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I was almost 20, and wondering why guys seemed to lose interest after only a few dates. Then I met Matt. He was tall with wavy brown hair and built like a brick shithouse. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he had magnetism.

On our fourth date we drove out to the country to have a picnic and started making out. In the middle of our make-out session I felt the sudden desperate need to pee. "Matt," I said, pulling away. "You'll have to excuse me, but I need to go to the toilet. Is there one around here?"

"Yeah," he said, pointing. "But you went before we left and that was only two and a half hours ago."

"I know," I said turning red, "but I have a small bladder and can't hold it for long." As I said it I realised why the other guys had gone off me - they had become annoyed with my almost constant search for a bathroom. I was sure it would be this way with Matt, too.

But Matt suddenly smiled slyly. "You might think I'm a pervert for asking this, but... have you ever had an accident?"

"Lots," I said, hanging my head. "I always wear a maxi-pad because of it. Usually I can just go a little to take the edge off until I can find a bathroom." I waited for him to judge me.

But Matt surprised me. "That kinda... turns me on," he confessed.

"Thinking about me having an accident?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna have one now if I don't..." I trailed off.

"Do it," Matt said suddenly. "Have an accident for me."

"Where?"

"Where you're standing is fine," he said.

I stared at him. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah," he said.

So I unclenched and just waited. After a minute the pee started to flow and then I bore down and really pushed it out. It flowed into my denim shorts, down my legs into my sandals and onto the grass.

Finally, it was over. I moved back, not sitting down because I was wet. I looked down at Matt. He was breathing heavily and had a hard-on. "Wow," he said.

"You liked that?"

"Yeah. Come here." He gestured for me to join him on the blanket.

"I'm wet," I said.

"I don't care."

So I sat down on the blanket with him. He pulled me into his arms then and kissed me. His hand immediately went to my wet crotch. He pulled his mouth away and whispered, "My wet girl."

I squirmed. "Yes."

He liked it. I know what you want me to say but I can't - we didn't have sex that day. We went on a couple more dates and each time our petting got hotter and heavier, and he'd get me to 'have an accident' for him.

On the last non-sex date we had he made me pee myself while in his car! I couldn't believe it. But he put his hand on my crotch and waited for me to do it. "Don't leave anything in your bladder," he said. "I want it all."

So I peed and peed, getting pee all over his seat and he loved it. After he kissed me goodnight he whispered in my ear, "I'm going home to take care of my erection and I'll be thinking of this."

I did the same - as soon as I got into my apartment I masturbated furiously, thinking of
peeing for Matt.

We started having sex right after that. The first time I went over to Matt's place already pretty desperate, with the precise intention of having sex with him. I knew he'd want me to have an accident, and I knew how turned on he'd be by it.

I was right. He put in a DVD and we sat and started watching. After about ten minutes I started squirming, and it wasn't because James Spader looks hot naked, it was because I was getting desperate. "Can I use your bathroom?" I asked Matt, knowing what the answer would be. "No, you might miss something," he replied.

"It's a movie about car crashes," I said. "What could I possibly miss?" But I let myself be
persuaded that there was more naked James in the film, and I had to stay in the room. Finally, after about 45 minutes had gone by, I couldn't wait anymore. "I have to... oops, too late!" I started peeing through my thong and long shorts as I sat there, and Matt watched me pee myself while sitting on his couch watching a movie about weirdo car crash fetishists.

When I was done he was breathing heavily, and I glanced down... his cock was rock hard! "Let me help you with that," I said, unzipping him. His cock sprang up out of his jeans and underwear, and I gasped. It was a really good size. I knew it would feel fantastic inside me. "What are you gonna do with that?" I asked flitatiously.

"I'm gonna put it in you and we're gonna have a good time," Matt said.

I lay back on the couch, allowing him to pull off my soaked shorts. But he left on my wet thong panties. "I wanna feel your wetness while we make love," he said.

He didn't even wait for me to get my top off - he lined up right away, and pushed in. I was a virgin, which I hadn't told him, and there was a bit of soreness and stretching, but all those years of playing softball had obviously broken my hymen, so there was no bleeding or anything like that. Matt grunted slightly, and then began screwing me in earnest. I lay there and let him, feeling great. Finally, he made a strange groaning sound, and stilled as he ejaculated inside me. I didn't have an orgasm, but I smiled.

"You didn't come," Matt said.

"I read that most women don't come the first time."

"I was your first?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Wow. That's cool." He paused. "But we'll make sure you have an orgasm next time. I'm not selfish in bed."

Matt was true to his word. He taught me, not only how to have sex, but how to have damn good sex. He made sure I had an orgasm each time, and we learned a lot about each other. The sex just kept getting better, but also, whenever we were alone somewhere on a date, he'd ask me to have an accident... The accidents, of course, always led to more sex, which kept improving. I never did find out how "Crash" ended.

After six months of sex, dating and accidents, Matt asked me to marry him. "I love you," he said by way of explanation. "I love you and I love what we do and I love how you can't hold your pee. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives." It sounded good to me.

I was four months pregnant when we got married, but we'd been planning the wedding for eight. I'll never forget the wedding night - it was in the same hotel we'd been married in.

After the reception, we went up to our room accompanied by catcalls and cheers from the few friends and relatives who'd stayed to 'see us off'. I'd been visiting the toilet the entire
night, but of course I was desperate as we got inside.

Before I could get near the bathroom, however, Matt stopped me. "I've been thinking about you peeing under your dress for eight months," he said. "You're not gonna disappoint me are you?"

I grinned. "No, I'm not. But I want you... since we're married now, I want you to talk dirty to me. No more 'pee', 'erection', 'penis' and all that. Use the right words, the filthy words. They turn me on."

