Chapter 3: Wife's Accidental Encounter With the Donkey

Note: Names and years have been changed to prevent deduction of actual identities!

Surprisingly it was my ex-long-term girlfriend/almost fiancée Kate that, unknowingly to me, set me up on a date with Briana (Bree for short) when we were both students during our last semester of college. They both lived in the same sorority house attending Southwest Texas State University (now Texas State University) in San Marcos. Kate and Bree shared adjoining rooms with a connecting bath and were very close friends, along with another very close friend, Shannon, who was Bree's roommate.

Kate had briefly initially introduced me to Bree a couple of years before but our class schedules, degree paths, studies and work prevented much of any socializing. Whenever I did see Bree around campus there was always a gaggle of friends surrounding her so no chance of having a conversation with her and the horde always hanging around and I did not want to have the appearance of being intruding, but Briana always smiled and waved at me when she saw me The admiration got only bigger when she appeared twice in the Girls On Campus Calendar. At times we did make lingering eye contact several times at a distance and a big smile always appeared when she saw me.

Bree was five feet eight, stunning dark cinnamon redhead, bright sparkling emerald green eyes, dark skin complexion, very firm high set full large breasts that had a very pronounced European up-tilt to them as befitting her Irish-Nordic ancestry, small nipples and small areolas. When I first introduced to Bree, I thought (and so did many people) that her breasts were surgically enhanced due to the size, shape and firmness, but they were not, just blessed with great Irish-Nordic genes! And from her college calendar shoot she had a flat muscular abdomen with a pronounced ripped definition and was darkly suntanned very well. Bree outshone any swimsuit or lingerie model!

I'm tall (6'4'') & lanky, formerly on the collegiate rodeo circuit at the time and one of the photographers for various campus organizations, majoring in photojournalism and then going to graduate school for the same.

During our last semester of college prior to entering grad school, my by-then ex-girlfriend/lover/almost fiancé but still best friend Kate had persuaded me to come with her to Cheatem Street Warehouse where Robert Earl Keen was playing. As we mingled in the close confines of the dancehall Kate saw Bree and pulled me over to her. Kate had her quirky lopsided grinning smile being beamed at me with a twinkle in her eye when she told me that just us three would be together so we can have some long overdue socializing.

It was just a little while that it seemed I was being included in Bree's conversation as if I was an old friend! I knew that Kate and Bree had been very close friends for some time, and I was pleasantly surprised that Bree seemed to know a lot about me. Briefly, I wondered why Kate and Bree and I had not socialized together before, then I quickly remembered Kate's educational drive in her Premed degree plan in obtaining her MD/PhD that took up most of her time and we had really not gone out to many parties or socialized while we were together or with other couples due to her driven study habits. This in turn assisted my own studies as we most often were together at my off-campus house and we just hit the books. As it was, Kate was graduating college in only three years with honors. Kate's decision to go to an out-of-state medical school to obtain her advanced degrees is what ended any further discussion of marriage and split us up during our last semester prior to graduate school. I always knew that Kate had a dream of being a doctor since she entered high school and I was not going to deny or affect her dream in any way, even if that meant losing her...

As we chatted in the jam-packed dance hall, someone brushed up behind Bree inadvertently spilling her beer all over me! Bree bought me a beer to make up for it and I wound up buying her one over her objections that she stilled owed me and was still embarrassed about it.

Bree mentioned she has seen me taking photographs around campus and at social events and knew I was on the rodeo team and had seen me compete quite a few times, and of course, in talking with Kate. She inquired that whenever we had seen each other, instead of just smiling and waving at each other from a distance, why I had not come up and talked to her. I explained she was always surrounded by a horde of friends and I did not want to appear to be intruding. Bree then remarked that there were many times when she wished someone had broken her free from the hordes, like me...

Man, What A Thrill! This gorgeous very popular girl knew about me! She saw me blush and it seemed her bright green emerald eyes twinkled when she saw my blush.

