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TEACHING MY WIFE (F, Dog, 1st)

The Horst


I have this fantasy, for a while now, of innocently yet with purpose, 
transforming my wife into a dog slut. The following is actually true, it is only 
the ending that becomes fanatasy...

Let me tell you about her. She is quite clever, witty and cunning at times. A 
joy to spend time with, attentive, loyal and loving. Other times she can be a 
real bitch, self-centred and selfish....I guess that sums up most women. With 
her dark golden blonde hair just caressing the top of her firm arse cheeks, 
straight but with a hint of curl at times, the picture becomes more complete 
when viewed together with her full, tear drop 32DD breasts. Milky white, with 
edable nipples, au natural and wonderully set off with any top she wears. 
Knowing her best asset well, she has over the years become a master at 
exploiting them. Together with her long slender legs that seem to go forever 
until they reach her well groomed mound she turns heads wherever she goes. 
There are things about a natural blonde that can only fully be appreciated by those 
in the know. Her lips are full, pouting, her nose slightly angular with a hint of a 
chisled feel and dark eyebrows giving her a distinct french/spanish look even 
though she is of anglo saxon background. The voice that accompanies her 
personality is musical, firm, yet at times child like whenever she lets the 
princess within escape. It is this woman that I wish to see impaled on the end 
of a rather large, throbing dog cock.

Her attention to our neighbours dog is what gave root to my fantasy. The way she 
plays with him, throwing the saliva covered ball away from him so he runs after 
it like the obedient lad that he is. Her constant rubbing of his neck, ears and 
stomach, feeling the silky fur glide through her fingertips, followed by her 
ever so silent gasp as the result of her administrations are made apparent. I 
had to giggle when she first was aware of the growing weapon between his legs, 
the look on her face when she noticed the pinkness of his cock start to peek out 
from between his sheath. The look of concern as it started to get bigger. Yet 
did she stop rubbing his stomach? Not a chance. It was only when his cock 
started to nearly touch her arm that she pulled away with an awkward laugh, 
followed by an unconvincing reprimand.

Sometime later when I brought up the topic of her "adventure", she was quick to 
dismiss it. I ventured so far as to suggest it turned me on, and a part of 
me...the dark evil part....had wanted her to touch it. She gave me a confused 
look, like she hadn't heard me correctly. I strenghtened my position by 
announcing that there were a thousand web sites that catered for that kind of 
thing. She wanted to see, not believing such nonsense, but after a few minutes 
cruising the web, she was quiet taken back by the depravity of it all. I quickly 
backpeddled, covering my tracks by agreeing with her, yet dropping inuendos 
whenever possible. It was the twinkle in her eye that gave me hope.

Sometime later I got the courage to purchase online an addition to our dildo 
collection. I bought a dog shaped penis, saying quite innocently that it looked 
wierd and it might give her a different feeling. She was non the wiser and 
readily accepted our new toy into our love sessions. I still vividly remember 
the first time I brought it out, and had her seductivly spread her legs while on 
all fours. She loves to be f***** this way, and often I fantasize that a dog is 
doing it rather than me. With the rubber dog cock, the picture became even 
more vivid, especially as she was thrusting back on it, taking it fully, she 
whispered that she knew what it was, a dog penis shaped dildo, and if I was 
thinking about it being the neighbours dog cock instead. I couldn't lie, and 
said that I was pretending it was the neighbours dog thrusting into her. It was 
then that she orgasmed hard, one of those gut renching long drawn out ones that 
keep her rigid in position until the waves of pleasure subside enough for her to 
comfortably move.

I knew not to ruin the situation by pressing her on anything to do with the dog. 
I let it be, marinating in the knowledge that a huge breach had been traversed. 
A first step, and in my case, bigger than anything Armstrong managed. It was at 
this time that I started to formulate a possible strategy for my ultimate selfish goal. 
To make my darling wife a dog slut. How is it that once a man decides on something, 
he will move heaven and earth to get to his goal? Nothing will stand in his way, 
obstacles become a distraction, the bizzare becomes normal and things that 
once were sheer fantasy become a reality.....

And so it was with my fantasy, the fact that what I was dreaming about, was 
wanting and willing to happen with my every breath was complete depravity for my 
darling wife. To see her become the tool for my selfish sexual deprevation was 
my focus, but how to do it without loosing all? I felt like the gambler putting 
everything on the one throw of the dice knowing disaster was only a slip away. 
How was I going to direct her in the starring role of my minds performance?

I knew that she was aware that I had a dirty little fantasy to do with the 
neighbours dog. After a few sessions with the dog dildo, she got quite into it, 
even barking at one stage which I quickly put an end to. I didn't want her to be 
the dog, that was not appealing to me. She became quite brazen about it, teasing 
me whenever we saw the beast running around in the back yard next door. I 
believe she thought it was only a passing fad for me, like many others, and that 
if she humoured me with it, I would soon move onto some other sexual flavour of 
the month. Little did she know.......

It was when our neighbour had to go interstate for the week that a chance 
manifested itself. In the past the neighbour had asked us to look after her 
pets, a cat and the dog whenever she was away, and would reciprocate with our 
cat when we were gone. I couldn't contain myself when my wife mentioned to me 
between bites of her morning breakfast that she would be looking after the 
neighbours pets for the week and would I help her with walking the dog like I 
did the last time. It was all quite innocent, but over the next couple of days 
until our neighbour was leaving, I pumped my manhood feverishly trying to 
visualize various dirty scenarios. Deep down I knew nothing would really happen, 
I mean, to think that my wife would actually do anything which would involve an 
animal sexually was complete idiocy. How would I create a situation that I would 
be able to engage her in without a divorce pending? The reality is often 
sobering.

Still, I lived in hope. The night before our neighbour left, my wife went over 
to go through the list of little things to take care of as women are want to do. 
Water the plants, air out the rooms, feed the animals and so forth. When she got 
back, it was already late, and we headed off to bed as was our nightly routine, 
and go to sleep while some mindless tv program is playing in the background. 
This time though as I reached for the remote, she stopped me, saying she felt 
like a back rub, which is her way of saying she wants some. I rubbed her back 
some, tickling her spine, gently soothing her slim neck with my index fingers 
and thumbs while whispering how good she looked into her ear. Oh yes guys, this 
sort of administration does actually work, believe me! In no time we were in a 
tangle of lust, my engorged cock vigirously pushing the lips of her pussy apart 
to drive deep into her. We were both nearing orgasm, when she did something that 
surprised me completely, and under normal circumstances would have ruined the 
moment for me. She asked me to stop.

What really caught me off guard was the fact she asked me to use the dog cock 
dildo on her. Up until now, it was always me that had instigated this little 
fetish, but tonight she asked for it to be used on her. I quickly grabbed it 
from my bedside draw and started to gently tease her opening with it while she 
was lying on her back, legs spread apart and giving me an unsure smile. What 
was going through her mind I thought? I started to push the tip into her wet vagina, 
watching as the her outer lips started to wrap around the plastic shaft. For the 
second time she asked me to stop, saying in an unsure voice that she would 
rather I use it on her while she was on all fours...like a bitch. Well, you could have 
knocked me over with a feather at this point! The look she gave me was one of 
complete distress, like she had just said the most stupid thing in the world, and 
I knew from past experiences that it was a look that needed reasurance from me. 
I told her to roll over, to spread her lets wide, and that she was wonderful and not 
to feel ashamed that she was getting into the role of my fantasy for me more. I 
used the tact that I understood that she was doing this to maybe please me at 
which she quickly agreed, a little to quick to sound completely genuine. She was 
now propped up on her elbows, head slightly resting on the pillow, her full breasts 
swaying heavily, with her legs bent wide apart giving me a wonderous view of her 
open pussy. 

I was mesmerised by how wet she was even knowing we had just nearly orgasmed 
moments before. I know that if she doesn't orgasm soon in our lovemaking, her 
pussy tends to dry up, yet looking at it now, it was dripping honey like some young 
virgin slut. Talking to her gently, I probed her mind just as I was starting to probe 
her slit with the end of the dog dildo. Was she enjoying the shape of it? "Yes" she 
answered.... a little breathlessly. I pushed it into her a little further, pulling back as 
she started to thrust back on it and asked her, if she like the girth of it, did it fill her 
up? "Oh yes" was her subdued reply. I pushed it in even further, letting her slide 
her pussy along the shaft and alowing her to administer herself along the length of 
the plastic dog shaped cock I was holding in my hands. To view her lips grabbing 
at the shaft, slick with her arousal was truly intoxicating. As her breathing became 
laboured and I knew she was approaching an orgasm, I asked her my final question,
Are you pretending the neighbours dog is fucking you? "f*** yessssss" she hissed 
at me, pushing back hard onto the latex pleasure pole, while I thrust the full length 
into her at the same time until it hit was nearly all the way in. Her orgasm was hard, 
violent, like nothing I had ever seen her do before. I spoke to her as she cum, saying 
how I wished it was a real dog cock and not just a fake one that was pounding her, 
how I wished I could see the dog sperm running out of her swollen cunt. 

She orgasmed again violently, again something I have never seen her do before 
and cried out whimpering for me to stop. I gently pulled the dildo from her 
pussy with an audible plop, the lips releasing their vice like suction with some 
misgiving. She collapsed onto the bed, noticably spent after two insatiable cums 
one on top of the other and curled up asking to be held. I knew she was going 
through a guilt trip, and proceeded to stroke her hair, holding her saying it 
was alright, that it was just a powerful sexual vision and nothing else, that 
she had reacted to the thought of fantasizing about a taboo subject, regardless 
of what it may have been. This seemed to calm her down a bit, but she did 
express a little anxiety at having to look after the neighbours pets after our 
sexual incident. I told her that if she was unsure, I would go over and do what 
was needed. As she lay there starting to fall asleep, I thought about what had 
just transpired, the full effect of it hitting home to me. It didn't even bother 
me that I had not cum, knowing that the vision of what I had just seen would 
fuel many a tug.

Another chapter had opened in my fantasy, one that I would have to play very 
carefully with as my wife was on a knifes edge with her mental ability to deal 
with the reality that she had cum fantasizing about being f***** by a dog. The 
next few days would be critical and if I said the wrong thing, or made her feel 
dirty and cheapen the experience we had, I would soon shelve the whole depraved 
idea for good. I would have to tread very carefully, yet one thing I did not have 
was a lot of time. My neighbour would be away for a week and then that 
window of opportunity would close for however long. Still, tomorrow is another 
day, and I was already plotting my next move...

I woke with some misgivings about the week ahead. Had I blown any chance of 
making my fantasy a reality? Also, doubts starting creeping into my 
subconscious, causing me to question my motives. Did I "really" want to see my 
wife become the sex object of a beast? The more I started to think about it as I 
lay in bed, the more I came to realise that I had to get a grip on reality and 
let this whole fantasy farce go. Time to wake up and smell the roses.....

My wife had already woken and was bustling in the kitchen. When I went 
downstairs, I greeted her as cheerfully as possible, trying to hide my inner 
turmoil and guilt at what I had been trying to put her through. I thought of 
ways to start telling her that I was over the whole dog thing and that she could 
relax. As I watched her sit in her favorite chair, delicately nibbling on her 
morning cereal, her blonde locks hanging slightly over her face, I looked at the 
woman of my dreams. She seemed quite innocent, the princess within was out 
today, and that boded well for a relaxing afternoon. I shelved talking to her 
waiting for a better time, not wanting to spoil her seemingly good mood. As I 
greeted her with a "good morning", she casually looked up at me and gave me one 
of those heavy lidded smiles, the eyes reflecting the love she held for me. 
Hmmm, this was certainly going to be the start of a good day!

I made myself some breakfast, and we ate in relative silence, not the 
uncomfortable kind, rather the self assurance between two people that have known 
each other for many years, comfortable in each others company without the need 
for idle usless chatter. Once finished, I started for the door to go to the 
neighbours house to look after her pets. My wife asked where I was going, to 
which I replied that I was going to feed the dog and cat like I said I would the 
previous night. "Oh, don't bother hon, I have already taken care of that, you 
might want to walk him later on though, you know how he gets when he is inside 
all day". I looked at her face intently, trying to garnish any information from 
her response. "What about last night, I thought you were over the whole thing, I 
don't want you feeling uncomfortable about any of this and would rather drop the 
whole thing than have anything come between us". "Don't be silly hon, that was 
last night and I was just being a bit foolish, anyway.....all said and done, I 
did rather enjoy it as you probably noticed......"she said with one of her 
cheeky don't you dare answer smiles. "So you are alright then?" I asked back. 

"Yes hon, I'm fine". I guess that was that and left it at that. The rest of the 
day, being a weekend, was spent our usual way. Lunch at our local, followed by a 
bit of shopping, a walk along the beach and then back home in the afternoon. I 
decided to spend some time in the garden doing some trimming, while my wife 
decided to catch some rays on the sunlounge. She came out in her bikini, nothing 
flash, one of her old ones that she wore when we were alone, a strictly for 
suntaning bikini. Often she would take her top off, as she did today and give me 
a distraction from my gardening. I loved the way that at the age of 39, she 
still managed to have firm breats. Perhaps the fact that she had never had 
children was to blame, but either way, I wasn't. Her nipples always go rock hard 
in the sun, and she is a professed sun worshipper, always gets rather horny 
after a good bake, so I was living in hope of perhaps sampling some of the wares 
on offer to me.

It was during my daydream that the neighbours dog started barking. He had 
rummaged around in the backyard being left to his own devices, and under normal 
circumstances, is definately a creature that needs company. He had heard me in 
the backyard, and was pacing the fence on the other side, occasionaly jumping on 
his hind legs to try and get a view over the fence. I berated him for the noise 
he was making, but my wife looked up and told me to go easy, he was just lonely 
and wanted company. She started to get up, put her bikini top on and grab her 
towel and make a move. I asked her where she was going, to which she replied 
"next door to keep him company, we can't have him in here, and he isn't going to 
let up until someone stays with him" I knew the logic in this, we had a very dog 
unfriendly environment in our backyard, and the last time he managed to get over 
he caused a lot of carnage in a little amount of time. "ok, well, I'll come with 
you" I said "no need hon, I'm just going to being doing what I was here. If I 
need anything I will give you a yell". That was fine with me as I did have to 
finish the chores in the garden and sitting over there doing nothing was not 
really my ideal way to end an afternoon. At this point I never even twigged, 
nothing dirty popped into my head at all. Here was my wife going to do some 
tanning over at the neighbours house, probably topless, in the same backyard as 
the dog. It was only a half hour after she had gone that I suddenly realised the 
implications of it all, and low and behold, the sun must also have an effect on 
me, because instantly a multitude of dirty thoughts started to flood my mind. 

There was no noise next door, so I casually made my way to the fence and peeked 
over. There was my wife, lying semi naked on her stomach asleep by the steady 
rhythm of her breathing. The dog was lying not far away, head on chin, as dogs 
are want to do when nothing is happening around them, just casually gazing and 
dreaming of whatever dogs dream about. The picture was quite innocent, yet I 
could extract some sort of malevolent fetish from it all, my mind playfully 
going over all the possible scenarios involving my wife and the beast. So much 
for calling it quits! I was quietly praying that something was going to happen, 
bending my mind to call out to the dog to do something to start a chain of 
events that would lead down the path of complete subjugation of my wife. I was 
definately no Uri Gellar, but as I chuckled inside, I was apt at trying anything. 

