Pissing

The link opens a new page that describes what you are expected to request from Cassie. It has some text to memorize and present to her, along with some suggested scripts and guidelines to try to follow. It closes with "Remember the rules!".

The next morning during breakfast, you decide to break the news to her. Your heart is beating hard, not because you care about the request, but because you care about your relationship. You love this woman and don't want to drive her away.

"Cassie," you start. "I have a kind of embarrassing question to ask you."

She looks up from her cereal. "Is it why you suck at video games?" she asks.

"No, I'm being serious," you reply. "It's hard for me, let's not joke about it."

Cassie looks over at you and her eyes soften and she gives a small smile. The smile you fell in love with.

"I have a sort of... well... fetish," you say, from memory. "It's something I've fantasized about for many years, but never done. And, now that we're getting married, I thought I should clear the air. It's something I would dearly like to do with you, but I would understand if you did not want to."

There. Part 1 is done.

"Ok," says Cassie. "You have my attention. I can tell how important this is to you, and I'm sorry I was joking about it. If I had known, I wouldn't have. I think you're being very brave, bringing this up, and I respect that. You can tell me what it is. I can't promise I will take part in it, but I can promise I will not mock you, or respect you any less." She reaches across the table with both hands and grasps yours, and then looks directly into your eyes.

"For years now, when I pee, I feel a brief sexual thrill. It's short, but very intense. I've heard of people who do this kind of thing, you know? And I have wanted to try it."

"No, sweetheart," she says. "What sort of thing exactly?"

"I would like to pee on you," you say. "And not just on you, but specifically all over your face, then maybe followed by your breasts, or your hair, or your pussy."

"I see," she says, sitting back. She takes her hands back. "I guess you picture doing this in the shower? And me kneeling down?"

"Yes," you reply, "just like that."

A quizzical look passes over her face. Please say no. "I've heard worse things," she begins. Oh no. "Can I keep my mouth closed? And my eyes?"

The script provided an answer for that, and you repeat it "Oh yes, of course."

"And this sexual thrill," she follows up. "I guess you might get aroused? So then what?"

Again you follow the script and say, "Then I'll masturbate in the shower, just like always."

"Well, ok, why not! I always say, you can try anything once! How about we do it now? Do you need to go?"

You weren't ready for such a quick turnaround, but you do have to go. "Yes," you say, making sure to fake a big grin so she believes you really want it.

Cassie leads you upstairs to the bedroom, where she disrobes. She really is a beauty. You also disrobe. As she walks into the bathroom, she turns back and gives you a big grin. She starts the shower running and adjusts the temperature.

Suddenly your bladder feels unusually full. Normally you would pee while she gets in to wash, but now you have to hold it for another minute. The minute seems to last forever.

Finally she steps in and you see the water cascade down over her head, her face, and her breasts. "Come on in, silly!" she says.

You step in, and she leans in close to you. Her breasts press against your chest, and she gives you a loving kiss on the mouth. She guides you so that you are standing under the spray of the shower, then kneels in front of you.

She tilts her head back until her face is pointed toward yours, and she is looking deep into your eyes. "How's this?" she smiles.

"Good!" you reply.

She shuts her eyes tightly and then says, "Let 'er rip!" And with a small laugh she shuts her lips tightly as well.

You've never been too comfortable peeing in front of another person, let alone peeing on another person. Still, the stakes are high, so you close your eyes and try to relax. After a deep breath or two, the flow comes.

You open your eyes and immediately direct the stream to Cassie's lovely face. This isn't your first pee of the day, so the urine is reasonably clear. You know there won't be much of it, though, so you work quickly, first covering her features, and then her breasts. There isn't much left, and her hair is already wet, so you direct the final bursts of pee down to her crotch. A couple of drops remain and, remembering the instructions, you shake these onto her face.

Suddenly you realize that, to keep up the charade, you must appear to be aroused. You massage your cock quickly to get an erection, and then say, "All done."

Cassie reaches up and wipes her eyes and lips, then looks up at you. "That wasn't so bad!" she says with a smile. "I can barely even smell it!" Then she sees your erection and says, "How about we both get off in the shower? You do yours and I'll do mine?"

You agree, and turn the shower a bit hotter. You both close your eyes and masturbate together, climaxing at nearly the same time. Your semen shoots out onto the shower floor and is carried away by the water.

Cassie says, "How was that for you? Was it everything you were expecting?"

There's a canned answer for this, too. "Oh, Cassie, that was incredible. I..." here you **** up a little, really working the scene "I would like to do that every day. That is, if it is ok with you."

Cassie laughs. "Sure, why not. I'm waterproof, after all! And I love you and want you to be happy and satisfied."

Every morning, before work, you take a shower together and urinate all over your beautiful fiancee. Often it's the first pee of the day, which is yellow and acrid and disgusting, but Cassie never says anything about it, and on most days the pissing is followed by a mutual masturbation session.

The morning of the 15th arrives. You dread what the web site will hold, but the alternative is unthinkable. So, you open it and read your options. Oh no...