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

It is a legal assistant in my law billet, Stacey, who enjoys doing that. My ally and law collaborator, trick, showed me a digital transcription of Stacey peeing in social movement of him. At the end of my other story, I hinted that I approached my wife with my new fascination with cleaning lady who pee and spray in stead as a sexual liberation. This is toil Day Monday as I write this. matter culminated this finale Saturday night to the head 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 tie couples, our sex life has its ups-and-downs. Generally good, I would not classify our sex as kinky or too nutcase, but Heather does let me fiddle with her business firm round ass whenever I want.

After watching Stacey's picture and seeing how naughty and aphrodisiacal she was just from peeing, I began to fantasise about Scots heather doing something alike. About a calendar week after watching the video, I sent a text to Heather while I drove to work on a Monday aurora. 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 button rubbed ?"

I had a few s cerebration after sending it thinking it might not follow across very well. Five mo passed without any reply and then my phone rang. It was heather calling. I answered with as insouciant a"hello"as I could muster after texting my wife of xiv 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 go along 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 button rubbed."

"Where is this coming from ?"Heather asked.

"null. 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."

"okeh,"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,"Calluna vulgaris said.

We ended our conversation and I felt like I had at to the lowest degree planted a cum. I found out over the next few daylight that my semen took a deep hold.

The following day when I came home from work when Heather was out shopping. I logged into our home reckoner and soon discovered that the net browser history included some public pee website. Intrigued, I realized heather must have looked at these website earlier in the day. I looked at her internet site ; they showed women peeing in world places and peeing through their panties and even drawers. The pictures turned me on.

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

"You caught me, I see,"broom 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 odd and did some lookup. The website were dissimilar than I thought."

"Do you like it ?"

"These, I do. I saw some where guys just peed on char, which seemed gross. But, the land site of the girls peeing and touching themselves seems. .. a little sexy and naughty."

I felt my cock get hard as I heard my married woman say this.

"Do you want to present this a try ?"I asked.

"I think so but I want to suppose about it a little more. This is all so different I want to cook surely I know what I like."

I smiled and nodded, wondering what was in stock.

A few days later, I got a text from Calluna vulgaris in the afternoon on a Thursday."Come household when you can and let me know when you're about ten hour 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 calm down. I made my way to the back of the house and saw brightness on in our superior chamber. When I entered, Heather was standing in front end of the bed. We have a nice polished cement story in the sleeping accommodation and we use area carpet to change the look and feel from time-to-time. The rugs were gone and Scots heather stood wearing high blackguard, E. B. White cotton fiber scanty and looking glass. Nothing else.

Her pegleg were spread slightly and her manus was rubbing her puss over her panties. Her sassing was unfold slightly and she just looked at me without saying a word.

My cock immediately became hard.

The nipples on her full titty were large and erect. Then Calluna vulgaris started to pee. A dark stain erupted across her pantie and a stream of peeing began to run through her scanty and splattered on the cement level.

My stopcock began to throb.

Heather rubbed herself faster now and moaned a slight. She put her hand down inside her step-in and continued to press against her clit as the current of hot urine gathered in force and poured from her body. My legs palpate sapless, I was so turned on.

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

I stumbled towards my wife desperate to get laid her. I had no estimate she could be such a naughty girl.

Heather took her hand from her panty. I put my hand across her wet crotch and rubbed the piss across her slit. 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.

"Yes."

"Get on your knees."

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

"Put your ass up for me and get your tits down into that nasty pool you made,"I hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

I put my hands down around her dead body and reached wildly for her tits. ling lifted her thorax slightly so I could grasp her teat as I fucked her. I could experience the puddle of weewee against my brass knucks, it was cool to the tinge now, as my digit pinched and pulled on her nipples. heather mixture's bosom bounced in round to the hammering I gave her. Her tits were slip with her own pissing and I milked her nipples, squeezing and rubbing the pee from them as I fucked her.

"Are you a juicy urine 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 pool while I fuck my juicy girl."

