This narrative involves a woman's"forced"desperation to hold her pee, peeing in her jean shorts and mutual foreplay from that pee swordplay. If these thing don't stake you, don't read. ..


My wife, Heather, and I both went on a sail recently to United Mexican States. Of course, we both ate too a great deal and put on a few spare pounds. When we returned abode, I was sitting on the couch future to her one night idly rubbing and stroking her back. We were watching TV and chatting about needing to turn out and misplace the weight. Heather mentioned that she need a"workout cop"to monitor her progress.

This chronicle is about how I became her"workout cop"and used her love of naughty peeing to keep her focused. Or, more importantly, how I used her love of naughty pee to my utmost benefit. .. lol.

As I continued to rub her back, I asked her what rewards or punishments she would ask to continue on racecourse with exercise. Heather laughed and said the back detrition was a secure start and maybe some naughty pee play ; she wasn't sure about a penalty but she knew I could come up with something good.

So, we came up with the following plan : she would work out four days a week and, if she had a good day of exercise and watched her intellectual nourishment breathing in, she'd get a back rub when she wanted it and she'd get her puss licked while peeing ( which she readily admits she now LOVES and it drives her absolutely wild ). Of form, this"reward"also is good for me because watching her piss, and eating her while she does it, drives me crazy, too, and just hint to some hot sex.

For the penalisation, I told her it would involve some risque peeing in public, but nothing illegal and she wouldn't get hurt. I told her she'd have to follow all of my commands on that day -- no ifs, ands or buts. heather mixture gave a wink and agreed.

Heather worked grueling for several hebdomad, exercised like a fighter, and watched her weight unit. She looked great and was rewarded with pile of backrubs and had her twat eaten ( while she flooded my fount and floor ) several metre each week. Each academic term left her with a screaming orgasm.

Of course, after a few calendar week, she had a day where she missed her example. That was a Friday and she admitted that Night that she was too officious and tired that day to get it done. I reminded her about the accord. She smiled and said she'd just have to lease her punishment like a secure girl and she'd get back to exercise the side by side day. I kissed her and told her that the next day, Saturday, she'd have to do exactly what I told her as a punishment. Heather laughed and said she was both worried and looking forward to it at the same time.

The following morning, I directed Heather to drink respective cups of coffee in the morning. I also directed her to put on her darling jean shorts, which really hug her shapely hip and butt. Her jean trunks are a very dark blue devil, almost bordering on melanise, and they are sexy as underworld. Finally, I asked her if she still had Stacey's thong panties, the one she wore home after the two of them peed in the john of the restaurant together ( a account which I wrote about and posted in this forum ).

ling paused for a few meter before answering ; she swallowed hard and then nodded. I had not mentioned those panties since the prison term ling wore them menage ( they were damp with Stacey's pee and when we got home we fucked like fauna, with heather peeing a expectant puddle on the kitchen floor ; after ling peed, I took her from behind while she kneeled doggie style in her own hot kitty of nebulizer ). I really didn't know what heather mixture had down with the panty since that night.

"What about them"? broom asked, her voice low.

"Wear them under your jean shorts."

Heather nodded and left. She returned a few arcminute later, her font flushed. She had on the dungaree boxers and a loose blouse. I could just prepare out her the press of her heavy breasts against the top.

"Drink your coffee,"I ordered."You're going to hold your pee until I tell you to piss."

It was about seven-thirty in the morning when we started this. By 8:30 a.m. Heather was squirming. By 9:00 a.m. Calluna vulgaris was pushing her hand across her fork over her denim and bouncing her legs.

"Need to loose ?"I asked.

"Yes,"heather mixture said, her part cracking a little.

"Not yet. I want to see you really struggle."

Heather's fount flushed and she stood up. She started doing a little make dance with her eyes closed and her manus pressing against her crotch.

"It's working,"Heather gasped.

I was getting aroused knowing my married woman's bladder was so full and she was struggling to maintain her composure. I wanted nothing more than to see her desperate and then wet her loaded shorts in a vast gushing release.

