u/itsmyhydration

This is the second and third part of a retelling of a recent night with my wife.

This picks directly after Part 1, which can be found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/urinewords/s/01GVXblv6B

Part 2 is lesbian friendly - the narrator makes no mention/description of a man's body. It's squirty and wet, but not strictly about pee.

Part 3 is clearly hetero and much more pee focused. Part 3 is punctuated by a wall of % symbols if you're scrolling fast.

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Part 2:

...After that release, the pressure on your bladder has eased. But with how much water you've had, and how you keep sipping away on it, you know the fullness will come back soon enough.

You get up, take another drink of water and change position. At my direction, you rest your elbows on the hard back of the sofa, cup in hand, facing the wall, with your knees wide apart on the seat cushion, your butt raised, pointing outward presented to me.

You can't see me, but from my voice and sounds of my movement, you know I'm kneeling on the floor behind you. You feel my hands grab your hips firmly and my tongue softly lick from the middle of your right thigh up to your hip crease. Each lick moves a tiny bit closer to the center, like painting a fence. You can tell my tongue is eventually going to reach your pussy, but each time a long lick concludes without touching the sensitive area, it feels unfair. Like you're being denied something you deserve and desperately crave. The anticipation grows and your pussy starts to feel both numb and tingling at the same time as it sits there, exposed to the room, waiting for its turn to feel contact.

You have another drink and drop your head to look underneath yourself. You look past your breasts and grin, you feel so sensual and womanly with how big and heavy they look, hanging down, swaying as you adjust your knees. Between your legs, you can see a long string of pussy juice hanging, gooey and glistening in the glow from the television. It's like a strand of fresh spider web, swinging with the movement caused by each stroke of my tongue. You see the side of my face and neck moving up and down, getting ever closer but still not there. You reach down and catch the strand, then lift your fingers to check the source. It's soaking wet. Without a touch, it's drooling. You have another sip.

My hand takes yours and you feel your two fingers go into my mouth. It's warm and wet. I my tongue presses on your fingers as I slurp off all the slippery wetness, before continuing to tease your ass. You feel hot and sexy knowing that I want you so bad that I'll suck your pussy juice off your fingers.

The long stroking licks continue, I'm almost at the center. You feel the side of my face brushing against the outer skin of your pussy. "This is it, any second now he's going to start eating it" you think. On the up stroke, my hands pull your hips in tightly and I push my face into your ass and start tonguing your ass, wetly. It tickles at first - you can feel the tip of my tongue briefly tap-tap-tapping on your anus, just barely. Just barely turns into a throbbing, firm, pressure. As you finish your cup of water you think about how glad you are that you had a thorough shower and cleaned inside your asshole.

My hands press on your hips, spreading your soft, full ass apart, stretching your asshole wide and tight as I push my face in like I'm trying to smother myself. This allows my tongue to push right inside. It's not dipping in and out now, it's probing inside. You can feel it wriggling around, pushing and tickling. This surprising sensation almost makes you forget your numb pussy, until you feel me slip a finger inside it and the numbness gives way to all the nerves buzzing as they finally get the stimulation they were anticipating.

Now, your pussy is dripping wet and stuffed with a finger while my tongue tickles the walls the inside your ass. You can feel the finger slipping around so easily with how lubricated you are. I press up with my finger and down with my tongue at the same time, kind of pinching the wall between them. The pressure causes an unusual, but pleasant tickling feeling. The idea of being fingered and having your ass eaten at the same time feels so taboo and exciting. I put in a second finger and it slides in so easily, you whimper for a third. Now it's starting to feel very tight, in a good way.

You feel so dirty and kinky - you can't see anything and your ass is spread wide open. What would your dad say? What would your co-workers say? You feel vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, you're being pleasured and pampered by all this attention on your most private and sensitive parts. You decide to close your eyes tight and just experience it.

