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Cuckold by the Dogs 
By Rachel Ross (rache696@yahoo.com)

***

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)

***

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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