Beach Pee

[LetMeWatch 119]

My first marriage had just ended, and I didn't know much about vulvas.  I had learned the location of the clitoris, but not much else:  that wife would not allow me to watch her pee.

So it was my first post-marital fling, and she was WILD.  Just what is needed for a confused new-ex-husband to start finding his way in the world - and inside a vagina - again.

We fucked like rabbits.  All the time.  And she developed a soreness down there that she wanted me to look at.  OH BOY!  I get to take a really good look!  "Huh," I mused, "I wonder if this is her pee hole."  I would get a chance soon to find out.

So we were on a secluded beach.  We fucked.  The sand, as it turns out, isn't much of a problem as long as you stay with Missionary Position.  She was still lying on her back as we both enjoyed the after-sex afterglow when she announced that she had to get up to pee.

I suggested that she remain lying on her back and just pee where she was.  She objected, but I was able to persuade her.  And I got in close to watch.

Yep, that "thing" I saw was her pee-hole!  Almost straight up it came, about three-four inches, just like a drinking fountain.  And I got to see what that small, high-pressure initial stream looks like, coming right out of the little hole.  It made a hell of a mess, making a pool in her recently-fucked vagina-hole.

Being the gentleman, I of course helped her clean up.

It was my first real pee-play experience.