The Dog Days of Summer_(2)

Authors Note:

I want to thank my friend and editor Jim for everything he’s done for me and for sticking by me as I wrote this.

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“Can’t we at least talk about this?”

I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terry cloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look.

We HAD been talking about it, for the last two hours, and he wouldn’t let it go.

He continued.

“I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning and it’s been messing with me all day… and I… I worry about you, Mel.”

There were times when I hated Vince’s career, but I knew very early on that being a police officer was his calling and when we met, he’d already been working at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department for a little over a year. I loved him, so if I wanted to be with him, I was forced to accept that very difficult fact.

He had colleagues he could vent to, but they were more like his brothers; and at work, he couldn’t be anything other than the alpha male. Maybe some things he just needed to share with only me.

I cut my eyes at him.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me, you do realize that don’t you?” I said angrily.

His eyes were begging, almost pleading and I realized just how important this was to him.

My eyes softened.

“I’ll think about it.”

During our late dinner at Jason’s Deli, Vince told me about a call he and his partner responded to very early this morning. There was a home invasion in Western Las Vegas and an elderly couple was tied up and severely beaten while their home was being robbed. Even at this late hour, the couple was still in intensive care and there was a good chance the woman might not pull through.

There was a thick tension in the air and both of us could feel it as we undressed and slipped into bed. Marital counselors say, ‘never let the sun go down on a fight,’ or my personal favorite, ‘never go to bed angry.’ I’m sure that’s good advice, but that wasn’t our marriage.

When we fought, we fought hard and disagreements could take several days to resolve. We didn’t raise our voices as much as when we first met, but both of us were stubborn and finding middle ground was sometimes very difficult.

Normally we both slept in the middle of the bed, together; but tonight, I was on my side and he was on his. I felt the bed move as his hand reached over and momentarily rested on my ass before I promptly pushed it away. There wasn’t going to be any sex tonight, he gave up that opportunity a couple hours ago and he should have known it.

He let out a little sigh, flipped over, and a few minutes later his breathing changed and I knew he’d fallen asleep.

With all this talk of home security, him worrying about my safety, and his idea to deal with it… my mind wandered back to an event that happened during my senior year of high school, an event that I hadn’t thought about in years. Without warning, my vagina became a moist, wet, swamp as my subconscious played that torrid event back, like a movie. Almost unconsciously, my hand slipped between my legs and moments later, my body was rocked by a very powerful orgasm.

As I drifted off into a deep, dark, restful sleep I thought… I’ll give this to you honey, but not for the reasons you want.

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I woke up the next morning lying securely in Vince’s arms. Even though we’d been fighting, we found each other in our sleep. I could feel him stirring and I flipped around, facing him, and our eyes met.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” he said solemnly. “If you really don’t want this, then we don’t have to.”

He’d already won the quarrel; he just didn’t know it yet. Regardless, we’d fought so hard, I couldn’t make it look like I was giving in easily.

“We already have a home security system and if you purchase one more handgun, we’ll have to register our address as a national arsenal.”

He grinned before his face broke into a serious expression.

“A dog would give us another layer of security and you wouldn’t have to run by yourself, I really worry about that too.”

He was actually making some very good points.

“I know, but Marilyn’s only been gone for three months and… I still feel a significant amount of loss.”

Marilyn was our fifteen-year-old blonde Chihuahua who we lost to cancer. My previous statement was true, her death wrecked me for a while. I loved her so much, the heartbreak was almost unbearable.

He looked at me sympathetically.

“We can talk about this later, I know you still need more time to grieve.”

I thought for a moment.

“I worry too. I worry about you out there on the streets every day and I need you focused on your job, and not worrying about me when I’m home alone. So… I’m going to give you what you want.”

I didn’t want to appear too over eager, but I had to admit, getting another dog would be a welcome addition to our home.

His eyes lit up.

“Really, you’ll do this?”

“Yes,” I said warily, “but I get to choose the dog, and the breed.”

“Okay, I can live with that, but it has to be a real dog, not another Chihuahua, Shih-Tzu, or Lhasa Apso.”

I ran my hand seductively across his chest.

“Oh, those aren’t real dogs?” I said teasingly.

He broke into a little smile.

“No they’re not, it’s about time we had a manly dog in this house.”

I leaned in and gave him a deep, passionate kiss.

“It will be a manly dog, I promise.”

We made love that morning with a vigor that I hadn’t experienced in months. I knew part of our sexual exuberance was due to the fact that it was make-up sex after our intense fight. Post-fight fucking was something we both enjoyed in an almost perverse way.

But for me, there was the added thrill of what was to come; the result of the plan I would be putting into motion in the following months.

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It was Saturday morning and I’d just returned from my workout at the gym. Vince had already left to play golf with his friends and I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee.

It had been two days since our fight and again, my mind drifted back to my senior year of high school. Truth be told, I’d thought of a little else in the past forty-eight hours.

My friend and I had just returned to her house from a party. We’d been drinking Cherry Schnapps and were both incredibly buzzed.

