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[wetwulf 3,322]

This is the next letter from Elaine. This letter contains naughty peeing, deliberate wetting, masturbation, and sex.

 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's me again, your favorite naughty librarian. I continue to receive really sweet messages from other members, including some invitations should I ever choose to share my wetting experiences with anyone other than my friend and coworker Sharon. I even received a message from a very sweet lady who said she hosts parties at which the restrooms are closed to anything other than number two and party members are encouraged to be creative and adventurous with where and how they choose to wet. I will admit I am intrigued by the idea, and perhaps if I ever have the courage.

On another note, Sharon and I became even more creative and adventurous with our wettings at the library. We also became even closer as friends after witnessing something very unexpected. 

We were emboldened by a few students who also took advantage of secluded corners and empty cubicles or study nooks. 

We spotted a girl sitting alone in one of the study cubicles, and from our hiding spot we watched her as she looked around, not seeing us or anyone else, then she scooted forward in her seat, hiked up her skirt, and seemed to be pulling her panties aside. A few seconds later we could clearly see a stream of pee spraying from between her legs and onto the carpet. When she finished, she just moved her skirt back and continued studying. Sharon and I went back to reshelving books until the girl left. Then we looked around the floor and in all the study cubicles to make sure no one else was around.

"Let me go first," I said. "I've been holding it all morning." Sharon laughed as I slid into the seat where the girl had been and scooted to the edge of it. I pulled my skirt up just enough to keep it clear of the stream, and since I was not wearing panties when I relaxed my pee dribbled out of me and splashed onto the carpet, adding to the stain made by the girl. I was still peeing steadily when Sharon stepped to the side of the cubicle.

"I've got to go, too," she said. I thought maybe she was going to hike her skirt up and squat over the carpet, but I remembered she had worn her black skirt, and I smiled as I knew what she was going to do. She kicked her sandals off and stood with her back to the wall. Then she sighed, and I could hear her pee hissing as it sprayed down her inner thigh and dribbled down her bare legs. "Oh, wow, that really does feel good without panties," she said. I laughed as I watched her pee full force, letting it spray harder, and I could see a slight glistening in the front of her skirt. "Ohhh, man." My own pee flow was waning, and since my skirt was black, as well, I decided to be a little more adventurous. I scooted back and relaxed in the seat, then I exhaled and emptied my bladder through my skirt into the seat cushion. 

A little later, I was working in Archives when I received a text from Sharon. "Just caught a guy pissing in the stairwell. You should have seen the look on his face. I scolded him and sent him out (not that I wanted to, he had a nice dick)." I replied with an lol. As I stood there sliding files into the appropriate boxes, I felt my own need to pee. I had been holding it for a while. Archives was one of the few places besides the front lobby and the employee lounge that was frequented by other library staff, so I didn't really want to leave a wet spot on the carpet. However, there was a small area around the corner near the back door emergency exit that hardly anyone used since it was for emergencies only. As the pressure in my bladder grew, I decided this was an emergency of a different sort.

I looked towards the archives entrance to make sure no one was coming and walked around the corner towards the back door. The floor changes to concrete, and even though I had done a lot of naughty things recently, I was still a little concerned about leaving a puddle behind as proof. However, as I looked around the space near the back door I noticed there was a slight gap between the flooring and the wall, likely as a result of this building's age. I wondered if I would have the skill to stand and pee down the wall, and maybe the evidence of my peeing would be lost and forgotten in the cracks. There were also some boxes of junk hidden in the corner across from the door. I might also get away with moving some of those out of the way, pissing on the floor, and then covering the mess with the boxes. I finally decided on a combination of these two options.

I walked over to the pile of boxes and slid them away from the corner, giving me some space to get close to the wall. I was not surprised but still pleased to see that there was about an inch and a half gap in the corner and where the floor met the wall. I took a second glance towards the archives entrance, and since the coast was clear I stepped up to the corner. I lifted my skirt up out of the way with my right hand and used two fingers of my left hand to spread and lift my labia. It had been a while since I had tried peeing standing like this, so I wasn't sure how successful this would be. If I ended up making a mess, though, I would just cover it with the boxes. I sighed and released my hold on my bladder. Right away a steady stream sprayed out of me and splashed against the crack in the corner and ran down the wall. Some drops splashed the wall, as well, and dripped down onto the floor. I saw right away that this wasn't working out as I had envisioned because I was peeing a lot more than I expected, and it was already creating a sizable puddle in the corner. "Hell with it," I said, and I just took my hands away, held them on my hips, and let the rest of my pee spray from between my legs and straight down onto the floor. I sighed as I felt dribbles running down my leg. I put my legs together and let the last of my warm pee flow quietly against my inner thighs and down my legs, over my sandals, and to the floor. After I finished, I stepped away from the corner and slid the piles of boxes back into place, hiding my puddle as well as the stains in the corner.

Sharon and I are both often amazed how so many students think these back corners are private or hidden, but then again students rarely know the library as well as we do, or maybe they know but don't care. In all honesty, though, if someone wanted privacy the fourth floor is a good choice since there are no lounge or study cubicles, and it contains shelves of mostly outdated science and technology reference guides. It is even rare for employees to be on the fourth floor since these books are almost never checked out. Sharon and I were on the fourth floor one day, hoping to be able to piss somewhere when we heard whispering. We tried to discreetly walk closer to the voices until we could see two guys and two girls sitting on the floor far in one of the back corners at the end of one of the aisles. One girl, a redhead, was straddling one of the guys, a blonde with glasses, and they were kissing passionately. The girl was wearing a skirt, and even though we couldn't see for sure, I began to imagine the guy likely already had his dick out and inside of her judging by how she was slowly moving her hips. The other couple were about a foot away from the other two. The girl, a curvy curly haired brunette who was also wearing glasses and very much looked like the bookish type, was sitting with her back against the other guy, who had dark hair and was very good looking. She leaned her head back as the guy rubbed his hands up her shirt to caress her breasts, which were big enough to accommodate his strong hands. She moaned and reached down to her own skirt. "Hang on," she said. "I have to pee." The guy moved his hands away, and we watched as the girl just scooted her bottom away from him and up to one of the bottom shelves of books. She lifted her skirt, slid her panties aside, and sprayed a thin stream of pee that splashed against the books on the bottom shelf and dripped down to the carpet in front of her. 

"Holy fuck, that's hot," the dark haired guy said. Even the redhead turned to watch. The sight seemed to excite her because her hip movements increased in pace.

"You dirty bitch," the redhead said. The brunette peed like this for about fifteen seconds and then shook her chubby bottom. Then she scooted back to her position facing away from the dark haired guy and turned her head to look at the redheaded girl.

"Yeah, but you love me for it," she said. Then she leaned in and the two of them kissed. Meanwhile, the dark haired guy had unzipped his pants and taken his dick out and was now sliding a condom over it. The brunette lifted her ass and scooted back towards him, reaching down to slide her panties aside. She moaned as she eased down into his cock and started to rock her hips.

Sharon moved back from our hiding spot, and I glanced at her just long enough to see her step back against the shelf behind her and then sigh as she peed quietly down her legs, letting some of it splash back against the books on the shelf behind her. I could just barely hear it dripping, but most of the sound was drowned out by the moaning from the students. 

The redhead was the first to make a whining sound that was clearly the start of an orgasm. She tossed her head back and gasped softly and then crawled off the blonde guy. It was clear he hadn't finished, and he looked disappointed. 

"I'm sorry," the redhead said. "I need a break." He didn't seem angry, though, as he leaned forward and kissed her. Then she turned and whispered something in the brunette's ear. Both girls smiled as the brunette leaned back and whispered something to the dark haired guy, as well.

"Fuck yes," he said. Sharon and I watched as the brunette got up from riding the dark haired guy's cock and then crawled over to the blonde guy.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked. His answer came as the brunette leaned her head down and wrapped her mouth over his dick. "Oh… shit," he said, and he was looking at the redhead.

"It's okay," she said. "This was my idea." Meanwhile, the dark haired guy sat up onto his knees and moved over to the brunette, whose ass was perfectly on display for him. He slid her panties over until we could see her asshole. I gasped as I saw that she had a plug in her ass. The redhead reached into her purse sitting behind her and then handed the blonde guy a bottle of what could only be lubricant. She reached into her purse again and then handed a condom to the blonde guy. He grinned but looked confused as he opened it and then slid it on. 

The dark haired guy stared at the lube for a few seconds before opening it and then squirting some onto his hand. He reached with his other hand and removed the plug and then slid his fingers around her asshole. He slowly slid two of his fingers in, making her moan. Then he took his dick and repeated the process, dripping lube onto it and sliding it just at the rim of her asshole.

The brunette stopped sucking the blonde guy's dick and crawled closer to him. "Slide under me," she said. He did as she said and slid his body down until he was laying on his back under her. She lifted her shirt and in a quick motion he pulled down her bra and started sucking on her right breast. She moaned and reached down and grabbed his penis and guided it to her pussy while the dark haired guy continued to lube up her ass and move his dick closer to her asshole.

Sharon and I both watched in disbelief as we knew we were about to witness a girl being dp-ed right here in the library. I was surprised by how quietly all of this was happening and by how brazen it was. I didn't want to move, but I also had to pee. I knelt down very slowly onto my knees and brought my bare bottom all the way to the floor. Then I just sighed and peed quietly into the carpet, enjoying the warmth of it as it pooled between my legs. I couldn't help but touch myself. I glanced at Sharon and saw that she also had her hand between her legs.

Meanwhile, the brunette tilted her rear end just enough to let the dark haired guy move forward and ease his penis into her ass. She moaned as he moved more, going deeper. The redhead crawled closer to them, and we watched her drape her left leg over the blonde guy and place her pussy right in his face. He took the hint and started licking her. Then she leaned forward and kissed the brunette who was still moaning while both guys gently thrust their hips as their cocks moved in and out of her, one in her pussy and the other in her ass. Her moans were getting louder, but the redhead's lips over her mouth stifled most of the sound.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," the dark haired guy said. He grunted and thrust more rapidly. The brunette made a whining sound, but she was still passionately kissing the redhead, who was also moaning as the blonde buried his face I  her pussy while still thrusting his hips. The dark haired guy backed away and sat on the floor, breathing heavily but watching his three friends.

The redhead got up and crawled toward him, but instead of going to him she scooted her bottom back to the spot where the brunette had pissed on the carpet. We could only see her from behind, but right after she sat on the floor, we could hear the hiss and soft patter as she peed. We could, however, see the look on the dark haired guy's face as he watched her. When the hissing stopped, he crawled to her and then moved down to bury his face in her crotch.

The blonde guy and the brunette had sped their movements. The blonde guy had his hands on the brunette's ass as she rode him, moving her ass up and down. Their gasps and moans increased, as well.

"Elaine," Sharon whispered, "I'm gonna cum, and I don't know if I can be quiet, I'm so turned on right now." I just nodded because knew how she felt, but we both kept watching, mesmerized with both ecstasy and disbelief.

The brunette sat up and moved up and down, now biting her lip and making that whining sound again, as the blonde guy grunted and thrust his hips faster.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I backed away from them and dragged Sharon with me. We hurried down the hall and stepped into the stairwell that was only for employees. We shut the door behind us, an neither of us wasted any time. Sharon turned to me and pressed her body against mine, pinning me against the door. Her lips were on mine quickly and her tongue slid into my mouth. I reached down and slid a finger between her slit. She moaned, and I felt her do the same, sliding her finger in and finding my clit. We kissed and were soon moaning as we both climaxed. I felt something wet on my fingers as Sharon peed. I relaxed and emptied my bladder, as well, as our orgasms ended and we stopped kissing.

Sharon stepped away from me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have… done that."

"It's okay," I said.

"I was just so horny. That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I'm sorry. I made things weird." Sharon looked like she was ready to cry.

"But I didn't stop you," I said. She looked at me. "We've been sharing this thing together," I said. "And it's great. We've masturbated together before, so I kind of expected this would happen some day. It's not like I'm expecting you to leave your husband. I like you a lot, and I'd like to continue our friendship. Okay?"

Sharon smiled. "Okay," she said.

And much like a lot of my recent experiences, things were never the same again. I hope to have more to tell. Maybe I'll respond to that party invitation with a plus one.

 

Elaine

Edited August 5, 2020 by wetwulf

[thisguy20 938]

wetwulf, that is a truly amazing story!!!  Thanks for sharing it.

[Lutab 1,051]

Very hot. I hope they try peeing over the books up there too next time 🙂

[wetwulf 3,322]

On 8/5/2020 at 1:56 PM, Lutab said:

Very hot. I hope they try peeing over the books up there too next time 🙂

Wish granted @Lutab. 

This is the next letter from Elaine. It contains desperation, peeing, wetting, pee vandalism, and sex.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I had hoped to have more stories to share with you, and of course I do. First I want to share that I replied to that party invitation, and Sharon and I will be guests at this woman's party next Friday (unless I chicken out; it's an overnight kind of thing, and I'm having butterflies about spending the night in a strange house with people I don't know). Sharon, however, has already informed her husband and sons that she will be away that weekend. So if I don't back out, I am certain that will be a story for another letter.

The first thing to share with you is what happened with Sharon. The other morning my phone rang, waking me up. It was my day off, as well as Sharon's, so I had not set an alarm. And of course it was Sharon, who was always up early to see her husband off to work. You have to understand that other than her wet adventures with me and our few very intimate moments together, Sharon is an excellent wife and mother. It's not an act how she feels about her family, but at times she has to let loose and privately express herself in more naughty ways or those temptations might burst forth amongst her husband and sons, and she was certain that would be the end. She loved her husband, but he was not adventurous and would not approve.

"Hey there," I say when I answer the phone.

"So I'm sitting  in my bed alone," she said. Her husband and one of her sons had left for work, and the other son was out with friends. "And I'm seriously considering something… and I don't know if I want you to talk me out of it or into it," she said.

"Okay?" I said, confused.

