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By *ikeEx OP Man 16 weeks ago
Near Alfreton, Derbyshire |
Candy and Mike go Dogging.
The night air, thick with the smell of damp earth and pine, filled the car as Mike cut the engine. The headlights died, plunging them into a darkness that was almost complete, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the canopy of leaves above. A familiar silence settled between them, a comfortable one, laced with the unspoken tension of what they were about to do.
"So," Mike said, his voice low and steady. "This is it."
Candy turned to him, her profile a soft silhouette in the dim light. "This is it," she echoed, her tone firm. "You sure you're okay with this?"
Mike let out a slow breath. "I'm not *okay* with it," he admitted, choosing his words carefully. "But I'm here. And I'm curious." He paused, then added with a dry humour that was pure Mike, "Just... try not to have *too* much fun without me."
A small smile touched Candy's lips. She reached over, her fingers finding his in the dark and giving them a gentle squeeze. "I won't." Her gaze drifted towards the trees that lined the car park, her posture shifting almost imperceptibly as a familiar ache began to bloom in her lower back. She pushed it down, focusing on the thrum of anticipation that was overriding everything else.
"Alright," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Let's go see what we can find."
Mike watched as she slid out of the car, moving with an easy grace that belied the chronic pain she carried within her. He followed suit, his own movements more deliberate, more grounded as he scanned their surroundings.
His eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom. One by one he counted them: 1... 2... 3... 4... The cars were dotted around the edges of the clearing like silent beasts at rest. He kept counting until he reached eleven.
And then he saw them: three picnic benches bathed in the weak glow of portable lamps that cast long, dancing shadows across the ground.
He could make out figures on two of them - women on their backs, their legs spread wide while men moved between them in rhythmic thrusts. On the third bench was another sight entirely: a man on all fours while another took him from behind.
It was tonight's stage set. Tonight was Candy's night to perform.
Candy had already started walking towards an empty bench when someone shouted from across clearing
"Candy! That you?"
She stopped dead for half-a-second before turning towards where shout came from
"Chris?" she called back recognition dawning
A broad-shouldered figure detached itself from group near trees heading straight towards her grinning widely As soon as others heard name 'Candy' being called there seemed ripple effect More heads turned Whispers travelled through crowd like wildfire Before Mike could even process what happened twenty men started moving towards Candy some already stroking themselves hard readying themselves
"Whoa hold on there!" Candy's voice cut through night sharp and clear Every eye fixed upon her She planted both hands firmly hips projecting authority despite being outnumbered ten-to-one "Condoms only!" Her rule left no room for negotiation Immediate murmurs spread amongst group Three men held up foil packets triumphantly rest began milling about asking if they could borrow some
"Not sharing boys!" bellowed Chris brandishing condom like trophy Then softer just for Candy's ears heard "Still same old rules eh gorgeous?"
She smiled at him nodding curtly before climbing onto wooden table lying flat on back Her skirt hitched up revealing nothing beneath She spread her legs wide, the invitation was impossible to ignore.
First guy Chris hurried forward rolling the latex down his shaft quickly positioning himself at her entrance.
Candy closed her eyes bracing herself As he entered her. The gasp escaped her lips. Then second joined standing near her head, guiding himself into her open mouth.
Mike stood few feet away sentinel ensuring safety. His gaze never strayed long, monitoring each interaction making sure protection stayed intact.
When any man without a rubber tried approaching, Mike stepped forward blocking path firmly "Not happening, Move along"
The soundscape shifted heavy breathing moans slapping flesh filling night air.
Two women from other benches wandered over, curious and drawn by the spectacle.
They began caressing Candy's breasts tweaking nipples tracing patterns across her stomach heightening arousal further.
Soon wave after wave of orgasm crashed through, making her body tremble, convulse, squirting, soaking the wooden planks beneath.
After several partners had taken turns with her, Candy opened her eyes, glinting mischief- She beckoned two of the closest men, one older distinguished with salt-and-pepper hair, and another younger lean muscled "You both together?" she commanded indicating to her pussy and ass.
