I fondly remember the incident. I was on a vacation on the Outer Banks. On a lovely hot day, I lounged on the beach for about four hours with my family and grandkids. My son-in-law kept handing me these light beers, probably four or five by then, and I was starting to feel the effects. It wasn’t from the alcohol but my bladder that sent the urgent message. There were bathrooms about a half mile away and I knew that I wasn’t going to get there in time. I told everyone that I needed to cool off and walked down into the water. I stood there with the waves washing over me. At first, I couldn’t go but then I relaxed and pissed all over myself. It was such an amazing feeling. Not just the relief but the heat of my piss as it ran down my legs and swim trunks. It made me think that I wanted to do this again.
After vacation I was starting home from an errand. I had a small pee signal in the store, but I had plenty of time to make it home. Unfortunately, there was an accident and a long traffic jam. Soon I needed to pee, and my map program estimated my home arrival at 30 minutes, so there might be a problem. I bore down and tried to hold it. I hoped I could make it and kept squeezing.
20 minutes to home: I moved a bit and there was just a spurt of pee. It was stimulating to my dick, but the small bit of warmth felt nice. I squeezed down again and when I relaxed there was a second squirt. I repeated the squeeze and relaxed and there was a third. The pressure seemed to drop off at that point as I slowly inched my way home.
10 minutes to home: The pressure was back again, and I was able to stop after only two spurts. So far, my pants weren’t showing my accidents. I looked around the car and of course there weren’t any napkins or towels to aid in my distress.
5 minutes to home: I could see the end of the backup and hoped that it would clear soon. Pressure was mounting but I held on. My cock head seemed to be buzzing and I adjusted my dick so if I peed again, it would go in a different direction.
3 minutes to home: Thankfully the traffic cleared, and I zoomed by. I could see my house and of course the last stoplight turned to red with one car ahead of me. If they had driven through, I would have risked running the light, but I was forced to stop.
1 minutes to home: I was holding on for dear life when the light finally changed to green. The light said go and I did. My dick spasmed and out gushed a torrent of piss. I tried to squeeze it to stop but it was way too late. I pulled my pants open and even pissed up onto my shirt. While pissing all over myself I never moved the car to go around the corner to my house. A loud horn sounded behind me and I stepped on the gas. About a minute later I pulled into my driveway. I got out and quickly ran into the house. My wife was standing there, and she had a very surprised look and said, “That’s a really interesting fashion statement, what happen?”
She followed me into the bathroom and looked around me as I stood to pee over the toilet. Of course, I was all peed out. She gave my dick a little pat and told me, “You’ve given me something to think about. Let’s talk about this later.”
I had urine from the middle of my shirt all the way to my feet. I took off my clothes, took a shower and put my pissy clothes into the washer.
We are in our fifties and are both semi-retired. I’m Peter and I own a consulting company and deal with manufacturing processes and such. I have two employees who do most of the work and I manage the contracts and marketing. My wife, Judy, works for a friend at a jewelry store and I believe that we never break even with her purchases. We have sex but not as often as when we were younger. Judy isn’t as adventurous as I am but is willing to try some new things if the mood is right.
We have three daughters, Donna, Elizabeth, and Kerri. Our first two are married and seemingly happy pumping out grandchildren. Kerri, our youngest, was spending the summer on an oceanographic research cruise. We expected her back at home at the end of August.
A couple of nights later my wife almost insisted that I have a couple of beers and was pushing liquids. After dinner we were sitting out on the deck and joking and talking about things. She brought up my pissing accident and told me she thought it was kind of hot. That reminded me that I should head to the bathroom but before I could move, she got up and straddled me. She cuddled me for a minute and raised her skirt and showed me there were no patties. She whispered in my ear, “I’ve been waiting for several days for this opportunity. Are you interested in seeing me piss?”
I knew that under some situations my wife turned into a camel and could delay pissing for hours. “Of course, how long have you been holding it?”
“I peed when I got up this morning in the shower, but I’ve held it for you all day. I have to do something about it soon.”
I moved my legs together and pulled up her skirt so I could watch. Nothing happened for a while, so I reached down and started tickling her smooth, hairless pussy. She squirmed and tried to get up, but I held her close. “If you touch my pussy, I won’t be able to pee.”
