fullbladder

A classic one here

This one was pretty hot- recently posted here.

I think I'm going to wrap up this series with one last story after this one- involving the two men again. This is another story with just women- it follows New Beginnings. Pooja chugged the remainder of her water and walked out of the kitchen, to her living room where her best friend Maryna waited. When they had renovated the house, Pooja had argued with her husband about the wooden bar- it was complete with the long table, bar stools, even a tap. However, she had grown grateful it was there- and never more than today. Pooja noted that Maryna exhumed a vibe of impatience- she had been waiting for Pooja for over three minutes since chugging her own water. The delay had been a purposeful act by Pooja- she wanted to win this hold-it contest. As someone with significantly more pee-game experience, she would find it embarrassing to lose to Maryna. Maryna had merely started this fun a few weeks ago. Pooja had even thought about dumping the water in the sink after Maryna had left, but that would have been way too sleazy. At least with the same liquid consumed, Pooja would be able to convince herself that she had emerged from the contest a fair winner. “Evening, ma’am. What can I get for you?” Standing behind the bar wearing a tight black sleeveless top and sinfully clingy denim shorts, Maryna was playing the role of a sexy, flirtatious bartender perfectly. To create the perfect ambience, she had even turned on soft rock music to fill the background. The girls had checked inside each other’s panties to make sure there was no mischief- maxi pads and such. Reaching into Maryna’s panties had been a real treat for Pooja. “Just a pint of whatever’s on tap, please.” Pooja was dressed as a horny suburban woman enjoying some drinks after her yoga session- she wore light grey leggings and a white tee that almost reached her waistline- a tiny sliver of her fit tummy teased Maryna as Pooja sat down on the bar stool. “Sure hon, that would be the Rocky Mountain pale ale.” She grabbed two glasses from the table behind her and started pouring the drinks. The glasses had all been laced with a strong diuretic- the girls would be helplessly bursting after a couple beers. Maryna placed one of the filled glasses in front of her patron and raised her own. “Cheers.” “Cheers.” Pooja raised her glass to meet hers with a light clink- ladies drank and the hold-it contest was officially underway. As planned, Pooja went to work on picking up her attractive bartender. “Mmmm that’s refreshing, thanks so much- I really needed this.” Pooja brought her glass down on the table after the quick sip. “Oh yeah? What’s going on?” Maryna sat down on her own stool on the other side of the bar and leaned in attentively. She loved roleplay and had been trying to pull Steve into these kinds of games with her. Pooja’s creativity was on another level though. This plan had gotten Maryna so riled up that she had masturbated thinking about it multiple times- now it was finally happening! “Oh, the usual- just been stressed out at work. Things get so busy sometimes that I don’t even get to pee.” Pooja gazed deeply into Maryna’s face to enjoy the electricity passing through it. With the pee topic now introduced, the ladies would undoubtedly discuss it while their bladders filled… until one of them wet herself. Maryna shared how hard it was to hold on at the bar during busy nights. Pooja shared her own “experiences” as a realtor. Eventually, as the girls started on their second beers, the fake stories were replaced by mostly real ones. To keep things fun, they tried to throw in some fake names which prompted giggles as a bonus. Pooja wriggled on her seat- the diuretic was working rapidly. “You know, after my boyfriend Dane saw me leak in my shorts once- we were running together and I could tell he was hot and bothered over the wet spot on my tight red shorts… so I challenged him to a holding contest.” Maryna rose from her stool to stand, or rather, wriggle beside it. She had her forearms on the wooden counter and leaned forward with her big round breasts pressing down on her hands. “Oh yeah?” “Yes, this was after the first time we screwed- maybe a few days after. Neither of us had really brought up the whole incident of me soaking my panties- I guess we were buzzed and it had seemed like innocent fun at the time. Anyway, I had been doing some searching online and I found it all pretty exciting, so I wanted to explore things further.” Pooja got up from her own stool and began scissoring her legs next to it. She could see her belly pushing out the waistband of her leggings. “So you just wet your shorts outside on purpose?” Maryna quizzed eagerly. Pooja giggled at the thought and shook her head briefly. “No, not exactly. We were both into running so I invited him over on Saturday morning. I drank a ton of water before and didn’t pee afterwards. I started off ok, but after a half-hour of jogging on pavement with a filling bladder, I naturally leaked a couple times. Luckily, we were on our way back by then and only a few minutes from home. He noticed my wet spot- well, I helped matters by asking to stop running and pretending to cover my crotch. Anyway, he kept checking out my accident- good sign in my books, so I invited him into the washroom and finished wetting my shorts in the shower.” Maryna clutched herself as she took in the hot story. “What happened next?” She whispered hungrily before bringing her glass to her lips again- the mug was still half full, but emptier than Pooja’s. She was talking more and, consequently, drinking more slowly. “Well, I pulled his sweatpants off and told him to piss his boxers. It was a little tough for him to get started cuz he had the giant… you know. But eventually he did it. Then he wanted to have sex but I wanted to do a holding contest. He agreed so I got him to put on a pair of my panties. They were tight and his balls kind of hung out but it worked. We drank for almost two hours- until I wet my panties right here." Pooja gestured to the spot she was standing in. "I was totally expecting to lose since I had been drinking so much earlier that morning... plus he's way bigger than me, but it was a lot of fun anyway.” “What about him? I gotta go so bad!” She hopped in place urgently- both of her hands were in her crotch now. “Yeah, me too. Let’s finish our beers before we piss ourselves- it’s sinful to let good drink go to waste.” Pooja picked up her glass and took several big gulps. She was confident that Maryna would pee first since she had been drinking faster. Nevertheless, the additional liquid seemed to enhance her desperation immediately. When she set down the glass, she had about 20% of the beer to go, roughly the same as her drinking partner. “Oh yeah, he was about to run to the bathroom- he really had to go. Probably already made a wet spot on my panties but I couldn’t see- his hands were holding his dick. Anyway, I grabbed him while I was peeing and told him to wet himself in my puddle- the mopping needed to happen anyway. So he got to stay and enjoy the rest of my show and I got to see him piss himself too. Then we finally did it- right here on the wet floor.” “Wow…” Maryna gasped. “I’m about to piss my shorts.” She admitted. “I have to go bad.” “Yeah, me too… say, what’s in this drink?” The ladies giggled at the familiar line from the holiday song they both knew well, “Baby, it’s cold outside”. “N-nothing but the purest beer in Colorado!” Maryna shifted her feet awkwardly, trying to will herself not to squirt into her panties. It was unbelievable how much fuller she felt as a result of consuming a couple of crushed water pills. Yes, she had drunk a lot of liquid- a tall glass of water and two beers, but the speed at which her desperation had increased was something else. About 75 minutes after she had started drinking, she was on the verge of soaking her pants. Pooja couldn't resist telling her the rest of the dirty story. "I saved his panties- just let 'em dry out. Next time, I was playing around with him, I peed in them too under my jeans and showed him afterwards. He was so turned on by me wetting the same underwear he had that he pulled the panties to the side and fucked me right there. I still wore them until I showered a few hours later... so, some of our sexual juices also ended up in them. And I peed through them before my shower too and then let them dry again then wore them to bed. I peed through them one more time the next morning- they stunk so bad I had to wash them after that haha." Maryna couldn't believe her ears. "Wow you dirty, slutty wife!" "More like a desperate housewife." Pooja retorted, with a chuckle. The girls laughed again, their hands clutching their vulvas for dear life. Although they had moved in and out of roleplay over the past hour, they still dropped witty lines despite more and more of their attention being occupied by urgent twinges from their bladders. However, the conversation and roleplay seemed to slow from that moment on as jokes were replaced by gasps and moans. Each girl was determined to hold on just a moment longer than the other. There was no doubt that once the first dam burst, the second would release its water immediately afterwards. They downed the remaining three gulps of their second beers together and Maryna hobbled around to the other side of the bar- her job as a bartender was done. Pooja’s confidence in being able to hold on longer than Maryna was waning. At this point, predicting the winner seemed like a true coin flip. Maryna felt herself squirt- she had just wet her panties a little. No matter, the contest wasn’t over until Pooja noticed her wetness. If she could just hold on another two minutes, it was probably enough- Pooja was dancing around awkwardly, looking like she would lose control any second. Maryna’s attention drifted to the large wall clock opposite of the bar- tick, tick, tick. Each passing second was agony. Maryna had brought a classy evening dress with her- silk and royal blue. Their husbands would be joining them later for dinner- she had said she was going early to help Pooja with food prep. She wondered if Steve suspected that she and Pooja were having wet fun on their own. It was a safe bet. After all, she had first introduced him to watersports on Pooja’s front porch. A part of her wished he was there to see this hold-it contest. What a sexy thrill it would be for him! Pooja gasped loudly. Maryna looked over to scan for any sign of an accident. “Did you leak? Did I win?” As she questioned Pooja, Maryna realized it was all wishful thinking- she would never admit she had peed. “Hah, you wish!” groaned Pooja. Her twisting and turning was growing worse- she was slowly but surely losing control over her bladder. Her urine had escaped into her leggings a couple times and there was undoubtedly a wet spot behind her hands- she could feel the warm wetness on her fingers. Maryna tried to direct her thoughts back to the day’s plans- not thinking about her bladder was helpful. It was good they were using diuretics- there really wasn’t much time before the men arrived. They would need to clean things up then start making dinner. Pooja had mentioned soup over the phone- was she planning on continuing the wet fun with their husbands today? Maybe they could slip these diuretics into their food and then have them grow desperate? What if they played a game where everyone was denied the toilet and both men wet their pants in front of their wives? Maryna grew even hornier at the naughty thoughts- she felt more pee escape her urethra and just barely stopped the flow. An “oh” escaped her lips and Pooja immediately turned to scan her for signs of wetness. Fortunately, she didn’t find anything, nor questioned her. Maryna was in no shape to answer questions. And suddenly, the contest was over. Pooja’s leggings darkened to black as pee ran through them and splattered loudly on the tiles below. With a squeal of joy, Maryna also released her long-held waters, drenching her jeans shorts. The women sighed with relief as they wet their pants together, their bladders finally relaxed after being strained for much too long. Pooja finished peeing first and stayed locked in place watching Maryna wet herself. She couldn’t believe she had lost. Despite her paced drinking, Maryna had won. It was clear that her curvier friend had the bigger and stronger bladder. Maryna spoke up as she finished peeing with a delightful shudder. “OK, so I won. That means you have to clean up this puddle- sorry.” She looked at Pooja apologetically. “That’s fair- I’ll do that. Why don’t you get started in the kitchen then? Later on, we can shower together and change.” Maryna agreed and admired Pooja’s wet butt as she turned to get the mop and bucket. Her shoulders shuddered with silent laughter as she made her way to the kitchen to begin making dinner in her quickly-cooling wet shorts. Poor Pooja had no idea she had added an extra water pill to her glasses. Her slow drinking scheme had cost her- she should never have let Maryna go to the bar alone.

