It was a lovely summer's day and my husband Jack and I were enjoying a peaceful walk in the country, when miles from nowhere, I suddenly needed to take a pee. The shaded, tree lined, country road upon which we walked had fields either side, surrounded by tall hedgerows, so my hubby suggested I just pop through the field gate and relieve myself behind the hedge. No one would see me and very few cars were passing, so I climbed the gate careful, taking care not to snag my summer frock, taking extra care not to reveal to hubby that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He hadn't yet learned that I enjoyed the breeze blowing up my skirt and cooling my hot pussy during our long walks. I certainly didn't want him distracted, the randy sod was always horny enough without temptation.
In the grassy field, after telling hubby to keep his eye out for any passing 'Peeping Tom's', I hitched up my dress around my waist then squatted and let the golden liquid flow. It was such relief as I sprayed my pee into the warm soil instantly making me feel more comfortable. As the final droplets dribbled to the ground I scanned the horizon and suddenly noticed a farm vehicle parked no more than a hundred yards or so away. In the long grass by the vehicle, I could roughly make out movement. At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at, but as I focussed it became clear that it was a couple who appeared to be having sex.
I was enthralled as I beckoned hubby to climb the gate to come have a look. We instantly became a couple of pervvy voyeurs and decided to take a closer look. We quietly sneaked along the field edge in a crouched position so as not to spook the frolicking funsters. When we arrived a few yards from the copulating couple, I recognised the lusty lady to be Mrs York the farmers wife, a stout woman in her mid fifties. She looked quite different from her usual haughty self with her blouse open and tits hanging from her bra and being squeezed by the young farm hand who was pumping his proud hard dick into her.
The young man was nineteen year old Jeremy from our village, he was a muscular blonde lad with bright eyes and an infectious smile, and from what I could see a thick, large cock which was thrilling Mrs York immensely. As we quietly watched, I turned to Jack only to discover that he had fished his hard cock from his shorts and was slowly wanking his throbbing tool.