Before marriage we had a vigorous sex life, neither of us able to get enough. My petite auburn haired small breasted, tight bottomed babe of a girlfriend, a Nurse by day and nymphomaniac by night. Well, mostly. Shift patterns may well have changed that round a bit. Now my wife, many happy escapades over the years and hopefully more to come. One Friday she turned up at my office when on a week of nights. She’d brought lunch and we were only a ten minute drive from wooded countryside. We headed for a car park we knew of, she brought blanket and picnic basket. Lunch didn’t take long and from the glint in her eye it was obvious she had other things on her mind. She stood pulled her long white gypsy dress over her head. Stood only in stockings she smiled “What do you think?” pointing at her nether regions. “couldn’t resist when I was in the shower”. Not a hair in sight. Seconds later I was naked, lapping at her wet pussy, her juices flowing freely. She was moaning and hanging onto my hair with some force lifting her bottom forcing her crotch to my mouth, moaning loudly. And then she came, a gushing torrent, slimy and wet and wonderful. I gave her a minute, “Hop on Andrew” she summoned me. We were moving together, needy and slowly grinding pubic bones together when Linda paused and looked around her. “Hear that?” “No”, I was still moving and she re-joined me. Then more rustling of twigs and grass. We stopped without disengaging, glanced around but could see nothing so continued. Next time we looked it was too late to stop ourselves, we moaned loudly together as we orgasmed. We lay still for a moment, exhausted by our exertions. When I rolled over and Linda sat up we both saw simultaneously what had been causing the rustling sound. A bloke walking his dog, dog tied to tree 20 yards off, he stood on 5 yards from us dick in hand. Linda, “Oh come here you poor old thing, you can’t go home to the wife like that”. I was somewhat shocked to put it mildly. This old bloke (must have been no more than 40 but we were only early 20’s) came over to Linda. She took him in hand, stood up and let him paw her boobs. Less than a minute and he shot his load. With a “Thank you” he smiled did up his trousers, collected his dog and walked off. “What the fuck was that?” I asked a little annoyed. “I’m a nurse because I like helping people And. Poor old sod needed a hand. I view it not as a sexual thing, more like wiping a bottom of some poor old dear or pointing a willy to a bed pan. No harm done”. “Do you wank off your patients too?” I asked still annoyed. “No, that would be unprofessional. But I’m not at work and still like helping people”. I couldn’t entirely buy it but she smiled, long auburn curly hair fluttering in the light breeze of summer, green eyes sparkling. I couldn’t stay angry. We tidied up, Linda cleaning her hands on some wipes we kept in the car. Some 30 years later we are still happily married.