I really hope you have read the previous parts one and two of this story because it needs the build up to this climax of the naughty behaviour of the author, who is writing this from personal experience.
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Just to remind you; in part one I told you how I just happened onto a couple making love in their car and the profound effect it had on me. I described how I fashioned a pair of trousers to allow me to play with my pussy while watching, or just waiting for something to happen. Then the night I opened my coat and allowed the couple to see that I was not the slim young man they thought was peeping in on their lovemaking, but in fact a young woman with a smoothly shaved pussy. My pussy was neatly framed by those trousers, which were styled on a pair of crotchless or suspender tights. They were cut away at the front and back and both sides, leaving just narrow strips of material to hold the legs in place. They appeared to be a normal pair of trousers below the hem of my borrowed coat.
In part two, I almost got caught while watching a couple outside, my game almost rumbled by my impending climax. I knew that if I had reached my peak, the sounds of a female coming would have alerted the men standing with me watching this fantastic exhibition. They would know I was an impostor, and the outcome could have been terrible. I could hardly have cried rape when dressed and exposed as I was that night! Later, I found that couple who gave me not only the best show ever, but the girl, on finding out my little secret, got in on the act by giving me the most fantastic climax while I was hanging onto the roof rails of her car. The man who actually caught me held me up, as my legs went all wobbly with the wonderful sensations she had given me. And finally, you may remember how his hands held me up, but in the most inappropriate place. He had both his hands full of my titties, but being gentlemanly enough to allow me to escape to my car and lock myself in, shaking from head to foot, vowing never to do anything like that ever again, it was just too frightening.
But like pie crusts, promises even to oneself get broken. It didn't take very long to forget the danger and the abject fear, only the fantastic thrill remaining firmly in my crazy brain and my seriously oversexed imagination. I did keep to my local area of the forest for several weeks. It was quiet, and for the first week or ten days I wore ordinary trousers under my old waxed cotton coat. Yes, I had claimed it as mine now. Well, I wore it every day and my hubby had forgotten he had it.
However, the thrill of those encounters soon flooded back into my sub-consciousness, driving me to change into those outrageous trousers once again. The sensuous feeling of the cool air, wafting up from the hem of the coat as I walked, sent signals to my head that simply couldn't be ignored.
The first night nothing happened. I just got hornier by the yard as I walked the dogs deep into the forest and back home. Nothing at all. How disappointed but somehow relieved I felt. I so wanted to watch and, yes, I will admit it to you, I wanted to expose myself to some unsuspecting couple having sex alfresco.
I sat in my kitchen after getting changed, not wanting my husband to come home and find me dressed like that, thinking about my feelings. I was getting very worked up at the thought of showing my pussy to strangers. I had become a flasher! Oh my god! What had happened to that rather quiet young woman who moved from town to this cottage in the forest, and who was frightened of the dark?
I remember asking my hubby to put up lights around the house to make me feel more secure when he wasn't around. I missed the street lights of my home town, the knowledge of my next door neighbours only the other side of the party wall. Now my nearest neighbour was half a mile away and he was an old man who seemed quite happy to sit at home all the time.
That woman was somewhere in the dim and distant past. I now loved the dark woods, the secret affairs that took place in the dusk evenings, the exhibitionist couples who made love knowing they could be watched. In fact they were inviting other people to enjoy watching their sexual romps in the back of their cars, or even outside on the grass.
My husband had commented several times about how I had changed. I had become more self assured and confident and a lot more sexy. He loved that bit, I can promise you, because even just wearing those naughty trousers lit a fire in me that only he could quench, and he loved putting those fires out.
Like most couples we had slowed down after a few years of marriage, to what I suppose is the 'norm' - about twice a week, sometimes more at weekends. Now suddenly I wanted him every night, just like those wonderful first days of wedded bliss. I was now always so randy, and I turned to my surprised, but rather pleased husband, as a solution to my problem.
I went back to the routine of walking the dogs every night wearing my special outfit, often sitting on one of those picnic benches playing with my pussy until I came, wishing there was someone there to watch. Now I did mean to say someone for me to watch .... but perhaps my fingers are more honest than my mind.
I fantasized about the actual experiences I had enjoyed and I wished so hard that just one more couple would use my section of the forest. My prayers were answered! The lights of a car swept the clearing that serves as a car park. The car pulled to a stop only a few yards from my concealed position behind some bushes.
The interior light came on, my tummy cramped with both fear and anticipation. Was someone getting out, or just putting the light on to invite me to peep? I watched in fascination, neither door opened, so I felt sure that it was an invitation.
Hushing the dogs to silence I hooked their leads over the seat, not wanting them to rush out giving my presence away. I crept slowly out from behind my screen of bushes; I could see a man's head in the passenger seat. I guessed his girl had her head somewhere in his lap.
I crept nearer and nearer, still not seeing any sign of a woman in the car. I know I should have moved back and found a different way around his car. I had all the warning bells ringing in my head, but my feet kept moving closer and closer to this suspicious looking car.
I was close enough to see there was no girl, just a man. His hand caressed his enormous cock. It looked huge! He hadn't seen me yet, my last chance to run, but my curiosity won over again the memories of that near disaster failed to stop me. Getting so close, he now noticed my movements, looking straight out of his window into my face.
He smiled and leaned back in the seat, pushing the back rest so it folded away into an almost reclining position, showing his cock in all its magnificent glory. He was justly proud of his monster. He pulled his foreskin back exposing the big red inflamed looking head, a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
