Come a Little Bit Closer Pt. 03
Explore the intimate world of desire in 'Come a Little Bit Closer Pt. 03,' a captivating gay erotic sex story that dives deep into passion and connection. Join the journey of love and lust—experience the heat and excitement that keeps readers coming back for more!<br/>
Rosita and I were engaged to be married. I was the envy of all my friends who didn’t know how I’d landed such an amazing woman. They knew she was gorgeous and smart and charming. What they never admitted was that she was prettier, brighter, and more fun to be around than their own wives.
Meanwhile, what they also didn’t know about my outwardly innocent woman, was that she loved sex and blowjobs. In fact, she had given me a blowjob the first night we met.
They certainly didn’t know that she has a strange kink, one that would drive most men away and in fact had almost ended our relationship: she has a fascination with pee. She likes to be urinated on, or do it to me. She even likes it in her mouth or mine.
What’s more, is she wants me to share her kink with her and love it too. I’m really trying, but it doesn’t come naturally to me.
Rosita loves to lick a drop of pee off of the end of a cock just before sucking on it. I even did it with her once, but we both figured out that I couldn’t handle it.
We have an understanding. I’m letting her pull me into her pee loving world and she devotes herself solely to me so that she no longer seeks out strangers who will let her drink from the faucet.
I’m not the handsomest or richest man so she’s way way out of my league. At times I think I’m crazy to go along, and at times I think I’m the luckiest man alive to be with a woman who is perfect in every other way.
So one night I’m standing on the edge of the tub showering her with a strong stream of beer-induced spray and she’s lost in her joy of it.
Her raven black hair was blacker than ever, shining from my reluctant gift. Her white shirt was drenched, showing off her remarkable full natural breasts. The sight of her was wonderful except for the yellow hue being absorbed by the white cotton.
Rosita was beaming with pleasure, turning her gorgeous body this way and that so my stream hit her everywhere. When my last few spurts trickled out she opened her mouth to catch a few dribbles. After all this time I still worry that I might have eaten asparagus or too much beer, and it will ruin the experience – but so far she’s never found it to be ruined for her.
The scene was almost too much for me, but somehow it became less hard every time we did something like this.
When we were done I turned on the handheld shower attachment and began washing the brine off her as she stripped off her soiled clothing.
She shocked me when she mused out loud in her delightful accent, “I imagine all your friends are peeing on me. When I’m kneeling in the shower that’s what I think about.” She averted her eyes, “I can’t help it. But you know I never will. A promise is a promise.”
For a moment I had a vision of her kneeling in the tub with my five friends crowded around peeing on her. In my unwelcome fantasy she was nude this time and the guys were all telling me I’m the luckiest guy alive as they’re bathing her in the greatest quantity of the insanely intimate liquid that she’s ever experienced.
Back to reality, and all cleaned up, we went into the bedroom to make love. Her perfect body rocked my world and her warm pussy caressed my cock, milking my cum out just for her. Pushing doubts aside, again I thought I really was the luckiest man alive.
Then I remembered her confession and my sick daydream. As happy as she is when I do the deed to her, she would be five times happier if my five friends did it to her. I know she dreams of huge rivers that no one man could ever give her. Soon we’ll be married and any such multi-man activity would be infidelity. I have an itch to suggest we actually do it before we’re married and it’s too late for her to ever try it out.
Before we were engaged she wanted me to suck a cock with her. The part she most wanted was that we lick the little post urination drop of pee that clings to the tip. In her mind that act would mean we both belonged in the same world. But whenever I think about it I know that kneeling before cocks turns me off too much. I know because we tried it just once. Fortunately, we’ve agreed to only be with each other.
Still, her recent confession proves it weighs on her mind to this day.
For days, thoughts of indulging her desire one time before we tie the knot kept intruding on me. Time and again I considered it before driving the thoughts away.
Then came the day when she was laying down in the bath while I stood at her feet drenching her with what she wanted. The golden liquid coated her amazing naked body gathering in the hollows. It ran from her boobs pooling in her crotch. The black forest of puby hairs sprouting up from the surreal puddle was almost a turn on. I really was being sucked into her world.
Then I said it. It was on impulse but I said the words nevertheless, “Suppose we got one of those round plastic baby pools for the basement – and had my friends stand around you? Just one time before we’re married.”
Her wet serene face lost its smile as she grew seriously interested, “You mean THE five guys?”
“Yes, the five guys. Who else is there?”
“But, but how could that be? No, don’t think it. They would know I’m weird. It would make it weird for you and them too.”
I ignored her concerns, “It would be at a bachelor party. They would watch a watersport video first to warm them up. You know, I showed them all one of THOSE videos once, at Jake’s bachelor party, just to see how they would react.”
“And?” She was sitting up now listening intently.
“And none of the guys were overly disgusted. In fact, they all said they would do it just one time, just to cross it off a sexual bucket list. But only if the girl were hot – and you’re definitely hot enough.” She blushed.
She had a million more objections, which really made me happy that she never truly considered doing it.
Then a few days later she brought it up, “Could it really work? The guys wouldn’t shun us?”
“Not if they drank enough beer and were drunk enough. They might not even remember it.”
I know Rosita pretty well and the thought of all my friends with multiple beers in them was pushing all her buttons. Not because they would be drunk, but because their streams would be powerful and last forever. She caved, “Well, if you think you can do it without losing friends…”
I wasn’t sure I could. But even if I did I’d still have Rosita and I would’ve made one of her fantasies come true. After that I noticed a change in her demeanor, she was subtly happier. Something that had been missing in her had returned.
Domino’s bachelor party was next, before mine, making me the last to get hitched.
Yet again, mixed in with the other porn tapes, I had inserted a watersport video. I also hired a stripper who was secretly instructed to stand in the newly acquired kiddy pool pouring beer on herself and begging us to pee on her.
Two of the guys started to unzip – to do what she asked of them. But she stopped them saying it was only role play. She said if they wanted to do it for real she knew a girl who would do it for an extra C note. She seemed to be a hit, even if I only had eyes for my babe.