I don't often go into Richard, my husband, home office, particularly when he's working. It's to small for two people. But a few weeks ago, he was called by his mother and rushed out to solve some problem with a burst pipe flooding her bungalow. While he was gone I went in his office looking for dirty cups to put in the dishwasher. Leaning over to reach an empty cup, I knocked the mouse, waking the PC. In his rush he'd forgotten to shut it down which was unusual. I glanced at his monitor and noticed my name. Wondering what it was about I leant closer, eyes scanning a few paragraphs. That was all it took to realise that it was a story about me being fucked by a number of guys, while he watched. I scrolled down through numerous pages, revealing more stories, all similarly pornographic, involving me. I didn't have time to read them, it was possible he could return any moment. I found a memory stick, copied the document, to read at my leisure, before having a quick look at the history to see which sites he'd visited. SH was prominent amongst the sites along with other swinging and porn sites. I copied the history to the stick to study more closely on my laptop. I shut down his PC and left everything as it was, including the dirty cups. My initial intention had been to confront him about what he'd written. However, as I read the stories I'd found them increasingly arousing. Before reading them a second time I laid on the bed masturbating, imagining I was being fucked by several men. The scenario was exciting and I had a mindblowing orgasm when I came. I was upstairs,almost finished reading the stories for the second time when I heard his car pull up on the drive. I shut down my laptop and hid the stick. I was half way down the stairs when he came in and rushed into his office. I followed him, looked around the door, just in time to see him checking his PC. I guessed he couldn't remember if he'd shut it down and the look on his face was presumably relief to find he had, or thought he had Having decided to keep quiet about what I'd discovered until I had a chance to look at the sites he visited I had to wait until he went out the next day to continue. That night as we fucked I almost said something but didn't. Afterwards when he was asleep I lay thinking about our sex lives. Married for seven years, I thought we were quite adventurous. Sex not just confined to the bedroom, varied positions, I'd give him blow jobs, he'd go down on me. I dressed in stockings and sexy lingerie to please him, let him watch me masturbate, using my vibrators and dildos, posing for him take some quite pornographic photos. More recently he'd persuaded me to start wearing miniskirts again, but with stockings rather than tights, when we were out for the evening. Wearing a short skirt it was almost impossible not flash stocking tops and sometimes my knickers if I wasn't careful. I wondered if that was because he wanted me to be noticed and got a thrill from men looking at me and wanting to fuck me. Drifting off to sleep I was thinking about what it would be like to have sex with several guys, finding the idea, shall we say attractive. As soon as he went out next day I turned on his PC to check his history. It had been deleted and a look at the options revealed it was set to automatically clear when he shut the browser. It had only been luck, he'd left the browser open, under his Office document and I'd found anything. I didn't find anything new so went to my laptop to go through the history I'd copied. I already had a good idea what his fantasy involving me was. An hour browsing the sites he visited, reading the stories, watching the videos and looking at the pictures he viewed just confirmed everything. It was whilst looking at the pictures, that I discovered he'd uploaded several recent pictures of me naked, legs spread wide, exposing my smoothly shaved pussy in some holding my pink hole open. In a few, I was pictured penetrating myself with a dildo. Fortunately he'd had the sense to only post pictures which didn't show my face. I should have been angry, but reading the comments and what guys would like to do with me and the knowledge that hundreds, perhaps thousands of guys had seen pictures of me naked and performing sex acts turned me on. By then it was clear in my mind that what he was mainly interested in was dogging. He'd visited this site and others. I guessed he looked at the lists of places where dogging allegedly occurred. I followed his lead, but it soon became obvious that the lists didn't appear to be kept up to date and from comments many locations were no longer active. Over the next couple of weeks I tried to put it to the back of my mind, but couldn't resist the occasional peep at the various sites. One night when Rich was away, curiosity got the better of me and I drove to a site which was mentioned, about 30 miles away. I sat in my locked car for almost 2 hours but disappointingly it remained deserted. I decided what I needed to do to find out more and signed up to free sites using a less than accurate profile. I know, naughty, but needs must. At last I was able to glean more apparently accurate information from forums and messaging. Having got the information I didn't know what to do with it, or even sure I wanted too. However, Rich has to go away with his work at least once a week and often two or three nights. When he next went away, I logged on, found that something was being arranged about an hour away the following night. I was unable to resist the temptation, just to have a look and watch, you understand, to satisfy my curiosity. I didn't dress to play, jeans and t-shirt, it was a pleasant evening so I didn't wear a bra. I drove to where I thought the place was, off a country road in a wooded area. I must have driven back and fore, passing the lane 4 or 5 times without seeing it, before I saw a car in front of me slow and turn off. The gap was almost invisible in the dark at around eleven at night. I turned in and followed. The lane curved then opened out into a parking area. Before I turned off my lights I saw four cars, perhaps a dozen guys and a woman. She was crouching in front of a car, illuminated by its sidelights, giving blow jobs to three or four guys, watched by others, some with their cocks out wanking. I parked, about twenty yards away, as close as I dared, checked my doors were locked. Watching through my windscreen I saw her wanking cocks, sucking them, and though I couldn't be sure, appearing to let them cum in her mouth or on her face. I was getting hot in the car, turned the ignition on to lower my window, forgetting my headlights were set to come on automatically, flashing on and off