Chapter 7

George got down on the floor with his naked wife. He still marveled at the fantastic transformation that had taken place in just one week. He grabbed her, pulling her into his strong arms.

"I still can't get over the change in you, Lotty."

Charlotte melted into his heavenly embrace. Khan still sniffed his cold nose at her ass. She rubbed her body against her husband. Her body raged with a fiery passion that only his cock could quench. She wriggled out of his arms.

"What are you... going to do?" he groaned as her mouth began a feverish descent from his neck to his belly.

"Eat your body while Khan licks me." She brought her mouth back up to his nipples. "I want you to be completely satisfied with the new me. I want to know that you're deliriously happy and still in love with me before we go home."

He looked at her and held her tenderly. The loving silence and the way he cradled her told her what she wanted to know.

"I do, baby. I do," he said with a gentle tenderness. Her teeth began nipping him. "Christ, you're perfect!"

She looked up at him. "You haven't fucked me yet!"

She bent her head, ready and anxious to undertake the task of getting him hard again. She clawed his taut groin, her lips and tongue working overtime on the limp piece of cock flesh lying on his thigh. She crawled between his legs, perching her ass up for Khan's delight. Her tongue slapped wildly on George's cock.

"Khan's tongue is fucking me, George. His tongue is in my pussy."

George groaned his response. His head was in the clouds. She was everything he had dreamed of. His senses were being bombarded with sexuality--she reeked of it. "How does it feel, baby? Tell me what Khan is doing." With his passion sated for the moment, he was able to revel in what the Doberman was doing to his wife. A tremor seized him, seeing the dog's rump swaying in back of Charlotte, knowing that his tongue was touching and licking her cunt.

Charlotte slapped her tongue on George's limp prick and stopped to speak. "His tongue is almost as deep in my pussy as his cock when he fucks me." She bit her husband's inner thigh flesh with playful nips. "Roll over, honey."

George moaned as her mouth urgently followed him, biting the cheeks of his ass. "Nnnnnn, baby!" Her tongue was soaking the flesh of his ass and thighs. "God damn, you're fantastic, honey!"

"We're going to be happy from now on," Charlotte mewed. "Our sex-life will never be what it was again."

Her hand skimmed under his body, grasping his cock. As she held his limp prick, she soaked his asshole with her drool, then buried her face between his twin ass cheeks and licked the wrinkled hole. Has hand squeezed his prick rhythmically all the while.

George squirmed, his wife's mouth driving him crazy. She stirred the embers in his balls, stoked the fire, and brought his passion fire back to a roaring incinerator again. He heaved a gasp, a moaning rumble.

"Inside! Stick your tongue in my asshole!"

"You want me to lick out your ass the way Khan is licking out mine?" she mewed wantonly.

"Uhhhh... yeaaaaah..." He was delirious.

She purred, her nails scratching her husband's ass cheeks. "Khan's tongue is in my asshole now. Ooooo, he's reaming out my ass. Reaming it deep as hell!" She plunged her face back to her husband's ass and plowed her tongue into his-ass canal. She reamed George as the Doberman reamed her narrow shitter. Khan's prick throbbed, his tongue whipping deep inside Charlotte's ass. He snarled, pressing his wet, snorting muzzle beyond the wrinkled crack into her tiny asshole.

"Ahhhhhhnnnnn..." Charlotte's muted sounds were lost in her husband's ass. She clawed George's groin, manipulating his cock with her other hand. She licked him down behind his balls, humming, sending vibrations up through his body to his hardening prick, Craving to show her husband everything she learned, Charlotte crawled over to the coffee table and sprawled herself out on her back, her ass scooting down until her pussy was flush with the edge of the table.

"Watch me, George, watch me take the dog's prick."

George's prick was stiffening. He rubbed it, his eyes following the contour of her petite naked body, her legs opened wide for the giant Doberman's hulking cock.

"C'mon, you fabulous doggie. Khan! Fuck me! Show my husband how good you are!" She humped her pussy in a lascivious manner, her ass slapping against the smooth surface of the table.

Khan whimpered at Charlotte and padded to the meaty pussy that was being offered to him. Standing between her outstretched legs, he licked upward along her pussy crack, cunt-cream oozing out freely over his pointed snout. He slurped around in the steamy depths of her bubbling cunt.

George's mouth dropped. He came closer, feeling Charlotte's tits and squeezing the pulpy meat. His prick throbbed again. Blood gorged his prick again, turning it once again into a piece of fiery steel.

Charlotte leered at her husband from glassy emerald eyes. "His tongue is so deep!" She slapped the table with her hands, and the dog immediately leaped up, lunging his gigantic hard-on at the waiting hot oozing pussy.

