Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.
Second Honeymoon
(Bisexual, Urination, TV)
by Amber Fountaine
With her hand to shield the sun, Gretchen sat up so she could see a yacht and two smaller sail boats make their way across the opening to the secluded cove where she lay soaking up the Caribbean sunshine. This was their third day in paradise and she could tell her bikini line from the swimsuit she wore at home was just about gone. There was something so incredibly sexy and free spirited about a nude beach and she wondered if any of the people on those boats were watching the beach with binoculars. She knew someone that would.
She turned to look at her husband Harlan and smiled, knowing that if he were out there in one of those boats, he'd damn sure have some binoculars scanning the twenty or thirty people scattered around the cove. As it was, he was laying on the blanket on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, and drooling over almost every naked body that walked by. He really needed to roll over and get some sun on his front side too, but that would mean exposing his erection, which she was sure was the reason he stayed on his belly.
"I'm going to wade out in the water to pee," she told him, being a tease, "Want to come with me?" She knew that mentioning pee in any way would bring him to life from a complete stupor.
He grinned at her lewdly. "I'd drink a quart of your pee just to see the hole it came out of," Harlan replied, his speech slightly slurred. He'd finished a six-pack of beer by himself and you could tell it in his voice.
"There you go with that pee stuff again," she told him, as she stood to walk off and tried not to smile. It was exactly the reaction she was looking for. But she acted put out by his remark. "Every time you have a few drinks you start talking about my pee. One of these days I'll really make you do it and then maybe you'll shut up about it."
"Yeah, fat chance," he shot back at her as she turned away. "One of these days you'll try it and maybe like it so much that you'll never shut up about it." He was almost daring her to do it. But he doubted she'd heard him since she was already walking away and the roar of the surf had probably drowned him out.
She'd heard alright, and had smiled to herself. Pee play was one of the things she needed for him to talk about while they were here. Her husband had a few surprises coming and she'd thought of another one about the time the urge to pee had hit her.
There were three men - she guessed they were probably Harlan's age or close to it - playing with a beach ball near the edge of the water and about fifty feet or so to her right. Harlan had been watching them intently for the last hour and she had been watching Harlan. There was no doubt the men were gay. As she walked toward the water, Gretchen acted like she was watching the boats in the distance and not paying much attention to her direction and stopped just short of running into one of the three men.
Pretending to be startled, she said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." Then she acted as if she'd suddenly realized they were the same men she might have noticed earlier and told them, "You must be the guys Harlan has been watching so much. You see that guy back there on the blue and white towel? I think he'd like to play with y'all."
If she had any doubts about their sexual preferences, they were erased when the three men ignored her gorgeous naked body to study the possibilities of a man on a towel a hundred feet away. As she continued on out into the water, she heard one of the men dispatch one of the others to bring Harlan a cold beer and offer him a chance to join whatever game they were playing. In a way, she was almost jealous of Harlan. The guy she'd talked to was handsome and hung!
She'd intended to wade out waist deep but there was a young couple almost exactly where she'd need to go to get into the water that deep. Nor did she want to interrupt them. It was obvious what she was doing with her hands underwater. So she stopped about twenty feet short of them in thigh high water and turned to watch Harlan and the man that had been sent to speak to him. She was amazed to see Harlan sit up to talk to the man and wondered if Harlan had somehow lost the hard-on he'd had almost continuously since the day they'd arrived and the tour guide at the hotel had given them directions to this beach.
Or could it be that he was showing it off to a man that appreciated a stiff piece of meat?
This was a second honeymoon for Gretchen and Harlan and was to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary, as well as Harlan's thirtieth birthday next week. She'd convinced her husband to take two weeks vacation and they were spending the first week at this island resort. Harlan had balked at taking a second week just to celebrate his birthday but she'd quickly changed his mind. She'd been wearing one of the skimpy nighties she knew he liked and had rubbed herself against him, telling him that by the time they got back from their second honeymoon, they'd need another week to rest up. Then she'd held his cock and let his dirty mind do the rest of the convincing.
As she watched Harlan and the gay man continue to talk, she let her bladder go and was surprised, as much noise as the surf made, that she could hear her piss make a hissing noise as she let if out and a gurgling noise as it splashed into the clear blue water. She wasn't sure if the couple behind her saw or heard it, but she heard the woman say, "Oh my God! Look at that woman pee!"
Maybe another pee freak, she thought without turning. It was only within the last few months that she'd come to discover her husband wasn't quite the lonesome deviant that she'd thought. She intended to let him know that soon enough.
Vanessa was like the big sister that Gretchen had always wanted when she'd been growing up. Within a week of Vanessa joining the firm, the two women were having lunch together every day and a drink or two after work two or three times a week. Yet in spite of their mutual attraction to each other, it had taken Vanessa a full month before she could get Gretchen to her home and in her bed.
They'd touched on their sex lives over their very first lunch. By the middle of the following week, sex was almost all they talked about. That's when, after Gretchen's remark about wishing Harlan wasn't always so distant and in such a rush, Vanessa had told her that in her experience, all men were like that and only a woman could provide the kind of sex Gretchen was seeking. Vanessa hadn't exactly volunteered her services, but had tacitly left that open for thought. It had worked. For two weeks or more, it was all that Gretchen thought about, even when she was making love to Harlan. Now she was the one that became distant, but of course Harlan hadn't noticed.
