Hi, I hope you enjoy - for earlier parts please search 'Mary'. The mobile phones were a godsend. Peter was in mine as 'Office too – Mob' and although we keep calls to a minimum when he does call the conversation is very similar to that which I have with 'Office – landline' so it never causes any problem. On that first Sunday I had to 'work' at 5am so I was up early, showered and out of the house by 4:30 and going down on Peter less than 30 minutes later in a little wooded car-park about halfway between our two houses. At that time of the morning there are very few people around so Peter made me strip before taking me over to the picnic table, laying me down and making me suck his cock. It was mind blowingly sexy just laying, naked, so close to the road and sucking his cock. When he was rock hard he stood me up and we practised our new skill of fucking while standing up. Just before he was ready to spurt his spunk into me he laid me back on the table, opened my legs wide and just fucked me hard and fast. He shot one load inside me and the rest over my belly then, while I rested, he went to his car and collected my clothes, the rug and a small bag. He led me, still naked, into the woods. We walked for a long time until we reached a wide clearing with a giant beech tree in the middle. It had a massive trunk and long low branches that bowed down almost to the ground. Peter led me over to the lowest and laid the picnic rug along the branch before undressing himself. Then he laid on the branch and told him to make him hard, then climb aboard and fuck him. I knelt down took his shaft in my hand, placed my lips on his cock head and started to lick, suck and stroke him. In less than a week I had gone from a bored but respectable housewife who had never stroked a cock in her life to a cock sucking, cum swallowing exhibitionist! And I loved it! What I lacked in experience I made up for with enthusiasm. He was soon hard. He told me to climb aboard which I did quite easily, with both of us on the bough my feet were easily able to touch the ground so I could slide up and down perfectly. It was still not 5:30 in the morning and I was naked, sitting on my naked lover, in the middle of a wood and about to feed his rampant cock into my eager pussy. Ecstasy! I rubbed his cock head between my labia and up over my clitty causing the first of a very long series of orgasms before I climbed off of his cock that early morning. I fed him in, fractions of an inch at a time, it felt marvellous, the angle of his cock caused by the bough and having my legs down either side was totally new to me and as I rode up and down I also rocked back and forth. Soon the bough was moving with me making me bounce at odd, exciting angles. Peter steadied me by squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples which drove me crazy. After a while he told me to turn around so that I was facing away from him. I had to get off and stuck my bottom out as I climbed back on top and fed his cock back in. He told me he was going to spank my arse soon and fuck it when I was ready. I wriggled with pleasure at the thought as I slid down on top of him. Wow! Did that feel different, I now know it is called 'reverse cowgirl' but then I just knew it felt fantastic and started to get the bough bouncing again. Peter put his hands on my shoulders and told me to lean back. That was even better! His cock went in so deep and to a different place. I lost count of the little orgasms I had but I could feel a big one building. I lent forward putting my hand on the bough in front of me and really started to fuck his cock, back and forth as the bough made me go up and down. I know I was becoming very vocal and then I felt Peter shoot inside me, thrusting up with his hips to ensure he was as deep as possible. I exploded, shook and shuddered before collapsing along the bough sobbing for breath and laughing my head off. When I had settled I heard Peter say '45' and I asked him 45 what? He told me he had counted at least 45 little orgasms as I had fucked him but he only counted the last, big one, as a '1'. I had always had an orgasm when my husband made love to me so I thought that was the norm but Peter showed me that I was able to enjoy multiple orgasms, quite easily and a really mind boggling massive one at the end. In the last 12 or so years nothing has changed. I enjoy a little orgasm even when he just suggests a quick fuck and when we have the time he makes sure that I always end up with an explosive one. He ensures that he gets invited back! We didn't make love or fuck any more that morning but cuddled up on the rug and drank the coffee and ate the sandwiches which had been in the bag. He smacked my bottom when I bent over to start getting dressed and the tingle made me shiver with pleasure. I looked around and saw him smiling at me. He asked if it had felt nice. I told him yes but he didn't spank me then. We made arrangements for an 'emergency job' on the Wednesday and by 7:30 I was back home. My husband was having his breakfast before going off for a round of golf and I was laying in the bath, trying to scoop up Peters spunk with a piece of kitchen towel as it floated to the surface. I didn't know spunk floated! More if you want it? Love, Mary PS – Hands up those who thought I had spelt 'beech' incorrectly ;-)