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 any combination of piss play, 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. This story is a continuation of "Second Honeymoon" and will make more sense if you read that one first. Enjoy!
The Honeymoon Party
(Bisexual, Urination)
by Amber Fountaine
Gretchen wasn't at all surprised when Dave opened the door and stood before them, just as naked as the last time they'd seen him. And it was easy to see, the way his cock stood rigid and ready, that he was as anxious to see Harlan as Harlan was to see him.
On the other hand, Dave was clearly surprised to see the way Harlan was made up. Gretchen couldn't wait to see the look on his face when Harlan dropped his robe and the men could see how he was dressed.
Harlan was here to pay off a bet. Earlier in the day, the men had invited Harlan to join them on the nude beach in a game of volleyball. They'd teased him about the winning team getting blowjobs from the two on the losing team and when Harlan had to leave the game before it was over, he and Hank had been down by two points. Chuck had declared that a forfeit and wanted Harlan and Hank to pay off.
Then to Harlan's utter amazement, Gretchen had figured out what had happened and encouraged Harlan to make good on the bet!
Gretchen had an agenda of her own. She and her friend Vanessa had figured out Harlan's secret desires and fetishes. She'd known that he had a thing for her lingerie and occasionally would put on her panties when they were playing around sexually. She'd learned he went a lot further behind her back. He had also made several requests over the five years of their marriage for her to let him taste her pee and had often pissed in his pants while mowing the lawn, thinking she wasn't aware of what he'd done. But what she and Vanessa discovered went much further and deeper than that.
First they had gotten into things in his computer that he thought he'd had safely hidden behind passwords. After going through his collection of pictures and then reading email on his Yahoo and Hotmail accounts, they discovered he was a full-fledged piss freak. So much so that he wanted to wear diapers so he could piss in his pants any time he wanted. And in addition to the interest in her lingerie she knew about, his computer revealed that his interest went all the way to dressing like a woman and sucking cock!
Then Vanessa had suggested that he must have some place around the house where he had some things hidden from her and she'd found that the over sized tool box that she'd given him for Father's day held a lot of things that had nothing to do with tools - unless you counted the one he used for sex!
There were adult size disposable diapers and pads to put in them so they'd hold more pee. There was an assortment of panties and bras and nighties. She'd found plastic panties to put over the diapers and large ruffled panties to wear over that. Vanessa had called Harlan a 'closet sissy' and judging by the things she found in the garage closet, Vanessa had been right on the mark in every way.
The ladies hadn't let him know they were on to his fantasies. Nor had they let him know that they were lovers and had been for months. Instead they'd come up with a plan to bring it all out in the open, hopefully in a way that would keep their marriage intact. Gretchen's goal was to keep her husband and her lady lover both. And if that meant accepting Harlan as the pissy sissy he apparently wanted to be, not only was she okay with the idea, she could see some real benefits to it.
With their fifth anniversary coming up and a second honeymoon already discussed, it had been easy for Gretchen to convince Harlan on a week in the Caribbean at a resort known for having nearby nude beaches. At the same time, Harlan received an email through one of the accounts he kept secret from his wife, asking if he'd be interested in getting together with a bisexual couple into pee play. He'd responded quickly and enthusiastically that he'd love to join them, never once suspecting he was communicating with Gretchen's friend Vanessa. The get together was tentatively planned for the week following Harlan's return from the Caribbean.
Then a quirk of fate had given Gretchen a great opportunity to change their plans a little. Vanessa had helped her find a resort that was also friendly to the GLBT community as well as having access to nude beaches. She hadn't told Harlan GLBT part. So she hadn't been nearly as surprised as Harlan when three men at the beach became overtly sexual, rubbing and hugging without any concern about observers.
She'd watched Harlan get obviously excited watching them and then got the idea to have the men invite Harlan to join them. He'd gladly done so, only slightly embarrassed by his erection. The men had played volleyball until Gretchen had signaled Harlan it was time to leave. That was when Chuck, one of the winners of the contest, had told Harlan he should come to the men's hotel room later that evening to pay off his debt.
That's what they were here to do and it was a toss up as to whether Gretchen or Harlan was the most excited about it. As Gretchen and her husband entered the room, following Dave, she saw that the other two men were also still naked. She was about to suggest to Harlan that they take their robes off, but never got the chance.
"The girls are here," Dave announced, stepping out of the way so that Hank and Chuck could see that Harlan was wearing makeup.
Immediately the guys started whistling, so without saying anything, Gretchen reached out to Harlan and pulled his robe off his shoulders and down his arms. With his panties and stockings in view, the whistling and catcalls increased. Then, after taking her digital camera out of her pocket, she shed her robe so they could see that she and Harlan were dressed alike.
Harlan assumed, since he and Hank had been teammates, that he'd suck Chuck or Dave and that Hank would suck whichever one he didn't. Chuck was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself, and looked to be as big and hard as Dave. They both looked good to Harlan. He didn't really have a preference and was ready to service either of them.
Gretchen moved up close behind Harlan, rubbing her tits on his back as she whispered, "Which one do you want to start with?"
"I only have to do one of them," he reminded her over his shoulder.
"Why pass up the chance to do all three? If you're going to try this to see if you like it or not, why not give it a real test?"
That thought, combined with looking at the three hard cocks waiting for him, had Harlan salivating. He was incredulous that his wife wanted him to do this at all, much less take on all three. "Okay," he said softly.
Gretchen smiled at the men and told them, "My sissy sweetie here wants to do all three of you. Who wants to be first?"
One thing Gretchen and Vanessa were in complete agreement on was that they had to let Harlan know about their affair. And they had to do it in such a way that he approved.
"There's two ways, as I see it," Vanessa said, as they cuddled in together in Gretchen's bed. "Either we have a three-some and let him come up with the idea that you and I should fool around together - that would probably be the easiest because most men are fascinated by the idea of watching two women make love. Or . . . we find some way to get him to admit he wants to suck cock - or catch him sucking one - and then instead of getting mad, you tell him it's okay with you if you get to play with the ladies."
