She watched herself, on the PC screen, looking at her latest upload. She saw herself, in the shower, bladder full, and then starting to release it. As she watched, she remembered that wonderful feeling of relief, of feeling her piss, trickling at first, and then full flow, down her thighs and onto her feet, warm and wet. She remembered herself fingering afterwards, and watched the camera zoom in to a close up of her cunt, hair trimmed, and watched her own fingers part her lips and tease her clit. She smiled to herself with self-approval, pleased with what she saw and pleased too with the reactions her shows made on viewers.
She couldn’t remember any more how, or why she’d started allowing her intimate moments to be filmed and uploaded for the lascivious pleasure of others, but now she can’t stop, it’s way too much fun. And she loved the thought of so many men getting erect, wanking and spunking at her. She loved the sexual power that she had and the reactions and admiration her emails brought. Her ego fed on this attention.
As the video ran on, she found her legs parting, and her fingers circling her clit over her knickers, feeling the moistness seeping through the thin fabric. Then, aroused as she was, she looked back at her other videos and felt the memories. The 5 a day videos had been a great idea, and she’d thoroughly enjoyed making those. The many outdoor films too; her favourites She loved the fresh air feeling on her twat, especially when it was damp from squatting and pisssing, and always that prospect of being caught, exciting and dangerous; God what a thrill that was.
Later that day, normal life had resumed (as it always does) and she was in Tesco; when in a moment of idle thought, an idea popped into her head. She headed back to the vegetable stand and made her selection. The idea firmed up and she had a plan.
That evening, she and her husband were looking at other uploads on Yuvutu. Quite deliberately, she’d been drinking lots, water, juice, lager, and now her bladder was quite full. But she held on, drinking more. She became more and more aroused, both by the images they were looking at, and by the thoughts in her head. Husband was getting turned on too, they’d been watching others on the site, peeing, fingering, licking, sucking and fucking. All sorts of base intimate acts, shared willingly with the world. Still she drank more. By now, her bladder was full and she was beginning to ache as she squeezed her cunt muscles tight. She was in exquisite pain.
She headed upstairs, alone, this was for her pleasure only. She called in the bedroom and picked up the lubricant gel, and then the corn on the cob she’d purchased and prepared, and then to the bathroom. She undressed, turned on the shower and stepped under the hot gushing water. She showered first, washing her hair, slowly, enjoying her fingers massaging her scalp, and then lathered her body up. The feeling heightened by her knowledge of what was to come. Then she was rinsed, she put one leg on the shower stall wall, and slowly eased the lubed corn into her willing cunt. She felt it stretch, the lumpy corn rubbing and rasping smoothly on her clitoris. She eased it back out, and then in again. Oh Fuck this felt good. Faster and faster she did it, fucking herself in the shower with the slippery lumpy textured dildo. Images of sex passed behind her closed eyes, like flickering snapshots; she saw couples fucking, women masturbating, she saw herself, in her many videos, pisssing, wanking, showing her body to the world on the internet, she remembered the intense rush that gave her, and the reactions and emails. Quickly, she felt the orgasm building. The buzz started in her pussy as a warm feeling, and began working its way through her body. She felt it spread, warming her flesh. She flushed and her nipples hardened; the hair on her arms erect, and her toes and fingers started to tingle. As the orgasm reached her head, she started to shake and shudder and her cunt muscles tightened even more, clenching at the savagery and intensity of her orgasm. She tried to relax but couldn’t. By now her bladder was screaming for relief, but her muscles were out of her control. “Oh My GODDDDDDD”…the intensity of that orgasm, making her cry out loud…..”Fuck me”. Then, as the waves of pleasure subsided, she dropped the corm on the shower floor, it’s purpose served, and managed to relax her bladder. Oh the sweet relief of feeling her hot piss come flooding out, of feeling her muscles relax, but at the same time still pulsing through her orgasm. My God what a contrast she was feeling; the sheer relief and exquisite pleasure of emptying her bladder whilst at the same time, the indulgence of a body shaking orgasm. She felt the sensuous relief of her bladder and cunt muscles relaxing finally, as she drained her full bladder, and relished in the secondary pleasure of her piss running down her legs, slowly draining away.
 

J and I had talked about going to a swingers club for a while. We researched a while, and selected one in the Midlands. That day, she left her unknowing husband at home and drove to meet me in the hotel we’d booked. We ate, had a couple of drinks and then dressed for the club.
Once we arrived, we were both pretty nervous having agreed in advance that as our first visit; we would restrict ourselves to playing with others, not full sex. The club was really classy; there was a nice bar, cool décor and good music. Around 10:00, people began to drift off to get undressed so we did the same. We went to the changing rooms, undressed and slipped on the huge fluffy robes provided. Obviously we were very curious so walked around the club exploring all the rooms. We found individual rooms with beds, larger rooms with 2 or 3 beds in for group sex, one huge room with around 15 beds and loungers in it, and an enormous Jacuzzi. This was too inviting so we took our robes off and entered the Jacuzzi.  Couples came and went and the warm bubbling water was quite erotic. I sat against the poolside with J sat on my lap facing me. I slipped my hard cock in her and we gently rocked and made love. After a few minutes, a girl of around 30 swam over and asked if she could suck on J’s breasts.
J had always had a bi side that she hadn’t explored so she eagerly agreed. She and I broke away from making love, and as the girl sucked on her tits, I reached under her and began to finger her whist she was fingering J and wanking me, all under water. Meanwhile, another couple with whom we had been chatting earlier, Sue and Dave, came into the pool. I asked them if they wanted to join in and they agreed. Sue began to caress and suck on J’s other breast whilst Dave took over fingering J. The first girl wandered off to join her man leaving us four together. I sat Sue on the edge of the pool and went started to lick her pussy. I flicked my tongue on her clit and licked and sucked on her labia. I reached for J’s hand and tugged her to me, and together, we licked Sue’s pussy. What a sight, my woman licking another. I was holding her cunt lips wide apart for J to suck on her clit. After a while, J and Sue swapped places and it was J’s turn but this time, it was Sue and I licking her whilst she sucked on Dave’s cock. As time passed, we all swapped and sucked and licked and fingered each other. The girls deep kissed with tongues, whilst we fondled and played.
I wish I could say that we had sex with them then but we didn’t. We broke off and went our separate ways then. J and I wandered around the club a bit more, had another drink and then found an empty bed in the large playroom. All around us people were having sex, fondling and fingering, either couples or groups. It was an incredibly charged atmosphere. We started making love and the feeling of having full sex in the open almost, with people watching was such a rush. We both felt very aroused.

And the sequel? Well, J and I did see each other again a few times but now no longer do, although we’re in touch. She and her hubby have split and she has re-visited the club with one or two other partners, even going alone sometimes, and has progressed to full sex with others there. Each time she regales me afterwards with her experiences, and even though that’s just a vicarious thrill, I’m still proud of the fact that her first experience with another woman was with me, as was her first swinging experience.