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Dog Day

By: Iluv2knot



When Stephenie McPhee clipped Hansel's leash to his collar, the Doberman's stubby tail began to vibrate with excitement, she often wondered what Hansel would look like with a full tail. As a tiny puppy the Breeder had 'docked' his tail but had not 'spitzed' his ears. Her brother had bought the dog about three years ago but his long suffering wife had become allergic and the poor pooch had been unceremoniously dumped on Steph's doorstep one Sunday morning because her house had a yard big enough for the 'black and tan' pup to play in. 

"Come on Boy, we're going for a car ride." She told him. "I read in the paper today the Doggy Park is having an open day, and I can get you in for free. Maybe we'll meet a cute girl Doberman, or is that Dobergirl, to play with." 

When Hansel had been her brother's he had been taught and trained to do the basics; like walk on a leash or sit and stay, and of course lay down. But Steph didn't have the knack or expertise to continue the training, and Hansel had become more than a little boisterous. She knew, being a working dog, Hansel needed exercise, and they had settled into a routine early morning run, where Steph valiantly tried to run with him but most mornings he merely dragged her along, and an evening walk, where again the dog dictated pace and direction. Although uncomfortable for Steph, they definitely got exercise. 

Obedient for once Hansel sprawled across the back seat or sometimes stuck his head out the half open slobber encrusted back windows. She normally had to force him to stay in the back seat. The local Doggy Park was a good ten minutes drive from her house and before today she had never thought of taking him there, mainly because of her inability to really control him. The newspaper had advertised free admission and professional supervision. She had chosen to wear a comfortable shortish white skirt that showed off her long legs and a yellow T-shirt that proudly displayed her 34D-cup breasts. The ensemble was completed with comfortable strappy low heeled white sandals. She had tied her shoulder length blond hair back in a ponytail and her green eyes were masked by white framed plastic sunglasses. Hansel's collar was new black leather with silver spikes, she had tied a yellow bandanna that matched her shirt under his collar and his leash although not spiked was shiny black leather made by the same manufacturer as the collar; all in all they made a handsome couple.

The parking lot was relatively full, but there was no line up to the entrance thankfully as Steph was half dragged and pulled off her feet by the boisterous dog. She was met at the gate by a plump middle aged woman with dark hair who was wearing comfortable 'mom' jeans and a tan coloured golf-shirt with the Doggy Park's logo embroidered over her heart. Above the logo a nametag read; 'Sharon'. "Hi there, welcome to The Doggy Park, is this your first time?" Sharon asked. 

Steph smiled and yanked Hansel's leash back hard, bringing him unceremoniously to a halt. "Sit!" She commanded. For once Hansel obliged, and plonked himself down on his haunches; he wagged his tail proudly for his mistress. "Yes, it's our first time, is there anything to sign?" She asked almost out of breath.

"Just the usual waivers and non-liabilities. I guess everyone covers themselves now days." Sharon explained. "Today the entrance is free, but if you decide to join its $60.00 per month for unlimited access and we also have a weekends pass for $40.00. In my opinion the unlimited is the best deal, a lot of our members treat the Park as a club, with training sessions and get-togethers, and oh yeah, their dogs enjoy it."

While Steph filled in the document she asked Sharon's advice, "It asks here, what level of training does my dog have? He was trained by my brother to walk on a leash to sit and stuff, but he hasn't really had any official or formal training, as you can see, he kinda takes me for a walk, rather than the other way around." Hansel looked up wagging his tail.

"I'd put 'novice' in that block then." Sharon advised.

Steph followed her advice and signed where she was required. Sharon scanned her supplication and smiled. "Good, you two are all set to go. The park is in three sections: Supervised, free-running and training. I'd suggest you guys take the supervised park. I'll introduce you to Hanna."She said standing and walking off through a gate into a large fenced off flat surfaced area dotted with trees and flowerbeds. A sign demanded that, 'No dog is to be let off a leash unless the Supervisor had granted permission'.

Hanna turned out to be a short slim woman about Steph's age. Her red hair was long and loose and hung almost to the waist of her short khaki skirt. She wore a similar tan golf-shirt to the Sharon with the Doggy Park logo embroidered over her left breast, with the prerequisite nametag 'Hanna' above it. The breasts themselves were petite, briefly Steph wondered if Hanna needed a bra. Her feet were thrust into short brown cotton socks and comfortable looking brown leather hiking boots. A large German shepherd lay peacefully at her feet. Hansel had no inhibitions and tugged at his leash sniffing first the Shepherd thoroughly while he lay passively. The shepherd's ears stood up and he growled however when he tried to sniff Hanna's crotch. Steph blushed crimson, Hanna raised her knee, Hansel backed off, puzzled.