two or three times while I fiddled to turn them off. Lights off I then lowered the window an inch or two. I'd been quick so didn't think anyone had really noticed, all watching the woman, now being fucked from behind, while giving head to another guy. I was getting aroused watching her, unfastened my jeans, slipped my hand inside my panties and began to stroke my clit. The woman was really going for it. One guy finished fucking her and was immediately replaced by another. With my jeans only unfastened it was proving difficult to play with myself. I raised my bum, pushed my jeans and panties down to my knees and parted my legs. That was much better. I was able to slip my fingers into my pussy and tease my clitoris. I was intent on watching the women fuck, contentedly masturbating when there was a a sudden tap on the window next to me. I think I let out a shriek and tried to cover my pussy. A voice came through the slightly open window. “Sorry darling. Didn't mean to frighten you. You flashed your lights. We thought you wanted to be watched, didn't realise you were alone” Typically, English, I apologised to him wondering what to do or say next. In the light from the full moon and glow of the nearby cars lights he could see my jeans pulled down, my hand on my pussy. When I didn't continue speaking he asked if I wanted to be watched. I didn't know what to do, sat silently, not daring to look towards him. Part of me was screaming “What are you doing. Start the car and leave” Another part was shouting “This is the horniest thing you've ever done. You're so turned on. Stay and let them watch you masturbate” the second argument won, when after what seemed an age, but was probably less than 20 seconds, he said to someone, “Come on nothing happening here” I didn't want them to leave, called him back and said that I did want to be watched. He asked me to turn the interior light on to let them see better. Almost in a trance I moved my hand from my pussy, reached up and flicked it on, noticing as I did a guy looking through the windscreen, another through the passenger side window. Nervously I parted my legs a little. The guy asked me to open them wider to let them see my cunt better. I did as he asked parting them as far as the jeans round my knees allowed. He had more advise, suggesting that I push my seat back, recline it and remove my jeans and panties. It seemed a good idea, I slipped off my pumps and pushed my jeans and panties down and, after a bit of a struggle with the steering wheel in the way, pulled them off. I started to recline the seat back then changed my mind and decided they'd be able to see better and I'd have more room in the passenger seat. With them watching I clambered over the centre console, probably flashing my pussy and bum hole at the guy who'd done all the talking. I settled in the seat, half reclined it. I was only wearing my t-shirt, thought I might as well go the whole way and pulled it off over my head. I adjusted the interior lights, directing them towards the passenger seat. I glanced out the window, the women was still there, sat on the bonnet, legs wrapped around a guy standing fucking her, which strengthened my resolve as I sat back completely naked. I was almost shaking as I opened my legs and exposed my cunt. I twisted over a bit, illuminating my sex better, before reaching down, between my legs. With some hesitancy I started by stroking my clitty. I shivered with excitement, as I felt my clitoris stiffen under my fingertips. Any misgivings I'd had were forgotten and I began to openly masturbate, sliding my fingers, two, three, then four, dipping into my incredibly wet cunt. My other hand drifted to my tits, caressing them, playing with my hard nipples in turn. Through the window next to me I could see the guy had got his cock out and was wanking, the same on the driver side. The guy leaning over looking through the windscreen was probably wanking too, but I couldn't see his cock. Getting more and more aroused, I raised my leg and put my foot on the dashboard, spreading my legs wider. I could hear one of the guys asking me to get out of the car and let them fuck me. I shook my head, but fingered myself deeper and harder. “If you don't want to fuck, how about a blow job?” the same voiced asked. I ignored him. They shut up, watching me, finger, caress and stroke my my tits and cunt for the next few minutes. Getting close to cumming, frigging my clit faster and more firmly I felt the first flitters, my body flushing. I was masturbating with abandon, the thrill of being watched, adding to my pleasure as I rammed most of my hand inside my fuck hole, stretching my cunt. I gave up trying to keep quiet and let go, moaning, gasping, panting, writhing on my fingers crying out I was going to cum. I climaxed, waves of pleasure centred on my cunt, radiating out. I lay back in the seat, eyes closed, legs still spread wide open, fingers lightly stroking my clitoris as I came back to earth. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was spunk, running down the windscreen. The second, a few moments later, was the women who'd been fucking, leaning across my car, tits squashing against the glass as she licked the spunk off my windscreen. The third was the guys standing either side of the car still stroking their erect cocks. I was feeling incredibly horny, really wanted to feel a nice hard cock inside my pussy. Despite the reassurances of the woman, and my strong desire to be fucked I somehow resisted the temptation to get out of the car. I did feel guilty, that I'd been a teaser and compromised by offering to toss them off. They accepted. I knelt on the drivers seat, lowered the window a bit more. I gave them both hand jobs, though I couldn't quite refrain from giving them a suck too. They both ejaculated on my arm when they came and I made a show of licking it it off and swallowing it. It didn't look like much else was going to happen, people were drifting off. I decided it was to much trouble to untangle my panties and put my jeans back on and drove home naked. Believe it or not, even though I drove through two well lit town centres, stopped next to vehicles at traffic lights, people were unbelievably unobservant. I don't think anyone noticed I was naked. The next day I started planning, or maybe plotting is a better description, my next dogging expedition. This time I wanted Rich to be with me without him realising I'd planned it all. My aim , to fulfil my desire to be fucked by several guys. By then it was almost incidental that it would also allow him to fulfil his fantasy of seeing me being fucked by other men. I'll post again if you want to know how things went. Sarah xxx