My story is about somebody else’s secret life, but I suppose I should start by telling you a bit about myself. I am 31 years of age, single and I live with my widowed mother. My Dad died 10 years ago, Mum is in her 60’s and doesn’t enjoy the best of health, so I feel a responsibility to make sure she is OK. I am single by choice, I don’t really want to settle down yet as I enjoy the single life. Besides, looking after Mum makes me reluctant to take on the responsibility of a wife, and possibly family. I am 5’ 10” tall, 13 stone so you will guess that I am reasonably fit. I don’t smoke, although I do drink a bit, though not excessively. Over the years, I have had a number of regular girlfriends and am no stranger to sex but, as soon as they start to get serious or talk about settling down, I tend to back off. I have a plentiful supply of sex, if I want it, and there is a dogging spot about 10 miles from where I live, where I can go when I feel the need. I’m not going to tell you where it is, as it has not yet come to the attention of the local constabulary, and the people I meet there would not be happy if I let the cat out of the bag. It is a small country park with a car park set back about half a mile from the main road, so it is quite secluded and safe. Mainly, it is other guys that I see there, but there are also a few couples who like to be watched while they fuck, usually inside their car, and the guys will stand around the car wanking. Occasionally, the woman will get out of the car after her husband/partner has fucked her so that she can wank a couple of the guys, which usually ends with them cumming over her face or tits. Sometimes there is a pair of women who turn up together, scantily dressed to suck or wank a few guys. They seem to be there to protect each other, and one of them will stand nearby while the other takes her pleasure and, once she is thoroughly splattered with spunk, they will change places. So, the majority of action there is wanking and blow jobs, although there are some occasions when a woman will want more and, with this possibility, I always carry a few condoms. It feels like a pleasant social gathering, I know most people’s names (or at least the names they choose to be known by) and there is a lot of chat and banter exchanged during the course of an evening. My story relates to a middle aged couple who turn up every few weeks, always when the weather is fine, for their bit of fun. The husband (I assume they are married as they both wear wedding bands) is obviously there as a minder for the lady and he never takes part in anything, but stands close by to watch. As time has progressed, the wife has become more daring and I would have thought he would at least have got his cock out for a wank, but he doesn’t seem to even get an erection. They arrive in a beat-up old Ford Focus that looks as though it has seen better days. The wife is always provocatively dressed, sometimes with no bra and a see-through blouse if the weather is very warm, sometimes in a long coat, which you are left to wonder what she has on underneath and, if she opens up the coat after 5 or 10 minutes, she has stockings and suspenders underneath, always with panties though. In addition to her ample tits, the lady has a nicely rounded arse, which I would love to have got my hands on sometimes, but the physical contact is usually limited to her hand on the guys’ cocks. I would guess they are both about 50 years of age. When they first started to come to the country park, she wanted to wank off a few of the guys, which quickly progressed to giving them a bit of oral and allowing them to cum over her tits. Occasionally, she would have one of the guys cum over her face, which I noticed got her husband quite excited. Many is the time I had the woman sucking my 7” and demanding that I cum in her mouth. About a year ago, I got a new job about 30 miles from where I live, close to 40 miles from the site of my dogging activities. I was doing a bit of shopping in the town one lunchtime, when I saw the middle aged couple from the country park in a fairly new BMW with a personalised plate driving past. I don’t think they noticed me, but I was certain it was them, even dressed in more sober attire, I was certain I recognised the woman as they drove past. It crossed my mind that they were leading a double life but then it occurred to me that everyone I knew from the country park was leading a double life too. Several weeks later, I saw the woman in a supermarket in the town where I work, when we came face to face and she clearly recognised me. We stared at each other for several seconds, before she smiled and continued on her way. As I came out of the supermarket, I saw the woman loading her shopping into a brand new Mini, she seemed to have noticed me too as, having reversed out of her space, she drove away from the exit initially, turning to smile and wave discretely as she passed me. Clearly, the beat up old Focus was used to cover their true lifestyle, and they were a very upmarket couple. I suppose it was part of the discretion they exercised. A