SARAH'S SLIPPERY SLOPE
By Mesabi
Blame my husband, Bob, because it was his idea. He gets too many naughty ideas from reading erotica and viewing porn on the Internet. He was initially attracted to me, Sarah, as a good thing in a small package: 5' tall, blonde, with a voluptuous figure. My shapely legs, big breasts, and plump ass have always attracted attention from men who like to look at women. Our dates sometimes ended in my apartment with him trying to unwrap me. After 3 months of passionate dates, we married.
Bob has always wanted us to be sexually adventurous, with me getting the most exposure. For the first six months of our marriage, we shared an apartment with my female roommate. We all taught at the local college. One day, back from our classes, we made love in the living room on a day bed in front of the picture window. The risk that someone might pass by the window or our roommate might walk in on us doubled our thrills. Our roommate was petite, sexy in her miniskirts and not above flirting with Bob. I endeavored to keep my husband satisfied, with sex every day or night. When an apartment at the other end of the hall was vacated, we moved there.
He soon learned that I found a dare difficult to resist. Late one night, he dared me to walk down the hall of our apartment building in a skimpy transparent negligee. We made love on a wooded hill one morning, about 100 yards from the high school. When we moved to a cottage in the country, we explored a farmer's bur oak pasture across the road. I went trippingly and strippingly along ahead while he photographed me. Under a spreading oak tree, he spread me. The small chance of a man seeing us and possibly taking his turn with me increased our excitement.
So, we didn't wait for our sex life to become routine, before we began spicing it up. However, the rural seclusion eventually caused our adventures to "peter out." Besides, I was now in my 50s and doubtful of my continued sex appeal. However, I was to find that men my age fancied me.
We bought a house back in town. Bob met a like-minded neighbor, Joe, with whom we became fast friends. He and Bob traded porn links, especially to photos and videos. Joe's wife had gotten fat and lost her sex appeal. He found me much more desirable--especially with Bob's encouragement of me and connivance with him. They fantasized about me naked and sandwiched between them on our couch. I posed for sexy photos we showed Joe. He got me to bare my breasts one day in our bedroom. I became so excited by their admiration and encouragement that I stripped down to my bikini panties. I even let him feel me up and finger-fuck me! I was spared his conquest by the summer heat upstairs and his sexual excitement, which elevated his blood pressure until he was too faint to fuck me! But that's another story.
It was a slippery slope. Bob had another spicy notion. Next was our visit to, not a dog park, but a dogging park. Again, I have the Internet to thank for Bob learning about this apparently British sport, which savvy online viewers have imported to the States. Bob researched on the Internet and made discreet inquiries locally. He found a county park that was secluded enough that the general public had not heard about it, but some sexual adventurers had. Besides, who visits a secluded park in the country at night?
It was an evening in mid-June; with Daylight Saving Time, even dusk did not arrive until about 9. Bob chose my attire: a green miniskirt that came to mid-thigh when I was standing and rode up almost to my panties when I sat down. Bob said I wouldn't need to worry about panties. He wouldn't let me wear a bra, either. My short-sleeved peasant blouse had a rather low elastic neckline that could easily be stretched and pulled down to expose my breasts.
As I prepared supper, my legs were already shaking. Bob made me a double whiskey and ginger ale to relax before supper. Still, I was too nervous to eat much, although I did drink a glass of wine. At about 7, he treated my inhibitions with another double whiskey and ginger ale. At about 7:30, we drove off to the dogging park. It was deep in a rural part of the county, the chief appeal being forest, a pond and a stream. The parking place was an expanse of gravel. Two other cars were present.
"Maybe it's just a Lovers' Lane." I suggested hopefully.
"Those are for beginners! This is for veteran sex maniacs!" Bob assured me.
