I would hate readers to think I was what used to be called a loose woman, because I am not at all; however our marriage is maybe a little unconventional. John my husband, has over the years always encouraged me to extend my boundaries.

Maybe an example of what I mean is better.

A little while ago we had been staying in shropshire on holiday, we are members of various organisations and often visit historic houses and that sort of thing.

It was late afternoon when we ended up at 16th century farmhouse and farmstead, initially we thought it closed as there were very few people around.

John wanted to check out the old mill and waterwheel; I wanted to visit the farmhouse, so we agreed to meet back at the car whenever we had finished and went our own ways.

I went to open front door of the fantastic wood framed house, it was quite a large place mostly intact. I assumed that it was ok just to wander about, when Gordon appeared , mid 60,s a bit overweight, but a nice face and very very chatty. Gordon was the guide , he explained they were short staffed and that in fact he was about to close the house.

Now I had noticed immediately that Gordon clearly liked well dressed ladies, he had looked me up and down several times. It was at this point that I thought I could have some fun maybe.

I played up to him and before long he had volunteered to give me a private tour. He closed the front door and off we went.

Gordon obviously thought himself a comedian and history buff, so I laughed a lot and applauded him for his knowledge.

I was actually enjoying myself and Gordon did know his history . We covered the ground floor of the three floored house, then climbed the steep uneven wooden stairs to the first floor. He was behind me and I noticed him taking every opportunity to look up my skirt. I made sure that he had lots of opportunity. As his confidence grew he also became quite tactile, helping me negotiate tricky steps and doorways, his hands over my hips and bum, even brushing over my boobs as if by accident.

The third floor was actually in the roof, complete with priest hole, the stairs were narrow and almost vertical. I was going to have to raise my skirt to actually climb the stairs. Gordon seemed very happy when my stocking tops came into view as I made my way up, he was right behind me again, in fact so close that my bum was actually up against his groin and I could feel a significant errection pressing into me.

12 steps up and we were in the low beamed room, with a hidden priest hole allegedly used by King Charles. It turned out Gordon was asthmatic and did seem out of breath. The room had a large low wooden chair with a sloped back, which I suggested he should recover in.

Reclined in the seat Gordons prominent erection was even more obvious, the thin black material of his uniform trousers tented up noticeably. I told him thats what happened when gentlemen looked up ladies skirts and that he was very wicked. He actually looked uncomfortable, I said that maybe I should do something to relieve his discomfort, Gordon didnt respond , but his face reddened.

I quickly undid his belt, unzipped him and pulled his trousers off over his shoes, his white boxers were next , his cock springing up to attention when unrestrained by material, he really was quite well endowed.

Sitting on the arm of the seat I took hold of his cock and started to steadily pump away. I didnt think it would take long, Gordon trying quite desperately to get his fingers into my pink panties, which he could see but not quite reach, having to make do with my suspender straps.

Now I was feeling quite mischievous, so while I worked his cock with my right hand . I picked up his boxers with my left and dropped them down the priest hole chute, which ran all the way to the ground floor as it doubled as a latrine centuries ago. Then I put my boot onto the front of his trousers which were on the floor, gave them a couple of good pulls until I heard the zip break.

He was very close by this time so I bent his cock forwards slightly so that when he came a lot of his cum would land on his trousers. It couldnt have worked better he let out an enormous gasp as he spurted his cum, I kept pumping his cock until he was empty. I used my boot to rub his cum around over the front of his trousers.

I stood up and said we had better get back to the reception, and that I need to get back to our car.

It was hilarious when Gordon realised that his boxers were 12 feet down a well and unreachable, and even more so when he donned his trousers unable to raise the zip, and with sticky white cum over quite a large area of the front. He seemed to have no idea that I had done this and was feeling very sorry for himself.

I pretended to help by wiping the front of his trousers, but actually made it worse, spreading it around more, it also made his cock stir again as well.

Before going back to the ground floor . I lifted my skirt up around my waist so Gordon got a good view of my pink sheer panties and suspenders. I went down all the way like that, reaching the door, I re adjusted myself. Poor Gordon was not as lucky, another raging hard on and his cock poking through his broken zip, what a sight , I gave him a good hard squeeze and left him to contend with his female boss back in the office. Quite a day as it turned out