The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3

... locked the front door and rode my bike to my beer-drinking spot and had 2 bottles over 2 hours, and went home. A tremendous squealing met my ears when I went inside, so I rushed up the stairs and opened my wife`s bedroom door. Then I smiled and took my own photo of her coupled with a dog: a puppy even, as he was fucking her front on, as I liked, and she was squealing out her orgasm, and not stopping. The puppy, “Whitey” she was moaning out her chosen name, was not quite able to get her nipples into his jowls, but his tongue looked to be doing a good job of stimulating her, and he was frantically hunching his haunches and moving his hind legs as he buried his knot in her and ejaculated in her – for the `nth` time perhaps. There was no emergency here, so I left the room and closed the door quietly. The following day was Saturday and this one was my wife`s one Saturday per month off. She and the puppy stayed in her room, or bathroom, the entire time. I was asked/ordered to deliver water for them both, food for them both, but otherwise marvelled at the staying power of them both, though I assumed they both slept at times too! When I collected dirty bowls and dishes, the puppy was often sucking on her tits; I thought I might have one at the same time as he had the other, but a rumbling growl from him ended that idea: `she`s mine` he was clearly telling me. I had a lonely weekend, went out for beer both evenings, but otherwise drank at home and watched Rugby or the News, or ...

... Golf…whatever sport was on I liked. Monday morning, the puppy came downstairs after they had showered, and sat at the open front door; I knew the signs: he wanted to leave. I wanted my café and morning cigarette; he`d have to wait. When my wife appeared downstairs ready for work, looking tired and, well, fucked-out to be descriptive, I said “he wants to go” and she nodded, “I know, he has been fidgety all night, and didn`t want anything” she said rather sadly. “Dogs are fickle, you might as well learn now” I told her, as she picked up her handbag, fondled the puppy`s ears, and even turned to me and said “thank you, husband” as she left for work. I dressed in going out shorts, without underpants, and a loose t-shirt; I was feeling horny and empty as I drove us back to the temple: I knew what I wanted. Locking the car, the puppy had run off to the pack; my black companion wasn`t there, but there were enough of the others watching me approach and sit on the wooden bench, I had no qualms I could get a good fucking this morning. When one dog came and took my hand in his jowls, and another burrowed between my thighs, I was ready to go with them around the corner. I wasn`t prepared to see a pair of bare legs and feet in the lean-to already, and at first thought it was the first man I had met, but then realised they were parts of a feminine body, and it was being fucked by a brown dog on top, and a dog either side, including the white/grey I liked, feeding on tits it seemed. As I hesitated, ...