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My boyfriend Richard and I are middle-aged folks who enjoy sexual wetting as part of our foreplay. We might have been inhibited about "kinky stuff" when we were younger, but after a certain age .... Hey, anything that's harmless fun between two consenting adults is COOL.
We tried it in the bedroom but found it tedious always to be worrying about grabbing a towel or something to preserve bedspreads, carpets, and so on. Then I stood in the bathtub and cut loose, but we found it a bit too clinical for our tastes, not very spontaneous.
Now we have found something that REALLY turns us on. Though Richard lives in a small apartment, I have a little house with a nice backyard, and a fence high enough for a certain amount of privacy. We like to sit in the yard in the sunset, in plastic chairs (which wash off easier). We open a bottle of wine and enjoy a few romantic toasts as the sun goes down. He seldom drinks much. It was Shakespeare who said that wine makes men eager for sex but "takes away from the performance." Since Richard is in his fifties, we are pretty cautious about that. On the other hand, I always go ahead and drink enough to get hot and slutty as well as have a full bladder.
As the sun goes down, we crank up the romance. We say hot sweet things to each other. We begin to make out passionately and in great earnest, and when we reach the point of great arousal, I let go and pee in my pants.
We can hardly wait to get to the bedroom. Sometimes we hurry so fast we are almost tripping over each other. He gets as hard as he did when he was 19, and I feel like a full-on sex goddess.
Great fun.
We tried it in the bedroom but found it tedious always to be worrying about grabbing a towel or something to preserve bedspreads, carpets, and so on. Then I stood in the bathtub and cut loose, but we found it a bit too clinical for our tastes, not very spontaneous.
Now we have found something that REALLY turns us on. Though Richard lives in a small apartment, I have a little house with a nice backyard, and a fence high enough for a certain amount of privacy. We like to sit in the yard in the sunset, in plastic chairs (which wash off easier). We open a bottle of wine and enjoy a few romantic toasts as the sun goes down. He seldom drinks much. It was Shakespeare who said that wine makes men eager for sex but "takes away from the performance." Since Richard is in his fifties, we are pretty cautious about that. On the other hand, I always go ahead and drink enough to get hot and slutty as well as have a full bladder.
As the sun goes down, we crank up the romance. We say hot sweet things to each other. We begin to make out passionately and in great earnest, and when we reach the point of great arousal, I let go and pee in my pants.
We can hardly wait to get to the bedroom. Sometimes we hurry so fast we are almost tripping over each other. He gets as hard as he did when he was 19, and I feel like a full-on sex goddess.
Great fun.
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