Getting ready to meet a new guy is one of the most exciting parts of our 'lifestyle'.
The routine.
That word 'routine', makes it sound boring, but nothing could be further from the truth.
First a bath, or shower. Getting clean is important to me personally. I'm very fastidious about personal hygiene.
I need to be clean... before I get dirty.
Then there's choosing an outfit, my clothing is very important too.
Usually it's John that decides my attire but since going to visit the dogging site I've chosen for myself.
In keeping with the venue I've opted for tarty.
Black stockings with a short black skirt, boots, no knickers.
On top either a t shirt or if it's cold a jumper, no bra, and to finish off a black leather jacket.
The boots and jacket are mainly chosen because of the terrain, you can't traipse across a field in flimsy heels.
And the jacket comes in very handy for moving through woodland, thicket etc.
I don't get scratched to bits with that on.
It was a friday night, a week after that first encounter with Mike the gamekeeper, and I was halfway through this routine of getting ready, having already been washed and now getting dressed into my slut wear in our bedroom.
Letting my mind wander back to the previous friday.....
After our initial encounter with this new guy...the mysterious...strong silent...Mike, we were both lost in a pea soup of awe with no idea how to react.
Hence why we'd felt the need to leave the dogging site, with what had just happened it suddenly seemed unimportant.
I'd walked back across the fields in stunned silence beside my equally stunned hubby, both of us in quiet contemplation.
It was John who finally spoke up as he unlocked the car, staring at me across the roof before we both got in.
"What the fuck just happened Pip?.....that....that was....oh fuck me!"
He shook his head in disbelief, then as we both got in he showed me his trembling hands, "Look....look at that....I'm still buzzing."
I felt it too, what indeed had just happened?
A totally spontaneous, very exciting encounter with a complete stranger....is what.
And I too was still trembling with excitement from the experience.
But it hadn't all been a rush of pure arousal, there had been an element of danger mixed in.
Mike's initial hostile stance for example, and the gun of course, a large double barreled shotgun no less.
I don't know much about guns, John explained on the way back what sort it was and what the 'clack' noise had been.
I thought he'd been preparing to shoot us, but in fact he was closing the barrel up to make it easier to rest against the tree.
This danger element, only added to the experience...enriching it.
He, Mike, was clearly very dominant and in a commanding position, we were after all on his private land....trespassers.
This fact created a vulnerable feeling within me, which appealed to my submissive nature.
As I finished getting dressed I continued to wallow in the arousing memory of last friday, and in particular one aspect of it, another first.....my first stranger.
I recall what seemed like an age ago during our initial tentative steps with Alan.
A night out for myself and John, and a taxi ride home.
John going a bit too far on the backseat with me....the taxi driver watching us.
Arriving back home, the guy cheekily offered to come in with us.
Both myself and John were so turned by the fact the taxi driver was a stranger.
But, at that time we weren't ready for a stranger to join us and so, declined.
During later discussions with John it was clear we both felt that it was a missed opportunity, we should have gone for it.
There were other examples of reluctance and subsequent regret.
Neil the painter was one of these.
At the time I was picky and hadn't fancied Neil enough to let him go all the way with me.
Then, later when we realised he was probably a virgin....oh my...how good would that have been? Me taking Neil's virginity, all caught on our secret camera.
There were other examples that I won't go into here but suffice to say I could kick myself for not being braver!
So, when the opportunity with this stranger came along.....we were rather keen to not let it go to waste.
As soon as I'd seen him there stood close by in the dark, playing with himself, I knew what to do.
What I needed to do.
This opportunity was not going to slip by.
It had paid off, and now here I was getting ready to go see him again.
Even though excitement filled my veins, an air of caution was also present. There were uncertainties, perhaps it had been a one off?
He may get cold feet and not turn up.
It was as I juggled these contrasting thoughts and emotions that John's voice from downstairs suddenly cut in, startling me, "You ready love?....come on....we don't want to be late."
Finishing brushing my hair, standing back to take one last look in the mirror.
I'm never fully happy with my appearance and this night was no exception.
After things had ended with Dave I'd been a bit down, and when I'm feeling sorry for myself I eat things that I shouldn't and drink too much.
I had put on weight that much was evident, but at least no grey hair...yet.
"Oh well...here we go." I said quietly, then blew my reflection a kiss before heading out the bedroom and downstairs to a very excited hubby.
John was in the hallway all ready to go, holding my jacket out for me to put on.
His eyes broadened a little and a cheeky grin formed as he took in my appearance, "Come on missus... we need to get going."
Drawing level with John I put one arm in the jacket then turn with my back to him to place the other in.
Turning my head to one side I ask, "How do I look?"
There's a slight pause then I feel his breath on my neck, quiet sweet words in my ear.
"Good enough to eat."
Turning around, looking right into his eyes I speak softly but with confidence, "If he's there...and I sincerely hope he is...I want him to fuck me tonight."
I have teased John plenty before, but the fact that I swore and the casual, almost nonchalant way that my words are delivered, takes him by surprise, inflaming my hubby's already highly aroused state.
He stares back, the grin faltering a little, then returns with a vengeance....a wolfish grin if ever there was.
"Say that again."
His words are full of excitement.
Putting my arms around his neck, leaning in close on tip toes.....whispering in his ear.
"I want him to fuck me tonight....and I want you to watch him doing it."
Moving back in front, John's expression is a picture.
A portrait of pure undiluted lust.
His eyes full of that determined hungry look that gets me so wet.
For a second we just watch each other closely, acknowledging one another's arousal.
And then John loses it, suddenly lunging forward pinning me to the hallway wall at the same time as pushing his lips against mine in a very passionate kiss.
Tongues writhing, breathing hard, hands groping.
The attack takes me by surprise, I've underestimated just how eager he is.
Normally John is good at taking my little teases but it appears this time I've gone too far.
For a brief moment we both lose control, and sight, of our objective this night.
Our passionate embrace very nearly leading to an impromptu 'quickie' up against the wall.
But somehow, John comes to his senses and regains some control.
His kiss softening initially, then a gradual peeling away from me.
