Jan Stater was reading her 'Softie's Guide to Sea Canoeing in The Hebrides', section 69, 'Canada's over There'.

It was great.  She'd got it on the web for $69  It was full of details for off-the-beaten-track sea expeditions.  It was summer-only canoeing and the guide stressed the dangers of the Atlantic waters, turquoise-blue and white shell-sanded though they were.

'With the sun out blazing and the water flat calm there could be no better activity,' Jan thought to herself.  

Actually, Jan could think of perhaps one activity which could surpass the thrill of sharing the waters with the dolphins, porpoises and seals.  Better not to think of the Orca whales.

Where was Hu?  Jan had started a three week summer holiday menage-a-trois three years ago.  Summer on the island would never be the same again.

Three weeks of anything-goes sex with the bronzed, muscular, shaven-headed sail-boarding, body-boarding, sailing, speedboating, Leeds hunk and his enthusiastic lovely wife, Sam.

Sam, more accurately, was dead keen and very enthusiastic with her open bisexuality.

Jan was useful to Sam, playing the role of beginner in the girl on girl frolics.

She was more useful to Hu, it could be said, as a fellow water sports enthusiast.  Sam was too pretty, too delicate, too girlie to think of getting her feet  wet and her hair spoiled.

No, Jan was the one for Hu.  It didn't do any harm that she was a summer slut and very happy with her lot. She loved the physicality of the sex with Hu. 

She loved it even more when it happened on the secluded beaches and islets.  Some of them could be approached on foot, at low tide, as well as by sea.  If luck would have it there might be naturists and sun worshippers there to be hospitable to.

Jan had discovered the unsurpassable sexual thrill of the solitary nude man on a sun-dazzling, white-sanded strand. 

Full, unrestrained, skin-to-skin adventurous sex on the beach with a stranger...Maturity brought many advantages, Jan Stater had learned. 

It was only natural that, after twenty years of summering on The Island Jan should be willing to share her knowledge with these interesting men from around the world. 

It was not surprising that bare brown-fannied, sleeveless-topped, braless chatting with a sun worshipping nude male, cock and balls on parade, sometimes erection flaunted, often circumcised, always foreskin rolled back, head out, gleaming crease there for a lady to enjoy, should lead on to more. 

No, it was hardly surprising that all of this should lead on to much, much more. 

'Ah.'  There was Hu. He was carrying the red fuel can for the speedboat.  He would be planning to go with Jan to the Isle of Grey Seals.  They'd tow the canoes out and back. Hu would put his sailboard on his canoe.

Once the two of them got to Seal Island they'd use the canoes to approach the seal colony and make contact with the family of forty or so grey seals. 

The seals were, to some extent, used to the canoeists.  Nonetheless they all gathered in an almost eerie circle, black shining, salt water-dropletted heads bobbing as they encircled the canoes and stared, big eyed and long-moustached at their visitors.

They weren't to know, that the lady canoeist in the red kayak was topless under the lifejacket and wearing a very sexy little pair of transparent dark blue lace panties, were they?

Hu suddenly stopped where he was and made a 'smack myself in the head' gesture.  He pointed to the barn and held up the fuel can. 

Jan nipped her lower lip with her top teeth and smiled her huge smile.  She nodded, exaggeratedly.  Hu would  be off for ten minutes collecting petrol from the tank kept over at the tractor sheds.

Jan watched as her soon-to-be-fucker made off to the barn.  Shirtless and in shorts, even from a distance he was summer-tanned sex on stilts.

Jan chuckled to herself at the almost unbelievable sexual tension of these, now annual, three weeks of shared sex by the beach.

Jan lay down on the white shell sand beach, feeling the comforting wamth of the heated sand against her bare legs and arms.

She snuggled into the sand, closed her eyes  and went into relaxation mode.  The sounds of a Hebridean late July were all around .

The calls of the oystercatchers bit into the near silence of the land. In between the long oyster catcher calling came the frenetic shrieks of the swifts guarding their nests over on 'Bird Strike Island'.  Far away the grass cutting and baling machinery thrummed softly and steadily. 

