I had finished my part of the job about 90 minutes ago and Peter had just finished his part. We were in the car, heading home. 'Shall we be going the same way as we came?' I had asked him. He thought for a moment before saying that we could and asked if I was hungry. I had reminded him we hadn't had any lunch and that if we picked up some bits and pieces we could maybe picnic, if he could think of somewhere with a grassy bank and a little stream. He said that we had some shopping to do first. Y'know those moments when the thought process goes into over-drive, those times when thoughts and ideas come nineteen to the dozen, far too fast to give voice to any single thought? Well I had one of those, right then! Condoms? I didn't want a condom coming between me and his delicious sperm pumping into me! I'd stopped taking the pill years ago, no need, my husband wasn't interested any more. I'd get a morning after pill tomorrow. Maybe we could get one from Boots? 'Well, Madam, when did you last have sex? - In about an hours time if I'm lucky! I bet their faces would be a picture! 'Knickers!' Peter had fortunately interrupted my frantic thoughts and I remember giggling, again and Peter asked what I was thinking. Quite brazenly I had told him I didn't want him to use a condom. We hadn't even mentioned having sex, for God's sake! And that I would get a morning after pill tomorrow unless we got one beforehand. So! Peter had said, you want me to send you home full of my spunk, do you? And I had told him, 'yes please, pretty please' and he said that there was no need for the pill or condoms as he had had the snip 10 years earlier. It was a large department store and Peter led us straight to the undies section. Without any embarrassment he looked along the displayed items until he found some like the one's that he had in his pocket. 'These will do?' he had queried and I told him that they were perfect, same make and style and size! You read the label I had laughed. Peter then looked along the display again eventually he pulled two different styles off their hooks. The wasn't much material in either pair. 'I cannot wear those! There is nothing of them! Can I?' I thought as I looked at them and then at Peter who had said that it seemed to him that we might not always be able to do the full Monty in the future, so as little as possible might be easier to manoeuvre? Future! He had said future! I can still remember my heart pounding. Then he asked 'we have got a future, haven't we, even if an illicit one?' And there, in the middle of a big department store, I threw my arms around him and kissed him! Peter still buys my undies and I love wearing them, and, quite often, not wearing them. The picnic site car park was again empty. I picked up the rug leaving the food and bits to Peter and set off down the path, hoping I could remember the way. Over the years, when we remember that first day together, Peter claims that he had to jog just to keep me in sight. And I always deny that was the case, but then I would, wouldn't I? I had the rug laid out and was just removing my bra, my blouse was already on the rug as I had undone it as I walked sedately through the woods, when Peter arrived. 'What kept you?' I had giggled as I put my bra with my blouse and started undoing my skirt. Peter put the bags down and started to remove his shirt. I was way ahead of him and was soon kneeling at his feet and unzipping his trousers. Trousers and pants came down together and I leant forward taking his cock head in my mouth and reached up to use my hand. I wanted him hard and deep inside me squirting his beautiful semen deep deep into my pussy. Peter put up no resistance at all! When he was hard and ready to take me I asked if I could sit on his cock and ride him first. He laid down and invited me on top. Another first for me! I had never sat on a cock, hard or otherwise but had seen women do it in a few late night films. I straddled Peter as he lay beneath me. I Carefully lowered myself onto his body and rubbed my pussy lips up and down his stiff cock. To my surprise it got even harder and when I went just a little too far up it lifted a little from his belly and nudged against the entrance. I sat up took his cock in my hand and played the helmet back and forth across my pussy lips and clitty, small exciting orgasms flowed through my body. I held it still and lowered myself onto him. As it entered my pussy, easing the swollen lips apart I shuddered and he gently held my breasts, to steady me, he had said. That made me come again and his cock was nowhere near right inside me! Peter squeezed my breasts really hard and I stopped moving. “Mary! Sweetheart,” he had said, are you absolutely certain about this?” and I looked