My Introduction to Dogging.
It all started a few years back when my husband and I were driving home from a night out with friends. He was busting for a pee and pulled into one of those off the road lay-bys. There were several cars parked there with one or two men standing around but we didn't really take much notice of them as hubby went around the back of the car to relieve himself. However while he was out of the car two men came up to my side and stared in at me. Then as Bill got back in one of them unzipped his fly and started wanking his cock. Amazingly Bill didn't say a word but just sat there watching. By this time the other guy had his cock out as well and was really going for it! I just sat there, totally stunned by what was happening, as both of them shot their cum over the window. It was then that I came to my senses and snapped at Bill to get me out of here!
There then followed a rather long silence when neither of us knew what to say. Eventually Bill said "fuck me that was hot". That comment was enough to open the floodgates and I told him how bloody fantastic I had found it and how unbelievably randy I was feeling! "Why don't you have a little play?" he suggested. That was it! My hand was down my knickers and I had the most intense orgasm of my entire life! Well that was the start of our new life!
In time, Bill and I would have long discussions about how to proceed. Strangely though, when we got home that night, neither of us said a word. I made us both a mug of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table calmly discussing our evening with friends and the conversations we had with them. Neither of us mentioned the dogging site or what had happened there. It was as if neither of us could bring ourselves to bring up the subject. However I was acutely aware that my knickers were absolutely soaking! It was as if both of us were too embarrassed by it all to bring the subject up.
We both went upstairs and got ready for bed just as if nothing had happened. Once in bed we kissed, said goodnight and "I love you" as usual, turned the light out and went to sleep. Well actually I didn't get to sleep for ages. I kept playing the night's events over and over in my mind. I think, even at that early stage, I knew something had changed. I just didn't know exactly what. I kept telling myself that it was a one off and that I should never repeat the experience. However once I had heard Bill's breathing change, and I knew he was really asleep, found myself gently playing with myself. I actually had a rather satisfying orgasm, something I hadn't done in years.
The following morning was the same, with nothing being mentioned although I felt both of us wanted to talk about it. This went on for a couple of days during which I felt myself getting randier and randier. Eventually I just knew I had to speak to Bill about it. So I just said it! "Bill, we have to talk about this!". "I know" he said "it's driving me crazy!" Then he grabbed me and gave me the biggest kiss ever! He wanted to know exactly how I had felt about Saturday night. Did I hate or love it? I just had to tell him the truth and told him it had been the most exciting sexual experience of my life. I told him (and this is going to sound unbelievably corny) that I felt it had lit a fire inside me that I wanted to grow and grow lol.
How did he feel? He said he was so glad I felt that way because he had found just as exciting. Did I want to repeat it? Gosh yes! But next time we're not going to rush off. I told him I wanted to stay to see how things developed and he said that would be all his Christmases coming at once! He had been online learning all about dogging and the etiquette involved and explained it all to me. How it went from watching from a locked car (like Saturday) to full blown sex! Always with total strangers! And I suddenly realised that was the thing that was ringing my bell. Sex with total strangers was my ultimae turn on. A defining moment for me. But what did Bill want out of this? He went all embarrassed and I had to drag it out of him. He just wanted to watch!!!!!
I was astounded. Did he really want to witness me having sex with strange men? Yes, yes, yes he said. Just the thought of it was giving him an almost permanent hard on. OMG suddenly everything was falling into place. What was turning me on was exactly what was doing it for him. He had a fantastic erection, and I had an extremely wet fanny. One thing led to another and we ended up fucking on the lounge floor. First time in years.
Surprisingly it still took us a few days before we could bring ourselves talk about it again. The realisation that I was the sort of person that I would previously have despised and considered to be a filthy trollop was both disgusting and exciting to me. I must admit that I masturbated every day. And the more I did it the more I wanted to do so much more. I realised that I had become a filthy whore I kept imagining what my friends neighbours and work mates would think if they only knew how my brain was working. Somehow that made it even more exciting. Eventually it was Bill that brought the subject up again. He had been investigating online where we could go to pursue our new hobby. Surprisingly the list was very long. We wanted to keep within a reasonable distance of home but not too close for obvious reasons. We decided that we would have to be within the South West counties. But still the list was long. How would we know whether these sites were still operational. We decided that there was at least one site that was still being used. The one we used last week! If we could establish some contacts there we would hopefully find more sites.
So what should I wear? I wasn't too sure what dogging etiquette said about clothing. Eventually I decided that I needed to be dressed in black. It seemed to fit my new persona. Black blouse black skirt black hold ups and a black leather jacket. And of course black underwear. A black bra and a black thong. I remember being so excited when I purchased them in town it made me feel so wonderfuĺly dirty!
Well that just about describes my introduction into the wonderful world of dogging! A world that is as exciting as it is degrading. A world that changes me from a respectable wife, mother and grandmother into a filthy, cum loving, slut!
Exciting as it was for him, as my involvement got to be more and more extreme, it all became too much for hubby and we agreed to pack it in. It was beginning to put a strain on our marriage which was the last thing I wanted as I love him beyond all reason!
