Kevin and Angies Wet Vacation Ch. 04

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“How how much longer until we stop?” I asked. “I have to pee.”…..

When I said it, I didn’t mean it as a sex thing, really had to go!

I blamed the level of urgency to empty my bladder on breaking that taboo about wetting myself.

When I did it at the lake, it had been hard, getting started. The combination of relief and that warm feeling of my own pee flooding my pants and running down my legs was a huge, turn on. I was starting to wonder if my body, after years of automatically holding it in, decided pissing my pants was what we did now.

The reasons for it, mattered little, I needed to pee so badly that if we were in the middle of a town I would have had Kevin pull over and not hesitated to “pop a squat” on Main Street and peed in the gutter while the townsfolk passed by.

Pulling over wasn’t an option. Of all the highways we could have been on, we had to be on the one with no shoulder and no where safe to jump out and relieve myself.

SCENIC POINT 2 MILES.

The Gods had smiled upon me. With my hand down my pants as a makeshift dam surely I could make it two miles before the Angie flood waters rose.

“You are going to stop for me,” I asked, nodding towards the sign. “Right?”

“Yes Dear.”

“Good,” was my response. “Doesn’t this thing go faster than this?”

Yes it did.

The plus side of Kevin trying to break the sound barrier before his wife wet herself was getting there quicker. The bad part, at triple digit speeds, every bump in the road was magnified and I swear I could actually feel the pee getting sloshed around in my bladder.

The scenic point was small and it must have had a great view, because it was crowded. In my desperation to get to a Port a Potty, I didn’t care.

I did start to care as I looked around and didn’t see one. But a twinge in my bladder brought me quickly back to not caring.

Kevin found a parking spot about ten feet from a grove of trees and bushes.

Perfect, I could make it ten feet.

I thought….

The Gods weren’t actually smiling, they were laughing.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed after taking two steps and my bladder gave up the fight.

In an instant, I was the gas station woman who inadvertently introduced Kevin and me to water sports.

On the up side, the relief of finally being able to go and that warm, wet sensation running down my legs and splashing on my bare feet was kind of a turn on. On the downside, I was a grown woman, standing in a parking lot wetting myself in front of a group of strangers.

It was embarrassing, but truth be told, it was kind of a turn on too.

Damage done, I didn’t bother making a dash for the trees; I just stood there and let it flow.

Once done with my impromptu bathroom break, I had Kevin pop the trunk and after rummaging through my suitcase for a minute, I found my trusty purple sundress.

Using the car as a shield, I dropped my pee soaked pants and rinsed off with one of the water bottles. I’m sure I was seen, but at that point it didn’t matter to me one bit.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I quickly whipped off my tank top and slid my dress over my head and got back into the car.

“Let’s get out of here,” I told Kevin as he got in the car.

“Did you do that on purpose?” he asked once we were back on the road.

“It was an accident,” I said as my fingers made their way to my wet pussy. “Does that make it better or worse?”

“Better,” he answered, rubbing the bulge in the front of his shorts.

“I think it was too,” I stated. “It really turned me on to do it in front of all those people. I am so fucking horny right now; I need to get myself off.”

With my feet up on the dash and dress up around my waist I put my fingers to work on my swollen clit.

I glanced to my left and saw Kevin had his cock out and was slowly stroking it.

“You didn’t do anything,” I told him. “So you don’t get to do that. Put it away.”

He gave me a pouty look.

“Don’t pout,” I teased. “If you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a foot job later.”

I wiggled my toes for emphasis.

“Now if you’d be so kind please let me get myself off in peace.”

With that promise, his mood lightened.

Running my fingers over my overheated clit, for the umpteenth time that day as we headed to the winery, I started thinking of another vacation we had…

“Too bad about you and Robert,” I told Itty as we sipped boat drinks by the pool.

“Don’t be,” she assured me. “The guy was getting too creepy.”

Itty…Her name was actually Susan had been my roommate all four years in college. We were both there on gymnastics scholarships, so it was nice having a teammate as a roomie.

The only annoying thing about rooming with her was she was four foot, ten inches tall. While it was nice rooming with someone that I at five feet even, towered over, we almost immediately received nicknames.

She got hung with “Itty” and yours truly was…you guessed it..”Bitty”.

It could have been worse, but we did hate being referred to as “Itty and Bitty” eventually marmaris escort we got used to it and even started calling each other by our nicknames.

