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Chapter 4

Berny continued to lap away on Marie’s pussy and clit. Her moaning and groaning grew louder. Sliding her hands up under her T-shirt, she fondled her breasts. Her eyes were closed, and her head thrown back. “Oh God, I want you so bad,” she purred as she had her first dog-inspired orgasm.

She pushed him away and immediately fell to her knees. I had already supplied a towel. Marie didn’t even have a chance to signal as Berny knew exactly what this bitch wanted. He quickly mounted her and began thrusting. He soon found the warm, inviting opening and pushed hard. With each thrust, he grew larger. Marie moaned at first, but as he grew, the moans turned to groans and then to squeals.

“Oh fuck, Trent. He is so big,” she wailed and gripped the couch. Berny was unfazed by her squeals and shouts. In fact, it probably spurred him on. His back paws gripped the carpet as he pounded her at warp speed. “Yes. Good Boy. Fuck me harder,” Marie cried, but Berny was doing what came naturally. What Angela had obviously taught him.

I glanced over at Vern, and he was staring at his dog, humping my wife. He wasn’t even blinking. I had an erection, and I was sure he did too. How could you not as you listened to Marie responding to her doggy lover. Again she squealed and groaned, and I realized it was knotting time. “Oh, shit,” was all Marie could manage as the huge knot opened her up as nothing had before.

Then Berny stopped moving. He was panting as he rested on Marie’s back. He twitched, Marie moaned again. He was filling her up with his seed. She told me later he had cum maybe 4 times, and she thought she would explode. She was so full.

After several attempts to withdraw, each time causing Marie to squeal, he finally managed it. Her pussy expelled huge amounts of dog cum onto the towel and down her thighs. It was then that I saw his cock. It was red and both huge in length and girth. I wondered if I could even measure up. She looked over her shoulder at Berny and then me. Her eyes were wide open, and she smiled at me. Then she looked back at Berny, who was lying there licking his cock clean.

“Oh, Berny, you lovely dog,” she muttered, “I want you again.”

Vern was now staring at my wife still kneeling on the floor, her pussy still oozing dog cum. “Oh hell, that is so sexy,” he said, “I never get tired of seeing a bitch get serviced by one of my dogs.”

Several minutes later, Berny stood up, his cock still extended. Marie tapped her bum, and Berny again approached her. Vern sat wide-eyed as Berny again mounted her. “Your wife sure is a dog slut, isn’t she,” he remarked.

I nodded as she again accepted his thrusting penetration. “Yes, you good boy, retake me. Fuck me harder,” and she squealed as he did just that.

Now she moaned and grunted as he did his best to mate again with this strange bitch. Again Vern was staring. I began to wonder if he wanted a piece of her as well. There was no way I would countenance that. Again Berny was able to tie with Marie and fill her love canal with copious amounts of doggy cum. Finally withdrawing, both he and Marie were exhausted. I paid Vern for the service, and he and Berny left. “Oh darling, I’m so sore but so happy,” Marie said, and she waddled off to the ensuite, towel saving the carpet.

I sat still, amazed at what I saw. My wife came out from the ensuite naked. “Take me as he did,” she urged me.

“I hope I can measure up, and that will not be disappointed,” he said, somewhat concerned.

“Don’t be so silly,” she said, admonishing me, “just don’t cum too quickly, honey. I want to be thoroughly and completely fucked”.

I did my best to duplicate the pounding the Doberman had given her. She moaned and pushed back as I pushed forward. “Oh darling, that is so nice,” she moaned.

I realized she was rubbing her clit as I rogered her. She came with a squeal, and her excitement pushed me over the edge. My cock didn’t go limp straight away, and I humped her for nearly five more minutes before I went flaccid. She turned around and kissed me passionately.

“My dog was the main meal, but you are such a lovely dessert,” she whispered.

**

Sunday was hot, and we decided to go for a walk. We got to the park, and she pointed to a couple of dogs running around. She got a lustful look in her eyes. “Look at that one,” she said, smiling broadly. It was a rather large German Sheppard. The owner was a woman, perhaps around 30. “I wonder if she is a dog slut” she whispered, “that dog certainly looks cute.”

“Calm down, darling,” I said, “not every woman likes dogs, and not every dog likes to play with its mistress.”

She chuckled. “They don’t know what they are missing,” she said, winking at me. She sat watching that dog and others running around, and I was aware that she was getting turned on imagining them with her. Suddenly she turned to me. “Take me home, Trent. I need sex,” she whispered.

