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Cuckold by the Dogs
By Rachel Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)
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A pretty young wife is neglected by her middle-age
husband but finds a way to cope and in the end takes
control of the situation. (F/dog+, Cuckold)
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Cuckold by the Dogs
Fiction by Lisa Pavageau
Ted was certain his wife was having an affair behind
his back, but he couldn't prove it. To all outward
appearances everything was normal. His young and
beautiful wife hadn't given him any obvious reasons to
be suspicious, but there were a number of little things
that just didn't seem to add up.
A successful investment banker, Ted had married
Elizabeth largely because she looked good on his arm.
Tall, blonde and blue eyed, with large full breasts, a
narrow waist and deftly rounded hips, she did indeed
make the perfect trophy wife for a middle-aged
businessman climbing the social ladder. He loved Liz,
in his own fashion, and his jealousy was acute when he
noticed other men admiring his gorgeous wife, going out
of their way just to be near her.
Elizabeth too, was uncomfortable with the looks and the
attention, flattering though it was. She'd cling to
Ted, like a devoted wife should, and give him no reason
to doubt her fidelity. That was the price of all this
luxury, after all. But still, she was only 23 and fully
12 years younger than her husband. Ted knew his sex
drive wasn't anything to brag about, he was more than
content with making love once or even twice in a good
week, but he could just as easily go without it too.
Elizabeth was the one who always initiated their sex,
and lately she'd been doing that less and less.
And then there were things like finding her panties on
the floor one night, quite by accident, still damp with
what had to be her juices. A different time he'd found
a towel, also stained and pungent with the odor of his
wife's sex and something else besides. Add to that the
time he'd come home unexpectedly early one day and
caught his wife looking flushed and nervous, wrapping
her bathrobe around her body and quickly disappearing
into the shower. And now, more recently, Elizabeth had
been acting strangely shy, unwilling to undress in
front of her husband, as if hiding her body.
Ted suspected it was because she had hickeys or love
bites, small reminders from her lover's lips. The man's
mind worried over this constantly, imagining his
wife... the woman who belonged to him... in the arms of
another man. It made him feel impotent and humiliated.
He'd resisted confronting Elizabeth, hoping some
logical explanation would present itself. If he were to
force the issue and create a scene, and then find out
he'd been mistaken, that could be almost as
embarrassing as finding out he was right. But what
choice did he have?
Ted finished his third martini, having considered all
this while his friends talked office politics, and then
rose, dropping some money on the bar. He clapped one of
the other executives on the shoulder, telling them he
needed to go home. Ted wished he could have discussed
these problems with someone, but the word would have
gotten around the office like a wildfire. Ted had
married a slut, a two-timing whore, they'd whisper and
then the old man would have heard about it, the
president of the bank, and that would have been the end
of Ted's rising star. A man who couldn't control his
own wife, well... what business did he have giving
advice to people about their own families? Image and
reputation were everything in the investment business.
Elizabeth was happily unaware of her husband's
concerns, although she was just that moment thinking
about him. The beautiful young woman glanced at the
clock next to her bed and smiled. Ted wouldn't be home
for at least two more hours, she thought. Thursday was
always his night to be with the boys, drinking and
relaxing in their little club downtown. She knew he'd
have too many martinis and come home around 9:30 or so,
a little drunk and complaining that he was too old for
that, and then fall asleep on the couch.
She didn't mind though, Ted was under a lot of stress.
He worked hard and provided her with a good life. She
just wished he was a little busier in the sex
department. It was as if the man had no libido at all
and it had driven her a little crazy at first,
especially since she had absolutely no desire to cheat
on her husband with another man. The prenuptial
agreement she'd signed had been very clear about
'...engaging in carnal union with other person(s) of
the same or opposite sex...' Ted's lawyer had been very
clever, Elizabeth thought, but he hadn't closed all the
loopholes.
"Mmmm... good boy... yeah, take your time Ajax... take
your time..." Elizabeth was pulling at her breasts. Her
hips lifted and rocked against the tongue that was
digging between the plump excited folds of her sex.
"Uh-huh... oh yeah... right there!" She hissed, feeling
another little orgasm building.
