When I got home, I went on-line and searched my local area for dogging sites. There were several, including one quite close to an up-market pub/restaurant that we had used in our early days. I called Ash, my wife, (Short for Ashley.) and told her that we would be eating out that night, ‘to celebrate my success up north’. The place was packed, I had needed to book. It was a favourite place for people to show off, slightly exclusive, jackets and ties obligatory. All the women present were dressed to kill, some very fashionable designer wear, wafting about on a cloud of expensive perfume. I only had eyes for Ash. If I could pull this off, my prize would be the best looking woman in the room. I made sure that most of the wine was directed her way, and encouraged her to finish with and Irish coffee. I was driving of course, but I wanted her in mellow mood “Where are we going?” She asked, as soon as she realised we were not heading for home. “Wait and see." I replied. We pulled into the car park designated as a dogging location, I killed the lights, there were several cars there already. One car had people grouped around it, this car had the interior light on. Faces turned to watch me park. Ashley gave me a questioning look. “Do you remember our early days, when we had sex in the car in places like this?”. I asked. “I thought that we could try to re-capture it.” “Yes, but there are people here,” she protested. “Only doing the same,” I countered. There was a knock on the window, I rolled it down. A man, clearly the designated sentinel, asked if he could help. “We would just like to watch, if that's ok with you?” I said. He looked at Ash, back at me, then nodded and walked back to the group. “What was that about?” Asked Ashley. “Things have moved on since our days, people nowadays like an audience. We’ve been invited.” I explained. “To watch someone have sex?” She said incredulously. “Are you coming?” I asked, getting out of the car. “No.” She replied. I walked over to the illuminated car, there were four men, including the sentinel, all with their cocks out wanking, and two women, dressed like street girls, all watching. In the car was a couple in the back seat, the front seats were as far forward as they would go. She was sitting on his lap, facing away. She was impaled on his cock. She wore a Basque type garment and hold-ups. No knickers. The cups of the bra were pulled down, her tits being supported by his hands instead. The wankers ignored me, the sentinel asked where my missus was. I said that she had bottled out, he just shrugged and continued enjoying the show. Soon after, we were joined by Ashley, the wankers made room for her. She could not believe her eyes. Before she could react, the man in the car pulled his cock out, held it upright and sent a volley of spunk up his partners belly, the wankers responded, sending their tributes against the sides of the car and its windows. Ashley gasped and walked away. The men 'adjusted their clothing’ and the group dispersed, the star of the show got into the driver's seat of his car and drove off. Only the sentinel and myself remained. “Like what you see?”. He asked. I nodded. He continued; “We meet up most Fridays, in various places, if you want to become part of it, email me so that I can contact you, will let you know where the next meet is. Are you familiar with O.S. grid references?” I said that I was. “That is how you will find us. I’m Adrian.” He stuck out his hand, the one he'd been wanking with. Reluctantly I shook it and told him my name. We walked back to the cars. “How long have you been dogging?” I asked. “We don't think of it as dogging, that's a free for all. This is more like Al fresco swinging, by invitation only. We recruit from people like you, curious casuals. There are three categories: watchers, show-ers and players, newcomers usual start as watchers and progress to players, you choose if and when. Absolute discretion, condoms compulsory for full sex, optional for oral. We will look forward to seeing you, but as watchers until you're accepted.” He wrote his email on a parking ticket, we shook hands again and went on our way. Ash was silent all the way home and as we got ready for bed. I thought that I had blown it, that this was goodbye. But she came to bed naked. I always sleep naked, so did she in our exchange of body fluid days, but since we had drifted apart, she usually wore a nightdress or pyjamas. On the odd occasion that she came to me naked it meant only one thing… She cuddled up to me, fondling my already hard cock. “Did you know that was going to happen?”