Always there were the gentle, calm sea sounds of high summer by the Atlantic's edge.

Jan's mind, swamped with sex, turned to how it had all emerged over the years.

She'd been with Him for 25 years. They'd married young, fucked each other half to death in every way possible, except for THAT. 

The sex had been good, always, AMAZING, often.  They'd kept up the outdoor pursuitism into their forties and the sex reflected their still-lithe athleticism.

Jan had, almost never, faked her orgasms.  Being rogered for two hours at a time usually led to an outcome.

Whether Hubby was always the one in Jan's mind doing all the fucking was another matter altogether.

Jan did like to imagine all kinds of men at her, on her and in her.

As the years went by and after pretending not to be miles away in her mind as she closed her eyes, shook and gripped furiously with her tight thighs as she took pleasure through herself in pulsing, overwhelming waves, one night things changed.

Hubby had been trying to fuck Jan since about 12.00, lunchtime.  It was a hot, still, blue-skied Aberdeen summer's day and the sap had risen right up. 

The three kids were everywhere.  Every time Jan's short skirt, which she'd changed into for ease of access, was rolled up to her waist and her legs spread, wet fannied, there'd be footsteps and  'MUUUM, WHERE ARE YOU?'

Hubby would dive, fully erect into the en-suite while Jan quickly jumped up, wriggled her skirt back down and stood at the bedroom door trying to bribe her little ones to eat Munchies in the garden tent, or whatever.

Nothing worked, of course, and  after a few failed attempts at the fuck, Jan drew the line.  It would have to wait till later.

She'd said, at the fourth attempted go, soaking-slitted, "It's not fine is it, getting up to full throttle and having to keep stopping...We'll have to wait till later..." 

A deflated Hubby had to get on with his sales, also.  The moment had passed.  The deed had yet to be done.

There is, of course, something about starting and stopping.  Something in the glances that pass between the two roused and plotting players, waiting for their moment.

So the day passed.  The three kids wouldn't and couldn't be put off.  Neither did Jan, or Hubby, want to keep them at bay.  The sex would have to wait.  Rounders and Catch  had to be seen to.

Hubby lay in bed, showered, naked and erect, ready for Jan.

Jan was taking a little longer than the usual pre-fuck quick shower but Hubby was patient.  He wasn't planning in letting the hard-on go for another two hours anyway.  He could wait a few more minutes.

He'd heard the shower switch being clicked off and could work out that Jan was busy with preparing herself for sex.

He heard the bathroom door opening and felt that final surge of blood force his cock to tingling full attention. He pulled his foreskin fully back.  The bedroom door opened.

She was fuck-lovely, in her own way.  

Three kids on she was no model, never had been really, even when she was a 19 year old size 12.   She was certainly fuckable, though and did not hold back from the fun and games.  They both knew what the other liked and wanted.  There were no inhibitions.

Jan had taken a bit of trouble, no doubt enjoying her preparations.  Hubby was just a soap, shower, shave and shampoo bloke.  It was up to Jan to provide the perfume and the fragrancing.  She'd lotioned herself with something new.  She smelled wonderful.

She'd put her dark brown hair up in clasps, unusual for the paige-boyed Jan.

She'd got on new stockings, flowered at the decal, dark hooped at the top of the thigh.  The stocking grips nipped into the thigh flesh, just a little.  NICE.

Her underwired little bra was hoisting the 36Cs up well. giving her cleavage.  The nipples were clearly defined, already stiff, pushing through the white lace of her top.

The knickers, as usual high-legged, were thonged at the back and transparent at the fanny.  Her dark brown pubes were lurking under the thin film of stretchy white lace.

Jan walked up to the bed, leaned over, tit-dangling and flung the duvet back to the bottom of the bed.

Hubby was revealed, naked, rock hard in the cock, foreskin back, glint in the eye.

Jan got on the bed kneeling and gripped the cock tight.  Hubby worked her thighs and nipples, slowly, gently.  There would be a lot of touching, stroking, rubbing and licking to come.  There was no rush.

