Chapter 8

The next morning we both woke up about 8.30am. Jenny was up and out of bed like a lark while I was still bleary eyed as hell. I just lay dozing while she busied herself in the tiny van washroom. She then sat on the bed putting her make up on. I was still half asleep when Jenny placed a mug of hot coffee on the table and shook me, with a request to hurry up and get ready.

“Come on sleepy head,” she admonished me, “I’ve just walked over to check out the pub, that Fiona woman just said their Chef finishes cooking breakfasts in about half an hour and that bacon smells gorgeous as you walk in over there. Don’t forget you’ve already paid for both ours last night when you ordered it for us. I don’t know about you Mick but I’m certainly looking forward to mine, so hurry it up, I’m bloody starving after smelling it.”

I muttered to her to go across, that I’d catch her up in ten minutes when I’d got dressed and washed. Next thing I woke up again with a start, looking at my watch. I’d slept. It was now almost ten o’clock and the mug of strong Coffee Jen had put next to me earlier was still untouched, now stone cold.

Cursing, I hurriedly dressed, splashed a quick wash over my face and went over to the pub. I found the kitchen closed and the Landlady cleaning up and resetting the tables in the small dining room.

“Oh, I’m a bit too late for breakfast then?” I pleaded, “Sorry about that, where my wife got to?”

“She’s gone for a walk up to the village shop,” she answered, “She wanted a newspaper and a TV guide so I gave her directions how to get there! She asked me to save you these,” she added, going back into the kitchen and producing two thick bacon sandwiches from under a grill cover. She handed me them, still hot, with a jug of coffee and a mug. “Take them through into the bar if you want, the TV news channel is on in there.”

I went through to the same tap bar as last night and ate the tasty bacon sandwiches, while watching the TV. When Fiona came through to see if I was ok I asked her casually where her dog Bruce was.

“Guarding you wife”, she laughed, “Well, making sure she doesn’t get lost anyway. She volunteered to put him on his lead and take him with her for a walk up right round the road to our village shop, don’t worry its only about a mile up around the road, I’m sure she’ll be back here soon.”

“I might just walk up the road and meet them coming back,” I said, finishing the last of my coffee.

“Actually she may come back the back the other way around,” Fiona answered. “She asked me if knew if there was anywhere she could let Bruce have a run off the lead. I told her that all our local sheep farmers are a bit touchy about loose dogs coming anywhere near young lambs. The only safe place I let Bruce off lead on walks is to come back down from our local shop the back way. It’s off road, down along the old Forestry trail that comes past the Pine woods, so well away from farm land and sheep. It comes out into the car park at the back of the pub, near where you have parked up.”

“Is that a quicker way?” I asked, a little worried that Jenny might well have got lost by now.

“Not really, longer, but it’s a lot more scenic coming down along the old forestry track back than around the main road. It’s a lovely walk by the woods and totally deserted. I walk Bruce back that way through that forestry trail just so I can let him loose for a run, don’t worry,” she added when I looked alarmed. “Bruce knows every inch of his way back home that way, your wife won’t get lost in the forestry, he’ll soon be dragging her back home for his dinner believe me. He’s a lazy sod.”

Jenny getting lost in the woods was the last thing on my mind. My imagination suddenly went into overdrive, half an hour ago my wife had taken a dog out on a lead. The same dog who she had been tossing off with her bare foot the night before! Worse, teasing me about wanting to fuck it too last night. Now she was probably alone with it walking along a remote forestry track with no one about to see her. My mind raced. Jenny could well be bent over a log in some quiet glade with that bloody dog’s cock locked up inside her right now.

I was thinking about going out to look for Jenny, but Fiona shouted through to me as she went back through into the kitchen, “Don’t panic, that’s his bark, it sounds like them getting back home now.”

A muddy but happy looking dog bounded through the side door, pulling a breathless Jenny in behind him. She was holding a rolled up bundle of papers under one arm.

“Find it ok then?” the landlady said, taking the lead off her and unclipping her dog, who first drank deeply from his water bowl then went and flopped down on the stone floor in front of the fireplace.

“Yes, thank you,” Jenny answered. “That old lady in the shop pointed out that gate into the forestry path when I asked her, it’s a lovely walk back, Bruce raced around like a lunatic, chasing Squirrels.”

“Looks like they have worn him out too,” Fiona laughed back, “Good, that’s saved me a job today.”

“I don’t know about him being tired, but he’s definitely worn me out,” Jenny smiled back at her.

“That’s what I was worried about” I muttered to Jenny as she sat down and pushed the daily paper towards me. “You, wearing out her fucking dog coming home through those woods.”

“Oh dear” she teased, looking over her shoulder to make sure Fiona couldn’t hear her. “Jealous the big naughty doggy might have been stealing sleepy Daddy’s morning pussy ration then?”

Not for the first time I wondered just what I had got Jenny into, she had now completely altered her previous attitude on anything I mentioned regarding dogs, she was making jokes now, not horrified.

