Animal Urge
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Lonely, a sexually-frustrated wife decides to play with a male dog, but she gets caught by a neighbor and he gives her what she is longing for instead of the dog. That leads to more of the same, but what about her husband?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Coercion Rough First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Bestiality Novel-Pocketbook
The Oak Tree estate and grounds were as typically lovely and idyllic as ever in their late summer garb of fading green meadows and mellow, wilting flowers. The undergrowth of the heavily- wooded area was dark with knobbed shrubs and the oldest trees stood gnarled and sprawling, like old men colored brown with age. Glistening dew drops of rain splashed down on the leaves and dribbled earthward through the thick networks of foliage, finally to fall on the rich black soil below. And yet, strangely enough, the sky was a bright clear blue that seemed somehow separate from the woods, which languished obediently under the inexorable rules of the season's end.
The Hartley home, a large rustic house with an ample amount of partially-cleared acreage surrounding it, nestled cozily in a small shallow valley running on a rocky irregular level between two gently sloping ridges on either side. Behind the house, off to the right and slightly downwind, there was a spacious modern dog kennel with half a dozen central shelters and a maze of long fenced runs in which a number of handsome German Shepherds, of varying sizes, ages and colors, could be seen either dozing quietly or pacing nervously to and fro, whining and occasionally barking at some barely perceptible movement in the nearby underbrush.
In one of the longest runs, an immense black-and-fawn-colored male stood by himself, completely motionless and at the alert, as he stared upwards at a tiny rag of grey sky that was framed overhead by a small circle of evergreen branches. The imposing thoroughbred dog gazed longingly, almost defiantly, at a bird flying in a cramped orbit far above the treetops, its spread wings catching flashes of yellow and silver light from the sun. The bird drifted around and around, seemingly fixed to some invisible track in the air. After a while, the magnificent German Shepherd's strong legs began to tremble, his massive muscular body tense and straining with his natural instinct to somehow, impossibly, snag the feathered creature from the safety of its lofty circling and destroy it with one crushing swipe of his forepaw.
"Jesus, look at Wolf out there. The bastard looks better than ever," Bill Hartley enthused proudly as he stood gazing out the living room window at the kennels. The good-looking twenty- four-year-old young man did not wait for his young wife's reply and added, "If I'm lucky enough to buy Pete Sangler's prize bitch up in New Hampshire, just think what a beautiful litter she and Wolf will produce. We'll make a goddamned fortune out of the pups!"
Diane Hartley, his wife, an extremely pretty twenty-one-year- old blonde, sat in haughty silence across the room, sipping daintily from her whiskey sour cocktail as she fought down the impulse to say what was really on her mind. She resented the fact that she would be left alone again while Bill was off on another of his frequent business trips, selling some of their own valuable dogs and negotiating for new championship breeders to upgrade their stock at Oak Tree. As usual, she would be left in charge of running the kennels by herself, a demanding responsibility that both intimidated and frightened her. God knows, the voluptuous young blonde thought bitterly to herself, her wealthy aristocratic parents had socially-groomed and educated her for far more important things than playing hostess to three dozen hairy brutes, no matter how valuable and expensive they were, while her thoughtless husband deserted her for days... sometimes weeks... at a time.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked suddenly, interrupting her thoughts. "Now don't tell me you're going to start complaining again just because I've got to make a business trip."
"Oh no, not really," the satin-skinned blonde answered in a sulky, slightly hurt voice, her full lower lip pouting out to give her the appearance of a beautiful little girl who has been unfairly treated. "It's just that... well, we've only been married for eight months, and you've been gone almost half of that time, while I stay home and take care of the dogs... You know they frighten me."
"But honey, dogs are our living... a damned good living, too... and someone has to handle the business end of things," the handsome dark-haired husband protested, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of helplessness. "I've got to travel and visit other breeders. We're in a highly competitive business and need the best dogs available to keep our line where it is--at the top."
