That is what happened and it’s more or less how it happened. Not in every single detail. I have made it considerably more wicked and salacious than ...t truly was. I didn’t plan things quite so cold-bloodedly, for example, and I didn’t do the strip poker trick, and we didn’t do and say all that sick stuff the following morning, but the essence of it is faithful to the reality. In my first term at college I did share a room with an older girl (let’s stick with ‘P’) who was a good deal less. She had to find a niche market where she could be noticed and excel. As she searched the web looking through porn sites for ideas that would get guys attention, she rejected bondage and some of the others that were very demeaning or downright dangerous. She finally settled on watersports, also called Golden Showers. She’d always enjoyed pissing in the shower or outdoors and read that some guys thought that was pretty damn hot. It was worth a try, especially because her bladder capacity was. The special circumstances of our love triangle kept intruding, but we worked at working things out and enjoyed the uniqueness of our joined lives."Brian. Earth to Briiiian," Rebecca's voice caught my mind wandering. We were in the shower trying to scrub off our combined juices. Rebecca fixed me with her smile, then asked again, "are we flying to Sweden on Tuesday, or Thursday?"Seriously, where were you just now?" She had a point. It was not like me to lose track of a conversation, any. She then licked some with her wide tongue. My eyes moved to her husband. He was walking out the glass window, from there house. He put down the gas can next to the lounge chair. I then looked in my back yard. My lawn mower was still going. Fuck! Had I blown it. What had I done. I then looked back at her on the lounge chair. She was talking to her husband. She got up and touched the front of his shorts. She then whispered in his ear. She put her fingers in his mouth. He took a big lick. She.