Much to my shame, my story did not end that night in the bathroom with Mary. Here is a recollection of where events led to the next day.
In the morning I woke from a deep and relaxing sleep. My mind was not yet fully functional and I stretched out luxuriously in the large bed, reaching out with one arm to the still sleeping form of my girlfriend. At least that is what I originally thought. As soon as my arm descended around the body beside me I immediately realised that it was not my Louise sleeping in the bed. With a rush, the events of the night returned. Turning over I stared in dismay at the slumbering form of Mary, my mate's wife, lying in the folds of duvet beside me. She was obviously as naked as I was, her creamy white shoulders showing above the bedding. Asleep, she looked even more the angel I took her to be, her beautiful features perfect in the soft light of the bedroom. Quite clearly I could recall her nudity from the night before; her small perfect tits and the triangular shaped mass of wiry red pubic hairs nestled between her legs. Just thinking about her incredible pussy brought about a stirring sensation from my groin. I couldn't resist. Slowly I started to pull away the duvet that covered Mary's fantastic breasts from my sight. Inch by tentative inch, more of Mary's naked body was revealed to my hungry gaze. The soft movement of her chest as she slept was hypnotic to my slightly befuddled mind. However as the rise of her boobs came into sight I could feel my erection building below inside the bed sheets. Finally the duvet moved past over the crest of her twin bulges and I was rewarded with the sight once again of Mary's utterly perfect nipples.
I stared in wonder at her rose bud tits recalling with desire the sensation of kissing and caressing them with my mouth. By now I was fully hard and I slipped one hand under the duvet to grasp my waiting cock and gave it a quick tug. This only heightened the state of my racing hormones. Mary was an incredible and wonderfully looking woman. Even more so when viewed sleeping nude. It seemed almost impossible that I could be so close to her naked form, an opportunity that could only have been sent from up above. Not wanting to abuse such an offering I had no choice but to continue my bedroom voyeurism. Once again the duvet continued on its way down the bed, uncovering in the process the rest of the slumbering angel's voluptuous curves. The soft tones of her belly muscles ran down to the plunging V shape of her pubic area. Between her perfectly proportioned thighs lay her pussy; red wiry pubic hairs covering her lower love lips with the slight bulge of her clit poking upwards at the top. I couldn't help the ministrations I was now applying to my cock under the bed sheets. The sight of Mary's naked womanhood on full display was simply too much. Tentatively I bent down to place a hungry tongue between her legs. Slowly I traced my way up her pussy crack sampling the taste of her warm skin against my lips. I was now torn between wanting to wake her in the hope of receiving another fuck or simply bringing myself off with the image and taste of this beautiful woman.
Fate decided for me. With a soft groan in her sleep Mary twisted away from me and rolled over in the bed. My initial disappointment at having her pussy and tits stolen from sight was replaced by an even deeper animal longing as I stared at the sight of her newly presented bare buttocks. If Mary had incredible and perfectly formed bosoms then there were few words left to describe the sight of her wide, toned and wonderfully round bum cheeks. I was now pumping away, quite strongly, on my dick using the image put before me to drive me onwards. I longed desperately to have the courage to slide my shaft beneath those curves and enter her waiting love hole. To do so, I knew would wake her and I had no idea how she would react. Our love making the night before had been impulsive and brought about by pressing circumstances. Now in the light of the morning, I had no idea how she would react to my naked presence beside her.
I clambered off the bed and paced around the room desperately wishing my erection away. Guilt, if that is what it could be called, washed over me. Our sex the night before had been completely wrong. She was a married woman and I had my own girlfriend, one I had been seeing for several years now. The only saving grace was the fact that my mate and my girlfriend had been as equally sinful. Meanwhile my worrying had had the obvious result in terms of blood leaving my former erect penis and returning to other locations. This only brought about an obvious need to pee. Stealing across the room as not to disturb Mary, my hand was on the bedroom door handle when I heard voices coming from the other side. My heart froze! Chris and Louise were already up and about in the Villa. This meant that there was now a very good chance that I would be noticed if I made the short dash to the nearby bathroom. Unlike Chris and Mary's bedroom, this one was not on-suite.
