DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 10
Sunday, Ellen took Mona sightseeing. The blonde had visited the city just once before,
and she knew it only vaguely. Ellen, on the other hand, prided herself on her
knowledge of the city and its local history.
It was a good day. They had a picnic in the park, with Jet. All three of them were lively,
invigorated by the previous day’s experiences.
Mona had one recurring problem. Every time she watched Ellen stroking or playing
with the dog, she wanted to blush. She couldn’t forget the lurid scene she had witnessed
the previous evening… and every time she started thinking about it, her pussy grew wet
with forbidden curiosity. She was still trying to fathom the incredible facts: that Ellen
had loved screwing the dog; that Jet had buried his cock in her greedy cunt with
apparently limitless power and enthusiasm. She couldn’t help wondering how it might
feel.
by Monday morning, the speculation had grown to an obsession. She felt a little pang
of fear when Ellen told her of the morning’s plans.
"I have to go to the doctor today, darling. I’d almost forgotten. The drag is, I’ll probably
be gone all morning, he’s so busy. But I don’t dare cancel, or I’ll have to wait months
for another appointment. I’ll have to leave you on your own." The redhead kissed her
blonde girl friend tenderly on the mouth. "We’ll have to be more careful after tonight.
When Jack gets back, we’ll have to be good little girls, in front of him anyway."
Though her husband knew about her dog fetish, Ellen had no intention of letting him
know about her and Mona. She didn’t want him getting any fancy ideas. Mona was her
woman.
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Mona’s fear was based on mistrust of herself. She knew she wanted to try it with the
dog, but the thought of actually doing it was a heady one. His cock was so hard, so big.
Letting him stroke it into her cunt would be an irreversible decision. She felt
instinctively that she would never be the same again.
"Don’t worry about me, Ellen. I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t mind just sitting around the house
by myself for a few hours. I think I may still be suffering from jet lag."
The redhead looked anxious. "Are you sure you’re all right, darling? You look awfully
pale."
Mona forced herself to laugh. "Who wouldn’t be pale! I haven’t had this much
excitement in all my life! You’re a very demanding lover, Ellen… and I love it!"
They kissed a long, fond farewell at the door. Mona felt slightly like a traitor knowing
what she intended to do behind her friend’s back. She soothed herself with the memory
of what Ellen had done on Saturday night. This would just balance the books, so to
speak. Still, she made her parting a particularly tender one.
"Oh, Mona, you make it hard to leave. Even if it is only for a few hours."
Mona watched the big stationwagon pull out of the driveway. She pulled nervously on
her cigarette, her mind afire with the lewd scheme that had obsessed her thoughts for a
day and a half now. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a stiff Scotch on
the rocks. She needed something to calm her down. Otherwise, she would never be able
to do what she planned.
Sipping on her drink, she went to the French doors that led out into the garden. It was
pleasantly warm outside and the grass looked inviting Jet came bounding out from his
favorite hiding place in the hedge and licked her hand. "Shall I sit with you for a while,
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big boy?" In her nervousness, she didn’t even dare admit to the dog what her real
intentions were.
The tall hedge that surrounded the garden protected it from prying eyes. Once she
realized she was truly alone with Jet, once the alcohol had a chance to take effect, she
began to relax a little. She became less self-conscious as her curiosity once again won
the upper hand. She sprawled on the grass next to Jet and finished the last of her drink.
Reaching for the big animal, she began to ruffle his fur, to wrestle with him in childlike
abandon. Her dress pulled up high on her thighs. A slight breeze washed over her clit.
She wore no panties.
"Oooooohhh, Jet darling… isn’t this fun?" She giggled as Jet began to lick her face, neck
and hands with fervent energy. "Oh Je… Jet, that tickles! Stop! Stop!" The more he
licked her, the more aroused she became. She was aware that her dress had worked up
all the way to her hips, but she made no move to cover the light brown furry triangle of
her pussy.
At last, what she was hoping for happened. Jet found her fragrant, hot thatch and
began to nose roughly in between her thighs. His cold nose stabbed suddenly against
her clitoris. "Ooooohh… oh my God!" The immediate pleasurable shock made her pull
her breath in sharply.
The dog extended his tongue and tried to lick over her whole hair-fringed slit. Mona
hesitated only a moment, then she spread her thighs wide, to give him access to her
pulsing furrow. Jet wasted no time in pursuing his advantage. Like a passionate lover,
he began to lick her twat with abandon. Mona lay back on the grass, closed her eyes,
and moaned with the titillating excitement of being aroused by a dog’s tongue. "Feels
good, Jet darling… mmmmmm!"
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As though encouraged by the woman’s lewd cries, the dog grew more frantic in his
lapping. His tongue caught from time to time in her hot pussy-hole, then in her
sphincter. The obscene prods made Mona thrust her hips upward, searching out more
dog-tonguing.
Almost effortlessly, the shapely blonde had abandoned herself to the world of self-
abandonment. She was getting an intense thrill from rolling wantonly beneath an
animal’s attentive tongue. Her clitoris was throbbing. She didn’t let herself think about
the irony that she was permitting to a dog and a woman lover what she had denied her
own husband for so long.
Tantalizing as it was to feel the dog’s tongue on her pussy, Mona could not forget the
real thing… could not forget the lewd picture of Ellen taking the dog’s cock deep into
her pussy.
A trifle shyly, the blonde gazed around at the dog’s loins. "Oh my gosh!" she breathed.
It had happened. Jet had a big hard-on! He was ready to fuck! Motivated by a surging
gut-level urge, Mona turned over onto her hands and knees and waved her ass in the
air. She held her breath to see if Jet would take the bait. He began to lick her once
again, this time giving more attention to her asshole. But he did not try to mount her.