How perverse did I feel, actually wanting something to happen? I must 
be sick, a wierdo, definately perverted, but I didn't really care. It was all 
about me and my need for sexual fullfilment. I had entered the lond dark night 
of the penis..... I was snapped out of my thoughts by movement. The dog had got 
up and was sniffing around the grass. I looked intently, eyes fixed on any sign 
that something may proceed. He gradually made his way to my wife, and started to 
sniff at her crotch. Well bugger me if I didn't just jump 10 feet into the air 
and do a cartwheel all at the same time. This would feed my perverse little mind 
for hours to come. I watched as she brushed him aside, waving her hand behind 
her above her arse to shoo him away. Instinct told me to make myself unseen, so 
I lowered myself to fence hight and moved along to where the bushes were more 
prevailing. He went back for seconds, trying to sniff her arse again, and I 
deduced that my wife must be sending out some sort of sent to him, perhaps she 
was getting a little wet as she does when she bakes in the sun for a while. 

Oh, to only hope! She waved him away again, this time with a verbal reprimand. 
He scooted off, but was soon back at the scene, trying again to push his wet snout 
between her legs. Then my wife did something that will stay vividly in my minds 
eye till the day I die......she looked up over at our fence, obviously looking 
for me, and when she didn't see me, she called out my name, not loudly, just 
enough to satisfy her own conscience. When I didn't answer, she reached back and 
pulled aside her bikini bottoms allowing the dog to have access to her pussy. I 
couldn't believe my eyes....was this really happening? I peered intently, 
watching as she started to spread her legs, slightly at first to give him better 
access and then wide apart. The dog was lapping away at her pussy and arsehole, 
oblivious to his part in the scheme of things. My wife reached back with both 
hands and grabbed her arse cheeks firmly and pulled them apart. There was no 
doubt now, she wanted this, and was making the best of the situation. The dog 
started to lick away feverishly, turning his furry head sideways to gain better 
access. He must have started to taste her juices as I was sure she must be 
gushing profusely. I could even hear her little moans, and sharp intake of 
breath as the dogs tounge probed deeper into her vagina. She started to lean 
back into him, raising herself slowly on her knees, allowing her pussy to open 
up even further for the beast, hands frantically pulling her arse apart. What a 
good dog I thought, playing his part so well! He was right inside her now, I 
could see the snaking tounge lash at her wet glistening lips, her hips moving 
back and forth in a simulation of copulation, moaning louder, reaching a point 
of no return......

Her orgasm was gigantic, I was mesmerized that the woman I thought I knew 
sexually, thought I had been the sole giver of her pleasure. It was with mixed 
emotions that I witnessed what would have been one of her biggest and longest 
cums I had ever seen. Happy for her to have felt such release, yet fiercly 
jelous of the fact that it was not me giving her that release. In her throws, 
the dog kept licking away, trying to manoeuvre his mouth in time with her 
convulsions. Her heavy breasts crushed under the weight of her body until she 
finally collapsed. She snapped her legs closed, finished with the administations 
of the canine, just lying there on her stomack, breathing heavily, slight 
tremours snaking their way down different parts of her body. I could see her 
legs were shaking, trembling. After what seemed ages, but was only a few 
minutes, she looked over at the fence again, didn't see me and made to leave. 

She put her bikini on, picked up her towel and started to make her way back 
over, when suddenly she stopped, turned and made her way to the dog. I watched 
as she knelt down to him as he was lying on the grass, a big panting grin on his 
face, and rubbed his head and ears in gratitude, giving him a quick kiss on the 
head. As she was about to get up and leave, she hesitated, looked over at our 
fence again, and then back down to the dog. I could see as she was rubbing her 
hand along his belly, and the attention causing him to roll over onto his back, 
legs splayed out widely, with one leg pumping the tyre. She moved her hand 
hesitantly closer to his shaft, and I noticed, albeit strainingly, that he must 
be getting hard. I watched in fascination and awe as she started to rub her 
hands along his ball sack, squeezing slightly, but with the full intent to make 
him hard. Where was this going? As the pinkness of his rod started to protrude 
from his sheath, she touched it, rubbed it between her finger and thumb. I was 
in heaven.....! But as soon as she started, she stopped, got up and started to 
walk back towards our house. It was only then that I noticed my cock im my hand, 
the remenants of semen dripping through my clenched fingers and a fence that had 
been repainted in egg shell cum. There was nothing for it, I just placed him 
back in my pants, soiled and all, and ran to the house to pretend I was inside. 
The laptop was on so I would have a pausible excuse for not hearing her call my 
name.

My mind was a swirl of emotions. My fantasy was taking shape as hard core 
reality. She had let the dog lick her to orgasm, touched his shaft and all. Where 
to from here? I would have to wait for her to get back and plan my moves around 
her now. This rollercoaster ride was starting to get momentum, but I felt far from 
in control. The ramifications of what had just transpired thrilled and scared me 
all at the same time. Where to from here? With Christmas Day fast approaching, 
any thoughts of creating a liason between my wife and the neighbours dog was 
pushed from my mind. I had to digest what had transpired between the two of 
them, and the more I thought on it, the more jelous I got about it. I know this sounds 
strange, the fact that my fantasy was taking shape and bearing fruit, but as it always 
goes with things we want badly, the reality can somewhat become quite sobering. 
I would have to say, after a day or two of self analysis, that I was taken back by the 
fact she had proceed to another level without my participation. I was not "present" 
at her first real involvement, not able to dictate proceedigns according to my selfish 
plan. Then there was also the initial "what if's?"....what if she liked having sex with 
the dog more than me? what if I had to compete with an animal?...the more I thought 
on these things, the more I felt the whole situation slipping from my control. I could'nt 
even confront her or talk to her about what I was feeling as it would give away the 
fact that I had spied on her and as women have a knack at doing, make her the 
victim in all of this. I was starting to become distracted by the whole event, my every 
thought going back to the vision in my head of her complete and powerful orgasm 
on the end of a canine tounge.

Christmas Day came and went. My wife did her duties taking care of the animals 
next door without incident. It wasn't until the end of Boxing Day, lying in bed 
together having finally escorted our last guests to their cars that we starting 
chatting about the days events. What presents we liked, the amount of food 
eaten, who drank what and how much.....the sort of things a couple normally do. 
I was rather tired and didn't make any move towards sex, thinking my wife would 
be in the same frame of mind and was just happy lazily surfing Foxtel. While 
flicking through the channels, stopping occasionally on one to peruse the 
contents, I stumbled across the animal planet channel. It was showing two 
animals copulating, a couple of horses at which I just started watching. My wife 
commented on how hard it must be for the filly to take the weight of such a big 
stallion to which I agreed. The next scene was showing two dogs going at 
it.....well, didn't everything go silent at that. I was peeking out of the corner of 
my eye trying to see my wife's reaction without me making it obvious I was. 

She was starring intently at the rapid sexual frenzy at which the male dog 
was pounding the bitch, and then how he suddenly stopped as they knotted 
together. Without looking at me, still intent on the action on the TV, she said 
she knew that I was watching her. "Is this what you want me to do?" she asked 
not taking her eyes off the screen. I didn't know what to say. My mind was 
screaming at me to retreat, my cock on the other hand was instantly twitching to 
hardness. What answer would I give? It had come to a crucial impasse, and how I 
replied would dictate the direction of any future actions. I knew I could not be 
indifferent, that would show my weakness at making a decision. I had to say 
either yes or no.... "Yes", I replied in an almost whisper. "You want an animal 
doing that to me?" she continued. "Yes", I said with more confidence this time. 

"Why?" she asked. Well, that put me on the spot. Why indeed? Was our sex life 
not reasonably good? Did I not love her enough? Was I just some perverted 
selfish bastard that needed medication? "It turns me on", I answered back "Don't 
I do that enough for you? What is so wrong with our sex life that you want to 
see an animal fucking your own wife?" she said. Damn, wrong answer! Well, not 
wrong, just said in the wrong way. How to salvage this I thought? "It's not any 
of those sorts of things. It's just something very primitive, I want to see you 
getting f*****, and have often thougth about a threesome with another guy....but 
emotionally I don't think, actually, I know I wouldn't be able to handle it, the 
jelousy attached with such an event. This is just a perverted way of fullfilling 
my desire to see you getting pounded by someone, or as is the case at hand, 
something other than myself. It is just so wrong, so terribly dirty that it 
becomes very erotic. I don't expect you to understand, in fact, I don't 
understand it myself at times. It is pure sexual emotion." I retorted. She 
didn't say anything for the longest time. 

The documentary had moved on to other topics and neither of us was really 
watching anymore. I started to feel sick, really worried I had gone way, way 
too far with what I was feeling. The ball was definately in her court..... "I still 
can't see how a women can do something like that" she said. "I am sure there 
are many women out there who do it for similar reasons to mine, or just another 
angle of what I have said" I started to say. "No, physically I mean. How can a 
woman be f***** by a dog?" she corrected me. "Those websites, do they show 
how you can actually do it, or is it just porn?" she said. "Well, most of them are 
just pictures and movies. Just jerking material, but you may be able to garnish 
something from them. There is this one website called Zooskool that I stumbled 
across which is rather in-depth on the techniques used" I said. "Oh, you've got 
it all planned eh?" was her sharp reply. "Not really, just stumbled along it while 
surfing looking at the pictures. Why? Are you interested in "doing" something?" 
I asked. "I really don't know to be honest. I disgusts me completely on one side, 
and yet, there is something that intrigues me greatly. It is so rather dirty isn't it. 
Do you think I could look at that website?" she said. "Sure, I'll go and get the 
laptop and bring it in here" I said. It took me all of 30 seconds to race to get the 
laptop. Things were spinning well out of orbit now, but there was nothing for 
it. In for a penny... I switched the Dell on, cursing Windows for being so slow. 

Then again, I don't think Bill would have had what I was needing it for in 
mind when designing it either. Finally, I got my web browser open, and a few 
clicks later, arrived at the Zooskool website. I went straight to the "lessons" 
and started to go through them with my wife. She at first didn't say anything, 
just looking, nodding with the occasional "oh my" thrown in. As they started to 
get more graphic, I could tell that she was getting more excited. Casually, I 
started to stroke her back, gently running my fingers along her spine until I 
reached the base of her nightshirt. She likes this sort of attention, and was 
obviously getting rather turned on with what she was looking at. Her nipples 
started to protrude sharply from her top, straining at the material in a definate 
sign of arousal. She often made comments to various pictures or bits of 
video, saying how she couldn't believe it was true. One thing she did mention 
which stuck was the fact that none of the women looked like they were not 
enjoying it. It was when we got to the actual copulation section that she really 
started to get edgy. I whispered in her ear how good that dog cock would look 
going into her wet sloppy hole. She moaned loudly, grabbed my arm and asked me 
to get the dog dildo for her. I quickly got it from it's hiding place, and gave 
it to her to play with. She knew how I loved to watch her pleasure herself, and 

I was very excited with the turn of events. Web browsing to a beastiality site 
while pleasuring herself with a dog shaped dildo was certainly a turn up for the 
books. I was in dirty porn heaven! As she was getting more and more into it, she 
asked me to tell her what I wanted the dog to do to her. I started with things 
such as watching it lick her pussy and arse, getting her to fondle his cock for 
me and such things. As I was saying these things, she had inserted the dildo 
into her wet snatch, the outer lips wrapping themselves tightly around the 
curious canine shaped shaft. An audible growl escaped her lips, one of sheer 
pleasure, mixed with a hint of something more. I grew bold, saying suddenly to 
her..."wouldn't you prefer to have the real thing?". She stopped, dildo half way 
up her snatch, and looked me straight in the eyes. Her expression was serious, 
firm, yet pleading. "Is this what you really want?" she whispered. "Yessss" I 
answered back. Oh so very much yes. I could hear the suction noise as she 
withdrew the substitute dog cock from her cunt. The audible "plop" as her pussy 
lips reluctently released their hold on the pleasure pole. "Ok then" she started 
to say, "lets go and make your wife into a dog slut" she whispered.

As we left the bedroom I let my wife take the lead, watching her slowly walk 
infront of me. The gentle sway of her hips as she scooted across the cold tiles, 
the slight curl in her blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders, the teasingly 
seductive swell of her arse cheeks straining against her little pyjama panties. 
I tried not to imagine what lay ahead. Was she truly going to go all the way? Is 
this what I really wanted? God, the thoughts racing through my mind were 
starting to make me shiver. I felt the throbbing of my engorged penis, straining 
against my undies. It was all the answer I needed....... "How is this going to 
work?" she asked me, "I mean, do we bring the dog in here?" "I guess that is the 
safest option. Wait here while I go and fetch him" I replied Grabbing the keys 
from the kitchen table, I tried to walk with a calm slow gait, not wanting to 
seem over eager. Also, I didn't want to work myself up any more than I already 
was and have the dog perhaps get agitated sensing my energy. I walked in the 
dark over to my neighbours house, gently whispering the dogs name so as not to 
startle him into a barking frenzy and wake the neighbourhood. He was sitting on 
his hind legs, his tail swishing back and forth on the tiles when I opened the 
door, his tounge lazily hanging from between his canines in what I could only 
discern as a smile. I thought that soon he would have a better use for his 
tounge. 

I startled my wife upon my return with the neighbours dog. I think she had 
been in a world of her own, probably thinking about backing out more than 
likely. The dog knew he was not allowed into our house, so I had to pull a 
little tighter on his leash to get him to enter. He started to race ahead when 
he saw my wife. It is the way of things when an animal sees the person that 
feeds it, a natural bond grows between them. I let him off his leash and he 
raced to where she was sitting on the couch, sniffing her legs and jumping up 
onto the cushions in a gesture of excitedness. I watched her start to rub his 
head, scratching behind the ears as she always has done, and lean over to rub 
her nose on his. Something a month ago I would have not even noticed suddenly 
sent sparks of jelousy through my mind. I didn't say anything, just stood 
watching from a distance as my wife tried to calm the animal down with quiet 
whispers. She looked up at me suddenly, with a questioned look in her eyes. I 
looked back and just nodded my head. She took this as my final submission to my 
own perverted fantasy and turned her attention back to the dog. "Would you like 
taste mommies pussy again like you did the other day?" I heard her whisper, 
almost inaudible, but it carried enough for me to hear. "Perhaps, if your a 
naughty doggie, mommy might just let you have your way with her" she again 
whispered. 

The dog jumped off the couch, moving rapidly around the coffee table in a 
playful walk, checking out all the oddities around him, sniffing the magazine pile 
under the table, another wiff of a pair of shoes before darting back to my wife. I 
watched the dog and never noticed that my wife had stood up and started removing 
her pyjama pants. So this was going to happen I thought! It was actually going to 
happen! She removed them, stepping away from them when I said to her "take 
your top off as well, I want him to see everything". She looked over at me, and 
with no expression on her face, removed her top as well revealing her firm full 
breasts. I watched as she discarded the cotton top next to her panties and started 
to run her hands along the sides of her breasts down until they reached the top of 
her thighs. "f*** I'm horny" she suddenly said. I took this as a good sign... She 
called the dog over to her, again rubbing her hands through the thick fur of his 
neck and back. With one hand she reached down and rubbed in a circular 
motion around her pussy, then put it to his nose. I could see light reflect off her 
fingers, a sure sign of her arousal. The dog suddenly went quite still, intent on 
sniffing her fingers and then starting to lick at them. I took this as another good sign.

Without hesitation she fell back into the couch with her legs firmly closed and looked 
straight at me. "Last chance oh husband of mine" she said, "before I let this beast 
have his wicked way with me. Once I start, it will finish on my terms....ok?" she said. 
"And no getting all wierd on me, remember darling, this is your idea, never mine" 
she continued. I just nodded, my tounge glued dry to the top of my mouth. I was 
about to cum just at hearing those words. She turned away and started to spread 
her legs, slowly at first, but then quicker as the neighbours dog started to move 
between them. He darted straight for her pussy, snout buried into her hairy 
mound and the audible sound of his tounge rasping her womanhood. I watched 
intently as he started to get more agile around her lips, turning his furry head 
sideways to get better access to the fluid between them. I looked at my wife, 
who was looking directly at me, smiling. Not the smile of one who has just heard 
a good joke, or the happy smile of recieving a gift, but rather the smile of 
someone who is starting down the road of perverted lust. She smiled at me, 
gently rubbing her left hand along the dogs head, gently trying to push his 
snout further into her snatch, while her right hand had moved to her breast, 
tweaking and pinching her engorged nipple. "Is this what you wanted to see 
honey?" she asked "To see your wife get all wet and horny by having a dog lick 
her cunt?". I nodded again, unable to speak, mesmerized by the scene before me. 

