DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 11
He grinned down at her. Her fear made Mona look so young and vulnerable that he
was almost tempted to reach down and pat her on the hand. Almost, but not quite. He
wasn’t about to forget what he had just seen – Mona’s sweet round ass humping back
against the dog’s hard red cock. That fact alone qualified her to play with the big guys.
That, and his knowledge that she must be close to thirty, to have gone to college with
his wife.
"It looks like you’re having a good day, Mona." He spoke in an easy, friendly manner.
He wanted to see if she would come to him.
"Listen, Jack, I…" Mona’s mind was working furiously. Ellen’s husband’s arrival had
thrown a whole can of worms into a morning that had been otherwise splendid. She
didn’t know what would happen if Jack ever found out that his wife screwed Jet too.
She didn’t want to be responsible for the end of her friend’s marriage.
Even without that complication, it was bad enough that this attractive, self-confident
man should know what a pervert she was. The perversion turned her on in private, but
in public it was an unspeakable embarrassment to her.
To her surprise, Jack turned his back on her and headed back into the house. "Wait!
Wait a minute!" She stood up and smoothed down her dress. The wetness along her
thighs reminded her of the ecstasy she had experienced just moments ago. She blushed.
Jack had paused at the French doors. "Listen, Mona, you don’t have to explain anything
to me. I just live here." He couldn’t suppress a grin. "And, besides, Jet is old enough to
take care of himself. I’m not going to forbid him to bring his lady friends home."
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Mona hurried into the living room after him. He was pouring two drinks. He handed
her one in silence.
"Thanks." She sat on the sofa and stared at him. She felt like a scared schoolgirl,
waiting for the principal to chastise her. It had been a good many years since Mona had
known the fear of an imminent punishment. She didn’t doubt for an instant that she
deserved one.
Jack stood by the fireplace and sipped his Scotch. He looked at her from time to time.
His gaze was interested, curious. It conveyed no emotion. That made Mona nervous.
She didn’t know where she stood with the man. Her big brown eyes appealed to him
for quick and just punishment.
"Mona, I get the feeling you’re expecting me to react somehow to what I saw out
there… like you want me to say it’s all right, or not all right, or something. You’re a big
girl. Your pussy’s your own. I don’t have much to say about it, do I? Unless…"
He enjoyed the suspense in her face. "Unless what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
Mona was beginning to understand he was playing with her. It confused and frightened
her. She didn’t know what he wanted, how she should react. She had totally lost her
bearings, and the Scotch she was gulping wasn’t helping to restore them. "I don’t want
you to think badly of me," she muttered.
"I don’t think badly of you. I think you’re a very beautiful, sexy woman. You’re Ellen’s
friend. That alone gives you a right to be in my house. You weren’t trying to shock me.
You weren’t expecting an audience for your little… indulgence."
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"No… I wasn’t."
The silence that ensued made Mona edgy. She thought about leaving the house. Out of
the question, she decided. Somehow, this situation had to be resolved first.
The fatigue that had plagued Jack all morning had disappeared. He was intrigued by
the lurid interchange he had discovered right in his own garden. He remembered how
much this woman turned him on. He had dismissed the attraction, realizing nothing
could come of it. Now, his cock throbbed at the prospect of making another conquest.
Despite her obscene hobby, this woman had class. He wanted her. He knew she was
more vulnerable right now than she would ever be. It was up to him to take advantage
of the situation.
"Now does Ellen feel about all this?" he asked. He had a hunch. Maybe Ellen hadn’t
taught this woman to fuck dogs. Maybe Mona had chosen a time when Ellen was out
precisely because she didn’t want her to know.
The look on her face told him he was right. "Don’t tell Ellen. Please don’t tell her. I…
I’ll tell her in my own good time. But I don’t want her to think…" She didn’t know how
much she could say. "I don’t want her to think badly of me."
"Okay, Mona. If that’s the way you feel about it."
She was surprised that he was being so reasonable. For a long moment, their eyes
locked. She could read open desire in his. Now she knew that watching her had turned
him on. He wanted her. She trembled. Women and dogs were one thing, but making
love to another man would be adultery.
Despite her rationalizations, the alcohol flowing fast through her blood was releasing
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Mona’s inhibitions. The naked lust she saw in Jack Banyon’s face was turning her on.
She was inexperienced enough to be flattered by his interest in her. And she was turned
on enough by her session with Jet to want to reciprocate.
She had one crumb to throw to her conscience – if she fucked Jack, he would be more
likely to keep his mouth shut. Ellen need never know that she had deceived her. That
would be one good exchange for the evil on her mind.
Thought Mona had said nothing, Jack knew what she was thinking about. No woman
with that kind of look, Jack knew, was getting too much interference from her
conscience.
Realizing that action was going to say a lot more than words, Jack set his drink down
and approached Mona. He fell to his knees in front of her. His hands began to rub her
thighs through her dress while his eyes flirted with hers. He could see that she was
susceptible to promises. His eyes were promising her a very good time.
"It’s meant to be," he told her softly. "There’s a special something between us. I knew it
the first minute I laid eyes on you. You’re one hell of an attractive woman, Mona. You
deserve to be treated well."
