Dog Desires: Part 1

By Story Teller 101.
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Chapter 1

I had been married for about 3 years. My wife, Marie, and I were not that clued up about sex. She was very conservative, always dressing well, and the sex was pretty basic. I didn’t have much experience either, but I thought it was fine and she seemed happy. Some very pedestrian foreplay and missionary position intercourse. Not earth-shattering, but I was happy and thought she was too.

One day I was at work, and Marie had the day off. She said she has housework to do. About 2 pm, the power went off in my office, and at 3 pm, the boss said we could all go home as it appeared that it wasn’t coming on soon. I drove home and parked the car. I let myself into the house, and I could hear moaning. I was mystified and thought my wife had hurt herself or something. I walked up the hall to a third bedroom we had converted into a home office. I looked in and stood there, absolutely shocked. My wife was naked and sitting at the desk masturbating with a dildo while watching a porn movie. I looked closer and saw it was a video of a woman with a large dog.

Marie heard me and spun around. She just stared at me in horror. “What are you doing?” I shouted, not in anger but complete shock.

She tried to speak but couldn’t and then burst into tears. I rushed over and hugged her. It took several minutes before she said anything. “Oh Trent, I am so ashamed,” she said, “I am sorry.”

Now a couple of questions came immediately to mind. First was the fact that she had a dildo that I didn’t know about. The second was the fact she was looking at bestiality porn. I asked her about the dildo, but it all linked with the porn. She was feeling horny and found a site on the internet and ordered it on-line. She had started watching porn to get ideas about sex, and the toy was part of it. She has been watching porn for nearly 6 months and happened upon the animal site. She had become addicted to watching it.

Now I stood embracing her, and despite my shock, I had a hard-on. “Why didn’t you tell me you were unhappy with sex,” I said.

She told me she was unhappy, just that she wished we were a bit more adventurous. When I asked what she meant, she said we should go to the bedroom. “Will you let me decide what to do?” she asked. She said this while she was removing her clothes. How could I say no? Our previous foreplay consisted of my fingering her and her stroking my cock. She was naked and told me to get undressed. We got on the bed. “Lick my pussy Trent,” she said, “like they do in those movies.”

Now I had seen porn and thought it was all bullshit. Women acting like sluts and moaning fuck me fuck me. But I did as she asked. Guess what? She started moaning. “Yes, honey, just like that. Now my clit. Lick my clit”.

Now I am not sure if it was me or what she had done with the dildo, but she squealed, “I’m cumming,” and shook all over.

It was wild.

I slid up the bed, and we kissed. “I can taste my pussy,” she said and chuckled. “Now, would you like me to suck you?”

She had never done that, ever. “Are you sure?” I asked her.

“Yes, darling, but don’t come. Agreed?”

I nodded, and she licked and sucked my cock. “You better stop, honey,” I said reluctantly.

“Make love to me, no, fuck me,” she said. I expected her to lay on her back, but she got on hands and knees. “Like this, Trent. Fuck me like this.”

As I mounted her, I realized that I was fucking her like one of those dogs in the video. I decided to really pound her, and the harder I did, the more she moaned and yelled. She loved it. I had cum, but my cock stayed hard, and I lasted more than 10 minutes. We collapsed on the bed. “Oh sweetheart, that was so good,” she murmured.

“Just like a dog?” I asked.

“Don’t be disgusting,” she said and gave me a huge grin.

Yes, she was thinking about it too.

I asked her to show me the sites she had been looking at. She knew them off by heart. She seemed to get excited at the rough sex sites, which shocked me. But when she went on a bestiality site, she began to breathe deeper, and it was obviously turning her on. I asked what the attraction was, and she said the fact that the dog was in control and the woman was at his mercy. I looked at these sites, and it appears, in many of them, the dog didn’t really know what was required, and some actually faked the moans and groans. But a number of them were full-on. After about half an hour, she was so into it, and she wanted to go back to bed. I didn’t have to ask. She immediately got on her hands and knees and yelled at me to fuck her. There was no doubt what she thought as I did just that.

It seemed that we had flicked a switch. No more fingering followed by basic missionary sex. Licking, sucking, and playing with the dildo and then wild sex. No always doggy style but cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Our sex life had gone to a whole other level. But I knew that she would be watching videos on her days off while I was at work. I had a hard-on just thinking about what she might be looking at. But I knew after threesomes and gang-bangs she would tune into the bestiality sites. I was ok with it as it had translated into better sex life, but I wondered if she was so into it, she might want the real thing. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least find out.

