I was staying at a large, comfortable, very expensive hotel in Yorkshire. My company was footing the bill, so the ‘expensive’ part did not trouble me. I was there because a very important new client had their premises nearby, they were on the brink of signing a contract worth £millions. What I had to do was agree to a few design changes and the deal was done. Design, engineering design, is my job. There should have been two of us, the head salesperson and me, but he had been involved in an car accident on the way and was in hospital with injuries that had made it impossible for him to join me. “You can handle it,” my boss had assured me. “I will tell them that you are empowered to sign the contract. There will be a big bonus in it for you.” The changes had all been agreed, the signing would be tomorrow morning, right now I was alone, having dined alone, and walking in a wood not far from the hotel. I needed to think and I think best when on my own. I had to decide whether my marriage was over, or was there still hope? And I had decided the former, it had run its course, we had never really had much in common except sex, and even that had become stale. Best to end it while we were both still young enough to have a second try. No kids, so no problems there. With that decided I needed to concentrate on finding my way out of this dense, unfamiliar wood. And it was going dark. I could feel the panic begin to rise. I tried to remember the location of the wood on the map, my car was parked in a large car park on the western edge of the wood. All I had to do was walk towards the setting sun. Right? I had left my ‘phone in the car, turned off. Something else I do when I need to think, so calling for help was not an option. The place had been fairly busy with dog-walkers and their dogs, joggers and their essential electronic equipment and people just out to enjoy the fine late spring evening. They had all gone, now there was just me. Suddenly I was in the open, there was my car, the only one except for one other, parked on the opposite side and some hundred yards away. The interior light was on and I could see people sitting in the front seats. As I reached my car, the headlights of the other car flashed. I looked across and they flashed again. Someone was trying to get my attention. I was wary. Alone in a strange place. But suppose they needed help? I walked a little way towards them and an arm emerged from the passenger side widow and beckoned me. I moved closer, still wary. The arm was female and attached to an attractive woman with her tits on display. I apologised, saying that I thought they needed me. “We do,” said the woman. “We need you to watch.” Suddenly I twigged. I had stumbled onto a dogging site. They wanted me to watch them fuck! “Come closer,” said the woman. “Wouldn’t you like a free sex show?” I did as asked. She was wearing a cream coloured dress with buttons all the way down the front, all open. Underneath the dress was just her, apart from black hold-up stockings. Her right hand was at the crotch of the man sitting in the driving seat, her fingers curled around the erect cock that stood out from his open flies. His left hand was at her crotch, palm towards her. The middle two fingers were not visible, presumably pushed up her cunt! As I watched, she proceeded to wank him off, I could hear the wet flap as his foreskin retreated and advanced, coupled with the slurp as he finger-fucked her. He gave a grunt as he came. It was not a powerful ejaculation, his spunk flowed from his tip like lava, dribbling over her fingers and onto his balls. At the same time, she gave a little cry and pushed down onto his probing fingers, coming at the same time, tits heaving as she convulsed through her climax. When it was over, she took a box of tissues from the glove box, handing some to him then wiping her fingers clean. She turned to me and smiled broadly; “Your turn?” She offered. “Or do you prefer it to be sucked?” I was gobsmacked, lost for words. I looked across at her husband, (as I was shortly to discover,) he nodded his approval. “Make your mind up,” she said. “There will be other takers soon.” “Suck!” I blurted. What was I doing? I did not even know this woman’s name. Was she ‘clean’? But oral is supposed to be fairly safe isn’t it? She opened her door and swung her legs out “Get it out then.” She prompted. Again, I did as I was bid, struggling to disentangle my rigid tool from the confines of pants and underpants. When at last it was in the open air, she wrapped cool fingers around it and pulled my foreskin back revealing the glistening, straining plum of my glans. “Nice one,” she muttered, pulling me towards her, and popped it in her mouth. I almost came on