Myself and my partner Paul have a current naughty indulgence. One that involves driving out to secluded spots in the middle of nowhere and anonymously pressing flesh with others in the dark.

These things always start on holiday, don’t they?

You know how it is. Your inhibitions and boundaries loosen when you are far away from anybody that you know and you end up doing something that is rather out of character for a Wednesday evening.

That something did happen recently when we spent a week close to a popular Spanish coastal resort that gave me especially, the taste and urge for something just as (if not more) wicked when we returned.

Over the course of our trip, we came across some wonderful scenery. Paul and I took full advantage of the cheap rates a local hire car company were offering to the guests at the hotel we were staying at and we came across many parks, lakes and mountains. It was all very picturesque.

One particular afternoon, we stopped at a family run roadside taqueria for beans, rice and cerveza and after stuffing ourselves, we parked up in a car park just on the edge of a town. As the town was so pretty, we decided to lock it all up and go for a wander.

As we ambled around the little streets, it’s quaint trinket shops and started to head back towards the car, I stopped him for a hug and whispered into his ear.

“You know, this would be the ideal time and place for us to do that thing we talked about…”

He looked suspiciously at me but knew exactly what I was talking about. My desire to be watched by complete, unsuspecting strangers.

A couple of weeks ago in Hyde Park, I met Paul on his lunch break. He’s a Head Concierge at a local hotel. Anyway, one thing led to another and before we know it, we were fooling around on the grass near one of their big Oaks. I caught him off guard by climbing on and riding up my long skirt and began stroking each other. Thinking that nobody would be able to see the penetration, Paul seemed eager. Initially, he was a little prudish at the idea, but as I pointed out where it could possibly lead to in the future (ie, him possibly fucking other women), he seemed to gradually warm up to the idea.

Before I knew it, I had my head tilted back and was making it more than clear as to what I was doing, to the extent that people began to notice and casually stop and loiter at a respectful distance. I leant back on the grass and my hips were rocked to a wonderful buzz in my crotch as I slid up and down him, whilst basking in the hot rays from above.

As much as I was enjoying myself, secretly I had wanted them to come closer and even put on a mutual display, but for the time being, I decided to keep that naughty thought to myself. Probably best, as I eyeballed this passing couple and smiled their way as if to entice them over but the look of alarm on their faces and the quickening of their pace soon brought me back down to earth.

So, I thought at some point that this holiday may provide the welcome opportunity for a little misbehaviour in public. Which is what I was now cutesying up to him now for, staring up at him with Bambi eyes and scratching at his hairy chest under his loose dress shirt.

“Please don’t get us arrested in a foreign country, Sam…” he pleaded to me.

“We won’t, I promise.” I rationalised, but with absolutely no guarantee of a promise. “There’s probably no threat here. It’s risky, but I really wanna try…”

He held me by the hand and a worried look came over him, one that I was sure would disappear once I was on my knees and had his cock in my mouth.

I was in my tiny miniskirt and heels. I reached up the front of it and whipped off my g-string. I took the keys from my pocket and buzzed the car door open. I bent over in the doorway and pulled up my skirt over my cheeks giving Paul full view of my bald pussy, as a car raced by. I rummaged the knickers into my bag on the back seat and reached behind for him. He couldn’t resist a little fumble in my glove compartment too, as it was happily on show.

I felt his cock grow in his pants as he found me sucking on his index finger before I hoped he would take the hint to insert it somewhere tight and forbidden in most of the world. He did just that, slipping it into my arsehole, just as another vehicle drove by. It made us laugh when the car sounded his horn. I just hoped that he didn’t turn the corner and fly off the side of the road, which was on a slight ridge. I craved the attention, but not at the risk of some poor horny soul flying off the edge of a cliff because where our car was, the locals would get more scenery than they bargained for. If they were paying attention. I purred quite genuinely and actually moved back onto his digit.

“Look at you, you filthy bugger. Here you are in the Spanish countryside poking me anally with your finger, without a care in the world and you haven‘t even made love to me yet.”

“You love it…” he said, soon replacing it his finger with something else completely. I rummaged further into my bag and applied lube to my finger. While his cock slid into my goose bumped vagina, I stuck the wet, sticky finger into my other hole. I was completely ready for him.

