Bisexual wet fun on the hilltop

[Kupar 12,314]

[MMF action: wetting, peeing, some desperation, oral themes, strong lycra kink]

The sun was shining, the air was crisp and quite chilly  and the wind non-existent as Teri and Max set out from their house and began the slow climb out towards the hills. They’d figured a 40-mile ride first thing after an early breakfast would be the perfect start to the weekend – back in time for coffee – and as always, an early start meant quieter roads through town before hitting the lanes of the countryside.

Max loved these rides with his wife. Quality time together, physical exercise, glorious countryside views, and the exhilaration of some fast descents after the hard work of the climbs. Oh, and the opportunity to admire his wife’s gorgeous backside bouncing and swaying in tight lycra as she stood up on the pedals climbing the big hills. There was another benefit of following her up the hills: his aching boner wasn’t visible to her … he didn’t want her to get the idea that he was some kind of sex-crazed fetishist. Well, not every day anyway.

They were about ten miles into the ride, and just about to start the first long ascent when Max realised that he probably ought to have taken a leak before they left the house. They’d been in such a hurry to get going that he’d not peed, and now the juice and coffee were making themselves known. But he knew they’d stop at the top of the hill to admire the views and he could find a bush to nip behind. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember Teri going to the toilet either – she must be feeling it too. Maybe they could take a leak together – that would be nice. She wasn’t always happy with peeing outside, but when she was desperate, well … let’s just say her personality changed.

As they neared the summit, Max’s desire to pee was growing. And that wasn’t the only thing. He’d been mesmerised by Teri’s backside, and, as she bent forward over the bars, an unmistakeable cameltoe. Max gave thanks every day that his wife wasn’t a believer in padded cycling shorts … or underwear. The growing bulge in the front of his tights was, frankly, wholly understandable.

He was momentarily distracted, as the incline flattened, by the sight of a fit young man running up the hill. Teri had noticed him too, because Max saw her turn her head to get another look as she cycled past him. He smiled – she was as bad as he was as checking out hot young things. Max turned his head too – you know, just to see what she’d seen, and nearly wobbled off his bike. The guy was huge! Max knew that when he ran, the blood tended to flow away from his cock – it was needed elsewhere – but it didn’t appear to have the same effect on the runner.

The cyclists reached the top of the hill and pulled over, twisted their shoes off the pedals and rested their bikes against the picnic table and bench at the viewpoint. “I really have to pee darling,” said Max, “I’ll be back in a minute – I’ll just pop behind that bush OK?” He was really quite desperate, and as he was taking off his gloves, he was pretty sure a little spurt escaped into his lycra from his semi-erect cock before he managed to clamp shut. But be fore he could go any further, the sound of panting announced the arrival of the young runner. 

“Hi! That was tough … but what a view!” he said cheerily, as he gestured to the stunning panorama of the valley with hills beyond. “It makes the pain worthwhile,” he added with a smile. “I’m Adam, by the way … and you are?”

“I’m Teri, and this is my husband Max,” said Teri. “It’s a beautiful morning for it isn’t it?” Max said nothing … he couldn’t. And neither could he keep still. The urge to pee had arrived with a vengeance as it often does when you stop and stand still. He moved from foot to foot – too polite to dash away without acknowledging Adam's arrival; too desperate now to delay the inevitable … it just had to come out. And it did – glorious relief! Shining lycra, the wetness on the surface of the dark fabric glistening in the morning sunshine, a little steam rising from Max’s thigh. The involuntary, quiet sigh. A pattering of liquid hitting the ground. He clamped off again as soon as he could, but the damage was done.

“Oh my God Max!” exclaimed Teri. “Couldn’t you have waited?! I’m so sorry Adam – I must apologise on my husband’s behalf.”

“Hey – no worries – it’s cool,” said Adam. “I know all about those moments when you have to pee … to tell the truth, when I’m running I generally just let go when I need to – lycra dries quickly and if it’s dark, no-one can really tell.” He paused. “And, I’m not sure if I should say this, but I actually like the feeling especially on a cool morning of the wet warmth on my legs, as well as the amazing relief of course, if I’ve been holding it for a while. I hope that’s not TMI.”