the spot. I had not had a come for over a week, not even a wank, I had been fully focused on the contract. I managed to hold back though, and she started to practically devour my meat, slurping noisily and mmm’ing approving noises. She broke off and looked up at me, “You are allowed to have a feel,” she said, then returned to her chosen task. Again, hubby nodded his approval. I reached out and tentatively cupped her right tit with my left hand, thumbing the rubbery nipple, then moved my hand underneath to lift and weigh the heavy globe of tit-flesh. I could not hold onto my juice for long in these circumstances, I touched her face and told her that I was about to pop, she sucked harder. My knees buckled as I came, but she had a firm grip and did not lose contact, either manually or orally. I discharged the lot into the back of her mouth, she swallowed every drop, still making those muffled noises of appreciation. She did not need tissues this time, she cleaned my tip perfectly, licking her lips afterwards. It was the first time ever that anyone had swallowed my cum, my wife is happy to suck me off, but pulls away when I come, any that does go in her mouth she spits out. The magic of the moment was broken by another car drawing up alongside. I hastily tried to stuff my still hard, and now damp cock into my pants. “It’s okay,” said hubby, the first words I had heard him speak. “We know them.” The newcomers parked nose-in, so the two cars were passenger side to passenger side, about two metres apart. The passenger window of the new arrival was open with the head of a middle-aged man sticking out. “New toy Sal?” He grinned. “Yes,” replied the woman. “Bigger than yours. And prettier.” I had never heard it describes as pretty before, but she was clearly an expert. The woman stepped out. She slipped the dress over her shoulders and stretched her now naked body like a cat. “Your luck’s in tonight boys, I’m feeling randy,” she husked. I could vouch for that. She was pleasantly plump, ample curves everywhere but not fat. Her large tits drooped slightly under their weight, but were nicely bouncy, her arse cheeks likewise. All she wore was the hold-ups and stiletto high-heels. She seemed perfectly at home like this. Her partner came round to the space between the cars that was to become the arena for what was to follow. He spread a thin, padded mat between the cars. I was to find out later that it was a ‘Bouldering Mat’. Apparently this device is used by rock-climbers to save them if they fall. It was about four feet square, how they manage to fall off in the right place is still a mystery to me, but this secondary purpose, on a fine evening, in a secluded car park, seemed a much better use for it. The passenger door of the other car was also now open, it’s occupant had swung his legs out onto the ground, his flies were open, the top button also, his thin, rigid cock thrusting out from his exposed groin. The woman knelt between his thighs and bent to her task, soon the slurping, moaning noises that had accompanied my best ever cock-suck, were accompanying this one. The driver of the new arrivals walked round, nodded to me, said hello to hubby, pushed his pants and underpants down to his ankles, and knelt behind ‘Sal’, rolling a condom over his erection and pushing it slowly between the moist, pouting, pink cunt-lips that protruded beneath her Rubenesque arse-cheeks. The partner spoke for the second time, introducing himself as Derek. Bizarrely, we shook hands. “That’s my wife Sally, the one with his cock in her mouth is Steve, and the one up her cunt is Dave.” He explained. Before I could respond, two more cars drove in, in close convoy. “Nobby and Pete.” Said Derek. “We are not expecting anyone else.” The newcomers walked over, introductions were made. Sally had her mouth full, Steve was clearly on the point of feeding her another helping of spunk. As was Dave, but at the other end. When they had finished, the aptly name Nobby, his cock was like a knobbly truncheon, sat in the passenger seat of Derek’s car, to be processed. Pete took his place behind Sally and began to fuck her. “Are you okay with this?” I asked Derek, nodding towards the rutting trio. “Of course,” he replied. He seemed surprised at my question. After a pause, he decided to explain, this was Derek’s story: “We have been married about five years, second time around for both of us. She wanted kids, there had been no issue from her first marriage. We tried, but she did not conceive. We consulted doctors. Apparently she can’t. Things began to cool between us, although being able to fuck without using contraception seemed to me to be a good thing, she seemed to lose interest. “Then I discovered that she was