A Wet Ride Home From The Theater


“That was incredible!” Amanda said as we walked out of the movie theater. “It was ok,” Matt answered.“Not exactly your type of movie. Thanks for going to see it with me. You know how long I’ve been waiting for it to come out.”“Of course. That’s what a good husband does. Even if the movie is three hours long.”“Was it really that long? That explains why my bladder is bursting. We shouldn’t have gotten the large popcorn and drink.”“Same. I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”“I’ll wait here.”Matt turned to Amanda with a confused look on his face and said, “Didn’t you just say your bladder was bursting?”“Oh it is,” she said with a mischievous smile, “but I want to do something special for you, so I am izmir rus escort bayan going to hold it until we get home.”I was absolutely stunned. Amanda had always been very reluctant to participate in my female desperation fetish.“Don’t just stand there gawking. Go to the bathroom and be quick about it. I can’t hold it forever and I at least want to make it home before I wet myself.”I ran to the bathroom; I was so excited. By the time I returned Amanda was standing with her legs crossed fidgeting.As soon as she saw me she said, “Let’s go. I am not sure how long I can hold it. My bladder is getting more full by the second.”We walked to the car in complete escort izmir otele gelen silence. I was still in shock and she was focusing on remaining in control of her bladder. As we sat in the car and headed out of the parking lot, I could tell she was regaining her composure slightly.“How are you doing?” I asked. “Much better now that I am sitting down. How are you doing?” She said reaching her hand across the car and placing it on my knee. Slowly she slid her hand up my leg until she found my cock.“Jesus Christ! Your cock is rock hard,” she exclaimed. “Why are you surprised? I’ve been telling you about this fetish for years.”“I knew it buca escort would turn you on, but I …”“Amanda, I’m so turned on right now I would cum in an instant if you touched my cock.”“What would happen to your cock if I told you I plan on wetting myself in the shower when we get home?”“Are you serious?!”“I even setup cameras so you can relive this experience over and over again.”“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”“Every day.”We drove on in silence for most of the ride home. I glanced over at my wife as much as possible without driving off the road, taking note of the various positions she experimented with to ease her sore bladder. At first she tried just crossing her knees and bending forward, then she moved her feet onto the dashboard and pulled her knees to her chest. Finally she just shoved her hands between her legs and squeezed her thighs together.When we were about five minutes from our house she broke the silence and said, “you better drive fast or I’m not going to make it to the bathroom.”

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