Chapter 1

I hadn’t suspected anything at all. Lydia and I were a very happy couple, we enjoyed a lot of sex and told each other our darkest fantasies.

When I first got my hands (figuratively anyway) into Lydia’s knickers I couldn’t help but notice how big her cunt lips were. They were fantastic, they must have hung down 2” and they were constantly wet. She sits next to me on the sofa and just pulls and stretches her lips while we both sip wine. She can easily pull them out to 5”.

Once our relationship became more serious I threw away all her knickers so that there wouldn’t be anything to stop her lovely lips from hanging down where they wanted to be. Lydia responded by wearing her shortest skirts and making sure her legs were always partly open so her lips could “breath”.

Soon after that I began to shave her cunt. At first I tried all the clever shapes; hearts, arrows, etc, but eventually settled on a ½” wide landing strip that stops an inch above her cleft. Everything else is smooth. It is fantastic. Lydia likes it so much that she has taken over shaving it herself.

You can see that my woman is a very special, very sexy and very amenable person. There wasn’t anything this woman wouldn’t do if I asked her to. What I didn’t know was that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do even if I hadn’t asked her to!

While we are in the house Lydia wears just a man’s dress shirt with a couple of buttons done up. This gave me loads of flashes of her big tits and her horny cunt, and when she sits she generally has one leg pulled up onto the sofa so that her legs are wide open and she can pull and caress her lips as she watches TV.

One particular morning I was in a rush. Lydia was dressed in a white and blue pin-stripe shirt with one button done up, standing leaning against the counter top sipping tea when I left the house.

I hadn’t even got to the car when I realised I had left my phone on the table in the kitchen. I rushed back to get it. I left the front door open and walked towards the kitchen door. I saw her reflection in the window opposite and stopped stunned. She was leaning back against the counter. She had the shirt tails in her hands pulling the shirt open from the bottom and her thumbs and forefingers stretching her cunt’s lips apart. Our dog was licking her cunt. Her lips were spread so wide that the dog’s tongue easily slid up between them. I just stood there watching in disbelief. I could hear her muttering. “Oh you naughty dog, you shouldn’t do this now”. Shortly after I saw her lower her body slightly and open her legs a bit more to give the dog more access to her lips. “Oh, I am such a dirty cunt aren’t I?” she was asking the dog. I could see her knees trembling, she threw her head back and started gasping “Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming, Oh, Oh, Ooooh” as she couldn’t stand it any more and squeezed her legs shut on the dogs, still busy, tongue.

I watched in amazement as she then dropped to her knees and spread her legs wide. I could see her cunt in the reflection. Her lips were huge and red and even in the reflection I could see her cunt was gaping open. She put her hand back between her legs and called to the dog “Come on, quickly you naughty dog, now see what you’ve made me do!” The dog had clearly done this before because he just walked up behind her and she grabbed his big cock in her little hand and fed his hard rod into her cunt. I could hear her murmuring with pleasure as she made sure she had all the dog’s ample meat in her cunt before dropping her shoulders to the kitchen floor and pushing her arse up into the air to give the dog the best angle to fuck her. And fuck her he did. I have never seen a fuck so fast. I could just about make out her face and I could see from her chin that she was red with desire and excitement. The dog didn’t stop pummelling her cunt until he spewed his spunk into her. I could hear her talking again. “Oh no you don’t, I’m not having you knotted inside me this morning you bad dog”. She crawled away from the dog who just went and laid against the wall.

I wasn’t prepared for what happened next either. Instead of standing up, she got up on one knee and then crouched with her back against the kitchen unit with her legs wide apart, her arse virtually on the tiled floor and began to scoop the spunk out of her cunt with her fingers and lick the spunk off them. She continued doing that while she told herself what a dirty cunt she was. She was right though!

I slipped away quietly, waited 5 minutes then came back into the house making a lot of noise, swearing loudly about having forgotten my phone. Lydia was standing with her back to me, leaning over the counter with her tea cup in her hands. As I walked in the kitchen she turned to me and smiled. I could see her pert bum at the bottom of her shirt. There was no visible sign of the rampant sex that I had seen 5 minutes ago. I grabbed the phone and went behind her, kissed her neck, patted her bare bum and left.

For the next few days I could think about little else other than seeing my wife being fucked by our dog. I wondered how often they “did it” and what else they might get up to. I had to know! I decided to go on an undercover mission to find out all about my wife’s bestiality escapades.

