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Fun In The Park
by Leon Randall (stochastic99@hotmail.com} 

***

A married couple live out their fantasy with a guy they 
met on the internet. (MF/M, mast, voy, outdoors, 
swingers)

***

Author Note: If you are under the age of 18 or otherwise 
forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted 
erotic material, please do not read this. 

***

We had our eyes fixed on him. With the changing pace of 
his rhythmic stroking, there really wasn't much 
guesswork about what was about to happen but in any 
case, he told us he was going to cum. He had semi-closed 
his eyes, tilted his head back and then made a low 
guttural, almost grunting sound in anticipation. 

Seeing Tony ejaculate, one huge spurt followed by 
several smaller ones pulsing from his engorged knob, the 
white stuff dribbling down his shaft, turned out to be 
as much fun as we'd hoped. To say my senses were 
heightened is an understatement. I was more sexually 
excited than I had been for I don't know how long, and I 
could tell by the way she squeezed my hand and was 
breathing fast that Jan, my wife, who was enjoying this 
scene with me, felt just the same.

Like Tony, we were both naked, feeling the breeze cool 
on our perspiration as we half-reclined in the dappled 
light of a grassy, tree-lined corner of the park. We had 
chosen the spot carefully - neutral ground and secluded 
enough where we could get away with this outdoor "event" 
without interruption (we hoped, though the possibility 
of being discovered by a passer-by added a delicious 
tension). 

We had just watched Tony jerkoff while we indulged in 
some foreplay for his visual enjoyment and our own 
building excitement. That was part of "the deal". 

Now it was our turn to "entertain" him by... what? 
Making love in front of him? That would be the polite 
words for it, but the way we felt at that moment, I 
think "rut each other like rabbits" is closer to the 
truth - and do so while he watched us and enjoyed the 
view.

This scene, with its blankets on the ground, the warm 
balmy day and the bottles of wine we were sharing, was 
the culmination of a fantasy which had later become a 
plan - a plan that had been a long, long time in, if 
you'll pardon the expression, coming about.

Jan and I are in our early fifties, fairly recently 
married, and very happily so. I imagine that most 
readers of these erotic stories are much younger than we 
are and probably think that sex over fifty is a 
revolting idea. Well, let me just say that those who 
think that way will change their minds when the years 
have ticked over for them, too. I am pleased to report 
that we are frisky as rabbits, love each other very much 
and have a great sex life - albeit, a private one which 
doesn't, or at least until now, push any boundaries by 
involving other people.

It's hard to prove this, but if our own life and that of 
our circle of friends is any guide, most people's sex 
lives are much less adventurous than is depicted in 
erotic stories. In our case, we like some porn 
(occasionally), and in that I'm lucky to have a wife who 
shares that taste with me. We're open with each other 
about what we enjoy in sex and eroticism. 

We freely acknowledge to each other that voyeurism is 
enjoyable and, or so it seems to us, a natural 
phenomenon - otherwise, what's the porn industry about? 
We also both share, though perhaps not to the same 
degree (me a bit more than she) an interest in 
exhibitionism, which is the other side of the voyeurism 
experience.

With those thoughts in mind, a couple of years back we 
decided to take a journey into seeing if some of our 
fantasies and desires could be fulfilled in ways that 
were fun, safe and fitted with our views about not 
wanting to join the swingers scene. 

I think we're too committed to and jealous about each 
other for full swinging to be an option for us. We both 
admit to the finding the idea sexy, but both stop short 
of wanting to actually do it, and have the other indulge 
in full-blown sex with a third party. Call us old 
fashioned, but that's just a hang-up we have and we 
don't apologise for it.

So, you begin to see the dilemma: how to find ways to 
involve ourselves in some shared erotic fun before we 
were too old to care, with people we felt safe and 
socially comfortable with and who had similar views 
about the boundaries we were looking for. Basically, we 
were hoping to find a couple who were okay with taking 
it slow and who wanted something along the lines of same 
room, own partner play.

