I was craving that nervous, cold flutter in my stomach… the one that only real public risk can give me. So I told my husband I wanted to go out and get fucked where anyone could see. We drove to a quiet rural road lined with trees and tall grass, pulled over into the woods just far enough that the road was still visible, and I stripped completely naked right there.Cars kept rolling past every few minutes. Some slowed down. Some probably got a full show of me on my knees with my husband’s cock in my mouth, sucking him deep and wet like the desperate slut I am. I didn’t care. The risk only made me wetter.He bent me over against a tree, then pushed me down into the grass and fucked me hard while headlights flickered through the trees. I was moaning loud, legs spread, completely exposed, taking every thrust like a public whore who lives for being watched. The sound of engines and tires on the dirt road mixed with the wet slap of him pounding me.When he was close I dropped back to my knees,
