And in the kitchen, this happened. I walked towards the cutting board, and I just started peeing suddenly. It was unreal. I just sat down completely to lower the noise of me peeing, and Sagar was watching me do this. My husband asked what happened, and he said, “She left the sink tap open.” And I was still sitting. I pulled up my nightgown, and I was still peeing a lot.
I put pressure on it, and a little bit of poop came out. Sagar giggled a bit and picked me up. I put my hands on my ass and pussy to stop it and ran to the washroom. The TV was on the opposite side, so Sagar also came behind me, and we both went in the bathroom. I sat down and pushed it all out in just one go.
It was really relaxing, and it gave me some satisfaction that I wasn’t having any problems. It was just taking some time for my holes to recover, and I made a mistake by applying pressure on them.
He helped me and brought another nightgown from my closet. He even helped me put that gown in the washing machine and get cleaned up. He gave me a kiss and asked, “Are you OK now?” and I said yes. We went into the kitchen quickly and cleaned up everything. It was really gross. I pooped there, picked it up with a lot of tissues, and threw that in the toilet and flushed it. It was grosser than the period blood at that time for me.
He said he would make something for dinner while I washed my hands with every possible thing I had. I applied hand wash, I applied soap, I applied shampoo, but the guilt wasn’t washing off from my mind.
I pooped in the kitchen; it’s the grossest thing I could have possibly done, but it was unintentional, so I forgave myself and just helped with some simple things that don’t need to be touched by me. like making roti.
He was continuously kissing me all over while we were cooking. It was something I had been dreaming of since I was in college: having my husband with me in the kitchen, helping me do stuff while kissing and doing romantic things.
And all of my dreams came true just by the lovers of mine; my servants made my dream come true, and now my brother-in-law has done the same. My husband just wasn’t able to do it.
After we finished cooking, we ate our dinner, and my husband and I were also playing with each other. I was touching his penis under the table and playing with him.
After our dinner, I quickly got the other room opened up and asked my husband if he wanted to help me clean the room. Obviously, he said no, and Sagar had a chance to again bang me. So he said he would help, as I was doing it for him. We entered the room, and my husband went away and started to watch TV. Sagar grabbed me by my waist and put me on the bed. I told him it’s not the best time as we just ate our dinner, but he had some other plans. He pulled my nightgown up and spread my legs apart.
He started licking my pussy and clit. It was really good, and he then placed his hands on my hip and started pounding me. It was so good, but this time I was concerned about the bed again, as if I reached an orgasm, it would be wet again. I told him this, and he put me on the floor. It was cold, and he was banging me hard. After he came into my pussy, he said he was sorry for the rough treatment and said how he was really frustrated as I was not replying to his gestures or taking hints. And he helped me clean the room for him; I even cleaned the floor, just for one night. He asked if I could come over in the bedroom at night when my husband sleeps. I said no, you’ve already had enough of me today; I will die if you fuck me even once more in the next 12 hours. It’s painful, and I had to recover. He said fair enough and said thanks for helping me out clean this room and everything you did for me today. I felt so good and accomplished.