Coming back in the wee hours of the morning from a party East of Ilford, we stopped at a large supermarket to get milk & bread -- the boring things of life, or so I thought. Driving into the huge car park I chose to drive down the side of the supermarket near a small group of cars in an otherwise deserted tarmac wasteland, and switched off the lights.
My wife, in her mid thirties & very prim & proper was about to get out when I stopped her as I'd seen some scurrying movements by the cars as we'd pulled in. As our eyes grew accustomed to the dark we were amazed to see not thirty feet away a woman half in, half out of a car bending forwards so her head was in the vehicle. My wife being much quicker than I muttered ' Oh, my god she's giving the driver a blow job'. Not being quick and unable to actually see into the car I was about to laugh at her when a black guy came around from behind the same car, dropped his tracksuit pants and shoved a large dick up her from behind. It was only then I realised the woman was totally naked. We watched as he fucked her for a good five minutes before [ presumably having cum ] he pulled up his tracksuit bottoms and walked off. To our disbelief within two minutes a black youth appeared and positioning himself behind her stuck his dick into what must have been a well lubricated hole.
By now peering into the gloom I could see vague sexual activity around at least two other cars. I was about to start the engine when my wife stopped me and without a word just kept watching for the five minutes or so that the youth pumped away. When he pulled out I swear I could see cum run out of the woman and drip to the floor, though it was probably my overactive imagination. Again -- in a very few minutes another youth appeared. At this point the wife told me to drive away & park in front of the stores entrance which I did.
Having got our milk & bread we were heading for the exit when the other half saw a security guard. Calling him over she asked if he knew what was going on in the car park. In a very matter of fact manner he told her that it happened most Friday & Saturday nights. It transpired that the guards watched on close circuit cameras as it helped to ' pass the night'. It was we were told an activity called 'dogging'.
I didn't notice the difference in my wife until we got home and had climbed into bed. She immediately grabbed my dick, climbed on top [ something she rarely did ] and over the next hour made me fuck her three times. I woke up next morning with my dick in her mouth [ she always hated oral ] and had to ball her again but from behind. I had never experienced her so horny in our twelve years together. She made no pretence of the fact watching another woman being balled by total strangers had really turned her on.. Later that afternoon and with a few beers inside me - as throw-away line I asked her if she actually had the nerve to go dogging, her response was to free my tackle and give me a complete blow job on the spot. I naturally took that as a yes! I admit that despite myself, I was as excited at the prospect as she was, and she was!
In her head she'd obviously already planned it. The following Friday night saw us booked into a local motel near the supermarket. We had a dinner and then spent the rest of the evening in our room waiting for the early hours of the morning. I had butterflies about the whole thing, but if she did they didn't show. Dressing for the event in my case meant little, the wife however bathed and prepared herself meticulously, she'd even bought new underwear. With long legs, a tight - shapely bum, good sized and firm boobs she was always a cracking looking woman. Squeezed into a powder blue bra', matching skimpy panties, suspenders & blue stocking she looked fabulous. This she topped with a boob tube and very short skirt -- both designed to be easily removed.
At 12.30am we drew up in the same car park but this time closer to the little knot of cars we had so innocently observed the week before. Seeing my apprehension she squeezed my crotch and told me to go with the flow but not to interfere unless there was any real problem. In short she was in control. As we'd seen the week before we opened our car doors but instead of waiting inside as I'd expected she got out. Facing towards the grass verge & bordering car park bushes, she proceeded to pull off her boob tube and remove her 'bra. Next she pulled down and stepped out of her skirt and knickers. Then leaning back on the car she stood with her legs open with her tits and cunt on full show to whom ever was watching. Within sixty seconds a shape detached itself from the darkness of the verge and walked towards our car.