At the start of the fourth week Gretchen let Vanessa know that she might be interested in some all female sex and told her about the two times in her teens when she'd come very close. Two days later, they put plans in motion that allowed Gretchen to spend an entire evening and most of the next morning at Vanessa's condo. From then on, Vanessa couldn't get enough of the older, more experienced woman.
As their affair progressed, Vanessa, the companies new head of the IT department, began to pay more attention to some of the things Gretchen said about her husband. Vanessa had been married twice and had first hand knowledge of the signs of a philandering husband. But Gretchen doubted that was the case.
"He may be weird, but I don't think he'd cheat on me," Gretchen said in his defense.
"Weird how?" Vanessa wanted to know.
Since they'd been intimate in every other way, Gretchen told her the most confidential secrets of her marriage. How sometimes when they made love, her husband liked to jack off using her lingerie - sometimes even wearing it. How he was constantly after her to pee for him and let him taste it. How several times in the past she'd seen him pee in his pants while mowing the back yard, thinking no one was watching him. That was always followed by one of his masturbation sessions. He hadn't done that recently, but then maybe she just hadn't been in the right place at the right time to catch him.
The she told Vanessa how sometimes some of her lingerie would disappear when he went out of town, returning when he did, clean but stretched out of shape. And how the last time she'd turned the mattress on their bed instead of asking him to do it, she'd discovered that one side of the mattress had huge stains, as though someone had been wetting the bed.
"He's a closet sissy," Vanessa pronounced. "But that might be a good thing. Tell him it's okay, buy him a maid's uniform, and make him clean house for you."
"NO Way!" Gretchen said, defending her husband. But even as she said it, she began to think it was probably true. There were too many indications that Vanessa was right. Then she told her about how Harlan almost always went down on her after they'd had sex, not at all ashamed to eat his own cum.
"That doesn't surprise me at all. You said he spends a lot of time at home on the computer and seldom watches television with you. What does he look at on the computer?"
Gretchen though about that and told her, "Well, he buys a few things like books and stuff from ebay, but mostly he plays solitaire. I think he's addicted."
Vanessa looked at Gretchen and broke into a smile. "Let me guess. I'll bet he comes to bed horny as hell after he's been on the computer at night. AND he has his desk set up so that he's facing the door."
"Yeah, he does. So what? Is that important?"
"Why do you think I had Mr. Davies make everyone arrange their office so that their computer monitor could be seen from the doorway?"
"I didn't know you were behind that. Everyone said it was because Mr. Davies was worried about people in the office using their company computer to look at porn. I . . . . . you think Harlan is looking at porn?"
"Yes sweetie I do. Some of the people at work were doing it and I think your husband is too. And I'll bet it's not straight porn either. I'll bet it's some kind of sissy gay-boy porn. He probably wishes you had a cock for him to suck. But he gets so hot he'll settle for some of that sweet snatch of yours."
When Gretchen had continued to defend Harlan, Vanessa told her, "Get me on his computer for a few minutes and I'll prove it to you."
It was more than two weeks later before Harlan had taken another business trip and Vanessa could open the files in his home computer.
"Look at this," Vanessa said, showing Gretchen screens that meant nothing to Gretchen, even after Vanessa explained them. "See all these files that you use for the house and your financial stuff is all over here where you can get to it. But look at the size of these files that are password protected. Has he ever given you a password to use?"
"No. It always opens automatically for me like it's always done."
"He must have hundreds of pictures and wave files in there to be using that much storage space. I'm sure I could get into it if I worked at it for a bit, but there's another way he probably screws up and doesn't think about." Sure enough, the 'trashcan' was filled with things that had been looked at and deleted and like most people, Harlan didn't have his trashcan pass word protected. The very first picture Vanessa opened was a fuzzy, grainy shot of a man in lingerie on his knees sucking the cock of another man. "There you go. That's what he's been looking at and he got rid of this one because the quality was poor. This looks like an old Polaroid that someone scanned into their computer. Now do you believe me?"
Gretchen believed her. In fact Gretchen had believed her even before they went into Harlan's computer. She just didn't want to admit it. Because now that there was proof, she had to decide what she'd do about it. She asked Vanessa for advice.
"Well, if you're a much bigger hypocrite than I think you are, you can accuse him of being queer and having a gay lover."
Considering the lesbian love affair the two had been having for the last few months, they both had to laugh at that suggestion. Gretchen might be a lot of things, but hypocrite wasn't one of them. Still that was different in her mind. Like she had a good reason to make love to another woman, but his needing to have sex with a man was unjustified.
"How committed are you to staying married?" Vanessa asked.
Gretchen thought long and hard on that one, just as she had since the first afternoon that she and Vanessa had climbed in bed together. There was only one thing that would make her completely happy. She turned and looked Vanessa in the eye and told her, "I don't want to loose either of you."
"Good," Vanessa told her. "I've never wanted to put you in a situation where you felt like you had to choose between us. All I want to do is make you happy and God knows your wicked little tongue makes me happy. So if you want to keep us both, than you're going to have to find a way to get all this out in the open to where you can both enjoy it."