"We need to be formally introduced before we get intimate boy." She chided, smiling and holding out her hand to Steph, "Hi I'm Hanna, who's this?" She asked. 

Steph shook Hanna's hand. "The nosy guy is Hansel," She gushed. "And I'm Steph." She added, clearly embarrassed.

Hanna looked down at her dog. "Bismarck!" she commanded. "Where are your manners?" The dog perked immediately and sat up holding out his right paw.

Steph smiled in delight and bent down shaking the dogs offered paw. He looked at her with warm brown intelligent eyes, his head canted to one side. "Hello Bismarck, I'm pleased to meet you too." She giggled while Hansel tugged impatiently at the leash. "Wow, so well behaved, I wish Hansel behaved like you." She said.

"He needs to be trained." Hanna commented. "Big dogs like him need discipline or they become unruly and difficult to handle, you should sign up, I have an opening in my beginner's class, starting next weekend." 

"What does it entail?" Steph asked.

"Oh it's four weekends long I teach the owners as much as I do the dogs. You both benefit, and there will be a much happier dog and owner at the end. I even give out graduate diplomas." Hanna answered. "I charge $120.00 but you can pay week by week if that's a hardship, no contracts no bullshit. Just show up on time and be prepared to learn." She snickered. "And the Park gets $40.00 or $60.00, depending. So its $180.00 max."

"Sounds good to me, Hansel definitely needs discipline." She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a pen and chequebook. "Do I need to make out two cheques?" She asked.

"Up to you, since you are the last person, tell you what, make out the cheque for $150.00 and I'll drop my price and cover your Park fees for a monthly pass." Hanna offered. "Now that's a deal!" Steph said while filling out and handing over the cheque.

"Since you are here I can check out and see how far Hansel has regressed." She looked at Hansel still jumping about and straining at his leash. "Give me the leash." She asked before commanding her dog. "Bismarck stay!" She ordered. The dog sank down and looked up at his mistress.

Hansel saw the leash change hands and lunged trying to pull Hanna off her feet. He was brought up short when the leash snapped tight. He strained but did not fight. Hanna stepped back, and Hansel was pulled back, he looked at the person at the other end of his leash. Bismarck's tongue lolled out and seemed to mock Hansel's attempts to pull Hanna off her feet.

"Hansel Heel!" Hanna commanded. Hansel slunk back to behind Hanna's right leg. She stepped forward. "Hansel forward!" She ordered. The dog followed Hanna about a step behind her feet in perfect time with Hanna's pace. "Good boy!" She praised. "You are a little rusty but I think we need to train your mistress, eh?" she looked at Hansel who followed her seemingly understanding every word she said.

"That's amazing" Steph said almost clapping her hands.

"Oh he knows the rudiments, don't you boy?" Hanna chuckled and patted his head. "Now you try, she handed Steph the leash. Immediately Hansel lunged.

Steph was pulled forward as her powerful dog leaped forward. 

"Dig your heels in Steph, and tell him to heel." Hanna advised hurriedly.

"Hansel heel!" Steph yelled tugging back harshly. Hansel stopped and looked back at his mistress clearly confused.

"Tell him again." Hanna instructed.

"Hansel heel!" Steph commanded. Her dog looked up at her and shifted back to a position behind her right leg.

"Now praise him." Hanna advised.

"Good boy Hansel." Steph praised.

After that the day at the Doggy Park just got better and better. Steph seemed to monopolise Hanna's attention, who didn't seem to mind at all. Bismarck shadowed his mistress never needing a command. Hansel seemed happy to oblige and behaved himself with aplomb. The other dogs and owners that used the park seemed to almost disappear. People took Hanna from Steph's side from time to time. A fight between a Terrier and Jack Russell seemed to be the only aggravation of the day and the chastened owners and dogs were separated with a judicious arm, tact and a disarming smile. The hours sped by and by the time a horn sounded signalling that the Park was closing Hanna and Steph were good friends, and had discussed just about every subject new friend's cover. Both girls seemed a little sad that the afternoon had sped past so quickly. They traded phone numbers and Steph confirmed she and Hansel would meet Hanna before the classes started.

Hansel behaved himself all the way home and was still doing his best imitation of a perfect dog after Steph had fed him and had just finished eating herself. The phone rang. "Hi Steph I was just wondering how Hansel was?" Hanna asked.

