0 comments/ 14839 views/ 4 favorites Tumblr Saved Us Ch. 01 By: MyUncensoredSelf Chapter 01: Golden Shower I was kneeling on the cold bathroom tiles, my bare feet were already chilled and my knees complained at the hard surface, but I hardly noticed. My focus was fixed on the vagina before me. It was spread slightly by two fingers on either side which held back the trimmed fuzz of my wife's pubic hair. The anticipation of what was to come was making me hard already. It's hard to believe I was in that position. Only days before I thought I was the most vanilla person on the planet. Well, I didn't think that specifically but to me sex was pretty straightforward and spicing it up meant trying a different position occasionally. I certainly never thought about getting pissed on or anything else I deemed 'kinky'. Then one day after making love to my wife we both lay there looking strangely unsatisfied at each other. It wasn't that I didn't find her attractive or that anything was wrong with the sex we were having -- I hope that was the same for her -- but something was missing. Neither of us said anything but I could tell she was thinking similar thoughts. I knew I had to find something new but I couldn't think what. One night I was sitting up late looking at the internet, nothing unusual, just social media and the news. My wife had gone to bed already. I was looking at Tumblr and I noticed someone had posted a porn gif. It was pretty vanilla I realise now, just a guy and a girl going at it doggy-style but it turned me on and I'd never thought to look at porn on Tumblr before. So I clicked into the original blog. It was full of gifs and still pics of naked men and women engaging in all manner of sexual acts. Fairly soon after that I was clicking on things with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. I was seeing things I'd never thought of and I loved every one of them. Now I look back on things in my life I realise I wasn't vanilla, I was repressed. I'd begin to fantasise about something then stop myself or deny that I'd really been interested in doing that. One thing I could no longer deny as I jerked off to the images on the screen was I was not only looking at the women, but that's for another time. Eventually I saw a gif of a girl peeing her pants. I scrolled past it hurriedly telling myself it was gross. But something drew me back. I don't think I could say what it was but as I watched that captured moment of urination I had to stop stroking myself or I'd have cum right then and I suddenly didn't want to yet. I thought about sitting on the toilet the day before in a public restroom and hearing someone pissing in the next cubicle. I'd fought the notions but I had to admit now that it had excited me -- always had in fact -- to know someone was doing that so close to me. I followed this new line of inquiry and Tumblr showed me numerous girls peeing, some of them wetting their pants, some peeing into glasses. It was getting harder not to cum but I wanted more and held back despite it becoming painful. There were plenty of images of guys pissing on girls and I liked them but finally I found what I guess I'd been looking for, a girl squatting over a guy and letting it go. I lost it. I came so hard over that gif I thought for sure I'd wake my wife. So there it was. Tumblr -- and my cock -- were telling me I was a piss whore. I wasn't quite sure that was the kind of 'more' my wife would be into. It was days before I managed to even begin to lead her into the conversation. We were drinking wine and I brought up the dissatisfaction we both seemed to feel about our sex life. She agreed she wanted more too and I began to show her things on Tumblr. I thought she'd be shocked but apparently she'd been looking at actual porn sites so it wasn't a big deal for her. We were both getting pretty excited and I had a growing need to take a leak, courtesy of the wine. Thus prompted I bit the bullet and showed her some golden showers. She was quizzical at first, then got up and left the room. I thought I'd crossed a line but she quickly reappeared, now holding a bucket. She grinned at me, put the bucket on the floor, dropped her panties and squatted over the bucket. I couldn't believe it, in less than an hour we'd gone from white bread to my wife peeing in a bucket in the living room. I watched for a bit, then kissed her and put my hand in the stream, the warmth spread over my hand and I bit her tongue gently in my excitement. She moaned softly. She finished, grabbed a tissue and wiped up. Then knelt on the floor and pointed to the bucket. It was my turn. I was semi hard so it took a while to get going but the wine pushed its way on my bladder and soon enough I had a good stream going. My wife smiled and I noticed she was playing with herself as she watched. This was unbelievable. As soon as I finished and started to shake she grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth, still fingering herself as she did. It didn't take long before I was shooting a load into her mouth and shortly after that she came on the floor, my cum still dripping down her chin. The shackles were broken. We looked into each other's eyes again and this time we knew anything was possible. So a couple of days later I found myself naked on the bathroom floor, kneeling in front of my wife who was sitting on the edge of the toilet seat. She'd drunk a couple of litres of water earlier and was now ready to burst. She stroked the sides of her pussy to encourage it. Anticipation sat in my chest like a knot. A slight trickle ran down her pussy and my cock surged for a moment, then it came. A strong stream of golden liquid burst onto my chest. I revelled in the warm wetness of it and couldn't help but stroke myself as it ran down my body and over my cock. I ducked my head down and caught a mouthful, it was salty and warm. I swished it around then opened my mouth and let it dribble down my chin. It was a long piss but it was over too soon. My wife was reaching for the toilet paper but I stopped her, pushed her legs wide and ran my tongue up her vagina. The mix of her usual sharp taste with the salty pee was amazing and I kept running my tongue over her pussy lips to take it all in. She moaned softly as I sucked on her clit, then more loudly as I