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Dear Wet Carpet, 

In my last letter, I hinted that my discreet wetting came to an end when my husband caught me. It happened so quickly that I wouldn't have even had time to explain myself. I had just put my son down for a nap. I was relaxing in the front room of our house, which is not far from the nursery. I dozed off for maybe fifteen minutes, and then I woke up needing to pee. I stood up, honestly about to make the long walk to the bathroom, but then I looked around the room and had a thought. The floor in the front room was carpeted with a very smooth lightly colored beige carpet, and I worried that any damage or stain to that would be difficult to clean and might be noticeable forever. However, we had placed a washable throw rug directly in front of the couch between the couch and the coffee table just in case anyone spilled a drink. It was a darker color than the carpet. I smiled as I pictured the naughty thing I was about to do. I was wearing blue denim pants and a t-shirt with no bra. As I felt the pressure building, I unsnapped my pants and then slid them and my panties down to my ankles. Then I scooted to the edge of the couch and relaxed. Right away a warm spray of pee squirted out of me and splashed to the throw rug. I giggled at the sound of it as it puddled on the rug.

Just then, the front door opened. I gasped and nearly fell as I tried to stand up, and I managed to pull up my panties and pants. What I didn't manage to do, however, was stop peeing. I had been so startled that my pee came out full flow, soaking my panties and pants. I clearly could not hide the spreading wet stain in my crotch, and in spite of the fear of being caught, there was a small feeling of relief as pleasure. It was short-lived, though, as my husband, home unexpectedly early stood in the entrance to our front room and stared me down. 

He was first confused and then furious. I don't want to share all that was said because much of it was very hurtful and demeaning. He humiliated me and berated me until I ran off to the bathroom in tears. I took a shower and changed into clean panties and a pair of gray leggings. After my shower was over my son woke up, so I sat in the nursery with him while my husband relaxed alone in his den. I cried some more, and after a little while I heard the front door slam shut, followed soon by the sound of his car starting and then pulling off.

I walked into the front room, and for the first time I saw the damage to the throw rug. There was a puddle on it and some small droplets from my spray. But other than that, it didn't look too bad. I set my son down in his playpen and then carried the wet rug to the laundry room. When I returned to the front room, I heard a faint vibrating sound coming from one of the end tables. It was my husband's cell phone. I normally don't snoop, but I was also still pretty upset about how he had treated me. I flipped the phone open and saw that he had a text from someone. I selected it and read this: "Hope you're on your way. I miss you. ❤️ ;-*"

Uhh…  who the fuck? was immediately my first thought. Just then the door opened, and there was my husband again. "Oh, yeah, I forgot my phone," he said, and he walked up to me, reaching for it. I held onto it and glared at him. Then I flipped the phone open, selected the message again, and then held it up for him to see.

"She misses you," I said. Then I threw the phone at him. He became defensive and tried to stammer out some excuse, and then there was some screaming from both of us as he tried to put the blame on me and the kids and stress at work.

"I want a divorce," I said. This changed his tone very quickly, and he became apologetic and even started to beg and plead. "Who is she?" I asked. "And don't lie to me." He hesitated but finally confessed that it was one of the paralegals at his firm. Now I understood why he didn't want the divorce, because he feared I would reveal the affair and ruin both his and the girl's careers. I could very easily do just that. But as I sat there looking at him, I knew I couldn't. I hated him in that moment, but I still loved him, too. "Fine," I said, "no divorce. But we are finished as a couple. I'll live in this house with you, we'll raise our son together, but we are done." He bowed his head, but he nodded. "And what you saw me doing earlier," I said, "that thing you humiliated me about and made me feel like shit? I enjoy it. I've been doing it for a while, and it turns me on more than you ever have, and I'm going to keep doing it, and unless you want our marriage to be over and for everyone to know about your tart girlfriend, you won't stop me." He stared at me, but he knew that I really could ruin him and that I would get everything in the wake of it.

Our son started whining from his playpen. "You can spend some time with our son. I'm going to MY room, and I suggest you figure out how to get cozy in your den because you are not welcome in MY bed." He nodded and then walked over to our son and picked him up. I stomped off to what used to be our room, flipped onto the bed, and wept. I lay there for a while, sobbing and crying, feeling hurt and exhausted. After a while, I needed to pee. I was honestly about to walk to the bathroom, but I hesitated. This was MY room now, and MY bed. I could enjoy my new pleasure, and my husband wouldn't stop me. So I just lay there and sighed as I emptied my bladder into my bed, feeling the warm wetness beneath me as it soaked into the covers. I gasped as my pee hissed and dribbled, filling my panties and leggings and warming my bottom and crotch. "Oh my god," I said. In spite of how upset I had been, I could not help but reach down and rub my crotch. Soon I was feeling my orgasm build while my pee still seeped through the crotch of my leggings and into my bed. I had to bite down on the blanket to stifle my scream as I came. I knew in that moment that I would be pissing myself more often and that I would be getting as much sexual pleasure from it as I could.

About an hour later, I came out of my room, still wearing my soaked leggings and panties. My husband was walking down the hall. He said he had put our son in the playpen because he wanted to talk. "I don't have anything to say to you," I said. Then as I stood there, I felt a need to pee. I just relaxed and felt the familiar warmth in my crotch as I stood right there in front of him and pissed myself again, sighing to show my pleasure.

"Are you pissing yourself again?" he asked.

"I am," I said. "Ohhh… and you'd better… mmm… get used to it." I let it all go into my pants, feeling it fill my crotch with warmth and dribble down my legs. "Because I don't give a fuck what you think," I said.

"What if I thought it was hot," he said. This made me look at him. It was then that I noticed the bulge in his pants. He took a step towards me. "Please," he said, "I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you. I promise I'll never do that to you again. And if this is something you enjoy, I'm not going to take it away from you. And seeing you like that…." 

He didn't finish his sentence because I leaned in and kissed him. I know, I'm an idiot for believing him, for taking him back, for giving in. But as I stood there, my crotch warm and wet and his cock poking up in his pants, I couldn't help myself. While still kissing passionately, I unzipped his fly as he tugged my wet leggings and panties down. I stroked his cock, feeling its hardness in my hands. Then I let go of it, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop to his feet. We both kicked off our pants and underwear, and soon our shirts were off, as well, and my bra. My husband pressed me against the hallway wall, and the familiar feeling of our naked bodies together made me moan. I started rubbing his cock again, and he rubbed my slit.

"Wait," I said, taking his hand away, "I have to pee some more." I sighed and just let it dribble down my legs and puddle at my feet. He watched me, his eyes wide with delight. Then he was against me again, and soon I could feel his cock against my slit. I moved my hips just enough to let him enter me. He moved in and out of my slowly and sensuously until I started to gasp as my orgasm started to build. He kissed me and his thrusts became more vigorous as I started to cum and then he grunted and I felt him ejaculate inside of me. Then as I climaxed, he pulled out of me and I felt a squirt of pee spray against his crotch and dribble to the floor. "Holy fuck, that felt amazing," I said. "I've never done that before."

"My god, that was sexy," he said.

"Mmm," was all I could say in agreement. Then the moment hit me, and I looked at him. "That was incredible, and I'm not saying that will never happen again. But it also doesn't get you off the hook. You're still my husband, I'm still your wife, and I still love you, but I'm not ready to welcome you back into my bed. Not until I can trust that I'm the only one for you." He bowed his head again.

"I understand," he said. I picked up my wet clothes and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I felt like crying again, but I was also still coming down from that amazing orgasm. I wasn't sure if it was my husband that had turned me on so much or the peeing or both.

Eventually I forgave him, and he remained faithful. We bought a mattress protector for the bed and enjoyed some wet sex together. And so that was the beginning of my freedom to piss myself around the house as I pleased, including the bed, although I was still discreet enough to keep it hidden from my kids for years. Once they were grown and had went off to college, though, my husband and I were no longer concerned about being discreet. We pissed on the furniture, the carpets, our bed, and even the walls. If it got too bad, my husband would pay cleaners to come in and clean up the mess.

And that it why I am the type of friend who sends their best friend to a resort and encourages them to enjoy some wetting. Maybe we can be friends?

Karen

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Some time ago, one of your readers wrote a letter about me inspiring her to pee herself while staying at a beach resort and after she got back. That's right, this is Karen (and please, no "ok Karen" jokes since I am nothing like those bitches, and that isn't my real name anyway).

Some things you might not know about me. Most of the time I am quite elegant and proper. My husband is a partner at a very well known law firm downtown. As a result, I have been able to be a stay-at-home wife and mother. We have two children together, a son and a daughter. Both are adults now and attending university out of state.

This stay-at-home life is actually the origin of my wetting fetish. When you are home alone most of the day, thoughts and desires enter your mind. I remember it vividly. My daughter was in elementary school at the time, and my son was still a baby. My husband was away at a conference. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I felt my morning coffee working it's way through my bladder. It wasn't urgent yet, but I knew I would need to pee soon. I kept cleaning, though, and I was doing okay until my son started crying from his crib. I stopped cleaning and went to check on him. He was always a needy baby after a nap, so I had to hold him to calm him down. I was sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery when it hit me. I tried laying him back down in his crib, but he started squalling again. I picked him back up, and as soon as I did I felt a spurt in my panties. I was still wearing my nightgown, so I felt a tiny trickle down my leg. When I had to hold back another wave of pressure, I knew I had waited too long and wasn't even sure I could make the long walk to our bathroom while carrying my son without having a full accident. I sat back down in the rocking chair and held my son, trying to soothe him while also trying not to piss myself. I'm not sure how much time passed, but eventually I knew I had lost the battle when another strong spurt soaked the crotch of my panties. I knew I had no choice, now, so scooted forward in the rocking chair, tried my best to move my nightgown out of the way but knew I wouldn't be able to take my panties off without putting my son down, which would just cause another crying fit. All I could do was scoot forward and spread my legs. Almost right away a gush of pee soaked my panties and dribbled loudly to the floor, which was carpeted. I sighed with relief as I just sat there and peed full force into my panties. This went on for so long that I felt a tingle as my crotch got warm and the pressure of my pee was tickling my clit. I probably would have orgasmed if I wasn't sitting there holding my baby son at the same time I was pissing myself. But it felt so good and soothing. When I finally finished I finally managed to slide my soaking wet panties off. I tossed them into the laundry basket and then grabbed a towel and dropped it onto the wet spot on the floor.

This started the habit. A little later on the same day, as my son was sitting in his playpen, I had changed into denim shorts and a t-shirt and had gone back to cleaning the kitchen. While washing the dishes, I felt a wave of pressure again. This brought to mind how great it had felt to pee myself in the nursery. I fought against the urge to run to the bathroom, but again it was all the way on the other side of our house. Finally, when I felt the need to pee again, I unsnapped my shorts, tugged them and my panties down, and squatted, bringing my bare pussy and ass just inches from the kitchen floor. Then I relaxed and a stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed onto the tile floor, making a puddle that flowed across to the other side of the kitchen. I didn't care, though, as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the naughty sensation of pissing on my kitchen floor.

Still later, after putting my son down for another nap I sat in the rocking chair and started to doze off. I woke up after about ten minutes because my bladder was signaling its need. I had scrubbed the floor since my last accident, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to make another mess on the floor. However, the towel I had put down was sitting next to the rocking chair. Without thinking about it too much, I grabbed the towel, folded it a few times, and then slid it under my bottom. I glanced at the crib to make sure my son was still asleep. His eyes were closed, so I unsnapped my denim shorts, pulled them and my panties down to my ankles, and sat back onto the towel. Then I relaxed and soon felt a delicious warmth beneath me as I peed directly into the towel. I gasped at this new, wonderful feeling, and could not hold back a moan. I glanced at my son's crib, and he was still fast asleep. I relaxed and emptied my bladder completely, licking my lips and again nearly cumming right then and there.

Once I finished peeing, I knew what I had to do next. I got up, kicked off my shorts and panties, and left the nursery, taking the wet towel with me. I walked to our bedroom, which is right next to the nursery, tossed the wet towel onto my bed, and crawled into my bed. I placed the towel right under my bottom and started to finger myself. I rubbed easily at first and then hard and fast until I had to bite my lip to hold back the scream. Just as I suspected, I squirted when I came, feeling the towel get warm and damp again.

That was it. I was hooked from then on. Every day I looked for opportunities piss myself and when I had the chance to masturbate and almost always squirted when I did. I was always discreet until eventually my husband found out right around the same time I found out about his affairs.

But that's a story for another letter.

Karen
 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I have spent plenty of time browsing the letters that have been submitted to your publication, and I can say without a doubt that Elaine's letters about the library are some of my favorites. This is mostly because it reminds me of my university days.

For introduction's sake, I am a 41 year old brunette mother of two, although when most of these stories took place I was about 19-20. I have always been cute and chubby with a small tummy, big boob, and a nice round ass. I have been happily married for 20 years to a man I actually met while in college. In fact, he'll make an appearance in some of the stories I am about to tell you. And yes, he is aware that I have a pee fetish and has even read a few of your letters with me.

Anyway, the fun really started after I got an apartment near the university with two of my closest friends. We were in the process of moving in when my friend Sara heard about a party just a few blocks away. We all agreed that attending our first college party sounded like a blast. We decided to walk to the party. My other friend Jackie brought her boyfriend Brandon along with us so we wouldn't end up being three drunken ladies walking all alone at night after the party.

When we got there, it was already getting wild. There were at least 40 people in this big house, most of them from the university. We were offered drinks as soon as we walked in. We all agreed to stay together and best we could. This didn't last long, though, because after a while Brandon and Jackie started getting hot and heavy until Jackie gave Brandon a look. Sara and I both rolled our eyes.

