My name is Sally, and I am a recently divorced landlady in my 40s, owning and letting out a portfolio of rental properties. My ex-husband was a wealthy property developer, and I was left these properties as part of the divorce settlement. I am still an attractive blonde too, still looking fit for my age with not a hint of any grey hairs as yet, lol.
I guess I have always had a thing about pissing, though until very recently I had learned to keep it under wraps, in the interests of outward respectability, and because hubby knew nothing about it and was too sexually repressed to be anything other than shocked if he knew. Another reason for the divorce, by the way. Could put up with a boring sex life for only so long.
When I was in my late teens, about 18 or so, and still living with mum, I went through a phase where I got a perverted kick out of pissing on the carpet in the corner of my bedroom, or in the living room behind the sofa, and stuff like that. I limited how often I did it so as to avoid any pissy smell giving me away. But that was until one day - major fucking embarrassment - when my mum walked in on me in the act and actually caught me pissing on the carpet beside my bed. She went off on one, ranting about what a disgusting and dirty bitch I supposedly was and generally trying to make me feel bad.
She was a fucking hypocrite, though. I had long had my suspicions about things, and after that telling off I kept my ears open much more. Then one day my mum came back from several hours down the pub with some guy in tow, both drunkenly laughing. I lay in bed listening as they headed into her bedroom. And I heard the guy talking about needing a piss which my mum found funny. Neither of them went into the bathroom.
So, feeling kind of pervy, I sneaked out of bed and listened more closely for a short time. And with a wry smile upon my face, based upon what they were saying, it was obvious that they were pissing right there in her bedroom just for fun - on the floor by the sounds of it. I went back to bed thinking what a hypocritical bitch my mother was, trying to make me feel bad about peeing on my bedroom carpet, when she was doing exactly the same thing on hers! And letting a guy do it too! At least I never let anyone else pee on my carpet!
Next morning, after mum left for work and just before I left for uni, I went into my mum's bedroom which was normally out of bounds to me, just to seek confirmation. And I couldn't help noticing a faint pissy smell. I also found two large damp patches on the carpet, one in the corner and the other at the base of the wall beside her bed. On the wall I could just make out a faint stain on the wallpaper. I knew immediately what had happened. My mother had peed on the carpet in the corner of the bedroom whilst the guy had peed against the wall right beside her bed.
Well, I no longer felt the least bit bad about my own carpet pissings after that. I stopped doing it myself for as long as I stayed at home though. Didn't want to get shouted at. But when home alone I did sometimes squat and piss all over the bathroom or kitchen floors, which - being tiled - were quick and easy to mop up afterwards.
In my last year at uni, I got a part time job as a cleaner in a local pub. By then I had befriended the pub landlady - Tracy - who was older than me in her mid-30s = and over a few drinks we'd gotten talking. And it seemed that after a few she and her husband occasionally liked to have pissy fun too - right there in the pub.
Well, I will cut to the chase. I ended up joining them, and as the cleaner I was paid good rates for cleaning up afterwards. We had a good thing going there for a while. Once the last customers had gone, all three of us might just piss right there on the pub carpet. So much beer got spilt there that no one ever paid any attention to the wet patches. We didn't do it too often because we didn't want the place overwhelmed by a pissy smell, but it was fun when we did it.
