A Walk in the Park - A Fantasy

A warm day in late summer. September. Annie and I were in Quebec for our annual Get Away Weekend, our twelfth year. It was a blending of leaving all your worries behind and having the free time to fuck like teen-agers. That morning we had a leisurely breakfast at an outdoor cafe on Rue St. Jean and then visited a sculptor friend of ours in Sainte-Foy. We then went for a walk in a heavily wooded forest adjacent to the Plains of Abraham. Annie had packed a poet's lunch of a just out of the oven baguette, a local cheese and sparkling cider. Also a thermos full of an unbelievable French Roast coffee.

We followed a gravel path deeper into the park. Tall oaks, maples and elms acted like a canopy, making us feel that we were the only people left on the planet. A senior citizens' Hansel und Gretel.

"What do you think?" I said. "Are you getting hungry?"

Annie nodded. "Over there," she said. "There seems to be little clearing in those trees." She took my hand and we left the path.

There was a clearing. Bushes formed a child sized door. Inside, the clearing was like a small, secret garden in our private forest.

"Shhhhh," Annie whispered. "Listen- it sounds like people over there."

I pushed apart some dense foliage apart and peered out. We were on the edge of a large soccer field but hidden from anybody out on the pitch. It was like having a little home, a fairy's lair, where we could see but not be seen.

When I turned around Annie had arranged the blanket under a small fruit tree and was lying down. She smiled seductively and spread her legs. She was wearing a diaphanous red miniskirt with a modest black half slip underneath. She brought a knee up, giving me a view of her slutty, red, satin panties and, then languidly undid the top three buttons of her blouse, a scandalous see through number that showed off her near translucent bra. The bra was so sheer I could make out her protruding nipples and the dark circles of her aureoles through the two layers of fabric. A white sweater for the sake of emergency modesty, if necessary, was draped over her shoulders.

"Your whore is very hungry," she whispered.

I pulled down my zipper and started to take off my pants. Annie grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Whoa, cowboy. Let's eat before we fuck."

"Sounds reasonable." I zipped myself up, and took the sparkling cider out of the picnic bag. Annie sat up and got a baguette and a block of cheese out. She tore two pieces off the baguette and sliced some of the cheese, a very sharp cheddar. I poured us two glass of the cider and we toasted each other,

"Amour," we said in unison.

As we ate I looked at my wife of twenty-five years and got an erection.

I rearranged my cock and balls, trying to be inconspicuous. Annie looked at me and grinned. "You naughty boy," she said. She took off her sweater and lied back on the blanket. She spread her legs and let her skirt slide down her thighs almost to the tops of her stockings. Her satin panties glowed in a patch of sunlight.

"Why don't you take your bra off? No-one is around." I said. Annie is very petite, under five feet, but for such a little woman she was very busty. I loved it when I saw other men appreciate her substantial breasts. Sometimes she was reticent about showing off; other times she would wear dresses or tops that displayed her cleavage or let her hard nipples show through. "No one can see in here. Those 36 DD darlings are begging to be free and run wild."

Annie sat up and drew her bra straps through her armholes. In a few swift moves her bra fell off her breasts and she pulled it out of an armhole like a stripper. Her breasts swung free, totally visible through her skimpy blouse. She shook her shoulders and they swayed, bounced and jiggled. "You like my tits?"

"Hmmmm," I murmured and pushed her back on the blanket, kissing and fondling her large breasts, puddling on her chest. Annie darted her tongue in and out of my mouth. I slipped my hand between her thighs and gently stroked her nylons.

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her cunt. "Harder," she growled. I prodded her clitoris through the satin of her panties. "That feels good," she said. I increased the pressure and pulled her face closer to mine.

"I love my slut," I whispered and stroked her neck.

"And your big titted cum slut loves you." she replied and slipped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. We made out like a couple of over-sexed teen-agers. Annie pulled my cock out of my pants. I plunged three fingers deep inside her moist cunt. We feasted on each other. It was hard to eat our lunch.

After a few minutes Annie broke off. "I need a sip of cider," she said and sat up.

She was reaching for her glass when a black and white soccer ball exploded through the bushes that formed a wall with the athletic field, hitting her solidly on the forehead. The ball dropped to the ground in front of her. Annie looked at me with a dazed half smile; her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell back on the blanket in a faint.

