Adventures of A Submissive Wife (Suzi’s Journey Book 2)
Adventures of A Submissive Wife: Chapter 4

I was always looking for new ways to push my lovely submissive wife’s boundaries and reading a local newspaper article gave me another idea. Something I used to get up to in my early twenties; dogging. A quick bit of research on the internet told me which sites were active and I was good to go.

I collared my wife as she walked out the kitchen. “We’re going out tonight darling,” he said.

“Oh good,” she replied, “it’s been nearly two weeks since we’ve been anyway. Am I allowed to ask where we’re going?”

“Not yet, I’ll tell you when we get there. Wear a miniskirt and a light blouse. Nice and sexy! No underwear!”

That told Suzi what she needed to know. Her husband was going to offer her to someone else for sex again. Her pussy tingled as she quietly got on with the housework.

We went out pretty late, it was past nine o’clock and we had already eaten. That alone got Suzi intrigued. I checked her out. Her naturally voluptuous figure was shown off well in the little rah-rah skirt and semi-transparent button up blouse she had chosen. Her toned legs were showcased by the high heels she wore and the whole package was just, well, fuckable! I pulled her in for a snog and checked she was naked under the skirt. “We’re a little moist aren’t we?” I chuckled.

“You know I always get wet before your little surprises,” Suzi crooned. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing tonight?”

“Nope! I’ll tell you when we’re there!”

They drove for about forty minutes, eventually turning into a North London park. Suzi still didn’t get it as they parked in a dark corner of the car park. I turned around in my seat. “Do you know what dogging is?”

“Well, sort of,” Suzi began and then paused. “Er, not really!”

I chuckled. “You’re about to replace out.” Flicking the interior light on, I leaned across and took my wife’s full lips in my own. Suzi lay back and let her husband ravish her, her mind racing about what was going to happen next. She felt my hand squeeze the soft flesh of her inner thigh, easing her legs apart. My hand then moved to her chest and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, moving the material to expose her full bosom to the world.

As I sucked on her long nipple and began to slowly finger fuck her, Suzi suddenly jumped. There were people outside the window. She strained to make them out in the gloom and realised there were at least two men. They had their cocks out and were pointing them at her, slowly wanking. I saw them too and lowered her window. Immediately, a pair of hands reached through and she found her tits being squeezed by a man she couldn’t even see as I continued to frig her pussy. This went on for a few minutes, my finger continuing to squelch in and out of her as the disembodied hands squeezed, pinched and pulled her tender breasts. Suddenly I stopped and reached across my wife to open the door. The hands disappeared from the window, opened the door fully and reached in to pull the confused wife to her feet. Blinking to try to get some night vision, she was dragged away from the car by the hand. A little afraid now, she looked back to see with some relief that I was following; a big smile hardly concealed on my face.

As her vision cleared, Suzi saw that the two men with her were lean, rugged and very young. They must both have been under twenty one. She was led to a park bench and hustled on to her knees on the seat. One of the lads walked around the bench and encouraged her to bend over the seat back, while she felt the other’s hands all over her naked rear, spreading her legs and exploring her pussy.

I sauntered over. There were two young women standing off to the side, girlfriends of the two about to fuck his wife he presumed. Quid pro quo, he thought and eyed them up. They were both a little shorter than Suzi and very different in appearance. One was quite shapely, with jet black hair, dressed in leather skirt and jacket. She was almost Goth-like but very attractive. The other was skinny, with her hair in a ponytail and small spectacles on her nose. Like a library assistant. I moved in and stood behind the Goth in an unthreatening way. “Which one’s yours?” I asked casually.

“The one that’s about to hump your missus,” she said in a surprisingly cultured voice.

“That’s fine by me,” I replied, resting my hand lightly on her leather-clad hip. “Are you just here to watch?”

“That depends.”

The stillness of the night was suddenly torn to pieces as Suzi let out a wail. “Ooooh, yes!” Goth’s boyfriend was clearly inside my wife. I smiled inwardly. This sort of noise was a homing beacon at one of Britain’s top dogging sites. As the young man gripped Suzi’s thighs and started to hump into her, I let my hands wander over Goth-girl’s body, one slipping inside her jacket to fondle her tits and the other up her skirt.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Suzi was now lost in her little fuck world. As the boy behind her slapped against her thighs, Damion saw the one up front take his hands off her tits to grab her head in one hand and feed his cock into her mouth with the other. Before long she was being effectively spit roasted.