He parked about 100' from the nearest car. At about 8, it was still light enough for people to see through our un-tinted windows. Bob played some mood music from a thumb drive at low volume so that we could hear and be heard outside the car. We pushed our seats back. Bob reclined my seat. We looked around but saw nobody. He ran his fingers through my tresses and kissed me, more and more ardently. The scene and my acquiescence, had already given him a hardon.
For Bob, some kissing and caressing seemed to be the short subjects or ads, before showing the feature entertainment. There would be audience participation. I thought of Aldous Huxley's dystopic novel, Brave New World, where movies were transformed into "feelies" so that the audience could feel physically the action onscreen. With any luck, performers and audience would interact to enjoy real "feelies" tonight.
We watched the other two cars for signs of activity. I doubted I could compete, should there be a younger woman playing. Bob brought his digital camera with a 50x zoom lens and image stabilization. He scanned the scene. A car door opened briefly to expose a woman in her bra and panties. It was enough time for Bob to get a shot: she looked pretty good, sexy and 30 to 40 years old. A man appeared from the bushes and slowly approached. The passenger's window was rolled down. He reached the door, gazed inside and then reached for the woman. Bob trained his zoom on them.
"It looks like he's feeling up her tits and, reaching further for pussy!"
"Why don't we just watch her and then go home for me to think about participating?"
My palms were becoming damp, but so was my pussy. Bob pulled my blouse down to just above my nipples. My skirt was already almost showing my pussy.
"Open your door wide for a minute while I feel you up!"
I did.
"For how long?"
"Count 60 seconds before you close the door."
I thought I'd be relieved if I didn't hook a guy, but I wondered if I'd feel disappointed to fail. I leaned back in my reclined seat. Bob resumed kissing and caressing me. He'd look up and outside frequently. I was about to suggest that we accept defeat, when a man materialized from the foliage.
"You have a fan! Open your window and wave to him!"
"This is your idea! You wave him over."
"Alright, but roll your window down all of the way!"
That I could manage. He looked to be middle-aged, of medium height with a bit of a paunch and creepy. Maybe it wasn't he but the situation that felt creepy to me. The man shuffled up to my window. Bob, to show his connivance in my seduction, pulled my blouse down to expose my tits completely. I felt I was blushing. The man smiled. I smiled. He reached for a tit. My nipples had never been more erect and seemed to beg for his attention! I trembled as he slowly reached for me. He lightly caressed my right tit and brushed his fingers over my nipple, which gave me shivers and goose bumps and sent an electric charge through my body, right down my thighs to my pussy! He cupped and hefted my tit approvingly.
"Your wife has lovely big tits, so soft and smooth!"
He reached for the left tit and then had one in each hand. Bob continued to caress my thighs.
"Beautiful legs, too! No wonder you like to show her off!"
He moved one hand to my right thigh.
"She needs two pairs of hands to do her justice! You can open her door if you want to explore further," my helpful hubby said.
He pulled the door wide open and reached for my thighs, feeling me up their outsides and then their insides. The two men were heating me up! He coaxed my thighs apart until my skirt was up to my hips and my pussy was fully exposed.
"Lovely! Mind if I pet your pussy?"
Bob urged me to turn around facing him for full access. Then my hubby spread his wife's legs invitingly wider. The guest ran his fingers through my bush, which gave me a tickling tingling sensation. His fingers searched and soon found my entrance. He sucked on his middle finger and then rubbed it up and down my slit, deeper and deeper until he touched and spread open my inner labia. He rubbed between them and over my clit. My psychological thrill added to his exciting touches to moisten my sex. He penetrated my pussy and finger-fucked me to the brink of an orgasm. Then, he pulled out to smell my fragrance and taste my nectar.
"You have a tasty cunt!"
"Thank you!" I blurted out.
Then he knelt down, kissed my pussy and began licking up and down my inner labia and over my clit. I was close to cumming when he thrust his finger back into me. Then I came, cried out my pleasure and even squirted, which is rare for me!
"Do you have a hardon for my wife?"
