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Retribution
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)

***

Jon came home unexpectedly to find his wife and a 
strange dog tied ass to ass. He plots his revenge. (MF, 
wife, F/beast, oral, mast)

***

It took Jon nearly a year to arrange it, but now his 
careful planning and meticulous timing was coming into 
fruition. Having past the wrought iron gates and driven 
down the grass covered gravel drive, the end game was 
now in full swing, like a run away juggernaut, it was 
unstoppable.

He could picture when it all started, the re-run going 
through his minds eye as he drove towards destiny.

It seemed that it had been one of those days. One of 
those occasional days when anything and everything that 
could go wrong would go very wrong. The car had stopped 
for some inexplicable reason, probably electrical. He 
had managed to drive for just over a mile from his home 
towards the office, before it broke down.

His Mobile cell phone was on the blink. He was waiting, 
almost patiently, for a replacement handset. Chances 
were, it was sitting on his desk at that very moment.

So he walked back home to call the breakdown people and 
let them know at work, that he would possibly not make 
it in today and to cancel his appointments.

To add to the electrical component conspiracy, it 
rained. A frequent April shower that had more than a 
touch of December about the icy coldness of the giant 
raindrops that pounded his hatless head.

So it was, that some hour and fifteen minutes after 
leaving his house for the office, a very bedraggled and 
unhappy Jon, turned the key to the front entrance door.

It was the noises coming from the day room that first 
aroused his curiosity. A sort of moan and grunt, mixed 
together, told him that someone was in the room, behind 
the closed door. It wasn’t a sound he expected. Alice 
was supposed to be playing Golf at the country club 
today.

Slowly and quietly, he turned the polished brass 
doorknob and pushed the door open. The scene that 
greeted him took his breath away and left him 
temporarily bereft of comprehension.

April was laying face up, half on and half off of one 
of the Chesterfield leather settees. She was totally 
naked; her pert breasts pointing at the ceiling, bathed 
in sweat and grunting, like a pig around its food 
trough. Her trembling legs were parted with her feet 
flat on the floor. Between her knees was a chocolate 
spotted Springer. His rear was firmly pressed into her 
groin while he stood, motionless. 

They were obviously tied. Locked in a primeval 
impregnation although, Jon couldn’t quite work out just 
how they had managed to lock in this particular 
position.

It was the dog that first noticed him. It looked at Jon 
and whimpered a little as it looked at him piteously. 
Jon was shocked at the sight, but he almost laughed out 
loud when April noticed him and in her shock, shoved 
her self backwards, expelling the dogs cock and fluids 
with a loud pop and gush that missed the prepared 
towel, laid on the floor.

The dog, now free of the woman, scuttled away to hide 
behind the other settee, his paws skittering over the 
polished beech flooring in an effort to gain traction. 
April instinctively, tried to cover her mons with one 
hand and her breast with the other. A frozen moment 
passed between them. Frightened eyes looked into 
confused eyes, communication lost and all the shared 
history, crashed to the bottom of a widening ravine 
that separated them.

The car broke down. It was the only thing he could 
think of to say. It came out apologetically and feeling 
as if he had intruded, Jon left April to clean up while 
he changed from his wet clothes and called in. His 
working day was a ruin now, so the couple of hours 
delay before the auto rescue people could recover his 
car, wasn’t the major catastrophe it would normally 
have been.

An hour had passed since his return to the house to 
find April in her compromising position, before he saw 
her again. She had dressed in slacks and a loose 
blouse. It wasn’t her golf attire Jon noticed.

Want some lunch? She yelled from the kitchen. Got some 
very nice turkey ham in the fridge, bit of salad with 
it?

He answered in the negative, but accepted a glass of 
white wine which he sipped as his wife of twenty years 
gabbled on about any subject that she could think of to 
fill the silent void.

At last, when he could stand no more of her prattle, he 
asked the first question of a series of questions that 
might help him understand what he had witnessed.

Whose dog?

Dog? Oh you mean Cadbury; he belongs to Tom and 
Francine. They are away in Toulouse for the weekend. I 
always look after him when they go off.

I’ve never seen him before?

He usually stays in the barn at night, so you wouldn’t 
have I suppose.

I see.

Cadbury is a champion. April was desperately trying to 
fill the cold void again, with useless information.

A champion what? She wasn’t sure if he was being ironic 
or sarcastic but decided to ignore it.
He got a first a Crufts. Best in breed no less. He’s 
worth a fortune at stud. It was Jon’s turn to ignore 
the obvious entrée into a barbed reply.

Is he better than a man? The question slipped out 
before he really thought, he dreaded the response and 
waited for the axe to fall. It didn’t, or if it did, it 
didn’t come down with any cutting force.

