I tell my wife about my fascination with women peeing

Several months ago, I posted the story of how I first became exposed to women who hold their urine on purpose for sexual gratification and who like to pee in naughty places as a way of a sexual release. Prior to this year, I had no idea some women liked this and, more importantly, I had no idea this turned me on so much.

It is a paralegal in my law office, Stacey, who enjoys doing that. My friend and law partner, John, showed me a digital recording of Stacey peeing in front of him. At the end of my other story, I hinted that I approached my wife with my new fascination with women who pee and spray in places as a sexual release. This is Labor Day Monday as I write this. Things culminated this last Saturday night to the point I had to get everything down on paper again.

Heather works as a deputy district attorney in a nearby county. We met in law school over sixteen years ago and have been married fourteen years. Like most married couples, our sex life has its ups-and-downs. Generally good, I would not classify our sex as kinky or too crazy, but Heather does let me play with her firm round ass whenever I want.

After watching Stacey’s video and seeing how naughty and sexy she was just from peeing, I began to fantasize about Heather doing something similar. About a week after watching the video, I sent a text to Heather while I drove to work on a Monday morning. I decided that if she found it too weird or strange, I would just play off my text as being silly. I texted the following to her.

“Have you ever thought about peeing while you had your clit rubbed?”

I had a few second thoughts after sending it thinking it might not come across very well. Five minutes passed without any response and then my phone rang. It was Heather calling. I answered with as casual a “hello” as I could muster after texting my wife of fourteen years about peeing.

She paused for a second and then asked, “What’s with the peeing?” Her voice did not sound mad but I could tell from her tone that she was confused.

I chuckled in an effort to keep the conversation light.

“Well,” I said, “I didn’t text you about peeing per se, but if you think you could pee while getting your clit rubbed.”

“Where is this coming from?” Heather asked.

“Nothing. I just had a crazy sex dream last night and you were getting your clit licked and you peed while doing it. You really liked it in my dream and I woke up really aroused. That’s all.”

“Okay,” she said. That seemed to satisfy her. “I don’t know if I’d like it or not. I’ll have to think about it, I guess,” Heather said.

We ended our conversation and I felt like I had at least planted a seed. I found out over the next few days that my seed took a deep hold.

The next day when I came home from work when Heather was out shopping. I logged into our home computer and soon discovered that the Internet browser history included some public pee sites. Intrigued, I realized Heather must have looked at these sites earlier in the day. I looked at her sites; they showed women peeing in public places and peeing through their panties and even pants. The pictures turned me on.

When Heather got home, I left one of the sites up, which focused on girls peeing through their panties and pants while masturbating themselves. She wondered over the computer and saw the screen.

“You caught me, I see,” Heather said with a wicked grin on her face.

I was smiling, too. “What made you look at stuff like this?” I asked.

“Your comment the other day made me think about it. I then got more curious and did some searches. The sites were different than I thought.”

“Do you like it?”

“These, I do. I saw some where guys just peed on women, which seemed gross. But, the sites of the girls peeing and touching themselves seems . . . a little sexy and naughty.”

I felt my cock get hard as I heard my wife say this.

“Do you want to give this a try?” I asked.

“I think so but I want to think about it a little more. This is all so different I want to make sure I know what I like.”

I smiled and nodded, wondering what was in store.

A few days later, I got a text from Heather in the afternoon on a Thursday. “Come home when you can and let me know when you’re about ten minutes from home.”

I left as soon as I could. I texted her as requested about ten minutes away. When I got home, it was dark and quiet. I made my way to the back of the house and saw lights on in our master bedroom. When I entered, Heather was standing in front of the bed. We have a nice polished cement floor in the bedroom and we use area rugs to change the look and feel from time-to-time. The rugs were gone and Heather stood wearing high heels, white cotton panties and glasses. Nothing else.

Her legs were spread slightly and her hand was rubbing her pussy over her panties. Her mouth was open slightly and she just looked at me without saying a word.

My cock immediately became hard.

The nipples on her full breasts were large and erect. Then Heather started to pee. A dark stain erupted across her panties and a stream of piss began to run through her panties and splattered on the cement floor.

My cock began to throb.

Heather rubbed herself faster now and moaned a little. She put her hand down inside her panties and continued to press against her clit as the stream of hot urine gathered in force and poured from her body. My legs felt weak, I was so turned on.

The piss stream slowly sputtered to a trickle and then ended. A huge puddle of piss sat under her body.

