The Husband Discovering My Secret Kinks

I stared at my wife, trying to process the revelation from her past. We lay in bed, the morning light peeking through the blinds, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and possessiveness.

“You’re telling me that you’ve been with other people before, and that you enjoyed being peed on?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Heather nodded, her eyes locked on mine. “Yes, I’ve had experiences like that before. It’s not something I’ve thought about in a long time, but it’s something that’s always been there, deep down.”

I ran my hand through her hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. “And you enjoyed it?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Heather nodded again, her face set in a determined expression. “Yes, I did. It was…exhilarating. Liberating, even.”

I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of exploring this side of my wife. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “I want to try it with you,” I whispered.

Heather’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. “I want that too,” she whispered back.

I pulled back, a sly grin spreading across my face. “Good,” I said, my voice dripping with anticipation. “Because I have a feeling that we’re just getting started.”

Heather laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I have a feeling you’re right,” she said, her eyes never leaving mine.

As I listened to Heather’s story, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We were only a few minutes away from home, and my cock was throbbing with anticipation. I had to know more about what had happened in that bathroom.

Heather’s voice was barely above a whisper as she continued her story. “Stacey surprised me by asking me if I had ever peed through my panties before. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I laughed and said it could happen by accident.”

Stacey then took Heather’s hand and pulled her into a stall, where she sat on the toilet and spread her legs, rubbing her pussy. “She started peeing, and it was like a huge puddle ran onto the bowl between her feet and then spilled onto the floor,” Heather said, her breathing shallow and fast.

Heather admitted she just watched in shock, but then Stacey told her to give it a try. “I didn’t sit on the toilet like Stacey, I just walked over the bowl and straddled it, and then I peed,” Heather said, her voice quiet.

“Did you piss through your panties?” I asked, my voice tight with excitement. Heather swallowed hard before answering, “Yes.”

My cock was throbbing with anticipation as I asked, “Did you touch yourself while you did it?” Heather nodded, “Yes. I rubbed my clit and then peed.”

“Through those white panties?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather nodded again, “Yes.”

“Oh my God, you’re turning me on so much,” I said, desperate to get my wife into the house and fuck her hard. We were only a few minutes away from home, and I could feel the excitement building up inside me.

“Tell me more,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather continued her story, “I finished peeing and turned around, and saw Stacey watching me. She was rubbing her pussy through her panties, and that shocked me some. I just looked at her, and then she smiled and said ‘that was hot’ or something like that.”

“Did you like pissing in front of her like that?” I asked, my voice tight with anticipation. Heather whispered, “Yes.”

“Are you wet now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather nodded, “Yes.”

“Touch your clit and rub yourself,” I ordered, my voice tight with excitement. Heather’s hand went between her legs, and she started to rub.

“Are your panties still wet?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather answered, “I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know?” I asked, my voice tight with anticipation. Heather whispered, “Because I’m wearing Stacey’s panties.”

“You’re wearing her panties?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather nodded, “Uh, huh.”

“Where are yours?” I asked, my voice tight with excitement. Heather answered, “She’s wearing them.”

“You exchanged your panties before you left?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather nodded, and I couldn’t believe what was happening.

My cock throbbed with anticipation as I gazed at Heather, my eyes locked onto the thong she wore – Stacey’s thong, to be precise. “You really want to do this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“Yes, I do,” Heather replied, a sly smile spreading across her face.

“How does it feel, wearing her panties?” I pressed on, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“It’s naughty, and it’s damp from her pee,” Heather said, her cheeks flushing with excitement. “As I walked back to our table, I could feel her dampness rubbing against me, turning me on.”

“What does it look like?” I asked, my eyes never leaving the thong.

“You’ll see it soon,” Heather teased, “but it’s a cute little thong, something I’d never wear.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. I was slapping Heather’s ass and pulling off her clothes as we headed towards the master bedroom. “Wait,” Heather said, her voice husky with anticipation. “I have to pee.”

Heather turned to face me, her eyes locked onto mine as she spread her legs. Her hand went down to the thong, and she started to rub her clit through the fabric.

“You’re going to pee right here in the kitchen?” I hissed, rubbing my hard cock.

Heather said nothing, her eyes never leaving mine as she started to pee. A stream of liquid erupted from her cunt, rushing through the thong and gushing down between her legs. Heather moaned, her hand still rubbing her clit as the pee splashed onto the kitchen tile and began to form a puddle.

“Fuck me,” she begged, laying back on the tile with her ass in the middle of the puddle. Heather pulled her legs back, and I could see the thong, now dark with the piss stains from both Stacey and Heather.

I kneeled down between my wife’s legs, my tongue running over the soaked fabric of the thong. Heather moaned as I pushed my mouth across her wet pussy, rubbing her clit and tasting the sharp flavor of her fresh pee and Stacey’s previous stain.

The combination was intoxicating, and I could feel my desire for Heather surging out of control. I pulled the thong off my wife, who still kept her ass in the puddle, and roughly pushed my cock into her pussy. Heather grunted as I thrust in, and I began to drive my cock into her cunt, hearing the puddle of piss slosh some as I rhythmically fucked her.

“You’re going to get DP’d,” I hissed, my fingers already spreading her cheeks and preparing her for the next step.

Heather gasped as I pushed my fingers up her ass, her body adjusting to the sensation. I began to finger fuck her ass, keeping my fingers together tightly as I worked her up to the second knuckle. She was taking me well, her body relaxing and adjusting to each new digit.

“Rub your clit while I get your ass ready,” I ordered, my fingers working her up to the fourth knuckle.

Heather obeyed, her hand moving between her legs as I continued to finger fuck her ass. I could smell the puddle of piss she still lay in, along with her sex juice – it was intoxicating, and I wanted to fuck her like an animal.

I pulled my fingers out of her ass and marveled at how wide her asshole was, how nasty it looked. I pulled my cock out of her snatch and drove it into her ass, Heather’s body adjusting to the sensation. She began to pant and moan as I started driving my rod deep up her asshole, banging her butt as I heard her tits slap against the puddle of piss.

The orgasm was intense, and I just had time to pull out of her ass and shoot three or four huge loads across Heather’s back and shoulders. I helped Heather to her feet and took her to the bedroom, where I got a towel and spread it over the bed.

I put Heather on the towel and put my face between her legs, her tiny patch of pubic hair still wet from her piss and cunt juice. I ran my tongue over her slit and started working on her engorged clit, milking her and sucking on her bud until she exploded in my mouth, gasping and begging as the orgasms racked her body.

We fell asleep quickly that Saturday night, and the next morning, I washed the kitchen floor clean. As I write these words on the following Monday, I’m still in shock at what’s happened. My wife has become a very naughty girl who likes to pee in public and wet her panties.

I’m just wondering if she’ll return the thong to Stacey and get her own panties back. I know I’m going to suggest that we meet for dinner again soon with John and Stacey and tell Heather to wear Stacey’s thong and tell John to pass on a similar message to Stacey. If that happens, and if the girls do anything sexy or naughty, I’ll get that down on paper when I can.