Sharing My Girlfriend Again

The time I found myself unexpectedly sharing my busty girlfriend Becky again with another man.

My girlfriend Becky is 5'7" with shoulder length brown hair, matching brown eyes, a lovely, slender figure, and a cracking pair of DD tits. I'd already shared her with another man, a much older man (Sharing my Girlfriend) then found myself sharing her unexpectedly again.

A year later, now twenty-three, we took a drive into the countryside one sunny Saturday afternoon, looking for a quiet spot for some outdoor fun. We found a lay-by and parked the car then went for a walk until we found somewhere discreet to lay down a blanket. No doubt we were trespassing on some farmers land, but that was just part of the fun.

I wore a casual pair of khaki shorts with a t-shirt, while Becky wore a tight pair of denim shorts and a rib, v-neck crop top for easy access to her juicy, ripe melons.

No sooner had we set the blanket down, we were making out on top of it. I had her top off pretty quickly, caressing her big, fleshy tits. It was exciting. We'd never fucked in a field during the day before. Becky helped remove my t-shirt before she got naked, but I wasn’t that courageous, so I kept my shorts on.

I buried my head between her legs, and while she basked nude in the sun, her shaven pussy basked in the pleasure of my eager tongue licking her wet, sticky folds. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, sinking two fingers effortlessly between her pouting cunt lips.

She arched her back, groaning, as she held her tits and rolled her hard nipples. The idea of being caught stayed in the back of my mind but it excited Becky no end. She was drenching my face with her juices. I happily slurped them up with my tongue until she eventually climaxed.

"Make love to me in this field," she sighed, coming down from her high. I chuckled at how turned on she was as she pulled me down on top of her.

With my shorts around my ankles, my topless body meshed against her curvy naked one, I positioned my cock in place and slowly entered her wet pussy with ease. We began making love in the field, just like she wanted, on the blanket, amongst the long grass under the sun.

It was always the same when we made love, a few minutes in and Becky demanded to be fucked. But as I started to pound her, sweating and grunting, I noticed a man slowly appear from the tree line. He was tall and skinny, wearing a bucket hat and carrying a rucksack. He looked mid-forties and a bit geeky.

"Oh, shit!" I climbed off Becky and rested on my knees, quickly pulling my shorts up. She blushed beetroot, laughing with embarrassment as she sat up and wrapped her nakedness with the blanket.

"It's ok," the man said, stopping short of us. "I won't hurt or record you… and I won't try to join in… but can I watch?"

"What the fuck?" I laughed in disbelief. He was dead serious. "Who are you? Where the fuck did you come from?"

He raised his right arm and showed us a small pair of binoculars. "I'm a birdwatcher," he chuckled, then glanced down at Becky with excitement in his eyes. Birdwatching indeed, I thought.

In fairness to him, he did look the part. He wore walking shoes, trouser shorts, and a thin cotton shirt. He appeared harmless and friendly enough, and very keen to watch us finish our grassy romp, but he creeped me out. Becky simply laughed and threw the blanket off.

"Come on, Joey, let’s finish what we started," she grinned mischievously.

The birdwatcher's eyes nearly popped out of his head, when Becky threw back the blanket and exposed her naked body. He slipped the rucksack from his shoulders and unzipped his shorts, watching her lay back down and spread her legs, exposing her swollen, wet hole.

I looked at them both, eyes snapping back and forth. "Are you serious?" I gasped at her, heart racing like crazy.

"I swear I won't come any closer or take my phone out," the birdwatcher pleaded, desperate for us to continue.

He even confidently took his cock out and started stroking with anticipation. It was one of the most bizarre situations I've ever found myself in. Becky continued giggling, looking across at the birdwatcher and his hammer like cock. It was long and thin with a much larger than usual head. I saw the sparkle in my girlfriend's eyes before she beckoned me to lie down between her legs again.

"Fuck it," I muttered under my breath. I pulled my shorts back down and got between her legs, rubbing my semi-hard cock against her slippery folds. She was definitely wetter than when I left her.

As I grew fully erect and pushed into her sopping cunt, I began to wonder what she was thinking as she clenched around me. She moaned and caressed her tits while looking at the birdwatcher stroking his long cock. I could see and feel her added excitement as I slowly fucked her.

