Since Carol Vorderman became a single woman again it caused something of a sexual awakening in her life. After so many years taking the same cock in the same unimaginative positions at more or less the same times every week she decided it was time for some much needed fun in her life. Together with a very small group of trusted friends, she had been immersing herself in all the fantasies left unfulfilled by her years stuck in a sexually boring marriage.
Simply because she was so well known in the UK, most of these sexual adventures either took place abroad where her face wasnβt so well known, if at all; or they happened in well-planned situations with those she could trust not to tell all to the gutter press. Picking up men in bars and clubs solely for a good fuck was obviously out of the question for one of the most beautiful television personalities in Britain. Those who did catch her eye were thoroughly vetted and wouldnβt get past a goodnight kiss for a long time, until Carol knew they could be trusted. Abroad it was different, she could pretend to be a housewife from Bristol or a schoolteacher from London and no one would know any different. So this she did β frequently. If only all those foreign men knew exactly who it was that was so eager to accommodate them in every hole, begging them to do things her ex-husband thought too crude. Getting double penetrated, taking a load of sperm over her face, wrapping her gorgeous breasts around a throbbing cock and working it until spurts of cum dripped down her cleavage β she did all these things and more.
Eighteen months ago, Carol and a non-lesbian girlfriend, Valerie, had picked up a young Austrian hitchhiker whilst they were driving back to Vienna during a weekend break on the continent. Carol was feeling horny as fuck so she had started the flirting and before long it was obvious to the both of them that he was game for a ride. Carol looked into the rearview mirror and catching the hitchhiker's eye, said she was tired and did he mind if she lay down in the back beside him where there was more room. Soon after the car had moved off again, Valerie glanced back and smiled to herself as she saw Carol's hand moving up and down the guy's exposed erect shaft as they kissed each other passionately. With one hand on the wheel, she began to undo the top buttons on her blouse, letting the air rushing in the open side window cool her rising temperature. Most times they targeted men in pairs, but if Valerie was being honest with herself, there was an extra excitement about sharing one man between both of them.
The second time she looked in the rearview, she could see that Carol's skirt was rumpled up and either him or Carol had pulled Carol's panties down until they were stretched alarmingly half way down Carol's parted thighs. The guy had two fingers buried deep in Carol's, by now very well lubricated, vagina and was massaging the area of her exposed clitoris with the knuckle of his thumb. Carolβs fanny juice was coating the boyβs fingers and hand and then dripping out onto the car seat as she raised her hips, wanting to feel his touch deeper inside her. Carol was certainly enjoying getting her cunt played with but it was knowing that Valerie was watching that was turning her on even more. Val could smell the sexual arousal in the confined air of the car and could now feel her own arousal dampening her own panties and found it difficult to concentrate on driving because she was desperate to join them in the back and get her own hot, sticky cunt fucked hard. Carol moaned breathlessly and pumped the guy's cock harder and faster as their passenger spread his two fingers inside her dripping cunt and rubbed the inner walls of her contracting hole. She was very close to cumming at that point so took herself to a very potent climax by leaning down and licking off the small build up of precum which had puddled in the head of his prick. Valerie gasped, slowing her 4x4 to a crawl fearful of losing control as she watched and listened to Carol being finger-fucked by a complete stranger β oblivious to the fact that he had his hand inside the most sought after pussy in England.
Neither Valerie nor Carol spoke any Austrian and the hitchhiker only had a basic grasp of English, but it didn't take too much of a grasp of either language to understand the very aroused hitchhiker was dying to impale either or both of them with his impatiently throbbing cock. Fortunately they were miles from any living soul so Valerie pulled over into a passing place in the narrow alpine road and stopped the car.