Pee'ing in Love byPLJ©

During the drive to his house, which takes about 45 minute, I realized I should have gone to the restroom at the restaurant before we left. As we walked up to the front door I really had to pee, and I knew that when we walked inside into the warm air I would just about explode.

We hurried up the front walk to the door, and my boyfriend William (Will) whom I am really in love with, followed behind me. I stood waiting at the door, and as he usually does he put his arms around me and started to kiss me. I whispered in his ear that I really had to go to the bathroom, and please let me in the house. He responded by unbuttoning my jeans and sliding his hand down the front of my panties. I just about froze. His hand was now covering my vagina. And his fingers were playing with my clitoris. He gently held me in his arms, and carefully played with me. I again whimpered to him that I really had to pee. And could we finish what he was starting after I pee’ed. He simply kept holding me in his arms. I just melt when he holds me. Then he whispered back something to me, and I just about fell over. “Go ahead Lisa” he said, “You can pee right now” “here?” I said “Yes darling” he responded, I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer and that this was a loosing battle of wills. I whispered in his ear again asking if I could go pee in the bathroom, but he held me close. I had no choice, and put my arms around his neck and gave in to him. I started to let loose very slowly, hoping that he would decide to let me pee in the bathroom if he felt me getting wet. But as you can imagine, no luck. I pee’ed just a little and squeezed it to stop. He felt me squeezing and slowly pushed his finger into my vagina I couldn’t squeeze and let him in so I relaxed and began to pee right there. I felt the pee running down the insides of my legs, I was so embarrassed and felt him rubbing my vagina. He could feel me pee’ing, just like a little girl, I pee’ed my pants.

He started kissing me and telling me that it was ok. “I love you,” he said. “You are sharing more and more of yourself with me.” “I want to know everything about you” he said I felt so good being in his arms. I continued to pee, and wanted to be held by him and him alone.

Since the neighbors are not close at all, I knew only he would see me now with pee stained jeans. He slowly began to unzip my jeans and began pulling them down my legs “We are outside take me inside your house if you are going to strip me.” I said, what if someone drives by?” but he continued to pull my jeans off, I stepped out of them, and stood in front of him in my wet panties, and my white top. My socks and shoes were wet from the pee, and of course he began removing them too. I wanted to go in the house and be with him, be he didn’t make any move to open the door at all.

He started lifting up my top, and I obliged by lifting my arms over my head. There I stood, with wet panties and my bra outside my boyfriend’s house. I was becoming more and more embarrassed, “Please take me inside, please,” I begged but no response. Then he put his arms around me again and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and moved as close to him as I could. Then I heard a car coming down the road. “Oh my god… a car, take me inside, someone will see me.” But he stood still and held me. The car drove by without stopping. I felt him release the clasp on my bra and I shuttered. It was plain now to me that he intended to strip me naked outside. “Oh please take me inside.” I said. “Please” I was now very embarrassed, and wanted to hide from anyone but him. He held my clothes in one hand and then put his arms around me again.

His kisses were as tender and loving as I had ever known. I felt him moving his hands down my back, I squirmed a bit to slow him, but I knew what was next. His fingers went inside my panties and then started to pull them down. “I, I oh please no” I said, but he continued, until I was standing in front of him, outside, naked, The cool night air felt cold against my wet skin and he stepped back to look at me. I stood coy and embarrassed in front of him, and could feel the pee on my skin.

He put his arms around me and began kissing me again; I put my arms around his neck and stood naked next to him brushing my nude body against him. His kisses were so sweet that I became lost in his love.

My intoxication with him was halted when I heard a car pull into his drive way behind us. “Oh no its Mark and Tammy” I said “They can’t see me like this. Let me in the house now” I shouted. Will just stood there and said, “wait and see”.

Mark got out of the car and walked around to Tammy’s side, and I could see he had to unlock the door from the outside, strange but I had worse things to think about. I stood behind Will trying to hide myself while trying to grab my clothes from him.

Mark finally opened the door but Tammy would not get out of the car. I saw Mark pull on what looked like a leash and Tammy reluctantly got out of the car. She stood behind Mark and was also naked a black collar was around her neck and not a stitch of clothes on.

Mark walked towards us and pulled Tammy along by the collar, she resisted a bit but finally walked behind him trying to hide behind him as best she could. I hide behind Will, but realized soon that Mark would be close enough that he would see me naked. I started to cover myself with my hands, and then Will stepped aside so Mark could see me. I was so embarrassed I was blushing from head to toe I pushed Will to try to get behind him again, but that didn’t work so their I stood facing the house naked knowing that Mark was eyeing me up from behind.

Will was watching Mark and Tammy walk towards the house, and yelled his hellos to them. Mark yelled back as he got closer. They seemed to be having a great time at our expenses, but I couldn’t do anything about it. As our friends got closer I looked around and noticed that Tammy was wearing what appeared to be a very small white strap around her waist. As she came closer I saw that she was wearing a kotex and belt poor Tammy, not only was she stripped naked in front of my boy friend, but she was having her period too. I could see she was blushing bright red from what was happening, but was obediently following her guy.

Will turned to me and took me by the shoulders and wheeled me around so now I was facing Mark and Tammy as they walked up. As Mark got closer I felt him eyeing me up and down, Will did the same with Tammy. Both Tammy and I are shaved bare from our necks down, so there was no problem for Mark to see my womanhood clearly.

Mark started up the steps and noticed the puddle and asked, “what happened here?” Will was about to say something but stopped, and looked at me I was now bright red. Would he tell them what I had done? “Lisa would you tell our friends what this is about” he said. I was now almost tearing up, I felt betrayed, and exposed. “ I looked up at Will and whispered in his ear “don’t make me say it…please, don’t.” Will looked at Mark and said “well my little Lisa had a accident and pee’ed her pants, so I took them off her so they could be washed later, and then continued to strip her until well you see her now.” I was now more embarrassed than I have ever been. But looking at Tammy I noticed she was trying to hid behind Mark, and then he stepped aside to expose Tammy. She was blushing too, but all that was visible of her private parts were her tits, which were round and perfect. The pad she wore between her legs covered her vagina so Will could not see her most private parts.

Will, not having seen a belt and pad before (I wear tampons, which he has changed numerous times) walked to Tammy and looked carefully at the pad and belt. Tammy was clearly very embarrassed she moved to stand behind Mark, but that didn’t work, he just moved away. I saw Tammy move close to Mark, and she whispered something in his ear. He motioned to the grass, and said, “There will be fine. “ Tammy whimpered a bit and stayed standing beside Mark. “Well since our girls seem to be exposed, why don’t we have some fun.” said Will.

He took me in his arms and began kissing me again, I was very uncomfortable being naked and being fondled, but I started to melt in his arms again. Will kissed me so gently that I started to get excited. We sat in a big outside chair together (me in his lap) Wills hands made their way between my legs. I started to spread them instinctively. I had forgotten about our friends watching us. Will started softly stroking my clitoris. And I started pushing my hips towards him.

Tammy and Mark made their way the other large outside chair and she was seated on his lap too. From our position Will could see Tammy clearly. Mark slowly moved his hands over Tammy’s pad, and then began stroking her. You could see that Tammy was uncomfortable. I heard them talking and then Tammy got up off Marks lap. She walked about 10 feet from us and then moved behind a tall shrub. Mark said “Tammy out here where we can all watch.” I looked up to see Tammy slowly moving out from behind the shrub, and then she slowly started to pull down on the belt that was around her waist. “ Mark, please come here.” Tammy said, Mark walked over to Tammy, and put his arms around her. I saw his hands moving down Tammy’s back, he hooked the belt with his fingers and pulled down. The belt and attached pad that was now visibly stained red was on the ground between Tammy’s legs. He pulled her forward and she stepped out of the belt and pad, and left them lay on the grass. Mark walked behind Tammy took her by the shoulders and turned her facing the two of us on the chair. He slowly started to rub his fingers over her butt, and she started to blush “Mark, do I have to?” Tammy asked, “Yes Tammy when you are ready” “But I want you to tell all of us when you are ready to start understand?” “Yes Mark I do.” said Tammy.