Even as they'd been talking, Vanessa had continued to open deleted pictures from Harlan's computer. None of the pictures were very good and obviously deleted because they were of poor quality. But the subject matter was consistent. Not only was Harlan into piss play, he appeared to also have an interest in she-males, hard cocks, and even diapers! A few shots of both men and women wearing what appeared to be very wet diapers had surprised both women more than anything else they'd found.
Then as Vanessa was commenting on Harlan's sissy side, she came across a picture of one woman peeing in the mouth of another. She slid away from the desk slightly and pulled Gretchen into her lap.
Turning her to look at the picture on the monitor, Vanessa asked, "Think you'd like to try that with me?"
Gretchen wasn't sure if she was teasing or serious. She told Vanessa, flushed and smiling, "Pervert. You're as bad as my husband."
Vanessa began to run her hands over Gretchen's body, working her hands under Gretchen's blouse to unhook her bra and telling her softly, "Sometimes being bad is good - damn good! I'll bet your pee tastes just as sweet as the rest of you."
A short time later, Gretchen had her first pee play experience and concluded that Vanessa was right again. Sometimes bad could be very, very good!
When Vanessa saw the man talking to Harlan turn and go to rejoin his friends, she waded in out of the surf and walked back to their towel. As she passed by the man that had been talking to her husband, she saw he had an erection any man would be proud of and she couldn't help but stare at it and then smile at the man. She wondered how Harlan had reacted to seeing a stiff dick up that close. She knew from reading his emails to other men that he always said he was interested in trying his first bi experience, that he'd played with a neighbor's cock as a boy, but hadn't had the nerve to suck it. She had no way of knowing if that was true or if he had a lot of experience and had been denying it. She remembered what Vanessa had told her about that.
"Watch him suck a cock. If he holds it and looks at it like a child would look at a chocolate Easter bunny - like he can't wait to taste it, but doesn't know where to start - then you're probably watching him suck his first cock. On the other hand, if he dives in and deep throats the guy, he's a first class cocksucker and a lying sack of shit."
Vanessa had a real way with words and for some reason, those had stuck with her constantly and always made her smile.
As Gretchen approached their blanket, she saw that Harlan had pushed his hard-on down between his legs and then squeezed his thighs together to hold it there. He thought he was hiding it yet she could easily see half his stiff shaft sticking out from between his thighs. He was hiding it from himself, but the rest of the world had a perfect view. Then when he lowered his legs, keeping his prick trapped between them, it made it look like he had a pussy. "Nice," she told him. "Shave your legs and grow some tits and we could change your name from Harlan to Harlot."
"What are you talking about?" he said, embarrassed to be talking about a fantasy that was supposed to be a deep secret.
"You silly. If you don't stop trying to hide your hard-on like that, you'll have everyone thinking you're pretending to be a girl. That white bikini of mine will fit you if you want to wear it. You'd really make a gorgeous girl if you ever wanted to try it."
She could see he wanted to answer but couldn't make up his mind how. In some of his emails he'd admitted to wearing her clothes, especially her panties, and had told his email buddies that he'd love to dress as a girl and suck a cock. She could tell he wanted to say something, like he was trying to decide if it was safe to ask her to let him attempt it. She decided to let him fret over that a while longer and to find out how honest he'd be about the guy he'd talked to.
"So who was your friend you were talking to while I was taking a piss? I see you talked him out of another beer. Good thing the hotel runs a shuttle over here. You'd go off the side of the mountain if you tried to drive one of those little rent cars."
Harlan seemed relieved not to have to comment on her remarks about him cross-dressing. "His name was Dave and he wants me to join him and his friends to play volleyball. They're setting up a net now and need one more player."
"Looked to me like that Dave guy got awfully horny talking to you. You better find out what they're playing for before you get in the game." Then she teased, "If I were you, I wouldn't lean over to pick up anything."
Harlan had never thought about that angle. Doing his best to keep his back to Gretchen, he got up and headed over to join Dave and the two other men. He'd come so very close to telling her about his fantasies and hated himself for being such a coward. He knew better than she did that her white bikini fit him. She'd bought it the previous summer and had worn it twice that he knew of. On the other hand, he'd taken it with him on several out of town trips and had once worn it a couple of times on the beach on the gulf coast. Another time, during a three-day stay in Atlanta, he'd worn it to the hotel's indoor pool late at night and had been caught by the hotel security man. The man had hinted he'd like a blowjob, but like usual, Harlan had chickened out.
His cock had softened during the short walk to join the three men, but it came back to life in a hurry when Dave introduced him to Hank and Chuck. Remembering his wife's advice to learn what the stakes might be in their volleyball game, Harlan asked and was told by Hank, who seemed to be the leader of the group, "Winners get blowjobs from the losers."
Harlan didn't know if they were serious or not since they seemed to be joking about it. Just the same, he told them, "Uh, I'm here with my wife."
They all looked at him and Chuck asked, "Who do you think it was that told us to invite you over to play?"
Harlan was speechless and turned to look in Gretchen's direction. He'd seen her talk to one of the men for a minute but had never suspected that she'd instigated Dave's visit and invitation. She'd been the one to spot the guys and the way they were slapping each other on their naked asses and often standing hip to hip with their arms around each other's shoulders. When she'd mentioned she thought they might be gay, Harlan had begun to watch them too. Suddenly he was worried that he'd given away his interest. He had no way of knowing that his secret hadn't been a secret for weeks.
