Page 18 of Festive Flings

It's Saturday afternoon and we are waiting for my wife’s sister, Jamie, to come and watch the children overnight. Tonight, we are travelling to a place just outside of Bristol that apparently has an awesome dogging scene. We will be staying overnight in a nearby hotel, and both Billie and I are excited and eager to get going.

When the doorbell finally rings, it seems like we all run to answer the front door. The children are eager to see their favourite aunt, and, well, Billie and I can’t wait to get out of here.

We drive to pick up the rental car first. Just in case. Part of the draw with dogging is the seedy nature of it and the risk of being caught. However, now that I am a partner in the practice the last thing I need is to be caught at something like this. That risk makes it even more exciting for me though.

On the drive out of London to Bristol, Billie and I talk about when we met and fell in love. “When did you know I would like all the same kinks as you, Jonty?”

The truth is I didn’t. I had hoped she would be open to experiment, and I had been more than surprised at the levels she would go to. She was perfect for me in every way, in more ways than I ever envisioned.

One of the things that made me fall in love with Billie was her passion for literature. I was sick to the back teeth of these other girls who all came from the same mould. ‘I love to read, my favourite is the Bronte sisters or Louisa May Alcott or Shakespeare. Blah blah blah.’ They all said what they thought I wanted to hear, but all I saw was sheep, the blind following the blind.

Billie was different from all the other girls. I asked her about her favourite books, and she told me about Terry Pratchett, CS Lewis and Tolkien. When she told me she was excited to be re-reading The Hobbit, as her kid sister was reading it in school, I knew. I knew I loved her.

“I prefer the Lord of the Rings personally, Bilbo.” And that was how I got her pet name. Bilbo Baggins is the main character in The Hobbit and Billie became the main character in my life. She is my Bilbo.

When we arrive at the hotel, Billie whistles low; I have spared no expense. I have gone all out on the best suite in the best hotel Bristol has to offer.

Tonight will be dynamite between us, if past experience had taught me anything. I want this to be somewhere nice and special because it has been such a long time.

“Before we leave for our… excursion… I want your ground rules.” I always insist each time that we lay out our rules and therefore, we both know what to expect and what is expected of us.

“Tonight, I don’t want us to leave the car. I just want to watch and we can have fun with ourselves or each other.” I kiss her and tell her I agree. Under the cloak of darkness, we make our way to the site I have been researching since Billie asked to put some of our old pastimes on the table.

“Are you ready for this, Bilbo?” My wife is already excited; I can tell as she nods enthusiastically. The outlines of her nipples are visible through her shirt; they are already hard and screaming to be touched. She is wearing a skirt tonight so I can touch her without too much restriction.

“As ready as ever, Jonty,” she tells me, sending a shiver of desire through me. As we pull into the clearing, there are already two cars here and a small crowd is gathering. As we edge closer, we can clearly see a couple fucking on a car bonnet as the others watch and record. One man has a professional camera. There are a couple of single people and another couple all there for the same thing as us: to get kinky.

We are back!

~ Billie ~

The sight of the couple fucking on the bonnet is hot, but what is even hotter is the frenzy of people around them. The way they are not only enjoying the show, but encouraging the fornicating couple, praising them and taking photos as mementos of their act fuels the building ache between my legs.

As soon as we park up, Jonty turns off our headlights. That is the universal signal on the scene that means we don’t want to be approached yet; we are just here to watch for now. We get the occasional wave from our curious peers, but that is it.

Every one of my nerve endings buzzes with an energy, a tension, I can feel my desire pooling in my knickers as my pussy clenches and releases my juices involuntarily. “I’m already on my way, Jonty. I don’t think it’ll take much for me to orgasm tonight.” His excitement is evident not just in his pants but in his eyes too.

I love to watch the others’ reactions and to be the one responsible for causing the reaction in others. But I also get off on just being in the background, soaking it all up.

“What are you going to do, Bill?” A thrill of excitement buzzes through me as I close my eyes and touch myself, starting with a nipple between my fingertips. As I roll it and squeeze it, I can hear my husband’s breathing catch. Jonty loves to watch me, he loves me to be vocal about what I want, what I need and what I am going to do. I am stimulated by the visual, and Jonty loves the audio.

“I am going to strum myself right here in front of you until I cum, and when I cum, I want you to bite my nipples right through my shirt.”

I slip my hands between my legs as I tell him what I am going to do, quickly spreading my pussy lips and finding my clit. I use little movements this time, just so the friction of the pad of my index finger grazes across the swollen bud of nerves. I am mostly shielded from the crowd, and they are far more interested in the couple on the bonnet who have invited a third party to join them.

As a second man joins the couple on display, I groan in pleasure; I want what they are doing. On hearing my groan, I feel Jonty’s breath on my neck. “You want a threesome, too, don’t you, Bill? You want another man to fuck you at the same time as me. You want him to fuck me too, don’t you? Tell me…” He bites my earlobe and my orgasm blasts throughout my body spontaneously. It’s a lot stronger and harder than any orgasm I have had recently.

“That’s what I want; that’s exactly what I want, Jonty,” I shout as I cum and he bites my nipple like I instructed him. My body shudders in satisfaction as my juices run on my hands and down my thighs.

“Yes, Billie, cum for me. You look fucking delicious when you cum. When we get back to the hotel, I am going to fuck you all night long, in every position and every hole. You won’t be able to walk when I am done.” I moan for my husband; I want him now; I need him now.

“Please, I need you; fuck me here.”

He shakes his head at me, grinning when he does.

“Oh no, you dirty girl, you can wait for that. Let me taste your fingers.” I remove the fingers that I have just pleasured myself with from my folds and place them near his lips. He slurps up my honey, groaning in delight as he does. “Taste it, suck your fingers, sweetheart. You taste divine, sweet and salty and fresh.”

After sucking my own juices off my fingers, Jonty and I share a deep kiss. The scene outside has changed. There is a voluptuous woman masturbating on another car bonnet, and several men stand around her stroking themselves while complimenting her.

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