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As a summary, my wife has a rather small bladder, and many times when she has to pee, it's right away or quickly becomes the hottest show on earth when she tries to hold it based on the situation. If she is doing anything where she is standing, a need to pee is often instant, requiring a bee-line to the bathroom. At home, if I am nearby and quick enough (and socially acceptable based if our kids are around), I can watch. She will often get her pants down in time but once in a great while, there will be a small trickle of pee coming out as she gets them down and a little more often whereas, she starts peeing as she is sitting down, with an actual slow but steady stream can be seen for the split second as she sits down with her legs slightly parted. If the bathroom is occupied, she will either try to go sit down, but if not, she will do the hottest potty dance, bending slightly forward bat the waist with her legs crossed and bouncing up and down, and once in a while a hand or both on top of each other on top of her crotch, leaning slightly into them. A few times though, she has had to crouch all the way to the ground to try to hold it, which one time she had to do this on the way to the bathroom as she stopped to cross her legs mid-route with just underwear on, but then almost immediately crouched to right near the ground trying harder to hold it in, though was unable to and pissed hard all over the floor right in front of me. If she is ever not close to a bathroom or in a store and has to pee (grocery store freezer sections always create an instant need it seems), she starts needing to go so badly that she will suddenly freeze while walking and stand still with her legs crossed as tight as possible, about to pee herself completely. In almost every case it usually ends up as coming out for several seconds but being able to stop until getting to a bathroom. Once this summer though, we were outside our house and ended up getting a bit wet with one of the kids hitting her with a super soaker. Suddenly she comes around to where I was on the other side of the house with her shirt and pants slightly wet from the squirt gun, saying "I just got squirted. Don't let anyone see me. I'm about to pee myself and don't think I can hold it" as she ducked behind me with legs tightly crossed bouncing up and down almost frantically. Our shed was right there, in which I took her to duck behind it quick, and as I felt her crotch from the outside, I felt it start coming out immediately for a few seconds before she was able to stop briefly. Within just a few seconds she said "Can't hold it. Can't hold it. I can't hold it" where knowing nobody was around or could see through to us, reached my hand down her pants saying "it's ok if you can't. I'll just throw water all over you and nobody will be able to tell" where immediately it started spraying into my hand as I guarded watch. After 20 seconds or so she finished and we successfully made it to the water spicket to "rinse off". Oh.. and anytime its unplanned where she can't hold it and starts losing control with my hand down there, she orgasms almost instantly if I assure her it's completely ok if she can't hold it. More to come at some point...
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Anyone else here into rewetting? I can't explain it, but keeping wet pants on might feel a bit chilly at first but if they start to dry, the second wetting is somehow bwtter than the first. Anyone else had the same experience?
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I had been holding the better part of a day, and since I had some time to myself I wanted to try one of my favorite types of wettings. Fear wetting. I’ve had it happen once or twice naturally but those weren’t situations where I could enjoy it. I was wearing a polka dot swim dress that’s really good for wettings since urine goes right through it. Anyways I did my usual zip tie the legs together then I put some skin cream on the floor to make it slippery. (Don’t personally try this it by the way) I walked back and forth across it hoping the fear of slipping would do it, didn’t do it so I cut off the zip ties and went stood in the shower and got ready to wet. I peed a lot and it all went straight down my thighs to my feet and down the drain, it was hot on my feet and my thighs felt like they were burning(sensitive skin and piss kinks don’t go along too well) right now as I’m writing this I’m about to take a shower, thighs still kinda burn and the swimdress is almost already dry. overall a pretty fun time but I don’t recommend this one for the danger and lack of effect.
