In Her Own Words 1

by Alex Madura

  Fortunately my husband has a ninety minute commute to work and leaves around six o’clock in the morning which gave me plenty of time to get ready the following morning. As soon as I heard him drive off, I threw back the quilt, stripped off my PJ's and selected my favourite vibrator from my bedside cabinet. Lying on the bed, I spread my legs, fingering my pussy until was well lubricated before I switched on the vibe, rubbing it against my clit, sliding along my slit, until I was ready to push it into my hole. For the next twenty minutes I fucked myself with it, imagining it was Mike's cock inside me and I managed to bring myself to orgasm twice by the time I had to get up and shower.

  I laid out the underwear and dress I'd chosen and headed into the shower. After drying off, I applied a little more makeup than usual, a red lipstick, eyeliner and shadow. I put on a black platform bra, suspender belt, matching black panties then rolled up and attached the black stockings. For forty five years of age, I didn't think I looked too bad, my 30DD tits supported by the balcony bra revealing plenty of cleavage and my shaved pussy was visible through the sheer panties.

  If there is one thing I would change about my appearance it is my thighs as they are a bit chunky, but once I put my heels on and turned side on to the mirror they looked more shapely. In profile, my tits looked huge, tummy flatter, and bum, which I think is my best asset, round and perky. I finished dressing, putting on a knee length, tailored dress with buttons down the front from neck to hem. Suitable for work, but also versatile enough for me to undo some of the buttons later and reveal some flesh to hopefully tempt Mike.

  It was a beautiful, sunny early summer morning and I was full of the joys. Walking to the train station, and then to work, I looked at my reflection in shop windows and noticed guys turn to look at me as I passed. Buoyed by what I took to be their appreciative looks I was in a great mood. The morning dragged, though I got a further boost when one of the younger guys told me I looked ‘Hot’ today when I went down to the warehouse with some paperwork.

  I finished at twelve thirty and after a quick visit to the ladies to touch up my makeup and lipstick, I was ready to meet Mike. I reached the park where we'd arranged to meet before him, and I stopped just inside the gates and undid four buttons at the neck and four buttons from the hem of the dress before walking to the bench on the opposite side of the park to wait for him. I sat, looked down, then decided to open the neck of my dress a bit more and unfastened another button, exposing more of my plump tits.

  I crossed my legs showing some thigh and thought I could risk undoing more buttons. I undid one then another, continuing, getting closer to the darker stocking top. I thought I could chance one more and unfastened it, uncrossed and recrossed my legs checking to see what I was showing. As I recrossed them my dress pulled taut, more buttons popped and the dress opened revealing my stocking tops, a suspender strap, a band of pale skin above and my black panties.

  I'd been so engrossed that I'd neither seen nor heard Mike approaching until he spoke. I looked up. He was about ten yards away, grinning from ear to ear. I started fumbling with the buttons,

  ‘Leave them unfastened. It's a lovely view,’ he said laughing. I knew he was half joking, but realised this was as good a way as any for me to get things rolling. I moved my hands from the buttons.

  ‘Anything to please a dirty old man,’ I quipped back with a grin, before suggesting he come and sit down beside me.

  ‘Come on. I'm not going to eat you. At least not yet,’ I encouraged suggestively while patting the seat next to me. There was a look of uncertainty on his face at my unexpected reply and he briefly hesitated. To my relief, he smiled and looked down my dress at my cleavage as he sat down next to me. I uncrossed my legs, parting them far enough apart to keep the dress open. My sheer panties, tight across my pussy revealed I was shaved and I knew he was looking at a view he had never seen before. Mike said I was looking very sexy and he could hardly drag his eyes from my legs, cleavage and pussy.

  ‘Well, it’s a lovely day and I haven’t been out much lately so I thought I’d make an effort today.’

  ‘You’re effort is much appreciated, not only by me, but by every man passing by as well,’ he said laughing.

  ‘Have I gone too far do you think?’ I replied, blushing slightly.

  ‘Not as far as I’m concerned, I’m enjoying the view.’

  My heart was thumping and my tummy was performing somersaults so I went for broke. I told him I didn't fancy lunch, but had another hunger that needed satisfying. Looking him in the eye, I reminded him of his suggestion the previous summer of going for a drive in the countryside. Just so he was under no illusion as to what I was suggesting, I took his hand, placed it on my thigh and opened my legs a bit wider.

  He'd recovered quickly from his initial surprise and didn't need another invitation to slide his hand up my thigh to my stocking tops. He briefly fiddled with the suspender clip then moved his hand to the gap between my stockings and panties.

  ‘Do you know,’ he said, ‘that when I was a teenager having my first fumbles with girls, that when I touched the top of a stockinged leg I called it the laughing line as once I felt the bare skin above it I knew I’d be ‘laughing’ shortly.’

  ‘You realise that if we leave here and find somewhere quiet that our relationship will change,’ he said in a huskier voice than normal.

  Without saying anything I opened my legs wider, giving him more room. He began to rub the side of his hand against my pussy and had just pulled my panties to one side, about to finger me when two joggers approached. He quickly withdrew his hand before they realised what we were doing.

