Unexpected and delightful wet playtime

**Kupar** · May 14, 2021

It was (my wife) K’s turn to set up our Friday early evening ‘us-time’ session today and during the afternoon she surprised and delighted me by telling me there would be some peeing involved. This doesn’t happen very often, so I had a huge smile on my face for an hour or two until it was time to pour the gins, get the snacks ready, and await instructions.

I was ordered to strip, put a towel on the base of the bath, climb in and lie back. She took off her tight jeans and knickers and stood over me, with one foot either side on the edge of the bath. I thought she would pee over me as we’d done in the past, but she decided to combine this idea with the standing wee practice she’s being doing over the last few months. K stood near the tap end near my feet, and by pulling her labia up and out, and bending her knees a little, started to push her pee out, to see how high up my body she could reach.

The first jet was beautifully focused and directed, hitting me in my navel – probably a forward projection of a metre from a height of about the same. As the pee continued to flow forcefully, she managed to hit my chest, reaching level with my nipples. By this point, the stream was getting somewhat less like a rifle more like a shotgun. Did I care? No! All I knew was that I was getting splashed with three hours’ worth of saved up wee from the woman I love.

Once the powerful stream showed signs of dying down, the aim started to go somewhat awry. Efforts to push it out even further and harder were partly successful – some drops hit my face – but more was flowing down the inside of her thighs and on occasion, on to the top edge of the bath. Towards the end – possibly a minute after she started, there was a series of short waterfalls vertically downwards.

All through this my cock had been growing and hardening as it was watered from above – a bit like a speeded up video of a courgette growing in heavy rain after a dry spell in the garden. I resisted the urge to do anything with it, as wet sex is not K’s thing. She is more than happy to give me the pleasure of her pee – she knows how much I love a shower from her and is expert at judging how much to drink, and for how long, to make it great fun without being desperately painful for her. She told me afterwards she’d been at about 8 in terms of needing to go.

After showers of the conventional kind, the session turned somewhat surreal, at her suggestion: role play involving Carey Mulligan, a sex therapist and the dining table … but that’s all I’m saying about that.

Edited May 15, 2021 by Kupar
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