She Really Wanted It

She really wanted it, but she couldn’t let herself do it. Not with her dog, and really not with any other dog. But she wanted it.
She had fantasized about a dog taking her since she was in high school. Maybe it was a safer version of the rape fantasy, the being out of control but enjoying it type of thing. Her fantasy was like many others’: she had come out of a shower and while bending over a dog jumped on her from behind. In her fantasy the dog found her opening quickly and she just as quickly succumbed to the feelings, the incredible sensations of the dog’s penis swelling inside of her, its rapid thrusts. It was a safe way to lose her virginity while not losing her virginity, to experience penetration but somehow for it not to count as “sex”. Years later she still fantasized about having sex with a dog, but it was just that, a fantasy. She had even had owned a few dogs since then, but all of them had been neutered and so none of them ever really came close to resembling the dog of her fantasy.
But that all changed when we rescued a dog from the countryside. She had been thinking about getting another dog when one day she read the advertisement of a dog needing a home. I agreed to go look at it, but knew as soon as we met him that he was coming home with us. He was a shepherd husky mix and was a sweet, gentle, but seriously neglected dog. His sad eyes that followed us as we walked around the dog pen told me that we couldn’t leave him behind, and so he came home with us.
He was a young dog, of unknown exact age but seemed to be about 2 years old. He hadn’t been neutered, and that was something new to both of us. He wasn’t boisterous, but whenever he saw us after being apart for some period of time, he let us know how happy he was to see us. It took some getting used to.
Then one night she let it slip that she had thought about having sex with him. She quickly explained that it was just fantasy and that she would never do it with him. She said she didn’t want to change their relationship. To her it was like sleeping with one of our own children. But I didn’t see it that way and I began to realize that deep down, neither did she. But she couldn’t admit it, and couldn’t bring herself to admit anything otherwise, and so I let it drop.
About six months passed after that night before it ever came up again. It was nearly a year after we had adopted him and we still hadn’t neutered him because it was too expensive at first and then became a question of “why do it?” since he seemed to be fine intact. He wasn’t aggressive towards other dogs or people and didn’t seem overly excitable. Nothing but his “happy greeting” would indicate he wasn’t neutered, and so he remained intact. With our last child out of the house and off to college, sex became something that we could do wherever and whenever, and it was after one of our hotter impromptu sessions of sex after drinking some wine and watching a movie I went to the bathroom to wash off, and Rhett got up to follow me. He always seemed slightly interested in our sex, but never intruded or really indicated any serious desire to investigate the smells further. But when I went to wash up, I petted him before getting to the bathroom and he smelled Jill’s juices on my hands. He licked my hands enthusiastically and I immediately remembered the earlier discussions and fantasies. I quietly pushed him away and told him to go to Jill. She was still on the sofa, naked, with my cum dripping out of her, basking in what I would like to think was the afterglow.