Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  All hell broke loose with five seconds to go. I lost track as women bolted towards the front and rear doors. Some crouched down on the floor of the great room. A few did nothing at all and just continued sitting or standing in place; apparently too drunk to either comprehend or accept what they knew was about to happen. And one, my girlfriend, lay passed out and completely oblivious to her desperate situation except, perhaps, in her dreams.

  The caps player, still waiting not-so-patiently in line at the bathroom door, gradually lost her struggle. She felt intense heat between her legs as hot pee slowly filled her urethra despite her best efforts to hold it in. Her hands still held her skirt bunched against her panties as the pee began its unhurried journey through her clenched fingers to the floor.

  Those who had waited until this moment to head for the exits were too late, I knew. Most fled from my view before they lost control, but I knew they would be uncontrollably leaking as they scrambled down the stairs and into the yard. The blond card dealer didn't even make it to the doorway; she left the table like lightening and sprinted towards the kitchen door, but she slipped in a wet patch on the carpet and fell sprawling on her stomach. She looked at me with eyes wide and full of panic as she reached towards the zipper on her jeans and began struggling to get it down. Lying on her stomach made this quite difficult, but rolling onto her back was the last action she took dry. The urgency quickly faded from her movements, and she gave up altogether with her zipper only halfway down. Our eyes met for a few moments as the carpet below her faded to a darker shade, but then she cast an arm over her face, blocking her eyes.

  Back at the card table, the pink-slippered girl was miraculously still in control, despite the continuous string of spurts she was letting out to relieve the pressure. However, the girl on her lap had evidently just reached the breaking point. She was heavily intoxicated and sitting on her friend's lap reminded her too greatly of sitting on a toilet; that thought was all it took for her to let go. A downpour of pee inundated her shorts and filled her friend's mostly-dry lap.

  The girl beneath her was technically safe and probably could have held on, but she had just intentionally started to release another short burst when pee started flooding in from above. The liquid flooding her navel was warm and tickled slightly as it ran over her belly and into the cleft between her legs. She struggled to regain control of her own burst, but the pee felt so nice and warm, and she was tired of trying. Moments later, her own torrent joined that of her friend.

  Across the table from the pair, the girl sitting on her boyfriend's lap went wide-eyed as she observed the chaos erupting around her, but her expression was one of amusement rather than fear. She lived at this house and had already changed into her fuzzy blue pajamas for the evening. Locking lips with her boyfriend, she began vigorously rubbing herself against his crotch as she let nature take its course. She held nothing back, and within moments both were soaked from the waist down.

  Looking through the doorway to the kitchen, I saw one ingenious girl hop up and sit over the sink. She flipped on the faucet and started rinsing her beer cup even as she lost control over the sink. She didn't even stop talking to the three boys standing around her, and they were none the wiser to the fact that she was pissing uncontrollably in her clothes as she talked to them.

  ****

  Beyond my visual awareness, a girl in a dark upstairs bedroom gyrated her naked hips frantically around a hard dick buried deep within her. Passion, heat and more than a few drinks filled the couple completely. Several minutes ago, she had felt a nagging urge to pee, but right now she cared far more about fucking the stud below her than using the bathroom; going to the bathroom could wait until they finished, she told herself. So, she had totally dismissed the urge to go as only a drunk person can; just as she and the boy, who she had met earlier that night, had dismissed using a condom once a five second search of his wallet had failed to locate one. Instead, they had agreed that he would warn her in time to dismount before he came.

  At the ten minute mark her bladder began releasing its contents, ignorant of her desire to wait until she finished. A moment of sobriety accompanied its release, and the girl realized that piss, her piss, was now flooding past the boy's cock and onto his groin. Thinking quickly, she began faking an orgasm. Leaning back on her hands she moaned loudly, closed her eyes and began shaking her whole body; hopefully the boy would buy her deception.

  In fact, he did; and her shivering body coupled with the feeling of her hot liquid rushing past his cock sent him over the edge instantly. He came immediately and uncontrollably with his shaft still sunk deep.

  Still occupied with faking an orgasm and struggling to regain control of her bladder, the girl didn't even notice. When she finished, the boy quickly sat up, pushed her onto her back and kissed her. He immediately offered to eat her out. She laughed silently and agreed, knowing that he would be licking up her piss, but he too was laughing inside, because it would allow him to destroy the evidence and prevent her from realizing what had really transpired. But neither would be laughing in a few weeks.

  ****

  In the great room, the caps player still stood outside the bathroom door. Throughout the ordeal she had managed to maintain as much control over her bladder as physically possible. She had never lost control outright, but had been slowly and continuously dripping for the past minute. Her panties were soaked, her skirt was soaked, her hands were soaked, her legs were soaked, her feet and shoes were soaked, and the floor was soaked; but she willfully ignored this as she continued to try to hold the leak to a trickle.

