They sat on a rise on a riverbank under a large gum tree. It was hot. Yellow grass, neurotic cicadas, and distant voices – children and families in the park or by the river. 

 Discretion and lack of expectation were the basis of their meetings. 

They liked games. They'd broken up long ago. Emotion was absent.  

They'd meet with the possibility of sex, but no guarantee of it. No passionate or loving sex.

Her pale face, red hair and freckles gave her a pixie-like look even in her mid-thirties.

She liked to pretend she was a high school student manipulated into sucking her teacher's cock. Or that she was a sex slave passed around, used and humiliated by older men in a card game.  

It was a game they played a few times in the last year. Maybe three. Maybe four. 

"How about playing with my cock?" 

"No. No more." A weak smile crossed her face. "You're married and I'm with David. I don't feel like this anymore."

"I understand. We can leave if you like."

"What if we talk about stuff? No action?" she asked.

His nipples hardened. Her lips parted slightly, and her cheeks reddened. 

"When I fuck Cynthia, I pretend that you are in there with us."

"I like looking… Maybe as she sucks your cock, I spread my legs and play with myself or insert something in my pussy. 

"I can direct traffic and tell you two what to do", she said. 

Her breathing became shallower. 

"I'll tell her to stick her finger up your ass while she has your cock in her mouth," she said.

"What if I made Cynthia eat your pussy as I fucked her from behind?" he said.

"No. Doesn't do it for me. Let's say one of your friends walked in, saw what was going on, took out his cock, and inserted it in my mouth.

"My legs are wide open. My pussy is completely exposed. It is wet, and I play with it while I suck your friend's cock as you fuck Cynthia in the ass. 

"Or he rubs his cock on my face and gently across the side of my mouth, then jerks himself off and blows on the side of my face. I am still playing with myself as you fuck your wife anal," she said.

She lifted her skirt, squatted, moved her hand under, and began playing with herself. 

He tried to move towards her. She stopped him. 

"No touching!” 

He played with his nipples; his cock was hardened against his jeans.

"Take your cock out, if you want, and play with it, if you wish.

"If I let you come near me or touch me, which I won't, what would you do?"

"I'd come over and insert my cock in your mouth."

"What if I refused to open my mouth?" she asked while masturbating. Her eyes were increasingly distant.  

"I'd wank and come on your face."

"Sounds ok. Lick my nipples." She unbuttoned her blouse and lowered her bra to reveal two white breasts mapped by light blue veins and pink nipples.

"No touching… just mouth and tongue."

He reached over to lick baby-pink nipples. 

"I'm very wet now."

"Lift your skirt and let a little air come in? My cock is hard. I need to do something with it."

"Bring it close. I want to see it; I won't touch it."

She examined it. Close to her face, mouth, and nose, but no contact. She moved back a little then. 

"You'll have to deal with that alone,” she said, crouched, playing with her pussy, her face reddened.

 "May I also slip my hand in there?" he asked.

She nodded yes, and he moved his hand under her. She was soaking. Slippery. Her red-haired pussy was now larger than he remembered. He slowly inserted his middle finger in while massaging her annus with his thumb.

Deep sighs. Then light shudders. Then her head dropped. 

She began to piss, and warm liquid flowed over his hand while his finger slid in and out of her pussy as his thumb was half-buried in her anus.  

"Oh, fuck, I think I came," she said. His fingers comfortably slid into her drenched pussy. She peed again. Warm. 

She then subsided. Her face flushed red with Buddha-like fulfilment. 

She then reached out and took his cock in her slight hands.  

"Piss," she said, "I'll hold it for you." 

She directed his cock as he pissed. She looked at the stream coming out of his cock. Once finished, she shook drops off and took his cock in her mouth.  

She looked at him as his cock moved in and out of her mouth. 

"No coming in my mouth," she said.

"Where?" he asked

She opened the palm of her hand, and he pulled his cock out of her little mouth and began to masturbate into her palm. 

Opaque semen pooled into her palm. She lifted it to her mouth and swallowed his semen like an oyster. 

They both relaxed.

"I won’t do this again… Anyway, it was fun. No harm," she said. 

He agreed. They sat and talked as the sluggish river moved under the wilting rays of the sun at the end of a warm day.