Tammy was as bright red as I have ever seen her. She stood naked facing my boyfriend and me, with just a small stain of blood running down the inside of her legs, and then I heard her say, “ Will, Lisa I have to pee. Please watch me Mark wants you to watch me pee.” I could see that she was almost crying when she said this to us. Mark moved both hands around Tammy, placed them on either said of her vagina and pulled her open slightly. Tammy stated to pee, and sprayed pee at least two feet in front of her. She laid her head back onto Marks shoulder so she didn’t have to look at us watching her pee.

Mark held her upright until she was done; He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vibrator, and began slowly pushing it into Tammy. She naturally opened herself and took the vibrator inside her vagina, and Mark turned it on “Ohhh “ she moaned. We could see that Mark was now nearly holding her upright. He continued to excite her until she was pushing her hips towards the vibrator. I saw Mark whisper something into her ear. And then Tammy whimpered again.

I continued to push my hips until I was very excited and asked Will if he wanted me to cum. “Will, can I cum.” I asked. Will slowly kissed me and I moved to the next level of excitement. I pushed my hips again and again into Wills fingers “Will please darling may I cum.” “No darling” was all I heard.

Tammy was now so close I heard her ask Mark something then she cried out to Will and I “Please, Will, please oh please may I cum” Will responded with a swift “No Tammy not yet you are not to cum yet.”

I felt that I was now so close that I was going to cum no matter what my William told me, and I told him so. “Will, please let me cum I have to, I just have to” I felt him push his fingers into me and he moved to my g-spot, deep inside of me. I cried out and I pushed my hips towards his fingers.

At the same moment both Tammy and I bore down and begged our boyfriends if we could cum and they both looked into our eyes, and responded with “Yes my darling. Cum for me and I want to see you wet yourself” I started to cum and cum. I started to pee uncontrollably. Will looked up at Tammy and she too was cumming, she was pee’ing and her blood from her period was now flowing from her.

We both lay back in the chairs and were nearly asleep.

I awoke to the feeling of someone wiping me. I looked up and to my shock Mark was wiping my vagina with a soft wet washcloth. He spread my vaginal lips and wiped deep inside of me. He gently wiped me dry, and kissed me on the forehead.

I looked over to Tammy and saw Will doing the same to her. She was somewhat uncomfortable, and the cloth was showing the redness from her period. She was clearly not enjoying the cleaning, but could do little to stop it. Will pulled out a tampon from my purse, opened it and slowly interested it into Tammy. Tammy pushed her hips towards Will to make the insertion easier.

We both dressed and went into the house for a nights sleep.

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Rules byplayswithtoad©

We were supposed to be staying away from one another. I had broken the rules, you see. After six months of an affair with a man in an open marriage, I let him tear down the wall that had been my defense against romance for so long. I fell in love. My mistake. But it was his wife who decided the affair was too hot for it to fit inside the rules of their game. She demanded an abrupt end for him and me, and he acquiesced.

So we ended. After a long, tearful goodbye phone call and an entire bottle of wine, I felt empty. I thought this was actually a relationship that could last. Ridiculous, I know. But in the beginning, his wife had called me and given me permission to have him; she was planning to leave him, so I was welcome to him when she left in a few months. I was a little shocked at the time, listening to her rules: we were to do nothing in public, there should be no embarrassment for her, and their children should never know.

I wasn't really looking for a relationship, so these were easy rules for me, and I took her at her word. This was my first mistake. My second mistake was letting down my guard, letting him inside the wall I had built to keep others out. I loved him. And, now, she had changed her mind; it had to be over. I couldn't make sense of it. Why change the rules now? But he felt he needed to try to save his marriage, so there were no more phone calls, no more emails, no more chatting in the evenings online. No more sexy afternoon trysts during lunch hours. Instead there was utter silence and estrangement as we tried to abide by her new rules.

The distance between us was broken only by the committee meetings at work when we sat across conference tables from one another, valiantly trying to follow the discussion about budgets and policies. It was torture. I stole glances at him to see if he was watching me. When our eyes would meet, the tension was too great and our lines of vision would scatter around the room. I left quickly after each meeting; I couldn't bear the silence between us. I sometimes wondered what our colleagues at the meetings thought. There was a definite change in the interactions between the two of us, and I know I was less engaged in what business was happening.

I drove myself crazy over those few weeks apart, wondering about his thoughts: Was he thinking about me? About the last time he kissed me and used those lips on me to make me come? About the way he would watch me while he was inside me, waiting for me to look at him while I came? I had no idea what he thought. I just knew I was to stay away and keep the silence; those were the new rules we followed.

Until the day he called. Truly, it was a call about a business issue, but he could have called someone else. "How are you?" he asked.

"Not the best," I answered. He knew how I felt, knew I had allowed him inside my wall. I didn't want to punish him, but I didn't want to hurt all alone either. A long silence dragged on across the phone line. He got to the point of his call, and I gave him the information he needed, but I didn't want him to hang up. Maybe he didn't want to either; it was always disconcerting that I could never tell what he was feeling. So I told him my truth. "I miss you."

After a sigh, he said, "I know. I miss you, but it can't be helped." I knew his reasons, all of them good and just and so damn noble. How do you argue with noble? "I'm sorry," he said, his misery of being stuck between two women in his voice. God, how I wished he'd stop with the "sorry" mantra. I got it. And I didn't.

"How are things?" I asked, not really expecting him to tell me and not really sure I wanted to know. What I really wanted is for them to be miserable. Terrible. But that was my selfishness rearing its ugly head. So, I waited for him to find the words to tell me, bracing myself to hear how things were wonderful.