The large dog between her legs, a handsome 3 year old
Doberman named Ajax, wagged his tail at his Mistress'
encouraging voice. He continued lapping eagerly at
Elizabeth's sweet tasting juices while his erstwhile
twin, Achilles, sat next to the bed watching and
waiting patiently for his turn.
They'd been a gift from Ted, a pair of beautiful dogs
to keep his new bride company, though little did the
man know just how good their company was. They were
also very capable when it came to protecting Elizabeth,
having been trained specifically to that task by a man
who'd spent the better part of a year doing it. It had
been expensive, but in this day and age one couldn't be
too careful. And besides, having the dogs gave Ted a
real break on his homeowner's insurance. They'd pay for
themselves in a couple years. If there was a drawback,
it was that the dogs didn't seem to like Ted very much,
but he wasn't what you would call a dog person anyway.
As long as they did their job and stayed out of his
way, he was happy.
Elizabeth could see Achilles smiling at her, the tip of
his nice pink cock peeking from it's sheath. They were
quite a team and it had been surprisingly easy giving
in to their amorous advances. That was how Liz thought
of it; she'd never dreamt of bestiality in her life
until one day when Achilles had nosed her bare pussy.
She'd been sunbathing nude in the privacy of their
deck, lounging near the pool as she liked to do during
the long lazy days of summer. The woman had been
shocked at first and a little embarrassed, but the dog
was persistent and it felt so good! That was just the
beginning and before long she'd tried and done
everything with the animals, seemingly incapable of
controlling her perverse desires. Or theirs, for that
matter.
She licked her lips and patted the bed. "Achilles! Up
boy!" She commanded and the dog eagerly leapt onto the
bed Elizabeth shared with her dedicated husband. 'If he
only knew...' Liz thought with a grin, feeling terribly
wicked as the dog straddled her face, letting his
swollen and now dripping cock slip from it's sheath to
touch her lips. The horny young wife made a tight
little 'O' with her mouth and felt the animal stabbing
his long tapering cock into the now very familiar wet
warmth between Elizabeth's lips. He gave a soft growl
of approval as he stood there, now moving hardly at all
and letting his human bitch do all the work.
Elizabeth was in heaven as she teased the large dog
cock in her mouth, washing it with her tongue and
swallowing the precum that spilled from the tip like
water from a tap. She had her hands on the dog's sides,
stroking him and using his strength to help move her
head up and down, pulling at him and lifting her
shoulders as she felt his cockhead tickle the entrance
to her throat.
The dogs were equally well endowed with good 6" cocks
that were thickest in the middle, as big around as her
husband's penis easily, and just as long to boot. Only
the base and the tip were different, more narrow than a
man's, and the head was sloped, pointed even, but
Elizabeth loved the shape, and the taste. She'd given
head to her boyfriends when she was younger and dating,
but had never enjoyed it, finding the idea vaguely
repulsive. But sucking off her dogs, it was a delicious
thought, totally obscene and she wished her old
boyfriends could see her now, eagerly milking the dog's
hot cock for everything she was worth.
Elizabeth came again as these thoughts passed through
her mind. She shuddered and moaned, sucking harder and
reaching down blindly to stroke Ajax's head as he
continued to lap at her slit, digging the fresh flood
of juices from her pussy. Elizabeth needed a good hard
fucking now, she was primed and her wanton sex was
trembling with the need to be filled. She moved around,
getting on her hands and knees on the floor, with her
elbows and firm full breasts resting on the bed. This
was a good way to do them both, she'd found, it was
comfortable and didn't require a whole lot of effort.
Elizabeth had Achilles lay down on the bed, on his back
with his long red cock still extended and dripping.
The lust filled socialite smiled over her shoulder at
Ajax, who had jumped off the bed and now looked at her,
panting happily and waiting. Elizabeth got into the
best position, arching her back and pushing her tight
round ass out. She slapped her hip, "Ajax! Mount boy!"
and the dog lost no time, hopping up so his front paws
rested on Elizabeth's shoulders and his hips began
thrusting rapidly, trying to find her hot wet hole with
his dripping prick. At first she'd used a blanket, or
towel to avoid being scratched, but the idea of being
marked, leaving some evidence of her infidelity was a
secret thrill. And truthfully, she enjoyed the small
pain such treatment brought, finding that it heightened
her pleasure intensely.
