Chapter 7

I took in a deep breath before I answered Jenny.

“You know full well how much you’re turning me on doing that in front of me Jen. It’s obvious that you’re now saying all this dog stuff just to get me going too. I’ve worked all that out, but I still can’t for the life of me work out just what the hell has suddenly got into you?”

“Surely you must remember last night Mick,” she interrupted. She stopped touching herself up and sat back upright on the edge of the bed. “A bloody dog, that’s what has got into me! You can’t have forgotten our midnight guest already? You should remember, wasn’t it you who engineered it all in the first place just so you could see your wife getting fucked while you watched? So what’s wrong?”

I tried to protest but she just hushed me and carried on.

“Don’t you like that idea now I’ve actually done it for you? You can’t have it both ways Mick. Is it because it’s apparently not horrifying me enough? That’s not fair is? I’ve admitted a dog fucking me felt bloody sexy. So what am I supposed to say? That I’d hated what bits I could remember of it this afternoon? I’ll say it then. ‘Yes, it was really awful, I hated what I did last night,’ so is that ok now?”

“Shit, I don’t mean about last night,” I came back quickly, trying to calm her, “I mean about you Jen. On the way up here from the last place you seemed mortified at even telling me about what you did actually remember about last night’s session with the Boxer dog. When I asked you about it you just clammed up and went to sleep. A few hours later you woke up but then the next thing is you are practically wanking off that woman’s dog with your foot while she was only a few yards away in her other bar. Then you ask her if she lets Bruce go out at night! I know she didn’t get your meaning but I definitely did. You were obviously teasing to see if I wanted to see a repeat of last night. Perhaps you might only be pretending you were willing to fuck that Bruce, just to wind me up, but you still bloody said it! That is what’s confusing me. What exactly is it you do want Jen? Tonight you couldn’t seem to make your mind up as to just how you feel about it all?”

“Well let’s just forget about me Mick, let’s discuss what you want to see me do for you?” Jenny just replied coyly. As she was now totally naked she threw back the covers on the bed and slid under the far side of the duvet, pulling it back over her and snuggling down under it. “Why don’t we just work out what turns each of us on equally? I soon got myself used to the idea that you love to see me stretching myself with bottles and stuff, I honestly do like doing all that stuff now. Once I’d tried it I found it really sexy and it really does get me going too, if I didn’t like doing it I certainly wouldn’t do it. Likewise when I told you that anal sex leaves me cold you’ve never had any problem accepting that. You’ve never ever mentioned it again to me it since. I value that Mick. Thank you. Life is about compromise and two people enjoying sex, not one. After last nights fun I’ve now realised that as you have now ‘Outed’ me as a kinky bitch this afternoon by getting me to remember and talk about it then there isn’t really much point in me pretending I’m shocked. I might as well confess now and admit that your dog sex plot last night did give me a lot to think about today. Oh, and despite my denials about that film I said was disgusting by last year I’m probably ok with it all now, how can I be anything else? I’ve done it now myself too now, I’ve fucked with a dog and admitted I liked it too, so how can I go back on that now?”

I tried to reason with her but she was having none of it. She was clearly drunk and feeling confused.

“I’m not expecting you to do anything like last night again Jen, or anything else that I know you don’t like. You don’t have to pretend to like anything for me, I think you’re saying this just for my reaction.

“You could always call my bluff Mick? All you need to do is look outside to see if that lovely Bruce dog is wandering about and see if you can temp him in here? After all that’s probably what you really would like to see me do again isn’t it? If you’re able to entice him in here like you did with Jack last night you might well get the icing put on yesterday’s kinky cake. Watching two different randy dogs shag your drunken wife senseless on two nights running! You’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you?”

I thought she was probably just annoyed with me about last night and upset about thinking she’d really had done it. I again tried to reason with her, but to no avail, she just hushed me when I tried to tell her that she was just winding me up now because she was drunk.

“So how are you so sure I’m just ‘winding you up’ Mick? How do you really know I don’t want to be kinky myself with another nice big dog? Let’s face it, what the hell? I’ve broken the ice and done it now but if I don’t know how I feel, how do you? Perhaps I want more now I’ve got used to the idea?”

