A bit about us, I am Mal and I live, with my partner Greg, on the beautiful north coast of Scotland, which is pretty much the back of beyond.  We go to bed when the sun sets and likewise, we get up with it the following morning with the sunrise.
We are both athletic outdoorsy people in our 30’s and love wild camping, hiking etc.
My partner Greg is the ultimate cuckold. 

I guess that we have all done the dogging scene haven’t we?  There is a great place where we used to go to when we lived down south near Stamford.  It is called Southy Woods and a great dogging hangout, or it was back in the day.
Southy Woods has a pretty big car park which is set back through the tree’s and well off the road.  From the car park there are several trails that lead down to the picnic area then more trails going off to other places. 
During the day the picnic area with its benches and tables is a great place for families to hang out but as soon as the sun goes down it becomes something totally different.

We had arranged to meet a couple of guys whom we knew through dating/swinging groups but as is usual, people we arrange on line to meet seldom turn up.  Tonight, was going to be no exception.
We pulled into the car park just as the sun was setting and there was a tiny summer chill in the air that made my nipples stand out.   All that I wore was a sports bra and jogging pants.  
It wasn’t long before the guys milling about in the car park gravitated to our car because I was the only female there by all accounts. They soon started chatting to us through the open windows.  The banter was light hearted.
 
I had slid down in my seat a little and my pants were tight into my crutch.  I really don’t care for the phrase “camel toe” but even so, in the dim light of the car’s interior light it was clear that that is what I had.  I felt somebodies hand touch my shoulder through the open window.  He must have taken it as I sign that it was OK when I didn’t complain.    He then slid his hand down and inside my bra.  He had very soft hands I recall.  Firstly, he cupped my breast then stroked his thumb over my erect nipple.  I carried on chatting as best I could but I was getting truly aroused.  My nipples are extremely sensitive. It didn’t help none when one of the guys noticed me squirming in my seat and remarked that I was getting horney because of my ‘camel toe’.  There is no denying that I had an itch that needed scratching.  Things were moving pretty quickly for sure.  Some of the guys already had their cocks out and were clearly stroking themselves.

For the first time since we parked up Greg turned to me and asked me if I fancied stretching my legs.  I said “Why not”.  I asked the guy stroking my breast if there was any place to sit seeing as how this was our first time here.  He mentioned the picnic area.  “That will do” said I.

Greg and I exited the car. 
The fella who had been stroking my breast, whom I shall call the titman, took my hand and led me along a track and through some trees.  I looked around and had no idea where Greg was so I let this stranger lead me on.  Not many steps along I felt somebody on the other side of me slip their arm around my waist.  The titman stopped and turning to face me, kissing me long and deep.  While he was doing it, I felt my bra getting undone then before I knew it somebody had literally whipped my pants down and was fingering my bum hole.  So, I was naked.  Titman stopped kissing me and in the moon light I could see half a dozen or so guys just milling around.  Holy fuck, this was so scary that I nearly came then and there.
Titman led me down to the picnic area, the group followed.  A guy on my right who had his arm around my waist but his hand kept slipping down to my bum then he would stroke his finger up the crack between my buttocks then start again. I have no idea what had happened to my clothes.  Things got a bit mixed up from here on in.

