DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 2
Mona Freeman sat tensely in her aisle seat, trying to concentrate on her magazine. She
wasn’t having much success. One ear remained cocked for any change in the smooth
roar of the plane’s engines. At last, in desperation, she summoned a stewardess and
asked for a Scotch and water. Mona wasn’t much for drinking, but she knew that
alcohol made her relax when all else failed. She had occasionally snuck a drink before
going to bed at night, in the hopes that the release of her inhibitions would make her
into the lover her husband Daniel wanted.
Once or twice it had worked. But usually their lovemaking was more along the lines of
what had happened the other night. The night she had decided to come visit her old
friend Ellen. Maybe Ellen could help her ou… could somehow give her the advice that
would magically turn her into a sexy responsive wife to Daniel.
She remembered Ellen back in their college days. Though handicapped by buck teeth
and thick glasses and an awkward manner, Ellen had never doubted what her body was
for. Once the boys had learned how sexy she was, the redhead had never been at a loss
for a date. And her dates had never been disappointed.
Mona hadn’t been at a loss for dates either. Her pretty angelic face, her long brown
hair, her big tits – all attracted boys thicker than flies at a picnic. But she had never
been comfortable with boys when it came to sex. She knew she wanted what they could
give her, but she feared her own reactions almost as much as she feared the boys’
uncontrollable passions. It had been a relief to her when Daniel proposed. She felt that,
safe within the bounds of matrimony, she would learn to be comfortable with sex and
her husband’s big thick cock.
Things had been fine for the first couple of years. She had enjoyed sex. Their
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lovemaking sessions had never been very long, but they were intense. Mona found that
she could just lie back and by the time Daniel was ready to come, she was ready too.
Eventually she found herself wanting more, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid that
Daniel would think she was greedy… that she was a slut. So she learned to play with
herself. To seek relief at her own fingers during the day when Daniel was off at work.
Things grew more tense when Daniel started to ask her to do things that she just
couldn’t let herself do. Like sucking cock, for instance. The idea disgusted her. It
seemed… unhealthy. Though a part of her tingled with excitement when she thought
about it, her moral sense wouldn’t let her try it for real. A couple of times, she
masturbated while fantasizing that she was sucking a big hard cock. She felt horribly
guilty afterward, but the orgasms at the time were unbelievably intense. The alcohol
was having its effect. Mona had ceased to pay attention to the droning engines. Her fear
was gone, but an apprehension remained. The apprehension that she was right in the
middle of a failing marriage and that she had no idea what to do about it.
She began to think about the other nigh… the last time she and Daniel had made love.
He had gone to bed early, complaining of a hard day at the office. Mona stayed up
reading until well past midnight. She had masturbated that day, and she wasn’t
interested in any further sexual contact. She wanted to be sure her husband was asleep
before going to bed.
At last she crept stealthily into the bedroom and began to undress in the dark. The
unexpected sound of Daniel’s voice made her start with fright.
"Don’t bother with the nightgown, Mona. I want to feel your naked beside me."
The young woman froze for a moment. She felt trapped. Obviously he had been lying
awake waiting for her all this time. He wanted to make love. She couldn’t very well not
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go to bed now… after she had turned out all the lights. It would be’ too obvious. Daniel
would get angry.
Ignoring his words, she slipped her flannel nightie over her head and crawled into bed.
She sniffed noisily a couple of times. "Darn!" she murmured. "I think I’m getting a
cold. You better keep away from me, darling. You might catch it."
"I’ll risk it." His grip was as firm as his words as he pulled her to him. He grabbed at
the material of her nightgown and pulled it up over her tits. One hand closed over each
of her full heavy mounds and began to play harshly with the nipples. "Mmm, baby…
you still have the best-feeling tits around."
Mona began to squirm uncomfortably under his grasp. She really was not in the mood
to deal with Daniel tonight. She knew there would be trouble if he kept insisting.
"Please, darling… I’m not feeling too hot. Can’t we just go to sleep together… huh?" She
caressed his face and tried to bury her head against his shoulder.
"Unh-uh… not tonight. I can’t go to sleep, baby, not with this." He thrust his loins
toward her and she felt the stiff shaft of his erect cock force its way in between her legs.
She wanted to cry. She felt so frustrated and helpless.