Bless the internet. It provides lots of ways to embark 
on a quest like this, though the journey can still be 
very long (ours has been, anyway) and with false starts 
and dead ends along the way. We put a toe in the water 
on small number of nudist and social relationship 
websites. We eventually discovered Tony on the RedHotPie 
site. If you're not familiar with it, it's basically a 
singles and swingers sex-dating site. 

We had put a profile on there, being honest about what 
we wanted and didn't want. There were a few couples on 
there whose profiles more or less matched our desire for 
fun, and who also wanted safe and slow, and Tony was on 
there, too. Whilst not fitting our match profile, he 
nevertheless contacted us and caught our interest. He 
presented a profile which was quite unusual amidst the 
hundreds of guys looking for casual sex. 

Here was a married 49 year old male within a marriage 
where the sex life was all but gone, yet a wife he loved 
and didn't want to cheat on, in the sense of taking a 
mistress or looking for casual partners for full sex. 
But, he did want some fun and an outlet within those 
bounds he had imposed on himself - basically something 
based around voyeurism and exhibitionism, without 
swapping.

Hmmm. A bit left-field, but interesting. Jan was quite 
taken with the apparent honesty of the profile. Indeed, 
we were both sensitive to the "no sex, we're married" 
situation. It really happens, and to ordinary, everyday 
people. I know. It had been part of my earlier life, 
where I had to rely on porn and masturbation but didn't 
do anything "outside that square" for a very long time 
to change the situation. Anyway, Jan and I talked about 
him in a sympathetic frame of mind and basically arrived 
at a "Hell, why not?" decision. And, I must add that Jan 
mentioned how he possibly held the promise to deliver 
our beach fantasy. Perfect!

We exchanged online flirts and messages, then emails 
followed. These were warm and chatty - and he could 
actually spell and punctuate, something that's getting 
rarer these days. Then we had a phone call and he 
sounded really nice. In the end (it took about two 
months in all) we agreed to meet for a drink at a city 
bar. 

We felt a bit awkward as we set out that day but it 
turned out to be a very pleasant meeting. Despite having 
exchanged pictures, on the day you're never quite sure 
you're going to recognise each other. Thankfully, mobile 
phones did the trick and it turned out we were within 
about two metres of each other when calling to ask, 
"Where are you?" We had to laugh, and that broke the 
ice. 

We settled into a table with a splendid harbour view and 
proceeded to chat, lubricated by a couple of glasses of 
crisp, cold Semillon. Tony was friendly and charming. It 
turned out he was a lawyer with his own suburban 
practice. Although people can pretend to be what they're 
not online, in person he matched-up well with the image 
we had formed of the person we had been getting to know 
by email. Whilst a bit nervous to start, he and we soon 
relaxed, and the conversation moved from small talk to, 
well, "more interesting" territory.

I'm sorry if this is too much detail about the 
background, but I must insert here a remark about how 
strange it is, if you haven't done it before, to meet 
someone in this way and begin a conversation where the 
whole underlying agenda is leading to what is basically 
a sexual encounter, each of us was checking the other 
out. It's quite a surreal experience. Is this guy 
someone I could like? Does that even matter? What's Jan 
thinking? Is she at ease with him? Does she think he's 
attractive? Would she be able to "do the deed" with this 
guy as our audience? Would I? And so on.

When the conversation moved from small talk to the real 
agenda, it was Tony who took the lead. He said he loved 
our profile on the site, thanked us for taking an 
interest in him and for being tolerant and understanding 
of his "situation". That opening led us into the 
conversational territory of relationships, sex and lack 
of it, needs and fantasies. I have never had a 
conversation quite like it, and all three of us, Jan 
included, participated. 

We admitted to liking the idea of being watched, that a 
playing-in-same-room scenario with a couple had been our 
first choice but that hadn't happened, and that being 
watched by a guy was our beach fantasy. Jan added that 
what she liked most about porn was seeing guys 
ejaculate, and that was part of her ideas of the beach 
fantasy. 

