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was freezing cold with a smattering of frost. We headed out to an area in the midlands, a certain forest where my husband and I had enjoyed mountain biking previously.
      We’d heard from fellow mountain bikers that there had been the odd rum activity going on in the area, and the dogging internet forums all seemed to give the area a big thumbs up, so off we headed, this time without our trailer with our mountain bikes on it, but with stout overcoats and nothing underneath.
      We didn’t stray out into the vast woodland but just to a car park that more than one person on the forums assured us was a great spot.
      After an hour of waiting with the engine running we began to think we’d picked the wrong season for a night of passion with strangers. But as luck would have it, it turned out that at least one stranger was willing to brave the cold, and delight at the naked treasures I kept underneath my warm undercoat.
      We had a good idea he was looking for action as soon as his car crawled onto the otherwise empty, apart from us, car park. We flashed our lights and he flashed his back, and within seconds I had opened my car door and he strode over. I threw open my coat, as my husband watched on in the driving seat.
      Our new found friend was left in doubt as to what I wanted. He automatically bent down and licked at my wetness. But I was not merely satisfied at a stranger pleasuring me; I also wanted to pleasure the stranger. I urged him to stand and unbutton his pants, and then I helped myself and took his manhood into my mouth.
      “Oh god, that feels so good,” he moaned. A cliché I know but it certainly made me feel good.
      “Why don’t we move to the backseat,” my husband urged, obviously wanting to get a little action of his own with me.
      The cold was still biting but I totally discarded my overcoat and lay naked on the backseat, as the stranger hovered between my open legs as if under starter’s orders.
      “Is this okay?” he asked as he teased his big magic wand next to my opening.
      “Of course it is,” I said, pleased he’d had the foresight to slip a condom on. It turned out he was a smooth operator all round as he easily slipped deep inside of me, much to mine and my watching husbands, excitement.
      “Harder,” I yelled, when in fact I had no need to. He was already pounding my pussy for all he and I were worth. It certainly must have looked horny because my husband is quite a long player when it comes to the love making department, but as soon as I put my lips around his hardness, it jerked with excitement and his warm, milky fluid, jettisoned out.
      I think I can safely say it was a good night had by all. But there was more, much more to come as the weather grew warmer and our lust for adventure grew wilder and stronger.
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
      It can’t be stressed enough that wooded areas, at night, are the best for dogging. Although a very tiny amount of people do go dogging in the day, we don’t recommend it. It’s at night when the real possibilities begin to open. Besides, in the day you might get the wrong end of the stick and in the blink of an eye, you could be in serious hot water. Take a case that we heard about where a woman threw a stick for her dog and it landed in-between a threesome which was cavorting about in the ferns. Heaven knows where the stick landed, it was, I’m told, sharp enough to have poked someone’s eye out, but I’m sure the threesome were not pleased to be chased by an errant hound and hear the wrath of an innocent, but angry dog walker. No, keep away from the daytime meets, that’s our advice, unless of course it’s on private land and out of sight from passers-by. But let’s get back to warm wooded evenings.
      As the warmer weather set in, my husband and I would often take an evening drive to some out of the way car park, with adjoining woods and picnic areas. The best nights to find some action are weekends, Friday and