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Mary Dean's father-in-law and his latest girlfriend who was a twenty-five year, borderline mentally retarded bimbo arrived for a week end visit. The girlfriend when she came in the door looked around the entrance hall with her brown, wide set eyes, wrinkled up her small, upturned nose on her round, chubby face and observed that the house smelled like piss. Mary Dean's father-in-law chuckled at her honest observation and apparently did not clue her in as to the peeing habits of his son and Mary Dean. After refreshments including several gin and tonics and having conversed in the drawing room for two hours, he turned and asked Mary Dean's husband where the loo was and her Mary Dean's husband told him to simply open the closet and use the plastic storage tub sitting in there. Or he told him if that that was too much of a bother, he certainly was welcome to relieve himself like he did at home by pissing in the  fireplace or anywhere in the room. Mary Dean rather than being stunned by her husband telling his dad where to piss knew that her husband' whole family was like them and were accustom to peeing when and wherever it struck them to do so. 
     Mary Dena was sitting where she was facing the closet, and she watched as he moaned and complained that his bladder was about to bust as he got up from the sofa and walked over to the closet. He opened the door and proceeded to undo his trousers in order to pull forth his stubby penis which because of the way he was standing Mary Dean had a profile view. He stood with his left hand on his hip and used his right to pull the foreskin back and aimed his dangling cock at the plastic tub. He stood there quite awhile, apparently even though accustom to pissing in front of an audience to overcome a degree of pee shyness before a thick, gushing stream of piss spurted from his cock head and drummed on the bottom of the empty plastic tub. He then began playing with his penis aiming not at the tub but at the rest of the closet, wetting the carpet around the cintainer before aiming his cock higher up, splashing the bottoms of the garments hanging in the closet. When finished up, he vigorously shook his cock of the last few dribbles before putting his penis back in his trousers.
      As he returned to sit back down on the sofa, his girlfriend whispered to Mary Dean that she needed to badly take a pee and asked where she could go. By then Mary Dean also needed to pee she told her that it was perfect timing for she also needed to relieve her bladder. Mary Dean inquired if it would bother her if peed in front her husband. The not terrible intelligence woman listened with her wide mouth agape then responded with little if any hesitation that she did not mind at all and giggled like a naughty child. Mary Dean thought that it would be sexual stimulating for her husband her father-in-law to watch the two of them peeing side by side on the plush, quite piss stained carpet. She spoke in a conspiratorial whisper to the very dumb woman about helping each other go pee-pee. The woman nodded her too large head and told her yeah and then flashed a grin at her boyfriend and Mary Dean's husband. Mary Dean encouraged her to get up and began undoing the woman's large size, short-legged denim jeans. She peeled the garment down to expose her white, cotton panties, pulling them down revealed that they were quite dirty with pee stains and a singular brown streak in the gusset. 
     Having pulled the jeans all the way down and helping her step out of them, Mary Dean allowed the woman to do the same for her. They then dropped into low squats side by side. Mary Dean reached over and began playing the bimbo's cunt, running her middle-finger between her rolls of pussy flesh, seeking out her clitoris and playing with her and then inserted it into her vagina. The bimbo reached dwon and spread her pussy lips with her fingers while Mary Dean continued to probe her cunt. Suddenly the bimbo apparently could not hold her bladder anymore and her pee began to pitter-patter on the carpet pile by running off Mary Dean's palm and down her wrist before falling. She began peeing in response and the distinctive hissing sound of their pee pushing pass the urethra openings and striking the carpet was enough to make them both pussy to become super wet. They quickly made large pee puddles side by side and as they finished they both stood up laughing at their naughtiness. Bouncing up and down they shook the clinging droplets of urine on their mops of pubic hair off and pulled up our pants and sat back down. 
     It was not long before Mary Dean's husband needed to piss. He did not make any kind of an announcement about his need but simply undid his trousers and raised his ass off of the seat of the cushioned armchair that he was sitting in and pushed his trousers and strap style thong down to hang between his knees like a hammock. With a bit of effort he pushed his semi-rigid cock down between his thighs and aimed its cock head downward towards the light-colored carpet. His piss stream was so hard and long that he made the largest urine puddle yet. As he finished up pissing and then pulling his trousers and thong and tucking his cock back in, he looked at the group and asked rhetorically if everybody was ready for more to drink. 
 

