Felicity Ch. 47

Our marriage was ending. Our only child was in college which left us to assess our relationship. My assessment was that our marriage was stagnant.

My wife considered it superfluous.

Separation and divorce had been discussed to the point of hiring an attorney, the same attorney.

There was no animosity between us, there were no lovers waiting in the background. In public we were our usual selves. We even shared the same bed though no intimacies had occurred between us in months, not even goodnight kisses. We were done with each other.

We were driving home after a yearly company party in which we both had fun. We were in a good mood.

"I saw where Jerry still wants you badly,' I said to her.

"Yeah, poor guy has a hard time giving up."

"I saw that you might have wanted him. Why did you reject him?"

"I am a married woman that does not cheat. But I did let him play with my tits some."

"Yes, I saw that. And I saw your hand hovering near his crotch. I wondered if he had a bigger dick."

"Not close. The whole thing was fun though. While we are on the subject, why did you turn down a fuck from Marnie?"

"Because I am a married man and I don't cheat. Who told you about that?"

"Marnie did. She was gushing about what a great guy you are and it slipped out. She said she had your dick in her hand but you would not even allow her to suck it."

"Well, I was not sure that Presidential Decree was ever accepted."

She giggled at the line then we drove home in silence after that.

When we got home she went to take a shower while I secured the house and undressed. The beer I had imbibed had suddenly run its course and I hurried to the bathroom.

She had just sat on the pot to pee and in my rush I had her scoot back a little, I was going to aim for the space in front of her. My urgent release made me miscalculate and my piss hit her pussy. I was about to apologize when I saw her close her eyes and begin her own pee. Our streams intermingled as I kept mine aimed at her pussy. She allowed a soft moan to escape her lips. She had a small orgasm.

When we finished she held my dick in her hand and patted it with tissue. I was hard before she let it go. I did not move while she patted herself dry.

When done she gave my cock a kiss and said, "I think I really need a shower now."

It had been months since she held my cock and well over a year since her lips had touched it. I moved just enough to let her by and stood right behind her as she started the shower. After she entered she did not close the shower curtain, I had been invited to join her.

We soaped each other for the first time in many years and as I rinsed her back I reached around her and began to finger fuck her. Her hand found my cock and she began to masturbate me.

Over our first few years of marriage we had done just that hundreds of times. It had been more than ten years since the last occasion.

We were each going slowly hoping to prolong it but our need was too strong and we each had our orgasms in less than five minutes.

She rinsed my dick and her pussy in the spray then stepped out to dry. By the time I had rinsed my cum off the shower tile she had left the bathroom.

She was in bed when I got to the bedroom, wearing her usual nightshirt. I put on my boxers and started for the opposite side of the bed when on a whim I stopped by her side and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.

As I got in bed she scooted a bit closer towards the middle and I did too. I placed my hand on her hip and she turned for another kiss on the cheek, which I gladly provided. That evening we wished each other a good night.

The next morning we were in a spooning position as I kissed her neck. She smiled nervously and said she needed to pee.

I followed her to the bathroom only to be surprised when she took off her nightshirt, entered the shower and allowed room for me to follow. I took off my boxers and followed her in. She put her arms around my waist and hugged me to her.

Seconds later I felt her warm piss running down my thigh. I let loose of my own piss and she moaned. I felt her hand on my cock as she aimed my stream at her pussy lips. She may have had another orgasm.

After we were done she turned on the shower, lifted the removable head and rinsed us off. After she was done she turned off the water, dried us off then led us nude to the kitchen for coffee.

Twenty years of marriage and I had no idea she had a fetish. She was searching my face for a reaction. What she saw was fascination.

As I was moving past her to get some coffee she leaned towards me, she wanted another kiss on the cheek. I was happy to give her one. It was one of the things I missed most in our relationship, the drive-by kiss.

We ate in silence as usual but it was a much more comfortable silence than usual. After we finished out sausage gravy pot pies for breakfast we put away the remains and got our second cup of coffee.

For months we had separated and drank our second cups alone. That morning we both stayed at the breakfast table.

"What are your plans for today," she asked pleasantly.

"None really," I said. "I may go to that new plant nursery on the freeway. What are your plans?"

"I need to return some items to the store then get some items to return next week. The usual."

She had just made a joke on herself on what used to be a pet peeve of mine. That morning I found it humorous and surprisingly endearing.

My wife and I heard me say, "Do you want to go to the beach?"

She was stunned, speechless. I was too, I did not know I wanted us to do that.

She soon noticed I was waiting for her answer and managed to nod yes.

We lived in Felicity, a beach resort town, but had not gone to the beach in at least eight years since our daughter decided she did not want her parents with her when she went.

I announced I needed to pee. She followed me to the bathroom and watched me. Before I finished she had my cock in her hand and was aiming my stream while she rested her other hand on my ass.

She stopped me from flushing and lowered the seat. As she sat to pee her breast slid by my very erect cock. Neither of us shied from the contact. She sat back so I could see her pee, her eyes on my dick.

After she finished and patted herself dry she gave my dick a quick kiss as she reminded me we would need our snorkels and masks.

She was dressed by the time I found them and shortly afterward we were on our way.

I rented two loungers and an umbrella and we enjoyed coconut ice cream cones before heading into the water.

We enjoyed the clear and mostly flat sea. We drifted towards deeper water past the second sandbar and just enjoyed being there.

After a while she turned us towards the sea and stood there with arms down and elbows locked.

"Are you crazy? There's is no way we can do that anymore," I said.

