The lake is still, the air is warm and there is only a slight breeze to stop the humid late summer air from becoming oppressive. Husband has driven us out into the countryside to an old picnic spot his family would visit when he was younger. The car park is empty; the last family gave us their parking ticket as they left. Husband is stretched out on the grass in front of the car relaxed; he hates driving.

He has a way of making me feel confident in myself like I have never before. He has found a way of bringing out the sexual side of a woman who was raised in a strict and conservative manner. For a long time I had thought of sex as something bad and that to give in to your urges was to make an animal of yourself. It has taken a while but husband has gotten me through that and I now feel safe to express and explore my desires without fear of being judged by anyone.

That is one of the reasons we are by the lake. I am wearing sport shoes and a thin summer dress, there is nothing else and the freedom of that, as well as the soft wind on my barely covered body is exciting and intoxicating in equal measure. Husband stands up and takes my hand; we walk along the track and take in the scenery. I fall in love with the place almost instantly, it is easy to forget just how beautiful nature can be when you are living in a city, and the seemingly uninhabited expanse around me feels like another world.

There is a quiet that surrounds us, not silent but calm, that I dare not break. We talk in low voices as we walk; I am snapping pictures with my phone as we go. Husband touches me lightly as we walk, and with each touch I am reminded of just how easily exposed I could be. His eyes are sexual and just standing close to him is arousing. A few people jog by us as we walk, this makes my heart beat faster. The idea of having sex in the outdoors was different enough to be exciting but the idea of potentially being seen has added an extra element that I had not considered, but surely should have.

I pause on a small hill and kiss him. Leaning my body against his and enjoying the liberating feeling of allowing my desires to take over my thinking for a while. I tell him to walk backwards in front of me, looking at me and behind me. That way I will know if there is anyone coming towards us down the track. He smiles and does as he is told. I pull off my dress over my head in a surrender to whim and sigh happily with excitement at the strange feeling of freedom that this brings.

As I walk naked along the track there is a feeling of not just sexual expression but of a joy of being naked in nature. I find myself enjoying the warmth that the sun brings and the moisture in the air. The wind envelops me intermittently and my skin prickles slightly at the change in temperature. For a time I am completely aware of my body, but in a good way. I am comfortable in myself and confident in the effect that it is having on husband. He doesn’t look turned on by the way that I look, he is enjoying the fact that I seem so relaxed and am enjoying the experience so much. He would later tell me that there was a look of joy on my face that was greater than he could remember seeing in a while.

As much as I would like to say that I lingered in this state for a while longer I did not. By this point I was acting on whim and instinct and I knew that I had to have him in that moment. My husband is a very sexy man and I was turned on when we left the car. But his calm manner as we walked and the sense of safety I felt around him, even when naked, added to this. I took his hand and led him into the trees.

We walked down a slight bank and found a spot behind a tree with a few low buses around it. We could see the track from where we were, but I was happy enough that we could hide if anyone came along, though in hindsight I am not sure if I gave this too much consideration.

I didn’t bother to say anything to him, what I wanted was clear as I stood with my hands on the tree, bent over at the waist and obviously incredibly aroused. I felt his hands on my body, he bit my ass, shocking me but causing a tremble of delight. My legs were already shaky enough and I could hear the quiet laugh he gave as he enjoyed teasing his wholly turned on wife. His hands gripped my breasts as he thrust himself inside me, strong and deep, I moaned and then bit my lip to avoid screaming out with the sudden burst of pleasure.

The setting and the build up had put me in a different headspace to the one that I usually experience. It seemed like I was more aware of everything that was going on. I was more aware of his smell, of the sounds around us, of every touch and movement that we made. The muted moaning from both of us turned me on even more, we were both desperate to let go fully, but knew that the sounds would carry across the lake.

I turned and moved to my knees, taking him into my mouth and massaging his balls with my hand. He was breathing deeply and I could feel his manhood responding to every flick of my tongue. I worked my tongue faster and stroked his shaft; I began to feel his legs tremble beneath him. His body shook as his orgasm filled my mouth and he leaned against the tree to compose himself, breathing deeply. I swallowed and stood up, pulling on my dress. I wondered how obvious it would be on the way back to the car, I was so wet, both from the arousal and more than one orgasm that I was sure that there would be something on my dress to give me away.

The stroll back to the car was wonderful, we both felt high on the experience. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him as we walked. The car was where we had left it and the car park was still deserted. We got in and he sighed happily as he sat back into his chair. “That was amazing” I told him, meaning it and knowing at the same time that the word wasn’t strong enough for what had just happened. He agreed and started the engine. I couldn’t wait to get home to have him inside of me again. I leaned over and had his dick in my mouth again before we made it out of the car park.