Honesty

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, and/or diapers, cross-dressing or other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but base on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.

Honesty - The Best Policy? (Bisexual/Urination)

by Amber Fountaine

I'm one of those guys - lucky guys in my estimation - that marry their high school sweetheart. And while many guys would ridicule me for it, Kayla is the only woman I've ever known - in the biblical sense I mean.

We started dating our junior year of high school, attended our local junior college for two years, and then car pooled together to the university to get our degrees. We married as soon as we both had jobs. But neither of us were virgins on our wedding night. We'd waited all through high school. We'd waited for two years of junior college. But when we began driving back and forth past all those motels every day on our way to the university, we couldn't wait any longer.

And it's not like we didn't have sex during that time. Kayla could give me a hand job that was nearly as good as any I could give myself. And from the time we began dating, many afternoons when we were supposed to be hitting the books, Kayla was sitting on my face, grinding out orgasm after orgasm. And let me tell you, when it came to sucking a dick, once we crossed that line, Kayla was in a class by herself. The only thing we didn't do was fuck.

But along the way, we picked up a bad habit. Because we had to be so secretive, since we both had siblings in the house, we got in the habit of getting each other off as quick as possible and that carried over into our marriage. It didn't make sense, since we had every night and all weekend to enjoy each other, to continue to rush through sex, but old habits are hard to break.

When we finally realized how foolish we were being, we began to explore foreplay with a new attitude and discovered that after play was a helluva lot of fun too. And that led to us finally being truly intimate, sharing our thoughts and fantasies.

It began simply enough with Kayla asking me one night while we basked in the afterglow of good sex, "Toby, is there anything we don't do that you'd like to do?"

"Not really," I answered as my mind raced. We'd been married a couple of years at the time and once we'd started fucking, I don't think there was a position to try or room that we hadn't tried it in. And a room wasn't always necessary. Once we'd fucked standing up in a closet at a Christmas party at a friend's house.

"The girls at work talk about sex all the time and they're always telling stories about the things their husbands or boyfriends or former boyfriends have asked them to do. Don't you have any fantasies?"

Of course I had fantasies. I believe every living breathing male has fantasies. I think they start with the first curly pubic hair and multiply just as rapidly as those hairs do. But I also believed at the time, that they were things that Kayla didn't want to hear about. I couldn't imagine her going along with something like peeing on me - and that was one of the milder fantasies.

I guess it was the second or third time she asked me a similar question that I admitted that I liked sexy lingerie.

"I LOVE sexy lingerie," she told me, almost jumping up and down on the bed. "But I was afraid you might think I looked like a tramp or something."

"Well I wouldn't want you to wear it for anyone else," I told her. "But as far as I'm concerned, the sluttier you look, the more I'll like it." She was almost wide-eyed at that remark so I added, "And I promise to respect you in the morning."

Within a month Kayla had assembled a lingerie collection that looked like she'd bought out the entire Vicky S. catalog. And I complimented her on it every time she wore it. That led to her next request.

We'd just woken up at our usual time, having forgotten the night before to turn off the alarm for the weekend. That happened every so often and always led to intimate conversation, sex, and breakfast in bed. "Would you do something for me now?" she asked that morning, right after I'd told her how nice she looked in her sexy lingerie.

"You want me to wear it?" I quipped. I'd said it without a moment's thought, trying to be funny and began to blush as soon as I realized what I'd said.

She looked at me funny for a moment, and then with a goofy smile told me, "Sure, you'd look cute!" But she was just pulling my leg and quickly came up with what she had really had on her mind, something entirely different. "No," she began, stalling and stammering. "I . . I want to hold you while you pee."

Neither of us had made our morning trip to empty our bladders. "You mean hold my cock while I pee?"

She nodded and asked, "Is that too perverted?"

I had to laugh at that. "No," I told her, trying not to piss her off for laughing at her. "I don't think it's perverted at all." But I could tell that the way I was suppressing my giggling was making her mad anyway. So without thinking again, I blurted out, trying to ease her conscious and cover my ass, "Guys do that all the time. You can hold mine if I can hold yours." I'm not sure which of those stupid remarks astonished her more.

She gave me a wide-eyed, excited look for a moment or two and then addressed them in the order I'd given them. "You mean when you go use the men's room, that guys hold each other's pricks while they pee?"

"Of course not!" I told her, hoping she didn't notice how red I was turning. "Shit. That would be a good way to get your teeth knocked out. I meant let a girl hold it for them."

She almost looked disappointed, and then she got that impish, mischievous grin. "So you've never held another guy's prick while he pees? Or let a guy hold yours?"

There are some guys that can tell a lie like it's the God's honest truth. I'm not one of them. And especially where Kayla is concerned. And I damn sure wasn't ready to tell her the whole story about me and Kenny Porter. So I tried a diversion. "Why would you want to hold my prick while I pee?"

In response, she stared at me for a moment or two and I thought sure she was going to challenge me to answer her question first. But as red as I'd turned since she'd asked it, had been enough of an answer to satisfy her for the time being. "One of the girls at work was talking about doing things like that with her boyfriends. And it always makes me a little excited when I'm in the bathroom and you walk in and pee. I know you like it too."

