A rainy night in a Melbourne park, with her husband at the door

A dark park in the drizzle

It was close to midnight on a wet Saturday in Melbourne, and a husband was standing in the drizzle beside my car, holding the back door open and watching his wife. We were parked somewhere quiet and dark in a park in the middle of the city. I’d left every light in the car off – the last thing any of us wanted was to draw attention – and the only glow came from my phone screen.

A couple of hours earlier, I hadn’t expected to see them at all.

Plans that kept changing

The couple, from Melbourne’s southern suburbs, had got in touch earlier in the week. The idea was to meet that Saturday afternoon on their way into the city, where they’d booked a hotel for the night. But with daylight saving it would still be broad daylight, and we all worried about being seen. On the Friday night the husband messaged, very politely, to call it off – they’d drive themselves in instead. If I was around later, he said, they might be in touch.

Another couple who’d been in touch about the same night pulled out too, late on the Saturday afternoon: the wife wasn’t ready. I told her husband that was absolutely fine – nobody should be talked into anything – and that they could try another time if she wanted to.

So I wasn’t holding my breath. At about ten I texted the first couple to ask whether they still wanted to meet. Between 10.30 and 11, probably, the husband said. At 11.20 he asked me to pick them up from their hotel.

Somewhere quiet and dark

It was drizzling when I pulled up. He was in black jeans and a sweater; she was in a short white dress that flared at the hem – simple, but it worked. Both were in their forties, I guessed, and she was gorgeous. They climbed into the back, and we set off towards a coastal strip near the city that’s full of restaurants.

Ten minutes or so in, they started kissing. Not long after, the husband asked if I could pull over somewhere quiet and dark. I found a spot in a park and stopped.

By the time the engine was off, his trousers were too, and she was stroking him. From the front seat, in the low light, I had a perfect view. Then, out of nowhere, she looked up and asked me: “Do you want me to blow you, or do you want to fuck me?”

Her husband at the door

I was stunned. We’d talked about more than watching, but that had been for the afternoon plan, and I hadn’t expected anything now. They were both smiling, completely relaxed about it. He got out into the drizzle, opened the back door and stood there watching, clearly loving it, while I climbed in next to her.

She knelt on the back seat in that white dress and went down on me – slowly at first, then deeper. At one point he came round to the other door and fingered her while she did, and then I joined in, the two of us taking turns while she moaned. Then he went back to watching from the doorway, rain and all. It went on for ten or fifteen minutes, and I spent the whole time trying not to come.

He asked if I had a condom. I did, and went to get one – and then realised that, as worked up as I was, I wouldn’t last a moment. I asked if they’d mind finishing the way we were going. Not at all, they said; it was up to me. That was what I liked most about them: no pressure, just two people enjoying themselves and making sure everyone else was too.

When I asked whether he could take a photo, no faces, she said she’d rather not, and that was that. When I asked to see her breasts, she grinned and pulled the top of her dress down to show a bright red bra – I was too flustered to get any further. Her husband, still standing in the rain, asked if I wanted to come in her mouth. If she was happy, I said. She was. A few minutes later I did, and she swallowed every drop.

“She must be hungry”

I got out to clean up. When I looked back, the two of them were kissing in the back seat, slowly and tenderly – he was clearly proud of her, and it was sweet to see. When I got back in and asked where to, he said to take them somewhere to eat: she must be hungry now. I dropped them at a late-night food place around 12.30, and they walked off hand in hand.

A quarter of an hour later I messaged him to say thank you. It was the best night I’d had with a couple, it had caught me completely off guard, and whether or not it ever happened again, I’d remember it for ever. Looking back, I wish I’d lasted longer – if it happened now, I’d take him up on that condom. Later, I sent them this story. They loved it.

An anonymous dogging story from a man in Melbourne.