I did catch Bree looking surreptitiously at my wet thin button-down white dress shirt that clearly outlined my chest and matted chest hair. When she realized I knew she was looking covertly, she turned 10 shades of red and started stammering. Bree, one of the most popular girls on campus was embarrassed! Who would have thought!

We wound up talking the rest of the evening. As we talked, it became quite evident Bree knew more about me than just casual conversation between two girlfriends!

Numerous times I watch Bree gently rebuff her numerous friends and breakaway from groups that tried to use her as a nucleus to form around so we could continue talking by ourselves. We were both surprised when closing time was announced. We decided to go get a bite to eat at IHOP (International House of Pancakes) and late that night/early morning I escorted Bree and Kate back to their sorority house. With the three of us standing close together on the porch, Kate gave me a somewhat unchastely kiss goodnight with Bree broadly grinning at us, then Kate told Bree "to go ahead" and then she quickly gave Bree a light kiss on her lips and then Kate went inside...

I was confused and it must have shown! Kate had just told Bree to "go ahead", then kissed her, went inside and shut the door behind her, leaving Bree lingering on the porch with me. Bree looked at me with amusement seeing my confusion and came closer. As Bree lightly trailed one hand down my chest she said what a fantastic time she had, just the three of us, and regretted we had not started doing this a longtime ago. Then Bree surprised me by asking me out!

I stammered and said

"What about Kate? You both are best friends, and you know how serious we were about each other and she is still my best friend..."

Bree stood there with an incredulous look on her face and then stated

"Kate told me you were dense at times and this must be one of them! Kate arranged this evening for you and I. She cares that much for you..."

Bree reached up and gave me a lingering kiss on the corner of the mouth, then with a bemused look and a green twinkle in her eyes, said she would call me tomorrow!

My amicable ex-girlfriend/best friend Kate had not only given Bree her approval to date me but had actually setup this encounter! After just a few short weeks after Cheatem Street Warehouse we were quite serious and we got married while we were in our last semester of graduate school. Kate served as Maid of Honor!

As our careers took off, my job took me on trips fairly frequently and Bree mentioned she was lonely and got tired of coming home from work to the big empty ranch house and the large ranch our parents have given us upon our wedding. We had a few hundred head of cattle; couple gelded horses and just bought a donkey named Jake to keep the coyotes away from the calves, however Jake seemed to become more of a pet than a guard donkey. With our financial planning and investments, we figured if we had outside careers besides the ranch operations, by the time we were forty we could settle down to just operating the ranch.

Our friendship with Kate and her husband Rick deepened to where we were now more than best of friends after getting reacquainted at a university fundraiser a couple of years back after not seeing each other for about a year due to our careers. Rick was a good friend of mine during college and we were both on the colligate rodeo team at the same time. You can prove an old adage wrong as I did by not only still being friends with an ex-girlfriend, but also having you and your wife being best friends with an ex-girlfriend and her husband!

I would say that being best friends with Kate and Rick is an understatement we were more like family. Plus considering that Kate and I had discussed marriage ourselves but then the out-of-state medical school offer had come thru for Kate with it's 80 plus hour weeks for her for up to five years.

Kate and Rick, lived near Fredericksburg, had inherited a large family ranch with a small Arabian breeding stable, and also bred prize-winning miniature horses and ponies. Kate had also surprised everyone after graduating from college by entering medical school. Now, even though Kate had been a wild child, she was also extremely smart. She graduated college with honors in three years and got her M.D./Ph.D degree in four years - half the time it usually takes, moved back to Texas and established a very successful psychiatry, marriage counseling and couples sexual therapy practice in Austin.

Privately, she liked to jokingly remind me that it was "My Fault" that she wound up practicing couples sexual therapy! I myself thought it was because Kate was slightly hypersexual along with the things we did when were together (see Bree 1) and she undertook this path to learn more about her own sexuality.

We visited Kate and Rick frequently and also occasionally stayed there to care of their stock and their Great Dane, Trojan, while they were out of town for extended lengths at horse shows and they did the same for us.

Bree and I also enjoyed going to the dog shows and she liked the larger breeds and really liked the Great Danes, she thought they looked so regal and enjoyed their playful nature. Kate and Rick had a Great Dane who acted as a member of their family and it probably was this that convinced us to get one as well.

