EXPOSURE 1

Moving back a bit from my initiative extra matrimonial sex, my outdoor photo 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 time, we had developed a multiplicative inverse ‘ facial expression after'relationship with a married dyad with a son and daughter of standardised years as our boy - 3 door away and by mutual agreement we had set into gesture an agreement where amongst other times, but essentially on weekend afternoon we'd look after their minor and the adjacent day they'd look after our two. Sabbatum or William Ashley Sunday afternoon was fast becoming the only quality prison term Saint David and I had together. Sometimes we had to get family stuff done, but once a calendar month we'd have a long walk in our local parkland.

Our ‘ fun area'was almost ripe on our doorstep, although we continued to drive to the antonym and often quieter face of the park. From our new house you could walk or cycle per second along a path over a bridge crossing a principal motor duel carriageway and epithelial duct ; along a track and into the chief parkland, a sum of about three twenty-five percent of a mile, but very undefendable with houses to take the air yesteryear etc.

The park in fact a nature reserve about 5 to 6 nautical mile long by 3 or more than wide ; it has a fairly large lake/pond in the middle. At the further end from the lake the land rises up about 400 fundament and from the top of the J. J. Hill you have a panoramic view across the valley. almost people head from the one-half a dozen car parks around the boundary of the military reserve, then walk or Hz towards the pond. There are legion path and tracks all around for foot lever cycle, walkers etc. The hill at the northern end is thicker with trees and less frequented by people, as it is the farthermost point from the pond, the car commons here is less used and that is where we usually park.

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

The following time two calendar week later, we were both looking forward to it again and at his request I wore this midget denim skirt, ( specifically purchased solar day earlier ) ; No pantie and a tank top, with wedge 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 double-dyed's ! This lasted for maybe 5 or 6 min at the end of which we were both ready for sex again. On our way back to the car he got me to do versatile things which in my intimate high I went along with, first draw in my skirt up mellow so it was like a belt ammunition around my waistline, then he had me pull my top down so one bosom was bared, then both hanging freely in the picnic. We walked along with me like that for minutes, I felt rather spooky but excited at my state of exposure, a fact borne out by my rock hard nipples.

We did this once more in what was left of that summer. I was ‘ dressed'exactly as previously, no underwear and with my denim wench, a top where I could pull one or both tit out of covering. On our first head trip, I had ‘ bared'one and then both breasts for short menstruation as we walked. When we got to the quieter office he dared me to require my top right off completely for one minute, I did so, and we walked on but maybe 4 maybe 5 minute of arc passed with me still exposed like that and he turned and kissed me feeling my already hard mammilla, I felt him tug at the skirt zipper and didn't protest in the slightest as it fell to my feet - intellection we'd have sex right there, but he turned and walked on, he was now holding my skirt and top, I was starkers !.

Naturally I followed - now naked and feeling deliciously naughty, acutely cognisant of how ‘ wet'I was. I followed him along the path shield by tree diagram and shrub heavy with farewell, till maybe 5 minutes later he stepped onto a broad well used track. I was about to tentatively follow him out when he held up his hand, I stopped. kickoff 2 boys on bikes then 2 more flashed by him heading down the J. J. Hill at stop number, 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 hand would deliver seen me in all my aureole, because I was literally 3 feet and maybe 2 seconds from stepping onto that track The sexual rush I felt was enormous. irregular later in deep undergrowth David and I were at it like lapin. When we got our breathing place back, David said he was impressed that I hadn't put my arm and hands over my titty and snatch, when the son went past. I didn't like to admit that it never even crossed my mind it was so warm.

We both realised another couplet of seconds of walking and I'd a have been right on the path as they cycled down, He asked ‘ But if they had seen you and stopped, what then ?'‘ wellspring they'd have got a actual eyeful of me, but seeing you there would have put them off'I said. ‘ Supposing I was a bit foster on and they didn't see me ’. I saw my husband was getting hard again. In a year's meter I'd have given him a different resolution, that day I said I'd run. Of course of action I still hadn't had any extra married sex at this point in time. What did materialise was I had some very erotic masturbatory climaxes on my own thinking of what I would have let those lads do, having caught me like that.

That was the last one of that summer, by start of October it was too cold to playact anymore. So we stopped our activity on the parkland and did some clobber in pubs ; eatery and cinemas with naked but for my knee high boots and my particular coat, which was a mid- thigh ecru raincoat, Later on he'd dared me to cut the clitoris off it, so now it was only held together by me having my hands in the pockets or a belt tied around my waist.

The outpouring of 2009 started really early and it was warm enough for me to hold to fiddle our biz again at the end of March. I was coming to the tip of where I wanted to be caught out ! I was almost relishing a repetition of my last visit, 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 intimate masturbation of being caught out naked, but I knew the concept of me having sex with a stranger was a huge routine on for him and I'd been climaxing on that idea for months with him and on my own.

David was now so definitely wishing to see me overhear and more, he was now taking cartroad into the LE slow parts and where there were people. As summer became warmer in May, my attire changed to a knee distance thin summer dress with a few clit on the front and a dyad of ankle iron boot. The dress itself was pretty xanthous and blue, David had me cut off 5 of the eight buttons on the presence - one button was just below my chest line, another on my hip line, and one layer with my twat. Standing still, I just about looked in good order although the dip on my breasts was pretty drastic, but the thin material 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 pussy, if I undid the bottom two buttons the skirt would flow behind me ; walking with all three buttons undone the clothes hung off my shoulders fully open all the way as I walked.

One afternoon, I was ‘ dressed'for our plot and St. David took our 2 boys into the house of our friends whilst I waited in the car, being a warn day the car window were down. Suddenly from behind me, Andrew the hubby appeared G behind our car, I'd almost forgotten my land and there he was manus on the door sill his head almost in the car. I felt my wholly body flush in intimate excitation, my snatch virtually leaked. I had no mind what I was showing him ( I couldn't look down ). He later told me that when I turned to face him my whole right wing breast was uncovered and it was so nice, more so when he noticed my labia was also showing.