“You want this right here, do you?” he taunted me.

I purred. He grabbed the side of my cheek, slipped two fingers inside my gaping mouth and grabbed a handful of hair in his fist.

“You want this right in your ass at the side of the road where all these holidaymakers and horny, road raging, teenagers can see?”

“Yeah, and I want them to all stop and gangbang me,” I blurted. I didn’t know what came over me and for a second, I eased and tensed up, waiting for a reaction. I got it, but not the one I expected.

“Huh… Yeah, I’d love to see that.” He gripped my hips at each side and banged away. “Be my little cock whore, hmmm?”

His taunting gave me palpitations and drove me into complete wanton hussy mode.

“Fuck my ass in front of everyone!” I demanded. My bare ass thrust back and forth on his cock, while the little sporty Renaults buzzed past and rang their horns in either disapproval or support. Whichever it was, we’d past caring at that point. I leant back and hooked his waist from behind and tilted my head to one side in search of his mouth with mine, until he completely devoured my body with hungry and urgent thrusts and gasps.

I sat in the back of the car on a clump of tissues.

“I can’t believe you came in my arse, that’s so inconvenient…” I teased. Well, it was at this moment in time. He laughed at the cheek of it as he sat in the driver’s seat and turned around to face me.

“Are you ok?”

“Once I get you all out, yeah. I can’t walk around with your juice seeping down my legs while I am walking around now, can I?”

After that first, incredibly liberating experience, I was seething with anticipation to try more and upon our return, it only took a couple of nights until the next natural step was suggested in bed one night. My lover grabbed my neck and pulled me back as he took me from behind.

“Take me somewhere and have me perform for others…” I begged. He stopped and rolled off me.

“You ok?” I chuckled at his change of pace, as he hit the bed and lay on his back beside me too.

“I kinda have a fantasy too.”

“Mmmm, do tell…”

I had kinda suspected what that was, since his outburst.

“I really want to see you fucked by a group of men while I watch.”

“Ahhh, you are a bit of a cuckold then?” I leaned over and poked him playfully.

“Errr… well, if that’s….”

“Awww.” I cooed, laying back on the newly laundered sheets. “That’s okay, honey.”

I explained the world of ‘Dogging’ to him. I assured him that he had probably seen it being talked about in some Sunday tabloid or other, in relation to some footballer or was it the guy that won some reality talent show? I can’t remember, but I soon confessed how I had been to a few spots with a friend before we had met.

“Your friend? Like a male friend? A boyfriend used to take you?”

“Oh, no.” Not that I would have minded that one of them did, they were all a bit too possessive for that sort of freedom. “I mean, it’s just fun. Innit?” I started. “I went with Mandy from the Bingo.”

“Ok, tell me about that?’

“Oh, you know.” I laughed. “Two friends gossip about their mutual acquaintances and share a bottle of cheap wine over the gear stick of her Mazda…”

“Why would that be sexual?” he started, innocently. “Oh….”

I clarified for him, just in case.

“Yeah, we basically drive up to where we know there is some action…. Open up the doors on each side and stick our rear ends out. The process goes down quite well. We tend to get quite the response. I get to chat about our family and friends and get off at the same time…. Works for me, as long as everyone uses protection…”

Paul looks on, dumbfounded. I try to alleviate his fears.

“Oh God, it’s not like you are going to forge a major relationship or fall in love with anyone who takes you from behind over one of the bonnet of an S-Reg Celica behind Tescos now…”

“Tescos?”

“Yeah, Tescos…”

“Which one?”

“Why, you wanna go?” I propositioned him.

“Sure, why not?”

The glee and the look of surprise on his face was delicious. I described the place and tried to explain where it was. He seemed to know where it was but mumbled something about being sure the sat-nav in his new Volvo would be able to pick it up and should we go soon.

It was exactly what I had hoped he would come around to. It was fairly incognito and seemed like the perfect time to take our experience further.

“You really want me to take you?” he wanted to clarify, later on that night.

“In more ways than one, yes.” I tried to reassure him. I sat and thought about his insecurities as I cleared up the remnants of the Pasta Bolognaise, but pressed to continue. “I’d never really thought about it with you, if I was to be honest.”