“Have you heard yourself Jen?” I protested, “This is all getting way too far over the top now, much too serious, even if it’s just for a wind up. You are getting crazy, why are you getting so upset now and blaming me for it all? I’d drunk more last night than you had, why is all this down to me?”

“Oh dear Mick, and I thought you loved me talking sexy? She countered, drunkenly. “Ok, but I really do still mean it. Well at least I think I do, even if you are not horny, I am. Ok, just give me something big and hard like a cock instead. That bottle over there will do,” she added, pointing to one of the half size Prosecco bottles that I had taken from the fridge but not yet opened. “I mean it,” she hissed as I hesitated. “Give it over here. I’ll just fuck a bottle for you tonight instead of a randy dog. You can watch me make myself come on that instead. Will that still be kinky enough for you?”

I shook my head in disbelief but I still handed her over the 35ml bottle of Prosecco. I wasn’t going to pass up this chance of a voluntary and unexpected sexy dildo masturbation show from her even if she was very drunk. The trouble was she just took the bottle straight down under the bed covers, teasing me that I couldn’t look at her yet. She pulled a quick shocked face, shuddered and gasped out a long hard breath, then just smiled up at me. It certainly wasn’t hard to guess from the look on her face exactly what she had just done with that bottle when she’d taken it down under the duvet. I think it was now almost definitely inserted up somewhere the Sun doesn’t shine.

It was uncanny how this scene was now playing out, like a Déjà vu drama. My sexy wife was now here fucking herself with a small bottle, while probably getting randy believing all the images in her head that she really had been well fucked by a Boxer dog last night. She had even imagined that she now could ‘remember’ some of it now. That same bottle might be turning her hazy memory on again because the weird reality of this scenario was that the 35ml bottle she was now using as a dildo on herself was exactly the same type as the one I’d slid up into her pussy myself last night. The same size and shape bottle that she had ‘remembered’ as being a ‘dog’s hard cock’ inside her! The only difference being the bottle I’d ‘used and abused’ her with last night had been open, not capped so half the contents still inside it had probably spilled out as it got shaken up! Given Jenny’s drunken semi conscious state last night she had, (after she had seen the dog licking photo’s I’d taken) amazingly (but wrongly) interpreted her being soaked and sticky internally as thinking that a dog really had ejaculated up her and flooded her insides. In reality she hadn’t had a dog in her at all, just a bit of a licking from Jack, a bottle spilling its fizzy contents inside her then later on my own cock! My God, I thought, this is turning into the weirdest sex triangle deceit ever imaginable.

Not for the first time that night I now wondered what the hell I’d started off. How the hell could I now possibly back pedal all this shit without looking an idiot? Worse, if I did I’d make my Jenny totally embarrassed about what she had been saying to me while believing she really had fucked a dog. I was stuck. I’d no idea how to go backwards to explain all this without a lot of stick from a very upset, embarrassed and probably angry Jenny. Even more so when she realised that she’d been ‘suckered’ into admitting her fantasies as genuine recollections of our last night in Pitlochry. I’d made a bad mistake, with no get out clauses that I could think of, well not for now anyway.

I decided that I couldn’t really tell Jen the truth now. Quite clearly she’d feel upset after her own reactions to thinking she really had been fucked by a dog, worse admitted to me she’d enjoyed the recollection of doing it too. When I’d made that exploratory joke to Jenny about it tonight she had demonstrated it obviously excited her more than making her guilty. She had even ‘joked?’ to the pub Landlady about us getting a dog ‘for her’ ourselves. I decide to find out why, then just try to play it down slowly if I could, without admitting what I done to deceive her into an admission she liked it.

I lay next to Jenny on the bed on top of the covers and stoked her hair, asking if she was ok.

“Not just ok” she purred, “Great, who needs Men or Doggies? This is quite ‘full-filling.’ Have a look.”