My wife, leaning back on the couch, legs spread with our neighbours dog between 
her thighs licking her snatch while she was playing with her nipple. I started 
to take my straining cock out of my jocks when she stopped me. "Oh no hon, this 
is just between him and me. Watching only and no jerking off. I don't want you 
distracted in case he gets out of control" she said. Bloody hell I thought! 
"You've got to be joking!" I replied. "Either that or I stop now.....remember 
our deal" was her reply. Damn, beaten by my own lust. There was nothing for it 
but to stand there like a third left shoe and continue to watch the proceedings. 
My wife started to move her hips in time with her gently pushing the dogs head 
into her pussy. She was slowly fucking his tounge. God this was insane! She 
looked back at me and told me how good it felt, how far into her pussy his 
tounge was going. I could tell by the way she was breathing, how erect her 
nipples were and the perspiration starting to show on her body that she was 
loving it. "Ohh, his tounge keeps flicking my clit. It feels like he is trying 
to eat me" she moaned. Her movements were getting stronger, more jagged and 
rougher. The dog did not let up, just continued with his attention on her 
snatch. "f*** me, this is good" she wailed. "Do you like watching your wife 
surrender her cunt to this animal?" she asked "because if you don't its too 
fucking late............" Her orgasm hit her like a slap in the face. She bucked 
her hips up violently, startling the dog who cautiously took a few steps back. 

My wife quickly lent forward and grabbed his collar dragging him to her gaping 
wet pussy, which from where I stood was red and slightly swollen from his 
rasping tounge. He went straight back to licking her pussy while she continued 
in the throws of her orgasm, more powerful than the other one I had witnessed 
days earlier. Both hands were now violently pulling at her blood engorged 
nipples, pulling them to an obscene length that caused her heavy breasts to pull 
away from her body, then slap back down as she released them. Her legs were now 
wide open, knees behind her elbows to allow the dog full rein of her pulsating 
sex. The scene looked like something out of the dirtiest porn video, and I 
couldn't help but grab my aching cock and start to pound my meat. It didn't take 
me long to start shooting my excessivly large load all over the tiles, my hands 
slick with my semen. I groaned as I watched my wife grab her knees to even 
further open herself up to the canine. She was rasping, sobbing in her ecstasy, 
tears forming in her eyes as testiment to the power of her orgasm. Her body was 
shaking violently now, back and forth her arse was bucking off the couch, like 
she was subconsciously trying to f*** an invisibly obscene sized cock. The dog 
could not keep pace with her emotions, and I think she had become to sensitive 
for him to continue anyway, as he slipped from between her legs and paced around 
the table again. 

After a while, she settled down somewhat, gulping in large amounts of air like 
some marathon runner at the end of his race. Her head was weakly resting in 
the cushions of our couch, looking at the ceiling, while her legs, together now 
but hanging over the couch with her feet resting on the floor. She said without 
looking at me, "I want your cock inside me, I really need to be f***** right now 
hon, badly". I could only sigh in embarassment as she turned her head to look 
at me. My right hand still clutching my now undersized penis, cum leaking from 
betwen my fingers dripping onto the floor to be added to the pool of my mother 
load, my left hand against the wall giving me support. "Oh jesus hon, I told you not 
to jerk off" she moaned. "I really need a cock badly, your so selfish sometimes". 
She followed my gaze to the neighbours dog, who was lying on the floor, gently 
licking his sheath. "Your not serious?" she said hesitantly I just looked back at 
her and nodded.

Silently we looked at each other, the thread of understanding between us 
strained. Her eyes were unsure, hesitant, pleading almost as if waiting for me 
to release her from this burden and tell her it was fine to walk away, not to 
continue. We didn't say a thing for the longest time, just looking at each 
other. I was debating in my mind whether to pursue the issue, the ramifications 
of failure, of success. I was sure she was thinking a lot of the same, but from 
more of an emotional level.....would I still love her? Would I respect her? How 
would she feel about herself afterwards? At least that was what my male ego was 
telling me she might be thinking, but looking into her eyes, there was no real 
way to guess her thoughts. Here was my wife, naked, her chest rising with her 
steady breathing, golden locks slightly damp from the sweat of her release, the 
hardened rose coloured nipples abused from her attention to them, the glistening 
evidence of her lust displayed along the inside of her thighs, the matted hair 
of her pubes, the swollen lips of her womanhood......the beast in my pants was 
starting to take over my thought pattern again!

After the longest time, I broke my trance with her and glanced over to the 
neighbour's dog. Was I happy for it to be him......for him to take possession of 
my wife of so many years, to be her first lover other than me after the consummation 
of our marriage so long ago? He looked a fine beast, his fur shiny, glistening in the 
subdued light of our living room. Strong muscles rippling underneath all that hair 
displaying to the world the latent power within. He was casually licking his sheath, 
a tiny red point protruding when his tongue flicked away. He suddenly stopped, 
looked at us both with his jaw slightly ajar. He rolled over playfully, legs splayed in 
the air, rubbing his back against the carpet....like a prize athlete stretching before 
his game. Again he locked eyes with me, telling me it was alright, that he would look 
after her, take her to new levels that we could both enjoy. Trust me was what was in 
his eyes...trust me.

I looked back at my wife. She was looking at the dog, watching it intently. Was 
she seeing the same trust in his eyes as I had? Her right hand moved towards her 
pussy, her index and middle finger gently pulling at the canine saliva soaked 
hairs of her sex. She looked back at me, a more resolute look on her face, like 
she had made a decision. "You want this dog to f*** me?" she asked I paused, 
hesitated and finally answered......"yes" "You understand there is no going back, 
never. Whatever happens you will have to live with it for the rest of your life, 
for better or for worse. Are you sure you want to risk everything for a moments 
pleasure?" she continued "It's not just my pleasure we are talking about is it?" 
I retorted "Don't get smart on me now hon, you know exactly what I mean, so 
don't make my decision to tell you to go f*** yourself any easier.....answer the 
question" she said I knew this ploy, she was accruing some emotional ammunition 
in case it did go all pair shaped. She did a similar thing when I went out and 
bought a new car a few months ago. "Yes I am. I have the strongest feeling that 
it is just not me alone that wants this to happen. Truthfully now, if you were 
going to do anything purely for me alone, we both know you wouldn't. You have to 
have some sort of feeling towards this otherwise it wouldn't have gone this far" 

I replied "You are right in a way" she started to say, "At first when you 
brought this newest of your kinks to me, I always thought that it would just be 
a passing thing, you know, humour him a little, play along with it and you will 
soon get bored with it like you mostly do. But this is different, I can feel it 
as well. I......it's just so hard to admit it......I think I want to try it as well, 
just to see what it is like, but I am deathly afraid of trying, of what lies on 
the other side, of what you will think of me afterwards, how everything will 
change". "I will still and always love you" I reassured "I know that hon, but 
how will you take it? Have you really thought about it? You've seen my orgasm, 
and how hard I cum recently when we involve this fantasy into our lovemaking. 
How will you be able to emotionally cope watching me get f***** hard by that dog 
over there, watching me cum harder than I have ever for you, watching him make 
me his..........bitch?" she whispered She drew that last word out for impact, and boy 
did it hit home. Making my wife into the dogs bitch. Wasn't what all this was 
about? Wasn't that my original plan? To transform my wife into a dog slut? 

But her words were playing on my mind, really digging deep into my thoughts. Oh 
how the reality can divert from the fantasy, yet still be the same. My wife was 
looking at me intently, studying my unease and waiting patiently for my inner 
demons to fight their battle....guilt, conscience and lust. Who was going to win? 
She was still casually playing with her sweaty pubic hairs, her magnificent 
breasts rising with every breath she took when the dog raised itself from his 
lethargy and strolled over to my wife. He parked himself next to her legs, close 
enough for her to reach out with her left hand and gently scratch him behind the 
ears. He almost immediately started to lick her fingers, lick her own lust from 
her finger tips. He stopped, and looked at me, gazing intently into my eyes. 
Both of them were just starring at me like they were waiting for an answer. And 
there it was again, the look in the dogs eyes...trust me... "I...I want this to 
happen" I whispered After the longest pause, my wife finally answered, "So do I".

She looked painfully into in my eyes, looking for some sign that I loved and 
respected her. I could tell what she was wanting. After all our years together, 
all the tough times, it was our constant understanding of each others needs that 
was the adhesive in our relationship. I made a move towards the dog, suddenly 
not knowing how to continue. My wife could see my hesitation and supplied my 
discomfort with a giggle. "Didn't plan this far ahead did we now?" she smirked 
at me I felt suddenly foolish, my demeanour plummeting at the sudden realisation 
that she was right. Up until seconds ago, I was in control, or fairly in control 
of my own fantasy. Yes, there had been deviations, but on the whole, it was 
working out just fine.....until now. How would I go about the actual copulation? I 
knew it could never take on the form of one of those cheap mpegs I had viewed so 
many times on Beastforum. This had to be handled much better, or this was going 
to be the first and last time I would ever have the chance at this. I wanted it 
to be fantastic, and I knew my wife expected me as the architect of this whole 
sware to come up with the goods. Still, my mind registered a blank. "I tell you 
what hon, why don't you give him a wash. He is rather wiffy, and there is no way 

I am going to do anything with him smelling like that" she said interrupting my 
thoughts. "Oh, and I suppose you had better give his...... you know what, a real 
good going over. I know they are supposed to be clean and all down there, but it 
would help me knowing it actually was" I was surprised by her sudden candid 
approach to it all. Even now, at this heightened stage of arousal, her feminine 
hormones kicked fully in. I couldn't believe that she asking me to perform the 
canine version of brushing his teeth before sex! Women, they never cease to 
absolutely infuriate me...... "Don't you want to help me? I almost pleaded "No hon, 
I want to get ready for him" she answered as she started to get up and move. 
"What do you mean....get ready for him? I queried. My simple male mind could not 
comprehend without some sort of outside visual stimulation that she was turning 
this into something much more than a quick romp. What did she need to do? Geez, 
just get on your hands and knees and let him mount you I thought....my balls were 
busting! "You'll just have to wait and see" she said. "Oh, and don't rush, I'm 
going to be at least an hour, so you will have plenty of time to give him a blow 
dry. I don't want a wet dog for my first time" she laughed as she said this, my 
expression must have been truly divine. She walked naked to the kitchen fridge, 
dragged a bottle of one of our more expensive bubblies out, a Veuve Clicquot by 
the look of it, took a single long stemmed champagne glass out of the cupboard 
and with a mischievous grin on her face went into our bedroom. I could hear the 
click of the lock being turned. It felt so final.....

Well, if that didn't just take the whole bloody cake! It was my fantasy from 
what I last could recall, and now, like some bloody shifty lawyer, she had 
pulled it out from under my feet and made it her own. There was nothing for it 
but to do as she had asked, and to be honest, he did smell rather pungent. I 
took the dog into our guest bathroom. He seemed to know what was going to 
happen, and didn't at all fight me as I had worried he might. Perhaps he knew 
the prize for his watery ordeal? At least it gave me time with him to go over 
some finer points on how to stimulate my wife. I wanted to give him every chance 
at doing it right the first time. With his size, he didn't need lifting into the 
bathtub, just a gently "giddy up" and he was in. I reached for the shampoo, not 
knowing and at the moment honestly not caring if it was good for him or not. I 
felt like one of those metro male hairdressers getting some guy ready for his 
big date. I didn't like the way I was feeling at all. Turning on the water, I noticed 
the pressure was down somewhat. This was always the case when someone 
else was showering or filling the tub in our ensuite. So my wife was also having 
a bath! 

Well, when was the last time she did that for me before sex? I could feel the pang 
of jealousy starting to creep its ugly way through my mind. Making sure the water 
was warm, I poured some shampoo onto the dogs back. He just quietly stood still, 
looking straight ahead. At least he was co-operative in this somewhat humiliating 
process. I was starting to think the trust I could see in his eyes earlier was actually 
more like "you sucker"...... Somewhat begrudgingly I started to lather him up. 
First along his back, getting him nice and soapy. Up to his ears, careful to not get 
any into them or his eyes and then along his legs and tail. His stomach came last, 
and then his equipment. Man, this was becoming degrading. Funny how this little 
image never made it into those many hours of masturbation. After washing my 
hands clean of soap I rubbed his balls thoroughly, knowing full well that my attention 
was going to get him aroused. I mean, just think of it for a moment, here you are, 
getting your cock and balls washed by the guy whose wife you are about to royally 
f***. I don't know about anybody else, but it would give me the biggest fucking hard 
on in my life if it was me! He started to twitch which brought me back from my self pity. 

I could feel his sheath start to stretch within my grasp, the inevitable protrusion of 
his slick cock head starting to make its way forward. I was slightly amazed at 
how quickly he became hard in my hands, and also somewhat envious of his size. 
The thought came to me of my wife. Was she going to be able to take all of this 
meat? I wonder if she had thought about it? Was she thinking about it now as she 
marinated in a wondrous bubble bath, slowly sipping a cold glass of Veuve? Oh, I 
had no doubt she had at some stage made comparisons between his potential size 
and the dog cocks we had both been looking at on the Beastforum website. The dog 
suddenly started to make small forward motions with his hips. My god, he was 
starting to hump my hand. I was unconsciously jerking the beast off while busy 
with my own thoughts. Immediately I removed my hand from his shaft, and with 
some perversion, took the opportunity to have a quick peek at it. Bloody hell, 
it was huge, and the knot had not even made it out yet. I started to have real 
misgivings about my wife being able to successfully manoeuvre her first canine 
cock. But those were dispelled almost instantly by the vision of that same cock 
grotesquely stretching my wife's pussy. "Enjoy the champagne honey", I smiled to 
myself somewhat wickedly.

In another half hour I had him towelled, dried and looking show material, 
whatever that was. He smelt like a dog still, and I was about to spray him with 
some of my aftershave to make him more appealing to my wife when I stopped. The 
whole point was that he was a dog, and not as substitute me. I got him to follow 
me to our bedroom door where he sat on his butt next to me. We both looked at 
each other, him sitting expectantly at the door to my sanctity, me standing next 
to him, reaching out to open the door. What a comical pair the two of us made. 
It was enough to make me chuckle and loose all my bad thoughts from the last 
half hour. "Well boy, I guess this is it" I said to him. He just looked up at me, 
cocked his head slightly as if to say, "are you going to open this thing or just 
stand there looking at it stupid all day?" I know when to take a hint. Reaching 
out to turn the door handle, I noticed it was still locked. I knocked on the door. 
I could hear my wife moving around inside the room, closing a wardrobe door. 
"Wait a minute hon, I'm still not ready yet. I did say an hour" she chided me through 
the closed door. "Well, what am I supposed to do?" I replied "Your both males, 
whey don't you kill some time together in front of the telly. You could even be a 
nice guy and let him choose the channel. I'm sure he would love that Animal 
Planet channel we watched the other day". I could hear amusement in her voice. 
I could see the funny side in it as well. "Well boy, what do you say to some 
fornication on the Discovery Channel?" I asked the dog. 

