sobbi5

There is something particularly erotic about looking at a women in a pair of French knickers as you get flashes of the body, but also hidden covered delights. 

When they are being be wet this is even more exciting - wet material, with flashes of the pee stream and the source of the pee.

You are a lucky guy - glad to see you kept them for another try

Last post in this thread.

Background – some 20 years after last event, now in NZ with over an acre of garden – sloping on the side of a hill. Various events led to a minimalist sex life certainly no deliberate wetting, wife had stated she was beyond all that at her age. No accidents that I detected either but she may have hidden any that occurred. We remained happy in all of what we were doing and with our two twenty ish yr old children life was good to us!

I came home from work one day to find a very tired wife, it was summer and she had been trying to attack and hack back some of the sub-tropical growth in the garden with a machete to try to keep the place tidy. I went upstairs to put on shorts and a tee shirt ready to go put myself to do some more clearing in the early evening. I went to put my business shirt in the washing basket only to find a pink silky pair of her knickers on top, but with all the lower half soaking wet – I lifted them up to check and drops of wee fell out of them, the gusset was that wet.

I went back down stairs and whilst helping to get tea ready inquired if she was feeling ok and mentioned her wet knickers. She was a bit grumpy and said “I should have hidden them” which confirmed my earlier suspicions that she did occasionally piss herself.

She told me what had happened. Our daughter was concerned about her working down the garden in the heat and had taken down some lunch with cold drinks, then in the afternoon had taken down more cold drinks. My wife thought she was fine until she stopped work and started the climb back up the drive to the house. The tinkling of the stream part way did not help and lead to  a first spurt into her knickers, but she recovered and stopped, but only for a few steps when she lost all control and wet herself all the way up to the house leaving a trail of wee on the driveway concrete. She got wet shoes, but kept her skirt dry.

She managed to get in and upstairs without our daughter noticing, but in the rush to get back down forgot to hide her pissy pants.

I did not push things then, the rest of the family were arriving, but later that night expressed how much I like to have seen her and how I wished she would still wet herself for me. For once I must have got things right by not pushing as she said come into the shower and try something different – you wet me! She kept her knickers on and directed me to put my member inside the gusset of her knickers and let go. It took a while as I was quite stiff, but soon managed to soak her gusset, half way up the back of her pants and totally soak her pussy. We then showered and headed for bed and a very pleasant sex session. Her comment after the shower was how much she liked the feeling of my hot wee on her pussy and all the way down her legs and over her toes.

Our sex life definitely improved for a time as we explored where she most liked my pee.

I saved the knickers she had her accident in, photo below.

Label says: Life Spirit Lingerie -  Size 20 made in New Zealand

I trust this event will be allowed under the thread; it follows the previous ones.

Background – just after the last story, we had re-started our sex life as we tried for a second child.

One day I arrived home after my 1.5hour commute up the M1 from London. I parked in the street outside our little house and as I went to open the door my wife opened it from inside gave me a big hug and asked how my day had been. I told her, “Just the usual”, how was yours? Not too good she said, I had a bit of an accident. She was not driving so I immediately asked how was she hurt, was our child ok? And she said – no not like that – I went out shopping and on the way back I wet my knickers as I walked along the street. I asked her to tell me the full story which she did in detail.

As told to me – as remembered – it is etched in my mind!

“I went out with our toddler in her push chair down into town, I went down the back way. (we were on the top of a hill and there were two routes, one down the back way which was shorter but steeper and the other up the main road which was a bit less steep but longer). After shopping I started to head home up the main road planning to use the toilets at the start of the hill. When I got there, I found the toilets were closed, someone had tried to set fire to them. I was close to bursting, but held on and started to push all the weight in the push chair up the hill.

I got more desperate and had to stop a couple of times to squeese my legs together, but no one took any notice as all but the athletic types found the long hill a struggle. After a couple of stops I started to walk again and felt a little bit of wee leak out and the gusset of my knickers was definitely wet. I managed to hold on to the top of the hill, then along past a parade of small shops on flat ground to the corner of our street. (Our house was the third one from the corner). I turned the corner and was about to rush towards our gate when I lost it and did a big spurt. Whilst I squeezed hard and stopped it, quite a bit had escaped, my knickers were definitely flooded and I felt it running down the inside of my legs on and under my tights.