A year ago we wound up getting a Dane and called him Duke (aren't all Great Danes called Duke?) from the same person that Kate & Rick got Trojan. The lady we got him from specialized in size and disposition of her Danes, only raised a select few herself and consistently placed at the Westminster Dog Show the last 15 years. Kate was insistent that we bring Duke with us each time we came to visit so our dogs could be accustomed to each other and be playmates. One time on a visit, when Duke had reached full size, we were sitting by the pool and Kate looked at me with that twinkle in her eye I had known for so long and remarked to me what a "Big Boy" he turned out to be, much bigger than their own, that Bree must have a handful handling him!

It suddenly dawned on me what Kate had insinuated causing me to snort my drink thru my nose and everyone started laughing. Good thing my red face disguised the blush that I knew had developed with that remark. It instantly had flashed me back to when Kate and I were together and the things that had occurred, then another more recent memory surfaced - of a story recently told to Bree and I while we spent a week at the beach with some other old college friends (see Bree 2 – Girlfriend's Big Surprise!).

As I rose to get cleaned up, I silently glared at Kate when the others could not see. Kate gave me that slow sly grin of hers and winked at me... !

Duke and Bree quickly grew attached to each other and anyone could clearly see that Duke was "her" dog.

Recently, the stress of both our jobs decided that we both needed to get away for a vacation that did not include the usual annual family clan gathering in Colorado.

Both of our parents were very well-to-do and my parents have a lodge near Silverton, CO that was "off the grid" but did have a propane powered refrigerator, and a solar powered electrical system to power the well and water supply system. We trailered our horses as well so we could ride them in the mountains.

Two days remained of our two-week vacation and we went on a late afternoon walk with Duke. It was early summer but the temperature still got pretty cool at the heights we were located. We noted the clouds were building up but before we could get back to the cabin we got caught in a downpour.

Bree said she was going to jump into the shower to warm up and for me to light the fire and join her, after I towel Duke off. Well, I admit I did a pretty quick job of toweling Duke off while anticipating what awaited me in the shower. This shower was one of the large modern walk in ones with clear glass panels with a 45 degree bend in one panel to keep water from splashing out that you walked around to enter the shower area.

Bree looked stunning with her tall nude, suntan contrasted lithe athletic body and firm large high set breasts glistening in the shower with the sunlight cascading thru the broad windows of the house and then thru the clear glass shower panels. Bree liked to wear around our pool at the ranch, when she wore a swimsuit at all if we did not have company - Brazilian cut low rise bikinis that left the side of her hips entirely bare except for where the slender strings crossed to tie the two small bottom pieces, as well as leaving bare the front of the legs, with string micro triangle sliding tops that just barely covered her nipples and areolas.

She looked like a goddess standing under the waterfall showerhead with the sunlight streaming thru the clear glass shower panels, reflecting off her glistening toned body, her tanned and untanned contrasts of her breasts and body. Her small tight firm muscular curvaceous ass looked like tiny glaring white moons contrasted against her darkly tanned body, then the tiny twin white spotlights of the very small untanned nipple areas of her large firm up-swept breasts.

Bree and I started fooling around in the shower when Duke poked his head around the walk- in-shower and Bree saw that I did a pretty poor job of toweling Duke dry and stopped any further proceedings. Bree walked out of the shower, dried off and put on a short silk semi-sheer La Perla robe that just barely reached the curve of her small firm cheek bottoms when she was standing straight. Due to size and cut of the robe, quite a bit of large firm cleavage was also exposed. Bree had purchased this robe for our honeymoon and after several years still never failed to excite me, not to mention Bree worked out for at least an hour and a half running and lifting weights five days a week.

Bree started to towel Duke off and it was a pretty erotic sight. Bree was bent over slightly with her rear to me, (still in the shower), legs slightly spread, and the short robe had ridden halfway up her firm parted muscular buttocks.

