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Sometimes, a simple thought one night leads to experimentation the next day, and things evolve over several years until a new pleasure source is perfected. Some choose to fool around with others, some try bondage, others get into food, cross dressing, orgies, and some experiment with watersports. Id be in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and my wife would come in, sit on the toilet and pee.

But on later occasions, seeing and hearing her started to arouse me. After many years of marriage, routine sex begins to lose its mystique, and couples tend to drift into other areas of sex. Later on, she began to pee on my over30.com cock, which would make me come right away. Id put my hands between her legs when she peed and feel the warmth, or if we were showering together, Id ask her to pee, so I could watch and touch it.

many sources, many ideas. How far back does my story start? At first, I though it was gross. Over the years, the stream made its way up, getting closer and closer to my mouth. It felt good, but that was as far as Id let it go. People get their ideas from books, movies, the internet.

I immediately spit it out. Afterwards, as we got more comfortable with the concept (It took almost 10 years to get this far, from watching her pee! She never tasted it, or had any desire to do so. Then one day, while I was licking her pussy, she had an orgasm, and let out some pee into my mouth. I suppose it began a soon after getting married. Last weekend, that all changed.

I secretly had hoped that she would come up with some fun things to try. ), shed let some "escape" into my mouth, and Id promptly spit it out to the side. An opportunity to have a quiet and fun weekend away from the kids was all I had in mind. She told me that preparation was required, and handed me a sealed envelope.

After checking into the hotel, my wife told me that she had something special planned. Check into a nice hotel room in the big city, go out to dinner and a movie, stroll downtown, late night drink at a bar, a little sex back in the hotel room. As soon as the door closed behind me, I heard all the locks click.

I did not anticipate what was to happen. I didnt know if she was aiming higher, or I was crouching lower. Before I could protest, she ushered me out the door into the hallway. Finally, I was to enter the bathroom, have a thorough shower, and enjoy the "treats" left for me on the bathroom vanity. She told me to have a light dinner, not spicy or salty, and absolutely no garlic or onions, and to drink lots of fluids.

When I finished the letter, the elevator had just stopped in the lobby. anticipation never felt so good. She instructed me that when I came back to the room, that I was not to say one word until everything was over, that talking would immediately end the session, and that I was not to turn on the lights.

In the elevator, I opened the envelope and started to read the letter. What happened was beyond any of my wildest fantasies. At seven, I was promptly back in front of the hotel room. My heart started to pound. Being a bit hungry, I grabbed some pizza, washed it down with a bottle of beer, and headed to the movie theater, as the minutes slowly crept by.

Opening the door, I immediately noticed the heavy smell of her perfume, as well as cigarettes. I closed and locked the door. As I exited, I noticed that my erection had grown, and I had slight fluttering in my belly. Entering the bathroom, I noticed that the light switch was taped up, and several scented candles were lit on the vanity.

There were two bottles of wine coolers on ice, as well as 2 cigarettes waiting for me, with a note saying to take my time, enjoy the bath. Now, neither one of us smoke, but we have had a few puffs over the years during lovemaking in hotels, to heighten the arousal.

The bath was filled with warm busty older women sudsy water. The lack of oxygen to the brain making you dizzy seems to have some weird sexual enhancement. She told me to go down to the lobby, open the letter there, and follow its instructions. Now, at this point, my head was spinning rapidly.

The 2 coolers had kicked in, plus the effects of the cigarettes and the hot bath had left me dizzy. I stripped down and entered the tub. Opening the coolers, I had a smoke with each bottle. mature naked ladies, I approached the king size bed. She basically wrote that I was not to return to the room for three hours, until 7:00 PM.

The sexual anticipation I was feeling was unbelievable. Her toes had that delicious taste combination of new polish, leather from her shoes, and a slight sweaty, musky aroma. We continued to neck for about five minutes. Her perfume was stronger here, and I could also make out the faint aroma of wine, and the musky scent her pussy gives off when shes been masturbating.

The only light came from the candles in the bathroom. The room was dark, and some flute and piano music was coming from the portable CD player that we brought along. I got the shock of my life when the glow of the lighter showed that during the time I was gone, she had gotten her nails done. Not talking, I started to nibble on her toes, feet, and made my way up to her mouth.

