Jim was standing in the lobby of the complex with his arms folded across his chest, looking as if he had just been through hell and back. His face was red and puffy, and she wondered if it was from being out in the heat or if he had been crying about her. It was definitely the latter. He was probably trying to picture her lips smushed between her buttcheeks as she walked. How would they kiss? Would he kneel down, tilt his head to the side, and part her crack, pressing his face into her ass, or would he just slip off her surgical mask and press his lips against her tight, puckered anus? Oh god, she thought, what if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? How could he love a woman with an anus on her face? How could anyone?
No, she needed to get off the subject. They could get through this. They would get through this. Together. She wouldn't let him go. Jim had given her so much over the years; love, protection, and a life where she felt safe. She couldn't imagine living without him. She was sure they would make it, somehow. She loved him and he loved her, regardless of what she had on her face. She would have done the same for him, though the sudden thought of her husband’s anus on his face was repulsive. She shook her head. She wasn’t going to let Von Crucial defeat her. This was not going to be her fate. She was going to live.
"Honey," Jim said as he held his arms open. She stepped forward and wrapped him in an embrace. He pulled her close and gave her a big kiss through her mask. She could feel his wet lips press against her anus through the fabric, and her face flushed. She tried weakly to push him away, but the truth was that even if it felt strange, she was comfortable in his embrace. Her husband had the courage to kiss his wife on the anus in public, and while she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that, it was reassuring. She returned the strange kiss, pressing her puckered anus tighter against his lips through the thin fabric. As much as she hated to admit, this was kind of turning her on.
And then it happened. She farted. Right in her husband’s face. She could feel it escaping from deep within her colon, pushing against her anus. It came with a sharp burst of air, followed by a wet, muffled sound as the fart slid out against the damp surgical mask between them. She fell to her knees and wept. She couldn’t go on like this. She could feel her sobs reverberate through her pelvis as they travelled down to her mouth. Jim wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed him aside. “Just look at me! I’m a fucking freak! I can’t live like this, god dammit! Just… go! I can’t love you like this, I just can’t! Why couldn’t that sick bastard have just killed me instead of leaving me like this! What did I do wrong? Why god? Why?!? WHY, GOD DAMMIT!?!?!?!”
“…”
“I know. It’s ok, I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere. You can stay right here in my arms for as long as you like. I’ll always be right here." Jim said with tenderness as he rubbed her back. He kissed her on top of her head.
A few moments passed before he finally spoke again. "I love you."