Posted by Jason on January 01, 19100 at 11:31
This is a follow up to a posted a message from a couple of days ago titled
"Accident prone wife".
I have decided not to tell Sarah that I am extremely turned on by her
admitting that to put it in her own words "has trouble getting to the
bathroom" for a number of reasons.
1) I take Ricky's point that I would never no it was a real accident,
though being very prim and proper and not very adventurous the chances
of her peeing for me are nill.
2) I think Sarah would be very disapointed and upset in me if I told
her what turns me on. As a one position women and very straight laced
I think she would literally be repulsed by it.
One thing I have noticed (because I can't help looking) since she told
me about her problem is that her used knickers stink of urine and are
often damp in the dirty washing basket. I just can't help examining
it daily (am I becoming obsessed?).
Well the only accident I have kind of witnessed to date happening only
a week or so ago. One of Sarah's friends had a house party for her
birthday and we went round with several others for a few drinks and a
chat. Well Sarah was the only one that smoked so during the evening she
would regularly disapear into the back garden for a cigarette.
About 10.30 she went outside and by 10.50 I still had not seen her so
I went outside to see if she was ok. I opened the patio doors and saw
her by the garden shed in semi darkness. I went over to her.
"Are you OK"
"Oh thank God its you, I'm so sorry I really am"
"What are you talking about"
"It was the queue it was too long, I could not help myself"
As she removed her handbag from in front of her I saw a darkened patch
on her silk sky blue silk dress. Looking down further I could also tell
that her hosed legs were very wet. God I nearly came in my pants.
"Don't just stand there get me out of here"
I told her to go out the gate and walk around the corner and I would pick
her up in the car after making our excuses. I told the guests that Sarah
felt ill and that we had to leave. Before getting in the car I put a
plastic bag on the passenger seat. Sarah was waiting around the corner
and quickly got in.
"I am so sorry for spoiling the evening" she said as a tear ran down her
face.
When we got home and she got out of the car her bottom was soaking. She
showered before going to bed and straight to sleep. I was so turned on
by the nights events I had to relieve myself in the bathroom.
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