Chapter 10

Once we were home again we both just settled back into our daily routine. While we had slowed down there was no doubt that our ten days of debauchery in Scotland had put a fresh sparkle back into our love life. I was amazed at how many times we were now having sex, compared to prior to our holiday. Not only that but it seemed that Jenny was now quite often being the first one to bring up the various ‘kinky’ scenarios in bed. She quite happily, ‘re-played’ the scene (from memory?) where the Scottish pub landlord had watched her masturbating on CCTV in his beer garden. (This was despite the fact it had never actually happened, but Jen still didn’t know that.) A firm favourite was her teasing that young Loch Ness boatman and letting him get a good look at her cunt, which she admitted she had made easy to see once she’d realised he was looking. This story had at least really happened, she had.

“I bet he was wanking that night thinking about me,” Jen would gasp, playing with herself as I teased her with a dildo. “Jesus, I wonder what our young boatman would have been doing if he knew that a Labrador dog had licked my cunt that he was looking at only a couple of hours earlier that day?”

“Or had a boxer dog’s red cock buried in it the night before?” I would whisper to her, but as she now firmly believed this lie was the truth then this would usually escalate her excitement, making her start to go completely over the edge. I would hastily straddle her and get my cock up in her so we could both come together, which we invariably did, both shaking with excitement, this really was wild sex, the sexy talk fuelling it every time.

Despite Jenny being happy to eagerly ‘remember’ any sexy details of our Scottish holiday in bed it was odd she still seemed strangely reluctant to repeat what she had previously admitted to me had happened with Caesar, my brother’s dog over at his pub. Perhaps that was because we often both went over to the George pub to see my brother Steve and Maggie at weekends and talking about Caesar was a bit too ‘close to home’ for her? Jenny would look blank and play down any prompts I made to her about anything to do with Caesar or talk about any events of that night when she had stayed at the George on her own and fooled about with their dog. I realised she had been quite drunk when she had admitted the events of that weekend to me, (as I have described in chapter seven) and probably didn’t even remember half of what she’d actually told me about it that night as she’d been very drunk. Whatever, Jenny didn’t really seem to want to include Caesar in our pillow talk or mention that weekend at the George at all. I was getting the distinct feeling that she was now feeling some ‘guilt’ that it was in fact her who had first set a ball rolling with this dog thing. It had been well before our Scottish holiday that she had stayed with Maggie that weekend at the George.

I simply presumed that as I hadn’t been with her at the George that time it would be hard for her to mentally shift any ‘blame’ onto me now. She obviously didn’t recollect admitting all of it to me in Scotland so she just denied it all now, or else said she couldn’t remember if I asked about Caesar.

But as I still had my drunken ten minute confession on my phone of Jenny telling me exactly what had gone on with my brother’s dog that weekend (see chapter 7) it meant I could have quite easily embarrassed her by playing it all back to her but I didn’t do that. Why spoil a good thing? I just left Caesar out of our sexy talking.

This changed about a month later when I made some joke about Caesar and Jenny again denied she’d even said it. Being a little drunk myself I challenged her that she was lying. “Oh no? Would you like to hear it played back then to refresh your memory?” When she looked puzzled I found my phone and looked up the hidden recording I’d made on our Scottish holiday, then played it back to her.