Another entry of the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
Arrived home from our holiday. John is still upset with me over my wetting incident while in New York. He could not understand why I had wet myself that day.
We didn’t talk to each other on the journey home and as soon as we arrived back, he left so he could see his friends.
I made a mug of coffee, sat down in the kitchen and wept for a while. I slowly drank it and thought about what happened that day. I soon had another mug of coffee and enjoyed it, and then I had that familiar twinge in my bladder, but I just sat in the chair. I made yet another mug of coffee and drank it, and then looked for a book to read to forget, for a moment, about John.
While I was reading, I felt some pee spurt into my knickers. I immediately grabbed myself in a bid to stop the flow. I didn’t feel desperate, it just came out. I had decided not to move from the sofa I was sitting on. I allowed some pee to go in my pants every few moments. I then got up to make another mug of coffee and drank it, and decided to play hold-it. I felt my damp patch through my pants…. it felt good. I wanted to get more desperate as the day wore on. Soon, I was bursting, and I was now holding myself almost to the point of now return.
Suddenly, the front door was opened. John was back, and he walked over to me.
“Sarah, I’m sorry to be angry with you about the holiday,” he said solemnly.
“Oh, that’s okay,” I said, and we had a big hug. I had to be careful of my tummy though!
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” John said, kissing me on the cheek.
“Er, John, I…” I protested.
“No, bedroom, now!” John demanded, and soon we were stripped naked and making love on our bed.
My bladder was aching for relief as he was fucking me from behind. At times I felt I was going to burst! It also got me excited too…. I never had sex with a full bladder before, and it just feels electric! Soon, I told John I was about to climax, and soon he rammed his cock inside me harder and harder. I thought that in a few minutes, I’m going to pee the bed and unless I come soon, this scenario would happen and John would get angry with me again. I needed to go badly now and still hadn’t come, but I was enjoying being fucked by John.
When I finally came, John tried to give me a bear hug, but I tried to wrestle free from his grip because I wanted to pee. He wouldn’t let me go, so in a last resort, I bit him on the hand.
“Ow!” John screamed. “What was that for?”
“Nothing!” I replied, as I rushed to the toilet and let out a massive gush of pee. It came out of my pussy like a waterfall. It must have lasted for at least a minute and a half. I made sure every last drop came out before I returned to John, with his bitten hand. I kissed it better before we fell asleep in our bed.