My husband read out a paragraph from a William Boyd book in which the female character walks into the bathroom and has a shit in front of her man who is showering. Why are you telling me this ? I ask ; although I know perfectly well why. He grins. Neither my husband nor I are scat people but he is a toilet guy, very into my ass and my asshole and he likes to see me pee. I always have to leave the door open when I pee so that he can catch me sitting there with my panties round my knees and listen to the musical waterfall. But having a shit in front of him is a new one. Because I know he always wants to masturbate my asshole or fuck me there, I'm very careful about being clean. On weekdays, I make sure to have a shit before he comes home in the evening and I douche my rectal passage to make sure it's clean. I use my finger to apply a little oil on the passageway of my sphincter to make it easier for him to get into me whatever way he likes. We don't do fisting or anything like that but I like to have his finger or his cock up me there and sometimes he likes to watch me dildo myself anally. Naturally, I have a set of butt plugs and it's nice to wear one inside me, especially when I'm out or we're in company ; our little secret. We're in bed when my husband reads ou the story of the woman shitting and I can see he's excited. He shuffles his body closer to mine, takes my hand and guides it to his penis. I masturbate him and we both fall silent, intent on our shared pleasure, until he cums with a contented sigh. He pulls me to him and his hand slides down my back into the cleft of my bum while I gently massage his sperm into his belly and thighs. I feel heady with a strange, urgent desire that needs to be met. Honey, I say, I think I could go now if you want me to. We get off the bed and go into the bathroom. He is already nude. I drop my pajama trousers and sit on the toilet. Watching me, he's got his cock in his hand and he's masturbating with an intent look on his face. I always know when he's ready to cum. I clench my insides and start to push, feeling the gentle flow of my shit into my colon. Now, I tell him. He ejaculates on my face and pajama top and I feel the release of excrement through my anus into the pan. The sweetish odour of female shit assails our nostrils. I rise, clean myself and flush the pan. I was glad to have done it. It was good.