My Neighbors Ch.2

It had been 2 days since my encounter next door. I had asked my husband to feed the neighbors dogs yesterday since I wasn’t sure what would happen if I went back. It was early afternoon and he was at work today. I had a job where I could work from home and I made excuses that I needed some time alone today.

I was in our bedroom standing in front of the full length mirror. I was naked and was looking at myself. I was in my late twenties I thought I looked pretty good. I’m about 5’5” with shoulder length dark blond hair. I had put some highlights in it but I needed to get those redone. My waist is slim and my stomach still pretty flat. My hips have gotten a little wider but not too bad. My ass hasn’t fallen and still looks good in jeans. My legs are and still have some tone in them from my sports days. I look between my legs. My bush is darker then my hair. It’s full and thick and very curly. I had trimmed it before but had since let it grow back to where my husband likes it. I have full outer lips and they are hairy too. The only thing out of place are my boobs.

I still think they look way too big for my body. They are teardrop shape and look heavy because they are. I could swear my areola are twice as big as before since I stopped taking the pill. My nipples stay erect all the time which can be embarrassing. I picked them up feeling their weight. I rubbed my thumbs across my nipples watching them spring back and get even harder. They are still a little sore from the workout the puppies gave them.

As I stand there breathing in I smell something. I sniff again and I realize it’s me. I haven’t taken a shower since the evening with the dogs and that’s been 2 days. I smell like sweat and something else. I spread my legs a little wider and I know where the source is. I reach down between my legs and run my hand across my pussy. It feels damp and a little sticky. I bring my hand back up to my nose and inhale. It’s a different smell then I normally have. It’s powerful and I suspect it’s heavy with pheromones. It’s the smell of a female in heat, namely one that’s ovulating and fertile.

Why was I wet? Why hadn’t I taken a shower in two days? I knew why. I still couldn’t get the thought of the big male Doberman’s cock deep inside me out of my head. My scent had turned him on. Was I trying to do that again? As I stood there looking at my naked body my breathing increased and my chest flushed pink. I was falling into a sexual fog.

I shook my head and told myself to snap out of it. Mike and Sue were our neighbors and I couldn’t get all worked up every time I was around their dogs. I decided to just get dressed and go over there and feed them like I promised I would. I would just ignore any feelings that started. I slipped on some cotton shorts and an old t-shirt. I didn’t put any underwear on because when I got back I was going to shower.

I walked across the lawn to their house in the warm sunshine. The t-shirt I was wearing used to fit fine, but now it was stretched tight across my boobs and my nipples were poking out. I was ready to put my arms across my chest if I ran into anyone. I didn’t and soon I was inside and headed to the backdoor. The puppies saw me first and all eight of them ran and tripped over themselves to get to the door. I decided I would let them all inside for a moment to play with them. I opened the door and the mass of puppy bodies rolled in.

They were all jumping on me so I bent down and picked one up. It was the runt of the litter, a little female. I held her in the crook of my arm and looked down a the others. I felt and noticed something odd. Where my t-shirt was stretched across my nipples were two wet spots. They were spreading a little and I knew what it was. I was leaking milk. The sounds that the puppies were making had cause my breasts to spontaneously leak. I was looking down at them not believing what I was seeing when the puppy I was holding sniffed the air and turned it’s head so it could lick one of the wet spots. It’s little tongue was raking across my nipple and it was nuzzling into my soft breast trying to get to the source of the milk.