It was getting harder and harder to keep my secret.
Dog’s don’t have secrets and that was one reason I was
having trouble. Even with my little performance the
other night my son-of-a-bitch husband probably had
wondered, just a little, if there was “something going
on with me.” Maybe my attitude was lighter. Living with
him was a constant depression but my spirits had been
lifted by my new companion and I’m sure it was evident.
Husband started coming home earlier — before 8 PM. One
time he almost caught us in the act. Thank heaven his
knot wasn’t stuck in me or we would have been
discovered. We had been in our usual coupling there in
the living room. He was just finishing me off with a
thorough licking. My cunt was aching for more and would
have had it but just then the car door slammed. I was
instant action. Into the closet for my housecoat. I was
desperate to come some more but concentrated real hard
on the task at hand.
“Home a little early?” I asked as he entered the side
door. He just nodded, and looked around. The dog was
looking at me and then him, that luxurious tongue in
and out of his mouth, and then looking at me again,
walking over. I turned away and went to pee and clean
up.
“That dog sure thinks you’re something, doesn’t he?” he
asked.
I shut the door, sat on the toilet, turned on the water
in the sink and played with myself until I came. I
needed that. Got cleaned up, flushed and back out for
dinner.
“I think he wants a little of you again tonight,” he
said. I started making salad. The macaroni was already
simmering and we had a little meal. I wondered what was
next. “I said, I think he wants a little.”
I gave him a hard stare. Resisting the idea would fool
him. My cunt was getting wet again. I couldn’t just
say, “Yeah, let’s do it” or he’d figure it out. I
crossed my legs, giving myself a little jolt in the
pussy. “Want some more?” I said not answering his
suggestion. Coy was good.
The son-of-a-bitch didn’t have a clue.
We watched some TV–he had the clicker of course, are
you kidding? He abruptly switched it off. “I’m tired.
Let’s go to bed.” I thought about camouflaging my face
with cold cream to gross him out but got into my nighty
and under the covers, turning the light off as I did.
The room was dark and I could hear the car door opening
and closing and then he was back inside.
“I’ve got a surprise, bitch!” he said.
The room was still dark when I felt a lot of movement
on the bed and heavy breathing. Not that kind of heavy
breathing — dog breaths and slathering tongues.
“Tongues?” I asked myself. Suddenly the covers were
ripped away and I felt the cool air. A dog paw
scratched at my leg and I pulled away.
My eyes adjusted to the light. “My God! There were two
of them at me!
“A little surprise for my favorite bitch,” he said.
I tried to be calm and resistant. It was hard for me
because of the excitement I felt through the length of
my body. It had been my suggestion, after all, that the
first dog might need a companion–besides me, I mean.
So now there were two dogs. And, twice the pleasure? I
couldn’t wait to find out!
“Roll over!” he ordered. I did so. “Go on,” he said,
“Lick that bitch.”
I felt tongues, two of them, obediently licking.
“This is going to far,” I blurted out.
“Shut up! It was your idea,” he said.
My turn to be obedient… and put on my acting face. My
body couldn’t lie, only my face. I was pretending to be
disgusted, “This is disgusting,” I said but had trouble
with the last word as the two tongues were taking my
breath. I lifted my butt to the touches.
“Spread your lips,” he ordered and I complied.
This was too much. A double fucking. Boy was I ready
for this. I kept spreading my lips, feeling the tongues
on my fingers, curling in and out, lapping my juices. I
couldn’t believe how wet I was from their tongues and
my own excitement. I’d have to change the sheets for
sure! Then my face was in the pillows, holding back. I
usually came by this time but didn’t want husband to
see how quick I was. He’d guess something and I’d get
it good.
“That’s enough,” I said. “This is too — uh–much!” The
last word had to be forced as I was building up so
fast.
“Liar!” he said. “You forgot about my video camera.”
It was then I knew my secret was no more.
He continued, “So you think you can fool the old man.
You’re a fucking dog’s bitch and I’ve got it all on
film, except for the first day.”
The dog must have given me away. The way it looked at
me, cocked its head, tried to nuzzle at my waist… I
wasn’t the actor I thought I was.
But those tongues had me transfixed, my body a willing
participant in dog fucking. I wanted this and could
care less about the secret. I was a bitch for these
dogs. I was a wanton animal ravished and had by other
animals. Another tongue, deep inside this time to
extract deeply from my throbbing cunt and I spread my
legs and heaved up to the touching. I felt lost and
breathless when he hit me, hard, on my ass. The sound
of the slap and the pain startled me.
Unexpected. But the pain carried my higher. Then
another slap and my ass stung, my cunt lips seemed to
explode with feelings, the tongues soothed me and
rocked my. My tits on the sheets moved my nipples. I
lost it. Feeling nothing and everything.
I was nowhere and everywhere. A hurting, feeling,
coming thing. I exhaled and was dizzy. I was a dumb and
numb animal as the licking and the slapping and the
licking took my body up and away. I was shaking. My
skin seemed alive. My cunt alive and in flame to the
coolness of juices running down my legs. They were
licking my legs and past my cunt to my ass. He was
slapping again.
I collapsed… I just couldn’t take any more. The dogs
licking at my arm pits and my face and back down my
legs, cleaning the last wet from my ass and cunt.
Brining me down to a limp thing on the bed… I was
dazed. My ass was throbbing from the spanking and I was
cool from the licking…
I wondered what would be my next surprise and then I
remembered the video camera and thought of punishment.
I couldn’t take much more “punishment” this good.