Another story involving the two women exploring things with each other. This is a sequel to Wet fun between friends. Pooja eagerly waited for Maryna to join her in the corner of the quiet diner. As agreed, she had downed three full glasses of water an hour ago and refrained from peeing since. She was wearing light purple jeans and a black full-sleeve tee. A minute later, Maryna walked in, dressed sharply in bright blue, clacketing high heels, form-fitting jeans complete with an appropriately loud “Girl” belt buckle, and a Lavender belly-shirt spelling out “Lynyrd Skynyrd”. Her ass had barely touched the maroon-colored plush seat before Pooja blurted at her. “Hey, so how did it go?” She bounced on her chair in part anticipation, part desperation. Maryna smiled at her best friend’s eagerness- it was clear she was dying to know what had happened. She cruelly took her time removing her fashionable sunglasses, carefully placing them in a snap-case, and then dropping the case in her handbag before speaking. “It went pretty well… he was initially shocked, but I stuck with my plan.” Pooja hated being teased- she jiggled her legs restlessly. “What was the plan? C’mon tell me!” Maryna smiled coyly. “Right outside your house… on your porch with the light on. While you guys were screwing, I told Steve to back up a few steps. Then I stepped outside and lifted my dress. At first, he wasn’t sure why I was doing it- I guess the wetness had blended in or something, plus it was dark. So, I just spread my legs and started peeing again- right through my panties!” “Oh my God! What did he say?” Pooja was on the edge of her seat as she eagerly quizzed her friend, her legs shaking in anticipation and desperation. Maryna had refused to text her any details despite endless harassment. She wanted to share her experiences the same way Pooja had- in person, with filling bladders. Just Maryna opened her mouth again, a cute waitress named Georgia interrupted her. Maryna ordered extra-large mint teas for the two of them and waited until she was out of earshot before continuing excitedly. “Well, he didn’t say anything. He just stood there staring at my pussy as I peed all over your porch. It’s too bad you have those wooden planks so there was no real puddle.” Pooja smiled sultrily. She knew the details of her front porch all too well, having wet herself repeatedly at the exact spot Maryna had. She uncrossed her legs and then recrossed the other way, her hands resting on her lap. Gosh, it was going to be hard to get through the extra-large tea without relief. Maryna continued after a brief pause. “After I finished peeing, he still said nothing- didn’t even move. So, I got embarrassed at what I had just done in front of him and just walked to the car. It felt like an hour-long walk- I felt like such a fool.” Pooja’s excitement dropped a few notches as she empathized with her best friend. “Oh no… you poor thing…” “No, no.” Maryna reassured her as she wriggled uncomfortably in her seat- all that chugged water was making its way into her bladder and wearing form-fitting jeans didn’t help. “He came to the car like thirty seconds later and after we had backed out of the driveway…” Maryna paused her story as Georgia came around with their giant drinks. She set them down with a smile. She asked if the girls needed anything else- they quickly denied her offer and she was on her way to serve the next table. Maryna took a long sip of her hot beverage before continuing. She shivered inadvertently as the tea seemed to flow straight into her bladder, adding to its voluminous contents. Pooja did the same as she impatiently waited for Maryna’s story to continue. “So, I was sitting there in my wet shame- my pee smell was filling up the car so I rolled down the window a little. I was almost crying, really upset. Then he reached over while he was driving and started touching my pussy. I lifted up my dress so he could finger me through my soaked panties. At home, we showered together and he peed on me- I almost started blowing him right there, but he hurried me out of the bathroom so we could continue the party in bed. My big hungry mouth always makes him cum too fast.” She giggled then grabbed her crotch. Pooja’s thoughts returned to her own bladder and she eagerly gulped down her tea. Despite its steamy temperature, getting to her next accident quickly was just too tempting. She had mentally visualized her curvy dirty-blonde haired friend being rammed by her tall, olive-skinned Greek husband many times, but never this vividly nor excitedly. “Woah, easy there! We have a long walk ahead of us and it’s still daylight out.” The knockout girls exchanged secretive, knowing looks at each other and grinned naughtily. They had purposely worn light-colored pants which would leave nothing to the imagination- their clothing would completely reveal their accidents. Pooja finally brought the large cup down with a soft burp. It prompted more girly giggling from both of them… and crotch gripping. “Look- I’m winning the race! Go me!” She snapped off the white lid showed off her half-filled cup. Maryna snapped off her own lid and started chugging. A minor motive was to beat Pooja, but the bigger reason for her was, like Pooja, to grow more desperate for the toilet. Over the next five minutes, they gulped down the remainder of their teas while gossiping about the best pee games. Pooja shared how Julian loved it when she spoke desperate Punjabi phrases. Maryna begged her to teach her “I have wet my panties.” However, Maryna’s struggle made Pooja laugh, which in turn made Maryna laugh. Both women were in severe danger of leaking into their knickers. “Mein apni…” “Man apnai…” Pooja fought back tears as she struggled to stop laughing and continue. “kuchi vich pershaabh…” “koochi witch…” She started laughing as she stared at Pooja’s huffing and smiling face. They both openly clutched their crotches as they helplessly spurted into their panties, just managing to prevent a flood from flowing all over their seats. Regardless, Maryna was not one to give up. “per… shaab…” Trying to finish the Punjabi lesson without bursting into laughter again, Pooja blurted out. “kur ta hey”. “kur ta hey- the ending was easy yay!” Maryna gave herself a quick cheer then tried the phrase together. “Man apnai koochi witch…” they burst into laughter again and soiled their pants some more. Struggling to regain control of her bladder, Maryna blurted out. “I give up! It’s too hard!” She giggled helplessly as the wet spot on her jeans expanded to a dollar-sized circular wetness. “OK another way- here! Main apni kuchi gilli kur ti eh.” She just barely prevented the imminent accident in the middle of the diner and gulped down to last sips of her drink. Unfortunately, Maryna still had about 40% to go. “Man apnai koochi… ghilli kur ti eh- how’s that?” She shifted to lift her shoe-less leg up to her lap. She could now press her heel into her crotch. It was an awkward sitting position, but a necessary one. “Oh, much better! Go with that!” As Pooja pressed hard on her wet crotch trying not to laugh, she glanced down to survey the damage. There was a big wet spot between her legs- she was sure it would also be visible from the back when she got up. She had noticed that a few male patrons in the diner were looking over at her and Maryna. Georgia was also glancing over frequently as she hopped tables. Pooja was glad they were seated in the corner near the door- she would simply place the $10 bill from her pocket on the table and walk Maryna out… if she ever finished her damn drink. “Oooooh.” She winced and looked down at her own crotch. She took a sip of her tea before continuing. “Steve is going to love me talking like you.” “Imagine if you offered him a three-some with me.” Despite their efforts not to laugh, they both did and made their pants wetter still. Maryna’s gears whirred for a brief moment. “You know, we could totally play wet games together as couples.” Pooja feigned thoughtfulness for a few seconds. In reality, she had already fantasized about this idea seven ways to Sunday in her dirty little mind. “Yeah… that would be something, mmm?” “Ooooooooooh- I’m about to totally soak myself.” Maryna wriggled in her seat. She lifted her cup high and tilted back her mouth. She gulped down tea for about five seconds before bringing the empty cup down on the table emphatically. “All done- shall we?” Pooja had already followed her lead in chugging down her own drink and paying for the two of them. With full bladders and a giant volume of tea sloshing around in their tummies, the attractive young ladies attempted to get up and leave the diner as discreetly as possible. Georgia looked over in time to see them rushing out of the front door with their hands over their butts- she walked over with a fresh rag to wipe down the seats. On her walk back to the laundry chute, she raised the cloth up to her nose and inhaled the sweet aroma of the women’s pee. After disposing the rag, she turned into the ladies room to wash up and take care of her own growing need- she hadn’t peed since waking up at 4:45 that morning. Outside, Maryna had convinced Pooja to ditch her car so they could accompany one another on the eight-minute drive back to her place. The