Relief

Josie dragged herself in from the yard, dripping with the day's
humidity, her t-shirt and shorts bonded to her skin with sweat.
She paused at the kitchen sink long enough to gulp three glasses
of water in an attempt to replace some portion of her body
fluids. She heard the hiss of water running in the upstairs
shower, her husband having come inside a moment before. She was
in no mood to wait until he was finished for her chance to wash
off the sweat and grime of gardening, and besides, she was quite
sure that he would hardly mind helping her get clean. As she
entered the bathroom, she scowled a bit at the scattering of
sweat-soaked work clothes in the hall, but kicked them into a
slightly neater pile as she peeled off her own garments and added
them to the pile. As she pulled her spandex sport bra away from
her full breasts and over her head, she was taken aback by the
pungency of her own body odor. Peeling her panties down over her
hips, she felt almost primitive. She imagined for a moment what
it must have been like in days past, when her ancestors toiled in
fields and farms, bathing once a week in a shared washtub of
tepid water.

Striding into the bathroom, she pulled back the shower curtain to
greet her surprised husband. She had caught him midstream,
watching a bright yellow stream of his urine circling the white
porcelain drain.

"Good grief, Ted! Couldn't you use the toilet for that?"

Ted stammered a bit, feeling slightly embarassed, and replied
defensively. "It's not such a big deal, is it? I've been doing it
practically all my life. It just washes down the drain."

Josie tsked and shook her head derisively. "Men. Yet one more
locker room habit that we women have to civilize out of you. Now
move over and let a lady get properly clean."

"Hmmph--you're not smelling very ladylike at the moment. I guess
it's a good thing there's room in here for two."

"That's at least partially your own recycled-beer-scented piss
that you're smelling right now--but if you'd prefer to have me
leave, I'll wait until you've finished washing the rest of your
stinky man-smell down the drain."

Ted looked up and smiled at his wife. Her stern expression would
have been much more effective if she were wearing one of the
conservative skirt and blouse outfits she wore to work as an
assistant principal and history teacher during the school year.
Indeed it would have been more effective if she had been wearing
anything at all. Instead her posture--hands on hips, chest
upthrust, scowl of mock disgust--accentuated her firm breasts,
flat stomach, and the thatch of coarse brown hair between her
legs. She allowed herself one last grunt of mock disgust and
stepped over the tub wall into the shower. She stood under the
lukewarm stream and pretended to ignore Ted's eager hands as they
began spreading soapy lather over her shoulders and chest, but
arched her back, making her breasts still more prominent. She
lathered and shampooed her hair as he reached around her to soap
her back and reach lower to her bottom. As she rinsed, she pulled
his face toward hers and kissed him deeply, feeling his cock
hardening as it slid against her upper thigh.

"You know, I've read some people might find that whole 'peeing in
the shower' thing erotic", Ted whispered in her ear.

"Is that so? Is that what's repsonsible for this thing?"Josie's
hand wrapped itself around the base of his erection.

"No--that didn't happen until you started rubbing your naked
goodness all over me. I'm just saying that some people get off on
that sort of thing."

"I know--domination, submission, humiliation--all that. The idea
never had done too much for me, to be honest. And I really don't
like the idea of men peeing on women to assert their dominance."
It wasn't that they hadn't played around a little bit--she'd been
the willing recipient of some playful spanking awhile ago, and it
made her surprisingly hot to think about it. And at his birthday
last year she'd tied his hands up while giving him a torturously
long blow job.

"Well I would never do anything to humiliate or devalue you--I
promise you that."

"I know, hon--I love you very much." Josie kissed him deeply and
gently stroked her hand up and down on his cock. His hands roamed
freely over her back and buttocks, then slipped up her sides to
cup her breasts. He reached for more soap and lathered the
sensitive skin under her arms, then massaged her neck under the
refreshing shower spray. As she relaxed, she realized that the
extra hydration she'd taken in before the shower was making its
way through her kidneys and had filled her bladder. A devious
idea occurred to her, and she put on her professional persona for
a moment. "Still, young Master Theodore, I think that your
actions deserve a punishment that fits the crime."

"What? Oh. Yes, Ms. Perkins, I am truly sorry."

"Very well. I want you to kneel."

Ted obeyed, though his hands lingered on his wife's buttocks, and
he placed a kiss on her vulva as he did.