I came up with a plan, not particularly ingenious, but enough for me to find out what I was dealing with before deciding whether to intervene.

First, I made sure that I left at exactly the same time each day. This was 15 minutes before the time that I had used to leave. I was able to be quite flexible regarding my arrival time at work so I had between 45 minutes and an hour to observe my wife’s habits. I had taken the lock off the side gate. There was no reason for her to go round there so I wasn’t worried about her noticing it missing. Each day I would leave, drive around the corner, park the car and come back into our street from the other end so I could get to the side gate without being seen from the front window.

The first day I did it I was trembling. Part was worry that I would be seen, part was worry of what I would see, and part of it was just the excitement of creeping around and being a voyeur.

I wasn’t seen; she was far too busy! I had only been out of the house for just over 6 minutes and she was lying on the floor with her legs wide open, her shirt undone. She was squeezing her nipples and massaging her big tits while the dog lapped at her cunt with gusto. I watched and after a few minutes I could see the signs of her impending orgasm. She put her hands on her thighs and grabbed hold of her cunt lips and pulled her cunt as wide as she could to get as much of the dog’s tongue on her throbbing clitoris. She had her lips fully extended to about 5” so they formed a guide from her arse to her clitoris for the dog’s tongue. She was squeezing her tits together with her upper arms and I could see her face getting red as she began to reach her peak. When she did I heard her scream through the closed window! She closed her legs tight with the force of the orgasm. Then she dropped her legs to the floor and went back to squeezing her nipples. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out an inch. She must have been so horny. The dog stood there between her legs waiting. From my vantage point I could see his huge member twitching and the precum dripping off onto the kitchen floor tiles. Suddenly Lydia rolled over onto her tummy and opened her legs and began to raise her arse off the floor. I could see the dog getting excited as his bitch prepared her cunt for him. Lydia was fingering her cunt, spreading her cunt lips and dipping a finger into her soaking hole before she rubbed her juices all around her labia. The dog was getting very excited and was shuffling his feet and pushing his nose against her hand, hurrying her up. Eventually she opened her hand and beckoned the dog to her. He just walked up behind her. She expertly took hold of his huge pink cock and stuffed it into her hole. Lydia kept her face and tits on the floor tiles so I couldn’t see her face, but I could see the dog pounding his cock into her willing cunt. Even having seen it before I was still amazed how he could fuck so fast. He was pulling his cock out of her cunt almost 7” then ramming it back in so his balls hit her clitoris and I knew that she would have another clitoral orgasm before he came. Although I couldn’t hear her scream I could see her little hands clenching and banging the floor as her orgasm took control of her body. The dog fucked her harder and harder. Then he seemed to stop with his cock deep inside her and I wondered whether her orgasm had made him cum. It hadn’t. I could see him pushing and moving his big cock from side to side and pulling and pushing. It took me some time before I realised he was pushing his knot into her. This time she relaxed her cunt muscles and let him get it in. Once it was in the dog, once again, began to pound her cunt and I knew from the size of the dog’s cock that the end of his cock would be grazing her uterus as he thrust his big cock deep inside her. I could see that Lydia had come again and this time it brought on the dog’s orgasm too. I could see the different movements he made as he filled his bitch’s cunt with his spunk. His knot acted as a plug to keep all his spunk inside her. Isn’t mother nature wonderful!

Soon the dog wanted to pull his cock out of Lydia’s cunt, but with her orgasm having tightened her cunt and his big knot still inside her he couldn’t get away. Classically, he moved around until they were arse to arse and he stood there tugging his cock until his knot had reduced enough for it to plop out. As soon as it did it was followed by a big gush of doggy spunk that began to run down Lydia’s inner thigh. She reached back and scooped it up on her finger and licked it off. I was also treated to another show of her cleaning her cunt by crouching down and scooping the copious amount of spunk out of her cunt and feeding it to herself on her fingers. Stunned by the display I slipped away and went to the office.

A few days later I decided to come home for lunch. I was hoping to find Lydia horny and “discover” spunk in her cunt as I had watched her being fucked again that morning, before diligently cleaning her cunt. This was obviously part of her ritual and I wondered why she did it.

