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Written: 16 May 2019
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Public Sex
Story Code: M/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Force, Simulated Rape, Impregnation, Unfaithful Wife It all started a month ago, we were walking from our village to my husband, John's, parent's house for Sunday lunch. Our villages were separated by a country park, in the summer it was a pleasant two mile walk that took around forty minutes. About half way along our walk, John spotted something that roused his suspicion. He stopped and looked at a well trodden path through course grass that was left uncut for the wild meadow flowers to seed each year. The path headed off to a small wood that was on top of a disused railway cutting called The Holt. John pulled me along the path to see why so many people had taken it recently while in the past, we'd never seen any kind of foot traffic across that meadow. The wooded area had been fenced off since the nineteenth century when the railway cut through the side of the local hill to connect a lime stone quarry on the edge of our village and a coal field two miles further on, with the steel foundries in Birmingham where lime and coal was used to help smelt iron into steel. One stretch of the barbed wire fence was now down and that was the point that the footpath headed for. I just assumed that now the fence was down, people were taking a short cut from the main park to the car park on Holt Road instead of walking all the way around the cutting to the bridge from the park, over the old railway line and down to what had been the goods yard and car park. John stopped and pulled me behind a tree, he'd spotted something that he didn't want to startle. The railway cutting was a natural conduit for wildlife as it was fenced off from humans and we often had deer foraging for food along the old track bed. We had a sightline down onto where the old track had been, I'd expected to see deer but instead I saw two people in an area that was usually free from any human activity. I recognised Paul Gamble first, Paul lived two streets away from us in our village and he had a woman in a dress, bent over in front of him and it was obvious that he was fucking her from behind. As soon as I realised that we were watching one of our neighbours fucking a woman that wasn't his wife, I started pulling John away from the cutting, trying to get him back out onto the park but he resisted me. Suddenly another man appeared along the track bed from the direction of Holt Road car park. The man greeted Paul by name but he wasn't a local man, he started unzipping his own trousers. Paul turned the woman and I recognised her too, she was Angela Whitefield, a lot closer to home than Paul Gamble, Angela lived just a few houses away from us on the same street. John was obviously extremely turned on by what he was seeing, now there were two men fucking Angela, one in her pussy and the other fucking her mouth. John pushed me against the tree that we were hiding behind and he started kissing me. I was okay until he started pushing the front of my t-shirt up, exposing my bra and trying to get his hands on my breasts. I pushed him off of me and pulled the front of my t-shirt back down. I gave John a dirty look but didn't say anything because I didn't want the ménage à trios going on in the cutting to know that we were there watching them. We continued our walk to John's parent's house in stony silence, I wasn't happy because John had tried to make love to me out in a public space and he wasn't happy with me because I'd rejected him. On Monday morning John sent me an email from work, there was no real message apart from 'Read this story!' I opened the file he'd sent me, it was about a woman who had sex with her husband in the back seat of a car in a public car park. It wasn't a long story, nothing unusual or outstanding happened, just a husband and wife having sex in the darkness in their car. Monday afternoon John sent me another file, another story, same message, 'Read this story!' The second story was a little longer than the first, another husband and wife having sex in a parked car only this time, they are doing it in the daylight. That night John asked me what I thought to the stories, I told him that I thought that they were very well written but that he knew that I wasn't really interested in reading pornography.