"He seems fine, thank you so much for the free lesson. We had a great time." Steph replied pleased to hear her new friend's voice.

"Oh Bismarck and I had a great time too, in fact, Bismarck was asking if Hansel can come over and play?" Bismark had not shown the least amount of interest in getting acquainted with Hansel. He had shadowed his mistress with slave like devotion the entire afternoon. Which had left Steph incredibly envious.

"When?" Steph asked.

"When's it convenient?" Hanna asked.

"I do have Wednesday off, I was going grocery shopping but it's not like we'll starve if I bring Hansel over." Steph answered.

"My address is 256 Alderman Crescent its off Shaw. Do you know it?" Hanna asked.

"I'm sure I can find it. You are near the library, aren't you?" Steph replied.

"Yeah, the library is about a block from me." Steph could visualise her friend smiling.

"Cool so we'll see you on Wednesday." Steph agreed. "Should Hansel bring anything?"

"Nah we'll let them do their doggy thing." Again Steph could visualise her friend smiling.

Tuesday seemed to go on forever. Hansel seemed to be more boisterous than normal and the evening walk left Steph sore.

Wednesday was one of those bleak April days, blustery with a leftover winter chill in the air. Dressed with extra care, she kept it simple but elegant in a pair of designer denims and Irish linen top, expensive Jimmy Choo's snakeskin half-boots completed the outfit. She had brushed and re-brushed her hair till it shone. She bundled Hansel wearing a white linen bandanna under his collar in the back and drove to her new friend's house with growing excitement.

Hanna and Bismarck met them at the front door. She too had taken great pains with her appearance she wore a short green skirt and matching top, which matched her eyes. Her hair was held back with silver combs and she wore a matching silver necklace and earrings. "You guys come on in; Bizzy has been waiting since our call." The dog was in fact semi-comatose at his mistress's feet, his normally bright eyes looked closed and he actually yawned. Hansel, of course went off sniffing at the doorframe and everything within sniffer range, including sticking his muzzle up Hanna's skirt. 

Steph blushed and yanked his leash, "Heel!" She directed. Hansel partially responded and withdrew his muzzle. "Bad boy!" she scolded.

"It's ok, he just smells Bizzy." Hanna replied offhand. "Let's let the boys out in the back yard to fraternise and I have some coffee brewing, how do you take yours?" Hanna queried.

"With cream and sugar, but if its milk and sweetener, its fine." Steph answered and was handed a mug of delicious smelling coffee.

She stood at the kitchen window and watched her dog. He was running around in circles and sniffing the bushes. Bismarck was seemed to enjoy having a playmate and was barking and running in circles too, the dogs were just being dogs, and whatever came naturally to them.

Hanna stood beside her and sipped her coffee, her arm brushed up against Steph's. "Tell me about you?" She suggested.

Steph felt so apprehensive and she needed to pee. She drew in a breath. "I don't have a current boyfriend, or a girlfriend, I think I'm bi but my best and most satisfying relationships have been with girls, being a nurse I get a lot of needy guys for some reason. I guess it's made me a little wary of them, guys I mean." It came out in a rush.

Steph drew breath there was an awkward silence before she spoke again, this time, slowly. "The girl I was seeing got promoted to detective and transferred, we talk on the phone and stuff, she used to drive down for a weekend occasionally but it's been months since I last saw her."

Steph gazed out the window at the same spot Hanna seemed to be focussing on. "The doctor I work for is a dish, but there's no inter-office romance, he's happily married to his wife, his practice and his golf clubs. Not in that particular order either. What about you?"

"I own four Doggy Parks here in the city and I'm franchising. I don't have a 'significant other' and she would be female. I had boyfriends when I was younger but now I'm girls only girl. My ex- is in advertising and it doesn't suite her image to be in a relationship with another girl. It wasn't a nice break-up. I've been alone for the last year. When I met you, my heart flipped. All I knew is that I needed to get close to you. I had no idea if you were interested." She turned to look at Steph, looking into her green eyes, and put her arms on Steph's hips, drawing her closer. Steph moved closer they stood facing each other their hips touching.

Steph could feel Hanna's warmth and the subtle fragrance of her scent and deodorant. There, was something else, earthier, musky and extremely intoxicating. She placed her hands over Hanna's. She stood breathing and feeling Hanna, her legs trembled, and she stumbled. Hanna's arms shot out steadying Steph. Steph gripped Hanna's hand and held it, their bodies drew closer together, neither women spoke, words weren't necessary. 

