The Housewife: Girl Talk

[wetwulf 3,212]

Let's fill you in in case you missed my last few stories: I am a stay-at-home housewife. My two children still live at home, but my daughter Kayley is in college and my son David is a senior in high school. My husband works a pretty demanding job in which he often works long hours. I discovered that my daughter enjoys deliberately peeing on her bedroom carpet and wetting her bed. This awakened an almost forgotten pleasure of my own, and I opened up to her and have been allowing her to continue her wetting pleasures, as long as she doesn’t mind my occasional indulgence and as long as we keep both a secret from her father and brother.

In my last story, I talked to my daughter about her bedwetting and was very open with her about my desire to do the same. Like the loving, understanding daughter I know, she accepted this news with some surprise but also with openness and encouragement.

Later the same afternoon, I was standing in the laundry room putting clothes in the washer when I felt my bladder gently letting me know of my need. I sighed and just let go, filling my panties with soothing warm pee, letting it trickle slowly down my legs and to the tile floor. I enjoyed the brief pleasure, and then sopped it up with a dirty towel and placed the towel in the washer. I pulled my panties off and dropped them in the washer, as well. Then the phone rang.

I actually received two phone calls: one from my husband letting me know he would be working over again, and one from my son asking if he could spend the night with one of his teammates after practice. I smiled after both calls, imagining what sorts of fun I could have that evening, knowing that neither of the men would be home. It had crossed my mind early in our marriage, as my husband worked after hours, that he might be having an affair. I even addressed my concerns, and he held me tightly, looked directly in my eyes, and said, "I would never." I believed him and still do. As for my son, he might be up to trouble, but he's 18, and 18 year old boys are often up to trouble.

I hung up the phone, still smiling, and yelled for Kayley. She ran into the living room, also smiling. "Was that Dad?" she asked.

"It was. And your brother called." Her smile grew and her eyes widened.

"They're not coming home, are they?" I shook my head.

"Your father is working another double-shift and your brother is spending the night with a friend." Kayley chuckled. I'm sure she couldn't help herself as she obviously looked very excited.

"Girls' night!" she shouted. "So does that mean we can... you know...?"

I laughed. "Well, I guess. But we still need to be careful. If you wet any other floor than the one in your room, you have to clean it up." Kayley giggled again. "And I'm doing laundry, so any wet clothes put them in the hamper, please.

"Thank you so much, Mom, this is going to be great! I kind of have to go now, actually."

"Of course you do," I said, laughing again. I watched as she slid her jeans and panties down to just above her knees. I was expecting her to squat, but instead she just stood with her hands at her sides, closed her eyes, and sighed. A strong stream of pee dropped from between her legs and splashed onto her panties and jeans.

"Ahhh, that feels nice," she said. She moaned and her stream grew to a messy spray that squirted out in front of her and splashed little dark droplets onto the carpet. A small puddle was also forming at the cuffs of her jeans, as well.

As I watched her, I felt another small urge in my bladder. Since I still wasn't wearing panties, I just scooted forward on the couch and let go, enjoying a short but warm splashing from between my legs as my own pee sprayed to the carpet at my feet. Kayley opened her eyes and smiled as she saw what I was doing. To my surprise, she pulled off her shirt, as well, and then removed her bra. She must have notice my surprise.

"What?" she said. "You said you were doing laundry. And Dad and David aren't going to be home for a while." I laughed. "You can go naked, too, if you want, Mom. It's not like we've never seen each other naked before." She was right, of course. I needed to wash the outfit I was wearing, as well, and my panties were already gone. So I stood up, slid my skirt down, and then pulled off my shirt and removed my bra. There were a few seconds of feeling awkward as I stood there in my living room, nude, but it quickly passed as I decided to just enjoy the freedom (and naughtiness) of my nakedness.

"I'm going to make dinner," I said, smiling again. Kayley laughed as she probably imagined me in the kitchen, completely naked, fumbling through the cabinets, putting food in pots and pans.

"Okay," she said. "I'll get this cleaned up."

It felt both awkward and liberating to be doing something I do every day, only with no clothes on. I wondered a few times if I would burn anything, but it never happened. I put soup on and grilled some sandwiches. About thirty minutes later, I called Kayley down for dinner. She came into the dining room, still naked, and sat at the table. I put her soup and sandwich in front of her, my face a little red from the strangeness of seeing my own daughter eating dinner with no clothes. Kayley blushed, as well. I scooted my chair out and joined her at the table.

"So, Mom?" she said. Uh oh, I thought. "You said you used to do this kind of thing when you were younger. Do you have any stories to share? You don't have to, but...I want to know what this was like for you when you were my age." I cleared my throat and looked down at my soup.

"Well, I told you the story about my cousin, Marissa, and her bedwetting." Kayley nodded. "That kind of started it. In fact, it was my aunt who built the bad habit, without meaning to, I think. When we woke up the morning after my cousin and I wet the bed, my aunt was apologetic and understanding. She didn't scold my cousin, and I was told that if I didn't feel comfortable sleeping with her anymore, I could sleep on the floor or the couch. She told me that Marissa wet herself a lot, especially at night, and she even had a few friends with the same problem who spent the night sometimes. My aunt said she's had wet beds, floors, and even couches because of Marissa and her friends. When I asked her if it made her mad, she said no, accidents happen, and she just cleaned up the messes the best she could.

