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“You pierre, I should occasionally do Pipi, you can drive out at a petrol station ?”” But you have to be patient for a while, “said Pierre,” there is still a whole piece to the next exit, and before that I can now stop anywhere.«“ I can wait a moment.”
Roxy crossed her legs and pressed his thighs together, that helped a little against the pressure in her bubble. They continued silently. Pierre, however, noticed how Roxy slowly became restless and nervously overlooked her seat. Her urge to urinate had to plague them quite properly.
“Is it still far ?«Roxy asked after a while with a slightly desperate tone in the voice.
“It is getting very urgent.«“ Still a little more ! I think there will soon be a parking space with a toilet, «Pierre tried to cheer up his wife. “Hopefully !«Roxy sighed and pressed a hand between her thighs. The pressure in her bubble was gradually unbearable. For a long time she could no longer resist the irrepressible urge to urinate.
“Only courage darling, you will do it,” said Pierre. However, he was no longer so safe when he watched his wife struggled in the passenger seat.
“Pierre, I really can’t hold it back now,” Roxy groaned a short time later. She noticed how she slowly lost control of herself. Her bladder opening shrugged from time to time, with a little dash of urine every time.
At the hand between her thighs she could feel that a damp spot had already formed in the crotch of her jeans. She was able to catch up a few times and close the lock again, but from time to time she had more trouble, flowing a little more urine into her clothes. “So help me Pierre, otherwise I’ll put myself in my pants next !“She whimpered, shortly before she finally lost mastery, her bladder opened without her intervention and began to get out of the urine.
She was sitting there very quietly and staring between her legs. “Oh … it just runs out, pierre, I can’t do anything about it, I’ll put myself in my pants,” she whined quietly.
Meanwhile, the piss flowed out in a strong beam between her labia, poured out into her clothes, soaked the fabric and collected in a small lake under her butt. “Oh … I’ll brun my pants,” she breathed in after a while while her water ran out of her body. “It’s really wet and I still can’t stop peeing.«She drumbled into her laundry for a while until her bladder had finally emptied. Then she sobbed.
“Oh dear, now I have done everything. It’s so embarrassing to me.”
She was close to hay howling. Pierre tried to comfort her: »It’s not a drama, honey. We’re going home now, then you can take off your wet things.«” Are you not annoying, darling, that I couldn’t control myself and pissed off everything ?«Asked Roxy and was relieved that Pierre apparently took the matter quite calmly.
“Oh what !”Said Pierre,” that can happen. Show it, it’s really that bad ?”
He reached with one hand between Roxy’s thigh and touched the floral wet jeans. “But you peed extensively, darling. If you are already in the pants, but then correctly, ”he joked.
“At least it was good to make it easier ? Maybe you should put on diapers in the future when we go to the highway.«“ Stupid ! Hopefully that will happen to you once too !«Mault Roxy.
She was considering suspicion that Pierre still enjoyed her misfortune. In the way he fingered her fingered pants with his hand, and she even supposed to recognize lust. “I almost ashamed to death and you still delight my misfortune. You will probably find it exciting when I piss in my pants.”
Pierre only grinned at first.
Then he put on a participating mine. “I just introduced myself to how it gets out between your labia, and that really excited me. I’m sorry. It was really so terrible for you ?”” Above all, I was afraid that you could get annoying or that I would laugh terribly.
And you have horny yourself !«Roxy now scolded. “A little bit,” Pierre had to admit. However, he ignored her parking and asked strangely: “How was it when you had to let it run ?”
Roxy noted amazed that Pierre was obviously excited. And she surprised even more when she became aware that this excitement began to jump over her.
Before she answered Pierre, she first had to think for a moment. “Peeing itself was rather redeeming: to finally be able to make it easier. I don’t really know, but it was a strange feeling when it just flowed out and it suddenly got so warm and wet. I somehow seemed fascinatingly naughty when I was doing it and just pissed into my pants.”
Roxy sank into the idea of what happened a few minutes ago.
In memory it was actually a pleasant feeling than the urine flowed out of her and hers pussy Warm flushing.
They spent the rest of the journey home in silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Roxy was glad that they lived a little away, so she would get into the house unseen. The idea of how someone could notice that she had made herself in her pants touched her very embarrassed.
Pierre, on the other hand, was visibly excited.
He chased his Mercedes over the highway, because he could hardly wait until he was allowed to hug Roxy at home in his arms. Finally at the destination, he did not even put the car in the garage, but simply parked on the doorstep. Arrived inside Pierre Roxy, who, slightly amazed at the hurry, was willing to lead to the bathroom right away.