fucking other men, apparently trying to compensate for; ‘Not being a real woman’. - Her words. I was devastated, I attempted to get my own back, trying hard to pick up other women for sex, but as you will know, it’s not easy for a man, all a woman has to do is flirt a little and she can be pinned to a bed by a new cock several times a day. “But I still loved her, perhaps I could live with it? She became more brazen, picking up others even when I was with her. I began to be turned on by the idea of her fucking and sucking cocks and asked her to describe her experiences. Our sex life together was reborn. When I told her that I wanted to watch her with another man, she was all for it, but her paramours were not. We joined a swingers club and I eventually got my wish, I saw her fucked by eight men in the space of two hours! I got to fuck both of the other available women, but I suspect that they were pro’s provided by the house, none of the other men had partners to trade. Eventually the place was closed down by the police, neighbours had complained. Looking for a replacement, we stumbled across dogging. And here we are. She gets all the cock she needs, our sex life together is fantastic, and there are usually other women here for me to play with.” “But what about the special man/wife relationship?” I asked. “You are just one of many.” “Yes, but I am the only one who fucks her without a condom, and…” He hesitated. After a long pause, he completed his answer; “I am the only one who fucks her in the arse.” We had been watching the continuing tableau before us as he told his story. Nobby and Pete had finished, Dave and Steve were on seconds, this time Dave being sucked off while Steve poked her cunt. When they had finished, the other two took their turns. Sally had been fucked four times, had sucked off five and had wanked her husband, a real Superwoman! As the last pair were finishing, Steve spoke to me for the first time; “Have you fucked her yet?” “No,” I replied. I don’t have a condom.” “Pity,” he went on, “She’s got a cunt like a milking machine, be a pity to go home without trying the best fuck north of Watford.” Suddenly, Derek was handing me the necessary rubber goods. Not only did he share his wife, he subsidised it! Sally was on her feet, looking magnificent in the low light, despite having serviced six men. Steve called out to her; "Ay-up Sal, yer not done yet." She looked across and grinned; "Alright, but not on my knees, they're buggered, you'll have to do it standing up." She came round to the front of the car, and supporting herself on the bonnet, leaned forward over it. I took my place behind her, pushed my pants down to my ankles, gave my little friend a couple of strokes to make sure he was paying full attention and rolled the condom on. An unaccustomed task, I had not used one for years. I shuffled into position, aligning my plug with Sally's socket. She reached between her legs to guide it in and I slid easily into her slack slot. The standing position was fine by me, I have a problem with one of my knees that sometimes makes it uncomfortable for me to kneel on a hard surface and this position also allowed me to avail myself of Sally's bountiful tits, now slippery with sweat, adding to my tactile pleasure. And with both hands. Whether she was the best fuck north of Watford, I don’t suppose I will ever know, and whether she had a cunt like a milking machine is a comparison I have no wish to experience, but once I was fully home, she tightened her muscles so that I was gripped tightly, causing maximum friction on my thrusting cock. I came quickly and withdrew. The condom, heavy with my spunk, drooped from my shrinking member. The audience of five murmured their approval. Sally kissed each of the men goodbye and they went back to their cars while Sally dressed, leaving just her, Derek and myself. Sally kissed me on the cheek and got into the car. I commented to Derek that he had only come once whereas the others had enjoyed two. "I’ll get mine when we get home," he replied. "We will shower together, then bed. My second coming will be as far as I can get it up her arse, bareback." I envied him, I had a cold empty bed to go back to. "How long are you here for?" He asked "Home tomorrow." I replied. "Pity," he said, we will be here tomorrow if you change your mind. There are usually more females on a Thursday, weather permitting. You would be welcome. We shook hands and I returned to my car. It was not late by the time I got back to my room, but I felt drained. I was asleep, as they say, as soon as my head etc. I woke early, feeling energised and with a stonking hard-on. Situation normal then. I caressed it lovingly, I do enjoy a good wank. I had plenty of