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OK, so I told you about how I met my first wife and how after a while we'd got our own place and got married, she was the one who always wore riding clothes and boots remember, well here's another episode of our time together, by now we'd been together about a year and she'd really gotten into experimenting with sex, she'd decided she liked watersports, and had learned how to tease other men with what she wore and how she wore it. It was great fun at the time, she'd gone from a plain jane to something quite sexy, although one night after a few drinks she almost went too far.

We had moved out of the area, to a town about 10 miles from her original home, once away from her mother she really seemed to blossom, personally I always thought her mother held her back, didn't want her to leave home, but hey, we'd got married and were now living far enough away that she didn't see her mum too often.
I worked all day while Sue ran the house, the town centre was only about half a mile away and she took to walking down there for shopping which saved me doing it at weekends. she began to chat to our neighbours, and more surprisingly started to go out and buy clothes on her own!
I came home one day and she asked me if I would drive to the equestrian store as it was too far away to walk to and it meant getting several buses which took a long time as it was in the next town. I agreed to take her, but wondered what she wanted, she'd given up the horses a few months ago, and there was nowhere nearby where she could ride as we lived in a town.
The following day, being a Saturday I was off work and as promised took her to the equestrian store, I waited in the car while she went in and it wasn't long before she returned carrying what looked like a rather large shoe box, she placed it in the car and said nothing. When we got home I asked her what it was and she said she'd bought a new pair of riding boots, now I really was puzzled. She opened the box and proudly showed me her new boots, they were long and black like her old ones had been but that was were the similarity ended, these were very smart and shiny like those I'd seen the posh girls wear on the riding schools.
She put them back in the box and that was the end of that, or so I thought! The following week I went back to work, I came home one night and as I was eating dinner she told me that she'd been out shopping that day and found a new clothing store on the far side of town, she'd seen some really nice clothes in there and one or two items that she really liked. I asked her what she'd bought and she said she'd not bought anything, she wanted to ask me first. I told her it was fine, we could afford it and if she wanted to go back the following day and buy something then go for it.
The following night I arrived home from work, Sue wasn't in the lounge like normal, "I'm in the kitchen" she called out, hearing me enter the room, I headed to the kitchen, she had her back towards me as I entered, bloody hell, what was going on! She was wearing the new riding boots, not only that but she had a pair of really tight beige jodhpurs on and a black see through blouse, beneath this I could clearly see a skimpy black bra, and judging by the panty line under the jodhpurs, she was probably wearing black panties too!
She turned to face me and for the first time I saw the front view, and what a view, the top was indeed see thru and beneath it was a small half-cup bra, this was see thru also, and the jodhpurs were so tight that even with the panties she still had an obvious camel toe! I had been hungry when I landed home, but after seeing this I suddenly lost all interest in food, I wanted something else, but no, she'd cooked my dinner anything else would have to wait, "besides, you can't have your dessert until after your main course" she giggled.
I ate my dinner rather quickly wondering what my 'dessert' would be, it was well worth waiting for believe me, it didn't take long before her top was off and her bra, we kissed and cuddled over a few drinks then just as I thought I was going to get into those sexy jodhpurs she began to squirm and pull away, she got up and stood in front of me, me eyes were level with her crotch, I took hold of her hand and went to pull her back down, she let out a little squeal, "ooh, you've made me wee my new pants" she giggled as a dark patch began to spread across the front of her jodhpurs and down her thighs to those shiny sexy boots, she didn't try and rush off to the bathroom, she just carried on. When she'd finished her jodhpurs were soaking and as she moved it was obvious quite a bit had ran into those sexy black boots.
"Well, I suppose you'd better spank me for being a naughty girl and wetting my new jodhpurs" she giggled, bending over in front of me, I pulled her onto my knee and gave her several playful slaps across the seat of her wet jodhpurs, I then rubbed my hand across her wet bottom and slid it between her thighs, rubbing her wet crotch, "best take them down I think", I told her, she stood up, unfastened them and lowered them as far as her long boots would allow. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my erect cock, spun her around and slipping her wet panties to one side, guided her onto it, "well, if you're going to wear riding clothes then you can ride this" I laughed, she rode me like a wild thing and it didn't take long before I shot my load inside her, she continued long after she'd cum and by the time she'd finished my cum was dripping out of her panties, wow, that was worth coming home for.

