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I never really thought of my bf Richard as that much of a fetishist. Okay, if I am a bit tipsy and have to pee, he has been known to tickle me and make me wet my pants, but he's definitely not the only middle-aged guy in this world who will admit to getting a hard-on when the wife or gf has a bit of an accident.
But I still never mentioned this fetish of ours because I was afraid to, like most of us.
Friday night we went to a concert at the gazebo in the plaza. As we were walking back to his house, I really needed to go. He said, "We could turn around and go back to one of the hotels by the plaza." I said I thought I could make it, so we went on.
When I said I had to go even more strongly and wondered if I could make it, he surprised the daylights out of me by saying, "Well, don't torture yourself. If you gotta go, you gotta go."
I was in shock, but said I would try to make it to his house. About five minutes later, I said, "Let's go down the side streets because I'm not sure I can make it." He shocked me again by saying that it was okay to just do whatever I had to do.
My fetish instincts took over and I knew I was going to do it. We reached the little park by the river. You can follow the river trail all the way to his house and there are no streetlights beneath the trees by the river, so I was safe from the eyes of strangers. As soon as we were in the dark beneath the trees, I said, "I'm not going to make it."
He said, "That's okay, don't feel bad about it."
The truth is that I am fairly sure I could have made it, but by that time my fetish self had taken over, and I just had to know what would happen, so I stopped, right there, and just unloaded into my big white nylon full briefs.
It was a very squishy walk home.
He didn't jump on me with lust, but he definitely didn't seem disgusted either.
Now I am confused. Was he simply being realistic rather than forcing me to suffer the agony of desperation? Was he walking around with a stiff one but didn't want to say so because he thinks it's too kinky?
How I wish I knew!!!
But I still never mentioned this fetish of ours because I was afraid to, like most of us.
Friday night we went to a concert at the gazebo in the plaza. As we were walking back to his house, I really needed to go. He said, "We could turn around and go back to one of the hotels by the plaza." I said I thought I could make it, so we went on.
When I said I had to go even more strongly and wondered if I could make it, he surprised the daylights out of me by saying, "Well, don't torture yourself. If you gotta go, you gotta go."
I was in shock, but said I would try to make it to his house. About five minutes later, I said, "Let's go down the side streets because I'm not sure I can make it." He shocked me again by saying that it was okay to just do whatever I had to do.
My fetish instincts took over and I knew I was going to do it. We reached the little park by the river. You can follow the river trail all the way to his house and there are no streetlights beneath the trees by the river, so I was safe from the eyes of strangers. As soon as we were in the dark beneath the trees, I said, "I'm not going to make it."
He said, "That's okay, don't feel bad about it."
The truth is that I am fairly sure I could have made it, but by that time my fetish self had taken over, and I just had to know what would happen, so I stopped, right there, and just unloaded into my big white nylon full briefs.
It was a very squishy walk home.
He didn't jump on me with lust, but he definitely didn't seem disgusted either.
Now I am confused. Was he simply being realistic rather than forcing me to suffer the agony of desperation? Was he walking around with a stiff one but didn't want to say so because he thinks it's too kinky?
How I wish I knew!!!
But then again I love to see a woamn with a load of poop in her panty. You especially Maria.
Will it help if I answer the front door in my underwear with a bottle of wine in my hand?
as we would probably never get out od the doorway after you shut it
)
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