I made a final quick rush and opened the gate without further loss, but when I leaned over to get the door key out of the push chair back I started leaking again and this time I could not stop. I thought I was not ever going to stop, I wet all down my legs, into my sandals, it came out with quite a force and wet my skirt back and front. So much wee went into my knickers they started to fall down, but I managed to stop them! The footpath in our little front garden had a big puddle and our dear daughter joined in with “mummy do wee-wees”. Fortunately, no neighbours were around and I got indoors without being seen.”

As you can imagine I was ready to rip her clothes off where she stood and asked if she would lift up her skirt so I could see the damage. “Don’t be silly" she replied, "I was such a mess I had to completely change – but come into the kitchen and look in the washing machine”. I did as told, opened the top of the machine (an old hoover twin tub) to find on the top of the clothes ready for washing her very damp skirt, soaked tights and on top what looked like a wet rag but was actually her knickers – when I picked them up her wee dripped out of them as they were still so wet.

That was too much for my self-control so it was skirt lifted, knickers pulled to the side and vigorous vertical sex. I did notice that the knickers she was wearing then were pretty damp so I guess she has been looking forward to telling me about her day when I got home!

I did manage to save the knickers and they are part of my collection. Photo below, they were very cheap ones from the market stall so no labels.

Sticking to the theme of this thread I will pass over various wetting incidents until the next time my girlfriend (by then my wife) deliberately wet herself to initiate sex.

Background: We are now mid-twenties, married, first child had been born (as noted this caused lots of problems for my dear wife). After a year or so of very limited sex things were slowly starting to improve but deliberately wetting her knickers for me was a distant memory. Whilst we were mortgaged to the hilt, had no spare money and I had a 30+ mile commute to London for work we were very happy enjoying our first child!

Talk started about having a second child. I was very concerned – after the first birth how much more damage and pain would a second cause to my poor wife, mortgage rates were going up and there was always more month than salary. However, my wife had clearly made up her mind as I found out later, she had already stopped taking the pill.

One night – in summer – she disappeared upstairs “to check baby” but she came down “dressed” in a new sexy black baby doll nightdress which included black knickers. As it was not long since she had stopped breastfeeding her tits were still very large (great!) and they barely were contained by the top. That certainly got my attention and we soon rekindled the old feelings and activities. I did wonder about her knickers as she had always refused to wear knickers in bed to sleep, but I was already feeling her up in them and they were damp so I guessed they would simply be taken off later.

We soon headed up to the bedroom where I found she had already put some towels on it for protection. She told me to get onto the bed, climbed on top of me and said I know what you really want and pissed herself – her knickers soaked up the first few squirts, but as she kept going the towels barely coped. I pulled the soaking wet knicker fabric aside and entered her trying to be gentle as she had previously been easily hurt, but I needn’t have worried as I was all but raped by her frantic bouncing. With the feel of her wet knickers on the top of my legs plus bouncing tits everywhere, I barely lasted a couple of minutes before filling her with about two months’ worth.

She certainly did not sleep in her knickers, they were just a wet rag by the end, but another towel provided bed protection as she leaked out my donation overnight.

It turned out she had received a cash gift from an aunt for her birthday and decided to liven our lives up by shopping at Marks & Spencer’s for the nighty and matching knickers. To avoid delays with washing I persuaded her to use some of our small emergency fund to buy a second baby doll outfit, which she did the next day, but shopping at the local town market. She got a nice brown set this time, the top was well made, but the knickers were not and the sewing thread came to bits (probably rotted by wee!) in a couple of weeks resulting in the need to shop for new brown knickers.

This new level of activity was greatly enjoyed for a few months until the inevitable (and wanted) happened and the next baby was on the way.

I did manage to save the black nighty and knickers and still have them - photos are at the end of this post. The brown outfit did fall apart, but it provides great memories during its short life.