A guy at work mentioned that he had found a doorway into what he called the dark web. I suspected he just found sites that were not your normal Facebook and Twitter. Anyway, while Marie was cooking dinner, I clicked on it. Wow, it blew me away. There was a huge classified section that allowed people to post requests for sex or to offer sex. There were sections for couples to meet men or women, couples to meet couples, and even requests for bisexual encounters. One section was a shemale site. But what caught my eye was one offering bestiality services. I looked at these. Some were from animal farms offering services and one particular one offering an at-home service. This guy would bring a trained dog to your house. I stared at it and wondered if it was real.

Marie came in to tell me dinner was ready. “What are you looking at?” she asked.

I didn’t lie. “This guy at work told me about this site,” I said and showed her.

She gasped. “Oh my God, it’s a sex site,” she said and looked closer.

I brought up the bestiality site. She went quiet and just stared at the screen. “This guy reckons he has a dog he can bring to a home and is trained to mate with women. How unreal is that?”

She gripped my shoulder and quickly said, “Dinner’s ready, honey.”

I turned, and her eyes were wide, and there was excitement there. As soon as dinner was over, she suggested sex. It was obvious she was turned on. And yes, she wanted it doggy style. Nothing was said about what I had found, but I knew she was thinking. I wondered if she would go the whole way, so I telephoned the dog owner and spoke to him. He seemed ok and answered all my questions. I told him I would let him know. He said I would have to book as he had had quite a few inquiries. It was obvious that his ‘services’ were well patronized.

I took a deep breath and told my wife about my phone call. “You didn’t,” she said, but not in an angry way.

I just told her, “If you wanna go through with it, just say so, and I will make a booking.”

She sat looking at me. I knew that look. Minutes later, we were on the bed, and in the throes of sexual passion, she admitted she wanted me to call.

*****

Chapter 2

Marie had told me she wanted me to ring the dog man. I must admit I hesitated. All-day, I stared at the phone, almost picking it up and then changing my mind. That night I again asked if she wanted me to ring. No longer shy, she said a resounding yes. I kissed her, took a deep breath, and dialed the number. A woman answered, which threw me a bit. “Vern isn’t here right now. Can I help? I’m his wife Angela,” she said.

I almost hung up. Then she said, “Are you answering our ad?”

Their ad? So she was aware of the ad. I cleared my throat. “Yes,” I said. “Vern said I should make an appointment.”

“Vern is out on a job at the moment, but I have the appointment book in front of me. We just had a cancellation on Saturday night. How does that suit?”

I said Saturday night, perhaps 8 pm. She said that would be perfect. I gave her our details as Marie squeezed my arm.

I hung up and turned to see Marie wide-eyed. “Well, sweetheart,” I said. “The booking is Saturday night. I hope you are sure about this.

She kissed me, and her tongue went halfway down my throat. “I’m sure, honey,” she said. She laughed when I told her my cock was hard. “We have to have dinner first,” she said, laughing, “but I promise to say thank you later.”

We hurried through the meal and the washing up. Grabbing my hand, she led me back into the bedroom. Clothes were shed, and she told me to lie on the bed. She began to suck my cock. It felt so nice. “OK, honey, I think you should stop now,” I said.

She looked up and gave me the sexiest grin. “I said I was going to thank you,” and she resumed sucking me.

“I’m so close, baby. Time to stop…” but she squeezed my balls and sucked harder.

I couldn’t hold out any longer and shot her mouth full of cum. She swallowed several times and coughed. She looked up and grinned again. “Thank you, darling,” she purred.

**

The rest of the week was crazy. She was so turned on. From just looking at bestiality sites to doing it for real had her in a constant state of excitement. The sex just got better as Saturday drew closed. I had half expected her to tell me to cancel, but she didn’t seem fazed by what might happen. I thought about her with a dog and a stranger watching. I was both fearful and aroused. Friday, I again asked if she was sure. She looked a bit annoyed. “You keep asking. Yes, I am sure, Trent. It will be fun, I think. As long as his dog is better trained than some in that video.”

I knew what she meant. If I were going to pay, she would have to get my money’s worth. The subject was dropped.

Saturday morning, we did the weekly shopping, but Marie wasn’t really concentrating. I didn’t ask again if she had changed her mind. If she did, she would tell me. I admit that I was having second thoughts, though. Could I handle having a stranger watch my wife with a dog? How had it come to this? I had approached the task of finding Vern as a research project, but now it was genuine. But Marie showed no signs of backing out. In fact, after lunch, she was so turned on; she practically raped me in the lounge room. We had an early dinner, and she went to get ready. She came out in a top, skirt, and heels. She made sure I knew she wasn’t wearing knickers. I might not have been ready, but she certainly was.

**

Right at 8 pm, the doorbell rings. Although expecting it, we both jumped. I got up and opened the door. Expecting to see Vern, I was surprised to see Angela. “Hi, Trent. Vern got called away, so I am filling in. This is Goldie,” she said.

