DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 1
Every morning about eleven o’clock, Ellen Banyon took a break from her housewifely
chores. She had never cared much for coffee. Instead, she simply pulled a bottle from
her husband’s liquor cabinet.
Ellen was not hooked on the stuff. She never took more than one dunk, until cocktails
with her husband, Jack, after six. Long ago she had rationalized that her morning break
didn’t even seriously violate the social drinker’s code against drinking before noon.
After all, she was up on weekdays before dawn, fixing breakfast for her accountant
husband. By eleven, she deserved a break.
She sat back on her Danish modern sofa and took a long grateful sip of her Scotch and
soda. Today Ellen was excited. Her old college chum, Mona Hildebrand – now Mona
Freeman – was due in town at three-thirty. The girls had not seen each other in almost
ten years, though they had written regularly and indulged in occasional long distance
phone calls. It would be really something to see Mona!
Instinctively, Ellen’s well-manicured hand rose to her eyes, where she now wore little
telltale lines that betrayed the joys and sorrows of the years. She wondered if Mona
would think she had aged. Then she wondered if she would think Mona had aged.
Those gigantic tits of her are probably grazing her navel by now, she thought. Quickly
she scolded herself for her unspoken betrayal. At school, Ellen had always been a little
jealous of Mona’s full tits, and the way all the boys had craned their necks to watch
them bounce. The attention had never made the younger girl conceited though. She
had always stuck by her friend, through thick and thin. And there had been some thin
times – like the year Ellen couldn’t get a date for the homecoming dance. Only later
did she learn that Mona had refused to accept a date until one of the young men
promised to escort Ellen. What had saved Ellen from humiliation when she found out
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was the memory of the ecstatic look on her date’s face when she had finished giving
him a blow-job in his car in the gym parking lot.
Ellen grinned at the memory of the awkward, horny girl she had been back then. She
stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She never got over the thrill of
looking at the new, grown-up Ellen her husband had helped her create during the first
few years of their marriage.
The image that smiled back at her was tall and graceful and sexy. Her well-shaped tits
billowed against the loose fit of her T-shirt. Her ass and hips strained snugly against the
tight fit of her jeans. She was trim, but nice rounded down there, the way she had
always wanted to be. Her red hair fanned gloriously around her pretty face in a
modified Afro that gave Ellen the glamour and presence of a New York model. "You’re
quite a woman!" she told herself with satisfaction. She wondered if Mona would even
recognize her at the airport this afternoon.
When she was twenty, Ellen had had buck teeth and a vision problem that forced her to
wear strong glasses. She had been a good forty pounds overweight. Despite her
handicaps, Jack had loved her… had been particularly captivated by her skill and
enthusiasm as a sex partner. Awkward on her feet, Ellen had been all grace and fluid
motion in bed, right from the start.
After their marriage, Jack had financed her on an overhaul campaign. She wore braces
for two years to correct her teeth. Her glasses were abandoned in favor of contact
lenses. She enrolled in yoga classes and in a modern dance course. By the time she was
twenty-three, the ugly duckling had blossomed into a swan. She had sent pictures to
Mona back then, and Mona had written back, full of praise and congratulations.
Since then, there had been a charm course to smooth out Ellen’s manners and to teach
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her how to use make-up. And there was the Afro. Little remained of the girl Mona had
known at college. Ellen hoped they would be able to find something to talk about.
Her Scotch was gone, but Ellen had not had enough. She was still nervous. She poured
herself a second drink, for just this once, to bolster her courage. Despite – or perhaps
because of – the changes in her over the years, Ellen still had few close women friends.
Mona, and the memories of their closeness, meant a lot to her. She wanted the visit to
go well.
Her first anxiety was that Mona should not discover the changes that had occurred in
her and Jack’s relationship. Though they remained committed to their marriage, both of
them had taken on other lovers. Jack had been the first to insist he needed new blood to
turn him on. Not to be left behind, Ellen had begun to respond to the constant come-
ons she got from men. Eventually, she had tired of the cold impersonal nature of a
scene where she was considered a good fuck or a good time lady. They were all after
her pussy, but none of them had much time for her head or her heart. Eventually she
withdrew from the scene.
And that was the source of her second anxiety. She had trained her big black German
shepherd to be her lover. He was a loyal animal… and one hell of a lover. She had
discovered her secret fetish by accident, and had pursued it avidly ever since. Though
Jack did not entirely approve, he let her have her kicks in exchange for his own
freedom. He didn’t betray her secret. Ellen was convinced that Mona must never know
what kind of pervert she had turned into. Mona had been a liberal bordering on the
radical at college. But Ellen didn’t want to risk straining her friend’s generous nature far
enough to accommodate a woman who liked to fuck a dog. It would more than likely
mean a quick end to their long-standing friendship.
Mona had not been specific about how long she would be staying. Her decision to visit
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had been a sudden one, and her plans were open. Ellen was not looking forward to
possible weeks without her canine lover. Yet she did want her friend to feel free to stay
as long as she liked.
