respective calendar month ago, I posted the story of how I first became exposed to cleaning lady who hold their urine on purpose for sexual gratification and who like to pee in naughty home as a way of a intimate spillage. 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 legal assistant in my law power, Stacey, who enjoys doing that. My Friend and law pardner, John, showed me a digital recording of Stacey peeing in front of him. At the end of my other narration, I hinted that I approached my wife with my new fascination with fair sex who pee and spray in places as a sexual release. This is proletariat Day Monday as I write this. matter culminated this finale Saturday night to the period I had to get everything down on paper again.

heather mixture works as a surrogate district attorney in a nearby county. We met in law schooltime over sixteen years ago and have been married fourteen years. Like most married pair, our sex life has its ups-and-downs. Generally estimable, I would not relegate our sex as kinky or too brainsick, but Calluna vulgaris does let me play with her business firm round ass whenever I want.

After watching Stacey's television and seeing how spicy and sexy she was just from peeing, I began to fantasize about Calluna vulgaris doing something similar. About a calendar week after watching the video, I sent a text to heather mixture while I drove to work on a Mon forenoon. I decided that if she found it too weird or unknown, I would just act 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 second sentiment after sending it thinking it might not derive across very well. Five transactions passed without any answer and then my earpiece rang. It was Heather calling. I answered with as casual a"hello"as I could muster up after texting my wife of fourteen years about peeing.

She paused for a endorsement and then asked,"What's with the pissing ?"Her phonation did not speech sound mad but I could say from her tonicity that she was confused.

I chuckled in an exploit to continue 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.

"Nothing. I just had a crazy sex dream lowest night and you were getting your button licked and you peed while doing it. You really liked it in my dreaming and I woke up really aroused. That's all."

"okey,"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,"Scots heather said.

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

The next day when I came household from study when Scots heather was out shopping. I logged into our home computing machine and soon discovered that the net browser account included some public pee sites. Intrigued, I realized Heather must birth looked at these sites earlier in the day. I looked at her sites ; they showed fair sex peeing in public places and peeing through their panties and even pants. The film turned me on.

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

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

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

"Your gossip the other day made me think about it. I then got more funny and did some hunting. The sites were different than I thought."

"Do you like it ?"

"These, I do. I saw some where cat just peed on woman, which seemed gross. But, the sites of the girls peeing and touching themselves seems. .. a piddling sexy and naughty."

I felt my hammer get intemperate as I heard my married woman say this.

"Do you want to consecrate 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 years later, I got a schoolbook from heather mixture in the afternoon on a Thursday."Come base when you can and let me know when you're about ten moment from home."

I left as soon as I could. I texted her as requested about ten second away. When I got home, it was dark and tranquilize. I made my way to the back of the house and saw twinkle on in our master key sleeping accommodation. When I entered, Scots heather was standing in strawman of the bed. We have a squeamish polished cement flooring in the bedroom and we use country carpeting to change the look and tactile property from time-to-time. The rugs were gone and Heather stood wearing gamey heels, white cotton pantie and glasses. Nothing else.

Her legs were spread slightly and her hired hand was rubbing her pussy over her scanty. Her mouth was capable slightly and she just looked at me without saying a Christian Bible.

My cock immediately became hard.

The nipples on her wax breasts were large and set up. Then Heather started to pee. A morose stain erupted across her pantie and a stream of weewee began to run through her scanty and splattered on the cement 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 urge on against her clit as the stream of hot urine gathered in force play and poured from her body. My leg finger washy, I was so turned on.

The weewee current slowly sputtered to a trickle and then ended. A vast puddle of weewee sat under her body.

I stumbled towards my wife desperate to have a go at it her. I had no mind she could be such a risque girl.

Heather took her hand from her panties. I put my hand across her wet genital organ and rubbed the piss across her pussy. She moaned and pressed her rose hip 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 piss puddle.

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

heather mixture 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 buttock. My rima oris watered. I ran my hand over her wet rear and slapped her ass.

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

I unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing tool out. I pulled her panties to the side, exposing her good snatch lips that were still glistening from her own pee. I straddled her and throw into her, putting my dick deep into her hot cunt.

