Jane, my wife, hadn't been feeling up to sex for several weeks, due to the dreaded menopause again. She's 54 and has been going through this difficult change for several years now. It's affected her sex drive such that sometimes we go for week without her wanting sex, then we have weeks or months when she can't get enough, so overall I can't complain. It makes for quite a roller-coaster sex life, especially since she's become a naughty little minx over the past year, but more of that shortly. Several weeks ago she got her mojo back, bless her, and we made up for lost time over a long weekend of intense sex, in which we found ourselves in some new situations.
It was perfect timing as we were planning to go away to the south coast of England for the weekend in our motorhome, which we haven't used in weeks. We have a lot of fun in it when we go camping and Jane invariably gets even hornier than at home. It's not at all unusual for us to go away in it for a weekend and spend much of the time shagging our brains out. I call it our 'fuck truck' but my wife prefers to refer to it as our passion wagon. It's very comfortable, has everything we need, especially a big comfy bed, and we both love the fact that its side windows are fitted with privacy glass. We can see out but no-one can see in, and Jane loves daytime delight and being able to see people outside going about their business on a campsite while she's fucking me.
She's changed a lot in the past year or so, and with a lot of encouragement from me she's become a lot more sexually demanding. She might be a respectable, grey haired mature woman in public but in private she's now naughtier than I've ever known her to be, and she's losing her inhibitions more and more. Although her menopause gets in the way sometimes, when she's able and willing to have sex she wants a lot of it and has delighted me by how multi-orgasmic she's become. Jane adores fucking, she gets very vocal when I'm buried deep inside her, and she now happily engages in the dirty talk I've always enjoyed when servicing her. We're having the best sex we've ever had in the 30 years we've been together and we put it down to having an empty nest, a low stress lifestyle, and a readiness to embrace the loosening of inhibitions that comes with age.
Thankfully we both have a playful nature, we don't take life or ourselves too seriously and we love each other's company. We've noticed that when we're out with friends of a similar age, we're alone in holding hands and showing our affection for each other. We often get teased for getting caught having a snog or a sly grope when we're in company. I've also noticed that Jane loves telling me that we're much more active that her married friends are; I don't know what she bases it on, she never tells me in detail what she and her female friends discuss when their conversation turns to relationships and intimacy, but she always says she comes away feeling smug. I sometimes tease her and ask what her friends would think if they knew what a dirty girl she is, and she gets very turned on at the thought.
Anyway, because of the dry spell Jane and I had suffered over recent weeks I had a low expectation for weekend sex and reconciled myself to the simple pleasures of camping and re-visiting an area in which we used to live, early in our marriage. We left home first thing on Friday morning and drove down to Portsmouth. We parked at one end of the seafront and set off on foot to explore many of our old haunts in and around the waterfront. We worked out that we hadn't been there in 20 years, so we were both feeling a warm nostalgia of early married life with small children.
Late-morning we found ourselves sitting on a bench in one of those seaside shelters on the prom that in season are invariably full of old people sitting and watching the world go by. We were warm in the sun, there was no-one else around, and we were both feeling all loved up as we chatted about times past. We'd been walking for about 2hrs and I was starting to think about lunch options and where we could go for a quiet romantic lazy lunch.
My darling wife had other ideas though and she snuggled into me and offered her mouth to me. We started necking and cuddling like two teenagers, but it felt so natural and we were soon lost in each other. Jane slipped her cool soft hand up the leg of my shorts and onto my hardening cock. She was clearly relaxed and eager to play, and thankfully the prom was deserted. I realised too that it had been her decision to pick this bench in the shelter, so I guessed she must have wanted some privacy to play a little and the thought made me harder.
She bit my lower lip gently as I slipped my hand into her shirt and cupped her braless left breast. Her nipple stiffened in my palm and she moaned breathlessly into my mouth. She started to work my foreskin back and forth slowly over my glans and I could feel the precum over her fingers, causing us both to groan quietly. I managed to change hands to free up my right hand to pop it between her legs and she parted her legs slightly, just enough for me to slip my hand between her warm thighs. At this time of year Jane wears lightweight cropped trousers and the material is really thin. I could feel the outline of her labia and put gentle pressure onto her trouser crotch as I rubbed firmly up and down her opening. She had her eyes closed and was sucking my tongue almost painfully into her mouth, squeezing my bare penis with her fingers and I could hear her start to pant.
I hadn't been near her pussy for weeks and I think in that moment she realised my dilemma about whether or not to touch her there. She opened her eyes and released my tongue, and asked me to check if we were still alone. I looked around briefly and reassured her. She placed her free hand on the back of my head and snogged me hard while reaching down to undo the fastening on her waistband. I didn't waste a second and slid my hand into her trousers and into her thin cotton pants to made contact with her already swollen clit. She cried out loud as I carried on and slid two fingers straight into her wet pussy. She was in such a mess down there that she simply consumed me and swallowed my fingers with ease. She was starting to lose control and I looked around again to check for other people. Thank goodness the prom was still deserted anywhere near us and I started to finger fuck my lovely wife.
She was so wet, open, and responsive. She buried her head in my neck and promptly climaxed all over my hand, then climaxed again as I slid my fingers onto her clit and gently squeezed the prominent nub. I kept my hand in her pants and cupped her warm wet mound as she came back down to earth slowly. As I felt her warm breath on my neck and her breathing start to slow, I realised this was the first time we'd ever had sex in a public place. Not wanting to spoil the moment I decided not to mention it, but held her close and whispered in her ear how much she turned me on.
She looked up and me and smiled, mouthed a silent 'love you' at me and squeezed my cock again with her fingers. Then she looked up and down the prom and gave me a wicked look, "your turn," she said. But I realised that in her haste she'd not spotted a couple walking their dog and heading off the beach towards us. I slid my hand subtly out of Jane's trousers and readjusted our dress, pausing to smell my fingers. I slipped them into her mouth and she cleaned off her pussy juice just before the dog walkers passed us.
She pressed her body up tight and kissed me again, "Oh Tim, let's go back to the van and get some privacy please, I need you inside me," she pleaded. We'd parked at the far end of the seafront and as we started a brisk walk back to our home on wheels I plotted how we could achieve our privacy without attracting attention. I needn't have worried, for as we approached the van we could see it was the only vehicle on that part of the front, parked off the road on a hardstanding next to a remote part of the beach.
The van was warm inside, I busied myself with unfolding the bed while Jane drew the curtains around the cab and went for a pee in our onboard shower room. I managed to undress and get under the covers by the time she emerged. Her face was flushed and she couldn't get her clothes off quick enough, and I realised just how horny she was, desperate for cock. She slipped under the duvet and shivered as she pressed into me and instinctively grasped my erection.
We didn't say a word to each other, she urged me onto my back and my penis twitched as I realised she wanted to mount me. We'd already had our foreplay on the prom and the walk back to the van hadn't cooled us off at all, if anything we were even more ready to join our bodies together. Jane got astride me, facing me and reached down to open herself up and guide my erection into her gaping cunt. I was rampant and slid straight in, full length and nudged her cervix in the way we both adore. She bore down on me and squeezed my penis, then promptly collapsed onto me with an orgasm that came from goodness knows where. She recovered quickly and got back up on her haunches and proceeded to ride me hard, crying loudly while I grasped her tits and gently pinched her nipples.
