Dogging
by
Helen Miller.
We headed off as soon as we finished breakfast, conscious of the long drive ahead. Simon offered to drive the first half, so I settled back, lost in my thoughts. First, I had to face the fact that Simon was single. I had no right to be possessive, considering I was nothing more than a cheating wife and someone nearly twice his age. But we did have chemistry between us that was a powerful allure to continue experimenting with more varied ingredients.
A big part of my attraction to Simon was that I could relinquish control sexually without fear or reservation. Quite simply, it excited me to the point of physical arousal, and as a consequence, this led me to contemplate more risqué scenarios. Simon interrupted my thoughts after we had been driving for about half an hour.
“There was one other thing that Donna mentioned.”
“You have my undivided attention,” He smiled. I was relieved the seriousness of our discussion had toned down somewhat.
“When I mentioned where we were going,” I groaned inwardly, thinking about the number of people who knew about our personal activities on this business trip but said nothing. “Donna mentioned a beach where it has become popular for people to go dogging. Admittedly mostly at night, but sometimes things happen during the day.”
“Dogging?”
“It’s where people, well, some women indulge in what can only be described as slutty habits. Apparently, most are just exhibitionists and maybe just expose breasts or more; others allow themselves to be groped, and some actually have full-on sex with strangers. Many guys often stand around jerking off, sometimes they get a chance to interact.”
“Dangerous stuff if the police or the wrong people turn up like families.”
“Well, that’s why it normally happens at night or in remote locations like this one. Incidentally, I don’t expect we will be involved in any way; we can just enjoy being voyeurs; perhaps we will get lucky and see some action.”
“So Donna and co suggested I might like to get groped publicly or more?” I asked, a little indignant.
“No, I don’t think so. she suggested that the women who go to these dogging sites are often exhibitionists who enjoy sexual submissiveness. So the locations become a venue where you can indulge in personal fantasies and release depending on how far you want to go in a similar way to their upstairs party room at the sex shop.”
“You think I am that sort of person, a sexually submissive exhibitionist?”
“Maybe. We are both on a journey of discovery here, and you enjoyed putting on a display for me when I stood at your bedroom door. Last night also indicates that it may be something you like. This is just another opportunity to explore. You will be in complete control.”
I didn’t know what to think of this. Admittedly, my responses were knee-jerk reactions, but the idea has piqued my imagination.
I had also overlooked that Simon may want to see people engaged in sexual activity. No matter how hard people may pretend otherwise, it has an allure, and I was very aware he was totally inexperienced when I seduced him. Although I am sure he probably viewed porn on the internet regularly, nothing compares with the real thing. I certainly wasn’t immune, either.
I acknowledge that this is not just about me; Simon also wanted to explore his own boundaries. He knows I would consider the involvement of strangers, and he also knows I would consider his needs. The harsh reality is that he will possibly start to lose interest in me if I don’t comply.
“If we were at these dogging venues and a woman there had allowed herself to be molested, would you like to touch her, maybe fondle her breasts?” He didn’t answer immediately, and I worried he might be peeved enough to ignore me. Eventually, he said.
“I’m almost certain I would want to, but whether or not I had the courage to do so is another thing. As you know, I am a bit shy but very much of a tit man, so it would be nice to perve at the very least.”
I wondered how I would react. My nipples were a little tender this morning, so I opted for a soft sports bra and T-shirt today. I mused that lifting the shirt to expose myself would be easy and daring.
“Where exactly is the turn-off to this site?”
“It’s at the next town, where we planned to change drivers. You want to have a look?”
“Maybe, I will see how I feel nearer to the turn-off.”
“Okay, your call.” The closer we got to the next town, the more the dogging site played on my mind. Simon’s comments about submission started to get to me. The thought of willingly taking my clothes off before a group of men with carnal intentions toward me began to appeal. The line between fantasy and reality had started to blur.
I decided then that I would regret it if we did not go. Simon slowed the car on the approach to the town. A signposted crossroad was ahead. I could not tear my eyes away from the arrow that indicated the road to the beach.
Chapter 13
“Make the turn, Simon.”
The click of the indicator was loud. After about ten minutes, the road ended in a car park that contained several cars. A boardwalk led through dense scrub-covered sand dunes to the beach, where the satisfying thump of waves resonated. Fresh tire tracks led from the southern end of the car park on a hardened sand track that ran parallel to the beach.
