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  1. I went up with my wife to visit her family on Thanksgiving. We were talking about a concert at a large venue in town and someone there mentioned they always though about needing to pee. Someone else proceeded to ask why, and she explained that she was going to a concert with a friend and got stuck in traffic on the way there. Apparently they were stuck on a bridge on the way there and barely moving. She had to pee so badly that she was telling her friend she had to stop the car because she was about to pee. Friend proceeded to yell at her, telling her that she better not pee in her new car and they she couldn't stop there. She didn't go into any more detail, but she somehow managed to hold on until they go there. Apparently she held on so long it damaged something and it hurt to pee for a while after that, though she made a full recovery. I can only imagine, because I have been in traffic on that bridge, and know what that area is like, and it was at least 30 minutes until they got to the venue, and possibly an hour. My wife was staring at me the entire time she was telling the story, and on thew way back she made a comment about not wanting to end up hurting herself like that. I had to explain to her that what that woman did was keep holding for another hour beyond when she gave in because it hurt too much and that she wasn't going to injure herself with what we were doing.
  2. Those are some good points - I don't really have to try when it's family (or kids, ick), that's just naturally an unerotic situation. Friends it will definitely pop into head, though, even if I don't really get turned on. I would say the only times I have to consciously fight it is when it's my wife who is desperate and there's people I know around. A perfect example is when we're on a family trip and she has to pee but there's nowhere to stop. There's definitely been some awkward moments where I had to hide a very obvious erection.
  3. I know all of my stories are normally about my wife, but here's one of my own. Without diving into details, I have difficulty peeing due to some nerve damage after a car wreck. For the first ~5 months after the car wreck, I actually had to use a catheter each time I peed (its kinda better now, but not all of the way). About 3 months after the wreck I had been home from the hospital for a couple weeks when I had to go back in for another surgery. I don't remember the exact specifics (thank god) but I do clearly remember waking up after the surgery and having to pee BAD. I told the nurse I needed to pee, and she brought me the urinal container. I then tried to explain to her that I couldn't use that, I had to have a catheter. It took a while to explain this, and once she realized what I was talking about they apparently had to put in an order in their system for the catheter since it wasn't something they had there in the recovery area. I don't know how long it took, but it felt like ages. The catheter had a bag attached, which held 1 Liter, and I completely it filled up. They actually had to order in a 2nd one since they wouldn't re-use that one, but it was thankfully no longer urgent.
  4. The girl I mentioned above had been trying to hook up with me all night. Pretty sure it really was just a hook-up, but I had no interest in her.
  5. She's told me she has never peed herself and I have no reason to believe she is lying. Until the last 3-4 years she had a truly iron bladder and was only limited by pain on how long she could hold it (her record was ~1300ml, and she still wasn't leaking). I don't think she ever voluntarily let out anything more than a small leak (only exception was a few times when she got interrupted and pulled up her pants but took a few seconds to cut off the flow). As mentioned, even now the most she does is leak. She does kegals like crazy and its like her muscles are too strong to just completely give out. That said, I feel like its only a matter of time before she completely loses it, but it will take something extreme like being stuck in traffic for a long time or hiking but there's too many people for her to pee next to the trail before she gets there.
  6. Well, my wife knows about it so whenever someone else (like her sister!) is talking about needing to pee, she will commonly shoot me a look. Same thing if a character in a show does it. I guess that's another reason I need that poker face!
  7. I'm curious how many others have experienced this, but are there times you had to "turn off" your omo fetish for one reason or another? For me, its usually when its family related (such several times my SIL was dying to pee in the car when I was driving). This weekend, I had a less-comfortable one. I was at an all-day marching band competition, and the bathrooms were WAY away from where we were loading and set up, plus there were several bus rides. As a result I must have heard "I am dying to pee" at least 15 times. The problem is that they were almost all underage (and I obviously won't relay them here). It was actually much easier since they were underage and even thinking about that was more than enough to keep from getting "excited." It was a little more complicated when they were 18+. There were a few times I saw adults obviously desperate to pee. There was one time in particular, though, with a student where I know the girl was 18 so I will give a brief account (I was still standing in front of over 100 school kids, so very much thinking about something else to avoid a "situation" and don't have specific details on what she was doing). We had eaten, then gone back to the competition so we could see the last band then find out who made finals. However, when we got there, they were running ahead and we had to rush to the stands before they announced the results, then we waited through the presentation, then stayed afterwards for a debrief. About 15 minutes in, I saw a drum major lean over to the director, who then said "Alice, you can go to the bathroom." She shook her head, but she was obviously in dire need. About a minute later, drum major shouted "Come on Alice, you are obviously dying up there." Sure enough, she was actually starting to cry! Finally, a couple minutes later, the director said "Ok, I'm done, will you just go pee?" at which point her and another girl sprinted full speed to the bathroom.
  8. I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind. Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything. Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around). What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash. "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked. "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her. "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground. "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?" Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked. That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment. To answer your last question: I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  9. Depends on which you are talking about. If we're talking about the cat on her bladder, she has never fully lost control. In fact, she has never fully lost control a single time. The must I have ever seen is a solid leak (or even a series of them). However, the most that even happens with the cat is a tiny leak. The bed is about 3 seconds from the toilet, so it would never be more than that anyway. When having sex, it depends on the position. Whenever we do it doggy-style, she isn't able to pee AT ALL. Its like we were designed together in that respect, lol. Any other position, though, and she is squirting constantly. We have a waterproof blanket we use, but in cases like this in the morning we just end up with a wet bed.
  10. EXACT same thing with my wife. Whats funny is it's usually the cat hopping on top of her (it's his thing to climb on us so we will pet him). Happens at least once a week. Another related thing: we will have sex in the morning occasionally. If I wake up first, I can try to get her going before her morning pee. Sometimes she will jump up and run to the bathroom as soon as I wake her, but usually she won't say anything until I'm inside her, at which point she starts panicking and begging me to hurry up. Naturally, I do whatever I can to put extra pressure on her bladder (unless she says not to, obviously).