Elizabeth kept one hand on Achilles, stroking his soft
furred belly to keep him from moving while she reached
down to grab his twin's slippery hot prick, letting the
dog fuck her fist while she guided the tip to her
waiting vagina. She gave a sharp loud gasp as she felt
the dog's cock suddenly find purchase and he slammed it
into her as far as he could, mating with his bitch.
"Ohhh... yesss... Ajax! Good doggy!" Elizabeth groaned
for a second, enjoying the way the dog stretched her
tender pussy with his rapid thrusts. She then bent her
mouth down to find Achilles' somewhat shrunken penis,
licking and rubbing at it until once again it was stiff
and ready to fill her hot mouth.
Rosita, the maid, was downstairs finishing up in the
kitchen. She knew, as did all the members of the
household staff, what was going on upstairs in the
master bedroom. It was an open secret, never discussed,
but always shared. The gardener, an old Cuban named
Jorge, had thought such behavior typical of the
bourgeois, and invited only bad luck. Rosita had
laughed at that, having been widowed for a long, long
time. She knew well the pleasures a woman needed, even
if men like Elizabeth's husband did not. Her own
distractions had not been so different, once upon a
time.
But now, as Ted parked his Mercedes in the drive and
walked up the marble steps, entering the foyer and
calling out his wife's name... Rosita thought that
perhaps Jorge had been right. She moved quickly to
intercept her employer, wringing her hands on a dish
towel and smiling nervously.
"Senor Ted, your wife... She is... not feeling well."
Rosita sincerely hoped that Elizabeth had heard her
husband's entry.
"What?" Ted frowned at the old woman. "What are you
babbling about?
Where is she?"
"She is... out by the pool I think, Senor. She is
resting." She stepped in front of Ted, delaying him
further. "May I bring you a drink, Senor? Or something
to eat?"
"No! No, get out of my way. By the pool, huh? Is she
alone?" Ted didn't wait for a reply, moving through his
large expensive house deliberately, looking this way
and that. He knew Rosita liked his wife, everyone did,
and that was the problem, Ted thought with a cold
smile. Well, tonight he was home early and he'd find
out who the son of a bitch was that thought he could
get away with fucking his wife!
Elizabeth wasn't by the pool, nor was she in the pool
house, Ted had checked thoroughly. He briefly wondered
if Rosita had steered him wrong so that whoever was
with his wife would have time to make an escape. The
businessman dismissed that idea quickly though, Rosita
wouldn't dare. She knew who paid the rent. No, his
lovely bride of just 2 short years must have been
playing the help just like she'd been playing him. It
was the only explanation his ego would allow.
"She wasn't there, Rosita." He looked around the
downstairs suspiciously, half expecting to see some
pool boy's bare ass crawling out a window.
"But Senor..."
Ted ignored the woman, heading for the wide curving
staircase.
"Ohhh... God! Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Elizabeth was
whimpering as Ajax worked his cock inside her with
quick short strokes. It was the best the Doberman could
do, his knot was lodged tightly in his bitch's
quivering cunt and any second the dog was going to let
loose a torrent of his hot sperm.
At the other end, Liz had her hand around the other
animal's penis. It was hard and red and dripping, his
precum mixed with Elizabeth's saliva ran down the
shaft, over her fingers and into the dog's short fur.
Achilles was whimpering as well, making soft deep
throated growls as he waited for his turn. Elizabeth
lowered her mouth to him again, enveloping his hard
prick once more in her warm sucking mouth. His left leg
twitched, as if scratching at empty air, and Elizabeth
moaned around him. She knew that meant Achilles was
really enjoying it.
"What the...???" Ted pushed open the door to the master
bedroom suite and stood there, transfixed by what he
was seeing. "Fuck me!" He finally shouted and moved
quickly into the room. His wife was being raped by a
dog! And... And... Ted stared as the other animal came
into view, his penis planted firmly between his wife's
perfect lips. "You... Bitch!!" Ted screamed as he
realized it was something far, far worse than rape.
