Pit Stop

Oh wow. 'Our' tree could become a meeting point, a hub for all manner of depravity and sexy shenanigans.

I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that a lot!

Oh, goodness, rifles, fields and nudity!

Hmm. That actually sounds like an audio all in of itself!

Lol, oh dear! A mallet?! Guess I'll have to look at that in future and be a bit more... practical with my practical effects. Hehee.

Anyway, thank you for the feedback and your kind words on top of that. I appreciate it!

wow, thank you very much for another engaging tale. The next week, you drag your man to the same place, this time wearing the clothes from your wedding. As you approach 'your' tree, you hear the sounds of three voices engaged in strenuous lovemaking. You catch sight of an older, curvy woman standing, sandwiched between 2 younger men. As she climaxes, she opens her eyes and looks right at you, smiling in recognition and welcome as they continue pounding her into another huge orgasm. You start masturbating each other openly, but soon even this isn't enough stimulation. So you push your man to his knees and throw your skirts over him as he begins to ravenously eat your dripping vagina. Thoughts of them abandon your head as your climax breaks over you like a wave, leaving you gasping and heaving. Looking down you see him pull up your wedding dress; your copious nectar coating his face and long tongue. One man whispers in your ear "That was amazing, same time tomorrow?" The second guy possessively cups and rubs your trembling breasts and erect nipples before passing you your bra from last week and moaning "you look even more beautiful than we imagined". Your senses reeling from these unexpected events your eyes open wide as the woman bends down and suddenly kisses your man, tasting your juices. She quickly kisses your panting mouth, sharing your own fluids with you. Passing a card into your hand, she demands "you shall call me before 8pm tonight and we will all have fun together". As they depart, you hungrily begin sucking off your man, using both hands. 5 of his fingers wrapped tightly in your hair, his others are already dialling the woman's number so that she can hear...

She and I still remember a similar experience. Spur of a country road. Out far in a field, to make love. Bang, someone we could not see shooting a rifle. I chose to stand, nude, and shout as he was continuing to shoot and we were otherwise invisible to him, maybe. When we thought it safe, we ran back to our car. 45 years later, it was a sexual highlight to both of us. But coitus interruptus was not satisfying to either of us. Despite her many men afterwards, this was the moment to remember for her and me