After dinner we watched TV, John managed to find a film to watch, it was made in the nineteen seventies when the censors didn't mind a little mild pornography in a film that didn't really have any need to depict sex for the story line. John managed to get himself worked up during the sex scene and he came to me, we kissed for a few minutes on the sofa as the couple on the screen danced around the prelude to the second sex scene of the film and by the time they got down to it again, John had my knickers around my left ankle and I was sitting on his knee, facing the TV, while he fucked me from below. John timed his own orgasm to coincide with the man on the screen, I'd had three or four orgasms in that time. John went to work again on Tuesday morning before I woke up, when I did wake, I found an email from my husband, another sex story, another married couple screwing, this time they were on a beach, screwing in sand dunes but this time, a stranger stumbled over them and watched as they finished off their fun. The couple had just been out walking on the beach, as it wasn't such a warm day they were fully dressed so there wasn't much for the stranger to see, he was in no doubt that the couple were fucking but he couldn't actually see any of the actual action. It reminded me of the scene in the railway cutting on Sunday afternoon...well, apart from the fact that Angela and Paul were standing up and as soon as the third party turned up he was welcomed into the party. I had a session at the library on Tuesday at eleven o'clock, an unemployed local woman needed to gain skill and a qualification in English and computing. I wasn't qualified to teach English but I could get her up to speed on a computer, enough so that she could take the CLAIT, Computer Literacy and Information Technology exam. It was a hard hour though, the girl was functionally illiterate as well as innumerate. When I got home, John had sent me another email, this time the story seemed to be a part two to the story that I'd read in the morning, a few months had passed and they had visited the beach often and in part two, they were wearing swimming costumes so there was a lot more for the stranger to see when he stumbled over them in the dunes. The man knelt by the woman's head and she gave him oral sex while her husband fucked her. It took me almost four hours to read the fourth story, the couple seemed to be having sex on average every ten minutes of elapsed reading time but in the story the sex took place over the course of a two week holiday and before they left their holiday hotel, they booked for the same two weeks the next year. I'd only just finished reading the story when John got home from work, tonight he'd brought home a DVD film, a series of fifteen minute videos filmed in various European countries with English subtitles. After dinner we settled down to watch the blue films, women picking men up in public places, a bus station, a train station and an airport. In each case, the woman picked up a total stranger and took them to her apartment for wild, no hold's barred sex for ten minutes each time, the final film the woman picked a man up on a train and took him to the toilet for sex. Just like Monday evening, as we watched the films on the TV, John made love to me and as the film star was fucking a stranger in the toilet of a train, John fucked me on the sofa again with my back to his chest as I was watching the sex on the TV screen. This time, after the film finished John took me to to bed and fucked all over again but in a more conventional way. On Wednesday, the stories were both about oral sex and the DVD that John brought home was all about oral sex as well. After the film finished John and I took a bath together and then went to bed. John asked me if we could do a 'Soixante neuf' position for a change. I was never overly keen on oral sex but I'd been immersed in oral sex fantasy fiction and films all day so I acquiesced to his request and discovered that, once the prospect of 'Dirty' parts of our bodies had been sorted out in the bath, I actually quite liked having my pussy licked out, sucking John's cock wasn't too bad either once I knew for sure that his cock was clean. Apart from the few occasions that I was out of the house doing voluntary work, almost all of my days for the rest of the month were taken up with reading erotic stories, watching erotic films or fucking with John. Over the course of a month, John and I had more sex than we'd had together over all the time that we'd known each other, breaking the usual theory that if a courting couple put a dried pea in a jar for every time they had sex before they married and took a pea out for every time they fucked after marriage, there would still be peas in the jar when they died.
