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Kinver Voyeur
by Lesley Dudley (ouirup4it@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Wife's fantasy leads to outdoor gangbang. (M+/F, wife-
exh, hub-voy, orgy, gb)

***

It was the summer of seventy nine, my wife Lesley was in 
her twenty-ninth year and we had just begun to 
experiment with the Swinging scene. We were never 
conventionally monogamous both of us having sexual 
relationships with other partners while we were courting 
and a couple of one night stands in the first couple of 
years we were married. Then the kids came along and we 
settled into a bit of a routine. Nothing too tedious but 
I suppose we both missed the pace and excitement of the 
sex in our early years together, so Lesley was not 
surprised when one evening I turned up with a couple of 
the contact mags which were beginning to appear in some 
of the down-market newsagents. 

We had scanned some of the early duplicator produced 
versions of these in the late sixties at the same time 
scandalised and turned on by the couples advertising to 
swap partners, join threesomes etc. but we had never 
thought to get involved ourselves. In pretty short order 
we had placed our own add in Rendezvous magazine 
complete with tantalising photos of Les, her firm size10 
body clad in her best lingerie, and began meeting other 
couples and some single men. Maybe there will be more 
reports of this interesting time later but this story 
concerns an unusual and partially unscheduled encounter.
 
At the end of an evening's liaison with a single bloke 
which had not for some reason provided the usual charge 
of excitement that we had come to expect, we were lying 
in bed holding a post match inquest. Les seemed to think 
that the inevitable predictability of the evening had 
somehow taken the ginger out of the situation and left 
her less turned on than usual when having sex with a new 
partner. Musing on her disappointment with the night's 
events, she asked if I recalled an incident before we 
were married in the woods at Kinver a local beauty spot. 

We were over Kinver a lot at that time but when she 
enlarged I remembered the episode and chasing off some 
guy who was apparently watching and wanking while we 
fucked in the bracken. "Well" she told me quietly "He 
was watching for some time before you chased him away, I 
saw him over your shoulder, and he looked right at me. 
Then he got his dick out and began pumping it. He came 
closer and I concentrated on his hand jerking as you 
thrust into me. 

Then he came, in long gloopy threads. That's when I made 
you aware of him." My cock was hardening listening to 
her and I asked her why she was telling me this now. She 
continued slowly" Well I've often wondered since, what 
could have happened if you hadn't chased him off? Would 
he have made me suck his prick while you fucked me? 
Would you have swapped places with him and so on. It's a 
sexy idea don't you think." I did think, and as I pulled 
her to her knees to fuck her from behind I told her I 
would think about her little fantasy and see if we could 
make it happen. 
 
Over the next couple of weeks, without her knowledge I 
sifted out two or three guys who I thought might fit the 
bill from recent responses to our last add but who for 
time reasons we had not got round to contacting. 
Amazingly the first two I spoke to were phased by the 
idea of an open air event and made their excuses. The 
third, a chap from Droitwich way was to use current 
language 'well up for it' and agreed to meet me to scout 
out the area for a likely spot. Pete seemed like a nice 
bloke and 'normal' by my standards IE he didn't find 
anything strange about inviting a complete stranger to 
screw your wife. 

We met up after work on a drizzly summer evening and 
picked out a little clearing off Kingsford lane which we 
thought would be less used by the dog walking public. 
Over a pint we picked three dates when he could be 
available. If the weather was fine I would phone him to 
confirm 'it was on.' I would take Les for a couple of 
drinks in the 'Plough'(now sadly burnt down). Pete would 
be in the bar and follow us out unobtrusively to the 
prearranged spot, where Les and I would get down to 
business. He would watch as per the fantasy and 
hopefully get to join us in a dirty outdoor threesome.

The first of the three days turned out to be hot and 
sunny and I phoned Pete in the afternoon then Les to 
arrange for the in laws to have the kids for the night. 
When I got back from work I told Les we were going for 
some outdoor fun and maybe she'd like to try her 
fantasy. She hardly ate any tea so I knew the prospect 
excited her. Les showered and got ready, putting on a 
cream, vaguely see thro wrap over dress, with ivory 
underwear, suspenders and cream stockings which could 
just be discerned if she stood against a strong light. 
My god she looked good and in those strappy high heels 
her legs seemed to go on forever.
 
We hit the pub about 7-00pm. It was cool and dark in the 
lounge. Standing at the bar I spotted Pete with a pint 
and the paper at the end of the room. About to order the 
drinks I was interrupted by an old work colleague I'd 
not seen for a couple of years. He introduced himself to 
Les and ordered the drinks motioning us to join him at a 
table in the window corner. The conversation ranged over 
old times and work colleagues. Les sat in a low easy 
chair. 