A dog is very different from a man. It isn’t a question 
of whether he is better or not, just completely 
different. You only have to compare the anatomy to see 
that it is never going to be the same.

Somehow, I missed the anatomical differences in 
Biology. I must have been away that day. His hurt was 
plainly evident to her now, but she carried on 
blithely.

I have been looking after Cadbury for a couple of years 
now. We never had a dog and he is so friendly.

So I saw.

We haven’t been doing that for all that time, only a 
couple of months I guess, perhaps since last summer 
when they went to the Algarve.

About the same time as we stopped having sex? He looked 
at her, and remembered the young woman she once was, 
with auburn hair in flowing tresses and a cheery smile 
constantly plastered across her face. Where did the 
time go?

Has it been that long? She tried to remember when they 
had last been intimate and failed.

I think so. He changed the subject slightly to avoid 
the pain that waited for him along that particular 
road. Do you and he do this often?

Hmm yes, well every time he is over. Jon, it makes no 
difference to us. I love you just the same as I always 
have.

Jon stayed quiet and thought about her statement. Did 
she love him? Or was she used to the comforts is 
success brought? The jury was out on that one.

They sat silently for a while, each contemplating the 
state of affairs now that it was out in the open and 
what the future was to be as a result.

Jon broke the silence.

I would like to video the two of you, just for myself 
you understand. It might help me to come to terms with 
it.

I…you don’t seem to mind too much. She didn’t answer 
his suggestion, wanting to think about performing in 
front of a viewfinder for a moment or two.
They finished lunch, or rather, she finished her lunch 
and Jon drained his glass. The Automobile Rescue called 
to say his car would be in the shop for a couple of 
days. Jon arranged for a courtesy car to cover the 
period and that afternoon, April and Cadbury were the 
starring couple in a video.

Jon, tight lipped operated the camera as April took the 
dog in her mouth, sucking on the huge red and purple 
veined shaft and getting as much as she could into her 
before gagging. As an introduction to the anatomy of a 
canine, it was a lesson like no other for Jon.

She making sucking noises, pulling in air around the 
rim of the dogs cock, it vibrated and sent the hound 
wild. He humped her face, but she controlled his depth 
with a free hand, preventing him from stabbing her 
throat too deeply.

When the dogs climax was obviously imminent, she 
stopped sucking and pushed him away. It was the first 
time Jon got to see the dog fully exposed and his knot 
unsheathed. Fascinated, he closed in on the throbbing 
weapon.

April lay on the edge of the Chesterfield with her legs 
spread and feet on the floor as Jon had found her 
earlier. I get better control this way she explained 
and patted her stomach to attract Cadbury’s attention.

He jumped up and with a practiced ease, placed a paw on 
either side of her waist. He started to hump air while 
adjusting his position, ever getting closer to her 
waiting sex. Eventually, they coupled, his sharp tip 
penetrating her with her guidance. 

Cadbury shifted and scrabbled until her was deep inside 
her and furiously fucking her cunt in a blur of motion. 
Jon lay on the floor and pointed the camera up so that 
he could get to see the depth of this dogs cock in her 
pussy. He was rewarded very quickly when Cadbury’s knot 
passed April’s outer lips and disappeared into her 
body.

His humping slowed and cum leaked from around the side 
of his cock. April raised her knees and crossed her 
ankles, locking the dog and pulling him further into 
her. She could hardly breathe quickly enough, the 
demand for oxygen was so great, causing her to gasp in 
ragged sobs of ecstasy. Jon got up from his vantage 
point and panned out, capturing both his wife and her 
deep-seated lover, as they finalised the act.

Cadbury, tried to disengage, but all he succeeded in 
doing was turning and, once again, Jon was privy to how 
they came to be in the position he had found them 
earlier.

After a while, they separated and went to their 
respective places to clean up. April to a shower, 
Cadbury to the barn where he had a bed laid out for 
him. Jon, in the meantime, carefully copied the film 
and put the original in the safe.

He and April watched the copy later that evening and 
then fucked each other’s brains out like they hadn’t 
done since college days. She even sucked him to 
completion, holding his cum in her mouth before making 
a show of swallowing it all. It occurred to Jon, even 
as his semen slid into her stomach that April had 
turned into something of a slut. Her propensity for 
sexual digression was nothing like he had ever found in 
her before. She was up for anything and no holes were 
barred.

That was a year ago.

Now they sat in the Daimler, travelling to his surprise 
for her. The grass covered track twisted and turned 
until it opened out into a wide semi-circular drive in 
front of a shambling mock Tudor house.

David Grey, the owner of the property, came out of the 
front entrance immediately, as if he had been waiting 
for them to arrive with the door on the latch. Jon 
parked to one side of the drive and got out to shake 
hands.

