Several calendar month ago, I posted the tale of how I first became exposed to women who hold their piddle on purpose for intimate 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 womanhood 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 cooperator, whoremonger, showed me a digital transcription of Stacey peeing in front of him. At the end of my other taradiddle, I hinted that I approached my wife with my new captivation with fair sex who pee and spray in billet as a sexual release. This is labor movement Day Monday as I write this. thing culminated this last Saturday Night to the point I had to get everything down on paper again.

Heather works as a lieutenant district lawyer in a nearby county. We met in law school over sixteen twelvemonth ago and have been married fourteen days. Like nearly espouse couples, our sex liveliness has its ups-and-downs. Generally good, I would not separate our sex as kinky or too crazy, but Scots heather does let me play with her firm round ass whenever I want.

After watching Stacey's picture and seeing how risque and sexy she was just from peeing, I began to fantasize about Calluna vulgaris doing something similar. About a week after watching the TV, I sent a text to Calluna vulgaris while I drove to work on a Monday morning. I decided that if she found it too weird or unusual, 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 clitoris rubbed ?"

I had a few sec thoughts after sending it thinking it might not come across very well. Five mo passed without any reception and then my speech sound rang. It was heather mixture calling. I answered with as fooling a"hi"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 campaign to preserve the conversation light.

"fountainhead,"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.

"nil. I just had a disturbed sex aspiration endure Night and you were getting your button licked and you peed while doing it. You really liked it in my ambition 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,"broom 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 trench hold.

The next day when I came home from work when heather mixture was out shopping. I logged into our home base computer and soon discovered that the Internet browser account included some public pee internet site. Intrigued, I realized Heather must have looked at these internet site earlier in the day. I looked at her land site ; they showed women peeing in public property and peeing through their pantie and even pants. The photo turned me on.

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

"You caught me, I see,"Scots heather said with a terrible smiling on her face.

I was smiling, too."What made you look at clobber like this ?"I asked.

"Your comment the early day made me think about it. I then got more curious and did some lookup. The web site were different than I thought."

"Do you like it ?"

"These, I do. I saw some where guy rope just peed on women, which seemed gross. But, the site of the girls peeing and touching themselves seems. .. a lilliputian 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 dissimilar 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 school text from Heather in the good afternoon on a Th."cum home base when you can and let me jazz when you're about ten mo from home."

I left as soon as I could. I texted her as requested about ten minutes away. When I got home, it was benighted and still. I made my way to the back of the house and saw lights on in our victor bedroom. When I entered, Heather was standing in movement of the bed. We have a Nice polished cementum floor in the bedroom and we use surface area rugs to alter the feeling and feel from time-to-time. The rugs were gone and Heather stood wearing high cad, white cotton panties and glasses. Nothing else.

Her leg were spread slightly and her hand was rubbing her kitty-cat over her panties. Her mouth was open slightly and she just looked at me without saying a Son.

My cock immediately became hard.

The tit on her broad breasts were heavy and set up. Then heather started to pee. A dark stain erupted across her step-in and a current of peeing began to run through her panties and splattered on the cementum floor.

My cock began to throb.

Heather rubbed herself faster now and moaned a niggling. She put her hand down inside her panties and continued to press against her button as the stream of hot piss gathered in military group and poured from her body. My legs felt infirm, I was so turned on.

The piss flow slowly sputtered to a trickle and then ended. A Brobdingnagian puddle of micturate sat under her body.

I stumbled towards my married woman desperate to do it her. I had no idea she could be such a risque girl.

heather mixture took her hand from her panty. I put my hand across her wet fork and rubbed the piss across her slit. She moaned and pressed her hip joint 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 micturate puddle.

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

Calluna vulgaris moaned and lowered her bureau down into her pee. She thrust her ass up towards me.

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

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

I unzipped my gasp and pulled my throbbing cock out. I pulled her pantie to the side, exposing her full puss lips that were still glistening from her own pee. I straddled her and thrust into her, putting my hammer 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 nipple. Scots heather lifted her chest of drawers slightly so I could dig her tits as I fucked her. I could finger the pool of piss against my knucks, it was cool to the touch now, as my fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples. heather's tits bounced in cycle to the pounding I gave her. Her breast were silky with her own piss and I milked her nipple, squeezing and rubbing the pee from them as I fucked her.

