I had never imagined I would end up there, halfway down a dirt road, fields stretching out in every direction, the sun burning in the sky. But there I was, thighs pressed together, body thrumming with anticipation as Daniel drove us towards the spot we had picked out.

It started with my writing. I had spent years weaving filthy, erotic stories under a pen name, always keeping a comfortable veil between myself and the world that devoured my words. But then Daniel’s brother had found out my secret and that night had ended in me filming myself having sex with Daniel’s brother, at Daniel's request.

The memory still made me shiver. I hadn’t meant for it to go as far as it had, but I had ended up fucking my brother-in-law and recording the scene for my husband. When he had watched it later that night, the film had driven him crazy with lust. It had resulted in some of the best sex we had ever had. Something about knowing how much I had turned on someone else had really seemed to get him going. I might not have fully understood his desire, but I had no problems with it.

Afterward, Daniel had been eager to film us and post it on OnlyFans. He had wanted us to turn on more people, to show me off. He had even suggested that at some point he would film me with someone else, though we had not yet taken that step.

I had resisted at first. Writing had been one thing, words were safe, distant. But to show myself? Even with our faces hidden, it had been a huge step.

The thought thrilled me.

And when we had filmed our first video, just me on my knees, my lips slick around his cock, his hand wrapped in my hair, my tongue catching every last drop as he came against it, I had realised how much I loved it. How much I had craved the thought of being watched.

It hadn’t been about money. Sure, OnlyFans had brought in a few hundred here and there, but we didn’t continue because of that. It had been for the rush. The knowledge that strangers were jerking off to us.  

I had always enjoyed knowing people had cum reading my stories, but knowing people were cumming over my body, my actions, my husband, it had made all the difference. After the first video, I had been all in and ready for more.

And now, we were taking another step. We had been filming in our bedroom, but I had suggested taking it outside. Daniel had been more than willing to agree.

“You’re quiet,” Daniel murmured, pulling me from my thoughts.

I glanced over at him, my stomach tightening. He looked good, everything about him turned me on, his toned muscles, messy hair, and eyes that sparkled with daring mischief, god I loved my husband.

I wetted my lips. “Just thinking.”

“About how fucking good it’s going to feel?” His voice was rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it confirming he was just as turned on as I was.

I swallowed hard, shifting in my seat. “Maybe.”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a grin as he pulled the car to a stop near the break in the hedgerow. “Come on, then.”

We stepped out into the warm air, the scent of dry earth and late summer filling my lungs. The field of corn stretched before us, tall golden stalks swaying gently, shielding us from prying eyes. The wind hummed through the leaves, a rustling whisper of secrecy and sin.

Daniel grabbed the camera bag from the backseat, slinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

I followed him between the rows, my pulse hammering. The deeper we went, the thicker the anticipation coiled in my belly. It was different from filming in our bedroom where we were safe, contained. Out here, there was nothing but open sky and the risk of getting caught.

I loved it.

When we were near the middle of the field, Daniel turned to me, his eyes dark with hunger. “Here?”

I nodded, my throat dry.

He set up the camera, the familiar ritual making my body hum in anticipation. I knew this dance by heart, the angles, the way we moved together, the silent understanding between us. We never showed our faces, never spoke names. Just bodies and pleasure and the raw, desperate need to be seen.

Daniel stepped in close, fingers skimming up my bare thighs, his breath warm against my ear. “You ready?”

My pulse stuttered.

I glanced at the camera’s red light blinking.

And I smiled.

Daniel stepped closer, his hands finding the hem of my dress, fingers grazing my thighs. “We’re really doing this,” he murmured, his voice laced with excitement. 

I let out a breathy laugh, tilting my chin up slightly, meeting his gaze. “I feel so exposed. God it’s turning me on.”

His lips curled into a knowing smirk. “I know exactly what you mean”

The idea of being watched, of knowing someone would stroke themselves to this moment, it set both of us alight in a way nothing else did.

Daniel’s hands traveled higher, skimming the curve of my ass beneath my dress. His fingers played with the hem for a moment before he pulled the fabric up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra and lace panties. He held the dress for a second, eyes drinking me in, before tossing it aside.

