The Mailman Sees

The next morning, Tom walked into the kitchen. He went straight to the coffee pot and poured a cup. He was very quiet.WELL! say something, I said to him. I am sorry about last night. he replyed. Sorry about what? I asked. You know the dog thing. Dont be sorry, I said. I really enjoyed it. I did notice that, he added. My pussy has never been that hot. I only wish you had taped the whole night, I would love to have watched just how hot I looked doing those dogs. I said to him. Trust me Dottie, you were hot. Do you think we could do that again when I get back next weekend? Tom asked. We will. I told him. What we do in our house is our business, you can take bets on the fact we will do it again. I added. I knew you were really into it. He replied. Yes, Yes I was, and again remember, I said for you to be careful what you ask for too. I added. I know , where are you going with that? Tom asked. I was the one who wanted you to let a dog fuck you. He said. That wasnt all you said you wanted. I smiled. What else did I say? He asked. We will get into that when your hunting trip is over. I said to him. Fuck! Tom replied, the guys will be here shortly too.
Tom was getting ready to go on a week long hunting trip, as his five poker buddies pulled into the drive way. He was loading up some of his dogs, when his buddies came in to raid my coffee pot. I smiled at them and put on another pot, while the men made small talk to me. I had on a long terry cloth robe with nothing on under it. The men were undressing me with their eyes as I walked around the kitchen. I could feel their eyes on me. I grinned to myself, and thought wait til poker night. I am going to fuck all of you. I was thinking to myself. I went into the dining room, not needing anything. I walked to the china cabinet and bent down letting the robe fall open exposing my shaved pussy. I slowly closed the robe not letting the men wise to the fact, I had done it on purpose.
Tom came back into the house to say good bye. Its Monday, we will be back Sunday afternoon. Tom told me. Ok, I replyed. are you guys playing cards that night? I asked. Why? Tom asked. Well dumb ass, I thought I would have the beer cold and something for all of you to eat when you get here. Sorry hon! he said. Why dont you people just go hunting, I have a house to clean, and I dont need a bunch of dumb asses in my way. I added. Ok, Tom replied. Behave yourself we will see you Sunday. Oh I will, I smiled at him. I will be a very good wife. I laughed, as they walked out the door.
All day long, I kept thinking of my night of dog cock. My pussy was wet, just at the thought of those wonderful dogs in the yard. I wanted a lot more of the dirty nasty sex I had last night. Tom really didnt know just how sexually awake I was now. I not only wanted to fuck, I needed to fuck. Its what he said he wanted. The way I was feeling now, the nastier the sex the better, or I should say the more I wanted. I will show that son of a bitch husband of mine what a little spice is. If he wants his buddies to bang me, I think I need a little practice. I smiled. We have been married for three years, and now he wants some extra excitement, well so fucking be it. Its Monday, I have no classes for the next two months, I have a yard full of male dog cocks. My husband is gone for a week. I am a very happy, very horny house wife. What more could my hot little cunt want? DICKS. Lots and Lots of hard throbbing dicks. Thats what. I said out loud.
I took off my robe, and put on a very short jean skirt, with a low cut tit high tee shirt. I started cleaning the house, as to get that out of the way. I didnt want to have to do anything later, but fuck. I opened up all the shades to let the sun shine in. As I cleaned I just kept thinking about the dogs. Jesus, I just cant quit thinking about sucking and fucking the hounds in the yard. As I cleaned the living room, I hadnt noticed the mailman sitting in his jeep, watching me. The way I cleaned changed a bit, once I did notice him though. He is a nice looking guy, a couple of years older than me.