"I really have to pee," Sharon said, "and I don't feel like getting up, and I can't stop thinking about how great it felt to just relax and pee in your bed, but if I piss the bed I might ruin it because I don't have a mattress protector or anything on it." I paused for a moment, thinking and imagining Sharon in her bed, snuggled comfortably beneath her covers, waiting and holding her morning pee. I felt my own need, as well, and thought about just letting it go, but I held on.

"You could go get some towels and put them under you," I said, "or something that could absorb your pee."

"That's just it," Sharon said. "I don't want to get up. If I get up," Sharon said, "I'll lose my nerve and end up peeing somewhere else anyway. Dammit." She hissed, and I knew that sound. She was getting desperate. "I really want to just let it go in the bed," Sharon said, "but I'll have to clean it up when I'm done, and what if it stains the mattress. Shit." She hissed again. 

"Well," I said, "what do you want most right now? To worry about a mess or to just relax and enjoy yourself?"

"I really just," she said, then gasped, "ooh…  want to enjoy myself."

"Then do it," I said. "Wet your bed."

She gasped again. "Will you do it with me?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I adjusted my body so that I was a little more relaxed on my back. I kept my legs together, though, and still held my pee in until Sharon was ready.

"Oh god, I can't hold it anymore," Sharon said. "I can't believe I'm about to piss my bed. Oh, here it comes. Ohhhhh." I could just barely hear a hissing sound and knew she was peeing, so I relaxed and let go, as well. My warm pee sprayed out of me, splashing all over my crotch and inner thighs. I moaned, and Sharon gasped. "Ohhhh my god this feels so good," she said. "Ohh, it's soaking through the sheets, but I don't care. It's so worth it. Ohhhh my god." I felt my own flow of pee absorbing into the sheets and mattress below me, warming my bottom with delicious wetness. "Mmm, I have to touch myself," Sharon said. I smiled as I also started rubbing my slit while still dribbling pee. I gasped and Sharon started to pant. "Fuck! Oh my god, I'm still peeing and rubbing myself. Ohhh, it's making a mess, but I don't care. Oh! I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" As she screamed I climaxed, as well, bucking my hips and echoing her cries. When we finished, Sharon giggled. "That felt so good," she said. "Well, guess I'll get off here and clean this up before it sets in. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said. "Call me later." She promised she would, and we hung up.

Sharon did call me later, about an hour or so, and told me she managed to strip the sheets and blankets from her bed and then clean the wet spot with vinegar and baking soda and some damp cloths. She said if her husband noticed anything she would say she spilled her drink. "Luckily it was all on my side," she said. "And guess what," she said. Then she told me how she had needed to pee again later while doing laundry and had tossed a load of clothes, including the soiled sheets, into the washer. Sharon said she turned her back to the washer and was able to hoist herself up until her bottom was sticking out and over the opening at the top of her washer. Without even bothering to remove her nightgown she said she just relaxed and peed right through it and into the washing machine, hearing it hiss as it sprayed out of her and enjoying the warmth of it as it soaked through her gown and dripped onto the clothes below. I told her she had one on me now because I had never even considered pissing into my washer, but now I would have to try sometime.

The next story is from a few days later while we were both working. We had some free time and decided to walk up to the fourth floor. It's more like we were drawn to it, like there was no hesitation as soon as we had the option to go anywhere in the building; we both knew it would be the fourth floor. We weren't expecting to see anything even close to what we witnessed before, but we now acknowledged that this floor was special for both of us. It also obviously provided the most privacy of all the areas of the library except maybe the secret lounge.

We walked along the back end of the fourth floor, not passing or seeing anyone else. Sharon giggled as we approached the rows of shelves. "Let's go look," Sharon said, and we both walked over to the back corner where we had watched two couples have very hot sex and even one girl get dp-ed. The two girls had also pissed on the carpet and Sharon and I had both soaked the floor in our hiding spot nearby. Sharon led me right to the corner, and I could see it perfectly in my head as if it was happening right now. We looked down and could see a faint stain on the carpet where both girls had pees.

Sharon stepped around to the other aisle, and I thought at first that she was going to pee in the same spot where the girls had peed, but instead she walked down the aisle of books. I followed her. She smiled at me, and her grin was wicked.

"What are you thinking?" I asked. She answered me by lifting the front of her skirt, exposing her bare pussy, and walking closer to the shelf of books to the right.

"I've wanted to do this since we started pissing in this place." I watched, smiling as she sighed and a messy stream off pee squirted out of her and sprayed the books on the next shelf up from the bottom and dripped down onto the bottom shelf. "Oh, this is so naughty," Sharon said. I knew what she meant. We were both book lovers, and even though most of these books were useless and outdated this still seemed wrong… which is also why it was hot.

I turned around until I was facing the other shelf of books to the left, lifted my skirt, and well, until soon a thin stream of pee shot out of me and splashed against the books in front of me. I laughed as I wriggled my hips from side to side, spraying even more of the books, watching it splash and drip down over the books on the two bottom shelves and to the floor.

Next to me, Sharon sank into a squat and cut off her pee stream. She reached on the shelf and slid one of the books titled COMPUTERS AND YOU with pictures of old IBM computers on the cover. I looked on wide-eyed even as I continued to soak the books on the shelves in front of me. Sharon held the book open with her left hand and then scooted forward until her pussy was hovered next to the book. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said. Seconds later, her pee started again and sprayed all over the book. She flipped pages, letting her warm pee saturate page after page. Some of her pee also dribbled to the carpet, but the book was getting a good soaking. She finally stopped peeing, and I turned back to my own mess. The two shelves right in front of me were soaked and dripping with pee, and there were spots on the carpet, as well, where my pee had splashed and dripped.

"That was fucking great," I said. Sharon agreed and laughed her naughty laugh.

On our lunch break later, we decided to take our lunches to the "secret" lounge. Sharon, of course, sat on the sofa, and I sat on the cushioned chair across the table from her. As we ate, Sharon asked a pretty major question. 

"So why are you single?" She looked at me, and from anyone else the question might have offended me.

"It's a choice," I said. "My last relationship ended really badly. He was manipulative and abusive, and I really lost myself in all of that. I'm scared that if I jump into another relationship I will continue to lose control of who I am. I'm still not sure who that is, and before I settle down with anyone else I want to find out."

"That's fair," Sharon said.

"Besides," I said, "what are my chances of finding someone who will let me do this?" I sat up in the cushioned chair, moved my skirt out of the way, and sighed as I emptied my bladder. "Ahhh, yeah, that's nice."

Sharon laughed. "That's what best friends are for. Mmmm." Sharon didn't move, but I heard the hiss of her pee as she just sat there and peed through her black skirt into the couch cushion. "Ohhh, fuck, that never gets old. Mmm." Both of our pees were over quickly, though, but we made no effort to get up from our wet seats. "So what about sex?" Sharon asked. 

"What about it?" I asked.

"I mean… have you had sex since your last relationship ship?" Sharon asked.

"Yes," I said. "Three times, actually?"

"Really?" Sharon asked. "With the same guy?"

"No," I said. "That would feel too much like being in a relationship."

"So three guys?" Sharon asked.

"Two," I said. I could not keep from blushing.

"But you said," Sharon said, and then her eyes widened. "Oh, of course." She laughed like she should have guessed. "So two guys and one woman." I nodded. "Will you tell me about them?" Sharon asked. I bit my lip. I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but Sharon and I had already shared so much.

"I guess," I said. "The first guy I met at a bar I was at when I was visiting my sister back home. We'd actually known each other before when I lived there, the guy I mean. He sat with us, and he kept looking at me and smiling. He was charming, he bought me a few drinks, and soon we were sitting at the bar alone, talking. My sister and her date were about to leave, but I didn't want to go yet. The guy said he could escort me to get an Uber or a cab, and I convinced my sister that I would be okay. Well, I ended up dragging this guy into the Uber with me, and we rode it to the nearby park." I heard another hissing sound and knew Sharon was peeing into the couch again. "The driver agreed to wait, and I led the guy up to my favorite place that overlooks the lake, and there is a shelter. None of this scared me because I felt in control. I was leading him, and he was following and not trying to control or manipulate. And then I sat down on a picnic table, pulled him to me, and I let him fuck me."

"Wow," Sharon said.

"When we finished, we came to an understanding that it was wonderful but that I wasn't interested in a relationship. He knew about my abusive ex, so he was respectful. He even paid for my part of the Uber ride after it dropped me off." I needed to pee again, so I parted my legs and let it dribble through my skirt into the seat cushion.

"What about the woman?" Sharon asked. I hesitated because I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell this one, but Sharon's genuine expression moved me.

"That one was complicated. She was a friend, as well, and she had just broken up with her long term boyfriend. She called me in tears, and I invited her over for ice cream. So cliche, I know. She came over, and we ate ice cream, she cried, I listened and comforted her, and then she asked if she could stay the night. I said yes, made her a comfortable spot on the futon in my back room. Sometime later she came into my room, crying again, wanting to know if she could sleep with me, that she hadn't slept alone in over a year. I should have listened to my instinct and either politely decline or maybe just agree to stay up with her and keep her company until she fell asleep or something." I paused and let a little more pee dribble out and soak through my skirt again. "But I was half asleep, and she looked so cute in her nightgown. So I let her into my bed, and a few minutes later she started kissing the back of my neck. I didn't protest even after she reached around and cupped one of my breasts and started rubbing. I rolled over and faced her, and we both leaned in and started kissing. Everything else happened really fast. Soon her panties were off, then mine, and then our bodies were close together, our legs and pussies rubbing against each other." I paused again, but it was because I was hesitating, still feel uncomfortable with this story.

"That doesn't sound so complicated," Sharon said.

"Well," I continued, "there's more. We kept rubbing until she started to orgasm, and then the feel and sound of her climax made me start to cum and… I squirted…."

"Oh," Sharon said.

"Like… a lot," I continued. "I could feel it, so I knew she could, too. She moved away from me and had this look on her face. I knew that look, like a mix of surprise and disgust. And then she looked hurt, got out of my bed, and then I heard the front door close and her car start and drive away. I sat there alone, feeling guilty and confused. I tried texting her several times the next day, but no reply. By the end of the day I gave up, and we haven't talked since."

"What a bitch," Sharon said. She sat up and opened her legs. I could see her naked pussy beneath her skirt and watched as a shiny dribble of pee trickled out and soaked through her skirt again. Sharon caught me looking and just grinned.

"So what about the other guy?" she asked.

"Not much to tell there, other than maybe he's one of my few regrets. I met him at a party, we danced, I took him to a secluded area of the house where the party was, and we fucked standing up in a hallway."

"Mmm, I love having sex standing up," Sharon said. I smiled. "Thanks for telling me all this," she said. I nodded. Sharon stood up, walked to me, and kissed me on the top of my head. I smiled. "Time to get back to work," she said. Before standing up, though, I parted my legs and emptied my bladder into the seat cushion once more, sighing to show my relief. Sharon giggled. When I finished, I stood up, feeling drops of pee between my thighs as we walked out of the lounge.

That's all to share for now. I hope to have much to tell after the party.

Elaine
 

 

[Lutab 1,051]

Really hot. Love them peeing on the books!!

[Lutab 1,051]

Maybe at the party they can pee in a drawer of papers or on a desk covered in things. A bedside drawer would also be really hot or maybe on a shelf of books and nicknacks. I really loved her opening the book to pee in it. 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I know that many of you have been waiting patiently for my next letter. I have been overwhelmed, but in a good way, by all the messages from other readers and some who have submitted their own letters and expressed how much they admire my letters. This really excites me because I have been reading these letters for years and am a big fan of many of you who have written to me. So many great stories of naughty pissing. 

Well, my next story is long, so I may need to break it down into a few letters. In fact, the fun began even before the party. After receiving directions from the party host, I realized it would be a four hour drive just to get to the house. I agreed to drive since my car was smaller and gets better gas mileage than her family-sized SUV. We had both requested to not work Friday and Saturday. The library was closed on Sundays, so if for some reason this took up our entire weekend we would not have to worry. And, as I stated in my last letter, Sharon had told her husband and sons that she would be gone for the weekend.

We were standing in my living room with our bags and purses ready to go. It was a hot day, and we were dressed for it. Sharon was wearing a pair of tight black shorts, a tank top with a sports bra underneath, and flip-flops. Rather than my usual black skirt I was wearing a flowery summer dress that had spaghetti straps and reached to my feet, a strapless bra, and brown sandals. Before we left, Sharon said, "Wait, we should pee before we go." I smiled and agreed. Sharon tugged her shorts and panties down and sat her bare bottom on my couch. She sighed, and although I couldn't see it, I could hear her pee hissing into the cushion. A look of relief passed over her face.

I wanted to try out my new dress and see how effectively I could pee in it without being noticed. I stood with my legs just slightly apart and let go. As usual, I was not wearing panties, so my warm pee sprayed my inner thighs and dribbled quietly down my legs. I felt it flow down and drip from my calves and ankles, over my sandals, and to the carpet. I didn't need to pee much, so as soon as I finished I turned around to let Sharon look at my ass. "Nothing," she said. So other than the steady trickle of pee flowing over my feet and the puddle in the floor there were no signs that I had peed at all. This made me love the dress even more.

We finally got on the road, and just over an hour into our drive we saw traffic ahead of us. Cars were clearly stopped on the highway. "Shit," I said. We could see the long line of vehicles and brake lights that stretched at least a mile or two up the road. We reached the back of the line of traffic and had to stop. I grabbed my phone and sent a message to our party host. We sat for a few minutes, traffic still not moving, when my phone vibrated. It was our party host: Oh no! Be safe, take your time, we'll be here all night long!

"Well this just fucking sucks," Sharon said. We still had not moved.

"I know," I said, "and I have to pee, too." Sharon laughed. 

"You shouldn't have downed that giant bottle of water." She pointed to the big bottle in my cup holder.