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

Seeing that was too much for me. I shot a huge cargo up her pussy as I stared at my wife wiggling in a consortium of pissing, trying to get as a great deal of the liquid on her titty 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 oral fissure to her crotch and licked over the front of her wet pantie. The sharp-worded 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 severe little bud. In no time she was panting and gasping as I sucked her button. Heather orgasmed a few proceedings later, yelling as my tongue continued to work her strong clitoris. We feel asleep in a heap.

The next break of day, we woke around six in the good morning. I had a lawcourt appearance at nine so I had to get moving. Calluna vulgaris rolled over and smiled at me.

"I have a unavowed to assure you,"she said.

I smiled back.

"What is it ?"

"Well, last Night wasn't the beginning time I've peed during sex."Heather looked at me closely. I could separate she was judging my response. At that point, I was so plough on I was dying to get word her story.

I smiled again.

"Tell me,"I said.

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

"I was in college at a beach party and I had too much to wassail. 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 Baroness Dudevant dune just away from the party."

I started to hound my finger across her warm and exposed back as I listened.

"So, we both went very drunk and found a dapple and dropped our shorts and squatted down. We both went in the shrub laughing. We gushed forever. The young woman who was with me, I think her name was Karen -- isn't it awful how fast we forget mass's names ? Anyway, Karenic, 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 political party watching us and laughing. One had a camera.

We pulled our pant 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 photographic camera said something like, ‘ I heard you don't have any paper. If you need to get cleaned up, we could work out you."

My helping hand stopped moving across heather's back as I let those intelligence sink in. Calluna vulgaris sighed deeply and pressed closer to me, her warm hint falling on my chest as she spoke.

I swallowed tough 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 cream us plumb'? and both guy cable nodded. I won't lie, I felt myself get wet at that point."

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

My backtalk felt dry.

"Did they eat you ?"

Heather was breathing heavier now.

"Yes,"she whispered."I haven't thought about this for a very long prison term but they came up to us and the next thing I know I was lying on the sand with my pegleg subject and the former 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 Calluna vulgaris's back and gave her bare ass a little spanking.

"You are bad. You made him eat your urine soaked snatch in the sand."The words were hard to get out ; my throat was dry and the speech felt thick.

"Did you let him have it off you, too ?"I asked.

I slapped Heather's ass again, harder this time, as I felt my cock begin to arrive at full hardness.

Heather reached down and took grasp of my rod in her hand and began to stroke it, sliding it under her hired hand until she reached one hand down and began to run with my clod, too.

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

I was so severe by now that my cock was burning."Turn over,"I ordered."Get your ass up for me."My dick 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 stifle and thrust her butt up.

I smacked her ass again, harder than before, and I saw a red spot flesh where my skin made tangency. Heather moaned. I slapped her other mark even harder and a longer groan escaped her mouth.

I stood over her and slide my hard rod back into her wet cunt. I grabbed her pelvis and began thrusting deep into her, milking my slam and pumping as hard into her slit as I could. I raised a helping hand and brought it down hard on her ass check, which brought out a prolonged groan from Heather, who met my knife thrust with her own animalistic jerk at my cock.

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

"You are a bad girlfriend,"I said."Very bad girls are taken care of, but I have to depart now to get to court."I suddenly pulled away from her, my pecker still raging hard.

"No,"Heather said."I want you to have sex me."

"I will but I can't now."

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

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

I also let it slip with John grounder, my mentor and a conclusion booster, that we had"expanded our sex lives"after he gave me the digital recording about his"punishment"of Stacey. King John smiled and immediately set a dinner party date for the four of us on the Sabbatum Nox for the Labor Day weekend. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said"no curious 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 storm when I told Heather about the dinner party program and she seemed charge up. I know Heather likes St. John, but she finds some of his riding habit annoying, like bringing a dissimilar woman out to assemble us each clock time.

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

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

"He's fucking the helper now, is he ?"heather asked.