Gretchen thought about the alternatives before answering. "You still think he's going to back out of going to the party?"
"That email sounded to me like he was beginning to make excuses. His buddy Timmy, the guy in diapers, is all hot to trot to be there as the third man and I'm sure he'll show. But your hubby seems to think he won't be able to sneak off because you'll both be on vacation that week."
It had seemed like a great plan when they'd first put it together. They'd gotten into Harlan's computer and found out he had a secret kinky side that went beyond what Gretchen suspected. In her husbands fantasies, he wanted to be a complete sissy, dressing in women's clothes, wetting his panties or diapers, and orally servicing both men and women, swallowing their piss and cum. And the emphasis it seemed, was on men. Harlan had a craving for cum and was no longer satisfied with tasting his own. So acting more on inspiration than any sort of well thought out plan, Vanessa had created a bogus hotmail account and fired off an invitation to Harlan's hotmail account, asking if he would be interested in joining a couple for a sex party where he'd get to suck cock and drink pee. His reply had come back so fast it was almost like an echo and of course he said yes.
Then they hit on the idea of seeing how far Harlan would go, and had asked him to recruit another man for the party. Immediately Harlan had sent out an email to his friends on the Internet and had gotten several positive responses. At the same time, Gretchen and Harlan had been discussing vacation time and a second honeymoon. Vanessa hit on the idea of them going to a resort she'd heard of in the Caribbean that catered to the GLBT crowd and had nearby nude beaches. Her thought was that the environment would make it easy for Gretchen to get Harlan to confess his fantasies and that they'd set up the phony party for the following week, confront him with all the evidence, and hopefully, neither of them would be keeping secrets from the other from then on.
But as the loosely set party date got closer, Harlan's email buddies began backing out for one reason or another. There was only one, a guy into wet diapers, little girl clothes, and sucking cock, that used the name 'bobbisux', that still appeared eager to go, wherever and whenever the party might be.
After thinking it through, Gretchen laid her head on Vanessa's shoulder and told her, "Okay, let's go ahead with the party idea. And if that falls through, then when we get back, I'll invite you over to help celebrate his birthday, we'll do some shots to get him drunk, and then play a game that'll turn into a threesome."
Harlan and Gretchen had gone to the nude beach the first day there. Gretchen had expected to see people having sex in the sand dunes and had been disappointed. There were scattered rocks and boulders instead of sand dunes and the people were much more discreet. By the end of the second day, she'd begun to wonder if Vanessa's information had been wrong. She hadn't seen anything to make her believe that the resort catered to the GLBT community. Then on the morning of the third day, she'd spotted the three men she was sure were gay, and a spur of the moment idea to get them to meet Harlan had quickly escalated into something much grander than her original plan.
Hank was the one that Harlan shouldn't have had to do, since they'd been teammates during the game, but he was the first to step forward in response to Gretchen's sexy invitation and tell their guests that he was ready.
Harlan glanced at Gretchen briefly, checking one last time to be sure she was okay with what was about to happen. When she smiled and nodded, he dropped to his knees in front of Hank and reached to hold the first cock he would suck. For several moments he froze, with Hank's cock in his hand as he admired it, just inches from his face. The circumcised cock, its head dark and swollen with need, was even more beautiful to Harlan than any of the ones in the pictures hidden in his computer. Hank's prick was slightly smaller than the other two men and Harlan was glad that Hank had stepped forward. As he stuck his tongue out to take his first tentative taste of another man's prick, he was startled by the flash of Gretchen's camera, barely two feet away. Then he moved closer to Hank, turned to look at Gretchen, and closed his lips around the side of Hank's shaft - like a dog holding a bone, he thought, almost laughing at the analogy - then grinned at her, camping for the camera.
Gretchen had knelt down when he had and that up close vantage point, had been watching Harlan's every move. She was thinking about something Vanessa had told her when they'd read Harlan's emails about wanting to suck cock but never having tried it. Gretchen had wondered aloud if Harlan was telling the truth or not and Vanessa had told her, "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."
After watching Harlan stare at Hank's cock from up close, and then the way he'd slowly stuck his tongue out to taste it, she was sure she was taking pictures of Harlan sucking his first cock. Strangely, it gave her a sense of pride that she would have never expected, almost like watching a child take his first steps. Her husband was now a certifiable cocksucker and she was proud of him.
Harlan would have never thought of the words, "Sweet sissy cocksucker," as a term of endearment. Yet when Gretchen said it, and the way she said it, whispering in his ear, he knew it was a loving compliment. He found sucking cock to be every bit as exciting as he'd thought it would be and concentrated almost totally on giving Hank the pleasure of a good blowjob. At the same time, he'd glance at Gretchen as he slathered on Hank to see her reaction and he had no problem picking up on how excited she was to be watching him, dressed like a sissy, and sucking his first cock. Her remarks only inspired him and he was delighted to be her 'sweet sissy cocksucker'. He wondered how often this might happen in their future and might have pondered on that some more if he hadn't heard Hank say, "Here it comes."
Out of the corner of his eye, Harlan saw Gretchen move in close with the camera. He wanted that gratifying cock cream he'd earned; wanted to taste it and savor it and hold it in his mouth as long as possible. But he also wanted to give Gretchen a chance to capture it with her camera so they could relive the moment for years to come. So he continued to stroke Hank's cock with his hand and when he felt the first spurt, he backed off an inch or two and held his mouth open. One spurt went a little high, hitting his upper lip and the side of his nose, but the rest coated Harlan's outstretched tongue and Gretchen got it all with the camera.
If he expected to get a break, he was wrong. When Hank finished and pulled away, he turned to say something to Gretchen. She grinned, winked at him, then nodded her head and pointed past him, over his shoulder. "Behind you," she whispered. When Harlan turned the other way, he was nearly hit in the face with Dave's dick, rampantly ready to be serviced. He turned back to give his wife another quick smile and then went back to work. Being her 'sweet sissy cocksucker' suited him just fine.