joking, moaning, and giggling continued in the 2020 Jeep Grand Cherokee- both women added their share of liquid to the towels and waterproof seat covers Maryna had thoughtfully set up in her SUV that morning. They finally reached the driveway and Maryna knew she had lost the battle the moment she stepped out of the vehicle. She started wetting herself uncontrollably as she rushed towards the door. Her light blue jeans became engulfed in a rapidly-spreading wetness as she attempted to unlock the door before the neighbors saw her humiliating show. Behind her, Pooja hobbled along, trying to limit her own accident to just quick leaks. In truth, it hardly mattered- her tight purple pants were nearly drenched down to her knees already. Maryna finally got the door open and let Pooja pass through before she herself entered the house. Slamming the door behind her, she sighed deeply and continued peeing herself in private. She had needed to go SO badly- all that water and tea on an empty stomach... God, the relief of finally wetting her pants was unreal. After finishing her wetting, Maryna carefully stepped out of the giant puddle on the tiled floor to head towards the washroom- she didn’t want to miss a moment of action. She was rewarded by the amazing sight of Pooja sitting on the toilet fully clothed, her head tilted back and eyes closed. She was sighing in relief as she peed through her pants into the toilet bowl below. A large, tell-tale shiny patch showed on her purple trousers as she sat spread-legged. As she watched, Maryna unbuckled her tight jeans to reveal soaked sky-blue panties. She started masturbating through her soiled underwear moaning along with Pooja. She was so excited that her soft exploring grew into a furious circular grinding in a matter of seconds. Loud animalistic shrieks escaped her as Pooja finished relieving herself with an opening of her eyes and a quick exhale. It was such a relief to finally let go. Her bladder pulsed happily as the burden of holding in urine was finally lifted. She undid her own pants to show off her lacy pink lingerie panties, one of Julian’s favorites. Maryna climaxed as Pooja reached into her wet panties and started rubbing herself. Quick bursts of pee escaped Maryna again- her bladder wasn’t totally empty yet. Even though her own female urges had been satisfied, Maryna’s thoughts focused on Pooja touching herself in soiled knickers two feet away. Pooja froze as Maryna hugged her midsection and lifted her onto to the washroom counter. However, the initial hesitation quickly turned into hot sexual energy as Maryna ripped off her fancy panties and stuck her head into her trimmed, wet bush. Pooja could hardly believe what was happening- a gorgeous woman was eating her out. Maryna was licking her pee-covered clitoris. Pooja gasped and moaned uncontrollably as she climaxed. Like her girlfriend, she erupted bursts of pee upon orgasming, as her bladder voided the little liquid that still remained in it. Exhausted after her orgasm, Pooja allowed Maryna to stand up and embrace her. She collapsed into her girlfriend’s arms and lazily slumped off the counter to groggily walk to the bedroom for an afternoon nap.

If you think about it, this method could be better in some ways- one advantage of a different exchange approach could be to circumvent that DNP list we all know and love...

Another story to add to my series- this one also involves two women. It's a sequel to The pleasures of tea shopping. Maryna wriggled in place on the couch. Her wet panties had dried pleasantly and quickly as she had gulped down tea and white wine in front of the cozy fireplace with her legs spread open next to Pooja. “Julian will be home soon.” Pooja warned half-heartedly. She didn't want Maryna to leave, nor get dressed for that matter. Both ladies were in their underwear enjoying a drunken haze, their bladders filling to dangerous levels. They had wet their panties together an hour ago. “It’s okay, it’s been way too long since he's seen me in a bikini anyway.” Maryna responded lazily as she sipped down some more wine. “Oh! Sorry, I totally didn't mean that- I’ll cover up if you like.” Pooja giggled- they were getting reacquainted quickly! “Nah, who cares… He checks you out all the time either way.” “Haha, yeah I know… and same with Steve but with you. He loves your cute brown butt!” They laughed together- it had been way too long since they had gotten into drunk girl-talk together like this. The conversation returned to Maryna’s desire to play pee games with her husband. She asked how Pooja had gotten things going with Julian. “Well, it was all him.” Pooja paused to sip from her glass. “Oh really? You lucky little slut…” Maryna absent mindedly ran her fingers through Pooja’s long black hair. “Yeah, we were on like.. our third date together and I was just starting to get more comfortable with him so we went out for drinks. You know I usually only drink a bit with my close friends- they know not to spread gossip and photos of me… it’s all kind of changed now that I’m married and all. My family kind of got over all of it since I married… you know, a white guy.” She waved dismissively. She was growing a little incoherent as she grew drunker. “Yeah…” Maryna recalled Pooja telling her about how protective her upbringing had been. Maryna, on the other hand, had been more of a free spirit- she had dated her share of boys, though they had been on the nerdier side. Her parents had insisted she, a smart girl who consistently stayed at the top of her class, stay away from the troublesome jocks. Naturally, Maryna had been intrigued by the idea of teenage rebellion against her parents, but quickly realized her mom and dad were right- dumb boys sucked. She had married Steve, a nice boy she had met in her third year of university- he now worked as a software engineer. Pooja continued. “Anyway, I guess I got caught up in connecting with this amazing guy and drank a bit more than I should’ve. He went to pee before we left but I didn’t say anything about my need. There was a short line and it always takes ladies a little longer so I didn’t want him to have to wait after he was done.” Maryna interjected. “Yeah, it’s so unfair- I’ve definitely leaked in line before cuz of the wait.” She gulped down the rest of her wine glass and set it down before grabbing her crotch. The drinks were making their way into her bladder and it had grown from a minor nuisance to an urgent need over the past ten minutes. “So I thought I could hold it on the way home- my bus stop was only ten minutes away. But I was hammered and didn’t realize the busses didn’t run as often at night. Plus, the walk in the cold made me want to pee like hell! I was kinda awkwardly walking and hoping he didn’t know I had to piss like a racehorse. He was giving strange looks but didn’t say anything. So, he walked me to the stop and we just missed the bus by a minute. It was then that I realized I had no clue when the next one was.” “Haha, that’s hilarious! What were you wearing?” With her hand on her pussy, Maryna could feel that her pink cotton panties were still damp. She wasn’t sure if it was pee from before or her horniness. She was definitely excited. She started slowly massaging herself as Pooja responded to her naughty inquiry. “Basically a skirt- my favorite tight green skirt and a frilly crop top- I can’t remember the color now. I think it was white.” She paused to recollect and glanced over at her friend touching herself next to her. “Go on…” breathed Maryna as her masturbation intensified. “Anyway, I checked the schedule on my phone and realized I was totally fucked. The next bus was in fifteen minutes and then there was the ten-minute ride plus a few more minutes of walking after… you get the idea. There was no way I was going to get home without wetting myself.” Pooja gasped and grabbed herself between crossed legs. Telling this story was absolute hell in her desperate state. “Yes, of course, you had to GO!” Maryna gasped. She had her leg up on the couch now, near Pooja’s knee. She was furiously rubbing her clitoris through her panties. Her extremely full bladder was enhancing the self-touching session. With waves of pleasure flowing through it, the poor organ desperately sent repeated threats of imminent voidance. “And so I had no choice but to tell Julian the truth- I was bursting for the toilet and needed to find one quick.” Pooja’s face burned as she recalled the experience- many lines had been crossed since, but somehow the shame was still there. “Oh, the EMBARRASSMENT- GOSH! AH!” She shrieked as she neared climax. “What did he do?” Pooja shifted uncomfortably, grinding her fit butt on the couch. She felt like she was on the verge of re-wetting her panties. Good thing she had remembered to lay out the spare mattress-protecting sheet before they had sat down. “He was the perfect… oooh, I gotta really go bad… the perfect gentleman. He walked me down to a restaurant a couple of blocks away. I remember I was trying not grab my crotch in front of him. It’s crazy how quick a girl’s need grows sometimes- we had just left the bar only like fifteen minutes before and now I was about to wet myself in front of him!” Maryna had her head tilted back and eyes closed. There