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Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 01

By: Gofore



Chapter 1

Hello and welcome to my world. This is a true to life on going saga I am living in at this very moment. The names have been changed to protect the... well, the involved for there are no innocent. My name is also not what you will read here. Let me explain. I'm White Dog and my arch nemesis is Black Dog. All men are Dogs and all women are Felines in my world. I like the opposition, being black & white, as if in life things are so easily divided into such simple terms. My wife is Yellow Feline. My wife is Asian from the South Pacific, hence 'Yellow'. So therefore I must be Caucasian witch I am, and Black Dog must be African-American witch he is. Get the picture now? I said all this to validate my story of changed names so I could get to the simplification of who's who in this love triangle. From this point on I will refer to myself as 'I' or 'me', Black Dog will be 'D' and Feline will be 'Fe'. See? Now let's move on into our tail of adventure and intrigue, frustration and elation. 

A couple of months ago at a party, my wife Fe nonchalantly informed me she had kissed a coworker at her new job. She is working in janitorial in a local middle school in the state of Oregon. She assured me it was nothing, but she felt guilty and wanted to bring it out in the open. I felt she had been wonderful for both, feeling guilty about a nothing kiss and for being brave enough to tell me even when if the tables had been turned she'd have cut my 'you know whats off. 

In the conversation I asked, "On the lips or cheek?" 

She said on the lips. 

"Open or closed mouth?"

She said "Open for about ten minutes only." 

I thought about our 12 years of marriage and how I had neglected and mistreated her, being verbally abusive with my bad attitude and selfish with my time. When we'd have sex she'd note she always had to ask, witch was true. When we had sex I always felt like it was going to be a bother to clean up afterwards instead of realizing how much of a joy it was during. I had driven her to follow the course Mother-Nature established between cats and dogs. When one shows the other attention and a hunger for passion, it's natural to respond in kind if there is room for mutual interest. I had left room, a lot of room, and I knew it... now. I didn't blame my wife for this new development in our lives. It was my own damn fault.

Well, later I asked her for a little more detail, who, where, what else, etc. You can follow the line of my curiosity. This is when she said it started out as just a thank you hug and kiss on the cheek for opening the door so she could recover her keys locked there in. But he turned his head and their lips grazed lightly together. I asked who he is and she informed me he is a coworker named Black Dog. His friends call him Mighty Dog. She just calls him D. He works two jobs, the first as custodial at a store that sells medical supplies. He gets his employee discount so he wears medical scrubs all the time. She described him as a friendly young black man about my height, 5'11" with a couple missing teeth and slightly bad breath, shaved bald head, around 30 something, and no gut... unlike mine. He is strong and ruggedly hansom. She said she liked his eyes but not as much as mine. His legs are not as nice as mine either. His skin is a light brown. It was only a couple of kisses and they meant nothing, and nothing else happened, and she feels real bad about the whole thing, and it would never happen again, it's over. 

Let me take a moment to describe my Fe to you. She is a 5 foot petite Asian woman with large breasts and a shapely figure that will turn heads. D proved this. Her hair is jet black shoulder length and straight. She often wears it in a pony tail making her look like a sassy exotic teen. Her skin's like caramel from head to toe. Her breasts are pendulous and when she rides on top they look so delicious as they sway and bounce before my eyes. Sorry I was having a daydream there for a minute. I'm back now. Her nipples are like large dark chocolate kisses with brown raisins atop. Her smile is nice and toothy. Her nose she thinks is too flat but I think it is perfect. Her eyes are like deep pools of black oil. There is a lot of the Spanish in her people. They also look a bit like the Polynesians or Hawaiians. Oh, I almost forgot the most exciting part. Her pussy is a rich burnt umber brown/red with soft folds of flesh and a button clit. The scent is like a fresh morning dew in a musky glade. As for her bush, when she had one it too was jet black, but now she is shaved naked by my hand. Can you picture all this?

I was fascinated by this subject of the intimacy with her coworker, so I asked her on several occasions how she felt about it, about him. 

She got mad and defensive some times and didn't want to talk about it exclaiming, "It's over!" 

Other times we'd slide into the discussion and delve into the minutia with ease. On these occasions I sported a turgid hard-on the entire time. I wanted to know the details of a ten minute kiss explaining to her that in ten minutes I could have my hands on her breasts. "Did he never try to touch your breasts?" I enquired. 

"NO", she snapped back. She was defensive as I continued to grope for answers. She explained, maybe it wasn't ten minutes. You know how time flies when you're having fun? Maybe it was just a few minutes. 

I said I'd have a hard-on for at least half of a ten minute kiss, did he? 

She barked, "NO". 

I pressed about how they started. 

The first was accidental. She said she could tell he liked her from the way he acted around her. That first night they hugged, she explained again for me, she had locked her keys in the room she had just cleaned and had to find help to get them out. No one answered their radios and that's when she saw D working. She asked him for help and he was happy to assist. As they went and entered the room they talked about some of his family problems. She offered a comforting friendly hug as well as to say thanks for letting her back in, her lips grazed his cheek accidentally as he turned his head. It was all very innocent at first but her passions made it feel like much more than it really was. 

I found later while making love to her she'd divulge little secrets. I actually found I was looking FWD to seduce her. Like a dog I wanted to hump her all the time. I was hungry for my wife again. I thanked D for opening my eyes. She didn't like our pillow talk on the surface but revealed a lot about what actually happened over the past several weeks between them. 

The first kisses were about ten minutes each and in different locations. The first kiss, she turned her head and kissed him. The kisses were very passionate with sucking of tongues and biting of lips. 

We began role-playing this because I like feeling the tingle of my lips long after the kiss. It is so hot and thinking of her in this black Dog's arms was driving me nuts with desire to hear more. I knew that this meant these kisses were much more than just simple kisses between concerned friends. 

She explained they had their hands like this, hers were up his back and his were over her shoulders and down her back. They were both standing. We reenacted the scene. The lights were on. She got paranoid and shooed him away after ten minutes or so.

One day after work I being still fixated on the thought, asked again and Fe nearly broke down in tears confessing it had happened again last night. This was their third kiss. She swore she wanted it to stop and was so mad at herself for letting it happen again. But she feels like there is a magnet between them whenever he comes to see her. 

"What happened", I asked? 

She explained she was in the Special Education room when D came again to her. She had a broken dust pan and he brought her a new one. She offered him a hug thanks and they kissed. 

I asked her if she didn't think it would turn into a kiss. 

She said she knew it would but she couldn't help herself. 

I asked for details and she huffed away as if I was making things worse. I again got excited and tempted her into bed for some role-playing. We got excited and I started my play making her pretend I was D. I asked Fe to tell me about it again, every detail. We performed each act as she described it. We started to hump like rabbets. 

I pressed on asking her, "Who's fucking you?" 

She was so wonderful and sexually delicious as I heard her little voice in her broken English say, "Fuck me D, oh YES D FUCK ME HARDER, D DEEPER D FUCK ME D OH D, your buto feels so good deep inside me D, THAT'S SO OH GOOOOOOD D! YESSSSSSSSsssssss!" 

She explained while in her state of euphoria that she wanted to kiss him so badly and had completely forgotten about me and the family. All she could think about was his lips and tongue sucking and biting hers and her biting and sucking on his, holding him tightly in her arms as he held her in his, their bodies pressed tightly together romantically. When he took her hands she moved quickly in for the kiss with hunger driving her, like this. We reenacted each step and it was so fucking HOT. 

They were in the open with the lights on and again she got paranoid. She thought she saw someone and stopped kissing D. He took this as his cue to go, but she stopped him and suggested they move into an adjoining room that was more private. She still was running on her sexual heat with no reason of ethics or morals. This time they turned out the lights and resumed kissing. 

I learned this time as we fucked that during this kiss she felt his buto, that's 'penis' in Filipino, growing hard and nudging her pubic area. Mine was too at this very moment. Mine was sliding between her pussy lips and clear back to her ass, my shaft sliding its entire length across her electrified clitoris. I asked if his did like this. 

She snapped out of her spell and pushed me away and spat, "NO." When she felt it growing, she said, she shooed him away. 

I sat back a second or two and just tickled her pussy with my fingers while she calmed down and resumed her state of sexual hunger. Again we began with her begging me to put it in. 

"Who do you want to put it in you?" I asked.

She finally said, "D!"

For the next week I kept explaining to her that he was going to come again. She defensively said she would not let it happen ever again, NEVER! 

I explained that if she wanted him to quit coming by and tempting her she'd have to do something to let him definitively know. She believed by willpower alone she could stop this.

I explained he was going to be relentless. She would tell him with words that they needed to stop, and he would hear those words with his ears. But he would also sense her body language yelling that she wants more. He will remember the smell of your skin, the taste of your saliva as you passionately kissed him. He will recall the tingling of his lips from where you bit him with desire and he'll probably bite them himself to refresh the memory. He'll visualize you reaching out to him for a hug and you turning your wet lips to meet his with lust filled eyes. He will remember how your body quaked in his arms as you both felt the thrilling excitement while in a nasty sexual way you sucked on each others tongues. How elated he felt with his power to control your passions. When he weighs your words to stop spoken sheepishly and demurely, your half hearted explanations and reasoning's, his sense of hearing, against his senses of smelling, tasting, feeling and seeing... the evidence is overwhelming at better than 4 to 1 against you actually really wanting, really really wanting to stop. 

He will remember you offering him the hugs when you knew they'd turn into kisses. He knows you knew and this too will be used as evidence against you really wanting to quit. So he will come again with hope you will once again offer him a hug knowingly, giving away your true desires. You will slowly be broken down into wanton lust and driven into willing submission, later to feel guilty but at that moment out of your mind with total wonderful hungry pleasure. 

Doesn't that about say it all?

I followed this line of reason with the information that if she really came to a stand where she pushed him away with believable force, she would have to enforce it and this meant she'd have to show him she meant business. I gave her as many options to this means as I could think of and the results for each. 

I said, "If you file harassment charges he will quit or be fired probably, and everyone will be afraid that you might charge them with something too some day." I went on, "Or you can tell his boss, he may still loose his job or be asked to quit, plus he might tell his side of the story (not all necessarily true and making you out as the aggressor) to cover up and make you look bad. I don't recommend this plan either." 

I tried to look at every angle. I continued, "You could slap him giving him a rude awakening. But that is not you. Plus you feel guilty because you've instigated some of this. Right? You might wait it out and see if he goes away on a hope and your willpower, but I think he is hungry and knows you are too, and with time you will cave again. My belief is, you will too. Oh, and heaven forbid... if any rumor of your actions get back to his wife she could come hunting you or hurt him out of jealousy. Another options is, you could just threaten to tell her if he doesn't back off." 

I really don't see Fe doing anything like these with the way she feel for him, and I told her so. All this painted a pretty bleak picture for the line of action approach to her problem. I told her if she wanted I could call him or meet him face to face and tell him to back off threateningly. She preferred to try using willpower and see what happens.

I told Fe about a girlfriend I had long ago, Kitty a nurse who loved to play doctor, and how she had cheated on me. She had told me she needed to study over the weekend for a big exam, but I had her books in my car. When I went to give them to her, her not so X-boyfriend answered the door in my bathrobe. I handed him her books and turned to leave. In a fit of anger she stopped me, asking why I had come after she had told me not to. I corrected her; she had said she needed to study. Kitty continued to follow after me. I said, I only came to give her the books. I further explained she didn't have to lie. If she needed space all she had to do was say so. The moral to this story was that I appreciate Fe telling me the truth and I wanted her to understand my point of view when I told her what I had to say next. I intended to show her one more way to end this, not to stop it but to pass thru it. 

We got sidetracked as we went on a little while about Kitty. She wanted to know who this woman was in my life. I explained that she was most memorable for being controlling and liking to butt fuck. 

Fe said, "You told me you don't like butt fucking." 

I explained, "What I said is I don't prefer it. Although I like the sight of a pretty ass I don't ponder the thought of poking it. I like oral and fucking and a lot of massage." I told her I was hot for her now because D had opened my eyes and I didn't want us to ever go back to the way things were. I said I didn't blame her for anything other than letting Mother-Nature have her way with her hormones. I told her that I had grown up handsome and well liked and enjoyed an active sex life. I'd never talked about it before because I didn't want her to worry about ghosts from my past. I said, "I love you and want to fuck you every day now!"

Fe had grown up fat and homely with big soft breasts, she said. Remember, that is her description, not mine. I didn't know her back then. She said she didn't have any boyfriends growing up and only started dating one at the point we started to write, and at that time I was noncommittal to any relationship around the world. We wrote for a year and she never mentioned him. I guess she didn't want me to worry about her ghosts either. 

He dated her for about a month or two and they finally had sex. She says he never called and she never saw him again after that. What a dirty DOG! The only other experience with sex was when she was abused as a child. She never had a GOOD EXCITING sexual experience ever from what I learned. Men were not her delight in life... ever. So here I come sweeping her off into a marriage and soon into doldrums. We had two wonderful children and had her tubes tied after the second. She had complications in birth but now we had our pup and kitten so we were satisfied with the family size. Sex became work not a pleasure or a means to an end any more. For years I neglect her womanhood and in the process I got fat and lazy. 

Then, along comes D with charm and a desire to please this PYT from the Asian South Pacific. As I look at everything, my life full of good experiences and hers void of pleasure with men, I want her to have and enjoy all that life has to offer her, including what ever she desired in this relationship with D. 

I told her this and added, "I only want you to avoid falling in love." I told her our song would be the one that says, "You can dance with the guys that give you the eye... but don't forget who's taking you home and in who's arms you're goin to be... So darling save the last dance for me." 

We laughed a little and fucked some more, and she said, "Don't worry, it will never happen again." 

I told her more details about Kitty to let her know there is good to be gained with experiences and I wanted her to enjoy her fling and come back to me a better woman for it. 

She said, "It will never happen again, so don't worry daddy." That's her pet name for me. 

I let everything sink in for a couple days. Fe stood strong on her willpower plan. I fine tuned my new option, the one that passed thru it, not stopped it. 

I caught her off guard when I suggested this other way to end it, "You can try reverse psychology. Let me explain." I had written 4 scripts I titled 'the ten minute scripts'. I told her to consider what a guy does once he gets a girl in bed, "What did that boyfriend of yours do?" When a guy finally beds a girl he usually starts looking else ware. The hunt is over then, the game has been caught, the trophy seized and the thrill passed. I explained it is the hunt we dogs enjoy, and she agreed.

I said I didn't want her to grow a relationship with D. The longer she held out the more respect for her he would hold. He would continue to play, but with the longevity of a good challenging hunt grows a love for the pray and Fe would too for him over time. She strongly disagreed. I said that he would return quickly to his other pursuits if he got what he wanted from her. Plus if she looked controlling and manipulative he would want her less after sampling her fruits. 

She agreed with this too reluctantly but still didn't like my ideas or where they were going. 

I asked her to just look. I then showed her the first three scripts. The first script was manipulating the kiss into a position for him to begin feeling her breasts. It included a verbal part suggesting they move the encounters to a set day each week and off the jobsite ASAP. She would then know when next he would be due to come around seeking another hug. As they unite she'd great his lips with hers passionately. In a short moment she was to break the kiss and spin around holding his hands to her breasts. As he got his hands full she was to resume kissing him over her shoulder as she pressed her back into his front. I went so far as to suggest she not wear a bra that night and leave her shirt loose for his easy access. She was to put her arms up around his neck leaving her breasts jutted out for his full exploration. 

She said he had never tried to touch them. She'd have stopped him if he had because she's ashamed of them, big, soft and undesirable. 


Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 01



As I began sliding my buto in and out of her puki, that's pussy in Filipino, from behind, I asked her, "But wouldn't you have liked D to touch them, to feel these sensitive breasts like this, and squeeze them like this, and pinch these nipples like this..." 

She squealed and finally agreed she'd have liked him too, adding, if they were nice. 

I explained how he'd act after he actually finally fucked her, how he would see her, how he would think and feel, plus I said she'd get to experience him also as she secretly desired. 

She said she really didn't want to do... 'IT'. 

I asked her, "Where do you think all this is going? What do you think D wants? Do you believe he hasn't been thinking about fucking you?" 

She really seamed to have no clue. She was simply mesmerized with their kisses. They were never going to do anything like what I planned, not in her mind. 

I explained that D was planning all this but was looking at a long campaign, and the longer he had to hunt the more he was going to enjoy it. The problem is the longer and harder he had to work at hunting her and pleasing her and experiencing her, the more respect he grew for her and the tighter the bond between them would be. He would have time and effort invested in her and she'd feel this too. 

She began to see, but still planned to use her willpower as her sole fight. 

I was worried one day he'd say he'd leave his wife if she'd go away with him. If she had built enough of a love for him she just might consider it. She'd never admit to this but I've seen it to many times before to discount it.