The picnic area was bathed in a surreal glow from the full moon.  I wasn’t sure how this would play out so I just went with the flow.  Titman had his tongue down my throat again.  I reached out and found a couple of cocks and I held on to them to help me keep my balance.
The next thing that I knew was that I was bent over one of the narrow tables, my legs instinctively opened and the first cock of the night slipped easily into my pussy.  As I let out a moan, I had another cock slip into my mouth which stopped me making any noise apart from the odd slurp and  “Mmm”.   The guy behind me was holding my hips and pumping my pussy pretty hard.  The guys milling around were all chatting and passing lewd comments.   With an almighty push the guy behind me rammed his cock as far into my cunt as he could and I came for the first time that night.  The guy in my mouth pulled out just before he shot his load and ended up shooting it onto my face and into my hair.  I also felt something wet splashing onto my back and bum cheeks so I guess that the guy behind me had finished as well.
Next I was rolled over and laid upon narrow table with my head hanging over the edge.  My legs were lifted up and opened then I felt the tell tail signs of a tongue licking my pussy.  He licked all the way down my bum crack then up, pausing to rim my butt hole then up to my clit then down again.  This guy knew what he was doing.  All the time guys were groping my tits.  One guy lent down and slipped his tongue into my mouth as my head hung over the edge of the table then he proceeded to try to lick my tonsils, he nearly got there as well.
I was a little disappointed when the rhythm guy stopped licking me but then I felt a hard cock slip into my pussy so all good again.  This guy was a rhythm man because he kept up a steady onslaught of in and out and in and out.  It was like he was in no rush and I was happy to let things rock.
Soon the tonsil tickler guy held my head as his cock brushed my lips then slid into my mouth.  This guy held my head tightly as he fucked his cock right to the back of my mouth and near on down my throat.  His balls were slapping against my nose.  He would pull out just long enough for me to take a quick breath before he rammed it in again.  Each time he rammed it in more forcefully.  My gag reflex tried to kick in but he was having none of it and kept ramming his cock into my throat, he was sailing in uncharted waters for me because I had never been able to deep throat and after this, who knows.  I shall file that away for later.  In the meantime, saliva and other stuff from my throat was dripping off his cock, over my face and blocking up my nose.  
Hands were all over me, mauling every part of my body.  It wasn’t long before the guy ramming the inside of my throat gripped my head real hard and he pumped his hot man spunk straight into my throat.  It was really scary; I didn’t think that he was going to stop and I couldn’t breathe, I thought that I was going to pass out.  Eventually he relaxed his grip, eased his cock out while I was coughing and spluttering trying to catch my breath but these guys had other ideas.
I had little time to ponder what had happened to the rhythm man because before I knew it 2 guys had hauled me off the table and laid me on the cold grass then another guy was soon between my legs and going hell for leather with his cock grinding in and out of my pussy.  My mind was in a haze.  His breath stank of smoke, he kissed me hard and mouthed some profanity at me as he shot his load into me.  Way too soon he was replaced by another.  It got to the stage where I didn’t know who was doing what or where or even when the guys were swapping over.  Goodness knows how long this went on for.  It was just one after the other.   Sometime during all of this I had been flipped over onto my stomach and then a cock slid into my butt hole.  There was plenty of lubricant because of the spunk and pussy juice slopping around.

Eventually things seemed to slow down.  I looked around and there were only a few guys left chatting and smoking.  I felt somebody help me up and sat me on one of the benches.  It was Greg “Where the fuck was you?” I asked 
“I wasn’t far away; in fact I was filming it on my phone.  Maybe we should get you back to the car.”  I had no idea what happened to my clothes and to be honest that was the last thing on my mind.  All that I wanted right now was a long hot bath and a G&T.
When we got to the car park there were only a couple of cars remaining.

Arriving home Greg got the bath filling while I showered then I slipped into the glorious hot water with my G&T.

This was our first go at dogging and back then we didn’t know the dogging etiquette so things got way out of hand.   Suffice to say that following this free-for-all we both went to the Gento Urinary Clinic (Clap clinic to the uninitiated) and got checked over.  6 weeks later the results came back clear.  We had obviously dodged a bullet.  From there on in we set up some ground rules.  Greg always carries condoms with him to hand out so…. no condom=no penetration and you can cum over me as much as you like but not in me.  It is what it is but we still have great times.  We go to the GUC every 6 months to be tested and to date neither of us has ever had an STD. 
Seriously, being promiscuous doesn’t mean that you can’t practice safe sex.
   
Our future dogging sessions were a lot less frantic.  We go to dogging spots, select a couple of guys and invite them back to our hotel for fun and frolics but that’s another story.