“May I help you take off ?«Pierre asked in his eyes with a strange glitter. “Yes, if you really want,” replied Roxy, “but my pants are totally pissed off, that’s unappetizing for you.«» Oh where ! That doesn’t matter to me at all.
Urine is nothing particularly nasty, and certainly not when he comes from you, darling. That’s something very natural.”
Pierre already knelt down in front of her and bumped her jeans, peeled her out of her wet pants and then kissed her gender through the dripping panties before pulling it out to her too. Again he pressed his lips on Roxy’s pussy, sniffed the exciting scent of her cunt mixed with the no less exciting aroma of her urine, then stuck his tongue between the labia and pleased that the vagina was already very slippery and the cunt juice flowed plenty of. Obviously, Roxy was just as horny as he was now.
Roxy groaned when Pierres tongue played on her clitoris.
She let herself slide on the floor and put Pierre on herself. Pierre immediately sank his thickly swollen phallus in her cunt and rammed like a obsessed. Roxy came twice and Pierre also syringed after a few bumps.
Soon they were mated on the small carpet in front of the bathtub. After Roxy and Pierre had recovered from the efforts of the past hours and freshened up, they continued their entertainment from earlier on the way home with a cozy glass of wine in the large garden behind the house.
“My little misfortune in the car apparently got a lot going on.
You are probably easily predicted, «Roxy opened the conversation and laughed Schelisch. “I can’t help it, but it was very excited when you peeled off,” Pierre confessed openly, “but you have to admit that you also felt like it, besides the fear and the shame I mean.”” You could be right there. The longer I think about it, the more the memory of the incident makes me rather pleasant to shiver.”
Pierre cleared his throat before he continued to speak slightly: “Could you imagine repeating it … I mean … maybe in another environment, among other circumstances … here at home ?”” You think I should deliberately put myself in my pants so that you can watch me ?«Roxy was amazed at him with big eyes. “Hm,” Pierre only did before he added almost shyly: “But only if you enjoy it too.”” Why not actually, “said Roxy thoughtfully,” yes, why not actually.
That could be worth a try. But «, and now she smiled mischievously,» only under one condition.” “Yes ?”Pierre asked excitedly. “You have to do it too.”
“I ?«” Yes you, who else.«Roxy enjoyed herself through Pierres played indignation. “If I should pee my pants for you, then you have to do that for me too.“Pierre laughed:“ Probably also perverse, what ? Who would have thought: my wife would like to delight how I put myself in my pants.«“ That is nothing more than just.«“ It’s already good.
I agree.”” And the next one is your turn, “said Roxy,” and you have to hold it back until you can no longer.«“ If you want it that way. I do everything for you, dearest, you know that, “joked Pierre,” you will then simply share with me when it is approved.”
“Now,” said Roxy in a very specific tone. “Now ?”Pierre replied,” but you have bad luck. I don’t have to pee now.”” From now on you will simply not go to the toilet until it is time, “said Roxy slightly pouting.
“Please take the game with you,” she asked almost faded after a break, “I want you to feel the same thing as I do this afternoon. You won’t regret it, sure it will be an attractive feeling.“Pierre smiled conciliatory and tenderly pressed her hand:“ Sure, darling. Of course I play with. It takes wondering me how it is when you can no longer resist your urge to urinate and then piss yourself into your pants.”He raised his glass:” For well -being ! On a wet evening !”
For a long time later, it was now almost dark in the garden, on the table a candle burned that only lightly illuminated the scenery, and the second bottle of wine was already half empty, Roxy Pierres was noticed.
He bobbed his feet nervously, hit his legs on top of each other and then put them back on again. “What is ?”She asked him playfully,” press something ?”” Yes, my bladder, “Pierre sighed,” I don’t stand it long anymore.«Roxy took Pierre on her arm:“ Come on, we walk a little through the garden. Some movement will help you to hold back for a while.«She led him into the darkness of the garden.
“You see, it wasn’t that urgently,” she joked after a few minutes. “Oh where !«Pierre gasped, stopped and pressed a hand on his gender.
“I will soon no longer know whether it is not already running out.«He tripped restlessly from one leg to the other. Roxy giggled: “You can tell when it runs out. Just wait !”
Pierre moaned. He had the feeling that the bladder no longer obeyed his will properly.
