Mary Dean and Her Husband Dining at Home

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      Mary Dean and her husband sat in their formal dining room eating their late night meal. Rather than dressing for their repast, they had forgone wearing a stitch of clothing and sat naked on the cushioned dining chairs. They finished off the bottle of wine and at that point they were a bit intoxicated, having drank several gin and tonics before sitting down at the table. The both of them were in the habit when they needed to pee during the meal, they did not get up from the table but  would simply scoot to the front edge of their seat and pee directly onto the carpet beneath thge table. Needless to say, the dining room carpet was quite pee stained from all the pees it had received over the years of their marriage. Neither of them gave a damn and did not care what their visitors thought about the badly damaged carpet or the urine smell. Most of their guests in fact had done the same thing as they routinely did and had nonchalantly peed on the carpet while dining in their home.
     Mary Dean's husband at the beginning of the meal had pissed hands free and had just let his piss fly from his dick and land wherever under the table. At one point, fueled by his his alcoholic induced state, he tried to piss by sitting back in the chair and flopping his dick across his left thigh to aim its head to the side. He released an arcing stream of piss to fall out into the room which in time waned, and he wound up dribbling all over his thigh.
 Sooner or later Kim got lazy too and just peed directly into the chair, soaking the wooden slates and drenching the insides of her thighs in the process as her pee cascaded onto the stone below.
After dinner when Mary Dean began clearing the dishes off of the dining room table, she stepped  back from the table to view the gigantic wet area in the middle of the carpet left by her and her husband. As she was bringing in the last of the dishes including a large antique bowl back into the kitchen, Mary Dean had a naughty idea. Instead of putting the bowl that had been a wedding present from her mother-in-law worth hundreds of dollars into the dishwasher with the other dishes, she placed the family heirloom bowl on the kitchen floor and stood over it, straddling it. She squatted slightly with her hands on her hips so that she was hovering over the valuable bowl and reassured herself that her naked pussy was correctly positioned. She nevertheless hesitated but her inebriated state kicked in and a dribbling flow of pee began to trickled into the bowl. The flow was so weak that much of the pee ran in rivulets down her inner thighs and off of her rounded ass cheeks. As she sighed with frustration and she increased the pressure on her pelvic floor muscles, her pee stream picked up momentum and started to splash and splatter in the bowl, It was at that moment that her husband got up from the dining room table and peered over the kitchen island to see Mary Dean urinating in the wedding present from his mother.
      He coyly asked her as to what she was doing but instead of waiting for a reply he went around the kitchen island and he reached down to his dangling penis and aimed it at the bowl on the floor. Mary Dean snickered and referred to her husband as a naughty boy as a fat stream of piss issued from the slit of the plum-sized head of his dick fell into the now half full bowl. With the combined flow of their pee it didn't take long for couple to fill the bowl to capacity. In fact their combined contribution caused the bowl to overflow to puddle on the tile of kitchen floor. Mary Dean having started to pee before her husband finished first, and she bounced up and down and shook her belly with her hands to dislodge a number of droplets that dampened her cunt flaps. When she turned her attention to her husband who continued to piss, he released his hold on his dick and she took hold of  his now slightly engorged penis. As her husband stood looking down at his dick, she attempted to direct his piss stream into the overflowing bowl without much success since she being female was unaccustomed directing a piss stream and the stream wavered and splattered on the floor. Finally her husband's piss stream became a mere trickle and Mary Dean, with an exaggerated pout  on her face for her husband's benefit, gave his now nearly fully erect dick a few shakes. 
     She bend over to carefully pick up the bowl full of pee, but she could not keep the warm urine from sloshing around as she walked to the backdoor and a large amount of the golden liquid spilled onto the kitchen floor. Her husband opened the patio door for her and she stepped out to sling the contents of the bowl splashing across the patio surface. In the meanwhile, her husband had busied himself by mopping up the kitchen floor with a dish towel.
 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Hot story @windy55! I hope we see more of this couple, and maybe some friends?

[Ilovepeestains 474]

I hope someday to have a wife like this, who will pee on the carpet with me, nonchalantly, whenever we feel like it, and leave it to dry and stay the carpets all over the house.

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Mary Dean and Her Husband in Their Sitting Room
    Mary Dean and her husband had put on their usual night wear and went downstairs to watch a travel documentary on the telly. Her husband had put on a red Tartan pattern, cotton sleep pyjamas and a black tee-shirt while she had donned just a novelty tee-shirt embellished with an image of Pluto humping Minnie Mouse. The tee-shirt fell to just below her pubic area and she had dispensed with wearing any panties so as she walked into the sitting room and plopped down on the sofa in the living room next to her husband, he reached over to caress exposed her dark, heart-shaped trimmed patch of pubic hair. The program was about visiting Rome where they had been on their last holiday which brought back sexually stimulating memories of all there naughty peeing adventures. 
     Without saying anything to her husband, Mary Dean slid forward off the couch and into a low squat over the antique Persian carpet and peeing. At the hissing sound resulting from the copious  pee stream exiting from between her labia folds, caused her husband's attention to turn from the telly to his wife weeing wantonly peeing on the expensive carpet. Mary Dean's peeing brought attention to her husband of his own bulging bladder, and as he stood up, he apparently realized how urgent his need to urinate was.  He quickly rushed to stand over Mary Dean's favorite plant its large ceramic pot which stood under a window. As he started to draw down his pyjamas to expose his  flacid dick and danglng balls, he suddenly spurted piss into the garment thoroughly saturating the front of them. Finally he fully cleared his dick and balls from the pyjamas before losing total control and hastily began irrigating the plant before redirecting his thick piss stream onto the soil. Mary Dean having finished her pee came over to stand beside her husband to watch him water the large, green leaves and observe the dripping, golden pee continue to add to a now massive pool struggling to soak into the dirt.
   The two resumed sitting on the sofa where Mary Dean as she cuddled up to her husband rubbed  her bare butt up against her husband's piss dampened sleep pyjamas. It did not take much encouragement n her part and her husband quickly lost interest in the program. Her husband slipped out of his sleep pyjamas garment and Mary Dean straddled himas he inserted his dick into her cunt. It was just a matter of fiftenn minutes before Mary Dean experienced an orgasm fueled by the day's naughty pees fresh in her mind. In turn it did not take long for her husband to cum and he shot her vagina with shot after shot spunk. After half an hour of post-coital play, the couple disentangled and downed the last of their beers before heading to bed knowing that there would further pee play upstairs. Her husband turned out the lights in the sitting room and followed Mary Dean upstairs, leaving the mess they had created.

