Graham and Chelsea often went for walks together. They had been married for eight or nine years, and now they found that going out for walks on the weekend was the only way they could really become sexually stimulated. They would screw each other outdoors wherever they went. Chelsea had been the instigator of it all Graham was quite happy to sit in front of the TV and watch other people do it instead.
On this particular day they had decided on a walk and a shag in the local woods, something they done many times before. They parked their car in the woodland picnic area and put on their walking boots. They walked for what must have been a mile into the adjacent woods, following the red signs that marked the longest trail. In their experience not many people chose the red path these days they were part of an unfit generation.
“Here,” Chelsea said excitedly, as they reached a likely spot. “It’s nice and soft in those ferns at the edge of the path.”
The weather had warmed up and the ground had lost its dew. They moved to the side of the path. Chelsea pushed Graham onto the ground. He fell with a slightly uncomfortable bump into a patch of long grass, crushing what appeared to be the last of the flowering bluebells.
“Lift it up,” he said, indicating Chelsea’s long, wavy skirt. She always wore such skirts so she could pull them up quickly, or spread them out to cover them when she got on top. Graham looked up at her, appreciating her beauty. Her face looked fresh, straight from a skin care advertisement. Her cheeks were ruddy, and her eyes and smile shone with absolute happiness. Chelsea didn’t have huge breasts at all, but the top she wore on this particular day made it look as though she had. It was of generally loose design, but tight across her abdomen and chest, pushing her breasts upwards. It reminded him of the kind of thing serving wenches wore in period dramas on the TV. When she wore it, all he wanted to do was squeeze her tits, pop them out of the top and give them a good licking.
Chelsea lifted her skirt high, raising it so that it covered her face. Graham gazed in awe at what he was presented with. She wore his favorite panties, and some black knee-length socks to match. The sight made his cock strain to get free. The black panties were high-waisted, and the words “Glamour Girl” were spelled out on them in glittery letters just over her moist little snatch. They hugged the curves of her prominent hips and were just tight enough around her pussy to outline her luscious-looking labia.
“Move closer,” said Graham. “Walk forward with your legs apart.”
She moved closer, staggering in the long grass with her legs open. “What are you doing?” she giggled, unable to see with her skirt still over her face. Graham sat up straight and slid his hands up the back of her legs, cupping the lovely fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks. He shook them gently, savoring their fantastic softness. He gripped a cheek in each hand and pulled her quickly toward his face. She let go of her skirt in surprise, and it fell over his head. Underneath the skirt Graham went to work. He rubbed his nose and mouth around the front of her panties and took in a deep breath.
“You smell fantastic,” he said in a muffled voice.
“You feel fantastic,” she replied. He stroked the back of her legs, tickling her behind the knee, and slid his hands back to her ass. Then he hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and gently pulled at them as he went on licking at her pussy through the cloth. The panties were soaked, and his tongue was aching. Finally he pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, allowing him direct access to her juicy pussy. Chelsea gave a sharp gasp as Graham slid his tongue between her pussy lips and moved it up, discovering her clitoris. He flicked it very gently with his tongue, salivating as he did it and making her even wetter. Chelsea clamped her soft thighs around his head and squeezed.
Graham moved his whole head up and down now, licking her a little faster than before. His face rubbed roughly against her clit, giving her sensations he could only imagine. First his nose and then his bearded chin kept flicking into her pussy, making her shudder and moan, and all the time he was lapping at her like a dog at a water bowl.
Finally Chelsea moved away from him, her legs still trembling. Her skirt slid off his head, revealing his very wet face. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” he panted. “Come and get my cock out, baby.”
“I want to sit on it, baby,” she replied. “I need to come.” Graham fell onto his back and signaled for her to approach. She squatted over him and tussled with his zipper for a moment before finally releasing his cock. It sprang out like a dog with the scent of fox in its nose, twitching impatiently. Chelsea lowered herself onto it under the cover of her long skirt. Her panties were still pulled to one side, and Graham could feel the bunched-up material against his cock as she guided him inside her. She was soaking wet and very warm.
“Oh yeah! That’s good,” exclaimed Graham with a huge smile. “Make me come, baby.” Chelsea slid right down on his cock and just sat there for a little while, twitching her cunt muscles while feeling him inside her. She leaned forward and lay on top of him, forcing his cock to press hard against her clit. She put her arms around his back and tensed all the muscles in the lower half of her body, so that she was virtually rigid. With a moan, Graham gripped her ass cheeks and thrust himself up into her, piercing her deeply again and again with rapid movements, despite being partially restricted. Chelsea’s hands clawed at the long grass and weeds beneath him as she approached her orgasm. When she came she gripped him so hard that she almost lifted him from the ground.
