Our twentieth wedding anniversary and my forty second birthday were in July. About a month before, James my husband asked where I fancied going to celebrate and I told him I thought it would be nice to go to a place we went to when we first dated. Typical fella, he agreed but I could tell he couldn't remember where it was. I gave it a day or so before sweetly enquiring if he'd booked a table and he had to admit he hadn't a clue where we had gone. After teasing him about it I told him where it was, quite an expensive Italian restaurant which had gone upmarket since the days we'd last been there. On the Saturday afternoon I had my hair cut and coloured then on to another salon for a full wax, leaving just a little strip of pubes, the rest of my pussy beautifully smooth ready for a night of passion after our meal. I spent ages getting ready, choosing a black lacy shelf bra, the half cups, supporting my 32c tits, leaving my nipples uncovered, matching thong with black hold up stockings. I tried on two or three dresses, asking Martin choose the one he liked best. Surprise, he selected, the shortest, buttoned up the front, with a very low scooped neckline, “Showing plenty of tit” as he charmingly put it. It only just covered my nipples and when I bent to put on my shoes one nipple popped out, requiring a couple of strips of tit tape to prevent further wardrobe malfunctions. We had a lovely meal, leaving the restaurant just after 11pm. Martin hadn't been drinking but I’d had wine and a liqueur and was feeling horny, looking forward to getting Martin to bed. I waited outside the restaurant while he fetched the car, rather enjoying the glances I was getting from several groups of lads. I could see my reflection, my legs looked pretty good, especially with the heels, my tits nicely lifted by the bra, the dress showing plenty of cleavage. It was only when I looked closer that I realised, that the tit tape had failed and that one nipple was poking out and the dark aureole of the other visible, no wonder I was getting so much attention. Martin pulled up at that point, a filthy grin on his face as I bent to get in the car and both my tits popped out of the dress as I sat. The dirty bugger told me to leave them out, deliberately driving along the most well lit streets with the most traffic lights, stopping for petrol, daring me to go and pay with my tits out. I like a challenge and was merry enough to do it, smiling sweetly at the cashier as he tried not to stare at my breasts. We'd ended up on the opposite side to town from our house. I didn't immediately notice we were heading in the wrong direction, my hand resting on my pussy, surreptitiously rubbing myself through the dress, thinking about the shag I was going to to be getting when we got home, turned on after flashing my tits. I realised and asked where we were going and James told me to wait and see. We drove another few miles, before turning off the main road down a lane and I realised where we were going, the parking area in a country park. “Oh you remember this part of our dating then” I laughed. He grinned at me, resting his hand on my thigh, under my dress saying that he thought I would find it horny if we did the whole date. I recalled what we'd done, in his mums old Mini. It appealed to me, and at least our Golf was a lot more comfortable and I wouldn't need to be a contortionist. He drove to an area well inside the park, passing a number a places we could have stopped, to a parking area, which at the time I thought he'd chosen at random. The car park appeared to be divided with hedges forming bays for six or seven cars. I noticed a couple of cars parked, commenting to James that it looked as if couples were still using the park for dating. He pulled into an empty bay and switched off the engine. It was so dark I could hardly see him, but felt his fingers undoing the dress, pulling it open, bending and sucking my nipples. I sat up, slipping the dress off my shoulders, then reached behind me and undid my bra, freeing my tits. His hand was above my stocking tops, caressing my thigh, the side of his hand rubbing my pussy. I opened my legs, and twisted in the seat, reaching for his cock, unzipping him, pulling his cock out, wanking his erection. I always like having sex with the lights on, being able to see his face, see his cock getting harder, fucking in positions where I can watch his cock as it slides in and out of my pussy. He knows I like to see and I assumed that’s why he switched on the interior lights. I was a bit surprised, glancing out of the car, though all I could see was our reflections, deciding if the other couples were anything like we were they'd be to busy to notice us. I got his trousers undone, properly releasing his cock, telling him to pull my thong down so he could finger me. We slid the seats right back, reclining them partly, giving me space to put my left foot up on the dash and spread my legs. James resumed fingering me and I stroked his erection with one hand and played with my nipples with the other. He fingered fucked me, sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy, the confines of the car preventing us doing much more. He asked if I wanted to get out of the car, but I told him I was close to cumming and was comfortable where I was. He loves watching me play with myself so I suggested that I would masturbate for him then give him a blow job. He seemed happy with that, reaching over to lower my window about 2 or 3 inches because it was warm. I lay back, shut my eyes and began to finger my pussy, my legs spread wide, letting him see my wet, gaping hole as I slide my fingers in and out. Once or twice I heard noises from outside the car, but thought nothing of it at the time and when I heard a louder one, and opened my eyes, he bent over kissing me, telling me not to stop, it was only dead branches falling. I was so close I couldn't have stopped anyway and moments later, cried out I was cumming, pulling my fingers from my pussy and giving them him to lick. Once I'd got my breath back, I wriggled around, knelt on the seat with my bum practically touching the window, and sucked him off, drinking down his spunk when he came in my mouth. I'd enjoyed myself, a thoroughly horny way to celebrate our anniversary and my birthday, followed by a long session when we got home. I thought about it once or twice over the next few days, laid on the bed wanking, thinking may be I should suggest doing it again sometime. It was the following weekend, James had gone to watch a football match and I had the afternoon to myself. I was on the computer and wanted to find a website I'd looked at the previous day. I clicked on the browser history and it was empty. I eventually found what I was looking for then before shutting down, reset the history to keep the previous seven days. I'd intended to save the site to my favourites but forgot, so when I wanted it again 3 or 4 days later I went to history, scrolling through the days looking for it, noticing several porn sites listed, no great surprise, clicking on a couple. One site, this one, piqued my interest, wondering why James had been looking at it. I clicked on it, reading some of the stories, getting quite wet while doing so, undoing my jeans and rubbing my pussy while I read. A couple of stories about dogging were good and horny and it dawned on me were similar to what we'd done. I finished the story, clicked on the dogging tab, found our County, slowly reading down the list of locations. About half way down, I found what I suspected, the country park and directions to the secluded area we'd been to. I realised he'd set it up, remembering what I'd done, with the lights on, certain that men had been watching me masturbate and sucking him off. I suppose I should have been annoyed, but the more I thought about it the more turned on I felt, wondering how many guys had been watching, if they'd been wanking, imagining they all had big hard cocks. I read some more stories, got so horny that I stripped off, fetched my favourite vibrator, and spent an hour or so reading and wanking. By the time I'd read more stories and cum two or three times I'd concluded he had wanted me to be watched but possibly no more, though from the stories I suspected that he would enjoy watching me being fucked. Only one way to find out, I decided what I'd do.............