It was about a year and a half ago, I was sitting in my work truck having a lunch break and leching at any remotely sexy looking female who happened to walk by, fantasizing about kinky sex. Such has been my custom ever since I can remember. At 53 I still had a raging libido and quite simply did not get enough sex to satisfy it. I could still quite easily orgasm two or three times a day.
My wife and I had always looked after ourselves, eating properly and having active lives. My job as a farrier is particularly physically strenuous, as such I was still well muscled and tanned from working outside much of the time. I was in rude health.
I still have a full head of brown hair with just a hint of gray and hazel eyes which I'm told still have a sort of boyish charm. Working with horses, you either get aggressive and shout and push and stay permanently pissed off – it's a difficult job with a surprising requirement for finesse and the horse constantly fidgeting can be frustrating – or you develop a sort of Zen sereneness, doing what is required all the time soothing and talking to the animal. Often we develop a sort of charisma, a chattiness and banter to keep everything pleasant and friendly, even if things are going wrong
Women, who are the vast majority of my customers, love the second approach. There is something about farrier men which some woman find attractive. Maybe it's the muscles, maybe it's the horsemanship skill, I don't know, but I'm not unaware of being ogled at sometimes and of course there is always the flirting.
This all did my uncontrolled sex drive no favours, even though I did well to hide it in order to maintain professionalism.
My wife Helena was also still a picture of health and sexiness, belying her 53 years and bearing of two children. She still fitted in the clothes she had when we were married 29 years earlier. I guess you would say her body was of the "modeling type". Very lean and slender, very little fat with small, still teenager-like breasts. Some would say her body was almost on the boyish end on the female body spectrum. She was built for speed, not comfort. She was very fit, her abs the envy of anyone who happened to get a glimpse of them.
What made her sexy enough even at 53 to often be approached and propositioned from other men was her beautiful face, her cute ski ramp nose, sparkling blue-green eyes framed by her voluminous wavy blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back; oh and those nipples which almost always presented themselves through her top. Yes, atop those perfectly shaped small breasts were the most prominent erect, overtly raunchy nipples.
Yet she had been raised by parents with Victorian values which we had never been able to get past sexually. Our sex was always very vanilla with nothing more risque than the occasional 69er. Amazingly however, Helena had the most intense orgasms and came to them quite easily and frequently. She always seemed try to control herself however and never really let herself go wild and enjoy them fully, almost embarrassed by their intensity. She aways seemed to be holding something back.
The frequency was also on the wane. Her seemingly decreasing interest in sex I always put down to boredom, tiredness or just a declining libido. This was distressing for me because still madly in love with her, I still wanted to fuck her every which way til Sunday, not withstanding my growing perversions and developing kinks.
Living on acreage gives you a certain amount of privacy. Typical of any male, when I needed a piss I'd just whop it out and go, often in front of my wife. I guess she felt what was good for the goose was good for the gander and eventually would do the same. When she needed to go she'd just pull down her panties squat down and let it go, often also right in front of me and often giving me full view of her pussy as she pissed. I don't know whether it was trying to erotic, trying to make a point, or just being completely comfortable with each other.
Helena is a gusher and her bladder must be huge as she pisses in great volumes, gushing out like a fire hose. I'm not sure at that point whether Helena knew the sight of her piss flooding from her beautiful full sized pussy was a major turn on for me. I would become instantly hard at the sight. I never mentioned this perversion to her wishing not to offend those sexually obstructive Victorian ideals and dammit, I never wanted her to stop doing it.
Helena was into some bizarre health practices, none more so than her recent use of urine for health. Part of this protocol was to drink from one's own morning urination which she did every day. Often as I gave her a kiss goodbye as I was off to work I could still smell it on her breath. It was intoxicating and I'd drive off with a hard on, wishing it was my piss I smelt on her breath.
Having such a strong libido and a sex life on the wane, I made use of Internet porn to jack off to. I loved all the hard core stuff. Things I'd love to have done with Helena but couldn't suggest. I'd downloaded and saved my favourites to a file on my hard disk, never believing my technophobic wife would ever find them. There was all sorts of stuff on there, all the hard core stuff, orgies, multiple creampies, oral creampies, a little bit of bondage etc.
With my growing piss fetish I had saved a lot of watersports videos as well. There was some great videos of mouth pissing both hetro and female to female, pissing inside pussies and assholes during sex etc. My fetish was never about domination or submission, it was about the taboo, the trust and intimacy of two (or more) people sharing their piss with each other. That is what turned me on.
As such I didn't save any pissing videos where there was any element of domination or abuse, well all except for one. It was titled "Piss Whore Training" or something similar. That was the title I gave it on my hard drive anyway. I just thought it was hot because of the amount the woman pissed as she was getting fucked.
As this fetish was raging in me, I had to play it out, I though there is no way Helena is going to go for this, so I had to find a fuckbuddy who shared my interest in pee sex. Her name was Kylie, a sexy blond woman in her early 40's that like me, liked to be pissed on and into during sex. Like me, she had no interest in a relationship, she also had a partner whom she loved but who wasn't into kink. She just wanted to act out her piss fetish and that is what we both did, in addition to all the other hard core stuff I fantasized about.
I think Helena knew the whole time I was fucking somebody else. Women have a sense about these things, but once again that Victorian stoicism that accepted the husband taking a mistress, so long as it was just sex.
My phone rang as I sat there leching and eating lunch, It was Helena so I answered, "Hi babes wassup?".
There was a momentary pause before she answered and the tone I knew so well when something was wrong "Hello". Then nothing, silence except for the sound of her distressed breathing. I diddn't know whether she was angry about something or upset about something.
"What's wrong babes?"
There was further silence, maybe 5 or ten seconds, then "What are these videos on your computer?"
Oh fuck, I thought to myself. "What videos?" I asked. Of course I knew which videos, but I was hoping she had found some of the other weird videos about conspiracy theories and whatnot, but that would not have prompted a call I didn't think. I was in deep shit.
"The sex videos and the ones where people are pissing all over each other" she spitted out.
Frantic for an excuse, I thought of saying that I was doing research for a PhD, or secretly a CIA spy and these were dirt files on politicians, but nothing remotes plausible popped into my head in the few seconds before my panic was interrupted with her inquiring "Well?".
A few more seconds as the resignation came over me that my relationship could possibly be over or irreparably damaged, I decided to tell the truth,"It's urolagnia".
"I know what it is, I want to know what the fuck it's doing on your computer Wayne!"
