Chapter Five (The Final Chapter)
So imagine the scene folks, I am seated in the driver seat, with a throbbing erection, but my cock is still in my pants. My wife is completely naked, her arms are rested on my legs, her back is arched and her bottom is pointed towards the passenger door. The big guy has his cock buried deep in Rachels vagina and he is gripping her hips tightly and is pumping her with long slow but steady strokes.
I never expected things to progress this quickly, I had assumed that on our first dogging trip the best I could hope for was Rachel would let some guy watch us snogging and perhaps she would flash him a bit of tit.
I thought if she ever went all the way with a guy, it would have been after we had made several dogging trips and she had become comfortable with the situation, yet here she was on our first adventure being pounded by a stud and loving ever minute of it by the sounds she was making.
“Oh God I’m loving it Dave, thank you so much for bringing me here, I never thought sex could feel this good.”
Guys reading that how would it make you feel if your partner said something similar to you while being pumped by another man, I must admit I was conflicted. On the one hand I was extremely excited to be watching the coupling taking place but I also felt rather inadequate that I had never been able to make her feel this good during our love making together.
I think she realized she had probably hurt my feelings because straight after she had said it she began to rub my cock through my pants.
She then totally amazed me as she told me something I don’t think she had ever said before.
“If you get it out for me I will suck it for you Dave.”
In all our time together I don’t recall her ever asking to suck my penis, this was a night of so many firsts.
I quickly pulled out the little fella, actually when I say little, at around 6 inches I think I’m about average, it’s my girth I am a little embarrassed about. I think my cock is thinner than most.
Rachel immediately went down on it, I had never seen her so enthusiastic to suck it, I normally have to coax her into it, almost to the point at times of begging her to do it.
The big guy was now starting to increase the pace and force that he was pounding Rachel with, and she appeared to be getting ever more excited virtually to the point of being out of control.
She came up off my cock and all but screamed
“Oh God, he’s fucking me Dave, he’s fucking my cunt he’s really fucking my cunt.”
Her crude language seemed to spur the big guy on and he again increased the speed and force he was banging my Rachel with.
She went back to my cock and began to suck it in earnest, she was having difficulty keeping it in her mouth as the big guy was pounding her so hard her entire body was moving backwards and forwards as he thrust into her and then withdrew.
I knew I would not have the same stamina as the car driver, and I could feel my orgasm starting to build. Rachel never allows me to cum in her mouth when she gives me the occasional blow job. I typically have to take it out and cum into my own hand, when she is feeling particularly generous, she lets me cum on her tits.
I didn’t want to annoy her and shoot in her mouth without any warning so I told her
“I’m close Rach I’m going to shoot any second.”
“Come in my mouth Dave, I want you to cum in my mouth, quick I want it all.”
Fucking hell I don’t think in my wildest dreams I have ever imagined Rachel saying something like that to me.
I had the biggest and strongest orgasm of my entire life, I shot load after load into Rachels hot, wet and slutty mouth, and believe it or not she swallowed the fucking lot, she was unbelievable I had never seen her so wonton.
As my cock began to soften, she let it drop out of her mouth and began moaning and groaning at the relentless pounding she was getting, I grasped hold of her tits and began feeling her up and pinching their rock hard nipples.
The guy had amazing stamina, I think Rachel was having multiple orgasms and looked completely lost in a torrent of lust.
Finally, Rachel shouted
“Oh fuck, he’s cumming in me, he’s cumming in me, pump your slut please fill me up, I want it all in my cunt.”
God I wish I could have caught all that on my smart phone camera, I would wank over that video for the rest of my days.
The big man ceased his pounding and began to quiver, it was obvious he was shooting his seed right up inside Rachels vagina, I made a mental note that I would need to remind her to take a morning after pill, just in case.