"We will not know until we try. Come on Tarzan, do your stuff."

I got in front of her, bent my knees and put my hands under hers and she clambered on my shoulders. Her body cleared the water but at a bad angle and she just tumbled back in.

After she spluttered and recovered we tried again. This time her feet slipped off my shoulders she just plopped down on them, not what we were aiming for.

I held my arms straight up and she managed to stand on my shoulders. After she was steady we both bent our knees and shot upwards. She nearly made the complete flip, her ass hitting too hard to be an artistic success.

Our third attempt was much better. I bent my knees and she went from the water to feet on my shoulders. After she was steady she said "Now" and I bent my knees deeply and sprung up hard enough and her timing was perfect enough that she completed a full flip, pointed toes and all.

We were ecstatic; we never would have though we had that still in us. We hugged and we kissed in glee, then we just hugged and swayed with the swells.

I looked at her in the eye and said, "I have to pee."

A strange look crossed her face as I pushed the front of my swimsuit down and freed my dick. I picked her up by her ass and brought her to me, the head of my cock touching her inner thigh.

She reached down and said, "Me too," as she slid the crotch of her swimsuit aside. Her pussy lips were kissing my cock when I felt her warm stream.

I let mine go as we hugged each other tightly.

The gentle swells were pushing my cock into her pussy and by the time we finished pissing my cock was completely buried in her for the first time in over a six months. We held on to each other and allowed the sea to do the fucking for us.

"Damn," she whispered. "A bunch of kids are headed our way and they all have masks and snorkels."

I turned and looked and said, "Nobody should be allowed in the ocean when we are in it."

She giggled and slid out of me and after giving my cock a couple squeezes placed my dick in my suit.

She asked me to cover her pussy with her suit. I took that as an invitation to play with her pussy for a few moments.

The kids swam past us and she wrapped her legs around me again and we just held on to each other.

"There is no one around," she whispered.

The kids had gone past the third sandbar.

Twenty seconds later my cock was again deep in her pussy. Then we kissed. It was a long deep kiss that wiped away all the years of marital doldrums. It was a kiss that revealed to us that we were still very much in love with each other.

The sea resumed our fuck and the kiss added the passion. She moaned and tensed and had a strong orgasm. Mine started as hers ended. Her legs tightened even more around me.

The sex was over but our kiss went on until a rogue wave crashed into us forcing our bodies to separate.

We laughed as we re-set our swimsuits and walked to the beach hand in hand. We dried off then decided to go to the resorts beach bar for drinks. Several people there had seen her dive from my shoulders and congratulated us for our stunt. That felt good too.

We were at one end of the bar; I was on the last stool with a wall behind me, which prompted her to give me a show. She reached into her cover up and freed her tits. I could see them clearly but anyone else would only be able to suspect. Except for the woman tending bar.

She became more attentive to us and in fact stayed at our end when waiting for orders.

My wife had been caressing my dick when we leaned towards each other for kisses. She had flattened my wet swimsuit to its sides and my cock was perfectly outlined. She allowed the bartender to see her play with my dick.

A couple of drinks later my wife looked at me and blushed then unbuttoned the top button of the top. The bartender was now going to have a clear view of a tit when she came back.

I kissed her my approval.

The bartender joined the game completely to the point that once when we were her only bar customers she flipped her tits out of her halter top, dipped the nipples into our drinks and brought them to us with tits exposed. My wife and I rose from our stools and each of us kissed a nipple. She then covered her tits and went to fill a waitress's order. Her nipples were trying to go through her top which the waitress saw, and kissed them. That was fun.

We sipped our tit infused drink as she ran her hand over my dick and I ran my finger over a very nice camel toe. Soon the wetness of her crotch was not seawater nor was the wet spot on my swimsuit. We signaled for a check and we were waved away.

We hurried home and undressed quickly. Less than a minute after we closed the door we were in full fuck on our bed, the first such fuck in months. We found that we still had the ability to cum together.

We kissed until I decided I needed an explanation. I asked to tell me about her piss fetish.

She blushed and giggled and said, "It started when I was a teenager. I was in the shower when I suddenly needed to pee. I though it would be silly to step out to do it so I peed in the shower. I turned the shower spray to my pussy while pissing and got a jolt of pleasure. I started masturbating before I finished pissing and had a great orgasm. I still hold my pee before I shower.

Once while pissing on the pot I put my hand on the stream and when it splashed back on my pussy I was instantly halfway to a cum. I masturbated immediately then too.

I had kept my fetish secret from everyone including you all my life. I was embarrassed by it.

When you peed on my pussy last night it had a much bigger effect on me than anything before, I had a nice cum. When you did not freak, when you joined me in my fetish, it was like I had been released from a cage.

I never would have fucked in public until today. I never would have played with your dick in public until today. And I certainly would not have flashed my tit to another woman until today much less kiss a tit. Your new wife is a wild woman. OK, not wild but nowhere near the prude you had before."

" I love my new wife. I love my old wife too but discovering something new about you and discovering something new about me has put us in the awkward position of having to fire a lawyer."

She laughed and said, "I wonder what she will think?"

"That we screwed up a perfectly good divorce?"

We laughed and kissed.

"I really do love my wife," I said.

"I love my husband, always have. I have no clue as to why I forgot that. Make sure I never do again."

We hugged and kissed until the sea, the drinks, and the fucks caught up with us and we fell asleep.

About an hour later she woke me up and said, "Honey, I have to pee."

I already had an erection before we made it to the shower.