"Aaaaaaahhh! GEORGE! He's in MEEEE!" She met the dog's thrusts with her jabbing hips, feeling his cock reach deep. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she said to Khan, mauling his sleek hairy body, humping her cunt on his prick, feeling his thick doggie cock stretch the tight pulsating walls of her pussy.

Khan's eyes glowed. He licked Charlotte's flushed cheeks, his hot breath warming her face. He whimpered, his hind legs dancing, his heavy balls swaying and haphazardly whacking into Charlotte's wet, juicy ass. His neck strained, his fangs bared, his prick swelled to the limit. He began to howl his pleasure.

Charlotte gave George a dreamy expression, her hips jerking on their own power. "He's so deep! He's stretching my pussy for your gorgeous cock, honey!"

"Your asshole. Let him fuck your ass!" His voice was cracking with lust.

"Ooooooh, George." She began to jerk away from the dog's lunging cock, her hands pushing the huge Doberman away.

"Khan! No! No! Stop. I want you to fuck my ass."

Khan pulled out, whining, yelping, Charlotte's hands shoving him away. He licked his long giant cock with his thick broad tongue. There was cunt juice smeared all over it.

"Oooooo, shit, George," Charlotte panted heavily. "Help me roll over."

"I have a better idea. You ride me. The dog will fuck you like you suggested earlier. I want both your holes stuffed with cockmeat."

"Ooooo, yesssss," she moaned enthusiastically, rolling off the table, her eye catching sight of her husband's gargantuan prick. "Ohhhhh, yessssss." Exuberantly, she pushed George onto his back and grabbed his cock, straddling him.

George was amazed. He couldn't get over it. She was definitely a sexual animal. He jabbed up, his hands grabbing each tit.

"Noooo," she purred, dragging the head of his cock through her seething cunt. "You lay still. It's my show. When we're back home, I'll belong to you again, body and soul."

George dropped back, willing to give in. Wasn't this what he always wanted? He grunted, content to let her have her own way. He was ecstatic!

Charlotte crammed the head of George's prick between the loose puffy lips of her cunt, swallowing the bulbous head. She released his cock and remained poised, ready to pounce any second. She was reeling in happiness. She rocked back and forth, the room spinning, her passion bubbling in her veins.

"You ready?"

George nodded that he was ready.

Charlotte plunged down at once, impaling herself on his stiff prick. She swooned, her body stuffed with her husband's cockmeat. It was as if they were fucking for the first time.

She held steady, unmoving, gazing into his face. "You're throbbing, honey." She leaned back, her tits pointing up at the ceiling. She clawed her way down her body until she pressed a finger into her belly. "I can feel you all the way up in here."

Quickly, she came back into position, keeping his cock buried to the hilt, holding it tight with every muscle in her overheated pussy.

"Khan! Come and lick." She slapped the jiggling cheeks of her ass and leaned forward. Her tits huge in her husband's face, enticingly accessible for him to paw.

Khan rushed over, his long red cock jutting out, looking meaner and thicker than before. The pointed cock tip seeped the jizz of his heavy balls. He caught the exotic scent of Charlotte's turned-on body. He ran his tongue from her cock- filled pussy up her ass crack.

"Did you feel his tongue?" she asked her husband, her mouth parted in a deliciously lewd expression as the dog swiped his tongue along her deep ass crack.

George nodded, feeling the dog's tongue lap eagerly on his balls and the base of his cock where the juices from Charlotte's pussy had settled. "He's licking my cock!"

"Like it?" she cooed, shivering in ecstasy. She bent forward and licked her tongue across George's mouth. "Uhhhh... his tongue is licking my ass now!" She swiped her tongue over her husband's mouth again. "He's licking me like that."

"Baby, baby, baby," he groaned, his hands anxiously roaming over his wife's lithe, sizzling body. "Jesus, honey!" He jabbed up, his prick throbbing in her tight pussy.

"Not yet," she moaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the force of George's jabbing cock. "Sssoooon. Wait until Khan's cock is in my asshole first."

Anxious for it to happen, George reached around his wife's hips and spread the firm cheeks of her ass, exposing the delights of her wrinkled hold to the dog's muzzle.

She wriggled, jabbing back at Khan. "C'mon... come onnnnn!" she urged the dog. She was becoming frantic. The desire to have her asshole plundered by the dog was an overwhelming obsession. "Ooooo, fuck me, Khan. Fuck my ass." She wiggled her cunt on her husband's cock.

George held her ass cheeks apart, the dog's tongue cleaning his balls as Charlotte's pussy continued to flow. He tightened, the look in his wife's eyes driving him berserk. "Yessss, Khan, fuck her pretty little asshole."

Khan's snout jabbed the round wrinkled opening. He sniffed, then barked, his prick swinging like a bat. He whimpered and nipped her ass, his passion pounding inside his achy balls. Still whimpering, he jumped up, his huge paws landing on Charlotte's back.