Backyard Pack Attack

Zach ran to the door, barking excitedly.

Normally he’s quite a calm dog, so clearly he knew something was up. Zach came to a screeching halt by the front door, impatiently waiting for me to open it.

Since I knew what the excitement was all about, I took my time ambling down the hall. Zach grew increasingly impatient by the second. Before he started scratching the timber I reached over him to open the door.

Crossing the front yard was what appeared to be a dog walking group. But all the people in the group were men and a close look would have revealed that all the dogs were male as well.

I heard Maria call out from somewhere deep inside the house. She must have heard the commotion.

“It’s okay,” I called back over my shoulder. “It’s just a little surprise visit.”

I heard her footsteps approaching the hallway. “Ooooh, who is it?” she cooed, just as the first of the dog group reached the front porch.

“I’ll take the visitors round the side into the back yard,” I called back. “See you there.”

Zach meanwhile was virtually prancing from dog to dog offering his own typical welcome, his golden tail wagging in a broad bushy sweep.

The men came to a stop, milling on and around the porch, each holding his dog on a lead. Each was wearing a big smile.

I stepped outside, closed the front door behind me and led the way to the side gate and round to the back.

The back garden had a large central lawn fringed by shrubs and trees, along with a garden shed tucked into one of the back corners. The grass looked lush and soft in the sparkling sunlight.

Zach acted as though he was in guard dog mode, ushering the pack round the back. Once the gate was latched behind us, the men all let their respective dogs off their leashes so they could have a sniff around.

It gave me a chance to say g’day to each of the seven blokes.

There was Ben with his dark coloured German shepherd, still relatively young at three years old. Derek’s Great Dane on the other hand was an older dog, almost nine. The rest were spread out in between.

Paul had brought his sedate black Labrador while Giovanni was almost as eager as his Neapolitan mastiff, a less common breed but a nice-looking larger canine.

Jack’s Irish wolfhound looked like it could be the pack leader although Len’s Alaskan malamute with its blue ringed eyes also looked very sharp.

I was most looking forward to meeting the new guy, Matt, and his Rhodesian ridgeback, a breed I hadn’t encountered before. I was curious as to how that assignation would turn out.

“Hi Matt,” I introduced myself. That’s a good looking dog of yours. What does he weigh?”

“He’s almost 40 kilos,” Matt replied in a South African accent. “He’s a very solid build.”

“Mmm, I can see that. It will be interesting to see how he uses that bulk and muscle,” I replied.

“He is quite strong. He can be a bit of brute at times. My wife can’t handle him at all,” Matt said with a grin.

“So she’s never taken him?”

“No, that’s why I was so happy to get your message. I really want to see how he handles it,” Matt said.

I clapped him on the shoulder. “Me too, mate, me too.”

Ben came up as we finished our conversation but then turned to look at the back door, as did all the guys.

Maria had opened the door and was coming down the steps with a broad smile on her pretty face. She was wearing a loose, light little white summer shift with a plunging V neck, only just reaching her upper thighs. Clearly she had given her underwear a miss.

Those huge tits of hers swayed and jiggled as she descended the steps. I walked towards her and she took my hand.

“Gentlemen,” I announced, turning to to assembled group. Even the dogs were paying attention, a couple of them obediently sitting. “This is my wife, Maria. Some of you know her from previous meetings, some from her videos online, and for those who have not had the pleasure, I’m sure she is delighted to make your acquaintance.”

This was met by a chorus of “hi Maria” and “great to see you, Maria” from various men.

Maria gave e everyone a general wave. “Wow, we have some great looking doggies with us here today,” she said breathlessly.

“Maria, maybe you’d like to say hello to some of the dogs while we organise a bit of an order,” I suggested. Maria moved off to start patting the dogs, beginning I saw approvingly with the two who were still sitting, the shepherd and the mastiff.

She patted and fondled their ears, Zach accompanying her as an escort, as she made her way round to each dog. Each stopped its exploration of the yard and willingly came to her in turn.

Some of the guys were amazed. “She certainly has a way with dogs, doesn’t she? I would have expected this many dogs to be running riot.”

“Normally they would,” I laughed. “But you’re right, Maria does have an amazing affinity with dogs. She is simply a dog lover, she loves dogs deeply, and it seems they recognise it.”

We all watched as Maria bent over to scratch behind the ears of the ridgeback, revealing her shapely cheeks as the shift rode higher.