Quickly she gulped the last of her Scotch and soda. She went to the French doors that
opened into the garden and whistled for her dog Jet. He came bounding out of the
cover of a honeysuckle hedge and raced over the well-manicured lawn. Ellen had to
brace herself for the animal’s affectionate assault. Jet was big and strong. He could
easily knock her over if she wasn’t careful. But she loved his generous licks and nuzzles.
More than any other creature – human or otherwise – in her life, Jet made Ellen feel
loved. He made no demands of her, other than reasonable requests for a return of
affection and regular feedings. He didn’t hunger for other women. He didn’t crave
outside input to keep him feeling young and virile.
When she thought about it, Ellen realized she harbored a lot of resentment against Jack.
After all, he had helped create her in the image he wanted her to fulfill… and even that
hadn’t been enough for him. He needed strange pussy. It hurt Ellen that she wasn’t
enough for him. He had been all she wanted until he had forced her to display her
independence. In a way, it gave her a perverse satisfaction to let her husband know she
had replaced him with a dog. With Jet’s good loving, she could go for weeks at a time
without missing her husband’s fat cock.
"Hi, fella! You having a good time out there, are you? Why don’t you come inside with
me for a while?" She closed the French doors and carefully drew the drapes over them.
"We’re going to have company this afternoon, lover," she cooed in the dog’s ear as she
pulled him down onto the rug next to her and buried her face in his neck. "It might be
a long time till I have you all to myself again. I want you just one more time." Her lewd
words, and the dog’s lapping playfulness were fast turning the woman into an inferno
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of lust. She could feel her pussy seething inside her panties. She was ready to fuck.
While the dog whimpered and rolled and licked her face, Ellen eased herself hurriedly
out of her clothing. She wore no bra, and as soon as she pulled her T-shirt over her
head, her round firm tits grew hard with the slight chill in the air. The dog began to
lick roughly over her pink-tipped mounds. The effect was instantaneous. Her nipples
grew long and eager. Her white breast-flesh bristled with sexual goose-bumps.
"Mmmmmm… Jet darling… feels soooo good!"
The redhead’s hands shook as she eased her jeans and panties together down over her
ass-cheeks. She was kneeling on the rug and she bent forward from the waist and
wriggled her ass to work the material down to her thighs. By crawling forward on
hands and knees, she worked her way out of her pants.
Jet poked his nose curiously in along the crack in her ass. She undulated her buttocks
wantonly in his face, encouraging him to investigate farther.
"Ooooooohhhh… your nose is so cold on my bum, lover! Mmmmmm… God, my
pussy’s wet! It needs you so bad, Jet darling!" One of the most titillating aspects of
making love to a dog, to Ellen, was debasing herself totally before him. The sound of
her own voice, pleading with the animal to fuck her… telling him how good he was
making her feel… always made her cunt throb. She enjoyed the perverted excitement of
becoming nothing more than a bitch in heat, recognizing no bounds of propriety in the
search for her own wanton satisfaction.
"Uuuhh, shit! Your tongue on my asshole is so delicious, lover! Oh… do it to me, Jet!
Do it!" her ass-cheeks wiggled more urgently than before. She was getting beyond the
playful stage. She needed cock! Hard, pulsing dog-cock!
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Anxiously, she looked back over her shoulder. She shivered as her eyes found what they
were looking for. Jet’s cock was protruding long and red and pointed from his hairy
sheath. He was as ready for action as she was.
The animal’s rough tongue was licking her ass-crevice with long greedy swipes. Jet was
getting a little bit out of control. The urgent need in his cock was driving him to lusty
bestial passion. But without the woman’s command he would do nothing. Ellen had
trained him herself. She didn’t want any embarrassing accidents. The horror of having
the dog mount her while she was bending forward for some innocent reason, in the
presence of guests, had haunted her at first. She had punished the dog severely every
time he tried to act without her command. Now he was perfectly trained. He only
fucked when he was told to.
Good as his tongue on her ass felt, Ellen was ready for more. She gave the German
shepherd his lusty command. "Come on, Jet! Up boy! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Her round, well-sculptured ass-cheeks quivered under the animal’s gaze. He paused a
moment, as though to be sure he had heard what he thought he heard. Then he raised
his forelegs from the carpet and wrapped them tightly around Ellen’s soft white hips.
He began to rut forward, trying to bury his scarlet cock in the tantalizing slit before
him. His first few attempts were unsuccessful. His cock-tip missed its mark and slid
harmlessly down over the woman’s erect clitoris.
Each unsuccessful thrust only drove the redhead to more urgent abandon. She
whimpered and screwed her ass back at the dog’s furry loins. "Uuuuuhhh…
ooooooohhhh… I want it! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!"
Just then, his cock-head found its goal. The rock-hard animal prick drove deep into the
woman’s waiting pussy. The force of his entry took Ellen’s breath away. But within
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moments she was loudly proclaiming the success of Jet’s harsh assault. "Oh, shit, yesss!
That’s what I wanted! Screw me! Screw me, darling lover! I need it so bad!"
