THE HOUSEWIFE'S PET
By Janet McCoy


Foreword

If there is one essential ingredient to a successful marriage, it is probably honesty.
Honesty about feelings, about opinions and goals, and above all honesty about sexual
needs.
Neil and Joan Carruthers are a couple whose marriage has ground to a halt because of
lack of communication. Neil is turned off to the monotony of a monogamous style of
marriage, but he is afraid to be honest with his wife, consequently, Joan suffers agonies
of frustration of self-doubt because her husband's distant behavior remains a mystery to
her.
Joan is the first to take the initiative in healing her own wounds. She discovers that
"man's best friend" can be woman's best friend too. Neil seeks his solace with another
woman, a co-worker with whom he can share common experience and aspirations.
Still the marriage is in trouble... until husband and wife decide to be honest with one
another, to lay the slate clean and start again.
Even then, the perversity of human nature seems to long for something more...
THE HOUSEWIFE'S PET – a shocking story of our confused times.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Her tight ass wriggled busily inside her shorts as she walked. Her breasts thrust forward
under her yellow tank top, as though begging for attention.
But the petite redhead paid little heed to the postman as he nodded his head and smiled
in her direction. She didn't notice the milkman's neck-craning peer from his truck as
she walked by. The grocer actually walked out of his shop and stood on the sidewalk
watching the provocative retreat of her ass. But, for all she saw, the woman could have
been in her own world, peopled by no one but herself.
Her name was Joan Carruthers. She was a young housewife, newly arrived in the
neighborhood. She had decided to take a walk to ease her mind, to digest the disturbing
events that had made her and her husband part enemies that morning. A tear
threatened to overflow her eyelid as she remembered her frustration, and her husband's
hardheartedness. Why can't he understand me? She thought despairingly. He could at
least try!
As she passed a two-storied home surrounded by a lush flower garden, a friendly
German shepherd came out to greet her. Automatically, Joan reached down and stroked
the big animal's head. She had always liked animals, especially dogs. This one was a
particularly large, handsome specimen. His wagging tail and eager dog grin made Joan
smile. For a moment, her misery was forgotten.
"Hi fella, how are you?" Her fingers caressed his head and shoulders roughly. "Like
that, do you, big boy? Okay now, why don't you go and play... there's a good dog!" The
animal showed every intention of following Joan. While she would have enjoyed the
company, she didn't want to be responsible for a lost dog. She made sure he was sitting
safely in his own yard before she returned to her walk and her thoughts.
The day had promised to be a good one. Joan had awakened feeling refreshed and full
of vigor. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, stretched and yawned. Her first impulse
was to get up out of bed and go take her shower, so she wouldn't be in Neil's way when
he was getting ready for work. Her second impulse urged her to stay right where she
was.
She looked mischievously over at the blanket covered hulk of her husband's back. They
slept in separate beds, because Neil said he couldn't stand to have another body in bed
with him when he wanted to sleep. Joan threw her own blankets off and stood up. Her
small, shapely body was naked. It was cool in the room. The goose bumps standing up
on her back and legs prompted her to slip quickly in under Neil's covers. She lay
pressed against him, her tits grazing his back, her cunt shoved against his ass-cheeks.
"Hhhhhhhh wha...?" Neil grunted out the first half-conscious mutterings of a man who
has been in deep sleep. "What's the time, honey? Do I have to get up?"
Joan leaned forward and whispered into his ear, titillating his sensitive membrane with
her warm breath. "Not yet, darling you've still got half an hour. I was just feeling lonely
for you. I thought I'd come over and visit."
He reached back and patted her ass. "That's nice, baby." That was all he said. His
return to regular deep breathing indicated he was on the verge of going right back to
sleep.
Joan was irritated. She had crept into Neil's bed for a specific reason. The thought that
he was about to be thwarted in her scheme made her feel slightly desperate, she was
determined to regain her husband's attention. She began to grind her pussy-mound
suggestively forward, wriggling it with the abandoned purpose of a woman who wants
to be fucked.
"Mmmmmmm..." She cooed into his ear and stabbed inside with her tongue. She knew
Neil liked that...
"Hey... baby... cool it... that tickles."
Joan ignored his remark. It irked her that he was more interested in a few minutes'
sleep than in enjoying sex with her before his day's work. She decided that he still
wasn't awake enough to feel sexy. If she kept at him, he would wake up and realize
what he was on the verge of passing up. Then he would fuck her until she came and
came and came... The very thought made her cunt wet with anticipation. Her hand
moved snake-like down over his hip toward the hairy thatch at his groin. It found his
flaccid cock and wound itself around the soft shaft. Her fingers toyed with it, coaxing it
with deft eager manipulations. The goal was to make it hard, hard and throbbing, ready
for action.
His hand reached down and. pushed hers away from his prick. "Not now, honey. I
wanna sleep just a few more minutes please." His voice was thick with sleep.
Joan realized that her best course of action would be to let him sleep. Neil never had
been easy to get along with in the morning. But her own frustration was egging her on.
She had been horny a lot lately. Neil didn't seem to desire her nearly as much as he
used to. There had been a time when they fucked at least five times a week, without fail.
Now it was more like once a week, occasionally twice. That was not enough for Joan.
Already, it had been five whole days since his turgid prick had spread wide the walls of
her wet craving pussy. The thought of another day of empty horniness made Joan
shudder. She just had to get fucked before Neil left for work today.
"Come on, baby. Please. I need you. I need you this morning." Her voice pleaded with
him while her hand again moved down over his hip, his belly... down toward his cock.
She stroked the soft shaft lovingly. "Such a lovely prick darling, I need it so bad."
Again he pushed her hand away. "Not now, honey." He no longer sounded so sleepy.
But his voice betrayed definite irritation. "I need my sleep. My editor's been on my back
lately. If I don't get enough rest, how the hell am I going to be able to bring him in
some good stories?" Neil was a newspaper reporter. Joan had always suspected that his
by-lines meant more to him than she did. His reply only made her more anxious.
"Neil... please... I know your work is important to you, but what about me? How come
you haven't been very interested in me lately? Do I bore you?" She was being peevish,
and she knew it. But she couldn't help herself. How could any woman be expected to
be totally rational in her condition? Fucking always made her feel better... about
everything.
There was a few moments' total silence. Joan felt Neil's whole body tense. She felt a
brief surge of satisfaction that she had at least been able to get his attention. But she
could sense there was a storm brewing. She pulled her hand away from his belly. She
was a little afraid... excited too. Any action was better than being ignored.
She wasn't prepared for the violence with which Neil threw back the covers and leapt to
his feet.
"Okay, that's it!" he bellowed. "No more sleep for me today!" He turned and glared at
his wife. "Jee-zzz Christ Joan, you're a fucking ego maniac, you know that? Just because
a guy needs to catch up a little on his sleep, you think it has something to do with you!
Believe it or not, I have other things on my mind besides you! You, on the other hand,
don't seem able to think about anything but yourself!"
Not to be cowed by her husband's display of temper, Joan scrambled to her feet. Her
lush breasts bounced as she followed Neil across the bedroom toward the bathroom.
She stood hands on hips, glaring at him as he pissed into the toilet bowl.
"You big bully, you're trying to make me think this whole situation is my fault!"
Neil looked at her. His eyebrows arched. His face relaxed into a superior grin, the one
he knew Joan hated. "Well, isn't it?"
She clenched her fists and flailed them up and down in helpless rage.
"You... you bastard, I suppose it's all my imagination that we hardly every fuck any
more!" Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Are you seeing somebody else behind my
back?"
When he didn't answer her, but calmly squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush, she
rushed-forward and slapped his stomach.
"That's it, isn't it? You!..." Words failed her. She looked shocked, as though her own
words had revealed more than her mind would have considered possible. She backed
away from her husband, and her suspicions, a look of confused horror on her face. "I'm
sorry, Neil... I..." She wanted to erase it all, from both their memories. But it was too
late.
It was Neil's turn to be the aggressor. He threw his toothbrush into the sink and turned
on Joan. He grabbed her by the shoulders and backed her into the wall. "What the fuck
kind of shit are you giving me, woman? Is this what you shattered my good night's
sleep for? So you could bug me with your paranoid delusions! If you don't watch it, you
will drive me to another woman." His eyes glared into hers.
Joan was frightened. She had never seen Neil this angry. It didn't seem to her that what
she had said was enough to turn her husband into a madman. But that was what he
looked like right now. "I'm sorry, Neil. I guess I got carried away."
"You're goddamned right you got carried away! You just turned a perfectly nice
morning into shit, for me!" The expression on his face began to change slightly. Joan
could read excitement there. Having her pinned against the wall like this seemed to be
turning him on. She saw his eyes drop to her quivering tits that bobbled with her
struggles to be free.
The final proof of his arousal was the hard pressure she could now feel poking against
her stomach. His cock was hard as a rock!
She looked down at his thick swollen prick, then back up at his face. Her eyes were
wide, surprised. How could he be sexually excited at a time like this?
His words were harsh. "Yeah, baby, that's right! I got a hard-on for you! Doesn't that
make you happy? That's what you were trying to get out of me, isn't it?" He reached
down under her buttocks and lifted her up off the ground. Joan was forced to put her
arms and legs around him for support, but she was not turned on by what was
happening. She was disgusted. She didn't want to be fucked in anger.
"No, Neil!" she exclaimed urgently. "Not now! Not like this!"
"Oh yeah, right now, I Like this! You asked for it, and you're going to get it!" His voice
rose to a tense crescendo as he reached for his cock and guided it along the wet hairy
slit of his wife's cunt. His turgid rod slipped easily up inside her fleshy yielding hole.
"Uuuuuuuhhh!" Once again, he grabbed her by the hips and began to ride her up and
down his ramrod-stiff cock. "Like that, baby?"
His cruel question brought tears to Joan's eyes. She tried to struggle free, but she was
trapped, pinioned between her husband and the wall. The worst part was she had to
keep clinging to him, for fear of falling and banging her head against the toilet. Her
furious grip on his neck made it look as though she were encouraging her husband's
brutal rape. Her words belied the appearance. "Please, Neil! Please let me down! Don't
do this to meee!"
It was a strange feeling, to have his thick filling cock soaring in and out of her horny
cunt, and to feel the beginnings of the old familiar ecstasy... then to have to drive them
off. She could not let herself enjoy this brutal, insensitive victory of her husband's. She
would fight him to her last gasp.
While his wife continued to fight against him, Neil's excitement grew more and more
intense. The spasmodic caresses of her tight little twat massaging his cock were making
him throb with arousal. The idea of taking her by force right up against the bathroom
wall excited his baser human instincts, made him feel like a rutting animal in heat, he
loving every minute of it. He began to work his cock ever more urgently in and out of
her palpitating pussy. Even though her mind was resisting him, it was clear to Neil that
her cunt was enjoying every hard lusty stroke. It was getting wetter by the second.
It was becoming more and more difficult for Joan to resist Neil's compelling,
plundering rhythm.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" She began to groan in spite of herself. She had wanted him inside her so
badly. And even though it was not happening the way she had planned, her body
craved the stimulation. Her body was winning its own victory over her mind.
"Oooooohhh!"
Neil grinned at her obvious moans of pleasure. His strokes became longer, deeper,
more filling. He wanted to hear her beg for more.
"Feel good, baby? Feel good?"
Still Joan would not let herself give in to the final humiliation of telling him his cock
felt good. She closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to look at his smug leer. Without
seeing him, she could pretend they were sharing mutual passion. She could let herself
flow with the feelings his thick cock was dealing her craving pussy!
"Mmmmmmmmm... uuuuuuhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh baby! You've got a sweet little pussy! It feels good in there, Joanie!" His anger was
melting with the wash of ecstasy that was flooding his being. All he wanted now was
pleasure... the final pleasure of release. "Oh God baby! Jee-zuz!"
Now that Neil's words had lost their bite of anger, Joan felt freer with what was
happening to her. She was becoming intensely aroused. Her body quivered for the
release it had been longing for days. She opened her eyes and looked into his face. He
no longer looked angry. His expression was one of urgent lust.
"Feels good, baby!" he told her.
The dam burst in Joan. She wanted it and she was willing to admit it.
"Oh God Neil fuck me! Fuck me hard! I love the feel of your cock inside me!"
"Oh yeah, baby! I'm going to do it to you!"
While she clung frantically to his neck and buried his face in kisses, he rammed his
cock again and again deep into her soft welcoming cunt-hole. Her little feet pounded
against his buttocks now, urging him in to her.
"Aaaaaggghhh! God, it's good! Oooooohhh, do it."
Her cunt-muscles gripped his prick spasmodically on each outstroke. The sensation was
driving Neil over the brink. He had to go with it. It was too good to deny. "Christ, I'm
cumming! I'm cumming, baby!"
Joan refused to believe her ears. She continued to grind down onto his cock, looking for
her own orgasm. Gradually though, his cock shrank to softness and slipped from her
pussy. She was not to get the orgasm she had been craving. "Uuhhh!" She bit her lip in
hopeless despair as Neil lowered her to the ground.
He kissed her neck quickly, and then he got into the shower. "Christ! I better get
moving or I'm going to be late!" He slid the glass door shut.
While the hard flow of water mingled with Neil's off-tune solo, Joan sat on the toilet
seat and stared dully at his image through the thick glass door. At last, with a long sigh,
she got up and went into the bedroom. She put on a robe and headed for the kitchen
and a cup of coffee. When Neil emerged freshly showered and dressed, smiling broadly,
she was sitting despondently at the table over her half-empty cup.
"Hey, where's breakfast?" he asked cheerfully.
"You can get something on the way to work. I'm not in the mood for cooking." She
didn't look at him.
He reached down and raised her chin. "What's the matter, honey? Are you having a
bad time of the month?" His smile froze on his face. Her angry glare told him she was
not receptive to his good humor. "Okay, I guess I had better be going!"
Joan could not resist a parting barb. "If you're looking for a good story, why don't you
try one on men who bully their wives, Or maybe on the sexual selfishness of married
men?"
Neil's face slowly turned red. "You fucking bitch!" he snarled. He slammed the door
behind him so hard, that it bounced right back open. Joan stared out the open door for
a long time after he had gone. Then, to get herself moving, she had decided on her
walk.
While her mind dwelled on unpleasant memories, Joan had automatically steered
herself back home. She realized she was hungry, and she began to think about what she
wanted to eat. If I can't get satisfaction from sex, maybe I can get it from food, she
thought bitterly.
It was only when she turned into her own driveway that she realized she was not alone.
The friendly German shepherd had decided to follow her after all. When he saw her
looking at him, he sauntered up to be petted.
Joan tried to be annoyed, but secretly she was delighted. She needed company. Being
new in the neighborhood, she hadn't made any friends yet. She decided the company of
a dog was better than no company at all. She would let him stay for a while, and then
she would walk him back to where she had found him. It was only a couple of blocks
away. She kneeled down and rubbed the dog's ears vigorously while he tried to lick her
face...She pulled her head out of reach, giggling with pleasure.
"You're a good old boy, aren't you? Yeah. Come on inside and I'll see if I can find you
something to eat." She stood up. "Are you hungry?"
The dog barked vigorously, and then followed her around the back to the kitchen door.
His eyes followed the pert wriggle of her ass into the house. The dog didn't know it, of
course, but there was a mailman, a milkman and a grocer who would have loved to be
in his paws right at this moment.
Joan turned and held the door open for him. "It's okay, boy. You can come inside."
Assured by the woman that he was on acceptable ground, he padded happily into the
kitchen.


