Wet Carpet magazine

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm Lucy and am 22. 

I had a few guys and girls at mine last night for a few drinks, and a few illicit smokes as well, and we were all getting steamed. 

Not sure quite how it came about, but when Karissa, aged 20, needed a pee, someone suggested doing it right there in my glass vase.

Well the idea seemed pretty funny at the time so we all egged her on - even me, whose vase it was.

And she did it too. She completely stepped out of her jeans and panties, exposing her bare ass and fanny to us all amidst hoots of approval from the guys.

Then  she picked up the vase and placed it on the carpeted living room floor, and kind of adopted a semi-squatting, hands on knees, hover over it.

And started pissing!

But like all of us, she'd been drinking a lot, so was slightly unsteady....and kept over-shooting or undershooting. Everyone thought this was hilarious, including me. 

"Karissa, your pissing on my carpet!" But I was laughing along with the rest of them.

But then one of the other girls - Nicky, aged 23 - suddenly reached under Karissa and pulled the vase away just for a laugh, leaving her semi-squatting and pissing directly onto the carpet. We all thought this really funny at the time, with Karissa grinning and just carrying on. 

"Karissa, you dirty cow! You're ruining the carpet!" I laughed.

"Well blame Nicky for that! She's the one who pulled the vase away!"

And she just carried on anyway until she was done.

Pissing right there on my carpet.

The end result was a rather large puddle soaking slowly into the fabric.

Now it is morning and everyone has left, and I have a very large and very damp patch in the middle of the living room carpet to clean up. Better get to it or the place will start stinking of piss. 

I think I might piss on it myself, first. Just for the sheer hell of it, lol

Lucy

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Dave, aged 46 and I was on a business trip in Birmingham recently. In the evening I went out to this pub and hooked up with these two ladies aged about 40, both housemates as it happened. Josie and Jessie, their names were. And yeah I know, makes them sound like a couple of American rednecks, but they are in fact thoroughly British brummies.

They look good too. As you can see with these pics they let me have as a memento. Josie is the brunette on the left, Jessie the blonde on the right....... 

 

And they are easily the dirtiest couple of bitches I have ever met, lol.

I think they'd already had a few when I walked into the bar and got talking to them. We ended up sat at a quieter table in the corner, them on one side and me facing them on the other as we chatted and had a laugh. 

After a while, the blonde one, Jessie, said she really needed a pee, and laughed about how some guys love watching ladies pee, and kind of jokingly asked if I wanted to watch.

I commented that it was a bit public, I think. Her friend Josie just laughed, "That's what gent's cubicles are for."

Jessie came back with, "Shit, who needs cubicles! Last time I just pissed on the floor! The guys couldn't believe it!"

Josie:" I know, I was there, haha."

I couldn't believe my luck at hearing shit like this. I tried playing it cool, downing the rest of my pint, but am certain they knew this was turning me on. Which emboldened them further.

Jessie laughed, "Why bother with the gents?" She turned to me and reached out with her hand. "Give me your beer glass."

I handed it over, whereupon Jessie - watched by a grinning Josie - lowered it below the table and appeared to be hoisting the back of her dress whilst shuffling forward to the front of her seat. Then her grin broadened. "I'm pissing, hahaha."

I couldn't believe what was happening. I stole a glance under the table, and there was the glass held between her legs. And she was actually peeing into it right there! I looked back up and she sighed, "Ah I needed that!" And both women laughed.

When she was done she lifted the glass back into view. It was now three quarters full with piss. She laughed, "Now what am I going to do with this?"

Josie: "If Dave was a true gentleman, he'd drink it for you, haha."

Jessie: "If I was a true lady, I wouldn't have pissed in his beer glass in the first place!"

Josie: "Haha, well we sure aint no ladies."

Jessie: "Well if Dave's not gentleman enough to drink it, I'll just have to get rid of it here."

And with that she began pouring the contents out onto the carpet under the table! I couldn't believe it!

Josie then said, "Here, pass me that glass, I need to go."

But as she took the glass from her friend, she hesitated, then put it down on the table. "On second thoughts, why bother? It's gonna end up on the floor anyway, so......"

And she shuffled to the front of her seat, whilst hoisting the back of her dress. Then she gleefully announced, "I'm pissing!" And laughed.

I stole another quick look under the table, and there she was with her legs open, and trimmed muff overhanging the front edge of her seat. And her piss was spraying down in a powerful torrent onto the carpet! I could barely believe this was happening, but it looked sexy as fuck!

Jessie laughed, "I think Dave's enjoying the show, the perv."

I wrenched my gaze away from the carpet pissing under the table, and responded. "You're calling me a perv, but your mate's the one doing the pissing! And getting off on it I can tell, haha."

Josie: "Yes, this is rather fun."

I joked, "You're a right couple of skanky bitches, aren't you!"

Josie chuckled, still enjoying her piss. Jessie shot back with, "Well, if a girl's gotta piss she may as well have fun with it."

By the time Josie was done, the carpet under the table was soaked with piss.

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Awesomely, I got invited back to their place. We went around to the back entrance because when they go out they leave the front door latched it seems. They unlocked the back door and we all strode into their kitchen which it opened into. One of them switched on the light switch. And I immediately spotted the huge, golden-hued lake covering a large area of the tiled floor. They noticed my eyes widen at the sight.

Josie chuckled, "Oh, we just pissed there before we went out."

I was stunned by the nonchalant, matter of fact, way they just seemed to be about it. "Didn't you want to clean it up afterwards?"

Josie: "Nah, couldn't be bothered!" 

They laughed at my surprised reaction to this.

Anyway, we all just strode through their piss lake into their living room. 

Josie immediately lifted her dress - neither lady was wearing any panties - and popped a squat right there in front of their coffee table. And gleefully started pissing right there on the carpet. A powerful hissy spray splashing forcefully down.

I was struggling to believe the awesomeness of what I was seeing. "Fucking hell, that's your own carpet you're pissing on!"

She chuckled, "Yeah, we do it quite a lot! It's just more convenient - and more fun!"

And come to think of it, there was a pissy aroma about the place that bore testament to that.

Jessie too soon lowered herself into a squat, her dress hoisted to expose her gorgeous ass cheeks. And she too was soon pissing another torrent right there onto the carpet, lol.

By now I needed to pee myself, so when they were done I somewhat sheepishly asked where their toilet was. Jessie just laughed, "Don't bother going all the way upstairs just for that, silly. Just piss against that wall over there." She indicated an area of the living room wall beside their sofa.

And so - incredibly - I found myself, trousers  and underpants removed at their suggestion, standing there and pissing against their living room wall as they stood either side of me, enjoying the show with grins on their faces. They didn't seem bothered about the wallpaper I was fucking up, either.

As my pee finally trailed off, I asked them, "Do you girls ever actually use the toilet?"

Josie laughed, "It has been known! Last time Jessie used the toilet though, she was standing astride the fucking thing. With the lid closed at the time, haha."

Jessie: "Seemed like a fun idea at the time."

Josie: " Might as well have just pissed on the floor like we usually do. Cos that's where it all ended up, hahaha."

.............................

Anyway, we ended up heading up to their bedroom, walking past the open bathroom door on the way. I couldn't fail to spot that there was piss all over the floor in there. 

Their bedroom smelt particularly strongly of pee, with some parts of their carpet so saturated that it squelched underfoot. I think they noticed that I noticed, because a smirking Josie said, "Yeah, we piss in here A LOT!"

We ended up enjoying great three way sex on their large double bed. It was brilliant.

Afterwards we all stood  in the middle of the room - yes they were standing too with legs apart and hands on hips - and pissed all over the carpet. 

Was a very enjoyable pissy fun night. I never knew there could be such ladies around into doing all that. 

I will cherish the pics they gave me and the memories they invoke of their awesomely skanky pissings, lol.

I still struggle to get my head around the fact that two such awesomely sexy middle aged women can get off by pissing all over the place in their own home, and apparently be happy to just leave it laying around.

Dave.

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hey all, super short one for you. I'll likely post again but needed something to break the ice and what I just did qualifies. LOL So you can call me Joan, but details later, I'm on my phone typing this so going to stay on point. I've gotten really comfortable peeing in garbage cans in bathrooms. Doesn't have to be a dirty bathroom, just a single with locking door. Still walking around the bookstore I just did this in acting completely normal. Went into the toilet, saw the there was tank on the back and thought about that, but the bin was full of used towels and feel like using them a 2nd time is better for the environment too. Anyway. I'm standing there pissing away from under my skirt out my muff and I look in the mirror. On the opposite side of the room by the door there's a short plastic cabinet with locks on it and the top doors are broken open. I stop my stream and close my legs so my panties drop and step out of them. I crossover and open the door to find the expected paper rolls.  They looked like used ones with very little left on about 10 to a dozen roll. So yeah, skirt up, stream starts back up, and soggy paper ho! I had more than half my payload spent in there when I hear dripping over the splash and spray, I realize the top shelf is open and all my watering is going down to the NEW ROLLS below. At this point I'm all, "F- it!" I changed my angle and pushed to the end. Collected my panties into my purse, washed my hands (wiped my cunny with the towel), and now I'm waiting in line at the register. Need to pay for the books I'll pee on later. ROFL

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm an attractive - at least my husband thinks so - married mother in my early 30s, and work as an office administrator in the local hospital.  The name is Lucy.

This is me.....

I have a thing about peeing. Back in my school days my first ever boyfriend occasionally encouraged me to pee on his bedroom carpet at the end of his bed. Which I got a buzz out of. It was fun just to pee on the floor like that.

As a grown woman, I have often harboured secret fantasies about peeing everywhere, and sometimes seek out stories, confessions or porn vids describing or showing ladies peeing all over the place. I love the audacity of some of them, peeing all over beds, furniture, and carpets, often in hotel rooms. And often so brazenly out in the open that I don't know how they get away with it.

There was this one time though when I was away in a hotel room connected with a conference associated with work, when I had the urge to be naughty. But I made sure I would be long gone before anyone found it. Basically I moved the wardrobe, then squatted there over the carpet, and peed. It was most exhilarating. Then I covered the large wet patch with the wardrobe again.

Mostly though - I am after all a respectable wife and mother who doesn't want to fuck up the house for her husband and kids - I have limited myself to squatting and peeing in the shower cubicle when home alone, or perhaps in the bathroom or kitchen sinks. Sometimes I have peed in the odd glass or two just for the fun of it. 

