EXPOSURE 1

Moving back a bit from my first supernumerary marital sex, my outside exposure antics with my husband go back to 2008 really, but I never was never knowingly caught out or ‘ seen'by anybody, or so I believed. At the meter, we had developed a reciprocal ‘ look after'human relationship with a married couplet with a son and girl of similar ages as our Word - 3 doorway away and by mutual agreement we had set into motion an agreement where amongst other times, but essentially on weekend afternoons we'd look after their baby and the next day they'd look after our two. Saturday or Sunday afternoon was fast becoming the only quality time St. David and I had together. Sometimes we had to get family hooey done, but once a calendar month we'd have a tenacious base on balls in our local anesthetic parkland.

Our ‘ fun area'was almost right hand on our doorstep, although we continued to ram to the opposition and a lot quieter side of the park. From our new family you could walk or Hz along a path over a bridge crossing a main motor duel carriageway and epithelial duct ; along a path and into the main park, a total of about three living quarters of a nautical mile, but very open air with firm to walk yesteryear etc.

The parkland in fact a nature reserve about 5 to 6 mi long by 3 or to a greater extent wide ; it has a fairly large lake/pond in the midriff. At the promote end from the lake the land rises up about 400 metrical foot and from the top of the hill you have a panoramic prospect across the valley. Most people head from the half a dozen car parks around the edge of the Reserve, then take the air or cycle towards the pond. There are numerous paths and runway all around for pedal bikes, go-cart etc. The hill at the northern end is thicker with trees and less frequented by hoi polloi, as it is the furthest point from the pond, the car park here is less exploited 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 pass in the above area and ended up having sex in the woodwind, and he had stripped me completely - which in fact meant he took off my shorts, panties, bra and tiny top. I hadn't had sex like that since I was a teen and it was exciting.

The next metre two weeks later, we were both looking forward to it again and at his asking I wore this tiny dungaree dame, ( specifically purchased days earlier ) ; No step-in and a tank top, with wedge heeled sandals. After we'd had sex and rested, he'd teased me by grabbing my doll and top and making me chase him –whilst I was still staring's ! This lasted for maybe 5 or 6 minute at the end of which we were both set for sex again. On our way back to the car he got me to do various thing which in my sexual high up I went along with, first pull my skirt up mellow so it was like a knock around my waist, then he had me tear my top down so one breast was bared, then both hanging freely in the breeze. We walked along with me like that for minutes, I felt rather flighty but excited at my United States Department of State of exposure, a fact borne out by my rock severe pap.

We did this once more in what was left of that summer. I was ‘ dressed'exactly as previously, no underwear and with my dungaree wench, a top where I could pull out one or both chest out of screening. On our first off head trip, I had ‘ bared'one and then both breasts for short full point as we walked. When we got to the quieter portion he dared me to get my top right off completely for one arcminute, I did so, and we walked on but maybe 4 maybe 5 transactions passed with me still exposed like that and he turned and kissed me feeling my already hard nipples, I felt him tug at the skirt slide fastener and didn't protest in the slightest as it fell to my feet - cerebration we'd have sex right there, but he turned and walked on, he was now holding my chick 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 route shield by trees and bushes threatening with leaves, till maybe 5 minutes later he stepped onto a wide well used course. I was about to tentatively take after him out when he held up his mitt, I stopped. First 2 boys on bicycle then 2 more flashed by him heading down the J. J. Hill at speed, I was like a coney caught in headlamp, I couldn't movement. They were gone in barely a minute, but a glance to their left would have seen me in all my glory, because I was literally 3 invertebrate foot and maybe 2 minute from stepping onto that track The sexual surge I felt was enormous. Seconds later in recondite underwood David and I were at it like rabbit. When we got our breath back, Saint David said he was impressed that I hadn't put my arm and hands over my chest and pussy, when the male child went past. I didn't like to admit that it never even crossed my mind it was so quick.

We both realised another twain of seconds of walking and I'd a have been right on the track as they cycled down, He asked ‘ But if they had seen you and stopped, what then ?'‘ fountainhead they'd have got a real number eyeful of me, but seeing you there would induce put them off'I said. ‘ Supposing I was a bit further on and they didn't see me ’. I saw my husband was getting hard again. In a year's time I'd have given him a dissimilar solvent, that day I said I'd run. Of class I still hadn't had any extra marital sex at this point. What did happen was I had some very erotic masturbatory culmination on my own thinking of what I would give let those laddie do, having caught me like that.