By the end of the fourth week John took me out to the Holt Road car park at midnight and had sex in the back seat of the car but we remained fully dressed, he just took his cock out of his trousers and pulled my knickers to one side and as soon as another car pulled into the car park, John pulled out and we drove home. My first ever fuck outside our house, even when we were courting, we would only have sex in our parent's houses. On the following Monday I popped into town on the bus, I needed a few things from 'Bytes and PCs', the computer shop. Just little things, I didn't even need a shopping bag, everything fitted in my handbag...or rather shoulder bag. On the way home I got off the bus at the stop after John's parent's house and walked into the country park. At the top of the hill by the wooded railway cutting, the scar in the meadow leading to the broken section of fence was still well defined and I took it. I stood by the tree that John had kissed me while we were watching Angela Whitefield and Paul Gamble playing adulterers. I spotted Angela wearing a short summer dress. She was alone and she looked agitated, she was pacing up and down like a caged animal, there was the sound of a car out on the Holt Road car park. Angela walked to the edge of the woodland and looked out, she looked disappointed as she walked slowly back to the spot that I'd seen her having sex with Paul and the stranger. Angela looked very disappointed as she paced up and down in the small area that she thought was well out of sight. I heard voices to the north and the sound of a dog barking. I stepped back into the park and saw an elderly couple walking their dog, they were walking to the north, heading towards my village, I assumed that it had been them that had pulled into Holt Road car park, no wonder Angela looked disappointed. As I was back in the park and there was nothing to see in the railway cutting, I started to walk towards home but I didn't get very far, just as far as the footbridge over the disused railway line. The foot bridge had been altered since it was built, there were still stairs up from Holt Road but the stairs back down on the park side of the track had been removed and an extension had been added to the bridge at the level of the park. On the Holt Road side of the bridge, a 'zig-zag' ramp had been added for prams and wheelchairs to get into the park. There were only two cars in the car park, one I recognised was Angela Whitefield's and the other was an old Honda Accord, the kind of car often driven by elderly couples who owned a dog. As I'd started out walking home when I left the wood, I decided to carry on and walk home along the road. As I walked towards the entrance to the car park, a car pulled into the car park. I'd just walked past the gateway to the car park when the car returned, the driver must have seen me walking down the footpath from the bridge slowed down and the driver wound his window down and drove slowly at my side. "Hello darling, you out looking for a little fun?" I over reacted...I have to admit that...I bit his head off, I was so aggressive that he drove off at high speed. I stopped and admonished myself for over reacting, I think it was because of the way he'd approached me, I actually found it incredibly insulting. At the end of the Holt Road, the car turned to the north, heading for my village so I turned around and walked back to the footbridge. I was about in the middle of the bridge when I heard a car engine again, the same car was back, I instinctively looked towards the south to the railway cutting to see if Angela was at the edge of the wood but the parapet of the bridge was too high to see over. I walked quickly back to the tree with the view over the track bed. Angela was walking quickly back from the edge of the wood, she stopped in her chosen spot and the man that had spoken to me earlier just walked up to her, he didn't say a word, he just reached down, lifted the front of her dress above her hips. She wasn't wearing any knickers and she just opened her legs. He pushed his hand between Angela's legs and fingered her, as he was masturbating her, she kissed him and started opening his trousers. She pulled her hips away from his hand and squatted down in front of him, she started sucking his cock and still not a single word had been spoken. He had started out just standing there passively while she sucked his cock but then he gripped her head in both hands and started to fuck her mouth. "I almost didn't come back...I saw the story on the back of the toilet door in Wellingborough, spotted your registration number on your car and saw a woman just outside the car park and thought that she was you...God did she give me a mouthful. It took me a few minutes to remember that the story said that you were blond and the woman outside was a ginger...so I came back...and I'm glad I did!"
