Like many other married couples in their forties, Des and Kathy’s love life had become rather predictable to the point of boring. Unlike many couples they decided to do something about it and sought the advice of a sex therapist.

Theresa Williams, the therapist suggested that Des and Kathy rekindled their sex by having a “date night” when they would experiment with new ideas. Perhaps try things that they might have done in their teenage courting days, such as having a snog and a grope in the back of the cinema.

“How about doing it in the back of your car in a lay-by,” she added, warming to her theme.

“Booking into a hotel in separate rooms then meeting in the bar as if you have never met before. I am sure you get the idea and will probably think of loads more scenarios of your own.”

Des and Kathy liked the suggestion and decided that Friday night, after they had finished their working week would be their date night.

For their first attempt at this new game, they went to the multiplex cinema. Kathy wore a short skirt so that Des would be able to get his hand up easily. They had a choice between “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer”. Kathy chose Barbie.

“I would have preferred Oppenheimer, “sulked Des.

“When we were going out together, you couldn’t care less what film was showing so long as you could have a good feel.”

The cinema was quite full. “We’ll be lucky to get chance to have a good grope with all these people around,” grumbled Kathy.

“It’ll add to the fun.” Des considered the risk of discovery arousing.

Luckily they found a row near the back that was unoccupied so they sat down in the middle.

“Wait until the lights go off,” Kathy instructed as she felt Des’s hand on her bare knee.

“Incy -Winsey Spider climbing up the spout...”. Des started to recite the old nursery rhyme as he slowly walked two fingers up his wife’s thigh.

Kathy giggled as she recalled the silly game they had played as teenagers. How far would Incy Winsey spider get up the spout before Kathy would shriek in protest?

“Be careful, Des. I think that guy over there is watching. Des paused the spider as he glanced in the direction Kathy indicated. He spotted the man with his raincoat spread over his knees.”

“I reckon he’s playing with himself under that coat. Do you want to move to another seat?”

“No we’ll stay. Let’s give the mucky old bugger a treat!” As she spoke Kathy unzipped her husband’s trousers and liberated his penis.

“I bet he’ll cum quick when he sees me sucking your cock”

Des grunted a half-hearted protest as Kathy’s lips closed over his stiffening penis.

Putting on a quick spurt, Incy Winsey Spider completed his ascent and found his way into Kathy’s knickers.

“Incy Winsey’s found a nice warm cave to hide in,” whispered Des.

Kathy almost choked as she stifled a giggle.

The following Friday, they decided to go to the lay-by they used to frequent as teenagers. When they arrived at the place Des swore “Bugger. I’d forgotten that they’d built the new bypass here.” The lay-by was now part of a new ring road.

“Never mind, Des. I’m sure we’ll find somewhere else where we can park.”

Des drove on until Kathy said “Over there, Des. The entrance to the sports field.”

He drove into the designated place and leaned over to fondle Kathy’s breasts.

“Des, there are some other cars parked over there.”

“Huh, don’t worry,” said Des as he began to pull down his wife’s knickers.”

Just then there was a knock on his steamed up side window.”

“Fuck! What’s that?”

Kathy quickly pulled up her knickers.

The knock on the window was repeated.

Des wound down the window. A man and a woman stood by the car peered in at Des and Kath.

“Okay if we watch you, mate,” enquired the man.

“What do they want?” asked a puzzled Kathy.

“I think they want to watch us fuck. I think this must be the local dogging site.”

“As if confirming Des’s theory, the mystery woman added “You can watch us as well.”

Kathy and Des had a hurried, whispered conflab, which resulted in Kathy saying “ It’s a nice idea, but we can’t tonight. We’ll pop back next week, same time and if you’re here we’ll take you up on the idea.

Des quickly wound up the window and drove off.

Turning to his wife, Des asked “Did you mean that?”

“I don’t know, Des. It would be something different. We can think it over.”

