EXPOSURE 1

Moving back a bit from my first extra matrimonial sex, my outdoor vulnerability antics with my hubby go back to 2008 really, but I never was never knowingly caught out or ‘ seen'by anybody, or so I believed. At the time, we had developed a reciprocal ‘ flavor after'relationship with a married duet with a son and daughter of standardised ages as our sons - 3 doors away and by mutual agreement we had set into motion an understanding where amongst other clip, but essentially on weekend good afternoon we'd feel after their children and the side by side day they'd look after our two. Saturday or Sunday afternoon was fast becoming the lonesome lineament time David and I had together. Sometimes we had to get kinsperson stuff done, but once a month we'd have a prospicient paseo in our local park.

Our ‘ play surface area'was almost right on our threshold, although we continued to drive to the inverse and practically quiet slope of the parking lot. From our new house you could walk or cps along a path over a bridge crossing a independent motor duel carriageway and canal ; along a path and into the main parkland, a aggregate of about three quarters of a knot, but very undefended with houses to take the air past etc.

The parkland in fact a nature modesty about 5 to 6 naut mi long by 3 or more wide ; it has a fairly enceinte lake/pond in the center. At the boost end from the lake the estate rises up about 400 feet and from the top of the pitcher's mound you have a panoramic view across the valley. Most people head from the half a dozen car common around the bound of the reserve, then walk or cycle per second towards the pond. There are numerous paths and tracks all around for pedal point bikes, baby-walker etc. The Hill at the northern end is thicker with tree and less frequented by the great unwashed, as it is the furthest point from the pool, the car park here is less used and that is where we usually park.

Our game started its evolution towards the end of summer 2008, when we'd been on our own for a walk in the above region and ended up having sex in the Grant Wood, and he had stripped me completely - which in fact meant he took off my shorts, scanty, bra and bantam top. I hadn't had sex like that since I was a teenager and it was exciting.

The next time two workweek later, we were both looking forward to it again and at his request I wore this tiny denim wench, ( specifically purchased days earlier ) ; No scanty and a army tank top, with sub heeled sandals. After we'd had sex and rested, he'd teased me by grabbing my dame and top and making me chase him –whilst I was still starker's ! This lasted for maybe 5 or 6 minutes at the end of which we were both fix for sex again. On our way back to the car he got me to do various affair which in my sexual high I went along with, first pull my skirt up higher so it was like a belt around my waist, then he had me get out my top down so one breast was bared, then both hanging freely in the duck soup. We walked along with me like that for minutes, I felt rather nervous but excited at my nation of exposure, a fact borne out by my rock hard nipples.

We did this once more in what was left of that summertime. I was ‘ dressed'exactly as previously, no underwear and with my denim skirt, a top where I could force one or both titty out of cover. On our first trip, I had ‘ bared'one and then both breasts for little periods as we walked. When we got to the quieter persona he dared me to learn my top right off completely for one hour, I did so, and we walked on but maybe 4 maybe 5 minutes passed with me still exposed like that and he turned and kissed me feeling my already intemperately tit, I felt him tug at the wench zip fastener and didn't protest in the slightest as it fell to my feet - thinking we'd have sex rightfield there, but he turned and walked on, he was now holding my wench and top, I was starkers !.

Naturally I followed - now naked and feeling deliciously naughty, acutely aware of how ‘ wet'I was. I followed him along the path shield by trees and Dubya heavy with farewell, till maybe 5 second later he stepped onto a wide fountainhead used track. I was about to tentatively follow him out when he held up his hand, I stopped. First 2 boy on wheel then 2 more than flashed by him heading down the hill at pep pill, I was like a rabbit caught in headlights, I couldn't move. They were gone in barely a second, but a glance to their left field would give birth seen me in all my glory, because I was literally 3 fundament and maybe 2 seconds from stepping onto that track The intimate rush I felt was tremendous. Seconds later in trench undergrowth St. David and I were at it like cony. When we got our breath back, David said he was impressed that I hadn't put my arm and hands over my breasts and pussycat, when the son went past. I didn't like to allow that it never even crossed my brain it was so spry.

We both realised another couple of arcsecond of walking and I'd a have been right on the rails as they cycled down, He asked ‘ But if they had seen you and stopped, what then ?'‘ well they'd have got a material eyeful of me, but seeing you there would stimulate put them off'I said. ‘ Supposing I was a bit further on and they didn't see me ’. I saw my hubby was getting hard again. In a year's fourth dimension I'd have given him a different answer, that day I said I'd run. Of track I still hadn't had any extra matrimonial sex at this period. What did happen was I had some very erotic masturbatory coming on my own mentation of what I would make let those lads do, having caught me like that.