Hanna folded her arms around Steph's waist, their lips touched. The kiss was soft, warm and just the beginning. Their hips met and their embrace became more intense, their tongues danced and they moaned in each other's mouths, their eyes tightly shut. To a casual observer they seemed to be dancing.

It wasn't long before the dance moved from the kitchen to Hanna's bedroom, their lips never parting. Hanna lay on top of Steph, who lay back passively as Hanna took the lead and began fumbling with Steph's blouse, tugging it up and over her head. Next her hands slid behind her back and she fiddled with the bra clip, she finally slipped the clips free and lifted the loosened bra up around Steph's neck. Her mouth slid from Steph's lips and latched onto a stiffening nipple, she suckled noisily. Steph arched her back and with a free hand untangled herself from her bra. Hanna's warm lips and tongue brought waves of sensual pleasure, her nipples stood out like organ stops.

Steph slid her hands between them and pulled Hanna's top off, her breasts were tiny but exquisite. Exotic nipples seemingly too large for her breast size poked out proudly, and Steph's original thoughts were right, Hanna was one of those girls lucky enough not to need a bra. Her fingers touched and petted Hanna's nipples while Hanna continued to suckle her. 

As the petting intensified, both girls pulled off their remaining clothing, Steph used her toes to prize off her boots and then thumbed down her jeans and panties together while Hanna unbuttoned her short green skirt and pulled it free. She hadn't worn any underwear beneath the skirt and her pubic region was completely shaven and soft and smooth as a newborn babies.

Now that both girls were naked their movements became more urgent. Hanna released Steph's nipple with a soft 'plop', she moved down to Steph's superheated pussy. Her lips touched Steph's vaginal lips with a soft almost virginal chaste kiss. Her lips brushed against Steph's outer lips and trimmed pubic hair. Steph was so ready she had no control, she arched her back and her hands dug into Hanna's thick red hair. She gasped as Hanna's tongue pressed into her liquid filled folds. Hanna's nose instinctively found Steph's proud little clit, and she began to press her nose against her clit, effectively squishing it against her cervix. A warm tongue speared her vaginal lips and penetrated her core, driving her wild. She arched and pressed herself unashamedly against Hanna's face. Hanna kept pace with Steph's wild movements; she began to shake her head faster and faster, driving Steph wild. 

Steph bucked and gasped, throwing her head back wildly and squealing as an electrical tickle which had begun in her belly threatened to explode. Her orgasm began with quick little jerks along her inner thighs which grew in intensity until she exploded and she rode Hanna's face, straining until the last wave of pure pleasure rocked her, leaving her breathless, listening to her heart beating in time to every delicious twitch of her pussy.

Hanna moved up and over Steph's thighs, she flopped down beside her. She smiled happily. "I wanted to do that from the moment I met you Sunday. Gods' girl! You 're so sexy." She giggled. "And you taste good too."

Steph giggled in reply. "So you had this all planned eh?" She kissed Hanna's neck. A soft loving kiss, tasting her skin.

"Hell no! I wasn't even sure you'd come. I knew nothing about you, boyfriends or girlfriends, what relationships you are in. Frankly what happened is pure chemistry, unplanned but gods' woman it was good, I love the way you taste and smell." Hanna lay back on her pillow beside Steph, looking up at the ceiling. Her bedroom had the pungent odour of pussy. She breathed deep.

Steph stroked Hanna's shoulder. Hanna's hair was the colour of a bright new shiny penny; it was long and thick, and smelled of coconuts. From that moment on the smell of coconuts instantly brought Hanna to mind. Steph's fingers strayed to Hanna's breasts as she lay next to her. When Hanna lay on her back her chest was as flat as a boy's but her nipples were anything but boyish they were at least two inches in diameter and wonderfully pink. As Steph's fingertips traced the areola of Hanna's left breast, it instantly burgeoned into a hot rubbery nubbin. Hanna drew in a breath as Steph got up on an elbow and leaned over, taking the wanton bud into her mouth. Her tongue probed the sensitive nipple, feeling it contract and become rubbery, Steph coated it with her saliva making it super slippery, and she sucked noisily, bringing a groan from Hanna.

Steph's free hand moved down over Hanna's belly to the junction of her thighs. Her fingers closed over Hanna's shaven pussy. "Fibber!" She accused playfully. "You had this planned, you weren't wearing any undies and this is freshly shaved."Steph added, as she squeezed Hanna mischievously.


