Written by geeandjay
8 Dec 2011
An old dogging story retold
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Jill and I had gone out for a drive. It was a Thursday and I had taken the day off, so we thought we would go over to Lancashire and make a day of it. The weather was nice, it was late May and my wife had dressed accordingly in a very demure Laura Ashley dress, off white with pink flowers, which buttoned up the front. Underneath she wore matching bra, pants and suspender belt, which we had bought the previous weekend. They were cream and red, and looked really sexy. She finished her outfit off with cream coloured stockings and red high heels with a thin ankle strap.
We were heading for a place called Crown Point near Burnley. On the way to Burnley there are (or were) some public toilets at the side of the road and I pulled in there to check if there was any action. There was another car parked up which was empty. Jill sat in our car while I went into the Gents. It was only a small toilet, with a urinal against the wall and a washbasin, and one single cubicle. As I got in there the cubicle was occupied so I stood at the urinal and got my cock out as I read the graffiti that was on the wall. As I stood there wanking my now erect cock I looked to my right and I could see the guy in the cubicle watching me. He was bent down and looking through a hole in the door (what the Americans call a 'glory hole'). I turned towards him and carried on wanking. He took this as a signal and stood up, placing his cock through the hole in the door.
As I walked towards the door I heard someone else walking up the path outside, so I zipped myself up and walked out of the toilet, past an oldish bloke going in. I sat back in the car, and Jill smiled sexily at me as she put her hand onto my still erect prick.
"Now what have you been doing in there, you dirty little bugger? Were there any good stories?" she asked me, continuing to rub my erection.
"There was someone in the cubicle" I said, "so I could only see one or two on the wall by the stalls."
"Tell me then, what did they say?" she asked me as her left hand dropped down to her lap and pressed down between her legs. As she did this, the old bloke came out of the toilet and got in the car in front of us, and then drove off.
"Oh just the usual darling. You know - 'would you like me to fuck your wife while you watch' and 'undie wearer seeks wank pal', that sort of thing." Jill loved the stories and loved to hear me talk about them. She had opened a couple of buttons on her dress and her left hand was now inside her knickers.
"Look there's someone else coming out now. It must be empty. Why don’t you go in again and have a look," she said. The chap in question was parked behind us and as he walked past our car he slowed slightly and looked in at us.
"Go, on quick, before someone else turns up." I got out of the car and went back into the toilets. The cubicle was empty and I went in and locked the door. The walls and door were covered in messages. The council had been round recently and painted a lot of them out but there were plenty of new ones written over the grey paint. There was one particularly good story, scribbled in pencil, from a bloke who said he had come in the toilets with his wife. There were also lots of references to meeting places. Crown Point was mentioned and the toilets near Towneley Hall. On the back wall behind the cistern, someone had knocked a hole through the wall and you could see through to the ladies toilet next door. Naturally I had a look, but the line of sight just showed halfway up the door which was open and beyond it the outside wall. I wondered if it was actually possible to see when someone was in there.
I left the toilets and went back to the car. The guy in the suit was still parked up behind us.
I could see that Jill was in a state of excitement and as I closed, and locked, the car door she leant across to me.
"That chap has walked past the car twice", she whispered. "The last time he stopped by the window and I could see he had a hard on. How about you darling? Were there some good stories?" Jill placed her right hand on my stiff cock.
"Look he's coming back."
The chap behind got out of his car again and as he walked past us we could clearly see that he was carrying a magazine. He went back into the toilet.
"Did you see that mag? Do you think he's going to play with himself?" Jill's hand went back into her pants and she started to finger herself. I could tell she was getting herself into the mood in a big way. I thought I'd encourage her.
"He’s probably sat on the toilet right now. Wanking his stiff cock as he reads the stories and looks at the porn mag."
"Oh yes, yes." Jill was into it now, frigging herself, oblivious to the cars and wagons driving past.
"Why don't you go into the ladies and have a look? There's a hole in the wall you can see through."