I had her look at the second script. This one had her make him sit. Again she'd suggest a meeting next week at the same time and soon to move off the job sight. This time she'd move into her position with her back to him sooner and after a short moments kissing and fondling of her breasts she'd push one of his hands down into her crotch. Then placing both her hands behind his neck let him explore her by opening her shirt and pants finally letting him touch her nectar dripping flower. I added descriptive details like, "His large dark brown fingers will slide under the elastic of your pretty little panties and you'll feel them slide over your shaved pubic bone. He will be amazed and linger here taking in the sensation of your smooth naked hairless sex. Then you'll grow week kneed as you feel him for the first time touch your clitoris sending wave after wave of pleasure thru you. Then they slide effortlessly into place as you suck his tongue hard and feel him tease your hard aching clit with firm slow strokes. You will feel your knees begin to give way as you collapse deeper in his grasp. You will begin to sink and feel his hand slide deep into your crotch. He is now holding you up with this hand and the other arm is wrapped around your chest just below your breasts. You notice your naked titties are draped over this arm but it is his other hand that you focus on as it begins to move again. 

I continued. "You will love all these new sensations and take his tongue and begin to suck. Then you'll feel your liquid sex seeping out of the most private part of you into his tender fingers as they start to wiggle and spread opening your flower's peddles. You know he feels your dampness dribbling out of you but you don't care, actually you're thrilled knowing he is feeling it, feeling you. You can feel your vagina begin to gasp and leak freely now as it yawns open and tries to suck his hand inside. You suck his tongue hard imagining it is the head of his buto and savor his saliva, as one of his large dark brown fingers slips between the folds of hot inflamed slippery wet and very sensitive pussy flesh. You bite harder and your eyes role back in your head as you feel that invading finger slip between your fat labia majora past your swelling labia minora and deep into the very private depths of your vagina finally supporting all your body on this one digit." 

Boy, she went ballistic with this plan. She had no intention of letting things get this far. EVER! She said. She wanted to know what I was suggesting and did I really want this? Did I really want D to fuck her? 

I was dumbfounded. Would she rather I take the position of the jealous lover as she would have been should the roles have been reversed? Would she rather I tell her to go find some place else to live or move out myself and leave the family. Or worse, take the kids with me leaving her all alone in this empty house with no where to go because I've told all the family both hers and mine, and all our friends too. Would she really want me calling all the numbers in her phone asking every guy that answered, "Hay, how the hell do you know my wife and what's your relationship with her?" Would she like me to demand knowing every little detail of where she'd been or where she was going, who she was talking to and what did they say while they are still talking? Would she like me to open her mail and look thru her cloths and purse and van? Would she like me to wave sharp objects around or spend a lot of time cleaning my guns, while seething with anger as I curse the people she might be involved with? Did she want me to call friends and family and coworkers and explain to them all that she was putting me thru? 

Do you now or have you ever known a paranoid jealous spurned out of control lover? This is what you get with jealousy! Was this the reaction she really wanted me to have? 

I love her and take responsibility for causing this at least in part, and now want to find the best path thru it, not the best way to destroy everything in total mutual annihilating! I got this full picture from my old days of reaction and from her days in our early marriage when I gave her enough reasons to wonder. I didn't do anything but I left enough to make anyone wonder. I actually spent my time smoking dope and looking at internet porn and masturbating. Hell I was a fat and disgusting mongrel at the time. No feline in her right mind would be looking at me as entertainment. All this included neglecting her needs at the same time. I remember she was so jealous she even hated the pillows I snuggled with at night, pillows for crying out loud. Did she want this from me? Really?

I don't think she read the third script. In it I had her remain totally dressed but this time she was to be the aggressor taking him to the same chair as before, this time untying his pants letting them drop to his ankles then seating him and kneeling between his knees. I remembered a Sam Kenesin concert once were he told the men in the audience how you eat pussy. It was his valentine gift to the audience. He said to do the alphabet... A B C... with your tongue. He said to do both capitol letters as well as small letters. He said to remember to dot the I's and J's and cross our T's. He said the girls will think we men are fucking geniuses while we are simply down there doing our ABC's. I decided to use this for her description of what to do. She was to hold his buto in one hand at the base, his balls in the other and go thru the alphabet from the tip of his head to the bottom of his scrotum. She was to do what ever she enjoyed taking time to look and feel it's texture, it's shape and size, it's smell and it's taste. This was meant to build lust in her as well because this was to be until he climaxed. I left it up to her weather to swallow or spit. I was secretly wishing she'd swallow until he pushes her away shivering and quaking. If she did read this she never let on, and I think she'd have hit the moon if she had.

I had a forth and final script for her but didn't make it available at that time. It was about hard core fucking in her van at the local grocery store parking lot. This was the event that moved them off the job site and into serious action, well... more serious action. They'd meet in the dairy isle and then sneak out to the van for this script. I didn't detail what happened here because I guessed by this time they'd know how to proceed.

As I said, I knew she enjoyed the discussion about Kitty so I wrote Fe a letter all about her and our brief adventure together. I don't know how much she got read before she was totally discussed with me. I was DIRT! Obviously she thought I was loosing it. I was jealous because I was acting strange. All I ever wanted to do now was fuck and talk about how he could get in her pants. That reminds me of a joke about a man with a 9 inch tongue and a 6 inch cock, and all he ever wanted to do was fuck-n-talk. LOL. 

Plus I wasn't acting as a normal jealous lover should act. How is that? Is there a book on proper etiquette in a jealous situation? Is it different for cats and dogs? It got to the point I couldn't do anything right and she was sure I was loosing my mind. I was writing her letters every day, mostly erotic in hopes she'd open up to me some more about the romance that in her mind was no more. I was always wanting to play, teasing her and tempting her to come to bed. 

Then I bought her a massage table to relive her muscle aches after a hard day's work. I went on line and researched massages. Do you realize how much info is out there? There are sensual massages, hot oil massages, scented oil massages, hot stone massages, deep muscle rubs, slick sliding full body to body massages, Asian and Korean, and Japanese, and Indian massages. I looked at them all and tried to take the best of each leaving the too hard or too exotic. I collected stones and oils and towels and pillows. I set up a room with scented candles, cocoanut. I was having a lot of fun with all this. I watched experts in sensual tantric and just about every other type of massage to learn how to please Fe. 

The site with the yawnie and lingam sensual massages was most enlightening in that it taught me how to find and manipulate her g-spot. I watched several Asian massages that were obviously meant to be porn but were very enlightening on this as well. They were hot and in them the masseuse really drove his subject wild. 

I tried this on Fe and WOW it worked for real! She began to ask me to do this each time we climbed in bed but would always worry after that it might not be healthy. She was resolved to ask her OBGYN before we did it again. That was until we got in bed again. I watched the copy of this exercise over and over again both to get better at it as well as to just enjoy seeing the effect it had on a feline, and the effect of her experience had on me. I couldn't wait to try it again ASAP.

A week passed and Fe was nearly in tears again. She said it had happened again. D had come to her while she was working and she asked him why. He said he was wanted to help her. She said she was done and said she knew he was there for a kiss. He said he was compelled to see her and then he kissed her. She said she again forgot all about me and offered him a hug knowing they were about to kiss again. They kissed for a long time and didn't hear the boss calling them over the radio. They both got scared realizing how close they came to discovery this time. 

Again I moved the story telling into our bed. She could handle it better telling me the truth if I was fucking her at the same time. She was so mad at herself. I went over all the items I had noted about how to deal with it and what each action's consequences were, plus the first script, only the first. 

She said she had heard him mention moving to a single job soon that paid as much as the two he had now and would be closer to his home. Again she decided to rely on willpower alone. 

I turned my thoughts to writing letters about past lovers for her to see my past and realize my simple feelings of what she'd gotten into. I wanted her to learn from what ever she experienced and only experience what she wanted with the person she chose to like. But I wanted her also to understand that when she is only thinking about kisses, D is thinking about and dreaming at night about hard core sex in its raw form sticky and slippery and hot and drippy and full of passion and nasty talk, deep penetration and the exchange of hot body fluids... all with her face on it. "He wants to put his dick in your hands Fe, and in your mouth, in your pussy, and up your tight little ass." 

I explained all this and continued writing my letters about the girls that liked butt fucking and sucking and masturbating as well as out and out hard core fucking. I began to think about doing the same to Fe, and I seduced her as often as I could. 

I used the idea of giving her a massage often as an opening to talk, witch she did every time I got her on the table. We did the role-playing but I could tell she was growing cold to it. But I was compelled now. 

I wrote something almost every day about an old girlfriend and she was starting to worry I was going nuts saying, "Not another letter. Honey are you okay?" Each time we made love Fe was telling me, "We just did it less then a week ago." 

We had our hands full with planning a trip down to California, but first the move to day shift for the summer. I was about to give in to her demands for a return to some life like we had were we only had sex once a month. She said it was good then. And when I complained she made me feel like I was saying it was all bad back then. All I was saying was how much more I like our sex life now. I didn't consider she might not. She started her May period the very next day. About a week later things changed.

It was about two weeks to the day when she came home again... upset. Two weeks passed and she was strong and I was slipping into a world of frustration. Fe in her strength didn't need sex as much and I was hungry, on the verge of starvation. I was sinking deeper as Fe was talking of respect and morals, family and doing right verses wrong. Two weeks of good behavior was giving her a false sense of security and me blue balls. 

They had gotten scared, Fe and D, with the last kiss almost being exposed, and felt a need to lay low. But D was back now, and hungry. I was hungry too. I came home from work and slipped into bed beside her. We were snuggling in the morning shadows when she confessed she and D had kissed again. I was hard before she finished saying this. 

Again he wanted to help and again they small talked. This time he took her hands and pulled her to him taking the kiss without asking. 

I said, "I can't believe in all this time he's never tried to touch your tits." 

She said he did last night but she blocked his hand with her elbow so all he felt was her kili kili, that's armpit in Filipino. She said he asked why she wore all those cloths. She wears a bra, a sports support bra, a t-shirt, and then a button up work shirt. She just likes it. 

I say I married a Filipino but my wife is an Eskimo because she likes the cold and wears bundled cloths. Anyway, they kissed again and then she shooed him away. I was rewarded with some very thrilling sex and again we played roles, and again she begged me as D to fuck her nasty poki hard. She was frustrated with herself again and mad at me for being me and encouraging her to be bad. 

I told you I bought her the massage table. Well I also bought a strap on toy about this time also that doubles my size. I'd heard the stories about the size of Black Dogs. I wrote her a script to enjoy while we were in Vegas where she'd play the part of the leading lady making a movie, where she got to pick her favorite actor to play with her. She chose Wesley Snipes so the toy is now known as Sniper. Fe has always loved letters and found this one most exciting with the idea of playing like we were actors in a movie. 

Here is how it went. We would go out one night to a casino and find the bar. There we'd pretend she was the actress trying to help Wesley solve a mystery. The mystery was fabricated by her husband (Wesley) who she doesn't know is awaiting her in a private room. I planned to get a room for this occasion. She is to go and do as some villainous stranger orders her to do. In the movie as I said the person played by Wesley, her husband is trying to teach her a lesson. She is to feel like she has saved her country by this act but will be so humiliated she will be satisfied to never seek government spy work again. This is all based on the movie 'True Lies'. We watched it to set the mood. 

The husband is sitting in a dark corner with all the lights focused on the center of the room. She is instructed to do a strip tease, lie on the bed and play with herself while he masturbates to her show. Her mission is to bug the room. She must perform the job without him noticing. All the while she is doing his every bidding, from taking off her cloths in a sexy strip tease dance, to lying on the bed and giving herself pleasure with strokes and pinches with her fingers, and so on. 

She has the bug in the palm of her hand awaiting her opportunity to plant it. We planned to use a quarter as our bug and enjoyed our little role playing for a night as we drank mixed drinks pretending. I'd put on the Sniper and stroke it as she danced to my nasty instructions.

When we'd finally try having sex with Sniper, each time she'd complain that it was too big and it hurt. I would push a little bit further each time till she'd finally ask me to just fuck her with out the toy. We played the game about a dozen times before our trip and I got pretty good at mixing drinks. She enjoyed the role playing and the exciting start but always tired of the game by the time the toy started to penetrate and hurt her.

She was going to day shift next week and we were going to California the week after that. She was back in her willpower, warding off dogs, all dogs including me. Plus she had her hands full with the new shift and final preparations for our trip. She was good this week, I think mostly because it was dayshift. And we were out of town the week after that. 



Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 02



Last we knew, Fe and D had kissed 5 times and we think we have all the details of each of those kisses carefully documented in chapter 1. There was also a pre-kiss encounter Fe felt was very important to recall because it set the stage. We concluded with preparing to take a trip down to the southern part of the state of California. Also included in this trip would be a detour to Las Vegas. One other thing we were anticipating, the summer day shift for Fe and D, witch might or might not cause conflict. Want to see what came next?

While we were in California Fe, didn't want to have sex. We did once but it was half hearted and unsatisfying. While in Vegas for two day's in the middle of our California trip she said she didn't know why but she thought about D a few times. We didn't have sex here either even though I made extensive plans to get her away for one night. Remember the movie script? That was a lost cause. 

The rest of the trip was no sex also. Then when we returned home life was different. She was a dayshift person now. A week in Southern California and Vegas, and we had sex only the once, her mind was somewhere else, I could tell.

Upon our return I started my looking into give massages again. I watched and read so much. I learned how to need muscles and flex joints. I learned about using oils. I watched the Asian massage again and again. This was most fun as the masseuse would talk each little shy girl into removing all their cloths. All this was in Japanese but you could tell what he was saying as she'd allow him to help her out of bra then panties. He'd rub her titties and bottom finally moving into her groin. She'd squirm and cover her naked breasts as he'd poke and prod all the while talking like a technician explaining how the plumbing works and needs servicing now and then to work properly. Then he'd lube a finger and wet her vaginal lips being sure to caress her from ass hole to clitoris and back again. She'd thrash a bit but he'd hold her still with more explanation, "That's just the way this is supposed to feel," I'm sure is what he said. 

Then he'd add more lube and you could see the red in her face and chest grow crimson as he slid his fingers, first one then two into her vagina. Her grip around her breasts grew tighter and her chin dug into her chest. Then he'd start to stroke the spongy area just inside her vagina under her pubic bone vigorously. His pace would very and then he'd wiggle his hand lefty and right. You could see him spreading his fingers opening the shy thing up before returning to the rapped deep strokes that were obviously working on her g-spot. By this time the girl had let go her tits and was holding onto the pillow behind her head. Her breasts were heaving with her deep breaths and her nipples looked as if they were electrified. The look on her face was a look of euphoria, lost in that moment of ecstasy as she held that pillow for dear life. Her eyes would roll back and flutter as her head rocked from side to side. Now and then she'd start to recover, sucking in great volumes of air then squeaking like a mouse. She'd move her hands to stop him. He'd intercept them with his forearm and she'd find herself holding on to it actually pulling his fingers even deeper into her hungry pussy. She'd expel all that air in a low guttural grown as he picked up the pace again. He'd bring each girl to a screaming crying thrashing torrential orgasm three times before ending their session. 

I would remember these moments when I'd suggest Fe ask D to rub her shoulders at work. She would shake her head and say no.

The weeks thru most of summer were sedate. She worked 10 hours a day, was off Fridays to Mondays. I took care of the kids all morning and slept in the afternoons. She'd do house work in the afternoons and slept while I worked. She made her point again a couple of times that we use to do it only once a month. Usually this followed, "We just did it less than a week ago." 

One night I offered her a massage. It had been a month since our last massage. You remember the one that ended with her starting her May period. This time turned into sex again, not all on my doing but with no objections either. 

She again accused me of wanting it too much, making me promise to give her a month and after that only when she asked me too. I reluctantly agreed. She started her June period the very next day. That makes two months in a row we had sex and her period started immediately after. Of course this was my fault. 

At this point I decided to record all this with as much accurate detail as I could remember and get her to recall. I wrote down what I knew and what I believed I knew. Then I invited her to another massage this time just a shoulder rub. 

As I worked her neck muscles I asked her to recall the first day they kissed. She tried to blur all the kisses into a single story but I made her back up and look at just that very first day. I intended to take it one event at a time getting as much as possible on each before moving on to the next.

She revealed a lot more than I ever suspected this time. We talked this time without sex and I asked one question after another. I gave her a dry shoulder and back massage to relax her and keep the mission I was on out of the bed. I guess it had been long enough since their last tango, over a month now, so she was no longer frustrated with herself and could think straight. Here is what she said. 

"The first encounter was in the Teachers Administration room with the lights on. I had finished my work and was removing my stuff from the room when I locked my keys inside. D came to let me back in. We talked about his family problems. I offered him advice and a hug. He was in his usual work cloths, medical scrubs. As we hugged I had my hands up his back and his were over my arms and down my back. When the hug broke my lips grazed his cheek almost accidently as he turned his head away. We exited in a hurry. I could tell he was attracted to me from the way we looked at each other, and I was attracted to him too. Yes, the moment was thrilling. We didn't really kiss this time but it was the start of everything." 

