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Clumsily Bloke fiddled with her while his Mate looked on. There was no finesse in his hands or in his intentions. Bending over her he dragged at the nipple rings sharply making her squeal.

“Into bondage is she?” he asked again.

“She’s into being fucked” I told him again, spreading her lips with my fingers until she gaped and glistened in the light.

“Shit!” Mate exclaimed excitedly “In her cunt an’ all……she……how many she got?”

“Show them!” I instructed.

Annette leaned back against me and thrust her crotch towards them.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Bloke said again “She wants it a lot doesn’t she?”

I looked at her in the glow of the courtesy light, at my wife to whom I’d been married for twenty two years and at the two blokes who were now discovering her most desirable secrets. Just ordinary blokes who’d suddenly been given the chance to act out one of their fantasies. At my instigation she was exposing herself to complete strangers and the knowledge of that brought a dizzying rush of crude ideas into my head. In a moment one of them would fuck her while I held her and made her suck the other one’s cock……they would have her together, one on either end while I……maybe they would……

I looked at them both while Annette began to masturbate lazily, the younger one drooling, actually drooling open mouthed while the other went back to holding onto the car door. They were an unlikely pair to start Annette off on her journey I thought but unless anything better came along fairly soon they’d have to do.

“You going first?” I asked the bloke by the door.

“What ……?”

“Yeah……” I said. “Are you going to fuck her?”

I felt a little lurch in my stomach. This was what it was all about! Not me taking her willingly at the top of the stairs or Toby snatching a quickie at the first opportunity but an unknown man taking advantage of something which was available as casually as he might have accepted the offer of a lift.

This was what Annette had talked about, the sort of men she’d meant. Casual, convenient willing men she could use in much the same way as they would use her. Anonymously, in a dark dirty car park on the side of the road.

The bloke hesitated for a moment, embarrassed or unsure perhaps what exactly he was getting into. He looked at his mate for reassurance, got none then he stood up and began to fumble with his trousers. I distinctly smelled Annette’s cunt by that time, a delicious and thrilling scent which added to the surge of emotion I’d felt when her body tensed when I asked him to fuck her.

I gave him the square of carpet out of the footwell to kneel on so as not to hurt his knees on the tarmac and I gave Annette a quick kiss, upside down on the mouth, just to reassure her.

She was so excited she could barely breathe.

………………

The bloke’s cock was a good size when he got it out. Not massive by any means but long enough and hard enough to make Annette draw breath when it first went in.

“Sheeeitt!” Mate exclaimed when he saw it was really happening. He fumbled for a moment then unzipped his jeans and got hold of his cock.

“You can have her as soon as he’s done!” I said

“Sheeeeitt!” he said again.

They made all the familiar noises right from the start, Annette panting and muttering and the bloke grunting and gasping then suddenly thrusting into her with enough force to get the car rocking.

“That’s what she wants” I said.

And, as if to agree with me but without saying anything or being prompted Annette lifted her legs over his shoulders and shoved herself onto him bodily.

And that was the way I saw her whenever I thought about that first dogging session afterwards. The mate gazing open mouthed, cock in hand at my wife with her head and shoulders on the seat of the car being fucked vigorously while her belly wobbled like a jelly and her breasts flopping, half upside down into my hands.

“Go on go on go on!” Annette kept saying while the shaft of the bloke’s cock grew ever more shiny, appearing and disappearing into her depths while the gleaming silver rings rolled back and forth following it.

I wanted to finger her, to feel the way the bloke’s cock fitted in but thought better of it. It might be okay for him to have her with me watching, while he was fucking her he had bravado and didn’t care but husband or not he probably wouldn’t want me to handle his cock.

I wanted to kiss her but she turned her face away so I pulled at the rings in her nipples instead, harder than I would have done normally but the yelping noise she made in response only merged with the rest of the noises she was making. The mate laughed at this then had a go himself. It was the first time he’d touched her but he did it just as clumsily as his companion had done only a few moments earlier.

“She likes that!” I encouraged so he did it again, this time actually producing a noticeable yelp in between all the other noises she was making.

So I watched and listened and memorised everything, Mate staring like an idiot, fiddling with her tits while she writhed and jerked and Bloke jerked with her. Clearly Bloke was using her for his own purposes. I could tell by the way he looked at her and by the single minded, emotionless way he fucked her. It was lust, pure and simple, the most basic of instincts which drove him to the point where he wanted nothing more but to cum and cum regardless of anyone else’s needs.

Annette was making rhythmic uh uhh’ing noises when he did, with a great shout of exultation, like that of a champion who knows what it really means to win. I assume Annette climaxed too but the noises she was making by this time could have meant almost anything. I’d became too detached by that time anyway, no longer a husband but an outsider, a voyeur looking in upon a familiar scene unemotionally. Women everywhere were being fucked and men everywhere were doing it. What I saw here was no different except that the noises and the movements of the live performance added immensely to the experience.

Bloke stood awkwardly for a moment, then he sort of stepped backwards and allowed her to slide back onto the seat. For a moment he stood there, teeshirt rucked up and trousers bundled around his thighs while his gleaming cock wilted and drooped back to its usual size.

Mate hesitated only long enough for Bloke to get out of the way before getting himself between her legs. He was so excited he could hardly get his jeans unzipped, so stiffly upright when he got it out he had difficulty pulling it away from his belly. I must admit I knew how he was feeling.