Through the window late evening sun swathed her in a 
pool of light making the lines of suspenders and 
stocking tops discernible to anyone who looked 
carefully. As the conversation continued one side of the 
wrap over slid open exposing her leg almost to the top 
of her stocking. She made no attempt to adjust it. I 
rose to get another round and watched from the bar as my 
wife giggled along with my friends jokes. A few other 
people had come into the place over the last half hour, 
some couples and two blokes in work gear who had clearly 
stopped in for one on the way home. This was to be the 
last drink before putting the plan into action. 

Returning from the bar I noticed Les's dress had slid 
open even further, no doubt to the delight of my old 
mate but as I observed also the two workers who had 
positioned themselves to get a good view. She was 
flirting with him quite strongly, but he was the kind of 
bloke who wouldn't keep his good fortune to himself. If 
she as much as gave him a peck on the cheek it would be 
all round the town. Not a good prospect. As Les drained 
her Bacardi and coke he rose, 'I'll get them in,' but I 
thanked him and made our excuse to leave. He was clearly 
disappointed, making the most of his goodbyes to Les as 
we headed for the door.
 
It was a brief car ride to the back lane, where we 
parked up and began our walk into the woods over towards 
Vale Head. There were one or two cars on the verges in 
the lane indicating a few folks about enjoying the warm 
evening twilight. I had brought a blanket and we 
strolled along nervous and a little hyper. A stick 
cracked and Les stopped. 'There's someone following us.' 

I responded, 'That's what we want isn't it?' 

We both laughed but were a bit scared too. I had my arm 
round her waist and we stopped for a kiss. She was 
breathless with the tension. Reaching the pre-arranged 
spot, we stood for a while snogging. I had my hand up 
her dress feeling her behind, though as the dress was 
quite full it probably didn't expose more than a 
stocking top.

Unfastening the tie belt I opened the dress up, running 
my hands over her as she stood in front of me . She 
shivered but not I think because she was cold. Dropping 
to her haunches she scrabbled with my belt and fly zip. 
The dress fell around her like a cloak as she pulled my 
already hard cock into view and then concealed it again 
in her mouth. 

I looked around in the surrounding birches for my 
accomplice but he was not to be seen. As her lips worked 
my dick I pulled her hair to one side so any observer 
had a good view of the action and tried to arrange the 
dress so she was more exposed. There was still no sign 
of Pete. 
 
Pausing she spread the blanket and tugging my jeans 
round my ankles bade me lie back on it. Then whipping 
off her skimpy knickers, she straddled me, guiding my 
cock home into her slippy cunt with one hand as she 
lowered her arse into my groin. 

Now I had no view at all of the surrounding undergrowth 
and resigned myself to letting events take their course. 
She began to grind herself slowly on my dick and I 
reached up to tweak her prominent nipples. We were both 
pretty well concealed by her dress but when I attempted 
to push it away she pulled it back. Then mid stroke she 
paused. 'There's a bloke in the bushes.' 

'What's he doing?' I asked. 

'Has he seen us?' She said he was staring right at us, 
and playing with himself she thought. 'Dirty bugger' she 
muttered and resumed her rise and fall on my dick. I 
pulled again at the dress and this time she allowed it 
to slip off her shoulders and drop behind her. 

Clad now only in her heels stockings and suspenders, her 
bra pulled down below her small firm breasts, I imagined 
what the watching man was thinking and felt my cock 
thicken inside her. Although it was a warm evening her 
nipples were hard and her breasts cool to the touch. Her 
breaths were short indicating both her nervousness and 
excitement.

'He knows I'm watching him,' Les whispered, 'He's got 
his thing out, Shall I call him over?'

I twisted to look for the chap but could see nothing and 
before I could reply she was beckoning him. The 
undergrowth crackled as whoever came slowly towards us. 
He stopped behind my head and as I looked up I could see 
that his fly was open, but he had replaced his cock in 
his pants. I could also see that he was not Pete.

'Bloody hell, he's some random punter!' I thought, then 
recalled he was possibly one of the workmen we'd seen in 
the pub earlier.

Bizarrely he opened with, 'Lovely evening.' 

Les asked him if he would like to join us and reached 
for his fly. Extracting his prick she began to wank it 
gently, pulling him towards her until she could get her 
lips over it. His tool was like mine average length but 
fat and filled her mouth. It was not the first time I'd 
seen my wife suck on another cock but she'd always had 
some sort of introduction, a drink, bit of conversation 
etc. This time she'd barely looked at him. 