. She asked. “ Not exactly, but I had heard that things happen there,” I replied. "Were you shocked?” “Yes.” “Horrified?” “No, I was just not expecting it.” “Would you like to go again?” “I'll think about it”. She climbed on top of me and fed my rigid cock into her slot, she was very wet. She was interested. In our good times, we had sometimes watched soft porn together, she also had a talent for detecting couples who were getting amorous beyond decency and would surreptitiously spy on them. We had visited Amsterdam's red light district and had been to a live sex show, she had wanked me off during the show. “Everybody's doing it,” she had said. We had also had sex, various kinds, in public places; back alleys, public toilets, trains, parks, top of a bus. Once even in a London department store. So she was not averse to sex in public. But how far would she go? The email arrived on Tuesday. I eagerly grabbed the map. The reference was close to another wooded car park familiar from our early days, but about 300 metres along the road. Odd. I assumed that it was a typo. There was a time and an invitation to reply. I showed Ash. “Just to watch?”. She asked. “Just to watch,” I replied. She gave me the go ahead. We were dead on time. The road to the car park was closed by a barrier. I drove on to the exact reference given. Parked off the road on the verge, were several cars. Adrian stood alongside one, talking to someone in a car. I parked behind him and got out, he waved and a woman got out of the car. She was introduced as Lisa. Ashley joined us. We had been told to bring a torch and for Ash to wear shoes that she could walk in. Adrian led the way and at his suggestion, I brought up the rear. There was a broad path through the woods, it was not fully dark. From my position I had a good view of Lisa's backside, clad in a short skirt with an exposed zip up the back, and Cuban heels. Ash had worn tight jeans and flat shoes. I already had a hard-on. We reached the car park/picnic site, where there were already a small group gathered. I recognised the couple who had performed in the car and some of the other men were familiar. One of the men and the other woman were new to me. Introductions were made. Lisa and the two other women had a little conference, then Lisa announced; “Jan is watching tonight. Clare is sucking, I’m fucking.” She peeled off her 'T’ shirt, unzipped her skirt and removed it. Underneath it she was naked apart from black hold-ups. There was a thick blanket on one of the picnic tables, she stretched out on her back with her knees up and apart. “Who’s first?” She asked. Clare stripped down her knickers and sat on the bench part of the same table, ready to be fed. Jan’s partner, Marcus, was designated sentinel. It was they who had fucked in the car. Marcus's job was easy, cars could not approach because of the barrier, there was one path in, the one we had used, intruders would be heard. Anyone creeping about otherwise would likely be up to no good and avoid us. It was all very clever, a well-chosen location. Jan joined Marcus, the action could be seen from their guard-post. The first man to present himself to Lisa was a good looking black man in his fifties named Toby. His wiry hair was greying. He pulled his pants down to his ankles allowing a ready erected cock to spring free, and it was quite a specimen. Ash leaned into me and said; “My god, he's huge!” I had noticed. I was to discover later that it was almost nine inches long and just under seven in circumference. He fitted a condom to the thing and positioned it at Lisa's entrance. If I had to wear 'large', his must have been 'XL'! Lisa guided him in, he entered without restriction. Lisa must have been running with juice, as wet as I was hard. There were no preliminaries, it was raw, crude even, but breathtakingly arousing. Adrian was first to avail himself of Clare's mouth, she sucked him to climax. No physical evidence of this, but I could tell from his spasms and her gulps that she was swallowing his gift. She wiped her mouth as he put his equipment away. Then another stiffy was offered for her enjoyment. Adrian went over to Marcus and offered to take his place if Marcus wanted to partake. He had a small discussion with Jan, thanked Adrian, and joined a queue. The men took turns to be primed by Clare's mouth before moving to Lisa's accommodating cunt. Ashley's fingers were digging into my arm hard enough to bruise, she asked me if I wanted to join in, I reminded her that we had agreed to just watch, but oh, did I want to. I don't know who came where, in Clare's mouth or into condoms. Two of the men finished themselves off onto Clare's offered tits, but apart from that… Suddenly, it was over, people drifted away until just Adrian, Lisa and ourselves were left. Ashley and Lisa at one table and Adrian and myself at another. “Way do you think of it so far?”