Over the next week, from the day that Vanessa had found the incrementing photos on Harlan's computer, the number one thing on Gretchen's mind was how to approach Harlan in a way that could bring everything out in the open without destroying their marriage. The next time Vanessa got into his computer, she went straight to breaking through his password protection, copying his files in their entirety, and then opening them on her computer at her place. What they found was way over the top compared to the things they'd seen previously in the 'trash can'.
Harlan had two yahoo accounts and one hotmail account and they were all in sissy, girly names. One was for a 'pantypissnprincess' and it seemed to be the one that Harlan used the most. Then they found another one for a 'diapered_daily' and it was full of letters to and from other men and women that wore diapers for fun. And the photos they found just about knocked their eyes out. It was no wonder Harlan had trashed the photos they'd seen before. The ones that he kept were so hot the two ladies had taken a sex break after just a few minutes of looking at them.
There'd been a photo of a man in wet panties, licking the cock of another man in wet panties, through the wet panties the man was wearing. Gretchen had turned to Vanessa and said, "I'd love to see Harlan do that."
"Then that's how we need to get this out in the open," Vanessa replied. "It's pretty damn obvious to me that Harlan wants to do it and if you want to see him do it, then that's what we ought to make happen."
Then they'd begun to discuss the ways they might use to make it happen and what all might go on at such an event and how the girls could get involved too and before they could come to any conclusions, they were naked in Vanessa's bed making mad passionate love. Later, their physical needs temporarily sated, they were able to devote their mental energy to the problem. That afternoon, after Vanessa created a new hotmail account, Harlan received his first email from, 'misspissypussy', saying that she'd seen a letter from him in one of his groups and asking if he'd be interested in meeting a woman his age and her boyfriend for some hot wet bi sex. She stated that she and her lover were both very oral, loved pee play of any kind, and enjoyed sharing that in three-somes and four-somes and hoped some day to find a group of up to a dozen that shared their interests.
Gretchen knew Harlan was due home around 6:30 and decided to wait at Vanessa's house until a little after that, just in case Harlan responded right away. By the digital clock on Vanessa's desk, the reply came in at 6:28, telling 'misspissypussy' that the guy known to them as 'pantypissnprincess' would love to meet them and as soon as possible.
His reply came so quickly and with such wild enthusiasm that it caused Gretchen to have some doubts. But she knew Vanessa was right. Eventually her husband was going to find someone to play with and she had two choices, join in or be left out.
So 'misspissypussy' suggested to 'pantypissnprincess' that she had a female friend that might like to join them too and having an extra male would be nice, if he could come up with one, and preferably it should be another sissy like 'pantypissnprincess'.
Within minutes Harlan had replied that he'd do his best to find another sissy in the area to join them. Smiling smugly, Gretchen went home to greet her husband. There was still a lot of planning to do, but she was confident, more confident than she'd been in a long time, that 'pantypissnprincess' was going to have his fantasies come true, but under her supervision and direction.
The shuttle bus from the hotel ran once an hour, on the hour. A glance at her watch confirmed that it was time for Gretchen to pack up their things and go or they'd have to wait another hour and by then they'd look like lobsters. They'd be here for two more days and she didn't want to have to hide in their room because they were as stupid as a lot of tourists and gotten themselves severely sunburned. She dumped what was left of the ice and water out of the empty cooler and waved at Harlan, pointing at her wrist like she was wearing a watch when he waved back.
"Gotta go guys," he told his new friends. "But we should be back in the morning."
Chuck told him, "You're quitting and you and Hank are two points down. So I guess that means you guys forfeit and owe Dave and me blowjobs."
Harlan stammered for a minute, knowing Gretchen was watching him and waiting. "We can't very well pay up right here and now," he told them as he tried to think of some way out. It wasn't that he minded paying up on the bet - he'd been playing across the net from Dave most of the game and the reason they were down two points was because he'd been watching Dave's dick more than he'd been watching the ball. Looking at pictures of cock got him hot. Looking at the real thing had him boiling over. He'd been at least half hard since the game started.
"We're staying at the same hotel," Chuck suggested. "Why don't you try to slip away for a while and come to our room - B22."
"Yeah, okay," Harlan told them.
As he walked off, Dave hollered, loud enough for half the beach to hear, "Tonight in our room or tomorrow out here in front of everyone."
Gretchen heard what Dave had yelled and could just about imagine what it meant. But she didn't say anything to Harlan, asking instead as she handed him his shorts, "Have fun?"
"Yeah, I did. Haven't played volleyball since I was in high school."
"Looks like it was an exciting game," she told him, looking at his half hard cock so that he was sure to understand what she meant. Before he could respond in any way, she picked up everything she intended to carry and began walking to where the shuttle would pick them up.
Harlan watched her for a moment and then picked up the rest of their gear and followed. He caught up quickly and was about to ask her any number of questions on his mind at the moment and then thought better of it. His biggest concern was why she'd gotten Dave to come ask him to play with him and the other guys. He wondered if there could be any way she might suspect his secret desire about having sex with another man. Unless he'd started talking in his sleep, he didn't see how. He really did want to talk to her and had almost worked up the nerve when the shuttle pulled over the rise. He decided that some way, he'd have to bring it up later. As it turned out, he didn't have to. She did it for him.