     Before we got married, my now ex-wife and I went to a late Fall cookout where everyone drank "apple-knockers" which are hard cider fortified with grain alcohol to warm themselves up. As the day grew into the late afternoon and the weather began get cooler, I was in desperate need of a piss and had wandered over to the rustic outhouse that stood near where the cookout was taking place. I saw no need to go inside since pissing behind the dilapidated wooden structure would be adequate so I unzipped my khakis and took out my dick. As I finished watering the un-painted weather-worn siding, I suddenly heard my fiancee conversing with her girlfriend as they approached the outhouse. I put away my dick after shaking the last dribble and after searching a bit I found an opening between two of the wood boards and to my delight discovered that I had a clear view of them as they stepped inside. 
     As my ex closed the door, my heart was raced as I watched my ex's girlfriend lifted the hem of her knee-lenght worsted wool skirt, revealing that she was wearing a long-legged panty girdle with built in garters to which was attached a pair of light tan stockings. She turned and shuffled backwards providing me with an unobstructed view of her wide ass as she inserted several fingers of each hand into the elastic waistband of the girdle and wiggled about as she struggled to push down the spandex garment. She finally was able to push the constricting fabric down over her wide hips and halfway down her chubby thighs to reveal the naked curves and pale skin of her large ass cheeks. With the stretched girdle taut between her thighs, she bended forward with her ass hovering the crudely cut oval hole in the well-worn, wooden bench. Although her legs were close to together and her knees were about two to three inches apart, I could clearly see the bun shaped rolls of  flesh of her cunt and cleft separating them. Her black pubic hair richly adorned her pubis and hid most of her wrinkled cunt flaps. The sight sparked my imagination and I envisioned her boyfriend inserting his thick dick into her vagina and shooting it full of his creamy sperm. 
     As she bent forward and repositioned her ass cheeks over the hole, she coughed up a load of phegmn and spit on the wooden floor in front of her. She seemed to struggle a bit in getting her pee flowing as she flexed her lower belly muscles and those of her pelvic floor several times causing her anus to tantalizingly pucker outward. It looked she was blowinh kisses at me with her anus. Finally her efforts produced a brief, dribbly trickle, and then, wow, a raging golden torrential cascade that was absolutely shocking in its force and volume. The pee stream for the most part fell into the cesspit below through the oval opening but it also splattered on the wooden bench like structure. Teh pee streaming from her urethra forced her labia apart and became a ribbon at least two inches in width. I never imagined a woman could produce this such a torrent eventhough she was fairly chubby in a cute way. The hissing sound that it made because of my proximity being at most two feet behind her was quite noisy. In fact, I could discern  nuances of related to how hard she was pushing with her controlling muscles. after about ten seconds the flow stopped for a moment and then started up again with the same pressure. The pee stream then split into two streams with one going off course to the left, splashing the bare wood of the structure surrounding the opening They soon recombined into one leftward arch and she was completely missing the seat for ten seconds but exhibited no concern for correcting the errand flow. I could see some of it running over the front edge and apparently falling down to the floor. The excitement from the whole voyeuristic adventure had caused my dick to become an eight-inch erection. 
     She kept going a few seconds longer as it weakened, then a series of bursts, each time with her anus winking in and out. The final time, a quick fart escaped. She sighed with relief as she stood up and since there was no toilet paper she could not wipe her pee damped cunt before tugging up the elasticized long-legged girdle. She struggled with the garment, rolling her hips and hopping up and down, as she fought with it until she was finally able to get her fleshy lower body encased in the spandex garment. She then dropped the hem on her skirt and smoothed the worsted wool fabric down before stepping aside to allow my ex-wife her turn. As she stood by the outhouse door, she lit a cigarette and folded her arms as she watched my ex-wife approached the bench seat. 
 

Mary Dean and Her Husband in Their Sitting Room
    Mary Dean and her husband had put on their usual night wear and went downstairs to watch a travel documentary on the telly. Her husband had put on a red Tartan pattern, cotton sleep pyjamas and a black tee-shirt while she had donned just a novelty tee-shirt embellished with an image of Pluto humping Minnie Mouse. The tee-shirt fell to just below her pubic area and she had dispensed with wearing any panties so as she walked into the sitting room and plopped down on the sofa in the living room next to her husband, he reached over to caress exposed her dark, heart-shaped trimmed patch of pubic hair. The program was about visiting Rome where they had been on their last holiday which brought back sexually stimulating memories of all there naughty peeing adventures. 
     Without saying anything to her husband, Mary Dean slid forward off the couch and into a low squat over the antique Persian carpet and peeing. At the hissing sound resulting from the copious  pee stream exiting from between her labia folds, caused her husband's attention to turn from the telly to his wife weeing wantonly peeing on the expensive carpet. Mary Dean's peeing brought attention to her husband of his own bulging bladder, and as he stood up, he apparently realized how urgent his need to urinate was.  He quickly rushed to stand over Mary Dean's favorite plant its large ceramic pot which stood under a window. As he started to draw down his pyjamas to expose his  flacid dick and danglng balls, he suddenly spurted piss into the garment thoroughly saturating the front of them. Finally he fully cleared his dick and balls from the pyjamas before losing total control and hastily began irrigating the plant before redirecting his thick piss stream onto the soil. Mary Dean having finished her pee came over to stand beside her husband to watch him water the large, green leaves and observe the dripping, golden pee continue to add to a now massive pool struggling to soak into the dirt.
   The two resumed sitting on the sofa where Mary Dean as she cuddled up to her husband rubbed  her bare butt up against her husband's piss dampened sleep pyjamas. It did not take much encouragement n her part and her husband quickly lost interest in the program. Her husband slipped out of his sleep pyjamas garment and Mary Dean straddled himas he inserted his dick into her cunt. It was just a matter of fiftenn minutes before Mary Dean experienced an orgasm fueled by the day's naughty pees fresh in her mind. In turn it did not take long for her husband to cum and he shot her vagina with shot after shot spunk. After half an hour of post-coital play, the couple disentangled and downed the last of their beers before heading to bed knowing that there would further pee play upstairs. Her husband turned out the lights in the sitting room and followed Mary Dean upstairs, leaving the mess they had created.

