Dogging — The Aftermath
As the title says this is just a short blog following our evening of debauched fun. It’s too long to tweet and you might find it…
As the title says this is just a short blog following our evening of debauched fun. It’s too long to tweet and you might find it interesting. Especially about my date tomorrow! If you want to catch the whole story of our public fucking and dogging evening, start here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/lizzie-takes-charge-eb310c861425
The journey back home was quiet. The enormity of what had occurred certainly occupied my mind and I would guess, theirs.
It had been monumental for everyone, my taking a man's cock — twice! — in public. Chris seeing his wife fucked and fucked hard by three strangers, and Lizzie!
I wondered if she’d have regrets. Decide she shouldn’t have done it, but there was no indication I could pick up that she felt like that. Her body didn’t look tense and as far as I could see, her expression was relaxed. Amazing really, considering everything.
As for me, I had mixed feelings. I’d thought coping with Chris fucking me in the pub garden had dispelled my phobia or at least proved I could hold it in check, but the arrival of the three doggers put paid to that notion. At least in part. I’d coped with being close to rampaging cocks, which was a positive. I’d had a cock in me with those other three around. I decided to regard my cup as half full rather than half empty and bask in the sexy memories of the evening. There were plenty of those.
Chris dropped me back at my car. I kissed them both good night and we went our separate ways.
When I got home, I stripped off and had a long, long shower. My clothes were a mess. Amazingly, only my stockings had suffered permanent damage, having both got laddered. The rest was just creased and stained.
The shower revived me. Enabled me to be more positive about the evening. By the time I climbed into bed, I was content with the world, but desperate to know how Lizzie would be when the enormity of what she had done sank in. The enormity of what they had both done, really. Chris’s part in the evening made it so much hornier. I don’t just mean my use of his cock, but mentally. A husband watching his wife be gang-banged. I’m not sure why that turned me on so much. Perhaps I was sharing his experience, given how Lizzie was my lover. How I’d started her on this road. That thought made me wonder. Started on the road to where?
My journey had started by accidentally revealing my bra in the office (how amazingly trivial now) helped not inconsiderably by all my Twitter followers. Now I was travelling further and further down the rabbit hole. Would Lizzie be coming with me? In some ways, she was already ahead of me.
I hoped she was as relaxed about the evening as I was and I had to phone her the following day to find out.
She didn’t want to talk on the phone as John was around, so came over for coffee.
I knew as soon as I opened the door, she had no regrets. Her beaming naughty smile was locked on her face.
“Hello Witch, husband fucker in chief. I’ve come to request a new spell.”
I laughed, and kissed her full on the lips while still on the doorstep, sod the neighbours, and invited her in.
“A spell to do what?” I asked as I put the coffee on.
“To create groundhog day. So yesterday is on a continuous loop.”
I laughed again. “No regrets then?”
“About what? Sitting in a pub garden watching my friend fucked by my husband while customers watched or sucking four strange cocks and getting fucked by three of them?”
“Either/or.”
“What’s to regret? Oh, you mean did I mind my husband getting the biggest hard on he’s had in years for my friend rather than me? Or calmly watching me fucked silly while he again stuck his cock up my friend's cunt?”
Read that paragraph back and imagine two tones of voice. The one Lizzie used, lighthearted and carefree and then with a tone laced with malice and venom. Perhaps because I’m so used to listening to what words people use and trying to assess how genuine they are, I had a momentary panic that she was hiding her true feelings.
“Yes,” I replied, “that’s exactly what I mean and if deep down you do have reservations, nows the time to say and stop.”
“You are joking? Stop? After last night? Not a chance in hell. For either of us. How many times did Chris cum last night? Three wasn’t it? But he did me when we got home. Then again, early this morning. What a stud I’m married to! I think that’s a record, at least since our wedding night. I was quite sore after the three men, but his fuck was one of the best we’d had for years. And the noisiest! God knows what John must have thought if he was awake.”
John! Should I tell her? Her performance the previous night had demonstrated she was open to, shall we say, non-mainstream sex, but I let it go. I best check with John first that he’s happy I tell her.
I was relieved at what she’d said, so pushed on. “So what’s next?”
“There you go, Witch. Pushing, pushing! Take stock? Do it again? I’m not sure. As I say, I’m sore so nothing for a few days. That includes you, Witch! But then? That pub thing was fun, wasn’t it? I’d happily do that again. Perhaps me and a friend or even a stranger. And as for the dogging! Definitely in the diary. But what about you?” Her face went serious. “Do you think you’re getting through your problem? I assume you do. I was surprised how you coped. Was that really the first cock you had for years?”
Oh, dear. I couldn’t tell her an outright lie. “The first from a mature man, yes.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’ve had an immature man?”
“Yes. One. I’ll tell you about it sometime. But I loved Chris’s cock going in there and I knew he’d stop if I asked, so in the end it was no big deal — from the phobia thing I mean — but the sight of those three men all with their cocks out was too much too soon. Besides, it was your night.”
I’d deflected the conversation enough it seemed, and we chatted on about the evening and the future.
I can see fun times ahead!
We were at the front door saying goodbye when a thought struck me. I’d been trying to think of an excuse to get John round now he had broken up from college, that wasn’t too obvious so that I could ask him about telling his mother. And perhaps have a little play.
I asked Lizzie, “Did you ever get to meet John’s girlfriend?” I knew the girlfriend was non existent, a cover for his happy mood after visiting me, but had an idea.
“No, I think it’s fizzled out. Why?”
“It’s just that a friend's daughter is home from Uni soon and I’ve an idea they may have a lot in common. I just wondered if he might like to meet her.”
This was presumptuous of me. I’d originally thought the girl would be imaginary, but Debbie come to mind.
“That would be super. I’ve been worrying about what he’s going to be doing for the summer. I’ll see if I can talk him into it.”
If Debs wasn’t keen, it wasn’t a major problem, but it could be fun being in bed with those two youngsters at the same time. Stay tuned!
POSTSCRIPT
Since I wrote that, Lizzie has got back to me and confirmed John would be happy to meet my friend. I suspect he would have an inkling as to what was on offer. I contacted Debs and asked if she fancied a debauched afternoon in bed with me and a nineteen year old youth I was schooling.
Ha, you know me, no beating around the bush. But I didn’t want to get her there under false pretenses and no way was I going to sit in the lounge all afternoon making small talk.
She didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, great. I’ve only been home a few days and am bored rigid.”
“Well, I suspect something rigid might bore you come Saturday. See you then.”
So tomorrow guys. Should be fun!
