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  1. Yes I can only opologise I am completely out of order sorry. The underwaer is my wifes and the stories are true. The idea of the other pics was to pick someone who looked very similar but meant I didn't have to post a picture off her. Not aceptable sorry.
  2. An incident which happend this weekend has prompted me to write. It was saturday evening and Sarah's Aunty and Uncle were celebrating their Ruby wedding, a function room was hired at a country hall and our family (boys included) had rented a room (I fancied a few drinks). We had a lovely evening with Sarah joining in with much of the dancing (pics attached- Sarah is in the black tights). At the end of the evening we retired to our room. I was talking to Sarah in the bathroom while she removed her makup. I commented how she was giving all the young kids a run for there money. "A bit to much jumping around for my own good" she replied "That would explain the underwear" I joked (pic attcahed) "I couldn't help notice them on the wardrobe floor" "Yes, I had to pop up and change a couple of hours ago" She then lifted her skirt, pulled down her tights and knickers and sat on the toilet before ripping out a very wet panty liner. "Good jog you wore that" I said "She blushed "Yes or it could have been embarrassing" The inicident reminded me of a similar experience which happened last year, a wetting due to too much jumping around. This was the classic trampoline accident which I am sure has been experienced by a number of women over the years. Sarah had decided to have a go (we have had it for 2 years and she had never been on it).She was bouncing around when my son announced "Mum you peed your pants" She stopped look down and blushed, she was wearing grey leggings and there was a wet spot abpout 3 inches in diameter. She has not been back on it since.
  3. Yes hot (but not dry) sums it up. Though I have to say I am not sure which was the nicer sight watching her cleaning herself sat on the toilet or watching her chilling out watching BGT
  4. Just a quick post to let you know about am incident that happened just this afternoon. The weather in this part of the UK as been lovely. We had a BBQ and Sarah spent most of the afternoon relaxing in the sun in her bikini an dreading a novel It was about 2pm and I head gone to get a beer. When I got back to the garden Sarah had disappeared; however there the sun lounger was wet (see picture). At first I thought she had spilt her wine but no, on closer inspection it was definitely pee. I went upstairs to find her she was sat on the en-suite toilet with the door open cleaning herself, her bikini bottoms on the floor. I asked if she had had an accident; she admitted to wetting her bikini in a very matter of fact way rather than trying to hide it as usual. I think the wine was talking. I asked what happened she said she got a sudden urge, little warning and rather than peeing in the house on the way to the bathroom she had decided to just let it go. I could not believe how frank she was with me. The sight of her sat on the toilet wiping her bush was a real turn on.
  5. I am not sure if this post says more about me than Sarah my lovely wife; it concerns my almost obsessive habit of checking out her toilet visits to see if they have been successful. On average we are talking 4 visits per evening and maybe 6 at the weekends. That's 32 visits, now given that maybe 1/3 of the time one of us is out this leaves about 22 visits to the toilet per week for me to monitor. Out of those probably 20 are uneventful, however its the other 2 I am interested in, and over the course of a year this is over 100. As soon as Sarah goes in the en-suite I monitor the situation. There are 1 of three outcomes: I hear the toilet flush within 2 minutes – Sarah has had an uneventful pee I hear the toilet flush after 5-10 minutes and the door immediately open. - Sarah has had a poop I hear the toilet flush after 5-10 minutes and 5 minutes later she is still in the en-suite. - Sarah has had a mishap Once outcome 3 occurs I can either: Head upstairs and wait for her to come out. Wait for her to come out and walk into our bedroom Check the laundry basket later. Walk straight into the en-suite (if unlocked) and pretend I didn't know she was in. So as not to make it to obvious I use a combination of all 4. Although 1 is my favourite I cant use this more than 2 or 3 times a year. Now outcome 3 results in 1 of the following: Sarah leaves the bathroom minus underwear (panties and tights), usually she wears a skirt / dress so not obvious the the evidence will be in the laundry and if I am in the room I witness her putting on clean clothes. If she was wearing trousers / jeans she would leave the bathroom naked from the waist down (without her trousers if wet) Sarah leaves the bathroom naked form the waist down even if in a skirt / dress. This was a bigger accident and probably only happens 1 accident in 5. If I am in the bedroom while she is changing depending on her mood I will ask is he has had an accident (like I didn't know), what happened or how big it was. Sometimes she is more open with the details than others, maybe telling me she had a sudden urge and didn't make it. An example of this was last weekend when she was sunbathing in the garden in her bikini. She suddenly disappeared, it was clear we had scenario 3 so I went upstairs as she came out of the bathroom in just her bikini top (her landing strip in full view). I asked if she had wet herself, she admitted to not getting to the toilet in time. Other times she may sneeze and leak or just have a series of small dribbles. Whatever the circumstance love to watch her having to change but I do offer a shoulder if needed. If she hasn't put the evidence straight into the wash also I like to sneak back up later and exam the damage. I realise the I am a little obsessive but that you don't think be too weird. Jason
  6. Found these knickers in the laundry this morning. The wetting is not as dark as the other day. Proabably just dehydration. Not a sexy thong; sorry.