  11. *** Content warning: there's sex at the end of this post*** This weekend, we went out again and had some more pee-holding fun, this time on our own schedule and not whatever the school was doing. We left in the morning to see the eclipse, which required driving a few hours. We stopped along the way, but when finally got there she apparently needed to go again because she said: "Finally, I can't wait to pee!" We've been to this city before, and there is a long stretch of shops with minimal bathrooms - basically, there's one on one end at the main square, and another a block off at the visitor's center. I wasn't really trying to orchestrate it, but where we ended up parking was on the other side of main street from the visitors center, which meant we weren't really going to be passing either of them. However, even an hour later there was still no outward sign. I chalked it up to the fact that she hadn't been drinking much water so even though she was full when we got there, not much else went in. Then, we decided to get something to eat. After figuring out where to go, she immediately said: "Thank god, because I have to pee SO BAD!" Score! Still no outward signs, but once we got there and were standing in line to get seated she started squirming around. Without even sitting down, she dropped her bag at the table and hurried inside. Not long after we finished eating, we headed out to the next stop - a distillery holding a festival of some kind. It was a little over an hour away, which meant that her bladder should be holding up nicely by the time we got there. It could use some extra hope there, so I helpfully asked if she wanted me to stop to get something to drink. I knew the answer would be yes, so I stopped to get her a soda. Then, as if by a miracle, there was a lot of traffic. Finally, about 45 minutes later, we made it to the cutoff towards the distillery, though it was still over 30 minutes away. What was great about this drive was that there was seriously nowhere to stop until we got there. Not a single business, just a winding, but relatively busy, road with nowhere to hide. There was still no mention from her about needing to pee, so I decided to prod her a little. I don't know why, but I still get nervous asking her these things, but after working myself up to it for a couple minutes I finally asked it: "So, do you think you could hold your pee for me on the way home?" She paused and sighed "Yeah, I guess I can do that." "What, not in your plans for today?" "No, its just that I have to pee REALLY bad right now, and I'm trying not to think about it." That went better than I could have hoped for, and I wanted to keep the conversation going. "Oh, well you know we still have like 30 minutes to go, right?" "Fuck, I didn't realize it was that long, I don't know if I can make that" "Well, there's nowhere to stop on this road, so I don't think you have a choice." After I said that she groaned again, then squeezed her legs together. We were still talking some but she just got progressively quieter. Ironically, this is one of the few occasions when I would actually speed up a lot since its a fun, windy, road, but we were stuck behind a car going at or below the speed limit. Then, with 15 minutes left, the road went from a rural highway to a small, narrow, windy road that was technically part of a state park and this badly maintained. I honestly forgot about this part since it had been years since we were out here, and not 30 seconds in, we hit a big bump. "Oh shit, I just peed a little" She said as she crossed her legs tightly. "Why does this road have to be so fucking bumpy!" I was starting to feel a little bad, when I said "OK, I'll go as fast as I can now that the stupid car isn't in front of us." "Oh thank you, its really starting to hurt. I really not sure if I'm going to make it like this" Not 1 minute later, though, we ended up behind another car. She groaned loudly and crossed her legs tighter. It seemed like we were at the mercy of this road, and all she could do was find a way to hold on. Every few minutes she would squeeze the arm rest, or ask me how close we were. Finally, when I hit a stop light, we saw a sign for it. She pressed a hand between her legs and started bouncing in her seat while making a "Oooooooo" sound. Then, at long last, were were there. However this was just the beginning because the road into it was a washed out VERY bumpy gravel road. She was in really bad shape, bent forward with a pained expression on her face, so I wanted to get her as close as possible. The problem was that it was very crowded. "There, park there!" she shouted, pointing at a spot." "This is so far away, let me find something closer." I turned down a row, and immediately hit a huge pothole and heard her scream. "I just peed, find a fucking spot already!" Not wanting to argue, I basically made up a spot to stop. She paused before opening the door, and grabbed her crotch again. "Fuck, they won't care if I pee right here, right?" She looked around, clearly serious. "Yeah, I don't think they would like that, plus there's people driving by constantly" "Stupid fucking decency laws" she swore, removing her hand and hurrying towards the entrance. Not wanting to let a good situation go to waste, I helpfully said "Well, its probably just as well we parked back there, I don't think your bladder would have made it over all of these bumps." "Well, Its not doing great with this, either." She clearly wasn't in the mood, so I decided not to press any more. As we walked past the entrance, I pointed at the bathrooms before she could even ask. She tried to hurry up, but after the 2nd step she pause and crossed her legs for a second. It seems like no matter how bad she has to go, even if she's leaking, she refuses to hold herself out in the open like this. Regaining her compose, she walked towards the bathroom, only this time with each step she would cross her leg across to the other side. It was painfully obvious what was going on, and normally people just turn their heads and ignore things. However, everyone here was drinking which changes things. There were some people near the walkway, and a guy grabbed the woman next to him and said "Watch out, this lady is in a hurry!" My wife seemed to ignore him, her eyes fixed on the bathroom. As she hurried past, they guy said "You're close! You've got a serious pee pee dance going on there!" It is so unbelievably hot that she has to go so obviously that someone else commented on it! I had to start thinking about other things to avoid a "situation", and thankfully I was carrying her jacket to cover things up in the meantime. When she came out a couple minutes later, the guy again said: "Well, you look a little more relaxed!" "You have no idea!" She answered "You make it OK?" She blushed, before answering "Kinda". Holy shit! That whole exchange was so amazing, I still barely believe it happened. This was literally only the 2nd time I've ever had someone else comment on it out in the public, and I always wonder if they are into it like we are. On top of it, she admitted to losing control. I didn't ask her at the time, but what happened was that she had leaked a little a number of times on the way over, but none were large. However, she did have several large leaks walking in. As a result her panties were very wet, but there wasn't much on her pants, which were thankfully black. The alcohol kept flowing, but she never really go desperate again since there are obviously bathrooms around. Later that afternoon we moved to a nearby brewery that also had stuff going on outdoors until it was finally time to go. With me driving, I had only drunk half of my beer. She drained the last of her beer, then quickly downed the remaining half of mine, and we each had a small cup of water. On the way out, we both stopped at the bathrooms, and as we were walking to the car, she told me: "We have enough water in the car still, but can you stop and get me a soda? It will help me hold it" then winked. Well, it was clear the hold was still happening! It was about an hour and a half home, and considering that she had just drunk a lot of beer, and wanted a soda, this was looking real good. We had been laughing and having fun when she started getting quiet. "This sucks, I'm sobering up." she said. "No, there's no way your sobering up, you just drank a lot." "I am, and if you're still wanting to have sex, another beer would help." Wait, sex was on the table? I just assumed she would hold it, then we would have sex after. We were still ~45 minutes from home and I was honestly wondering if she would be able to make it. If she went now, she would still be needing to pee when we got home. "Do you want to grab something from the grocery store? There's one right up here." "No way, if I go inside I won't be able to resist their bathroom" Wow, she really was that desperate! I had to make an offer, so I asked her: "Hey, you can go pee th..." "What?" She interrupted. "I'm holding it for you." OK, that answered that. I quickly exited, unfortunately finding nothing there. I messed around for a few minutes until I finally found a place to stop and got her beer, which she poured into her large coffee mug. Back on the road, it was only a few minutes before we hit a bump and she bent forward. "Oh fuck, I have to pee!" I really wanted to have sex, and I was afraid that if she ended up like what happened a couple weeks prior nothing was going to happen, so I again asked her: "Look, we're 45 minutes away and I don't want you to loose it. If you pee now and drink more water you'll still be desperate at home." She looked at me annoyed and asked me "Holding it like this turns you on, right?" "Yeah" "Well then I'll find a way to hold it." OK, that settled it. I pretty much gave up on sex, though. As we traveled home, she progressed through the same stages of desperation as other times. As we exiting the highway, she asked me: "So, you want to do me in the car?" Caught off guard, all I could come up with was "Yeah, but if we do you're going to pee all over my seats" "Fuck, your right. How about next to the car?" "Sorry, I don't think there's anywhere on the way that secluded." "Dammit, I guess I can hold it, but you better hurry!" She was totally silent the remaining time, only squirming and bouncing in her seat. Finally, with our house in sight, she panted: "OK you grab the blanket while I get dressed. I have to pee SO BADLY OH MY GOD" she yelled as she jammed a hand between her legs. She was already undressing as she ran in the door. I ran around looking for our sex blanket, and by the time I found it she already hand her pants off and a hand buried in her crotch. She just bounced in place, whimpering, while I set it out and threw off my clothes. She jumped up, and got on her hands and knees, but her legs were still tight together while waited on me. When I ran to get the lube, she yelled out: "I'm ready, I don't need it, just HURRY" I ignored her since I knew she WOULD need it, and climbed behind her. When I reached in her pussy, I immediately felt a huge, firm, protrusion from her bladder. This was one of the fullest she had been when we had sex ever, and definitely the most in the past 5 years. I slid in, going gently, and with each partial thrust the moaned as I compressed her bladder. Then, when I was finally all the way inside, her moans changed to those of pleasure. She kept it up, getting louder until she climaxed less than 30 seconds latter. She screamed loudly, until her orgasm finished. Then, seconds later, she was back focusing on her bladder. "Oh shit, I have to pee. I have to PEE. I HAVE TO PEE, HURRY UP" Normally, I wouldn't be far behind, but there were a few problems. She had been so concerned with keeping from losing control, she hadn't been playing with me at all. Combined with worrying about driving perfectly since there was beer in the car and then rushing to get things ready, I wasn't as far along as normal. The bigger problem, though, was our cat. He was meowing at us VERY loudly, since it was now 5 hours past his normal meal time. I kicked him off the bed several times until he climbed in front of my wife. I was so close to telling my wife to hold on for a second while I locked the cat somewhere, but I didn't. Instead, I focused on her increasingly loud cries for me to hurry and was finally able to finish. The second I pulled out, she jumped up and ran to the toilet. She peed loudly, and when I walked in to watch, I noticed that she had a hand between her legs still. She gave herself another orgasm while she was still peeing, then as soon as she was done she jumped back into bed with her magic wand and had another massive orgasm. ***This is probably the last time we're going to be out like this for a while as it is quite expensive. I'm still hoping to have more outings, but they won't be as often or as long. I'll keep you filled in as they happen, though!
