First Time Dogging

My heart was racing as fast as I was driving my car along the country roads, and my cock was throbbing with the anticipation of an athlete about to run for gold. Sat beside me in the passenger seat was Isobel, or Izzy as everyone calls her. She is now my wife, but back then, when we were twenty-three, together since high school, she was my girlfriend, my girlfriend with a kinky fantasy.

It was coming up to midnight, and I'd just picked her up outside a nightclub. Izzy had been partying with some friends, but we'd planned for me to pick her up and then take her dogging. She had confessed, months prior, that the thought of us having sex inside my car at a discreet dogging location, with strangers watching us through the windows, turned her on, but she'd need to be at least tipsy to have the courage to do it.

I wasn't sure how I was going to handle having sex in front of an audience myself, but I was excited to find out. I pulled into the dogging location that we'd found online, a beauty spot car park. The sound of the gravel crunching under the tires seemed to amplify in the dark, before I turned off the lights and killed the engine, spotting only one other car with a man sat alone inside it.

I turned to Isobel, her blue eyes sparkling with her own nervous excitement. She looked hot as hell in a black halter dress, perfect attire for dogging, you might say. Her long, wavy brown hair fell around her shoulders, framing her pretty face and big tits. She'd been drinking, her cheeks were flushed, but her soft voice was steady when she spoke during the drive.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, holding her hand.

She intertwined our fingers. "Yes," she replied, leaning over to kiss me. "I have you to protect me," she smiled.

As our tongues came together, Izzy's hand stretched the waistband of the shorts I'd purposely worn, disappearing inside and fishing out my cock. All seven inches was already hard, throbbing, more so with her hand wrapped around it. The head glistened with pre-cum, exposing my excitement as I turned on the interior light and groaned.

"Are you ready?" she asked, giggling.

"I'm ready, but are you honestly ready?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." She nodded and opened the glovebox, taking out the black blindfold she wanted to wear, so she couldn't see anyone.

"Ok, let's do this," I chuckled excitedly, watching my girlfriend slip the blindfold on.

"I haven't sucked you off with a blindfold on before," she laughed as I pulled my shorts down, completely freeing my cock and balls.

"First time for everything," I replied, gently encouraging her head into my lap.

As Izzy wrapped her sweet lips around my cock, and started to suck sensually, her hand stroking from the base of my shaft, I heard the sound of a car door opening and then closing. I concentrated through the window as the stranger from the other vehicle approached us, his footsteps crunching on the gravel. My pulse quickened, but I didn't tell my girlfriend to stop sucking my cock.

"He's coming over to us," I told her, one hand gripping the driver door, the other smoothing her back.

Izzy's response was to groan louder and suck me deeper, letting me know she was seriously aroused by the situation. It felt weird for me. I was enjoying a great blowjob while a strange man walked towards my car in the dark. It was quite scary, actually. But then he stopped outside the passenger door and bent down to peek inside. Shit, I thought, he's older than my fucking dad.

He was easily in his fifties. He had broad shoulders and a weathered face with short greying hair. His clothes were too dark to make out exactly what he was wearing, but I could see he had a leather jacket on, and he was making no attempt to hide his identity. He nodded with a slight smile, the kind of acknowledgment you might get from a stranger when you step into an elevator.

I nodded back, feeling as if I'd just agreed to something that I didn't fully understand. I tried to focus on Izzy's blowjob, her head of lush brown hair bobbing enthusiastically in my lap, but I couldn't shake off the strangers presence. It was intrusive yet thrilling. I moved my hand down lower and raised the hemline of her halter dress, exposing her pale cheeks to a complete stranger.

She was wearing a thong. Izzy again sucked deeper, groaning and shaking her bottom. I smoothed my hand across her rump, receiving a thumbs up from the stranger outside. He then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and took out his own erection, stroking as he fixed his eyes on my girlfriends bare backside. Fuck, it was hot.

"He's got his cock out for you," I chuckled. Izzy raised her head but didn't turn around.

"Is he stroking?" she giggled mischievously.

"Yeah." I looked around the car. "It's still just him out there," I told her.

The thrill of public exposure, the danger of being caught, and the excitement of sharing my girlfriend with a stranger had me losing my mind. I was already close to shooting my load, but Izzy was only just getting started.