      Mary Dean and her husband sat in their formal dining room eating their late night meal. Rather than dressing for their repast, they had forgone wearing a stitch of clothing and sat naked on the cushioned dining chairs. They finished off the bottle of wine and at that point they were a bit intoxicated, having drank several gin and tonics before sitting down at the table. The both of them were in the habit when they needed to pee during the meal, they did not get up from the table but  would simply scoot to the front edge of their seat and pee directly onto the carpet beneath thge table. Needless to say, the dining room carpet was quite pee stained from all the pees it had received over the years of their marriage. Neither of them gave a damn and did not care what their visitors thought about the badly damaged carpet or the urine smell. Most of their guests in fact had done the same thing as they routinely did and had nonchalantly peed on the carpet while dining in their home.
     Mary Dean's husband at the beginning of the meal had pissed hands free and had just let his piss fly from his dick and land wherever under the table. At one point, fueled by his his alcoholic induced state, he tried to piss by sitting back in the chair and flopping his dick across his left thigh to aim its head to the side. He released an arcing stream of piss to fall out into the room which in time waned, and he wound up dribbling all over his thigh.
 Sooner or later Kim got lazy too and just peed directly into the chair, soaking the wooden slates and drenching the insides of her thighs in the process as her pee cascaded onto the stone below.
After dinner when Mary Dean began clearing the dishes off of the dining room table, she stepped  back from the table to view the gigantic wet area in the middle of the carpet left by her and her husband. As she was bringing in the last of the dishes including a large antique bowl back into the kitchen, Mary Dean had a naughty idea. Instead of putting the bowl that had been a wedding present from her mother-in-law worth hundreds of dollars into the dishwasher with the other dishes, she placed the family heirloom bowl on the kitchen floor and stood over it, straddling it. She squatted slightly with her hands on her hips so that she was hovering over the valuable bowl and reassured herself that her naked pussy was correctly positioned. She nevertheless hesitated but her inebriated state kicked in and a dribbling flow of pee began to trickled into the bowl. The flow was so weak that much of the pee ran in rivulets down her inner thighs and off of her rounded ass cheeks. As she sighed with frustration and she increased the pressure on her pelvic floor muscles, her pee stream picked up momentum and started to splash and splatter in the bowl, It was at that moment that her husband got up from the dining room table and peered over the kitchen island to see Mary Dean urinating in the wedding present from his mother.
      He coyly asked her as to what she was doing but instead of waiting for a reply he went around the kitchen island and he reached down to his dangling penis and aimed it at the bowl on the floor. Mary Dean snickered and referred to her husband as a naughty boy as a fat stream of piss issued from the slit of the plum-sized head of his dick fell into the now half full bowl. With the combined flow of their pee it didn't take long for couple to fill the bowl to capacity. In fact their combined contribution caused the bowl to overflow to puddle on the tile of kitchen floor. Mary Dean having started to pee before her husband finished first, and she bounced up and down and shook her belly with her hands to dislodge a number of droplets that dampened her cunt flaps. When she turned her attention to her husband who continued to piss, he released his hold on his dick and she took hold of  his now slightly engorged penis. As her husband stood looking down at his dick, she attempted to direct his piss stream into the overflowing bowl without much success since she being female was unaccustomed directing a piss stream and the stream wavered and splattered on the floor. Finally her husband's piss stream became a mere trickle and Mary Dean, with an exaggerated pout  on her face for her husband's benefit, gave his now nearly fully erect dick a few shakes. 
     She bend over to carefully pick up the bowl full of pee, but she could not keep the warm urine from sloshing around as she walked to the backdoor and a large amount of the golden liquid spilled onto the kitchen floor. Her husband opened the patio door for her and she stepped out to sling the contents of the bowl splashing across the patio surface. In the meanwhile, her husband had busied himself by mopping up the kitchen floor with a dish towel.
 

Like Peefully, I have stood in the area at the back of a theatre that was separated from the seating area where there was a separating wall about four foot tall. I chose a time during the movie when I figured there would not be anyone entering or leaving the seating area, and I extracted my penis through my open fly fully exposing it in the dim light from the strip lighting running along the short carpeted wall and carpeted floor. Anticipating my naughty piss, I had loaded up on liquids at home and during the time coming to the theatre so that my bladder was near to the point of bursting. My piss stream was strong and long lasting, and I soaked as much of the carpeted wall as I could by side stepping down the seven foot length of the wall as my piss continued. The hissing sound of piss exiting my urethra was fairly loud but the volume of sound from the movie I was certain drowned it out. Besides the movie goers would be so engaged with the movie that they would not notice the sounds of me pissing. By the time I was finished pissing the carpet at the juncture of the wall and the the floor was so wet that the light sparkled and glimmered on the puddle I created. It was a lovely sight to behold, and I was quite turned on by how nasty I had been!  

Peeing in Silver Creek  

     My ex-wife and I during our marriage were in the habit of taking an evening walk as the sun was nearing the horizon on a trail that ran beside a creek named Silver Creek. Most of the trail was unwooded except for where a wooden bridge crossed the creek and on one ocassion as we approached the bridge, my ex stated that she badly needed to pee. I responded that I myself could certainly use a piss.  My ex momentarily stood before the bridge and observed that  one could sit on the railing of the structure and pee into the water below. She said that she saw no difference between sitting on a toilet at home and peeing into the water in the creek. I added that it was a good idea and that the only difference was that she would not need to flush when she was done. My ex laughed at my comment as she walked over to the railing and dropped her elasticized waisted, white shorts, taking her large cut white cotton panties with them, down to hang around her dimpled knees. 
     Meanwhile I visually surveyed the surrounding area to make sure there was nobody around and went over to stand beside at the railing. The top of the railing was just the right shape and size for my ex to scramble up and sit on with her naked bum hanging over the edge with the creek some twelve feet below. I undid my belt on my demin blue jeans, unzipped the fly and undid the snap as I watched my ex-wife squirm around and settle to the point she felt comfortable on top the railing. I pro-ceeded to pull down the waistband on my underwear and pop my penis and balls fully from the garments, and stepped forward to dangled my penis between the top rail of the bridge and the middle rail. My ex-wife began constricting her lower abdominal muscles and suddenly released a long snaking stream of pee which glistened in the fading light and fell into the stream below. Her pee stream as it struck the surface created multiple circular ripples that spread across the still water.
     I began to piss sending a pencil thick stream arcing through the air for four feet before it descended to pelt the creek water below. My ex had turned to watch how far my stream was going said to me in a kidding kind of fashion if I could make it go any further? I told her with a chuckle that I would try. I constricted my pelvic floor muscles and thrust my pelvis forward and my piss stream shot from my urethra for almost another two feet. I maintained as much force as I could, but after only five seconds my stream weakened and fell back. My piss stream then very quickly became a mere dribble.