After showering and changing clothes, they ate a late lunch in the hotel restaurant and then returned to their room for a long afternoon sex. It was the kind of sex that Gretchen really enjoyed. Not that Harlan didn't. He enjoyed it every bit as much as she did and wished they had the time to spend together like this when they were home. It just never seemed to happen. They were both climbing the proverbial ladder of success in their respective fields.
When she was sure Harlan was totally relaxed and not expecting it, she asked him, "So what time is your date?"
"What date?" he asked, puzzled.
"I heard the guys at the beach say you were supposed to come to their room tonight."
"Oh, yeah. Uh, they asked me to come by for a couple of drinks. It's not really a date or anything. I told them I might. I wasn't sure what you wanted to do tonight."
"You were quite the stud this afternoon. I don't know if I'll have the energy to do anything after that." Then with his ego inflated and again off guard, she snuggled up close and whispered, "It sounded more to me like you lost a bet or something. I warned you about that. What do you have to do to pay off?"
Harlan stammered and stuttered and tried to make it sound like it was a joke. "Oh they were just bull-shitting about the losers having to give the winners a blow job. Sometimes guys joke around about things like that. No big deal."
"Straight guys maybe. But those guys are gay I'm sure. They're used to giving each other a blowjob and they'll expect you to do it. I mean, you're right, it's no big deal. I know you're not queer and if you have to suck his cock to pay off the bet, then I guess you'd better do it. You don't want to get a reputation for being a whelcher." She was trying to be casual about it, but almost had to bite her lip when she saw the look on Harlan's face. He was completely speechless and couldn't believe that she'd just told him, in a round about way, that she had no objection to his going to visit the guys from the beach and sucking a cock or two.
She knew that this was taking their plan a bit further than what she and Vanessa had put together. According to what she and Vanessa had in mind, during this trip, Gretchen was supposed to get Harlan horny, give in to having a pee party with him, and maybe get him to wet his pants or something and then admit he liked it. The first step had been finding a resort that advertised nearby clothing optional beaches. That would take care of the 'horny' part she was sure and make it easy to segue into a pee party somehow. Then, with that bridge crossed, she should have an easy time getting him to admit that he might be interested in trying a few other kinky perversions. Seeing the gay trio on the beach had given her the idea that if she could get Harlan to actually do something with a man, especially in front of her, it would make what she and Vanessa had in store for him for next week even easier.
"I, uh, I'm pretty certain I can get out of it," he told her when he got his voice back.
"Aw heck," she teased, almost pouting. "I was hoping I could come along and watch."
"You . . . it wouldn't . . . I . . . that I . . . you'd really . . . like to see me do that?"
"Sure! Why not? I mean it's not like you intend to divorce me and leave me here to go move in with them. If anything, I'm a little jealous. I think the one with the curly brown hair is a hunk. If he wasn't into guys, I'd suck his cock. But I'm sure he'd rather have you do it. He was on the other team. Is he the one you have to suck off or do you have to do both of them?"
Harlan was totally thunderstruck. Back home, in their five years of marriage, he'd heard her use the expression, "suck a cock" maybe twice in that whole time. When they fucked, it was called, "having sex," and oral sex was referred to as, "use your mouth." This was not the Gretchen he knew. It was almost as if Gretchen had a wild and crazy twin sister that she'd never mentioned and he'd never met and now the two were playing a joke on him.
"I can't believe you'd really do that - or want me to do that. I . ."
She laughed then, interrupting him, not able to hold it back any more. "You want to do it or you want me to do it?"
"I didn't say I wanted either of us to do it. I . . ."
"You keep saying 'I' and then stop. What are you trying to tell me? Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"No. I . . ."
"You did it again. Have you ever thought about it? I think any man that enjoys having it done to him has to wonder what it's like to have one in his mouth. And it's not like you've never tasted cum. You always lick me after we have sex. What's the big deal about that? Why is it so different to lick up cum after we fuck but not taste a guys cum when he shoots off in your mouth? I'll tell you what I think. I think you guys make way too big a deal about it. Now tell me the truth. Have you ever wanted to try it to see what it's like?"
Harlan took a deep breath to try to calm himself and told her, "Yes."
"See how easy that was. Would it surprise you to know that I used to wonder what it would be like to have sex with another girl?"
"Wow! You did?"
"I keep telling you, just like you said, it's no big deal. I told you before we got married that I'd lost my virginity in high school when I was a senior. But I sucked a boy for the first time when I was fifteen and I was sixteen the first time a boy went down on me. So I knew what a boy's prick tasted like and when the boy was licking me, I wondered what a girl's pussy would taste like."
He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "So did you find out?"
She grinned lewdly again and told him, "Of course. I'm not a big fraidy-cat like someone I know."
He continued to stare at her in amazement, more stunned than ever. A few minutes ago she'd shocked him by suggesting she was okay with his going to the guys room to suck a cock. Now she was all but daring him to do it, making it seem like a challenge. He still couldn't believe it and had to ask one more time.
"And you want to watch me do it? It's not going to bother you at all to see me doing something queer with another man?"
