My Girlfriend’s Surprise in the Hedge Maze

For years I’d been obsessed with dogging, that practice of hunting for sex with strangers in secluded spots, with spectators watching from the shadows. The idea excited and intimidated me in equal measure, until one night, tired of overthinking it, I decided to try it.

Back then I was dragging around a marriage that was falling to pieces. I needed to feel something new, anything at all. I drove to a known area on the outskirts, the Mirador pine woods, where I knew that sort of thing happened. I parked beside three other cars and got out, not quite sure what I was expecting to find.

What I saw burned itself into my memory forever. In the center of a circle of four men was a woman on her knees, dividing her mouth among them, moving from one to another with hypnotic calm. I approached and joined the group, my heart hammering in my temples. But as soon as she tasted my cock, she stood up, took my hand, and dragged me to the back seat of a car so I could fuck her in front of her husband and the other three, who watched us from outside, jerking off until they came from the show.

That night satisfied a curiosity I’d kept buried for too long. Then came the divorce, and with it, a different stage of life.

***

Months later I met Lucía. With her everything was different: we talked without taboos, we told each other every fantasy, every memory. When I confessed my whole history and mentioned that night in the pine woods, her eyes lit up in a way I’d learned to recognize. Dogging had really caught her interest.

The following Saturday she was the one who suggested it, with a naturalness that disarmed me.

—What do you think about going shopping this afternoon? —she asked, and her smile had an edge I couldn’t quite decipher.

—Sounds good. And that look?

—I’ve got a surprise for you. It’s going to be shopping with a happy ending.

She refused to say more. Just that we’d go to the mall in the industrial park, the one we always went to, so I didn’t think anything of the plan. What did surprise me was the energy she carried all afternoon, as if she were holding a secret that burned on her tongue.

It was an August afternoon and the heat outside was brutal, but inside the mall it felt wonderful. We wandered through stores, tried on clothes, had a light dinner. Around ten, while we were having coffee, her phone vibrated on the table. She read the message, smiled to herself, and put the phone away.

—Right, we’re leaving. Take the car and drive, and I’ll guide you.

—Who was that? —I asked.

—You’ll see. You’ll like it. Drive and keep quiet —she said, settling into her seat, finding my mouth, and squeezing the bulge in my shorts with the palm of her hand.

I started the car without knowing where we were going. The only sure thing was that the night was promising.

—Stay in the industrial park and head toward the last street —she instructed.

I obeyed. She had me go all the way to the end, a dead-end street lined with shuttered warehouses and, at the far end, a landscaped area I didn’t remember ever seeing before. I stopped the car. Before I could get out, she put a hand on my chest.

—Wait, we’re still warming up.

She unfastened my pants, pulled down my underwear, and freed my erection, already pointing at the roof. She leaned down and took it into her mouth, slowly at first, then hungrily. I stiffened in the seat, gripping the steering wheel, while her tongue traced every inch.

Lights appeared in the distance, approaching along the empty street.

—Relax —she murmured, not taking me out completely—. It’s probably our companion.

She kept masturbating me, her eyes fixed on those headlights. A car stopped in front of ours and a couple got out. Without even looking at us, they headed toward a section of tall hedges, a kind of garden maze I knew nothing about. He had his hand up under her short dress, a dress that left nothing to the imagination.

We got out of the car and followed them. They disappeared among the hedges. We walked five minutes through narrow leafy corridors, guided by their laughter, until we came out into a small square that served as the heart of the maze. There they were. He was standing with his cock out; she was seated on a stone bench, giving him a spectacular blowjob under the only streetlamp in the place.

Lucía let go of my hand and walked over to the man. Without saying a word, she started kissing him, and his hand flew straight to her ass while he devoured her mouth. When they broke apart, she smiled.

—Hi, Andrés.

—Hi, Lucía. This is Noelia. She knows everything about us and was dying to meet you —said the stranger.

—Hi, Lucía —the other girl greeted, lifting her head and letting the cock slip from her mouth with a wet sound.

I stepped forward and held out my hand to the newcomer.

—My name’s Diego. I’m Lucía’s partner.

—Pleased to meet you, Diego. So you’re the new one. I’m Andrés.

The name sounded familiar. Lucía had mentioned him to me once, though never in such detail. Before I could connect the dots, she crouched beside me, pulled my cock out, and started sucking me eagerly. An intense, wet, deep blowjob, the kind that made me lose track of my thoughts.

