When we first started going out together, nearly thirty years ago, Sarah and I were still living at home. When we had sex it was either in the car, usually at the local “Lovers Lane”, or if it was warm enough outdoors, in a field or some woods. Occasionally, walking home from the pub, we'd have sex , where Sarah, liked to be fucked from behind, bent over, despite it being next to a busy street with people passing only yards away. I say despite, it was years before I discovered it was because people were passing and she'd secretly hoped she would be seen having sex. Even after we married, we would still go out on a summers evening, park up and shag. One particular place was still a favourite of Sarah's. The Lovers Lane, that couples had used, probably for years and most nights there'd be other cars parked, hidden by trees and bushes. I'd know if that was were she wanted to go because all she'd wear was a dress, nothing underneath. As soon as we arrived and parked amongst the trees, she'd get out, take off her clothes, and stand in front of the car naked, playing with herself while I watched, wanking until she was ready. Sometimes she'd give me a blow job, other times we'd fuck in the car or she'd want to fuck on the bonnet of the car. Fucking in that particular location, made her horny was all she said. There was no doubt she invariably climaxed far more intensely there, than at almost any other time. It was only years later that I discovered the reason. A guy or guys had been watching and that had turned her on. They'd watched her masturbating. The times we fucked on the bonnet, she was always on top, her high heels digging into the bumper and she got a thrill from knowing they could see my cock in her cunt as we fucked. The reason she'd never said anything? She thought, probably correctly, that being young and jealous, I'd have stopped taking her there. She must have been far more aware than me because I never noticed we had voyeurs. All that came to a stop when she fell pregnant and our first son was born. A second son was born 18 months later and we settled down. When the kids were young, at least there was a chance of a shag once they were asleep, downstairs, sometimes out in the garden. As they grew, opportunities got fewer, they'd stay awake longer than we would or there'd be friends for weekend stopovers. There always seemed to be one or the other in the house. We'd manage a quiet shag once or twice a week and would get the occasional weekend away. Family holidays were camping in France so even less chance in a tent. When we did manage time by ourselves we'd often spice things up with fantasies, and role play imagining doing things we'd liked to have done. Finally, earlier this year we were able to reclaim our house when the youngest moved away. It was almost like being newly wed again, maybe the sex gymnastics were a bit less energetic, but the frequency wasn't dissimilar. Sarah bought some more toys, to replace the almost silent ones she'd been using. A large black vibrator modelled on a porn stars cock soon became a favourite. She enjoyed using it and I enjoyed watching her. We both took the early may bank holiday off. The Tuesday I think it was, the weather was warm and in the evening, we went out for a meal and had quite a lot to drink. Walking home we passed a play area. Sarah wanted to stop and see if there was a merry-und, dragging me through the gate to look. There wasn't but before I could stop her she started to undress, insisting that she wanted sex. She stripped naked except for her shoes and hold up stockings. Using a climbing frame for support she bent over, legs apart demanding to be fucked like we had when we first married. There was enough light to see her gaping pussy. That was enough for me. Hoping no one would use the adjacent public foot path, I got my cock out, slid it in to her and fucked her. We laughed about it the next morning, both agreeing we'd enjoyed it and the first sign, though I didn't recognise it, of what she was thinking. I'm fifty now and Sarah is forty eight and in my view she is just as gorgeous as she was when we first met. Light brown hair, now shoulder length and fashionably styled. She's average height, slim with lovely legs a trim little bum, the thick bush she had now gone, her pussy smoothly shaved. The main difference is that, although always large breasted, after two kids her tits increased in size over the years from 32DD (so she tells me), when we married, to an impressive 32GG. At least that's what the label on the bra I checked just now said and who am I to argue. They are round, large and, almost perfectly symmetrical. Tipped by sensitive nipples, which she loves having sucked and are almost an inch long when erect. She's almost always worn a bra which has kept her tits firm, with little sign of them sagging. I think they are perfect. If you are like me and love big tits, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off them, be able to resist, sliding your cock between them for a tit fuck or playing with them while fucking her from behind. It must have been May, early June time, one of the first spells of warm weather this year. A Saturday afternoon in bed, lots of foreplay then a long shag. Sarah mentioned how much she'd enjoyed being fucked in the play park a few weeks earlier Then we got talking about old times, reminiscing about when we used to fuck