But hubby and kids have been away for the last couple of days on a camping trip. I couldn't go due to work commitments. But home alone, I decided to have some fun with the aid of a few glasses of wine on regular occasions, lol.

The first really big pee, when I decided to be naughty, I did in the kitchen. I was wearing my work gear still - pretty much what I am wearing in that pic above - but had removed my knickers and tossed them aside. I hoisted my skirt and squatted in the middle of the room. And just peed right there all over the floor tiles, creating a massive yellow puddle. It was a superb turn on. The sound of my hissy pee splashing down right there in the kitchen was really doing it for me actually.

I drank some more wine after that until I needed another pee. Then, with a flash of inspiration, I headed up into the bedroom where I eased open a drawer full of my own lingerie. Then I hoisted the back of my dress and hung my bum over that open drawer. And peed! Soaking all my own underwear as I peed right there in the drawer in my bedroom! Was terribly good fun. Just letting my hair down and peeing in random places was really turning me on.

My next naughty pee took place in our dining room. Basically, I got up onto the large dining room table and squatted upon it. Then I peed right there on that table. My husband would have been shocked if he'd walked in on me at that moment, lol.

And so it went on.

I peed on the bathroom floor, ignoring the toilet that was right there. I peed in the dishwasher, lol. I even peed in the kettle.

At one point I decided to pee in the living room. So I moved the sofa, popped a squat right there and peed on the carpet, before covering it with the sofa again. Sprayed plenty of febreeze and my pee was fairly dilute so am hoping there'll be no tell tale pissy aroma, lol.

Most outrageous thing I did - a massive turn on - was to get up on our bed and pee on it. I still can't believe I really did that, squatting upon my own bed and peeing there. Afterwards I had to throw all the wet sheets in the wash, leave the mattress to dry out as much as possible, then turn it upside down to hide the pee stains before putting clean sheets on. Hubby will never know I peed on our bed, lol. Hopefully, anyway.

Now as I type this I am sitting here - wine in hand and a full bladder making itself felt - and contemplating where to pee next. And I guess I will have to rely heavily on the febreeze and trust that my pee is dilute enough not to be a problem. Because this time I am going to stand and pee against the living room wall, lol.

Lucy.

 

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

I work as a photographer for a modelling agency. I get to see lots of hugely attractive young ladies in my job, which is awesome.

Sometimes I get lucky with them, which is even more awesome.

This one was exceptional.....

We were spending the night at her place where she thought nothing of taking a piss on the bedroom carpet beside her bed! Looked sexy as fuck. And she was loving it, I could tell.

[somedood123 398]

Hi everyone,
Name's Victoria and I'm a woman 29 years of age. I don't go out drinking quite as much as when I was still a student, but occasionally I'll have a drink (maybe more than one) with a colleague. Nevertheless, I've certainly done my fair share of weeing in public. Most of this was in my student days, obviously, but I'm definitely not too much of a prude now to nip into a dark corner if the need arises! A girl's gotta go! I can hold it for quite a while, though - large bladder I suppose - but over the years I've found this means I have a tendency to skip the toilet before heading home for the night.

Well, 10 minutes later and you find yourself staggering home. Your bladder is aching for release, but it's in the middle of the night and nothing's open.
I know that with a bit of extra willpower I can probably hold it till I get home, but when my bladder is begging me to just PEE and I know there aren't many people about, why would I not hop into the closest corner that'll give me some privacy and just go? Behind bins, in dark alleyways, between cars, in a parking garage - you name it! I've probably enjoyed a drunken wee there. Back when I went out drinking practically every weekend, sometimes both Fridays and Saturdays, I'd probably go for a pee outside almost every night. So yes, I've done quite a bit of public urination! I'm always a little surprised at how some women will do absolutely everything to avoid having to pee outside. Girl, obviously you really need that wee. Don't torture yourself! Look, just go round there, pop a squat and treat yourself! The relief will be worth it!

But anyway, I'm here to tell you a story involving my dear colleague Rebecca. At 33 she's a couple of years older than me, but really, she can pass as a 25 year old with her wavy dark brown hair and lovely bum that there are always plenty of guys taking a good look at. She won't hear it, though, and insists that I'm the one they want with my long straight blonde hair and tall slim figure. I'm not that tall, though. We're talking 5'8 at best, although she's just 5'5.
But back to the topic at hand. I've only worked with Rebecca for about 6 months, but we've become great friends both in and outside of work which is great as we frequently have to work on projects together. As far as peeing goes... Well, I hadn't yet witnessed her going for a wee in public until the other night that is. There have been a handful of times where I could tell she looked a bit in need, but I'd never dared try and suggest we do a sneaky pee somewhere on the way home before our ways departed.

That changed this past weekend, however. We had gone to a different town a short train ride away with a few other colleagues. Eventually it had gotten late and they'd all left, so Rebecca and I continued onwards to another bar on our own. Eventually we left and made it to the train station only to be greeted with a 25 minute wait for our train.

"I really wish I'd remembered to pee before we left the bar", Rebecca said as the realisation that we'd be waiting for a while sunk in.
"Gotta go bad?", I asked. She bent down a bit and squeezed her crotch with her left hand.
"Mhmm", she mumbled then regained composure and stood up straight, "25 minutes, jeez! Are there even toilets on these trains?".
"I don't know", I said, "but if it's any consolation, soon you won't be alone. That last drink is catching up to me", I laughed.
"Easy for you, you had a wee not that long ago", she retorted. It was true. This time I'd actually gone to the loo about 10 minutes before we left the bar.
"That was like a good 15 minutes ago now, though. Add another 20 and I'm sure I'll be in your position.", I said.
"Maybe we can go back to the bar...", Rebecca said, but I stopped her.
"Weren't they getting ready to close up? It sure looked like it", I said.
"Oh, that's right. It did look like that. Darn it!", she then said.

There was silence for a moment and I thought maybe this would be a good time to suggest nipping off somewhere for a wee. Rebecca looked quite desperate now and I knew I'd be in a similar state even before the train would get here.
"But look, we've got 25 minutes to deal with. I'm sure we can find somewhere to go in that time", I said.
"You think there's anywhere open at this time of night?", Rebecca asked.
"No, I wouldn't count on it", I said and paused for a second, "but don't tell me you've never had to do a naughty drunken wee!", I grinned.
"Oh, you meant weeing in public! I can't do that!", Rebecca giggled.
"But yes, it's happened on occasion, but it's been a while. I always splash my feet something terrible!", she added and looked down at her pumps. In addition to those, she was wearing a tight black dress, about knee-length.
"It happens, but there are ways to minimise it!", I laughed. I was wearing almost the same outfit, but my dress was blue .
"Well, if you're serious, then show me", she grinned, "I don't wanna wait... or rather - I cannot", she said with emphasis on the cannot, "at best I'd probably end up peeing on the train and that's much worse than in the street!".
"Okay, let's find somewhere then", I giggled, "everyone has to do this sometimes, so don't even worry about it!".

It was rather busy in the area from cabs coming and going and many people making their way from the bars to the train station, so there wasn't really a place for two girls to have a wee discretely. However, I remembered spotting a parking garage on the way to the station and thought it'd be perfect for a much-needed piss.

"Come on", I said and pulled lightly on Rebecca's arm.
"Okay, but let's be quick because it's serious now", she said.
"Let's go in here", I giggled as we crossed the street.

There weren't many cars that would make for good cover, but in any case, I was hoping to find some stairs to show Rebecca a trick to avoiding splashback.

"We can't wee in 'ere, can we?", Rebecca giggled, "I've never done something like that!".
"Really?", I asked somewhat surprised, "I thought everyone had done a quick carside pee in a parking garage at some point!", I laughed.
"I have an idea", I said and moved quickly as I'd spotted a door marked "STAIRS" at the far end wall.
"What?", she asked.
"Well... Let me tell you a secret... You know how these multi-storey parking garages pretty much never have toilets? Well, they almost always have some rather secluded stairs...", I giggled and opened the door.
"What?", Rebecca laughed.
"Well, it means the staircases in parking garages are pretty much de facto public urinals", I grinned as we entered.
"See?", I immediately said, "we won't be the first tonight".

There was a fading sign of wetness on some of the steps and a wet trail running off to the side where it had formed a small puddle.

Rebecca giggled, "I had no idea people did that!"
"You're gonna be one of those people soon, come on!", I said and began ascending the stairs after quickly looking out the door to make sure no one was about to approach. Not that I imagine it would really have mattered much. Surely most people approaching a parking garage staircase in the middle of a weekend night is going in there for a wee, don't you think?
I sure knew I certainly had to pee at that point. Not "oh my god I'm gonna wet myself any second now", but enough that it was a nagging and that if you had the chance to relieve yourself, you'd definitely take it.
"I don't know...", Rebecca began as we were nearing the first landing, but interrupted herself before I had a chance to respond. Clearly she had just been hit by a new wave of desperation.
"You know what, sod it. When you gotta go you gotta go!", she giggled, "so where are we gonna do it?"
"On the stairs, silly!", I smiled, "Squat at the edge of the top step and just pee down the other steps. That's how you keep your shoes dry! And it's why stairs are perfect places for a girl to have a wee if she's caught short!", I giggled.
"Okay, here we go then...", I giggled again as we now stood at the top step getting ready to pee.

Facing the lower steps, I began easing up my dress before then lowering my panties and squatting low. Rebecca was quick to do the same.

"This is gonna feel so good", she practically moaned as she moved into a similar squat at the very edge of the top step.
"And that's pretty much all there is to it", I said and allowed my bladder to release its content.

Immediately a clear stream of urine sprung forth and began drenching the steps. Rebecca soon followed with a slow dribble of her own.

"Come on now", she said, "it's not even going down the stairs like yours and I have to go so bad", she giggled.
"Just relax, it'll come", I giggled over the sound of my own wee splashing on the lower steps.
Sure enough, a few seconds later her dribble increased in force and quickly turned into a hefty pee stream.
"Wow", I exclaimed and giggled as I couldn't keep myself from turning my head towards the sound of this second hissing.

Her stream was shooting out far enough that the first three steps right below her managed to stay almost completely dry.

"That is so much better", Rebecca moaned softly and then giggled, "looks like water". She was right. Her stream was completely transparent like mine.

I was the first to finish peeing. Clearly Rebecca had been in a much more desperate state than I. I wiggled my butt for a few seconds to get rid of the excess drops and then pulled up my panties and stood up, straightening out my dress. I stood on the landing and admired the sight of the wet streak of my urine that was quite visible on the steps below.
Meanwhile, Rebecca's stream still showed no sign of ending.