***

A few steps away, Noelia had stretched out on the bench and Andrés, on his knees, was eating her pussy with a devotion that drew ever-louder moans from her. From the way she arched her back and dug her fingers into his hair, the man knew what he was doing. She came trembling, and he took the chance to stand up and remove his clothes from the waist down.

Lucía left my cock for a moment to look at him, and I followed her gaze. Andrés had an imposing erection: not much longer than mine, but noticeably thicker, the veins raised in sharp relief. I undressed too, without thinking. Lucía crawled over to him and took him into her mouth; the tip barely fit, but she ran her tongue all along the shaft, bathing him in saliva, treating him like an expert.

—You suck cock so well. I’d almost forgotten your tongue —Andrés murmured, resting a hand on the back of her neck.

Then I understood. They already knew each other, and very well. Far from bothering me, that realization turned me on even more. I moved closer and offered my cock beside his. Lucía took both of us, one in each hand, and started alternating, moving her mouth from one to the other with a smile I’d never seen on her before, a look of pure desire. Meanwhile, Noelia leaned back on the bench to finger herself, devouring the scene without missing a single detail.

When she’d brought both of us to the edge, Lucía stopped. She stood up, removed her thong, hiked her skirt to her waist, and braced herself against the bench back, offering her ass. She turned her face toward us.

—Baby, fuck Noelia. I want to feel Andrés splitting me open.

—Right now —I answered, my voice hoarse.

—Come here, Diego —Noelia purred, spreading her legs on the bench—. I’ve been waiting for you.

Andrés positioned himself behind Lucía. He held her waist and pushed in slowly. Her face twisted between pain and pleasure.

—You’re going to tear me in half —she gasped.

—Have you missed me? —he replied, sinking in all the way.

I stood there dazed, watching them, with a throbbing erection, until a hand brought me back to the present. Noelia pulled me toward her and took my cock into her mouth, all of it, until her tongue brushed my balls. Another expert. Once I had her properly positioned, I sat down at the other end of the bench.

—Come on, ride me. I want to feel you.

—Of course —she said, putting her feet on the bench, grabbing my neck, and lowering herself until she took me all the way in.

The two couples were now side by side on the same stone bench. Noelia rode me with precise technique, moving in circles, controlling the rhythm. But a foot away, Lucía was taking it with an intensity I could hardly tear my eyes from: she bounced on Andrés, chasing one orgasm after another, rolling her eyes back.

—I’m coming. Ahhh, yes —Noelia cried out, convulsing, her pussy clamping down hard on me.

The shout set Lucía off, and she sped up on Andrés until he spilled inside her with a growl. Lucía stayed still, squeezing him, milking out the very last drop.

***

Noelia collapsed against my chest, wrapped around my neck.

—After something like that I need to recover a little —she panted.

—Looks like Andrés does too —I replied.

Lucía got down from her lover and came over to us with that same blazing look.

—Let me have my boy, Noelia. Now I want what’s his.

Noelia moved aside and Lucía took her place without missing a second.

—Now fuck me. I’m wide open, just how you like it —she said, taking my cock and sitting down on it in one motion, with no resistance at all.

A moan slipped out of me at the feel of that familiar heat. But something had changed. I could barely feel her walls, stretched as they were from the other man, and as she started moving, Andrés’s semen slid out of her and over me, soaking the stone bench. Knowing that, far from putting me off, drove me to the edge.

Andrés and Noelia were now our audience. She stroked his cock slowly while he caressed her pussy with the same calm, both of them catching their breath without taking their eyes off us.

—If you keep that up I’m not going to last —I warned Lucía.

—Then come and fill me too —she said, speeding up until she felt my cock swell inside her.

A wave of heat rose from my groin and burned through me completely. Lucía had one last orgasm that made her shudder; she bit my neck and stayed still on top of me while I emptied myself inside her.

Andrés and Noelia applauded in unison.

—What a fuck —he said.

We all looked at one another, exhausted. When Lucía stood up, a stream slid down her thigh to her knee. She looked at us and laughed.

—You’ve wrecked me. You’re filthy pigs.

We all ended up laughing. We spent a while talking among the hedges, and that was when I put the last pieces together: Andrés had been Lucía’s lover when she was still married, and it wasn’t the first time they’d met in that maze. But both of them admitted, almost at the same time, that this had been the filthiest night of all.

We walked back to the car slowly. Lucía still hadn’t cleaned herself, and it showed.

—I’m not cleaning myself until you fuck me again —she told me, climbing into the seat—. Let’s go home. Tonight I feel like a real slut.

We started the car and disappeared into the darkness of the industrial park, knowing the night had only just begun and that at home it would go on until nearly dawn.