Morning Leak: Bathroom Bliss

Let me! Let me! Hot Bathroom Sex

The morning light crept through the blinds, painting stripes across the pristine white tiles of our shared bathroom. It was one of those intimate spaces, tucked away in the corner of our bedroom, with a small, porcelain washbasin – a little sanctuary for private moments. I’d always found it a bit odd, this tiny, secluded room, but it had become a familiar comfort, a place where we could shed the constraints of the outside world and simply be. I was still drowsy from sleep, lying naked on the bed, when I decided to take care of a pressing need. It wasn't unusual for us to sleep without closing the door, especially in the mornings. The soft glow of the bathroom light beckoned, and I rose, intending to relieve myself. As I reached for my member, I heard my wife’s voice, full of playful anticipation, "Let me! Let me! I wanna, I wanna!"

She was already in the room, leaning against the doorway, her form silhouetted in the dim light. Her eyes held a mischievous glint, and she moved towards me with a predatory grace. Before I could react, she was standing behind me, her arm wrapping around my waist, her hand firmly grasping my semi-hard penis. “I want to hold it and see if I can aim it,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. The realization hit me instantly – this was going to be different. To aim with a flaccid member is simple, but the shift from soft to hard was abrupt, almost violent. My muscles tensed, my blood surging through me in a rapid, overwhelming wave. It felt as if a switch had been flipped, transforming my body into a coiled spring of pure, unadulterated desire. Her touch was firm, her grip deliberate, intensifying the sensation.

She began to slowly pull back my foreskin, revealing the vibrant purple of my head, a sight that both thrilled and slightly shocked me. The speed of my arousal was astonishing, my member instantly hardening and pulsing with every beat of my heart. A primal instinct took over, a deep-seated yearning that had been simmering beneath the surface, now unleashed with a fierce intensity. It was as if this entire experience, this unexpected turn of events, had been a carefully orchestrated release of pent-up desires.

The situation was undeniably awkward, attempting to relieve oneself while holding a hard-on was a challenge in itself. But there was an undeniable allure to the situation, a perverse pleasure in the constraints, the intimacy, the sheer audacity of it all. I remained frozen in place, caught between the urgent need to pee and the overwhelming sensation of arousal.

“Come now and make a pee for mommy!” she urged, her voice laced with playful command. Still nothing. “Come on, Big Boy. Let’s see you hit the target!” She was clearly enjoying this, relishing in my discomfort, and her movements became more insistent. Instead of allowing me to focus on the task at hand, she continued to tease, slowly opening and closing my foreskin, exposing my throbbing head in a tantalizing display. It felt like a cruel game, a deliberate escalation of pleasure, but I couldn’t deny the intense satisfaction it provided.

“Honey, you are making it really hard for me,” I managed to utter, my voice strained. Her response was a burst of laughter, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the small room. “No my dear, I am making it really hard for me!” She pushed my penis down towards the toilet, and we stood there, suspended in a strange, awkward equilibrium. The world seemed to shrink, focusing entirely on the sensations coursing through my body. My member continued to bob with every beat of my heart, a vibrant testament to the escalating pleasure. We waited, suspended in this silent, sensual dance, until the tingling sensation that precedes a release finally built to a crescendo. Then, with a rush of warm liquid, she aimed true, hitting the back of the toilet, readjusted her aim, but hit the seat, and finally, the satisfying sound of a successful release filled the air. “BINGO!” she shouted, her voice dripping with triumph. We erupted in laughter, both of us caught up in the thrill of the moment.

But the game wasn't over yet. As I finished my urgent business, the feeling of arousal persisted. She was still holding my member, which remained in full, throbbing ecstasy. She made me turn towards the small washbasin, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. As she began to gently rinse and wash my penis, focusing on the sensitive head, I realized she wasn't done with me just yet.

Her fingers moved slowly over the head, opening it all the way and using her thumb to rub around the rim, which was now exquisitely sensitive. She filled her hand with water and poured it over my throbbing head, a cool, refreshing contrast to the intense heat of arousal. Then, she took some soap and lathered her hand, before gently taking my penis in her hand and slowly sliding her hand up and down my length, focusing on the head. Oh, that head was now dripping with pre-cum, and every inch of it was craving more attention. Her other hand moved down to my balls, and she started fondling them, the head of my penis swelling with pleasure. The entire experience felt both frenzied and intensely intimate.

She completed the task by rinsing my entire penis and balls, leaving behind a damp, fragrant mess on the wet floor. As she finished, she turned me around and closed the lid of the toilet, sitting down on it with a satisfied sigh. My knees felt weak, my body trembling with residual pleasure. Suddenly, my penis disappeared between her lips, and simultaneously, her finger disappeared between her pussy lips. I was lost in a world of her making, a blissful state of complete surrender.

The next thing I felt was a gentle slap on the inside of my thigh, an unspoken invitation to spread my legs. I obliged, complying with her silent command. She took her other hand, inserting it beneath my balls and wiggling it up between my bum cheeks, teasing my anus. It was clear she was thoroughly enjoying this, her face flushed with pleasure as she continued her exploration of my body. The intensity of her orgasm became increasingly pronounced, a rhythmic wave of contractions that shook her entire being. Her hand had stopped moving on my penis, but the orgasms continued, each one more powerful than the last. I stood there, with my arms stretched out and supporting myself against the walls of the toilet, my knees ready to fold under me, completely consumed by the experience.

“Good morning Lover,” she whispered, her voice thick with cum, a smear of moisture on her mouth. As she spoke, her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. The hot bathroom sex had transformed into a shared moment of intimacy, a testament to our passion and connection. The lingering scent of soap and water hung in the air, a fragrant reminder of the pleasure we had just shared.

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