We had rented a beach house for two weeks and intended to visit a few interesting places in the north. No more talk about the nude beach. I hadn’t thought a single thought about dogging until I one day at the gas station met Michael, who of some unexplained strange reason was the most successful pussy hound in my Motor Club.
He greeted me with a big smile and said, “I didn’t know that you and Lena had gotten so modern habits that you’ve began with dogging. Looks fun, can I join you next time?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Hi Mr. Sunshine, don’t pretend to fool an old friend.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the pictures of Lena and you at the dogging site on the net?”
I was totally dumbfounded and said, “You got to be totally wrong. It must be somebody else who looks like us and your imagination did the rest. We have never been at any dogging. That’s for sure.”
“Oh my dear friend, I can’t bet any money that it is you but I can bet a full tank of gasoline that it is Lena. Go home and look at the net and then come here and pay my gas bill.”
“I’ll take the bet and expect my bill be paid tomorrow.”
“Sorry old friend, it’s not my fault if Lena is there with somebody else. That’s not the question in this matter,” he chuckled as he walked away.
I went home, found the dogging site, logged in for a membership and had to wait a long half hour before I got my password and got to the pictures. It was even worse than expected. Though she had a blonde wig and sunglasses it was no doubt that it was my wife Lena who was fucked in several positions wearing her sheer sexy pantyhose by what seemed to be two different men of almost the same size.
The photos didn’t show the men’s heads and I think the one who had published those photos had used some editing program to fix some extra sun tan on them. It was the tattooed green and bright red spider on Lena’s left bottom, well visible on several photos, which took away all my doubts that it was my wife Lena who got fucked in her pantyhose on that sunny beach surrounded by naked spectators.
I felt like I had been hit in the head with a baseball bat. The feeling got even worse when I understood why Michael had been able to recognize Lena. He had done it by the only possible way. He had seen her naked before and recognized her bright tattooed spider.