Dogger or cuckols? The sequel.

We visited the dogging site on one further occasion. Despite my hints, subtle ond otherwise, Liz would have nothing to do with allowing other men to even touch her, let alone fuck her. Eventually it was she who suggested that we go back. She would perform again, but only with me. One step at a time I thought.

We hired a people carrier thing for 24, hours, the plan being to perform in the back, with the tailgate up. Again she wore new undies, no knickers, a half-cup bra, suspender belt. All in red. The suspenders again supported black stockings, but these had little red devils embroidered on the welts. This time, she allowed me a preview.

Again we arrived early. We waited until there were several cars. We wanted to start before another woman turned up, Liz had no intention of being upstaged, so as well as we could in the gloom, we tried to make sure that the new arrivals were all men. When she decided that the time was right, we both got out, I opened the tailgate, Liz removed her raincoat. We soon had as audience. The woman who we had watched being fucked, arrived with her partner as we were setting up. Perfect timing.

Liz sat in the back, I dropped my pants and shuffled towards her. But my cock was refusing to take part, it was suffering from stage fright. Liz's skilful mouth quickly rectified that and she soon had plenty to work with. When I felt my climax beginning, I pulled away, Liz shuffled back in the car and lay down, knees raised. I was to fuck her in missionary position.

But I could not resist licking her first. We had rehearsed everything else, but not that. I adore her taste. And when she is aroused not only is there plenty to taste, but I'm sure that the taste is richer, stronger. I couldn't make her come though, she pushed me away and I mounted her, sliding my cock straight in. It didn't last long, I blasted generously into her and quickly pulled out to let the watchers see the result.

All the way through, the watchers made comments, like;

"Give it to her mate, fuck her good."

Or;

"Look at those tits bounce as he shags!"

None of the wanking watchers came, which was a bit disappointing. They had other plans. The partner of the other woman took what looked like a large but thin suitcase from the boot of his car. He popped open the straps and turned it into a large mat. The woman peeled off her dress, leaving her naked apart from knee length leather boots. She knelt on the mat, on all fours. One of the watchers dropped his pants, rolled on a condom, positioned himself behind her and pushed into her cunt. Another offered his cock to her mouth, she began to suck it.

All six had her, alternating from mouth to cunt and back again. Again there were comments from the others, but harsher.

"She could crack walnuts with that cunt."

And;

"Sucks like a milking machine."

Suddenly, the woman seemed to have had enough, she straighted up, but remained kneeling and said;

"Show time fellas, give me your cum."

The men gathered in front of her and began to wank. One came very quickly, directing his stream at her tits. She helped, taking a cock and wanking it, giving it an occasional suck, until all six shot their loads onto her face and tits. That was it, the show was over. Nobody said anything, the group dispersed and people left.

In bed later, after we had fucked, I asked Liz for her thoughts on the evening. She said;

"I liked the showing off part, with you, but not what happened after, it seemed sleazy. But her being showered with cum was a good."

Despite my cajoling, we didn't go again. She dismissed the idea of her taking the place of the other woman. I could understand that, the men were a mixed bunch, but none could be described as fine specimens. I reverted to my aural foreplay to get her thinking about alternatives.

"Imagine having two good looking horny men at your disposal, with you sucking one cock and being fucked by the other, or perhaps one in your cunt and one in your arse. Better still, three men, a cock for each hole. You can come three or four times to my once anyway, with three men they could fuck you to a climax, one at a time."

It got her thinking. One night she said;

"Would you really like to see me being fucked by another man, watch me suck his cock and swallow his spunk?"

I replied;

"I would pay to see it."

She was quiet for some time and then said softly;

"We'd better look for someone then."

Success! I had just the man in mind. Sean belonged to my squash club and was a regular on the same day as me. We were fairly evenly matched but he could thrash me two out of three times, but when we played doubles, we were unbeatable. He was a few years younger than me. He was, at least in my opinion, a good looking bloke.

I had even seen him naked. At an away match, the men's showers were the old fashioned, communal type. He was well equipped. In fact, compared to me, he was Jake the peg with an extra leg. Chatting in the clubroom after a game, I had found out that he was recently divorced and was stinging from it, he was off women.

I arranged for Liz to be in the clubroom one evening, so that she could meet him. We had a few drinks and as we left, Liz said;

"You must come to dinner one evening."

It was arranged. That evening, Liz was dressed to kill. Over the top for dinner at home, but Sean could not keep his eyes off her. She was very flirty, obviously she approved. When he excused himself, she said to me;

"I will if he will."

When he returned, she made an excuse to leave the room. Sean said;

"You're a lucky man, you have a very beautiful and charming wife."