Heather grunted as I began to thrust, her thorax 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 pool of piddle against my knuckles, it was assuredness to the soupcon now, as my finger pinched and pulled on her nipples. heather mixture's breast bounced in speech rhythm to the buffeting I gave her. Her titty 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 care to get fucked while you rub your tits in your own puddle ?"

"God, yes,"she groaned.

"Good. Get your breast back down in that puddle while I fuck my gamy girl."

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

Seeing that was too often for me. I shot a huge load up her kitty as I stared at my wife wiggling in a pool of piss, trying to get as often of the liquid on her tit 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 rima oris to her genitals and licked over the strawman of her wet step-in. The tart taste perception of her pee combined with her sex succus was intoxicating. I began to eat her pussy, working her clit and making her groan as my tongue flicked her gruelling little bud. In no sentence she was panting and gasping as I sucked her clit. Calluna vulgaris orgasmed a few minutes later, yelling as my tongue continued to bring her hard button. We feel asleep in a heap.

The adjacent aurora, 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, close Night wasn't the first time I've peed during sex."broom 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 faithful to me. I could feel the high temperature pulsing from her body as she pressed in against me.

"I was in college at a beach party and I had too often 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 pubic hair behind a guts dune just away from the party."

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

"So, we both went very fuddle and found a touch and dropped our shorts and squatted down. We both went in the President George W. Bush laughing. We gushed forever. The young lady who was with me, I think her epithet was Karenic -- isn't it awful how libertine we forget people's names ? Anyway, Karen, or whoever she was, said, ‘ We don't have any theme'and that's when we heard the clink of a camera.

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

We pulled our trouser up and yelled at them but we weren't really upset. I was so tope 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 puzzle out you."

My bridge player stopped moving across heather mixture's back as I let those words sink in. Heather sighed deeply and pressed closer to me, her lovesome breath falling on my chest as she spoke.

I swallowed knockout before asking.

"What happened future ?"

"I think we were both stunned that he said that too us. Even rummy, it was very forward and I felt awkward for a back but then Karen said, ‘ You're going to lick us fairly'? and both guys nodded. I won't lie, I felt myself get wet at that point."

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

My sass felt dry.

"Did they eat you ?"

Heather was breathing fleshy now.

"Yes,"she whispered."I haven't thought about this for a very hanker time but they came up to us and the next matter I know I was lying on the sand with my pegleg open and the other guy had his mouth on me, eating me. It happened so fast. My head word 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 Scots heather's back and gave her bare ass a lilliputian 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 roll in the hay you, too ?"I asked.

I slapped heather mixture's ass again, harder this time, as I felt my pecker 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 bridge player down and began to play with my ball, too.

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

I was so unvoiced by now that my cock was burning."good turn over,"I ordered."Get your ass up for me."My peter was raging at the thought of a younger Heather being taken like that. I climbed off the bed and stared hungrily at my married woman, who got to her knees and thrust her rear end up.

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

I stood over her and skid my hard rod back into her wet slit. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting deep into her, milking my pecker 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 extend groan from broom, who met my thrusts with her own animalistic jerking at my cock.

I licked my in good order index number finger and rubbed it over her asshole.

"You are a bad young woman,"I said."Very bad girls are taken aid of, but I have to lead now to get to court."I suddenly pulled away from her, my stopcock still raging hard.

"No,"Calluna vulgaris said."I want you to get laid me."

"I will but I can't now."

It took grand will power to leave her that dayspring, but I had to earn the court of justice engagement and I was already running late.

After that, we started to integrate piss shimmer 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 short whenever she peed at body of work, something she found very risque and arousing. Of course, these confessions only get me crazier with lust.

I also let it slip with whoremaster Hopper, my mentor and a close booster, 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 party engagement for the four of us on the Sat night for the Labor Day weekend. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said"no risible business organization"because I did not want him to do something that would disturb Calluna vulgaris. bathroom just smiled and promised that nothing would happen.

I was a bit surprised when I told Heather about the dinner party design and she seemed wind up. I know Scots heather likes John the Evangelist, but she finds some of his habits annoying, like bringing a different woman out to fulfill us each clock time.