Rachel collapsed down onto my thighs, she looked totally spent, the big guy withdrew from the door entrance pulled up his pants and headed back to his car, still without uttering a single word. I felt rather annoyed at this, the least he could have done was thank Rachel, or perhaps offered to exchange phone numbers or email addys or similar.
As he made his way back over to the car I again marveled at how silently he walked, I would guess I’m 3 or 4 stone lighter than him but when I walk on that chipping surface you can hear me a mile off.
Rachel looked absolutely shattered and was close to falling asleep, I reached across and shut her door and had to more or less dress her as she had virtually no energy. She asked me to put the heater on as she was feeling extremely cold.
I started up the engine otherwise the heater would be blowing out cold air, another glance at the outside temp indicator showed it was starting to get warmer again, and was now just below freezing.
I finally managed to dress Rach, I had needed to use several tissues to mop up the cum leaking out of her well used pussy which remained gapping open, she had really been stretched by the guys massive cock. I hoped it had not been stretched permanently as she would not be able to feel my little cock the next time we fucked if it remained as wide as it currently was.
While Rachels eyes were closed I have to admit, I brought one of the cum soaked tissues up to my nostrils to see what the guys semen smelt like, strangely it had no odour what so ever. I then did something that some, perhaps the majority of you will think really weird and I can’t really explain why I did it. I managed to scrape a dollop of his cum off the tissue onto my finger and then inserted that finger into my mouth. I don’t know why but I was curious to see if it tasted the same as mine. I had never tasted another mans cum and I suppose I wondered if we all taste similarly. Once again and just like his pre cum, there was no taste to his seed at all, which was a complete mystery.
The heat coming from the car engine and the fact she now had her clothes back on seemed to revive Rachel somewhat, she still appeared slightly dazed however and I asked her
“Are you OK Rach, you look freezing cold.”
“Yes, but I’m getting warmer now, christ his hands were freezing cold Dave I felt they were sucking all the heat out of my body.”
“You did enjoy it though didn’t you Rach?”
“Yes, I absolutely loved it, probably the best sexual experience I have ever had, I just wish the weather had been a bit warmer that’s all.”
Here comment about it being the best sex she had ever had once again really hurt my feelings but I covered this up by asking.
“Do you think we should ask for a contact number or something from him before we go, perhaps we could arrange another meeting on a warmer night.”
“Yes, I wouldn’t mind Dave, can you nip over and ask him, I’m too cold to get out of the car.”
I got out my side and looked over and strangely the car had gone, now admittedly I had been so busy sorting Rachel out he may have driven off and I not noticed but I thought I would have seen his lights or heard the car departing.
“He’s gone Rach.”
She looked across to where he had parked to confirm I wasn’t teasing her.
“That’s funny I didn’t hear him go did you.”
I told her I hadn’t seen or heard him leave, she shrugged and said
“Can we go I need a nice warm bath when we get home, then its straight to bed for me.”
We got back onto the A55 and by the time we had arrive home the temperature had increased to plus 2 degrees, the weather had certainly been weird that night.
Rachel had said very little on the drive back to our house, and I hadn’t spoken much either. She went for her bath then to bed, I watched a little TV but couldn’t really concentrate on anything I was still trying to process the evenings events.
Eventually I went to bed, my mind still full of images showing my wife being pounded by that bull. Rachel was fast asleep when I got in with her, I felt sure I would not be able to sleep after such a night, however I was in the land of nod less than five minutes later.
It was around half three in the morning I woke up in a cold sweat, I had been having a nightmare, I don’t think I had had one since I was a kid many years ago.
I tried to recall what it had been about, all I could remember was being chased by a large man who no matter how fast I ran always seemed just a few feet behind me and yet I could not hear his footsteps.
I put it down to the previous nights events and tried to get back to sleep, eventually I conceded defeat and came down stairs and made myself a cup of tea.
Something was bothering me, not about what had happened but about the big guy, something didn’t seem right about him. I got a pen and paper and began to write down a list of things about him which at the time I hadn’t really given much thought to, but now made me rather uneasy here is the list.
