The winter is so long and dreary that I really love the outdoors once the temperature rises enough that I can get outside during my days. It's not as if I didn't have enough to fill my days inside, what with my research and writing. I'm an author by trade, you see, having been successfully published a lucky 13 times so far. So I kind of set my own work schedule and sometimes, like early spring when it is warm enough to get out, the schedule is really flexible.
Some days I just walk around the neighborhood, since it is a relatively quiet and spacious place. Sometimes I pass other people doing the same thing but usually we're so far apart we don't even see each other.
At other times, I'll drive to one of three parks that surround the area where I live. Those parks all contain a lot of green areas, lots of trees, and some walking trails along with the requisite playground and picnic areas.
This week, the last full week in April, had been a great one weather-wise. By early afternoon, the temperatures had been warm enough that short-sleeve shirts and walking shorts felt great, even if the mornings and evenings were still a little cool for that kind of attire. Monday and Wednesday I visited a different one of the parks each afternoon. Tuesday and Thursday I walked in my neighborhood. Now on Friday, I go to visit the third park and love the smell of fresh spring air.
Although the walking trail is not all that long — probably about one-point-eight miles in total — I had made two rounds of it by the time I decided to take a rest. The beginnings of arthritis in my left knee has taken its toll. I was walking, at a doctor's suggestion, to try to hold off on the effects of the disease for as long as possible.
I sat down at one of the picnic tables, my back to the table and arms supporting me as I leaned back and sucked in the clean air. Okay, maybe it wasn't like being out in the countryside but it was clean as city air goes. I glanced around, amused that there weren't more people using the facilities. Probably there were not more than a dozen people in the park altogether.
With school still in, older kids were still indoors. I supposed it was still a little cool for most of the smaller kids, although I had seen a couple of moms pushing strollers on the path earlier. Now there was not a single person, other than me, in the picnic area, and no one at all in the adjacent playground.
No, that's not true. There was a woman on the swings. I looked closely, because she seemed to be a little old for the kind of playground equipment users one normally found there. Interesting. She seemed to be... oh, probably 50, give or take a few years. She was what is referred to as a big beautiful woman, carrying a little extra weight, although I've never found that to be much of a deterrent in thinking of a woman as attractive.
The woman seemed to be lost in thought, just twisting a little in the swing while she looked at the ground toward her feet. Then she looked up and seemed to catch me staring at her. She smiled. I returned the smile.
She glanced around, as if looking for someone. Then she looked back at me, her face still wreathed in a smile. Her arms, around the chains holding the swing seat, lifted until her hands touched her breasts. I hadn't noticed until then but they were large, filling a big space in her blouse. Then in one swift move, her hands pulled her top, a red blouse with small shoulder straps, up under her armpits, leaving her creamy white tits exposed to the bright sun... and my eyes.
She massaged her big hooters as if they had been tightly confined, even though she had not been wearing a bra. Her thumbs and forefingers closed over her pink nipples and she pulled the little nubbins away from her body. When she let go, her eyes were on my face. My mouth felt suddenly dry and I licked my lips.
Again the woman looked around the area. Satisfied that we were alone, she reached for the hem of her denim skirt. She pulled it up, spreading her knees, until the sunlight bathed her lower body and thighs. The dark line of the slit between her puffy pink pussy lips was unmistakeable, not even covered by any visible hair, let alone panties.
With a quick look around the park myself, I got up and stumbled quickly toward the swing set. The closer I got, the more she spread her legs until I dropped to my knees between her legs. Holding the chains with both hands, she leaned back and lifted her legs to my shoulders. I grabbed her ass and held her to my eager mouth.
She was soft and wet and fragrant, the smell of her pussy like the sweetest flowers I could imagine. The taste of her sticky clear juices was better than any dessert I could describe. Yes, I managed to get a little pussy now and then but this tasted better than any I could remember.
