The Nature Trail at Snyder Park was open, so Catherine and I decided to go for a hike. We locked her purse in the trunk, grabbed a couple of bottles of water, and headed down the three-mile trail.

It was warm and breezy, a beautiful day to enjoy the sights and sounds of the tropical forest.

I was lightly dressed in a fishing shirt, shorts, and boots, while Catherine wore a sundress and sneakers.

The trail itself was an elevated walkway with railings similar to the deck at the back of our house. The tail was a long, meandering loop through a mangrove swamp rich with curious critters.

Catherine walked ahead of me, pointing out interesting plants, birds, and animals along the way and providing some interesting sights herself.

The muscles of her shapely legs were well-defined with the effort of the hike. Her perfectly shaped bottom was revealed when the breeze gusted and blew her hem up to expose her beautiful cheeks.

I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the breeze revealed she was going commando.

We came upon a spot about halfway down the trail where it crossed over a wetland area. We looked over the railing to see hundreds of Fiddler Crabs fiddling, moving their big red claws in unison. They played the same silent song in hopes of attracting a mate.

We took a break from our hike to have a drink of water. We knew we were alone as we hadn't seen anyone all morning. I fired up a joint and handed it to Catherine. It was the killer hydroponic weed we grew at home, and it never failed to get Catherine stoned.

A stoned Catherine is a horny Catherine, and soon I was holding her in my arms, pulling her top down to ravish her full, firm breasts. I bent her over the railing and pulled out my rod. She reached back between her legs to guide me in under her short skirt.

We laughed together as we realized the Fiddler Crabs were now watching us.

I held her hips and banged her like a madman. I pulled her hair and slapped her ass. Soon she was talking dirty and shouting my name.

“Yes, go ahead, fuck me, Gregory! Fuck me!”

We were going at it hot and heavy when a man appeared out of nowhere. There was no doubt he heard Catherine cussing at the top of her lungs.

He stopped a short distance down the trail, watching a tall dark-haired man banging a petite blonde. I wondered if this was the nature he was expecting to see. He pulled out his cock, and began jacking off while he watched.

He wasn't coming any closer and didn't look like a threat, so I kept on fucking Catherine. There was no way I was pulling out now.

I had my hands on her hips, pounding her tight pussy with renewed vigor. She turned her head and moaned when she saw him watching.

She backed up to meet my thrusts, fucking me back, shouting, "Fuck me, Gregory! Fuck my tight pussy! Come on, baby, cum in me, do it! Cream me!"

She was teasing the guy with her words, and she turned me on even more.

I was pounding her hard, and she shouted for more as I unloaded my balls inside her wife. I continued railing her through her orgasm and watched as the guy shot his load all over the ferns growing next to the trail.

I ignored him to pull Catherine to me and kiss her. Her weak legs could not hold her, so she sat on a bench to rest. She cleaned me off with her mouth, and I zipped up.

When we looked again, the guy was gone. We laughed again at the idea of being busted fucking in public twice, once by the Fiddler Crabs and once by a random stranger

What a terrific way to spend the day with Mother Nature.