When he heard that, Tony grinned like a Cheshire cat, 
saying one of his favourite fantasy was to masturbate 
while being watched. We all felt pretty good that this 
was going to work out. It was time for a third glass of 
wine.

We left our meeting that day with an agreement in 
principle that we'd meet again for our "fun" event one 
day soon. Although we had briefly touched on venue 
ideas, no details were agreed. We anticipated developing 
the plan over the coming days. Jan and I had talked 
about it, and long ago agreed that we didn't want to 
host in our own home any event that may emerge, for lots 
of reasons. For obvious reasons Tony wasn't able to do 
so, either, so we needed to find a neutral venue. 

The nude beach immediately came to my mind, and later 
that very week I went to our usual one and followed some 
of the pathways through the bushland abutting the beach, 
hoping to find a suitable clearing. I was disappointed. 
There was nothing remotely suitable. On weekends Jan and 
I sometimes enjoy a BBQ in a nearby shire park. It's an 
enormous area - a hundred acres or so - with a horse 
arena, football ground, child's play areas, some camping 
sites, and more, all scattered across and between a 
lovely tree-covered rolling landscape. 

That next weekend as we had another of our lunches 
there, it hit both of us that this was likely to be the 
perfect location. Surely, amidst all this, there was a 
place for us to play. Hand in hand we fossicked about, 
looking with fresh eyes and a new agenda at places we 
were familiar with, and following pathways that were new 
to us, discovering parts of this park we had never seen 
before.

We found a spot that looked ready made for us, and we 
felt like naughty school kids discussing its merits. It 
was a fair way towards the park extremities, had trees 
and low scrubby plants on three sides which shielded a 
little clearing behind a low rise in the path that 
rounded the tress and led here. It promised a reasonable 
glimpse out through the trees of anybody coming along 
this way and the little rise afforded some additional 
privacy for the ground on its down-slope. 

Looks like we had our venue. All we needed now was a 
nice quiet week-day date to minimise the number of 
visitors using the place, and some decent weather. And, 
of course, the courage on the day to actually go through 
with it, both for Tony and for us.

As you read right at the beginning, we did it. The day 
dawned, warm and clear but with a little rain expected 
late afternoon. We had chosen a Friday which, since I 
work for myself and Jan is a part-time worker, we have 
off from work most weeks. Tony juggled his diary and we 
arranged to meet him about 11am in the main car park. 

We were making a picnic out of it, and emails had 
decided who would bring what. Wine, plastic glasses and 
holders, cheese and bikkies, ground blankets. Looking 
back, those emails were quite funny, mainly for what 
they didn't say. Anyone reading them wouldn't have 
guessed that erotic show-time was the main agenda.

Jan and I were quite nervous that Friday morning. Around 
9am we exchanged SMS messages with Tony to the effect of 
"good weather, all systems go!" As we had made love the 
night before we'd made some wisecracks about "would Tony 
enjoy watching this?" and, changing positions, "what 
about this?" but now, on the day, we didn't actually 
talk about where we were going and why. 

I think perhaps we were both now a bit embarrassed at 
the situation we had engineered. We just got busy, 
packed our picnic stuff and headed off. For us it was 
only about a 15 minute drive, though much further for 
Tony who had to come from the other side of the city. As 
it happened, we arrived within a couple of minutes of 
each other. 

Our greetings felt a bit stilted to my ears. I think 
Tony was feeling a bit awkward too, now that the day had 
arrived. Amidst small talk about how nice the park was, 
and the weather promising to be balmy, we unpacked the 
picnic materials and Jan and I led the way deeper into 
the park.

We were all pleased to see there wasn't a soul about and 
we all commented on it. Tony made some remark about that 
being a relief as he would be intimidated performing for 
a huge audience and at that we all laughed and the 
tension began to evaporate. It truly is a lovely place 
and our little chosen site was enjoying dappled sunlight 
and a light breeze as we proudly presented it to Tony 
with a sweep of an arm and "ta dahhhh" sound effects. 
"Fantastic," was his response. "Now, what about this 
picnic?"

