I started writing this a few weeks ago, intending to post a quick story. However I keep remembering or being reminded of things that happened or little details. I have kept adding more when I've had time. Consequently the story has got quite long, so be warned if that's not your thing. I think before I start I'll tell you a bit about myself. My name is Sally and I'm 36 years old and a natural red-head. 5 feet 7 inches tall and despite not being overly careful what I eat I'm a slim size 10. I think I have a nice figure, my 32c tits round, firm and tipped by small, sensitive pink nipples which I love having sucked and nibbled. Apparently I have an awesome arse and lovely legs, particularly when I show them off, wearing “killer” heels. I've been friends with Greg for about 2 years and though I fancied him, somehow it had been purely platonic. My husband knew I was friendly with him but was unaware how often I met him, lunches, drinks at least once or twice a week. I knew that Greg wasn't in a relationship but got the impression he wasn't going short of women, though who was a mystery as he quickly changed the subject. Greg wasn't the cause of my separation though he easily could have been. Me and my husband had just grown apart, hardly ever had sex, but that was a symptom rather than cause. I said enough to hint to Greg that my husband wasn't shagging me. He responded in a jokey flirty way. However, once, a month before I walked out, we came close, kissing, his hand up my skirt, but when he tried to get his hand in my knickers, I bottled it. He probably thought I was a cock teaser. I later regretted not letting him touch me because then he'd have probably fucked me, and I wouldn't have ended up masturbating with a vibrator, imagining he was fucking me when I got home. Relations with my husband had been getting worse for a while. I can be a bit ditzy, do or say silly things, but I reached my limit of tolerating being told I was stupid or a moron, criticized often for the most minor thing. It all came to a head with my husband early summer last year. Another argument, two days of silence followed by another argument culminating in me packing a bag and storming out on a Friday night. The enormity of what I'd done hit me when I couldn't contact my best friend or several others, another was in Paris, some had visitors and couldn't put me up, my parents lived to far away. That left trying to book into a hotel or contacting Greg. I called him, he answered after about a dozen rings, almost whispering. I explained what had happened, asked if I could use his sofa for a night or two. He agreed, said he was about half an hour away, returning home, and would meet me at his flat in a docks development. I parked and was waiting outside the entrance with my bag when he arrived about 40 minutes later. I noticed dirt on his trainers, marks on his jeans when he switched on the lounge light. I thought nothing of it. He said that he used his second bedroom as a dining room, picked up my bag, put it on his bed and told me I could have his bedroom and he'd sleep on the sofa bed in the lounge. I argued that wasn't fair but he insisted, said he was going to take a shower, inviting me to use the separate en suite if I wanted too, while he used the main bathroom. I could hear the shower running the other side of the wall as I undressed, before turning on my shower and stepping under the hot water. Soaping my naked body I thought about Greg, also naked, only inches away. My nipples were hard as I washed my tits. I bent washing my legs, up to the tops of my thighs, until I was touching my pussy. Straightening, I ran my fingers through my pubes imagining it was Greg touching me. I parted my legs and began to rub the edge of the soap back and fore along my gash, stroking my clit at the same time. I dropped the soap, slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy and began to masturbate. I really didn't want to spend the night in bed alone I thought bringing myself off with my fingers. I dried, wrapped myself in the towel, opened my bag to unpack. In my rush to leave I hadn't really thought what I was taking, throwing things in a bag while we argued. I took the things out, a couple of tops, jumper, pair of jeans, denim mini skirt, a short kimono wrap, make up and toiletries bag and a pair of “killer” heeled shoes, which I'd grabbed because they are my favourites. No PJ's, no knickers or bra. Rushing I'd selected some then forgotten to pack them. I could see there was something in a side compartment, unzipped it, no knickers just a couple of packs of hold-up stockings, a vibrator and small bottle of lube which I'd forgotten about and had been there since a holiday two or three years previously. I took the knickers I'd worn into the bathroom, washed them in the sink and put them on the towel rail to dry. I'd put everything on the bed when Greg knocked on the door, asking if I was decent and could he come in to get his dressing gown. Standing, I was decent wrapped in the towel, covered