My Wife's Fetishes
I would be interested to get comments on my wife's fetishes and fetishes enjoyed by others with their significant others. Some folks may not consider these unusual activities and others may say "Wow, we ought to try that" or just "No thanks."
Having been married for many years now I have been able to watch my wife grow and mature sexually, become more adventuresome and learn what truly makes her feel good. We agreed long ago that if it feels good, then let's do it.
Pee play
Not long after we got married, she asked me if she could hold my cock while I peed. She said she wanted to see what it felt like. Why not? About once a week she would ask to do it again and then she started dabbling her fingers in my pee stream. She said it felt nice and warm.
Soon after that she started dabbling her fingers in her own pee stream while sitting on the toilet. Not much later she started to invite me into the bathroom to watch her pee on her own fingers and casually suggested that I might want to get my fingers peed on too. So, it is not unusual for me to slip my hand between her legs while she sits on the toilet and let her pee on my fingers. While it doesn't do a lot for me, she seems to get great enjoyment out of this activity. So, why not, if she enjoys it?
When we share a shower, it is not unusual to get my feet peed on. She just backs off, spreads her pussy lips and shots a stream of warm piss onto my feet. She really seems to enjoy it.
Over the years her pee play has become more adventuresome. About 5 years ago we were working out in the garden when she announced "I really have to pee. I don't know if I will make it into the house." With a laugh I suggested, "Well why don't you just let it fly right here. Go ahead and piss your pants. I'll watch!" She got this odd smile on her face and slowly this wet spot started to appear in the front of her jeans. The bigger the spot got the bigger her smile got until the pee was running down the inside of her thighs. We both just stood there laughing until she sighed, signaling she was done. I thought for sure she would immediately go into the house and get rid of her wet jeans. Nope. She went right back to gardening and kept her wet jeans on as a badge of honor.