I froze in shock for what seemed an endless parade of motionless seconds- until my senses returned and I realized I needed to do some thing.

A middle age man in a soccer uniform burst through the bushes where the ball had just come from. He was middle aged and stocky with a neatly trimmed beard.

"Bonjour," he said. "Parlez-vous Français? En Anglais?"

"English," I replied, as he surveyed our little cave. He looked at Annie and then at me, taking my hand for a firm handshake.

"My name is Jean-Luc Goddard. I'm so sorry. One of my men got carried away with a goalie kick. His aim was terrible." He apologized profusely but I interrupted his amend. I accepted his apology and motioned to Annie, lying supine on the blanket, "What should I do?" I asked.

"Would you mind if I examined your wife? I'm a Doctor of Sports Medicine at Laval."

I nodded and explained what had happened. As I talked, three more soccer players came into the hide-away and gathered around us. Jean-Luc asked what I thought were reasonable questions and started taking vitals. He took Annie's pulse, put two fingers on her carotid artery, examined her eyes, did a series of what I imagined were neurological status exams.

He smiled at me and said, "Looks good," and then reached in a pocket and brought out a stethoscope. "I was a boy scout." he said.

As my anxiety level receded, I became aware that Annie's breasts were prominently displayed. She was wearing only the thin blouse that was more provocative than no blouse at all. Her skirt and slip were bunched up to her upper thigh. I thought I caught a glimpse of red satin again. And I became aware that the soccer players were also aware of Annie's near nudity. The atmosphere in the little grotto had changed abruptly,

Jean-Luc took off one of her high heels. Annie almost never wore heels unless it was a special occasion- and usually with my having to plead and beg. These were strappy, open toed, real "fuck me" heels. My cock stiffened as he stroked the sole of her dainty foot. He muttered, "downward response. Negative for Babinski." He skirt slid a fraction of an inch up her legs. A patch of red satin came into view.

He returned to Annie's chest, a faint smile crossed his face as he gazed at Annie's aureola and hard nipples'. He finished unbuttoning her blouse and, moving the stethoscope around, listened intently. Annie coughed twice but her eyes remained closed. He cupped each flattened breast and prodded her nipples. Annie stirred. I exhaled all the pent up tension and anxiety. "What do you think, Doctor?", I asked.

"Please, mon ami. Jean-Luc if you will." He cleared his throat and turned to the other soccer players, obviously his students. "What we have here is a mild case of Sarkofk's Syndrome. When the ball hit..." He looked at me.

"Annie", I said.

"Bien. When the ball hit Annie it affected the transverse lateral occipital fold's position on a temporary basis causing a neural transfer gap. The limbic cortex has become compensatory in the mean time. Annie might experience a short term amnesia coupled with distinct behavioral changes, Its like finding a hidden animal nature you never thought you had." He sighed. "The limbic system is like that."

Jean-Luc turned to me. "Mon ami, if she does show a different personality, just accept it and it will phase out very quickly. Try not to argue with her or dissuade her from her actions. In the literature it has shown that some people then become locked in the new persona for days, weeks, months. I don't know why. To make sure she will be all right, we will stay with her until her level of prior functioning returns."

"Thank you Doctor," I said.

"Please, Robert. Jean-Luc."

Annie coughed again, deeper and raspier. Jean-Luc looked at his students and then me. "I'm going do a series of chest compressions to clear away any bronchial obstructions." He put his mouth to Annie's and started a heavy in and out breathing, His hands pushed her chest in unison. Her breasts swayed back and forth as if she was having sex. Her nipples became rock hard.

Annie's put a hand around Jean-Luc's neck and drew him closer. She began French kissing him. With her other hand, she took one of his and brought it to her breast. Almost automatically, he began to fondle her breast. He tweaked her nipple. Annie gasped and arched her back.

Jean-Luc turned and looked at me as if to gain permission. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, what happens, happens- do what you need to do. I felt out of the loop, so to speak. "You are the Doctor, do what you think is best".

Annie's kissing became more ardent and she stroked his back, forcing him closer. She opened her eyes and smiled lasciviously. "My hero," she said. "I have to give you a reward." Her hand dropped to his waist and she searched for his zipper. She found it, unzipped him and fished out his cock and proceeded to stroke it. Annie gave spectacular hand-jobs. Jean-Luc stiffened and his breathing became shallow.

