Sex at 60 km/h

To understand my wife's and my behavior, I need to explain that for us, there are no brakes in sex. Each of us can hook up on the side and then tell the other about it. We regularly arrange MMF, FMF, visit swinger clubs, and even lived with another couple as a Swedish family for a couple of years. Now about the last case of spontaneous fucking. It was July, beautiful weather outside, and we drove to the nearest suburb. While walking, we came to the shore of a pond, sat on the grass, chatting. I slipped my hand under her skirt and started stroking my wife's thighs, occasionally moving higher to her pussy, fortunately she doesn't wear panties in the summer. We're sitting there, and my wife noticed a drake covering a duck on the pond. She watched

and in a languid voice, as if to herself, said, "I wish someone would cover me like that." — "Well, you're insatiable. Yesterday your boss fucked you at work, I fucked you before bed, and this morning I climbed over you and lingered, and it's still not enough for you." — "And you count every dick. Then add when you were watching soccer, and I was taking out the trash. You were so into your soccer you didn't notice I took a long time taking out the trash. It just so happened the neighbor was taking out his trash too." — "That neighbor is strange. I invited him over about a month ago, thought we'd arrange an MMF, but he made some excuse and didn't come. And he fucked you by the garbage chute? Well, if you really want to, let's go to the bushes." We found what seemed like good bushes. My wife bent over, braced her hands against a tree, sticking her ass out. I threw the hem of her skirt onto her back, pulled out my cock, and drove it into her pussy. How many times have I driven my cock into her pussy, but it always feels like the first time. She also claimed that fucking with me was an unparalleled gift for her pussy. I delightfully drove my cock in to its full length, pressing the head against her cervix, while my wife moaned loudly — "Oh fuck, that's so good!!!" With one hand on her thigh, I impaled her harder on my cock, and with a finger from the other hand, I started fucking her ass. She howled — "Oh... oh... oh... oh... holy shit!!!" With these cries, she first trembled, then her body convulsed as if seized by a spasm, and she rasped — "Thank you, my stud!" She straightened up, my cock slipped out of her pussy, she bent over and started sucking off the remnants; cum dripped from her pussy onto the grass. And then there was the sound of clapping. We turned around and saw a man standing in the bushes. Smiling amiably, he addressed us — "Sorry, I recognized you, or rather the lady, when you were just approaching the pond. Six months ago at a swinger club, two of my buddies were fucking her. I was eagerly waiting for my turn, but she, claiming she needed to pee, left the room and never came back." I remembered that evening. She did go to pee then, but as she was leaving the bathroom, two guys intercepted her, bent her over doggy-style, one started fucking her in the ass, and the other in the mouth. After them, she'd had enough of men and wandered back to the room where she'd left me. She came, waited for me to finish fucking some woman, and we went home. After listening to the man, my wife gave me a sly smile. My wife and I have complete mutual understanding. I nodded my head, and she cooed — "Young man, do you still have a desire to have me?" — "Not only does it remain, but it intensified after seeing you fuck your husband. Darling, shall we satisfy the young man's desire?" — "If you don't mind, I don't object, but let's go home. Repeating what we just did is banal." We went to the car. I took the wheel, the man and my wife got in the back seat, and we drove off. The man got straight to business, took off her blouse and started kneading her tits. My wife kept up with him, unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock. Then they somehow managed to get rid of her skirt and his pants, but they couldn't find a position comfortable for fucking. So I pressed a lever, and the seat to my right folded down. The man moved over to me first, then he pulled my wife over by her legs and laid her on her back, and finally he piled on top of her. The fucking began at 60 km/h, with the husband driving the car while a stranger fucks his wife. That wasn't the only unusual aspect of the situation. In the heat of their fucking, I crossed a double solid line, and then a traffic cop waved his baton. I stopped, he approached, saw them fucking, first was stunned, then delivered the usual — "What's the violation?" Our man, turning his head towards the cop, couldn't think of anything better to say than — "The traffic rules don't prohibit fucking in a car." My silly wife supported him — "Moreover, interrupting sexual intercourse is harmful to health." The cop was silent for a moment, then delivered the verdict — "Alright, you two finish what you started" — and to me — "And you step out. While they're fucking, we'll draw up a report on the traffic violation." So that's how my wife got fucked and I got hit with a fine. Conclusion — you should fuck in places intended for it. Enthusiast.