"Now young man--for what are you being punished?"

"For urinating in the shower, ma'am."

"That's quite right. And by the way, I am impressed that you use
proper terms for these things rather than vulgar slang".

"Thank you ma'am."

"Now then, you may kiss my vulva again if you wish."

"Thank you ma'am".

"Your punishment for this indiscretion must fit the crime. Do you
know what should be done with you?"

"No ma'am, I don't."

"Well then. As you have also confessed to the possiblity of
erotic thoughts about these urinary activities, we must test
whether there is pleasure to be obtained."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Yes indeed, Theodore."

"Am I to understand that you are going to urinate on me, then,
ma'am?"

"Quite correct. As it is said, what is sauce for the goose will
suffice for the gander as well. I suggest that you keep you eyes
and mouth closed for this."

Josie spread her labia slightly with one hand, and rested the
other on Ted's slightly uplifted head. He shut his eyes tightly
and tensed his lips shut. Josie relaxed her sphincter and let a
dribble, then a stream of urine begin to flow. From the position
of their bodies, it naturally dribbled from his left cheek and
sprayed down over his neck and shoulder. She shifted slightly to
distribute the stream across his chest before it trickled out.

"There now, young man. Is your curiosity satisfied?"

"Yes ma'am. It was not unpleasurable. But I take greater pleasure
from the view I have here between your legs."

"Thank you, Ted. You may enjoy as you please."

Ted drew a finger from bottom to top along her slightly opened
crease. Josie gasped as he brushed her swollen clit. "It appears
ma'am, that you are finding this experience somewhat pleasurable
as well." He rose slowly, still wrapping his arms around her, and
dragging his urine-washed chest over her belly and breasts. He
kissed her deeply, as they inhaled together the mingled aromas of
sweat, soap, and piss.

Josie moaned and clutched her husband tightly. "I want you, Ted.
Oh God, I want you now."

Ted took the soap and finished washing her chest and his where
her urine had dripped. He ran his soapy hands over her belly,
groin, and thighs, and turned her back into the shower stream to
rinse. His throbbing erection stood hard against her ass, and she
moved her hips side to side to acknowledge it. Thoroughly rinsed,
he turned the shower off and opened the curtain, taking her towel
and wrapping her up tightly. Gently he patted her dry, then
quickly toweled her off and led her to the bed.

Josie quickly positioned herself on her back, opening her legs to
him.

"Now Ted. Now. Please."

Ignoring her pleadings, Ted crawled up the bed at a leisurely
pace, kissing and nibbling at her thighs before reaching her damp
sex. He buried his face in her mound, kissing and licking at her
labia, and stretching his tongue toward her clit. Josie moaned
deeply and reached for his head. "No. Oh, ooooOh. Oh god oh oh
Ted, please. Oh I need your cock in me right now!"

Ted was ready to oblige and slowly slid himself further up her
body, until his hardness teased at her opening. "Yes, Ted. Oh
take me please." She lifted her hips slightly to him and the head
of his penis entered easily. He pushed against her and slid
himself fully into her as their bodies fit together in their
familiar way. She sighed happily, and wrapped her legs around his
knees as she pushed back, rubbing her clit as hard as she could
against the base of the cock filling her. He sensed her urgency
and began to move slightly back and forth to press his hardness
against her center. A few seconds of this was enough for her as
her body tightened and she gasped into a climax. Ted slowed his
motion and began drawing out and reentering slowly. Josie moaned
in pleasure and pressed against him on each downstroke, using her
hands on his buttocks to pull him tighter. For a few moments they
continued, reveling in their shared pleasure. Finally Ted began
to feel his own climax approaching. Feeling his breathing
quicken, Josie pulled his face to hers for a deep kiss as he
plunged deeply into her and moaned her name into her mouth. His
cock twitched and spasmed as it deposited his cum deep in her
vagina.

He lay still atop her until his penis softened and slipped from
her sheath, allowing a rivulet of creamy fluid to trickle down
her crevasse and tickle her bottom. She did not move or respond,
relishing the peaceful half-sleep of post-coital bliss. He kissed
the side of her neck and spooned next to her, whispering words of
love. She rested her hand on his as it caressed her belly, and
smiled softly. Perhaps she should plan some small transgression
herself tomorrow--some mischief that might require his firm hand
of correction...