  12. Its fine! Definitely not mad at you. A little annoyed at the guy who upload it, but if you put something online you have to assume it's going to get reposted somewhere. Ironically, I was going to re-edit that clip, but now I can't find it! I know I kept everything, so it must be on my offline backup. One of these days I'll get to it....
  13. Yep, that's mine, and yes I did try to take them all down. I'm on the fence about taking this one down, though. It does show some of her face, but its also pretty tame. If there's anyone who likes this video, I recommend ripping it now since I may have it removed at some point. That said, I've been adding a few to my own ThisVid; I might actually re-load this one with better blurring on her face, and private-lock it.
  14. Thank you! I've been writing stories for years but I rarely post anything, so its always good to hear feedback. I actually have a couple hundred pages written, I just need to nail the plot (it keeps drifting) and tweak everything to line up. One of these I will start posting it here, but I am notoriously bad about finishing projects so who knows. Anyway, I always worry about these stories seeming fictional since I write some of them in that style (plus some are a little over the top, even if they are true.) Still, I enjoy retelling it in a more entertaining way.
  15. Its been very hit or miss - there hasn't been a lot of holding-for-fun over the past few years (between COVID, family issues, job issues and health problems that all lead to mental health issues), so its mostly just been me enjoying when she is caught out, and when she did hold it seemed like it was more for my benefit than her really being into it. However the stars seems to align a couple months back and most of that has cleared up. In particular, she got a new job that she actually enjoys and has been horny constantly for the past month which has led to a lot more fun! We're making a day trip (or possibly overnight depending on how much we want to drive in a day) this weekend to see the eclipse, so I'm hoping for more! That's what is amazing about her - she likes staying very well hydrated so she is always drinking water! She has a half-gallon water jug with her basically always, and a gallon one for when we are out all day. Even when she isn't purposefully holding it, she gets desperate as a result. It seems like she waits until she is quite desperate to ask about / start looking for a bathroom. Once she does mention it, within 10-15 minutes she is normally visibly squirming. Apparently she has been this way her whole life - as a kid she would get so into whatever she was doing that she wouldn't even realize she had to go until her bladder was screaming at her. To this day, when she is doing something (whether it is chores like cleaning the house or something she enjoys like gardening) I will see her running to the bathroom when she finally stops to pee. Apparently she does the same at work, and at least once a week she will tell me that she leaked a little on the way to the bathroom. Reading all of this, it really is like she was custom-made for someone with this fetish!
  16. This past weekend was another marching competition, again almost 2 hours away. I went into it hoping for another repeat on the way up, but didn't quite get there. This time we were maybe 10 minutes away when she said she needed to pee, instead of almost an hour. Nothing else was said, apart from her squirming around some, until we got there. There were no bathrooms in sight, so that meant you had to go into the stadium. We stayed at the trailers for about 15 minutes until we finally got our wrist bands to get in, at which point my wife finally said "Ok, I REALLY have to pee, where are the bathrooms?" About 5 other girls/women chimed in and said "over by the concessions, but good luck! The lines are super long!" I got very excited, hoping to see her dancing around in line, but when I got there the line was gone. They must have just gotten there are the same time as another group. The way back was more interesting, though! Neither of us had been drinking enough water, so when we got to our car we both split the 2L bottle of water. We then stopped at the grocery store and each got another bottle of water, a Gatorade, and my wife got 2 tallboys (24oz/~700 mL beer cans) which she poured in the now empty water bottle. This time we went back a different route, which was slightly longer. The reasons were split between me wanting a more interesting route, me wanting to avoid major highways, and the fact that there was almost nowhere to stop on the way back. Fast forward an hour and she had drunk most of the gatorade and probably about half of the beer (meaning the equivalent of 2 normal cans). As we passed sketchy-looking gas station she said: "Well, that place looks nasty. Also, I'm guessing you want me to hold it, right?" "Yeah, that would be nice" I quickly answered. Nothing more was said for another 20 minutes when she said: "OK, I definitely need to pee now. How far away are we?" I glanced down at the map before telling her "a little over 30 minutes" "OK, I can do that" Score! I figured she had misjudged how fast her bladder would fill with that beer, plus when I checked again I realized it had said 37 minutes, not 32. Oh well, that's not too much different, right? Also, this was the last place we could possibly stop at before we got home, so she was going to have to hold it unless she wanted to go next to the road, which would be nearly impossible where we were. She was squirming around a lot, and 15 minutes later she asked me how far, so I told her "about 20 minutes." "Oh god, its only been 10 minutes?" "Well, a little more than that" "Oh this is going to be really bad. I have to pee SOOO bad!" "Well, I know you can make it, I believe in you." "That's easy for you to say, you haven't been drinking beer!" She was silent for the next ~15 minutes until we finally exited the rural highway we were on and she finally spoke up. "Oh this really sucks, are we almost home?" "About 10 minutes" I answered. "Unnnngggg, this really hurts!" she said as she banged her fist on the door a couple times. "Its so bumpy, why do our roads suck?!" It wasn't glass smooth, but it wasn't bad by any measure. I guess when your bladder is that full, anything hurts. Unfortunately, it was completely dark and there were no street lights so I had a hard time see what she was doing. About a minute later we finally got to a light stretch and I saw that she was rocking back and forth. Then, when we hit an actual bump, she screamed out loud and shoved a hand between her legs and bent forward in her seat. I was enjoying this so much, but I was starting to feel sorry for her some. As much as it turned me on, I don't like seeing her truly in pain like this. Another minute and she had removed her hand, but she was now breathing in short gasping breaths. We came up to a turn on to the main street leading to our neighborhood, and the light turned yellow. I had two options: I could either stop and wait about 2 minutes, or hurry trough the light and hit the large bumps in the intersection at speed. I chose the later, telling her "hold on!" before I hit them. She must not have been paying attention because when I bounced through the intersection a few seconds later she screamed out and jammed both hands between her legs. "Ohhhhhh, why? WHY?!" "It was that or wait at the light and I'm trying to get you home." She just moaned for a little bit before finally responding "OK, but I just peed, and its about to happen again!" At this point she opened her legs briefly while unzipping her pants and slid a hand inside. "Fucking spanks, I can't put any direct pressure!" she said as she rocked back and forth. "Oh god, oh goooood, oh god" she whimpered. We were now 4 minutes from home, and I honestly wasn't sure if she could make it. She was constantly whimpering and moaning. I really was feeling sorry for her, I had never seen her this bad off before. Finally entering our neighborhood, her moaning had escalated before she finally said "I can't do this.... It hurts so bad.... I think I just felt a tear come out!" When our house finally came into sight she started making these rapid "ooh ooh ooh" sounds while bouncing in the seat. She bolted out of the car as the car was stopping, and hurried to the door, bent forward, as fast as she could. She had to pause as she opened the door, bending forward with her legs crossed around her hand. She struggled at the door, initially putting in the door code incorrectly. Once it finally opened, she hobble into the bathroom. Now finally in good light, there was a noticeable wet spot visible from behind her. I finally caught up to her as she entered the bathroom, but she was having trouble with the spanx. She had obviously started peeing as she entered the bathroom as I could see a wet streak going down one of her legs. She finally got them down, sighing loudly as she finally starting peeing properly. I timed it, and it took her 57 seconds to finish, even after what she had leaked. I looked, and her spank were completely saturated, which is to be expected since it was dripping down her legs. I really did feel bad, but it must not have traumatized her too much, because she threw me on the bed and we had sex almost immediately after!
