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So feeling a little inspired this morning. Here’s a recap of the weekend’s events. My wife and I went to a bed and breakfast in Kansas this weekend, also an exotic animal farm. How does one find such a place in Kansas, of all places, you may ask? About a year ago, there was a petting zoo that just kind of traveled all over, and for a few bucks, you can thrill yourself or the kids. We thought it was the typical fly-by-night type deal. This one had a few more exotic animals than just the normal goats and stuff – the zebra stood out and caused us to stop. We paid a couple of bucks to get in and a couple more for a handful of feed, and off we went. My wife, of course, ended up chatting to the young man running the place, who told us about the B&B and the farm and everything else about the place. Once, he mentioned giraffes – that sold her on it! So that you know, my wife has a “thing” for giraffes. With all of the d?r changes to the house, there are still giraffe things in every room, not just one! So, going to this place has been in her head for a year. I passed it off as just another whimsy of hers, like saving our change and going to Greece or somewhere else.

But this weekend, we did it. We both had Friday off. So I called the place Friday morning as you can’t book a room on the website. When finally speaking with the woman, she told me they had no problem accommodating us for Friday, Saturday night, or both if we wished. I told her Friday was fine after making my wife decide on a day she wanted to go on. I finished with the booking details, and then we hurriedly rushed to throw a few things together. It was almost 10 AM our time. We would lose an hour getting there, and it was about a six-and-a-half-hour drive. The evening tour started at 7 PM, and check-in was five or later. We both wanted to make it for the evening tour. We threw the top down on the convertible and went … to Kansas. I still can’t believe I voluntarily went there!

The drive was uneventful. I have been across that state so many times it isn’t funny. I wasn’t quite familiar with this little town, but the GPS on the dash seemed to know the way. We didn’t talk a lot on the way as with the top down it was difficult – so the occasional shout at each other and a little more talking once we got off the interstate and we were going slower through several small towns. We made good time – I got us there just after 6:30 pm local time. The entire trip there, I couldn’t help but think how I knew this was going to some mom-and-pop place that I would regret. I have checked into hundreds of hotels, and this one sounded like a place that gets 4 or 5 guests yearly!

As you turn down the road to the farm – with a big sign out front letting you know you are at the right spot – you see a pasture filled with animals. Not the typical Kansas cows or goats but a pasture filled with ostriches – that was cool! The short drive to the house and more animals abound; camels, zebras, and other exotic animals were easily visible from the parking area. We went inside the office, and no one was there except for a sign on the counter telling us to pick up the phone and dial 27, and someone would be down to assist us. We did that and she was down shortly after that. A sign on the wall welcomed us and the other three families staying there that weekend; I felt slightly relieved about the accommodations.

A full-figured young woman came down the stairs, checked us in, and gave a courtesy tour of the main building. With that, we went and got our bags and dropped them off in our room – we, of course, stayed in the giraffe room. As you can imagine, it was decorated with giraffe stuff everywhere – like being in our house! The young woman had pointed out where we could find the giraffes, so after settling in and having some time to kill, I grabbed the camera, and off we went to the giraffes.

About 8 of the large animals were there, and even when we called them, they didn’t seem too interested in us – so we got a few pics from 20 yards away. We walked around a bit as another of the families showed up, and then shortly, we started the evening tour, which is a much shorter version of the morning one. Of course, my wife gleaned as much information as possible from the young lady we would call Megan. Megan had a good sense of humor and would give anyone a little shit about whatever – kind of like my wife’s fascination for the giraffes and pretty much nothing else. The tour ended, and we talked with Megan a little more before going out to get something to eat. We barely made the only restaurant in town as they closed at 8 PM, and we walked in at 7:45 – which they said was no problem, and there were a couple of other people there. So we ate and got back at around 8:30 pm.

