Then she scrabbled at her pussy, inserting her fingers into her cunt, but once again it was too late - the turd was entrenched deep within her body.Th...is was the last straw. She just had to do something. Perhaps there was a spell for this type of emergency. She got to her feet and dashed into the study, slamming the door behind her.As she reached out to switch the computer on, she realised that her hands were covered in poo. Indeed, so were her arms, her inner thighs, her shins, and most of her. “Yeah it does and that’s why I just had a brilliant idea.”She got out of the bed and walked naked down the stairs. I wondered what she was up to but when she came back a smile grew on my face,Karla wiggled a cucumber in her hand. “Here we have a stand in cock.”I was on my back with my head resting on the pillow. Karla sat down on the edge between my legs which she spread and bent a bit at the knees. Then she turned so she was sitting cross legged between them. “Here we go,” she said with a. Slowly a slight smile crossed his lips and he nodded. The next guy against the wall was my mate. My mate fucking my wife! I loved watching it. I had such a hard on watching her. Some of the lads that my wife had already let fuck her went back to watching the game so no-one would get curious.She was loving this. Fucking them one at a time, seeing them looking at her. I could see my mates face as he enjoyed the feeling of my wifes very wet, very fucked and very very cum filled pussy. "How's your. That last time was in my living room, I was trying to end our marriage. We had been separated for a month and she wanted us to give it another try. I had placed a folder from a private eye firm on the coffee table in front of her and left the room. She was gone when I returned. She had left the photographs out. Months later I learned she had vanished that day, had just packed up and left. Yet there she was, five years to the day. I placed her pasta and chicken dinner in front of her and watched.