"Robert, mon ami, this is what I was talking about. Do not be alarmed. All these behaviors are temporary. Please, don't become jealous; this is a typical Sarkofk's behavior pattern." Annie struggled getting his shorts and underwear off. "She'll forget everything when she comes out of this fugue state. In the meantime, I'd let Annie do what she wants to do."

She motioned him to kneel at her head. As Jean-Luc played with Annie's breasts, Annie proceeded to tongue his cock- up and down- with special attention being paid to his balls. She took one and then the other and sucked them into her eager mouth, all the time working on them with her lips. She stopped for a minute and said to him in a low, throaty voice, "I'm such a slut.I'm going to suck your balls, lick your cock and swallow all your cum. I want a big load. I'm a cum slut. And right now I'm your cumslut."

Annie's little speech of dirty talk almost pushed Jean-Lac over the top."I want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your mouth, you little whore," he whispered.

He looked at me, "This is what you have to do if she is to recover. Enjoy yourself. She is living out her wildest fantasies. If you feel comfortable, join in. She will never be this way again."

I froze, unable to speak. Shocked, surprised, a little turned on. My Wife had become a wanton nymphomaniac.

The other team members took off their pants and underwear, facing little Annie with three more hard cocks. Holy shit, I thought. They're going to gangbang my wife.

She squealed in surprise and gave a high pitched giggle. "Yes!" she exclaimed, "yes!" One of the team a short wiry young man, knelt down between her legs and stroked her nylons from her ankles to her thighs, going higher each time until his hand disappeared under her skirt. He was apparently teasing Annie. When his hand came to her satin panties he circled her cunt and then just brushed it lightly. Annie, with Jean-Luc's cock now in her mouth, whimpered impatiently. She thrust her pelvis up whenever the young man's hand came close to her cunt- in a desperate attempt at contact.

I couldn't help myself. I developed an erection. God damn this was erotic. I began to stroke my cock through my pants. Jealousy and anger were abating- being replaced by desire and excitement.

Another soccer player, a young blonde man devoted his attention to Annie's breasts. He caressed and fondled them, lifting them up from her chest to extend them as far as possible.

"So beautiful. You have very nice tits," he said. He bent over and kissed her distended nipples.

The man between her legs spread them out wider and massaged her clitoris through her panties. It was if an electric current ran through Annie. Her body stiffened. but she still kept Jean-Luc's cock in her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes," Annie growled. "Fuck me. Take your cock and stick it in my slutty cunt and fuck me. I want a cunt full of cum. Fuck me."

He couldn't hold himself back any longer and pushed his cock towards Annie's outstretched legs. She grabbed it, pushed her panties aside and quickly fed his cock into her hungry, eager cunt. Incredibly, she still kept Jean-Luc's cock in her mouth.

The blonde man feeling up Annie was obviously a tit man. She left Jean-Luc for a minute and with her free hand, grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her mouth. She knew her little mouth couldn't accommodate both cocks so she concentrated on jerking off the blonde man while still taking care of Jean-Luc- who looked like he was close to cumming. Her tongue snaked out and went from one cock to the other in a licking and sucking frenzy.

The stocky man kneeling between Annie's legs pushed her skirt and slip up to waist and started a hard, methodical fucking, pressing himself against Annie's clit on the inward stroke. She thrust her pelvis up to meet him and used her muscles to make her cunt smaller. He gasped as her cunt milked his cock. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God," he whispered. "You are such a good fuck."

Annie smiled. "You like that, huh? Everyone loves that little trick." She grimaced as incredible feelings of pleasure surged through her. "I want your cum so bad. I'm your little cum dump. Your slut. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

My erection was so intense it was painful. Watching my wife act like a sex-crazed slut clicked some animal part of my brain and I was swept away by the erotic passion that seemed to hold over the little clearing. I took my pants and underwear off too. If you can't fight them, join them, I mused.

The lovers in front of me started a build up their pace, increasing their rhythm, panting and yelling and trying to reach their orgasms. The men to flood Annie with their cum; Annie to revel in their salty, slippery offerings.

The blonde boy was first. He kept on fondling Annie's tits, bouncing up and down from the fucking she was taking. He tweaked her nipples. He aimed his cock at her chest, yelled, and let loose a torrent of cum all over her bouncing tits. Streams of hot cum flew from his cock, landing on each breast, coating them with a silver sheen. He drenched Annie in cum. She smiled wantonly, "Yes, yes, yes, I love it!"