I pulled the covers back to look and saw she was gently pushing up the bottle gently inside herself, to about half its length and almost out again, while rubbing her clitoris hard with the other hand. I realised she wasn’t far from ‘getting there’ either, as her breathing now started to quicken up.

“Hang on,” I pleaded with her. “Please just slow it down woman. Aren’t you going to wait for me?”

I was trying to ‘talk’ her into easing off, not least just to find out where she was coming from in line with what she had been saying earlier. I wanted to make her last a bit, she was pretty drunk again so would probably tell me a lot now. Jenny was always very vocal and uninhibited when she was getting sexually excited, by playing with her own pussy. Whatever she said now in excitement would definitely be a lot nearer to the truth than whatever she excused herself with saying tomorrow morning when stone cold sober. I knew her so well.

“But aren’t you going to get into bed and fuck me instead?” Jenny whispered, clearly close to climax.

“Not yet,” I replied huskily. “It’s mind blowing watching you get yourself so excited using that bottle as a dildo. Just please slow it down a bit Baby, I want you to talk to me before you come on it.”

“You love seeing me come on a bottle don’t you Mr Kinky?” She whispered back. “You always have done. I think you prefer watching me playing to fucking me. I bet that’s why you set me up with that bloody dog last night, just to watch him make me come.” she panted, as I hesitated. “Well, did you?”

“Whoa girl,” I said, pushing my hand gently down on the covers to slow the escalating action below. “Just leave that bottle up inside your pussy and squeeze it really slowly while I talk to you, I want you to take ages to come, just bear with me and talk to me as you stroke your clit.”

“Talk about what” Jenny croaked, “Oh, let me guess? Would it be talk about dogs by any chance?”

“Well it seems to be all you have thought about too since we got here and saw Bruce,” I retorted in defence. “You hated that idea when we left that last place. Yet you woke up here and started teasing me about Jack fucking you. Jesus, you have to admit that it’s puzzling, what is all the change about?”

“Ok then, yes, I will tell you. I not only slept on the way up here, but I dreamed too,” Jen murmured back, her hand visibly moving the bed cover around her crotch area.

“It must have been a pretty sexy dream then?” I prompted her, “If it’s turned you on this much!”

“Very” Jen whispered, “A short dream but I was wet when I woke up. The best bit was that tonight I didn’t feel guilty about the details, I just felt sexy this time after my dream, not upset like before.”

“Why would you feel guilty about just a dream?” I whispered encouragingly to her. “No one can help their dreams Jen, or need to ever feel guilty about them, whatever they are about. Anyway, what do you mean? What were you dreaming about? Last night with that Boxer dog Jack perhaps?”

“Sort of, Jenny panted, “I but not about that Boxer dog last night, in my dream in was an Alsatian.”

“You said, ‘This time’ just now. Jesus, you mean you’ve dreamed about dogs fucking you before?”

“Oh God yes,” she panted, “I’ve dreamed about it ever since I watched that fucking porno DVD you borrowed last year with that bloody Alsatian dog, I couldn’t believe it. That dog was locked into the girl’s cunt after he’d fucked her. He was stuck up in her for ages. She couldn’t get him off because he was jammed and stuck tight inside her vagina. My God, watching it stuck inside her was so fucking sexy. She was moaning like hell but she still couldn’t get its cock back out because it was so swollen up. He was, I saw the dogs cock at the end of the film when it did finally get down off her. His cock had got fucking huge, it’s no wonder it got it stuck fast up her and she was yelping.”

Jenny was really getting herself off now, obviously thinking hard about the film she was describing.

“It’s a pity you didn’t get a good look at Jacks swollen up cock yourself last night,” I whispered to her. “That was big too, but you were still so wide after your sexy session in that beer garden, you took his knot dead easily, no chance at all of getting him stuck. It was plopping in and out of your cunt really easily, stretching you apart, my God, after the dog got down off your back I could have slid a coke bottle up into you in one push. The dog had stretched you apart, you were gaping wide open.”