Harlan assumed he'd be doing all three men before he left and as he toiled - in this case a labor of love - on Dave's masterpiece, his mind was already skipping ahead to what he and Gretchen would do as soon as they got back to their room. He'd already come to the conclusion that if she could understand and accept his need to try sex with a man - or in this case, three men - there wasn't any reason at all that he couldn't or shouldn't tell her everything. He was tired of having secrets from the woman he loved.
She'd encouraged him to come to the guys room to suck their dicks. So she couldn't possibly be as distraught about that as he'd always imagined. He'd planned to suck one or two sometime the following week without her knowledge. Now he felt like he should tell her about that, and maybe offer to bring her with him. And on top of that, she'd almost insisted, not even making it an option, that he get dressed up as a sissy for his cocksucking debut. That was another secret, another part of him that he'd kept from her.
He'd been wearing lingerie off and on for years; since long before he met her. He'd been wearing hers since before their wedding night, and it wasn't completely a secret. Occasionally he'd come to bed wearing her panties or had her jack him off using a pair of her panties. She never knew how much more often he'd worn her things in the years before he started buying a few things of his own.
And barely an hour ago, she'd finally given in to showering him with her pee. He'd been after her to let him taste her pee for all five years of their marriage. He loved all sorts of pee play and it would be wonderful if she could get into it with him. She'd indicated she'd be willing to do it again later, probably when they got back to their room. If that went well, then he'd have to tell her how he loved to piss in his pants and about his newest fascination - diapers.
That old demon from his youth had come back to life with an email from a fellow cross-dresser named Bob - or 'bobbisux' as she was known on the net - that told Harlan how much he enjoyed being a diapered sissy, in little girl dresses. Harlan had no desire to wear little girl dresses but had always enjoyed wetting his pants. Reading about how much fun the guy had wearing and wetting diapers had given Harlan the urge to try it again as an adult.
Another diaper lover had been born the moment Harlan wet his first adult diaper. Then he'd begun to correspond with others into diapers and had learned which brands were best and how to use pads to make his diapers thicker and hold more pee. At the suggestion of 'Bobbi', he'd ordered some thick cloth diapers and ruffled plastic panties. Now he wore diapers almost every weekend and sometimes more often, keeping that a secret from Gretchen too.
He'd worked out a system where he'd wait until she went in the bathroom on Saturday mornings, after they got up, knowing it would take her at least ten to fifteen minutes to pee, fix her hair, brush her teeth, and such. He'd dash to the garage with shorts and t-shirt in hand, dig out a diaper and pad and a pair of panties to wear over it, dress himself in the washroom off the garage, and be busy in the kitchen by the time Gretchen got dressed and came in. Then he'd work outside for an hour or two, wetting his diaper as he worked. When he was done with chores around the house, he'd tell Gretchen he needed to run to the auto parts house, or some other excuse to be gone for a while, and instead would go to a local park.
According to comments he'd found on the net, that park was supposed to be a meeting place for guys looking to suck or get sucked. That's what had motivated Harlan to visit the park in the first place. So far he hadn't had any luck there in the sex department, but hadn't really pursued it either. He'd read in the paper that plainclothes cops sometimes arrested 'perverts' in the park's restroom. Besides, he really didn't need to use the restroom with a diaper on and he'd been having too much fun playing on the playground equipment in his soggy diaper. Then when it was time to get back home, he'd sit in his car in the far corner of the parking lot and jack off. When he'd finished, he'd take off his soggy diaper, drop it in a trash can, and unless he had an out of town trip planned, wait impatiently for the next Saturday morning to do it again.
If he had the house to himself for several hours, he'd use the big, thick cloth diaper and ruffled plastic panties, prancing around for as long as possible in the nightie he'd bought. Then he'd jack off, dump the diaper in with some towels and run them through the washer and drier before Gretchen got home.
Yeah, he decided as his head bobbed on Dave's cock, he was going to have to tell Gretchen about the diapers too. Then he heard his chances of doing all three cocks, at least at the moment, cease to exist.
Chuck was apparently getting impatient for his turn, or maybe he was at least a little bi and not completely gay as Gretchen had said. He had been watching the way Gretchen was proudly observing her husband's initiation into the cocksucking fraternity and asked her, "Are you as good as your husband?"
"I'd like to think so," she responded.
Harlan backed off of Dave for a moment to look at her. She was looking at him, her head cocked and her eyebrows slightly arched as if asking. He told her, "Let's do it together," and got a big smile of approval to that idea.
"You two lay down on the bed," he told Dave and Chuck. Then he turned to Gretchen and told her, "Give Hank the camera and show him how to use it. We want to have this in our family album."
"Oh yeah. For sure," she teased. "You plan on showing these pictures to your mom or mine?"
"Both," Harland said, going along with her. "I'm sure at one time or another they've both remarked that I'd make a great 'girl' so they both ought to be happy to see they were right."
Gretchen quickly pointed out the green light and button that were the only two things Hank would have to worry about to take a picture of the two of them sucking cock together. Then she crawled between Chuck's legs just as her sissy husband crawled between Dave's. They winked at each other and then went at it, devouring the stiff pricks in front of them. From time to time, as they licked and sucked and enjoyed the cock in their mouths, they'd glance over at each other and smile. Hank caught that with the camera, as well as what turned out to be several great shots of them sucking in unison.
Dave was the first to peak, filling Harlan's mouth with the cum he craved. Harlan was about to swallow it when he heard Chuck make noises to indicate he wasn't far behind. So he waited for Gretchen to get Chuck off. He didn't have to wait long and as he did, by mumbling and pointing at his cheek, he was able to tell Gretchen what he wanted.
Harlan had often kissed her after she'd blown him. At first she found it strange and somewhat kinky, but it became a part of their lovemaking. If he came in her mouth, they'd kiss passionately while her mouth still held his cum. If he came in her pussy, he'd go down on her after they'd finished fucking. She'd never known another man that enjoyed the taste of his own cum like Harlan did, and while it was different, she thought it harmless.
