Found this on a 20 year old archive CD. [MF] [gs]

After many years of marriage, routine sex begins to lose its mystique, and couples tend to drift into other areas of sex. Some choose to fool around with others, some try bondage, others get into food, cross dressing, orgies, and some experiment with watersports. People get their ideas from books, movies, the internet…many sources, many ideas. Sometimes, a simple thought one night leads to experimentation the next day, and things evolve over several years until a new pleasure source is perfected.

How far back does my story start? I suppose it began a soon after getting married. I’d be in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and my wife would come in, sit on the toilet and pee. At first, I though it was gross. But on later occasions, seeing and hearing her started to arouse me. I’d put my hands between her legs when she peed and feel the warmth, or if we were showering together, I’d ask her to pee, so I could watch and touch it. Later on, she began to pee on my cock, which would make me come right away. Over the years, the stream made its way up, getting closer and closer to my mouth. I didn’t know if she was aiming higher, or I was crouching lower.

Then one day, while I was licking her pussy, she had an orgasm, and let out some pee into my mouth. I immediately spit it out. It felt good, but that was as far as I’d let it go. Afterwards, as we got more comfortable with the concept (It took almost 10 years to get this far, from watching her pee!), she’d let some “escape” into my mouth, and I’d promptly spit it out to the side. She never tasted it, or had any desire to do so. Last weekend, that all changed.

An opportunity to have a quiet and fun weekend away from the kids was all I had in mind. Check into a nice hotel room in the big city, go out to dinner and a movie, stroll downtown, late night drink at a bar, a little sex back in the hotel room…that’s all I expected. What happened was beyond any of my wildest fantasies.

After checking into the hotel, my wife told me that she had something special planned. I secretly had hoped that she would come up with some fun things to try. I did not anticipate what was to happen. She told me that preparation was required, and handed me a sealed envelope. She told me to go down to the lobby, open the letter there, and follow it’s instructions. Before I could protest, she ushered me out the door into the hallway. As soon as the door closed behind me, I heard all the locks click.

In the elevator, I opened the envelope and started to read the letter. She basically wrote that I was not to return to the room for three hours, until 7:00 PM. She told me to have a light dinner, not spicy or salty, and absolutely no garlic or onions, and to drink lots of fluids. She instructed me that when I came back to the room, that I was not to say one word until everything was over, that talking would immediately end the session, and that I was not to turn on the lights. Finally, I was to enter the bathroom, have a thorough shower, and enjoy the “treats” left for me on the bathroom vanity.

When I finished the letter, the elevator had just stopped in the lobby. As I exited, I noticed that my erection had grown, and I had slight fluttering in my belly…anticipation never felt so good. Being a bit hungry, I grabbed some pizza, washed it down with a bottle of beer, and headed to the movie theater, as the minutes slowly crept by.

At seven, I was promptly back in front of the hotel room. My heart started to pound. Opening the door, I immediately noticed the heavy smell of her perfume, as well as cigarettes. Now, neither one of us smoke, but we have had a few puffs over the years during lovemaking in hotels, to heighten the arousal. The lack of oxygen to the brain making you dizzy seems to have some weird sexual enhancement.

I closed and locked the door. The room was dark, and some flute and piano music was coming from the portable CD player that we brought along. Entering the bathroom, I noticed that the light switch was taped up, and several scented candles were lit on the vanity. There were two bottles of wine coolers on ice, as well as 2 cigarettes waiting for me, with a note saying to take my time, enjoy the bath. The bath was filled with warm sudsy water. I stripped down and entered the tub. Opening the coolers, I had a smoke with each bottle. With the soap and wash cloth left for me, I cleaned myself, rinsed off, dried, and left the bathroom. Now, at this point, my head was spinning rapidly. The 2 coolers had kicked in, plus the effects of the cigarettes and the hot bath had left me dizzy. The sexual anticipation I was feeling was unbelievable.

The room was dark. The only light came from the candles in the bathroom. Naked, I approached the king size bed. I could make out the figure of my wife , the red glow of the menthol cigarette in her hand. Her perfume was stronger here, and I could also make out the faint aroma of wine, and the musky scent her pussy gives off when she’s been masturbating. Not talking, I started to nibble on her toes, feet, and made my way up to her mouth. Her toes had that delicious taste combination of new polish, leather from her shoes, and a slight sweaty, musky aroma. We continued to neck for about five minutes. She pushed me back, handed me another cooler, and a cigarette.

