Prologue:
The following is a continuation of the previously posted âFulfilling Ritaâs Fantasyâ, which I recommend reading prior to. Or at a minimum, at least the last four or so paragraphs as an introduction to the following narrative. And once again, itâs lengthy story from yours truly. Sorry about that.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.
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I left Rita alone in the master bathroom to let everyone waiting in the bedroom know she finally had enough relative to her fantasy. I suggested they head to the kitchen for some light snacks I prepared and liquid refreshments while Rita took a shower. I would stay with her until she did, and afterwards we would rejoin them.
When I returned to the bathroom, Rita was already in the shower. I got a bath towel for her and placed it on the vanity before asking if there was anything else she needed.
âYes there is...you. Please join me for a quick shower too.â
I hesitated at first, but decided to join her. Not that I didnât want to. We often shower together when we get the chance and had some pretty hot times when we do. Itâs why I hesitated. I was afraid weâd get carried away with each other and now wasnât the time with our friends waiting for us.
As soon as I did the inevitable happened. An awful urge to pee the second the hot water hit me.
âDamn!â...is all I could say.
âWhatâs the matter Lacey?â
âDonât ask. Stupid me, I should have used the toilet first.â
Rita laughed...âThatâs it, you gotta pee. How funny. Donât tell me youâve never relieved yourself in the shower before.â
âI do quite often because of the effect the hot water has when it first hits me, but never with you as I usually make sure to use the toilet first. A vanity thing I guess because itâs you.â
âWell, thereâs always a first for everything. Especially between us. And if you donât mind, since you have to pee, feel free to do so on me. Iâd love for you to give me a âgolden showerâ as itâs called. Always wondered what one would be like and I canât think of a better person to try it with than you.â
âAre you serious?â
âVery much so. But you need to be standing on the bench. That way when you pee, youâll be able to on my body.â
The shower stall in the master bedroom is rectangular with a small bench built into the wall on the opposite end from the shower-head. Itâs main purpose is to use to shave your legs, but obviously we use it for other things. As for support when I bend over so Walter can do me from behind either vaginally or anally. Mostly the latter since nothing feels better than a soapy dick doing you in the ass. Or so I can sit on it while I suck his cock, after which he usually shoots his cumload all over me since I can then very conveniently wash it off.
âIâm going to ask you one more time if youâre serious since my bladder is starting to hurt.â
âYes, now stand on the bench.â
Which I quickly did with Ritaâs help. As soon as I was I arched out my pubic mound as much as I could while pulling my labia apart to expose my vaginal orifice.
âPerfect Lacey, the way you have your labia spread, I can clearly see your pee hole. Now feel free to pee on me.â
Which I immediately did since I was about to burst. And all over Rita as requested. A huge stream that I thought would never end since my bladder was about as full as it ever gets. It shot out the same as when I pee after the rare times I have a few beers instead of wine. But not on her face. While continuing to hold my labia apart I made sure to sway my hips from side to side to ensure I peed on both her lovely tits, and all over her chest, abdomen and pubic mound. I thoroughly soaked her with my pale golden liquid. And my stream was so strong it splashed all over my lower legs and feet.
Rita squealed repeatedly in delight as I did. So loud I thought someone might hear her.
Finally my bladder was empty. And thankfully, as I felt a whole lot better. Strangely, peeing on Rita affected me in a very sexual way. While Iâve peed on Walter before, but rarely, it affected me way differently doing it on Rita. And it seemed to affect her the same way too.
âWow Lacey. That was neat you peeing on me like you did...and kind of erotic. Different for us for sure. And I never gave much thought to how warm pee is. Nearly as hot as the water streaming down on my back. Thank you for indulging me in another of my kinky fantasies. Hopefully youâll let me return the favor.â
âIt was one of your strangest requests so far, and Iâll be sure to let you do it to me one time. I promise, but now isnât the time. Now please help me down so we can take a REAL shower, and quickly, so we can join up with everyone else. Who Iâm sure are beginning to wonder about us.â
After I was off the bench Rita wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately while making sure to rub up against me way more than normal. As much as I was enjoying it, I reminded her again about our friends waiting for us. We finally washed each other fast before drying each other even faster. We quickly applied some make-up, only lipstick and a bit of blush, then with our hair still wet, but combed, made our way to the kitchen.
When we arrived we found only Walter and Bill there, who were in the process of putting in the refrigerator what was left of the âfinger foodâ I prepared. When I asked where everyone else was, they informed me after eating they made their way to the living room with their drinks.
âBy the way, and I donât know about Bill, but I love the slicked back wet hair look on you two. Especially you Rita, since I donât see you that way often. And while Iâm not suggesting anything, I simply love when Lacey sucks my cock with her hair wet and combed back straight. Thereâs something about the way she looks as she does thatâs a huge turn-on for me.â
âThank you Walter, Iâm pleased you like how I look. And another part of you also seems to like it.â
Meaning his dick, which was slowly rising. When he attempted to look down at it he couldnât see it because of the large tray in his hands of what was left of the shrimp toast I made.
We all had a good laugh at his expense before Bill got Rita and I a glass of wine. Lambrusco of course.
After he did, I peeked into the living room, which you can clearly view from the kitchen past the open dining room, to see what the other couples were doing. It appeared they got tired waiting for us as they were split into couples other than with their respective spouses, or significant other in Loisâs case, and were all engaged in some form of sex.
I asked Walter how long theyâd been in the living room.
âNot terribly long. Why do you ask?â