‘I hope you don’t think my interfering, and you might think it odd coming from me, but to be honest with you I don’t think it’s wise to take things too far without some caution’. My wife asked what she meant, after all this was a woman who had been taken by man after man in a public car park! ‘Well, although you might think I was taking a risk myself, I was always really quite safe, Mr Benson has body guards and Jack was there too. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to, you were taking a far bigger risk than I was and even now you aren’t aware of everything that happened that night’. Obviously my wife was intrigued and asked again what she meant. ‘Ok, watch this’. She stood and went over to the TV, picking out a DVD from a shelf nearby she slipped it out of its case and into the side of the TV. The screen came to life with a very professional opening screen, it was a porn movie entitled ‘Dogging Wives’. My wife quickly realised that she was watching the events of the night we went to the dogging spot. She was impressed by the quality and felt stirrings that echoed those she had felt that night, she glanced at Angie in the room and back at the Angie of that night, admittedly she felt aroused but also embarrassed. But that was nothing to the feelings that surged through her when she saw the woman in the crowd having her dress pulled up, her tights and knickers exposed, a cock sliding out between her legs and hands sliding under her dress, her breasts being fondled. The quality was astounding and she was clearly identifiable as the camera zoomed in, her tongue licking wet red lips, her eyes shut in apparent ecstasy! ‘It’s been distributed, I think you look wonderful’ said Angie. Suddenly the door opened and a man in a pin striped suit entered the room. ‘Hi Angie’ he said, seeing my wife he smiled and offered his hand, ‘hello you’. She jumped up and took his hand, it was a brief touch but she told me it was like an electric shock. ‘Hi’ she stammered. ‘I’ve been listening’ he said, ‘So you want to widen your sexual horizons do you? Well, I do believe I can help you’. My wife was shocked, stunned. Knowing this man had heard what she had said to Angie, knowing this was the man who had fucked this woman, a wife, in front of not only her husband, Jack, but in front of a crowd of men and even her own husband, knowing he had seen her in her shaping knickers being fondled by strangers in a car park and alongside her own husband, knowing he knew her desire to be humiliated, was in itself a humiliation and exposure beyond anything she had experienced before. She wanted something more and she wanted it there and then. It was as if the voice were not her own. ‘Can you help me?’ she asked timidly. ‘Perhaps’ he said, smiling, ‘will you do anything I tell you to do?’. She felt strangely subservient to this man, this business man, and seemed powerless and out of control, unable to refuse him. ‘Yes’ she answered, ‘Anything’. He sat down on the sofa. ‘Ok, take off your clothes’. Incredibly, she told me later, she could not refuse him. She slipped off her jacket, and let it fall to the floor, unbuttoned her blouse without hesitation and it dropped to join the jacket. Her skirt followed and she stood in front of him and Angie in her bra and panties, she looked down at herself, standing in her underwear in front of two total strangers. Her bra and panties didn’t match but she didn’t care. Her nipples were erect and clearly visible through the red satin of her bra and she realised that her panties, being white, would likely be partially transparent as she felt wetness between her legs. She slipped down and stepped out of them, then unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts, nipples even stiffer, she longed to pull them and feel the dampness between her legs. It was as if he had read her mind. ‘Feel your pussy, let me see your fingers wet’. Without hesitation she slid her hand down her belly and into her wetness and slid her fingers deep inside, virtually fucking her own pussy. ‘Now let me see the wetness’, he was looking at her pussy and followed her hand as her fingers slipped out, making a slurping sound which aroused her and humiliated her. ‘Taste’ he said. She slid her fingers between her lips just as she had done between her pussy lips and tasted the tang of her own juices for the first time in her life. Without being told, she slipped her other hand down and with her fingers in both her mouth and pussy moved them as if both were cocks. He stood abruptly and she paused wondering what would happen next. ‘You’ve passed’ he said. ‘Be at the car park, tomorrow, nine o’clock, you and your husband’. He left the room. My wife felt suddenly exposed and dressed quickly, without a word to or from Angie she left the store. With her mind in a turmoil, knowing only that she had never felt so turned on before, she came home and waited anxiously for my return from work. To be continued, if demand is sufficient!