My wife and I had been out to a neighbor’s pool party. There was lots of BBQ and even more liquid refreshment there. We were feeling no pain as it got later and we decided to head home. Luckily, we only live a street over from the neighbors. There is a small stand of woods between the houses; and from years of visiting each other we had a nice clear path to follow to get home. We said our goodbyes and headed for the trail that would take us home.
My wife wisely had chosen to wear a pair of tennis shoes to walk over earlier, but that was where her sensible acts stopped. Being somewhat of an exhibitionist, she had chosen to wear only her bikini and a thin cover-up to the party. It showed all her best assets for a fifty-five-year-old woman. At 5’ 6” and 130 pounds she was still in great shape, just a bit more curvy. She had a terrific ass that most 20-year-olds would like to have, and her breasts were a still a firm 36C. Well, with maybe a bit of sag, but I’m not complaining. She had kept all the men’s attention throughout the day and into the evening. Most of the other women were in one-piece suits or a few just couldn’t bear up to the scrutiny of being in a swimsuit at the party.
I had more than a few side comments made to me about how hot she was and how lucky I was she was my wife. If I stopped and reflected on it, they were right. I’m only fifty, but at 5’ 8” and 210 pounds I’m not the model of a Greek Adonis by any means. I’m still a bit surprised our relationship ever got this far myself. We had met on an internet site for adults and became chat buddies. Later we met in real life and as they say, the rest is history. We’ve been married two years now, and life couldn’t be better. We fulfill each other’s needs and fantasies – no questions asked, nor any needed since we make such a great match.
We had made it about halfway to our backyard when she says she needs to pee bad. I just look at her as if to say, ‘Okay, what do you want to me to do about it?’
I did say, “We are almost home, can you make it?”
“I think so,” she replied, and kept trudging along the path.
I quietly chuckled to myself about her condition. She loves to drink, but can’t hold her liquids at all. Truth be known, she probably added two inches of water to the pool during the party, peeing in it when nobody could tell; otherwise she would’ve spent half the party in the bathroom.
Walking behind her, I could see her ass sway as she walked, and I was getting a bit horny, so I decided to have a bit of fun with her. I hurried up behind her and caught her around the waist with my arm, pulling her into me. She couldn’t help but feel my stiff cock against her ass. She tried to pull away, telling me to stop it, she had to get to the house and pee. I didn’t let go of her, but kept holding her against me as we walked towards our back yard.
Turning her head towards me, she said, “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to pee right here on myself!”
“Like that would be the first time tonight?” I said to her.
“Hey now! That was uncalled for,” she replied.
She finally slipped from my arm and took off towards the house in a slow jog, not really trying all that hard to outrun me but fast enough to make it a game. I caught her on the deck around the pool and pulled her back against me, dragging her to a lounge chair we had by the pool. I turned her towards me and kissed her hard and deep, letting my tongue explore her as she did the same to me. As we kissed, I ran my hand up to her breast and was slowly fondling it. This caused her to move closer to me until our crotches were rubbing together in time to our kissing and my attentions to her breasts. I kept working her breasts over through her bikini top until I could feel her nipples jutting out like little stubs in the cloth. I finally tired of her bikini top and slid my hand under the cup, pinching her nipple between my fingers. Her immediate reaction was to moan and thrust her hips harder into me. I had learned long ago: her nipples were hard-wired into her pussy. The more I would play with them, the more excited and needy she got for me.
We finally had moved right up against the lounger and I fell back, taking her with me. She landed on me, causing a bit of discomfort to my now-very-hard cock. Thankfully she moved off me quickly, getting to her knees. She was straddling me with her pussy right over my cock. She wiggled a bit and I could feel her pussy pressing onto my shaft.
With her breasts free of her bikini top, I wasted no time in slipping my fingers around her nipples. I was playing them like joysticks in an arcade game. I was pushing all her buttons for extra points and she was loving it. She was working her pussy over my crotch faster, really exciting herself. Finally, she could take no more and stood up. She tugged at the string of her bikini bottom and let it drop to the deck. Then she reached for my trunks and with a swift tug and a quick yank had them off of me and on the deck as well, leaving my erect cock standing up for her to see.
She knelt back down straddling me and slowly worked her pussy over my cock. She felt so wet as she settled down on me. I started to reach for her breasts to tease her nipples, but she pushed my hands away, instead leaning down and kissing me as she started riding me up and down. She was in total control now.
Looking at me she asked, “You are liking this, baby?”
My only answer was a huge smile and a nod of my head as she settled onto my cock again. She was moving back and forth and up and down as she rode me, always changing the sensation of how my cock rubbed against her. She would stop every so often and just press down on my cock, forcing me as deep as she could, then quickly lift almost off me before slamming back down hard on my cock. She had never ridden me with such intensity as this before. She was like a woman possessed tonight.
It wasn’t long before her orgasm hit her hard. She settled down on my cock as deep as she could force it and leaned forward as her body shook in pleasure. She stayed this way for a few moments until she finally raised back up sitting on my cock. She lifted herself up until my cock slipped from her pussy and rested against her swollen lips. It was glistening with her cum and my own pre-cum. She reached down and stroked it a few times looking at me. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I was hoping she was going to ride me some more — boy was I ever wrong!
She looked at me while holding my cock in her hand and said, “Honey, I told you I needed to pee, but you wouldn’t let me. Instead you wanted to fuck out here on the deck, but I still need to pee.”
“I’m sorry babe, go pee if you still need to,” I said to her. The look she got when I said that was a devilish as all hell.
Still holding and stroking my cock slowly, she said, “Too late for that now!”
Leaning back slightly, she used her free hand to spread her pussy open and let a stream of pee squirt out over my cock and her hand as she continued to stroke me. I was shocked and turned on at the same time. I watched in fascination as she emptied her bladder all over my cock and stomach, but she never missed a beat stroking my cock. Suddenly. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was going to cum. I started to say something to her, but she could already feel my impending orgasm and was stroking me faster. I exploded, shooting a stream of cum two feet in the air, landing on her breasts. The second spurt wasn’t as hard, but still landed on her stomach. The third and fourth spurts weren’t nearly as hard and landed on her hand and my cock. I could see I was still oozing cum as she continued to softly stroke me dry.
My head just dropped to the cushion of the lounge chair, exhausted. I hadn’t cum that hard in quite a while. I was laying there trying to wrap my head around the fact that my lovely wife just pissed on me. In our few year’s together, she had never done something like that; but suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as she got up off the chair and stood over me looking down.
“Maybe next time you’ll let me go pee before getting so grabby,” she said with a smirk and turned towards the house, not bothering to pick up her bikini or wrap.
I leaned up on my elbow watching her walk away. “Maybe not!” I said to her back as she disappeared through the door.
I just laid back and ran my hand over my cock and groin area feeling the wetness from her orgasm, then her pissing on me and my own cum. I felt like a mess and can only imagine how I would look. Thankfully none of the deck lights were on.