That afternoon I was just so aroused, when we got to our special post David led me to a humble clearing, where he had me slip off the dress and then he tied my hands behind a tree which he backed me up to. He then did the same to my legs around my ankles. He played with me for a minuscule 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 shinny 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 plate. I expected he would pay heed around to see if I freed myself. I tried but the limb were chaffing the back of my peg, blazon and back. I knew I could get free, but how long would it take on ?, how far away was David ?

I waited patiently and still aroused, was he watching me ?, would somebody walk by and see me ? I was 20 grounds from a wide, well used track, I was reasonably surrounded by bushes in full leaf, but there was what seemed like a huge gap right in front of me to that caterpillar tread. I started to try to lick my hands complimentary and succeeded after some minutes, just as I did so, I heard a cough, then I saw the forefront of an senior man coming along the cartroad. My heart was racing, my ankle joint weren't freed, I had to stay there as still as possible. I watched his dog walk on laissez passer the gap then he did, luckily the track was angled slightly away from my gap, had he add up the former way he would have seen me - no uncertainty about it.

I freed my ankles quite quickly, then realised that St. David had walked off holding my dress. I moved to the gap, the elderly guy was now 60 or so yards from me. But he was going the way I needed to go to get back to the car. It was now getting quite belated - about 6pm- and although it would still be luminousness for hours yet as it was mid-June, I knew I had to impress. I stepped onto the running and started walking, the guy was 100yards away now, but within 5 minutes I had halved that distance. My heart was hammering. I still had pot of shrubbery around to duck into, but sometimes it's not so easy to respond that fast, he might change state around flying than I could move away. I was trying not to look at him, in pillowcase he ‘ felt my oculus on the vertebral column of his head ’. In spite or because of my predicament I realised I was still very aroused.

A few more minutes and I was getting too close, he was 30 yards away from me and now the shrubbery was giving way to young pine tree and flatware birch trees, with little or no cover for me. I had to duck behind a declamatory bush and plot my next relocation, I was wondering if St. David was watching to see what I'd do. I'd not been there 10 seconds when offset three, than another two cycle went hurtling along the track 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 constrict flight 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 length to the car the area was wide open with true pine and silver birth tree with trunks of less girth than a telegraph pole and no real number vegetation around. Eventually my husband gave up waiting, saying next 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 time we did it in 2009/11 but yes I had been seen and slowly they came to sparkle. Anyway the next time he tied me up became a whole new episode.

St. Andrew, is the husband of the couple with whom we had the mutual"infant sitting service ”. Andy and his wife were both about the same age as me.

He made his walk at me during a natal day company they invited us in September 2009. He admitted to me in his preamble that he'd seen my bare pussy a span of meter when I dropped our son off with them, even before that day when he caught me in the car, and had followed me and Jacques Louis David a few times after that and had watched my put-on out on the parkland a few prison term.

Andy told me about the number one time he glimpsed me one day earlier in the summertime, as I brought the boys over he was in the garden as I swung my legs out of the car he saw that I was naked under my light coat, apart from my knee high boots. He said the pelage was gapping all the way down the front ( Because David had dared me to slay all its buttons 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 horizon for about 5-6 s. Leaving the male child with his wife, he'd followed our car to the car park and then spent about 90 second watching us or rather me, walking naked and giving my husband a blow job and later on fucking me over up against a Tree. After that he knew where to catch us every time we dropped the boys off. I was in no doubt that I had flashed him unknown to myself, as he was aware that I was shaven around my pussy lips but with a plot above. And of trend there was the day he waylaid me in the car.

That confession was probably the just thing about him that turned me on, as he told me he had run his hand up my second joint to substantiate that under my short dress I was wearing an afford genitals pair of leotards and he found my puss very wet. Wet, enough for a ‘ quickie'there and then, and I even undid my dress held by only one button and slipped it off completely as I didn't want a smear on it, underneath was only those tights. After that, for a time with almost hebdomadal sex also we did some hardiness sex human action within his house with his wife and small fry around - like blowing him in the kitchen - a quickly fuck in the bathroom, he loved me to go over there in just my boots and coat.

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

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When I was 15 I used to hang out with 2 male child who were neighbour, I hadn't had sex properly at this gunpoint, but my foremost real experience was one afternoon, out in local woodland they both sorta held me on the ground and absolve my breasts and pulled my panties down and matt-up me up. I didn't really struggle as I liked it. In the side by side three weeks we experimented with mostly unwritten sex and fingering - they were my beginning coke line ; but also because on the get-go 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 connect me up against Tree and swordplay 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 legs and arms panoptic apart and took round to have it away me. I realised that it was inevitable, but they didn't use condoms and I wasn't on the pill, it felt nice. A couple of times I felt certainly we were being watched, but the boy were too busy and I felt a bit paranoid after a couple of times.

I had taken to going to converge up with the male child in just a skirt and top, because my nice underwear 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 innocent ( not too difficult ) and seize my apparel ; but what they didn't realised and neither did I really was that being tied up open air was sexually stimulating me. The afternoon of my first stakes out and their first gear penetrated sex with me, they ran off leaving me, I had just got both manpower free when this guy came up. I'd been right about soul observance. 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 pictures of me and the boys and we'd all be in for it. I wasn't going to say anything anyway. The next day I couldn't wait for the boys to finish up and go, I made no cause to relinquish myself and my new lover took me again. He was my secret, all that summer ( till it got too cold ) 4 or 5 sentence a week he'd seed 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 boyfriend by 16 ( and was on the anovulant ) .