So she let Chuck finish filling her mouth with his cum, then she turned to Harlan who was waiting with a mouthful of his own. Their lips met and their mouths opened to let their tongues duel in the mingled jism of their two lovers. By the time they'd finished their kiss, their lips were white with creamy foam. They might have kept it up longer, but Harlan heard words that made him pause for a second and Gretchen caught it too.
"One of you guys work the camera," Hank said to his friends. "I gotta go pee."
Gretchen felt Harlan pause and was sure she knew what he was thinking. She broke their kiss and whispered, "Ever try a man's pee?"
Harlan licked the cream from his lips and told her, "Not really." In his mind, his own pee or that of another boy when he'd been in his early teens, didn't count.
She didn't bother asking what he meant by that somewhat vague answer nor did she bother asking if he'd like to try it. Instead she rolled over toward where Hank had been standing beside the bed, and before he could get too far, told him, "Hank, my sissy would like to drink it if you don't mind."
Hank turned and smiled, took his cock in hand and retraced the three steps he'd taken toward the toilet, grinning but never saying a word. It was Dave that did the talking.
"No shit! This is great!" Dave said, excited by this turn of events. "Chuck's not much into it, but Hank and I both love to do all sorts of pee play. Shit, you should have said something this morning on the beach. You could have gone back in the rocks with me and Hank."
"Yeah, these two fags are forever pissin' on each other and drinking it," Chuck kidded his friends. "They drink so much piss I'm surprised they haven't turned yellow by now."
Harlan was finally able to speak after clearing his throat twice. It wasn't all the cum in his throat that caused the problem, it was Gretchen's latest, and maybe greatest suggestion. He'd damn near choked when she came up with this one. He was looking at her, wondering where all this was coming from, and then Hank stepped to the side of the bed and turned Harlan's head so that his prick was just inches away from Harlan's face.
It occurred to Harlan that he was still laying on the bed and if Hank began to pee and he missed any, the bed would get soaked. So quickly, he rolled off the bed, getting back on his knees in front of Hank, and opened his mouth, looking like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
He'd still been half drunk earlier when Gretchen had peed on him in the shower. But he's sobered up a lot in the hour since then. However, he wondered if Hank had been hitting the bottle. Harlan was staying as still as possible to make it easy on Hank to hit the mark; the mark in this case being Harlan's mouth. For some reason, Hank was having a hard time doing that and was getting as much piss on Harlan as in him. Not that Harlan particularly minded. As far as he was concerned, it was their carpet in their room and up to them to please the hotel management when they checked out. When Dave said, "I think I can pee too," Harlan just smiled at him and nodded. And when he looked at Gretchen, she was smiling and nodding approval.
Harlan thought they'd be visiting with the three men for most of the night. But right after Dave's bladder ran dry, Gretchen suggested they go back to their room. "We'll be here two more days," she reminded Harlan and the guys agreed that they'd be at the hotel through the end of the week too.
So after agreeing to see each other sometime the next morning at the beach, Harlan and Gretchen put their robes on and left the bungalow for the hotel and the privacy of their room. Harlan wanted to have a long talk with his wife and she must have felt the same way. She started as soon as they were in the door.
"Anything you've been wanting to do that we missed?"
He shook his head and smiled, still in awe. "I don't see how."
"As much as you liked it, I'm surprised you haven't done it before." She poked him, "Sure you haven't been lying to me?"
He knew she was teasing him and laughed, then said seriously, "I guess I've been wanting to try it for years and I always thought I'd like it if I tried it. I just . . . . didn't think I'd like it that much. I'm as surprised as you are."
Gretchen kept her mouth shut. Knowing what she'd seen in his secret computer files - the pictures of cocks, many with a man sucking them, and the emails he'd sent, telling how much he wanted to suck a cock - neither of them should have been surprised that he'd taken to licking dick like a fish takes to swimming. Instead, she complimented him. "Sweetie, you're a natural!" Then she rubbed against him and teased, "I'm glad you waited this long to find out or I might have never gotten a wedding ring out of you. Hell's bells, I might have never gotten a date out of you. You'd be too busy chasing pretty pricks to suck to bother with me. But now you have to share."
Harlan grinned at that idea. He'd been thinking along the same lines since the moment they'd kissed and shared Hank's cum. Sharing a cock or two on a regular basis seemed like the logical next step in their relationship. Which reminded him again of what she'd said earlier about having had sex with a woman. She'd never elaborated on that in any way and he wondered if that had happened before or after they'd married. "Okay, it's a deal," he told her, trying to sound flippant when he was really completely serious. "I'll share my boyfriends if you'll share your girlfriends."
They were both doing the same thing. While their thoughts were as serious and sober as any they'd ever talked about, they were trying to be light and casual about it. They understood that the result of this conversation would determine if their marriage was going to last another five years or longer, or another five . . . what? Weeks? Days? Maybe even minutes? They both needed to be able to express their need for sex with their same sex and if they couldn't find a way to do that openly and honestly, then this relationship and marriage was over. Yet neither of them wanted to sit down and work out a deal, like a couple of corporate lawyers working on a merger.
But there were similarities. Opening their marriage to sex with others was just part of it. There were several other things that needed to be discussed as well and Gretchen moved the conversation in that direction. "Mmm, I don't know if that's a fair deal," she pondered aloud. "I mean I've only got one girlfriend, but as cute as you look dressed up like that, you'll probably have lots of boyfriends. How am I supposed to be sure that you'll share them?" She had the advantage of knowing a lot more about Harlan's fantasies and desires than he knew about hers. So she continued to tease him. "With a little more practice you might make a prettier girl than me. You're going to have guys hitting on you all the time."
Harlan wasn't sure how far to push it. It sounded like she'd accepted the idea that he'd want to continue having sex with men in the future. And it sounded like she had also accepted the idea that he might want to dress up as a woman. That was incredible. If you had asked him the day before, he would have sworn she'd have thrown him out, bag and baggage if he'd have suggested such an idea. But he didn't want to pass up what he saw as a golden opportunity to do the things he'd always wanted.