I took a step forward, reaching for his shirt, fingers trailing over his toned stomach as I lifted it. He raised his arms, letting me peel it from his body, revealing the firm, sculpted muscles beneath. My palms smoothed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breath. I loved this part, the slow reveal, the way his body tensed under my touch, the way I could see the raw hunger in his eyes as he looked at me.

Daniel’s hands moved to my underwear next, his fingers hooking into the waistband and sliding them down slowly, deliberately. The air kissed my exposed skin, sending a shiver through me. He pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh, his breath hot and teasing, before looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes. His touch was possessive, reverent, like he was worshipping the idea of putting me on display. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, taking in the sight of me standing there in nothing but my lace panties. “You’re perfect.”

I glanced at the camera, the tiny, unblinking eye capturing everything. My pulse raced.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, his voice husky.

I bit my lip, fighting back a moan as his fingers slid between my folds, finding the proof of my arousal. I gasped, my head falling back as he explored me, slow at first, teasing, just barely pressing inside before retreating, making me writhe in frustration.

The intimacy of the moment was heightened by the knowledge that someone, many someones, would watch this later, their hands wrapped around themselves, losing themselves to this scene.

Daniel chuckled softly, dragging his soaked fingers up to my clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes. “I love how much this gets you off,” he murmured. “How much you love knowing they’re going to come for you.”

I whimpered, rocking my hips against his touch. “I want them to,” I admitted. “I want them to be driven wild by us.”

His groan was deep, primal, his fingers plunged deeper between my thighs, spreading me open for him. 

He didn’t make me wait any longer. His fingers curled inside me, pressing against that sweet, sensitive spot that made my legs shake. His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight, teasing circles in time with the slow thrust of his fingers. I could feel myself dripping down his hand, my arousal coating his skin, and I knew the camera was picking up every slick sound, every desperate gasp I made as I rocked my hips against his hand.

The slight breeze blew across the field making the corn wave and my nipples harden.

"You’re so wet for me," he murmured, watching my face, my body responding to him, completely lost in the pleasure. "I bet they love watching you like this."

My walls clenched around his fingers. I moaned, shameless and unrestrained, my back arching as he worked me faster, harder, pushing me closer to the edge.

"I want them to see," I panted, barely able to form the words. "I want them to know how good you make me feel."

Daniel growled low in his throat, his free hand gripping my waist as he fingered me relentlessly, his pace increasing as I spiraled toward my release. My body trembled, my moans turning into desperate cries as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

He stopped, denying me the final climax. I moaned pushing my hips forward but he pulled his hand away, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips. He sucked them clean, his gaze locked onto mine, dark and full of need.

"Not yet," he murmured, voice rough. "Let’s give them more."

He stood, his hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, his erection pressing hard against my stomach through his jeans. I reached between us, undoing his belt with shaky fingers, the anticipation unbearable. The leather slid free with a soft snap, and I yanked his jeans open, fingers brushing against the hard heat beneath. Pulling them down over his hips, I let my hands roam over the taut muscles of his thighs before finally freeing him from his boxers.

Wrapping my fingers around his length, I felt the warmth of his skin, the steady pulse beneath my fingertips. He was thick, hot, pulsing in my grip, and I stroked him once, twice, letting my own arousal drip down my thighs as anticipation coiled tight inside me.

The camera kept rolling, the little red light a silent witness to our desires. We weren’t just filming, we were performing it, surrendering to the moment, to the exhibitionist hunger that fueled us both.

I dropped to my knees, my hands trailing down Daniel’s thighs, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. He reached down, placing his hand strategically over the top of my face, shielding my identity from the camera.

I loved putting on a show, and Daniel loved watching me do it. My lips parted eagerly, tongue flicking out to tease his tip, swirling in slow, teasing circles before I took him fully into my mouth. I let out a soft moan as I slid him deeper, feeling his cock throb against my tongue. The camera caught the way my lips stretched around him, the glistening sheen of my saliva coating his shaft as I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks to suck him in deeper. I let my tongue press and swirl along the sensitive underside, tracing every ridge and vein, savoring the taste of him. Every wet sound, every muffled moan, was a deliberate performance, meant for the camera, meant for the ones watching later, as much as it was for us.