Over the next few weeks she bought several more outfits and I fucked her in each one, one day she told me she wanted a pair of black crotch length leather boots, I readily agreed and we bought a pair, by now she'd got loads of tight revealing clothes and several pairs of boots. She was also getting well into wetting herself and most of our sessions either started or ended with her wetting her pants, things started to get more and more extreme and there were two occasions when things nearly got out of hand.

The first one happened in our local off-licence, it was run by this randy old bloke and it was always busy, there was always a load of teenagers outside hanging around too, at this point the area had started to go down hill and I began to feel nervous about letting Sue go out alone after dark. It was one of those area's where a lot of people knew each other and we were outsiders really, so when it started to go downhill I felt we were really out of the 'click' as it were. There was one girl who went in the shop, a bit scruffy and she used to flirt with the randy old sod, quite often she'd wear a see through top with a scruffy looking bra beneath it, she never wore a coat and always let him have a good look at her, she always got served first, and I often wondered what else she got off him, this annoyed Sue especially when we'd been waiting to be served and she'd just waltz in and get served straight away.


One night after dinner Sue said that she wanted to go down to the off licence for some beers, I said I'd go with her as it was dark, she was wearing her tight beige jodhpurs and a baggy top but no shoes. She said she'd just pop upstairs and put something on her feet while I was putting my coat on. She came down a few minutes later wearing her coat, and her thigh length boots, talk about attracting attention, thigh lengths to walk to the shop!

She attracted quite a few stares from the teenage lads outside the shop, plus a few crude ..(continue confession)

  • I met my first wife Susan after I'd just come out of another relationship, I met her at a disco in town, she was a bit quiet and not very outgoing, she wasn't what you'd call a stunner, but attractive in a sort of girl next door kind of way, I say met her at the disco, that wasn't strictly true, I'd first seen her at a local riding stables where I was doing some work, but hadn't spoken to her until the night at the disco.
    She was about 18 years old, very slim with shoulder length blonde hair, and small tits,34B if I remember correctly. She wasn't a flashy dresser, that night she was wearing a dress, but every other time I'd seen her she had the same clothes on, a polo necked jumper, a pair of brown jodhpurs and a pair of dirty black rubber riding boots. Judging by the way she dressed I figured she didn't really have much money, most of the other girls at the stables seemed to own several different pairs of jodhpurs and the more expensive leather riding boots.
    Now before we go any further perhaps I should say that being honest I had a bit of a thing for girls in tight jodhpurs and long black boots, I think it came from growing up in a rural area where most of the girls rode horses and seeing a pert bottom encased in tight jodhpurs was pretty common.
    We started dating and I used to go to her house several nights a week after work, she still lived with her mother in a terraced house on the other side of town in a rundown area, it was a far contrast from where I lived with my parents, their house was a small 3 bedroom one with a back yard and looked rather tired, Our house on the other hand was worth almost a quarter of a million pounds, a very smart large bungalow with 4 bedrooms a large garden and parking for 4 cars, it was on the other side of town, high on a hill overlooking the town, in summer it was only a short walk to the fields and woods nearby.

    We began with the usual kissing and cuddling on the settee, usually after we'd been out for a drink, her mother worked a late shift in a restaurant, so we were usually on our own until around 1am. By the end of the first week I'd managed to get a bit more intimate with her, well, I'd managed to get my hand inside her jumper, put it that way, one night we were on the settee, I'd actually got her top off, as usual she was wearing her riding outfit, her underwear was quite plain, a little white bra, I removed this and began to play with her nipples, she was loving it, so the following night I decided to go a bit further and after getting her top off I made a move on her jodhpurs. I unfastened them with very little resistance and slipped my hand into her panties, again these were more functional than attractive, plain pink cotton with a full cut.