from my boobs to mid thighs. I said to come in. He opened the door, walked in, a small towel around his waist. His bare torso was almost hairless, his muscular legs covered in fine fair hair he looked seriously sexy. He turned to reach the gown hanging behind the door. For only a fraction of a second I saw something move between his legs. It happened so fast I couldn't be sure but it looked like the tip of his cock. It didn't happen again when he turned back and I decided it must have been a shadow as his cock would have needed to be eight or nine inches long to be dangling anywhere near the bottom of the towel. He held the dressing gown, but was looking at my stuff on the bed. “You've come well prepared then” he said. The twinkle in his eye was enough for me to realise, without turning to look, that he was referring to the vibrator on top of my clothes. I pointlessly moved to hide his view, mumbled something about finding it in the bag. He grinned, asked if I wanted some coffee or a glass of wine. I chose white wine and said I'd join him in a minute or two. I couldn't help thinking about what I thought I'd seen, playing it back. An image naughtily formed in my mind as I became convinced it had been his cock. Whether it had been accidental or deliberate I couldn't guess. I removed the towel, dried under my tits, pat dried between my legs before slipping on my wrap. I fastened the belt, the satiny material moulded to my tits, hard nipples poking through. I looked in the mirror, it was almost indecently short, just about covering my bum at the back, two, maybe three inches below my pussy at the front. I decided to be a bit daring and opened a narrow gap above the belt, partly exposing my breasts. Opening the bedroom door I thought how easy it would be to unfasten the belt, let the wrap fall open and expose my naked body, if I dared. He came out of the kitchen carrying two large glasses of wine. There were two armchairs, one with a quilt and pillows piled on it, the other with folded clothes, and the two seater sofa bed with a large coffee table in between. The outside wall was taken up with large picture windows, doors opening onto what I think is called a Juliet balcony. I stood looking out. He walked over handed me my drink and opened the doors. The balcony was just about wide enough to stand on, a small table to one side. Placing his hand on the small of my back we stepped out onto the balcony. Three storeys below, lights from the waterside bars and cafes twinkled on the water in the docks. Late in the evening, there were lights on in few of the flats opposite. Only the flats on the same floor as his had the picture windows. One further along I could see into had people watching TV, the ones immediately opposite in darkness. We sipped our wine. He put his down on the table, moving behind me, body close to mine, his hand on my waist as he pointed out lit landmark buildings. I could feel his breath on my neck, the warmth of his body pressing against mine as he held me closer. I felt myself tremble, enlivened by his closeness and couldn't stop myself from pressing back against him. He lowered the hand he'd being using to point, placed it on my waist, slid both hands around me, held me. I could feel his cock against me, wiggled my bum. It felt large and growing harder. He moved away momentarily, I felt his hand brush my bum then he moved back pressing against me. His cock was standing up. I rubbed against it as he kissed my neck, just below my ear, an erogenous zone which always turns me on. He was hard, felt huge. I slipped my free hand between us, traced my fingers along the side of his shaft. He moved one of his hands from my waist, took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on his cock inside his gown. Spontaneously I wrapped my fingers around it and started to wank him. I shut my eyes, relishing the feel of his hard cock in my hand, enjoying the close contact, being held closely after being neglected for so long. I felt his hands move, fingers tugging the belt holding my wrap closed undone. Kissing my neck, he pulled the wrap open, exposing my tits and pussy. I shivered, whether from the cool breeze on my naked body or arousal I wasn't sure. My hand shook, splashing ice cold wine on my tits, some of it ran down the swell of my breasts, dripping off my nipples, most of it trickled down my body towards my pussy. I opened my eyes at the sudden icy shock, saw that anyone opposite would see me if they looked out of their windows. Without much conviction I said we should stop, we might me seen. “So what” he replied as he took the glass off me and put it on the table. I closed my eyes, felt his hand sliding down over my wine slicked belly, touching the soft red pubic hair between my legs, gliding over my clitoris as he slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. Part of me was screaming out to tell him to stop. My pussy didn't agree, my juices flowing at the situation I was in, the risk of being seen exciting me. He continued fingering