Chapter 2

"Now, let's see... what would be good for a doggie to eat? I know! I've got some leftover
meatloaf in the fridge. Would you like that handsome?"
She looked at the animal inquisitively. He barked at her and wagged his tail. His big
head prodded her hand, looking for a caress.
Joan was delighted with the animal's apparent intelligence. He walked back and forth
between her and the refrigerator. There was no doubt he knew what that big white box
was for. "Okay, boy, okay... coming right up!" She opened the fridge door and
rummaged through the shelves. "Now where the heck did I put that meat loaf?" Again,
the dog barked. "Don't worry, fella," she called back over her shoulder. "I'll find it."
She spotted the foil-wrapped package at the back of the bottom shelf. She bent low and
reached for it. "Aaaiieee!" She stood up ramrod straight in response to a cold wet prod
up between her thighs. Looking around at the dog, she smiled ruefully. "You got me
that time, boy! But you better watch your manners next time or no meatloaf for you."
Joan was dismayed to realize she was shaking. Not so much because she had been
startled by the nosy caress. But because it had titillated her, it had made her frustrated
pussy throb with longing. For a moment, she felt guilty. Then she laughed at herself.
"Don't mind me, fella!" she told the dog. "Here I am accusing you of being a bad boy,
and it's me who's acting like a frustrated old maid... or a dirty old lady." She was very
careful to keep out of the dog's line of fire as she retrieved some vegetables from the
crisper. She was going to make herself a salad.
She cut the meatloaf into generous chunks and put it on the floor for the dog. She put a
bowl full of salad on the table for herself. "I think we ought to celebrate our meeting,
doggie, with a nice glass of wine?" She poured herself a glass of cold Chablis and held it
in the air. "Here's to you, new friend!" The alcohol felt good going down. It warmed
her up.
The dog paid her no attention until his meal was devoured. Then he came and sat at
her side. He laid his big head on her lap. Joan stroked it absently while she toyed with
her salad and downed two glasses of wine.
The more she drank, the more Joan's thoughts returned to that cold wet nose poking
against her tender inner thigh flesh. She had read about women who used their pets for
their own pleasure. The idea had always titillated her, at the same time as it revolted her
sense of decency. She was beginning to understand, though, how horny women let their
dogs lick their pussies.
Every time she looked down at the animal's trusting, brown-eyed stare, Joan felt guilty
about what she was thinking. How could she have such lecherous thoughts about such
a sweet, trusting animal? Every time she thought back to her husband and the
morning's traumatic scene, she remembered why she was having such thoughts. She
and Neil had been married for only four years, but already he was treating her like a
convenient household appliance. Everything had to go his way. And it was his orgasms
that counted, not hers. Once again she vowed, as she had before, that she would never
again try to coax him into making love to her. But she knew the vow was no good. She
would get unbearably horny again, after her anger had died down, and she would lower
herself to try to seduce her reluctant husband once again. She remembered her
accusation that he had another woman and how angry he had become. Could it be
true? Was there someone else?
She brushed the thought from her mind and poured more wine into her glass. She
stared thoughtfully at the big head lying on her lap as she drank. Suddenly she made a
decision.
"I think I'll go change into something a little nicer. Want to come with me, big fella?"
Her walk was unsteady as she headed for the bedroom, the dog at her heels. Part of her
unsteadiness was the alcohol. Part was the excitement that was pounding through her
system. She wasn't exactly sure what was about to happen. But she knew she was
toying with the ide3: of entering onto forbidden ground.
In the bedroom, she pulled off her top and her shorts and threw them onto a chair. Her
panties and bra followed. Naked, she ran her hands searchingly over her full ripe tits,
her tiny waist, her flaring firm hips. She was aware of her cunt throbbing inside the red
thatch of her pubic hair. The sensations were overwhelming. She needed satisfaction so
badly. Maybe she would play with herself, for just a few minutes.
"I'm going to lie down for a while, boy." While the dog watched curiously, she
stretched out on her bed and spread her thighs slightly. She was intensely aware of the
moisture seeping from between her trembling pussy-lips. Her clitoris was pulsing,
swollen with blood, timidly, her fingers worked down over the ivory expanse of her
breast and belly.
A fingertip collided with her sensitized clitoris. "Ooooooohhhh!" The moan was
completely involuntary. As was the abandoned movement with which she spread her
legs wider. They were the gestures of a woman who is deep in heat, who is aching for
sexual gratification. "Mmmmmmm!" The fingertip moved round and round the hard
moist bud of her clitoris. It reached down to her cunt-hole and prodded it for more
moisture. She smeared her juices over her clitoris to intensify the pleasure there.
Her whole body tensed with animal need. She put her fingertips over the top of her
cunt-mound and began to vibrate them eagerly. "Aaaaaaaaaiieeee!"
All the wine she had drunk had made Joan feel completely uninhibited. She felt no guilt
– only intense excitement – about lying spread eagled on her bed vibrating her clitoris
to rock hardness. So absorbed was she in her solitary ecstasy that she almost forgot
about the strange dog sitting next to her bed.
The addition of a sudden new weight on the bed and the brush of a furry leg against
her leg reminded her of the dog. She kept her eyes closed, though, while her being
trembled with anticipation.
What would the animal do? Would he smell her excitement and realize what she was
doing?
The sudden swipe of a long moist tongue over her pussy drove her hand from her cunt
mound, while it drove a low moan of pleasure from deep in her guts. "Aaaaaagghhhhh!
Ooooohhh, jeez!"
It was better than she ever would have imagined. The animal's tongue was incredibly
soft and supple. It made her pussy throb as it had never throbbed before. The
stimulation was sheer erotic bliss.
Automatically, Joan's hips began to hunch upward, looking for more of the dynamite
caresses. Her hands flew to her breasts and she began to massage the lush mounds. She
twirled the nipples into stiff erection. The stimulus intensified the feelings let loose by
the next swipe of the dog's tongue. "Oooooohhhh! Aaiiee, yessssss, doggie darling! Lick
my pussy!"
Her voice sounded slurred to the redhead. She realized she was pretty drunk. But that
thought only increased her excitement. She felt thoroughly wanton, lying drunk and
hot, under the depraved caresses of a dog's tongue. Her mind was aware of only one
goal... the roiling energy that had been seething unreleased inside her body for days.
She was going to get it out! No matter what she had to do! If she had to let a dog lick
her to orgasm!
Again and again, the dog's long silky tongue lapped up over her wet pussy-furrow.
With each millimeter it covered, it dealt incredible doses of sheer excitement. Joan's
hips were writhing wantonly beneath the dog's tongue, thrusting up toward him...
churning under him like an eddy swirl. She was a babbling mass of incoherent
mutterings. Her drink-distorted mind was reveling in a timeless space of flowing raw
energy.
"Uuuuuuhh! Do it like that! Do it to meeeee!" She pulled her feet up to her buttocks
and parted her legs wide. She was totally open to him. There wasn't a spot of her
vulnerable cunt-slit that was hidden from him now. The animal took full advantage of
her cooperation... He lapped all the way up from her puckered asshole over her wet
pussy-hole to her quivering clitoris. The woman's cries of pleasure seemed to egg him
on as much as her sweet-smelling juices did. He showed no signs of giving up on his
lascivious task. The dog was a tireless lover.
"Ooooooohh! It feels good on my ass too!" Through the drunken fog of her
consciousness, Joan realized she was acting as shameless as the most wanton whore. But
she showed no remorse, only wild, no-holds-barred arousal. She was experiencing a
kind of pleasure she had never suspected existed. The alcohol only gave her the courage
to explore it to the hilt.
She thrust her ass-cheeks up off the bed several times, to revel in the perverted thrill of
feeling his tongue on her anus. The stimulation brought her that much closer to the
brink of orgasm. She had had no idea such capacity for pleasure was concealed in that
tiny puckered hole.
Her abandon even gave her the courage to open her eyes and look down at the
depraved spectacle taking place between her lewdly splayed legs. The dog's dark-andtawny 
head worked eagerly between her thighs. She watched his pink tongue emerge
from his mouth, snake-like, and leap for the haven of her pussy. She felt the immediate
raw pleasure the tongue brought. The association between what she was seeing and
what she was feeling titillated her. The dog was licking. Her cunt was on fire. How
bizarre it was! How obscene! How pleasurable!
Her excitement had become such that Joan was no longer able to form any kind of
rational thought. Once again, she closed her eyes and let the feelings flow, dart and
ricochet through her. Her whole body writhed under the talented tongue. It was as if
this dog had been trained in all the secrets of a woman's responses. He was the most
selfless, devoted, skilled lover Joan had ever known.
He asked nothing. He just gave and gave and gave.
"Uuuuuuuhhh! Oooooohhh, darling! Such good things are happening to me! You're
such a wonderful lover!" Her moans and grunts and groans went on for long minutes,
uninterrupted by anything more than the odd moment of intense arousal, when she
thought her orgasm could be no more than a thread's width away. "Oooooohhh...
ooooooohhhhhh!"
As her hip gyrations became more uninhibited, so did the dog's tongue move faster and
freer to keep up with her, he never gave her a moment's respite from the intensity of
her experience. She had no choice but to keep on climbing, climbing to the wanton
peaks of pleasure. Then she could take no more.
"Ooooohh! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Her face was wreathed
in a blissful grin as she gradually slowed the intensity of her wriggling. When she had
worked out the last iota of release-energy, she lay exhausted on the pillow, unmoving.
The dog still licked her, more gently now, lapping up the juices of her release.
Joan had little time to enjoy her ecstasy. A knock on the door brought her quickly to
her feet. She threw on her top and shorts, not bothering with her underwear. The dog
was at the door before she was. He barked a welcome as she opened it wide.
"Hi there, King boy! I wondered what had happened to you!"
An attractive, smiling brunette knelt to pat the dog while Joan watched them guardedly.
She felt both embarrassed and confused.
"I'm... I'm sorry you were worried about him," she said. "I was going to walk him back
the way I walked this morning, to take him home." She grinned sheepishly. "He was
keeping me company while I ate lunch."
"No problem! I saw King follow you this morning. I figured he might be here."
"But... how did you know where I lived?"
"Neighborhood gossip, no one can move in around here without being noticed." She
held out her hand. "My name is Sandy Wheeler." Joan shook hands eagerly. She liked
the looks of this pretty woman, obviously a couple of years younger than herself. Sandy
had a frank, open smile that made Joan feel at ease.
"I'm Joan Carruthers. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"
"I was hoping you'd say that. The real reason I came by was I figured King would be a
good excuse to meet the new girl in the neighborhood."
Joan was embarrassed by the almost empty bottle of wine still sitting on the kitchen
table. She put it in the cupboard and started the coffee perking. To her relief, Sandy
didn't seem to pay any attention to her activities. She was surveying the array of
cookbooks sitting next to the refrigerator.
"Really nice place you've got here. You've made it a lot homier than it was when the
Mansons lived here. "
Two hours went by before either woman noticed what time it was.
"Cripes, I've got to get home and start my old man's dinner cooking. He's a real pain
when he has to go hungry for a while." "Okay, well, I'll see you soon, I hope."
"Sure. I want you and Neil to come over for dinner one night."
Joan's face darkened. "That would be nice. It's kind of hard to predict when Neil will be
available though. He works a lot."
"Sure, must be tough being a newspaperman. The news never rests. Well, we'll figure
something out."
Joan watched the brunette and her dog walk down the driveway side by side. She felt a
momentary twinge of guilt. Sandy seemed to like her. What would she think if she
knew she had just let her dog eat her pussy?
She sighed. She regretted that she had put the wine bottle in the cupboard instead of in
the refrigerator. It would have been so much better cold.


Chapter 3

Sandy and her husband Phil were crazy about each other. They both firmly believed
their marriage had remained so hot because of their lifestyle. They allowed one another
freedom. They had no frustration that they couldn't air or try out on the other. For
instance, Sandy had always been intrigued by the idea of fucking a dog. When she had
finally confessed her most secret perversion to Phil, he had accommodated by bringing
her home a year-old, well-trained German shepherd called King. King had been making
their sex lives more interesting ever since.
There were human lovers too, on the side. But King was part of the family, a second
lover for Sandy.
The young couple feasted on chicken and dumplings while they shared the events of
the day. Phil was assistant manager of a sporting goods store. He was tall, much taller
than Sandy... and handsome. There was never a day, though, when he didn't hurry
home enthusiastically to his pretty wife, even the days when he found himself fucking
some horny customer in the back office of the shop. He loved to share the tales of his
adventures with his childhood sweetheart.
Today had been an uneventful day for Phil. It was Sandy who had the real news to
share.
"I met our new neighbor down in the Mansons' old place today."
"Oh yeah, what's she like?"
"Beautiful... a redhead... but a little strange."
Phil grinned at his wife as she pondered their new neighbor's character. "Sounds good,
do you think she might be interested in a little strange?"
"I think she may already be getting it."
Phil's eyebrows arched. He was always interested in a new, eligible woman.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, for instance, when I arrived today, King was in the house with her."
"So what, you know that rascal will mooch a free meal wherever he can get it."
"Sure but there was more to it than that, her face was flushed, she looked really
embarrassed at first. And she was tipsy."
"Another closet boozer, huh?"
"I don't know if she makes a habit of it. But..." Sandy's face beamed with excitement.
She loved mysteries. Putting together the clues made her feel like Nancy Drew, girl
sleuth... "it seems to me that, if she was going to try to get up the courage to make it
with a dog, she might need to get drunk first. I did the first time."
Phil laughed heartily. He had a full-throated, booming laugh that was contagious. It
was one of the things that made him so many friends. "You're pretty shrewd, baby.
How long have you been working on that one?"
Sandy ignored the playful mockery in his voice.
"Ever since I left her place, I may be all wet, but I just have a hunch. You get a feeling
about people who aren't getting enough of what they need, you know? It doesn't sound
like she gets on very well with her husband either."
Phil pinched his shapely wife's ass as she removed the dishes from in front of him.
"Well, you keep on it, baby and if you come up with anything, let me know. I'm always
ready to help a lady in distress."
She tousled his thick shock of curly chestnut hair. "My knight in shining armor!"...
"Ooooohh!" She scooted away from him as he tried to goose her a second time. She
watched him rise from the table as she rinsed the dishes under the hot water. There was
an awesome bulge in the crotch of his trousers. Phil never wore underwear. Sandy loved
the prominent swell of his cock in the front of his pants. It turned her on, especially
when it was hard the way it was now.
Leaving her dishes in the sink to soak, she hurried over to him and closed her hand
over his groin. His swollen cock made a hard filling handful. She felt little tremors of
lust dance through her body. "What's this for?" she teased him. "Did you get turned on
thinking about the lady down the street?"
"Who needs the lady down the street? All I have to do is look at that sweet little ass of
yours and it swells up like a balloon."
"Mmmmm, I'm glad." Her fingers were busily unzipping his fly. She reached inside and
squeezed the smooth hard flesh of his prick. He grunted softly.
"Jee-zuz, woman... I think I better sit down before I fall down." Phil turned the kitchen
chair away from the table and sat down. He rested his buttocks on the edge to give his
eager wife full access to his throbbing cock. He held his cock at the base and guided her
hand toward the bulging cock-head. "Come on, baby! Suck it!"
The unconcealed lust in her husband's words made Sandy's pussy flare with desire. She
wanted to serve him, to bring him unforgettable pleasure... she wanted to suck his
beautiful cock until it yielded up its thick white load into her hungry belly.
With a primitive grunt, she opened her mouth wide and enclosed his entire cock in hot
sucking flesh. She pulled hard on it with her cheeks, enclosing thy shaft in clinging
warmth. She fluttered her lips as though she were an old toothless lady gumming a
sausage. Once he was groaning aloud with pleasure, she began to bob her head up and
down. Her lips and tongue nibbled and licked him into hard throbbing ecstasy.
Phil's fingers entwined in her long dark hair and urged her head onward in its rhythmic
bobbing motions. "Aaaiiieeee! Oh baby, you have got such a sweet mouth! Shit, it's
great!" He tilted his loins upward slightly, so she could get his prick all the way inside,
every last centimeter. Sandy had the most amazing capacity of any woman he had ever
known. When coaxed, she would take his whole eight inches with no trouble at all. She
said the secret lay in how badly she wanted to do it. Sandy believed in the power of
positive thinking.
"Mmmmmm!" The vibration inside her mouth as she uttered a low humming noise
enhanced the pleasure of her licks and sucks. From time to time she would hold just his
cock-tip inside her mouth while her tongue licked around the rim and her voice kept
up its primal chant. The effect on Phil's libido was electric.
He let go of his wife's hair and clasped the "sides of his chair in lustful disputation. The
assault of Sandy's rhythmic oral caresses was driving him to distraction. He needed to
hang on for dear life to keep from blowing right then and there. He didn't want to give
up yet. He had plans.
"Here, King! Come on... here, boy!" He knew the dog was lying in front of the den
fireplace dozing. It took only moments though for the big animal to heed his master's
summons. He stood inquisitively, a couple of feet from Sandy's up tilted ass, waiting for
his command.
Phil turned his attention to his wife. "Pull that dress up to your waist baby. Let King
see what you've got. Mmmmm, delicious!" Phil sighed with pleasure as Sandy's round
white ass appeared from under the skirt of her dress. As usual she wore no panties. She
liked to be ready for action any time, any where. That was one reason why she
preferred skirts and dresses to pants. She was just an old-fashioned girl who liked the
old-fashioned pleasures.
For just an instant, the brunette raised her mouth from her husband's prick. Her eyes
glistened with eager excitement. "Are you going to let King fuck me? Please?" When
Phil nodded in the affirmative, she uttered a low moan of lust and kissed the tip of his
cock. She began to nibble more abandoned than ever on the flaring glans. Then she
took his rigid shaft deep into her throat and sucked as though her life depended on it.
Already the big dog was nosing the upturned slit between his mistress' ass-cheeks. As
Phil watched with salacious interest, King extended his tongue and licked all the way
up from her clitoris to her asshole. He watched Sandy's ass quiver, heard her voice
quaver with pleasure.
The young husband bent down to get a look at the situation down at the dog's loins.
He was pleased to see the tapered red shaft of King's hard cock protruding from its
sheath, ready for action. "King's got a hard-on, baby," he told his wife lewdly. "I think
he wants to screw you."
Sandy looked up at him. Her eyes were filmed over with excitement. They pleaded with
him along with her voice. "Make him do it to me, Phil. Tell him to fuck me... pleee-ze!"
Reveling now in the master-slave power game they were playing, Phil found a new self
possession. He forced his wife's head roughly back down onto his own stiff prick and
guided it up and down. "That's it, baby! Uuuuuh! You make me feel really nice, and I'll
let King's pointy cock impale that dripping little pussy of yours."
Her husband's words drove Sandy to a fitful passion. She sucked and lapped and licked
for all she was worth, tantalizing his cock with every teaser she had ever heard of. She
could feel it rock hard between her lips. The texture of him when he was really hard
like this drove her nuts. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the juices running down
the insides of her thighs. She wriggled her ass provocatively, reminding both man and
beast what it was she wanted... needed... so desperately.
"Yeah, baby! That's ni-i-i-ce! Shit, yeah! Come King fuck my pussy!"
It was evident that the big dog was as eager for his cue to join in the orgy as were the
humans. He lost no time in wrapping his forelegs around the lush white half-moons of
Sandy's ass. He danced around on his hind legs while he sought purchase in the wet
waiting hole before him. Several times his cock-tip caught in the brunette's little pussy
opening, but each time it fell out. At last, in desperation, the woman reached back and
grabbed the slippery cudgel. She guided it to her pussy and held it there while the dog
shoved forward.
"Aaaagggghhh! God it's so good-d-d!" Her wide staring eyes looked up at her husband
as the dog's stiff cock penetrated deep into her pussy. King was no gentle lover. As soon
as he had impaled her as deeply as he could, he pulled out and shoved again. Within
seconds he had established a staccato fucking rhythm into her spasming pussy. The
woman's face melted with pleasure as she opened her mouth wide and again started
sucking her husband's cock.
"Mmmmmmmm! Uuuuuuuhhh!" She worked her lips over Phil's prick with a new
demonic urgency. The last of her self-control had evaporated with the intrusion of the
big dog-cock. She was pure raging lust, writhing and sucking and making it happen. An
awesome flood rumbled in the depths of her belly, threatening to inundate her every
nerve ending at any moment.
"Jee-zuz, baby! Move it! Look at that sweet little ass of yours go! King's really fucking
you hard, isn't he! Your pussy must be feeling awfully good by now! Suck me, baby...
suck me! Show me how good you feel!"
Sandy did her husband's bidding. With the energy of a caged mink she wriggled her ass
backward and bobbed her head up and down over Phil's stiff cock. She could feel his
prick getting even harder as his excitement started to peak. It was the signal to her that
she was not going to have him hard inside her much longer. She licked urgently, eager
to make the most of these last moments of abandoned ecstasy.
"Oh yeah, baby! It's good!" Phil was as excited as his wife now. It was impossible for
him to look at the titillating sight of his wife's shapely ass flanked by the dog's gyrating
loins without feeling a deep surge of lust. He could feel his hot load heavy in his balls.
He could feel his every nerve ending overloading with excitement. He was riding high...
the kind of high that only his sensual wanton wife could bring him.
Her mouth on his cock was a constant reminder of the emotions that were surging
through her body as the dog's cock penetrated her pussy tunnel again and again and yet
again. She had matched her head motions to King's cock motions. She was one with
the passion flowing through her veins.
"Uuuuuuhhhh! Hhhhhhhnnhh!"
"King's really fucking you good baby!" Phil watched dribbles of saliva dropping from
the dog's mouth onto his wife's back. The sight thrilled him. They were all out of
control. All reveling in their perversion, it was the most satisfying turn-on Phil had ever
known. He was grateful for the day he had decided to bring King home to Sandy. The
three of them made beautiful music together, wild raunchy, satisfying music.
"Do you like that big dog-prick in your sweet little pussy?"
"Oooooooohhhhh... yessss! God-d-d! I'm... cumm-ing!" No sooner had she proclaimed
her victory than her head returned to Phil's cock. She wanted him with her, up there in
wonderland.
Her last eager sucking brought Phil over the top. He had only a short way to go, and
he covered it with a bang.
"Shit, baby! Me too! Here I cummmmm!" Sandy worked urgently to swallow all his hot
jism.
He watched with disbelief as the dog's thrusting motions became shorter and more
intense. All three of them were making it together. It was perverse! But it made him
feel terrific... about his wife, about his marriage, about life! He was getting it off the way
he wanted to get it off! He was doing his own thing!
After the first tumult of release had passed, Sandy looked up at him. Her hair was
disheveled. Her face was flushed. She looked like .she had something urgent to say.
"What is it, baby?" he asked her tenderly, stroking the top of her head.
"Would you like ice cream or cheesecake for dessert?" She burst into giggles and
hugged his waist cozily.
Phil laughed too. She was a great woman, his wife. "What the hell! This is a
celebration! I'll have both! And you know what I want after that!"
His eyes promised. Hers accepted.