"Are you a naughty urine slattern ?"I asked her.

"Yes,"she moaned.

"Do you like to get fucked while you rub your titty in your own puddle ?"

"God, yes,"she groaned.

"Good. Get your tit back down in that pool while I fuck my naughty girl."

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

Seeing that was too much for me. I shot a vast warhead up her puss as I stared at my wife wiggling in a pool of piss, trying to get as much of the liquid state 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 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 glossa flicked her hard little bud. In no time she was panting and gasping as I sucked her clit. Scots heather orgasmed a few second later, yelling as my knife continued to work her hard button. We feel asleep in a heap.

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

"I have a clandestine to secern you,"she said.

I smiled back.

"What is it ?"

"Well, endure night wasn't the firstly time I've peed during sex."heather mixture looked at me closely. I could recount she was judging my reaction. At that decimal point, I was so turned on I was dying to try her story.

I smiled again.

"William Tell me,"I said.

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

"I was in college at a beach party and I had too a good deal to fuddle. Cheap beer and I had to pee so bad but we were too far from the populace restrooms. So, a girl and I decided to go behind some chaparral 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 drawers and squatted down. We both went in the bushes laughing. We gushed forever. The lady friend who was with me, I think her figure was Karen -- isn't it awful how fast we forget people's names ? Anyway, Karenic, or whoever she was, said, ‘ We don't have any report'and that's when we heard the suction stop 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 booze 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 report. If you need to get cleaned up, we could lap you."

My paw stopped moving across Heather's back as I let those language sink in. heather mixture sighed deeply and pressed closer to me, her strong breathing time falling on my pectus as she spoke.

I swallowed punishing before asking.

"What happened next ?"

"I think we were both stunned that he said that too us. Even rummy, it was very forward and I felt awkward for a indorse but then Karenic said, ‘ You're going to lick us clean'? and both hombre 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 old age before I even knew her.

My rima oris felt dry.

"Did they eat you ?"

Heather was breathing weighed down now.

"Yes,"she whispered."I haven't thought about this for a very long time but they came up to us and the future matter I know I was lying on the grit with my legs clear 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 helping hand down Heather's back and gave her bare ass a little spanking.

"You are bad. You made him eat your pee soaked pussy in the sand."The news were laborious 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 putz begin to pass full phase of the moon hardness.

Heather reached down and took hold of my rod in her mitt and began to stroke it, sliding it under her hands until she reached one hand down and began to play with my chunk, 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 putz was raging at the persuasion of a untried heather mixture 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, operose than before, and I saw a red patch conformation where my skin made physical contact. Heather moaned. I slapped her other mark off even harder and a longer moan escaped her mouth.

I stood over her and slid my concentrated rod back into her wet cunt. I grabbed her rose hip and began thrusting deep into her, milking my peter and pumping as hard into her slit as I could. I raised a bridge player and brought it down hard on her ass check mark, which brought out a prolong groan from broom, who met my thrusting with her own animalistic jerking at my cock.

I licked my correct indicant finger's breadth and rubbed it over her asshole.

"You are a bad girl,"I said."Very bad girlfriend are taken aid of, but I have to pass on now to get to court."I suddenly pulled away from her, my turncock still raging hard.

"No,"Scots heather said."I want you to get it on me."

"I will but I can't now."

It took tremendous will mogul to leave her that forenoon, but I had to form the court appointment and I was already running late.

After that, we started to integrate piss dramatic play into our sex lives. I encouraged Heather to wreak with herself when at oeuvre 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 touch her clit a little whenever she peed at employment, something she found very naughty and arousing. Of track, these confessions only ride me crazier with lust.

I also let it slip with John grasshopper, my mentor and a skinny friend, that we had"expanded our sex lives"after he gave me the digital recording about his"punishment"of Stacey. St. John the Apostle smiled and immediately set a dinner party date for the four of us on the Saturday night for the Labor Day weekend. I raised an supercilium and gave him a tone that said"no funny remark business"because I did not need him to do something that would upset Heather. John the Evangelist just smiled and promised that nothing would happen.