      My ex called me honey and complimented me that my performance was pretty good. My ex and I would often compete with one another as to who could urinate the strongest and the longest. Because of my five second burst the total lenght this time was shortened so I finshed pissing before she did. So I stood there didling with my dick and watching her continue to pee. Her pee was a nice lenghty, hissing pee which even she finished with several finsihing spurts in a row they hissed when they came out!  
     Before we headed for home, we walked off the trail and down along the bank of the stream until we came to a naturally formed pool of water. We stripped off are clothes and waded in the pool of creek water, playing like innocent children, splashing about. My ex teasingly stood in the water to show me that she could pee standing up. Her bladder however was still pretty empty and she could only produce a dribble which mostly ran down her left leg and into the water.

The announcement that the British Airlines flight to the Canary Island was now boarding crackled over the PA system. Emma, Elizabeth, and Mary Dean along with their husbands were treating themselves to an overdue vacation. Over the past months, the six of them had been con-spiring and had been ransacking their workplaces and breaking into automobiles parked on the street to acquire quite a large sum of money to make the trip possible. They were now eager to blow their ill-gotten gains and had splurged on tickets for first class tickets. They were eager to engage in their mutual held quirkly fetish involving pee vandalism. During the time prior to their departure they had discussed with excitement the one thing they were going to do ... totally relax, well two things ..... and to engage in relieving their bladders at other people's expense.
     The three pee puddles that had been deposited in the back seat of their Uber driver's van suggested that the friends were even less reticent in their habits than usual since the driver could have easy discovered the three women relieving themselves on the floor mats of the van. They were were planning to urinate wherever and whenever opportunigy presented itself including on the plane. One look at how Emma was dressed gave an  indication of her preparedness to take a pee. She wearing a tan, polyester skirt that extended three-fourths of the way down thighs that tighty encased her mature, bit overweight body and hugged her curvacious posterior. She opted to wear a traditional cut,  white blouse that was fleshly starched and pressed. She had left the top three buttons undone to reveal she wore a sheer white brassiere and that whenever she bent for-ward her ample cleavage would clearly be on view. She normally would wear at least a throng but she had foregone wearing any underpants for travelng. She felt that it was a pity that when she went through security that nobody would probably check to prove she wore no underpants.
     Emma's friend Mary Dean was smartly dressed and was wearing a pleated navy skirt that fell three inches above her dmpled knees. Her attire had the appearance that was closer to her usual appearance even it it was a bit tight fitting. In contrast to her dear friend Emma, she  was wearing underwear underneath her skirt. Even so her choice of panties was beyond the norm for it was a crotchless, pearly white pair. The panties were extremely sheer with feminine stitched pink floral details added. The fact that she had chosen or neglected to wear a bra...it was not as if she wanted to be seen with her large nipples and puffy aureoles poking at the sheer polyester fabrc of her blouse or anythng!
     of the trhree friends, Elizabeth was usual the the most outrageously dressed for wore an outfit designed for a much younger female and not a mature woman like herself. She was wearing a wrap around skirt which opened as she strolled across the airport corridor to reveal more than what was considered decent and a ivory colored, crocheted halter top which barely was able to hold her breasts in and from exposure.
     Upon entering the elevator at the far end of the terminal, Mary Dean's husband decided to take advantage of the momentary privacy. As the elevator doors closed he turned his back to the others and stood in the corner of the small space. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his good sized dick and proceeded to piss all over the metal floor and one third of the way up the paneled wall. Just as he finished urinating there was an announcement over the public address system for all passengers to board the their flight. Mary Dean's husband hastely stuffed his still dribbling dick back into his khaki trousers. As the elevator doors opened, an elderly couple preparing to enter the elevator hesitated and eyed the puddle of cooling piss in the corner. The grey-haired woman looked directly at the six of them and under her breath uttered in no uncertain terms what she thought of their behavior and mouthed the words "Schwein," referring to them in German as swine. The woman's reaction caused Emma, Elizabeth, and Mary Dean to laugh at her while their husband pointed fingers of blame at each other.
     The party of four having checked in at the arport desk and went through securty made their way to then proper gate to board their early mornng flght. As they entered the airplane Emma turned and looked at her two friends who returned her conspiratory smirk as they were welcomed aboard by a mature flight attendent. Since the flight was so early manyn of the passengers looked weary and tired, but emma and her frends as well as their husbands were wide awake and eager to see what naughty pee activities they could get away with on the flight. Being in first class meant that they boarded first and as they entered first class section they all took note of the first class cabin features. There were paired, elegantly uphostered seats on each side and the floor instead of being vinyl was richly carpeted. They passed a toilet cubical reserved only for first class passengers as they entered which none of them planned to use by mutual consent when they began planning their pee adventure!
     As the six of them stood in the aisle behind a queue of first class passengers which was being held up by an older, large breasted and equally large assed woman struggling with her baggage. Emma's who was in front of the others saw one of the quirkier events to occur during the flight . The grey haired and balding husband of the struggling woman rather than helping her stood shifting his considerable weight from foot to foot in what Emma initially mistaken as impatience, but then recognized that he was performing a "I need to pee dance." The queue showed no sign of moving as his apparent need to relieve himself became more urgent and there was no way that he would be able to make his way back up the aisle to the toilet cubicle. He finally just shrugged his shoulders in apparent surrender to the urgng of hs bladder and turned slightly to face the empty row of seats beside him and unfastened his fly.
