Posted by Jenn on December 13, 2010 at 11:47 [99.50.179.110]
As I said, on Friday I rearranged my work schedule so I could work from home. And, notwithstanding the thought that “I would never do this again,” all day Thursday I was pent up with anticipation of having the house to myself so I could do it again. I will get to Friday’s story but first Thursday night …
Thursday evening (I first tried it Wednesday but had been thing about it since accidently and secretly witnessing my husband doing it) I kept replaying what I did in my mind while I was waiting for my husband to come home from work. I was getting myself very horny just replaying every little part of Wednesday’s experiment in my head. It was more than just being “horny,” I wanted to feel the flood of emotions and physical feelings again (and a little bit, I even wanted the shame I felt on Wednesday after I had cum so powerfully and looked at myself in the mirror with my panties full and my faced flushed red from my orgasm – and I was getting so carried away with my thoughts that I even longed for … the smell *though I am a bit embarrassed to admit this*).
I was getting so worked up that even though my husband was expected home in the next half hour, if I could have, I would have pooped in my pants right then – I wanted to feel it again so badly. I was rationalizing it in my head that if he caught me it would be a good thing. A few of the people on this board have suggested that a good way to share this with my husband would be to “get caught” in the act. I thought about this and right then it seemed like a perfect plan. Unfortunately, or fortunately I guess, I did not have to go at all – and in any event I was still hesitant as to how I was going to share my doing this with my husband.
I heard the front door opening and there was no doubt however, about what I was going to do to him because of the state I was in. As soon as he made his way to the bedroom I practically jumped on top of him. He was not that surprised though (I’ve “attacked” him in the past when I’ve been worked up).
I pushed him back onto the bed and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. I left his underpants (boxer briefs) on though. As I climbed up his body my left hand cupped his penis through the fabric and I pressed down against it. I was kissing his neck and had now started stroking his hardening cock through his underwear. I whispered into his ear “I need you to make me cum now!” He answered back “Me first.” He’s sooo bad – but I knew what to do.
As I slid down his body I thought I had a good plan but he reached down and took off his underpants (this was totally normal but it through me off a bit as I wanted to get him to the point of almost cuming and “dirty talk” him into pooping right then in front of me). It seemed like a good plan but now it seemed totally awkward – I didn’t want to tell him to pull his underpants back on – at the time it seemed unnatural and forced. I took his penis into my mouth and started giving a “half hearted” blow job. He noticed and asked me what was wrong. I didn’t say anything but instead climbed on top of him and with one hand lined his penis up to my opening and sank down on him. He sighed as we started fucking. As the friction built, I got more into it and he did too. He came inside of me and I rolled off of him and just said “thanks, I needed that.” I enjoyed the sex – it was just that I had been so into my little deviant world of thought that I felt a bit let down.
This made me feel bad and I thought that I would put an end to my interest in the whole fetish. If he enjoyed doing it and could still enjoy what we do (and keep the two separate) then maybe I should leave it alone. I went to sleep with this thought.
When I woke up Friday, however, and he was already at work (and I knew I was staying home all day), a great pit formed in my stomach. Laying there in bed, still half asleep, my hand went to my pussy and started lightly rubbing. My thoughts immediately went to a place I thought I didn’t want to go any more. Before I knew it, I was masturbating in earnest. My hand was down the front of my panties and I was making fast circles around my clit. Again, I was replaying Wednesday in my head. Oh god – I couldn’t help myself – I knew what I was going to do.
I knew I had all day so I wasn’t even thinking one bit about the clean up – I wanted that feeling. I was rubbing very fast now and I felt my orgasm coming. I stood up and staggered to the bathroom (with my hand still buried in my crotch). As best I could I stood on my tip toes and looked at my ass in the mirror. I couldn’t believe it – I thought I would have some little bit of will power but I had only been awake for five minutes and here I was!
I slowed my fingers as I wanted to make as much of this as I could. I was aching to cum but I knew what else I was aching for. I pushed … and I was immediately surprised when the front of my pants darkened and piss was running down my legs. It shocked me for a second but I was hearing my own voice in my head telling me “Do it you dirty little slut! Push harder! Do it!” I pushed again … the pee was now soaking my legs and the floor. It felt hot and wet. I had stopped rubbing my pussy and was just looking down at my crotch and legs (and the puddle on the floor). I felt like such a naughty dirty girl. It was what I needed and it felt sooo good.
“Do it harder – push harder!” I pushed again and this time I felt it again – what I felt on Wednesday. “Oh fuck … you’re going to do it.” I held my breath and pushed again. Now I could feel it coming. There was no stopping it now. I strained to see my ass in the mirror. I saw the tent forming and kept pushing. It felt so freeing and hot to feel the shit sliding out. I was concentrating on the resistance as my panties were pressing back against my ass. One of my hands went to my pussy and directly I was furiously rubbing my clit through my piss soaked panties. I watched in the mirror as my other hand reached back and … then I did it. I cupped the lump and barely pressed it back against my asshole. It was like a switch for my orgasm – I started coming in waves of intense pleasure. I was out of my mind but I could see the hand in the mirror pressing the lump harder and it was flattening against my ass. It felt like my whole body was convulsing with my contractions.
This time as I noticed the smell and looked at my face in the mirror, I felt the shame but also a sense of defeat. I knew that I had stumbled onto this but that I was going to do this as often as I could. I was not fooling myself this time. It felt too good, too satisfying – I would be doing this again.
The clean up was even worse than the first time but this time I was more accepting. I kept thinking of ways to do this with my husband.
It’s now Monday and I have not told him or done it again by myself since Friday. I have been reading your suggestions and I thank you all! I’m not sure that I want to do the “accident” thing as I think I get off on deciding to do it. I have been holding it since yesterday and I plan on fooling around with him tonight and then just doing it myself in front of him. If I can get my head worked up enough, I will not chicken out and it will be up to me. In any event, I’ll keep you all updated. Thanks again for the advice!
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