Zorroblade

For me, it was when I was 13 or 14, and my friend’s mom would pick us up from school and I would stay at their house afterwards until my parents got back from work, usually a couple of hours.  
I had a crush on my friend’s mom, miss Mindy, who usually wore tight jeans. She was in her upper 30’s I’d say, and had a thin body, small breasts, and was a smoker.  
One day when we were driving back from school, I was sitting in the front seat because my friend had to stay after school for a project and it was just me and her.  Well we came to an intersection and I remarked to Mindy that there was a possum on the road on the other side of the intersection.  To my horror, she said she hoped it stayed there as they were pests.  After a couple cars passed on the crossing road, she started across the intersection and towards the possum.  I was secretly praying it would move off the road, and it was starting to do so when she swerved and I could here the thunk as we must of ran over it.  I was horrified as she kept driving and said something like there’s one less varmint.   Sorry for this awful story, but it is what happened.  
When we got back to her house, I went outside still shaken by what I’d experienced.  Mindy just went about as if nothing happened.   
A few minutes of being outside, I decided to come back inside because it was hot.  When I came in, I caught a quick glance of Mindy walking into the hallway bathroom and only partially closing the door.  I couldn’t help myself, and crept close by and listened while she took a long pee.  The hissing and trickling noise got me so excited. As she finished up, I quickly walked away so as not to be discovered. 
Anyway, when I think about it, I believe my passion for naughty pee goes back to this day.  Somehow observing the needless destruction of something of value (at least to me) by this woman, and then soon after witnessing my first (non-family) audible pissing experience entangled in such a way that I now get very excited by women pissing in a destructive way.  
I apologize again for this awful horrible story, but I guess sometimes real life isn’t all that pretty.  

I loveeeee going down on my wife right after she’s peed.  She likes to empty her bladder before we have sex, while I’m laying in bed and listening to her beautiful hissing.  I’ve even trained her not to clean up too much… she used to literally soap herself after peeing and I told her I much better prefer her “natural” taste.   And so I get to taste her quite frequently after a pee. 

Continuation of my survival guide:

8.  The seven or eight times I've seen my wife's stream are etched in my memory, and I draw upon them when needed to help orgasm:

• 3 or 4 times when she was 18 and 19 years old she let me explicitly watch her pee in the toilet.  I knelt down in front of the pot and watched her stream come out of her close up.
• 1 time when she was also about 19 years old, she peed in a cup while in my car (ahead of us having sex) and handed me the full cup.  I still regret not taking a drink, but feared scaring her thinking me a freak!
• Twice in our 20's while showering together I saw a stream coming out of her (from behind) while I was acting like I was soaping my legs.
• 1 time when she was in her early 30's I asked to watch her pee in the hotel bathroom, and she let me watch while she did a high squat over the toilet.  I could tell during this time she was reluctant and not into at all.  So, I haven't asked her since.

9.  The tale my wife told me of a high school friend (who we both knew) that we ran into when we were about 30 years old, her name was Karen.  She looked so much more grown up and together than what I remembered her, and told my wife that after our meeting with her.  Laughing, my wife tells me "you won't believe what she did one time during a lock-in at high school."  She went on to say how Karen peed on the stairs inside the high school, the first time on a dare, and a second time just for the hell of it.  She didn't go into details beyond that, but I just said wow, that's crazy.  What makes this story even more hot to me is that the high school stairs are all thinly carpeted, and I imagine how big the stain must have been.

If married to a woman who flatly is not into pee fetish.  I’m an expert at it, been married for 24 years.  I’m lucky though, as she is a beautiful woman even at 50 years old.  Not overweight but curvy. 
 

Here are ways I cope:

1.  I always stop and intently listen when she goes to the toilet.  She has a natural hiss that drives me wild.  I try to act casual, and she regularly goes even if I’m also in the bathroom brushing my teeth or shaving or such.  I see her casually sitting on the pot and peeing very often.  But not up close, or showing her stream. 
2.  I’ve told her how much I love morning sex and how I love how natural her pussy tastes in the morning.  It’s even better when I lay in bed listening to her empty out her morning pee in the toilet, and me knowing I’m about to go down on her.  
3.  Sometimes she has to stop during sex to go pee.  When she comes back and I go down on her she sometimes says “I just peed” and I always say that makes it better.  She shakes her head when I go down, because she can’t comprehend the depth of my pee fetish.  
4.  When fantasizing for my orgasm during sex, I try to recall specific experiences I’ve had with my wife and her peeing.  It usually does the trick.  
5.  I enjoy the naughty pee genre, but of course I would never get my wife to do stuff like that.  But, she has admitted to peeing in a public pool to me on several occasions.  One time while we were at a resort with swim up bar. And when she had to go I encouraged her to just go in the pool and she did. Multiple times.  I don’t think that was overly naughty, but it’s the closest experience of that type I’ve had with her. 
6.  We go camping sometimes and she pees in a metal pot.  At night time it’s too dark for me to see much, but love the way her hiss echoes inside the tent.  And of course sex in a tent is awesome.  
7.  Port-a-potties are the best.  I will stand right beside it while my wife relieves herself.  It is amazing how loud it sounds and those thin plastic walls do nothing to deaden the sound. 
 

I’ve got more, but thought I’d share what I could think of.