Chapter 03 - Walking the Dog
Margaret had been married now for 31 years and until a few months ago she had only had intimate relations with her husband. These had been some what regular and predicable, but 3 months ago she had decided to take things, literally, in her own hands. Time was passing by and she wanted to have memories and not regrets when she was older. Since then she had begun to experiment. Slowly at first in small steps. She had begun to masturbate, something she had never done, after her husband had left in the mornings. When she grew used to this she found that she would sometimes need do it again later in the day.
Six weeks ago she had spied a young man in the house behind hers, beating his fat cock and spraying it over his computer desk top. Margaret had then managed to set a trap for him which had led to him having to fuck her in their garage, and a few more times since. Finally, last week, whilst on holiday with George, after he had gone fishing for the day she had encouraged 3 young men to visit her caravan and then been gangbanged by all of them.
In her mind Margaret had separated her married loving feelings for George away from her sexual desires. Carrying on with her normal daily routine, not one of her closest friends would have spotted the change in her. She was careful that any planned wild activity would be disconnected for her normal life. So despite her cool exterior Margaret was always receptive to another opportunity.
Her next adventure came about whilst walking her dog. Margaret had read in the local paper of a man caught by the police watching couples in a car park near to the old quarries, and how he had tried to get off by claiming that he had been walking his dog and had needed to take a pee. Margaret knew of the car park in the article, and so one evening she drove there on the pretense of taking her little poodle for a walk. As with all her ideas she had thought it through very carefully. She had taken care to make herself as smooth as possible and had chosen to go without under wear and just hold-up stockings. It was the preparation that built up the thrill. As she shaved her pussy she was tempted to put the razor down and indulge herself with her fingers and the shower head, but resisted. She'd just enjoy the tension. She chose her clothes putting on a long mans trench coat over a thin loose top, and a pair of dark trousers, topping it all off with a cap. She intended to look as masculine as possible.
It was a warm night around 10pm. The road in was way off the beaten track and not on any particular route to anywhere, but down a narrow lane that had been used at one time by the old quarry trucks. During the day is served as a beauty spot and picnic area, but at night under the starlight it looked like a far more erotic arena. The picnic benches stood in the midst of an open area that was surrounded be jet black bushes. Margaret parked a little way off and leaving the dog behind in the car walked down the lane.
She heard a car coming and its lights brighten behind her. She stepped a few paces into the trees and let it pass unobserved. She waited as its red tail lights got smaller, Margaret wanted to see what went on there without being committed to getting involved. She moved quietly to the edge of the car park and scanned the cars present. She could make out one car with its windows open and 2 men looking in. The courtesy light was on inside the car and she guessed that night sight of the men looking in would be terrible. Margaret moved slowly round until she had a clear view of what was going on. She could see a naked women moving inside the vehicle. A younger woman, perhaps early thirties, and there was a man under her who she couldn't make out. The two men were at the open window closest to the woman's face. As the woman moved rhythmically back and forth towards the watchers, they in turn responded by pulling on their out standing cocks.
Margaret sidled up behind the 2 men masturbating. They knew she was there but paid no attention to her. The naked woman was impaling herself on a thick 7 inch cock under her. As she rode her man her tits swung in time, her nipples as hard as acorns in the night air. Even from outside the car her pussy could be heard to squelch as it came down it was that soaking with her juices. The man under her was obviously concentrating with his eyes closed, trying not to shoot is load up her hotness. Margaret had never seen another woman at the sexual act, only in the magazines her husband had once bought. Margaret envied her, each time she came down fully inserting his member, a little tingle shot up the depth of her own pussy.