in the car, and how turned on she'd been, being watched without me knowing. “The good old days” I laughed. “They were, weren't they” she replied, sounding wistful. She was quiet for a minute, then turned to me asked if I fancied going out that night and fucking somewhere out in the countryside. She laughed when I suggested the lane we used to use. “We can if you want but I think its in the middle of a housing estate now” It was about 25 miles away and years since I'd been there. “Where then. Any suggestions?” I asked. She was quiet again. Longer this time, getting out of bed to fetch the laptop. While it was booting up, she mentioned about how exciting she'd found being watched. She asked if I remembered what I'd said when she told me years later. Don't women ever forget anything you've said? I did remember as it happens, but asked her to remind me just in case there was something else I'd forgotten. “You said it was a shame he hadn't joined in so you could have watched him fucking me. Did you mean it?” she asked, looking at me expectantly. Talk about being put on the spot. It was pretty obvious she wouldn't be asking, if it wasn't something she wanted and it was something I'd told her I'd like to see. My off the cuff remark about seeing her having sex with another guy, had not been forgotten. I probably hesitated no more than a few seconds before replying, telling her I had meant it, though I had no idea of the how, where and when of arranging for it to happen. “Easy. You must have heard of Dogging. It's more or less what we were doing. We just didn't know it then. Look at this website” She clicked on SH, cuddling up, playing with my cock while I scrolled through the lists of local sites, where dogging was supposed to take place. I asked what she wanted to do. She told me she wasn't sure but probably wanted us to be watched first and “Then if things feel OK I want to be fucked, perhaps by one or two guys, while you watch” My cock twitching in her hand gave her the answer she wanted, even before I spoke. I asked how we'd know if any of the dogging sites listed were stilled used. “My female intuition says that one” she said, confidently pointing at a place, a car park in woodland, about 15 miles away. As good a place as any, I said, noting some of the other locations in case she was wrong. By then my cock was rock hard, I attempted to grab her and roll on top, but she wriggled away, wagging her finger telling me to save my spunk for later. We decided to go go out about 10 pm. Sarah showered while I sat on the loo seat watching her shaving her legs, under her arms, before carefully shaving her pussy, ensuring her sex was silky smooth. I showered, Sarah had just finished drying her hair, sat on the bed naked when I returned to the bedroom. She was holding a finger vibrator against her clit, fingering her pussy. I sat watching her masturbate, something I always enjoy. She brought herself to orgasm, smiling contentedly, her legs parted, her pussy wet, the lips glistening with her juices. I love the taste of her pussy after she's just cum and went down on her, licking and sucking the sweet cunt honey from her hole. I kissed her afterwards. She thanked me for agreeing to take her dogging, playfully reminding me that with a bit of luck, by the end of the night, mine wouldn't be the the only cock that she'd had in her pussy. She stood to get ready, her heavy tits swaying, her nipples poking out hard, still aroused from wanking and in anticipation of the night ahead. She, wiped her pussy with some tissues then picked up a bag off the bed and removed the contents. A new set of very sexy and revealing black and gold lingerie. She fastened the suspender belt around her waist and rolled black stockings onto her legs, smoothing and straightening them before fastening the clips. She picked up the string, holding it in place between her legs, while she adjusted it, tying each side with a bow. She picked up the matching, underwired shelf type bra, stretched the fastening together at the front then twisted it around, putting her arms through the straps lifting the cups under breasts. The cups covered only the lower part of her tits, giving some support, leaving them mostly uncovered, her nipples exposed. “Like them?” she asked giving a twirl. I told her she looked absolutely gorgeous, teased her saying it was a bit of luck she just happened to have such sexy undies to wear. She gave me a cheeky grin when I suggested that, if I was a suspicious sort of guy, I could easily think she'd been planning and plotting all this. Giggling, she confessed that she had been looking at SH for a few weeks, reading the stories, devising her plan. “You're not angry are you?” she pouted looking at my cock straining to escape my jeans. “Nope. Lets see what else you're going to wear, if anything” I replied. I'm not that brave. YET! But I think you'll like what I've bought” She turned to the wardrobe, her lovely bum framed by her suspenders, buttocks divided the thin string disappearing between her cheeks. She took out two dresses “I thought you could decide which I should wear” She put on the first. About mid thigh length, short sleeved, wrapover with a plunging front which came to a V below her bust, her bra visible, her ample tits half covered, swelling in the V. She modelled it, then took it off. She turned her back, unfastened her bra and threw it on the