When I got home I parked around the corner and went through the side gate. I didn’t expect to see anything going on as I had already seen her being fucked a few hours ago. I could see Lydia standing at the sink doing the washing up. Her shirt must have been done up because I couldn’t see her big tits. Then I saw the dog walk into the room. He walked straight up behind her and put his nose up her shirt, lifting it above her arse. I swear he prodded her between her legs with his nose to make her part her thighs. I was gobsmacked when she opened her legs, pushed her arse out and carried on washing up as the dog licked her cunt from behind. From this vantage point I could see the dog’s cock growing as he licked her. I must have been 9” of rigid pink doggy meat! His tongue was working its magic too as I saw Lydia had stopped washing up and had lowered her head onto her hands on the front of the counter so her back was flat and her cunt was more available to the busy tongue. I couldn’t believe she was being brought to another clitoral orgasm by the dog. It was only a few hours ago that he had fucked her and filled her cunt with his spunk. I saw her arse start to lift up and down as she approached her orgasm and could see her face go red as it reached the point of no return and she screamed out loud with the force of the orgasm. This time she wasted absolutely no time. She dropped to the floor and put her hand out for the cock. The dog shuffled forward until his cock flopped into her hand and she greedily fed it into her hungry cunt. The fucking was as frantic as it had been each time I had watched them. I could see that Lydia had several orgasms before letting the dog get his knot inside her tight cunt. I continued to watch until I knew he had spunked and that they would be knotted for 5-10 minutes.

I walked round the side of the house to the front. I took out my key and put it noisily into the lock. I opened the door and called out “Honey, it’s such a nice day I thought we’d do lunch” as I walked into the kitchen and found her knotted to the dog. They were arse to arse. She had her hands over her eyes and she was whimpering “No..., no...” over and over, followed by “Sorry, I’m so sorry...”. I walked up to her and lifted her head with my hand. I pushed her hands away from her eyes and told her to open them. She did and saw my rigid cock was millimetres away from her mouth. She opened her mouth and I slipped my cock in. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth, then swirled her tongue around my glans, then she bobbed up and down on it before she swallowed it. I was in ecstasy. Her mouth was doing wonderful things to my cock and I knew she was trying to work out in her head what she was going to say to me when I had finished fucking her mouth and the dog managed to get his cock out of her cunt. By now they were arse to arse again and I could feel the tugs as the dog tried to pull his big cock out of her. It came out with a plop just as I flooded her mouth with my spunk. I saw her gulp as she swallowed my hot spunk, then her hand went down between her legs and I knew she was about to start her cleaning ritual as the spunk was already running down her thighs. Suddenly she remembered I was there and stopped; her hand was holding her cunt, stopping the doggy spunk from dripping on the floor tiles. I took my cock out of her mouth. I didn’t want her to know that I had been spying on her; neither did I want to stop seeing the sight of her scooping the spunk out of her cunt and licking it off her fingers.

In a moment of sheer brilliance I told her to stand up. She stood in front of me, still holding the spunk inside her cunt with the palm of her hand, her magnificent breasts were rising and falling, she was still panting from the energetic fuck. I told her to back up to the fridge, then to crouch down with her legs wide apart until her arse touched the tiles. Then I told her to scoop the spunk out of her cunt and lick it off her fingers. She did as she was told and I wondered if she was relieved or shocked that I had told her to do exactly what she would have done had I not been there. As soon as she was “clean” I told her to stand up. I sent her off for a shower and to dress to go out for lunch so we could talk.

I sat in the kitchen, watching the dog lick his cock and balls, until Lydia came back down. Her hair was still a bit wet. She looked fantastic. She had on a silky dress that was tight enough to show off her magnificent tits but loose enough for them to be able to bounce around. Her erect nipples left me in no doubt she was braless. I knew she was knickerless to because she doesn’t have any. She did a little pirouette to show me how her dress would fly up and show off her naked shaved cunt if there was the slightest breeze. I stood up and took her in my arms and kissed her, just to make sure that she knew that I wasn’t angry with her. Then I walked her to the door, I turned back and saw the dog looking balefully at me. I called him over and we all left the house together. We had to walk around the corner to the car but Lydia didn’t ask why I hadn’t parked on the drive. I held the dog’s leash in one hand and held Lydia’s hand with the other as we walked along. By the time we had reached the car we had been tooted at three times by drivers admiring Lydia’s naked bottom as her skirt puffed up. It was a long time ago that I forbade her from holding a dress, or a skirt, down in the wind. Initially she had found it a reflex and very hard to stop, but gradually she had mastered it and now she could completely ignore the feeling of the wind wafting between her thighs as her dress came up to her waist, or higher, even if someone was walking towards her and would not be able to miss seeing her naked cunt.