My movements became a little more urgent and as I nibbled her neck, he could feel Goth-girl responding. Urging her slowly forward, she soon found the front of her thighs bumping against the same bench her boyfriend was fucking Suzi on. She got the message and climbed up alongside the older woman. I wasted no time in rolling her skirt up, pushing the little g string to one side and entering her. “Fuck,” I thought. “She is really tight!”

The night air was now full of Suzi’s wails and high pitched little squeaks from Goth-girl as I humped her. I pulled almost all of the way out each time and her tight little quim clung on and seemed to follow me. Then, gripping her hips tightly, I forced my fat cock through the rippling tissue of her vagina to be rewarded with another eeek! as I bottomed out. Looking around me I realised there were suddenly a lot more people around.

As my momentum increased, Goth girl turned her head and suddenly spoke. “You are wearing a condom aren’t you?” My response was simply to increase my pace, slapping her round arse as I pummelled her. Her head was then wrenched forward and I saw a large black man in front of me, face fucking the young woman. That effectively stopped any more stupid questions.

The tight, warm fanny wrapped around his cock was too much for me. Several more hard thrusts were enough and my cock spat wads of spunk inside the youngster. As I withdrew, I saw a fat older man eagerly waiting his turn. “Fill your boots,” I offered generously and the man replaced me immediately. I was unsure about how Goth girl felt about that or indeed if she realised she’d been impregnated. The big black cock in her mouth was keeping her preoccupied. As I moved over to the side, I glanced at my wife and saw the two youngsters had also been replaced by older men who were vigorously filling her pussy and mouth.

As I looked around, I saw the place was now crowded, there must have been twenty people crowded around his wife on the park bench. There were lots of young single men but also couples, including other well groomed middle aged people and a butch lesbian pair. I kept looking until I found who I was after. I could just about make her out at the treeline, the ambient light glinting off her glasses. I walked across to join her. She looked up as I approached, like a scared rabbit trying to decide whether to run, so I quickly spoke to put her at ease. “A little nervous, eh?”

“Please leave me alone,” she replied. “I only came to keep Michelle company.”

I figured Michelle must be Goth-girl, who I’d been balls deep inside only a few minutes ago. “Well,” I replied. “If you stand on your own, some young stud will be in your knickers before you can blink.”

She turned her head from side to side and saw the scene of debauchery playing out all around her. As well as the action on the bench, there were people coupling all over the place and groups of hungry looking young males watching the action. It was like a Roman orgy. “Please don’t let them,” she stuttered. “I’m still a virgin.”

I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me, wrapping his arms around her from behind like he had with her Goth friend. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll look after you. What’s your name?”

“Maisie,” she whispered.

Maisie? Who the fuck is called Maisie these days? I turned her towards the bench where her friend was still being ploughed from behind and his wife was jigging up and down on another man’s cock while a teenager squatted behind her on the bench and tried to get his small cock in her moving arse while another was trying to fill her mouth. “Look at Michelle, Maisie,” I whispered in her ear. “Isn’t that a fucking horny sight?”

Right on cue, Michelle lifted her head and wailed like a baby. “He’s hurting her,” said Maisie quickly.

“No he’s not, Maisie darling,” I replied, lightly running his fingers down the side of her small breast. “He’s making her feel like nothing else in the world exists apart from her pussy. Wouldn’t you like to know how that feels?” There was no reply from the young woman as my hands moved inwards and began to caress her tits through the material of her tee shirt. I noted there was no bra underneath but then she didn’t need one. The hard points of her nipples were burning points in my palms. “How old are you sweetheart,” he asked softly.

“Nineteen,” she stammered nervously.

“Nineteen is a good age to become a complete woman, Maisie. Wouldn’t you like to experience what Michelle and Suzi are?”

Michelle was now howling like a dog while Suzi was making inelegant little grunting sounds as the two men jabbed in and out of her cunt and arse and the third wanked his cock into her mouth.

“Maybe,” replied Maisie,” but not here!”

By this time, I had my hands inside her tee shirt and was pulling on her nipples to feel her arousal rising as she ground her jean clad behind back against his hard cock. “Well what are we going to do then, Maisie?” I asked innocently. “If I don’t have you, one of these other hungry men will. You’re too appetising to leave alone.”