bed. She took the second dress off its hanger, stepped into it, pulling it up, slipping the halter over her head and around her neck. It was backless shorter than the first, just covering her stocking tops and looked great from the back. I waited while she fiddled with the front, then she turned to face me. Fucking hell. It had to be this one. The front was slashed to her navel, two strips of lycra type material, which might have been adequate if she were 32B, struggling to contain her 32GG tits. She has large areola, about 3 inches in diameter, which any attempt to keep covered in this dress was always doomed to fail. “You like this one. I can tell from the look on your face” she said. “Give us a twirl. I haven't decided yet” I lied. She began to turn, her right breast slipped out. She covered it, turned the other way, in a full circle, her left breast came uncovered. She tucked it back in. I need to see you in shoes before I decide. I told her. She rolled her eyes, bending to put her feet in a pair of shoes with about a 5 inch killer heel, also new. She put one on then the other. Straightened, both her tits, hanging out the front of the dress. One look at my face was enough for her, she didn't need to ask. “This one it is. Are you ready to go Dogging?” She asked, popping her tits back in her dress, at least temporarily. The car was at the side of the house. It was now dark. We went out the back door, in case any nosey neighbours were about. Sarah got in the passenger seat, her dress riding up flashing her stocking tops, her tits more or less covered. It was only about a 25 minute drive, we turned off the main road onto a minor road for a couple of miles, turning into the car park entrance. Along the track for about a hundred yards, then it opened out into a car park divided into bays by low hedges. It was deserted. The look of disappointment on Sarah's face said it all. Finally she spoke, “There were lots of cars and people here last week” As she said it she realised she'd dropped herself in it. Actually she hadn't, once she explained that, “Just out of curiosity” she'd detoured there on her way back from visiting a friend. There'd been several cars, a dozen or so guys and even though she'd only stayed about 20 minutes she'd seen one woman suck off a guy then two more had fucked her. I had no reason to think she'd done any more than that, recalling her returning home, very randy. I'm certain I'd have noticed if her cunt had been full of spunk. She'd been so hyped up, obviously put a lot of planning into the evening, had the courage to tell me she wanted to be fucked by other guys and now it seemed it was total anti-climax. I looked at the time, asked what time it was when she'd been. It had been an hour later she thought, which seemed about right, from the time she'd returned home. I suggested we could try one of the other places, or go for a drink and come back later. “Go for a drink, dressed like this? she asked. “I dare you” I challenged. She looked at me, seemed more cheerful. I started the car, turned on the lights, waiting. “Find us a pub” she said. I'd notice one about 3 miles away, drove to it and parked outside. It looked a bit run down, but the car park was quite full, cars and several motorbikes parked along the front. “Are you sure you want to?” I checked, giving her a chance to back down. “It was your dare and I accepted. Are you getting cold feet now?” she grinned, opening the door, swinging her legs out and walking towards the pub. The short dress, combined with the 5 inch heels, made her legs look long and shapely. We opened the door, into a outer foyer, the toilets off to one side. Sarah disappeared into the ladies, I went into the Public bar, found a space at the bar next to a couple of guys sat on bar stools and ordered drinks. The bar was mostly men, just two or thee women. I couldn't keep my eyes off the door waiting for her to appear, slightly apprehensive about the reaction she'd get but also excited by the prospect of her being in a public room, full of strangers with her tits practically hanging out of her dress. I was beginning to think she'd changed her mind when she hadn't appeared after 5 minutes, then I saw her through the glass door. She opened it, confidently walking into the crowded pub, proudly displaying her barely covered tits. By the looks of her, she'd spent some of the time in the loo getting her nipples hard. They were both poking out, lifting the thin material, her areola almost uncovered the underside and swell of her tits fully visible. Her entrance hadn't gone unnoticed, guys turning, giving her appreciative looks, drawing attention of others to her. She turned side on to squeeze between to guys, her large tits, practically squashed against one, pulling the material covering one of her tits to the side, completely exposing it. She grinned at the bloke, said something to him before continuing towards me, her exposed breast swaying as she walked, the other one attempting to escape too. She reached me, covering her tit, clearly enjoying herself. I passed her, her drink. She took it, gave me a wink and dropped her string on the bar. The barmen saw it, so did several customers nearby. The flimsy string, had landed gusset upwards, wet and shiny with her juices where it had been pulled into her cunt. Obviously it wasn't only her nipples that had been receiving attention in the loo. The