We had been married for seven years.  I'm Sandy, my husband's name is Greg.  No kids.  Lots of sex.  Mostly in our own bed, but also wherever the urge and the opportunity arose, particularly in the open air.  We were running out of ideas and were looking for ways to spice things up. We had looked at swinging sites, but there were things that we were not happy about.

I have submissive side, occasionally I like to be dominated.  Not in the S&M sense, just having to do what I'm told to do.  It gives Greg, a chance to act out his fantasies, one of which is for me to kneel at his feet while he wanks over me, covering me in his cum.  Sometimes I am naked, sometimes just in undies, sometimes fully dressed.  I like it.  I like to see him wank, I like to watch his spunk shoot and I like it to land on me.  Anywhere, everywhere.  It stings if it gets in my eyes, but that's a small price to pay for the pleasure of receiving his tribute.

We had just had such a session,  him naked, me wearing just a white tee shirt.  His choice.  As his spunk coats my tits, my nipples are revealed.  I looked up at him, spunk on my face, and said,

“Please sir, I want some more.”

He laughed and replied,

“That's all I've got, if you want more spunk, you will need more cocks.”

“How would you feel about that,’. I asked.  “Watching me showered in spunk, coating me all over.”

“Probably very jealous, but I'd like to see it.”

So would I.  And feel it too.  But how?  Back to trawling the web.  We investigated a place not far from where we lived that organised bukkake parties, but they seemed to have more than one target, I wanted to be the only target, I wanted it all.

In the hairdressers one day, I read an article about dogging.  It got me thinking.  When I got home, we searched for videos.  They were certainly horny, but mainly filmed in the dark.  The few that claimed to show daylight dogging, didn't seem genuine.  We went back online and searched for daytime sites in our area.  There was one.  With some trepidation, Greg completed what seemed to be a membership form.  There was no email address, just a ‘Send’ button.  A few minutes later, there was a reply with just a date, a time and an O.S. map reference.

The next Saturday afternoon, we went to investigate.  The location was well chosen.  The approach was along a sandy track, with conifer trees on one side.  The other side was open to fields.  After about half a mile, the track opened out to what could loosely be described as a parking area.  A gate led to more fields.  It was well chosen because vehicles could be seen approaching, giving time for any players to tuck away their naughty bits.  No footpath signs, so no pedestrians.  The weather was fair, a cloudless blue sky.

There were four cars already there, and sure enough, there was a spotter.  A man with binoculars.  We would have been clocked as soon as we turned off the surfaced road.  Greg parked, nose out like the others.  A man approached.

“Can I help?”

Greg showed him the reply to our ‘application’.

He gave a thumbs up to the others.

“Welcome,”  he said.  “ They call me Curly.”

He was bald.  We had given false names in the application, we introduced ourselves as them.  He led us back to a small group which included Curly's partner Beth.

Another vehicle approached, the spotter gave a thumbs up.  An elderly Range Rover.  Unlike the others, it parked nose in.  The newcomers were a couple in their fifties.  Car doors opened and others came over, the group swelled.  Including the spotter, six men and four women.  There was a bit of small talk, some banter, then the female half of the late arrivals, Sue, pulled her boob tube down revealing her large, heavy tits and said,

“Shall we get started?”

She sat on the hinge down part of the Rangy’s tailgate, cocks began to appear.  Sue took one in her hand, wanked it up to attention, and began to suck it. The other women went to work.  Beth simply leaned forward over the bonnet of their car, supporting her weight on her arms.  One of the men lifted her skirt around her waist, she was not wearing knickers.  The man rolled a condom over his cock and fed it into her.  The other two women were on their knees, tits out, one was sucking a cock, the fourth was wanking two at a time.

The spotter was relieved of his duties by someone who had been processed, then relieved of his load by an enthusiastic cocksucker.  Eventually all of the men had come either into a condom, somebody's mouth, or wanked off onto somebody's tits.  Sue asked Greg if he wanted a go, he shook his head, saying,

“Not this time thank you, we're just looking today.”

We were then subjected to what I suppose, was an interview.  Basically, what were we looking for?  Greg said that we were not really sure, hence the recce. Sue said to me,

“You would be in demand darling, I hope youre up to it.”

There were murmurs of agreement.  Curly, who seemed to be the leader, said,

“Without question, I've got a hard-on for you now if you change your mind.”

More agreement.  Curly went on,

“Everything that happens here is consensual, new members have to be approved by all of us and rule number one is that what happens here stays here.”

“Is this everybody?

Greg asked.

