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  • My Wife's Best Friend, Marla

    This is a story about "My Wife's Best Friend, Marla". Parts of it are based on two ladies I grew up with while in high school. They were hot and quite sexy. One wet her pants more often than the other, but.....

    I'll post it in four parts and is a rewrite of one I posted years ago.


    My Wife's Best Friend, Marla Part 1

    Marla is a really good friend of my wife, Candy. They have known one another since college and because of their close relationship I’m sure have very few secrets. Marla was divorced a couple of years ago and the two of them started spending more and more time together. Not that I mind, she is a very sexy women with great legs and a beautiful ass. She constantly craves attention and usually gets it by the way she dresses. I love watching her sexy mannerisms and my wife just laughs it off while I'm left breathless. I have no doubt that she even encourages Marla just to see my reaction.

    Let me go back five years to when I met my wife at a barn dance. It was a pretty wild party with a lot of drinking. I noticed her with a bunch of her friends primarily because she was very beautiful, but also because I was sure that during the evening she’d wet her pants. Needless to say, we really hit it off and she just laughed when she found out about my “thing”. We were married soon after, just before her thirtieth birthday.

    I learned that she’d sometimes just "go in her panties"as she put it, since her teens and mostly thought it was no big deal. I encouraged her and it became a big part of our relationship. Anytime she wanted something, she new exactly how to get it. I can’t count the times that I’d arrive home from work only to be met by a sexy wife in wet pants and panties asking how my day had gone. Our house had an in ground swimming pool in a private back yard that I could rarely afford to heat and rarely did. Sometimes, I would find her there lounging on a sun bed with a wet stain in her bikini watching my penis grow once I'd noticed. Candy knew she had me and always found it funny.

    One afternoon I returned home from a football game to find these two laughing and frolicking about the pool deck. They had been drinking Long Island ice teas and were attempting a game of Bad Mitten. They were having a hard time playing the game and stopped when they saw me. Candy was wearing her typical beige high cut bikini, but it was sexy Marla that really got my attention. She was wearing the cutest blue one piece under a matching pull over t-shirt that clearly accentuated her beautiful breasts and especially her pussy. When she stopped she tried to use her hands to cover a very obvious wet stain surrounding her mound. I looked at her, but she could only look back at me with her typical sheepish look and say, “I think I peed my pants”. That was enough to start a very interesting conversation.

    I hurried to the kitchen for fresh drinks while the girls continued laughing, settling into a couple of lounge chairs. When I returned, Marla had done nothing to cover her wetting and was shifting about her lounge trying to get me to notice. She even stood up, walking right in front of me. She was on her way over to her purse to get some pot we could smoke, while giving me a chance to check out the wet stain on her swimsuit from every angle. The yellowing half circle covering her lower butt meant only one thing. My wife almost could not control her giggling and finally said “Marla didn’t believe the effect that would have on you”.


    Marla quickly reached into her purse and turned, standing with her legs about 18 inches apart saying, “I thought we weren’t going to say anything”. Then she looked at me and said, “it was just a test honey, you know, we wanted to see your reaction”. She returned, walking by me with that sexy knowing smile that she had when you were hers.

    I'm almost sure that I've started something with these two. What do you think?


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    My Wife's Best Friend, Marla, part 2

    My Wife's best Friend, Marla

    Part 2

    Marla was still spending a lot of time at our house and now that the ice had been broken about my “wetting thing” we were even getting along better. After the episode at the pool, my wife, Candy confided that I would probably enjoy what she’d started. She said Marla really liked the look I had on my face when she peed in her swimsuit and knew it pleased me. Candy suggested to Marla approvingly, that it was OK if she did it again. I waited for the next episode.

    I like to cook and try to prepare most of the meals. I think I’m like a lot of guys with bigger eyes than a stomach, so there is always enough for visitors, especially visitors like Marla. I also do a lot of the chores around the house trying to keep my wife happy and lately I’ve been getting little rewards. Frequently, I’ll find wet panties or a yellow stained bikini bottom lying about when I arrive home from work, one of the those bikinis I’m sure, was Marla’s. I couldn’t resist pressing the pee stained crotch to my nose thus verifying ownership. The girls have taken to talking about the odd little indiscretions that they or one of their friends have had, that left their pussies soaking in a wet pair of panties for the better part of a shopping trip. I’m sure they’ve found, that it’s all just a way to tease me.

    A couple of weeks ago the two of them arrived home from one of their shopping trips together. I saw them through the window when they pulled into the driveway. I couldn’t help noticing Marla get out of the drivers seat and stand giggling at Candy. She was standing with her back to me, examining the crotch and legs of her skintight, grey capris pants. There was no doubt what she had done. A wet stain surrounded the base of her butt and stretched down the in-seam of both legs almost to her wedge sandals. I couldn’t wait for this story. Equally noticeable was Candy, walking that funny walk she has when she’s done something naughty, giggling and pinching her puss through the front of her flowered summer dress. A little wet patch had formed where she was touching herself.

    “Honey, Marla just wet her pants again.”

    Marla just as quickly replied. “I wasn’t the only one, take a second and check out your wife’s ass. Besides, she did it first.”

    All I could do was mumble something foolish, which just got us all laughing more. Then I thought better and said, “Look its after three, lets have a little refreshment. By the way, how was shopping?”

    Cocktails in hand they both tried to outdo one another, all the while Marla was walking around the kitchen little concerned that she’d peed herself. Her beautifully rounded wet butt and puss a feast for my eyes. I could not help but notice her lips protruding through the soft material of her thin pants. When she would turn her rear in my direction, the outlines of her high cut panties were quite obvious through the material. She noticed me staring and just had to reach around and pull them loose from where they'd gotten wedged into her bottom crack. She turned again and our eyes met.

    Candy had a ringside seat for all this at the kitchen table, opening and closing her legs, with a drink in one hand, all the while laughing at her friend, but continuing to press her other hand in her lap, massaging herself. She said that without even thinking she’d accidentally wet her pants at the mall and when she was discovered, because of a few curious stares, confided in Marla saying, “It’s no big deal, just a little accident that’s all.” But evidently Marla started laughing and took it as more than that, half sensing that my wife was just doing it to get attention and suggesting that if ‘it’s no big deal,’ maybe she should try it too.

    Candy said that she kept commenting about it until on the way out of the mall, Marla started letting a little out. Almost immediately, wetness was seeping through her tight pants and down the insides of her legs. By the time they reached the car, Marla’s ass and legs were pretty wet but she tried pretending that it had not happened. Candy said they didn’t really talk about it again until they reached the house and Marla made eye contact with her while getting out of the car. That was when I saw them.

    Candy was telling the whole story right in front of Marla who was leaning against the kitchen cabinets, her legs spread just enough so that I couldn't miss the wetness surrounding her puss, with most of her attention on the growing member in my pants. A coy smile was taking shape on that beautiful face. Neither of them was making any move to change out of their clothes and I suspected that they wouldn’t as long as I continued to make drinks.

    I had to ask, “Marla would you walk over to your purse and bring out that bag of pot”.

    Do you think they are getting me into trouble?

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    • #3
      Your sharing these old tales is a welcome addition to this forum. I'm anxious to see how it turns out for the three of you.

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