"Okay. Not great. Not terrible. The temperature in the house is normal, but there is no connection, no sharing, no touching." I wanted to shout, "Hallelujah!" But instead I found myself telling him I was sorry for that. He said, "I do miss our times together." I didn't answer that, and I told him I had to go. I would not let him hear me cry.

~~~

Two days later we have the first of 10 showcases to be held over the next month, and each department must attend to talk to potential clients about what we can offer them. I know he will be there setting up his presentation equipment. I don't have to do any set-up to speak of, so I wonder if I should stick my head in the door of the room he will be in to just say hello. What can it hurt? It's just hello, right? I answer my own questions by opening the door to his room a full 45 minutes before clients will arrive.

"Hi." Great opening line after not seeing him for six weeks. He doesn't look surprised to see me; he knows me far too well.

"Hi." Our eyes lock on one another for a few seconds. I think I can actually see the electricity in the air, but maybe that is just wishful thinking. "I wondered if you would come by to see me."

"It's not the smartest thing I've ever done, but I wanted to say hello." No. What I wanted to do was lock the door, kiss him, make him want me, feel his hands on my breasts. I stand there in the back of the room watching him set up. He asks me to sit down, so I sit in a chair against the back wall. I wait for him to say something, anything. Maybe he'll just ask me to leave. He completes his task and walks towards me. He turns a chair around so he is facing me and sits just out of reach. We look at each other in silence. "How are you?" I ask.

"Fine." The silence is uncomfortable for the first time ever between us. "I hoped you would come here." What do I say to that? Remember the rules: no talking, no email, no chats, no contact. But, you know, I didn't make those rules.

I said, "I'm glad you called the other day. I miss hearing your voice. ...I hate this, you know." He just looks away. "So, are things going well?" Aye yi yi -- I'm being so inane. But he tells me much of the same things he has said before. He has to try, he needs to feel he is giving her a fair shake, he needs to be there for his children, and on and on it goes. Eventually, he just stops talking and looks at me. I just look back.

I pretend to look at the time and stand up to make an exit as if I need to be somewhere. Suddenly, he stands up and in two steps reaches me as I back into the wall. He places his hands on the wall on either side of my head and pushes against me. He has me locked against the wall with his body as he just looks at me. He says, "This is a bad idea," and he leans down to kiss me. I want to put up my hands, stop him from breaking through the crumbly wall I have been trying to rebuild after he left. But I find myself kissing him back.

He leaned his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. I love the way his body presses against me, and I can feel his desire build. My hands go to his sides and then around him to pull him closer. He pulls his mouth from mine to look at me, and both of us are breathing a bit harder. His hand moves to my breast and begins to touch me the way I like, but then he stops, asking with his eyes if I want him to stop. I answer by leaning in to kiss him again.

Oh, how I have missed his hands on me. He begins to unbutton my blouse to get access to skin. I have his shirt fisted into my hands, yearning for his touch. The first feel of his skin on my breast is exquisite. He runs his fingers over my nipple, watching my face for the response he can feel in his hands. He pulls my bra out of the way and covers my nipple with his mouth. His tongue sucks on the hard tip, causing ripples to extend down my body where I feel it deep in my pussy. I feel myself grow wet as he squeezes my breasts and entertains my nipples with his tongue.

Oh, how I want this. I move my hands down and grab his ass, pulling us hip to hip. He puts his hands on either side of my head, holding my face as he kisses me, his tongue ravishing my mouth. I move my hand to the front of his trousers where I rub my hand over the proof of his wanting. I hear a groan escape from his throat, so I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze. He pulls his head back from me and looks into my eyes.

"We really shouldn't be doing this, especially here," he says. I nod since I'm not sure my voice will work. I continue to massage him and watch his eyes grow darker. He glances at the clock, and then walks away from me but only far enough to lock the door. I smile at him, and while he watches, I remove my panties. He smiles back at me as I lean against the wall waiting to see what he has in mind. He moves a chair to the corner of the room adjacent to the door. No one who looks in the window will see anything. He holds his hand out to me, and I go to him. He kisses me again, and I smile against his mouth.

"How are we going to do this?" I ask.

"Quietly," he says. I laugh at that, knowing how difficult that can be for me. He kisses me again, and both of our hands begin un-belting and unbuttoning his pants. As he lowers them, I fall to my knees to take him in my mouth. Oh, how I love the groan he makes as I take his cock into my mouth. I love to feel him grow harder and harder against my tongue. "I could let you do that all day," he says, "but we don't have the time right now."

He pulls my head away from him and sits on the chair. I want to feel him inside me, so I stand to straddle him. Slowly, I lower myself onto his cock. Oh, how wonderful it feels to have him inside me. For a moment we just look at each other, knowing the risk we are taking but not caring. I begin to slide my hips back and forth, taking my pleasure from him. His hands go to my breasts, and he runs his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp and moan, so he covers my mouth with his. "Quietly, remember?" he asks against my lips.

I nod and look into his eyes as I begin to move faster. His cock is so hard, and I am so wet. It doesn't take long until I know I'm close. "I'm going to come for you, Baby," I tell him. I start to close my eyes, and he says, "Look at me." I am staring into his eyes as I come. I'm breathing so fast now. He smiles at me, and I move in to kiss him hard. I love feeling his tongue in my mouth. I can't kiss him for long because I can't catch my breath. He grabs my ass with his hands and pulls me towards him hard several times, and then says, "My turn." He pulls my pussy snug against him, and I feel his cock jump inside me. He empties himself inside me, while I kiss him.

We sit, joined together, for a few minutes, my forehead against his. We know we have to pull ourselves together; we each have clients to see in just a few minutes. I stand up and find my panties. We each take a few minutes to pull ourselves together. It's quiet as he moves the chair back into the row with the others, the room straight again, as if nothing happened. I think the room is the only thing that seems as if nothing happened. "You know we broke all the rules," I say to his back. My voice shakes. I'm afraid the rules will be back, and that I will lose him again to the silence.

He turns and looks at me. A smile softens his face. "I was never one for rules anyway."

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Rightful Owner byBetty Boo©

They arrived back at their hotel room shortly after 1 am. Gary's expression puzzled her. She'd had a wonderful time at the party talking to lots of exciting and interesting people but Gary seemed unusually quiet. She knew she had looked good tonight. The tiny black mini skirt showed off her tanned legs to perfection and she was braless under the little silky vest top. Her full, rounded breasts jiggled seductively when she danced and she knew she was being coveted by many of the guys there, both single and otherwise.

She walked over to the blinds and drew them, kicked off her shoes and unpinned her long red hair. As she threw herself onto the bed, exhausted, she turned to look at Gary.

"You really enjoyed being the centre of attention tonight didn't you?" he asked quietly.

She was puzzled by his tone.

"You had every guy in the room lusting after you and you know it, you little tease," he continued.

She watched him as he unzipped his pants, his erection sticking out in front of him.

"You are MY woman. You may get pleasure from flaunting yourself shamelessly in front of other men but I am the only one who has the right to fuck you, do you understand?" he demanded.

She nodded, confused by his aggressiveness. Gary was usually such a laid back guy, she had never heard him talk like this before.

"Now, spread your legs for me" he ordered, "I want to look at MY cunt"

She considered refusing but the look in his eyes made her comply.

He started to stroke his swollen dick slowly as he watched her.

"Wider" he commanded, "I want to get a good look at what is mine" He moved to the foot of the bed giving him an excellent view of her bare pussy. A chill of excitement mixed with fear ran through her body as she spread her long legs wider for him. She felt vulnerable as his eyes roamed hungrily over her taut body, feasting on her, drinking her in.

"I want you to do as I ask," he said, sliding his hand up and down the thick shaft of his hard dick. She noticed the swollen, engorged head was glistening with pre-cum as he slowly wanked himself.

She nodded.

"Play with your pussy" he ordered.

Hesitantly her left hand caressed the soft skin of her belly and worked its way to her smooth mound, lightly skimming her sensitive clit and stroking the outer lips of her cunt.

Gently stroking herself, she began to softly moan as her other hand began to tease and rub her hardening nipples. Her head was rolled back and her eyes closed as she rubbed and stroked her body. He could see her wetness now, her fingers slick with her juices worked up and down her wet slit, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in slow, circular movements.

His breathing became heavier as he devoured the scene.

"Fuck your cunt" he urged.

She didn't need telling twice, her fingers found her dripping hole and slid in eagerly. She began to finger fuck herself, moaning and whimpering as she stretched and writhed, returning regularly to her throbbing clit.

"Fuck me Gary" she begged, "I need to feel your hard dick inside me"

He knelt on the bed between her legs and ordered her to turn over. Eagerly she turned, her beautiful ass high in the air, waiting, anticipating his touch. His fingers started to probe her slippery wetness making her gasp, rubbing from her sensitive clit right back to her tight ass.

