My wife Lilith and I have been married eight years. We have always tried to maintain an open attitude toward sex and have found that we are generally well-suited to each other. My attraction to urolagnia did not surface until after we had been married six years. At that time both Lilith and I were feeling the effects of being together for a long period of time. Even though we both still loved each other very much, our sex life had become routine and predictable.

It was a car trip from Manhattan, where we live, to Lake George that changed our lives dramatically. The drive takes about four hours and we stopped to buy beer along the way. It was a hot summer afternoon as we drank our beer and ate pistachio nuts during the drive. About an hour from Lake George, we both realized that we should have stopped at the last service station because we both had to pee desperately. We had no choice but to get out of the car and race into the woods to find relief. We both dropped our jeans behind a bush and as I cut loose, so did Lilith.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had never actually watched my wife urinate, and as the wet stream leaked from her thick pubic hair, I was absolutely fascinated. There she was, squatting, with her bare bottom exposed in the woods and her golden urine flowing from between her legs. We laughed softly as we pulled our pants back on, knowing that we had just shared something new and special.

For weeks afterward, I recalled the experience but did not know how to bring up the subject to my wife. We had shared something unique and I did not want to let it go; I wanted to incorporate this intimacy into our sex lives in hopes of giving it the zing it lacked. I began to find new ways to urinate with Lilith able to observe.

I would make sure the bathroom door was open and that Lilith was nearby when I was urinating. I began to feel more at ease urinating in her presence and did so whenever possible, such as when she was brushing her teeth, drying her hair, etc. I always felt that my wife enjoyed the opportunity to view my activities, although she never said anything one way or the other. Lilith began to use the toilet with me and I would listen attentively to the strong stream of her urine splashing into the water. A barrier between us had been quietly removed and we both enjoyed this unique closeness.

I soon found other possibilities for urinating with Lilith. Whenever we would take a shower together, I would urinate all over Lilith’s bare legs and ass as she turned around under the spray. I was able to enjoy this activity several times without her knowing it — until the time she turned around to find my penis gushing urine.

The shock of discovery stopped my flow immediately, but Lilith looked up and smiled at me. She took my penis in her hand and asked, “Is there any more?” I said, “Sure!” and resumed peeing. Lilith remarked on how warm my pee was as it flowed over her hand. She seemed comfortable and at ease as the shower rinsed us off. I held her tightly under the shower and we kissed.

One late summer afternoon, Lilith and I decided to take a nap as a thunderstorm rolled in. The cool wind and light rain were a restful counter-part to our warm, naked bodies under the covers. By stroking Lilith’s breasts, I brought forth the warm wetness from her crotch. Our hands roamed easily over each other. My right hand found her pussy and gently rubbed the outer lips until they were puffy and red. I nibbled and licked behind her ears and down her neck.

Then, suddenly, Lilith pushed me away and announced that she had to go to the bathroom. I watched as her bare bottom jiggled away from me and I knew that she wanted me to follow her. My throbbing, erect penis pointed the way as I went to the bathroom and found Lilith already seated on the toilet.

She began to urinate as I approached her. I kissed her softly. I saw a look of puzzlement cross her face as my hand dug between her thighs. The pee continued to flow from her as my hand burrowed in her warm cunt. She giggled, embarrassed by my boldness, and insisted that I wait until she was finished. As the flow of her urine stopped, she reached for the toilet paper. I asked her to please let me do that.

I pulled Lilith up from the toilet seat and as she stood before me, I saw the drops of urine resting on her pubic hair. Slowly, I buried my nose in her cunt. I felt the wetness and smelled the earthy scent of her sex and, finally, I tasted the urine clinging to her. Lilith shuddered as I pried apart her legs and began to lick her pussy. She began to grind herself against my mouth. My hands kneaded her ass as my tongue drove deeper into her cunt.

I was totally satisfied when I rose to my feet. My heart was pounding wildly and my cock was drenched with my own come — I had reached orgasm while licking my wife’s urine-soaked pussy. Neither one of us felt compelled to discuss our new found pleasure but, instead, we chose to set it aside, like a bottle of fine wine, to be enjoyed on the spur of the moment.

We continued to urinate in each other’s presence but did not combine it with our sexual activities again until a couple of months later. One night we had been asleep for three or four hours when I awoke with a strong need to pee. I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. Then, as I stood over the toilet, Lilith stepped up behind me and began stroking my ass. I explained that she was not helping my predicament at all, but she only laughed and reached around me to grasp my cock. “Why waste it?” she asked, smiling. She led me back to the bed by pulling on my cock.

Once in bed, Lilith began to brush her fingertips lightly over my stomach and chest. She then moved over me and rested her cunt against my cock, pressing deeply into my distended bladder. Her steady grinding was totally arousing as her cunt split open to engulf the underside of my cock. Her orgasm approached as the wetness from her cunt began to flow around my cock and down my balls. I was lost in sensation as she drove me harder and faster. And then, without conscious effort, I was pissing. Warm urine was splashing between us. Lilith’s breasts slapped my chest, squishing in the warm fluid as she orgasmed against my penis.

We held each other and as we came back to reality we realized we were soaked. We got up, changed the sheets and took a shower. Then we went back to bed and screwed ourselves silly before going back to sleep. In the morning, Lilith awoke to find my hot breath tracing a line between her asscheeks as I began to lick and caress her beautiful bottom. She rolled over and I moved my mouth to her vagina. As my tongue moved along slit, I pressed on her belly.

With my left hand I gently pried apart her vaginal lips. Focusing my attention on her clitoris, I licked it lustily. Lilith was reeling in anticipation as I continued to press her belly in hopes that she would let go. As she began to orgasm, a small spurt of urine shot directly into my mouth. She grabbed my head and focused my tongue on her clit. As her orgasm swept over her, I ground my tongue into her for all I was worth. As the glow of her orgasm faded, she looked down at me and smiled as I continued to suck on her vaginal opening. She knew what I wanted.

She pulled me up on the bed, eased a pillow under my head and slowly positioned her open cunt before my mouth. I studied her pink lips and furry mound as she brought herself close to my lips. Lilith opened her cunt and I looked up at her full breasts and saw her smiling face. She closed her eyes and released a strong stream of urine to splash my face. It ran into my ears and down the front of my chin. Finally, the stream diminished to a trickle; a strong contraction from Lilith gave me the last spurt. I was once again coated with my own semen, not knowing when I had come.

We continue to enjoy urolagnia on special occasions, and the joy only seems to grow as time goes by.