Chapter 3

MY LIFE FORWARDS WITH DAWG AND CREW

I know no other way to put that header as I put it.

Truly as I sit and write this chapter about my now succumbing to my then such needed desire to go to Dawgs room at that stay over place that once was a Motel but it was changed into a complete weekly and monthly kitchenette room rental place.

I snuck out of my own house, my own married woman’s bed and succumb so to my mind and bodies illicit desire to be alone with this pretty much stranger of a man.

We had already been sneaking kiss here and there when my own husband had either gone to bed or in the bathroom etc., and those kisses had rocked my world!

I had to have more! I wanted more! In total outright married woman cheating fashion I had to get out of that house of ours and go to this strange mans rental room.

Of course as I sit here writing about this the very story; “IT HURT SO GOOD” tells of the entire thing that happened that night, I know sitting there in a chair and talking with him and hearing him tell me about his involvement in the ritual sacrifices of his wife at that moment were horrid in my feelings about it.

Then when those damn paranormal beings appeared and began flying wildly about the whole of the room I was terrified and scared to death.

But some strange reason I cannot now recall I was glued to my seat so to speak, and with such illicit feelings and thoughts wanted to hear more!

I still even now thinking of that night recall clearly as can be how Dawg totally stretched me open to no end when he fucked me, and I was so sore up inside me to depths I had never felt before after being fucked by him.

At least from the standpoint of my then being a full grown woman unlike my horrid childhood years at home and having that same feeling after being fucked as I was by all the ways my dad had sold and traded me for.

It was not long after that night that Dawg initiated yet another whole new first of sexual adventures for me.

I have never told or written this story as yet and perhaps I should at some point sit down and write it out in detail about how Dawg one night fucked me right in front of my husband!

He had come over to visit and as we drank our mixed drinks of course my husband was not a drinking man at all, but Dawg caught me secretly in the kitchen and pulled a small little bottle out of his blue jeans pocket, and spiked my husbands soda with that “viewing potion” of all that stuff Witchy has in her arsenal of potions.

Telling me as he put just a very drop or two in my husbands soda that tonight I would see just how he had been drugged with this very potion to then watch his wife get ritual sacrificed and fucked by those Satanic Beast.

As we all then drank our drinks I would look over and see the affect it was having on my husband!

He was sitting there in his own usual reclining chair, his eyes wide open as could be, glassed over and was totally docile.

And to show me how that potion was so able to make any male or human for that matter become totally submissive, Dawg told him get up and go to your bedroom and sit down in that chair beside the bed in there.

My husband in total complete submission obeyed exactly what Dawg demanded of him to do, and got up and went to our bedroom and went right over and sat down in that lounge chair we had beside our bed in the corner.

Then Dawg took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom, telling me he was going to fuck me right in front of my husband!

Now before that night, Dawg had always had to use a drop or so of that other potion in my mixed drinks to get me to be able to take that huge cock inside me, this night he used none of that, and the only thing I had to help at all was just the alcohol in my mixed drinks.

I was outright totally apprehensive and truly scared as hell to do this right in front of my husband.

But when Dawg began kissing and caressing me, I melted in his strong manly arms, and all of it right there in front of my husband!

He was intently watching it every single bit and saw how Dawg was behind me as I stood right there in front of him, while Dawg kissed and licked all over my neck, driving me to throw my head back and echo out a strong passionate cry of the pleasure of it.

Dawg paused his passionate caressing and kissing and looked directly at my husband and said; “This my man is how a real man pleasures his wife or woman, hear her cries of the pleasure I am giving her doing this alone.”

I could see an outright contented hate my husband was feeling as he had no choice but watch it all, his body so docile and all but paralyzed from that potion spiked into his soda.