There was a framed mirror over the wet bar. He turned them so they could both see themselves and told her, "You're probably right. With a little practice I would look prettier." That earned him a jab in the ribs, which ironically was the sort of reaction he was hoping for. He wanted to keep things light, in spite of the seriousness of the subject. "Okay, how about this? What if I promise to go out only when you can go with me? That would be fair wouldn't it? I mean if you were doing my hair and makeup and stuff, then you'd be able to be sure I didn't look too much better than you."
She couldn't help but smile and agree to that. It was exactly what she wanted and she suspected he did to. It would be an incredible evening of fun to do what they were suggesting in a round about fashion - going out together as two women and picking up men. This conversation was getting her as excited as it was Harlan and his excitement was evident. It was damn near poking a hole in the front of his panties. She had to smile again when she realized she was already thinking of the briefs she'd put on him as 'his panties.' She rubbed herself against the straining erection and told him, "Mmm, I guess that sounds fair."
They had let their robes open to rub against each other and were once more thinking alike as they simultaneously reached to remove the others robe so that they could add the sense of additional skin on skin as they wrapped each other in their arms. then Gretchen pushed Harlan back toward the bed and when the back of his knees felt the mattress behind him, he grabbed her and fell backward so that they were sprawled across the bed with her on top. That was perfect for what she had in mind.
Raising up to a kneeling position, she straddled his hips and lowered herself so she could once again rub his erection, this time with the crotch of her panties. This wasn't new. The few times that Harlan had worn her panties to bed, they'd done the same thing as a prelude to fucking. It was highly erotic for both of them to rub her panty covered pussy on his panty covered prick. She had to be careful not to do it too long or it would make Harlan cum in the panties and she had something else in mind.
She continued the sensual, nylon-on-nylon stroking of his cock and let out a trickle of pee. When he didn't seem to notice, she let out more until the crotch of her panties was flooded and she was sure he had to notice. She'd done this with Vanessa several times. Since she and Vanessa had gotten into pee play, it had become almost a standard part of their lovemaking and always turned them on. But Harlan continued to lay back with his eyes closed. She wondered if he'd fallen asleep. Then she noticed that he was fighting to keep from breaking into a huge grin.
"Like that?" she asked.
He kept his eyes shut and nodded vigorously. Then he told her, "Keep that up and I might marry you."
"Too late. I'm already married."
He opened his eyes to look into hers, then pulled her down to kiss her. When they broke the kiss, he whispered, "To the luckiest guy in the world." Then he kissed her again and without ever breaking that kiss, he got his cock out of his panties and into hers, penetrating her completely, without either of them ever fully removing the wet nylon material. Minutes later he exploded in her, causing her to explode too.
The wet orgasms she'd had with Vanessa she had likened to a water balloon bursting and it was much the same with Harlan. She had needed to pee when they were back at the men's room and had been tempted to pee in Harlan's mouth after Dave and Hank had taken their turns. But she'd decided to save it in hopes they'd have sex as soon as they got back to their room and she was glad she did. A wet orgasm with Harlan inside her was even more intense than those she had with Vanessa. Somehow they needed to talk about that.
She loved the feeling of Harlan's cock inside her and if she had her way, would keep it there for hours. If he let her, and kept his cock in place until it completely wilted and fell out on its own, she could feel little aftershocks of orgasm, minor tremors that were like echoes that faded slowly, each one a bit smaller than the last. But more often than not, as soon as he had his senses back, he would pull out to go down on her. He loved to eat his cum out of her and she didn't mind too much, as often she'd have another big orgasm while he did it. This time she took the lead before he could.
Raising up on her knees and one hand, she used the other hand to pull the crotch of her piss soaked panties back in place. that would keep any cum that leaked out in a place where Harlan could find it. Then she slide down his body, still straddling him until she could lean forward to take his cock in her mouth. She'd decided when reading his emails that it was high time she found out for herself why he found the mingled tasted of their orgasm so delicious and had planned to try it on this trip. She'd almost done it during their after lunch love-making, but he'd kept her from assuming a 69 position. this time his legs were trapped between hers and she began by licking the shiny knob.
It was good, she concluded, as she savored the flavor of their sexual union. His cock was coated with the same sort of frothy cream that she'd seen earlier on his lips when he'd sucked off the two men. And there was a flavor there that reminded her of Vanessa's pussy. She assumed that must be her contribution to the mix. When she felt like she'd gotten all the taste there was to taste, she pulled his panties back up over his prick, kissed it one more time through the pissy wet panties, and then slowly and sensuously slid up the length of his body as if she were a large, slow moving snake.
When she was nose to nose with him, she whispered, "I know what you want."
"Uh-huh," he whispered back.
"My little sissy slut wants more cum doesn't she?"
He nodded and smiled in response.
Gretchen glowed, and for a number of reasons. She always glowed after good sex and that was part of it, and she was more in love with her husband at the moment than at any time she could remember in their relationship, and that was part of it. The new and exciting part was how easily he'd accepted her calling him her sissy slut. She was sure if she'd have said that a month ago that he would have balked and they'd have wound up fighting. But she'd discovered with Vanessa's help that there was another person inside the man she'd married and as she'd learned more about that second person, she'd fallen in love all over again. It was almost as if she was having a second honeymoon with Harlan and a first honeymoon with her sissy slut. It occurred to her that they should have a better name for this second person.
Breaking off another of those long passionate kisses that had become a hallmark of their trip, she lifted her head enough that they could look each other in the eye without going cross-eyed. "What do you think we should call you when you're dressed up sexy and being my sissy slut?"
He looked at her with what she took to be confusion, when actually he was again astonished that she had brought up something that he'd had on his mind. Not knowing that, thinking he didn't understand her question, she explained, "If we're going to go out together, we can't very well call you 'Sissy Slut' when we introduce ourselves. We need a girl's name for you - like 'Harley' or something like that."
"Heidi," he told her quickly, convincing her that he'd thought about it already.
She liked it and it made sense to her. They were both from German heritage and each had a grandparent in Wisconsin that lived in the same small town, although they hadn't known that until they were planning the wedding. They were both blond haired and blue eyed and she could picture them as two blondes, out on the town together, looking to get laid.