"I want you to piss your shortstop and Stacey's panty,"I told her.

In the past, I had encouraged and asked heather to pee-pee her denim trunks or other pants. I knew this was something she was not knifelike to do. Heather did revel peeing her panties, and on juncture would add home wet scanty from work and exhibit them to me before we fucked like beast. Peeing her drawers fully, something that I thought was very risque and erotic, was just something ling did not get hold sexy or fun.

Heather looked at me for a few beatnik."I don't want to wet my easily underdrawers,"she said.

"I know, which is why you're going to do it today. Besides, what did you promise about today ?"

"To do what you told me."

"Good girl. Are you ready to be a bad girl and wet your respectable shortstop ?"

"Yes, sir,"ling moaned, dancing again on her toes."Can I go soon, please ?"Calluna vulgaris pleaded.

"Go into the kitchen and stand on the tile while I get a towel,"I told her.

Heather walked slowly to the eye of the kitchen. It was sack she was near bursting as she almost had to walk on her tip-toes while she pushed her hands against her to the full bladder.

I put a towel on the storey and directed Heather to resist on it.

"Unbutton your dungaree and put a hand down your gasp,"I ordered.

Heather undid the top two release and she breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure eased on her aching bladder. She slid her hand down into her pants.

"Rub your button,"I ordered."Rub yourself like a serious pee fille before you wet your shorts."

broom began moving her finger. She closed her eyes and her sassing became slack. She squatted a little lower over the towel, spreading her feet wider so that her ass was several feet above the floor. The total time, heather kept her mitt down her pants, rubbing her clit.

I know that act, rubbing herself while she peed, was the single swelled turn-on for her. She told me she always felt an incredible upsurge as she flicked her clitoris while urine poured from her pee gob. And, she admitted, it made her feel very aphrodisiacal and titillating, especially when she did it in naughty places like populace lav or, on juncture, outside somewhere. Heather once admitted to me that she ducked behind a vast dumpster in a back bowling alley of a enceinte business to wet the cement while she frigged her clitoris. Trust me, she got fucked hard that night when she retold the story.

My cock grew hard as I watched my married woman pleasuring herself with a wide-cut vesica, about to spray her tight jean short circuit and the naughty thong that previously belonged to Stacey, a cleaning woman Heather barely knew.

Heather moaned a little More and then I saw the first drops of pee begin to mould on the bound of her shortstop. The jean material was so dismal I could barely pull in out a wet spot but it was unmistakable that Heather was wetting herself as her hand continued to rub her clit. Her stream of hot water steadily increased in volume. Some of her pee streamed and dropped directly from her boxers right below her genitals and it began to pool on the towel while other flow of pee poured down her legs to her knee before dripping and rushing onto the towel beneath her feet.

ling gushed into her short and frigged her clit for what felt like a wide-cut instant as my putz pulsed and grew watching the naughty show. When she finished releasing the pressure sensation from her bladder, Heather remained crouched for another minute, still rubbing her button inside her now soaked shorts.

When she finished, she blinked and then slowly stood up. Her face was flushed and her boob were heaving. Based on past experience, I knew she was now very aroused and ready to get fucked. She would enjoy to listen me differentiate her what I naughty pee strumpet she was while I fucked her and she'd have a screaming orgasm while I licked her kitty-cat clean of her hot piss.

But, not right now. Today, she was being punished.

I handed Heather a large cup of soda I had cook and I looked at her intently. She took the cup slowly with a questioning expression on her face.

"Drink it,"I said."We're not done."

Calluna vulgaris slowly began to toast. I took a dry towel and wiped her legs clean.

"ejaculate with me,"I ordered.

"Where ?"

"No questions. Come."

I led her to the garage. Earlier in the morning, I had placed a large weather sheet of plastic over the passenger seat of our car. I ordered her to get in the car.

"I'm wet,"Heather protested.

"Yes, and you're going to get wetter,"I said."Get in."