Chapter 4

Neil called his wife to make excuses about why he would not be home till late that
night. He would be working, he said, a tough assignment.
In reality, the memory of the morning's argument was still fresh in his mind. He had
no interest in seeing Joan and possibly risking a rematch. It would be better to wait –
until after bedtime when he could slip in unnoticed.
In the meantime, he decided to pay a call on one of his fellow reporters. She was a tall,
Swedish looking blonde by the name of Erika Larsson. She covered the education beat,
and was good at her job. She also had the best-looking pair of legs in the newsroom.
There wasn't a man there who didn't have his eye on her.
Neil and she had occasionally shared assignments. They had gotten on well. Neil was
convinced that, if he made the move, she would be ready to reciprocate. He parked his
car outside the thirties-style apartment house where Erika lived with her roommate, a
student by the name of Connie. One night, after Erika and Neil had been working late
on an assignment the three of them had drunk tea and discussed the world situation for
hours. Neil had been stimulated by the novelty of being alone with two unknown,
beautiful women. Tonight, he figured, if he could not get any farther, he would be
satisfied with some more tea and conversation, anything to forget the misery at home.
There was no answer to Neil's first knock. He was disappointed. Just as he was about to
leave, the door opened. Erika stood there wrapped in a terry bathrobe and a towel
wound turban-style around her head. She smiled warmly at him.
"Neil! How nice to see you! Excuse my appearance. I had to scramble out of the bath!"
"Your appearance is terrific! I'm just sorry I interrupted your soak."
"Hey, that's okay! I can use some company. Connie's off on a week's vacation in
Miami, visiting her latest heart throb. I'm tired of my own conversation."
Neil was elated. The situation was custom-made for his purposes. He tried to conceal
his excitement by casually leafing through a stack of records next to the stereo.
"Why don't you put some music on while I fix us something interesting to drink? You
like strawberry daiquiris?"
"I've never tried one, but I'm the adventurous type. Lay it on me." Neil was surprised
when Erika came back into the living room with the drinks. He expected to see her
dressed in something less casual than her robe. But she had not bothered to change.
She had taken off her head-towel. Her short wet blonde hair lay plastered against her
face. She looked very striking, with her big, clear blue eyes and her prominent bone
structure. Neil couldn't take his eyes off her.
"I hope you don't mind if I stay casual. I like to be comfortable around my own house.
This is all I ever wear here, at most." She giggled and smiled at Neil.
He wasn't absolutely sure, but he thought she was flirting with him. That was a good
sign. And no matter what she said, a woman who entertained a man in her bathrobe
had to have something more than conversation on her mind.
While a Moody Blues album played in the background, they discussed office gossip and
their work until well past dark. Each time Erika went out to get them a fresh drink, she
sat a little closer to him on the couch on her return. Neil was eager, but he had been a
faithful married man for four years. It was hard to break old habits. He felt like he had
perhaps lost the knack for seducing women.
Luckily, Erika was liberated enough to help him out. She reached over and stroked his
hand. "Hey, let me know if I'm getting too personal. But I've got a feeling that you're a
man with trouble on your mind. Anything I can help you with?"
Neil responded easily to her touch. He closed his hand over hers. "It's nice of you to
ask, Erika, but it's probably nothing anybody can help anybody with."
"Marriage problems?"
"How did you guess?"
"They're more common than the cold. You have that look about you. I know it well.
I've never been married, but I've lived with two different men. I wore the same look for
months before each breakup. Made me decide I don't want any more live-in
relationships with the opposite sex. I don't want to waste that much of my life feeling
miserable."
He looked deep into her clear blue eyes. "I'm sorry you've had it rough. You're too nice
a person to suffer."
She laughed. "Aren't we all? But we all do it. The best we can do for one another, I
guess, is making the other guy feel good whenever and however we can."
"It's a nice philosophy, Erika. You're a very impressive woman." Without feeling the
least bit self-conscious, Neil enfolded the big blonde in his arms and locked his mouth
to hers. Their tongues dueled hungrily, with far more abandon than their words had
prepared them for. They both came up breathless.
Erika looked at him and smiled. "Wow!" she said. "That's what I want." She stood up
and untied her bathrobe. She let it fall in a pool at her feet. Neil caught his breath as he
drank in the tantalizing picture of her full, highest tits; her smooth, muscular belly; 
her blonde cunt-mound. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Or
so he believed at this moment.
His stiff pulsing prick told him so.
"Get naked." Her voice had dropped to a low lusty murmur. Neil had no choice but to
obey it. He scrambled out of his clothes as quickly as he could, considering his
nervousness and eagerness that made him all thumbs.
When his hands rested on the smooth, silky flesh of her breasts, however, each finger
instinctively remembered what it had been made for. They stood facing one another,
kissing, while his hands fondled her lush tits and her hands caressed his back and
buttocks.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned lustily as he suddenly slipped a hand down to her cunt.
He shoved his finger right on up inside her clinging pussy. There was no need to go
slowly. She obviously wanted it at least as urgently as he did. She ground her pussy
with rhythmic abandon down onto his impaling finger. Her hand reached for his cock
and squeezed. "You've got a good-feeling cock!"
Her lewd words made his cock pulse eagerly in her hand. The light subtle strokes of her
fingers playing with him made the blood race through his naked body. She was an
expert lover he could tell that already by the way she was fondling his cock. Her very
touch was exquisite agony.
Unable to resist the urgent cry in his throbbing cock, he guided it in along her cunt
furrow. He found the yielding hole that led up into her moist inner recesses and
shoved. He watched her face contort with passion, her tongue run fitfully over her lips
as he drew his mouth from hers.
At once he began to saw his prick in and out of her wet welcoming pussy. The urgent
excitement of screwing right here, standing up in the middle of the living room made
him pant with desire for her, for this uninhibited blonde beauty with the hungry pussy
and the cover-girl face.
Her wild cries filled the room, drowned out the music still coming from the stereo.
"Ooooooohhhhh! Aahhhh, God-d-d, fuck me! Fuck me! It's so good, Neil darling!"
He took a firm grip on her round firm buttocks and thrust his turgid cock again and
again deep into her wet little pussy. "Jeez, it feels good in there, Erika! You're a very
sexy woman! You really turn me on!"
"You turn me on too, Neil! You're the best-looking guy in the newsroom, you know
that? I kept hoping we might have a chance to get together. Uuuuuuhh! God-d-d!" She
thrust her pussy-mound at him as fervently as his cock reamed into her. The way her
cunt squirmed and writhed made his cock grow to awesome hardness. She was so wet
her juices made his cock shine on every quick outstroke.
Neil was enjoying the urgent abandon of their first fuck. But there was a certain strain
to standing up like this. He couldn't shove as deep and as hard as he wanted to,
without fear of his prick slipping out of her upturned hole. He had another idea.
Quickly he pulled out of her. The look of frustrated anxiety on her face made him
yearn for her more intensely than ever. "Come on!" he coaxed her. "Why don't you
kneel down on the floor, I've got a lot of energy I want to work out! I want to get into
you deep!"
He watched the rampaging lust in her eyes as they signaled their acquiescence. She
kneeled on the carpet, leaning her upper torso over a small footstool. Her ass waggled
saucily back at him, begging for his attention.
Already Neil's cock was throbbing with desire to be buried back up in that slick taut
hole. He kneeled in behind her and sent his lusty cudgel homeward. She felt tighter
than ever inside from this position. And he was going deep into her... deep. His blood
swollen rod was immersed to the hilt in wet clinging pussy-flesh.
"Ooooohhh! God, Neil, it's good like this! I can feel every little inch of you this way!
Aaahhh! Do it! Do it!"
"You bet, baby! I couldn't stop this stiff prick now if I wanted to!" He established a
long, deep-thrusting rhythm that goaded his prick into full-swollen excitement. It was a
thrill just to watch the wriggle of her lush rounded ass-cheeks as she squirmed back at
him, begging for more and more of the rigid impalement. "Shit, it's good! You really
love it, don't you, baby? You, just plain, love to screw!"
"God yes I can never get enough of it! My pussy never feels right unless it's split wide
by a long hard one! Mmmmm, Neil... your cock is just super, baby! I love it!"
It was exciting both of them to egg each other on with their words. For the frustrated
young husband, it was a welcome change to fuck a woman who really turned him on,
and who wasn't on him about this and that. It was hard to feel sexually interested in a
woman who was full of nagging and suspicion.
With a wry smile, Neil thought back to Joan's accusation that morning. Well, he hadn't
had another woman then, but he sure as hell did now. And this wasn't going to be his
last get-together with Erika Larson, not if he could help it. She was one, hell of a
woman!
He ran his hands sensually over the hills and crevices of her shapely ass. Her skin felt
good to the touch, and its sexy vibrations helped to increase his excitement. It 
titillated him to realize how much the woman was turned on to his ruthless skewering. A
fingertip found her little asshole and shoved up inside.
"Hhnnnhhhh Ah God yes I love it in the asshole! Stick your finger in me, Neil!"
The excited man was amazed at how easily her anus accommodated his middle finger.
It gobbled it right up. He began to move his finger in and out in time to his cock
motions. The blonde was a groaning mass of quivering energy beneath him. Neil had
not been so aroused since he knew not when. He watched the activity down between
her ass-cheeks with magnetic fascination. "Shit! This is great, Erika!" he exclaimed.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met! You really do it to me, baby!"
"Oooooohhh, Neil! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" The hysteria in her voice revealed that she
was close to climax. Her whole body ground back against Neil's hard-driving cock with
relentless enthusiasm. Her cunt swallowed his cock – her asshole swallowed his finger
– again and again and again, until at last the fiery demons of lust were set free.
"Jee-zuz, I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!" Her wails flooded the room, drowned out the music
still coming from the stereo. "Uh! Uhf Uh!" She was rocking back at him, loosening the
last twinges from deep in her belly.
The tantalizing sensation was more than Neil could resist. He too let go. "Shit, I'm with
you, baby! I'm filling that sweet little pussy of yours, God here it cums!" Neil couldn't
believe the intensity of his orgasm. It was as though he hadn't cum for a month of
Sundays, when in fact it had been only this morning that he had blown his wad into his
wife's twat. This woman was really good for him. She was giving him a whole new
enthusiasm for sex.
When they had recovered enough to be mobile again, Erika went into the kitchen and
brought them back a snack. They ate, naked, lounging on the living room floor,
stroking and kissing one another as the fancy struck them.
"Erika?"
"Mmmmm?" Her face was relaxed in a lazy smile. He was rubbing his hand over her
pussy-mound, and she was getting into it.
"I don't want this to be the last time I see you."
She looked at him matter-of-factly. "Well, neither do I Neil, I think we're good for each
other, we both like to screw."
"I need to be around a woman like you. Someone who accepts me the way I am, who
doesn't have any unreal expectations of me."
"I'm your girl, Neil darling. I'll never try to take you away from your wife. I don't want
a husband. I want a lover."
"Great. We've got a deal then. Now, let me taste that beautiful little pussy of yours...
mmmmmmm!"


Chapter 5

Sandy was not the kind of woman who could be content with a mystery unsolved.
Several days and several visits after she had discovered her dog at Joan's house she still
did not know whether her suspicions were correct. Joan had been very nice and very
sober every other time she had seen her. Sandy was beginning to doubt her sleuthing
powers.
"King, old boy, why don't you and I take a little walk?" she said to her big German
shepherd one cloudy mid-morning after Phil had left for the store. "Maybe you can be
my decoy. We'll see for sure whether my new friend has the hots for you." Sandy was
excited by her plan, and a little bit ashamed of her underhandedness. But she decided
the cause was just. After all, Sandy had no intentions of revealing Joan's secret – if she
had a secret – to anyone but Phil.
All Sandy really wanted to know was whether Joan liked to play as hard as she did. She
took King off his leash about a half-block from Joan's house. Then she stopped and
pretended interest in a colorful flower garden on the corner. When King trotted off
toward the Carruthers' home, Sandy felt a little tingle of satisfaction.
Now, she would give Joan the appropriate amount of time... then she would do a little
spying...
It was the hardest fifteen minutes Sandy had ever waited in her life. Her curiosity was
killing her, but she knew she had to give Joan time to feel secure that she would not be
arriving after the dog. When at last she decided that enough time had elapsed, she
walked quietly around to the back of the Carruthers' house and looked for the bedroom
window. The curtains were drawn, but there was a little crack open at the top. It was
enough for Sandy to peer through.
What she saw brought a lump to her throat and a hot flash to the soft spot up between
her thighs.
Joan was laying spread eagled on the bed stark naked, Sandy's dog King was stretched
out between her legs lapping greedily at her pussy, and Joan obviously loved every
minute of it. Sandy could hear her through the screen.
"Mmmmm yeses. That's the way, boy! I've been waiting so long for you to come back
to me, by yourself. Ouch! Your tongue feels wonderful!" The redhead was writhing
passionately on the bed, caressing her own tits in lustful abandon. Sandy watched her
lips pout, her tongue run feverishly over them... and she felt an overwhelming urge to
be there with Joan. Her own cunt was aching for fulfillment.
She crept around to the back door and let herself in.
Joan had been very pleased to see the dog that morning. Things between her and Neil
had been going from bad to worse lately, and her horniness was becoming more than
she could bear. She had planned to masturbate today. But how much better it was to let
the dog's long slippery tongue lick her to the sweet forgetfulness of orgasm! She tilted
her pelvis up toward the dog's face and rocked her limbs rhythmically forward. The
effect was mind-shattering. "Uuuuhhh!" Hell, yes! Now you're doing it, King baby, Lick
me!"
For the dog, the flavor of the redhead's twat was more alluring than a savory dog
biscuit. He had been trained to respond to this taste before all others. He had been
raised to be the instrument of pleasure for horny women. He had learned his job well.
And he loved his work. His talented tongue worked up from asshole to pussy to clitoris
with obvious relish.
"Uuuhh, God! God, it's good! I gotta have more! I'm getting so close!" The red-headed
housewife was whimpering and moaning like a madwoman. Her eyes closed as she
rocked her head fitfully from side to side on the pillow. Incredible lust tingles were
soaring throughout her receptive body. Her whole being knew only one thing... the
goal... the goal of orgasm. "Jeez, I want it so bad!" Her fingers pinched and rubbed her
tits desperately. She had only a little farther to go.
Sandy was standing just inside the bedroom door, watching the obscene spectacle of her
new friend writhing erotically beneath her dog's tongue. Her own pussy was flowing
freely with excitement. Impulsively, she lifted her short skirt to her waist and inserted a
finger into her moist pussy-slit. The effect was instantaneous. Her clitoris leapt to hard
arousal under her touch. Her cunt-hole throbbed for caresses. She reached farther back
and inserted her finger deep inside her pussy. While her finger stroked in and out, her
thumb teased her blood-engorged clitoris. It was all she could do to keep from moaning
aloud.
But she did not want to disturb Joan. She did not want to rob her friend of a climax she
obviously needed so badly.
Joan's ass was bouncing up and down off her bed like a rubber ball. Her hands were
wandering anxiously over her body as though looking for the trigger release to put her
over the top. Somewhere she, or King, must have touched the right button.
"Aaaaaaiiieee! God! It's happening... I'm cummm-ing!" Her eyes clenched tightly shut,
her face wrenched into a smile of pain-pleasure, she rode the peak and glided down into
sated forgetfulness. "Uuuuuuuhh! So good! It's so good!" Her fingertips scratched the
dog's nose as her body functions gradually slowed to their normal pace.
Sandy was still standing by the doorway, her fingers playing with her pussy. She had
not managed to cum yet. But she was enjoying the lewd sight of Joan's post-orgasm,
wide-splayed splendor. Her eyes were on Joan's when the redhead finally opened her
eyes.
"Oh my God!" Joan murmured in a voice scarcely above a whisper. Her first thought
centered on the horror of being caught right in the throes of her secret depravity. As
her first seizure of fear gradually receded, she became aware of Sandy's own
compromising position. The young brunette was standing naked from the waist down,
her skirt around her waist. She was playing with her pussy. The look of excitement in
the younger woman's eyes told Joan the rest. "It turned you on," she said matter-offactly.
Sandy's finger swirled around and around her clitoris. "Sure it did. You looked so sexy,
Joan. I liked watching you." She approached the bed and sat down on the edge. Her
finger continued to work in her cunt-slit, more gently now.
Joan was too embarrassed to look her new friend in the eye. "But... but, didn't it... I... I
mean... its kind of weird, isn't it?"
Sandy reached out and patted Joan's naked thigh. "Oh no, baby. I do it all the time.
King's been specially trained to make girls feel good."
Joan sat up abruptly. "What? You mean he does this with you?"
"More than that Joan."
"Oh?" Joan's voice was cautious, apprehensive. "He fucks me too, Joan. Phil likes to
watch. It turns us both on."
There was a prolonged silence in the room while the redhead digested this startling
piece of information. Sandy watched her eyes take on a strange glow. There was no
doubt that Joan was titillated by what she had told her. She waited for the right
moment to speak. Her hand stroked Joan's thigh soothingly.
"Would you like to try it, Joan?"
The reply was immediate. "Oh no... no I couldn't."
"Why not, it feels wonderful. And if Neil hasn't been giving you what you need
lately..." During their talks, Joan had given Sandy several hints of the rift between her
and Neil. It was that information that helped give Sandy the courage to make her
suggestion. "Why don't you try it, Joan honey? You don't have to be frightened of
anything. I'll be right here with you."
Before the redhead had time to suspect the other woman's intention, Sandy leaned
forward and closed her mouth over Joan's. The brunette's tongue searched deep into
her friend's throat. Much to her delight and relief, Sandy found Joan's momentary
tension melt into wholehearted reciprocity. Joan's passionate nature was let loose, and
her tongue clashed ardently with Sandy's.
When they came up for air, there was a look of eager lust on Joan's face.
"My God!" she murmured. "I didn't know I had that in me... but it was good, Sandy
really good." She reached out and stroked the younger woman's arm. It surprised her
how natural it felt to be touching another woman, kissing her. She had been taught that
that sort of thing was depraved, forbidden. They had forgotten to tell her it was also
highly pleasurable.
Sandy smiled. Though Joan was her senior she felt so much worldlier than Joan in so
many ways. The redhead was still a child as regards the pleasures of the senses. But she
was 'obviously a very eager and talented learner. Sandy thought it would not be long
before Joan would be ready and willing to try anything and everything that was offered
her. She had seen it happen with other friends. Once a woman began to realize the
infinite capacity for pleasure of her own body, nothing could hold her back... except her
own fears. And Joan did not strike her as the kind of woman to let fear hold her back.
"Isn't it wonderful, all the different ways we can feel good, if we let ourselves? There
was nothing perverted about our kiss, was there? It was just pleasure, like any other
pleasure. That's what it is with King too. He's a way to feel good... so why not?"
Joan was trembling. She was frightened and apprehensive, but excited too. Sandy was
doing some convincing talking, and she was learning. She made no objection when her
friend began to caress the round firm globes of her tits. The other woman's touch was
ever so gentle, yet at the same time highly erotic. It surprised her when Sandy bent
forward and began to suck one sensitive little bud to stiff erection.
Automatically", Joan began to stroke the other woman's head, to hold her close. Sandy
was making her feel so nice. She couldn't help but feel grateful. She lay back on the bed
and drew Sandy with her. They lay in each other's arms while Sandy kissed first one
breast, then the other. "Oooooohh, Sandy... you do it so beautifully. I feel wonderful!"
"You have lovely tits, Joan. I love the feel of the nipples between my lips. Mmmmm!"
The brunette could feel the juices flowing from her pussy once again, partly from the
thrill of kissing the pretty older woman. Partly from the anticipation of what she was
now sure she could talk Joan into.
They lay in their lesbian embrace for a half-hour, touching and kissing and talking
softly. The longer Sandy made love to her, the more fervent became the rising need in
Joan's red thatched pussy. She could not forget what Sandy had suggested she do.
Sandy shoved one finger, and then two, deep into Joan's tight wet cunt-slit. Joan's low
anguished moan told her just how excited she was. Sandy marveled at the wetness of
the other woman's cunt. There was no doubt in her mind that what Joan needed was a
good sound fucking. Determined that the time for action was at hand, Sandy stood up
and quickly removed her dress. She was naked in a flash, enjoying Joan's admiring
stare.
"You have a gorgeous body, Sandy, Such big round tits!" Joan felt little self
consciousness about pulling the other woman down onto her so she could bury her face
in her tits. She had never sucked a woman's nipple before, but the sensation was
tantalizing. Along with Sandy's fingers back up in her cunt, the experience was driving
her to distraction.
"Oooohhhhh... that's nice, Joan... you're making me feel soooo wonderful! God,
darling! Your pussy is so wet! You need to be fucked, darling! Why don't you let King
fuck you?"
The younger woman's crude words seemed to strike a responsive chord in Joan. She
knew with a sudden gut sureness that that was what she did want... that ultimate,
intriguing depravity of feeling a dog's cock spreading her pussy-lips wide. "Ooohh,
yessss," she moaned, her lips still hovering over Sandy's breast. "I gotta have it! I need
to get fucked!"
Sandy lost no time in taking advantage of Joan's surrender. She maneuvered the other
woman onto hands and knees on the bed while she called the dog from his resting
place by the window. She caressed the dog's cock-sheath while she let him smell Joan's
hot pussy. It was only a few minutes before his cock was protruding long and hard and
red from his fur covering.
"It's nice and hard now, Joan," she told her friend "King wants to fuck you, darling.
Stick your ass high in the air!"
Feeling like the most wanton of whores, Joan did as she was told. She rested her head
on the bed while she thrust her ass salaciously into the big dog's face. She was
trembling with excitement. Soon! She wanted to feel that dog-cock in her soon! Before
she lost her nerve! "Oh God Sandy, my pussy's so excited!"
"I know, baby! I can feel it!" Sandy's own pussy was wet with arousal as she reached
down and stroked Joan's cunt one last time before letting the dog have his way. "Up,
boy, up! Come on, King!"
With sure footed ardor, the dog rose onto his hind legs and wrapped his forelegs
around Joan's trembling ass-cheeks. He began to hunch forward, in the primitive search
for pussy. He didn't have to struggle long. Sandy helped him, guided him to his goal...
Joan's slick, pink hole.
Joan became weak with excitement the moment the dog wrapped his paws around her.
There was something so intensely perverted about it. So titillating! She wriggled her
ass-cheeks backward, trying to help him find her cunt. The impalement came sooner
and with more ferocity than she had expected.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Oh by God, Sandy! It's too hard! Make him stop! It's too much!" Joan
felt as though her pussy-lips had just been spread by a pile-driver, so hard and sudden
was the dog's entrance. He began to fuck back and forth with harsh, lunging strokes,
rocking her roughly forward into the bed. She was helpless as a puppet on a string to
resist him. The force of his animal passion was greater than her strength by a long shot.
Sandy stroked her friend's back soothingly. She was kneeling next to the lewdly coupled
pair. Her bright eyes watched the fascinating blur of red dog-cock surging in and out of
Joan's pink wriggling pussy. "Ssshhh darling. It's good! Let yourself relax! God, Joan,
you should see King's beautiful big prick fucking you! It's so exciting!"
The brunette's excitement was raging out of control. She rammed a finger once again
deep into her own pussy and began to stimulate her clitoris with the flat of her hand. It
was the most debauched thing she had ever seen in her life watching the sexy redhead
take her dog's cock deep into her reluctant cunt for the first time. This time she had no
qualms about moaning out her own enjoyment. "Uuuuuhhh! It's sexy Joan, Sexy!"
The obvious depraved arousal in her friend's voice stimulated Joan's own response.
Once she got used to the force of the dog's penetration, she found herself liking it more
and more by the second. She began to thrust her ass timidly back to meet his in
strokes. Her movement increased her titillation.
In her mind was a picture of herself being wildly fucked in her own bedroom by a brute
animal. The idea drove her to frenzied excitement. Never had she enjoyed feelings so
intense, so raunchily, uninhibited. "Oh God, Sandy... it's so good! It's good! I love it!
Shit, I've never been so turned on in my life!"
The young brunette watched for several erotic moments while dog and woman writhed
in the throes of depraved union. Then she could stand it no more. She needed
something for her own pussy... something more than her own hand.
Carefully she moved around on the bed and arranged herself so she was half lying, half
sitting directly in front of Joan. Her pussy was poised right beneath the redhead's face.
Her legs flanked Joan's torso. "Suck my pussy, Joan. Please! I'm dying!"
The other woman's pleading look and urgent words left Joan no choice. At this stage,
she was beyond moral qualms. All she knew was that her friend was in need, and she
could help her. The idea of tasting another woman's cunt had never occurred to her.
But it appealed to her now. She wanted to try it. She wanted to experience everything
she could experience. Sandy had not steered her wrong so far. She had just led her
deeper and deeper into pleasure.
It was not easy for Joan to concentrate on the pink wet slit in front of her. Not with the
ceaseless battering she was taking from the dog's deep-lunging cock. But she managed
to bend far enough to lick her tongue over the pert protrusion of Sandy's clitoris. She
liked the flavor and texture of the slippery nub. Again and again her tongue lapped over
its surface, coaxing it to rock hardness.
"Aaaaiieeee! Joan darling, you're wonderful!" Sandy was holding her pussy-lips apart for
Joan, to make it easier for her to find the center of sensation in her cunt-slit. Though
she realized the other woman had never even kissed another female before today, Sandy
was overawed by the ardor with which Joan took to her task. Joan was a – natural, a
natural-born lover who took to man, woman, or beast with the same enthusiasm.
"Your pussy tastes good, Sandy. Really good! I love eating you, baby!" Joan enjoyed the
sound of her own lewd words. She bent deeper into Sandy's cunt and licked up and
down her trembling pussy-lips. The harder King fucked her, the more ardently she
made oral love to her new girl friend. The taste, the sight, the smell of Sandy's wide
open twat all contributed to her building excitement.
Joan had had dreams about orgies before. But in her wildest imagination she had never
been able to come up with a threesome like she was involved in now. Being fucked by a
dog while she ate another woman's cunt was a scene she would never have imagined
herself involved in. She had crossed a lot of barriers this morning. She would never be
the same woman again.
"Oh God Joan eat me! It's wonderful!"
Sandy was mesmerized by the lewd picture in front of her. First there was the girl,
bending into her cunt, eating her to perfection. Then there was the dog, smiling at
Sandy while he rammed his stiff prick again and again deep into the girl's cunt. It was
utterly obscene. It made Sandy weak with excitement.
For long, groaning moments, the two women and the dog writhed out their mutual
ecstasy. The bedroom resounded with the females' protestations of pleasure. Joan ate
Sandy's cunt greedily. Sandy threw her head back and let her pussy absorb the sweet
sensations of Joan's mouth. King fucked and fucked and fucked, like a machine.
Suddenly Joan could hold back no longer. The flood was overwhelming her. Her pussy
was exploding with pleasure. "God, I'm cumming!" She groaned long and low, driving
out her joy by grinding her ass back at the dog. She was amazed to feel the dog
suddenly rutting tensely into her. The thought that he was cumming in her made her
cum again.
Watching woman and animal climax together drove Sandy over the brink. She shoved
her pussy into Joan's face and let it happen. Her clitoris seemed to spasm in the final
throes of orgasm. It wrenched her free of all thought, all care, for one split second.
"Oh Joan, I'm glad we found each other," she murmured at last.
"So am I! So am I! And what good luck that you have such a talented dog!"
The women hugged the dog and each other.
Joan felt freer than she had in a long time. For once, she wasn't worrying about her and
Neil. Right now, she didn't need him any more than he needed her. She was free... free
of the longing ache in the pit of her belly. She knew now where she could go to make
the ache go away.


