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As promised in my other compilation thread, I’m putting longer multi-part encounters with my wife in their own threads. If you’ve paid attention to my stories, it’s obvious that my wife at least partially enjoys holding a full bladder, plus it happens naturally as she avoids public bathrooms with possible. Over the past couple years, since I last regularly posted anything, she now does it basically any time we go out for more than a few hours. She always makes sure I know when she needs to go, and I have actually caught her having unassisted orgasms when she was really desperate to pee on a couple occasions. I’ve always enjoyed going out with her, even if it's just doing stuff around town, but now I REALLY look forward to going out with her! She’s finally been wanting to go out on half/full day trips again, so I’ve been scouting out places to go, with emphasis on places with limited bathroom access. We went out this past Saturday to a small town about 2.5 hours away, with the intention of knocking out some Christmas shopping. I had high hopes for her needing to pee while away from a bathroom, as it has happened before at the same place. The day didn’t disappoint, though not in the way I originally planned. After changing a couple times, she ended up wearing a flowy shirt and a black tights. She also wore spanx with panties underneath. To start, on the trip down, it's very rural with only a few smaller towns to potentially stop at. We stopped for coffee on the way out of town, and as expected she needed to pee about an hour later. She casually told me that she had to pee, but she didn’t ask to stop. After years of asking, she’s finally started doing this for me. Normally she could just hold until she really had to stop, but this way I can enjoy it. We were entering smaller town, then it was about 15 minutes to the next town (which was larger and took about 10 minutes to get through), and after that there was almost nothing for quite a while. She started getting increasingly urgent over the next 15 minutes to the point that I asked her if she actually needed to stop. Thankfully she said "No, I can wait" before bending forward to take some pressure off then partially crossing her legs. A minute later, she looked outside and said: "Well, it's raining outside, so I can't really pee on the side of the road, huh? That caught my attention since it implied that she was farther along than she was acting, but I wasn't stopping until she explicitly told me to. I was hoping that she would wait until after we went past the town we were approaching, which she did. I can't tell if she does this on purpose or it just happens a lot, but as we were leaving she told me "OK, I really need to stop now." We almost immediately came up to a gas station, but it was sketchy looking (pretty common for these rural highways) and before I even slowed down she told me tp keep going, because she was done with "nasty bathrooms." My penis twitched because I knew that we were at least 5 minutes from the next stop. She struggled more and more until we finally got there. I tried to pass it off as having lousy bathrooms, but she was past the point of caring unless it was obviously awful (such as portable toilets, or had a meth-head hanging out in front (it’s actually happened), or something like that). She had her legs crossed and was bouncing in her seat as we pulled up, and before I had the car in "Park", she took a sharp breath in and told me she just peed a little. She jumped out, and before she opened the store's door I heard her say "Fuck, peed again", then she ran inside. It took me a little bit to calm down enough to pee, and by the time I was done she was walking up to the register with a soda. Afterwards, she confirmed that she had leaked several times, but it was barely enough to wet her panties. To be continued!
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So the wife and I have been talking about her wearing her training panties and plastic pants out to a movie. Went as far as to figure out and plan all the details, but before we went out she needed to test out her plastic pants. Seeing as we were basically going to stack the deck against her bladder for the outing she was almost guaranteed to wet herself during the movie. So she needed to test them while sitting down so she could feel just how much they could take before leaking. We set aside a day during her winter vacation for the test. When she first woke up she used the restroom normally before getting dressed. It was a typical outfit for her, a dark top and jeans with albeit much bulkier underwear. Then it was just a matter of time. We went about a typical day at home all the while she slowly wet her panties. It surprised her just how much more her training panties could take with the addition of the plastic pants. Eventually she felt her first leak, but as she was in the middle of peeing again she couldn't stop. The area between her legs were damp but not noticeably so the jeans hid it well, the two spots at the bottom of her butt however were very obvious. Having found the pants leak threshold we hurried upstairs to the bedroom. I snapped a few pictures before stripping her down and entering her. Once we were finished she gave me a smile that showed just how pleased she was with herself. Like usual I checked to see that she was okay and that nothing had gone too far. She put my mind at ease and once the laundry was started we went to bed as it was getting pretty late. A few days later I approached her about the outing saying that I didn't think we would be able to go through with it. I explained that I couldn't justify all the extra steps and expense necessary to pull off such an outing. Without listing all the logistical issues I'll simply say that we would've required a hotel room after the movie. I think anyone with a family can understand what happened. She agreed that it wouldn't exactly be easy and yes we would certainly need a hotel room if we wanted to have sex afterwards. But that we could and should do it anyways. Honestly it was touching seeing just how passionately she fought for one of my fantasies involving a fetish she doesn't share. In the end though we decided to have a regular date night instead. We agreed however that with the added expenses this would certainly be a viable present for something like a birthday. So maybe in the future we will fulfill this fantasy. We'll just have to wait and see.
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A couple weeks ago my wife came home from work and went straight to the bathroom for a shower. This isn't typical as she usually gets a shower right before bed. At the time I thought it was odd but figured she probably just had a rough day or something. I expected she would come down dressed in her regular comfortable clothes (nonwork clothes basically) afterwards. When she came downstairs however she was already dressed for bed in her fuzzy onesie. Yet again I just assumed she had a rough day and wanted to be extra comfortable as she relaxed. Dinner was finished by this point so we all sat down to eat. We talked a bit during the meal and I found out she did indeed have a rough day. Once the meal was over and the dishes were in the sink we all headed to the living room. We watched a little TV while our daughter ran around for a bit longer before she receiving a little milk and being put to bed. It was a pretty typical night honestly. When I came back downstairs thats when things became less typical. My wife unzipped her onesie, just enough that I could see she was wearing her training panties, before promptly re-zipping it. Call me oblivious, but I simply hadn't noticed it. Maybe I was too preoccupied trying to serve dinner, or trying to wind down an almost two year old for bed but I just hadn't noticed. My wife thought this was pretty funny as she had made quite an effort to make me aware of her choice of undergarment. Looking back she is right, she had tried to get my attention without outright saying or showing me anything. I just missed every nuanced clue and butt wiggle somehow. Now that we were alone however there was no reason for subtlety. After letting me glimpse her training panties she simply lead me into the kitchen and promptly began wetting herself. As she wasn't wearing any plastic pants the panties quickly began to leak. Urine ran down her legs soaking her onesie and forming quite the puddle beneath her. She watched me closely as I got my eye full, then she simply sat down in her puddle. It didn't take me long to join her on the floor. I was certainly fired up by this point and so was she. Before I knew it we were having sex right there on the floor in her puddle, but that didn't last long. Honestly my knees simply are not what they used to be and the hard floor wasn't forgiving on her back either. We quickly agreed to abandon her puddle on the floor in favor of our bed. That proved to be just what the doctor ordered. Once everything (ourselves included) was cleaned up we had our usual talk. We checked in with each other making sure nothing had gone too far and that we were both okay; we were. It was certainly an unexpected way to end the day. What was it Sheev Palpatine said, "A surprise to be sure but a welcome one".
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