wetwulf

In the last chapter of my story, Carolyn and I went to a movie, where we eagerly and naughtily wet our theater seats, and on the way home we got stuck in traffic and ended up wetting her car seats, as well. Our evening wasn't finished yet when we returned home. We had both expressed needing to pee again as Carolyn pulled her car into the driveway.

As we both walked onto the porch, Carolyn fumbled with her keys to unlock the door. As she was doing this, I decided not to wait any longer. I walked over to the porch chair and sat down without bothering to move my skirt or remove my panties. Seconds after sitting down, I relaxed and felt the delicious wet warmth fill my panties and soak my inner thighs and the chair cushion beneath me. I sighed, and then I heard Carolyn squeal and looked to see her squeezing her legs together just as she was getting the door unlocked. As I was enjoying the last wet bursts of warm pee on my bottom, Carolyn pushed the door open and left it open. Then I heard a loud moaning and assumed she was pissing on the couch. I finished peeing and walked into the house.

I was greeted by the sight of Carolyn standing next to the couch with her leggings and panties pulled down to her thighs, and she was spraying a messy stream of pee all over the arm of the couch. As soon as I walked in, Carolyn was laughing with delight. I watched as she leaned her abdomen forward and pressed her pussy against the cushioned armrest. A darkening stain spread from beneath her pussy and a very audible hissing sound filled the room. "Holy shit, this feels good." Carolyn's knees buckled just a little, and I wondered if she was going to fall over. "Mmm, my god, I will definitely be doing this again. It's so naughty and feels so good." Carolyn stayed like this, soaking the armrest of the couch until the hissing sound stopped. Then she stepped away from the couch and kicked off her leggings and panties.

"Want some wine?" Carolyn asked, so nonchalantly, like I had not just watched her empty her bladder all over the couch armrest.

"Sure," I said. I walked over to the recliner and sat down. Even though I didn't need to pee again, I decided to slide my panties off, and when I sat down, I moved my skirt out of the way to sit my bare ass on the recliner cushion. I was falling in love with the feeling of my bare ass and pussy against soft fabric and knew that soon I would be soaking it once again.

Carolyn returned, still bottomless, carrying a couple of wine glasses and the bottle of wine. She placed them on the table and then held up a finger. "Water first," she said. I laughed as I started to realize what she had in mind: both of us getting a little tipsy and a little desperate. She reached into the small refrigerator in the corner of the room and grabbed two water bottles. She tossed one to me, and we both twisted the lids off and started drinking. Once we finished our waters, Carolyn opened the wine bottle and poured each of us a glass.

"Okay," Carolyn said, "I know I'm not drunk yet, but…." She paused, and I wondered where this was going. "I need to confess something," she said. I sat up, feeling genuinely curious. "I know it's seemed like this whole furniture pissing thing started when you pissed on the chair outside, but… um… it didn't." I laughed when she said this, because I honestly wasn't surprised.

"I had a feeling," I said. "You were way too cool with me pissing the couch that night." Carolyn laughed as well.

"Yeah, so… there's a story behind why," Carolyn said. She bit her lip and then sighed. "The summer after my senior year, when I lived back home, my friend Shonna and I were hanging out while my parents were out of town. We snuck into my parents' liquor cabinet, so we were feeling really buzzed and just sitting around, in my room. I had a big bedroom, with a bed and dressers, and a futon couch in the corner. We were sitting on the futon, talking, laughing, and all of a sudden Shonna said, 'Oh shit!' and I noticed she was holding herself, but she couldn't cover up the pee that was soaking her shorts and the couch. I tried to yell at her to get up, but I was drunk and laughing and also kind of… curious, you know?" I nodded. "But I mostly laughed, and soon I felt like I had to pee, and so I did. I played it off like I'd lost control laughing like Shonna had, but…." Carolyn paused. "I really just wanted to know what it felt like, and Shonna had already soaked the couch, so I knew I would need to explain this to my parents anyway, so I just sat there, laughing and peeing. And it felt good!" I nodded again. "So, the next morning, when my parents got home, I had to explain to them what happened. And you know what? They weren't upset! My mom even said, 'Well, it's your room and your furniture, so….' She probably meant that it was my responsibility to clean it up, but…."

I had a feeling I knew where this story was going next, but I leaned forward to show that I was still interested in Carolyn's story. We both finished off our glasses of wine and Carolyn refilled them.