We met Megan when we got out as she was going to do nightly bottle feeding of some of the babies there and asked if we wanted to help? Of course, we did! This was all under the radar, though, as this is not normal, and we weren’t to tell anyone – so please keep this to yourselves. We got to feed a couple of baby camels and some kind of miniature deer type thing and a couple of zebras. We finished and talked to Megan a lil more, and then she went inside, and we headed over to … the giraffes! They were still kind of standing off, but the zebras that were there came over. Once we started petting the zebras, the giraffes thought they might be missing out on something.

The friendliest giraffe there was Hugo. He was also the biggest, easily towering over the rest, and topped at around 19 feet tall. We fed Hugo some grass from the other side of the fence that he couldn’t reach but liked. With this, we got some great close-up shots of him, got to pet him, get drooled on, and everything you expect from giraffes. If you haven’t ever had the opportunity to do so with these animals – this is typical as their tongues are 18 to 24 inches long – Gene Simmons has nothing on them! As we later learned from Megan, Hugo and the others are much more friendly and active once it cools off in the evening.

So, finishing up around 10 PM, we returned to our room – satisfied with giraffes for one night, or so I thought. We were both tired from the day’s events and got ready for bed. I wear just my underwear to bed, and my wife will wear that with a nightshirt of some sort as well, typically. This one was kind of a zebra print (I know, not a giraffe?!) that barely covered her ass. We went to bed, and I didn’t expect anything, as sex with us is an infrequent thing. After several attempts to start something, I wasn’t disappointed, and we both went to sleep. I woke up 2 hours later, having to piss. I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I got back in bed, I noticed my wife wasn’t there. It is a small room, so it’s not like there is someplace else for her to be.

I put on my shorts from the day and went out the door to the hall – our door was open so I knew she must have gone out it. It was quiet; a family checked in after we finished with the giraffes, but apparently, everyone else was asleep. I checked to see if she was in the breakfast room that also had games and stuff to drink – nope not there. I went downstairs to the vending machines and computer area – nope not there. That only left one place that I thought she could realistically be. I returned upstairs, grabbed the digital camera, and headed back down and out the door. I was quiet as there were signs asking me to do so, and I was even told by Megan that if you are up at night, to be quiet not only for the other people but for the animals that sleep at night.

I went around the main building and down the drive to where the giraffes were. There is some lighting that dimly lights the drive areas. As I got closer, sure enough, there was my wife hanging with the giraffes … and stroking Hugo’s huge cock! I was stuck in my tracks and couldn’t believe this was happening. There was Hugo up against the fencing. It was large, with a foot-wide gap between the rails. It was to keep the animals in; they weren’t squeezing out of this. But it was way more room than my wife needed to reach through and jack off this animal. His cock was bigger than a horse’s cock and had about the same shape. It was rock hard so she had been out here for at least a bit getting him to this state.

I could see her nipples hard and press against the thin material of her nightshirt in the cool night air. I turned the camera on and the flash. Then she stuck her head through the railing and licked at the giraffe cock hard in front of her. I couldn’t resist and snapped a shot off. The flash startled them both – her more than Hugo who has had his picture taken several times. I walked over to her and she just stood there, red as an apple and completely embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. Hugo stood there as well, hoping his hand job wasn’t over. As she tried to put something together to say, I stopped her and told her I just wanted to see her finish what she started.

She was shocked but smiled at me and started back at Hugo. She was tentative until I told her to jack him off like she was before the picture. She looked at me and knew I must have been watching for at least a few minutes. She started in earnest this time, though. I snapped a couple more pics and neither one cared this time. I could see the muscles in Hugo’s legs tightening and knew he had to be close. I told my wife to lick it again. She smiled at me and put her head through the railing. As she started to lick, Hugo did as I expected and unloaded a tremendous of giraffe cum onto her face and hair and into her mouth. My wife was shocked as the picture went off, and she jerked her head back, only catching her neck on the railing. She still had hold of Hugo’s cock, and when she pulled her head back, it pulled his cock towards her. The remainder of Hugo’s cum shot onto her arms and chest – soaking her nightshirt. I, of course, took a couple more shots. When she finally got her head out, she was soaked in giraffe semen – it was the hottest thing I had ever seen! Hugo was spent, and his cock was shrinking and softening.