"You said it's queer. I didn't. Do you think I'm a lesbian just because I've had sex with a woman? Did you get the impression that the woman you've made love to for the last two hours is queer? If you give some guy a blowjob tonight, does that mean we can't ever have sex again?"
He wanted to answer all those questions but couldn't remember the order they'd come in. His mind was way too messed up, at least at the moment, to try remembering anything. His wife, the woman he thought he knew so well, was telling him she'd had sex with another woman. Better yet, she was telling him she didn't care if he had sex with another man.
He came up with a better idea. He pulled her to him and kissed her as passionately as he ever had in their five years of marriage.
She responded in kind and reached down to hold him, feeling him grow in her hand. When they broke the kiss, she whispered, "I take it you're going to do it for me?"
"Yeah," he told her, barely breathing. "Yeah I will."
"Good. And to show you how much I love you and as a reward, I'm not going to go pee until we get back and then I'm going to pee all over you - however you want it. Maybe it's time we did try some new things and this is the perfect place. But first I have to watch and you have to swallow all his cum. Is it a deal?"
Instead of an answer, he began to kiss her again and rolled on top of her, fully ready to mount her again. He'd cum three times in the last two hours and was more than ready to do it again.
"Save some for the guys," she told him. "Your cock is every bit as nice as any of theirs and I'd be real surprised if one of them doesn't want to give it a try." Then she rolled out from underneath him and quickly got up before he tried to overpower her. "Why don't you call them and see if they mind me watching and if they're up for some company right now. If they get to thinking that you're not really interested, they may decide to start without you."
Within seconds, Harlan was on the phone talking to the switchboard operator, asking her to connect him to room B22.
After she tried it a few times with Vanessa's supervision, it was easy for Gretchen to get around Harlan's password. then they discovered he used the same password, 'upee4me' on just about everything, including his email accounts. Over half the people he wrote to lived out of state, but the ones that lived closer had all gotten an email asking if they'd be interested in joining him for a pee party with a bi couple that wanted him to bring along an extra male. He'd attached the photo Vanessa had sent him without ever questioning its source or authenticity.
That had been a stroke of pure genius. When 'pantypissnprincess' had asked 'misspissypussy' if she was really a female and if she had a photo, Vanessa had used one of the pictures from Harlan's own computer collection. It showed a man pissing into a woman's pubic hair. She'd cropped it so the faces didn't show, tinted it so the color was a little off, and sent it to him, telling him that it was of her and her husband at play. He'd turned around and forwarded the picture within minutes, obviously not suspecting a thing. He'd gotten several positive responses, including a couple from guys that wanted to know if they could show up in their wet diapers.
That gave the ladies something else to think about. Diapers had been mentioned several times and one of several groups Harlan belonged to under the name 'diapered_daily' was for guys that wanted to be diapered and dressed as girls and treated like sissies. There were also numerous pictures in Harlan's collection of men, women and couples in diapers and most of those diapers looked to be very wet. That seemed to go along with some of the emails about fun places to wet yourself and how to make or pad diapers so that they would hold lots of pee. It fit with how Gretchen used to see Harlan pee in his pants in the back yard when he cut the grass. Maybe diapers were something he was anxious to try, but hadn't worked up the nerve so far. And it was obvious from his other email ID that he loved to pee in his panties - more likely in Gretchen's panties unless he had some of his own hidden somewhere. And that had given them another idea.
"Is there anywhere around the house that he might be able to hide stuff like panties and diapers?" Vanessa asked.
Gretchen had already been thinking the same thing. "There's a row of storage closets in the garage and he has a lock on the one where he keeps his tools and the mower and stuff. I can't think of anywhere else. The rest of them are filled with winter clothes and Christmas decorations - things like that."
"Your roof is tall enough that you should have an attic. Ever store anything up there?"
"Not yet. Harlan had talked about putting some boards down so we can, and there's one of those pull-down ladders, but so far we haven't collected enough junk to make it necessary."
"What about his car? Have you ever looked in the trunk?"
"His car doesn't have a trunk. He drives a small SUV."
"Then you need to find the key to the storeroom he keeps locked. If he's hiding anything, that's where it'll be."
She couldn't find a key in any of the places he should have left one. But with the weekend just a day away, she bided her time and as usual for a Saturday morning, Harlan decided to cut the grass. She waited until he'd finished the front and edged it and had started on the back before going out to the garage. Harlan had closed the closet door and put the lock through the latch, put hadn't locked it. She scanned the closet, looking for something obvious and that failed. She'd hoped to find a box or suitcase or something that looked out of place, but all she found were several toolboxes and chests of different sizes and all the larger yard tools. She was about to close it back up, when she noticed a small piece of white plastic sticking out of one of the large tool boxes.
Probably just a trash bag, she thought. It did look like the same plastic as the trash can liners that she used in the kitchen. Still, she hadn't seen anything else suspicious so she decided to look further. She had to move a heavy toolbox off the top and then when she tried to lift the lid, it wouldn't clear without sliding the big box out first. To her surprise, the biggest toolbox appeared to weigh the least.
The reason for that was apparent as soon as she lifted the lid. Instead of the heavy metal tools that filled the other toolboxes, this one was filled with plastic diapers and women's lingerie! She didn't want to disturb anything to where it would be noticeable. She had one ear tuned to the sound of the lawn mower moving back and forth across the yard, right behind the wall, as she carefully lifted the things on top to see deeper into the box.