Hubby could feel the already well-damp knicker crotch.  Jan was up for a long one... 

Jan wanked the cock hard and furiously.  She wasn't bothered if she got Hubby to the point of climax there and then.  If he took her hand away she knew to leave the cock alone for a few minutes to calm down.

Jan was doing her softest and gentlest cocksucking on Hubby in between the hand wanks. She was changing position as she worked. 

On her knees, going down; then curled up at the just-washed cock, pussy-like, legs raised and spread, maximum fanny flash on view; then back on her knees, Hubby kneeling opposite and offering hard cock to her at face level.

Then off the bed, leaning down on the cock and balls, Hubby stretched out, passive just letting Jan lick the rim and suck hard and strongly at the crown, hands-free, Jan pulling at it with her mouth as if to stretch it as far as it would go.   

She was having her head brought onto the cock, gentle pulls being put on her kneck and head as Hubby offered her what she was so much wanting to suck. 

Even if she wanked Hubby off in one she knew that he could recover in 15 minutes and would be raring to go agin.  He could masturbate himself back up no bother while Jan was fingered, licked, rubbed. 

They would both work at Jan.  She used her fingers as and when she wanted, often stimulating clit, crack and nipples.  Hubby would use his own box of tricks to keep her interested.

Things were going well for Hubby and he was taken to near climax repeatedly.  The erection was, if anything, still harder, the head gleamimg and shining purple, smooth and tight-skinned.

Jan was wet and warm, hard nippled.  She took the clit-fingering off Hubby with sighs and little moans.

She sighed out her satisfaction as Hubby tongued at the slippery cleft, teasing at the clit with his deft, careful fingers.

It wasn't enough.  Having held back since mid day they were both after a sensational fuck.

Hubby put Jan on her back, moved a pillow under her head for support for what was to come.  Jan pulled her right tit out of the bra having been, so far, sucking and wanking one-titted.

Both breasts, heavily nippled, hung over the wiring of the bra.  They would stay like that for the next two hours as they were flashed, dangled and squeezed up against Hubby. 

The tits looked good with the cock in beween them or with the nipples brushed lightly over the shining purple of the dick.

Hubby raised Jan's knees, spread them and lifted the thin knickers aside.  He worked his fingers deep and firm but still gently over everything.  He probed a finger into the wet entrance.

He stabbed the rock hard cock against Jan's outer legs, on her belly, letting her feel the warm length of the firmness that she was going to go on.

Hubby had taken over.  Jan knew that he was up to something.  Her eyes gleamed a little and a quizzical little smile appeared on her lips as she took the fingering and waited for something new to happen. 

Her increasing interest in things could be felt in the amount of slippy film beginning to coat what would soon be taken.

Hubby fingered her, full length, pausing at the upstroke to vibrate her at the clit.  Jan moaned some longer moans.

"You could show yourself to other men, like this, legs spread.  You look good.  You wouldn't need to be shy...you are 45..."

Jan's legs flexed and opened as wide as she could spread them she as she gave a huge gasp.

"You could show yourself to somebody at work...to somebody who is retiring soon... to someone that you could treat...to someone that you like...to someone who has felt your bra strap...."

Jan gripped her knees tight and almost came.  Hubby took his fingers off her fanny and let her compose herself and hold on to the feeling.

In a few moments Jan had got herself under control.  She was fingered a few times, and clit-teased.

"You could show yourself... everything... legs wide apart... breasts out...to...The Colonel...."

Jan's fanny soaked up, instantly.  Her juices were running.  She was writhing on the bed. She was rolling her head from side to side on the pillow, drawing in loud gasps

"YESSSS..." she shouted.

This was more like it.  Hubby had got Jan going.  It would be a long session.

Hubby concentrated on Jan.  She was miles away but still remembering to do some cock pulling to keep Hubby on the go.  Not that that mattered.  If she was too far gone to remember, Hubby could see to that himself, Jan watching approvingly through half-open eyes.

"You could wait till you were on your own in the Staffroom...you could sit carelessly...very carelessly....you would wear one of your short skirts...you would have on lace knickers, very lacey, very see-through...you would know that your pubes were on show..."

