The story is true. The names have been changed. This one happened last year. Bon appetit.
Over a late and lazy Sunday breakfast, my wife Angela asked me a question that had been sparked by a four page 'World Exclusive Investigation' in one of the more racy Sunday papers.
"What's dogging?"
"Huh?"
"Dogging. Apparently it's all the rage these days," she said shaking her paper to indicate the source of her question. "There's even celebrities doing it."
"Doesn't it tell you in there?"
"Kind of. Well it tells you WHAT it is, but not WHY they do it."
I put my paper down, took off my reading glasses. "It's. . . I suppose it's public exhibitionism. A couple get in a car, drive out to some parking area. Then they have sex while strangers watch them, and sometimes the strangers touch and join in."
"Mmmmm."
We returned to our papers and, I thought, that was the end of the subject. That night, however, in the midst of sex during that part where we started to voice our fantasies, the topic came round again. I was lying between Angela's spread legs going to town on her fabulous pussy, licking and kissing and sucking on her clit. Her panting was starting to quicken. She was lifting her buttocks off the bed to force herself into my mouth.
"Oh yes, hun....just there," she panted. "Yeah, would you like to do that to me while someone, some other guy watched? Huh? Would you like that?"
Which was a bit unfair seeing as I was unable to respond, having my mouth full of cunt at the time. But, taking my silence as agreement, she continued. "I'd like that. Lying naked in a car with you licking me out while a guy watches. Yeah, he'd be able to see my tits, and my pussy. He could see your tongue going . . . yeah, just like that, in and out, licking and kissing."
She was panting very heavily by now and her words were pouring out of her mouth, just like her juice was pouring out of her snatch. And I must admit, the thought was really turning me on.
I should point out at this juncture that my wife and I are no strangers to group sex. Our first session was kind of forced on Angela (SEE B IS FOR BANG), but after that, when we were properly back together as a married couple we enjoyed a fair few 'experiences' - some of which will turn up later on in this alphabet series. But up to this point there had always been some initial contact- either the other people were friends or acquaintances or we had had some other kind of contact beforehand - via e-mail, or chatroom or some other contact. This 'dogging' idea that the Sunday papers had given her was something new.
Anyway, we continued in this vein for the rest of the night, shagging away at each other while talking about strange men watching us and joining in. The sex was great, and the following morning the sheets were a mess. The next few nights were really just repeat performances, and it became clear to me that here was an opportunity to sexperiment in a new way.
A trawl through the darker side of the internet eventually brought me reward in the shape of a dogging area that was not too far a drive away. The site even gave a list of do's and don't's . Yes, even dogging has a strict sense of etiquette. That night, I took our verbal fantasy up a notch and revealed to Angela what I had found on the internet. "That's not that far away is it?" she asked. "About twenty miles," I agreed. She grabbed my cock and started to suck on it with a frenzy that she hadn't matched for quite a few weeks and I knew it was a certainty that we would go dogging soon.
Two nights later we borrowed my sister-in-law's old Peugeot Estate ( the rear seats folded flat, if you want to know) and we headed of for rural Cheshire. To say Angela was sexually excited would be an understatement. She was on 'simmer' from the moment we got into the car. Stopped at a traffic light during the journey, she grabbed my hand and pulled it inside her knickers - she was sopping. I mean it was literally leaking out of her all over the seat of her sister's car and I made a mental note to ensure I gave the car a good interior wipe over before returning it.
"I can't believe I'm gonna' do this," she gabbled, "It's sooooo dirty." "Yeah, don't get carried away too soon, though. I told you what it said on the net, didn't I? You aren't guaranteed a show every night." "But I think I'm gonna' be lucky, sweetie. I think I'm gonna get my show."
Despite Angela's optimism, I knew the chances of us striking lucky on the first night weren't high. Still, if nothing DID happen, I had an incredibly horny woman on my hands so it was hard to see how I could go wrong. One way or another, I thought, I'm in for some good horny sex.
With my hand-written map on her lap, Angela navigated us off the motorway, down onto a series of country lanes that were marked with only the occasional light.