we, at the same time pulling the wrap off my shoulders, down my arms. I released his cock, and let my wrap slip to the floor. Standing completely naked on the little balcony, I nervously opened my eyes, searching the windows opposite. I couldn't see anyone and resumed wanking his cock behind my back, moving my feet further apart when he told me too. He undid his robe, pulled it open and I felt his cock and chest touching my bare skin. One hand playing with my tits, the other between my legs he whispered that he wanted to fuck me. I said that I wanted him too, made to move off the balcony. He held me, “I'm going to fuck you here” he said turning me around to face him. He kissed me, then placed his hands on my shoulders and told be to suck his cock. He pushed me down, until I was crouching in front of him. He was in the lounge. I was in the doorway, reducing the number of windows overlooking us who might see. Still, the fact that we might be seen, strangely aroused me. I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls, then up the underside of his impressive cock and around his glans before parting my lips and taking him in my mouth. Holding the base of his shaft I lowered my head and sucked as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. I've sucked my husbands and one or two other cocks in my time, but certainly wasn't an expert. I did my best, using my tongue, lightly dragging my teeth along his shaft. Bobbing my head up and down I sucked him for several minutes until he pulled me to my feet. He turned me around, told me to bend over and spread my legs. I bent over, hands holding the railings, looking down at the people below, outside the bars, and cafes, strolling passed, unaware of what we were doing. Greg held his cock, slid it between my legs. I raised myself on tip-toe to assist as I felt it touch my slippery slit. He stooped slightly, held his cock aimed it at my cunt and pushed it into me. He pulled out until just the knob was inside me, then as he slid it back in I came down off tip-toe. It felt wonderful, his thick cock opening me, stretching my cunt, penetrating far more deeply and pleasurably than my husbands pathetic 5 inch prick which seemed miniscule in comparison. He held still, hands on my bum, teasingly twitching his cock inside me. “We're being watched” he said, sounding unperturbed. I looked, couldn't see anyone, my emotions split between panic and excitement “Where?” I asked. He told me to look at the flat almost opposite. It appeared to be in darkness but when he told me I could just make out two people silhouetted by the light shinning through the door to another room. I asked if we should stop. His response was to continue fucking me, saying they'd watched him several times. Don't ask me why but the thrill of being voyeured, revealing my own unsuspected exhibitionist inclinations, aroused me. Greg fucked me in full view of the couple for a good ten minutes. I climaxed twice, unheard of for me, before he ejaculated, flooding my cunt with his cum. The only explanation I have for what I did next is that I was overwhelmed by the eroticism of being watched. I'd never been one for sucking a cock just after I'd been fucked but as soon as Greg pulled out I turned around, knelt and began to lick his softening cock. I could taste my sex juices mixed with his cum. I took his prick in my mouth and sucked, tasted the last drops of spunk as they dribbled from the eye. I savoured the taste, pleasantly slightly salty, much nicer than the bitter taste, probably from too many curries, of my husbands semen, on the rare occasions he'd cum in my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock clean, before licking and kissing my way up his body until I was standing. He was looking over my shoulder. I turned my head to see what he was looking at. The lights were on in the flat opposite, the couple standing back from the window, both naked, the woman stroking the guys cock. Unable to hide my excitement I asked if they were going to fuck while we watched. “No. They'll close the blinds now we've finished” he predicted. That's what happened a minute later. I didn't ask, at least not then, how many women Greg had fucked on that balcony, to have such intimate knowledge of his neighbours habits. He led me inside, through his bedroom into the en suite. We showered together before he took me to his bed. We slept, we fucked, slept some more, fucked again in the morning. We lay in bed talking about what I should do. I checked my phone, missed calls and texts from my husband. I left it on silent and ignored them. Greg said I could stay as long as I wished. An offer I gratefully accepted. Particularly as his big, thick cock was inside me at the time. We talked about the previous night. I confessed how exciting I'd found it being watched having sex. When pressed I admitted that I'd be willing to do it again and allowed him to persuade me to do something similar that night. I asked what he had in mind, “Something I'm sure you'll love” was