Cathyq
Wed, 13 Apr 05, 12:18 PM
Hello.
Somebody was nice enough to ask about times when my husband Robert wet himself. Poor man, he can never hold on when he’s really bursting, and working on cold building sites means this does happen from time to time. Like me, he sometimes wets the bed too. Of course I comfort home, and he’s always very kind when I wee my panties. That I sometimes wee in my pants and in bed for pleasure is my secret – he thinks that like him I just can’t help it. I often wonder about people who enjoy wetting themselves and don’t want to tell a girl friend or boy friend how much they enjoy it. Why don’t they pretend it was an accident? That way they can have the fun – more fun in some ways - but nobody thinks there’s anything odd about them – just a weakness, people sometimes say to me. Anyway, here’s something abut Robert wetting his thermals and jeans at work and also about a time when we both wet ourselves. Both very exciting for me!
Robert came home from work a few weeks ago with very wet underpants and trousers. It has been quite cold and they were taking advantage of a sunny spell to finish the roof on one of the new houses he is building. He got up there, worked away, the clouds came over and they were rushing to finish. As a result he didn’t down tools and climb down when he needed to go to the loo. It started to rain and the wet and the cold and his full bladder were too much for him and he started to wee in his thermal underpants. He managed to stop it and carry on but he had two more accidents. He stayed up and finished and sent off the men, who hadn’t noticed his jeans were wet, but when he was coming down from the scaffolding he wet himself some more, just as the girl in the site office came running over to shout up there was an urgent phone call. He got down but she could see what had happened and stared at him. They hurried back to the hut, and he took the call but by this time he was bursting and coming in out of the cold into the warm and having to stand and listen to the telephone and with her watching he stood there and peed all down his thermal long johns and his jeans onto the floor. She said, as people do, “Are you all right?”, and of course all he could say was, “I’ve wet my pants, I couldn’t wait.” So he was in a bit of a state when he got home. But he got over it after he had changed and it didn’t stop us making love, quite the contrary!
Then there was the time at the end of last year when we answered one of these “you have won a prize” phone calls, just to see if anything would come of it. It was actually trying to sell us some kind of holiday thing and we thought we give it a whirl and went to the presentation which wasn’t very far away. It was drinks – soft drinks because we were driving – and a rather good buffet when we got there and then they suddenly trooped us all in to slides of their hotels and an explanation of how you bought into it and so on. I was less and less impressed and rather bored and also began to want a pee. I’m afraid I was a naughty girl and let a bit go into my panties. Of course my warm thermal panties soaked it up, and when my need got stronger and I did it again my tights and panty girdle and my warm knickers stopped it going through to the seat (I wasn’t quite sure and felt!). It was exciting sitting there with my front and between my legs all warm and wet thinking about what they would say if they knew!
Only it dragged on as these things do and I wanting to go more and more and the next time I let go into my panties it was pretty well and accident, I mean it suddenly got a bit much and squirted out into my undies. I had my legs tight together and there was this warm puddle feeling in my lap and I could feel it sort of trickling away. I was scared and delighted all at the same time. Then they got us up and took us off to se their salesman – they never let you out of their sight. .When I got up there was a wet place on the seat and I knew there was on my bottom and I heard somebody behind me whisper “She’s wet her knickers!” but I knew they wouldn’t do anything about it so it was even more fun.
Well, we sat down with this salesperson. I was determined not to sign anything. I could see Robert didn’t want to either. While we listened to her spiel I had another bit of a wee-wee in my knickers. Then I began to think Robert was weakening and started interrupting more. Suddenly he went quiet and left me to do the talking. He had gone pink and I could see him putting his hands under the table to hold himself and suddenly he drew in his breath and started down at himself. I thought “I bet he’s wet his pants” and decided it was time to bring things to and end. The salesperson was concentrating on me and as she rattled on I just let go and relieved myself at length into my undies. I could feel the wet and the warmth from my tummy down to my knees. My bottom and the back of my thighs felt very wet as well. I looked down too and the front of my skirt had a huge damp stain on it. I let her go on for a minute while I enjoyed the feeling and then said, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid we’ll have to go.”
“Oh, she said, just a little longer…”
“I’m sorry, I said it’s impossible. “I’m afraid I needed a wee-wee very badly, and I couldn’t wait, and I’ve just been to the ladies in my knickers.”
“You mean…”
“Yes, “ I said, “I’ve wet myself, very badly.”
“Oh my God” she said…”Do you want…there’s a bathroom on the next floor…I could talk to your husband.” (They never give up.) She looked at him and he went beetroot red and croaked:
“I’ve wet my pants as well.” She was flabbergasted.
She had attracted some attention and when Robert and I got up everybody stared at us. We walked past the salespeople and the punters, my skirt and Robert’s trousers both soaking. Some people laughed and Robert held his head down in shame. He hurried on ahead and I thought “I’ll give them something to laugh at” and lifted my skirt up, clasped the front of my visibly sopping long blue knickers, and realised what was left in my bladder in a splash on the carpet. Then I fled.
Robert was in a state but I got him home and we showered together and laughed it off in bed.
