I give randy mis­sus a pork­ing in the park

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Dear Sam,

I WAS in­spired to try a shag­ging ses­sion with the mis­sus in our lo­cal park a few months ago af­ter read­ing about the fun and games that glam­our girls get up to in your news­pa­per. They all seem to get off on hav­ing sex in pub­lic places and I thought my lovely wife might en­joy it, too. We’re both in our 40s and our chil­dren have grown up and moved out, which means we’re free to ex­per­i­ment. When I men­tioned do­ing it in the park she was a lit­tle hes­i­tant at first but soon got into the idea.

Soak­ing

She’s re­cently shaved off her blonde un­der­beard and, to get us in the mood, she tried on dif­fer­ent pairs of sexy knick­ers.

While she was do­ing this I had a quick tug and shot my load all over her bare bum.

She didn’t mind and even­tu­ally she set­tled on a pair of thigh-high black boots with a loose knee-length skirt and over­coat – and no un­der­wear at all!

It was just go­ing dark and we passed quite a few peo­ple on the walk to the park.

I sneaked my hand up my wife’s skirt and, judg­ing by her soak­ing fanny, she was as turned on as I was.

When we got to the park I sat on one of the swings and my wife got down on her knees and gave me a blowjob.

Then she low­ered her skirt and strad­dled me on the swing – and we man­aged to get a rhythm go­ing as we swung back and forth.

Over her shoul­der I caught sight of a young wo­man stand­ing un­der a tree watch­ing us.

So I pulled my wife’s arse-cheeks as wide apart as I could to give her a bet­ter view of my big fat cock slip­ping in and out of her.

To my sur­prise the wo­man hitched up her own skirt and got her hand in her knick­ers.

I was so turned on by this I quickly spent my load deep into my wife’s drip­ping c**t.

That’s when my wife also spot­ted the young wo­man and de­cided to give her a real show by bend­ing over the slide and fin­ger­ing her­self.

I thought she’d stop when the wo­man came over, but in­stead she told her to get her tongue in her slit.

It was a fan­tas­tic sight, but when I took a closer look at the young wo­man’s face I re­alised it was a bar­maid from the lo­cal! I’ve not been in the pub since then.

AL, Glouces­ter­shire

Sam says…

WHY worry? Ei­ther front it up and stroll in the pub like noth­ing hap­pened. Or find a new lo­cal.

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