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A light to dark jeans wetting View File Happy new year everyone! I hope you enjoy! I’m currently looking for better recording equipment! Let me know what you think is best! ❤️❤️❤️ Much love and happy new year! Submitter PMDP Submitted 01/01/2020 Category Peeing
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It was the Fourth of July. For those of you who are not from the US, that is our national American holiday. It is commonly celebrated with parties, especially of the backyard barbecue variety. I had gone to a friend’s house to pick up some things for my mother, and I found myself stuck in holiday traffic on the way home. I needed a break from it all, and pulled into a roadside rest stop near San Clemente, California. I got out of the car and did a few stretches to loosen my weary bones. I watched as a car pulled into one of the few remaining parking spots. A man and a woman were inside. The woman was driving. She hopped out of the car and headed for the women’s restroom. I could tell that she was full-on desperate. It would have drawn a lot of attention if she had burst into a run, but she was walking as fast as she possibly could, biting her lip, hands clenched. She was Hispanic, mid-thirties, with a slightly pudgy figure and glasses which couldn’t conceal the fact that her face was very attractive. She was dressed entirely in white, and the fabric of her blouse and pants was almost but not quite like a nurse’s uniform. Whatever sort of barbecue she had been to, it must have been a VERY adult affair, because her clothes were entirely see-through, and I was able to see every stitch of her bra and everyday white nylon panties. In that attire, I doubt if she would have left the car in such a crowded venue if she hadn’t been hopelessly desperate for a bathroom. I sat down on a bench and relaxed. I have always had a passion for ladies in lingerie, so I figured I would get another look at her when she came out of the bathroom. I waited, and after a few minutes, she emerged. The expression on her face was grim. She was walking just as fast as she had walked before, and her eyes were fixed on the ground, reluctant to meet the eyes of others. I could see that that her crotch was soaking wet! I had watched her closely when she headed for the bathroom, feasting my eyes on her panties, so I knew she hadn’t been wet in the beginning; she hadn’t spilled a soft drink on herself in the car. I wondered if perhaps she had turned the bathroom faucet on with too much force to wash her hands and had splashed herself in front. But as she passed by me, I could see that she was wet in back as well, from her butt down to her knees; a faucet couldn’t have caused all that. I could think of only one explanation: she had made it to the bathroom door in time, as I had seen, but she hadn’t made it all the way to the toilet (and the rest stop was so crowded that there had probably been a line). She was a gorgeous sight indeed! She got into her car, and she was so rattled that she nearly backed right into another car that was entering the rest stop, but pulled away just in time. The guy in the passenger seat was smiling. I would have smiled too! All things considered, it was a great holiday!
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Again he smelled it. Urine. Max screwed up his nose. Where was the odor coming from? Was there a sewer leak? Could Nick have peed his pants? Max glanced furtively at Nick's crotch. Doesn't look wet. Yet the very thought of his friend peeing his pants made Max's dick come alive. He pulled at his crotch to ease things. As they rounded the corner of the student union, Max smelled it again. Now he had to ask. "Hey, Nick, do you smell anything?" Nick sniffed. "No." "You don't smell urine?" "No." Buit Nick knew the source of the odor. His underpants were deliciously damp. It was his secret pleasure. He wondered how Max would react, if he knew.. Should he tell him? They checked their mail boxes and got two soft drinks from the machine, then headed toward the dorm. Again, Max twitched his nose. "That's got to be you, Nick. There's no one else around. Did you pee your pants?" It was now, or never. "Yep," Nick affirmed. "I wet my underpants after math." "What?" "I wet my under pants. I had to go, and my bladder was aching, so I let a little out in my undies." "Your underpants are wet right now?" "Yep." "You peed in your underpants?" Max's dick was hardening fast. The bulge in his pants was becoming obvious. "Cool," he said. 'You don't mind that my pants are wet?" queried Nick, his excitement mounting. "No. In fact, I wish you'd pee a little more, so it would show, and I could see it." "Really?" Nick couldn't believe it. Could Max actually be a fellow omo guy? Wouldn't that be great! Maybe Max would become an actual pee pal. Such special friends were hard to find. "Do you still have to pee?" asked Max, with mounting excitement. "YES!" exclaimed Nick, grabbing his crotch. "I haven't been since breakfast; my bladder's bursting." "So, pee. Just relax and go in your pants." Max folded his arms and waited. Nick stopped and tried to relax. He adjusted the crotch of his jeans. He stood still; then he felt it coming. A few drops. A little squirt. Then a flood, warming his crotch, running down his thighs. Max watched with his mouth open, his swollen dick like a hard banana in his pants. "Well, I'll be damned." Nick looked down at his sopping jeans. Pee was still dripping from his pants cuffs. He smiled at Max. "Do you ever, like, pee your pants? Max stammers, denial on his tongue; but truth must out. "Sometimes," he replied, hanging his head in embarrassment. Nick smiled. "Max, when was the last time you peed your pants? Tell me; it's okay." Max opened and shut his mouth several time, words failing him. "W-well," he got out finally, "I peed my pants on Spring break, at the beach." "Tell me." "Me and this girl walked out on the beach after it got dark. The dark ocean roaring low brought on the urge. I thought, "What the hell." and let go in my swim trunks. "What was it like?" "Nick, it was the best feeling ever." "Did your girl find out; did she say anything?" "We started kissing. I reached my hand down her bikini, and she reached into my trunks, then jerked back and said 'EEEooo!' and kicked me in the nuts." Nick shuddered. " That sucks. I guess she wasn't into omo." "Yea. I got that message." "Max...." "Yeah?" "If you pee your pants, I won't kick you in the nuts." Max chuckled. "That's good news." "Maybe we can, like, get together sometime, if you want to, Max," Nick stammered. Max pulled at his still swollen crotch. "My dick thinks that's a good idea." The odor of pee was stronger, as the two special friends walked toward the dorm. " "
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