Chapter One
Rachel my wife, and I had been Christmas shopping to the Trafford Centre in Stretford Manchester. A lot of money had been spent on gifts for her and the family and we had finished the day off with a nice curry in the Wagamama located there.
On the drive back to our home in the small city of Bangor in north Wales, I casually made the suggestion that we might try a bit of dogging.
Although not vastly experienced doggers we had played a little with the dogging fraternity in the past but not for some time. I think the last time we had tried was at Llandulas beach, a well-known dogging area, the problem was, it’s too well known. There were far too many cars wondering backwards and forwards among the three car parks located there and Rachel became extremely uncomfortable so we left after about 20 minutes.
I asked Rachel
“How do you fancy a bit of car fun, we could stop off at a dogging location on the way back home.”
“No fucking way am I going to Llandulas again Dave, it was like rush hour around the Champs-Elysees in Paris the last time we went, there is no way I would do anything with all those people driving about.”
“I wasn’t thinking of Llandulas hun, what do you reckon to Pensarn beach near Abergele?”
“We’ve been there at least twice in the past Dave and not a soul turned up, it’s the complete opposite of Llandulas, no one ever goes there.”
“I don’t think that’s strictly true Rach, I’ve read on forums that couples do have fun down there, why don’t we give it a try for 10 minutes or so and if there is no one about we will head for home.”
“Okay we will give it a go, but if we don’t see anyone after 10 minutes we go home and not hang around, I know what your like we could be there for an hour and you will still be saying let’s give it another few minutes.”
Rachel was right I would be willing to stay for a couple of hours if there was a chance of either putting on a show for some voyeurs or better still watching Rachel with another man or even a couple of guys.
A short while later I was turning off for Abergele trying my best to keep a smile from appearing on my face, I didn’t want Rachel to know how pleased I was she had agreed. I needn’t have bothered, my wife can read me like a book she told me.
“Stop grinning like a cheshire cat, there will probably be no bugger there so you won’t get to watch me playing with anyone.”
“Shit Rach, I was trying not to show how happy I am that you have agreed to this, I should have known better than to attempt to hide my feelings from you.”
“Your so easy to read Dave, I almost feel sorry for you at times, I always know what your thinking and you hardly ever know what’s on my mind.”
We pulled in to the car park, although having said that it’s not a car park in the conventional sense with marked out parking spaces etc. It’s a stretch of beach that has had chippings spread on it by the local authority, it extends around a mile from Pensarn nearly all the way to Rhyl.
There was close to a full moon that night but a lot of broken cloud which meant at one time you could see quite well but when the cloud covered the moon it was difficult to make out much.
I glanced as the car clock when we stopped facing out to sea about half a mile or so from the entrance to the beach, it was 10 pm, I think Rachel must have seen me checking on the time as she said
“Right Dave we will give it until ten past ten and if no one shows up by then were off home ok?
“Yes hun no problem, ten past ten it is.”
“I was praying someone would turn up, at the moment there wasn’t a single car on the beach besides our own.”
Ten past came and went, Rachel looked over at me but didn’t say a word, I think the disappointed look on my face melted her resolve somewhat and she felt sorry for me. Twenty past came and went and still not a single car had come along towards us.
I could sense she was beginning to get impatient, I looked at the clock once more, we had been here nearly half an hour, I didn’t want to put her in a bad mood so I was about to tell her it was time to go when she said
“Christ how did that get there?”
I looked at her and then in the direction she was looking which was to her immediate left, the object that had caught her attention was a large black old fashioned looking car.
It was parked up several car widths away from us and appeared to have just one male occupant, how the hell he had parked up there without either of us hearing him was a mystery. As previously mentioned the beach has been covered with chippings by the local council and you can usually hear cars approaching from several hundred yards away. I assumed it was down to the wind direction. There was a bit of a stiff breeze that was blowing in the direction of Colwyn Bay so any sound his vehicle had made would be taken away from us. It was still rather disconcerting that we hadn’t heard a thing.
What was even more of a puzzle though was how come we hadn’t seen his headlights as he had drove the half mile or so towards us along the beach, this was indeed something of a mystery.
I answered my wife
“Must be the wind direction that took the sound away from us, do you think he’s looking for fun?”
“Use some common sense Dave, there’s around a mile of beach to park in, and he has parked right close to us why do you think he’s done that.”
“Fair comment Rach, shall we put on the interior light or flash the brake light to show were looking to play a little.”
“No, let’s just stay as we are for the time being and see what he is up to, that’s a really old car he’s got and I’m having a bit of an uneasy feeling about this. Not only didn’t we hear him approaching but we didn’t see his head lights either.”
A little tip for readers new to dogging if you get an uneasy feeling about someone, don’t hang around, leave, it’s your subconscious giving you a warning which more often than not is well worth paying attention to.
I foolishly dismissed my wife’s unease with the following comment.
“It’s just the big old looking car that’s bothered you, he is probably a vintage car collector or dealer, something like that. Perhaps he switched his head light off as he drove onto the beach, the moon provides plenty of light to drive by provided there is no cloud covering it.”