"I guess they are spending some time together. They don't advertise at work so I don't really make out,"I said, which was the truth. However, I did not evidence broom about John making Stacey pee for him, or for her obvious fetish for peeing in naughty places, or how all of that made me precede this to my wife. I just decided to remain quiet and let things construct as the would. Besides, Heather was obviously learning to wish 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 nighttime, I could tell Heather was in a sexy and fun mood. She wore a shorter skirt than common, showing off a proficient portion of her sexy thighs. She also had a few glasses of wine-coloured before dinner party while she dressed and put on her constitution. The best part was when she showed me her white enlace panty that she was planning on wearing.

At this breaker point, her expression was a lilliputian flushed from the vino and she smiled wickedly as she slide them up her legs and over her pussy.

"I wore these live on 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 shoulder, across the diffuse blouse that she wore, and then slapped her ass playfully.

"You're becoming a gamey pee babe, aren't you ?"I asked.

She smiled and made a little groan before we kissed.

Tonight was going to be fun.

dinner was also fun. Stacey looked stunning in a suddenly skirt and blouse. I couldn't tell if Stacey and John Lackland 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 apoplexy of a deal or a looking that they had hot chemistry.

We had some boozing before dinner party and Thomas More during. Gospel According to John and I actually didn't drink as a lot since we were going to drive but the fille got to work and made up the difference. heather and Stacey, especially after the beverage loosened them up, seemed to get along and they chatted and laughed like old friends.

It was getting late as the dinner wound down. I knew Calluna vulgaris would be in for some sex at home so I was interested in moving. John was looking at his lookout man, too, when Stacey stood and said she needed to inspect the ladies room. Stacey asked Heather if she needed to go, too, and Heather stood and they headed off together.

In the interim, John and I got the broadsheet and paid up. The girls were gone a while, something like fifteen hour, before I saw them heading back. As they came back, I saw Stacey catch and talk to the maitre d'for a moment, pointing at the bath with a rear look on her cheek. Heather was first back at our table and she sat next to me. Her aspect was very flushed, more so than just from the wine-coloured, and she was breathing a slight heavily. I leaned in to ask her if she was fine but she cut me off with a smile.

Stacey came over and we all rose and said our bye and left.

Once in the car, heather mixture was quiet for a few minutes. I finally asked her if she was okay.

"Yes,"she said, but she took a trench intimation and was still acting funny.

"Are you really drunk or getting vomit up ?"I asked.

"No, I'm really aroused,"she said.

I didn't see that one coming. I glanced at her and looked closely. I could see the same outpouring on her face, Thomas More than just the wine, it was her flush of sex across her cheek, and I saw that her tit were raise and pressing against her blouse. This was going to be a fun night.

"What got you going ?"I asked.

"Oh my God,"broom said."The bathroom."

"What ? Just now ?"

"Yes."Calluna vulgaris's voice was low and she was breathing harder.

"What happened ?"

"Stacey and I peed on the floor."

I wasn't certainly if I heard her correctly or not.

"You both peed on the base in the privy ? Just now ? Together ?"

Heather just nodded, staring heterosexual person ahead and breathing deeply.

My cock gave a saltation and I had to grip the guidance wheel tight.

I wasn't surely if I believed her or not. But, my voice felt tight as I asked,"What happened ?"

"We went in there and I had to pee really bad. I had been thinking about going into the bathroom earlier, by myself, and touching myself through my panties while I peed. That gets me turned on and I know how much you like to discover about that."

I swallowed hard.

"Stacey surprised me because when we got into the bathroom, before the doorway even shut, she just asked me if I had ever peed through my panties before. I wasn't sure what she meant, like maybe and fortuity, and so I laughed and said ‘ chance event do happen'or something like that."

I looked over at heather mixture, whose mouthpiece was open a little as she stared ahead, deep in her memory.

"Stacy then gave me a grinning and said she wanted to show me something. She took my hand and pulled me into a stall before I could even say anything. She shut the door behind me, locked it, and then sat on the bathroom. Not on the bowl, she put down the lid, but she stood on the bowling ball and actually sat on the back of the toilet up high and spread her legs."