  7. Firstly thank you for experimenting I hope you enjoyed undertaking the test. Although we are trying to be more open with each other;specifically Sarah's toilet problems clearly as is stated she did not want me to see the evidence hence I have not mentioned it to her. Indeed she knows I post on this forum on this occasion I was after advice / opinions which I'm so glad has been provided. while she is out tomorrow I will check some more underwear and post if there is anything to report. Thanks again
  8. I don't think Sarah would take anything to make her need more urgent. As you can tell her bladder control is not the greatest at the best of times.
  9. Thank you for your comments. I will continue to monitor Sarah's underwear (as per usual) and note the colour of her stains. I am leaning towards dehydration as I know she often drinks very little in order to not fill her bladder and hence reduce the chance of wetting. One thing I am sure is that she is not on her period that ended over a week ago now.
  10. Last night Sarah rook the boys to swimming club. While the boys are swimming it is no usual for her to have a drink with the other mums in the local pub / restaurant. Last night I had been out and arrived home about 30 minutes after Sarah. I was surprised to find Sarah already in her pjs. Assuming she had maybe had a mishap and not wanting to bring the subject up I decided to check the laundry. The washer was on however so I was sure if she had wet the evidence would now be long gone. However well hidden at the bottom of the wash-bag I located her jeans and panties (pics attached). And yes she had wet and noticeably. When I don't know however her jeans were still set as were the gusset of her panties. I have a question for you ladies and this is out of genuine concern. Should Sarah's underwear be so dark? Is this natural? She would have worn them for no more than 8 hours. Though even a boil wash would not get them white to begin with.
  11. I was asked some time ago If Sarah had ever had an accident at work. Well after yesterdays incident I can categorically say the answer is Yes. I had gone in to work early so I could be home mid afternoon, tidy the house and pick the lads up from school. Sarah had gone into the office later (in a grey skirted suit and black tights) after dropping them off. She had said she may have to work late so I was not expecting her back before 6pm. However whilst in the lounge I heard the front door open. I walked into the hallway to see Sarah walking up the stairs. I immediately noticed she was not wearing her tights. Curious I followed her up. She went straight to the bathroom and was undoing her skirt when I asked if everything was OK. “No I've had an accident” came the replay as she undid her skirt and stepped out of it. She was naked from the waist down, I admired her shapely (if a little pale legs) and her neatly trimmed bush. “Out of spares?” I asked “Yes” “What happened” I was concerned but also desperate to know more details. “Get held up in a meeting and by the time I got to the toilet I had already started” She paused “I managed to pull my skirt up but went in my pants” “Why didn't you pull them down” “Because the splashing would have gone everywhere” “Could you not stop and pull them down?” “You know I can't stop mid flow, I couldn't even manage that before I had kids” This brought memories back of our university days when she started wetting once whilst giggling and just stood there shouting “I can't stop I can't stop”. Yes she was a little tipsy. At this point I could see she was getting a little annoyed at the inquisition so I retreated downstairs.
