AlphaBladder

Yes, of course! She almost never uses it, but just in case, I always make sure we remember the safe word we both came up with for whenever we do anything pee related.

They gross me out, and my wife agrees. I can’t remember the last time I used one. One thing that does excite me is that because my wife avoids them at all costs, if she gets in line for one, it means that she really has to go. I think that’s the case for a lot of people.

I’ve purposefully peed my pants in snow pants many times, but I don’t think I’ve had a genuine accident. My wife, on the other hand, grew up in a hot climate, so when she came here and had to wear snow pants, she had many “mishaps.” I think that’s how I got a snow pants fetish.

A few weeks ago, me and my wife went to a wedding reception. She wore a beautiful dress, but I guess she didn’t have hear bladder in mind when she wore the incredibly tight shape wear underneath. After a couple hours, she wanted to go home. That was fine by me because we weren’t planning on staying the whole time anyway. She was a bit tipsy, so it was fun watching her smile and laugh and blush super hard while squirming in her seat. She begged me to pull over, but I refused. If you were there and saw her squirming around like that, I don’t think you would have pulled over either. I was super horny by the time we pulled into the driveway. When I unlocked the door, she tried to bolt inside, but I stopped her and began making out with her. We made out all the way to the bathroom. She begged me to let her pee first, and I did. She wrestled with her spandex, but she was figuring a losing battle. She asked me to help, but it was just too hot seeing her desperately trying to rip off her spandex. She fought and fought, but it ultimately beat her, and she wet herself in front of the toilet. I finally helped her take it off, and you can fill in the blanks of how we spent the rest of the night.

One of my favorite things to do when I’m in public with my wife is use the bathroom and then ask my wife if she’s ready to go. She then gives me a death glare because the line hasn’t moved at all for her.

Jeans. I don’t remember, I think it just poured a bunch of baking soda on it for good measure

She was, I just forgot to include that detail because a full on accident in a pad is like throwing a paper towel into a lake

My wife is the same way, super stubborn about holding it. But her bladder isn’t really that great, so she usually has no choice but to pee in a place besides a bathroom. Lol, thank you. She is both. It makes it super fun whenever we are out together and it’s just me and her.

I’m fortunate enough to have seen this happen in person on a few occasions.

I’ve seen this play out a few times in real life, and I guess there are some “unwritten rules” I’ve seen get played out in my family or otherwise (for women at least): -when its the kids and mom, kids first, mom last -elderly lady or pregnant woman goes first (if both need to pee, depends how desperate they are) -if everyone is an adult, then first come first serve -if a woman is really desperate, at home, people are nice enough to let her go first. In public, it’s a different story. I feel like that in public, especially in a long line, those women have been waiting for a while, so they are eager to get into a stall

