Golden showers

I had wondered whether to write this blog. Or at least as I was driving to Marys I wondered if I would be writing a blog about the evening. I anticipated it being more or less a rerun of previous weeks. Sexually exciting in taking part but nothing new to write about.

I was wrong on both counts.

If you’ve thought the behaviour of the three of us was bordering on the obscene before perhaps you’d best stop reading.

I knew it was going to be exciting when Katie opened the door naked apart from a loosely gathered bathrobe. I’ve mentioned they have a large house and the driveway from the road to the front door is long by us normal folk's standards but short on a stately home scale. What I’m saying is that the front door can be seen from the road. There’s not exactly a sea of pedestrians walking past but given Katie’s unwillingness to flash I was surprised and said so.

“We’re in a bit of a mood Trace. Dad wound us up again and we’ve had a heart-to-heart about it today, but best let mum tell you.”

We found mum in the lounge looking pensive and nursing a glass of red wine. Oh, and naked. One foot on the floor, the other on the sofa with bent knee, gently fingering herself.

“Started without me have you?“ I asked.

I went over and kissed her. Her arm went round my neck and pulled me in and held my lips to hers. An urgent hard kiss. No love. Passion though. Sexual. That was obvious.

“What’s up?” I asked when she eventually let me go.

She didn’t raise her head just flicked her eyes in my direction.

“I’ll give you a clue. It begins with S and ends in moron.”

“So what’s he done now?”

“The ‘what’s’ not particularly important. Not now, but it was this camel's last straw.”

“You’re leaving him?” My voice was a little shrill. That was good news in some ways. Out from his shadow, live her own life, more time for sex (horribly selfish thought) but such bad news otherwise. Divorce is traumatic and messy. God, I know that, so I was relieved to hear her say no.

“No, Nothing quite that final but it might get to it depending on how he reacts. Off the back of it, I’ve convinced Katie to take that winter job in Europe. “

“Excellent.” Another piece of news that was double-edged. Great she was doing what she wanted and would get away from her father, but it meant I’d not have any more sexy fun with her. I am a selfish cow at times. No, it was great news and I said so.

“So why the nakedness?

“We’ve spent the day talking about it, the ramifications and we’ve moved from elation to despair. You know what married arguments can be like. I’m just trying to envisage the ones to come.” That hardly explained the lack of clothes.

“And the nakedness?”

“Oh, on a high we were going to try some watersports, but didn’t get to it!”

It was weird having a conversation like that in their living room with Mary still lightly fingering herself and her daughter standing naked beside her. (She’d disposed of the bathrobe as we came back in. Perhaps she was still averse to flashing.) Having come to their decision about Katie’s job they clearly needed a distraction. I’d happily provide it.

“Best get to it now then,” I said and started stripping off.

The atmosphere was strange. Sexual but an undercurrent of something. Initially, I thought it was the worry about the coming storm with Simon but I didn’t think that was all.

Mary put it into words.

“Yes. Best get to it. But Trace I need you to be dominant. We - I tried - to play with pee but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I think…” she hesitated, “… I need to be treated like a slut. Rough. I’ve been thinking that way for a while but am sure I need that to push me. I need you to do anything. Anything. Especially anything you think Simon would hate. I need to be humiliated. Know he’d be humiliated at my humiliation. If I can get in that mindset perhaps I can take the pee anyway. I think that will give me strength to face him. Knowing anything he does wouldn’t be as demeaning as what I’d already done. I doubt that makes sense but will you?”

Shit. I’m no Dom. I could perhaps be with men but with Mary? She needed it though. As a friend, I’d try to provide it. I didn’t answer but looked at Katie, “And you?”

“Not sure. Let’s see what you do with mum and I’ll decide whose side I’m on.” She said it with a smile, a nervous smile. “Okay,” I replied. I carried on undressing until I was naked too. Whether they’d expected to play in the living room I didn’t know but no one had said no so I made no further comment just stepped to Mary’s side and slapped her tit. It provoked a sharp intake of breath but no complaint. I went down on her sixty-nine style. Offered my cunt to her lips. “Lick it,” I ordered. She obeyed. Her legs were already apart. I spread her pussy lips, sunk my head to them and found her clit. Nibbled on it. I raised my head and spat into her open cunt. I watch her muscles react then sank a finger into her. Two. Three. Started frigging her. Hard and fast. Her breathing had quickened. She’d stopped licking me. I ordered her to carry on. She did but without enthusiasm. Her mind was focused on what I was doing. Good. I called out to Katie, “Come here, kiss your mother's arse.” Katie obeyed. Mary’s body flexed as Katie’s lips touched her. I know Mary had rimmed her daughter but I couldn’t remember it the other way round. “Now a finger in there.” Again Katie obeyed. Again Mary’s body reacted. She was well wet now. I was aware we were in her lounge. A smart lounge. A huge TV hung on the wall. Chairs positioned to watch it. Simon’s signature minimalist decoration otherwise. Almost like committing a burglary. Invading Simon’s sanctuary. Defiling his domain. That heightened my feelings. I was enjoying it. Loving it. I ground my pussy into Mary’s face. Heard a muffled noise. Ignored it. I needed a better angle. I left her cunt and sat up over her face. Ground my pussy into it. Felt her nose enter my cunt. A substitute cock. I needed more up there. Where’s Pinocchio? “Use your fingers. Fist me.” I ordered. I was dripping too. I leant forward, my head close to Katie’s and her mother commenced fingering me. I looked at Katie. “Kiss me.” She leant forward. I grabbed her head, forced her lips apart, pushed my tongue in. She responded, our tongues duelling.

