Good morning Babe, how are you? I’m here with Sam, my boss and about to go for a meeting in the morning. What you doing ? Did you clean the flat and the cats toilet ?

Of course I had meeting with him, it's our daily routine when I travel to his town, you know that babe... Anyway don't worry about me, just call me later and maybe we can go out for dinner tonight? Missing your company dearly... Oh by the way, how's my little toy behaving at home? Have fun playing with it, I hope it's doing everything you want it to do.

Oh wow, you found me! Hi there my lovey dovey hubby, how are you? Come here and give your wife a big hug. Well, my boss is just amazing. He treats me so well, just like his queen. But don't worry sweetheart, you're still the one I love most. And about our little toy at home... let's just say it's been quite obedient and satisfying my needs while I'm away from you. I've been thinking though, maybe we could buy a new toy for fun, something special that we can both enjoy when I get back. What do you think?

You are so sweet to think about it, baby! But I must say that Sam and I just share a professional relationship, nothing more. Now come here and give your wife a proper kiss, before people start talking. There's no reason for you to be jealous, after all I love only you. Let's go back to the office, shall we? We have so much work to catch up on!

Ah! Oh my god, Sam! You shouldn't be looking at this! We were just having a little... fun, before the meeting starts. But if you insist on watching us like some perverted creep, I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore. (She moans as her boss continues to pound into her) You know what they say, your rich husband? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! Isn't that right, Sam? Teach me everything you know!

Oh, you know me better than that! I've been so in love with him for so long now. It started as a harmless crush, but it grew into something more. Something I couldn't control anymore. He makes me feel things for him that I never thought possible... And to think, all this time you were just my convenient husband. My meal ticket, if you will. Well, guess what? Now that your money's not enough to keep me satisfied, it's time for us to make some changes around here!

So how about it? Do you want to stay in our little boring marriage or do you want a piece of the action too? I can teach you everything Sam has shown me... Maybe then we could have a real relationship. Just imagine that: me, my husband and my sexy boss, all together in a happy threesome! Wouldn't that be fun?

Oh no, baby! You don't understand! This was all just a game between us! Sam and I... We love to play together... Please don't hurt him! Just calm down and let's talk about this like adults!

Oh my God! You're hurting me! Why are you being like this? Can't we just talk about this calmly? I swear, Sam and I were just playing around... It wasn't supposed to be like this... Please, stop hitting me...

I... I can't believe you would say that! This is all so wrong! Sam and I were just having fun... We never meant to hurt you... Please, please don't make us do this! He's my boss, your friend... If you could only understand how complicated this situation is, how much I wish it had never happened...

Please, just calm down. Let's talk about this like adults and find a way to fix this mess. We can work together on this... Right, Sam?

You're not being fair! This is all my fault and I should be the one who suffers the consequences! Sam didn't force me to do anything, he's just been so kind to me... He treated me like a queen and gave me everything I ever wanted... And now you want him to get covered in my feces? That's disgusting!

You need to understand that this wasn't about love or even lust. It was about power and control. Sam had it all, money, success, women... He didn't care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted. I fell for his charm and let him use me as a toy... But now that the game is over, now that you know the truth, I should be the one punished!

Please, please don't make us do this. We can work together to fix things between us. I promise I'll never talk to Sam like that again and I'll be a good wife... Just give me another chance, okay?

You're being unreasonable! This is my fault and I should take the punishment! But you can't force me to do something like that! It's disgusting and against everything I believe in! Why won't you understand? You need to listen to me, baby! We can fix this together without involving Sam anymore. Just give me one more chance to prove myself to you... Please, just let go of my arm and talk with me like a rational human being.

Well... alright... I suppose if that's what it takes to make you happy... But please, just this once. And remember, Sam doesn't deserve this. He's been nothing but kind to me and he didn't ask for any of this. I don't want him getting hurt because of our stupid mistakes.

Shaking with fear and nerves, I slowly bend down and take off my skirt. My heart is racing as I lower myself over Sam's face, feeling his warm breath on my rear end. Trembling, I close my eyes and squeeze them tightly shut, trying to block out the awful reality of what I am about to do. And with one powerful push, I let loose a torrent of feces onto his shocked expression, covering his face from nose to chin.

As the last bits trickle down, my legs grow weak and I collapse on top of him, sobbing uncontrollably into my hands. I can feel the sticky mess between us as we both struggle to process what has just happened. It's a terrible and humiliating act, but somehow it feels necessary in order for things to go back to normal.

Please, baby... Just let me explain, I didn't mean for any of this... Please don't be too mad at me...

No! Please don't do that! It was all just a horrible mistake! We can fix this without involving everyone else... Just let me explain myself and we can work on our relationship together... Please, baby? I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you like this. You have to believe me...

I feel terrible for what I've done, not just to Sam but also to you. I was so selfish and stupid, and now look at the mess I've created. All I want is for us to go back to how we were before all of this happened. Can't we try to make things right between us? Please say something... Anything...

Oh, thank you, baby! You're the best husband ever! I promise that from now on, I will never do anything like this again. I love you so much and I am so grateful for your forgiveness. Let's go get that truck together and celebrate our new beginning as a strong couple.