In addition to the diapers, there were some pads that looked like her sanitary pads only three times the size. There were at least one or two nighties and a couple of bras and some bra pads like her old junior high falsies too. There were plastic pants for wearing over diapers and some extra large ruffled panties that could be worn over that. As she thought back, she realized she'd been part of his scheme.
They didn't have kids, but still bought each other something for mother's and father's day and he'd specifically told her he wanted this large, lightweight box for when he was working out of town. The only time she'd seen him load it in his car was when he was going to be gone for a day or two. She found herself being more upset that he'd used her to help hide his fetishes than she was about his perversions.
That was all she needed to see and quickly returned everything to its original place, closing and latching the closet just as she heard the sound of the lawn mower engine die off. She knew he always washed off the lawn mower before putting it away and if he'd wet his pants while mowing, would splash water on himself to make his pants pissing look like an accident with the hose.
So moving quickly, she stepped into the back yard to ask if he wanted a beer or some tea. She wasn't really concerned about his possible thirst, she wanted to see if his shorts were wet BEFORE he turned on the hose. They weren't, but when she returned with a cold can of beer, she noticed his baggy shorts fit much better than usual. Almost as if he had a diaper under there! No wonder she hadn't seen him wet his shorts in a while.
For the next thirty minutes, she sat inside trying to remember everything they'd done that day since they'd gotten out of bed. She recalled he'd gone to the bathroom first and had brushed his teeth, but hadn't been in there as long as usual. He'd been sitting on the bed in his pajamas when she went to the bathroom and by the time she'd gotten out, he was in the kitchen starting their breakfast. Knowing what she knew now, she was sure he'd skipped his morning pee and during the fifteen minutes or so that it took her to do what she thought of as her 'get out of bed ritual' in the bathroom, he'd grabbed his shorts and t-shirt and gone out to the garage to diaper himself. As she thought back, it seemed that the last time he'd 'accidentally' wet his shorts had been last fall, about the time he'd put the lawnmower up for the winter. He hadn't had one of those 'accidents' since he'd started cutting the grass this spring, which had made her think he'd quit. And maybe it was just her imagination, but it seemed like the first mention of diapers in his hidden emails was just before Christmas. She decided that this definitely called for more probing on the subject in the hidden files of his computer and another skull session with Vanessa.
The plan that came about as a result of that skull session was taking a new but very possibly pleasant turn. Harlan was blushing like a new bride when he hung up and told her, "They said it's okay if you watch."
In Harlan's mind, he was very much like a new bride. Where men were concerned, he was about to lose his virginity. Sex with another man had been at the core of his fantasies since his teens, when he'd had the chance and had chickened out. Those fantasies of sucking a cock had recurred constantly over the next few years and he'd been sure, when he'd married Gretchen, that with a wife in his bed beside him, they'd go away. They hadn't. Many times when he'd pulled her panties down to nibble on her clit, he'd been wishing he'd found a sissy's 'clitty' - just like the sissy boys had in the pictures hidden in his computer at home. His piss fantasies were just as bad.
At the airport where they'd changed planes on the way down, he'd gone to the men's room to use the urinal and another man had taken the one next to him. The man hadn't been at all shy about displaying his huge cock and Harlan had openly admired it. Then when the man had dashed off without flushing or washing his hands, Harlan had looked at the small bowl of deep yellow pee in the bottom of the urinal next to him and had dipped his fingers in it, bringing them to his mouth so he could taste another man's pee. He was hard instantly. He did it twice more while he jacked his cock and shot a load of cum right there in the Miami airport men's room, not caring about any of the men moving around him that might guess what he was doing.
What concerned him most at the moment, was what he perceived as a total change in his wife. Although as he thought about it, he could see it had been a gradual change over the last few months. It had culminated in her promise to him that she'd let her hair down if he took her to a cozy resort in the Caribbean on their second honeymoon. So far she'd certainly done that; beginning with her insistence that they go to the nude beach as soon as they got in.
He looked at her while his mind raced and the smile on her face looked like the grin on his dentist's business card. She was looking at him like she could read every brain wave in his mind and as he thought about it, it seemed like he'd seen that look a lot lately. When he'd come back from the men's room at the Miami airport, she'd given him that same look and had asked, "Have fun?" It was almost as if she'd been looking over his shoulder. He got the same feeling when he had one of his secret masturbation sessions and it didn't matter if he did it sitting at his computer when she wasn't home or if he did it in a hotel room out of town. He got the feeling that she was hiding in the room somewhere and watching him. As he got more into his fetishes, he assumed the feeling was from a growing sense of guilt he felt because he was hiding it from her.
Then too, there were the remarks she made and those too were almost like she was able to read his mind. The reason he'd had to run to the men's room at the airport was that there had been only one toilet available on the plane to Miami. Security rules prohibited a line from forming and every time someone came out, it was a mad rush to be next. Gretchen had remarked, "If they're only going to have one bathroom on the plane, they should offer passengers diapers to wear." He'd almost choked on his in-flight snack as he'd been wishing there was some way he could have worn a diaper.