"Please, Daniel… I don’t feel good down there… not tonight. Tomorrow!" She was
becoming more and more frightened. She could tell Daniel was in one of his reckless
moods. Those were always the times when he tried to make her do something s he
didn’t want to do. "Please…" She hated herself for sounding so weak and pitiful, trying
to plead with him. She would have preferred to be strong… strong enough to tell him to
get lost until she was in the mood for what she wanted to be in the mood for. But that
was not Mona’s way.
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His hard, fleshy cock-shaft stroked back and forth between her smooth thighs. His stiff
prick was like an ever-present reminder of the urgency of her husband’s lust. She tried
to squirm away from him, but he held her hips firmly, holding her close against him.
"Well, baby… if your little pussy’s so tired, what say we give it a rest?"
Instant relief washed over Mona. "Thank you, darling. Tomorrow, I’ll feel better…
hones…"
He seemed not to have heard her. "There’s lots of other ways a man and a wife can
have a good time together. You’ve still got a mouth, baby."
Even as she was still trying to fathom the ruthless horror of his words, his hands were
pushing her down under the covers, guiding her head toward his cock. She struggled
frantically against him. It seemed incredible to her that a man normally as mild-
mannered as Daniel could become this hard, this insensitive when it came to sex.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can’t make me do that! You can’t! Please! Leave me alone!"
Something snapped in Daniel. "Shut the fuck up, will you! Goddammit, woman! We’ve
been married eight years, and you’re still acting like a goddamned virgin! I’ve been
patient with you long enough! It’s time I got some consideration around here! Some
respect! If you loved me, you’d do this for me!" He kicked the covers back and watched
through the semi-darkness the rigid horror on his wife’s face. He held her so her mouth
was poised mere inches from his throbbing prick. For the moment, he had stopped
pushing. He would much rather she did this willingly, if possible.
Tears flowed unchecked down Mona’s cheeks as she gazed helplessly at her husband’s
blood-engorged cock. She was determined not to do this awful thing, yet at the same
time she was painfully aware of her husband’s strength and determination. The
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intensity of his passion seemed to have made him even stronger than usual. She tried to
squirm away, but it was as though her head and shoulders were trapped in a vise.
"Don’t do this to me, Daniel! Please!"
The young husband experienced guilt at the same time as his cock lurched with
increased excitement. He knew it was wrong to be aroused by his own wife’s
humiliation. But, somehow, knowing the awe in which she held his full-swollen
member only made him want to do it to her all the more.
Daniel pulled her head down… closer to his pulsing cock-head. "Suck!" he ordered her
in a voice that was an indistinguishable mixture of lust and anger. "Show me you love
me, Mona! Suck my cock!"
The bitter irony of his words only made her tears flow harder. To her, love had nothing
to do with the depraved practice of taking a man’s throbbing cock in one’s mouth and
making it come that way. That wasn’t love. That was perversion of the worst kind.
His hands forced her head do until his cock-tip was pushing against her lips. She
resisted as long as she could. But finally she had to admit she was defeated. Her jaws
relaxed, and her husband’s hard smooth cock drove deep into her throat. She wanted to
gag when he began to saw his cock i n and out of her mouth in a smooth urgent
rhythm. In her amazement and humiliation, she could do nothing but hold her lips
passively open and let him do it to her.
"Suck, I said!" The man’s eyes riveted on the lewd picture of his wife’s head poised over
his stiff prick, taking it deep inside. Darkness made the picture indistinct, but his
imagination supplied the details. He could feel her tears moistening his groin, but they
had no effect on him. He was far too preoccupied with the possibilities of that buttery
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wet mouth hovering over his dick.
"Suck it, or so help me, Mona, I’ll belt you!" He had no idea whether he meant that
threat or not. He knew only that he wanted to feel her lips tugging on him more than
he could ever remember wanting anything.
The shock value of his words had its desired effect. Helpless with shame that she could
not prevent her husband from doing this to her, Mona dosed her lips more tightly over
his prick and began to move her head up and down slightly. The way she had done in
her masturbatory fantasies.
His hands began to guide her head motions eagerly. "Jee-zuz! That’s it! That’s the way,
baby! Now you’re getting the hang of it!"