  17. Yeah, that was post renovation.
  18. It is! This city is well known for its quirky-ness, but so much of it is gone. This is one of the last places that really feels like the old city. Honestly, its more of a dive bar where they slapped a stage outside of it, but thats part of what I love about the place. Its really popular with indie bands and it has a cool and intimate layout. It attracts a lot of well know people despite its size, so I've gotten to see groups in a way smaller setting than they normally play at. Also, it used to regularly feature on the "worst bathrooms in the (very large) city" list, but they renovated them since I was last there 8+ years ago. Still not great, but also not terrible.
  19. This isn't directly related, more the other way around. I was at a club last night for a concert, and the bathrooms said "Sit" and "Stand". I went into the "Stand" side obviously, thinking was just a clever way of saying it was the mens room (like beards/buns, tree/bush, etc). Nope, it was 100% urinals. There were 5 of them lining the wall, and sinks on the other side. I was thinking that it must be even worse since now some of the men were going into what was originally the women's side. I went into the "Sit" room later that night, though, and there were 7 or 8 stalls in there. It looked like they had knocked out a wall and extended it as it was twice the size of the "stand" side. Being a metal (or noise rock, if you are getting technical) concert, it was a lot more guys, so they were the ones waiting in line and not the other way around. Ironically this would have been a totally appropriate time to go into the other side!
  20. Thank you! I still can't believe it happened, honestly. Every one of these things has happened before, though it's been years for some of them, but the fact that they all happened one after the other is simply amazing. Show just got a new job and is much happier, so I'm hoping we're going to start doing more things similar to this again, like we used to. One more thing - the last part with the vibrator is something that I have never seen happen before, and the way I described it (for the sake of flowing the story) makes it seem even more ridiculous. Also, I was busy and had to leave, so I didn't get to fully edit before I posted. When she is really horny, it doesn't matter how good I am, she's going to need more, so she keeps her magic wand handy. Sometimes she'll grab it after I roll over, but sometimes she'll use it while we are doing it doggie style. I have to admit it feels amazing, and usually does the trick for her. What happened this time is that was so turned on (and tired from being out all day) that she just kinda collapsed down where she was after I pulled out. It worked out great for her because there was a pillow under her which kept the vibrator pressed on her clit without much effort. I watched her for at least a minute, maybe two, as slow kept having an almost continuous orgasm. It was super hot because I was directly behind her and I could see pee cascading to the blanket each time she climaxed. Then, I noticed her making different noises. Sometimes she will get so into the orgasms that she wants to keep thing even as they get stronger and stronger, until finally she has had enough and pulls away the vibrator. This time, though, she was laying on top of it. I realized she was fumbling around with the switch but all she had managed to do was turn it even higher, and she was orgasming so much she lost control. I ended up having to reach down to turn it off for her. After she caught her breath, she got up and shook her hands off, then laid back on her back. I actually got the chance to slide a finger in before she started back up, and was surprised that I could still feel her bladder a little from inside, meaning she still had to go somewhat badly. I guess that just proved how full she was before. This time she turned on high and came almost as soon as it hit her clit. When she got up I had moved the blanket down with this in mind, and it was a good thing because when she came this time she pulled up the vibrator and sprayed pee past the end of the bed, thankfully landing of dirty clothes (again, this isn't the first time). She came several more times, and after the 3rd orgasm it seemed like she just kept peeing. There was a huge pool of pee at her butt, but because I slid the blanket down she wasn't paying attention and was only partway on the blanket and soaked her side of the sheet. My biggest regret is that I didn't record ANYTHING! We've made and sold videos in the past, and while we don't sell them anymore I will still record things for myself. I was just so focused on enjoying it, it didn't even cross my mind.
  21. Thanks! It doesn't does for me as well. Sometimes it will happen almost out of nowhere (I rub her back, say something sexy, she hears a song that turns her on, etc) and its a good indication I should start paying more attention to her! I don't have the anatomy so I could be off, but I feel like its similar to when a guy starts to get an erection and has to adjust. The difference is that it happens way quicker for her and its way easier to stimulate. Now, for the finale! I still can't believe how this whole day went. This day was pretty much straight out of my fantasies. I will always plan out my "ideal" day when we go out for the day, and will scout out what the restroom situation is like, but I'm lucky if anything major lines up. This time, though, it was like it check all of the boxes. ***Note: There's LOTS of sex talk in this if it bothers you. ----------------------------------------------- After the last stop, she also knew she hadn’t drunk as much water, so as soon as she got in the car she drank a ton more. “I’m having way too much fun, so I gotta stay hydrated!” she said as she squeezed my hard-on. She kept sipping water on the way there, and it was finally catching up to her when we got there. Not long after we got there, she told me: “OK, I really gotta pee again, and I want to enjoy our food. Can I please go again?” “Yes, that’s fine, but only if you agree to hold it until we get home.” Without a pause she said “Of course, I was planning on doing that anyway”. Score! I didn’t want to push it and try to orchestrate something because I really wanted to get her home super desperate, so I decided to just go with it and trust her timing, especially since she tended to overestimate her holding ability when she was drinking. We each ordered a beer with our meal, but she ended up finishing half of mine since I was driving. Out at the beer garden, she had another beer and some more water. With everything she was drinking, I was honestly expecting her to want to go again before we left. In that case, I was prepared with a plan and would just ask to stay for another beer, than have her chug water to fill up. I decided to go t to the bathroom myself so I wouldn’t be desperate to go when we got home, and was greeted with a line - a guy and 2 girls. The girl at the front was bouncing around in place, obviously very desperate. There were 2 single toilets - men’s and women’s. The guy took a look at the woman and told her “If the men’s opens up, go ahead. I’ll just consider it unisex." “Oh thank you! I’m about to pee myself, I drank too much!” Unfortunately (for me) the men’s did open up about 15 seconds later (and another woman came out of it), so I didn’t get much of a show. As I continued to wait, I thought about how it might have been better to wait until my wife needed to go so I could watch her wait, thinking there was no way she would wait, but it was too late for that. Back at the table, the next band was on and she had gotten another beer. We enjoyed the band for a little while, and I noticed she was drinking her beer faster than normal. Sure enough, as soon as she was done, she said: “OK, are you ready to go home?” It seemed like she actually was trying to make it, so I didn’t want to risk her changing her mind and hurried up. As we were walking to the car I heard her quietly say, not directed at me: “Oh fuck, I have to pee…” I chose to ignore it, hoping that by not bringing it up she was less likely to ask to stop. It was now 9:45, an hour and a half since she last pee. If you remember, that's how long it normally took before she was really desperate the last few times, and it was still a 45 minute drive home so I didn’t see how she would make it. About 5 minutes in to the drive there was a gas station, then nothing for quite a while. With any luck she wouldn’t say anything until after that. Surprisingly, she took another huge drink of water as soon as she sat down. Maybe she really was going to try to wait until home! It was a beautiful night, so I decided to open up the sunroof - partly because I enjoy it, but mostly because my wife likes it even more (she had earlier commented about how she wished I still had my Miata so we could put the top down). Sure enough, she got super excited, putting her hands out the windows. I reached over to squeeze her breasts, instead just getting her bra. