Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

"The three of them, Ma'am?"

She smiled, "Yes, not much slips by you, does it?" She turned to me, "The thing is well, we wanted handsome dogs and playful. These two are certainly that. They came from the same kennel and had been living together when they were... mmmmm... taken from the owners. It didn't seem that the adoption kennel had a lot of information on them except that they were healthy, loved, and well cared for. But... stand over there away from the gate and watch what happens."

I move around the comer of the fenced run but could still see through the links as she opened the gate and stepped back. I noticed she did nothing with her hands or body but to step back several steps. The dogs glanced at me warily, but with wagging tails rushed to her. My hand went to my mouth as I watched them circle her, snouts pressing into her front and butt. She stood there taking the aggressive probing of the noses before returning to the gate and ordering them back inside. I saw her hands shaking on the latch to close the gate.

We walked back to the patio. "That's why I had you stand away. Imagine them with a naked woman? At first, we thought they were just happy and excited. Well ... duh. But, not in the friendly, family dog kind of way." Her hand slipped between her thighs as she gazed out into the yard toward the kennel, then quickly pulled it back as she saw me watching. "Sorry. It becomes rather arousing when you accept what they are after."

"Ma'am, you really think..."

She patted my hand and smiled. "I was the same way. When it first was happening, Charles became quite embarrassed for me. I think men tend to see the sexual implication of things faster than we might. But, eventually, we went back to the adoption kennel for more information. He was nervous that there was something wrong and offered to take the dogs back and return our money. The thing was, though, that with Charles they were exactly what we wanted. The man promised more information so we could decide. He came back to us over a week later, apologizing for the delay. It turned out the dogs came from a police raid on a family. There was nothing in the police reports to indicate anything out of the ordinary. The neighbors all said the dogs didn't bark, were good with kids and well-behaved, but were kept in the yard or the house. Out of curiosity, the animal control people who took the dogs into custody after the arrests pursued it further. They were given permission to interview the woman. The man wouldn't talk to them. Both were in prisons, obviously different ones. The woman, since she was already in prison, decided to confess that she had been having sex with the dogs and the man rarely interacted with them. We were told she had a perverse smile on her face. Apparently, she let the dogs have her anytime they wanted. She preferred sex with then over her husband."

I stared at her for a moment as the information fully sunk in. "So that was a trained response for them. Maybe not a deliberate training response, but the woman had gotten them used to having her as...

She finished it for me, "Yes, as their bitch."

We both sat quietly for many more monents. Although I now had a very challenging professional job, there was always the element of sexuality orbiting my life, always within a comment, text, email, or phone call away from that orbiting sexuality to consume me. Her story, now combined with the image of the dogs with her, ignited in me a very real arousal. Was that perverted, disgusting? Dogs. This was dogs she was talking about. But, still... the feelings were there and... what other reason was there for her telling me that?

I looked at her after half turning to face her more directly, suddenly much more aware of my nudity. "Why... are you telling me all this?"

She didn't look at me, not at first. Her hesitancy spoke volumes about what was going through her mind. Finally, she let it out. "Tina, this is way beyond the arrangement you have with my husband, not to mention the expansion I asked for." She reached across and put her hand on my arm. "Feel free to be offended and reject me, it's probably asking too much, even of someone who has agreed to be a personal slut." She turned slightly to face me. "I can't get the idea of what that woman was doing out of my head. You might have noticed that the dogs probing at my crotch and ass didn't cause me to jump away. I am intrigued, but..."

I smiled at her, "But, you don't know if it should be something you should be considering or how to pursue if you really want to?" She nodded, her eyes remaining down looking at the ground between us. "Ma'am...", she looked up at me, "I don't know if it should be too much to ask me or not. I think that is my problem right now. Everything is so sensual and arousing to me. Just being around your husband and not knowing what that relationship might bring me; being in his office naked and not knowing when he might have me suck his cock or bend me over the table or desk to fuck me; and now you, naked in your home, helping the two of you to fuck and for you to be sitting with us as he fucks me. Ma'am, it is explosive just thinking about it." I smiled with reassurance, "To your point, finally, I don't know that there is anything that is too much to ask. Heck, not ask but direct me to do. That is the way I much to ask.