Question for Vic

[Maria]

Just in the interest of starting a fun intelligent discussion:

Does Marie only wet in the bedroom or does she ever do it in public?

How about the rest of you guys? Anyone with a wife or gf who isn't afraid to get sexy in front of other people?

[Vic]

Hi! Actually, we've only had wet play IN bed twice in our 25+ year marriage (due to hassle of clean-up).
If by "in public", you mean outdoors other that at our home, yes, a pretty fair number of times.
If by "in public", you mean in view of others, maybe 6 or 7 times, only maybe 3 on purpose.
I've posted before of our first time, but that was on the old board, & it may not be readily found.
The short version is- It was a week after our wedding. We had to postpone our honeymoon (Marie's grandmother DIED while we were having our wedding reception- yes, really. Her grandmom wasn't present, but that's the timing of when it happened). We were now on indefinite hold for our honeymoon (it wound up being 11 YEARS later!!). I spend my sexless wedding night in the hospital chapel room with my grieving new bride & new in-laws.
Once a week had passed (& all the funeral stuff) we decided to just stay in town & have some low-key quality time for us. We had been to a Sunday brunch, and followed it with a walk on the local "greenway", a long linear park & hike/bike path, with the river on one side & a highway on the other.
The greenway was brand new then, and since it passed through a downtown area considered not-so-safe by many local people (it was actually fine), there were no shrubs or plantings where a mugger could hide.
It was a beautiful late spring day. after we'd walked maybe 30-40 minutes, her multiple iced tea refills began kicking in FAST. Marie told me we needed to turn around & head back to the parking lot & restrooms. About 10 minutes into the return trip, she was becoming truly desperate. She was wearing lightweight capri pants, and couldn't just drop them in full view of the roadway.
Her eyes tearing up, through clenched teeth, she exhaled hard, said "I'm not gonna make it."
There were other people maybe a city block away, walking towards us.
There was a concrete slab bench near, I sat down & pulled onto my lap, facing me.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Marie exclaimed. "I TOLD YOU I'M ABOUT TO LOSE IT!!"
I replied- "HONEY! I can't FIX THIS, but we can face it together!!"
I pulled her closer on my lap, looked in her eyes- & said- "It's OK..".
My Dear new wife clenched her eyes shut, slightly bit her lower lip. She breathed a sigh of relief, and a split second later, our laps were flooded. Astonishing how hot & how fast it was.
I whispered- "Look at me"...
My beloved opened her eyes, (still gushing hot pee) and then realized from my look (and the "contours" of my shorts!) that I was massively aroused, rather than having the disgust she had feared.
As she finished, she gave me two small "schooches" forward in my lap. We embraced, kissed deeply, then made our way hand-in-hand back toward the car.
We strolled non-chalantly past the oncoming group of people, Marie's light capri pants soaked to translucence, my jean shorts obviously dark & drenched, both our pairs of canvas deck shoes squishing with each step.
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Thanks for asking- it's been quite a while since I've savored that memory. Life has sort of not been so good to us lately- I'm hoping that will change & that we'll have some more wet fun before too long.
Best Wishes- Vic

[quietpr11]

That's an incredibly sweet story, Vic!

I enjoyed it immensely...particularly imagining myself in your place and my fiance in your wife's place and wondering how she would react in that situation.

Was she interested in wet fun before you got married or did experiences like this one make her realize that it could be fun?

[Maria]

Thanks for that lovely story, Vic. What I like most about it is the fact that it’s very romantic. It’s the romance that appeals to a woman’s sensibilities.

I have a romantic story of my own that I will share. When I was in my twenties and living in L.A., I started dating a guy named Jerry. He was a very kinky guy. This was before the Internet days. Kinksters contacted each other by purchasing cheaply printed “local singles” guides at adult bookstores. When he first took me inside one of those stores and confessed that he liked to buy such magazines in order to meet women, I just about ran away and told him I didn’t want to see him anymore. But my curiosity got the better of me. I had grown up as such a “good girl” with my father always pressuring me to study hard, dress decently, and not be like those other low-rider Chicana sluts from the barrio in their panty-revealing mini-skirts. Now that I was on my own, I recognized that I had another side to me, and it was a side that needed to be explored. So I stayed with “Kinky Jerry.” He was always asking me if I had kinky desires and fetishes, but I was too shy to talk about it. One night at his house, he got me kind of drunk and I told him about some incidents which had happened when I was 11 or 12 and my two brothers had wrestled me to the ground, tickling me until I wet my pants in front of their friends. I told Jerry that the incidents had felt “heart-poundingly strange,” but that I now recognized that the “strangeness” had actually been a form of sexual arousal.