He just raised his head up at me again with that look of "I don't care what we 
do, as long as it doesn't involve standing in front of a closed door all bloody 
night". I laughed and made our way to the lounge. We both sat there like we were 
waiting at a vet appointment. Minutes passed, and my mind was racing Schumacher 
style. What was my wife doing in there so long? A bath would not have taken her 
an hour. My curiosity was starting to really get the better of me and I was 
about to creep outside to have a peek in the bedroom window when I heard her 
call out. "I'm ready hon" she called, "for the both of you". I got up and made 
my way to our bedroom door. The neighbour's dog was lying on the floor, 
cautiously watching my moves. "Come on boy, its time" I encouraged him. He 
bounded up, his muscular legs easily raising him to a standing position and 
seductively meandered to where I was standing. I patted him on the head, almost 
lovingly before reaching out to turn the handle of my bedroom door. Turning it 
slowly until it could turn no more, I gently pushed open the obstacle of my 
fetish. I paused ever so slightly, knowing that what lay beyond was a new life, 
a complete different set of rules. I felt suddenly sick and faint, glad I was still 
holding onto the door handle for support. My sudden weakness made me lean 
forward pushing the door open. As the door opened slightly, the neighbour's dog 
pressed forward and made his way inside. He was defiantly more ready for this 
than I was, and not wanting to be outdone by a canine I full flung the door open 
wide regaining my composure. Inside it was dimly lit, the immediate smell of 
burning candles hit my nostrils. 

As my eyes adjusted, I peered inside looking at my marital bed half expecting to 
see my wife lying naked on it. Instead I saw my wife, but not as I had seen her 
for a long while. She was sitting on the bed, rubbing the head of her new friend 
whispering indiscernible things to him. I was dumbfounded, my feet suddenly 
become lead. It took me a moment to take it all in. My wife gestured for me to 
come inside. She was dressed in a fantastic outfit, a lovely dress with a halter 
top flowing down finishing just above the knees she had only worn a couple of 
times to special occasions. It made her breasts very pronounced and she has 
stopped wearing it because of that. I knew immediately that underneath the silky 
material would be a wondrous matching bra and panties, black, with a garter and 
stockings to match. As I moved closer, I was rewarded by sighting those black 
stockings flowing down the length of her slender legs finishing in the confines of a 
high set pair of stilettos. Her hair was done wonderfully, she had obviously straightened 
it and I watched mesmerised as it flowed like a river down her slender neck to drop 
further down her back like some waterfall made of gold. Her face was beautiful. She 
was never one for needing makeup, hardly owning any lipstick. But tonight she had 
applied herself, the thick red violently splashed on her pouting lips, the eyeliner thicker 
than I had previously seen it, the rouge applied just that little bit heavier. 

She looked wonderful, no, sexy was the more accurate description. She looked a 
little bit tarty, but in a high class way. She played the role magnificently and 
knew what I was thinking. "If I am to become a dog slut.......I may as well look 
like one" she said, looking straight into my eyes. "You look fantastic" was all 
I could get out. "Do you think so?" she said as she stood up and did a slow 
twirl in front of me. Her dress flowed up enough for me to see she was wearing 
a garter. "Oh yes" I confirmed. "I feel a little tipsy, sorry, I had forgotten how 
much that expensive stuff goes straight to my head. I feel so very dirty as 
well, so I wanted to dress how I felt. Do you understand?" she said. "Yes I do, 
I feel like that as well. I feel it is so nasty, but so good. I need to see how 
this ends" I replied. "Well, before it ends, it has to start" she giggled. "Yes 
it does" I said, looking down at our neighbours dog. She followed my gaze, her 
eyes appreciating the muscular form standing in between us, panting softly, 
waiting patiently. My wife lifted her head and said to me, "I want this to 
happen". I nodded my head. "I want to become his bitch, his dog slut."

We both stood with the neighbour's dog between us for what seemed like an 
eternity. Both of us knew roughly where we were headed, but neither of us knew 
how to get there. The dog patiently stood between us, and then it was as if he 
took control. Without realising it he broke the spell we found ourselves in. He 
moved to me, sniffing my hand that was dangling limply at my side. He pushed his 
snout into it, forcing me to put pressure on his wet nose. I stroked gently up 
past his eyes pushing his ears flat and watched as they bounced upright again. 
His tongue was casually hanging from his slightly open mouth, the pinkness 
contrasting with his off white coloured teeth, his head now raised up looking up 
at me. It was as if he was asking permission. Permission to seduce my wife..... I 
knelt down, whispering into his ear while looking at the woman of my desires, 
the centre of my most depraved fantasy. She was still standing, watching us both 
intently. Her eyes sparkled, but the slight frown gave away her nervousness. 

"Take her" I whispered into the dog's ear. "Go..... go to her" I said as I 
indicated waving my arm towards the direction of my wife. I could hear a sharp 
intake of breath from the other side of the room as he started to meander 
towards her, his powerful muscles rippling taught underneath his slick black 
fur. I stood from my kneeling position and focused fully on what was about to 
transpire. My heart stopped beating, the air in my lungs became stagnant as I 
watched her reach out first one hand and then the other to stroke his head. She 
knelt down in front of the dog, both hands stroking along the side of his face, 
scratching gently once they reached the back of his ears. My eyes were drilling 
holes through them both so intent was my stare. I didn't want to miss any small 
detail. The sudden pressure I felt from between my legs acknowledgment of the 
sexual intensity engulfing the room. My wife had progressed her stroking now 
along the dogs back. She still had one hand rubbing underneath his chin, while 
the other started to wander into uncharted territory. She started to whisper to 
him, I didn't know what, but finished whatever she said with a kiss to snout. He 
responded by giving her a big lick with his tongue. Normally, a wet dog tongue 
on my wife's face would have sent her into a scolding torrent, but now she 
welcomed it. I watched as she let the dog lick her face, his tongue negotiating 
the curves of her nose, the contours of her lips. She closed her eyes tilting 
her head back slightly, seemingly enjoying the attention of the beast while her 
golden locks strained to reach the floor. I watched as she pulled away and 
rubbed her head against his, again whispering to him. What was she saying? This 
minute detail was beginning to drive me insane. I wanted to move closer so I 
could hear, but by doing so, my presence might dispel the magic that was 
brewing. 

I opted to remain as still as a stone. It was then I noticed that her right hand, the 
one stroking his back had moved to his stomach. My view was slightly obscured, 
so I ventured to move to a better position. I slowly walked closer, and sat on the 
bedroom chair which gave me a perfect side on view to the bed and the dog. My 
wife looked up at me and upon my sitting down smiled warmly at me. She had a 
dreamy look in her eyes, like she was floating on clouds. It was then that I looked 
to where her hand had moved to..... "Oh my...." I whispered as I leant forward in 
the chair to get a better view. Her hand was lovingly stroking the dog's balls, gently 
squeezing them in her delicate fingers, her white hands contrasting with his black 
fur. I watched as she moved her hand forward to his sheath, placing her four fingers 
on one side with her thumb on the other and started to rub it back and forth slowly. 
Almost immediately she was rewarded with a swelling of his member. I sat transfixed 
as I watched his cock start to emerge from his sheath, start to swell and grow in her 
hands...my wife's hands. For the second time in one night I was both impressed and 
envious of the size of his cock. My wife must have also noticed how large his penis 
was growing with the attention of her lovely hands. "My god, he is huge hon" she 
gasped "I know....I had to wash him, remember?" I replied I could see the look of 
hesitation in her eyes, a mixture of shock and lust. I was not sure I liked the 
way she was staring at his cock. "It's.......beautiful, isn't it?" she asked me What 
could I say? A cock is a cock to a guy, but I knew how to play this game. "It 
looks good wrapped in your hand" I whispered "I bet your thinking what it is 
going to look like pushing between the lips of my cunt" she said. I was shocked. 

My wife never, and I mean never used the "c" word. Not in our most lustful state 
of sexual arousal had I ever managed to get her to say it and here she was using 
it in context with a dogs cock. I was aroused and also intrigued by how this was 
transpiring. "Yes, I was thinking something along that line" I replied "God, I'm 
soooo fucking hot, this is so wild" she drawled. "All those nasty things those 
women do with them, I never understood how they could...are you sure you washed 
him good?" she asked "Yes, I made sure" I said Then she did something that king 
hit me. My wife bent the dogs cock slightly towards her, and then placed her 
mouth over the end. Now, under normal circumstances, this would be pretty wild 
at the best of times, enough to make me blow without even touching myself, but 
you need to understand......my wife never gave blow jobs. She just wasn't into them, 
period. Oh, I got the occasional suck once a year when she was drunk, but that 
was more out of pity to me. I was completely taken aback watching her start to 
lick his shaft. Why do something to an animal that she wasn't prepared to do to 
me? I instantly felt a jealous pang in the guts of my stomach, but it was soon 
overrun with my selfish lust. I couldn't believe my wife was sucking on a dogs 
cock like some cheap slut! But wasn't this what I had dreamed of? Wasn't this 
the exact thing that had fuelled countless hours of skin tearing masturbation 
sessions? Now that it was actually happening, my emotions were running rampant 
in my body taking opposing sides. But one thing was for sure, however I felt, I 
was not about to stop anything. "Do you like watching me suck him off?" she said 
having stopped momentarily looking at me intently with a smirk on her face. 

"I....I'm not sure" I answered truthfully "Why....because I don't do it for you? She 
chided I remembered why I married this woman, her intelligence being one of her 
better traits "Remember, I'm your wife......and wives don't do that sort of thing, 
but with him it's different.....I'm his slut" she said with an evil grin on her 
face. Before I could reply, she had returned her attention to the slab of meat 
in front of her. The dog had started to spray spurts of some clear liquid from 
the end of his cock. I was sure this would put a finish to her administrations, 
but to my chagrin and complete sexual perversion she aimed his cock at her open 
mouth making sure I could see him squirt into it and then finishing the 
debauchery by placing her red lips over the end of his swollen piss hole and 
sucking hard on it. The squelching sound of her mouth taking in all his pre cum 
was something to behold. Her hair had been hit and a thick wet curl hung down 
into her face. I could see some moisture start to seep from between those 
seductive lips, dribbling down the side of her chin and dripping onto the floor. 
I was in heaven and hell at the same time. The dog started to hump her mouth. 

This was something she hadn't anticipated and she removed her mouth from his 
cock head. She turned to me opening her mouth to show me the contents of his pre 
cum swirling between her tongue. I watched in disbelief as she swallowed it and 
smiled at me. "If that's what his pre cum tastes like, I can't wait to taste his 
seed" she grinned at me while licking the length of his now very swollen shaft. 
I could see his knot still trapped in his sheath, covered by fur trying to push 
its way out towards freedom. My wife noticed it as well and started to run her 
tongue along the edge trying to push it underneath the fur to reach the perversely 
sized growth inside. This was wild, I mean really wild and beyond now anything I 
had ever imagined. My stagnant mind had envisaged fornication, but based on 
what I had seen on websites. The reality of seeing my wife make actual love, and 
let's make no mistake for that is what she is doing, to a dog cock was just out of 
this world. I was speechless, my mouth devoid of any moisture stopping me from 
either congratulating or berating her. I was now just a passenger along for the ride.

She started to lick feverishly along his shaft, moaning between slurps, 
occasionally taking as much of his dog cock into her mouth as she could. His 
discharge was now more prominent, more frequent, wetting her face as he sprayed 
more liberally. It was running down her neck in a small torrent, disappearing 
between the valley of her large heaving breasts only to reappear as a growing 
wet patch along the front of her dress. Without warning, she stopped, mostly 
because of how unpredictable he was starting to hump at her face. He had started 
to turn towards her, trying to climb on her head and start his instinctual ritual of 
fornication. My wife whispered to him again, still too quiet for me to hear, and 
stroked his head to calm him down. She raised herself into a standing position, 
with the dog making hectic turns around her and patted the bed. "Up boy.....up!" 
she encouraged He jumped up onto the bed, our marital bed. The sanctity where 
only a husband and wife enjoy the pleasure of each others bodies. I was soon to 
loose this sanctity......to a dog. The feeling of being sick washed over me a few 
times, unnoticed by my wife who was intent only on her new lover. 

He was pacing on the bed then dropped down onto all fours watching my wife with 
those canine eyes of concentration. I was oblivious to both of them. My wife 
started to remove her dress, reaching behind to undo the zip. She posed for the 
dog, facing him with her back to me. I was unsure how I felt about this, but happy 
was maybe not the word that popped to mind first. I watched as she lowered 
her zipper fully down, then raising her arms to pull the halter neck over her head, 
her body coming into view slowly as she lowered her dress to fall into a pool of 
silk at her stilettoed feet. I followed the path from her stocking clad ankles all the 
way to her upper legs, gazing with lust upon the black frilly suspenders that 
encapsulated her bare arse. It was then that I noticed she was not wearing any 
panties at all. She dressed prepared...My wife started to reach behind her 
to undo her bra, then stopped and said "Hon, would you be so nice as to do it" 
Like a zombie I got up and started to unclip her bra, feeling the tension in the 
material as her heavy breasts were starting to be released from their confines. 
I slid the black straps from over both shoulders, feeling her arms move forward to 
allow it to fall forward and off. With her breasts free at last, she raised her arms 
above her head and pushed her chest out.....finishing by cupping each fleshy 
glove in her hands and leaning forward in a mock offering to her new lover. I could
guess without seeing she was squeezing her nipples for him. 

"You can sit down again" she said I had been dismissed...well, this wasn't 
going too fucking well I can tell you now. I'm not one of those guys that enjoys 
being manipulated, but under the circumstances I kept my cool only because of 
the prize ahead........and it was getting nearer with each passing moment. I 
returned to my voyeurism, taking the opportunity to move the chair to a closer 
and better position. My wife started to get onto the bed, placing a few of our 
pillows and cushions together to create a platform for her head and back to sit 
upright on. I followed her every movement as did the neighbour's dog, both of us 
now under the harpies spell. She lay back into her new cushioned seat, started 
to spread her legs and with one hand patted her mound sharply. "Time to give 
mommy some more attention boy" she said as she fondled the hairs of her newly 
trimmed pussy. She had really gone to town, and boy, was I starting to feel like 
a schmuck. The dog raised itself from its prone position and moved over to my 
wife's waiting open pussy. It was already red and swollen from anticipation, 
moisture glistening along the insides of her thighs. I watched in pure 
satisfaction as she smiled at me, running her tongue along the top of her 
smeared red lips and then looking at the beast, his grotesquely swollen cock 
swinging from between his legs. Soon it would be buried where I yearned for it 
to go the most......soon.

I watched with a sedated glare as the dog made its way over my marital bed 
towards my wife. She had spread her legs widely, patting her mound with the flat 
of her hand in time with the beating of my heart. As he sniffed at her sex, I 
couldn't help but feel like I was watching from a distance, a voyeur watching 
two lovers from some secret vantage point. Event though I was only a short 
distance from them both, I may as well have been on another planet. My wife was 
about to give herself to another. The fact that it was of a different species 
was insignificant. It was still a male and he had a cock, a cock that was soon 
to pierce the sinews of our relationship. Guilt was eating away at my insides 
followed by a wave of jealousy washing over my soul. I felt nauseous watching 
the beginnings of an act that would forever change my relationship with my wife. 
Was I strong enough? Was our relationship strong enough? Would I still love her? 
Would she still love me? Damn....why hadn't I thought of all these bloody questions 
before I embarked on this quest! Cruel how lust can blind one from the reality of 
things and turn ones thoughts away from the obvious. Listening to the way my wife 
was egging the dog on, telling him what a good licker he was, how wet she was 
for him only added to my chagrin. 