. He joked. “Count me in,” I replied. “But Ash will have to agree.” Adrian nodded at the girls, deep in conversation. “ If anyone can persuade her,” he said. “It's Lisa.” Back in the car, I asked Ash what the were talking about. “I asked her if she was sore,” she replied. “And?” “She said not with just five, she had taken far more than that.” “And?” “Nineteen.” “Nineteen! She must have a Teflon cunt.” “John! Don't be crude.” She castigated. We did not make it to the bedroom, we fucked on the carpet just inside the front door. Then again when we got to bed. I awoke during the night with an erection, which I pressed between her buttocks, she pushed back against me and I guided it inside again. I fell asleep inside her. I was woken up by the feel of her lips around my knob. Wonderful. I was very close to coming. I touched her head to warn her, but she kept sucking. I exploded into her mouth for the first time ever. Wonderful. She looked up at me, mouth closed, slowly opened it so that I could see my cum on her tongue, then swallowed. Wonderful. “Did you enjoy that?”. She said, coquettishly. I smiled and nodded. “Men do,” she informed me. I had to chance it, it was now or never. “Does he?” I said softly. I had suspected that she was seeing someone else, she had been paying much more attention to appearance before leaving for work, not answering her phone at lunchtimes, arriving late home. Little signs. She seemed to tense, she looked down. “Does who?” She said softly. “Your lover.” There, it was out. “I don't have a lover,” she whispered. There was a long pause, and then; “Not any more. I've been meaning to tell you, but…” “Anyone I know?” “Keith.” “Your boss?” She nodded. I had met him, he was rich, powerful, a notorious womaniser, and married. “Often?” She nodded. “Condoms?” She shook her head. “Oh, Ashley.” She was close to tears. “When did it start?” “When we were at the conference in December, you and I had been bad for more than six months, I was lonely, vulnerable and drunk. He was fantastic to be with, I was carried along on his energy, he made me feel like the only woman in the world.” “While, in fact, you were one of his harem?” She nodded. “ I had been warned, I was not the first, but…” “And after that?” “At every opportunity.” “Good god Ashley. Is it finished now?” She nodded. “ He dumped me for a new model. That's why I'm looking for a new job, I can't stay there. Can you forgive me, can we ever be the same as we were?” As we were when? I thought, but I said; “We spent last night in the company of a woman who claims to have fucked nineteen men in a session, I would have liked to be number twenty. Of course you’re forgiven. But on one condition, I want you to tell me about your adventures with him.” “Now?” “No, little by little, like Scheherazade. We will use the stories as fuck-fuel.” “Scheherazade had 1001 nights, Keith and I came nowhere close.” “Improvise, include your wildest fantasies, weave then into the stories. And I want to hear all the words, not willy and pussy, cock and cunt.” I could tell that the idea appealed to her, the sparkle was back. “Agreed,” she said. “But I have a condition too. This sex-in-the woods thing started in Yorkshire didn’t it? I want to know how.” “Agreed.” “And I want to hear all the words,” she added. She leaned forward, licked her lips and carefully enunciated: “Cock, cunt, fuck, spunk.” Then; “What about the sex in the 'our' woods, would you like to see me fucked by other men?” “Very much so.” “I’ll think about it.” She concluded. She nodded at my towering erection, it felt hard enough to break rocks with. “And that,” she said, “can wait until after breakfast. The email from Adrian arrived on Tuesday. I called Ashley at work and asked what she wanted to do. “We will do a show.” She said simply. That night she told me her idea over dinner. It made my hackles rise. And other things, we fucked like snakes that night. Friday came at last. After dinner, Ash disappeared into our bedroom, “To prepare.” When she called me in I almost came on the spot. She had bought a costume for the event. A flimsy white bustier, white stockings and… a white blindfold mask. She wanted them to see her, but; “I don’t want to see them seeing me.” She said. At the time we had a three door VW Golf, the front seats fold down and slide forward to allow access to the rear seats. She got into the back. She had covered up with a light raincoat. Just before we reached the venue, I stopped so that she could remove the coat and don