Chapter 6

Joan knew what the call would be before she picked up the receiver.
It was six-thirty. She and Neil were due at the Wheelers' for dinner in a half-hour. Neil
had never been very enthusiastic about the idea. He seemed to have a lot on his mind
these days.
"Hi Joan, It's me."
"Funny. I knew it would be you. There must be something special about your ring."
"Yeah... well, uh..." He cleared his throat self-consciously. Joan wished he would get on
with it. "I'm sorry about the dinner thing tonight, honey, but I'm afraid I won't be able
to make it. I'm hot on the trail of a story about corruption at city hall. My editor wants
it for the Saturday paper. I'll have to work my ass off tonight."
"Okay, Neil. I understand. I'm sorry you won't be there. I'd like you to meet the
Wheelers. They're nice people."
"I'm sure they are. I'll meet them one of these days... Are you going to go ahead and go
anyway?"
"Why, sure I am, Sandy s gone to a lot of trouble to make a nice dinner. I'm going to
make sure somebody's there to appreciate it."
"Well, that's great, Joan. You never used to like to go places without me."
"I guess I'm growing up, Neil"
"Yeah... and say, honey, you've been really swell lately... I mean about not bugging me
about anything or anything."
Joan was enjoying her control of the situation. For once, Neil sounded off his guard.
She realized he hadn't quite been able to figure her out lately. "You mean because we
haven't been screwing? Well, I just told myself that there's no point in screwing a man
who doesn't want to screw you, may as well jack off on a cucumber. That way, you
don't get your feelings hurt."
"Yeah... well, I'm glad you understand, Joan. I'll see you later. And have a nice time."
"I will. I'll give your regards to Phil and Sandy."
"Yes. Do that."
"Bye-bye."
Joan called Sandy and told her there would be just one guest for dinner. Her friend was
delighted. "Hey, that's swell, honey. Does that mean we might get to try some of those
new games we were talking about?"
Joan was feeling brave. Her telephone encounter with Neil had left her with the need to
assert herself. "Could be, I'll see you in a few minutes."
"I can hardly wait."
For the last couple of weeks, Sandy had been trying to talk her friend into getting into a
threesome with her and Phil. Joan had been reluctant. It was one thing for a married
lady to screw a dog, but another man? She wasn't sure she could go that far in violating
her marriage vows. Not that she really thought Neil would care. He wasn't much
interested in exercising his rights as husband anyway. Surely that didn't mean she
should let her cunt dry up until he decided to use it again?
Joan went into the bedroom and changed from the demure skirt and blouse she had
been planning to wear into a sexy sheath evening dress. It was cut low in front and
high on the legs. Very flattering to her petite figure, as she drove down to the
Wheelers', she let herself fantasize a bit about Phil. She didn't know him very well yet.
But she liked him. He was a friendly guy, and handsome. She hadn't failed to notice the
outline of his good-sized rock through his jeans. Thinking about it now made her pussy
pulse with anticipation.
Maybe it would be fun, she thought excitedly, to be with Sandy and her husband at the
same time was bound to have definite erotic possibilities. She already knew what a turn
on it was to be with Sandy... and with King.
Maybe they'll let King play too. She giggled to herself.
It was Phil who let her in the front door. He gave her a welcoming bear hug and a
broad grin that made Joan feel instantly good. She had forgotten how important it was
to have a familiar man smile at her like he thought she was sexy and nice and good to
be with.
"It's good to see you. I've been looking forward to getting to know you better. Sandy's
raved about you so much."
Despite herself, Joan blushed. What had Sandy told him? Did he know how much she
liked to fuck his dog? She realized he must. Sandy and he were very close. Sandy had
already told her how they liked to turn one another on with accounts of their sexual
adventures. "She raves about you too." To cover her embarrassment, Joan looked
pointedly at the crotch of his trousers.
Her intention was to embarrass him. It didn't work. He only smiled more eagerly than
ever and guided her through the living room into the kitchen where Sandy was
working. He continued to hold onto her arm even after they had reached the kitchen.
Joan was embarrassed at first. She wasn't sure if Sandy would like it. She wasn't sure if
she liked it.
When Sandy took no notice, but chatted on as happily as usual, Joan relaxed. It was
then she realized how much she liked the strong grip of his hand on her arm. It felt so
wonderfully secure to have a man taking care of her like this.
"Say, Sandy told me your father was a gunsmith. Maybe you'd like to come down and
see my gun collection. It's a good one, if I do say so myself."
Joan looked at Sandy. It was up to her. He was her man. Not for a moment did she
think that Phil's suggestion was innocent.
Sandy grinned at Joan. The redhead realized Sandy knew just what she was thinking.
"You go ahead and take a look at Phil's... collection," she said pointedly. "Dinner's
going to be a while yet." She squeezed Joan's hand as she started to follow Phil toward
the back stairs that led to the basement. "You be yourself, Joan. Do whatever feels right
to you. I just want you to know I'm not the jealous type."
"Thanks, Sandy." Joan's heart beat fast as she followed the big man's well-muscled back
down into the rumpus room. She realized she was soon going to have to make a
decision. She thought she knew what the decision would be. Neil didn't deserve her
loyalty any more.
Phil pointed to a handsome gun case that covered half of one wall. "What do you think,
Joan?"
"They're beautiful." Joan was not in the mood for gun talk... she had had enough of
that as a kid back home. But she made an effort to be polite. She stood dutifully in
front of the case while Phil went over to the bar.
"What's your drink?"
"Bourbon on the rocks will be fine."
"Hey! No girl stuff for you, eh? I like a woman who knows how to appreciate good
liquor. You'll like this stuff. It's the best there is." He handed her a glass and looked
into the glass case with her for several moments.
"We don't really have to talk guns if you don't feel like it, Joan. I just wanted a chance
to talk to you alone for a few minutes. It's usually the best way to get to know
somebody."
Joan turned to him and smiled. "It's a fine collection, Phil. But I have to admit I'm not
much into guns any more. I'd just as soon talk about more personal things too."
She turned to him at the same moment as his eyes searched for hers. Their mouths
met. Their tongues entwined in a desperate search for recognition. The mating of
mouths brought them together in a long embrace that sent thrills soaring through both
their bodies.
"Mmmmmm!" Joan murmured when she at last had a chance to draw new air into her
lungs. "That's nice!" She could not believe the way her whole body was quivering,
weakened by passion. It had been a long time since she had kissed a man for the first
time... a man whom she was deeply attracted to. She had forgotten the kind of
electricity that could be generated by the mere meeting of lips.
"You're a very attractive woman, Joan. I've wanted to do that since the first minute we
met. There's more I've wanted to do." Once again, his lips bore down on hers, more
fiercely this time. His arms wrapped snugly around her back. He pulled her gently
down onto the soft shag carpet.
Joan was powerless to resist his insistent direction. Every quivering inch of her being
demanded that she let him have his way with her. She had missed raw hungry mating
with a man so much. Even if her mind had resisted the idea, her body would have
demanded the satisfaction it had so long craved. She and Neil had not made love for
more than two weeks. It had been much longer since they had loved each other... really
loved each other.
Phil's hands were roaming inquisitively over her body now. While his mouth worked
searchingly over hers, he squeezed her tits, caressed the flowing curves of her waist and
hips. It was only when she felt the raw contact of his fingers on her naked thigh that
she realized he had been pulling her dress up.
"Ooooohh! Oooohh! Oh God!" She moaned like a woman possessed as his lips left hers
and worked down over her body. Her dress was pushed all the way up to her breasts.
His mouth planted tantalizing kisses over her belly, hips and thighs and then came the
contact she had been longing for. He kissed the sensitive throbbing nub of her clitoris.
"Aaamggghhh! Jee-zuz! God, it's good!"
Groaning excitedly, Phil set to work to explore the wet, wide-open slit of his lovely
neighbor's pussy. He kissed and sucked the flaccid flesh, drawing it into his mouth and
gumming it enticingly. The sound of her ecstatic cries and moans was music to his ears.
Sandy had told him what a passionate woman Joan Carruthers was. Her description
hadn't half done her justice.
"Hhhnnnnhh! Eeee! Aaiieeee!" Joan was reveling wantonly in the talented
manipulations of her neighbor's husband's tongue. She had forgotten how tantalizing it
could be to feel a man's mouth making love to her cunt. His teeth on her clitoris, his
lips sucking her pussy-lips, his tongue stabbing her cunt-hole drove her wild. When his
tongue snaked all the way down and stabbed the puckered sphincter of her anus, she
thought she would go out of her mind with arousal. It was all so intensely stimulating.
Phil was a wonderful, energetic lover. Sandy was a lucky woman. "Oh God! Do it to
me, Phil! Oh God, my pussy has never felt this wonderful! Never!"
The young husband could scarcely keep up with the redhead's grinds and contortions.
She was churning her ass down against his face with demonic urgency. It was obvious
the pretty wife had been neglected too long. She was brimming over with erotic energy!
"Your cunt tastes great, Joan! Jeez, you're hot!" He growled eagerly into her open
pussy-slit before sending his tongue deep up between her fluttering cunt-lips.
"Oooohhh! Ooooooohh!"
Joan's wails had penetrated to the upstairs region. Eager to find out what her husband
and her best friend had got them selves into; Sandy tiptoed down the stairs, King close
at her heels. He too was curious to see what all the fuss was about. Sandy grabbed hold
of his collar, so he would not disturb Phil and Joan just yet. She wanted to watch them
getting to know each other.
It was stimulating to watch her two favorite lovers together. She felt like a matchmaker,
modern style. As she watched Joan writhing under Phil's talented tonguing, she thought
about how good it felt Jo have his mouth on her own genitals. The thought, as well as
the sight, made her pussy flutter with vicarious lust. She felt King prod his cold nose up
under her skirt and she trembled with excitement. She wanted to be a part of the orgy
too, along with her dog.
Sandy went over to Phil and Joan and knelt beside them. She stroked both of them and
watched them look up at her. "I'm glad to see you two are enjoying yourselves," she
murmured. "Isn't he a wonderful lover, Joan darling?"
Joan smiled. She could scarcely believe that her friend was able to share her husband so
calmly. The brunette was truly an exceptional woman. Joan felt a fleeting pang of envy.
Sandy had everything. The feeling slipped now, she had no one to envy. She had all she
wanted right here on the basement rug with her. "He is wonderful, Sandy. Come here.
Kiss me."
The redhead got new stimulation out of being able to experience oral excitement alone
with her genital arousal. Her tongue stabbed deep into Sandy's throat while her cunt
rocked rhythmically up in search of Phil's tongue in her cunt-slit. "Mmmmmmmm!"
The man could feel his cock rock hard inside his pants and he thought about what was
happening here on the bedroom floor. His wife was kissing their pretty neighbor while
he ate her pussy. The thought made him eager to sink his prick deep into something
warm and wet. Quickly, he scrambled out of his pants. He was naked almost before
Joan could miss his mouth on her pussy. "I'm going to screw you now, Joan," he told
her in a voice thick with lust.
Her only answer was a low groan and the upward tilt of her beckoning pussy-mound.
Her mouth mated more hungrily than ever with his wife's.
Sandy could not resist the opportunity to watch her husband's cock penetrating Joan's
greedy pussy. She pulled away from their kiss and began to massage Joan's tits. Her
fingers brought the redhead's pink nipples into pert erection.
"Mmmm, that's nice, Sandy," Joan murmured. Her attention was only half on the
activity at her breasts. What she was waiting for was the penetration of Phil's stiff cock.
She peered around Sandy's head for a glimpse of the throbbing purple cudgel as it
poised over her pussy. "Oh God! Stick it in me!" Her excitement was without bound.
Only now did she realize just how intensely she wanted cock... good thick, filling man
cock. "Eeeee!"
Phil grunted passionately as his swollen prick soared far into Joan's clinging pussy-hole.
He could feel her cunt-walls spasming, celebrating his presence with 'fluttery little
movements that drove his cock to distraction.
"Fuck her, Phil! Fuck her!" Sandy could bear the sensual agony of being spectator no
longer. She watched her husband's long hard cock-shaft moving in and out of her
friend's pussy and she knew that she had to be fucked too. And there was someone here
who could give her just what she wanted. "Come on, King here boy!" She pulled her
skirt up over her waist and presented the swelling half-moons of her naked ass-cheeks
for her dog's inspection.
The big German shepherd had been sitting close to the orgy scene, anxious for his call
to play. At the sound of his mistress' voice, he rose to his feet and trotted right up to
her up tilted ass. He began to nose her moist crevice cozily.
"Mmmmm! Feels good!" Sandy trembled with excitement as her dog's paws closed
around her hips. She felt the stiff shaft of his cock bang against her thigh. King was
ready for her. With debased fervor, she bent forward and sucked her girl friend's nipple.
She was waiting for the golden moment when the dog's cock would penetrate her eager
pussy.
Sense stimulating was assaulting Joan's nerve endings from every direction. The steady
pummeling of Phil's cock moving in and out of her clinging cunt was driving her to
distraction. Sandy's mouth on her breast felt wonderful, and even more provocative was
the thought that Sandy was about to get fucked by the dog. The redhead thrust her
cunt energetically up to meet the big man's hard-driving cock. "Oooooohhhheeeeeeee!
DO it to me, Phil! It's so good!"
At the sound of Joan's distorted voice, Sandy reached back and grabbed the dog's
dangling prick. She could wait no longer for him to try to find his target. She led his
cock to her opening and waited for the magic moment.
"Aaaiiieeee! Jeez! It's in meee!"
Phil had never been present at an orgy as wanton as this impromptu foursome. He
watched Joan's face screwed up with the pain-pleasure his hard-hammering cock was
dealing her welcoming pussy. He watched his own wife, bent over Joan's tits, taking the
dog's cock deep into her cunt. These two women were incredible, the most lascivious
females he had ever encountered.
That he should be alone with both of them at the same time only went to prove that he
must have been born under a lucky star.
"Shit, you women are fantastic!" He reached over and pinched his wife's nipple, just to
let her know he was thinking about her. Then he knelt in earnest into his attack,
sending his cock penetrating deep into the redhead's moist inner recesses.
Sandy sucked only sporadically on Joan's tit now. She was being driven slowly over the
peak into ecstasy by the staccato hammering blows of King's cock. Her pussy had
learned to relax before his feverish long strokes. Every block was down. She was a
kneeling marionette, welcoming his tapered cock into her cunt again and again and
again. "Aaaaahh! Jeez, it's good!"
Joan was beside herself with pleasure. It had been such a long time since a man had
fucked her with such eager abandon. She thrust her cunt upward to swallow his cock
on every in stroke. She wanted as much of him as she could get. She wanted to make
these wanton moments last forever. Her hands roamed over Sandy's dangling breasts
and back. She thrilled at the tremors that ran through the brunette's body from the
dog's energetic fucking.
It was a titillating experience to be with her girl friend while they were both getting
fucked like this. It was straight out of somebody's fantasy... only too far out for Joan
ever to have thought up.
"Hhhhnnhhh! Ooohhh! Wonderful!"
It surprised everyone when Sandy proclaimed her victory. "Ahhh! Ooooohh! I'm
cumming, darlings! Aaiieeee!"
Joan opened her eyes wide and watched Sandy bang her ass hard back against the dog's
loins. She thought she could feel the ecstasy Sandy was feeling. Then she realized she
too was making it.
"Oh! Oh! Me too! I'm cummmmm-ing-g!" Phil's cock rammed into Joan's cunt more
eagerly than ever. He did not want to be left behind. He wanted to join the women on
their ride through wonderland. The spasmodic clutching of Joan's climaxing pussy
drove him to it. "Look out, baby! I'm blowing! Shit! Aaaahhhhhh!" The anguish in his
face relaxed as he felt the warm wet waves flow from his body into hers. He had never
known such an overwhelming feeling of completion. He felt just plain good.
He looked at the women, then at the dog. They were all collapsed, relaxed. He realized
the animal must have cum along with the humans. The chain was complete.
"Anybody hungry?" Sandy asked lazily. "There's a hell of a good dinner waiting up
there."
"Then let's go do it!" Phil rose to his feet and pulled the two women up. "Hey, I can't
decide whether to dress or undress for dinner." He still wore his socks. The women still
wore their dresses, in crumpled disarray now.
"Everybody naked!" Sandy decided.
Joan was for it. She wanted to be sure there would be more of the good stuff after
dinner. She had a lot of catching up to do tonight. She kissed both Phil and Sandy
before following them upstairs. "You're the best friends a girl ever had!" she told them.
She patted the big German shepherd on the head. "You too boy, you too!"