Her moans became louder and her brown eyes were fixed firmly on the stranger standing a few metres away from us, jerking off. With my hands on the blanket, holding myself above her, I glanced at the man. His eyes were also firmly fixed... on Becky and her big tits.

This was so different to when I watched Burt fucking her on holiday the previous year. I was hard as a rock inside her pussy, and found that being watched by a stranger was more exciting than I ever thought it would be. My cock became super sensitive. I knew I was about to blow my load, but Becky hadn't cum yet.

The more I thought about it, the closer I got to ejaculating. Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't realise I had slowed down to delay my orgasm. Becky sensed something was wrong and asked if I was ok. My heart was near bursting through my chest, and I was breathing raggedly.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

"It's ok," she whispered back. "I don't have to cum every time."

I was so lucky and blessed to have a girlfriend like Becky, I thought, letting out a deep sigh. Then I lost my mind. I relaxed my body on top of her and softly nuzzled my face into her neck.

"His cock will make you cum," I breathed. “Do you want him to fuck you?"

Becky giggled knowingly. "We don't need to do that," she replied quietly, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

"But you can't stop looking at his hammer cock,” I teased hoarsely. “We both know he'll give you a good nailing." I was on the brink of emptying my balls.

Becky smirked mischievously this time. "Do you really want that, Joe?“ she whispered. “Like we did with Burt?”

"Yes, but do you want his big cock inside you?" I had to stop before I came.

Becky looked at the birdwatcher. I saw out the corner of my eye that he was still stroking his cock with his shorts around his knees. I could also hear his own heavy breathing before I watched my girlfriend studying another man with curiosity.

"It does look like a hammer," she whispered in awe. "Invite him closer.”

I pulled out, my cock covered in her juices and dripping pre-cum from the tip. I felt drunk, unable to think straight. I was being led astray by my desire to watch my girlfriend with another man again. The birdwatcher stopped stroking, looking unsure as he pulled his shorts up, thinking we'd finished fucking.

"Treat her with respect,” I told him, climbing off to give him my girlfriend.

"What? I can fuck her?" he gasped at me and then Becky. She blushed with her legs spread invitingly on the blanket, while I put my t-shirt back on, looking around the field of long grass. Her cunt was on display and in need of filling.

"Yeah," I gulped, stepping away from my girlfriend, checking the field once more.

"Thank you," he replied, shocked by the invitation. He couldn't believe his luck, while I couldn't believe I was about to watch my girl get fucked by another man for the second time in our relationship.

Becky looked like an excited bag of nerves herself, suddenly breathing anxiously as the birdwatcher stood at her feet and dropped his shorts. He looked down at her naked, exposed body with appreciation, stroking his hard, narrow shaft. The overly large bulbous head grew darker in colour, weeping pre-cum.

"You're beautiful," he sighed, getting down on his knees. "Exquisite legs," he added, running his hands up her smooth, slender pins. "Mmm, and your breasts are perfect." Becky bit down on her lip, sighing, as the birdwatcher cupped her tits and gently squeezed her soft flesh together, letting out an excited breath. I gulped again and just watched.

“Treat her with the utmost respect,” I warned him once more. He ignored me.

"Your breasts are magnificent," he sighed at Becky, transfixed as he rubbed his thumbs over her dark-pink nipples.

She moaned and closed her eyes, melting under his touch as she spread her legs wider, offering herself to the birdwatcher. He rubbed his flared head along her slit and slapped it against her clit while kneading her big tits a little firmer. I glanced around the field, worried another stranger might appear. Worse would be a farmer with a shotgun.

The nightmare scenarios raced through my mind as the birdwatcher leaned forward and softly suckled Becky’s left nipple, then the right one. She still had her eyes closed, squirming and sighing on the blanket. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke slowly, my eyes fixed on what was happening on the ground.

Moving more to the side for a better view, I saw the birdwatcher’s face rub against the smooth skin of her breasts. He took his time to explore every inch of Becky's big tits and taut nipples before he reluctantly pulled away to grip his shaft, ready to fuck my horny girlfriend.

"I can't wait for this," he breathed heavily, rubbing his cock along her slit.

When he sank that thick hammer head inside her, the three of us groaned together. Becky’s greedy cunt sucked and squelched as she moaned on the blanket. The look on her face and the unstable pattern of her breathing told me the extra girth of his engorged, bulbous head was stimulating her tight, vaginal walls, creating a friction my average six inches just simply couldn't.