"Anyway," she continued, "Later that night, I woke up having to pee. My room is on the other side of the house from the bathroom, so I seriously didn't feel like walking all the way down the hall. I rolled over and looked at my futon. I still hadn't cleaned it, and I was remembering how good it felt to just let my pee out into the cushion. I climbed out of bed and walked over to the futon, lifted my nightgown, and sat down. I relaxed and started peeing right into the futon cushion. It felt sooo good that soon I was rubbing myself and I came as quietly as I could." Carolyn paused, and I heard a hissing sound and could see a puddle forming between her legs, splashing from her bare pussy into the couch cushion. "Mmm," she said as she sipped her wine while still peeing.

"That explains a lot," I said. "But were those the only times?" I asked. Carolyn laughed.

"Oh, not at all," Carolyn said. "So the next morning, my mom walked in to wake me up, and I guess she could tell that the pee stain on the futon was more fresh. She mentioned it, and when I didn't say anything, she said, 'I'm guessing there's more to this than accidentally wetting yourself.' I still didn't answer her because I thought she was upset. But she was smiling, like she knew something and was letting on that she was okay with it. Then she said, 'Just clean up so your room doesn't smell.' And that was that. My mom left my room. As soon as she walked out, I was confident that she had just given me permission to pee my futon again. And, as luck would have it, I was also feeling my usual morning need. So I got up, walked over and sat on the futon with my gown up again, and just emptied my bladder into the cushion again. Later, I did my best to scrub it clean and dry it up."

"But I'm guessing you used it again, didn't you?" I said. Carolyn smiled.

"Yep," she said. "Several times." She poured more wine for both of us. I was definitely feeling buzzed and would need to pee soon, but I held off. We talked more about our families and work until it became clear we were both exhausted. Carolyn swallowed the rest of her wine, stood up, and wobbled a little but.

"Woah," she said, laughing. "Guess that got to me quicker than I thought. Or I'm just really tired."

"Yeah," I said, "I think it's bedtime for both of us." Carolyn walked down the hall towards the rooms, and I followed her. I watched her enter her own room without closing the door behind her, so the light from the hallway shone into her room.

"G'night," Carolyn said. I started to walk away to turn the hallway light off but thought she had said something to me, so I looked back into her room. Carolyn was on her hands and knees on her bed with her bare ass towards me. "I need to…," she started to say. "Oh, screw it," she said softly. Then I saw a steady stream of pee fall from her pussy onto her bed, splashing onto her blankets and sheets. "Mmm….," Carolyn moaned. Still peeing, she crawled forward with her arms but kept her ass pointed up. Once her torso and belly were down on the bed, she finally lowered her ass and was now peeing directly into her blanket and sheets.

I walked away as quietly as I could, surprised by what I had witnessed, even after everything Carolyn and I had done. She wet her bed? I hadn't even considered wetting my bed and also couldn't even remember the last time I had wet my bed. When I was a child, maybe? I could hear soft moaning coming from Carolyn as I walked down the hall. As I stepped into my own room and looked at my bed, I was reminded that I had not peed since we got home. Could I do it? I wasn't sure if I was ready to piss where I sleep, but I'll admit the thought, combined with seeing Carolyn piss her bed, had my stomach in knots and my pussy a little wet.

I removed my skirt and tossed it to the corner of my room by the door. As I started to remove my top, a wave of pressure hit me, and I had to squeeze my legs together to stop from peeing right there. Even this didn't stop a soft trickle of pee from running down my leg to the carpet. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer, and I also knew this might be helpful since I was sincerely thinking about wetting my bed but wasn't sure I would have the nerve to do it without being desperate. I removed my bra and walked, naked, over to my dresser. I grabbed a nightgown from the top drawer. I slid it over my head, and as I did so, I felt another wave of pressure from my bladder. I tried to hold it again with my legs squeezed tightly together, but I felt another soft squirt from my pussy that dribbled down my legs. 

I finally knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. The pressure was getting painful, and it was either piss myself right there all over my bedroom carpet or climb into my bed and give it a try. I hesitated for a moment before deciding to just sit on the corner of my bed. I moved the corner of my covers, slid my nightgown out of the way, and sat my bare ass right on the bed. This somehow felt familiar to me, a soft material beneath my bare ass and pussy, and literally right away warm pee burst out of me with a loud hiss. "Oh my god," I said, as I felt my bottom get soaked as my hot piss burst out of me and soaked through the top sheet and into my mattress. I relaxed fully and soon felt so turned on that I just lay back on my bed, still peeing fully into the corner of my bed. I squealed as I reached down and touched my pussy while still spraying warm pee all over my thighs and onto my bed. It didn't take long at all for my orgasm to build to its climax just as my pee eased to a dribble. I screamed, not caring how loud I was being. When I finished, I lay there, enjoying the soothing wet warmth beneath me. After some time, I rolled over, crawled up to the head of my bed, and snuggled under the blanket.