Dog Day



Hanna spread her thighs wider and pressed herself up into Steph's grasp. "I never wear undies." She gasped as Steph's index finger slid into her. She moaned again as Steph's knuckle scraped along her sensitive clit. Steph added a second finger, and like a child pointing her fingers like a gun she began a slow steady sawing motion pressing deeply into Hanna before pulling right out and beginning again. Hanna's skin was incredibly soft and smooth; her sodden pussy contracted wet and noisily around Steph's delving fingers. She splayed her legs before arching her back almost dislodging Steph's face off her left breast. Steph had latched onto Hanna's nipple like a baby and she was sucking noisily while her talented fingers manipulated Hanna's overheating pussy. Hanna's orgasm was incredibly quiet and sudden, both her hands abruptly gripped Steph's which was buried deep inside her. Her eyes were screwed shut and she seemed to shudder for minutes, but ended in a beautiful smile which melted Steph's wildly beating heart.

Hanna's room was large and Steph noted Bismarck's sleeping mat placed in a corner. "Bismarck sleeps in here?" She asked. 

"Yes, I guess we'll get one for Hansel, if we move the dresser we can fit one in the other corner." Hanna answered while she stroked Steph's shoulder.

Steph sat up. "You want me to move in? We've just met...." The rest of Steph's words were muted by Hanna's mouth. 



Dog Day Afternoon



Rose sat on the porch swing at her camp and sipped her tea. It was August in Texas; one of those days you can fry eggs on the sidewalk if you're real careful not to overcook them. 

There was a nice breeze on the porch; it was still hot, but bearable. Rose was wearing a loose-fitting cotton sundress and her skin. It was too damn hot for anything tight, including underwear. Besides, nobody was around to see her anyway.

Every once in a while, Rose would lift the hem of the dress; making a sail to catch the breeze and send it up her body, drying her sweat and cooling her down. She figured if it worked for those Arabs in the desert, it should work for her in Texas. 

She finished her tea and went inside to refill the glass. Texas heat in the summer makes for a powerful thirst. She thought she might go down to the creek for a swim later. She smiled as she thought of the cool water closing over her bare nipples and pulling them erect like little soldiers on her breasts. Too bad Don was in Dallas for the week and wouldn't be there to enjoy the show.

She thought she heard a car drive up, but dismissed it as her imagination. The camp was a mile and a half off the paved road; nobody ever got lost enough to find it and she wasn't expecting anyone. Rose turned and walked back toward the porch just in time to see a man climbing the front steps.

"Afternoon, Ma'am. We seem to be a little lost, here."

Rose looked him over. He was a little above average height, maybe 6', with graying hair and glasses. Thin without being skinny, he moved well .... Almost graceful, as he stepped onto the porch. He was smiling, the crinkles in the corners of his mouth and eyes looked like he was used to smiling. It fit him.

"My name is Charlie. That's Betty in the car. We were looking for Fred Booker's camp, but I don't recon this is it."

"Rose".  Rose replied. "And you sure are lost! Fred's camp is about twenty miles back up the road. That turn onto his camp road is real easy to miss, and ours is the next road: we make a lot of new friends because of that. When you head back toward town, his turnoff is a quarter mile past the second deer crossing sign. You'll see it if you look real hard."

"Thanks, Rose. We appreciate the help." 

"My pleasure. Glad to get somebody to talk to.", she said. "It's a pretty good run back. Ya'll are more than welcome to a glass of tea and the restroom before you go."

"A glass of tea would be nice. I'll get Betty." 

Rose went into the camp to get the tea pitcher and some glasses of ice. 

Charlie walked back to the car and leaned through the open driver's window. The woman got out the other side. She was a blond, petite, yet well endowed. She was dressed similarly to Rose; loose and cotton, with Mexican sandals. 

Rose returned to the porch holding a tray with both hands. The couple was approaching the porch when a sudden gust of wind howled across the yard. Betty grabbed her dress to keep it from flying. Rose wasn't so lucky. Her dress caught in the wind, swirling high over her waist and exposing her nakedness to Charlie and Betty.

Rose turned the color of her name, dropped the tray and tried frantically to cover herself. Tea, ice and glasses flew.

Betty smiled. "Shoot, Rose. I thought I was the only one that got that hot in August." She lifted her own dress to show Rose that she, too, was naked underneath. "Don't be embarrassed. It's not like you flashed us on purpose."