"I like it," she agreed. "From now on you're Heidi whenever you want to be. And I've got a reward for Heidi for being such a good little cocksucker and such an awesome lover. Want to guess what it is?"
He didn't have to guess. As she'd been talking, she'd been knee walking up his body and the crotch of her wet panties was just above his face. When she didn't lower herself fast enough to suit him, he raised his head to bury his face in the wet material. He might have chewed a hole in her panty crotch if she hadn't helped him by pulling it to one side so he could get at the nectar underneath.
As her climax neared, she hoped there was a little left in her bladder; enough at least to give him a taste. Drinking her pee may have been his idea to begin with - he'd hinted at it many times and occasionally had flat out asked - for as long as they'd been sexually intimate. But it had been Vanessa that had been the one to convince her to try it. She had, and just as Vanessa had promised, by the third time they did it, Gretchen had been hooked. Maybe she should have run home to Harlan, once that bridge was crossed, and told him she was ready to try pee play with him. The chances of that happening disappeared when the ladies found out that pee was just one of the things Harlan was into. So the 'plan' had been put together and while it was ahead of schedule in some areas, she still needed to get a dialog going about what they'd be doing in the future. One way to do that was to pee, at least a little, each and every time she had an orgasm.
Harlan - Heidi at the moment; he still couldn't believe she'd accepted that part of him too and so quickly - was thinking and hoping for exactly the same thing, but for a different reason. He had no idea at all why Gretchen seemed to have changed her mind about pee play but he was so very glad she had that he wasn't about to do anything that might make her change back. He wanted to coax a little pee out of her every time they had sex and to think of his mouth as her personal urinal for the next two days. Then maybe when they got home she'd want to do it once in a while at least.
They both got their wish. Vanessa had taught Gretchen how to intensify her orgasms, especially her oral orgasms, by pushing to empty her bladder at the same time. So she got the big 'O', Heidi got a mouthful of pee, and unless the hotel walls were awfully thick, their neighbors got to hear her scream out a distorted version of Harlan's new name.
"Who gets to sleep in the wet spot?" Gretchen teased as they cuddled afterward.
"We could always make it bigger and share."
She suspected he was being serious. "Sweetie, if we make it bigger, they might want us to pay for the mattress. And while it might make a great souvenir from our honeymoon, I can't picture the airline letting us take it back with us."
"As long as I get to keep drinking your pee, I don't care," he told her, rolling on top of her and kissing her deeply.
When she could talk again, she told him, "As long as you keep making me orgasm like that, you might get to drink ALL of my pee."
Heidi didn't argue or even comment. He pulled her tighter to him and kissed her again as they began to roll together in an embrace that covered almost every square inch of the bed and lasted five minutes before they broke apart. Then he asked, "Can I get you anything to drink?"
Gretchen laughed and this time she began the hug-athon, almost rolling them off the edge of the wet bed. Her body was locked in a passionate embrace, but her mind was on a new twist to the plan for next week.
The following morning they were in much the same state and position as when they'd fallen asleep. Gretchen had coaxed Heidi into wearing a nightie to sleep in. She smiled as she realized that Heidi was awake and had stayed in bed, waiting for her to wake up. She was sure she knew why. Back home, Harlan almost always woke first and went directly to the bathroom to pee. His getting up would wake her and she'd follow when he came out. So if he hadn't gotten up, that meant he still needed to pee and was hoping she'd join him in some way. She knew what she needed to do.
Raising on one elbow, she asked, "Are you awake?" and when she got the smile and nod she expected, she rolled over on top and then straddled him. Then without any preliminaries or warning, she let her bladder go, soaking the panties they were still wearing from the night before and then working her way up, dribbling on his nightgown and finishing over his face. As soon as she finished, and before he could start chewing on her crotch, possibly distracting her from her strategy, she resumed her position next to him and told him, "I hope Heidi can do the same thing."
When he'd felt the first of her amber moisture soak into his crotch, he was about to remind her about the mattress, then decided that if she wasn't going to worry about it, he damn sure wasn't going to stop her. As bad as he needed to pee, it had been a strain for him to wait until she finished so he could begin. He was leaking before Gretchen asked if 'Heidi' would like to wet her in return, and pissing in his panties before he could get in position over her.
Rubbing the front of his panties while he peed in them caused some of the hot piss to run down her arm. A little of the rest trickled down his thighs and most of it ran from the crotch of his panties to soak the front of her nightie and the bed-sheets. When his bladder ran dry, he buried his face in her pissy wet nightgown, nibbling her nipples and at the same time, sucking the piss from the wet material. Then she took a turn, letting him lay in the wet sheets while she licked and nibbled on his cock through his wet panties. By the time she called a halt to their early morning pee party, the bed was more wet than dry. He knew she was as aroused as he was and wondered aloud why she jumped up, telling him to join her in the shower, that they needed to get ready for the day.
He followed her, assuming she had something in mind for the shower and was again surprised when she resisted his efforts to continue their sex play in the tub.
"We've only got today and tomorrow morning left before we go home," she explained. "I haven't done any shopping and I want to get some souvenirs. Why don't you go ahead to the beach and have some fun with your new friends while I go shopping. If you're a good little sissy, I might find something for Heidi too."
Harlan tried again to deter her as she dressed, his need evident by the long string of precum hanging from the head of his cock and again she put him off.
"If you can't get one of your friends to help you with that, I'll take you behind the rocks when I get there." Then as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door, she told him, "Be sure to put out the sign that says we don't want room service or you'll have some pissed off maids when they find that pissed on bed."
Harlan toyed with the idea of laying back down in the wet sheets to jack off. Then he considered using Gretchen's clothes to dress up as 'Heidi' and go visit the guys in the bungalow. Then he thought about a compromise of sorts. Yesterday at the beach she'd suggested he wear her white bikini. She had most likely been joking at the time, but that was before last night and his debut as 'Heidi'. Now he could make a case that both ideas had been hers. He had no hint of why she was suddenly buying into his fantasies, and without even knowing how much he loved the things she was just now beginning to accept. She knew he liked to play with her panties, but didn't think she was aware of how much and how often he wore lingerie, both hers and his own. And one of the TV's he emailed had told Harlan he needed a femme name and he'd been thinking about using 'Heidi' and damn if Gretchen doesn't suggest nearly the same thing.
