Once we were out of hearing of the anglers I said to her “So what happened to your knickers?” “ It,s such a hot day I dudn,t put any on, Thought...it would be easier if we find a remote spot then we can fuck in the open air!” She explained. “ et you ga e those old guys a mild heart attack!” I laughed. “Well later on you can give me a Hard Attack!” She came back at me. We Did find a remote spot, an old picnic table away from the path with brush grown thick so walkers were unlikely to see us till. They are trying to be quiet, and I can only guess what kept them downstairs for so long. I wait fifteen minutes, and head down myself, to the basement. Sitting there, not sure what I expect to see, or find, I find myself again thinking back to seeing him here, rubbing himself, and I can't hold back. I'm wearing a small silk cami and panties. I sit back on the couch and gently run my fingers over my swollen lips. The feeling is electric, like this was my first time, finally able to touch myself. My husband was supposedly at his office, but I knew better. I was sure he was ramming some pretty, young thing in a motel somewhere. The snow had started falling. Four to six inches, the weatherman said. Within a few hours of the start, I knew it was going to be much, much more. I could barely see my car, and the pine trees in front of the house were now pure white sentinels. I took inventory of food in the house and realized I was all set. The phone rang. It was my husband saying he'd. I honked, waiting for the stranger to move along so I'd be able to move along with my day. The fella didn't budge, he just took a step closer to my car, as if daring me to get out and confront him. I put the car in park, and got out- only to be shoved against my car, with his hand between my legs. If you knew me (which you don't), I love getting fucked hard and rough, so I automatically started getting wet. opening my mouth to yell at my so-called asailant, I realized it was my boyfriend whom I.