I stood frozen to the spot whilst I contemplated my situation. Obviously I would have to face Chris and Louise at some stage but somehow I was not quite ready. The other issue was the sleeping and very naked form of Mary in the bed behind me. I had not abandoned the hope of having the opportunity to slide my cock once again inside her warm pussy walls. The need in my bladder seemed to have doubled whilst standing at the door and I was now cross legged in my attempt to stem back the waiting flood of piss in my bladder. My thoughts were now on how I could relieve myself without leaving the room. My first idea was to squirt my pee out of one of the windows but unfortunately I lack a powerful piss stream and knew full well that I would never make the distance to the highly placed glass panes that lined the one wall. Almost hopping in desperation I approached the bed and stared once again at Mary's naked body. Her bum cheeks still looked incredibly inviting but my gaze wandered to her one thigh. The memory of having taking a short piss all over her creamy skin returned to my mind. Teasingly I imagined spraying her now with a new stream of hot urine squirting from my bell end. I even mimed the action tracing an imagery fountain of pee over her slender back and voluptuous buttocks. In retrospect, this was not a good thing to have done as it just made the need to go even worse. For a split second I so very tempted to actually go through with my deed and subject my mate's sleeping wife to the golden shower she had requested of me the night before.
Common sense swayed me at the last moment. The need to relieve myself was now incredibly acute and it was now an incredibly difficult task to keep it in. Desperately I searched the room for anywhere I could carry out a slash without leaving an obvious stain for Mary to discover afterwards. Necessity forced me in the direction of the built-in wardrobes. Flinging open the first set of doors revealed a full collection of clothing. The second set of doors revealed a more minimalistic collection of belongings, mainly the skis and poles belonging to me and Louise. This was as good a location as any and I had started to piss before I had even consciously focused upon my decision. Immediately a fast thick flowing stream of hot pee leapt from the end of my dick and began to spray into the wardrobe. The far wall was simple plaster and it immediately began to darken as my piss flowed all over it. The bottom of the wardrobe was carpeted; the same material as the room. Already it was becoming stained with numerous dark patches where my piss was falling. Relief poured through me, the painful urge in my bladder beginning to wane. I sighed in contentment as I idly trained my shooting piss shower over the back of the wardrobe. It didn't bother me at that stage about the mess I was leaving or the resulting stain or smell afterwards. Admittedly I was still slightly hung over from the beers last night, not to mention the distraction of my almost recent masturbatory session over Mary.
Thinking of Mary again, I closed my eyes and imagined that I was now squirting my pee all over her hot body. In my mind's eye, my golden shower was now pattering over her fantastic tits and running down her smooth belly. The furry triangle of her pubic hairs nestled between her legs was now a matted mass as my hot piss flowed between her thighs. In my fantasy Mary was just opening her mouth in a submissive posture ready to taste my pee when events from the real world grabbed my attention. A warm and obviously female hand had moved under my golden fountain of squirting piss and was now gently cupping and caressing my balls!
My eyes flicked open and I was taken over by a wave of shame as I found Mary by my side. My toilet into the wardrobe had obviously woken her and she had slipped across the room to discover what I was doing. My brain flooded with excuses and thoughts of how I could excuse my situation. At the same time my pissing cock was reacting badly to Mary's ministrations of my lower private parts. Already it was beginning to stiffen causing my shooting stream of piss to waver in the air above the wardrobe carpet. Splashes of piss were going everywhere including Mary's naked skin. To my horror I watched as droplets of my golden urine fell on her outstretched arm as she continued to massage my balls. Her nudity was a pressing desire in my mind especially once again so incredibly near. I could now feel the warmth of her body radiating outwards towards me, such was her closeness now. Her wandering hand moved upwards and I felt a bolt of pure excitement run through me as her delicate fingers brushed against my rising cock. She finished closing the gap between our bodies and I could feel her pubic hair brushing against my leg as she stood up to me on tip toe to whisper seductively in my one ear.
"Do you ever pee in the toilet?" she teased. I could hear the laughter in her voice and immediately the worried part of my brain relaxed. Thankfully she was as much entranced by watching me pee now as she had been last night when I had been forced to relive my piss into the shower cubicle.
"I want you to fuck me before breakfast," she then urged, her voice changing to a more husky sound. "You have such a wonderful cock and you're not ashamed to let me watch it in action. I love that about you."
Mary's voice was soft and sweet as she breathed into my ear. Her caressing digits were now running up and down my cock. I was at full attention now, my cock straining with the urge to be buried in her wet pussy. All piss had vanished and I had little idea or even cared if I had fully emptied my bladder.
