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A great night out! (warning…pee stuff involved, soI had already decided to share this story on here as it was happening live…which was just last night! Ok it doesn’t involve hard core sex or fucking, but for those who “get” the thrills of exhibitionism and voyeurism, you will hopefully realise why it was such horny experience for DJ and myself…and for the other guy who was involved. We’ve spoken about nothing else all day today…and when DJ gets back home tonight, we’re going to re-live the events once again when in bed. So, to set the story. After what has seemed like months of us both working with hardly a day off together, we had decided to book a couple of nights away in a lovely Edinburgh city centre hotel. We arrived early on Friday afternoon and checked out just this afternoon (Sunday) …after fucking each others brains out for most of the morning! Friday consisted of a few glasses of wine late in the afternoon, a nice Italian meal in the evening, finished off by a gentle cuddling and fucking session before an early night. Saturday was a little bit different….and we had already planned on it being one of our “dirty days”….simply meaning that DJ would tease the life out of me all day, and her reward would be a well fucked pussy as we fell asleep that night.As I came out of the bathroom after showering in the morning, I already knew it was going to be a pretty special day, as DJ was lying naked on the bed buzzing out a few cums with her favourite Hitachi wand toy. She told me that she was desperate for a fuck, however I responded by telling her that this would come later, and her job today was to earn it (this is a little game we have played quite often). So, she wanked herself out one last cum and prepared to get dressed. I was by now naked, rock hard and desperate to give her a good hard fucking…but rules are rules and all that! I watched as my personal sexy MILF got dressed…a simple loose white blouse, of course with no bra. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she exaggerated checking herself in the mirror…pulling the blouse tight to clearly expose her pokey nipples through the fabric. Then came a pair of lace topped hold up stockings, and a plain black skirt. The skirt she had chosen was cut just above knee length, and fairly loose. As she often does (knowing she’s teasing the hell out of me) she bent over, allowing the skirt to ride up over the back of her stocking tops, and asked “well can you see anything?”. As I was staring at her stocking tops and a clear view of her little pink lips poking out from between her freshly shaved pussy and bum crack I responded (ok I lied!), and told her “nope…can’t really see anything from that angle”. Her outfit was finished off with a pair of high heeled black knee length boots and a black knee length warm winter coat (it is pretty cold in Scotland in March!). So, at about midday, we set off out for a long day of sexy fun and teasing. Other than enjoying some lovely personal upskirt views of DJ’s stockings and pussy as we sampled a few glasses of wine in some nice city centre bars, the afternoon passed without any real moments of note. I did catch one young guy staring at her stocking tops as she sat cross legged on a high bar stool….but that’s kinda standard when she’s done this stuff for many years now. Fast forward to around 7pm, and we had moved on to a lovely bar / club that we’ve been to a few times. As it was so early in the evening, it wasn’t too busy, and the daytime crowd were filtering out and being replaced by those starting their nights out. Although we were both pretty tipsy by now, we weren’t too drunk…which is a good thing for DJ as she can be terrifyingly brave when she is! Anyway…that’s enough of a build up, and I’ll cut straight to the good stuff now! I had left DJ sitting at a fairly low level table and seat as I headed to the bar to collect another drink. We had been sitting at the same table for maybe 20 minutes…just chatting, sneaking some kisses, and with DJ getting a little bit more explicit in showing me her pussy whenever she thought it was safe to do so. As I was waiting at the bar, a guy appeared next to me, and without any other introduction he jokingly said “Excuse me, this bahis firmaları is probably going to sound really forward….but I’ve noticed that your wife has no pants on”….That was all he said…just that, and nothing more, as he stood next to me at the bar. It took me a few seconds to compose myself, and I thought “fuck it…why not!”. I responded by asking him how he had noticed…and he quietly told me he had been sitting minding his own business across the room and had caught a view of DJ putting one leg on the edge of her chair and opening her legs for me. DJ had did this for my benefit of course, and I had no idea that anyone else had seen. As we both waited to be served, I told the guy (he was probably early 40’s, well dressed and seemed polite enough) that it was just a little game we often played together, and I hoped he wasn’t offended. He laughed and told me he wasn’t offended at all, and the view had already brightened up his evening. As I was being served my drinks, I jokingly told him he should wait around a bit as he might see some more…to which he smiled again and said he may just do that.As I walked back to our table my heart was thumping out of my chest. The thrill of knowing some random stranger had already had a glimpse of DJ’s pussy had my cock almost bursting inside my trousers, and I couldn’t wait to tell DJ. As I sat down opposite her, I recounted the story, and her immediate reaction was to ask who the guy was and