all he'd tell me. Eventually we couldn't put it off any longer and got out of bed in mid afternoon. For one thing I needed buy a few things, underwear for starters. When I came to get dressed I discovered that the knickers I'd washed the previous night had fallen from the radiator and were cold and damp on the floor. For the first time ever, at Greg's insistence I went out knickerless, wearing the denim mini skirt and one of the tops, without a bra. It felt quite liberating, outdoors, strolling from the docks to the city centre without my underwear, but no one paid any particular attention to me. I bought some packs of knickers and a bra . While I selected jeans and a couple of tops he said he was going to another shop to get something for later and said he'd meet me in about 30 minutes for coffee. I was late, he was sitting outside, a small plain bag on the table. “Just something for you when we go out later” he told me, tapping his nose with a finger when I asked where. I sat at the small round table, back to the cafe, facing the street. Conscious that I wasn't wearing knickers and quite a short skirt I crossed my legs carefully, but still exposing a lot of thigh. Greg rested his hand on my bare leg. We chatted, people watched. All the while he stroked my leg, then pushed his hand between my thighs, mid way between my knees and pussy which made me feel tingly. He leant closer. Quietly talking about the previous night, reminding me how turned on I'd been, being watched he told me to uncross my legs. He slipped his fingers between them, moved his hand forcing my legs slightly apart. He moved his hand upwards, until it touched the hem of my skirt and rucked it up higher. I looked up and down the street nervously, early evening it was getting quieter, a man and woman approaching, a guy about 40 yards behind them “What are you doing?” I hissed. He had a twinkle in his eye, one I've grown to know well. “As soon as the couple pass open your legs. Flash your cunt at the guy behind” he told me. He was serious. They passed, he gave me a smile and a nod, moving his hand towards my knee, encouraging me to open my legs. Hesitantly I opened them a little. I couldn't bring myself to look at the guy, turning my head towards Greg. “He's noticed. Open them wider” Greg whispered. I did as he wanted, knees about nine inches apart. From the corner of my eye I could see the guy walking more slowly then stop. He glanced behind him. I had a quick look too. No one in sight. He crouched about 5 yards away, started to pretend he was tying his laces, but looking up my skirt. I felt a similar thrill to the previous night, opened my legs wider, until the skirt was stretched tight across the top of my thighs, exposing my cunt to him. “Touch yourself” Greg urged. I dropped my hand between my legs, ran a finger along my gash, surprised to feel how wet my cunt was. I imagine it was all over in ten or fifteen seconds, but it seemed considerably longer. I closed my legs, as the guy stood and slowly strolled by. I couldn't speak for several more seconds but when I found my voice I told Greg I wanted him to take me back to his flat and fuck me. In my rush I forgot to pull my skirt back down properly and suspect several guys climbing a steep flight of steps from the docks had a good view of my pussy as I descended. Rather than being horrified by what he'd got me to to do, the fact that he was such a “bad boy” excited me, made me realise what an unimaginative, tedious, unpleasant twat my husband was. At the flat I ripped my clothes off, threw myself on the bed, spread my legs, expecting him to fuck me. To my disappointment he said we were going out, I needed to get ready and I'd have to wait until later. I followed him into the main bathroom, complaining about him making me wait. “Just a quickie” I suggested, trying to grope his cock. He wriggled away and picked up the jeans he'd been wearing the previous night, which I could now see had grass stains on them. “No. You'll have to be a patient little slut. You can have all the cock you want later” he told me. Puzzled I asked what he meant. He held up his jeans, asked if I could guess how they got grass stained. I made a couple of silly guesses then said I didn't know. “Dogging” he told me. I'd heard of it and had a good idea that it involved being watched or inviting guys to participate. It took a few moments to click, before I realised what he was telling me. “That's where you're taking me tonight?” I asked, failing to conceal my excitement at the thought of watching people having sex or even more exhilarating the prospect of people watching me being fucked . “Unless you'd rather stay in and watch TV or go home to your husband” he teased with a shrug and that twinkle in his eye. I snorted derisively at both suggestions. However I'd never done anything like it before and had some reservations. He told me some of the things that happened said it was entirely up to me how far I was comfortable going. First he needed to contact some people, and help