Once we got to her room, we slipped off our little party dresses and put on sleep clothes which consisted of panties and big, comfy t-shirts. We then got into her bed and slid underneath the thick comforter.

In my drunken haze, the room was spinning as we laid in bed together and almost immediately, our conversation turned to guys.

“I saw you chatting up Dave tonight, I think he’s really into you,” Elsa said.

“He was definitely trying to get into something.”

We both giggled.

“Don’t tell me you don’t think about getting under him,” she said playfully.

“He’s a sweet guy, but he’s also a player… I’m not really looking for that.”

“Dana said he’s really… you know.”

A mischievous smile broke across her face.

“He’s really, what?”

I was pretty sure I knew where she was going with this.

“Let’s just say he’s working with quite a bit in the front of his pants.”

“If that’s the case, I might just have to give him a try then.”

I was fairly certain I wouldn’t give him any play, but it was always fun to talk and ponder the possibilities.

Just then, her black lab, ‘Chocolate,’ walked into the room. We’d unknowingly left the door ajar which allowed him to enter her bedroom. His tail was wagging almost uncontrollably as he jumped up onto the bed with us. Elsa began petting him while he used his front paws to ‘dig’ into the comforter between her legs. I’d been around dogs my entire life, but I’d never seen anything like that before.

“What is he… Ummm… doing?” I asked.

Her face broke into a deep, crimson blush.

“I’ve been gone all day, and he’s just really happy to see me.”

Elsa was a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them.

“C’mon, spill the beans,” I said playfully.

“You have to swear you won’t say anything to anyone, Mel.”

I’d known her since we were in the second grade and she was one of my best friends; we trusted each other implicitly with all of our secrets.

“You know I won’t say anything.”

“Okay, shut the door and lock it.”

Silently, I rose from the bed and walked across the room to secure the door. All the while, Chocolate continued to frenziedly paw at the comforter between her legs. He acted like an animal possessed.

I returned and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the spectacle beside me.

“This is our little evening ritual. When the door is open, he knows he can come in, when it’s shut, he knows I’m not in the mood.”

It dawned on me that every time I came over to her house, she always shut her bedroom door. I assumed it was to give us privacy.

“In the mood for what?”

She pushed the comforter down and spread her legs wide. As if on cue, Chocolate began lapping at her vagina through her panties.

My mouth dropped open.

Within seconds, the thin material of her panties was soaked through with a combination of his saliva and her secretions. She pushed him away, lifted her bottom up off the mattress, and slid her panties down her thighs before throwing them onto the floor.

Upon seeing her exposed body, Chocolate slid between her legs and began licking her pussy again almost uncontrollably. By this point in my life, I’d had a few guys go down on me, but it looked nothing like this.

His tongue was almost three times the length of a guy’s and it totally covered her entire vulva when he lapped at her.

I watched as Elsa’s eyes rolled into the back into her head. It was as if she slipped off into another world and forgot I was there.

Almost subconsciously, her hands moved to her breasts and her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples underneath her t-shirt. All the while, Chocolate continued lapping at her pussy feverishly.

It was too much for me to take. I opened my legs, slid my panties to the side, and dipped two fingers into my soaked vagina while my thumb rubbed my clit.

When I looked over again, Elsa had raised her bottom off the mattress and Chocolate’s elongated tongue was now licking her pussy and asshole simultaneously. She was emitting little whimpers and moans and the smell of her wet sex began to emanate throughout the room.

While I plunged my fingers in and out of my body precipitately, her body began to shake and she let out little moans as her orgasm consumed her. Almost concurrently, my world went dark as I released.

After we’d both recovered, she pulled Chocolate up to her, hugged him, and told him what a good boy he was. Then, her attention focused on me.

“Do you want him to lick you too… he will if you want him to, Mel.”

At this point, I was beginning to sober up and my lust had been temporarily sated.

“Umm… I think I’m okay for now, but I’m really tired. How about we just get some rest?”

“He can do it another time if you want.”

A loud motorcycle went down the street in front of our house which jarred me back to the now; I took another sip of my coffee. My vagina was hot and wet as I played the events of that torrid evening back in my mind. I knew I’d be touching myself before Vince came home that afternoon.

Unfortunately, I was never able to take Elsa up on her offer of Chocolate pleasuring me. We never spoke of that night again, and honestly, I think she was a little embarrassed by revealing that dark secret to me. Regardless, I was true to my word and never told anyone what happened that night.

I never thought I’d ever get the chance to experience that forbidden pleasure for myself; but now, Vince was adamant about getting a dog, a real dog, a manly dog, as he put it. The opportunity now appeared shockingly close and shockingly real.

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I spent the next month scouring the internet. I researched various websites concerning the various breeds of dogs that might suit my purposes. First and foremost, my perspective candidate had to be a guard dog. I wanted to give Vince peace of mind when I was home alone and when I went on my long runs. More than anything, he needed to know I was safe when I was home by myself. Additionally, there was a sexual component to my search, I wanted to find a dog they could do more than just protect me.

While conducting my extensive research, I also ran across a website that was devoted to sex with animals.