Well, Jerry wasn’t the least bit interested in any form of water sports, but he was into kink in general, and he kept urging me to “go ahead and express yourself.” Of course I said, “No way!”

One night we went to a porno theater. This was just before home videos pretty much pushed those smelly old theaters into extinction, so I won’t mention how old I was, since that would really date me! I had never been inside a place like that, but I knew that other girls had been curious enough to accompany their boyfriends. They all said it made them a bit nervous to be “the only girl in the place,” and they all said that porn films were boring, but they were glad they did it because their boyfriends all got really horny over their “naughty behavior,” so I told Jerry I wanted to know what it was like. He said, “I really love it when you act like a slut!”

We went to a place on Reseda Blvd, which was the heart of the porn industry at that time. I figured that if I was going to act like a floozy, I might as well look like one, so I wore a midriff-baring bright pink camisole and black spandex pant that were tight enough to cause a hernia. I was wearing white nylon panties underneath, which is a detail I am sure you all want to know. I had consumed a really gigantic coke at Pink Burger before we went down there, and I had to pee so bad that my eyes were turning yellow. On the screen, two people were screwing to the sound of some extremely boring music, so I leaned over to Jerry and said I had to pee but was afraid to wander around a porn theater alone, so would he please come with me? There was no danger of losing our seats, as the place was less than half full – they were already losing their audience to the home video industry.

But instead of walking me to the toilet, Jerry kept whispering in my ear and saying, “Why don’t you just express yourself?” I told him there was no way in hell I was going to do that, and as I fidgeted and squirmed, almost bursting now, he kept saying, “Come on, Maria. You know it’s what your heart desires.” I said that was true but I didn’t think I could do it, and he just kept saying, “Don’t be afraid, honey. I’m with you. I love you. I want you to be yourself.”

So I surrendered and tried to relax. It took less than a minute for the floodgates to burst. I swear to God I peed all the way down to the floor and completely flooded my tight spandex pants and white nylon panties.

You can imagine the hoots and hollers I got from the drunks and bums in the theater when the lights came on about half an hour later. Jerry walked me down the aisle with his arm around me. He leaned over and kissed me in front of everyone to show that he was supportive of what I had done. He just kept whispering, “It’s okay, baby, don’t be afraid.”

Of course, once we got out onto Reseda Blvd, the whole world could see me. Our car was parked right there on the street. There was no way to avoid being seen. He took me in his arms, held me close, and kissed me long and passionately so that everyone could see that he loved me. He looked me in the eye, and anyone passing by could have heard him say, “There’s nothing in the world more beautiful than a woman who has the courage to express her true sexual nature.”

Well, it’s true enough that for the first time in my life I felt like I had reached authentic sexual maturity, for I had indeed expressed my real inner nature for the first time, and I knew that this was “the real me.”

But I still find it difficult to “just let go” in public. Now that I have a supportive partner who thinks it’s a huge turn-on, I hope to be able to do it more often.

[Vic]

To quietpr11- Actually, my Dear Marie is quite a free spirit, and I'M the one who is "conflicted", due my very conservative upbringing. She loves to good-naturedly tease & taunt me, loves to watch me sweat as I overcome my inhibitions.
She does NOT, however, enjoy actual accidents, like what was happening to her on our walk I posted about.
Despite us being together for over 3 years before marrying, neither one of us had brought up the topic of wet play before that walk.

To Maria- I much enjoyed reading your post! A great tale, well presented. From the clues you wrote, I'm guessing we're about the same age, or you may be a few years younger. Congrats on you current, supportive, partner!
Best Wishes- Vic

[Maria]

I agree with your wife, Vic. I don't like "genuine accidents" either. If people are going to laugh at me behind my back and point at me, I don't want them to be saying things like, "Look at that poor old thing! Just a few gray hairs and she already has bladder control problems!" If they're going to snigger at me, I would rather have them say, "Look what she did! Can you believe it? What a PERVERT!"

I know how it feels to grow up in a repressive environment, too. Believe me, as soon as I moved out of my parents' house, the very first thing I did was exactly what they had always told me not to do: Cruise down Whittier Blvd with some low-riders while wearing a denim skirt so short that you could see my underwear.

I have another story. I was with "kinky Jerry" for nine years, but we split up amicably when he got the job offer of a lifetime. Unfortunately, it was in Chicago and there was no way this L.A. chica was going to someplace so cold that they call it "the windy city." After that, all his friends back in L.A. wanted to date me. Like I said, that crowd was into "singles magazines" and porn, so I had already heard plenty of sleazy conversations. I knew of one guy who sometimes mentioned water sports that he did with his girlfriends. When he asked me out, it turned into a "wet date." I will try to get that story together a bit later.