"Go on," Sara said. Jackie and Brandon both eagerly left, obviously hoping to find a place to have sex. As I sipped my drink, I felt a twinge in my bladder. "You okay?" Sara asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I just kind of need to pee." I started looking around to see if I could spot a bathroom near us, but no luck. "Can you walk with me to find a bathroom?" I asked Sara.

"Sure," she said. "I should probably pee, too, before I get too drunk to care." She laughed, but I knew there was truth in her comment because I had seen her too drunk to care before. Sara and I had known each other since high school, and the summer after graduation during a sleepover at her house one of our friends had snuck in a few bottles of vodka. We all got smashed, and then as the night wound down we were in sleeping bags on the floor, and Sara said she had to pee. Then she said, "I'm too drunk to get up." Seconds later we could hear a hissing sound and her sighs as she peed in her sleeping bag. We all laughed about it, and even one of our other friends stopped laughing and squealed and we heard another hissing sound as she also peed herself. Neither of them bothered to get up and eventually we all passed out. The next morning, I woke up and almost everyone else was asleep, but I saw Sara tossing and turning in her sleeping bag. She didn't see that I was looking at her, but she was looking around like she was checking to see if anyone was watching her. She breathed out, and I heard the hissing coming from inside her sleeping bag again. I felt then that there was something more to her peeing herself that night.

So Sara joined me in our search for a bathroom. After squeezing past people standing around chatting and a few couples making out, we finally found the bathroom… and the long line to get in. "Well, shit," Sara said. She shrugged, but as I felt a twinge in my bladder I was getting worried. Sara noticed this and looked at me. "How bad is it?" she asked.

"Pretty bad," I said, "like I don't know if I can wait in this line without an accident bad."

"C'mon," Sara said. She led down the hallway and out a door that led outside to the side of the house. There wasn't much space between the outside wall of the house and the garage, but as soon as we stepped outside we could see puddles, making it obvious that other people had the same idea as Sara. "I'll watch the door, you go," she said. 

I didn't need much convincing. I placed my back against the house and tugged my shorts and panties down. Then I used the wall to slide down into a sitting position. My pee came hard and fast, spraying loudly into the dirt. I sighed with relief as I continued to make a puddle of my own on the ground between my legs.

"Shit, listening to that is making me have to go," Sara said. She checked the door one more time, and then hiked up her skirt. I watched as she didn't bother removing her panties but just slid them aside and then sighed and sprayed a stream of pee that reached all the way across to the edge of the garage. "Ohh, that's better," Sara said.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned I saw a guy at the other end of the house. He didn't seem to see us at first as he turned towards the garage, unzipped his fly, and started peeing against the garage wall. Sara and I both watched him as our streams ended, and as soon as his stopped he shook his dick and then zipped up. That's when he spotted us. Luckily we had already adjusted our clothing, but the fresh puddles at our feet were unmistakable. "Oh, shit, um… sorry about that," he said. He was attractive in a humble sort of way, like he wasn't trying too hard but it just came naturally. I didn't know it then, of course, but this man would eventually become my husband.

"When you gotta go you gotta go," Sara said. He smiled, but his face turned red with embarrassment. I couldn't help but think about how sweet that was. He turned away and walked around the other side of the house. Sara and I looked at each other and giggled.

Later that night, as we were relaxing on a sofa in the living room, the guy we saw walked up to us. "So… hello," he said. I smiled, and Sara glanced at me, grinning. He looked even cuter in the light and less embarrassed. "Proper introduction this time" he said. "I'm Ben."

"Have a seat, Ben," I said. I was feeling really tipsy and more than a bit tingly after having seen Ben's cock and now he was standing right next to me. He sat down in the chair next to my side of the couch. Sara smiled, and there was an awkward silence until she stood up from the couch.

"Well, I think I'll go get us some more drinks," she said, and then walked away. Ben and I talked. I won't bore you with all the details because this just isn't the time or place, but he was sweet. He said he was a freshman like me, and a Business major. We talked about our favorite movies, what we like to do on our free time, told stories about some of our friends.

After a while, Sara still had not returned, and I was starting to feel the need to pee again. I didn't want my conversation with Ben to end, but I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. "Hey, Ben, I'm sorry, but will you excuse me for a second?" I said. He nodded, and I hopped up from the couch. 

I didn't even bother checking the bathroom this time but walked out to the side door. As soon as I opened it, I heard moaning, and I glanced down to the other end of the garage and could see a couple clearly having sex. She had her hands against the wall of the house, her skirt lifted, and he was humping her from behind. They probably couldn't see me at this angle, and I had to pee too badly to be concerned about it anyway, but to be safe I squatted low to the ground and reached down and pulled the leg of my shorts and my panties aside and peed as quietly as I could into the ground. I finished quickly and snuck back into the house.

Ben was waiting for me, grinning, and there was a knowing in that grin but no judgement. Neither of us said a word about it. We just picked up our conversation where we left off. Eventually, Sara returned, and from the unbalanced way she walked it was clear we would need to leave soon. Ben and I agreed to meet again on campus the following week, and although I would have stayed with him all night I got up and left the party with Sara.

Once we got back to the apartment, as soon as I opened the door I could hear moaning coming from Jackie's room. I shook my head and Sara giggled. At least we knew Jackie made it back from the party safely. Sara walked into the front room and flopped down onto the floor. "I think I'm jus' gonna sleep in here," she said.

"If that's what you really want," I said. I walked to the closet space in the hallway and grabbed a blanket for her. I tossed it to her and then turned to walk to my room.

"Wait, stay with me," Sara said. "I don't want to sleep in here by myself." I shook my head and grabbed a blanket for myself and tossed it on the couch. "You're such a good friend," Sara said.

"Thanks," I said. Sara decided to just sleep in her clothes, but she clumsily removed her bra, and I took off my shorts. Sara snuggled into the blanket on the floor as I got comfortable on the couch. She made me tell her everything about Ben until her voice got faint and she stopped responding to my story. I soon drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later I heard rustling. I looked down at Sara, and she was tossing and turning. Her eyes were still closed, but it was clear that she was uncomfortable. Then she rolled over on her back. As I looked at her, her expression changed and she mumbled, "Screw it. I couldn't make it anyway." Then I heard a familiar hissing sound, and I was reminded of the "too drunk to care" comment. She was peeing herself. I wondered, although obviously too late, if it would ruin our carpet, but I was also amazed by how nonchalantly she just sighed and let it go.

"Sara," I said, "you're peeing."

"I know," she said. "I'm sorry. Couldn't hold it and didn't think I could make it to the bathroom. Ohhh." The hissing got louder, and I could see a damp spot forming in the blanket between her legs. "I'll clean it up in the morning."

"Whatever," I said, laughing. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again. I woke later feeling my own need to pee. I would be lying if I didn't tell you that it crossed my mind to be like Sara and just let it go, but I did not want to ruin our couch. The carpet could be easily cleaned, but the couch not so much. I sat up, and as soon as I did I realized the pressure was a lot worse than I thought, and I felt a tiny spurt in my panties. I gasped and stood up. Our bathroom was located on the other end of the apartment, and as soon as I took a step to walk there I felt another spurt. I wasn't going to make it without an accident. My panties were already getting wet from my spurts. I looked around to try to decide what to do. Sara had rolled over on her side and had kicked the blanket off of her. Her dress was up, and she must have taken her panties off or hadn't been wearing them to begin with because her bare ass was on full display. I could see the wet spot on the carpet where she had peed, and the blanket was clearly soaked. That gave me my answer.

I grabbed the blanket and bunched it up. Then without even bothering to remove my panties, which were already wet anyway, I squatted down over the blanket. Within seconds my panties filled with warm pee. I gasped as it poured out of me and dribbled into the blanket. It felt great to have my crotch get wet and warm, and I could not help but rub my pussy against the blanket. Sara moved a little and made a mumbling sound. I stopped rubbing, but I could not stop peeing. I looked at her as she breathed out and then a dribble of pee fell from between her legs, soaking the carpet under her more. She still seemed fast asleep as she was peeing, or maybe she was half asleep. 

My pee was ending, but now I felt very horny. I went back to rubbing my pussy against the wet blanket, and it didn't take long before I was biting my lip to hold back a scream as I climaxed right there on the floor next to my friend who had pissed herself. When I finished, I put the blanket back on the floor next to Sara, slid my wet panties off, tossed them into the laundry basket, crawled back onto the couch, and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning I was woken up by moaning sounds coming Jackie's room again, her and Brandon were clearly enjoying some morning sex. I looked down at Sara. She was laying on her back, still outside of the covers, and both she and the carpet were soaked.

"Hey," I said, "Sara, wake up." She opened her eyes and then blinked a few times. "You pissed yourself last night," I said. She sat up and looked down at herself and at the carpet.

"Well shit," she said. "Yeah, I vaguely remember that." I laughed. "Jeez, how much did I pee?"

"At least twice that I know of," I said.

"Wow, the carpet is soaked, I'm soaked, the blanket is soaked. How the hell?" I held my tongue as she tugged at a corner of the blanket and saw the dark wet stains.

"You were pretty drunk last night," I said. "Too drunk to care." Sara laughed when I said this.

"Well, since the damage is done," she said. I watched as she sat up, bent her knees, and spread her legs.

"Are you seriously just going to sit there and pee?" I asked.

"Might as well," she said. She sighed, and a stream of pee splashed out of her and dribbled loudly into the carpet, adding to the puddle between her legs. "Ohhh, that actually feels really good. Mmmm." She continued peeing, her eyes closing a few times and her mouth opened wide to show her relief.

"You're making me have to go," I said. I sat up and was about to go to the bathroom.

"Well, the floor is already soaked, so," Sara said, "just pee here." I bit my lip as I thought about this. It would be more convenient than walking all the way to the other end of the apartment, and she was right. The damage had been done. And my experience with the blanket the night before had been really hot. 

As Sara's pee was ending, I stood up and walked over to the blanket. I bunched it up again and then started to squat over it. "Ooh, that's a good idea," Sara said. I smiled as I closed my eyes and relaxed. Right away my morning pee sprayed out of me with a loud hiss and soaked into the blanket. I couldn't help but moan as I felt the familiar warmth around my pussy. I sighed and let it all go into the blanket. Sara watched me, smiling the entire time.

When I finished, we both stood up and looked at the damage. There was a really big wet spot on the carpet, and the blanket was soaked. Just then, Jackie's door opened, and she stood there looking at both of us. "I'm not even going to ask," she said. She started to walk down the hall but then paused and looked at us again. Then, unexpectedly, she stepped over to the big stain on the carpet, hiked up her night gown, and peed a thin stream right onto the stain on the carpet. She peed for about thirty seconds, dropped her gown back down, and then walked back to her room. "I'm not cleaning that up," she said, and closed her bedroom door.

Sara and I just looked at each other and then laughed. Then we walked to get stuff to clean up.

I have many more stories that I would be happy to share with you.

Alissa
 

This is the next letter from Elaine. It contains wetting, masturbation, golden showers, and sex.

 

After Anna's incredible show for us, we got dressed and joined the rest of the partiers downstairs. While we did not witness or experience anything as intense as before, we did watch a few other couples having sex. Anna eventually left us to enjoy ourselves. We were relaxing at the bar when Sharon looked at me. "I need to pee," she said. She glanced around, clearly still unsure about peeing in front of strangers. I had to pee, as well, so in hope of emboldening Sharon I parted my legs and sighed as I peed through my skirt and into the cushion of the barstool. It did not absorb but spread between my legs and then dripped down onto the floor. "You're peeing," Sharon said. I just smiled. "Okay, fine. I can't hold it anymore anyway. Ohhh." Sharon breathed out, and I saw the crotch of her shorts glisten as she peed through them. "Ohhh, that's much better." As she peed, she looked around and realized that no one made any comments or seemed to be staring or leering at her. This made her smile.

"See," I said, "no one cares." We took our drinks to an area nearby with two cushioned chairs and a table between them. Two fully naked girls were making out in the corner, and as soon as we sat down I heard one of them squeal as she peed all over the wall while the other girl rubbed her pussy. Then the other girl sighed and pissed down her own legs, soaking the carpet. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see another girl walk up to the table. She was also naked, and she stood next to the table, spread her pussy lips, and pissed all over it. Her pee splashed against the glass top and dripped to the floor. Sharon and I both watched, entranced. Once the girl was finished, she smiled and winked at us and walked away.

Sharon and I talked about what we had witnessed in the upstairs room and why seeing that and what we witnessed in the library had turned us on so much. For me, it was the pure surrender to ecstasy that I saw in both the girl in the library and Anna, to see them be both in control while also losing control. Sharon said it was the forbidden nature of something like that, the raw naughtiness of it, letting two men take you like that. She admitted she could never and asked if I ever would. I shrugged.

As we talked, I had to pee again. I saw a guy looking at me, so I decided to give him a show. I lifted the bottom of my dress and bunched it behind me. Then I spread my legs and relaxed. A steady stream of pee squirted into the chair, and I closed my eyes in relief. Sharon did not see the guy, but she was watching me, smiling. Then she sat up in her seat, slid the crotch of her shorts and panties aside, and peed directly into the seat. "Mmm, I love doing it like this," she said. Puddles formed between both of us as we emptied our bladders right there in our seats.

The night continued on, and we were both getting pretty buzzed and a little tired. Anna had returned and was walking amongst the party guests, even passionately kissing a few of them and at one point stopping to lift her dress and pee all over a couple that was having sex on the floor. She finally reached us. "Ladies, hello. How is your night going?"