**

Back home, we quickly undressed, and she begged me to lick her pussy and her clit. She didn’t really need to beg as I was happy to do it. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders. “I’m not going to let you go until you make me cum three times,” she shouted. It took some work, but mission accomplished. “Fuck me, hard honey. Take me, Trent. I want to be your slut” she wailed, and again I did my best to satisfy the need she had to be dominated.

We lay on the bed out of breath but both smiling. I looked at her. Her journey into the realms of bestiality had released the devil in her. I wondered how far I could go in her current mood. We went into the ensuite together and had a shower. I suggested we spend the rest of the day naked. She giggled and said it was a good idea. I could tell she was excited as her nipples were erect and her cheeks a little flushed. It wasn’t long before my cock woke up. She started to tease me, so I ordered her to suck it and give me a blowjob. Then she shocked me totally.

“I wonder if dogs like their cocks sucked,” she said. “That would be interesting.”

I mentioned the fact that they self-lubricated with pre-cum, and she thought for a moment.

“I don’t suppose it tastes much different to your cum,” she said, “and I don’t mind the taste of you.”

I just shook my head. Bestiality videos had women sucking dog cock, but they were getting paid to do it. I doubted whether they enjoyed it.

**

During the following week, I was aware that Marie was thinking about Vern and Angela’s Great Dane. There were a couple of videos we had watched, and they were huge. “I wonder if their Great Dane is big,” she said.

Obviously, she had thought about it. “I guess if you really want to try him, I can make a booking,” I said.

“Oh yes, Trent, honey. Please call Vern,” she gushed.

I asked her if she was sure, and she quickly dispelled any doubt. I rang Vern, and he said Saturday afternoon was the only spot he had available. I told Marie, and she said, “Yes, take it.”

My dog slut wife had her next appointment.

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Chapter 5

Marie was super excited about her ‘playdate’ with Vern and Angela’s Great Dane. I was less sure as they seemed such a large dog and, by comparison, large in one particular area. I guess I was feeling uneasy. I didn’t compare to The Doberman in that area, so a Great Dane? Yes, I was jealous. It would be nice to be hung like a horse. Like a porn star. Thankfully Marie still seemed very interested in sex with me, so she had totally gone over to the dark side.

The weekly shopping was done on Friday night, seeing her appointment was Saturday afternoon. I had booked 2 pm, so time was tight. We had an early lunch on Saturday, and Marie disappeared into the bedroom to prepare for her date. I sat in the lounge, pondering what was about to happen. Marie came out in a bathrobe. “I want to be naked,” she said.

I thought of how Vern had looked at her dressed so nude would drive him wild. “Are you sure, honey?” I asked. “What about the claws or whatever they are called?”

She just smiled. I think the idea of being marked excited her.

**

Again Vern was right in time. I opened the door and looked down at the dog. “My God,” I said, “It looks like a horse.”

Vern chuckled. “It isn’t the first time I have heard that.”

We went into the lounge, and Marie gasped. “Wow, what a big boy,” she said, somewhat nervously, “I hope…” and she stopped. Her eyes were wide open and filled with lust. She had momentarily hesitated, but I could see she wanted him. “What’s his name,” she asked.

“Otto,” Vern replied, “A good Danish name, I think.”

She leaned over and patted him. “So, Otto, are you ready for some fun?”

Marie shed her rode, and I saw Vern smile. He must have read my mind. “We cut the dog’s nails, honey,” he said, “Many of our customers like to mate naked.”

Even as he was saying it, I could see the lust in his eyes. I wondered how many of his customers he shared with his dogs. ‘Not my wife mate,’ I thought. Marie sat on the edge of the couch and patted her pussy. Immediately Otto’s ears pricked up, and he advanced. His tongue was wide and rough, as all dog’s tongues are, and Marie moaned.

“Good doggy,” she said as she opened her legs wider. She closed her eyes and began to fondle her boobs as the wave of pleasure washed over her. “Yes, lick my cunt, you lovely boy,” she moaned. “Make me nice and wet and ready for your cock”.

The image of my wife totally into what was happening made my cock grow hard. Even though he did this sort of thing regularly, I am sure Vern was in a similar condition. Marie was now leaning back and groaning. Suddenly she opened her eyes and squealed. “My darling, you made me cum” she said, “Do it again.” Otto had been fully trained to give pleasure, and his licking got her off again. “I want you, Otto, my darling,” muttered Marie. “Take me, you beast,” and she pushed him away and knelt on the towel I had provided.