We went back to the room quietly. My wife said she was going to take a shower – and not in cum this time. I had other ideas. My cock was as hard as Hugo’s, although not quite as long. I stood behind my wife and told her I would help. I grabbed the edge of her shirt and lifted it over her head, smearing the giraffe cum on it over her face. I tossed it to the floor and pulled her against me. She could feel me against her panty-covered ass, and I could feel her tits and stomach still wet from Hugo. I pushed her wet panties down and watched as she stepped out of them. I quickly removed my shorts and underwear and stood behind her with my cock pressed into her ass. I pinched her hard nipples and could smell the giraffe spunk in her hair. I pushed her to her hands and knees and knelt behind her.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?!” “You wanted to be mounted and fucked like an animal, didn’t you?!” My voice was harsh as I was excited just thinking about what I had seen. My wife stayed on her hands and knees, and all I heard from her was, “YES!” It made no difference at that point. She could have said no or that the pope was going to be here in 2 minutes, but I knew she was going to get fucked. I pressed my cock against her tight ass and pushed it just inside. I heard her say “ouch” quietly – which has always meant to fuck her ass a lil harder. I did! I pushed my cock farther into her ass. I reached down and grabbed her arms, pulling them from under her and knocking her face to the floor. As she did, I fell over her, and my cock was buried completely into her ass. I heard her groan loudly as I sank into her.

She stayed in that position, pulling her hands up and holding onto the edge of the rug we were on. She spread her legs a lil wider for me as I started fucking her ass. Pounding my cock in and out of her, “You wish Hugo was fucking you like this don’t you?!” I saw her nod as she tightened her grip on the rug. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me harder with each thrust. Then I heard her, in a low tone at first but then increasingly louder with each thrust into her ass, “Fuck me, Hugo! Fuck my ass!” She kept repeating the phrase, and I did just that. As she came with my cock deep in her ass, she screamed for Hugo to fuck her. I only hope the family with three boys wasn’t in the room next to us – not that I cared at that point but I did think about it later.

Feeling her orgasm ripping through her, seeing her practically tear the rug in half, I couldn’t wait for anymore. I pulled my cock from her tight ass and quickly knocked her over onto her back on the floor. If Hugo could cum on my wife, then I should be able to as well! I knelt over her and let loose of my cock. I immediately shot a massive amount of cum (well, by human standards, that is) onto her face. The remaining loads of cum I shot and dribbled onto her tits. As she sat up and my cum started to run down her face, I wiped it with my cock and watched as she opened her mouth. I wasted no time and slid my cock into her mouth as she sucked it clean and whatever was left inside it. After that was all done, she took a shower. When we returned to the bed, it was just 2 AM.

We woke the next morning with the alarm and got up and dressed. The smell of giraffe cum was still obvious in the room from her nightshirt. We went out to eat breakfast and got a couple of stares from the other families and we just figured they had heard us in the night. After we got our food, though, Megan came and sat with us. She asked if we were ready to visit the giraffes again. We both looked at her as she smiled at us broadly. She then said that her room is next to us on the corner and that the other window she has faces out to the drive that leads down towards the giraffes and zebras. My wife instantly started blushing, and I just sat there waiting to see what Megan would say. “I can’t see everything down that road from my room – just enough to know someone was out there.” She smiled at us, saying that she figured it was us. My wife was instantly relieved, thinking that she hadn’t been able to see what happened. As Megan got up, she leaned over and quietly said that the kitchen window looked right out to where Hugo and the others were!

She winked at us as she stood up and announced to the families there that we had an hour before the morning tour started. My wife had stopped eating, as she was all red again, and we watched as Megan bobbed out of the room. We think we must make a return trip to the B&B.

 

The End.

 

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