Actually, after her initial shock, Rose was not embarrassed. She wasn't sure why, but she felt a mild flush of excitement.  She scrambled around to pick up the debris of her adventure and hurried inside to make more tea.

Betty followed Rose into the camp, offering to help. Rose accepted and the two women went about the business of making a fresh pot of tea, getting to know each other as they worked.

"You been knowing Fred awhile?" Rose asked her guest.

"We've never met him in person" Betty replied, but I've talked to him on the phone a few times and we've chatted on the internet. He seems like a really nice guy."

"Oh, I've known him all my life. He's nice enough, all right, but I've heard that some pretty wild stuff goes on over at his camp. Never been there myself, but it's a small town and folks hear things."

"I sure hope some pretty wild stuff goes on over there; Charlie and I are really looking forward to it."

Rose couldn't believe her ears. She had just met these folks, and here they were telling her that they were headed for a group sex session! The idea of group sex had occurred to her before, of course... but she had never thought of following through with it. Funny how just the knowledge that this couple was going to do it was beginning to excite her... she felt a faint moistness between her legs.

Rose poured the tea and Betty carried the tray back out to the porch where Charlie was sitting in Don's rocker, enjoying the breeze and the view across the valley in front of the camp. 

Charlie accepted his glass, took a deep drink and said, "Nice place you have here. A fellow could get used to this if he weren't careful." 

"Thanks," Rose responded. "My husband's parents built this camp about 50 years ago. We've been coming out here on weekends since I was a kid. It IS a nice place to get away from it all. There's plenty of squirrels, deer and turkeys to hunt in the fall, and the creek is full of fish. In the summer we sometimes picnic down by the deep hole in the creek; swimming there beats the devil out of a pool!"

The trio continued to exchange small talk. All the while, Rose was getting more and more aroused. Nobody said or did anything to arouse her; it was just happening. She would look at Charlie and imagine him naked .... erect and ready for her. Or she would see him in her mind's eye fucking Betty while she watched. It was confusing to her .... 

Every fantasy of group sex she had ever had included Don and another man. She had never even dreamed of sex with another woman and a man not her husband. She was making up for lost time, now. Her thighs were slick with the nectar of sex.

"We had better be going," Betty said. "Let me help with the dishes and we'll be on our way." She picked up Charlie's glass and her own and headed to the kitchen. Rose followed, carrying the pitcher, her own glass and the tray.

As the water was running in the sink, Rose made her decision. "Betty."

"What?"

"You know, you don't really need to go to Fred's for group sex. .... I would love for ya'll to stay here for the night and we can do whatever you want."

"I'd like that, Rose. Let me check with Charlie." 

Betty left the room. Rose couldn't believe what she was doing. Never in a million years had she thought she would be doing this without Don; but her pussy was telling her that she definitely wanted to. .... She started washing the dishes...

Rose heard someone come into the kitchen and walk quietly toward her. She assumed it was Betty and turned to speak to her, only to see Charlie, naked and erect, approaching her. For the second time in an hour, Rose dropped the tray and blushed.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I just figured that this was a good way to respond to your invitation." Charlie grinned. "I sure hope you can hold me better than you hold that tray!"

Rose giggled in spite of herself and moved toward him. "I probably can. Want to find out?"

Charlie reached for her and she came into his arms. He held her to his body and kissed her gently on the forehead. He turned her so that her back was cradled against him and placed one hand on her stomach, the other reached for her breast. He felt her rapidly erecting nipple through the thin cotton of her dress. He kissed her ear and whispered, "are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Oh, God, Yes!" Rose moaned. The tremor of desire that had gone through her when Charlie touched her breast was marvelous! "I want you, now!"

He dropped the hand from her stomach lower, pulling her dress up over it and cupping her pussy. .... One finger slipping through the slickness of her outer lips to massage her erect clitoris. Rose felt her passion growing and closed her eyes.

Charlie turned the pair of them toward the center of the room. Rose felt a soft hand on her face and opened her eyes. Betty was standing in front of her. While Rose watched, Betty pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on a chair. She stepped up to Rose, cradled her face in her hands and kissed her gently but passionately on the lips.

Rose reached out to Betty and pulled her closer, making a sandwich of herself between the couple. The feel of Betty's breasts pressing against her own was different, but wildly exciting. She returned Betty's kiss .... but without the gentleness. Her kiss was demanding, urgent. 

She broke away, took Betty's hand in her left, Charlie's in her right and led the couple to the bedroom.