"That night, I didn't want to admit to anyone that I had peed the bed with Marissa and enjoyed it, so I slept on the floor in Marissa's room. Late into the night I woke up to noises in Marissa's bed. She was tossing and turning, just like she had the night before. I listened until I heard a hissing and dribbling sound. I also heard her moan, and I wondered if she was awake or asleep. She sighed as the dribbling faded and was soon snoring."

Kayley sat up, smiling and staring at me to show her deep interest in my story. As she looked, though, I heard a dripping sound under the table. "Sorry," she said. I peeked under and saw a steady stream coming from between Kayley's legs onto the wooden chair, creating a puddle that had overflowed and was dripping onto the kitchen floor.

"It's okay," I said. "Anyway, as I said, I lay there in the floor, listening to Marissa wet her bed, and I remembered what my aunt said about wet beds and floors and couches. I still wondered if Marissa's bedwetting was an accident or not. The more I thought about Marissa and her friends peeing themselves, the more the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I was excited by the idea, and I also noticed that I needed to pee, as well. Would my aunt be as accepting if I wet myself? Or would I be scolded because I wasn't known to wet myself? Would she even say anything? The longer I lay there, the stronger the pressure in my bladder became. I decided to just relax and let my body decide for me. I lay on my back and spread my legs apart just a little bit. I was wearing a pair of lacy panties and a long night gown that stretched to my knees. I thought about pulling it up out of the way, but if I wanted it to look like an accident I thought I should just wet however I was laying."

Kayley moved in her chair again and from under the table I could tell she was squirming for a different reason. She was getting aroused. She wasn't touching herself yet, but I somehow knew she would be taking care of that need later. "So you did it, didn't you?" she said.

"I did. I just settled into my covers, closed my eyes, and let go. It didn't take long before I felt the warm spray fill my panties and spray out of the gusset all over my inner thighs. I could feel it pooling under me on the carpet, and then I heard it dribbling. I sighed, feeling the relief and pleasure as I just emptied my bladder right there in my cousin's bedroom floor."

Kayley put her hand to her mouth. "That must have felt incredible," she said. "What did your aunt say?"

"Nothing. I saw her scrubbing the carpet later and spraying it with Febreeze, but she never said a word. I stayed another night and, of course, I wet myself again. After my weekend with them, I started finding ways to wet myself, even around my own house. I loved wearing skirts so I could wet my panties without anyone knowing. My mother made me do most of my own laundry, so she never even saw my wet panties. And when I moved out, just before I met your father I lived in a dorm on campus, had my own room, and since all of the dorm mattresses were protected, sometimes I took advantage of that. Not every night, though, because we were all on a laundry schedule, once a week for each girl."

"Wow," Kayley said. She was squirming again and her face was flushed red.

"Go on," I said, smiling. "I know what you need to do." She smiled and was up quickly, taking her bowl and plate to the sink, shaking her bare ass playfully as she walked up to her room. When I knew she was gone, I stood up from my seat, as well. I could feel my bladder filling again, but I held it as I took my dishes to the sink and began washing the dirty dishes. The pressure grew and I reached down and held my bare pussy with my right hand while rinsing a dish with my left. I had to let to to scrub another dish as a second wave of pressure caused a tiny spurt between my legs. I set the dish in the sink and rubbed myself again, feeling another tingling need deep inside. I wanted to rub myself so furiously, but it felt a little wrong. This had all happened so fast, just two days of peeing with my daughter, then walking around naked, and now thinking about masturbating and knowing she was doing the same right down the hall?

As if on cue, I could hear Kayley's cries as she was obviously climaxing and maybe even soaking her bed in the process. This was all I needed. I rubbed my vagina gently, first caressing the front of my slit, paying careful attention to my very sensitive clitoris. I moaned and felt my legs weaken as another tiny spurt splashed against my fingers and struck the counter doors under the sink. I turned from the sink, knelt down on my knees, and sat back on my feet, still rubbing myself. I was getting more and more moist as I slipped my finger in and out of my vagina and occasionally rubbed my clitoris. Every time I did this, a small spurt of pee wet my fingertips. I felt the pressure grow with my pleasure. My climax approached as my bladder let go and I screamed as a warm steady splash of pee poured out of my and dribbled loudly onto the kitchen floor. I arched my back and continued to rub as I cried out, still peeing messily all over my legs and the floor. I could feel it pooling around my leg and running back to my feet. When my orgasm ended, I just sat back and let the last of my pee dribble out.

The phone rang, bringing me out of my post-orgasmic bliss. It was my husband. He would be home soon. I smiled, feeling the tingling between my legs again. He would be a lucky man that night. And maybe I would tell him about my recent pleasures, leaving Kayley out of it, of course.

[Flower_girl 37]

Your stories of families being able to pee anywhere in the house remind me of my family :) but with a lot less masturbating! Please keep up the good work I love these stories !

[Sunshine108 174]

Your stories of families being able to pee anywhere in the house remind me of my family :) but with a lot less masturbating! Please keep up the good work I love these stories !

Your family really left you pee everywhere in the house? Lucky you!!!

[Alfresco 11,103]

@wetwulf - Another great story - thank you.

@Flower_girl - you and your family being able to pee anywhere in the house sounds awesome - please tell us more!!!

[wsvoyeur 73]

Yet again, WetWulf, you provide us with an amazing story. I'm really looking forward to what will happen when the wife tells her husband. Keep up the great work.

Oh, and Flower_girl, like the others, I would love to read about some if your experiences.

[hibillymayshear 450]

Great story, maybe include David next time

:wink:

[SAMan1 402]

Another wonderful story, as usual. Keep up the good work.

It would be nice to hear more about cousin Marissa and her friends' "accidents" and what got them started.