She studied my face for a reaction and when she didn't get an answer, she went on. "Remember the time I had to pee next to the car on the way to church camp?"

You damn right I remembered! We'd just graduated from high school and were on our way to spend a month of the summer working as counselors at our church's summer camp for younger kids. We'd been in the middle of nowhere when Kayla had announced the need to pee - and now! She'd pulled her shorts down, left her panties on, squatted next to the car and let go. I'd gotten so turned on watching Kayla pee in her panties that I'd pulled my cock out and started stroking it right in front of her. And that had made her so hot she'd sucked my cock for the first time when we got back in the car, swallowing every drop like the natural she is. And she'd enjoyed it as much as I had. Almost every night we were at camp, we'd find a way to meet to do it again. Actually, it was after one of those awesome, late night blowjobs that I'd proposed marriage for the first time. But we had to wait another five years before that happened.

"Sure I remember," I told her grinning. "That was the summer I proposed to you."

She smiled back at me, remembering what had prompted that first proposal. But she let that go and continued, "Ever since we've been married, you try to catch me peeing. You always make it look like you didn't know I was taking a piss, but it happens so much that I know it's no accident. Even talking about it makes you hard."

I might have denied that, if she hadn't wrapped her fingers around the evidence.

"I'm right aren't I?"

Of course she was right. Not that I could have denied it with my cock drooling. In keeping with our recent efforts of openness and honesty, I told her so. I also decided to tell her the part that she'd played in something that had happened years in the past; something I'd wanted to confess for years.

"Remember Kenny Porter?" I began. "He's the guy I ran around with when we first started dating."

"Kind of lanky with big lips?"

She would mention those big lips, but I kept my mind on the part I wanted to tell her about. "That's him. Remember after we began dating you told me how you and some of your friends had discovered that some boys had made a hole in the wall of the girl's bathroom and had been peeking at y'all when you went in to use the toilet?"

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Even after more than 10 years. "Yeah, that was you?"

"Not exactly. Kenny's older brother Todd and a friend of Todd's were the ones that made that hole. Todd told Kenny and Kenny told me. We used to sneak in the band room closet next to the girl's room and watch y'all pee."

Now Kayla was really blushing and I knew why. She and her friend Raylynn had done a lot more than just empty their bladders. I'd never had the nerve to tell Kayla about that and she'd never volunteered the information or mentioned anything about sex with another girl. I'd always written it off as the same kind of teenage fooling around that Kenny and I did. I'd just been surprised that girls would do that too.

But Kayla wasn't certain I'd caught them doing anything more than taking a piss. To be sure, she asked, "So you saw us peeing and that's why it turned you on?"

I guess I could have let it go at that, but somehow I knew the way things were going that she'd eventually get my whole story out of me, and if she knew that I knew that she hadn't been as straight as she'd pretended, then maybe when I confessed, I wouldn't look so bad.

"Not exactly," I told her. "That was pretty good for our young eyes. What really turned us on was when you and your friend would take turns sitting in each other's laps to go pee."

She knew if I'd seen that, then I'd also seen the two of them finger each other and lick each other's slits after they'd peed. She was blushing brightly, but composed enough to ask, "So all this time you've been thinking about me sitting on your lap to pee? Or do you want to pee between my legs?"

"Both," I told her. "And I want to lick your pussy when you're done like Raylynn did." Even as I said it, my ears were ringing and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest.

She was silent for a moment, taking in all this new information. I guess she was trying to decide if she should be pissed that I'd been one of the peepers, or pissed that I'd kept it a secret all these years. But then she had to smile as she saw the humor in it. "Would that have anything to do with why you began pestering me and Raylynn to go out with you?"

That was true and I had to smile too. "I suppose it might," I conceded, acting like I was the one that had been caught. I really had been attracted to both girls before I'd ever witnessed their bathroom antics. But another big reason had been that I'd made a bet with Kenny.

She kept grinning at me and then jumped up out of bed, dragging me by the hand and pulling me with her. "I wish you'd been more honest and told me about that years ago. Think of all the fun we've been missing."

Kayla continued to take charge when we reached the bathroom. Flipping up the toilet seat cover, she told me, "You sit down, but don't pee yet." When she had me in position, she straddled my legs and pushed my cock down so that it was underneath her. I thought she intended to stick it in her, but that wasn't her plan. "I'm gonna pee on your prick first, and then we'll get in the tub."

I had a moment to think about her instructions as we moved into the positions she's requested. It wasn't like Kayla to think this out anywhere near this quick. That meant she'd been thinking about how we could do this for some time. I had my mouth open to ask, when her flow of hot piss began hitting my cock. I was surprised I didn't shoot off a load of cum immediately. When her stream of warm pee suddenly slowed to a trickle and then stopped, I asked, "Are you done?"

"For now," she told me, getting to her feet. "I want to save some."

I was leaning forward, attempting to get my tongue in her slit, the same way I watched her and Raylynn do each other. It was something I'd wanted to do myself for so many years, but she pulled me with her into the tub. Then she knelt before me and pointing my cock at her chest, said, "Pee on my tits."