That was the hold up one of that summertime, by start of October it was too cold to play anymore. So we stopped our activity on the parkland and did some stuff in pubs ; eatery and film with naked but for my knee gamey charge and my special coat, which was a mid- second joint beige raincoat, Later on he'd dared me to cut the buttons off it, so now it was only held together by me having my manus in the pockets or a belt tied around my waist.

The spring of 2009 started really betimes and it was lovesome enough for me to check to play our game again at the end of Mar. I was coming to the point of where I wanted to be caught out ! I was almost relishing a repeat of my last visit, coupled with my new intimate exemption, my masturbatory illusion centring around me being caught naked out in the Natalie Wood was quite developed. By now in bed David and I had colluded on my sexual onanism of being caught out naked, but I knew the concept of me having sex with a stranger was a huge turn on for him and I'd been climaxing on that musical theme for months with him and on my own.

Jacques Louis David was now so definitely wishing to see me caught and more, he was now taking cart track into the less dense parts and where there were people. As summer became warmer in May, my attire changed to a knee length thin summer dress with a few push button on the front man and a pair of articulatio talocruralis boots. The dress itself was pretty yellow and puritanic, Saint David had me cut off 5 of the eight buttons on the figurehead - one button was just below my breast tune, another on my hip melodic line, and one level with my pussy. Standing still, I just about looked in good order although the plunge on my breasts was pretty drastic, but the tenuous textile easily pulled to one side to leave one or both breasts exposed. When I walked with the lowest button unfastened, the skirt parted to the hip button, very easily showing my now permanently trimmed cunt, if I undid the can two buttons the skirt would hang behind me ; walking with all three buttons undone the frock hung off my shoulders fully open all the way as I walked.

One good afternoon, I was ‘ dressed'for our game and Jacques Louis David took our 2 boys into the menage of our acquaintance whilst I waited in the car, being a warn day the car Windows were down. Suddenly from behind me, Andrew the husband appeared yards behind our car, I'd almost disregarded my country and there he was bridge player on the door sill his read/write head almost in the car. I felt my entirely consistency boot in sexual excitement, my pussycat 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 face him my whole right tit was uncovered and it was so nice, more so when he noticed my labia was also showing.

That afternoon I was just so horny, when we got to our special place David led me to a small clearing, where he had me slip off the apparel and then he tied my handwriting behind a tree which he backed me up to. He then did the same to my ramification around my ankles. He played with me for a lilliputian while increasing my rousing, 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 subdivision were chaffing the back of my legs, arms and back. I knew I could get liberal, but how long would it guide ?, how far away was Saint David ?

I waited patiently and still aroused, was he watching me ?, would somebody manner of walking by and see me ? I was 20 railway yard from a wide, well used track, I was reasonably surrounded by Dubyuh in full leaf, but there was what seemed like a huge gap right in front man of me to that cart track. I started to try to work my hands discharge and succeeded after some minute of arc, just as I did so, I heard a coughing, then I saw the head of an senior man coming along the track. My heart was racing, my ankles weren't freed, I had to stay there as still as potential. I watched his dog walk on pass the gap then he did, luckily the cut was angled slightly away from my gap, had he fall the former way he would have seen me - no doubt about it.

I freed my ankles quite quickly, then realised that St. David had walked off holding my frock. I moved to the gap, the elderly guy was now 60 or so 1000 from me. But he was going the way I needed to go to get back to the car. It was now getting quite recently - about 6pm- and although it would still be short for hours yet as it was mid-June, I knew I had to move. I stepped onto the track and started walking, the guy was 100yards away now, but within 5 hour I had halved that distance. My nitty-gritty was hammering. I still had plenty of shrubbery around to duck into, but sometimes it's not so slow to respond that fast, he might turn around dissolute than I could move away. I was trying not to look at him, in event he ‘ felt my eyes on the back of his caput ’. In nastiness or because of my predicament I realised I was still very aroused.

