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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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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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