We set out the couple of blankets, basically adjoining 
but one up hill a little from the other. That was my 
idea, so whoever was sitting on the upper side would be 
likely to glimpse anyone approaching. As we fiddled 
busily with setting out some of the picnic containers, I 
think we were all feeling a bit awkward again. I opened 
a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. It was Jan, 
bless her heart, who broke the ice. "Ok, boys. Let's get 
this show on the road. I see way too many clothes!"

We all laughed, and I felt relieved that Jan's remark 
clarified for Tony and for me that she was comfortable 
to go ahead. I think we all took a large gulp at our 
wine. I refilled, and suggested Tony sit over there on 
the higher blanket, then pulled Jan down with me to 
half-lie on the other one, facing him. I made some 
remark, "With this Dutch courage, I'll start," and began 
to get my gear off. 

Having done the nude beach thing, undressing, of itself, 
was no big deal, but this had a different feel to it. My 
joggers went first, then T-shirt, then board shorts. 
Tony was sitting, sipping his wine, watching me. So was 
Jan. The moment came to step out of my jocks and 
suddenly there I was, stark naked in a public park, my 
wife looking up at me smiling, our new friend Tony 
looking across at me remarking, "Bravely done, Sir!" and 
we all laughed. 

I was standing, about to settle down on the blanket next 
to Jan, when her hand popped up and gave my penis a 
little affectionate flick, and saying, "Hello sailor." 

I had been pretty flaccid to that point, but immediately 
I felt her touch I started to thicken. If you're a guy, 
you know the feeling. I didn't get a full hard-on, but 
as I settled to the blanket with her, I was sporting a 
nice-feeling semi.

I said something to Tony about keeping an eye out for 
intruders as I turned my attention to now to Jan. I was 
definitely warming to the event at hand, and so was Jan 
as she nodded when I asked if I could help her into 
something more comfortable?

"You just enjoy the view for a moment over there," I 
said to Tony as I sat down next to Jan and began to undo 
her blouse. Although we hadn't talked about it prior, I 
can see now that she had dressed for the event, choosing 
clothing both easy to remove and, if necessary, to throw 
back on fast. 

I fumbled with the buttons but got there, Jan just 
smiling and sipping her wine as I did. At last the 
blouse was open all the way, showing bra and skin. I 
eased the blouse off her and carefully put it aside 
(within emergency reach should a passer-by loom along 
the path).

"Looking good from here," Tony remarked. 

"And from here," I added. 

Jan just smiled, and sipped again. The bra was next, and 
I confess to always being a klutz in undoing them. I 
slipped the straps down and eased Jan into a forward 
lean to use both hands on the clasp. "Need help?" she 
asked. 

But I didn't, and then it was off and her lovely (and 
quite large) breasts were free to the air.

I haven't told you much about Jan's physical attributes. 
For her age, she's really lovely. I know that sounds 
like a back-handed compliment, but it's not intended to 
be. She's about 5'5", pretty and blonde (with a little 
help from the hairdresser) with gorgeous fluffy, natural 
waves in her shoulder length hair. She has the prettiest 
eyes, almost green, and striking front teeth - but in a 
beautiful way, giving her a smile to die for. 

We could both afford to lose a few pounds and she has a 
little tummy she's self conscious about, but it doesn't 
detract at all from her. She's got the curves of a 
woman, not a stick insect, a lovely bust and a bottom 
that I am sure Rubens would have painted if he could. 
Overall I think she's gorgeous. The way Tony was looking 
at her and those breasts, he wasn't complaining about 
the view, either.

There's something about guys and breasts. We can't help 
ourselves. As soon as the bra was off, I caressed Jan's 
left breast without even thinking about what I was 
doing, cupping it, feeling its weight, running my 
fingers around the pink aureole, then gently squeezing 
and slightly "tweaking" the nipple in the way I know she 
likes. An "Mmmm," escaped from her, and she settled down 
a little more on the blanket, closer to lying than 
sitting.