  As soon as they'd passed I turned to him, put my hand on his cock gave it a squeeze and whispered that I wanted him to drive us out to the countryside and fuck my brains out. I didn't even think to button my dress. We were halfway to the car park before I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window, dress flapping open, revealing not just my stockings, but my see through panties too, as we hurried along the busy street. I only had one thing on my mind. COCK! and had no intention of wasting time stopping to button up my dress.

  So much for being discrete, though the chance of being seen by anyone my husband knew was remote and crowded pavements actually prevented too many people noticing me flashing. The only exception was two guys in a stationary van at traffic lights who got an extended flash. Long enough for them to realise they could see my panties when a gust blew and held my dress open as we crossed in front of them. I didn't care and found it a bit of a turn on.

  Once in his car I asked Mike if he had any ideas where we could go. He had a few, some of them dogging sites that he'd read about on an online site and he admitted that he’d visited one of them a handful of times in hope of a fuck or blow job!

  It was about a twenty minute drive to get out of the town and into the countryside and we wasted a further hour, pulling into three or four places which though probably deserted at night, were busy during the day with joggers and dog walkers. Finally he turned down a country lane, turned off on to a track which led to some woods and parked on a concrete hard standing next to a derelict brick building.

  I leant over, kissed him on the mouth, stroking his stiffening cock through his trousers. Fully erect he didn't feel as large as I'd hoped but more than adequate. I unzipped and unfastened his trousers before putting my hand inside his pants and pulled his cock out. As I lowered my head and took him in my mouth I guessed he was about six inches in length, but thicker than any of the guys I'd had sex with in the past. I sucked him for a minute or two before deciding that the handbrake sticking in one tit and gear lever jabbing the other made it too uncomfortable in his small car.

  I placed his hand on his cock told him to stay in the car and wank. I got out of the car and noticed immediately that on the ground were several used condoms, a pair of knickers, and hanging from a shrub was a pair of ripped tights. We obviously weren't the first to visit this spot for sex. I walked about five yards in front of the car, and turned
to face it. One by one I unfastened the remaining buttons, pulled my dress fully open, revealing my lingerie. I turned my back to him and slowly let the dress slip down my arms, catching it before it fell to the ground. I wiggled my bum at him, before turning and sauntering over to the car to drop the dress on the bonnet before moving further away again.

  He opened the door to get out but I wagged my finger and told him to stay where he was until I was ready. He sat back, watching me cup my tits, squeeze them together, then reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. I turned my back to remove it, strolling away from the car, holding it in my hand before draping it over a nearby branch. It may not have been the sexiest strip but I was enjoying teasing him. I was now about twenty yards from the car at the edge of the concrete, the ground beyond too soft for my heels, I slipped my fingers in the sides of my panties and slowly pulled them down to the top of my thighs, uncovering my shaven pussy. I moved one hand between my legs and began to rub my myself suggestively, swinging my hips, my tits swaying, all the time moving slowly back towards the car, stopping in front of it.

  I could feel the warm sun on my naked tits, something I'd always enjoyed on beach holidays. I ran my hands over my body, lifted my tits one by one, sticking my tongue out, flicking my hard nipples. I moved my hands back to my pussy, stroked it again, pulled my panties down further, then turned around. With my back to him, I bent over and lowered my panties down to my ankles and took them off. I opened my legs wide, looked between them, ran my fingers along my slit, then gripping my fleshy labia and stretched my pussy open, displaying my pink hole to him.

  My pussy was literally dripping, a string of my clear sex juices, dangling from my hole, swinging and stretching until it broke and dripped on the ground. I was much wetter than I'd been in a long time, and, feeling as horny as hell, I straightened, turned, walked towards the car beckoning him to get out and fuck me. I was pleased to see that my strip had kept Mike aroused as he stroked his erection walking to the front of the car and he leant against the bonnet. Crouching, I pulled his trousers and pants down and took his cock in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the base, wanking him as I sucked and at the same time I slipped my other hand between my legs fingering my pussy.

  I sucked him for a short while and my fingers rubbing my hard little clit had me worked up and I was ready to feel his cock inside me. I let his prick slip from my mouth stood up and told him I wanted him to fuck me. I bent over the wing of the car where my tits touched the warm bonnet and I arched my back which had the effect of spreading my buttocks as I spread my legs apart, offering my neglected pussy to him.

  Holding his cock, he guided it into me. The head entered me, then I felt his thickness opening me, stretching my hole as he slid his prick inside me. He placed his hands on my bum, I moved mine, hanging onto the car with one, sliding the other under my body until my fingers touched my clit. He'd buried his cock inside me and began to fuck me with slow steady strokes, his slick shaft sliding against my fingertips as I frigged my clit. What he lacked in length he more than made up for in girth. If anything I found having my hole stretched more satisfying than being deeply penetrated by my husbands’ and other guys’ longer cocks.