    I stroked her soft blonde pubic hair, then gently slipped a finger inside her, almost instantly she became wet, later I was to find out that I was the first bloke to get her bra off, let alone get into her pants! We didn't go any further than this for a few nights, we'd kiss and cuddle, I'd take her top off, then her bra, play with her small pert tits for a while, then slowly work my way down into her panties, I'd finger her for a while, then she'd want to stop, rush off to the toilet, and that would be it for the evening.

    One night we began as usual, I'd actually managed to get her jodhpurs off completely this time, she lay on the settee naked except for a pair of pink cotton panties. I was kissing her and had one hand fondling her nipple, the other hand was inside her panties playing with her moist slit, it was going great, suddenly she pushed me off, pulled on her boots and ran off to the bathroom.

    When she came back she sat alongside me, I was feeling pretty pissed off, at this rate I'd never get to have sex with her, what was her problem? I poured a couple of drinks and lit a cigarette, I took a deep swallow of my drink, a long drag on my cigarette, and asked her what the problem was, the answer surprised me.

    She told me that before she met me she'd only ever kissed a bloke before, one lad at school had groped her tits over her jumper, but that was about it, she had spent almost all her free time at the stable with her horse, she'd never had a lot to do with lads and that basically was that. she went on to tell me that she liked doing what we did, but there was a problem, every time I got into her panties she was just starting to enjoy what I was doing but then she began to feel like she needed a wee, she had, she continued, got these feelings once or twice while riding her horse and had stopped before she wet her panties, poor girl, she really had no idea what it was all about!

    We didn't go any further that night, but I told her I'd see her the night after and I wanted to ask her to do something for me. The following night I arrived at her house just after her mother had left for work, as usual she was wearing her riding gear. We had a couple of drinks and chatted about this and that, then we began to get down to things, we ended up on the settee as usual, she had her top off and her bra, eventually her jodhpurs came off too leaving her in just her boots and panties, she always wore her boots for some reason.

    I was stroking her mound over her panties and they started to become quite damp, then as usual she made to get up to go to the toilet, I asked her what was wrong and she said that if she didn't go she was going to wet her panties and she was worried about doing it in front of me. I got her to stand in front of me and continued to stroke her over her panties, she began to squirm, so I slipped a finger inside and carried on, she told me that if she didn't go now she really would wet herself. I removed my finger from her panties and looked at her, "I want you to wet your panties for me" I told her, she looked at me in a puzzled way, "you want me to wee in my pants, why? she asked. "Because I do, you have to if we're going to go any further" I replied," but I can't do it here, on the carpet" she exclaimed. I reached out and took hold of one of her boots, "lets have this off, it'll do perfectly for what I have in mind" I told her, she raised her leg and I slid the long rubber boot off her foot. I parted her legs slightly and began to rub the crotch of her panties with the top of her boot, "go on, wet your panties" I encouraged.

    She tensed slightly then ever so slowly the front of her panties began to get wet, it ran through them and into her rubber boot, when she'd finished she stood there wearing her wet panties and one long rubber boot. I placed the boot that she'd had a wee in on the fireplace and removed her other boot before pulling off her wet panties, "there, now I've seen you wet your panties, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about now is there?" she nodded, "I suppose not, what happens now?" I laid her back on the settee and began to finger her, I rubbed her clit and pretty soon she began to moan softly, then it happened, "Oh no, I'm going to wet myself" she said trying to get up, I pushed her gently back down, "just lie there and relax, I've seen you wet yourself already haven't I " she nodded, and laid back. I carried on fingering her and after a few minutes she began to moan and then went stiff, she let out a loud gasp and went limp. "what was that?" she asked panting heavily, "I thought I was going to wee myself, but I didn't".

    I explained to her that it was an orgasm, I couldn't believe how little ..(continue confession)

    I have thought about this and how I would tell the story. It all boils down to an invitation to Belize.