I asked if she felt his buto this time and she said no, but every time she did she'd shoo him away. She relaxed as I massaged and spoke smoothly and calmly. I decided to record this event because it meant so much to her to recall it with such fondness. I wanted to know about the first kiss though so I continued to question. 

She went on to say, "The next week we experienced our second encounter, actually the first real kiss. He came to my work area to offer his assistance. I had just finished the ART ROOM and was exiting the building. Suddenly he was there. I asked him, 'What are you doing here D?" I was paranoid a coworker might see us. Again we small talked and again I offered him a hug. This time he said he missed me and wanted a hug. I told him to consider it from his wife. He turned his head and I did too so we could kiss. We kissed about ten minutes. He was in his usual work cloths, medical scrubs. As we hugged I had my hands up his back and his were over my arms and down my back as before. He held me close and I could feel his buto getting hard and rubbing my pubic area. That's when I shooed him away." 

That was enough for me. I wanted to fuck my wife again right there on her massage table. She was hot too and started rubbing my cock hard as she asked me to fuck her. With me standing at the end of the table, I pulled her legs over my shoulders and positioned myself for the wild humpty hump. 

I again asked her, "Who do you want to fuck you? Beg him to!" 

She did and we both relaxed in total satisfaction after D gave her a wonderful deep long hard pounding with my white dick. She asked me to stop mentioning him after that. I said if she didn't bring him up I wouldn't. 

A few days later she showed me a text he sent and how she like it. It only said 'SMILE!' she brought him up so I took the opportunity to ask about the next kiss, the second kiss. 

She was open and said, "The week following the first kiss he came to me again. I had just finished in the bathroom and entered the ART ROOM when there he was waiting for me. Again I asked him, "What are you doing here D? People are going to notice. He said he wanted to compare my weight to his wife's so he scooped me up in his arms and twirled me around in the room like a bride." 

This part I had never heard before and it really caught me off guard to hear how he twirled her around like a bride and how she acted as she recalled the event, as if it was fun and wonderful. I was in shock. 

I listened intently as she continued not wanting to miss a thing, "I told him he was crazy and to put me down. I asked if he was there for a hug and a kiss. He puckered up and squenched up his face. I told him he looked like a silly kid. Then I offered him a hug knowing it would turn into a kiss and stepped to him. Again we kissed, our second kiss, for about ten minutes. His and my hands were as before. The lights were on, and I didn't feel his buto this time." 

I was learning things she had never revealed before. We went to bed again and again she made me feel like all I ever wanted to do now was fuck. Actually I wanted to get in shape and make her want me as much as she obviously lusted for him. 

That very night I began a new workout schedule I've performed each night I've worked since that day. She said nothing is going on now, that D and she were thru. Again she said we had done it less than a week before and wanted to return to the good old times. I never want to go back there. Those were the days that left this door open for that Black Dog. 

It was less than a week when she complained of a back ache. I offered to use our massage table and she agreed. I told her to take a hot shower. As she did I slipped in and shaved her pussy bare. 

I really only intended to relax her with the massage, but when she asked me to use cool oil because it felt good on her poki I was compelled to please once again. To this point I had worked my way around her tender breasts avoiding her tempting nipples, and steered clear of her sensitive pussy, but did spend a lot of time sliding my forearms all over her back and legs, and needing my fingers into her neck and shoulders and pretty plump round rump. 

Now as I applied a good amount of cool oil to her naked beaver she started playing with my balls. I used a lot of oil for the massage to make the job nice and slippery. I worked up a sweat as she talked, and answered my questions. 

She told me D had been playful, teasing her at work this day, and had texted her some green jokes. Oh, that means dirty, nasty, or colorful jokes of a mild nature. She had brought him up in conversation again and I took the opportunity to run with it. This time I covered the last three kisses. 

She said, "A week following the second kiss, D came again, and once again I asked him, "D what are you doing here?" She said, "I was in the Special Ed room. He had brought me a dust pan because mine was broken. I offered him a thank you hug knowing it would turn into a kiss. He took my hands, pulled me into his arms, and we kissed. The lights were on and teachers come and go a lot. We were paranoid and thought we saw someone pass so I stopped kissing. He started to leave but I caught him and asked if he were okay. We moved into an adjoining more private room and turned off the lights. In the dark we kissed again. This time I didn't feel his buto. It probably didn't get hard because we only kissed a minute before we stopped the first time, and then only kissed another minute in the dark." 

She continued, "The forth time, the next week, he came to me as I was putting my stuff away in the closet. I asked him why he was there. We small talked. He said he wanted to help me. I said he was there for a kiss and he agreed. He told me he couldn't help himself and was compelled to see and kiss me. I felt a magnetism too and told him to come, and we backed into the Maintenance closet out of the hall. The door was open and the light on. We kissed for a while. We were unaware that the supervisor was trying to reach both of us for a long time on the walky-talky. Later that week D told me he was scared when he saw me. I think it's because we almost got caught." 

Again I asked if she felt it, his buto, and again she said no. I asked, "So he came to you once a week?" 

She said, "Yes up till then." She concluded her story with this final kiss, "It was a couple of weeks between that kiss in the closet and the last one. I had sworn him off, remember? And we, D and I talked about respect and family, right and wrong thru the two weeks. I showed him our family pictures. Then one night I was working in the Weight room listening to the radio loudly as I cleaned. D appeared and I didn't hear him come in behind me. When I turned and saw him I screamed and threw my broom and dust pan in the air. I asked him, "D what are you doing here?" he said he wanted to help. I told him I didn't need help, to go help someone else. He declined. I told him to sit and stay out of the way so he sat on the workout bench. 

We small talked and when I had finished he took my hands and pulled me into his lap where I sat on one thigh with my legs between his. My arms went around his neck and his around my waist. This time as we kissed he did try to touch my breasts but I am ashamed of my soft breast so I slid my arm down to block his hand. He felt my kili kili and asked why I wore all these cloths. I am comfortable with a bra, a support sports bra, and a t-shirt under my work shirt. We kissed for a while with the lights on, then I shooed him away." 

I asked again, "Did you shoo him away because you felt his buto?" 

Again she said no, but that was inconsistent with what she had said a while back, that when ever she felt it getting hard she'd shoo him away. To date she only admitted to feeling it once. I'd take from her statement that 'every time she felt it'... that it must of happened more then once and more then twice. I believe out of shame she lied. I know I got hard listening to her stories and didn't want to put her on the defensive, so I didn't press the issue.

We enjoyed wonderful sex and I was so worn out after it I couldn't stand. She wanted to go to bed so we slowly made our way up the stairs. I asked her a few more questions as we snuggled in our bed. 

This is what she said, "He never in all our kisses tried to touch my crotch or force himself on me. I wish he would have respected me enough to ask before kissing me. Most times he just kissed me." As I reflect on all her stories only once did she say he kissed her without her first offering him a hug. Oh well, I guess once is enough.

To my count with all activities in a night counting as a single kiss, there are five passionate kisses to date. This last kiss was a couple weeks before our week long trip to California while still on night shift. I also recall her offering him a hug on the first, second, third, and forth nights leaving only one kiss he took without invitation first. 

To be continued...



Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 03



Last we knew, Fe and D had gone to day shift and were working in teams. Fe began avoiding me, probably because I was acting strange. Her mood became irritable and sharp tempered at times. Our trip to the great southern state and the gambling Mecca of the world was behind us. We learned a lot more about those kisses, stuff we could not have ever imagined. Again we tried recording the details, hoping we got them all right this time.

The night when I gave her that last massage I told you about, the one where she started her June period, I had rubbed oil into her arms, and hands, and all the way down to each finger tip so she was very slick. She felt the heat and was using those greasy little fingers of hers slippery sliding them on my tool and nut sack with no mercy as I worked her shoulders and neck. 

I said, "You're going to make me break my promise to leave you alone for a month." 

That's when she pleaded, "Fuck me." 

As I told you, we had a wonderful time I thought, but she started her June period the very next day... again, as I said. That was two months in a row this happened, remember? She had cramps and vomiting, and sever migraines this time. In her mind I had made her have sex again, forgetting her handy work and pleas for fulfillment. I instigated the whole thing when we had just enjoyed sex less then a week earlier. Again I was DIRT! 

I lay low for several days. She was miserable and misery loves company. It was early July and I was now resolved to give her her month of no sex, extending well into August. 

Her period passed and she was acting calmer. I was feeling horny. This was July the 2nd. I told her I was going to go play with myself. I had agreed not to have sex with her, but thoroughly intended to play with myself in the mean time. She could have her space. This was all said nicely and with no intent to anger. She didn't take it that way either. 

She followed me to our room and watched me as I stripped and lay naked on our bed gently playing with my bone. Do you know the song, 'Who let the dogs out?' where it says, 'A dog ain't nothin if he don't have a bone... oh doggy hold the bone, oh doggy hold it." It's so true; all men are just scruffy dogs. Aren't we? LOL! 

I was thinking about her in the arms of a shadowy figure in a dark room, or outside, in a closet, then in a weight room, each with her fully visible while her lover was not at all. I pictured her hungrily aggressively biting and sucking on the dark skinned man with no hair. I imagined their bodies undulating against each others desirously. I pictured her rolling her head back as he bites her neck, her eyes role back in ecstasy. All the while my hand slowly stroked the length of my white cock from head to base.

Fe sat at the foot of the bed pretending to do some laundry as she asked me what I was thinking about. I told her I was going over each kiss in detail, picturing her in each situation. Right then I was imagining D sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around the room like a bride, like his bride, he was spinning my bride around the room as they laughed and sucked one another's faces. My dick was so hard and throbbing as I jacked the head and the last couple inches fast while I spoke.

It took about three minutes of this banter I'd guess, of my nasty talk and fist fucking before she stripped and climbed into bed beside me. She had me playing with her pussy too as I stoked my meaty bone and went on with my visions. She said she liked my big white dick and loved the way I played with 'her' mushroom. She was just like a cat curling up and nudging for affection. But a cat as you know can turn and sink a claw in you the moment she grows annoyed or gets distracted. 

She asked me if I wanted more and I recalled the promise. I acted like I didn't hear as I kept playing with our sexes. I had to focus on her for a while because I was about to cum very soon. She started telling me how she'd be so jealous if it were me playing around. I assured her I was enjoying this and poked my dick at her to prove it. 

She began to beg, "Fuck me with that, please." 

I said "Who are you begging?" 

She wanted to beg me and said so. I was not going to give in again unless she played my game. I continued my fondling working that g-spot as I had learned so well bringing her to a quaking wet orgasm. For a while there she was speechless. I resumed work on my own tool. 

After she caught her breath she rolled on her side and took my cock in her hands so I could relax and enjoy her tender care. She was getting horny and I slipped a couple fingers into her. Again we were both bucking in unison, and again she made her plea.  

But if she wanted to get fucked it was going to be D that fucked her and got in trouble for anything that might go wrong. I would just be along for the ride. What a dirty dog I am. 

Again I said "Who are you begging?"

She began to beg, "Fuck me, please. Fuck me, please... D."

She was serious, serious enough to beg, serious enough to beg D, to beg him to fuck her, to beg D to fuck her, to fuck her with his big black cock, so she did, and I did, and we did. All the while she continued to beg, "Fuck me D, oh yes fuck me D, I want to feel your black cock D deep deep inside my pussy, ohhh D..."

And then her period started again that very day, and all hell broke loose, and it was all my fault again. DAMN! That Black Dog had slipped the leash and I was the only dirty dog left to take all the blame. Blame for a miserable period that had gone away only to return with a vengeance. 

2 days later was the 4th of July and we went to the beach right as soon as I got off work. Her period had stopped again and the world was at peace again. 

I stopped and got life-vests after work, and we loaded the boat as soon as I got home. We were off to the Coast with the sun at our backs. The Pacific awaited. I was looking foreword to a full day of fun in the sun in Coos Bay, in summer. If you ever go here any time of year take the Cutter's OFF!

We did have fun and Fe took lots of pictures. Everyone was all smiles and we kissed a lot with those little pecks. You know the ones. I focused on not noticing all the little bathing-suites on hot little bodies. I don't know if she noticed, but she would have if I hadn't. I thought the day went very nice but around 2pm I was getting very tired, so I said I was going home. 

She had her van so I loaded the boat in my truck and left with a warm kiss goodbye. 

A few hours later she came home too. She asked if I wanted to go out to see fireworks and I declined saying I planned to tune in the TV fireworks specials like we usually did. As we talked I asked her to rub my legs because I'd been walking every night to get into shape, and they ached. I was doing this to give D some competition. I enjoyed her enjoying him, but I wanted her to enjoy me too, and I wanted to enjoy all this with gusto.

She told me as she rubbed my legs, about friends of ours that came to the beach late and got stuck in traffic. The husband got mad and they turned around and went back home. I recalled the traffic when I was leaving and knew I would have been mad too, not at anyone just loud mad. 

I wanted to change the subject to something lighter so I told Fe I thought about her while I was showering right before climbing in bed. I said I was thinking about playing with myself but was too tires. I was alluding to the fun we had two days earlier.

She got so pissed and said, "We just did it the other day, and you know how tired I am after preparing for this party, and how bad my period was this time." 

Oh yes, how could I ever forget? Again I tried to change the subject. I had written her a letter right after our last love making and it said how wonderful she made me feel and how much I love her. I had also written a letter about an old lover so she could see a bit more of my past and grow more secure in our relationship with me opening up and telling her about myself as I was asking her to do fore me. 

She acted like I just threw gas on her fire storm. She acted like I was lower than dirt, more disgusting than a soft wet stinky smoldering pile of freshly deposited fertilizer. She acted like, 'Oh my god, not another crazy damn letter.' 

I went down stairs and deleted all I had written making one more promise to myself, never to write another damn letter to her ever again! 

She asked where the letter was and I said, "I deleted it." 

She then accused me of having a day like our friend, the one who got mad and went home. That flew all over me sense I had had a great day till she came home and copped that bitch attitude. Sorry for the dog term. 

I said it was her that had the bad day and I had work in a few hours so I was going to bed. 

I gave her the cold shoulder for a couple days and she needed to settle things. Now it had been eight days since our last fuck so it had been more than a week. She wanted to talk. I said I needed to settle a few things too. 

I asked her point blank if she wanted me to act normal because nothing in our lives was normal anymore. 

She said, "Yes." 

I asked her if she thought she was normal. And again she said, "Yes." 

I reminded her of how she acted when she was jealous and asked if she wanted me to do all those destructive things I mentioned earlier, in vivid colorful graphic detail. 

She didn't need to think about this and quickly said, "NO." 

Then I went into the subject of D without preamble. I explained my continuing fascination with Black Dog, using his full name. I was compelled to dig further because every time she told me about the kisses I got new insight into the old stories. 

I explained that at first they were just simple nothing kisses, the first two, between friends concerned over family problems that got slightly out of hand while giving a sympathetic hug. Then Fe revealed on the second encounter she had felt his buto. 

Then she had another small kiss, only later to be expanded into a story where he twirled her around the room like a bride, his bride. "Around this time you told me," I said calmly, "That he said if he weren't married already he'd want to marry you."

Then the next kiss took place, only later to be revealed as being in a closet. "This was about the time," I said, "you told me you'd like him to touch your tits if you were proud of them."

Finally the last kiss sounded simple at first too, followed later with the information explaining how you sat in his lap and this was when he tried to touch your breasts. 

After the trip to California and Vegas Fe said she missed him and thought about him. Around this time she also said if we weren't married, or if she didn't have our family with the kids, or if she didn't have the family she has and my sisters and Aunt Ruth in California who all have such high morals she'd have surely gone to bed with him by now.

I explained that as long as the info develops and grows I am compelled to dig for more.

I also explained that my letters were meant to give her a part of me previously no one not even she was allowed to see. These were meant to let her see that I had lived an adventurous sex life and had learned a lot both good and bad. I had invited her to see a part of me I usually kept hidden.

I was telling her I was open to her living and learning with another expanding her sexual horizons as long as she didn't exclude me or fall in love with Black Dog. I recapped my ten minute scripts to show how far I was willing to let her explore this adventure. 

She said it would never happen, not that, and that she has no interest now at all in him. 

I recalled her saying a week before that she was worried about when swing shift started up again. I took this to imply she might get caught up in the adventure again if the circumstances are as before. I let it slide but made note of it. 

I said I would drop the issue and leave it all in our pasts. I said I would never write her again and we could return to the month to month sex life going so far as to make a schedule for the third weekend of each month for our date. 

She started playing with me at this point, squeezing my shaft and tweaking the head thru my underwear. I was hard and wanted to fuck. We apologized and she assured me she didn't want to go for a month without. 

I had work soon so I said I needed a nap. I was in bed when she came to me. She locked the doors and took off all her cloths, then slid in beside me. I quickly stripped too and we began to tease again. I took our Astroglide and we made the play slippery slidy. I positioned her so I could look at her flower and she could look at my bird. Those are our pet names as you can surmise. 