was visible wet spot on her panties as she stroked compulsively. She let out a few moans and then chomped down on her lower lip so Pooja could continue her story. “He explained the problem of my pee emergency to the greeter... or seater- whatever you call him… and offered to buy something so I could go. The guy had said it was no problem- he didn’t have to buy anything. But… the ladies room was closed five minutes for cleaning. Julian looked at me bent over still struggling not to touch my pussy in front of two hot men … and I just shook my head no.” Maryna squirted hard as she neared orgasm. She shivered uncontrollably, in a mix of pleasure and desperation as she struggled to regain control. Her spurts of pee drenched the gusset of her panties and the stream dripped onto the protective waterproof material beneath her. Maryna stopped rubbing briefly and pressed hard against her womanhood. “Ooooh…” she gasped as her bladder pulsed hard upon being denied complete relief. Seeing her friend's wet spot was rough- Pooja felt herself leak into her own panties and pressed hard. She hurriedly resumed speaking. “Ju-Julian quickly thanked the guy and led me out. I felt a little bit leak out right after we left, so I grabbed myself and told him I had to go now or I’d wet my skirt. I quickly rushed into this alley and squatted. There were people walking around nearby so I couldn't lower my panties- I just lifted my skirt and peed through them. He was like… standing there in front of me shocked. I was too focused on my own problem to worry about my date watching me piss myself.” Unable to refrain from touching herself for more than few seconds, Maryna had gone back to the circular grinding of her clit. “So, after I pulled my skirt back down, I noticed he had this.. um… boner, and he seemed embarrassed about it. He apologized for being turned on, but I said it was fine. I had a small wet spot on the front of skirt. I couldn’t see the back, but it probably got more wet from my panties. It was ok though- he had to walk behind me to hide his… you know…” It was too much- Maryna orgasmed and began full-on wetting herself. As she shrieked, pee sprayed out of her body, drenching the sofa cover and forming a giant puddle on the tiled floor. Watching Maryna’s accident predictably drove Pooja over the edge. She also started wetting herself with a relieved sigh. It was absolute heaven to finally let go. With her bladder emptying, she was lost in a dazed bliss until she heard her husband’s voice behind her. “And then we fucked for the first time at her condo.” He finished the story firmly. Maryna’s eyes shot open in a cold panic. He had been watching her masturbate and pee her panties! She sat frozen in place, unsure about what to do. Her hand was still clutching her crotch and she was breathing hard after climaxing. Her eyes were locked with Julian’s. On the other hand, Pooja was unfazed. She arose, pee dripping off her body and kissed her husband on the lips. He reached down to lovingly smack her ass, clad in wet full-cut white panties. Maryna was grateful the embrace had at least disrupted the awkward eye contact. Maryna repositioned herself on the wet couch with her legs closed- it was the least she could do to preserve the little dignity she had left. As they broke off the kiss, Julian mockingly scolded his wife. “Honey, I can’t believe you never told me about all the dirty fun you have been having!” Pooja laughed. “Don’t worry, it only started today.” She briefly filled him in on their meeting at the grocery store and everything that has transpired since. “Oh, I see. Maryna you followed her to the store, didn’t you?” Julian shot her a questioning glance as he continued to take in the incredible wet scene. Maryna blushed and admitted she had. Pooja responded this time, her arms still around her husband. “It’s ok, we made quite the evening out of it.” She reached down to massage her man through his dress pants- she had sensed his semi-erection as they embraced. She felt his body stiffen in response to her touch. She could also tell that he needed to pee- she would enjoy both his urine and semen in short order. Maryna’s humiliation quickly turned into mild envy. Julian and Pooja were about to head upstairs to engage in wet fun with each other while her husband had never given her such pleasure. Julian spoke up again. “Maryna, if you like... you can shower and stay for dinner. Then, I can give you a ride back to your car. I’ll even drop it home for you if you’re not okay to drive- the walk back to the store is only like ten minutes from your place…” Maryna decidedly shook her head from side to side and got up- the couple’s gazes lowered down to her soiled panties. “No, I’m going to call Steve now- I need to show him my pissed panties. You two can go upstairs and have your fun.” Julian and Pooja giggled, realizing their urges for each other had been obvious. A giant erection was now poking through Julian’s pants as Pooja continued fondling him. They said their goodbyes and headed upstairs. Maryna headed back to the bathroom and tossed her dress and sweater over her wet panties. Her hubby would be over to pick her up in five minutes- it was time to introduce him to watersports.

Hi everyone, this story involves females only. It follows from my previous one, entitled Pooja's Birthday. Pooja casually traced her fingers over the varied tea boxes stacked on the shelf in front of her. Tea was a great way for her and Julian to fill up on cold winter nights. She crossed one leg over the other, her bladder was steadily filling under her black, knee-length business skirt. She hadn’t peed since leaving home over four hours ago. Since then, she had sipped a large coffee in her office and gulped down her half-liter water bottle while delivering her 3-hour afternoon lesson. She had stopped at the grocery store on her drive home- a typical commute home for her with a full bladder tortured by more sips from a refilled water bottle. Stopping at the grocery store was always a rush. The 20-minute delay often resulted in squirting into her panties as she struggled to make it inside with arms full of grocery bags. Pooja’s tea and pee thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice behind her. “Oh hiiiii Pooja! how are you?!” Pooja turned around to face an old co-worker, Maryna- they had worked together as contract instructors at Rocky Mountain College until Pooja had landed an Assistant Professor position at the University of Western Colorado. As always, Maryna was well-dressed. Today, she wore a red dress with matching shoes. A thin light-grey button-up sweater was neatly worn over the top half of the dress. It was a warm afternoon, but things would cool quickly as the evening hours arrived. “Oh, hello Maryna! It’s been a while. How are you guys? We haven’t seen you both in, like, forever!” While they had worked together, the couples had hung out frequently. “We’re great! Yeah, actually I we saw you two…” Her voice trailed off. “Yes?” Maryna seemed hesitant to continue. “Well, it’s just that… we were pulling into the Thirsty Climber the other evening and we noticed you guys leaving…” Her voice trailed off. “Oh! Yeah!” Pooja yelped, drawing attention from a couple of shoppers down the aisle. Her face burned red as she realized what Maryna and Steve had seen. “Um… Julian really had to pee, so we were just leaving.” Despite her embarrassment, it was probably just best to acknowledge the awkward topic and put it on her husband. She mentally sent out a quick apology to him. “Oh.” “Yeah, he’s real shy about peeing in public toilets…” she invented quickly. “We had to get back home so he could go.” She laughed nervously. “Oh, Steve never mentioned anything like that.” “Yeah, he’s usually okay with waiting until he’s home, but with alcohol sometimes…” Pooja was regretting her lie more and more each passing second. But, what else was she supposed to say? They were a freaky couple who loved peeing their pants? “Well, did he make it OK? It looked like he was…” Again, her voice trailed off. Pooja’s embarrassment heightened- not only had they seen Julian dying for a piss, they had seen him losing control in his jeans. She wondered if they suspected their sexual fetish. What had she and Steve talked about at the bar? Were they meeting someone else there? Had those someones filled in the details of Julian growing desperate in the middle of the busy bar? “Yeah, he was mostly OK. He leaked a bit, but we got home in time.” As she lied, she grew excited at the memory of her husband’s huge accident… and then her own accident… and then the hot sex that had followed. Another part of her could scarcely believe she was telling an old friend her husband had peed in his pants. “Oh… that’s good, I guess.” As Maryna continued eyeing her curiously, Pooja’s own bladder sent a warning pang causing her to jiggle on the spot. “Yeah, okay I really gotta get going here… get dinner ready before Julian gets home. Great seeing you!” “Yeah, you too- let’s meet soon.” Pooja noticed her eyes wander down to her crossed, quivering legs before she moved along. Pooja quickly grabbed an orange spice flavoured tea and strode to the checkout counter. She had planned to purchase a few more things, but damn Maryna