Harriet Peniston 9 - The Call of the Wild- Going Solo

The Witness Program has awakened a deep sexual yearning in married mum, Harriet. Things have changed, but she still finds herself wanting more.

Harriet reached into her bag for her phone. As she felt around for it, her hand made contact with an item which made her smile, she grasped it for a moment, feeling it’s warmth as she held it in her palm, feeling its smooth, rounded edges, before letting it fall back to the bottom of her bag and pulling out her phone.

It was, she’d been told, a piece of African ebony which had been hand carved into the shape of the spade symbol from a suit of cards. It had been given to her as a memento by Witness Obi when he left Manor Close four months ago, moving on as part of his work. She hoped it wasn’t one of many from a box full that he carried around with him as with the cheap charm necklace she used to wear. To her it was special and a memory of her brief time as the Queen of Spades.

Other memories weren’t so fondly held, and Harriet tried to bury them deep, but they occasionally bubbled to the surface. The termination of her pregnancy still stung. It was a simple procedure that she arranged privately with the help of her neighbour, Anne. Just a day in the clinic, two pills and then allowed home once the process was complete. She was home before the family and no one was any the wiser, except Harriet. She hated herself for doing it.

She’d had no choice really. There was the slim chance it had been her husband Andrew’s child, but she knew it was most probably Witness who was the father. He left the close not knowing, so the gift wasn’t related to that. She tried hard to separate the two memories.

Witness had released Harriet’s sexual needs from a lifetime of suppression. It had even improved her sex life with her husband. Sex within her marriage was now much more regular and not only at his request. She would perform oral sex on him at unexpected moments when the children were hidden away in their rooms. Sex between them was now without condoms, as another consequence of her time in the Witness Program was that she was now on contraception. She had been recommended an injection by the clinic she had attended which only needed to be renewed every three months. It was discreet and only she knew about it. Andrew seemed to let her assess the risk of unprotected sex, prioritising her obvious enjoyment of it, over the risk of pregnancy. He had no idea, but whatever made her happy.

She was also much more fun as a mother, rather than the home organiser. Hannah had noticed the change in her, even if Daniel hadn’t. All in all her home life was much more relaxed, and no longer regimented by lists and household duties.

Harriet looked at her phone. She still had the log in to the site that Witness had given her. She tracked new additions to the Witness Program, and still felt a pang of jealousy every time a new woman was added. But she was still there, number 22 of 29, and still enjoyed reading the comments and messages, well some of them, that she received.

Online flirting was definitely an outlet for her wilder urges, but it never truly met her deeper needs. A recent exchange of messages on the site had led her down a rabbit hole investigating dogging, public sex amongst strangers. It sounded seedy and outrageous, but she couldn’t stop reading about it. She had found a list of locations and discovered that there was one only twenty minutes drive away. It sounded both far enough and near enough to satisfy her curiosity, and she had already driven past it several times. A seemingly forgotten turn off on a busy road.

Of course all the sexual activity was a late evening event, and she only had the daytime to herself. Nevertheless she still got a thrill of excitement from knowing and imagining what occurred overnight each time she drove by.

Harriet checked her messages and once again watched a video of herself being fucked by Witness. Hearing her own moans, she felt her excitement rise and the recklessness return and she walked out to her car. The dogging spot had become a mini-obsession for her and today she was going to drive in so she could picture it better in her fantasies.

The drive passed quickly and she slowed as she neared the entrance. Turning in she could see it was empty. It extended quite far alongside the road and she drove towards the end and reverse parked. Switching off the engine she looked around, taking in her surroundings.

She could hear traffic on the road which was now behind her. Trees and bushes hid it from sight. In front of her was another row of parking spaces with trees and paths leading off behind them. Three wooden picnic tables with benches were spaced out in front of the trees, each one looking worse for wear, as if they had been forgotten about for many years. The carpark itself was rough and weeds and grass grew from cracks in the surface.

It was a sad and forgotten place. Whether it once thronged to the sound of families sat at the tables enjoying a day out in the woods and their picnic food, she had no idea, but from the look of it she decided it was unlikely.

However it was the evening activities that really interested her. She looked around wondering how it all played out. What kind of people came? How did it happen? Where? Her imagination started to race away, and sat alone in the car she lowered her panties and started to rub her pussy, all the more excited by the sound of the traffic behind her. Ordinary people, ordinary lives, with no idea of what she was doing just feet away. It felt dangerous and risky.

The noise of vehicle pulling in suddenly snapped her out of her erotic imaginings. She looked to see a small van driving noisily towards her. Out of all the spaces available it drove towards her position and reversed into the opposite parking space, the driver looking directly towards her.

The van was from a frozen food delivery company according to the writing on its side. She supposed that the driver had pulled in for his lunch. Her hand returned to her pussy. This was an extra thrill, he wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing. The devilish streak inside of her tingled as she fingered herself.

Then she froze. The man got out of his van and walked towards her. She suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. He was probably in his mid-fifties, his hair receding. He wasn’t at all attractive, but as he looked down into her car and saw her hand frozen on her cunt, she slowly started to finger herself again. He responded by undoing his trousers and taking out his penis. It was stiff and a good size, and he masturbated as he watched her.

She didn’t know why, but she took her hand from her pussy and lowered her window. Neither of them spoke. It had been months since Witness had left the close, and she’d only been with Andrew since then, but she wanted to feel something new, something different and she reached out to stroke his cock. She caressed it, feeling the stiff warmth as she gripped it tighter.

Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry, but she still managed to take it in her mouth as he proffered it through her window. As her tounge tasted that familiar salty tang her saliva returned and she began to suck hungrily going down deep in her wantonness. His hand awkwardly pushed through the window, clumsily feeling her tits through the thin fabric of her dress. She repositioned herself to better allow him access and feeling his cock at the back of her throat. She was comfortable with this. He wasn’t as large as Witness so she took it easily. His hand reached down to her cunt his middle two fingers sliding deep into her, moving in and out fast and rough, while simultaneously waggling backwards and forwards. He touched her in places that only she knew herself and she suddenly came, gushing over his hand and onto the car seat.

She was mortified and embarrassed. Letting his cock drop from her mouth she raised the window. He stepped back as the car started, still masturbating and cumming, as she drove forward hurriedly with her panties still down. As she drove out of the car park she saw him in her mirror walking back to his van. She focused on the traffic, her heart pounding, before finding a safe place to park. She rearranged her clothing and cried a little as she processed what had happened. She didn’t understand the tears, she felt incredible.

She found a hand car wash on the edge of town and paid for a valet and shampoo of her car seats, hoping that they wouldn’t guess what had happened. She went into a coffee shop to wait. As she drank her coffee she thought about what had happened. She laughed to herself as she thought about what the man must have thought as she suddenly drove off in the middle of giving him a blow job. She was also glad that Andrew rarely drove her car, and that she was unlikely to have to explain about the unexpected valet. She felt as if she had broken through a barrier, and once again had reconnected with her true, hidden self.

She drove home sat on a plastic bag on the still damp seat, and then started work on dinner. They would all be home soon, and only she would know of her little adventure. She smiled to herself as she imagined what might be next.