My cock had been as stiff as an old piece of garden hose before she peed on it. Now it was like a steel pipe. It hurt just to have her pushing my erection down toward her breasts. But I relaxed as best I could, and like so many mornings when I'd awoken with a piss hard, I gradually got a surge of pee going in her direction and once the plumbing switched over to 'pee' mode, my cock deflated slightly and the stream held steady. Then as my flow subsided, she began to rub the side of my cock on the cheeks of her face, licking her pee off of it and then took the last few squirts of my piss directly in her mouth. When I'd completely finished and started to stiffen in her mouth, she pulled off and smiled up at me. "Mmm, that was good. But really strong."

THAT BLEW MY MIND! Not the 'Mmm' part, telling me it was good - the part about it tasting strong. The way I took it, she was comparing the flavor of my pee to . .whose? Her own? Someone else's? Could she remember what Raylynn's pee had tasted like? Even if it was just her own that she'd been sampling in secret, how many times had she done it that she could tell what was weak and what was strong?

While I pondered over that, she stood, my pee dripping from her everywhere and stepped out of the tub. Then she answered part of those questions when she told me, "Mine tastes strong first thing in the morning too. Ready to try it?"

Oh hell yes I was ready. Kayla had been sitting on my face since the night she agreed to go steady. But for a long time, she always kept her panties on. No telling how many of her panties got thrown out while we were in high school because the crotch had been chewed out of them. Her excuse for not taking them off was that she couldn't trust herself or me. We had this silly rule that we couldn't both have our genitals naked at the same time. Then after she began sucking my cock, she decided that if she made me cum first, I'd be less likely to try to fuck her, if her pussy was bare and I still had my cock out. During those years that we limited our sex to oral, there'd been many, many times when I'd fantasized about Kayla peeing in her panties, my mouth, or both while I ate her. Nor had those fantasies diminished any during the two years we'd been married.

"Please!" I almost begged. "I've wanted to taste your pee since . . forever."

"Since you saw me with Raylynn?" she teased as she settled over my face on the bathmat next to the tub.

I didn't bother to answer. My mouth had much more important things to do. As I began to lick that slit I loved so much, I missed a lot of what she was saying. But one thing I didn't miss was her remark, "Oh shit that's good, I think I'll make you my new best girlfriend."

That remark conjured up more fantasies from the past - and present - but before I could dwell on them, she began to pee again and I put all my efforts into licking and swallowing at the same time. She was still dribbling pee when she moved back and impaled herself on my rampant, throbbing cock. Any chance of a leisurely weekend fuck had disappeared the moment we started in on the pee play. Kayla's orgasm hit her almost immediately that I was inside her and that was good, because I was already shooting cum when it happened.

And my surprises weren't over yet. It was almost as if she'd hypnotized me, got me to tell her all my secret fantasies, made a checklist, and was working her way down the list. As soon as she came down from her orgasm, she moved back to her original position and plastered her wet, cum filled pussy on my face.

Several times, beginning with our honeymoon, I'd tried to go down on Kayla after we'd had sex and each time she'd stopped me, usually telling me she needed to clean herself first. I couldn't argue with her without revealing how much I loved the taste of cum and I certainly wasn't going to admit that! But this time she didn't care. I suppose she figured after I'd licked her pussy while she peed, it was a little late to worry about if she was clean or not. So I ate pussy like I'd never eaten pussy before, licking her entire slit and driving my tongue as deep into her as possible, searching for every drop of my spent sperm. Not surprisingly, she began to orgasm again, this time as massive as any I'd ever seen her have. Before she was done, the back of my head had a knot on it, my face looked like I'd been bruised in a fight, and she'd ripped loose one end of the shower curtain, grabbing it for balance.

"That was the most awesome sex we've ever had," she told me as we cuddled in bed after showering and eating breakfast. "I hope I didn't hurt you." As she said it, she softly ran a fingertip over my puffy, swollen lips.

"It's okay," I told her. "It was worth it."

"When Erin told me about doing things like that, I just knew I had to try it."

I wasn't certain if she meant the pee play or letting me lick her pussy when it was full of cum. But I let it go and asked, "Erin is your friend from work?"

"Right. You met her when the bank sponsored the raffle ticket cage for the Gala."

I remembered her all right. Four of the ladies from the bank, plus their husbands or boyfriends had worked together at a Chamber of Commerce function. She was the quiet little redhead that dressed so primly and looked like she could be the cover girl for "Christian Woman" magazine. If you lined up ten women and she was one of them and you had to pick the one you thought was the biggest prude, Erin would be the choice of most men. But she had an ample, freckled cleavage that seemed out of place and promised delight to the man that fought his way in. My face must have shown the disbelief that Erin would enjoy any of the things that we'd just done.

"You wouldn't believe some of the things we girls talk about when we go out for drinks."

"Will you be telling them about this morning at your next hen party?"

"I might," she teased. "If you keep calling it a 'hen' party."

"Yeah, you're right. It sounds like it should be called a gathering of half-drunk horny bitches." That got me a shot in the ribs.

"We only get a third drunk and we're not bitches." Then she giggled and added, "Just horny."

"Well if this is the results," I offered, "Then the next round of drinks is on me!"

