(Wikipedia: Dogging is a British English euphemism for engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public place or watching others doing so. There may be more than two participants; both group sex and gang banging can be included. As observation is encouraged, voyeurism and exhibitionism are closely associated with dogging.)
Suzie slowly left the interstate, when she realized that her mind was still jumbled with the discovery of the photos. She lectured herself at that point sternly to simply back off and enjoy what she was about to do.
It had been an accident, a fortuitous event. She was getting laundry ready and an sd card from a digital camera fell out of Jason's pocket. It peaked her interest and she went to her computer and loaded the card. For a bit of time, she just stared, just stared.
There were photos of Jason, her loving husband, and Ilie, her best friend, and they were fucking! That is, they were fucking, when they weren't doing other things: like Ilie kneeling and sucking Jason's cock, or Ilie taking Jason's cock in her ass.
The last of the photos were the proverbial 'last straw'. The shot, taken from a tripod setup, showed Ilie kneeling in the bathroom on the floor. (Susie recognized the towels as theirs.) Jason was standing, a huge grin on his face and pissing into Ilie's mouth.
Susie sat for a long time and just thought about it, that's all, thought about it. She felt a huge mixture of emotions. One of the things that assaulted her mind was the fact that, if he'd mentioned it, asked, or anything like that, she probably would have been fine with it, as long as she got to watch. But with this! With this she was devastated.
She got herself a cup of coffee and sat at her computer trying to think of what to do. Her first thought was to download the photos, which she did and made copies. She was determined that there would be a reckoning about this. Having made the copies of the photos, and printed a set of them out, she carefully put the sd card back in Jason's shirt pocket.
It was then that she thought of 'dogging'. At first, she couldn't possibly understand why that topic came to her mind but she settled in with the thought pretty quickly.
"Of course," she said to herself, "Dogging. Why not? Give yourself a break, Suse!"
She was smiling, when she finished.
Susie and Jason Timbler had been married for 6 years. They had, what she thought was a great sex life. She hadn't expected this. They had even approached the topic of swinging a little bit, and both seemed interested but also both of them approached the subject carefully. And then there was this.
They'd married in their mid 20s, each pursuing a career. Susie Timbler was petite but large breasted, one of the things that Jason always said turned him on about her. He called her at times his 'short stuff', and it always made her giggle. He was frequently full of praise for her: her lovely auburn hair, nicely rounded ass and large, 36c tits.
Susie also had a very active sexual inquisitiveness. She roamed the net freely and looked in on all sorts of sites and practices, enjoying most of them. It was on one such foray that she'd run across the British practice of 'dogging'. It inflamed her imagination immediately. She went to various sites to see videos and photos of the practice, and even began to turn over in her mind various ways to get Jason to agree to let her go and try it. She was sure that a university town like this must have a 'dogging' area.
The idea, until now, had been left there. But now it was front and center in her mind. She went to a site that she'd only recently found and discovered that it was so exciting that it made her immediately horny. It was a site that gave directions about where to find 'dogging' areas in major metro areas.
Susie had been positively turned on by the fact that, her own metro area was one of those included. She had, at the time, bookmarked the site and left it. She was that excited about it that she wanted to play with herself immediately, and get back to the site some other time.
Now she logged into the site and began to navigate around it. It talked about a main dogging area that was on the outskirts of town, in an area that Susie vaguely knew from doing some antiquing there.
In the description it indicated that groups of guys would routinely go to the area and wait, hoping for women, eager for some 'dogging' experience, to show up.
There was also a blog that she discovered from a woman that gave instructions and hints about getting ready for a dogging experience.
