I had just turned 40 but I wasn't celebrating. My son and daughter had both moved out. My husband Donald was 45 and had lost all interest in sex. My boss had cut my 60 minutes and I only worked morn. afternoon were spent either doing housekeeping or just sitting in a lounge chair wondering how my life had grown so crap. My only bright stain was a sojourn down the road to Rhonda for a cupper. One day she said she had turned 40 as well. She was single and seemed happy. To keep she opened a bottle of wine-colored. Two glasses and I was pouring out my sprightliness to her. She listened and then shocked me."How many times a week do you masturbate ?"she asked. I just sat stunned."Well"she said"how many times ?"“ I don't do that"I said."Well there you have it dear"she continued"you are sexually frustrated. I use a vibrator to ease my frustration. Watch porn as well ”.

I was speechless. She had never talked like this in the 5 or so years I had known her. I guess the vino was effecting her too."Oh dear, I have shocked you haven't I"she said and sat beside me on the cast and put her arm around me"I didn't mean to. I am just worried about you ”. She changed the subject and things settled down. Finally I headed home and sat alone in my sofa room but her words kept spinning around in my head. Was I really sexually frustrated ? I hadn't had solo sex, as I called it, since before I was married. And a vibrator ? Wow, I had seen them but never considered using one. Maybe I should try it. Was it sexual frustration or the wine that had me thinking ?

That night I had my shower bath and put on a thin nighty. I hadn't worn it for days. Actually I was amazed it still fitted. I walked out into the lounge and sat on the couch. Don was watching TV and didn't even detect me."diddlyshit"I thought"what am I doing ?"I went back into the bedroom, put on my"granny"nighty and crawled into bed. In my grim thinking I wondered if I could really savour getting myself off. I started to rub myself. nada at first. But gradually I began to get that feeling from years ago. I started to breath heavily and moan softly and then it happened. My first orgasm for years. I couldn't hitch and came again before falling asleep. I don't even hear Don come to bed.

Having rediscovered the pleasure of masturbating I indulged in solo sex play all hebdomad. I was starting to feel better about my situation. I had to tell Rhonda how she had helped me. She just laughed. She handed me a slice of report with a website written on it."Look at this"she said"I just love fantasising about doing all variety of naughty things. We chatted about all the usual stuff, had tea NOT wine, and I headed dwelling house. I sat down to watch the TV but I remembered the website she had written down. Curious, I logged on. WOW. There was all sorts of weird stuff. Couples, of track, in all sorts of sexual spot, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, it was unbalanced. Of course I found myself getting on several metre as I put myself in the activeness. Don was due home so Rhonda had shown me how to delete the history. I did that and then went back to being the dutiful wife making dinner.

It was during this discovery of the new me that Don's older sister Audrey and her husband decided to downsize. They turned up with their High German Alan Shepard dog called Rex. The end thing I wanted was a dog. Of track Don ignored me and said we would be glad to look after they dog. We got all the things that went with it. Food, its bed and a detail tilt of what to do. One thing I would see later was when Audrey said"he is very affectionate ”."Oh keen"I thought. Of course Don was only well-chosen to take the dog but it was me that would end up looking after him. So it was daily walks and feeding him. I was very pissed but I did what was expected.

The dog lived outside on the back porch. He wasn't happy about it but touch. My afternoon were my own. My fascination with porno had me checking every day. I suppose you could say I was addicted. While getting off felt good at the time it was sort of empty-bellied afterwards. That started to change one stormy afternoon. A clap of thunder that sounded like it happened right over the house had Rex whining in concern. It made me parachuting. I let him into the firm to calm him down and went back to me laptop. I was wearing a annulus and I had removed my bloomers. Thinking back, it must have the scent that got Rex's attention. I renewed my efforts to cum when Rex stuck his nose in my crotch. I squealed and pushed him away but he tried again.

It had been so hanker since I had had my pussy licked. As soon as his tongue zoned in I moaned. It felt so nice. I stared down at the top of his head and then closed my center. I tried to ideate it was a guy liking me and realised that it was more exciting to realise it was a dog. I had no idea about bestiality and so it was totally out of my experience. All I knew was that it felt so proficient. I spread my legs wider, leaned back in the chair and gave myself totally to this new experience. I guess Rex finally got bored and block off."Don't break Rex"I said out loud. He just stood there, his head tilted to one position. Probably thinking"what is she yelling about ”.

I decided there must be websites about dogs and cleaning woman so I started looking. After typing in respective dustup up popped several. I clicked into one and for the following minute I was shocked to see that char being licked by a dog was only a low character of the whole experience. There were adult female actually having sex with dogs and several TV where the adult female who actually perform oral on the dog. And some of the dog's penises looked enormous. I couldn't helper rubbing myself. While I couldn't see myself doing it, the idea of sex with a dog was both disgusting and intriguing. I looked at Rex. Could I do it ? How would I do it ?