"I know." I felt a wave of pressure, and I sat up tall in my seat and tried to squeeze my legs together. I looked ahead and realized there were no nearby exits and nowhere to turn off the highway. If I couldn't hold it, my only options were to pull off the side of the road to pee or end up peeing in my car. Even though my naughty peeing had led to me wetting my furniture, my bed, and my floors, I had not even considered that my car might one day become part of my wetting adventures. The seats were cloth and not waterproof, as far as I knew, so if this happened they would most certainly become soaked and never be the same again.

Another wave of pressure hit, and I hissed as I continued to try to hold it. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, though. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it," I said. Sharon looked at me.

"Well… what are you going to do?" she asked. I thought for a moment until another wave of pressure let me know that very soon I would be out of options.

"I really think… ooh, shit… I really think I'm going to end up soaking my car seat." Sharon grinned.

"Hey, it's your car," she said.

"I'm sorry, Sharon, but I can't hold it, and I really don't want to try to maneuver out of this traffic just to pull off to pee." I lifted my bottom and moved my dress out from under me. I felt a small spurt escape as I did this. "Oh! Shit!" I gasped, and as soon as my bottom touched the seat I was peeing full force. It splashed out from. between my legs and created a puddle at my crotch before slowly absorbing into the seat. "Ohhhh. Oh my god, that feels so much better. Ohhhhh." I continued to pee, feeling the warmth soak into the seat under my bottom. "Ohh, my seat is ruined, but I don't care."

Sharon watched me, her eyes wide and clearly captivated by what I was doing. "That looks so hot," she said. "I want to do it, too." Without even waiting for a response from me, Sharon sat back in her seat and relaxed. I was still enjoying the warm dribble of my pee when I heard Sharon sigh and saw the crotch of her black shorts glisten with wetness. "Ohhh, wow, you weren't kidding." Her pee seeped through the crotch of her shorts and soaked into the seat. "Mmmm, that's nice. This is almost better than pissing on the couch." I laughed.

"It's kind of naughtier though," I said, "because there are cars of people all around us, and they have no idea what we're doing."

"Ohhh, shit, you're right," Sharon said. She was still peeing, and as my pee was becoming just a trickle I glanced at her as she reached down and pulled the crotch of her shorts and panties aside and peed directly into the seat. It made a splashing sound as it dribbled into the puddle at her crotch. "Mmmm… or maybe some of them are doing the same thing, peeing in their cars? I don't see anyone pulled over the side of the road." She was right, and I felt a wave of pleasure at the thought of other people, both men and women, finding creative ways to piss in their own cars. Men whipping out their dicks to spray pee onto the floor, women pulling their panties down to spray pee on the floor, as well, or both soaking their pants and seats. Would they be enjoying it as much as us or would they be embarrassed and upset? My mind was racing with the possibilities.

More to come, I promise.

Elaine
 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

So the story continues. If you remember from last time, Sharon and I were on our way to the party when we got stuck in traffic and ended up having to pee in my car.

In total we were stuck in traffic for an hour, finally moving slowly but surely, until it eventually cleared up and we were able to go the speed limit again. Once we were moving, Sharon surprised me by sliding her shorts and panties down her legs and sitting her bare bottom on the already wet seat. "Might as well," she said. Then she sighed and dribbled warm pee into the seat, giggling as it hissed and splashed into the seat and all over her thighs. She relaxed into her seat, clearly enjoying the soothing warmth as her pee seeped into the material between her legs.

I felt my own need to pee, as well, but I was driving and did not think I could successfully adjust my clothes again. I knew the bottom of my dress had already gotten damp from my wet seat because I had peed so much, even though I had tried to keep it out of the way. So while I was driving I just relaxed and peed through my dress and into the already soaked car seat, sighing as I completely emptied my bladder. Sharon watched me and stopped peeing to pull her panties and shorts back up. Then she sighed again, and I could see the crotch of her black shorts glistening with her pee.

For the rest of our trip, we did not stop anywhere. Sharon peed through her shorts a few more times, and I managed one more considerable pee through my dress. We finally followed the directions we were given out a back road through the country where we wondered if we were lost. There were no houses, just trees and some farm land. We finally reached the destination and drove down a long driveway until we could see a three story white house with a wide porch. There were at least twenty cars parked in front of the house and yet still plenty of room for us to park.

Our first experience of what to expect from this party came as soon as we parked our car. A couple was making out on the hood of the car next to us, the girl sitting on the hood, her skirt lifted to show her bare pussy, and the guy between her legs. They barely noticed us as the guy unzipped his fly, took out his penis, and slid it into the girl. She moaned with pleasure. Sharon and I just looked at each other as we walked to the house. 

We were greeted at the door by a very attractive older man who smiled, nodded, and held the door open for us. Once we were inside, I was almost overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of what was clearly a sex party. Sure, some of it seemed normal, people standing or sitting around, enjoying refreshments and snacks. The room was fully carpeted, and every chair was soft or plushy, and there were all sort of people relaxing, reclining, and in various stages of affection, from soft kissing to full intercourse. There was a bar and a huge table with all sorts of foods. As we looked closer, though, we saw a completely naked woman reclined on that same table. She had pineapple rings on her breasts and a variety of other foods in strategic places on her body. As we watched, a man leaned down and licked whip cream from her pussy. The girl moaned but tried to stay still to keep from dropping any of the other food on her body. What also wasn't "normal" were the people all over the room either making out, unashamedly masturbating, or fully copulating right there in front of everyone.

As we walked through the crowd, I heard someone sigh and turned to see a woman knelt over with her knees slightly bent and her ass sticking out. She was peeing a strong stream that sprayed out behind her. One of the men sitting nearby stood up, took a condom from his pocket, unzipped his pants, whipped out his dick, and slid the condom over it. He walked to the girl and rubbed his penis along her slit, letting the last drops of her pee soak his cock and his clothes, not seeming to care, and then moved forward just enough to thrust his cock into her. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. 

"Oh my god," Sharon said. "This place is unbelievable." I looked at her and tried to read her expression. She looked excited but also a little nervous. "I don't know if I can do this," she said. "I kind of feel like I'm cheating on my husband just by being here." I put my hand on my shoulder. 

"We can leave if you want," I said. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Does your husband watch porn?"

"Yes," Sharon said. "Sometimes we watch it together."

"So seeing this stuff doesn't make you a cheater," I said. "It's just like a live porn. You set your boundaries. If you don't want to have sex with anyone, make that clear. Okay?"

Sharon seemed to relax. "Okay," she said. "But I have to pee. I don't know if I can do it in front of all these strangers."

"Let's see if we can find a private place," I said.

We walked further into the house and came to a set of stairs that led to the second floor. My assumption was that there would be bedrooms or maybe even a bathroom up there. We passed two fully naked women on the way up, one laying on her back with her legs spread and the other knelt between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy. At the top of the stairs a man had his dick out and started peeing down the steps, probably in an attempt to piss all over the two girls. I couldn't help but watch as his stream reached them, and they did not even stop their cunnulingus. Once at the top, we turned to the left and stopped at a door. I opened it, and inside was a very obvious threesome going on. Two women were on the bed in a modified 69 position, and a man was thrusting his penis inside the woman on the bottom while the woman on top licked her clit. I shut the door.

"Not that one," I said. Sharon smirked, but she still looked flush and nervous.

"Ladies," we heard someone say to our left. We turned and there stood our party host. I won't describe her to you to protect her privacy, but for the purpose of story we will call her Anna. Anna was stunning in a fancy black dress that hugged her curvy figure, especially her breasts and hips. "I'm so glad you could come." She paused and looked at Sharon. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"This is all so… much," Sharon said.

"My friend is feeling a little overwhelmed and concerned," I said.

"How so?" Anna asked. Something in her expression seemed to relax Sharon. I could see it, a look of genuine concern.

"Well," Sharon said, "I'm happily married and faithful to my husband, but I agreed to come to this party because I enjoy peeing, especially with Elaine. But I didn't expect all the sex. I already feel guilty because my husband doesn't know about the pee stuff."

"I see," Anna said. "Well, no one here wants to force you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a place of pleasure and even joy. I don't even allow s&m at these parties because, although pleasure can certainly be derived from such a practice, it flirts with abuse and control, and that's not what we're about here. Everyone is in control of what happens or what doesn't happen to them while they are here. Some of the people at this party will never have intercourse or sex of any kind. They just come for the show or for companionship or to enjoy the freedom to pee whenever and wherever they want. Does that ease your mind?"

"A little," Sharon said.

"If you communicate clearly what you want and what you don't want, my guests will listen," Anna said. "You have my word."

"Okay," Sharon said.

"We were looking for a private place for Sharon to pee," I said. "She doesn't know if she can do it in front of all these people."

"Oh, certainly," Anna said. "Follow me." She led us down the hall, which turned slightly to the right. Just around the bend was a brown-skinned girl squatting over a man with dark hair. They were both naked, and just as we walked by the girl started peeing all over the man's stomach and chest. We passed them and finally came to a door on the left. Anna opened it, and we entered what was clearly a bedroom. It had a king size bed with a gorgeously carved headboard, a thick blanket with floral patterns and big, fluffy pillows. "This," Anna said, "is my guest bedroom, used only by special guests. Tonight, those guests can be you, if you wish." I looked at Sharon, and she was grinning.

"All I know is I really have to pee," Sharon said.

"Then pee," Anna said. She gestured around the room with her arm.

"But… it's all so nice," Sharon said. 

"Sweetie," Anna said, "everything here is either washable or replaceable. And I have the money and resources for both. You are free to pee yourself anywhere in this entire house, and that includes this nice room."

"I'm so happy to hear you say that because I can't hold it anymore," Sharon said. She pulled down her shorts and panties and stood close to the bed. Then she sighed and a messy stream of pee sprayed from between her legs and splashed against the corner of the bed, creating dark spots on the cover. "Ohhhh my god I had to pee so bad," Sharon said. Her stream showed no signs of slowing as she stepped even closer to the bed, grinning as her pee poured out of her and made quite a mess on the blanket.

"How about you?" Anna asked, looking at me. "You must have to go, as well." I did have to go, so I stepped over to a plush and fancy looking dark blue chair in the corner of the room. "Ooh, good choice," Anna said. I turned my back to the chair and saw that Sharon was watching me, as well, and was still dribbling pee onto the bed. Caught up in the moment and perhaps motivated by the freedom of this place, one at a time I slid my arms through the straps of my dress and then slid the dress off. Then I reached back and unsnapped my strapless bra and let it drop to the floor. "You have an amazing body," Anna said. "Both of you are beautiful." I blushed as I sat my naked bottom onto the plush chair and then spread my legs open so they could both see my pussy. I relaxed and sighed as my warm pee dribbled out of me and soaked into the chair. I gasped as the puddle formed between my legs and I could feel it warming my pussy and my bottom. I moaned as it seeped into the plush material beneath me.

As Sharon watched me, she stepped out of her shorts and panties. I was surprised when she also removed her tank top and her sports bra. Then she walked over to me, stood next to the chair, and put her hand on my thigh. This sent chills all through me, and I could not keep from gasping. Anna watched us, looking curious. 

"You two have history," she said. "Chemistry… feelings you haven't embraced yet." I was still peeing as Anna walked to us. "You want to touch her, but you're afraid of what that means for your relationship." Anna looked at Sharon. "What is she to you?" Anna asked.

"She's my best friend," Sharon said.

"Then give your best friend pleasure," Anna said. My pee was easing to a dribble, and I was panting with the pleasure of all that I was experiencing. "She wants you to," Anna said. Sharon looked at me. I nodded. Then Sharon moved her hand up my thigh and touched my labia. I gasped and flinched but did not make any effort to stop her. She rubbed up until she was caressing my clit.

"Can I touch you?" I asked Sharon. She nodded, so I reached my hand to her already soaking wet slit and started rubbing. It only took a few strokes before we were both crying out as I bucked my hips and climaxed and Sharon's knees buckled so that she had to support herself on the arm of the chair. I could feel soft squirts warm my bottom and spray Sharon's finger, and for a brief second I was worried she would take her hand away, but she continued rubbing until I was finished. And as she climaxed, I could feel my own fingers become damp, as well. We smiled at each other, still panting.

"That… was incredible," I said. Sharon nodded.

"And the night has only just begun," Anna said as she removed her dress.

To be continued.

Elaine
 

[Lutab 1,051]

Both very hot. Great writing

[wetwulf 3,322]

This is the next letter by Elaine. It contains wetting, masturbation, explicit sex, and golden showers.

 

What happened next was like something out of a dream. Anna snapped her fingers loudly, and as she did, a door on the side of the room opened and two men entered, both of them very naked. Anna pointed to the one on her left, a blonde with tight muscles. "This is Donovan." Then to the one on her right, a brunette who was a little less muscular but still attractive, "And this is Jack." They approached her, and she reached out to grab each man's penis. She rubbed, first gently and then with a little more enthusiasm as the two men started kissing her naked body.

"I read your letter about what you witnessed in the library," Anna said. "I know what you'd like to see." She smiled, and I felt Sharon move closer to me, the bare skin of her leg touching my arm. Anna turned and started kissing Donovan as he reached down and started to rub her vagina while Jack kissed her breasts and caressed her ass. Anna backed up slowly, and the men stopped kissing her as she led them by their cocks to the bed. She turned and yanked the covers off to reveal a matching set of sheets. The two men helped her climb onto the bed. She turned around until she was facing us and then knelt with her bare bottom hovering over the bed. "Let's get this bed ready, shall we?" She sighed and a heavy flow of pee sprayed out of her and splashed onto the bed, darkening the sheets. The two men climbed onto the bed next to her, one on each side, and both held their cocks over her. Soon, they were peeing, as well, spraying their stream all over her naked body. The bed was getting soaked, and soon their flows ended, almost in unison.

I felt Sharon move next to me, and I looked to see a trickle of pee flow down her legs. She was also touching herself and moving even closer to me. I reached my arm around the back of her thighs and pulled her closer as we watched in disbelief and excitement.

