My Ex-Wife Peeing for Me

[windy55 225]

     I and my ex-wife were staying at a Ramada Inn any number of years ago and were preparing to engage in sexual intercourse. My ex had put on an a simple night gown and I had stripped down to being totally naked. As was her usually custom, she indicated that she was going to go to the bathroom. I stopped her before she had a chance to sit down on the commode and asked her if would pee in the bathtub for me. She did not hesitated for any period of time since peeing in a bathtub was one of the things she did not mind doing for me. She raised her night gown as she squatted down to rest her ample ass cheeks on the rim of the bathtub. I position myself so that I could fully witness her gushing flow of pent up urine fall from between her hair covered pubes to splatter noisily. She had peed for a considerable period and her pee was amber in coloration and strongly scented. 

     I decided that I would join her in peeing into the bathtub so I straightened up and stood beside her and took hold of my cock behind the helmet. My bladder was not as distended as my ex's but I did release a fairly copious stream splattering into the bottom of the tub. Our two pee deposits combined , female, one male, to flow together towards the drain where due the slowness of the drain formed a small pond before disappearing down the drain. 

     I talked my ex into not wiping her pee damped pubic hair on her cunt, and we adjured to the queen-size bed for what turned into a wet post-pee hour of fucking where I ate out her cunt savoring the tangy taste of her remnant pee.         

[windy55 225]

My first wife and I after our wedding reception headed out on our honeymoon. We were both in need of a pee and we had not driven very far before we stopped at a gas station to relieve our bladders. I went in and retrieved a key to the ladies restroom which was on the side of the building. My new bride invited me to go in with her, and when we entered the small restroom, we discovered that it was not only dirty it was filthy. There was pee all over the seat on single stool and a discarded tampon floating in the amber water in the unflushed bowl. My wife looked at me with a disgusted look on her face and declared the toilet as unusable. she then suggested that she pee on the floor and that I could piss in the sink. Before I could concur with her, she began raising the skirt of her smart outfit that she had selected to wear while traveling. She was wearing tan- colored nylons with a white garter belt and a pair of frilly pink panties which she quickly pulled down. I stepped up to the rust stained porcelain sink and unzipped my trousers. I extracted my uncircumsized dick through the open fly and underwear. I pulled back the foreskin and positioned my dick over the sink basin. I then turned to watch my wife as she began to urinate on the dirty white-tiled floor. She squatted in such a fashion that her powerful pee stream arched across the small restroom and struck the wall opposite her. In response to my laugh she looked up at me and gave me the finger.  I turned my attention to my piss as I sent a pencil thick stream swirling around the bottom of the sink before the gurgling flow went down the drain. My bride asked me to hand her some toilet tissue and I completed. She wiped the errand drops of pee from her thighs and mopped her hairy cunt. She dropped the wad of issue into the pee puddle she had created. We rearranged our garments and as we exited the restroom I tossed the key into the unflushed toilet stool. It was a very bonding moment that we both found to be very valuable in our lifetime of pee activities.