I strive to accustom my husband to the thrill of filth, employing various tactics to achieve this. Come to me, dear, present your rear to me. How intimate your rear is, I can sense the warmth of your internal excretions. Go ahead, defecate on me, do not be bashful. Ah, it feels so satisfying, the warmth, the softness, the pungent aroma enveloping my body. More, I implore you, give me more. I am overcome with bliss, enveloped in filth. I shall summon the toilet slave from the bathroom, allowing them to cleanse me of every remnant.