The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 28 - Sex Stories

The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 28

... new found boldness. Like Henry, Evelyn had never practiced nudity before. She was not afraid to be naked, she knew they would not be seen by any one. This was private property, their land. They were quite a few miles from any prying eyes. Henry stopped in his tracks. He watched as his now topless wife unzipped and released the button on her skirt and let it slide down her still shapely legs. She was now down to her panties, which she deftly lowered with her hands as she bent to pick up her clothing and place it on the camp chair next to her. "We'll come on, Henry," she said as she saw him staring at her, "Your turn." Henry quickly crossed to the other chair. He pulled his shirt off then sat down and removed his boots and socks. He unbuttoned the top of his shorts and they fell down as he stood back up. He lowered his briefs and he too was now naked. "Just a tick, Evee, I have to relieve myself," he said. He was very mindful that the pond behind the small weir was used in the farm house for washing. They weren't to use soap to wash in it and definitely not piss in it. He walked across to behind the mulberry tree and took his penis in his hand. Just as he allowed his urine to flow, he felt Evelyn's hand on his buttock. "What are you doing, Evee?" he asked. "I just thought I'd join you, that's all," said his wife in a soft voice. "Piss on me, Henry," she said as she stepped into the stream of his urine and it spattered on her thigh. "Evee, what are you doing?" Henry exclaimed as ...

... he tried to aim his pissing penis away from her. "I want you to piss on me. Then I want to do it to you," she said matter of factly. She now reached for his cock and brushed his hand away. "Come on, wee on me," she said as she aimed the eye of his penis at her midriff. Henry thought it odd that he was becoming stimulated by his wife's insistence that he urinate on her. She had never asked him to do anything like this before. "Come on," she insisted as she stroked his now not-so-flaccid cock, "I mean it, I want to feel your piss run over my skin." Henry relaxed himself and allowed his bladder to empty. He watched as his wife, who he had known for forty seven years, sprayed herself with the warm liquid. Evelyn could not even explain this to herself. It was just an urge she felt when Henry said he was going to relieve himself. She held his penis and moved it from side to side as the hot, yellow piss sprayed over her stomach. She quickly aimed it at her pubic hair as she felt the flow starting to slacken. She pushed her pelvis outward and felt his piss hit her labia. She was getting a sexual thrill from this. Henry could not believe she had asked him to do this. He had never heard of such a thing and had no idea where she would have gotten the idea from. "My turn now," Evelyn said. Before Henry could protest or even think about refusing to allow it, Evelyn wrapped her arms around him. She straddled his right leg with both of hers and he instantly felt her urine run down from his ...