I had a clear view of her denuded pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and slightly parted from our fooling around, and tantalizing glimpses of her nether region as she forcefully toweled Duke. Bree just had a small, narrow trimmed triangle of cinnamon colored pubic hair above her pussy, everything around her genitalia and anal areas had been lasered away, courtesy of one of her best friends who owns a laser hair clinic. The view got even better as the toweling continued as the motions caused the belt of the silk robe to loosen and the robe widely parted open allowing me to see Bree's sun tan contrasted firm heavy breasts sway with her toweling efforts.

A half hour later all three of us were sitting on the floor in front of a roaring fire. Underneath us was a large padded fake polar bear skin rug. When sitting on the floor, Duke had his usual spot with his head in her lap. Bree had on her robe and I had mine (though not like Bree's!). I had gotten champagne; strawberries and whipped crème that we enjoyed (Duke like strawberries and the whipped crème too). The fire was warm and Bree and I loosened our robes.

As I hand fed Bree the berries and crème, Bree had leaned back from her sitting position with her arms behind her to enjoy the radiant heat from the fire on the front of her body and also to enjoy my appreciative distractions viewing her partially reclined and mostly nude body, the robe was now completely unbelted, the edges loose and dangling along the back sides of her exposed breasts revealing her large full pert breasts tilted upwards, her long lean taut muscular torso - her legs slightly parted...

Duke had his long thick tongue lolling out and looked happy. I guess if I had my head in my wife's lap with her wearing nothing but a short openly parted robe and she was scratching my ears, and eating berries and cream then I'd be happy too!

I guess I was distracted from the view because as I was reaching over to feed her a berry, it slipped from my fingers and dropped onto her leg, Duke reached his tongue out and got it, and then did another couple of swipes to get the remaining cream. Bree did a slight shiver feeling his tongue on her bare leg.

"Oh My Gosh!" Bree stated "Now that's the kind of tongue you need!"

"With a tongue that long I couldn't talk" I told her.

"Yes honey, but think what else you could do with it!" Bree grinned.

"You mean lick my own dick?" I quipped.

Bree hit at me "That wasn't what I meant" she said.

Bree hit me just as I was fixing to give her a particularly large strawberry covered with a lot of whipped crème, it fell from my fingers and it hit below her navel and slid downward, Bree giggled and shivered as it slid downward from the cold sensation of the crème and the contrast of the radiant warmth from the fire on her body.

Duke's eye had tracked the falling berry and did what any other canine would do to go after a treat; he forcefully pushed his large head between the juncture of her legs spreading them as he did so and swiped his long tongue after the crème and the elusive berry.

Bree went stock still and then Duke continued swiping his long tongue licking the crème off and trying to get at the berry that evidently was on the rug directly below Bree's pussy.

"Make him stop" Bree said with a quivering voice...

Bree's body was quivering and her small nipples had gone to instant diamond hardness...

Now have you ever tried to get a 190-pound Great Dane to stop doing something that he was obviously intent on getting?

I tried anyway by pulling on his collar but that just seemed to make him bury his head deeper in Bree's parted legs. Duke could not be budged and his licking did not stop either...

"Bree, I can't get him to move" I said

"Well how about me" Bree stuttered "He won't stop licking and he is licking me ... you know ... down there..."

With Bree's stuttering, which I have come to know she does when she is embarrassed or is not in control of a situation; I reappraised what was going on:

Bree was still reclining back on her arms, her legs now involuntarily spread from Duke's massive head forcing its way between the juncture of her legs to lick the crème and get at the berry. Bree's breathing had increased and became rapid - her exposed gorgeous tan contrasted chest heaving her hard nipple up-turned breasts upwards with every breath. The berry-covered crème must have slid down the length of her pussy before dropping to the rug and was now trapped in cleft of her curvaceous pretty ass

"Doesn't it feel good?" I asked

I hoped Bree did not notice the gleam in my eye that I was sure was present.

"Oh yeah it feels good" she protested "But ... but it's Duke"

"Right now he looks like a horny male eating the hot pussy of a gorgeous woman," I said.

"Well still you ... OHHHHH!"