Knowing that we were exposed and liable to be discovered at any time, I sank my tongue into her slit and began to eat with abandon. I lapped and licked and sucked and nursed all around her opening until I could find no more juices, then I delved into her inner opening. Stabbing my tongue as deeply as possible, I swabbed all around, gathering her sweet nectar. Finally spotting her swollen clitoris, I sucked the nice sized button into my mouth and began to tease it with my tongue. In just moments, she exploded like a rocket, clamping her thighs around my head like a vise as her pussy shook through her pleasure. She would have suffocated me except for an airway my probing fingers held for my trapped nose.
Once she'd had a few moments to recover, the woman dropped her feet back to the ground and heaved herself out of the swing. Taking my hand, she pulled me over to the picnic table I had occupied earlier. She lay down on the bench and lifted one leg to the table, leaving her pussy open for my imagination.
"Come on, honey. Hurry up. I want you to fuck me and we don't want to get caught."
Verifying again that we were still alone, I straddled the bench below her, unzipped my shorts and pulled out my raging, throbbing hard-on. I scooted closer until I could swipe the head up and down her slit, gathering her moisture for lubrication. I lifted her outside leg to my shoulder and pushed forward until I was engulfed in her hot twat. Man, I couldn't remember ever feeling a pussy so hot, so wet, so slick, so velvety.
She had resumed playing with her own tits while I started to fuck her. It wasn't an ideal position because I couldn't get a lot of movement but at least it let me survey the park while I moved two or three inches in and out of her. It also let me work the flat of one hand around her abdomen and tease her clit with my thumb. With all that stimulation, it didn't take me long to cum, shooting a huge load of sticky white sperm into her cunt. I guess the combination worked for her too because she came again as my orgasm was winding down.
I was sitting there with my eyes closed, leaning forward against the woman's bare legs, when I heard, "Well, well, look what we have here."
I jerked upward and tried to stand. I don't know when but the woman had wrapped both legs around my waist and locked her ankles together behind my back. Struggle as I might, I couldn't get up. She was holding me tightly and straining to make sure I couldn't leave.
I looked toward the voice to see a big man, probably four or five inches over six feet tall and I would guess a few years older than the woman. He had somehow sneaked up on us and was squatting just a couple feet out of reach to our side. The camera he carried strapped around his neck caught my attention.
"What... what do you want?" I croaked.
"Not much, fella. You know that's my wife you're fucking, don't you?"
Oh, my gosh! Caught by an outraged husband.
Only he didn't look outraged. He nodded to the place where my crotch was still pressed so tightly to her core that my flaccid cock had not been able to slide out of her pussy. Not that it could have actually done anything.
"Did you enjoy her?"
"Hey, don't be shy. Did you enjoy fucking her?"
"Good. Now here's the deal, see. I've been sitting over there behind that little utility building. With my telephoto lens, I've got some great pictures of you eating her pussy and then fucking her. I'm not sure who you are... yet... but I've got pictures of your car and license plate so the police can figure it out if we need them to. We're hoping that won't be necessary."
"What do you want? Money?"
He laughed. "No, no, we're not looking for any of your money. We do okay in that department. What we need is a stud we can count on. My wife needs to be fucked regularly. I used to handle that little chore for her quite well and quite often. However I've had a little illness in the last few years and... well, I'm sure you can appreciate what it would be like not to be able to perform anymore."
He hesitated so I bobbed my head in agreement.
"Now I can still get her off quite nicely with my tongue but... oh, you know how it is. It's just not the same as a big cock. And that I can't do. So... what we need is... we want to borrow yours. Let's say... every other night. For the foreseeable future. All you have to do is fuck my wife until she's satisfied and nobody but us ever sees these pictures."
"You... want me... to fuck your wife? Every other day?"
"Yep. If you don't, we'll charge you with rape. I think we've got a good case, don't you?"
"Now Angel likes the outdoors so as often as possible, we want you to fuck her outdoors. We don't want you to get caught but you have to take the chance, right?"
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