Sally called out, “Honey, come and look at the master bathroom… It’s got a Jacuzzi.”
Dennis was certain that Apartment 2 was going to provide hours of fun for his entertainment. Perhaps later tonight he would get more action from them but he was sure he would equally enjoy just following the ordinary lives of this energetic couple.
His interest, however, was piqued beyond expectation when Sally called out, “Hurry up, Honey and get in the tub, I need to pee!”.
“Flo: Main screen, Master Bath.”
“Are you still recording?”
“Yes, sir, recording master bath.”
Steve almost fell through the doorframe in his haste to enter the bathroom. He skidded across the tiled floor in his bare feet and came to a stop directly in front of the jacuzzi. He stood naked before his new wife as she sat on the back edge with her feet planted inside the bone-dry tub.
“Enter my domain, Stevie-Boy,” she purred at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” laughed the husband as he took a first tentative step into the bath tub, followed by a second. As he stood before her, a wicked smirk crossed her face and she pointed a single finger down. Without saying a word, he knelt obediently before her.
“Good boy,” she said as she then stood up to present her pussy at the same level as his face and just inches away. Using the index fingers of both hands she pulled the folds of her flesh apart revealing her inner passage of her pussy.
As if frozen in time, nothing happened; both Steve and Sally did not move as they both eagerly awaited the impending release. Dennis was holding his breath too, until he whispered aloud, “Do it! ”
Suddenly, a stream of pale-yellow urine burst forth from inside her pussy and covered the face of her husband. He winced, as if in pain from the shock of that first hit. His eyes and mouth remained tightly sealed until that short flow stopped as suddenly as it had started.
Her urine dripped from his chin and nose down to his bare chest leaving streaks of yellow rivers trickling down his abdomen. He remained still. Then, just as he dared to open one eye, Sally released the full force of her piss which splashed noisily onto Steve face.
“Open wide, baby,” suggested Sally.
Perhaps reluctantly – Dennis was unsure — Steve slowly opened his mouth a little to the stream. It smacked against his teeth and splashed back against Sally’s thighs. With her stream still in full flow, she began to gyrate her hips, angling the flow of piss around Steve’s face, along his nose, across his cheek, back to his eye sockets and over his forehead to bathe his thinning hair in her wetness. Steve was completely wet and was attempting to swallow what he could and spit out the overflow of his wife’s yellow urine.
Sally could not contain a wicked chuckle and, as her flow began to ease, Steve laughed with her. “Look what you have done, bad boy,” scorned Sally, pointing to her inner thighs which had been soaked by the splash back. Steve leaned forward and lapped his tongue up her inner thigh from her knees to her groin, pausing briefly to plant a loving kiss on her pussy before continuing the clean.
Satisfied, she squatted with him and embraced him in her arms. She spoke lovingly, “hmm, I love you Mr Baker, even if you do smell.”
Steve, though, had his own revenge to take. Suddenly he stood up and declared, “My turn, Mrs Baker,” to Sally’s playful squeals. Steve held his cock in one hand and pointed it down to her face. His other large hand gripped the crown of Sally’s head, holding her down and unable to twist away.
“No… I’ve just had my hair done, No…AAAARRGGGGHHH.”
In spite of her protest, his dark yellow piss spurted out all over his wife’s face and head. Without pause, it gushed, flooding her. Her attempted screams only helped the yellow flow to enter her mouth. The intrusion caused her to splutter and cough upon his hot fluid, some of which she managed to spit out, most of which she had to swallow in order to catch a breath.
Dennis was finding this bathroom scene particularly arousing. Never before had he witnessed such playful behaviour with watersports. His hand still jerked up and down his cock seeking a second orgasm. Meanwhile, the couple on his huge screen had finished and were showering and cleaning up. Dennis craved a repeat to help him to reach climax and instructed, “Flo: replay last 4 minutes.”
He settled back, rewatching the action as his orgasm neared. When it came it was at the moment of Sally’s protest as Steve’s piss first entered her mouth.
Dennis smirked in his post-orgasmic glow as he thought to himself, ‘Fuck! This was going to be a duzzy of a couple.‘
“Flo: add watersports to sexual interests. Oooh, and… protect this recording from accidental erasure.”
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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased) is intended or should be inferred.