The"Baggage Car"
By Phyllisroger

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

When we boys and girls date, get serious, then get wed, we carry our baggage of events in our life-time to that stop of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to entrust and entrust our secrets during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and parole poured forth between us…those intimate times when our creative thinker and bodies were radiant, pulsing with pleasures and an atmosphere of mutual commendation prevailed…times when the most personal footling 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 devotee ? Usually in bits and composition. Such as"I have had many lovers."Would he be offended or taken aback ? Hmm. So piddling intimate"baggage"revealments, a story at a time, testing the reactions.

I had some grievous enigma that might offend or be rejected…at the very least would be ‘ eye-openers ! ‘ I loved doggy, a laughingstock, and granddad's cock…not to refer men's loving cocks…watching Mom and Dad with Mom sucking Dad's cock ; me sucking animal cocks, Grandpa's and boyfriends'cocks…and more. It was also my ass notion that I came to love…not my ass, really, but a dick in my ass, fucking my ass until I came. I was a'duple scourge'or even a'triple scourge'if you consider my sass ! How does one severalize one's devotee that ‘ ass-fucking'is a exceptional joy or that the family pet, hopefully a largeish dog, is one of a girl's choices ? Hmm.

And so I fell in love, got marital, got playful, [ I was ‘ playful'before I got married…see grandad, goat, doggie, neighbor boy ( s ) and his buddy not to mentions play with girlfriends, etc. and the occasional toy ] came to entrust and uncover little secrets. It was Phyllis mumbling between drive and grunts :"I've got to tell apart you something."He looked at me questioning. I was fucking him at the time…I was on top and milking his shaft, trying for one Sir Thomas More cum before sleep…stroking his cock with my body, my cunt milking him, and his eyes were glazed…I got up my courage with all the drill and took a opportunity :"One time I let a dog piece of ass me."His oculus got big. I smiled."Really, Phyllis ?"I just smiled and milked and he closed his eyes and enjoyed…and then he came hard with deeply thrusts responding to mine. I think the approximation of a dog fucking me had made him cum hard as he lifted to my words, grabbed my rear end face 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 piddling Revelation of Saint John the Divine made him cum excess good…what would encounter with my adjacent little cloak-and-dagger ? I was going to get out. I wanted him to lustily grab and urgently fuck his very sexual married woman and make married woman 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 second persuasion ? I had lashings of baggage.

The first light Christ Within bathed our bed and bodies and husband's first base language were :"Really ?"I said, playing with him :"Really What ?"“ You know,"came the reply."Doggie ?"I asked and he gave me a hug where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his script as his digit stroked along my slippery cunt rim now aroused for a little aurora saltation."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 think about it. enjoin me how it happened."And I did and my story was this :

I was on the immature incline when living with Mom and Dad…my bedchamber was next to theirs and sometimes, waking up at night I heard noises in the succeeding elbow room where Mom and Dad slept. We had a long balcony which went all along the front of our home. 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 Lapp kind of racket except louder…I decided to hire a peak…I know it was gamey 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 hair and ears…she would await up from time to time…he had a huge smile and lifted his bottom pushing his penis into her mouth and then those associate interference of"YES…YESS !"He pushed his penis deep and she had creamy stuff and nonsense running out of her backtalk 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 unusual feelings in my groin…crept back into my room and explored my body…my cunt back talk were wet and tingly and I spread my legs, lifted my knees and got thrilling feelings…just from watching.

After that, I would rest waken on purpose, listen for the noises and sneak out to look and play with myself while I was watching…"halt it, Phyllis,"Hubby said…"You're making me cum just listening to you."hubby leaned over, pulled me down, mounted and fucked the infernal region out of me…I came so much that morning I couldn't time lag to tell him Thomas More of my arcanum. Confession, I decided early in my marriage, was good for my soulfulness and mean a very serious fucking was role of the stack. I couldn't delay to enjoin him more. He was kissing me wildly on my mouth and my ears and panting as he fucked me again and again…."The superpower of the Confession !"I wasn't afraid to secernate him other exciting affair ! At this breaker point in our Brigham Young marriage when I started thinking about former confessions my cunt got so hot that if married man wasn't around I'd dip into my toy box and climax and climax 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 elbow room !"I did. I was stunned. He had brought home a beautiful, great dog…tongue hanging out, the red tip of his prick pulsing and dripping…It was my turn to make big eyes…and my huge smile and wet cunt seemed to be a coincident coordinated reaction. I was instantly hot and Hubby looked at me as I began to radiate and was in heat…the dog, a turgid and very well pay heed Lab seemed to sense affair or my aroma in his raw nose or whatever it was…he kind of pranced to me, nose to my crotch…"He's not an amateur,"I said with a smiling. 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 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 odour which must have been strong as I felt light in the knee just at his first base nosing…God it was great…a big brand new animal and Hubby watching, questioning and then knowing…this was real…I could see the excrescence in his pants…it was too much for me…the solid scene…my confession come to life…I collapsed on the couch…my legs scatter and that Delicious lingua at me…this Lab knew what to do…my consistency knew what to do on its own…my leg apart, my cunt cook for attention…I slipped off my panties…I didn't know why I was wearing them this good afternoon as I often didn't…but now I was loose 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 peer !

I looked at Hubby…he had this big smile…I was smiling too…and lifting to every diagonal of this doggie's wonderful tongue…dog trousering, me panting, watching husband slip out of his pants…pulling down his underwear, releasing his cock…stroking his cock and balls as my body was being stroked, from my ass up to my cunt…and"OH !"above my cunt to where my electric car button transfused me from cleaning woman to lustful animal, patting this creature's head as he anointed my pubes with his nose and animal mania. I almost came on the first long lick but I wanted to hold back, build my feelings to climax and did.

The whole 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 animate being satisfying you is incredible,"he said."Come 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, unfaltering, red, wet…the lilliputian 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 waist, his cock searching for my ‘ billet,'my lip on Hubby's cock…his testis tight…I almost bit him as the dog found me and was pressing and thrusting and I released my mouth's hold…Hubby now petting me…my head back on the couch and dog stroking me…deep now…"What a stopcock,"I said…"Oh…do me dog,"I exclaimed as I lifted my body…his fur on my chest and his cock hair at my entrance…the rest of him impaling me…his balls pounding my pussy lips…dog, hubby, I reached to unfold myself for the deepest insertion…we three were beast in oestrus and lust and thrust…I was breathless and trousering and grunting…"Oh God,"I heard my rim say between breaths…then my unscathed body was shaking and cuming and the dog withdrew and licked me up some more…I shivered with the thrashing but was coming down now and began sucking on husband'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 bit to ‘ lap up clean'which I did. Then we were at rest…doggie at his sports stadium, husband petting me down, kisses, digit where I was still oozing the passionate wetness…"What a day… I love you."“ Me, too."We laid there until the room was drab and the dog asleep…all in a State Department of bliss .