Last week my husband was taking me out for dinner on our tenth anniversary, so that afternoon, while the kids were in school, I went to buy something special to wear.

It was warm but breezy, and I kept having to hold my short summer dress down to keep it from blowing up over my thighs. I saw men staring.

At the shop, just as I took my hands off my dress to grab the door handle, a gust of wind blew the dress up above my butt, revealing my white thong panties. A young guy smiled at me, clearly having seen it all. I darted inside. While I picked out lingerie and a sexy black dress, I flashed back to what happened. I got kind of excited!

Back outside, it was even harder to hold my dress down with only one hand free. Finally I just threw myself at the mercy of the wind, and a lot of happy men got a show. As I was walking across the park, which was fairly deserted, two guys about 18 or 19 were walking toward me when the wind blew my dress up and held it. The boys just stared at my crotch. I walked by them, hiding my excitement with an embarrassed smile.

One boy called out, “Nice view,” and his pal laughed and gave a wolf whistle. I stopped in my tracks and without taking time to think turned to face them and asked if they had something to say. They began to apologize — until I asked if they’d like to see more. I couldn’t believe my boldness, me a 34-year-old married mother teasing boys nearly young enough to be my sons!

As I stood there, another gust of wind exposed my panties to their lustful gazes. I asked their names, and they said Fred and Victor. “Well, Fred and Victor,” I said with an assertiveness totally unlike me, “Let’s go over there in the woods and you can see more than just my legs.” They followed me to the woods and we found a secluded spot. A moment later Fred and I were locked in a lustful kiss.

When I pulled away, with Victor standing a few feet away, I said, “Don’t you find me attractive?” He nodded, and I said, “Well, come here then,” unbuttoning the front of my dress. Soon he was tonguing my breasts. Meanwhile Fred’s hand went up my dress and was caressing my butt. He began tugging my panties down. When he got them down, I stepped out of them.

As he knelt at my ankles, I said, “Wait,” and bent my legs slightly and parted them, then moved my hand over my thighs and down to my pussy. “Lick me here,” I said, and he slurped away at my vagina. Soon both guys had their pants at their ankles, and I was stroking Victor’s cock while he leaned against a tree. I felt Fred’s shaft touching the back of my thigh as he searched for my entrance.

“Do either of you have a condom?” I asked. Neither of them did. “Well,” I said, “we’ll just have to be extra careful.” And with that I let Fred enter me slowly. It felt wonderful! As he filled me up, I bent over to give Victor what I liked to think was the best blowjob he ever had. He moaned and groaned and wrapped his hands in my hair while Fred held my hips and thrust into me.

I fully intended to tell Fred to pull out when he came, but since my mouth was full of Victor’s tool, and since I was so turned on anyway, I didn’t bother. As he shot his load inside me, I moaned with an amazing climax. At the same time I was rewarded with a mouthful of Victor’s come, which I struggled to swallow in between gasps.

When we were done, I realized how late it was. My kids would be getting home from school, and my husband would be getting home from work, and my babysitter would be arriving — and, oh yes, I had just let an 18-year-old stranger come in my pussy!

After hurrying home, I just had the time to change, comb my hair and spray on some perfume before being deluged by kids, husband and sitter. Then we had to go, as Hal had reservations at a chic restaurant and was paranoid about being late.

All through dinner I felt Fred’s semen trickling from my swollen hole. Luckily Hal got a little tipsy that night and when he eventually got around to fingering my hole, and even licking it, I managed to convince him the reason I was so wet was that I was so hot for him!

Luckily, I didn’t get pregnant. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy my adventure, but the next time I go out on a windy day I’ll be sure to wear slacks.