I began to rub her clit with my left middle finger while sliding my thumb deep inside her working that spongy area. She was letting me fuck her fist and she squeezed my balls. I moved all four fingers of my right hand to stoke her labia with oil on the left and right. I added more oil to both our hands and changed my attack as she began to hump my fingers. I started with one finger my middle finger on my left hand this time probing her depths as my fingers and thumb of my right hand danced upon her clit and all around her labia. 

Then she said it felt so good when I pulled them out so I spent some time doing just that, in and out in and all the way out again. Then I slid two in, center and ring fingers. I took time to titillate her button located just behind that spongy area now swollen and hot. She was really rocking now and we were not talking at all. It was just the two of us this time. I had only put two fingers at once in her ever before and she would cry that it was too tight. But this time I don't know if she didn't realize it or if I had her past the point of caring but I pushed the three middle fingers together into Fe's hot slippery wet pussy and finger fucked her as never before. 

We did this till she came screaming, and I soaked her fingers with my hot cum at the same time. She had never had me cum in her hands before and we both liked this new experience together. We talked a bit and I said I wanted to know something. 

She asked, "What?" 

I said she had said every time she felt his buto getting hard she'd drive him away, but in all her telling of the kisses she had only felt him get hard once. This was odd. With the statement 'every time' I would take that to mean she felt it get hard more than two or three times. 

She said maybe three or four times. She was adamant about not feeling it while she sat in his lap due to positioning. I then believe she probably felt it every time they stood and kissed, all four times. I didn't pursue it. I kissed her and left for work. 

Another time Fe told me about the crew watching a Tom Cruise movie on lunch break. Tom had his wife sleep with a rich man to pay off a debt, she explained. She said the discussion later was critical of Tom's wife. 

Fe said, "I felt odd when D said if his wife did that, he'd leave her."

She said other coworkers said the same, as if the wife was sole bad guy in this story. She thought about herself in the position she was in with D, and how I could have reacted. She thought again about D and his reaction, and the double standard between dogs and cats.

A week later the discussion came up again... this time about Tom Cruises part in the story. She said many of her coworkers said that any man who wanted his wife to have sex with another man must be crazy. She remembered our talks, our role playing, and read my ten minute scripts suggesting this very thing. She didn't like the idea that these people, friends of hers might think her husband was crazy. 

I on the other hand have read many a story written by you out there and know there is a community of people who would side with me on this. Do you? Am I nuts to feel the way I do about all this? Am I handling it all wrong? 

It's odd; my first chapter was in print for but a day and hadn't even reached the 'Interracial Love' when I received my first three critic's replies. 'Divorce you'll feel like a man', 'Quit you can't write and there's no room for two men in any relationship', and finally 'You're sick.'

I know most people in the world think any husband who wants his wife to have sex with another man must be nuts, but I am hopping Fe will become a much more thrilling lover with an expanded reality in the field. I am not pushing her toward a person I picked for her to have sex with. She chose Black Dog to be thrilled by and in this choice I am happy for her to learn from any experience they may share. 

I don't want anything to do with divorce. My whole reason for pushing her on is to be part of the blame so she can have me help shoulder the guilt she will feel if and when things do progress. See? I really just never expected to find so morally focused people reading the stories in the web site I chose to publish this story. Only one critic was on my writing skills or lack there of. I will wait for more input before I give up. Thanks.

Summer was ticking by and another month was about to pass. I looked on the World Wide Web and found how to calculate a feline's menstrual cycle. I calculated Fe's period approximately so I could avoid having sex again at that time, and it was due in about two weeks. We hadn't had sex since her last period. We played but there was no actual intercourse since the 2nd of July. 

Fe was preoccupied with her painting and house work. I was working a lot of OT at work. 

She'd tell me about a text here or there, but all was quiet most of the time. Outwardly all looked like the fling was over. Fe was having head aches and some cramping. It was too early to be her period. A coworker of Fe's told her she might be having morning sickness.

Fe told her that her tubes were tied when our kitten was born. The lady said she had a friend with her tubes tied who still got pregnant. 

Fe was now worried she might be pregnant and told me so. I looked at the web-sites on periods & fertility cycles again, and then checked our sex calendar. Remember all these notes I've been keeping? If Fe was pregnant it was not mine. 

First, if she was with child, what signs would we notice? I began to wonder about her actions over the last week. She had gone to church, maybe to confess? She said she had errands to run after work, maybe to a hotel with him? She was painting the dining room, and hall, and bathroom, to exhaustion. She said it was therapeutic, maybe therapeutic to busy herself and not think about having sex with D and feeling guilt? She had stopped talking about him but was that because she didn't have anything to talk about or that there was something she was to ashamed to talk about? She was having nausea and vomiting.

On the other hand her tubes have been tied safely for 8 years. Wouldn't her breasts be swollen and tender? She swore they've not done the humpty hump and if it can not be mine and it isn't his, than there probably isn't one. Finally she wasn't going thru great guilt as she did every time there was a kiss.

This is a lot to consider. I went home the next day with a flower and a pregnancy tester. I gave her the flower and told her all my observations. I explained, I wanted her to know no matter what, we'd get thru this together. I said she had her tubes tied and I believe they are still tied. I said her breasts are not swollen or tender, a major sign of pregnancy, also indicating she was not with child. 

I said this next part carefully to see her reaction, "The menstrual cycle and the fertility cycle indicate that if you are pregnant the child is not mine since we haven't had sex since your last period." 

I then said I saw her yesterday's text to D saying she didn't think so and hoped not. My assumption was this text was hopefully simple concern and not an indication they had done more. 




Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 03



I would not let her interrupt as I continued to tell her if they had I was as much to blame for all my teasing, playing, and pushing, over the last couple months, and she was not nor would she ever be alone in all this!

She said they had never done anything like that and never would. If she was pregnant it was mine and she'd have a DNA test to prove it. 

I reminded her that if she was pregnant we'd need no DNA test to see who's child it was. She realized this instantly, the identity of the father would be simply black or white. She agreed but assured me it could not be. 

I said I believed her. I still believed her tubes are tied and she is safe from possible pregnancy. 

I said I was sorry for antagonizing the possible situation when she needed me to help her stop. 

She was sorry too for everything. We hugged and then did the test. It came back negative. So we are off to a new start. 

Later at the doc's she learned she has an ear, sinus, and throat infection causing all her symptoms. Antibiotics will salve those problems and we will work together on the others.

She also learned that it is safe for me to poke my fingers inside her as I've been doing... as long as they are clean. I always wash before I eat, and I always anticipate a snack in bed. 

I miss writing her the letters I use to, and telling her about loves of old, and plans for us. I turned my attentions to trying to get published. 

I wanted to see if anyone wanted to hear about; 'Sex with the girl I knew in High School', or 'the Wild Nurse who liked to play Doctor', or 'the Birthday Girl who wanted a Hansom Stranger to Rape Her so I gave Her One as a Gift', or 'the Girl who liked the Gang Bang', or 'the One who Liked Public Places'.

I started with this story about Fe and D and Me because it is the most current and I believe interesting story I know, maybe because I am biased. Also I had all this stuff recorded on this subject and needed an outlet with hopes you'd like to see it too. Besides it has been my only story I could focus on for the past couple months.

I wanted you to see Fe as I see Fe and see me as I wish to present myself... human. 

See, Fe to me is like a teenager, new to the world of sexual exploration and healthy mutual attraction of the opposite sex. I want her to have fun with it and become a more flavorful feline... for me. I want to be proactive in her adventure but not push her into anything she doesn't really want. I want to help my best friend find happiness and new depths to her personality while expanding her knowledge in this new and mysterious world of sex and passion. 

Now as two dogs circling the same pray, this beautiful Asian kitty, Fe, I know D would like to help Fe learn more about the art of love and the joy of sex, about her gifts of passion she may enjoy learning how to offer, as we mongrels learn how to enjoy receiving. Is there truly not more feline to Fe than any one mongrel can handle? Is it crazy to think Fe'll be better to me by learning from D?

It sounds like such a tangle of words but when you add saliva and sweat, and other bodily fluids at the same time mixing them all with a rhythmic motion, bites and sucks, slaps and stabs, you get so much more than confusion of words... you get orgasmic fusion that is more amazing than an atomic explosion, and fun so much fun too, to do. Been there? Done that? Want to?

Remember dogs hunt best in a pack. So I wonder if we D and me need to be advisories in this game of... cat and mouse. So, what do you think? 

Fe and I have talked out everything and have lain to rest the aDventure. I told her I believe it will return when they return to Swing, but she assures me there is no more interest between them. She asked me to drop it and I have. She comes home and reassures me all is well, almost daily. I don't respond because I believe as I did, but want her to believe what she feels is right.

The summer is all but over and next chapter I believe we will be in the next school year. I'm not acting as strange... maybe because I have you to tell my tail too. I will write you soon. White Dog

To be continued...



Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 04



Last we knew, Fe and D had quietly suffered thru summer privately apart as they worked together in teams. We had suffered too as she tried to regain her pride, wanting to return to a life similar to what we had before all this. My problem was I never wanted to go back to that, so we struggled. 

Fe was feeling a calm from the lack of pursuit and knew in her heart of hearts all was over between she and D. 

I was not so calm or confident. My readers to date had informed me I was a nut and sick and should divorce, and couldn't write to boot. I found it odd people seeking to read smut like I was writing, were so good at giving sound moral advice. You never know where you'll find it. So I started doubting the direction I was taking and doubting our possible success in survival.

I was thinking of that old saying, "If you love someone let them go. If they return they are yours. But if they don't they were never yours in the first place." I remember another ending that said, "If they don't, hunt them down and kill them. LOL" This seams to be the view of my critics to date.

All was about to change for all of us as summer was ending and along with it the dreaded day shift. School too was about to start. So all the conditions were about to repeat themselves that opened the door to all this love triangle between these two dirty dogs and that darn cat. 

Want to see what came next?

Hello all you mangy dogs and cool cats following my tail wagging. They say if your not the lead dog the view never changes! Butt... if that view is of a good looking piece of tail, who could ask for anything more? LOL

I had just come home from an easy night at work to find Fe up and Adam prepping for a new day. She seamed to be back in her element, bubbly and happy. Day shift just didn't agree with her. I can understand that, what with the politics and the rat race. She was my Fe once again.

I knew the kids were off to school so I stripped and slid into bed. If she wanted to play now was our time. 

I asked her how last night went and you could see a shadow pass over her. Her face dropped and her shoulders slumped. I didn't have to ask again. She spit out the mouthwash and stepped into the room with only her bra and panties on. 

Her eyes looked into mine and then quickly away as she said, "I'm so sorry daddy. It happened again." 

I had the blanket pulled over me so she didn't notice how fast my buto inflated. I said, "What happened Fe?" 

She turned to hide her face as she spoke, "D came to me again last night." 

I couldn't hear her because she was speaking into her hands, so I asked her to repeat.

She faced me, "D came to me again... last night."

I asked, "Is there something you feel you should be punished for?" 

She looked at me as if this had never occurred to her. I had always been supportive, even encouraging. Now I was talking about punishment? 

I asked, "Didn't you want me to act more normal?" 

She nodded her head. 

"Do you want me to act like your daddy?" 

She thought about this for a minute.

I went on, "If I spank you like a father then you will know I care, and you will feel chastised. Right? Is this what you want from me?" My voice was calm but firm. 

She slowly began to nod her head as she whispered, "yes".

I told her to take off her bra and panties. After a moment hesitation I said it louder and with more conviction. She jumped and did as I commanded. I sat up and pulled the cover off me. She could see how excited I was. 

In a moment I had reasoned in my mind that if I go the rout of the cuckold husband it might end up like all those stories you cats and dogs have written where the cuck gets squashed and lost, as the wife after playing like she has no respect for her hubby finds for real she has none.

I've dreamt of coming home to find Fe moaning softly in her sleep as she dreams. Seeing her biting and sucking on her swollen lips, a soft cry of pain escapes from deep in her throat. Dreaming of her hugging her naked body writhing in pleasurable pain, I've imagined seeing hickies dark blood red surrounded by tender pink bite marks with duel red angry crescent teeth marks on her neck and breasts. I dreamt I Looked close to see her nipples sucked and chewed to a swollen tenderness.

I imagined she'd twitch as my subtle breath touched those tender cones of agonized flesh, as I breathed ever so gently on her in my dreams. I even imagined seeing those bite marks upon her belly and then more trailing into that fatty flesh of the insides of her thighs. 

Then I breathed again in my dream and she felt it there between her thighs. It caused her to moan and spread her thighs butterfly wide. In there I see the hickies all around her clitoris and labia. They radiate out across her tender flesh mostly on that hard bonny area right next to either side of her cunt that extends out into the fatty tissue of the thigh. I see lots of them indicating a lot of sucking, biting, and growling took place here around her twat in my dreams.

I breathed again and her crotch rose to my call. I hear in my dreams her hungry moan again. I lean close for a sniff, and smell sex, Fe's and that Black Dog's. Her pussy burps and a white foam coats her inner lips, a lot of viscous clear liquid like jelly oozes out of her vagina and seeps thru the crack of her ass to pool in the sheet below. Ho what dreams are made of.

I notice her knees drawing high and her pussy lifting up as if to greet me. I look up in my dreams to see her smiling down over her chest and lovely breasts at me. Her hands reach for my head in my dreams and with sleepy eyes she speaks.

Ever so lovingly her mouth forming the words, "Kiss my puki daddy. Kiss it. Kiss it for me. Please... It's so hungry." Even though I know she'd never do this or say this, with the condition I picture her in and me in here in my dreams she does, she does ask me, she asks me to lick her pie, her cream pie. I hear her soft airy whisper pleading, "Kiss my poki daddy. Please..." In my dreams I am pleased to please her with kisses and tonguing's and sucking to drive her to our own wonderful orgasms. 

As I said I know she'd never... ever... so I realize at this moment each time I dream this dream, all is but a dream, as I dream impossible dreams. And I realize this is just a silly dream, never to be. 

Usually in all those cuckold stories, I've read here written by my fellow Authors in this dark realm of entertainment, the hubby is never to enjoy love and tenderness with his wife ever Ever EVER again. He's doomed to humiliation, and probably in his state will find suicide his only escape. If I force Fe to this end what can I expect?

Nope, that's not for me. Time to find a new dream to enjoy, one that brings us closer together.

On the other hand I love Fe and would love to hear her sexual exploits with this Black Dog and his big black buto that keeps nudging at her puki as they kiss uncontrollably. I imagine her thrill with the new ride, you know like the difference between the old up and down gravity fed woody rollercoaster's verses the mod high tech all steel rocket coasters with mag lift and 360 loop-de-loops. 

One's not better than the other. They're different rides both to be admired and enjoyed.

As my mind ponders the possible difference in sensations, I recall taking a dump not long ago. Sorry I won't linger here long and I promise it won't get too stinky. I recall having one of those movements where I had to push and push and little squishy turds worked out. I recall the sensation was less than satisfactory, like 'was that a fart or a shit' movement. You never?

Then another occasion recalled one of those that makes you stop because it feels like it's about to rip you a new one. Had a movement like that? 

You feel like you have a mountain of pooh inside you and it keeps poking like you are going to loose it if you don't get to the pot ASAP. You walk funny kind of stiff as if to keep from springing a leek. 

You sit and start and things feel like they are stuck so you twist and rotate your torso trying to break something loose now. You wonder how a minute ago you felt like you'd explode and now... nothing. A deep breath and a solid contraction along with squinting your eyes and biting your lip makes all the difference.

As that moment begins where earth starts to move, you stop and take a deep breath realizing it might be to big to handle, so you hold it... hold it... and well, then finally you relax and things do move and it's too late to hold back now and for a moment there's a searing pain that makes you want to scream in total agony. 

Then its as if your guts fall out thru your ass hole and keeps flowing thru you as if a mile of this pile is flowing and never going to end and finally it does, it does end, it ends and all that is left is a twitching of your tingling dangling throbbing sex and flexing sphincter trying to close the volumous void. 

This is when you realize what those old people are talking about when they say there's nothing quite like taking a good healthy dump. LOL

I wondered if all those times Fe asked me if it was in, if it was like those little unsatisfactory squirts, and if maybe she ever felt a ride on a big buto it would be like having the world pass thru those loins. I love her enough to want her to know what GOOD SEX really is all about!

But how, and not loose my Fe forever in the process? I want her to want the old woody, even after enjoying the Wonder Dog coaster.

For now it looks like the best solution is to let her be submissive and apologetic. If only the truce had held. But If the kisses continue she will need a father figure. 

I'll do my best. All this seamed to just come to me in a flash as I told her to lie across my lap. She looked scared and I reassured her, "I love you. You want to feel you've received proper punishment. Say it. Say you want me to spank you for kissing D." 

She lay across my lap and said, "I'm sorry. Spank me daddy." 

I said, "First I must know what I am spanking you for.' 