"Wanna let him touch you?" I blurted, my hands gripping the steering wheel.

She sat up, her back to the stranger, facing me with the blindfold on, biting down on her lower lip. "I don't know," she giggled.

"I'll tell him he's only allowed to touch you. If he tries anything else, I'll jump out and stomp on his head." I spoke quickly, crazily.

"I trust you," she replied, her voice quivering. "The blindfold stays on and you make sure he follows the rules, ok?"

Rules? What fucking rules. This was pure adrenaline, lust, desire, and madness. "Of course," I reassured her. "Sit back and relax."

As she sat back in the passenger seat, her body trembling, her busty chest rising and falling, the stranger got to see how stacked Izzy was. His eyes hungrily fixed on her abundance of soft, inviting cleavage. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. He had his cock in his hand, stroking slowly as I pressed hard on the button. My breathing froze when the window began to go down.

"Rob," Isobel gasped, stretching her arm across, her hand grabbing my leg. My cock was still standing erect between my legs.

"Relax," I whispered, feeling the cool night air rush inside.

The stranger respectfully stepped back and bent lower, peering through the open window at me and Izzy. He didn't look nervous at all. He might have been a stranger to us, but he was clearly no stranger to dogging.

"Hey there," he said. "What are you looking for?" He saw my stunned reaction, saw Izzy giggling and shaking like a leaf. "I mean, what are your rules and limits? She's gorgeous. You're a lucky man," he smiled.

It was very surreal. I cleared my throat, wanting to sound confident. "You can touch and jerk off but don't open the door... and don't be rough with her," I warned him, barely recognising my own voice. I was dazed while Izzy continued trembling.

"Understood," he replied, looking at Izzy. Her constant blushes and giggles told him she was a willing participant. Probably seen it all before, I thought. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" he grinned, sending a surge of pride through me. I nodded with an amused grin.

"Just say if it becomes too much," I whispered at my girlfriend, who was bizarrely waiting to be felt up by a stranger.

"I'm ok," she exhaled shakily, her hand finding my cock again. She gripped it tight and began to stroke up and down. "Now, you relax," she giggled once more.

"Such a sexy body," the stranger murmured to himself, or so it seemed, his voice thick with desire. "These tits are incredible."

Izzy stopped giggling, trying to compose herself. She shifted slightly, her breathing increasing as his words sank in. I could see the excitement and nervousness on her face, the blindfold hiding her eyes but doing nothing to conceal her emotions and arousal. The firm handjob she was giving me was further testament to how she truly felt.

Then, the stranger reached out, his hands large and calloused. I gulped as another man put his hand on my girlfriend. He groped her delicately over her dress, his fingers tracing the outline of her halter neck, his touch feather light to begin with. Izzy shivered, exhaling nervously as her skin broke out in goosebumps under his touch.

"Perfect," the stranger whispered, pulling across the side of her dress that was closest to me. "So soft," he then sighed, cupping her tit as soon as he had exposed it, his thumb rubbing across her taut, protruding nipple.

"Fuck!" Izzy gasped, her spine erect in the chair.

"You have a great pair on you, sweetheart," the stranger grinned, pulling the other side of her dress towards him. "Perfect tits."

I sat amazed in the drivers seat, getting stroked off by my girlfriend as a stranger, a much older man, exposed her big tits and hard nipples. Izzy was as stiff as the two cocks on show. I wondered what she was thinking, as someone we didn't know and couldn't see, groped her tits in my car. His hand went everywhere while his other hand stroked his meat. We were officially dogging.

"God, these are amazing." He gently caressed her soft cushions, rolling and tweaking her nipples, forcing Izzy to emit lots of moans and sighs.

I felt I could only watch. I was mesmerised, never feeling so turned on before, as the stranger continued to explore Izzy's tits. Her free hand clutched the edge of her seat while her other hand strangled my shaft. Her body repeatedly arched into his touches. The stranger grinned at me, clearly enjoying her reaction. It was exhilarating.

"I bet you're soaking by now, aren't you sweetheart," he growled.

