The"baggage Car"
By Phyllisroger

( being a collaboration based on experiences told between Succulent Phyllis and Randy Roger )

When we boys and fille appointment, get severe, then get married, we carry our baggage of effect in our lives to that point of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to bank and confide our mystery during intimate moments…when sex was hot and commodity and words poured Forth between us…those confidant time when our minds and bodies were refulgent, pulsing with pleasures and an atmosphere of mutual approving prevailed…times when the most personal piffling secrets and confessions seem to pour forth…testing the mutual trust.

But how to do it. When to do it…when are secrets revealed and exchanged between two lovers ? Usually in number and slice. Such as"I have had many lovers."Would he be offended or taken aback ? Hmm. So piddling intimate"baggage"revealments, a news report at a fourth dimension, testing the reactions.

I had some sober secrets that might pique or be rejected…at the very least would be ‘ eye-openers ! ‘ I loved doggies, a Goat, and granddaddy's cock…not to mention men's loving cocks…watching Mom and Dad with Mom sucking Dad's cock ; me sucking animal shaft, grandfather's and boyfriends'cocks…and more. It was also my ass feelings that I came to love…not my ass, really, but a cock in my ass, fucking my ass until I came. I was a'dual scourge'or even a'triplet threat'if you consider my mouth ! How does one tell one's lover that ‘ ass-fucking'is a limited pleasure or that the kinfolk pet, hopefully a largeish dog, is one of a young lady's pick ? Hmm.

And so I fell in love, got married, got playful, [ I was ‘ playful'before I got married…see granddaddy, goat, pooch, neighbor boy ( s ) and his pals not to mentions act as with girlfriends, etc. and the casual toy ] came to trust and reveal footling secrets. It was Phyllis mumbling between thrusts and grunts :"I've got to assure you something."He looked at me questioning. I was fucking him at the time…I was on top and milking his cock, trying for one Thomas More cum before sleep…stroking his tool with my body, my twat milking him, and his optic were glazed…I got up my courage with all the exercise and took a prospect :"One prison term I let a dog fuck me."His eyes got big. I smiled."Really, Phyllis ?"I just smiled and milked and he closed his oculus and enjoyed…and then he came hard with deep thrusts responding to mine. I think the estimate of a dog fucking me had made him cum hard as he lifted to my Scripture, grabbed my bed cheeks and pulled me down on him with an urgency. Then we slept and held, his wet cock on my wet cunt…his finger stroking my pussy hairs…it was my first venture into revealing my baggage…my first picayune Apocalypse made him cum extra good…what would materialise with my next fiddling secret ? I was going to get hold out. I wanted him to lustily grab and urgently fuck his very sexual wife and shit wife wild as she revealed little secret that aroused him to new heights…but as we slept and I dozed in and out of sleep, I wondered of the aftermath of my revelation…would there be second sentiment ? I had fortune of baggage.

The morning light bathed our bed and bodies and Hubby's first words were :"Really ?"I said, playing with him :"Really What ?"“ You know,"came the reply."bow-wow ?"I asked and he gave me a squeeze where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his hand as his fingers stroked along my slippery pussy lips now aroused for a little morning start."Did you ?"he asked again and I squeezed on his finger's breadth, kissing his neck opening."Are you mad ?"“ It's hot,"he said,"it turns me on to recall about it. narrate me how it happened."And I did and my story was this :

I was on the Lester Willis Young side when support with Mom and Dad…my bedroom was next to theirs and sometimes, waking up at nighttime I heard noises in the next room where Mom and Dad slept. We had a long balcony which went all along the presence of our menage. I didn't know what to suppose of the strange noises…grunting,"Yes…YES ! !"coming from their chamber and went back to sleep. A few nights later, the Lapp kind of noises except louder…I decided to lease a peak…I know it was risque but I crept silently out onto the balcony and peaked in their bedroom…Dad had a stiff farsighted cock and my Mom was working on it with her hands…playing with him…laughing and then putting her boldness down, kissing his penis, letting it gaffe in and out of her mouth…Dad was holding her head down and playing with her hair and ears…she would search up from clip to time…he had a huge smile and lifted his bottom of the inning pushing his penis into her sass and then those familiar randomness of"YES…YESS !"He pushed his penis oceanic abyss and she had creamy poppycock running out of her mouth on to his penis…she played with him again and he got limp…I didn't know why but it all excited me seeing them excited…I got strange feelings in my groin…crept back into my room and explore my body…my slit mouth were wet and tingly and I spread my legs, lifted my knees and got thrilling feelings…just from watching.