Chapter 7

Joan felt like a new woman.
Nothing bothered her any more. She was on top of the world. Every day brought new
stimulation, new excitement. She didn't spend much time at home. What was the
point? Neil was never there.
She, Sandy, Phil and King were just like one big happy family. Now that her friends
had given her a new infusion of self-confidence, Joan felt much more tolerant toward
Neil. She understood that men went through a phase sometimes when sex wasn't as
important to them. She read that in a psychology book somewhere. She would give him
some time to come around, if he was going to come around. Otherwise it would mean
the end of their marriage. To her own amazement, she didn't feel any real preference
toward one outcome or the other. Her marriage just was not the most important part of
her life right now.
She was awakened one night by an unexpected presence in her bed. At first she was
frightened. It didn't occur to her it might be Neil. It had been months since he had
snuck into her bed in the middle of the night.
But it was Neil, with something hard protruding from between his legs. Joan could feel
it poking through the covers. Then, when he threw the covers back, it was grazing
against her thigh.
"Night, Erika"... "Just got home baby. I took one look at you lying there, and I just had
to have you."
Joan could smell alcohol on his breath. But he wasn't drunk, just tipsy. She was totally
confused by his amorous approach, but in no position to fight it. Sleep still clouded her
vision and her mind.
She felt a hand snake up between her thighs and prod at the sensitive nubbin of her
clitoris. Automatically she wriggled downward, giving him easier access to her fleshy
slit. "Mmmmm... feels good," she murmured. She was still reluctant to move or say too
much. She wasn't sure that she wasn't having a sweet dream.
"Lie down beside me, baby. Shove your ass back against me. There! I've missed your
cute little squirming ass."
Raunchy lust-pangs soared through Joan's awakening body. This was too good to be
true. Neil's long hard cock was prodding against her ass-crevice, sneaking in along her
sensitized slit. He was going to stick it in her. A, middle-of-the-night fuck! One of her
favorite things!
"Ooooohh, Neil darling! Feels good! Feels really good!"
"Do you want me in you, baby? Tell me how much you want it!"
The excitement in his words stimulated Joan. She wriggled her ass suggestively against
his cock. His hands had reached around and were caressing her breasts. She could feel
the nipples stiffening. "Oooohh! Stick it in me, Neil darling! I want it! I want you to
fuck meeee!"
"Jee-uz! I want it too, baby! Here it comes!" With a low grunt, he shoved forward. His
cock slid deep into her moist receptive pussy-hole. Her cunt-muscles clutched at his
hardness, welcomed him, and clung to him as he pulled back. Then once again he
drove his prick far inside. Her groan was pure naked pleasure. She was tuned into him.
He was plugged into her. "Sweet pussy baby, that's sweet pussy!"
The excitement was more than Joan could bear. To be awakened in the middle of the
night like this, by a hard ready cock, was every girl's dream. Her defenses were
completely down. She was totally uninhibited. She came without effort. "Ooooohh...
gaw-w-w-d! It's sooooo good! You're making me cummmm, baby!"
It was just the way it used to be between them. Right now, Neil seemed to her like the
most perfect lover in the world. His cock was driving her to exquisite ecstasy with a
hard, titillating sureness. She could think of nowhere she would rather be at this
moment. Of no cock she would rather feel soaring deep into her quivering pussy. His
cock was penetrating all the way to her cervix. As he kept on fucking, another orgasm
rolled from her inner depths. "Aaaaiiieeeeee! Oooohhh! Oh! Again! I'm cumming
again!"
Her mouth fell open her eyes stared into darkness as she rode the wild waves of perfect
joy. "Mmmmm..."
It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision for Neil to creep into his wife's bed tonight.
He had been avoiding making love to her more and more, partly because he didn't
want any hassles partly because he felt guilty about Erika. He and his new lover had
been fucking their brains out almost every night.
When he walked into the bedroom tonight though, and saw Joan's tousled red curls
lying on the pillow, he felt a strange tenderness. A feeling he had not experienced for
many months. He remembered how he had told her he was "her man" and she was "his
woman". He remembered how good her pussy felt in the middle of the night, and he
wanted to fuck her, right then.
As he rammed his cock again and again deep into her moist cunt, he found it
impossible to remember why they had ever become estranged. She was such a sexy
woman. Her pussy was so hot and wet and tight. It made him feel like a million dollars
to have her heated cunt-walls massaging his into rock-hard erection. "Uuuuuh, Joan
baby... I'm missed you! You feel good, baby!"
He had stopped for a couple of drinks on the way home. Perhaps he was feeling more
sentimental than usual. But whatever it was, his cock was sending back good messages.
He didn't know when he had ever been so turned on.
Now he fully understood why men have always had mistresses. It made all sex better...
even with his wife.
Her small frame enclosed in his arms was such a contrast to Erika's statuesque
voluptuousness and each in their own way felt wonderful.
Neil felt like a primitive, all-conquering male, one woman downtown and another at
home. He needed variety to keep spice in his life. It had been foolish of him to let
things get so bad between him and Joan. He was missing out on a lot of good fucking.
Now he felt he wanted to enjoy both of them. He was beginning to think he could have
his cake and eat it too... cake being cunt...
Eating sounded like a good idea. Now that he was so thoroughly turned on, he wanted
to immerse himself in his wife's womanliness. He threw her blankets roughly onto the
floor. Then, turning her onto her back, he crawled between her legs and spread her
pussy-lips wide. His tongue snaked out and stabbed her clitoris.
"Ooooohhh! Neil baby! You're beautiful!" Though her mind told her she had to be
awake, Joan still could not believe what was happening. Neil and she had not made this
kind of full-bodied love since who-knew-when. He was driving her out of her mind.
Lately she had been thinking about what a wonderful lover Phil was, forgetting about
the fantastic he-man hidden inside her own husband. She wound her fingers in his hair
and held his face close to her exploding pussy. His tongue was working fitfully over her
clitoris and her pussy-flanges, driving her up, up... "Uuuuuuuhhhhh... yessssss!"
He could feel the warm flow of moisture ooze from her pussy as she came one more
time. He reveled in the taste of her excitement, gobbling her juices hungrily. At last
though, his cock could stand it no more. He had to stick it in her again!
He scrambled up over her and shoved his cock deep into her cunt for the second time
that evening. Once again, her cunt-muscles massaged him to a fine peak of arousal.
This time, he let himself go with the feelings. He rammed his prick faster and faster up
inside as the tension in his balls rose to awesome proportions. He was ready to blow.
But he wanted to bring her over the top one more time first. "Ah, shit, baby, I love,
fucking you! I love fucking your sweet pussy! Does it feel good, baby? Are you getting
up there again?"
The jack-hammer rhythm of her husband's hard-pummeling cock had pushed Joan up
to a place where she scarcely knew whether it was night or day. All she knew was that
stiff filling prick forcing her cunt-walls asunder, driving her to the outer limits of
orgiastic satisfaction. She thrust her cunt hard upward to meet his every stroke. She was
fully awake now. She knew it was for real. She was in heaven. Fucking the way she
liked it... hard and fast with an endless succession or orgasms.
"Ooohh, Joanie, you're so wet inside, baby!" "God it's good, Neil! I feel so damn
wonderful! Ah, jee-zuz-z-z-z! I'm cumming!"
That was Neil's signal to let go. He gave himself up to the good feelings, and a moment
later his cock was spurting what seemed like gallons of hot wet jism deep into her
welcoming pussy. He shoved again and again far into her spasming hole, filling her,
emptying his balls of their precious load. "Mmmm, baby!"
Only the sound of heavy breathing disturbed the silence for the next five minutes. Joan
ran her hand gently through Neil's hair, stroking him, loving him thanking him for the
special gift he had just given her. "That was beautiful, baby," she murmured at last. She
had forgotten that extra-special ingredient that made fucking just that much better. It
was the love... the love shared exclusively between one man and one woman.
Neil was still her man. Tears sprang to her eyes. He loved her! He still loved her! She
fell asleep in the midst of feelings of joy and love and guilt.
Could she still be the same lover to her man, after what she had been through lately?
She vowed she would make up to him for all the times she had been unfaithful with
Phil.
The next morning she swore to herself she would take no more men lovers. To ensure
that she would be true to her oath, she made a special request to her husband.
"Neil, darling, how would you like to buy me a dog? Sandy's told me about a kennel
where they raise wonderful German shepherds."


Chapter 8

Neil thought he had finally learned the secret of keeping women happy. All a guy had
to do was fuck them hard and regularly. And they kept purring like kittens.
The problem with his wife had been that he had tired of the monotony of their
relationship. Sex in the same old way with the same old woman – even if she was a
gorgeous twenty-five-year-old redhead – just plain turned him off.
His affair with Erika changed all that. It gave him the self-confidence he needed to
experiment with his sexuality. Now he was keeping two women happy.
He rang the doorbell of Erika's apartment, whistling to himself. He could hardly wait to
see the look on her face when she saw the surprise he had brought her.
"Neil! Come on in! Who's your handsome friend?"
He led the German shepherd into the apartment. "His name is Ko. And he's for you."
He handed her the leash. His face wore a proud grin.
"Well... thank you, Neil." Erika looked dubious. "I've never had a dog before. What do
I do with him?"
"Feed him. Take him for long walks to make sure he doesn't shit in the apartment. He
won't be any trouble. He's been well trained."
Erika searched her mind frantically for excuses. She had no intention of living with a
big lumbering dog. "Whatever made you think of it, Neil?"
"Joan decided she wanted a dog to keep her company when I'm away. I figured it was a
good idea. Every woman should have a guard dog when she's living alone. When I was
at the kennel, I decided to buy two. I don't want anything to happen to you, either."
"That's very sweet of you, Neil. But..." An idea struck. "...Connie doesn't like dogs.
She'd never put up with it."
"Ko is a great dog. At least give him a chance." He engulfed her in his arms and gave
her a long searching kiss.
"It was very sweet of you, Neil. Okay, I'll give him a week's probation."
"Good girl." The dog was already far from Neil's mind. "Now for you my pretty, do you
realize it's been three whole days since my cock has penetrated that delectable cunt of
yours?"
"I know, darling. It's been awful. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about
that beautiful cock of yours. Where is it? Come on. Let me see it."
"Would a gentleman say 'no' to a lady?"
She fell to her knees on the living room rug and crawled in between his legs. Her
fingers struggled deftly with his zipper. Within seconds his cock, already half hard, was
swinging free of his fly.
"Mmmm, I love it." She held it in her hand like a Popsicle and began to nibble greedily
on the swelling head. Her lips worked expertly, pinching and pulling and stabbing at
him. In no time at all he was hard and throbbing in her hand.
He grinned down at her and stroked her hair. "You sure are good at that, baby."
"Mm-mmm. That's because I love to practice so much." She opened her mouth wide
and took the whole turgid shaft deep into her throat. Her blonde head bent over his lap
and began to establish a rhythmic bobbing motion. Up and down, up and down... her
moist lips teased his prick into palpitating steel hardness. He had never known a
woman with such a talent for sucking cock. She seemed to be all lips and gums with his
prick in her mouth.
"Ah! Jeez! Suck it, baby! Suck it!"
Groaning with hungry submission, she worked her head more frantically up and down.
She reveled in the fleshy texture of his rubbery cock between her lips. She caressed it
with her tongue, winding it around and around his pulsing rod. Her tongue seemed to
catch on the ridge separating head and shaft on each stroke. The extra little pressure
she applied there made him grunt ecstatically.
Anxious to taste all of him, she nibbled all the way down past the base of his prick to
his hair-sprinkled balls. She took first one, then the other into her mouth, gumming it
with greedy zeal. The sensations catapulted wildly through Neil's aroused body as she
pulled his pants all the way down to his thighs, to give her better access to the fleshy
parts she loved to touch and suck and fuck.
"Oooohh, baby, my pussy's so wet for you!" She looked up at him with lust-clouded
eyes. Her fingertips continued to fondle his balls while one hand raised her skirt up
over her hips. Suddenly she stood up in front of him.
"Pull my panties down for me," she told him.
Neil was eager to oblige. He drew the flimsy garment down over the lush swells of her
hips and let them fall in a pool at her feet. She stepped nimbly out of them and he
watched her blonde cunt-hair hover over him as she slowly sat down on his cock. The
instant cock touched pussy was nirvana for both of them.
He grasped her hips and pulled her harshly down onto his up thrusting cock.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Oh Neil, how good it feels! What a lovely, filling cock, baby!" Her sultry
look made his prick throb inside her wet enveloping cunt. He began to guide her hips
upward, coaxing her to establish a fucking rhythm over his stiff cock.
"What a sweet pussy you got, baby! Come on! Move those hips of yours! Fuck me,
baby!"
He leaned back against the couch, yielding his loins up to her as she began to bounce
up and down – on his stiff prick. For a few moments, he let himself be completely
passive. She was the aggressor now. She was fucking him till he couldn't see straight.
The tantalizing hot clasp of her cunt-walls wielded their hypnotic magic. They were all
that existed for Neil. Their clutching warm dampness made his prick swell to aching
proportions. He was lost in a valley of hot delight. He was going deeper than any man
had ever gone before. He could feel his cock-tip grazing her cervix. She shuddered with
pleasure each time they made that intense contact.
"Oooooohh! Oohhh, Neil! I love it! I love it!" She was riding him like a queen on a
stallion now. Her arms waved high in the air. She tossed her thick blonde hair from
side to side around her head. Her ass moved non-stop, compulsively. The force with
which her cunt drove down over his prick became more and more intense. Until each
clash was like a mini-orgasm for both of them. They both groaned like wildcats, out of
control, grooving on pleasure.
Neil knew it would not be long before he would have to let go, to fill her full of what he
had for her. He grabbed firm hold of her hips and began to take the lead in their
orgiastic mating. He shoved up against her, again and again and again. Each time, his
cock-head seemed to penetrate even farther than the time before. He was shoving it to
her as hard as he could. He was going to drive the orgasm out of her, if it was the last
thing he did.
"Uuuuuhh... ooooohhh... Jee-zuz, I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming!"
"That's it, baby! I'm doing it too! Love to cum with you, baby! Hhnnhh!" He let it
shoot out of him filling her spasming belly to overflowing. The relief was sweet. She lay
collapsed across his lap for several moments before she fell over him and sat back on
the couch, legs spread, mind exhausted, body sated.
It surprised both of them when the big German shepherd – whom they had both
completely forgotten – walked over and sat between Erika's legs. The biggest surprise
came when he started to lick the dripping cum from her tremulous pussy-lips. "Holy
God!" Erika exclaimed. "Where did you get this dog? Is he some kind of pervert?" She
started to giggle, but the giggles soon turned to wanton moans.
"I guess he smelled it and it turned him on." Neil watched fascinated as the long pink
tongue licked again and again up the blonde-fringed expanse of his girl friend's pink
pussy. Neither one of them thought to push the dog away. Erika was too excited by his
attentions. And so was Neil.
It was the lewdest thing the young reporter had ever witnessed: an animal licking
hungrily at a woman's wide-splayed pussy. The effect was obviously at least as good as
that of a human tongue. Erika was once again lost in the throes of erotic abandon.
The big blonde looked up "at him, as though pleading for help. Her eyes were clouded
with lust. Her mouth hung open slackly. "Jeez, it's good, Neil! I didn't know I had
anything left in me, but the dog seems to have found it!"
Neil's own excitement was increasing by leaps and bounds. He could feel stirrings in
his flaccid cock. "Come on, boy! Come on, Ko! Make her cum!" He watched awestruck
as the look of abandon in his lover's face grew to crisis proportions.
"Ooooohh... God, Neil... I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!" Her surprised cry faded
into incoherent mewls of pleasure. The dog continued to lick her for a few moments
longer, then, as if he knew his task was done, he went over and stretched out in a
comer.
As her crisis gradually passed, Erika struggled to sit up straight. She didn't get far.
"Not yet, baby! I'm not through with you!" Neil had stripped off his clothes. His cock
swayed menacingly at her as he stretched her out on the cushions. "I'm going to have
to do it to you again, baby! I can't walk around with this thing in my way!"
Erika was enthusiastic. She welcomed his prick back into her pussy with a low moan of
joy. "Mmmmmm... nice!"
It was a particularly arduous evening for the lovers. Erika told Neil before he left that
she might decide to keep the dog after all. He joked that she had better not learn to like
dog-tongue better than man-tongue, or he'd have to take the dog back himself.
They parted in good spirits. Neither one fully realized as yet that Neil had just left a
canine Don Juan in his mistress' apartment.