"You mean you want to dress as a woman and join us?" she asked hopefully.

With the sun shining brightly through both bedroom windows, there was no way she could help but notice I'd turned as red as Erin's hair. "That is NOT what I meant," I told her. "I was joking and meant that if a morning like this is the result of y'all getting a third drunk, then I want to buy another round to see what happens when y'all get half drunk."

She gave me that same look I'd gotten earlier at daybreak, when I'd dodged the question about holding another guy's prick, before she answered. "You know, I think maybe I need to get you half drunk. Then maybe you'd be honest with me. I think you're holding out."

"About what?" I countered, trying to act innocent. "I've never lied to you."

"I don't think you've lied to me. But I don't think you've told me everything either. I think little Toby has some deep dark secrets he doesn't want his mommy to know."

"There's lot's of things I wouldn't want my mom or dad to know, but I've been honest with you."

"Like peeking at us in the girl's room?" she asked in an accusing voice.

I shot back at her in the same voice. "Like fooling around with Raylynn?"

For a moment we stared at each other in a standoff. Then we both began to laugh. But in another moment, Kayla got semi serious and asked, "Did you really enjoy what we did today?"

With all the enthusiasm I could muster, I told her, "Sure!"

"How long have you wanted to do something like that and never said a word?"

She had me there. "Since I saw you and Raylynn."

"That's exactly what I thought. So if you'd been honest about it, we could have been doing things like we did this morning for years."

In a way, her logic made good sense. But I also knew she might not have been as receptive to the idea until more recently. "Possibly," I conceded. "But if I'd asked you to pee on me five years ago, would you have done it?"

"Possibly."

"How long have you wanted to do what we did this morning?" I wanted to know.

She didn't hesitate to answer. "Since the first day of church camp when you asked me to give you the panties that I'd peed in."

Somehow I'd forgotten about that. That was the third or fourth pair of her panties that I'd asked for. My excuse had been that I used her panties to masturbate when I was missing her terribly. That must have rung a romantic bell in her mind and she'd always given me the panties. The reason she'd refused me the pissed in panties was because she promised I wouldn't have any need to masturbate. She intended to keep sucking my cock any time I wanted it in the future. So I couldn't see any connection between her pissed in panties, which she hadn't let me have, and her wanting to enjoy pee play now.

"How did those panties have anything to do with it?" I asked.

"I peed in those panties several times like I did with Raylynn. But I always thought about you wearing them and peeing in them when I did it. Remember when I asked you exactly how you used my panties and you kept changing the subject and wouldn't answer me?"

I could remember that too. I'd sweated bullets that day, thinking she'd drag out the whole story. I remembered so well that I could tell you the time of day and the weather outside. But I told her casually, "Yeah, I think so."

"When you wouldn't tell me, I quit asking you and asked your sister if she knew or could find out."

Then she smiled as she watched me cringe and blush, enjoying my quandary, before asking me, "Would you like to change your story now about telling me the truth - all of it?"

It was time in my life to bite the bullet and stop sweating bullets; either she'd be pissed about me deceiving her all these years or not.

"Back in high school," I began, choosing to start with what I hoped would be the biggest hurdle. "When I was trying to get you or Raylynn to go out with me, I thought you were both really neat girls, and I'm sure I would have asked you out anyway, but part of it was to win a bet with Kenny."

"Why did you bet with Kenny and what did you bet?"

"Kenny and I had been fooling around with each other, jacking off together and sometimes . . . . jacking each other. Then when we saw you and Raylynn peeing together, we decided to try that too. Kenny said what you were doing was lesbian and if we did it, but didn't use our mouths on each other, we wouldn't be queer."

I paused to see if she had any question or comment but she just nodded so I went on.

"So, yeah, what you asked me about earlier, holding another guys prick while he peed? We did that. And yes, we used to take turns wearing panties and wetting them."

"So you bet him you could talk one of us out of a pair of panties so you could piss in them? And that's why you started dating me."

I'd been afraid she'd think something like that and was nearly in tears when I tried to explain. "No, that wasn't it at all. I'd been telling Kenny I was going to ask you out since the start of the semester. Then when we saw you and Raylynn fooling with each other, Kenny bet me y'all were lesbians. But you were always real nice to me in class and I'd heard you were dating a senior on the football team, so I didn't think you were lesbian. But I didn't want to get my ass kicked either. So that's why I asked Raylynn before I asked you. When I asked her, she just turned me down. And when I asked you, you said you'd go out with me, but not while you were dating someone else. So that's why I kept asking and finally you said you weren't dating that guy any more and we went out."

"So you won the bet. Toby Carson, 'The Winner'!" she joked, lifting my arm like a prizefighter.

I nodded; steeling myself for the question I knew was coming.

"Exactly what was the bet?"

I took a deep breath. Maybe I'd known at the start of this conversation that this part would come out. I wanted to be honest and told her, "I bet y'all weren't lesbian and Kenny bet that you were. The looser had to give the other guy a blowjob."

"So your buddy Kenny blew you." She said it like it was no big thing. Then she had another thought. "Did you ever do him?" She was really smiling and enjoying this.

"No," I told her.

"Did you want to?"