Again his training was such that he didn’t need signals to know what was next. Mounting Marie, he fought furiously to find his target. A scream of joy from Marie meant he had found it. Thrusting wildly, his cock obviously growing with each thrust, he buried his cock into a moaning, squealing bitch. “Yes, baby, do it to me,” she cried and wailed as he pounded her furiously.

She gripped the couch and began to push back. Nothing else was important as the huge cock infiltrating her pussy. He began pushing harder, and I realized his knot was swelling, and he was trying to force into Marie. She groaned and then yelped as she was opened up like never before. She told me later it felt like a basketball was being pushed inside her. Several more thrusts and squeals from Marie and Otto stopped moving. Both the dog and Marie were puffing and panting from the effort. Now Otto was not moving, but Marie was rocking back and forth. Then Otto growled, and his body shook as he began to spray his seed into his eager bitch.

“Oh yes, baby, fills me up,” she muttered.

Reaching down, she began to rub her clit. Between Marie moaning and Otto growling, it was quite a scene. Finally, having had his way with his unusual bitch he attempted to withdraw. This causes Marie to grunt and shakes her head. Several times this replied as each time he failed. I suspected that Marie had squeezed her thighs together to hold him longer. Finally, he managed to escape, and he laid on the floor, licking his cock. I stared at him. His cock was the biggest yet. I could not believe my wife had taken that monster so readily or enjoyed it so much. As Otto cleaned himself up, Marie looked around, and I saw the lust in her eyes. She looked at me and smiled. Turning quickly, she grabbed his still slightly enlarged knot.

“Oh my darling, you are so big,” she whispered. As both I and Vern looked on with amazement, she began to lick Otto’s cock. “Mmm, so nice,” she said and laid on her side.

She licked up and down his member and around the tip. Then she opened wide and began to suck him. Otto gave a sort of growl. One suspected it was in pleasure. Holding his cock in one hand, her other hand began to rub her clit. While she masturbated, she began to deep throat the dog. I stared non-plussed as I watched her lose herself in the moment of pure debauchery. I looked over at Vern, and he was licking his lips as he, too, was speechless.

“I want you again, darling,” Marie muttered. “I want that big cock deep in my cunt. I want to be your dog slut whore”.

She had completely forgotten about her audience. All she wanted was another round with her doggy lover. Otto was up to the task. After getting herself off, she again took up her position kneeling ready for him. He didn’t hesitate. After a few licks of her still wet pussy and he mounted her. His aim was perfect this time, and she screamed as he began again to pound my wife’s welcoming love canal.

“Yes, baby. Like that’ Oh fuck yes, like that,” she squealed as he mated with his bitch.

His hips were a blur as he did what dogs do. Marie moaned and groaned as his knot swelled, and after several hard thrusts, he was tied. Again not moving, he growled and came several times. “Oh God, I am so full,” she wailed. “You are a lovely boy, and I am your bitch.”

He seemed to escape easier this time as I sure her pussy was well stretched and well lubricated. Cum gushed from her as he pulled away. This time he headed into a corner of the room. Vern had not said a word up until now.

“Shit, that was so unreal,” he said, “Your wife is a total dog slut and no mistake. Poor Otto may have met his match.”

I laughed as I looked that the huge dog lying there puffing and panting. There was little doubt he had given his all. It took several minutes for Marie to regain her composure. Gripping the soaked towel between her legs, she headed for the bathroom. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Vern. “I am not sure I can top that,” I said, only half-joking.

“Yes, Trent,” he said, “She is something else.”

Vern was about to leave when Marie came back into the lounge. She was still naked. Vern stared and again licked his lips. She didn’t seem at all fazed and was looking at Otto. “He is such a lovely dog,” she said. Her fondness for him was evident. She looked at Vern. “I hope I can enjoy him again,” she said and hugged me. “Thank you, darling,” she said, “You are so understanding.”

Vern said, “I better be going. Come to Otto, let’s get out of here before she wants you again.”

Leading him out the front door, they headed home.

**

“I couldn’t have retaken him, Trent,” said Marie, “My pussy is so sore.”

“Are you ok?” I said, showing concern.

