Before I was married I was a little slut. I say little as I’m fairly petite and only 5’ tall. I’m now mid 40’s but still have a trim size 8 figure and my 34 c boobs are still fairly firm and really stick out in my slim frame and always get noticed which I love. My nipples are huge and literally stick out 2cm so can be clearly seen through most items of clothing other than my padded bras. I’ve been called cute and pretty and usually fairly shy. Guys were always shocked when they got me into bed as I go from cute and shy into a slut and would do almost everything imaginable! Anyway I’m now married and until this was totally faithful, although I’ve had many offers over the years. In my mind though I’m still a slut and have all sorts of lewd fantasies, for example One of my favourites is being tied up and a big group of guys taking turns with me using every hole and treating me as a piece of meat for their pleasure. You may have guessed from what I have said so far that I love to be completely dominated by strong alpha males and totally submissive to them. This was what I have always been like and now sadly just what I fantasise about. The more dominant the male the more I would let him control me and do whatever he demands. As I have a filthy mind and vivid fantasies i love reading these stories and would often play with myself reading the good ones and imagine I am the woman in the story. What I have just done in real life is fairly mild compared to my fantasies but as I have been so good for so many years it gave me a massive thrill, and made me crave more real life adventures. So with lockdown I have become unbelievably sexually frustrated. My husband likes quite a lot of sex but not as much as me. I guess I have been content through my marriage as sex with him was good but I always pleasured myself every day whilst he was at work. I would watch porn and read these stories but most of all my mind was playing out the dirtiest of fantasies whilst my fingers or sex toys were working their magic on my clit and in my pussy. The problem with lockdown is I can not longer do this as my husband is working from home and as I’m not the quietest and we have a tiny house he would hear me. So I’ve become hornier and hornier, still playing out the fantasies but not being able to pleasure my pussy. Luckily the weather had been good so I’ve got back into riding my bike. That has allowed me to find quiet spots off the road to pleasure my pussy. As it got warmer I’ve worn less and less and started to “accidentally” flash male cyclists or walkers giving me a bit of the thrill I’ve been missing. The day this event happened was a week or so ago with the weather in the 20’s which always makes me even hornier. I shaved my pussy bald as no one to wax it for me. I have always loved the feel of no hair, and the extra thrill i know it gives most guys. I put on my tiniest white sexy see though g-string and for the first time in this country wore no bra. I have only done this occasionally on holiday before. Over the top I wore a skimpy short summer dress. Then to hide the fact I had no bra on to my husband I put on a little cardigan. This was also in case I saw anyone I knew nearby. I had a little rich sack with some essentials - water and sun tan cream that comes in a bottle that is perfectly shaped as a sex toy replacement, although very big which adds to the thrill of me inserting it if I find anywhere private enough! My husband was on a conference call so didn’t even notice me leave. Feeling horny as hell I started cycling. I had mastered the art of not flashing when passing families etc but revealing more when guys were around. Being a bit bi curious in my old age I also found myself revealing a lot of leg and possible glimpses of my g-strings to attractive women. But it was always guys that blatantly checked me out and that thrilled me. It wasn’t until I was on the outskirts of town that I took my cardigan off and placed it in my rucksack. I stopped and did it deliberately in front of a guy who was walking my way. As I opened my cardigan to take it off he was a car length away and I knew my nipples were rock hard and would be very visible through the flimsy dress. I could see he was staring at them and as I opened my ruck sack I knew my boobs were jiggling around. His eyes were glued on my boobs and like most guys didn’t even disguise the fact he was staring. As I was standing astride my bike my dress was down so sadly I wasn’t flashing anything above my thoughts to him. What was a shame was that this guy was ugly. He clearly liked me and even made a comment about me looking nice and summery. I said thank you and he made a comment about me making the right decision to take off my cardigan as it was so hot. I was horny and knew this guy was really checking me out which I loved but decided I wanted better looking guys to chat and flirt with. So I rode out of town and into the country and along a tow path where lots of people were waking or cycling. My boobs were jiggling all over the place and my nipples were hard and on display through my flimsy dress. I was soaking wet and loved being dressed like a slut and being checked out. Further along it going quieter with less walking that far but still quite a few cyclists. I became braver and each time a lone male approached from the other way I made sure they had a view of my tiny white g-string as I would lift one leg higher than the other, pull my dress up a bit and stop peddling. A really good looking guy about 30 really checked me out and said good afternoon. I soon realised that after passing he turned around and was following me. As he pulled level we started chatting and he was very flirty and confident. Within minutes he was telling me I looked stunning and that seeing me had made his day. He had Lycra cycling shorts and appeared to have a very large bulge which I tried to discretely check out as we cycled. Soon he was telling me I had amazing tits and that he wished more women would go out braless. I was so horny I flirted outrageously back. I didn’t care that he was so young I just loved his confidence. I told him he was very good looking with a great body and that I loved fit guys in Lycra as it showed off their body. This gave him the green light to go further and he started really chatting me up and after noting my wedding ring asking why I was alone. We chatted and flirted and he asked if I fancied stopping and chatting at a safe distance, so we did. As he got off his bike I saw how big his cock was. The Lycra hardly his anything and his cock was clearly visible going a long way down one leg. We sat opposite each other and I let my dress ride up and slightly parted my legs. He didn’t miss a trick and pointed out that this was the second time he could see my white knickers and that they looked very sexy. I closed my legs calling him a perve but not on a way that would put him off. He complained I had closed my legs and asked if he could have another flash. So seductively biting my lip I parted my legs a bit before clamping them shut again. He complained but I said it was t private enough where we sat so he said he knew somewhere quieter and we rode off. That is when I said he had a very impressive bulge and he loved that and called me a perve for looking. He then suggested that when we stopped again that he would show me his if I showed him mine. I knew I shouldn’t be doing it but found myself agreeing to his request. He found a very quiet spot through some woods and we were alone facing each other. He was very confident and I had already become submissive. He told me to take my pretty dress off and without hesitation stood up, unzipped it and let it fall to the ground standing naked other than my tiny white string that barely hid anything. Being submissive I asked if I could see him and he took his top off revealing his lovely body. His very large cock was now erect and could be clearly seen through his Lycra shorts Sorry husband is now nearby so will finish later