My Wife's Best Friend, Marla parts 3 & 4

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This continues the first two parts, already posted.

My Wife's Best Friend, Marla

Part 3

Although, I’ve been working hard and not getting home as early as I wish, the money is there and life is pretty good. Candy pressed me really hard about six months ago to get her breasts redone and I decided, why not. Marla had hers made perfect before her divorce and I noticed it made her a lot more confident with her sexuality. Marla was doing things she wouldn’t normally have and Candy was now doing the same. I frequently watch my wife walking around the house in a unbuttoned blouse that is see-through or open, exposing a lot of cleavage. That never fails to get my attention.

Saturday, I needed to get the car serviced and Candy got up early, making coffee so we could have it out by the pool in the warm sun. She’d stuffed that beautiful butt of hers into a pair of yellow short shorts. They were made even more brief because the cuffs were neatly rolled so that her matching panties peaked out. When she brought the coffee tray out to the table where I was sitting, I couldn’t miss her sexy breasts jiggling inside one of my loose fitting white dress shirts. She handed me the morning paper, giving me a perfect view past her unbuttoned front before turning, to go back to the kitchen.

With her naughtiest voice, “I made us some sweet rolls and need to get them from the oven.”

I loved her “you can screw me now walk”, made even more so because of a pair of wedge sandals. I couldn’t help but notice the double crotch band of her panties pressing against her shorts. That same area was wet and it looked like my wife had peed a little while she'd been working in the kitchen.

“Honey, have you been dribbling in your panties?”

“I don’t know, why? Was all she could say and continued for the kitchen. I did notice that she reached around to pull her shorts away from her ass, but for some reason didn’t check for wetness. She knew.

I’d barely started on the front page when she returned with the rolls and sat in the chair across from me. I was just able to check that “V” area between her legs and noticed more wetness. I was sure that she was peeing, probably leaking a little at a time, since she likes playing her “hold it” games. When she sat she seemed to become immediately engulfed in a People magazine, while I continued with the paper. The news only half occupying my mind, the other half thinking of, well….

“Baby, I couldn’t help but notice the little yellow stain between your legs. You’re doing it in your panties aren’t you?”

She didn’t even look up, just saying something like, “ I guess, why, oh don’t worry about it? Sometimes these little things just happen”.

The thought of that little half circle of wetness surrounding her puss kept bouncing around in my mind. What was she doing to me?

I returned to the present when I heard a dripping sound that suggested something had spilled. I looked at the table. The coffee was in order and Candy was still reading her magazine, but the dripping continued. Our eyes met.

“What are you doing”, I implored.

“Nothing, why what’s the matter?” she replied.

A side glance under the table confirmed my suspicions and I quickly devised a plan. “Oh well, I need to get going if I’m going to get the car done,” I lied. “Stand up and give me a kiss.”

When she uncrossed her legs to stand I was able to get a new look at her shorts. Her crotch was quite wet. The little bitch had sat there right in front of me and peed herself. I grabbed her, giving her one of those deep long kisses that could only mean that I needed one thing. My right hand moved to her ass crack further confirming what I already knew. I used the same hand to reach for and release the back zipper on her shorts, while pulling her pants and panties down her legs in one motion. I just had to have her.

I wish I could have taken more time but I needed to get the car in. I came in her almost to quickly while only saying, “we’ll finish this later.” She said something like “I hope so” as I watched her wiggle her wet pants and panties back up her legs and snug them back into place. I knew that they were now not only wet with pee but would collect and hold my cum as it leaked from her.

Luckily the car servicing went quickly and I returned just before noon. I found her still in the backyard vacuuming the pool in the same shorts and white shirt that I’d left her in. The wetness in her yellow short shorts had nearly dried, but the resultant stain circling her puss made it only too obvious that she’d totally peed in them.

“Oh, honey, I’m glad your back. Marla is on her way over and we are having a pool party this afternoon. Do you think we can be ready in time? I really don’t think I’m going to have enough time to change and be dressed.”