“Well?” I whispered urgently, “So did you? Just what the hell have you been up to Jenny?”

“Sorry Mike,” she leaned over and whispered theatrically into my ear. “It’s top secret. First I need more details of my supper date with that randy Jack from you. Then perhaps in turn I’ll let you have some sexy details of my own naked dance through the forest glades with horny Bruce this morning.”

I knew full well she was making a joke and teasing me but I liked to be in charge, not have the tables turned and the piss taken out of me instead. I wasn’t sure I like it. I shut up and read the paper. Jen got a cup and finished the last of my still hot coffee pot, while reading the TV mag she’d just bought.

I’d mentioned we were leaving after breakfast but I was still a little subdued when Fiona came back through to wish us a cheery goodbye and gave us a card for if we ever wanted to call again or book. She gave me useful details of how I could save time getting back onto my original route North up to Inverness by simply taking the road right from her pub to get back out to the A74 North, instead of going back all the way we had come up last night from the South, evidently Carbridge Village was on a long loop off the A74, on the old road, but it was now bypassed.

I thanked her for the directions as Jenny walked across to her now sleeping doggie friend and patted his head in goodbye, while shooting me across a hard, clearly recognisable as her ‘cheeky’ look.

“It’s been SO nice meeting you Brucie, we both had a lovely time out on our walk didn’t we boy?

‘I bet you did,’ I thought as the Landlady also remarked how much her Bruce had ‘taken’ to Jenny.

We left the pub, upped sticks from their car park, making the van all ship shape before we hit the road. As we left I peeped the Van horn to Fiona as we passed her, she was carrying a bag out to her industrial bin in her car park. She waved to us enthusiastically as we turned right into the road.

“Obviously she doesn’t know yet you have just shagged her dog,” I half joked as we got under way.

“Have I?” retorted Jenny, “Well even if I have? You can’t blame a girl for seeking Nucky in the woods if her super stud can’t even wake up and give her one. What’s a naughty horny girl supposed to do?”

“Well did you or didn’t you then?” I half joked, “So go on, don’t just keep me in Suspenders.”

“Be good and I might even tell you” she teased back, as we finally hit the A74 north.

We finally arrived in Inverness an hour or so later but all attempts at any further sexy talk from me had been firmly hushed by Jenny on the way up there. Nothing even remotely sexy passed her lips.

“Later,” she had said, “Lets just see all the sights today, save all the naughty talk for bed later.”

‘I’ll look forward to it,’ I’d thought, and left the subject alone. We just talked about the scenery, it was totally stunning as we crossed the high peaks and dropped down towards the Moray Firth coast.

We had a nice lazy day in Inverness. We parked the van up easily in a car park. Jen did some ‘girly’ shopping in the town and when she came back we booked aboard an hour’s boat trip down Loch Ness. The trip was really interesting. The scenery was amazing, stunningly beautiful again and the weather was gorgeous, it was just like being on the Mediterranean. Every ripple on the calm Loch in the distance was excitedly pointed to by Jenny as a possible ‘Monster’ sighting, she was like a young girl again, excited and flush faced at being out on Loch Ness hunting the famous ‘Nessle.’

I looked at my wife bounding across from one side of the small launch to the other, flashing plenty of leg and bosom in her skimpy shorts and loose shirt and smiled as I noticed the young boatman at the tiller was also sneaking a look or two at her arse. She kept leaning out over the side peering into the depths of the dark Loch after he’d told us that this was the spot near Urquart Castle where the Sonar research boat had seen images of ‘something’ much bigger than fish down in the depths.

‘There’s been a few ‘big’ things been seen up inside the depths of what you are trying to get a good glimpse of too my young friend’ I thought, smiling as I caught his gaze quite clearly fixed more on looking up the legs of my wife’s loose shorts than he was on his boats compass bearing. I don’t blame him, Jenny looked sexy, she had lovely legs and a trim body, for her age she was very tasty.

‘I wonder what our young Skipper here would think if he knew she’d been wanking off a dog in a pubs public bar last night.’ I thought to myself. ‘Then stood naked in front of me wanking herself off too, while telling me about how much seeing the dog’s red cock pop out had excited her?’ I doubt for one minute he’d believe me even if I had been silly enough to tell him. But then, who would?

‘For that matter she may well have played with his cock again in those woods on the walk home.’ I also mused, looking across at Jen now as equally hungrily now as the boatman was. ‘Perhaps she’s even had those shorts off for the dog too!’ I shuddered and put those thoughts out of my head as Jenny suddenly squealed excitedly that she seen something silver flashing in the dark waters below.

“It will probably be a Salmon or two,” laughed the Boatman, “They shoal round here in small groups resting in the day, then race en masse up to the smaller rivers and streams to spawn at night.”

“Then they die afterwards don’t they?” I asked him. He confirmed that they did, after they’d mated.