’ ‘I like intelligent women.’ I said I made no claim to being intelligent. ‘Au contraire,’ she said, ‘I know a brain when I see one. Would...7.30 be appropriate?’ I said it would be fine. And so it was that the following evening, having got myself a bit dolled up in preparation for meeting her, I went to the pub to find her sitting at a quiet corner table, nursing a glass of white wine. Her odd eyes smiled as I joined her and she immediately went to get wine for me. I followed her lovely figure. Flipping her over we positioned her head off the edge of the bed. The old bull was thoroughly enjoying my young slut wife as he swung his huge hanging balls into her face. She looked so sexy with this older mans purple headed rod pumping her mouth. I had to stop as I would’ve came. Charlie jumped at the chance diving face first into her muff. Throwing her legs over his shoulders he picked her ass up off the bed, growling and groaning as he ate her like I wasn’t even there. I could see his. Her tits were the best part about her though, and a few years back, when she was feeling particularly slutty, she had pierced them.“Babe,” I spoke up, “what are you doing? What if someone is looking?”“Andy, I want you to fuck me,” she said. She was getting frustrated, but she was still on the ground, “Why are you such a pussy? You haven’t fucked me in weeks, and let them watch if they want. I don’t care. I just want my boyfriend to fuck me in the woods. Can you do that?”“I’m not a pussy, I’m. As a result I only had a mild stirring in my shorts. One of the fun things I liked to do was when chasing her I would look to see if I could see up the leg of her shorts to see what color panties she had on that day. From the way I would lean over and duck down I'm sure she was well aware of what I was doing. I even was wishing she would wear a skirt so I got a better view. I discounted that desire because other people would get to see 'my girl's panties and I did not want that in any.