"Yeah, I did." I admitted with embarrassment and reluctance. "He seemed to like doing it a lot and I wanted to try it. But every time we got together and I got ready to try it, Kenny would suck me off first and then I didn't want to do it."

"But you did use my panties to pee in?"

"Not yours at first. We wanted to try that when we saw y'all do it. And that was before I ever asked you out. Kenny stole some of his mom's and I'd take a pair of my sister's. We'd pretend to be you and Raylynn. We'd pee in the panties and then play with each other's pricks until we'd cum. It was probably a year later before you gave me a pair of panties and I could use yours."

"That's pretty much what your sister told me. She said she caught you and Kenny wearing panties and peeing in them and she thought you two might have been doing some kind of sex together, but she wasn't sure."

I could remember that incident too, just as clear as day and gave Kayla the details. It was right after I began dating Kayla and Kenny had conceded the bet, giving me my first blowjob. Once that line was crossed, we continued. Kenny and I were at my house and I thought no one would be home for an hour or two. Kenny and I had gone out in the garage because it had a concrete floor that could be mopped up easily. We'd both peed in our panties and Kenny had blown me and I was rubbing his cock through his wet panties when my sister Betty walked out to go to the washing machine and scared the shit out of us. She knew the panties I had on were hers and I had to kiss her ass for months to keep her from telling my mom.

When I finished she told me, "I kept thinking that someday I'd tease you about it but then I thought it might be more fun knowing you did that and you not knowing I did it too."

"That's kinda what I thought too," I told her, smiling at the irony of us both thinking we had a secret - the same secret - from each other. "We should have told each other so we could do it together."

We were quiet for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking of Kenny and how often I'd had my cock between his thick fuckable lips. But I'd never worked up the nerve to return the favor. I wasn't sure what Kayla was thinking about, but I wasn't surprised by her next question. What surprised me was the way she led into it.

"You know, the big reason I never considered dating anyone else after I began going steady with you was because you loved to eat my pussy and did it so well. I can't imagine any man doing it better than you do."

Of course I swelled with pride hearing that!

"And you knew about Raylynn all these years and never said anything, so I guess it doesn't bother you to know your girlfriend - and now your wife - is bisexual."

What I DID know now was that Kayla was definitely leading up to something. We'd jumped from the past to the present.

"You must have had a lot of fun wearing my panties back then and I know for a fact that you still do."

She was propped up on one elbow, looking me square in the eyes and fondling my cock. There was no way I could lie or deny and no need to. The way she'd said it made me realize she'd been aware of my raiding her lingerie drawer for some time and had never said a word about it. All I could do was keep my mouth shut and wait for her to finish. I knew she was fixing to drop a bombshell on me by the way she was taking deep breaths.

"Toby, I . . . I really miss having sex with another woman. And I don't want to cheat on you. So instead of jumping in bed with one of my friends, I've been thinking about you instead. Can I dress you up like a girl?"

Had she just asked first, I probably would have jumped at the chance. But I laid there in stunned silence for a moment, reflecting on how she'd said it. She made it sound like she wanted me to openly indulge in one of my secret fantasies as a big favor to her? Awesome! Then I saw the look of doubt creep across her face, like maybe she was afraid she'd gone too far. I erased that look immediately when I pulled her too me, telling her, "Honey, I'll be glad to do that for you."

Sure, I wasn't being totally honest by saying I'd do it for her. I was joyous about being able to expose my sissy side openly in front of her. The important thing was that we went back to the bathroom; this time to enjoy a bubble bath together, and what emerged was Kayla and the 'new best girl friend' that she'd alluded to earlier.

Over the next several weeks, we spent most of the time on weekends, from the time Kayla got home on Friday night after drinks with the girls, to when we dressed for church on Sunday morning, as lesbian lovers. Kayla told me all about how she and Raylynn had become best friends in middle school and how shortly after making a pact to share everything, Raylynn had accidentally wet her panties and that Kayla had wet hers on purpose so her best friend wouldn't feel bad. They'd gotten in the bathtub together at Raylynn's house and played with each other's pussies. Neither had orgasmed, but they'd definitely made each other feel good. They'd repeated that a couple of times without peeing in their panties first and it hadn't been nearly as exciting. So they began wearing skirts more often so they could pee their panties in different places and then rush home to one girl's house or the other to eat pissy pussy.

In turn, I told her more details about my adventures with Kenny and eventually told her about Todd catching us and making both of us suck his cock, not once but several times, in exchange for his keeping secret our piss and panty play.

I was sure that I'd get some sort of major reaction from Kayla when I admitted to having sucked cock. Instead, she patted my cheek, said, "I'll bet you really loved it," and let it go at that. I was almost disappointed.

Then one weekend, during one of our post-coital conversations, she mentioned something that Erin had said the previous Friday night and it reminded me of something that hadn't made sense to me at the time.

That groundbreaking morning that we'd enjoyed pee play together for the first time, she'd made a remark that it had been Erin's idea for Kayla to try it. But Kayla had already tried it with Raylynn. So I'd sort of assumed she'd meant try it with me. Yet I had a nagging doubt that was right. So I explained my dilemma to Kayla.