"Great," I said, "but I think we're exhausted. Do we have a room?" Anna nodded and then gestured towards someone to our right. My eyes widened when I realized it was the brown haired guy who had watched me soak my seat earlier.

"This is Curtis," Anna said. "He will show you to your room." Curtis smiled. Sharon and I both stood up and followed him up the stairs and to the right. There was a group of three, two guys and a girl, getting hot and heavy at the top of the stairs, and I could not help but picture something similar to what we witnessed before happening with them soon. Curtis led us to a room that had two full beds. Sharon was the first in the room, and she chose the bed on the left as she flopped down onto it. Before I could turn to thank Curtis, he leaned forward and whispered to me.

"Do you want me to return after she's asleep?" I was surprised by this question, but almost immediately I nodded. Curtis left, and I walked to the bed on the right. I really was tired, but I could not deny that the events of the night had left me wanting. Sharon sat up long enough to remove her shorts, shirt, and bra and I pulled off my dress and removed my bra.

"I'm fucking tired," Sharon said as she laid down and pulled the covers over her. The room was dim, and I could see her laying on her back with her right arm draped over her eyes.

"Me too," I said. "Tonight has been… a lot."

"It has," Sharon said, "and I have to pee again." I giggled. "I guess if I just pee here in the bed it's okay." She sighed, and even though I couldn't see it, I could hear her pee dribbling into the bed under the covers. "Ahhh, that feels nice and warm."

I rolled over on my side facing Sharon and watched as her mouth opened in an expression of relief and pleasure. Feeling my own need to pee, I moved my left leg out just enough and let go. I felt the warmth of my pee as it sprayed out of me and into the unprotected mattress, puddling between my legs for a few seconds before absorbing slowly into the mattress. We both finished peeing too quickly, though, and Sharon rolled over on her side to face me. Her eyes were still closed.

"G'night," she said. "Thanks for bringing me here." 

"You're welcome," I said. I looked at her for a few minutes, and after a while I could not keep my eyes open.

I was awoken by the feeling of someone climbing into the other side of the bed. At first it startled me before I recognized in the dim light that it was Curtis. He crawled under the covers and scooted next to me until we were spooning. I could feel that he was already naked because as soon as he scooted close I could feel his penis against my bottom. I had a moment  of self-consciousness because I knew the bed was still wet, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. I reached back to stroke his cock and was again surprised that he had already put a condom on, as well. I stroked it gently and moved my hips so that my ass was pressing against him. Curtis reached with his arm and started rubbing my slit. I couldn't stop a moan from escaping, and I glanced at Sharon who was still asleep.

I moved my body up a little in the bed, turned slightly, and opened my legs as Curtis scooted himself down just enough to slide his penis into my warm, wet slit from behind. We adjusted our bodies until he entered me, and I gasped with pleasure. He wasn't big, but it was enough that he filled me, and I shivered with delight as he moved in and out of me. He reached with his arm and rubbed my slit at the same time and kissed the back of my neck. I moaned again and looked over at Sharon.

Her eyes were open. She was watching us, and I was tempted to stop, but her expression was clearly one of pleasure. I could also see her hands moving under the covers and knew she was touching herself. Curtis's thrusts were getting more vigorous, and I knew he would cum soon. I was close to orgasm, but I didn't know if I would finish with him inside of me. I kept eye contact with Sharon, though, as Curtis started to groan and hump me harder. He stopped rubbing me and was soon grunting as he came. Then he scooted away from me.

"You didn't finish," he said. I rolled over on my back and looked at him.

"It's okay," I said. "That felt nice." I watched him as he slid the condom off and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then he knelt next to me and looked down at me.

"Touch yourself," he said. I was both surprised and turned on by his commanding tone. "Your friend likes to watch," he said, motioning his head to Sharon. I looked over at her, and she was still watching us and still touching herself. I heard her sigh and then heard the unmistakable hiss as she peed in her bed again. "I'm going to piss on you while you touch yourself," he said. "Would you like that?" I nodded, and I could hear Sharon moan in the other bed.

I relaxed on my back and started to rub my slit. Curtis moved closer to me, still on his knees, and held his dick in his hand. My pussy was still wet, so my fingers easily slid in and out and to my clit. I stared at Curtis's penis as he sighed and a warm stream of pee sprayed from his dick and splashed onto my tummy. I gasped with surprise, but my gasps turned to moans as he directed his stream to my pussy. I felt the warmth of it splash against my clit, and I rubbed harder and faster. "Oh my god," I said. "Ohhhh, that feels so good." His stream continued and I could feel my climax building. I heard Sharon whine, and I looked over and saw that she was rubbing herself faster, as well. As Curtis's stream started to wane, I finally cried out as I climaxed. As soon as I did, I squirted and could feel my own pee splash my crotch and my thighs. I heard hissing in the other bed and knew Sharon had squirted, as well. "Thank you," I said, smiling at Curtis.

"You're welcome." He smiled, and then he walked out of the room.

"I'll sleep good now," Sharon said. "And obviously so will you." I laughed

And that was pretty much the end of the party. The only other thing of note was when we woke up the next morning Sharon stood up from her bed. "I've been wanting to do this forever," she said. I wasn't sure what she meant until she opened the drawer to the nightstand next to the beds. Then she closed her eyes and soon a strong stream of pee sprayed out of her and into the drawer. I couldn't tell what was in the drawer because it was still dim in the room, but it was too late to care now. 

I sat up in the bed and realized that while the sheets and mattress were soaked, the covers were still mostly dry. I stood up just long enough to place the covers over the bed. Then I crawled back onto the bed and lay on my back. Sharon had finally stopped peeing into the drawer and was watching me. I brought my knees up and then reached down to spread my pussy lips. I sighed and relaxed. Right away a strong stream of pee shot up and splashed back down onto the bed. I deliberately rubbed my pussy lips so that the stream splashed messily, wetting my legs and the covers under me. I gasped as I just kept peeing like this, making a mess all over myself and the bed. It also felt great to rub myself and pee at the same time.

Sharon must have had to pee again because she climbed up onto her bed and sat with her back against the headboard and her legs spread wide. I continued to pee and rub myself, feeling like I might orgasm soon, just as Sharon closed her eyes and sprayed her own pee all over her covers. I watched her start to rub herself, as well, still peeing and soaking her bed. We both started to pant and whine until we finally screamed as we climaxed, both of us clearly affected by everything we had seen and done.

We were sad to go, but the party was mostly over, and most of the guests were hungover or asleep or both. We found Anna relaxing on a chaise lounger in her front room. As we said bye to her, she stretched and then started to pee through her gown and into the chaise. She invited us to come back any time. Sharon and I both agreed that we would be happy to return.
 

That's it for the party. I may return soon with more stories from the library or of my own private at-home wettings.

Elaine

This is the next letter by Elaine. It contains wetting, masturbation, explicit sex, and golden showers.

 

What happened next was like something out of a dream. Anna snapped her fingers loudly, and as she did, a door on the side of the room opened and two men entered, both of them very naked. Anna pointed to the one on her left, a blonde with tight muscles. "This is Donovan." Then to the one on her right, a brunette who was a little less muscular but still attractive, "And this is Jack." They approached her, and she reached out to grab each man's penis. She rubbed, first gently and then with a little more enthusiasm as the two men started kissing her naked body.

"I read your letter about what you witnessed in the library," Anna said. "I know what you'd like to see." She smiled, and I felt Sharon move closer to me, the bare skin of her leg touching my arm. Anna turned and started kissing Donovan as he reached down and started to rub her vagina while Jack kissed her breasts and caressed her ass. Anna backed up slowly, and the men stopped kissing her as she led them by their cocks to the bed. She turned and yanked the covers off to reveal a matching set of sheets. The two men helped her climb onto the bed. She turned around until she was facing us and then knelt with her bare bottom hovering over the bed. "Let's get this bed ready, shall we?" She sighed and a heavy flow of pee sprayed out of her and splashed onto the bed, darkening the sheets. The two men climbed onto the bed next to her, one on each side, and both held their cocks over her. Soon, they were peeing, as well, spraying their stream all over her naked body. The bed was getting soaked, and soon their flows ended, almost in unison.

I felt Sharon move next to me, and I looked to see a trickle of pee flow down her legs. She was also touching herself and moving even closer to me. I reached my arm around the back of her thighs and pulled her closer as we watched in disbelief and excitement.

Donovan reached to the small bedside table and took something from the drawer. I knew what it was as soon as I saw it, and I had a feeling Sharon did, as well: lube. Jack moved closer to the head of the bed as Anna moved towards the foot of the bed. Then she turned her back to the foot of the bed and knelt onto her hands and knees. She started sucking Jack's cock, both rubbing it with her hands and moving her mouth up and down on it. Then she took her hands away but continued to deep throat his cock as she reached back to finger herself. Donovan walked around the bed to get behind her. As he did this, Anna stopped sucking and crawled on top of Jack. She grabbed his penis and moved her hips until her wet slit was over it. Then she moaned as he entered her. She moved her hips and ass up and down, both of them vocalizing their pleasure. Then she lowered herself down onto him completely and wriggled her hips. During this, Donovan was caressing her back and kissing her neck.

As I watched this, I felt the need to pee again. I sat up and placed my knees in the seat. Kneeling over the plush material,  I relaxed as I sprayed warm pee into the seat. Some of it sprayed over the cushion and to the floor. I heard Sharon make a whining sound, and I looked at her. Her face was red, and she was still rubbing herself. "I don't know… how much more of this… I can take," she said. "I've cum like three times just watching them. Mmm." She squealed again, and I saw another squirt wet her fingers and her naked thighs. I smiled and turned my gaze back to the bed.

Anna had lifted herself up just enough to have her ass on display for Donovan, who was now rubbing some of the lube onto her ass and his cock. While Anna still moved slowly up and down on Jack's cock, we watched as Donovan eased first his thumb and then a finger, as well, into her asshole. Anna moaned. 

By now, I was touching myself almost automatically, and I was surprised to find myself feeling envious of Anna. I adjusted myself in the chair so I could reach my other hand around to my ass. I was able to ease the tip of my own thumb into my asshole, and I gasped at the feeling of it. It both hurt and felt good. I tried to relax and was able to ease it in further. It was tricky, but soon I was fingering my clit and caressing my butthole with my thumb at the same time.

On the bed, Donovan was finally moving close to Anna's ass with his cock. He took his dick in his hands and placed the head of it over her asshole. Then, in a slow, sensual motion he eased it into her. Anna responded by tilting her body back onto his cock, crying out in pleasure. "Ohhhh… oh my god that feels so good. Ohhh." She rocked her body back and forth as they both fucked her, moving their cocks in and out of her, moaning and grunting.

Sharon was rubbing herself more furiously now and stepping even closer to the bed. I stayed on the chair, still rubbing my clit and my asshole, feeling close to climax. Anna's moans were near screams now as their movements increased in intensity. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. Oh shit!" She raised up off of Jack's cock just as Donovan pulled out of her and then screamed as she squirted a strong jet that sprayed all over the headboard and all over Jack, who had now started stroking his cock. Donovan was also stroking himself. I could tell they were both close to cumming, as well.

Sharon also screamed, and I watched as she squirted, as well, soaking all three of them. "Ohhhh fuck! Aaaaaah!" Both men grunted as they ejaculated, Jack's sperm shooting up onto Anna's stomach and all the way to her breasts and Donovan's sperm all over her lower back and ass. I knew I would be next as I screamed and bucked my hips. A strong squirt sprayed out of me and struck Donovan as well as the foot of the bed. Seconds later, we were all panting and trying to catch our breath. Then Jack and Donovan got up and left as quickly as they had come. Anna lay on the soaked bed, smiling at us.

"Mmm, ladies," she said. "Thank you. You made that experience even more special. I am very glad you came." She giggled at her play on words. "And I'm even more glad that the party is still not over." She grinned, and Sharon and I both exchanged glances. We were both smiling.
 

More to come.

 

Elaine

 

 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

So the story continues. If you remember from last time, Sharon and I were on our way to the party when we got stuck in traffic and ended up having to pee in my car.

In total we were stuck in traffic for an hour, finally moving slowly but surely, until it eventually cleared up and we were able to go the speed limit again. Once we were moving, Sharon surprised me by sliding her shorts and panties down her legs and sitting her bare bottom on the already wet seat. "Might as well," she said. Then she sighed and dribbled warm pee into the seat, giggling as it hissed and splashed into the seat and all over her thighs. She relaxed into her seat, clearly enjoying the soothing warmth as her pee seeped into the material between her legs.

I felt my own need to pee, as well, but I was driving and did not think I could successfully adjust my clothes again. I knew the bottom of my dress had already gotten damp from my wet seat because I had peed so much, even though I had tried to keep it out of the way. So while I was driving I just relaxed and peed through my dress and into the already soaked car seat, sighing as I completely emptied my bladder. Sharon watched me and stopped peeing to pull her panties and shorts back up. Then she sighed again, and I could see the crotch of her black shorts glistening with her pee.

For the rest of our trip, we did not stop anywhere. Sharon peed through her shorts a few more times, and I managed one more considerable pee through my dress. We finally followed the directions we were given out a back road through the country where we wondered if we were lost. There were no houses, just trees and some farm land. We finally reached the destination and drove down a long driveway until we could see a three story white house with a wide porch. There were at least twenty cars parked in front of the house and yet still plenty of room for us to park.

Our first experience of what to expect from this party came as soon as we parked our car. A couple was making out on the hood of the car next to us, the girl sitting on the hood, her skirt lifted to show her bare pussy, and the guy between her legs. They barely noticed us as the guy unzipped his fly, took out his penis, and slid it into the girl. She moaned with pleasure. Sharon and I just looked at each other as we walked to the house. 