  For a guy who, as far as I was aware, hadn't had a fuck recently, only masturbating for about two years, he held back remarkably well. It all got quite frenzied, both of us having our first fuck in years. I could hear him grunting as I was urging him to fuck me harder, moaning, sighing, panting, getting louder as my pent up orgasm built. He fucked me until I climaxed, before thrusting into me faster for another minute, maybe two, before ejaculating. I felt his cock pulsing three or four times as he pumped a heavy load of spunk inside me, flooding my pussy and splattering my cervix with his creamy seed.

  He withdrew his softening cock. I lay sprawled over the bonnet, his spunk pouring from my hole, running down the side of my thighs until I stood, and fetched some tissues to wipe myself. I looked at my watch, half past two. Mike had to be home for six, I had longer.

  ‘How long before you can fuck me again?’ I asked hopefully.

  ‘Half an hour, an hour at the most,’ he replied confidently.

  ‘Let's see if we can get you hard sooner,’ I told him as I started undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and removing the rest of his clothes. I stripped him naked and we laid on a strip of grass nearby, kissing, fondling, stroking, caressing, sucking and licking each other.

  It took him just over half an hour for his cock to stir into action again. With his cock in my mouth, I had him fully erect again. My pussy was still wet and gaping after being licked and fingered and was ready and waiting for round two. I knelt with my bum up. He slid his cock up me for the second time and began to to fuck me. We were going at it hard, fucking noisily before we both heard the sound of a branch snapping nearby by, as if someone had trodden on it. We slowed and looked around. I couldn't see anyone, but Mike leant forward and with his mouth close to my ear said,

  ‘There's a guy watching, just to the left of the tree where you left your bra. Do you want to stop?’ he whispered.

  Being watched having sex has been a fantasy of mine for a long time and there was no way I was stopping before Mike had come again.

  ‘Let him watch. Carry on fucking me,’ I replied breezily.

  While Mike continued to fuck me I eventually spotted the guy watching. I couldn't see clearly but his arm appeared to be moving and I imagined him wanking. For me it was a bonus, a real turn on, knowing that a guy was watching us fuck. As my orgasm approached I was tempted to invite him to come closer to watch and part of me wanted him to join in. Maybe another time!

  I climaxed and let go, coming noisily and I urged Mike to come in my pussy and my encouragement did the trick and I felt him jerking, spurting more of his semen inside me.

  There was less spunk and less mess the second time and I wiped my pussy clean. Still naked except for my suspender belt and spunk dampened stockings I strolled over to where our voyeur had been. He'd disappeared as had my bra. We dressed and Mike dropped me at the station and I was home in plenty of time to shower and change before my husband got home.

  Neither of us can use our homes to meet. I've got a nosy neighbour who I'm certain would tell my husband if she saw anyone coming and staying for a few hours and Mike's Mother in Law lives with them, but in some respects that's been a blessing in disguise as its forced us to be daring outdoors.

  Throughout the summer we've only had sex outdoors returning to those woods a number of times. A couple of times we've taken a risk and had a quickie in the town centre multi storey car park next to his car in broad daylight. We almost got caught both times by people walking past in the next row over without them noticing us. I admitted that the thought of being caught and watched having sex by a complete stranger turned me on which is when Mike told me about a nudist beach he had read about further along the Cornish coast from us.

  The thought of naked men wanking whilst watching us putting on a live porn show for them was a fantasy that both Mike and I wanted to try before the summer came to an end. Mike was excited about the prospect and I could hardly sleep at night thinking about what we could do to push our boundaries.

  We both had the confidence to do it and although I was slightly concerned about our security, I was assured by Mike that we would be safe and that we would be so far away from our home town that no one would recognise us.

  I had been doing my own online research about dogging and nude beaches and one Wednesday afternoon when Mike and I met up for lunch and we ended up having sex talk, as you do, I said something to Mike that caught him off guard slightly,

  ‘Do you know what my ultimate fantasy would be?’

  ‘Go on, enlighten me,’ he said with a wicked smile on his face.

  ‘Well, you know how we’ve talked about going to the nude beach and dogging there?’

  ‘Yeah…’

  ‘I want to see if we could take our dogging up to the next level!’

  Mike looked
at me quizzically.

  ‘So what have you in mind?’

  ‘We will only have one chance to go to the beach this year so I’d like to make the most of the opportunity.’

  ‘Yes I agree, but what have you in mind?’ Mike said, with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

  ‘I want us to go there and for you to watch me suck or fuck someone else of my choosing.’

  I could immediately see the torment in my lover’s eyes! He knew it would be the ultimate dogging experience for us, but he was possessive towards me and this had come as a surprise to him. The thought of watching me sucking or fucking someone else would be the ultimate cuckold humiliation for him and I could see he was unsure about it but he could hear the enthusiasm in my voice, so, needless to say, he said yes!

  From that minute onwards my mind was in overdrive! Fucking hell, I’m actually going to be allowed to go dogging with Mike and have sex with a complete stranger. My pussy was already pulsating at the thought of it.

  For the next week we texted each other constantly with ideas and thoughts on how far we were prepared to go and what would be our boundaries. Amid all of this excitement and planning the one thing we needed, good weather, was going to be a problem as wet and chilly weather was forecast for the week ahead.