When they got home they decided to have an early night. As they lay in bed they discussed the idea of dogging. Both could see that it could be fun, but decided to put the idea on hold for the time being. The mental imagery of having another couple watch them having sex was quite stimulating but they agreed it would be better in the comfort of their own home. Kathy felt her husband’s stiff penis.

“My, I can see the idea has got you worked up, my man”

“You too,” responded Des as he fingered his wife’s moist opening.

They fucked energetically before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The following Friday it was raining hard.

“I wonder if the doggers go out in bad weather,” mused Des.

“Dunno, but I’m not about to find out. What shall we do tonight then?”

Des thought for a while before replying.

“There is one fantasy I have been thinking about, but I’m not sure whether I should tell you.”

“Des!” Scolded Kathy. “Remember what the therapist said. Rule One: No secrets. So now you’re obliged to tell me.”

“Okay, but you’ll be shocked.”

“I might be, but then again, I might not.”

“Okay. I’ll tell you, but don’t throw a wobbly. It’s only a fantasy.” Des paused, shuffling his feet.”

“Come on then Des. Don’t stop now and leave me dangling.”

“We’ll the thing is, Kathy, I have this fantasy of watching you, you know with another bloke.”

“You mean you want to watch while another man fucks me?”

“We’ll, er yes. But it’s just a silly fantasy.”

“That’s funny Des, because I have that fantasy too.”

“You do? Heck I never knew.”

“The thing is Des, we have been with each other since we were in our teens. You are the only man I have ever had. No complaints, but I must admit that I am curious to feel another prick inside me. And if I did do it, I would want you there with me.” I wouldn’t want to do it behind your back.

“Gosh that’s a surprise. Have you anyone in mind?”

“No not really. If I did it I would want you to pick someone. It would have to be a bloke you trust and wouldn’t go blabbing to all his mates. Can you think of anyone?”

“Oh, fuck! Let me think.” Des paused, wrinkling his brow in concentration.

“Oh hang on. Do you remember Graham Davies? I think you met him at the firm’s Christmas Dinner.”

“I can’t bring him to mind. What does he look like?”

“Oh he’s about 40, fair hair ... oh wait I took some photos, he may be on one of them.”

Des took his mobile phone and started flicking through the picture library.

“Ah, here we are, the Christmas Do. Let’s see ... yes here we are. This is Graham. He’s sat at the table, second on the right.”

Her curiosity aroused Kathy studied the image.

“Mmmm, not bad. He dresses nicely and his hair looks nice. Is he attached?”

“I’m almost certain he’s on his own just now. He did have a partner but I am fairly sure they split up. I don’t know too much about him. He keeps himself to himself.”

“Wouldn’t it look funny if you suddenly invited him round?”

“Maybe not. Graham has recently joined my team on the new shopping mall project. I could come up with an excuse to invite him round to discuss some aspect of the project. It would give you chance to weigh him up.”

“I like the idea. I’ll give you ten brownie points for being a clever boy.”

“I think I’d sooner you get on your knees and suck my cock. I’ve got a throbbing hard on.”

Kathy laughed softly and tugged down the zip. A few seconds later Des felt his wife’s mouth close over his swollen cock. He groaned as he tried to conjure up a vision of Kathy sucking Graham off.

“Where do you want my spunk? Mouth or face? I’m nearly there. Kathy stopped sucking for a second.

“Mouth”. She quickly resumed her sloppy blowjob.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” Des pulled his wife’s head towards him as he spurted jets of thick sperm into her mouth. He held her until every last drop of his spunk had oozed out. When he finally let her go, Kathy savoured the salty tasting mouthful before swallowing it down.

After work on the Monday following the discussion about Graham came home with some news.

“I managed to have a chat with Graham over coffee. It turns out his wife dumped him for another man about three months ago. He is now living with his mother. I got the impression he is a bit frustrated because his mother is a bit old fashioned and Graham is too embarrassed to invite a lady friend round.”