time for it. Or I could get up and shower. I had an important day ahead. I reluctantly opted for the latter. But my little friend was insistent, all through the shower he looked pleadingly at me with his one eye. And as I dried myself and dressed. Not until I was sitting down for breakfast did he give up. I could not get the events of last night out of my mind, and foremost in my mind was the mental vision of Derek reaming Sally's arse. Sally must surely enjoy it, she did not seem to be the passive type. I had never experienced anal, (Giving nor receiving, in case you were wondering.) But I had work to do, I wanted to be really early at the client's premises. It started to rain hard on my journey, probably scotching any repeat performances at the car park tonight, so I would not be missing anything after all. They still were not ready to sign, instead I was given the grand tour of their facility, as chief designer, they explained, I should see what I had been designing for. (I thought that it was a bit late for that!) Then there was a coffee break. At last, and without ceremony, the boss turned up, did the necessary and left. I called my boss to tell him the good news, he was delighted. I was to take them out to lunch, no expense spared. I reminded him that I had to drive home later. "No, no, no," he protested. "Stay another night. And I don't expect to see you until Monday, you've done well." It occurred to me that I could buy 'them' lunch at my hotel, that way, I would not have to drive afterwards, they could worry about it. Genius. I drank sparingly during the lunch, but he others, there were only two of them, were very much the worse for drink by the time I said goodbye to them in the hotel lobby. Reception had arranged a taxi for them. It was still raining. I was at a loose end, I am not comfortable when I have nothing to do. At home I can usually find something to occupy myself. Perhaps I should have opted to leave after the lunch, I had eaten and drank very little. I decided to try the hotel's gym. The place was nearly empty. I tried out several of the bewildering exercise machines, why do people seem to need machinery to exercise? Doesn’t that rather defeat the object? I ended up in the pool, where I spent the rest of the afternoon. I had a light snack in the restaurant, then headed for the bar. It was still raining. It was still early, the bar was quiet apart from one or two people having aperitifs. I sat on one of the high stools and ordered a drink. I took a sip and became aware that I was no longer alone. At my side was a very pretty, very young woman. "Hi," she said. "Are you looking for company?" "Oh, err," I stammered, caught off-guard. "No, I’m fine." "No problem," she concluded. And walked away. I watched her go, she moved like a cat. She was petite, perhaps five-two, but four inch heels helped. She wore a clinging, dark green, ankle length dress, slit to the thigh on one side. The shoes were also green. Her firm arse seemed to move independently. She hoisted herself onto a stool at the other end of the bar. The other drinkers had moved away. She crossed her legs, displaying the full length of a black stocking, the supporting suspender and a lot of thigh. She was slim, athletic looking, red haired. No, ginger haired, and very young-looking. All sixty-two inches of her (Most of which seemed to be leg.) oozed sex. And all sixty-two inches shouted; "Tart." But a stunningly attractive one. The very obviously gay bartender was nearby, I waved him over. "Is she..." I started. "On the game? Yes," he interrupted. I laughed. "That much is obvious," I continued. "I was going to say, is she old enough?" "Yes," he replied. "I have seen her driving license." He now laughed; "The management are paranoid about under-age drinking, but turn a blind-eye to the hooking. Good business I suppose." "Ask her what she is drinking." He looked across at her. "I don't blame you," he said. "I would be tempted myself if my interest didn't lie elsewhere." He did as asked and the girl smiled across and slid off to stool towards me. "Changed you mind?" She asked. "Depends on whether we can come to an arrangement," I replied. I had never paid for sex before. I suppose I was feeling super-horny after last night, and frustrated that the weather had scotched a repeat tonight. The nymphet before me would do, a complete opposite to Sally's generous form. "I do everything except anal." She said. She gave me a price, all-inclusive until I was satisfied. I was disappointed, my mind was so full of Derek sodomising Sally, this was the one thing that I had in mind and fully expected a working girl to offer. I haggled a bit and we came to an arrangement. I left the bar alone, she came to