This is the second story from my diary. The first I posted in Loving Wives but from the feedback I received I think this is a better category for this submission. Thank you to everyone who did give me feedback, hopefully I have taken on-board the helpful suggestions made Please read my first submission if you would like the background as to how we got to here.
I will also give a bit more background as to what I got out of letting Sue go with other men.
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My name is Sam. When I was in my early 20's I had a younger girlfriend, Helen. Like many couples of that age it was a case of living at home with parents who were not keen on hearing their offspring having sex, even if they were old enough. We had to get our sex where we could which usually involved sex in the car, outside, if we were lucky at a mate's house or if we were very flush an hotel.
One summer's night we were having a fuck in the back of my car. Helen who had removed her clothes, was riding my cock as she faced me, her ass to the window. As I was looking at Helen I saw, over her shoulder, a man's face up against the window her ass was closest to. It was not that late and was still quite light. The bloke was virtually licking the window and I had to decide if I carried on or told Helen, as I said I was in my twenties had my cock buried in a nice wet pussy so being a true Gentleman I carried on. I sucked on Helen's tits as I reached behind her and grabbed her bum cheeks holding them open so the watcher had the best view possible. I came more strongly than I had ever done before and kept hold of Helen's cheeks as my cock softened and my cum dripped out. The watcher held up his hand as if in thanks. I could see his own cum hanging and dripping from his hand, he then vanished from sight. I realized at that moment I was a confirmed exhibitionist and could not wait to do it again.
Not long after this Helen moved up North with work and although we attempted to keep up the distant relationship it soon fizzled out. There were a series of girlfriends after that some of whom were happy to play along with some of my ideas of fun and some who were not. The excitement was never the same although sometimes it came very close, maybe it was a case of first time is always the best so I kept trying to find more exciting firsts.
Then I met Sue and the fact that she was not into exhibitionism did not seem to matter. Sue was happy to try various new things around the house and bedroom to keep our sex life interesting. There was a sizable wardrobe of `kinky' clothes to please to prove it. From my earlier account you will know this did not stop me trying to persuade Sue to play along with my taste for exhibitionism, and if truth be told I was going on about it more and more during sex.
When Sue had given in, and gone further than I dared hope, that first time those few short weeks before I could not believe my luck -- here were firsts in abundance.
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The following is an account from my diary of an evening some 6 weeks after that first memorable night. . I was 40 and Sue 34, her birthday was a couple of weeks off. Sue stands 5' 6", shoulder length blonde hair, really sexy body 38DD, fantastic legs and an air about her which seemed to shout sex to men.
Following our first adventure with other men joining in our games Sue and I had some great nights of sex, often reliving that night.
A month on during sex Sue asked me. "If I were to let you get me fucked again do you think it would turn you on as much as last time?"
Sue could have guessed the answer was a yes from my increased thrusting but I answered."Now that sounds like a great idea, and yes I think you can safely say I would find it a turn-on." As I said this I was attempting to fill Sue's pussy with as much cum as possible.
A little later as we were cuddled up together Sue asked. "How could we go about fixing up for me to get fucked again?"
We discussed the possibilities, Sue indicated she wanted to take things as they came rather than prearranging anyone in particular, when I suggested dogging at Shab Hill which is a well known dogging spot fairly local to use she responded. "Now that sounds like a plan."
We discussed possible dates for our adventure and agreed on booking into an hotel in Brockworth in a fortnight. We had decided an hotel room could prove useful if we ended up needing to use a bed as well as the car for our adventure.
I work from a home based office and over the next couple of weeks the thought of our outing was never far from my mind. I had to do some customer visits during that fortnight and as a result had to drive past Shab Hill on several occasions and the sex with Sue on the nights following those drive pasts was made even hotter as we spoke about the possibilities.
On the appointed day I said to Sue. "Let's take the XM." Meaning the Citroen that I kept as a spare car, which I always claimed was a design classic, even if it did cost a small fortune to run. "It has plenty of room for relaxing." I laughed because relaxing was very much the last thing we had in mind.
Just before we were due to leave I was sitting in the car making out that I was sorting out rubbish, in fact I was hiding some stuff I thought we might need later in the glove compartment. Sue came out to the car took the keys and put a medium size suitcase and a holdall in the boot of the car. "I've left an overnight bag with your stuff in the hall, if you can pick it up as you lock up."
Having seen her put the two bags in the boot I asked. "You do know we are only booked in for one night?"
"I know, The holdall is stuff for Julie." Julie is Sue's sister who lives with her family in Gloucester. "I've arranged for us to go for dinner with them tomorrow night. It's stuff I've sorted out which I think she might have a use for."
I collected the overnight bag from the hall locked up and got into the car. Sue had dressed smartly rather than what I would describe as typical dogging gear, if there is such a thing apart from in my pervy brain. I took it that Sue planned to change at the hotel and did not want to give any of our neighbours a shock.
I drove to the hotel and as I was taking the bags from the boot Sue said. "Leave the holdall we don't need it until tomorrow."
We booked in then went to our room. Once we had sorted our stuff I said to Sue. "I've booked us a table at The Highwayman in an hour."
"Let's go now then. We. or should I say I, can have a few drinks before the meal as you will be driving."
I was little surprised when Sue came up with this suggestion as I had thought she would want to change. Sue had applied the bright red lipstick and nail varnish that I always find a turn-on before we left home. As I said she had dressed smartly, white silk blouse through which I could just make out a white bra, matching dark grey pinstripe jacket and skirt, dark stockings and black court shoes with 2 ½ heels. It was more business wear than getting down to business wear. I thought if that's what Sue wanted to wear for a night of dogging who was I to complain.
We headed for The Highwayman on the Cirencester Road. I felt my cock hardening as we drove past the turning for Shab Hill as my mind worked overtime with thoughts of what was to come. My cock became harder still as we passed the lay-bye where we had our first `adventure' those few short weeks earlier. As we were driving along Sue made no reference to Shab Hill, the toilets or what I thought we had planned for later. I started to to think Sue had gone off the dogging idea but I decided not to ask her as maybe a few drinks would renew her enthusiasm if she was having second thoughts.
Once we reached the Highwayman Sue had a couple of drinks in the bar, while I enjoyed their best lemonade. We had a pleasant meal during which Sue drank a bottle of wine. We talked about everything and anything apart from sex.
We left the pub at about 10.30 pm and I headed back towards the hotel at Brockworth. Sue suddenly announced. "I need a pee, I'm desperate pull in at the toilets."