the mask. Then we drove in. I parked up and joined her in the back, locking the doors as per her instructions and turning on the interior light. With the front seats pushed forward, there is a lot of leg room. A small audience had gathered outside. “Are they here?” Ashley asked. I said that they were, she told me to begin. I leaned over and kissed her as I gently lifted each tit out of its cup, kissing each stiff nipple. I placed a hand at junction of her spread legs, she slipped forward to allow my fingers to push into her wet hole, groaning as they entered. She reached down to my crutch, whispering to me to, “Get it out.” I releasing my straining cock, I need not have worried about maintaining an erection in front of an audience. She wanked me as I finger-fucked her. “Are they watching?” She breathed. “Yes,” I replied. “Are they wanking?” They most certainly were. She bent down and sucked my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head in an exaggerated manner. I would not be able to stand too much of this. “Shall I come in your mouth?” I asked. She sat up. “No,” she said. “Come on my tits.” I knelt on the seat, head and shoulders pressed against the roof, and began to wank like a man possessed. She was whimpering, I looked down and realised why, both hands were at her crutch, fingers of one hand pushed deep into her cunt, the middle finger of the other strumming her clit. I had never seen her masturbate, it was too much, my cock erupted. Spurts of spunk went everywhere, some on her tits, some on her face, some on the seat, even on the window alongside her. I realised that the watchers were also coming, firing volleys of their cum on the outside of the windows. I told Ash what was happening, she shuddered into her own orgasm. When her breathing returned to normal, she told me to take her home. The crowd of watchers had dispersed to seek entertainment elsewhere. Once a month, we do a 'big shop' at a supermarket. The following Saturday was it. Shopping done, we were putting the last bags in the back of the car. The rear seats were folded flat to increase the loadspace. "Do you think that we could do it in there?" Ashley asked, nodding at the loaded shopping. "Do what?" I teased. "You know, IT." " But we've just filled it with the shopping." She punched my shoulder. "Probably," I said, "where there's a willy there's a way. We can try later." Much later, when the shopping was all stored, she said; "Come on then. Show me." In the privacy of the garage, we rehearsed. For what, I was not yet sure. But I was interested. It would be possible. And we rehearsed alternative positions. Her on her hands and knees. It was very uncomfortable for me to get into position, due to limited head room. Standing behind the open tailgate. Possible, but dismissed because; "You are not really in the car." She settled on good old missionary. She would lie on the luggage platform. With her knees up, she was within the confines. I had to crawl between her legs, conscious of limited headroom, to get into position. But after all that, she would not let me fuck her, saying; "I'd be black and blue. It needs padding." Nor would she tell me her plan. Adrian’s email arrived on Tuesday as usual, It started by showing a smiley with its tongue hanging out, which I took as approval for our debut performance, then there was the location of the next meeting. That evening, I asked Ash if she wanted to go, and if so, as watchers or show-ers. “I think I’m ready.” She replied. “Ready for what?” I asked. “To play,” she replied. “To be fucked by other men. Isn’t that what you wanted? Question is, are you ready?” Was I? There was only one way to find out. She would not tell me more, just that I was to reply to Adrian saying that we would be playing. Friday was a long time coming. Ashley shut herself in the bedroom again, calling me in when she was ready. She was dressed as previously, except this time everything was in black, I was drooling. She told me her plan. I drooled more. “Who do you want to fuck you?” I asked. A strange question for a man to be asking his wife. She had thought this out too; “You first. Come inside me to provide lubricant for the others. You can then decide who is next. When I have had enough, I will tell you to stop. Make sure that the others are wearing condoms. Oh, and that black bloke, Toby or whatever his name is. I dont think I'm ready for something that big just yet.” I was shocked. Previously, she had never shown any sign of racial prejudice. “Ash?” I blurted. She realised what she had said and how it must have sounded; “Oh, not because he’s black, you idiot. I just don’t think that I’m ready for