He let go of his cock and reached into the car with both hands. One went for her tits while the other went down to the hemline of her dress. Without hesitation, he pulled it up, exposing the front of her barely-there thong. He growled again, his eyes fixed on the swollen mound between her thighs. Izzy's breath quickened and deepened, but she still invitingly spread her legs for him.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" he said.

The stranger winked at me as he pulled the fabric aside and exposed my girlfriends shaven cunt. I almost shot my load, seeing the wetness glistening between her legs, hearing her panting for breath as the scent of her arousal filled the car, gagging for it.

"Oh, that's a lovely tight looking pussy," the stranger groaned, gently caressing her slick, puffy lips with his fingers, still squeezing her tits and nipples with his other hand. "Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" he teased her.

"Yes," Izzy exhaled, nodding her head.

"She's dripping, my friend," the stranger beamed proudly at me, sliding a finger into her body. "Soaking."

"Oh, God!" Izzy responded. "Oh, yes!"

"Let's see you come, sweetheart," the stranger encouraged her, thrusting his finger in and out, in and out, driving her wild.

"Yes! Don't stop!" Izzy demanded, her hips bucking in the passenger seat.

She let go of my cock and gripped the other side of her seat, desperate for that release. I placed my hand on hers, squeezing it tightly as I watched the scene unfold. This was her fantasy turned our fantasy, something we both didn't really imagine happening for real. But it was real. My girlfriend was about to be pleasured by another man. I started stroking my cock.

"Come on, you can do it, sweetheart," the stranger urged, rubbing her clit now.

Izzy's moans swirled around inside the car, before they drifted outside to be swept away by the night breeze. Her pussy was drenched, dripping onto the soft interior. Then she screamed in orgasm, bucking like mad. The stranger shoved his finger deep inside her again, pounding her pussy, the sloshing sounds sending me over the edge. I came with her, opening my door just in time.

"You're a right naughty pair, aren't you?" the stranger chuckled, removing his hands and arms from the car, gripping his shaft. "Can I cum over her tits?" he asked me. "Is that ok with you, sweetheart?" he then checked with Izzy, who was in recovery.

"Just don't get my face," she replied, fixing her thong and dress before she opened the passenger door and swung her legs out.

"I won't. Now, lift them up high for me, sweetheart," he groaned with anticipation. "Yeah, that's it. Your tits are perfect."

While cleaning some of my spillage with tissue paper from the glovebox, I sat up, peering over my girlfriends shoulder. It was an unbelievable sight. Izzy giggling as she held her big tits in her hands, a stranger stroking vigorously at them. He shuffled closer, warning her to get ready. She leaned back with her neck stretched as he grunted.

"Oh fuck yes!" he exclaimed, firing thick ropes of cum over her chest, splattering both tits in his warm juice. It stuck to her skin like glue. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Izzy started laughing, managing to find humour in the crazy situation. I laughed with her as the stranger stopped ejaculating and rubbed the head of his cock around and across her nipples, then he started laughing.

"That was incredible," he said, finally stepping back and zipping up, his gaze lingering on Izzy's cum covered tits. "Thank you, and hopefully I'll see you here again."

As he waved goodbye and turned his back, slipping away to his car, Izzy swung herself back round and removed the blindfold, her eyes blinking in the interior light. I quickly turned it off, removing and handing her my t-shirt, so she could wipe her tits. The plan wasn't to go that far, to let someone cum over her, but at least we laughed about it.

Shortly after the stranger drove out of the car park, Izzy was reasonably clean, cringing slightly at the cum on her fingers as she covered her twins back up with her dress. She tossed my t-shirt in the back and then I drove us home topless. It became hysterical.

"Are you ok?" I asked, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the road. "How did that make you feel? You were hot as fuck back there."

"It depends how it made you feel?" she smirked, holding back, but it was obvious.

"It was crazy, but I fucking loved it. Seeing you cum like that, and then watching him blasting your tits," I laughed, still in awe.

"I loved it too, but..." she hesitated. "You can't tell anyone about this."

"What do you take me for?" I scoffed, somewhat offended, but I understood. "What we do and who we do it with is our business. But what I really wanna know is... would you do it again?" I grinned.

"Maybe..." Izzy laughed, blushing.

We had many adventures after our first dogging experience. We were only twenty-three. We got married five years later and now have an amazing family together. But the good ol' times still feel like yesterday.