However a flame had been lit that I found impossible to extinguish and, after a few frustrating months, I returned to my dogging ways, this time without my husband. I suspect he knows but prefers to say nothing. In the meantime that flame is burning brighter and brighter as I get increasingly used and abused by total strangers.
Gosh, life is good!
There then followed a rather long silence when neither of us knew what to say. Eventually Bill said "fuck me that was hot". That comment was enough to open the floodgates and I told him how bloody fantastic I had found it and how unbelievably randy I was feeling! "Why don't you have a little play?" he suggested. That was it! My hand was down my knickers and I had the most intense orgasm of my entire life! Well that was the start of our new life!
In time, Bill and I would have long discussions about how to proceed. Strangely though, when we got home that night, neither of us said a word. I made us both a mug of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table calmly discussing our evening with friends and the conversations we had with them. Neither of us mentioned the dogging site or what had happened there. It was as if neither of us could bring ourselves to bring up the subject. However I was acutely aware that my knickers were absolutely soaking! It was as if both of us were too embarrassed by it all to bring the subject up.
We both went upstairs and got ready for bed just as if nothing had happened. Once in bed we kissed, said goodnight and "I love you" as usual, turned the light out and went to sleep. Well actually I didn't get to sleep for ages. I kept playing the night's events over and over in my mind. I think, even at that early stage, I knew something had changed. I just didn't know exactly what. I kept telling myself that it was a one off and that I should never repeat the experience. However once I had heard Bill's breathing change, and I knew he was really asleep, found myself gently playing with myself. I actually had a rather satisfying orgasm, something I hadn't done in years.
The following morning was the same, with nothing being mentioned although I felt both of us wanted to talk about it. This went on for a couple of days during which I felt myself getting randier and randier. Eventually I just knew I had to speak to Bill about it. So I just said it! "Bill, we have to talk about this!". "I know" he said "it's driving me crazy!" Then he grabbed me and gave me the biggest kiss ever! He wanted to know exactly how I had felt about Saturday night. Did I hate or love it? I just had to tell him the truth and told him it had been the most exciting sexual experience of my life. I told him (and this is going to sound unbelievably corny) that I felt it had lit a fire inside me that I wanted to grow and grow lol.
How did he feel? He said he was so glad I felt that way because he had found just as exciting. Did I want to repeat it? Gosh yes! But next time we're not going to rush off. I told him I wanted to stay to see how things developed and he said that would be all his Christmases coming at once! He had been online learning all about dogging and the etiquette involved and explained it all to me. How it went from watching from a locked car (like Saturday) to full blown sex! Always with total strangers! And I suddenly realised that was the thing that was ringing my bell. Sex with total strangers was my ultimae turn on. A defining moment for me. But what did Bill want out of this? He went all embarrassed and I had to drag it out of him. He just wanted to watch!!!!!
I was astounded. Did he really want to witness me having sex with strange men? Yes, yes, yes he said. Just the thought of it was giving him an almost permanent hard on. OMG suddenly everything was falling into place. What was turning me on was exactly what was doing it for him. He had a fantastic erection, and I had an extremely wet fanny. One thing led to another and we ended up fucking on the lounge floor. First time in years.
Surprisingly it still took us a few days before we could bring ourselves talk about it again. The realisation that I was the sort of person that I would previously have despised and considered to be a filthy trollop was both disgusting and exciting to me. I must admit that I masturbated every day. And the more I did it the more I wanted to do so much more. I realised that I had become a filthy whore I kept imagining what my friends neighbours and work mates would think if they only knew how my brain was working. Somehow that made it even more exciting. Eventually it was Bill that brought the subject up again. He had been investigating online where we could go to pursue our new hobby. Surprisingly the list was very long. We wanted to keep within a reasonable distance of home but not too close for obvious reasons. We decided that we would have to be within the South West counties. But still the list was long. How would we know whether these sites were still operational. We decided that there was at least one site that was still being used. The one we used last week! If we could establish some contacts there we would hopefully find more sites.
So what should I wear? I wasn't too sure what dogging etiquette said about clothing. Eventually I decided that I needed to be dressed in black. It seemed to fit my new persona. Black blouse black skirt black hold ups and a black leather jacket. And of course black underwear. A black bra and a black thong. I remember being so excited when I purchased them in town it made me feel so wonderfuĺly dirty!
Well that just about describes my introduction into the wonderful world of dogging! A world that is as exciting as it is degrading. A world that changes me from a respectable wife, mother and grandmother into a filthy, cum loving, slut!
Exciting as it was for him, as my involvement got to be more and more extreme, it all became too much for hubby and we agreed to pack it in. It was beginning to put a strain on our marriage which was the last thing I wanted as I love him beyond all reason!
However a flame had been lit that I found impossible to extinguish and, after a few frustrating months, I returned to my dogging ways, this time without my husband. I suspect he knows but prefers to say nothing. In the meantime that flame is burning brighter and brighter as I get increasingly used and abused by total strangers.
Gosh, life is good!
2 years ago
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
And not saying you are old there, you are only 51 same as me...was written when 51 would have been considered really old, now 50 is the new 40, 30 lol. But also reference to profile of growing passion with age, age being just getting a little older and not old