The four of us were sharing an apartment on holiday in the French Alps. It was night time and we had been watching a film. As to what film, I can no longer remember. The events that followed were too dramatic and blotted out earlier parts of that night. Plus, the substantial amounts of alcohol we had been drinking probably helped to my state of amnesia. What I do recall was the fantastic fuck I got to give my mate's wife.
The film had just finished and the credits started to crawl. The lights in the apartment were all off, the only illumination coming from the flickering lines on the TV. We had been drinking since the early hours of the evening and it had been a long film. None of us had ventured away from the main room whilst the film had been on and now it had finished, there were four very full bladders that needed relieving.
Having been sat at the edge of the sofa with my girlfriend beside me, I was naturally the first to reach the narrow corridor that fed off from the main room and into the sleeping quarters. There was a fumble as we each fought for first place in our efforts to reach one of the two bathrooms. Somebody at least had the presence of mind to flick on the hallway light for the corridor was suddenly illuminated just as I reached the main bathroom door. As I burst through into the room beyond I was aware of people passing me in a contest for the second on-suite bathroom that was situated in the master bedroom. I was also very conscious of a second person following behind me as I entered the bathroom. Naturally I assumed that this mystery person would turn out to be my mate. However, as a firm push in my back sent me reeling in a direction away from the toilet, I was amazed to find to find that it was Mary, my mate's wife, stood behind me.
"I'm going first," she giggled, pushing past and reaching the toilet. She was dressed in a white dressing gown which stretched down to just above her bare knees. Her long red hair flowed over her shoulders in stark contrast the white of the fabric. I'd always had a thing for Mary since my mate had started dating her. However, for the first time that night I actually thought about her in a sexual sense. I think it something about the fact she was stood facing me with the toilet behind her which she obviously wanted to use. Part of my drunken mind informed me that I should now be doing the gentlemanly thing and be thinking about leaving. However, I was very drunk, horny, and in desperate need to pee. Maybe if I refused to leave then maybe she would leave instead.
To my utter amazement, instead of insisting I leave, she instead giggled and fumbled at the knot in her belt which was holding her dressing gown closed. I stared in drunken bewilderment as time seemed to slow down as her garment came undone. The seconds crawled by as more and more of Mary's bare naked skin came into view. I could swear that I felt my mouth dropping in shock as her small but perfectly formed breasts emerged into sight. I had seen Mary in the past wearing low cut tops and dresses which had shown off beautifully the curves of her perfect bosom. It was only now as her hardened pointed nipples became exposed that I saw just how perfectly formed she really was. Her tits cried out to be suckled such was their immaculate pose, her rose bud nipples testament to perfection of the female body. Immediately I could feel my dick swelling in my boxer shorts at the sight of Mary's tits on display. Suddenly my brain reminded me that there was more to a woman's sexuality than just her breasts and I immediately refocused my gaze on her lower and now completely exposed lower regions.
For years I had fantasized about seeing Mary's pussy and have to have the opportunity to lick and taste it with my probing tongue. On several occasions over time I had even brought myself off with the fantasy of plunging my hardened dick into her waiting wet pussy hole. Now the moment had arrived in all its wonder as for a split moment Mary stood in front of me with all of her secrets on display. Already my fevered mind was desperately trying store a perfect memory of her beautiful slit nestled in the small triangle of her pubic hairs. Already I had captured the way in which her little clit was nestled at the top of her love grove and the shape of her fleshy lips that guarded her temple.
Time suddenly seemed to return to normal. Her dressing gown finished its descent to the bathroom floor and Mary resumed her motion. Ignoring me completely she sat down backwards bring her shapely bum cheeks into position hanging over the toilet bowl. Next was the unmistakable sharp hiss as she started to pee, her hot piss stream jetted from her now hidden pussy as she sat with legs together. The sound of Mary peeing brought me back to my senses. My own need to pee was simply too great to stay aroused and I could feel myself on the verging of pissing my pants. That was the last thing in the world I wanted Mary to see now, the humiliation forever staining my fantasy of her naked body. Even sat on the toilet she looked like an angel with her red hair flowing over her pale white shoulders and her aroused tits standing proud upon her chest.
'What should I do?' I asked my fevered brain. There was precious little in the way of options. Already I had started to slid open the zipper on my jeans and within seconds I was producing my John Thomas from his hiding place in my Boxers. In the small time between deciding to pee my brain had made a choice between two locations. I could either pee in the bathroom sink or take a piss into the shower cubicle whilst aiming for the plug hole. I had decided that using the sink might be too gross an act for Mary so the shower cubicle won instead. Flinging open the glass door I aimed my dick inside and immediately started to pee.
The relief of my toilet washed over me, sobering me slightly in the processing. My urine stream was a fat yellow affair, squirting strongly from my bell end and spraying in through the shower cubicle door. As it landed, my hot piss stream washed over the tiled floor for several seconds before I found my mark and started to pee directly over the plug hole. The sound my piss made as it splashed nosily over the cubicle floor seemed to fill the room and I could feel my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Mary was still sat on the toilet only a few feet away with a perfect few of my pissing dick. Although I could still hear the loud hiss of her own piss leaving her pussy, I couldn't see anything of her relief. I was also intently aware that Mary's gaze was now firmly focused on my dick and the shower of piss it was squirting out.
Neither of us said anything. My ears were filled with the sound of her peeing knowing that her bare pussy was situated so incredibly close to me. Having my dick in my hands and allowing her to see both it and my pee stream was an incredible thrill. My dick was already big in my fingers, swelled with blood from my earlier erection at seeing Mary's triangle of red pubic hair nestled between her legs. I knew I would never forget ever detail of her womanhood lodged as it was, firmly in my mind. Even now I could quite easily picture her pussy with her open pee hole squirting her piss into the toilet bowl. I wondered desperately how this sharing of our mutual toilets was going to affect our relationship. I'd not even seen my own current girlfriend on the toilet and we had been together for over 2 years. Now here I was taking a piss into a shower cubicle whilst my mate's wife sat in the nude on the toilet, taking a tinkle of her own!
