If you've read my other stories, you'll know how open minded my girlfriend Becky and I are. I'm a voyeur and she's an exhibitionist. We naturally compliment each other. We met at nineteen and this is another time we had fun in the early years of our relationship before we married.
After Becky confessed to being curious about dogging, we looked into it, researching and watching dogging porn together, but we didn't actually fool around with anyone for another two years, because the spontaneous opportunities simply didn't arise like the first three times did.
We were twenty-five when I suggested we take the plunge and try dogging. Becky had already arranged to join a few work colleagues for a drink, one Friday night. My plan was to pick her up at the end of her evening and take a detour on the way back home, which would take us past a location we found during our research.
Becky was all giggles, telling me she'd think about it. I could tell she was aroused. We fucked like crazy in the days leading up to that Friday, imagining what it would be like. As in the videos we'd watched, my girlfriend imagined herself sucking off a small group of strangers while they groped her sexy body, and so did I.
Becky is 5'7" and curvaceous with pretty facial features, long, brown hair, brown eyes, a lovely, slender figure and a cracking pair of DD tits. On the night she wore a black, sculptured, halter, mini dress which clung to her magnificent curves. Her hair was curled at the ends and her subtle make-up looked classy and sexy.
After dropping my girlfriend off in town, I drove home and waited until it was time to pick her up. Four hours passed by with me gorging on dogging porn. I read through the forums and advice, fighting off the urge to take my cock out and have a cheeky stroke.
My excitement, nervousness and arousal were sky high. The anticipation was even worse. Becky hadn't agreed to do it yet, but I knew she would. At 11pm she texted me asking if I was ready to pick her up and take her dogging. I grinned at the words on my phone while my heart began to race.
Becky was stood outside the bar with her friends when I pulled up beside them. The women said their goodbyes and walked off together, leaving my girlfriend to get in. If only they knew where I was taking her, I chuckled to myself.
"What's so funny?" Becky smirked, climbing in.
The short, black dress rose up her legs, flashing her arse to a group of men smoking outside the bar. They cheered childishly and Becky gave them the middle finger, laughing.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked, pulling off.
She put a hand between my legs and rubbed my crotch area. "Yeah, and so are you," she said seductively, licking her top lip.
"How much have you had to drink?" I wondered, smiling at the road ahead.
"Enough to give me the courage I need for tonight, but not too much that I don't know what I'm doing," she giggled, rubbing my bulge while I drove us in the direction we needed to go.
Within fifteen minutes we were out of the urban areas, driving along a dark, windy road in between farmland. Another fifteen minutes later, and we were anxiously pulling into a sizeable lay-by, concealed from the road by large trees and bushes.
"How many cars can you see? I count two without any lights on," I said, peering at the two vehicles.
"Yeah, each with a guy behind the wheel," Becky replied.
I drove very slowly past the two parked cars and parked on the opposite side. I too only saw a single guy in each vehicle, but it was too dark to get a good look at the men. I began to lean more towards fear than excitement.
"What do we do now?" Becky giggled excitedly, looking at the two cars through the wing mirror.
"Are you sure about this, babe?" I breathed heavily, trying to slow my heart rate down. I was getting horror movie vibes.
"Don't chicken out on me know, Joe. I've been looking forward to this all night." Becky smiled, turning to face me.
As she fumbled for my belt, I helped get my jeans and boxers down. My hard cock sprang free. Becky took hold of it and buried her head in my lap.
"Ohh, god, yes," I gasped, feeling the wet warmth of my girlfriend's mouth around my cock for the next few minutes. The blowjob temporarily masked my fears.
I eventually turned the interior light on. Becky groaned, taking my cock deep down her throat. She knew I'd just signalled that we wanted to be watched. My heart skipped a few beats when I heard two car doors open and close, but the adrenaline rush was too intense to back out now.
I'm not going to lie; I almost shit myself when two strange men peered through the passenger window to get a good look at us. They looked old enough to be our dad's. I didn't know where to look, as Becky massaged my balls and gobbled my cock whole.
I closed my eyes, knowing the car was locked. I had to trust these men. When I opened my eyes a few moments later, they were still watching us. Becky took me to the edge of orgasm with her mouth and tongue before sitting up to breathe again.
"Are they watching us?" she giggled nervously.
"Turn around and find out," I chuckled, with my cock rock hard, covered in her saliva.
Becky sat back in the passenger seat with a wicked grin, slowly turning her head to look out the window. "Oh my god!" she laughed, slightly embarrassed but mostly excited. I could see it on her face.
"I think they'd like to see your tits, babe," I chuckled again.
She snapped her head back to me. "Bring the window down," she smirked, her tone was a daring one.
"Yeah?" I raised my eyebrows, smiling. "You wanna let them touch you?" My insides felt like they were about to explode. My blood pressure was off the charts.
Becky nodded, causing more pre-cum to seep from the tip of my cock and trickle down the shaft. "Can I suck them off? she asked in a playful tone, rolling her lips in anticipation.
As soon as I brought the window down, one of the men lowered himself to speak to us. He looked late forties, early fifties with a weathered face, dark bushy hair and thick stubble.
"Good evening," he grinned at me. "Are we allowed to touch the lovely lady?" he asked politely, winking at Becky. The other guy came closer but didn't reveal his face.
"It's up to my boyfriend," she laughed, clearly embarrassed.
"Just be gentle with her," I nodded, looking across at the man.
"Mmm, I'm always gentle with the ladies, until they tell me otherwise. That's a lovely dress you're wearing, sweetie, and I'm loving what's inside it." We obviously didn't exchange names, so I named him Bobby and the other guy Mike.
Bobby's breathing reeked of lust as he brought a big hand inside the car and grabbed my girlfriend's big tits through her dress. He groaned as Mike nudged him over slightly to join in. Becky gasped and giggled as two strangers had an arm inside my car, groping her like wild octopuses.