  Beside me, I heard a faint hissing noise and looked down at my still-unconscious girlfriend. I jammed my hands beneath the elastic of her pants and slipped my fingers into her panties. They encountered a warm spray that saturated first her panties, then her pants, and then the couch upon which we sat. I played with her idly as she emptied the entire contents of her bladder without regaining consciousness.

  A peaceful, relieved smile adorned her face as I picked her up and walked through the chaos in the house towards the door. On my way out, I walked past the girl with the green cup, who, upon seeing so many people lose control, had decided to let the rest out right where she stood. I stepped delicately around the puddle surrounding her on my way out. My girlfriend and I reached the door, then descended the steps to the street below and faded into the darkness in the direction of my apartment.

  The End.

  Why Does She Push My Buttons

  My wife Sonja is an enchanting seductress, or put another way is a fucking slut that gives off a vibe that makes every man she meets want to breed her and put his seed inside her. She knows she has that effect on men and she enjoys it. She likes to display her body, playing her little flirtatious games and being the object of as many male fantasies as she can.

  She is a Latin female so I guess that comes with the territory. I am not sure if that is part of their culture or if comes with that stupid idiotic Catholic bullshit they put in their heads that you can do whatever you damn well please and "God will forgive you". All you have to do is drink a little grape juice and say a few Hail Marys' and you can pretend like nothing ever happened.

  I know I should not complain these are the same qualities that attracted me to her in the first place and a lot of the time I am incredibly turned on by the fact that other men are attracted to her. Even so she drives me crazy sometimes taking me to the highest highs and the lowest lows emotionally you can imagine. Like the song says "She'll take away your pain like a bullet through your brain."

  To her credit she has tried to explain it to me on a number of occasions. Being very open and candid describing what she thinks and feels and how it feeds a part of her being that she does not understand and cannot always control.

  She said she loves being a very bad girl, she loves giving every man she encounters a hard-on. Young, old, short, tall, skinny, fat it didn't matter. As long as he has a cock, she loves to tease it.

  She said s
he always looks forward to the next lucky man who she will let play this game of tease and please. Determined to get the man's attention, bring him to his knees with lust and then leaving him hanging.

  She said she loves to see what she can get away with, pushing the envelope partaking in a little bit of risk just enough to feel a rush. She loves it when she makes a man so uncomfortable that he can't speak. She loves that she brings out that sort of reaction in men.

  She said more than anything, it thrills her to dress as slutty as possible and bask in the ogling and drooling of every man she passes. Wearing a revealing wardrobe makes her an entirely new and different person. She feels so free and open. These little things are enough to make her feel sexy and give her that little naughty feeling that she needs to get through the day.

  She said she enjoys the game of risque dress-up to reveal more cleavage, or wearing practically see-through blouses, or wearing more skirts, really short skirt either bare leg or with stockings, and of course everything has to be tight fitting. Tight at the waist, so that it accentuates her hips and her firm and tight behind and complimented with the right pair of high heels.

  She loves showing off her nice cleavage jiggling her breasts pulling her shoulders back to make her breasts jut out. Wearing tops that at the right angle if she bends over, anybody can get a perfect view of her tits and that excites her. Women always know when they are being looked at and enjoy it she says.

  She feels a thrill of satisfaction when every man in the area is staring at her and she flashes him her most come-hither smile then turns and walks away with her ass swaying from side to side. She said she can almost hear their dicks swelling up in their pants.

  She said sometimes she just needs to expose her body. She said "It's a thrill just to think about opening my cunt up for them. I let them take a sneaky picture of my pussy on their cell phones knowing they will go home and think about me while they beat off and shoot a huge load of cum made just for me."

  This is my wife and what I have to deal with. I know in many respects she is every man's dream every man's fantasy including my own but still it doesn't make it any easier.

  I have a wide range of conflicted feelings watching her tease other men including jealousy sometimes feeling threatened and even insecure about our marriage and my own masculinity. On the other hand I also find her actions highly erotic and make me want to see her do even more erotic and outrageous things.

  I love seeing Sonja's body, and love even more for her to expose herself where others can see her. I don't know why, but it always seems to intensify the erotic experience; it adds an edge of danger and adventure. Watching her expose herself to other men is much more exciting than seeing the same exposure in private, because it adds a reckless thrill to her sexuality. Seeing other men enjoy Sonja's body emphasized to me how desirable she is and how lucky I am to have her.

  I don't know why but I get really turned on by the anticipation of Sonja flaunting her naked body to other men and the whole preparation for her exposure is foreplay for her and for me. I love watching her dress slutty to go out with her friends for the night.

  My wife has her little group of girlfriends she hangs out with kind of like the TV show "Sex in the City". Three other women that like her are married. Of course my wife has to be the "Alpha Barbie" of the group and she works hard to maintain that status.

  I don't understand the group dynamics and her needs that she fulfills from being in that group. I do know that whenever I do things to enhance her status in that group and among her other girlfriends I usually get rewarded in the form of sexual treats or some other payback that makes my life much more enjoyable.