Aren’t we a pair!
Love Cathy
Somebody was nice enough to ask about times when my husband Robert wet himself. Poor man, he can never hold on when he’s really bursting, and working on cold building sites means this does happen from time to time. Like me, he sometimes wets the bed too. Of course I comfort home, and he’s always very kind when I wee my panties. That I sometimes wee in my pants and in bed for pleasure is my secret – he thinks that like him I just can’t help it. I often wonder about people who enjoy wetting themselves and don’t want to tell a girl friend or boy friend how much they enjoy it. Why don’t they pretend it was an accident? That way they can have the fun – more fun in some ways - but nobody thinks there’s anything odd about them – just a weakness, people sometimes say to me. Anyway, here’s something abut Robert wetting his thermals and jeans at work and also about a time when we both wet ourselves. Both very exciting for me!
Robert came home from work a few weeks ago with very wet underpants and trousers. It has been quite cold and they were taking advantage of a sunny spell to finish the roof on one of the new houses he is building. He got up there, worked away, the clouds came over and they were rushing to finish. As a result he didn’t down tools and climb down when he needed to go to the loo. It started to rain and the wet and the cold and his full bladder were too much for him and he started to wee in his thermal underpants. He managed to stop it and carry on but he had two more accidents. He stayed up and finished and sent off the men, who hadn’t noticed his jeans were wet, but when he was coming down from the scaffolding he wet himself some more, just as the girl in the site office came running over to shout up there was an urgent phone call. He got down but she could see what had happened and stared at him. They hurried back to the hut, and he took the call but by this time he was bursting and coming in out of the cold into the warm and having to stand and listen to the telephone and with her watching he stood there and peed all down his thermal long johns and his jeans onto the floor. She said, as people do, “Are you all right?”, and of course all he could say was, “I’ve wet my pants, I couldn’t wait.” So he was in a bit of a state when he got home. But he got over it after he had changed and it didn’t stop us making love, quite the contrary!
Then there was the time at the end of last year when we answered one of these “you have won a prize” phone calls, just to see if anything would come of it. It was actually trying to sell us some kind of holiday thing and we thought we give it a whirl and went to the presentation which wasn’t very far away. It was drinks – soft drinks because we were driving – and a rather good buffet when we got there and then they suddenly trooped us all in to slides of their hotels and an explanation of how you bought into it and so on. I was less and less impressed and rather bored and also began to want a pee. I’m afraid I was a naughty girl and let a bit go into my panties. Of course my warm thermal panties soaked it up, and when my need got stronger and I did it again my tights and panty girdle and my warm knickers stopped it going through to the seat (I wasn’t quite sure and felt!). It was exciting sitting there with my front and between my legs all warm and wet thinking about what they would say if they knew!
Only it dragged on as these things do and I wanting to go more and more and the next time I let go into my panties it was pretty well and accident, I mean it suddenly got a bit much and squirted out into my undies. I had my legs tight together and there was this warm puddle feeling in my lap and I could feel it sort of trickling away. I was scared and delighted all at the same time. Then they got us up and took us off to se their salesman – they never let you out of their sight. .When I got up there was a wet place on the seat and I knew there was on my bottom and I heard somebody behind me whisper “She’s wet her knickers!” but I knew they wouldn’t do anything about it so it was even more fun.
Well, we sat down with this salesperson. I was determined not to sign anything. I could see Robert didn’t want to either. While we listened to her spiel I had another bit of a wee-wee in my knickers. Then I began to think Robert was weakening and started interrupting more. Suddenly he went quiet and left me to do the talking. He had gone pink and I could see him putting his hands under the table to hold himself and suddenly he drew in his breath and started down at himself. I thought “I bet he’s wet his pants” and decided it was time to bring things to and end. The salesperson was concentrating on me and as she rattled on I just let go and relieved myself at length into my undies. I could feel the wet and the warmth from my tummy down to my knees. My bottom and the back of my thighs felt very wet as well. I looked down too and the front of my skirt had a huge damp stain on it. I let her go on for a minute while I enjoyed the feeling and then said, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid we’ll have to go.”
“Oh, she said, just a little longer…”
“I’m sorry, I said it’s impossible. “I’m afraid I needed a wee-wee very badly, and I couldn’t wait, and I’ve just been to the ladies in my knickers.”
“You mean…”
“Yes, “ I said, “I’ve wet myself, very badly.”
“Oh my God” she said…”Do you want…there’s a bathroom on the next floor…I could talk to your husband.” (They never give up.) She looked at him and he went beetroot red and croaked:
“I’ve wet my pants as well.” She was flabbergasted.
She had attracted some attention and when Robert and I got up everybody stared at us. We walked past the salespeople and the punters, my skirt and Robert’s trousers both soaking. Some people laughed and Robert held his head down in shame. He hurried on ahead and I thought “I’ll give them something to laugh at” and lifted my skirt up, clasped the front of my visibly sopping long blue knickers, and realised what was left in my bladder in a splash on the carpet. Then I fled.
Robert was in a state but I got him home and we showered together and laughed it off in bed.
Aren’t we a pair!
Love Cathy