We were greeted at the door by a very attractive older man who smiled, nodded, and held the door open for us. Once we were inside, I was almost overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of what was clearly a sex party. Sure, some of it seemed normal, people standing or sitting around, enjoying refreshments and snacks. The room was fully carpeted, and every chair was soft or plushy, and there were all sort of people relaxing, reclining, and in various stages of affection, from soft kissing to full intercourse. There was a bar and a huge table with all sorts of foods. As we looked closer, though, we saw a completely naked woman reclined on that same table. She had pineapple rings on her breasts and a variety of other foods in strategic places on her body. As we watched, a man leaned down and licked whip cream from her pussy. The girl moaned but tried to stay still to keep from dropping any of the other food on her body. What also wasn't "normal" were the people all over the room either making out, unashamedly masturbating, or fully copulating right there in front of everyone.

As we walked through the crowd, I heard someone sigh and turned to see a woman knelt over with her knees slightly bent and her ass sticking out. She was peeing a strong stream that sprayed out behind her. One of the men sitting nearby stood up, took a condom from his pocket, unzipped his pants, whipped out his dick, and slid the condom over it. He walked to the girl and rubbed his penis along her slit, letting the last drops of her pee soak his cock and his clothes, not seeming to care, and then moved forward just enough to thrust his cock into her. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. 

"Oh my god," Sharon said. "This place is unbelievable." I looked at her and tried to read her expression. She looked excited but also a little nervous. "I don't know if I can do this," she said. "I kind of feel like I'm cheating on my husband just by being here." I put my hand on my shoulder. 

"We can leave if you want," I said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Does your husband watch porn?"

"Yes," Sharon said. "Sometimes we watch it together."

"So seeing this stuff doesn't make you a cheater," I said. "It's just like a live porn. You set your boundaries. If you don't want to have sex with anyone, make that clear. Okay?"

Sharon seemed to relax. "Okay," she said. "But I have to pee. I don't know if I can do it in front of all these strangers."

"Let's see if we can find a private place," I said.

We walked further into the house and came to a set of stairs that led to the second floor. My assumption was that there would be bedrooms or maybe even a bathroom up there. We passed two fully naked women on the way up, one laying on her back with her legs spread and the other knelt between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy. At the top of the stairs a man had his dick out and started peeing down the steps, probably in an attempt to piss all over the two girls. I couldn't help but watch as his stream reached them, and they did not even stop their cunnulingus. Once at the top, we turned to the left and stopped at a door. I opened it, and inside was a very obvious threesome going on. Two women were on the bed in a modified 69 position, and a man was thrusting his penis inside the woman on the bottom while the woman on top licked her clit. I shut the door.

"Not that one," I said. Sharon smirked, but she still looked flush and nervous.

"Ladies," we heard someone say to our left. We turned and there stood our party host. I won't describe her to you to protect her privacy, but for the purpose of story we will call her Anna. Anna was stunning in a fancy black dress that hugged her curvy figure, especially her breasts and hips. "I'm so glad you could come." She paused and looked at Sharon. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"This is all so… much," Sharon said.

"My friend is feeling a little overwhelmed and concerned," I said.

"How so?" Anna asked. Something in her expression seemed to relax Sharon. I could see it, a look of genuine concern.

"Well," Sharon said, "I'm happily married and faithful to my husband, but I agreed to come to this party because I enjoy peeing, especially with Elaine. But I didn't expect all the sex. I already feel guilty because my husband doesn't know about the pee stuff."

"I see," Anna said. "Well, no one here wants to force you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a place of pleasure and even joy. I don't even allow s&m at these parties because, although pleasure can certainly be derived from such a practice, it flirts with abuse and control, and that's not what we're about here. Everyone is in control of what happens or what doesn't happen to them while they are here. Some of the people at this party will never have intercourse or sex of any kind. They just come for the show or for companionship or to enjoy the freedom to pee whenever and wherever they want. Does that ease your mind?"

"A little," Sharon said.

"If you communicate clearly what you want and what you don't want, my guests will listen," Anna said. "You have my word."

"Okay," Sharon said.

"We were looking for a private place for Sharon to pee," I said. "She doesn't know if she can do it in front of all these people."

"Oh, certainly," Anna said. "Follow me." She led us down the hall, which turned slightly to the right. Just around the bend was a brown-skinned girl squatting over a man with dark hair. They were both naked, and just as we walked by the girl started peeing all over the man's stomach and chest. We passed them and finally came to a door on the left. Anna opened it, and we entered what was clearly a bedroom. It had a king size bed with a gorgeously carved headboard, a thick blanket with floral patterns and big, fluffy pillows. "This," Anna said, "is my guest bedroom, used only by special guests. Tonight, those guests can be you, if you wish." I looked at Sharon, and she was grinning.

"All I know is I really have to pee," Sharon said.

"Then pee," Anna said. She gestured around the room with her arm.

"But… it's all so nice," Sharon said. 

"Sweetie," Anna said, "everything here is either washable or replaceable. And I have the money and resources for both. You are free to pee yourself anywhere in this entire house, and that includes this nice room."

"I'm so happy to hear you say that because I can't hold it anymore," Sharon said. She pulled down her shorts and panties and stood close to the bed. Then she sighed and a messy stream of pee sprayed from between her legs and splashed against the corner of the bed, creating dark spots on the cover. "Ohhhh my god I had to pee so bad," Sharon said. Her stream showed no signs of slowing as she stepped even closer to the bed, grinning as her pee poured out of her and made quite a mess on the blanket.

"How about you?" Anna asked, looking at me. "You must have to go, as well." I did have to go, so I stepped over to a plush and fancy looking dark blue chair in the corner of the room. "Ooh, good choice," Anna said. I turned my back to the chair and saw that Sharon was watching me, as well, and was still dribbling pee onto the bed. Caught up in the moment and perhaps motivated by the freedom of this place, one at a time I slid my arms through the straps of my dress and then slid the dress off. Then I reached back and unsnapped my strapless bra and let it drop to the floor. "You have an amazing body," Anna said. "Both of you are beautiful." I blushed as I sat my naked bottom onto the plush chair and then spread my legs open so they could both see my pussy. I relaxed and sighed as my warm pee dribbled out of me and soaked into the chair. I gasped as the puddle formed between my legs and I could feel it warming my pussy and my bottom. I moaned as it seeped into the plush material beneath me.

As Sharon watched me, she stepped out of her shorts and panties. I was surprised when she also removed her tank top and her sports bra. Then she walked over to me, stood next to the chair, and put her hand on my thigh. This sent chills all through me, and I could not keep from gasping. Anna watched us, looking curious. 

"You two have history," she said. "Chemistry… feelings you haven't embraced yet." I was still peeing as Anna walked to us. "You want to touch her, but you're afraid of what that means for your relationship." Anna looked at Sharon. "What is she to you?" Anna asked.

"She's my best friend," Sharon said.

"Then give your best friend pleasure," Anna said. My pee was easing to a dribble, and I was panting with the pleasure of all that I was experiencing. "She wants you to," Anna said. Sharon looked at me. I nodded. Then Sharon moved her hand up my thigh and touched my labia. I gasped and flinched but did not make any effort to stop her. She rubbed up until she was caressing my clit.

"Can I touch you?" I asked Sharon. She nodded, so I reached my hand to her already soaking wet slit and started rubbing. It only took a few strokes before we were both crying out as I bucked my hips and climaxed and Sharon's knees buckled so that she had to support herself on the arm of the chair. I could feel soft squirts warm my bottom and spray Sharon's finger, and for a brief second I was worried she would take her hand away, but she continued rubbing until I was finished. And as she climaxed, I could feel my own fingers become damp, as well. We smiled at each other, still panting.

"That… was incredible," I said. Sharon nodded.

"And the night has only just begun," Anna said as she removed her dress.

To be continued.

Elaine
 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I know that many of you have been waiting patiently for my next letter. I have been overwhelmed, but in a good way, by all the messages from other readers and some who have submitted their own letters and expressed how much they admire my letters. This really excites me because I have been reading these letters for years and am a big fan of many of you who have written to me. So many great stories of naughty pissing. 

Well, my next story is long, so I may need to break it down into a few letters. In fact, the fun began even before the party. After receiving directions from the party host, I realized it would be a four hour drive just to get to the house. I agreed to drive since my car was smaller and gets better gas mileage than her family-sized SUV. We had both requested to not work Friday and Saturday. The library was closed on Sundays, so if for some reason this took up our entire weekend we would not have to worry. And, as I stated in my last letter, Sharon had told her husband and sons that she would be gone for the weekend.

We were standing in my living room with our bags and purses ready to go. It was a hot day, and we were dressed for it. Sharon was wearing a pair of tight black shorts, a tank top with a sports bra underneath, and flip-flops. Rather than my usual black skirt I was wearing a flowery summer dress that had spaghetti straps and reached to my feet, a strapless bra, and brown sandals. Before we left, Sharon said, "Wait, we should pee before we go." I smiled and agreed. Sharon tugged her shorts and panties down and sat her bare bottom on my couch. She sighed, and although I couldn't see it, I could hear her pee hissing into the cushion. A look of relief passed over her face.

I wanted to try out my new dress and see how effectively I could pee in it without being noticed. I stood with my legs just slightly apart and let go. As usual, I was not wearing panties, so my warm pee sprayed my inner thighs and dribbled quietly down my legs. I felt it flow down and drip from my calves and ankles, over my sandals, and to the carpet. I didn't need to pee much, so as soon as I finished I turned around to let Sharon look at my ass. "Nothing," she said. So other than the steady trickle of pee flowing over my feet and the puddle in the floor there were no signs that I had peed at all. This made me love the dress even more.

We finally got on the road, and just over an hour into our drive we saw traffic ahead of us. Cars were clearly stopped on the highway. "Shit," I said. We could see the long line of vehicles and brake lights that stretched at least a mile or two up the road. We reached the back of the line of traffic and had to stop. I grabbed my phone and sent a message to our party host. We sat for a few minutes, traffic still not moving, when my phone vibrated. It was our party host: Oh no! Be safe, take your time, we'll be here all night long!

"Well this just fucking sucks," Sharon said. We still had not moved.

"I know," I said, "and I have to pee, too." Sharon laughed. 

"You shouldn't have downed that giant bottle of water." She pointed to the big bottle in my cup holder.

"I know." I felt a wave of pressure, and I sat up tall in my seat and tried to squeeze my legs together. I looked ahead and realized there were no nearby exits and nowhere to turn off the highway. If I couldn't hold it, my only options were to pull off the side of the road to pee or end up peeing in my car. Even though my naughty peeing had led to me wetting my furniture, my bed, and my floors, I had not even considered that my car might one day become part of my wetting adventures. The seats were cloth and not waterproof, as far as I knew, so if this happened they would most certainly become soaked and never be the same again.

Another wave of pressure hit, and I hissed as I continued to try to hold it. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, though. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it," I said. Sharon looked at me.

"Well… what are you going to do?" she asked. I thought for a moment until another wave of pressure let me know that very soon I would be out of options.

"I really think… ooh, shit… I really think I'm going to end up soaking my car seat." Sharon grinned.

"Hey, it's your car," she said.

"I'm sorry, Sharon, but I can't hold it, and I really don't want to try to maneuver out of this traffic just to pull off to pee." I lifted my bottom and moved my dress out from under me. I felt a small spurt escape as I did this. "Oh! Shit!" I gasped, and as soon as my bottom touched the seat I was peeing full force. It splashed out from. between my legs and created a puddle at my crotch before slowly absorbing into the seat. "Ohhhh. Oh my god, that feels so much better. Ohhhhh." I continued to pee, feeling the warmth soak into the seat under my bottom. "Ohh, my seat is ruined, but I don't care."

Sharon watched me, her eyes wide and clearly captivated by what I was doing. "That looks so hot," she said. "I want to do it, too." Without even waiting for a response from me, Sharon sat back in her seat and relaxed. I was still enjoying the warm dribble of my pee when I heard Sharon sigh and saw the crotch of her black shorts glisten with wetness. "Ohhh, wow, you weren't kidding." Her pee seeped through the crotch of her shorts and soaked into the seat. "Mmmm, that's nice. This is almost better than pissing on the couch." I laughed.

"It's kind of naughtier though," I said, "because there are cars of people all around us, and they have no idea what we're doing."

"Ohhh, shit, you're right," Sharon said. She was still peeing, and as my pee was becoming just a trickle I glanced at her as she reached down and pulled the crotch of her shorts and panties aside and peed directly into the seat. It made a splashing sound as it dribbled into the puddle at her crotch. "Mmmm… or maybe some of them are doing the same thing, peeing in their cars? I don't see anyone pulled over the side of the road." She was right, and I felt a wave of pleasure at the thought of other people, both men and women, finding creative ways to piss in their own cars. Men whipping out their dicks to spray pee onto the floor, women pulling their panties down to spray pee on the floor, as well, or both soaking their pants and seats. Would they be enjoying it as much as us or would they be embarrassed and upset? My mind was racing with the possibilities.

More to come, I promise.

Elaine
 

On 8/5/2020 at 1:56 PM, Lutab said:

Very hot. I hope they try peeing over the books up there too next time 🙂

Wish granted @Lutab. 

This is the next letter from Elaine. It contains desperation, peeing, wetting, pee vandalism, and sex.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I had hoped to have more stories to share with you, and of course I do. First I want to share that I replied to that party invitation, and Sharon and I will be guests at this woman's party next Friday (unless I chicken out; it's an overnight kind of thing, and I'm having butterflies about spending the night in a strange house with people I don't know). Sharon, however, has already informed her husband and sons that she will be away that weekend. So if I don't back out, I am certain that will be a story for another letter.