"It should be somewhere on the left," she said, and I noticed her breathing was getting raspy. Christ! If she didn't get some action soon, I was convinced she was going to melt. She grabbed my hand fiercely. "That's it," she said. I slowed the car and sure enough there was our spot - a small picnic area, gravel-covered with a fringe of grass around the outside with half a dozen picnic tables dotted around. At the far end there was a parked car - its headlights off, but its interior light on. I could make out a man in the driver's seat and either a woman or a man with long hair alongside. The interior light being on indicated that the couple welcomed voyeurs.
I pointed the car toward them, performed a neat three-point turn, and reversed the car alongside theirs. Now I could see that the passenger was indeed a woman . I guessed her to be in her late thirties, early forties, and - from what I could see - of average looks. The guy - her husband?- I couldn't quite make out, as by the time I had the car parked his head had disappeared from view.
"He's going down on her, isn't he?" Angela asked. I nodded. "Wanna' get closer?"
Angela nodded and, together, we got out of the car and strolled nonchalantly to their car. We both bent our head right up to the passenger window and stared in. Sure enough, the woman was leaning back in her seat with her skirt rolled up, her tits out on view and her man busily slavering away at her cunt. She looked into our eyes as she jerked up on down on his mouth.
I made a 'roll down your window' motion to her and almost immediately she reached over and thumbed the electric window. It purred down. I knew we had to follow the etiquette and that we had to be invited to touch her before we could. At first the woman remained silently - apart from a few little moans and groans. But she kept eye contact with us, almost willing us to look at her pussy and the man licking her out.
Outside of the car - and out of their vision - Angela and I were playing with each other as we watched. My hand was up her skirt, slowly rubbing her asshole, while she was rubbing my zip and the bulge that lay beneath.
In the car the woman was starting to pant heavier. She looked directly at me and said, " Feel my tits."
Well, who was I to refuse a ladies request. I leant in and started to flick her erect nipples. "Are you feeling her tits, you dirty bastard," Angela said. "Yeah." "You're standing here watching this woman get her pussy licked while you play with her tits and my asshole and you get your cock rubbed?" "Yeah." "Why don't you get your cock out? Hey, lady, you wanna' see my husband's cock?" The woman nodded - quickly and emphatically. I kind of got the feeling she was on the downward slope to an orgasm and that us watching her was accelerating her descent. Then the woman spoke for the first time. "Come on then, mister. Let me se your big, hard cock."
Okay, up to this point I was fine. But now I was being asked to get my old man out so that this woman - this woman I had never set eyes on until a few moments ago - could see it. I own up to a bit of stage fright. What if it was smaller than she was used to? What if she smirked and said, " Call that a cock?" For a moment I froze and was undecided. Angela, however, had no such qualms. She grabbed me, turned me to her, and promptly unzipped me. Looking into my eyes she said, "Show her the goods, honey. Show her your cock."
She pulled my zip apart, and in one swift movement pulled down my jeans and boxers together. She turned me to face into the car. The woman raised her head and stared directly at my cock. She didn't laugh, she didn't smirk, she just gurgled. I took that as a good sign and presented my cock to her properly, raising myself onto tiptoes and thrusting my groin in through the open window. I felt the woman grab my cock and start to wank me. I heard Angela growl deep in her throat. "She's jerking you off, you dirty fuckin' bastard. This woman has got her hand on your cock and she's pulling on it. D'you like that, huh? You like getting' wanked by this stranger?"
I couldn't respond. It felt good. It felt good and dirty and I was so fucking horny. "Ask her to suck me," I said to Angela. "Ask her yourself, you dirty fuckin' bastard. Go on, ask her to give you a blow job while your wife watches." Reluctantly I pulled my cock from the woman's hand, bent down and said, "Why don't you suck me off?"
She never said anything, she just adjusted her position, grabbed my cock again and shoved it into her mouth. I heard Angela mutter something, felt her hand go down to her pussy as she started to frig herself, and I just stood at the car window shoving my cock through it, into the woman's mouth. It must have took less than ten seconds before I felt the tell tale signs in my cock. "I'm gonna' come," I muttered more or less at the same time as I actually DID come. The woman must have sensed it, because she pulled her mouth off me, and gave me a few quick tugs. I bit my lip, groaned and shot my load over her face.