Sometime later, I woke up needing to pee again. Habitually, I sat up and was about to swing my legs over the side to get up when a little voice in my head whispered, Why? Still sitting up, I removed my blanket. In the dim light peeking through my window blinds, I could see well enough to watch what I was going to do next. I spread my legs and relaxed. A steady stream of pee dribbled out of my pussy and splashed quietly into my bed. "Mmm," I moaned as I could feel it splashing my inner thighs and warming my bottom. It didn't last long, and as soon as I finished I lay back down, feeling the warm wetness beneath me but not caring. I knew, as I drifted off to sleep, that wetting my bed was going to become a regular thing.
 

Dear Wet Carpet,

It's Kelly again. I convinced my supervisor to let me work another late shift, and as you can imagine I was very eager to leave work and board the train home. Since the weather has been nice lately, I wore black Capri leggings and a cute v-neck top with a flowery design.  And of course I selected the black leggings for a very specific reason.

I tried to contain my enthusiasm when I stepped onto the train and saw the same women from the other night. She was sitting upright as she had been before, this time with a purse across her lap. She was wearing a v-neck green top and a black skirt. There were a few other people on our car, as well, but the woman was sitting alone in the corner. She saw me enter and smiled, and I saw her face get a little red, just as it had the other evening. I wondered if she was desperate again or maybe a little embarrassed to see me after what I witnessed. I walked to the corner of seats where she was as she continued to smile at me.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

"No, of course not," she said. I sat down a few seats next to her. Feeling eager, I decided to find a way to bring up what happened the other day without being too forward.

"Hopefully the train doesn't break down again." She laughed, but it seemed like a nervous laugh, and I was worried I had already moved too fast.

"Oh, I certainly hope not," she said. Then a thought occurred to me, and I began to feel bolder.

"Honestly," I said, "without bathrooms on these trains, they would have to expect some people to not be able to hold it." The woman looked at me with wide eyes.

"One would think so, yes," she said. "I'm sure it's more common than they let on." She grinned at me. Was she hinting at something? Or was I imagining it? She continued: "I've known a few women who've been caught short and had to go right where they were," she said. "It's quite common." Now my face reddened as I began to understand.

"You," I started to say, "the other evening, you peed on purpose, didn't you?" She smiled at me.

"Yes, I did," she said. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and had you not spoken to me I likely would have just let it go without saying a word."

My jaw dropped with surprise. I was also beginning to feel the pressure in my own bladder, and I thought about saying something but decided to wait.

"Is this something you do often?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "when the mood strikes me, and when I can do it discretely. I almost always wear black or dark colored skirts and dresses, and when I need to go, I simply go." I cleared my throat.

"So... do you have to go right now?" I looked at her big brown eyes and saw so much confidence and assurance there when she smiled.

"As a matter of fact...." After she said this, I heard the unmistakable soft hissing beneath her skirt. I was surprised by how inconspicuous she looked as she continued to pee softly into her panties and skirt. She didn't pee for long, though, but hearing and seeing her relief reminded me of my own need as I felt both the pressure of my bladder and a tingle of excitement in my pussy. I finally decided to come clean.

"I need to confess something to you," I said. "I was hoping to see you again this evening. I drank a lot of water at work in hopes of making myself desperate for this train ride home." The woman smiled and her beautiful eyes widened once again.

"Really?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "But... now that it's come to it... I don't know if I can do it, not with so many other people on the train." The woman's smile did not fade nor did confident gaze.

"I understand," she said. "But I promise you no one is paying attention to us over here. Look around." I looked at the other passengers, and other than one who was asleep, the rest were staring into their phone screen. "See?" she said. "I assure you women like us get away with peeing themselves publicly all the time. And since your pants are black, the wet stain should not be noticeable." Another wave of pressure came, and I could not hold in a soft gasp. "Just go in your seat. You'll feel much better."