You feel warm, buzzing waves wash through your body each time my finger tip brushes your g-spot. With each press on the g spot, a small squirt comes out but you no longer care about wetting the towel or the sofa. With my fingers already inside you, I bring my thumb up and pull the hood of your clit over it, knowing that it would be too sensitive to touch it directly at this moment. With the hood between the clit and my thumb, I rub it in the small circular motions that I know you like. My other arm reaches up between your legs, catches a swaying breast and starts to softly pinch, stroke and pull on your nipple the same way that you do when you touch yourself, causing you to draw in a gasp. After building so much anticipation, you now find yourself being directly stimulated in four erogenous zones at once - your nipples, your clit, your asshole and your g-spot. It feels like your conscious brain has glitched and you're not thinking anymore, you feel like an object just passively experiencing these pleasurable sensations over and over, beyond your control.

The tension bubbles up and boils over and you shudder as you feel a large orgasm radiate out from your pelvis and sweep through your entire body. You feel immense pleasure and relief. At the same time, a big hot gush of liquid pours out of you. You drop your head again and look. Between your hanging breasts you can see rivulets running down my forearm, gathering before they drip off at the elbow. I withdraw my tongue and get to work lapping up every drop on my arm, licking all the way up to your pussy lips, which I lick completely clean. You fill your big cup with water and down the whole thing in one go.

End of part two. Part three follows below.

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Part three:

Now, you've already orgasmed in a big, wet, messy way and your body feels relaxed and comfortable. But you feel it has been too one sided, like you've had all the fun and I should get some too.

You ask me to lie on my back on the sofa and you climb on top in a 69 position.

Feeling a naughty pride over the effect your piss has on me, you relax your pelvic muscles and allow the contents of your bladder to flow out over my face and mouth. My hands reach up, grasp your hips and both thumbs start to press slowly, but firmly on your bladder. With each push you feel the power of the flow increase and you hear the sound of your pee noisily jetting out and splashing and bubbling with force into a mouth that's already full. It feels like a sports water bottle and it's blast out of the sipper cap when you squeeze. You enjoy the idea that someone is already drinking your pee yet still can't get enough, and is actively trying to squeeze it out of you! In your mouth you can feel how excited this makes me. My dick start to throb. My thumbs keep pumping on your bladder, each time forcing out a powerful jet. You can tell this overwhelming abundance of pee is sending me over the edge and you feel my dick explode in your mouth. The hot cum, which had been building for hours at this point, shoots out in one, two, three blasts. It's a little more than you were ready for, and some of spills out the corner of your mouth.

You love the feeling of having all your fluids eagerly and completely consumed, so you do the same and swallow everything and turn around to show me your open mouth - all clear, except the spilled part that's now running down your chin. At the same time, you hear me gurgling down the last of your pee, before licking up any remaking drops.

Satisfied, we lie there for about half an hour, embracing, spent and sweaty. After we have recovered somewhat, we go to the bathroom to shower together to rinse off the sweat, pee, saliva and cum before bed. However, while we wait a few seconds for the water to heat up, you realize that you've drunk so much that the sound of running water triggers the urge to pee again. "I need to pee. Do you want it? It's going to be a lot, I worry you can't take it." you ask, unsure. After all, you're already satisfied and willing to just pee in the shower and go to bed. "I do want it but I don't want to miss a drop. Hold on." I dash to the kitchen and you can see me at the counter, my naked ass holding an empty, colorless, 2 liter soda bottle with the label removed, and a pair of kitchen shears in the other hand. You see me cut off the bottom and bring it back to the bathroom. I sit on the floor with my back to the toilet, head back, using the lid like a pillow, with the bottle neck in my mouth. You understand what I'm getting at. You climb up, feet on the either side of my head, standing on the toilet seat lid. You squat down over this makeshift funnel. Since you're in the bathroom, on the toilet, the water is running and you're in a squatting position, it's the easiest and most natural thing in the world to just pee as if you just got home after a long car journey of desperately holding it,. The stream doesn't start small, it's sudden and powerful like a garden hose. There's a sharp rattling sound as it hits the empty plastic bottle. You rock forward slightly on the balls of your feet and look down to see my throat moving up and down like a pump as I drink. At first it's going straight down the hole, but I can't keep up with you and the bottle/funnel starts to fill up. You squeeze out the last few drops, shake the drips off your lips by wriggling the outside with your fingers and step off the toilet to watch. The see-through funnel is about half full of a clear, faintly tinted liquid. You're surprised by how much there is! Considering that I haven't stopped drinking, the total must be over a liter. You stand in the hot shower watching my throat pump up and down, gulping as thirstily as a man in a desert.. The waterline (pee line?) drops steadily, bit by bit, gulp by gulp. It takes less than a minute and nothing escapes. The sheer volume of it. You've never even seen me drink water or normal drinks this fast, or this hungrily. You shake your head in disbelief. Even though you peed during sex - but that was sex and anything goes in the heat of the moment. With post nut clarity, you can only think about how fucked up it is to watch me eagerly drink a whole bottle of your piss, rather than just letting you pee in the toilet or shower.