"I thought you might not like it," he admitted.

"So did I, but since you proposed I've been wanting you to use dirty talk with me. I thought you might think I'm a slut and call it off."

"No! Cathy, I love you! And I love our baby," he added. "I want to talk dirty to you if you want it."

"I want it," I said. "Start now." And with that I crossed my legs, showing my desperation.

Matt smiled. "You gonna piss your wedding dress for me, Cath? Are you? Gonna be a dirty girl and piss yourself?"

I bent over to stem the flow and in a soft voice said, "Pissing is naughty."

"But you're a naughty girl, aren't you, Cath? You like pissing yourself for me, don't you?"

I gasped as my bladder gave out and I began to piss like a racehorse. The piss flowed through my lacy thong, down my legs and into my $300 shoes. Matt surprised me by grabbing me from behind and pushing my dress into my crotch. I was now pissing onto my $2500 wedding dress and you know what? I didn't care!

The piss went through the layers and I knew it would make a large yellow stain on the front. I knew, even as I was doing it, that I'd keep the dress like that as a memento. Finally, after about two minutes my bladder was empty. Then I felt... Wow! Matt was pissing through his formal pants, against my butt, also onto my dress! I nearly came from the thrill of it!

When he was done he let go of me and I stumbled away, shocked but excited. "You pissed yourself," I said, stating the obvious.

Matt - uncharacteristically - giggled. "I guess I'm naughty too."

Then he bent down and lifted up my dress from the back. "Lean on the table," he said.

I did so, knowing what was coming. We were still fully clothed in our wedding clothes and we were going to fuck standing up in the middle of the suite! It was filthy and thrilling!

Matt released his cock (not penis - cock!) from his pants and underwear, used a finger to move my wet thong out of the way and slid his cock into my pussy (not vagina - pussy!). He proceeded to fuck (not make love to - fuck!) me from behind. I groaned as this angle wasn't that good for me. It felt good but I knew I needed more to cum (not orgasm - cum!). "Please... touch my clit," I begged.

As Matt rubbed me with his fingers I got what I needed. "I'm gonna cum!" I yelled. "Fuck me, cum in me!"

At that Matt exploded inside me as I clenched around him, pulling his seed into me.

We passed out on the bed still in our soaked wedding attire. Luckily we'd put the 'do not
disturb' sign on the door.

The pregnancy was great. I felt good and people said I was glowing. But it did make my bladder want to expel its piss with even more frequency. After marrying Matt I'd stopped wearing the maxi-pads because he liked me to have accidents, or as we called it now, piss myself. I was lucky that I'd been able to stop working once I got pregnant and Matt would usually come home to find me looking naughty in pissed-in clothes. Somewhere in the house there'd be a yellow puddle. I'd only clean it up once Matt had seen where the accident had been that day.

Sometimes I'd wait for Matt to get home before pissing myself and he usually ended up fucking me right there. It was a great pregnancy.

The baby, Cheryl, was a handful, and I ended up using the toilet for much of her first year. I was just too tired to think about washing extra clothes or cleaning up puddles. But I knew that Matt would get frustrated if I stopped altogether (I was even too tired for sex... I mean fucking).

But things got back to normal as Cheryl (who was the apple of her father's eye) got a bit bigger. One day I took her to the park, the toilet of which I would not go into if you paid me, and... well, I pissed myself. It truly was an accident this time.

I picked up my cellphone and called my husband. "Matt..." I said in a small voice when he picked up. "Matt, I've been bad." I paused to smile at Cheryl as she played on the grass with another toddler.

He immediately knew. "You pissed yourself in public, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Matt arrived ten minutes later with a coat which he wrapped around me. I went to the car and Matt grabbed Cheryl and her stroller.

At the house I put Cheryl down for her nap (a bit early but what are you gonna do) and went into our bedroom where Matt was already naked, waiting for me in the middle of the room. "Let's see if we can't wet those shorts a bit more," he said and pulled me against him. I felt his hot pee against the crotch of my jeans and then it flowed down the legs of my jeans onto the floor (I was barefoot).

Matt had hardly finished pissing when he began to open my jeans. I pushed his hands away and did it myself because I could do it faster. When I was naked, he literally threw me onto the bed so hard that I bounced. "You piss-slut," he growled.

"I am," I admitted. "I'm a piss-slut. I'm your piss-slut! Fuck her, fuck your piss-slut!"

At that he rammed his cock into my pussy and fucked me hard. He hadn't fucked me this hard since before I got pregnant with Cheryl. I loved it as his huge cock rammed in and out of me. I put my legs around him, wanting it even harder.

We rutted like the animals we'd turned into until finally Matt made a strangled kind of noise, froze, and began to pump me full of his potent cum. "Argh! Argh!" I yelled, all dignity gone. "Fill me up, cum in me!"

Matt was almost finished cumming when I started and I seized up, my cunt (new dirty word) clenching around his huge tool.

We lay there in a tangle of sweaty limbs, ridiculous grins on our faces. "I love you," Matt
said.

"I love you, too." I snuggled further into his sweaty neck. "I'm at my most fertile now. I hope you knocked me up. I'd love to have another baby."

"I like what being pregnant does to you," he said.

"Makes me horny?"

"No, that's me. Makes you piss yourself more."

"Also makes me horny," I said.

We laughed.

Matt went on a two-week computer course for his job the day after that, so when the test came up positive we knew exactly when our second child had been conceived.

We're now the proud parents of three healthy children: Cheryl, Derek and Emma. And I'm pregnant again. Matt has never lost his fascination with my pee, and I've continued to
enjoy his fucking once I've pissed myself. But best of all, we have other things in common and we love each other.