She laughed at me and said, "Think for a minute. What did we do that morning that we'd never done before and have been doing continuously ever since?"

"Pee for each other?"

She shook her head.

"On each other?"

"No silly. It has nothing to do with pee. Erin told us about having these incredible orgasms with a boyfriend that loved to lick his cum out of her after they'd fucked."

I felt like a dummy. That had been one of my longstanding fantasies before that morning. But it had become such a regular part of our lovemaking in the last few months, that I hardly remembered it as a fantasy any more. Sort of like when you're a kid and can't hardly wait to begin shaving and then after you have to do it every day, you can't remember for sure when you started. "Oh yeah," I admitted, sounding like the King of dummies - or considering my sexy attire, the 'Queen' of dummies.

Kayla twisted her face into that silly smile she uses to tease me, and tapping a finger on my chin told me, "I think little Miss Tabitha doesn't want to admit how much she loves the taste of cum."

Kayla had come up with the 'Tabitha' nickname a short time back when we'd been watching a rerun of an old sitcom that had a baby girl in it by that name. I wasn't too fond of it, but if it made Kayla happy to call me by a girl's name when we were enjoying the greatest sex two people could have, I wasn't about to argue. As to me loving the taste of cum, well I sure couldn't deny it. And I was even more certain that I didn't want to tell Kayla how much. How does a man explain to the love of his life that he's been fascinated with the unique taste of male sperm since the very first time he jacked off as a young teen?

Still I was caught off guard when she asked, "How often do you think of tasting someone else's?"

Honesty time again. To be completely honest I'd have to tell her that I fantasized about eating another man's cum from her fresh fucked pussy every time I was licking out my own. And every time she'd sucked my cock, whether she swallowed my load of cream or not, I thought about giving a blowjob to another man. That alone was a couple of times a week or more. And more recently, on my M-W-F workout schedule at the gym, I'd been paying a lot more attention to the other men in the showers. Where before I'd tried not to look, I now found myself trying not to get caught looking. A good guess would be that I thought about sucking cock at least once a day.

But in spite of our recent openness about sex, I hedged. "Sometimes," I told her, then threw it back at her. "I'm sure you wonder what it would be like to have sex with someone besides me." I wasn't really sure, but wondered. That's why I hadn't specified the 'someone' as being a man or woman. I'd leave it open and see where she went with it.

"Sometimes," she answered coyly, playing the same game. "And I think I know the perfect way for us to try that without really doing it."

My mind raced through all sorts of possible scenes. Did she plan to bring another man into our bed? Did she have one all picked out? And how could we do that without doing that? I pressed for details, but it was time to get up and dress for church and I had to settle for Kayla's word that she'd explain later.

When Kayla says, "later," it means at a time and place of her choosing. Ironically, the church sermon that day was on 'honesty' and after church would have been a good time for me to pursue our earlier conversation. But with Kayla, I knew the information wouldn't be forthcoming until she was good and ready. That time and place was the following Friday night when she came in a little later and a little more giddy than ever before.

I heard her fumbling with her key in the lock and when I opened the door for her, her first words were, "I found us another cock we can both enjoy."

She damn near fell on the floor laughing when I checked behind her in the apartment walkway, expecting to see some man that she'd brought home with her.

"No dummy, first we have to try what's in here," she told me, holding up one of the plastic shopping bags she'd been carrying and then turned and headed for the bedroom. Of course I followed close behind.

Our recent Friday night ritual was for me to come home, change into my sexy girly clothes, fix us dinner, and wait for Kayla. She'd gotten a few things for her 'girlfriend' that she particularly enjoyed seeing me in. When she came in, she was always in the mood for a romp in the sack with her 'new best girlfriend' and often those dinners had to be reheated much later in the evening. I didn't mind. After a couple of hours of parading around the house dressed as Tabitha in sexy lingerie and heels, I was just as horny as she was.

"Renee had been telling me about this store she goes to and tonight she took me there after happy hour," she told me, then dumped a shopping bag in the middle of the bed.

I recognized the sex toys from ads I'd seen in men's magazine, but had never seen anything like that up close and personal. Of the several items, my eyes locked on the large, very life-like dildo that seemed to be calling out to me.

As I reached and picked it up, I marveled at how realistic it was in both feel and visual detail. In every detail, including a nut sack, it was a perfect copy of a man's cock and balls. Had it been warmer, I'm sure with my eyes closed I'd have thought I had my hand around a real cock.

"I thought you'd like it," Kayla said, beaming at me proudly.

"I can't get over how real this thing is," I told her.

Then she took it from me, held it in front of her like she had a dick, and asked me, "Wanna suck my cock for me sweet thing?"

Her words were slurred enough to make me realize she'd gone beyond 'a third drunk' and 'half drunk' combined. Someone had bought that extra round or two of drinks and it wasn't me. Then she handed the dildo back to me, telling me, "Here Tabitha, sweetie. Hold this while I get undressed." Then she said, giggling, "Just remember it's not a chew toy."

As she slipped out of her clothes, I studied the dildo and began to feel a tinge of jealousy and doubt. It was at least two or three inches longer than mine and about half again as thick. If Kayla needed one this size to satisfy her, my marriage was over!