Daniel let out a low groan, his hand tightening in my hair as I found a rhythm, the heat between us amplified by the open air, the swaying corn whispering around us. The thrill of being out here, the risk, sent a pulse of need straight to my core. My free hand slid between my legs, fingers spreading my wetness as I lost myself in the moment.

I knew the camera was capturing it all, my lips stretched around him, the way my fingers worked myself, the way Daniel’s body tensed as he fought to keep control.

And that only made me want it more.

I pulled off his cock with a gasp, saliva trailing from my lips to his tip, my breath coming in hot, desperate pants. My jaw ached deliciously, my lips tingling, but the hunger inside me was unbearable. My fingers had been teasing me, pressing inside, circling my clit, but it was not enough, not nearly enough.

I needed more. I needed him.

I glanced up at Daniel, my husband, my partner in this reckless, thrilling game. His cock was slick from my mouth, thick and pulsing in my grip, and I could see the way his chest rose and fell, his restraint hanging by a thread. The way he looks at me, dark eyes burning with possession, only makes my need sharper.

I licked my lips, shifting onto my knees, my thighs trembling with impatience. "I need you," I whispered, my voice hoarse with arousal. "Now."

Daniel did not hesitate. His hands reached down to me, but I was already taking control, pushing him down onto the dry earth. The ground was rough beneath my knees, the scent of sun-warmed corn and dirt filling my senses, but all I could focus on was the way his cock stood ready for me, slick and aching, swaying with the stalks of corn. My own arousal dripped between my thighs, coating the inside of my legs, making it impossible to wait a second longer.

The corn swayed around us, rustling like an audience of unseen voyeurs, watching, waiting, urging us on.

I straddled him, knees pressing into the dirt on either side of his hips, my breath coming fast and shallow. His hands instinctively found my waist, gripping me as I ground down, sliding my labia along the length of his cock, slick with my saliva and his precum. The pressure made me gasp, made me ache, made me desperate.

The camera was still rolling, the little red light burning in the dark like a voyeur’s eye.

Daniel groaned, his head falling back against the dirt. “Fuck, Ka..” he stopped, avoiding saying my name.

I did not answer. Words were useless now. I shifted my hips, lining him up against my soaked entrance, and in one slow, hungry slide, I sank down onto him.

The feeling of him filling me, made my breath stutter. My fingers splayed against his chest as I braced myself, thighs trembling as I took him in, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.

I moved, lifting myself just enough before rolling my hips down again, setting the rhythm, using him to satisfy the unbearable need clawing at me.

The camera caught everything, my slick thighs, the way his cock disappeared inside me with every downward thrust, the way I rode him with reckless abandon.

Daniel’s eyes flicked to the lens, his jaw clenched. “They’re going to lose their minds watching this.”

The thought made me shudder, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. I pictured them, our audience, watching, stroking themselves, cumming to the way I ride my husband’s cock. My mind floods with memories of past comments: “God, I wish that was me”, “I came so hard watching you take him”, “Your body was made for this”.

The knowledge fuels me, pushes me. I want to give them more, make them cum hard over us. My fingers slide down my stomach, finding my clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles as I grind down harder, faster, taking him deeper with every slam of my hips. I move with wild abandon, sweat slicking my skin, my moans spilling freely into the vastness of the field, swallowed by the open sky.

Daniel grips my waist, his breath ragged, meeting my movements with thrusts of his own, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. Every time I come down on him, I feel the way my arousal coats his length, dripping down onto his thighs, onto the dirt beneath us, I imagine the way they'll see it later, the way they'll replay it, touch themselves to this scene.

The thought alone pushed me closer, the pleasure mounting, unbearable, unstoppable. I rode him harder, faster, until I was slamming down onto his cock, my moans turning into desperate cries, lost in the vastness of the field. 

And still, the camera rolled, catching every last moment of my surrender.

I threw my head back, moaning loud enough to be heard past the cornfield, past the rolling hills, as pleasure crashed over me, my body tightening around Daniel’s cock.

And still, the camera rolled, capturing every second of my bliss.

The pleasure coiled tighter inside me, winding like a spring ready to snap. Every thrust, every slick movement of his cock inside me, sent me hurtling closer to that breaking point. My body was fire, burning hot, my skin damp with sweat as I rode Daniel with reckless abandon, chasing that final, shattering release.