“Jesus!” said Graham, out of breath. “You needed that!”
Chelsea gave a long sigh of contentment, and then giggled.
Graham suddenly looked startled. “Hey, I think there’s someone coming this way!” he told her.
Chelsea sat up quickly, with Graham still stiff inside her. Sure enough, there was a figure approaching through the trees a little further back along the trail they had been following.
“Don’t jump up now, they’ll suspect something,” Graham said.
“So what if they do?” replied Chelsea nonchalantly.
“Well you might not care, but I do! It would be very embarrassing, and you don’t know who it might be.”
“It better be the bloody Queen, interrupting us like this,” Chelsea said, and they both laughed, continuing to watch the figure as it drew closer to them.
Chelsea was still sitting on top of Graham, his hard cock twitching inside her. The two of them grinned at each other with every twitch. Chelsea picked one of the nearby bluebells and played with it, turning again to look at the approaching figure. It was hard to see the stranger’s face, as he or she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a little like Zorro’s”"at least that was the first thing that jumped into Graham’s mind. The figure was also wearing walking boots, jeans and a white jumper, in addition to the Zorro hat.
“Morning!” said a female voice as the figure approached them. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” She stopped on the path, and Graham began to panic. His dick went limp, almost falling out of Chelsea.
“Yeah, it’s great!” he replied nervously. All too aware that they could now be seen clearly, he went on talking. “We’re absolutely knackered,” he got out. “I don’t know why we come on these long walks.”
The female stranger came a little closer and eyed them both”"Graham lying on the ground, and Chelsea sitting on top of him with her skirt spread all over like a picnic blanket.
“You don’t know why? That’s odd. I do,” the stranger laughed. She raised her head, liberating her face from the shade of her hat like Clint Eastwood in one of his spaghetti westerns. She was quite beautiful, in a Streisandesque kind of way. Her large nose was offset by a pair of beautiful blue eyes and a wide, inviting mouth. She grinned at them both as she continued to take in their interesting position. “If I asked you both to get up, would you do it?” she asked teasingly.
Graham smiled nervously, without answering. “Well,” he said, “don’t let us keep you from your walk. We’ll just rest up a little more, I think.”
“Well, I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” said the stranger, seeming slightly offended now.
“No, I’m sorry,” Chelsea piped up, shooting Graham an evil glance. “My husband didn’t mean to sound so rude, I’m sure.”
“I really don’t want to . . .” the stranger began, but Chelsea interrupted her.
“We’ve never seen you here before,” she said in a friendly voice. “And we come here quite a lot.” Graham rolled his eyes and lowered his head onto the grass.
“Well, I come almost every morning, and I’ve seen you two many times,” said the stranger, winking at Graham. “In fact, I’ve often thought about joining you, to be honest. What do you think?”
“I . . . um . . . what?” stuttered Graham. Looking bemusedly at Chelsea, he noticed a little glimmer in her eye. She grinned at him, then looked at the stranger in a way she usually reserved for him alone. He could hardly believe his eyes.
As his startled gaze moved between the stranger and his wife, he felt himself twitch back to attention inside Chelsea. She looked at him in a knowing way, and squirmed a little.
“Are we actually doing this?” she asked him.
Without allowing himself to think, he replied, “Yeah, I guess we are.”
They looked deeply into each other’s eyes as they began to screw again, Chelsea rocking and rubbing herself against Graham’s groin.
“Oh, I see that I really have interrupted something,” the stranger laughed. “Should I go?” But she didn’t. Instead she took off her hat, allowing her hair to fall free like a cascade of shining golden water. Graham grunted as he gazed at her while thrusting hard into his wife. Chelsea’s pussy was soaking wet, so much so that it made audible squelching sounds as she moved up and down. As the stranger came closer, he reached out his hand to stroke her leg.
Standing over them, the stranger unbuttoned her tight jeans. She then kicked off her walking boots and slid her jeans down easily past her knees, stepping out of them with only a little hassle. She smiled at Chelsea, who was now staring in awe at this magnificent specimen of a woman standing partially naked in front of her. She stopped rocking on Graham’s cock and, as her husband had, reached out to touch their new friend. The stranger stepped back a little. “Just wait a moment,” she said teasingly.
“Oh man, this is too good!” Graham panted. The stranger lifted the loose woolen jumper that came down to just below her ass, revealing a shiny golden thong. She turned around and bent over a little, glancing over her shoulder at her new audience.
Graham began to move inside Chelsea again. It was as though he had his very own private strip show while he screwed his wife. The stranger turned around again and pulled the jumper off, uncovering a fantastic body with large, beautiful tits. She was naked now except for a pair of black knee-high socks, like Chelsea’s. Graham’s cock hardened even more, straining inside his wife’s wet pussy like a jimmy bar trying to force a door frame.