Jan was boiling and ready to come.  Hubby knew that she could not always be counted upon to hold on.  He wasn't nearly finished with the routine but he knew that Jan would have to be fucked SOON.

Hubby moved in between Jan's legs, spreading her willing thighs wide.  He did his favourite lifting aside of the soaking knickers, took in the fresh, strong sex scent of the soaking fanny, offered up the cock to her entrance and fucked her in one.

He pushed in slowly and powerfully, dipping her up to the hilt.  He held the cock at full depth and ground against her bone. 

Jan was in submissive near-climax.  She was holding on to it, trying to build it up as high as she could before crashing into the ecstacy of her imminent bursting climax.

"Then... you could..." Hubby was fucking her slowly and gently, giving deep thrusts all the way up before pulling back to tease the entrance with the helmet.  "Then...you could...."

Hubby's narrative was slowing down as he got very close to his own moment.  It was all down to timing and skill now. 

Could he hold the spurts back until Jan fell into irresistible orgasm?  Could they pull off perfect timing with him filling her up as she writhed and thigh-squeezed in her moment of total pleasure?

"You could...you could go to the ladies, remove the knickers and meet The Colonel in his office...you could sit, legs spread, no-knickered for him...you could sit on his desk, next to the pilot figurine...you could let him pull a seat up and take in the view as you pose...willingly...you could tell him that you enjoy watching men wank their admiration at you...that you take that as a compliment...you could wipe him down after he'd finished...

Jan fell.  She gasped, closed her eyes, squeezed at hubby with her thighs.  Hubby lay, full- weighted on Jan shafting her fast and deep.  Jan felt Hubby twitch.  She felt the cock throb.  She felt the warm drops landing deep inside, six pulses given.

She held Hubby tight, pulling him into her and onto her, arching her back to take as much of the good-sized cock as he had to offer.

Jan relaxed her grip and lay back, still and big- smiled.

She gave some of her just-fucked little giggles.

"Wow", was all she said as they both collapsed into recovery mode.  They'd both be ready for more within 30 minutes.  This particular session was nothing like over.

From now on, sex would never be the same again.  Jan was now free to imagine any man of her choosing giving and taking from her any kind of sex that entered her mind.  She could begin to share her fantasies with Hubby.

Hubby would ask and she would tell.

Jan couldn't wait to get on with it.

A new stage in their sexual great adventure had begun.

"Jan, Hola! Are you up for it?"

Jan opened her eyes and looked up at the shorts' bulge posed for her on the sand slope above where she'd been taking the sun.

"Oh YUS, Hu....I tink I might just be....let's go, Gorgeous Cock..."

They'd turned the critical corner by the rocks at the head of the loch.  They called this point 'Tit Corner', when alone together.

From there on they could not be seen from the farm or beach.

Next stop the hot soft-sanded beaches of The Isle of Grey Seals.  The only visitors at this time of day would arrive by boat, canoe or yacht. 

Occasionally some adventure-seeking overnight campers, mainly young folk, would have taken advantage of low tide to walk over the strand and spend the night in tented, secluded, uninhabited island bliss.

It was traditional for Jan to strip off her tight sleeveless top two minutes after they turned at 'Tit Corner', revealing the good, heavy breasts of her mid forties.

Once topless and bare-breasted, Jan would move over to Helmsman Hu and pull his shorts or little blue trunks, or whatever, off to reveal his large, impressive, big brown-bearded cock and balls.

Hu would not be needing the shorts again that day, until, of course, they were almost back at 'Tit Rock'.

Their little private joke was that, once, a Blue Tit had actually landed on their boat just as they rounded the corner to escape the view of the other holidaymakers back at the camp. 

It was, therefore, entirely natural to refer to that spot, from then on, as 'Titty Rock', innit?

Jan loved the thrill of having her bare-cocked stud helming the boat while she sat, taking in the breathtaking views on offer...on the way to their favourite little spot.

Hu seemed perfectly happy with his tanned topless shipmate too and sometimes, even en route, the evidence was before Jan's very eyes.