CHAPTER 1
My husband Darren is very kind. He says I'm beautiful. I was never even pretty, and I'm middle-aged now, so I know I'm not. But I think I understand what he means. He seems wonderful to me although he's an ordinary man.
We're an ordinary couple. We rent a flat from the Council. He works on the bins. It's recycling and refuse operators these days but everyone calls them dustmen. I work as a cleaner, though I got my GCSE English, quite a good grade. Not Maths though, so I couldn't get an office job. I can do sums well enough for the housekeeping, but not exams.
Anyway, he's a very loving man, if you know what I mean, and quite strong, because of his job, of course, so the sex was always good. He's always been very masterful, which I liked, especially in bed.
He got me a vibrator. I had to use it in front of him, which I didn't like, but he did. Anyway it did give me an orgasm, so I agreed I would use it sometimes. It saves him the trouble of trying, so he can just get on with the fucking, which is all men want, really.
I had some good tits when I was younger, though they've dropped a bit now. He still loves them.
We have a van instead of a car. It was quite cheap, and it means he can do odd jobs like moving things for a bit of extra cash.
Anyway, we were on our way home from a do, when it started making a funny noise and he pulled off into a car park. It was late and a country lane, so I was surprised to see a number of cars there. There were some people gathered looking at something by some woods, so Darren went to see what it was all about and I did too.
There was a couple having sex in a car! And there were men standing around watching. The light was on inside, and the windows were down a bit so it wasn't steamed up. Well, I didn't know what to think, but Darren was interested, of course.
When they finished, they waved and the men clapped. That's when I noticed the men had their cocks out. I'd never seen anything like it in my life!
One of the men asked us if we were watchers or performers, and we didn't understand. (Or maybe Darren did, but wasn't letting on.) So he explained it was a place where people came to have sex and be watched. It was called dogging, for some reason.
The man said it was usually married couples and sometimes the wife would let someone else fuck her or even wank or even suck off other men. Lord knows why. I only do that when I've got my period. I don't get anything out of swallowing Darren's spunk apart from the fact that he enjoys it, which makes it all right. But for a stranger?! And what about disease?
(I've had hygiene training for cleaning, so I'm very conscious of things like that.)
Nothing was happening, so Darren went back to the van and got the bonnet up. Someone came along to ask him what the trouble was, and obviously knew that stuff, so eventually they fixed it. The other men came round to where we were when the couple in the car were gone.
We'd been to a do, so I was actually tarted up to the nines, and some of the guys said how good I looked. I was standing right next to Darren so I knew they wouldn't try anything.
A car came in and flashed its lights and everyone else moved to watch what was happening. I stayed with the van, so I don't know. It was good of the mechanic to miss the show for us.
He said he was Cyril and Darren told him I was Tracy. He said I was a very sexy woman, and the doggers would certainly appreciate me. I could tell he was hoping for some reward for fixing the van, but I wasn't going to do anything like that.
I said it was late and we both have to get up early, so we should go.
Darren looked a bit sorry, but when Cyril said "Maybe we'll see you here again," he said "You bet!"
The next evening was warm and clear, so Darren said we should go back and see a bit more dogging. I was going to say I wasn't interested, but then worried he would be wanked or sucked off, so agreed to go.
When we got there, there were quite a lot of cars, and Darren was pleased. But then we saw people setting up things just past the end of the car park. When we got there it was like a cliff looking out over the countryside, and we saw they were setting up telescopes.
It turned out it was a particularly good site far away from city lights, so the car park had been set up for astronomers. They kindly let me see Saturn with its rings and Jupiter with four moons and clouds, which were very small, but quite interesting and amazing, really, so I was glad I came.
"Unfortunately there aren't that many clear nights in Britain," one of the people said.
"When it's cloudy the doggers use it."
CHAPTER 2
Darren took me to the place many times at different times, just for a couple of hours, and we sort of got to know the performers and the watchers a bit. Mainly the cars of the performers and what times they came. Darren really liked it and always gave me a good seeing-to afterwards. The watchers sometimes tossed themselves right off! I have to admit it was a bit interesting, though I would have preferred going to a restaurant or a film.
I wasn't really happy when he said we were going to perform, but as I said, he's quite masterful.
I was togged up with a matching bra and suspender set with black stockings under a nice dress. (Darren really likes sexy undies, and I do too.) High heels, of course. When we got to the place he flashed his lights and told me to take off my knickers, so I did.
Then we got out and went round the back, as the men came round.
Darren opened the back door of the van and put on the interior light. It was obviously better for people to see, he said.
"This is my wife, isn't she beautiful?" he announced and the men agreed. Then he pulled down the front of my dress to show the bra.
"Get em out!" somebody called, so he did. I must have been crimson with embarrassment. He then started to lift my skirt up and down, giving them a flash of my pussy, which got some wolf whistles.
To tell you the truth, I was petrified.
But I did what my husband told me.
There was a mattress in the back of the van that he had got from somewhere. It looked OK, but I had put a clean blanket and sheet on it.
We climbed in, and he fucked me doggy style for a bit, then I lay on my back and he finished me off.
It was a good job I didn't have to do anything, even enjoy it, though Darren obviously did.
He started to put on his trousers, and I just lay there, wide open, waiting till we could go home.
Then someone started to climb in with me.
Darren grabbed him and said "What's your game?"
I looked up. The man had his trousers open and a stiff cock.
