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   Doggie Style

   My wife came home around nine this morning.  I was drinking a cup of
coffee and watching the television.  She had spent the night with some
friends.  I had let her go home with my cousin, but I knew he was not the
only one that had `spent time' with her.

   He dropped her off and left.  She looked really tired.  Her hair was a
mess and her t-shirt was stained.  "Hi, beautiful," I said, standing up and
walking over to her.  I kissed her and sent her to the shower.  She came
out a couple minutes later, looking refreshed.  She was wearing only a pair
of pajama pants.  Out in the open, her big tits swayed as she walked over
towards me.  I smiled, staring at my wife's magnificent body.

   "So, how was your night out?" I asked.

   "Busy," she said, with a smile.

   "Oh yeah?  Tell me about it."

   "Well, here," she handed me a thumb drive.  "He said you should look at
this."

   I took it from her and plugged it into my laptop.  The drive contained
over fifty pictures of Carole getting fucked.  It wasn't a surprise that my
cousin had invited over several of his buddies.  The pictures were of the
guys using my wife over and over.  The pictures were great.  My dick grew
as I clicked through them.

   "So, looks like you had a great time," I said, looking over at her.  She
saw me looking at her tits and she `shimmied' her shoulders making her tits
shake back and forth.  I reached over and took hold of one, lifting it up
and squeezing it.  "You are amazing," I said, never looking up.  "Did you
get any sleep at all?"

   "No."

   "But still, after a night of getting gang-banged, you are still up to
being fucked by your husband." I stood up and dropped my pants.  My long
thick cock sprang free.  I sat back down and pulled her face down onto my
lap.  My cock went right into her mouth.  She sucked it hard, reaching up
and cupping my balls.  "God, you are good at that.  I guess you get a lot
of practice, huh?" I said.

   "Mmmmhmmm," she mumbled around my cock.

   "You like to suck cock, don't you?"

   "Mmmmm."

   "Did you suck cock this morning before you came home?"

   "Hmmhumm," she said.

   "How many?" She held up four fingers.  "Four?" I smiled, looking down at
her deep-throating me.  "You are such a fucking slut."

   "Mmmmm."

   "God, that's good," I panted, leaning back and letting her go at it. 
She started bobbing her head up and down faster on my cock.  I could feel
my orgasm building.  Not wanting to cum to early, I pushed her off.

   Gasping, I said, "Take off those pants." She stood and, looking into my
eyes, slowly pulled down her pajamas.  She stepped out of them and stood
naked in front of me.  She looked used.  Her pussy lips were distended and
red.  I pulled her over closer to me.  Pinching a lip between the thumb and
first-finger of each hand, I pulled down and apart, spreading her pussy
wide open.

   "Beautiful," I said, holding them apart.  "A well-fucked pussy." I let
go, but her lips retracted only a little.  They stayed open and separated.
"A REALLY well-fucked pussy." I shoved two fingers up inside her.

   She purred.  "Oh...."

   "You want me to stick my dick in there, don't you?" I started to thrust
my fingers in and out of her.  Her eyes closed, enjoying it.

   "Yes....please...."

   "Beg for it..." I flicked my thumb across her clit.

   "Please..." she gasped.

   "Please what?"

   "Please fuck me..."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "I want you to fuck my pussy with your big dick."

   "You were just gang-fucked, you slut.  Now you want more cock?" I
teased.

   "Oh, God...yes, please...fuck me," she groaned, as I worked a third
finger inside her.

   The doorbell rang....and then again.  "What the fuck?" I said,
frustrated.

   "Hey, it's me....George," a voice came through the intercom.

   "Oh, shit..." I said, standing up.  "I forgot." I looked at her for a
second and then said, "Go get your collar.  Put it on and get into position
right there on the floor." I pointed.  "I'll get rid of him and be right
back." I walked to the door.

   Standing behind the door, I opened it and looked around it.  "George," I
said, "sorry, I forgot you were coming over.  Well...Carole just got home
and we were in the middle...." His face just said, `so what?'

   I sighed and opened the door.  He laughed when he saw my stiff cock
pointing up into the air.  "Come on," he said, stepping through the door
and around me.  "You can fuck that bitch anytime.  I don't visit often and
we got business." He stopped me from closing the door.  "I got my dog with
me," he said.  "Can I bring him in?"

