Hello, I'm Angie. A Yorkshire lass, no spring chicken (48, if you must know), married 31 years to Alf. He's a decent old stick, but a goof bit older than me, and to be honest I thought the bedroom side of our life was over. Since I'm no Barbie doll - plump and plain bottle blonde - I thought I'd be going without for the rest of my life. The we discovered this dogging lark. I won't bore you with the details, let's just say we drove out to a car park not far away from where we live a few times and watched some of the goings-on, and it fair made us randy, both of us. I didn't think anybody would be interested in watching an old couple like us in action, but when Alf gave me a kiss and a cuddle and a bit of a grope up the old skirt, bless me if a couple of fellas didn't appear at the window to have a right good look to themselves. A few months ago I plucked up the courage to let Alf wind the window down for the first time while we were being watched, and the man outside, who'd been playing with himself, put his willy in and I wanked it for him. It were right strange feeling another man's cock in my hand after only ever having my husband's for all those years. The next week we went back and this time, with Alf's encouragement, I gave a fella a bit of a lick and a suck before finishing him off with my hand. Another man who was waiting his turn wanted the same, but he must have been ready to explode because I'd barely got my lips round his old man before he came in my mouth. I got such a shock, I can tell you! Two weeks ago I went the whole hog for the first time. We were the only couple in the car park, and there were four other cars, all with single fellas. We left the back door open and my legs and arse were hanging out as I leant over to give Alf's cock a suck. It weren't long before I felt a man's hands pushing up my skirt - the knickers and tights were safely in my handbag - and his fingers working away at my fanny, which was already damp, I can tell you. Then I felt a todger poking its way in, and for the first time in my life I got a right good ride from another fella. Alf could see the whole thing and he came fairly quickly, but he just sat back and watched as the other man finished poking me, and another one took his place. I turned over onto my back and saw a very pleasant-looking young Paki man with his trousers and pants down, putting his thing into my fanny, which was still dripping with the first fella's spunk. It weren't long before the Paki boy came too, and I saw as he zipped himself up that there were another two fellas raring to go. The first of them pulled me up to a sitting position and pushed my jumper and bra up so he could have a bit of a play with my tits - he needed both hands for that, I can tell you! - then he pulled my head down and shoved his nice big cock down my throat. Well, I must have been doing something right with Alf all those years, because this fella loved it so much he just stayed in my mouth and shot his spunk into my throat. I fell back, kind of tired by now, but there was still one more to go. He didn't waste any time, just spread my legs, climbed on top of me and gave me a right good tupping. It went on for a long time, until eventually I heard him groaning and grunting as he splashed his load in my fanny. I were exhausted when we got home ... not to mention sticky with all the spunk dribbling out of my fanny. But I still ad one last duty to perform, as Alf was hot to trot again by the time we got home. (I can't remember the last time he gave me a seeing-to twice in the one night!) As I lay there in my own bed, with my old man pumping away between my legs, I thought to myself: life is grand!