Thank you all for your wonderful comments. They made this old girl feel very good. Our affair had a bit of a strange start, in a Charity Shop tea shop, but like all great affairs it very soon got to a damn good fuck! I hope you enjoy the journey as much as I did. The tea room was very nearly full. I hid in the corner at a two seat table trying to pretend somebody was really sitting opposite me. The only other seat in the place was at a table where three old biddys were rabbiting away nineteen to the dozen. He was quite tall. Tidy but scruffy. Open toed sandals without socks, tan cord trousers held up with an ornate leather belt and a smart, white, polo shirt that fitted much better than a Primark cheapie ever would. It was all topped off by long hair held back with a pink scrunchy. Not that I took much notice, you understand. “Excuse me! Do I mind if you join me?” “No! Of course not”, I stammered, staring into my tea cup, “pardon?” Something didn't sound quite right! I looked up and he smiled. Suddenly my whole world lit up and I laughed for the first time in months. We talked and talked and I watched the tea room clock as the time for my appointment with Dr. Menn slid into oblivion. I didn't need a shrink anymore. Eventually I pretended to look surprised and announced that I had missed my appointment. He glanced out of the window, raised his eyebrows and said “Dr. Menn? So have I. Shall we go for a walk?” We walked in the park and when I stumbled he grabbed my arm to steady me. I didn't let him remove his hand once I had regained my balance. He asked if he could see me again and I told him 'not before 11 o'clock tomorrow morning'. After my husband had left for work I phoned in sick. I only work part-time to stop getting bored but it hadn't really worked. I was at the appointed place fifteen minutes early and he was waiting. He took me to my favourite place, held my hand to help me over a stile and I didn't let it go. We walked to the trig point where he stood behind me, pointing out the distant places of interest while nuzzling my neck. I stretched back to encourage him. He kissed my ear and I turned into his arms. We walked a little further towards a scrubby area where he led me between the bushes until we were invisible from the path but had a wonderful view across the valley. It was there that he finger-fucked me to the most glorious orgasm I had ever had and ate my cunt as previously described. It was a long time after that I realised that when I had reciprocated by taking his cock into my mouth and sucking it dry of his spunk I was still effectively naked from the waist down and hadn't even considered looking to see if anybody was about. I just knew I needed his cock, his spunk and him to understand that I was his to do with as he pleased. The following day we went to his favourite place. A wooded valley with steep sides and a little stream at the bottom. He led me along the stream then up the slope a ways to a level clearing in the trees. It was carpeted with the dark green leaves of finished bluebells. It was beautiful. I knew that I would be returning to my husband with another man's spunk in my cunt, staining my knickers and hopefully dried on my thighs. If it was also over my tits and still tasting in my mouth, so much the better. My husband would never know. He hadn't been anywhere near me for years. We laid out the picnic rug. I stepped onto it and unzipped my skirt. It fell to the ground revealing the newly shaved, smooth, cunt that I had paraded for my husband the previous night, with so little effect. The previous night might have been a failure but that morning my heart soared and I had another little cum as I watched him smile and lick his lips. My message was writ large and couldn't have been clearer had it been painted on a house wall and signed by Banksy! “I'm yours! Do with me as you would wish!” To hammer the point home I knelt, slipped his trousers and pants to the ground and fed his cock into my mouth. I thrilled as I felt his hands on my head, holding me still as he began to slowly and gently fuck my mouth. “Where do you want it?” “Anywhere! Everywhere!” He eased his cock from my mouth and laid on his back. I was confused, wasn't it the job of the acquiescent female to lie down with her legs wide? His cock lay hard up against his lower belly. He lifted it to the vertical. “Climb aboard” he said. I must have looked bemused because he told me to straddle him and lower my cunt onto his cock. I did as I was told. He told me to do it slowly. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WONDERFUL! My first lesson in 'how to fuck'! Whilst I sat, fucking myself with his cock, I learned that he didn't have a willy nor a penis he had a cock! He wasn't going to use it to make love to me but to fuck me! I didn't have a vagina nor a pussy I had a cunt. He didn't produce sperm or jizz, he produced spunk. As I learned these things I was enjoying more and more orgasms which I rapidly realised was really a cum or cumming. He told me he would fuck me whenever he wanted. That he would fill my cunt, my mouth and my arse with his spunk. My body was his to treat as he wished. At that point I lost it completely and came all over his cock and would have collapsed completely had he not been holding my tits firmly in his hands, lifting me up and down on his cock. He let me rest for a short while. I was still sat on his cock and found it impossible to stay still or even stop cummin such was my pleasure. I was told to lay on him and clean him up which I did willingly all the while my wet, smooth cunt was only inches from his face. I could feel his cool breath playing with my hot cunt then he pulled me down onto his face and face-fucked my cunt as I sucked on his cock. I was soon rolling through one long, glorious orgasm, sorry, cum. Squirting and spraying his face and mouth endlessly. I'd never made so much cum juice let alone squirted it out! I loved having his cock in my mouth and played and pleasured and explored, all the while enjoying one rolling, continuous orgasm. Could it get any better? We stopped for lunch. We had both packed a picnic, enough for two so there was no shortage of food and we had four portion sized bottles of red between us. By the time we had laid out our picnic I was totally naked and didn't care one jot if I was seen by anybody else. As I sat, lounged and moved about serving him food or leaning in to kiss him I made sure that I covered nothing that might interest him. My legs were always parted so he could enjoy my swollen cunt. If I had to kneel then I made sure that, again, my knees were apart and my arse was thrust out for his pleasure. When I sat my shoulders were back and my tits pushed forward. My nipples were erect without any conscious effort on my part. To my delight he watched me quite openly, commenting favourably on my body and often reaching out to touch and caress me. I preened and touched and teased him throughout the entire meal and two bottles of wine. After we had eaten our fill we cuddled up, kissing and caressing. He paying particular attention to my cunt and tits and me to his cock. Rolling me onto my back he slipped his cock into me and started to fuck me with long, slow steady strokes, missionary style, while smothering me with kisses and nibbling my nipples. I put my legs around his hips to encourage him and my arms around his shoulders to prevent him escaping. I also came a great deal and noisily. Until that day I had had no idea that orgasms could be so fucking fantastic or continuous. Back in the day when my husband deigned to 'make love' it was usually over in a very few minutes, I had a vagina full of sperm and he rolled over and went to sleep while I wondered what the hell was in it for me. Eventually I learned to stroke myself until I climaxed but it was nothing like those I experienced that day. He didn't spunk into my willing cunt. He stopped, let me calm down then forced me to let him free. Reluctantly I let him climb off and he stood up. He removed his shirt and for the first time I was able to enjoy looking at his lean, toned, naked body. He slid the leather belt out of the trouser loops and told me to kneel up with my, as he put it, glorious arse towards him. I moved very quickly! Part your legs further! I parted them as far as I could. I imagined he was going to take his leather belt to me. I suspect I actually wanted him to. I certainly wriggled my bum invitingly. He flicked the belt under my belly, it didn't touch me. He picked up the end and fastened the belt loosely around my waist. I felt his cock head nudging my cunt lips apart. He picked up the belt in both hands and paused. Suddenly I was jerked backwards! His cock penetrated my sopping cunt totally, right up to the ball sac and he held me there, pinioned like a butterfly on his beautiful cock. As he started to move his hips so his cock moved around my cervix. Exquisite! Delicious! Fucking GREAT! He relaxed his grip and I could feel his cock moving back down the passage of my cunt. I tried to push back on and heard him laugh. He jerked me back. I shuddered, came again and my head sank to rest on my arms. It slid back, I pushed, he yanked. I moaned. I didn't take many strokes of his cock for us to get into the perfect rhythm. We fucked Oh! How we fucked. It didn't last long. We were both panting, moaning and groaning with our efforts, both on the very edge of 'le petit mort'. A final thrust back onto his cock coupled with his massive yank on the belt, nearly lifting my knees from the picnic rug, ensured that his cock was buried as deep as possible in my cunt. Then I felt him tremble. I started to cum as he held me tight onto his cock. He leaned back on the belt pushing inside a few more millimetres. As he shuddered I felt his spunk course into my cunt. I came, fighting to remain still against the force of my cum, I felt every drop of his spunk spurt out of his cock and into my cunt. When he had shot his load into me I rested my forehead on my arms and sobbed with delight. I felt complete, at last! PS. Doggy with his belt remains my very favourite fucking position to this day!