couple of months went by, it was now approaching the summer, and I decided a trip to the country park was in order. It was still quite light when I pulled into the carpark, and the only people there were a young couple, who I knew liked to be watched as they fucked in their car, together with one guy who was standing by their car. I parked about 30 yards past the couple’s car, switched off and decided I would wait to see who arrived. I quite fancied a shot at the two women who sometimes turned up together, I’m not sure whether they are lesbians, but the thought of doing something, even a blow job, with a lesbian would turn on any red-blooded man. I had been there for perhaps 10 minutes when I noticed the Ford Focus pull into the carpark. It drove slowly down the carpark as though they were wondering where to park, and it then pulled in to the right of my car. The lady and I looked at each other smiling, she was wearing her large coat, so I knew there would be some nice undies underneath. She then turned to speak to her husband and, after a brief exchange, the lady turned back to me and wound her window down. I wound my window down too and she said “we need to talk …… do you know the layby set back from the road on the way back to xxxxxx”. I confirmed I did, so she said “see you there in 10 minutes”. Please excuse my secrecy over the location but everybody knows we have to be discrete over the location. I duly followed them out of the car park and back along the road to the layby she had suggested. It is quite a large area, shielded from the road by trees, and would be an ideal dogging site, but for the even better carpark a short drive down the road. Unusually, there are never any lorries parked up there overnight, presumably because it is not on a main lorry route. I parked behind their car, and got out to walk forward to the driver’s door. The husband wound his window down and suggested I got into the back and they both turned round to talk to me. The husband said his wife had realised I had recognised her, and they were worried ‘their cover had been blown’. I said I would be the soul of discretion, and they could rely on me not to even acknowledge her if we passed in the street, assuming that is what they wanted. The wife said that they wouldn’t go that far, they just wouldn’t want their friends to know about their visits to the country park …… or their ‘friends’ at the country park to know about their other life. I made a sign of zipping my mouth, and assured them I would not dream of embarrassing them. They both heaved a sigh of relief and proceeded to introduce themselves as Jon and Di. Jon said that, due to a health problem, he could not make love to Di any more, it had been frustrating for both of them until they discovered what went on at the country park one day. Di said she found it some compensation for her frustrations, but they still weren’t sure whether Jon’s problem would pass, or whether they were stuck with it for evermore. I said I understood and sympathised with their situation. Jon suggested that, as they would need to return to the country park if they wanted to continue the evening’s entertainment as planned, perhaps Di might like to have her bit of fun here in the back of their car. I exchanged glances with Di, and I’m sure I noticed a little twinkle in her eye before she broke into a broad smile and said “well how about it David”. You won’t need to guess what my reply was, and she was quickly joining me in the back seat. Immediately she got in the back seat, there was a departure from Di’s normal practice in that she allowed me to slide my arm across the top of her seat and we both wanted to kiss, not just a peck on the cheek, but a passionate snog on the lips, which seemed to go on forever. As soon as we parted, Di wanted to get inside my trousers, but I suggested I wanted to see what she had inside her coat too. What I wanted to see was mainly those gorgeous ample tits, that I have seen many times, but was not allowed even a quick fondle of before, so I grabbed my chance to grasp one with my free hand and suckle her other nipple between my lips. I wondered whether I was going too far and I was going to get kicked out of the car, but Di was soon expressing her enjoyment with soft moans, so I knew I had ‘hit the spot’. I was really quite enjoying kissing Di on the lips and mauling her tits, when she resumed her attempt to get inside my trousers, so I sat back and let her continue. It was a bit cramped in the back of the car, but she insisted on pulling my trousers and pants down to my knees, as was her custom standing up outside. My cock was just starting to get hard, but Di gave me some wonderful oral stimulation which quickly got me standing to attention. I reached under her to grasp one of her ample tits, tweaking her nipple between my fingers which made her sigh, although it was difficult for her to say much with her mouth full of my cock. I realised there was an opportunity to make this last a bit longer and more enjoyable than a quick blow job amongst several other men, so I pulled her back up into