Chapter 9

Neil told Joan he would be out of town all weekend, attending a convention. In fact he
had planned all along to spend only Saturday at the convention. Saturday night and
Sunday, he wanted to spend with Erika. It was nice to enjoy a home away from home
from time to time, with wanton female bed company.
Saturday night, Neil and his blonde girl friend consumed a sumptuous meal with lots of
wine. They got quite tipsy and made love for long, passionate hours. They even got the
dog into the act once. He licked Erika's twat while Neil had her suck his cock. Both of
them enjoyed a powerful orgasm.
Sunday morning, Neil was up and full of energy by nine. Erika was a late sleeper.
When he was unable to arouse her, he decided to walk down to the store and bring
them back some treats for their Sunday brunch.
He bent over and kissed her petal-soft earlobe. "See you in an hour or so, honey. I'm
going to go hunting for surprises."
"Mmmmm. Okay." Her reply was thick. Within moments, she was breathing evenly
again, lost to the world.
Neil only got as far as the corner when he realized he had left his wallet in his other
pants back at the apartment. He let himself in quietly to keep from disturbing Erika.
It was Erika that disturbed him, with a loud groan that shattered the silence of the
apartment. "Ooooohhhh, God!"
Neil was frightened for her. His first thought was about prowlers and mad rapists. He
had opened the bedroom door just a crack when he discovered how wrong he was.
His blonde girl friend was kneeling on the bed, her ass thrust invitingly in the air. The
dog Ko was in the process of mounting her, looking for purchase in her waiting pussy
hole. His red tapered cock thrust in between her buttocks. Each time, the shiny cudgel
slipped useless down along her thigh.
Erika groaned in frustration. "Oooooohh, Ko darling! Get it in me! I want it so bad!"
Neil was rooted to his spot just outside the entrance to the bedroom. He was
experiencing mixed feelings, of disgust and of raging titillation. Erika was being
perfectly perverted, trying to get the big animal to fuck her. He was not sure he liked
the idea of sharing her cunt with a dog. But he did like watching her wanton
perversion. It was a turn-on to see her debase herself like this, to urge the dog to fuck
her. Her white round ass swaying in the air was stimulating his prick to turgid
readiness inside his pants. He decided to stay in his hiding place and watch what
happened. If Erika could fuck a dog, he could be a voyeur. Again and again, the big
beast thrust his swollen red cock forward in desperate search of a warm wet hiding
place. Occasionally, the tapered tip would catch hold and Erika would hold her breath
with excitement. But he always lost his grip, slipping reluctantly from her and trying
eagerly once again to sink his prick in deep.
At last the big blonde could stand it no longer. "Mmmmmm, baby, let me help you! Let
me put it in for you, Ko darling!" She reached under and grasped his tapered cudgel.
Once she had guided it to the entrance to her cunt, the dog shoved forward hard.
"Aaaamgggghhhh! Ooooohhh God! God! It's so filling in meeee!" Her lovely face
contorted in a bizarre combination of pain pleasure. She began to pump her ass
backward, cooperating with the animal's jackhammer strokes. She wailed like a cat in
heat as he battered her widespread pussy with his long driving instrument.
Neil's mouth dropped open in amazement. He had heard about women fucking dogs in
sex shows down in Mexico, but he had never imagined respectable women doing that
sort of thing in their own home. Especially his own girl friend!
Erika was taking the big dog's cock into her greedy pussy with the enthusiasm of a
woman who hasn't been fucked in a month. It irked the man that she should need to
indulge in such perversion when she had his own ever ready cock to play with.
At the same time, though, he was undeniably excited. Watching the dog's hard red
prick gliding smoothly in and out of her clenching pink pussy was the most obscene
occupation he could ever have imagined for a quiet Sunday morning. The animal's
paws clutching her smooth white hips set off the lewd contrast between woman and
beast. The most titillating aspect of all was Erika's continuous animated moaning. She
was obviously getting the hell screwed out of her and loving every minute of it.
"Aaaiiieeeee! Ooooohhh! It's soooo good, Ko baby! Do it! Do it to meee!" Her blonde
hair flailed wildly about her face as she thrust her buttocks again and again back against
his hairy loins. Her mouth had fallen open slightly. Her tongue played erotically over
her teeth and lips. She was oblivious to everything but that jackhammer cock assaulting
her defenseless wet cunt.
Neil's prick inside his pants was throbbing uncomfortably, straining against the
confining material. Despite his ambivalent feelings about what was going on in his girl
friend's bedroom, there was no doubt that his body at least wanted to play too. It.
wanted to be a part of this lewd orgiastic spectacle.
He watched woman and dog copulating wildly for several minutes longer noting the
strain in the animal's muscles as he strove to please the woman. The strain in the
woman's muscles – the bounce of her tits – as she hurled herself backward to suck up
his pummeling cock. Eventually the sight became too much for him. He had to have his
own satisfaction too. He pulled his prick from his fly. Holding it gently, he entered the
bedroom and kneeled in front of Erika on the bed. He grinned down at her as she
looked up at him, horror in her eyes.
"Neil! I didn't think you'd be back so soon!"
"Obviously my dear! Well, seeing I am here, why don't you do something nice for me
while you screw that poor animal to death?" He noticed that she was trying to wriggle
free of the animal's cast-iron grip, all in vain. "Don't fight it, baby! It turns me on to
watch you fucking a goddamn dog!"
Before she could utter another word, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth
down onto his swollen cock. "Mmmmmmm!" She obeyed his unspoken command
eagerly. While her ass again lurched back at the dog, she bobbed her head up and down
over Neil's prick.
The fluttering sensations set loose by her tender mouth made Neil grunt in ecstasy. He
guided her blonde head back and forth over his tingling shaft, varying the pace for
maximum stimulation. It titillated him to watch her labor hungrily between two cocks
like this: the one human, fucking her mouth; the other animal, screwing her cunt. She
looked like a two-bit whore doing her perverted trick of the night. Still it excited him.
He realized it was the very depravity of it all that made his cock swell to rock hardness.
"Ya, baby! Do it! Suck my cock, baby! Shit, that dog-cock must be making you feel
awfully good down there! Is your greedy little twat all wet, baby?" He noticed that the
more he talked dirty to her, the more animated her hip and mouth action became. His
obscene words obviously excited her. She was getting as much of a kick out of the
debauched nature of the scene as he was. "Yeah sweetie, move your little ass! Can you
feel it building for an explosion, baby? Is that dog-prick going to make you cum?"
He was mesmerized by the urgent wriggling of her shapely ass. Its tremors betrayed her
mounting ecstasy. He was sure it would not be long before she came. She was licking
and sucking his cock to an erotic frenzy. He realized with salacious wonder that he too
was mounting to the peaks of pleasure. Spectacular as Erika's blowjobs always were,
this one was the best yet.
He gripped her hair hard and moved her head up and down over his cock. The idea of
using her for his depraved pleasure, of making her suck as hard as she could to satisfy
him while the dog fucked her, made his balls pulse in arousal. Her lips closed cunt-like
around his shaft and sucked him to perfection, sucked all resistance right out of him.
He forgot all about the reservations he had had about sharing his woman with a dog.
All he knew was that he was enjoying one of the most titillating sexual encounters of
his life. This one would be good for wet dreams for a long time to come.
"Mmmmmmmm! Aaauuuhhh!" Her moans escaped muffled from around his filling
prick. Still he could tell that she was telling him something special. Her excitement was
passing all bounds! She was going to cum!
He watched delighted as her buttocks thrust mercilessly back at the dog's ramrod prick.
To his surprise, the dog quickened his pace. The demented look on his face betrayed his
orgasm. The thought that the dog was actually cumming in his girl friend's twat drove
Neil into orgasm. He came hard, forcing his pent-up load of semen deep into her
throat. He watched her swallow hungrily while her buttocks continued to sway in the
air. The sensation was blissful. He collapsed down onto the bed and clasped her tits for
comfort. He had just entered into a raw zone, a zone of depraved sensuality that he had
never even dreamed of. It surprised him that he had caught no hint of Erika's perverted
tendencies before.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked to screw dogs?" he asked her once his breathing had
returned to normal.
"Neil, believe me... I had no idea I liked to screw dogs until this morning. After you
left, the dog climbed up onto the bed and started to nose my ass. When I tried to shoo
him away, he just, nudged me all the harder. He practically forced me onto my hands
and knees." She looked down at her lover searchingly. "You believe me, don't you,
Neil?"
"Sure, I believe you, baby. I'm just beginning to have my suspicions about that kennel,
that's all. I'm wondering if their goddamned animals might be trained to screw
women."
"Oh Neil, That's preposterous!"
"It may be. But I think I'll go home and have a little chat with my wife."
She accompanied him to the door. "You're not mad at me, are you, Neil. You'll be
back, won't you?"
"Sure I will, honey. But you know me. I'm a reporter, and I've got to get to the bottom
of any mystery. "


Chapter 10

Joan tried hard to keep to her vow. For two weeks, she fucked no man but Neil.
But every time she went over to Phil and Sandy's house, her resolve grew weaker. Phil
was so handsome! And he did such nice things to her pussy! Sure, Neil was good to her
too. But he was away so much of the time. She wanted more sex more often... and not
just with dogs and women.
Neil's weekend at the convention happened to be the same weekend Sandy was
spending at Lake Tahoe with an old boyfriend. That left Joan at home alone at her
house, and Phil at home alone at his. Joan couldn't help thinking there could be a more
comfortable arrangement. Phil agreed with her totally.
They spent Saturday night together at Joan's house. Joan drank a little more wine than
she needed to. She was trying to dull her conscience, block out the thought that she was
betraying her poor, hard-working husband. She even tried to tell herself that Neil must
have a mistress. No man could possibly spend as much time working as he did.
Eventually her con-job on herself worked. She and Phil fucked most of Saturday night.
It was four in the morning before they got to sleep. It was only eleven when Phil woke
up with a hard cock and pressed it into the crack of Joan's buttocks.
It didn't take long for the insistent pressure to awaken Joan. She wriggled her ass
delightedly back against the tantalizing prod. "Ooooohh, feels good! Stick it in me, Phil!
Pulleee-ze!"
The big man was only too anxious to accommodate the redhead's wishes. He tilted her
upper body forward, to give him easiest access to her tantalizing crack. His cock-tip
found the spongy hole of her pussy. He shoved forward.
"Uuuuuuhhh! Yeah! Good, baby, good!"
Joan was awakened instantly into an ecstatic world of pulsing pleasure.
"Aaaaggghhh! Mmmmmm! Fuck me, Phil! Fuck me with your nice big cock!" She
wriggled her buttocks maniacally back against his plundering prick. It felt hard and
thick in her this way. She could feel every ridge and line of his long, filling cudgel. The
harder she thrust her ass back, the deeper his cock-tip penetrated. She could feel the
orgasm rise right out of her, driven loose by her wanton writhings.
"Oooooohhh! Oh, Phil baby! I'm cumming-g-g!" "Mmmmmm! Yeah baby! Wriggle
that sweet ass of yours! Make it feel good, baby!" When her writhing slowed somewhat
he slipped his prick out of her warm wet hole. She looked around at him, a look of
stunned disappointment on her face.
"Why are you stopping, Phil darling? I'm so hungry for you! I want more, baby! More!"
"You're going to get more, beautiful! Only first I want to make you work for it a little!"
He held the base of his stiff prick and coaxed her head down toward the turgid shaft.
"Suck it for me, Joanie! Suck my cock!"
Immediately, Joan scrambled into a kneeling position over his up thrusting prick and.
began to stab the tip with her tongue. Slowly her mouth worked down over the slick
member, coated with her cunt juice. The taste titillated her. It was unbelievably rousing
to taste her own pussy this way, served up on the swollen shaft of her lover's cock.
"Mmmmmm! Good!"
Phil gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and held the woman's head firmly down against
his loins. Her mouth was dealing intense liquid pleasure to his sensitized cock. Little
lust-darts were soaring unchecked throughout his naked body. He humped his hips
upward slightly, driving his cock-shaft deep into her throat. He was excited by what she
was doing. He was turned on by the idea of what was about to happen to her.
Joan's new pet, Kane, was lying on the floor a few feet from her bed. Kane had not
been part of their lovemaking so far this weekend. But Phil wanted to include the
animal now. He wanted to see Kane fuck Joan while she sucked his cock to bursting
perfection. "Do it to me, woman! Suck my prick!"
Unable to raise her head from the man's firm grip, the redhead had no choice but to
continue working her mouth up and down over his firm fleshy prick. She loved the
flavor, the texture of it between her lips. By now, she had lapped it clean of her own
clear juices. Now it was her saliva that coated the lusty pink member. She was drooling
eagerly as her head bobbed, under Phil's guidance, at a faster and faster pace over his
cock.
The lords of lust reigned supreme now in the depth of Phil's gonads. He was
thoroughly turned on. He wanted to get that big black German shepherd up here on
the bed. "Come on up here, Kane! Up boy, up!" He grinned as the big animal sprinted
onto the bed and began to poke Joan's asshole and cunt from behind.
"Mmmmmm!" That was the only comment Joan was able to make around the turgid
prick screwing her mouth so insistently. But she automatically thrust her ass higher
into the air to invite her pet to have his way with her. Dazzling tremors tore through
her body as the animal's tongue snaked over her pussy-slit again and again. The
moment she had been waiting for came when the dog's paws wrapped around her hips
and she felt his swollen prick ram home.
The force of his entrance was so strong that it gave Joan the strength to break free of
Phil's cock for a moment. She thrust her curly red head back and howled toward the
ceiling. "Aaaaaggghhh!' He's in me! He's in me already! Ooooohhh!" The dog had had
a lucky stroke that had surged right on up inside Joan's wet pussy. The suddenness of
her impalement made the woman weak with ecstasy. She made no fuss when Phil
encouraged her to take his cock into her mouth once more.
"Mmmmmm!"
Phil was grooving on the bizarre scene he had initiated in his lover's bedroom. The
excited woman's mouth was sucking and licking his cock into velvety bliss. The sight of
the dog's big head poised over the woman's back while he rammed his canine prick
deep into her pussy made Phil's cock swell to raunchy rigidity. He loved to see a
woman getting it this way, while he enjoyed the benefits of her inspired tonguing. More
than anything, Phil liked to have his cock sucked. And a woman always did it best
when she was getting hers from the other end. While the dog fucked her, Phil could
just lie back and enjoy the benefits of dog's and woman's energetic input.
"Jee-zuz, baby... my cock is getting so hard in your mouth! Feels good, baby! Keep
doing it! Yeah-h-h!"
Like an automaton, Joan ran her mouth up and down over the thick shaft of Phil's
cock. The center of her attention right now was that steel-stiff dog-prick spreading wide
her tremulous pussy-lips. She could feel it massaging the delicate tissues of her inner
passage. She knew her cunt was swollen and tender with his brutal assault. But the
effect on her nerve-endings was pure, unmitigated pleasure and loving every depraved
minute of it.
Phil forced her head harder down onto his prick. He was going to cum soon and he
wanted to make it an experience he would never forget.
It was just at that moment that the whole experience did become forgettable – because
of the sudden entrance of one irate husband.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Neil stormed over to the bed, scattering one
frightened dog before him. He grabbed Joan by the ass and pulled her off Phil's cock.
"Neil, darling... I thought you were..."
"Yeah, I know... shut up! Who the fuck are you?" he turned his glare of righteous
indignation on the big man with the rapidly wilting cock.
"Phil Wheeler... Listen... hey, man, no hard feelings or anything. I can explain all this!"
"I don't want you to explain anything. I just want you to get the fuck out of my house
before I get mad."
As he dressed, Phil cast anxious glances at Joan and her husband. She was pinned down
against the bed, crying softly. Neil was staring at nothing, apparently waiting for him to
leave.
"You know, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I think we'd get along if we had a
man-to-man talk." Phil had infinite faith in his ability to win friends and influence
people, but he finally got the message that this was not the time to try to make a new
friend. Neil's cold stare told him that.
"Okay, I'm leaving," he said. "You won't hurt her, will you?"
"What the hell business is it of yours? She's my wife, remember?"
When they were alone, Neil relaxed his hold on Joan. He stood up and began to
undress. Joan turned a tear-stained face up to him. "Neil, I'm sorry. It's just that you've
been away so much. I've missed you. I needed to do something..."
"Why didn't you call in the fucking army, for crape sake? If it takes a dog and a man to
keep you going over one weekend, I'll never be enough for you."
"Yes you will, Neil. I just need more of you..."
"Well, you're going to get more of me." He watched her staring wide-eyed at his
swollen prick. "Yeah, baby, I'm all ready for you. I just figured out this morning that
those weren't any ordinary German shepherds they grow at that kennel of yours. You
had me buy that dog so he could fuck you, didn't you? Well, didn't you?"
She was frightened, too frightened to move. She was afraid resistance on her part might
unleash the devil in him. She could tell he was tense as a bowstring. Her voice was very
quiet. "Yes."
"A real little pervert, aren't you? And all this time you had me convinced you've been
going without for me? I bet you were fucking your friend Sandy's dog, too, weren't
you? After all, it was she who gave you the name of that kennel."
"Yes."
"Well, if that doesn't beat everything. Maybe I can do an exclusive on the booming dog
business in town. But think what the guys would say if they found out my source was
my own wife?" He paused for a moment, a look of incredulity in his eyes. "My own
fucking wife!" He thought back for a brief instant to the scene he had had with Erika
and the dog that morning. He felt as though his wife had somehow been responsible
for setting them up like that... for turning them into perverts too. His anger was
bubbling over.
Suddenly the only thing he could see was his neighbor's big cock and his wife's lips
wrapped hungrily around the shaft. His own wife was nothing but a goddamned whore!
Crawling onto Joan's bed, he turned her roughly over onto her stomach and lifted her
onto hands and knees. The round, twin-mooned expanse of her buttocks made an
inviting target for his stiff prick pulsing so demandingly in his hand. He reached out
and began to knead their swelling tautness. The texture of her resilient ass-flesh made
his cock flare.
The mixture of anger and passion he was undergoing was the greatest turn-on Neil had
ever known. It reminded him of the morning he had fucked Joan up against the
bathroom wall. Only this time he was much angrier, much more inspired with
righteous wrath.
She needed to be punished in a way she would never forget. And he was ready, willing
and able to give her that punishment.
He stuck his hand in along her pussy-slit. It came out shining with moisture. "It really
turned you on, fucking a dog while that guy's big prick sawed into your mouth... didn't
it!" Her silence was followed by a loud blow to her buttocks. Joan was knocked forward
onto the bed, but he immediately pulled her back up onto her hands and knees.
"Yes," she whispered dryly. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. Before when
her husband had gotten angry with her and wanted to make love to her in anger, she
had been able to resist him. She had had the sureness of her own just position to fortify
her. This time, though, she knew she was guilty. She had been fucking another man,
and a dog, behind her husband's back. She had been an unfaithful wife. And much as it
hurt her to be abused this way by him, she could only think that she deserved it. She
deserved to be punished for her perverted behavior. "I'm sorry, Neil," she murmured
hopelessly. She did not expect an apology to excuse her from her inevitable
punishment. But she was sorry, sorry that their relationship had slipped to this point of
loathing. "Don't hurt me."
"Why the fuck shouldn't I hurt you? Don't you think it hurt me to walk in here and
find you fucking a dog and sucking another guy's cock! You're damned right it hurt... it
hurt like hell!" He was busy transferring the juices from her sopping twat to the stiff
shaft of his prick. He coated it with her wetness till it shone.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Neil! I didn't..."
"Shut up, Joan! Will you just shut up?" He swallowed the excess saliva of his
excitement as his fingertip began to investigate the defenseless hole of her anus. It
yielded easily against his unexpected probe. He sank the finger deep inside and
wriggled it around.
"Oooooohhhh!" Despite her anguish, Joan felt little pleasure-darts shoot through her
body as the invading finger tickled her ass. Almost unconsciously, she wiggled her
buttocks backward, taking the finger to the hilt. She was relaxed, wide open to him. If
he was going to screw her, she may as well try to enjoy it... to try to salvage some
conjugal joy for both of them.
He gritted his teeth. "You like that, baby, do you?" He looked down at his shining
prick, then at his finger buried far inside her rectum. The time had come. He was
ready. And she was ready, whether she knew it or not.
Slipping his finger deftly from her asshole, he pressed his inflated cock-tip against her
vulnerable hole and shoved. She had not had time to figure out his plan for her. Her
sphincter automatically closed its defenses just a moment too late. His cock was buried
the first couple of inches up inside her virgin asshole.
Shrieks of protest poured from her lips. "Aaagghhh! Nooooo! Stop it! You're killing
meeeeee!"
Neil was oblivious to her cries for mercy. He was secure in the knowledge that he had
made all the proper precautions. He had lubricated her. She was not going to break that
easily. He kept pushing his tingling cock farther and farther into her convulsively
clasping ass. The pressure was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was
like a thousand little suction cups tugging on his vulnerable cock-shaft, coaxing it to
greater hardness than he had ever known. "Uuuuuhhh! Jeez! My cock feels good up
inside your little asshole, baby!"
Joan could not believe her ears. Her own husband was inflicting this most sadistic of
punishments upon her defenseless asshole, and all he could do was talk about how
good it felt! She was dying of pain and humiliation, and all he felt was pleasure! Tears
poured from her eyes as her husband's brutal insensitivity struck home. Still she could
not hate him for it. She had hurt him. She had cheated on him.
He was only giving her the punishment she deserved.
"Relax, baby! Enjoy it! Shit, it's great! Yeah!" Neil's cock had penetrated as far as it
could go into her asshole. Without pause, he began to establish a slow fucking rhythm
in and out of her clinging anus.
His rage against his cuckolding wife dissipated as the warm sweet waves of pleasure
inundated his entire being. He watched fascinated as her pink flesh dilated to
accommodate his thick cock-shaft on the in stroke. He watched it quickly close together
again as he pulled his prick almost – but not quite – all the way out. His fucking
rhythm was slow and deep and hard. He was enjoying this erotic conquest more than
he had ever enjoyed anything in his life. No pussy had ever caressed his cock as
intimately as her asshole was doing right now.
All Joan could do was pray for it to be over.
"Please, Neil! Please don't do this to me any more.
Don't hurt me." In fact, the pain was not nearly as pronounced as her fear had initially
made her feel it was. In fact, it was not so much pain 'as a slight discomfort. She
struggled to find a position that would make the brutal impalement more comfortable
for her. Her undulations only proved one thing. That anything could bring pleasure.
She was actually beginning to experience lust-tingles from his slow sensual stroking.
Neil identified her tentative movements as the beginning of her surrender. In his
excitement, he began to stroke into her faster. "Do you like that, baby? Is it feeling
good? Wiggle that ass of yours... ooooohh, sweet!" He bit his lower lip as her sphincter
closed over the little rim that separated cock-head and shaft. The sensation was
excruciating ecstasy. It egged him on in his lusty penetrations. Faster and faster his cock
moved, stretching forever the virginal passage of Joan's ass.
With sinister sureness, the beginning jolts of pleasure crept through Joan's naked body
and took charge of her libido. She was no longer a woman suffering for her guilt. She
was a woman experiencing a tantalizing new pleasure. She was enjoying the way her
husband's filling cock spread wide the walls of her ass. It was an arousal unlike any she
had known before. But that did not make it any less pleasurable. It was excitement!
Pure raw excitement!
"Oh God yessss darling, Fuck me! Fuck my ass! It feels wonderful!"
Neil watched awestruck as the round globes of her buttocks began to chum lasciviously
back at him. There was no doubt now that his wife was completely captivated by the
tantalizing feelings stampeding through her naked body. "Jeez, baby... you're something
else! Wow! Move your ass, girl! I'm going to fuck you till you can't see straight!"
As good as his word, Neil began to lunge his cock again and again deep into the tight
hot hole of her anus. Now that he knew Joan was enjoying herself as much as he was,
there were no holds barred. He could completely let go, give himself up to the pleasure
seizing hold of his trembling body.
The thought that lured him on now was that of spilling his white load deep into her
asshole. That would be the final perverted thrill!
Joan's wanton moans filled the bedroom. From the cowering creature of a few moments
before, she had turned into the raving sex fiend she had been earlier in the day. Only
now her pleasure was even more intense, her abandon more total. "Fuck meeeeee! Fuck
me, Neil darling!"
Forgotten now was the animosity and disgust Neil had felt for his wife when he
discovered her in the sexual triangle with Kane and Phil Wheeler. All he knew was that
she was the most wanton woman he had ever known in his life. He knew that he loved
to fuck her. And he knew that he did not want anything to come in the way of his
being able to fuck her whenever he wanted. In other words, he wanted Joan to remain
his wife. He was not going to cast her aside for her indiscretion. After all, he had been
seeking outside fulfillment himself lately. It would be wrong of him to judge her too
harshly for what he himself did with impunity.
"I love you, Joan," he told her through clenched teeth. The pleasure was becoming
almost more than he could fight off now.
"Oh, Neil, I love you too! I love you too!" Her buttocks rammed against his loins again
and again. She felt his cock splitting her asshole wide. The thunder of orgasm took her
over without warning. "Oh Neil, I'm cumming! I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
Her cry of victory was all Neil needed to set him off. "Me too baby I'm going to fill
your sweet asshole full of it! Ahhhh! Yiiiiiieeee!"
When their crisis was past, they lay in each other's arms for some time. They felt closer
than they had in a long time. It was as if they had weathered a storm together.
"You know what, baby?"
"What, Neil darling?'"
"I think it's time you and I got us a double bed!"
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "So do I darling, so do I!"