Something began to play in his abdomen that he had no more influence on. “I really can’t hold it back, darling, I pee in my pants,” he groaned when he was already a first time A few drops of urine went off and seeped into his slip. When Roxy then reached between his legs to feel whether it will be wet, his bladder opening finally failed to work. Regardless of his efforts, the drops developed quickly to the trickle and the trickle to the flood.
His urine now gushed out of him uncontrollably.
“Oh, darling … I had to let it go … I put myself in my pants.”” I feel it, honey, it gets really wet, “whispered Roxy and felt the dripping fabric in Pierres step. “Well, how is it when it just runs out ?” she asked. Pierre did not give an answer at first. He was completely used by the feeling of how it flowed out of him.
It was only when he had pissed down for a while, he sighed: “Oh, it is wonderful: just let yourself go, uninhibitedly brunting himself in his pants.«Roxy hugged him tenderly, who always a hand between his thighs.
She could even feel the urine beam through the clothes, which shot out of Pierres cock. “You piss endlessly,” she said in astonishment, “it is still running out.”
Pierre finally breathed up in relief when the pressure in his bladder slowly decreased and finally the last drop of urine seeped away in his laundry. “Done,” he just sighed and then lovingly kissed Cécile on his mouth. In intimate hug they were very quiet in the dark of the summer garden.
“You, darling,” whispered Roxy after a while, “I should also make pipi urgently.“She nestled even more closely on Pierre, so that he could clearly perceive the excited vibration of her body.
Pierre held her tightly in his arms, stroked her hair tenderly and whispered back: “Just let yourself go, honey, come, let it run !”Oh, pierre,” whispered Roxy, “I think”, I’ll piss off right away.”
She took Pierre’s hand, put her on the spot where her panties already had a damp spot, and pressed it firmly against it. “Oh … I have to be so urgent !”She stammered shortly afterwards,” now … ah … now it comes … Oh, that’s nice … I put myself in my pants, pierre … you feel how it gets wet ?”” Yes, darling “, Pierre replied with a more excitement. He felt how the fabric on his hand was first wet, how the warm moisture then pushed over, as Roxy finally ran over his fingers.
Roxy snuggled up to Pierre: “Hold me down, dearest !«She let it run uninhibitedly and peed her laundry full. When she finally pissed off, she giggled: »Hihi, we are beautiful piglets, brunzen just in the clothes and don’t even ashamed us, but even horny us, totally perverse.”Oh what” Pierre replied, “that doesn’t matter.
The main thing is that we enjoy it;As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone.”” You are right, darling, we have a lot of fun, “said Roxy,” It’s a shame that you always leave such a puddle, otherwise you could often do pee often.”
A few days later, Pierre came home from work in the evening and had a package under his arm. He greeted his wife with an intimate kiss. However, Roxy immediately turned out of his hug, because she was curious about what Pierre had probably brought along. “I have something for you, darling, come on !”Pierre said with conspiratorial mine.
He took Roxy on his hand and led her into bedroom.
Provoked slowly he started to open the plastic bag and then reached in to move the content to daylight. Roxy teared the black thing impatiently, from his hands, held it up, held it up and called astonished: »Rubber pants ?«When a few pants made of black in front of her eyes latex developed, on average like leggings, only a little higher in the waistband.
Pierre smiled satisfied when he saw the joyful excitement of his wife, and joked: “For you so that you don’t always do everything so wet if you can’t control yourself and turn your pants.«Roxy hugged him stormily:“ Oh, darling, but that’s a great idea !”, And with a look at the plastic bag in Pierre’s hand:” Did you bring even more such funny things with you ?«Pierre grinned and pulled out a second pair of rubber pants. “For me,” he just said and then got a bed sheet out of latex out of the bag, “for bedwetters.«Roxy was thrilled. “Come honey !”Called her out,” we have to try it out immediately !«, And then giggled,» hihi, I almost make myself in my pants with excitement.”
Said and done.
Hectically, they got rid of their clothes, then put on half-length underpants-something to absorb it would still be good, said Roxy-above it the skin-tight latex linen and finally jeans and t-shirt: for outsiders such a completely normal sight. In this presentation, they sat down comfortably in the kitchen for dinner and deeds, like if it were an ordinary evening.