You found it then? His clothing matched the condition 
of the house and it was obvious he hadn’t seen a razor 
for a few days. Perfect, thought Jon.

April also exited the car, her flower print cotton 
dress, fluttered in the breeze and ruffled her hair. 
She brushed it back and offered her hand to David. They 
shook and he then took her to her surprise.

Around the side of the house and to the rear was an 
enclosed space with a ivy covered wall surrounding wire 
mesh enclosures.  The pens were homes to an unfamiliar 
breed of dog.

African Ridgebacks they are. All pure bred; they are 
used to herd cattle. They can be mean bastards, but 
these are all right. Why not make your acquaintance?

April walked up to the first pen and put the back of 
her hand against the rigid mesh for the occupant to 
sniff and then lick..

The dogs came up to waist height with large heads and a 
darker coloured streak down their backs where the fur 
ran in an opposite direction to the rest of the body. 
The name was an obvious conclusion.

She turned to Jon looking quizzical, wondering if he 
was going to relent and buy her a dog after all these 
years.

Go ahead April make your choice. Jon encouraged her to 
go from cage to cage, checking out the dogs that looked 
identical. Little nuances of temperament helped her 
make a choice and the cage door was opened.

April entered the dog’s home gingerly, not wanting to 
appear threatening until the dog had accepted her into 
its domain. She needn’t have worried; he was pleased to 
meet her and showered her with licks of a huge, rasping 
tongue.

The gate clanged shut and an audible click announced 
that she was locked in. Apprehension dawned on April 
and in panic, she turned to see what Jon and David were 
doing. They stood nonchalantly, watching her, no 
discernable expression on their faces. She calmed 
immediately and returned her attention to the dog.

We will leave you two to get friendly, be back in a 
minute or two. Jon’s voice sounded reasonable and 
didn’t arouse any suspicion in April. Her new companion 
was getting a little boisterous, a little too much so, 
but she thought she would be able to handle him okay 
and probably would have done, but suddenly, through an 
interconnecting gate, another of the ridgebacks entered 
the cage and then another.

April became frightened and backed away from the three 
dogs. Soundlessly, they approached her and, almost 
indifferently, ripped her dress off of her and then her 
panties.

Her cries for help went unheeded, she tried to crawl to 
the gate, but one of the powerful dogs grasped her neck 
in a firm and insistent bite. It was just hard enough 
to let her know that her neck could be snapped so 
easily. She froze and then incredulity overcame her as 
the first dog mounted her. His initial thrusts missing 
her cunt, but a shift in position had him filling her 
with more dog cock than she had ever felt before. 

His knot smashed against her labia several times, 
before being forced into her body in a merciless shove. 
She couldn’t move, didn’t dare to move. These dogs were 
working together she realised and meant to fuck her in 
turn. The dog shot his seed deep into her belly in a 
scalding torrent that seemed to burn her from the 
inside out.

They were only tied for a short while and separated, 
his sperm leaking from her bruised lips. The respite 
was short lived. Another of the brutes clambered onto 
her back and shoved his cock straight into her wide-
open cunt. There was nothing gentle about the violent 
thrusting of his member as it passed her lubricated 
lips and his knot thumped into her.

But April’s body began to betray her and her hips 
thrust backwards, burying him deeper into her and 
accepting his sharp cock end into her womb.

Her neck was released. To her amazement, the dog 
holding her in place, then mounted her from the 
opposite end, presenting his cock to her mouth. She 
sucked on him while being shafted from the other end.

It was at this point that Jon and David returned to 
observe the proceedings. They watched in silence until 
both dogs had satisfied themselves, coming 
simultaneously, one filling her stomach while the other 
filled her throat, forcing her to swallow his seed.

April, this is for you. Jon waved a piece of folded 
paper. I shall leave it here for you to read when you 
are done with the dogs.

What is it? She had a feeling she already knew though.

Divorce proceedings he answered. I divorce thee. I 
divorce thee. I divorce thee. It was an ancient custom 
where saying the phrase three times was a final cut of 
the marital tie. I trust you will not be contesting it. 
I am citing unreasonable behaviour; the evidence is on 
videotape and I am sure you wont want it publicised.

What is to become of me? She wailed.

David has been paid to feed you, you bitch. You’re 
where you belong. In with the dogs, it’s your level and 
serves you right. See you around. He spun on his heels 
and stalked off, with the parting shot. Be happy.

Strangely enough, April was happy and stayed that way 
for several months until David relented and set her 
free.

Jon moved to the Seychelles and never returned to 
England.

David’s dogs were even happier, having a regular bitch 
to fuck and not having to wait until she was in season. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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