He put on the bikini bottom and then thought about the top. When he took her bikini with him on the road, he'd find places to wear both. He'd look kind of silly on the beach, considering most of the people were completely naked and none of the real women wore a top. A few wore bikini bottoms and he supposed they were on the rag or something. So if he wore both pieces of the bikini, it would make him stand out. And suddenly, that seemed like a good idea. He could develop a bikini line at the same time Gretchen was trying to lose hers.
That decided, he put on a pair of her shorts and one of her t-shirts and got out to the front of the hotel just in time to catch the shuttle. He would have preferred to sit in back, where the other passengers would have had to turn around to look at him, but he was the last to jump on and had to sit next to the driver. He wasn't sure what the other passengers did, but the driver gave him a knowing smirk and dropped his hand in his lap to grab his crotch suggestively. Harlan was glad he hadn't worn any makeup or carried a purse. The driver might have taken his cock out and waved it at Harlan.
He sort of hoped that Dave, Chuck and Hank would be on the same shuttle and when they weren't, changed his expectation to seeing them already at the beach. He was disappointed when they weren't. But he got lot's of smiles from the other men and women who took notice of the man in the white woman's bikini. He got an even bigger one from Gretchen when she arrived a few hours later.
When she spotted Harlan on their towel, wearing the bikini, she had to smile. She'd bought a new bikini for Heidi while shopping and had brought it with her to the beach. She decided to save it for later. Maybe she'd keep it for herself and let him have the white one. She was as disappointed as Harlan when she didn't see the guys and thought about strolling the beach, seeing if they were at the far end or what else she might find for them to get into. Then she had a better idea and took Harlan by the hand, making him walk with her. They got a lot of smiles and stares and wondered if it was her shaven mons, his bikini, or both. They definitely made an unusual couple.
The men from the previous day were nowhere to be seen. They got a few whistles and met one other couple that made a point to speak to them, but when they discovered they were from opposite ends of the country, the other couple lost interest in pursuing the conversation. So they spent a few hours sunning themselves, long enough for Harlan to get a bit of a burn, and then went back to the hotel.
"I bought a few things for your birthday," she told him, just as they got to their hotel room door. "But they didn't have a gift wrap service. The lady said I shouldn't wrap gifts because customs might want to open them when we get back to the States. Fortified by his daily six-pack at the beach, 'Heidi' had worn the bikini, without the shorts and blouse, for the trip back to the hotel. So she was sure he'd be in a receptive mood for what she had in store for the afternoon and evening. But the first thing he noticed was the made up bed, not the bunch of bags sitting on it.
"Oh shit! The maid's been here," he said as soon as he was in the door, ignoring the packages on the bed.
"Yeah," she told him. "I forgot to tell you. I went off without my wallet and I must have just missed you when I came back. The maid was in the room and I apologized about the bed and told her you have a wetting problem because of a war injury and we forgot to bring diapers for you. I gave her a big tip and she had them change the mattress and put in a dry one with a plastic cover."
"As wet as it was, there's no way in hell she would have believed I wet it accidentally."
"She might. I mean she can tell we've been doing a lot of drinking and they get a lot of older tourists here. She insisted we should get you some diapers, so just to make it look better, I went to this pharmacy in town that she told me about and bought a bag of diapers to make it look good." Then she shut up and watched to see his reaction.
Harlan tried to be casual about it, as he thought it over and then asked, "So what good is it going to do to buy diapers if no one wears them? If the bag just sits here unused, she'll know you were lying."
Gretchen fought back the laughter in her mind. She'd been sure this was the tact Harlan would take. "Well, I thought about that too. They weren't all that expensive that we couldn't just throw them away, a few at a time. But we've been having so much fun with all this peeing and all, that I thought it might be fun to wear one and see how wet we could get it."
"Yeah, I suppose we could do that." He hoped the sunburn disguised the flush in his body. He wanted to tell her something like, "I didn't know they made diapers that big," to make her think he wasn't familiar with diapers, but damn if she hadn't picked up the same size and brand that he wore in secret around the house. For just a brief moment, he wondered, taking the events of the last two days into consideration, if she had somehow gotten into his box in the garage. But he had the only key and dismissed that thought. Still trying to be casual, he told her, "Maybe we could do like you said on the plane coming here. You remember? You said if the plane only had one bathroom we should wear diapers."
"Probably not a bad idea," she agreed. "But that's tomorrow afternoon. I was thinking about tonight. Or maybe even right now. Would Heidi like to dress up like a little girl?"
Heidi did indeed. But again he tried to act casual. That phony facade disappeared in an instant when she opened one of the bags and dumped it on the bed.
"How do you think Heidi would look in this?" she asked, picking up a short, ruffled nightie in one hand and the matching bloomer panties in the other. "I'm sure this would fit over a diaper - maybe even two or three of them."
"Oh god yes," he said softly, almost moaning, not realizing he was thinking out loud. He couldn't get out of the bikini and into the diaper fast enough. He opened the bag of diapers, pulled out two, punched holes in the one he put on first and then added the second. Only after he'd pulled on the sissy panties and dropped the nightie in place did he stop to think that he'd probably given away his interest and experience. But Gretchen didn't mention it, so he thought maybe she hadn't caught it. Instead, she had pulled out two more diapers and was following his lead, poking holes in the crotch of one, putting it on, and then putting a second diaper over the first.
Then she picked up another nightie from the pile of lingerie and told him, "This is yours too. I hope you don't mind if I try it on. I guess I better get used to sharing things with Heidi, huh?" She too was trying to be casual, but they needed to talk about what was going to happen after the honeymoon. She wanted 'Heidi' to know it was okay with her for him to continue what they'd started and to make Heidi and all his kinky habits a permanent part of their relationship.
Heidi was thinking along the same lines. He was looking at the pile of lingerie that was still on the bed and asked, "Is all of that for me?"
