Chapter One
Rachel my wife, and I had been Christmas shopping to Cheshire Oaks, a large Designer Outlet in Ellesmere Port. I had spent a great deal of money on gifts for her and the family and we have finished the day off with a lovely evening meal at one of its many restaurants.
My wife was in an extremely good mood, what women isn’t when she has been showered with gifts all day then treated to a cracking evening meal.
We live in a small city on the North Wales coast about a 2 hour drive from Cheshire Oaks, when we were about 45 mins from home I noticed a sign indicating a turn off for a small village coming up in half a mile.
A quick glance at the dash board clock informed me it was nearly 10 pm. I wondered if……
I looked over at the wife she had been quiet for a while, it can be very tiring spending your husbands money lol, I thought she might have fallen asleep.
She wasn’t, she looked right back at me and gave a sly smile then said
“I know what that devious little mind of your is thinking and the answer is no so don’t even ask.”
I should have realized Rachel would know exactly what was on my mind, however as most readers will have no idea what I am on about here is a brief explanation.
The village we had just seen sign posted has a beach car park, well actually three beach car parks all close together and these car parks have a reputation as being a very popular dogging location. Many people, my wife included are well aware of this areas reputation so Rachel knew exactly what I was thinking about when I saw the sign.
Unbeknown to my wife I am a frequent visitor to this dogging site, and have been into dogging for several years, unfortunately Rachel who although has never totally rejected the idea of going dogging she has never actually been.
When we have been out for a drink or a meal in our home town any suggestion I made about visiting a local dogging area had been rapidly turned down with the explanation someone might recognize us.
I had suggested we travel further afield where no one would know us but she had been non-committal on the subject.
We were traveling along the A55 and were very close to the village turn off, we only had a few more seconds before it would be too late to make it. I knew I only had once chance to get her to agree so I tried the following
“Why don’t we turn off here and just have a quick look around, as its quite late there will probably be no one around anyway, but even if there is no one is going to know us here were nearly an hour away from home.”
I know guys, it wasn’t much of an argument and to be honest with you folks I didn’t think it would work but as mentioned we were nearly at the turn off point and that was all I could think of in the short time available to me.
“OK Dave, as you have been so generous to me today and I have had a fantastic time we can go for a quick nosey around, but if I say I don’t want to stay, then we go right away understand?”
“Absolutely Rach, you call the shots here, if your not comfortable or you are worried then just say and we will leave and go straight home.”
Over the years I have chatted in real life and on line with many guys who had only been dogging with their wife once or at the most twice. The reason almost invariably was that they had asked their partner to do more than she was comfortable with. I was going to made absolutely sure I did not make the same mistake with Rachel.
I was hoping if anything happened on this first occasion that she would enjoy it and would be happy to go again in the future.
I was trying my darndest to keep the smile off my face, I could not believe Rach had agreed to visit the dogging area with me, I had been trying for years to make this happen. My cock was starting to twitch in my pants and all kinds of thoughts and scenarios were running through my filthy little brain.
It’s only about a half mile drive from the turn off to the beach car parks so we arrived very quickly but to an anti climax. There was close to a full moon that night and not a cloud in the sky so although it was 10 pm, it was clear there wasn’t a single car in any of the car parks.
Shit, I thought to myself, the first time I had ever got my wife to agree to go dogging and there were no fucking doggers about, just my effing luck.
Looking out to the sea I drove into the left handed car park and asked Rachel if we could park up here just for a few minutes, she agreed.
Rachel has no idea I am a regular dogger, at least I don’t think she knows. I was hoping, no I was silently praying someone would turn up before Rachel got bored and asked me to take her home.
As it was so close to Christmas I wondered if that had anything to do with the fact no one seemed to be about, having said that I very rarely came to this area this late at night, I usually visited during the day or early evening. Perhaps I thought it was always this quiet at night, maybe it livens up when the pubs close. That would be too late for us as I could tell Rachel was already starting to get fed up.
We had been parked up about 10 minutes or so, I was trying to entertain Rachel by pointing out star constellations in the night sky, I have a slight interest in astronomy, but she quickly told me to shut up as she couldn’t care less what the stars were called.
“How much longer are we going to stay here Dave, I’m starting to get cold.”
“Do you want me to start up the engine then we can put the heater on?”
“No, I think we better go, there is no one around Dave, perhaps we can try it again some time.”
Oh fuck I thought to myself, it had taken me years to get her this far, if nothing happened tonight I doubted I would ever have another opportunity.
“Tell you what, why don’t we give it another five minutes and if it’s still deserted we go home ok.”
She reluctantly agreed.
The five minutes passed in silence and I had my hand on the ignition key about to fire up the engine when I notice some car lights driving towards us. Thank god for that, my silent prayers had been answered. I hoped now that the driver would enter our car park and not drive off back into the village.
We were parked looking out to sea so I craned my neck around to have a good look at the vehicle which was now fortunately entering our car park. The police do regularly patrol this area so I wanted to ensure that it wasn’t the old bill that had just arrived. I also wanted to see if I recognized the car, although I didn’t know any of the regular doggers well, I knew several well enough that I was a little worried they might drop me in it with my wife. The rough plan was that if it was someone I recognized I would slip out and have a quiet word with them first, warn them that my wife didn’t know I was a regular visitor and this was her first time and so to go easy with her.
The car came in and parked alongside us leaving perhaps a 15 to 20 meter gap between us, I had not recognized the vehicle, it was a large expensive looking car with a private and distinctive number plate one that I would not have forgotten.