That was the finis one of that summer, by head start of October it was too cold to diddle anymore. So we stopped our activity on the park and did some poppycock in pubs ; restaurant and cinemas with naked but for my knee heights boots and my special coat, which was a mid- thigh ecru raincoat, Later on he'd dared me to cut the button off it, so now it was only held together by me having my hands in the air pocket or a belt tied around my waist.

The saltation of 2009 started really early and it was warm enough for me to agree to play our plot again at the end of MArch. I was coming to the point of where I wanted to be caught out ! I was almost relishing a repeat of my last sojourn, coupled with my new sexual freedom, my masturbatory fantasize centring around me being caught naked out in the woods was quite developed. By now in bed David and I had colluded on my sexual onanism of being caught out raw, but I knew the construct of me having sex with a stranger was a huge turn on for him and I'd been climaxing on that idea for calendar month with him and on my own.

David was now so definitely wishing to see me catch up with and more, he was now taking tracks into the less dense voice and where there were people. As summer became strong in May, my attire changed to a knee length thin summer dress with a few buttons on the front and a pair of ankle bang. The attire itself was pretty yellow and grim, David had me cut off 5 of the eight button on the front - one button was just below my boob phone line, another on my hip line, and one level with my slit. Standing still, I just about front nice although the plunge on my knocker was pretty drastic, but the thin stuff easily pulled to one English to forget one or both breasts exposed. When I walked with the lowest clit unfastened, the skirt parted to the hip button, very easily showing my now permanently trimmed pussy, if I undid the bottom two push button the skirt would flow behind me ; walking with all three buttons undone the dress hung off my shoulders fully open all the way as I walked.

One afternoon, I was ‘ dressed'for our game and David took our 2 boy into the theatre of our friends whilst I waited in the car, being a warn day the car windows were down. Suddenly from behind me, Andrew the married man appeared yards behind our car, I'd almost forgotten my state and there he was mitt on the door sill his head word almost in the car. I felt my all physical structure flush in sexual excitement, my pussy virtually leaked. I had no idea what I was showing him ( I couldn't look down ). He later told me that when I turned to confront him my solid right field bosom was uncovered and it was so nice, more so when he noticed my labia was also showing.

That good afternoon I was just so horny, when we got to our special place David led me to a modest clearing, where he had me slip off the dress and then he tied my hands behind a tree diagram which he backed me up to. He then did the same to my legs around my ankles. He played with me for a piffling while increasing my arousal, then walked off leaving me there. As he stepped back onto the track, he said ‘ see you back at the car, then'and was gone."OMG !"Surely he didn't really mean that.

But then he left - well not quite, he told me this was his forfeit, to try to struggle free and get back to the car. I couldn't believe it, yes, we'd discussed me getting back all the way to the car naked, it had been an idea kicked around as we drove home. I expected he would hang around to see if I freed myself. I tried but the branches were chaffing the rear of my branch, coat of arms and back. I knew I could get innocent, but how long would it conduct ?, how far away was Saint David ?

I waited patiently and still aroused, was he watching me ?, would somebody walk by and see me ? I was 20 yards from a wide, well used track, I was reasonably surrounded by bushes in replete leaf, but there was what seemed like a huge gap right in forepart of me to that caterpillar tread. I started to try to forge my hand discharge and succeeded after some minutes, just as I did so, I heard a cough, then I saw the chief of an older man coming along the trail. My heart was racing, my articulatio talocruralis weren't freed, I had to stay there as still as possible. I watched his dog walk on bye the gap then he did, luckily the cut was angled slightly away from my gap, had he come the other way he would possess seen me - no dubiousness about it.

I freed my ankle quite quickly, then realised that David had walked off holding my dress. I moved to the gap, the elderly guy was now 60 or so grounds from me. But he was going the way I needed to go to get back to the car. It was now getting quite deep - about 6pm- and although it would still be light for hr yet as it was mid-June, I knew I had to move. I stepped onto the trail and started walking, the guy was 100yards away now, but within 5 bit I had halved that aloofness. My heart was hammering. I still had plenty of shrubbery around to duck into, but sometimes it's not so sluttish to react that fast, he might work around flying than I could be active away. I was trying not to look at him, in instance he ‘ felt my oculus on the back of his top dog ’. In cattiness or because of my predicament I realised I was still very awake.

A few more than minutes and I was getting too close, he was 30 thousand away from me and now the shrubbery was giving way to Brigham Young pine and atomic number 47 birch Tree, with little or no cover for me. I had to duck behind a large Bush and plot of ground my side by side move, I was wondering if Jacques Louis David was watching to see what I'd do. I'd not been there 10 seconds when first-class honours degree three, than another two cycle went hurtling along the path the same direction as I needed to go, I wondered if they had seen me at all, they didn't even pause as they flashed by.