Donovan reached to the small bedside table and took something from the drawer. I knew what it was as soon as I saw it, and I had a feeling Sharon did, as well: lube. Jack moved closer to the head of the bed as Anna moved towards the foot of the bed. Then she turned her back to the foot of the bed and knelt onto her hands and knees. She started sucking Jack's cock, both rubbing it with her hands and moving her mouth up and down on it. Then she took her hands away but continued to deep throat his cock as she reached back to finger herself. Donovan walked around the bed to get behind her. As he did this, Anna stopped sucking and crawled on top of Jack. She grabbed his penis and moved her hips until her wet slit was over it. Then she moaned as he entered her. She moved her hips and ass up and down, both of them vocalizing their pleasure. Then she lowered herself down onto him completely and wriggled her hips. During this, Donovan was caressing her back and kissing her neck.

As I watched this, I felt the need to pee again. I sat up and placed my knees in the seat. Kneeling over the plush material,  I relaxed as I sprayed warm pee into the seat. Some of it sprayed over the cushion and to the floor. I heard Sharon make a whining sound, and I looked at her. Her face was red, and she was still rubbing herself. "I don't know… how much more of this… I can take," she said. "I've cum like three times just watching them. Mmm." She squealed again, and I saw another squirt wet her fingers and her naked thighs. I smiled and turned my gaze back to the bed.

Anna had lifted herself up just enough to have her ass on display for Donovan, who was now rubbing some of the lube onto her ass and his cock. While Anna still moved slowly up and down on Jack's cock, we watched as Donovan eased first his thumb and then a finger, as well, into her asshole. Anna moaned. 

By now, I was touching myself almost automatically, and I was surprised to find myself feeling envious of Anna. I adjusted myself in the chair so I could reach my other hand around to my ass. I was able to ease the tip of my own thumb into my asshole, and I gasped at the feeling of it. It both hurt and felt good. I tried to relax and was able to ease it in further. It was tricky, but soon I was fingering my clit and caressing my butthole with my thumb at the same time.

On the bed, Donovan was finally moving close to Anna's ass with his cock. He took his dick in his hands and placed the head of it over her asshole. Then, in a slow, sensual motion he eased it into her. Anna responded by tilting her body back onto his cock, crying out in pleasure. "Ohhhh… oh my god that feels so good. Ohhh." She rocked her body back and forth as they both fucked her, moving their cocks in and out of her, moaning and grunting.

Sharon was rubbing herself more furiously now and stepping even closer to the bed. I stayed on the chair, still rubbing my clit and my asshole, feeling close to climax. Anna's moans were near screams now as their movements increased in intensity. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. Oh shit!" She raised up off of Jack's cock just as Donovan pulled out of her and then screamed as she squirted a strong jet that sprayed all over the headboard and all over Jack, who had now started stroking his cock. Donovan was also stroking himself. I could tell they were both close to cumming, as well.

Sharon also screamed, and I watched as she squirted, as well, soaking all three of them. "Ohhhh fuck! Aaaaaah!" Both men grunted as they ejaculated, Jack's sperm shooting up onto Anna's stomach and all the way to her breasts and Donovan's sperm all over her lower back and ass. I knew I would be next as I screamed and bucked my hips. A strong squirt sprayed out of me and struck Donovan as well as the foot of the bed. Seconds later, we were all panting and trying to catch our breath. Then Jack and Donovan got up and left as quickly as they had come. Anna lay on the soaked bed, smiling at us.

"Mmm, ladies," she said. "Thank you. You made that experience even more special. I am very glad you came." She giggled at her play on words. "And I'm even more glad that the party is still not over." She grinned, and Sharon and I both exchanged glances. We were both smiling.
 

More to come.

 

Elaine

 

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

This is the next letter from Elaine. It contains wetting, masturbation, golden showers, and sex.

 

After Anna's incredible show for us, we got dressed and joined the rest of the partiers downstairs. While we did not witness or experience anything as intense as before, we did watch a few other couples having sex. Anna eventually left us to enjoy ourselves. We were relaxing at the bar when Sharon looked at me. "I need to pee," she said. She glanced around, clearly still unsure about peeing in front of strangers. I had to pee, as well, so in hope of emboldening Sharon I parted my legs and sighed as I peed through my skirt and into the cushion of the barstool. It did not absorb but spread between my legs and then dripped down onto the floor. "You're peeing," Sharon said. I just smiled. "Okay, fine. I can't hold it anymore anyway. Ohhh." Sharon breathed out, and I saw the crotch of her shorts glisten as she peed through them. "Ohhh, that's much better." As she peed, she looked around and realized that no one made any comments or seemed to be staring or leering at her. This made her smile.

"See," I said, "no one cares." We took our drinks to an area nearby with two cushioned chairs and a table between them. Two fully naked girls were making out in the corner, and as soon as we sat down I heard one of them squeal as she peed all over the wall while the other girl rubbed her pussy. Then the other girl sighed and pissed down her own legs, soaking the carpet. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to see another girl walk up to the table. She was also naked, and she stood next to the table, spread her pussy lips, and pissed all over it. Her pee splashed against the glass top and dripped to the floor. Sharon and I both watched, entranced. Once the girl was finished, she smiled and winked at us and walked away.

Sharon and I talked about what we had witnessed in the upstairs room and why seeing that and what we witnessed in the library had turned us on so much. For me, it was the pure surrender to ecstasy that I saw in both the girl in the library and Anna, to see them be both in control while also losing control. Sharon said it was the forbidden nature of something like that, the raw naughtiness of it, letting two men take you like that. She admitted she could never and asked if I ever would. I shrugged.

As we talked, I had to pee again. I saw a guy looking at me, so I decided to give him a show. I lifted the bottom of my dress and bunched it behind me. Then I spread my legs and relaxed. A steady stream of pee squirted into the chair, and I closed my eyes in relief. Sharon did not see the guy, but she was watching me, smiling. Then she sat up in her seat, slid the crotch of her shorts and panties aside, and peed directly into the seat. "Mmm, I love doing it like this," she said. Puddles formed between both of us as we emptied our bladders right there in our seats.

The night continued on, and we were both getting pretty buzzed and a little tired. Anna had returned and was walking amongst the party guests, even passionately kissing a few of them and at one point stopping to lift her dress and pee all over a couple that was having sex on the floor. She finally reached us. "Ladies, hello. How is your night going?"

"Great," I said, "but I think we're exhausted. Do we have a room?" Anna nodded and then gestured towards someone to our right. My eyes widened when I realized it was the brown haired guy who had watched me soak my seat earlier.

"This is Curtis," Anna said. "He will show you to your room." Curtis smiled. Sharon and I both stood up and followed him up the stairs and to the right. There was a group of three, two guys and a girl, getting hot and heavy at the top of the stairs, and I could not help but picture something similar to what we witnessed before happening with them soon. Curtis led us to a room that had two full beds. Sharon was the first in the room, and she chose the bed on the left as she flopped down onto it. Before I could turn to thank Curtis, he leaned forward and whispered to me.

"Do you want me to return after she's asleep?" I was surprised by this question, but almost immediately I nodded. Curtis left, and I walked to the bed on the right. I really was tired, but I could not deny that the events of the night had left me wanting. Sharon sat up long enough to remove her shorts, shirt, and bra and I pulled off my dress and removed my bra.

"I'm fucking tired," Sharon said as she laid down and pulled the covers over her. The room was dim, and I could see her laying on her back with her right arm draped over her eyes.

"Me too," I said. "Tonight has been… a lot."

"It has," Sharon said, "and I have to pee again." I giggled. "I guess if I just pee here in the bed it's okay." She sighed, and even though I couldn't see it, I could hear her pee dribbling into the bed under the covers. "Ahhh, that feels nice and warm."

I rolled over on my side facing Sharon and watched as her mouth opened in an expression of relief and pleasure. Feeling my own need to pee, I moved my left leg out just enough and let go. I felt the warmth of my pee as it sprayed out of me and into the unprotected mattress, puddling between my legs for a few seconds before absorbing slowly into the mattress. We both finished peeing too quickly, though, and Sharon rolled over on her side to face me. Her eyes were still closed.

"G'night," she said. "Thanks for bringing me here." 

"You're welcome," I said. I looked at her for a few minutes, and after a while I could not keep my eyes open.

I was awoken by the feeling of someone climbing into the other side of the bed. At first it startled me before I recognized in the dim light that it was Curtis. He crawled under the covers and scooted next to me until we were spooning. I could feel that he was already naked because as soon as he scooted close I could feel his penis against my bottom. I had a moment  of self-consciousness because I knew the bed was still wet, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. I reached back to stroke his cock and was again surprised that he had already put a condom on, as well. I stroked it gently and moved my hips so that my ass was pressing against him. Curtis reached with his arm and started rubbing my slit. I couldn't stop a moan from escaping, and I glanced at Sharon who was still asleep.

I moved my body up a little in the bed, turned slightly, and opened my legs as Curtis scooted himself down just enough to slide his penis into my warm, wet slit from behind. We adjusted our bodies until he entered me, and I gasped with pleasure. He wasn't big, but it was enough that he filled me, and I shivered with delight as he moved in and out of me. He reached with his arm and rubbed my slit at the same time and kissed the back of my neck. I moaned again and looked over at Sharon.

Her eyes were open. She was watching us, and I was tempted to stop, but her expression was clearly one of pleasure. I could also see her hands moving under the covers and knew she was touching herself. Curtis's thrusts were getting more vigorous, and I knew he would cum soon. I was close to orgasm, but I didn't know if I would finish with him inside of me. I kept eye contact with Sharon, though, as Curtis started to groan and hump me harder. He stopped rubbing me and was soon grunting as he came. Then he scooted away from me.

"You didn't finish," he said. I rolled over on my back and looked at him.

"It's okay," I said. "That felt nice." I watched him as he slid the condom off and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then he knelt next to me and looked down at me.

"Touch yourself," he said. I was both surprised and turned on by his commanding tone. "Your friend likes to watch," he said, motioning his head to Sharon. I looked over at her, and she was still watching us and still touching herself. I heard her sigh and then heard the unmistakable hiss as she peed in her bed again. "I'm going to piss on you while you touch yourself," he said. "Would you like that?" I nodded, and I could hear Sharon moan in the other bed.

I relaxed on my back and started to rub my slit. Curtis moved closer to me, still on his knees, and held his dick in his hand. My pussy was still wet, so my fingers easily slid in and out and to my clit. I stared at Curtis's penis as he sighed and a warm stream of pee sprayed from his dick and splashed onto my tummy. I gasped with surprise, but my gasps turned to moans as he directed his stream to my pussy. I felt the warmth of it splash against my clit, and I rubbed harder and faster. "Oh my god," I said. "Ohhhh, that feels so good." His stream continued and I could feel my climax building. I heard Sharon whine, and I looked over and saw that she was rubbing herself faster, as well. As Curtis's stream started to wane, I finally cried out as I climaxed. As soon as I did, I squirted and could feel my own pee splash my crotch and my thighs. I heard hissing in the other bed and knew Sharon had squirted, as well. "Thank you," I said, smiling at Curtis.

"You're welcome." He smiled, and then he walked out of the room.

"I'll sleep good now," Sharon said. "And obviously so will you." I laughed

And that was pretty much the end of the party. The only other thing of note was when we woke up the next morning Sharon stood up from her bed. "I've been wanting to do this forever," she said. I wasn't sure what she meant until she opened the drawer to the nightstand next to the beds. Then she closed her eyes and soon a strong stream of pee sprayed out of her and into the drawer. I couldn't tell what was in the drawer because it was still dim in the room, but it was too late to care now. 

I sat up in the bed and realized that while the sheets and mattress were soaked, the covers were still mostly dry. I stood up just long enough to place the covers over the bed. Then I crawled back onto the bed and lay on my back. Sharon had finally stopped peeing into the drawer and was watching me. I brought my knees up and then reached down to spread my pussy lips. I sighed and relaxed. Right away a strong stream of pee shot up and splashed back down onto the bed. I deliberately rubbed my pussy lips so that the stream splashed messily, wetting my legs and the covers under me. I gasped as I just kept peeing like this, making a mess all over myself and the bed. It also felt great to rub myself and pee at the same time.

Sharon must have had to pee again because she climbed up onto her bed and sat with her back against the headboard and her legs spread wide. I continued to pee and rub myself, feeling like I might orgasm soon, just as Sharon closed her eyes and sprayed her own pee all over her covers. I watched her start to rub herself, as well, still peeing and soaking her bed. We both started to pant and whine until we finally screamed as we climaxed, both of us clearly affected by everything we had seen and done.

We were sad to go, but the party was mostly over, and most of the guests were hungover or asleep or both. We found Anna relaxing on a chaise lounger in her front room. As we said bye to her, she stretched and then started to pee through her gown and into the chaise. She invited us to come back any time. Sharon and I both agreed that we would be happy to return.
 

That's it for the party. I may return soon with more stories from the library or of my own private at-home wettings.

Elaine

[Bacardi 10,109]

Hello all! 

My name is Freya. I'm a young woman in my 20s, with a loving boyfriend that comes to visit me sometimes in my little apartment. I don't really know how I stumbled across this publication, but I have a story to share! I didn't even know that I was into naughty peeing as you people call it until this one particular night. I hope you enjoy!

So my boyfriend, Scott, and I were simply hanging out one evening. We ordered pizza and put on Netflix and just decided to have an easy night. Partway through the movie I noticed my nails had been a little neglected and decided they needed some TLC. I did what anyone would do and got up to go get my nail kit, thinking the movie really wasn't that interesting anyway. That week I had been mesmerized by some nail art videos on youtube, and decided that I wanted to try one tonight. Scott didn't really have a problem with it, so I set out to try my hand at nail art! Using my dotting tools and brushes I spent upwards of an hour sitting there putting on each coat, then stopping and waiting 20 minutes for them to dry, then putting on more coats.

