My wife and I enjoy a great sex life. We always have and it seems to go on and on. From time to time we like to spice things up a little, the idea of open air, being watched, being caught sex is very thrilling.
A few months ago I cuddled up to Julie in bed, from behind, wrapped my arms around her and (as she loves) lifted her silk nightie and started very slowly running my hands over her breasts, flicking her oh so sensitive nipples and pinching them gently. Man do those nipples harden quickly. Julie started moaning softly and squirming around, pushing her lovely arse into my groin and my ever hardening dick.
There I was in heaven as usual when Julie whispers in my ear that she has a new idea, she would like to try. When she told me what it was I couldn't help sliding my very hard dick into her very, very wet pussy.
This leads onto a Friday three weeks ago, when we tried out her idea for real.
I've been running for a while now and Julie has just recently started jogging at the same time.
This Friday she dressed as usual in her sweat pants and T-shirt and we went to our local disused rail track to run. Unusually Julie suggested I get out the car and go on ahead, to run as far as I wanted and then head back and meet up.
I ran a couple of miles turned round and headed home. When I'd gone a way back I noticed Julie jogging toward me, but she was now wearing a short skirt not her sweat pants. God this was her idea about to become reality.
I ran up to her, let a walker stroll past (the guy seemed interested in Julies lovely legs beneath her very short skirt). Julie is a petite natural brunette with great legs and a wonderful pair of tits and the most gorgeous eyes (first thing I noticed about her), she had been running hard and was out of breath and her brow was covered in sweat. She turned around and watched the guy walking away and shuddered. I grabbed her from behind and asked her what she was thinking. Julie replied that he was the third guy to stare at her legs. I said what did she expect and wasn't it nice that guys found her attractive. She told me to put a hand under her skirt and I'd get the answer to that question. So always one to oblige I ran a hand up her thigh and over her arse and then between her legs to her pussy. 'Bloody Hell' I said not only was she soaking wet but she had taken her knickers off as well. This skirt barely covered her arse cheeks, the thought of her without knickers as well was such a huge turn on. I suggested that perhaps the guys were seeing more than her legs and she confessed (still breathless – but not from the running) that she had had to stop and bend over to retie her shoe laces twice, and that both times coincidently someone was passing by.