I crouched there realising what a nail down escape I'd just had. Suddenly I was like a balloon with any air in it, deflated. I didn't have the nerve to take the air across the remaining space to the car the expanse was wide open with pine and silver nativity Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with trunks of less girth than a telegraph pole and no real vegetation around. Eventually my husband gave up waiting, saying following calendar week we'd do it all over again.



I don't know why I had assumed that no one else had seen me flashing and exposing my physical structure the few times we did it in 2009/11 but yes I had been seen and slowly they came to lightness. Anyway the next time he tied me up became a whole new episode.

Saint Andrew, is the husband of the duad with whom we had the mutual"baby sitting service ”. Andy and his married woman were both about the same age as me.

He made his liberty chit at me during a birthday political party they invited us in September 2009. He admitted to me in his preamble that he'd seen my bare pussy a couple of clip when I dropped our son off with them, even before that day when he caught me in the car, and had followed me and David a few clip after that and had watched my put-on out on the parkland a few times.

Andy told me about the get-go time he glimpsed me one day earlier in the summertime, as I brought the male child over he was in the garden as I swung my wooden leg out of the car he saw that I was naked under my faint coat, apart from my knee joint heights bang. He said the coat was gapping all the way down the front man ( Because David had dared me to take away all its push button and was from then on only held by a smash ) but I'd opened my second joint as I got out of the car and given him a wide-cut on pussy view for about 5-6 arcsecond. Leaving the boy with his wife, he'd followed our car to the car park and then spent about 90 hour watching us or rather me, walking naked and giving my husband a nose candy job and later on fucking me over up against a tree. After that he knew where to overtake us every time we dropped the male child off. I was in no doubt that I had flashed him unknown to myself, as he was cognizant that I was shaven around my puss sass but with a speckle above. And of course of instruction there was the day he waylaid me in the car.

That confession was probably the only affair about him that turned me on, as he told me he had run his hand up my thigh to sustain that under my short dress I was wearing an surface genitalia yoke of tights and he found my cunt very wet. Wet, enough for a ‘ quickie'there and then, and I even undid my wearing apparel held by only one button and slipped it off completely as I didn't want a stain on it, underneath was only those tights. After that, for a time with almost each week sex also we did some hardiness sex Acts of the Apostles within his business firm with his wife and fry around - like blowing him in the kitchen - a warm nooky in the bathroom, he loved me to go over there in just my boots and pelage.

I had told Jacques Louis David about Andy and told Andy it was okay with St. David that he was fucking me and so forth, and Andy became another guy with whom we had a trio and with who David had watched me in action mechanism.

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When I was 15 I used to hang out with 2 boys who were neighbours, I hadn't had sex properly at this point, but my first real experience was one afternoon, out in local forest they both sorta held me on the ground and resign my breasts and pulled my panties down and felt me up. I didn't really struggle as I liked it. In the next three workweek we experimented with mostly oral sex and fingering - they were my first blow jobs ; but also because on the first day my female parent had thrown a fit over the land of my clothes, I often undressed for them in the woods, I also let them attach me up against Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and gambling with me. I pretended not to like it but I did and they knew it. Then one afternoon they steaked me out on the ground pegleg and coat of arms wide apart and took tour to get it on me. I realised that it was inevitable, but they didn't use condoms and I wasn't on the pill, it felt overnice. A couple of fourth dimension I felt for sure we were being watched, but the boys were too engaged and I felt a bit paranoid after a couple of times.

I had taken to going to conform to up with the boys in just a chick and top, because my prissy underwear was getting ruined, and in turn they had started leaving my wearing apparel further away from where we ‘ played'and started leaving me whilst I was still tied up, having to get loose ( not too difficult ) and snaffle my clothes ; but what they didn't realised and neither did I really was that being tied up outdoors was sexually stimulating me. The good afternoon of my first bet out and their first penetrated sex with me, they ran off leaving me, I had just got both hands free when this guy came up. I'd been right about someone observation. I have no estimate how old he was maybe 40 + but at 15 everyone over 20 is old. Anyway he entered me and fucked me properly with a big stopcock, I actually felt him cum in me. When he pulled out he got me to take up him till he came off.

He told me if I told anyone he had pictures of me and the male child and we'd all be in for it. I wasn't going to say anything anyway. The next day I couldn't waiting for the son to cease up and go, I made no campaign to free myself and my new lover took me again. He was my cloak-and-dagger, all that summer ( till it got too insensate ) 4 or 5 time a week he'd cum and do me, mostly whilst I was still tied up. So that's probably where I got my liking for outdoor sex, in bondage and so on. Oh after that summer, I never saw that man again and I'd moved onto a beau by 16 ( and was on the contraceptive pill ) .