Goldie turned out to be a Golden Labrador. “Come in,” I said, and we walked into the lounge.

Marie was sitting on the couch and stood up and Shook Angela’s hand. She looked down at the Lab and smiled. I could see she was excited. “Vern tells me this is your first time,” said Angela. “Maybe I should explain a few things.”

Marie smiled. “I know a bit,” she replied, “about the knot and stuff.”

Angela nodded. “I see you have done your research, honey. Are you ready to start?” Marie sat back on the couch. Angela took the lead off Goldie. “Lift your skirt and pat your pussy. He knows the signals,” said Angela.

Marie did as she was told. Marie had always trimmed her pubic hair, but I could see she had shaved totally while getting ready. It looked so sexy. She patted her pussy, and Goldie immediately advanced and began licking her. “That is the signal I want to be licked,” Angela said.

I am not sure Marie was listening as she first yelped and then moaned. She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Oh, yes. So nice,” she muttered.

I looked over at Angela, and she was smiling. She glanced my way and winked. By this time, my cock was twitching.

After several minutes Angela suggested I get a towel. When I came back, she told me to put it on the floor and for Marie to kneel on it and rest her body on the couch. “He’s quite heavy honey, so that will support you,” she said.

Marie got in position. Goldie was panting, and his tongue was out.

“Now pat yourself on the bum,” said Angela. “That is his signal to mount you.”

Marie hesitated and then did as she was told. Goldie immediately reacted and climbed on Marie’s back. He began thrusting, and after a couple of misses, Marie squealed. Once Goldie found the target, he went to work. Marie told me later that with each thrust, his cock grew larger. Her squeals soon changed to moans and groans. “Good boy,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, so good.”

She began to push back as he thrust forward. He was hammering her like crazy, and the moans and groans grew louder. Again Marie squealed, which signaled Goldie’s efforts to bury his knot into her pussy. It took several attempts, and finally, he slowed and then stopped moving. Marie continued to moan as his knot had sealed her tight. Her eyes were shut, her mouth open, and she gripped the seat of the couch.

“Oh yes, I feel you are cumming,” she muttered as Goldie flinched.

Marie swears she felt him cum three times. Shortly after, she yelled as Goldie attempted to withdraw. Obviously, his knot had not shrunk. Several more attempts were tried before he finally was able to pull away. As his cock slid out of Marie’s pussy a stream of cum began seeping out and onto the towel. Goldie licked Marie’s pussy a couple of times and then the puddle on the towel. He then laid down and began to lick himself. I was shocked when I saw the size of his cock. Bugger me, and it was as big as mine.

Marie gave a deep, satisfied sigh and looked over at me. She mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and closed her eyes again. Angela patted Goldie. “Good boy. Did you like your new bitch,” she said.

Goldie was panting madly.

“Was it all you thought it would be, honey?” Angela asks.

Marie, still in a state of euphoria, nodded madly.

“If we wait a few minutes, he will do it again,” said Angela. “He has great recovery. Would you like that, honey?’

*****

Chapter 3

Marie remained kneeling on the floor with her body rest on the couch. It was obvious that she wanted more. Angela pressed her for an answer. “Goldie will mount you again, honey. But I need to know if you want it.”

Marie turned her head around and looked at Angela. “Yes, I want it, Angela. As soon as he is ready, I want him to fuck me again.”

Angela smiled, and I looked shocked. Marie had obviously enjoyed it so much she wanted it again. It was long before Goldie started looking at Marie, bent, ready for him. No encouragement was needed as Marie patted her behind, and Goldie leaped into action. I wish I could be ready so soon. His cock was already half extended as he mounted her. A squeal and then primeval grunts as once again Goldie pounded her pussy.

“Oh God, so big,” screamed Marie, and I could see she had reached down and was rubbing her clit as Goldie humped her mercilessly. “Yes, Goldie, darling, fuck your bitch,” yelled Marie as once again, his knot grew and finally was embedded deep in her sex.

It was again several minutes of moans and groans as he attempted to withdraw. Finally, he was successful, and again a flood of doggy cum spilled on the floor. This time Goldie slumped on the floor, exhausted. Marie was the same, puffing and panting. Angela attached Goldie’s lead again. “Take care of her, Trent,” she said, “it always takes me a while to regain my breath.”

I looked at her and realized she was training the dogs herself. “How many do you have?” I asked as we walked to the front door.

“Two labs, a Doberman and a Great Dane,” she replied. “Just let us know when you want to see us again.”

I think, after Marie’s response, it was obvious we would see them again.

**

I walked back into the lounge and helped Marie to her feet. She gave me a weak smile, but I could see her nipples were erect, and her crotch was swollen. “Oh, God, Trent. That was better than I could imagine. I love every minute of it.”