"Gosh, how much are you keeping in there?", I giggled as she was still going in full flow.
Rebecca giggled, "Told you I really needed a wee!" and continued, "honestly, this is one of the best wees ever. The relief!"
I giggled, "Nothing quite like peeing when you really have to go!"
"Finally", Rebecca exclaimed a few seconds later as the force of her stream began to decrease.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone pee that much. Not even myself and I can hold quite a lot", I grinned as she pulled up her panties.
"Yeah that was quite extraordinary", Rebecca said and paused while straightening out her dress.
"Look at what you did!", I said.

Again, very visible streak of pee on the steps, but also a very sizeable puddle at the bottom where Rebecca's wee had pooled.

"Let's get the hell out of here before anyone catches us because that sure doesn't look innocent!", I giggled and we hurried down the stairs, having to take a big step to avoid stepping in our (mostly Rebecca's) pee.
"I can't believe we just did that", Rebecca giggled as we braved the door and entered the garage again.
"Like you said, when you gotta go, you gotta go!", I laughed with her.

Just then, we noticed three girls, probably early 20s, walking very hastily in our direction.

"Come on!", the one in the lead said.
"Amanda, there are people around!", one of the other girls spoke.
"So we can just pee in the stairwell, it's no biggie!", the leading girl responded.
Just then, Rebecca turned her head towards them and said loudly, "Don't worry, it's no longer occupied!" and then burst into a fit of giggles.
"You hear that?", the leading girl said to her two friends and laughed.

We saw them enter the stairwell and then we quickly left in order not to miss our train. We made it home without additional pee stops, but if this night was any indication, I doubt this will end up being the only time I'm doing a drunken wee in public with Rebecca.

 

Edited August 11, 2018 by somedood123

[hentaixt 1,580]

(bit of 4th wall, I'd used this idea for an art piece ages ago... now I'm making it a story)

Dear Wet Carpet,

I decided to take my young daughter shopping in the old district today. There are several shops there that sell antiquities and other finery that I enjoy viewing even if I cannot always purchase them outright. On this particular day on of the locations had a "Everything Must Go" sign and several advertisements that indicated steep discounts on most if not all items. We entered the establishment and wandered for some time looking at the wares without much to do, several broken pieces and scratches on what remained on shelf. I was looking over an item attempting to determine the condition when my daughter quietly announced her need for the facilities. Being an in an unfamiliar location I broke away from my inspection to flag down a shop keep and inquire where that might be located.

We happened upon a girl and discretely requested our information. I was most taken aback by her brash response, "Ma'am may I inquire what you need do?"

My daughter must of been quite desperate because she embolden answered, "I need a wee, please."

The shop girl nodded and motioned to follow her, so I believed we were on our way. However as we walked, the attendant continued speaking, "You're in luck at least, if you had said something else I would've turned you away. As it goes you can see that the shop is being shuttered. The lady of the place is in such trouble that she ordered the water disabled at the start of the week and we are still open through the week's end." I was flabbergasted at the concept, but we had reached our destination by then. "If it please you, this is where we have been allowing just the ladies to do their business." At the back section of the establishment, in what appeared to be annexed display space was a large ornate area rug. The design was quite striking however it was clearly stained in many places. There was a tag attached that stated, "99% off," however no base price was given.

"You expect us to disrobe and relieve ourselves on this floor covering?"

"I'm afraid you've no other options, except to leave to the alley behind here. Terribly sorry."  My daughter was already stepping to one edge and beginning to prepare her undergarments. There was going to be no dissuading her at that point, so feeling my own want increase exponentially, I decided to acquiesce and consort with her. I carefully stepped to a corner near my daughter and began my own removal. Once properly prepared I waited for my womanly parts to release and demurely whetted the fibers below. My daughter has a hardy build and her micturition is somewhat forceful by nature, so she was covering a great deal more material than I. She was being rather rude about it as well, fidgeting this way and that and making a quite a scene. About here is when I noticed our helper had adopted a very unladylike position of remaining standing to take her respite.

While engaged in our activities, another woman stumbled into the room and was quite shocked at the spectacle, as she nearly retreated post haste... so much so that she had actually turned on heel to leave, when she froze and glanced over her shoulder one more time. Clearly mesmerized, she returned to a forward facing position and cautiously approached. Seeing that we were not going to cease or shoo her away, she wordlessly motioned to an empty and dry section. When we nodded, she quickly removed her frilly underlings and carefully lowered herself to a full seated stance with her feet planted and knees aloft. It was with little hesitation that she soon joined our queer scene and added her own effluence to the fraternization.

We each took in turn to finish, the shop girl was first and simply put her garments back in place, my daughter next seemed quite proud of the disarray she had caused. I noticed that she had not been wearing any attire under her skirt and I chastised her for it as she knows better. Once I was done, I gently wiped with a dry section and corrected my own dress. By the time I stood, our last guest was just waning and seemed quite enraptured with the experience. I finally took full stock of the ersatz lavatory in the light coming through a dingy nearby window. I immediately recognized that the colors and patterns would suit a room with currently only alabaster and in need of a treatment. I turned to the shop girl and probed her for the price, "Well my lady, back before this week that would have been quite different than now."

"Yes, I understand. I am actually interested in this and willing to make the acquisition here and now."

"Considering that we expected this to end up in the rubbish bin, I'm sure we'll take whatever you're willing to give for it."

"Very well, I will pay at the counter. You may continue to utilize it in this manner until the shop closes. Simple dry it out and have it delivered after that."

Come the following Sunday, it arrived and was placed in the room. The discoloration fit quite nicely and there were no longer any points where the original color showed. I made sure to have it aired out for the next two days before it was permanently set. My daughters, all four of them, have started to make a game out of using it and several afternoons when the ladies are over for tea, it has continued to perform the same duty in the shop for more than eight fannies simultaneously quite admirably.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sue and I live in a flat in a plush part of town with my boyfriend Mike. We are both mid to late 20s.I'm bi, he's straight. We overlook some expensive properties out the back and the view from our bedroom looks right into the back of the living room of one house opposite. Two blonde women in their late 30s - Jen and Samantha , whom we've met a few times - share the place, both successful businesswomen.

Why do I mention them? Because at night they do not always bother drawing the curtains and with the light on we can see everything. And during the summer months they often wander around with very little on, sometimes stark naked. They are both good lookers, so Mike and I find this....shall we say....interesting to observe. I guess it is a bit voyeuristic but they are the ones leaving the curtains open. It is not as if we have sneaked in there and planted hidden cameras.  

Well the other night I was in the bedroom putting some make up on - we were planning to go out which in light of what we saw next we changed our minds about. Was sitting by the window when I happened to look into their lit up living room. There seemed to be something of a party going on, because they had guests, a few guys but mostly women, many with drinks in their hands. Some had only boxer shorts or bikinis on. Others were totally naked.

Now this looked interesting, so I turned out the lights and called Mike into the room. And it looked pretty wild, with lots of laughter going on, and obvious drinking. We could see people passing round what looked like a spliff, and at one point a couple of women appeared to be snorting something off what looked like some kind of small table. Cocaine? Speed? Obviously some kind of illicit substance. Their double glazing was pretty effective and they didn't seem interested in loud music so we couldn't really hear anything, but we could tell by the visuals alone that many of them were off their faces. Was kind of interesting and amusing, and with all the nudity pretty horny too. We couldn't wrench ourselves away.

Well, to be honest we weren't really expecting what happened next but it blew our minds. Amidst much laughter Jen and Samantha - both themselves nude - were saying something to this naked guy and pointing at the wall with much laughter. We had no clue what was so funny about it - until the guy went and stood facing the wall with his dick in hand, and started pissing against it, right there in the living room! And everyone seemed to find this hilarious. Some of the women there were creased up with laughter at the sight of this guy pissing against the wall, like it was the funniest thing in the world. Must have been well shitfaced, I reckon.

Samantha then pointed amidst more laughter at the round table in the middle of the room, before climbing upon it and popping a squat there. And then she started to gleefully piss on it in front of her laughing guests. Mike and I were lost for words. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it was kind of turning me on in ways that surprised me. The whole notion of just peeing anywhere seemed rather erotic to me, I surprised myself by realising.  Mike obviously thought so too judging by the bulge I felt in his trousers as I went to stroke that area....something I often do during our voyeuristic moments. 

They were going for it as well because pretty soon Jen and a couple of other women thought it would be a great laugh to adopt a semi-squatting, hands on knees, stance right there. All three then started pissing all over the carpet!

There was another lady  a bit older, maybe about 50, whom Mike recognised as a senior managing director at his workplace and known to be a generous donor to the Tory party and a party member. She often goes to social gatherings with local Tory politicians, has attended the Tory party conference, and also at a national level has met the Prime Minister.  And there she was at this moment squatting upon an armchair, laughing as she pissed on it!

Soon after that, some spoilsport decided it would be a great idea to belatedly close the curtains so we sadly saw no more. But Mike and I could not believe what we'd seen and were pretty much lost for words at first. But I admitted it was kind of fun to watch and he admitted to being turned on by it. We both kind of envied their reckless abandon, and said so.

Well as it happened, not only was I feeling horny as fuck, but I needed to pee as well. At which revelation Mike actually suggested it would be kind of sexy if I did it right there on the floor. A surprising frisson of excitement went through me, even as part of me was stunned by the suggestion. And you know what? I chuckled a few "I can't do that's" for the sake of decorum, but I decided to do it. Right then I wanted the thrill of just peeing somewhere totally outrageous with total abandon. The very naughtiness of the idea was turning me on.

So I stepped out of my jeans and knickers and strode over to the corner of the room and popped a squat right there. There followed several seconds of the most erotic anticipation, and then I was actually doing it! Pissing right there on our own bedroom carpet! 

I'd been brought up well too, never done anything like that before, never so much as peed in the shower. And here I was - a grown woman - deliberately pissing on the bedroom carpet. The sound of it splashing down onto the fabric was brilliant. And I peed loads, creating a massive puddle slowly seeping into the carpet. Was truly superb. 

I still can't believe I actually did that.

When I was done, Mike decided to take a piss against the wall beside the wardrobe. But after what I'd just done I could hardly object. Instead I just stood and watched, enjoying the show.