When they reached the room, Rose motioned for Charlie to lie down. He did, while Rose all but tore her dress off her body to join the pair already naked. She practically ran to the bed and collapsed next to Charlie. She took his balls in her hand and squeezed softly, getting a groan of pleasure from Charlie as her reward. 

She slowly kissed her way down his body, beginning at his ears and working in small steps toward her eventual goal... pausing for some time at his nipples to gently bite and suck them..

When she resumed her journey downward, she saw that Betty had already claimed her prize. The other woman was licking the head of Charlie's dick as if it were a Popsicle on a hot day. That looked like fun to Rose ... she joined in the game, licking in alternate rhythm with Betty. Betty reached across Charlie's body and caressed Rose's breast, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. They kissed.... around the head of Charlie's cock. Their lips hungrily searched for each other, tongues reaching out to touch along the underside of the head of the cock.

Betty shifted slightly and took the head of Charlie's cock into her mouth. She slowly slid down the length of it until her lips rested at its base. Rose couldn't believe that the other woman could take the full length of that tool down her throat. Betty came quickly back up the shaft, paused briefly to suck just the head, then let the dick fall out of her mouth with a small 'plop'.

Rose needed no further invitation. She sucked up the now free cock, capturing it with her lips. .... She held it behind the head with her lips and vigorously licked the tender underside of the head ... then slid down the shaft and back up....giving it another quick lick before letting it escape.

It did not take too much of this kind of attention to excite Charlie beyond his capacity to withstand..... he felt his balls contract ... his cock jerked and spasmed, pumping his load up and out. The first spurt hit Rose in the face as she was getting ready for her turn at Charlie .... The rest she caught in her mouth and throat as she engulfed the throbbing rod and held it deep in her mouth. 

When Charlie had finished cumming, Rose pulled her head up and away from his spent cock. Betty met her as she lifted her face, licking the strands of cum from Rose's cheeks, then kissing her deeply. Charlie collapsed, exhausted, to the bed.

Rose had never been kissed in passion by a woman before. Had never thought much about it, really. It was wonderful. Different, softer, more knowing in a way, than being kissed by a man. Betty pushed Rose to her back and kissed her breasts. Her hand wandered down Rose's body toward her hot and dripping pussy. .... And began to slowly, gently masturbate her. Rose's muscles began to twitch involuntarily... it felt SO good!

Betty straddled Rose's recumbent form and bent toward her. ... She split Rose's outer lips with her tongue and worked erotic magic on her clitoris. Rose was ecstatic. She reached for the other woman's hips and pulled them downward, tasting for the first time the nectar of another woman's pussy. She mimicked the actions of Betty's tongue and was soon rewarded by a moan from the other woman....and by a pussy being pressed into her face as Betty reached her orgasm with a massive shudder.... Rose quickly followed suit, screaming her release into the other woman's cunt.

By this time Charlie had recovered somewhat. Betty rolled off Rose, and Charlie replaced her. He mounted her quickly, then began to fuck her in long, slow, powerful strokes. Having already cum once, Charlie was primed to go for the long haul. ... it was going to be a long, wonderful night for Rose.

When Rose had cum once more, Charlie pulled his dick from her pussy and rolled her to her stomach. She needed little encouragement to get to her knees, and he once again mounted her, pounding his dick deep into her pussy, his balls slamming against her with every stroke. Not wanting to be left out, Betty slid beneath her and kissed her breasts, alternating left to right .... Licking and sucking the nipples.... All while playing with Rose's pussy around the thrusts of Charlie's cock.

Rose thought that she had died and gone to heaven. ... Or that she must be dreaming. Such crashingly violent orgasms could not possibly be real! But the tastes and sounds and smells of hot sex surrounded her...it must be real, even though it was too good to be true. She came again ... the passion thundering through her body in great waves.

Charlie withdrew from her and began fucking Betty. Rose watched for a while as the couple fucked like wild animals. Betty came, screaming and clawing at Charlie's back. He stayed inside her, continuing his deep slow rhythm, but lifted his body away from her. Rose leaned over and kissed the woman, then went to her breasts to lick and suck and kiss until Betty came again.

This time it was enough for Charlie .... He too came in Betty's pussy .... Then the three of them collapsed in exhaustion. They held each other and exchanged light kisses, then drifted off, one at a time into their private dreams.....



Dog Day Afternoon



Shane, my precocious brindle lab pup, dashed off of his leash and he sprinted, happily panting, towards the object of his desire. The Doggie Play Park, half-full this Spring afternoon with canines in full playground mode and mood, had become his personal Mecca.