   "Uh," there was no blood in my brain; it was all in my other head.  "I
guess."

   He whistled and a huge dog jumped out of his car and ran over.  The
Great Dane followed us in.  I jumped and George laughed when the dog pushed
his nose up my ass.  "Stop that," he scolded.

   When we got into the living room, my wife was sitting naked, as
instructed, on her knees on the floor, her hands crossed behind her back.
She didn't look up at first, but when she did, her face showed the
disappointment.  She didn't move though.  "Sorry," I mouthed silently to
her.  She smiled weakly at me.

   "You are still as sexy as ever," George told her, sitting down in the
chair next to her.  The giant dog sat on the floor right next to him.

   Carole saw the dog and looked scared for a second.  With both of them
sitting on the floor, the dog was taller than her.

   "Looks like you will have to wait," I told her.  I looked at George, "Be
right back, going to put some shorts on."

   "Don't stop on my account," he said, looking at my naked wife. 
"Besides, I need you focused on business...not on pussy...especially that
fine pussy.  And we sure don't mind watching, do we Bud?" he patted the dog
on the head and then scratched his ears.

   It wasn't what I had planned, but I did need to take the edge off.  My
cock was so hard it ached.  So I sat down on the couch and waved her over.
Smiling, she crawled on her hands and knees over to me.

   "Nice collar," George said.  He looked at the dog.  "Almost like yours,
huh Bud."

   I looked over at the dog.  George was right, they were almost the same.
I laughed, "Guess we have the same taste for decorating our pets."

   He laughed with me.  I had decided to do this first one quickly and then
get business done with George, so I could spend some quality time with my
slave wife.  When she crawled up to me, I scooted up to sit on the edge of
the couch, and took her head into my hands.  I pulled her face up to my
dick.  She stayed on her hands and knees while I face-fucked her.

   I saw George grinning as he watched my wife; her tits swinging in
reaction to the pounding her mouth was taking.  I reached over her and
slapped her butt.  "Wiggle that ass," I said as my balls pushed against her
chin.  She seductively moved her ass...I slapped it again.

   "I've never seen a woman take that much cock down her throat," George
said in admiration, "and that ass is so temping, huh Bud?"

   I looked over and saw George still petting the dog, who was, himself,
watching Carole's ass wiggle.  I looked back down at my wife, who was now
sucking my balls.  Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dog get up
and move towards Carole.

   She didn't see it, so when the dog pushed his cold nose up to her pussy
she jumped.  She tried to look around, but I had a firm grip on her head
and was forcing my cock back down her throat.  "Suck me, bitch," I moaned.

   The dog licked her pussy.  I'm pretty sure she hoped that George had
done it, but I knew she was worried.  It must have been good, though,
because I felt Carole's body shudder.  The dog licked again...and then
again.  Carole sucked harder.

   Then the dog backed up and started moving back and forth behind her, as
if he was sizing her up.  Then, in one quick move, the dog reared up and
put his feet on her back.  He started humping air.  Carole, knowing exactly
what was happening, tried to move away.

   "Stay put," I ordered, my climax getting close.  "Suck me, bitch..." I
continued forcefully face-fucking her.

   The dog's humping started to get more and more accurate until, finally,
he pushed his long wet cock inside my wife's pussy.  When I saw that, I
came...and came hard.  My cock gushed down her throat.  She swallowed and
swallowed until I was done.  Then I released her head and stood up.  I
moved over on the couch and sat closer to George, both of us getting a side
view of the doggie action.

   By now the dog was at full speed.  He was fucking Carole for all he was
worth.  Carole, too scared to move, just stayed on her hands and knees and
let him take her.  He growled and snarled as he fucked my wife.

   "I didn't know your wife was such a willing dog-fucker," George said,
never taking his eyes off the action.

   "I didn't either," I said truthfully, surprised at the look on her
face...one of absolute submission.

   "Look at her," he continued, "she loves it."

   I wasn't positive he was right, but she sure didn't seem to hate it. 
Her eyes were closed and she was getting that vacant look she gets when she
is concentrating on someone fucking her.  The dog was going crazy, snarling
and humping my wife.

   "Oh...what....oh..." Carole groaned.  The dog pushed as far in as he
could and held.  I didn't know it at the time, but a huge knot had
developed and was keeping him firmly buried in my wife's pussy.

   "Oh, no..." she started to mumble.  "Oh, God..."