She felt a slippery finger probe her anus then pressure as he pushed it smoothly into her.

God! That felt so good.

He continued to fuck her ass with his finger, encouraging her to relax. Her cunt was sopping wet as she felt her tight ass being stretched further as he added another finger, using her juices to lubricate her.

"I am going to fuck you" he growled, "But I'm going to fuck your ass this time" he added.

She felt apprehensive yet a thrill of excitement shuddered through her body. No man had ever put his dick in her ass; she was a complete virgin there. Her hand moved to her pussy and rubbed her clit as Gay's long, thick fingers pumped in and out of her asshole. The combination was fantastic.

Gary's gaze travelled down her smooth, tanned back, the curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her buttocks and came to rest on his wet fingers. Stretching and working on her tight sphincter he gradually loosened her enough for him to enter her. His dick was painfully hard and he needed her badly. With his other hand he guided the swollen head of his cock into her slippery, wet cunt and covered it in her flowing juices. He removed his fingers gently and replaced them with his engorged dick, pressing firmly into her.

She felt the pressure and he ordered her to relax as he spread her ass cheeks wide with his big hands. Her breathing became shallow, beads of perspiration appeared on her brow and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the head of his big hard dick stretch her asshole wide as it entered her.

He paused for a moment to allow her to become acclimatised to the sensation then he applied a little more pressure, entering her inch by inch.

"Keep stroking your cunt," he demanded of her.

The sensation was mind blowing. She could feel the head of his dick now completely inside her ass, throbbing, and she involuntarily began to push back onto it, encouraging him and accepting him eagerly.

The tightness and heat of her ass, the knowledge that she was rubbing her clit and the realization of her obvious excitement was nearly too much for him and as he felt himself engulfed entirely inside her he stopped to compose himself. He wanted to savour this experience.

She could feel the whole thick length of his twitching, throbbing dick stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. She closed her eyes and also savoured the moment.

Composed, he began to slowly move his hips, pulling out of her and then back in deep. She could feel every ridge and vein on his dick as he slowly pumped in and out of her ass. His hands on her buttocks helped to control his long, slow strokes. She was moaning and whimpering as he fucked her with excruciatingly slow, deliberate thrusts. As his thrusts became deeper and more demanding she could hear his breathing become harder and his pace quickened.

Her clit was tingling and swollen as she stroked it, occasionally slipping her fingers into her hot, wet slit and pushing back onto his solid cock.

She felt her orgasm building and within seconds it wracked her whole body, shuddering powerfully through her again and again. Her mind was blown as great waves of pleasure coursed through her rhythmically.

Gary felt her cumming hard and heard her howl as his own orgasm rose from inside him. His balls tightened and he stiffened as he let out a guttural groan and began to shoot hot streams of cum deep into her ass. The contractions of her orgasm milked his pulsating cock as he slammed into her ass. His body glistening with perspiration, he came harder than he had ever cum in his life, encouraged by her moans of ecstasy.

They both came for what seemed an eternity until, at last, they slumped exhausted onto the bed, their combined juices dripping form them, their breathing heavy.

He reached out and turned her to him. Holding her close he kissed her deeply and tenderly as they recovered slowly.

peeing kinda day

Ive been alone most of the day so I tried something by wearing a diaper today and was peeing in that, but i missed the feeling of the pee running down my legs so i started peeing in my pants when i needed to. i am trying to hold on more then just peeing cause i have to. now im thinking about peeing the bed tonight. its been about a month since i have done that. my thing is i want to pee my bed when im still sleeping, most times i pee my bed i am just waking up and decide to let it go, and there was one time i woke up while peeing the bed, which i have to say i loved... now that i think about it im getting really turned on....  so how should i plan this out? make sure i have to pee when i go to sleep?

 

 

29 June 2010 @ 04:41 am

horny and have to pee  

one of my favorite feelings is when im extremely horny and have to pee. even if i dont get to piss in my pants my pee hitting my clit is enough to almost send me over the edge. more times then none i rub on my clit as i piss on my hand over the toilet.

a little squirt of piss just came out landing on my panties. i love the feeling of wet panties against my clit. my hand is now down my pants and im rubbing my clit through my wet panties.

i just pushed some more piss out. omg its so warm. i'm rubbing my clit through my panties faster now.. im panting... the need to pee is getting stronger. do i stop rubbing enough to piss myself or do i finish masturbating?

 

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02 February 2010 @ 03:49 am

gotta pee  

 I have to pee right now. Its not so bad, but the feeling is there. I'm thinking about letting a little out while I type this.
The little bit turned out to be a squirt but not too much. God its so warm. I'm rubbing my clit through my wet shirts. Should I let a little more out?

Maybe another squirt wouldn't be bad as i rub myself. Another squirt, peeing on my hand as i rub my clit, making my shorts and chair warm and wet. once again not too much but was enough.

I'm so close to cumming. 

 

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31 January 2010 @ 03:34 am

Reading stories  

Im reading some stories about people peeing their pants and how wonderful it feels and i just peed a little in my panties. Im wearing a skirt and checked to see that only a little spot was showing. I dont want to fully piss my pants just yet. Im also rubbing my clit through my wet panties squirting out a tiny bit of piss on my fingers. It wont take long before I cum. 

 

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30 January 2010 @ 08:57 pm

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30 January 2010 @ 03:05 am

recent wetting  

 I decided last weekend that I wanted to go to a bar and wet my pants in front of everyone... well sorta. so i drive out of my way to some bar and start with a mixed drink. My purpose is not to get drunk but to have a drink maybe 2. Anyway I am sipping away at my drink observing the people that are there and enjoying the music. It doesn't take long before the feeling of needing to pee hits me. Its just a twinge so I'm not in going to worry about it. I order a water after I finish my first drink and look more at the people that are now filling up the bar. lots of people start dancing so i think i might try my skill on the dance floor. I dance for maybe 2 songs and the feeling of having to pee starts to get stronger but I'm still not going to worry about it. I go back to my seat and sip my water. Now the urge is getting stronger. I wiggle a little in my seat and look around if anyone is noticing. I drink more and more of my water having it fill up my already full bladder. I end up deciding that a little wetting won't hurt. So I relax some and the piss drips out slowly into my panties. I continue to pee just a little bit more as i slide my hand between my legs to see how big the wet spot is. Its big enough to satisfy myself but not enough if i stood up would anyone know. I finish my water and really think if I want to get another drink or just sit there. I end up getting another drink. The more i sip the more I have to pee. I decide its either now or never. I finish my drink and start thinking of where I was going to pee my pants. I didn't want to flood my pants while sitting in their seat so i walk around the bar. Oh its getting harder to walk now. I have to go so badly. I look at the womans restroom and there is a line. I think to myself... how perfect. It would look like i was waiting to get to the toilet but didnt make it. I think it makes it look more like an accident rather then me just pissing my pants, which i must add would equally be hot. so there is maybe 6 girls waiting for the restroom so I get to the back of the line and i'm dancing around with my hand between my legs. I'm whining and moaning. putting on a full show. I kinda look around to see if anyone is noticing. part of me is hoping they are and another part is wanting them to not notice me. I am wiggling around more and more moaning and whining a little louder when i just cant hold it any more. My heart is pounding in my chest. I let a trickle out, filling up my panties but its not enough. I then say oh god i'm going to pee my pants... i relax a little more as more hot piss starts to trickle down my leg. "fuck i'm peeing my pants" i cry out as the girl in front of me turns around and looks at me as i then relax completely and let the hot piss flood my jeans. she looks at me shocked. I say how embarrassing even though im so very turned on. one guy was following me with his eyes as i left the bar. He followed me out side and said hey dont beat your self up over it. it happens to the best of us. I turn and look at him. the look in his eyes was playful and I told him thanks. I couldnt help but notice his pants were bulging. could it be? was he turned on that i pissed myself? There was a little bit of an awkward silence and he smiled and turned to go back into the bar. I then say to him, you make it seem like its happened to you. He laughs and turns around and walks towards me and says yeah it has. I say well that makes me feel better. He smiles at me and says I couldnt help but notice you when you walked into the bar. I then watched you while you was on the dance floor. Something about you is striking. Something tells me that your little accident wasnt really an accident but was planned and I must say i find that so very hot either way. He is standing so close to me. I blush and tell him no it wasnt an accident. like a flash his mouth was on mine and he pressed his body against mine. I felt his hard cock through his pants. I am moaning as he has his hand rubbing my pussy through my wet jeans. He presses his body against mine while he kisses me even deeper. he moans deeply when i feel warmth and realize he is pissing his pants. i stoke his cock through his pants as he continues to pisses himself. he tells me he has been looking for a girl like me. once his bladder is empty he takes my hand and walks me to a suv. he unlocks it and opens the back door and has me get in. He follows me and starts to unbutton my pants. his mouth on mine he pulls off my wet pants and soaked panties. i unbutton his jeans and pull his hard cock out and stroke it. I help him take off his pants and continue to stroke his cock. He starts kissing me again as he helps me lay down. He reaches for his pants on the floor and slips on a condom in what seems like a matter of seconds. he starts cupping my breasts as he moves his hips closer to mine and thrusts his cock deep inside my pussy. I cry out as he pumps harder and harder inside of me. I am moaning so loudly when he starts rubbing my clit. It doesnt take me long before I cum and seconds later he does too. we are breathing heavy and sweating when he pulls out. I get dressed, which isnt easy seeing how my jeans are still wet and i admit i dont like staying in cold wet cloths, and I tell him that was beyond amazing. We have a moment of awkwardness and introduce ourselves and even exchange numbers. I tell him I have to go and he kisses me sweetly and I get out, walk to my car, and drive home with my head dizzy and completely on cloud 9 

 