Who knew she would be pee-shy? I moved my fingers up to her clit and gently touched. She was wet and slippery. I pulled my hand back and sucked her juices off my fingers. They had her usual wonderful smell and taste and quickly moved my hand back to her clit. She squirmed some more and said, “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
Just then I felt a bit of warmth and wetness. She spread her legs further apart and then she just opened up and the piss poured out onto me. It was like a water hose shooting hot piss onto my shorts, shirt, and crotch. My hand was still on her pussy, and she was breathing hard. She kept this up for about a minute before it slowed down. She leaned onto me, and I hugged and kissed her. Then I pulled my hand up to my mouth and sucked her piss off my fingers. She asked what it tasted like. I told her, “It’s not the same as your usual taste but similar. Your piss is sort of a weak tea. I’d like to try it right from the source.”
She made a funny face and asked, “Really?”
We sat there with her piss dropping off of us for a while talking about what we had done. All the wetness and warmth made me recognize that I needed to piss too. “Hey dear, I’ve got a full bladder, how should we take care of it?”
She stood up and unbuttoned her soaked skirt and dropped it on the deck and then unbuttoned my shorts and asked that I stand up for a second so she could pull them off. By this time, I had a pretty nice boner and she pushed me back into the chair and sat down on my lap. My dick was standing straight up, and it was nestled nicely with her pussy lips on either side. We rocked back and forth. The side of my dick was rubbing her clit and she was clearly enjoying it. With my erection my pee signal was there but not urgent. She massaged the head of my cock, especially the frenulum, and I was soon coming too. We relaxed and within about five minutes my pee alarm was going off again and I started leaking out. I tried to hold it back but soon I was showering Judy’s blouse and my shirt with piss. She held my dick and moved it around, till we were both soaked. It was hot and felt wonderful on both of us. We sat for a bit, piss dripping off our bodies onto the deck. It was almost dark and had cooled off so our hot piss had turned into a cold and soggy night.
Obviously, we were soaked as was the area on the deck. I’ve always been happy that our deck is very private so none of the neighbors can spy on us. We collected our clothes, gave the deck and ourselves a quick and cold rinse with the hose and headed inside. After a joint shower we cuddled in bed. I asked, “How did you like our pee play date?”
She grabbed my dick and said, “It was interesting. I expected it to be disgusting but there were some new sensations that really got me off. I’m not sure I want do this all the time, but it does raise some interesting options! One major problem is the mess with all the piss and the dirty clothes but I’m willing to try it again. You?”
“I loved it. It’s a whole new set of stimuli. I think I could really get into this fetish; it is a fetish, isn’t it?
Judy frowned, leaned over, and kissed my lips and our tongue twisted together, “Yes, this will be our fetish, just be careful where you put your tongue and what liquids pass through your lips.”
We cuddled some more and then drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Judy got up first and jumped in the shower. I quickly followed her. After a kiss and as the water sprayed on me, I pointed my dick at her and asked, “May I?” I moved the showerhead, so it wasn't on her and started peeing. I started on her thigh and then moved up to her pussy and then on to her breasts before I petered out. She had a big smile and commented about how much hotter it felt than last night. She then pushed me down to a kneeling position and started peeing on me. She kind of stood over me and started on my chest but then quickly used her hand to redirect her spray to my face and hair. She laughed when my tongue came out to sample her yellow piss. I tried to lick her pussy, but she moved back and told me to wait till tonight. We finished our shower and soon we were both off to work.
During the day, I texted several websites and photos to her. She wrote back, demanding that I stop (at least until she was home.) She also added that she was having a hard time concentrating on anything but pissing. I had the same problem.
Once dinner was over, I logged onto my computer and used our 60-inch TV to display some pissing websites. It’s amazing what people are willing to do for an orgasm and a buck. We have never taken photos or videos of ourselves, but it might be an interesting extension to our fetish. Judy made sure that there were lots of fluids consumed during and after dinner. She wouldn’t admit that it was, so we had lots of ammunition for our pee party evening. I was happy to drink up knowing that I would release it in a very exciting fashion.
Judy occasionally tickled my crotch and asked if things were OK. I did the same to her. My pee meter was going up and I knew that I’d soon need to piss. She motioned that we should go upstairs. I asked if the videos had given her some ideas. She winked and said, ”You betcha!”