    I was a first year graduate student and a friend I met in grad school invited me to go down to Belize with him to this little place his folks had there. We flew down on Thursday and had a return flight booked for Sunday. We got to Belize and we took a dirty cab out to this place about an hour away. My geography is poor on Belize but we were certainly out of town, the small house sat on the beach and it was one very large room and one bedroom with an old bed and mattress. When we arrived he went down and checked to make sure there was fuel in the generator and he turned on the water pump to fill the cistern on top of the house so we could flush the toilet, he told me that a shower was downstairs and showed me the bedroom.

    I was surprised, I figured he would get the bedroom and I would get the couch. He put his bag in the bedroom and we walked down to the small village about 20 minutes away and bought some fruit and some bread and he bought some fish and lemons. Back at the house he fired up the propane stove and he cooked the fish. It was possibly, and certainly up that time, the best fish I ever had. It was dark by then, being the tropics the sun set early and he had to run the generator for lights, so all we had was this one gas lamp and the darkness outside. Up to then I hadn't noticed but there was no glass on the windows, only mosquito screens and the wind blew right through, I should say the ocean breeze.

    By my watch it was only 7:30 but there was absolutely nothing to do, quiet and he got totally naked. Not a stitch on, he told me it was the best time for him, no lights except what nature provided, the ocean breeze and he invited me to get naked. Guys see each other all the time, but just getting naked and walking around the house that was outside of anything I had ever done. But he insisted and he stood and watched as I got naked. We were in the bedroom, and as I got the last of my clothes off he came over and grabbed my cock in his hand and told me that he liked it. He squatted down and took my cock in his mouth and sucked me right there.

    Where to go? And he was sucking and I had a hard on and whether he pushed me or I fell back on the bed I don't know but he got on and sucked my cock making noises and running his hand all over my chest, my legs, up between my legs, and with one long suck he sat up and he straddled me with his cock pointing straight at me and said he wanted me to try. There wasn't enough light, it was almost like nothing but shadows but I could see his hard cock pointing at me as he leaned over and pushed his cock in my face and over my lips and I opened my mouth and sucked my first cock.

    It wasn't bad at all, it tasted funny for a second but it felt good in my mouth, he was leaning over me and I could feel my hard cock in the breeze and wanted to reach down to grab hard but his legs were in the way. Tentatively I reached my hand up under him and held his hard cock with my hand to help me suck him. Maybe it was right then, holding his cock that I gave in, that was the last moment I remember before I sucked him with purpose and I wanted him to cum.

    He turned on me and got back down on my cock and fed me his cock and asked me to rub my hands across his ass, his hands were under me while he sucked, he found my asshole and started to press his fingers against it, my legs opened and he started to push hard and run his fingers around in circles while I sucked his cock and ran my hands across his butt and hesitantly found his asshole and touched it he asked me to do it more. One push with his finger and he pushed it into my ass and he sucked hard and I gave into him and ejaculated what felt like a ton, his mouth never left my cock and he sucked it all in.

    He turned to me, I was on my back and exhausted and he got off of me and straddled me his cock still hard and he said to roll over under him, it was his turn. I was hesitant in my heart, I knew what was going to happen but knowing didn't do me any good, I rolled over under him and he got into position, he opened my cheeks, licked my asshole with his mouth and tongue, he told me to raise my hips and he put his cock against me and after what seemed a long time his cock was in me and he was fucking it in further and further while he read off the inches telling me how much more he had to go and asking me if I liked it.

    I liked it in the most perverse sort of way, I wanted more of it, and when he told me he had gotten it all in I felt victorious and he fucked me and fucked me and my soft cock on the sheets beneath me ejaculated again until his fucking got fierce, hard and fast and he kept saying that is why he had brought me and he fucked me until he came and slipped his wet cock out of my ass. I lay there, my butt was wet, he had rolled over beside me and he told me that was a good fuck.

    Once you try cock you never give it up. I told this story to a guy I met at a bar while he was getting ready to fuck, it got him hot enough that he really got into it, he also gave me a good fuck.