All that she read on the blog pleased Susie. It spoke of dressing sexy, a dress, stockings, no pantyhose, garter belt. It also gave the blogger a chance to talk about what really turned her on. She spoke about being in the midst of a bunch of guys, and being the only one stripped naked. She spoke about liking the fact that everyone was eager to get a hand on her nakedness, get a cock in her mouth and fuck her. It pleased her to have photos taken off the dogging event. She even talked about them 'wilding' a bit, and gathering to piss on her, when they were finished. She also mentioned that it was a good idea to do some negotiating, if certain practices really turned you on or if you absolutely refused to engage in others.
Susie was over the moon with enthusiasm for it. It was allowing her to channel her anger about the photos, and go ahead with the plan that was forming in her mind. She was determined to deal with Jason and Ilie about this but wanted her own ammunition before she did.
She was aware that Jason was going to visit his Mom, out of state, that weekend. It would be an overnight, and Susie decided that it would be her chance. She got a map to make sure that she knew exactly where the 'dogging' spot was, and she was set.
She saw Jason off and asked him to give his Mom a kiss for her. Then she was alone.
Her preparations were elaborate for that evening, her revenge evening, her 'dogging' evening. She showered and put on perfume. She went to the bottom of her lingerie drawer and found a pair of dark, almost black, thigh high stockings, and a lacy black garter belt. She put those on and then a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra. Then it was as shortish skirt and an over blouse, finished off by what Jason always referred to as her 'fuck me' heels, with their 4 inch lifts.
She was ready.
She returned to her present reality at that point, and realized that she was indeed closing in on her destination. She had looked the map over a number of times and knew what to expect. She drove the SUV slowly up a by lane that was out in the middle, it seemed, of nowhere.
Slowly she began to discern in the not too far distance a light glowing. As she neared the lighted area, she found herself to be totally turned on. Her panties were wet with anticipation and she was in an 'anything goes' kind of mood.
That's the ways she was feeling, as she pulled into the makeshift parking lot and stopped. She immediately saw that there was a group of five guys there, standing around and drinking.
"Five of them!" Susie said to herself, "Party time, girl!"
All eyes were on Susie's SUV as she pulled in and stopped. The talking and the drinking had, for the moment, stopped and they were staring at Susie's vehicle.
When she emerged, she was thrilled by the noises that they made, once they saw that it was indeed a lovely, lovely woman, who was getting out of the SUV.
"Holy shit!" someone said.
"Oh fuck yes!" came another voice only to be followed by a third voice saying:
"Watch your language, guys, a lady is present."
Susie approached and said: "Hi, guys!" in a very bright voice.
"Lost sweetheart?" someone asked.
"Gee, five lovely men, and only me; if I'm lost then I want to stay lost!" Susie said, and they cheered.
"What you guys doin' out here?" she asked softly.
"Just drinkin' and talkin'," one voice said but another chimed in immediately:
"Waiting for you, love!"
Susie grinned and said: "Well, guys, here I am!"
"Drink?" someone asked, offering her a drink.
"Well, I might have one or two," Susie said.
"Problem is," the one with the bottle of scotch said, "We've all pitched in to buy the booze and you haven't. You'll need to pay for it."
Susie got a concerned look on her face and said: "Well, that's only fair; how much for a drink?"
A voice took up her question immediately and declared: "Your blouse will do!"
Susie's response to this was to giggle; it set them all off laughing too.
There were grins all around as she continued: "Well, I'm really thirsty; hope I have enough clothes!"
"There are other things that you can pay with," a voice said.
"Yes," she said softly, "I guess there are but here's for the drink."
She unbuttoned the blouse and slipped it off of her shoulders, exposing her large tits and their lacy black holder. They clapped and cheered. Susie curtsied for them and took a drink.
"I'm Susie," she said, and they told her their names: "Jim, Chuck, Sammy, Will and Ronnie."
"Pleased to meet you, Jim, Chuck, Sammy, Will and Ronnie," she said raising her drink in a toast.
After she took a swig of her drink she said: "Guys, I have rules but they are my rules."
"What's that," she was asked.
"I want photos of everything, and no ass!!" she said.
And with a laugh, a voice said: "You've got it."
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