Hi again, I hope you enjoyed reading my account of sex with a farmer who had caught hubby fucking me in his barn. I'd been quite shocked at my hubby for leaving the barn for a short period, knowing the farmer was still present. Consequently, he had his wicked way with me and hubby came back just as the farmer reaches his climax, flooding my pussy with his semen. Ultimately, it had been a great fuck which I actually enjoyed more after being fucked and spunked by hubby. Hubby admitted that he'd found it exciting, seeing another man have me. It led to us revisiting the barn quite a times and on more than one occasion, having a threesome encounter with the farmer. On one occasion, the farmer asked hubby if he could sleep with me and we both agreed. So hubby left me off at his farmhouse around 10pm and came back for me next morning. I spent all night in bed with the farmer but we didn't sleep at all. He'd told me that he didn't get much sex - well he certainly made up for it that night. The randy farmer was insatiable and we spent most of the night having sex in his bed. He maintained his erection even after ejaculating and so I ended up getting fucked quite a few times. By the time hubby returned, the farmer had filled my pussy 5 times with his potent seed and had cum in my mouth once - no man, including hubby, has bedded me more in one night than that farmer. It was the last time we met the farmer as we moved house shortly after.

Three years later, hubby took me to the south of France for a short break. We were still having outdoor sex and so with the hot weather, I'd wear a skimpy, figure-hugging black dress to show off my curves. The dress was quite short, stopping high on my thighs and was prone to riding up, when it could reveal the creases of my bum cheeks. I felt even sexier in the dress by not wearing knickers and hubby took full advantage, fucking me in wooded areas when we went out for walks. I'd also a red version which I wore on a visit to a castle, high up on cliffs, overlooking the sea. The black one had become somewhat soiled with visible cum stains, a result of cleaning up after sexy outdoor time with hubby.

We had been walking through the castle for about an hour, a self-guided tour. I'd noticed a guy who seemed to always follow us although hubby wasn't aware of him. There were quite a few stone steps up to various parts of the castle which was very well maintained and largely intact. I was sure the guy had caught glimpses of my ass and/or pussy from behind as we climbed the steps as this seemed the likely reason why he followed us everywhere. Eventually, we came down again and hubby said he'd had enough and wanted a coffee. I said I'd meet him in the cafe in about 15 mins as I wanted to see the dungeons.

So off I trekked down the 24 spiral stone steps, passing a small side room with a slit opening and views of the sea. I reached the larger room at the bottom - a well lit room, no windows but with what looked like instruments of torture! As I looked around I could hear footsteps coming down towards the room. Suddenly the guy walked in and said "Bonjour". He would've been in his earlier 40's so at least 10 years older, well dressed in a white short sleeve shirt and beige shorts. I said hello and something about the castle being interesting then made my way over to the steps to go back up. I slipped into the smaller upper room with the slit opening, dimly lit with only the natural light coming through it. I heard the man coming back up the steps and thought he'd go past. However, he entered the small room and came right over to me at the narrow opening. He told me I was a sexy woman and liked that I wasn't wearing knickers. Then he pulled my dress up and lifted me onto his shoulders. I grabbed the sides of the opening to stop myself falling then moaned as he pushed his face into my hairy pussy. He began eating my ginger bush and slipping his tongue into my slit. I moaned softly but the sound seemed louder as it echoed around the small room. I could feel myself cumming and started to writhe, pressing my pussy harder into his face. Seconds later I cried out as I succumbed to a powerful climax on his face.

He set me back down, my legs wobbling uncontrollably, as he dropped his shorts. He yanked the top of my dress down, releasing my tits and now erect nipples. He said something in French and I told him my hubby was outside waiting and that I should go. Then he lifted me up again and pressed me against the stone wall. He said my hubby could wait a few minutes more, then simultaneously thrust upwards while lowering me onto his cock. I felt it penetrate my wet opening and push deep inside me, much deeper than I was used to. I gasped loudly and came again. I threw my arms around his neck and clasped my legs around his waist, digging my stilettos into his buttocks. Then he said "I need to fuck you, cum inside you and I think you want it too". I was a bit shocked at my reaction - I didn't resist and just let him fuck me. Both of us were gasping loudly as he bounced me up and down on his long cock. He buried his face in my breasts and sucked both nipples as he fucked me hard against the stone wall. After only a minute or so, he asked again "Well, do you want it?" I shocked myself by replying "Yes, hurry up and cum inside me before my husband comes!" Then I climaxed on his cock, sex fluids gushing from my vagina. Seconds later, fornication was complete when his cock exploded, shooting streams of hot sperm-laden semen into my vagina in his attempt to inseminate me. I clung to him as he filled my pussy completely - it was such a strong ejaculation and one that brought me to a final shattering orgasm. As I fixed my dress, he slipped his waning erection into his shorts and ran out. His cum was running down my thighs and all I could do was mop the excess with my hand and fingers, cleaning them with my mouth and tasting his salty cum.

I could hear footsteps coming towards me, so I quickly ran out of the room and up the steps. I passed a couple heading down - I'm sure if they detoured into the small room they would have found a sizeable damp patch on the ground, a mix of my female sex juices and the Frenchman's sticky spunk. I found my husband in the cafe and ordered a coffee, flushed from the quickie fuck I'd received from the horny French man. I never told hubby how I'd got fucked and inseminated by the stranger that day. Although short, it was quite a sexy and meaningful fuck.