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

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

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

"He's fucking the assistance now, is he ?"broom asked.

"I guess they are spending some time together. They don't advertise at study so I don't really know,"I said, which was the trueness. However, I did not severalize Heather about John the Evangelist making Stacey pee for him, or for her obvious fetish for peeing in racy places, or how all of that made me introduce this to my wife. I just decided to stick quiet and let things establish as the would. Besides, Heather was obviously learning to like this new naughty side of sex and I wanted her to see her own path without rushing things.

As we got fix for dinner that night, I could severalize Calluna vulgaris was in a sexy and fun mood. She wore a shorter skirt than usual, showing off a good portion of her sexy second joint. 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 braid panties that she was planning on wearing.

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

"I wore these in conclusion week at work and I played with myself in the lavatory during tiffin before I peed. I thought of you,"she said.

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

"You're becoming a naughty pee sister, aren't you ?"I asked.

She smiled and made a piffling groan before we kissed.

Tonight was going to be fun.

dinner party was also fun. Stacey looked stunning in a short skirt and blouse. I couldn't William Tell if Stacey and John were just having sex or if they had something deeper between them. They seemed very prosperous 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 swallow before dinner and Sir Thomas More during. John and I actually didn't drink as a lot since we were going to push back 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 friends.

It was getting late as the dinner wound down. I knew Scots heather would be in for some sex at family so I was interested in moving. john was looking at his watch, too, when Stacey stood and said she needed to confab the noblewoman 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 government note and paid up. The girls were gone a spell, something like fifteen moment, before I saw them heading back. As they came back, I saw Stacey stop consonant and talking to the maitre d'for a moment, pointing at the bathroom with a stern look on her human face. heather mixture was first back at our table and she sat future to me. Her boldness was very flushed, more so than just from the wine, and she was breathing a footling 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 goodbyes and left.

Once in the car, Heather was subdued for a few minutes. I finally asked her if she was okay.

"Yes,"she said, but she took a deep breathing spell and was still acting funny.

"Are you really drunk or getting sick ?"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 Lapplander flush on her expression, more than just the wine, it was her efflorescence of sex across her nerve, and I saw that her nipples were erect and pressing against her blouse. This was going to be a fun night.

"What got you going ?"I asked.

"Oh my God,"Heather 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 bathroom ? Just now ? Together ?"

heather just nodded, staring straight ahead and breathing deeply.

My hammer gave a parachuting and I had to grip the direction bicycle tight.

I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. But, my phonation felt soaked 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 step-in while I peed. That gets me turned on and I know how much you like to hear about that."

I swallowed hard.

"Stacey surprised me because when we got into the bathroom, before the door 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 accident, and so I laughed and said ‘ accidents do materialise'or something like that."

I looked over at Heather, whose oral fissure was open a little as she stared ahead, deep in her memory.

"Stacy then gave me a smile and said she wanted to render me something. She took my helping 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 toilet. Not on the roll, she put down the lid, but she stood on the bowl and actually sat on the back of the toilette up gamy and spread her legs."

"She did not,"I said, still not sure if Calluna vulgaris was making this up or not just to get me hot. Even if this wasn't the accuracy, her narration was working ; I was very hard and desperate to hear more.

"It happened so fast I didn't have sentence to think. She spread her legs so I could see her panties and she reached down and started to rub her pussy. She pushed her groundwork against the sides of the bowl and pushed her hip joint forward, rubbing herself. And then she started peeing."

heather mixture's vocalization was very low as she finished that last time. Her breathing now shoal and fast.

"What did you do ?"

"I just watched."

"What happened ?"

"She peed everywhere. A Brobdingnagian puddle ran onto the sports stadium between her metrical foot and then spilled onto the floor."

"What were you doing ?"

"I just stared at her."

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

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

"Did you like it ?"I asked, having worry getting the words out.

"It happened so degenerate I was just so shocked,"Heather said.

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

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

"You didn't."

"I did."

"You pissed on the base in that comfort station ? Just now ?"

"Yes."broom said quietly.

Jesus."Tell me,"I hissed.

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

"Slow down. Tell me more details. Did you piss through your scanty ?"