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My Wife's Best Friend, Marla, part 4

Part 4

Candy quickly finished with the pool, while I finished straightening things around the house. The place was nearly ready, so we decided that if we both went to the store, the shopping would go much faster. I couldn’t resist opening the car’s passenger door for my wife, using my right hand to feel her beautiful, little, round butt. She likes it when I do that. Running my middle index finger along her bottom crack, I verified that she was still a bit wet. I don’t know how the rest of you feel about it, but shopping in the grocery store with a sexy women that has recently wet her pants, can keep you really excited. Especially when other customers peek past the tails of a shirt that doesn't quite cover her ass, all the while they're watching with a look of quiet astonishment.

We returned in less than a half hour. Pulling back into the driveway Candy recognized a new Toyota. “It looks like Marla and Lisa are here, they said they would bring most of the party supplies.”

Now, I had only heard about Lisa from the girls and had never met her, but this blonde was just as much of a stunner as Marla. Both had dressed quite nicely for our pool party. Marla was wearing another one-piece swimsuit, only this one was an orange cotton twill, matching her long, auburn hair. I guess my previous comments about how hot she looked in that style must have registered. You could easily see through the knit sweater she was wearing for a top. Her breasts nearly spilling out of the suit and if I had to guess, it was none to big for her. Marla was also wearing a tiny little skirt that hid nothing. That beautiful ass of hers was constantly peeking out below the hem. Once Lisa removed a pair of very brief shorts she also looked quite beautiful in a red bikini, one of the newer styles with a full bottom and strings that tied at the sides. The wedge sandals both girls were wearing only accentuated their tight little butts.

Party preparations dominated our conversation as we stood around the pool. The girls thought that we should prepare the food in the kitchen and move it to buffet tables by the pool deck. While all the discussion was going on, Candy kept tugging her shorts loose from around her crotch and I’m afraid it was finally too much for Marla.

“It looks like somebody’s wet her pants. Candy, honey, are they getting a little uncomfortable? Maybe you should go in and change before everyone arrives. Besides aren’t you wearing a swimsuit like the rest of us?”

We all watched as my smiling wife turned and wiggled that cute, damp bottom of hers toward the house. Lisa giggled.

“I don't believe her, even though she is nearly thirty-five years old, she still wets her pants. Oh well, I guess when your sexy enough, some girls get to do that.”

Just then Marla’s and my eyes met, a naughty smile crossing her face. I couldn’t help but glance down at the orange fabric peeking out from under her tiny skirt, wondering if there was any chance. Her swimsuit was double lined in the crotch, but I also noticed the outline of a metal ring pressing against the fabric. I think our girl had recently obtained some new jewelry. I new this was going to merit watching.

Pool parties are interesting because of how little the pool gets used. I think that the ladies spend so much time wanting to just look beautiful that they will do anything to avoid getting wet. This one was no exception. A few of the guys went in, but the women seemed to stay in lounge chairs or on stools around our bar. The alcohol kept flowing; with margaritas, martinis and tequila drinks being the most popular. I love seeing the ladies going after the tequila because it usually acts like a truth serum. What’s more, my wife nearly always dribbles in her pants, since she usually gets carried away with the stuff.

Speaking of Candy, she was acting the part of a perfect hostess. I watched her coming down the patio stairs in all her beauty and sexiness. She had changed into a white, high cut, full bottom bikini and knit turtleneck top, that just reached the bottom of her breasts. The matching four-inch heels she was wearing accentuating all of her curves. What a sight. In fact, all of the ladies present were nothing short of gorgeous and I was lucky enough to have the rest of the afternoon and evening to take in all their frolicking behavior. I love it when everyone is having fun.

All parties however, need to end and ours was no exception. By ten o’clock that evening I was feeling little pain and the liquor had taken its inebriating toll on many of the lady guests. Marla and I had been making eye contact throughout the evening, usually accompanied by a smile. This time there was a difference. I walked by as she and Lisa sat on their lounges. Marla was sitting cross-legged when we made eye contact. She not only smiled, but winked. I was intrigued. I also couldn’t help but notice that her skirt was not hiding the obviously wet crotch of her swimsuit. It wasn’t a large stain but it was clear that she'd, as I almost expected, peed during our party.