She laughed. “Well, my pussy has been stretched, I have been filled with dog juice, and I have sucked a dog’s cock. Yes, I am fine.” She hugged me and felt my crotch. “My poor sweetheart,” she whispered, “An erect cock and watching your wife with a dog. How can I help?”

I grinned. “Well, my cock is not as big as Otto’s, but I am sure you can deep throat me like him.”

She pulled down my pants. “No, not as big as Otto, but I love your cock. Not only am I a dog slut, but I am also a Trent slut, and she sucked my balls dry.

As we laid in bed that night, she told me that she wanted to take it easy. “Perhaps we can go and visit Vern and Angela’s kennels one day,” she mused, “Not right away, but someday.”

I agreed with her. “Yes, that would be OK.”

But she didn’t hear. She was already asleep.

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Chapter 6

Marie had expressed a desire to actually go to Vern and Angela’s breeding farm to see the dogs. I was less than happy about it. I had seen the way Vern looked at my wife, and I was sure he wanted to have a piece of her. Of course, Marie didn’t realize this as she was only interested in one thing. The dog mating with her. I told Marie that she should take a break and reassess what she wanted to do. I had hoped that once she thought about what she was doing, she might decide enough was enough.

At first, she did say that I was right. That she should stop, at least for a while, and let things return to normal. For a couple of weeks, I was happy, but one night she practically ordered me to fuck her doggy style. I knew what she was thinking. Afterward, I challenged her about it, and she admitted that while our sex was great, she still thought about the dogs, particularly Otto and his huge cock. In the end, I had to concede; her wife was really a dog slut. I could fight it or just go with it. I decided to go with it.

I rang and spoke to Angela. “Hi,” I said, “My wife Marie would like to visit you. Is that possible?”

“Of course, Trent,” she replied, “We could make it Sunday as we have something special that day. Say around 2 pm? Would that suit?”

“That would be fine,” I replied.

I wondered what she meant about special, but I let it pass. I guess we would soon find out. When I told Marie I was going, she hugged me. “Oh, darling,” she purred, “You are the best husband.”

I was letting my wife live out her fantasy, so I guess I was. Either that or I was stupid. I tended to think the former was right.

**

Sunday came, and Marie was so excited. I began to wonder why I had caved in so easily. But it was too late to back down. We had a quick lunch and timed it perfectly to arrive dead at 2 pm. Vern stood at the front door of the house to welcome us. I hoped this special didn’t include him. No, I guess the safety had his wife there. Angela kissed Marie on the cheek, and we had coffee. Then Vern outlined what this special event was.

He said that at 3 pm on a Sunday, they ran a live watch program with one of their clients with a dog. I was stunned. “You mean they have sex with a dog live on the internet?” I asked.

“Exactly,” replied Vern.

“Oh shit, Marie, you can’t do that,” I snapped.

Obviously, Vern knew my concern. “The woman wears a mask,” he went on to explain, “So she isn’t identifiable. I hold the video camera, and I make sure she is disguised.”

I looked over at Marie, and she was smiling broadly. I couldn’t believe she was considering it. “Show me the mask,” I said, and Angela produced two.

One was a full face mask of the dog with the eyes and mouth the only openings and a half mask of a cat. Marie laughed. “I like the dog one,” she said, “and it covers my whole face. What do you think, Trent?”

What could I say? “Yes, the dog one, honey,” I said.

While Vern fiddled with his camera, Angela got busy setting up their studio for the show. Marie whispered, “Are you ok with this?”

I smiled. “You know you are excited about it, honey, and if you are happy, then I am happy. Just make sure that mask doesn’t come off.”

Vern came back to announce he was ready to go. Marie kissed me and headed off with Angela. “We have this large screen TV rigged up so you can watch Trent,” he said.

The idea of him alone with Marie didn’t fill me with confidence, but at least I could watch what was going on. The screen came alive and showed an empty room. I guess Marie was going to make a grand entrance. Apparently, they were on a site for which was people paid to be part. A good money maker, I was sure. The door opened and in walked Marie leading the Great Dane. I had a feeling the dog was HER choice. She was naked except for a pair of high heel shoes and the mask. It was impossible to see who she was. A big relief, I can tell you. She took the lead off Otto and played around with him. She stood with her legs apart and patted her pussy. He immediately moved in and began to lick her. She didn’t need to pretend as she moaned.

“Oh yes, baby, lick my pussy. Get me all ready for your big cock.”