He gasped and suddenly jumped back, "God that was close..." Angela stood up, turned away from him and gripped her knees, he lifted the back of her dress and rammed his cock up her cunt from behind...at least I hoped he'd hit her cunt, the amount of force he'd put into the thrust, it could have caused serious damage if he'd hit the wrong hole. My mobile phone chose that moment to ring. I jumped away from the tree and ran for the park as I answered the call, the screen said that it was John. "Hi darling." "Hi...you sound a little breathless darling!" "Yes, I'm in the country park, I was watching Angela and some stranger fucking." "Oh, in that case I'm sorry I phoned...why don't you go back and watch them finish, ring me back when they've finished." "I'm sure that they heard the phone, I can't go back, I'm going home now." "Well, I'm really sorry about my timing, I was just ringing to tell you that I've found a film clip on line. It's a husband and wife role playing, she's very petite and dresses up like a schoolgirl and they play him picking her up and raping her...I thought you might like it. Any way, I'm sending it through on an email, I just wanted to warn you it was coming because it has a Russian address and I know that you won't usually open a Russian website." I thanked John and closed the call, I passed the elderly couple and their dog about half way home, they had turned and were heading back to the car park, we gave a perfunctory 'Good morning' nod as we passed each other on the path. My phone announced that an email had arrived but I didn't open it until I got home and I opened it on my pc. John was right, if I'd received the url without prior warning, I would have just deleted the email out of hand because of the 'Dot-ru' country indicator in the address. The video clip opened with the couple talking to the camera, obviously in Russian and also obviously, I couldn't understand a word of it. The wife held up a school uniform on a coat hanger and a wig that was already styled into braids. She kicked her husband and the camera man out of the bedroom while she changed. The next shot was filmed outside a school, the wife was slightly taller than the rest of the girls leaving school in a tidal wave of girls but only by an inch. The camera followed the flood of children and zoomed in on the wife, in close up I realised that she had plastered her face in foundation to make her look younger, there was a faint trace of light pink lipstick on her lips and her eyebrows had been darkened. As you would expect, the flood of girls started to dissipate as girls took different routes home. In the end the wife was walking with three other girls and talking to one girl as they walked. The camera pulled back and I saw the husband lean out of the window of the vehicle, he said something to the girl and she stopped walking, the other three continued on, the wife was gesticulating with her hands, obviously giving directions to somewhere. There was obviously a thank you from the husband and the girl walked away. The vehicle drove off and turned into the first side road. The cameraman went to the corner and filmed the wife walking alone now towards the corner. The husband suddenly jumped out, grabbed his wife and dragged her into the side street where the vehicle turned out to be a panel van with a dog cage in the back. The wife was thrown into the cage and the gate locked closed followed by the back doors of the van. I was actually ashamed to say that the scene was turning me on even more than watching Angela fucking a stranger in the railway cutting. And...even though I knew that it was a husband and wife playacting they were so good at it that I actually believed that it was a school girl being abducted. The next scene opened with the van pulling into a farmyard, the door at the rear of the van opened and the wife was screaming for help. The cage was unlocked and the wife dragged out, she was kicking and punching at her husband as he dragged her into a barn and raped her. I was totally convinced that the wife was a schoolgirl being raped, she was scratching at his face until he tied her hands together to stop her fighting back. The penetration scene was filmed in super close-up and as his cock rammed into her cunt, a ring of blood formed around his cock shaft and the wife screamed even louder than before. The only point of criticism that I could make was that there was a little roo much blood in the deflowering scene, it was more like 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' than a sex film.
The sex scene went on for twenty minutes, the wife was fucked every which-way and after the husband climaxed, he dragged his naked wife across the floor of the barn and threw her into another dog cage and locked the gate. The screen went black and what I took to be Russian for finish filled the screen...'KOHeu!'