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to take that thing off?” Without saying anything, she quickly slid it off, pulled it out from under her dress, then threw it out the sunroof. “Holy shit!” I said. “I really hope that was an old bra” “It was” “Are you sure? Because I can turn around to get it if it wasn’t”. “No, just keep going” She said as she slid the dress down, exposing her breasts. “Hey, my boobs are out!” she yelled before grabbing my hand again and pulling it over to them. As she was taking her bra off, the thought went through my mind that she might toss it out, but I really didn’t think she would actually do it. There was a car not too far behind us, and I really wonder what they thought as they came up on the bra in the middle of the road. It was clear she was in the state where she was super horny and uninhibited, and it always led to some wild stuff. I will pause for a moment to talk about consent since its always tricky when someone is drunk. We have a standing agreement that anything goes when we are drunk, since anything goes when we are sober. The only exception is if one of us actively says "no". Now that that's clear, lets continue - As I kept playing with her breast and nipple I remembered the shorts she was still wearing. “Hey, weren’t you supposed to take the shorts off, too?” I asked. Again, without saying anything she started taking them off. “Hey, don’t throw those out of the car! Those aren't cheap and we can’t afford another pair right now.” I kept my eyes on the road, glancing over occasionally, when I realized she was also taking off her panties. Was she going to throw those out as well? Sure enough, she did. The car was now so close its very possible they hit their windshield. “OK, that works.” I said. “You do know there’s a car right behind us, right?” “Oh shit, there is! Well, they just got a show, didn’t they?” We had made it to the main Interstate highway now, and she was just starting. As soon as I got up to speed, she lifted her dress above her waist and spread her legs wide, then drug my hand down there. She was soaking wet, and (mostly) not from pee. I found her clit and was amazed at how swollen and hard it was. Its been a crazy few years between family and medical issues and I hadn’t felt her like this in a long time. Irubbed it as she moaned loudly, when I had a thought. If she had to pee that bad, was she going to squirt in my car? Sure enough, 15 seconds later, I feel a short spurt of pee on my fingers, followed by another. I pulled my hand away before asking “OK, do you still need to pee?" "Oh my god, you have no idea how badly I have to pee!” “That’s what I thought. You need to sit on my towel, I don’t want you squirting pee all in my car again.” --Note: There's another story I need to post, but something similar happened, and she soaked her dress, a towel, and my seat. “Seriously?” She asked. “Seriously.” She was clearly annoyed at me having stopped, but slid it under her butt before spreading her legs back open. I gave her a proper orgasm before pulling my hand away again. Shortly after, she leaned over to unbutton my pants. She stroked me a few times, before saying “I really want to give you a blowjob right now” “Well, what’s stopping you?” Normally she wouldn’t do something like that on a very busy highway like this, but she obviously wasn’t in the mood to care that night. Within seconds she had her seatbelt off and was leaning over me. I realized at this point that her dress was pulled up, and she was showing off her butt out of the passenger window. I tried pulling it down, but it wasn’t going anywhere so I gave up and enjoyed the action. We passed several cars, so I can only imagine what they saw if they glanced over. After a minute she sat back up, then reclined the seat and started masturbating. Pretty quickly I heard things getting very wet, and it was clear she was squirting a lot. I was past the point of caring about my car seat, especially since it was probably almost entirely water at this point. She was really into it now, and as I heard her reaching a peak, there weren’t as many cars on the road so I started glancing over more. She screamed loudly and even though there were only streetlights, I could have sworn I saw a stream of pee hit the dashboard, or at least close. Finally sated, at least temporarily, she sat back up. It didn’t last long, though, and only a couple minutes later she wanted me to finger her again. By this point, though, we were in town and off the highway. It was going to be pretty easy to see what was going on it someone came up next to us, plus I needed to concentrate on the road and driving more, so I told her we needed chill out. “But I have to pee SO BAD, and I need something to distract me!” That was exactly what I wanted to hear, so I reached over and played with her nipples whenever I could. Then, she reached over and started stroking me again. As we finally pulled into our neighborhood, she put a hand back between her legs, but this time it was clear she was holding herself to keep from peeing. Turning onto our street she shouted out: “OK, I’m going to start peeing as soon as I take my fingers away. I need you to grab the blanket QUICK.” Thankfully there were no neighbors out, because she had her dress lifted up and her hand buried between her legs. She jumped up and down as she waited for me to unlock the door, then ran to the bedroom and threw off the dress, carefully switching hands in her pussy. She was bent forward with a leg wrapped around her hand to give it extra pressure. “Oh fuck, its coming out! Hurry! I need you to plug me up before I lose it.” I’ve mentioned it before, but once I’m inside her from behind my penis presses in a way that it completely, 100% closes off her urethra. We’ve had sex when she was at absolute capacity (1200mL) and she was pushing as hard as she could, and nothing came out. First, though, we needed lube. Sure she was wet, but I know I wouldn’t last long so I wanted it as slick as possible. I got a good helping of lube and put it on her, then inside. I LOVE feeling her full bladder from the inside and it was MASSIVE. It wasn’t quite rock hard, but it was protruding way into her vagina. I got another helping of lube and slid it in her, this time pressing harder on her bladder. Surprisingly, instead of hearing her scream she moaned in pleasure. It was ON. I entered her from behind and within seconds she started orgasming. I used every trick in my book to last longer, and it was going OK. Then, after a couple minutes, she reached over and grabbed her magic wand from her nightstand. She slid it underneath to where it was right on her clit and flipped it on. I knew I didn’t have much time left since the vibrations went straight through to me, so I just thrust in as far as I could as I felt myself get closer to an orgasm. She had a HUGE one, which sent me over the edge as well. The second I pulled out, her bladder exploded, splattering all over the place as she came. She kept having orgasm after orgasm until I heard her moan “Oh god, it won’t stop…” “Huh?” “I can’t move, and its on high on my clit!” I realized she was trying to turn it off, but couldn’t! I reached down and turned of off, and she lay there for a couple minutes trying to catch her breath. Finally, slowly, she got up. To my surprise, though, she just laid back down on the back on the bed and turned on the vibrator again. She came several more times, squirting massively each time, before finally stopping. She must have sat there for 5 minutes catching her breath before she finally went to the toilet. She barely peed any, having emptied her bladder almost entirely in the bed. Thankfully we have that waterproof blanket, but she came so much, it pooled around her and some ran off onto the bed, so she had to sleep on a towel.