I softly patted her pretty round rump. Her fatty gluteus maximus was warm and ready. 

She said, "We kissed again." 

I let the first whack land across the left cheek causing her to yelp. 

I asked, "How long did you kiss D this time?" 

She hesitated a second and then said, "About the same as before, maybe ten minutes. Not long." 

I let the second whack strike her cheek in the same place. My hand stung so I know her butt did too. Again she yelped and began to get up crying and complaining.

I held her and asked if she ever walked out of confession because the priest told her to do a lot of hail Marries? "Do you want to play like I care or do you want to really feel that I care? You don't want me to encourage you to kiss D, do you? Do you want me to throw you out of the house or leave myself?" 

She was really crying now. I hated myself for doing this to my precious Fe.

"You want this to hurt so you feel like you've paid for your crime against the family. You want it to be memorable the next time you are tempted. Take your punishment. You'll feel a lot better for it."

"So tell me the details beginning with how it happened." 

While she talked I softly soothed her hot tender bottom with gentle strokes.

D had sent her a text, a nasty joke, a 'Dr Joke' with a blond. He ended his text telling Fe he'd like to play Dr with her, LOL. 

She said she took it as a joke. She sent him a reply, "LOL I'm not blond. Smile." 

She had finished cleaning up in her new assigned area and was taking out the trash, and there he was by the dumpster. She asked him what he was doing here. He said he had to take his trash out too. 

He said, "I missed you. Did you miss me maybe a little?" 

Fe said, "I told him I did but we shouldn't do this." 

She explained that D took her trash and tossed it into the dumpster and asked, "Do what? This?" 

Fe said, "No, we shouldn't hug and kiss." 

She said she was out of control at that point, her mind not thinking, because next she said to D, "Come with me." 

She took his hand and led him into the building and into the room she had just finished cleaning, the art room. She said she pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around him and... 

WHACK... I let the next paddling fall on her opposite cheek this time. Again she yelped and I held her still asking, "Did you bite his lips and did he bite yours this time?" 

She nodded her head and thru sobs said, "We bit each others lips and sucked each others tongues." 

I let a hard pat smack loud but with little force so it wasn't real painful. I really don't want to do this but I know it is going to make her feel better later, so I drove on for both our sakes. Ever hear that old saying, "It hurts me more than it does you?" I'd rather it was me getting these smacks on the ass, but things are as they are.

Fe said he held her around the waist and they pulled tight to each other. As before she was reluctant to go into further details.

I ask a question, "Did you turn out the lights?" 

When she said no I let two hard swats burn into her flesh. Her bottom was a rosy red now. I had to check something so I slid my fingers thru her pussy and yes she was getting wet. 

I explained, "That's for breaking your promise. You promised you'd turn out the lights if and when it ever happened again. Remember?" 

She said yes. 

"So next time you won't forget, will you?" I said this as I stoked her now very hot tender bottom. 

She said "No".

I let a gentle swat emphasize my words, "No what?" 

She said thru loud sobs and clenched teeth, "No. I won't forget to turn out the lights next time. But there is not going to be a next..."

I cut her off with another gentle blow to the opposite cheek to get the story back on track. "So you felt that magnetism?" 

She nodded. 

"Did you feel your titties pressed tightly against his chest?" 

She seamed to know where I was going with my line of questioning and started to complain... WHACK. 

I asked, "Did you feel his buto again?" 

She remembered the last whack and decided not to complain, just answer my question, "Yes." 

I wish she would just tell me, but no, she has to make me fish for the answers so... whack.

"Yes, but it didn't get hard it was just..." Whack, I didn't believe this. 

"Come on Fe. You haven't kissed in over two months and are thrown into a lip biting tongue sucking body hugging passionate romantic kiss and you expect me to believe he didn't get hard?" I let another pat on the ass sting a little sense into her. 

"I bet he was hard before you led him into that room. I'd be!" 

If my baby wasn't crying so much this might actually be fun. 

I resolved to continue for the both of us. "Tell me the truth." 

She sobbed some more and started again, "I felt it nudging me down there but I didn't feel it." she cried. 

"I told you you didn't have to keep that promise, didn't I?"

She nodded as she formed the words thru her clinched teeth, "Yes." 

I told her I let her out of that one because I wanted her to not feel I was pushing her into this. I also said I felt that the promises I did have her make I expected her to keep. I concluded by making her promise to keep her promises... or else!

She hesitated till she felt me draw back. Then quickly said, "Yes, I promised." 

This was a key moment for us as I pushed, "So IF there is a next time you will remember your promises and not break them. Right? They only apply if there is a next time, and you keep saying there is not, so unless it does you are off the hook." 

She agreed. 

I said I wanted her to tell me exactly what she was promising to do should this happen again. 

I slid my hand down between her thighs and cupped her labia as she said, "I promise to turn out the lights if he kisses me, if we kiss again." 

I slid a finger deep to stroke her clit as she said these last words. I kept stroking it as I said, "Repeat." 

She did and we were both pleased with her response.

I told her her pussy was very wet and asked if she needed to get fucked? 

She said "yes". 

I decided to stop the role playing for a while and let her have me White Dog the good guy without the thought of Black Dog the villain. But first I wanted to establish a new pattern. I said I wanted her to stand up and look at her bottom in the mirror. 

As she stood I knelt beside her. Her cheeks were red and very hot. I gently kissed each several times and told her I love her. She held my head as if to say she needed this, in the worst way.

I rose to stand beside her and said, "You have to make me a new promise each time you two kiss. I insist or I will have to quit and go sleep in the basement. You can have him to please your every sexual desire. I will be your kid's dad but not your husband if you refuse this.

This made her shudder, "What do you want daddy?" 

I looked into her eyes and said, "First all my promises I ask you to keep are only pending on you kissing him again, so it is not my forcing you to do something you don't really want to do. If you do it and are willing to keep your promises they were things you really felt you wanted or at least were willing to do for that kiss. Right?" 

She said it would not happen again. 

I said, "Good, than you won't have to keep these promises to me. But if you choose to do what you want, as my wife you must do what I want too, okay?" 

She said, "Yes daddy".

I had this figured out in my minds eye for a long time only never knew how to get to it, "If and when you two kiss again I want you to turn your back to him like this, and put your arms like this." I turned her so she was standing before me with her back to me. I pulled her arms up over her head and placed them around my neck. She looked lovely in the mirror.

I put my head beside hers and turned toward her. Over her shoulder I kissed her lips hard as my hands slid down over her rib cage, down to her waist, and around to her belly. I pulled her tight to me and nudged my rock hard dog bone into her hot and very tender rump.

"Do you like that?" I asked. 

She nodded as she bit my lip. 

I walked us over to the door and asked, "What is your promise?" 

She started to answer. 

I bit her lip and pointed to the switch on the wall. She turned out the light as I said, "Will you promise to kiss him in this position next time you two kiss if you ever kiss him again?" 

She started to balk and I drew my hand back like I was about to spank her again. She grabbed my wrist and said, "Yes daddy, yes. I promise." 

I slid my hand back to her belly and nudged my buto into her derrière again feeling it slide thru her gap and clear to her clitoris.

"Feel that?" I asked. 

She nodded her head and said, "Mmm Hmmm!" in the language of love as she sucked on my tongue. My lips were tingling from her bites and felt fat from swelling. 

I pulled my mouth free and said, "That's the two promises. I let you out of the third, but not with me. Feel my buto Fe." I felt her hand leave my neck before I said the last word. 

I waited for it. I drew back and let my buto slide up the crack of her ass so it was sandwiched between us. A moment later I felt it. Her fingers slid between us and wrapped firmly around my cock. 

"This is only for you! Now fuck me daddy. PLEASE."

I climbed into bed, dug in, then bounced up from under the covers. I rolled over with my dick in hand to find... she was gone. Fe was not in the bed, not in the bedroom. My hard-on was aching for relief and I could not figure out where she had gotten off to. Where was my Fe?

I jolted upright and remembered... Fe goes to swing shift next week. 

Was this real? 

Not a bit of it. 

It sure felt real. My hand ached from the paddling's and my cock pulsed with expectations. Maybe it is real, just not yet. Yes, this was a mental dog-run in my own little corner of the twilight zone. I took a piss and my passions went down the drain.




Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 04



As I look back on my dream I remember most of it in a kind of fog. I liked parts but other parts are hard to swallow. Could I really do that to Fe? Would she really like it, or hate me for it? Would I like it, or hate myself for it? Will I have the guts to see it thru if and when the time does come? I, no we can only hope it never!

It is something to think about as I lie alone in bed awaiting the future with anticipation and some dread. I'll have to get back to you on this... maybe.

Now... to my audience, I would ask you to not only read and rate this story, give it your best criticism, but also give me your best advice. Am I nuts? Should I do this or not? Are there steps you'd recommend I haven't thought about? I'm asking you to help. I will give a follow up story as this tail wags. Hope you've enjoyed. Thank you all. Thank you D. and thank you Fe for giving me a second chance to feel the thrills of love with my true love!

To be continued...



Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 05



Epilogue

For those of you who enjoy reading my story, I am sorry to report, this is not going to be a new chapter of fun and adventure, of anticipation and desires. It is simply the end, I believe.

Let me explain. The last chapter was just my dream that took place a week before the new school year began. As the summer came to an end, Fe was worried about returning to the old shift with D. She knew in her heart she still harbored feelings, even though she denied them.

During the summer I told Fe about this web-site and our story. She was intrigued but didn't want to read it at the time. I didn't want her to go read it later, and find the reviews without at least a heads up. So, I told her about the reviews from the readers, and she was hurt. She was first shocked that they'd advise me to divorce her, that I was sick, that I had no writing skills. Well that one really didn't bother her. But the others sure did, greatly. 

She remembered her coworker's attitude toward the Tom Cruise movie, especially D's, and this just compounded the worries that I was possibly sick in the head, that she was awful, and that this was too perverted. I reasoned that it was no worse than wanting to have an affair, witch is what D wanted to do with my wife. I asked, "Isn't it better to be honest and have my blessings? Who's getting hurt in our side of this story?" this didn't help. It is still weird!

I didn't submit a summer chapter because things got slack. Fe had day shift, working in groups. There was new management that acted like they needed to make their position felt. And there was the job of breaking in the new employee. Little time was free to pursue extracurricular activities with D, even if she wanted too. But she acted as though she'd really rather not.

I teased with our role-playing games a bit, and we enjoyed several playful massages. But she was cold, distant most of the time, especially when I'd attempt playing our games. So I decided to lay off the attempts to keep kindled any spark between them. That's when I wrote the last chapter.

When summer ended and school began, things changed. Life got a lot more hectic for Feline, with the return to swing-shift. Work got more stressful, with a new workload. Even though they had assigned areas, management had them setting up for concerts, then breaking all down again, after, all in addition to the assigned areas. Oh, they also had a new policy that gave teachers opportunity to complain when they were not satisfied with their areas. 

Fe felt she had to make her mark, she is prideful that way. She did her best to do all that was required, and then she'd do the best she could in her areas, and then more to boot. All this took its toll on her back. She was crushed when management sent a note saying she had not done something. She cried, because they just didn't know everything she had done.

I continued to lay off about D and focused on getting her back to her peek. She needed good support. That came in both wearing a back-brace and in my helping reduce stress, (NO pushing). She also needed some stress relief in the form of socializing with friends. It worked, and she was beginning to relax and be herself again.

She was so hateful at times, saying things about D's breath. At other times she'd just come off the cuff with something mean, like when she bought a shirt that said "Just say NO!" she said she was going to wear it just for him.

I asked her if she blamed him for what had happened, did she think he was solely at fault? I had left her alone about D for a month now, but when she said this about the shirt I said it sounded like she hated him, like she saw him as a monster. She disagreed, but her tone changed from that day.

Other things were happened too through this time of stress, and when added into the mix made for the perfect storm. Fe had a cousin with a tumor that nearly ruined his career and made him consider suicide. Her sister was being pushed by aunts and uncles to do something that would hurt her family. Her brother was diagnosed with a severe medical condition. And in our house the kids were sick and things were falling apart. All this appeared to Fe to be the wrath of God upon her bad behavior.

At school, all the conditions were restored for a re-blossoming of this adventurous old dog's tail. But, with them returned Fe's worries, guilt, and the wrath of God. Now we come to D returning to the same bat-place same bat-time, hoping to rekindle the same romance they'd shared so long ago. As you can imagine with her frustrations, fears, worries, and self loathing, D had no idea what dog-shit he was about to step into.

For the employee's Pre-Thanksgiving-meal Feline took a nice dinner to work. I asked if it went well. She said they all loved it. She said D had not been eating meals with them, opting to nap. She said all seamed to be long past and she was finally happy, feeling free of the whole affair. As I said, I left this and all comments along so as not to agitate. 

I had grown accustom to clocking her periods and new November's was around the 20th. We made love that day and I reminded her of the coming flood. She laughed and said I was her doctor. Here is what happened. 

I had told her several times that I wanted her to sneak in one morning and wake me by climbing up over me and telling me to eat her pussy. She liked this and promised too soon. Well today was the day, and she did it better than I had hoped. She snuck in and climbed up onto me. I awoke to see her towering over me in her pretty little see threw RED negligee. Her pussy was delicious and the surprise was wonderful. It was all I could hope for and more! WOW!

We enjoyed this position for a long while. Fe kept asking me if I could breathe, and I assured her I was in heaven. It was just the two of us with no role-playing, and we had a ball. We switched to a fun position I had looked up, the Reverse-Cow-Girl. Finally I resumed our original position witch we both loved. Here I could look up at her and eat her some more. Life still had a wonderful spark to enjoy.

Fe asked if I really wanted to eat her after we'd just been fucking. I asked, "Why not?" We changed positions into the normal Missionary and I had to unload. I drove into her and begged her to cum with me. She kept saying, "Cum for me daddy, cum deep in my pussy." I did and she thought that would be the end, as it had been most every time before. Or, maybe I'd finger her now wet pussy to a tingly orgasm, as we sometimes enjoyed. But this time I moved quickly down between her legs and she squealed as my lips began to caress her labia and clit.

She couldn't believe I'd do this, eat her after coming inside her. I said I would consider kissing her after coming in her mouth, even though I never had. Actually she's never gone that far, but old girlfriends had and I did, and liked it. I asked if she liked it when I played with her pussy after I had come inside. She said yes. I said, "You know I like to do that. Well now you know I like this too." 

She asked if it tasted bad, and I said it tasted like us. Actually it was something I had to force myself to do. You know how men like to role over and go to sleep after. Plus the mental perspective of sex changes, from wanting to do anything nasty... to total apathy. But this time I really wanted to do this for both of us, and she seamed to like it. I loved making her squirm in this new adventure giving back some of the thrill she had given me by waking me in this wild new fashion. 

I wanted her to cum for me now with my mouth sucking on her pussy. She cooed and purred and begged me to chew on her clitoris as she dug her fingers into my hair. I did this and lapped like a dog at her nasty wet labia, and dug my tongue deep into her tangy cum filled hot swollen vagina. 

I asked her to wake me again like this! I planned to do it all again next time, just as we had this time! I wanted her to want me to repeat this nasty play, just as desperately as I wanted it myself. I wanted this to become our new norm!

If we could keep this spark in our bed, maybe I could let go of the thoughts of her and D, as she had requested so many time before. She had pleaded with me to forget D and stop being jealous. I wasn't jealous, just desirous for more fun adventure and challenge. The more she told me of them the more I wanted to improve our relationship. She didn't realize how hot and sexy she was after her kisses. It wasn't just the way I saw her. She was different, and I loved that difference!

I don't remember how it came up, but D was mentioned (not by me). I said something in return and she got defensive, telling me to just forget him. I said I had, but she was the one who kept mentioning him first. I decided to let it drop before stirring this dog bowl once again. 

Then came the predicted Red-Tide with little mood swing to show for it, oddly enough. She was doing well all around. I on the other hand, was growing moody do to the loss of play and the challenge to let go. I wanted that energy required to keep up with the competition. I found walking no fun without the need. I found watching what I ate less motivational too. I was getting depressed. 

A few days later Feline said, "D came to me and said he had walked past that corner and remembered." I asked what corner he meant. She explained, the one they first kissed at. She continued to say she told him to forget about it. I could see trying to alter her course would only make things worse, so I shut up.

She still had a loathing tone when she spoke of him, as if she blamed him. I thought about all that had happened between them and all that we had discussed. Maybe it was because of me she hated him. I asked if she did and why. She said she agreed that men talk. She believed he bragged about her. This was why she blamed him and despised him so! 

This made me wonder what might have really happened. I reviewed all my notes and stories and came up with a good possible alternative scenario. I wrote it down and then wondered how to show her what I had found.

I decided to write her another letter. Remember the letters that got me in so much trouble before? Well, I was going to try it again. This time I decided to make it sound like a letter from him. I would write it as if he wanted to send her a final love letter. Here is the edited K-9 version of his letter.