“It has crossed my mind,” he admitted, “Especially since our getaway, but it had always seemed like such an anonymous experience for a loving couple to go though. I mean, surely anything like that…. graphic should mean something to both parties, right?”

“Yeah, I see that. But it’s such a fucking turn on, I don’t focus on that. It’s not an emotional thing. It’s primal, it’s brief… Lustful, it’s of the moment. Basic pleasure.”

“The hassle-free aspect of the pleasure is appealing…” he admits.

“Yeah, I bet it is.” I caw. “Especially, when some other wife or other friends like me or Mandy park up and offer themselves over…”

“Yeah, I guess it is. Just as long is everyone is safe.”

I shook my head at him and went off to change. I felt a rush of adrenalin as I insisted that we struck while the iron was hot. We would go tonight.

“How do I look?” I motioned my legs apart in the passenger seat to Paul, as he drove over the Hammersmith flyover.

“Very appealing,” he purred as he slipped his hand between my legs, whilst the other steered the car towards our playful destination. He had given me a good licking whilst I was getting changed and I thought about what he had whispered into my hairless crotch, as he rubbed my clit with one hand and had his eyes fixed on the road we were cruising down.

“I just wanted a bit of this before you have all of those men inside of you…” he had announced, while on his knees at the foot of the bed.

“That’s very kind of you to offer…” I joked.

We instantly saw plenty of activity in the car park. There were people milling round between the cars, from what I could make out from the darkness. There were about ten cars parked up. Some had their interior lights on and doors open and some have been locked up for their occupants to wander. Whether those cars had men, couples, a whole gaggle of females was really anybody’s guess. Chances are they were men, but there was always one or two couples milling around, also looking for lots of cock.

Paul switched his lights off and put the interior light on and drove slowly up next to two other cars that had the same. The car next to us, which was now the central of three, had both doors open. There were couples at each side and another to the rear. Quite the unexpected activity at the end of the day.

“You ready?” he asked me.

“Sure. Do I look okay?”

“You look really horny…”

I was wearing the tiniest black denim skirt and some matching patent heels with a red cashmere jumper Paul had bough me for my last birthday. I didn’t think to bother with underwear. If anything, I thought that it would be a nice surprise for Paul, who was used to me being ever so slightly more demure.

“What do you want to do then?” he asked me, looking down at the steering wheel.

“I’m not sure…” I giggled, chewing on a thumbnail. “You tell me.”

He undid his belt and I took the prompt to suck his cock. He buzzed the window down and almost immediately the crunch-crunch on the gravel came towards us.

“Can I open the door on the other side?” a voice asked, straight away. I momentarily look up from the attention I was giving my partner’s cock to surpervise what the stranger was doing behind me. If anything, I sensed that was at least what Paul expected of me, this first time experience we were now heading towards. Part of me felt like I should explain how important and unique this a moment this was for us, but the guy had already revealed his lower torso, which comprised of some fairly taut muscles and the pair of boxers I was staring at, with The Simpsons on them.

But no matter, as they were soon replaced with the sight of a generous, healthy cock.

“I have condoms…” he added further.

“Sure, go ahead.” I shuffled myself around, taking the initiative, expecting Paul to be polite and not to protest but slightly wince in case he did when I moved my ass around to the stranger. As soon as the door opened, numerous pairs of hands caressed my bottom (as is the normally the case in these situations) and someone even took the liberty of cheekily slipping a couple of fingers inside my cunt.

“Are you ok?” asked Paul.

“Yeah, great…” I assured him, probably slightly taken aback at how his chivalry in this instance was not needed. What I assumed to be the fingerer, then got onto his knees behind me and pulled my hips towards his face. He darted his tongue inside me. He had the vigour and daring of someone much younger than the middle aged men that you see, in my experience. I gripped Paul’s hand and pushed back to encourage the young man further. There was more shuffling of feet on the ground and I sensed something of a crowd gathering.

I even heard a female’s voice.