  22. Continuing from yesterday! As we were eating, I tried to figure out what to do next. There is a beer garden style bar (has lots of outdoor seating, and is very family friendly) in town. They were having an Oktoberfest celebration with a band playing that evening, etc. The problem was that A) that wasn’t until that evening and I wanted to keep things going, B) they just had their normal food truck and not any real German food (which I wanted), and C) we went there frequently and I wanted a change of pace. There was a brewery about 30 minutes away that was also holding a large Oktoberfest celebration with food trucks and bands. I thought they might have German food, and we hadn’t been to in a while, so I decided on that. After finishing our meal, which included 2 beers and plenty of water for my wife, it was time to head out. Before we left, my wife told me “OK, I’m going to go pee normally one more time before I start holding it. Is that OK?” I love that she is asking my permission, so I decided to play along. “ Yeah, I guess that’s OK, but you’re cut off after this.” She stopped and stared at me, not sure what I was talking about. “You're cut off from the toilet. No more peeing.” Cue another, more annoyed, stare. “Fine, you can pee again, but I want to see you so desperate you are dancing around first. I’m serious, you need to ask my permission before you go again.” “OK, that sounds like a plan.” she said, smiling. She bent forward and crossed her legs briefly, something she will do when she’s turned on to allow her to briefly squeeze her clit. ** I love keeping track of the details about time and how much was drunk, so here you go: It was now about 3:15, and she’d had a whole bunch of water earlier that afternoon and was continuing to drink more water, plus she had already had 2 beers.** As soon as we left I remembered about a festival happening in the next town over - they had a bunch of breweries set up, plus some food trucks and a stage with bands playing. This wasn’t Oktoberfest themed (it had a mix of rock and blues music, and normal food trucks) but it definitely had the beer part of it going on. She carried her large bottle of water with her and sipped it the entire time we were out. We started off with a glass each while we walked around looking at some of the arts and crafts booths before finding a spot on the grass to watch the band. I thought I had seen her squirming around some at the last couple booths, so I was keeping an eye on her. Sure enough, when she got up for her second beer about 4:15 and she was clearly doing a mild pee dance. When she sat down, she immediately told me that she had to pee pretty bad, and she would need to go soon, which I totally ignored. The squirming intensified over the next 5 minutes until she asked again. “OK, I really have to go. I don’t see any bathrooms?” “Nope, I don’t see any either” I said, not adding anything else. Nothing else happened for a few more minutes until she again spoke up. “Look, this is getting critical” “OK, we can look for a place” I finally agreed. I really didn’t want her to totally pee herself in front of all these people as it would ruin the day. “You know what, I don’t want to lose this spot and the band is about to play.” “OK, I’m fine with that, too!” This only lasted about another minute, though. “Nope, I want to be able to enjoy the band, can I please go now?” “Yes, lets go” I finally agreed. I don’t like forcing her to hold it too long, especially since we were still going to be out for a while. Sure enough, I didn’t see any bathrooms anywhere, though they clearly had to have them somewhere. We walked around for 2-3 minutes as she got increasingly desperate. Finally, we saw a bank of portable toilets at the far end of the square. “Ooooh, stop it bladder! Its like ‘oh, there’s a bathroom, lets just go now!”’, she said before she speed-walked there. Unfortunately (for me), there clearly wasn’t a line, plus I saw two people leaving. Still, the first 2 she went to were occupied and she fumbled with the 3rd one. She had to pause briefly, crossing her legs and bending forward to catch and obvious leak, before she finally got in. The great thing about portable toilets is that there is no sound insulation at all, and I could hear everything. There was a very powerful stream that sounded like it was spraying off the plastic at the inside front of the “bowl” and she moaned loudly in relief. This went on for at least 10 seconds at that force before I finally heard it in the liquid below. In total she must have peed at least 45 seconds. As we walked back, she told me “OK, that was a large leak. There was a big wet spot on my panties. I told you, can’t hold it anymore” “I think its hot, plus you are still doing a good job, it’s just a leak. Who cares, no one can see it.” “I care! Its embarrassing.” “Again, no one can tell. Plus, its a lot more common that you think.” She glared at me again, before looking down at my crotch, where there was a clear bulge. “So it looks like you’ve got a problem down there. Hopefully you don’t leak!” When she does this, its no uncommon for me to have a lot of pre-cum, and it actually has been enough to make a spot on the front of my shorts on a couple of occasions. “Nope, its just my keys” I joked. “Plus, I have dark shorts on, I’ll be fine.” She finished her beer on the way back and grabbed another beer for each of us. **Its 4:45 now, about an hour and a half since her previous pee. She was up to 4 beers total, plus a lot of water. I would guess that she’d had 2 beers plus 2 liters of water in her from her previous pee to this one** We had no idea who was playing, but it turned out to be a pretty well-known artist, so we stayed for most of the set, finally leaving about 5:15. She’d ended up drinking half my beer in addition to hers since I was driving, downing the remaining half as we left. After discussing it for a little while, we decided to go to the brewery, which was about 15 minutes away. I made sure to mention to her how hot it was going to be outside, and that she needed to stay hydrated. She smiled at me and took a huge drink of water. When we got there, it was very busy so we had to park a decent way back, a several minute walk. We stood in line to get our beers, and she was squirming yet, which surprised me with everything she had been drinking. With our beers in hand, we went outside to find somewhere to sit, but all of the tables were full. “Why don’t we go down to the creek?” I suggested. It was a several minute walk down to the creek, and I honestly wasn’t even thinking about her needing to pee at this point. Within 15 seconds of her sitting down, she told me she had to pee. “Seriously?” I said. “We just got here!” It was honestly a little annoying, but I couldn’t really complain. “Yeah, seriously. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I got down here.” “Oh, damn. Well, I don’t want to leave yet, lets hang out and watch the ducks for a little while”. She crossed her legs tightly, but it wasn’t a minute later when she said “Oh shit, I just leaked a little. We have to go. NOW!” I wasn’t going to argue with that, especially given the walk back. Sure enough, it didn’t disappoint. She walked as quickly as she could without making a scene and had to stop a couple times to cross her legs. She does everything she can to avoid making a scene, and the more people are around the more careful she is. That makes it even hotter when she does struggle like this, as I know its a last resort. The last time she stopped, she tightly crossed her legs then leaned over to me and hissed “I just peed, not leaked. This isn’t fun” Now that she was inside, she ran to the bathroom, leaving me standing next to the door and rock hard. While I kinda needed to go, there was no way it was happening right now, so I waited outside the door. It was off to the side down the hallway, so out of sight of the main room. It was taking her longer that normal, so I wasn’t sure what was going on. When she finally came out, she immediately reached for my crotch. She squeezed it hard and kissed me then leaned close to me and whispered: “I starting peeing as soon as I got opened the door. My panties were so wet I had to take them off and wring them out then dry off my legs. When I was peeing, I thought about how much you are enjoying this and couldn’t help it - I rubbed one out while I was peeing.” Needless to say I was back fully at attention. I hadn’t seen her this excited in a long time, and the last time was wild (it was amazing! I’ll write it up sometime) so I was really looking forward to what was going to happen. I knew that I definitely needed to keep things going and keep having fun with her to keep her in this mood. **Time for a recap! Its now a little after 6, less than an hour and a half since the last time she peed. She probably had another 2 beers and close to a liter of water in her at that point** This time, we were able to find a seat at the main area near the stage. We ended up talking to a couple across the table from us for quite a while. During that time, she had 2 more beers and plenty of water (plus I was finally able to calm down enough to pee!) By the time the left over an hour later we were both getting hungry, but I didn’t see anything that excited me. That’s when I had an idea - another 20 minutes down the road, was an authentic German restaurant. It would satisfy my craving for real German food, plus we could go hang out in the beer garden afterwards. To top it off, it would be a 45 minute drive back home, during which time she would hopefully get desperate to pee and wait until we got hom. When we finally left at 7:20 I knew she had to pee. It had been almost an hour and a half and she’d had a lot to drink, but not as much water as before so maybe it wasn’t as bad as before. When we left I saw her look back at the main building where the bathrooms were, but I didn’t really ask, I just left and went to the car. By the time we got there, it was clear she had to pee but was still hiding it so it was hard to tell how bad she was. My questions were quickly answered, though, because as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot she jammed a hand in her crotch. She