Becky opened her eyes and gazed at me, smiling blissfully before she closed them again and wrapped her body around the birdwatcher. Jealousy pinged inside me, but my cock twitched in my hand and produced more dripping pre-cum. She looked so damn sexy and happy while I leaked onto the grass between my feet.

“So beautiful and tight," he groaned, when she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his back.

"Fuck me," Becky panted.

"Mmm, do you like it hard and deep?" he grunted, but it was a rhetorical question.

Becky moaned "yes" anyway as the lusty passion between them became evident. I nearly shot my load watching him bury his cock balls deep, forcing her head to tilt back, her body to arch, and her mouth to gape wide open. She exhaled wild sexual noises into the field as the birdwatcher fucked her vigorously.

Caught in my girlfriend's horny clutches, he pounded her wet cunt, banging against her clit. After a few deep thrusts, she removed her legs from his hips and spread them wide and high in the air.

"Uh! Yes! Fuck me! Uh! Yes!" she screamed, delirious.

"Mmm, your girl loves my cock! Look at the horny bitch! You love it, don't you, darling!" The birdwatcher grunted again.

He rose higher and put Becky's flailing legs on his shoulders. I moved to the bottom of the blanket with my hard cock in hand. Her pussy was opened right up, stretched to the max. I could see his balls slapping against her arse as he fucked her like a sexy, cheap whore in the field.

"Oh, God! You're so deep inside my pussy! Fuck me!" My girlfriend begged the birdwatcher to pleasure her.

"Put your hands above your head, darling. I want to watch those big tits bounce while I make you cum on my cock!" The birdwatcher became dominant, aggressive. "Your girls pussy feels so good, my friend! Ohhhh, fuck!"

"Yes!" Becky cried out, eyes closed, head right back while her tits flopped and bounced around. "Don't stop! I'm gonna coming! Oh, God yes! Fuck me! Yes!”

"Mmm, I can feel it! Gush for me, gorgeous!" he encouraged, fucking her harder and faster, so noisy and filthy.

Becky was soaking wet, indeed gushing as his cock filled her cunt over and over. She couldn't hold out any longer, not that she was trying to. Her screams erupted from her lungs, no doubt travelling the distance of the field. I was on the very brink of releasing my load with every grunt he fucked out of her.

"Oh my God! Yes! I’m cumming!” Becky truly let go, screaming like a banshee until her orgasm subsided. “Fuck, that was amazing!" she panted, satisfied.

"Roll over. I want you from behind." The birdwatcher was in full control while I simply remained where I was, stroking and looking around the field nervously.

Becky eagerly got onto her hands and knees, dragging her heavy tits along the blanket. The birdwatcher positioned himself behind her spread legs. He was a different man to the one we first met, but he still looked geeky with his walking hat, cotton shirt and shoes on. The shorts and boxers around his ankles restricted his leg movements but not his energy.

"Mmm, even your arse is perfect," he groaned, smoothing Becky's buttocks with one hand as he nudged his cock between them with his other hand. "Go to the front, my friend. She's your girl, so let's spit roast her. She’ll fucking love it.”

His dirty chuckle rang loud in my ears as he stuffed Becky's hungry cunt with his thick cock again. "Ohhh, fuck she's lovely!" he groaned up at the blue sky.

"Uhhhh... Uhhhh..." she grunted, taking him slow and deep.

Becky was tighter from behind. The birdwatcher’s cock stretched that tightness around his length as he began to fuck her once more. I knelt in front of her sweaty, panting face and raised her head up, offering my cock to her lips.

"That's it, darling, suck your boyfriend while I fuck you." The birdwatcher spanked Becky’s arse as she took my cock into her mouth, sucking greedily.

I knew I wouldn't last long. Becky was sucking me off while another man occupied and pounded her at the other end. He grinned at me in between grunts as he gave it to her hard. I reached under her body and grabbed her swaying tits, squeezing them harshly while I moaned, ready to shoot my load down her throat.

What started out as looking for a romp in the countryside had materialised into a kinky threesome with a stranger. It wouldn't take a brain surgeon to figure out how it was going to end. I pinched Becky's nipples and flooded her mouth.

The birdwatcher congratulated me as he continued to fuck her mercilessly from behind. She coughed and groaned, doing her best to take the pounding as she swallowed my salty muck. I then fell back onto my arse, breathing heavily with the sun beating down hard on us.

