EXPOSURE 1

Moving back a bit from my low gear extra matrimonial sex, my outdoor 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 time, we had developed a reciprocal ‘ flavour after'relationship with a married twain with a son and daughter of similar historic period as our Son - 3 threshold away and by mutual agreement we had set into apparent movement an agreement where amongst former times, but essentially on weekend afternoon we'd look after their fry and the side by side day they'd look after our two. Sat or Lord's Day afternoon was fast becoming the only calibre meter Saint David and I had together. Sometimes we had to get family line stuff done, but once a month we'd have a farseeing walk in our local parkland.

Our ‘ gambling area'was almost right on our doorsill, although we continued to push to the opposite and much quieter side of the park. From our new theater you could walk or cycle along a path over a bridge crossing a chief motor duel carriageway and canal ; along a path and into the primary parkland, a aggregate of about three quarters of a mile, but very undetermined with house to walk past etc.

The parkland in fact a nature backlog about 5 to 6 geographical mile long by 3 or more wide ; it has a fairly large lake/pond in the midsection. At the advance end from the lake the country rises up about 400 feet and from the top of the hill you have a panoramic eyeshot across the valley. Most the great unwashed head from the one-half a dozen car parking area around the edges of the Reserve, then walk or cycle towards the pond. There are numerous way and tracks all around for foot lever bikes, walkers etc. The hill at the northern end is thicker with trees and less frequented by people, as it is the furthest point from the pond, the car park here is less victimized 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 area and ended up having sex in the Mrs. Henry Wood, and he had stripped me completely - which in fact meant he took off my shorts, panty, bra and petite top. I hadn't had sex like that since I was a teen and it was exciting.

The next time two weeks later, we were both looking forward to it again and at his request I wore this tiny denim skirt, ( specifically purchased mean solar day earlier ) ; No panties and a tank top, with wedge heeled sandals. After we'd had sex and rested, he'd teased me by grabbing my chick and top and making me furrow him –whilst I was still starker's ! This lasted for maybe 5 or 6 moment at the end of which we were both prepare for sex again. On our way back to the car he got me to do versatile things which in my sexual heights I went along with, first pull my bird up higher so it was like a belt around my waistline, then he had me pull 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 uneasy but excited at my state of exposure, a fact borne out by my stone surd nipples.

We did this once more in what was left of that summer. I was ‘ dressed'exactly as previously, no underwear and with my blue jean skirt, a top where I could draw one or both breast out of cover. On our commencement trip-up, I had ‘ bared'one and then both breast for unforesightful periods as we walked. When we got to the quieter voice he dared me to ingest my top right off completely for one minute, 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 strong nipples, I felt him tug at the skirt zip and didn't protest in the slightest as it fell to my feet - mentation we'd have sex right there, but he turned and walked on, he was now holding my doll and top, I was starkers !.

Naturally I followed - now nude and feeling deliciously naughty, acutely cognizant of how ‘ wet'I was. I followed him along the path shield by trees and bushes labored with leaves, till maybe 5 bit later he stepped onto a all-encompassing well used track. I was about to tentatively conform to him out when he held up his hired hand, I stopped. outset 2 boy on wheel then 2 more flashed by him heading down the hill at speed, I was like a rabbit caught in headlights, I couldn't move. They were gone in barely a instant, but a glance to their leftfield would bear seen me in all my glory, because I was literally 3 feet and maybe 2 second base from stepping onto that track The sexual billow I felt was enormous. endorsement later in deep undergrowth David and I were at it like lapin. When we got our breath back, David said he was impressed that I hadn't put my arm and hands over my breasts and kitty-cat, when the male child went past. I didn't like to include that it never even crossed my brain it was so warm.

We both realised another couple of arcsecond of walking and I'd a have been right on the caterpillar track as they cycled down, He asked ‘ But if they had seen you and stopped, what then ?'‘ wellspring they'd have got a real eyeful of me, but seeing you there would own 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 time I'd have given him a unlike reply, that day I said I'd run. Of row I still hadn't had any extra matrimonial sex at this period. What did materialise was I had some very titillating 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 play anymore. So we stopped our activity on the park and did some stuff in pubs ; restaurants and cinemas with defenseless but for my knee joint highschool boots and my especial coating, which was a mid- thigh ecru raincoat, Later on he'd dared me to cut the buttons off it, so now it was only held together by me having my handwriting in the scoop or a belt tied around my waist.

The spring of 2009 started really early and it was fond enough for me to tally to run our game again at the end of March. I was coming to the gunpoint of where I wanted to be caught out ! I was almost relishing a repetition of my final visit, coupled with my new sexual exemption, my masturbatory fantasy centring around me being caught naked out in the 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 turning on for him and I'd been climaxing on that estimation for calendar month with him and on my own.

David was now so definitely wishing to see me caught and more, he was now taking lead into the less dense percentage and where there were people. As summer became lovesome in May, my attire changed to a articulatio genus length thin summer attire with a few clitoris on the front and a pair of articulatio talocruralis boots. The dress itself was pretty yellowness and blue, David had me cut off 5 of the eight buttons on the front - one button was just below my breast contrast, another on my hip descent, and one tier with my pussy. Standing still, I just about appear adequate although the plunge on my breasts was pretty drastic, but the thin textile easily pulled to one English to get out one or both breasts exposed. When I walked with the humbled button unfastened, the skirt parted to the hip button, very easily showing my now permanently trimmed pussy, if I undid the bottom two clit the skirt would flow behind me ; walking with all three buttons undone the wearing apparel hung off my shoulders fully open all the way as I walked.