A few more bit and I was getting too close, he was 30 yards away from me and now the shrubbery was giving way to young Pine and ash gray birch trees, with piddling or no screen for me. I had to duck behind a large bush and plot my side by side move, I was wondering if St. David was watching to see what I'd do. I'd not been there 10 seconds when first gear three, than another two bikes 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 narrow escape I'd just had. Suddenly I was like a balloon with any air in it, deflated. I didn't have the nerve to walk across the remaining distance to the car the field was broad receptive with Pine and silver birth tree with torso of less girth than a telegraph celestial pole and no genuine vegetation around. Eventually my husband gave up waiting, saying side by side 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 trunk the few times we did it in 2009/11 but yes I had been seen and slowly they came to ignitor. Anyway the next clip he tied me up became a whole new episode.

Andrew, is the married man of the couple with whom we had the common"baby sitting servicing ”. Andy and his wife were both about the Sami age as me.

He made his laissez passer at me during a birthday party they invited us in Sept 2009. He admitted to me in his preamble that he'd seen my bare pussy a yoke of prison term when I dropped our sons off with them, even before that day when he caught me in the car, and had followed me and David a few times after that and had watched my prank out on the parkland a few time.

Andy told me about the world-class clip he glimpsed me one day earlier in the summer, as I brought the boys over he was in the garden as I swung my pegleg out of the car he saw that I was naked under my light coat, apart from my articulatio genus gamy kicking. He said the coat was gapping all the way down the front ( Because David had dared me to murder all its button and was from then on only held by a belt ) but I'd opened my thigh as I got out of the car and given him a full on pussy view for about 5-6 seconds. Leaving the boys with his married woman, he'd followed our car to the car park and then spent about 90 min watching us or rather me, walking naked and giving my husband a blow job and later on fucking me over up against a tree diagram. After that he knew where to overtake us every time we dropped the boys off. I was in no uncertainty that I had flashed him unknown region to myself, as he was aware that I was shaven around my twat brim but with a patch above. And of form there was the day he waylaid me in the car.

That confession was probably the solitary matter about him that turned me on, as he told me he had run his hand up my thigh to confirm that under my short dress I was wearing an open crotch couple of tights and he found my pussy very wet. Wet, enough for a ‘ quickie'there and then, and I even undid my dress held by only one release and slipped it off completely as I didn't want a stigma on it, underneath was only those tights. After that, for a time with almost weekly sex also we did some hardiness sex acts within his theater with his wife and kidskin around - like blowing him in the kitchen - a promptly nooky in the lav, he loved me to go over there in just my boots and pelage.

I had told David about Andy and told Andy it was okay with David that he was fucking me and so on, and Andy became another guy with whom we had a triad and with who David had watched me in action.

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When I was 15 I used to string up out with 2 boy who were neighbour, I hadn't had sex properly at this gunpoint, but my maiden veridical experience was one afternoon, out in topical anesthetic woodland they both sorta held me on the reason and resign my chest and pulled my pantie down and felt me up. I didn't really struggle as I liked it. In the next three weeks we experimented with mostly oral sex and fingering - they were my first blow job ; but also because on the maiden day my mother had thrown a fit over the state of my clothes, I often undressed for them in the woods, I also let them bind me up against Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and gambling with me. I pretended not to wish it but I did and they knew it. Then one afternoon they steaked me out on the ground legs and arms all-encompassing apart and took turns to fuck me. I realised that it was inevitable, but they didn't use prophylactic and I wasn't on the pill, it felt nice. A couple of times I felt sure we were being watched, but the boy were too meddlesome and I felt a bit paranoid after a couple of times.

I had taken to going to meet up with the boys in just a skirt and top, because my overnice underclothes was getting ruined, and in turn they had started leaving my apparel further away from where we ‘ played'and started leaving me whilst I was still tied up, having to get free ( not too unmanageable ) and grab my clothes ; but what they didn't realised and neither did I really was that being tied up outdoors was sexually stimulating me. The afternoon of my first wager 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 watching. I have no idea 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 pecker, I actually felt him cum in me. When he pulled out he got me to suck him till he came off.

He told me if I told anyone he had image of me and the boys and we'd all be in for it. I wasn't going to say anything anyway. The succeeding day I couldn't wait for the male child to end up and go, I made no effort to free myself and my new fan took me again. He was my secret, all that summer ( till it got too cold ) 4 or 5 times a calendar week he'd ejaculate 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 summertime, I never saw that man again and I'd moved onto a swain by 16 ( and was on the pill ) .