him right in the eye and told him that I had never been more certain of anything in my life! I continued to slip further down his cock, millimetre by millimetre, each one feeling better than ever before until his pelvic bone was hard up against mine. That's when it all happened and I thought I had ruined everything! I shook, I trembled, I moaned and threw my head back in wanton ecstasy such was the intensity of my orgasm then, I pee'd on him! I couldn't help it! It just happened, I had pee'd on this wonderful man. What would he think of me? I collapsed on his chest, sobbing. “Princess! Sweetheart! What on earth is the matter?” he had asked as he held me tight to him and I told him that I had lost all control of my body and had pee'd on him! How could I? I begged him to forgive me. I promised never to do it again if he would just forgive me! He kissed me tenderly then kissed my tears away. He called me a silly billy and that I hadn't pee'd on him at all! I had cum, ejaculated! And that told him I was loving him and his attention and if I never did it again he would spank me severely! Which sounded like fun and quite soon into our relationship I found that it was! Then he told me the best thing to do, when you fall off, is to get straight back on and try again! So I rode back and forth on his wonderful cock in the new position of laying on his chest and kissing him. Boy! Did that feel good, a totally different angle! His helmet was pushing against the back of my pussy and his pelvic bone was rubbing my clitty. When I squirted over him a few minutes later I laughed with pleasure. 'Good Girl!' he told me and I felt like a really naughty girl, and was loving every second of it! After a while of riding his cock and getting a little tired, I wasn't used to that much sex in a year! He told me that it was now his turn and that he was going to fuck me! Just the word made me shudder with delight, I'd never been told I was going to get fucked before either! He rolled me over. He kept his legs outside mine but told me to part mine a little, his cock was still inside my pussy. Then he started to fuck me gently. His cock went in deep but when he started to ease it out it began to excite places I didn't know I had! It moved around inside my pussy then up against the back wall before coming out completely and rubbing against my clitty before starting back inside me again. I was in heaven! He wasn't just pumping away like my husband did, he was making it feel as if we were together, making love together and fucking together. And he made me come again and squirt again and I laughed with delight and he laughed with me. He told me to roll over and kneel up, I did and he told me to put my knees slightly further apart before kneeling behind me. Then I felt his cock against my swollen pussy lips, parting them. He took hold of my hips and said 'Princess, now I'm going to fuck you and pump my spunk deep inside your pussy! OK?' and I said it was perfectly OK with me and he pulled my hips back and my pussy onto his cock and thrust hard and fast deep inside me! I came again! I couldn't help it! Then as he pulled back I pushed back onto him. He thrust forward again and I put my head on my arms and pushed back every time he thrust his wonderful cock into me. I lost count of how many times I came and squirted. I do know I wasn't silent in my pleasures, and I haven't been ever since! Peter and I fucked, the first of many hundreds, if not thousands of times, “I'm going to cum Princess, where? In your cunt or on your bum?” Peter asked. In my cunt? I had never had that said to me. It was rude, it was wonderful it was exactly where I wanted his spunk! 'Pump your spunk into my cunt, darling, fill my cunt up with your spunk, please.' I had begged him and felt his cock throb again as he pushed deep inside me and his warm, wonderful spunk pumped into my very willing cunt. We ate our late lunch totally naked beside the stream carefully licking up any spillage from each others body as necessary, and unnecessary. I could feel Peter's warm spunk still in my cunt and knowing that we had been seen earlier that day added to my pleasure making my nipples nice and erect. I made sure I held my shoulders back so that Peter (and others?), would get the best view of my tits. My legs were never close together either. I know Peter enjoyed my exhibitionism as he has told me many times since. Eventually it was time to start for home and as I stood I felt Peter's spunk dribbling down my thighs. He had carefully wiped it up with a napkin then he gave me my damp knickers back telling me to put them on, for now, so I didn't have an embarrassing stain on my skirt when I got back to the office. There's more, if you want it? Love Mary