Mona did not know that it was up to her to encourage him to wrap his forelegs around
her hips and fill her cunt with his tapered red cock.
His tongue on her asshole felt delicious, and she was content to groan under this
attention for a while. But then her need grew too strong. She wanted to do it. She had
to do it now… before she lost her nerve.
The words almost caught in her throat, but she managed to spit them out. "Please, Je…
climb up on me! I want you to do it to me!" She patted her ass suggestively. "Up, boy,
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up!"
That was all that Jet had been waiting for. He mounted the kneeling woman and began
to rut forward. The tapered tip of his cock sought out the wet pink hole before it. One,
two, three times it missed its mark. Then the long hard dog-cock soared deep into the
woman’s pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiieeeeeee!" Wave after rippling wave of stone-hard prick made the blonde
cry out with pain. She tried to crawl away from the humping animal, whose cock was
impaling her with fierce regularity, not giving her a moment’s breathing space. Jet held
her fast. She was not going to get away from him now.
"Stop! Please stop, Jet!" she cried. Though Mona knew it was futile to try to appeal to a
dumb animal through pity, Mona kept wailing out her protests. Jet kept on fucking.
Low growls bubbled from his throat. Out of fear, Mona quit struggling so hard. She
feared an attack if she tried to escape his savage thrusts.
The mercilessly pinioned woman wanted to weep in frustration. She couldn’t
understand how something that had given her girl friend so much pleasure the other
night could be giving her so much pain. From the groans and whimpers and looks of
rapture on Ellen’s face, Mona had expected that hard prick of Jet’s to turn into pure
pleasure up inside her. Instead her pussy was throbbing with discomfort. It was being
stretched farther, rubbed more recklessly than ever before.
Feeling more helpless and ashamed than she ever had in her life, Mona shut her eyes
and tried to block out the agony. She had one consolation. It couldn’t last forever.
For what seemed like eternity to the quivering girl, the dog kept thrusting his stiff
cudgel deep into her twat, forcing his pain upon her. Then gradually, another kind of
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sensation began to impress itself upon Mona’s senses.
It was beginning to feel good!
Timidly, she began to thrust her hips back a little, to further ease the discomfort. The
action provoked a blazing jolt of pleasure deep in her belly. As the pain receded quickly
from her mind, it was replaced by an almost overwhelming masochistic excitement. She
began to understand what it was that was driving Ellen the other night. It was the lurid
knowledge that she was doing something totally perverted for her own pleasure, to get
it off. The urgency of the salacious lust-pangs made Mona’s liquor-fogged mind reel.
"Oooooohhh! Do it to meeee! Fuck meeeeee!" Her own abandoned cries further
stimulated Mona’s depraved lust-sensations. She was so hot for dog-cock that she was
pleading for it like a common whore. It was intensely satisfying to be raunchy at this
primitive level. "Do it to me, Jet darling!"
They made a strange picture in the garden, the animal and his human lover writhing
together in forgetful bliss under the warm rays of the late-morning sun. The animal’s
dark paws clutched the white moons of Mona’s ass with feverish vigor. His face wore a
dazed look as his red cock invaded her cunt again and again and again. The woman’s
face was just as much a lust-contorted mask. Her mouth gaped open as she squirmed
against the shepherd’s loins, encouraging him to fuck her harder, deeper.
***
After his tired weekend, and the long drive back from the hunting lodge, Jack Banyon
was too exhausted to make much headway at his office. He decided to call it quits and
take the day off. Tomorrow, refreshed, he would be able to make up for lost time.
He was relieved to see that his wife’s stationwagon was not in the driveway when he
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arrived. He wanted some time to himself, to sort out the memories of his wild weekend.
He was still vaguely disturbed by what he and his friends had done with the girl, for it
had uncovered gut feelings in him that he hadn’t known he possessed. They were a
little frightening.
As soon as he entered the living room, he could hear a woman’s voice. It took him a
while to realize it was coming from the garden. He walked over to the French doors
and peeked through just as the voice exclaimed, "Do it to me, Jet darling."
Jack’s eyes grew wide, his mouth dropped open. It seemed there was no end to the
depravity of women. Now here was another one, screwing a dog.
It took a few moments for him to realize that the woman was Mona Freeman. Her
absorbed lust had worked a big change in Mona. She had struck Jack before as shy,
aloof, self-possessed. Now she looked like a bedlam inmate. Her eyes were glazed with
lust. Her lips quivered with her appreciative whimpers praising the dog’s talented
stroking.
"Aaaaahhhhh… oooohhhhh!"
Jack wondered if Mona had been taking lessons from Ellen. He even imagined they
might have discovered the perversion in college together, and had been indulging ever
since. He was ready to believe anything.
Until now, he had been able to keep Ellen’s indulgence stored away as a cold fact. Now
that he had actually seen three women screwing dogs, he was having to think about
how he felt about it. He realized it turned him on, intensely. But the turn-on included a
fiery, suppressed anger.
He couldn’t understand how women could turn into such shameless cunts!
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While he watched, the coupling between blonde and beast became more frantic. Mona
thrust her shapely ass hard back against the dog’s loins. He drove into her with eager
speed and intensity. Jack was familiar enough with the scene now to know exactly what
was happening.
"Oh, darling… I’m commmmmingg-g!" Her face wore a sultry smile as she humped
back against the dog, releasing herself from the hot pressure that had been seething in
her loins. She could tell the dog was coming too. The knowledge gave her an added
thrill. Her depraved fantasy was complete.
The dog hadn’t even pulled out of her when she saw feet approaching. Fearfully, she
followed them up to Jack Banyon’s face.
"Jee-zuz!" she muttered.
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