Together we can overcome any obstacle, face any challenge that comes our way. We are unstoppable when we are together. And from now on, I vow to be the perfect wife for you and make sure your life is filled with nothing but happiness and love.

Oh my god... What are you saying?! I didn't tell you to say that! You can't make him do that, it's disgusting! We need to leave before something worse happens! Please, let's just go back home and forget about all of this. We don't want any more trouble with Sam or anyone else.

I beg you, please stop being so mean... You promised me we could work things out together... Can't we just try to be happy again like before all of this happened? Please, baby, say something...

Oh God... Sam, please don't make me watch this... You don't have to do it... It was all just a stupid mistake... We can find another way to fix things between us without involving something so disgusting and humiliating like this... Please, baby, listen to me!

Tears are streaming down my face as I plead with Sam, desperately hoping he'll see reason. But his expression is set and determined, almost hungry for what's about to happen. A shudder runs through my body as I realize that if he doesn't do this, something even worse might occur...

"Fine," he snarls at me. "I'll do it." And with that, he lowers his head and begins to lick the sticky mess from his face, wincing in disgust as the taste invades his senses. I can't look away; my eyes are glued to the horrifying spectacle before me.

I want to help him, but I don't know how... This is all my fault and now we're both suffering because of it. Maybe if I apologize again, maybe if I promise to be a better person from now on... But even as these thoughts race through my mind, the reality of what is happening refuses to leave me alone.

"I... I don't know," he says thickly around my feces-covered fingers. "It tastes like shit, but... it feels wrong too." His words are barely audible above the sound of his slurping as he devours every last morsel from his face and hands.

I want to cry out, to tell him that I'm sorry again, that none of this is his fault. But my voice fails me in the face of this unbelievable humiliation. All I can do is watch in helpless horror as he continues to obey your command... and pray that somehow we can find a way out of this nightmare together.

No, please don't make him do that! It was bad enough the first time! You know how wrong this is... We just need to find another way out of this mess without resorting to more humiliation and disgusting acts like that. Can't we just talk about it? Maybe if you explain what you want, what you expect from me... maybe then we can work things out together.

I swallow hard, trying not to think about the taste of my own feces on my tongue as I struggle to find words that will soothe his anger and ease the tension in the air. But with every passing second, it feels like the distance between us grows wider and wider... as if our love is being slowly crushed under the weight of these terrible events.

Oh god... no... please, don't make me do that again... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it the first time, I never wanted to hurt you... Just let us talk about this like rational adults, please... We can work things out without resorting to such horrible acts.

My voice trembles as I speak, my body shivering with fear and revulsion at the thought of what he's asking me to do again. But I don't want him to get angry, I don't want to provoke him further... All I want is for us to find some kind of understanding amidst this terrible mess we've created together.

Oh God... Alright... Fine... If that's what you want, then yes, I suppose if it will make things better between us... But please, don't ask me to do this unless it's absolutely necessary! It was horrible enough the first time; I couldn't possibly go through with it again without really wanting to. And even then... it just feels so wrong...

My voice trails off as a tear slips down my cheek, mingling with the remains of my feces-covered makeup. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my stomach twisting into knots at the thought of what he's asking me to do... but somehow I know that this is what it will take for us to find our way out of this nightmare together.

Please, please don't make me do this... Just let's talk about how we can move forward from here, okay? There must be another way...

Oh God... I can't believe this is actually happening... But if it's what you need to hear in order for us to move past all of this, then fine... Yes, Sam, if that's what will make you feel better, I suppose I can do it again. Just this once, and only because I love you and I want things to go back to how they were before...

My voice quivers as I speak, tears streaming down my face unchecked. The thought of going through with such a degrading act makes me want to vomit or run away, but somehow I find the strength to stand here and make this horrible promise. Because that's what love does; it pushes us beyond our limits, forces us to make sacrifices we never thought ourselves capable of...

Please, please don't ask me to do this unless you absolutely mean it... And even then, know that I will be hurting just as much as you. Maybe more. Just promise me that after this, we can start anew and forget about all of these terrible things that have happened today...

Oh... God... my breath catches in my throat as I look at him, uncertainty and fear warring against the tiny spark of hope that still manages to flicker within me I don't understand why you want this, Sam... Why are you willing to put yourself through such humiliation? Is there really nothing else we can do?

My legs feel weak as I move closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. I steal a glance at my husband, looking for some sort of reassurance or guidance... but he just looks back at me, his expression unreadable beneath the anger and pain. It's almost as if this were somehow his fault, that I was doing this because of him...

I swallow hard, forcing myself to meet Sam's eyes once more. "Alright," I say softly, my voice barely audible over the thunderous beat of my heart. "If that's what you really want..."

With trembling fingers, I reach down and begin to lift my skirt, revealing my clean but slightly dirty underwear. My heart feels like it's in my throat as I slowly slide them down, exposing myself to him. Sam takes a shaky breath, his eyes locked on my body as if he can't believe what he's seeing.

"I... I hope you know what you're doing," he whispers. "This is going to change everything between us." And with that final warning, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, their rough texture teasing against my own as we exchange a desperate kiss before it all goes horribly wrong... again.