Right before I made it to the actual art portion I noticed that I was needing to pee. It was enough of a need for me to stop and acknowledge that I needed to go, but I had decided that I would rather do my designs first. I took the time to pour out the polish color on a small plate, then dotted the intricate designs as well as I could. It was tedious and time consuming, and it seemed like for every nail I did that was perfect, I had two others that I messed up completely and had to start over. It took another hour and a half, but eventually I was staring at my own beautiful nail art. I was so incredibly pleased with myself, but as soon as I laid my hands out to dry I realized that I had probably put off peeing for too long. I now had a throbbing pain in my bladder, and I wasn't really sure how to deal with it.

In the end, I decided to simply wait it out. The dots wouldn't take that long to dry, and I was sure that I could hold it. I turned my attention back to the TV, trying my hardest to pay attention to the movie and not the ache in my bladder, but eventually it became too painful to ignore. I had to make a decision. Did I want to take the risk of ruining the nails I had spent so much time working on, or would I instead hold it and run the other risk of peeing in my pants.

"Hey, Scott?" I called out to him. Maybe he could help me make the decision.

"Babe?" He answered me, and suddenly I felt silly even asking his opinion.

"I really need to pee, but I just finished my nails..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. This was just so embarrassing. 

"So what, you want me to pee for you?" He asked me. I laughed at him. He really was a creative dude. By now my toes were curling as another wave of pressure moved through my bladder, but I still found it within me to ask for his help.

"No, just, what do you think I should do?" I asked him, but all he did was shrug. "I don't want to smudge my nails." I asked him again, but all he did was shrug again.

"I don't know. Do you want me to go get you a bowl or something?" He asked. He had finally laughed, indicating that he was getting a kick out of this as well.

"Ew, no. I eat and cook with those!" I exclaimed. That would be gross, and rather unsanitary.

"Well, I guess your only option is to piss on your floor." He said, turning back to the movie. I scrunched my face up at the idea, but soon I realized that he was right. There really was no other place for me to go other than on the floor, and at that point I was willing to risk the integrity of my carpet for my nails

"I mean, I do have a carpet shampooer..." I said, standing up. I still had my hands out and my fingers spread apart to ensure that my nails didn't touch each other, but I didn't think Scott was taking me seriously. "Will you come pull down my shorts please?" I asked him, and his head whipped around so fast.

"Babe, are you really about to piss on your floor?" He asked me in a complete state of shock. 

"I'll just clean it up right away. I really, really need to go. Please will you come help me?" I begged him. He once again laughed at me, then stood up and took the few steps over to me. 

"You are crazy." He said under his breath while he took the waistband of my pants and underwear into his hands. He slid them down my legs and as gently as I could I stepped out of them. I seethed as a few drops of urine escaped from my body at the act, and knew I didn't have long before I needed to just pee. I took one long step from the couch just in case my puddle stemmed out underneath of it, simply squat down, and let loose.

Or, tried to let loose.

It wasn't like I hadn't peed in front of Scott before, but my bladder was still shy. I just couldn't go. I turned my brows down and concentrated all of my energy on my lower region, and before I knew it I was peeing ever so lightly. It was just a tinkle at first, coming out very dainty and thin. It was all the warm up I needed before I was able to relax enough and give my carpet everything I had. 

It was hard to focus on anything but the relief I felt, but the sound of my pee drilling into the carpet was amazing. I looked down between my legs and smiled at the sight of me relieving myself in such a controversial part of my house. Stealing a look at Scott, he was entertained as well. But if I had to guess, by the massive grin on his face it probably meant he was shocked more than anything. 

"This is fun." I whispered just as my stream began to wane, but just as I was truly enjoying myself it simply turned to drops before coming to a complete end. I was left dribbling above my puddle that must have been at least two feet in diameter,. The dark brown stain in my normally light colored carpet was really an amazing sight. "Could you please get me a towel and lay it down on the couch?" I asked Scott as I stood back up. He did as I asked as I twisted myself back and forth a few times to free myself of any stray drops, and when he laid it down on the couch where I had just been sitting I plopped right back down. I spread my legs wide so I could air dry and simply went back to watching the movie. Peeing on the carpet was such a liberating feeling. Something had awoken inside of me that night and I knew it would follow me for the rest of my life.

"You know you probably could have done that in the bath tub, now that I think about it." He said as he returned to his seat.

"Yeah I guess," I said with a shrug. "Too late now. I'll clean it up later."

If you're wondering, my nails stayed untouched for the rest of that evening! 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I have spent plenty of time browsing the letters that have been submitted to your publication, and I can say without a doubt that Elaine's letters about the library are some of my favorites. This is mostly because it reminds me of my university days.

For introduction's sake, I am a 41 year old brunette mother of two, although when most of these stories took place I was about 19-20. I have always been cute and chubby with a small tummy, big boob, and a nice round ass. I have been happily married for 20 years to a man I actually met while in college. In fact, he'll make an appearance in some of the stories I am about to tell you. And yes, he is aware that I have a pee fetish and has even read a few of your letters with me.

Anyway, the fun really started after I got an apartment near the university with two of my closest friends. We were in the process of moving in when my friend Sara heard about a party just a few blocks away. We all agreed that attending our first college party sounded like a blast. We decided to walk to the party. My other friend Jackie brought her boyfriend Brandon along with us so we wouldn't end up being three drunken ladies walking all alone at night after the party.

When we got there, it was already getting wild. There were at least 40 people in this big house, most of them from the university. We were offered drinks as soon as we walked in. We all agreed to stay together and best we could. This didn't last long, though, because after a while Brandon and Jackie started getting hot and heavy until Jackie gave Brandon a look. Sara and I both rolled our eyes.

"Go on," Sara said. Jackie and Brandon both eagerly left, obviously hoping to find a place to have sex. As I sipped my drink, I felt a twinge in my bladder. "You okay?" Sara asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I just kind of need to pee." I started looking around to see if I could spot a bathroom near us, but no luck. "Can you walk with me to find a bathroom?" I asked Sara.

"Sure," she said. "I should probably pee, too, before I get too drunk to care." She laughed, but I knew there was truth in her comment because I had seen her too drunk to care before. Sara and I had known each other since high school, and the summer after graduation during a sleepover at her house one of our friends had snuck in a few bottles of vodka. We all got smashed, and then as the night wound down we were in sleeping bags on the floor, and Sara said she had to pee. Then she said, "I'm too drunk to get up." Seconds later we could hear a hissing sound and her sighs as she peed in her sleeping bag. We all laughed about it, and even one of our other friends stopped laughing and squealed and we heard another hissing sound as she also peed herself. Neither of them bothered to get up and eventually we all passed out. The next morning, I woke up and almost everyone else was asleep, but I saw Sara tossing and turning in her sleeping bag. She didn't see that I was looking at her, but she was looking around like she was checking to see if anyone was watching her. She breathed out, and I heard the hissing coming from inside her sleeping bag again. I felt then that there was something more to her peeing herself that night.

So Sara joined me in our search for a bathroom. After squeezing past people standing around chatting and a few couples making out, we finally found the bathroom… and the long line to get in. "Well, shit," Sara said. She shrugged, but as I felt a twinge in my bladder I was getting worried. Sara noticed this and looked at me. "How bad is it?" she asked.

"Pretty bad," I said, "like I don't know if I can wait in this line without an accident bad."

"C'mon," Sara said. She led down the hallway and out a door that led outside to the side of the house. There wasn't much space between the outside wall of the house and the garage, but as soon as we stepped outside we could see puddles, making it obvious that other people had the same idea as Sara. "I'll watch the door, you go," she said. 

I didn't need much convincing. I placed my back against the house and tugged my shorts and panties down. Then I used the wall to slide down into a sitting position. My pee came hard and fast, spraying loudly into the dirt. I sighed with relief as I continued to make a puddle of my own on the ground between my legs.

"Shit, listening to that is making me have to go," Sara said. She checked the door one more time, and then hiked up her skirt. I watched as she didn't bother removing her panties but just slid them aside and then sighed and sprayed a stream of pee that reached all the way across to the edge of the garage. "Ohh, that's better," Sara said.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I turned I saw a guy at the other end of the house. He didn't seem to see us at first as he turned towards the garage, unzipped his fly, and started peeing against the garage wall. Sara and I both watched him as our streams ended, and as soon as his stopped he shook his dick and then zipped up. That's when he spotted us. Luckily we had already adjusted our clothing, but the fresh puddles at our feet were unmistakable. "Oh, shit, um… sorry about that," he said. He was attractive in a humble sort of way, like he wasn't trying too hard but it just came naturally. I didn't know it then, of course, but this man would eventually become my husband.

"When you gotta go you gotta go," Sara said. He smiled, but his face turned red with embarrassment. I couldn't help but think about how sweet that was. He turned away and walked around the other side of the house. Sara and I looked at each other and giggled.

Later that night, as we were relaxing on a sofa in the living room, the guy we saw walked up to us. "So… hello," he said. I smiled, and Sara glanced at me, grinning. He looked even cuter in the light and less embarrassed. "Proper introduction this time" he said. "I'm Ben."

"Have a seat, Ben," I said. I was feeling really tipsy and more than a bit tingly after having seen Ben's cock and now he was standing right next to me. He sat down in the chair next to my side of the couch. Sara smiled, and there was an awkward silence until she stood up from the couch.

"Well, I think I'll go get us some more drinks," she said, and then walked away. Ben and I talked. I won't bore you with all the details because this just isn't the time or place, but he was sweet. He said he was a freshman like me, and a Business major. We talked about our favorite movies, what we like to do on our free time, told stories about some of our friends.

After a while, Sara still had not returned, and I was starting to feel the need to pee again. I didn't want my conversation with Ben to end, but I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. "Hey, Ben, I'm sorry, but will you excuse me for a second?" I said. He nodded, and I hopped up from the couch. 

I didn't even bother checking the bathroom this time but walked out to the side door. As soon as I opened it, I heard moaning, and I glanced down to the other end of the garage and could see a couple clearly having sex. She had her hands against the wall of the house, her skirt lifted, and he was humping her from behind. They probably couldn't see me at this angle, and I had to pee too badly to be concerned about it anyway, but to be safe I squatted low to the ground and reached down and pulled the leg of my shorts and my panties aside and peed as quietly as I could into the ground. I finished quickly and snuck back into the house.

Ben was waiting for me, grinning, and there was a knowing in that grin but no judgement. Neither of us said a word about it. We just picked up our conversation where we left off. Eventually, Sara returned, and from the unbalanced way she walked it was clear we would need to leave soon. Ben and I agreed to meet again on campus the following week, and although I would have stayed with him all night I got up and left the party with Sara.

Once we got back to the apartment, as soon as I opened the door I could hear moaning coming from Jackie's room. I shook my head and Sara giggled. At least we knew Jackie made it back from the party safely. Sara walked into the front room and flopped down onto the floor. "I think I'm jus' gonna sleep in here," she said.

"If that's what you really want," I said. I walked to the closet space in the hallway and grabbed a blanket for her. I tossed it to her and then turned to walk to my room.

"Wait, stay with me," Sara said. "I don't want to sleep in here by myself." I shook my head and grabbed a blanket for myself and tossed it on the couch. "You're such a good friend," Sara said.

"Thanks," I said. Sara decided to just sleep in her clothes, but she clumsily removed her bra, and I took off my shorts. Sara snuggled into the blanket on the floor as I got comfortable on the couch. She made me tell her everything about Ben until her voice got faint and she stopped responding to my story. I soon drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later I heard rustling. I looked down at Sara, and she was tossing and turning. Her eyes were still closed, but it was clear that she was uncomfortable. Then she rolled over on her back. As I looked at her, her expression changed and she mumbled, "Screw it. I couldn't make it anyway." Then I heard a familiar hissing sound, and I was reminded of the "too drunk to care" comment. She was peeing herself. I wondered, although obviously too late, if it would ruin our carpet, but I was also amazed by how nonchalantly she just sighed and let it go.

"Sara," I said, "you're peeing."

"I know," she said. "I'm sorry. Couldn't hold it and didn't think I could make it to the bathroom. Ohhh." The hissing got louder, and I could see a damp spot forming in the blanket between her legs. "I'll clean it up in the morning."

"Whatever," I said, laughing. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again. I woke later feeling my own need to pee. I would be lying if I didn't tell you that it crossed my mind to be like Sara and just let it go, but I did not want to ruin our couch. The carpet could be easily cleaned, but the couch not so much. I sat up, and as soon as I did I realized the pressure was a lot worse than I thought, and I felt a tiny spurt in my panties. I gasped and stood up. Our bathroom was located on the other end of the apartment, and as soon as I took a step to walk there I felt another spurt. I wasn't going to make it without an accident. My panties were already getting wet from my spurts. I looked around to try to decide what to do. Sara had rolled over on her side and had kicked the blanket off of her. Her dress was up, and she must have taken her panties off or hadn't been wearing them to begin with because her bare ass was on full display. I could see the wet spot on the carpet where she had peed, and the blanket was clearly soaked. That gave me my answer.

I grabbed the blanket and bunched it up. Then without even bothering to remove my panties, which were already wet anyway, I squatted down over the blanket. Within seconds my panties filled with warm pee. I gasped as it poured out of me and dribbled into the blanket. It felt great to have my crotch get wet and warm, and I could not help but rub my pussy against the blanket. Sara moved a little and made a mumbling sound. I stopped rubbing, but I could not stop peeing. I looked at her as she breathed out and then a dribble of pee fell from between her legs, soaking the carpet under her more. She still seemed fast asleep as she was peeing, or maybe she was half asleep. 

My pee was ending, but now I felt very horny. I went back to rubbing my pussy against the wet blanket, and it didn't take long before I was biting my lip to hold back a scream as I climaxed right there on the floor next to my friend who had pissed herself. When I finished, I put the blanket back on the floor next to Sara, slid my wet panties off, tossed them into the laundry basket, crawled back onto the couch, and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning I was woken up by moaning sounds coming Jackie's room again, her and Brandon were clearly enjoying some morning sex. I looked down at Sara. She was laying on her back, still outside of the covers, and both she and the carpet were soaked.