where was he sitting. I turned and looked around, and the guy was still standing at the corner of the bar waiting to be served, so I pointed him out to DJ. I could already see the naughty look in her eye, and this made my heart pound even faster! I actually warned her at that point that she should be careful. We didn’t know the guy…and we couldn’t be sure he wasn’t some kind of wierdo murderer or something! In situations like this DJ scares the fucking life out of me with her behavior…and I just knew that this was going to turn into one of these times. She seems to get a massive thrill out of making me as nervous as hell by pushing the boundaries, and often I am torn between the sheer thrill of what’s happening, and really just wanting her to stop! This was just about to become one of those times.I could see her watching over my shoulder, and she told me the guy had walked back from the bar and was sitting almost directly behind me a couple of table widths away. She told me he was on his own and there was no-one else in direct eyeline…then she asked me quietly if she could “give him a little flash”. I had my back to the guy, and although I thought I was about to have a heart attack, I said “yes…but fuck sake be careful….just a little one”. Well….DJ being DJ…and being a little bit tipsy…she broke all the rules (once more!) She proceeded to lift both feet onto the base of her seat allowing her loose skirt to ride up her thighs, opened her legs to fully expose her stockings and pussy, looked right at the guy behind me and lifted her glass as if toasting him!! I actually panicked at this point and leaned forward and pulled her feet from the edge of the chair…but DJ was already laughing her head off and was obviously finding the situation extremely funny. I leaned forward and asked her what the fuck she thought she was doing…to which she responded by telling me to relax, and that the guy had lifted his own glass to respond to her “toast”. This put my mind at ease a little bit, and the nerves and panic quickly turned into raw sexual excitement once again. Within a few more seconds I was “back in the game”. I asked DJ if he was still looking over, to which she confirmed….and I asked whether she was up for doing the same thing again…to which she immediately agreed. So, after a quick look around to check the lie of the land, she again lifted both feet onto the edge of her chair, let her skirt ride up her thighs, and spread her legs even wider than she had before. I was now getting a full on view of her sopping wet shaven pussy, framed by her black stockings…and I knew that the guy behind me was seeing the very same thing from a few feet away. Although she must have kept that pose for no more than maybe 10 seconds, it felt like minutes…and kaçak iddaa I was just about ready to move her legs as she dropped her feet to the floor….as she did so she whispered “Fuck! He’s coming over!”. I didn’t even have time to react before the guy was standing beside me at our table. It was clear he was pretty nervous and he didn’t really know what to say, other than something along the lines of “Hi’ I’m David…and errm…I spoke to your husband at the bar…and errm….” DJ at this point took control and said “Hi David, I’m DJ and this is G…., pleased to meet you”. After another few nervy moments, David sat down at a free chair next to us, and there followed an embarrassing period of silence. Again DJ took control, and as she often does when she’s in this kind of mood, she cut right to the chase…with absolutely no fucking around. She said “This is just a bit of fun for us…we don’t do swinging, swapping or sharing, so please don’t think that’s what’s going to happen” I’ve heard her say this stuff to other guys previously, and although most have “got it” right away…a few have taken things the wrong way and have become pretty defensive and annoyed. David however just smiled and said “Well it’s been fun for me so far as well…and I’m happily married and waiting on some pals arriving…so no pressure from my side for anything more than what I’ve seen so far!”…and at that he lifted his glass for another pretend toast. As the relief surged though me, I fully expected at that point we’d have a nice jokey conversation and that David would eventually wander off to meet up with his pals, and that DJ and I would end up shagging each others brains out whilst recalling the memories. It seems however that DJ was in no mood to stop at that….and that she was intent on teasing the life out of me for a little while yet! She leaned in closer to David and said “So…do you prefer shaved or hairy fannies?” I admit to almost fucking choking on my Merlot!! , but David, stuttered that he didn’t really have a preference..and that he didn’t mind either. At that, DJ lifted her left foot onto the edge of her chair, and in doing so exposing her stockinged thigh and pussy to both David and myself. She knew from that position she was safely showing to only us and not to the rest of the room….and she just leaned back and watched as we both took in the view. As she sat there, I could see (as could David) that she was very very wet, and her little pink lips were swollen and poking out from her shaven mound. I could also see that she was reveling in her brazen behavior and she sat like that for at least a minute whilst watching us both staring at her pussy. She then smiled and asked David “ Well…..shaven or hairy?”….to which he immediately this time answered “shaven….definitely shaven!”