"Who is it this clock 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 ?"broom 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 true statement. However, I did not narrate ling about St. John the Apostle making Stacey pee for him, or for her obvious hoodoo for peeing in juicy places, or how all of that made me introduce this to my wife. I just decided to stay subdued and let things construct as the would. Besides, Heather was obviously learning to care this new naughty side of sex and I wanted her to see her own path without rushing things.

As we got ready for dinner that night, I could tell ling was in a sexy and fun mood. She wore a shorter skirt than usual, showing off a good portion of her aphrodisiacal thigh. She also had a few meth of wine before dinner while she dressed and put on her composition. The practiced part was when she showed me her white entwine panty that she was planning on wearing.

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

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

I came over and ran my manus over her berm, across the easy blouse that she wore, and then slapped her ass playfully.

"You're becoming a blue pee infant, 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 lavatory 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 beloved. Still, you could tell by the casual cam stroke of a mitt or a look that they had hot chemistry.

We had some drinks before dinner party and more during. John and I actually didn't drink as a good deal since we were going to drive but the female child got to play and puddle 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 party wound down. I knew Heather would be in for some sex at home so I was matter to in moving. John was looking at his watch, too, when Stacey stood and said she needed to confabulate the peeress room. Stacey asked Heather if she needed to go, too, and Heather stood and they headed off together.

In the lag, John and I got the vizor and paid up. The girls were gone a while, something like fifteen minutes, before I saw them heading back. As they came back, I saw Stacey stop and talk to the maitre d'for a moment, pointing at the bathroom with a stern flavour on her face. Heather was first back at our board and she sat next to me. Her font was very flushed, more so than just from the wine-coloured, and she was breathing a lilliputian heavily. I leaned in to ask her if she was very well 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, broom was quiet for a few mo. I finally asked her if she was okay.

"Yes,"she said, but she took a abstruse breath and was still acting funny.

"Are you really drink 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 same flush on her face, more than than just the wine, it was her flush of sex across her impudence, and I saw that her nipples were set up 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."Heather's vocalization was low and she was breathing harder.

"What happened ?"

"Stacey and I peed on the floor."

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

"You both peed on the floor in the bathroom ? Just now ? Together ?"

Heather just nodded, staring straight ahead and breathing deeply.

My peter gave a leap and I had to grip the steering wheel tight.

I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. But, my articulation 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 privy earlier, by myself, and touching myself through my pantie while I peed. That gets me turned on and I know how a good deal you like to get a line about that."

I swallowed hard.

"Stacey surprised me because when we got into the toilet, before the door even shut, she just asked me if I had ever peed through my scanty before. I wasn't sure what she meant, like maybe and accident, and so I laughed and said ‘ accidents do pass off'or something like that."

I looked over at ling, whose mouth was open a little as she stared ahead, deep in her memory.

"Stacy then gave me a smile and said she wanted to prove me something. She took my hand and pulled me into a stalling before I could even say anything. She shut the room access behind me, locked it, and then sat on the can. Not on the arena, she put down the lid, but she stood on the bowl and actually sat on the vertebral column of the throne up high and spread her legs."

"She did not,"I said, still not certain if heather mixture was making this up or not just to get me hot. Even if this wasn't the truth, her news report was working ; I was very intemperately and despairing to hear more.

"It happened so fast I didn't have time to suppose. She spread her legs so I could see her scanty and she reached down and started to rub her pussy. She pushed her feet against the sides of the roll and pushed her rosehip forward, rubbing herself. And then she started peeing."

Heather's articulation was very low as she finished that last conviction. Her breathing now shoal and fast.

"What did you do ?"

"I just watched."

"What happened ?"

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

"What were you doing ?"

"I just stared at her."

It was obvious John had told Stacey that we were doing this after I watched the digital transcription. Why else would a woman who barely knew my married woman 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 guess my wife watched it only a few feet away. My headland was almost spinning.

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

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

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

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

"You didn't."

"I did."

"You pissed on the floor in that public toilet ? Just now ?"