Knickers Label: St Michael’s NYLON

Nighty Label: Washing label only left

Two stories left if interested

“Courtship Wettings” – continued.

This all happened a long time ago (see previous posts) and there were several minor events that I can’t remember the details, but this one is etched in my mind. It happened a about a year after the last post about our scooter outing. I had progressed to owning a car (old worn-out Morris 1000) which at least gave my girlfriend a wider choice of clothing than the scooter.

It was mid-summer, we had decided to take advantage of the late evenings and went out immediately after tea for a short drive in Surrey to a favourite spot to go for a walk through one of the heaths (i.e. woods). There was an old coaching inn (Pub) that was at the end of the lane – the road it originally severed had long ago been re-directed a couple of miles away so it was a great destination.

We chose to go for the longer walk that should take about an hour, but with snogging stops took a lot longer! When we got back we headed into the pub and sank a couple of pints of shandy (beer and lemonade – the drink drive stuff was just starting up). It was still light so we went back across the road and I took the car blanket so we could “sit” and talk, etc in a secluded spot.

I was making great progress when my girlfriend announced she should have used the loos in the toilet, I decided to give it a try and suggested she wet her knickers for me and was amazed when she said why not! – she slid off the blanket, lifting her loose skirt up out of the way and sat on the ground. I watched open mouthed as she simply let go in her knickers and weed over the ground. But then I noticed she was actually in a bit of a hollow and her wee filled it up so she was sitting in it about an inch and a half (4 cm) deep puddle of her wee. She realised what was happening and kept her skirt pulled up and dry, but when she had finished, she stood up, her knickers were still full of wee which proceeded to fall out, run down her legs and make a great mess! Beautiful!

I helped her back onto the rug and used it to dry her before things moved on to some great sex.

Later her knickers were taken off, rung out and put into her handbag. They were a new pair, purchased a week before, which saw great service (and more wettings) right up till after we were married. I managed to save them from being thrown out and still have them – picture below.

The label states “St Michael” Nylon – Made in Great Britain 36/38.

There are a couple more memories I could post if people want to hear them

Hi – MRJH22 Thanks for your response

Simple answer to does she still wet herself for me? is “not now” – full answer as follows.

The two instances I have written so far were when we were first going out, back in the late 1960’s. There are a few more I will post later. She continued to wet her knickers for me from time to time, we got married and this continued. Our first child arrived and my wife suffered greatly at the birth being cut several times. She took quite a while before she recovered any interest in sex, let alone wetting, but we had our first child and enjoyed all that brought. A little over a year later we decided that we would like a second child, she was very keen so our sex life was rapidly reinstated, wetting included.

She fell for our second child and our sex life remained on high all through the pregnancy. Unfortunately, she had another terrible birth experience, technically dying and again suffering major damage to her sex organs. This resulted in her not getting any pleasure from sex, often getting pain, so sex life became  once a month or less. Wetting games totally stopped and I looked after most of my own need’s “solo”.

We were very happy otherwise, had two great children and very full lives. A medical issue resulted in joint sex dying out in our mid fifty’s. We are now in our 70s and still very happy together.

Whilst deliberate wetting stopped years ago, my wife started having occasional “accidents” after the birth of our children which have become more frequent as we age – I learnt the tell-tale signs of hidden desperation and have occasionally been able to “help” by taking the long way home – watching her jump out of the car and rush to the toilet, then checking the washing for the evidence!

To meet my need’s I developed a fascination with knickers and have a collection of around 150 pairs of all types. It was great to find out I was not unique in liking women wetting themselves when I read the first “knicker wetting” story in Mayfair back in the 1980’s and of course the internet has been a great help.      

So, whilst the deliberate wetting only lasted a few years it provided great memories and the later accidents continue the stimulation

Please see my “starting” experience recorded in the Childhood pee experiences section. Without knowing why (at that age) I started to take much more interest in girls – mainly to look at their knickers!

Note: this is in England mid 1950’s Junior school – 7 to 11yrs – mixed classes, the girls uniform was white blouse, green gymslip, green knickers and white socks.