had consumed a few of her precious minutes and she was absolutely bursting. Pooja impatiently tapped the toe of her high heels as she waited in line, then crossed her legs again. She needed to pee SO badly. The feeling of drenching her skirt in the shower was going to be amazing! She just needed to hold on until she got home. Pooja paid for her groceries and tried to focus on where she had parked her Mazda. It was always tough to remember basic things when her bladder was full. Luckily, her car wasn’t too far away- the store usually got busier after 5:30. She hurriedly dumped her bags in the hatchback trunk and shut it. Before she could start walking to the driver’s seat, a yell halted her progress. “Pooja, wait!” Maryna was speed-walking towards her. “Oh, you’re here…” Pooja agitatedly shifted her legs. Maryna was making her life hell right now. “Yeah, sorry… listen, this is super embarrassing to admit. But I got really turned on by seeing Julian. I haven’t told Steve, but I really need to talk to you about it.” Pooja sensed she was nervous- everything was blurted out in one long breath. Pooja’s bladder pulsed and she involuntarily bent her legs and shifted her feet trying not to wet her full-cut white cotton panties under her dark-brown pantyhose. Maryna’s eyes widened at the sight of the attractive and desperate Indian woman dancing in front of her. “Okay, c’mon- get in, quick!” Pooja instructed as she turned and hurried into the driver seat. Maryna didn’t need to be told twice. She eagerly hopped into the car and the ladies were on their way. In between her moans, gasps, and cries about how badly she needed to pee, Pooja shared the details about their pee games. Maryna couldn’t really speak- she was hopelessly aroused by Pooja clutching herself as she drove with one hand, her skirt hiked up to her panties. As she turned into her driveway, Pooja felt herself leak. Maryna had her eyes locked on her- her mouth opened wordlessly as Pooja gasped sharply. Maryna’s gaze intensified as she searched for evidence of wetness around the woman’s crotch. Feeling the warm wetness on her fingers as her pee seeped through her panties, Pooja slammed the car into park and turned off the engine. She didn’t bother retrieving the groceries this time- she was way too desperate to bother with the two bags in her trunk. Even though she had just admitted her darkest secrets to her, she still wanted to maintain some dignity and not give Maryna a wetting show at her front door. She squirted again as she got the door unlocked- just eleven steps to the shower now; she knew from experience. She carelessly kicked off her shoes as Maryna shut the door behind her. Pooja started losing complete control as she hobbled to the bathroom. Her bladder exploded into her professional clothes and her pee sprayed everywhere as she made a beeline for the shower. Maryna excitedly followed the wet trail into the bathroom- she flipped on the light as she entered it. Pooja stood in the shower, sighing with relief. She had released the grip on her crotch and her palms now rested on her stomach as she wet her skirt. Pee streams ran down both of her legs and into the shower drain. Pooja opened her eyes as she continued peeing- it was a wild thrill wetting herself in front of an aroused woman. Realizing Maryna wanted to see more, Pooja lifted up her skirt as she finished peeing, revealing her drenched undergarments. Droplets trickled from her pantyhose as she released the final few spurts into her clothes. Unable to contain her horniness a moment longer, Maryna had also hiked up her dress and begun rubbing herself. It was swiftly getting hot and sweaty under the sweater, so she clumsily undid the buttons with her left hand. Her right hand was preoccupied with pleasuring her clitoris. She shook the sweater off her shoulders, and worked the free arm through- it dangled off the rubbing arm, swaying to and fro on the tiled bathroom floor. Pooja remained standing vulnerably in the shower with her skirt held up as Maryna masturbated. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before Maryna went back to admiring her soiled crotch. Also turned on, Pooja undid her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Then she undid her purple blouse, revealing her 34B breasts encased in a stunning white bra. Maryna’s rubbing intensified as Pooja stripped in front of her. As the attractive woman lowered her wet pantyhose, bringing her soiled white panties into full view, Maryna climaxed. She screamed with pleasure and collapsed to the floor. There was an audible thud as her voluptuous body contacted the vanity counter behind her. She stopped rubbing as she released her womanly orgasmic gasps, her fingers still pressing into her vulva through her panties. Finally, after a few quick breaths, she removed her hand from her crotch- there was a visible wetness on her pink cotton panties. The women’s eyes finally diverted from each other as Pooja stepped out of the shower, now wearing just her underwear. She reached down and grabbed spent Maryna’s arm and lifted her up off the cold floor. “Let’s go to the couch- we can warm up with the fireplace.” She slid her hand into her girlfriend’s, intending to escort her out of the bathroom. Maryna hesitated. “Hang on, my turn.” She shook off her sweater and stripped off her dress, revealing a red bra which perfectly matched the dress. Still wearing her panties, she sat down on the toilet and emptied her own bladder. Pooja admired her wet spot as she finished peeing and gave her a few more rubs for good measure. Despite orgasming only moments earlier, Maryna shivered as electricity ran through her body in response to the feminine touch. “Want some tea?” Pooja offered, as they exited the bathroom in wet panties, holding hands. “Sure, good idea- I’m thirsty!”

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Hi again, this story is the follow up to Wet Student Roleplay. Once again, it probably isn't for everyone as it focuses on Pooja's fantasy so it's her husband going through most of the desperation. There is some female action later though. Pooja’s own bladder seemed to fill more quickly as she enjoyed her helplessly desperate husband flirting with her. They were at their favourite local pub, the Thirsty Climber- it was a ten-minute walk from home, fifteen if you took the quieter streets. It was Pooja’s twenty-eighth birthday and they had both taken the day off work, just as they had done for Julian’s thirtieth six weeks ago. As planned, they had arrived at the pub together, but Julian had remained outside for five minutes. As she had ordered her drink, Pooja had enjoyed him pacing around in his black jeans and grey sweater. After chugging two liters of water back home, he was already desperate for the urinal. As she sipped her dirty martini whilst watching her husband repeatedly check the time on his phone, Pooja’s attention also drifted to the darkening sky. Judging by Julian’s awkward shifting, they’d be walking home pretty soon, but it would likely be dark enough by then. As she thought about what was going to happen, she grew sexually excited- her pussy was already wet and the fun hadn’t really even started yet. What a hot birthday wish she had made! Finally, Julian had entered the noisy pub and casually took the seat next to her. He ordered a 24-ounce beer and the cheery young bartender, Emily, had the drink poured and served to him within thirty seconds. As he accepted the drink, he turned to Pooja who was eagerly watching the show. “Hi there, I’m Julian.” He offered a handshake to the attractive Indian woman wearing a black, knee-length skirt and jungle-green blouse. She returned his handshake. “Cheers, I’m Pooja.” She raised her half-full glass and they both sipped. The fake small talk went on for about ten minutes as Julian gulped his way through the large drink. He was constantly shifting in his chair now. Pooja wondered how much longer it would be before he officially tried to “pick her up” and asked her to leave the bar with him. Being a proper lady, she was planning to make him wait just a little bit longer before she accepted. Pooja finished her drink and began nibbling on her lemon slice. Remaining true to his role as an interested suiter, Julian sprung into action and called out to the bartender. “Another drink for the lady.” Emily came over and confirmed Pooja wanted the same drink, then looked over at Julian. “How about you- another beer?” Julian looked down at his mug- there was still a third to go and he needed to pee urgently already. He doubted he could hold on through another large beer. He snuck a peek at Pooja who smiled softly and nodded. They had been talking at the bar for nearly a half-hour now- he must truly be desperate. “OK, sure- thanks.” Julian replied painfully and paid for the drinks. As Emily began preparing the drinks, Pooja’s thoughts briefly returned to her own bladder. She had not been drinking anywhere near Julian’s level, but she had been sipping from her water bottle all afternoon. She hadn’t peed since they had used the toilet together after lunch. The drinks arrived and Julian chugged the remainder of his first beer. His fist was resting on top of his shaking leg. He was fighting the urge to