So this is Dogging!
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“What happens now?” I asked Chris as the car stopped and his lights went out. “Does he just assume we're here for fun?”
“No, I’ve been told how to show that. If he is interested he should come over. I looked at Lizzie. The look on her face told me she was excited. At this point, things were no different to a few weeks ago when we’d flashed the lorry driver and parked up for him to come and watch us play. Recalling that made me leak a little.
The new arrival opened his door and stepped out. It was difficult to see what he looked like as dusk was turning into night and there were no lights around nor much of a moon. He sauntered across to us.
I couldn’t believe how I felt. Even with crossing a boundary with Chris earlier, I’d assumed my mind would want nothing to do with this man. This total stranger. But I did. Perhaps subconsciously my mind was saying he was only going to stand outside and waggle his cock although I knew full well more than that was likely to happen.
He arrived beside our car. Chris lowered Lizzie’s window a little. He was very much controlling everything.
“Hi,” Lizzie virtually whispered.
“Hi to you. Hope you’re here for some fun.”
“Perhaps. Want to watch?”
“Anything you like.”
Chris switched the interior light on and Lizzie pulled her skirt up her legs and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. “This is my first time so not sure what I’ll let you do.”
“No sweat. I like stockings.” he said taking in the view of Lizzies stocking clad thighs and suspenders.
Standing as he was, close to the door, he couldn’t see me in the back which suited me. This was Lizzie and Chris’s thing. I’d stay out of it. If I could. My overriding mental state though was telling me that would be difficult.
“Want to see my tits?” asked Lizzie. Probably an unnecessary question.
“That would be good,” came back the reply. Lizzie pulled her blouse down to her waist and scooped her tits out of her bra and massaged them, rubbing them together and tweaking her nipples. I was now in serious trouble. God knows how Lizzie felt. Or Chris come to that. The scene playing out was making me leak but I tried to keep it in check.
I could see the man rubbing his cock through his trousers.
Chris leaned across so he could see the man’s face and said, “Have a feel if you want to, she’s too shy to ask herself.”
Lizzie shot him a look. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was annoyed at him offering her tits to the stranger or suggesting she was too shy to ask.
There was no time to dwell on it though as the stranger's hand came through the window and grabbed her nearest tit.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Chris unzipping. He’d clearly recovered from our earlier fuck, his cock leapt to attention while his eyes fixed on the stranger's hand molesting his wife. His own hand slowly wanked his cock.
I couldn’t tell how Lizzie was reacting as her face was towards the man but her body didn’t appear tense.
Then her arm went out of the window and rubbed the man’s groin. Oh fuck.
My mind was in turmoil. I wanted to join in but I knew I shouldn’t. It was Lizzie’s outing. There was something else holding me back too. My phobia, the phobia I’d hit for six only a few hours earlier, was making a fight back. Not a serious fight back. But enough to add to my hesitation. What would I do anyway? I’d had Chris. Even if my phobia allowed it I wasn’t going to leap out of the car push Lizzie’s hand out of the way and fuck the stranger. No, I had to stay put and hope there would be more doggers (I assume that’s what they are called) turn up. Having thought about it and, that this one man might not be the only one, I relaxed and decided to sit back and watch the fun. I could come on in the second half as a substitute!
“Get it out, Lizzie.” Chris was referring to the man’s cock. She looked up at the man who seemed satisfied simply groping her tit and asked, “Can I?” The answer was, “Fuck yes.” Her hand unzipped him and delved into his trousers but she had trouble extracting his cock. He let go of her tit, undid his trousers, and pushed them and his underpants down to his knees. His cock was rigid and average size. Lizzie tentatively took hold of it and started wanking. I had two fingers working myself and Chris had pushed Lizzie’s skirt right up and had his hand in her knickers.
“Suck him, Lizzie. Suck him,” implored Chris in a whisper. He was pushing her and a small part of me was concerned that he was pushing too hard. The whole thing was so erotic though and Lizzie showed no hesitation so I guessed she was more than happy to follow her husband’s command. “Come closer.” She said to the dogger. He did and stood as close to the door as he could. He wasn’t tall, in fact I hadn’t realised till then how short he was, and his cock was well below window level. Lizzie tried leaning out but that proved useless. “I’ll open the door.” She announced. He stepped back and she pushed the door wide and swung her legs out. This left me with a restricted view and Chris without a cunt to finger. Perhaps I should offer him mine. Should I? Could I? Did I want to? It would mean not being able to watch Lizzie. Something that was turning me on no end. Then I thought of a solution. “Let’s join them,” I said to Chris as I exited the car on the driver's side, opened Chris’s door and unceremoniously pulled him out, and led him round to where his wife was now blowing the stranger like a seasoned veteran. Chris didn’t object. The man showed no surprise at seeing me other than his eyes widened slightly. Chris leant against the car and I squatted in front of him putting me next to the stranger. I’d engineered that. I was pushing myself. Going for broke. I felt good. Confident. No sign of my phobia even though I was inches from a strange man’s cock. I took Chris's cock in my mouth. Cupped his balls. Sucked for England. I can’t deep throat. That is the term, isn’t it? Open my throat to allow a penis to enter? But I doubt Chris was bothered. I doubt he even registered what I was doing. His turn-on was watching his wife suck this total stranger. His eyes were glued to that cock disappearing into his wife’s mouth. I swear I could hear a soft moan coming from him but took no credit. It didn’t worry me. I was partly with him anyway. Watching my friend suck this man off. The whole scene was so charged I wondered if it would stop there or if she’d go on to fuck him. God that thought made my juices flow. Almost like peeing.
Lizzie took a break from sucking the man. Pushed his cock against his belly and began licking him. Her hand still wanking him. Her eyes looking at his face. Chris still stared at her. The tension was building. I was convinced either of my friends was going to suggest the dogger fuck her but at that moment he erupted. His cum hitting Lizzie in the face. Masses of it. Across the forehead. Running into her eyes. Down her cheek. On her lips. That proved the catalyst for Chris. His explosion mirrored the man’s. It was his second of the night so the quantity was not so great but what a gorgeous feeling it was as the warm substance hit me and slowly, so slowly, started trickling down my face.
I knew what was next.
More to follow.