We took our clothes off as we went upstairs, and she led me to the shower. She told me to lie down and then sat down on my stomach and we kissed. I played with her pussy, and she slid down so my erect dick was rubbing on her ass. She started to squirm and move around. She squealed and then stood up and began to pee. She splattered my crotch and chest and then moved forward and sprayed my face. As her piss slowed, she stood over my face, so the last drops fell into my open mouth.
Judy sat down on me again and we kissed and hugged. She moved down and took my dick into her mouth. She licked and sucked me back to a lovely erection. Judy looked up and said, “Don’t you dare piss in my mouth.” I knew that her sucking me off wasn’t her favorite, but she did a lovely job. I was about to come when she impaled her pussy on my dick. With my hard-on there wasn’t going to be any piss coming out and we rocked back and forth for a while. I rubbed her clit and soon she was jumping up and down on me. I felt that familiar tingle and she climaxed and then I followed. After a kiss she looked at me and said, “Don’t pull out, I want you to piss right where you are.”
I started to soften, and I pushed from the bottom of my dick to keep me in her and she moved closer as well. I kept my fingers on her pussy, touching and tickling her. Soon my piss signal grew, and I told her to get ready. I started to pee a bit, but it was hard to get a full stream going. It just dribbled out of me for a while and then stopped. Clearly, she expected more. She moved down and then knelt in front of me and kissed the head of my dick. That was all it took and my piss really came out. This all happened just as she was about to suck my dick into her mouth, so we got a mouthful of pee. She pulled back and coughed as I continued to pee on her chin and boobs. As it slowed, she put my dick into her mouth, collected some of my pee and then moved up and fed it back to me. My piss was stronger than hers but wasn’t either good tasting or truly disgusting.
We got up, showered and climbed into bed. I asked what she thought. I hoped she liked it and boy was I surprised when she asked me to go get one of our largest bath towels. She put it under her ass and spread her legs apart and said, “Our pee play date isn’t done until you finish your dinner. You need to eat and drink everything up, so get busy.”
I started licking her pussy and decided that if I pushed her legs up so she could hold them, that I could more easily eat her pussy and drink her pee. I went to town, really to pussy, and licked and sucked on her. She was always shy about me playing with her ass, but I was able lick and rim her for quite a while. She was getting more excited and told me to put my mouth on her piss hole and be prepared to drink it all up. Soon the flow started, and I was suctioned to her pussy and drank her piss right out of her puss. She told me later that it was just a little pee so she thought that I could handle it. She asked, “Do you have a little pee too?”
Indeed, I did, and she moved over in front of me and started licking and sucking on my dick. It was sort of a race between my erection and my pee. I did my best to relax and pee, but it took a while for the flow to start, and the pee got there first. It was only a bit and she saved some in her mouth and shared it with me. She checked the towel we had for spill and overflow and found that there was nary a drop of pee on it.
The next day there was a large box waiting for us on our front steps. Judy smiled and said that if our water sports were to continue that we needed a guaranteed waterproof, really piss-proof, mattress cover. Boy, we really put that piss proof cover to the test.
A few weeks later Judy asked me to follow her into our bath and told me don’t get excited right now. She has never liked our en suite bath and had some ideas. The first thing she wanted was a very large shower with some benches. Her idea was that we should make it handicap accessible with the entire room draining to one spot in the middle. It would make cleaning up much easier and have a lot of flexibility for our piss play. She added a bidet as well. She planned to contact an architect and would start looking for tile and contractors.
Our pee parties continued on an irregular schedule of once or twice a week. Once the en suite was finished most of the activities moved there. It made cleanup so much easier. Pee play in our bed moved to weekend mornings since that was when the sheets would normally be washed and changed. It was late August, and we woke up early, full of piss and vinegar. Judy stopped me from going to the bathroom and sucked my cock and then pulled me into her. We had a relaxed session of making love that would have normally ended when I pumped several ropes of cum into her warm and wet pussy. We rolled over so she was on top and then sat up so I could play with her tits. She asked if I was ready and then her warm piss poured out of her. She tried to slow it but had only limited success. We cuddled and then as I relaxed, I pissed into her pussy. There were more cuddles and then she slapped my arm and reminded me that our daughter was arriving later in the morning.
We showered and I removed the sheets and put them into the wash. I planned on coming back to get the mattress pad after the sheets were in the drier. Unfortunately, stuff got in the way and the pad stayed on the bed with a large three-foot-wide circle of bright yellow piss.
