This is a direct sequel to my story "Earning a Reward the Wet Way". It describes my husband Carter allowing me to indulge in my peeing fetish, knowing that the next weekend I will pay him back with a sexual reward. There's no peeing in this story, and you don't have to read that story to read this one, but any reference made to 'last Sunday' will make more sense. Thanks for reading! Emily
*Last Sunday:
"If I get up and make dinner and let you sleep will that earn me a special reward next Saturday?" Carter whispered.
I moved my head and put my mouth on his, tasting his cum and my pussy on his lips. I kissed him passionately.
"You earned that the moment you let me grab you in the garage." I said softly.
I closed my eyes and felt his lips on mine again as sleep began to pull me down.
This Saturday:
I placed my open mouth against his testicles and began to gently tongue his balls, one at a time. I was dragging my tongue up and down each one slowly, savoring his heavy breathing and the sight of his cock pulsing and becoming thicker as his body responded to my wet mouth and hot breath.
I moved my mouth up and kissed the head of his cock, flicking my tongue against his frenulum before climbing up to lie down beside him.
I began to trail my fingers through his chest hair, watching his unstimulated cock stand at half mast, trying to defy gravity.
"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable." I told him. "We've got a long morning ahead of us and I need to spend a few minutes getting ready."
I slid off the bed and smiled to myself as I watched him trying to control his breathing as his cock pointed to the ceiling and throbbed. I caught his eye and winked at him before leaving the bedroom.
I made sure to close the bedroom door firmly on my way out. He couldn't leave, but I didn't want him overhearing his surprise before I was ready to spring it on him.
The reason he couldn't leave was simple. I had used two sets of handcuffs to shackle his wrists to the pipe that runs horizontal to the shelf on our headboard. To anyone looking it looked like a normal headboard. To anyone investigating they'd realize that someone could be restrained on our bed in just about any position, including having their arms and legs bound to each of the four corners of the king-sized bed.
I went into the living room and picked up my cell phone. I quickly typed \\Come on over! We're ready!// and then hit 'SEND'.
Almost immediately the phone buzzed in my hand. //On my way!\\
I felt a flush of warmth spread through me. My plan was working perfectly. I quickly stripped down to my panties and went into the kitchen to wait by the back door.
Last Sunday my husband had indulged me in a spur of the moment bit of pee play that ended with him fucking me so hard I slept for three hours afterwards. I had promised him a reward for his indulgence, and it was about to arrive.
Our 21-year-old neighbor Kaitee was enrolled in community college. She was also our go-to plant waterer, house sitter, mail checker, and fish feeder when we were out of town. She and I had become remarkably close over the years. Her parents had died nearly two decades ago, and she was being raised by her grandmother. She had come to rely on me as a sort of big sister for tips on fashion, dating, make up and things like that.
When she was 19, we had come home early from a weekend getaway and walked in on her masturbating in the living room. She was mortified and left so quickly she had forgotten her overnight bag in the guest room and without giving us a chance to pay her. I called her the next morning while Carter was at work and invited her over to collect her things and get paid. When she was due to arrive I had made a point to let her catch me swimming naked.
That was the needed icebreaker, and after I confessed what a huge part masturbation played in my life, we spent the rest of the afternoon talking about masturbation, sex, orgasms, and pleasure. She was rather inexperienced and had lots of questions, and before long we added another layer to our sisterly relationship. For Christmas that year I even gave her a vibrator, which was her first sex toy.
A few weeks ago, we had been swimming together and chatting, and she asked how I'd learned about sex. She was still technically a virgin, despite having had any number of sex toys inside her. She wanted to gain some experience but wasn't too sure that males her age would be the best bet to learn with.
I told her that after college my friend and I had shared an apartment, and she'd let me hide in her closet when she brought guys home, and I'd learned lots just by watching real people pleasure each other.
When I returned the favor and let her hide in my closet when I brought a date home I'd discovered a love of exhibitionism to go with my growing love of voyeurism, but those are tales for another time.
She was very curious about what I'd learned by watching, and I gave her some details. She assumed that our conversation was all 'in theory' until I asked her if she'd be interested in watching me suck my husband's cock.
Carter and I have an open relationship. We have swapped partners with a few other married couples we know, and we've had sexual encounters both together and separate with people we've gotten to know online. We both love watching others fuck, and we both get a thrill out of being watched.
The idea of letting Kaitee watch me tease, lick, suck, stroke, and tickle his cock until he could no longer contain his spurting release had made me instantly and thoroughly wet.
We'd talked about it nonstop since that afternoon and agreed that starting with her as a spectator would be a good first step. We acknowledged the possibility of wanting more once we were started, and I assured her that she could make up her own mind during the encounter whether she'd like to remain as an 'audience' or upgrade to 'participant'.
I also assured her that Carter not only enjoyed having someone watch, but that he would be especially thrilled to have her watching. It took a few weeks to line up our schedules, and after last Sunday I knew that letting Kaitee watch our sexual play would be the perfect sexual reward for him.
Once Kaitee and I knew that Saturday morning was clear for all three of us we had nothing to do but wait. After two rounds of vigorous sex Monday night, I had told Carter he was 'on hold' until the weekend, although I had relented to a quick handjob Tuesday night as we showered.
On the other hand, I'd been masturbating like crazy all week waiting for Saturday morning to arrive. And now I was standing in the kitchen wearing only my panties, aware of how wet with arousal I was.
When I spotted Kaitee coming around the corner of the house towards the back door I pulled it open and stepped back to let her in. She ducked in as if she was afraid someone would spot her and didn't notice that I was nearly naked until she was inside.
