Late that night Kim was woken up by a hard burning in her bladder. Trying to ignore it she turned over in their bed, trying not to wake Jack, lying on her back to not put too much pressure on her abdomen. Closing her eyes she tried to go back to sleep when a sudden wave of desperation washed over her. Not wanting to ruin the mattress she slipped out of bed and tried to think of where she put the salad bowl she and her husband had shared as a toilet earlier that evening. Silently cursing again she realized it was still in the living room still filled with her now cold piss. Quickly glancing around the dark bedroom for something to relieve her bladder in she spied the trash can next to their dresser. Jamming her hand into her crotch she made her way to the receptacle, only she was stopped halfway by an uncontrollable spurt into her hand causing her pee to shower down onto the carpet in a muted patter. "Fuck!" she thought as she managed to get her urethra under control. In one swift motion she lifted up her night shirt and made a bound for the trash can, spreading her legs on either side she lost control just at the right moment as her pussy hovered above the bin, now cascading noisily over its contents.
As she sighed blissfully she heard her husband stirring and getting out of bed. She watched as he made his way over to the wall adjacent to the hallway. Wondering what he was doing she cut off her stream and watched his shadowy form intently. Her eyes widen as she saw him drop his boxers to his ankles and started to hear a loud splashing. Jack was peeing on the wall! Kim called out to him asking what he was doing, she realized he was sleep walking! Up until now the couple had kept their toilet activities to the outdoors and receptacles when inside the house. Kim's jaw dropped as she felt her nipples harden and blood rush to her loins. The thought hadn't occurred to her that they could just pee anywhere they'd like in their own home. As she crept closer to Jack she saw his stream of urine staining the wall, looking down past Jack's pissing cock, she saw the spreading darkness on the carpet before him, nearly reaching his feet. Then without warning Jack turned, still peeing, and moved away from her leaving a broken trail of pee as he shuffled towards the open hallway door with his boxers still around his ankles. Following him she watched as he grasped his penis and guided his stream out their bedroom door and into the hallway. Arcing his piss this way and that as if he was chasing something, leaving zig-zag patterns in the hallway carpet before finally stopping and emptying his bladder in a final splattering puddle. Pulling up his boxers he went back to bed, feet squelching in his pee trail as he passed over it before covering himself with their sheet with a smile on his face.
Aroused by the brazen act of her husband Kim's half full bladder urged her on. Not wanting to be out done by a sleep walker and determined to make her husband's nocturnal actions known to him in the morning she crept over to his side of the bed and squat down over the carpet. Her prodding bladder released its hold and flowed out between her pussy lips, streaming onto the carpet below, soaking up the warm piss thirstily, splashing her feet and snaking down her butt. Kim watched in delight as the carpet absorbed her pee, the wet patch growing larger and larger, giggling at the thought of Jack waking up the next morning and stepping in it before he would likely pee somewhere else in the house. Grasping one of her ample breasts with one hand and rubbing her hard clit with the other Kim tried to imagine where she and her husband would have their morning piss. Finishing up her current pee she rubbed herself into a muffled orgasm as she spurt the last of her pee onto the soaked carpet. Climbing into bed she looked over at her sleeping husband and couldn't miss his hard cock poking through the sheets. Wondering what he might be dreaming she drifted off to sleep.
Jack later recollected to Kim a strange dream he had that night. He dreamed he was a Roman citizen living in a large villa. He was attending to the family Lares, Urinaelia, filling up her ceremonial wide mouthed amphora with his family's special light yellow wine, when he notice he was quit desperate. Grabbing his penis he knew he wasn't going to make it to the fuller's piss pot down the street and the baths were even further. Not knowing what to do he glanced around the Lares shrine located in the enclosed garden like peristylum, looking for something to help his need when he was interrupted by a voice calling out to him, "Pee here!" a female voice said. He turned around, not seeing anyone in the airy room, another wave of desperation electrified his body, and he squeezed his penis harder, dancing from foot to foot.