The first thing to share with you is what happened with Sharon. The other morning my phone rang, waking me up. It was my day off, as well as Sharon's, so I had not set an alarm. And of course it was Sharon, who was always up early to see her husband off to work. You have to understand that other than her wet adventures with me and our few very intimate moments together, Sharon is an excellent wife and mother. It's not an act how she feels about her family, but at times she has to let loose and privately express herself in more naughty ways or those temptations might burst forth amongst her husband and sons, and she was certain that would be the end. She loved her husband, but he was not adventurous and would not approve.

"Hey there," I say when I answer the phone.

"So I'm sitting  in my bed alone," she said. Her husband and one of her sons had left for work, and the other son was out with friends. "And I'm seriously considering something… and I don't know if I want you to talk me out of it or into it," she said.

"Okay?" I said, confused.

"I really have to pee," Sharon said, "and I don't feel like getting up, and I can't stop thinking about how great it felt to just relax and pee in your bed, but if I piss the bed I might ruin it because I don't have a mattress protector or anything on it." I paused for a moment, thinking and imagining Sharon in her bed, snuggled comfortably beneath her covers, waiting and holding her morning pee. I felt my own need, as well, and thought about just letting it go, but I held on.

"You could go get some towels and put them under you," I said, "or something that could absorb your pee."

"That's just it," Sharon said. "I don't want to get up. If I get up," Sharon said, "I'll lose my nerve and end up peeing somewhere else anyway. Dammit." She hissed, and I knew that sound. She was getting desperate. "I really want to just let it go in the bed," Sharon said, "but I'll have to clean it up when I'm done, and what if it stains the mattress. Shit." She hissed again. 

"Well," I said, "what do you want most right now? To worry about a mess or to just relax and enjoy yourself?"

"I really just," she said, then gasped, "ooh…  want to enjoy myself."

"Then do it," I said. "Wet your bed."

She gasped again. "Will you do it with me?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I adjusted my body so that I was a little more relaxed on my back. I kept my legs together, though, and still held my pee in until Sharon was ready.

"Oh god, I can't hold it anymore," Sharon said. "I can't believe I'm about to piss my bed. Oh, here it comes. Ohhhhh." I could just barely hear a hissing sound and knew she was peeing, so I relaxed and let go, as well. My warm pee sprayed out of me, splashing all over my crotch and inner thighs. I moaned, and Sharon gasped. "Ohhhh my god this feels so good," she said. "Ohh, it's soaking through the sheets, but I don't care. It's so worth it. Ohhhh my god." I felt my own flow of pee absorbing into the sheets and mattress below me, warming my bottom with delicious wetness. "Mmm, I have to touch myself," Sharon said. I smiled as I also started rubbing my slit while still dribbling pee. I gasped and Sharon started to pant. "Fuck! Oh my god, I'm still peeing and rubbing myself. Ohhh, it's making a mess, but I don't care. Oh! I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" As she screamed I climaxed, as well, bucking my hips and echoing her cries. When we finished, Sharon giggled. "That felt so good," she said. "Well, guess I'll get off here and clean this up before it sets in. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said. "Call me later." She promised she would, and we hung up.

Sharon did call me later, about an hour or so, and told me she managed to strip the sheets and blankets from her bed and then clean the wet spot with vinegar and baking soda and some damp cloths. She said if her husband noticed anything she would say she spilled her drink. "Luckily it was all on my side," she said. "And guess what," she said. Then she told me how she had needed to pee again later while doing laundry and had tossed a load of clothes, including the soiled sheets, into the washer. Sharon said she turned her back to the washer and was able to hoist herself up until her bottom was sticking out and over the opening at the top of her washer. Without even bothering to remove her nightgown she said she just relaxed and peed right through it and into the washing machine, hearing it hiss as it sprayed out of her and enjoying the warmth of it as it soaked through her gown and dripped onto the clothes below. I told her she had one on me now because I had never even considered pissing into my washer, but now I would have to try sometime.

The next story is from a few days later while we were both working. We had some free time and decided to walk up to the fourth floor. It's more like we were drawn to it, like there was no hesitation as soon as we had the option to go anywhere in the building; we both knew it would be the fourth floor. We weren't expecting to see anything even close to what we witnessed before, but we now acknowledged that this floor was special for both of us. It also obviously provided the most privacy of all the areas of the library except maybe the secret lounge.

We walked along the back end of the fourth floor, not passing or seeing anyone else. Sharon giggled as we approached the rows of shelves. "Let's go look," Sharon said, and we both walked over to the back corner where we had watched two couples have very hot sex and even one girl get dp-ed. The two girls had also pissed on the carpet and Sharon and I had both soaked the floor in our hiding spot nearby. Sharon led me right to the corner, and I could see it perfectly in my head as if it was happening right now. We looked down and could see a faint stain on the carpet where both girls had pees.

Sharon stepped around to the other aisle, and I thought at first that she was going to pee in the same spot where the girls had peed, but instead she walked down the aisle of books. I followed her. She smiled at me, and her grin was wicked.

"What are you thinking?" I asked. She answered me by lifting the front of her skirt, exposing her bare pussy, and walking closer to the shelf of books to the right.

"I've wanted to do this since we started pissing in this place." I watched, smiling as she sighed and a messy stream off pee squirted out of her and sprayed the books on the next shelf up from the bottom and dripped down onto the bottom shelf. "Oh, this is so naughty," Sharon said. I knew what she meant. We were both book lovers, and even though most of these books were useless and outdated this still seemed wrong… which is also why it was hot.

I turned around until I was facing the other shelf of books to the left, lifted my skirt, and well, until soon a thin stream of pee shot out of me and splashed against the books in front of me. I laughed as I wriggled my hips from side to side, spraying even more of the books, watching it splash and drip down over the books on the two bottom shelves and to the floor.

Next to me, Sharon sank into a squat and cut off her pee stream. She reached on the shelf and slid one of the books titled COMPUTERS AND YOU with pictures of old IBM computers on the cover. I looked on wide-eyed even as I continued to soak the books on the shelves in front of me. Sharon held the book open with her left hand and then scooted forward until her pussy was hovered next to the book. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said. Seconds later, her pee started again and sprayed all over the book. She flipped pages, letting her warm pee saturate page after page. Some of her pee also dribbled to the carpet, but the book was getting a good soaking. She finally stopped peeing, and I turned back to my own mess. The two shelves right in front of me were soaked and dripping with pee, and there were spots on the carpet, as well, where my pee had splashed and dripped.

"That was fucking great," I said. Sharon agreed and laughed her naughty laugh.

On our lunch break later, we decided to take our lunches to the "secret" lounge. Sharon, of course, sat on the sofa, and I sat on the cushioned chair across the table from her. As we ate, Sharon asked a pretty major question. 

"So why are you single?" She looked at me, and from anyone else the question might have offended me.

"It's a choice," I said. "My last relationship ended really badly. He was manipulative and abusive, and I really lost myself in all of that. I'm scared that if I jump into another relationship I will continue to lose control of who I am. I'm still not sure who that is, and before I settle down with anyone else I want to find out."

"That's fair," Sharon said.

"Besides," I said, "what are my chances of finding someone who will let me do this?" I sat up in the cushioned chair, moved my skirt out of the way, and sighed as I emptied my bladder. "Ahhh, yeah, that's nice."

Sharon laughed. "That's what best friends are for. Mmmm." Sharon didn't move, but I heard the hiss of her pee as she just sat there and peed through her black skirt into the couch cushion. "Ohhh, fuck, that never gets old. Mmm." Both of our pees were over quickly, though, but we made no effort to get up from our wet seats. "So what about sex?" Sharon asked. 

"What about it?" I asked.

"I mean… have you had sex since your last relationship ship?" Sharon asked.

"Yes," I said. "Three times, actually?"

"Really?" Sharon asked. "With the same guy?"

"No," I said. "That would feel too much like being in a relationship."

"So three guys?" Sharon asked.

"Two," I said. I could not keep from blushing.

"But you said," Sharon said, and then her eyes widened. "Oh, of course." She laughed like she should have guessed. "So two guys and one woman." I nodded. "Will you tell me about them?" Sharon asked. I bit my lip. I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but Sharon and I had already shared so much.

"I guess," I said. "The first guy I met at a bar I was at when I was visiting my sister back home. We'd actually known each other before when I lived there, the guy I mean. He sat with us, and he kept looking at me and smiling. He was charming, he bought me a few drinks, and soon we were sitting at the bar alone, talking. My sister and her date were about to leave, but I didn't want to go yet. The guy said he could escort me to get an Uber or a cab, and I convinced my sister that I would be okay. Well, I ended up dragging this guy into the Uber with me, and we rode it to the nearby park." I heard another hissing sound and knew Sharon was peeing into the couch again. "The driver agreed to wait, and I led the guy up to my favorite place that overlooks the lake, and there is a shelter. None of this scared me because I felt in control. I was leading him, and he was following and not trying to control or manipulate. And then I sat down on a picnic table, pulled him to me, and I let him fuck me."

"Wow," Sharon said.

"When we finished, we came to an understanding that it was wonderful but that I wasn't interested in a relationship. He knew about my abusive ex, so he was respectful. He even paid for my part of the Uber ride after it dropped me off." I needed to pee again, so I parted my legs and let it dribble through my skirt into the seat cushion.

"What about the woman?" Sharon asked. I hesitated because I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell this one, but Sharon's genuine expression moved me.

"That one was complicated. She was a friend, as well, and she had just broken up with her long term boyfriend. She called me in tears, and I invited her over for ice cream. So cliche, I know. She came over, and we ate ice cream, she cried, I listened and comforted her, and then she asked if she could stay the night. I said yes, made her a comfortable spot on the futon in my back room. Sometime later she came into my room, crying again, wanting to know if she could sleep with me, that she hadn't slept alone in over a year. I should have listened to my instinct and either politely decline or maybe just agree to stay up with her and keep her company until she fell asleep or something." I paused and let a little more pee dribble out and soak through my skirt again. "But I was half asleep, and she looked so cute in her nightgown. So I let her into my bed, and a few minutes later she started kissing the back of my neck. I didn't protest even after she reached around and cupped one of my breasts and started rubbing. I rolled over and faced her, and we both leaned in and started kissing. Everything else happened really fast. Soon her panties were off, then mine, and then our bodies were close together, our legs and pussies rubbing against each other." I paused again, but it was because I was hesitating, still feel uncomfortable with this story.

"That doesn't sound so complicated," Sharon said.

"Well," I continued, "there's more. We kept rubbing until she started to orgasm, and then the feel and sound of her climax made me start to cum and… I squirted…."

"Oh," Sharon said.

"Like… a lot," I continued. "I could feel it, so I knew she could, too. She moved away from me and had this look on her face. I knew that look, like a mix of surprise and disgust. And then she looked hurt, got out of my bed, and then I heard the front door close and her car start and drive away. I sat there alone, feeling guilty and confused. I tried texting her several times the next day, but no reply. By the end of the day I gave up, and we haven't talked since."

"What a bitch," Sharon said. She sat up and opened her legs. I could see her naked pussy beneath her skirt and watched as a shiny dribble of pee trickled out and soaked through her skirt again. Sharon caught me looking and just grinned.

"So what about the other guy?" she asked.

"Not much to tell there, other than maybe he's one of my few regrets. I met him at a party, we danced, I took him to a secluded area of the house where the party was, and we fucked standing up in a hallway."

"Mmm, I love having sex standing up," Sharon said. I smiled. "Thanks for telling me all this," she said. I nodded. Sharon stood up, walked to me, and kissed me on the top of my head. I smiled. "Time to get back to work," she said. Before standing up, though, I parted my legs and emptied my bladder into the seat cushion once more, sighing to show my relief. Sharon giggled. When I finished, I stood up, feeling drops of pee between my thighs as we walked out of the lounge.

That's all to share for now. I hope to have much to tell after the party.

Elaine
 

 

This is the next letter from Elaine. This letter contains naughty peeing, deliberate wetting, masturbation, and sex.

 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's me again, your favorite naughty librarian. I continue to receive really sweet messages from other members, including some invitations should I ever choose to share my wetting experiences with anyone other than my friend and coworker Sharon. I even received a message from a very sweet lady who said she hosts parties at which the restrooms are closed to anything other than number two and party members are encouraged to be creative and adventurous with where and how they choose to wet. I will admit I am intrigued by the idea, and perhaps if I ever have the courage.

On another note, Sharon and I became even more creative and adventurous with our wettings at the library. We also became even closer as friends after witnessing something very unexpected. 

We were emboldened by a few students who also took advantage of secluded corners and empty cubicles or study nooks. 

We spotted a girl sitting alone in one of the study cubicles, and from our hiding spot we watched her as she looked around, not seeing us or anyone else, then she scooted forward in her seat, hiked up her skirt, and seemed to be pulling her panties aside. A few seconds later we could clearly see a stream of pee spraying from between her legs and onto the carpet. When she finished, she just moved her skirt back and continued studying. Sharon and I went back to reshelving books until the girl left. Then we looked around the floor and in all the study cubicles to make sure no one else was around.

"Let me go first," I said. "I've been holding it all morning." Sharon laughed as I slid into the seat where the girl had been and scooted to the edge of it. I pulled my skirt up just enough to keep it clear of the stream, and since I was not wearing panties when I relaxed my pee dribbled out of me and splashed onto the carpet, adding to the stain made by the girl. I was still peeing steadily when Sharon stepped to the side of the cubicle.

