The latest installment of the Wife Sharing series sees submissive wife Suzi on a new adventure. This time husband Damion introduces her to dogging and a whole new world of sexual submission awaits her.

Extract:

As her husband sucked on her long nipple and began to slowly finger fuck her, Suzi suddenly jumped. There were people outside the window. She strained to make them out in the gloom and realised there were at least two men. They had their cocks out and were pointing them at her, slowly wanking. Damion saw them too and lowered her window. Immediately, a pair of hands reached through and she found her tits being squeezed by a man she couldn’t even see as her husband continued to frig her pussy. This went on for a few minutes, Damion’s finger continuing to squelch in and out of her as the disembodied hands squeezed, pinched and pulled her tender breasts. Suddenly Damion stopped and reached across his wife to open the door. The hands disappeared from the window, opened the door fully and reached in to pull the confused wife to her feet. Blinking to try to get some night vision, she was dragged away from the car by the hand. A little afraid now, she looked back to see with some relief that her husband was following; a big smile on his face.

As her vision cleared, Suzi saw that the two men with her were lean, rugged and very young. They must both have been under twenty one. She was led to a park bench and hustled on to her knees on the seat. One of the lads walked around the bench and encouraged her to bend over the seat back, while she felt the other’s hands all over her naked rear, spreading her legs and exploring her pussy.

Damion sauntered over. There were two young women standing off to the side, girlfriends of the two about to fuck his wife he presumed. Quid pro quo, he thought and eyed them up. They were both a little shorter than Suzi and very different in appearance. One was quite shapely, with jet black hair, dressed in leather skirt and jacket. She was almost Goth-like but very attractive. The other was skinny, with her hair in a ponytail and small spectacles on her nose. Like a library assistant. He moved in and stood behind the Goth in an unthreatening way. “Which one’s yours?” he asked casually.

“The one that’s about to hump your missus,” she said in a surprisingly cultured voice.

“That’s fine by me,” he replied, resting his hand lightly on her leather-clad hip. “Are you just here to watch?”

“That depends.”