Fun with my (now) ex

[Guest jeanswettingfan]

I have only told one girlfriend about my fetish, and unfortunately I didn't get to live out a lot of my fantasies while we were together. The few things we DID do, I guess I can show here!

We use to take lots of very long drives. She was new to the fetish so she was kind of easing herself into it. We would drive around for hours and hours and go shopping and get food and such, obviously not using the restroom. Usually she got desperate long before me, but she was okay with that. We'd find a park that was far away and start heading to it, all while she's squirming in the seat next to me.  Sometimes she would give me a hand job or a blow job while telling me how desperate she was. Sometimes we'd get to the park and start getting intimate in the woods, then we'd watch each other pee. Those were fun times.  

Probably the most fun we had, though, was when we made a day out of it. One park we knew had a very isolated woods area and a stream. One day we brought towels and gallons of water and just spend the day there swimming and making out and having a good time until she was desperate. That was the first time she peed herself in front of me, and also the first time she peed ON me. She had gotten very desperate and we were both very horny so, with her bathing suit still on, she let go on top of me. Of course we had wild sex after that and peed on each other a few more times. 

Boy, do I miss those times. However I wish I could find someone to live out more of my fantasies with. 

[windy55 225]

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

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

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

           

[Guest jeanswettingfan]

2 hours ago, windy55 said:

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

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

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

           

Sorry to hear about the marriage, but I bet the pee fun was great!

[kalle2020 926]

On 7/8/2020 at 7:05 AM, jeanswettingfan said:

She had gotten very desperate and we were both very horny so, with her bathing suit still on, she let go on top of me.

That is so hot, thanks for sharing! Sorry to hear she's only an ex - I understand that you miss those times!

[MrTickle 58]

Curious to know what you discussed with the therapist on this subject and if anything interesting came of those discussions?

[windy55 225]

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

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

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

[Havelock 1,526]

3 hours ago, windy55 said:

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

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

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

@windy55 Please share your ex-wife memories, especially with the semi-public peeing. 

[windy55 225]

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

[windy55 225]

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

[windy55 225]

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

[windy55 225]

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

[windy55 225]

 

Peeing in Silver Creek  

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

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

[windy55 225]

One time when my now ex-wfe and I were having intercourse, she groaned that she had to pee. I encouraged her to continue to fuck and to just release her bladder.
     She expressed a concern for the bed but before she fully end her sentence I told to forget the bed and that it did not matter. Once again I encouraged her to pee and apparently she had to go bad enough that she did not argue any further. I felt her hot pee gush over my dick inserted up to my pubis into her cunt and flow over my balls and thoroughly wet my pubic hair. All too soon the erotic sensation of her peeing as we fucked ended.
     Indeed the bedding including the duvet, blanket and sheets were saturated with her golden nectar. She then whispered in my ear pointing out that since the bed was already wet that if I needed to pee that should just go ahead. I raised up off of her warm body and looked quizzically into her face. She had a cheeky grin on her face and an impish sparkle lit up her eyes, which by the way was her best facial feature along with her smile. She then nodded her head assuring me that I had permission to proceed!
     Now for the first time in our relationship but not our last, I urged my bladder to empty my urine into her vagina. It feeling was overwhelmingly delicious as I felt my pee swill round my dick and flow forth from her cunt. The heat and flow that was generated created a sexual stimulation that caused my dick to become reinvigorated and I began to thrust it deep into her most inner depth certain that I was pressing the glans against the opening of her cervix. Before I fully finished peeing, I withdrew my dick aimed the ebbing stream at the dangling folds of her inner labia. She began to laugh and giggle like a ten year old as my stream diminished to a dribble wetting her top of her baby doll pajamas and the bedding further.
     What a mess! But what a new sexual adventure to be repeated from time to time!