"Hey," I said, "Sara, wake up." She opened her eyes and then blinked a few times. "You pissed yourself last night," I said. She sat up and looked down at herself and at the carpet.

"Well shit," she said. "Yeah, I vaguely remember that." I laughed. "Jeez, how much did I pee?"

"At least twice that I know of," I said.

"Wow, the carpet is soaked, I'm soaked, the blanket is soaked. How the hell?" I held my tongue as she tugged at a corner of the blanket and saw the dark wet stains.

"You were pretty drunk last night," I said. "Too drunk to care." Sara laughed when I said this.

"Well, since the damage is done," she said. I watched as she sat up, bent her knees, and spread her legs.

"Are you seriously just going to sit there and pee?" I asked.

"Might as well," she said. She sighed, and a stream of pee splashed out of her and dribbled loudly into the carpet, adding to the puddle between her legs. "Ohhh, that actually feels really good. Mmmm." She continued peeing, her eyes closing a few times and her mouth opened wide to show her relief.

"You're making me have to go," I said. I sat up and was about to go to the bathroom.

"Well, the floor is already soaked, so," Sara said, "just pee here." I bit my lip as I thought about this. It would be more convenient than walking all the way to the other end of the apartment, and she was right. The damage had been done. And my experience with the blanket the night before had been really hot. 

As Sara's pee was ending, I stood up and walked over to the blanket. I bunched it up again and then started to squat over it. "Ooh, that's a good idea," Sara said. I smiled as I closed my eyes and relaxed. Right away my morning pee sprayed out of me with a loud hiss and soaked into the blanket. I couldn't help but moan as I felt the familiar warmth around my pussy. I sighed and let it all go into the blanket. Sara watched me, smiling the entire time.

When I finished, we both stood up and looked at the damage. There was a really big wet spot on the carpet, and the blanket was soaked. Just then, Jackie's door opened, and she stood there looking at both of us. "I'm not even going to ask," she said. She started to walk down the hall but then paused and looked at us again. Then, unexpectedly, she stepped over to the big stain on the carpet, hiked up her night gown, and peed a thin stream right onto the stain on the carpet. She peed for about thirty seconds, dropped her gown back down, and then walked back to her room. "I'm not cleaning that up," she said, and closed her bedroom door.

Sara and I just looked at each other and then laughed. Then we walked to get stuff to clean up.

I have many more stories that I would be happy to share with you.

Alissa
 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Some time ago, one of your readers wrote a letter about me inspiring her to pee herself while staying at a beach resort and after she got back. That's right, this is Karen (and please, no "ok Karen" jokes since I am nothing like those bitches, and that isn't my real name anyway).

Some things you might not know about me. Most of the time I am quite elegant and proper. My husband is a partner at a very well known law firm downtown. As a result, I have been able to be a stay-at-home wife and mother. We have two children together, a son and a daughter. Both are adults now and attending university out of state.

This stay-at-home life is actually the origin of my wetting fetish. When you are home alone most of the day, thoughts and desires enter your mind. I remember it vividly. My daughter was in elementary school at the time, and my son was still a baby. My husband was away at a conference. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I felt my morning coffee working it's way through my bladder. It wasn't urgent yet, but I knew I would need to pee soon. I kept cleaning, though, and I was doing okay until my son started crying from his crib. I stopped cleaning and went to check on him. He was always a needy baby after a nap, so I had to hold him to calm him down. I was sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery when it hit me. I tried laying him back down in his crib, but he started squalling again. I picked him back up, and as soon as I did I felt a spurt in my panties. I was still wearing my nightgown, so I felt a tiny trickle down my leg. When I had to hold back another wave of pressure, I knew I had waited too long and wasn't even sure I could make the long walk to our bathroom while carrying my son without having a full accident. I sat back down in the rocking chair and held my son, trying to soothe him while also trying not to piss myself. I'm not sure how much time passed, but eventually I knew I had lost the battle when another strong spurt soaked the crotch of my panties. I knew I had no choice, now, so scooted forward in the rocking chair, tried my best to move my nightgown out of the way but knew I wouldn't be able to take my panties off without putting my son down, which would just cause another crying fit. All I could do was scoot forward and spread my legs. Almost right away a gush of pee soaked my panties and dribbled loudly to the floor, which was carpeted. I sighed with relief as I just sat there and peed full force into my panties. This went on for so long that I felt a tingle as my crotch got warm and the pressure of my pee was tickling my clit. I probably would have orgasmed if I wasn't sitting there holding my baby son at the same time I was pissing myself. But it felt so good and soothing. When I finally finished I finally managed to slide my soaking wet panties off. I tossed them into the laundry basket and then grabbed a towel and dropped it onto the wet spot on the floor.

This started the habit. A little later on the same day, as my son was sitting in his playpen, I had changed into denim shorts and a t-shirt and had gone back to cleaning the kitchen. While washing the dishes, I felt a wave of pressure again. This brought to mind how great it had felt to pee myself in the nursery. I fought against the urge to run to the bathroom, but again it was all the way on the other side of our house. Finally, when I felt the need to pee again, I unsnapped my shorts, tugged them and my panties down, and squatted, bringing my bare pussy and ass just inches from the kitchen floor. Then I relaxed and a stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed onto the tile floor, making a puddle that flowed across to the other side of the kitchen. I didn't care, though, as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the naughty sensation of pissing on my kitchen floor.

Still later, after putting my son down for another nap I sat in the rocking chair and started to doze off. I woke up after about ten minutes because my bladder was signaling its need. I had scrubbed the floor since my last accident, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to make another mess on the floor. However, the towel I had put down was sitting next to the rocking chair. Without thinking about it too much, I grabbed the towel, folded it a few times, and then slid it under my bottom. I glanced at the crib to make sure my son was still asleep. His eyes were closed, so I unsnapped my denim shorts, pulled them and my panties down to my ankles, and sat back onto the towel. Then I relaxed and soon felt a delicious warmth beneath me as I peed directly into the towel. I gasped at this new, wonderful feeling, and could not hold back a moan. I glanced at my son's crib, and he was still fast asleep. I relaxed and emptied my bladder completely, licking my lips and again nearly cumming right then and there.

Once I finished peeing, I knew what I had to do next. I got up, kicked off my shorts and panties, and left the nursery, taking the wet towel with me. I walked to our bedroom, which is right next to the nursery, tossed the wet towel onto my bed, and crawled into my bed. I placed the towel right under my bottom and started to finger myself. I rubbed easily at first and then hard and fast until I had to bite my lip to hold back the scream. Just as I suspected, I squirted when I came, feeling the towel get warm and damp again.

That was it. I was hooked from then on. Every day I looked for opportunities piss myself and when I had the chance to masturbate and almost always squirted when I did. I was always discreet until eventually my husband found out right around the same time I found out about his affairs.

But that's a story for another letter.

Karen
 

[MrSonata 208]

Hello wet carpet readers/-peers

My name is Fiona. I´m around 35 years old. About 175 cm high with blond hair that goes to my shoulders. It wasn't that long time ago that i found out about this magazine. I friend of mine showed me after something happened so this came up later after everything started. Let me take it from the beginning. 

It all started when I went to visit my friend a couple of years ago. I  knocked on the door and my friend opened and hugged me as soon I was inside the door. I needed a hug. Because my partner and I broke up two weeks before. I didn't tell her about it until this week and she insisted I came to visit her and talk about how i felt about it. I know she just want to make sure i`m okay. That´s why she is one of my best friends. Anyway she lead me in to the sofa and as soon we sat down she wanted to ask me if I was alright. 

- So Fiona. How are you feeling?

- I´m fine Jenny. I was really sad about it at first. Even though we both agreed it was for the best for us. It was hard the first week.

- Are you sure? I know how much you liked each other. 

- Yes I´m sure. Yea we loved each other for years. But something happened. And we started to drift apart. And well you know how it ends. 

- Sorry to hear it didn't work out. But you had some great times together. That will always be with you.

- Yes definitely. And we parted like friends. Not in the way many says it just to say it. We really did part as friends.

- Glad to hear it. I bet you had some great experiences together.

- We sure did. This maybe sounds weird. But it was one thing I always wanted too try with him but i never dared to ask.

- It can be hard to ask somethings even if you been together for years like you two had. So why did you think it sounds weird?

- Because it´s not weird that I didn't ask him. It´s weird because I think many couples do it and it really isn't that big of a deal. But I always fantasized about it.

- You can tell me. We are really close friends and you know I can keep secrets.

- I know. Okay I will tell you. I always wanted to share a shower with someone. I thought he was going to be the one I would finally going to live it out with. But because I didn't dare to ask it never happened. 

- I see. Well you said you wanted to share a shower with someone. How about we do that? Then you will finally know how that feels.

- Take a shower with you? I don´t know.

But before I could say anything more. She took my hand and lead me to her bathroom and started to get undressed. I just stood there and looked at her. She saw me looking and came closer and started to take my clothes off. I don´t know why. But I didn't stop her and even started to undress her too. And before i knew it we was standing there naked and she took my hand again and started to enter the shower. When she lead me close to the shower head she kissed my cheek. I just smiled and stepped under the shower head. I couldn't believe this was happening. One of my best friends and I are taking a shower together just because I told her my fantasize.  When I was facing the wall I felt Jenny's breasts against my back. She hugged me from behind and started to touch my breasts. I was surprised but I just turned around to face her and then I started to touch her breasts. I don't know why but it just felt right and let it al happen. I lent close to her and I gave her a kiss on the mouth. She gave me a cute smile and I thought I really was dreaming. Suddenly I felt her hand going from my right breast down between my legs. I really wanted her to touch me more down there. But I felt my bladder was full. Everything had happened so fast I didn't have time to pee. 

- Jenny I love this. But I have to pee.

- Just pee then. We are in a shower and I´m sure you have done it before.

- I have. But I always been alone.

- It´s just pee.

And when she said it. I heard a hiss and saw Jenny had started to pee. So I did it too. I wasn't even done when Jenny's hand was back between my legs. It was a wonderful feeling. And I came hard. It was a long time ago I felt this great. When I came back to what was happening I put my hand down my friend's legs. Soon she came too. We kissed and had  great time in the shower. But it didn't end there. She turned off the shower and lead me to the bedroom. Soon we were in bed and touched each other everywhere and kissing more then ever. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to lick me. I just smiled and looked down to answer her that she could do it. Her tongue felt great she was really good at this. I shouldn't be surprised about that. Her girlfriend and her had been a couple for many years.  So they have probably had some great times together. I know they had by now. This felt so good that I needed to pee again. And now when we where in bed I couldn't just pee like we did in the shower.

- I´m sorry but I have to pee again.

- Well just stand beside the bed and do it on the carpet.

- What? Pee on the carpet?

- Yea. That's what I do when I have to go at night.

- You do? How often does that happen?

-  Almost every night. Sometimes I wake up and just decides to do it when I´m awake anyway. 

- Wow. Well if you say so. I really have to go and I really want this to continue.

- Go for it. You know what, I join you.

And there we was. Standing on the carpet and I was the first to start. I felt it going down my legs and my feet got warm. I never done it before but I also knew this wasn't the last time. I smiled and looked over at Jenny. She smiled too. And then she started to pee.  While we both where peeing we kissed at the same time. Back in bed we kissed and just hold each other for a while. Before Jenny was down between my legs again. I felt my orgasm was close. But I also felt like I would pee at the same time.

- Jenny. I'm afraid that I will pee when I reach orgasm.

- Don´t hold back. Way to many girls are afraid they will kill the mood or be embarrassed if they pee when the come. Just let it happen. For me the best thing ever is to see girls just let it go and enjoy the moment. It´s nothing to be embarrassed about. It´s the ultimate sign that you are enjoying yourself and doesn't hold back. 

- Wow. If everyone thought like that. A lot of people would enjoy them self's much more.

So when I did come. I just let everything happen and sure enough I peed. Not much but enough to get the bed wet. Jenny didn't mind. She just gave me the biggest smile I ever seen from her. She came up and hold me when we drifted of to sleep. When morning came and I woke up. I needed to pee. So remembering what happened yesterday. I climbed out of the bed and just stood on the carpet. The carpet was wet and it cant be because what we did so many hours earlier. Jenny must been up this night and peed on the carpet. I just smiled when thinking about it and started to pee. What a great feeling to just pee in the bedroom like this. When i was done i climbed back to bed. As soon as my head touched the pillow. Jenny opened her eyes and smiled. She gave me a kiss and she looked relieved. I didn't understand why at first. But then I felt it. She was wetting the bed. She told me she liked to do it sometimes. I was not even surprised after everything we been doing. It was nice and warm in bed but it was time for breakfast. When we where dressed we ate and later when we were done and was in the kitchen too do the dishes. Suddenly Jenny sighed and I saw her pants got darker. She peed her pants right in front of me on the carpet in front of the sink.

- What are you doing? Why did you wet yourself?

- I like it. You should try it. You liked everything else we have done so far.

- Well i don't know. Wetting myself? What should i do with my pants when I´m done?

- Just leave them on or take them off. If you leave them om you can pee in them again as often as you want too..

- Well I can try it. No harm in trying it.

- Exactly.

And so I did. I wet myself and the carpet even more. While I was going Jenny came closer and gave me a kiss. And told me I didn't have to worry about her girlfriend. They did things like this with some of their friends. And if i didn't believed her. Her girlfriend would tell me more about it. I could hardly wait for her girlfriend Sara to come back home. And just to let you know. Carpet peeing has been a big part of my life sens then. We peed a lot on carpets together Me, Jenny and Sara. Later they both told me something that would change my life even more. Maybe I will tell you about it some other time. I have to go now. This feels like a long letter. Thanks for letting me share my experiences. And I will keep reading this amazing magazine.