   George started laughing.  "He's cumming," he explained.  "Good boy," he
yelled at the snarling dog.  "Fuck that bitch..."

   A minute later, the dog stopped and tried to climb off.  Carole tried to
move away as well, but the two were firmly attached.  "He's stuck," she
groaned.  "Oh, no...please..."

   "Don't worry," George told her.  "His swelling will go down, just stay
still." Carole stayed attached to the dog for several minutes, until,
finally, he pulled free.  George got up and attached a leash to his collar
and led him back over next to the chair.  The dog laid down next to him.

   I got up and put a leash on Carole and led her over to the couch.  Still
panting, she laid down on the couch next to me.

   "Bud do a good job?" George asked her.

   Carole didn't respond, so I did.  "Looked like she had a great time," I
said.  I reached down, grabbed her left tit and squeezed.

   "Yeah, I thought so too," he agreed.  "The little bitch seemed to take
right to it.  Like the doggie cock, don't you?"

   I got up and went into the bedroom, put on some shorts and returned. 
For the next hour, George and I talked over a business proposal.  The dog
slept on the floor and Carole napped with her head in my lap.

   "If this goes through with these guys, it is going to make us a
butt-load of money," George said when we finished the planning session.

   "Agreed," I said.  "I think this calls for a drink." I carefully moved
my sleeping wife's head off my lap and stood up.  I went into the kitchen
and brought a couple beers back.  We both opened a beer and toasted the
deal.

   We sat quietly for several minutes.  George watched my sleeping wife.  I
have to admit, she looked wonderful...sleeping naked next to me. 
Eventually he said, "Do you mind if I get some of that before I go?"

   I knew that's what he was thinking.  "Sure," I said quietly.  "Go
ahead."

   Smiling, he got up and moved over to her.  Gently, he scooped her up in
his arms.  Careful not to wake her completely, he carried her into one of
the guest bedrooms.  He left the door open.

   A couple minutes later, I heard him grunt.  "God, your ass is tight."

   She started letting out a small squealing noise in time with the squeak
of the bedsprings.  George started moaning loudly.  "God, your ass is so
good...  you like it up the ass, don't you?  Fuck...Ahhh, I'm cumming...I'm
cumming..." The squeaking slowed and then stopped.

   After several minutes of silence, I heard, "You are such a fucking slut.
You'll fuck anything won't you?  My dick is still up your ass and you still
want to fuck.  Tell me you like it up the ass....Tell me!"

   "You know I do," my wife admitted.  "I like it up the ass."

   "I know you do," George continued.  "You liked my dog fucking you too,
didn't you?  Didn't you!"

   I heard him slap her.  I got up and peeked into the room.  She was still
on the bed, with him next to her.  He had her hands behind her back, his
left hand holding them tight.  He slapped her ass with his free hand. 
SMACK!  "You like to be spanked?" he asked.  SMACK!  "Tell me," he
persisted.  SMACK!

   "Yes," she moaned.

   SMACK!  He hit her again.  "So, you like to be spanked." SMACK!  "You
like to be ass-fucked." SMACK!  "You like to be gang-raped." SMACK!  "And
you like to be fucked by dogs." SMACK!  "You just like to be used like a
fucking slut, don't you?" SMACK!  This time after he hit her, he pushed two
fingers into her wet pussy.

   "Oh, God...Yes," she moaned again.

   He saw me at the doorway.  Looking directly at me, he asked her, "You
know I have three more big dogs don't you?" She didn't answer.  "Would you
like it if I took you home and fed you to them?  SMACK!  He hit her again.
"Tell me, you fucking bitch." SMACK!  "You want to be gang-raped by my
dogs?" SMACK!  "Tell me...tell me, you liked being fucked by my dog and you
want more doggie cock." SMACK!  He pushed three fingers into her snatch.

   "Oh, God...yes....yes...Yes!"

   "Yes, what?" SMACK!  Three fingers again.

   "Oh, God...I want your dogs to fuck me...all of
them...please...please...."

   He smiled at me.  I shrugged and turned to go to bed.  The next morning
when I checked my email, I saw an email from George.  It had four
attachments.  Each attachment was a picture of Carole being fucked by one
of his dogs.  The text of the email only said"

   "I'll bring your wife back tomorrow.  The dogs should be done with her
by then.
   George"