"I've got to go, too," she said. I thought maybe she was going to hike her skirt up and squat over the carpet, but I remembered she had worn her black skirt, and I smiled as I knew what she was going to do. She kicked her sandals off and stood with her back to the wall. Then she sighed, and I could hear her pee hissing as it sprayed down her inner thigh and dribbled down her bare legs. "Oh, wow, that really does feel good without panties," she said. I laughed as I watched her pee full force, letting it spray harder, and I could see a slight glistening in the front of her skirt. "Ohhh, man." My own pee flow was waning, and since my skirt was black, as well, I decided to be a little more adventurous. I scooted back and relaxed in the seat, then I exhaled and emptied my bladder through my skirt into the seat cushion. 

A little later, I was working in Archives when I received a text from Sharon. "Just caught a guy pissing in the stairwell. You should have seen the look on his face. I scolded him and sent him out (not that I wanted to, he had a nice dick)." I replied with an lol. As I stood there sliding files into the appropriate boxes, I felt my own need to pee. I had been holding it for a while. Archives was one of the few places besides the front lobby and the employee lounge that was frequented by other library staff, so I didn't really want to leave a wet spot on the carpet. However, there was a small area around the corner near the back door emergency exit that hardly anyone used since it was for emergencies only. As the pressure in my bladder grew, I decided this was an emergency of a different sort.

I looked towards the archives entrance to make sure no one was coming and walked around the corner towards the back door. The floor changes to concrete, and even though I had done a lot of naughty things recently, I was still a little concerned about leaving a puddle behind as proof. However, as I looked around the space near the back door I noticed there was a slight gap between the flooring and the wall, likely as a result of this building's age. I wondered if I would have the skill to stand and pee down the wall, and maybe the evidence of my peeing would be lost and forgotten in the cracks. There were also some boxes of junk hidden in the corner across from the door. I might also get away with moving some of those out of the way, pissing on the floor, and then covering the mess with the boxes. I finally decided on a combination of these two options.

I walked over to the pile of boxes and slid them away from the corner, giving me some space to get close to the wall. I was not surprised but still pleased to see that there was about an inch and a half gap in the corner and where the floor met the wall. I took a second glance towards the archives entrance, and since the coast was clear I stepped up to the corner. I lifted my skirt up out of the way with my right hand and used two fingers of my left hand to spread and lift my labia. It had been a while since I had tried peeing standing like this, so I wasn't sure how successful this would be. If I ended up making a mess, though, I would just cover it with the boxes. I sighed and released my hold on my bladder. Right away a steady stream sprayed out of me and splashed against the crack in the corner and ran down the wall. Some drops splashed the wall, as well, and dripped down onto the floor. I saw right away that this wasn't working out as I had envisioned because I was peeing a lot more than I expected, and it was already creating a sizable puddle in the corner. "Hell with it," I said, and I just took my hands away, held them on my hips, and let the rest of my pee spray from between my legs and straight down onto the floor. I sighed as I felt dribbles running down my leg. I put my legs together and let the last of my warm pee flow quietly against my inner thighs and down my legs, over my sandals, and to the floor. After I finished, I stepped away from the corner and slid the piles of boxes back into place, hiding my puddle as well as the stains in the corner.

Sharon and I are both often amazed how so many students think these back corners are private or hidden, but then again students rarely know the library as well as we do, or maybe they know but don't care. In all honesty, though, if someone wanted privacy the fourth floor is a good choice since there are no lounge or study cubicles, and it contains shelves of mostly outdated science and technology reference guides. It is even rare for employees to be on the fourth floor since these books are almost never checked out. Sharon and I were on the fourth floor one day, hoping to be able to piss somewhere when we heard whispering. We tried to discreetly walk closer to the voices until we could see two guys and two girls sitting on the floor far in one of the back corners at the end of one of the aisles. One girl, a redhead, was straddling one of the guys, a blonde with glasses, and they were kissing passionately. The girl was wearing a skirt, and even though we couldn't see for sure, I began to imagine the guy likely already had his dick out and inside of her judging by how she was slowly moving her hips. The other couple were about a foot away from the other two. The girl, a curvy curly haired brunette who was also wearing glasses and very much looked like the bookish type, was sitting with her back against the other guy, who had dark hair and was very good looking. She leaned her head back as the guy rubbed his hands up her shirt to caress her breasts, which were big enough to accommodate his strong hands. She moaned and reached down to her own skirt. "Hang on," she said. "I have to pee." The guy moved his hands away, and we watched as the girl just scooted her bottom away from him and up to one of the bottom shelves of books. She lifted her skirt, slid her panties aside, and sprayed a thin stream of pee that splashed against the books on the bottom shelf and dripped down to the carpet in front of her. 

"Holy fuck, that's hot," the dark haired guy said. Even the redhead turned to watch. The sight seemed to excite her because her hip movements increased in pace.

"You dirty bitch," the redhead said. The brunette peed like this for about fifteen seconds and then shook her chubby bottom. Then she scooted back to her position facing away from the dark haired guy and turned her head to look at the redheaded girl.

"Yeah, but you love me for it," she said. Then she leaned in and the two of them kissed. Meanwhile, the dark haired guy had unzipped his pants and taken his dick out and was now sliding a condom over it. The brunette lifted her ass and scooted back towards him, reaching down to slide her panties aside. She moaned as she eased down into his cock and started to rock her hips.

Sharon moved back from our hiding spot, and I glanced at her just long enough to see her step back against the shelf behind her and then sigh as she peed quietly down her legs, letting some of it splash back against the books on the shelf behind her. I could just barely hear it dripping, but most of the sound was drowned out by the moaning from the students. 

The redhead was the first to make a whining sound that was clearly the start of an orgasm. She tossed her head back and gasped softly and then crawled off the blonde guy. It was clear he hadn't finished, and he looked disappointed. 

"I'm sorry," the redhead said. "I need a break." He didn't seem angry, though, as he leaned forward and kissed her. Then she turned and whispered something in the brunette's ear. Both girls smiled as the brunette leaned back and whispered something to the dark haired guy, as well.

"Fuck yes," he said. Sharon and I watched as the brunette got up from riding the dark haired guy's cock and then crawled over to the blonde guy.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked. His answer came as the brunette leaned her head down and wrapped her mouth over his dick. "Oh… shit," he said, and he was looking at the redhead.

"It's okay," she said. "This was my idea." Meanwhile, the dark haired guy sat up onto his knees and moved over to the brunette, whose ass was perfectly on display for him. He slid her panties over until we could see her asshole. I gasped as I saw that she had a plug in her ass. The redhead reached into her purse sitting behind her and then handed the blonde guy a bottle of what could only be lubricant. She reached into her purse again and then handed a condom to the blonde guy. He grinned but looked confused as he opened it and then slid it on. 

The dark haired guy stared at the lube for a few seconds before opening it and then squirting some onto his hand. He reached with his other hand and removed the plug and then slid his fingers around her asshole. He slowly slid two of his fingers in, making her moan. Then he took his dick and repeated the process, dripping lube onto it and sliding it just at the rim of her asshole.

The brunette stopped sucking the blonde guy's dick and crawled closer to him. "Slide under me," she said. He did as she said and slid his body down until he was laying on his back under her. She lifted her shirt and in a quick motion he pulled down her bra and started sucking on her right breast. She moaned and reached down and grabbed his penis and guided it to her pussy while the dark haired guy continued to lube up her ass and move his dick closer to her asshole.

Sharon and I both watched in disbelief as we knew we were about to witness a girl being dp-ed right here in the library. I was surprised by how quietly all of this was happening and by how brazen it was. I didn't want to move, but I also had to pee. I knelt down very slowly onto my knees and brought my bare bottom all the way to the floor. Then I just sighed and peed quietly into the carpet, enjoying the warmth of it as it pooled between my legs. I couldn't help but touch myself. I glanced at Sharon and saw that she also had her hand between her legs.

Meanwhile, the brunette tilted her rear end just enough to let the dark haired guy move forward and ease his penis into her ass. She moaned as he moved more, going deeper. The redhead crawled closer to them, and we watched her drape her left leg over the blonde guy and place her pussy right in his face. He took the hint and started licking her. Then she leaned forward and kissed the brunette who was still moaning while both guys gently thrust their hips as their cocks moved in and out of her, one in her pussy and the other in her ass. Her moans were getting louder, but the redhead's lips over her mouth stifled most of the sound.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," the dark haired guy said. He grunted and thrust more rapidly. The brunette made a whining sound, but she was still passionately kissing the redhead, who was also moaning as the blonde buried his face I  her pussy while still thrusting his hips. The dark haired guy backed away and sat on the floor, breathing heavily but watching his three friends.

The redhead got up and crawled toward him, but instead of going to him she scooted her bottom back to the spot where the brunette had pissed on the carpet. We could only see her from behind, but right after she sat on the floor, we could hear the hiss and soft patter as she peed. We could, however, see the look on the dark haired guy's face as he watched her. When the hissing stopped, he crawled to her and then moved down to bury his face in her crotch.

The blonde guy and the brunette had sped their movements. The blonde guy had his hands on the brunette's ass as she rode him, moving her ass up and down. Their gasps and moans increased, as well.

"Elaine," Sharon whispered, "I'm gonna cum, and I don't know if I can be quiet, I'm so turned on right now." I just nodded because knew how she felt, but we both kept watching, mesmerized with both ecstasy and disbelief.

The brunette sat up and moved up and down, now biting her lip and making that whining sound again, as the blonde guy grunted and thrust his hips faster.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I backed away from them and dragged Sharon with me. We hurried down the hall and stepped into the stairwell that was only for employees. We shut the door behind us, an neither of us wasted any time. Sharon turned to me and pressed her body against mine, pinning me against the door. Her lips were on mine quickly and her tongue slid into my mouth. I reached down and slid a finger between her slit. She moaned, and I felt her do the same, sliding her finger in and finding my clit. We kissed and were soon moaning as we both climaxed. I felt something wet on my fingers as Sharon peed. I relaxed and emptied my bladder, as well, as our orgasms ended and we stopped kissing.

Sharon stepped away from me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have… done that."

"It's okay," I said.

"I was just so horny. That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I'm sorry. I made things weird." Sharon looked like she was ready to cry.

"But I didn't stop you," I said. She looked at me. "We've been sharing this thing together," I said. "And it's great. We've masturbated together before, so I kind of expected this would happen some day. It's not like I'm expecting you to leave your husband. I like you a lot, and I'd like to continue our friendship. Okay?"

Sharon smiled. "Okay," she said.

And much like a lot of my recent experiences, things were never the same again. I hope to have more to tell. Maybe I'll respond to that party invitation with a plus one.

 

Elaine

This is the next chapter in Elaine's wet adventures. This includes deliberate female wetting, nudity, masturbation, and furniture and bed wetting.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Several members have messaged me and asked me to write the next chapter in my story, to tell all about our girls' night. Well, in case you haven't been following, I have embraced my pee fetish and recently started peeing and wetting in my house. So far I have wet my couch, my floor, my bed, my kitchen, and my front porch. After telling my coworker and friend Sharon about it, she wanted to come over to my place for a girls' night.

After I got off the phone from her, I went to my room to find something to wear. I decided to wear a long t-shirt with a pair of black leggings without panties since we would likely just be staying around the house. It would also make peeing and wetting so much easier. I felt a slight wave of pressure, and I was tempted to break the tights in before Sharon even arrived. Instead, I sat my bare bottom on the corner of my bed, sitting directly on the blanket, and just relaxed. It wasn't much, but it was enough to warm my bottom, and it still felt great. 

When I finished, I got dressed, and then I stripped the blankets and sheets from my bed. I was amazed, but not exactly surprised, by the huge wet spot on my mattress. It covered nearly all of the center of it and would be obvious to anyone who looked. I wasn't sure if it would be any less noticeable after it dried, but I knew that at this point it was too late to care. Without even worrying about the big wet spot, I put a new sheet and blanket on my bed. I carried the wet blankets and sheets to the laundry room, then I walked into the kitchen to gather the towels I left on the floor. Through all of this, I could just barely catch a pee smell, but it wasn't overwhelming, and it may have just been because I was carrying the towels. I dropped them in the laundry pile and then walked back to the kitchen to grab some bottles of water. As I was carrying them to the living room, there was a knock at the door.

"Perfect timing," I said. I opened the door, and Sharon greeted me with a smile and some bags full of food and drinks. I caught a glimpse of wine coolers and cans of beer. "Are we… having a party?" I asked.

"It's girls' night, so we need drinks and snacks, right?" Sharon said.

"I guess," I said, laughing.

"Okay, but first things first, I've had to piss since I left work." She grinned at me and just stood there expectantly. I giggled at her eager smile.

"Be my guest," I said. Sharon cheered as she sat her bags down and rushed over to my couch.

"Are you sure it's okay?" she asked. "I can go somewhere else, but I need to decide soon."

"It's fine," I said. "It might even still be damp."

"Oh thank god because I really need to go," Sharon said. She tugged down her jeans and panties and sat her naked bottom onto my couch cushion. She gasped and then giggled. "Yep, still damp and a little cold, but I'm about to warm it up. Ahhhhh." She sighed and soon a steady dribble of pee flowed out of her and soaked into the cushion between her legs. Sharon moaned with relief as her warm pee splashed into my couch. "God that feels good." It was a lot of pee and it darkened the cushion between her legs and spread as she continued to sigh and moan, but it was over fairly quickly. Sharon looked down and smiled as she looked at the wet spot under her. "Whew. I really had to go," she said. Sharon surprised me by kicking off her scooting back on the couch and getting comfortable. "What?" she said, as if reading my expression. "I'm going to enjoy this as much as I can.

