Carols Kink

It was some weeks since Carol and Bob had experienced the thrill of Bob's little kink and experimented with something well off the beaten track of what she still thought of as normal sex and Caroll had started to winder if perhaps it was her turn to live out a fantasy or two. They had not had another uninhibited session of pee play nor had they really talked about it, letting it slowly fade in to the background.

One evening after a satisfying dinner and a bottle of wine they were watching a film on Netflix and in passing two women had shared a passionate kiss and a little light breast fondling. Carol turned to Bob and said, "You know I have always wondered what that would be like."

Bob turned to here, a slightly confused look on his face, "What, you mean being an actress?"

Carol sighed, "No you dolt, having sex with another woman!"

Bob could not believe his ears. Carol have sex with a woman? It was only his second favourite fantasy when having a quick wank. Even as he processed the words, he felt his prick stirring with interest.

Carol was still talking he realised, "It's not that I don't love you and love the sex we have but I have just wondered what it would be like. What is it they say these days, FOMO. Yes, that's it, I wonder what I could be missing out on. Look you have fulfilled your fantasy, and I promise we will do that again because it was a lot of fun, but I think I would like to see if I can maybe just have a little taste of what my fantasy could offer."

Bob was struggling to keep up but he knew one thing for sure, he was really keen to help Carol fulfil her fantasy. "Wow, that was kind of unexpected. I had no idea you had ever even thought about anything like that."

Carol smiled at him, "Yes, well I have never said anything but since you opened up about your kink, I figured I could do the same. Although thinking about it I don't think I should call it a kink, or a fetish, should I? I mean loads of women are lesbians and its just another way people choose to live, you can't say it is kinky, can you?"

"Well I suppose not." Replied Bob. For a moment or two he wondered if he was actually going to admit to his version of Caro's fantasy, but then he thought given how accepting she was about the pee fetish she was clearly more open minded than he had given her credit for. "Well, I suppose if that turned me on then that

would

count as a kink, wouldn't it?"

Carol smirked at him. Yes, thought Bob that was definitely a smirk. " Oh, Bob, you naughty man!" She caste her eyes down to his swelling trouser crotch. "Are you getting turned on already by the idea?" Her hand smoothly ran up his thigh and pressed against his burgeoning erection. "You are, aren't you. Maybe I should help you with that?"

In no time Carol had unzipped his flies and released his cock. She gripped the shaft firmly at the root and leaned down, taking him straight into her mouth. Her tongue teased the tip of his prick as her hand squeezed it gently. As her head started to bob up and down Bob slipped a hand down her top to fondle her boobs, the nipples already firm.

Carol pulled away and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth and Bob tasted a little of the slippery pre-cum she had sucked from him. "Now imaging this tongue licking away at another girl's pussy and then coming home to you" whispered Carol.

It was too much and Bob fired a jet of spunk across the sofa. "Sorry" grinned Bob, "but you can see that I am all in favour of you not missing out!"

The next day they sat drinking coffee on the patio and started to think about just how Carol's fantasy could come to pass.

"Look" said Carol taking charge of things, " I am not going to tumble into bed with some like minded woman overnight and I am not even sure that is what I want. I think I need to start slowly and just dip a toe in the water first. Any ideas?"

Bob had indeed been thinking about this, although most of his thoughts had not been of the "toe in the water" variety. "Maybe you could spend some time just looking at other women but in a more sexual way?"

"I am not going out for a copy of playboy if that's what you mean, nor am I going to start watching lesbian porn. " Carol pronounced, "Well, maybe not yet anyway." She added with a grin.

"Hey, you often go to the local pool. Are the women's changing rooms open like the men's, open showers and all that?"

Carol could immediately see where this was going. " So, you are suggesting I ogle women in the changing rooms?"

"No, I am just saying when you look at them do it with more of a, you know, sexy eye. When you are in the showers instead of looking away take it all in. Maybe clean yourself down there a little more than you need, kind of show off a bit. After all if you are going to get down and dirty with a woman then she is going to be doing the same with you. I expect it feels very different having a woman look at you that way?" Bob concluded with a shrug.

Carol looked pensive, "I am not sure this is going to work. I have never noticed anyone else peering at boobs and pussies in there. How sexy could this be?"

"Suppose you come back here and play with yourself whilst you tell me who you saw, what you saw?"

"Jus a minute, whose fantasy is this? You are just going to get you rocks off to me telling you all about Sarah's big lips, Jane's big dark areolas, Becky's perky little nubbins...." Carol trailed off as her breath started to run short and her hand crept up from her knee where it had rested to seek out her dampening pussy.

Bob smiled at her, "See it does work, but don't stop now. What do you want Becky to do to you?"

Carol pushed back from the table and hitched her skirt up and stretched he legs wide. She pulled aside her cotton pants and started rubbing her pussy with her left hand whilst her right clenched her breast. "She kneels down in front of me, stark naked and starts to blow on my pubes, then when I can't take it any longer, she pushes a finger into my cunt, then two, and she squeezes my clit with her thumb, she pulls them out and then licks me, sucks my clit, drinks my piss...." Carol let out a squeal and shuddered as she came, whilst at the same time Bob let out a grunt as he came in his pants, having been rubbing himself throughout the performance.

"Golly!" gasped Carol, "I was not expecting it to go like that. Maybe there is something in your plan after all. Now hadn't you better pull down those trousers?" she said eying the growing damp patch on Bob's crotch.

Bob pulled down his trousers and Carol came and stood in front of him. Her pants were back in place but her skirt was still hitched up. She hovered over his lap and his softening cock and just peed. Bob watched as the first damp patch grew to cover the front of her panties and then streamed out over his cock and balls and down to the patio. Carol bent to kiss him as his hand grasped her mound and a finger snuck in under the sodden fabric of her pants. She lowered her kissing until she was knelt on front of Bob. A meeting of their eyes was all that was needed. As Carol's mouth opened Bob pissed a great stream into it. Her lips closed as she drank him in, a portion of his piss leaking out and running over his soaking crotch and onto his soaking clothes.

As he finished, he bent down kissing Carol and tasting his pee on her lips, "God, I love you!" he whispered.

The sound of a car starting suddenly brought them back to the real world and they realised they had taken no precautions against being seen by the neighbours. Bob did a quick scan of the visible windows that overlooked their patio. Some 50 metres away he caught a glimpse of movement. Wasn't that where Becky lived? He focussed his gaze and sure enough there was Becky at an upstairs window. She wasn't looking though; she had her eyes tightly shut and Bob could see her shoulders and upper arms moving in a fast rhythm as she wanked herself off.