get me ready. “Go and shower, then I'll shave your pussy” he told me. He sat on the loo, making calls and texting while I showered, then sent me through to the bedroom. He followed a few minutes later, carrying a bowl, foam and razor. I'd expected and was prepared for him to shave me completely. Instead, stretching my pussy lips, he shaved either side of my hole, then protecting my clitoris with his fingers, shaved my mons leaving only a narrow strip of fiery red pubes. I thought the effect was striking, pointing at my cunt like a red arrow. He left me to dry my hair and apply my make up while he showered. He came into the bedroom and dressed while I finished my make up, then went into the lounge and returned with with the bag containing what he'd bought. He took out a white String. I slipped it on, the miniscule triangle barely hid my freshly shaved pussy, the remaining red strip clearly visible through the sheer material. I adjusted the string getting it straight. It slipped between my pussy lips and bum cheeks. He handed me the second item a box. According to the picture and description it was a one size fits all mini dress. I took it out, held it up. White like the string it hardly looked large enough to be a top, no wonder it fitted in such a small box. I pulled it over my head, slipped my arms through the spaghetti straps, stretched dress over my tits and hips to mid thigh. It hugged my body in a flattering way. The front panel was opaque, my hard nipples poking through, whilst not modest, everything was covered. The sides and back were another story, made entirely of fishnet. I looked over my shoulder in the mirror. The string covered nothing, my bum clearly visible. It looked very sexy, suitable for bedroom fun, but to go out in? He was quite blasé about it. “It'll be dark by the time we leave” he assured me. I put on my “killer” heels. My legs looked great, the white dress contrasted with my flame hair, though I think green always looks better with my hair. The dress had an elasticated hem, to hold it against my legs it didn't work, the dress, rising back up to micro mini length as I walked around the lounge in front of the window, hoping the voyeurs opposite were watching. The sun had set, but it wasn't yet dark when we left shortly after nine. Down in the lift to the ground floor. Instead of taking the door at the back of the building giving direct access to the residents parking, he took my arm and we walked out of the main entrance. A pleasantly warm evening, the lights coming on, but still plenty light enough for me to be seen. He turned right, the longest route to the car park. The area was quite busy, people just out strolling, sitting and standing outside the bars and cafes. He very deliberately walked slowly. Stopping near where a group of lads were drinking, he turned to look over the docks so my back was towards them. That earned me several appreciative whistles and comments and attracted more attention to me. I began to relax as we moved on, confidence boosted when I saw a couple of young women wearing skirts as short as my dress. Their tops left little to the imagination, even if they weren't revealing quite as much as me. In windows I could see my reflection, people turning to look at my bare arse as I passed. I was enjoying exposing my body. We reached the corner, stopped. The group of guys were still looking at me. I asked what time we had to be at the Dogging site. He looked at his watch, said we had a bit of time. “In that case can we walk passed the bars again, but closer?” I asked. I could tell he was pleased by my request and delighted when I didn't tug the front of the dress down and walked with the hem level with my pussy, the string disappearing into my slit visible. I was feeling incredibly horny and would have liked to walk back again, but without the string and the dress pulled up a little higher, revealing my pussy. Time was getting on and it was several miles to the site. I was feeling hyper, chattering incessantly. One moment talking about what I'd just done, the next asking questions about what would happen next, touching my pussy while I speculated about what was in store for me. By the time we turned off the main road, onto a country lane and into a car park on the edge of some woods, I'd removed the string, had a foot on the dashboard and was excitedly masturbating. I stopped playing with myself, sat up looking to see if anyone was there. Before he switched them off, the headlights swung across three or four cars, momentarily illuminating several guys, some apparently wanking, while they watched a woman being fucked while she sucked on a cock. Until that moment I'd been undecided whether or not I would be prepared to go that far. The sight of her made my mind up for me. Greg parked close by, asked if I wanted to play in the car or get out to watch. I chose the latter, certain in my mind that I didn't want to just watch but intended to take part and be fucked like the women. We got out, my so-called dress up around