I have to admit that watching her was exciting me as well. My cock sprung up to watch too.

There was a chair in the center of the room, and Marie sat down and spread her legs. Otto again moved in and began to lick her again. This time she was also rubbing herself and moaning loudly. “Yes, you, darling boy,” she moaned, “Make your bitch cum before you fuck me.”

Angela walked into the room. “She is a natural Trent,” she said, staring at the screen. “I think she loves it more than me.”

“You have done these sessions before?” I asked.

“Yes, honey. I am so jealous she is doing it today,” she replied.

Marie pushed Otto away and knelt on the floor. “I am yours, you handsome dog. Come on and take your bitch. I am so ready,” she said and then squealed as Otto did as he had been trained.

Mounting her, he eagerly thrust his growing cock at her and, in seconds, entered her pussy. Feeling the wetness of her and the pre-cum he was shooting, he buried his large cock deep into Marie. She screamed, “Good boy, oh fuck, yes, do it, do it.”

Otto probably had no idea what she was saying. He just did what came naturally and pounded away. More screams as he forced his huge knot inside his bitch. Then he stopped moving by. Marie continued to moan and groan.

Then a louder moan. “Oh yes, darling dog. Fill my cunt with your doggy cum…”

The camera was shaking a little. I had no doubt Vern was affected, as was Angela and I. “She is a natural,” Angela kept saying.

Vern zoomed-in showing Otto firmly tied to Maria. I imagined their clients going bonkers over what they were seeing and hearing. My wife, the movie star. It was several minutes, and several attempts before Otto was able to withdraw. Vern captured the moment and the flow of dog cum from Marie’s stretched pussy. Marie turned and grabbed Otto’s cock, still fully extended. Quick as a flash, she began to lick and suck him.

“My God, I never do that,” gasped Angela, and she looked at me.

“Don’t look at me,” I said, “She loves that too.”

It was some five minutes before she let Otto go.

The camera went off, and Vern came out all excited. “Best session yet,” he said, smiling, “She was great, Trent.”

“Yes, I noticed the camera was shaking a bit,” I said.

“I couldn’t help it,” he replied, “It was just so erotic.”

Angela was nodding furiously. Ten minutes later, Marie came back fully dressed and smiling broadly. “That was fun,” she said, her excitement obvious.

“Yes, honey,” said Trent. “You can come back at any time.”

Then Angela pipped up, “Our website is swamped by messages,” she said, “They are all saying they loved it. Marie. If you like, we could make this a regular thing. We will pay you, of course. Maybe even make a movie. What do you think?”

Marie looked at me. “Let Trent and I talk it over first, and we will let you know.”

**

We didn’t speak on the way home. I wasn’t sure what to say, and Marie was still coming down from her high. When we got inside, she handed me an envelope. “Here, darling. Vern gave this to me, but you should have it,” she said.

I opened it, and it was full of $50 notes. Vern had apparently paid her for the little act she put on. “Vern said there’s more where that came from if I want to do it again,” Marie said and smiled.

I looked at the smile on her face and then the notes. “Why not have a shower, sweetheart, and we can discuss it,” I said.

Of course, I didn’t talk about dogs and money as I later had my way with her. But we’ll talk soon. However, it will be hard to say no to the money or her pleasure.

*****

Chapter 7

Marie calmed down after your internet debut. That time of the month arrived mid-week, which put a halt on things. On Friday, Angela rang all excited. “The video was a smash hit,” she said, “and we got a flood of extra clients on the back of all the chatter.”

Marie smiled and said she would be pleased to do it again. When asked when she looked at me and said, “This Sunday.”

She hung up and told me that Vern and Angela now had 2,000 followers who were paying $100 a week. I was gobsmacked. I never realized that bestiality was so widespread. Apparently, the majority were women—another shock. I would have thought the audience was all men jerking off as they watched. I could see there was no way of talking Marie out of it. She was determined to do another show. So I just shrugged my shoulders and agreed to take her. By Sunday morning, her period had well and truly passed, and she was already getting amorous.

“I know you are reticent to agree, but if I fuck you right now, will you at least try to be happy about it?” she said.

Not wishing to upset her day, I took her into the bedroom and pounded her furiously. She smiled, I smiled, and it was all good.

