It was an exciting prospect, but one I don’t think any of us honestly believed would ever really happen. It was too risky. How could we ever explain...it to our partners and families? What if those in our real lives became aware of the double lives that most of us were leading?I think it was Amy, who one day posted in our message group:Fuck it. Life’s for living. Let’s do this!We didn’t need convincing further.This is actually the second time we have all met up. Last time, we hired a cottage in. This status was further demonstrated by a further regular occurrence. The weekly, or thereabouts, Gymkhana. For this there was always quite a crowd. We were dressed, (if dressed is the word for total nudity), as horses. This involved ornate headdresses, with a bit, a bridle and blinkers, and a few straps around our bodies. We were then harnessed to small carts , sulky is what they were called. I gathered). Then we gave rides around the estate. It was enormous fun for the passengers. I was given. It was white and her nipples were sort of brownish which made it even sexier. She had a brown dot on the upper part and it was just adding to her charm. So, now I start sucking her boobs slowly and one at a time and now she started moaning. She was making feeble sounds and the more she made that sound the harder I started sucking her boobs. Then after some time, I lay her on the bed and slowly start coming down and then I take off her panties. She was already wet down there with the boob. "What are you doing? Are you wanting me to fuck you out here, in front of all these people? We'll be arrested," she says. "If you want to fuck me, you'll do it now." "You get off on doing it in front of people, don't you? I can't, If I go to jail, I'll lose my job and it's a great job." I wrap my fist around my shaft and squeeze it up to the tip. A long string of jizm seeps out dripping down to my balls, a little getting on my jeans. "Holy Fuck, what am I doing? I've never wanted anything.