Around the mid-1960s, when my wife was in her mid-30s, she began to pose for me and my camera, nude or partly so. By then I was a competent photographer, with good quality equipment, and I also processed and printed my films. I worked in monochrome, as did most amateur photographers at the time.
On one occasion not long after my wife had started posing for me, I was working late in the spare room which served as my office and darkroom. I was printing pictures of her that I had shot earlier in the day. She had gone to bed some time before, but suddenly knocked quietly at the door and asked if she could enter. Once I had put away the light sensitive photopapers I let her in and returned to my seat in front of the trays containing the developer, washes and fixative. My wife came and stood right beside me and started to look at the already printed pictures sitting in the final rinse tray. She was wearing a shortie nightdress that just reached below her bottom and pussy. Suddenly, as she looked at the pictures of herself naked, she gave a little cry and a sudden jerky movement and 'came' involuntarily, squirting a clear, syrupy cum down her right inner thigh.
I slipped my free, left hand between her thighs from behind and felt the warm, slippery cum there, spreading it gently around and working my hand up until it made contact with her open labia - which promptly made her cum some more! We both enjoyed a few more minutes of this, but then I had to stop my darkroom work for a while! She ended up sitting on my lap, facing me, and we kissed while my cock thrust up into her and my hands fondled her small but firm breasts.
We never set out to have sex in public places, but occasionally it happened spontaneously – The best way!
The first time was not too long after we married in 1960. At that time we were living in a succession of rented flats (apartments), mostly of just one or two rooms, often with a shared bathroom. In between, we stayed briefly at my wife’s parents’ home. Such living was not so unusual in the UK at that time and, like a still large proportion of families, neither we nor her parents possessed a TV. So, rather than remain cooped up in a less-than-wonderful flat or with family, we often spent some hours each evening, either at the cinema or just walking around town. Our town was a seaside resort and so we very often went to the public gardens which lay between the beach and seafront road and the top of land that sloped moderately steeply up to around 100 feet (30 metres), laughingly known as The Cliffs. The landscaped gardens were dotted with flower beds, trees and shrubs, steps and pathways. Along the latter, here and there, were wooden, half-glazed shelters of Victorian/Edwardian style, with wooden bench seating. We would often stop and stay awhile at one of these, enjoying kisses and cuddles and some fondling of intimate places. From the shelter, we could see anyone approaching along the paths.
On this particular occasion, a thick sea fog had rolled in and vision was down to just a few yards/metres. The cold, damp fog seemed to have driven everyone else indoors. Before too long, my hand had found its way up my wife’s thigh and under the leg hem of her panties, which were conveniently lifted by her suspender belt when sitting. She was particularly aroused that night and, emboldened by the protecting fog, we suddenly found ourselves pulling and pushing clothing out of the way and my stiff cock was sliding into her warm, wet and welcoming pussy. As we knew she was already pregnant, we just let everything run its course and managed to climax almost simultaneously. A truly memorable night!
We did not make love in a public place again for several years. By the time we did, we had three children, had lost another and suffered a miscarriage. My wife had been warned not to have any more children and rather than take any risks, I had had a vasectomy, so only fired blanks, although everything else worked exactly as it should. On that second occasion, we were on a sloping river bank a few miles away, on a warm, sunny afternoon, with our young children playing happily a short distance away. My wife and I were lying on the grass, cuddling and kissing as so often. Suddenly, somehow, without a word, we both knew what was to happen next. This was the late 1960s and my wife had long taken to wearing mini-skirts and bare legs in summer, so it did not take much effort, with me pressed up close against her back, to pull aside her panties, unzip my jeans and come into her from behind. Of course, no ‘protection’ was needed, as I could no longer make her pregnant. My free hand was around her thigh, ensuring that my cock stayed inside her and at the same time stimulating her clitoris. It did not take much time to produce and fire my load and she gave a few muted squeals of pleasure as we both climaxed. Just as well, as a previously unnoticed yacht was chugging along the riverbank and getting ever closer. I often wondered whether those aboard saw us and realised what we were up to! For my wife, the only downside was having to wear wet, semen-soaked panties for the rest of the afternoon.