  The downside of her little group is she likes to show off and do thing she wouldn't do otherwise. She is bad enough after a few drinks on her own but add to that her need to impress her girlfriends and she turns into a complete slut.

  A good example of how she likes to show off for her girlfriends and then lets things get completely out of control happened a few months ago. We were having her friends over at our house to help celebrate the Christmas holidays.

  She had decided to go for a sultrier look than usual with a low-cut, clingy red dress and strappy high heels she was a knockout. I had enjoyed watching her get ready earlier putting on her makeup, pulling on a black garter belt and stockings and finally a black lace bra. At the last moment she decided not to wear any panties. She was definitely dressed up to get messed up and I thought to myself I am going to hit that later.

  It was just like any party during the holidays: too many people and not enough intelligent conversation and lots of heavy drinking. After a few hours of talking about the weather, work and all remaining topics, everyone was bored to tears.

  The party was spread out all over the house with some people in the living room and most in the patio area out by the pool. In the beginning Sonja was playing the good hostess almost to a fault and then after numerous drinks she shifted her attention to circulating around and flirting with all the guys leaving me with keeping our guests with fresh drinks.

  I was unable find something in kitchen so I went looking for my wife to find out where she had hid it. I walked all over the house and eventually found her in the living room.

  I found her with Dave who was sitting next to her on the couch sitting very close to her. I was already aroused at what I knew was potentially going to happen.

  I don't know why I didn't see this coming, the flirting between Sonja and Dave seemed to be innocent enough, so not wanting to look insecure or overly possessive I let it go for months. Dave was the husband of one her girlfriends in her little group.

  On the weekends we would all go out for a few drinks, Dave and his wife Susan, me and Sonja. Sometimes afterwards Sonja would tell me she thought Dave was a hunk and she wished that she had done him back when she had the chance before we were married. I put it down to the erotic sexual fantasies that she was always playing around with.

  I was struggling as to why just thinking of her with another man would turn me on so much, worse still that it wasn't an imaginary man, it was Dave, one of our closest friends, she was teasing me with. The trouble is, once a woman finds a weakness they exploit it, I didn't know what was going on in her mind when she was playing with me like that.

  I saw Sonja and Dave from across the room, watching their every move. She was torturing him and she loved every second of it.

  At times, she would laugh and draw attention to herself, highlighting the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. It was an act of confidence rather than uncouth, proving that she was undaunted and in command.

  She leaned in close and he tilted his head back for her to kiss his cheek. Instead Sonja kissed him on the mouth and ran her hands down his back and rested them on his ass.

  With that, she leaned in close and gave him a sensuous kiss; it was a kiss of lovers that was more appropriate for a porn movie.

  I can't describe the whirlwind of emotions that overcame me, nervousness, embarrassment, shock and anger, but the emotion that overwhelmed them all was one of excitement. I was frozen to the spot stunned by what was happening just a few feet away from me. I could hear him responding to her, she kept kissing him to keep him under her influence and she was loving it. It's was very odd to watch my wife kissing another man, not just a peck on the cheek, but full blown erotic/passionate kisses, holding his head as she kissed him, seeing her legs wide open offering everything that she had to give to him.

  With a taunting smirk on her face she lowered her mouth to his cheek, where her sharp, hot tongue traced the length of his jaw line, and then, almost tenderly, kissed his cheek.

  At that moment my wife slowly knelt down, still fully clothed, as Dave unbuckled his trousers. Sonja was soon jerking him to an erection, licking all over his sizeable cock.

  Slowly, she took him in her mouth, her saliva coating his cock as it slid in and out between her full, luscious red lips.

  "God, you're good!" exclaimed Dave. "W
hat a good cock-sucker!"

  He watched intently as her lips rose slowly on his shaft. And he felt her deliberately dragging her teeth against the underside of his tortured manhood, sending his body into a spastic fit.

  Dave knelt down beside her and was roughly groping her tits through her dress, which seemed to be getting her wilder by the second. She was grunting around Dave's cock in her mouth, reaching round frantically with one hand to try and grope Dave's cock. Dave took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back roughly.

  "Do it, bitch!" She nodded, wincing at his forcible treatment. She closed her eyes, and took Dave's cock deep into her mouth.

  "That's a good little slut!" Dave looked down on my wife, who had sent him into a frenzy of motion, slamming his crotch forward into her face as she took his cock right down her throat, gripping his butt cheeks firmly with both hands.

  Deeper and deeper she went, when at last her nose bumped the hard bone of his pubic, Dave's roar of pleasure thundered through the room. And while I couldn't see it I knew she was giggling inwardly like some silly schoolgirl.

  He climaxed in seconds, shooting right down her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then she gave her loving attention to his cock removing all traces of his juices with her skillful tongue. She teasingly hummed as she worked him, the vibratory ripple of her inflection exploding in tiny droplets of pleasure all over his body.