This event happened towards the end of being in Junior school so we would have been around 10yrs old.

The girl who sat in front of me was the teacher’s pet (it helped that her aunt was the assistant head). She was the one that all the teachers (and I suspect many parents) said why can’t you be like “Nancy”. The other girls were getting into giving her a hard time (mainly verbally) and to avoid them she decided she liked getting out of class at the last lesson a few minutes early by asking to go to the toilet. This gave her a head start to grab her coat and get out of school before the other girls could catch her.

The plan worked for a few days, but finally the class teacher realised what was happening and on Friday afternoon when Nancy put her hand up and asked to “be excused” the teacher said “its only a minute or two till the bell you can wait”. As it turned out she had miscalculated and couldn’t!

She bounced up and down on her seat a few times and then I saw her pee start to soak the rear of her gym slip and run off the back of the seat to start forming a puddle on the floor. The teacher saw and yelled something like “Oh run you silly girl – Go!” which she did! The bell rang as she got to the door so we all rushed out to go home.

She must have had a really full bladder as there were pee spots all the way from her desk across the classroom and then all down the corridor to the girl’s toilets which were at the end of the corridor. I walked slowly down the corridor towards the girl’s toilets looking at the spots on the concrete hoping to see anything more, but the news had travelled fast and her aunt was heading at full speed to the toilets so I kept walking out!

There was nothing of a sexual nature at the time of this event – it was two more years until I was provided with a sex educational book and started to learn!!

Background:

England, about 1957. Infant school was 5 to 7 yrs, old Junior school from 7 to 11yrs. Both were mixed classes. At 11 boys and girls were segregated to single sex schools – bright ones to Grammar School, the rest to secondary modern schools. All schools wore uniforms.

This occurred when I was about 9yrs old, I (male) was friends with a girl in my class (there was a wider mixed group there were friends and often played at each other’s homes) and I was being taught to play the piano by her mother. As was common for kids we often stayed for tea at friends houses when playing together.

On this occasion there was a circus in town and we tried being acrobats. I was laying on my back knees and hands up with her knees in my hands and her hands on my knees above me.  I could see her bottle green regulation school knickers which at our ages meant nothing. Then it happened – she wet herself, not greatly, but a reasonably large dark wet patch appeared in the gusset of her knickers and she suddenly gasped “whoops” and quickly climbed off me. She walked out of the room and up the stairs to the bathroom where her mother was bathing her younger twin brothers. I got up fast enough to get to the side of the stairs and look up her skirt at the wet patch on her knickers.

“Mummy I’ve done a little puddle in my knickers” she said. Mother said “don’t worry dear, you can have you bath soon, but you had better send (me) home. She came downstairs and we said good by and I went home.

Until then girls’ knickers had held no interest at all, but that changed and from then on the opportunities to look at them were taken although it did nothing physically for me for a few more years I just liked looking at them. PE classes were great as we were all together and the girls did PE in the vest and knickers. “Music and movement” was great as you could lay on the floor and roll around “interpreting” the music - the girls did the same with legs open and knickers everywhere, (all green of course).

Her wetting triggered great interest in other girls wetting themselves in class – not that I ever got to see their knickers, but there were several wettings over the next two years before we left Junior school and were segregated until we finished school.

When I finally hit puberty for some unknown reason all my “wet dreams” featured girls wetting their knickers in various ways – but the colour choice had increased as the senior schools tended to have different colours. The secondary modern schools were all navy blue, but the local grammar schools seemed to all be different – some still had green, the catholic school were brown, one school had bright blue, another had grey -the back to school window displays were a joy!

Hi - due to problems with passwords and concerns over fanfiction issues I ended up posting my stories at Adult Fan fiction.site

The multichapter first story is "Hermione's Wet Development" https://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600100397 - it is around Hemione and her discovery of the love of wet knickers  the story is complete.

The first off-shoot is "Harry Potter and the Black Frilly Knickers" https://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600100398 - yes -more knicker wetting

Second off-shoot is under development

If you like them or have ideas for more off-shoots please post here

Sobbi5