"I don't want to go out like this. I'm soaked in piss."

"Exactly. You're going to go and you're going to do what you're told today."

I looked at her hard and then winked. I smiled slowly at her. ling smiled back.

"Your shorts are so dismal it doesn't even look like you're really wet,"I said."Trust me. You're going to stimulate fun this morning and be punished like a good pee babe."

"Trust you ?"Scots heather said, rolling her eyes, but I knew I had won because she was still smiling.

heather got into the car and sat on the charge card and we headed out. The plastic sheet covered her intact seat and the flooring in battlefront of her.

"How do you sense ? I asked.

"Soaked."

I took her to a topical anesthetic Wal-Mart. On the way, ling finished her declamatory cup of soda. She complained that her trunks were getting inhuman but I told her she'd warm them up again soon. Even on the first Saturday of November, it was still affectionate in our part of CA. So, Calluna vulgaris wouldn't suffer too much from cold as the pee dried.

Inside the Wal-Mart I made Heather walk around with me. Of trend, I bought her another immense fountain soda and told her the sooner she finished it, the Oklahoman her punishment would end.

I'll admit I was very sex knowing my wife was walking around in the store with soaked shorts and panties, and that she was filling her vesica again.

We spent over an hour in the store, and I bought Heather a refill on her soda ash, before she started visibly squirming again.

While we stood in the electronics section, I pushed against her back and whispered in her ear,"Have to piss bad ?"

Heather pushed her ass against my genitals and she nodded slowly. My shaft gave a trivial jump.

We walked for a few more minutes. At this point in time heather occasionally had to blockade when the pressure became too intense. She exhaled loudly and slowly. She also had to trip the light fantastic toe from one foot to another a few times. It was clear she was near bursting again and would sustain to relieve her pressure.

That was confirmed a few minutes later when ling turned to me."I can't net another min. I'm starting to cramp."

The look of desperation in her eyes told me she was serious. As much as I wanted her to rave in the store somewhere, in a corner with no one around, I knew that wasn't a goodness idea. The lowest thing I wanted was for her to be spotted and get into trouble. .. literal hassle. .. like accused of malefactor misconduct. So, despite my raging cock and a sight of her spraying her soused jean in public, I swallowed hard and calmed down.

"Go to the toilet and receive a overnice cubicle. Wet your short again in there just like before and then total find me in the sporting goods department."

heather turned and marched away. I saw her hands fall down to her stomach as she hurried for the bathrooms.

It took about ten minute of arc before she returned. When she appeared, her nerve was flushed again like it did when she was sexually aroused. Her case, however, also looked more slack than before she left for the bathroom.

She pressed up against me and smiled.

"I was a good girl,"she whispered."Meaning I was very naughty and did what you asked."

My dick got hard again. I dropped a hand down to her shorts and rubbed across her privates. The denim was soaked again. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked ; the mouthful was evident, and highly arousing : my wife's weewee all over her shorts.

My cock was throbbing."Let's go,"I growled to her.

backbone in the car, I headed for home and made Heather grant me all of the details. I also ordered her to undo her top buttons and put a hand down her to her clit and rub herself in her wet boxershorts while she told me her naughty story.

"I went into the bathroom and I found an empty stalling with a waste pipe,"she said, slowly rubbing herself."I had to go so bad at that point, I was nearly doubled over. I unwrap my short pants like they are now and I started rubbing myself."

She paused for a second and when I glanced over, I saw she had her eyes closed and she was rubbing. A little groan escaped her mouth.

"Tell me what happened,"I hissed. My shaft was screaming hard at this point and I was desperate to get home and take up fucking her.

Heather swallowed operose and opened her eyes.

"I started pissing right away. It was hard at first. Just a little dribble came and then I gushed everywhere."

"Did it feel dependable to wet your shorts in a public bathroom ?"I asked, my voice cracking.

"Yes,"ling moaned."I was very bad. I stood over the drainpipe and wetted my shorts like a bad girl."

"Did you get aroused ?"

"Yes."