"Are you sure you got one big enough?" I tried to joke.

"That's not for me Tabitha, my sweet sissy. That's for you. Renee says that most girly-boys are size queens. They love cocks and the bigger the better."

I was about to protest being referred to as a 'sweet sissy' or 'girly-boy', wondering where she'd picked up all this new vocabulary, when I saw something else that confounded me even more. Kayla had removed her skirt and I immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing panties or pantyhose. Then as she took her blouse off, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra either. When she'd left for work, she'd been wearing all three. But now, as she stepped out of her slip, she was completely naked.

With great effort, I was able to think past the possible reasons why Kayla had lost all her underwear and holding up the dildo, told her, "Women could use this thing to practice for childbirth."

"It's not that big Tabitha. Renee says she's seen bigger."

"Bigger dildos or bigger real ones?"

"See," she said, giggling again. "You are a size queen. You're already thinking about where to find a bigger one."

I was about to protest that I wasn't any sort of 'queen' but dressed as I was in lingerie, that would have caused us both to laugh.

"Let me show you how that thing works," she told me, taking the dildo from my hands.

Any thoughts that were going through my head, as well as any questions I'd been about to ask about the disappearing bra and panties, evaporated instantly when I envisioned a dildo demonstration from my beautiful, sexy wife. There'd been a scene in a porno movie that one of my friends had brought to my bachelor party where two women had used sex toys on themselves and then each other. Those scenes had stuck in my mind much more than any of the other fucking and sucking that had gone on in the two or three movies we'd watched that night.

As Kayla fumbled with a harness of some sort, she explained that the dildo, in addition to having a suction cup base for holding it in place on a floor or something like that, came with a harness for wearing it. The harness contraption she was holding looked somewhat like a nylon g-string with a hole in front and the suction cup could be worked through the hole. It took her a couple of tries, but in a moment, she had it assembled and strapped in place, looking for all the world like a gorgeous woman with a large cock.

After staring for a moment, I told her, "Except for those straps, you look like a woman with a cock."

She smiled, turned to look at herself in the dresser mirror, and then told me, "Just a minute."

My eyes had been focused on the fake prick bobbing in front of her, much like mine did when I had an erection and was moving around. So when she came back from the bathroom wearing a pair of panty briefs with the cock sticking out the front, I was again amazed. Now it appeared that this lady with a cock was wearing a pair of crotchless panties, the straps mostly hidden by the beige material of the panties. This time when she took another glance in the mirror, she was much more satisfied with the results. "There we go. Now would my sweet sissy like to suck my cock?"

Despite all the things - like missing underwear - that I should have been more concerned with, the one pervading thought that I'd had since seeing the dildo tumble from the bag onto our bedspread had been, 'Could anyone get something that big in their mouth.' And to be more honest, the 'anyone' I was concerned about being able to stretch their lips around it, was me. With Kayla's smiling approval, I proved that I could.

As I gave head to the fake phallus, my mind became a montage of cocks, past and present. I thought about Kenny and playing with his and of sucking his brother Todd's cock and the cocks of two of Todd's friends. I hadn't mentioned Todd's friends to Kayla yet. Nor had I told her about when we were in college, commuting to classes and the semester when I'd had courses on a day she didn't and had discovered the sexual action going on at a rest stop. Truck drivers, I found out, love college cock and are only too happy to let a college boy get an education in cocksucking as a reward.

And I thought about all the cocks I'd been noticing lately at the gym. Just this morning I'd spotted a new guy, about my age, that seemed to be looking the place over as I often did and who'd picked a locker near mine where there was a good view of the men coming in and out of the showers. The head of his cock had looked like a small apple and I'd thought at the time that it was a shame that he'd never find someone that could suck it for him. But I'd gotten the dildo in my mouth with surprising ease and now I wondered if sucking 'Mr. Newbie' would be so impossible after all. As I bobbed on the dildo, getting appreciative commentary from Kayla about my cocksucking skills, I found myself hoping that Mr. Newbie would be working out on the same M-W-F schedule that I followed.

No telling how far that fantasy would have gone if Kayla hadn't pulled the dildo from my mouth, destroying the reverie I'd gotten into. "I've got another surprise for you Tabitha. Get on the bed."

As she said it, she scooped the remaining items to one side so I could locate myself in the center of the bed. Then we assumed our favorite position for her to suck my dick, with my legs spread and her lying between them.

Soon we were well into it and as usual, Kayla used her free hand to fondle my balls and then play with my asshole, working a finger inside, as she licked the length of my cock, then returned to taking it far back in her mouth. I was close to cumming when she stopped for a moment and I thought it was to prolong my pleasure. But when she resumed, she had lubricated her fingers somehow and was using at least two of them on my asshole. Then, as again I neared a peak, she paused and I felt something much larger than her fingers pushing against my anal rosebud.

Fear flew through me, from my threatened ass to my lust filled brain. My first thought was that she was about to impale me with that giant dildo. But a quick check revealed that the dildo was still in place in its harness and she had something else in her hand that she was working inside me. And before I could protest or question, whatever it was had eased passed my sphincter and it felt good. At that point she looked up at me and smiled.

