Well, I guess like all other couples who have been married for more than three decades, sex had turned into a habit. We'd fallen into a rut. Two or three times a week Karen and I would spend a comfortable fifteen minutes between the sheets. Nothing sparkling but still nice and satisfying. Guess we didn't need much more.
Then, one Friday afternoon, we both decided to enjoy the sunny weather and look for a weekend away. To be honest thoughts were more on long walks in the countryside than athletics in bed when we booked a hotel in a Yorkshire village for Saturday and Sunday night.
We arrived lunch time the next day, dropped our bags in the room and went to the restaurant, choosing to sit outside in the glorious sunshine. The food took an hour to be served but we were in no rush. The food was magnificent, at the end, feeling a little over full we decided to go for a walk.
We'd only walked about a mile when Karen realised, she should have worn better footwear than the flipflops she had on. We decided to turn back but I needed a piss so stepped inside a band of trees to relieve myself. As I finished, I saw Karen squatting down with her shorts in her hands. We both began to giggle as she emptied her bladder.
The warmth from the sun was glorious, the silence of nature faded any stress we had. I looked around and saw the green of grass through the trees and went to explore. In a few minutes we were stood in a lush meadow, a little heaven on earth. Karen sat down then lay on her back, pulling up her tee-shirt, folding it under her bra so her stomach could catch some sun. Her shorts lay nearby.
Looking around I spotted a man in the trees, probably about twenty feet away. I'd seen him at the hotel. He was dressed in green trousers and a combat type tee-shirt, with binoculars around his neck and a backpack. At a guess I thought he had followed the track we had taken and was now standing still looking at my wife. If I hadn't have seen him move into position, I doubt I would spot him watching, he was camouflaged that well.
I should have been outraged and shouted at him to leave but seeing Karen laid half naked in the grass had inspired my cock, it had begun to grow, this probably clouded my judgement as I lay down beside her, turning her face to mine, to share a long loving kiss. While I did a hand roamed over her exposed skin, feeling its warmth, enjoying the smoothness as well as the little scars each side of her belly, telling she had given life. A hand roamed over the rise of her belly and moved downwards seeking the fabric of hr panties. Fingers slipped inside, touching the fine hairs, slipping through them to her slit, to feel how wet she already was. A finger slipped inside then sought her clit, gently swirling around. I was about to tug off her panties when she groaned loudly and shivered.
"Have you just cum?" I asked.
As a couple, for the last twenty years, we were a one orgasm each type, usually around the same time, laid in bed, where we would cuddle up and sleep. We had hardly begun and she had cum.
"Yeah, but don't stop." She whispered. "Don't know why but I'm as randy as hell."
I looked up and saw the man had seen it all. I then decided to give him a show. My cock grew rock hard as I slipped her panties down and spread her legs, pulling apart her lips so he could see her dripping gash. I pushed in two fingers, using them as a cock to make her moan. I then moved to her tits pulling the tee-shirt over her head, she slipped off her bra, now she was completely naked.
Her tits are magnificent, big without being overly huge, still firm despite her age. I fondled both, sucking on each nipple, pushing them together. I felt her hand move down and grab the front of my shorts. I tugged them down so she could play with my hard cock, wanking it slowly.
"Let's give it a licking." She said loudly.
I lay on my back as she stroked my cock for a while before pulling the skin down to kiss the throbbing head, licking it, murmuring with pleasure as she did. She took it in her mouth, bobbing her head backwards and forwards, taking it in deeper each time until I felt her gag. But she didn't stop, instead she worked her magic until sensing I would soon blow.
"I need this bad boy." She whispered and moved so she could guide it in while she sat on me.
Her hips gyrated into a slow rhythm as she positioned her clit on my cock, rubbing against it, pressing her hands against my arms, her only intent to reach her fulfilment.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck." She swore each time my cock went in deep. Her tits banged against my face, but I could still see hers contorted in a pleasure-seeking grimace with spittle running down each side of her open mouth. As her orgasm struck, I felt this drop onto my chest. She was moaning and groaning loudly, as the pleasure swirled through her for what seemed an age.
Finally, she rolled over, gasping for air, covered in sweat.
"Another few strokes and I would have finished." I said with a grin.
"I know, I'm sorry, I just need a minute." She spluttered.
Somehow, we had moved much closer to the trees which were now less than ten feet away. I looked for our voyeur, I had to concentrate to see he was still watching. Our eyes met; I held his gaze for a long moment then nodded my head slightly, he acknowledged this by moving a hand slightly, giving a thumb's up.
"How do you want to fuck me?" Karen asked using a dirty girl voice.
She was sat up, propped up by her arms. Her tits bounced as she shook her body then spread her legs.
"Wanna fuck my mouth, deepthroat me, drown me in your cum?" She asked. "Or fuck all holes. What about titty fucking? I could sit on your face and wank you off if you want."
"Been a while since I fucked your arse." I said, pushing her onto her back. "But let's fuck first."
My cock slid in easily, going nice and slowly I played with her tits as we fucked, then watched as they bounced at each thrust. My cock was hard, bigger than it had ever been, but I was in total control and determined to give a show a porn star would be proud of.
After a while I pulled out and lay on my back, telling her to get on top, then to reverse so the voyeur would get the best possible view of my wife being fucked by me. He could see her tits bounce, her belly sway a little, the gash of her cunt clinging to my cock, the juices from her as she gyrated over my cock. I could see him the trees watching, listening to her grunts and groans.