"Why ?"I asked.

"It felt so naughty to wet my boxershorts and so estimable to get that pee out that I just felt weak."

"You were gone a farseeing time,"I noted.

"I stayed and played some after I finished. Sat on the closed lav lid and rubbed myself. I almost came, too,"broom admitted.

We pulled into the garage. Heather was still rubbing her clit, her eyes closed and her sassing opened as her chest rose and fell to her rhythms.

"I have to pee a little more,"she suddenly said.

"Again ?"

ling smiled."You gave me a lot of soda to drink."

"Let's go,"I said.

"No. I want to do it here,"Heather said.

"You want to piss your jeans in the car ?"I asked.

"Yes,"heather hissed.

I undid my boxershorts and pulled out my stopcock. I leaned my arse back and started stroking myself. heather continued to rub her clit.

"Damn, sister,"I moaned."watching you act like a make water fornicatress is such a turn on."

Heather moaned, too, and rubbed faster. She scooted her ass forward and spread her stage. She arched her back so her breasts pushed up and she rubbed furiously. A few indorsement later, a huge puddle began to grow under her butt and between her stage. The unmistakable odor of her urine filled the car as she squirted her jean and masturbated in her own pool in the car parked in our garage.

I stroked my peter furiously.

When she finished, I got her out of the car. She left behind a courteous puddle on the plastic sheet.

Inside the home, I had her stand in our chamber while I kneeled in front of her wet shorts. I ran my mitt across her wet crotch and slowly pulled them down. She had soaked all of the fabric around her privates and over her legs. The back of her shorts over her ass was absolutely drenched in piss.

I helped her out of her smashed jeans and I returned to her wet muff. Only the lean G-string panties covered her wet pussy. I ran my grimace across the pocket-sized strip of framework that covered her scratch and ling shivered. I ran my digit across that same stretch of weewee soaked cloth and heather mixture moaned.

"Did you like pissing and soaking Stacey's step-in ?"I asked.

Heather just moaned louder and I stood up. I turned her around with my hands and made her crease over. I slapped her ass on the left wing cheek and then harder on her right one. The smack echoed for a s ; the physical contact seemed even louder because her ass was still slick and glistening from her own hot pee.

I pulled her wet thong off and ordered her down to her genu. Scots heather groaned as she got down and then put her ass up for my view. She groaned again as my tough cock easily slid into her sopping wet pussy. I began to have sex her with wildness. I reached my manpower around and desperately began to undo her blouse and bra. We got her top and bra off and I began fucking her so her teat bounced in round to my cock.

I wish I could order you that I lasted for an hour and fucked her empty-headed. No such luck. After watching her desperation all morning and watching her urine her jean shorts three separate times, I needed badly to eject my cum. I shot load after incumbrance into my wife's sopping wet hole. I buried my cock deep up her twat and let loose while I continued to Irish punt my hips into hers, slapping her ass with my body.

When finished, I put her on the bed on a towel and ordered her to pull back her legs.

Her snatch was a sopping wet jam. Her pubic hair was still soaked and slick with her own peeing, kitty-cat juice and my cum. I greedily put my rima oris to her. Heather almost screamed as my knife ran the length of her scratch and found her clitoris. I could still try the intoxicating remnants of her urine on her dampish lips as I ate her. It didn't take long before Scots heather's body was convulsing and her second joint pressing against my head as my tongue gave her an orgasm that lasted almost a full minute.

When finished, we collapsed on the bed together, panting and recovering.

"shucks,"I said.

"Uh, huh,"Calluna vulgaris replied.

"I thought you didn't like to wet your boxershorts,"I said.

"I don't."

"Could have fooled me."

"Let's just say I knew how aroused you were, and that made it really hot for me."

"Let's just say I can't wait until you miss your future workout day."

Heather laughed.

That was over a calendar week ago. So far, she hasn't missed another work out day, but she wore the Saame jean shorts yesterday and left the house without me. When she came back, they were soaked in her urine, and I fucked her again .