My head was reeling from the chemical reactions of all the emotions swirling 
in my mind. Still, I watched them... I couldn't help but lean closer towards 
them as I witnessed the dog go from sniffing to then lick greedily at her swollen 
lips. She must really be gushing I thought to myself as I watched the beast devour 
her nectar. Her head was tilted back on the pillow, her sweaty hair splayed out 
like a fan. I could hear her little whimpers broken only by a guttural moan as he 
obviously penetrated deeply into her open sex. Her eyes were closed tightly 
like in some deep concentration, her face twisted in a frown with her pleasure 
visible only through the convulsions of her body. She was biting at her bottom lip, 
trying to stop herself from moaning too loudly but to no avail....the lust that had 
been ignited within her was now too strong, to wild and raw. My wife raised her 
right hand to her breast, violently grabbing at her nipple, tugging it harshly until I 
could see it swell engorged with the blood of her veins rushing madly to it. Her 
left hand had moved down to her sex, her fingers clumsily trying to spread her 
outer lips to let the dog have better access to her swollen clit. Raising her 
stocking covered knees back towards herself and spreading her stilettoed legs 
wide apart in the air, she urged her lover on. The neighbour's dog now had 
complete rein over my wife's sex, lapping at will, his tongue rasping and 
dragging at her spread lips. "This is sooo fucking horny" she moaned, "I'm 
running like an open faucet" The dog continued to lick as my wife started to 
push her hips into his snout. Her thrusting was getting stronger, causing the 
dogs head to rock back and forth as he tried to keep his tongue in time with 
her. She was trying to f*** his tongue as she was building up to a major orgasm. 

His cock was dangling freely between his furry legs and was swinging in time 
with her hips, hanging like some slab of meat in a butchers window. I noticed 
how it shrunk and grew again nearly at will, almost disappearing at one point 
only to make a swift return in all its glory. "Isn't it beautiful" she whispered 
staring at the appendage between the dogs legs. We both watched mesmerized as 
the dog freely discharged his pre-cum over the bed sheets. She had a far away 
look in her eyes, like she wasn't there at all. "It's time to make your fantasy 
a reality hon" she continued "get me some of those hiking socks, the thick ones 
in the bottom draw. I don't want to be cut to shreds by his nails" I obediently 
did as she asked, taking the thickest pair of socks out of the draw and 
returning them to her. "You do it, I want to keep my pussy simmering for him" 
she said as she feverishly played with her wet sex. I took a sock and attempted 
to put in on the dogs front legs. Well, he wasn't having any of it. No matter 
how much I tried, it soon turned into a wrestling match between him, the sock 
and me. I could hear my wife laughing as we rolled around the bed and then onto 
the floor. "Not having much luck are you?" she laughed. "I could do with a hand" 

I answered somewhat curtly back. "Ok, no need to snap..." she replied "Sorry 
babe, it's just..." I started "It's just what hon?" she coaxed as she got on the 
floor and stroked the dogs ears to calm him down. "Well, it's just, all said and 
done, I'm not sure anymore I want to got through with this" I said. Her tone 
became serious, short, "listen here, you wanted this, you started all this, and 
now you want to pull out? Just so we get this absolutely clear, if this is what 
you want and we do stop, I shall never, and I mean, never revisit this again. We 
both know that an hour from now you'll be wanting me to do it so we might as 
well do it now. And anyway, I want to do it........it's not just about you anymore. 
I want to feel what it is like to have his cock inside me, fucking me, filling 
me with his seed. You've lit the flame, now you have to see it through" she 
finished Check mate.......I was now the one being royally f*****. I had to laugh to 
myself, she was right, after the shock had worn off, I would go back to scheming 
to get her to do it, and here she was ready, no...wanting to do it. My stiff cock 
betrayed my emotions to her. "You need me to do it as much as I want to do it 
now" she said in a more relaxed tone. "Now let me help you get these on" she 
finished as she grabbed hold of one of the dogs front legs. With her help I 
quickly put the socks on the dog. He looked somewhat comical walking around with 
those green coloured woollens all the way up his legs, contrasting with the 
black of his fur and the purplish red hew of his cock. 

While I was watching the dog turn circles my wife had moved a couple of pillows 
onto the floor. She still had on her garter and the stockings were firmly 
enclosed by her black high heels. She looked erotic, sexy and slutty all in the 
one picture. She placed each knee onto a pillow and rested herself onto her 
elbows, her head inches from another cushion. Her rounded tight arse was 
pointing heavenward and spread in the customary doggy position. I had seen this 
view many times, the wisps of pubic hair hiding the entrance of her sex, her 
heavy breasts swaying underneath her, but tonight, I was only going to be a 
bystander and not a participant. "You ready?" I asked "Are you?" she replied 
with a nervous tone in her voice Seeing my wife splayed out like that, her body 
waiting to receive the administrations of a sexual perversion that weeks ago 
would have been ludicrous to have imagined for anything other than sheer fantasy 
was the closing deal in my inner battle. My perversion had won out. I wanted to 
see her impaled on the end of a swollen dog cock....no, like she said, I needed to 
see it. "Oh yes" I said. I called the dog over to us. He obediently walked 
awkwardly to us, the socks causing him to loose footing. His cock was out of its 
sheath, glistening with the pre cum of his earlier arousal. I grabbed his 
collar, trying to lift him into place. I knew from a multitude of pictures and 
videos how he needed to be placed and was intent on making the act of copulation 
as swift as possible. I didn't want my wife to get frustrated and perhaps stop. 

"Up boy" I encouraged. I let him sniff at my wife's pussy and have a few quick 
licks again. My wife moaned in a frustrated pleasure. With a suggestive pull on 
his collar he jumped up onto my wife forcing her forward causing her large 
breasts to be crushed under the weight of them both. With his front legs 
dangling on each side of her arse cheeks he immediately started to hump away, 
pre cum spraying the legs of my wife. "It feels warm" she moaned I pulled him by 
his collar to get him to move closer to my wife sex. She aided me by wriggling 
her legs further apart to get the height right. "How far away is his cock?" she 
asked in a breathless tone trying to look underneath herself. "Not far babe, 
it's only inches from your opening" I replied I could see that I would have to 
help him out, his wild humping missing the mark by a significant distance. I 
took a deep breath and grabbed hold of his manhood. It felt hot in my hand, wet 
and slimy. His size again made an impact on me. I had no doubt that he would 
stretch my wife to new dimensions. A silly thought suddenly crossed my mind, 
what if she couldn't feel me anymore afterwards? It left as soon as it had 
entered my head. With the base of his cock firmly in my grasp, my fingers 
clenched between his knot and the fur of his sheath I guided him to the object 
of his frantic endeavours. As the large angled head started to make contact with 
my wife's pussy lips, I felt her shudder, a deep moan escaping her lips. "Ohhh 
god, put it in hon, let him f*** me! Let him make me his bitch" I watched 
mesmerized as the canine penis separated the lips of my wife's swollen pussy. 

Once he had a few inches in her he took over. I have never seen such a display 
of wanton sexual frenzy before. His hips were a blur as he savagely thrust into 
my wife. Vicious stabs into the silken folds of her womanhood with no recourse 
as to if it may be hurting her. This animal was intent on fucking, making her 
his bitch, claiming her as his own. His mission was possession. My wife cried 
out sharply with his first deep thrust, her cries getting louder and more painful 
with each savage invasion of her being. She was incoherent, moaning and 
crying at the same time. I watched as she forced herself back onto his cock, 
liquid starting to gush from her gaping cunt. "I can feel him cumming in me...oh 
my god, I can feel him spraying inside of my cunt. I can feel it all the way to 
my stomach" she cried I looked at my wife, her head down in the pillow, sweat 
streaking down her back and neck mixed with the saliva of the dog. His tongue 
was dripping freely on her back, both front legs clamped either side of her. It 
was then I noticed he had slowed his thrusting making them shorter and with more 
intent. "Oh my god.....he's ripping me apart! Get him off me...it fucking hurts" 
she moaned We had both forgotten about the knot. I tried to reach down between 
his legs but to no avail. His knot which had been banging away at the entrance 
of my wife's sex had finally battered its way in. He was knotting with my wife. 

His possession was now complete. My wife orgasmed. She slumped forward, 
her head pushed into the pillow with her arms splayed out in front of her. Her back 
was arched, breasts splayed obscenely either side of her, arse high in the air with 
the dog covering her. He had stopped humping altogether, his face a broad grin, 
tongue dangling out one side of his mouth. Her screams a mixture of grunts and 
cries while her body violently thrashed about. I took the opportunity to change 
my viewing position and moved behind them both, lifting his tail so I had a 
great vantage of his possession of my woman. The knot was fully inside her, 
liquid which I presumed was his cum flowing out of her very red and very swollen 
pussy. It was a magnificent site, one that I would always look back on as the 
most erotic of my life. "Like what you see?" my wife moaned "Oh yes, you should 
see it from where I am...your pussy is completely stretched. It looks like it's 
being used as a fucking hole." I said "Am I his bitch?" she asked "Am I his dog 
slut?" "Yes babe, he has made you his dog slut" I answered truthfully. 

She just moaned again, a second orgasm ripping through her body. I watched 
enviously as the dog took complete ownership of my spouse making her his. 
She reached back and held his hind legs, trying to stop the dog from moving 
away. "Grab him, stop him from moving" she pleaded with me. I put one hand 
on his back and with the other I grabbed his collar to keep him in place. She 
thrust back on him, trying to create a fucking motion with the dog. "You horny bitch, 
I thought it was hurting you?" I said "It still does, but the pleasure is 10 times better.
Oh f*** me" she wailed Three! She was having her third orgasm in as many minutes. I 
had never seen my wife have multiple orgasms and she often said she felt they 
were an urban myth, but here she was now cumming for the third time. I was 
impressed! "That's three orgasms babe" I informed her "No, that's four. I had 
one the moment his cock touched my cunt" she confessed The dog was starting to 
get restless and tried to move off my wife. They were still connected with his 
slab of meat inside her but his twisting proved better than my ability to keep 
him on her. In a moment they were both on the floor facing away from each other, 
his meat still firmly imbedded in her sloppy pussy. I waited with eagerness for 
his release....

I wanted to see how much cum was going to spill out. Sensing my intent, my wife 
said "I feel like my stomach is full of his cum....he just kept spraying into me.....
I could feel everything....it feels so good". The dog started to move but I stopped 
him before he could cause any pain to my wife. I waited and watched patiently, 
like some child waiting on the stairs for Santa to come down the chimney, my 
stare not moving from their point of copulation lest I miss the moment of release. 
I was not disappointed. His cock started to slide from between my wife's lips. It 
slid out quickly with an audible plop followed by a pained moan from my wife. I 
watched in disbelief at the amount of cum that gushed from her gaping hole. It 
was just flowing out freely pooling on the floor. I couldn't help but put my hand to 
her swollen sex and caught some of it. My wife was oblivious to my actions as 
she just stayed there on all fours panting exhaustedly. I so wanted to f*** her, to 
feel my cock mix with the fresh cum of the dog. Undoing my fly and dropping my 
pants to expose my rigid cock I moved to her abused lips. With a short thrust I 
entered her warm pussy not feeling the sides. It felt all slimy and wet, but the 
biggest sensation was the warmth of it all. I knew that it was partly due to the 
fresh deposit of dog cum. 

She moaned again as I entered her, painfully. I didn't care if it caused her 
pain, I needed this, I needed to add my seed to the already overflowing load of 
depravation that lay between my wife's legs. I grabbed her thighs, feeling the 
smoothness of the stockings, now ripped in places by the violent fucking of her 
canine lover. I ripped at them as well, adding to her slut appearance by 
exposing her skin. My thrusts were violent, like I was competing with the 
previous occupant to establish that I was still the alpha male. My wife didn't 
even gasp or cry out, being too spent to feel me fucking her. When I finally 
orgasmed, it caused a blackness in front of my eyes making me nearly pass out. I 
slumped over her limp body, the both of us turning to fall onto the heap of 
cushions on the floor. I was satisfied as I watched my cum mixed with the dogs 
flow from her pussy. I was satisfied...She snuggled up to me, completely spent. 
I wrapped my arm around her, holding her to me and kissing her forehead. 
"Do you love me hon?" she asked intently. I answered truthfully. "Yes babe, I 
love you" "Will you still love me if I tell you I want the dog to f*** me again?" 
she said while looking at the dog cleaning himself at the end of the bed. 
"Especially if want that" I answered "Good" she said, "because I think I 
might enjoy being a dog slut" With those words my fantasy had ended, but the 
reality had only just begun.........

It had been a couple of weeks since the life changing episode that I witnessed 
unfold before my disbelieving eyes. During this time I grappled with emotions 
that had until now hibernated in a long slumber deep in the recesses of my 
sordid mind. More than anything, I felt betrayed that my wife could so readily 
submit to the carnal advances of my lustful fantasy. It was my fantasy, and 
although she was a principal player in the events unfolding meticulously in my 
mind, I never thought that she would go from that somewhat idyllic wife image to 
a wanton slut in reality. Now.....the alpha males reading this would suggest that 
it is a dream come true and how could I maintain an air of discontent? This 
thought pattern can only come from the experience of those who's fantasies have 
never given fruit to any form of reality. Reality is such an uncontrollable 
force. It cannot be manipulated. It has a way of taking your best plans and 
turning them inside out to play to its own ends, smiling wickedly back at you in 
the full knowledge that you have had your deepest desires twisted out of your 
control turning you from game show host to a mere contestant....

I looked lovingly at my wife sitting across from me at the table. In the immediate 
aftermath of her copulation with a dog I was euphoric. Everything that I had 
dreamed about, all those long hours pouring over pictures, reading stories 
trying to visualise my wife as the recipient while feverishly ploughing my shaft 
had come to fruition. Then reality has set in. The guilt.....from both of us. The 
realisation from my part that my wife experienced sensations that I could never 
give her. The fact that our vows had been broken and that my wife had taken 
another lover into her bed, the niggling perception that she wanted to do it 
again. The way in which she enveloped the whole situation so enthusiastically 
towards the end. She was truly a dog slut......

I watched as she took a sip of wine from her glass. The restaurant was not 
overly busy, and we had chosen well our place of retirement. The booth seating 
was comfortable enough, and the meal had been exceptional, although under the 
circumstances left an artificial taste in my mouth. It had been at my wife's 
suggestion that we went out. Over the recent weeks since it had happened, we had 
started to drift apart caught in our own thoughts. Work suddenly seemed to keep 
us both busy and when at home all those chores that had been sitting idle 
occupied us throughout the weekend. I was sure that what I was going through, 
she was also dealing with painfully. Conversation had been reduced to small 
talk, our once strong cornerstone of communication having suddenly been found 
wanting. When she had broached the subject of going out and having a dinner and 
talk I was relieved. It was good that we were finally facing up to the reality 
of the situation. The wine was finally taking its hold on both of us. 

I looked at her, the lush blonde hair falling down around either side of her long 
slender neck. She had made a real effort to acquire my concentration on this 
night, having paid particular attention to her makeup. Eyeliner just thick enough to 
accentuate her large green orbs, the curvature of her nose finishing just above 
her pouting red stained lips, a bead of moisture glistening on the splash of 
colour after the withdrawal of the wine glass. She caught my stare, smiling back 
at me. Her eyes sparkled from within telling me it was alright, that she loved 
me. I wondered what was going through her mind right now looking at her. It had 
never occurred to me to try and understand the events leading up to her final 
actions. The situation was only ever about what I had wanted, needed. I never 
really gave thought to my wife's emotions, or the consequence of my scheming 
little ways. What had possessed her to go from loving wife to dog slut? What 
reasons had she given herself to make it seem alright. I was deep in thought 
feeling very self-conscious about my own selfishness. The silence of her 
presence brought me back from my minds journey. I looked lovingly at my wife.


