I was staying at a large, comfortable, very expensive hotel in Yorkshire. My company was footing the bill, so the 'expensive' part did not trouble me. I was there because a very important new client had their premises nearby, they were on the brink of signing a contract worth £millions. What I had to do was agree to a few design changes and the deal was done. Design, engineering design, is my job. There should have been two of us, the head salesperson and me, but he had been involved in an car accident on the way and was in hospital with injuries that had made it impossible for him to join me.
"You can handle it," my boss had assured me. "I will tell them that you are empowered to sign the contract. There will be a big bonus in it for you."
The changes had all been agreed, the signing would be tomorrow morning, right now I was alone, having dined alone, and walking in a wood not far from the hotel. I needed to think and I think best when on my own. I had to decide whether my marriage was over, or was there still hope? And I had decided the former, it had run its course, we had never really had much in common except sex, and even that had become stale. Best to end it while we were both still young enough to have a second try. No kids, so no problems there.
With that decided I needed to concentrate on finding my way out of this dense, unfamiliar wood. And it was going dark. I could feel the panic begin to rise. I tried to remember the location of the wood on the map, my car was parked in a large car park on the western edge of the wood. All I had to do was walk towards the setting sun. Right? I had left my 'phone in the car, turned off. Something else I do when I need to think, so calling for help was not an option.
The place had been fairly busy with dog-walkers and their dogs, joggers and their essential electronic equipment and people just out to enjoy the fine late spring evening. They had all gone, now there was just me.
Suddenly I was in the open, there was my car, the only one except for one other, parked on the opposite side and some hundred yards away. The interior light was on and I could see people sitting in the front seats. As I reached my car, the headlights of the other car flashed. I looked across and they flashed again. Someone was trying to get my attention.
I was wary. Alone in a strange place. But suppose they needed help? I walked a little way towards them and an arm emerged from the passenger side widow and beckoned me. I moved closer, still wary. The arm was female and attached to an attractive woman with her tits on display.
I apologised, saying that I thought they needed me.
"We do," said the woman. "We need you to watch."
Suddenly I twigged. I had stumbled onto a dogging site. They wanted me to watch them fuck!
"Come closer," said the woman. "Wouldn't you like a free sex show?"
I did as asked. She was wearing a cream coloured dress with buttons all the way down the front, all open. Underneath the dress was just her, apart from black hold-up stockings. Her right hand was at the crotch of the man sitting in the driving seat, her fingers curled around the erect cock that stood out from his open flies. His left hand was at her crotch, palm towards her. The middle two fingers were not visible, presumably pushed up her cunt!
As I watched, she proceeded to wank him off, I could hear the wet flap as his foreskin retreated and advanced, coupled with the slurp as he finger-fucked her. He gave a grunt as he came. It was not a powerful ejaculation, his spunk flowed from his tip like lava, dribbling over her fingers and onto his balls. At the same time, she gave a little cry and pushed down onto his probing fingers, coming at the same time, tits heaving as she convulsed through her climax.
When it was over, she took a box of tissues from the glove box, handing some to him then wiping her fingers clean. She turned to me and smiled broadly;
"Your turn?" She offered. "Or do you prefer it to be sucked?"
I was gobsmacked, lost for words. I looked across at her husband, (as I was shortly to discover,) he nodded his approval.
"Make your mind up," she said. "There will be other takers soon."
"Suck!" I blurted.
What was I doing? I did not even know this woman's name. Was she 'clean'? But oral is supposed to be fairly safe isn't it? She opened her door and swung her legs out
"Get it out then." She prompted.
Again, I did as I was bid, struggling to disentangle my rigid tool from the confines of pants and underpants. When at last it was in the open air, she wrapped cool fingers around it and pulled my foreskin back revealing the glistening, straining plum of my glans.
"Nice one,"
she muttered, pulling me towards her, and popped it in her mouth.
I almost came on the spot. I had not had a come for over a week, not even a wank, I had been fully focused on the contract. I managed to hold back though, and she started to practically devour my meat, slurping noisily and mmm'ing approving noises. She broke off and looked up at me,
"You are allowed to have a feel," she said, then returned to her chosen task.
Again, hubby nodded his approval. I reached out and tentatively cupped her right tit with my left hand, thumbing the rubbery nipple, then moved my hand underneath to lift and weigh the heavy globe of tit-flesh.
I could not hold onto my juice for long in these circumstances, I touched her face and told her that I was about to pop, she sucked harder. My knees buckled as I came, but she had a firm grip and did not lose contact, either manually or orally. I discharged the lot into the back of her mouth, she swallowed every drop, still making those muffled noises of appreciation.