I realised then, that in the right circumstances my wife 
would have sex with anyone with a dick. His rough hands 
squeezed her tits then pulled her face into his groin. 
Les choked momentarily but she continued to slaver over 
this stranger's cock, her hand gripping his flabby arse 
to steady herself. Grunting as he shagged her mouth he 
chuckled, 'Yo'me loving this ayah darlin, con me mate 
ave a goo as well?' 

She was in no position to reply so I asked, 'Where is 
he?' 

'Over there in the bushes wanking,' gasped our 
companion. 

Looking up at my wife, she had a strange look, as though 
she was somewhere else. Almost reluctantly she pulled 
her lips from around the now turgid tool and said to no 
one in particular. 'Ok, call him over.' She then resumed 
her oral ministrations on the strangers prick, and 
bounced on my cock with it seemed even more energy.
 
Our companion called, 'Come on Jim, her'l tek yo on an 
all.' 

From somewhere on the left the bracken crunched in 
complaint and I saw a bloke approaching, overalls open 
to the crotch and his dick in his hand. He was 
definitely one of the two men who were in the pub 
earlier and as he came into the clearing I had a slight 
uneasiness that I'd seen him somewhere before. However, 
there was no indication of recognition on his part as he 
presented the shiny bell end of his long cock to my 
wife's face. 

She never looked up at this newcomer. Her mouth 
relinquished sucking the thick member of the first 
stranger, and while continuing to wank it with one hand, 
engulfed this new tool enthusiastically. The hands of 
the two men teased and stroked her breasts. 

Watching the rhythmic bulge and collapse of her cheeks 
as the cock entered and withdrew, while another was 
fisted millimetres from her face was too much for me and 
I shot my load into her cunt. My prick stayed hard 
though and she gave it no respite, banging down on me 
for all she was worth. Suddenly there were another pair 
of hands around Les's waist from behind her and I heard 
Pete's voice ask 'Can anyone join this party?'

I felt his fingers just above my cock feeling for her 
clit and knew his other hand was probably probing her 
arse. In our conversations about tonight's escapade I'd 
put him wise to a few of her triggers. Jim muttered 'I 
think yo con tek it, yome welcome mate, whatever yome 
doin, ers gettin off on it. Ers a fuckin lovely dirty 
cow.' 

Les quickened her pace and tightened her vagina round my 
cock. Loosing Jim's prick she gasped 'oh yes' over and 
over till she shuddered into a climax soaking my belly 
and the blanket. As she relaxed Jim fed her his prick 
again and pumped in and out till he filled her mouth 
with sperm. Pete now cupped her breasts she leaned back 
on him and the first of her new lovers jerked off onto 
her face and neck. Pete helped her to her feet and began 
to snog her. 

She responded, unfastening his trouser belt and feeling 
for yet another fresh cock. The two other chaps stood 
watching and as Pete turned his attention to sucking her 
nipples, stepped in to take turns kissing her. Their 
hands migrated everywhere.

I could see that Jim's fingers probing her vagina while 
his mate was exploring her backside. I was now the 
voyeur and seeing her passed from one to the other and 
delighting in attention of these strangers really turned 
me on. The scene would have been comic were it not so 
sexually charged. One virtually naked woman and four men 
in various states of undress but mainly with their 
trousers round their ankles. 

Pete was in pretty good shape and I suppose of an age 
with us, the other two I estimated to be in their 
fifties and a little past their best. Of the four of us 
Pete had the biggest equipment, probably about 9inches 
and meaty. Les had her it in her hand and was steadily 
wanking it. Bending from the waist she slipped her mouth 
over it and took in as much of it as she could, then 
began to noisily give it her full attention. 

Taking advantage of her perfectly positioned arse, Jim 
stepped in behind her and without hesitation buried his 
tool in her cunt to hump her vigorously. The original 
new arrival contented himself with touching and 
squeezing any part of Les that wasn't monopolised by the 
other two and rubbing his erect again cock against her 
breasts. Being somewhat surplus to requirements I 
observed the circus in the fading light from a few feet 
away, acutely aware of my own throbbing erection. 

It was not long before Jim climaxed, gripping her hips 
and expelling his spunk deep inside her. He staggered 
back from Les whose lips maintained their grip on Pete's 
member. Her cunt was not vacated for more than two 
seconds, being filled by the fat dick of the other older 
man. He was a little shorter in the leg than Les and 
eventually she got on her knees to enable him fuck her 
without slipping out. Like his mate though he too was 
soon jerking his stuff into my wife's fanny, collapsing 
at her side spent. 

