Page 40 of Festive Flings

~ Jonty ~

It's been seven days since our dogging exercise, but it feels more like seven weeks. Both Billie and I have been buzzing all week. The sex is phenomenal once again, and I feel ten years younger. As I place my signet ring back onto my little finger on my right hand, I am ready to take my wife dogging again.

The ring was given to me many years ago at a club in Europe, an exclusive club for like minded people with similar interests to me and my wife. As a discrete way to identify one another, we simply need to show each other the emblem.

While we wait for Jamie to arrive to babysit, Billie does chores to keep herself busy. She had an early appointment at the local beauty salon. Last night, Billie was all of a frenzy when Jamie told her she is seeing someone and that is nothing to how crazy with joy she was when Jamie added that her new man is her boss, Owen Matthews. I smile to myself as I recall how excited Billie appeared by the news.

“I don’t know what is more exciting, Jonty: Jamie’s news or the night you have planned for us,” she teasingly told me with a glint in her eye.

“I’ll make you pay for that later when we are alone,” I whispered against her ear as I lightly spanked her ass.

She looked back at me seriously. “I’m hoping you will.”

Jamie and her man arrive earlier than planned, which is a blessing. Billie wants to get all the details from them, and I selfishly don’t want to hit the gridlock out of London. With a couple of weeks left until Christmas, the roads are bound to be busy. After introductions are made and hands are shook, I press my wife out of the front door and to my waiting car.

We arrive at our destination bang on time. I booked the same hotel as last time. Billie likes it here, and I know the way to the dogging site from here and back again.

“Are you still okay with all the limits, Billie? Are you still sure about us performing a scene tonight?” She nods back enthusiastically.

“Jonty, feel… feel how wet I am. I cannot wait.” She pushes my hand between her legs and sure enough, as promised, her waxed pink slit is slick with her juices.

“Just a little taste?” I beg, dropping to my knees and hungrily trying to nose my way through her clothing to her hidden delight.

“No! Wait for your supper. You’ll enjoy it all the more that way.” She tells me off sternly like a school headmistress. I like the thought of that, and so I file that idea away for future use. I still make a show of groaning in disappointment that I have to wait for my treat.

My beautiful wife is dressed like an irresistible slut ready for our scene tonight. We have agreed on oral and full sex in front of the crowd, but we both don’t want any crowd participation. It is to be just me and her and everyone else watching us.

The crowd is promised to be large, and there are some semi-professional performers attending from around the country, too. It is the Dogging Scene Christmas Party.

As we pull up, there is an attendant working the car park. He tips his hat at me when he spots my ring and asks if we want a stage or viewing area. We pay the required fee for our stage area and towards the security measures, and the attendant gives us a pack for tonight. Inside is a traffic light sign: red is for no approach, amber for watch and talk but don’t touch, green is for all in.

Billie moves our sign to amber. “Are we still agreed, Jonty? Any last minute changes?”

I kiss her hard. “No changes; I’m happy with our decision. What about you?” I ask, but she has already started to remove her outer garments and all that remains is the skimpy kitten outfit she has covering her vitals. She looks superb, busty, voluptuous and lascivious. While she is checking her make-up and hair in her compact mirror, I set the scene.

I get out of the car, set our traffic light up on the windscreen and then arrange our ‘stage’, which is a raised platform that links up to the bonnet of our car. I lay out the fur blanket and leave the small bag of supplies I may need within reach. Although it is December, the night air is cool, but not cold. Still, the addition of outdoor heaters is greatly appreciated.

A small crowd is starting to gather around: two couples and a couple of single men. One calls out to me, “What is your scene? Are you alone?”

“The star of my scene will be out in a moment. She is a horny little kitty, and I’m hoping she’ll show me a good time. Maybe you could stay, watch and give her some tips and encouragement?” Billie steps out of the car, and I couldn’t have timed it any better. The crowd murmurs its appreciation. She has cat ears on her head, and as she climbs on to the platform her tail swishes suggestively.

Billie lays back on the rug. Her boobs spill out of her sheer negligee; big round globes and soft peaks which harden as she slips her hands over them and tugs at the little sensitive buds.

The crowd seems to swell with anticipation. One man shouts out, “Good pussy cat, what else have you got?” and a couple mutually masturbate one another as they watch my wife.

Billie moans louder than normal for the benefit of the crowd. She slowly sits forward, making eye contact with her audience and then runs her hands down her curvy body until she reaches the top of her thigh. She raises her knees slightly and the crowd goes wild.

“She isn’t wearing panties.” “She’s completely naked underneath.” “I can see her juicy pussy.” Maintaining eye contact with her appreciative viewers, Billie spreads her legs wide and slides her hand between them. As she finally touches the very heart of her femininity, she groans, and the crowd groans along with her. Grown men strain their necks to get a better view. Their wives and partners nod their approval.

Billie rubs and strums herself in front of the adoring gathering, and I know, as her husband, she is getting off on the undivided attention they have all freely given her. Her pants become harder and faster. I know she’s on the edge, and that’s my cue. “Stop right there, you naughty little pussy”.

Billie pretends to be shocked by my interruption. The crowd goes wild. “That’s my pussy, all for me.” I crawl towards her on all fours, licking my lips. “My pussy,” I tell them all one last time.

“Your pussy needs you,” Billie simpers to me. I bury my head between her legs and hum. The tiny vibrations against her warm lips and swollen clit bring her first climax; the crowd is in raptures when she does. A couple of others join her in her pleasure.

Some people move along, and others come and join the show. Billie instructs me to open up my pants for her. I do as I am told and then close my eyes allowing my other senses to fill in the gaps.

Billie plays up to the crowd. She implores them to tell her what they want her to do.

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