Chapter 3

Jen walked on with me in stunned silence the short walk across the road to the pub we had been in on the previous night. The only thing she ventured to say on the way, if somewhat hesitantly was,

“Can I please just see that dog photo again? It’s not real, is it? Surely that’s not me. Is it? Honestly?

I assured her I would answer all her questions and show her similar photos after we had both had a drink to relax and recovered in the quiet pub beer garden where we’d sat yesterday. Jenny just looked blank. She said guiltily that while she remembered us being at that pub bar drinking whiskies she still couldn’t for the life of her remember us sitting outside in any garden there at all. This was not surprising as I was actually lying about that bit. In truth we had NOT been out in the beer garden, except I’d gone out to have a quick look. (It had been quite dark, a bit cold.) Despite my telling Jen we had been sat outside it was just a wind up, mainly to see how much she remembered from her previous nights drinking. Not much at all it seemed to me, which is why I decided to embellish it all.

As we got in that fairly quiet pub I ordered two lagers from the barmaid. The manager then saw us and came across. At first I thought he was going to ban us, but it was quite the opposite. I tried to stutter some lame excuse for us both being pissed and Jen’s behaviour the previous night, but to my surprise he was genial in the extreme. He turned and whispered something to the barmaid and she immediately returned the change for our drinks back into the till, then gave me back my own ten pound note instead. She then also turned to the optics, dispensed two whiskey ‘chasers,’ smiled and placed them next to the lager beers she had put in front of us.

“All on the housel” the Manager said warmly, his arm around both our shoulders. “Apologies are not wanted or needed. Och, you and your wee Lassie here both almost worked your whole way along the whisky top shelf last night. You spent like sailors and still managed to walk out without being carried. I’m making you both honorary Scotsmen for your whisky drinking” he chuckled. “I wish I had a few more visitors like you two coming in here for a wee dram or two, I could retire early.”

I laughed and thanked him. In fun I responded by saying Jen didn’t really want to be a Scots-MAN.

“Och no, I did nae mean that” he laughed “No I’ll gie ye that, ye wee fireball wife is most definitely a Scots lassie all right, I seen that fae m’self last night.” Personally I realised the landlord was only talking about Jen being fiery with him about his promised free whisky drinks. He definitely meant nothing even remotely sexual but as Jenny shot me a quick puzzled look I decided to wind her up further about it. As we walked through into the empty beer garden and we sat down she hissed,

“What was the fuck was that ‘Lassie’ crack about? What did I do? And what’s with the free drinks? All I can remember is giving him shit and saying he’d switched a whisky bottle around or something.”

“You did” I answered grinning,” But don’t you remember us out here in the beer garden in the dark too and you getting frisky?” This was all just a blatant lie but Jenny took it all in, hook line and sinker.

“Jesus, no I can’t. I don’t remember any of that. Come on Mick spill, just what the fuck did I do?”

“I suspect he probably has CTV or something, or else spied though the window and saw you ‘flashing your gash’ at me. That would explain that, ‘Knowing you are a lassie’ remark and the free drinks.”

“Oh no, just define getting frisky,” she moaned, her head in hands. “Slowly, while I take it all in.”

“Well funnily enough that’s exactly the words you said sat here in the dark last night after you went into your ‘Naughty Girl’ mode. ‘Slowly, while I take it all in.’ It was just after you’d pulled your shorts and knickers over, played with yourself and I’d handed you across one of those small shot glasses.”

“Jesus, stop. Please don’t tell me he saw me doing that with one of these pub glasses,” Jen groaned. “My God Mick, no. I still have to walk past the man again in a minute, I’ll fucking die, I know I will.”

“I don’t know if he saw your glass trick or not but I’m pretty sure he got a good close up of your cunt when he came out to collect glasses,” I lied, “You were sat with your legs apart holding your shorts to one side, and look,” I said, pointing up to the small security camera over the entrance giving a full view of the garden, “We never saw that up there when we were pissed out here last night did we?”

“Mick, please tell me that he didn’t see us?” she pleaded, “Jesus, I can’t even remember us coming out here last night, I must have been wrecked.” She looked around, knowing full well the scene was just the sort of outrageous thing that she might probably do, teasing me with a glass if ‘wrecked’ and frisky enough. “I can just about remember us being here drinking double malt whiskies as a bet but don’t remember any of it after that, not being sat out here or even us getting back to the caravan. It’s all a blur, the whole night. Oh yes, please explain that shit with that fucking dog photo as well,” she demanded, leaning closer, “Is that really me and that Boxer dog Jack licking me? It can’t be me, it can’t be. Show me it again, is it photo shop, or something you’ve altered with an app or similar?”