Chapter 11

Neil felt it wouldn't be honest of him to pursue his relationship with Erika behind
Joan's back. Not now that they had this new harmony between them.
On the other hand, he didn't want to give Erika up either. Though the prospect
frightened him, he felt the only thing to do was be honest with his wife.
He waited until one morning after a long, mutually rousing fuck when they were
relaxing over a lumber jack's breakfast. Neil pretended to read the paper for a while.
But his mind was on only one thing. At last he put down his paper and looked at his
wife.
"Joan honey..."
"Mmmmm? You know, Neil? I think I should go to May Company this afternoon.
They have some wonderful bargains this week."
"Joan, there's something I want to talk to you about."
She looked startled. "What is it, Neil?" She grinned – "I don't want to go back to
separate beds again?"
"God no, but there's something I have to confess."
Joan stiffened. When Neil got this serious, there was usually a crisis brewing. She felt
like asking him not to tell her. She would rather they stayed happy, the way they were.
"Okay, Neil." Did she have a choice?
"I've been seeing a woman from work. She's a really nice girl. You'd like her."
Joan's coffee spoon hit the floor with a loud clatter. There was a long silence. "So... do
you want a divorce, Neil?"
He reached over and clutched her hand. It was cold as ice. "Don't be crazy, baby.
You're the only wife I want."
The relief in Joan's face was evident. "Then what Neil?"
"Aren't you going to scream and cry or anything?"
She couldn't help laughing. "Are you disappointed?"
"Well, no... it's just that I've been trying to get up the courage for this little talk for a
whole week now."
"Well, Neil, you should know I of all people would understand brute lust." She
narrowed her eyes. "Were you seeing her back when you caught me with Phil?"
He looked sheepish. He didn't have to voice his confession. It was there, in his face.
"Then maybe I ought to punish you. I'd be mad about that, Neil, except how can I be
mad about the best punishment I ever had in my life?"
His eyes twinkled. "Whew! At least I had myself covered on that one!"
"Okay, baby. Quit stalling? Why do you want to tell me about this lady love of yours?"
"Well... it's just that... I don't know how it works, but somehow knowing she has made
me feel better about you. I... I just think it wouldn't hurt us... you and me that is... if I
kept on seeing her."
"Hmmmm, I see. Well, in that case, how would you feel about me seeing other men
from time to time?"
"I thought you might say something like that." "Well, why not? Doesn't that sound
fair?"
"Sure, it sounds fair. I just don't know if I like the idea of you being off with some guy
who's going to try to sweet-talk you."
"Well, what about me? Am I supposed to like the idea of you being off with some sweet
talking woman?"
"Baby, you know you can trust me!"
"If you know you can trust me!"
They burst out laughing. The ludicrousness of their problem overwhelmed both of
them. "Does that mean I don't get to see Erika again?"
"No of course not silly, but I think what we need to do is do our thing together. Then
we have our cake and eat it too without anybody having to feel jealous."
Neil thought a moment "Say, that's not a bad idea, you, me and Erika. Hmmm!"
"Just a minute Casanova, first I think there's something you ought to do for me."
"What's that?"
"Go visit the Wheelers with me."
"Joan, I can't. I just don't want to face Phil Wheeler after that last time."
"So you were mad at him then! He was screwing your wife without your permission.
But he's really a great guy, Neil. I know you'd like him."
"Well... okay. If you promise we can have Erika over sometime soon."
"It's a deal."
Joan arranged an evening with the Wheelers just two days later. As they waited for an
answer to their ring at the Wheelers' front door, Neil fidgeted nervously with his
cufflinks.
"Is something bothering you?" Joan asked him coyly.
"No of course not, I'm just not sure what this evening is going to be all about that's all"
"All we have to do is play it by ear, baby.
"Nothing goes any farther than you want it to go."
"Fair enough."
Phil held out his hand to Neil and invited him into the living room. "I'm glad we could
finally get together, Neil. What'll you have to drink?"
Within a few minutes the men had found something in common – they both loved to
fish. The women formed their own conversation. It looked like it was going to be a
segregated evening.
Sandy winked at Joan. "I think we ought to do something about this boy-talk, don't
you?"
"I'm with you, Sandy. I think we could find lots of things to talk about more interesting
than fish."
Sandy got up and headed busily for the kitchen. "I need some help bringing out the
hors d'oeuvres. Neil, do you mind helping me? It looks like the only way I'm going to
get to know you is to steal you right out from under my husband's nose."
Neil was somewhat taken aback by the brunette's brazen proposal. But he followed her
shapely figure into the kitchen without complaint. He found he liked the way Sandy's
ass moved inside her soft red plaid skirt.
"I'm sorry it's taken us all such a long time to get together." He watched her arrange
crackers and sliced vegetables on a crystal tray. "Things are so damned crazy at work all
the time, you know? Anyway, I think you and Phil should come over to our place soon.
Phil says you like playing bridge."
"How did he get a chance to mention that? I thought you guys had been talking fish all
night. We do like bridge, though. We'd love to get to know you better. Joan is already
like a sister to both of us."
"So she told me." His eyes challenged her.
She never faltered. She looked straight at him.
"She's a wonderful woman. We both care very much about her. It's not just sex, Neil.
It's caring about special friends. Would you mind reaching me that tray from the top
shelf? I hate climbing up on counters."
Neil reached up for the tray and started to hand it to Sandy. He was caught short by
the tantalizing sight that greeted him as he looked down at her.
Sandy was wearing a low-cut peasant blouse. As she leaned forward slightly, he had a
view straight down inside. Her full lush tits tantalized him. It was all he could do to
keep his hands to himself. He was embarrassed to find her smiling at him when he
finally looked into her face.
"How do you like the view?" "Why... er, it's just fine, very nice."
"They feel good too, you know. Why don't you try them?" He looked at her, startled, as
she drew his hand up under her blouse. Instinct made him grasp the full-fleshed globe.
"Mmmmm, that's nice." She raised her face. Her full, slightly parted lips beckoned him
like a magnet. His lips bore down on hers. The kiss rapidly grew passionate.
As his tongue drove forcefully in between the brunette's lips, Neil feverishly argued the
pros and cons of the situation he was getting himself onto. If he pursued this sexual
attraction between him and Sandy, that would mean that Joan would make love to Phil,
right here, in the same house right now. He struggled with the perversity of it all for a
moment. It would be an orgy, wife swapping. Was that what he really wanted?
The full tit in his hand was warm and smooth and resilient. The mouth was welcoming.
Neil could feel his prick growing iron hard inside his pants. His instincts made his
decision for him.
He was turned on. That must mean that he wanted to do this thing. So why not do it?
It was more honest and a lot safer, than sneaking out on Joan behind her back and it
was certainly no less weird than making love to a woman along with her dog. And that
turned him on now that he was used to it.
His hand moved from one lush tit to the other, and then it worked its way down to the
hem of her skirt. It snaked up along her thigh and clasped a furry handful of wet pussy
flesh. The woman was soaked. There was no doubt what she wanted to do. She was so
ready she hadn't even bothered to wear any panties!
Neil's lust grew by leaps and bounds as his fingers investigated the moist hairy slit
between Sandy's thighs. He reached around behind her and clasped the full globes of
her buttocks forcefully. The way her whole body yielded to his embrace made his final
decision for him. This woman was just too sexy to pass up.
"Hhmmmmm! You feel good!" she told him. She reached boldly for the bulge at his
crotch and began to work his zipper down.
"Any objections?"
He had none.
As her fingers caressed the naked throbbing shaft of his cock, he slipped a finger up
into her wet hole and stroked it in and out. Her low moans inspired an answering
throb in his prick. The urgency of his desire overwhelmed him. He wanted pussy and
right now.
He leaned her back against the counter and guided his palpitating cock in along her
juicy slit. He found the fleshy entrance to her cunt and shoved hard. His cock soared
right on up inside with no difficulty. The clinging warmth of her pussy made him grunt
with pleasure.
"Oooooohh! Hhhhhhnnnhhh!" She looked up at him with lust-dazed eyes. "God, it's
good, lover! I wanted you so bad!"
"Yeah, baby, I can tell! Your pussy's so wet it feels like a nice sopping sponge around
my cock!
"It's great, Sandy! You're one hell of a sexy woman!" All Neil's doubts about the virtues
of wife-swapping evaporated with the first caress of Sandy's wet pussy on his throbbing
cock. He was inspired by the sheer raw lust of fucking his neighbor's wife up against
her kitchen counter at their first meeting. Just because he liked the looks of her, just
because her pussy was hot and wet for him. All of a sudden, it seemed the most natural
thing in the world.
Gripping her hips firmly, he sent his cock gliding up into her pussy in long rhythmic
strokes. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure assault of her cunt-muscles massaging
his invading cock into tingling, iron-hard erection.
"Mmmm, feels good in there, baby!"
She threw her dark hair back and closed her eyes in a look of rapturous ecstasy. Her
groans were the primitive wail of a rutting beast. "Ooooooohhhh... fuck meeeeee!
Mmmmmm, feels good!" Her cunt nudged forward in search of his loins. She matched
her mating rhythm to his. On each in stroke, there was a powerful collision of two
unleashed sexual energies.
Neil was fucking hard, breathing hard. For just a moment, he wondered how he would
react if Phil or Joan should walk into the kitchen right now. He realized it probably
wouldn't faze him. He was too absorbed in the hot clutches of her wet cunt to care
about anything else.
Then he realized that Phil and Joan might very well be involved in their own scene in
the living room. That thought gave him a momentary surge of anxiety. But it soon
passed. What did he have to worry or feel jealous about? He was getting his. He had a
hot eager new pussy riding his cock with primitive abandon. He was feeling damned
good!
"Oooooohhh... God! Do it to meeeee!"
Sandy's cries drove him to more frantic efforts. His cock surged deep into her
convulsing pussy, grazed her cervix far inside. Her cunt clung to his stiff cudgel eagerly,
trying to hold him inside, giving him a wet massage on his way out. His body was
steeped in pleasure. It was an effort for him to keep up his pace as his loins drove the
brunette against the counter with mounting fury.
"Oh Neil! Oohhh! Oooooohh! I'm... I'm cumming!" The look of wanton bliss on the
young woman's face gave Neil a gushing feeling of victory. He had fucked his
neighbor's wife to quivering ecstasy. Now it was his turn to get his release. Just a few
more powerful strokes of his throbbing prick did the trick.
"Ah shit! Ah jee-zuz! I'm doing it!" He felt the jetting spurts shoot from his loins far up
into her clasping belly, making her even wetter inside. She mewled greedily to herself.
Her face wore a proud grin. That was obviously what she had been waiting for all
along.
She looked at him. "I love the feel of cum up inside me. I like to feel it trickling out
over my thighs! That was good, Neil. Thank you." She reached up and kissed him.
Once he had recovered from his passing weakness, Neil shoved his cock securely back
inside his pants. Sandy smoothed down her skirt. "Just in case they're still decent in
there," she told him.
He was surprised to see her head for the kitchen door without the trays of hors
d'oeuvres. "Aren't you taking these?"
"I have a feeling we may not need them just yet."
In just a moment, Neil saw how right she was. As he emerged from the kitchen, he was
greeted by the wanton sight of his wife, her bare ass waving in the air, sucking Phil
Wheeler's cock. They were both down on the rug naked, both oblivious to his and
Sandy's presence. He looked at Sandy to get her reaction. She was smiling broadly and
was already in the process of removing her clothes.
"Let's join the party!"
Old habits made Neil hesitate. He remembered the Sunday afternoon he had discovered
Phil and Joan and her dog in bed together. For a moment, he experienced an aftertaste
of the old anger. Then the warm tingles in his cock reminded him of the delightful
quickie he and Sandy had just shared in the kitchen. Instead of anger, the wanton
picture before him inspired him with renewed lust.
It was more than just memories bringing his cock back to pulsing eagerness. Sandy had
pulled his pants down to his knees and she was licking his cock-head. Her tongue
moved hungrily over the flaccid contours of his prick. She was cleaning his cock with
relish, savoring the flavor of their recent coupling. $he looked up at him and licked her
lips lewdly. "Tastes fine," she said. "Why don't you take off your clothes and make
yourself comfortable?"
Eagerly, Neil stripped and sat down in an armchair from which he had a good view of
Joan and Phil. At once, Sandy locked her lips to his growing prick and began to nibble
it. Her lips moved with whisper-softness, inciting him to arousal. He rocked his hips
upward slightly, pushing his cock into her mouth. She hummed happily, setting up
quivering vibrations inside her mouth that made him groan with pleasure. While his
cock throbbed to aching rigidity, he watched Joan's lips moving up and down over
Phil's up thrusting prick.
He was experiencing some strange sensations. Watching his wife suck another man
while that man's wife sucked him; it was like a perfect exchange of energy. He could see
it happening to Phil and feel it happening to himself. The scene was taking on an
orgiastic intensity for Neil. He was hot and bothered. He was in the mood for some
good guts sex tonight. Sandy's talented mouth was urging him to eager lust with wet
warm strokes. He knew in a minute he'd be like a rutting animal, looking for the right
hole.
Joan was vaguely aware of her husband's and Sandy's presence in the room. At last she
looked back over her shoulder at Neil; saw the look of eager desire in his face. She
smiled at him as she maneuvered her body over Phil's. Then she returned to her private
world of pleasure as she sat down on Phil's stiff cock.
"Hhhhnnnnnhhh! Feels soooo good-d-d!" She took his prick all the way inside her wet
pussy. Then she started to ride him. Her hips rocked up and down, up and down. She
felt Phil's hands guiding her enthusiastically.
Neil was hypnotized by the rocking rhythm of his wife's hips screwing down onto the
other man's cock. He gripped Sandy's head and matched her cock-sucking rhythm to
his wife's fucking rhythm. "Uuuuhh, jeez, baby... suck it!" He was talking to Sandy, but
his eyes saw only his wife. He felt very close to her, although they were each sexually
linked to somebody else.
He watched her smooth round ass squirming up and down over Phil's cock. He heard
her moans of passion. Saw her shudders of arousal. He looked down at the red hairs of
her pussy that flanked Phil's purple cock each time it emerged from her voracious cunt,
white ass, purple cock, pink cunt.
Like a man possessed, Neil kissed Sandy quickly on the forehead and pushed her aside
as he stood up. He wanted to be part of what was happening to Joan. Her squirming
shapely body attracted and held his attention like a magnet. She was what he wanted.
He kneeled down close to her and Phil and watched their rhythmic copulation. He
could see the puckered rim of her asshole blinking out at him, the fleshy lips of her
pussy caressing Phil's cock.
Joan turned to him and smiled. It was evident that she was as aware of his eyes
watching her as he was aware of her shapely ass and greedy cunt. Her eyes glowed with
lust. "Feels good, Neil darling," she told him. "It feels sooo nice. I love you, baby!"
"I love you too!" Neil felt instinctively that Joan was giving him permission to do what
he so badly wanted to do. He kneeled in behind her and bent her farther forward. He
saw Phil's surprised look over Joan's shoulder. The other man quit stroking into her
pussy. He was waiting for Neil's move.
His finger prodded inquisitively at Joan's puckered anus. Then he spit on his hand and
coated his prick generously with his saliva. He pressed his cock-head against her tight
little asshole and pushed. His cock soared right on up. She was excited, ready for him,
ready for the two cocks filling her two lower holes.
"Uuuuuuhhhh... ooooohhh, jeez!" Her moans were those of a wild animal. Her voice
was high, distorted from its normal tones. She was totally possessed by the sheer lurid
titillation of the situation she was trapped in. One cock in her cunt, one cock in her ass,
she was completely filled. The wanton thrills coursed unchecked through her pinioned
body.
Over his wife's shoulder, Neil could see the look of depraved excitement in Phil's eyes.
As Neil began to move his cock in and out of Joan's asshole, Phil stroked slowly into
her cunt. Their rhythms matched. The men were reveling together in the proximity of
one another's cocks, separated only by a thin membrane.
For a moment, Neil closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations, the tight
clinging flesh caressing his hard cock, the hard stroking cock moving into her pussy
only a skin's thickness away. His tempo grew, longer and harder and deeper. Phil's
grew a pace.
"Uuuhh, Christ it's good!" Phil's thick voice betrayed his own wild arousal.
"Yeah, it's nice in there!" Neil felt an unnatural closeness with the other man. It was a
closeness that at this moment felt as natural as suckling at a woman's breasts. It was the
most erotic experience either male had ever known.
Joan's moans escaped her parted lips in an unending flow. She was totally possessed by
the sensuality coursing through her. She was a woman mistress of two turgid cocks at
once. The closeness of the three of them was a titillating familiarity. It was as if they
had been welded together, welded in living, pulsing flesh. "Oooooohhhhhh... its beeeeea-u-tiful!"
For just a little while, Sandy felt sorry for herself. She was the odd woman out. Soon,
however, her practicality took over. The night was early. Many things could happen
before the party ended. In the meantime, she was enough of an improviser to find a
way to satisfy her own building lust. She went out to the den and fetched King. The
dog needed no coaxing to follow her hot female smell back into the living room. When
she kneeled on all fours near the threesome he smelled her for a few moments, then he
mounted her.
Sandy was in a hurry for her pet's long throbbing cock. She did not intend to leave his
entry to his own fumbling attempts. Instead, she reached back and grabbed his slick
cock. She guided it to the fluttering entrance to her pussy. As the dog shoved his cock
deep into her, she watched the site where her husband's and Neil's cocks were
skewering steadily into Joan's cunt and asshole.
"Aaaaaggghhhh! Oh yes, King baby! That's the way! Jeez, it's so exciting!" Sandy didn't
know what was more exciting: the hard dog-cock pummeling her hot wet cunt, or the
sight of the lewdly entwined threesome. This was the wildest orgy she had ever
attended. Neil promised to be at least as exciting a neighbor as his wife was. Her mind
toyed with the future possibilities for their get-togethers.
Phil reached over and stroked his wife's arm. It was the only part of her he could get to.
"Hi, honey. I'm thinking about you." Titillated as he was by what he was doing with
Neil and Joan, Phil was looking forward to shoving his cock into his wife's snug twat
later on. Part of the pleasure of what he was doing right now was that his wife was with
him to enjoy it. Absorbed as he became in his sex games with others, he never forgot
Sandy.
She clutched his hand for moral support. "Oh, Phil baby! It's so good, darling! I love
you!" She churned her ass-cheeks lasciviously back at the dog's loins. Shooting bolts of
pleasure ricocheted throughout her kneeling body. Her tongue licked desperately at her
lips, the automatic probe of her aroused libido. "Uuuuuuhhh! Soooo good!"
Neil and Phil were fully coordinated now in their probes into Joan's welcoming lower
holes. While the woman wailed out her agonized cries of ecstasy, they drove their cocks
again and again deep into her. The sensations became more acute as the moments
passed, as their excitement grew nearer to crisis proportions. Instinctively, they both
wanted to cum together, to fill her with one billowing tide of warm wet juices.
Joan was just barely aware of what was going on around her. She heard Sandy's moans
of passion. She heard the grunts of the two men servicing her nether openings. But she
had climbed to a world of her own, a world where she was beyond thought, beyond
care. As her body swayed back onto the two cocks, she felt herself blank out completely.
She had made it to the top!
"Oooooohhhhh! God, I'm cumming!" She wriggled feverishly beneath the continuing
assault of the two pricks. Her body felt like it was bursting with raw sensation. Her
release was almost more than she could bear. She floated somewhere far away – lost,
light, and filled with love... Almost at the same instant, the two men felt their jism
shoot far into her belly. Neil was just a little ahead of Phil. "Ooooohhhh, Christ, Joanie
baby! I'm filling your ass, sweetie!"
"'Jee-zuz, here it comes! What a tight little pussy! Uuuuuuhhh!"
Watching the others blow their cool was enough to nudge Sandy that last little way into
forgetfulness. "Oooooohhh, I love to cummmmm!" As her ass shoved back against the
dog's hairy loins, Sandy felt him pummel her harder than ever. She felt her belly
overflow with wetness. King was cumming in her!
It took some time for the humans to recover from the dramatic assault of their orgasms.
King fared much better. He wandered off toward the kitchen moments after his release.
The panting humans watched him go.
"I think King is hungry, how about the rest of you?" Sandy sprang lightly to her feet.
"Who wants to help me now? The lucky winner gets to squeeze my tit."
Joan followed Sandy eagerly. "I'll come. I'll come."
The men laughed and patted one another on the back.
"I'll never forget that one, Neil."
"God, me either. That was incredible."