Since then I have felt the desire to pee somewhere naughty again, but have so far resisted the temptation. Until now. Because although Mike is at work, typing this account has left me feeling horny as fuck. So as soon as I finish this I'm heading into the bathroom where I shall ignore the toilet completely and piss on the tiled floor instead. Lol

Sue

Ps, there is now an enormous puddle of yellow piss on the bathroom floor. Might just leave it there til Mike get's home, just to see what he says, lol.

[Bigd40 124]

Steve.....another great story! Awesome!

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I live and work in London as a top end call girl, and have a number of very wealthy clients. I go by the name Cindy. This is me.....

Truth is I enjoy sex and fetish too. Done the whole BDSM thing. And I am seriously into pissing, and things like that, and make it known to clients that I am up for it. I have quite a few who like  the occasional watersports session from time to time. I quite enjoy being peed on, and if some guy wants to piss on my ass or even in my face, if he's paid for my company, that's fine. There's one who regularly likes to piss in my face, but I don't mind. I treat him to a gleeful grin whilst he's doing it.

One time at this party I got paid by the guys so that their wives and girlfriends could enjoy the pleasure of pissing all over me. 

More often than not, though, the guys - at least the ones into pissing - prefer me to piss on them. One client's big thing is to have me squat over his face and piss in his mouth. And he drinks it! But I regard that as kind of an honour, real devotion. Some guy happy to drink my fresh hot piss.

One time these two guys paid me a huge amount of money so that they and their girlfriends could piss in my mouth. That's the one and only time I've ever drank another girl's piss. And the hiss of a girl pissing sounds surprisingly loud up close.

Another time I got paid to piss on this other call girl's face! And she was licking me as I was doing it, presumably tasting my piss with her tongue.

Anyway, when it comes to pee, I'm a no holds barred kind of girl.

And yes, I have also always been into what the pee fetish sites call "naughty peeing" - basically pissing all over the place just for kicks. 

When growing up I sometimes peed on my bedroom carpet just because I got a thrill out of it. Mum knew but wasn't bothered. She used to pee on the carpet beside the bed in her own bedroom, lol. And a couple of times that I know of, she and a couple of friends peed on the living room carpet just out of convenience. So I guess with parental examples such as that it is no surprise how I turned out, lol. 

Well, just about my favourite client is this super wealthy Russian guy who maintains a country retreat outside the city, just a modest two bedroom cottage that he bought specifically for our fun. He likes to take me there for entire weekends, with drinks laid on. Champagne and a variety of soft drinks. And basically he just likes having me piss anywhere really. I know his thing is the naughtier the better, so I try to be as outrageous as possible. 

In the living room is the plush and massively expensive carpet. I've peed on that so many times now, it stinks of piss. But he's not bothered so why should I be. I piss on the furniture too, all over the sofa and armchairs, and often get up and piss on the tables. Have peed on the bedroom carpets too, and all over the bed in the spare bedroom.  Sometimes I stand and piss against the walls too. He loves seeing me do that. Kitchen and bathroom floors also get repeatedly peed on. He joins in too of course, and by the end of a heavy weekend, there is almost literally piss everywhere! And we just walk out and leave it there.

It might well be a couple of weeks or a couple of months before our next wet weekend there. And of course the whole cottage stinks of piss. But we don't care, we just start pissing everywhere again.

He is by a long way my kinkiest and most extreme naughty pissing client. Most watersports fans are more into the golden shower gig, pissing on each other in the bath and all that. But there have been a few others who had me piss in unorthodox places. One guy's big thing is to lay underneath this large glass table in his living room, watching from below as I squat upon it and start pissing. I like to make sure I am very full-bladdered for that one, not just so he gets his money's worth, but also because my pee covers the surface and starts flowing off the edges onto the carpet. He doesn't seem to mind. 

Another client one time wanted to film me taking a piss on the back seat of his car. So I did. 

Another client - after a few too many drinks - thought it would be a great idea if we both pissed the bed together. We later had sex in that pissy bed, before managing to sleep in it.

Most of the naughty peeing takes place at other people's places, usually the male clients'. I mean - my younger carpet pissings notwithstanding - I live in an expensive luxury flat now and don't want to fuck it up. But money talks, so if the price is right....well carpets can be replaced can't they? Because one time this billionaire dude from America with his wife and her friend - all from Texas - paid me a small fortune just so the women -  very refined and good looking and in their 40s - could piss on my living room carpet!

Was  weird watching two older women gleefully pissing on my carpet. Reminded me of mum, lol. But was kind of fun to watch.

Cindy

[spywareonya 37,961]

@steve25805

You have this incredible imagination, AND you are so nice when writing, I almost forget I am reading something actually written by somebody who is not the character starring in the story

I have had uncountables orgasms to these stories, and I really love this thread...

Thank you Steve, thank you for everything

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am an older lady in my late 40s.

This is me relaxing on holiday in the Caribbean...

I think I still look pretty good.

I am the CEO of a large multinational, and a very wealthy lady.  I have worked very hard getting to where I am and have constantly had to repress my desires and inner wildness in the interests of my career. Have constantly had to be the respectable lady keeping up appearances. But there has always been this repressed wild streak in me, yearning for release, another "me" that does not want to be constrained by conformity.

When a lot younger I found some aspects of pee porn appealing on the internet. Videos of guys and ladies just peeing anywhere without giving a damn appealed to my inner desire not to be a conformist, to not give a fuck. A part of me envied their freedom and abandon as they peed on the floor or the furniture with grins on their faces. I envied them.

In another alternative reality life I could easily have been one of those porn performers, paid to pee all over the place and enjoying it.

But in my current existence I have to stay pretty buttoned up. I have to keep up appearances for so much of the time.

So when I get home I have this thing, I go into total "don't give a fuck, piss anywhere" mode sometimes. It is such a release - and so utterly exhilarating - just to squat right there in the living room because it's easier, and piss on the carpet in front of the couch. And I get an erotic kick out of it just because it is just so damned outrageously naughty. If I need to go in the middle of the night, I'll generally just crouch down beside the bed and pee right there on the bedroom carpet. It's just so convenient, and I love the freedom and release from everyday conformity.

I think nothing of peeing on the kitchen floor and just leaving it there without a care to be cleaned up later. Bathroom floor too. It is so amusingly erotic - and a massive "fuck you" to all behavioural conventions - to ignore the toilet that is right there and just piss on the floor in front of it. Then just walk away and leave it.

I have a spare bedroom with a double bed in it. Sometimes just for the sheer hell of it I go in there and squat upon the middle of that bed and piss on it. Then I just leave it to eventually dry on it's own. No one else ever goes in there anyway.

Taking my cue on this from porn, I occasionally squat upon a table and piss on it. A few times I decided it would be interesting just to piss on the sofa. Once I had a go at standing and pissing against the living room wall. Managed to spray the wall but rather more flowed down my legs actually.

Takes a lot of effort keeping the place from smelling all pissy. Which is why I pay a cleaner very well, someone I managed to find on the internet who is into pee. She's about 40 herself and from a poor background yet earns a fortune from me for her services. I also spend a small fortune supplying her with febreeze, lol. And she gets to pee anywhere anytime too. I've seen her doing it. Only yesterday I walked in on her pissing in the corner of the living room on the carpet. She just smiled and said hi and carried on pissing. We understand each other pretty well.

I know this surgeon and nurse couple whom I met on a pee fetish site - he's in his mid 40's and she's about 33. Sometimes they travel to spend the weekend at mine, where they have carte blanche to piss almost anywhere. It is highly erotic for me to see this guy standing in my living room and pissing against the wall, or out into the middle of the room all over the carpet. And to be able to gaze at his pissing dick as he is doing it.

I don't generally have lesbian tendencies, but it is quite erotic to see her piss on the floor or all over the furniture. One time she took the liberty of getting up and pissing on my bed. And something else her husband loves watching her do is stand astride the living room coffee table and pee on it. Done that a few times myself actually. Very exhilarating.

One time, both she and I squatted upon the large glass dining room table pissing on it. Whilst her husband lay underneath masturbating.

I have always kept this naughty and wild side to me a secret from the wider public. A woman in my position cannot be too careful. But I've made my wealth, so if it all goes pair shaped, I won't starve. And I am just too damned tired of pretending anymore. So hence my picture. If words gets out about me, I don't care anymore.

Hence me sharing with this magazine.

[nopjans 1,178]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I recently discovered how much fun it is to pee in unusual places. A few internet searches led me to you, and I've found out that I'm not alone in my interest. You've published some very hot letters from uninhibited women, and it's inspired me to share my story. 

A few months back, my boyfriend Ben took me to spend the weekend at his family's cabin. He told me it was up in the mountains and pretty remote from anything else. It would be a lot like a camping trip, he said, except we didn't have to bother with tents. I don't have tons of experience camping, but I'm open to trying just about anything at least once. So, we get in his car and drive up into the mountains. After a few hours of driving, we're pretty deep into the woods, driving on dirt roads, without any signs of civilization. I'm getting a little anxious, but then we hit a clearing, and Ben announces we've arrived.

I followed Ben about 200 yards into the woods, and suddenly I'm looking at this gorgeous jewel of a lake. I don't think I've ever seen water that blue in real life before. Nestled in the trees is a small log cabin. I mean, it was tiny! I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't that! I thought maybe it was optical illusion because of all the giant trees in the forest but nope! When we started unloading the supplies from the car, and I saw the inside, all I saw was one cozy room with a bed, a table and chairs, and a small wood-burning stove. 

"Hey, where's the bathroom? I've really got to pee," I asked. 

Ben shrugged. "You can really go anywhere you feel like up here."

"Fine," I said and started walking off to look behind the cabin, figuring there might be an outhouse or something back there. "If you're not going to tell me, I'll find it myself."

"No, seriously! There's no bathroom up here. We just go off into the woods and take care of business." He later told me that he found the skepticism on my face at that moment really adorable. "You've never peed outside before?"

"Of course I have, but not if I could help it." 

He unzipped his pants then took out his cock and pissed against a tree. "It's really no big deal." The sight and sound of him casually directing his stream over the tree trunk only intensified my own need. And it kind of turned me on! 

There wasn't much use in arguing, and there weren't any alternatives, so I pulled down my jeans and panties and squat down. It took a bit, but once I relaxed, I was able to pee there on the ground. Squatting there with my lower body naked, piss streaming from my pussy into the dirt, I opened my eyes and took in the scene of the trees, plants, the lake. A jolt ran through my spine and I suddenly felt connected to nature in a way I didn't know was possible. At that moment, I imagined I was an earth goddess replenishing the land with her body's water popped. I know that's a little weird, hey, that's what I thought of.