my waist as we walked over to the group and into the dim light from inside the cars. They all turned to give me the once over, including the woman who had just taken a load in her pussy and was energetically tossing the other guy off, his cock close to her mouth. She was older than me, mid forties, a full, but curvaceous figure, naked except for thigh boots. Her large tits swung as she wanked the guy. Between her legs, she was pierced, cum dangled from her shaved pussy. She wanked the guy faster until he came all over her tits. She stood smoothed his cum onto her tits, talking casually to the guys nearest her and a man about her age who I guessed was her partner. She beckoned a guy over, said something, then unzipped him, pulled out his cock, squatted in front of him and began to suck him. “At this rate there'll be no one left for me” I whispered to Greg. My way of confirming I wanted to participate. His face lit up, “Good girl. I thought you'd want too. See anyone you fancy fucking” he asked. I began checking out the guys properly. There were about fifteen I could see fairly clearly, but others watching from the edge of the woods. There were some who were overweight, fat bellies hanging over their trousers, or unshaven and not particularly clean looking, who to be brutally honest, I couldn't imagine any woman wanting to have sex with. They had no chance and though a couple of them had their cocks out looking hopeful, the other woman appeared to be ignoring them too. Of the remainder there were around half a dozen that I liked the look of including a couple of youngish guys on the periphery who I couldn't see clearly. I told Greg which ones and asked what I should do to attract them over. “That's easy. I spoke to some of them earlier. You sit on the bonnet and play with yourself. I'll get them over.” That worked for me. Resting my bum on the front of the car, I opened my legs and began to finger myself. I watched him, for want of a better description, rounding up six guys to fuck me and returning with them. New to it, I said the first thing that came into my head. “If you want to fuck me get your cock out” I watched with growing excitement as they all either unzipped or, pulled the front of their tracky pants down and got their cocks out. A couple were already hard, the others started to stroke theirs. Eager to get started I pulled my dress off over my head threw it on the bonnet and stood in front of the car naked. I asked Greg if he wanted to fuck me first. To my surprise he said he didn't and that he wanted to watch me being fucked and to have me last. I'd seen the other woman managing two guys, and though I'd never done anything similar before decided to give it a shot. To make things easier for myself I walked over to the two who were already erect. Attempting to look sultry and slutty, I took a cock in each hand, gave them both a squeeze, before starting to stroke them. I could see the other guys were getting hard, though one seemed to be struggling, maybe nerves. Although I was feeling reasonably confident, I glanced towards Greg, for reassurance and guidance. “You're doing great” he encouraged me. “Get down and suck them” he suggested. Crouching, I sucked them in turn, trying to take them further into my mouth, giving them a slow slurpy suck. A third guy joined us, offering me his cock to suck. Quite handsome it was too, not particularly long, but incredibly thick. I took him between my lips and gave him a good suck before resuming sucking all three in turn. I guess I'd been sucking cock for about ten minutes, beginning to wonder what to do next. Greg, who for the previous couple of minutes, had been fingering my pussy, helpfully intervened and advised I should allow the guys to fuck me, unless I particularly wanted them to cum in my mouth. I wanted to be FUCKED! They helped me to my feet, walked with me to the front of the car. I decided the best way to let them fuck me was from behind. I placed my hands on the bonnet, bent over and moved my legs apart, while they sorted out who was going to have me first. Greg's fingering had ensured my cunt was already well lubricated as the first guy moved behind me, rubbed his cock against my slit two or three times, then slid it into my cunt. The other two stood beside me, one playing with my tits, rolling my hard nipples which love. The other, the one with the really thick cock, stroking his erection. I braced myself as the guy fucked me harder. Having sex in public, ten or a dozen guys watching stimulated me. Loosing my inhibitions I became more animated, telling the guy fucking me what I liked and to do, warning the guy playing with my tits I wanted him next. I was getting aroused, but nowhere near climaxing when the guy began jerking his cock in my pussy, shooting his load. He pumped in and out two or three times, draining his balls, before pulling out. I could feel his spunk running down my thigh as to pull the guy with the thick cock in front of me. He sat on the bonnet, I lowered my head, taking him