Mona knew only that there was just one way out of her predicament. To get it over
with. The sooner she cooperated, the sooner her husband would take his fat thick cock
from her mouth. She began to nibble urgently on his fleshy shaft, reminding herself
that she only wanted him to finish. But memories of her tantalizing, solitary fantasies
came back to haunt her. She began to remember how good she had felt then.
Confused and frightened, Mona worked frantically to get her husband to come. Then
he would let her alone. Then she could try to forget the lewd feelings racing through
her loins. How could she get a thrill out of being used and abused like this! Knowing
this awful thing about herself was almost worse than having her husband mistreat her
so cruelly.
Daniel was delighted by his wife’s sudden apparent enthusiasm for her lascivious task.
"Jee-zuz! Yeah! That’s the stuff! Goddamn, you’re a natural, Mona! All this time, you’ve
been a natural born cocksucker and we didn’t even know Aaaaaiiieee! Oh yeah, baby…
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work it out!"
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Mona could have convinced herself that she was only
pretending to like what she was doing. But the building dampness between her thighs
forbade her that comfort. Somehow, in some perverse way, she didn’t even understand,
she was getting a deep-rooted thrill from being treated by her own husband like some
street whore. Everything she thought she believed in cried out against her surrender.
But the evidence was there for her to feel, wet and hot between her thighs. She could
not shut it out.
Mona’s memory of events from then on was dim. She knew she had worked her head
wantonly up and down over her husband’s cock for a long time. Vaguely, she could
remember experimenting with stabbing her tongue here and sucking there, to try to
bring him over the top. They were details she did not care to remember.
One thing she would never be able to forget, though, was the way his thick hot cum
had spurted deep into her throat in jet after steaming jet. He had been holding her head
firmly, so she was unable to pull away. She had had to swallow it all. Though it had not
tasted nearly as bad as she had expected, the thought of his semen thick and heavy in
her stomach made her want to vomit even now as she thought back on it.
Mona was wrenched back to reality by a small firm hand on her shoulder. She looked
up at a smiling young stewardess.
"Fasten your seat belt, please."
"Oh, yes… of course."
"Are you all right, ma’am?" The young women was looking at Mona more carefully.
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"I’m all right." Mona managed a feeble smile. "I’ve never flown before, is all." She still
remembered how apologetic Daniel had been the next day, how he’d been trying to
make it up to her ever since with little gifts and attentions. Mona had recoiled from his
very touch. As the plane began its gradual descent, she crossed her fingers and hoped
that spending a few days with her old girl friend would help clear the air. She needed
desperately to understand herself. She couldn’t go on living with this push-pull of her
mind and senses any longer.
***
Ellen waited impatiently at arrival gate eleven. She scanned the emerging faces for a
young woman with long brown hair and a smile that belonged in a church choir. It was
only when the trim young woman with the honey-blonde hair was within a couple of
feet of her that Ellen realized she was looking at Mona Hildebrand.
"Mona! You look different!" Ellen giggled self-consciously. She felt a little overwhelmed
by the attractiveness of the well-dressed mature woman in front of her. "But I like it!
You look great! Better than in college!" She gave her friend a cozy hug. "Your boobs are
still big as ever too!" she exulted.
"Good old Ellen! You used to talk about my boobs back then too!" Mona heaved a
great sigh of relief and clung to her friend’s tall shapely form. She had been afraid she
wouldn’t find the old Ellen at all. But her redheaded friend had said exactly the right
thing to put them both at ease.
Both chattered at once as they waited for Mona’s luggage to come down the chute.
They digested little of what was said. It didn’t matter. Ten years had just lifted from
their shoulders like so many flecks of dust.
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"How did you recognize me?" Ellen asked as they headed toward the parking lot.
"Easy! You still have the friendliest smile in the crowd. Besides, where are you gonna
hide flashing red hair like that?"
"I guess you’re right." She took Mona by the arm and led her toward her stationwagon.
"This is my dog, Jet!" she announced proudly as they settled into the front seat.
Mona reached back and stroked the animal’s massive head. "Funny? You remember in
college, Ellen? You hated dogs!"
Ellen watched her driving as she eased the car from the tight space. "I’ve changed,
Mona. Despite the same old red hair, I’ve changed."
They drove in silence for a while, while each contemplated the changes. Then the
happy chatter resumed. It lasted the rest of the way home and far into the evening.
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