“I’m not so sure but your probably right, let’s stay for a while anyway, see what he is up to.”
We both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, I glanced over at the man a couple of times but he appeared to be staring out to sea. There are lots of power generating wind mills out there nowadays that are lit up like Christmas trees so that’s what was probably occupying his attention.
A large dark cloud blew across the moon making it impossible to see the man in the car it was only just possible to make out the outline of his vehicle. When the cloud cleared I noticed the man was no longer in his car. I was about to point this out to my wife when a light tapping sound came from my side window. Turning it was the man, how on earth he had got out of his car, walked around ours to my side without either of us seeing or hearing him was extremely unnerving.
The chap was standing so close to the door I couldn’t see his face but his clothes matched his cars appearance completely. He was dressed in an old fashioned suit the type people would have worn back in the 19th century, I was now starting to get a very funny feeling just like my wife had about all this.
The sensible thing would have been to drive off, but my little head was doing the thinking instead of my big one and I was still excited at the prospect of watching this guy pleasuring my wife.
Rachel told me to
“Open the window Dave, let’s hear what he has to say.”
Reluctantly I pressed the button to let the window down, the guy stooped down and we both had the first clear look at his face, Rachel let out a gasp, I’m not sure how I didn’t do likewise.
I don’t usually find men attractive, but this guy was beyond handsome, I have to say he was beautiful but in a dark, gothic type of way. He had jet black shoulder length hair, dark eyes, high prominent cheek bones, extremely pale skin and full ruby red lips that were currently forming a wicked smile. I don’t think I had ever seen such a good looking man either in real life or in a film.
I was 100% sure if he wanted to, Rachel would be more than willing to let him fuck her, Christ if he wanted to I might be willing to let him do me too. This guy was amazing looking, his features were in perfect proportion, his skin flawless, he was better looking than any male model I had ever seen.
The man in a deep resonant voice said
“Good evening, my what a lovely looking couple you are, I’m so glad to meet you both, I’m the Count I assume your husband and wife.”
“Yes were married, I’m Dave and this is my wife Rachel, pleased to meet you.”
The Count, what kind of name was that I thought, he spoke perfect English but with an eastern European accent. It reminded me of a lad I was in University with, he was from Romania, the Count’s accent while not exactly the same was very similar.
“It’s a wonderful evening don’t you think, so what brings you two down here, this place has quite the reputation don’t you know.”
Rachel joined in the conversation.
“Yes we do know, it was my husband’s idea, but I went along with it so I can’t really complain, we have done this kind of thing before but not for some time.”
“I think the modern parlance is dogging isn’t it?”
I wasn’t sure if the Count was asking me or Rachel but I answered regardless.
“Yes that’s right, we have been shopping in Manchester so we thought we might do a bit of dogging on the way home back to Bangor.”
“Well I think your in luck, I would be more than happy to have a bit of fun with your wife provided you are both in agreement of course, what do you say?”
I looked across at Rachel she almost had her tongue like a rabid dog she was so turned on by this guy, she said loud enough so that the Count could hear her reply.
“I’m happy to have a bit of a play if your ok with it too Dave.”
I nodded my head and turned back to my window but the Count had gone, fuck I thought where the hell did he go I didn’t hear a thing, I wished he would stop pulling this trick.
Next thing there was a tap on Rachel’s window, I don’t need to tell you readers who it was. How on earth did he get around the car so quickly and in total silence.
Rachel let down her window, the Count leaned right in and gave her a slight peck on the cheek then withdrew and said
“Oh Rachel you smell divine you would not believe how long it’s been since I have had such a young beautiful woman such as you.”
His patter seemed rather naff and cliched to me but I suppose it was in keeping with his appearance, the gothic looks, the old fashioned car and suit etc and Rachel seemed very taken with him.
Rachel’s door suddenly opened as if by magic, I hadn’t seen him operating the door handle in fact I could have sworn he didn’t move a muscle. Bizarrely just at that exact time I began to get a pain in the center of my chest, I dismissed it as likely a bit of indigestion after the curry we had consumed recently in Manchester.
With Rachels door now wide open I could get an unobstructed view of the Count, he was tall possibly 6ft 2 or 3 inches and slim to bordering on athletic build. I couldn’t help but notice he had a fairly large bulge in the groin area of his trousers.
The open door gave him plenty of access to make his move on Rachel, he once again stooped down but this time kissed her on the lips for several seconds. My wife seemed enthralled almost in a daze, completely overcome by the man’s charm and outstanding good looks.
Fortunately the pain in my chest eased off slightly, and the man asked Rachel
“Would you be willing to show me your breasts, I can see their outline through your blouse but I would love to see them in the flesh.”
I don’t know where this guy got his chat up lines from but he needed some new ones, I very nearly burst out laughing at his last comment. Strangely Rachel seemed very impressed by it and had started to undo the buttons on her blouse.
Find out what happens next in chapter two which will be posted on boxing day.
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great read thanks op 
