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Furloughed FuckDuring the first few weeks of lockdown the weather was lovely, the drinking as a result flowed and the time on our hands was strange but nice. Like holidaying at home, important to see positives with so much uncertainty around us.My wife loved a bike ride, loved the nice weather and loved a bit of a social drink! So when the sun shone and the restriction of only an hours exercise was relaxed she suggested we pack a rucksack with some drinks and headed out for a cycle in the countryside. She hadn’t long purchased a new pair of leggings, black in colour with a weave style pattern. They tightened everything and I mean in all the right places. Firming her ass and tightly encasing her tight, pert pussy. She’d clearly had a good look in the mirror herself when putting them on as she knew I liked the tight ass look in leggings. On this day, she’d put the skimpiest thong with them though and came down the stairs, turned around and bent over asking, ‘Can’t see through them can you babe?’ She obviously knew the answer before she bent over and was clearly in the prick teasing mood. As she bent forward, I was faced with her shapely size 12 ass, wrapped tightly in her leggings with the sight of a tiny thong running between her cheeks. Her little lump of pussy right there in front of me, sat nicely under the thin strip of material, although her outer lips were just about visible. ‘Can’t see a thing babe!’, I replied. ‘Are you sure?’ she said – safe in the knowledge I could see absolutely everything. It was unusual as she didn’t mind me seeing her body through clothing at home but wasn’t one for displaying her assets publicly. Don’t get me wrong, she loved dressing up and donning a tight dress with heels to reveal her shapely hips and ass, with her 36DD cleavage visual. She had that tease after a few wines in her but that was on nights out, not a daytime practice on a bike ride! As we left on our bikes the sun beat down, almost too hot to cycle but with shorts and a t-shirt on and my wife wearing a small lime green vest top and firm sports bra to accompany her tight leggings, we were dressed appropriately and headed off. We took a route that we’d taken before, nice and quiet, through country lanes and past lots of fields. A very picturesque cycle and not one that you’d see many people on, if any and certainly not common for vehicles.It was now that the second phase of my wife’s prick teasing kicked in. As I looked forward I could see her edge her ass off her saddle and proceed to stand up. The sun behind us and beaming down on her, lighting her up like a performer on stage. She slowly arched her back and pushed her ass back further, displaying her undercarriage of moistness. Her thong now clearly visible and embedded in her ass crack. ‘Fancy a bit of this on your face she said?’ I acted cool, played it down. My cock was not going to be teased so easily, show some discipline, I told myself. We continued to cycle and chat away, taking in the views when we pulled up for a drink of water. At this point my wife said that her tits were really hot and asked if I thought she’d get away with taking her bra off? I remained calm, assured but aware that my cock was now starting to press on the netting inside my shorts. I hadn’t worn any underwear as the netting was sufficient to hold my cock and balls in place – well if it wasn’t constantly teased for the duration of the bike ride! I simply said to her – ‘yes of course you’ll get away with it, how many people have we passed?’. The answer to which was none. She looked at me and asked if I could undo her bra strap. Simple task for me normally but today I fumbled a little. Trying to hide my semi erect penis, we would now be cycling with what she was wearing and to add to that were now going to be her bare ample breasts as her lime green vest clung to them. She continued to drink water from her flask and then for her next prick teasing act!! She rather deliberately, in my mind, spilled water from her flask and let it drip onto her vest top, right onto her breasts. My wife had both nipples pierced, subtly with gold bars and whilst I loved seeing them through her clothes she was always a little more reluctant to display them to everyone. Not today by the looks of things, although we’d not passed anyone yet so she was probably thinking on a law of averages basis when she proceeded to make her top wet, clearly displaying her large breasts and making her piercings visible beneath. She swiftly put her bra in her rucksack, top back on her water bottle and said ‘cmon let’s crack on’ as she mounted her saddle and pushed off. As I pulled away, I became aware of a van approaching from behind so I slowed down. We were approaching a hill so I knew it would pass by quickly. I was keen to catch up with my wife and see if she had any side boob on display but until the van passed that wasn’t happening. The van proceeded to pass me with two men in and as I was just about to shout ahead warning her of the van, my wife stood up tall on her bike, pushed her hips and arse back, arched her back and gripped her handlebars whilst saying ‘imagine fucking me like this with my tits swinging freely as you pound my pussy’! The van was pretty much adjacent to her and the passenger had their window down. I wasn’t sure if my wife had heard the van and judging by her comment I’d say she hadn’t. I expected the van to pull past her and my wife to sit down but the van slowed and my wife stayed standing with her ass still showing and her skimpy thong just visible. As we hit the hill it was now clear that the