As always, I arrived home from work around 6 PM and made my way up the path and into the house.
'I'm home, darling', I called out.
Caroline came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel and looked carefully at me. My wife is a beautiful woman,
around five foot seven, with blazing dark eyes and long auburn hair cascading down over over her back. Her body is
perfectly formed with jutting breasts and a small waist curving out to her sexy hips. She didn't smile or return my
greeting and for a moment she was silent, examining me. Then she said,
'Go to the spare room, strip naked and lie on the bed'.
I felt a thrill go through me as I realised she was about to embark on one of her adventure sex games with me. She
would be in charge and I would not know what was going to happen until it happened - except that it would be filthy and
would leave me satiated. She did this to me every few months, when I least expected it. Caroline turned and went back
into the kitchen and I followed her instructions, knowing that I dared not disobey. I walked down the hallway to the
spare room where I noticed that she had stripped the bed down and put down a rubber blanket underneath the only sheet.
Obviously, whatever was going to happen would involve getting wet. I smiled and began to strip. The room was warm
and comfortable and I lay down on the bed on my back, looking up at the ceiling. My penis was already half-erect, in
anticipation of what was to follow.
Presently, the door clicked open and Caroline came in, carrying twine and some scissors. She cut a length of twine,
tied it around my left ankle, then pulled my leg open and tethered me to the bedpost. She then did the same with my
other leg, so that I lay there with my legs wide open and my stiffening penis sticking up in the air. She then tied my
wrists to the head of the bed using the same method. When I was completely secure she took a box of tissues from
the dresser, put them on the bed next to me and then she stood looking down at me.
'What are you going to do?, I asked.
She smiled. Her reply surprised me.
'I'm going to have a bridge party', she said.
She turned and left the room, closing the door with a click.
A bridge party? What the hell?
Caroline had three female friends with whom she played bridge regularly. I had an idea that the four women had been
getting up to a few dirty games together but I knew nothing definite. Now, it seemed, I was about to find out. All three of
Caroline's friends had been known to us for some years. Marcia had been at school with Caroline - they were the same age, 30,
but Marcia was black, with a stunning body and flashing eyes. She had a strong personality. Andrea, the youngest, was only
22, and had met Caroline when they worked together. She was small and quiet, with a slim body, blonde hair and tiny breasts.
Doris, the oldest of the four, was a widow in her early sixties. She was a lovely, friendly person, but getting a little
wrinkled and with a tendency to put on a little weight.
I lay on the bed, wondering about the evening and feeling a little annoyed at being left alone. The bedroom was warm and
quiet and it was pleasant, but a little boring, especially as I was unable to reach my cock. I felt the stiffness ebbing away
and soon my penis was lying gently in my groin.
The doorbell rang. I heard voices as Caroline let her friends into the house, then laughter and the clink of glasses.
It began to get dark as time passed. I listened to the four women in the lounge, playing cards, talking and laughing.
Then I heard someone coming down the hall way.
"Toilet's this way isn't it Caro?". It was Marcia's voice.
"Not the usual one," I heard Caroline call. "Tonight's the special toilet. In the spare room".
The door opened and the light snapped on. Marcia was standing in the doorway looking at me. She was wearing a white blouse,
and a knee length black skirt and she laughed.
"I see what you mean Caro!" she called back over her shoulder. "It's pretty special!"
Marcia grinned at me and closed the door. I knew not to say anything but my penis was stiffening again.
Marcia put her hands up her skirt and, still grinning at me, pulled down her panties and took them off. She climbed up onto
the bed then squatted over my stomach, pulling her skirt up as she did so. She looked down at me and smiled.
"Caroline's opened a nice bottle of wine," she said. "And I really need this ... "
Suddenly a hot splash of warm yellow piss erupted from her vagina and cascaded down onto my chest. The pee splashed off me
and I felt the warm liquid splash against my face.
"Mmmm," said Marcia. "Christ, that feels good"
Her piss settled into a slow stream, running from between her tight, brown flaps and down onto my stomach and over my
cock which was now rock hard. Piss ran down between my balls and I felt the warm liquid settling under my arse. Marcia's
stream slowed then stopped, then I watched a look of concentration come over her face, she pushed once and a and a last
spurt of hot urine came out of her body,
Marcia finished pissing. Still in the squatting position, she reached out to the tissue box, removed a tissue, then
wiped her wet vagina with it. She climbed off the bed and looked down at me, then she leant down, gently kissed my cock once
and stood back.
"You look flushed," she laughed. "As any good toilet should be". She put the wet tissue against my lips and I briefly tasted
her piss before she threw the used tissue into the waste basket by the bed.
She put her panties back on and left the room.
I lay in the darkness, waiting to see what would happen next.