I know, I know, another really long post. But if you can fight your social media-decreased attention span, I’m sure you’ll like this story. The weather was actually nice recently, for once. Me and my wife decided to go out and about after dinner, no where in particular. We stopped for some ice cream after a while, and after that we just kept on driving around. I noticed that she was crossing her legs while sitting in the passenger seat, so I suspected that she hadn’t used the bathroom in a while. My suspicions were proven correct after her hand slowly slipped down into her crotch. I still didn’t say anything. I wanted to see how desperate she would get before she piped up. After a little bit, she looked at me with that concerned look and asked me to pull over. In typical me fashion, I told her that she would have to wait because I didn’t know where she could discreetly pee. She sighed heavily and grabbed her crotch a little more. I’m sure I could have found a public bathroom or dumpster for her to pee behind, but if you’ve read my posts, you know that both me and my wife love to torture her. Only 10 minutes went by and she was crossing her legs every few seconds, leaning forward, and rubbing her crotch. That’s when we saw a gas station. ”Babe there’s a gas station right there, pull over!” “Where, I don’t see it?” ”ITS RIGHT THERE!” I pretended to not notice until it was too late. “UUUGGGHH YOU ASSHOLE!” I couldn’t stop laughing as her face turned bright red. “CMON, I’m gonna pee myself!” “You know what the punishment is for peeing in the seat right?” “It’s not my fault that you won’t pull over!” “Just hold it in then.” “I CANT!!!” This teasing went on for some time. (BTW, that punishment is a spanking. We love doing this. If she can’t hold it, she gets spanked. At least, when the kids are asleep) She kept squirming around for a while. Her urge got worse. Her squirming was much harder, and so was, something else. I finally pulled into a gas station and offered to escort her to the bathroom, but she refused. She was afraid I was going to try something, and to her credit, I do do that a lot. I sat in my car and watched the whole ordeal. She went up to the bathroom and pulled the handle, but it didn’t budge. She banged on the door and potty danced in front of it. It started off small. She tried to not make a big scene and was trying her best to not use her hands or bend over. Only thing was now she looked like she was running in place. She banged on the door again. This time she couldn’t take it. She doubled over and shoved her hands in her crotch. Her pants fell slightly off her waist, flashing her ass crack to the whole world. She didn’t notice because all her attention was on her bladder. I probably should have told her that gas station bathrooms usually require a key from the employee to unlock, but I held back, wanting to watch the show. She appeared as if she was about to try and pop a squat, but with no privacy, she aborted and potty dance-ran back to the car. “Oh my god, I have to go so bad! Hurry up and get home!” “You could just pee your pants.” ”NO!” It was only a few minutes till we reached home, but for her (in her down words) it felt like hours. When we pulled into the driveway, she snatched the keys from me, so I couldn’t take my time opening the door. But she was so frantic, she kept fumbling with the keys, it probably would have been faster if I went really slow and tease her. I put my hand on her lower back and immediately noticed how sweaty it was. Not sure if this is a gross detail for some of you, but me personally, imaging a woman being so desperate that the sweat from her back is dripping down into her crack, turns me on instantly. Her crotch was wet, it was showing from the front and back. She had been leaking for a while. She kept whimpering as she tried to u lock the door, but her balder finally gave up, and she dumped the entire contents of her bladder through her pants and onto the from porch. She practically cried tears of joy. She must have peed for almost a minute. When she finally finished, she got the door unlocked and immediately went straight to our bedroom. Before I did the same, I checked the passenger seat. Small dark spot. Her ass would be red tonight. When I got in the bedroom, she was stripping down. She lifted up her pants and inspected the damage. Same with her panties. I undid my belt, letting her hear the jangling of my buckle before sliding it out. “I saw the puddle.” She blushed super hard. “I guess it’s too late to negotiate?” Indeed, it was. She bent over and put her hands on the bed. I gave her a good spanking and, uh, well, let’s just say she didn’t have to move from that position, quite so immediately.

It’s 98% of the time happenstance. I remember one instance of this happening a few years ago. She was bursting while I was driving and there really wasn’t any time to find a bathroom, so I tried to find a parking lot or alleyway or something for her to pee in. I pulled into the parking lot of a fast food place, but there was really nowhere for her to pee discreetly. She really wasn’t too hot on the idea of exposing herself so publicly, but she was ready to burst, so she gave up and peed her pants just outside the car in the parking lot.

I was at a bar and had too much to drink, but I kept putting off going to the bathroom because I was having too much fun. When I finally went, the mens room had to be closed because a pipe bursted or something along those lines. I just ended up peeing in the parking lot in between to cars. Another time this happened to my wife. Ironically, it was at the same bar, but this was many years later. Something happened in the ladies room and it had to be closed. Obviously the ladies were pissed but they ended up using the mens room. The line ended up being super long and my wife couldn’t hold it.

I never have accidents. I can probably count the number of times I’ve leaked into my underwear on one hand. I still drink a lot and put myself in risky situations but I have a strong bladder, so I’m fine. My wife is the complete opposite. Leaks are very common for her, and accidents are not uncommon. She has a small bladder and some bladder problems, so she’s pretty used to wet panties.

Me and my wife do the exact exact same thing! Toilet lines are also our favorite scenario, probably because I’ve seen my fair share, and my wife has experienced way more than her fair share.