I looked lovingly at my husband. His stare was intent, like he was trying to 
read my mind as if it was a newspaper on display. I gave him a reassuring 
smile. I wanted him to relax, to feel at ease. I still find it hard to believe what I 
had done. How I had been swept along by emotions completely out of my control. 
Still, if I wanted to find excuses and turn back time to a point where I still had the 
power to stop it all, I don't think I would. The deed had been done, and in typical 
female style I would make the most of it and not dwell on "ifs" and "buts". I had 
done what I had done and there was no ever going back...ever. And anyway, it 
brought me back to the fact that I had enjoyed it, and worst of all, the reason why 
I had instigated this outing. I wanted to do it again... To do it again.....it sounded 
so final reverberating in my mind. To do what again? I kept asking myself this 
question I don't remember how many times a day over the last couple of weeks. 
It was something that was festering in my psyche, continuously niggling at my every 
waking hour stopping me from putting a close on the events. I wanted my lover to 
take me again, make me his. The problem was that my lover was no longer my 
husband. Oh, I still love him, and feel closer to him than ever before, but the 
connection I had found with that animal on that night was....well, to be honest, 
fantastic. I had never felt so close to another living entity as I did when I felt the 
dog cum in me that night. 

It was like I was opening up to him, finally releasing my life's worth of pent up 
emotions through my orgasm. I wanted, no......needed it again. I decided to 
open the proceedings. "You've been distant" I said He didn't answer immediately, 
just kept looking at me. I watched as he took a sip from his wine glass. I knew he 
was stalling.... "It's time we discussed you know what" I continued He looked a 
little sad. My heart felt for him. God I loved this man and didn't want anything to 
come between us. "We've always had such a strong sense of each other hon, 
and it seems to have suddenly stopped. I know what has caused it, I knew it 
would. You men are always talking it up, how nothing will affect you so long as 
your dick is hard. Well, it has and it's time to get it out in the open" I kept at 
him "Your right" he finally answered. "You're absolutely right" he continued. 
"It's just that, well, all said and done I guess I feel intimidated by the whole 
thing" "What do you mean?" I asked. "You wanted this, you started this, and now 
you've got it all, you go all withdrawn on me" "I know it's wrong of me to be 
like this. I guess it is more to do with what is going through my mind. I am 
coming to terms with it all, and it is taking a lot more effort than I ever thought 
it would" he said "That's the problem with you guys, you never think far enough 
ahead" I chided "So tell me, why do you feel intimidated?" "Well, they way you 
reacted, the way you...gave yourself to him.....it was both awesome and 
terrifying at the same time" he started. "I feel a little inadequate, no in fact, I 
feel very inadequate. 

We both know I can't ever replicate that sort of emotion in you and it terrifies me 
that you may come to need him more than me" I laughed. It was the wrong thing 
to do, I know, but men can be so stupid sometimes. No, let me correct that, all 
the time! "What you are saying is that you think I am going to leave you for a dog?" 
I asked "Not to that extent, not physically but emotionally" he said Well, he wasn't 
as silly as I thought. Then again, I hadn't married him for his money and good 
looks alone. "Can I just be honest with you hon? In the current light of things it 
may hurt you to hear, but if this is going to go anywhere our policy of honesty 
has always worked in the past" I said. "The truth is that yes, I felt something 
wonderful that night, something that I had never felt before. I didn't expect it 
and I know you didn't either. It was up to that point all sexual for me nothing more, 
but when he entered me, when he took me, and when he finally cum in me and 
made me his, everything changed" I watched as he squirmed uncomfortably. 
He looked down at his wine glass, twirling it slowly on the table. "Having said that, 
it is completely different to what I feel for you. You are my man, and always will be. 

You are the love of my life and no one will ever take your place. I plan to get 
old and grey with you, and when I get that wrinkled that no other man or dog 
will look sideways at me anymore, I hope you still will. We have a bond for 
life, and you know me, I don't go into binding contracts idly" I continued. I 
reached over the table to take his hand in mine. He returned my gentle squeeze. 
"Sex with you is fantastic, it always has been. I know it hasn't always been for 
you, that is why you branched out with all your five minute fantasies. I humoured 
them for the relationship, but this latest one, well, as you have seen, I have 
grown fond of it as well" I said. I was building up to the crunch line and by his 
body language, he knew it was coming. "In fact, I was hoping we could try it 
again.......together" I whispered. His hand squeezed hard on mine. We looked 
into each others eyes trying to read minds. The silence was deafening. He finally 
spoke after what seemed the longest time. "Why?" was all he said. "Because it 
makes me feel like a woman" I answered truthfully. My answer hit him like a blow 
to his soul. It would any man. The inevitable reply came.... "And I don't?" he said 
"Yes you do, but in different ways. You can never be replaced. 

In fact, if this is going to get any worse then I will bury it so deep in myself 
and never go there again. I don't want anything to ever come between us, 
including this." I answered. "I don't understand" he whispered. "All I know is 
that I don't want to loose you". "You won't hon, ever. Look at it this way.....you 
what finally get what you have always wanted......a sexually free wife. I think they 
call it a slut wife" I said He laughed. "It's funny how things work out" he said 
as he took another sip of his wine. "Don't you want to see me submit to the 
dog?" I teased. I knew the wine would be taking effect and the fact that I was 
rubbing my silk covered toes along his leg. My husband stared into the glass of 
wine, a smile forming on his lips. "Don't you want to see me bent over on all 
fours like a bitch in heat, waiting for him to own me?" I kept on saying His 
smile broadened even though he was trying to contain it. "Look me in the eyes 
and tell me you don't want to see the dog's cock sliding in between my pussy, 
his cum running down my legs?" I said as run my tongue along my lips while 
brushing my toes against his hardening crotch. I knew I had him! He looked me 
straight in the eyes. "Yes, I want to see it" he whispered. "See what?" I said. 
Oh, I was loving this. "See you become his dog slut" he answered. "Well then" I 
said, "you had better get the check hon `cause this little mouse is horny as 
hell" He raised his hand signalling the waiter over. "Would Sir and Madame be 
having any dessert tonight?" the waiter asked politely. "Yes, but not here" my 
husband replied. We looked at each other and both laughed.......

My mood had turned sultry in the ensuing weeks since I had last been able to 
share myself with my four legged lover. I was easily drawn into disagreement and 
often my husband became the outlet for my frustrations. I was at a quandary as 
to the solution to my problem and would often look longingly over the fence as 
the object of my desires was innocently chewing on a bone. How had I come to 
such a point in my life were the thought of sex with an animal was all consuming? 
It was eating me up and there was nothing really I could do about it. The dildo my 
husband had bought me only frustrated me more, teasing me with its shape and 
the obvious intent of its design. Sex with my husband was still wonderful, but oh 
how I wished it was a dog cock that I was sucking on rather than his. Often I would 
partake of a devious fantasy while in the middle of making love to my husband. 
At first I was shocked at how easily I could detach myself from where I was and 
focus in my mind on that wonderful doggy cock doing things to me that nobody 
else ever had. I was definitely hooked! Now, don't get me wrong. I was in love with 
my husband, that would never change, but I was also in love sexually with the 
neighbour's dog as well. To a woman they are two completely different things. 
With my husband I felt complete, with the dog.....I felt....alive. I don't expect 
anybody to understand this other than those that have taken a bite of the apple. 
It's a lot like trying to describe to someone the rush of emotions of jumping out 
of an airplane at 10,000ft with only a parachute on your back. Those that have 
done it just smile and nod at each other like they are privy to a private truth while
 those that haven't try to understand the feelings involved without ever really truly 
understanding.

It was a public holiday but my husband was still required to work which left me 
alone with a whole day to fill. I churned through the housework, never one to 
leave the place in any state of mess, and silently chided my husband for not 
putting in more of an effort around the place. After finishing with my chores I 
made myself some lunch during which I saw the neighbour's dog playing in the 
backyard. I felt that twitch of frustration start to burn in my pussy and rather 
than rub myself raw I thought I would go next door to my neighbours and see what 
she was up to. The thought that I may be able to see my lover closer brightened 
me up and I was somewhat taken aback at how eagerly I scooted from the house. My 
neighbour was home as I expected, and with her was the object of my lust. She 
answered the door and let me in, welcoming my company as much as I needed to be 
with someone as well. When our husbands were away we often spent time together, 
shopping, having lunch or watching movies during the evening so it was no 
surprise to her that I came knocking. 

It was obvious that she was not the only one pleased to see me because no 
sooner than walking in the front door I was nearly bowled over by her dog. Ah, 
the smell of him, the feeling of running my hands along his glistening fur...the 
energy that rippled beneath. I was overjoyed at being this close to him and felt 
myself getting moist between my legs. As I knelt down to give him a cuddle he
must have gotten wind of my arousal because he shot his muzzle straight to the 
sweet spot and started to sniff away causing me to loose my balance and fall flat 
on my arse. My neighbour grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, 
somewhat embarrassed by his behaviour. It became even more so when we both 
noticed him showcasing his wares. I don't know if he was teasing me or if he was 
just showing off, but his manhood was there for all the world to see in its magnificent 
glory. It took my breath away just looking at it and the hairs on my body stood on end 
with the thoughts that rushed through my sordid mind. What had my husband done 
to me! My neighbour was beside herself with embarrassment, chastising her dog 
for his misbehaviour and apologising to me throughout her attempt to get him outside. 

I couldn't help but laugh at her predicament...trying to pull a horny dog by the collar 
while his slab of meat was flapping away beneath him like some winged keel on a 
sleek racing yacht. She could see the funny side as well and we both just laughed 
at the situation. Once he was outside we both settled down and just spent the 
afternoon chatting and watching mindless television. The afternoon wore on and 
forgetting the time, my neighbour suddenly announced that she had forgotten a 
prior arranged meeting with some friends for drinks that afternoon. Already 
late, she just grabbed her bag and car keys, kissed me on the cheek and left me 
to lock up after her apologising on her way out the door. Well, I didn't have to 
think twice at the situation I had been left in, and as soon as I heard her car 
speed down the street it was like someone had opened a faucet on my pussy. I 
couldn't believe how horny I was and now alone for at least a couple of hours I 
was not going to squander the opportunity. I had promised my husband that 
anything to do with the dog we would do together but finding myself as I was 
now, with my pussy gushing like some sexual tsunami I blew caution, promises and 
logic to the wind. I needed some dog cock and I was going to get some. 

It only took me a few minutes to get my lover back to my house which was an 
episode on its own, what with him trying to jump me at every step. Once inside 
it didn't take me long to discard my clothes. Funny looking back on it though, I 
didn't just rip them off, but rather seductively stripped for my lover. While he sat 
there watching my every move, I slowly danced for him, something I had never 
done for my husband. First came off the top, slowly pulling it over my head 
revealing my rather unflattering bra. It was functional and kept them in place 
and comfortable. I reached back to release the clips that held my heavy breasts 
in place, pulling my shoulders forward to allow the straps to fall off while 
holding the cups over the swell of my tit flesh. I reached down with on hand to 
rub his head roughly and was greeted with a big lick of his warm tongue. Oh, I 
knew what that was going to be licking soon... Turning around, I let the bra 
drop to the floor, only to have the dog race to it and sniff it. After getting 
his attention back with a "hey boy", he followed my movements again with 
curiosity. I reached up and rubbed my breasts with the open palms of my hand in 
a circular motion while drawing my finger over my nipples. Already engorged, I 
pulled on them hard, tweaking the nipples between thumb and finger and pulling 
on them until my breasts hung away from my chest. I loved it when the weight of 
my breasts contributed to the stretching of my nipples, causing me slight 
discomfort that usually manifested itself with a tingling in my pussy. 

After a few minutes of this attention I needed to remove my shorts and panties 
which were rather wet anyway. I knew that if I let them fall to the ground he would 
be on them and away which didn't sit in my mind as an erotic interlude, chasing 
the dog for my undergarments. Oh, the reality of canine sex! I pulled them down 
together, both panties and shorts and held them to his nose. He was rewarded 
with my pungent sexual odour, which sent him in a licking frenzy on my panties. 
I knew he was ready to devour what I had to offer him and I was not about to let 
my doggy lover wait any longer. I could feel the wetness crawl down my inner 
thighs and my only thought was I didn't want my love juice to be wasted. Quickly 
I removed myself to single seater couch in the living room, stretching my legs 
over each armrest while sitting on the edge of the seat and opening up my sex to 
the animal. He knew what to do and positioned himself close to my pussy sniffing 
at it intently. I used both hands to open myself up for him, pulling my swollen 
lips aside with my fingers to allow his tongue to get the best possible access 
to my clit and hole. What a sight I must have made, head rolled back with an 
audible gasp as his tongue made contact with my slit. His tongue was so rough 
which added to the ecstasy of what he was doing to me. 

I could feel him turning his head to give himself better leverage which caused me 
to feel like he was truly inside me. Feeling the levels of pleasure increase and 
wash over my whole being as he licked deep into my pussy, his each lick was 
like a wave crashing over me emotionally, building in crescendo towards a 
wonderful orgasm. I couldn't get my lips open for him wide enough, and although 
what he was doing was mind blowing, I just wanted more of him inside me. I grabbed 
his head just under the ears while pushing my pelvis up to meet every swipe of his 
hot mouth, urging him on vocally, encouraging him to tongue f*** my cunt deeper 
and deeper. "C'mon boy, lick my pussy, lick your bitch"... He responded by getting 
more aggressive towards eating me, nipping at my pussy while I was at the same 
time trying to force his whole head into my entrance. When it hit me, the first 
orgasm, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced with another human being. 
My sex convulsed, spasms rolling over my whole body causing my hips to float 
over the seat and force more of his never ending administration of my cunt. I 
was in some other place, some may call it heaven, but to me all sense of feeling 
left me other than the burning sensation coming from my sex. Again and again I 
came. 

I was unsure if it was just one orgasm rolling along or a multiple of them hitting 
me like waves. I have never had multiple orgasms before so this was definitely 
a new sensation to me. As I started to regain some sort of control over myself, 
I realised that I had been sobbing during my orgasm. My face was wet with my 
tears and something else that I had never experienced also made itself known 
to me.....I had squirted. This was very unusual. I knew by the very nature of the 
amount of moisture that had pooled itself under my arse cheeks and wet the 
sofa that it wasn't just all doggy saliva. The beast had made me squirt! I lay on 
the couch, legs still either side hanging off the armrests with my head loosely 
rolled back looking up at the ceiling. He was still licking me without pausing 
which was causing me to build up again to another cum. I knew that if I orgasmed 
again only half as much as I just had that it would wipe me out for good, which in 
itself was not a bad thing only that I wanted it to be on the end of his yummy dog 
cock. I looked at him with genuine love in my eyes. What a wonderful lover, still 
so intent on making me happy. 

I stroked his ears, gently pulling his head away from my engorged sex while closing 
my legs at the same time. He understood and just moved back from me allowing 
me to slide down onto the ground next to him. I took time to take him all in, his sleek 
fur, the rippling muscles underneath which flexed as I stroked him. His tongue which 
had done so much to me was lolling out the side of his mouth, my juices mixed with 
his saliva dripping on the carpet. Instinctually I grabbed his head with both hands 
and kissed him. His tongue gave me a swipe over my face and mouth which I 
welcomed. I stuck my tongue out to meet his, both of us licking each other. His 
saliva mixed with mine which only added to my arousal and caused me to venture 
so far as to suck on it. I wanted him to understand that I was his bitch, his dog bitch 
and I knew one way that would both satisfy my perverse need to submit to him and 
also add to his own pleasure..... Reaching under him to feel his balls, I moved my 
hand along his sheath and felt the slickness of his protruding cock between my 
fingers. My breath became shorter as I knelt down next to his meat knowing what 
I was about to do to him broke every taboo I felt there was. But what could I do? 