And a month ago, when they'd been at the video shop to pick up some movies for a rainy weekend, she'd insisted they include, "Tootsie," telling him that she thought men in women's clothes were sexy. She'd repeated that a couple of more times while they were watching it, and again earlier on the beach when she'd talked about him wearing her white bikini. It was almost as if she was purposely giving him the chance to confess his interest. He'd come close both times but had decided at the last moment that it was coincidence and like so many of the stories he'd read on the internet, his wife would never really understand if confronted with his secret desires. She was about to prove him wrong.
"So they're going to make you their girl?" she asked. "And I get to watch?"
"Yeah," he told her, blushing harder as he realized that by answering as he had, he'd said yes to both questions.
"I have to have pictures of this," she told him. "I'll be sure not to get any of their faces so I don't think they'll mind. But if this is really your first time with a man, we have to have something to remember it by."
Harlan hadn't resisted at all when she'd insisted they buy a digital camera before they left on their trip. He had plans of his own for that camera when they got back. He wanted pictures of the party he was supposed to go to next week where he had planned to orally service a couple he'd met on the net and they'd okayed his bringing a camera. That was to have been his first time with a man and he'd planned to take pictures of that first cock cumming in his mouth. Now it was as if she was reading his mind again, insisting she bring the camera to record the event.
"I'm sure they won't mind if you don't show their faces," he told her, happy that it had been her idea and he hadn't had to suggest it. "But be sure to ask first."
She nodded in agreement and then asked, "I've never done anything like this. I wonder how you're supposed to dress?"
"Me either," he told her. "But I'd guess the idea is to get undressed. I mean we've been on the beach with them all morning, naked as hell, so it's not like we should be shy about that."
"True," she agreed. "But don't you think that sometimes naked isn't all that sexy? Think about it. A painting of a nude woman is art. But if you took that same painting and added stockings, heels, and something super-sexy like a bustier, it would look more like porno. I'd think sexy lingerie would be more appropriate than being naked."
Suddenly it occurred to Harlan that Gretchen wanted to do more than watch. "Are you planning to wear something sexy and join in?"
"Oh no," she told him, as if the idea hadn't crossed her mind, which was a complete lie. "I mean I might wear something sexy, but I wasn't planning to join in. No, I was thinking about you. If you plan to be their girl, I think I should put some sexy lingerie on you. Remember when we watched 'Tootsie' I told you how cute I think you'd look as a girl? Well I'll bet they will too."
Harlan almost swallowed his tongue. Not two seconds before she'd said that, he'd been wishing he could dress in lingerie for the occasion. That was part of the plan for the party the following week. He was supposed to dress up like a sissy, maybe even in diapers, for his first cock sucking experience. He'd been thinking that it was a shame he couldn't do that in front of Gretchen, but the fact that she wanted to watch was so awesome that it was more than an even trade. Now, as if reading his mind again, she was suggesting exactly what he had wanted. He was about to ask for more details about what she considered her idea, but it wasn't necessary.
Jumping up from the bed, obviously excited about what they were about to do, she told him, "We don't want to make you look too much like a girl. If they wanted a girl to join them they would have asked me instead of you. I'm thinking maybe just panties and stockings and a touch of makeup. Not quite a hooker look - just enough to make you look like a sissy guy and not a real girl."
When she finished speaking, she waited for a response from Harlan but he was too stunned to speak. His cock said it all. It looked as if their afternoon of sex had never happened. It was stiff and almost twitching, a bead of precum glistening at the slit. "I've got an idea that should really turn them on - and you damn sure need a cold shower."
They'd showered together many times, but never quite so intimately. She started by giving him a golden one, like he'd been wanting for so long. But she made it short, sort of giving him a taste of what he could expect if he followed through as promised. Then she had him help her shave her legs. She'd discovered with Vanessa's help just how erotic that could be. He was surprised, but happy and excited, when she told him to go ahead and shave off her pubic hair. He was even happier and more excited when she said, "Now you."
An hour later, they were ready. They were both hairless from the eye's down and Harlan had never felt sexier. He thought Gretchen's hairless mound was by far the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and had to be forced away from it several times. A few times Gretchen had used the cold water left in the ice bucket to splash on Harlan's crotch to calm him down so they could get dressed - not that they wore all that much. She wore dark stockings and picked a skin toned pair for Harlan so they wouldn't be as noticeable on the walk to the men's hotel room. She wore a lacy pair of bikini panties and had to put Harlan in the only pair of briefs she'd brought. Nothing else would come close to fitting over his erection. Then she'd lightly done his eyes and added an almost unnoticeable pink lip-gloss.
When they were ready to go, they called the front desk to ask directions to B-22 and found out the reason it was numbered different from their room was because it was one of the bungalows set off to one side of the hotel. Harlan was very nervous about walking completely across the hotel, through the lobby, past the restaurant and out to where the trails began to the bungalows. In his mind, he'd envisioned a short trip down the hall and the possibility of having to share an elevator. As a cover for the sexy lingerie, they were wearing the white robes the hotel provided all the guests to wear over their swim attire, but in the bright light of the late afternoon, Harlan was sure everyone would notice his stockings and makeup.
If they did, they were too busy going about their own bawdy and lascivious plans to pay any attention to what Gretchen and Harlan were up to. A few minutes later they were knocking on the door to B-22 and Harlan's life would change forever.
Another follow-up story should be added as soon as time permits. As always, comments are appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com