Linda, Part 1 – Beginnings

This is a total work of fiction, though admittedly it is fiction based loosely on factual events. Enjoy. There are a couple of other installments to Linda’s transformation and if this one is received well, I will post the others.

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Linda, Part 1 – Beginnings


I had met Linda three years earlier. She left her husband and moved in with me within a year. I was, from all she said, the lover she had always wanted. When it came to sex, her ex had ranged from lackluster to not interested, at best.

We went at it like a couple of rabbits most of the time, especially in the beginning. She was apparently just trying to impress me in the beginning as well, by telling me of fantasies that ranged from being tied and taken by strangers to lady lovers to dogs. She also told me of a steady stream of one-night-stands she had had while married all those 19 years. I knew that if I didn’t keep our sex interesting she would be back to her old ways and I would be the victim this time.

Though by all appearances Linda was a lady, at the core she was pure slut. She even admitted, if she hadn’t met her husband at 15, she would have become a total slut. Though that hadn’t happened, I believe a propensity toward slutishness is not environmental as much as I feel some women are just predisposed to be slutty and if you placed them in the right situation and hit all the right buttons, they would do anything sexual with anyone. They just loved the lust high.

Of course, as a man, I think there is no better feeling.

The term lust high was one Linda had coined and I felt this was the type lady she was. I intended to take advantage of this fact as I had fantasies that required this type of mindset. I think if all men were truly honest with themselves they did too.

Also and more importantly, I thought if I got her to be the slut she was destined to become, she wouldn’t have to cheat on me. You can’t empathize with a person that has been cheated on unless you yourself have been cheated on. Both my ex-wives were ex’s just for that very reason. So I felt if I embraced Linda’s propensity toward sluttiness and participated in her slutty acts, I could save myself the hurt that comes from being cheated on. If I’m participating you see it’s not cheating, it’s fantasy fulfillment. A loose distinction I know, but it works for me.

All during the first two-years, I tried to get her to consent to my bringing others into our sexual activities, but she adamantly refused saying her days of sex other than with ‘her man’ were over. I knew she meant this, but also felt she would backslide if I didn’t keep things interesting. Until you have had a woman throw your heart into a blender and press frappe, you can’t know just how much it hurts.

I also felt if I got her to the first event, getting her to go again would be no problem. As hard as I tried, she wouldn’t consent to anything. I kept backing off on what I was asking her to do, to the point I was only asking for soft swinging (same room sex with another couple, but no interaction). She wouldn’t even agree to this. It got so bad she left at the end of the second year and wouldn’t agree to come back until I solemnly promised never to bring up the subject again. So I came up with another approach and agreed to her requirement to never suggest sex with other “people” again.

While she was gone I bought an AKC Golden Retriever puppy. He was 8 weeks old when I bought him and I named him Sire. Two months later, I began giving him daily handjobs, to acclimate him to sex with humans as he came into sexual maturity. He achieved his first orgasm and shot a large wet load all over his belly, my hand and the carpet at about 6 months of age. Dogs can reach sexual maturity at any age between 6 – 18 months, and Sire was an early bloomer so-to-speak. He was ready. Linda had just agreed to return to living with me too. The stage was set.

Linda returned to join me and I introduced her to Sire. She was sitting in the living room drinking a cup of tea and he came in, walked up to her, and promptly stuck his snout into the crotch of her shorts. She jumped and shrieked “bad dog” and started pushing him away. I scolded her, advising her he was just a puppy and all he wanted was for her to pet him and that was his way of saying he liked her. I secretly hoped she hadn’t spoiled my plans. She recovered her aplomb and slid down on the floor to pet and console him. I hoped this would mitigate the potential damage of her reaction to his approach.

Friday night came and I started to execute my plan. I fixed a nice dinner and made Margaritas, Linda’s favorite drink. After dinner (and several Margarita’s) Linda was starting to get a little tipsy, so I thought it time to move my plan into high gear.