"Yes, Bill, I know, but--"
"And that means scouting around," he continued, ignoring her attempted objection. "Unless, of course, you'd rather we just sat back and lived off your parents, always dependent upon them and without any real say about our own lives."
"No, darling, I--I didn't mean that at all," Diane assured him weakly, hating herself as she felt the last of her self- righteous indigence fade away in the fact of his solid common sense and logic. Despite how lonely and deprived she always felt when he was gone, she could think of no effective way to communicate her feelings to him about the task of caring for the dogs and the sense of loss she experienced as a young bride when he was not home with her. As conscious as she was of her social background and upbringing, it was true that she also wanted independence, not to be enslaved by the large sums of money her mother and father would gladly give them if only they would abide with the older couple's wishes. The exquisite blue-eyed girl felt her irritation waver and finally topple over altogether as she faltered helplessly in her own rising sense of shame and guilt.
She felt a flood of relief as he crossed the room to where she sat on the plush sofa and eased himself down beside her, his brawny right arm automatically encircling her shoulders, enfolding her. She dropped her head against his firm chest, her breath quavering as he drew her closer against him, his warmth mingling with hers. Gently he rubbed up and down along her bare arms, craning his head forward to nibble softly with his lips at her slender neck and sensitive left ear lobe.
"Ummmm, you certainly feel nice," he whispered hotly into the tender tingling flesh of her ear, sensing her anger and resistance flow away to nothing as he touched her with his breath. The light fluttery warmth relaxed and yet exhilarated her, causing a maddeningly light throb of anticipation in Diane's loins and at the small, bud-like tips of her full breasts. Without thinking, she began to rotate her rounded flaring hip against her husband's sinewy male flank, pressing the softness of her still-clad flesh against him.
"You feel nice, too," she purred, wiggling even closer to him on the sofa.
"You know, I've got to leave in less than an hour," Bill reminded her huskily. "Maybe we ought to use the time for action instead of words." Feeling herself slipping further into the intoxicating warmth of his touch, she nodded her head in wordless agreement and ran her fingertips tremblingly across his cheek, her long red nails tracing the distinctive contours of his strong masculine face. In a corner of her passion-dimmed mind, she could hear the tempo of the falling rain increase, the drops now pattering on the roof and in the trees with a steady staccato sound that seemed to match the pulsing beat of her blood. Suddenly, she felt him shift beside her and ease himself off the couch and down to his knees on the floor. He knelt forward then and caught her long smooth legs, his palms eagerly clamping against the soft insides of her thighs as she giggled and struggled halfheartedly in an attempt to free herself. She could see him hunched down on his knees between her open legs, grinning up at her through the deep valley of her upstanding breasts like a conquering warrior about to partake of a feast as he pressed outwards against her with his hands.
Slowly, he reached up under her short skirt and hooked his fingers into the elastic waist-band of her silk white panties, tugging gently downwards on the flimsy garment until the sheer, flimsy material slipped softly over her slightly-lifted buttocks and down over her shapely, well-tapered legs. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his searching eyes in an almost lewd, sexually inciting position of sacrifice. She lay back against the cushions of the couch and reveled for a moment in the delicious languor of her young husband's exciting touch. She watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in rapt anticipation of the ravishment about to take place. He moved closer, placing his thumbs on the soft fleshy edges of her cunt. With a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement, he pressed the blonde hair-lined lips of her pussy apart and pressed his mouth forward against it, his long slippery tongue darting snake- like into the throbbing warmth of the smooth inner walls. Her tummy twitched and she felt a convulsive spasm of delight course up and down her spine as he began to suck slowly, teasingly, at first, nibbling at her erect clitoris with the sharp tips of his teeth. It was almost more than she could bear. Despite the thought that what he was doing to her down between her legs with his tongue was shameful and obscene, her nerves were ablaze with rising lust and she made no effort to prevent him from continuing to lick her there and give her this exquisite pleasure.
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