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our landlady said.
      “The noise?”
      “Yes, the noise. It simply won’t do.”
      “Sorry. It won’t happen again,” I said apologetically when I didn’t really have anything to apologise for.
      So, as you can imagine, there we were, a young couple on a dirty weekend away, which had been cleaned up pretty pronto, wondering how we were going to indulge in the fun we’d come away for in the first place.
      It was a late stroll along the beach and a stroke of luck that finally gave us our answer.
      Underneath one of the piers a young couple of a similar age to us, we’re kissing and cuddling, or at least that’s what we thought they were doing, until we got closer. As we neared to them it became quite obvious that they were having full sex and such were the throes of their passion, they didn’t care who knew about it or watched.
      The females blouse was wide open; underneath it she wore no bra, allowing us to get a clear view of her perfectly rounded breasts and large, hard nipples. Her skirt was pulled up while the male had his pants pulled down to his ankles, as he thrust deep and rhythmically inside of her.
      We both stood transfixed watching their frantic, desperate lovemaking. It was then our own desperation hit us. I pulled down my own knickers and taking my partners hand, I guided his fingers inside my moistness. I had no need to unleash the beast that bulged in his pants. Within the blink of an eye his pants were down and I was spread on the soft wet sand, enjoying him taking me, a mere few feet away from the other couple.
      When the dirty deed was over for both parties we all quickly gathered ourselves, putting our clothing straight in a fashion and hurried away in opposite directions as if nothing had happened.
      As a couple we had taken our first foray and footsteps into something different. And all the signs ahead pointed to the promised land, the land of dogging.
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
      The first time when we actually set out to purposely go dogging was after we were married. Five years after to be exact. We’d been having one of those moments that couples, at least the successful ones that stay together have, where they open up and tell their partner what they’re doing right and where they could improve, and what exactly turns them on. The subject came up of what we’d done on the beach next to the other couple. We hadn’t talked about it for years, but of course we both agreed that it had aroused us highly and from there we began to explore our fantasies further. My husband wanted to see me play with another woman, a thought which also excited me no end, but I was also excited about being shared with my husband and another man.
      With dogging, it’s all in the luck of the draw, so we set off to see what we could find. Now when it comes to finding out actual locations, unlike swinging clubs, it can be very secretive. But such is the nature of the beast, a little searching of the internet, joining a dogging site or two and exchanging emails with fellow dogging fans, you’ll soon piece together the pieces as to where the best and latest dogging action is. You’ll more than likely come across people that are only too willing to arrange a time and a destination for the meet, and sometimes this can be the best way if you want to meet females or couples, as dogging is very heavily male orientated pastime. But sometimes the not knowing who, or how many are going to turn up can be even more exciting. It’s a bit like fishing. Sometimes you’ll get a bite, sometimes you won’t. Sometimes you’ll get a tiddler and other times you’ll get a monster fish, big enough to feed you for days.
      Of course the weather plays a part in when and where you can find meets, but even with the frost crisp on the ground, and the wind blowing a hurricane, it’s not impossible to find a meet.
      The snow was not exactly crisp and even as we set off purposely to find a dogging meet, but it