“Don’t tell me,” I said. “He wanted to lay under a glass coffee table and watch you take a dump on it while he jacks off.”

“What the fuck!?” she laughed. “What is wrong with you? How do you even make something up like that?”

“It was just a guess,” I told her.

“You’re weird,” she stated. “He was a cross dresser.”

“That’s not so bad.”

“Normally it’s not a deal breaker,” she told me. “I’ve had a few guys that wanted to wear my panties when we had sex and I always thought that was kind of sexy. But Robert just got a little to Silence of the Lambs for me. He lost all interest in sex as Robert and could only get it up if he was Chantel. I just couldn’t get into it anymore.”

“Dug a hole in the basement?”

“No but it wouldn’t have surprised me,” she laughed. “I don’t miss him, but I do miss the sex. But that’s what this week is for.”

The wheels in my brain started turning.

“Have you ever thought about sex with Kevin?” I asked. “I know he’d love it.”

“No, he’s your husband,” she answered. “He’s talked about me with you?”

“Yes we don’t have secrets,” I told her. “This is embarrassing, but we’ve even role played that I was you.”

“What?” she said, choking on her drink. “You’re kidding me.”

“No I’m not,” I told her. “We were talking about hall passes, I asked him who his was and go figure your name came up. He admitted to having some seriously impure thoughts about you.”

“Well color me flattered,” she laughed.

“So for his birthday that year, I found a wig that matched your college hair, wore that an old college shirt, stuffed some socks in a bra and he got his fantasy.”

“How did it go?”

“Quickly,” I laughed. “At least the first two times, he lasted longer the next two.”

“You’ve done if four times?” she asked.

“More times than I want to admit,” I answered. “It was four times that night. My husband has the hots for you. So if we weren’t married, would you want to have sex with my husband?”

“Like you got divorced?”

I nodded.

“No, I would never have sex with my best friends ex husband.”

“What if we’d never been married?” I asked, she was starting to wear me out.

“No, because if you two had never been married,” she said. “I wouldn’t know him.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Yes I am,” she told me with a satisfied smile on her face. “But as long as no one got weird about it after, I would do your husband in a flat second. I mean a guy who can fuck four times in one night…Hell I’d crap on a coffee table for him.”

“What is wrong with you?” I had to ask.

As exhausting as Itty can be at times, she was totally worth it. We worked out a plan during out massages and spa time.

“So what did you guys do today?” Kevin asked from the couch when Itty and I got back to the hotel room.

“Bitty and I hung out by the pool,” Itty told him. “Then we went to the spa. Massages, sauna..the works.”

It was a working vacation for Kevin, as much as you could call taking clients golfing all day working. He’d obviously showered when he got back and was watching television in a tank top and pair of running shorts.

“We got pedi’s too,” I told him. “You want to see?”

“Sure,” he answered and started to get up.

“We’ll come to you,” I told him.

Itty grabbed two beers, one for her and one for Kevin while I poured myself a glass of wine.

She handed him his beer. She and I plopped down on either side of him, our backs against the armrests and our bare feet in his lap.

He ran his hands over my feet.

“Love the purple toes,” he told me. “Very soft.”

“Itty, went with pink,” I said. “Hers are soft too.”

“They look like it,” he said.

“You should feel,” Itty said, holding her foot up to him.

He looked to me for permission…Do I have my man trained or what?

“You heard the lady,” I told him. “She wants to show you how soft her feet are, so touch her foot.”

Itty did have very nice feet. They were a size 6 1/2, the same as mine, but her toes were thin and delicate looking as opposed to my ten chubby little piggy’s. Her nails were cut short, like mine and she’d gone with a neon pink polish for her pedicure.

“They are soft,” Kevin said as he held her foot, running his fingers over her soles and toes.

“It’s interesting that she’s soft,” I said, placing my left foot on his crotch. “Yet she made you so hard.”

He moaned as I gripped and released his hard cock with my toes.

“Bitty, I’ve never had anyone suck my toes,” Itty teased. “Do you think Kevin would mind kissing my feet?”

His cock jumped under my foot.

“I think he’d love that,” I smiled.

“Kiss my toes,” Itty told him, holding her foot up to his mouth.

He planted a kiss on the tip of her toe.

“That was a little underwhelming,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I was expecting marmaris escort bayan a little more effort…You being a foot guy and all.”

I guess that was all he needed to hear.