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23 July 2008 @ 11:31 pm

Hey  

This is a fantasy...
So this afternoon I was sitting at home alone reading some really hot posts and started getting really turned on. I started thinking about some of the things people posted about and how turned on I was and the need to pee just kicked in. I was sitting in my chair with my hand down my pants mindlessly rubbing on my clit and the urge to pee kept getting stronger. It felt so good rubbing my clit knowing it makes me have to pee that much harder that I didn't want to get up. I then feel a rush of warmth on my hand and start rubbing faster. I loved watching the wet spot get bigger as I started pissing my pants. As I am sitting there pissing my pants and my DH walks in the door. I am so shocked to see his immediate erection at what he is seeing. He tells me how he never knew I enjoyed peeing my pants. he then walks over to me and presses my hand against his pants and I feel his hot piss against my hand. I am so beyond turned on that I almost cum. He stops enough to sit down in the chair I was sitting in telling me to sit on his lap. As soon as I sit down I start pissing so hard. He puts a hand between my legs and starts rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit through my pants as I empty my bladder on him. I feel him get harder and start pissing on me as I sit there with him still rubbing my clit through my drenched pants. He puts his hand in my pants and starts fingering me until he hits my G spot which makes me piss all over again. I take off my pants and he does the same. I have him sit down so I can ride him until he cums.

 

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09 July 2008 @ 04:06 am

Well...  

it has been a long time since i have been on this site. Well here is a few stories for y'all. I was sitting at my computer being really involved in whatever I was doing...I think playing a game...and really had to pee. I was dancing in my seat, holding myself with my hand between my legs, squeezing my legs tighter and tighter and thought about getting up and going to the bathroom but i was so involved in my game. I figure I could hold it some more. Just to let everyone know what I had on (i think it kinda matters) I was in a pink plaid baby doll top and light pink capris. I also had on so really cute girly undies on under it all that said "keep it green"  with the planet on the back. So I am trying my best to keep my mind off the fact that i had to pee when it starts coming out slowly. I put my had between my legs to see if my paints were wet yet and they were just starting to. so i am trying to stop the pee which it does for a little bit then a little more rushes out. I once again feel to see how bad the wet spot was. Getting bigger.This time I can't hold it back and more pee escapes ever so slowly. I keep trying to hold it but no use. A little puddle starts to form under my computer seat. At this point I figure what is the point of holding it anymore. I relaxed my muscles and hot piss explodes out of me. I look down at my lap and see the piss filling my pants and watch it fall to the floor making a huge puddle. It seems like I was peeing for several minutes. I sat there for a bit after my bladder was empty until i cleaned up the mess.

The other night I peed the bed. I will never again drink a huge soda before going to bed. my sheets were so soaked. I woke up as i started peeing. I was still half asleep and the more i woke up the more i was pissing on myself. I got really turned on looking down at my piss soaked pj's that i slid my had down my pants while i was pissing and started masturbating. Wow it was so hot!

I was at the new wal-mart yesterday late evening doing some shopping when the urge to pee hit me fast and hard. Each step I took made piss slowly escape filling my panties. Before you knew it my pants had a wet spot. I am trying hard to hold it in but am so very turned on because it is the first time in public i am peeing my pants. The more I walk the more I pee. I decide i better try and make it outside so they dont have a mess to clean up. I can tell people can see the wet spot growing larger the more I walk. By the time I reach the door piss was running down my legs. I continue to walk to my truck as more and more piss falls down my legs. I get to my truck and let the rest of the hot piss fall down my legs before getting in my truck and driving home.

About a month or so ago I was driving in my truck and had to pee. I did not try to hold it or stop somewhere and use the restroom. I just sat there and pissed my pants. The clean up was a bitch though but it was so very worth it.

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03 August 2007 @ 03:25 am

latest wetting  

i woke up yesterday and this morning so very close to pissing my bed. yesterday i held it so i can put on my jeans and make a short movie of me peeing my jeans. i then took a pic or two. this morning i kinda peed the bed a little, hardly at all but still was a small wet spot. when i got out of bed the pee came rushing out. i didnt get to take pics of this though. i have tried to upload my movies on myspace, tiny pic, and even you tube and i cant get them to upload. i have a few movies of me peeing my pants in front of my computer for my webcam. the space is limited in my room so there isnt much showing in the movies but me peeing my pants. thats about all i have for the moment. later everyone. happy peeing

 

 

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01 August 2007 @ 01:51 am

stories from my youth  

I have always enjoyed peeing in my pants and i remember peeing the bed up until i was 12 or 13, granted i still do it when i feel the need to, but still. I remember one time when i was in high school i was coming home from school and didnt have a chance to use the bathroom before i got on the bus. it was raining really hard outside, so the sound of water falling made me have to pee more. the bus would hit a few bumps and a little pee would trickle out each time. my panties were really starting to get wet. i had on my fav baggy black pants so the spot wouldnt be that noticeable. well i finally get to my stop and when i stand up a little more pee squirts out. i'm trying my best to not pee on the bus. more slowly came out while i was going down the stairs. i crossed the street to my house and because it was raining so hard i was already drenched except between my legs by the time i got to the door. there was something about the way my shirt and pants were clinging to my body that i got really turned on, not to mention that i kinda peed my pants a little on the bus (always a turn on to pee my pants) but still had to really go. i could feel my nipples getting harder as my shirt got more wet from the rain. i then decided to slid my hand down my pants and play with my clit. wow it was so sensitive that each time i moved my finger over it a little more pee would squirt out. it got to the point that i couldn't hold it anymore and let it all go while still slightly rubbing my clit. the feeling of my warm pee running down my legs and on my hand felt better than any orgasm i have had in the past. i peed for what seem like forever and was really relieved to let the pressure off my bladder. i stopped playing with myself and stood in the pouring rain while i finished peeing. i was now completely soaked from head to toe. it was one of my best peeing moment.

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Wetman's Stories Desperation with Laura

Desperation with Laura

One night a female friend of mine came over to watch some TV and drink a few beers. Laura was very pretty and even though we never really had a romantic relationship we had been close friends for years. I had never told her about my fetish for pee but somehow I think she had an idea. Conversations often included accounts of times she got desperate and had to pee in strange places. One of my favorite stories was about a night when she had been out drinking with some friends. She said by the time they dropped her off at home she was pretty drunk. She said she got to her bedroom and then started to go down the hall to the bathroom for a much needed pee when she heard the TV on in her parents room. She would have to walk right past their room to get to the bathroom and she was afraid they might hear her and she would get in trouble for coming home so wasted. She said she went back into her bedroom and locked the door. She looked around for a cup or some other container to pee in but found nothing. She said by now her "eyeballs were floating" and if she didn't do something quick she was going to wet her pants. Then out of pure desperation she gathered up several pieces of dirty clothes and put them in a pile on the floor. She stripped off her pants and panties adding her now damp panties to the pile and squatted over the dirty laundry. She said she had no sooner squatted down when her bladder gave way and she peed for almost two minutes. After she finished she wiped off with the corner of one of her shirts. She hid the wet clothes under her bed until the next morning and then gathered them up and put them in the washer before anyone else woke up. The mental image of my friend squatting down and peeing over a pile of clothes in her bedroom was a fantasy come true. We drank a couple of beers and watched a police movie on TV when I remembered something a friend of mine left at my house the other day. A set of genuine police issue handcuffs. I went and got them out of the drawer where I had put them and showed them to Laura. Making fun of the movie we were watching I told her she was under arrest and locked one cuff around her wrist and and the other around mine. I told her she was now my prisoner. We both laughed and sat on the couch handcuffed together and watched the rest of the movie. After the movie was over Laura got up and held up our wrists. "Get these things off, I have to go pee" she announced. We went over to the drawer and I looked around but found no key. "Stop playing games and let me go before I piss all over myself" Laura said. I noticed she was crossing her legs and doing a little "pee pee dance". I told her I was not joking..I thought my friend left the key but now I was not sure. I got on the phone and called him. He said he found the key in his pants pocket but figured I would not be dumb enough the lock them without first making sure I had a key. He said he would bring the key over but it would take him at least 30 minutes to get there. By now Laura was not a happy camper. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was serious about how bad she had to pee. She tried sitting on the couch, crossing her legs, even holding her crotch but she said it did not help. I was starting to feel a need to go myself but I think Laura was the worst off. About 15 minutes later my friend called back and said he was going to be a while. Seems he had a flat tire and was having to wait for someone to help him change it. When I informed Laura of this she said "That's it we have to do SOMETHING!" We came up with a plan where Laura would go into the bathroom and I would stay outside the door stretching my arm into the bathroom. We tried to do this but the toilet was too far into the room for Laura to reach it no matter how far I stretched. By now Laura was dancing around and squeezing her legs together in a last minute effort to avoid a disaster. Finally Laura said "Fuck this, Get your ass in here" and pulled me into the bathroom with her and shut the door. "Don't just stand there help me get my pants down" she screamed , fumbling at her zipper with her free hand. Together we pulled at her tight jeans getting them over her hips and around her ankles. I noticed a spot about the size of a silver dollar in the crotch of her panties where she had already started to dribble. She pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down on the toliet. No sooner than her butt hit the seat she began to pee a wide hissing stream into the water below. She could have kept her legs together and blocked my view but instead she kept them wide apart giving me a perfect view. I was sitting on the floor right in front of the potty and she was peeing like a racehorse just inches from my face. Her stream was so strong and wide that I felt a few drops hit me. I wondered if she was ever going to finish but after a couple of minutes her stream died down to a trikle and finally ended. I watched as she rolled off some tissue and wiped the few drops of pee left on her pussy. She stood up and together we pulled up her jeans and she zipped up. By now my bladder was begging for relief and I think Larura noticed my crossed legs. "I guess you have to pee too huh?" she said. I told her yes and she just giggled. "We'll you got a show..what about me?" I figured why not so I unzipped my pants and took aim for the toilet. I was dying to pee but nothing happened. "well whats the problem?" Laura asked. I tried again but still nothing. "Want me to turn on some water?" Laura asked. She reached over and turned on the water in the bathroom sink. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the fact that my friend..that I thought of more as a sister than a lover was standing next to me watching me try and pee. After about another 30 seconds a slow dribble started. The stream started to build and finally I was going full force. I looked at Laura and she seemed fasinated watching me piss. Then without any warning Laura reached over with her free hand and took hold of my cock. "Let me hold it for you" she said. I was too surprized to react and had to pee too bad to stop. She directed the stream in circles in the toilet and splashed some off the rim and onto the floor. "Sorry" she said. I finally finished and Laura shook the last drops off and let go. "I always wanted to "shake the dew off the lilly" she giggled. I could not tell if she was really trying to get something started or if it was just a little too much beer at work. I zipped up and we returned to the living room and where we finished off our beers and watched a little more TV before my friend finally arrived with the key and set us free. He said he was sorry for being so late and Laura told him it was OK that everything "worked out fine". We never really talked much about what happened that night but from that point on whenever we were out and I had to excuse myself to go pee Laura would just smile and say "Don't forget to shake the dew off the lily" Wetmanjf

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Bottled Water byTheEnglishWriter©

I walked in & casually scanned the occupants, pondering who might make good company, or if I'd be better off on my own. Over to the side there was a lady on her own, and quite attractive. On her own though. Maybe the book in her hand was a guard. Certainly no-one was going to catch her eye, but maybe that's what she preferred. Fortune favours the brave, I reminded myself as I sauntered over.

There was nothing unusual about her having a bottle of water on her table, even if she was not drinking from it, there being a glass of wine in her hand. What piqued my curiosity were the two others in her bag. I'm like that. I notice things. I also noticed that all three bottles lacked their labels. Refilled with tap water, maybe?

In situations like this, you always need an ice breaker, and water seemed as good as any.

"Do you drink a lot of water then?"

She looked up. "No more than anyone else, I imagine."

"You seem to have a plentiful supply, that's all."

"They're not for me. They're for the person I'm going to meet."

"You expecting him to be thirsty then?"

"I do hope not. But just in case, I have water for him."

She was enigmatic, but perfectly friendly. And attractive too, which was why I'd started this conversation, though I now felt I was getting out of my depth. Still, sink or swim.....

"May I sit here?"

"Please, be my guest." She had an enchanting smile. And I was still very curious about her water.

"I wouldn't be taking someone's chair?" I questioned. "Only before, you mentioned meeting someone."

"Oh, there's no date or anything. It's just in case I do meet someone. I do seem to meet people often."

That didn't surprise me. "You've met me."

She smiled at this. "Yes, I have, haven't I?"

"But you haven't offered me any water."

"I don't know if I want to yet."

"OK. While you're deciding, I'm going to get a drink. Would you like something? More wine, maybe? Or something different?

"A glass of white please."

I returned with my beer, her wine, plus an empty glass. Now it was her turn to ask questions.

"Who's the empty glass for then?"

"Me, if or when you've decided I'm worthy of your water. Is it holy water or something?"

She smiled with me. "No, it's just tap water. But water's good for you, isn't it?"

"It is indeed. My Dad always said, 'if you don't drink you'll die...'"

"He sounds a wise man."

"He was indeed. Though he was mostly referring to alcohol. He made his own, didn't want to see it wasted."

She opened her bottle and poured some into the empty glass. And more, filling it, right to the brim, some even slopping over the rim.

"Oh my, I've spilt some", she said, with a coquettish smirk. She held my eye, smiling, and I was now getting an idea of where this might be going. The idea of some spillage, with her, was actually turning me on.

"Now drink it, and don't spill any!" she commanded. Seems I was wrong about the spillage.

I'd already drunk most of my beer, though she'd hardly touched her wine.

"Another beer?"

"Sure, thanks. Though if I keep drinking this quickly I'll be running to the loo every five min...."

"Don't!" she interrupted, just a little too quickly. She suddenly looked flustered, and stared at the table.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling concerned.

"I'll get your drink. Wait there." I was going nowhere, I was now completely intrigued.

She came back with two glasses, though unlike the ones I'd brought, both of these were full. While she'd been away I'd finished my beer, but now had another, plus a glass of water before me.

"I've not had a lady try to get me drunk before", I quipped.

"Not drunk, just full. I'd like you to drink a lot, just a lot of liquid."

"I see. You're doing pretty well so far. What do you hope to get out of it?"

"Can't you guess?"

I thought. And thought some more. "I can't, tell me." I trusted my puzzled expression showed that I wasn't bluffing. I really had no idea why she wanted me to drink so much, but not get drunk.

"I guess you've not done it before," she said enigmatically.

"I guess not, whatever it is. But I'm intrigued now. So tell me."

Her expression was earnest, and I had the feeling that somehow I was now going to be put to the test. She took my hands in hers and asked, "What do you think about when you pee?"

I stared at her for a moment. And thought about my hands in hers. Her small & soft hands. That was very forward, wasn't it? I wasn't thinking so much about my answer, instead why she might be asking. "Just peeing, I guess. I don't think I've ever thought about what I was doing, when I was doing it. Except maybe sometimes relief. Y'know, when you're busting, and you've had to wait. That's a nice feeling, isn't it?"

"Seems a terrible waste though, doesn't it?"

"What, the pee? I suppose so. I've not thought about it like that. What else could you do with it except pee it away?"

"Well, I can think of a use."

"You gonna tell me?"

She looked around furtively, but said nothing. Instead, she pulled her bag onto her lap & took out a pen. Then fumbled some more through it, and eventually took out a napkin. She wrote on it, shielding her words with her hand, then slip it across the table, her hand still obscuring the words. Slowly she withdrew her hand, leaving the napkin in front of me. On it she'd written, 'I WANT TO DRINK YOUR PISS'. I read it again, mouthing the words silently in my head. 'I want to drink your piss'. Now that was a first, no-one had ever asked me to do that before. But as I thought about it, thought about doing it to her, an image came into my mind. Her on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth, her holding it there, me holding her head tightly as my piss flowed out, into her mouth, she drinking it as quickly as she could, and what she couldn't drink running out of her mouth and over her breasts in a golden shower. Damn! That turned me on. I looked at her, across the table, and she looked back at me.