“I could give you a blow job,” she said coyly.

“Perfect,” I said, turning her around and pushing her to her knees. My cock was still out and I wasted no time in pushing it into her little mouth, wondering if she could taste her friend’s dry pussy juices that were still liberally coating it. She gagged a little at the unfamiliar size and I backed off to let her dictate the pace until comfortable. Maisie had clearly sucked cock before. She wrapped her little hand around the shaft and started to vigorously pump it up and down, sucking on the end of my big purple helmet.

Maisie may have been a virgin but her hot little mouth was doing some incredible things to me. She instinctively had just the right amount of pressure applied with her fragile hand and her mouth seemed to be able to apply more suction than a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Whereas normally I would take charge of the blow job and face fuck the girl, on this occasion, I was content to just let her get on with it. I looked around at the sexual carnage going on around him; noting to his great pleasure that my wife was now thoroughly airtight with three firm cocks plugging every orifice. I stroked Maisie’s hair and then reached down to squeeze her titties again as he felt his balls tighten again.

I nearly warned her and then decided against it as my cock twitched and fired a wad of semen straight down her throat. Maisie coughed and spluttered before pushing away, with the result that the second and third ejaculations went right across her face. Her spectacles took the brunt of it and on looking down, I saw the incredibly horny sight of this very young woman with his jism dripping off her spectacles and on to her tits.

Looking around for something to do with her now he had finished, I saw the butch lesbian couple standing in the wings, watching their performance avidly. “Hey,” I called. “Fancy looking after my little virgin friend here and keeping her honour intact.”

“Love to,” the butcher one of the two called back. “Virgins’ honour is our speciality!” I pulled Maisie to her feet and pushed her in the direction of the two women. One of them took the girl’s glasses off her face and salaciously licked the spunk off them before putting them away in the pocket of her leather jacket. The other one grabbed hold of the girl and started a similar clean up job of her face.

I moved back across to the park bench where my wife was still being humped by three men. Michelle was now on the ground, being buggered by a very fat man and judging by the amount of noise she was making, he guessed it was her first time. As I approached Suzi the men humping her appeared to finish and moved away. She looked pretty well used, with spunk dripping down her leg. I reached out a hand and pulled her to her feet. “You look like you need a break,” I said, “let’s watch for a while.” Steering her back over to where he had just come from, the couple watched what was happening to Maisie.

The lesbian couple were clearly masters at their game as they already had the innocent young woman completely naked. Maisie was lying on her back on a picnic table. The older woman was squatting over her face and rubbing what was clearly a very juicy pussy over her face; although it was impossible to tell whether she was licking. The other lesbian was kneeling on the bench part of the table with her face buried in Maisie’s snatch. Her arse was sticking up and wriggling in an enticing manner. I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen next. Sure enough, the shorts covered bottom caught the eye of a couple of single lads who sauntered over and started to rub the gusset.

A shiny face appeared from between Maisie’s thighs to hurl a “fuck off” in their direction, before getting back on with her cunnilingus. The young men took that as a challenge though and the older of the two simply ripped down her shorts and knickers and rammed himself inside her before she as much as realised what was happening.

The lesbian was clearly unhappy with having a cock inside her but the stout young fellow humping her was determined to have his way and kept her face jammed in Maisie’s muff to stop any complaints. He held her hips tightly and humped her hard until she seemed to relax. He then tore her away from her conquest and his mate bent her over at the waist before filling her mouth as well.

Maisie was now left with her face trapped under a lesbian’s sopping twat and her naked body spread-eagled on the table top. This opportunity target soon caught the eye of quite an elderly looking gentleman with shocking white hair and a dick like a donkey, which stuck out proudly from his body as he walked across to her. After a few exploratory rubs of her pussy, he climbed on to the table and slowly worked his cock into the hapless girl; Maisie’s maidenhead was soon history. I looked at the happy expression on the old fellow’s face and wondered if he had any idea he was balls deep in a virgin.

Suzi shivered and I wrapped my arms more tightly around her. “Ready to go home honey,” I asked as tenderly as I could.

“Yes please,” came the reply. “Thanks for a lovely night out.”

“My pleasure darling,” I chuckled. “Just make sure you sit on a towel on the way back!”