Heather swallowed hard."Yes."

"Did you rival yourself while you did it ?"

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

"Through those egg white panties ?"

"Yes."

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

We were only about five minutes from house at this peak and my question was spinning. I was do-or-die to get my wife into the house and fuck her hard. I had no approximation she could be this naughty in front of someone else, a unknown, really.

"Tell me more,"I begged.

"I finished peeing and turned around and saw Stacey watching me. She was rubbing her pussycat through her pantie. 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 good deal we made and that I just did that in strawman of her. I guess I was more drunkard than I realized."

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

"Yes,"Heather whispered.

"Did you get turned on ?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet now ?"I asked.

"Yes."

"speck your clit and rub yourself,"I ordered.

Heather's hand went between her legs and she started to rub.

"Are your pantie still wet ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"Heather answered.

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

"Because I'm wearing Stacey's scanty,"Calluna vulgaris whispered, as she increased her rubbing.

I swallowed hard 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 scanty before you left ?"I asked.

Heather just nodded.

"How the hell on earth did that chance ?"My voice was pleading, desperate to try more.

"When I turned and saw her touching herself I felt myself get wet. I mean really wet. It felt so gamey 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 proceedings just looking at each early rubbing our own clits. I told her I thought her panties looked very aphrodisiac and she told me mine were hot. Then she said we needed to get back but she wanted a souvenir of the evening. I wasn't sure what she meant at start 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 scanty once on so we took some privy paper and wiped ourselves and then exchanged panties."

"Jesus of Nazareth, I want to make out you so bad,"I said."You put on her pantie then ?"

"Yes."

"Wow. How did it feel ?"

"Naughty. They were still damp a little from her pee and as I walked I could finger her moistness 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 thong, something I would never wear."

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

"time lag,"heather mixture said, as we were standing in the kitchen. By this pointedness, she was only wearing a bra, the flip-flop and her hound."I have to pee,"she said.

Heather turned to front me and spread her legs a little. Her hand went down to Stacey's lash and she started to rub her clitoris through the fabric.

"You're going to take a leak right here in the kitchen ?"I hissed, rubbing my hard cock.

Heather said zippo and then a stream of pee erupted from her cunt, rushed through the thong and gushed down between her ramification. broom moaned and began rubbing faster as her pee splashed on the kitchen tile and began to organize a puddle. Heather looked at me with pure lecherousness on her face. She finished peeing and immediately sat down in her puddle, right in the centre of her kitchen floor.

"Fuck me,"she begged, laying back on the roofing tile with her ass in the middle of her puddle. Heather pulled her stage back and I could see Stacey's thong darkness with the micturate stains from both Stacey and the refreshed pee from my wife.

My human knee felt weak as I kneeled down between my wife's legs and ran my glossa over the soaked cloth of the thong. ling moaned as I pushed my backtalk across her wet slit and rubbed her clit, tasting the needlelike flavor of my wife's saucy pee and the remnant of Stacey's old stain. The compounding was intoxicating from the pee of the two adult female along with Heather's fresh pussy juice.

I pulled Stacey's thong off my wife, who still kept her ass in her own puddle, and I roughly pushed my cock into her pussycat, still slick on the out-of-door with fresh water. heather grunted as I thrust in and I began to drive my cock into her bitch, hearing her puddle of peeing slosh some as I rhythmically fucked her, slapping her ass against the storey and her pool.

I reached up and yanked her bra off of then took her bouncing bosom in my mouthpiece, sucking one and then the other as I continued to repulse into my naughty wife. Heather just kept her eyes shut and kept up a invariant current of moan and grunts as I pounded her.

After a few minutes I pulled out and ordered her onto her knees. Like before, and this clock time without saying anything, she put her tits into her puddle and put her ass up for me.

I slapped her stooge, slick with the pissing she just left.

"I haven't played with your ass in a patch,"I said."Are you going to be a good fille and let me load your can ?"

In response, ling just moaned and wiggled her ass.

"Do your tits feel good in your puddle of water ?"I asked her.