I leaned forward, and said "Come closer, I want to say something." She leaned forward too. "Closer", I said, and we both leaned closer till we were within whispering distance of each other.

Very slowly and quietly I said to her, "I want to piss in your mouth too. I do now, that's for sure. I'm going to flood it, there'll be so much piss that you won't be able to keep up, it will run out of your mouth, down your chin & over your tits. And when I've emptied myself, I'm going to keep my cock in your mouth, I'm going to hold your head there and fuck your mouth, and you're going to suck me, until I give you your dessert. And if that runs out of your mouth too, even better. Is that what you had in mind?"

She turned her head towards mine, and her lips brushed my ear as she spoke.

"Exactly. Finish your beer."

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Pissing Away a Weekend Ch. 01 byJerrycurious©

Barb jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She didn't think she had ever had to pee so bad in her life. She plopped down with urine starting to flow even before she had actually touched the seat. She groaned, relaxing and letting it flow. The hissing of her flow seemed almost obscene. Barbara and Tom had made pissing a part of their sex life for a number of years now. They had never become involved in drinking each others urine though they had talked about it. Tom loved for Barbara to piss on his cock, usually when he was close to cumming. He would also direct his stream right on her clit when she too was ready to cum. They loved doing this for each other she thought as she gently wiped and arose from the commode. She flushed and padded back into the bedroom. It was just getting light but she figured she could snatch a few more winks.

Barbara and Tom Duncan had been married for nearly 20 years now as they each approached the age of 40. They did not have children as Tom was incapable of fathering a child. They had talked about adopting or some other approach but both decided that if they could not have children in the normal fashion they would just not have any.

This did not mean that they didn't have an exciting sex life. From the few conversations Barb had had with her girlfriends, at least the ones who would talk about it, they were much more active than the rest of them. After 20 years they still had some type of sexual contact every single day. Of course it didn't always include intercourse and sometimes no orgasms occurred but whether it was just playing or the real thing something went on each day.

Tom would be 40 in 3 weeks. He was fit and trim having devoted a lot of time to the gym, swimming, jogging, etc. He was a certified financial planner and had an outstanding income. Barbara was a registered nurse who now worked only part time. They had a beautiful home which they had just paid off and life was indeed good.

" So John and Debbie aren't going to the lake until Saturday morning?" Tom questioned Barb, " I mean they could save a lot of time by going up tonight like we are. It's a little bit of a long drive but hell, I'll be putting the boat in the water by 9 tomorrow, and they won't even be getting there until early afternoon."

"Well Tommy, it's up to them honey. Remember in his sales job John has to travel all week so Friday he's ready to hit the hay early and recuperate for whatever lies ahead on the weekend. Besides, you just want an early look at Deb's big titties," Barbara said with a chuckle. "Who wouldn't, " Tom replied, " picturing Debbies admitted 40 C's. Debbie and Barbara were very similar in appearance though the Hensons were almost 5 years younger. They too had no children but in their case it was simply by choice. Each of the ladies had shoulder length brown hair, were curvy but not fat, each had brown eyes and a killer ass. When out with others each of the ladies got plenty of looks.

In the earlier portion of their marriage, about year 6, both Tom and Barbara began to feel that their marriage was getting just a bit stale. Oh yes, they were still active with each other but it just didn't have that same spark. One evening at dinner Tom said out of the blue, " what would you think about swinging?"

"Swinging what," Barb replied.

"You know damn well what," Tom replied quickly," Fred said something to me as we were leaving work this afternoon. He said they get together with a half dozen or so couples and have a cook out and pool party. He said there's no kids there and that after an hour or two no clothes either."

"Oh, you mean fat Freddie," Barb asked.

"Fred's not that fat," Tom defended.

"Yeah well that's not what Millie says. He can't get close enough to her to get very much done I hear," Barb replied. "Hey maybe that's why they started swinging, so Millie could have a capable partner," she said with a snicker." Besides Tom, so they swim nude, we've done that before, it's just not a big deal. "

"Not just that babe, " Tom replied, "he said everyone pairs off and they will be fucking in the pool, the hot tub and in the dark areas of their backyard. Fred said it's literally like an orgy. He said the Shepherds who are moving away have already been replaced by the Clarks."

"The Clarks!," Barbara said shocked, " you mean that good looking black couple who moved in at the end of the street?"

"Yeah I guess so," Tom replied. " Fred said he did it on purpose. I guess some of the couples were getting a little tired of the same old thing. He said the ladies are already all excited about the next party, they all want to see if it's true about black men and big dicks."

Based upon this one conversation the Duncans attended the next party which was less that 2 weeks ahead. The party was just as Fred had described to Tom. It started slowly around dinner and afterwards things progressed rapidly. Tom and Barbara mostly just observed but he did finally get Barb's permission to help Crissy Lloyd out since her husband had to leave the party for business reasons and Crissy was high and dry. Tom and Crissy made out under the water slide. He sucked on her little tities and eventually fingered her to a very nice orgasm. She offered to reciprocate but Tom said that wasn't necessary. Barbara was pleased with him that he did that and told him so. "That was nice Tommy, I appreciate the fact that you didn't have intercourse with her," Barb said to him. "Well," Tom said looking directly into his wife's eyes. I just couldn't feature myself having sex with another woman. You didn't participate tonight so I decided I wasn't going to either. Can't say what might happen another night," he said laughing.

The Duncans continued to participate in the parties for the rest of the summer and yes they both finally had intercourse with others including Barb experiencing her first black cock. Shortly after, one of the other couples dropped out and that was when John and Debbie Henson with her big tits joined in. For some reason the Duncans and the Hensons hit it off immediately. After the swim season ended and Autumn came on, the 2 couples continued to visit in each others homes on almost a weekly basis. It was also at this time that the four of them made a decision that they would no longer attend the swimming parties.

"Look," Tom said, " the newness I think has worn off and I see some things that cause me to believe that there is playing around going on too." "I know it is and I know who it is," John said strongly. " That kind of thing is like a cancer. I can't cut it out so we're just going to walk away from it."

The interesting fact was that even with the closeness of the four of them, at no time did they come close to being involved with each other.

It was obvious to Barbara that Tom lusted to a certain extent after Debbie and her big tits but he had never allowed her to realize that. Barbara had thought that given the right circumstances she could have a fling with John but had never pushed for anything like that though she had observed John checking her out pretty closely.

Now they were making preparations for an extended weekend with their new and best friends. Monday was Memorial Day so they would have plenty of time to get to know their friends even better.

They were driving up to a beautiful lake in the middle of a forested area where Tom and Barbara kept their boat. They were renting a large cabin that they had rented numerous times in previous years. It was not unusual for them to go to the lake 6-8 times during the summer months.

Tom and Barbara left the house, stopped for a fast food burger and headed for the lake and the cabin that they had rented for the weekend. They were expecting a four hour drive but were still looking forward to it.

"So Barbie, what do you think about the possibility of a little mattress action with our friends," Tom asked with a smile.

"C'mon Tom," Barb replied, " no one at any time has suggested that. I mean last year when we were still going to the parties, John and Debbie were just friends, vanilla ones at that. Sure they're attractive, physically attractive too, but it's just not that kind of friendship. "

"No, but I bet it could be," Tom retorted, " let's just give it a shot."

"Tell you what," Barb said seriously, " I'm not going to get involved with seducing either of them but we can just keep our eyes and ears open. Now we both are pretty aware and can read that type of thing rather easily so whatever develops will develop but I'm not gonna push it."

The two of them rode quietly, deep in thought. After about 15 minutes Tom spoke softly.

" I think you're right Barbara," Tom said, " I mean we know that they were swinging last year but they've never seemed to have any interest in that with us. I think that they just think of us as very good friends. We'll just relax, have fun and see if anything develops. OK?"

"Sounds good to me," Barbara said with a smile, " besides," she said, squeezing his cock through his jeans, " we might just be too busy."

Tom laughed at her remark then said, "yep, you are absolutely right. We just might be too busy ourselves."

The truth was, as soon as they arrived, unpacked the car and put the groceries away they were both tired and ready for showers and then bed.

The next morning Tom stirred and realized that he could smell the familiar aroma of bacon. He noted that the other half of the bed was vacant and assumed that his sexy wife was in the kitchen. He got up, threw on his boxers and a t-shirt and wandered to the bathroom where he proceeded to quickly shave and brush his teeth. Once finished Tom walked to the kitchen.

"Morning babe, that sure smells good," Tom said to his wife.

"Oh ho, the king has awakened," Barbara said smiling.