While I was for sure I wouldn't let him have sex with me I still remembered how his tongue felt. I went into the lounge and sat on the couch."Come on boy"I said"come and drub my pussy ”. I had my bird pulled up, my pegleg subject and he seemed to bed what I wanted. I didn't know, at that stage, how he knew. He padded up and again began to lap me. It was even better than before. I guess seeing those video had me horny. I was moaning with the delight of it. He stopped and suddenly climbed up on me, his hips thrusting in mid-air."No"I yelled and pushed his down but he tried again. I realised that he was trying to mount me. I was in jar. Even more so when I saw his pecker had appeared.

My mind began to replay those videos in my head. I had seen women engage a dog in the missionary attitude. Now I was in that position with a dog ready to take me. I panicked. It was getting late and Don would be home in about 30 instant. I pushed Rex down and jumped up. He gave this kind of growl which was probably frustration. I know I was frustrated too. I quickly deleted the figurer history but not before noting down that address of the animal site. I slipped my knickers back on and went to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I was shaking, thinking about what had almost happened. Thinking about how finale I had come to surrendering to my crude desires.

The next morning at work all I could think about was Rex. My foreman said I appeared distracted. If he only knew. Back home I decided to approach this as a acquire experience. I had to know more. I got into the bestiality land site again and found one television called"how to train your dog ”. I watched it fascinated as it explained the car-mechanic of sex with a dog and all about something called a air mile. It apparently tied a dog to a kick so he could impregnate her. As I watched how to discipline a dog it became crystallise to me that Rex seemed to make out what to do. The video kept saying it would take some prison term to train a dog. Then it hit me. Audrey had said Rex was very lovesome. So that is what she meant. My God, she was a beef. Rex knew what to do because he was already trained.

I looked over to see Rex with his nose pressed against the windowpane. I was trembling. I had gleefully watched those videos with cleaning woman being mounted by dogs. But this was really. This was me giving myself to an animal."Perhaps I will just let him cream me"I thought and I let him inside. Back on the couch I again offered myself and he accepted, lapping away while I moaned. Again he climbed up and this fourth dimension I didn't stop him."Yes boy, I want it"I groaned. I felt his shaft poking my belly and thigh. I reached down and guided him. His tool entered my pussy and he must cause realised he had found the target as he grew more urgent. Thrusting vigorously he began to fuck me.

Rex was humping me wildly and I was squealing with delight. It had been weeks since Don had touched me and I urged Rex on. He was growling and grunting. I realised that he was frustrated because he could tie with me. I pushed him off me and dropped on manus and knees. Immediately he knew what it meant and again mounted me. Obviously this was a post he knew well as he didn't need any help to find my pussy and again he fucked me. Each thrust his turncock seemed expectant. It was much farseeing and thick-skulled than my married man. Then I felt his knot. He was trying to push it into me. I squealed and yelled. It was maybe the size of a tennis musket ball and I screamed as he rammed into me. Then he stopped moving as I tried to catch my breathing spell. I could experience his huge peter twitching and I guessed what that meant. I was now officially his bitch.

It took perhaps 5 proceedings or so before he pulled out. His cum was oozing out of me and onto the floor. He licked my pussy and then the level. I was in electric shock. Not shock that I had given myself to a dog. cushion that I had enjoyed it so lots. I stood up on wobbly legs and made it to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and used the hose to sluice myself. I went back to the sofa to discover a small pool of dog cum on the carpeting. I got down to strip it up and Rex tried to wax me again. I was shocked as I felt his cock poking me again. How could he get hard so quickly ? I forgot about the cleaning and let him have his way with me again. The secondment fourth dimension was better than the first. I guess I knew what to expect the second clock time. This time I put Rex outside before trying to clean up the mess on the carpet.

Afterwards I sat on the frame trying to digest what had happened. Some facts were obvious. One, Don's babe was a kick. She had trained him. Two, I was now a squawk. Three, there was no going back. I had loved being taken and I wanted more. But I had to be careful. Don couldn't know, even suspect. My next pleasure relied on secrecy. I decided on a time-table. One time with Rex only when I felt like it. get across the carpet with a towel or something. No spot on the carpet. That sounded like a sensitive design. Of form I didn't always stick to it. I realised that Rex's power of retrieval was fast. I also realised that one time was often not enough. I also realised that I felt like it every day.

So here we are three calendar month later. I don't pain in the ass Don for sex anymore. Rex takes attention of my motive. It is not unusual to give myself to him twice ( three fourth dimension several metre ) in an good afternoon. Don has no estimate and, in fact, I don't think he cares that he isn't getting any sex. And, yes, the sight of a woman sucking a dog's cock was shocking to me but now I often enjoy it. I don't think Rex enjoys it but laying under him suck that lovely big cock while I masturbate is the highlight of my day. My sexual frustration is but a retention .