I get wet when I’m turned on. I always have. Squirting is different. My husband was going down on me the first time I squirted. It felt incredible. The orgasm was intense and pure.

The next time was more of a flood than a squirt while I was riding him. The orgasm was mind-blowing, but as soon as I came to my senses, I worried that it may have been urine. It was not the right time to talk with my husband about it. His body was still shaking and his abdomen and thighs were covered with my juices. His belly button was full.

He kissed me. “I love that feeling. It is so hot when you get so wet. You filled me too.” He dipped his finger in his navel and brought it to my mouth.

It did not smell like urine. I hesitated.

“Taste.” He brought his finger to my lips. “It’s not pee. I’ve tasted it already and it would not turn me on at all if it were.”

I hesitantly licked his finger. I have never tasted pee, but from the smell of urine it would be acidic. This did not smell nor taste acidic. I sucked his finger and let my tongue run all over it as though it were his penis.

I took his finger out of my mouth, grinned cheekily and started kissing down. I stopped when I reached his belly button and gave a mischievous smile. He held my hair out of the way while I lapped up the little lake. He pulled me up and kissed me, tasting me on my tongue. Both our breathing was ragged. I wanted him, but he had only cum a few minutes ago. He flipped me over, so I was lying on my breasts on our bed. He pinned my wrists down with most of his body weight and took me. He was so hard. Our adventure with squirting and gushing turned us on so much and still does.