Holding her foot up, Kevin licked the underside of all five toes, sliding his tongue between each one, before going to the next. When he got to her pinky toe, he slowly slipped it into his mouth.

From experience, I knew he was swirling his tongue over it as he sucked on her cute little digit. After a little bit on her pinky toe, he went to the next, working his way to her big toe.

“Wow,” she exclaimed as he put a finishing kiss on the ball of her foot. “That felt good. I’m amazed.”

“I’m amazed you two are doing this for me,” Kevin said. “Thank you.”

“Well, I’m amazed you still have shorts on,” I told him, giving the head of his cock a toe squeeze.

Kevin was off the couch with his shorts off in a flash. He stood before us with his erection pointing towards the ceiling.

“That’s a very hard penis,” Itty said.

Kevin’s body shook as she reached out with her toes, pulled his cock down and let it thwack back up to his stomach.

“Very hard indeed,” she said. “I think he should lose the shirt too.”

“She’s right,” I agreed. “If that thing goes off, he’s going to stain it.”

During out massage and sauna, I clued Itty in on some of Kevin’s favorite kinks. C.F.N.M. was one of his top five.

“Before you sit down,” I said handing him my wine glass. “Be a dear and get us some refills.”

“Thanks,” Itty told me when Kevin was in the kitchen. “This is fun.”

“I’m glad you like.”

His cock had softened a bit but still had a nice bounce to it as he returned with our drinks. But he stiffened right back up when he down between us and we put our bare feet back in his lap.

“Honey, your nipples are so hard,” I said as I traced over and pinched it with my toes.

He moaned as I teased the right one and Itty teased the left.

“My toes are a little dry,” I announced.

Normally when I was getting my foot tease on, I would do one of two things, either have Kevin lick my toes to get them wet. He really likes that. Or I would bring my foot up to my mouth and lick my own toes. He really loves that.

Having Itty in the mix, brought on another possibility.

“Itty, would you do the honors?” I asked extending my foot towards her.

“Oh wow,” Kevin groaned as Itty pulled my foot to her mouth and licked my toes.

She was good. Granted I the only other person, up until then who’d done anything with my feet was Kevin, but Itty had a gift.

She made a show of it, licking, biting and sucking on each toe and kissing my soles.

“Did I do a good job?” she asked, giving me back my foot.

“Yes!” Kevin groaned.

“Bitty?” she asked. “My toes are a little dry too.”

The look of anticipation on Kevin’s face was priceless.

He and I share fantasies quite often. One of his biggest turn ons, the one that I will bring up when I want to see him cum quickly, is me licking another woman’s feet.

Taking her foot in my hands, I started by licking and kissing her soft soles. When I got to her toes, I put them all in my mouth at once trying to get them as wet as I could.

“Oh God!” Kevin groaned.

He watched as I licked and noisily slurped on each toe, working my lips on like a tiny cock.

Itty moaned each time I raked my teeth on the bottom of her toes.

“You’re making me wet,” she breathed as she ran the palms of her hands over her rock hard nipples.

“It’s making me wet too,” I took her toes out of my mouth and said.

Yes licking and sucking on toes for the first time was turning me on.

It wasn’t so much the act of licking her feet, it was watching how turned on she was getting, knowing how good it felt when Kevin licked my toes and of course seeing Kevin’s cock so hard it looked like it was going to explode had my pussy pretty soggy.

Kevin’s body actually jumped when I eased my right foot onto his cock.

“You need to calm him down a bit,” I told him. “We’re just getting started.”

He got off the couch, leaning over he gave me a kiss. When he straightened back up, his cock was at eye level, so I planted a quick kiss on the tip.

“You’re being rude to our guest,” I told him as he turned towards the bathroom. “Don’t you think Itty would like a kiss too?”

The two of them locked into a slow, wet long kiss. He seemed a little surprised when she kissed the tip of his cock too.

“Sorry,” she laughed. “I thought it was a thing.”

“You feel free to kiss my husband anywhere you want, my friend,” I told her.

“What’s he doing?” she asked me as Kevin closed the bathroom door.

“Cool off shower,” I told her. “We do it a lot on weekends. When he finally gets off, it’s pretty spectacular.”

“Thanks for this,” she told me. “It’s been ego feeding.”

“I should be thanking you. There’s a guy in there that thinks I’m the greatest wife in the world right now.”

“So what’s marmaris eskort the plan when he comes back?”

“I vote we tease him until he cums. That way he’ll last longer when you two fuck.”