Les made it clear that she wanted Pete to fuck her and 
he duly obliged, his long dick sheathing squelchily in 
her cunt till his pubic hair nudged her bum. I made to 
join the action but was pipped to her mouth by a revived 
Jim. Fascinated I watched as eyes closed, her mouth 
began to massage the half hard sausage, of his uncut 
dick. Pete was into a good rhythm and I think was 
frigging her clit as well as pushing a thumb into her 
arse. Not given to noisy expression, her 'Oh yes, oh 
god's' were low and guttural as she mumbled her 
satisfaction around Jim's thickening tool, the impact of 
Pete's every thrust jolting her face into his groin. 

The pitch and intensity of her vocals seemed to be 
increasing and Pete upped the tempo and power of his 
fucking to match, shaking her like a rag doll. Without 
warning Pete's onslaught came to a shuddering 
conclusion. He held her close spasming his load into her 
in a series of short jerky thrusts and was still. 'Don't 
stop now' wailed my wife as she felt his dick withdraw. 
Plunging my cock into her gaping cunt, I attempted to 
match the vigour of my predecessor and resumed the 
massage of her clit and anus as well. 

Almost breathlessly she began to gargle her appreciation 
despite Jim's weapon filling her mouth and her hot 
glistening cunt pushed back at me demanding the ultimate 
stimulation. Then she orgasmed, her juices flooding 
around my cock. Releasing Jim's prick her head 
collapsing into the blanket, she shook from head to toe 
her stomach contracting and cunt convulsing. It lasted 
maybe a couple of minutes.

I pushed my cock as high in her as I could and waited 
for the twitching to stop. Then as she lay on the 
blanket spent, fucked her rapidly until I came, pulling 
out to spray her arse. At the other end Jim did the 
same, lifting her head and pumping her now passive mouth 
until he too pulled out and spurted his cum on her face 
and neck. Pete and the unnamed stranger shuffled over to 
kneel and wank their final contribution onto her prone 
body.

It was quite dark by now and from somewhere Jim produced 
a torch and shone it on Lesley who lay on the blanket. 
The probing flashlight illuminated her lovely body still 
clad only in suspenders and stockings, rivulets of spunk 
tracking down to the blanket, dried white deposits on 
her face and hair and a steady dribble oozing from her 
cunt. She looked so beautiful and sordidly horny I felt 
myself begin to stiffen again. 'Time to make a move' 
said Jim beginning to get himself in order. Me and the 
other two made similar adjustments.

Pete quietly asked if I knew the other two chaps and was 
surprised when I told him it was the first we'd seen of 
them. He was amazed at Les but then so was I. I'd told 
him she was up for stuff but tonight she had taken me by 
surprise the way she had reacted. As we talked Jim and 
the other bloke helped Les to her feet and carrying her 
clothes and the blanket between them began walking her 
towards the road. 

Pete and I followed until we came into a small clearing 
with a trades van parked in it, which was evidently 
theirs. Now I knew where I had seen Jim before. That van 
was parked up regularly outside a house on our estate 
and I had more than likely seen him in and around the 
local pubs and shops. I was worried.
 
Lesley was putting her dress back on with a little help 
and hindrance from the two strangers whose hands 
illuminated by the flashlight were again all over her. 
It was all giggles and good natured innuendo. We 
exchanged goodbyes as though we were just leaving the 
local Pub. I whispered to Pete to walk Les to our car 
while I had a word.

As soon as Les had gone. Jim said, ' We live on the same 
estate don't we?' I nodded. 'My missus doe know I'm a 
Peeping Tom, and this the first time we've ever had an 
invite to join in ah it?' He looked at his mate for 
confirmation. 'Hers summat else your missus' said the 
other bloke 'but yo con count on it stayin' our secret, 
if we happen to meet again, in company we'me strangers 
with no expectations yo keep yower gob shut an we'll do 
the same. We shook hands and I left them.
 
They were as good as their word. I saw Jim often in the 
local pubs but he never required more than a brief 
hello. Pete became a regular part of our circle and 
Les's bit on the side for many years. A dirty sod like 
myself he too liked to share her around and seemed to 
have a retinue of mates willing to enjoy the 
opportunity. In the days before dogging was invented Jim 
and his side kick once took Les up to the car park at 
Walton's Hill on Clent where she tells me she gave a 
them and a few others a bloody good time. 

Even so, looking back this was still one of the most 
erotic escapades we've ever had and the memory of which 
still turns me on.

The End

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