They were clear, natural looking, about an inch long, curved in, with squared off tips. With the soap and wash cloth left for me, I cleaned myself, rinsed off, dried, and left the bathroom. We lit the cigarettes, lay back down on the bed, and continued to drink the coolers.

I noticed that under me was a plastic sheet, covered by one of our blankets. I could make out the figure of my wife , the red glow of the menthol cigarette in her hand. My erection must have doubled in size. When we finished, she pulled me off the bed, pulled back the covers, and made me lie down again.

Then, she got on the bed and knelt beside me. As she ran it across my lips, I felt the smoothness of the new nail. She pushed me back, handed me another cooler, and a cigarette. This went on for several minutes, with each nail taking a turn. I said, "Wow", and she immediately put her long nailed index finger to my lips and smiled.

She put one of those sleeping masks on me, spread my arms and legs out, and tied me spread eagle to the bed with some of my neckties she had brought along. I felt something on my lips and sexy older mature woman realized it was her finger. I licked and sucked on each one, hearing gentle giggles as I hit a ticklish spot. After some movement, I felt her toes, dipped into the same wine, caress my lips.

Again, I felt her fingers, then nails, each filled with wine. I heard her utter a quiet "Shhhh" as she shook her head. She got off the bed, changed to CD, and returned about a minute later. I eagerly licked, sucked and chewed each fingernail dipped a fresh load of the tasty wine pee. I realized that she had peed into the second glass of wine, mixing the flavors. She was dipping the straw into the glass, capping it with her thumb, and releasing the contents into my mouth.

I then felt a straw enter my mouth, filling it with more of the mixture. Some straws were wine, others were the wine pee. I swallowed all that was offered me. The sensation of these new nails, filled with wine, running across my lips and tongue was amazing. I heard the sound of a bottle of wine being opened, and poured into several glasses.

I heard the sound of her puffs, the gentle phhhhhhhh of the exhale. As the tip reached across, she dipped it in my mouth, and I received a few drops of the new wine. The effect of this was too much for me. She got off the bed, walked away, and retuned a minute later. She stopped, and I heard the click of the lighter.

Each was filled with fresh pee. But now the wine tasted a bit different. A cigarette was placed in my mouth. Again, the fingers started to caress my lips. It wasnt salty, and didnt have the oily taste that I sometimes tasted and spit out. I had never purposely swallowed it until tonight. Enough had always leaked down into my stomach though, making me still taste it the next day.

No wine, just her wine diluted urine. But this time, as the long wet nails reached my lips, I knew what to expect. When youre in a frenzy like this, it seems like you can never get enough. I puffed on it enough to get me dizzy again, and she removed it. She then filled her mouth with the golden juice, our lips touched, and we began to french kiss, while the tangy juice swirled around in our mouths.

After a few seconds, we both had the same amount of her pee in our mouths. We pulled away, and swallowed at the same time. The sensation I had at that moment will be impossible to describe. She put her fingers on my mouth and pushed my head back down.

I knew that it was now or never, and I eagerly licked the contents of the nails and swallowed. Swallowing more this time, I felt that the breeze in the room was enough to make me explode. A mental orgasm hit me, and pushed me to an even higher state of arousal. She was masturbating with one hand, and that was too much for her.

I hungrily started to lick all around her pussy, with the tip of my mature naked ladies tongue trying to enter her urethra. Since her other hand was pulling my head up to her pussy, I could not pull away. What I couldnt swallow escaped from the corners of my mouth. I heard her pee into a glass just inches from my face.

I was whispering, "More, more". So I couldnt wait for her to dip her nails into the glass. It seemed as strong as a garden hose, and lasted what seemed like minutes. At this point, the she let go of my head and reached over to squeeze my penis. No sooner had she touched it, that I exploded. She filled her mouth with more still warm pee, and we repeated the kiss. She continued the bucking motion brought on by her orgasm, still rubbing herself.

My eyes started to sting a bit as the hot urine washed over my face. I whispered "More" again, and as she pushed my head back down, I felt her straddle my face with her moist pussy. Her bladder exploded as she came. The blanket was soaked. But as I lay there, trembling, covering her back, the bed and part of the room with my semen, I realized that she had given me an orgasm that I would never have the likes of again.

She quieted down, severely out of breath. We wrapped the cold and wet blanket around ourselves and fell into a deep undisturbed sleep. The next morning, we found one squirt on the wall behind us, inches from the ceiling.