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

I slapped her ass again and then spread her buttock with my handwriting. I put my brass to the crack of her ass and licked her brown hollow with a ready moving-picture show, tasting the remnants of her pee in her cranny. broom moaned as my natural language then pushed into her asshole a little, getting her ready for my fingers 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 number finger across her asshole, just pressing against her anus a little.

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

Calluna vulgaris obeyed and reached between her legs.

I slide my index finger into her squiffy asshole up to the second knuckle. ling relaxed almost instantly and I felt her sphincter soften around my fingerbreadth. I began to finger fuck her mother fucker as heather mixture rubbed herself. I could smell the puddle of urine 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 asshole and then another, taking my fourth dimension 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.

Keeping my finger in her ass, I brought my putz to her cunt and pushed my tilt voiceless dick into her twat. Heather 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 balls. As my cock entered, I could feel my digit stroking my own knockout rod with just a flimsy tissue layer separating her two tricksy passages.

I began to rhythmically make out her holes. kickoff my cock in mysterious and intemperate and as my dick came out I'd push my digit up her full whoreson. Her wet mess soon began to bring in slurping sounds as I milked her trunk for both of our pleasure.

After a hour or two I pulled my fingerbreadth out of her ass suddenly so that I made her cocksucker gape indecently. At that moment, I could not trust I had my wife on her knees on our kitchen floor in her own puddle of piss while she wiggled her gaping asshole at me.

I slapped her ass strong, making a red mark on her tight skin.

"Again,"heather mixture hissed.

I did it again on the former face, making her ass jiggle under the sharp sting.

I put more lube on my hand and pulled my turncock out of her cunt.

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

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

I pushed my four finger's breadth back into her nasty backdoor and worked them up to the endorsement knuckle again. Heather stopped rubbing her clit and just remained motionless on her knee, taking my deal into her ass. Keeping my fingers together as tightly as possible, I pulled them out a small to make room for my thumb, and then I gently began to push all of my fingerbreadth back inside my smutty wife's butt.

heather mixture grunted as all of the fingers went in to the secondly metacarpophalangeal joint. I paused for a second, my head spinning with carnal lust. I pushed my manus deeper into her ass and she whispered ‘ red'so I pulled back some.

I took my cock and slide it back into her pussy. Turning my hand so that my wrist faced upwards towards me allowed me to stay on fucking her cunt with my tool while my fingers sodomized her now lax and gaping asshole.

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

I pulled my peter out of her snatch and force back it into her ass. Heather was so idle and wet in her butt that she took my cock without any problem. Heather began to pant and moan as I started driving my rod deep up her asshole, banging her backside as I heard her tits smacking against the pissing still puddled under her chest.

I reached around and grabbed at her bouncing tits, feeling her grueling mamilla slick with piss as they jiggled through the puddle in time with my hip thrusts.

The orgasm happened so intensely that I just had fourth dimension to commit out of her ass to shoot three or four huge loads across broom's back and shoulders.

I helped Scots heather to her ft and took her to the bedroom. I got a towel and scatter it over the bed. I put Heather on the towel and put my typeface between her legs. She eagerly pulled her legs back for me, exposing her slick cunt. Her tiny darn of pubic hair's-breadth was still wet from her piss and bitch juice. I ran my tongue over her twat and then started working on her engorged clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her bud, milking her, and then I sucked on her clit, pulling the bloodline into it even more and making it rise up.

Heather just moaned and put her hands on the spine of my head. I stayed on her button for a few transactions, flicking and driving her nub with my tongue until she was panting. I could sense her orgasm material body as the tension in her thigh muscles grew around my header until she exploded in my mouth, gasping and begging as the orgasms racked her body.

We feel asleep quickly that Saturday night. The next dayspring I washed the kitchen trading floor clean.

As I write these Holy Scripture on the following Monday, I am still in shock what has happened. My wife has become a very gamey fille who likes to pee in public and wet her panties.

I'm just wondering if she'll return the thong back to Stacey and get her own panties back. I know I'm going to indicate that we meet for dinner again soon with John and Stacey and assure Calluna vulgaris to hold out Stacey's thong and secern John to die on a alike message to Stacey. I know John Lackland will go for it. If that happens, and if the girls do anything sexy or naughty, I'll get that down on paper when I can .