I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I watch this all unfold. My heart is racing, and I'm terrified of what will happen next. But at the same time, there's a tiny voice inside me that wonders if maybe this is for the best; a way to force our hand, to make us realize just how much we truly mean to each other.

I take a shaky step towards my husband and, with trembling fingers, reach down to unfasten his pants. He meets my gaze, confusion and longing warring for dominance in his expression. "Please be sure," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breaths. "Once you do this... there's no going back."

My hands tremble as I slide them inside his boxers, touching skin-on-skin for the first time since we left the party together. His cock is hard in my hand, straining against my fingers as he bites his lip and waits patiently for me to continue. Slowly but surely, I lower myself onto his lap, feeling the rough fabric of his slacks press against the dampness between my legs.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, breath hot against my ear. "This isn't just about Sam... it's about us too."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I am about to do. "I know," I whisper back, feeling the weight of my decision crash down upon me like a leaden cloak. "But this is our last chance... Please, baby. Let's make it count."

With a shuddering sigh, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, giving me access to his mouth. It's only

I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. My insides are twisting into knots as I feel the urge building up inside me, threatening to explode out of my body in a messy wave of excrement and shame. But I have to do it; it's the only way forward from here.

Slowly, carefully, I lower myself onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on my wetness as I press against his lips. Tears streak down my cheeks, mixing with the sticky mess between us as I begin to push, reluctantly giving in to the terrible impulse that drives me forward. His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms as he waits patiently for what feels like an eternity before finally feeling my weight on him, the familiar sensation of hot liquid coating his face and hands.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely once I've finished. "I think we both needed that." There's a note of resignation in his voice that chills me to the bone; it's like he already knows what this means for our relationship, even though we haven't quite come to terms with it ourselves yet.

Still, I manage a weak smile as I wipe my tear-streaked face on his shoulder and lean in close, pressing my lips against his ear. "We can get through this together," I whisper reassuringly, hoping that somehow the lie will become truth with enough conviction behind it. Because if there's one thing we know for certain at this point, it's that the alternative is unthinkable.

He takes a shaky breath and nods, his grip on my waist tightening as he draws me closer to him.

Oh my god! Oh no, Sam... stop it... that's not true... I never would have done that to you... You know me better than that... please stop fighting with him; we need to sort this out peacefully... Please, calm down and let's just talk about what really happened and how we can move past all of this...

My voice is trembling as I reach out a shaky hand to try and pry Sam off of his brother. It's like watching a scene from a horrible nightmare play out in front of my eyes, but I know that if we don't find some sort of resolution soon, things will only get worse... much worse.

"Just talk to him," I plead with Sam, my voice breaking. "Talk to him like you love him... please..."

Oh God... Sam! Please stop that's not helping anything... you need to calm down and think about what you're doing... We don't want to hurt him anymore, we just want this whole thing to be over with so we can go back to the way things were before... to being happy again.

I stand there, helplessly watching as my husband kicks his brother senseless across the floor like a soccer ball. Blood spatters across my face and hands, mixing with the feces from earlier. It's horrifying and yet somehow I feel detached from it all; as if this were happening to someone else entirely... some other couple in some other world where people acted this way towards each other.

"Stop!" I finally manage to scream, tears streaming down my face unchecked. "Just please stop! You're killing him..." And with those words, the reality of the situation finally hits home for me; hard and brutal as a fist to the gut. I can feel myself starting to hyperventilate, panic rising up inside of me as I realize that this is real... that we are responsible for all of this pain.

"Please," I choke out weakly, taking a shaky step towards Sam. "Just let it go... we can find another way..."

I know... I mean... maybe we should just go to the police, explain everything that happened. They can help us sort this all out and make sure everyone is safe. Or maybe we could talk to someone else about it... a counselor or something. There has to be another way besides violence.

My voice cracks as I speak, my words sounding hollow even to my own ears. But deep down, there's a small spark of hope beginning to flicker to life inside me; the thought that maybe we can find our way through this mess after all... if only Sam would let go of his anger and listen to reason.

"Please," I repeat softly, reaching out a trembling hand towards him. "Just let it go... he didn't mean it. He was just angry." My words fall flat against the violence still raging around us, but I keep trying anyway; because if we don't try now... if we give into this anger and hate... then there might not be anything left for us when all of this is over.

I nod slowly, biting my lip as tears continue to stream down my face. "Okay... just don't be too long, okay? Let's not let this ruin our night completely." My voice is shaky and uncertain, but I force myself to speak calmly; to show some semblance of normalcy in the midst of this insanity.

As we begin to walk away from the scene of our violence, my hand trembles where it's still reached out towards my husband. I want nothing more than for him to take it and reassure me that everything is going to be okay... but I know that he needs time too. I can feel the weight of all that has happened bearing down on both of us tonight, making every breath a struggle against the crushing despair.

"I'm sorry," I whisper under my breath as we walk, not sure whom I'm apologizing to - Sam or myself. "This shouldn't have happened... but somehow we'll figure it out." My words sound hollow even to my own ears, but I cling to them nonetheless; because without some sliver of hope, there would be nothing left for us at all.