On the rare occasions I caught a look at his face it seemed totally expressionless that seemed very strange to me.
How could such a big guy walk across a chipping covered car park and not make a sound
Why had he not said a single word or made any sound throughout the entire encounter
Why was he so cold and why did the ambient temperature fall when he was close to us and rise when he left us.
Why did he appear to almost glow in the dark.
Why did his pre cum and semen have no taste or smell.
How did he drive away without either of us noticing.
I wondered if I should show the list I had drawn up to Rachel and decided it would not be a good idea. I didn’t want to worry and scare her and perhaps not have her ever agree to go dogging with me again.
Over the next few days we had a couple of conversations about that nights proceedings, I didn’t mention any of the points on my list and in fact I had thrown the list away in case Rachel came across it.
She told me she had really enjoyed the encounter and would be willing to do something similar again but would not want to make it a regular event, she also insisted she would not want to go dogging anywhere close to our home, but she wouldn’t mind trying the same location in the future.
Epilogue
A couple of weeks later its early January, and were planning a shopping trip to the Trafford Centre in Manchester in a couple of days, Rachel loves going to the January sales. I have my hopes up that on the way home she may well agree to another stop in the dogging location.
I hear our gate opening and then our letter box, I assume it’s the paper boy delivering the weekly local paper. I’m not sure why we bother with it, Rachel rarely looks at it as she gets all her local news via Facebook. I’m not on Facebook so I usually have a quick scan through it but rarely find anything of interest within its pages.
I go to the front door and it is indeed the local paper, I pick it up and am about to put it in our magazine rack when a funny feeling comes over me. I can’t quite describe it but I had this really strong desire to read the paper, it was as though some kind of sixth sense was telling me I needed to look at it.
I sat down and opened it up I quickly rushed through the first few pages, somehow I knew they were not what was important. I was now about a third of the way through the paper and I paused, something caught my eye.
An article head line read ‘Results of Accident investigation on the A55”, there were two photographs printed below the head line. One showed a picture of a guy that looked a hell of a lot like the hunk who had fucking Rachel in the dogging spot a couple of weeks ago.
I studied the second picture and my blood ran cold, it showed an expensive looking car that was all smashed up, obviously been in a terrible accident. The frightening thing was, I recognized it, well not the car exactly but the private, distinct number plate. It was exactly the same as the one the guy had who came into the dogging car park after us. It had to be the same car.
I slowly read the account in detail, my anxiety rising the more information that was revealed. The accident had taken place several months ago, the victim had been driving alone along the A55 around 10 pm one evening in a westerly direction heading for his home in Anglesey.
It had happened close to the turn off to the village where the dogging car parks are located. No other vehicles had been involved, the police could find no defects with the car, however a post mortem had revealed the guy had a massive heart attack which almost certainly caused the accident.
The corner thought he had died either seconds before he lost control of the car or seconds after but either way he did not suffer in pain for any length of time.
I closed up the newspaper I could not believe what I had just read although it did explain a great deal about the events that had taken place the night we had met him.
Should I tell Rachel, I thought it best not to, how many women would like to be told they had been fucked by a ghostly spirit?
I would like to claim I was behaving honorably in not wanting to tell Rachel and so spare her from the obvious anxiety she would suffer as a result but I would be lying. The main reason I was not going to tell her was because I did not want to put her off ever going dogging with me again, and yes, I know I am a bastard.
Well that’s the end of the story, it’s a tradition to have ghost stories at Christmas so I thought I would have a go myself and mix it in with some eroticism. From the feedback I have had it seems like it’s been quite popular.
Congratulations to those of you that had picked up on the little hints I placed in the story here and there to indicate there was something super natural about the big fella.
If you have enjoyed this little ghost story and would like to read more about the adventures of Dave and Rachel then check out my Cuckold in Cardiff series for more.
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