  12. Hello I thought it about time I made a contribution and recited an account concerning my wife Sarah. Since I last wrote I have witnessed just the one accident and that was fairly minor compared to some. Even so it is still worth telling. We had just had the weekly shopping delivered and there were a number of bags of food left just inside the front door; once the delivery man had left. Between us Sarah and I moved them through to the kitchen to put away. Now I don't know how prevalent this is amongst middle aged women but Sarah sometimes leaks when lifting, even when the items concerned are not particularly heavy. I passed Sarah in the hallway I was carrying a couple of bags (she wearing a white blouse, navy knee length skirt and tan tights). She had gone to collect the final two. As I put the bags down in the kitchen I heard a high pitch “Huhh”. I walked back in the hallway Sarah was in a half squat still holding the bags as though she had just begun to lift them. She looked down between her legs I followed her eyeline and saw a small puddle (only 2 inches across) on the laminate floor. She dripped a little before putting the bags down and running straight up the stairs. I carried the bags through to the kitchen and wiped the floor before heading upstairs where Sarah was already in a fresh pair of panties and tights and was just fastening her skirt up. “You OK sweetheart” I asked She nodded “Were you not wearing a pad” I asked “Clearly not” she snapped “I don't have to wear them around the house I am not a baby”. Clearly you do I thought, but kept my mouth shut. Does this kind of thing happen to other ladies out there? Like I said it wasn't a large leak and I think if she had been wearing a Tena then it would have been absorbed.
  13. Once again I have not posted for several months; where do I start? Well a lot has changed, mostly for the better I may add. For a start my relationship with Sarah is now on a much firmer footing. We are now (most of the time) a happy family, both of us agreeing to be more honest and open with each other. On my part I have admitted to being excited by her accidents, I have even admitted to publishing some of them online. She is tolerant of this and so for the first time I am writing with Sarah's consent. She has no interest in reading them and we have agreed some ground rules. Anonymity (though Sarah is her real name) No photographs though she will accept the one photo of her I have posted previously with her face blurred (attached again for reference). No mention of where we live The boys names are not used. In return I have promised to be sympathetic and help whenever possible; this I have always tried to do, she is my wife I love her and yes her accidents excite me but I never want to see Sarah humiliated or upset. Sarah has promised to be more open about her mishaps (I am not sure she has kept this part of the bargain though). For those who are not familiar with Sarah (See Sarah's Diaries). In summary she is my wife of 14 years and mother of our two sons aged 10 and 8. She is a slim, attractive red head. Th attached photo is now 4 years old but her shape and features remain unaltered. Sarah she has always had bladder issues, from leaving it to late and getting caught short, to dribbling slightly over time and having to change. So as you can imagine over the years there have been more than a handful of incidents. So enough of the introduction, justifications and explanations and more about my gorgeous Sarah's accidents. This year alone I have found dozens of soaked knickers in the laundry, damp jeans and the odd stained skirt. I have also seen Sarah noticeably wet 3 or 4 times and have witnessed a full blown flood. In addition to this I have also seen her squat twice outdoors when needing to go with very little warning. I will recall one incident in this post, it happened on Saturday morning February 17th. Sarah was downstairs hoovering I was in the en-site cleaning out the shower (I am now a new man who helps with the housework). Sarah was still in her grey pyjamas when she walked in. I thought she was about to use the toilet but instead for a few seconds she just stood there. When I looked up she had her back to me but it was obvious she was far to late, her bottoms were soaked right up the back and in patches down both legs. She began to peel off her pyjamas. I asked if she was OK, she gave me some comment like “Do I bloody look it” before apologising and saying that she was caught short doing the housework, the pushing and pulling of the hoover had been enough for her to start to pee. She admitted needing the toilet but thought she could wait until she had finished. I was going to make a comment but bit my tongue. I watched as she pulled off her soiled black panties revealing her untrimmed (winter plumage) pubic area. I asked if there was anything I could do before leaving; allowing her to clean up. I went downstairs to find a damp patch on the carpet about a foot across. I cleaned the carpet and no more was said about the incident.