[Alfresco 11,631]

On 10/5/2023 at 4:47 PM, windy55 said:

One time when my now ex-wfe and I were having intercourse, she groaned that she had to pee. I encouraged her to continue to fuck and to just release her bladder.
     She expressed a concern for the bed but before she fully end her sentence I told to forget the bed and that it did not matter. Once again I encouraged her to pee and apparently she had to go bad enough that she did not argue any further. I felt her hot pee gush over my dick inserted up to my pubis into her cunt and flow over my balls and thoroughly wet my pubic hair. All too soon the erotic sensation of her peeing as we fucked ended.
     Indeed the bedding including the duvet, blanket and sheets were saturated with her golden nectar. She then whispered in my ear pointing out that since the bed was already wet that if I needed to pee that should just go ahead. I raised up off of her warm body and looked quizzically into her face. She had a cheeky grin on her face and an impish sparkle lit up her eyes, which by the way was her best facial feature along with her smile. She then nodded her head assuring me that I had permission to proceed!
     Now for the first time in our relationship but not our last, I urged my bladder to empty my urine into her vagina. It feeling was overwhelmingly delicious as I felt my pee swill round my dick and flow forth from her cunt. The heat and flow that was generated created a sexual stimulation that caused my dick to become reinvigorated and I began to thrust it deep into her most inner depth certain that I was pressing the glans against the opening of her cervix. Before I fully finished peeing, I withdrew my dick aimed the ebbing stream at the dangling folds of her inner labia. She began to laugh and giggle like a ten year old as my stream diminished to a dribble wetting her top of her baby doll pajamas and the bedding further.
     What a mess! But what a new sexual adventure to be repeated from time to time!

Sounds like a fantastic experience.   I take it that wasn't the reason that made her your ex!  (And no, I'm not prying to find the real reason she is your ex).

[Kirby23 954]

On 10/5/2023 at 11:47 AM, windy55 said:

One time when my now ex-wfe and I were having intercourse, she groaned that she had to pee. I encouraged her to continue to fuck and to just release her bladder....

This is one of my all-time favorite pee scenarios. This happened for me a few times with my ex. I've told stories here before, but I'll provide a quick recap.

My ex-wife was a heavy drinker (the main reason why she's my ex). Because she was a heavy drinker, she always had to pee. Early in our relationship, as we started having sex, she warned me she gets really wet during sex. So we always put down a puppy pad, or towel. Sometimes during sex, I would notice things felt really wet down there. We never really discussed it much, just chalked it up to her anatomy. I was also pretty inexperienced with sex at the time, so didn't know any different. 

But looking back on it, I think she was often just releasing little pee spurts while we had sex, just to relieve the pressure. 

After we would finish, there would usually be a 6" wet spot on the pad or towel. But sometimes more, like 12"-18" (likely a full bladder). She would just say "Oh, I came a lot!"

One of the first times she peed openly was one time we were having sex in the swimming pool. I was stood by the side wall, and she had her legs wrapped around me. She was acting uncomfortable. I asked her if it was the position making her uncomfortable? She said "No, I have to pee!" I said "Just go, I don't care." She did, and I remember feeling the contrast of the warmth against the cold pool water. 

At the time my pee kink was in its infancy. I knew that watching women pee interested me, but I wasn't really a golden shower guy. It wasn't like "Oh God, my wife is peeing on me, this is so hot!". It was more like "I don't care if she pees during sex out of convenience if it makes things more comfortable for her. It's just warm water anyway."

So (later in our relationship) once she knew I didn't really care (It was kind of neither a turn-on or turn-off), if she wanted/needed to pee during sex, by then she was more open about it. During sex she might say something like "hold still a minute, I need to pee." And then I'd feel a warm wetness down there. It didn't happen all the time, just once in a while. It didn't matter if my penis was inside her, she could still (usually) pee with it in. It was just easier for her if I held still.

She also liked holding a mostly full bladder during sex. Sometimes it was difficult for her to orgasm (probably due to her drinking), and she found that she was able to cum more easily with a mostly full bladder. So she would hold on purpose during sex. But then if the pressure was too much, she would let a little out. Sometimes she would announce it, sometimes she would just do it without announcing it. But always on a puppy pad or towel - i don't think it ever made a big mess.

My wife isn't into pee stuff at all, and would never pee during sex. So, unfortunately, the experiences I've described above are now a thing of the past.