Part A

‘Eww’.

‘What?’

‘I am not sure what’s sexy about this.’

Ian turned the screen to let Lily see. A blonde woman sat open mouthed and what appeared to be a stream of urine splashed across her face.

‘I hope he hasn’t been eating asparagus,’ Lily said.

‘Even if he hasn’t I’m not sure why,’ Ian replied.

They watched the remaining few minutes of the video. The pissing dwindled and the woman leaned forward to suck the cock, seemingly oblivious to the dampness of her hair, face, and shoulders.

When it finished Ian closed the screen and said, ‘I thought we did some weird shit.’ He reached for Millie’s thigh, sliding his hand across the soft cotton of her nightshirt, seeking her crotch.

‘I’m not sure you fingering me while we kiss counts as weird,’ Lily said, as she opened her thighs.

‘What about if we’re kissing and you’re stroking me?’ Ian asked.

Lily flicked her bedside light off, reached for Ian’s cock, and leaned towards him. ’Not even then,’ she said, and her lips sought his.

Ian’s alarm was first. It took him longer to come round. He silenced the trilling and slipped headphones on to listen to a podcast while gradually acclimatising to being awake.

As the podcast finished he eased up, preparing to slide out of bed and head for the ensuite. Before he was ready Lily sat up.

‘Let me nip in first.’ She darted to the bathroom and, although pushing the door behind her, failed to close it.

Ian sat and flicked through messages and email on his phone, trying to ignore the pressing need to pee. Finally it was too much.

‘Are you finished?’ he called.

‘Pretty much, come on in,’ Lily replied.

With the sex life they had they weren’t prudes, but shared bathroom usage was rare, and Lily normally slept longer. The sound of the shower running made Ian grin,  showering together was rare in the morning, but often fun. He concentrated on his need to pee first, not wanting an erection to make the process difficult.

Sure enough Lily was naked and in the shower, but the shower head was angled away from her and the open shower door. Lily knelt on the floor naked, her hair was tied back. She crooked a finger and motioned for Ian to come over.

‘Give me a moment,’ he said. ‘I really need to pee.’

‘I know. I want you to do it here, on me.’

Ian stopped and looked at her. 

‘C’mon, let’s try it. If I don’t like it I’ll get out the way.’

‘I’m not-‘

‘Fucking come over here and piss on me!’

He turned and stepped to the shower. Lily slid back a little and looked up at him.

‘Aim for my tit’s,’ she said.

As desperate as he’d been only moments before, it took time for the flow to start. He wasn’t sure if it was disinclination, or his internal plumbing trying to work out what it was meant to be doing.

‘Any time,’ Lily said.

The first spray went high, hitting her cheek and making her jerk out the way. Ian aimed lower and hit her right breast. ‘How’s that?’

‘Warm, wow it’s warm. You’re hot stuff, stud.’

He directed the flow across her breasts and then lower to her belly, aiming at the piercing which glinted as droplets splashed round it. 

‘Close your eyes,’ he said.

She licked her lips, and closed her eyes, screwing them tight. He aimed at her face, willing the flow to keep up.  It hit her nose and she gasped, which let some into her mouth, which made her sputter. She leaned back, and waved her arms up. Ian turned to the side, aiming the last of his morning pee to the drain.

‘Sorry,’ he said.

‘It’s okay. It doesn’t taste too bad. I reckon it’s your clean living. If you’re finished, come here.’ She reached for him, and leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth. 

‘Don’t you want to shower?’

Her tongue slid across his rapidly stiffening cock and she reached her hands to hold his ass.  She sucked, and started bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

Now fully erect, Ian leaned forward and braced his hands on the wall, providing support for knees which felt as if he’d done a twenty-mile bike ride. He groaned.

Lily dug her nails into his skin and sucked harder. His cock twitched, and filled her mouth with cum. She continued sucking, swallowing until there was nothing left to take.

Finally she leaned back, and ran a hand across her lips.

‘God, I need a shower,’ she said.

Part B

Sunday dawned bright. Lily looked at the clear sky and knew she should go for a run, or to the gym, but the crisp blueness of the sky outside pretty much guaranteed it would be icy. A look at her phone and it showed minus eight. She relaxed into her pillow and decided against moving.

Closing her eyes she thought of the previous morning, in the shower, and smiled. Dropping the phone she pulled her arms under the duvet, and rested one on her belly, the other on her thigh. The shock on Ian’s face when she demanded he piss on her spread a warmth through her. The stream across her breasts had been more erotic than she expected, a warm coruscation which tingled her skin, washed across her breasts like gentle rain and made her nipples ache with their stiffness.

Almost unbidden the hand on her belly drifted up the soft cotton of her sleep-T, and her fingers toyed with her nipple. As it responded the other hand reached down, sliding below the hem and between her thighs. Her mind drifted away from the specifics of the previous day, concentrating on the heat which suffused her in waves from groin to face, the  ripples which ran through her skin and muscles, contracted her stomach and clenched her buttocks.

When, finally, her hands stilled, and the sound of a roaring tide ebbed from her ears, she thought about the day ahead. Ian would be back at some point, and they would talk about yesterday. 

She’d already decided on doing it again, and turn about. Where, though? The play room was carpeted and not ideal despite all the toys it contained. The bathroom floor was hard and unyielding. The kitchen was off limits, she didn’t like to imagine the punishment that would be meted out for pissing in his precious kitchen. Maybe on the rug in the front room.

Idly she rubbed herself, imagining sitting astride his chest, fingers of one hand trailing on his lips while he played catch at them with his teeth, while her other hand held his cock and gently stroked it. Would he gasp when she let go and flooded his chest? She imagined his cock twitching in her hand, his fingers gripping her thighs and moving her down his torso until he held her over him, allowed her to finish, and then plunged her down on to him.

She slid her fingers in, wishing it was Ian already, considering reaching for the bedside draw to get a dildo, but not wanting to interrupt the now. An image came of him above her, his smile, his gasps as he neared the end and worked hard to not allow it too soon. She could smell him,  feel him, taste him. 

The orgasm was a wall and she crashed into it. It was often the way, the second time. The first time was a gentle release, the second an explosion. She lay gasping, flashes moved across her eyes and filled the blue sky outside with fireworks. Slowly her breathing eased, and soon she was asleep again.