The driver extinguished the engine then sat there without doing anything for a couple of minutes. There appeared to be only one occupant, a male, although it was dark the nearly full moon cast enough light to make out that information.
The driver then reached up and put on his interior light, and turned towards us, he was a thick set individual, probably mid to late 40s, thick mop of grey hair, no beard or moustache.
He left the light on for half a minute or so while staring over in our direction, then switched it off and sat still in his car once again.
Rachel asked me
“What’s that all about?”
“I think it’s a signal.”
“A signal for what?”
“I think he is trying to show us that he is interested.”
“Are you sure, how do you know that Dave?”
“I’m sure I read about it on a forum or something a while back.”
My wife stared right at me with a very suspicious look on her face, I couldn’t meet her gaze and looked away. I thought I better suggest something to distract her and get her off this line of thinking, I was just about to say perhaps we should put our interior light on too when she said exactly the same thing.
Have any of you noticed how often it happens that you are about to say something and your partner will come out with the exact words you were about to speak.
I reached up and put on our interior light, once it was on it became more difficult to see what was going on outside the car.
Rachel commented
“I can’t really see what he is doing now, I feel a bit silly being on show like this should we be doing something?”
“How about we have a bit of a snog while the light is on so that he can see what we are up to, we can then put the light off and see what his next move is.” I suggested.
She surprised me when she rapidly agreed and said
“OK, its quite exciting isn’t it, but I have to admit I am a bit nervous.”
She wasn’t the only one, although I had done a fair bit of dogging over the years I had always been the person outside the car watching the action taking place inside. I had never been the guy with the woman putting on the show and the dynamic felt totally different and a little bit scary.
We began necking, I could feel Rachel trembling slightly, probably a mixture of excitement, nerves and it had got a little chilly in the car after all it was nearly xmas, and after 10 at night in December in the UK it is never exactly warm is it. It was a clear night so no clouds to keep any of the heat generated during the day, I had checked the car outside temp when we had arrived and it registered minus 1.
After a short time had elapsed, I broke off the kiss, reached up and put out the light. Nothing happed for a few minutes, we both began to regain our night vision, but looking across at the car driver he seemed to be staring out to sea and didn’t appear interested in us.
I doubted it was anything to do with my wifes appearance, she is an extremely attractive woman, and I am not just saying this because she is my wife. Many of my close friends have asked me how the hell I ended up with her as she was well out of my league when it came to looks.
I did wonder although I did not say anything to Rachel, if the driver may be gay, in addition to being a well known dogging area, the car parks here are often used by gay and bisexual men for a bit of cruising fun.
Rachel asked
“Should we put the light on again?”
“I don’t know Rach, I’m not exactly an expert on all this, I suppose we could try it.”
I was about to reach up and put our light on again, when I heard a car door opening, I glanced across and I could see the driver begin to emerge for his vehicle. His interior light came on once again due to the car door opening. As he stood up I could see he was a large man, probably a good 6ft 2 or 3 inches, with a big barrel chest on him. Looked like he kept himself in shape as he appeared more muscular than fat.
I had to admit I thought we had hit pay dirt with him, I don’t think I could have chosen a more appropriate looking candidate for Rachel if I had tried.
If she wasn’t willing to let a hunk of a guy like him have a little play with her then she was never going to let anyone.
He strode over in our direction, and stopped just a few feet away from the front passenger door. I tried to make out the expression on his face but he seemed almost expression less, it wasn’t an unpleasant face but he seemed very calm and composed almost as though he had done this kind of thing hundreds of times before, and who knows perhaps he had.
“What should we do now?”
There was an awful lot of nervous tension contained in Rachels voice as she asked me this question, I wasn’t entirely sure what to do myself but I thought I needed to be extremely careful not to fuck things up. I wanted her to have a good time but I didn’t want her to feel pressured into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with, I decided to make the following suggestion and see how she would respond.
“Shall we put the light on again and start kissing and see what he does.”
“Oh I dunno, I don’t like having the light on, perhaps we can try it for a short while and then see what happens.”
I put the light on and started snogging with Rachel once again, out of the corner of my eye I could see the guy moving a little closer towards our car. I broke off the kiss and told Rachel this, then I decided to see if she would go a little bit further.
“Would it be ok if we take the next step.”
Damn, Rachel pulled right back from me, and gave me one of her looks, fuck I thought had I pushed her too far already, me and my big fucking mouth.
“What do you mean by the next Step Dave?”
“Sorry Rach, wasn’t trying to get you to do anything your not happy with, I just thought would you mind if I started to feel up your tits a bit and see if the guy likes what were doing.”
Rachel thought for a minute then replied
“Um ok Dave, we can go that far I suppose but at any time if I say stop I want to go now, you stop immediately and we drive off is that clear?”
“Like crystal Rach, no problem. If you want to go, just say at anytime and we will leave straight away.”
We began kissing once again, I managed to position my head so that I could see what the guy outside was doing, he was now even close to the passenger door but because he was so tall he was having to stoop down a little so that he could still see what was going on inside.
I could also see that he was starting to rub his crotch area with his right hand, I wondered if I should reveal this latest detail to Rachel or should I keep it to myself.
I think she must have realized I was staring at the guy as before I could decide to tell her or not, she pulled away from me and turned to look at him herself.
Shit this was it folks, I really wasn’t sure how she would react to this situation, she could easily freak and demand we leave right now or she might like what was happening and perhaps we could take things to the next level.
Tune in for the next chapter and we find out what Rachel decides to do.
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