“I suppose this is the main access to the beach,” Simon said, indicating the boardwalk. “According to Donna, at the southern end is a nudist section where I’m told some antisocial behavior occurs after dark when families and the like leave. So the track there,” he indicated to the one that disappeared into the scrub, in a southerly direction, “is the one we should take to the dogging area. There is supposed to be another car park at the end with access to the nudist beach via numerous walking tracks. That is where any action might happen at this time of day.”
“I’m game if you are.” He didn’t reply; we drove slowly along the track of hard-packed sand.
“It might be a bit of an anticlimax if the park is empty,” said Simon.
“Actually, I think I will be a little disappointed if that is the case,” I agreed. Simon chuckled; the tension eased a little, then the track started to deteriorate and veered away from the beach.
“We will continue while there isn’t any likelihood of getting bogged,” Simon said. “The good news is that the general public, including young families, would be reluctant to venture down this far.”
“Simon, keep going a bit further, maybe the track will turn toward the beach again. Besides, there is nowhere to turn around here.” Before long, we veered back toward the sea and the sound of surf. Shortly after, we entered another fenced parking area with several gaps indicating well-used walking trails in all directions. Unfortunately, we were the only ones there.
“I guess this is that anticlimax,” said Simon.
“Yes, I am just a little disappointed, I must admit,” I said.
“We could always pretend.”
“What do you mean?”
“We could go for a walk along one of those paths, and you could lift up your top to expose your breasts if you’re feeling really naughty. You never know what is around the next corner.”
“Or take my top completely off?” I teased. “You have said you like to see me in jeans and no top.”
“No complaints from me.”
I looked around, no sign of people, I felt a little adventurous. I took off my T-shirt and bra, then put the top back on. The top was a close fit, and my breasts and nipples’ outline were unmistakable, especially my nipples.
I was about to open the door when another car entered the clearing. Oh shit. I’m going to chicken out of this. Simon was grinning with, ‘I dare you’ written all over his face. The car had two occupants: a man and a woman. They both emerged from the vehicle; the woman was partly concealed on the opposite side of their car. But the man was tall, sexy, lean, muscular, and shirtless. I guessed thirty-something. The woman made some comments, then they both turned in our direction.
“We could wait and see what they do if you want,” said Simon. “They may be conservative tourists; we don’t want to be arrested for questionable behavior. But, on the other hand, they may be here for other reasons.”
“I don’t think there is any question about that,” I said. “Look how she is dressed.” She was of similar age to her companion and wore a short skirt. Her unbuttoned blouse displayed her ample, bra-less breasts. They started walking in our direction.
“What do you plan on doing?” said Simon. I was a little scared and hopelessly unable to decide, but the temptation was there. The butterflies in my tummy didn’t help; neither did Simon’s following comment.
“I get horny when I see you topless,” he said.
“I think it’s time we left, Simon; start the car.”
He obviously didn’t hear me, and I didn’t have the willpower to repeat it. The woman continued to approach; the man followed. I was torn between hope and fear that she may intend to engage with us. She could also be headed for some path nearby, I reasoned. However, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her to see if there was a path. She stopped by our car, a pleasant smile on her face. Simon pressed the down button on my window.
“Would you like to walk with me?” she asked. My mouth was dry, Simon handed me a bottle of water. I opened the door without any rational thought, got out, and swallowed some water, still unable to respond.
I just feasted my eyes on her body; she moved her blouse to fully expose one of her breasts, a nipple jutted out from a large dark areola and she made no effort to cover herself. I was hopelessly mesmerized by the scene, conscious of the increased sensitivity of my unfettered boobs pressing against my T-shirt.
“Oh my, you are attractive,” the woman said as she looked me over like a piece of merchandise. I admit I enjoyed her crude appraisal. Then, she turned to address her male partner, who had quietly joined us. “Nice, huh?” the woman continued. He handed her a towel.
“Very,” he replied with his gaze unashamedly focused on my chest, then my groin, where a dull throb germinated. I sipped more water, my brain racked with indecision.
I heard Simon get out of the car, then lock it. “Sexy boyfriend, you have too,” the woman added after a similar appraisal of Simon.
I felt a pang of jealousy., I know I have no right to be possessive, but unease welled in me at the thought of sharing him.
