Dogging Role Play

My wife and I saw a TV programme on dogging which intrigued us. There was no way we would ever do it, so we incorporated the fantasy into our role-playing. We had some great sex sessions with numerous men, all in the privacy of our bedroom, with me, of course, playing all the male roles.

We live rurally, so when lockdown finished decided to enhance our dogging role-playing and drove out to a remote piece of woodland. I parked the car, got out and we role-played dogging! It was fantastic; I stood outside the car and asked the driver's seat, aka my wife’s husband, if I could touch his wife? I, of course, agreed, and then I had my hand up my wife’s summer dress and down her knickers, fingering her through the passenger window. Next, I had my cock through the passenger window getting a blow job, and in the grand finale, I fucked her on the back seat. Although the risk of being caught was small, it enhanced the experience. This outdoors role-playing then became a regular occurrence, always at the same deserted spot and usually ending with a sex session on the car's back seat.

Last week things changed. The UK had a heatwave, and we decided it would be fun to do an outdoor dogging role play as the heat in our bedroom was intense. We arrived at our remote woodland and commenced our little games. My wife had a white linen summer dress on and was sat in the passenger seat. I had my head in the passenger window pretending to be a lorry drive called Jack with my hand in my wife’s knickers finger fucking her. Then with her dress up at her waist, I took her panties off, and she spread her legs wide to give me better access; we had the interior car light on for that authentic dogging experience. It was then I spotted another man at the driver’s window looking in!

My wife rearranged her dress, and I ran to the other side of the car. An older guy in his late fifties, along with his Dog, was stood there! I shouted what the hell he was doing, and he stammered an apology. My wife then joined us, shouting her head off at this poor guy who looked terrified! He kept on apologising for intruding and said he thought we were doggers! This statement broke the tension, and my wife and I saw the funny side of what had happened. Here we were pretending to be doggers, and a man with a dog turns up and actually thinks we are!

His name was Simon, and he was in the area selling his aunt’s house, who had recently passed away. The Dog called Zak had belonged to the said aunt. He lived in France, having sold his business after his wife died three years previously. We spoke for over half an hour about life, the universe and everything. Regards dogging, he had seen the same C4 programme and assumed that’s what was going on. He had been watching for a while before summoning the courage to look in. He remembered from the programme that the interior car light being on was an invitation to look. We all saw the funny side of the events and told him we had seen the same programme and wondered what it would be like thus our unusual behaviour. It did occur to me that our new friend had most probably seen my wife’s pussy; this thought was quite intoxicating. I noticed my wife Karen was in full rescue mode with Simon; the mention of his wife’s death had been enough to trigger her.




We parted with a few more jokes about dogging and drove away. Karen had a strange look on her face in the car, and I asked her if she was OK. My lovely wife has surprised me for over twenty years; however, this one left me speechless. “We could let Simon watch if you want” Holy fucking hell yes, was the voice in my head. “What’s brought this on” is what came out of my mouth. She said It was a one-time offer, and he looked so lonely; she also admitted getting caught had really turned her on. I reversed the car and sped back to the woodlands. Simon was walking along the road as it was now dark. He was surprised to see us and even more surprised by the offer. We ended back in the same place with Simon looking in the passenger window and the interior light.

My heart has never beat as fast; first, we kissed and then my hand went up to her dress and down her knickers. I glanced up a few times to see our friend’s face against the window taking in the sight. I raised Karen’s dress, her lacy white panties on full display. I’m sure Simon was touching himself. I lowered her knickers, and she spread her legs, giving the widower a full view of her intimate feminine place. She then surprises me for a second time by lowering the passenger window. Simon’s head shoots into the car and looks directly at me, Karen, and then smiling at her pussy. “So very beautiful my dear lady,” he said. My wife then went for the hat trick of surprises by saying, “Ask my husband if you can touch it” I was now having full-blown palpitations! Fucking dreams coming true or what!!! I stuttered, “yes, of course.”

Simon needed no further invitation as his hand went straight between my wife's legs. I get my cock and start wanking. Simon was running his fingers through my wife’s large labia, making her moan. He fingered her for about fifteen minutes and played with her tits too. I was on the verge of coming when she leans over and takes my cock in her mouth. I came watching another man finger fuck my lovely wife to orgasm. I’ve never been happier.

I wish I could now end this experience with then she gave him a blow job or Simon fucked her in the back of the car; however, that was pretty much the end of things. Simon did lean into the car and kissed Karen’s breasts which I thought was sweet. He was so grateful and seemed enchanted with her.

This last week we have fucked like bunny rabbits; it’s almost like we are teenagers again. I have relived Simon touching Karen’s pussy over and over again in my head. I can see his fingers disappearing into her most intimate feminine place, and then I’m hard again!!