My sweetest Feline,

I told you the other day that I walked past THAT corner and remembered. I don't know how you remember everything but I wanted you to know how I do. 

One day I was working as usual when I heard you call me for help. You had locked your keys in the teacher's room. Remember? I was happy to help you recover them. As I opened the door I remember we talked about my problems. You offered some advice, and then, you offered me a hug. Something happened as we hugged, a spark maybe. You turned your head as I was turning mine I think, and your lips brushed my cheek I think. Was it an accident? 

I stepped to the door quickly, then turned, and looked into your eyes wondering what just happened. Was it more than just a hug, or was it just a static charge from the carpet? You looked back into my eyes. I couldn't help but smile. You must have felt how much I liked you at that moment. I'm sure I was all grins. 

I was really in shock and a bit flustered, no... much more than just a bit. I was still asking myself, "Does this mean you like me? I mean really likes me... you know what I mean, as in... desire." 

The story really hadn't begun yet. I was still unsure we felt what I think we felt. I was a bit giddy with the prospect of you, this beautiful exotic Asian woman, with your sexy figure and pretty smile, actually having a bit of a shining for me. 

I like to flirt with the cats, all the cats. What red-blooded 30 year old strong hansom black dog doesn't? But I really couldn't believe this, whatever we shared, was really possibly happening.

I work another job with Fox as you know, and at our other job that night I said to him, "I think Feline likes me." He said, "In your dreams Big Dog." But from that point on I think he felt he had an obligation to not let anything happen between us, just in case. See, he knows my wife and kids, and me too, me especially. 

I on the other hand had to know. I just had to! I started plotting to find out. A week passed with my not saying a thing to Fox, hoping he'd forget all about it. I was wondering if you had forgotten too. I thought to myself, I probably imagined it all anyway, what ever IT was. 

Really it was nothing more than a 'something happened' moment followed by a lot of big grins. Surely you had no real interest other than just being friends. You have a white dog with a good job, and a pup and kitten. You've told us all about them. You seam happy with your life. 

But that smile you gave me. That could be just a friendly smile. When I text you, you playfully text back. But so does everyone else. Am I just dreaming? Am I making something out of nothing? Am I doing you wrong by thinking these things? Am I just a Bad Dog chasing rabbits in my sleep?

A week passed and I just had to find out. I decide to do something. I planned to sneak to you. This is where my dog tail actually began for me. This is where I always begin reminiscing. This is the night I remember as the start of our short but very sweet love affair. 

The whole time I was prowling, I was thinking of what to say. I was a bit scared, because you might reject me, or worse think I was harassing you. I decide to simply offer my help... again, and see how you respond. 

I was practicing in my mind, "I was wondering if you needed any help, I thought you might need some help, can I help you, wow you sure look sexy tonight, would you like a hand with that, I missed you, want some help, you know I took your advice and..." 

Right about then, I ran smack dab into you as you were exiting the building after finishing the art room. "What are you doing here D?" You asked me. 

What am I doing here? I wondered. What had I just practiced? My mind went blank with the sight of you. My thoughts were now only on how beautiful you looked and how enticing. My lips automatically said the words I had just rehearsed, "I took your advice and... and... and wanted to say thanks." I wait a moment then add, "Do you want some help with that?" 

You told me no, that you were done with your work, and glad your advice helped me. I looked deep into your eyes and noticed you gazing back into mine. I said, "I was wondering... can I have... another... hug?" 

You opened your arms invitingly and said, "Consider this hug from your wife." I stepped into your arms and hugged you, and you hugged me too. 

This was the moment of truth. If that moment last week was just a carpet-shock I would find out right here and now. I really hoped it was not! I turned my head to look at you, and you actually turned toward me also. I whisper the words, "I missed you." Do you remember that? It was a long time ago. You probably don't like thinking about this anymore. This letter is probably just more heartache for you. Sorry, I never meant to hurt you.

You felt so yummy in my arms, and you looked so delicious. I just wanted to kiss you so much. Your lips were so close to mine I could almost taste them. Your breath was rapid and shallow and your eyes look dreamy. I absorbed all of you with all my senses at that moment. You are so sexy! 

This was it. If you didn't want to kiss me, if this was all in my head, just a big mistake, a misunderstanding by me, I was about to find out. I looked one last time into your eyes for any sign of rejection. You didn't turn away. And as I lowered my lips to yours, you actually lifted yours to mine!

As we kissed that first wonderful kiss, I squeeze you in my arms with all my heart just as our lips touched. You still didn't resist. I parted my lips and you parted yours too. Wow this was amazing! I closed my eyes and experienced you, knowing you too were enjoying me just as much. And as we kissed, I felt your body crushed against mine, your breasts against my chest, your tummy on mine, both our hips and thighs aligned. It was doggy heaven for me, and I was your cat's meow!

The thought of this moment even today thrills and amazes me! What can I say? You excite me so Feline! And as we kissed, you bit my lips. You were damned exciting and so fucking erotic. I never had a cat bite me like that before. 

And when I probed your mouth with my tongue you sucked on it nastily. Damn girl! Then you stuck your tongue in my mouth and let me suck on yours before we made our tongues wrestle and spar. 

WOW! I really liked my new hot gorgeous little fireball pussy-cat! This thought ran through my mind day and night for months. You were so damn thrilling! And from the way we hugged and kissed I knew you really liked me too. 

"Please," I remember praying, "don't let this be just an accident, or a mistake." No, you were holding me as tightly as I held you. As we kissed, I gripped tighter and my hips rocked into you. It was purely an involuntary action. I didn't mean too, I really didn't. I didn't even think about it. I wasn't thinking at all. I was just loving the moment, loving you Feline. 

I was running on emotion, and feelings, and passion, and adrenalin, not reason. It was just my stupid body talking, really. It wasn't my fault. I continued to explore your lips, your tongue, your teeth, all your delicious mouth and how you used it in fluid motion to bite and suck and probe and explore mine in return. 

That's when you noticed I had this raging hard-on. I was now rubbing my mighty dog-bone against you. It had a mind of its own. I was oblivious to it, really. It just happens when I get as stimulated as you make me. 

The moment was magical, the kiss amazing, and I wished it could go on all night. But you pulled back and shooed me away so quickly. It had to be because of my stupid physical reaction, my body talk, my dog-gone-dog-bone saying how much it likes us kissing. 

This is my memory of our very first kiss!

In this fictitious letter from D, I go on to detail very graphically each and every kiss from his point of view, his thoughts, his reactions. Sorry if I misrepresented you D in any way. I used the info she gave me, and tried to put myself in your shoes, to get it right. 

My main goal was to get her to see, D probably didn't brag about them, making her anger toward him unnecessary and in fact, wrong. My other reason for writing all this was to remind her of what they had shared, and hopefully get her to feel those passions again. After detailing the next four kisses, I concluded the letter with this;

This is my memory of our fifth and final kiss!

I felt I needed to let you know just how deeply my feelings go and how strongly I feel for you. Although we only shared a few kisses I feel as though we were as intimate as lovers. Given the right time and space, we could have had a beautiful love. 

I don't want you to hate me, but I realize you can't love me either. So please if you remember, remember me as a Good Dog, and not bad, or as that evil guy who took advantage. 

So, as I told you my pussy-cat, I walked past THAT corner and remembered. Now you know what I remember. And now you can see why I have so hard a time just forgetting. 

Although you may, I don't want too forget. Time will dull the memories for both of us, but never wash them away for me. 

I don't wish to make you remember anything you see as bad, but I only feel good about what we shared. You may forget me, maybe you already have, but I will remember you with these wonderful thoughts. I wish you well. 

Love always

Black Dog

Fe told me she liked the letter from D, but wished I'd forget him. She said she had, and hoped I could too. She asked me to erase the letter and not mention him again. I agreed and except for here-in these stories you now read all the copies of my letters and notes are deleted. I decided to do it this time, to let go and return to our old way of life. That may be why I have been feeling a little blue.




Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 05



We had our Thanksgiving dinner at our house with our extended families and enjoyed a break from work and colleagues. We were in a comfort zone that was peaceful when a shock hit us like a brick wall dropping on us. A friend died. He was not close but was fun to be around and we liked him an awful lot. It was a shock to get the news that very night, that he had finished his Thanksgiving dinner with his family too when he had a stroke and died. It was the wrath of God again.

I felt a depression drape over me. I had just turned 49 this week, and he was only 5 years older than me. We were both over weight. We both had bad diets and very little exercise. I wanted to pull myself up and dust myself off and start again, but... 

It was now December and I was feeling mellow; not good, not bad. It was Friday and I was working on some Christmas art on the computer, when Fe came to me before going to work. She said she wanted to tell me, she'd felt something this week. She felt she missed him and just wanted to get it out in the open so I could help her fight it. She said she wasn't thinking about making love to him as I had always envisioned, just missed him and the kisses, but she didn't want that either, and wanted me to help her be strong. 

I told her I gave her my blessings and felt we had nothing to worry about as long as we kept talking. I told her I saw the side of her she so despised as sexy and desirous, and a part of her I would miss if she changed. I explained that we don't hate the friends that lust after her, so why should we hate the side of her that lusts after another. I told her that as long as she made her husband happy nothing else really mattered, because we could get thru anything together now. She agreed to some of this and took what she wanted out of my speech. She then kissed me and went to work.

The weekend was nice with a road trip to see some of our remote family. We did laundry and homework on Sunday. Just before I went to work she said, "Thanks for our talk Friday. It really helped. I didn't think about him at all and believe I'm over him." I on the other hand was rekindled.

I have had some wet dreams thinking about their possible renewed lust. I dreamt I was in a bar in a wheelchair looking for sympathy when I saw some pretty girls on a massage table bouncing about. I offered them a message and they asked if I could, being in a wheel chair and all. I told them a joke.

Ever hear the one about the farmer with the long eared mule? Seams this farmer felt sorry for that mule because every time she went into the barn she'd scrape her ears on the frame. One day that old farmer got out his ladder and saw. He marked off where her ears hit the frame and began to cut. Well, along came the postman who asked the old farmer what he was doing and got the story I've just told you. Then the postman asked him, "Why don't you just dig a ditch thru the doorway. Appalled the farmer answered, "Because STUPID, it's her ears that are too long... not her legs."

Well, in my dream it seamed to fit so the girls let me up on the massage table to rub their backs. But before I got there I found myself thinking of Fe. She was straddling my face and telling me she was sorry because it had happened again. She was telling me she had told him she missed him and he asked for a hug, to witch she agreed eagerly. She said she couldn't stop and wrapped her arms around his neck, as he wrapped his around her waist. I ate her pussy as she drove me wild with her cat-tail. 

She continued, "He lifted me and I held on tight and kissed him hungrily. I wrapped my legs around him and he move one hand to my bottom to hold me up." I licked and sucked fearing any word from me would break her spell. 

She said, "I felt his hand leave my back and work its way up to my titty daddy. I was afraid to stop, feeling that if I did we'd never kiss again. So I let him touch me." I pushed my hands up to her titties and squeezed them as she rambled on. 

She continued, "I was biting his lips as his warm fingers squeezed me like this, suddenly he pulled back daddy and I felt I was about to fall! He moved both hands to my bottom and lifted me higher. Then he drove his face to my breasts and began sucking on my nipples. All I could do was bight my lips and hold his head tight to my breast." I squeezed her tits in both my hands as I sucked hard on her pussy.

And on she went, "Then I felt his fingers stroking my pussy. I gasped, oh yes. And then I noticed his hard boo-toe was poking me. I forgot about you daddy as I lowered myself letting D's dog-bone rub my pussy." 

I was sucking hard on her clit now, when she said, "I pulled my legs up higher around D's waist and felt his fingers slide into my pussy again stroking it from my clitoris, thru my very wet labia. He started really chewing on my nipples now. Then finally I felt him push it deep into my vagina daddy."

She was holding my head and rubbing her cunt all over my hungry lips and tongue, "Then I don't know why daddy. Maybe it's because we had practiced it so many times, but I said it. I didn't realize I was saying it really; it was just the right thing to say right then daddy. I was whispering into D's ear, "Fuck me D! Yes, please fuck me D! Oh D I want your big black boo-toe in me now. Fuck me D!"

I was about to explode with the excitement, with the story about to reveal the tail end we'd practiced so many times, the story she'd fantasized, but then I woke up. She never got to the description of what came next. I was awake damn it. I had wet shorts and the last memory was of her whispering the words "Fuck me D." 

I could still see her perched above me in her pretty red negligee just like she had for real a week before. I could remember the smell and taste of her nasty fucked pussy just as it had been then. I collected my thoughts and remembered those realities were ours and the fictitious part was just a weird dream that never happened and probably never would. I guess this has all been a bit weird, agreed?

Well, on another morning Fe came to me as I slept and woke me, not by the means. This time she was gently nuzzling me while she stroked my manhood thru my underwear. It was no dream. 

I love the feeling of having my balls scratched. The tickling sensation is absolutely wonderful and irresistible. She had me in her control before I could think. 

I would have liked to keep the hunger going to see if she would carry it into work and allow temptation to move her, but I was too far for that. 

She was naked as I awoke and she moved my hand to her slippery wet pussy to play with as she gently squeezed my dick causing it to fatten and swell. I was in heaven as my fingers pinched her clit in unison. 

Finally she asked if I wanted to fuck her. I did, and we did, and just the two of us enjoyed a tender moment alone.

Another time soon after, she came to me again, and this time I asked her to tease me. My idea was to have her sit on my face again, but she thought I meant role-playing. She looked at me and said, "D, fuck me." I got hard as a bat and attacked her. 

She was loving it and so was I. While we played she told me she had fantasized D fucking her in a dream. I asked if it was a tender moment, and she said, "No, he took me and held me and fucked me." 

I asked if she liked it and she said, "Yes, but I don't want to think about it. Forget it." So we resumed fucking in silence for a while.

Finally when we were at our peek she started yelling, "Fuck me!" and I asked who. She said, "Oh D, fuck me, fuck me in the elevator D! I want you to fuck me D!" 

After we finished and collapsed in each others arms, she said, "I made that part up about the elevator, for you daddy." I said, "I love it. Thank you. Next time it will be just us again, okay, no D?" she smiled and agreed happily.

One day she came in and told me D had asked some strange questions about coworkers not wanting to work with him. She said it was probably his breath, but she couldn't tell him. I told her she should be honest with him. Dogs prefer truth over feeling good. 

The next day she said she couldn't do it, couldn't tell him he had dog-breath. Then she went to work. I sent D a text asking if he wanted the truth about what she felt. He called and asked what I meant. I explained how she didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him he had dog-breath, but that she felt sure that was why others were avoiding him. I added it was why she held her distance. My hope was that he'd fix the problem and go to her to see if it changed things.

Instead, last week became our last curtain call for this saga of two dogs and a cat. Fe called from work and said D had turned in his notice. He is quitting. 

I asked her how she felt and she shrugged. I told her she needed to mend the pain both of them were suffering. She looked lost. So I wrote her another letter, to remind her why it was important to do this. Here it is.

As I said yesterday Fe, it is so very important for you to mend this division between you and D, now! Why? I'm glad you asked! Let me tell you why!

You desired D enough to start flirting with him, tempting him into desiring you too! You enjoy his affections enough to inspire several kisses, by asking D to hug you again and again knowing each hug was to become another romantic kiss, and each kiss built a stronger bond! You hungered for more of his loving attention, or you would not have kissed him more and more. 

Then you felt guilt, and knew you were not strong enough to say NO to D's wishes. You felt guilty because you knew in your heart these were your wishes too. You felt guilt, and reasoned apart by any means was the best thing for everybody. You felt guilt, and decided to drive D away. You felt guilt, and told yourself he is a bad person because he would do this with you. You felt guilt, and told yourself he is a bad person for wanting you, denying your own want for him. You felt guilt, and convinced yourself D is the bad guy causing your frustrations and worries by tempting you.

I have been trying to get you to look at the truth for a long time Fe. You feel guilt, so you fight my opinion, and reject my reasoning. Still, actions say otherwise. What actions? I'm glad you asked.

You started this, all of it, yet you act like it's all D's fault. You're loosing weight. You're super sensitive to people's comments. You're irritable and short tempered, with the kids and me. And it is not just you.

D is loosing weight. He is not eating right, causing him to have bad breath. He is irritable too, and probably short tempered at home just like you. He probably is blaming himself for what ever went wrong, although for the life of him he can not figure out what that was. He tries to reason, but without the facts he is simply frustrated, and worrying over something he has absolutely no control over. 

Sound familiar? There is absolutely nothing he can do to make this better, except maybe go away, if that's what you really want. He is watching to see how you take the news.

So, now you see the actions I am seeing that make me believe, although they started out as simple little fun kisses, he grew to love you, and you to love him back. Argue, but I know what I see. I see heartache! 