     Emma did not quite expect to witness whay happened next! She watched, wide-eyed, as the beer-bellied man withdrew his small, wrinkled dick from his trousers and began to piss on the floor in front of the empty seats where he and his wife were going to sit. His mostly clear stream of piss arched out in front of him, splashing willy-nilly all over the carpeted flooring and leaving  damp flecks of urine not only on the seats but also on the back of the seats in front. Noticing that Emma was closely watching him urinate the man gave her a friendly nod and commented that he often flew on this particular flight and that the crew knew of propensity for urinating on the floor of the cabin. He then nonchalantly turned  his attention back to what he was doing and as the stream weakened and became a mere dribble, the man shook the droplets of piss from his dick head, sending them flying in all directions. Emma  glanced around the cabin to gauge the reaction of the other passengers and nione of them seemed at all perturbed by the man now putting away his exposed dick and refastening his fly.
     Almost as soon as the passengers had all taking their seats, they were approached by a flight attendant wearing a skimpy, transparent throng and bra combo offering them glasses of champagne for a light "pre-takeoff" refresher. Everyone was eager in  accepting a glass which was quite generous in its size. Emma's friends and their husbands looked at each other with slightly turned up smiles in the faintest hint of a smirk knowing that the bubbly champange would cause their bladders to quickly fill. 
     The plane pulled away from the gate and taxied onto the outgoing flight runway. Once on the runway it  accelerated and quickly rose nto the air. The captain's voice, a woman's voice, came over the intercom to inform the passengers that we had left right on time and should right on time at the airport nin the canary Islands. Her had a reassuring tone but at the same time sexually suggestive voice  indicating that the passengers were free  during the flight to enjoy themselves. She encouraged everyone to do whatever made tham more comfortable and all the passengers knew to what she was inferring and chuckled. It was not long after that they took off that the flight attendent began serving an overly abundant breakfast to the first class passengers. Emma, Eliza-beth, and Mary Dean and their husbands kept the attendant busy by having her constantly run back and forth to the galley to fetch them a lmitless supply of alcohol. As the flight continued and the sun rose the flight attendants help the passengers on the right side of the airplane to pull down window shades. set the cabin lights dimmed so that passengers would find it easer to sleep, relentlessly .  
      The group with Emma kept calling the flight attendants for glass after glass of alcohol. Emma could feel her pussy tingle in naughty anticipation with each drink she consumed. After having behaved so "good" today, her body was begging her to be bad. She had worked so hard to relish in the immaculate comfort offered by the cabin that cost thousands of dollars to ride -- she wanted to defile it. Nothing would bring her more pleasure. Instead of being thankful for the privilege of flying first class, Emma wanted to be naughtier than ever.
     Emma turned to her husband and told told to mind his feet as she did not want to ruin his  expensive, Italian made leather shoes. She grasp the hem of her dress and folded the material back, fully exposing her bare thighs which she parted to expose her pussy for anyone who passed down the aisle to see. She shuffled herself forward to the edge of her seat, and with her forefinger and middle finger she spread her labia lips. Without hesitation she began urinating sending a stream of pee with some force into the space below the seat in front of her and her husband. Her pee was dark amber in colour and smelt quite strongly from the coffee she had drank earlier.
     She told her husband while not taking her eyes off her pee stream that pelted the carpeted floor that there far too many social restrictions about peeing when one needed. After thirty seconds, her pee stream ebbed and she finished her pee by pushing out a couple of spurts that varied n volume. She then wiped her wet pubic hair and her cunt with the front of her dress and pulled the now pee dampened fabric back in place. She went back to reading through the airline magazine as if what had just transpired was of little consequence.
     Emma's husband who was sitting next to her shuffled in his seat and Emma suspected that he was now needing to relieve his bladder. She pushed the button to call the flight attendant and asked her for a blanket which she quckly brought to her. She covered her husband with the blanket and he proceeded to fumble around under it to unzip his fly and undo the belt on his trousers. He raised his butt off the seat and pushed his trousers down carrying his underwear with them. He apparently wanted to test the waters so to speak before being too bold about pissing on the floor beneath his seat.  
     Quite playfully her husband dangled his dick over the front of the seat and dribbled a small trickle of piss. Emma lifted the blanket so that she and her husband could peer beneath it to see his dick. Her husband now feeling apparently fully at  liberty to urinate on the carpeted floor released a strong, hissing stream.  As he pissed, Emma reached under the blanket to grasp hhis dick and play with his public hair and large testes. She giggled conspiratorially as he pissed for thirty seconds.
     After her husband had straightened out his clothing, Emma settled back n her seat and began looking around the first class cabin. She drew her husband's attention to the various activities that were going on. Across the aisle from them her friend Elizabeth had taken off her seatbelt and was kneeling down on the floor between her husband's legs n order to provide him with a blow job. He had pushed down his trousers to expose his humongous dick and was lost in the passionate moment and did notice the flght attendant pass down the aisle nad pause. Seeing that Emma was watching the acton, the flight attendant remarked with her refined British accent that she wished that her boyfriend had as huge as Elizabeth's husband. She sighed apparently visualizing her suddenly well endowed plunging his transformed dick into her welcoming cunt. Emma did not need to imagine being ploughed by such an immense dick for she had had the opportunty with Elizabeth's permission to fuck her husband on several ocassions. Emma smiled at the flight attendant communicating as women do about such matters that she had experienced what she was wishng.
 