In fact, as I watched, the wetness surrounding her puss started to glisten and I noticed a steady stream of pee fall through her chair to the grass beneath. She was right there, among her friends, peeing on herself, just as casually and as though it was nothing. I don’t think anyone else even noticed or would have cared. The stream slowed and then stopped. She continued smiling while straightening her legs and leaning back in the lounge. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this new release. Because of the way she was sitting on the lounge, with her legs crossed at her ankles, I realized that her pee hadn't wet the area around her crotch that much, but must have really soaked her ass. I really needed to see her butt, just hoping she would eventually stand and mingle with the other guests.

The party was breaking up and Marla and Lisa volunteered to stay and help with the housekeeping, mostly because they were staying the night. We didn’t get far before deciding to put it off until tomorrow and enjoy a last drink. Candy and I joined our two friends, where they were sitting and discussed what had transpired during the evening. Actually, I listened, since I was still breathless and found it very difficult to stop staring at the wetness in Marla’s swimsuit. Besides, I was pretty sure the stain surrounding the cleft of her puss was mostly for my benefit. She finally stood next to her lounge, slipping on her wedge sandals, before proceeding over to the bar to refill her glass. While it wasn't overly obvious that she'd peed herself when she was standing in front of me, once I saw her wet ass, well. The obvious inverted “U” shaped stain covering her butt and centering on her ass crack was really from both times she'd peed. It was almost a wetting within a wetting.

When she returned I was again faced with the mystery of what she'd done. I just found her recently found practice of simply urinating in her swimsuit so fascinating. There was no doubt that her sexy little clit ring had gotten a thorough soaking too. By now, I wasn’t the only one staring.

Candy finally caught on, saying, “Marla, honey, did you pee?”

Marla promptly replied, “So, I’m not the only one, you do it. Besides, I would've needed to completely undress, just to pee. What’s a girl supposed to do when she’s having a good time? Did anyone say anything?”

Because of the way she was standing in front of us, we couldn't help but stare at her crotch. She must have peed a bit more while standing at the bar because wetness now wicked into more of her swimsuit and was now rounded over her love mound, beginning on each leg opening and reaching several inches above her little slit. The insides of her legs were wet and fresh wetness surrounded the impression of her clit ring. The way she was standing made it all the easier to look. I’m sure she was finding the attention intoxicating.

Candy said it best, “Come on back and sit down. Before long, I’ll probably be joining you.”

I love pool parties. Anyone else like them?

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Thanks for these great recollections. I'm reminded of an incident from my long-ago past.

In the early '70's, while living in Tucson in an apartment close to the campus and, naturally, popular with young people, I was dating one gal who lived there with a roommate. The roommate was a townie and had a friend who was knock-out hot and absolutely beautiful. The hottie had just graduated from high school, while my GF and her roommate were between freshman and sophomore years at the U of A.

I've never been good at concealing my lustful looks at gorgeous, sexy women, much to the chagrin of my partners, and the younger townie, whom I'll call Valerie, was definitely one I couldn't keep from drooling over.

Well one night I was vegetating over TV with my GF, when the roommate and Val, who had been out to a movie, returned to the apartment. Val was wearing jeans shorts and, to my surprise and delight there was a big wet spot in her crotch and, in the manner you've described--that unmistakable inverted U on her derriere.

Needless to say, I was having no success focusing on anything else in the room. The conversation quickly revealed what had happened. They had left the theater with Val needing to pee but not wishing to wait in line for a spot in the restroom there. Once into the car, they started recapitulating scenes from the movie (I don't recall the title, but it was a comedy). Somehow Val became hysterical with laughter and simply lost control of her bladder, soaking the car seat as well as her butt.

I was rampant with lust, but since my GF was present, didn't dare approach Val with lascivious intentions. I made love with my GF, who knew of and shared my interest in wet pants, a couple of times after Val left for home having changed into some dry pants.

About a week later, I was privileged to catch a ride with Val. The driver's side seat in her car had a very visible pee ring, which prompted a conversation that turned erotic when she admitted that she had enjoyed peeing her pants. We were alone, and one thing led to another before the night was over. It was my only chance to be with her because she went away to college a few weeks later, and I married my GF that winter.