**

As last week we arrived at Vern and Angela’s place around two. Coffee and a chat. Vern was eager to get set up, as was Angela. They all a buzz at last week’s success and the resultant increase in the numbers buying in. “We are talking big money,” Vern said, so we have to deliver a good show. Marie smiled.

I had no doubt she was just as eager as they were for a good show. I was feeling a bit like a third wheel in the discussions. I just nodded and smiled. My thoughts were not sought in any of it.

Approaching 3 pm, Vern got ready, and Angela took Marie away to prepare. I settled down in front of the widescreen TV to be an interested observer. Right at 3 pm, the door opened, and Marie led the Doberman, Berny, into the room. Again she was naked with just her shoes and the mask. She released Berny’s lead and stood patting her pussy. Immediately Berny advanced and began to lick her pussy. Marie moaned and closed her eyes. “Yes, good boy,” she said, her voice showing the emotion of the moment. She quickly sat down, and again, Berny feasted on her delicious pussy while she rubbed her clit. She groaned as she had an orgasm. “God, I need your doggy cock right now,” she said and quickly sunk to her hands and knees.

Berny pounced. He mounted her without delay and starting thrusting. Having found the target, he increased his thrusts’ speed, causing Marie to squeal as his cock grew inside her. “Yes, oh yes,” she wailed and began to push back against his thrusts forward. Marie suddenly screamed, “yes, baby, jam that big knot in her pussy. Seal me up and fill me with your cum.”

Berny had no idea what she meant but doing what came naturally, he growled and grunts and tied with his bitch. He stopped moving, but Marie was still rocking back and forth. I could see she was rubbing her clit as she managed to get herself off. Berny was getting impatient and trying to withdraw. Marie was groaning as she tried to stop him from getting away so quickly. But Berny prevailed and, after giving her pussy a couple of cursory licks, laid down on the floor. Quick as a flash, Marie spun around and grabbed his still extended cock. She began licking and sucking his cock as he watched, somewhat surprised. Then I noticed the door open, and the Great Dane came in. Angela had obviously decided to up the ante. Otto, see Marie on her knees, padded up to her. Marie was so engrossed in her oral administrations that she hadn’t notice Otto was in the room.

A loud squeal was heard as Otto saw his chance and mounted Marie from behind. A couple of thrusts and his huge cock found the opening, and he began pounding. Marie raised her head and then, giving another squeal, resumed her attention to Berny’s still erect cock. I watched, totally engrossed as she enjoyed her doggy threesome. Otto soon had his large knot buried in Marie’s pussy. Obviously, Berny had made it easier, having stretched her already with his knot. Marie again lifted her head.

“Good boy,” she said, “Good doggy. How I love the feeling of your cock,” and she resumed her pleasuring of Berny.

Finally, Berny, having deposited his juices deep in Marie, pulled back and stood there. It seemed he was waiting for his reward. Marie spun around and licked and sucked his cock while I watched with amazement.

Angela appeared and sat beside me. “Isn’t she just amazing?” she said.

I nodded. It was several minutes before she released Otto. Vern just crouched, camera in hand, and with a smile a mile wide. Even as he zoomed in on Marie’s tortured and dripping pussy the phone calls started. Angela answered a couple.

“We have a hit on our hands, Trent,” she said excitedly. “Everyone is so over the moon about your wife. I hope she never decides to give up show business”.

That made me laugh. I knew full well that she would never get tired of her adventures. As long as there were trained dogs, she would take them on.

**

We returned home, and Marie was in a state of euphoria. I had to admit that watching her had got my heart up (amongst other things), so I rushed into the shower, and we soaped each other up. “Please go slow, Trent darling,” she said, “Those dogs finish too soon. I want to fuck for hours.”

Well, I didn’t manage hours, but I did take my time between licking her pussy and fucking her. I reckon it was a good 45 minutes before I unloaded. Marie hugged me and told me how she loved me.

“And the dogs?” I asked, tempting fate.

“Yes, I love them too but not as much.”

Vern had given her another envelope and a piece of paper outlining what he expected in the future. More dogs, of course, and the possibility of Angela being also involved. I was happy that he was the cameraman as it would be impossible for him to join in. Sharing my wife with dogs? Yes fine. The possibility of some F/F action and dogs? Yes fine. Vern dipping his wick? No way, not ever. A man has to draw the line somewhere.

We both slept very well that night. It had been a day to remember. The idea of Angela being involved? Well, that was something to ponder.

 

To Be Continued…

 

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