My first wife and I after our wedding reception headed out on our honeymoon. We were both in need of a pee and we had not driven very far before we stopped at a gas station to relieve our bladders. I went in and retrieved a key to the ladies restroom which was on the side of the building. My new bride invited me to go in with her, and when we entered the small restroom, we discovered that it was not only dirty it was filthy. There was pee all over the seat on single stool and a discarded tampon floating in the amber water in the unflushed bowl. My wife looked at me with a disgusted look on her face and declared the toilet as unusable. she then suggested that she pee on the floor and that I could piss in the sink. Before I could concur with her, she began raising the skirt of her smart outfit that she had selected to wear while traveling. She was wearing tan- colored nylons with a white garter belt and a pair of frilly pink panties which she quickly pulled down. I stepped up to the rust stained porcelain sink and unzipped my trousers. I extracted my uncircumsized dick through the open fly and underwear. I pulled back the foreskin and positioned my dick over the sink basin. I then turned to watch my wife as she began to urinate on the dirty white-tiled floor. She squatted in such a fashion that her powerful pee stream arched across the small restroom and struck the wall opposite her. In response to my laugh she looked up at me and gave me the finger.  I turned my attention to my piss as I sent a pencil thick stream swirling around the bottom of the sink before the gurgling flow went down the drain. My bride asked me to hand her some toilet tissue and I completed. She wiped the errand drops of pee from her thighs and mopped her hairy cunt. She dropped the wad of issue into the pee puddle she had created. We rearranged our garments and as we exited the restroom I tossed the key into the unflushed toilet stool. It was a very bonding moment that we both found to be very valuable in our lifetime of pee activities.

     Years before our divorce my ex-wife to be and I had gone down to Arkansas for the day and were headed back home. It was a Sunday night and we had decided to avoid the interstate, the traffic and especially any police patrols as we had both been drinking and were far from sober. My ex-wife rolled down her window and threw out an empty beer can before getting herself another can from the cooler. She had took several swigs of the frothy brew as we rode along, and she was carefully watching for other cars as we encountered them or as cars passed us in order to put the can down out of sight.
     The further we went south there were less cars traveling on the road in either direction. Having drank several beers myself, I soon began to feel like I needed to take a piss. We had passed through several of the real small towns and the hilly, curving road soon brought us to a side road. I turned on to the road and told my ex-wife that I needed to piss. She said in a slurred voice that she too needed to pee again too! 
     We had only driven a few miles further when we came to a pull off area where there was a long closed up structure that had been a refreshment stand. We were indeed in need of "refreshment" if you catch my drift! We rolled up to the area beside the structure and a delapidated picnic table of what was a former parking area. I put the automobile into park, left automobile running and the head lights on. Both of us got out of the automobile and left the doors open allowing the interior lights to shine forth into the darkness. We walked around to the front of the automobile to stand in the head light beams. 
     My ex reached down and pulled down the zipper on my fly, and proceeded to work her hand through the open flaps and into my underwear in order to pull out my dick. Her hand tugging at my dick caused it to immediately stiffen to a semi-erect state. Eventhough my penis was semi-erect that did not hinder me in releasing my piss stream because I had to piss so bad. I pressed my pelvis forward and sent an arching stream which had a very long twist to it that shot far enough out in front of me that the stream disapeared into darkness beyond the light cast by the head lights. There was the sound of my piss splashing somewhere out of sight on the gravel of the parking area. My ex had wrapped her arm around my back and leaned her head on my shoulder seemingly mesmer-ized in her half drunken state by my arching piss stream. 
      As I continued to piss, she stepped a short distance from me and popped the snap on the waistband of her white, demin shorts and pulled down the zipper. She then pulled her snug fitting long legged jeans and the green cotton  panties she was wearing down to hobble her dimpled knees.  She positioned herself so that the head lights of the automobile acted much like a spotlight on a theater stage so that her her large, mature ass was facing me. She looked over her shoulder in a teasing fashion and smiled as she placed her hands on her knees and squatted three-fourths of the way down. In the process of squatting, she let a long, trumpeting fart which caused her to giggle with slight embrassment. She then started to pee. 
     My own piss stream had begun to lessen and the arching stream drew closer to where I stood spread legged. I heard my ex's pee stream pelting the gravel surface beneath her naked ass cheeks and splash noisily on the hard pan of the ground. I looked at her and saw that her pee stream was a wide, hissy ribbon issuing from between the dangling flaps of her labia. I watched her pee for a quite awhile before I became aware that my piss stream was just a mere dribble. I shook the last drops off piss from my piss slit and went back to watching her pee. 
     My ex wife kept on peeing her spraying type stream for over forty-five seconds and it was quite a[ppparent that her bladder had been filled to near full capacity. Then the stream and the with the full force spray of urine ceased and became a dribbled flow of pee. The light from the head lights shimmered on the surface of the pee puddle beneath her squatting figure. She than indicated as the last dribble fell from her cunt lips that I should help her clean up her sopping wet cunt hair. I immediately understoodn what she wanted of me and knelt down behind her. I did not concern myself that I was kneeling in the puddle of pee that she had created eventhough the knees of my pants would become saturated with her urine. She half laughed at my action and wiggled her ass tantalizingly before face. I grab her ass cheeks and kneaded the soft, fatty tissue before spreading them. She spread her feet further apart and I moved forward to bury my face berween herspread ass cheeks. I placed my mouth down on her cunt and tasted the remnant drops of her pee clinging to her pubic hair. I breathed in the odor of her cunt and the smell her pee and strong intoxicating smell of sexual phermones. I started at the back of her cunt and worked my tongueing up to her clit. I could taste her saltiness on my tougue as I licked her clean. 
     I spent a good five minutes licking her crotch which my ex paying particular attention to her clitoris. Before long she experienced an orgasm.... I could on withmore details about what happened next, but I will it up to the reader to imagine the events of the next forty-five minutes! 
 

