Cuckolded

It all started about a year ago. Wendy (my wife) had been pestering me for months to let her get a dog. Since her hours had been cut at work, she had become increasingly lonely at home, on her own during the days. I knew if I relented, that it after the novelty had worn off, it would be left to me to take the dog for walks, feed it, clean it and so on. This had made me reluctant. But Wendy being Wendy, she could be very persuasive. So in the end I gave in and we decided to take a trip to the local rescue shelter to pick a dog.

When we arrived Wendy was like a kid in a candy store, moving from cage to cage hardly able to decide which dog she liked most. In the end the dog picked it’self. A big sign on the cage door with the name Ben scrawled in chalk. He was a three year old Rottweiler. A big big dog but he looked friendly enough, trying to lick Wendy’s hand through the cage. “This is the one” she said with a huge smile on her face. “See he likes me”. She seemed genuinely excited.

After completing the necessary paperwork and the obligatory home visit by a worker from the shelter, two weeks later saw the arrival of Ben in our home. Wendy made a huge fuss over him, constantly playing games and stroking him. I would come in from work and have to sit on a separate chair as Ben was usually laying on the sofa next to Wendy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting a little jealous.

A couple of months passed and Wendy was still the model dog owner. Not what I’d expected at all. She was still taking him for twice daily walks and looked after his every need. The only thing that had changed was that our sex life had declined a little. We had always been pretty active, but it had gone from the usual 5 or 6 times a week to 2 at best. I just put that down to how tired Wendy was from all the extra exercise she was getting by walking Ben. How wrong could I have been!!

It was a Monday and normally I wouldnt be home til after 6 but Id been able to finish a little earlier as an appointment had cancelled. I decided to buy some flowers for Wendy on my way home and surprise her. I pulled into the drive and quietly let myself into the house. I could hear Wendy’s voice comng from the living room and it sounded like she was playing with Ben. “Thats it, good boy” I could hear her say. What I heard next stopped me in my tracks. “Oh yes thats it Ben, good boy, fuck me, harder”. Could it be that Wendy had found someone else? I edged closer to the living room door which was slightly open. I peered through the gap and couldnt believe my eyes. There she was on her hands and knees, skirt hitched up and panties round her knees with Ben on her back humping like he would a bitch.