  14. It has been some months since I last posted. Home life has been turbulent to say the least , however Sarah, myself and the boys remain a family if mainly for the sake of our children. For those who are not familiar with Sarah (See Sarah's Diaries). In summary she is my wife of 13 years and mother of our two sons aged 9 and 7. She is a slim, attractive red head. Sarah she has always had bladder issues, from leaving it to late and getting caught short, to dribbling slightly over time and having to change. So as you can imagine over the years there have been more than a handful of incidents. At the moment I can't help myself having a daily rummage through the laundry basket finding Sarah's wet underwear (example below) or damp/smelly jeans, stained skirts etc. I love to feel and smell her soiled underwear and often add a little of my own pee to them before putting them back. They are already so wet she would not notice. Does anybody else have this strange fetish or am I alone with this one? I will write again shortly but before I go let me just relay an incident which happened a fortnight ago. We were at a major out of town retail centre. Sarah was in tight jeans and boots. She didn't suddenly wet herself but I think dribbled over the course of an hour or so and had not realised just how wet she had got. She always wears Tena pads but it had clearly past its limited because I looked at Sarah's crotch to see a wet patch about an inch across. I signalled to Sarah who was mortified and quickly covered it up with a shopping bag. Sarah changed her underwear in the nearest toilets (she always carries spares) and tried to dry her jeans. We ended up going straight home which was no bad thing as I hate shopping. She sat on my waterproof golf top in the car so the seat didn't get wet. More to come very soon. Paul
  15. Croatia what a lovely place, stunning scenery, lovely weather charming people. We (myself, Sarah and the boys) stayed in a static caravan on a holiday park a stones throw from the beach, idyllic. Well that's my advert for Croatia now onto the details I hope you want to hear. So accounts of Sarah's mishaps only, no photos, no off topic discussions. I didn't have to wait long to encounter Sarah;s first mishap of the holidays, in fact we had been in the caravan less than ten minutes. I was unloading the car, (everything bar the kitchen sink it seemed) and putting it on our bed to be put away. I had asked for help from the boys however they had immediately gone off exploring. Having emptied the car I headed for the toilet, I pulled open the door, to be greeted by Sarah naked from the waist down, legs apart cleaning herself. The basin was full of soapy water, she had a towel in her hand, and her knickers still containing a panty liner and a knee length cotton skirt were on the floor of the shower. “Do you mind” she said abruptly “Shut the door” I did as asked but not before taking in the full glory of Sarah stood exposing her stubbled pubic area at the top of her pale but perfectly shaped legs. I went back to the bedroom and started to unpack knowing she would have to come in to get some dry clothes which she did a few minutes later, the towel wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to put on some clean knickers before removing the towel. I was going to ask about her accident but it was the start of the holiday and I didn't want to cause friction between us on the very first day. Most days we went to the beach Sarah read her book and chilled while I played with the lads in the sea. Sarah has never been one for going in the sea. It was noticeable however that at least 3 or 4 times a day she would go for a paddle and sit in the water for a few minutes. Most of the time she was going for a pee though sometimes I could see she was wet before she sat down, in this case she was clearly going to clean up and wash away the incriminating evidence. It was half way through the holidays and apart from numerous pairs of soiled panties and the odd stained pair of shorts I had not witnessed anything like I had hoped considering we were in such close proximity with little chance of hiding a mishap. That was until the Saturday night. We had gone to the camps Saturday evening entertainment which finished with a disco. Sarah was wearing a white thigh length top, short black skirt and black leggings as it did get cool in the evenings, though I do think the leggings were a cover for the high absorbent panty liner she was wearing which would have been visible in such a short skirt. The entertainment had concluded and we started the 800 yard walk back to the caravan. Sarah and I were holding hands and chatting the boys having disappeared into the distance racing to see who could get back first. Sarah paused and held her stomach. “Are you OK darling” I enquired “I need the toilet” she replied “Its only another few hundred yards can you hold on” “I think so” she replied However we had gone no more than a few strides when I heard her begin to swear under her breath and I looked down to see pee streaming over her high heeled shoes, so much for the panty liner I thought. “Keep walking” I said almost having to drag her along. “Its dark people wont notice just keep walking” She did though by the time we got to the caravan she really was obviously walking like someone in wet pants, which off course she was. I open the door and ushered the lads off to play ball for a while in order to avoid the awkward questions. I nipped back to see how she was and get an eyeful. She even thanked me for being understanding.
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