Lunchtime Cheating in the ParkNOTE: Walking in a Dublin park today I saw this couple making out on the grass in the lunchtime sunshine and was inspired to write this story.It was a beautiful sunny day in Dublin and on such days St Stephen’s Green in the heart of the city fills with lunchtime crowds, people from offices enjoying a rare lunch al fresco, tourists, students, shoppers taking a break…. and of course lovers.I had followed them to Fitzwilliam tennis club where her husband’s driver had dropped her off. Husband was headed to a business meeting and she was due to have lessons with the tennis pro, a young African American who had recently been hired from the US college circuit. The driver would come back and pick her up in three hours, at 3pm. As she went in through the gates with her tennis gear, I parked opposite and after feeding the meter, headed for the restaurant in the club, from where I could see the practice courts. But after 15 minutes she still had not tuzla escort emereged, nor was there any sign of the tennis pro. I headed down to reception just in time to see her and the pro, but they were not dressed for tennis. She still had on her blue minidress, and he was dressed in a black sleveless top and traacksuit bottoms. He was a tall, powerful looking young man. They walked towards the exit gate, she slightly ahead of him, and down Appian Way, then around to the left towards Leeson Street. I followed at a discreet distance and 15 minutes later, after a stop in a delicatessen during which she bought some items for a picnic, they were almost at St Stephen’s Green/.They entered by the South gate and headed down a shady, leafy path towards one of the large lawns. I took a seat on a shaded bench from where I could observe. Nobody was using the saded benches, it was too nice a day to miss the sunshine. But they too had found a shady and more secluded part of the lawn tuzla escort bayan where they sat together and had their picnic.After she had put the leftovers in a bag, thy lay on th grass and embraced, casually, like any other lovers in a park. After a long necking session she rolled away and strecthed out on th grass on her stomach. He moved over and got himself into a spooning position. His groin was right on top of her curvy ass, and then I could see him slowly moving on her.He was actually dry humping her right there on the grass then they started kissing. They were near the back of a lawn close to the thick shrubbery that is around the edges of the park. After some kissing she said something to him then got up and took the bags with her. She walked slowly back to the shrubbery and disappeared for a minute. He was looking towards her all the time, still lying down on the grass. Then she appeared briefly and gave him a quick thumbs up gesture and disappeared back into escort tuzla the bushes.He got up casually and strolled towards where she had been. I could see there was a bulge in his tracksuit bottoms from his arousal while dry humping. He disappeared into the shrubs.I circled round the shrubs on the path and peeking in I saw they were in a small clearing. She was on all fours, her dress’s bunched high over her hips and he was kneeling behind he, tracksuit bottoms round his knees, his big muscular black ass bare, his hands on her hips for purchase as he rapidly thrusted in and out of her, energetically like a rutting a****l. She panted as his big thick nigger dick ploughed her sopping cunt, the mouth of her womb wide open for his impregnating seed. Then he gasped and fell forward onto her, ejaculating deep into her cunt. She fell forward under his weight.I took another picture. Her husband was paying me good money to prove that his bride of only six months was a filthy cheating whore, fucking the guy he was paying to teach her how to play tennis.It would be a good payday for me and a word of grief for her and her black lover. Her husband did not take kindly to being double-crossed.