My name is Mal and I live with my partner Greg on the beautiful north coast of Scotland on our croft.  It is pretty basic, a cottage and some land.  Both Greg and myself are athletic out doorsey people and in our early 30’s.
We have had several adventures where it highlighted just how much of a cuck Greg is and my wanton desire for sex especially with random strangers.  I know, it makes me sound like a hussy but if we enjoy it and nobody gets hurt then this is our life.  What we do with others is just sex whereas when it is Greg and I then it is on a different plain altogether.

A couple of years back we borrowed a friend’s motorhome to do a little touring round the Lincolnshire Wolds.  Because we live amongst the Monros, we figured that the flatness of Lincolnshire would make a pleasant change. We had had a great couple of weeks and were heading back up to Doncaster to return the motorhome. 
We stopped off for the night at a layby just north of Sleaford on the A17.  It is a long lay-by shielded from the road by a lot of trees and bushes.  It was obviously the part of the old road.
We parked up near the top of the layby which was level, where as the rest of it was on a long slope downhill.

There were a couple of lorries with curtains across the windows.  It was a gloriously hot afternoon.  Greg was just wearing shorts while I had on a little skirt that just about cover my bum, pants and a white blouse tied in a knot under my boobs.  My boobs are not big enough to need a bra so that was me sorted.  Greg opened up the motorhome door and sat on the bench by the table that converts to a double bed while I got him a beer from the fridge and poured myself a glass of wine.  
It was late afternoon.  Greg said that it seemed like a busy lay-by with the cars just driving up and down.  They would get to the top, turn around and go back down the lay-by then moments later they would come back up and repeat.  Having visited a few dogging lay-bys I knew exactly what this lay-by was. 

After about 10 minutes or so there was a knock on the side of the motorhome and a chap popped his head around the doorway.  “Excuse me” he said “I am parked up in the lorry behind you and I have run out of water for a brew.  I wonder if you had a bottle to spare.”  He looked like a seasoned trucker, maybe about 50+, a little rough around the edges and in fact my ideal man.  I love older men because they know where everything is and how to use it.  He was wearing shorts and a string vest.
All the while he was looking at my legs. I knew that he could see my knickers as he was turning red for sure.  It isn’t rocket science to know what was going on in his head.  Greg winked at me; we both knew where this was going to end up.  I decided to play coy. 
“We have a couple of bottles to spare” Greg said “Can you reach up and get them off the bed hun?” The motorhome is the sort that has a bunk bed over the top of the front cab.    
I stood up and reached up onto the bed, I was sure to stand close to the door way so that this gentleman of the road had a good view.
“There you go” I said handing him the bottles before taking my seat again. 
“Do you fancy a tinny mate?” Greg asked.  The guy’s eye’s lit up probably at the thought of spending some time with us or me in particular.
“Sure thing” the guy said. 
“I am Mal and this is Greg” I said as I patted the seat beside me “Come in and sit down”.
“I am Frank” the guy stammered out.  We shook hands and Frank took his seat beside me.  These seats are not very big so two people is a nice squeeze. 
We made small talk for a while. I sipped my wine and the boys their beer.  After a short while Greg said that he was bursting to go and visit mother nature for a wee.  As he got up, he knocked the table and some of my wine spilt.  It ran across the table and onto Franks shorts.  Frank jumped up and the table went flying.  I managed to grab my wine glass and thankfully the boy’s beer cans were empty. 
Frank was full of apologies while Greg rushed for the door to pea in the bushes.  I assured Frank that it wasn’t problem, no harm down.  Then I noticed the bulge in his shorts.  He went even redder.  Without thinking a reached out and grabbed the bottoms of his shorts, I gave one yank down and instantly his shorts were around his ankles releasing his cock.  It sprang up like it was on elastic and a handsome looking cock it was.  Maybe as long as my hand from wrist to finger tips and really fat.  He had a huge pair of balls hanging down beneath it that reminded me of one of our neighbours’ boars, they were huge.
Before Frank could utter a single syllable, my hand was around his cock and he was in my mouth.  Greg stuck his head around the door and said something like “Oh yea, what’s going on here then?”  before adding “Is that nice hun?” 
All I could reply was “Mmmmmm”.  Greg had come in and sat down opposite us then reaching between Franks legs he took hold of his huge balls.
Pretty soon Franks hands were on the back of my head and strange grunting noises were coming from him.  His grip tightened on my head then he was cumming in my mouth.  Oh, lovely lovely lovely man juice.   
“Oh man” Greg said as he rolled Franks balls around in his hand, “I could feel him pumping his cum into your mouth”. 
Poor old Frank, it had all happened so quickly that he didn’t know what to do.  He bent down and pulled his shorts up, picked up his up his two bottles of water and then he was gone.  I looked at Greg and him at me them we both laughed. 