All of that had happened in much less time than it just
took to tell you about it. Elizabeth was in the throes
of her 4th wonderful orgasm, and slow to react to her
husband's rather unexpected arrival. Ajax, who was also
cumming finally, was quite locked to his bitch. His
knot had swollen nicely, growing to the size of a large
orange inside Elizabeth's vagina, effectively keeping
any of his puppy making sperm from leaking out of her
womb. It also meant they wouldn't be able to separate
for some 15 or 20 minutes at the earliest. He did the
next best thing, pushing off the woman's back, his cock
swinging as though it were hinged, so they were butt to
butt. He growled at Ted warily.
But it was Achilles who reacted the fastest. He was off
the bed in a blink of an eye, his paws skittering
somewhat on the carpeting. He ran the dozen or so short
feet it took to reach Ted and stopped, dropping his
front shoulders slightly, his hackles raising and his
powerful rear haunches tensed and ready to propel the
85lb Doberman like a missile at Ted's body if he took
even one more step. He bared his teeth, growling
quietly, and that was perhaps the worst for Ted, these
dogs didn't bark. They hadn't been trained to warn
people, only to hurt them.
"Achilles! Hold!" Elizabeth yelled. "Hold!" She stared
over her shoulder in fear. Not for herself, but for her
husband. She well remembered what her dogs had done to
the padded suits and dummies the trainer had used.
"Ted... " She said in a quiet, calm voice, despite the
adrenaline rushing through her blood. "Don't move...
Just... stand there."
Ted nodded and swallowed hard. He knew that Liz had
just told the animal not to move, not to attack, but...
He wiped a bit of sweat off his brow and the dog took
another half step, growling softly and drooling as if
ripping Ted's throat out were the only thing it dreamed
about.
"Achilles! Hold!" Elizabeth told the dog again. "I told
you not to move, Ted." Elizabeth shook her head with a
wry smile.
They stayed like that for a long while, a very long
while by Ted's reckoning, until Ajax was finally able
to free his cock from Ted's wife with a wet spongy
plopping sound. Elizabeth sighed as she felt suddenly
very empty down there, but it was good, because she
needed to stretch.
"Ajax! Heel!" She said a moment later when Liz realized
that now free, the dog was making a beeline for Ted. He
paused, turning his head only slightly, unwilling to
take his eyes off of Ted. But he'd been trained well
and he walked slowly back to where his Mistress stood
and sat next to her legs. "Good boy. Down!" Liz told
the dog and Ajax immediately dropped his belly to the
floor, laying down although his head remained up and
alert.
"Can I move yet?" Ted asked softly. He hadn't twitched
a finger in 20 minutes and he thought he was going to
collapse.
Elizabeth walked over slowly, reaching down to calm
Achilles and touched him lightly on the head while she
spoke. "Good boy, Achilles. Down!" The dog dropped,
assuming an identical position to his brother's,
staring at Ted.
"Yes Ted, you can move." Elizabeth sighed.
Ted backed away, towards the door slowly, his body
sagging and releasing tension. "Those dogs... they
could have..."
"Killed you, yeah." Elizabeth sounded disinterested,
twisting to examine fresh scratches along her ribs and
clucking her tongue. "You should have knocked."
"Knocked?!" Ted yelled, then lowered his voice as
Achilles growled at him. "Knocked? This is my house, my
bedroom! You're my wife, Liz! What the hell is going on
here?"
"Shhh..." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I was just
playing with the dogs, Ted. You startled them..." She
reached down and scratched Achilles behind the ear.
"And me too."
"Well, excuse me!" Ted turned around, leaving the room.
"Where are you going?" Liz called after her husband.
"To call you a cab. Dress warm."
"A cab?" Liz hurried after him. "Dress warm? What do
you mean?"
"I mean by the time my lawyer is done with you, you'll
be sleeping on a fucking park bench." Ted chuckled at
the thought.
"That's what you think!" Liz said under her breath.
He was halfway down the stairs when he heard the
bedroom door slam. She wanted to play it tough, huh? He
figured as much, it hadn't been much of a threat
anyway. He couldn't kick her out, not yet. They were
married, after all, and calling the cops was sure to
make the papers. He'd talk to his lawyer, the only
person in the world he could talk to about this bizarre
situation. Get a restraining order first of all,
probably. Get animal control to get rid of those dogs
too. And get a clean quiet divorce. He might have to
give Elizabeth a little something, but not much. Maybe
a bus ticket to California. She wouldn't want the world
to know she'd been fucking her dogs any more than he
did, Ted was certain of that.