“Obviously it’s not Jen” I said sympathetically, “You can recognise it’s in our van and that’s the dog we’ve just passed. You can also see it’s clearly your own pussy in that close up, your hand too, look at your rings. That’s not the only one I took either, he’s licking your cunt inside out on some of the others. I took loads of, some are of him obviously making you come and you loving it, I’ll show you.”

I showed her the photo’s I’d taken, about a dozen in all, some showed her face, it clearly looked as if she was panting and enjoying the dog licking her even though her eyes were closed. I think she was half conscious and only vaguely aware that her cunt was being licked, but to be honest she probably thought it was me doing it, not a dog. I don’t know how much she was aware of what was happening to her but it did look obvious from her smiles that she was enjoying it, pissed out of her head or not.

‘How did all that happen then?’ she retorted angrily, “You bastard, how the hell did you set up that kinky scene up with that dog’s owner? Did that old bloke bring him over to the van or something?”

“Yes”, I warmed to this fantasy subject, “Can’t you even remember any of it? You’ve been fantasising for ages about being watched playing and being fucked by strangers. You even wondered what it felt like for a woman having a dog cock into her once, I know, as it turned me on hearing you saying it.”

“Whatever I said in fantasy about being watched that doesn’t mean I’d want to do it in real life as well does it?” she retorted.” For sure I don’t remember ever saying anything about bloody dogs.”

“You did Jen. It was after we watched that dog sex DVD I’d borrowed off my mate at work. You did seem quite curious about it all. Anyway now you also know just what dog sex feels like too. It’s not my fault you can’t remember any of it, you loved it all last night, I just thought you wanted to do it. You started it all off, you were talking about it last night too, being slutty and being watched playing with your pussy so when I caught that old bloke outside watching us through the curtains I just invited him in for a good look at you, and he brought his dog in too.” (This was all lies of course.)

“You bastard” she hissed, “So you just let some pervert come in and watch his fucking dog lick me?”

“Much worse than this” I teased her, showing her another photo with her legs gaping wide apart and the dog’s nose almost up inside her. “This one was taken after all the three of us had fucked you, he was cleaning you up, you’re poor abused cunt was still flooded out with all our come this morning.”

“Get lost Mick, this bollocks has gone far enough, what really happened?” Jen was sounded anxious now so I took it even further in fantasy, realising Jen was started to take at least some of this serious.

“First me, then he got into you. You liked it so much we lifted the dog up onto you back and helped him fuck you too, we all three of us all came up your cunt. That’s what I’ve just told you. Can’t you remember that you told me you were really sloppy and wet this morning? Ok, that’s probably why, between us we all we filled your cunt up, especially the randy dog. Afterwards I took all these photos of the dog cleaning you up” (I flicked through the photos licking her again)

“I vaguely remember being fucked and it feeling weird,” Jen mumbled, looking mortified now. “But I still can’t believe you for a minute that this happened. I don’t know how that dog comes into it but you are now definitely winding me up!” She looked thoughtful then added, “Hang on, yes, for a start that bloke with the dog we just met coming here didn’t even recognise me or look over at either of us. Not until his Boxer dog did and made a fuss of me that is. Now I DO know you’re winding me up Mick, he would have had to say something for sure or at least be a bit embarrassed talking to us, he didn’t look as if he recognised either of us at all, you’re fucking lying to me, I know for sure you are.”

Jen thought again and added, “Yes, and another thing, apart from that he was pretty old. For certain he had never, ever fucked me, I know that for sure too, he would surely have had to give something away or looked at me sexily. That bloke quite obviously didn’t even know me or you from Adam.”

“OK,” I admitted, now smiling in defeat. “So, ok, yes, I do admit that old bloke wasn’t there last night, I made that bit up but what about your new K9 lover Jack? That dog has definitely recognised you twice. He nearly tried to rip your shorts off again for more of your cunt on your way across to the shower this morning. Are you saying that he didn’t know you either today? He certainly knew the smell of your sloppy fanny, he ought to. It was Jack who made it sloppy! The photos prove it!”

“I really don’t want to talk about it now,” Jen said, shaking her head as if to block out the thought. “I just want to get out of here now.” First I thought she was really upset now and mad at me but the whiskey doubles we then finished off seemed to calm her down a little, or else perhaps warmed her libido up a bit. As she finished her whisky she glanced up the security camera then giggled, spoiling her indignant act a little by winking at me and adding, “Get me out of here too, before that fucking perv Landlord in there wants to get a second look at this whiskey glass shoved up into my pussy.”

“Your friend Jack might well want a look too, on the way back” I retorted, getting an elbow in my ribs for my lewd remark. I did however notice she was smiling wryly, she seemed to be swallowing the bait. Jenny didn’t have a lot of choice really, from the photo’s I’d just shown to her it was clearly true that the Boxer dog had at least licked her pussy, she’d definitely seen all the evidence on my phone.