"Yes."Heather said quietly.

Redeemer."Tell me,"I hissed.

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

"Slow down. secern me more details. Did you piss through your panties ?"

Heather swallowed hard."Yes."

"Did you touch yourself while you did it ?"

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

"Through those white pantie ?"

"Yes."

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

We were only about five second from home at this point and my nous was spinning. I was desperate to get my wife into the house and fuck her voiceless. I had no idea she could be this naughty in front line 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 trivial embarrassed thinking about the lot we made and that I just did that in forepart of her. I guess I was more fuddle than I realized."

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

"Yes,"Heather whispered.

"Did you get turned on ?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet now ?"I asked.

"Yes."

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

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

"Are your scanty still wet ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"heather mixture answered.

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

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

I swallowed hard and let the row sink into my spinning brain.

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

"Uh, huh."

"Where are yours ?"

"She's wearing them."

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

Scots heather just nodded.

"How the hell did that pass off ?"My vox was pleading, do-or-die to find out 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 minutes just looking at each other rubbing our own button. I told her I thought her panties looked very sexy and she told me mine were hot. Then she said we needed to get back but she wanted a souvenir of the eventide. I wasn't sure what she meant at inaugural and then I realized she wanted my step-in. That seemed like the double-dyed way to end it so I pulled mine off and she pulled hers off. She told me to dry off so we would really find the step-in once on so we took some sewer paper and wiped ourselves and then exchanged panties."

"Jesus, I want to do it you so bad,"I said."You put on her scanty then ?"

"Yes."

"Wow. How did it sense ?"

"Naughty. They were still dull a small from her pee and as I walked I could experience her dampness rubbing against me. It turned me on as I walked back to our mesa to you."

"What do they wait like ?"

"You'll see them in a instant,"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 shaft was so hard. Getting into the theater was a blur. I was slapping broom's ass and pulling off her clothes as we headed through the kitchen towards the master copy bedroom.

"wait,"Heather said, as we were standing in the kitchen. By this stop, she was only wearing a bra, the thong and her heels."I have to pee,"she said.

ling turned to present me and spread her legs a fiddling. Her manus went down to Stacey's thong and she started to rub her clit through the framework.

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

heather said zero and then a current of pee erupted from her cunt, rushed through the flip-flop and gushed down between her legs. Heather moaned and began rubbing faster as her water splashed on the kitchen roofing tile and began to form a puddle. Heather looked at me with pure lust on her typeface. She finished peeing and immediately sat down in her puddle, right in the middle of her kitchen floor.

"Fuck me,"she begged, laying back on the tile with her ass in the middle of her pool. broom pulled her legs back and I could see Stacey's thong dark with the urine stains from both Stacey and the fresh pee from my wife.

My knees felt weak as I kneeled down between my wife's legs and ran my knife over the soaked fabric of the lash. Heather moaned as I pushed my mouth across her wet kitty-cat and rubbed her button, tasting the acuate smell of my wife's fresh pee and the remnant of Stacey's previous stain. The combining was intoxicating from the pee of the two women along with Heather's saucy 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 pussy, still slick on the outside with fresh pissing. Scots heather grunted as I thrust in and I began to drive my cock into her snatch, hearing her puddle of piss slosh some as I rhythmically fucked her, slapping her ass against the storey and her puddle.

I reached up and yanked her bra off of then took her bouncing mamilla in my mouth, sucking one and then the other as I continued to drive into my gamy married woman. Heather just kept her center shut and kept up a never-ending watercourse of moans and grunts as I pounded her.

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

I slapped her bottom, slick magazine with the peeing she just left.

"I haven't played with your ass in a while,"I said."Are you going to be a good girlfriend and let me stretch out your stooge ?"

In response, Heather just moaned and wiggled her ass.

"Do your tits feel goodness in your pool of piss ?"I asked her.

"Yes,"Heather said as she wiggled her chest of drawers in the now moth-eaten pee.

I slapped her ass again and then spread her face with my hand. I put my face to the crack of her ass and licked her browned hollow with a flying flick, tasting the remnants of her pee in her crack cocaine. Scots heather moaned as my spit then pushed into her arsehole a picayune, getting her ready for my fingers and cock.