I won't bore you with a recap of everything we did up by the lake that day, but at one point I jokingly said that I was afraid of wild animals coming in the night. Maybe, I suggested, we should pee everywhere so we could to scare them off. Ben thought that was a great idea! Over the next several hours, we drank lots of water and beer, hiked around the lake, and had a grand time spreading our scent all over the woods. We started a game. Whenever we had to pee, we had to find something new to piss on. I loved seeing things change color and darken as our streams christened the landscape. By the end of the day our dozens of boulders, trees, ferns, bushes, shrubs, and wildflowers were covered and dripping with our piss.

Ben was definitely turned on by the whole thing and so was I. We had seriously amazing sex back in the cabin and then collapsed exhausted in the bed.

In the middle of the night, a huge storm rolled in. The howling winds and rain lashing against the cabin's roof and walls woke us up. That old cabin was really well built, though. Despite the storm's obvious intensity, we were still warm and dry within. 

Now that I was awake, I was aware of the pressure in my bladder. "Hey, I'm sorry but I've really got to pee now and I'm not going out in that," I told Ben. "What should I do?"

"Yeah, ok. Could you pee in your water bottle?"

I rejected that idea. The opening was too small and my stream was too unpredictable. Besides, I needed to drink out of that bottle the rest of the weekend! After a few other suggestions were shot down, Ben seemed exasperated. "I don't care," he said. "Piss on the floor."

I jumped out of bed an tiptoed across the pitch-dark room to the corner and squat down. I wasn't sure if the buzz I felt was from the naughty thrill I felt just pissing on the floor or from anticipating the relief I was about to feel. When I started peeing, I heard the pee hitting something other than the wooden floor, and remembered Ben had thrown his sweatshirt there when he took it off. Oh well, the deed was done! I pissed in the corner for about thirty seconds, surely leaving that sweatshirt a soaking mess. I felt around my feet to make sure I didn't stand up and walk through the puddle, and found that one of the arms of the sweatshirt had been out of the line of fire. I used that previously unmarred sleeve to wipe my pussy clean then ran back into the warm bed. I fell asleep again quickly, even as I was now aware of new desires that had been awoken within me.

It might be tame compared to some other stories you've published, but I'm just getting started!

Best wishes,
Valerie D.

[wetwulf 3,322]

22 hours ago, nopjans said:

It might be tame compared to some other stories you've published, but I'm just getting started!

Ohhh, I really hope Valerie tells us more!

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

Just a short one.

I run a glamour modelling agency with my wife.

These are three of our sexiest girls....

They've just spent an evening at ours drinking fine champagne which we supplied for free. And pretty much spent it regularly pissing on our bed for our viewing pleasure.  The mattress was soaked through, with pee dripping from the underside onto the carpet. Watching each of these girls squatting upon our bed and gleefully pissing there was sexy as fuck.

Later, my wife and I took turns pissing all over them in the living room.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Annabel and I am 42 years old. I must admit that I was never really big on the whole pissing thing, though when growing up I peed on the bedroom carpet a couple of times out of pure laziness. But what I have been doing occasionally lately has given me something of a naughty buzz. So I went online to see if there were others with similar tales and stumbled upon your magazine. Have accepted a month's free trial subscription. And some of the things some of the ladies admit to getting up to are fucking outrageous, lol.

Anyway, I have met and now live with this great guy called Pete who divorced his wife for cheating on him. She ran off with some other bloke.

Problem is his 18 year old daughter, Kim. She simply refuses to accept that the break up was her mum's fault and insists upon blaming me. My attempts at friendliness have been constantly rebuffed, and met with nothing but hostility and contempt. Furthermore, she has this mangy mutt for a pet and it's definitely a case of pet's being like their owners. Because that fucking dog doesn't like me either, forever growling at me.

Well one day recently I was home alone and needing to pee, and running my resentment at her behaviour towards me through my mind. And just felt that I wanted to hit back somehow and not constantly be Mrs Nice and making the effort for Pete. Some sort of quiet revenge that would piss her off without her knowing it was me. And her mutt is of an age now where he occasionally leaves a random puddle. So this naughty idea occurred to me.

I walked right past the bathroom - needed a pee but had no intention of using the toilet this time - and let myself into Kim's bedroom. In there I strode over towards the bed. Then I unzipped my jeans and lowered both them and my knickers down below my knees as I crouched down into a squat right there beside her bed . And then I started pissing right there on the carpet. A very long hissy piss which made a rather large puddle. It was most satisfying. Yet also surprisingly erotic. The sound of pee hitting carpet was quite arousing. And the very idea of me - a grown woman of 42 - squatting and pissing on someone's carpet quite deliberately was actually quite a buzz. Got a bit of a kick out of it to be honest.

And it worked perfectly. She thought the dog did it, lol.

Since then, I don't do it too often lest I arouse her suspicions, but every now and again I go in there and have another piss on her carpet. I enjoy it on both a revenge and an erotic level. There is something quite arousing about just peeing on the floor on purpose.

Well today I did something even more outrageous. I got up onto her bed, lowered my jeans and knickers, and squatted there having a piss. So yes, I actually pissed on her bed! And thoroughly soaked the sheets and the mattress. I also liked the way my yellow piss pooled around my feet, as I peed far faster than the bed could absorb it. I found all this quite surprisingly erotic, so much so that I afterwards went into my bedroom to rub one out.  And the beauty of it is she never noticed until she was getting into bed. At which point I heard her cursing and loudly chastising the fucking dog, lol

So very satisfying.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear wet Carpet

My friend Clare and I are in our late 20s now and have been drinking buddies since we were first able to get served in pubs. My name is Laura, by the way.

And you know how it is. Loads of drinking means loads of pissing, and when drunk neither of us really gave a fuck. In fact we both kind of acted as encouragement to each other.

We'd do things like deliberately pee on the floor in pub toilet cubicles just for a laugh, or piss in empty beer glasses. If the pub was crowded we'd been known to piss on the carpet under the table. And we'd think nothing of pissing on public pavements in full public view, waving at the passing cars as we squatted when enthusiastic male drivers honked their horns. 

I guess we got a thrill out of it all along, but only really did it when drunk and for quite a while we were convinced it was only because we were drunk. 

Then one morning feeling hungover at my place - Clare stayed the night - we laughed as so often at the previous night's outrageous pissings. Which included pissing in some beer glasses, on a pavement beside a busy street, and on the carpet beside a slot machine. Back at mine - by which time we were well drunk - we decided it would be a laugh to ignore the toilet, with me pissing in the shower and Clare using the sink.

We had the idea of going online to look for drunken girls peeing to see if there were others as bad as us. We actually discovered that there was a whole niche involving girls doing this sort of thing for pleasure, and not only outdoors in pubs, but indoors on carpets and all sorts. It was only now that we actually acknowledged to each other that maybe we got a buzz out of it too. We admitted that this stuff was turning us on - so much so that we both decided - even though sober - that it would be fun to go piss all over my kitchen floor! We fell about laughing mopping that up afterwards. 

We got more into it and discovered this magazine and subscribed - with it's awesome true confessions - and even pics - of ladies of all ages pissing everywhere. We sought out vids occasionally, including several featuring this girl pissing on the carpet or the furniture in hotel rooms. Fucking brilliant.

Occasionally - at Clare's place or mine - we'd both piss on the kitchen and bathroom floors just for the hell of it. One guy once let us piss on his bedroom carpet. That was fucking awesome. We don't really like the idea of fucking our own place up though.

One time at this party, Clare and I sneaked into this empty bedroom and peed on the bed there just for a laugh.

Last night though we did something outrageous in a black cab taxi. We both needed to pee quite badly - no idea why we didn't just piss in the street beforehand as so often before. Anyway we were flirting with the taxi driver, going on about our need to pee too, and suggesting he might like to watch. He was well up for just that actually, the perv. So I jokingly suggested he'd get a good view in his rear view  mirror if he let us piss on the floor of his cab. Incredibly, he actually told us to go right ahead! So with a brief sidelong grin at each other, Clare and I sat forward on the front edge of the back seat, opened our legs after hoisting our short skirts, and pulled our knickers aside in tandem. And then we actually started pissing all over the floor of his cab, giggling like schoolgirls as it loudly splashed down. It was fucking brilliant. The driver spent more time looking in his rear view mirror than he did watching where he was going. He was more interested in where WE were going toilet, lol. We must have peed for nearly a minute and the floor of his cab was totally flooded, piss everywhere. It was incredibly exhilarating. 

We rode the rest of the way back to mine in a taxi whose floor was covered in our piss. The driver even let us off the fare and thanked us for the show, lol.

Back at my place we had some more drinks and got pretty well steamed. We must have been very drunk because we both decided it would be a laugh to piss on each other in the  kitchen, lol. We left that mess til this morning to clear up.

Laura

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

This is my 40 year old wife....

During the night if she needs to pee - especially during the cold months of winter - she is often too lazy to go to the toilet. Instead she just pees on the carpet beside the bed. She's always done it. She thinks nothing of it. 

A few times in the living room she's been too lazy to go upstairs to the bathroom, and just peed right there on the living room carpet too. Like it's the most natural and normal thing in the world.

I love her for it of course.

 

[Alfresco 11,610]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I love reading the letters here, but sadly don't get much experience of seeing women peeing in naughty places in real life.  However, this changed last weekend and I can't get it out of my mind, so I felt the need to share with someone.

My girlfriend, Tanya, and I went to a party that one one of Tanya's friends, Fiona, was hosting.   We had to travel a fair way to get there, so I was concerned that it meant I couldn't drink as we would have to drive back.  However, Tanya arranged with Fiona that we would be able to stay there overnight.   It was a 21st  birthday party for Fiona's daughter, Isabelle and most of the guests were Isabelle's direct family and college friends, but Fiona had invited us as we were good family friends.  The main focus of the party was a BBQ in the garden and as more alchol was consumed there started to be a queue for the toilet.  

