Bladder Games

ATTENTION: It is not recommended to repeat the actions described below without proper preparation and consultation with a doctor.

If you try any of the actions described in the story on yourself, please know that this is a strictly personal decision and has nothing to do with the author.

Repeating the actions in the story can lead to serious health problems and death.

Hello, dear readers, my name is Alex, I am a 33-year-old married man. My wife, Emily, is 32.

At some point, we grew tired of our usual sex life and decided to open ourselves up to experimentation. That's when we discovered that Emi and I shared a passion for bladder and urethral stimulation.

We decided to start small:

We combined urethral play with sex, and this added a special twist.

After a few months, we began to go further. We ordered special vibrators for deep stimulation.

And things escalated.

We decided to try the Omorasi Bathroom Control method, which involves one partner strictly monitoring the other's toilet visits.

My wife and I took turns monitoring each other and tried to minimize the emptying of our bladders, which were becoming increasingly full each time.

It got to the point where Emi couldn't hold her urine and peed all over the floor.

And then, thinking we weren't satisfied, we decided to search the internet for a solution and found it! CATHETERS!!! (Emily's screamed.) That's what we needed.

We ordered several packages to try.

And it worked even better than we expected. Besides the fact that the Foley catheters we ordered could be held in the bladder by themselves with an inflatable balloon at the insertion end. They also allowed us to stop the flow of urine at any time and prevent it from leaving until the very end.

We continued our game, but this time with catheters.

One end was inserted into the bladder and secured, and the other was capped and taped behind the back so the person wearing it couldn't open it.

These games continued for quite a while before even that wasn't enough. And then we realized that if fluids could exit through a catheter, then what was stopping them from entering? We bought a special IV stand and several IV sets.

Then we emptied our bladders and inserted catheters, secured them, filled two IV bags with saline, and connected them to ourselves.

As soon as the bags began to rise higher than our bladders, we immediately began to feel the fluid entering, and as they sank lower, we felt the emptying. We really enjoyed this sensation. But to add more contrast, we attached small taps to the IVs, raised them onto the stand, and opened them. At that moment, a sharp stream of fluid hit our bladders, sending shivers down our spines.

The sensation was so strong and abrupt that Emi and I's legs gave way, and we fell to the floor, causing the pressure of the fluid filling us to increase even more, robbing us of the energy to speak and plunging us into complete silence, filled only with the groans of my wife and me.

At some point, I felt the filling turn into something. Opening my eyes, I saw Emily's and my stomachs bulging quite significantly, but the liquid, still in droplets, wasn't flowing any further. I tried to insert myself, but only received a powerful blow to my stomach, caused by the urge to empty. I pressed the bulge with my palm and watched the liquid fill the bag back up, and when I removed my hand, it filled me again. I pressed on my stomach again, and just as the liquid in my bladder noticeably diminished, I stood up and turned off my faucet.

When I looked at Emily, she looked very happy, and beneath her was a puddle of precum that had leaked from her pussy. Her clitoris was protruding strongly, resembling a small penis. I asked her if she wanted to finish. She nodded, and I pressed on her stomach, sucking and licking her large clit. I turned off her faucet, and we started having sex without even removing the catheters. It was the best sex of my life.

Nowadays, we start every evening with games. ))).

And these games have become much more varied.

We use a specially made catheter I made, which consists of two large-diameter catheters connected by a tee, and one of the catheters also has a branch with a check valve at the end.

Emily asked what it was for, and I told her: it's so my sperm can disappear inside the catheter.

We sit opposite each other and insert it into ourselves, then connect a syringe filled with thick lubricant to the third outlet and pour in about 800 milliliters (≈ 27 fl oz), then close the third outlet with a cap.

And that's where the fun is just beginning. ))). We began to tense up, taking turns, causing the lube and urine to flow from one bladder to the other and back again. The sensation of a constant cycle of filling and emptying was very arousing. We did this for about an hour, periodically adding more lube.

Then Emi said: "You know what will happen if I press on my stomach, right?" I replied: "Well, you do it and we'll find out!"

When she pressed on her stomach and tense up, almost all the lube and urine from her stomach spilled into mine, and since we'd been doing this for quite some time, the lube became liquid and moved almost instantly. This was the last straw, and I had a powerful orgasm that sent the entire contents of my bladder back into Emily, along with the semen that also spilled into hers. This caused her to cum, and I knew what was coming, as I know she squirts when she cums. And so it happened: she arched sharply in ecstasy, and a powerful stream of fluid filled my belly again just as she couldn't contain herself, shaking with pleasure.

Also, when we disagree on the best position, we play a game we call "rainbow balls."

We fill our bladders with warm saline and simultaneously insert hydrogel balls directly into each other's bladders through the urethra, trying not to overstimulate the erogenous zones. The first one to cum loses.

After sex in the winning position, we go about our daily business. By the end of the day, the balls swell, and we can't help but feel a sense of fullness. It's impossible to get rid of it in the usual way.

We can go on like this for several more days, while continuing to go to work and exercise. When the balls can't absorb any more liquid, we decide to call it a day. To get them out, we add even more saline solution to the bladder and pop in a few special capsules that release a lot of carbon dioxide when dissolved. And then a fountain of balls begins, scattering all over the house. My wife and I will think about what we can do to create an unforgettable experience. I'll be happy to tell you about it in the next story!