. I was about to close the video but I noticed that there was still some time to run on the film. Suddenly, the husband and wife were sitting together again and talking to the camera in Russian, his face was really scratched up and he lifted his trouser leg and showed the camera a massive bruise...he was obviously complaining that his wife had put a little too much realism into their role play. She stood up and lifted the side of her skirt, showing grasing all over her hip. Then she opened her legs and put her fingers into her cunt, she carefully removed a condom from her cunt that had been filled with red dye and had been tied at the neck. She placed the condom on the palm of her left hand and slapped her right hand down on top of it. The red dye splattered out all over her husband and her. I was totally turned on now and knew that John wouldn't be home for another five hours so I masturbated myself as I watched the video through again. When John got home from work I pounced on him and we fucked in the hallway, just in front of the front door. I had another lesson at the library on Tuesday morning with the woman trying to get her CLAIT qualification. I left home at ten o'clock and walked to the library, I recognised the car that drove past me on the main road through our village, the car that had pulled into the Holt Road car park and asked me if I was looking for fun. It went past me at about thirty miles an hour and he must have recognised me at the last moment because his stop lights went on after about two seconds when he was about one hundred feet away from me. It took him another fifty feet to come to a stop. The driver got out of his car and walked towards me, he offered me his right hand and apologised for what he'd said the previous day. "I'm sorry I over reacted but I felt quite insulted when you drove at my side talking to me through your window." "Again, I'm sorry for doing that, but did you like what you saw?" "What do you mean?" "When you were watching me and the woman that I thought you were yesterday..." I felt my face colour up, "...when your telephone rang, you moved really fast but I recognised your dress as you disappeared." I was shaking my head, trying to say that I wasn't watching him and Angela but I knew that I was busted, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you..." He stopped me, "That's okay, it's the reason that we screw out in the open like that...there is always a chance of someone catching us. I was hoping that you'd come back and watch us from up close or even to join in with us...mind you, that Annie woman would have been pissed if I'd emptied my balls in you instead of her. She's trying to get pregnant but her husband's sterile." "Angela...that woman in the railway cutting with you was Angela...not Annie." "Really, the advert on the back of the toilet door in Wellingborough said that her name was Annie, it gave the right location as well as the right car registration mark of her car. When I saw the car and you walking away from the car park I assumed that you were her." I relaxed a little, I knew that Angela was trying for a baby but I didn't realise just what lengths a woman who wanted a child, and couldn't have one, would go to. He smiled at my obvious relaxation, "So...what have got planned for today?" "I'm heading for the library, I've got a lady that needs help learning to use a computer." "And after that?"
"Just to go home and make my lunch...that's all!" "Perhaps I could take you out for lunch...just to apologise to you properly for my crass approach yesrerday." "I don't think that would be appropriate!" He smiled at me again, "Your voice says no but I think your body is saying maybe!" He followed me to the library, told me that his name was Adam and asked me for mine. I didn't tell him but that was a waste of time, as soon as we walked into the library, the librarian welcomed me, "Hi Vicky, your student is waiting for you on computer number three." It wasn't actually necessary to tell me that, the library being a small space and all three computers were visible from the door. I walked over and started the computer running on my account, from logging in, the computer would give me just one hour for the lesson, there would be a five minute warning message and four minutes later, there was a sixty second countdown so that my student could save anything that they needed and at zero, the computer would kick us out. Today's lesson involved using an Excel spreadsheet, I had scenarios that the woman would have to read and design a spreadsheet to suite the terms of reference. I could actually start her off and walk away, so long as I remained in the room so that she could ask me questions if she had problems, that was all I was needed for today. I looked over at Adam, he was reading a book but facing us at the computer. I took my mobile phone out of my pocket and typed a message to John. 'The guy I told you about yesterday saw me on my way to the library, he's trying to get me to go to lunch with him!" I snapped a photograph of him and attached it to the message before sending it. It took just a few seconds for John's reply, 'Where are you going with him?' 'I'm not going with him, I turned him down.' 'Why?' 'I'm not getting in a car with a stranger, he could be a murderer, a rapist or even a white-slaver!' 'Then don't get in his car, go to the village pub for lunch!' 'That would get me a bad reputation in the village...you know that half the men in this village are unemployed and spend their day in the pub for cheap entertainment.' 'Don't worry about anyone else, just go and have a good time...and if you get on okay, invite him home for a coffee. If you do invite him home though, turn your phone off before you get there and don't turn the burglar alarm off when you go in. The cameras will alert me and I'll be able to watch you on the CCTV cameras.' 'Pervert...' 'Guilty as charged...have a good time...and put on a good show for me...that is, if you do take him home. I've already got my fingers crossed!' "What does this error message mean Mrs Clarke?" I looked at the screen, "Your sum is giving a 'Divide by zero' error, let me see the formula you've used." She clicked on the cell so that the formula appeared in the top field.