"Really?”she replied. "But will it be safe?"
"Don't worry. You'll be ok if you can lock the door. I don't suppose there will be many women stopping here for a pee, do you? And you've got a key to the car, just in case I need to go to the toilet. I won't be far away."
"What, you are going to the gents? You little perv," she said, laughing.
Jill waited for a break in the traffic and got out of the car. She walked back and up the path, her high heels clicking loudly on the pavement. She turned to look back at me and then ducked into the toilets.
As soon as she disappeared I got out of the car and walked quietly into the gents. The cubicle was locked and I went to stand by the door. I bent down to the hole in the door but the loo was round to the left and I could just see the back of the guy, stood facing the wall where the hole was. I could clearly hear Jill's heels clicking on the tiled floor next door. I had my cock out and was wanking, just praying that no-one else disturbed us. I looked through the hole again and could just see the guy who was now standing on the toilet seat. I could see that his trousers were down by his ankles. I suddenly became aware that he was talking, and his voice got louder. I could also hear the unmistakeable sound of him masturbating.
"Nice tits love. Yes that's it, Squeeze your nipples. Yes. Fuck me." Then a pause and the sound of him wanking faster.
"Yes, go on, pull down your pants. Finger yourself for me. I bet you want me to come round there and give you a good fucking, don't you. Go on. Tell me you want fucking. While your husband watches."
I could hear Jill shouting out from the other side of the wall.
"Oh yes fuck me with your big cock," she called out and then there was a loud cry from her. I could imagine her fingers buried in her cunt as her juices ran down her stockinged legs.
There was a loud grunt from inside the cubicle and I presumed the guy had also come. I zipped myself up and walked quickly out to the car. I had only just got into the car when Jill came out from the toilets. I opened the car for her and she sat down, her face flushed. She was breathing heavily. In her hand she had a folded magazine.
"A present for you darling," she whispered, as she opened the pages at the centre spread, showing a couple of well-endowed blokes in a threesome with a young blonde girl. The pages were covered in thick, white spunk, which ran down onto Jill's dress.
Jill dipped her fingers into the sticky mess that covered the magazine.
"Just smell that cum, darling," she said, holding her fingers out to me.
I knelt forward and breathed in the strong, unforgettable, odour of salty sperm. It always reminded me of swimming baths, a pungent chlorine-like smell.
"Quick, tell me what happened in there," I said, as I touched myself.
"Let's go somewhere a bit more private," Jill said, putting the porn mag down on the car floor. "I can help you with that while I tell you all about it," she added, putting her hand on to my cock. As she did this, the stranger appeared from the toilet and walked down the path and past our car. He slowed momentarily as he passed the window and Jill made a show of rubbing my cock through the thin material of my trousers. He carried on past us and got into his own car.
I started the car engine, and drove off in the direction of Burnley. Jill had turned in her car seat in order to clean the spunk that had dripped onto her dress with some tissues. She glanced back at the traffic behind us.
"He's following us," she said excitedly. "What shall we do?"
"Well go up to Crown Point and see if anything is happening. Best not do that till we get there or I may drive off the road," I said to Jill as she had lifted her dress up to clean the material, and had exposed her stocking tops, for all to see.
"Spoilsport," she laughed as she pulled her dress down.
In a few minutes we had turned off the main road and were climbing up the hill to Crown Point. At the top of the hill we turned left, over the cattle grid, and drove a bit further on to the parking area on the left. It was a glorious day by now, the sun shining down, and just a light breeze blowing. We parked up, and I turned toward Jill.
"Go on then, tell me what happened." I lowered the car seat slightly and moved it back, so that I could relax. Jill shuffled over, unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my cock. She started to wank me off as she spoke.
"When I got into the toilet, I went in the end cubicle and I could see straight through to the gent's. That chap was staring straight at me through the hole and I almost bottled it, but then he started talking dirty and I suddenly felt really horny."