I thanked him and added;

"Would you like to fuck her?"

He spilled his drink.

"What?"

He stammered. I rephrased the question;

"She is a first class fuck, would you like some?"

He ummed and ah'd, unsure how to respond. Liz returned before he could reply. We retired to the lounge with our drinks, Liz and I sat together on the sofa, Sean on a chair opposite. Liz crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs revealing her legs from the tip of her high heels to the whiplash suspenders disapearing into her skimpy knickers. Sean crossed his legs,trying to conceal an obvious erection.

Liz continued to flaunt herself, getting up to refill his glass and bending over until her barely contained tits were on the point of spilling. He said that he should go, it had been a wonderful evening. He phoned for a mini-cab. When it arrived, I showed him out. As he left, I said;

"Well, would you?"

He didnt answer. Liz was on fire that night night, riding me until she came on my cock and pushing down as my spunk fountained onto her.

"That's a yes then?"

I teased.

After our game the following week, Sean warily asked if I had been serious about him fucking Liz. I said that I was and that Liz was up for it. I quizzed him about his recent sexual activity, Liz had stipulated that she did not want condoms used. He assured me that unless you could catch something from your hand, he was clean.

I also told him that it was dependant on me being present as referee. He went away to think about that, but called me the next day and asked me to set it up. We arranged for him to come to us the following Saturday.

Liz asked what she should wear for the occasion, I said that just her usual perfume would probably be enough. Sean was early, dressed in a suit, but without a tie, as he had been when he came to dinner. He was carrying a large bunch of red roses. A romantic, Liz was delighted. We had drinks, my heart was thumping, I imagine Liz and Sean were also nervous. Liz was wearing an unbelievably sexy knee length black lace kimono, specially purchased, with high heeled slippers. Under it was a black lace G-string. I wore slacks and shirt, no socks and no underpants. Even if I only got to watch, I didn't want clothes in the way.

You could cut the tension with a knife. Liz sat with the robe wrapped tightly around her. The lace showed her nipples, but she covered them with her arm as she sipped her drink. She also kept both feet on the floor, knees pressed together. Was she having second thoughts? Sean drained his glass and cleared his throat, then said;

"Would you mind if I had a shower? Again we were impressed. I showed him to the spare bedroom, where the action would take place. It had a king- size bed, but no duvet. I showed him the en-suite shower and said;

"Call when you're finished and we will come up."

Downstairs, I said to Liz;

"It's not too late to change your mind, I think Sean is as nervous as you are."

"Having second thoughts yourself?"

She said. She sood up, undid the belt of her robe and let it slip from her shoulders. Then she pushed down the knickers and stepped out of them.

"You started this," she said. "Now shut up and watch me fuck his brains out."

Sean called down.

"You go first," she said. "I want to make a dramatic entrance."

Sean was sitting on the bed, but he stood as I entered. His cock was not erect, but nor was it slack. It curved heavily from his pubes. Liz entered. Her eyes went straight to Sean's cock. I watched her face, her eyes widened, her lips parted and the tip of her tongue licked across them.

I turned my attention back to Sean, his cock slowly unfurled until it stood out frm his belly. He was a show-er, not a grower. Erect, it looked not much longer than mine. But it was certainly thicker. Liz moved towards him and took it in her small hand. At the same time, Sean put his arms around her and drew her close. He kissed her gently on the lips, then pulled away so that he could lower his mouth to her tits, drawing each nipple into his mouth in turn and sucking it.

They fell back onto the bed, her on top kissing him like she meant it. I removed my own clothes, freeing my very hard cock and stood watching, enthralled. I had arranged this, made it possible to share my lovely wife with another man. Was I proud? My cock was like an iron bar and my heart was pounding. I took my cock in my hand and gave it a few exploratory strokes, as I suspected, it would not take much.

Sean rolled Liz over onto her back, one arm around her shoulders, the other hand exploring her body, following his fingers with his lips, showering her chest and belly with kisses. Liz was moaning softly. Would he kiss her cunt? His fingers were there, teasing apart the wet lips while Liz tried to spread herself for him. But no, no cunt kisses. Instead, he mounted her.

His rigid cock found her entrance as though drawn to it and with one smooth movement slid easily into her. Liz gasped as his girth stretched her and then her legs came up to enfold him. Their fucking was smooth and natural, as if they were long time lovers. I was struck by the sheer beauty of it. Yes, it was erotic. Yes, I had seen it many times on porn and yes, I had watched women fucked during my dogging escapades, but this was like art, living art. Ballet without the music.