I was fully erect now, and throbbing. It crossed my mind 
that this was the first time I'd been in the company of 
another guy with Willie's 6 inches sticking straight up! 
And I didn't care. I was enjoying myself.

"All OK over there in the viewer's stand?" I asked of 
Tony. "No intruders?" "All good here," he said, and made 
a toasting gesture with his glass. "Do carry on." I took 
the advice.

It was time to turn my attention to Jan's lower 
garments. Tony's eyes were fixed on her as I ran my 
fingers down her tummy, over the band of her light 
slacks and gave her pubic area a little rub with the 
palm of my hand through the material. Another "Mmmm" 
gave me permission to continue and with one hand (the 
other arm was propping me up by the elbow) I fumbled 
with the button, got it undone, found the zipper and 
slipped it down a little. 

This is a manoeuvre that all guys will understand and 
also know that at this point you get stuck. I was intent 
on getting those slacks down to the ankles and off my 
lovely wife, and having Tony enjoy the view as they 
peeled away but, with one hand, it basically can't be 
done. Jan, bless her heart, rescued the moment, lifting 
her hips and peeling the slacks down, flexed her knees, 
and in a blink they were off.

"There, that's better," she said, and settled back down 
on the blanket. She was a sexy vision of loveliness 
semi-reclining there, breasts free and tilted a little 
to each side of her torso, the nipples hard and aureole 
nicely crinkled. It could have been the cooling of the 
breeze on her perspiration that did that, but I don't 
think so. I leaned down and gave her left nipple a lick, 
then a suck. This drew another "Mmmm".

All she had on now were her undies, their pink and white 
pattern covering her hairless pubes and the pleasure 
spots within. From where I was lying, I couldn't see her 
mound completely as it was below the horizon of her 
tummy, but Tony could get a pretty good view. He was in 
exactly in the right position. 

I ran my fingers lightly over Jan's pussy. I just love 
the shape of her outer lips, even with material covering 
them. I loved the way they felt puffy, soft and rounded. 
The material of the panties was sheer, so I guessed that 
Tony could see very well the shape of those lips through 
their covering, and the at least the upper part of the 
cleft between them.

Jan sat up then, looked at Tony and said, "Ok, Mister. 
Your turn while I sip on my wine." She tucked her right 
ankle under her other knee, and leaned on one arm, 
holding her glass and taking a sip. I'd almost forgotten 
my wine, and had another large slurp. I was conscious of 
my penis sticking straight up in the air, throbbing with 
that full feeling all guys know so well. I really needed 
to slow myself down a little.

Tony put his wine down, and said, "Ok, you're right. My 
turn." He undressed footwear and shirt first whilst 
sitting, then stood to undo and peel off his slacks. He 
had a good body, more hairy than mine but not grossly 
so, and his little paunch went along well with the fact 
that we all had one of those. 

As his slacks came off, his bikini-style undies came 
into view, and had Jan and me laughing. Emblazoned on 
the black material were the words "Pressure Release 
Valve" in white. There was a substantial bulge behind 
these words and Jan remarked, "So, there's some pressure 
to release, is there?" His reply was to the point. "Oh 
yes. You'll see."

With a quick motion of thumbs in the elastic, Tony 
slipped his briefs down and off. As he did so, his penis 
popped out, erect and bobbing about a little as he 
moved. He looked to be about my size, and maybe a little 
thicker. Tony had a manicured pubic hair zone which 
wasn't fully shaved but his balls and around the root of 
the shaft were hair free. His balls were tight, too, and 
when I saw that I knew that Jan would be pleased. She's 
not one for huge hairy dangly ball sacs.

Now nude, he sat on the blanket again, taking a pose 
much as Jan had done, sitting up. His penis was fully 
engorged, like mine, and pointing directly to his belly 
button, its circumcised knob large and a dark scarlet 
colour. 

"Hmmm, two nice cocks to look at," Jan said. "On with 
the show."