After that, I would stay awake on purpose, listen for the noises and creep out to calculate and wager with myself while I was watching…"arrest it, Phyllis,"husband said…"You're making me cum just listening to you."married man leaned over, pulled me down, bestride and fucked the snake pit out of me…I came so a good deal that morning time I couldn't hold to secernate him more of my arcanum. Confession, I decided early in my matrimony, was good for my soulfulness and meant a very grievous roll in the hay was part of the deal. I couldn't hold to tell him more. He was kissing me wildly on my mouth and my pinna and panting as he fucked me again and again…."The king of the Confession !"I wasn't afraid to tell him other exciting matter ! At this point in our youthful marriage when I started thinking about other confessions my kitty-cat got so hot that if hubby wasn't around I'd dip into my toy box and climax and coming and make my own"Yes"sounds.

Then, one day, he came home from work…and announced…"Phyllis…I've got a surprise for you…come into the support room !"I did. I was stunned. He had brought home plate a beautiful, large dog…tongue hanging out, the red tip of his tool pulsing and dripping…It was my bit to have big eyes…and my vast smiling and wet cunt seemed to be a simultaneous coordinated reaction. I was instantly hot and Hubby looked at me as I began to radiate and was in heat…the dog, a large and very well string up Lab seemed to sense things or my aroma in his sensitive nose or whatever it was…he form of pranced to me, nose to my crotch…"He's not an amateur,"I said with a smile. hubby looked at me, wondering if my confession had been a phantasy and now realizing it was true…his wife was and was still a"Zoo."And I loved it.

For whatever reasonableness, the kickoff sniff and nosing of a dog always made me jump…the Lab was under my attire, lifting the fabric, centering on my scent which must have been strong as I felt weak in the knees just at his first nosing…God it was great…a big brand new fauna and Hubby observation, questioning and then knowing…this was real…I could see the hump in his pants…it was too a lot for me…the unscathed scene…my confession come to life…I collapsed on the couch…my legs spread head and that delicious tongue at me…this Lab knew what to do…my dead body do it what to do on its own…my leg apart, my cunt ready for attention…I slipped off my panties…I didn't know why I was wearing them this afternoon as I often didn't…but now I was unresolved and fragrant and my in effect new boy was lapping at me, from my ass straight up to my clitoris and then all over again. He liked my flavor. I loved his long tongue. We were a match !

I looked at Hubby…he had this big smile…I was smiling too…and lifting to every stroke of this doggie's wonderful tongue…dog panting, me panting, watching Hubby eluding out of his pants…pulling down his underwear, releasing his cock…stroking his cock and Lucille Ball as my dead body was being stroked, from my ass up to my cunt…and"OH !"above my cunt to where my galvanising release transfused me from charwoman to lustful animal, patting this brute's head as he anointed my loins with his nose and animate being passion. I almost came on the outset long punch but I wanted to reserve back, establish my feelings to climax and did.

The unhurt scene…doggie at me…hubby at himself…I motioned him over and began to do my own anointing of his loins…"Thank you,"I mumbled…
"It's true, isn't it Phyllis ?"I nodded."Seeing this animal satisfying you is unbelievable,"he said."seed here you animal,"I said to him."I want to suck you dry…"But then more licking and the dog was mounting me now…his dick fully exposed, stiff, red, wet…the lilliputian tip motioning to my hole…I decided it would be a steady fucking…anal would be another time and I could hardly wait but did…he was around my shank, his putz searching for my ‘ spot,'my mouth on Hubby's cock…his balls tight…I almost bit him as the dog found me and was pressing and thrusting and I released my oral cavity's hold…Hubby now petting me…my head back on the couch and dog stroking me…deep now…"What a cock,"I said…"Oh…do me dog,"I exclaimed as I lifted my body…his fur on my thorax and his peter hair at my entrance…the rest of him impaling me…his balls pounding my kitty-cat lips…dog, husband, I reached to open myself for the inscrutable insertion…we three were animal in heat and luxuria and thrust…I was dyspneal and panting and grunting…"Oh God,"I heard my lips say between breaths…then my whole body was shaking and cuming and the dog withdrew and licked me up some more…I shivered with the licking but was coming down now and began sucking on married man's cock…"You're beautiful,"I said."Thank you again…"“ Phyllis,"he said,"I've never been so hot."He came in my mouth and it was my turn to ‘ lick clean'which I did. Then we were at rest…doggie at his arena, Hubby petting me down, kiss, fingers where I was still oozing the passionate wetness…"What a day… I love you."“ Me, too."We laid there until the room was sullen and the dog asleep…all in a state of matter of bliss .