Some time later, now on the sofa in front of the television, Roxy nestled to Pierre, stroked his thigh and loins, pressed slightly on his bladder and asked him: “You don’t have to make pipi ? For me it is quite urgent.“Pierre laughed:“ But with me too.”” Come on, we are peeing in the rubber pants now, “said Roxy excitedly,” I can hardly hold it back anyway.”Pierre hugged her, kissed her tenderly on her forehead and then whispered in her ear:” Well, go darling, let it run.”
Roxy took a deep breath and then started to stammer: “Oh, dearest … Attention … now I let it run … now … it comes … yes … now out … now I piss, honey … ah, do it … oh, is that wonderful … just pee in your pants.”
While Roxy’s urine cheated out of her column, Pierres cock also began to drip. “Oh, Roxy,” he sighed, “I’m going to run it now … yes … now I piss, darling … now I’m going into my pants.«Roxy giggled:“ For me it is now very warm and wet in the underwear, a crazy feeling.”
After both had emptied their bladder, they hugged themselves, cuddling and heard until Roxy made the suggestion that you could still go on a evening walk, of course without moving beforehand, as she noticed with a cunning look. Pierre was skeptical at first, but then agreed.
And so they opened up, went to the nearby park, strolled over the well -kept paths and finally sat on a bench like a couple of lovers that changed a little on a mild summer evening.
They greeted some temporary people and delighted the idea of what they would do for faces if they knew what was going on here.
Roxy put her head on Pierres shoulders, kissed him on his neck and then whispered in his ear: “I have to make a pee again, darling, I would let it run.«She took Pierre’s hand, who rested on her thigh. Both just nodded friendly with their heads again, like a couple, who was known from a distance, when Roxy Pierre’s hand suddenly pressed more firmly. Then Pierre knew that his wife was pissing himself into his pants. After a while, the handle around his hand loosened again, which should mean that Roxy’s source was dried up.
Pierre put his arm around Roxy’s shoulders, pulled her to herself and kissed her tenderly on her mouth.
“Come on, we’re going home,” said Roxy. “You can then take off my wet things.«They rose and set off. They walked closely through the park towards the exit.
Shortly before the exit, Pierre suddenly stopped. “What is, honey ?«Asked Roxy in astonishment.
Pierre smiled mischievously. “I think I should leave water. My bladder presses me a little.«Roxy giggled and looked around if someone was nearby. Then she whispered Pierre: “Just put your pants.
– You pee now ?”” Hm “, he only did while he calmly let the stood and his water pipe run.
The garden of Roxys and Pierres Haus was well shielded against any insight from the outside. High walls, trees and dense bushes prevent any insight prevented. Roxy and Pierre attached great importance to a protected privacy, the more things in the garden sometimes took part that were not intended for the eyes of neighbors and passers -by. In this garden, Roxy and Pierre were now on a large bath towel in the middle of the lawn and enjoyed the mild sun of a late summer afternoon.
Both were naked, as usually in Summer. Roxy was lying on his back and it was done while Pierre leafed into a journal. However, he had trouble concentrating, because again and again his gaze wandered to Roxy, slid over her beautiful body and traced the lush curves of her femininity.
After Pierre became aware that he would no longer take what he read, he gave it up and put the booklet aside. He tilted over Roxy and gently kissed her on his lips.
Roxy opened his eyes and smiled lovingly at him. She wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss.
Pierre let his lips hike down on Roxy’s neck. Soon he had arrived at the bosom and sucked at the nipples. Roxy groaned, put the hand around Pierres neck and pressed his face on her breasts.
Pierre’s mouth then continued on his way until his head finally rested between Roxy’s thigh. With his tongue he opened the flower and began to explore the interior of the sex. He sucked on the labia, played around the clitoris, sipped the delicious cunt juice, drove up and down in the column, stuck his tongue deep into the vagina and sometimes into the hole. Roxy began to start: “Oh, yes … darling … yes … keep … oh, yes … firm … yes, lick my cunt, darling … oh, that’s nice.”
Pierre, intoxicated by the horny scent of the female sex, buried his face in the slimy cunt and let his tongue slide here.
Roxy’s movements and her groans told him when his mouth gave her particularly great pleasure. He tried to surprise Roxy again and again with a new variant of his tongue game, for which Roxy rewarded him with a particularly deep sigh or with an ecstatic twitch. “Yes … Oh, yes, here … Oh, darling … yes … Oh, yes,” Roxy groaned and walled under Pierres loving treatment.
When Pierre’s tongue drove over the little pipilöchlein and licked a little there, Roxy suddenly shrugged violently. “Ih, that tickles … what do you do, honey” she squeezed, “no, stop … that’s how if you have to pee terribly urgently … I … stop, otherwise I will brun off right away !«From then on, Pierre entered his game in his game.
