Clean, dried, lavender-fresh and out of the bathroom in a puff of sweet steam. Next door a still-filthy hubby lies in a sea of semi-liquid brown sludge.

'Eh! I thought you were cleaning up?'

'Uh oh I feel horny again' he replied. Thought I'd wait until you came out. then'

'Then what?'

His ramrod cock pointing skyward gives it away. Not likely. He's already spoilt me rotten once this evening! A thin strip of clean polythene sheet down the side of the room lies between me and the door. He stands up and my escape route is barred.

'No come off it!'. It sounds lame.

His cheeky smile melts my heart for the millionth time and he beckons me forward with his forefinger.

'Aww no this isn't fair!'

My pleading is hopeless. Onto the polythene sheeting my toes squish into the cold brown gunge. Red painted toenails disappear into the ooze. This feels oddly irresistible!

He orders me to sit cross-legged at his feet. My protests are in vain. I lower myself until my bare bottom sinks into the glop, bringing me into eye-level contact with his angry knob. Filthy hands grab handfuls of my hair and pull my mouth over his foul-tasting cock. My nose meets his matted pubes. What a fucking filthy blowjob bitch I am!

Wiping his dick in my hair he picks up an empty catering tub of margarine, and fills it full of stinky brown goo.

Now I want you to repeat after me 'I have been a naughty girl and need to be punished.'

The words bubble out of my lips. 'I have been a naughty girl and need to be punished.'

'Look at me when I'm speaking to you' he says.

I look up and a slick of gunge hits me square in the face, then another and another until it runs over my shoulders, flattening my hair and filling my lap. Tub after tub is tipped over my motionless head until finally it stops. I can't see. My nose is blocked. I'm in a filthy mess again.

He pulls the sodden nightdress up my back so I raise my arms limply to help with its removal. Instead he grasps the collar with both hands and tears it clean in two. Bastard!

On my hands and knees his slippery hands fondle my boobs, smear gunge under my armpits, over my back, into my ears and under my chin. Every square inch of flesh is covered. And when I'm covered, he delights in shampooing me with yet more of this filthy shit. A bag of flour is emptied over me. Again his hands are over me, working the flour and goo into my skin and hair. What a filthy tart I am.

And then he becomes oh-so-gentle. The palms of his cupped hands softly circle around my nipples. My head starts to swim. He caresses my shoulders and with long sweeping strokes, draws his hands down my slippery back over my bottom and into my inner thighs. I feel something soft being squashed into me. I look back to see what it is. In his hand is a fist-sized lump of cold margarine. Oh my life! Mrs Respectable, kneeling naked on her bedroom floor, covered in every sloppy foodstuff under the sun, having soft-spread pulped into her twat. What would my office manager think?

Reality is blown away by an index finger inside me. It moves in and out, then slides up to my clit. Another finger prods my bum hole as my greasy clit continues to buzz. I feel my knees beginning to shake. I can't take much more of this.

With a groan, my knees buckle and I slide gracelessly onto my back. Legs spread wantonly he continues to finger-fuck me to oblivion. I circle my arms on the floor above my head and draw two tidal waves of goo onto my torso, then up over my face and head. More handfuls of slop are scooped into my face until suddenly I'm ccccumming!! Oh you filthy fucker!

My brain feels like one huge exploding firework. He wants his way with me again. I'm past caring. With ankles pinned behind my ears he ploughs his glistening knob through the greasy mush into my pussy for the second time this evening. I want to scream. The pair of us are such slippery eels that with every few thrusts we slip apart. We fuck-and-slide across the slimy polythene until, with my head firmly secured in the corner against the spare bed, he shags me good and proper. Then all I can hear is the rhythmic slap of his balls against my bum and the occasional squelch of messy sex.

When I properly come round, the shower is running next door and no guessing who's in it. How about I just lie here until he comes out?