in my mouth while the other guy positioned himself, entered me from behind and started fucking me. Mouth and cunt stuffed full of cock I was in my element, trying to gobble one whilst relishing the thrill of the other siding in and out of my sex. Once again I got close to climaxing, but the guy came to soon. Maybe it was partly my fault, attempting to “run before I could walk” He stood with his softening cock inside while I urged the guy I'd been sucking to get behind quickly and continue fucking me. Wow!!! even though two guys had just fucked me I could feel my hole stretching as his thick cock entered me. He penetrated me deeper, displacing the spunk already inside me, forcing it out, dribbling down my thighs or dripping to the ground. It felt awesome, the thickness compensating for his slight lack of length. The sensation of being filled was wonderful. Supporting myself on one arm, I reached between my legs to touch my clitoris. While he fucked me I frigged my clit helping to arouse myself. I could hear guys commenting, describing me as a “Slut” “Tart” “Whore” and other derogatory names. Rather than being offended I felt pleased, took it as a complement. Feeling energised, unrestrained, uninhibited I rubbed my clitoris faster, became more vocal, urging the guy to fuck me harder and cum in my cunt. His lovely fat cock and my fingers brought me to orgasm, my pale skin flushing, my nipples so hard they almost hurt, juices flowing and for the first time ever squirting from my cunt when I came. I stood as soon as he withdrew, my calves aching from the strain of being bent over, legs spread in my killer heels. I sat on the bonnet, stretching my legs and may well have stopped had the women I'd seen when we arrived, not called across teasing me that I'd only managed to satisfy three guys. She claimed to have fucked or sucked nine guys when I asked. I wasn't going to beat that there were only three more I found attractive enough. I called them over, asked them to massage my legs and told them they could fuck me after. I grabbed my dress spread it on the bonnet and lay back on it while two of the guys got to work on my calves. The muscles eased after a few minutes and I said I was ready for one of them to fuck me. The dress underneath me was slippery and I told the guys holding my legs to keep hold. They went further, dragging me to the edge of the bonnet, spreading my legs as the fourth guy to fuck me got between my legs. He entered me, started fucking me, but I was sliding all over the place on the dress. I tried wriggling it from under me then asked one of the guys to help. He grabbed and tugged it, it was caught on something. Instead of trying to free it he gave a sharp pull, the dress came free, but ripped practically in half. At least with it gone we could fuck, without me slithering away. They all fucked me in turn, leaving me holding the top edge of the bonnet, spread-eagled with spunk pouring from my cunt onto the paintwork. I'd almost forgotten that Greg was going to fuck me last until he grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs over his shoulders, pulled me to the front of the bonnet and drove his cock into me. He was most definitely worth waiting for. He said what an incredible feeling it was to slide his cock into my spunk sodden cunt, to feel it coating his prick and leaking out. He placed his hands on my tits, pinched and pulled my nipples as he frenziedly fucked me until I came and he added his seed to the spunky cocktail swimming inside my cunt. My string not worth putting back on, dress in tatters. I sat on the dress to protect the car seats. The forty minute drive home, though uneventful was fun. I walked from the car park naked without meeting anyone and dived straight in the shower with Greg as soon as we got in the flat. As for my husband? I returned his calls on the Sunday. He promised to change his ways if I went back, then flew off the handle when I didn't immediately agree, rather proving that he wouldn't change. I took a sick day on the Monday, went to my house with Greg to collect as much of my stuff as I could and moved in with him. Rather childishly we fucked in the marital bed, left a large stain on the sheet, which I circled with a marker pen and wrote “A REAL MAN'S SPUNK” My only regret was that I hadn't experienced the exhilaration of being fucked by numerous guys whilst being watched by others or been dogging before. However, now I'd experienced it, learnt what a slut I was at heart, there was no stopping me. We went out dogging several more times last summer. Over the winter, as well as a few threesomes and foursomes with Greg and various guys we were invited to three group gangbangs. They were great, four or five women and at a guess about twenty five men, possibly more, to fuck us. I haven't kept count of how many guys have fucked me so far, but between us we estimate it's fifty plus. For us the dogging season started on Saturday night. Four more guys to add to my tally with hopefully many more over the summer.