"Pissing in the shower? Eww, gross..."
It wasn't like I had planned to have my bride watch my rich golden steam splashing on the marble tiles. She was the one who had entered the oversized en suite bathroom of our new home, apparently in search of some girly gimmick like eye lash curlers.
She bolted out of the room, but I couldn't follow. Not only was I wet, but my urine was still streaming, my bladder desperately needing relieving in a major way after waking up following a night of drinking. My wife's twenty-five year old sister Tammy had spent the two weeks of our honeymoon setting up our new home, so we had invited her to stay for dinner to celebrate the return from our honeymoon, and after the wine, she had decided to stay over, so we had just kept drinking until we just couldn't drink any more. All the booze had caused us to crash quickly, so the new mattress was still a virgin. That was okay though, because it was the only virgin in the house - the racy teasing about the honeymoon had confirmed that my new sister-in-law was not just hot, but was also a perpetually horny slut who boasted of no limits.
"I take it in every hole," she had bragged early in the evening. Another bottle of wine later, she treated us to graphic descriptions, mostly disguised as "did you try ...on your honeymoon?"
My bride had blushed, mostly because we had tried everything Tammy had described, plus a few extra kinks.
All the chatter had made me exceptionally horny, but not so much that I was about to rape my passed out wife our first night in the new home. As I showered, I had debated whether to rub one out or hope to catch her still in bed after I was fresh. Her intervention had spoiled those thoughts.
I was still pissing when she returned, this time leading Tammy by the arm.
"See, I'm not lying - the ass really is pissing in my brand new shower, where I stand to wash..."
"Be more fun if you knelt there to get anointed," Tammy giggled, "and then of course caught those pesky last drops directly on your tongue. That's one great looking cock, and I bet if you licked the piss off the slit, it would get even harder."
Only as Tammy spoke did I realize that my blood was surging into my shaft, my tumescence growing in my hand.
"Ohmigawd," my wife exclaimed, "you're as perverted as he is. Don't tell me that you drink piss."
"Watersports are fun, sweet sister," Tammy giggled, her eyes never leaving my cock. "I guess I finally found something you didn't try on your honeymoon."
"And I'm NEVER going to try..."
"Too bad, because I think he likes the idea..." Tammy nodded in the direction of my now rigid member, "or maybe I'm just still a bit drunk from last night."
"Well, if YOU like it so much, you get in there with him..."
Now it was my turn to be shocked. Tammy and I had flirted a bit while I dated her sister, but even drunk last night, the sex talk had never led me to consider actually having sex with her. Even if I wasn't a newlywed and very much in love, I would never have considered shopping so close to home.
Tammy on the other hand seemed to have no reservations. The words were barely out of her sister's mouth before Tammy stripped swiftly. My wife's jaw dropped in shock, but she neither moved nor spoke to stop her sister.
The stiffness of my meat had cut off my stream, but there was still a fat drop dangling off the tip of my cock as Tammy fell to her knees in front of me. I would have guessed that my bride would have screamed, or at least run from the room, yet there she stood, frozen, staring as her sister was about to play sexually with her husband.
Tammy brushed my hand away from my shaft and pumped me in her fist, her lips sucking on just the tip of my cock, her tongue drawing that piss into her mouth.
"More..." she sighed. "This feels so good."
