Sunday with Carol

I bet that got your interest. It’s true but not in the way you would think or wish. Well, the first part of this blog anyway.

I have apparently broken the terms of using Medium. Some of my pictures were too risque so I’ve had to remove them.

I want to carry on with Medium so am looking at various alternative ways of satisfying everyone. Bear with me. Pretty Please! Now to Carol:

I thought last Sunday might be a come down. Like doing cold turkey. I’d been on such a high after my night with Jane, I was sure the aftermath would be difficult.

And to an extent it was. I was thwarted at the stables, not being able to do my usual ride back to the paddock, there were too many youngsters around. So by the afternoon, I was feeling frustrated. Then Carol phoned to ask me about my date. I started to tell her but had a thought. I was in the mood for something naughty and decided to involve Carol and perhaps Charles. A quick idea flitted through my mind, could I get them to fuck in front of me? How naughty would that be? I suggested to Carol we met so I could give her more details of my night with Jane. She agreed and invited me over. I slipped on some basic lingerie and stockings, just in case things developed.

I went straight round. Disappointingly Charles was not there. Silly of me to think he would be, it was Sunday; he was playing golf. Not to be obstructed in my quest I thought of something else!

I gave Carol a blow-by-blow account of our night together. By the twinkle in her eye, she enjoyed my story. Perhaps I could get her to do what I had in mind.

I mentioned that Jane had said she was not interested in anything related to watersports and how disappointed I was.

“You seem to like the idea though,” I said, as casually as I could.

“What idea? Watersports? Peeing? Do I? News to me,” she responded.

“But you encouraged me to pee on the floor!”

“Well, yes, but I just wanted to see how dirty you were, Hun.”

“Didn’t it turn you on? Seeing me do that?”

“Being that filthy did. Not sure it was the peeing though.”

“Have you ever done it?”

“What?”

“Pee like that? Or in your knickers. For fun, as a turn on?”

“No. Should I?”

The answer suggested Carol was persuadable. That in itself gave me a sexy feel.

“Why not? What’s to lose? Just a couple more items for the weekly wash!”

“What does it feel like then?”

Now I was confident she’d do it!

“Difficult to describe. A mixture. Sexy, perverted, satisfying. Do it, then you’ll know.”

“What now?”

“Why not. No Charles to bother us. And if you enjoy it perhaps it’s something else that will get him horny again.”

“Mm. He did seem to get excited when I told him what that wet patch in his cave was.”

“Come on then. Let me take some photos of you. Then just let go.” Listen to me! Talking as if I’d been doing this for years. It did seem totally natural to me now though.

I could see she was persuadable even though she kept saying otherwise. I suggested another glass of wine and I kept the conversation light, but sexy. Suddenly she said, “Sod it. Why not. As you say it’s only a couple of extras in the wash. In the garden though. Charlie didn’t mind having to clear up after you, but buggered if he’d do it after me.” (Quick aside. I love Carol dearly, but you’ll gather from that remark her poor husband was somewhat under her cosh. No suggestion she’d clear it up!).

We went outside and I started snapping away. I’d only taken a couple when she parted her legs and said “Gotta go, Hun.”

Wow. I found it sexy just watching the wet patch gradually spread. So much so I nearly forgot to take any pictures. I was going to video it, but she gave me no notice so I could change the camera settings.

And go she did. Her jeans were totally soaked. So were my knickers!

“What did you think?” I asked when the flow had stopped.

“Yeah, quite sexy I suppose.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“I’m not. Mind you I’ll try it again, just to see. She was quiet for a minute then, “I tell you what, you come in, pee for me again, and if Charlie gets excited cleaning it up, I’ll definitely do it some more.”

“You want me to pee in his cave again?” The thought turned me on.

“No, we-he-is decorating the spare bathroom. Do it in there.”

I’m not sure where Carol's desire to get me peeing in her house was coming from, but no way was I objecting.

“Let's do a pic for him too. Strip off to your undies, grab a decorating brush and pee into your knickers over there,” she said pointing to a tiled wall that was obviously awaiting treatment.

I did as told. Oh, that gorgeous feeling as I let go, letting my pee run over the wooden floorboards. I peed for ages too. There would be plenty for Charles to mop up!