“Come on!” she encouraged spreading her thighs wide, as if she somehow knew it was the boy’s first time. I knew I ought to get her to finish bloke off orally but by the time I’d thought of it Mate was lying flat along her body. He’s no exhibitionist, I said to myself, covering her up like that. What has he got he doesn’t want us to see?

Whatever it was he came very quickly and with no more than a single little groan while Annette lay still and waited hopefully.

“I’m done!” he said simply. For a moment I thought he was going to cry.

I had to grope her then, had to get their cum on my fingers while it was still hot and before I filled her with my own. I had to grope her because I felt compelled to feel the way she’d been shaped by their pricks before I reshaped it with my own and because I had to prove that other men really had ejaculated freely inside my wife. Some earthy, primitive urgency drove me to do this, an urge I felt instinctively but did not understand.

Three fingers she accepted without a murmur, three fingers slipped and found copious evidence why she gaped. Other men really had fucked her and done it well!

I wiped the slime across her nose and mouth and made her get out of the car.

“Finish the boy off!” I commanded. She was just a woman, a receptacle called Annette; she wasn’t my wife. She smelled differently, acted differently and the noises she made when she took mates little soft cock in her mouth were similar to those a hungry animal might make.

I got out of the car, pulled the limp rag of a dress off her shoulders and groped her again while her head bobbed up down on Mate’s flaccid cock.

“You having her now?” Bloke asked hopefully.

“Yeah!” I said “Gonna watch?”

“Mmmm!” he said.

She staggered when I pushed her feet further apart then pressed on the small of her back until she presented her crotch to me. That was something she was going to have to learn to do fairly quickly I said to myself, because a lot of men will want to have her that way.

If anything my cock was harder than Blokes’ had been. Certainly it was larger than the shrivelled bit of skin she was currently trying to suck. Her hole gaped darkly when I pushed my knob against it with the bloke staring avidly. Then I was inside her, inside a woman who had just been fucked by other men, sliding my cock straight into the cunt they had only moments before left.

She was hotter inside than I expected and intoxicatingly slippery, which thrilled me so much I became instantly dizzy. Then came those noises again, the same oohs and aahs she had made for them she was now making for me.

“Fuck her!” the bloke urged “Go on! Fuck her! Fuck her!”

I made a big show of it for his benefit, pulling out to the furthest extent so he could see the slick of his own cum on my prick before slamming back into her again, squeezing their semen like a piston until it squidged out all over my hair.

I took my time with her, riding possessions rhythms, showing myself off to the two of them deliberately. My slave was outside in the wilds where anyone could see her and do whatever they liked with her body. Naked and submissive for anyone to use. Submissive! And the raw realisation of that made me want to fuck her that way for ever and ever.

………………

Years before, when we were both much younger I could always tell when she climaxed while I was inside her because there were little muscles or something which tightened in there. Childbirth had brought an end to that or so I thought. Or so I thought. But there, as if by magic, as if from memory, there went that pulsating sensation all over again. I began to cum almost at the instant it began, as I’d been dying to do for over an hour, and did so, unreservedly, noisily and copiously inside her, outside her and on the ground at her feet.

Staring open mouthed the bloke grabbed her as I stepped back and for a moment I thought he was going to have another go at her.

“Going again?” I asked hopefully.

“Wish I could mate!” he said “But I can’t……”

“What about your friend?” I asked.

Bloke shook his head and laughed.

“She’s frightened him away completely!”

I stood by the side of my car and made my wife Annette suck three different flavours of cum off my cock.

“Sure you don’t want her again?” I asked.

Bloke fumbled with himself, then with Annette and managed to get up her while only half hard.

“Fuuuck she’s too wet!” bloke exclaimed when his efforts came to nothing. He’d expelled too much the first time to have anything more than desire left for a second attempt.

I let her up off my cock as soon as he slipped away.

“Is that all?” Annette asked.

“Theres nobody else here” I told her

Bloke looked at her wonderingly.

“She’s a really hot slut isn’t she?”

“Course she is!” I said “She’s my wife!”

“Fuck me!” the bloke said.

………………


Annette said nothing to begin with as we drove home, her body burning hot under the travel blanket I’d wrapped hurriedly around her. We’d gone a couple of miles before she even moved in the seat.

“I never thought young men would want to……to fuck me……” she said suddenly “but those two really used me, didn’t they……!”

“The boy was a virgin I reckon……”

She made a little sobbing noise, as if she still had semen in her throat.

“What must you think……do you hate me now? Am I really a slut?

“You had three men in quick succession!” I said admiringly.

“One was you……”

“Alright two other men and me. That doesn’t make you a slut!””

“They said I was……”

“It doesn’t matter what they said!” I told her “They don’t know you and I do! I know who and what you are and that’s all that matters!”

She sat quietly for more than a mile, the blanket slipping off her slowly.

“Anyway, you’re my slave now, remember?” I told her. “My slave with my rings of ownership in your tits and cunt!”

“A slave with your rings in It’s tits and cunt……”

“Alright then. It’s!”

Impatiently she pushed the blanket aside and smoothed her hands over her belly.

“Tell me!”

“A slave with my rings of ownership in its tits and cunt!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear you say” she shivered.

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