/ Fiona

Edited September 13, 2020 by MrSonata

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

In my last letter, I hinted that my discreet wetting came to an end when my husband caught me. It happened so quickly that I wouldn't have even had time to explain myself. I had just put my son down for a nap. I was relaxing in the front room of our house, which is not far from the nursery. I dozed off for maybe fifteen minutes, and then I woke up needing to pee. I stood up, honestly about to make the long walk to the bathroom, but then I looked around the room and had a thought. The floor in the front room was carpeted with a very smooth lightly colored beige carpet, and I worried that any damage or stain to that would be difficult to clean and might be noticeable forever. However, we had placed a washable throw rug directly in front of the couch between the couch and the coffee table just in case anyone spilled a drink. It was a darker color than the carpet. I smiled as I pictured the naughty thing I was about to do. I was wearing blue denim pants and a t-shirt with no bra. As I felt the pressure building, I unsnapped my pants and then slid them and my panties down to my ankles. Then I scooted to the edge of the couch and relaxed. Right away a warm spray of pee squirted out of me and splashed to the throw rug. I giggled at the sound of it as it puddled on the rug.

Just then, the front door opened. I gasped and nearly fell as I tried to stand up, and I managed to pull up my panties and pants. What I didn't manage to do, however, was stop peeing. I had been so startled that my pee came out full flow, soaking my panties and pants. I clearly could not hide the spreading wet stain in my crotch, and in spite of the fear of being caught, there was a small feeling of relief as pleasure. It was short-lived, though, as my husband, home unexpectedly early stood in the entrance to our front room and stared me down. 

He was first confused and then furious. I don't want to share all that was said because much of it was very hurtful and demeaning. He humiliated me and berated me until I ran off to the bathroom in tears. I took a shower and changed into clean panties and a pair of gray leggings. After my shower was over my son woke up, so I sat in the nursery with him while my husband relaxed alone in his den. I cried some more, and after a little while I heard the front door slam shut, followed soon by the sound of his car starting and then pulling off.

I walked into the front room, and for the first time I saw the damage to the throw rug. There was a puddle on it and some small droplets from my spray. But other than that, it didn't look too bad. I set my son down in his playpen and then carried the wet rug to the laundry room. When I returned to the front room, I heard a faint vibrating sound coming from one of the end tables. It was my husband's cell phone. I normally don't snoop, but I was also still pretty upset about how he had treated me. I flipped the phone open and saw that he had a text from someone. I selected it and read this: "Hope you're on your way. I miss you. ❤️ ;-*"

Uhh…  who the fuck? was immediately my first thought. Just then the door opened, and there was my husband again. "Oh, yeah, I forgot my phone," he said, and he walked up to me, reaching for it. I held onto it and glared at him. Then I flipped the phone open, selected the message again, and then held it up for him to see.

"She misses you," I said. Then I threw the phone at him. He became defensive and tried to stammer out some excuse, and then there was some screaming from both of us as he tried to put the blame on me and the kids and stress at work.

"I want a divorce," I said. This changed his tone very quickly, and he became apologetic and even started to beg and plead. "Who is she?" I asked. "And don't lie to me." He hesitated but finally confessed that it was one of the paralegals at his firm. Now I understood why he didn't want the divorce, because he feared I would reveal the affair and ruin both his and the girl's careers. I could very easily do just that. But as I sat there looking at him, I knew I couldn't. I hated him in that moment, but I still loved him, too. "Fine," I said, "no divorce. But we are finished as a couple. I'll live in this house with you, we'll raise our son together, but we are done." He bowed his head, but he nodded. "And what you saw me doing earlier," I said, "that thing you humiliated me about and made me feel like shit? I enjoy it. I've been doing it for a while, and it turns me on more than you ever have, and I'm going to keep doing it, and unless you want our marriage to be over and for everyone to know about your tart girlfriend, you won't stop me." He stared at me, but he knew that I really could ruin him and that I would get everything in the wake of it.

Our son started whining from his playpen. "You can spend some time with our son. I'm going to MY room, and I suggest you figure out how to get cozy in your den because you are not welcome in MY bed." He nodded and then walked over to our son and picked him up. I stomped off to what used to be our room, flipped onto the bed, and wept. I lay there for a while, sobbing and crying, feeling hurt and exhausted. After a while, I needed to pee. I was honestly about to walk to the bathroom, but I hesitated. This was MY room now, and MY bed. I could enjoy my new pleasure, and my husband wouldn't stop me. So I just lay there and sighed as I emptied my bladder into my bed, feeling the warm wetness beneath me as it soaked into the covers. I gasped as my pee hissed and dribbled, filling my panties and leggings and warming my bottom and crotch. "Oh my god," I said. In spite of how upset I had been, I could not help but reach down and rub my crotch. Soon I was feeling my orgasm build while my pee still seeped through the crotch of my leggings and into my bed. I had to bite down on the blanket to stifle my scream as I came. I knew in that moment that I would be pissing myself more often and that I would be getting as much sexual pleasure from it as I could.

About an hour later, I came out of my room, still wearing my soaked leggings and panties. My husband was walking down the hall. He said he had put our son in the playpen because he wanted to talk. "I don't have anything to say to you," I said. Then as I stood there, I felt a need to pee. I just relaxed and felt the familiar warmth in my crotch as I stood right there in front of him and pissed myself again, sighing to show my pleasure.

"Are you pissing yourself again?" he asked.

"I am," I said. "Ohhh… and you'd better… mmm… get used to it." I let it all go into my pants, feeling it fill my crotch with warmth and dribble down my legs. "Because I don't give a fuck what you think," I said.

"What if I thought it was hot," he said. This made me look at him. It was then that I noticed the bulge in his pants. He took a step towards me. "Please," he said, "I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you. I promise I'll never do that to you again. And if this is something you enjoy, I'm not going to take it away from you. And seeing you like that…." 

He didn't finish his sentence because I leaned in and kissed him. I know, I'm an idiot for believing him, for taking him back, for giving in. But as I stood there, my crotch warm and wet and his cock poking up in his pants, I couldn't help myself. While still kissing passionately, I unzipped his fly as he tugged my wet leggings and panties down. I stroked his cock, feeling its hardness in my hands. Then I let go of it, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop to his feet. We both kicked off our pants and underwear, and soon our shirts were off, as well, and my bra. My husband pressed me against the hallway wall, and the familiar feeling of our naked bodies together made me moan. I started rubbing his cock again, and he rubbed my slit.

"Wait," I said, taking his hand away, "I have to pee some more." I sighed and just let it dribble down my legs and puddle at my feet. He watched me, his eyes wide with delight. Then he was against me again, and soon I could feel his cock against my slit. I moved my hips just enough to let him enter me. He moved in and out of my slowly and sensuously until I started to gasp as my orgasm started to build. He kissed me and his thrusts became more vigorous as I started to cum and then he grunted and I felt him ejaculate inside of me. Then as I climaxed, he pulled out of me and I felt a squirt of pee spray against his crotch and dribble to the floor. "Holy fuck, that felt amazing," I said. "I've never done that before."

"My god, that was sexy," he said.

"Mmm," was all I could say in agreement. Then the moment hit me, and I looked at him. "That was incredible, and I'm not saying that will never happen again. But it also doesn't get you off the hook. You're still my husband, I'm still your wife, and I still love you, but I'm not ready to welcome you back into my bed. Not until I can trust that I'm the only one for you." He bowed his head again.

"I understand," he said. I picked up my wet clothes and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I felt like crying again, but I was also still coming down from that amazing orgasm. I wasn't sure if it was my husband that had turned me on so much or the peeing or both.

Eventually I forgave him, and he remained faithful. We bought a mattress protector for the bed and enjoyed some wet sex together. And so that was the beginning of my freedom to piss myself around the house as I pleased, including the bed, although I was still discreet enough to keep it hidden from my kids for years. Once they were grown and had went off to college, though, my husband and I were no longer concerned about being discreet. We pissed on the furniture, the carpets, our bed, and even the walls. If it got too bad, my husband would pay cleaners to come in and clean up the mess.

And that it why I am the type of friend who sends their best friend to a resort and encourages them to enjoy some wetting. Maybe we can be friends?

Karen

[wetwulf 3,322]

Very hot letter @MrSonata! I am always pleased to read anything you write.

[Syah 3]

Reading your story turn me on ..so i also tried and wet my bed and masterbate..

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Several of you have messaged me and asked for more info about my life after my husband discovered my wetting habits. Well, it's been amazing, as you can imagine. I didn't have to hide the pleasure I get from pissing myself or of peeing in naughty places, as long as I kept it discreet from our kids. He even joined me on a few rare occasions like when he caught me squatting in the corner of our dining room after having moved one of our dining chairs back to pee all over the linoleum floor under our dining table. I just gave him a naughty smile, and he grinned, unzipped his fly, took out his dick, and peed right there on our dining room floor. Our kids were at school, so soon after we finished peeing he approached me, and we had mind-blowing sex right there in our dining room.

Mostly, though, I enjoyed my pleasures alone because he was gone so much for work. I know some of you question me trusting him to be gone all the time after he had an affair, but what else could I do? Make him quit his career? Besides, he indulged me in other ways, as well, paying to have the carpets cleaned about once a month or the upholstery cleaned on our sofas and chairs.

There was one morning that he called me, waking me up, to let me know that his plane had landed safely. "Are you still in bed?" he asked. I had already sent the kids to school and had gone back to bed for a little while.

"I am," I said. "You woke me up early. My alarm doesn't go off for another half hour." He apologized. "It's okay," I said. "I need to pee anyway." I stretched and yawned. "Ugh, but I don't want to get up." He chuckled.

"Well, what are you going to do, just piss in the bed?" he asked.

"I just might," I said. I was just teasing him, although I was very excited by the thought of just laying there and letting all of my piss go in the bed.

"You do, and we'll need a new mattress… again," he said. He didn't sound bothered or upset by the idea.

"Hmm, well," I said, "it might be worth it. I just don't feel like getting up yet. And I really have to pee."

"Just go, then," he said. "I know you really want to." I was surprised by this, but I also felt my pussy quiver as soon as he said it.

"Wait, are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, "if you really want to piss the bed, then go for it. But I want to listen to you enjoy it." I smiled as I rolled over onto my back.

"Oh, you do, huh?" I said.

"Yes, I do."

"Mmm, good, because I can't hold it anymore," I said. I was still laying on my back under the covers, so I spread my legs just a little. I was wearing my nightgown and a pair of lacy panties. The nightgown was long enough that I could still feel it under me and knew it would be getting wet as well, but I didn't care. While holding the phone receiver to my ear, I did my best to relax. "Okay, here it comes," I said. Seconds later my panties filled with warm pee as I sighed and pissed my panties, soaking them and my nightgown and the bed. I could feel the sheets getting warm under me as I peed more and more, and I knew it was soaking through into the mattress. "Oh. Oh my god, this feels so good. Mmmm."

"You're really enjoying that, aren't you," my husband said. 

"Mmm, oh god yes," I said. "Mmm, shit, it's so warm and relaxing, but it feels naughty, too. Ohhh, the mattress is getting soaked."

"It's okay," he said, "let go. Enjoy yourself." As soon as he said this, I relaxed and emptied my bladder fully, feeling my warm pee saturate my panties and soak into the bed. 

"Mmm, that feels so good, I think I need to touch myself," I said.

"God, I wish I was there with you," he said. I heard something on the other end of the phone line that sounded like a zipper.

"Where are you?" I asked, as my pee was easing to a dribble but still warming my panties and the bed.

"My hotel room," he said, "and I want to jerk off while you touch yourself," he said.

"Mmm, okay," I said. With my panties still on, I rubbed my wet crotch, feeling the rub of the wet fabric against my clit. I gasped and moaned, and I could hear my husband stroking himself. "Ohhh, it's not gonna… be long," I said. "Mmm. Oh. Oh! Oh god, I'm gonna come! OHHHHhhhh!" As I cried out I could hear my husband grunting as he also came. As my climax ended, I felt my panties get wet again as I squirted into them, soaking the bed even more.

"That was so hot," my husband said. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I said. "That will not be the last time I piss in our bed."

He chuckled. "So I should hold off on getting that new mattress."

"Probably," I said.

It was the right call because bedwetting became a regular thing for me after that, especially on lazy mornings like that or when I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, and I would just relax and piss in the bed. I loved the wet and warm feeling under me as it slowly soaked through the sheets and into the mattress. Of course I didn't masturbate every time, but it happened a lot. There were even a few times that I peed so hard into my panties and the bed that I didn't have to touch myself to come. 

When my husband returned home, he didn't wet the bed with me at first, but he would watch me do it and then would make love to me right on my wet spot. Finally, one morning he sat up to go to the bathroom, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "Fine then," he said, "I'll just piss right here because I really have to go." He took his dick out of his boxers and started spraying a warm stream of pee that splashed against my tummy and dripped to the bed. I moaned to show my delight. He peed more, and seeing his flow made me have to go, as well. While my husband's pee stream continued to splash against my belly, I relaxed and sprayed my own pee all over my inner thighs and the bed. When we finished, he moved close to me and we made love, not caring how soaking wet everything was.

And of course I continued peeing in random places in our house, as long as I was able to hide it from our kids. This went on for years until the summer before my daughter left for college.

But more on that in my next letter.
 

Karen

[hentaixt 1,579]

Hello again all, it has been some time since I posted. If you recall, I go by AshPee and I'm a member of a split pool with male and female sides that allows and encourages the ladies to pee anywhere in the changing area. I know you would love it if wrote all the time about my visits, but since it is so common I only remember the exciting or out of the usual stuff. I will give you a few and then get to the real reason for my post. The stories will just help with the rest of it too.
Several months ago we had an older woman join; she was probably late 40's and seemed affluent. She never swam, would just sit on one of the chairs and tan herself. Quite often she would lie face down and untie her top so she did not have tan lines on her back. If I had to speculate she wore deep backless dresses often. She knew the policy of using the changing room, but she was not exactly... subtle. She would often get up from her seat and walk to changing room and forget her top, which was fine since this was the women's only side. However she would get just inside the door to the changing, lean against the wall, and just let loose. Again nothing too odd, but she always had a, we'll call it "lewd" expression.