"She did not,"I said, still not sure if Heather was making this up or not just to get me hot. Even if this wasn't the truth, her story was working ; I was very strong and desperate to pick up more.

"It happened so flying I didn't have time to think. She spread her legs so I could see her pantie and she reached down and started to rub her kitty-cat. She pushed her metrical unit against the face of the bowl and pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing herself. And then she started peeing."

heather's voice was very low as she finished that last time. Her respiration now shallow and fast.

"What did you do ?"

"I just watched."

"What happened ?"

"She peed everywhere. A huge pool ran onto the bowlful between her foot and then spilled onto the floor."

"What were you doing ?"

"I just stared at her."

It was obvious trick had told Stacey that we were doing this after I watched the digital recording. Why else would a woman who barely knew my wife do something like this in front of her ?

My turncock was throbbing thinking about Stacey spraying her panties in the restroom of the restaurant we were just visiting. And, to think my wife watched it only a few animal foot away. My head was almost spinning.

"Did you like it ?"I asked, having fuss getting the parole out.

"It happened so fast I was just so appalled,"heather mixture said.

"What happened following ? You guys were in there a while."

"Stacey finished and hopped down and told me to founder it a try."

"You didn't."

"I did."

"You pissed on the floor in that restroom ? Just now ?"

"Yes."Heather said quietly.

Jesus."Tell me,"I hissed.

"I didn't sit on the toilet like Stacey, I just walked over the arena and straddled it and then peed."

"Slow down. Tell me to a greater extent detail. Did you piss through your scanty ?"

Heather swallowed hard."Yes."

"Did you touch yourself while you did it ?"

"Yes. I rubbed my button and then peed."

"Through those white pantie ?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God, you're turning me on so very much,"I said.

We were only about five minutes from dwelling house at this point and my psyche was spinning. I was desperate to get my wife into the house and bed her hard. I had no musical theme she could be this naughty in front of someone else, a stranger, really.

"Tell me more,"I begged.

"I finished peeing and turned around and saw Stacey watching me. She was rubbing her pussy through her panties. That shocked me some. I just looked at her and then she smiled and said ‘ that was hot'or something like that. I then felt a little embarrassed thinking about the peck we made and that I just did that in front end of her. I guess I was more drunk than I realized."

"Did you like pissing in strawman of her like that ?"I asked.

"Yes,"Heather whispered.

"Did you get turned on ?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet now ?"I asked.

"Yes."

"skin senses your clit and rub yourself,"I ordered.

Calluna vulgaris's handwriting went between her wooden leg and she started to rub.

"Are your step-in still wet ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"Heather answered.

"Why don't you know ?"I asked.

"Because I'm wearing Stacey's panties,"Heather whispered, as she increased her rubbing.

I swallowed difficult and let the words sink into my spinning brain.

"You're wearing her panties ?"I asked.

"Uh, huh."

"Where are yours ?"

"She's wearing them."

"You exchanged your panties before you left ?"I asked.

broom just nodded.

"How the nether region did that happen ?"My voice was pleading, desperate to get word more.

"When I turned and saw her touching herself I felt myself get wet. I mean really wet. It felt so naughty to be there with her and I suddenly realized she was turned on. Knowing she was aroused by what we just did just turned me on something fierce. We stood there for a few minutes just looking at each early rubbing our own clitoris. I told her I thought her panties looked very aphrodisiacal and she told me mine were hot. Then she said we needed to get back but she wanted a token of the evening. I wasn't sure what she meant at starting time and then I realized she wanted my scanty. That seemed like the perfect way to end it so I pulled mine off and she pulled hers off. She told me to dry off so we would really feel the step-in once on so we took some toilette paper and wiped ourselves and then exchanged panties."

"Jesus, I want to fuck you so bad,"I said."You put on her panties then ?"

"Yes."

"Wow. How did it feel ?"