"Look here, your sum is calling for the content of cell 'K12' and that cell isn't populated yet." The computer took that moment to start the one minute countdown to closure. "Look, just save what you have and log out, we'll fix the formula next week!" I went to the librarian to fill in my paper work for using the library's pc for an hour, the cost would be picked up by the Job Centre as a part of their 'Back to Work' service. Adam was watching me like a hawk as I moved around the library, just in case I made a run for it. After I'd finished my admin work I went to Adam's table. "If you want to have lunch with me we can go to the village pub but I'm going to have to pay for my own lunch...so do we have a deal?" Adam smiled at me, "Deal!" We walked over to the pub, the bar was full even though it was only eleven-thirty, the landlord was very community spirited and he did things for the local unemployed villagers, mainly men it has to be said, like beer at two pounds a pint and bar snacks from one pound fifty, he also put the pool machine on free so that the men could play pool withoug paying one pound fifty a game. Men were also playing darts and cards. There was quite a hubbub until I walked in with Adam and then all eyes turned to us. I bought myself a half pint of cider and a ham sandwich, Adam ordered a pint of bitter and a chicken and mushroom pie. The bar was so full that it was a struggle to find a private table to sit. One side of our table had two chairs and the other side had a bench seat fixed to the outside wall under the window. It wasn't the best place to sit for me as it was directly opposite the pool table, so every time a man took a shot in my direction I would have to push my dress down between my thighs to stop him having a view of my knickers. Adam sat opposite me until the barman called out that our food was ready, we were just engaged in a game of twenty questions, Adam was getting to know me...I have to say that I wasn't so interested in getting to know him, I'd seen enough of him the day before to know all the interesting things that I needed to know about him...he had a big cock and knew how to use it to good effect. Our food arrived at the bar, Adam fetched it and came behind the table to sit next to me. Adam ate his pie with his fingers, he used his left hand so that his right hand was free to stroke my left thigh. I didn't stop him until Mark Whitefield, Angela's husband, was going to take a shot in my direction and then I pushed Adam's hand off my thigh and pushed my dress down between my legs. This happened several times before Adam leaned in and whispered, "I take it you aren't interested in doing anything in public then." He'd worked out that I only stopped him touching me if a man was about to take a shot on the pool table in my direction. The next time I let him touch me, he pushed the front of my dress right up and pushed the gusset of my knickers to one side to stroke my uncovered pussy. I drained my glass and said, "Well, I'm finished, I'm going home, would you like a cup of coffee?" Adam nodded his head and grinned at me. There were a lot of ribald comments from Mark Whitefield and his friends as I left the bar with Adam but I ignored them all. I did as John had asked on the walk home, I turned my mobile phone off well before I got home so that it didn't deactivate the burglar alarm automatically as I approached. There was also a hidden control pad outside the house that could be used if the phone's battery was flat. I walked past that too. It didn't matter which room in the house that Adam wanted to fuck me in, there were wi-fi cameras in every room...except the bathroom and toilet.
Would you like a coffee...the living room or the bedroom?" "I hate coffee but I love bedrooms!" I led the way to the bedroom I shared with my husband, I smiled at the camera above the front hallway, I smiled at the camera at the top of the stairs and I smiled at the camera in our bedroom as Adam stripped me naked. I stopped playing to the gallery when Adam rammed his cock in my cunt and I started climaxing hard. Adam started fucking me at one o'clock and with different positions and oral sex both ways, he spent four hours fucking me. At five o'clock, I told him that he would have to go, "My husband could be home in fifteen minutes!" I stripped my bed as Adam got dressed, I was still naked at the front door when I kissed Adam goodbye, my arms full of my sheet, pillow slips and duvet cover. I was in the kitchen feeding the dirty sheets into the washing machine when John came in, I was bending over, John just walked up behind me and rammed his cock into my cunt still full of Adam's seed. As John fucked me he said, "Can we fuck up at the railway cutting tomorrow please?" "We can so long as we don't go up there until after dusk!" 5,768 Words. Already seen Public Sex p1, click here to read Part 2
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