“Works for me.”

“Looks like you tamed the hell out of him,” I told Kevin as he came back in the room.

The water must have been cold, his balls were pulled up tight and his penis had shrunk to a button.

“Sit down,” Itty said. “We’ll warm you up.”

He sat between us and we resumed our positions on either side of him. His legs were so cold that when I put my feet on them, it made my nipples hard.

I moved my toes to his balls, while Itty circled the head of his cock with her big toe. It started showing signs of life and she and I took turns teasing the shaft.

“You like my feet?” Itty asked Kevin as she stroked him.

“Yes I do,” he answered.

She had his cock gripped between her feet, stroking up and down, while I teased the head with my toes.

“Bitty told me you’ve had some dirty about me,” she teased. “She even told me you like it when she pretends to be me, so you can get off imagining you’re sticking this big hard cock in my wet little pussy.”

Kevin nodded his head and moaned.

I got off the couch, knelt down and started licking the head of Kevin’s cock, letting my lips move up and down his shaft in time with Itty’s toe stroking.

“When we were in college,” she continued talking as she slowly stroked him. “Guys were always asking and trying to get the two of us in a threesome. They would get so hard, thinking about seeing the two of us making out, touching each other’s boobs, me fingering Bitty’s pussy or Bitty going down on me eating me until I came all over her face.”

She wasn’t kidding. There was never a shortage of requests by guys and a couple of women to sex it up with the two of us. Or guys wanting to know what went on between us, behind closed doors.

Our answers to both of the questions were always and emphatic “No!” and an equally definitive “Nothing!”

But that whole “nothing” answer wasn’t completely true.

It all began on move in day.

Our dorm room was pretty basic. We had two beds, two desks, a sink and a counter for basic microwave cooking and a bathroom.

Parents gone and basics unpacked she and I decided to go over the rules list that our RA had given us. There were the rules of the dorm and a checklist of things for roommates to go over and set boundaries.

Simple stuff, like taking out the trash, keeping the room clean, study times, bed times etc.

Looking back, it was kind of funny. My mother packed two half gallon bottles or decent cheap wine for me. As she put it, she knew I’d be underage drinking and didn’t want me to “have to suck an upperclassman’s dick, to get him to buy me alcohol.”

So there we were two eighteen year olds, trying to be far more chic and sophisticated than we really were, sitting around sipping wine and sorting out living arrangements.

“What about guys?” she asked.

“I like them,” was my answer.

“So do I, but what about if I have a guy in here.”

“Planning on a lot of them or do you have someone in mind?”

“Not a lot,” she laughed. “But hopefully some, once I find the first one.”

“You’ve never…? I let the question hang.

“Nope,” she answered. “What about you?”

“A few,” I said, not yet willing to tell her that by then I’d slept with six guys and one woman. “So when you find that special someone, I’m cool with making myself scarce.”

“That works for me too,” she agreed. “No judgments.”

“What about being naked?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not what you would call a nudist, but there are sometimes, I just don’t feel it as far as clothes are concerned.”

“Well my family are nudists, so no I won’t have a problem with you running around all naked and shit.”

“So what all have you done?” I asked.

“Well we’re pretty much always naked at home,” she started. “Nude beaches and resorts too.”

“Cool,” I told her. “But I meant with guys.”

“I know, I was just fucking with you. Pretty normal stuff,” she told me. “Making out, hand stuff, playing with my boobs and I’ve done a couple of blowjobs. What about you?”

Yeah the competitive side of me started to rear its head a little.

I told her about my first time, sucking a guy off in the aisle of the library, the time a guy and I got caught by his mom while we were fucking on the living room couch and how, startled he pulled out of me and jizzed all over the cushions.

My sexual prowess established and feeling the effects of good/cheap wine, I went back to the questions.

“What are we going to do about masturbating?”

“I don’t know how you do it,” she laughed. “But I generally use my fingers.”

She was obviously feeling some effects from the wine too.

“I meant, do we have certain times? Do we go off to the bathroom? Wait until the other leaves? That sort of thing.”

“All of this stays between us, right?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I…um…do it at least twice a day,” she told me.

“Me too,” I confessed. “Before I get out of bed and when I go to sleep.”

“So no judgements?” she asked. “If you wake up and I’m getting myself off in the next bed?”

“No,” I answered. “That would be a little hypocritical. I’ll probably be doing the same thing.”

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