"I won't be able to hold it much longer anyway," I said. I sat up in my seat and scooted back with my legs together. I didn't have a purse to help cover my crotch, but luckily my top was long enough to cover it. I relaxed, and soon my warm pee was spraying out of my pussy with a soft hiss. I felt the amazing warmth soak my panties and the crotch of my leggings before soaking into the seat cushion. I moaned softly as I emptied my bladder completely.

"There you go," she said. "I'm going more right now." I was amazed at the control she had as I just let mine go without concern.

As I was finishing, my train was reaching its stop. I stood up and turned around. "Is it noticeable?" I asked.

"Not that I can see," the woman said. I thanked her and walked to the doors. "Maybe I'll see you again soon," she said. I walked out with a wet bottom and a big smile.

Dear Wet Carpet,

A friend of mine directed me to your magazine after I shared something with them, which I will also share with you.

A few evenings ago, I had worked a late shift at work and was on the train heading home when something went wrong with the train and we were delayed. This has happened before, so I didn't panic. Since it was late and an odd commute hour, the car I was in held only myself and another woman who looked to be about fifty. She looked elegant and distinguished sitting upright in the row of seats across from me, wearing a belted dress with a flowery plunge neck top and black skirt that reached her knees. She also looked nervous and seemed to become even more anxious when the announcement was made that the train would be stuck a little longer. Out of concern, I spoke up.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I notice you look a little nervous," I said. "This happens a lot, train delays."

"Oh, no, it's not that," the woman said. Her face reddened, a gesture that I found really adorable, even though she was at least a decade older than me. "It's embarrassing," she continued. "I'm desperate for the restroom. I knew I should have gone at the station, but I didn't think there would be a delay." In spite of her claim of desperation, she kept her upright posture.

"I'm sorry," I said. I remembered a few commutes home when my own desperation had me concerned, but I was always able to hold on until I reached the nearest restroom after my stop. "They really need bathrooms on these trains, especially for long commuters." She nodded and her face reddened again.

"Yes, they do," she said. "Especially for older women like me who can barely hold their bladder." She laughed softly but gracefully, and I felt a twinge in my heart at the sound. "Oooh, I shouldn't laugh," she said.

I smiled sympathetically. Just then the intercom sounded and a voice announced that a maintenance crew was on its way and to be patient. The woman gasped and her face reddened again. I looked at her, and soon I could hear a hissing sound. She would not make eye contact with me because it had become obvious to both of us that she was unable to hold it any longer.

"I'm so sorry," she said as the hissing grew louder. She was still sitting up with her legs together like a proper lady, but I knew that beneath her dress she was soaking her panties and skirt. "I tried to hold it," she said. I assured her that apologies were unnecessary. "I'm so embarrassed," she continued, "but oh, that feels so much better." She moaned, and I recognized both relief and pleasure in that sound. I was suddenly surprised by a feeling in my pussy as I listened to the soft hissing and could finally see the first signs of a puddle forming under her seat as the cushion could no longer absorb her pee. Was I getting turned on? I felt my own face get flushed and was worried she would notice, but her eyes were closed.

The voice came over the intercoms once more to announce that the issue was resolved and the train would be moving along shortly. The woman finally opened her eyes, and then she laughed. "Of course it's fixed now." I laughed with her, but I still couldn't shake off the erotic feelings swirling around in my mind and my body.

When I got to my stop about twenty minutes later, I turned to say goodbye to the woman, and she had a look of concentration on her face. Since I was near the exit, it was tough to say for sure, but I thought I heard more hissing. She looked up and waved at me, so I waved back and walked out the doors.

On my walk home, I felt the pressure building in my own bladder. The feeling brought to memory the woman wetting herself on the train. As I got closer to home, the pressure increased, and by the time I unlocked my door I was really about to burst. But I kept imagining the woman wetting her panties and her skirt, and I felt my pussy tingle. As soon as I walked into my apartment, I remembered the chair in the corner that was just a basic chair but had a small cushion similar to the ones on the train. Feeling too turned on to deny my desire, I rushed over and sat in the chair. Feeling such a delicious urge, I relaxed and seconds later my pee burst out of my pussy with a loud hiss and soaked through my panties and skirt and into the seat cushion. I moaned and sighed as I let it all go, enjoying the wonderful warm relief as I pissed right into the seat cushion. Soon I was orgasming without even having to touch myself.

I plan to work another late shift and hope that woman is there again. If she is, maybe I'll be the one who is desperate next time.