Whatever it was, and however she was using it, she was hitting a spot that had me in rapture. With no one touching my cock at all, I began to squirt cum uncontrollably, leaving milky white ribbons of sperm on the pillowcase, dripping from my chin, and across the front of my bustier. By the time I'd recovered from my orgasmic explosion, Kayla had gotten out of the panties and harness and removed the dildo so she could use it to scoop up my cum, bringing the head of the cum covered dildo to my lips. Whatever she'd put in my ass was still there, and combined with the taste of cum, it was almost as if I had a real cock in my mouth, drooling that tangy cream, making my real cock stir with life again quicker than it ever had before.

"You're ready to suck a real cock for me aren't you?" Kayla cooed softly as she watched my tongue reach out for the cock head, trying to get another taste.

With the waistband of my panties still hooked behind my balls, my swelling cock - the ultimate lie detector - visible to us both, I had to be honest. "Yes. Yes please," I almost pleaded.

She smiled down at me. "Good. And did you put the plastic cover on the mattress like I told you?" Even as she asked, she was getting back on the bed and moving up over my face as I slid down.

I beamed back at her just as brightly, knowing where this would lead. Protecting the mattress with a plastic cover, covering that with several large towels, and then replacing the bed sheets had also become part of my Friday evening duties. We'd discovered that piss play in bed was far superior to the hard surface of the bathtub or tile floor. My lips might still get puffy from Kayla's humongous orgasms, but at least there weren't any knots on the back of my head.

First Kayla gave me a good taste of her pee and let me lick her until she was ready to be filled. Then she moved back to impale herself on my revived erection, riding it slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency until we'd both reached a climax. Then after a brief pause, she moved back to let me devour my seed, and when that big O finally hit her, she released the rest of her bladder, literally cumming in gushes in my mouth.

When we were laying together moments later, she asked, "Did you hear what I told you? Or were you just agreeing with me to make me happy?"

She'd been moaning and groaning and talking through everything but her orgasm and while I'd heard bits and pieces of it, I didn't recognize any of it as conversation. And the only thing she could have taken as agreement would have been the nodding motion of my head as I worked my tongue from one end of her sweet slit to the other.

"Whatever makes you happy," I told her, letting the lust of the moment override my more normal caution.

"Oh wow, I know we're gonna have fun," she said, and then began kissing me furiously. She always enjoyed the taste of herself on my lips and around my mouth after she'd had one of those massive, wet orgasms.

"Huh, what did I agree to?" I asked, beginning to wonder what I'd gotten into. It had suddenly occurred to me that I'd agreed to suck a real cock for her.

"We're having dinner with Erin and Renee tomorrow night and you're going out as Tabitha."

"To a restaurant?" I asked in a panic. It was one thing to wear lingerie around the house and a few times Kayla had gone further, putting me in a dress and doing my hair and makeup. But I'd never once considered or even fantasized about appearing as a woman in public.

"No sweetie, you're no where near ready for that or I'd have taken you with me to happy hour. Renee is supposed to be an excellent cook."

That was a little better. I had no doubt our recent excursions into the kinkier side of sex had been discussed in detail at Kayla's weekly hen party, if not over lunch and break time snacks. Erin and Renee would already be aware that Kayla and I had been working out our fantasies, including my interest in wearing women's clothing. In a way, I'd been dreading the next event that would require me to meet Kayla's workmates, knowing they'd be looking at me and knowing my secrets. My only concern was their husbands and boyfriends. Teasing from the women would almost be fun, but having another man in on my secrets was entirely different. Maybe it was one of those husbands or boyfriends of her workmates that would be supplying the 'real cock' I agreed to.

"Are their husbands or boyfriends going to be there?" I asked with concern.

Kayla smiled that smile that I loved so much. "You really haven't been listening," she told me as she cleaned the vibrator that had been in my ass. "Erin and Renee live together. Are you okay with that?"

I knew from previous remarks that neither could be lesbians as Kayla had made numerous references to Erin's boyfriend. I had yet to meet Renee, but Kayla's post happy hour reports often included how Renee knew all the tricks to pleasing a man. So if it was just the two, and I was being invited to join the girls and passed muster, maybe at some point down the line, I might really try joining them for their Friday night happy hour.

"Sure," I told her. "I'd love to be one of the girls for an evening if that will make you happy."

Another round of happy kisses followed and I almost felt guilty for making it sound like I was only doing it to please Kayla. In truth I felt there'd be a whole lot more happen between the women than sharing a well-prepared meal and I'd get to watch, maybe finding out what really happened to Kayla's underwear in the time between when she'd left work at the bank and arrived home, drunk and in disrepair.

As it turned out, I had nothing to feel guilty about - not in comparison to the 'slight' omission in the information Kayla gave me. With her hair down, Erin was every bit as sexy a little minx as my devious mind had imagined and watching her and Kayla make love was fascinating. And exactly as billed, Renee was both an excellent cook and certainly did know all the tricks to making a man happy. I knew immediately where Kayla had learned the knack of using a vibrator on my prostate.

What they'd failed to mention and I had to discover for myself, was the very nice cock that Renee had waiting for me in her panties.

And honestly, I didn't mind at all . . . But that's another story.

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