I got the shock of my life when the glow of the lighter showed that during the time I was gone, she had gotten her nails done. They were clear, natural looking, about an inch long, curved in, with squared off tips. My erection must have doubled in size. I said, “Wow”, and she immediately put her long nailed index finger to my lips and smiled. I heard her utter a quiet “Shhhh” as she shook her head. We lit the cigarettes, lay back down on the bed, and continued to drink the coolers.

When we finished, she pulled me off the bed, pulled back the covers, and made me lie down again. I noticed that under me was a plastic sheet, covered by one of our blankets. She put one of those sleeping masks on me, spread my arms and legs out, and tied me spread eagle to the bed with some of my neckties she had brought along. I heard the sound of a bottle of wine being opened, and poured into several glasses. Then, she got on the bed and knelt beside me. I felt something on my lips and realized it was her finger. As she ran it across my lips, I felt the smoothness of the new nail. As the tip reached across, she dipped it in my mouth, and I received a few drops of the new wine. This went on for several minutes, with each nail taking a turn. The sensation of these new nails, filled with wine, running across my lips and tongue was amazing. After some movement, I felt her toes, dipped into the same wine, caress my lips. I licked and sucked on each one, hearing gentle giggles as I hit a ticklish spot.

She got off the bed, changed to CD, and returned about a minute later. Again, I felt her fingers, then nails, each filled with wine. But now the wine tasted a bit different. I realized that she had peed into the second glass of wine, mixing the flavors. The effect of this was too much for me. I eagerly licked, sucked and chewed each fingernail dipped a fresh load of the tasty wine pee.

I then felt a straw enter my mouth, filling it with more of the mixture. She was dipping the straw into the glass, capping it with her thumb, and releasing the contents into my mouth. Some straws were wine, others were the wine pee. I swallowed all that was offered me.

She stopped, and I heard the click of the lighter. A cigarette was placed in my mouth. I puffed on it enough to get me dizzy again, and she removed it. I heard the sound of her puffs, the gentle ‘phhhhhhhh’ of the exhale. She got off the bed, walked away, and retuned a minute later.

Again, the fingers started to caress my lips. But this time, as the long wet nails reached my lips, I knew what to expect. Each was filled with fresh pee. No wine, just her wine diluted urine. It wasn’t salty, and didn’t have the oily taste that I sometimes tasted and spit out. Enough had always leaked down into my stomach though, making me still taste it the next day. I had never purposely swallowed it until tonight.
I knew that it was now or never, and I eagerly licked the contents of the nails and swallowed.

When you’re in a frenzy like this, it seems like you can never get enough. So I couldn’t wait for her to dip her nails into the glass. I was whispering, “More, more”. She put her fingers on my mouth and pushed my head back down. I heard her pee into a glass just inches from my face. She then filled her mouth with the golden juice, our lips touched, and we began to french kiss, while the tangy juice swirled around in our mouths. After a few seconds, we both had the same amount of her pee in our mouths. We pulled away, and swallowed at the same time. The sensation I had at that moment will be impossible to describe. A mental orgasm hit me, and pushed me to an even higher state of arousal. She filled her mouth with more still warm pee, and we repeated the kiss. Swallowing more this time, I felt that the breeze in the room was enough to make me explode.

I whispered “More” again, and as she pushed my head back down, I felt her straddle my face with her moist pussy. I hungrily started to lick all around her pussy, with the tip of my tongue trying to enter her urethra. She was masturbating with one hand, and that was too much for her. Her bladder exploded as she came. Since her other hand was pulling my head up to her pussy, I could not pull away. What I couldn’t swallow escaped from the corners of my mouth. It seemed as strong as a garden hose, and lasted what seemed like minutes. The blanket was soaked. My hair was soaked. My eyes started to sting a bit as the hot urine washed over my face. She continued the bucking motion brought on by her orgasm, still rubbing herself.

At this point, the she let go of my head and reached over to squeeze my penis. Big mistake. No sooner had she touched it, that I exploded. The next morning, we found one squirt on the wall behind us, inches from the ceiling.

But as I lay there, trembling, covering her back, the bed and part of the room with my semen, I realized that she had given me an orgasm that I would never have the likes of again. She quieted down, severely out of breath. We wrapped the cold and wet blanket around ourselves and fell into a deep undisturbed sleep.

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