I told my wife that I was going out for a walk. She told me to collect some blackberries while I was out. I decided that the best brambles were beside the golf course, so made my way there with the bowl she had given me. I made my way past the eighth hole to where there was a clump of trees and on one side there was a lot of brambles. I was almost half way up the bowl when I saw movement in the bushes to my side. Initially It worried me as I had no idea what sort of animal it was. Then the groan that echoed out confirmed that these animals were humans and from the following noises they were making love. I crept along the track into the bushes and saw a very sexy looking girl sat astride a man and his cock. She was riding for all her worth. The man was thrusting up as she dropped down on his cock. As I stood watching I could feel my cock flexing itself. Then the bloke groaned and I assumed as he held still in his up position he was coming in her pussy. Then he flopped back on the ground motionless. "You can't stop now," the woman complained, "That's the second time you've left me high and dry." As she climbed off of the man she looked in my direction. I had forgotten that I was wearing a bright coloured top. She must have seen me. "Come here," she demanded. I stepped forward. "Come here," she demanded again. I walked up to her. She was totally dressed with the exception of no panties under her skirt. She see the bulge in my jeans. "That'll do," she said looking at the bulge. "Get them off," she said pointing to my jeans. I soon had them off. "Get off the blanket you useless piece of shit," she snapped at the guy who was dressing himself. "Lay down," she told me. I did as I was told. "Nice," she said just before she straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. Then she was off humping herself on my cock. I was relieved that she came before me and that I didn't get the abuse the chap had. Then I came in her. Shortly afterwards she pulled herself off of me and stood wiping herself. The guy had gone. As I stood and started to put my cock away I asked where her husband had gone. "He's not my husband," she laughed, "I've only met him once before and he was no good even then. If you want, same time next week," she said and walked away. I hurried home with my blackberries. I returned the following week and the weeks after that. I learnt that Christine was a married woman that didn't get enough at home and picked up men, sometimes on the golf course to rectify her deficiency. I had been lucky enough to have stumbled on her and the guy that day. I saw her for just over a year and then she stopped coming. I often wonder what became of her.