A few years ago my wife and I lived in a busy suburb of a major east coast city. The suburb is very walkable, and lots of people walked it. One Saturday night we went on our favorite date night event: restaurant hopping. We went to one place for appetizers and drinks, another for entrees and drinks, and another for dessert and drinks. By the time we got done with dessert, we were both pretty well sloshed.

We decided not to walk straight home, but instead walk around a college campus that was across the street from our house. Our date had started about 8 pm, so by this point it was about 11:30 or 12. We held hands and walked along the peagravel trail around campus.

When we arrived at a spot on the trail that went into a small grove of trees, my suddenly frisky wife grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. We kissed hard for what seemed like 5 minutes. Meanwhile, a couple of cars passed behind me on the well-traveled street along that side of campus.

She grabbed my butt and squeezed. I grabbed hers with both hands and pushed her body into mine. She could feel my excitement through my pants and her miniskirt.

About 20’ from us was a log fence around a small pond. She pulled me to the fence and put her right forearm on top of it. Her left hand reached behind her, lifted her skirt, and pulled her thong to the side.

For a moment I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife, who is normally pretty modest around other people, was presenting herself to me out in the open.

I unzipped my shorts and wrenched my growing cock out of my fly. (No underwear for me.) My cock slid into her body almost effortlessly. We fucked right there on a college campus and next to the street for several minutes. I reached to her 36 DD’s and held them like they were handlebars. Her nipples grew between my fingers and I pictured them in my mouth. Sucking sucking sucking.

Finally, I filled her with my selenium shake. My balls emptied and my cock relaxed. I zipped up, but she left her thong to the side so my cum could drip out onto her thighs.

We walked back to our house arm in arm. Somehow holding hands didn’t seem like enough contact.

Later the next day she told me I had been fucking her asshole. In my drunken state I had assumed I was inside her pussy. She promised me that I had been inside her ass, and my cum stains verified it.

I fucked my wife’s asshole next to a busy road on a college campus.

I love her and she loves me.