“If you’re up for it, I have an idea.” Jen said with an excited look on her face.

That was only about a month ago, and now we were ready to see if our arrangements would amount to anything.

The idea was simple. Make it known that for the long weekend, the stretch of Highway 2 from the Hawke's Bay to Wellington would be the focus of dogging, debauchery and fun.

We didn't know everything people had arranged, but we'd seen on KS that there were definitely things in play. One couple had made their cottage available for a group party on their farm just outside Waipukurau. A very horny and sexy KS member in the Wairarapa was using the opportunity to ensure she had a good number of gents to keep her busy for the weekend.   A group of 4 lads from Wellington were definitely popping in to see her all together, and it seemed they’d also been successful in arranging a gang bang with a hotwifing couple in Napier.

Our own arrangements were more public, providing the framework for sexy fun around SH2. Our idea was that there would be a number of roadside dogging spots, where people could park up or travel between to enjoy some outdoor voyerism, exhibitionism, swinging or group fun.

Folded in wing mirrors seemed a bit obvious and well-known. Tying a red cloth to a tree, or the 'Rest Area’ sign was proposed as a signal that keen doggers were there. Something red on the front dash or in the rear window of a car indicated players wanting to play.

We figured, what the hell, even if no one else showed up we would have some fun ourselves.

Clearly we couldn’t be in more than one dogging spot at a time, (as much as we wanted to be!) but we wanted a series of spots if possible, for people to travel between if they were so inclined, as we were. So we needed to rope in some help, in addition to anyone else that might arrange something.

Jen told me she had arranged for one of her friends - a guy I didn’t know - to sort out a spot just South of Pakipaki. She wanted Rod and I with her. Rod was super excited to see what footage he could get of Jen's escapades.

We were excited to see the Personal ads on KS with people making arrangements around SH2 using red cloth markers for the same weekend ….. and now that weekend was finally here.

Rod and Jen picked me up in their SUV and we chatted with nervous excitement as we drove South, out of Napier.  Jen was wearing a loose summer dress and I suspected not much underneath.  When Rod started suggesting what he’d like to see happen, the mood changed and nerves turned to anticipation. Even if no one else showed up we'd be having fun.

Rod talked about how he wanted to watch Jen tease and turn on a group guys by masturbating in the car for them, but not letting them touch her. He then wanted to see them take turns groping her through the car window, playing with her tits and leaning in to play with her pussy. How, when a couple of them started wanking, she wouldn't be able to help herself - she’d open the car door and play with their cocks, sucking each of them.

By now, Rod was rubbing his own cock through his shorts and Jen was starting to squirm in her seat. Reaching around from the back seat I played with her tits, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers through the sheer material of her dress.

Rod went on to explain what else he hoped their encounters would bring.

The guys would push the top of her dress aside to play with her tits. Eventually she would spread her legs and lift her dress up, and invite one of them to lick her pussy. She’d suck all their cocks until someone had made her cum, drenching the face between her legs with her juices.

Then it would be all on.

With her dress bunched around her waist she would bend over and suck one guy's cock while being fucked from behind. Rod wanted to film this from underneath - seeing cocks slamming her mouth and her pussy at the same time.

With my arms wrapped around Jen's seat, my hands had worked lower now, pulling up Jen's dress to get access to her slick pussy. I was right. No knickers. My fingers stroked up and down the length of her slit, teasingly avoiding her clit and pushing only the very tip of a finger into her pussy at the bottom every so often, avoiding her efforts to push herself deeper onto my fingers.

Rod continued detailing his fantasy.

After the first guy comes deep in her, she will turn around and suck her juices off the cock fresh from her pussy, while the other guy will fuck her hard and fast from behind, adding his load deep in her pussy.  Jen will then take her dress completely off and lie down on a blanket with her legs spread wide, knees up, playing with her pussy and the come dribbling from her. It’s an open invitation and three more guys fuck her, coming on her tits, on her face and in her mouth.

The scene playing out in Rod's mind finished, as Rod explained, with Rod rolling his cum splattered wife onto her front, face down, using the cum and juices oozing from her pussy to lube up her ass and pushing his cock into his wife's tight back door.

Jen laughed out loud and thumped Rod hard. Rod was smirking from ear to ear and laughed too. Clearly that was one fantasy Jen wasn’t so keen on.

I was thankful for the break in the mood, certainly not wanting to peak too soon.

“You had me till then” Jen said, smiling, the mood gone, but light. “Hell, I almost came just from imagining it” she added. “One thing you missed though” she added “If you want to, I’d love it if you joined in this time. I’d love to watch your cock in some other mouth or pussy.”

“Or butt” Rod added, laughing and getting another playful thump from his wife.

As we passed the Peka Peka Wetland Reserve and saw it closed for maintenance, with road cones and the gate apparently locked, Jen looked back and gave me a mischievous wink. “We'll be back there later today” she confided.

We started to get really excited a few minutes later when we were overtaken by a silver Audi driving 2 couples and with red towels on the back parcel shelf.  Less than 15 minutes further down SH2 we came across the same car in a small rest area alongside a motor home. Sure enough there was a red ribbon tied to the rest area sign and the motor home was flying a small red pendant off its aerial.

Rod couldn’t stop fast enough.