basically never did this, so I knew it was really bad. "Oh shit, oh shit! I just leaked.” she said immediately. “God, I haven't had to do this in forever!" "Do you think you can-" I started, hoping she would try to wait until the highway, at which point it was miles until the next stop. "Hell no” she interrupted. “My hand is the only reason I'm not peeing right now" "OK, I'll find a-" "Fuck! Hurry!" she yelled as she beat her other fist on the door. “I can feel it coming out!” This was so unexpected, I barely had any time to enjoy it. “Oh god, hurry! There’s a grocery store up ahead, come on! Ooooh, there’s a gas station over there too!” The grocery store was a little closer, with the gas station being on the other side of the highway, so I was hoping she would choose it because it would definitely take longer for her to get to the bathroom, between the parking lot and not knowing where it was inside. However she quickly yelled out for the gas station. For the next 2 minutes until we finally parked at a gas station she was frantically squirming around in the seat. However, as we pulled up, we saw an absolutely beautiful McLaren filling up which distracted her. As soon as the car stopped, she jumped out but briefly paused as she looked at the car. After a few seconds, she pressed a hand in her crotch and ran inside. I was also distracted by the car, and by the time I made it in the store, she was disappearing through the door. I took the opportunity to go as well, and she still wasn't out yet which I figured she'd had another accident. When she finally came out, she was bright red. She looked into the main store, then turned away and ran back to the car. I quickly followed her and asked what happened. “I had started heavily leaking when I entered the store, and I already had my dress up and was lowering my shorts and panties when I went into the bathroom. When I got in there, though, there was a woman leaving the stall right as I was trying to enter it and that caught me off guard. My shorts and panties were already around my knees, and I almost tripped over her when she opened the door! It was everything I could do to keep from falling on her, and I started peeing right there! I had to press directly between my legs to stop it, then shuffle out of the way to let her out. I'm pretty sure she saw everything!” “Holy shit, I wish I could have seen that!” “Yeah, me too! I came again when I peed just thinking about you watching it, and that woman seeing me. What the hell is going on with me?” “I don’t know, but I’m not going to complain.” **She peed at 7:30, and it was at most an hour and a half between pees. The time she was able to last between them seemed to be shortening, which was a good thing. She didn’t have as much water this time, but she had more beer - 3 pints (almost 0.5l each).** I will say that this last part seems improbable, and it sounds like pure fiction now that I've written it out. Admittedly, I'm still not 100% she didn't make some of this up. The pee on her shorts definitely lines up with this (it wasn't just at the crotch) and I've seen similar things happen before. To start, she will commonly start unbuttoning her pants as soon as she enters our house when she is desperate, and when that happens she almost always lowers her pants and panties down as she opens the door to the toilet so she can drop directly onto it so that part lines up. I've seen her do something like this on a few occasions out in public. One particularly memorable one (that I even have on video!) happened during covid lockdowns. She'd been VERY desperate for a while, and we finally stopped at a CVS. She started unbuttoning her pants, then tried to the door and it was locked. She had to grab her crotch then try to button her pants back up before hurrying back to the car. This was back when her bladder was stronger and she somehow stayed dry despite it taking at least 5 more minutes until we made it to a McDonalds. If that happened now I'm pretty sure she was have totally lost control (I may fantasize about it, but I would feel really bad for her in real life). There's also been a couple times when she was hiking and went to pee, only to get interrupted. Both times, her pants barely made it past her knees when she tried to pull them up, and she just stuck a hand between her legs to stop peeing / hide herself. So that all lines up, but the part with the other woman is what I'm a little skeptical of. However, it is at least plausible. I could certainly see how she could be so focused on getting to the toilet that she didn't realize someone was in it and opening the door. She also seemed genuinely embarrassed, but I will never know for sure. I do now that her arousal just kept growing, and there was still one more stop and a longish drive home where she was hopefully desperate to pee. Once again, its really late and time for me to shut down for the night. Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion! Hopefully I will have it finished up tomorrow!
  23. ***Author's note*** It gets very x-rated at the beginning and the end, but the rest of it just good old-fashioned omorashi! My birthday was several weeks back, and I was excited to finally be able to celebrate on my actual birthday since it was a Saturday. However, a number of things happened that resulted in it being a pretty miserable weekend. I declared that my birthday hadn't actually happened, and told my wife I was postponing it until we had some time to enjoy it. On top of that, it had been a while since we had really been out with just the 2 of us AT ALL, and this weekend finally looked like the time to make it up. When I woke up, I rolled over to cuddle with her, then immediately started playing with her nipples. Most mornings when I do this she will push me away, but this time she just opened her legs. I reached down and she was VERY wet. She moaned at first then gasped and crossed her legs around my hand, then she calmly said "If you're going to do me, go get the (waterproof) blanket because I REALLY have to pee." Needless to say, I quickly grabbed it put it underneath her before climbing on top of her. I love sliding a finger inside to feel how full her bladder is, then poking it to see her reaction. This time I could definitely feeling it protruding into her vagina, but not a lot. Needless to say, pressing on it from the inside still got a great reaction before I quickly entered her. Sometimes she'll finish within 20-30 seconds then be begging me to hurry up because she needs to pee, but this time she just kept going. After several minutes, I started doubting how much she had to pee since normally she would have been begging me to hurry up by this point. I definitely have a sadistic streak, and the more turned on she is the more pain she likes so it lines up. I care for her a lot and don't want to go too far, but when she's this into it I will definitely do things to put extra pressure on her bladder. I adjusted myself several times, finally getting to where I was thrusting directly into her bladder from the inside, while putting my weight onto it from the outside. I kept this up for a little while because she finally said "Oh GOD I have to pee so bad! Please hurry!" I proceeded to go even harder, and I am slightly ashamed to admit that I actually forced my belly outward to squeeze her bladder even more. I kept this up for another minute as she squealed in pleasure until I finally finished, and she had a massive orgasm along with me. When I got up, she was still laying on the bed with her legs wide open, panting. As I watched her, I saw a small spurt of pee squirt from between her legs - she quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet, with me following closely behind. She starting peeing before she was sitting down, and moaned loudly as she finally let go. About 15 seconds later her whole body shook as she climaxed again. We got back in bed afterwards and started talking about our plans for the day. I didn't really have a lot planned, but I know she wanted to hold her pee for me so I was going to take advantage of that as much as possible. The best things for that, obviously, are fluids, caffeine, and alcohol, combined with limited bathrooms. I know she will hold on until the last minute when she's doing this, so any possible delays getting to a bathroom are VERY rewarding. First, though, we had agreed we had to do some chores around the house. I don't think was expecting to go out much at all since we didn't have a lot of money, but I still had some money my parents had given me for my birthday and I intended to use some of it having to some fun. As we were laying there, she reached down to stroke me and asked "So, I know we're supposed to clean up around the house, but can we please go get some coffee? I'm tired of the Keurig." This was a perfect way to start, so I came back with "OK, but I want you to hold your pee all day" "Really? You know I can't hold it that long!" "No, not like that! Just hold it as long as you can all day." She immediately answered "Oh, OK" before pausing briefly. She could feel me swelling again in her hand before she smile and said "Of course! I was already going to hold it for you, but I can definitely do it all day for your birthday present." Score! Now I DEFINITELY needed to maximize this. We went to a new coffee house where we hung out for a while before spending a couple hours around the house. For the most part, I cleaned up outside while she did a bunch of work outside in the yard/garden. Honestly, I was a little worried about her getting overheated it (it was already well over 90 F and sunny), but I know how much she enjoys that. Plus, I saw she had a water bottle out with her and was drinking from it. Finally, by 1, she was done and came in hot a sweaty. She finished off her large bottle of water before taking a shower. When she got out, I was waiting for her with another bottle of water. "Hey, I know I said I would hold me pee, but don't force it". "No, really!" I said. "You were outside and it was really hot, and we're going to be outside more. We're going to be drinking and I want to make sure you are OK." It was the truth, but I also wanted to make sure her bladder kept filling