  • Incredible experience - much older wife is a nurse, and patient with my BDSM likes...she knows I'm into humiliation in a big way, and is always trying to come up with something too tough for me. She found it! Tied, force-fed a six pack of beer, then a clear half-inch plastic pipe taped to a condom, on me, the other end through the hollow core of a penis gag, also taped in place.

    Didn't take long for the beer to work its way through me, and then I had to pee. No way to stop it, very quickly. Rushed up the pipe, and hit me in the back of my throat, triggering an involuntary swallow reflex. So the day proceeded, as the beer recycled through me endlessly, not a drop being wasted. Wife laughing herself sick at my predicament. Tiring of that. she re-configured the lower end, and gave me an enema, using the same pipe, with a different end.

    In a short time, the pipe began to fill again, as it came ever closer, and then it was triggering the same swallow reflex as before, only this time the liquid was brown, and the recycling took longer. Again not a drop was wasted.

    "And you say I'm not cruel enough, with you!" she giggled. "I think I'll watch a movie now, and just keep an eye on you!" Wide latex band snapped in place over my eyes, and ear-buds taped in place, leading from the radio, with a loud fire-and-brimstone preacher thundering inescapably in my ears. Of course I am very anti-religious too, as an additional irony, and now had to listen to this asshole hour after hour, as my digestive system got the workout of a lifetime, the Viagra keeping me interested, also hour after hour.

    I couldn't even beg for an end to it, and she checked my vitals constantly, as the hours passed. Turns out she was making a video, and put it on You-tube, anonymously, where it went viral! Also found out later she invited several of her nurse friends over to view my utter humiliation, but as sensorially deprived as I was, I had no idea.

    Ever since turning 21 last year, I've been enjoying the wonders of getting drunk. Though I haven't ever run into bladder issues, I can attest to have many urges and trips to piss.

    Well, one early morning I woke up a bit hungover, but still more in a drunken daze. I was feeling too cozy to get out of bed despite the urgent need to go. Now, I'll admit, I often wished I could just let it go on regular mornings, but I knew better and got out of bed to hit the bathroom. This time, I just let it happen without even hesitating. It was such a warm, pleasant, and relieving experience. At the end, I pretty much passed right out again.

    The next time I woke up wasn't as pleasurable. It was damp and cold with a bad headache. I figured the damage was done, so I relieved myself again. It wasn't much, but it still felt really nice. The regrettable and embarrassing part of it was cleaning up and trying to keep this wetting experience hidden from my roommate. He wouldn't let me live it down if he found out I pissed myself.

    Anyway, the sheets were cleaned, and the mattress was...well, it was scrubbed clean, but I'm sure the interior was fucked. My roommate had no idea it ever happened. Anyway, the experience was an eye-opener for me. On one hand, I really enjoyed the wetting feeling, but dealing with the mess and regret? It just doesn't seem worth it.

  • I'd gone to a party with my boyfriend, Paul. As the night went on we sort of drifted apart, as most people do at parties.

    I found myself talking to, Amy, a girl about my own ages. She was very, pretty in a fresh, unpretentious, sort of way. But, underneath, she was very cynical and extremely funny. I hadn't laughed so much in a long time. We really got on great.

    When Paul and I were leaving I went upstairs to get our coats. As I came out of the bedroom Amy was standing right outside the door. I smiled and stood to one side to let her through. But, suddenly, she started to kiss me. Her tongue was in my mouth and her hand was up my skirt, right inside me. I was that shocked I just stood there, like a dork, a coat over each arm. Her fingers withdrew and then gave my clit a little squeeze. It was all over in seconds. As she broke free our eyes met. I was bewildered, embarrassed and turning ten different shades of red. Amy just giggled, looked me full in the face and slowly licked her fingers, pecked me on the cheek, and disappeared into the loo. Later, I found her mobile number in my coat pocket.

    I've never had the hots for a girl. Neither am I lesbian or bisexual. Why is it then that I can't stop thinking about her? Why have I kept her number? And why was sex with Paul that night simply fantastic???