my room a few minutes later. She kissed me on the lips and asked to use the bathroom. She emerged naked except for the stockings and suspenders and the high-heels. She indicated them, saying; "On or off? Your choice." She undressed me, kissing each part as it was revealed, until all I wore was my underpants. She knelt in front of me and pulled them down, trapping my stiff cock in them, causing it to point away from where it wanted to. She kept pulling until it sprang free like a jack-in-a-box. I stepped out of the pants. Then she kissed tip of the new arrival. She enclosed the straining knob with her coral pink lips and sucked it deep into her mouth. Sweet agony. She sucked noisily, holding my shaft with her right hand and my balls with her left. She sensed my impending crisis and pulled away. "Time for bed?" She grinned. On the bed, I explored her slim body with fingers, lips and tongue, then turned her over so that I could do the back. She was exquisite. Her fine body was completely free of hair, her prominent cunt-lips were dark pink, as were her large, almost raspberry sized nipples. Her tits were tiny, making her teats look bigger. She took control again, taking my cock deep into her throat, sucking, licking and kissing. She sucked each ball into her mouth and swirled it around. She kissed and licked my perineum, then unexpectedly, rimmed my arse-hole before pushing her tongue deep inside. I jumped like a scalded cat. "Not good?" She asked innocently. "Too good," I replied. "Do it again." She obliged. This also was a new experience for me, I could not believe how good it felt. After too short a time, she went back to sucking my cock, pleasant enough, but I wanted more of this new pleasure. She eventually stopped, took a condom from her bag and said; "Time for the party hat?" It was. But I did not want the foreplay to end. "Can I lick you?" I asked. "I adore being licked," She beamed, holstering the condom in her stocking top. "How would you like me?" "Bring it up here." I instructed. I like being queened. I like to give oral, I like the taste of cunt and its texture, in fact everything about it. Queening frees my hands to roam wherever I choose. I had never licked a bald cunt, she was perfectly smooth, no stubble. She tasted fresh and clean. As I explored her oyster with my tongue, I explored her body again with both hands, occasionally pausing with one of them to give my bursting cock a little wank. I had to be careful, I did not want to spray her back with my precious fluid, I had yet to explore her cunt with my cock. I knew that once en-cunted, I would be able to control the pace, barring accidents I can fuck for ages. This was very nearly one of those accidents, unexpectedly, she began to orgasm noisily, her tiny body thrashing in ecstasy. Surprised, I managed to hold her in position until her spasms stopped. She looked down at me, slid down my body and kissed me on the mouth. Not a peck, a full, tongue searching kiss, as though she was sucking up her own juices from my face. She broke the kiss and looked down at me again. “I would like you to fuck me now,” she whispered. She skilfully rolled the condom onto my boner, then lowered herself onto it, guiding it with those delicate fingers. It slid easily into her, I was surprised how easily, I had expected her to be tight. And then she was, her sheath seemed to grip my shaft like a hand. She was good, I was going to have difficulty lasting long. She rode me like a jockey, expertly working my full length without me slipping out of her. She soon had me at bursting point. I took control, rolling over onto my side, taking her with me, then I moved on top, pinning her missionary style. I could control things from here, I humped her steadily for several minutes, her cunt seemed to hold on to my cock as I withdrew, then resisted as I thrust in. Again I had to stop. “Doggy now?” She asked softly. This gave me the opportunity run my tongue the length of her slit once more, causing her to squeal, but she now tasted of rubber. I positioned myself at her entrance, she guided me home with her fingers, I had a fine view of my hard cock parting her lips as it entered. Her lack of hair in this area revealed the lips of her sheath clinging to my shaft as I withdrew, then caressing it as I pushed back in. Again I had to stop. I withdrew, she flopped onto her belly, then rolled over onto her back. She beamed up at me. “Would you like to come on me?” She asked. In an ideal world, I would have liked to pump my seed high up inside her, but in fact it would be contained by the condom. Spraying her body with it might just be the next best thing. “Where would you like it?” I asked, peeling off the ridiculous rubber. She grinned; “Face