a seated position and resumed kissing her and tweaking her nipples. When I bent down to kiss her tits again, I noticed a tattoo on her belly, just below her right breast, which I had not noticed before. It sounds strange now to have mentioned it to her in the middle of sucking her tits, but she said Jon had bought it for her for Christmas, it was a rose, because she is his English Rose. Di said she was starting to get warm with her coat on, so I eased back to allow her to slip it off, throwing it over the back of the front passenger seat. Jon reached over to the front of the seat to slide it forward, giving Di more legroom, and she stretched her legs out with a deep sigh. I wondered how far she was going to let me take this, but nothing ventured nothing gained, and I began stroking her thigh with my hand, straying up to her pussy occasionally while sucking one of her nipples at the same time. Having met no resistance, I moved my hand up to try getting my fingers into the side of her panties and Di looked me straight in the eye, saying “oh you are a naughty boy” before sliding her hips forward and opening her knees. Jon had turned round in his seat and seemed fascinated by what we were doing in the back seat. I was having trouble getting into the side of her panties and Di obliged by pushing the sides off her hips, which allowed me into the front, with an immediate feel of the gusset, which I realised was quite wet already. By the time I slipped two fingers between her labia, Di was holding her breath with anticipation, and she sighed deeply. Fingering Di was really quite fun as she was always in control of the men at the country park, this time it was me that was in charge of pleasuring her, and she was certainly enjoying it. Having finger fucked her for several minutes, during which she orgasmed gently, I picked up the pace a bit and, having asked her to slide her hips forward, I found her G spot and she really went wild. As she calmed down, I wondered whether she was now ready to suck me to completion, she usually did when we were at the country park. Jon said he needed a pee, and got out of the car to go over to the bushes. I had removed my hand from Di’s pussy, and she grabbed hold of it to lick her juices off my fingers. She said “do you know, if we had some condoms, I would have fucked you tonight”. I think she knew my answer would be that I had got condoms, because her expression changed immediately. “Let me see” she said, so I pulled one out of my trouser pocket. She immediately started to push her panties, which were round the top of her thighs, down and off, while telling me to put the condom on. By the time Jon got back into the car, I was sitting on the passenger side of the car with Di sitting on my lap thrusting her ample tits into my face. She turned to her husband and said “it’s alright, he’s got a condom”. I got the impression they had not talked about going this far, because Jon continued to have a worried look on his face, but his expression relaxed when Di raised her hips, lined my cock up on her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto me. She sighed deeply, saying “this is the first time I have had a cock in me for a long time” and then proceeded to slowly raise herself up and lower her very wet pussy onto me, grinding her arse against my balls as she got to the bottom. I slid my hips forward a little so I could change the angle of penetration, I guess this meant my cock was rubbing against her G spot, because her gasps became more urgent, and she started gasping “oh my god …… oh my god …… oh my god”. I suppose it was the desensitising effect of the condom, but I lasted quite well, the feeling of a woman’s juices coating my scrotum usually brings me to a peak quite quickly. I didn’t think I needed to tell her that I was about to cum, as I was wearing a condom, but Di certainly felt it as her cries changed to “he’s cumming in me …… oh my god …… it’s beautiful”. She grabbed hold of my head and pulled me against her chest, I wanted to get one of her nipples in my mouth but she wasn’t too worried, she just wanted something to hang on to as she climaxed – with lots more verbal abuse of me. I’ve just realised I have written a great deal about Di’s orgasm, but I should add it was pretty good for me too. As we calmed down, she grabbed hold of my head to kiss me passionately and tell me how good it had been. She turned to her husband to gauge his reaction, and he was smiling too, but I assumed they would be talking about it more when they got home. Jon produced a box of tissues from the glovebox and we both cleaned ourselves up as best we could. Di’s panties were thoroughly soaked so she gave them to me as a memento. I made a point of putting the condom into the waste bin, as all the guys did at the country park to avoid drawing attention to what had happened there. As I got out of the car, Jon got out too to shake my hand, and he suggested we exchange mobile phone numbers. He said that Di had clearly enjoyed it, so maybe we could stay in touch to let each other know when we were going to the country park.