At one point, my wife and I were stood in the queue for the downstairs toilet off the hallway when two girls in their early 20's were in front of me.  One of them was holding her crotch and saying that she couldn't wait.  The other girl said "It's OK, you can go before me".    There were still two others in front of them when the desperate girl let out a brief squeal followed by a quiet "I leaked a bit!   This isn't going to work".  She clamped her legs shut and thrust her hand further into her crotch, but very quickly, she squealed again and whilst I tried to feign disinterest, I surreptitiously looked in her direction and noticed droplets of pee running down the inside of her legs from under her short skirt.  "Sod it" she said to her friend "This is going to happen anyway, so I may as well save my clothes".  She bobbed down to the floor and pulled the back of her skirt away from her.  Instantly, we heard the splattering of pee impacting the hallway carpet and as her pressure built, a hissing sound developed.   By now, others in the queue had noticed and all eyes were on this girl, who was now covering her fallen face with her left hand whilst keeping her skirt out of the way with her right hand.   The hallway fell silent as everyone stared in disbelief.  This only served to amplify the hissing and splashing as the puddle spread across the carpet between the girl's feet and started soaking into the thirsty fibres.   The girl kept peeing for about 40 seconds, after which her face had turned bright red.  As she finished, she stood up and in typical English fashion, nobody in the queue said a word about what they had just witnessed.   The embarrassed girl made a dash for the door and made her exit closely followed by her friend.

Later in the evening, as darkness started to fall, we noticed that quite a few of the student aged party goers were disappearing behind the shed for short intervals.   I could only guess that they were avoiding the toilet queue and taking the speedy option of outdoor relief.  At one point, I excused myself from my wife, saying that I was going to water a tree.  I walked past the shed and glanced to the right to see behind it as I went past.  I was rewarded with the sight of four bare bottoms and streams falling from below onto the ground.  I also noticed quite a few tissues lying around on the ground in the vicinity.

After finding my own relief behind a tree, I returned to my wife and she was looking very disgruntled.   "It's ok for you," she exclaimed, "I've got to go and stand in that dammed queue now".   I told her about the girls behind the shed and she almost considered it, but she was worried about being caught by Fiona or being ridiculed by the younger guests.   I told her to come with me for a walk and we headed to the very bottom of the garden, where we found that a low fence created a secluded part of the garden where the compost heap was located.   "There you go - they say urine is a good activator for compost, go ahead".   Tanya didn't need any further encouragement and quickly squatted in a high squat over the edge of the compost, flipped up her skirt and jetted a laser stream into the heap.  She went for ages and was much relieved.   She asked me for a tissue, which I didn't have, so I offered her my handkerchief, which she used and I then returned it to my pocket, slightly damp.

As the party wound down, people drifted off and by 1am there was just Tanya, myself and Fiona's immediate family left.  Fiona directed the various members of family that were staying to various rooms, but then directed us to an old caravan parked to the side of the house.  Tanya was not impressed, but at least it was a place to get some kip.   One end of the caravan was made up as a double bed and Fiona had had the foresight to make it up with sheets, pillows and a duvet, but Tanya still felt like we were getting the raw end of the deal.  Anyway, we went into the caravan and started to get ourselves sorted, then once we were organised, Tanya said she needed to pee before going to bed, so she was just going to nip back into the house.  I agreed and we went to the back door, but found it locked, so we went round the front and found that whilst the door to the porch was unlocked, the inner door was locked solid.  "Bastards!", Tanya said, uncharacteristically, partly through being annoyed and partly from being drunk.   "Where do they expect us to pee if we can't get in the house?"  I said she could always use the compost heap again, but Tanya said she wasn't trekking all the way down the garden in the dark at 1:30am and she wasn't about to squat on the front drive where she could be seen from the road.   Instead, she pulled me into the porch and pushed the door almost closed behind her, then she hitched up her skirt and squatted low over the door mat that was just inside the porch door.  She was quickly pouring out her golden liquid onto the mat, somewhat unsteady on her feet, almost falling over into the wall.  "That's what they get for locking us out", she said, as she continued to complain about our treatment.   I couldn't believe that my mild mannered wife was resorting to this and I have to admit that my dick was stirring, giving me a boner in my jeans as I took in the the sheer naughtiness of my wife squatted there watering the mat.   When she finished, she stood up she grabbed the bottom of a coat hanging in the porch and used it to wipe herself.   Of course, I still needed to pee, but my boner wasn't helping, so we made our escape and I ended up peeing on the gravel driveway by the caravan door.

We went back inside the caravan and stripped off to go to bed and slept reasonably - the bed was actually quite comfortable.  However, about 4am, I was awakened by Tanya fidgeting.  "What's the matter?"  "I really need to pee!  I know the door is locked and it is freezing.  I really don't want to go outside"  I told her that she really didn't have much option as we didn't have a bucket or anything, so outside would have to work.   "Well I'm not going outside naked and I really can't be arsed to get dressed just to go for a pee"   A further pause and then "Fuck it, I have to go"   She climbed to the end of the bed to get out but then she surprised me for the second time that night as she stayed sat on the end of the bed for minute - I thought she was weighing up the odds of getting caught if she went out naked or whether she should put some clothes on and was just going to suggest wrapping herself in a towel when I heard a soft pattering, followed by a hiss and then a thundering blast.  She was peeing right there in the caravan and bathing the old carpet with her golden rain.   "Tanya!!"   I exclaimed.  "What?" She asked.  "I'm not going outside, the carpet is old and stained anyway and I bet they hardly use this caravan.   It will be dry before they realise"   I felt my cock rising again and knew that I was seriously turned on by the concept of my demure wife voiding herself all over the carpet.   I was looking right at her - the view from behind being of her beautiful silhouetted sumptuously curved derriere tapering into her narrow waist and then curving outwards again up her back.  Whilst taking in the view I was continuing to enjoy the sound of her blasting the carpet until it fell back to a gentle patter and a final few spurts before she turned and crawled back up the bed, tits swaying under her.   As she crawled into the duvet, my right hand strayed between her legs and found a soft wetness which was more than just pee and I knew that she had really enjoyed her naughty peeing exploits......

Looking forward to what may develop in future,

Brian.

Edited September 12, 2018 by Alfresco

[nopjans 1,178]

What a delightful contribution, @Alfresco!

[hentaixt 1,580]

I know it has been awhile since I wrote here the first time, but something finally happened again. I'm the guy asked about inheriting a step-sister and shoveling the snowy drive way, hopefully you all remember that.
Anyway, we are both in college now and I will get to the new incident. We were finishing dinner the other night and my moms were being a little flirty, so that may be what started it this time. Sis got up from the table and took her plate to the sink and as she passed back through the dining room made one of her off-color remarks, "I got an oral speech tomorrow and need to practice, so I'm going to be exercising my throat all night. If you bring me something to drink later, I'll let you COME in my room." Now, I think you can tell what she was hinting at me providing her in that comment. Normally I would just play it off and ignore her entirely, but her room is off-limits to me entirely. I've barely seen in it even in passing, she keeps the door shut and locked and barely slips through when she enters or exits. So I thought to myself that this was a good opportunity.
I finished eating and took my plate to the kitchen as well, grabbed what was left of the gallon of water from the fridge and headed to my room to down it and work on my homework. The water didn't last long, the more I drank my mind kept churning over what I was about to do. This was no fluke this time, it was deliberate and planned. I was taking the "bait" so to speak and knew what was going to go down. YES, I realize that is a bad pun. I could not focus on my own work, but did not want to seem too eager. After about an hour and half, the water had been gone awhile and my bladder was pressure full. I nervously stepped out of my room and down the hall. My moms were on the sofa with something on the TV, but they were busy feeling each other up. I guess they figured we were busy and would not disturb them. I took a couple of deep breaths as I stood in front of her door and knocked lightly. Not waiting for a reply I tried the handle and it gave under normal pressure, and I stepped inside.
I was immediately struck by the decor, punk, pop, porn, pink, purple, and piss. Yeah, I think she pees in her room. I am pretty sure that is why she never leaves it unlocked. Anyway, as I was taking in my surroundings, I hear, "Hey Squirt! So you're going to help me huh?" I only nodded. "Alright, well plop down on the bed and here." She tossed me a stop-watch. "This thing's supposed to be between 2:00 and 2:45. Let's get started." I sat down and she pointed at me to start the watch. The first run was 0:45, flat. We tried it again, and this time going slower she managed 1:23. "Shit!! They say you can get over your nerves if you picture the audience naked. My imagination sucks, so strip!" At this point she dashes over and literally takes my shirt off and goes for my pants after. In nothing flat my boxers and pants are at my ankles and I'm back on the bed, just about naked. She starts the speech again and I can see her staring at my dick the whole time and my dick is responding. This time she managed 1:54. "GRRRR!!! Fine you little twerp, see if you last any longer!!" She takes the stopwatch from, resets the time, and immediately starts giving me a blowjob... aggressively. She is rolling her tongue over my head as she bobs up and down, sucking on the tip, then slamming all the way to the back of her throat. I could feel her uvula drag against my head before pushing against the back and curving down. Her tongue licked my shaft while she was jacking me with her hand and then right back in her mouth it went. I think the only reason I did not pop was my full bladder, but eventually I couldn't last and exploded in her mouth. She swallowed all of it, with her lips touching my balls.
She cleaned me up and then looked at the time on the watch, it was 3:00. "Fine you little fuck, you proved me wrong... I guess I have to give you a reward." With that she took off her shirt, popped her bra and tossed in my face. She just stood there in front of me playing with them. She is well endowed, the bra tag was 34FF.  She knelt down again and told me to stand up. "So's my drink ready yet?" Of course after cumming and still being full I was ready to go, but the setting was so bizarre the more I concentrated, the harder it was to get started. She reached up with her hand and just held my dick while lightly stroking the head. It was far more effective than expected. I started with a few drips that she licked up, then I had to push a bit out before the gate went full bore. She greedily drank from my dick like a straw again; I could actually feel her sucking it out of me. It was strangely satisfying. After a bit she took it out of her mouth and let me take it in hand. I soaked her breasts and her face; she acted like she was in the shower, splashing and rubbing herself down. When I started to wane again it went back in her mouth and she swallowed me dry. She stood up drenched in my pee and pushed me back to sitting on the bed. She tossed the watch at me again and said, "You pee like you fuck, long and hard. I feel really good wet like this and you peed for 1:40 if you look at the watch. Let's run through the speech one more time." We did just that and she got it perfect, 2:20; no long pauses and not too rushed. "So they were wrong, it isn't imagining the audience naked. You should imagine yourself naked in front of the audience. She lifted her left breast and licked some urine still dripping off it. "Alright, since you helped me out you get one more prize." She began unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs. As she stepped out of them she said, "Point to where you want to see me piss. LITERALLY anywhere but my posters, porn, or TV." I quickly looked around the room; I was sitting on the bed, so I eliminated that. There was a pile of lingerie in one corner, so I pointed there.
When I looked back at her she was totally naked, her pussy was shaved, she had a piercing in her clit, and her slit was the smallest I had ever seen. Actually it was the ONLY one I'd seen in person so, there is that. I expected her to walk over to the pile of bras and panties, but she came and stood right in front of me. She bent slightly at her knees and pulled up on the ring. In milliseconds she was shooting a clear stream across her room to hit the undies. I could not decide to stare at the source or the destination, but she fixed that for me. I watch her buck and sway in her stance and then darted my eyes to see the stream jump and dance. She was doing her best to cover everything in there. After a time I think she got bored, because she pushed me over and turned to bring her strike down directly on her pillow, standing at the end of her bed, peeing on her pillow. Her flow stalled and ended soon after that. She ran her hand over herself down there and licked it clean. Locking onto my dick again with her eyes, "Hard again, huh?"
"Actually I really need to pee again..."
"FINE! YOU BETTER be ready." She turned and guided the head of my dick into her butt. It was warm like her mouth but tighter and maybe my dick was getting used to the sensation, because my pee released with no effort. So yeah, we were both naked, basically both sitting on the end of her bed, and I was urinating in my step-sister's ass. I stood her up so I could stand and feel a bit more natural, she moaned and grunted as I filled her up. She was folded at the hips and I was really surprised there was no back flow. When I was done, I slide out and two tiny drops fell. She turned around and sucked my dick clean again, totally non-sexually. Then she grabbed me by the arm and threw me out her door, I heard it lock behind me, and she kept my shirt.