and tits,” she replied. I shuffled up her body until I was astride her chest. I laid my cock between her tits, but there was not enough flesh to wrap around it. Instead, I began to wank myself, but slowly, I now had total control. She watched, apparently fascinated by the shiny, moist knob poking back and forth through my foreskin. Then she took over. I was ready to come anyway, her hand would work just as well. I think that the power and volume of my ejaculation surprised her, the first huge blob hit her on the chin, startling her. Then she directed the volley that followed at her face, catching at least one shot in her mouth. Very little went on her tiny tits. When she had milked the last dregs from me, she raised her cum-covered face and said; “You needed that.” I flopped to the side, she massaged the stuff into her face, transferring some to her tits. “It’s good for the skin,” she explained, then snuggled up to me, putting my arm around her shoulders and gently ran her wet fingers over my wilted member. “Do you always come with your punters?” I asked. “Not always, no,” she replied, “But because I charge for it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it.” I felt chastened, and must have looked it. “With the right man of course.” She added. She was good. She excused herself to the bathroom. I got up to take a swig of water from the bottle on the bedside table. I went to the window and opened the curtains a crack, the rain had stopped, the sun was out. She came out of the bathroom refreshed. “Ready to go again?” She asked, “No extra charge.” I was sorely tempted, I had a dilemma. Would the improvement in the weather mean that there would, after all, be action at the dogging site later? Or was the bird in the hand, etcetera? The idea of fucking this girl and Sally in the same day was appealing to my greedy side, imagine having them as a pair, Sally had twice as much flesh in one tit than Jade had in her pair. And then there was the possibility of other females being present at the car park. Perhaps I should save my ammunition? Greed won. I thanked Jade for her services and sent her on her way. There are women like that available in every town. Rentacunt. You may be thinking the idea of me coming several times is pure fantasy, but I seem to have an unusual talent. When I first discovered masturbation, like most young men, I became addicted. I would wank myself sore, coming six or eight times in a day. I grew out of that, but to this day I can usually go several times if the conditions are right. I can't guarantee it, so my decision was only part greed, and part optimism. I was prepared to take the risk. I still had time to kill, nothing would happen before dusk. I showered, the lay naked on the bed and turned on the T.V. I found a porn channel, pay for of course, I had to call reception to ask them to enable it. I had never been much of a porn user, this did nothing to change my mind. It was well made, but repetitive. And as porn goes, quite mild. Still, it kept me hard for an hour or so, just what I needed if I was going to have fuel in the tank for later. I was at the car park as the sun set, people were driving out as I drove in, eventually I was on my own and cursing my choice, no one was coming. Then a car drove in, parking where Derek and Sally had been last night. The lights went out, the interior light was switched on and headlights flashed. I got out of my car and walked over. Derek stepped out of the car. “John!” He said. “You changed your mind.” “Couldn’t resist,” I answered. Sally got out, came over and kissed me. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “You can be first tonight if you like.” I liked. Derek opened the tailgate of their estate car, the back was filled with the bouldering mat with a blanket over it. He explained that the ground would be damp and assured me that there was room enough in the back, provided that horizontal positions were used. Sally was already stripped for action, she crawled into the makeshift bed and turned onto her back, spreading her legs to reveal that pink, hairy, widespread, wet treasure. I lowered my pants, I was already hard. I had bought condoms and made to put one on. With difficulty. Sally asked what was keeping me, I told her, she lent a hand, eventually declaring; “Tha’s bought ‘em too small lad, tha’l need the next size up.” Such was my ignorance, I had thought that they came in one-size-fits-all. Derek came to my rescue. Their ‘dogging kit’ contained a selection. Sally had to suck me up again before she could fit it, only then did I get to sink my cock into her voluptuous flesh. This time I allowed myself to come quickly, spurting joyously into the protective sheath and