Tom grabbed her giving her a bear hug, " sure smells good in here, I'm guessing you've been a little busy. I'm also guessing bacon and eggs."

"No sweetheart, you're getting your favorite," she said, " bacon, a nice big cheese omelet, hash browns and biscuits. Oh yes, and fresh squeezed orange juice with coffee."

"Geez girl," Tom said with a smile, " you fattening me up for the kill or something?"

"No baby," Barb replied, " I'm just trying to show you my appreciation for this weekend. It was your idea after all."

"Yea true but what can I say. I'm just a considerate guy" Tom said," I've really been hitting it recently and as soon as I got here I could feel myself beginning to relax."

Barb smiled as her husband began forking in mouthfuls of his hearty breakfast.

They put the boat in the water a little before nine and Barb bounced in ready for a ride.

"Wait a minute," Tom said to her, " what about our friends?

"Tom," she answered, " it is now 9:04 AM and there is no way they can be here before 1 or so."

"OK my dear," Tom replied, " hop on board," he said reaching his hand to her to help her into the boat. "I see you've got your suit on under your shirt," Tom joked, " you planning on doing a little sun bathing?"

"Could be," Barb answered with a mischevious smile," could be."

The 135 horse Evinrude barked as it came to life. Tom slowly eased the boat away from the dock and gave it just a little more and slid slowly away and out into the beautiful lake. This lake had a few shallow areas that Tom was intimately familiar with having boated here since a kid. As he cleared the channel he goosed it in small steps until the boat was up out of the water and planing. He knew that Barbara did not enjoy riding this way, she preferred the slow cruise in and out of channels on the lakes perimeter but he decided to have some fun first. In about 10 minutes he was in the middle of the lake with the shore being only a dim memory. He quickly dropped the throttle and the boat just as quickly dropped back down settling into the water. He reached over and snapped the ignition off. The quiet was deafening.

"God it's beautiful out here," Barb said, "it feels like we don't have a care in the world out here. What would you do if I took my clothes off and did some sun bathing? Barb asked with a smile.

Tom's quick reply with a grin was, " go for it."

Barbara did a quick strip and spread her huge beach towel on the foredeck of the boat and laid back with a smile on her face. "Wonder what other boaters would think if they would happen to roll by," she thought. It was an unnecessary concern though as there were no boats in any direction as far as the eye could see. It was apparently too early. Tom re-started the motor 10 minutes or so later causing Barbara to jump as she had actually been dozing. "What the hell are you doing she yelled." Relax dear," Tom replied, " I've got it so it's just barely making headway. Just trying to keep it from drifting too much." This was complete bullshit not making any sense at all but it satisfied Barb and she once again relaxed. The truth was Tom was having some fun. It would take a long time but the boat would eventually move to the southern end of the lake and under a long bridge to an island where a number of homes were located. This area of the huge lake had become much more commercialized. The bridge had been constructed 12 years previously with the thought that there should be an allowance made for fishermen in this part of the lake which contained abundant fish. As a result there was a walkway and railing along the entire length of the bridge which on this warm Saturday morning contained an unusually large number of those trying to catch something to brag about. The sun had passed in front of and then behind some large cloud banks causing Barbara to grow very warm and then cool off along the way. Eventually the clouds burned off and she was receiving a full measure of sunshine. It seemed as though it was no time at all but had been in fact 25 minutes and suddenly Tom noticed in the distance the Sterling Island bridge. He altered his course very slowly so as not to startle his wife and continued on. As the bridge grew closer the little tiny figures in the distance now had changed into people and those people were fast approaching. Barbara would soon have a large and appreciative audience. In a few minutes his wife could be seen by at least 30-40 people. He realized that she was now being seen as he observed a few of the fishermen and women were pointing her out to the others but at least were not making any noises. They finally drifted slowly under the bridge and as they did so the noise of vehicles traveling over the bridge caused Barbara to stir. They were now completely clear of the bridge and she was becoming visible to those on the other side. Unfortunately, someone on the south side of the bridge decided that he needed to indicate his appreciation for such a view and whistled. At that point the whistles and catcalls became frequent. Suddenly Barbara's eyes flew open and she jumped. She grabbed the huge towel and wrapped it about herself, grabbed her clothing and ducked under the front of the craft. As she passed her husband she simply murmured, " sonofabitch." Tom laughed and was still laughing when Barbara re-appeared fully dressed. She had a smile on her face and shortly was laughing as hard as was her husband. "You are a very bad boy Tom Duncan, you know that don't you," she asked. "Yes, I guess I do," Tom replied," but I also know I love you very much." "Boy you sure know how to handle a lady," she said softly, kissing him passionately, slipping him her tongue as she did so. "Why don't we head back for the cabin," she whispered to him," I'm sure we still have time before John and Debbie get here." Tom turned the boat and being very familiar with the lake as well as knowing where the cabin was brought it around and chose his direction by using his compass and gave the craft full throttle. The powerful outboard brought the boat quickly to speed and again he was running quickly, the craft planing once more, skimming quickly across the water. As Tom neared the large cabin he was perplexed to see what looked like a strange vehicle sitting in the drive. As they grew closer he realized that their plans were now changed. John and Debbie must have gotten a very early start as they were here.

"Change of plans baby," Tom said to his wife, " our friends are here."

The boat slid smoothly into its mooring, was tied up and they stepped onto the dock to greet their friends.

Barbara embraced Debbie saying, " you must have gotten an early start."

"Oh we did," Debbie replied, " you know John, he would have slept til noon. I got him up at 6 and we were on the road by 7."

"Yea," John said, " no breakfast even. She did let me slip through the drive thru at McDonald's for a breakfast sandwich," he said sullenly.

"Well you don't have to worry about eating now," Barbara replied, " there are a ton of groceries inside."

"And there's another ton in our car," John said, " including everything from baloney to strip steaks in the cooler."

"Let's help you get unloaded," Tom said and they all pitched in. In just minutes the car was empty and the guys were relaxed under an oak tree near the water's edge, beer in hand, without a care in the world.

The afternoon passed quickly with the guys consuming more beer and the ladies putting away the additional groceries. They sat down at the kitchen table, each with a cup of coffee and decided that this particular evening they would make the men take them out to dinner rather than cook.

" There are two restaurants not too far away," Barbara said, "there's a small but wonderful seafood place about 4 miles away at the highway intersection and another about 7 miles away which is a general type of restaurant but is much bigger and has a lot of variety."

"I love this place Barb," Debbie said," it's so relaxing. I'm so happy that you guys suggested this. "

" We actually hadn't been here for some time then when we bought the boat 4 years ago we started coming back up here and fell in love with it all over again," Barbara said.

"Umhh, there's something I need to say Barb, " Debbie said, "but I'm not sure just how to do it."

Barbara noticed that Debbie was now blushing.

"What is it Deb," Barbara said, " you can ask me or tell me anything. You should know that by now."

"Yes I know," Debbie replied, " but it's just difficult. OK, here goes. We know that at one time you guys were in the lifestyle and for that matter you know that we were too for a short while. Now I know that our relationship has never included that and that has been fine with us. We were talking on the way up that we didn't know if that's what you had in mind this weekend or not. I mean if it is that's fine with us. You know how much we care for both of you. But please don't misunderstand. If that is not what you have in mind then that is fine with us too. OK? " she inquired tentatively.

"Debbie," Barb said," don't ever be reluctant to ask me things. There is nothing, I mean nothing that you could say or ask that will offend me or affect our friendship. Truth is it sounds kind of exciting to me but I'll have to discuss and clear it with Tom first."

The two women smiled and embraced each other, " now let's inform the gentlemen outside who have probably consumed much too much beer that we intend for them to take us out to eat tonight."

The evening went great. The guys had apparently not consumed nearly as much beer as they had originally thought. Tom had become briefly lost for which he was teased by both ladies but they had arrived at the restaurant a little after 6 and after a wonderful meal had returned to the cabin by 8. Tom complained about his tiredness and stretched out on the couch while Deb stated that she was going to get a shower.

"C'mon John," Barbara said, " let me give you the ten cent tour."

With that she grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of the chair. They were still holding hands when they exited the cabin and struck out toward the towering trees a few hundred feet from the cabin. The gigantic woods was laced with very nice walking trails. Here and there were little alcoves that the state forestry department had cut into the woods where there were located a refuse barrel and a single small picnic table. Barbara knew the trails like the back of her hand since she and Tom had been coming here for 19 years though not on a continuous basis. As they walked, John let loose of her left hand and placed his arm around her waist. They looked at each other and smiled though not a word was spoken. Soon, John dropped his hand down and cupped her ass. They stopped and turned to each other.

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