Again and again he dropped out of the clitoris briefly and appealed a little his wife’s urinary opening.
Roxy groaned and turned. Her lust, which slowly approached the climax, mixed with the irrepressible urge to urinate. The more pierre between the clit and the pipilöchlein, the less Roxy was clear whether the orgasm was rolling up or whether it had to urinate right away. “Oh, darling,” she sighed, “I’ll come soon … Oh … no … I have to … ah … pierre … what do you do with me … oh … yes … yes … now it comes … love …Yes … Oh … I think I piss … Oh, darling, I can’t … I run out.”
Pierre felt with his tongue how Roxy’s vulva moved rhythmically in the orgasm, and how the piss began to flow out with the last twitches.
Roxy peed in his mouth with a strong beam, and when he retired a little so that he could see the fountain, shot his fountain in the face, rippled over his chest, ran down on his body and seeped into the bath towel, which soon dripped wetwas. Fascinated, Pierre looked at how the urine beam between the labia got out. When Roxy had emptied her bladder, Pierre buried his head again between her thighs and licked her cunt and greedily sipped the last drops of her water with the abundant fluid cunt juice.
After a while, Roxy Pierre’s head pulled up until Pierre was lying on her. She didn’t bother that Pierre was all wet of her urine.
She kissed him tenderly on her mouth. “It was wonderful, just insane,” she enthused. “I’ve never felt such a strong charm. This mixture of orgasm and urge to urinate is stunning.
And as soon as the climax then flakes off, you just have to let it run, you can no longer hold it back.”
Pierre laughed. “I also had fun. I think that’s incredibly exciting if you lose any control. And then the bathroom in your body juices and watch your water shoot out: just cool.”
“Whether that works for you too,” asked Roxy.
“Do you also have a place in your gender that triggers such an insane urge to urinate ?”” You would have to try that, “said Pierre. “Au yes,” called Roxy enthusiastically, “come, let me try !”” But when I piss you, you are to blame, “warned Pierre. “I’m not picky,” said Roxy, “on the contrary, go, don’t decorate yourself, come on !”
She grabbed Pierres ass cheeks and pulled him up until he knelt over her face and the cock dangled in front of her mouth. She put her lips over the tail and started licking.
With her tongue she researched every millimeter of the glans and looked at Pierres reactions intently. Pierre groaned in front of a bliss. The warm mouth and Roxy’s game with his tongue gave him great pleasure.
But suddenly it went through it like a flash. Roxy had just started drilling her tip of the tongue a little into the urinary opening, which immediately triggered an incredibly strong triggers with him.
Pierre sighed and said that he had to piss off immediately. Roxy satisfied that she had found the crucial position. She was now playing the same game with Pierre as he earlier, and varied his lust for a variety of ways of his urge. Pierre twitched and snorted.
“Yes … no … Roxy,” he gasped, “Oh … it comes soon … yes, darling … no, not … I pink right … oh, honey … now it comes … ah.”
Roxy felt the tail began to twitch in her mouth and then pumped vigorously how that sperm sprayed out, and how you then ran a warm, tart liquid over your tongue. Roxy let the cock slide out of her mouth and then watched fascinated how the yellow beam shot out of the Eichelspitze and ripple on her chest.
When the fountain finally dried up, she took the now soft water hose again in her mouth and tried to make it hard again, because she absolutely wanted to feel it in herself. The cock did not really take part at first, but when Roxy smelled the eggs and another finger in Pierres anus Stuck, the friends of the friends soon set up again. As soon as the pole was hard enough, she rolled Pierre on her back, sat on his loins and put Phallus in her slippery grotto.
She let Pierre hang her breasts in her mouth so that he could suck on her teats and jerked herself the clit.
Pierre gratefully decreased the food presented and sucked on the right nipple with great enthusiasm on the left. With his hands grave and pinched Roxy’s baking, pulled her apart, fingered her poreates and bumped his cock from below in Roxy’s cunt, cheered on by his wife’s cries. »Yes, darling … Fixed … yes … fuck me … firm … oh … yes, lovely… push too … oh … I’m coming soon.”
When Pierre realized that Roxy was soon ready, he put a finger in the hole and then felt the tight sphincter twitching in the clock of orgasm. That horny him so that it came up with him too.
He sprayed his sperm in Roxy’s stomach.
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