For my wife's 50th birthday, I planned a special celebration, which would culminate in a surprise. June looks young for her age with her pretty face, blonde hair in a "pixie" cut, blue eyes, girlish height of 5', flawless skin (undamaged by exposure to the sun), and beautiful legs. She wore petite dresses, the ones that could accommodate her womanly big tits.
My name is Gene. An average-looking guy, I'm 48, 5' 8" with light brown hair, blue eyes, and 155 lbs.
It was June in Wisconsin, and in warm weather, we slept naked. Sometimes, on awakening, I would rub my hard cock against her naked thigh, hint, hint. After 24 years of marriage, however, our sex lives needed extra stimulation.
This morning, we went shopping for a new summer dress. Of course, I wanted one short to show off her lovely thighs and cut low to display generous cleavage. I found a perfect one, the hem at mid-thigh, sleeveless, with a neckline low enough to show deep cleavage. It was made to be worn without a bra! I urged June to try it on and accompanied her into the dressing room
"That's a cocktail dress! It shows too much of me at my age!'
"You still have the body for it, and you look incredibly sexy in it!"
"Where would I wear it?"
"Wear it as a sundress on our picnic this afternoon. Wear it as a cocktail dress when we dine out at the supper club!"
"It's as much of a gift for you as for me. It would make you happy for me to wear it. I do look good in the mirror, very sexy!"
Back home, we made up a picnic basket. I drove to the big park by the lake. It is only a few blocks from our home. We found a picnic table under the shade of tall white pines. June became less self-conscious because families nearby were engrossed in their own activities. Other women wore sexy summer dresses or short shorts, younger women. A middle-aged man was taking some photos.
He approached us.
"I'm an amateur photographer. Would you mind if I took a picture of you two? That's a beautiful dress; it is very becoming!"
June looked at me.
"That's a compliment, dear! If I give you my email address, can you send us a copy?"
"Definitely!"
Nobody around was watching, so the devil made me do it.
"My wife is so short that I think she would photograph better if we helped her sit on the table with her feet on the bench."
"That's a wonderful idea! Are you a photographer, too?"
"Yes. I photograph nature mostly, but my wife is my favorite human subject."
"I'm not surprised. She looks beautiful!"
June smiled, lowered her eyes and there was a flush down her throat and chest.
She whispered into my ear,
"He has a perfect view up my skirt!"
I whispered into her ear,
"That's alright: the dress came with matching panties!"
First, he took a photo or two of her turned around on the bench to face him. At his height, he must have gotten a good photo of her tits. We helped her step onto the bench, turn and sit on the table. She kept her legs together while he took a few shots.
"Would you mind crossing your legs now?"
She did hesitantly and thus slowly enough for him to a good shot between her thighs, right up to her panties and another before she could pull her hem down. I witnessed this by standing beside him. He photographed her from one side and the other.
"Now, lean back with your hands behind you on the table."
This maneuver made the skirt slide up her creamy thighs, and she inadvertently parted her legs enough for him to see all of the way up again.
"Wow, you're a good model! You must have had a lot of practice with your husband!"
We helped her back down. He kissed June's hand, thanked us again and wrote down my email.
"He must have removed any doubts about how you look in that dress!"
"I was very flattered that he wanted to photograph me. When you helped me down, my hip pressed his crotch. He had a big hardon for me!"
"Maybe he'll look at your pictures, get another hardon, and jack-off fantasizing about you!"
"Oh, god! Do you really think so? Can a woman my age still blush?"
"You had a flush when he photographed you on the table."
I wanted to show her off some more, so we went to the local mall to "shop."
On the mall, a man with his wife gave June an appreciative sidelong glance.
Back home, we changed into clothes for housework and yard work.
At about 5, we each drank a glass of champagne. At the supper club, women were blooming in summer dresses or short skirts and thin blouses. Some middle-aged women wore sexy dresses.
We each had a glass of cabernet with our steaks. When the waiter asked about dessert, I suggested liqueurs, because reducing my wife's inhibitions was part of my plan. June had a Benedictine and I had a B & B.
As we got back into our car, I announced,
"Now for your surprise: the romantic, sexy climax!"
I drove us back down into the big park. I had reconnoitered a spot within a group of shrubs fronting woods. About ten feet away, was a frisbee golf basket, which would increase the thrill of public sex. There were usually some players, mostly young males. I parked on the edge of the road, about 50' from out trysting place.
"Whatever are you, we, doing?"
"I brought the blanket we used back in the day."
"You want to have sex outdoors, in public? We haven't done that in a decade!"
"It will be exciting."
"I don't want to get my dress dirty!"
"You won't have it on long enough to get it dirty!"
"Your mind is dirty enough!"
We stepped through the circle of shrubs. I opened a way for her. I spread the blanket on the grass and unzipped my fly.
"This really excites you! I'm getting excited, too! There isn't much for me to take off, just my dress and matching panties."
Soon, we were naked. June lay in her favorite position, on her back, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide for me. I caressed her thighs outside and inside, up to her pussy. I caressed and squeezed her big tits, kissed them and sucked her nipples erect and hard. Then, I surprised her. Instead of mounting her, I kissed her cunt, and licked up and down her moistening, fragrant slit. I licked deeper to part her inner labia with my tongue. I darted my tongue into her cunt; then I licked her clitoris. She was squirming and squealing. I penetrated her with my middle finger and worked it all of the way up her cunt. I licked her and finger-fucked her to her first orgasm.
As my cock penetrated her, we heard voices, like young men shouting.
"What's that?" June warned, getting up on her elbows.
I pushed her back down and shoved my cock halfway up her. One more thrust drove it home.
"They're probably frisbee golfers. One of their baskets is only about 10' from us. Isn't that exciting?"
"We'll have to be quiet and not talk!"
I began fucking my wife slowly to make the excitement last. I heard the thud of a frisbee and soon another. I seemed to hear 4 thuds in all. Voices were coming closer. We heard the clink of a frisbee landing in the basket. I slowly withdrew to the head of my cock and surprised June by shoving it hard up her. She moaned. Again, I withdrew slowly and gave it to her fast and hard again. She moaned again.
"What's that?"
"It sounds like a woman, moaning!"
"I read that some couples get an extra thrill by fucking in public."
"I've seen videos!"
I gave June another hard thrust. She was a few seconds late muffling her squeal with her hand.
"It sounds like they're in these bushes. Shall we have a peek?"
We were still now, tingling with anticipation. June looked fearful that we'd be caught. I hoped they'd see my sexy wife naked, with my cock up her.
"Oh, yeah! She's naked and getting fucked!"
"Hell! Let me see, too!"
We saw the faces of four young men ogling my naked wife getting fucked.
"Is that your wife, man?"
I nodded.
"God, what a body! Look at her beautiful thighs and big tits! Do you mind if we watch your beautiful wife getting fucked?"
June nodded vigorously her minding. I shook my head.
"Take a ringside seat! It's my wife's birthday, and I want to show her off. She doesn't think her body still excites men."