In subsequent years, we had several other spur-of-the-moment couplings in the same general area, nearly always with my wife sitting on my lap with her back to me (which meant that I was able to enjoy her by now 36C breasts while we were fucking) and bouncing up and down or rocking back and forth while I wriggled and thrust. On those occasions there were often numbers of other people not too far away (and once, a passing train), which all added to the excitement.
In the early autumn of 1959 I started a new job at a local small bussiness that manufactured ladies handbags and shoppers. A friend already worked there and had told me there was a vacancy for a packer/despatcher, work which I had done with a previous employer. I applied and got the job. On my first day, I was led to the area where I would be working and discovered two women at tables close by, whose job was to make a final inspection of finished products, wrap them, box them and label the boxes. It was then my job to pack boxes into appropriate cases or crates and organise the paperwork for collection.
One of the women was actually a girl in her late teens and the first sight I had of her was from behind, my eyes focussing on a slim pair of legs with an appealing tan, curvy calves and slim and shapely ankles, features which I always liked. On her feet were Roman-style sandals, with the cords criss-crossing up the back of those calves before being tied off. When she turned around I was confronted by a lovely face, framed by long, blonde hair - and a delightful pair of small but pert breasts. I was instantly attracted, but had no notion that in the following Spring she would become my wife!
The other woman was a middle-aged lady, Kath, who was to play some part in encouraging her workmate to go out with me in the first place.
I set about getting to know the girl, whose name was Joan. She had a steady boyfriend of some years, but I got the impression that it was not an exciting relationship. So I persevered and eventually got a date with her, to see a film. That date was followed by others and eventually, with some encouragement from Kath, I stole Joan from her boyfriend and we began a steady relationship. One evening soon after, when we were at another cinema and we were sitting as close together as the seats allowed, I with my arm around her and we had kissed a few times, she quietly whispered to me that her bra was undone. Much later I began to suspect she may have quite deliberately not fastened it to begin with, but I simply took the statement as a cue and over the following minutes gently moved my other hand up to slip inside the top of her blouse and fondle one of her titties. She made no protest. The way to her home afterwards usually saw us using a paved back alleyway, wide enough for a car or small van but with no houses facing into it and only a couple of widely-spaced street lamps. So at a suitable dark spot we stopped for more kissing and this time I undid her blouse and had an enjoyable feel of both breasts. Again, she made no protest. At that time she was between a B and C cup.
As our relationship progressed, I came to spend the later part of most evenings at her home. When it was time for me to leave, we would go into the narrow hallway that led to the front door and there, by the door, we would have a final kiss and cuddle, which often lasted a half-hour or more. It was a time, of course, for me to fondle those delightful titties yet again. This goodnight ritual, which was also followed by her older sisters, was respected by the rest of the family such that if one of them needed to come into the hallway to go upstairs or into another room, they made some noise opening the door, took time over it and did not turn on the hall light. So we did not let the possibility of such a polite 'intrusion' trouble us much. One night, as well as enjoying those lovely breasts, I slipped a hand down the inside of the top of her skirt and panties. Once again she did not stop me or protest, but did make sure her back was to the living room door. First came the excitement of contacting her pubic hair, then I reached her slit and ran my fingertip up and down it. Her body trembled and wriggled with pleasure. Quite quickly, her lips parted, then I touched her vaginal entrace, ran up to her clitoris, then back down again and repeated. Almost instantly, she became very slippery and was clearly loving every second. I discovered she was able to enjoy this stimulattion for many minutes. So that also became a part of our goodnight ritual.
Not all that long after, one night when I was again touching her, I felt her hand inside my trouser top, moving down. She did not go inside my underpants, nor do I remember her touching my cock, which as always was hard and throbbing. But somehow she quickly brought me to ejaculation. I had, as so often, missed the final bus home, so had to walk a couple of miles with semen-soaked underpants. It was far from the last time that I did so, but much more exciting things were to come after we had married in April, 1960.
