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Posted by CFW on October 28, 1999 at 07:55
Ashley's Accident
So what if somewhere along the road Ashley's exceptional good looks helped her to advance in her career. The point is that her hard work and business savy is what keeps her on top in a predominately male field. So she would have been a fool indeed to not use her beauty to her own advantage. Not that she slept with the boss or anything like that but Ashley kept herself up to the point that when she walked into the room everyone took notice.
Ashley exercised her shapely body rigorously. Her hair, nails and makeup always done to perfection. And she dressed in a classy business like fashion, conservative yet sexy. For instance today Ashley's long blond hair was pulled off of her pretty face in a french braid. Her makeup was not over done. Her light blue suit over a plain white blouse was middle of the road, although the tight skirt over hung with a longish blazer was a bit short, stopping above mid thigh.
Even her underwear today was rather simple, plain white high waisted lycra panties and matching bra, shear beige pantyhose. The only thing the least bit racy were the dark blue shoes she wore as they had a four inch heel. But no matter how Ashley dressed she always looked sexy and beautiful, she just couldn't help but to do so.
Being a high powered executive in a large firm wasn't without it's disadvantages. The hours were long, the work load heavy, and the stress level high. Ashley is efficient and so could handle the work, but the stress got to her. Although masking it well in the office Ashley was prompted to explore various coping mechanism. She smoked and drank coffee and alcohal to excess. She had a prescription for her nerves and suffered from migraines.
The only person who knew of Ashley's vunerability was her husband Derrick. Derrick was strong, not just physically but more in his character. He was a rock and not swayed by the pressures of society so Ashley knew that she could count on him whenever she faultered, confident that he would be there for her no matter what.
Ashley's professional facade was froth with peculiar ideosyncrasies. For instance, she hardly ever used the women's washroom at her workplace and then only to pee and only if she absolutely had to. She only ever made a bowel movement at home in her own washroom, sometimes coming home in mid afternoon to do so. On odd occasions when they were out for the evening Derrick would have to bring her home so she could go poop and he never made an issue of it, just excepting it as the way she was.
This particularely long day which culminated in a two hour executive meeting after everyone else had gone home found Ashley needing to use the bathroom rather badly. She drove home with a hand buried deep between her legs, her crotch already a bit wet from the few squirts of urine that had escaped into her panties. She could feel heat and pressure at her urethra as if it were about to explode. And even worse Ashley needed to make a bowel movement. She had to go all day but couldn't get away and now with her pressing need to pee she was desperate to take a shit.
Ashley could feel her sphincter muscle quaking in spasm as she fought to keep it closed against the large fecal mass caked inside of her. She could feel the sweat between her bum cheeks and the pressure of her skirt's waist band against her hard tummy. Ashley had been desperate to go to the bathroom before but never like this. Biginning to think that she wasn't going to make it home but actually have an accident in her panties Ashley stepped on the gas peddle.
With not even a sigh of relief as she pulled in the driveway Ashley jumped out of her car and ran to the front door fumbling with her keys to unlock it. Bouncing while pressing her knees together, her hand still in her crotch, Ashley began to panic dropping her keys. She bent to pick them up and stopped cold. The last remains of her control lost Ashley felt her annus suddenly open and heard a soft crackling noise as a warm poop moved from her bowels and into the seat of her white panties.
At the same time the flood gates opened and pee poured through her panties darkening the front of her light blue skirt and cascaded down between her legs. She began to sob uncontrolably as she stood there frosen in a slightly crouched position while a puddle spred out from her feet on the concrete porch. Heaving with her sobs Ashley's bowels emtied completely until a simmering mass of warm, semi hard
poop filled her underwear and bulged out perceptively in the seat of her tight skirt.
The door opened and Derrick found his wife with tears rolling down her beautiful face while standing in a large puddle of her own pee. He saw the front of her skirt soaked from her accident and could smell what she had done in the seat of her panties. He scooped Ashley up in his arms and carried her up to the bathroom where he promptly undressed her, and clean the caked poop from her bum while he ran a hot bath for her. Ashley had stopped crying and just stood there silently in shock as he worked.
