Desperate to Please

It all started innocently enough. I never thought it would turn into a kink. Who knew it was even a thing? And yet, I now know there are people around the world who are aroused by the same thing. I have learned just to embrace it and not be ashamed of how God made me, no matter how strange it may seem to some.

As I said, it started innocently enough. My wife and I had been married for about a year. We were watching a movie at home on our couch one evening after dinner, just relaxing. It was a comedy, and we were laughing. At one point, there was an especially funny spot and we both laughed quite hard. Joy was doubled over, halfway leaning off the couch entirely, legs squeezed together and hand shoved in between her legs; she was laughing hard. Then she squealed and said, “Pause it! Pause it!” and she got up and ran. Well, ran is not the word since her legs were pressed together, hand still holding herself – more waddled or hobbled as fast as she could around the corner, still laughing. I heard her close our bathroom door in the hallway. A few minutes later she came out but went to our bedroom instead of coming back to the couch. She was gone another minute or two, then came out wearing different shorts. I gave her a quizzical look.

She said, “I laughed a little too hard.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

She laughed a little and said, “I laughed a little too hard and peed my pants a little. I’m sorry!”

I laughed and said it was no problem, and I better go too just in case. I went to our bathroom. There on the floor were her panties, pale pink with a very dark wet patch in the crotch, and her shorts in much the same state. For some reason, I felt a stirring in my loins, an arousal. I shook it off, and we continued our evening.

After the film, we made love, and I had only been inside her a couple of minutes when I happened to think back to her little accident. I remembered her cute wet panties, and even though we had only just started, I couldn’t control myself and immediately filled her at the thought of it. I apologized for coming so soon, and I switched to finish her off with my tongue instead.

I ignored it but every once in a while when she would laugh or be desperate for the bathroom the memory would come back to me and cause the same aroused feelings. I didn’t know what to do.

Then one night a few months later after no further incidents, we had gone to dinner and a movie. On the drive home, I could tell she needed relief. I asked if she wanted me to stop somewhere. She just shook her head, shifted in her seat, and said no, she could wait until we got home. The movie bathrooms were dirty, and the lines were too long.

So we kept driving. I couldn’t help but notice her need getting worse. Soon she was holding herself and crossing her legs, bouncing a free foot. I was getting hard and couldn’t stop it. I had to adjust myself to ease the pressure. She noticed and asked what had me so excited.

I took a breath and admitted the truth, “You do. Ever since that night a few months ago when you peed yourself a little laughing too hard the thought of you wetting yourself has turned me on.” My heart was racing.

She just looked at me for a second, processing, then laughed and said, “Is that all? I guess that’s not so bad. It could be a lot worse!”

I laughed nervously, relieved. I said, “I was worried you’d be mad or think I’m weird.”

She said, “Of course you’re weird. We’re all weird. God made us weird. It’s okay. You know me, it’s not like I have much room to talk with my little exhibitionist streak.”

I winked and said, “That’s true.” We smiled at each other.

We sat in silence for a moment. She then asked, “So me peeing my pants turned you on?”

I said, “Yup.”

“Huh.”

“Yup.”

She continued, “Is this a new thing or did you know that before?”

I replied, “No, I’d never thought of it before. I haven’t ever seen it happen since maybe I was too young to care. I don’t know; maybe it is just from being in the same vaginal region or something. But the wet spot on your panties was just… sexy…”

She giggled and said, “If we don’t get home soon there’ll be another wet spot on the ones I’m wearing now.”

I felt my member twinge with excitement, “Ugh, don’t tease me like that,” and smiled at her.

She smiled back mischievously and said, “Who’s teasing? I’m bursting here.”

I said, “Maybe I’ll just drive slower…” I took my foot off the gas, and she slapped my arm, so I sped back up.

She said, “We do need to hurry, though, for real.”

My heart was pounding, but I said, “Ok.”

We stayed quiet, but she kept wiggling and sometimes moaning a little with little whispers of “I gotta pee…” under her breath.

I asked, “Had you ever wet yourself before?”

She said, “Before that? Sure. Not a lot. Not often, I mean.”

I said, “We’ve been together for four years total, and I’ve never seen it before that night.”

She said, “Its not like I’d advertise it!” and we laughed. She stopped and said, “Don’t make me laugh, I’m serious! I’m having a hard enough time here as it is!”

I was dying and hard as a rock. She reached over and rubbed her left palm along the front of my pants, “You’re having a hard enough time, too, I see.”

I groaned and said, “Yes, and you aren’t helping.”

We rounded our last turn to our neighborhood, minutes from home. “Thank goodness,” she said, “I can’t hold it much longer.” She gave my member a squeeze. I moaned. I reached over to her lap and pressed my right-hand fingers underneath her own and pressed against her crotch. She gave a sharp inhale and gasped a little, her thighs squeezing tight around my fingers. I felt a sudden warm wetness on the fabric of her jeans beneath my fingers. She said, “Ooops. Now I’m two kinds of wet.” She squeezed my cock with her left hand, and I almost came in my pants. We pulled into the driveway, into the garage, and climbed out of the car. She stood by her side of the car as I came around, took a few steps towards the front as I neared her, then stopped. She looked around, grinned mischievously, looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t think I can hold it…”

Then I heard a splattering noise and looked down as the legs and crotch of her jeans turned dark as she released herself and completely peed her pants right in front of me, leaving a puddle on the concrete by the side of the car. I just stared, mesmerized, ready to explode. A few moments later she giggled, turned around in a circle to give me a full view, and said, “Ooops.”

I reached out, pulled her to the front of the car, kissed her hard, unbuttoning her jeans. She got the hint and reached down to unbutton mine. That mission accomplished; I spun her around, ripped her jeans and wet panties down to her mid-thigh. I bent her over the hood of the car and pressed my aching member between her wet folds, which accepted me without hesitation.We both groaned.

One thrust, two, three, four, then five and I exploded with one of the biggest orgasms of my life, filling her with pump after pump as she moaned, “Yes, fill me! Fill my naughty wet pussy!” I could only respond with guttural noises as I shook and trembled for what seemed like minutes. I finally stopped twitching and pulled out, my cum pouring out of her gaping pussy and down into her soaked panties with that bubbling noise that I love to hear. She pulled her wet pants up and turned around and kissed me hard, pulling me against her.

She broke the kiss, whispering, “Meet me in the shower.” I stared at her amazing, shapely, very wet ass as she walked through the back door, my heart still pounding, barely able to stand or breath. It took a passing car for me to realize we had left the garage door open the entire time. I smiled, zipped my pants back up, hit the garage close button, and made my way inside to see what would happen next.

Since then she sometimes indulges my desire as a special treat. She doesn’t mind and knowing I love it turns her on enough to be willing to please me. I do my best to return the favor in any way she desires – as often as she’ll let me.