As Duke shoved further causing Bree to jump a little, his huge head forcefully spreading her legs slightly wider apart

"But ... but it feels good..."

I was splitting my sides. My cock had also gotten very hard...

"I guess you should enjoy it till he gets tired of it then"

I softly whispered to Bree to remember Kate's philosophy? "If It Feels Good, Then Do It" "If you are mentally and physically comfortable with an idea and it does not harm you or a willing partner then, why not? Go For It!"

I couldn't tell if Bree was paying attention to what I said or not!' I noticed that before I even started talking she had started to slowly spread her legs farther apart as I caressed her back and leg and now Bree had her legs splayed widely apart so her pussy was totally exposed, she leaned back against me and tilted her pussy mound up into the greedily licking tongue. Now Duke was able to really go to town, evidently he must have gotten interested in something else after the crème was licked up and caught Bree's scent from arousal from our early encounter in the shower and now from the inadvertent licking of her pussy. Bree noted the long tongue was hot and raspy, but not particularly wet -- it felt wonderful!

Her pussy lips had flowered wide-open to the energetic tongue lashing, her labia lips were already engorged and swollen, better, I could see that Bree's clit was rock hard and clearly protruding out, visibly palpitating repeatedly from the effects of the stimulating tongue. Then Bree jumped as I saw the tip of his tongue seem to go in her about two inches then lick up to her clit. Bree moaned loudly when he did this and angled her pussy further up. She apparently was in for the long haul. I decided that since Bree was a little tongue-tied right now that I would suck on her nipples. As Bree felt my hot mouth on her small taut nipple, she slowly moved a hand to grasp my cock - she let out a little gasp and quickly glanced at me when she felt how hard and throbbing it was. Bree let out a low deep moan from Duke lapping at her pussy and lapping his tongue into her tight vaginal opening and me at her nipples, and then Bree came in a loud explosive orgasm.

"You want me to make him stop now hon?" I asked.

"Forget it ... it feels real good now" she replied "Just don't spread this around!"

As Bree spoke this she increased the jacking of my almost ten-inch thick throbbing cock. My cock felt almost painful being this hard!

"Yeah –yeah-yeah..." Bree moaned, trembling violently

I knew how good Bree's pussy tasted and I guess she tasted pretty good to Duke. He now had his nose buried deep in her. His tongue must have been lapping a good four inches in her now, probing far deeper than any man's tongue had ever gone - Bree was getting fucked by his tongue! As I watched she lifted her trim firm ass higher. Bree begged me to fuck her then. I told her that I wasn't about to make the Duke mad until he was finished.

Bree was rapidly jacking my cock now. I realized if she kept this up and watching her and Duke, I was quickly going to cum all over her.

Bree had turned a little on her side and had slightly cocked one leg up; Duke had moved around to get a better angle to lap her pussy. Duke's hindquarters were now toward her head. I was sucking a nipple when I heard Bree gasp and utter "Holy Shit!" I looked up to see her staring at the huge, and I mean huge hard cock that was quivering beneath him. Her mouth had fallen open in unabashed shock and awe as she caught sight of the immensely long and immensely thick tapered, red cock protruding from its sheath like a huge bludgeon. I am fairly large myself at almost ten inches with more than decent girth but this had me beat!

It looked almost as fat as a Coke bottle and from what was exposed and what I could see was still sheathed I estimated it was probably just past eleven inches long from the tip to the slight bulge that was the beginning of his knot, then another 21/2 inches to the base of his knot, so altogether about a little more than thirteen inches in total length!

Looking at Bree's enraptured look it was clear her inhibitions had melted away in the intense heat of her desire and I could see her mind reeled with lashings of lust as she gazed at the cock in profile. I couldn't resist pushing how far she may go...

"Looks like he wants something else" I said

"He must have the biggest case of blue balls anyone ever had, it has to be painful, it is for all guy's ... until they get some relief" I added.

Bree's eyes were glued to his cock and balls, fascinated. She knew she had caused Duke to have a huge erection and she rationalized she was obliged to give him some relief. Her past boyfriends had even told her the same thing! By their descriptions and the way they popped off so quickly when she gave them hand jobs she knew it was pleasurable agony till they did pop off.