. For a few minutes after this we just chatted a bit…mainly us telling David that this was just “our thing”…and that we’d always enjoyed the thrills of flashing and exhibitionism…and also that it was a pleasure to find a willing participant to our fun and games. David told us that he’d never really thought too much about that kind of stuff, and that although he enjoyed wanking to “normal porn”, he was happy with fucking his wife once a week and he felt she was happy too. He said they had never really talked about anything like flashing etc, and that maybe after this he might think differently. DJ then almost took my breath away (and David’s!), by asking “what about peeing….have you and your wife ever experimented with peeing in your sex life?”…. I almost choked at this…as it was pretty forward…even by tipsy DJ standards! Poor David paused and then answered, and it absolutely wasn’t the answer I expected! He said something like “Well it’s always been something I’ve been curious about, but again it’s not something I’ve really discussed with my wife. I once held my hand under her when she was having a pee on the toilet, but she didn’t seem to be into it so I never tried it again”….to which he looked a bit sheepish. DJ laughed a little, pointed to me and said “Well he got me into it about a week after we met…dirty bugger that he is!” . At that point the conversation turned to the pee things we got up to together…all kaçak bahis of which from the questions he was asking seemed to fascinate David. I was actually taking a little bit of a back seat at this point, and was reveling in DJ being so explicit with this total stranger. She told him that she only enjoys “pee stuff” when it’s running clear…so after a night out, or loading up on water and some “flushing though” beforehand. David was obviously becoming a bit braver by this point, and was asking various questions……one of which was directed to me, and was …”Do you ever drink DJ’s pee?” Well, the truth is that over the years I’ve probably swallowed gallons of her warm sweet clear pee…so my answer was “yes…quite often”. David seemed very curious about this, and again reiterated that this was a subject that (secretly) interested him, but that he’d buried to the back of his mind due to his wife not really being too adventurous when it comes to sex stuff. He again said that after chatting to us he’d maybe have a go at trying new things with his wife. At this point the place was getting a little bit busier, although we were a good bit away from the bar and still quite secluded from the main throng. David had been with us for maybe half an hour at this point, and due to the imminent arrival of his friends, it was clear to us all that our sexy chat was drawing to a close. DJ sensed this too….and mid chat, without any warning, she again lifted her left foot onto the edge of her seat…once more exposing her pussy lips to myself and the watching stanger. She then shuffled forward a little bit more, and I almost shot a load into my boxers as her little puckered bum hole came into view as she did so. David also seemed to be pretty flustered and was looking around to make sure no-one else was watching. DJ is pretty good at knowing her “angles” however, and she was obviously sure that she was shielded from anyone other than the two of us opposite. I honestly thought she was just giving David a great view of her pussy as a nice send of…..until that was she let a little dribble of pee drip out of her pussy and onto the wooden floor! At that point my nerves and fear kicked right back in and I actually told her to stop. She looked at me and calmly said “Don’t worry….it’s fine”….she then looked at David and asked “Are you ok with this?”….to which he said “yes….just scared we’ll be caught”. DJ’s response was “That’s all part of the fun!”….and with another look around, she leaned back a little bit more and squirted a little spurt of pee about a foot in front of herself, splashing on the floor right in front of me and David. I again told her that this was enough, and we have to stop right now. If you’re familiar with the phrase “Red rag to a bull”….then you’ll know what effect that actually had on her. With another check around her, she really let go this time and squirted a 3 or 4 second burst of pee onto the floor in front of us both.(and it’s amazing just how much fluid a 3 or 4 second bust of pee creates!) Make no mistake, this is absolutely one of the horniest and dirtiest things I have even seen her do….but it was also one of the scariest and most nerve shredding things too. I just wanted her to stop right now….she had now gone too far….pissing on a bar room floor in front of a total stranger was not something I had ever imagined she’s be capable of doing….but she evidently was! She then dropped her foot back onto the floor, took an empty glass from the table and placed it gently amidst the pool of pee of the floor, laughingly saying “ooops, look a drink must have spilled”… David (and myself!) seemed speechless for a few seconds…however he broke the silence by saying that he’d just received a text message that his pals were arriving and he was really sorry that he’d have to go. As he stood up, he leaned forward and gently kissed DJ on her cheek….and he also whispered something in her ear. DJ and I also decided to leave at that point, and we readied ourselves to head off to another bar closer to our hotel. As we left, I asked DJ what David had said to her….her response being “I’ll tell you later when we’re in bed”. Later that night…after some really dirty naughty antics, and quite a lot of piss action in our huge walk in hotel shower cubicle, I asked her again what David had said to her….She told me he had said “ Thanks DJ, next time I’m fucking my wife it’ll be you I’m thinking of”

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