The stranger now moved closer again and stood with spread legs, inviting him, more with her body language than with words, to run his hands up her legs and feel in between them. He did just that, feeling the wetness of her pussy on his fingers. The stranger then bent forward over them, cupping her lovely tits in her hands, shaking them for the couple’s entertainment. Chelsea reached out and stroked them as though she were petting an overweight puppy, and the stranger gave a little moan and brought one of those magnificent tits to Chelsea’s mouth. Chelsea sucked and licked the nipple eagerly and hard. Graham slid three fingers into the stranger’s wet pussy, making her moan more loudly. He thrust them in and out of her, pulling out after every few strokes to circle her swollen clitoris as her body quivered with pleasure.
“I want you to lick her,” said Graham to Chelsea, looking deeply into his wife’s eyes. “Lay her down here and lick her sweet pussy.”
“Yes, please,” panted the stranger, eagerly dropping to the ground and spreading herself out, while Chelsea disengaged herself from him, swung herself off his body and crawled between the other woman’s legs. He laughed under his breath as he watched the two of them arrange themselves, thinking that if he had stopped this stranger in the street and asked for something as simple as the time, he would probably have received an abrupt and quite possibly unfriendly reply, whereas in this circumstance he could easily ask this same person to lie down and let his wife lick her pussy, while he did all manner of obscene things to her. It was amazing.
The stranger was lying on her back now, with Chelsea lapping away at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of cream. She closed her eyes and moved her hips gently in time with her new lover’s ministrations. Graham stroked his cock, watching his wife’s head dip and rise as she licked at this strange woman’s pussy. He loved the way the stranger folded her arms underneath her big tits, making a pillow of trembling flesh out of them as they wobbled around.
Graham now straddled the top half of the stranger’s body, allowing his twitching cock to hover over her face. She had her eyes closed, but opened them in surprise when she felt him nudging at her wide, inviting mouth with the head of his dick. But she only smiled and opened up for him.
Graham moved slowly in and out of her wet open mouth. She clamped her lips tight around his shaft, making him gasp, and as he continued to push in and out, she circled his cockhead with her tongue. Just as he was nearly ready to shoot, he felt the stranger beginning to shudder with climax. He leaned forward and thrust his cock, hard into her mouth, nearly making her gag. He turned quickly to look at Chelsea. She had the strangers ass cheeks clamped firmly in her hands as she chomped at the woman’s pussy like a dog with a toy bear. For a moment Graham worried that they might be treating her too roughly, until he heard the moans of climactic pleasure coming from beneath him. The stranger’s body stiffened as she gave a muffled cry around his cock, and then went limp.
Graham pulled his cock from her mouth and rested it between her huge wobbling tits. He shook them gently with one hand as he considered where he wanted to shoot his load. At that point Chelsea came up for air and stroked his back.
“Did you come, baby?” she asked.
“I want to come on you both. Get on your knees,” he ordered her, and Chelsea obeyed without question.
“Oh, I see that you people have done this before,” said the stranger, smiling. She pulled herself up and got onto her knees also, kneeling next to Chelsea. “Let me have it, big boy!”
Chelsea smiled back at the stranger. Graham looked in awe at the two of them wriggling on their knees in front of him, completely naked except for those tight black knee-length socks. The stranger’s tits heaved back and forth with her heavy breathing, while Chelsea’s small breasts trembled with the anticipation of what was to come she had indeed done this before. Graham moaned loudly as he jerked at his cock, while the two women stroked his legs and balls and tickled the space between his cock and his asshole.
Suddenly the stranger flicked the end of his prick with her forefinger, which made Graham spasm forward, almost losing his balance. She then grabbed the back of Chelsea’s head and pushed her face toward Graham’s cock, bringing a muffled cry from her as her mouth took him in. The stranger then reached around Graham to find his asshole, gently working her finger in as deeply as she could, searching for his prostate. When she hit the spot Graham thrust forward again, impaling Chelsea’s throat on his cock. She pulled back quickly, leaving a film of saliva all over it. The stranger quickly pulled her finger from his ass and grabbed the twitching pole. He gasped as she stroked it a couple of times, then pointed it down toward her tits.
Both women looked up at him with smiles on their faces as he exploded, squirting first the stranger’s tits and then Chelsea’s with his sticky load. One shot landed on the stranger’s chin, and Chelsea grinned up at Graham before leaning over to lick it off, after which the women shared a long open-mouthed kiss. Then all three of them fell in a heap, enjoying the feel of the warm sunshine on their naked skin.”