Jenny shuddered visibly. “He didn’t get it stuck in me then?” she panted back “Yes, I do remember him stretching me. My God it felt like he was a big boy too, I can still remember him coming, he kept flooding up into me.” Her breath was now rapidly quickening, I again realised she was now almost making herself come with her fingers and the bottle, coupled with what she was saying. I pushed down on the bed cover, trying making her stop coming so fast but I was too late, she was there.

“Just a minute Jen,” I said, throwing back the cover to stop her. “Don’t come yet, whoa, slow down.” I pleaded. It was too late now, she’d let go of the bottle, it was almost out of sight up her cunt. She had closed both her knees tight together, holding it up inside her. She thrashed about wildly, moaning and gasping as she rubbed her clit frantically into a climax, shuddering for about twenty seconds before she gasped then relaxed her head back again onto the pillow, her eyes closed.

She got her breath back and then looked up at me with a sheepish smile, then shuddered, mouthing a long ‘Wow’.

“Nice one?” I asked, laughing at her still shuddering as she slowly came back down to earth again.

“What do you think?” She whispered back throatily, as she brought her hand back up from under the covers and passed me a now sticky looking bottle. She laughed as I licked it before I put it at the side of the bed. “Why don’t you get in here properly and see if you can do better with the real thing? If you keep on talking to me like you have been doing I think I’ll soon be ready for a second helping.”

I didn’t need much persuading, I was getting horny as hell hearing about her sexy dog dream, but I wanted to make this last. I didn’t want to just have sex and go to sleep. I wanted some answers to questions while she was a drunk and sexy. I hastily kicked off my jeans and slipped into bed with her.

“Why don’t you just have a rest while you talk to me instead?” I told her. “For instance explaining how you knew the end of that film I borrowed? That bit with the dog’s cock stuck inside her cunt?”

“What do you mean? Jenny asked, looking puzzled, “I thought it did, I know it did. I remember it.”

“Yes, I know it did too, but I distinctly remember you watching that dog DVD with me, you said it was disgusting and you wanted it off so I did turn it off, I thought I’d upset you asking you to watch it.”

“I know,” she admitted shyly, “But I thought you’d be shocked if I’d admitted that I’d found it sexy seeing that dog stuck inside the woman. My God, it couldn’t pull it’s cock back out from her, it was like I remembered seeing years ago. I once saw two dogs stuck fast together like that in our school playing fields. I just thought you would think I was being kinky if I said it was making me feel dead sexy seeing that same thing happen with a dog and woman too. I just pretended I didn’t like the film when you put it on, but it did excite me. To be honest I was just embarrassed to let you see it had, in case you got the wrong idea and thought I was a pervert and I wanted to do it with a dog myself.”

“That’s fine, but there is a small problem,” I answered. “That dog knotted in the woman’s pussy was right at the very end of the film. You only saw the first part of it with me, when it was licking her but not the end. So just how the hell did you know that he was stuck fast in her cunt at the finish? I know I didn’t tell you. I didn’t even mention that film again because I thought my putting it on had shocked you. You were adamant you didn’t like it so I just took it off and put it away. I didn’t even see all the film myself until later. I watched it on my own after you had gone up to bed, but then I put it away.”

“I know, but you didn’t take it back into work until the week after did you?” Jenny whispered back. “I never told you until now but I watched it on my own too, that week while you were at work and it was put on quite a few times to be truthful. It turned me on and I didn’t have to hide that when I was watching it without you on my own. I was totally intrigued the woman in it had quite obviously enjoyed doing that so much with a dog. The dog wasn’t being forced to do it for sure. I don’t know if it was trained but it obviously fancied her rotten. At the end he practically tried to rape her and she just laid back and let it. It really excited me, probably why I’ve dreamed about dogs fancying me too loads of times since.”

“So you played with yourself on your own watching that dog film on your own did you? Well? Come on, did you?” I prompted her as she hesitated. Jenny just smiled back cheekily, nodding her head.

“And thought about dogs being sexy with you too I suppose?” I prompted. “You must have been fantasying about that Alsatian being stuck fast wedged up inside your own cunt instead of that woman who was moaning on the film?”