She did not need tissues this time, she cleaned my tip perfectly, licking her lips afterwards. It was the first time ever that anyone had swallowed my cum, my wife is happy to suck me off, but pulls away when I come, any that does go in her mouth she spits out.
The magic of the moment was broken by another car drawing up alongside. I hastily tried to stuff my still hard, and now damp cock into my pants.
"It's okay," said hubby, the first words I had heard him speak. "We know them."
The newcomers parked nose-in, so the two cars were passenger side to passenger side, about two metres apart. The passenger window of the new arrival was open with the head of a middle-aged man sticking out.
"New toy Sal?" He grinned.
"Yes," replied the woman. "Bigger than yours. And prettier."
I had never heard it describes as pretty before, but she was clearly an expert.
The woman stepped out. She slipped the dress over her shoulders and stretched her now naked body like a cat.
"Your luck's in tonight boys, I'm feeling randy," she husked.
I could vouch for that.
She was pleasantly plump, ample curves everywhere but not fat. Her large tits drooped slightly under their weight, but were nicely bouncy, her arse cheeks likewise. All she wore was the hold-ups and stiletto high-heels. She seemed perfectly at home like this. Her partner came round to the space between the cars that was to become the arena for what was to follow. He spread a thin, padded mat between the cars. I was to find out later that it was a 'Bouldering Mat'. Apparently this device is used by rock-climbers to save them if they fall. It was about four feet square, how they manage to fall off in the right place is still a mystery to me, but this secondary purpose, on a fine evening, in a secluded car park, seemed a much better use for it.
The passenger door of the other car was also now open, it's occupant had swung his legs out onto the ground, his flies were open, the top button also, his thin, rigid cock thrusting out from his exposed groin. The woman knelt between his thighs and bent to her task, soon the slurping, moaning noises that had accompanied my best ever cock-suck, were accompanying this one. The driver of the new arrivals walked round, nodded to me, said hello to hubby, pushed his pants and underpants down to his ankles, and knelt behind 'Sal', rolling a condom over his erection and pushing it slowly between the moist, pouting, pink cunt-lips that protruded beneath her Rubenesque arse-cheeks.
The partner spoke for the second time, introducing himself as Derek. Bizarrely, we shook hands.
"That's my wife Sally, the one with his cock in her mouth is Steve, and the one up her cunt is Dave." He explained.
Before I could respond, two more cars drove in, in close convoy.
"Nobby and Pete." Said Derek. "We are not expecting anyone else."
The newcomers walked over, introductions were made. Sally had her mouth full, Steve was clearly on the point of feeding her another helping of spunk. As was Dave, but at the other end.
When they had finished, the aptly name Nobby, his cock was like a knobbly truncheon, sat in the passenger seat of Derek's car, to be processed. Pete took his place behind Sally and began to fuck her.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked Derek, nodding towards the rutting trio.
"Of course," he replied. He seemed surprised at my question. After a pause, he decided to explain, this was Derek's story:
"We have been married about five years, second time around for both of us. She wanted kids, there had been no issue from her first marriage. We tried, but she did not conceive. We consulted doctors. Apparently she can't. Things began to cool between us, although being able to fuck without using contraception seemed to me to be a good thing, she seemed to lose interest.
"Then I discovered that she was fucking other men, apparently trying to compensate for; 'Not being a real woman'. - Her words. I was devastated, I attempted to get my own back, trying hard to pick up other women for sex, but as you will know, it's not easy for a man, all a woman has to do is flirt a little and she can be pinned to a bed by a new cock several times a day.
"But I still loved her, perhaps I could live with it? She became more brazen, picking up others even when I was with her. I began to be turned on by the idea of her fucking and sucking cocks and asked her to describe her experiences. Our sex life together was reborn.
When I told her that I wanted to watch her with another man, she was all for it, but her paramours were not. We joined a swingers club and I eventually got my wish, I saw her fucked by eight men in the space of two hours! I got to fuck both of the other available women, but I suspect that they were pro's provided by the house, none of the other men had partners to trade.
Eventually the place was closed down by the police, neighbours had complained. Looking for a replacement, we stumbled across dogging. And here we are. She gets all the cock she needs, our sex life together is fantastic, and there are usually other women here for me to play with."
"But what about the special man/wife relationship?" I asked. "You are just one of many."
"Yes, but I am the only one who fucks her without a condom, and..."
He hesitated. After a long pause, he completed his answer;
"I am the only one who fucks her in the arse."
We had been watching the continuing tableau before us as he told his story. Nobby and Pete had finished, Dave and Steve were on seconds, this time Dave being sucked off while Steve poked her cunt. When they had finished, the other two took their turns. Sally had been fucked four times, had sucked off five and had wanked her husband, a real Superwoman!
As the last pair were finishing, Steve spoke to me for the first time;
