Male Desperation and Wetting Experience
I thought I’d let y’all a little further into my life and tell you about the first time my husband wet himself for my benefit!
I often tease my husband about being such a camel because he has the most ridiculous bladder capacity I’ve ever witnessed in my life. It is not unusual for him to take a full 2 minutes to empty his bladder. He doesn’t know this, but I LOVE listening to his long streams from the other room!
Because of this, holds take FOREVER, so we planned in advance. His favorite drink is no-sugar-added cranberry juice and we’d stopped at a Sam’s Club earlier in the week for a double-bottle pack. He started about mid-afternoon that Saturday with one bottle. We had plans to spend the evening at a friend’s house and we brought the other bottle with us.
We arrived at our friend’s house, an hour and a half drive away, and promptly busied ourselves socializing. It was several hours before he showed any signs of distress. I’d stepped outside with my friend to chill on the patio and smoke (cigs for her, happier stuff for me). My husband joined us soon after and spent an hour shooting the shit about nothing in particular. During that whole conversation, his body was constantly in motion. He kept kicking his feet, swaying and otherwise being just a touch overly animated. I didn’t think he was that obvious at all, but when he went to rejoin the rest of the folks inside, my friend laughed and said, “Yes, go!” I think she might’ve been on to him!
We stayed maybe another hour after that. My husband kept shooting me meaningful looks across the room. Finally, he got up for another drink. I joined him in the kitchen and he said to me, “We have to leave after this drink!” and promptly drained it in three gulps.
I’m not sure how I kept myself together that whole time. We got in the car and still had an hour and a half to get home. The second the car door shut, my husband starts whining about his need. Good shit. At that point, I was so torn between feeling like a terrible wife for inflicting that pain on him and feeling like an hour and a half would still be too soon. After all, I’d waited my whole life for this.
The drive home didn’t help matters at all. We live in a densely-populated urban area (one of America’s top-5 most populous metropolitan areas) and all I have to say about that is Holy Potholes, Batman! Every few seconds, we’d hit one, and my husband would hiss or moan or blow out a heavy breath.
About halfway through the drive, I noticed he started pinching the tip of his dick through his shorts. I was entranced by this and openly just stared at him the whole way home. In hindsight, I should’ve never let him drive! By the time we pulled into the garage, he was at the end of his rope.
He immediately hopped in the bathtub, not a second to spare. He took off his clothes as it was two in the morning and neither of us felt like staying up to manage a laundry situation. His face was red and screwed up in pain and his body twisted in a small potty dance.
I watched, eyes transfixed on his penis, until the first drops made their way out. In all my years of watching omo vids, I’d never seen anything like it. When he leaked, it wasn’t full spurts. It was one drop here, a few drops there, and it was a slow leak. I watched the drops of urine form at the tip of his penis and grow larger and larger until gravity worked its magic. They were such a pale yellow, almost completely clear.
And then, he lost it completely. Piss just gushed out, his aching muscles having given up the fight. He stood completely still as it happened. I was over in the corner, being super creepy and masturbating while I watched. I’d come by the time he finished pissing uncontrollably all over himself (and again while he showered and again once we laid down in bed).
Even after all that pain and bladder torture, he totally volunteers to wet for me on a regular basis!
I go back and forth all the time on whether I prefer male or female desperation but my husband will always be my number one fave!
