I recently wrote an account of some adventures by my wife ("Beth's adventures in Sussex") to pass the time during the lockdown. As I explained, what I wrote was based partly on what Beth told me (in line with our agreement), partly on what I believe occurred, and partly perhaps on what I imagined or even wished had taken place. You decide! For myself, I find it a turn-on. As usual, all names have been altered to preserve anonymity. "Beth's adventures in Sussex" described her relationship with a man called Phil and a dogging event he took her to at D* Common in Sussex where she met several friends of his and had a great group session on a balmy summer evening in 2018. A few weeks later, Phil contacted her again to ask whether she would be interested in accompanying him to a party hosted by his friend Frank who had previously met Beth with Phil on the Common. I should explain that Frank is a retired businessman who made a lot of money with an internet-media application before the 2008 crash. He sold out to a US consortium just in time and retired with his wife, Lou, to a secluded country house in Sussex. The house, which has a large garden with a swimming pool and outdoor jacuzzi, and inside a basement playroom, with sauna, is an ideal venue for the kind of parties that Frank likes to organise for his close friends and associates. On this occasion he suggested that Phil might bring his mate Barney, along with Marcia and Mike who had also been with them on the Common, and of course Beth whom he knew liked to indulge in fun and games. As it happened, I was again abroad on work for a few days around the date of the proposed party, so Beth arranged with Phil that he would meet her somewhere in town and pick her up. "By the way", said Phil, "there's a swimming pool, but don't bother to bring a costume, no one else does!" So on a fine, warm summer afternoon, Beth togged herself up in a flimsy dress, with bra and thong to match, and went to meet Phil who also happened to be with Barney. With kisses and hugs all round they set off for the party. "It'll be no holds barred", grinned Barney, "You up for that?" "Of course", said Beth, "I'm ready". It took about half an hour to reach the house, the only one at the end of a narrow country lane. There were several cars there already, so they parked, and with Beth holding both their hands, wandered into the garden where dance music was playing on a hi-fi system. There were a dozen or so couples dancing away, with a few more singles and couples sitting or lying on cushions on the grass, chatting and drinking. Frank and his wife Lou immediately got up to welcome the newcomers, greeting them with a kiss and a hug, and offering them a drink. Frank was particularly attentive to Beth and whispered in her ear that they must have a dance later. Lou, who was wearing a skimpy skirt and colourful top, also hugged Beth saying she had heard a lot about her and so looked forward to meeting in the flesh. Although Phil and Barney already knew several of the other guests, Frank took it upon himself to introduce everyone. They were mostly middle-aged, like Beth herself, but fit like her, with a couple of younger guys and some oldies too, who made sure to make themselves known to Beth. While Mike, Marcia and Barney found themselves with a group of friends, Lou brought Beth and Phil a glass of wine, and sat down next to them, explaining about the house and how much she and Frank enjoyed entertaining. At that point Frank himself came over and suggested that Beth might like to have a dance, and that Phil might dance with Lou. Beth readily agreed and Frank led her across to where a little dance floor had been laid out on the grass. The music alternated between Latin-style and slow waltz, both of which Beth enjoyed, so she was more than happy to be led round the floor by Frank who took the opportunity to let his hands rove over Beth's body, eventually finding his way under her dress and into her thongs. As they danced closer and closer, Beth could feel his hardening cock pressing up against her. Looking across the dance floor Beth could see that Phil and Lou were in much the same state, with Lou's hand stroking the front of Phil's trousers. Emboldened by this sight, Beth pressed harder against Frank and encouraged him to kiss her deeply. They were both enjoying this, and so Beth was surprised when someone tapped Frank on the shoulder saying "Excuse me, but I think it's my turn". "Fair enough, Richard", said Frank, "Treat her well. Anyway, I've got some preparations to make". So Richard took over, more or less where Frank had left off, hugging Beth close, letting his hand wander under her dress and into her knickers where his fingers found the crack of her bum. Beth shuddered and reached down with her own hand to find the zip of Richard's shorts. She was just about to explore further, when the music stopped and Frank announced that it was time to move on. "Time to have a swim or jacuzzi. Lou will show you to the playroom where you can leave your clothes. And remember the house rule: no costumes!" So Lou rounded up the guests and guided them to the playroom. Nobody seemed to mind that there were no separate facilities, and as no one was wearing very much, everyone soon stripped down to the essentials. Beth, who keeps in good shape at her local Spa and Gym, received some admiring glances from both men and women, just as she herself enjoyed her view of the naked bodies. A little group of older men seemed to take a special interest in Beth, which boded well for the future, but for now they all trooped back out to the garden where some headed straight for the pool while others made for the jacuzzi. Beth's mind was made up for her by Richard who led her firmly to the jacuzzi where they were joined by Phil, Barney, Marcia, Mike, and Lou who seemed to be in charge. Relaxing in the bubbles, sitting between Richard and Mike, Beth soon sensed hands under water, caressing her thighs. Well, perhaps we will see what happened later.