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     I was indeed initially reluctant to discuss my nearly lifelong interest in watching women peeing and my constant encouragement of my then wife to watch her peeing. The counselor encouraged me to share by reminding me "that we were all adults there" and that we were paying him to get things that were impediments to a happy marriage out in the open. I went on to tell him in front of my former wife to relate how I found the voyeuristic aspect of watching women performing a natural function of all of us. It was one of the most liberating moments of my life! I had never confessed to anyone even fully my wife the sexual thrill and titillating excitement I fely in viewing a woman peeing not only in a toilet but also in a public or semi=public setting. 

     Although my former wife tried to accommodate my fetish, those times she peed in semi=public settings and in other situation are memories I still reflect back on. The settings and the peeing actions still give a "woody" to this day some twenty years later. My current wife by the way knows about my propensities regarding peeing, but unfortunately she is not halfway as uninhibited as my ex.

     If those who find this topic wish want me to relate my ex-wife's Exploits, so indicate what you are interested in and I will try to titillated your sexual libido with details!       

   The most daring and naughty place I have pissed was in the building where my doctor at the time had his office. The professional office building had converted from an old nineteenth industrial building build around 1895. It was six stories in height and the doctor had an office down in the remodeled basement level. The entrance off the back parking led into a small foyer where you could choose to use the stairs by going through one fire safety door or go through another door down which was the elevators and a hallway leading into the first floor. Naturally most people elected to use the elevators and so few people even wanting to access the offices in the basement did not use the stairs   

   I went down the  stairs on the day of my appointment fully confident that I would not be disturbed or caught while I engaged in one of my favorite activities. For years I have enjoyed in pissing in public or at lest semi-public venues such as school classrooms, movie theaters, hotel lobbies, department store fitting rooms, etc. Down in the basement stairwell I stepped back under the descending stairs where  somebody coming down the stairs would not immediately see me pissing on the carpeted floor. I proceeded to unzip my khakis and extracted my cock which was semi-erect due to the anticipated naughtiness of my impeding urinating where social convention states in a no-no! I had not pissed for quite awhile and when I released my piss stream it was forceful and copious in volume. I joyfully pissed for the entire time and was happy to be undisturbed while I send my wavering golden stream playing across the carpet. I attempted to cover as much of the carpet as I could. My piss exhausted,, I stuffed ny cock back into my pants and went in to see the doctor. When the nurse asked for a urine sample I could only provide her with a dribble or two in the plastic cup.

   I enjoyed w5iting this and now have to go find a naughty place to relieve my bladder!       

     My ex-wife before our marriage totally fell apart had gone to see a therapist. My wife was living with another man but we thought it would be worth one last try to reconcile. During one of the early session my interest in voyeurism, watching women peeing, and sharing the toilet with my wife when we both needed to pee came up. I was hesitant at first to discuss my interests, but the therapist reminded us that we were all grown ups. The sessions took place approximately place about 75 miles from where we lived and my wife and I would have something to eat before starting home. My wife and I would consume large drinks of ice tea with a sandwich then get directly into the automobile and get on the road. Three quarters of the way home we both both came desperate for a pee and I would ask my ex-wife if she was up for some roadside peeing. She did not need much plodding to said yes.

     I would pull off the interstate and drive about a quarter of a mile on the secondary road then turn into a side road. I would barely be able to disengage the gear and turn the automobile off before my ex was climbing out of the auto, unbuttoning her shorts or lifting her skirt, pulling down her panties, and halfway squatting down. By the time I had come around the auto, she was in full stream, sending a forceful gush of champagne-colored pee splattering on the gravel or dirt of the edge of the road. I would stand directly behind her, extract my dick from my pants, and send an equally forceful stream of piss to play on the surface behind her large,mature ass cheeks. She would often tell me not to piss on her which was a good idea on her part in that it was so tempting a thought to squirt a bit of my piss on those magnificent ass of hers! I found the experience to be especially exciting when occasionally another auto would drive us as we watered the side of the road.

     By the time we got home we both would need to pee once more. I would often sit on the toilet stool and my ex would would sit spread legged on my thighs. My dick would immediately begin to harden and I often just be able to send a weak dribbling piss falling into the commode. My ex on the other hand did not seem to have much trouble going pee. She would sent a golden stream from her urethra to not only to fall into the commode but to drench my dick and balls. The wetness, the odor and hotness of her urine as well as the shared intimacy caused my dick to become full erect. We would...well, you know!