“We are going for a little walk,” the woman said. I know there isn’t anyone else here at the moment, but sometimes guys come over the dunes from the beach. So you never know what’s around the next corner.” She smiled with her eyes fixed on my chest, then took her friend’s hand. They headed toward one of the trails that disappeared in the direction of the beach.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Simon whispered.
“I know.” It was a warm spring day with a feel-good air and the smell of the clean bush and salt air. It gave you fresh energy to put that extra spring in your step, a day when I wanted to just do something. We followed about ten meters behind them. The woman turned around; she smiled and continued.
The couple stopped in a small clearing. Then the man kissed his partner and continued alone to some bushes about five meters away, where he partly concealed himself. Simon and I followed suit behind another clump of vegetation. We now had an uninterrupted view of the clearing where the woman spread her towel on the ground.
“Look, on the other side of the clearing near the sand dune,” Simon whispered. Then, to my absolute surprise, a naked man emerged. He was middle-aged, not particularly attractive, with a large gut and slightly sunburnt. He tentatively approached the woman, who made no attempt to move even when he placed a hand on her exposed breast.
The woman grasped his small, erect penis and gently masturbated him. Then, another man appeared, also naked. He was older, quite trim, and fit-looking with an all-over tan and sexually aroused. He confidently caressed the woman’s bottom and briefly sucked on her nipple. She moaned with pleasure and reached for his sizable, erect sex organ that curved enticingly upwards.
He stepped closer and placed his hand under her short skirt; we saw a bare bottom and his hand between her legs. She dropped her knees on the towel and took the fat man’s cock in her mouth.
At this point, the woman’s companion approached, lifted her skirt over her waist, and kneeled behind her. He placed two fingers in her pussy. She parted her legs, then wiggled to give him easier access while she fellated and fondled the other two naked men in turn.
Simon gently massaged my neck and shoulders, then moved into the clearing. I followed; the scene was totally compelling. So much so that I could not take my eyes off the four strangers. The woman began to thrust her hips back and forth on her partner’s fingers embedded in her pussy.
Her humping actions seemed a silent signal for him to extract his digits and gently spread the copious fluids from the crevice over her swollen labia. Then, he stood and gestured to the older man that she was available for him. The older man immediately positioned himself on his knees behind her.
I moved to her side for a better view as he smoothly entered her. She accommodated his engorged member with ease. “Oh, that is so good,” she enthused. Simon stood beside me and grasped my trembling hand.
The woman abandoned the fat guy and gave her full attention to the stranger who had mounted her and was now fucking her with regular deep thrusts. The fat guy vigorously masturbated and climaxed. She turned to look at me, a wicked smile on her face as if to say, “It’s up to you.”
I threw caution to the wind and removed my T-shirt. Her companion approached me and smiled when I consented to his inappropriate but tentative touches on my breasts. I held one in a gesture of offering.
My whole body trembled with excitement when he suckled. The bulk of my small breast was sucked almost totally in his mouth, and his tongue teased the ultra-sensitive nipple. I imagined allowing milk to flow.
Simon caught my eye and then grasped the hem of my skirt. I nodded permission; he lifted the skirt to expose my panty-clad crotch.
The woman’s companion put his hand between my legs and rubbed my cunt lips through the panties. My vagina throbbed with desire. I parted my feet a little more and bore down on his hand.
My resistance to social taboos was now almost wholly abandoned. The gates to the garden of submissive delights were so close and beckoned seductively. I could almost reach the handles.
The animalistic grunts of the man fucking the woman indicated his climax was very close. He held her buttocks and ground his beautiful cock in a circular motion rather than hump her. He let go briefly and smacked her bottom. “Yes,” she responded, “more.” He obliged with another firm slap then my new admirer abandoned me and went to his mate. The grunts of the fucker stopped. He stilled, held her bottom, then groaned as he ejaculated. The woman emitted squeals and whimpers of contented satiation as she climaxed.
The fucker’s glistening spent cock slipped out; he stood, then moved away. The woman rolled onto her back with her legs apart. Her partner knelt and licked the sex fluids leaking from her swollen genitals. Then he mounted her. She keened with pleasure. The two naked men disappeared into the scrub, and Simon and I left the woman and her mate to enjoy themselves.