Ever think about Romeo & Juliet, what actually happened? Here it is in a nutshell. Romeo & Juliet fall in love. They felt desires, passions, hunger, and thrills. In most versions they kiss, but not much more. They're simply thrilled with the mutually felt love and desire and passions. 

Then one of the couple is driven away, either by the other, or by family members. The bottom line is the lovers are forced apart, and suffer painful heartache! In these stories, the endings are always tragic. But they are just stories. 

In the case of your romance, you have a chance to end things with a bit of tenderness and love. You have an opportunity to close this chapter in your life with good feelings and memories. And you know you have my heart felt blessings!

Here is what I would do if I were you. I would sit with my lover and hold her hands in mine. I would lean close and whisper, "I am sorry for making you feel so bad. I did it because I remember our kisses too, and knew if I let it get started again, I couldn't stop myself. 

I feel guilty for kissing you, even though I started it by tempting you in the first place. I am torn when I am with you. I want to do what is right, but I also want to experience more with you. For this reason I drove you away, so I wouldn't be tempted.

Your advances were frustrating, because I was saying NO when I really wanted to say YES. It was so hard, and it made me angry. I took that anger out on you, on my kids, on my wife, and who knows who else.

I don't want to be friends, because you will always be more to me than just friends, and it is so frustrating being near you and knowing that I can never have you, if I am going to do what is right. Damn, it is hard to be good sometimes.

What I am trying to say is this. I love you, and wish you the best life has to offer you. I am sorry if I hurt you. I am sorry I tempted you. I am grateful for you giving me those moments I will always joyfully remember. I hope you can forgive me."

Now that's just me, and this is not to try telling you what to do. But if this were me, and I just got done telling, say, my old girlfriend Amy all this, I would ask her, "One last hug?" And if she was receptive, and I know the Amy I dated would be, I'd kiss her one last time with all the love, passion, and frustration I had built up over her! And all this would go into that one last heart felt kiss. And then I would say goodbye. Actually with Amy, because we had so much more than you and D had, we'd probably make it one last... 

I believe in my case you would be jealous and pissed and frustrated, to the point of violence. But I am not jealous, as you very well know. I am grateful for what we have developed between us because of it. So in the scenario with me and Amy I'd kiss her goodbye. I would kiss her today Fe right now, and enjoy the thrill of it. This is as honest as I can be. (I hoped with this news a bit of jealousy might spur her into action)

But in this case, you being the ones saying goodbye, possibly doing one last kiss between lovers, even being as brief and as simple a romance as you two experienced, I believe it is not the time spent or the experiences shared, but the depth of the romance that is heart captivating, love developing. You two didn't do a lot, but like a fire that burns twice as hot, you felt the heat twice as deep inside. 

We never kissed before we fell in love Fe, remember? Was that less meaningful to you, because it was without actual physical contact? Not for me!

I would love knowing you said your goodbyes with D in an effort to make both of you feel life's been good to you. I love you and want you to feel good about all of this! I want you to stop feeling the guilt. The end is here and he will be gone, for ever.  

Ever hear the saying, "Like ships that passed in the night"? This is talking about lovers that experienced romance as it came and went, leaving them little more than memories. The question is, are those good memories, or bad? 

Remember the movie Mamma Mia? That was all about two ships that passed in the night, a summer love that resulted in the daughter, finally resolving in a reconciliation of the true love felt by the couple. Remember?

You know me by now! I would have truly liked a re-blossoming of your romance. But I also love you and understand the frustration of dealing with guilt. 

But think about the guilt you are going to have to deal with if you let D leave thinking you hate him. How did the stories go with the heart broken lovers. The tragedy would be to leave D's heart broken, and you suffering for being the monster that did that to him. 

What do you feel? Still feel D is bad for desiring you? But you tempted him into wanting you. Still deny having any desires for him? But you're cranky, acutely aware of gossip, and loosing weight, plus you deny it constantly as if trying to convince yourself. (she agreed to all this)

What do you think D feels? He knows you tempted him, and wanted him, and enjoyed his desires for you for a while, because you continued offering him hugs knowing they were to become passionate heart felt wonderful kisses. 

But, now you spurn him, making him feel it is all his fault! He knows he pursued you after you started his burning hunger for you, and you felt driven to kiss him as much as he to kiss you! 

And now you act like it was all just his misunderstanding. He remembers acting the BIG-fool for you, and after all that you offered him another kiss, (that was in your opinion the best of all the kisses). But now you tell him to just forget it, like forgetting is just something simple, and he is just being stupid for not doing just that. Do you see him as stupid? (again she agreed with all this)

Of course, what he thought you felt for him was all in his head. All the hugs and kisses, the drives and passions, the teasing and playfulness, the biting of lips and sucking of tongues... all of that was nothing really! You Fe, realize they were just silly little things with no real passion or feelings to any of it. You were just using the boy to experiment. You really don't feel anything for that stinky breathed black boy. (she was saying, "No, no no," to all this)

But he'll realize this with time Fe. All you need to do is keep reminding D that he is bad and you hate him for all of this. Don't you agree? (she could see it was all true and she felt low!)

With a bit of reasoning he will come to see what you are trying to tell him, and D will come around to finally hate you too, just as much as you appear to hate him. And hate is the fire that consumes the one feeling it. You've felt it, and suffered the burns. Please don't make D hate you! Look at what you are doing and think!

Didn't you share a little love with him? Don't you want him to be happy? Don't you want to end this like Mamma Mia, and not like Romeo & Juliet? Don't you want him to remember those tender fun passionate moments with a smile, and not burning hatred for you? Wouldn't you like to remember him with a smile too? You can! Talk to him and tell him the truth, how you feel. And say goodbye, how ever you please.

I love you

Daddy 

Now I am waiting to see if she does talk to him. He's been out all this week, suppose to be back Friday. I plan to wait till she has her chance to make peace. After that, after his last day at work, I plan to act like a pack dog and tell him how to find this story. I think I'll do that anyway, just to let him experience all this from a new light, right after he is gone and her last chance with him.

If there is to be a new story, one that grows out of this, it will have to be because he contacts me some day. I believe this move could be what was needed for expanding the playing field. See, at work there was exposure, gossip, rumors, egos, guilt, and morals. 

But in the real world, we can have a getaway with alcohol and dancing, time to kiss for hours without worry of reprisal or exposure. How?

In our role-playing we came up with several scripts. I mentioned a couple in these chapters. Some involved going to a bar where I'd pick her up after she'd mingled with the crowd for a while. 

But what if while waiting for me to show my ugly mug, Fe enjoyed a good stiff margarita loosening up her inhibitions. She's mingling with the crowd and looking hot! Then suddenly out of nowhere Black Dog the romancer picked her up like his bride, and spun her around onto the dance floor! 

They rock, till a slow set began. Then held tight in his arms, Fe finally gets to dance close with D, and kiss him and experience him with all her desires combined with his. I'd love to watch their passion blossom into real fireworks from a stool at the bar! 




Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 05



"Hay, get a room you two!" I'd expect someone to yell! Maybe even me. What do you think? Could it ever? Only in a dog's life I guess! Woof woof!

Am I for real in all this, you may ask? There is the perversion factor of it all. It is abnormal and considered wrong for an external relationship to be permitted, much less desired. Fe really can't understand or accept the notion that I could actually want for her to say she feels something, and wants to pursue it, and with my blessings. How can this be right in any way shape or form?

I've told her about this web-site and this story of ours. I explained that specializes in stories, sex stories. Here, one can find stories written on a variety of sexually odd practices, considered perversions by most normal people. I guess I fall in the abnormal.

I asked her if she felt cheated, hearing me tell her all these things about my desires and sexual likes. She said no, but I think the jury is really still out. I really want to be the man she wishes me to be, but there is a part of me that wishes she could be the woman I want too. That's why I told her everything and showed her this web-site. 

She once asked me how I could want her to be enjoyed by another man, by D, wanting her to enjoy being desired and giving in to those passions. She asked if I loved her. She wondered why I didn't get jealous, and has accused me of being this every time D is mentioned. 

She even said I'd be happy to hear that he was leaving, that he had put in his two weeks notice. Here is the truth of it. It saddens me to realize this fun adventure is about beyond our horizon, totally beyond sight, totally beyond reoccurring.

How could I want this? What is it I feel when I think about it? I read a story at that site once that described what I felt pretty accurately. The author of this story said, his wife was always so worried that if she ever agreed to date another man as he always wished for her too, somehow it would ruin their marriage. This sounded like my Feline.

He went on to say, he had told her for years that it would never ruin anything - instead, it would open up a whole new world of pleasure for both of them. This was different in that Feline found D without my suggesting anything. I just wanted to give her adventure my seal of approval and blessings, along with the hope of being kept in the adventure as these people who write about hot-wives and interracial loves.

The same author said they played fantasy games, and that they were fun. Our games started in response to Fe's adventure. This was to allow me opportunity to enjoy a part of it all. It was me asking for these games, but I hope I wasn't the only one enjoying them. 

In addition to the games I was writing love letters to Fe. This was not mentioned as a part of the author's play, but in my case it opened a window into my heart through witch Fe could pear in and see my true feelings. 

Unfortunately these feelings were beyond understanding or possibly even belief, so all she took away from them was grief and frustration. 

The author said he explained to his wife that she would get to enjoy being desired, and taken physically by a black man, one she desired, one they had fantasized about for a long time. In the story this couple had a friend, a coworker of the husband's that they fantasized about. 

Fe had her own desires for D and it wasn't something I pushed her into, against her better judgment. No, I didn't start the adventure. I hadn't even considered anything of the sort till she told me of her desires, passions, and lack of will power. To this I had a choice to make, and I chose to allow it, pursue it, and be as much a part of it as I could. I think what I liked most was not knowing D. he was all hers by choice, not design.

In that story, the author said he liked to think about her in this man's arms making love. In his story he also liked to watch then sometimes. I would be more than satisfied to have my Fe come home with a smile on her face she could not remove out of shear rapture and satisfaction, and a tail she really wanted to share detail by nasty little detail for me as she let me make love to her! 

The author said it best! "There is something incredibly powerful about being a husband who allows another man to love his wife and her to love him back. It makes me feel powerful, generous, naughty, excited, exhilarated, scared, trusting, loving and hot, somehow all at once!"

This is as good as I have ever heard it stated. This is what I feel when I think of letting Fe enjoy D, and he to enjoy her back. I feel each and every emotion described above, to a thrilling desire for more! I am truly sad this is ending today. I really did want Fe to enjoy D. I wanted to enjoy her overflow of joy and exhilaration! I felt powerful and hungry to improve myself for her, for us, for what we could share. We will miss this adventure.

D is the real victim in all of this. He just wanted to help a pretty girl in distress, who showed him she had the hots for him. He developed the hots for her in return. Dogs do this easily. It was something he probably would have avoided had she not showed her desires. But she did, and those desires for us dogs while building quicky, don't go away so easily. That is unless we see something about that person that really turns us off, like bad breath, or six toes.

So, do I love her? Did wanting all this mean I love Fe less than I should, just because I don't wish to keep her all to myself? If she really wants to enjoy this possible love from D, who touched her deeply enough to spark her desires, thrilled her heart, sent tingles through her body, maid her hunger for more intimate contact, and caused her sleepless nights, does this really show a discrepancy of my love for her? Or could it be my way of showing her how much I really do love her, and feel confident and secure in what we have between us?

The author finally said in his description of why he liked this type of relationship with his wife was as follows, it was the idea of knowing how hot his wife was, knowing how every man at the bar would love to fuck her, and then being able to share her with the one man she really wanted to make love to. He got pleasure from hearing from her every nasty little detail about how she got fucked, and how she felt, and what she thought. He didn't have any desire to fuck other women. He asked, what woman could ever compare to a wife? I agree, that's true about Fe too! Who could ever compare?

I wish Fe could understand what I truly thought, how I truly felt, and what my true desire is for her. I didn't want to push her into something she really didn't want, but I'd love to give her the confidence and support and nudge to go ahead and do what she does want, knowing we would not only survive, but grow closer with a deeper satisfaction in our own joy of sex, and love! 

But the tail is at an end, this adventure is over tonight. Goodbye D, and I hope the best for you and thank you for what you gave back to Fe and me, our renewed love life. 

THE END



Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 06



We had been playing our fantasy many times we rock-n-rolled between the sheets, at least weekly. This had gone on for months. She, Feline had stayed in contact with him, Black Dog the mongrel thru texting and some calls. But when ever I would bring him up in conversation she'd quickly change the subject or snap at me like a bitch.

As I said, this had gone on since the end of Summer. He had quit work and was recuperating from the injury I had told you about in the earlier letters, but was well now and looking for a new job to sustain his needs. I even put in a word at my company when he applied there. As it was, my Fe and he had little time or desire to pursue any extracurricular activities together.

Recently in bed after having her cry out his name begging him to fuck her, I asked my Fe again if she really enjoyed this, or was she just doing it to excite me. She told me again and again how she really did enjoy it. 

She explained a couple time recently how she felt guilty having him on her mind because she is married to me and that it is wrong. I would explain how, as long as she talked to me telling me all her fantasies just as I was sharing all mine with her, we'd be fine and better off for it.

She would counter with the obvious immorality of the very thought, yet she felt a great pleasure in it as did I. she pointed out that we were married and she had vowed to be true, and felt so wrong, yet compelled to think about him and enjoy the thought of him actually fucking her. I loved this idea too as much as she and tried to tell her so.

Last week I was in a frisky mood, this last Tuesday that is. Five days ago. She started her period last week on Friday, and we hadn't had sex since the Saturday before that. So it had been over a week since we had sex, and I am quite sure she was feeling particularly hungry for sex too and with her period past would be quite ready. 

I had not teased or played the grab ass petting games all this time. I knew if I felt like this so did she, HUNGRY! I had her crying his name that last Saturday we fucked, so I figured I would lay off the fantasy game till she was feeling like playing it again.

I sent her a nasty text, "I'm hungry. Bring me home a creampie." It was meant as a generic note without implications about him. I suspected it would be taken that way, but I really just wanted to get her teased up a little and thinking about sex. I was actually thinking about getting her excited for a Friday of fun while the kids were in school. 

Now, usually she'd get snippety saying I was disturbing her work, that she didn't want to think about him, or that she wasn't that kind of pussy... cat. But this night she sent this, "U R so nasty. LOL C U later. I'll wake U."

This sounded like she wanted to have some fun. I text back that I was off Friday and we should wait... to wake me only if she needed too... but if not let me sleep and let's save it up for an all day of play Friday. I added I would shave her that Friday morning for the event.

She didn't text back so I assumed she was in agreement for our rendezvous. The TV was full of the election news. I told you this was Super Tuesday. It was all boring with talk about how things were going in this state or that.

I looked at some porn but found it mundane compared to our fantasy life now. I read some stories, and even went back to the old ones I wrote. I miss those days Fe would come home looking like she'd ate the goldfish or killed the parakeet. I wish when I am feeling like this that she could have just one more kiss from her Big Black Dog.

When I read the reviews of these fun filled stories of mine, I could not believe how critical and moralistic these readers here are, or how wrong they had been. My marriage is stronger and more fun and fulfilling now than ever before. I am closer to my wife than ever before. 

I recalled how she had been so hard on herself way back when, as I read about those first kisses. I recalled how she could not help herself when she was around him, and after each kiss she'd say, "No more, never again," till a week passed and she was once again tempted by his advances. 

Each week was a new adventure to wait for. They'd have their little moment, then she and I would have ours. Now it is just she and I who benefits weekly with his memories refreshed thru her cries of passion while being impaled by me, her loyal little white dog.

I had decided a few weeks ago to try backing off with the fantasy about him. I had met a friend at my work that looked a bit like the description she had given of D. I planned to try something.

Fe had said she wanted to not think about D as much, so my plan was to introduce her to Q, then in our fantasies get her to substitute him. This would kind of wean her off of D and onto a subject she had no real ties with.

Q had come to a couple of the parties we had held at our house, and everyone seamed to like him. He is friendly and outgoing, yet very polite and not self-centered. Especially the women seamed to gravitate toward him.

At one point as he was leaving the last party he explained what the girls were calling him, Q. I had always called him D, because he was a black Dog too with just a little different name than De's D. Q is his nic-name. His real name is something with Q in it, so as a kid the other kids just called him Q. See? Me too.

I had actually invited him on Monday, to come over some Friday evens when we were not having a party just to hang out and drink a bear and watch some TV. He said he might. That was the day after Halloween. 

I hoped this would open the opportunity for me to get some insight into him and let me reveal a bit about our life to him, if he showed any interest. As it was, I didn't know if I had scared him off with my frequent invites. But to date he came to both my parties and then talked with me again Wednesday after this stories events.

I didn't really plan it, but hoped this might actually open other possibilities for him to come over and hang with Fe from time to time. I imagined him giving her a massage, or doing a photo session with her. These story plots came from a couple of these stories here at Literotica.com. I just put us into the roles. This was just a thought, not a plan. 

