The"luggage Car"
By Phyllisroger

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

When we boys and miss engagement, get grievous, then get married, we carry our baggage of events in our lives to that pointedness of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to confide and confide our secret during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and words poured forth between us…those intimate multiplication when our minds and bodies were effulgent, pulsing with joy and an standard pressure of reciprocal approval prevailed…times when the most personal little secret and confessions seem to pelt forth…testing the mutual trust.

But how to do it. When to do it…when are closed book revealed and exchanged between two buff ? Usually in bits and while. Such as"I have had many lovers."Would he be offended or taken aback ? Hmm. So little intimate"baggage"revealments, a report at a sentence, testing the reactions.

I had some serious secrets that might appall or be rejected…at the very least would be ‘ eye-openers ! ‘ I loved doggy, a goat, and grandad's cock…not to mention men's loving cocks…watching Mom and Dad with Mom sucking Dad's cock ; me sucking fleshly cocks, grandad's and boyfriends'cocks…and more. It was also my ass tone that I came to love…not my ass, really, but a cock in my ass, fucking my ass until I came. I was a'twofold threat'or even a'three-bagger threat'if you consider my oral fissure ! How does one tell one's fan that ‘ ass-fucking'is a special delight or that the crime syndicate pet, hopefully a largeish dog, is one of a girl's option ? Hmm.

And so I fell in love, got matrimonial, got playful, [ I was ‘ playful'before I got married…see grandpa, caprine animal, barker, neighbor boy ( s ) and his pals not to mentions play with girlfriend, etc. and the occasional toy ] came to rely and reveal fiddling closed book. It was Phyllis mumbling between drive and grunt :"I've got to tell 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 peter with my soundbox, my cunt milking him, and his eyes were glazed…I got up my courage with all the exercise and took a chance :"One fourth dimension I let a dog piece of ass me."His eyes got big. I smiled."Really, Phyllis ?"I just smiled and milked and he closed his eyes and enjoyed…and then he came hard with thick poking responding to mine. I think the theme of a dog fucking me had made him cum hard as he lifted to my words, grabbed my seat brass and pulled me down on him with an urging. Then we slept and held, his wet cock on my wet cunt…his fingers stroking my snatch hairs…it was my world-class speculation into revealing my baggage…my first lilliputian revealing made him cum extra good…what would come about with my next picayune secret ? I was going to determine out. I wanted him to lustily grab and urgently fuck his very sexual wife and make wife state of nature as she revealed little secrets that aroused him to new heights…but as we slept and I dozed in and out of sopor, I wondered of the aftermath of my revelation…would there be second thoughts ? I had lots of baggage.

The morning Inner Light bathed our bed and bodies and Hubby's 1st words were :"Really ?"I said, playing with him :"Really What ?"“ You know,"came the reply."Doggie ?"I asked and he gave me a squeeze where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his hand as his finger stroked along my slippery bitch lips now aroused for a little morning startle."Did you ?"he asked again and I squeezed on his fingers, kissing his neck."Are you mad ?"“ It's hot,"he said,"it turns me on to recollect about it. Tell me how it happened."And I did and my story was this :

I was on the Loretta Young side when living with Mom and Dad…my bedroom was future to theirs and sometimes, waking up at dark I heard noises in the following elbow room where Mom and Dad slept. We had a long balcony which went all along the strawman of our house. I didn't know what to think of the strange noises…grunting,"Yes…YES ! !"coming from their bedroom and went back to slumber. A few nights later, the same kind of dissonance except louder…I decided to shoot a peak…I know it was spicy but I crept silently out onto the balcony and peaked in their bedroom…Dad had a stiff long 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 slickness in and out of her mouth…Dad was holding her fountainhead down and playing with her hair and ears…she would wait up from time to time…he had a huge smile and lifted his bottom pushing his penis into her mouth and then those intimate noises of"YES…YESS !"He pushed his member oceanic abyss and she had creamy stuff running out of her oral fissure 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 foreign touch in my groin…crept back into my room and explored my body…my snatch lips were wet and tingly and I spread my legs, lifted my knees and got thrilling feelings…just from watching.

After that, I would stay arouse on intent, listen for the noises and sneak out to bet and dally with myself while I was watching…"Stop it, Phyllis,"Hubby said…"You're making me cum just listening to you."Hubby leaned over, pulled me down, climb on and fucked the the pits out of me…I came so a lot that morning I couldn't hold to recount him Thomas More of my secret. Confession, I decided early in my union, was good for my soul and meant a very life-threatening fucking was theatrical role of the deal. I couldn't wait to tell him more. He was kissing me wildly on my mouth and my spike and panting as he fucked me again and again…."The Power of the Confession !"I wasn't afraid to tell him early exciting things ! At this point in our youth spousal relationship when I started thinking about early confessions my puss got so hot that if Hubby wasn't around I'd dip into my toy box and climax and orgasm 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 a beautiful, prominent dog…tongue hanging out, the red tip of his tool pulsation and dripping…It was my turn to have big eyes…and my huge smile and wet cunt seemed to be a simultaneous coordinated response. I was instantly hot and married man looked at me as I began to diversify and was in heat…the dog, a great and very well pay heed Lab seemed to sense matter or my odour in his spiritualist nose or whatever it was…he variety 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 fantasy and now realizing it was true…his wife was and was still a"Zoo."And I loved it.

For whatever ground, the first sniff and nosing of a dog always made me jump…the Lab was under my dress, lifting the cloth, centering on my scent which must bear been strong as I felt weak in the knees just at his first nosing…God it was great…a big brand new animal and Hubby watching, questioning and then knowing…this was real…I could see the protuberance in his pants…it was too a lot for me…the all scene…my confession come to life…I collapsed on the couch…my legs spreading and that delicious tongue at me…this Lab knew what to do…my eubstance knew what to do on its own…my legs 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 open and fragrant and my good new boy was lapping at me, from my ass straight up to my clit and then all over again. He liked my flavor. I loved his long tongue. We were a mates !

I looked at Hubby…he had this big smile…I was smiling too…and lifting to every slash of this bow-wow's wonderful tongue…dog trousering, me panting, watching Hubby slip out of his pants…pulling down his underclothing, releasing his cock…stroking his putz and balls as my body was being stroked, from my ass up to my cunt…and"OH !"above my bitch to where my electric button transfused me from charwoman to lustful animate being, patting this sensual's head as he anointed my pubic region with his nose and fleshly mania. I almost came on the first long lick but I wanted to take hold back, construct my feelings to climax and did.

The wholly 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 lawful, isn't it Phyllis ?"I nodded."Seeing this fleshly satisfying you is unbelievable,"he said."Come here you animal,"I said to him."I want to suck you dry…"But then more lap up and the dog was mounting me now…his dick fully exposed, stiff, red, wet…the little tip motioning to my hole…I decided it would be a regular fucking…anal would be another time and I could hardly wait but did…he was around my shank, his cock searching for my ‘ spot,'my lip on married man's cock…his clod tight…I almost bit him as the dog found me and was urgent and thrusting and I released my rima oris'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 chest and his cock haircloth at my entrance…the rest of him impaling me…his clump pounding my pussy lips…dog, husband, I reached to spread myself for the mysterious insertion…we three were animals in heat and lustfulness and thrust…I was inanimate and panting and grunting…"Oh God,"I heard my mouth say between breaths…then my entirely trunk 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 hubby'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 turning to ‘ lap clean'which I did. Then we were at rest…doggie at his bowling ball, married man petting me down, kisses, finger where I was still oozing the passionate wetness…"What a day… I love you."“ Me, too."We laid there until the room was sorry and the dog asleep…all in a nation of bliss .