I am totally happy and really confused at this point. She doesn't make as many jokes at me anymore, but she has made some motions to pantomime a blowjob when our moms are not looking. Otherwise it's like it never happened.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Donna, and I suppose I better start from the beginning.

When I was a kid I hung around with this boy called Andy, and we did the whole you show me yours and I'll show you mine thing. This included him wanting to watch me pee. He told me to do it there in his bedroom, and doing it there on his carpet seemed amusing and fun in a childish kind of way.

I was at that time in my life incapable of really understanding why, but I found I quite liked doing it, so peed in my own bedroom carpet a couple of times. But when my mum found it she went ape shit, going on about what a filthy, disgusting little bitch I was.

Still, at least she noticed me for once. Most of the time my parents didn't seem to give a shit about me. I felt unloved, and when I hit my teenage years I went seriously off the rails, with under age drinking, pot-smoking, sex,  and hanging out with the wrong crowd. I preferred guys to girls - especially older ones - who were often a bad influence and willing to take advantage.

I got into the habit of exchanging sex for drink or drugs and was always off my face. Half the time I never went home, and when I did I was usually drunk. Then one day when I was 16 and still - nominally - at school, though I rarely went anymore, I got home drunk and......Well I suppose in my drunken state, earlier memories of carpet pissings got mixed up with a desire to symbolically demonstrate my contempt for my cold and distant parents and their beloved home, which they seemed to love far more than me. They were in bed when I stumbled in. So I headed into the living room and squatted there in front of the coffee table. And basically just peed on the carpet.

This was the last straw for my parents. When my mum found it she called me a dirty bitch and threw me out. I was on the streets.

I had to learn to grow up fast. And I realised that guys were willing to buy me food, give me drink or drugs, and a roof at night, as long as I was willing to put out for them. Basically sex became something I had to sell to survive,

By the time I was 18 I was living in squats with all sorts of dubious characters, and selling sex on street corners. It was sordid and horrible and many of the guys were creeps.

But I was pretty streetwise by now, and am pretty smart in spite of everything. So I set about getting out of that situation. I hooked up with this guy who owned and ran a local gym, and he gave me a legitimate paid job as an assistant, whilst using the gym as a place to bring customers buying sexual favours, in return for him taking a cut. But I could choose whose custom I wanted now, and avoided the creeps. I also earned some ready cash by allowing the gym owner to make private porn videos featuring me.

One time after hours he wanted to film me undress, then semi-squat in the middle of the gym and pee all over the floor. I was reluctant because he was going to make me clean it up afterwards. But he was paying good money so I thought, ok, and did it. It felt so wrong, being a grown woman peeing on the floor, but that very fact made it feel quite erotic.

Fact is, I had a very high sex drive and an anything goes attitude to sex. I was as interested in porn vids as guys, and particularly enjoyed BDSM and bondage. And some of the pissing stuff. I struggled to see what people could get out of being peed on, but watching grown adults peeing all overthe place, ladies peeing on the carpet and all sorts, was kind of erotic. I associated that kind of stuff with the sort of thing kids might do, like I did. But these were grown women doing it for fun. The kind of wrongness of it made it such a turn on to see, I suppose.

I landed myself a boyfriend for a time and moved in with him. By then I was about 20. He had a thing about watching me piss. And he preferred me to do it in his shower rather than the toilet. Everyone pees in the shower anyway so I thought it no big deal. Sometimes though he got me to pee in the kitchen sink, lol. But that was cool too

But then one day when I needed to go toilet, he told me to do it right there in his living room. On the floor! Which meant on the carpet! He wanted me to do it standing up as well. My initial reaction was, "You fuck off! I'm not doing that!"

I thought, I'm not some kid anymore. Grown women do not go around pissing on people's carpets! Yet the very wrongness of it had a certain appeal, and I thought to myself that it wasn't my carpet so why should I care?

So I fucking did it! I stood naked from the waste down, legs parted and hands on hips, pissing right there on his carpet right in front of him. It was actually rather enjoyable, just being a dirty bitch and pissing all over the place like that. Very unladylike, but surprisingly good fun. I peed on his carpet quite a few more times over the following weeks, but eventually he got thrown out and we went our separate ways. His landlady was unimpressed to discover that her carpets had been repeatedly peed on, lol.

Actually, it's quite amusing that he got the rap for pissing all over the carpet, when it was actually me who'd been doing it.

I met another guy a year or so later who was into the whole golden shower scene. He loved having me piss on him. Still have no idea what he got out of it, but I found it fun in a "Fuck you!" kind of way. I got off on the idea of totally demeaning a guy by pissing on him, though the fact that he was actually enjoying it detracted from that somewhat. Wouldn't let him near me afterwards though, least not until he'd had a proper shower after my golden one. The thought of being covered in my own pee didn't really appeal. 

It was kind of fun while it lasted but we only stayed together for a few months.

By the time I was 24 I was able to get my own flat, and often picked up guys for fun. Sometimes, I'd let them watch me pee, and would squat in the shower cubicle and do it. I used to like watching guys pee too, and would sometimes hold their dicks for them.

But then, guess what happened? Who should move into one of the flats downstairs? Well none other than the boy you used to like watching me pee on his bedroom carpet when we were kids - Andy - now himself a grown man of 27, and living with his girlfriend. Was a bit awkward at first actually. 

And it was not helped by the fact that he'd befriended the guy opposite him - Rob - who lived in the flat right below mine. And Rob was kind of a friend of mine too. And - fact is - he was also a dirty bastard piss freak. He didn't know I knew at the time, but one day he neglected to close his door fully before going out. Ever the nosy bitch, I could not resist peering inside. Kind of wished I hadn't. Because there was piss on the living room coffee table and on the carpet. Dirty bastard was probably one of those pervs who buy the videos of girls pissing everywhere. Someone must do. Didn't know whether he was doing this himself or had some lady doing it in there. He was nice to me though, and I don't make judgements. And by this stage of my life I was pretty unshockable.

Anyway, one day I came home and his door was open so I went in to say hi. But he was not alone cos Andy, my childhood carpet pissing host - was there too. We got chatting together the three of us, but I badly needed the loo and said so. I lamented the fact that it would be a long wee, and therefore boring. But my eyes met Andy's and there was a spark of amusement. I smirked at him as I said, "Mind you, going toilet can be fun sometimes." He grinned coyly at that. We both knew the past we were referring too.

Rob looked at me quizzically though, wondering what interesting thing I was referencing. So I decided to tell him. I came straight out with it. "Me and Andy knew each other as kids. He used to let me pee on his bedroom carpet." Andy looked embarrassed that I'd blurted this out, which amused me. So I laughed, "Pity I'm not a kid anymore cos it used to be fun in a dirty kind of way."

Andy then pointed out how much more fun it would be now that I was an adult, and said to Rob that if he let me do it right there on the floor - the carpeted floor, lol - he'd get to watch.

My bit of flirtatious chat was leading in a very unexpected direction, especially when I looked at Rob and asked "Shall I?" And rob said "yeah ok".

So I began to undo my belt as Andy called to his girlfriend. "Clare, Donna's going to piss on the carpet."

Moments later his girlfriend Clare with a naughty smirk appeared. Clearly the notion of me peeing on carpets was no enormous surprise to her. That aspect of our past had been talked about before, obviously.

Anyway, in front of Rob, Andy, and now Clare, I lowered my jeans and knickers down to below my knees and crouched down into a squat.

And then I just started pissing right there on the carpet, a huge long hissy piss that went on forever. Made a massive puddle.

Andy then said to his girlfriend, "You wanna do it?"

She looked at Rob who eagerly okayed it. Then she lowered her jeans and panties, squat over the floor, and started gleefully pissing there as well.

Rob had an obvious boner in his pants, lol. I don't think he could believe his luck. Two ladies peeing on his carpet right in front of him.

That became the start of something new. 

After that, Rob often let me piss in his flat, often on the living room carpet, but sometimes on the bathroom or kitchen floors, or in even more adventurous places, eg squatting upon his kitchen table. A few times I did it standing up. Sometimes I pissed against his living room wall. A few times the dirty bastard had me piss on his bed, lol. A couple of times I brought female friends back with me, so we could all squat and pee on his living room carpet. He told me that Clare would sometimes knock on the door and ask if she could pee on the floor again, and he always let her.

I really let my hair down in there and peed all over the place, doing ever more outrageous and very unladylike things. Like standing astride his toilet and pissing there but with the fucking lid closed, lol. Or pissing all over his sofa. One time when he told me to piss anywhere I wanted, I opened the door to his fridge and stood there pissing in it, lol. That has got to be the most outrageous piss I have ever done, lol.

All good things must come to an end though. Eventually, the landlord discovered that Rob's flat was stinking of piss, and he got evicted. I remember the landlord expressing his utter disgust to me, wholly unaware of the fact that it had been mostly me doing the pissing, lol. And the girl downstairs. And a few of my friends occasionally.