Mary Dena had gone shopping and had taken her little girl along to shop for an outfit for her daughter to wear on Easter Sunday. As she went through the fancy girly dresses hanging on a circular rack, she suddenly experienced an urgent need to pee. She loved to pee in places where she was not suppose to relieve herself in public. Eventhough she had her daughter in tow, she was not going to let that stop her when it meant that she had the chance relieve herself somewhere new. She directed her daughter to wait for her as she parted the dresses hanging on the rack and stepped into the space in the center of the rack. Her little girl could not resist sticking her head between the dresses to view her mother as she lifted the hem on her knee lenght, polyesther skirt and reached underneath to pull down her panties. Her daughter noticed that her mother's panties were a novelty pair embellished with images of well-known cartoon characters depicting a female mouse squatting over a male mouse and peeing on his disportionately sixed cock!  Mary Dean proceeded fully squat down, resting her asscheeks on the heels of her feet in order to not splash her pee too much while she urinated. Her stream began as a dribble and quickly grew in volumne to shower the neutral grey carpet. As she busily relieved her bladder over the floor she got a massive thrill from hearing the number of shoppers walking by who were oblivious to her urinating in the sheltering circle of little girl dresses. Her daughter observing her relieving herself remarked on how mummy was peeing on the floor. As her pee stream ebbed, it occured to Mary Dean that she had nothing to wipe her wet cunt. She reached up and pulled one of the dresses from its hanger and used it to mop her pee damped cunt flaps. She then stood up and used the garment to cover the wet carpet caused by her pee before pulling up her panties and dropping the hem of her skirt. She then took her daughter's hand who as they walked away, commented once again on her mommy peeing on the floor and how the next time she had to pee-pee that she was going to do the same.
 

     Before my ex-wife and I had sex she would indicate that she wanted to pee before engaging in coitus. On numerous occasions I would convince her to pee in an empty gallon size, plastic coffee container. Since watching her pee would give me an instant hard-on which would cause me unable to piss, I would go first. She as mention by another individual earlier would often hold the plastic container while I released a golden torrent of piss into it. She would then set the plastic container now one-eight of the way filled with warm male piss on the hard wood floor and squat down over it. I would get down in a position where I could clearly observe her pee stream exiting her urethra cleared her loose hanging inner labia lips and noisily mix with my previously deposit of urine. The strength of her pee stream churned the urine, forming a frothy, bubbly surface on the urine. 

     My ex would be as turned on my our mutual urinating into the same container as i was and would often not pause to wipe her hairy pee saturated pussy before get up on the bed and we would fuck like rabbits. The remnant wetness of pee acted as a lubricate and my cock would easily penetrate her vaginal opening.       

     I and my ex-wife were staying at a Ramada Inn any number of years ago and were preparing to engage in sexual intercourse. My ex had put on an a simple night gown and I had stripped down to being totally naked. As was her usually custom, she indicated that she was going to go to the bathroom. I stopped her before she had a chance to sit down on the commode and asked her if would pee in the bathtub for me. She did not hesitated for any period of time since peeing in a bathtub was one of the things she did not mind doing for me. She raised her night gown as she squatted down to rest her ample ass cheeks on the rim of the bathtub. I position myself so that I could fully witness her gushing flow of pent up urine fall from between her hair covered pubes to splatter noisily. She had peed for a considerable period and her pee was amber in coloration and strongly scented. 

     I decided that I would join her in peeing into the bathtub so I straightened up and stood beside her and took hold of my cock behind the helmet. My bladder was not as distended as my ex's but I did release a fairly copious stream splattering into the bottom of the tub. Our two pee deposits combined , female, one male, to flow together towards the drain where due the slowness of the drain formed a small pond before disappearing down the drain. 

     I talked my ex into not wiping her pee damped pubic hair on her cunt, and we adjured to the queen-size bed for what turned into a wet post-pee hour of fucking where I ate out her cunt savoring the tangy taste of her remnant pee.         

Before we built so many so many interstate, four lane, limited access roadways, my ex-wife and I would quite often would turn off on to a side  or farm road to relieve our full bladders. When traveling any distance at all I would ask her halfway along the way if she needed a pit stop.  More often than not,  she took the bait and we wound up stopping some place where if somebody was alert they would see us happily peeing. There was one place that I like to stop in particular. The spot was up an incline about ten yards where there was a cell tower with a graveled turn in. My ex would get out of the van we owned at that time and push down the cargo pants she preferred to wear taking her panties with them. She would squat halfway down providing me with a delightful view of her hairy cunt and its split., I would stand behind her and admire her pee stream as it fell to splatter on the loose gravel. I would unzip my fly, take out my dick and piss standing there behind her. Quite often she would warn me not to piss on her and I must confess that that thought was certainly on my mind! I would direct my piss stream to land in close proximity to the pee puddle that formed behind her .When we finished I asked her on an occasion or two if she wanted to fuck and on an occasion or two indeed we engaged in sexual intercourse with her bent over holding on to the backseat armrest with her pants around her knees and me with my pants dropped down around my knees.   