Mary now had four fingers in me but the position wasn’t right to get past her knuckles. I rolled off the pair of them. “Give your mother your cunt. Carry on fingering her arse.”

All three of us were now leaking. The sofa was getting sodden the carpet where I was kneeling and fingering myself watching the pair frig each other was taking its fair share.

I leaned over and grabbed a tit from each of them. Squeezed hard. It acted as a trigger. Mary came first. Her signature squirt arcing out and colliding with Katie’s arm still working her mother's arse. That triggered the young woman’s own orgasm drowning her mother in a pint of juice.

It had hardly been a BDSM scenario but it seemed to have produced the right result. I can’t say Mary looked more relaxed but she did look less stressed. As we were all well on a high I decided I’d see how far they’d go with my pee. I didn’t waste time, I didn’t want them calming down.

“Upstairs!” I ordered. They followed as I led the way to the bathroom we’d used before.

I knew Katie wanted to try watersports again while Mary was at best indifferent to the idea but she wanted humiliating so I thought the greatest humiliation would be to shower in her daughter's pee. “In the bath Mary.” She looked at me, a glimmer of disbelief or rebellion on her face but she climbed in and knelt down. “Katie, up on the ledge.” She knew what I intended and didn’t hesitate, eager, no doubt, to see how it felt to pee on someone. She parted her legs, pulled her lips open and let go into her mother's upturned face. Mary had her eyes and mouth shut tightly but stoically let the shower wash over her. “Hold it,” I ordered Katie. She stopped the flow and I climbed in the bath behind Mary and massaged her tits with Katie’s piss making sure my fingers were liberally covered. My intention had been to force Mary to suck them and then forcibly, if necessary, hold her mouth open so Katie could fill it with pee. I couldn’t though. Not very good as this Dom stuff am I? I had a feeling if I did it could put Mary off watersports permanently and that I certainly didn’t want. So I carried on massaging for a bit which my friend clearly loved. Her head tilted back and I heard a soft moan. I checked her pussy. She was wet. I nodded to Katie. “Ok. Restart. Me first.”

I opened my mouth and took Katie’s shower, keeping my throat closed. When I had a full mouth I turned Mary's head towards me, put my lips to hers and let the piss dribble out. At first, she didn’t react, positively or negatively, but then I felt her lips respond to mine. A small kiss first then her tongue touched my face licked where the piss had trickled. I was out of pee. I looked at Katie and asked if she still had any. “Some,” came back the reply. I opened my mouth again and ended with it half full before Katie dried up. Before I could do anything with it Mary kissed me, then pulled back. “I’ll try,” was all she said. She bent her head back and opened her mouth. Not much doubt as to what she meant. I straightened, getting my head over hers and let the piss trickle out. This time straight into her mouth. I’d emptied my mouth and looked at my friend. She was immobile fighting her reluctance. I bent forward and gently kissed her forehead. My mind went back to my ultimate failure with John but my recognition overall it had been a success. I didn’t want to press this so whispered. “You don’t need to swallow. You’ve done brilliantly. That will come. Spit it out.” A look of relief spread over her face then a rather mischievous look in her eye as she took my suggestion and spat it out. Straight into my face. “You bitch,” I laughed and pushed her back, fell on to her, kissed her open mouthed and we groped each other for king and country.

Have any of you done that? Had a rollicking sex session in an empty bath? Don’t. It’s painful. It didn’t last long. Every move seemed to produce a new pain as bone hit steel (Simon had installed a victorian bathtub!) and despite the high level of lust we soon stopped.

But there was still Katie. “Want a shower young lady?”

“Oh yes please.” She clambered into the bath as I got out but Mary didn’t follow. “I didn’t do behind my ears,” she joked at my querying look and knelt behind her daughter. I climbed onto the ledge and let go. I concentrated on Katie who held her face to the stream while her mother rubbed the urine over her daughter's tits. Katie's mouth opened and I obliged. I wondered if she would follow her mother and spit it out but no, there it was. She’d swallowed the first mouthful. The second didn’t go the same way. She turned towards her mother whose head was over her shoulder and spat it into her face. Now it was Mary’s turn to laughingly shout, “You bitch.” She looked at me. “Me! Give me some. Can’t let her do that to her mother.” I obliged with the last remnants of my bladder. Mary didn’t hesitate in letting it into her mouth and then spat it into Katie’s face. There wasn’t a huge amount so she followed it with a fuselage of spittle. Both were laughing hard. I couldn’t be left out. I climbed down into the bath and joined in a three-way spitting fight. A fight that spilled out onto the bathroom floor. A degree more comfortable than the bath. The spitting ceased. The sex began. Three-way. Hands lips, tongues and, I seem to remember, toes being used on each other. On each other’s lips, tits, cunt and anus. Fingers disappearing somewhere in someone. Moans escaping from all three of us. A bundle of human flesh turned on to the nth degree. Who came when I can’t remember. Suffice to say, eventually, we were all completely satisfied. For the moment.

Part 2 to follow.