My cock was so hard that my foreskin had drawn back, a trickle of pre-cum hung from my tip. I dare not touch it. Their fucking was becoming more vigorous, Sean was close, I knew that this was his first fuck for a long time, but had he abstained from self-pleasure in anticipation of this? What would I have done? Saved it for her or had a pressure-relief wank before leaving home?

Sean gave little roar as he came and I was treated to the sight of his buttocks clenching as he pumped his spunk into my wife. He stayed inside her when he was spent, but supporting his weight on his arms. He jerked twice as aftershocks racked him, then moved away. Liz stayed splayed, thick white cum oozing from her gaping cunt.

I dragged my eyes away from the intriguing sight and looked at her face. Her eyes locked on mine, she knew what I wanted, she wanted it too. I posioned myself between her thighs, she used both hands to guide me, not that I needed it, I knew the way. For the first time ever, I experienced the exquisite feeling of entering a cunt awash with another man's cum. Sean had not lasted long, I lasted even less. All too soon I was adding my contribution to his. I looked down at Liz, I felt closer to her than I had ever done. I kissed her and whispered;

"I love you."

I rolled away. Now the result of two generous spunkings trickled from her ravaged cunt. Her eyes closed, both hands reached down to paddle in the exotic cocktail, two parts spunk, one part cunt juice. She had not come during either of the fuckings. She did now.

We watched as her fingers worked her sopping cunt, quickly bringing herself to a powerful orgasm. As the first wave hit, she drew her knees up and rolled onto her side facing away from us, curled in a foetal crouch. Her body shook violently as the spasms racked her. I had been privileged to witness this on several occasions, but for Sean, it was a new experience. He turned to me with a concerned look on his face, I assured him with a smile and he turned back to enjoy the spectacle. When she was finished, Liz rolled onto her back to find her two lovers watching, enraptured.

"What?" She said.

The tension returned, falling like a curtain. Suddenly we seemed to realise our nudity. But we all knew that it was far from over. Liz made for the bathroom, I went downstairs to fetch another bottle of wine and three glasses. As we drank, the tension dispersed. Liz drained her glass and stretched out on the bed, arms outstretched. Sean joined her on one side, me on the other.

We each took charge of a tit, fondling it and alternately kissing her on the mouth and sucking our respective nipples. Liz took an erect cock in each hand. As I sucked, I moved my hand gently to the base of her belly. Sean did the same. It was as if we had previously arranged our movements. Sean used his fingers to spread the moist lips of Liz's cunt as I strummed the stiff bud of her clit. She came again, but this time we held her as the shocks rippled through her.

I knelt between her thighs, eager to fuck her again, but changed my mind. Aroused as she was, from what she had just experienced and in the certain knowledge that more was to come, her sweet cunt would taste even sweeter. I was also fully aware that there must be traces of Sean's spunk along with mine, somewhere in there. But what the hell, I had tasted my own from her golden cup, could it be that much different?

I buried my face in her centre, her hips pushed up to meet me as my tongue found her spot, but I was there for my own pleasure as well as hers. I lapped at her collecting her juice from outside as well as scouring her inside, kissing, licking and sucking her perinium before moving to the tight pucker of her arse, rimming her and pushing my tongue inside before returning to her clitoris.

She came again, less powerfully this time. I flipped her onto her front and pulled her up onto all fours, intending to fuck her again, this time doggy. I could not resist another slurp at her enticing arsehole, which turned into another scouring and probing. I remembered that I had hidden a dispenser of lubricant under a pillow, I reached for it now. She squealed as the cold stuff dripped onto her, then relaxed when she realised what it was and what was about to happen. In the right mood, she enjoys being arse-fucked. The mood had never been righter.

I aligned my straining tip to her hole and eased forward. She groaned as my length dilated her, slowly gaining depth until I had no more to give. Sean, erect cock in hand, watched spellbound as her slim arse swallowed me up, then shuffled round and offered his thick cock to her mouth. She engulfed him in one gulp. I pumped her for a while, this time determined to make it last. My thrusts pushed her forward onto Seans cock, fucking it with her mouth.

That was how we finished, as Liz gulped down his second coming, I spurted mine into the deepest recesses of her arse.

We were a threesome for almost a year, meeting most Saturdays for extended fucking and sucking sessions, becoming more adventurous as time passed. Sean started dating women, we agreed that fucking them was okay provided condoms were used. At the back of my mind was the possibility of ensnaring one of them to square our triangle, but it did not happen. Instead our sessions became fewer, Saturday being the traditional night out.

Then along came Covid and everything went on pause. Sean persuaded his current girlfriend to move in with him, so he is not going without and Liz and I have resumed monogamy.

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