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Mary Dean's father-in-law and his latest girlfriend who was a twenty-five year, borderline mentally retarded bimbo arrived for a week end visit. The girlfriend when she came in the door looked around the entrance hall with her brown, wide set eyes, wrinkled up her small, upturned nose on her round, chubby face and observed that the house smelled like piss. Mary Dean's father-in-law chuckled at her honest observation and apparently did not clue her in as to the peeing habits of his son and Mary Dean. After refreshments including several gin and tonics and having conversed in the drawing room for two hours, he turned and asked Mary Dean's husband where the loo was and her Mary Dean's husband told him to simply open the closet and use the plastic storage tub sitting in there. Or he told him if that that was too much of a bother, he certainly was welcome to relieve himself like he did at home by pissing in the  fireplace or anywhere in the room. Mary Dean rather than being stunned by her husband telling his dad where to piss knew that her husband' whole family was like them and were accustom to peeing when and wherever it struck them to do so. 
     Mary Dena was sitting where she was facing the closet, and she watched as he moaned and complained that his bladder was about to bust as he got up from the sofa and walked over to the closet. He opened the door and proceeded to undo his trousers in order to pull forth his stubby penis which because of the way he was standing Mary Dean had a profile view. He stood with his left hand on his hip and used his right to pull the foreskin back and aimed his dangling cock at the plastic tub. He stood there quite awhile, apparently even though accustom to pissing in front of an audience to overcome a degree of pee shyness before a thick, gushing stream of piss spurted from his cock head and drummed on the bottom of the empty plastic tub. He then began playing with his penis aiming not at the tub but at the rest of the closet, wetting the carpet around the cintainer before aiming his cock higher up, splashing the bottoms of the garments hanging in the closet. When finished up, he vigorously shook his cock of the last few dribbles before putting his penis back in his trousers.
      As he returned to sit back down on the sofa, his girlfriend whispered to Mary Dean that she needed to badly take a pee and asked where she could go. By then Mary Dean also needed to pee she told her that it was perfect timing for she also needed to relieve her bladder. Mary Dean inquired if it would bother her if peed in front her husband. The not terrible intelligence woman listened with her wide mouth agape then responded with little if any hesitation that she did not mind at all and giggled like a naughty child. Mary Dean thought that it would be sexual stimulating for her husband her father-in-law to watch the two of them peeing side by side on the plush, quite piss stained carpet. She spoke in a conspiratorial whisper to the very dumb woman about helping each other go pee-pee. The woman nodded her too large head and told her yeah and then flashed a grin at her boyfriend and Mary Dean's husband. Mary Dean encouraged her to get up and began undoing the woman's large size, short-legged denim jeans. She peeled the garment down to expose her white, cotton panties, pulling them down revealed that they were quite dirty with pee stains and a singular brown streak in the gusset. 
     Having pulled the jeans all the way down and helping her step out of them, Mary Dean allowed the woman to do the same for her. They then dropped into low squats side by side. Mary Dean reached over and began playing the bimbo's cunt, running her middle-finger between her rolls of pussy flesh, seeking out her clitoris and playing with her and then inserted it into her vagina. The bimbo reached dwon and spread her pussy lips with her fingers while Mary Dean continued to probe her cunt. Suddenly the bimbo apparently could not hold her bladder anymore and her pee began to pitter-patter on the carpet pile by running off Mary Dean's palm and down her wrist before falling. She began peeing in response and the distinctive hissing sound of their pee pushing pass the urethra openings and striking the carpet was enough to make them both pussy to become super wet. They quickly made large pee puddles side by side and as they finished they both stood up laughing at their naughtiness. Bouncing up and down they shook the clinging droplets of urine on their mops of pubic hair off and pulled up our pants and sat back down. 
     It was not long before Mary Dean's husband needed to piss. He did not make any kind of an announcement about his need but simply undid his trousers and raised his ass off of the seat of the cushioned armchair that he was sitting in and pushed his trousers and strap style thong down to hang between his knees like a hammock. With a bit of effort he pushed his semi-rigid cock down between his thighs and aimed its cock head downward towards the light-colored carpet. His piss stream was so hard and long that he made the largest urine puddle yet. As he finished up pissing and then pulling his trousers and thong and tucking his cock back in, he looked at the group and asked rhetorically if everybody was ready for more to drink.