The Making of Michelle – Part 1

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“Fancy going for a walk, honey?” I asked Michelle, my gorgeous wife. It was one of those warm, sunny days where the delights of the countryside beckoned. And I was horny! “Okay, love,” Michelle replied. “Where do you want to go?” “Just somewhere quiet in the country,” I replied. Somewhere you can get your clothes off, I thought. If there was one thing that got me going, it was my wife showing off her lovely body to anyone around. Not that she did – it’s just that I dreamed she would one day. I wondered if I’d get lucky today as she certainly looked the part. Maybe the sunshine had brought out the best in her. Just a thin, strappy skimpy pink top, with no bra. Her nipples standing out like chapel hat pegs. Down below was the shortest, tightest pair of sexy shorts that you could imagine. More like a pair of short-shaped knickers (panties) than a pair of shorts. I could just about get a view of the lower part of her bum cheeks sticking out of the bottom of the short legs. She looked fantastic. I could hardly stand without my hard cock showing through my shorts. We’d only driven a few hundred yards en-route to the countryside, when Michelle announced that it was hot – and promptly removed her top. I nearly swerved into a car coming in the other direction, but luckily regained control before anything nasty happened. She’d never done anything like this before. I was stunned. Not that I was complaining. I could hardly speak. Eventually a few inane words hoarsely ankara travesti crept out of my mouth, “You look great, darling.” What else could I say? She smiled and stroked the inside of my leg, nearly causing another car crash. Somehow we made it into the countryside in one piece. I’d managed to get my brain under control by then, unlike my cock which was still standing up. As Michelle got out of the car, still topless, I croaked “Dare you to take off the rest of your clothes and go walking naked?” Much to my amazement, she said, “okay,” and stripped off her skimpy shorts and thong. Standing completely naked next to the car she threw the tiny bits of fabric inside and asked me if I was ready to go. I nodded and locked all her things in the car before she could change her mind. She had nothing at all with which to cover herself should anyone else be walking along the path we were on. “What shall I do if we should meet anyone else on this path?” she asked. “You’ll just have to brazen it out and carry on as though they can’t see you,” I said. She looked simply lovely as she walked along the path. I could hardly take my eyes off her. Never would I have done more than dream about what my lovely wife was doing and yet, here she was, completely naked in a, albeit quiet, but nevertheless, public place. I thought I was dreaming and had to get a grip on myself to make sure I wasn’t. My cock was certainly awake! I was just hoping that we might find a quiet little ankara travestileri hiding place where I could give her a good fucking when we rounded a bend in the path to find another couple walking towards us – and not far away. I thought Michelle was going to run for it, but I was wrong about that too. I dropped a step behind ostensibly to give the other couple room to pass, but really intending to give them a good view of my naked wife who, give her full marks, wasn’t making any attempt at all to cover up and kept her hands well out of the way so they could see everything of her. As they came closer, I could see the guy couldn’t believe his eyes – they were practically standing out on stalks. The girl had a big smile on her face, so I could see they weren’t in the least offended. When we got close, the girl said to my wife, “I wish I had the nerve to do what you’re doing, you look great.” I couldn’t believe it was my wife speaking when she answered, “Well, take your clothes off and join us, it’s really not all that difficult and we are the only ones here.” The girl looked at her husband, seeking his opinion. “Go for it, honey, if that’s what you’d like to do,” he responded. She looked around, checking that no one else was around, then somewhat shyly she turned round, facing her husband and took off her top. She was wearing a black, half-cup bra underneath and this went the same way as the top. She pulled her jeans down next, bending to show travesti ankara me the lovely shape of her bum with just the string of a thong showing between her bum cheeks. I could hardly take it. Wow! I thought I’d died and gone to paradise. One girl naked and the other almost there. She slipped her thong down her thighs from where they dropped around her shapely ankles. Stepping out of these bits of string, she announced that she was ready to join us for our walk. My heart was working overtime. Two completely naked girls to look at. Two, gorgeous shapely bums wiggling in front of me as we walked. Enough to drive a guy crazy. After a few hundred yards we came to a gap in the trees that led into a secluded clearing. “Let’s have a break for a while,” announced Michelle. I promptly spread out our large blanket for us to sit on. By now, it seemed as though she’d lost all her inhibitions and lay back, propped up on her elbows, with her legs open and her beautiful shaved pussy on show to us all. I’d never seen my wife in anything like this state before. She didn’t care that the three of us were looking at every intimate part of her body. In fact, the more we looked the more she seemed to like it, smiling at us all by way of encouragement. By this time we’d found out that the names of our new friends were Ian and Penny. While we’d been walking, the two girls had been chatting away to each other as though they were lifelong friends and I’d been sounding Ian out and told him that I’d be quite happy for him to fuck my wife if she was up for it. I figured that Michelle must be very horny or she wouldn’t have done anything like this and it was a good chance to see one of my other fantasies come true.

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