Looking at the tiny tip of his wet glistening cock I moved my head underneath his 
belly, my heavy breasts swaying as I positioned myself comfortably to be able to 
taste his maleness. My tongue darted out and I licked the tip of his pink cock 
causing him to jump a little. With one hand I stroked his back gently while the 
other I tried to keep my balance. The tip of my tongue was flicking against his tip 
and as it started to grow bigger I increased my licks to take in more of his shaft. 
It tasted, well, a bit acidy, like it had a metallic tinge to it, but it was not unpleasant. 
The more I tasted his growing meat the more I wanted it. My tongue had been 
replaced by my lips as I started to suck earnestly on his cock. He remained quite 
still which enabled me to use on of my hands rub his balls gently while I bobbed my 
head up and down his meat. The sensations going through my mind as I was trying 
to comprehend the sordidness of my actions while trying to meet the sexual needs 
of my lover where so overwhelming it was causing me to build to another orgasm. 

Here I was, on my knees sucking on my neighbours dog cock like I have never 
sucked on another cock before. I was not a fan of doing it to guys, and my husband 
on more than one occasion sulked when I didn't offer my services to him like that, 
but with my canine lover it was different. It made me feel dirty, disgusting, like a slut 
which in turn made me feel even more horny. Reaching down to stroke my pussy I 
could suddenly feel him spraying into my mouth hitting the back of my throat with his 
pre-cum. It was coming in short squirts to start with and I hungrily swallowed some 
of it while letting part of it run down my chin and help lubricate his cock for me to be 
able to suck on it harder. When he started to hump my mouth I knew he was close, 
and this thought alone sent me over the edge causing me to cum again. I released 
his cock from my mouth with and audible plop, directing his squirting fluids into my 
face and open mouth, my hair now slick with his molten liquid, running down my 
breasts and dripping off the ends of both nipples like a waterfall of depravity. I was 
gasping for air and the odour of his seed was intoxicating me to new heights of 
pleasure. How far could he take me? Was there more in store or had I reached a 
pinnacle of sexual satisfaction? To answer that question I had to go further. 

Grabbing my breast, I brought the nipple up to my mouth and like some wanton slut 
licked it clean of his essence. He started to lick at it as well, so I offered him my 
other breast which he started to lick clean. I revelled in the feelings of having my 
nipple so roughly attended to, his magnificent tongue again going to work on my 
soul. This could go on for ever I thought, but I was intent on the end game, the one 
which involved me fully giving myself to him to complete my total submission. It 
was time my furry lover f***** his bitch..... I know there are many ways to let a 
dog f*** a woman from the websites I had visited with my husband, but being a 
beginner, I was really only game enough to try one. I rolled over onto my hands 
and knees, shuffling up to the couch so I could lean my upper body on it to take 
away the pressure of his weight when he mounted me. I liked this position, even 
in regular sex with my husband as it opened me up fully. Lets face it, when a 
woman is naked on her hands and knees it is only to do one thing....to be f*****. 
They don't call it "doggy style" for nothing! I knew from my past two attempts 
that position is crucial, jutting my arse in the air and opening up my knees 
while arching the bottom of my back, physically telling my canine lover my 
engorged pussy is waiting for his pleasure. He breathes heavily as he mounts me, 
his hind legs trying to climb on my back as he unsuccessfully attempts to pierce 
my pussy with his swollen cock. 

I reach behind me grabbing hold of his meat and guide it into my willing hole. As 
soon as the tip makes contact with my outer lips it is like an explosion in my mind! 
He thrusts forward pumping into me slowly trying to maintain his connection with 
me. I can feel him instantly start to swell up inside me and I thrust back to selfishly 
accept more of him. Deeper and deeper he thrusts, his fur brushing against my 
back while I feel his saliva dribbling into my hair and pooling on the back of my 
neck. I focus fully on his meat stroking the fires of my inner womb, pushing further 
up into me where no man has ever reached before, stretching my hole in preparation 
to accept his complete surrender of me with his knot. Feeling it banging away at the 
entrance of my sex only heightens my arousal and when I can feel his stream of liquid 
lubrication hit the walls of the inside of my cunt it sends me into a near cathartic state. 
"f*** your bitch, f*** me like I have never been f***** before" I urge my lover on, nearly 
screaming it at him He reacts to my encouragement with further thrusts, driving his 
tool even deeper into me which causes his knot to finally push my lips far enough 
apart to accept his girth. It's like he is fucking me with an orange sized cock, pushing 
inside me until I can feel his prick bend upwards around my tunnel till I am completely 
full of his meat. Never before have I felt so full, so stretched...so completely f*****and 
then it comes, he cums, and I feel his hot molten sperm burn the insides of my womb. 

It causes me to orgasm again, to nearly black out with emotion as my lover and I 
are one, erupting together awash with each others seed. My pussy crushes onto 
his f*** tool as it contracts in ecstasy, gripping it with vaginal muscles that I didn't 
realise I even had. We both slow down marinating in the knowledge that our body 
fluids are mixing together. I can feel my pussy fill to overflowing, feeling him still 
squirting his hot semen into my womb while I tremble in oblivion. I am his bitch. 
Time passes and all I can feel is the sense of his breath on the back of my neck, 
the knot in my pussy and the wetness of my existence. He starts to move, to withdraw 
his weapon from my painfully sensitive sex. His knot, not yet fully deflated, pulls 
aggressively from my afflicted hole and the length of his essence slides along the 
walls of my overstretched vagina letting me understand the manner and size of my 
capitulation. As his cock flops from me it allows a torrent of cum to flow freely from 
my opening running down my legs. I am helpless, without energy and devoid of 
movement as I let him lick my dripping pussy. The sensations are acute, painful 
but I submit to his will. 

He soon becomes disinterested attending to his own needs and curling up on the 
floor near me to begin his cleaning duties. It is at this point that I make my 
final compliance into my role as a dog slut. I weakly move over to him offering 
my mouth as a means to clean him, licking on his shrinking shaft with more 
vitality that I felt I had. He lets me attend to him by rolling on his side to give me 
easier access. I lick and sometimes suck, gently, as I can feel him wince when 
I become over eager to please him. To taste his sperm, his essence of 
maleness on my lips mixed in with my own juices is mind blowing. I dutifully 
complete this task until his cock has fully shrunk away and give his balls a 
final kiss in gratitude to the pleasure they have shown me. We are both spent 
but I know I have to get him back next door. Raising my aching body up of the 
ground I feel I must look a complete slutty mess, wet, sore and reeking of sex. 
I examine the claw marks on the back of my legs, feel the blood clot where his 
nails have penetrated the skin. I can't very well pass those off as shaving 
cuts......I look up trying to catch my reflection in the window to see what other 
damage has been done. What I see sends me into a state of complete paralysis. 
Looking at the window I see not my eyes starring back at me, but another's...her 
eyes, the eyes of my neighbour...

My first stab of conscious thought was how much had she seen? The fact that I 
was dripping dog semen out of my swollen pussy with every movement and the 
injuries sustained throughout my canine orgy, not to mention all the depraved 
acts that I had undertaken flashed through my mind like some cheap backstreet 
spectacle. My mouth was frozen open in a circle of guilt devoid of speech. My 
body was shackled and unable to move, the two of us just staring at each. The 
thoughts that were rampaging through my mind caused a cold chill to slide down 
my spine which made me shiver. I sat down on the floor in a wet patch of dog cum 
in disgrace, tears starting to trickled down my sweat stained cheeks as an 
uncontrolled sobbing racked my frame. Naked I sat before my neighbour, unable to 
remove myself from her stare while inwardly cursing my weakness to not control 
the urges that had driven me to become such a slut. 

For that is what I was, and how I must now appear to the rest of the world. Guilty 
as charged... Through the roaring noise in my head I finally heard her calling my 
name while gently knocking on the door. I couldn't avoid her any more, hell, she 
could have called the police by now or something but hadn't. I dragged myself 
up from the debauchery around me and quickly grabbed my robe from the bathroom 
before returning to open the front door for her. She looked at me with a mixture of 
shock, shame and...lust? I couldn't be sure, but in my addled state, I was sure 
that I had misread it. "How much did you see?" I asked her quietly as we sat down 
on the couch "Everything" was her reply "So what now?" I asked hesitantly "I don't 
know" she answered. "It's not everyday you catch your friend and neighbour having 
sex with an animal" "I....I don't know what to say" I replied honestly starting to sob 
again. "Well, for starters, what about your husband? Doesn't he do it for you? How 
did you get this far with it all? Why?" she rumbled off the questions. "My husband 
knows. He was the one that started it all, one of his stupid fantasies which I sort of 
fell into. It's not the first time I've done it with your dog" I said "Oh, I gathered that 
from watching you....." she said. 

Then she startled me with her next question. "What's it like?" she whispered. 
"What do you mean?" I answered "You know, what's it like being f***** by a dog?" 
she said with a quiver in her voice and leaning forward on the couch. "Honestly?" 
I hesitated before getting the approval to go on with a nod of her head. "It's fantastic,
like nothing I have experienced ever before" I said as I broke her gaze and stared 
at the floor. "You must think me a proper slut". "I don't know what I am thinking to 
be honest" she said. "All I can really say is that it is one of the most disgusting 
things that I have ever seen........and one of the horniest. The things you did to 
him, the obvious way you enjoyed it all. The expression on your face as he f***** 
you.....I've never seen someone with such wanton lust". "Please don't say anymore, 
I'm embarrassed enough as it is" I pleaded. "Well, apart from the fact it was a dog 
doing it to you, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.....I wish I could get off 
like that" she trailed off. I didn't at all acknowledge what she was saying at the 
time, but those words would come back to haunt me. As she got up she called her 
dog over to her. "Here stud" she called. I looked at her and we both started to 
laugh. He meandered to her with his lovely tongue hanging out the side of his 
mouth, tail slapping violently back and forth. "I won't say a word to anyone" 
she promised me. "But we will have to talk about this some more" she said as she 
headed for the door. "Your definitely one hell of a mad bitch" she said as she 
left me sitting on the coach to contemplate all that had transpired the last 
couple of hours.

A week later I got a call from my neighbour. During that time I put all thoughts 
of doggy sex out of my mind vowing never to succumb to that sordid pleasure 
again. It was just too damn dangerous as well as the fact that it was unnatural 
and rather disgusting. As the days went by I convinced myself this much, even to 
the point that when my husband brought up the subject of doing it again I well 
and truly rounded on him like some queen snarler. To say that he was confused 
and put out was an understatement, but without putting myself into it any 
further I continued with the lies and half truths about why I was now so suddenly 
against the whole thing. "I don't know how to say this" my neighbour started, 
hesitant in her approach to me on the phone. " But, well, its my dog. He has been 
walking around for days now on heat, with his, you know, peeking out and to 
make things worse, every chance he gets he tries to sniff between my legs 
or tries to mount me. I took him to the vet and they recommend either I cut him 
or get him a bitch to play with". "And?" I asked. "And, well, you know how I 
feel about giving him or any animal the chop so I thought.....well, and I know how 
this is going to sound, but, you're the only bitch I could think of for him to 
do what he needs to do" she trailed off. "Let me get this right, you want to 
relieve your dog of his sexual tensions" I asked somewhat unsure. "To put it in 
a nutshell, yes" she replied "And how do you think this will work?" I asked. 

"You just drop him over or organise some hotel room for us to do the dirty in". 
"Well, to be honest, I thought you could do it over here" she answered. "And 
when did you want this to take place" I asked somewhat shocked at the ease with 
which the words came out of my mouth. "I was hoping tomorrow" my neighbour said. 
"But that's a Saturday, I didn't realise you were working Saturdays now" I replied. 
"I don't" she answered, "I was hoping to watch you both at it again..." The silence 
that followed was only interrupted by the beeping on the phone of an incoming call. 
Still neither of us said a thing. I finally asked her. "Why?" "Don't ask me that" she 
replied, "I haven't been able to think of anything else for the last week. I told you I 
thought it was the horniest thing I have ever seen and I guess this is a good excuse 
for me to ask you to do it again". I was thinking long and hard. To have my husband 
watch me make love to a dog was definitely one thing, but another person whom I 
had only a limited social connection with was something altogether different. The 
thing that struck me was how excited I had become. I was defiantly not into women, 
at least, I had never had the means nor the reason to try it and it didn't appeal to be 
at all, but the reality that another person wanted to watch me f*** a dog was a huge 
turn on and altogether left me speechless. What kind of a dog slut was I becoming 
that I actually contemplated letting my neighbour watch me seduce her dog..... 

"Alright" I whispered on the phone. "I'll be over around midday if that's fine with 
you" "It is" she answered, the shortness of her breath divulging her own excitement. 
"My husband will be away for the weekend and I know yours always plays golf on 
a Saturday". "Alright then" I finished, "I'll see you tomorrow" I could tell she hesitated 
on the phone before I encouraged her. "Anything else?" I asked "Could you...you know,
 wear something sexy?" she almost whispered. "Or would you prefer I dressed like 
a slut for my dog lover?" I answered brazenly back Her sharp intake told me all I 
needed to know "Yes" was all she said before she hung up the phone. I spent the 
rest of the day contemplating the situation I now found myself in. Over and over I 
mulled the possibilities to the point where I had talked myself out of it, and then 
suddenly I would hear a dog bark in the distance which was like an emotional 
starting gun hurtling me down the track of lustful memories of my canine trysts that 
would again fortify my resolve to see where it would all lead. Most of the late evening 
was spent looking out the kitchen window into next doors backyard watching my 
lover casually lying around the garden while I was thinking about the possible events 
that were now in my power to pursue. It was just on evening when the light starts to 
fade that my neighbour walked into her backyard to call her dog for his meal. 

Intently I watched as she bent down to offer her pet his nightly bowl of food and then 
casually stroke his back as she so often does. Was it my imagination in the failing 
half light or did I see her look my way as she suddenly grabbed his heavy swinging 
balls in her hand? I couldn't be sure of it but knew she couldn't see me as I had 
neglected to turn on any lights in my house. This startled me back into reality as I 
realised how late it was and that my husband would soon be home. Quickly and 
with some panic I set about returning to the normal household duties preparing 
for his arrival. Even through dinner I couldn't concentrate on anything other than 
what I was going to do tomorrow and what I thought I had seen. My husband more 
than noticed my demeanour which I brushed off with the tried and trusted excuse 
of period pains. Funny how men know what day and time the football is on yet 
neglect to keep track of our monthly cycles. Had he been more astute he would 
have known I was lying as I had only had them the week before. The ignorance of 
men can be such a wonderful thing at times! Sleep was to say the least restless, 
yet when I did finally succumb to the pillow in the small hours of the morning my 
head was filled with visions of my upcoming performance as a dog slut. I was more 
frightened than anything else with how willing my subconscious was guiding my 
body towards this sordid end.

When I awoke in the morning my husband was already leaving for his regular 
weekly game of golf with the boys. I knew he wouldn't be back until the late 
afternoon which gave me immediate heart palpitations as the memories of 
yesterdays events came flooding back. How stupid could I have been? After a 
restless nights sleep and time to think over it all there was no way I was going 
through with anything at all. I had to stop this madness and return back to some 
semblance of reality. I mean, really, have sex in front of my neighbour with her 
dog? Complete madness! During my resolution to not be persuaded by my inner 
desires the phone rang. I answered it as I normally would with a "hello" not 
knowing who it would be. "I just saw your husband leave, are you coming over 
soon?" my neighbour said. I was silent not knowing what to say. "Hello, are you 
there?" she sounded a little panicky. "Yes, sorry, it's just....." I started hesitantly. 
"Just what?" she said, "Please don't tell me your getting cold feet. 

