Not your normal all singing, all dancing encounters with guys with ten inch cocks and a spunk bath. But absolutely true. My wife Liz and I had been apart for the weekend and had exchanged a desire for a bit of fun when she got home. She had left a suspender belt hidden beneath my pillow and a message that we could have fun when she returned. When I got back from town late that afternoon she was home and tidying up (I thought it looked fine), we kissed and cuddled and I said I loved the surprise she had given me and I had bought some new stockings to attach to them while i was in town and was she up for a bit of fun that night. Her smile gave its answer. I had left a note for when she got home that i would love her to do some flashing and for someone to see her lovely body when we were out. I cooked our evening meal as a treat for her and to allow her some time for a bath and to get ready. At around eight thirty she came down in a kilt and black top. Her new stockings showing she must also be wearing the stockings. We drove into York, about ten miles away to visit a pub and listen to music which was an open mic night, some good, some nervous. We stayed around half an hour then I suggested we left as I had been stroking her bum as we stood watching the players. It was a reasonably well attended session but mostly couples and the seats were taken. While playing with her bum I felt the suspender belt but no knickers. We left and got back in the car and drove round. York is littered with CCTV cameras so any street flashing was decidedly not an option. I took us down to a car park which also had its share of intrusive cameras so I mentioned maybe a riverside walk would be nice as it was so mild. We set off along the towpath and I could see and hear people on the opposite bank but nobody on our side. As we left the houses on our bank we were heading towards a dark open grassed area with no buildings except a couple of schools and some playing fields. i knew there were a couple of footpaths leading down from houses further up the slope but apart from dog walkers or lone cyclists there would not be too many people around. We were around ten minutes away from the car when in the dull light i made out a figure sitting on a bench. As we neared, I saw he was alone and whispered to Liz there was someone to our right. She said she had seen him, my hand meanwhile was stroking her bum and as we passed, I lifted her kilt and flashed her bum and suspender belt. I was excited by this and a little farther along the footpath, just on a bend I stopped for us to kiss and allow me to lift her skirt right up. i turned her so her body was back to the seated person about twenty yards away. i knew we would be sillhouetted by lighting on the far bank but otherwise invisible. Seeing a bench nearby she guided me up to it and we kissed some more and I fingered her lovely wet cunt. Our audience of one was off his bench and walking slowly towards us. I continued playing with her body and he passed us by about five metres away, nothing was said. i asked Liz if he been watching and she said yes he had been staring and had slowed down and taken a good look at me fingering her. I was now extremely turned on and slipped my cock out. He had moved slowly away and was out of sight. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. She allowed me to get it off her and I said we ought to carry on in the same direction, which had my wife uncovered from the waist down, her black suspender belt contrasting with her skin, stockings in black too made her sexy cunt look beautiful and unmistakable in the hazy moonlight. I would have loved the light to become brighter but the lack of streetlights on the footpath was still hugely erotic. We walked on expecting the voyeur to have stopped and returned for a second look but we kept walking until we passed one of the footpaths leading to houses. We were now close to a boathouse and then he appeared again. Liz said 'He's here' he was fifteen yards away and would pass us with Liz closest to him. The path is not wide and so he would certainly see her naked cunt unless he was blind drunk. But as he was not walking in an unfit way apart from being very slow, which i cannot blame him for at all, I would have wanted plenty of opportunity to gaze upon a sight like that if I had stumbled on it. We passed slowly and I took a look at him, though i could not make out where his eyes were looking, I think I know exactly what he was doing. We got a few metres past him and I led her to a gate where I hung her kilt over it and turned her to face the gate, offering my still out cock to her wet slit. I slipped inside and she pushed back enthusiastically, taking my shaft and sighing as I penetrated. We fucked for a few minutes before my intense excitement boiled over, filling her with several excited shots of cum deep inside her. Satisfied we relaxed and cleaned up. I reluctantly handed her kilt back to her and she put it on. We returned to the car and our voyeur passed us again as he returned in the opposite direction having taken too long to turn round and find us fucking. We got home and i thanked her for being such a lovely sport and giving me a fantastic thrill, simple and a bit vanilla-ish though it was compared to half the things that go on in these electronic pages.