[Vic]

Maria, looking forward to your next story..

Hi- Chicago is about 300 miles north of us. A great city, to be sure, (I have family living there) but it is SO totally not for us.
As far as people laughing at a wetting accident, Marie was WAY less concerned about that at the time, as contrasted to the intrinsic loss of "personal control", especially when she was a mid-20's age newlywed!
Her MAIN worry was how her (then) brand-new husband (me) would react to the situation.
It turned out very well for us both!
I look forward to more postings from you-
THANKS!- Vic

[Maria]

Another thing Richard and I really get off on is when I can get away with doing it in public without being seen.

On Sunday we went to a crafts fair. I told him I had to pee and began to head for the bathroom. He took me by the arm and said, "What does a girl like you need a bathroom for?"

The fair was in a park with lots of trees, and I was wearing a loose, flowing skirt, so I snuck behind a tree while Richard stood guard, and I just let go.

We walked through the fair hand in hand, looking at all the exhibits, and because of my long skirt, no one could tell that my panties were soaked.

That was fun.

[PP1]

Since I'm following and enjoying your back-and-forth, I wanted to reciprocate and hope you'll enjoy this note.

The first time my current wife peed her pants for me was after an evening out our for joint birthdays and first anniversary (we're Leos who married in August) ten years ago. She had a knee-length white dress and bikini cotton panties. As we made our way to the car, she stopped in the parking lot and emptied her bladder through her panties while standing akimbo.

I went nuts and made sure she knew I appreciated the show when we got home.

Mostly we keep it private, which I actually prefer because it allows for immediate intimacy, but she's had one pretty large accident in public and numerous leaks while sneezing or rushing home in the car.

These result in a damp crotch and erotic odor that we both like and the dessert is always fine.

[Maria]

Thanks.

Since some of us agree that youtube is boring and would rather talk about human experience, I will try to keep coming up with questions and issues that we can actually discuss. So my question this time is:

Had you spoken with her previously about this fetish?

Or did she just cut loose and blow your mind?

One of the dumbest things I ever read was Nancy Friday's interpretation of this fetish in the book "Men in Love." She focused entirely on the desperation aspect and perceived it in a typically feminist way as an attempt to control and humiliate women.

At the same time, the real life episodes described in her book usually portrayed the woman as the instigator -- which is why her interpretation didn't make any sense.

I suspect this happens more often than not. In the few relationships I've had that involved this fetish, I have always been the instigator.

So had you told your wife that you were into this, and she blew your mind by complying right there in the parking lot? Or was it her idea and a complete surprise to you?

[quietpr11]

Ugh...Friday's book is HORRID...she has a real ax to grind against men - every fetish is about men having some evil desire to subvert, control or otherwise render women less valuable. UGH...worst book I ever read on human sexuality.

[PP1]

Maria: A few months prior, I'd told her about being turned on my entire life by women wetting their pants. She said she'd had a couple of accidents before we met and got a kind of twinkle in her eyes during the telling, so I knew she was intrigued by the idea of intentional wetting. She also talked about wetting the bed a couple of times in her adult life, and it was obvious by her facial expression that that excited her as well.

I never put any pressure on her to wet her pants either in public or in private. A short time later, the birthday present just came out of the blue. On the drive home, she said she'd been planning it for a while.

Intentional, erotic wettings became and continue to be frequent eleven years on in our life. She gets as tuned-on as I do, which is to say our orgams arrive hard and fast. Whether it's my reaction or the actual wetting that gets her hotter, I cannot be sure.

[Maria]

Since I'm following and enjoying your back-and-forth, I wanted to reciprocate and hope you'll enjoy this note.

The first time my current wife peed her pants for me was after an evening out our for joint birthdays and first anniversary (we're Leos who married in August) ten years ago. She had a knee-length white dress and bikini cotton panties. As we made our way to the car, she stopped in the parking lot and emptied her bladder through her panties while standing akimbo.

I went nuts and made sure she knew I appreciated the show when we got home.

Mostly we keep it private, which I actually prefer because it allows for immediate intimacy, but she's had one pretty large accident in public and numerous leaks while sneezing or rushing home in the car.

A few months prior, I'd told her about being turned on my entire life by women wetting their pants. She said she'd had a couple of accidents before we met and got a kind of twinkle in her eyes during the telling, so I knew she was intrigued by the idea of intentional wetting. She also talked about wetting the bed a couple of times in her adult life, and it was obvious by her facial expression that that excited her as well.

I never put any pressure on her to wet her pants either in public or in private. A short time later, the birthday present just came out of the blue. On the drive home, she said she'd been planning it for a while.