Tony smiled, sipped his wine and brought his right hand 
down to his penis, teasing it a little around the head 
and drawing a finger down the underside of the shaft, 
and then back up. He did this very slowly, and both Jan 
and I were transfixed. 

Without thinking, my hand went again to her panties and 
I rubbed the mound there, firstly drawing my finger up 
and down her cleft, then circling around over her clit. 
From experience I have learned that doing this gently 
outside the material heightens her excitement, and 
builds to the moment when the panties just have to come 
off to give unimpeded access to the flesh within. 

I wasn't conscious of teasing Tony this way - it's just 
something Jan and I do but, in the circumstances, this 
provided a good show for him with the promise of more, 
and was probably more erotic for all of us than simply 
removing Jan's panties in the first moments would have 
been.

As I stroked her, she reached and gave my penis a 
playful couple of strokes with her hand. I had been 
sporting a full hard-on for quite a few minutes now and 
it had that throbbing, heavy feeling in the knob - the 
sort of feeling guys know well - where you just know 
you're oozing pre-cum, even without looking to confirm 
it. Her strokes felt wonderful, and dangerously close to 
climactic. Then she squirmed around, quickly took me in 
her mouth and bobbed up and down, swishing her tongue 
around and under my knob between the up and down stroke. 
I nearly lost my load then and there into her warm, wet 
mouth. 

"Not yet honey," I managed to gasp out. "Tony first." 

She understood, finishing that up-suck stroke, pulled 
her lips from my cock and settled back down. I moved 
back into position beside her and basically went back to 
what I had been doing, stroking and rubbing her gently 
while looking across at Tony, our "show".

"You're looking good from here," Jan said to Tony. 

"I'm feeling good from here," he replied, and took a 
last little swig of the wine before setting the empty 
glass down. "Yes, very good indeed," he added.

I figured the time had come for the panties to go. I was 
pretty sure Tony was going to blow soon and, if he 
didn't, I sure would. I wasn't sure what Jan and I would 
do for our part of the show but, whatever it was, these 
pants had to go, and soon. I eased them down a little at 
the front and whispered, "Care to help again?" to my 
lovely, nearly naked wife. 

She obliged with quick precision and now her pussy, 
hairless and lovely, was bare to my touch and Tony's 
view.

For a few seconds Jan left her legs together as I 
stroked her as before, this time skin to skin, and then 
her thighs parted - at first just a little, then more. 
Tony was staring, and said something like "Very nice" as 
I played with Jan's pussy, now slipping my finger to her 
inner lips, before delving into her vaginal depths, then 
out again. God, she was wet. It felt wonderful to me. It 
must have felt fine to Jan, too, because she moaned, 
first quietly, then more loudly. 

I was in a little rhythm, now, finger slide down, dip 
in, pull out, slowly pull up and dance over the clit, 
then repeat. I wasn't counting, but I must have made a 
couple of dozen circuits of her pussy and clit this way. 
I wasn't hurrying her, but my pace gradually got faster 
and my pressure more insistent. 

I was doing this by feel, looking at Tony and glancing 
now and then to Jan's face out of the corner of my eye. 
She was flushed, and watching Tony intently. Tony had a 
rhythm of his own: a hard down pull, pause, and a slow, 
lighter up-pull. His rhythm was getting faster too. The 
ultimate result of this was inevitable. And then... to 
where we came in to this story. He told us he was going 
to come.

Jan and I watched, enjoying every moment. 

He had semi-closed his eyes, tilted his head back and 
then made a low guttural, almost grunting sound in 
anticipation. Then, there was a huge spurt of semen that 
splattered stickily onto his chest, followed by several 
smaller ones pulsing from his engorged knob, a couple 
landing on his lower stomach and the remainder of the 
white goo running down his shaft. There must have been 
about seven spurts altogether, which is more than I 
normally achieve. Jan broke the moment. "Wow! You've 
been saving up."

Tony grinned, and made some remark about having made a 
mess. Jan responded, "That probably means it's our turn, 
now."