barmen reached over, picked it up, looked at her, as he held it to his nose, sniffing it. “Sorry hygiene regulations. No knickers on the bar” he joked, putting them in his pocket. She, leant forward, her tits resting on the bar and told him she'd want it back when she left. I glanced down, the back of her dress had ridden up. Anyone behind could see not just her stocking tops but her naked bum and from the way she was standing, legs apart, probably her pussy too. Certainly the guys on the bar stools could, leaning over, for a look until she straightened. One of them offered her his stool. It wasn't difficult to work out why. Sarah accepted, resting her bum on the edge, a foot on one of the crossbars she lifted herself up, flashing her pussy before she crossed her legs. I think she deliberately hitched her skirt up a bit as she sat, an expanse of shapely leg, her stocking tops and a suspender clip visible. She picked up her drink, took a sip, giving me a dirty grin, swivelling around almost facing the room, back against the bar. The movement was more than enough for her tits to come uncovered again, both of them, exposed, rising and falling gently as she breathed in and out. I could tell she was excited, her neck and tits flushed pink, her nipples still sticking out long and hard . One or two were staring, most glancing or watching her surreptitiously, including the barman who had come out, supposedly to collect glasses. The fact the barman had said nothing to stop her, gave her confidence that no one was going to complain. It was quite amusing as well as a huge turn on, watching as she uncrossed her legs, flashing her pussy again. Dozens of eyes following her every move, few trying to hide the fact they were watching her. She sat knees together, turned to whisper to me, asking if she'd won the dare yet. I said she had. The dirty grin again, “Do you dare me to open my legs and sit here with them parted?” I decided she was probably going to do it whatever I said. “Go on then. I dare you to for a whole minute” She leant back, pushing her tits out, elbows on the bar, looked at me to see if I was going to stop her. I wasn't. She opened her legs, knees about six inches apart, enough for those directly in front to see her pussy. Some one called from the back asking her to open her legs wider. She hardly hesitated, a little smile on her face as she moved her legs further apart. Whistles and calls, greeted her wanton display. Someone shouted, suggesting she should pull her dress up so they could see her cunt properly. The barman was behind the bar serving, she glanced over at him, he seemed to nod his approval. She reached down and pulled the dress up to her waist, then stretched the material still partly covering her tits aside. She held her tits, squeezing them together. stroked her hard nipples, sliding her bum to the edge of the stool at the same time, parting her legs as she did so. Well over a minute had passed. I doubt she could have spread her legs any wider, completely exposing her cunt and tits to every one. I had a raging hard on and I don't imagine I was alone. Her pussy lips had parted, her cunt was gaping open, her juices shining in the light. I'd seldom seen her so turned on or aroused. She must have felt her pussy juices leaking from her hole and put a hand between her legs and touched her cunt. She ran a couple of finger from back to front, touched her clitoris, and gasped. I looked at her face, she had her eyes almost shut as she began stroking her clit. I watched like everyone else as I realised she was starting to masturbate and intended to do it in front of everyone. This was getting out of hand, should I stop her? Would I get out alive if I did. She had everyone’s attention, rubbing her clitoris faster, slipping her fingers in to her cunt, openly masturbating in front of about 25 or 30 people. My dilemma was solved when the outer door banged open, the barman hissed urgently at her to stop and cover herself up. The spell was broken, she sat up, turned her back to the door, pulled the dress down to cover her pussy, popped her tits back in and was looking as respectable as it was possible too in the dress when two couples came in. She took my arm getting off the stool and said it was time to leave. We squeezed to the door, Sarah getting plenty of requests to return any time. We'd got as far as the car, before the barman hurried out the door, to return her string. She gave him a peck on the cheek, he enquired where we were off to next. Sarah answered, telling him where we were headed. “Dogging then” he immediately replied. Looking at his watch, he told us that it was a bit early but people should be turning up soon. “I haven't been there for a while. I might see you in a couple of hours if you're still there” he called over his shoulder, getting back to his bar. She admitted that she'd never felt so sexually aroused and had intended to masturbate in front of them until she'd climaxed, had she not been so rudely interrupted. Sarah carried on playing with her pussy as I drove, cumming as we pulled into the car park. There was a look of total unbridled lust in her eyes as we drove past several cars and a group of guys, near one of them. It was a near certainty that I wasn't going to be the only guy to fuck her before we departed. I think that's set the scene. 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