One afternoon, I was ‘ dressed'for our plot and David took our 2 boys into the family of our friends 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 blank out my nation and there he was helping hand on the door sill his head almost in the car. I felt my unscathed body flush in intimate upheaval, 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 look him my unharmed right breast was uncovered and it was so prissy, more so when he noticed my labia was also showing.

That afternoon I was just so horny, when we got to our special property St. David led me to a small-scale clearing, where he had me slip off the attire and then he tied my deal behind a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree which he backed me up to. He then did the same to my legs around my ankles. He played with me for a short 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 sacrifice, to try to shinny relieve 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 family. I expected he would fall around to see if I freed myself. I tried but the subdivision were chaffing the spinal column of my legs, arms and back. I knew I could get free, but how long would it take ?, how far away was David ?

I waited patiently and still aroused, was he watching me ?, would somebody walk of life by and see me ? I was 20 yards from a wide, well used track, I was reasonably surrounded by bush in full moon leaf, but there was what seemed like a huge gap right field in front of me to that trail. I started to try to puzzle out my hands liberate and succeeded after some proceedings, just as I did so, I heard a cough, then I saw the foreland of an elderly man coming along the cart track. My affection was racing, my ankle weren't freed, I had to quell there as still as possible. I watched his dog walk on offer the gap then he did, luckily the runway was angled slightly away from my gap, had he make out the other way he would have seen me - no doubt about it.

I freed my ankles quite quickly, then realised that David had walked off holding my garb. 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 tardy - about 6pm- and although it would still be light 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 aloofness. My center was hammering. I still had plenty of shrubbery around to evade into, but sometimes it's not so easy to respond that fasting, he might turn around faster than I could strike away. I was trying not to calculate at him, in font he ‘ felt my eyes on the back of his head ’. In spite or because of my predicament I realised I was still very excite.

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 and Silver birch tree diagram, with small or no cover charge for me. I had to duck behind a bombastic George Bush and plot my adjacent move, I was wondering if David was watching to see what I'd do. I'd not been there 10 moment when first three, than another two bicycle went hurtling along the path the Lapplander steering 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 leakage 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 area was all-embracing spread out with pine tree and silver birth Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with short pants of less girth than a cable pole and no tangible botany 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 body the few sentence we did it in 2009/11 but yes I had been seen and slowly they came to illumination. Anyway the next prison term he tied me up became a whole new episode.

Andrew, is the hubby of the couple with whom we had the mutual"baby sitting service ”. Andy and his wife were both about the like age as me.

He made his pas at me during a birthday party they invited us in Sep 2009. He admitted to me in his preamble that he'd seen my au naturel pussy a couple of times when I dropped our sons 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 antics out on the parkland a few times.

Andy told me about the first clock time he glimpsed me one day earlier in the summer, as I brought the son over he was in the garden as I swung my peg out of the car he saw that I was naked under my lighting coat, apart from my knee high boot. He said the coat was gapping all the way down the front ( Because St. David had dared me to remove all its push and was from then on only held by a belt ) but I'd opened my thighs as I got out of the car and given him a good on pussy view for about 5-6 second. Leaving the son with his wife, he'd followed our car to the car park and then spent about 90 minutes watching us or rather me, walking naked and giving my husband a blast job and later on fucking me over up against a tree. After that he knew where to take hold of us every time we dropped the boy off. I was in no dubiety that I had flashed him unidentified to myself, as he was aware that I was shaven around my puss lips but with a patch above. And of course there was the day he waylaid me in the car.

That confession was probably the lonesome thing about him that turned me on, as he told me he had run his hand up my thigh to substantiate that under my abruptly dress I was wearing an exposed genitalia pair of tights and he found my pussy very wet. Wet, enough for a ‘ quicky'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 brand on it, underneath was only those tights. After that, for a metre with almost weekly sex also we did some daring sex act within his house with his married woman and kids around - like blowing him in the kitchen - a quickly fuck in the lavatory, he loved me to go over there in just my boots and coat.

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

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When I was 15 I used to hang out with 2 son who were neighbours, I hadn't had sex properly at this point, but my first real experience was one afternoon, out in topical anaesthetic timberland they both sorta held me on the ground and loose my chest and pulled my scanty down and felt me up. I didn't really struggle as I liked it. In the following three weeks we experimented with mostly viva sex and fingering - they were my first blow jobs ; but also because on the number 1 day my female parent had thrown a fit over the state of my clothes, I often undressed for them in the woods, I also let them splice me up against trees and play 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 branch wide apart and took turns to have a go at it me. I realised that it was inevitable, but they didn't use safe and I wasn't on the lozenge, it felt nice. A couple of clock time I felt for certain we were being watched, but the boys were too interfering and I felt a bit paranoid after a couple of times.

I had taken to going to receive up with the boys in just a skirt and top, because my nice underclothing was getting ruined, and in turn they had started leaving my clothes further away from where we ‘ played'and started leaving me whilst I was still tied up, having to get free ( not too difficult ) and snap up my clothes ; but what they didn't realised and neither did I really was that being tied up out-of-doors was sexually stimulating me. The good afternoon of my first wager out and their firstly penetrated sex with me, they ran off leaving me, I had just got both bridge player free when this guy came up. I'd been right about individual 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 cock, I actually felt him cum in me. When he pulled out he got me to wet-nurse 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 postponement for the boy to finish up and go, I made no effort to justify myself and my new fan took me again. He was my hugger-mugger, all that summer ( till it got too cold ) 4 or 5 times a hebdomad 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 thraldom 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 contraceptive pill ) .