"Mmm, you need to marry this one,” the birdwatcher said, heaving into Becky with everything he had. "Ohhh, she's amazing! Can I cum inside you, darling?"

"Yes! Do it! Fill my pussy with your cum!" Becky growled at me, looking possessed and on the brink of another orgasm.

"I'm gonna fuck every last drop into your tight cunt!" he promised, while I sat feeling lost after my exhausting climax.

"Uhhhhh! Fuck!" Becky screamed.

The birdwatcher pushed on the back of her head, pressing her face down into the blanket as he pumped his cock deep inside her cunt, determined to fill her.

"Mmm, look at her taking it like a trooper! Come for us again, darling. Mmm, there's a good girl!" he groaned.

Becky grunted in response. She accepted the submissive position and told him to fuck her harder. He pushed firmer on the back of her head and obliged, inflicting harsher treatment upon my girlfriend.

"Ohhh... I'm gonna cum... Ohhh... Fuck me... Fuck me!" Becky screamed.

"Look at your man as you do it!" The birdwatcher pulled her up by her, brown hair. She screamed again. I saw the pain on her face and the pleasure in her eyes.

"Don't hurt her!" I snapped, pulling my shorts up.

"Keep going!" Becky demanded.

"She's loving every inch, aren't you, darling!"

"Yes... Yes!" Becky cried out.

With a wicked grin at me, he yanked her hair harder and started fucking her with short, harsh strokes, keeping his cock deep inside her. Becky's eyes began to roll around before they closed, followed by long, haunting screams of ecstasy .

"She's squeezing me. Oh, fuck she's tight. Your girl is squeezing me like she wants my cum. Fuck! Here it comes!”

His words sent tremors up my spine. I felt weak and that angered me, but I knew it was part of the course. The to and fro of emotions were the consequences of sharing my girlfriend with him. Then I felt pride when she grabbed my hand and pulled me close. I watched her climax, looking as hot and beautiful as ever.

With a great view of them both lost in pleasure, I wondered if I'd ever be able to live a life with Becky that didn't involve sharing her body with other men. She clearly loved it as much as I did. It was more powerful than any drug.

"Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum," the birdwatcher warned us. "I'm going to cum deep inside your girl." He fucked her with urgency, losing control of his raspy voice. "Take it! Take my cum!”

Unable to resist the wet, warmth of Becky's tight, convulsing inner walls any longer, the birdwatcher rammed into the back of her several times, then fired his cum deep into my girlfriend's cunt, filling her womb. It seemed violent with a touch or eroticism sprinkled on top.

"Ohhh, that was incredible," he finally breathed, pulling out then standing up. "Thank you both. I so fucking need that.”

Becky collapsed onto the blanket, exhausted, while the birdwatcher pulled his shorts up, removed his hat, and wiped away the sweat on his face.

"In all my years of birdwatching, I've never been this lucky.“

As I helped Becky, he asked if she was ok. I answered sheepishly on her behalf. He then thanked us once more before picking up his rucksack and binoculars and disappearing back into the trees.

"Are you really ok?" I comforted, Becky.

"Yeah," she smiled, beginning to dress. She caught me looking at her well-stretched hole, leaking another man's cum onto the blanket. "It's rude to stare," she laughed.

"Was he good? It sounded like he was." I chuckled, feeling a little foolish.

"Forget about him," she replied, but her smile and eyes couldn't lie. The birdwatcher had fucked my girlfriend good. "He's gone. It's just us again." Becky kissed me softly on the lips.

"Ok, so what do you want to do now?" I knew we had to discuss this at some point. This side of our relationship needed mutual honesty and direction.

"I really fancy some ice-cream."

"Chocolate?" I chuckled, feeling blessed again to have Becky in my life.

"Always chocolate ice-cream," she giggled, putting her big tits away.

We left the field and drove to the nearest park with a kiosk selling small tubs of ice-cream. To think we walked eating the sweet treat, while the birdwatchers salty treat leaked from her cunt, saturating her knickers, was another crazy experience.

I fucked Becky again that night, straight after she showered. I went down on her first, while she described how amazing the birdwatchers hammer cock felt inside her. She didn't want to admit it, but I selfishly coaxed it out of her. It was the best cock she'd ever felt inside her.