Boldly, his hands made their way up under her skirt and slid up over the hot, sticky
flesh of her thighs. The dog’s drying semen reminded Jack of the titillating scene he had
just witnessed. If Mona was anything like Dorie, she would be ready and willing for
more the minute he touched her clit. His finger delved into her bush and brushed over
her clitoris.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. She closed her eyes, parted her thighs and slid forward a
little on the couch. She no longer even had to remind herself that this was something
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she had to do, to protect herself. Her body wanted it too much to indulge any longer in
the thin self-deception. "Ooohh, your hands are so gentle."
He found the moist furrow of her pussy and began to stroke it lightly. He could feel her
clitoris getting harder every time he touched it. The woman was like a tinderbox. Any
little spark would set her off. "Nice pussy, Mona, honey. I’m hot for it."
His lewd words made her gasp. She spread her thighs a little wider, giving him easier
access to her craving hole. Her head lolled back against the couch. She was completely
passive before him, receptive to his desires.
He grinned at her submissive pose. He had already seen this woman in action. He
knew she would be a writhing ball of fire once she got going. Wasting no time, he
pulled his cock from his pants. It was long and swollen, throbbing eagerly in his hand.
He guided the head toward the beckoning pink hole between her legs and shoved. At
once, his turgid member was immersed in pulsing hot cunt-flesh. "Uuuuhh!"
"Mmmmmm… yessssssss!" Her lips curved into a sultry smile. Her hips began to churn
subtly, easing her pussy down onto him, encouraging him to have his way with her.
"Do it to me, lover! I’m so hot inside! My pussy feels so nice!"
Mona felt free to be her most natural lusty self with this man. After all, she had no
secrets from him now. He already knew to what lengths she could go. She could
respond the way her primitive instincts told her to. That was what she wanted to do.
The blonde had not fucked a man since her initiations with Ellen and Jet. She felt she
had so much more to offer now. There was so much she wanted to receive too.
He grabbed her by her full lush ass-cheeks and pulled her to him, so she was perched
right on the very edge of the couch. He ground his cock into her in slow, filling,
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twisting strokes. Her eyes were wide open, gazing encouragingly into his. S he was like
a wild creature. Lust had robbed her of the sophisticated mask she had worn the first
night he met her. "God, your cunt’s tight!" he told her. "Hot too. Feels good, baby!"
The alcohol was soaring through her, warming her, making her feel good about what
she was doing. She was living for the moment, something she had never before
permitted herself to do. She was glad she had come out to visit Ellen. The experience
was freeing her from her most deep-rooted hang-ups. She was learning to face her own
sexuality. "Hhhnnhhhh! Feels good for me too! I love it!"
He watched the lusty contortions that made her face glow as he shoved his cock deep
into her clasping pussy time and again. It was a slow pace at first, but that made it no
less urgent.
After a while, they started to get restless. He shoved his cock harder and deeper into
her pussy. She ground down against him with abandoned glee. "More! I want more of
you!" she wailed.
Roughly, he turned her over so she was kneeling on the rug in front of him, her head
resting on the couch. Once again, he sank his cock into her cunt and began to screw
her. But this time the pace was frantic, with one hot urgent goal in mind.
"Yeah… oh, yeah!" Jack closed his eyes and threw his head back. It felt good to fuck…
fuck as hard as he could for as long as he wanted… until the hot jism was forced out of
him.
Cool as his manner had been with the woman earlier, he had felt a deep-rooted need to
fuck the daylights out of her, to make her his slave. He saw that it would be easy…
almost too easy to humiliate her, to make her suffer for her lewd abandon with the dog.
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That was no longer important to him. He wanted to make it good for both of them.
"I love fucking you, Mona. You’re one hell of a woman!"
"I love it, too. Do it! Screw me hard, lover!" Far from the belittling punishment she had
anticipated, her session with Jack was turning into the most captivating sensual
experience of her visit. It felt good to feel his masculinity overpowering her. She liked
the way his hands gripped her hips, the way his cock slammed hard into her pussy over
and over again, with a bestial abandon that made her shiver with delight.
Screwing a dog was an exciting experiment, but fucking a man was better.
"Jeez, I’m hot, Jack! My pussy’s blazing! You have such a nice cock!"
A week ago, the blonde housewife would have been ashamed to say these words to her
own husband, let alone another man. At last, she had found herself. She had learned
what sex was all about. Most of all, she had learned what was missing in her life. There
would be things to make up to Daniel, but she felt at the moment that the advantages
to her husband would far outweigh the betrayal. She had needed to be on her own to
discover herself. She had needed to be away from her husband to learn how to love
him.
Jack gripped the lush blonde’s hips for dear life. His cock was swelling to unbelievable
proportions. He was intensely excited. As it had turned out, his wild weekend had been
only a prelude to even wilder happenings at home. This woman could really fuck!
He could feel his cum surging from his balls. "I’ve got to come in you, baby! It’s too
good to hold on! Jeez!"
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"Jeez! Oh yesss! Me too! I’m coming, too!" She felt like a real woman now. She had
brought this well-experienced man to a point where he was totally unable to resist her.
At last, Mona Freeman knew exactly what her body was for!
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