My fingers moved frantically against my clit, desperate, needy, my breath coming in broken, ragged gasps. 

And still, the camera rolled, capturing the way my body trembled, the way my thighs quivered as I took him harder, the way my arousal glistened, coating his cock, dripping down onto his stomach, onto the dirt beneath us.

Daniel’s grip tightened, his fingers digging bruises into my hips, grounding me, pushing me, his voice raw with lust. “Come for me, baby. Let them see you. Let them feel it.”

That did it. The command, the deep, possessive rasp of his voice, the knowledge that right now, somewhere, men and women will watch this moment, orgasming alongside me, it sends me spiraling.

I cried out, my body locking up for a split second before the pleasure crashed over me in violent waves. My walls clenched tight around Daniel’s cock, milking him, pulsing around him as the orgasm ripped through me, electric and unrelenting. My nails dug into his chest, my head thrown back, lost in pure, blinding bliss.

I couldn’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips, loud, raw, completely unrestrained. My body shook, my thighs trembling as aftershocks rolled through me, and still, I ground down, chasing every last pulse of pleasure. 

And still, the camera rolled, capturing the way every last moment of ecstasy.

I shuddered, the way I collapsed forward, breathless and spent, my body draped over Daniel’s, my pulse racing against his skin.

But Daniel wasn’t finished.

With a growl, he gripped my waist and rolled us over, pinning me beneath him in the dirt. My body was still trembling, my thighs slick with my orgasm, my clit pulsing from the intensity of my release. But he didn’t give me a second to recover, he lined himself up and thrust back inside me, forcing a sharp gasp from my lips.

I cried out, my body still sensitive, every nerve tingling as he drove into me, his cock stretching me wide once more. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and overstimulation tangled into one delicious torment. My fingers clawed at his back, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin as he pounded into me, deep, fast, relentless.

"Fuck," Daniel groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You’re so fucking tight after you come. You feel that? You feel how I stretch you?"

I could barely form words, barely think, lost in the raw intensity of his thrusts. "Yes, fuck, yes!" I cried, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper. The way he takes me now is primal, desperate, like he’s lost all control. The thought of the camera watching, of them watching, drove him just as wild as it did me.

"They’re gonna love watching you like this," he growled against my ear, his pace brutal. "Seeing you dripping, used, desperate for more even after you came so hard. They’re stroking themselves to this, baby. Cumming to the way you take my cock."

The thought sent another shudder through me, my walls squeezing around him as pleasure built again, relentless. My moans were loud, unrestrained, the only other sounds filling the sky were the slap of skin on skin, and the breathless gasps between us.

The heat of the sun bore down on us, golden light washing over our tangled bodies as Daniel moved inside me. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, each one deeper, more urgent than the last. 

Daniel’s grip on my hips was possessive, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drove into me, relentless and hungry. My back arched against the earth, my body trembling as waves of pleasure built again, hot and overwhelming. 

A desperate whimper escaped me. He knew exactly how to fuel the fire inside me, to push me further into the pleasure that coiled in my stomach, ready to snap.

He shifted, pressing his forehead to mine, his breath hot, his movements urgent. The intensity between us had never burned brighter. It wasn’t just lust, it was raw, untamed need, something deeper that neither of us could deny.

His pace quickened, his control fraying, his need mirroring mine. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body rising to meet each thrust, chasing the inevitable end, the bliss waiting just beyond my grasp.

The pleasure built higher, our bodies slick with sweat, the sun beating down on us, the air thick with heat and desire. The field stretched endlessly around us, vast and open, making this intimate moment feel like it was shared with the whole world. We were lost in it, lost in each other, lost in the pleasure that consumed us both.

Daniel could feel my body reaching that breaking point, the way my walls clenched around him, how my moans turned breathless and desperate. He knew exactly how to push me over the edge, how to drive me past the point of no return. His thrusts became deeper, slower but more deliberate, each one hitting that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through me.

"That’s it," he growled, his grip on my hips tightening as he guided me to the edge. "Let go. Show them how good I make you feel."