Doggy cum was still leaking from her pussy and running down her thighs. “I think you need a shower, sweetheart,” I said. “We can talk later.”

She waddled off, holding the cum soaked towel between her legs. She was gone for about 15 minutes before she came back wearing a bathrobe. I was sitting in a lounge chair, and she knelt in front of me.

“Please don’t be upset with me, darling,” she said softly. “I just felt I wanted to try it. Let me do something for you. Let me suck your cock to show nothing has changed.”

But, of course, things had changed. I had seen my wife engage in animal sex. But I had helped set it up, so I couldn’t really admonish her. Instead, I unzipped my pants. She smiled and immediately sucked me off. “I’m too sore for sex right now,” she explained. “So let me suck you dry,” and she did.

**

Sunday morning, and it was time to reflect on the previous night’s adventure. Marie was still buzzing about her coupling with Goldie. I admitted that I was turned on watching her being ravaged by a dog. She assured me that she had enjoyed it even though the actual humping had been quite short. Once the dog had tied with her, he didn’t move. She said that is what she liked about me. I would pound away for 15 or 20 minutes. Still, she would certainly do it again. She did mention an interest in the Doberman and/or the Great Dane. She imagined they would be more powerful and bigger. She didn’t need to explain that last part. I knew full well what she meant.

Things basically got back to normal into the week, but her interest in doing it with a dog again remained in the air. Finally, on Thursday, she got me to ring Vern again and inquire about Saturday night and what dog was available. When he said the Doberman was available, her eyes sparkled. She talked about being a slave to his desires. Then it hit me. She wanted to be dominated. The sex was secondary. The real turn on for her was being used by an animal who just wanted to mate with a bitch. If that bitch was human, well, that didn’t matter. The dog got his rocks off, no matter who.

That night we went to bed, and this time I deliberately took charge. First, I ordered her to masturbate with the dildo she bought. Then I ordered her to suck my cock. Finally, I took her into the lounge, made her kneel as she had with Goldie, and I mounted and fucked her as vigorously as I could. She was squealing and shouting obscenities as I did my best to duplicate what the dog had done – without the knot, of course. Afterward, she cuddled up to me and told me she wanted it like that more often. I decided I had better get fitter as I was puffing and panting.

I made an appointment with Vern for the following Saturday night, and he would bring the Doberman. “Angela told me your wife was a natural,” he said. “She told me that she had taken to it like a duck to water. Of course, Berny (the Doberman) is larger in every way.”

I assured him it was Marie’s choice to have the Doberman. The deal was done.

When I told Marie it had been arranged. She hugged me. “Thank you, darling,” she said excitedly.

“Vern did say he was big in every way,” I told her, and the smile on her face stretched from ear to ear.

I just hoped she could handle him. Then again, that was the point. She couldn’t handle him. He would handle her, and she would love it.

**

Again, the Saturday shopping trip was of little interest to her as she pondered what lay ahead. I prepared lunch while she sat in the lounge, her mind racing. After lunch, she admitted she was tingling all over. “Please fuck me, Trent,” she moaned.

How could I refuse such a request? She seemed more turned on than usual and begged me to ravage her. I was more than happy to do as she asked. First, I abused her clit until she came twice and then mounted her missionary position, and while I pounded her, I called a doggy slut and a dog bitch. She lapped it up. To finish, I pulled out and shot cum over her face. She was glowing.

Again, we had dinner early, and Marie went off to get ready. She came back into the lounge wearing a T-shirt and no bra and the short skirt from last week. Heels too. She loves heels. Her hair was pulled back in a pony-tail, and she had made her face. It looked like she was ready to go out, but we both knew she was staying in. She had a hot date with a Doberman. She sat on the couch and smiled at me. I took all my powers of control not to pounce on her then and there. She looked so hot. Her nipples were rock hard as she waited for the doorbell to go. Even though we were expecting it, we still jumped. I went to the door, and there was Vern with this huge dog.

“Hi, Trent. This is Berny.”

I looked at him, and my cock got even harder. “Oh mate, my wife is going to love this beast.”

Vern laughed. “I’m sure he is going to love her too.”

We walked into the lounge room, and Marie gasped. She stared at the dog and licked her lips. My sweet wife was lusting after her new doggy lover already. Vern looked at Marie and grinned. “My, my, you are lovely,” Vern said. “I’m jealous of Berny. He gets all the breaks.”

Marie chuckled and moved forward on the couch. Lifting her skirt, she patted her pussy. As expected, Berny recognized the signal and immediately padded up and buried his nose in her crotch. Marie squealed as the dog’s broad, rough tongue worked hard. “Oh yes,” she moaned as his tongue seemed to be sliding into her opening. “Good boy, Berny,” she muttered. “You and I are gonna have some fun tonight…”

To Be Continued…

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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