I stumbled towards my wife desperate to fuck her. I had no idea she could be such a naughty girl.

Heather took her hand from her panties. I put my hand across her wet crotch and rubbed the piss across her pussy. She moaned and pressed her hips against my hand.

“Do you like being naughty like that?” I asked her, my voice low and filled with desire.


“Get on your knees.”

She obeyed and as she lowered herself I turned her so she knelt before her piss puddle.

“Put your ass up for me and get your tits down into that nasty puddle you made,” I hissed.

Heather moaned and lowered her chest down into her pee. She thrust her ass up towards me.

Her white panties were stained from her piss up her ass crack and partially across both cheeks. My mouth watered. I ran my hand over her wet butt and slapped her ass.

“Get your tits covered in that piss,” I ordered her.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing cock out. I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her full pussy lips that were still glistening from her own pee. I straddled her and thrust into her, putting my cock deep into her hot cunt.

Heather grunted as I began to thrust, her chest still down into her puddle.

I put my hands down around her body and reached wildly for her tits. Heather lifted her chest slightly so I could grasp her tits as I fucked her. I could feel the puddle of piss against my knuckles, it was cool to the touch now, as my fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples. Heather’s tits bounced in rhythm to the pounding I gave her. Her tits were slick with her own piss and I milked her nipples, squeezing and rubbing the pee from them as I fucked her.

“Are you a naughty piss slut?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Do you like to get fucked while you rub your tits in your own puddle?”

“God, yes,” she groaned.

“Good. Get your tits back down in that puddle while I fuck my naughty girl.”

I pushed her down again and she lowered herself even more into her piss. This time, she rubbed her tits in her piss, pushing the liquid around while I slammed her cunt.

Seeing that was too much for me. I shot a huge load up her pussy as I stared at my wife wiggling in a pool of piss, trying to get as much of the liquid on her breasts as possible.

I stood. “On the bed,” I told her.

Heather rose slowly and I put a towel down on the bed. She lay on it on her back and pulled her legs back. I put my mouth to her crotch and licked over the front of her wet panties. The sharp taste of her pee combined with her sex juice was intoxicating. I began to eat her pussy, working her clit and making her moan as my tongue flicked her hard little bud. In no time she was panting and gasping as I sucked her clit. Heather orgasmed a few minutes later, yelling as my tongue continued to work her hard button. We feel asleep in a heap.

The next morning, we woke around six in the morning. I had a court appearance at nine so I had to get moving. Heather rolled over and smiled at me.

“I have a secret to tell you,” she said.

I smiled back.

“What is it?”

“Well, last night wasn’t the first time I’ve peed during sex.” Heather looked at me closely. I could tell she was judging my reaction. At that point, I was so turned on I was dying to hear her story.

I smiled again.

“Tell me,” I said.

Heather stretched for a second and then rolled closer to me. I could feel the heat pulsing from her body as she pressed in against me.

“I was in college at a beach party and I had too much to drink. Cheap beer and I had to pee so bad but we were too far from the public restrooms. So, a girlfriend and I decided to go behind some bushes behind a sand dune just away from the party.”

I started to trace my fingers across her warm and exposed back as I listened.

“So, we both went very drunk and found a spot and dropped our shorts and squatted down. We both went in the bushes laughing. We gushed forever. The girl who was with me, I think her name was Karen--isn’t it awful how fast we forget people’s names? Anyway, Karen, or whoever she was, said, ‘We don’t have any paper’ and that’s when we heard the click of a camera.

We turned and caught two guys from the party watching us and laughing. One had a camera.

We pulled our pants up and yelled at them but we weren’t really upset. I was so drunk I wasn’t even embarrassed to be caught peeing like that. So, we ended up all laughing.

The guy with the camera said something like, ‘I heard you don’t have any paper. If you need to get cleaned up, we could lick you.”

My hand stopped moving across Heather’s back as I let those words sink in. Heather sighed deeply and pressed closer to me, her warm breath falling on my chest as she spoke.

I swallowed hard before asking.

“What happened next?”

“I think we were both stunned that he said that too us. Even drunk, it was very forward and I felt awkward for a second but then Karen said, ‘You’re going to lick us clean’? and both guys nodded. I won’t lie, I felt myself get wet at that point.”

My cock started to get hard hearing my wife confess to me about something like this years before I even knew her.

My mouth felt dry.

“Did they eat you?”