grab his cock through his jeans- he had to go SO badly. “Hey, is everything ok down there?” Pooja nodded towards his crotch. “Oh yeah, everything’s fine.” He lied. Earlier that day, Pooja had requested that Julian would be extremely shy about his need to pee. “OK cool- thanks for the drink. Cheers!” She raised her glass, strategically forcing him to drink again. Julian realized there was no way he would be leaving the pub without finishing this drink- it was best he accomplish the deed as quickly as possible. The longer he waited, the more his bladder would fill. “So, what do you like to see in a girl?” Pooja purred. The drunken fake conversation had progressed from career and hobbies to slightly raunchier topics. “Mostly common hobbies, you know… nice person, stuff like that.” He was having an almost impossible time focusing on the conversation. His bladder was absolutely bursting- warning pangs were frequent and painful. He subtly pressed his fingers against the head of his penis, hoping no one at the busy pub would notice. “Mmmm….” Pooja closed her eyes and rocked her head to the catchy rock music; it was a tell-tale sign of her drunkenness. She opened her eyes to grin at her husband. “Hobbies… like… going to the beach for a swim? Maybe hiking up a mountain and enjoying the waterfalls along the way?” Julian opened his mouth in horror as his bladder seemed to flip inside his body. His urine seemed to reach the very tip of his penis before he was somehow to stop the squirt into his sexy red panties, a special gift from Pooja. His hand was fully clutching his penis now. He really had to get some of this beer down and ask Pooja to leave with him before he made a giant puddle right there at the bar! Julian brought the glass to his lips and took several large gulps. Pooja giggled. “Woahhh easy there, tiger! I can’t screw you if you’re too drunk to consent.” Julian knew from experience that she was tipsy- her dirty jokes always emerged with alcohol. Julian was too desperate to reply. His legs quivered as he tried to maintain his dignity- he was in severe danger of wetting his pants in public. He was full-on clutching himself now, not caring if people saw- the embarrassment was merely a fraction of the humiliation he would feel if he soaked his pants. He chugged from the mug again- it was about half-finished when he set it down. His legs scissored as he struggled to hold on for just a little while longer. Another series of gulps and the drink would be done- then he would ask his wife to leave. Maybe she would accept. He got up from the bar stool and danced next to it. “Oh, getting up? Wanna ask me to dance? I’d love to join in on the fun!” Pooja’s grin widened as she watched him dance desperately on the spot. She also arose from her stool and leaned in close to him. She placed her cool hand on top of his, which gripped his cock. “I would love to help you with this, too.” Pooja slurred sultrily. She was really enjoying this- the buzz from the alcohol and her steadily filling bladder was working its magic. Her man was on the verge of leaking into his panties in public and it was simply HOT. Julien chewed his lower lip trying to drown out her naughty taunts. He was focused on two things- finishing this darn beer and keeping his jeans dry. With beer sloshing in his tummy and piss sloshing in his bladder, he raised his mug again to gulp down as much as he could. He swallowed hard and fought off the vomit reflex successfully. The mug was down to about 1/3 left- good enough. “Uh, Pooja?” “Mm... hmm?” She smiled at him seductively. “Wanna get out of here?” His bladder seemed to relax at the possibility of being granted relief soon and emitted another powerful spasm. This time, Julian couldn’t stop it and felt himself leak into his panties. He shifted his feet and crossed his legs- a few heads turned towards the sudden movement. “Ooooh such forwardness! I love it! But… perhaps we should finish our drinks first?” She intently raised her half-full glass to her lips to sip. Julian groaned, annoyed that his suspicions had proven correct. He really had to go- he was minutes from losing the battle. He glanced longingly at the men’s room to the right of the bar. How great it would feel to run in there, unzip, and let loose at the nearest urinal! He paused to make sure his stomach was ok before raising the mug again. He managed to get about half of the remaining beer down before another spurt escaped his body. He danced violently in place, gripping his manhood tightly. He drew attention from all over the busy establishment as he just managed to prevent the full-on wetting accident. With a shaking hand, Julian reached out to finally finish the damned beer. It was critical he get out of the bar NOW or his pants were as good as soaked in front of half the town. He spurted yet again but continued drinking this time- there were only a few gulps to go! Somehow he got the beer down and regained control. However, it was clear to everyone watching- this handsome young man was seconds away from pissing himself. “OK, drink’s all done! Can we go now? PLEASE?” Julian hopped in place. In addition to being unbelievably desperate, he was feeling buzzed having downed so much beer in a short time. “But… I’m still not done mine.” Pooja slowly raised the quarter-full cocktail glass to her lips to take yet another delicate sip. “Please Pooja- PLEASE!” He was begging as he danced in place, with both hands. People all around were focused on the show now. They were laughing and pointing at the grown man on the verge of peeing himself in public. “Hmmm…” Pooja pretended to consider his proposal as she sipped her drink. Her red cotton hipster panties were saturated with her natural feminine lubricant- she was so aroused that she wanted to fuck her husband right there on the pub floor. To emphasize quickly released his hands from his crotch to reveal a large wet spot on his jeans. More warm pee spurted out before he grabbed himself again. Emily, along with several other gawkers, stared in shock at the surreal scene. Pooja’s eyes widened upon realization of the seriousness of the matter. She chugged the remainder of her drink, grabbed her coat and purse, and hurried her husband out of the pub. Julian managed to hang on until they stormed through the glass door, but the cool night air hit him like swift kick to the bladder. He started uncontrollably peeing in his jeans and wet streaks began running down his legs. Pooja’s own need for the toilet multiplied in the cold and she didn’t need to look back at Julian to know what was happening. Assertively, she dragged him into an alley and pushed him against a dumpster. Grateful for the semi-privacy, Julian stopped trying to hold in his pee and relaxed. He let go of his crotch and let his bladder empty forcefully into his jeans. Pooja looked down at her husband’s steamy wet jeans for a moment before French-kissing him. As they made out, she rubbed her hand over his hot wet crotch, feeling his still-peeing cock harden instantly. As he continued peeing, some curious voices emerged behind them. Pooja quickly broke off the kiss and dragged him further down the alley. “We gotta move- hurry!” The rowdy group of college boys laughed and yelled obscenities at them but fortunately didn’t continue onwards in their direction. Julian’s bladder was finally empty and the shiny wetness on his jeans was evidence of that. However, Pooja was growing more desperate each passing minute as the couple strategically made their way through quiet dark streets. They still encountered the occasional dog-walkers but briskly made their way past them. The wetness on Julian’s jeans had blended in quickly so his accident wasn’t too obvious in the dark night. Five minutes from home, Pooja had her hand in her crotch as she walked. She was surprised how quickly her desperation had grown. She was absolutely bursting now and it was a true battle against time to get home before she peed her skirt. Unfortunately for her, her hubby’s initial humiliation had turned into a rather playful mood. As she tried to get home to sweet relief, he relentlessly grabbed her ass, tried to tickle her, even threw in a few quick spanks for good measure. Finally, just a minute from home, he pushed her against a truck parked roadside, effectively pinning her. In her desperate state, she was unable to fight him off and continue the trek home. With his body locked against hers, she inhaled the aroma of his soiled pants. He kissed her and pressed his midsection deliberately against hers, putting pressure on her full bladder. It was too much. Despite her grip on her pussy, she started peeing her panties. Her long-held pee soaked her skirt, their shoes, the asphalt below. A young couple walking by heard the splattering sound and gave them long stares, but Julian and Pooja simply continued mauling each other. They were far too turned on to care. Finally, Pooja finished peeing- the relief was overwhelming. They practically ran the rest of the way home, stripping each other on the front porch before they even got the door unlocked. After a brief pause to turn on the light so they could enjoy the sight of each other’s wet panties, they rushed to their bed to add a perfect ending to an amazing birthday.