But Elizabeth had her own thoughts on the subject and a
few minutes on the telephone put her mind at ease. She
spent the rest of the night curled up happily between
her two dogs, dreaming of the way things were going to
be.
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Ted had a 4pm meeting with his lawyer, which hadn't
pleased him. Short notice or not, for 350 dollars an
hour the guy should have been able to see him before
lunch. The idea of his dog fucking wife spending
another night in his house was almost unbearable and
Ted popped 4 antacids into his mouth, chewing them
slowly.
His secretary buzzed him a minute later. Ted had a
package by courier, marked urgent and personal. Did he
want to see it? Ted shook his head wondering where
these people came from.
"Ruth," he said quietly into the phone. "If it says
urgent and personal I want to see it. If it says
routine and bullshit, it's for you. Got it? Good!" He
slammed his phone down and didn't bother looking up as
Ruth put the envelope quietly on the corner of his big
mahogany desk.
Ted waited until she was gone before he opened it,
wondering what this was all about. A dozen photographs,
big glossy color ones, 8x10 inches each, fell out into
Ted's lap. He looked at them dumbly before picking one
up. It was a picture of his wife. A picture of
Elizabeth on her hands and knees with one of her
Dobermans behind her, obviously fucking the woman. She
was on the bed, his bed, and he could even see their
framed wedding portrait on the nightstand behind her.
Another one showed her sucking a dog's penis. Another
showed her with dog cum all over her face, her hand
blurred as she must have been pumping the animal's
organ. Another with her smiling, looking at the camera
between spread legs, her cunt bulging with the dog's
cock and swollen knot in extreme close-up.
There were more, all of them showing her with one or
both of the dogs. All of them clearly posed and taken
by someone good with a camera. Ted felt his ulcer flare
and he wondered if he was going to have a heart attack.
Who'd sent these? Who was blackmailing him? And how...
how did he get the pictures? Ted looked inside the
envelope and found the note. He recognized the
handwriting immediately.
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Dearest Ted,
I thought you'd like to see my grounds for divorce.
Adequate proof of 'Sexual Incompatibility' wouldn't you
agree? I just thought you should know. Of course, if
you thought we had any chance at all to save our
marriage, I'd love to talk about it. Otherwise, what do
you think? New York Times? Or the Washington Post? I'm
leaning towards the Times, they have such a nice
Lifestyles section on the weekends.
Love, Liz
PS - A very nice man from Animal Control came by this
morning. We had coffee and a very pleasant
conversation. He was quite impressed with Ajax and
Achilles, I think. Too bad he couldn't find those rabid
dogs you called about. Bring some milk bones when you
come home, we're all out. -L."
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Elizabeth? His own wife was blackmailing him? Didn't
she have any idea what would happen to him if even a
rumor of this should get out? And didn't she care about
herself? What was wrong with her? Ted read and reread
her note, trying to decipher some hidden meaning, some
underlying sickness. That must be what it is, the man
thought, she's insane. He briefly wondered if it would
be enough to get her locked away in a padded room
someplace. Real quietly. Ted almost smiled at the
thought, but then he started wondering who had taken
the pictures and where the negatives were. He couldn't
relax yet, nor could he tell anyone anything now, not
even his greedy lawyer.
Ted got home early and found his ravishing wife
sunbathing on the deck. Her body was golden brown all
over, without even the hint of a tan line. Many men,
and even some women, would have given quite a lot to
see her like that, Ted knew. On her stomach with her
legs slightly spread, her well toned flesh glistening
with warm cocoa butter. He could see the swell of her
ripe firm breasts pressed down against her towel, and
the plump brown lips of her pussy were beaded with
perspiration. It almost made Ted's penis swell, but he
dismissed the thought entirely.
He dropped the envelop with the pictures Elizabeth had
sent on the end of her lounger, just in front of her
pretty face. "What the hell is this?" Ted stood above
Liz impatiently, staring down at her as she looked up,
shading her bright blue eyes from the sun.
"Oh, hi Ted. I didn't hear you come in." She smiled.
"Achilles! Ajax!" She called loudly and her two blonde
and black Doberman's trotted through the patio door,
moving silently towards their Mistress.
Ted looked at them nervously, but held his ground. He'd
been seriously hoping that those two dogs would have
been taken away already.