up. She stared at me briefly before grabbing the 0.5l bottle and drinking it all. "There, happy?" She said, fake-mad at me. "Now, I see this dress laying out - that's what I'm wearing, right?" She was right, it was a dress she had worn the week before and had commented about maybe taking her panties off with it. It was a short black dress that barely came to her fingertips, and the thought of that was so hot to me. Last week, she had to some jean shorts underneath it since we were on a school outing, but this was different. I knew her going without panties wouldn't happen now, but maybe eventually. Unfortunately, she then proceeded to put on shorts too! They were shorter than before, not much below her crotch, but it was still not the same. She saw my look and glared back at me. "Look, if I bend over in this thing, they will see my butt". To her point, she did exactly that, and she was right - it rode up a LOT. "but I wan't wear a bra. Deal?" It was - the dress had relatively thing material and I loved being able to easily squeeze her breasts. Then, a couple minutes later, she was putting on a bra as well! She saw my look, and rolled her eyes "Look, I want to show of my cleavage, OK? I promise I'll take it off later." I glared at her, for real this time, and told her "Fine, I guess. You better keep up with your water and hold it a lot for me." "Yes, don't worry, I'll make sure I'm desperate a lot today! Now, before we leave, I'm going to pee one last time before I start" We then filled up our water bottles (2 liters each, plus another 0.75l one) but before we left I had one more thing "OK, we're going to be out a while, and you're starting off dehydrated after your yardwork. Lets drink up as much as we can so hopefully we don't have to buy any more water while we are out." Its true - the previous weekend when were were out, we spent quite a lot of money on extra water, etc. She looked at me with a smile, then drank a whole other bottle of water. She finished up her makeup, etc, and we finally hit the road around 1:30. Now it was time for the next step of my plan. I had only gotten tea earlier and needed some extra caffeine, so I stopped at a whole foods style store to get some natural energy drinks (yerba mate) and suggested she get something as well to help with hydration. She likes looking around the store and I know it doesn't have an obvious public bathroom, but I wasn't sure if she would need to pee yet. I was happy to see her squirming around a lot as she looked at different things. After only a few minutes, she unexpectedly said "OK, lets get those drinks" and hurried off. I was looking for something new (not purposefully trying to delay her at this point) and she snapped at me to hurry up so it must have been hitting her quicker than either of us expected. She was dancing around while we were in line, and crossed her legs as soon as we got in the car. At this point, all I had planned was that I wanted to start drinking ASAP, and make sure she was at least buzzed the rest of the day. Luckily there were a number of options since its the first weekend of Oktoberfest. "OK, where to you want to go?" "I don't know, I just need to get somewhere so I can pee!" "Oh, that was fast! I know we talked about the bar we normally go to, but there's also the festival downtown, or there's that new brewpub we keep wanting to go to." "Oh yeah, that festival sounded fun!" "Yeah, but its still hot out." "Yeah, that's a good point. That brewpub sounds good, but hurry!" I was hoping for a little more display, but there was no more mention of needing to pee until we got there. When we pulled up, though, she crossed her legs tightly, and hurried inside as soon as I stopped. I got inside to find her standing at the bar, squirming openly. As soon as she saw me, she yelled “I want their pumpkin beer!” then ran to the bathroom. Once we were back sitting at a table, she said “That was close, I started peeing when I opened the door!” “Did you actually, though? Are your panties wet?” I’d noticed that she constantly talks about how she pees herself on the way to the bathroom at work, etc. but I’m fairly certain it was just normal leaks that many women get as the get a little older. She glared at me before finally answering “There were a couple drops.” “See, that’s not “peeing yourself”, that’s a tiny leak. You keep talking about how you’re peeing yourself, but its totally not. Peeing yourself is when it soaks your panties and starts going down your legs.” “Fine, I don’t “pee myself”, then, but I do leak and I don’t like it. I just realized how late it is, so I’m going to stop here, but I can assure you that she does more than just a little leak before the night is over. Hopefully I can pick back up on this tomorrow!
  24. Hello again, its been a while! I had another time over the weekend with my wife being desperate. We were going along on a school trip as chaperones for a competition, with me driving in my own car since I can't ride on buses for very long. If you've read my other stories, you know her routine: Get up and immediately pee (this was about 6), then get ready and make some coffee. We then left around 6:45 to drop off the kids, and finally left about 7:45 following the buses. Normally its less than 2 hours, but with the buses going slower it was going to be well over 2 hours and I don't think my wife registered this. We had been driving for probably an hour when I remembered how hot it would be (heat index of 108F!) and we needed to drink lots of water. I immediately told her that we needed to drink lots of water to stay hydrated. While this was completely true, we probably didn't need to start quite that earlier. Regardless, she proceeded to drink a lot of water. Her coffee was now empty as well, so I knew it was only a matter of time before she needed to pee. Sure enough, about 15 minutes later she told me she needed to pee. I then said "so I guess you can't make it until we get there?" know it was over an hour away. Surprisingly, she said "I didn't say that." She then reached over and gasped at how hard I was. She stroked me through my pants for a little while and I honestly thought I might lose it right there before she stopped. I knew that there were very few stops on the last half of the drive, so it would get interesting. About 10 minutes later, we came to the exit from the highway, and when she saw the name of the city she loudly said "Finally, I can't wait to pee!" She had no idea we were close to an hour away. Over the next 15 minutes, she made several more comments about needing to pee. I could tell it was getting serious, and I really wanted to be with the bus when we got there so I would know where they went. Normally I would LOVE watching her continue to struggle, but I decided being with the bus was more important. After another couple minutes of internal conflict, I told her "We're still about 45 minutes away. Can you hold it that long". To my surprise, she answered "Well I don't have a choice, do I?" It was a like a dream come true! I watched her struggle for another few minutes, but I could tell by her actions she was close to her limit. I told her "Look, if you really don't think you can make it, we need to stop soon so I have time to catch back up to the bus". She didn't say anything, just crossed her legs tighter and kept looking forward. A couple minutes later we cam up to a gas station, and I saw her looking at it but still not saying anything. I thought we were going to pass it, but at the last minute she yelled out "I can't take it, stop!" I swerved over to the turn lane at the last minute, and as I was waiting for a car to pass, she was bouncing in the seat. She had jumped out of the car before it was even stopped, and ran into the store. She sprinted to the bathroom ahead of me, and as I got to the entrance to the men's room, I heard her slam open a stall door, then I heard a really loud stream and her moaning loudly (it was one of the ones where there's no door, just a turned path at the entrance). I got to the stall and was was leaking a ton of precum. I think it took be about 10 seconds to finish off, then another minute to finally be able to pee. When I came out, she was exiting as well. She had a huge smile on her face and said "Wow, I had to pee! I was leaking as we pulled in, there's no way I could have made it!" Obviously I've had fantasies about what would have happened if she did wait, so I'm hoping to have a fictional story written up about that soon.
  25. My personal favorite type is a bit of both - she has a relatively small bladder but can hold a really long time if she needs to. I don't really go out with people other than my wife so I can't study their habits, but lucky for me that's how she is. For example, at home she pees all the time, and its usually not a huge amount. However, she doesn't like peeing at a public bathroom unless she absolutely has to. This means that it is VERY common for her to rush to the bathroom as soon as we get home from being out somewhere. Then sometimes she will even mention it while we are still at a store so I get to enjoy the ride home. Then, there's the time when she holds to her limit, which is normally when driving as she hates gas station bathrooms unless its an emergency. Our game is that I just keep driving after she tells me she needs to pee until she tells me its an emergency and I need to stop immediately. I always stay by the door if its a single toilet bathroom and can sometimes hear her pee loudly. Its even better at home because I just hang out in the doorway and watch. The dream is when she gets to the urgent "I need to pee NOW" stage, then can't pee. Its not uncommon for her to tell me its really time to stop, then its another 10 minutes until we get to a gas station. Even better, there are times where the gas station looks run down and she refuses to pee there. There's been times when she hold on for 20 or 30 minutes, and once it was over an hour! She isn't quite as strong now and leaks a little near her limit (which she hates and considers peeing herself), but used to it seemed like she could hold on absolutely forever if there wasn't a place to go.
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