Dog's Bitch in Heat, Part II

I was in for it now. My son-of-a-bitch husband had no one but himself to blame for making me the way I was...or found out I was. I didn't bring a dog to our home; I didn't constantly berate my marital skills. It was his fault, entirely, but I felt guilty about it. That is the way of the abused spouse.

I had a taste of dog and wanted more but had to be discreet and clever and deceptive and use my brain. I had no friends except those of which husband approved--who were his friends. I was me, myself and I + the dog. We were an item as far as I was concerned and I wanted more in spades.

"He's lonely," I said. "Needs a companion," I said. Husband nodded. "We'll see," he said. I waited. That was only my other problem. My first problem is how does one tell a pet dog that loving to have your cunt licked and fucked all to hell is "a secret." A dog is the first to let the world know of excitement, jumping and leaping at people and things--go fetch a ball which it will enthusiastically do time and again...and when the truth is the dog likes the licking and fucking the spunky drippy cunt...I mean, how to be discreet?

In my case, of course, I blamed the son-of-a-bitch. He started it. I was only a reluctant and embarrassed actor in the part he created. If he hadn't brought the dog home--you know the rest of the story.

It was his fault and don't look at me when Your dog starts sniffing around me which he does all the time...my problem was when I even looked at the dog I would get wet and that would only excite him more...My husband knew I was a slut and only laughed at my "little problem." "You're a bitch," he would say, "and the dog knows it. What do expect, bitch!" He loved to call me that. If he only knew. I was afraid of what he might do.

I had to plan our mornings and nights to explain away this dog's insatiable interest in me but how to do that? Then one night I said: "You got off seeing him fuck me didn't you?" Son-of-bitch-husband nodded. "You want to see him do it again. I know it," I said. He just stared. "Well, how about right now," I challenged. "Bring him in here asshole." I got a good slap for that last remark. It was okay. It was part of my plan. Let the voyeur son-of-a-bitch watch a few times and in took the pressure off me when the dog was pawing and sniffing at dinner time.

So he brought in the dog who knew his part--only too, too well. I pretended to be the newly deflowered virgin and fumbled around with his prick as it sought its mark. This dog knew what he was doing by now. A poor actor. But I pretended to be the amateur and looked for the best position, helped that long dog cock into my longing hole which was hot and wet long before our little play began by the way. It felt so good. I had to pretend. I couldn't come too fast or husband might suspect.

I was a good actor and pretended looking bored...I was just putting on a show for husband. But the dog was hard at it, jamming me, fucking my cunt as he knew how and I thought maybe the dog was beginning to have doubts if he was fucking the same bitch who got so hot during the daylight sessions. I let loose a little and watched my husband jacking his dick. Then I couldn't hold back and my body was shaking and my hands over my mouth. Then at my waist feeling that slippery urgent dicking of my cunt.

Eyes closed now, stifling my usual groans as my lover dog made his bitch come good and then again as I was used to our routine. Coming once, for me, was only the beginning of multiple orgasm. My ears were ringing. My tongue was numb against my teeth. That dog was bringing me off so good now. Then we lay panting--that dog and me. I was afraid to open my eyes and see my husband. When I finally did, he looked stunned. He was just staring at us there on the bed, his own dick still dripping on his hand. He laid down and the room went quiet, except for our breathing.

He had to go to work early the next day. Overtime! I could hardly wait. I wanted the dog's knot in me. I had no idea there would soon be another dog in our lives. Someone to keep the first dog company--and me too. I wasn't about to be excluded from the menagerie.