van was just going canlı bahis to trail my wife. She didn’t look back, just continued to peddle in a standing position. Should I catch her up and tell her that she was being watched, or should I just let the two have their moment of fun. Being a gentleman, I opted for the latter and continued to trail my wife and the van, watching her continue to peddle with what seemed to be an increased writhing of her hips. I got a little closer and suddenly noticed her boob that I thought may be on show. One 36DD breast quite clearly on show from the side largely down to the hill incline that was forcing our bodies to lean into the hill. Pendulous in its swing, in time with her peddling. No wonder the van didn’t pass, I thought to myself. As we approached the top of the hill and a widening in the road the van started to speed up and edge past my wife. At this point she came to a halt and then turning slightly around to look back at me. Her top clung to her breasts, her nipples visible. The van driver beeped his horn, his passenger raising an arm out of his open window as if to say thank you for the view. The prick teasing had worked, I was now as stiff as a board in my shorts, somehow turned on by the little display my wife had just given but I was adamant I wouldn’t show it yet, so I stayed seated in my saddle, tucking my hard cock up under the waistband of my shorts and continued to cycle, passing my wife with a wry smile. We reached a point of around 5 miles and decided that we’d try and find a field to have a beer in. Thirsty from the heat and a little horny from the sun, I scanned the hedges looking for a suitable field. Only a little way down the road was a turning into a public bridleway with a sty onto a footpath that went across the fields. The walk extended to the sea so would normally be quite busy but I guess with lockdown and only just out of the one hours exercise period, people were still not as active. We found a spot off the road and cracked open our beers. We chatted over a couple and I couldn’t help but continually stare at my wife’s tits as her vest top clung to them with the heat. Certainly a sight to behold, her nipples clearly on display through her tight vest top. With the sun hot and little breeze my wife decided that she wanted to lay back and sunbathe a little so proceeded to take her trainers and socks off and then rather openly just stand up and slowly drop her leggings, turning away from me as she did it but making sure that I could see her thonged ass and small pussy mound on display under her black thong. I was a little shocked to be honest, normally a little shy, it was clearly the alcohol in the sun that allowed her lose some inhibitions. As she stepped out of her her leggings she picked them up slowly ensuring that she stood back up equally as slowly, making sure she squeezed her pussy lips tightly between her thighs as she rose. She then pulled a little towel from her bag and lay it out on the grass. As she lay down she then shocked me some more as she decided to peel her top over her head, leaving her in just her black thong! I couldn’t help but try and play catch up and decided I should take off my trainers, socks and t-shirt – if you can’t beat them join them I thought to myself. As I looked across, the sun glistened on her painted toe nails and gold ankle bracelet and as I traced my stare up her body the same glisten struck her belly bar and then her two gold nipple bars. Her nipples still seemingly moist from the water she’d poured from her bottle. We were able to see the public footpath across the field and although we were fairly secluded along the fence line I’m sure, that had someone walked along the path and gazed in our direction they’d have seen my wife lying there in just her thong, with her breasts on display. She’d clearly lost any worry of that though as we sipped on our cold beers and she sat up and kissed me on the lips. ‘How about kissing these lips’ she said, as I looked down only the see her holding her thong to one side, her smoothly shaven labia on display. It was a prick tease onslaught now, as she pulled away from our kiss and she slid her fingers under either side of the waistband of her thong and slipped it down over her waist and down to her ankles. She pulled one foot out and let her black thong hang off her other foot as she looked at me and teased me by dangling it in the air as it hung of her toes. I was now feeling somewhat warmer and thought it was about time that I attacked back. I’d done my best to hide the various stages of my cock stiffening so far that day but now it was about time to show her my solid length, so in attempt to regain some control I stood confidently and pulled my shorts off, making sure I was stood relatively close to my wife’s face. I wanted my straining cock to spring in the direction of her face, not hit her but make her see it up close! As my cock sprung from my shorts my wife tried to grab it with her hand but I swiftly averted her attempt and stepped back. We were now equal, kind of – both fully naked in the field, me with my throbbing cock and my wife with her shaven pussy lips and just a small line of public hair running above her tight slit. We both had our beers in our hand and chinked our bottles as if to say ‘snap’! My wife had already surprised me with her exhibitionism so far that day and although we’d had public encounters of flashing or fucking before, they were often alcohol fuelled or at night, not broad daylight with just a few sociable beers. But with the sun beaming down it was bahis siteleri now a case of new territory. Was that it, would we lie there and