Teri looked at Max. Max looked at Teri. They were both thinking the same thing. And that thing was: bloody hell! He’s one of us! It was Teri who replied first. “Oh Adam – that’s not too much information! Max and I get a lot of pleasure from pee, but we’ve never come across anyone else who does! It’s wonderful to find another person who doesn’t think it’s disgusting.” She caught her husband’s eye. Max nodded. Teri walked across to Adam and put her hand on his bulge. “I don’t suppose you need to go now, do you, big boy?” she teased, “because I do.” 

Adam looked at her, then across to Max, and back again. He could see what was happening here, and his big cock twitched involuntarily in his tights. Max walked over to his wife and Adam. The sight of her hand caressing Adam's bulge was doing good things to his own, and his hand involuntarily stroked the wet fabric clinging to his cock. 

“You OK with this mate?” he asked. Adam nodded. Teri took a few steps back and jumped up on to the picnic table, pulled her cycling jersey up and over her head revealing her breasts to the morning air. She spread her thighs wide and put her feet on the benches either side, exposing her lycra-covered mound to view. Max and Adam stood close, facing each other, then their arms reached round each other, Max’s hands feeling the firm, muscular arse of the runner as he pulled Adam’s giant bulge tight against his own. Their lips met, and Max relaxed into the strong hold of Adam’s arms. From the corner of his eye he could see his wife rubbing her cleft through the fabric of her oh-so-tight lime green shorts. He saw a little wet patch appear. 

Adam whispered to Max and the cyclist nodded. The two of them disengaged and walked towards Teri. Adam lay down on his back on the table. “Please sit on me, Teri. Please!” he begged. Teri was happy to oblige. She pressed her damp pussy, still covered by a layer of flimsy, shiny lycra, firmly down on to his face as she reached forward and under his waistband to cup his cock and balls, teasing him, pulling back his foreskin so he could feel it rubbing against the material. 

As Adam relaxed, his face completely enveloped by Teri's big, warm, scented, shiny, damp backside, he somehow - despite a raging erection - released the pee that had been waiting to come since half way up that hill. The sensation was incredible – almost orgasmic – and he revelled in the blissful relief. Teri’s skilful hands moved up and down, up and down on his pissing cock, and he felt his face becoming wet as Teri released her own piss straight through her tights, flooding over his face. If he drowned now, he thought, he wouldn’t care. His orgasm, when it came 30 seconds later, was huge.

As Teri bounced on Adam's face, Max watched and wanked, his gloved right hand grasping his cock through his tights. “Come here, darling,” mouthed Teri, “Pee on me!” Max climbed up on to the bench seat of the picnic table, pulled his cock clear of his tights, aimed at his wife’s breasts and let go the last of his morning juice and coffee down her cleavage. He watched the steaming river flowing in her valley, running down to join her own piss as it covered Adam’s face. Max put his hard cock into Teri’s mouth …

[I'll leave you all to finish the story in your minds in your own way.]

[LovesToWet 3,398]

 Very nice story

[MidoriLemonade85 1,857]

On 11/7/2022 at 12:51 AM, Kupar said:

As Adam relaxed, his face completely enveloped by Teri's big, warm, scented, shiny, damp backside, he somehow - despite a raging erection - released the pee that had been waiting to come since half way up that hill. The sensation was incredible – almost orgasmic – and he revelled in the blissful relief. Teri’s skilful hands moved up and down, up and down on his pissing cock, and he felt his face becoming wet as Teri released her own piss straight through her tights, flooding over his face. If he drowned now, he thought, he wouldn’t care. His orgasm, when it came 30 seconds later, was huge.

This was my favourite part. Very raw, and oh so wet. 
Very sexy story. 
I think they would have had a lovely afternoon together. 

[LovesToWet 3,398]

29 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

This was my favourite part. Very raw, and oh so wet. 
Very sexy story. 
I think they would have had a lovely afternoon together. 

He definitely has got a way with words hasn't he

[MidoriLemonade85 1,857]

1 minute ago, LovesToWet said:

He definitely has got a way with words hasn't he

Ooooooooooooooh yes! Man of many talents, our Kupar. 💚

[Kupar 12,314]

7 minutes ago, LovesToWet said:

He definitely has got a way with words hasn't he

 

6 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Ooooooooooooooh yes! Man of many talents, our Kupar. 💚

<Blush>

[Tman27 536]

That would be incredible! Great story