Sarah is my wife of 12 years and mother of our two sons aged 9 and 6.
She is a slim and attractive and has long ginger hair, she would say she
is a red head but I am sure you get the picture.
We met at university, love at first sight, well more lust at first sight
if I am honest. We have had 13 years of marriage, mostly happy though
Sarah did have an affair 4 years ago, which I am still struggling to
forgive her for, but that's another story. Though that break down in
trust has I suppose led me to feel little remorse in writing about her.
Whilst my career peaked some 10 years ago, its steady and that's all I
want, Sarah is a high flying career woman and is a technical director of
a software house, a male dominated environment (and hence the affair)
Since I have known Sarah she has always had bladder issues, from leaving
it to late and getting caught short, to dribbling slightly over time
and having to change. Don't get me wrong she isn't what you would
consider incontinent, she does not wear diapers or anything, however
over the years there have been more than a handful of incidents.
Occurrences aren't daily, or even weekly however thinking back and
obviously these are only the ones I have witnessed (she would never
admit to any) I would say that:
Having to change underwear but not visibly wet = 20 timers per year
Visibly wet = 6 or 7 times a year
Uncontrollable wetting = 2 times a year
Sarah's accidents are not something to be discussed, they are never even
mentioned, she is adamant she does not have a problem, it is a taboo
subject in our house. If I told her I enjoyed them she would think I was
some kind of weird crack pot.
So that's the background, here are two examples of her accidents:
Sunning Herself in the Garden
It was August last year (2015), I was having a kick around in the back
garden with the boys, Sarah was in a white bikini reading a novel (50
shades of grey I think) sunning herself.
Suddenly she put her book down and headed for the patio doors. She was
just about to step inside when she froze, she groaned “Oh shit” and a
second or so later began to pee on the floor. Her feet were apart and
her yellow urine just cascaded through her bikini splashing on the
flags.
“Mummies weeng her pants” announced my youngest and my jaw dropped as all three of us just stood and watched.
Sarah was powerless to stop the flow and clearly did not want to wet the carpet by running inside, it was an incredible sight.
Home from Work
This incident happened just after the new year, I had the day off to
look after the children (being on less money) as they had yet to go back
to school after the Christmas break.
I was cooking the evening meal when I heard Sarah come in, she usually
comes straight into the kitchen and says hello but this time I heard her
run straight up the stairs.
Ten minutes had passed and I still had not heard from here so I went
upstairs to see where she was and what she was doing. I went into our
bedroom , Sarah was in the en-suite, the door was ajar, just enough to
see in.
She was wearing a white blouse but was naked from the waist down. I
could see her skirt and underwear in a pile by the toilet. She grabbed
the towel and began to dry her legs, inner thighs and her spare almost
orange pubic area. Clearly she had not made it to the toilet in time.
I would have loved to have gone in, asked her for details and then
examined her wet clothes, but I didn't I just went back downstairs and
made the evening meal.
I hope you enjoyed the 2 wet episodes and a little background. If you
would like more details or further wet examples I am more than happy to
provide them.
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