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Hi everyone, I'm back after a while. This story isn't for everyone as it contains some roleplaying by husband and wife (not a real scenario). Also, there a bit of cross-dressing by the husband. I'll probably add some past and future experiences by this couple in coming weeks. Julian loudly shook the cowbell in his hand. Pooja, at the doorway, twisted in agony. Her knees ground together as she danced helplessly in place. It was completely clear- the poor girl was dying for the toilet. She twirled agonizingly in place, with half a mind to rush off to the toilet. Julian’s bell clanged again. “Pooja, please take your seat now- class is starting.” Pooja groaned quietly as she took a couple of reluctant steps into the “classroom”, Julian’s home office. A single wooden chair sat across from the large wooden desk Julian usually prepared his teaching materials from. “Please, sir- you don’t understand! My last class ran late and I rushed over here to be on time! I didn’t get to visit the ladies!” Her voice wavered, in part from desperation and in part from her stellar act of a helpless female college student on the verge of tears. Julian took a moment to admire his beautiful wife. Wearing skinny jeans, white tank-top (no bra), and a see-through pink over-shirt, she danced writhing her hips not ten feet away from him. Her little fists were clenched forcefully- he could see her long sky-blue fingernails digging into her skin as she desperately waived her arms about. She was absolutely bursting, fighting the urge to grab her crotch- not that she hadn’t done that a thousand times in front of her husband. No, she was totally committed to her role. It was Julian’s thirtieth birthday and she wanted to make it as memorable as possible. Julian could hardly believe his eyes- how lucky he was to have a woman into his fetish beside him! They had met at the University of Western Colorado three years ago- she had already been working there as a sessional instructor for a couple of semesters and he had joined her department. They had grown close quickly and the friendship had quickly evolved into romance. Pooja came from a traditional Indian family, so they had taken things slow. Julian was more open about his desires, so it didn’t take Pooja long to figure out her sexy body plus a full bladder got him rock hard. “I’m sorry- you know the rules, Ms. Sethi. Now come in and join your classmates.” Julian gestured towards the chair. He was already erect and the skit had merely started. The noticeable bulge in his black dress pants betrayed him as he attempted to maintain a strict teacher act. Underneath his neatly ironed and creased pants, his excited male organ pushed relentlessly against the silk fabric of his lacy red panties- a gift from Pooja last Christmas. Pooja hobbled to the chair and slid down into it. Her lips mouthed a barely audible “ooh” as sitting added more pressure to her rapidly filing bladder. Since her morning pee three hours ago, Pooja had downed a large home-brewed coffee, a tall glass of grapefruit juice, and her 1L water bottle twice. She had teased her husband relentlessly as they had gone out to pick up a birthday cake for the party tonight. Filling up in public was always a naughty turn-on for Pooja, especially when her man was there looking for subtle clues of her mounting desperation. She had downed her bottle for the second time during the drive to the store and had squirmed in the bakery section as Julian took way too long hemming and hawing over which cake to get. Now back home, her feet bounced in unison on the laminate floor. She, a desperate student, was about to piss herself in class. A growing excitement spread out from the pit of her stomach- what a thrill this was! She often wondered if her some of her young, attractive students put off going to the lavatory during class time. She had definitely seen her share of students, male and female alike, packing up their things and bolting out the door at the end of 3-hour lessons. Were they desperate for relief? It certainly made sense that some students would be, if they had put off peeing during the short mid-class break. Pooja certainly never peed at break-time and her bladder was usually pretty full by class’s end. Julian was stumbling through his accounting notes as he eyed his struggling wife. It hardly mattered- Pooja was in no shape to focus on anything except maintaining control of her engorged bladder. Again and again, it threatened to shoot hot urine through her strained urethra. The pee would exit her body and soak her violet bikini-cut cotton panties. Julian loved those panties on her. Simple but pretty- even prettier when they were soaked with piss. After nearly ten minutes of constant wriggling, Pooja’s hand shot up. “Please professor, I really need to go- it’s an emergency!” Julian chewed his lip thoughtfully. “OK, you may go this time. But I want you back in class within three minutes. The toilets are just outside and you have no excuse for wandering elsewhere- don’t make me come look for you!” “Thanks, sir. I’ll be right back- I promise!” Pooja stood up carefully with one hand over her crotch. She resisted smiling as she felt Julian’s gaze locked in on her. This was so much fun! Julian had come up with such a hot scenario that morning. “And no more drama from you the rest of class either!” Julian called out as she exited his office. Pooja exited the room and rushed off to the kitchen- she needed more water. She located her empty water bottle on the table and shoved it into the water dispenser on the fridge. As the cold water noisily poured into the bottle, Pooja crossed her legs and clenched her pussy tighter. She was mere minutes away from losing complete control. It was a minor miracle she hadn’t made a wet spot on her underwear yet. “Good, welcome back. Now, sit.” Pooja bit her lower lip as she re-entered the classroom. “S-sir… the washrooms were closed for cleaning.” She danced on the spot for emphasis, her hands folded into a ball in front of her groin and pressed up against her womanhood. Julian’s mouth opened in temporary speechlessness. Despite coaching her to say the exact line, the fantasy was still nearly overwhelming to him. “Well… t-that’s too bad. You will have to hold it until the end of class like a big girl.” Julian spoke firmly and turned his attention back to the notes package he was reading from. “But please sir- I- I am going to have an accident.” Pooja whimpered. The scene was hardly acted- she was truly on the verge of peeing her pants where she stood. “Sorry, but we had a deal- you got your break. Now please, SIT DOWN!” Feigning frustration, Pooja collapsed into her chair again. She waited for her husband to start reading again before opening her water bottle and tipping the cool water down her throat. It seemed to flow straight into her bladder, and she quickly lowered the bottle again. Her legs scissored as she rocked in her chair, clutching herself. Her thoughts drifted back to when she had wet herself in 3rd grade after her friend had dared her to drink three milk cartons at lunch. Pooja had managed to complete the dare, just barely keeping the large volume of milk down, but the bigger issue had come after lunch break- in class, in the form of the 8-year old’s rapidly filling bladder. The strict teacher had let her go the first time but accused her of faking the second time a half-hour later. Pooja ended up wetting her skirt at her desk and the class had roared with laughter. To her credit, the teacher had apologized profusely and even explained to her mom that it had not been Pooja’s fault. Back home, mom had prepared a bubble bath with her favourite rubber ducky. She had lovingly assured her upset daughter that accidents sometimes happened and they were perfectly okay. Pooja suspected that her relationship with Julian had reignited old feelings about the incident. On top of everything else, watching Julian teaching with a huge erection was driving her wild. Here he was, a handsome, young, well-dressed professor trying his best to stay composed, but unable to keep himself from growing sexually excited. All because of a cute naughty student who was wetting herself in his class- all because of her. As she watched the giant tent poking out from his pants, Pooja’s thoughts drifted to what he wore underneath. She visualized his giant manhood poking through the red lingerie. Knowing that, underneath the professional attire, he was wearing a very feminine and sexy pair of panties she had picked out for him made it all that much hotter. Pooja felt herself squirt into her panties and squeezed tighter to limit the damage- it wouldn’t be long now before she involuntarily soiled her best pair of jeans. She knew this particular pair drove Julian absolutely wild. The denim fabric snugly hugged her fit, shapely ass and the tight waistband severely restricted how much her bladder could expand- she suspected that she had wet this particular pair of jeans at least ten times for him. She yelled out, interrupting her professor’s reading, as he had carefully requested earlier that morning. “Please sir, mera pashaabh niklunh vala eh! Main apni pant gili kurun vali eh!” Julian almost exploded in his dress pants. He had heard Pooja resort back to her native Punjabi language when she was truly desperate during their initial time playing “hold-it” together. After he had asked what she had yelled seconds before drenching her panties and skirt, Pooja had figured out her instinctive outburst had driven her man wild. She then started purposely including more Punjabi between desperate moans. He was picking up Punjabi slowly with her help, but there was no doubt what that familiar phrase meant. Pooja had just leaked and was about to completely wet her jeans. Julian stopped reading and began vigorously rubbing himself through his pants. He didn’t want to come in his pants, but the temptation to masturbate was becoming too overwhelming. His student was helplessly disgracing herself in his classroom. Soon, she would wet her tight, light-blue jeans and go through the humiliation of having a toilet accident in a college classroom. “No! You can’t leave…” Julian gasped as he stroked the head of his rock-hard member through the cotton fabric. His testosterone-fueled vulgar act continued despite his distant thought about sharing his imminent climax with his wife. Pooja pressed against her vulva through the jeans. She was hopelessly desperate and aroused- a telltale glistening sweat covered her beautiful face. Unable to help herself, she stroked herself a few times, circling her right hand over her jeans. It felt amazing- she somehow willed herself to stop rubbing in the interest of accurate roleplay. Her fingers now pushed hard against her crotch- she was SO close to peeing herself in class. “Professor…” She stood up, with equal intent to surrender the difficult battle and halt her husband from orgasming on his own. The floodgates opened and Pooja began wetting her pants. She closed her eyes and with relief as her entire body relaxed. Her fingers were finally out of her crotch with her hand on her hips, her legs spread apart so her husband could fully enjoy the show. Julian’s eyes widened as a rapidly spreading wetness engulfed the worn denim cloth. His compulsive rubbing intensified. In addition to the exhilarating relief of finally letting go, Pooja felt the pleasant warmth of her pee flooding her jeans and socks. She opened her eyes to enjoy the giant waterfall flowing from her pussy and forming a clear lake at her feet. As she finally finished emptying her bladder, she looked up and noticed Julian trying to work his pants open so he could get his right hand into his panties- his natural tendency when his wife wet herself. Pooja knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to share his climax. “Honey, wait- stop!” She briskly walked to the front of the room with the impressive work desk, creating a trail of wet footsteps behind her. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out from inside his pants. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. He took the hint well and kissed her. As their tongues met, she inched closer to feel his giant erection against her wet body. They broke off the kiss and he abruptly returned to his professor role, even though his manhood was persistently throbbing inside his panties. His unbuttoned dress pants had slid down to his feet. “Look at the big wet mess you’ve made in my classroom, young lady.” “Mmmm…” Pooja moaned softly, excited about the turn this was taking. “I am going to have to punish you for it! Let’s teach you some discipline, you dirty girl!” Julian dragged her to his desk and pushed her down on it. Knowing what was coming, she quickly unbuttoned her tight form-fitting jeans so he could yank them down to her thighs. She now stood bent over the desk with her wet violet panties exposed to him. He began spanking his naughty student as he scolded her. “You naughty little baby girl- wetting your pants in class! Who is going to clean up your puddle?” Pooja smiled and winced simultaneously as her husband’s palm punished her stinging bottom over and over. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time. “I will, professor. I’m sorry!” “Quiet, you!” His breathing grew heavier as he tired from beating her. She quickly reached behind her and pulled down her panties. She didn’t want the fun to stop just yet and the sight of her shaved pussy always did the trick. Julian found his second wind and pulled down his own panties, finally freeing his pulsating penis. He entered her and pumped roughly. Already on the edge of orgasm, Pooja screamed with pleasure. They were done after a mere minute of sex- he shot his hot white load into her while her hands spread to the edges of his work desk. She collapsed down on it, breathing heavily, her 34B breasts rising and falling under her tank top. Julian put his hands on the table on either side of her slender, semi-naked body. He was spent after experiencing one of his top sexual fantasies. He pulled out and gently pushed his body on top of hers. They lay there for a long moment in exhausted, satisfied bliss. “Wow.” Pooja finally spoke a minute later. “Yeah, wow.” Julian agreed. He pulled away from the desk and stripped off his panties. Pooja did the same with her soaked clothes. It was time to clean up and begin birthday party preparations.

