We are a sixty year old couple. We were contacted by old friends we hadn’t seen for decades on facebook and after a few emails and phone calls accepted an invitation to visit them for the weekend. It was only a hundred miles away and we arrived about seven O’Clock on Friday evening, had dinner and settled down to remenis over drinks. Helen usually doesn’t drink much but this night hammered the wine with Jill and was sloshed by nine. Jill was more used to it and was no where near as pissed as Helen. Bill and I only had a couple of beers each. They had a fancy network in the house. Jill got her laptop out and showed pictures of the family, holidays and what not on the big screen TV. Out of nowhere up came a picture of Jill in sexy undies sitting on this very sofa, next to a naked Bill who has his arm around her both grinning at the camera. Jill said. “Oops wasn’t supposed to show that one.” Helen stared wide eyed and open mouthed as Jill desperatly fiddled with the keyboard only to bring up the next picture with her and Bill in the same seats with another naked man sitting the other side of Jill. He too had his arm around her, she had his penis in her hand and an even bigger grin on her face. “Oh fuck.” She said, shut the lid of the laptop and the screen went black. It was Bill who broke the silence. “Well as you might have guessed we’re swingers. That was a couple of the snaps from a party we held here last weekend… Sorry.” Helen was quite animated. “Don’t be sorry.” She said. “Are there more snaps?” Bill and Jill looked at each other, Bill shrugged his shoulders and Jill opened up the laptop again. Up came the same picture. She told us that he was the husband of one of the three other couples that they know very well who were there. She also said that there were six young men that they only knew off the internet. Especially after a few drinks Helen can take nosey to international standards. She asked a million questions as Jill continued scrolling through pictues of multiple people engaged in sex acts. Bill and I didn’t say anything just nodding at each other now and again as Jill proceded to tell Helen everything about what she called the lifestyle. Jill kept on working the laptop, pictures from other locations and other people appeared on the screen as Jill plodded through them. Bill went to open another bottle of wine and get more beer. I followed him to the kitchen. “Fucking hell Bill. I’d never have guessed. You don’t mind Helen giving you the third degree do you?” I said. “No. A bit unusual from a civilian but I don’t mind and Jill’s in her element.” He said. After opening the wine and getting a couple of cans out of the fridge he added. “Do you think Helen’s interested? I mean do you think she want’s to party?” “Fucking hell. I don’t think so but fucking hell.” I replied. “What about you? What do think of our pass time?” He probed. “Fucking hell.” I said yet again. “Exciting but Jesus fuck we’ve never even. You know Helen’s never even had her tits out on the beach. I don’t see how she’d. Fucking hell though.” I went on in the same barley coherent vein. I think my babbling conveyed the message that I’d be up for it but didn’t think Helen would. Back in the lounge there were pictures of people in and around cars and others of them around picnic tables having drinks and sexual contact there was a shot of a young woman, Jill and some men all naked and laughing. Helen said. “You all seem to be enjoying yourselves.” Bill said. “Yes that’s a dogging site about ten minutes away we’ve had some really good times there. Haven’t we Jill?” Jill said. “Oh yes the regulars are lovely.” “That was about this time last Friday night, quite busy and a lot of fun.” He started to take another sip of his drink then thought better of it. “We could go there now, if you like, check it out whose there and see what’s happening?” Jill turned to Helen excitedly. “Ooh yes, can we? Do you want to?” Helen turned to me. I said. “Can do if you want. See what’s happening” “I’m not sure. We’ve never been anywhere like that and they’ve got no clothes on.” She said. Jill said. “We don’t always strip off, you know. Came and have a look. See what you think.” Helen said. “I suppose we could have a look. Couldn’t we?” Jill started grinning like the cat that got the cream got up with no further discussion. Helen was a bit unsteady on her pins and needed help as we piled into Bill’s landrover. Helen had made an effort for the evening and looked nice in her little black evening dress. I remember thinking that it was good that she was wearing matching undies but her dark tights would probably not be first choice for dogging. Jill too was wearing a dress. Helen and I in the back carrying some cold beers and two unopened bottles of wine. “What’s going to happen when we get there?” Helen slurred showing her state of inebriation. Jill answered. “Depends whose there and how we feel. We could have a kiss and cuddle in the car or maybe get out and have a drink at