"Naughty. They were still damp a slight from her pee and as I walked I could find her dampness rubbing against me. It turned me on as I walked back to our table to you."

"What do they bet like ?"

"You'll see them in a second,"Heather said."But they're a little cute flip-flop, something I would never wear."

It was a struggle to get out of the car, my cock was so hard. Getting into the firm was a blur. I was slapping broom's ass and pulling off her clothes as we headed through the kitchen towards the master bedroom.

"Wait,"Heather said, as we were standing in the kitchen. By this point, she was only wearing a bra, the G-string and her heels."I have to pee,"she said.

Heather turned to face me and spread her pegleg a lilliputian. Her manus went down to Stacey's flip-flop and she started to rub her clit through the fabric.

"You're going to piss right here in the kitchen ?"I hissed, rubbing my operose cock.

Scots heather said nothing and then a stream of pee erupted from her puss, rushed through the thong and gushed down between her ramification. Heather moaned and began rubbing faster as her water splashed on the kitchen tile and began to spring a puddle. Heather looked at me with pure lust on her nerve. She finished peeing and immediately sat down in her puddle, right in the centre of her kitchen floor.

"screwing me,"she begged, laying back on the tile with her ass in the midsection of her pool. Calluna vulgaris pulled her legs back and I could see Stacey's flip-flop wickedness with the micturate discolouration from both Stacey and the fresh water from my wife.

My articulatio genus felt faint as I kneeled down between my wife's ramification and ran my tongue over the soaked framework of the thong. Heather moaned as I pushed my oral fissure across her wet snatch and rubbed her clit, tasting the sharp flavor of my wife's impertinent pee and the oddment of Stacey's former grime. The combination was intoxicating from the pee of the two women along with Heather's fresh pussy juice.

I pulled Stacey's thong off my wife, who still kept her ass in her own pool, and I roughly pushed my peter into her pussy, still slick on the exterior with fresh weewee. ling grunted as I thrust in and I began to tug my cock into her slit, hearing her pool of piss slosh some as I rhythmically fucked her, slapping her ass against the floor and her puddle.

I reached up and yanked her bra off of then took her bouncing tits in my back talk, sucking one and then the other as I continued to force into my juicy wife. Heather just kept her heart shut and kept up a changeless stream of moan and grunts as I pounded her.

After a few minutes I pulled out and ordered her onto her knee joint. Like before, and this meter without saying anything, she put her tits into her pool and put her ass up for me.

I slapped her butt, slick with the wee-wee she just left.

"I haven't played with your ass in a while,"I said."Are you going to be a skilful girl and let me stretch your fundament ?"

In response, heather just moaned and wiggled her ass.

"Do your nipple feel good in your pool of weewee ?"I asked her.

"Yes,"Heather said as she wiggled her bureau in the now cold pee.

I slapped her ass again and then spread her face with my hands. I put my face to the crack of her ass and licked her brown hollow with a spry pic, tasting the oddment of her pee in her crack. Calluna vulgaris moaned as my tongue then pushed into her asshole a little, getting her ready for my digit and cock.

I rose quickly and left the kitchen for a few present moment and returned with lube. I greased up my fingers and slide my index finger across her asshole, just pressing against her anus a little.

"Rub your clit while I get your ass ready,"I ordered.

Heather obeyed and reached between her legs.

I slide my index fingerbreadth into her nasty asshole up to the second knuckle. Heather relaxed almost instantly and I felt her sphincter soften around my finger. I began to finger be intimate her SOB as Heather rubbed herself. I could smack the puddle of water she still lay in along with her sex juice. It was still all very intoxicating and made me want to fuck her like an animal.

I slide another finger into her mother fucker and then another, taking my time and feeling her relax and adjust to each new digit. I slapped her ass again and then put a fourth finger into her ass. I started to finger fuck her ass with the four digit, keeping them all pushed together tightly. She was taking me up to the second knuckle, grunting and pushing her ass back at me.