What a sweet story. A few comments...

A couple of “incidents” in earlier years? Even some adult bedwetting? And she can let go in a parking lot with the ease of an infant? Honey bunny, it sounds like she was just “bursting” to meet a guy like you. And by the way, when a gal gets all dressed up just exactly like Marilyn on the subway grate, she’s probably trying to tell you that it’s Fantasy Fulfillment Time.

I don’t find it unusual that she took the initiative. Guys are always sending me personal messages from this site and telling me their life stories, and in about 75% of the real life stories I have heard, it’s the woman who is the instigator. I am not sure why.

But it sure is interesting... Guys come to sites like this, hoping to find the one girl who isn’t flamed off by the jerks, and they never do. So they sign up for some social network site based on fetishes, find some wetters, and it turns out they live halfway across the planet. Or every now and then they set up a real life meeting with someone only to discover that the fetish is the only thing they have in common and they have absolutely nothing to talk about. Then comes the day when you’re dating the girl from your office, you get just tipsy enough to confess your deepest secret, and suddenly life is a wonderland.

Here is how it happened with me and Richard. He went to a concert once when he was about 19. It was a group known for its rowdy and raucous fans and their crazy behavior – can’t remember the name. It was totally not his scene – he plays classical piano. But he had a stiff one for the girl, so he took her where she wanted to go. It was festival style so everybody was standing up. He was standing about 30 feet behind some big fat blonde who must have been pushing 40. She got all rowdy and carried away and flooded her jeans and didn’t give a damn. He shot the wad so hard that he barely had anything left over for his date.

For years he never mentioned it. He was too afraid. He and I met as members of the local Sierra Club, going on group hikes. We liked each other and became hiking buddies. Then we became lovers. One summer day we were romping in the Rockies and I said I really, really had to pee but didn’t know where to go because there were so many other hikers on that trail. I danced the pee-pee dance and eventually dashed off into the trees. I got the distinct impression that he was aroused. But I can be a bit shy as well so I was cautious. A month or two later I pulled a deliberate stunt, knocked back a whole thermos of iced tea in about 15 minutes and said I was just about to wet my pants. I made a big deal about it. This time I had no doubt in my mind that he was about to go nuts. There was a real pup tent in his britches, to be sure. I dashed behind the trees again, but knew I would have to instigate something real, like your wife did in the parking lot.

Well, by then the summer was fading. We had a very early snowfall. That was my opportunity to dress up in big thick snow pants – the kind that require hard labor to get all the buttons undone, the clasps unclasped, and so on. I was stacking the deck. Let’s stack it farther, I thought. Before we even met for the hike, I knocked back about 2 liters of water. I had a giant sized thermos from Wal-Mart that I filled with hot tea. Because of all the water, I was already about to bust when we got to the trail head. During the first half hour of our trek through the snow, I drank the whole thermos. What a set-up!

I told him I was going to either die or pee in my pants if I couldn’t relieve myself right away. His eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. Just then, we were crossing a frozen stream that was half covered in thick snow banks. Beyond it there was a grove of blue spruce. I thought this was perfect. How easy would it be to slip on the ice but fall in the snow without hurting myself? Really easy. I kept whining about how bad I had to pee and complaining how the aspens were winter barren and provided no cover if other hikers came along. On our way back, we were approaching my specially selected spot. I hollered out that I had to go right now or else lose it, even started unbuttoning and unclasping my pants as I dashed for the blue spruce. I hit the ice, let myself slip, flew through the air, and landed in a snow bank.

Let me tell you, I didn’t have to try for it. It just happened as soon as my butt hit the ground. Even such a minor shock going through my body opened up the flood gates and I relinquished all bladder control. Didn’t stop till I was empty, either. Wow, I was totally soaked, I can tell you that much! And he was hard as a rock. Admitted to it right then and there.

We sure did hurry to finish that hike and get back to his house. By the way, that’s one of the few times I was seen in public by other people. Even in the dead of winter, there were other hikers on the trail, and there was definitely no disguising what I had done.

Good for you. Good for your wife. Good for me.

[PP1]

Thanks for your enlightening comments, Maria. I'm sure you're right on by saying my wife, who's from Brazil, wanted to experiment with wetting after getting aroused by one of her accidents or bedwetting episodes. It seems a natural extension of her sexuality.

By what I can infer from your posts, my wife is a few years younger than you, and I'm a few years older. Even though I cannot run with the stallions anymore we still get highly aroused whenever she wets her pants. So, like you and your beau, we're enjoying ourselves to the max.

[Vic]

PP1- As long as you are drawing in air, you can "run with the stallions"!
Keep running, keep posting!
Thanks!- Vic