Giving him a hand job was only a little naughty and similar to what Duke had given her. And, she could not deny it - she was more aroused than she had ever been before and knew it would be tremendously exciting to have that huge hot throbbing cock shaft in her stroking fist, much, much bigger and hotter than any she had ever jacked off, not that there had been that many...

Bree tentatively reached under Duke. I almost shot my load then as she grasped the huge red cock. Duke started to slowly hump her hand like he was fucking, slowly Bree smiled. I thought that a male was a male even if it was a dog! Duke seemed to sense something and he moved closer. The huge cock was right above her face. Bree stroked it and looked at it with a distant look in her eyes.

I had to move aside then.

Duke was crowding me from my wife, or was my wife crowding me???

Bree was beyond any civilized thinking now as the Duke kept driving his tongue relentlessly into her tilted up pussy. When I moved aside she had put the hand she was stroking my cock with on Duke's cock to join her other hand.

With one hand before the other one there was still way plenty of cock left over, and she could not even close her hands even half way around the cock. She took one of her hands off and again reached for my cock, then Bree started languidly jacking both of our cocks while she pushed her pussy onto his nose harder.

I watched as Bree skimmed her hand up and down, lightly at first and then tightening her grip started to jack energetically. His cock hammered in her grip as Duke fucked his cock through her stroking fist.

His cock seemed to get even bigger to both of us. Surprisingly - I watched as Bree moved partially under Duke!

I watched as Bree slid her tongue across her sensual lower lip and her mouth parted slightly, clearly she had abandoned to wholly unrestrained passion now, all of her inhibitions gone. I knew it would not be long before he started shooting precum and Bree was going to get the surprise of her life if she did not get out from under him...

Just as I completed the thought, a long powerful hot jet squirted onto her heaving hard nipple breasts.

"OH!" Bree gasped.

But she did not relinquish her grip or her jacking as she continued to jerk his cock as she kept it levered down - aimed at her heaving breasts as it continued to squirt powerful jets of hot precum, coating her breasts, her hard nipples dripping milky liquid and running between her cleavage down the flat plane of her taut muscular stomach.

A look of awe came over Bree's face. I knew she had jacked off a few of her past boyfriends, she had told me so, she was not serious enough with them to go all the way, just one other guy besides me, but never had she seen a man shoot out such a great amount as this.

Bree whispered "he sure came a lot and he is still hard"

I explained to Bree that was still just precum, he still has not orgasmed, you can tell because his knot has not really developed yet and nowhere near the full size it could be.

I should have realized, from the way she was looking at it, that she was thinking of doing something else with it. I didn't get it till I saw she had a wild look in her eyes, Bree had this incredible look of primal lust that literally shouted:

I WANT TO BE FUCKED! I WANT TO BE FUCKED NOW! I WANT TO BE FUCKED HARD!

Bree was seething with lust, inspired by the naughty thing she had allowed to be done to her, and that she had done. Naughty it might be – but what a fucking thrill it had been! The dark knowledge as exciting as the acts themselves had been.

My sweet wife had aroused some primitive deep-seated single-minded desire that could only be met and fulfilled by wanton abandonment to pure sexual fulfillment!

Bree reached and pulled me between her legs. She wanted to fuck and I didn't want her getting mad. Her pussy was wet and openly parted for me, her swollen engorged pussy lips open like the petals of a flower, gleaming pink with moisture, her body had developed a slight glistening perspiration sheen and I slowly pushed my almost ten inch cock all the way into her tight love tunnel, meeting tightly clinging resistance all the way as she repeatedly humped her tight pussy onto it.

I always had difficulty entering Bree's vagina due to her tightness. Her gynecologist had told her she had an unusual tight vaginal entrance as well as a narrow vaginal sheath. We had learned to do extensive foreplay and keep a bottle of Bad-Dragon Cum Lube around just in case, but this time ... her unbridled passion had her urgently humping her pussy onto my cock!