This story is absolutely true as written.
Since childhood I have been hooked on a pee fetish and throughout the years, I have enjoyed many exciting experiences. My wife on the other hand never thought of playing pee games until I was part of her life.
I love my wife Eva endlessly for many reasons, and one reason is that she is by far the sexiest woman that I have ever met. She just has a talent for reading people where sex is concerned, and she knows exactly what they want, even if they won't admit it at first. When we became a couple, I explained to her how pee play excites me and from there she became an expert. She never says no to any idea that I might have, and instead she invests all of herself into ensuring whatever the experience is, it is the very best that she can make it.
This story is about one evening when she caused a pee flood as we sat in a bar listening to an entertainer.
It was a date night and as usual we headed downtown by taxi for a few drinks to enjoy the wonderful culture of our colonial style Mexican city. On date nights Eva never wears panties or a bra, and her dress has a deep-v neckline that will open to expose her beautiful big breasts with the flick of a button. As we dressed to leave home we were in a great mood and feeling quite romantic. Often, we feel wild and we look for risky adventure but this night we wanted to be alone to enjoy each other. Typically, we ask the taxi driver to leave us at the same downtown corner on date night, and from there we walk around to visit some of the many bars and clubs that we enjoy. This night was no different.
As we departed the cab, we could hear a female voice singing a very popular seventies Eagles song called Hotel California. She wasn't great, but the music wasn't too loud either and it fit our mood. Further investigation revealed that the music was coming from a bar we often visit on the second story of a nearby large building and so up we went.
As we entered the bar it was pretty quiet. There were a few couples sitting around and the entertainer was on a small stage halfway out onto a balcony that was directly over the main street. It was a beautifully warm evening and all the windows were open which is why we were able to hear the music out on the street corner.
In one section of the bar there was a very long bench seat covered with comfortable cushions and tables spaced apart every eight feet or so. We chose to sit at one of these tables. Eva sat on the bench part and I sat beside her on a comfortable chair.