I absolutely was in agreement with that. I was ready to 
explode. As Jan lay back flat out on the blanket, I 
shifted position to kneel between her parted legs, and 
for the first time today was looking directly at the 
pink lips I had been enthusiastically fingering and 
which Tony had devoured with his eyes. "My turn to enjoy 
the show," Tony said. "Damn, I'm out of wine."

There wasn't much finesse in what happened next. I was 
oozing pre-cum. Jan's pussy was positively dripping wet. 
I shifted position onto my knees between her parted legs 
- not a very adventurous position but a reliable and 
enjoyable one - positioned my throbbing cock at her 
entrance and slipped straight in or, I should say, 
plunged in. All they way. She moaned. I moaned. 

I can't remember one thrust being so long-anticipated 
and so pleasurable. I paused, deep within her, then 
pulled back slowly. Tony, who was behind me now, shifted 
position to the side, I presume to get a better view of 
the action.

I was beyond just being sexually excited. I felt on a 
hair trigger. I knew this was not going to be a long 
session, but wanted to not put on a one-stroke show. I 
glanced around at Tony who smiled and gave me a thumbs 
up gesture of approval. I leaned forward, kissed Jan on 
the lips and she kissed me back. 

As she lifted her legs to give me deeper access, I could 
reach down with my lips and suck on her right nipple 
whilst still deeply inside her. It was wonderful. And 
then she started her hip rhythm, taking me along with 
her as she often does, helping set the pace. I don't 
know how long I lasted. Not very.

Along the way I felt Jan's muscles pulse around my 
shaft, and she was moaning in that way I recognise when 
she goes over the brink and the waves start in her 
pussy. Then, as all guys recognise, I had that feeling 
of tipping over the brink myself. My shaft was full of 
semen that had been pushing up and holding there for a 
long time now. That feeling of almost pain was building, 
from way down in my groin, growing and moving upward. 
Orgasm. There's nothing like it, is there? And they 
really do have differing intensities. 

I felt amazing, feeling like I was going to blow my knob 
right off the shaft. And, I reckon the force off what I 
was pumping into the depths of my lovely wife would just 
about blow her head off. It was quite a long one, too, 
though I didn't count the spasms - maybe five or six - I 
had vaguely planned to do what the porno movies do, and 
pull out and ejaculate where Tony could see, but there 
was no way I had that much control.

***

Jan and I lay there like limp dolls, sweaty and sated. A 
call of "Bravo" came from Tony as I slipped out of Jan 
and back more or less to where I'd started. "Very 
enjoyable. Now, how about more wine?"

Tony was close to being hard again, but ignored his 
excited state as we all three relaxed and had a sip or 
two, enjoying the afterglow or what we had just shared.

We were all nude now, and I am pretty sure we were all 
in the mood for more, so it was rather a pity that Tony 
glimpsed some people, still far off through the trees, 
but looking like they might be making their way towards 
us. He made some humorous remark about needing to move 
to "a new form of action stations" and pointed. 

A video of us in the next sixty seconds would be 
hilarious as we all scrambled back into adequate 
clothing. Jan's bra was excluded and stuffed into a bag, 
my briefs likewise. We all looked a bit crumpled and 
dishevelled by the time the people who had been spotted 
hove closer into view and proceeded to walk straight on 
past the little hill fronting our "secret" area without 
so much as a glance our way. 

Their appearance had broken the erotic mood, though, 
that's for sure, but... Oh well, it didn't really 
matter. It might even have been a blessing, letting us 
end the erotic portion of that day on a high note.

It really was a great day. All three of us look back on 
it with a mix of fondness, lust and humour. We all had 
fun. For the period we needed, there were no intruders 
to interrupt our action, the wine was good, the orgasms 
excellent and the company friendly. 

We've met up with Tony twice since then for variations 
on that basic theme and he's become a friend as well as 
a playmate. Maybe I'll write about those subsequent 
encounters another time. For now, I'll conclude by 
saying that our fantasies did get fulfilled that day in 
the park, harmlessly and enjoyably. So, if you're over 
fifty and wondering... try it. It's possible.

END

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