The owner's daughter got a bit of a "pissing contest" with a few of the visitors. Basically they were not making sure to clear the floor as asked so she could hose the room down. So after several repeated warnings, she literally just drenched everything. I was in the room when it happened so I got to watch. I heard her across the room come in and start prepping for the cleaning. As she surveyed the room, she started cussing, and threw the hose on the floor. She left and came back gulping down a huge glass of water, walked past me, stopped and stripped off her shorts and underwear, turned back to look at me and asked, "Do you have to go too? I wanna soak these clothes." Thankfully I was empty, but I would have declined anyway for liability. Anyway, she has really improved her control and flow, but I suppose when you practice that can be a thing. Her stream was hard, fast, and very yellow, she had spread herself to get the most concise spray. It was a good long pee too, between half to a full minute, and the smell was heavy on the stuff when she finished.  When the ladies found the clothes they were supposed to put back on when they left stained, they went to the manager and complained. She fawned ignorance and covered with the policies even though that was not "courteous" at all. The manager gave them some money for cleaning, just $30, and they never left stuff on the floor after that.

The last story is maybe not as interesting, but I will include it just for fun. Apparently we had a visit from some super models or strippers, possibly both. There were three of them and the swimsuits they brought were outlandish. One was a micro bikini, one was a micro sling bikini, and the third was normal sized but basically see through. When I say micro here, I mean extremely micro, if you move too much or fit slips at all, you are displaying something. The sling was so small that if she bent over you could see her pucker; the suit was not designed to cover it. They only showed up a few times and they were always raucous. They took full advantage of the changing room too, nearly every 20 minutes one or all of them would go to pee. It was kind of fun to see them though, because they wanted to try a new place whenever they had to go. So one of them would try a location and then the next girl would make a point not to duplicate it unless they, "Had to try it!" They would cheer each other on and occasionally take pictures and talk about posting them. I am not sure if they were only in town for an event or maybe they just got bored, but after some weeks we never saw them again. That was fine with most of the regulars as well.

So with that out of the way, I get to the more interesting stuff. The male side of the pool is closing entirely. Well, not exactly. There are really only five men that still attend, so the manager told them she is converting to ladies only. Three of the guys left with no issues and apparently two are actually going to get to stay. One of them is an overnight worker and turns out he is gay. He pleaded his case saying it was the only pool that had 24 hour access anywhere near him and since he was gay it did not matter if he was around naked women. So the manager let him slide, mostly because he swims super late, long after most people have left. The other gentlemen was the opposite, he was a morning lap swimmer and was only at the facility between 6 am and 7 am, siting that he seldom sees anyone even in the parking lot. He also stated that he was happily married religious man and the only woman he cared to see naked was his wife. If the ladies were okay seeing him, he was going to pretend they were not there anyway. Now, the part that surprised us was this: The old women's side was being converted to "clothing optional" and you could now pee freely anywhere in the pool area. The only restriction was going in the pool itself and the manager said once a visit for each girl was probably fine. This was a recent announcement and has only been going for the last month. I have been taking advantage of the nude policy mostly to get some eye candy.

I have been leaning towards being bi-curious for awhile, so this was a great opportunity. Now let's get to the good stuff. I am going to say that once the public announcement was made we got some new ladies joining to see what it was all about. We had a few prudes disapprove of the peeing policy and leave saying it was vulgar and unsanitary, but they were fine stripping and walking around with stranger naked..... Go figure. The door between was left unlocked now and dressed bathers could come over to pee freely on the nude side. The older lady that I mentioned earlier was very excited. She actually asked if she could post a flyer and it read basically like this, "Salutations patrons of the pool. My name is [redacted]. I am actually a fan of watersports and enjoy engaging in them regularly. If you see me lying out on nude, feel free to relieve yourself on me directly. I ask that you not spray my face as I need to look presentable, but if you ask I may allow it. Otherwise, my body is free to use whenever I am here. Thank you." As you can expect it was a bit odd at first, but a few of the younger girls asked and were encouraged to do it. Pretty soon there were ladies that would go on her every time they needed relief. The owner's daughter started hosing down the pool space as well. She would often come out dressed and get badgered into stripping until she was done. It was all just playing, cat calling her and saying things like, "NUDES ONLY!" She would often go on our "Bathing Beauty" as we nicknamed the elegant lady.

The last thing I have to share is a petite wonder. I have no idea how old she is, but you all need to hear about her. One thing I never mentioned was there are diving platforms, like you find on competition pools. The first few times I witnessed this I was in literal jaw-dropped awe. A girl came over to the nude side from the public side. She would walk the full length of the pool to get to the diving side since the door was at the opposite end. Along the way she would pull the strings on her bottoms and remove them in transit. She would then climb up onto the platform closest to the wall in the center and squat with her butt right at the edge, legs spread wide, and privates just over the water. After a few second of adjusting her pose and checking her balance she would start to go. She never pees more than ten seconds, but the impressive thing is her flow does not hit the surface of the water before it stops coming out of her. The arc actually goes high AND far enough so that she is finished going before the first of it has impacted. It makes quite a racket and honestly might be louder than the hose. She is only allowed to do it once a visit, so it becomes a little show. Everyone stops and waits, if there is anyone in the pool they move out of the way, it is quite the spectacle to behold. I have been in the best place twice now. The first time I swam over and was really close to her, I got so near her that I think I made her blush. So the next time I went the other way. I waited at the far end of the pool and dove under the impact. IT WAS HEAVY! Like having a water balloon dropped on you from the third floor. I think that actually made her more embarrassed, so after that I kept a good distance and just sat on the edge to watch.

I have used the "Bathing Beauty" several times, including a few where she was allowing it on her face. There were six of us and we sort of came over in stages, I think she got too aroused and wanted it. The first and second girls were going and the third saw them and decided she needed it too. The fourth and fifth were the lucky ones and got an open mouth to aim for, and the sixth got to go solo and Beauty actively swallowed. That sixth girl was me. {BIG GRIN}

I will try to post some stuff more often, I'm sure more will happen now that we have the nude rules. As I have said before, "Keep the Carpet Wet for Me."

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This is a true story told in this style based upon a situation my friend was in and told me about in quite a lot of detail. Not in a weird way, but we have shared toilet cubicles before, weed outside together and if we share a room for a trip or something we will change in front of one another, talk in detail about sexual experiences, without thinking anything of it as we've known each other for years. I've filled in some gaps but not many!

 

Dear Wet Carpet,

I'm Jo, a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed woman in my mid to late 20's. I have a couple of female friends who quite openly wee wherever and whenever they want to. I've only done this a couple of times, after realising that if you're desperate and there isn't anybody around, there isn't any harm in an outdoor wee, and I'm not the only woman to do it. Recently though, I was caught weeing on a bush by a guy and I was completely shocked at the fact I was caught! My friend Sammy reassured me that she has been caught a few times in worse places, and most people think nothing of it. I'm not as uninhibited as she is, but here's my story...

I was going for a walk by myself as all the shops are closed right now, but had been for a cup of tea with Sammy beforehand. I had planned this walk through quite a big outdoor space and then could stop for another tea at a little shop that was open still. Having got to the tea place I had already filled my bladder with the tea from earlier and a little bottle of water for my walk, which was over an hour long. Google maps had been wrong though! This place was closed even though it was allowed to open as it sold. Annoying but not the end of the world I'll just pop to the public toilets nearby and head back to the car. Those were shut too! I was getting a little worried as I really needed a wee. I looked on my phone for nearby shops and toilets and there was nothing. Taking the quickest route back to my car now would be 20 minutes and then I would still have to find somewhere. I was texting a group chat with Sammy and a couple of other female friends throughout the walk and after expressing my need for a wee and the toilets being closed, and of course Sammy found this funny and all she said was 'when you gotta go, you gotta go'.

It's fine, I thought to myself, I'm in a big park, I'll just nip off the track for a wee. As I head back to my car I keep an eye out for possible spots. The track has quite a few people passing by. I started to realise that in summer this would be easier as theres's less foliage to cover me now! I joked back to the group chat 'Looks like I'm taking my second covid wee'. Honestly, this is one of the more tame things that gets discussed in the group.

Eventually I found a spot. Off the footpath there was a hill of trees with some bushes covering the front. I march up the mini hill in a walk/jog up an informal footpath and find a passage into the bushes. There's nobody here, perfect! Everyone seemed to be sticking to the track, and there was another footpath on the other side, but it was pretty quiet. I look around for the best spot and choose a tree, surrounded by bushes on the one side. Facing the tree, I ride up my blue coat jacket, and slide down my black Lululemons. I try to get into position facing the tree, as that's where I'm exposed, but that would make me wee uphill, so I raise my squat a little bit, open my legs slightly, leaning forward, with my bum basically pointing at the bushes. I wanted to be quick so high squat wee it is. I begin, with my very much bushless vagina spraying my wee over the luckily still thick leaves of the bush. I thought to myself, that there are ways to keep my feet dry when having an al fresco wee. This was a problem I had the other two times, maybe its because my stream seems to point downwards. This position was stopping any splashback.

I was quite enjoying relieving myself and would have been half way through until I heard a rustling over the sound of my weeing. Everything else was like in slow motion but really can't have been more than a second. I was begging myself in my head to stop weeing, and my stream was trailing off, but it was too late.

"Oh! Sorry!" Said a man to my right, looking right at me as he passed by the bushes I was rather gracelessly weeing over. I noticed he was a bit older than me but not old, and had dark hair wearing a running shorts and a coat. He was jogging on the informal path across this hill and quickly carried on with this past me. My bladder emptying ground to a halt and feeling like I was red and flush, I quickly drop into a full squat and reach for my clothes, which was lucky as a woman was hot on his tail, and I was embarassed all over again, but I don't think she saw me.  I ended up thinking afterwards that the woman  probably hadn't seen me because she had been listening to music as I definitely saw she had one of those arm straps for your phone, and much to my nightmare, the man turned around and spotted me because he heard a noise as I didn't notice him with earphones or anything. Its mortifying! If I'm in the ladies room I don't think too much of the fact that noise is made when you go the toilet, but this was different! It was a man, hearing me publicly urinate over a bush. I have no idea of knowing what he saw but I hope that the fact I was bent forward meant he didn't see my vagina.

With all of this I pull my Lululemons and knickers back up and brush my coat down over them. I stand up and leave my spot, walking up to where the man spotted me, where I turned around and looked back at the tree and bushes. I needed to know what he saw. I could only guess but it looks like the best show he got was a bent over blonde woman and maybe a bit of thigh! Oh that and the trickles of my wee flowing around the base of the bush, and dripping off some of the leaves in the middle section of the bush. I quickly moved down the hill and again was greeted by more wee trickling downhill out of the bush. I'm sure I was red with embarassment, but girl power I guess! Nobody would see any of this from the main footpath and I briskly walked back onto the main path. My knickers felt slightly cold from the abrupt stopping and no wiping, but ho hum.

As I told my friends of this experience, they found it completely hilarious, and Sammy mentioned that she had been caught weeing in the same park once, so she knew my pain. Has this put me off? Who knows.

[Kupar 13,319]

Dear Wet Carpet

I just don’t know what to do and I am so confused. I work at a car dealership as a receptionist, and I have a really unpleasant boss. He makes my life a misery – I don’t know whether he’s jealous of how popular I am with my colleagues and the customers. I suppose I’m easy to like: I’m young, pretty and I guess you’d call me sexy. I’ve certainly flirted, and more, with many of the mechanics and sales staff. But he’s just horrible. I’ve thought about quitting, but I need this job.

Last week my manager was really awful to me, putting me down in front of my colleagues and making me feel dreadful. I had to go and shut myself away in the ladies’ toilets and have a cry. And that’s when I first thought about it.

All of us who drive to work get their cars cleaned inside and out by the junior staff when it’s quiet. We just leave our keys in a tray behind the front desk, and if there’s a slack time, someone will take a set of keys and clean up a car – it’s a perk of the job for us.

So I thought I would pee in my boss’s car – on the driver’s seat – to get my own back. If I was careful, no-one would see. On Monday lunchtime I just took his keys, got in his car, wriggled my skirt up out of the way, pulled my panties off and flooded the seat. It felt so naughty … and so good! By the time I had finished, the seat was soaked and there was a puddle of my pee in the footwell. He never said anything, but he must have noticed it when he went home – no way would the amount I peed have dried during the afternoon!

That was three days ago. But now I’ve found a note at my desk, and it says “I know it was you. If you’ll do it again while I watch, I won’t tell anyone.” And I don’t know who has written the note! What should I do? Please help!

Amy

[Alfresco 11,607]

@Kupar, I love this letter from Amy - a plot with a twist and then a second twist.   First of all she is caught and the reader (well me anyway) assumes that she has been caught by the boss, but then seeds of doubt are sown and it could be anyone!  So now, she is in a real dilemma because she needs to think about peeing in front of someone to avoid them telling others, but then that could lead to blackmail and how does she find out who she needs to appease without randomly telling people herself?.....   Ooh, the suspense.  I trust there is another letter to follow to update on developments.

Edited December 9, 2020 by Alfresco

[Kupar 13,319]

1 minute ago, Alfresco said:

@Kupar, I love this letter from Amy - a plot with a twist and then a second twist.   First of all she is caught and the reader (well me anyway) assumes that she has been caught by the boss, but then seeds of doubt are sown and it could be anyone!  So now, she is in a real dilemma because she needs to think about peeing in front of someone to avoid them telling others, but then that could lead to blackmail and how does she find out who she needs to appease without randomly telling people herself?.....   Ooh, the suspense.  I trust there is another letter to follow to update on developments.

Thanks @Alfresco! I had in mind that I need to write a follow up. But I'm not at all sure what will happen!

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Just now, Kupar said:

Thanks @Alfresco! I had in mind that I need to write a follow up. But I'm not at all sure what will happen!

Or maybe you need a letter from another reader offering advice?