"What the hell's doggin?" I asked.
"It's having sex in a public place, usually a car." Rick explained.
My husband was trying to get me interested in this newest fad that had spread over here from Britain. Apparently doggin was all the rage over there with wives getting fucked left, right and center in some lovers' lane on the weekends.
"Who does the fucking?" I asked.
Rick explained it was sort of a casual orgy with whoever showed up joining in the fun. A time and place was posted on a bulletin board and whoever turned out got fucked.
It was not like I was a goody-goody. Rick and I had enjoyed a few good threesomes, some with another gal and some with a guy. There was even that time I had gangabang six of his buddies!
"Do you want to try it?" he asked.
I knew once got an idea in his head the easiest thing to do was to agree or he would just keep bugging me until I did.
"I fuck whoever shows up?" I asked.
"That's right!"
It sounded interesting, "You got a deal!"
Rick went on a local Internet forum that "Doggers" in out area communicated. The number of participants there were in this unusual sport so close to us surprised me. Men, women, old and young, they were all there. Doggin was going on all around us all the time and looking for fresh meat.
Rick signed us in as "Wifeneedsfucking" and we were hit by a ton of guys in minutes. I was about to become a Dogger!
The Hermitage is a dogger's paradise. It is the remains of a nineteenth century stone water mill on Grindstone Creek in the township. Buried in the depths of Calder's Woods it is desolated in darkness at night. The Hermitage is maintained as a historical site and there is an unwritten agreement that it is "doggin friendly" during the evenings. In return for not littering with used condoms or empty booze bottles doggers are allowed to pursue their activities undisturbed.
On more than one occasion His Worship Mayor Jarvis's car has been seen rocking at the hermitage as Mrs. Jarvis "meets" her husband's constituents!
The Hermitage was to be the location of my introduction to doggin.
We had an ideal vehicle for doggin. Rick removed the rear seat from out 96 Caravan and rolled a camping mattress out in the back.
Rick posted the description and license number on the bulletin board along with an invitation to fuck his wife. I was to be available after 9 pm Friday night.
As it was to be a nighttime adventure and the lighting would not be too good I did not feel the need to be too beautiful. The guys would be coming to get their dicks wet, not to judge a beauty contest! I just threw on a summer dress without any underwear.
It was dusk when we pulled into the gravel parking lot at the Heritage. There were already half a dozen vehicles there and perhaps 20 people standing around drinking beer.
There were only two other females, a woman who appeared to be in her fifties and a very young looking blonde. They greeted us warmly with the prospect of partying as the night progressed.
Quick introductions ensued and the joking about what a good time we were going to have. The blonde's name was Cindy and she was the young girlfriend of one of the young guys. The older woman was Rita, a veteran at doggin and looking to get rode fast and hard by whomever wanted to mount her.
Rick introduced me to the guys saying I was available to anyone who wanted me.
After a couple of beers I got into the back of our van and removed my dress. Ross, a thirty-something goofy looking guy with a rigid hard on, followed me.
Naked I took the doggy position on the mattress. Ross positioned himself behind me and I felt his hands on my bare ass as his cockhead sought the entrance to my pussy. As his helmet penetrated my wetness his hard cock slid smoothly into me.
It was a strange circumstance, here a guy I had never seen before a half hour ago was sliding his cock into me and I was accepting it. There was no love or emotion, just a matter-of-fact participation in sex.
"How does that feel Baby?" Ross moaned, his cock sunk into me up to his balls.
"Good!" I answered as my cervix wall tightened around his meat.