"You're going to get DP'd,"I hissed.

safekeeping my fingers in her ass, I brought my rooster to her twat and pushed my rock intemperate hawkshaw into her pussy. heather mixture gasped as I adjusted the angle of my hand so that I could keep the fingers up her ass while my prick slide into her pussy up to my Ball. As my cock entered, I could feel my fingerbreadth stroking my own hard rod with just a thinly membrane separating her two slickness passages.

I began to rhythmically fuck her fix. First my putz in rich and hard and as my dick came out I'd thrust my finger up her wide cocksucker. Her wet holes soon began to crap slurping strait as I milked her body for both of our pleasure.

After a minute or two I pulled my fingers out of her ass suddenly so that I made her mother fucker gape indecently. At that moment, I could not trust I had my wife on her knee on our kitchen flooring in her own puddle of urine while she wiggled her gaping bastard at me.

I slapped her ass hard, making a red gull on her rigorous skin.

"Again,"Heather hissed.

I did it again on the other cheek, making her ass joggle under the acute sting.

I put more lube on my hired man and pulled my cock out of her slit.

"I want to see how much you can pack up your ass tonight,"I said."If it hurts, say ‘ red'and I'll stop."

"Okay,"Heather said. Her interpreter was quiet.

I pushed my four finger back into her tight back entrance and worked them up to the second knuckle again. Scots heather stopped rubbing her clit and just remained motionless on her knees, taking my hand into her ass. Keeping my fingers together as tightly as potential, I pulled them out a piffling to make way for my ovolo, and then I gently began to tug all of my finger's breadth back inside my awful wife's butt.

Scots heather grunted as all of the fingers went in to the irregular knuckle. I paused for a second, my caput spinning with sensual lust. I pushed my hand deeper into her ass and she whispered ‘ red'so I pulled back some.

I took my peter and slide it back into her pussy. Turning my hand so that my wrist faced upwards towards me allowed me to retain fucking her bitch with my cock while my finger sodomized her now loose and gaping arsehole.

I pulled my hired hand out of her ass and marveled at how wide her asshole was, how nasty it looked and hot my wife made me feel.

I pulled my cock out of her snatch and drove it into her ass. Heather was so at large and wet in her butt that she took my cock without any problem. Heather began to heave and moan as I started driving my rod deep up her asshole, banging her butt as I heard her knocker smack against the weewee still puddled under her chest.

I reached around and grabbed at her bouncing breast, feeling her heavy nipples slick with piss as they jiggled through the pool in metre with my hip thrusts.

The coming happened so intensely that I just had time to pull out of her ass to burgeon forth three or four Brobdingnagian load across ling's back and shoulders.

I helped heather to her fundament and took her to the sleeping room. I got a towel and bedcover it over the bed. I put broom on the towel and put my facial expression between her legs. She eagerly pulled her legs back for me, exposing her slick magazine cunt. Her tiny bandage of pubic tomentum was still wet from her piss and snatch juice. I ran my tongue over her scratch and then started working on her engorged button. I flicked the tip of my spit over her bud, milking her, and then I sucked on her clit, pulling the blood into it even more and making it rise up.

heather mixture just moaned and put her manus on the back of my pass. I stayed on her clitoris for a few minutes, flicking and driving her nub with my tongue until she was panting. I could finger her orgasm build as the tensity in her thigh muscles grew around my head until she exploded in my mouth, gasping and begging as the climax racked her body.

We feel asleep quickly that Saturday night. The next break of the day I washed the kitchen floor clean.

As I write these words on the following Monday, I am still in shock what has happened. My wife has become a very risque girl who likes to pee in world and wet her panties.

I'm just wondering if she'll return the thong back to Stacey and get her own pantie back. I know I'm going to intimate that we meet for dinner party again soon with whoremaster and Stacey and tell Heather to wear Stacey's thong and severalise lav to pass on a similar content to Stacey. I know John will go for it. If that happens, and if the girls do anything sexy or naughty, I'll get that down on composition when I can .