My husband and I had been married about 16 years at the time; now its been almost 30. Our daughter moved out, and we discovered each other like never before. We started going out and having a blast and opening up more sexually.
I was always up for sex before, but we never talked dirty or kinky. But one night, we just did, and it started our passion like never before. We were like teenagers!
We would go to a popular country bar then come home and rip each other’s clothes off. Sometimes I’d even give him a blow job on the way home from the bar. We were just on fire for each other, rediscovering our passionate love life.
But then he kept trying to talk me into having sex outside somewhere, like a park. It made it hotter, thinking someone could catch us. Besides, we both love the outdoors, and fall in Ohio is particularly beautiful.
One Sunday, he said, “Put your sweatpants on, baby. I know, not very romantic. But it will be easy-access and fast to pull up if someone happens to see us.”
Of course, I agreed. Excited, we headed out, not really knowing where we were going. We have so many parks in our area. We had picked a good time: Sunday during football season. I absolutely love football, but I love my hubby more.
No cars at all were in the lot at the first park. Great! We started walking down the steps that led to the river, both pretty excited by this point. Halfway down the steps, we stopped to kiss. He then started to play around with my large breasts — I hadn’t worn a bra.
All of a sudden, I looked up and saw a dog. Oh no! I straightened my shirt as we quickly sat down. Then the dog’s owner appeared. Luckily, she saw nothing, but we knew it was time to head out. You have no idea how close I had gotten to pulling out my husband’s hard cock. Whew!
We decided to head to another park up the road. It overlooked a cliff above the river and had a trail through the woods with benches scattered along it. Again no cars were there at all when we arrived. This was it! We had the gorgeous scene all to ourselves. The light fall breeze stirred the red and orange leaves that had gathered beneath the trees. We took a seat on a bench at the end of the trail.
Next thing I knew, my husband stood up and said, “Let’s get these sweats down, babe.” Sometimes it takes me a bit to have an orgasm. (Yes, ladies and gentlemen, not all women cum easily or two or more times.) But this time, I was so turned on with our situation that it didn’t take me long to have a mindblowing orgasm. And after I cum, nothing feels better than my husband’s cock sliding in. Best. Feeling. Ever.
I was still quivering when he had me get on the bench and bend over it. Oh, so hot! It was intense; anyone could have walked down that path. But at that point, neither of us cared. My hubby also orgasmed pretty fast, then we pulled up our sweats and off we went.
When we got back to where the trail began, we saw another couple entering the woods on the path. We all just looked at each other and grinned. We knew what they were up to!
I have many more outdoor stories: rain, snow, etc. Maybe I’ll write another soon.
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