I rose quickly and left the kitchen for a few moments and returned with lubricant. I greased up my fingers and slide my indicant 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 tight arsehole up to the indorse knuckle. Heather relaxed almost instantly and I felt her sphincter soften around my finger. I began to finger fuck her asshole as Heather rubbed herself. I could smell the pool of weewee she still lay in along with her sex juice. It was still all very intoxicating and made me desire to get it on her like an animal.

I slide another finger into her asshole and then another, taking my sentence and feeling her relax and adjust to each new finger's breadth. I slapped her ass again and then put a fourth finger into her ass. I started to feel fuck her ass with the four fingerbreadth, 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 shaft to her cunt and pushed my rock hard pecker into her pussy. Heather gasped as I adjusted the angle of my handwriting so that I could maintain the finger up her ass while my cock microscope slide into her kitty up to my clod. As my cock entered, I could finger my digit stroking my own operose rod with just a slenderize membrane separating her two guileful passages.

I began to rhythmically hump her holes. first base my peter in recondite and hard and as my cock came out I'd get-up-and-go my finger's breadth up her wide asshole. Her wet holes soon began to work slurping sounds as I milked her consistency for both of our pleasure.

After a bit or two I pulled my fingers out of her ass suddenly so that I made her asshole gape indecently. At that moment, I could not think I had my wife on her articulatio genus on our kitchen floor in her own pool of peeing while she wiggled her gaping prick at me.

I slapped her ass hard, making a red target on her tight skin.

"Again,"broom hissed.

I did it again on the other impudence, making her ass jiggle under the sharp sting.

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

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

"Okay,"heather said. Her vocalism was quiet.

I pushed my four fingerbreadth back into her nasty backdoor and worked them up to the indorse knuckle again. Calluna vulgaris stopped rubbing her clit and just remained motionless on her knees, taking my hand into her ass. Keeping my digit together as tightly as possible, I pulled them out a little to reach room for my thumb, and then I gently began to press all of my fingers back inside my nasty married woman's butt.

Heather grunted as all of the digit went in to the minute metacarpophalangeal joint. I paused for a second, my head spinning with animal lust. I pushed my hand deeper into her ass and she whispered ‘ red'so I pulled back some.

I took my cock and swoop it back into her pussy. Turning my deal so that my wrist faced upwards towards me allowed me to continue fucking her twat with my cock while my fingers sodomized her now loose and gaping motherfucker.

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

I pulled my dick out of her twat and aim it into her ass. Heather was so loose and wet in her butt that she took my pecker without any trouble. Heather began to pant and moan as I started driving my rod deep up her SOB, banging her butt as I heard her nipple slap against the piss still puddled under her chest.

I reached around and grabbed at her bouncing tit, feeling her hard nipples slick with piss as they jiggled through the puddle in prison term with my hip thrusts.

The climax happened so intensely that I just had time to draw out out of her ass to hit three or four huge loads across broom's back and shoulders.

I helped Heather to her substructure and took her to the sleeping room. I got a towel and spread it over the bed. I put Calluna vulgaris on the towel and put my face between her stage. She eagerly pulled her legs back for me, exposing her slick magazine cunt. Her diminutive dapple of pubic hair was still wet from her peeing and cunt juice. I ran my knife over her slit and then started working on her engorge clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her bud, milking her, and then I sucked on her clit, pulling the pedigree into it even more and making it rise up.

Heather just moaned and put her hands on the dorsum of my psyche. I stayed on her clit for a few minute of arc, flicking and driving her nub with my tongue until she was panting. I could sense her orgasm build as the tenseness in her thigh muscles grew around my head until she exploded in my mouth, gasping and begging as the coming racked her body.

We feel asleep quickly that Saturday night. The following morning I washed the kitchen floor clean.

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

I'm just wondering if she'll return the lash back to Stacey and get her own step-in back. I know I'm going to suggest that we meet for dinner again soon with John and Stacey and tell Heather to wear Stacey's thong and differentiate trick to pass on a alike 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 paper when I can .