My ex-wife was the oldest of seven children, and because of the large family she was accustomed to seeing everyone in her family naked and using the toilet with the door open, including her mother and even her father. When her sister who was nearly eighteen years younger than her was married my ex was her maid of honor. With so many people getting ready for the wedding and access to only one bathroom it was a crazy day.  I entered the bridal dressing room with my ex where the bride and the two other bride's maids were dressing. My ex had on her dress, an azure blue with petticoats and low-cut neckline which showed a large amount of cleavage. She went into the ad-joining toilet, leaving the door open, and lifted the hem on the satiny dress. Back then she wore a long-legged panty girdle which she battled to pull down. Her dimpled knees now hobbled, she struggled to position herself properly with the squat toilet bowl before she bet forward exposing even more of her cleavage. Her sister, the bride, commented that she had not noticed that her breasts were as large as they were when she caught sight of her hovering over the toilet bowl. My ex must have had a very full bladder for her pee began as a mere dribble and grew to a rushing, hissing torrent. When the golden stream ebbed, she would press her lower-ed abdominal muscles and the amount of her stream increased. This happened several times before she finally released several forced dribbles. She unraveled a yard length of toilet paper from the roll beside her and mopped her pee dampened  hairy cunt. She straightened up and tugged her panty girdle up over her wide, saddle bag thighs and smoothed down her maid's dress. Before my ex had a chance to flush the stool, another of my ex's sisters started to arrange her dress in order to take a pee. I stood agog watching until my ex gesture that I should leave the room. I guess she in too much of a pee to notice that I witnessed what had transpired up to that point.       

     My ex-wife and her girlfriend were inseparable since childhood and was a bridesmaid at our wedding. Her girlfriend's husband was from the same town as myself and although we were that close growing, the four of us did many things together. Over the years we all grew closer and my ex-wife's friend said one time that she felt so close to us that she felt she could change her pantyhose in front of us without a second thought. Little did I realize at the time that she felt so close to us that if she was caught short she would pee in front of us! The four of us had gone on a picnic at a state park that had a freestanding building which  contained obviously old toilet and rust stained sink. After an hour after eating which included watermelon and plenty of ice tea, my ex-wife said that she needed to pee. I also needed to relieve my bladder so I got up from the picnic table and joined her. She entered the toilet facility and immediately lowered her white cotton shorts and began to sit down on the ox yolk styled toilet seat, but her need to go pee was so so urgent that as she lowered her ass, she began to release a gush of yellow pee all over the seat and onto the floor. Having made a mess, she obviously did not proceed to sit down but continued to urinate from a high squat position. I seeing and hearing the  relief she was experiencing, i could wait for her to finish so I undid my pants and stepped in front of the sink. But before I could begin pissing into the basin, my ex-wife's girlfriend came bursting in. She almost pushed my ex-wife aside in her rush to get to the toilet. She expressed in no uncertain terms that she was about to pee her pants. She quickly lowered her shorts and panties as she told my ex-wife to get out of the way. My ex-wife complied and her girlfriend seeing the mess that the toilet was in dropped into an high squat over the unflushed toilet bowl. Her gush of yellow pee was just as strong as my ex-wife's, in fact it may have been stronger. Not only that but she was less successful in hitting the toilet with her stream. Seeing really for the first time, she grinned and apologized for the intrusion and told me not to mind her. Basically, she was inviting me to go on with my piss although my then it was too late to hold back and I released a thick, twisting stream od golden piss into the basin of the sink. When we were all finished and had pulled ourselves together we stepped out of the toilet facility, leaving the toilet unflushed and leaving toilet tissue on the floor. We immediately discovered the husband of my ex-wife' girlfriend pissing on the side of the building. As we walked back to the picnic table, my ex-wife's girlfriend commented on how the next person who used the toilet would not be happy to encounter the mess we left.  . 

     My ex-wife and I were taking our children to a German Oktoberfest event in a small town not too far from where we lived. We had not been on the road terribly long but nevertheless my ex insisted that she badly in need of a pee. I turned onto a farm road that led across a dry stream bed and turned onto the dry, rocky stream bed and stop. My wife and the kids got out. the kids were happy to play with the rocks while my ex walked about ten yards further up the bed. As I recall she was wearing a pair of white, denim shorts, a favorite garment that she liked to wear in the summer,  with a zipper in the front and a snap at the waist. She undid her shorts and lowered the garment down around her knees and dropped into a half squat for she had put on quite a bit of weight and would have had a hard time fully squatting down. She released a gushing stream of pee that bounced and like a fountain sprayed everyway, wetting the calves of her chubby legs and her sandal clad feet. As she finished up her peeing, there quite suddenly appeared a farm truck driving along the road and crossed the dry stream bed. My ex jumped up as quick as she could pulling up her shorts, dribbling pee into the crotch of her shorts and her panties which became a twisted and bunched band half way on and half way off. how much the driver of the truck saw I do not know but I like to think that he got an eyeful of my darling wife, mother of our children who were oblivious to what had just transpired. they like me had grown accustom to my ex peeing in situation like what just occurred.