I give randy missus a porking in the park
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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.
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.
WHY worry? Either front it up and stroll in the pub like nothing happened. Or find a new local.