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We have a very well known site not far from where we live . We've visited in the daytime, just to check it out and have discussed potentially visiting at night to see what the atmosphere is like.
My wife has had several threesomes in the past, some when she was in her late teens/early 20s, and a couple in her early 40s before we met (she's 50 now). She's also given head to a significant number of strangers (she used to work nightclub security and used to pull guys out of the queue to be "searched" in the cloakroom). So she's no stranger to strange cock.
 
TryingTooHard said:
You're presumably talking about the UK. It still flourishes in the US and Canada.
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I certainly hope so. One day Iwould love for my wife and I to give it a try. We find the appropriate spot in question. She removes her pants and panties and gives them to me. She then takes position and waits for the first man to arrive. But I know she’d never go for it.
 
screwher said:
I certainly hope so. One day Iwould love for my wife and I to give it a try. We find the appropriate spot in question. She removes her pants and panties and gives them to me. She then takes position and waits for the first man to arrive. But I know she’d never go for it.
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She might in the right surroundings. A warm summer's evening after a couple of drinks. A pretty wooded area and a place with a reputation for dogging that doesn't attract too many weirdos. Perhaps you could arrange for a few of your contacts to show up.
 
Dogging would be a lot like a glory hole for my wife. She is simply not going to fuck an absolute stranger with no idea of who and what they are. However, a nice country bar, a few drinks, lots of dancing has led her to chat with a guy and then slip outside for some fresh air..
 
TryingTooHard said:
She might in the right surroundings. A warm summer's evening after a couple of drinks. A pretty wooded area and a place with a reputation for dogging that doesn't attract too many weirdos. Perhaps you could arrange for a few of your contacts to show up.
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Hmmm, yeah maybe. Like I said, she wouldn’t go for dropping her pants and panties and wait for a guy. But maybe if we’re in your scenario and I get her warmed up a bit, she might be receptive if another man happened to show up.
 
I have always harbored an unapologetic passion for the thrill of car and outdoor sex. There’s an irresistible allure to the clandestine nature of it, the raw spontaneity, the juxtaposition of intimate acts against the vastness of the open air or the confines of a vehicle. Yet, strange as it may seem to those who appreciate such things, I’m not a great one for dogging in the traditional sense. The idea of being one face in a crowd, one body among many, often feels too impersonal, too observed without truly being seen. I crave a certain intensity, a focused transgression, rather than a diffused public spectacle.

A few weeks ago, I found myself adrift in a peculiar state of restless ennui. The world felt flat, uninspired, and my usual diversions offered no solace. Seeking an escape, a change of scenery that might stir something within me, I instinctively turned my car towards the familiar winding roads leading up to Woodbury Common. It was a place I’d often sought for its quiet solitude, its panoramic vistas a balm for an unsettled mind.

When I finally reached the secluded car park, the late afternoon light was softening, casting long shadows across the heathland. To my surprise, it was utterly empty. A profound silence enveloped me as I cut the engine, broken only by the gentle sigh of the wind. I leaned back in my seat, letting my gaze sweep across the breathtaking landscape laid out before me. From this vantage point, the entire Exe Estuary unfolded, a shimmering ribbon of silver leading out to the darker expanse of the sea, with the distant, twinkling lights of Exeter, Exmouth, and Dawlish scattered like jewels across the darkening canvas. The view, as always, was spectacular – a vast, humbling reminder of the world beyond my immediate worries. I sat there, lost in contemplation, feeling a quiet sense of peace settle over me.

That peace, however, was destined to be fleeting. Not long after, a sharp, insistent tap on my driver's side window jolted me from my reverie. My heart gave a sudden lurch, a mix of surprise and a jolt of adrenaline. I turned my head, my eyes adjusting to the figure now standing beside my car. He was a middle-aged man, indistinct in the fading light, but there was no mistaking the prominent, quite impressive cock now thrust defiantly out of the fly of his jeans, brazenly presented for my inspection. It was thick, veined, and unmistakably engorged.

A primal instinct, a mix of daring and a peculiar curiosity, took hold. With a deliberate slowness that felt both defiant and yielding, I pressed the button, and the window hummed its way down. I had barely registered the motion before the full, fleshy weight of it was thrust against my lips, a warm, potent presence dominating my immediate vision and senses. There was no preamble, no question, just the raw, undeniable reality of his arousal demanding attention.