I sat in the recliner across from the couch as Sharon reached into the bag and expertly popped the cap off of one of the Wine coolers. She handed me one and I twisted the cap and took a sip. As soon as the liquid hit my mouth, I felt a slight pressure in my bladder. I decided to hold it, though, as we talked about our plans for the evening. Sharon said it had been a busy, stressful day at home this morning and at work that day, so all she wanted to do was relax, get tipsy, maybe watch a movie, and piss anytime and anywhere she needed to, if I was okay with that. Of course I was.

I relaxed in the recliner and switched on my television. I turned on Netflix, and we started watching one of my favorite movies, Silver Linings Playbook. Sharon and I had both read the book and had seen the movie several times but loved it enough to watch it again. About thirty minutes into the movie, Sharon sat up in her spot on the couch and sighed as another soft dribble of pee seeped out of her and soaked the cushion again. By this time, I was really feeling pressure in my bladder. I was still wearing my leggings, and I decided not to even move from the position I was in on the recliner or take my eyes from the movie. I relaxed my hold on my bladder, and soon a warm dribble of pee soaked the crotch of my leggings and warmed my bottom as it soaked into the chair under me. I could hear it hissing through my leggings, but I kept my focus on the movie. Soon it was only a trickle, but I sighed at the soothing relief of it.

After the movie was over, Sharon said she was getting hungry, so we walked to the kitchen. I went to the counters next to my sink to search through my snacks. I didn't notice that Sharon had walked across the kitchen to the table until I heard her say, "Umm… this seat is wet." I looked up from the cabinet and saw her sitting on the kitchen chair that I had wet yesterday. I laughed.

"Yeah, sorry, should have warned you." I reached back into the cabinet and grabbed a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa. Then I turned around to see Sharon sitting up in the seat with her legs spread.

"Well, since it's already wet I might as well." As soon as she said this, she sat still and I heard a hissing sound. I looked and saw the crotch of her jeans glisten as a wet stain spread first on her jeans and then on the chair. "Ahh, that feels nice. My ass was already kind of wet, so…. Ohh." The wet spot grew and glistened again, and there was a dripping sound as some of her pee soaked through the cushion and dripped to the floor. "Ohhh, man, I love how it swirls around in my crotch before it soaks through the denim. Mmm." The glistening stopped, and Sharon sighed.

As I watched her enjoy wetting her jeans, I felt a small bit of pressure in my bladder. I was standing next to the sink, and I smiled as I had an idea. I turned my back to the sink, and then used my hands to lift myself up onto the counter and slide my bottom back and down into the sink. I did not take my leggings off because I really enjoyed the feeling of my pee spraying through them earlier. Sharon looked at me and smiled. 

"Oh, that's a good idea," she said.

"I sure thought so," I said. I spread my legs as much as I could and relaxed as my warm pee sprayed out of me and squirted through my leggings. We could hear it hissing through them and splashing into the sink with a metallic pattering sound.

"Wait, are you not wearing panties?" Sharon asked.

"Ahhhh, nope," I said. My pee was coming at full flow now, spraying messily from my crotch.

"How does it feel?" Sharon asked.

"Amazing," I said. "It doesn't spread like with pants and panties, but it just feels… different, like it sprays and splashes and still gets my crotch warm. Ohhh." The last of my pee seeped through my leggings and dribbled into the sink. I let it drip for a few more seconds and then carefully lifted my bottom out of the sink and hopped back down off the counter. I wasn't completely finished, though, so I let the rest of it trickle down my legs.

We carried our chips and salsa and our wine coolers and bottles of water out onto my back deck. My yard is fenced in with no other nearby neighbors, so I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be peeing myself out here, and Sharon would likely join me. I placed our snacks on the small table between the deck chairs, which are wicker chairs with cushions on them, and we sat down. 

We relaxed and talked more, drinking our wine coolers and snacking on chips, talking about the movie we watched, about Sharon's husband and boys, about the library. I heard Sharon sigh and then heard a pattering sound as she peed into her jeans and it soaked the cushion under her and dripped through the deck chair and onto the wood of my deck. "Ahhh, that's nice," Sharon said. The glistening in her crotch stopped for a moment, though. "Hey, can anybody see us back here?"

"No," I said. As soon as I said this, Sharon smiled and lifted her bottom as she unsnapped her pants, slid them down, and kicked them off. Then she sat up straight, sighed, and started peeing directly into the cushion. "Ohhh, yeah, that feels better. Ahhhhh." She closed her eyes as her pee dribbled softly and quietly and dripped through the chair to the deck floor.

I considered also taking my pants off, but I wanted to feel my warm pee soak through my leggings one more time, and I decided to do it standing so I could feel it run down my legs. I stood up from the chair and looked down at my crotch.

"What are you doing?" Sharon asked.

"I'm gonna… just… ahhhhh." I let go and felt my warm pee spray all over my inner thighs and dribble down my legs, soaking the crotch of my leggings and spreading all the way down to my feet. It hissed out as I let go fully, sighing to show my pleasure. After a few seconds I cut off my flow and pulled my leggings down just to my thighs, let my arms relax at my sides, and then let go again, spraying a loud messy stream that splattered down and through my leggings, making a mess all over my legs. I peed like this until my flow finally ended, and then I slid my leggings down and sat my bare bottom down in the deck chair.

We talked more until Sharon said, "You know what, screw it," and pulled off her shirt and bra. I giggled and then slid off my shirt and bra, as well, so that now we were both sitting completely naked on my back deck. "This feels so freeing," Sharon said. "I totally get the appeal of the whole nudist thing." I laughed and agreed. "Plus, it's convenient for this." Sharon scooted forward in her seat, spread her legs, and sprayed a steady stream of pee onto the deck. Her pee splashed against the wood until she scooted back, still peeing, letting it soak into the cushion again. "Mmm, god I love how it feels soaking in like that. Ohhh."

I sat watching her until I felt I needed to pee again. I did not even move but just relaxed and felt my bottom get warm as my pee dribbled out of me and soaked into the cushion. "Mmm, I agree," I said.

Later, as we were making our way back into the house, not even bothering to get dressed, I had a bold thought that was both scary and exciting as we walked up the steps leading from the deck to my back door. What if someone could see us? It would have been quite the sight, two young curvy women, a little nerdy but still cute and obviously very naughty, lounging around naked and walking along the deck into the house, still very naked and unashamed of our bodies. As Sharon stepped through the back door, I turned to face my deck and squatted right there on the top step. I sighed and released a strong jet of pee that sprayed out onto the wooden deck. It was over in ten seconds, but I smiled as I stood up, shook my bottom, and then turned to walk into the house. As I turned, I saw Sharon standing there in my back room with a stream of warm pee spraying out of her and down her legs onto my carpet. "Sorry," she said. "Watching you go just made me have to pee, so I just let it go." She had a wicked smile on her face, and I just laughed.

It was getting late, and we talked about sleeping arrangements. I told Sharon about the wet stain on my bed and showed it to her, thinking it would lead her to wanting to sleep elsewhere. The stain had soaked through the sheet a little, and although  it wasn't as big as it actually was, it was still obvious. However, Sharon looked intrigued. "I mean… it wouldn't bother me. And… I might have to pee sometime tonight…." She grinned at me. There was also the mutual concern about sleeping in the bed together. I had not shared a bed with anyone in years, but I had become so close to Sharon that the idea didn't bother me. "We should get dressed, though, because no offense I'm not sure how I feel about sleeping naked next to another woman." I agreed, and soon we put on our pajamas: a light blue nightgown and matching panties for me and Sharon had on a pair of pink pajama shorts with kittens and a top with a smiling kitten that said, "Don't hate me because I'm so cute." I laughed when I saw it.

We climbed into the bed, and pulled the covers over us. As soon as Sharon scooted in she said, "Oh, I think I feel the wetness now." The longer we lay there the more I could feel it, as well. "It's kind of cold," she said.

"It is," I agreed.

"You want to warm it up?" Sharon asked. She was laying on her back, smiling at me. I did want to, but even after everything else that had happened, I wasn't sure how to feel about wetting my bed with Sharon right next to me or even how she would feel about it, even though she was the one suggesting it. She didn't wait for my answer, though. "I have to pee right now, so… ahhhhh." I heard the hissing sound of Sharon's pee as she soaked her panties and shorts right there in my bed. "I'm sorry, Elaine, but… ohhh… I really wanted to wet the bed… Mmmm. Oh my god that feels so good." I could hear it dribbling into the bed, and in spite of my reluctance I knew I wanted that feeling, as well.

I brought my knees up closer and spread my legs. Sharon was panting as her pee was still seeping out of her and into my bedsheets. I decided to try something, and I reached down to pull my panties aside. I relaxed and sighed. Right away, a strong spray of warm pee splashed out of me, soaking my crotch and dribbling into my sheets. I gasped as it started to pool between my legs and warm my bottom. "Oh my god," I said.

"Mmm hmm," Sharon said. I looked over at her and saw that she was touching herself under the covers. I could feel her leg brush against mine as I started to pee full force. I couldn't help but reach my fingers to my wet slit and touch myself, as well, ignoring the dribbles of pee that soaked my fingers, my thighs, and my bed. Pretty soon I was gasping and panting as I could feel my orgasm building. Sharon was also moaning and squirming. I put my legs down, still peeing and still rubbing myself, and Sharon started to cry out. 

"Ohhh shit, I'm gonna cum," she said. I gasped again, feeling my climax build until finally I bucked my hips and squirted a final stream of pee as I screamed.

"Oh my god, oh, oh, OHHHHHhhh!" Sharon screamed as well, and I could feel her bare skin against mine as I screamed and felt the warmth of my pee under me. We panted and sighed as our orgasms ended and we just lay there in warm bliss.

I was surprised when Sharon just said, "Good night," rolled over onto her side facing me, and closed her eyes. I smiled and looked at her, but I was also pretty tired, so soon my eyes were closed, as well, and I drifted off to sleep shortly after.

As I expected, late into the night I woke up needing to pee again. I was laying on my left side facing Sharon, who was laying on her stomach with her head turned facing me. I looked at her, and she seemed to be fast asleep. The wetness under us had become cool again, so I decided to just relax and let my pee go into the bed. It filled my panties quickly and then dribbled out and into the sheets and mattress. As I was enjoying the warmth of it as it soaked into the bed under me, Sharon moved a little and then opened her eyes.

"Are you peeing?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

"I am," I said. We could hear it now as it dribbled into the puddle that was forming under me.

"Oh, I can feel it flowing over here," Sharon said, giggling. "Guess I might as well… ahhhhh." After her sigh, I heard a second hissing sound as Sharon let her pee go, as well, letting it just spray out of her and into her shorts and the bed. Neither of us peed for very long, and as soon as we were finished we both drifted back to sleep without another word.

In the morning as the sun peeked through my window, I opened my eyes. The coldness under my bottom reminded me of the night's events, and I felt a mix of reluctance and acceptance. It wasn't regret, and of course it happened, so it was too late to take any of it back, nor did I want to. But I had literally slept with another woman, peed and masturbated right next to her, and now I was waking up with her in my very wet bed.

Sharon squirmed and then stretched and yawned. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," I said. Sharon must have heard from the tone of my voice that something was bothering me.

"Hey, if you're weirded out about last night," she said.

"No, no, I'm not," I said. "I just… it's been a while since I shared a bed with anyone, and I was a little worried that you were weirded out…." 

Sharon pulled the covers off of her and sat up with her legs stretched out in front of her. "That's ridiculous," she said. "If I was weirded out, would I do this?" She sighed and a messy burst of pee soaked the crotch of her shorts. There was so much of it that it sprayed through the legs of her shorts and splashed to the sheet and mattress under her. "Ohhh, man, that's a lot of pee." She reached down and pulled the right leg and crotch of her shorts and panties aside and sprayed a stronger stream that splashed out in front of her, adding to the dark stain between her legs. "Whew, I really needed to go." It was still spraying out of her and dribbling into the soaking wet bed. "This… has been one of the best times of my life… ahhhhhh…. It feels so good to just… ohh... let it go in the bed…and I want to do it again." Her pee eased to a dribble, and I watched it trickle down her slit to the puddle between her legs. 

"Me too," I said. I sat up, as well, but instead of following Sharon's example I tucked my legs under me. Then I bunched the blanket up and shoved it under my bottom. I knelt down low until my pussy and bottom were touching the covers. I sighed until a steady flow of pee sprayed out of me and soaked into the covers with a loud hissing sound. I could feel it splashing into the covers and dripping to the mattress under me. "Mmm… it feels so good like this," I said. "It's splashing all over the blanket and my crotch, and it's so warm. Ohhhhh." I let go completely, soaking the blanket and the bed beneath me. My pee lasted almost a whole minute before it became a soft dribble that continued to soak the blanket.

When I was finished, we got dressed. Sharon had to work at 9, and I would be in later at 11. We agreed to continue our library shenanigans and to have another girls' night soon
 

Elaine

Dear Wet Carpet, 

In my last letter, I left off the morning after I had decided to fully embrace my pee fetish, to not be concerned about peeing anywhere in my house. I had wet my couch, my floor, and my bed. I had talked to Sharon about this and was about to enjoy a day off while she had to work.

After I hung up with Sharon, I decided to get out of bed since I was fully awake. I stood up and turned around to finally see the huge wet spot on my bed. Most of the top sheet was covered with one big dark wet stain, and there were several dark wet spots on the blanket, as well. I knew there was no denying I had really turned a corner now.

I walked to the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up. As soon as I leaned over the tub to turn the water on, I felt another twinge in my bladder. I didn't try to hold it though and just let my pee dribble down my legs and to the bathroom floor, giggling at the feel of it tickling my feet and pooling on the tile. I showered, and then after I dried off I pulled on my pink robe and decided to go make breakfast. 