There were a few clips posted here of a curvy lady who desperately peed long, tight skirts with her hand in the crotch. She always left a giant stain down the front. I remember her peeing red, blue skirts- it looked like some kind of office in one video.

Tina stopped dancing on the spot and gasped. A humiliating wetness spread down the front of her jeans and, to add to her embarrassment, droplets of pee deflected off the unforgiving chastity belt and sprayed everywhere. A couple of ladies took a step back as they observed the very desperate petite blonde soak her pants. Josephine, a brunette of nearly equal height and weight, bolted out of the toweled circle to dance helplessly in front of Crystal. Clutching her chastity belt, she begged to be released from the locked device. Crystal obliged, inserting her master key into the keyhole in front of Josephine’s crotch and turning it. It was a pointless venture. As the device slid to her feet, Josephine peed her skirt. A waterfall of pee flowed through the twenty-three year old’s bright orange panties, soaking the chastity belt at her feet. Outside the toweled area, Josephine’s pee was free to flow far and wide on the gym floor. As Tina and Josephine finished wetting themselves, crying through a mix of shame and relief, Daphne finally lowered her dress pants and panties to squat on the floor. A few of the belted women were too desperate to watch the beautiful, big-bladdered redhead relieve herself, but the others, including Sama, took advantage of the opportunity to see the ocean of pee flowing out from a thick red bush and splattering on the wet floor. Sama had grown really desperate, really quickly since peeing thirty-five minutes ago. She doubted she could last the half-hour plus to relief. As Daphne pulled up her pants and permitted Crystal to lock in the final chastity belt of the morning, Sama watched a defeated pair of wet women, Tina and Josephine, seat themselves on plastic chairs outside the toweled circle. The back of Tina’s jeans were absolutely drenched- her accident was obvious now that Crystal had removed the chastity belt. Sama wriggled desperately, knowing her own tan pants would look like that if she failed to hold her pee. Surprisingly, no other woman asked Crystal for an unlocking. In pretty much the same order as they had squatted, Amber, Carissa, Pauline, Rhiannon, Brenda, Ashley, and Teri all accepted their ill fates and pissed themselves over the next twenty-five minutes. Yet again, Sama was surprised by the women’s dedication to the program- there was no way she would be the second woman, after Josephine, to request to be unlocked. Shockingly, it was less embarrassing to soak her light tan pants. With ten minutes to go, Sama was holding on through sheer will alone. She had her hands pressed up against the belt, like all the desperate women around her. The pressing did next to nothing- there was very little direct pressure on Sama’s pussy. Instead, the sharp edges of the device dug painfully into her inner legs/hips joints. Sama felt herself squirt. Desperately, she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to regain control and prevent a full-fledged accident. The large gym clock read 11:51. “Only 9 minutes to go… only 9 minutes to go!” She whispered fiercely to herself, trying to pull her tired body across the finish line. “Oh no!” Justine yelped a few away from Sama as she started wetting her panties. Thoughtfully, she lifted her short skirt up to save it from the wild pee stream. As she peed into her white cotton panties, her pee flowed out through her chastity belt. Sama enjoyed the clear view of the young Asian woman’s accident briefly, but quickly diverted her eyes as she almost started wetting her own panties. Another squirt escaped- her panties were slowly but surely getting wetter. Robin and Emilia were not so lucky. They also started peeing their pants. Despite her attempts to focus on her own bladder, Sama noticed the accidents- the women’s moans of relief were sheer torture. There were only six minutes left- she had to hang on, somehow. After a few more squirts, Sama could feel the wetness on her crotch, even if it was hard to see anything through the chastity device. Knowing that her pants were already soiled made it that much harder to hold it. What was the point if they were soiled already? Surprisingly, Lindsay and three other women had also wet themselves as Sama valiantly hung on. She had no idea how she was still holding on, in so much pain and squirting every minute or so. Her bladder was at its absolute limits and was merely seconds away from a total lapse. There were two minutes left- she could do this. Crystal, working quickly, had managed to get the entire group of wet women unlocked and out of the flooded circle. Only Daphne, Sama, and Kayleigh remained, and they all seemed to be moments away from the same doomed wet fate. Sama slowly hobbled to the edge of the circle closest to Crystal. If she made it to the end, she wanted to be unlocked first. How she would get to a toilet, she had no idea. No, she was well beyond embarrassment now- she would simply pull her pants down again and pee in front of all of her female admirers. Only a few feet from each other now, Crystal gazed at her intently- Sama could tell she was pushing her to hang on, but unwavering in her duty. She would not unlock her until this final revolution of the seconds hand of the gym clock was complete. In tears, Sama splashed about trying to hold on just thirty more seconds. With all the squirting, her pants were wet down to her mid thighs. Behind her, Kayleigh moaned- she had lost the battle with merely seconds to go. Sama dared not turn around to admire the accident- every ounce of energy was needed to keep her urine inside her tortured body. Finally, time was up- it was noon. Crystal stepped forward, key in hand. It was too late. As she inserted the key and turned it, Sama lost control. She sighed in frustration, hands on her hips as Crystal pulled the belt down to unveil a huge accident. Sama was completely drenching her tan pants Crystal paused a moment to observe the giant accident before dutifully freeing a dancing Daphne. Daphne had a quarter-sized wet spot on her navy-blue dress pants, but managed to hold on just long enough to pull down her pants and panties to her knees, squat, and release a long-held flood on the wet floor. She peed long after Sama had finished wetting herself with a blissful moan. The woman’s bladder was truly incredible. As Daphne pulled her pants up, Sama thanked the ladies for coming, promising that they would review the recording next meeting. She invited them all to take a seat protector with them- they were piled up on the table at the front. As the other women carefully excited the gym, looking out for any Peeping Toms who might see them in their wet clothes, Sama remained standing next to Crystal. Understanding, Crystal led her away to a quiet corner away from her staff, who had now left their cameras to begin mopping up the gym floor. “How was it?” She whispered to Sama as they came to a stop. “Amazing.” Sama smiled at her and ran her hand over her soaked pants. Crystal stepped back to admire the drenched pants, now dark brown from wetness. She reached into Sama’s crotch to lightly rub her fingers over her clothed but wet pussy. Sama gasped and undid her pants- Crystal eagerly pulled them down, revealing white panties, now wet and transparent. Once again, Crystal reached in for a slow, intimate stroke. Sama moaned quietly and spread her legs, inviting the doctor to rub harder, but Crystal stopped. “Soon- be patient.” She whispered to Sama as she pulled her pants back up. She walked away to grab a seat protector, leaving Sama to button up. Crystal handed Sama yet another water bottle and opened her own as they walked to Crystal’s car. They would get to know each other better in Crystal’s home. Thanks for the kind words everyone- I really enjoyed writing this!