I grin and ask "Got any more?" You shake your head, think for a moment and say "No, but hold onto that funnel in case I wake during the night."

The end.

This is recalling an experience with my wife from last week, but I'm taking some artistic license writing it with a second person perspective - that of the woman. I don't know if it's going to work, and maybe for men, they might not like the POV.

Please give feedback or constructive criticism - good or bad. Or, tell me what I should do next time.

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There's been a pot of tea on the coffee table all evening, starting after you finished your shower and all through the movie. You've been drinking cinnamon-orange herbal tea all evening and you've already gone to pee twice during the film. The credits have just started to roll and I lean over, kiss you and gently lower you onto your back. As you lie there looking up at my face, you feel my hands pull down your underwear. The air is cooler, but not uncomfortably so. I flash you a grin and my head bobs down, out of view. You look up at the dimmed lights on the plain white ceiling as you feel my lips kiss around the creases where your thigh meets your pelvis. Small, light pecks punctuated by the odd lick. Some are short and playful, others are long and hungry. You enjoy the feeling, but at the back of your mind, you know you have a full bladder. You're not desperate or bursting, but there's a tingle there and you know it's going to become more urgent in about ten minutes.

As you lie there, you notice the short licks and kisses have completely given way to long, wide licks that push down so you can almost feel the texture of my tongue. After each hot, wet lick, your skin feels a coolness where the tongue was. You think how it's almost like a massage, except it is only in the areas normally covered by panties. Just like with a massage, you can feel your body relax and melt into the sofa.

Each stroke of my tongue inches closer to your pussy, building anticipation. Eventually the edges of my tongue start to brush the edges of your pussy lips. After stroke after stroke gradually worked closer, this faint contact feels like a tiny electric shock. You feel your pelvic muscles spasm with each touch. I stop for a moment to reposition and it feels like a cliffhanger.

You look down to see what interrupted you when you were just settling into a trance.

In a better position, I lower my head and start to lick long, deep strokes directly on top of your pussy. From your asshole to your clit my tongue is wide and soft, it covers everything, pushing the inner lips aside and pressing deep inside you. Every few strokes, you feel my tongue dip right inside and with a hooking motion, pressing on the inside front wall. Each time this happens, you feel little spurts slip out. With each spurt, you hear me audibly slurp before I continue to lick.

You tense up a little, suddenly worried that you might be making a mess and soaking the sofa cushion. You reach down and blindly feel around, searching for dampness with your hand, but you find it completely dry. Knowing there's nothing escaping, you relax about making a mess.

The rhythmic strokes, sucks and slurps are almost hypnotic and you are feeling very comfortable and very relaxed. You can feel your muscles start to release and a longer stream flows out in three pulses. You realize this isn't just squirting from stimulation, but that the tingle from before went to a knock on the door, and has grown into banging on the door!

"I need to pee." You say, calmly. You know this isn't going to need a disruptive trip to the bathroom.

I roll over and lie back on the sofa with my head raised on one of the cushions and a towel folded and laid on top. Just in case. You step one leg over to straddle my head and kneel down, looking into my eyes, as the rest of my face is covered by the soft, smooth skin of your cute, slightly bulging lower belly. Your public hair is shaved and the skin is dewy and moist, creating a water tight skin to skin seal with my face.

Unconcerned about spilling, you sit down with your full weight and relax. You feel an almost orgasmic relief of your bladder finally allowing it to flow out. Pressed against your inner thighs, you feel my jaw pumping up and down slightly as I gulp. You feel my warm tongue rolled, firm, and pressing right up against your urethra, holding it open. I switch between using my tongue like a straw inside my mouth, sucking out mouthfuls of pee, then swallowing them. You can hear the "tsssssshh" trickling sound of the stream flowing followed by the gurgle of each gulp going down my throat.

End of part 1