Our daughter, Kerri, was coming home from her cruise. She was nineteen, slim like her mother, with much firmer breasts and the same dusty blond hair. I didn’t hear her come into the house and I was about to take off the pad when she walked into our bedroom. She ran over and kissed me and then looked at the pad and asked, “Did you guys have an accident or something?”
My response was, “Yea, something like that,” and I quickly wrapped up the pad and left her standing there with a confused look on her face. I wondered how I would explain our accident or even if I should explain it.
Kerri was home for only two weeks before she went back to school. I noticed a couple of times when I got home from work that our shower was still wet from the morning. Usually, it was all dry by then. I looked and saw some yellow drops of piss on a couple of the tiles. I knew that neither Judy or I had played that day and I always washed down the wall to remove any evidence like this. Kerri came to mind. That night when we were in bed, I mentioned Kerri and our shower to Judy. She didn’t know about the shower but responded that, “Yes, there had been some girl-talk with Kerri,” but she told me not to worry about it. The conversation ended when she took my dick into her mouth, looked up and asked with a smile, “Don’t you have a little pee for me?”
A day or two later, I was sitting out on our deck and Kerri came and sat down on my lap with both legs to one side. “Dad, I have some questions and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it.” She paused and I swallowed and told her that I had never lied to her and wouldn’t start now. “What happened on the day I got home? That sure looked like piss with a little cum in it. Are you and mom doing golden showers on each other?”
“Well, you and I have never talked about my sex life but since you’re an adult i guess we can.” I told her how our pee play had started and grew. Often as relationships grow and change there are new elements that come in. Our pee play is one of them. At this point she stood up and straddled me on the chair. I knew that she could feel my erection and was moving back and forth on it. “Shouldn’t we back off a bit here?”
She said, “Yes, we should but I can’t. I am so horry now and I can’t stand it. Is this OK?” At that point I felt her pee coming through her shorts. She flooded me with her piss and passionately kissed me. “Oh, God, that feels so good. Now Daddy, you piss on me.”
What I didn’t learn until later was that Judy was watching us from the house. I’m sure she knew what was going to be coming out of my dick and soon I was pissing on my daughter. Kerri appeared to orgasm from the wet warmth of my piss.
After a minute, she got up, grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, we’re not done yet.” She walked me through the house to her room and she locked the door. I worried about where Judy was but with my daughter holding my erection, I had other interests and concerns. As she pulled me into her bed, I noticed a towel was already there for her to lay down on. We kissed and I moved to lick her breast and pussy but she stopped me saying, “Daddy, I need you to fuck me right now!”
And that was how it happened. We fucked and cuddled for a while. I came very quickly and then pulled myself down her and started to lick her pussy. She tried to stop me but I insisted. My oral skills have been refined with our piss play and I was able to coax her to a very nice orgasm. Afterwards, she told me to go back down. She pulled her legs back and told me she wanted me to drink from her bubbler. Soon piss emerged and drank it up. My thought at this point was that there was no question but that I was going to hell.
We talked and I told her that this had to be the only time we fucked. I’m not sure she agreed. She said that mom had told her some things about our piss play and the idea just grew and grew until she knew she had to try it. She said mom told her to be careful with this fetish and never mentioned me in their conversations.
When we came out of Kerri’s room mom was gone. She left a note saying that she would be back at about 2:00. Kerri and I took a shower and she insisted on blowing me. It was a treat since she was very accomplished at deep throat. She even got both of my balls into her mouth before draining me again. My thought was l just wish I could get a photo of this.
We were all cleaned up and watching football when Judy returned. I helped unload the car and noticed a coolness from Judy. As I put the food into the refrigerator, I told her that we needed to talk and that I’d created a problem. She came over, kissed me and patted my crotch, “I’ll be interested what little Peter has to say for himself. I’m sure there are some adventures that he needs to share, and I can’t wait to hear but I don’t want to talk now, only after we’re in bed tonight. Everything will work out, but you are correct that we need to talk!”
The rest of the day was like a normal day and the girls prepared a lovely dinner. Kerri was going out with some friends and Judy suggested going to bed right after Kerri drove off. Judy wanted the entire story and I told her what was said and what happened. It was then that she told me that she had witnessed our pee play. She said she was a bit jealous and as soon as she saw Kerri grab my hand and lead me back to the house, she knew that I was going to get fucked. Since she didn’t want to be part of it, she hid and after we were locked in Kerri’s room she quietly listened at the door. Judy told me she was conflicted about the pissing and fucking with Kerri. She was turned on and repulsed at the same time. We both knew that our beautiful daughter was sexually active and was an adult but being our daughter caused her concern.