Derrick dropped the load from Ashley's panties into the toilet then ran hot water through them in the laundry tub before washing and rinsing them by hand along with her pantyhose and skirt. He cleaned up the front porch and then went back up to see if Ashley was okay. She didn't want to talk about it so he helped her towel dry and get her nighty on then put her to bed.
A short while later Derrick came back up and slipped into bed trying not to disturb her. But Ashley was awake and turned into his arms kissing him lustfully. They convulsed in rythemic embrace culminating in the most wonderful sex that they had had in a while. And the next day when Ashley got up she seemed bubbly and happy as if her accident had been some sort of pressure valve that had released.
She didn't speak of her accident as things gradually got back to normal. Ashley remained the dynamic executive who had to rush home occasionally in order to use her own toilet to a bowel movement even when she was out for a social evening with her husband. There were a few close calls during that time but Ashley had not messed her panties again.
At the end of one particularly stressfull week Derrick took Ashley out to an upscale restaurant to help her wind down. And she went all out to look exceptionally beautiful in a skimpy tight black mini dress with beaded patterns on it. She wore dark makeup and lipstick and had her long blond hair curled and hanging loose. Underneath her dress Ashley wore high cut black panties with a lace waist band and matching bra. She had on black stay-up nylon stockings and black spike heeled stilettos. The effect was quite striking.
After a delicious meal they sat in the lounge over drinks enjoying the entertainment when Ashley suddenly announced that she had to go home. Derrick had noticed her squirming, reasoning correctly that she had to go to the bathroom. He didn't realize how much Ashley had drank until she stood and he noticed that ahe was quite tipsy.
Helping her to the car Ashley stopped half way across the parking lot and winced as she bent slightly pressing her knees together while shoving a hand between her legs. At the car door she turned facing Derrick and burying her face into his chest spread her legs slightly apart and began to pee. He heard her moan as a stream of warm piss poured through the gusset of her panties and splashed noisily onto the tarmac between them.
Ashley seemed downcast as Derrick helped her into the car. He asked if she was okay and Ashley whispered yes. As he pulled out onto the highway for the short drive home Ashley put her hand on his shoulder leaning into him and he thought she was going to cry. But then he felt her tense up and heard her grunting quietly and could hear a soft crackling sound from her rear as a long line of poop exited her rectum and snaked into the seat of her pretty black panties. Ashley caught her breath, bearing down again and Derrick could smell her shit.
Ashley quietly grunted away completely filling the seat of her panties with her bowel movement, finnishing up just as they pulled into the driveway of their home. When Derrick carried her upstairs she held on tight, her arms around his neck and kissing him whispered take me to the bedroom. Turning on the lights as he held her craddled in his arms Derrick looked in the mirror and could see the seat of Ashleys panties where her short dress had rode up. There was a huge lumpy ball the size of a gapefruit in them.
He stood her beside the bed and they kissed hungrily, then Ashley fumbled undoing his pants to release his stiffness. She sank on her knees and took him into her mouth sucking him for awhile before pushing him onto the bed and mounting him. Pulling her filled panties aside so that Derrick could enter her it wasn't long before they brought one another to the most amazing climax. And then he cleaned her up, washed out her panties and put her to bed.
Derrick lay in bed thinking about this latest twist in their relationship as Ashley snored away softly beside him in restful sleep. Maybe it was just another thing that she needed to help her cope, Derrick was well aware of the stress on Ashley. They had discussed her packing it in, but she was reluctant to give up the life style that her money helped to give them.
So Derrick had taken a big gamble with his own business and it payed off. Very shortly Ashley would be able to quit her job and their life style wouldn't suffer, if anything it would only improve. In the mean time, if his beautiful wife wanted to come home with a shit in her panties everyday that would be perfectly alright with him.
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