"Down boys." Liz sat up, petting her animals as they
lay down next to her lounge chair. She picked up the
envelope and pulled out the pictures, smiling as she
flipped through them slowly. "I like this one a lot.
Could we frame it, do you think?" It was a picture of
Ajax locked with her while she sucked a large red cock
that could only belong to Achilles. "Sam took these,
the dog trainer... you remember him, don't you, Ted? He
helped me train them to do so many things! He's a big
dog lover, you know!" Liz confided with a grin. "He
understands that special relationship between a dog and
his Mistress. He told me he gets quite a few special
requests."
"What do you want, Elizabeth? Money? Is that it? I'll
give you a divorce and what... a million? Just give me
the pictures, take your dogs, and disappear." Ted had
practiced his little speech and when his wife giggled
he felt his face redden.
"I don't want a divorce, Ted!" Elizabeth stood up
slowly, her breasts jiggling only slightly as she
laughed. She moved close to her husband, putting her
arms around his neck and hugging her perfect body to
his three thousand dollar suit. "I still love you,
Ted." She started to kiss him, lightly, and Ted pushed
her away hard.
Achilles and Ajax were on their feet immediately, one
staying in front of Ted, while the other darted out of
his peripheral vision, the way they'd been trained.
"You shouldn't do that, Ted." Elizabeth hadn't fallen,
but she looked at her husband with hurt eyes. "They
don't know when you're playing."
Ted turned his head to watch Ajax, but that meant he
couldn't see Achilles. He felt fear rising in his
chest. "Don't run, Ted." Liz warned. "It makes it a lot
harder to stop them." She called her dogs to heel, but
it was only with slow reluctance that the two animals
moved back to sit at Elizabeth's feet.
Ted sat down too, sweating profusely. It was just like
he'd given his wife a loaded gun, he realized. The dogs
didn't know him at all, every time he moved towards
Elizabeth, or even raised his voice, they looked like
they were ready to tear him apart. "What... what do you
want, Liz?"
"First of all, there are going to be some changes
around here, Ted. You're going to move into one of the
other bedrooms, I don't care which. If I want to sleep
with you, I'll let you know. I suppose someday we'll
have children or something... " Liz sounded a little
distant as she said that. "Anyway. I'm sticking to our
prenuptial agreement, to the letter. Just so you know.
I don't have or even want to have sex with another man.
Ajax and Achilles give me everything I need, believe
me!"
Ted stared at his wife as she reached down and stroked
her dogs lovingly.
"We'll stay married..." She smiled. "...happily. And no
one will ever see these pictures. I have the negatives,
they're in a very, very safe place. If anything should
happen to me though, or to one of my..." she arched her
eyebrows playfully "...lovers. Well then, I'm sure
you're friends on Wall Street would appreciate a little
peek at my... charms." She frowned slightly. "I'm not
sure about your clients though, Ted.
They might be a little too conservative, I think."
"You wouldn't..." Ted breathed.
"I would, dear." Liz nodded. "but only if I have to,
otherwise... We can be just as happy as you want to
be!" She softened and put her hand on Ted's thigh,
rubbing it gently. "Don't be so jealous, Ted, they're
only dogs. They aren't doing me to get at you, they're
just horny. Like I am!" She giggled. "You'll see, I
promise. In fact, I want you to sit right there and
watch how a real man, errr... dog, fucks his woman!"
"What?" Ted looked at his wife sharply. "I'm not going
to watch... No way... This might be some kind of sick
game to you, but..."
"Achilles! Stand!" Elizabeth said, not really that
loudly either, and a second later the dog was on his
feet, seemingly mere inches from Ted's frightened face,
growling with certain menace.
"Elizabeth...??" Ted whispered.
"He won't hurt you, darling." Liz was moving a few feet
away, spreading her towel on the deck and spreading her
long tanned legs invitingly. She called Ajax over and
the dog immediately began licking her sex eagerly while
Ted stared at them.
"Just remember, Ted... Don't move!" She sighed,
forgetting all about her husband for a moment while
Ajax tried his best to make her cum all over his long
rough tongue.
Ted stayed very still, all that afternoon and for many,
many more in the years that followed.
Elizabeth, Ajax, and Achilles lived happily ever after.
The end
rache696@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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