"Could you see his cock", I asked her, and groaned slightly as I felt her wanking me faster.
"No, but then he must have stood on the toilet seat, and I could suddenly see him, playing with himself. It must have been about 9 inches long, and a gorgeous shape. He then shouted at me, well it was odd really, more like a really loud whisper. His voice sounded strange. He asked me if I was wearing stockings and to stand on the toilet and show him. So I did, but it was a bit difficult in these heels. I unbuttoned my dress and let him look at me as he told me what to do."
"Yes I heard him talking to you. I also heard you say you wanted fucking, you dirty cow."
"Yes I know, Jesus I was so hot, and then when he passed the magazine through to me with his spunk all over it, I just had this amazing orgasm."
As Jill said this, we both became aware of another car pulling in off the road. We both turned to look to our left and saw that the car from the toilets was parking up.
"Oh, my God, he's here," said Jill.
"It's ok," I said. "Don't stop Jill. Carry on playing with my cock. Let's see what he does. I'll just get the towel from the back to put on your seat. We don't want you coming all over the car seats, do we?"
I reached back for the towel, and Jill shuffled about until she was comfortable, and then leant back over toward me and continued to wank me off. She was doing it with really long, slow movements, stopping slightly at the top and bottom of each stroke. The guy had stepped out of his car and now walked over to ours. He came round to my side of the car and gazed down at Jill's movements. Jill stopped and looked back up at him, and as she did this he put his hand forward and unzipped himself. His long, thick cock sprang out, fully erect, and Jill gasped as she watched him start to wank himself off.
"Just look at that cock. Do you like it, Peter? I do." I did like it, and I lay back, enjoying the sensation of being wanked off while I watched another bloke play with himself.
"God I'm wet, touch me. Now." Jill moved back to her side of the car and started to unbutton her dress. Our voyeur from the toilets turned away for a second and covered himself up as a solitary car went past on the road. He then walked round to the passenger side to see Jill undoing the last button and letting her dress fall open to show her bra, pants and suspender belt, the taught straps leading down to her stockings. I leaned over and across her to release the seat and move it back, and then let down the recliner so that she was lying almost flat on the car seat. She looked bloody sexy and so did our friend outside, his hand grasping his thick cock and wanking it slowly as he watched my wife.
Jill's eyes were fixed firmly on the man outside as I started to finger her, my hands pushing her knickers to one side.
As I did this, our friend leaned forward and tapped on the window, signalling us to wind it down.
Jill moaned and squirmed in the seat. "Yes, do it. Do what he wants. Please."
I touched the switch and the window wound slowly down. I let it fall right to the door frame.
A waft of welcoming fresh air flowed into the car, which had got quite warm with all the action. Jill looked up and bit her lip as she saw the huge cock close up.
"My name's Peter," our voyeur said. His voice was deep and almost hoarse, his mouth dry from the excitement of the sex.
"Is she your wife?" he asked me, as he nudged his cock through the car, and continued to wank himself.
"Yes," I replied. "Jill."
"Take your frilly little pants off Jill. Let's have a look at your fanny," Peter ordered.
I took my hand away, and Jill lifted her knees up. As she did this, her left leg nudged against Peter's cock and she let it rest there for a moment, rubbing the fabric of the stocking against him. She looked superb, her knickers lodged tight between her cunt lips. In one slow movement she pulled her pants free and lifted them up and over her shoes.
At that moment a car slowed on the nearby road, and Peter quickly covered himself up. The car turned off the road, and slowly drove onto the parking area, stopping just a few yards away from ours. Jill quickly made herself decent as Peter turned away and walked over to the other car. We looked across and could see an elderly chap get out of the car and chat for a few moments to Peter. They both then walked back towards us.