slipped my tongue inside her and fucked her with it. I reached round and gripped her buttocks to hold her as close to me as possible as I licked and sucked her to orgasm. She came hard against me, bucking my face hard but I refused to let go. When she settled I sat back in front of her, she sagged back on the seat. We panted softly in deep satisfaction, despite my still raging hard-on, then she sat up again and without a word of warning gushed post-coital piss all over my face. It was bliss. And that was only the first new thing we tried; Tumblr had other secrets to show us. Tumblr Saved Us Ch. 02 Chapter 2: A New Friend "I've been chatting with your wife online," Candice told me. We were working back late because she said she wanted to get some extra done but I didn't really see why. I didn't mind though. Candice was technically my immediate boss but had really become a close friend over the past couple of years. She was in her early 40s but it was hard to tell because of her soft pale skin and cheeky blue eyes. She customarily kept her silver hair back in a ponytail and wore baggy tops and jeans. "Yeah she mentioned that," I replied, "that's really good. Hopefully you can meet for real soon." I'd told her so much about my wife and vice versa I eventually gave them both their email addresses and apparently it had worked and they had a nice internet friendship going. At least that's all I thought it was at the time. "Oh we have plans to," she said enigmatically. I looked up at her from my computer and she was smiling at me impishly. "Did she tell you what we've been talking about?" "Um," there was an alarm bell going off in my head, "no." "She told me about your Tumblr account," her grin broadened and my heart started beating faster. "I've even had a look myself. It's very interesting viewing." "Ah," my stomach was tying in knots, "I think ..." I didn't know what to think. Candice laughed and looked at me with some devilish fire in those blue eyes. "So I know what you like," she licked her lips. Then she started walking away. She looked back at me. "And I've had a lot of coffee just now." She rounded the corner with a slight shake of her backside. My brain tried to rush through what was going on but it was struggling to compete with a baser instinct. I had to trust Candice and Tammy, my wife, had come to some arrangement. Surely. I heard the squeak of the ladies' room door. My brain thought no more. She was waiting by the door for me and ushered me inside. I was surprised to find it was almost a mirror of the gents' next door, just without the urinal. It smelt different though, sweeter somehow. I stood in the middle of the room unsure of just what was going to happen. "Tammy's invited me to come over next weekend," Candice said to me as she put her arms around me, "and she suggested I try the goods before I come." Her lips were suddenly on mine. I put my arms around her too and ran one hand up the inside of her loose-fitting top and squeezed her breast. It was soft through the lacy bra and was more than a match for my large hand. She started to unbutton my shirt and I lifted her top over her head. Then she pushed me back a bit and laughed, her legs suddenly crossed. "I told you about the coffee," she smiled and began to undo her pants. "I really need to go." She took her pants off and walked back to the doorway of a cubicle. I'd always wondered about her bush and was excited to see it was a neatly manicured patch of silver. Her vagina lips were long and she pulled them back. "You might want to take those pants off quick," she said. I was thankful I was wearing zip up shoes as I raced to get naked. I barely made it. She lifted one leg and rested it on my shoulder as I knelt in front of her. The stream started almost immediately and hit me in the chest with surprising force. She must have been holding on for me for some time. The liquid warmth spread down my body and splashed onto my face. I tilted my head slightly to try to get some on my tongue but she almost fell. In the slight loss of balance I ended up kissing her thigh, then I bit it hard and she moaned. The stream of piss wavered and went up and into my hair. Then, as it does, the stream became a trickle. I hungrily moved in as she lowered her leg and licked her pussy clean. She stood me up, knelt down and licked her piss off my cock which flickered up in excitement. "You've had a fair bit too," Candice said, in between licking my balls. "Need to go?" I nodded -- I'd almost forgotten I was about to go to the men's room before this all started. She moved back and watched my penis expectantly. It took a minute for things to right themselves then I felt it coming. A strong stream of piss shot out of me right into her face. She opened her mouth and let some pour in then let it drain down her. I moved it about, pissing on her very full tits, her pasty pot belly and her manicured pubes. She moved too, making it a real shower and getting herself wet all over. When I finished she stood up and kissed me passionately. I could taste my piss on her lips and on her tongue. She was pulling my cock hard with one hand and rubbing my arse with the other. I sucked on her breast, tasting more of my urine, and ran my hand along her pussy until my fingers found her clit and I pinched it. She moaned, and turned to press her arse into my groin. "Fuck me," she breathed and bent slightly. The floor was too slippery so she quickly went on all fours. I knelt behind her and ran the tip of my cock up and down the lips of her pussy. "Put it in," she moaned. I relented and drove myself into her warm vagina. She was thrusting back to match my rhythm and we were both making a lot of noise. I grabbed her ponytail, drenched with piss, and pulled her head back. I kissed her then started to fuck her as hard as I could, still pulling at her hair. She looked back at me and those impish blue eyes were filled with lust. Then her face clenched and she became to scream in pleasure. I could feel her orgasm around my cock and could take it no more. I shot my load deep in her pussy, thrusting uncontrollably. When we'd finished I lay down, propped against a wall and she rested her head on my belly, idly toying with my spent cock. "Tammy wasn't wrong," she said. "This is going to be one hell of a weekend."