When she left I got them talking while the watersport video was playing and I asked one, “Would you do it to Kat?” In his drunken state Steve said he thought it was ‘filthy’ but he WOULD do it to his girl. Only she would “fucking” never go for it. He sounded annoyed.
All the guys followed suit, agreeing with each other, if only not to be the odd man out. Then Zeke said he would only do it if he could pee down his wife’s throat after a rough and painful throat swab. He said she never ever had given him a BJ and as long as he was imagining impossible things he wanted a little payback.
First, I was surprised that Zeke had such angry feelings toward Stella. Second, a few more of the guys chimed in that they too would only do it to a girl if a blowjob was in it for them. And third, I wondered, since when is a blowjob an act of retribution?
The conversation devolved into a gripe match with all the guys complaining about their girls, calling them nasty names, and claiming they were gonna hurt the girls through rough sexual acts and hostile urination. The animosity shocked me. Weren’t the guys supposed to love their girls? Wasn’t sex supposed to be a beautiful thing?
Clearly none of the five peed on their significant other, and clearly they each hated their girl to some previously hidden degree. In contrast, I peed on Rosita all the time, but I adored her more than life itself. I never peed on her with anything other than pure love in my heart.
I had thought I was the sick one for engaging in Rosita’s kink, but these guys were far sicker than I.
The next day I told Zeeta everything I’d learned: that the guys would do it under the right conditions. Her face brightened instantly, “You mean we’ll get to kneel before them and sample their
leaky faucets?”
“Zee, no! We only talked about peeing. You wouldn’t actually suck their cocks, would you? And me… being a part of it…that isn’t part of the plan either. Not really.”
She lowered her head, ashamed for her misunderstanding, “I’m so sorry. I just thought…nevermind, forget it all. You’re all I need and I only thought about sucking them because in the past whenever I found a guy to pee on me it always included a blowjob. How else could I entice men to be so…?”
She stroked my arm apologetically, “And ever since we’ve been together my dreams ALWAYS include you. I couldn’t enjoy the peeing if you weren’t closer with me.”
So we dropped it. But over the next few days I noticed that the spring in her step was gone. The thing that was missing in her life was missing again.
All that week, even more intrusive thoughts invaded my waking dreams. I imagined Rosita and I both kneeling in the kiddy pool in white T-shirts while the five guys stood around our bodies. I gawked at the five cocks protruding from zippers, waiting for them to wizz like race horses, then the guys insulted us with demeaning words… I shook myself out of it.
The thoughts started getting bad when I realized that I was getting a hard-on whenever I had these musings.
In another of my fantasies, all the guys had stiffies for my Zeeta and found themselves unable to pee on us. I enjoyed this thought more because it wasn’t so strange. But then the dream evolved into a nightmare as the five all demanded blowjobs from MY babe so they would lose their erections and be able to pee.
Occasionally, my plan morphed the other way. I started to scheme how Rosita could blow the guys FIRST so none of them would get pee on them during the blowjobs which I assumed they would view as a dealbreaker. But then I always rejected any notion of her and them together sexually.
Sometimes the daydream included me sucking them too, like Rosita had always wanted, but I still had a pretty strong aversion to being a cocksucker. And still, sanity always returned and I pushed these ideas away. I couldn’t share my woman with these guys who didn’t even respect their own girls. If they couldn’t respect their own, what would they think of Rosita and me?
We talked it over a few times, sometimes wanting to pursue it and sometimes wanting to abandon the idea. And with every turn of events her spirits changed too. She always agreed with my thinking whatever direction my whims leaned. She always said that no matter what we did, she just wanted to do it with me.
In time, Zeke and I started meeting to plan my own bachelor party. The first obstacle was to pick a date. As it turned out there was only one date that worked for all of us, it was about a month before the wedding.
Sitting around the kitchen table drinking whiskey and water, we decided to do it in my basement and to have plenty of porn. Zeke wanted a stripper again. He even suggested that we get one of the strippers the last one was going to recommend.
There could only be one reason for that: he wanted to pee on the stripper for an extra hundred. As much as it thrilled my drunken mind that Zeke was now into the whole pee thing, I had my reservations. I mean, I was about to get married and I really didn’t want to pee on anyone other than Rosita. It felt like cheating.
Zeke had no such reservations about cheating, and he told me that ever since the last party all the guys were expecting to do IT someday. Apparently, NONE of the guys were worried about cheating on their girls, especially since they unfortunately said they expected a blowjob to be a necessary part of any watersports.
Zeke pointed to the kiddy pool stored at the bottom of the stairs and demanded I cooperate, “Either you give me the number for that stripper or I’m gonna call every slut in town until we find one that’ll let us give her golden showers. She’s gonna blow us too.”
“But Zeke, Zeeta is my baby. I don’t even want to look at another girl anymore.”
“You should have thought of that before we hired the last one who turned us on to the concept. She made it very appealing.” I was glad he’d blamed the stripper and didn’t realize it was me who’d brought that idea into the group.
Then he said something that chilled my bones, “We’re gonna do it and you’re gonna participate! That way you’ll be equally guilty and you’ll keep your mouth shut. And if you don’t, we’re gonna tell Rosita you did it anyway.”
I was presumably stuck between a rock and a hard place. I wasn’t at all concerned about being blackmailed. It’s just how adamantly he insisted on it.
Downing a full glass of burning courage I struggled to find the best words.
I would have told Zeke and the others to go fuck themselves. But this was my chance to make Rosita’s long-time obsession come true. And we only had the one date.
Thinking on the fly and choosing my words carefully I responded, “I’m never going to cheat on Zeeta!” Here I paused for a long time, downing another shot, “But…suppose we can hire HER to do the show… not like a slut… a showpiece, like an act.”
Zeke literally fell off his chair. From the floor he asked, “Rosita? In the kiddy pool? And not just beer, like the last one?”
I had to make it sound believable, “I’ll try to convince her. We can’t pay her with money. That’d be unsavory. But we can use the stripper budget to buy her a nice gift, to at least make her listen to the idea. Then I’ll beg and make promises for whatever she wants.” I shrugged, “I can’t cheat. Maybe this’ll work.” Then I added a bargaining chip as one normally would, “But she wont have sex with you guys, just the shower.”