Chapter 12

It took Neil a while to talk Erika into a threesome with him and Joan. "Why not, it'll
feel good. I'll be there. Maybe you'll even enjoy getting into another woman."
"I don't know, Neil. I don't want to be married... and I don't want to be caught in the
middle of other peoples' marriages. What if Joan blows her cool, decides she's jealous or
something?"
"But I told you. We've been swapping with a neighbor couple, and Joan gets right into
it, no jealousy, nothing, just lots of fun!"
"Yes, but her girl friend is not another woman. I'll the unknown quantity in your life,
remember? The one you were fucking behind her back for so many weeks."
"Look, that doesn't bother her, I tell you. She knows I want to be married to her. That's
what counts to her. Not what holes I stick my cock into."
"So that's all I am to you! A hole you stick your cock in to!"
"No, Erika! God! You're making this trickier than the Paris peace talks!"
At last, though, he was able to talk the statuesque blonde into meeting him and his wife
for dinner on Saturday night. They rendezvoused at a fashionable French restaurant
downtown. Neil watched the two women eyeball each other over cocktails.
Joan was obviously impressed with the tall beautiful reporter. "I always knew Neil had
good taste, Erika. But you, I didn't expect. You're gorgeous. You should be a model
instead of a reporter."
"Reporting is steadier. You don't get too old for it as fast. You're very attractive
yourself, Joan I love your dress, Sherwood green is your color."
It amused Neil to sit back and watch the two lovely women talk. Amused him, and
titillated him. Visions of him self lying in bed flanked on either side by the petite
redhead and the big blonde made his gonads swell uncomfortably in his trousers.
"Another drink girls?"
"Oh yes, please."
"Yes... thank you, Neil darling."
They were talking about women's liberation, a touchy subject Neil thought he had
better keep out of. He didn't want to blow the evening before they got to the main
course.
The meal was long and delicious. Conversation flowed easily. Eventually Neil joined in.
He was delighted at how well they all seemed to get along. It had passed his wildest
expectations. The women were already making plans for sharing books and recipes. It
was obvious by the way they both stroked his arm or his shoulder from time to time,
that they felt comfortable with the idea of sharing him too.
It was almost midnight when they left the restaurant. Neil suggested they stop at a club
for a nightcap.
"Why don't we just go right on home, Neil?" "Yes, Neil... I'm dying to see your home.
It'll be such a nice change to sleep in a house instead of an apartment."
Neil was surprised, but eager to comply. As soon as they got back to the house, Joan lit
a few candles and distributed them around the living room and bedroom. "It's so much
nicer this way. Then we won't have any glaring lights in our eyes."
Erika put some mood music on the stereo.
"Erika, what would you like to drink?"
"Some Cointreau would be nice if you have it."
"Sure. Why don't you help me get the drinks? There's something I want to show you in
the kitchen too."
When the women had not returned to the living room within ten minutes, Neil went
out to the kitchen to see what was keeping them. To his stunned surprise, he found
them kissing hungrily. Erika had Joan backed up against the refrigerator. Her lips bore
down insistently on Joan's. Both women were groaning with pleasure.
Neil was disturbed. This was not the way he had, envisaged the evening. He had
expected to be the seducer. The women had beat him to it. "Hey my beauties you're
holding out on me! Why don't we all go back into the living room where we can be
more comfortable?"
"Mmmmmmm sure. Come on, Joan." Erika took the redhead by the hand and led her
into the living room. They sat side by side on cushions on the rug and sipped their
liqueur. Neil sat facing them. Intuitively he realized the women wanted a chance to get
to know one another before they became involved in a threesome with him. It took him
a few minutes to forsake his vision of how the fantasy should be. But gradually the idea
of watching the women make love turned him on. That would get him good and ready
for the strenuous part later.
"Why don't you girls get naked? I'd like to see you together."
The very crudeness of his suggestion stimulated the women. They stood up and
removed their clothes. Each watched the other, to see what treasures she had to share.
Neil watched them both, his petite red-headed wife with her firm tits and taut round
ass, the voluptuous blonde with her full-bodied Scandinavian good looks. Both were
highly desirable women. He found it difficult to decide which one he would choose as
the ideal bedmate. He thought his solution had been the perfect one. He'd have both of
them.
With slow, tentative gestures, the women reached out and stroked each other's smooth
naked flesh. It was Erika who drew Joan into a close embrace. Their mouths locked
eagerly as they fell onto their knees on the carpet. The blonde urged Joan to lie down
and she bent her head to the redhead's tit and began to suck hungrily.
"Oooooohhh, that feels so nice, Erika." Joan reached for Erika's belly and thighs. She
stroked her curiously, marveling at the softness and firmness of the other woman's
flesh. At last she could resist no longer. She worked her fingers into Erika's blonde
pubic hair and caressed her clitoris.
"Mmmmmmmm!" While her mouth remained hovering over Joan's breasts, Erika
maneuvered her body to give the other woman easier access to her craving cunt. She
wriggled her cunt down against the probing fingers, urging Joan to explore further.
Joan was anxious to please. She thrust two fingers deep into Erika's fleshy little hole
and began to stroke rhythmically in and out. It titillated her to hear the other woman's
deep throated groans of pleasure. She watched her fingers emerge moist and warm from
Erika's cunt and she knew what she wanted more than anything else. "I want to taste
your pussy, Erika," she moaned.
"Oh God yes darling, I want you to." Quickly the blonde moved around so her pussy
was poised just over Joan's face. Her own face hovered over Joan's red-fringed hole. Of
one accord they buried their faces in one another's cunts and began to explore.
"Ooooohhhh... ooohhhh, it's so good Joan!"
Neil was enjoying his position as voyeur. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants
as he watched the two women licking greedily at the furry thatches in front of them.
The scene was intensely stimulating. He didn't know how much longer he could wait
for his share of the action. The thought that the women's mutual excitement would
only make them more ready for him was the only thing that held him back.
The women were completely immersed in their lascivious probing. They groaned with
prurient satisfaction as their tongues discovered new vulnerable spots in the wet slits
before them. They searched everywhere, from asshole to clitoris, until they were both a
quaking mass of arousal. Joan was the first to go beyond the brink of tolerance.
"Aaaahhh... ohGod, darling... I'm cumming!"
Her new friend's squeals of pleasure loosened Erika's last resistance. "Oh yes! Yes! I'm
cumming too, darling!"
Neil watched delightedly as the women writhed out their orgasms. They both quivered
noticeably. Both were obviously ripe for pumping. His delicate dilemma was trying to
decide which one he should take first. He thought he had an answer. Quickly he
stripped off his own clothes and lay down on the rug. He was aware of the women's
eyes watching him lazily. He looked at them. "Anybody want to play?" he teased.
The women looked at one another and smiled.
"You first Erika you're the guest." They crawled over to where Neil lay. Erika headed
for his hard up thrusting cock that gleamed promisingly in the candlelight. Joan's target
was Neil's face. She squatted over him, her pussy-lips spread wide. "Eat my pussy,
darling," she told her excited husband.
Eager to please, Neil extended his tongue and prodded the sweet wet furrow hovering
over him. "Mmmmmmm!" he moaned as he tasted the first tangy drops of her arousal.
It was just at that moment that Erika lowered her cunt onto his stiff prick. Her warm
pussy folds enveloped his cock like a tight-fitting glove. He grunted appreciatively.
Both women were intensely stimulated by the erotic thrill of taking a man together like
this. They watched the tantalizing bounce of each other's tits as Joan squirmed over
Neil's face and Erika over his cock. Joan reached out and pinched one of Erika's
nipples. Then she leaned forward, searching for the blonde's lips. Erika was quick to
oblige. Their mouths melded erotically as they rode the pinioned man for their mutual
pleasure.
The young husband had never dreamed of anything like this, lying prostrate under the
two beautiful women in his life while they made wild love to him and to one another.
His tongue probed, greedily into the sweet-tasting pussy poised over him. His hips
ground upward to meet the clinging cunt descending rhythmically onto his burgeoning
cock. At times he almost forgot who was who. The only thing that seemed to be
important was that he was drowning in cunt, warm wet tangy cunt.
Both women noticed the dog Kane come into the living room. They looked from the
dog to each other and back again. "I want you to have a ride, too," Erika told Joan.
"Come on. You get on here. I'd like to play with your big boy there. Neil's told me all
about him."
The prospect titillated Joan. As Erika dismounted from Neil's turgid cock, she squirmed
around and eased her own hungry cunt down onto its filling girth. "Uuuuuu! Nice!" It
felt so wonderful to have a thick cock spreading wide the walls of her pussy. A tongue
was nice, but cock was better.
Neil didn't know what was going on any more. No sooner had he been deserted by
both cunts than one of them eased itself back down on his aching cock. But still there
was no pussy over his face. He opened his eyes and looked for the missing woman.
Erika was kneeling close to him, her ass thrust in the air, beckoning to Joan's dog Kane.
Again Neil was somewhat disappointed in the way the women were choreographing the
evening. He had planned to have them both to himself. But it was obvious he was
going to have to share with the German shepherd. He consoled himself with the
thought that he was going to need help to keep up with two such horny women.
He watched Erika guide the animal's cock toward the waiting-hole of her pussy. He
watched the look of ecstasy on her face as she took the dog's long tapered cock deep
into her wet twat. It was apparent that Joan was watching too. She had slowed her pace
over his stiff up thrust cock. Her cunt started moving more abandoned than ever once
Erika was writhing her ass back against the dog's deep-penetrating cudgel.
The lovely blonde looked like a demented creature as she began to screw her ass back
against the dog's loins in earnest. Her tongue protruded slightly from between her lips.
Her eyes took on a glassy stare. She was obviously in a very private place, a wanton
land of wrenching pleasure. She groaned low and steadily. For the moment, she paid
little attention to Neil and Joan.
The married couple seemed to respond as one to the lewd spectacle of Erika's coupling
with the dog. He grabbed his wife firmly by the hips and guided her movements up and
down over his cock. She wriggled her ass energetically, relishing the slick filling feel of
his cock as it soared deep into her belly. "Oooooohhh, Neil darling! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Ahhhhh! God, I'm cumming!" She yielded all control of her movements to him as she
collapsed forward onto his chest, panting with the intensity of her release.
Neil held onto her tightly and continued to pump his aching prick deep into her. His
eyes never left Erika and Kane. The blonde was fucking the animal with a demonic
intensity as though daring him to push her over the brink of forgetfulness. Her every
wanton movement suggested that she was searching for something desperately,
something that she was very close to finding. "Ahhhhh, God, I'm cumming! I'm
cumming!"
"Oh, shit... yeah, me too!" Neil finally felt his load spurt up into his wife's spasming
belly. He was overwhelmed by the experience of being here with these two sensual
women like this, sharing their orgiastic power. He watched the dog lose his cool and
pump his loins urgently against Erika's ass. He couldn't resist her any more than Neil
could.
The three humans lay exhausted for some time, relishing their feelings of release. From
time to time, they would reach out and stroke one another.
Joan snuggled her way into Erika's arms and lay secure as a kitten on the teat. "I hope
we'll be seeing a lot of you around, here, Erika."
"You will, darling. You will." Neil felt like a matchmaker.


Epilogue

It was dark in the Well Cum Inn. At first Neil didn't recognize the man who called to
him as he looked for a seat at the bar. Phil Wheeler was sitting in a comer booth by
himself. Neil ordered his drink and joined Phil in the booth.
"Hi Neil are you taking a boys' night out too?"
"I guess you could call it that, Phil."
"What's the matter, boy? You look glum."
"Hell, I am. Back in the old days, I could go over to my girl friend's apartment and get
away from it all. A little conversation, a little booze, a lot of hanky panky, you know?
Now, the girl friend comes over to my house. And by the time I get home from work,
my wife's got her all worn out and vice versa. I don't know if I go for these modern,
enlightened relationships, Phil."
The bigger man started to laugh. At first Neil looked offended. Then he too broke into
laughter. "I admit it. It's crazy. Being beat on the hustle by my own wife, I never would
have imagined it."
"Neil sounds to me like you're going to have to find yourself another girl friend. A
secret stash, so to speak."
"I don't know, man. Joan and I promised we would have an 'open relationship'. No
secrets."
"Sure, that's the rules on the outside. But nobody plays strictly by the rules. That would
take all the fun out of it. You've got to be your own man sometime, or you shrivel up
and die inside."
"You mean you don't tell Sandy everything you do?"
"Hell no, man. There are some things I don't think even Sandy would understand."
Neil stared at his friend for a long time. Slowly, his face broke into a grin. He cuffed
Phil playfully on the arm. "Can I buy you another drink, friend?"
"You sure can. I've got all the time in the world."
"Good man."


THE END
