The Letter - Sex Stories

The Letter

... surprise and only my constant erection had stopped me feeling uncomfortable. Now that my cock was limp, however, I could feel the dull ache in my lower abdomen that signified my bladder needed emptying. Ok, time to be brave. It was already a night of ‘firsts’ for Jess and I – time to find out if her pee fetish could become a two person sport. “Jess, I have to pee,” I declared casually. “I’m going do it in the garden, do you mind?” I hovered next to her, waiting for her reaction. I wasn’t in the habit of pissing in my garden, I’d never done it. It was totally out of character for me to have said such a thing so surely she’d react? Perhaps she’d stare at me wide eyed and beg me to pee in front of her? Perhaps she’d crumble at my feet and confess all about her fetish? I waited, the anticipation killing me. Jess didn’t even look at me. “Ok,” she said blithely. Was that it? I started at her, waiting for her to say something else, but all she did was smooth down her skirt and take another large swig of champagne. “I’m going to pee in the garden,” I repeated, my hint having obviously been too subtle. Nothing. No reaction. Now what? My nerves began to fail me. Should I just tell her I knew about her fetish or should I continue to pretend I knew nothing? One thing was certain; she wasn’t going to volunteer any information. My mind flitted back to her video and the promise of an ‘action replay.’ “Fuck it, here goes…” I said aloud. I stood in front of Jess, took my cock in my hands and ...

... aimed it straight at her breasts. Jess’s eyes widened. “You watched it, didn’t you? You watched it you fucking bastard!” I’d been caught out! Guilty as charged discomfort reddened my face. “You git!” Jess glared at me but the look quickly melted and was replaced by the dirtiest of smiles. “Go on then, piss on me,” she challenged. “Piss on my tits, drench me. I dare you!” Her eyes shone and her chest heaved as she knelt on the ground before me. “Go on.” “Oh fuck!” I let it go. Hot, stinking urine shot from my penis hitting her tits and splattering her face. The stream soaked the thin material of her blouse revealing the hardened nipples beneath. It was the strangest sensation and I found myself loving it. “Oh fuck, fuck!” The intimacy of the act I was performing triggered emotions I hadn’t expected - pleasure, release, naughtiness, guilt, mostly guilt. I shouldn’t be pissing on my wife, hell, I shouldn’t even be pissing on my patio! I was covering my newly acquired furniture with my stinking yellow fluids and I’d never get the smell out. It was wrong, it was depraved…so why did I love it so much and why was I so aroused? Jess’s hands flew to her breasts, fondling them as my stream saturated her. Suddenly she leaned towards me and my penis was sucked into her mouth. I was still peeing, I couldn’t switch off the flow, and Jess sucked regardless. I stared down at her in disbelief, and perhaps a little revulsion, before giving in to the guilty pleasure of watching my wife drink my ...