Her First Night Dogging with Friends
When she said she wanted to play with four men in the street, none of us imagined how far that night would go.
When she said she wanted to play with four men in the street, none of us imagined how far that night would go.
We went downstairs to christen the pool alone, but our moans carried through the house, and the night ended far beyond anything I’d imagined.
Nuria messaged me in the afternoon: “Elena’s coming from Bilbao for a couple of days. Dinner at home. I think you’d like to meet her.” There was no need to ask anything else.
We had spent years teasing him from the sand, but that afternoon my wife spread her legs wider, and I knew he wouldn’t be staying just to watch.
My wife returned from the neighbors’ place with blazing eyes, her pussy still trembling, and one clear condition: next time, I had to watch everything.
When the score became impossible to ignore, I realized I wasn’t a guest anymore: I was the prize, and everyone was looking at me as if I were already naked.
I thought we were only going to kiss after the party, until I saw another woman undressing a few steps away and decided not to back down.
When I saw the lights go out at the country house, I knew I wasn’t going to sleep that night: I was going to watch every second in silence.
For months, we played at letting others watch her without her knowing. That night, with two friends on the sofa, I discovered she had controlled the game from the start.
It was nine on a Sunday morning, and I was the only person out on the street. That’s why I was the only one who saw her leave the shop almost naked, unaware that I was watching.
We’d been married twelve years, and I’d never seen her so fully in command of herself as that afternoon, standing in the water and letting strange men look at her.
I could have held it, but I didn’t want to. I got out, left the door ajar, and waited for the headlights to find me squatting by the road.
When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.
She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.
I dressed in my plainest clothes so I wouldn’t give anything away. What I didn’t count on was that I wouldn’t be alone in that apartment—and that I was still the same girl as before.
I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.
I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.
When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered that the four armchairs around the bed were no longer empty. And then she understood what he was playing at.
I dropped her two streets from the meeting point, and when she got into the car, she introduced herself as if I were just another passenger. None of us knew what was coming.
I thought I’d pay up with a kiss or a joke. Instead, my friend dared me to show up as an escort at his best friend’s bachelor party.