The"Baggage Car"
By Phyllisroger

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

When we boys and girls date, get unplayful, then get married, we carry our baggage of events in our lives to that spot of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to desire and trust our secret during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and words poured Forth River between us…those intimate times when our nous and eubstance were beaming, pulsing with delight and an atmosphere of mutual commendation prevailed…times when the most personal minuscule secrets and confessions seem to pour forth…testing the common trust.

But how to do it. When to do it…when are closed book revealed and exchanged between two lover ? Usually in chip and piece of music. Such as"I have had many lovers."Would he be offended or taken aback ? Hmm. So lilliputian inner"baggage"revealments, a tale at a fourth dimension, testing the reactions.

I had some serious mystery that might wound or be rejected…at the very least would be ‘ eye-openers ! ‘ I loved doggies, a Capricorn the Goat, and grandad's cock…not to mention men's loving cocks…watching Mom and Dad with Mom sucking Dad's prick ; me sucking animate being cocks, Grandpa'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 menace'or even a'triple menace'if you consider my mouth ! How does one tell one's lover that ‘ ass-fucking'is a limited joy or that the class pet, hopefully a largeish dog, is one of a daughter's choices ? Hmm.

And so I fell in sexual love, got married, got playful, [ I was ‘ playful'before I got married…see granddad, goat, barker, neighbor boy ( s ) and his pals not to citation bring with girlfriend, etc. and the occasional toy ] came to trust and reveal little secrets. It was Phyllis mumbling between poke and grunts :"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 Sir Thomas More cum before sleep…stroking his pecker with my body, my cunt milking him, and his centre were glazed…I got up my braveness with all the recitation and took a chance :"One metre I let a dog fuck me."His eyes got big. I smiled."Really, Phyllis ?"I just smiled and milked and he closed his optic and enjoyed…and then he came hard with deep thrust responding to mine. I think the idea of a dog fucking me had made him cum hard as he lifted to my words, grabbed my bottom of the inning buttock and pulled me down on him with an urgency. Then we slept and held, his wet cock on my wet cunt…his fingers stroking my cunt hairs…it was my first venture into revealing my baggage…my first little Book of Revelation made him cum spear carrier good…what would happen with my adjacent short secret ? I was going to observe out. I wanted him to lustily grab and urgently fuck his very intimate wife and make wife wild as she revealed little secrets 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 indorsement mentation ? I had flock of baggage.

The morning sparkle bathed our bed and bodies and married man's first tidings were :"Really ?"I said, playing with him :"Really What ?"“ You know,"came the reply."bow-wow ?"I asked and he gave me a power play where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his hand as his fingers stroked along my slippery cunt back talk now aroused for a little break of the day startle."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 guess about it. secern me how it happened."And I did and my story was this :

I was on the young side when bread and butter with Mom and Dad…my bedroom was succeeding to theirs and sometimes, waking up at night I heard noises in the following way where Mom and Dad slept. We had a long balcony which went all along the battlefront of our mansion. I didn't know what to think of the strange noises…grunting,"Yes…YES ! !"coming from their bedroom and went back to log Z's. A few Night later, the Lapplander kind of noises except louder…I decided to take a peak…I know it was racy 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 face down, kissing his penis, letting it slip in and out of her mouth…Dad was holding her head down and playing with her whisker and ears…she would expect up from time to time…he had a huge smile and lifted his bottom pushing his penis into her lip and then those intimate noises of"YES…YESS !"He pushed his penis deep and she had creamy stuff 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 explored my body…my twat back talk were wet and tingly and I spread my leg, lifted my knees and got thrilling feelings…just from watching.

After that, I would stay awake on purpose, listen for the racket and purloin out to look and wreak with myself while I was watching…"occlusion it, Phyllis,"Hubby said…"You're making me cum just listening to you."married man leaned over, pulled me down, mounted and fucked the Scheol out of me…I came so much that morning I couldn't wait to separate him more of my arcanum. Confession, I decided early in my marriage, was good for my person and intend a very serious fucking was percentage of the muckle. I couldn't wait to differentiate him more. He was kissing me wildly on my mouth and my ears 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 pointedness in our young marriage when I started thinking about other confessions my pussy got so hot that if husband wasn't around I'd dip into my toy box and orgasm 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 living room !"I did. I was stunned. He had brought plate a beautiful, heavy dog…tongue hanging out, the red tip of his turncock pulse and dripping…It was my turn to get big eyes…and my huge smile and wet slit seemed to be a simultaneous coordinated reply. I was instantly hot and married man looked at me as I began to radiate and was in heat…the dog, a enceinte and very well hung Lab seemed to feel things or my aroma in his medium nose or whatever it was…he kind of pranced to me, nose to my crotch…"He's not an amateur,"I said with a grin. Hubby looked at me, wondering if my confession had been a fantasy and now realizing it was true…his married woman was and was still a"Zoo."And I loved it.

For whatever reason, the first sniff and nosing of a dog always made me jump…the Lab was under my clothes, lifting the fabric, centering on my odor which must have been strong as I felt weak in the genu just at his offset nosing…God it was great…a big brand new fauna and Hubby watching, questioning and then knowing…this was real…I could see the bulge in his pants…it was too a lot for me…the whole scene…my confession come to life…I collapsed on the couch…my legs spread and that delectable tongue at me…this Lab knew what to do…my body knew what to do on its own…my legs apart, my bitch 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 feel. I loved his long natural language. 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 married man slip out of his pants…pulling down his underwear, releasing his cock…stroking his cock and formal as my body was being stroked, from my ass up to my cunt…and"OH !"above my snatch to where my electric button transfused me from woman to lustful animal, patting this creature's head as he anointed my loins with his nose and brute passion. I almost came on the first long lap but I wanted to hold back, build my belief to climax and did.

The whole scene…doggie at me…hubby at himself…I motioned him over and began to do my own anointment of his loins…"Thank you,"I mumbled…
"It's genuine, isn't it Phyllis ?"I nodded."Seeing this brute satisfying you is incredible,"he said."Come here you animal,"I said to him."I want to give suck you dry…"But then more licking and the dog was mounting me now…his hawkshaw fully exposed, remains, red, wet…the little tip motioning to my hole…I decided it would be a even fucking…anal would be another prison term and I could hardly wait but did…he was around my waist, his cock searching for my ‘ spot,'my mouth on hubby's cock…his testicle tight…I almost bit him as the dog found me and was urgent and thrusting and I released my mouth's hold…Hubby now petting me…my forefront back on the couch and dog stroking me…deep now…"What a turncock,"I said…"Oh…do me dog,"I exclaimed as I lifted my body…his fur on my chest of drawers and his peter pilus at my entrance…the rest of him impaling me…his clod pounding my twat lips…dog, Hubby, I reached to open myself for the deepest insertion…we three were animate being in rut and lust and thrust…I was breathtaking and heaving and grunting…"Oh God,"I heard my brim say between breaths…then my unanimous 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 Hubby's cock…"You're beautiful,"I said."Thank you again…"“ Phyllis,"he said,"I've never been so hot."He came in my oral fissure and it was my turn to ‘ lick clean'which I did. Then we were at rest…doggie at his bowl, Hubby 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 elbow room was dark and the dog asleep…all in a state of walking on air .