There is usually another couple, but they are on holiday.  Numbers vary, for various reasons.  Another couple recently moved away, so we are recruiting…”

“We need more cocks.”

Interrupted Sue.

“Speaking of which, are you blokes ready for seconds?  Because I certainly am.”

And so round two began.  Greg watched fascinated.  I asked him if the wanted a go, but he shook his head.  Leo, Sue's partner, stood nearby, watching.  Greg asked him if they were concerned about being seen by passers-by.

“They would be trespassing,” he replied.  “We’re on private land.”

“What about the landowner?”

Persisted Greg.

“That would be me.”

“No farmhands?”

“Not at this time of year, we are entirely arable.  Once planted, the crop largely looks after itself.  Bit different in the picking season, then we use contractors.”

He nodded towards Sue and said,

“Are you sure you don't want a go at her?”

“I’d love to,” said Greg.  “But we promised each other that this would just be a recce.  Next time perhaps.”

It was all over.  The drive home was in silence.  My knickers were sodden, Greg's balls must have been screaming for relief.  Back home, there was still no conversation, we tore at each other until enough flesh was exposed for copulation.  I crammed Greg's cock in and wrapped my arms and legs around him.  I came almost immediately.  Greg was not far behind, roaring as his spunk fed my needy cunt.  He stayed hard inside me, then started again, coming a second time without uncoupling.  It had been a long time since that happened.

As we recovered, he said,

“Is it safe to assume that you enjoyed what we saw today?”

“It was disgusting.  Sordid and dirty.”

“I thought that you wanted a cum-shower?”

“I do, but I don't want to fuck any of them, of suck them off.  Why have cotton when you could have silk?”

So was the next step my longed for cum shower?  Oh yes.  We now had Curly’s phone number.  Greg called him and told him what I wanted.  He called back the following day.  All the men were up for it. The women were not so enthusiastic, but they would go along with it.  The men agreed to save it up for me.

I would of course, be naked.  That posed a problem, if I was to be coated all over with spunk, how could I stop it from going into my cunt?  That would be like being fucked bareback.  I was on the pill, but that wouldn't prevent STDs.  Greg suggested wearing not just knickers, but a tampon.  Belt and braces?  He also pointed out that STDs could in theory, enter the body via eye-sockets.  Sunglasses then.

Everybody was there, including the couple who were absent from the previous meeting.  Seven men, all of them knew what was required.  Again the weather was good, sunshine with showers later.  Greg set the stage, a piece of foam for me to kneel on.  We had considered me taking it lying down, but that would mean my back being neglected, I like it when Greg comes on my back and buttocks.  My buttocks would be exposed, I had chosen to wear a thong.  I took my position and everybody formed a rough circle, the women to watch, the men to provide the shower.  Knacker-laquer, as Greg liked to call it when he painted me this way.

They began to wank, the women providing help if required.  The men had been told to choose their own targets, but the purpose of the exercise was full coverage, as Curly had said,

“Don't all aim for her tits.”

The first volley surprised me, someone must have been trigger happy.  Sure enough, most of it went on my tits.  I had visualised all of them coming at the same time, a deluge, but that was a bit too much to expect.  Instead, they came in their own time.  Greg was among them, so eight missile launchers were pointed just at little me.

Once I had been annointed with cum, the others soon followed.  I suppose that spunky tits are good wank material.  It wasn't exactly a broadside, but they were synchronised enough for me to enjoy a constant peppering.  Then it was over.  I removed my sunglasses, which were completely obscured, and looked down at myself.  I was truly cum-coated.

Somebody helped me to my feet, Greg handed me a towel.  One of the women said,

“That was amazing to see.  I want to be next.”

The group dispersed, some to fuck, none of the women had been serviced, this had been my show, now they wanted theirs.  I put my dress back on and Greg drove me home.

In bed later, we were lying arms around each other, kissing, just enjoying each other.  His cock was hard, but we were in no hurry.

“Thank you for today,” I said.  “Very few husbands would tolerate what I just did.  How can I repay you, do you want to go back and fuck any of those women, or what?”

He kissed me and said,

“I enjoyed seeing you enjoy it, I don't need repayment.  As for fucking any of them, why have cotton when you can have silk?  I'll settle for kissing your lovely cunt.”

I turned myself round and took his cock into my mouth.  He kissed my cunt, and said,

“What I would like most of all, is to be as close to you as this, as another man's cock slides into you bareback, and to see his balls lift and his arse clench as he fills you with his spunk.  Then to fuck you wet.  Sloppy seconds.”

Now there's a thought…