My fingers dug into the earth, my body arching as the tension coiled impossibly tight inside me. My vision blurred, my entire being focused on the overwhelming sensation of Daniel taking me, owning me, while the camera captured every second of it.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, but the rest of my words were stolen as pleasure slammed into me with brutal force. My body locked up before shattering, my release tearing through me in powerful, uncontrollable waves. I screamed, my cry lost in the openness of the field, my body trembling violently as he drove me through every aftershock, prolonging the pleasure until I had nothing left to give.

Daniel gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he held back his own release. His thrusts turned sharper, more frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my ear. "You feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with restraint. "I could come so deep inside you right now, fill you up while they all watch."

The thought sent another wave of heat through me, but it wasn’t enough, I needed more. I needed to see him lose control, to watch as he finally gave in to the pleasure he had been holding back.

"No, please, Daniel," I gasped, my voice thick with desperation. "Come for me. But I want to see it. Let them watch you cover me."

His groan was deep, almost pained, his body trembling above me as he fought to keep himself from tipping over the edge. But my words did something to him, unraveling that last shred of restraint. His thrusts turned erratic, rough and wild, his need finally breaking free.

"You want that?" he growled, his breath hot against my skin. "You want them to see you drenched in me?"

"Yes," I moaned, running my hands down his chest, feeling every tense muscle, every pulse of need that ran through him. "I want them to see. I want them to know I make you come this hard."

A sharp curse escaped his lips as he suddenly pulled out, his hand wrapping around his length, jerking himself as he hovered above me. The sight of him, flushed and desperate, his cock glistening with my wetness, sent another tremor of pleasure through me.

He groaned my name, his body tensing, and then he came, hot and thick, spurting across my stomach and breasts, marking me as his. The first pulse hit my skin, and the next, and the next, painting me in his release as I lay beneath him, basking in the heat of it, in the intensity of his pleasure.

The camera caught it all, the way my chest rose and fell, the satisfied, blissed-out look in my eyes, the way his seed dripped over my skin, glistening in the golden sunlight.

The video was perfect.

Daniel and I sat together in our dimly lit bedroom, the soft glow of the laptop screen illuminating our flushed faces as we watched the final cut. We had meticulously edited every frame, making sure that our faces remained hidden, preserving our anonymity while still putting on the best possible show. Every thrust, every moan, every dripping moment of pleasure was laid bare for our growing audience to devour.

My stomach fluttered as I clicked the upload button. A thrill shot through me as the progress bar filled, solidifying our latest masterpiece on our page. Within minutes, the first notifications started rolling in.

New comment on your video.

New subscriber.

New message received.

I bit my lip, glancing at Daniel. “They’re watching.”

He smirked, pulling me into his lap, his fingers teasing the bare skin of my thigh. “Of course they are.”

We refreshed the page, and the numbers climbed. Views spiking. Comments pouring in. Likes flooding our notifications.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, scrolling through the responses.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way she rode him? Fucking perfect.”

“Came so hard watching her get cum on.”

“You guys are unreal. I can’t stop watching.”

Each message sent a fresh pulse of arousal through me. Daniel could see it in my face, could hear it in my voice as I read each filthy comment aloud.

His hand slipped between my thighs, finding me already slick. “God all this turns me on!” he murmured, pushing me down onto the bed.

We spent the night tangled in each other, my phone buzzing beside us, another notification chiming every so often. Each time I’d check the latest comment, read it aloud as Daniel thrust into me, the words fueling our need, pushing us higher.

“Came three times watching this. Can’t wait for the next one.”

“The way she begs for it? Fucking addictive.”

“Would kill to see her take more cocks.”

The suggestion sent a delicious shiver through me, my body clenching around Daniel. He groaned, burying himself deeper inside me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Maybe we should give them what they want.”

The idea lingered between us, teasing, tempting. I didn’t think much of it, until my phone buzzed again.

I reached for it, expecting another anonymous admirer. But the name on the screen made my stomach tighten.

Will. My brother-in-law. The one who had started all this.

I hesitated for only a second before opening the message.

“Just watched the video. Came so fucking hard. You’re incredible. I need to know… can I be in the next one?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips as I turned the screen toward Daniel. His eyes darkened as he read the words, his thrusts slowing as the idea fully settled between us.

I looked up at him, breathless, hungry, my body still wrapped around his.

"So," I whispered, a teasing glint in my eye. "What do you think?"