My Wife And The Dog

It was some years ago on a warm summer evening; my wife and I were sitting and talking together, reminiscing about days gone by. Somehow, the discussion turned to the wild sexual adventures we had before we met and fell in love, and almost in passing, she mentioned that when she was a teenager, she used to let the family dog lick a bit more than her hands or face.

Of course, I was consumed with curiosity and dying to hear more about my poised, cultured and beautiful wife’s straying into that most outré of lusts. It happened more than once, she said, with more than one animal, but she never let any of them fuck her and she never jerked any of them off in exchange for their attentions. She was reluctant to tell me more at the time, so I let it drop with a supportive comment, but I was really curious.

Although women and dogs hadn’t been one of my cherished sexual fantasies, this revelation of hers moved it near the top of the list. Although out of the ordinary, I don’t think it’s a degrading or misogynistic fantasy. What turns me on about it is the idea that my wife could be so “game” for sex that she’d get off on doing it with a dog! And from what I know about dogs, I would think they would be just as game. I had a Lab onve that was always sniffing around girls and would try to mount them right there in the front yard. If the truth were told, most girls have been licked or sniffed by a dog, and although they all push them away in public, I think quite a few might be a bit more accommodating if approached in the same way in a safe, private place. After all, everyone’s had a dog lick them before, so it’s it isn’t so farfetched to relax your standards of jst where they lick.

Anyway, a year or so after she got me thinking about this, when she was really horny and in a loving mood, she invited me to “do whatever I liked” with her. I’m sure she thought I’d ask to fuck her in the ass, like I’d done a number of times before when faced with the same invitation – she says that’s what most men will do if you tell them that – but instead, in a voice hoarse with excitement, I asked her to tell me about the times she let her dogs lick her. I was ready for an angry refusal or a blithe and witty change of topic, but I was pleasantly surprised when, after a brief pause, she started telling me how she went about it.

When she was was feeling really horny, she said – when there was a male dog at hand and no one else about – she would bring him up to her room and close the door. As he sat gazing as her quizzically, she’d slowly strip off her cloths, take of her bra, and pull down her panties while he watched, eyes alert and following her every move. Then she’d lie back on the bed and start stroking her body, massaging and pulling on her nipples, then gently tickling her clitoris, then finger-fucking herself, first with one finger, then with two, then three until she was dripping wet. Then opening her legs wide to give him a good view, she display her red, aroused and pussy to the very interested dog. Sensing the invitation, he’d come closer sniffing at her highly scented cunt and seeing and smelling her wetness, he’d begin to lick her pussy lips and asshole with his long, sensitive tongue. She is really juicy down there, by the way, more than other girls I’ve known. The first time I ever grabbed her crotch it was just sopping wet after a night of kissing and playing around with me under the stars, and much later, after we were married, on a bright, sunny afternoon, I was working her over with one of those “barber massage” vibrators that you slip over you hand, and I was thrilled to watch the little drops of clear, lubricating fluid leaking out of the glands that nestle just inside the mouth of her vagina down by her “taint.” They came out of her beautiful cunt: drip, drip, drip, sparkling in the sun that streamed in the window.