Heather was breathing heavier now.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I haven’t thought about this for a very long time but they came up to us and the next thing I know I was lying on the sand with my legs open and the other guy had his mouth on me, eating me. It happened so fast. My head was spinning and I kept thinking over and over that I had just peed and I wondered what it tasted like.”

I slide my hand down Heather’s back and gave her bare ass a little spanking.

“You are bad. You made him eat your piss soaked pussy in the sand.” The words were hard to get out; my throat was dry and the words felt thick.

“Did you let him fuck you, too?” I asked.

I slapped Heather’s ass again, harder this time, as I felt my cock begin to reach full hardness.

Heather reached down and took hold of my rod in her hand and began to stroke it, sliding it under her hands until she reached one hand down and began to play with my balls, too.

“Yes,” she whispered. “They took turns fucking us both on the sand.”

I was so hard by now that my cock was burning. “Turn over,” I ordered. “Get your ass up for me.” My cock was raging at the thought of a younger Heather being taken like that. I climbed off the bed and stared hungrily at my wife, who got to her knees and thrust her butt up.

I smacked her ass again, harder than before, and I saw a red patch form where my skin made contact. Heather moaned. I slapped her other check even harder and a longer moan escaped her mouth.

I stood over her and slid my hard rod back into her wet cunt. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting deep into her, milking my shaft and pumping as hard into her slit as I could. I raised a hand and brought it down hard on her ass check, which brought out a prolonged groan from Heather, who met my thrusts with her own animalistic jerking at my cock.

I licked my right index finger and rubbed it over her asshole.

“You are a bad girl,” I said. “Very bad girls are taken care of, but I have to leave now to get to court.” I suddenly pulled away from her, my cock still raging hard.

“No,” Heather said. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I will but I can’t now.”

It took tremendous will power to leave her that morning, but I had to make the court appointment and I was already running late.

After that, we started to incorporate piss play into our sex lives. I encouraged Heather to play with herself when at work and let her bladder fill longer than she normally would. Heather readily agreed and reported that she liked it. She confessed that she was starting to touch her clit a little whenever she peed at work, something she found very naughty and arousing. Of course, these confessions only drove me crazier with lust.

I also let it slip with John Hopper, my mentor and a close friend, that we had “expanded our sex lives” after he gave me the digital recording about his “punishment” of Stacey. John smiled and immediately set a dinner date for the four of us on the Saturday night for the Labor Day weekend. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said “no funny business” because I did not want him to do something that would upset Heather. John just smiled and promised that nothing would happen.

I was a bit surprised when I told Heather about the dinner plans and she seemed excited. I know Heather likes John, but she finds some of his habits annoying, like bringing a different woman out to meet us each time.

“Who is it this time?” she asked me, frowning.

I told her he was going to bring Stacey, a paralegal at the office.

“He’s fucking the help now, is he?” Heather asked.

“I guess they are spending some time together. They don’t advertise at work so I don’t really know,” I said, which was the truth. However, I did not tell Heather about John making Stacey pee for him, or for her obvious fetish for peeing in naughty places, or how all of that made me introduce this to my wife. I just decided to stay quiet and let things build as the would. Besides, Heather was obviously learning to like this new naughty side of sex and I wanted her to find her own path without rushing things.

As we got ready for dinner that night, I could tell Heather was in a sexy and fun mood. She wore a shorter skirt than usual, showing off a good portion of her sexy thighs. She also had a few glasses of wine before dinner while she dressed and put on her makeup. The best part was when she showed me her white laced panties that she was planning on wearing.

At this point, her face was a little flushed from the wine and she smiled wickedly as she slide them up her legs and over her pussy.

“I wore these last week at work and I played with myself in the bathroom during lunch before I peed. I thought of you,” she said.

I came over and ran my hands over her shoulders, across the soft blouse that she wore, and then slapped her ass playfully.

“You’re becoming a naughty pee babe, aren’t you?” I asked.

She smiled and made a little moan before we kissed.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Dinner was also fun. Stacey looked stunning in a short skirt and blouse. I couldn’t tell if Stacey and John were just having sex or if they had something deeper between them. They seemed very comfortable with each other but not like they were in love. Still, you could tell by the occasional stroke of a hand or a look that they had hot chemistry.

We had some drinks before dinner and more during. John and I actually didn’t drink as much since we were going to drive but the girls got to work and made up the difference. Heather and Stacey, especially after the drinks loosened them up, seemed to get along and they chatted and laughed like old ...

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