She nodded, grinning at him. "Happy Birthday sweetie. I'm sorry I didn't wrap it." Then just as he started to go through the pile of panties and bras, she told him, "Damn, this feels good."
He turned back to her, laying on the bed beside the bags and lingerie, and could hear the soft hissing noise that told him she was already pissing in her diaper. As exciting as that thought was, he was still more concerned about the future. It had been just over 24 hours since she'd tried pee play with him for the first time. And just under 24 hours since she'd surprised him by urging him to visit the men and pay off his bet by sucking another man's cock while dressed as a sissy she-male. Now he was looking at a pile of lingerie, picking up each piece to admire it
While she and Vanessa had tried golden showers and fountains, they hadn't tried wetting themselves like they knew Harlan did. So peeing in her panties the previous evening had been her first experience of that sort and she'd found it surprisingly erotic. She'd bought the diapers for Harlan but knew before she'd paid for them, looking at the bag in her hand, that she was going to try it too. As the hot pee spread through her diapered crotch, bringing a warm, wet, erotic glow to the whole area, she could easily understand why her pissy sissy husband loved the feeling. One wet diaper - or a pair in this case - and she was hooked too.
Then she saw him start to giggle and asked what he was thinking.
"What am I going to tell our friends if they ask what you got me for my birthday?"
Immediately she thought of Shirley and Jack Merritt, their almost ultra conservative next-door neighbors and laughed too. "Well I don't think you ought to tell Shirley and Jack the truth, that's for sure." Then she got an inspiration and winged it. "But I'm certain my friend Vanessa would love to see you dressed like that. She's told me all about the fun she had with an ex-husband that loved to dress up like a girl. When I told her that sometimes you liked to wear my panties in bed, she told me I should encourage you to let your feminine side come out and enjoy it with you."
She had known at some point that Harlan might ask why she had suddenly decided to indulge him in the fantasies she wasn't supposed to know about. She'd more or less decided to use Vanessa in some way, as she was anxious to get Vanessa involved in their conversation and eventually, their sex lives. Heidi wasn't responding verbally, instead he sat on the edge of the bed looking at her and nodding and smiling, almost glowing in a way she'd never seen before.
Harlan was lost in his own thoughts. He'd been sure that there was some sort of simple explanation for Gretchen's change of attitude and he readily accepted her story. He could understand how Gretchen and Vanessa talking about Vanessa's ex-husband would explain all the events of the last few days. The things her friend's ex-husband had done had apparently piqued her interest, and with all the hints he'd given her in the last five years, she'd been reasonably sure he'd go along with trying a few of them.
Since he made no effort to interrupt her, she went on. "Vanessa was right. Watching you last night with those men . . it was so incredible to see you with a cock in your mouth. I'll bet you'd be just as excited to see me having sex with a woman."
"Yeah, I would," he answered quickly. She'd mentioned that a couple of times in one way or another and each time Harlan had wanted to pursue it. But each time there'd been something else happening at the same time so that he hadn't. It was time to be honest about a lot of things. He told her, "I used to have a fantasy of being made into a sex toy by three or four lesbian roommates that kept me dressed as a girl to live with them."
"Mmm, sounds like fun. Did they all pee in your mouth?"
Heidi nodded. "Yeah, there was a lot of that."
"How long have you been into all this piss stuff?" There had been references to pee play in his emails that would indicate he'd developed a taste for it at an early age, but she was interested in more detail.
"Forever, I guess. My mom told me that when I was a toddler, I'd hide to keep her from finding out my diaper was wet, that I loved to wear a wet diaper until it was falling off and leaking." Then he went on to tell her about bedwetting and pants wetting incidents up into his teens and how that had led him to start experimenting with wetting himself as an adult.
"What about lingerie?" she asked. "I know you've liked playing around with my panties ever since we first started dating."
"My cousin Julie," he told her. "I have her to thank for that. When I was twelve or thirteen I had to spend two weeks at my Aunt and Uncle's house and Julie and her friend dared me to go to the mall with them dressed as a girl. So I did and liked it. We didn't have sex, but we played around in lingerie and they had me jack off for them. We did that a few times while I was there. I stole a couple of pair of her panties to wear when I got home. And we had a teacher in high school that everyone thought was a man dressed as a woman and was supposed to like to have sex with young men. Sometimes I pretended to be one of the young men and other times I pretended to be her."
"With all that, I'm surprised that you never sucked a cock before last night. Or was that the truth?"
"Last night was the first time," he assured her. "But I did come close a couple of times." Then he told her about the time a friend of his dad's that had hired him to do some work at his house and how the man began talking about sex and told Harlan that he knew where Harlan could get a blowjob at any time. Harlan was certain the man was offering his services, but Harlan had never taken him up on it. And he told her how he'd had a friend in high school named Ken that had been part of a group that decided to investigate the true sex of the suspected teacher and how that had come close to him and Ken having sex. But they'd both chickened out and jacked off instead.
"We should have gone to your high school reunion," Gretchen told him. Maybe your friend wouldn't be so chicken now."
"Heidi," she began again slowly. "When we get back home, do you think you could find someone - a sissy guy - that would like to join us? I'd like to have a birthday party for you next week and invite Vanessa. Watching you last night was great, but I think it would be more fun if we could find another guy back home that liked to be a sissy too. What do you think?"
Heidi didn't know what to think. It appeared to him that his second honeymoon could last the rest of their married lives. That in itself was an awesome thought. There were two strong emotions running through his sissy brain. One was to throw Gretchen down on the bed and make love to her like he'd never made love before. The other was to pack their bags and leave for home so he could get on the Internet to his friend, 'bobbisux'. Since their airline tickets were for 3 PM the following afternoon, it was a relatively simple decision to go with thought number one.
Gretchen liked that idea too and didn't resist at all. Not that afternoon, not that night, and not again the following morning before they packed to go home. 'Heidi' was the lover she'd always hoped Harlan would be.
The sequel, "The Birthday Party" will follow as time permits. As usual, comments are appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com