Golden Shower Fantasy: Wet Surrender Phone Sex

I had always harbored this secret fantasy, a taboo desire that I couldn’t quite bring myself to share with my wife. We had been married for five years, and our sex life was anything but boring. But there was this one thing I wanted to experience, something I couldn’t shake off. I wanted her to pee on me during our lovemaking.

One evening, as we sat sipping wine in our cozy apartment, I decided to take a chance. “You know, I’ve been reading about some interesting things,” I started, trying to keep my voice casual. “Oh yeah? Like what?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Well, it’s kind of… intimate. I’ve read about couples who do this thing. It’s called water sports.” She raised an eyebrow. “Water sports? Like swimming?” I chuckled, feeling my face heat up. “Not quite. It’s more like… you peeing on me.”

She looked at me, waiting for me to clarify. I took a deep breath and plunged in. “I want you to pee on me while we’re having sex.”

To my surprise, she didn’t immediately recoil. Instead, she took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. “And why would you want that?”

“It’s just something I’ve been fantasizing about. It’s taboo, forbidden, and that makes it all the more exciting.”

She set her glass down, leaning closer to me. “You know, I’ve always been open to trying new things with you. But only if you’re sure this is what you want.”

“I am,” I said, my heart pounding in my chest. The next day, we decided to give it a try. We began our foreplay as usual, kissing passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, making her squirm with pleasure. She moaned softly as I sucked on her nipples, her hands running through my hair.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured, looking up at her.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes half-closed.

I moved lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, before settling between her legs. I licked her pussy, making her gasp and arch her back. I could hear the wet sounds of my tongue against her, her moans filling the room.

“You’re so wet,” I said, looking up at her. “I want to feel you inside me.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. I positioned myself on top of her, my cock at her lips. I slid in slowly, feeling her tightness around me. We started to move together, our bodies in sync.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. “Harder.” I increased my pace, our bodies slapping against each other. The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, our moans and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.

“Do you want to pee on me?” I asked, my voice ragged.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine.

She climbed on top of me, straddling me. Her pussy right above my cock, hot and wet. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest. She started to ride me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

My heart is pounding in anticipation. She leaned back, her hands on my thighs for support. I could see her pussy, glistening with her juices, as she started to pee. The warm liquid flowed over my stomach, my cock, and down onto the bed.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

She continued to pee, her body shaking slightly. When she finished, she leaned forward, her pussy still on my cock.

“How does it feel?” she asked, her voice soft.

“It feels amazing,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I want you to keep fucking me.”

She nodded, her hips moving faster now. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock, her wetness making it easier to slide in and out. Our bodies moved together, our moans filling the room.

“I’m close,” she panted, her body trembling.

“Cum for me,” I said, my voice raw with desire. “Cum all over my cock.”

With a final cry, she came, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing as I came inside her.

We lay there for a while, our bodies slick with sweat and her pee. I looked at her, my heart filled with love and desire. She smiled at me, her eyes soft.

“That was… different,” she said, her voice content.

“And amazing,” I added, pulling her close for a kiss.

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