one of the picnic tables. If there’s company we might have some fun with them.” “Fun with them?” Helen repeated. “Yes, have a party, drinks and that. We’re all adults and know how to have a good time. It’s nice and warm so we could strip off for a laugh. It feels so naughty.” Bill said turning to wink at me. I put my arm around Helen who was quiet for the rest of the short journey. We turned into a short access road that opened into a car park surrounded by woods. There two other cars in the car park. We parked up and sat in the dark looking around. As far as we could see there was a man in each car. We got out. Bill was holding a lantern Jill had a blanket under each arm and I was holding the bag of booze. Bill directed us down a short path to a clearing with two picnic tables in it. The tables were small and circular with a cross of wood ending in four built in seats. Jill layed out blankets to cover two of the tables. Bill put the lamp down on one of them. Bill said. “Here come the guys. We usually give them something to look at. Wesley my friend. May I ask your lovely wife for a kiss?” Looking at Helen I answered. “I don’t mind but its’ up to Helen.” “May I?” He said, then took her in his arms and kissed her. Jill said. “You can give me a kiss too Wesley.” She put her arms aroung my neck and we started kissing. I wasn’t surprised when she squeezed my genitals. When we came up for air Helen was still snogging with Bill and the two chaps in their thirties were standing right by us. Jill introduced us. “Wesley, this is Mike and Les, great guys always have a shower, clean their teeth and bring their own condoms.” Bill stopped snogging Helen but kept his arm around her waist, looked over and said. “Hi guys, this lovely lady is Helen and Wesley’s her husband.” We started talking, one of the guys brought a case of beer and pretty soon there were jokes being told, plenty of laughing and sexy suggestive talk. Bill continued with his arm around Helen and would occasionally whisper in her ear and they would kiss again. Helen seemed to be enjoying herself, drinking plenty of wine, her and Jill were the centre of attention. There had been lighthearted talk about the ladies sexual preferences, underware and the size of the guy’s penises, when one of the guys asked Jill a direct question. “Will you and Helen be taking your clothes off tonight?” She looked from me to Helen and said. “I don’t know if Wesley has an opinion. Me and Helen haven’t thought about it. Have we Helen?” Helen shook her head. The same chap asked me. “Do you have an opinion Wesley?” “I don’t mind. It’s up to Helen.” I said for the second time that evening. Jill whispered something to Helen who initially shook her head. She whispered something else and pointed at me, I smiled back at them nodding my head. Helen thought for a moment and nodded. Jill turned her back and Helen pulled the zip down on the back of her dress. Jill turned back around. Helen looked at me, I smiled, I hoped, encouragingly. She turned around and Jill undid the zip on her dress. They both slipped their dresses off and stepped out of them. It left Helen wearing a bra and tights with matching knickers underneath. Jill was in a thong and stockings, her bare breasts looking lovely in the moonlight. Bill was standing right next to Helen and said. “Can I help you with your tights or do you want Wesley? “Wesley.” She slurred, she had had a lot to drink. I got in front of her, and started to ease them over her hips. Jill was taking her thong off. I looked into Helen’s eyes as my thumbs went into the waistband of her knickers. “OK?” I said. “OK.” She replied and I pulled her knickers and tights down together. Bill said. “I’ll get this then shall I Helen?” He deftly unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms. He then helped me to lift Helen onto the table so we could take off her shoes, tights and knickers. Jill was helped to sit on the table next to her. Jill sat with one foot on one seat and one on the next so her legs were splayed wide open. She waited while guys took thier pants off, and slipped on condoms. The first to finish got between her legs and entered her. Bill let me finish putting Helen’s shoes back on. As I finished with the last shoe she put her foot on the seat that one of Jill’s was on. Now naked Bill helped her put her other foot on the next seat, so her legs were wide open, put his hands around her bottom and eased her forward to the edge of the table and onto his erect penis bareback. When Jill’s lover finished his pal took over. When Bill finished I took over and pushed my penis into the mess he’d left in her. I didn’t last long and added my own mess to Bill’s. In the course of the next hour and a half I counted Helen having seven lovers some of them had sex with her more than once but I lost track of that. Some used condoms some didn’t. I remember thinking that we’d have to make sure of condoms the next time, for I was sure there would be a lot of next times.