****** New Year's Pee ******
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New Year's Pee


My wife and I went to her company New Year's Eve party. It was her boss' house
and as per my wife's suggestion we didn't drink too much. I was sober enough to
drive and my wife was sober enough to have good judgement about decisions of
bodily function. Or so she thought. She and I left the party and as we entered
the car she held her lower abdomen and asked if I could hurry home or she would
pee her pants. As I started the car I asked her if she wanted to go back in and
she replied that it wasn't couth to drop back in to the boss' house and use the
potty after you left. What do I know.

The driving home was a typical uneventful occurrence until we saw a sobriety
traffic stop up ahead. I wasn't 100% sure I could pass a breath test, but we
were well within our faculties to bluff our way through the blockade. That of
course meant our trip was slowed down considerably and it was not long before
my wife reminded me that the extra time was beginning to wear her down. By now
she had engaged one hand completely into her crotch and pressing against her
pee opening. And she gave me one of those moist teary-eyed lost puppy look that
spoke more than words. That look meant that she was about to lose her control
very soon.

While we waited and she cursed that she should have gone back at the house, she
rearranged herself and now both of her hands were up her beautiful dress and
pressed against the crotch panel of her pantyhose and I could see the outline
of her white lace panties under her hose. She had her dress up to her waist and
wasn't about to be embarrassed by the police seeing her beautiful legs and
thighs. When we made it to the front of the line, and things had taken so long
because of one arrest a ways up in front of us, she was slowly rocking forward
and back. The cops looked into the windows and asked me how I was doing and all
I did was point to my wife. It took them about 5 seconds to comprehend the
situation and without a test they flagged me through.

Speeding home now was no challenge since it seemed all the cops were at the
stops around town. My wife however didn't think that way because of all the
lost time. She was biting her lip now and hopping in the seat too and let out a
whimper and told me she had just peed a little and to forgive her for peeing in
her panties. I was sorry for her pain and just ignored the crude excitement
that was developing in my trousers. I was imagining my hands down there when
she accidentally let go of her bladder. I was touching her so sweetly and
innocently while she peed through her panties into my hands. I had an enormous
hard-on for the time being that I fought to control as we drove up to the
house. She was crying with pain and hopping and squeezing her pussy so very
hard that the veins in her lower arms were showing.

We both ran to the door and I played the hero with how I was able to unlock and
fling it open in a split second. That gave her a brief sense of confidence that
we were going to make it to the bathroom ok. And we seemed to be going well. I
was right behind her with my hands on her waist as she flung her coat, shoes,
purse and whatever as we raced down the hallway. I was holding her dress up to
her waist while she held her hands in her crotch as we spun into the bathroom
and flung on the light in one deft move. She stood facing me with her dress was
up to her waist and the crucial time now had to be spent pulling down her
already damp pantyhose and panties. I watched at first as she initially failed
at getting her fingers to the waistband of the pantyhose. The waistband was
fully pulled up to her belly and the wide belt to her dress was low over them.
She vainly tried again and started to panic and had that "what is this?" lost
look. I knew it was now or never to help before that message of give up got
from her brain to her bladder muscle control.

"It's no use," she cried out as I struggled to get my fingers up there too. Her
belt was too tight. Her hands were down at her side now and I let her dress
down to gain access to take off the belt. This third time I had a chance to
prove my deftness and play the hero wasn't working. I had never taken off this
belt before and I began to get caught up in the panic and struggle with the
buckle. That's when I heard her squeal quite shrilly and yelled at me to lift
her dress so it wouldn't get wet. She and I both clawed at the skirt portion of
the dress and dragged it high over her waist as she sighed and moaned and I
could see the look of surrender in her face and posture. She was standing in
front of the toilet, just 6 inches from making it to pee in the potty, and
there was nothing we could do under the circumstances. Her hands were holding
up the skirt higher than my hands and I had one hand on her lower abdomen and
above the cheeks of her ass more as a check against the material from slipping
into the coming flood of pee from her pee hole. I could sense a wetness to her
panties and pantyhose from her previous leaks. And my hands being so close it
was real easy to shift them down to a position of comfort for her than she
could realize.

She struggled with the idea of sitting as she started to pee. With my arms
around her and her hands up and the whole situation of keeping the dress dry
and realizing it was pee in her panties either standing up or sitting down, she
and I fumbled together as she let go of her bladder. It started real fast and
while it filled her panties she gave one last effort to sit on the toilet. I
used my hands to help her down and that meant I pushed both hands into her
crotch and into the flow of the flood as it broke through the wall of cotton
panty and nylon pantyhose. And there she was sitting on the toilet, dress up to
her shoulders, panties and hose still on, peeing like a racehorse, leaning back
letting out an enormous sigh of relief and peeing all over my hands.

I looked her in the face and she kissed me as she was still peeing and then she
realized that she was peeing on my hands. It was a grateful kiss she said later
for helping her out of her pee soaked underwear, and all the time she
apologized for the pee. I explained that I had a rock hard penis the size of Mt
Rushmore in my pants since she first pulled up her dress in the car. She was
standing in the bathroom in just her bra, the only piece of clothing that was
dry, and after washing off the pee she asked me to pull off my pants. I did and
for the first time in years she got down on her knees and took me in her mouth.
She doesn't give bj's, whether it's a wife thing or a cum in the mouth thing,
but she kept at it and smiled as I pounded down a tremendous load into her
throat. She took it all in and swallowed with some gagging. Then while we were
caressing there in the bathroom, she took my limp dick in her hand and led me
to the bedroom saying how the evening wasn't over yet.