I walked into the kitchen and almost stumbled upon him once again. My spouse had tightly bound himself and was gripping a cut bottle funnel in his mouth. I smiled at the mischievous man, for he was asking for it yet again. Time and time again, he would transform into my personal pee hole, and he didn’t like that I had to rush a few more paces to the toilet. He wanted me to do it in the kitchen, and sometimes it embarrassed me. But today, my bladder was quite full because I had drank soda earlier. Pulling down my panties, I felt a little silly squatting down in the kitchen. But the moment the rim of the cut bottle funnel touched the underside of my ass, I felt a warm flush flowing all over me. My husband was going to drink my piss, and he loved it. There was something so erotic about it, and I let my piss loose. The powerful stream splashed at the sides of the bottle and flowed down immediately. I could hear the warm elixir gurgling in my husband’s mouth as he took his time actually swallowing it. I knew that he sloshed it around his mouth, taking in the flavors, which he said were always sweet more than salty.