“Look at that cute ass, baby…”

After a few minutes, the young man fumbled at the little wrapper and slipped on a condom, before sliding his length into me slowly, or at least that was how I tried to encouraged him. He forced it in quite significantly and I had to concentrate and relax enough for him, while Paul looked on and the assembled few whispered filthy things towards my anonymous partner in direction. The group continued to murmur encouragement and approval.

“Yeah, fuck that ass…”

“Hold her up, so we can see that ass being fucked…”

“God, she’s a right dirty bitch, this one… you are fucking lucky there, mate.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, because it was the very same thing I had been teasing him with for weeks now, albeit now delivered in a voice that would be advertising a free CD in The Sunday Sport.

The boy pounded me with no shame or hesitation and I gasped for breath as I desired to be more accessible down below. Paul was surprisingly nonchalant as I caught him watching a couple out of his side avidly, whilst enjoying the firm grip of my hand around his meat. I saw that they were in some little hot, classic run-around, like an MG or a Lotus or something. They too had their door open too but were so into each other (she was on top of him riding) most were concentrating their attentions on our car, which had the more willing-to-participate female. Moi. The wife in the other car was looking to be more watched than fooled around with. She certainly had a good view at us too, and giving me a bit of a Bi eye in the process.

It only took about five minutes until the guy behind me grabbed my hips hard and emptied his lot, while inside me. He kissed the base of my spine with gratitude and gave my cheek a little pat. He grabbed the jeans from around his ankles and shuffled to one side where he was instantly replaced by another tool, already rubbered up. I wondered if a queue was forming in the dark behind me. I grabbed the hand on my hip and realised that it was black, which explained the difference in girth that had just plunged inside me. He fucked me for all I was worth for a good ten minutes, until I motioned for him to stop.

I righted myself and tried to hang onto the steering wheel and Paul for balance as he fucked me hard again. I banged my head on the rear view and stopped him once more. I apologized to the man behind me and explained that I was getting out of the car to get more comfortable. I know that wasn’t part of the plan at this stage but I knew that this guy was too good not to sample, at first hand. Plus, it was my first taste of black cock and it had been introduced to me rather unceremoniously. I have always thought that sort of occasion would deserve, at least a little, fanfare. Even if it was me crouched down in some car park after hours and it was me that was doing all of the blowing.

Paul exited from his side and came around to where I was hovering over the ground with my skirt hiked up around my waist and balancing gingerly with my heels on the gravel. I pencilled a note to myself to return with trainers the next time we ventured out. I positioned myself before the black guy and my lover, who both stood before me.

I took each of them (in turn) in my mouth, until a female voice pushed her way through the throng and crouched next to me. She was a bit older and not really my type but I was grateful for the pussy rubbing she immediately offered between my legs as I bobbed up and down on her hand over the stony ground. She watched by my side as I continued between the two crotches before me. She waited and I felt the warmth from her smile next to me. I took Paul from my mouth and offered him to her, which she grabbed hold of and then devoured. Paul shuffled with the change and had to centre himself with a hand on the top of her head. She really put me to shame with how she attacked him and then called for the length I had too.

“I want you both to come on my face.” I announced. Minutes later, a cocktail of black and white semen hit my face. The older lady, happy to let me have my moment, was now begging to take some from my face and I turned to face her, unsure of why she would think I would protest. She had already rubbed my pussy to an obvious, unchallenged orgasm, so I was more than happy to oblige though, considering I had commandeered the attention of the guys in front of us so much. She lapped and licked at my face, in an attempt to taste their bitter juice on me and sucked them from my mouth too. After our spunky kiss, she licked me clean and handed me the bottle of water someone had passed to her.

After we both recomposed ourselves and the collective had begun to disperse, the woman dropped to her knees and ushered me to spread my legs where I was stood against the side of our car. She tongued my clit and did not relent until my bones shook. I collapsed in her arms for a few minutes and then to a few grumbles and sighs from the others hanging around, we bid our clandestine partners a fond farewell, with a definite promise to return soon.

We drove away deep in enthusiastic conversation and returned to our humble abode where Paul would run me the biggest bubble bath and spent the rest of the evening finger feeding me chocolate, before offering me a well deserved massage to relax me for my bed.

It wasn’t very long until we found ourselves heading back for more either.