Kelly

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I have a serious problem, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice or just a place to empty this from my mind before my anxiety bursts my heart.

For introductions, my name is Sandy, I am 38, and a plus-sized brunette city girl, and I work for an architecture firm located in a high rise office building that we designed, which is what makes this scenario even more absurd and stressful. Recently the restrooms on our floor were closed for remodeling, and we were directed to use the restrooms on one of the 18 other floors. Apparently, all of the other businesses had been made aware of our situation and would be open to allowing us to use their facilities.

Ordinarily, my first restroom need announces itself a few hours into the day as my morning coffee and water start to really make their way to my bladder. My desk isn't far from the office restrooms, so I usually don't mind getting into a work groove until I feel like I can't hold it much longer, so I normally shuffle quickly to the restroom. When I pee, I pee a lot, like it all comes out in a heavy, hissing burst. And then I go back to work, and I'm good for a few more hours.

Yesterday, though, I'd forgotten that our restrooms were closed, so I waited as usual. And when the need hit, I stood up and suddenly remembered. So I rushed to the elevator, got on, and just pressed the number of the floor above us. Not long after, the elevator dinged and the doors opened... to an empty floor. Well, when I say empty, I mean it was clearly not occupied. There were still a fee chairs, tables, and file cabinets left behind, and lots of debris to suggest the floor was being remodeled. But no people, and no signs or anything to identify what business used to be or would be occupying this floor. I started to step back into the elevator to choose a different floor, but the pressure in my bladder was near unbearable, so I stepped into the hallway instead, planning to search for the bathrooms. The floor plan for this floor was exactly like our own, so I walked to where I expected to see the restrooms. They were there, but the toilets and sinks had all been removed. Regardless, my bladder seemed to notice the similarities between this bathroom and ours, and another strong wave of pressure struck, and I actually felt a spurt of pee in my panties. Desperate and knowing I wouldn't make it to another floor, I backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway again. I finally spotted to my left a dark room that looked a lot like a storage closet. It was small but carpeted differently than the hallway. Unable to wait any longer, I walked as quickly  as I could to this room, yanked my panties down, slid my skirt up, and dropped into a low squat. Immediately a strong burst of pee sprayed out of me before I even had time to consider the potential consequences of my actions. I even derived some pleasure from the feeling of relief, the hissing sound of my pee, and the naughtiness of the growing dark stain that my heavy gush of pee was leaving on the carpet. It was over quickly, but honestly if it had lasted longer I might have enjoyed myself even more, if you know what I mean.

So, why the anxiety, the "serious problem" I mentioned at the beginning? Well, today I opened my email and saw a message from my supervisor, asking to come to her office today at 9 AM. The email didn't mention what the meeting is about, but my brain is putting the pieces together, and I'm freaking out. I don't know what to do if it is in regards to what I did yesterday.

What would you do?

Sandy

Dammit. I really need to pee, but my husband just went to the bathroom. He knows sometimes I wake up desperate in the morning. I really need to go. If he doesn't hurry, I'm going to end up pissing the bed.

"Hey baby, are you going to be much longer?" Although I think I already know his answer.

"Yeah, I just got in here." Oh no, I don't know how much longer I can wait.

"Hurry up, I'm kind of desperate." I can feel my morning pee waiting to be released.

"I'm sorry. I can't finish any faster." Oh shit, a small spurt just escaped.

"If you don't, I'm going to end up pissing the bed!" Oh no, I can feel it about to come out!

"Do what you have to do." Wait, did I hear him right? Did he just give me permission to wet the bed?

"Are you serious? Because I am seriously about to explode."

"If you can't help it, you can't help it." I can't believe he is serious, but I'm going to take advantage of this. I've been waiting so long for a chance like this. What he doesn't know is I secretly get off on stories and videos of other women peeing in naughty places.

"Okay, I'm doing it. It's going to be a lot." I don't want to ruin my panties, so let me slide them off. Much better. I'm going to just lay on my back and let it go. Oh, here it comes. "Ohhh my god." I'm peeing into my bed. It's soaking my thighs and the bed sheets. Wait, is that the toilet flushing? Now he's finished? Oh well, I can't stop. "Mmmm, holy shit, this feels good." The bathroom door is opening and now my husband is just watching me piss the bed. Uh oh, I know that look.

"I'm going to fuck you in your own piss."

"Mmm, and I'm not going to stop you."