First I put on a kettle of water and got the French press ready to make coffee and then looked around the kitchen to decide what to make to eat. I settled on just making a bowl of raisin bran. I poured the cereal and milk, and by then the water was ready, so I poured it over the coffee grounds in the press and then sat down to eat my cereal. I was only a few bites in when I felt the need to pee. I knew before it even happened what I would choose to do, and it might not have even crossed my mind just a few days ago. Now, however, my stomach fluttered with excitement as I sat up in my kitchen chair, parted my legs, and sighed as I just let my pee go. I felt it dribble out of me and warm my bottom as it soaked my robe and the kitchen chair. My robe could only absorb so much as my pee started to run off the chair and drip to the kitchen floor. I just continued eating my cereal while emptying my bladder, enjoying the sweet warm relief.

After I finished peeing, I stood up and walked over to finish making the coffee. I giggled at the feeling of small drops of pee dripping from my robe. I poured a cup and decided to go sit on my front porch in my robe and sip some coffee while reading a book. I have a full sized front porch with a roof, and my nearest neighbor lives across the street. This wouldn't be the first time I've sat out in a robe, but it would be the first time with a wet one.

I got comfortable in one of the plastic chairs on my porch and was soon lost in my book. The sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality. Of course it was Sharon, but I'll bet you already suspected that. "So guess what," she said. I listened as she told me about catching a girl peeing in a corner on the second floor. She said the girl was wearing a pair of shorts, and she just slid up one of the legs, pulled it aside with her panties, and squatted just enough to spray her pee onto the carpet. Sharon said some of the pee splashed the girl's fingertips and leg, but she didn't seem to care. "How has your morning been?" Sharon asked. I told her about my kitchen wetting and that I was now sitting on my porch in my wet robe. "Don't you have neighbors?" she asked.

"I do," I said, "but they can't see anything unless they come over. In fact… ahhhhhhh." With this, I relaxed and warmed my bottom again with my pee, feeling it spray my inner crotch and soak through my robe to drip onto my porch.

"I can't believe you're just sitting on your front porch pissing yourself," Sharon said. "I can't top that, but… I think maybe…." I heard Sharon walking around through the library as she talked to me. "Okay, there's no one in the secret lounge." As the last of my pee dribbled out of me, I could picture it perfectly, the basement lounge that very few students even know about because it is located in a sort of "hidden" wing of the library that does not contain any bookshelves, computers, or any other useful resources available in other parts of the library. The lounge is a brownish colored sofa from the 70s and some chairs that sort of match but were likely put there because, like the couch, they weren't wanted anywhere else. I'm not even certain it's supposed to be a lounge but may just be misplaced discarded furniture, but we call it the secret lounge. More than a few students and even several employees have been caught having sex down there.

"What are you going to do?" I asked

"You already know," Sharon said. I heard rustling and could tell she was either sitting or maybe reclining on the sofa. "Let me make sure nobody's coming. Okay, it's clear." I heard rustling again. "I wore my leggings, so I've got to get them down first," Sharon said. "That's better. Okay, I can't hold it anymore. Ohhh." Through the phone I could hear a quiet dribbling sound. "Ohhhh my god that feels good," Sharon said. As I listened, I felt my crotch get wet again but not with pee. I looked around to make sure no one was walking or driving by as I snuck a finger under my robe and tickled my slit. "Mmm, shit, it's so warm, Elaine."

"I'll have to… mmm… try it the next time I work," I said.

"Are you… masturbating?" Sharon asked. I hesitated before answering her. 

"Yes," I said, still rubbing myself.

"Ohh, fuck, I think I'm going to cum just from...ohh… pissing on this sofa. Ohhhh my god, yes." Her breathing quickened and I felt my orgasm building as we both panted and gasped as quietly as we could but loud enough that each knew how great the other was feeling. As I climaxed, I felt a squirt against my fingers as I sprayed more pee into my robe and had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

"That was amazing," Sharon said. "I'm definitely going to be visiting this lounge again. It makes up for not being able to piss on my couch at home." We laughed, and Sharon said she'd better get back to work, so we hung up. I sat in the warmth of my wet robe a little longer, returning to my book and enjoying the thrill of sitting outside in nothing but a wet robe.

Eventually, I decided to go inside, and as I stood up I could feel drops of my pee falling from my robe again. I started to think that if anyone saw me walk into my house, they would be treated to the sight of a huge wet spot on my round bottom, and the thought excited me. Once inside, I removed my robe and wiped at my damp legs and crotch with it. I decided to stay naked for as long as I felt comfortable, probably until I decided to go somewhere.

I walked to my kitchen and made myself a big glass of ice water, smiling at the puddle of pee shining on my kitchen floor. I grabbed a towel and tossed it down, not wanting to ruin the floor. The chair, however, wasn't a big deal. Just looking at it made my need to pee creep up again. I held it, though, as I took my glass of water to the living room. 

I was feeling exceptionally lazy today, so I reclined on my couch and turned on Netflix. I could feel cool dampness on my couch cushions, but there was no obvious pee smell. This made me smile as the pressure grew in my bladder. I still held on, though, as I started a movie and drank some more water. About thirty minutes later I could barely focus on the movie because the pressure was growing. Still, I held on. An hour later, and as I laughed at a scene in the movie I gasped as a small squirt of pee splashed out of me. I looked down and smiled at the small stain on the couch cushion and then returned to the movie and tried to hold on longer. Two hours, and as the credits rolled another wave of pressure hit me, and although I was trying to hold it, I could feel it trickling out of me, trying to escape.

My phone started ringing, and of course it was Sharon again. I answered it while still trying to hold back my pee. "Hello," I said, grimacing.

"You okay?" Sharon asked. "You sound weird."

"Yeah, I'm just… I need to pee, and I've been holding it for like two hours."

"Really?" Sharon said. "Why?"

"Just… because," I said. "It feels so good to let it go after I've held it for a while."

"Mmm, you're right about that," Sharon said. "I almost peed my panties this morning because my damn husband was taking a shit and took forever. It was worth it, though. I just let it out through my panties in the shower and the relief was amazing."

"Mm. I'm sure. Shit, I'm gonna lose it soon," I said.

"Well," Sharon said, "what if I told you I was working all alone down in archives, and I'm standing in the back area where the concrete floor is near the back door."

"Hmm, not fair," I said, knowing she was trying to make me lose it.

"Of course it's fair. You can pee anytime you want. Nothing's stopping you. Just like nothing's stopping me right now." I could hear movement and assumed she was pulling down her leggings and panties. Then I heard hissing and splashing. Sharon moaned a little too dramatically, but it did the trick. Another wave of pressure overcame me and started to squirt out of me.

"Okay, I can't do it. Ohhhhh." I let go, and a messy spray of warm pee splashed from between my legs and all over the couch cushion. I sighed with relief as I watched it soak into the cushion and create a big puddle under my bottom. "Ohhh my god there's so much. I'm soaking my couch again." I was still going full stream, feeling it soak under me as the couch cushion struggled to absorb it all.

"You naughty bitch," Sharon said. "I'm so envious of you right now." I breathed another pleasurable sigh of relief as my flow waned to a steady dribble but continued to warm the cushion beneath me. I sat up and started to move my bottom back and forth on the cushion, feeling it rub against my very wet slit. I gasped. "You're going to cum again aren't you?" Sharon asked.

"Mmm hmm. Ohhhh, fuck, yes. OOOOHHhhhh my god!" I screamed as I rubbed my pussy against the wet cushion, feeling the fabric tickle my clitoris as I climaxed again, squirting even more pee I to my couch. When I finished, I relaxed against the arm as the last of my pee seeped out of me.

"That does it," Sharon said. "We need another girls' night. Your place this time."

I agreed. And that, my dears, may be the subject of my next letter.

Elaine
 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I am sure some of you are tired of hearing from me, but it would seem I have my share of fans, so here is another letter for them.

I hinted at the end of my last letter that my life had not been the same (nor had my furniture) since embracing my pee fetish. This became even more true that very same evening. After taking a shower, I walked naked into my bedroom after drying off, and as soon as I stepped into my room I felt the need to pee. I debated going back and getting the towel I had used to dry off, but then I recalled the events of the evening as I looked down around my bedroom. Like nearly the rest of the house, the floor is faux wood linoleum. My bed is against the wall on the right side of the room, and on the left is a bookshelf, a desk with a chair, and a small cushioned chair in the left corner. I debated for as long as I could, and my mind was running through all the possibilities. As another wave of pressure came, I ended the debate and smiled as I walked right over to the chair in the corner. The chair was a gift from my cousin when I first moved in. It was a faded gray color, which I wasn't fond of, but at least the chair is comfortable. And it was about to become even more comfortable. I turned and sat my bare bottom on the chair, already feeling excitement from the feeling of my bare bottom against the soft material. I sat all the way back in the chair and closed my eyes. As my pee started, I gasped at the warm feeling beneath me and opened my eyes to watch it. I spread my legs enough to see my warm flow dribbling out of me and soaking quickly into the seat cushion. This excited me so much that I started rubbing myself while still in mid flow, making a mess as my pee splashed my fingers, my legs, the chair, and the floor. Before long, I was screaming as I orgasmed. Feeling satisfied, I stood up and shook the drops of pee from myself and crawled into bed.

Late into the night I awoke needing to pee. I remembered that although I had changed the sheets and covers since the last time I peed in my bed, I had not replaced my mattress and this night I was just too tired to get out of bed. I was laying on my back, still naked after my shower and chair wetting, so I just relaxed and let it go. I could hear it hissing and dribbling into my bed, but the warmth of it between my legs was so soothing that I was soon drifting back to sleep.

The sound of my phone buzzing woke me up. It wasn't my alarm but my ringtone. I groggily picked it up and saw Sharon's number on the screen. The sun wasn't even shining yet, and I wondered what time it was as I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Good morning," Sharon said with her usual peppy tone. And then, apologetically, "Oh, shit, wait, you're off today aren't you? I'm sorry." I laughed and eased her mind.

"It's fine," I said. "I probably would have woken up soon anyway." I sat up in my bed, and as I did I felt a little bit of pressure in my bladder, but I ignored it. "What are you working today?" I asked.

"8 to 5," she said. "Got to get that new load of books entered, labeled, and shelved and put some boxes down in archives." I heard grumbling on her end of the line. "Okay, sorry," she whispered to somebody. Then it sounded like she was moving. Sharon explained that her husband and sons had gotten back late last night from their trip and were sleeping in and her talking was disturbing her husband. "So… how was your night?" she asked. 

"Well," I said, and then I told her about my wettings. She gasped a few times and called me naughty. I could also hear the envy in her voice, though. She did say she took the opportunity to squat over a pile of clothes while doing laundry, and while she was sitting in their back yard in one of the wicker chairs, she just peed through her panties and let it drip through the chair to the grass.

As she said this, I felt the pressure growing in my bladder. My morning pees are always a lot, and I debated getting up rather than use my bed again, which was now still very wet from my middle-of-the-night wetting. But I craved that warm, soothing feeling of wetting my bed again. I decided to try something different. I sat up against my headboard and brought my heels closer to me, bending my knees.

"I'm bummed you're not working today," Sharon said. I smiled as I relaxed and let go.

"Mmm hmm, me too. Ohhh." I couldn't stifle a moan as my warm morning pee sprayed out of me and splashed between  my legs and into my bed. I couldn't see it because I still had the covers over me, but I could hear it and feel it spraying messily, reaching my feet and creating a puddle at my crotch.

"Are you peeing right now?" Sharon asked.

"Mmm, yes," I said.

"In your bed?"

"Ahhh, yes," I said as I emptied my bladder, delighting in the warm, wet feeling beneath me and between my legs. "My god, that feels so good," I said. It was a lot, but I no longer cared as I listened to it dribbling into the puddle at my crotch before slowly soaking into my sheets and mattress.

"I'm so jealous," Sharon said. "I need to pee, too, but I can't just piss in my bed." My flow finally eased and trickled down my slit to seep into the bed under me. I sighed with relief as it ended. "I think I might go down to the basement," Sharon said. I could hear her walking through her house, then the sound of a door opening. "Shit, I really have to pee. I need to hurry up or I'll end up pissing on the floor."

"Where are you going?" I asked. I thought about getting out of bed to survey the damage to but decided to just sit there and enjoy the warmth for a while.

"There's a single guest bed down in the basement that we haven't used in forever. I really think I'm going to piss in it."

"Are you not worried about your husband or your sons catching you?" I asked.

"Please," she said, "they are passed out. It would take a hurricane to wake them up." I heard her moving around again and a rustling sound. "Oh my god I have to pee."

"So pee then," I said, laughing.

"Hang on, let me get… okay." Again, movement and rustling.

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I'm crawling into the bed, silly." I imagined Sharon getting into the guest bed, and as I did I felt the need to pee again, so I relaxed and just let it dribble out. "Okay, I'm under the covers. Ooh! I just leaked a little bit. Shit, I can't hold it. Ahhhhhhh." Through the phone I could hear a soft dribbling sound. "Ohhh, fuck that feels so good. Mmmmm." I could picture Sharon sitting just as I had, her knees bent and legs spread enough to spray her pee into her guest bed, feeling the warmth of it as it soaked in at her crotch. "Oh! Ohh shit, I'm cumming!"

At this, I felt myself get wet again, so I slipped my fingers between my slit. It only took a few quick rubs before I was gasping and moaning and Sharon was joining me, being a little quieter this time but still clearly enjoying herself. When we both finished, I relaxed again and warmed my bottom with more pee.

"That was amazing," Sharon said. "And now I need a shower. I'll call you later from work." I laughed and told her that would be great.

As usual, there is more to tell, so I will certainly be writing to you again.