Before you read this, I need to make you aware that Sexy Husband and myself have discussed consent around waking each other up with sex and on the rare occasions that one or the other of us is not up for it, we will pull away as soon as we know what is happening, we will cuddle and talk instead, and the other will not take it personally. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. Just because we both like being woken up like this doesn't mean that consent is ongoing and unquestionable. Keep checking in.
Now onto the post.
You know the feeling? When you are lying in a warm bed, next to a warm partner and everything is, you know, cosy. You are just existing in a moment of safe and warm. And you are aware of your body in a way that makes the whole thing an extremity. You stretch slightly and you understand the word languorous as the duvet whispers gently across your skin. You start to feel it. The warming. That feeling when your nethers start to wake up and sleepily ask for their breakfast. It is a feeling that I love to stretch out by wiggling my hips slightly so my labia rub together and tease my clit slightly.
That is when the warm body of my partner comes into my frame of sentience. He is so solid, so real, from the muscular, firm thighs to the strong arms that have now come to rest over my breasts. I shift my position slightly so I can feel it, yes, yes YES his cock his semi tumescent. I love it in this state, so much promise, so much swelling against my leg. You can keep your "I was instantly hard" people. They are missing the point. The build up. The yearning. I run the very tips of my fingers over it and feel it throb and I am lost. I need it inside me. So I squeeze. Softly, gently, then turn over and using only my hip movements and my labia to position myself, slide down onto the now very tumescent cock. And I start to rock. And he moans. Low and with the sexiest of growls as the movement of his hips match mine. That feeling of the extremities has now made my whole body aglow with just wanting him to fuck me. To have his cock sliding in and out of me, my position ensuring that his beautiful, thick cock is rubbing against my g-spot. He isn't as in control as usual, which is one of the reasons I like to do this to wake him. I am in charge, and will tell him sometimes to keep still as I slide on him like he is a dildo and not 6' of throbbing, horny man.
I am getting close to cumming now and then the thought occurs. "I think I need a pee." This could not come at a worst time. My ADHD often has trouble keeping its mind on the job without the nagging worry that I might pee myself. Then he reaches round and with wet fingers gently circles my clit and I am lost. My g-spot is at its most sensitive and close to delivering the kind of orgasm that originates in your asshole and explodes your entire body and that tongue like circling at the same time is too much to bear and I let go. As does my bladder. Now, I am less a squirter, more of a flooder, so I am used to the bed being rather damp when I cum, which is why we bought a rather expensive mattress protector, but this was next level. Warm, silky, plentiful and a smelling like taboo and dirty. Which are my favourite smells. The smell of cunt on a beard, the waft of jizz in my hair. The sex smell that lingers when there have been multiple people fucking, the smell of clean ass while I am tonguing it. What I wasn't expecting was the rush, the orgasm aftershock it would give me.
I also didn't expect Sexy Husband to respond by unleashing his own bladder while still in me. I felt full. Like I had more than 2 dicks in me. It was amazing. And he followed it up by cumming so hard in me I exploded all over again. And again when he pulled out and his pee gushed out of me.
He didn't get hard again quickly, he didn't get soft. He flipped me over and sunk into me. Fucking me so hard that both our pee splashed all over us. We rolled around on that bed, soaked to the skin and hornier than we had realised we could get. No words spoken, just two people writhing on a bed of piss fucking. I lost count of how many times I came. Just that there came a point where the pee was cold and I needed to shower.
He stripped the bed and remade it while I showered. Then got in with me and slid it into my ass. Not to fuck me, but to signal that it was all good. Just to be intimate.
It was the first time, but was it the last? No. These days though, I tell him I am going for a shower, where I can sit because showering is something my body no longer allows me to do standing up. I will get naked and stand in the doorway asking "do you need to pee?"
Amazing how many times the answer to that is yes.
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