The alcohol coursing through her veins helped intensify the lurid titillation of kneeling
naked on the rug, being fucked by a big black dog. Her own dog. Her well-trained dog.
The animal began to fuck in and out of her cruelly stretched pussy with short jack-
hammer strokes that made Ellen shriek with lust. She wiggled her ass back at him,
ignoring the slight pain of the first few strokes. Even the pain was pleasure. She
expected it. It was part of the intense, overwhelming turn-on of screwing a dumb,
rutting animal.
Once his cock was in her, Jet was running the show. Nothing could deter the big
animal from his bitch once his cock was securely buried in cunt.
Ellen felt instinctively the urgency of her dog lover’s need… and she reveled in it. She
enjoyed the perverted thrill of being the prize of her eager animal lover. She loved to
kneel helplessly before him while his stiff cock plundered her tender cunt again and
again and again.
Totally absorbed in the rhythmic passion of her depraved position, Ellen mewled and
grunted unashamedly, gyrating her ass back to search out each new pummeling assault
of her dog-lover’s prick. She felt a shiver of shame as a thought blazed through her
mind: what would Mona think if she could see her now? The idea was too horrible to
entertain a moment longer. But before she could dismiss it entirely, Ellen experienced a
naughty pang of titillation… would it turn Mona on? Almost as soon as it had arisen
the thought was gone. Mona was gone.
All that remained was that hard-driving dogprick that split her pussy wide with
merciless regularity. "Ooooohhh… Jee-zuz!" Her teeth bit cruelly at her lower lip. "God,
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it’s good! My pussy’s on fire! You’re loving me so good, Jet darling!" On impulse, Ellen
looked back over her shoulder at her canine lover. Just in time to see a long threat of
spittle break away from his slack lower jaw and splash onto her back. Her fleeting
feeling of revulsion was quickly transformed into lust. After all, this was what she
wanted. To be fucked like a bitch in heat. Jet was doing it to her… giving her everything
she needed. Her pussy was simmering with welling passion… building to a crisis.
She looked down, under her body, between the dangling cones of her tits. She could see
the dog’s hairy legs pressing against the firm white flesh of her thighs. She caught
fleeting glimpses of the red of his cock as it flashed in and out of her cunt. "Yeah…
that’s what I like! Fuck me! Fuck me good, Jet! Oh, yeah! Shit! Oh, yeah!"
In a rushing wave of fulfillment, her orgasm swept over her, filling her entire body with
sweet bliss. She wanted to collapse onto the rug, to enjoy the powerful sensations. But
she had to wait for the dog, who was still clinging to her hips and pounding his cock
feverishly into her swollen pussy. She tried to encourage him. To spur him on to his
climax. She waved her ass fitfully back at him. "Oh, Jet darling! I want your cum in me
so bad! Fill me up, baby! Do it! Do it!"
The titillation of her lewd words brought her a second orgasm at the time that the dog
was having his. The thought of his thick white juices surging up into her belly made
her tremble with depraved excitement. "Mmmmmm… you’re doing it in me, Jet! You’re
coming in me! You’re making me come again!" By this time the woman was almost
delirious. She collapsed forward onto the rug, relishing the wet friction of the dog’s
cock as it slipped out of her. She closed her eyes and let herself doze.
She was awakened by the harsh jingle of the hone. Automatically she reached for the
receiver, though she still had not recovered her bearings. "Hullo?" Her voice was thick,
disoriented.
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"Hi, honey! How you doing?" It was Jack.
"Oh, fine… I’m just fine."
She sensed the mocking curiosity in his voice. "You sure? You sound like you just crept
up out of a hole in the ground."
"I’m fine… honest. I was just getting ready to go pick up Mona." She couldn’t bear to
give her husband the satisfaction of knowing she’d been sleeping in the middle of the
day. "What time should I have dinner ready, Jack? Will you be able to get away by six?"
The pause on the other end of the line told Ellen what he was going to say before he
opened his mouth. "That’s what I called about, honey. I’ve got a client coming in at five
tonight. Chances are I’ll be tied up here till seven or eight, at least. It’s a complicated
account."
"Oh, Jack… and I’m so anxious to have Mona meet you." Ellen had to bite her lip to
keep herself from voicing her suspicions about tonight’s client. She didn’t want to give
him the satisfaction of knowing she was jealous.
"Well, she’s going to be here a while, isn’t she? I’ll meet her soon enough." He did not
sound enthusiastic.
"Well… okay…" Ellen wanted to cry, but she had no intention of indulging that
weakness. She hadn’t cried for years. "Do you want me to keep some dinner warm for
you?"
"That’s okay, honey. I’ll probably grab a bite with the client."
Client! Yeah, sure! Ellen thought.
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"Okay… then I’ll see you when you get here." Her voice was cold now. She was totally
in control.
"Righ… and Ellen?"
"Mmm?"
"Give my regards to your dog lover. I’ve got a feeling he’s close at hand." He chuckled.
A sharp click indicated he had hung up.
Sure that he would hear nothing of her outburst, Ellen slammed the receiver down
furiously. "Bastard!"
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