My reaction was immediate and visceral. My lips instinctively parted, closing around the slick, warm head, drawing him in with a tentative yet eager pull. The taste was visceral, musky and undeniably male, filling my mouth as I began to suck. A low, guttural hum escaped him, a sound of deep satisfaction that vibrated through the length of him and into my very core.

But the moment of singular focus shattered abruptly. A sudden, jarring movement, the creak of a hinge, and my passenger door swung open. Before I could process the breach, a shadowy form was reaching into the car, a rough hand immediately grabbing at the waistband of my knickers, tugging them down with a startling ferocity. At the same time, the man whose cock I had in my mouth, oblivious or perhaps emboldened by the new arrival, began to move with a relentless, bruising rhythm, fucking my face with a raw intensity that left me gagging, the wet slaps of his balls against my chin echoing in the enclosed space.

The initial thrill of the forbidden, of the raw, unadulterated sensation, warred instantly with a jolt of alarm. My body, I admit, responded with an almost desperate hunger, my throat working, my tongue swirling around him, but my mind was reeling. This wasn't the controlled abandon I sought; this felt like a wild, untamed surge, a physical assault that, paradoxically, was igniting a twisted, thrilling terror deep within me. I do enjoy the sheer animalistic pleasure of a good facefuck, but in that moment, it felt less like an act of shared release and more like an invasion, a forceful, overwhelming torrent of sensation that left me momentarily breathless and disoriented.

The other guy, meanwhile, had wasted no time. His fingers, rough and insistent, were already pushing past the crumpled fabric of my underwear, finding their way between my labia. The sudden, probing touch was electrifying, shocking my clit with an aggressive precision. A gasp tore from my throat as he began to finger-fuck me, his digits slick and warm, rhythmically delving into my wetness, each thrust sending a jolt of intense, almost painful pleasure through my core, cementing the feeling of being utterly, completely overwhelmed.
 
The once desolate car park, flanked by a sparse thicket of trees that seemed to whisper dark secrets to the wind. It was here, amidst this isolation, that I found myself utterly at the mercy of lust and abandon.

As I sat trapped in my car, the man who had climbed in beside me continued his relentless assault on my most intimate parts. His fingers plunging deep into my aching pussy, each thrust groaning from his own satisfaction. I pushed the driver's door open, desperate for a brief respite, but the interruption only seemed to spur him on further.

Emerging from the confines of my vehicle, I laid my coat upon the ground, the cool fabric a fleeting relief against my overheated skin. Before I could take a steadying breath, I felt myself being guided into a supplicant position - hands and knees, my face once again awash with the musky scent and massive girth of a man's cock.

The second intruder wasted no time in claiming the empty space inside me. His thick, pulsing shaft forced its way into my wanton slit, stretching and filling me to the brink of pain. I was lost in a haze of pleasure and submission, wholly unaware of the other men who had silently gathered around us.

As if sensing my focus, the cock in my mouth began to twitch and throb. With a final, deep thrust, he pulsed his release, coating my face in his hot, sticky essence. The sight and sensation seemed to signal something in the man fucking my pussy. He redoubled his efforts, his grunts and groans growing more urgent.

Before I could even catch my breath, a third cock was shoved past my lips. Longer and thicker than its predecessor, it slid easily into my throat, forcing me to gag and choke around its substantial girth. The man in my pussy seemed to reach his peak at the same moment, his body tensing as he erupted inside me. With a gasp, he pulled out, wiping his spent cock along my exposed rear before another stranger took his place.

The third man's intrusion was brief, but his climax was no less intense. I felt the telltale splash of his cum as he marked my ass with his seed, the sticky warmth seeping into the folds of my buttocks.

And then, without warning, my arse was invaded once more. The last man standing, his cock a thick, pulsing presence as he filled and stretched my most intimate orifice. Just as I struggled to catch my breath, the cock in my mouth spasmed and released its load, flooding my throat with his release.

In the aftermath, I lay sprawled upon my discarded coat, a spent, wrung-out mess of pleasure and submission. The men who had used me so thoroughly began to disperse, their cocks once again sheathed and hidden from view. As the last of them disappeared into the trees, I was left alone once more - a testament to the raw, unfettered power of lust and abandon once again in the darkness of my abandoned solitude .
 
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