Judy said she was relieved when she got home that I told her right away that we needed to talk. She told me her 2:00 note was to make sure we were decent when she returned.
I started rubbing Judy’s pussy and she told me to get inside. Once I was in, she stopped me from moving. Judy asked if I would fuck Kerri again. There was nothing I could do as my cock jerked and swelled and Judy knew the answer, yes, I’d fuck her again. I told her I’d like to think that I wouldn’t, but little Peter does have a mind of his own. I asked for her thoughts and her comments surprised me, “I’d almost prefer she plays at home especially if there is piss involved.” She held me tight and told me not to come yet but to piss instead. I was still erect and I carefully relaxed and soon her wish was granted.
We talked more and I asked about her pissing conversation with Kerri. Soon after Kerr got home she approached mom with questions. She was upset and confused. They were in our en-suit and Kerri was afraid that we were divorcing or something because of our fetish. She started crying and as mom comforted her Kerri started to pee and then turned into a gusher. Judy put her hand down on Kerri’s crotch, collected some piss and then slurped it into her mouth. Karri did likewise and then asked mom if she could piss too. Mom asked Kerri if she wanted her clothed or unclothed. Karri hugged mom and said you’re perfect right now and clothes make it so much kinkier so let it go and mom started pissing.
They showered and mom told her to be very careful about pissing with any of her lovers. Perhaps to start in the shower to see how the guy reacted and then move ahead slowly. She also reminded her that accidents, in the right situation, could be a lot of fun. As I was drifting off to sleep, I noticed Judy texting. I asked what was going on. She told me she texted Kerri and told her that she understood what had happened with dad and all was good.
The next morning, we all were sitting in the kitchen having our own version of breakfast. I just about spit out my coffee when Kerri asked, “Can the three of us have a pee party tonight?
Judy turned around with a big smile and said, “Of course, but you better start hydrating now because we don’t want to run out.”
I asked, “What do you have in mind?”
Kerri looked at us with a smile, “Daddy, you and I set the bar pretty low yesterday so I can’t think of anything that would be off limits. I’m thinking that some photos and videos will spruce up the night. How about if we start a pissing contest right now? Not the usual kind, but to see who can hold it the longest. Let’s start now.” She got up, poured out twelve ounces of water for each of us and told us to drink up. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes with your next glass. First one to piss their pants so it drips on the floor is the loser.”
”What’s the winner get?”
Judy piped in, “Well, the others will decide.”
That was good enough for me, I knew I would lose.
After two hours and 64 ounces of liquid I was in a bit of discomfort. I figured that I should at least enjoy myself, so I switched to beer. I was a little intoxicated and the end of my dick was buzzing. Kerri kept asking and checking for any leaks. The piss impulse seemed to go in waves. It was painful and then it would subside.
After another hour and two more beers, I was still holding on. Judy walked over and suddenly sneezed. Her crotch was immediately soaked but didn’t run down her shorts very far. Kerri started laughing so hard she pissed herself too. But still no drops on the deck. I had little spurts and the girls proudly pointed out my pee spots. Kerri documented our leakage with her phone.
By this time the rules had evolved so that we had to announce your leakages and then stay in your wet clothes till the contest was over. I knew I only had minutes to go before I was out. I called the girls over and they started the videos. One focused from the bellybutton down and the other was me in full frame. I relaxed and let it go. Drops of piss hit the floor at 12:26 so I lost. The girls loved it and at 12:30 they insisted I drink my required 12 ounces, so I switched to lemonade.
I had a plan that I hoped would speed up the game. I knew how my bladder worked and knew that thirty minutes after my big piss there would have another. I picked Kerri as my victim and started the cameras before I walked over and gave her a small piss on her leg. She jumped up and her shorts almost exploded with piss as she claimed it wasn’t fair. Her mom was laughing, and she was peeing too. I went over and peed onto her blouse, and she turned her head and I peed across her face and mouth. She reached out and took my dick in her mouth and then I really let go. There was too much for her to swallow it and it bubbled out of her mouth and down onto her chest. Of course, all of this was captured in the videos. We were truly a fetish family.