I haven't been able to sleep a wink all night thinking about it. In fact, I was 
looking up the subject on the internet most of the night and couldn't believe 
the things that I saw. It's just, well, so damn.....interesting, and his symptoms 
are only getting worse. He's been walking around all morning with a hard on the 
size of...You'd be doing us both a favour..... so to speak". "Is that what you 
call it?" I laughed. "You have to understand that my reluctance in regards to 
your ability to keep this all under wraps. I have my integrity to think....." as I 
said this I felt how stupid the comment was, whatever integrity I had was gone 
the first time I swallowed dog semen. "If your worried I am going to say anything 
don't be. We've known each other for a long time now and you should have 
some idea about "my" integrity as well" she countered. "Yes, I'm sorry, it's just 
that what you want of me is so nasty" I said. Her silence was followed by 
something that shocked me. "It turned me on seeing you like that. I want to 
see if it does so again.....will you come over?" she said pleadingly. I listened 
to the heavy breathing on the phone, not knowing if it was coming from my 
neighbour or if I was the culprit. "I'll be an hour" I whispered into the phone 
before hanging up. The butterflies had been released now that I had made my 
mind up to go through with whatever the day was to bring. 

After a quick breakfast which I found hard to hold down due to my growing nerves 
I put thought to what I was going to wear. Not that it was going to stay on for 
long, but the request from my neighbour did haunt me into making the right 
decision. Now that I was going to do this I did want it to be special for her as 
well. Where these thoughts and feelings were coming from I had no idea, and even 
now I had no intention of physically doing anything with her yet I wanted her to 
be turned on again more out of my own ego than anything else. Having a warm 
shower and attending to all the administrations that a woman does before going 
out somewhere special was the first thing out of the way. I shaved my legs and 
started to trim my bush, yet as I did so I thought how much nastier it would 
look if I was completely shaven. The thought of having that lovely big dog knot 
pushing between my freshly shaven lips while someone else was watching not only 
made me moist, but started my flaps to puff slightly in anticipation. God was I 
horny now! It made it double hard to do a good job of it and near the end I thought 
of what excuse I would use with my husband for having a shaven mound as he 
knows I don't like it all that much, but as it always goes, you put all thoughts of 
the aftermath out of your head to deal with later when it is probably to late. 

Deciding to leave my hair down I gave it a quick brush and applied my makeup 
as quickly as I could, even though I was shaking uncontrollably at times that I 
needed both hands to hold the eyeliner steady. I finished by doing my nails in 
what I call "slut red", flapping my hands around to quicken the drying process as 
I entered the bedroom. I sensuously rolled the silk stockings up my left leg which 
was perched on the edge of the bed slightly creasing the fabric of the sheets. 
Glancing in the mirror, I watched my heavy breasts sway as I leant forward to 
smooth the silk against my skin. My nipples were achingly hard and swollen 
which I was going to put to good use visually with my black sheer silk shirt. I 
opted to forgo the confines of a bra and instead let my large breasts create 
the focal point of my visual feast. One by one I buttoned the shirt up until they 
just held my cleavage in place. My nipples were visible through the edge of the 
sheer fabric as they pressed out like small silos on a darkened landscape. 
With a shake of my head I tossed my sun kissed hair over the collar and moved 
to complete my dress by putting on a short black leather skirt that stopped halfway 
down my thigh. Panties were never an option. To complete my transformation I 
slipped my stocking clad toes into one of my many stilettos and applied the red 
war paint along my pouting lips. The finality of pressing my lips together and 
blowing myself a kiss in the mirror coincided with the phone ringing again. 
Without answering I knew who it would be as the hour that I had promised had 
come and gone. A sharp deep intake of breath was all I gave myself as I turned 
the handle of the front door and entered a new world.

The knock on my neighbours door sounded rather foreboding and final. I could 
hear the clack of high heels on the tiles as she walked to door and let me in. 
We looked at each other across the threshold and smiled. She had gone to as much 
trouble as I had which made me feel a little awkward. Her breasts, although 
smaller than mine were prominently pushed upwards by her bra. The jeans she was 
wearing were rather tight, a pair I had never seen her wear before but which did 
manage to accentuate the curvature of her backside wonderfully. The low cut top 
slightly hidden by her dark curly waves. I suddenly wondered if she was a 
natural blonde, a most strange thought at the time. Was she trying to seduce me? 
Probably but without returning her advances I felt she would soon back down. 
"You look......" she trailed off. "Like a slut?" I finished for her. "Not exactly, I 
wouldn't be so harsh. But you do look like you mean business" she replied. "And 
speaking of which, where is he?" I asked looking beyond her shoulder to see if I 
could find the object of my desires. "He's outside....come in and make yourself 
comfortable. I'll go fetch him" she continued. As I walked over the threshold of 
her door time seemed to slow down. Everything wound down in speed, even her 
voice slowed to a slow drawl. I could hear my heart smashing violently in my 
head as the piercing clack of my stiletto hit the first tile of her abode. 

Everything would change, my desires, expectations and needs would all undergo a 
massive transformation from this point on. What had started out as my husbands 
folly would now take on a life of it's own that neither of us had any more control over. 
I was frightened, even sickly yet at the same time never felt so alive and free. As the 
resounding crash of my heel hitting the tile hit my eardrums the world caught up to 
me and I was back to real time. "Do you approve of how I look?" I ventured to her. 
She turned and looked at me. It was not a casual glance but rather one that a carnivore 
gives its prey before pouncing. It made me feel uncomfortable. "You look fantastic" she 
said, her sparkling eyes lingering on my breasts. She turned and motioned me to sit 
on the couch while she went to fetch her dog. My heart was trying to burst out of it's 
confines while I tried to wipe the clammy sweat from my hands onto the couch. 

"How do you want to do this?" I asked, suddenly unsure of the mechanics of the 
situation. My neighbour arrived back with her magnificent dog in tow. He immediately 
rushed up to me spreading my legs with his head to try and reach my sex. I spread 
myself for him falling back into the couch while he started to lap at my wetness. "I 
think you have already started" my neighbour replied as she sat herself in the seat 
opposite me. My peaked tongue seductively ran along my top lip as I looked 
directly into her eyes. She glanced downwards to watch my left hand push her 
dogs head closer to my pussy while my right hand lingered over the first of the 
buttons that would release my breasts from their fragile prison. "Is this what 
you really want to see?" I teased her. She looked at me trying to take the scene 
in. I spread my legs as wide as my skirt would allow giving her a better view of 
proceedings. A hoarse whisper escaped her throat....."yes" I opened the first 
button on my blouse. The swell of my heaving breasts forced the material apart 
revealing my areolas on either side. Her breathing changed with every button I 
opened especially when I reached under the blouse to aggressively tweak one of 
my engorged nipples. "Oh my god" she whispered. "You ain't seen nothing yet" I 
smiled back at her......

Leaning forward on the couch I reached skywards with both my arms in an 
exaggerated stretch which I knew would reveal my breasts fully to my neighbour 
as either side of my unbuttoned blouse fell away from my fleshy peaks. Her gasp 
at my exhibitionism encouraged me to go further with my display. The feeling of 
being empowered like she was a puppet on my string was acting like an 
aphrodisiac to my senses. "They are magnificent" she said looking at the rounded 
swell of my full breasts. Without acknowledging her comment I closed my eyes and 
enjoyed the attention I was getting from her dog. His tongue was rasping on my 
open sex causing me to lubricate profusely. I was aware that the fact I was on 
display added to the build up in my juices. The wetter I became, the more my 
canine lover licked me. It was a catch 22 with me being the big winner. A soft 
moan escaped my lips as I tried to pull my skirt up over my thighs higher so I 
could get my legs open further. Both my hands wandered down towards my open 
sex where the dogs tongue was licking away. Deftly I used my forefingers on both 
hands to pry open the sweet lips of my cunt letting my lover have access to my 
pink hole. 

My breathing was now coming in rasps as I started to lift my hips off the couch to 
get deeper penetration. His head was starting to turn on his side as he was devouring 
my womanhood, trying to eat my silky flaps with little nibbles that sent shock waves 
through my being. The engorged almost fluorescent red nipples on my heaving breasts 
added to the visual exuberance that I knew must be giving my neighbour pleasure. When 
I looked over at her through my lust clouded vision I could see her licking her lips and 
rubbing her mound through the material of her tight jeans. I wanted to tell her to take them 
off so I could share in the visual feast and watch her rub her sex for me but my gasps due 
to my imminent orgasm prevented anything more than a long moan from escaping from 
my lips. When I did cum I threw myself back into her lounge grabbing both my ankles 
pressing them towards my thighs as I spread my legs as wide as they could go. My senses 
were heightened to near painfulness as I discerned her small whimpers as she watched 
my orgasm intently. The sharp softness of the silk stockings I was holding around my 
ankles was in stark contrast to the fire burning in between my legs as my thighs shook 
uncontrollably in the spasms of my cum. 

I was cumming in front of another female with a dog lapping at my pussy and 
I was loving it. I couldn't wait to show her more of my new found skills and as 
soon as the pleasure subsided decided to see how much of a slut I could become 
visually for her. "That is unbelievable" she said with a slightly hoarse drawl. 
"It certainly is" I replied. I then decided to venture into a different direction. "You 
should try it sometime yourself" I added with a seductive smile while stroking my 
slit with my index finger and then bringing it to the tip of my tongue so she could 
see me slide my lips over it. "I...I don't know if I could" she hesitated. "Would you 
like to see more?" I asked already knowing her answer. "Oh yes" she said. Getting 
myself up off her couch I started to slowly drop my skirt onto the floor. Now wearing 
nothing else but my black stockings and stilettos with the tiny silver tips I stepped 
out of the skirt and started to walk to the centre of the room calling her dog with me. 

Leaning over so my breasts swung obscenely I reached down and started to stroke 
her wonderful dog. His fur was so soft and shiny as my hand ran from his ears to the 
small of his back in one slow sensual stroke. "Do you want me to touch him?" I 
teased "Yes please" she said breathlessly "What do you want me to touch?" I asked. 
I was starting to really get into controlling the moment. She hesitated before answering. 
"His cock, I want you to touch his cock". "Only touch it?" I said turning my head to her 
looking directly in her eyes as I licked my lips. "I want.....I want you to suck his cock 
for me" she whispered. The invitation to suck my lovers cock was what I was waiting 
for. I couldn't imagine anything more erotic than licking on his swollen shaft and 
pleasuring his manhood while his mistress watched me. Even though she owned 
him I was his true bitch and I was going to show her exactly that. Kneeling on the 
floor I reached under his stomach to glide my hands along it until I reached his sheath 
and ball sack. Gently rubbing and stroking around his erogenous area provokes his 
cock to start its journey outwards. I lean even further down until I can see his pinkness 
protruding from his furry scabbard and reached over with my mouth until it is inches 
from his manhood. 

Oh how I wanted to taste his salty fluids on my lips, but I hold back until I was sure 
my neighbour had a good line of vision. She got up and repositioned herself so 
she had a better view from the chair like some voyeur at a magic show. When I 
was satisfied I had her full attention I ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of the 
dogs piss hole. This area always instantly stimulates me as it is where he releases 
his semen and his pre cum. I find this area on his cock almost drug inducing as it 
makes me feel very much like a cheap slut. Feeling his meat spring to life with the 
short flicks of my tongue I open my mouth to receive the first blast of his pre cum. 
A whimper escapes me as I feel his fluids start to hit the back of my throat and the 
effort not to fully take him into my mouth becomes too difficult. With one swift 
motion I fully enclose my lips around his throbbing shaft and start to suck on 
his cock like some cheap hooker. Oblivious to the fact that I have an audience I 
bob my head up and down his meaty shaft swallowing his now strong stream of 
lubrication that he is squirting into the caverns of my stomach. The more I 
swallow the more I want. 

The feeling is one of complete abandon and I relish in the knowledge that I have 
the power to make this magnificent male beast explode his seed into my mouth. 
Further and further I take him into my mouth until I realise that his knot is now 
starting to hit my lips as I nearly gag on the amount of dog cock I am trying to 
swallow. The audible plop as I let his cock fall from my lips is only accentuated 
by the vocal encouragement that I receive from my neighbour. "Suck that cock, 
that's it, suck it good" she eggs me on. I start to lick his shaft and wrap my lips 
around his shaft as his piss hole feely discharges his lubrication onto my face 
and breasts. The rivulets of his juices running down my chin and neck to finally 
slide down my breasts and onto the floor. "Oh my god, you fucking slut" she says 
as she gets off the chair and kneels closer to the action. "I can't believe you enjoy 
this so much, look at you it's as if you can't get enough of his cock" In answer to 
her I place his cock back in my mouth and make an obvious effort to swallow his 
fluids sucking in my cheeks. 

I can see the look in her eyes and venture a question to her. "Do you want to try?" 
I ask her. She looks at me as I hold the cock towards her. With a little hesitation 
she leans forward and with small exploratory flicks runs her tongue along a small 
portion of her dogs cock. A guttural moan makes its way from deep inside her as 
she tastes canine for the first time. Her hesitation soon turns to a lustful assault 
on his manhood. I am amazed at how quickly she learns to pleasure her animal 
as she slurps her mouth along his shaft. I take the opportunity to suck on the other 
side to where her lips are and soon both our tongues are licking his magnificent 
throbbing member. As I suck on his knot I can see her fully take his meat into her 
mouth and swallow his pre cum. Her cheeks are caved in as she sucks hart on the 
end of his purple knob only for us to momentarily exchange places on his shaft. It 
was inevitable that at some stage our lips would meet and when they did I was 
surprised at how easily I was able to suck on her tongue and taste her dog on her 
breath. We both spent what seemed ages kissing and licking each others mouth 
with the dogs cock dangling between us, one of us occasionally breaking off to 
suck on it and replenish his fluids in our spit swapping orgy. 

By now both of us were wet with his juices, our hair slick in places from the blasts 
of his hot pre jism but we couldn't bring ourselves to stop our sordid ministrations. 
Without warning I felt her hand on my breasts squeezing hard on my fleshy globe 
while trying to find my swollen nipple. When she located my bud she tweaked it 
aggressively between her finger and thumb pulling at my nipple until the pain became 
almost unbearable. I could hear the dog start his whimpering which alluded to the 
inevitable precursor of his orgasm. Even though I was loath to do it, I knew that it was 
only right for his mistress to feel the full brunt of his lovely seed hit the back of her throat. 
I motioned her into position and guided her with soft words to expect a [SPAM] of hot 
liquid as he cums. She looked at me with questioning eyes but I reassured her by 
giving her a last minute kiss. Mesmerized I watched as she started on the final sprint 
before being rewarded by the ultimate prize of a stomach full of dog semen. His back 
leg was swinging madly away as he tried to clime her face and the whimpers became 
more frequent as he quickly approached orgasm. I tried to hold him in place when a 
sudden sick thought came into my mind. As my neighbour was pumping her slender 
mouth up and down the shaft of her dog I tentatively lifted his tail and viewed his sphincter. 
Without hesitation I probed my tongue into his shit crack and pushed as far in as I could. 
Instantly I felt his back legstense and by the sounds of gagging from his mistress knew 
he has shot his full load into her mouth. 

As he was pumping his virile seed into her stomach I continued to tongue f*** his shit 
hole and rimmed him clean. My second orgasm hit me as a serious of slaps as the 
realisation of how depraved I had become hit home. Here I was anally rimming my 
canine lover while he discharged his manhood into the bowls of his mistress. Nearly 
fainting I removed my mouth from his arsehole and searched out my new partner in lust. 
With a mouth full of her dogs cum she pressed her tongue into my mouth and we shared 
a cocktail of dog semen mixed with my shit stained lips. Back and forth the fluids passed 
until we both swallowed and drew away in a final passionate kiss. "f*** me that was 
something else" was all my neighbour could say. "I won't f*** you" I said looking at her dog 
as I made a play on her words, "But he will" She looked at me and then came to some sort 
of decision in her mind. "Not just me hon...both of us" she said as she leant forward kissing 
me. I helped her to her feet and started to make our way to her bedroom. Stopping at the
entrance of her door I turned around and beckoned to her dog who was lying where we 
had left him licking his dwindling cock. "M�nage a trois anyone?" I said as I beckoned 
him to join us...

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