Couple's pee into a bucket in the kitchen

[Kupar 12,525]

It has been a while since we enjoyed a wet playtime, and K was up for one, so we agreed that today’s regular Friday afternoon gin-fuelled session would be in two parts – pee fun before baths, and intimate time afterwards. It’s not wet sex, but it’s the compromise we’ve reached and it works for us 😊.

Mid-afternoon, when K was still working up in the back-bedroom-cum-lockdown-office I had a message: “Don’t forget, I’m filling up ready for later.” As it happens, I hadn’t forgotten the plan … I had been thinking about it for much of the day!

At 5:15 she was finished and I asked her how she was feeling: “Absolutely fine. I could hold on for quite a while yet, but I could easily go now,” she said. I was starting to feel the pangs of fullness, and neither of us was in the mood to hold, so …

… I spread a towel out on the kitchen floor, put a big red bucket on it, and K took off her jeans and knickers. I stripped out of my jeans and underwear too and we stood either side of the bucket. We had agreed in advance that K was going to practice her standing-up pee technique, building on the fun, and successful, attempts she had made to extinguish tea-lights in the bath a few weeks ago. (There is a link to an account of that at the bottom of this post. I think I have got all the wax off the bath tub now.)

The difference this time was that instead of just being a passive observer, I was going to pee into the bucket at the same time for double the fun. We might even achieve touching streams if we were careful! It should all have been straightforward, shouldn’t it? And if it wasn’t, at least we could have a laugh about it.

K was pretty good, after a stuttering start. Using both hands to pull upwards on her outer labia, she managed to direct most of her pee into the bucket standing about a foot away from it, though there was a second, dribbly stream that fell vertically down between her legs. “I’m having to concentrate quite hard!” she said at one point – and yes, there is more work still to do on technique, but she did actually enjoy the challenge!

It’s much easier for men of course, so my own pee hit the centre of the bucket with a satisfying sound, and for several seconds our streams touched and merged into one at about the level of the bucket rim. I started later and finished earlier than she did – K carried on for the best part of a minute, with a few stops and starts. And even after that there was a little more to be pushed out.

After my own peeing effort had stopped I was able to reach down and feel K’s warm pee on my hand – but she told me off for disturbing her concentration and warned me not to touch her – so for the most part I just stood and watched. Yes, I know how lucky I am to be able to stand and watch a woman peeing into a bucket. Inevitably, my cock was hardening and twitching with anticipation, but with iron self control, I resisted the obvious urge, and when K had finished I said “thank you”, leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

We measured how much had gone into the bucket: 850ml between us. Not a lot, really. There was probably another 100ml on the towel round the bucket.

While K went upstairs to run a bath, I threw the towel into the washing machine, cleaned up, then went upstairs to join her. What happened after that is private!

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Edited April 9, 2021 by Kupar
Delivering on the promise

[Sophie 23,182]

Wonderful story! It sounded like a lot of fun and very lovely.

A big thank you to both of you for sharing 🙂

[Kupar 12,525]

Just now, Sophie said:

Wonderful story! It sounded like a lot of fun and very lovely.

A big thank you to both of you for sharing 🙂

It was lovely Sophie 😊. I'm glad you liked the account! I have your wonderful examples to aspire to!

[Eliminature 5,108]

Touching streams is one of the best parts of peeing standing together. 

I hope Mrs Kupar keeps up the good work. Please keep practising and don't worry about any dribbling for now. I promise you it does get easier. 👍🏻