Last Saturday night marked a turning point in my sexual relations with my husband. It seems that the bridge was overcome at the suggestion of Mark and, to my delight, he became an object of complete worship of me. We know that once achieved, it remains forever, at least in sexual matters.

Mark did his usual excellent work by satisfying me orally. With my gorgeous mouth on my slit, I reached the second luxurious orgasm. Mark continued to lick and suck my body when I reached bliss enjoying myself after a wave of ecstasy. Usually after orgasm, I have an immediate need to urinate. I generally excuse me, I leave the bed, run to the toilet. This is pretty standard, although sometimes we bind our naked and hot bodies together for a few minutes of rest. In such cases, I am ready to burst so I want to write.

This time something else happened - something that is bizarre and magical at the same time. While Mark was still licking me and I was still blissful, I experienced a sudden convulsion, like an orgasm, but sharper and more defined. My pubic muscles were impulsive, just like when ejaculating. Then it struck me. I realized to my surprise what I just did. I released a little, but enough. Only a small trickle of urine suddenly splashed out of my slit, while Mark still had her mouth glued to her. I was ready to apologize for everything, but something held me back. I was silent, waiting for anger from Mark. But this did not happen.

Mark resumed his intense work with his tongue and licking my hole with a new zeal. I suppose I heard him mutter, “God, how delicious. Your gap is amazing! ”I reached out and grabbed his head with my hands and pulled him away from me. His face was brilliantly wet with my most recent relief. His tongue is still sticky, and Mark, licking his lips like a puppy, licked my juices off my face and wet mustache. He actually enjoyed it — no, he enjoyed the taste of my urine! I thought we knew everything about each other! I held Mark in my arms for a while and then said, “Good surprise! you never cease to amaze and delight me, darling. "

Not a word was said about that incident for several days, but what happened was in my head. I even thought about it all the time. This “gift” has influenced me. I love to drive and dominate Mark, which I do. I do possess it. Now I admire this new discovery, and I will go further in his conquest. Now for an interesting detail: I have to figure out how far.

I started experimenting with this new information. I left the door open when I went to the toilet, and checked what Mark would do. Usually, he stopped, under any pretext, talking to me while I was urinating, I assume, he was watching me. He stood in the bathroom door, muttering something and looking at my butt.

I began to draw conclusions. I rarely began to go to the toilet without his knowledge about it. Once I was sitting pisya, and since he was looking, I looked into his eyes with a sexy voice, “Do you enjoy it? Do you want to take a closer look? ”I lifted my skirt up, lifted slightly, and pressed my hand on my pubic hair so that the flow of urine could be better seen. Mark was clearly agitated. I also.

One day we went to a fairly remote area, populated mainly by dairy farms, and I needed. I told Mark to stop somewhere, but mile after mile we continued on our way. He pulled time, and I let it happen. I urinated right on the skin in our new Infiniti. Watching Mark, I also looked down at the dark spot on my khaki shorts, which was becoming more and more. Slowly before my shorts got wet, until I was in a pool of warm urine. Mark just looked at me and smiled.I got out of the car and pulled off my shorts, but left the wet panties. I looked ridiculous in Mark's laughing eyes and glared at him.

“Swine. If you didn’t pull it off, it wouldn’t happen. But you wanted this to happen, I know. “I recognized Mark, but decided not to do anything yet. I went to the rear of the car and threw my shorts into the trunk. Mark using rags, cleaned my place. By that time, my panties were no longer wet, only wet. I went back to the car and told him, "Take me home, pervert. “Then I kissed him on the lips.

Last night, while Mark and I sat, and watched a movie next to me, I got an idea. We were both in a jovial mood, having just shared a bottle of white wine. Mark loves to please and treat me like a princess. “Mark, I want to write,” I say. Mark moves up letting me go to the bathroom. I remain motionless. “No, Mark. I want to write here. Right now. “Mark looks at me with concern.

“Well, sit there. You will get something from me now. I do not want to get up. “I bend down and pull my panties over to my ankles and throw them away. I lift my skirt to my waist and prepare myself to make my life easier in the living room. Mark, jumps to his feet and looks at me. then he goes to the kitchen and comes back with a glass jug that we use to pour the juice. I slide down the couch so that my butt hangs down from the pillow.