finish our beers, make it just the strip tease that it had been so far then head off home!? My question was quickly answered – as I looked across and saw my wife shuffle her bum back towards the fence and take her towel with her. She readjusted her position and proceeded to part her legs, now sat leaning against the fence. She slowly and seductively sipped her remaining bit of beer and very deliberately allowed it to trickle from her mouth down between her cleavage as the small trickle continued to run down to her tiny strip of pubes and onto her lips. She slid her cold beer bottle down her torso, brushing her nipples and slowly traced the base of the bottle down to her parted lips. Her clit seemed large already so brushing her cold beer bottle on her hood ensured that it glistened and almost throbbed in front of my very eyes. I was now oozing pre-cum from the tip of my shaft, very much enjoying my wife’s new found exuberance on display. As I looked across, her legs wide apart, knees bent with her feet planted on the floor. She was slowly rubbing her tits, tweaking each of her nipples with her thumb and forefinger, the cold beer bottle just resting on her open pussy lips and clit. I slowly started to wank my hard cock ensuring that I squeezed it at the end of each meaningful stroke, making sure that the pre-cum was visible for my wife to see. She loved my pre-cum and before long she asked if she could taste it!? So I slowly moved towards her and offered my throbbing cock up to her mouth. She instantly licked the first drops from my cock hole and swallowed. ‘Anymore for me’ she asked, to which I squeezed again – producing another runny globule of pre-cum. This time she took her hand from her breast and took the bubble of clear juice onto her fingers and moved it down towards her pussy lips. I immediately took a step back, keen to get a visual of my wife’s parted legs. She then took her other hand from tweaking her nipple and parted her pussy lips widely so that I could fully see her moistening hole. Her clit was engorged as her other hand dripped my pre-cum over her clit. She very slowly and deliberately rubbed firmly with her forefinger and middle finger, coating her clit in my clear juice. I was now wanking more assertively and as my wife stood I was ready to go and fuck her. This was not in her mind though as she told me to wait. ‘I want you to carry on wanking slowly’ she said, ‘pretend that you’ve caught me playing with myself in the field’! My cock stiffened more, if that was possible. I loved my wife talking dirty and although she didn’t do it often, when she did, it aroused me in a way that I couldn’t explain. Talking of her fantasies, our fantasies, sexually charged filth spouting from her lips was such a turn on. I found it very close although I knew she found it difficult. I’m unsure why as it was often only a few sentences before I was spurting cum from my cock when she engaged in some dirty talk. She knew I loved it. Today was different though, as she bent over the fence, in a doggy style position and placed her feet wide apart, bending and pushing her arse and open pussy backwards for a great view. ‘Wank that cock nice a slowly for me, make sure you don’t get caught though’, she said. I carried on the role play, ‘why are you out here’ I asked. ‘I was cycling back from a friends house and stopped for a wee, I was meant to meet my husband halfway’ she replied. I couldn’t help but instantly up the role play story ante – ‘so why are you naked and fingering your cunt?’ was my rather coarse repost. I didn’t expect an answer to this one, she’d often clam up a little and take a steadier approach. Not today though. She immediately responded with ‘I’d stopped for a wee and the heat clearly got me horny, so I decided to strip off for a little sunbathe and surprise him by telling him to meet me in this field, I didn’t expect to get caught fingering my wet cunt, I love sticking my fingers inside my wet hole and I know my husband loves it too’. I was a little taken back at her directness at this point.We continued to play with ourselves and exchange some comments but at that point I happened to glance across the field. I took a double take as I could see a man with a lady looking down towards where we were. I nearly choked and my instant thought was to put some clothes on and tell my wife. They had stopped on the footpath and in looking closer I was convinced that she was wanking him off!? Torn with what to do, I decided to change my tact. It could have gone two ways I thought to myself, unnoticed by my wife or very much noticed and no doubt ended in her going mad at me not telling her. It would have been the last time for sure, was my thought!Feeling horny although with a new found apprehension, I thought ‘fuck it’, literally, and I moved towards my wife. She asked me what I was doing. ‘I’m coming to fuck you and finish what you started before I caught you fingering your cunt, that ok?’ I asked. Her response – ‘Come and stick your stiff cock in my dripping hole and fuck me hard’. I needed no second invitation and momentarily I forgot about the couple across the field as I entered my wife from behind. Her pussy was soaking, I could feel her juices running out of her and I asked her if she’d cum already? She said she hadn’t but was so horny with the situation. She told me to lie on the towel as she continued to hold onto the fence in front of her, making sure my head was positioned bahis şirketleri under her pussy. Imagine the sight for the couple, looking down the field, me lying feet facing them with a raging hard-on, with my wife now about to squat her dripping pussy right onto my face. As she positioned herself right on my nose, she slowly but firmly rubbed her soaking pussy all over my face, making sure she rubbed over my mouth and nose, allowing me to lap her juices as I probed her hole with my tongue. She applied pressure and very carefully shuffled so that her ass hole was now right on my mouth. I instantly slid my tongue in and licked frantically. Her writhing now increasing as she removed one hand from the fence and started to rub her clit firmly in time with her bucking on my face, from ass to pussy, pussy to ass, with a speed clearly displaying her enjoyment of both. Now was my gamble – ‘what if I told you we were being watched, would that make you cum?’ I asked. Half expecting her to stand bolt upright and half expecting her to at least question whether we were being watched. I eased her off me with my hangs and pushed her to a standing position, looking up the field to see if the couple were still there. They were and it now seemed they were playing with each other. Him now with his shorts lowered, his cock being wanked quite vigorously and her with one breast out and her husbands hand clearly up her skirt. My wife’s response wasn’t either that I’d expected and she was clearly still in the dirty talk frame of mind and thought that my question was part of the role play. ‘If they are watching then come and fuck me, let them see you fuck your wife like she wants it, I want you to fuck my ass hole’. She normally liked a little lube before anal but today her pussy juices were soaking, my cock was running the full length of my shaft as she took it forced her pussy right back on it, impaling herself on my length. I grabbed her hips and thrust firmly in and out. ‘I told you to fuck my ass, I’ll fill my pussy my fingers, come on just fuck my ass’! I instantly obliged and as I stood there I exited her dripping cunt and positioned my cock by her tight ass hole. She almost simultaneously thrust her hips back and I slid relatively easy into her ass. Her pace quickened. I told my wife they were playing with each other. ‘Let them watch, keep fucking my ass as I’m gonna cum and I want you to fill my tight hole with your hot spunk’! She said. I grabbed her hips firmly and rose slightly on to my tip toes to adjust my position, ensuring that my wife was filled from the tip of my shaft right to the base, pushing hard inside as I fucked her. Her pussy juices were now dripping down her thighs as I could hear her thrash her fingers across her clit and plunge them in her pussy. I could could feel her ass tighten. I saw her grip on the fence firm up and knew that she was close. I fired hot cum deep inside her, her legs buckling slightly at the same time, causing her to bring her stance together in an attempt to steady her body. Her pussy oozed juices. I kept my cock inside her tight ass for a bit and once she’d regained her stance fully she asked me to stay in her ass. ‘I want to cum again, pull my nipples she asked’. She then proceeded to rub her clit for all it was worth. ‘Squeeze my nipples’ I heard her say. ‘Pull a little harder’ she begged. My cock was still firm in her ass as I slowly guided it in and out but before I’d even got to 4 or 5 strokes, I felt her ass tighten and her hand slow on her pussy. She squeezed her legs together with her hand clutching her pussy as my cock slid from her ass. Thinking we were done but still feeling horny as fuck, my wife very quickly turned and dropped to a squat position, feet planted firmly with her open cunt oozing juices. She grabbed my semi erect cock and started to wank it off! She seemed intent on making sure I matched her in terms of cumming twice. Very quickly she took my cock in her mouth and switched between sucking and wanking firmly, ensuring she rubbed her thumb on the underside of my shaft. I was so sensitive that it wasn’t long before I could feel I was going to cum. ‘I want to see your cum on my tits’ my wife said. ‘Cmon, show me your cum, all over my tits’. As my body tightened and I squeezed my ass cheeks and surprisingly shot a thick load a semen all over my wife’s tits. I was surprised with the amount and in truth a little shocked at how much there was. My wife was literally there in front of me covered in my thick mess, her ass hole dripping my cum and her pussy still pulsing from the thrashing she’d given it with her own hand. I started to panic a little at that point thinking that this was the moment she’d turn round and see the couple across the field. As I looked up though they were moving across the path, almost out of sight. I stood behind her and squeezed her with a warm embrace and kissed her neck. She were clearly still horny as she took one hand down between her legs and cupped our juices in her hand and slowly rubbed them across her breasts, smothering her nipples as tiny bits of cum hung off each nipple. The other hand caressing my cock, whispering that she wanted me again at home that evening but this time not being watched by anyone!! I was a little tongue tied to be honest as I didn’t know whether she was still referring to the story we’d just played out or the reality that there had actually been a couple watching all along and she knew!? I decided to leave it at that as we put our clothes on and instead exchanged conversation of how hot the sun was.On the cycle home I was continually tempted to ask her whether she knew about the couple bringing each other off whilst watching us but felt it best to leave it as it was. After all we’d both thoroughly enjoyed our furloughed ride in the sun!!

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