Some of Frank’s sperm had run down onto my white top so as Greg folded the table away and stowed it on the top bunk, I took my top off ready to change it. 
Before I had chance to get another top I saw a head pop around the door way.  “Are you two, OK? I saw that fella run out of your motorhome as if he had just seen a ghost.”
“Yea, we are OK” Greg said “Mal here has just given him a blow job and I wonder if he has ever had one before” We all three laughed.  The guy was certainly not as old as our friend Frank and he had a cheeky way about him.
“A blow job you say?” the fella asked.  “How does that work then?”
“Well” Said Greg “You get your cock out and shove it into Mal’s mouth and then she blows you off, hence the phrase ‘A blow job’”
“Interesting” said the guy “It’s a while since I had a blow job.  Would you mind?” he kinda asked Greg but kept looking at my tits and stepping up into our motorhome.  I just smiled and then there was another cock in front of me seeking my attention.  This one was not as big as Franks and certainly not as fat but it was a hard cock and I know exactly what to do with one of those.  He had a big foreskin.  I rolled it right up to cover his bellend then slowly I rolled it as far back as I could until the skin over his glands went tight and the hole at the end opened up.  I put my tongue in the hole before rolling his foreskin all the way over his helmet again to conceal the angry purple head.   I could see out of the corner of my eye that Greg had his cock out as well and it was standing mighty proud for sure. 
Now it was time for me to do my party piece, a nice slow blow job.  As I rolled my hand down his cock I slipped it into my mouth.  As my mouth went down his shaft, I took my hand away and continuing forward until his entire cock was in my mouth and his balls were on my chin.  I started up a steady rhythm of sliding my mouth backwards until his cock was nearly out of my mouth where I took a breath before sliding his cock all the way in to my throat and back again.  I kept this going slowly for a while.  I have never met a man yet who could hold on for long when they are getting a real deep throat experience.  So it was with this guy, He too was soon holding my head as he pushed his cock into me and then he held it still, half in and half out of my mouth where he shot the entire contents of his balls sack into the back of my mouth.   I must be losing my touch because I never felt it coming
I don’t know why but guys always seem to want to get away after they have shot their load and this guy was no different. With a thankyou he too was gone.

I slipped into another blouse while Greg got another beer and refilled my wine glass.  This was a great way to chill out after an hour of jollies.  We are used to having spontaneous encounters so this was nothing new. 

Later as dusk was falling and the air had cooled a little, we went for a walk down the lay-by.  It was a good half mile long.  Greg and I had our arms around each other’s waist.   There was maybe half a dozen or so cars parked up down the bottom end with a few of the drivers just standing around chatting. Greg said “Hi” and they replied likewise.  To break the ice, I mentioned that this is a very agricultural area to live.  One of the guys asked if I was cold.  I asked him what made him think that and he replied “Because your nipples are sticking out”.
Greg came straight back with “She always gets like that when she is horney”.  That kind of opened up the conversation to some very saucy banter.  Not being happy with that Greg then added to it by saying that it was my birthday and nobody had given me a birthday kiss.   That was like an open invitation to these guys. 
A tall skinny bloke said “In that case may I wish you a very happy birthday” and then I was in his arms and he was licking the inside of my mouth.  It wasn’t a long kiss even though I had to come up for air then another guy wished me happy birthday and I was in his arms, his hands were on my bum.  Somebody came behind me and pulled my pants down.  I later found out that it was Greg.  Another guy wished me happy birthday then, before I knew it, I was naked with many hands all over my body.  Somebody bent me over and his cock slipped into my mouth.  ‘Third cock today’ I thought.  Very soon I felt somebody behind me, he ran his cock up and down the lips of my pussy then with his hands on my hips he was inside of me.  I tried to keep the cock of the fella in front of me in my mouth.  The guy behind me was really going at it, it was rough, raw sex.  Soon he came inside of me.  I was still attempting to look after the guy in my mouth.  It wasn’t easy but he eventually shot his load of cum, partly in my mouth and partly in my hair.  I could feel fingers in my pussy and somebody else was fingering my butt hole. 
Without warning I was lifted up and laid onto the bonnet of a car.  My feet were pulled high and wide then I felt a body lay over me, he stank of beer and fags but his cock felt huge as it stretched me.  Oh lord, I tried to let out a scream but nothing came out.  Then he was riding me.  His breath stank.  He was spitting and drawling over my face and mothing dirty obscenities at me.  When his tongue went into my mouth, I thought that I would throw up but his glorious cock just kept riding in and out of me.  I was like a surfer on top of a wave, a dirty wave.             Somebody was mauling my aching tits all the while Mr Stinky’s breath was right in my face.  And then he came, a fast and furious banging away at my cunt.  Oh, how I love to be taken and he took me.  As he withdraw from me I felt a tang of loss but I didn’t have long to wait as another cock replaced Mr Stinky's.
I have no idea how many guys fucked me after Mr Stinky, they all seemed to merge into one.  Eventually, no matter how I tried to go on I was absolutely fucked. 
Greg said “That’s enough guys, I think that she needs a break”.  Oh how right he was.  My clothes had disappeared so Greg gave me his T shirt to wear and slowly he helped me back up the lay-by to our motorhome.  We didn’t have an onboard shower so Greg drew off a bowl of warm water and tried to wash me down before I went in inside and flopped down on the seat.  He poured me a huge glass of wine.  After half an hour I was starting to get my breath back. 
I looked at Greg and smiled.  He asked me how much I remembered.  All that I could remember was Mr Stinky.  Greg said that he was a tramp and as he saw the look on the guys face as he was about to mount me he didn’t have the heart to stop him.
Well, I gotta say that Mr Stinky was an opportunity ticked off my bucket list that wasn't even on it!