“Hurry up. I'm ready, ”I say. “Drop down in front of me. You will like it. “Mark kneels in front of me and holds a jar under my slit and looks at me restlessly. I can tell you that he was excited. The bulge in his pants told me about it. I smiled a wicked smile in his lustful eyes, then closed my eyes, lean back and relax. God, that's wonderful! While James Bond and his gorgeous girlfriend avoided cars and bullets, I take it easy in the living room right there. A very large amount of my pale golden and hot urine flows into the jug. We could catch her smell. It was erotic. I do not know why, but it is. I guess it so excited me because Mark enjoyed it.

My golden stream does not all fall into the jug. I manage it to get a little on the pillow and carpet, not to mention about the hands of Mark. Nothing. It is washed out. When I finished, I looked down at Mark, thinking about the next step. The main thing that it was natural.

“Now clean me up, baby. You can use my panties. Clean me up very well, and maybe I will reward you.

With trembling hands, Mark lifts my sexy pink panties, with the intention of wiping me, but he stopped before he began. My husband had a better idea. He bends down with his tongue sticking out and stares at me in anticipation of the signal. I know he wanted this. I nod to him and he starts to lick off droplets of urine from my butt. I was wet, partly already because of vaginal juice, as I understand it now. I arched my back and raised my pelvis so that Mark had full access to me. He continued to lick me from the clitoris to my anus and back. Up and down he licked, side to side, getting the urine residue from my urethra and a large amount of my vaginal juice in the mix. Now I knew he needed an eruption.

"It's so great. This is so wonderful, baby. Keep it up Get me some good, baby. Do you know how? You're so good that I think you know what I want? "

Mark kept his responsibilities high like a true, champing gentleman.

“OK, go ahead, Darling. But don't stop licking? Stick out your cock for me. I want to see your masturbation while you lap my crevice. You want it, don't you? So come on! ”At my command, Mark unbuttoned his pants and belt. The huge erection of the member, is pulled out from its cowards. He pulls out his penis and begins to masturbate, continuing to devour me. I knew that this would be a good thing, but, God, how incredibly strong my excitement was! I can't pass it.I began to push my pelvis into his face with his teeth and hissing, "Yes, yes, oh, God, come on."

I reached a climax, my slit pulsed with my ejaculation. I finished and finished everything in my mouth and into Mark's tongue, and I moved my vulva up and down his face. At this time, Mark frantically pulls his cock in front of me. Then he frees his mouth from my gap and lies on the field with a member pointing up. After a few seconds, streams of hot, white seed fly upward at least two feet, which Mark exploded in a huge climax eruption. He demonstrates the sexual fountain, continuing to spew out his accumulated sperm. I have never before seen such an abundant stream or to such a height. It was a record, I think for Mark, in his life on sperm shooting.

I look into my perfect husband's eyes and start clapping. I was proud. For both of us. It is proud that I was able to exert the right influence on a person, and it is proud that I had a perfect person to do this. What more could a woman want? It is wonderful. I had everything!

As Mark slowly got up from the floor, I remembered the jug standing on the floor said. “Take care of this, please?” I pointed to the jar containing my magnificent Golden Elixir. “Since there are no other ideas in the toilet, pour everything out of it. Kid."

Mark is following my guides and carries a jug to the bathroom. I still felt that he was a little naughty, and I continue to play with him. “You heard what I said. Do nothing else. If you behave yourself, you will achieve more, WELL? ”Well, that’s how our new sexuality started. I was pushing Mark to this new game, seeing how far he could go. It seems it has no end. I have since had him lying on his back on the cold linoleum of the floor, while crouching over him, I urinated on him, up and down his chest, stomach, penis, eggs and face. We have gained experience, extremely erotic. This can not be denied. This has become our scene. Somehow I greeted him in the living room with a glass half filled with my delicious dew.

“Accept, my love. This is for you. Warm and wonderful. What you need after a hard day. I just merged It for you, after patience for hours, to give it more flavor. Now let's have a drink, right? Be healthy! ”Mark takes the glass from me and holds it in front of him. He looks into my eyes and raises his glass in toast. Silently, he brings the drink to his lips, sniffs to appreciate the “bouquet,” then drinks, first a small sip, then another, filling his mouth again and again until the glass is empty. I almost bleed my slot at that moment.

Yesterday, I laid an oilcloth under the sheets on the guest bed. In the evening, I rose above Mark, attaching my neat slit directly to his face and urinating in his open mouth. He drank every drop. He liked it. He made a comic comment that I no longer need to get up to go to the toilet after sex. You know, he is probably right. Do you think this is the limit? If I did not know this magnificent man, he has no limits. I begin to think that any person has no limitations. Who knows what desires are hidden in our sex souls! What more can I experience with Mark? With Leela? Anyone else?