Since then I have hooked up with the occasional pee freak. Currently, now aged 30, I live with this guy who likes having me pee on the carpet beside his bed. And since he owns his own home, he is not going to be evicted for letting me do it. Nor for having me hold his dick whilst he pees against the bedroom wall, lol.

Donna

 

 

[steve25805 125,811]

This is an idea I've had brewing for a little while - an imaginary letter from @Sophie to Wet Carpet magazine, incorporating factual elements  into one of my stories featuring an imaginary scenario in which she pees at my place. I hope you are ok with this, Sophie. If not, I will delete it immediately if you request that and apologise for my presumptuousness, but I think  - and hope - you will like it.....

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sophie and I am in my 20s and work in a respectable job teaching in a school. But in my private life I am into pee, and am lucky enough to have a great husband who enjoys me doing it. 

Like for example the time he filmed me peeing all over our kitchen floor. Which I rather considerably enjoyed once I got started.

I am also a moderator - the only female one, the other three are guys - on a pee fetish forum where people submit stories, true confessions, post pics or simply post links to videos, and generally chat about the fetish and lots of other stuff too. There is a real sense of community there, which I love. Peefans.com, if any of your readers want to check us out.

One of the other mods there, steve25805, has always had a thing about ladies peeing in naughty places. Quite a few of the members have, actually. But Steve in particular has sometimes engaged in slightly flirtatious conversations with me, including open invitations to pee on the floor at his place, lol. More specifically, he wants me to pee on his living room carpet and apparently has a thing about that.

I find the idea of peeing on someone's carpet outrageously naughty and a bit of a turn on but would never do it on my own. Or on anyone else's, least not unless they wanted me to. Well, at Steve's suggestion once I did buy a piece of offcut carpet and peed on that a couple of times, but never on the living room or bedroom carpets or anything outrageous like that. It's the mess afterwards that would have to be dealt with, and probably couldn't be without replacing the carpets, which is the issue. 

Still, some of Steve's suggestions have been pretty fruitful, and my husband appreciates them. Because he gets to enjoy the show, lol. Like the time I got up and peed on the kitchen table. 

In the form of light-hearted - almost fantasy - erotic chat, Steve has repeatedly let it be known that I'd be welcome to visit anytime and pee on his living room carpet. That's his thing, you see. He loves the idea of ladies peeing on his living room carpet for some reason, and doesn't seem too concerned about the mess. But although his open invitation was just flirtatious fantasy, I always got the impression that it was a serious one at that same time. That if I really did visit him - he lives hundreds of miles away - he really would let me actually pee on his carpet if I wanted to. I founnd that realisation slightly erotic - that there is some guy there willing to let me do that.

My husband of course knows about my membership and moderation of peefans. He enjoys me peeing anyway, so it is not as if I have to hide it from him. He knows about my occasional flirtatious comments and suggestions with some of the members, including Steve.

Well the day was approaching when I was actually going to be in Steve's home town for a couple of days, attending some sort of conference related to work.  My husband and I joked about the notion of me telling Steve and taking him up on his offer of letting me pee on his carpet. Wasn't actually going to do it though, because apart from anything else, letting some other guy watch me pee is kind of unfaithful to my chap. Plus I'd probably get pee shy anyway, because I'd never actually met Steve in the flesh. 

But my husband actually surprised me by giving me the go ahead if I wanted to. If it was just a case of me peeing with some guy watching -and in no way touching - he was ok with it. Partly because he wanted me to get Steve to take a pic of me doing it, so he could view it later! Lol

Wasn't sure if I really wanted to do it. After all, however much I flirted on the forum about such things, the only guy I ever really pee in front of is my husband. Wasn't sure if I could - or even wanted to - pee in front of some other random guy who was in any case twice my age. Yes, Steve is a lot older than me. 

And yet, on some level the very eroticism involved appealed to me. The knowledge that I actually could - if I really wanted to - get to enjoy squatting in the middle of someone's living room and peeing on their carpet - all entirely guilt free because they wanted me to do it and my husband was cool with it too- floated my boat a little bit.

So in the end I actually told Steve about being in his home town soon. Cue lots of flirtatious chat about me doing something very unladylike on his living room floor, lol. And well, we actually ended up agreeing to meet in a pub that he suggested near our conference venue, where we could have a few drinks and see how we got along. Wasn't promising anything.

Well the day came and we met up, and yeah he was a lot older than me and was clearly nervous at first, but after a drink or two and he loosened up he had a good line in banter and was quite funny when he wanted to be. We soon hit it off, and before long were chatting as easily - and openly - in real life as we did online. I could tell he fancied me too, which was nice, but he was also a gentleman in that he knew the rules and the boundaries and that I was happily married. He was quite reassuring actually in making me aware that - apart from maybe watching me pee if I wanted to do it - he had not the slightest desire or intent to step on my husband's toes so to speak. He respected that, and I respected him for that. Most other guys would have been angling to get in my pants but Steve was better than that. I didn't fancy him at all, but I did like the guy.

And so we headed back to his place, me seriously thinking that I might actually do it. Pee in his living room. I felt an erotic tingle at the notion, yet also a sense of wrongness - which itself gave it an added buzz but also made me feel unsure if I could do it. So even at this stage I made no promises, which he understood.

Upon entering Steve's flat, I could immediately tell that it was the home of a guy who lived alone. No feminine touches at all. No plants, no flowers, no cute ornaments. The only picture on the wall being a painting of some World War 2 bomber! How typically male, I inwardly chuckled, lol. 

But the light red and fawn coloured living room carpet did look very appealing in a naughty kind of way, all the more so since I was dying for a pee by now. I'd never been to the loo in the pub. Deliberate choice. I knew if I was really going to pee anywhere naughty, I needed to be desperate to get going because of my usual pee shyness. Especially in front of some guy other than hubby.

We chatted for a bit so that he could further put me at ease. And soon my need to pee reached a critical point. If I didn't pee soon I might end up involuntarily wetting myself. Now don't get me wrong, wetting myself on purpose is fun sometimes too. Have done it a number of times. But not now, I had no clean change of clothes. All I had on me was what I was wearing - a skirt and blouse with a thong worn underneath my skirt. I like wearing thongs and my husband finds that sexy too.

But if I didn't want to pee myself I couldn't really wait any longer, so I told Steve that I really had to pee right now. Still the gentleman and letting me know I was under no obligation to do anything I didn't want to, our eyes met and a brief knowing smirk passed between us. This was potentially a moment we'd often talked about almost as fantasy, becoming real. He told me I could pee anywhere I wanted, in a way that clearly signposted that if uncomfortable with the notion of anything naughty I could simply use the toilet if I wished. But which also made clear I could be as naughty as I wanted to be - if I chose to.

The fact that even now he was taking nothing for granted and leaving the choice entirely up to me with no pressure at all - that I could back out with zero recriminations and need not do anything I didn't want to at any point - increased my respect for the guy. I felt at ease. And it decided me. I pointed to the floor in the middle of the room and asked "Do you want me to pee on the carpet?"

He made clear that he'd love me too if I wanted to do it. And I realised that I really did want to do it. After all, a totally guilt free pee on someone's living room carpet is never going to be something I'll get many chances of in life.

So I grinned and handed Steve my phone, explaining that hubby wanted a pic. Slight problem. Seemed Steve was one of these technophobe types who was unsure how to do it. So had to show him which button to press and get it primed and ready so he only had to press one button to take a pic.

Then I stood before him in the middle of the room and reached up under my skirt to remove my thong and cast it aside. Could barely believe that I was here in this moment, doing that in front of some other guy.

Next I crouched down into a squat right there, pulling up the back of my skirt as I did so, until my bum was only inches above the carpet. My legs were parted, and my most intimate areas were now on full display to Steve, first time any  guy other than my husband had ever gotten to see such a view since before I got married. The very fact of this - and naughtiness of my intent - was giving me a real erotic thrill.

Yet in spite of my desperation, my pee shyness was manifesting itself and I was struggling to get going, even though right now I'd surrendered all doubts. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to just pee right there on that carpet with total abandon.

Steve knew about my tendency to get pee shy in certain situations from our previous chats, so he started chatting with me about random shit to relax me.

After a short while there was a brief trickle, onto the carpet, then a couple of short spurts - then the floodgates opened. With a loud hissing sound - why do we ladies make that sound? -I was peeing a torrent onto the carpet. I could barely believe I was actually doing this - squatting and peeing on some guy's carpet right in front of him, as he took pics for my hubby, then just stood there with a hard on in his trousers enjoying the show. And I was getting off on it too. It was most enjoyably erotic. 

I peed for ages as well, creating a rather large puddle. It was most enjoyable.

When I finally stood up, allowing my skirt to drop back down into place, I looked at the mess I'd made, a large pool of pee slowly seeping into the fabric and surely ruining that carpet. Yet Steve didn't seem the least bit bothered about that. I had to go into his bathroom anyway, of course, because being the lady that I am I had to wipe. 

He made coffee after that as we sat on his sofa chatting, but my eye kept catching a glimpse of the obvious pee stain on his carpet. Got a bit of a buzz out of knowing I'd done that, without Steve being the least bit bothered.

I needed to pee again before I left. And since we'd just talked again about the time my husband filmed me peeing on the kitchen floor, Steve suggested I do the same at his place. Well, I'd already christened his living room carpet, so why not the kitchen floor? So I did that as my parting gift, squatting and peeing in the middle of his kitchen, all over the floor tiles, as he watched and took more pics for my husband. I got a real buzz out of doing that too.

When I returned home, my husband was delighted with the pics.

Steve meanwhile got in touch with me privately on the forum, said how much he enjoyed my visit, and suggested that if I ever visit him again, he'd like me to pee on his bed, lol.

On his bed, can you believe that!!?

Thing is, though, I'd probably do it! Lol.

Sophie

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(I am more than okay with it Steve and I'll read It properly when I'm comfy on the sofa a little later. Thank you!)

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2 minutes ago, Sophie said:

(I am more than okay with it Steve and I'll read It properly when I'm comfy on the sofa a little later. Thank you!)

Yes, stories of any kind are best read when we are in a position to be able to relax, not between tasks at work or whilst commuting home, or whilst chatting to visitors or anything like that, lol.

I did strive to try and make it as believable and plausible as possible, but whether or not I succeeded in that, only you can judge.