They needed no second invitation positioning themselves simultaneously double penetration stretching limits pleasure pain merging into singular overwhelming sensation.
That's when recognition flickered across her face, a younger man, Alan had been here before months prior when after a passionate encounter on the same benches, they'd gone back to his hotel room where he'd introduced her to the art of fisting. Something dark and delicious passed between them, remembering the intense intimacy and boundary-pushing.
But tonight wasn't the night for that. She gave a subtle shake of her head, an understanding that instantly meant "no!" without so much as a single word exchanged between them. She was focusing instead on the dual sensations that were presently rocking her world.
At same moment Mike seeing raw unbridled 'need', stepped forward releasing his own erection and pressing against Candy's lips which parted in ecstasy.
Taking hold of her hair, he guided himself deep inside her throat establishing a rhythm which matched the others pounding at her below.
For a moment their entire universe collapsed into pure sensation, bodies moving together in a symphony of lust, trust and mutual respect.
Boundaries continued to remain maintained while desires for everyone were fulfilled.
This was who they were tonight.
***
Heading Home
The drive home was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Mike kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the centre console, close enough to Candy that he could feel the warmth radiating from her without actually touching. The city lights blurred past them in streaks of gold and white, painting the interior of the car in fleeting colours. He glanced over at her. Her head was resting against the cool glass of the window, her eyes closed. In the dimness, he could see the faint tension in her jaw, a familiar tell.
He reached out, his fingers tracing a light path down her arm. "You okay?"
Candy opened her eyes slowly, turning to look at him. A small, tired smile played on her lips. "Yeah," she said, her voice a little hoarse. "Just... feeling it."
Mike knew what 'it' meant. The post-adrenaline crash, the familiar ache that always settled deep in her bones after a night like this. It was part of their routine, part of their unspoken agreement. He didn't ask for details; he just drove.
When they got back to their place, Candy moved stiffly towards the bathroom while Mike went straight to the kitchen. He pulled a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water from the filter jug in the fridge door and placed two paracetamol tablets on a small saucer beside it.
By the time Candy emerged from a hot shower wrapped in a towel, Mike had everything waiting for her on the bedside table: water, pills, bottle of arnica gel.
He sat on edge of the mattress waiting for Her.
When she came into room she gave appreciative hum sliding onto bed wincing slightly as joints protested
"I've got it," Mike murmured scooping some gel onto his palms rubbing them together warm before gently working lotion into her lower back, hips and shoulders where the pain tended to concentrate the strongest.
His touch as always, was methodical and firm yet careful. He was reading her responses and adjusting the pressure when it was needed. She sighed contentedly leaning into him, her touch letting her body relax fully under his ministrations.
"You were amazing tonight," he said softly breaking silence
Candy chuckled quietly "You weren't so bad yourself!"
"No I mean you held your own, handled the crowd well." His admiration was genuine; "Especially Chris and the crew can get rowdy"
"They know my rules" she replied simply.
But there was a note of pride there too.
She trusted herself and knew her boundaries, how enforce them without losing excitement. That was Candy: "controlled chaos"
After finishing the massage Mike lay down beside Candy, pulling the duvet over the both of their bodies, settling into a comfortable silence once more.
Eventually Candy rolled onto her side facing him propping up her head with one elbow.
"What about you?" she asked reaching out trailing her finger across his chest. "Enjoy show?"
Mike considered the question thoughtfully.
It wasn't such a voyeuristic thrill per se, more satisfaction seeing you were safe, respected and desired While also being present, yet involved-albeit differently.
He caught her hand bringing her fingers to his lips, kissing them gently "It had its moments."
"Mhmm" Her gaze flickered downward mischievously. Then back up meeting his eyes directly "Next maybe we find a spot where women outnumber men?"
The idea hung between them, a possibility, a new adventure shifting their dynamic again.
Or was it strengthenbing the dynamic they already had!
Now all Mike could think was "Where do women go dogging in Derbyshire?" |