withdrawing immediately. Others had arrived. The same quartet as previously. They all said hello and Sally chose who would be next. “I thought that there were going to be other females?” I said to Derek. “There should be, the Scissors Sisters normally come Thursdays.” “Scissors Sisters?” I queried. “That’s what we call ‘em, they are a couple of lezzies, they live together as a couple. But they still enjoy cock, and they come here to get it.” Another vehicle entered the car park, flashing its lights once. “This is them, don’t tell ‘em what we call ‘em.” Concluded Derek. ‘The Sisters’ were, I would guess in their thirties, but I’m not good at guessing age, particularly women. They were very presentable. Their ‘car’ was a large ‘people carrier’ and turned out to be equipped as a passion wagon. Introductions were made, they were Jill and Babs, then Nobby, who had just finished fucking Sally, suggested that, as there was a newcomer present, they should; “Give us a show.” They conferred and agreed. The tailgate of the vehicle was raised, revealing what to all intents was a bed. In the side pockets of the doors turned out to be tissues, wet wipes and condoms. Fully equipped for the purpose then. They both wore summer dresses with zips right down the front, which they undid. They wore nothing at all underneath, except of course for shoes. Jill crawled into the fuck-space and stretched out, legs akimbo, all her treasures on display. Babs knelt between Jill’s legs and began to kiss her cunt. My cock, now partially recovered from its exertions with Sally, sprang to attention. I freed it from my pants and joined the others in watching and wanking. Derek stepped up behind Babs, lifted her skirt up and positioned his erection at her entrance. It was the first time I had really seen his cock, and even now it was rubber-clad. It was quite short, circumcised and very thick. Now that I am more expert in these things, I believe that the majority of women prefer it this way. Too much length can hurt, but being stretched laterally is very pleasant. “Are you just going to wank, or will somebody fuck me?” Piped up Sally. One of the men responded and walked her back to her own vehicle, soon the suspension on both was being tested. Derek finished his fuck. Babs crawled in alongside Jill and assumed the same spread-eagled position; “Come on, you know what we are here for.” She said. There was a bit of a rush, but I got to Jill first. She handed me a condom, appropriately sized, which I clumsily managed to fit over my cock, then she guided me inside her very wet gash. Alongside me, Babs was also getting what she came for. It was cramped and felt very strange humping alongside another couple, but exciting. I had already come twice since tea-time, so I was able to keep it up for longer than my fellow fucker, another man soon took his place and began to pump. I came, shooting my third load into the rubber sheath. I was practically pulled away from Jill by another man who quickly took my place in her well primed cunt. Sally was getting her third helping, at least I think so, this was getting confusing, too many cocks, too many cunts to keep count. I was certain though that I had not yet fucked Babs, and that was my target for tonight, four different women in one day. I had to wait my turn, but was entertained by the efforts of the others. I was ready for her when she became available. This time I took ages, I really thought that I was going to fail, but when whoever was doing Jill decided to pull out, peel off the condom and come all over her ample tits, I made my final donation. When I pulled off the rubber, it was practically empty. I was truly spent. Not so the others, they had plenty of ammunition. The three women sucked, wanked or fucked them until they too, called last orders. Sally, flushed with her efforts, sweating and soaked with spunk, gave her final comment on the evening. “Is that all you’ve got? We need to find some real men.” My drive home was fast and easy, I was home in three hours. I used the time to do yet more thinking. Was it possible that activities such as the ones I had enjoyed in a Yorkshire car-park, could rejuvenate my marriage as Derek had claimed they did his? I was still very fond of my wife and she was very beautiful, I suppose I still loved her, we were just no longer a couple. But with a complete change of direction? Further soul-searching led me to the belief that our problems were probably down to me anyway, what did she see in me? I was work-obsessed, hated parties, never danced with her, need I go on? I would need to change. And find some way of persuading her to try again… By fucking other men while I watched? I had nothing to lose, all I needed was a plan.