Jean-Luc was next. Annie's head bobbed back and forth and she gave off slurpy, juicy sounds from what must have been a world class blow-job. Using his hand he masturbated into Annie's willing mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and buried his cock balls deep. He groaned and gasped for air as his cock started to spew his semen over her tongue. He must have had a tremendous load; his cock kept on throbbing as he emptied his balls into her. Annie didn't miss a drop.

Jean-Luc, exhaled."That was truly beautiful," he said in an almost reverential voice. Annie face flushed with pride. The man fucking her slowed down. She opened her mouth and it was filled to the brim with sperm. She showed her victory to Jean-Paul, the blond boy at her chest and the guy fucking her. She showed me her mouthful of cum, grinning and then motioned a nerdy looking young man, patiently waiting for his turn I surmised, to come closer for a look. At the same time she rubbed the cum on her breasts all over her chest until it shone in the afternoon sunlight. With all of us looking at her, Annie swallowed Jean-Luc's load in two long gulps and them opened her mouth again. "Delicious," she said.

Annie lay back on the blanket and nodded at the man fucking her. He resumed at a slower pace but they were soon back up to speed. Annie clenched her pelvic muscles, decreasing the size of her cunt and tightly clasped the man's cock. Her breasts rolled on her chest with each thrust; her eyes closed; she raked the man's back. "Fuck me, fuck me," she repeated like a mantra. "Fuck me, cum in my cunt, I'm a cumslut , fuck me!"

The man groaned and then let out a cry, "Oh, you sweet little whore." His body stiffened and he jammed his cock up Annie's cunt, flooding it with spurt after spurt of his hot semen. Annie mewed like a cat, her face distorted in sweet pain, as another orgasm swept over her.

She collapsed after her exertion and fell back on the blanket. Her lover leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, withdrew his cock from her and stood up. He grinned and looked at me. "She is a good fuck." I glanced down between Annie' s legs; a river of cum cascaded from her cunt, flowing down her thighs to the blanket. Cum dripped from her chin and hung in silver strands from her breasts. My wife looked like a sperm covered temptress. My cock couldn't get any harder. I wanted to fuck her too. I needed to fuck her. I had to fuck her.

An eager, young face also smiled down upon her. He said, "I'm Art. Ma'am. I'd like to make love to you too." She looked over the young man. He was an archetypal nerd: short, thick glasses and unruly black hair. He was in good shape from playing soccer. and sported a stiff erection, aroused as he never had been before from watching Annie fuck his three team-mates.

Annie smiled at him wantonly."One more stud to fuck. Art, I'm feeling slutty today. Anything you want to do, do it. Fuck me, I'll blow you, cum on my face, tit fuck me. Annieslut is open for business."

Art blushed and stammered. "Would you mind, Ma'am, if we had anal sex? I've always wanted to try it."

"You want to fuck my ass, you sweet thing? Sure. I haven't done it in a long time, but I like it." She motioned him over and took him in her mouth. After sucking him for what must have been ten minutes she moved lower to concentrate on his balls and stroked him with her hand while she took turns sucking on the bloated sacs. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock.

"Think you're ready to fuck me?" she said. Art nodded and broke into a broad smile. Annie rolled over on her stomach and presented Art her buttocks. He knelt between her legs and gradually introduced his cock to her little puckered hole, lubricating it with the other man's cum. Annie winced and then moaned with pleasure. "That feels so good." Bit by bit Art's cock disappeared up her ass. He began with a gentle fucking motion. She met each stroke as he buried his cock balls deep.

I couldn't take it anymore. I tapped Art on the shoulder. "Do you think you can roll over and have Annie lie on top of you while you fuck her ass?"

He nodded, grabbed Annie by her chest and rolled her over so she was now on top with his cock still buried in her. She looked at me with a quizzical expression, eyes glazed over in consuming lust. It dawned on her what I wanted to do and she gave me a sly, sensual smile. I lowered myself carefully between Annie's outstretched legs and rubbed my cock over her clit. She whimpered and grunted, begging to be fucked.

Art meanwhile kept busy doing Annie'e ass. He slowed down to allow me to get in her cunt, still slick and dripping cum from her previous fuck. My cock slid in to Annie's cum filled cunt, pushing some of the cum out and down her thighs. Her cunt felt like liquid satin and I could sense Art's cock in her ass.