Peter spoke, through the still open car window. "It's ok. I know him. He just wants to watch. He's called Frank." Luckily, Frank had parked his car at an angle and we could not be seen now by cars passing on the road. "Now Jill, show us all those sexy undies again, and let me have those wet knickers." Jill unbuttoned her dress again, quite slowly, for the benefit of our new voyeur. As she did this, we both looked at him, and saw the excitement on his face as Jill's stockings came into view. The old fellow reached down and unzipped himself, producing a very impressive hard on. Jill then reached up and passed her pants to Peter. Immediately he raised them to his face. "She smells sweet, doesn't she, your wife Jill? Let's see how she feels.”
Peter then opened the passenger door and stood next to Jill. He put his left hand down between her legs and quickly slipped one and then two fingers into her waiting cunt, and then started to finger-fuck her, lifting her arse off the seat with each thrust. I watched fascinated, my own hand pulling frantically at my cock, as Jill suddenly shouted out, arched her body and collapsed back into the seat, her orgasm gushing fanny juice out over Peter's fingers and onto the towel.
"Fucking hell, said Peter, that's what I call an orgasm. Now, what can you do for me?
Well, Jill, do you want me to fuck you now, while your husband watches? Shall I fill you up with my spunk?"
Jill gazed up at him, and at his cock, which he was slowly wanking, but before she could answer, Peter spoke again.
"I think I want to see hubby fucking you while you wank me off. Jack, come round here and get on top of her." I waited for a moment while a couple more cars passed on the road and then walked round the car and climbed in the passenger side. Jill opened her legs wide, so that I could kneel between them.
Peter then leant forward and put his right hand behind Jill's head and pulled her face up towards him, at the same time nudging his cock forward and pushing it into Jill's mouth. Her lips parted and her right hand came up to hold it and then wank it, as she sucked and licked the bell end.
"Now, stick your cock up her while she sucks me off," Peter ordered. I immediately pushed into Jill, grateful at last to feel the hot wetness of my wife close tightly around my aching cock. I started to fuck her slowly, trying to hold back my building orgasm. Jill was sucking greedily on Peter's cock, wanking it with both hands. The old bloke had shuffled forward now and was stood next to Peter, when Peter suddenly pulled his cock away from Jill and shoved Frank forwards.
"Suck the old guy off Jill. Come on love get your hands round his bollocks." I was bent forward over Jill as I was fucking her, and I watched as Jill's lips closed around Frank's cock. It was thinner than Peter's and the skin was really pale. His large balls were hanging down, with tufts of grey pubic hair sticking out from his pants. As Jill relaxed his cock went completely into her throat, his balls resting on the side of her face.
At the sight of this I felt myself coming and groaned out loud as I emptied my load up Jill's cunt. At the same time, Peter had stood back and pulled Jill's knickers from his pocket. As the first jet of spunk shot from his cock, he directed it into Jill's silky cream and red panties. Some of it spilled out of his hand and fell onto Jill's suspender belt and thighs. Jill rocked back in the seat, another orgasm shooting her hot juices out over me and onto the seat. Her movements caused Frank's cock to slide back from her lips, and has he stood there a thin stream of sperm pulsed gently from the end of his cock and dribbled down onto Jill's stockings. I watched, fascinated, at the difference between their spunk, Frank's runny and yellow, and Peter's in thick white globules.
As I pulled out of Jill and sat back, Peter leant forward and showed us Jill's pants, now filled with his sticky mess. Some of it ran down from his hand and onto Jill's legs as he leant forward and shoved them into Jill's fanny, pushing them right up into her.
"See you later love. Give me a ring if you want fucking next time." He dropped a business card on the seat and, zipping himself up, turned and went back to his car.
Frank was still stood there, looking down at Jill. He looked at me and I just nodded and he put his hand down to feel Jill's stockinged legs.
Frank spoke for the first time. "Do you want to come back to my house? We can relax, and I can watch you with your wife. I've got some good videos and I've got some nice sexy undies that she can wear." As he said this, his cock started to get stiff again and so did mine. It was one of our best fantasies - to have sex together with a really old bloke watching. Even better would be to see him fucking Jill……….to be continued