Lydia_(1)

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This is my story. This is an adult story meant for people over the age of
18. It is a fantasy, not reality. Please do not reproduce or repost
without permission. Thanks, Johnnie666666@yahoo.co.uk How it all began

I hadn’t suspected anything at all. Lydia and I were a very happy
couple, we enjoyed a lot of sex and told each other our darkest fantasies.

When I first got my hands (figuratively anyway) into Lydia’s knickers I
couldn’t help but notice how big her cunt lips were. They were fantastic,
they must have hung down 2″ and they were constantly wet. She sits next to
me on the sofa and just pulls and stretches her lips while we both sip
wine. She can easily pull them out to 5″.

Once our relationship became more serious I threw away all her knickers
so that there wouldn’t be anything to stop her lovely lips from hanging
down where they wanted to be. Lydia responded by wearing her shortest
skirts and making sure her legs were always partly open so her lips could
“breath”.

Soon after that I began to shave her cunt. At first I tried all the
clever shapes; hearts, arrows, etc, but eventually settled on a 1/2″ wide
landing strip that stops an inch above her cleft. Everything else is
smooth. It is fantastic. Lydia likes it so much that she has taken over
shaving it herself.

You can see that my woman is a very special, very sexy and very amenable
person. There wasn’t anything this woman wouldn’t do if I asked her to.
What I didn’t know was that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do even if I
hadn’t asked her to!

While we are in the house Lydia wears just a man’s dress shirt with a
couple of buttons done up. This gave me loads of flashes of her big tits
and her horny cunt, and when she sits she generally has one leg pulled up
onto the sofa so that her legs are wide open and she can pull and caress
her lips as she watches TV.

One particular morning I was in a rush. Lydia was dressed in a white
and blue pin-stripe shirt with one button done up, standing leaning against
the counter top sipping tea when I left the house.

I hadn’t even got to the car when I realised I had left my phone on the
table in the kitchen. I rushed back to get it. I left the front door open
and walked towards the kitchen door. I saw her reflection in the window
opposite and stopped stunned. She was leaning back against the counter.
She had the shirt tails in her hands pulling the shirt open from the bottom
and her thumbs and forefingers stretching her cunt’s lips apart. Our dog
was licking her cunt. Her lips were spread so wide that the dog’s tongue
easily slid up between them. I just stood there watching in disbelief. I
could hear her muttering. “Oh you naughty dog, you shouldn’t do this now”.
Shortly after I saw her lower her body slightly and open her legs a bit
more to give the dog more access to her lips. “Oh, I am such a dirty cunt
aren’t I?” she was asking the dog. I could see her knees trembling, she
threw her head back and started gasping “Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m coming, fuck, I’m
coming, Oh, Oh , Ooooh” as she couldn’t stand it any more and squeezed her
legs shut on the dogs, still busy, tongue.

I watched in amazement as she then dropped to her knees and spread her
legs wide. I could see her cunt in the reflection. Her lips were huge and
red and even in the reflection I could see her cunt was gaping open. She
put her hand back between her legs and called to the dog “Come on, quickly
you naughty dog, now see what you’ve made me do!” The dog had clearly done
this before because he just walked up behind her and she grabbed his big
cock in her little hand and fed his hard rod into her cunt. I could hear
her murmuring with pleasure as she made sure she had all the dog’s ample
meat in her cunt before dropping her shoulders to the kitchen floor and
pushing her arse up into the air to give the dog the best angle to fuck
her. And fuck her he did. I have never seen a fuck so fast. I could just
about make out her face and I could see from her chin that she was red with
desire and excitement. The dog didn’t stop pummelling her cunt until he
spewed his spunk into her. I could hear her talking again. “Oh no you
don’t, I’m not having you knotted inside me this morning you bad dog”. She
crawled away from the dog who just went and laid against the wall.

I wasn’t prepared for what happened next either. Instead of standing
up, she got up on one knee and then crouched with her back against the
kitchen unit with her legs wide apart, her arse virtually on the tiled
floor and began to scoop the spunk out of her cunt with her fingers and
lick the spunk off them. She continued doing that while she told herself
what a dirty cunt she was. She was right though!

I slipped away quietly, waited 5 minutes then came back into the house
making a lot of noise, swearing loudly about having forgotten my phone.
Lydia was standing with her back to me, leaning over the counter with her
tea cup in her hands. As I walked in the kitchen she turned to me and
smiled. I could see her pert bum at the bottom of her shirt. There was no
visible sign of the rampant sex that I had seen 5 minutes ago. I grabbed
the phone and went behind her, kissed her neck, patted her bare bum and
left.

For the next few days I could think about little else other than seeing
my wife being fucked by our dog. I wondered how often they “did it” and
what else they might get up to. I had to know! I decided to go on an
undercover mission to find out all about my wife’s bestiality escapades.

I came up with a plan, not particularly ingenious, but enough for me to
find out what I was dealing with before deciding whether to intervene.

First, I made sure that I left at exactly the same time each day. This
was 15 minutes before the time that I had used to leave. I was able to be
quite flexible regarding my arrival time at work so I had between 45
minutes and an hour to observe my wife’s habits. I had taken the lock off
the side gate. There was no reason for her to go round there so I wasn’t
worried about her noticing it missing. Each day I would leave, drive
around the corner, park the car and come back into our street from the
other end so I could get to the side gate without being seen from the front
window.

The first day I did it I was trembling. Part was worry that I would be
seen, part was worry of what I would see, and part of it was just the
excitement of creeping around and being a voyeur.

I wasn’t seen; she was far too busy! I had only been out of the house
for just over 6 minutes and she was lying on the floor with her legs wide
open, her shirt undone. She was squeezing her nipples and massaging her
big tits while the dog lapped at her cunt with gusto. I watched and after
a few minutes I could see the signs of her impending orgasm. She put her
hands on her thighs and grabbed hold of her cunt lips and pulled her cunt
as wide as she could to get as much of the dog’s tongue on her throbbing
clitoris. She had her lips fully extended to about 5″ so they formed a
guide from her arse to her clitoris for the dog’s tongue. She was
squeezing her tits together with her upper arms and I could see her face
getting red as she began to reach her peak.