The plan was to help her get over D, if that was what she really wanted. I had heard from Q, but he had said he liked to take it easy on his Fridays. I didn't push it. After all they are his Fridays to enjoy as he wished. I just hope to give him opportunity for alternate pleasures for his day off.

By the time I talked to him again on Wednesday my views on what he might do for us even in fantasy land had changed. When we talked I didn't know what to say other than just go with the flow and see how life panned out. I had decided not to pursue anything here for now till I got better situated with life's events.

So anyway, lets get back to Super Tuesday night and those events. That night I went to sleep, realizing Fe would probably wake me hungry for sex, and I really planned to draw it out. I like making the effort to build the hunger and passion. And sure enough, after getting into a deep fitful sleep, while dreaming of her talking to me nastily with desires of him, I was awakened by her kiss.

Now I'm no sleeping beauty, but I knew this was coming as sure as the prince would kiss Beauty on the next page of the story book. I also knew if I held my ground I could get her to put this off till Friday and it would be an all day event instead of a couple of needed hours, needed for sleep before a long hard work day for both of us.

Still, she looked different when I stirred and looked up with sleepy eyes into her big sad eyes. She looked like one of those 'Sad kitten' pictures with the little skinny kittens with the very big sad eyes. Remember those? 

So something didn't register right. In my dreams she awoke me with this kiss, but as I looked into her eyes I saw passion, hunger, desire, sexual tension, all the things I wanted to see. But in this reality her eyes looked sad. I mumbled that we should wait till Friday, unless she needed me to get up now.

Her eyes didn't register a sexual need, so maybe she had an accident, dented the car or something. She just looked deeper into my eyes and I knew she had something on her mind she could not sleep on till the morning. I knew she would not stop till I awoke and listened to her tell me about her day.

I pretended to go back to sleep, to see if she'd let it save till tomorrow. She went to the bathroom and I watched her as she peed and washed her hands in silence. I forced myself to ask, "Do you need me to get up?" if she did I knew it was something serious like the car.

Fe returned to my side. I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes and looked into hers. She said, "I'm sorry honey. I did it. I fucked D tonight."

This made me wake totally in a heart beet. Was she saying this to excite me? Was this a fantasy we were playing out now? I looked at her with questioning eyes but kept my mouth shut to let her relate her wonderful cat tail. And as I listened I began to realize this was no fantasy but total reality.

She explained how D had come back to work and she had not told me about it, so I wouldn't tease her and try talking her into something... like this. She explained to my question that he had been back for about two weeks, but they had kept their distance.

She told me she had been feeling urges and was mad at herself for loving me, but loving him too and keeping him on her mind, and enjoying calling his name while we made love. She explained how they had been teasing this night and when I sent my text about bringing home a creampie, she felt HOT and FREE to try.

She said, "D came to me near the end of work. I told him I missed him and wanted a kiss. He kissed me and when he did I asked him if he wanted to fuck me." When she asked if I was mad, if I hated her, I placed her hand on my rock hard dick and asked her to go on.

She said, "We tried it in doggy style first with me leaning against the back of a chair, but it was too hard. So I sat in the chair and D put his big black cock inside me." 

I asked if she sat in his lap on his cock, and she said no. She said, "I sat in the chair and he knelt in front of me. I came when he fucked me but he didn't cum inside me."

She and I moved to another room where we were far from the kids, so she could speak louder and more freely, and we could play without waking anyone. We stripped naked as we snuck thru the house.

Fe said, "I'm sorry Hun. It will never happen again. I..." I interrupted her by asking her if she had washed her pussy. She said no.

I placed her hand on my hungry dick again, and moved mine to her pussy. I asked, "So no creampie?" 

She said, "I came as he fucked me but he didn't cum." She continued, "We were the last out of the building and I was so worried the others might suspect us. I stopped us after I came so he didn't get too. He said I was good. What do you think he meant?"

You must remember my Pussy-cat is a Siamese kitty, and has problems with Doggy talk. I explained to her that he probably meant she was nice and tight since I have a little dick. I asked her about his size, and she said, "He is not much longer than you but much thicker." 

I asked her if it felt good, and she said yes. But she was still hung up on his words, "Why did he call me good. I am a bad girl. Why did he call me good. He didn't cum. Why good?"

I asked her to tell me everything again, and as she started to relate the story from the beginning I moved down between her legs, she said, "No Hun, it's dirty. I haven't washed yet." Still I positioned myself as I bade her continue.

She looked into my eyes as I slid my nose close to her pussy. As she said, "He pushed his big black cock into my pussy..." I took a deep sniff to see if I could smell his presence here, nothing I could define as alien. "He was sort of stuck in me."I asked if it felt good and she said, "Oh yes." 

"Oh, its still so tender... because he is much thicker than you Hun." As she said this I kissed her peddles gently and slowly lapped my tongue into them. She didn't taste any different this night either, different than usual. I remember wishing it was full of cream for us to enjoy now.

When she started to apologize again, I decided it was time to give her that creampie she really wanted. I rose above my wife and impaled her, and fucked her, and she fucked me with all her might and love and passion, and as we fucked she cried out, "Fuck me D." 

I asked her if she was okay with this and she told me she was ashamed to admit that she loved me and him too, and really wanted to call out his name, begging for him to fuck her.

I asked her as we humped if she wished he had cum inside of her, and she said, "YES!" 

I asked her if she wanted to bring me home a creampie and to tell me about it as she had me eat it out of her pussy, and she said, "YES, YES!"

I asked her if she'd do this the next time just as she was coming and she yelled, "YES, YES, YES!" But when we had finished and I was tenderly rubbing our creampie she explained that it would never happen again, and I agreed... naturally.

I told her all was well and if she really was bothered by all this, to just pretend it was all just a fantasy that seamed real, or blame it on me for pushing her all this time to think of him.

The next morning, Wednesday, she called me at work and said she wished I had stayed home with her. I explained I had taken time off yesterday to go vote and didn't have that much sick leave, but she would be fine, and to know all my love was with her.

She said she was worried about the coworkers possibly seeing them leave late, and the possible gossip, or the possible cameras in the rooms. She remembered D saying there were no cameras in the room only the halls, but still she worried.

I explained that D was right about the cameras, and as to gossip, the way to handle it if there was any was to simply divert the subject. I told her there was the best diversion in the whole world for her to use today, "Just ask them, are you upset about the elections?" This was sure to be the big hot topic all day this Wednesday.

She also remembered how I had told my close friend Rover, another real dog, everything that had happened before. She asked me not to tell him about any of this. I said I would not, that I had not even thought about it as yet. She made me promise, so I did, and we hung up. 

He, Rover that is, has always showed a desire for my wife and has said on many occasions how he'd like to fuck her. He would never be forceful but would love the opportunity to try.

I told her all this and all that I had told him about us. She couldn't believe I would do that, but then remembered he was the one she asked about that first night at the party, about the friend who was a swinger, Rover. That was when she told me about her first kiss, then that it was two really but nothing just ten minutes each and nothing happened.

When I would talk to Rover he would ask how the situation was coming. I would fill him in on each new revelation as she revealed them to me or when a new kiss developed. He would give his congratulations and say how much he wished it was him she liked and pined fore. 

Then we went thru that spell where Fe didn't want to have anything to do with any fantasy involving D, and I would tell Rover all was quiet. He would just tell me to hang in there. 

After the long summer she started to lighten up. She'd play the game and even get into it before I asked her too. I wrote about that didn't I? I remember telling Rover how we'd fantasize her getting fucked by D and then how I would suck the cum out of her as she told me all about fucking him and how wonderful it felt to have a big dick inside her.

I told him about the time she was texting D by my request while I told her what to write. She told him she was curious about the doggy style. He told her we should try it. She told him I wouldn't do it, but didn't tell him why. Its because I am too small and fall out every stroke. I told her to tell him, but she wouldn't. I really want her to experience it some day with someone she would like to have really fucking her. That would be him.

I had told Rover all this and told Fe I had told him. I wanted her to feel a little of the embarrassment that comes with the territory, yet can be quite enjoyable too, knowing every time that person looks at you he or she knows this secret about your nasty little sex life. 

I told her I had told him every detail down to my sucking the cream from her pie. She turned red but still enjoys his visits. But that is what she remembered, and now wished me not to expose the new events. As I said, I told her I wouldn't.

And that was the day Q said he'd probably pass on the Friday hang out... Wednesday. I was kind of relieved. We talked about what we did on Fridays and I explained it was no big deal, just a time to hang and unwind. He said he understood, and thanked me for the opportunity. 

Actually when I had invited him I had other plans, plans to open up to him as I had said, open up about everything with the hopes he might become the new friend I could tell all to and possibly work into our plans.

My reason was because he did match most of the description Fe had given to me of D, with the exception of a hansom smile with a clean white set of teeth. Even if he didn't fill the void D would leave, he was a nice guy, easy to talk too, and seamed really open to friendship. 

My questions would have been, just how many skeletons might he have compared to ours, and did he want to swap stories and maybe more. But he was off and running and not to be thought of again till he didn't show Friday.

Fe called a few time to tell me how she was doing, but I didn't bother her at home or at work hoping she'd calm down and relax a bit from all the worry and self persecution. From work she said there was only talk about the politics, so that went well.

When she got home she awoke me again with a kiss and said I was the best and she loved me so much for being so understanding. I held her and asked how the night went.

Fe said, "He said he was sorry, that he could see the sadness in my eyes. I told him he should not be upset, that I had told him I would fantasize about him and he could fantasize about me, and that last night I surrendered to him because I really wanted to, but not to feel guilty. We both agreed it wouldn't happen again."

Again we moved into the guest room and snuggled close as she continued, "I told him that I just borrowed him for one time, and we laughed. Then we talked about our families and how we didn't want to do this to them. I said he has a beautiful wife, like one of our teachers, and he said his daughter looks like her, very beautiful. Then we hugged and went back to work."

She was feeling a little frisky and I got the toys explaining, "I want to save the real thing for tomorrow. This was Wednesday night after midnight, so it was technically Thursday. We played with the toys and she begged me to fuck her. I instead had her describe D's dick while I pushed her new dildo inside her.

She said, "It is darker than the rest of him a little, and much fatter than mine."

I asked if it was bigger than the new toy holding it up for her to see. She held it in her fist and said, "Yes, a little. About the same length but bigger around." I took the toy back and replaced it in her pussy as we talked.

She begged me to fuck her, but I said I wanted to wait till tomorrow when we would have all morning to play. I had her call for D to fuck her while I rammed the toy into her hungry pussy. 

I asked her if she'd like to feel me kiss her clit while he fucked her, and she said, "Yes." At this point I leaned in and started kissing and licking her clitoris. I wanted to suck on it but it is hard when she is trashing about. 




Feline and the Mongrels Ch. 06



I felt my tongue lapping at her clit and then down around her labia. I felt it lapping at the union of her sex and this toy and realized if this were real it would be his cock ramming in and out of her and that my tongue would be lapping at now. The thought made me go wild and lick all the sex beneath me. She came and we cuddled before going to sleep. 

The next morning I called and asked her if the kids could go to their friends after school Friday. She said there was plans for Saturday, but no they needed to stay home Friday. I left her alone the rest of the day to do her housework. 

I finished my workday and she started hers. I left her alone that night too. I wanted her to have the night to get comfortable with herself, with no distractions from us. I even had small hopes she might bring me home that creampie. It was just a small hope.

Thursday night she woke me with another kiss and explained how D had problems getting to his other job the night before, right at the time we were passionately calling out his name, and that it was probably...

I interrupted and explained that we were not to blame for that, and asked if he was okay? She said he was, but that his wife was pissed, probably because she sensed what they had done.

Fe said she asked him if he had told his wife about them, and he said no. she said he asked if she had told me. She said she lied to him and said no also. She said his wife probable knows about them, and then she tapped my shoulder indicating fucking, and thinks that is why she is pissed.

I explained, his wife was probably just pissed because of the fact that he wasn't coming home. She may suspect he might be doing other things, I said this while tapping her shoulder, but that is suspicion not fact. I continued, "You'd be pissed to if I wasn't coming home, and you too would start to suspect more was going on. But that would just be in the back of your mind." 

She said, "I told him she should be happy you are safe. I told him I could not invite him over to sleep in our house because we would fuck again if he did. We agreed we should not do that again. Then we hugged and he gave me a kiss on the cheek." She and I hugged at that and laughed about the little joke. 

She said, "He told me he could see the sadness in my eyes and agreed we should not do it again. I told him we shouldn't because I hadn't prepared for him. I wasn't shaved or dressed nice, and, I whispered, I only borrowed you for one fuck, and she has you for ever. I said that because I wanted him to stop feeling bad too." She again emphasized to me that it would never happen again.

I wanted to remind her of those days of the little ten minute kisses, when she would say the exact same thing, only to feel the powerful draw of sex one week later. I instead snuggled and said, "Let's get some sleep and discuss it in the morning."

Finally it was Friday and I was so fucking excited. I got the kids off to school and let her sleep in. I looked at porn and started thinking about writing this letter. I feel I am so close to getting that amazing creampie from her well fucked nasty sexy pussy. 

I looked at some cuckold sites to see what I was hoping for. I found few that actually showed husbands sucking the cream from the fur pie. After all this I was primed.

Finally when she smelled the coffee Fe got up. She saw me looking at a nasty video I had made of the 'Cowgirl' position set to music, and new I had sex on my brain. She asked me if I wanted to go fuck. I said, "I want to shave you first. Remember?"

She remembered telling me about telling him she wasn't ready, she hadn't even shaved, and said to me, "I'm not doing anything with him Daddy."

I responded, "I told you I planned to do this long before all this happened. I'm doing it for myself." This soothed the savage beast in her. I had tamed the tiger but wanted to stroke the cat. I told her to finish her coffee and get her shower, that I'd be ready for her.

A bit later she came into the bedroom naked and submissive. I positioned her so I could shave her easily. I cleaned all the spiders from the edge of the pit and wiped it clean. I then took the toy out of the warm water.

Fe asked what I was doing and I said, "I want you to relax. Quit asking questions and lie still. Think of him. He's a little bigger than this, right?" I held up the toy and she said, "That's close." I then eased it inside and turned it on.

And as it stretched her and pleased her, I went to work removing the tuft of hair upon her pubic mound. She grumbled a few times that she didn't want to think of him and that she wanted me inside her, but I said I was working and shushed her.

When I had finally wiped the last clippings away, Fe was feeling quite good, and wanted to get seriously fucked. I told her I would as I began stroking the toy cock in and out quite fast. "But first," I explained, "you will have to bring me that creampie. You do want D to cum inside you don't you?" 

She nearly barked, "YES."

I asked, "You want to tell me about fucking his big black cock, right, and begging him to fuck you, and ordering him to cum deep inside you as you hold him tight and feel your pussy sucking the cum out of his pulsing dick?"

Again she yelped, "YES, YES!"

I pressed on as I began to rapidly rub her clit while pumping her pussy, "You want make me suck all that cum out of you too, right? Suck your pussy as you tell me all about your lover fucking you so good like this?" 

To this she could not answer as she shuddered in a mind blowing orgasm. But when she calmed down she said she wanted me to fuck her.

I reminded her of the time and pointed to the clock, and she knew she had to go to work. It was too late for any more. She got dressed and went to work.

When the kids came home I told them to forget about going out tonight. Mom said, "There's a birthday party tomorrow and I want all the homework done tonight so we don't have to worry about it Sunday night." I added that I agreed and let them tell me what was to be done. 

My kitten had no homework. My pup had some. They both wanted to play some video games so I let them. I had them eat supper when I got it prepared, and I had him start his homework while she got her shower. He took his next and we settled into a night of relaxing.

The TV with all its channels was full of CRAP so I let them go back to the games while I started this letter. Later I text Fe that all the homework was done, all were fed, and showered. 

She text back that this made her happy. As much as I wanted to push and tease I sent her no more text that night.

She didn't come home with my creampie, and we went to sleep in each other's arms with no talking. I did cop a feel just to see if she was dry, and she was. She gave me a squeeze too just to see if I was hungry, and I was, but we quickly fell fast asleep instead of play this night.

It is now Saturday and I am waiting for next week to see what develops. 

Will she bring me a creampie? What do you think?

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Oh, and to all the moral police and super critics diligently hunting this site for souls to rescue from their depravities, please save your fingers the effort of telling me how wrong this is. You are reading smut on a porn sight. Don't you see a little hypocrisy here? But if you do feel the need to be judgmental, why don't you try doing it without the unanimity. Give me a name to look up and see what you've written. What's in your closets perv?

No... My interest will be in the true critics who say my style is crummy or I am too wordy, or I should give this up and look for a new line of work. Actually, to all of these critics I would like to say, I am not getting paid for this. 

I just thought all of you would like a little fun adventure involving a cuckold and his hot wife and her BBC boyfriend to JO too. I know I do when I'm reading your stuff.

And to all those people who tell me I am great and my writing style is just the best, well... when you write and tell me this, you will be my favorite fans. :D 

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