After our experience with swinging, meeting couples of different ages for sex.. Our last swinging gathering soured our taste, held at a private house South of the river, a friend of a friend of a friend kind of house, the bogans owned the house and expected to get free groping rights to all the partners of the couples that turned up.
That was it for us, time to move on and try a new adventure, we chose dogging.
The SH site that both of us were still members, give the locations of the dogging areas of each state, members alert others on where to go, looking at the suggested locations, then looking to see where they were, became a bit of a quest for the both of us. We came up with a different approach, placed all the known dogging locations for our state and city, then pinned them into GE. That worked a treat.
Our first meeting area, South of the river, at a place called Fish Market Reserve, a week day adventure, we chose a time and date, it was up to the GF on what she wore. The choice was perfect for me, a summer dress purchased in Broome on a recent two week stay, one piece, buttoned up the front, no bra or knickers, suspender pantyhose and heels.
Packed a bag with towel, flannel, two litres of water, a small dish, then set off, excited like a young married couple, something neither of us were. Took just on an hour and half to get there, navigating through the back streets, we drove down a gravel ramp into a carpark, past the boat ramp, and to the furtherest part of the car park. The GF climbed out, a bit shaky on the heels on uneven ground, I locked the truck, then headed to an area where the river had a right hand bend. I carried the bag, as we chatted, looking ahead to see if anyone else was around.
A reasonable secluded area of land, the GF said this will do. I laid out the towel, the GF sat down, her legs open, I became excited immediately, looking at that smooth shaved camel toe, smiling back at me, pourd a glass of water, handed that to the GF. The sun was directly above us, the shade of the tree was doing its thing, I looked back to the way we had come and saw a man walking towards us, carrying something in his right hand, but could not make out what it was, until he got closer, a fishing rod, but where was his tackle and bait box.
Told the GF that a man was coming along the path we had drove into this area, and had just passed my truck. The GF smiled, laid down on her back, legs still open.
This chap stopped, said hello, then looked down at the GF, her camel toe, to me, then asked did I mind. Not at all I replied.
I could see this was not something new to him, kneeling down, his hands pushed up the GF dress exposing her 34B tits, played with her nipples, pinching and squeezing them, the GF started to make little squeals from her mouth, legs began flapping like butterfly wings, back and forth slowly.
Tony, as we found out his name afterwards, buried his face in between her legs, tongue fucking her sweet spot, while his hands kept playing with her tits, until the GF whispered to him to fuck her. Undoing his trousers, releasing his cock, he pulled the GF up onto her knees, rolled her over, then forced his cock into her, she was wet, very very wet, his hands gripped her dark brown pony tail, slapped her butt cheeks, then said aloud "You ready to ride my cock".
I was hard, watching his cock going in and out slowly at first, he would slow right down, slap her butt cheeks again, then start over, getting a little faster each time he started again, letting go of her hair, taking up her tits that flopped back and forth on her chest, that whop, whop, whop sound when two bodies are coming together in hot tension, I imagined that the row of houses opposite to where we were, might be able to hear what was going on, but I doubt that, with the noise the GF and Tony were making.
He gripped her hips, held her, pumping his sperm in, then slowly pulled free, his cock still semi hard, cum leaked out of her, the fanny fart spitting his liquid further out, covering the back of her thighs, the GF slumped forward onto her chest, fucked. He had done a far better job on her than I could ever have.
While the GF was slumped on her belly, Tony and I had a bit of a chat. He told me that this location was busy on Friday nights and came down to service the women that were brought here by their husbands, boyfriends. He had been sitting on his front veranda, saw our car come down here, decided to walk down and see what was up. When he saw the GF laying down on the towel, he knew what we were after, offered his service and the rest you already know. The fishing rod was a prop, said local shire rangers usually patrol the area during the day, and that we should look at packing up and going.
The GF needed a clean, taking the bowl, tipped in some water, dipped the flannel in, wiped her camel toe of Tonys cum, then pulled her dress back down covering her thighs, helped her up on unsteady legs. Tony walked with us back to the truck, we said goodbye and hoped to meet him here at the same location, the next following Friday evening. He did offer just come to his house for sex, that was something the GF had to decide on, she was more interested in having more then one male, after all, that's what dogging is all about.
We tried all the different locations that the both of us had picked out in our city, some were duds, some were hot, with lots of males of different ages, and a few couples. The dogging scene lasted longer than both of us expected, but like all things when free sex is about, it became spoiled. We gave dogging up due to the queues of Taxi drivers all wanting a freee root, imagine 20 plus males, all lining up for one female, not going to happen.
We did find something else, not dogging, swinging of a sorts. meeting males for sex in public places during the day, but thats another experience that deserves its own telling.
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