his massive cock.” It was rubbish of course, there is no such thing as a too-big cock. If a woman is designed to deliver an eight pound baby, probably eighteen inches in length, a nine inch cock will certainly fit. Uncomfortable perhaps, but it will not cause damage. What was making me uncomfortable, was how to allow access to the others, but not him. I decided to explain Ash’s wishes beforehand and when there were two left, including Toby, say that she’d had enough. If the five regulars were present, she would still be fucked by three, plus me. Only four! This time we set the stage (the car) in the privacy of our garage. The back seats were folded down and the back of the car padded with foam rubber, covered by a sheet. Ash sat facing backwards, wearing the black eyemask. But this time she went a step further. At her request, I tied her wrists to the headrests of the front seats. She was now blindfold and bound. I covered her completely with a white net curtain, bought for the purpose, and set out for the rendezvous. We were the last there, as planned. I backed up to the undergrowth at the edge of the car park, leaving enough room to manoeuvre behind the car. Those present gathered by the car and I told them the plan.Thankfully sparing my embarrassment, Toby was not present. I lifted the tailgate, causing the interior lights to come on, and like a magician, swept away Ash’s cover. There was a murmur from the crowd, which intensified as Ash slid towards the open tailgate so that she was more lying than sitting, raising her knees and opening her legs. Her gaping cunt glistened with her juice. I pushed my jeans and underpants to my knees, my cock was bone hard. I guided it to the offered slot and gently pushed, entering in a single thrust. Ash moaned exaggeratedly. I began to fuck her, I knew that I would not last long and had no intention of trying, this was a show fuck. Sure enough, I delivered a generous amount of lubricant in just a few strokes. I pulled out, my spunk oozing from her hole. There was a supply of condoms (various sizes) in a box near the tailgate, I offered the box to Adrian. He was to have the honour. He chose one. I pulled up my pants as he lowered his, rolled on the rubber and positioned himself for entry. I held my breath as his long, slim prick entered her. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her, but Ash turned her head to one side to prevent it. Supporting his weight on his arms, he fucked her with short, fast strokes. Ash grunted with each in-stroke. Adrian grunted as he discharged into the condom and quickly withdrew. It was done. I had watched my lovely wife get fucked by another man. My cock was rigid again, but there were others who had been promised the privilege. They all had their pants round their ankles, cocks up and ready and being primed for action by the three women present. I pointed to Marcus and handed him a rubber. Before long, he too was thrusting into my wife. Her tits bounced to his thrusts, she continued the grunting in time to his strokes. I did not even know the name of the next man in line, he rolled on a condom. He quickly fucked my wife and withdrew to allow the final cock to be pumped up and pushed into Ashley's by now well used fuck-hole. He too, was anonymous, just a nameless, hard cock. Ashley showed no sign of having had enough, all around us were re-erected penises, being primed for seconds, should I call a halt? Or lead the second wave myself, how many was enough? Ash may have been counting, but blindfold as she was, she had no idea of how many were available. But when number four had withdrawn his depleted joystick, she told me that she had had enough, and to take her home. I called a halt, draped the net over her, closed the tailgate and drove towards the exit of the car park with her still tied, blindfold and spread. I stopped at the exit and released her. She removed the blindfold, donned her raincoat and took her place beside me in the passenger seat. She was silent all the way home, only when the car was in the garage did she speak; "How many did I have?" " Four," I replied. "Five if you count me. All of us." We went straight to bed, she wanted to shower before bed, but I stopped her. I wanted to fuck her with the scent of four strangers on her. I fucked like a man possessed, making her final score six times. Before we went to sleep, Ash told me that it was my turn next, that I could now fuck all the women. "Perhaps not in one session though. " I quipped. "No, and that's why a group like this needs more men than women. No staying power. Three cocks per cunt would probably do it." We had come a long way in a short time.