Caught By Hubby

Ever since I was little, I've always enjoyed holding my pee. I love being so desperate I have to dash to the bathroom, not knowing if I'll make it in time.

I’ve been married to my husband for three years and he doesn’t know anything about my fetish – he thinks I just have a tiny bladder, because of my seemingly constant desperation.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a really close call. I had been holding all day and I was bursting for a wee. I thought I could hold out a bit longer, so I lay on my bed to make myself more comfortable.

After just another ten minutes, I was curled up in a knot, all my energies focused on holding my pee back. I st ripped off my jeans and knickers so I could hold myself better. S hit, I was desperate!

        My hand between my legs, rocking around and squirming, I was getting fantastically horny. I stroked my **** and shivered with pleasure.

        I could feel my pee straining to escape and rubbed myself with a mixture of agony and delight.

I mast urbated feverishly, gasping and moaning with happiness and relief as a torrent of warm, wet pee gushed out unstoppably, soaking my fingers, my thighs, the bed.

        Soon, I came to a shuddering climax and relaxed, breathing heavily as I stroked my pis s-sodden pus sy

Suddenly, I heard a noise. I opened my eyes to see my husband standing at the end of the bed, looking bewildered and uncomfortable, home early from work.

Somehow, I managed to explain it away by saying I hadn’t realized I had to pee so bad before it, and not that this was the whole reason in the first place.

Since then, I’ve been much more careful about it, but I do wish I had someone to share my fetish.

Like now, for instance, I’m desperate to pee, but I want to hold it longer. However, my husband is sitting in the room with me, and I don’t want him to see if I accidentally pis s myself.

Shame. I could have so much fun.