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The Great Outdoors
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THE GREAT OUTDOORS
My wife is a stunning creature as far as I'm concerned. Wanda is 5'2" in
her bare feet and she has shoulder length blonde hair, a near perfect set of
knockers and legs that are a knockout. At the beach in the summer she has
just about every guy who isn't queer gaping at her. You can actually see the
bulges in their swim suits.
The reason I mention the shore, is because Wanda and I are lovers of the
great outdoors. The truth is, every opportunity we get we head for the
mountains to get away from it all. Wanda works for a large publishing house
where the pressure is always on, and I am an accountant and have to look over
columns and columns of figures all day long.
There is something extra special about making love on the sand or in the
grass. To know that you can be caught at any moment, is a particular turnon.
Several times, Wanda and I have looked up expecting to see only the sky.
Instead of the heavens and the clouds we will see a strange face peering down
at us.
Instead of getting up we just go on doing what we were doing before we
were discovered. Both Wanda and I admit to being exhibitionists and it doesn't
worry us or cramp our style knowing that we aren't alone. On the beach one
day, we had wandered off to what was a secluded spot. Amidst the dunes we
shed our swim suits and began to hug and pet like newlyweds. Wanda tells me
she particularly likes to feel the sand scrape against her ass as I fuck her in
as they would go. I was applying a good deal of force as I was especially
horny that day--maybe because of the heat--and felt like I could fuck all
afternoon.
With the heat beating down on my back I plowed my ole lady into the sand.
I even imagined the hot, white substance getting into her tight crack and
making her feel uncomfortable. From the way she was thrashing about on the
sand, it was obvious that the effect she was undergoing was rather a rough one.
Suddenly, over my shoulder I heard a rustling. I was aware of eyes spying
on us and I was about ready to stop fucking and see who it was that interrupted
us. However, Wanda pulled my face down to hers and whispered in my ears for
me to go on, to pay no mind to our uninvited visitor. "If he wants to watch,
that's his business. Maybe he'll get off on it!"
You can imagine my surprise when I let go my stream of semen and looked
behind me. What we thought was a lone man was in reality three well built
life guards. Two of them were real studs, while the third was a lovely young
lady.
Sex outdoors is terrific, especially when you're being watched.
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