I stood on the perimeter, watching, as the various breeds went through their curious introductory ritual of sniffing each others' private parts, which usually isn't socially acceptable until at least the third date in our human contacts. I sipped my bottled water and inhaled the unique aromas that only an urban dog park can evoke, and gazed at the ominous storm clouds gathering over the Delaware River to the southeast.

I did have to admit that this area of Fairmount Park in the shadow of Philadelphia's world-famous Art Museum that had been ordered cordoned off strictly for dog activities was one of the few altruistic and citizen-friendly acts that Philly's municipal government had ever enacted. (Try NOT to get a parking ticket in this city when you visit, I dare ya, it's not possible, such is the Parking Authority's zeal, the only functional entity in Philly's mostly corrupt government.)

After all, any city that allows a statue of a fictitious movie pugilist (Rocky Balboa) next to the steps of the symbol of its testament to classical arts will never be known for its appreciation of true culture. But, I let my curmudgeonly thoughts drift away and focused back to simply enjoying the dozen or so merry dogs at play, sharing sticks and tennis balls.

A border collie, one eye black and the other white, trotted up to me to pay his salutations, or so I imagined. I bent to pet his shaggy mane as he sniffed my sandals tentatively, but before I could reach his head, he lifted one leg and emitted a short burst of pee directly onto my toes before yipping mischievously and sprinting away to join his pals. Yuk.

It is difficult to exude any shred of dignity when dog pee is running between your toes, and more so when you hear the delighted giggles of a woman's voice behind you. "Oh, Remy, bad boy, BAD boy," I heard her say in a European accent with a less than sincere disciplinary tone, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her laughter. 

I was inclined to be pissed, literally, until I heard the sing-song delightful cadence within that voice. I turned to see a woman in her early forties covering her mouth with her hands, her very pretty face a disarming blush of pink, light salt-and-pepper curls dangling down onto her shoulders, her chest heaving in suppressed giggles beneath a tight brown T-shirt, taut nipples poking through the cotton fabric. Why did my eyes stop THERE, just what is it about a woman's erect nipples that we men cannot even pretend to ignore?

She jogged up to me, firm breasts bouncing under the T-shirt, and before I could even react, much less speak, she knelt in front of me with a rag and began to clean off my sandal-clad foot, mumbling dolefully in French. "Oh, oh, je suis si si desole!" 

She looked up at me, her head just inches from my now slightly stiffening crotch (was Pavlov's dog around here anywhere?), and smiled the sexiest smile, her green eyes dancing. "I am so, so sorry, sir, I am so embarrassed, he has never done that before. Please forgive me?" 

She smiled. I melted. "And forgive Remy, too, sil vous plait?"

Now, I don't know about the rest of you male readers out there, but believe me, it is not hard to forgive a beautiful, mature French woman with great tits and sexy gray hair who is cleaning your feet while on her knees with her mouth positioned centimeters from your crotch. As for the dog's verdict, well, the jury's still out.

I looked down at her and thought of running my fingers through that incredibly sexy, disheveled mane of hair of hers. Why don't more women just let their hair naturally turn color? If they only knew how erotically exciting most men my age (fifty-one) find naturally graying hair on a woman. (Or was I perhaps just biased because her head was hovering next to my stirring cock? Hmmmmm. The chicken or the egg?)

She stood up after apparently being satisfied that I was devoid of collie pee, and wadded the rag into a ball. Her sparkling, sensational green eyes blazed into mine as she stood a little too close. Not that I minded. 

"The least I can do is introduce myself to a man who was so kind and patient after my dog relieved himself on your feet." She giggled again, and extended her hand. "My name is Genevieve."

I took her hand lightly in my own and as a crackle of thunder roared overhead, I felt a tingle of electricity from just the mere first touch of her skin.

Ten minutes later, the park had become empty due to the torrential shower pouring down from the increasingly angry skies. Except Genevieve and I found shelter in a small cove beneath a huge oak tree, with Remy and Shane hunkered down in the weeds and brush, two wet dogs rolling around, oblivious to the fact that their owners had begun to engage in a long, slow, deep kiss in the sudden solutitude of the urban park.

As the rain cascaded down around us, we remained sequestered under the haven of the century-old tree's branches, and our kisses became more urgent, hungry, impassioned. Genevieve's hips began to slowly sway and grind into my own, and I took her cue and reached my hand beneath her tight shirt and tweaked her nipple with my index finger and thumb, and then switched to the other nipple and I felt her tiny palm snake onto my impossibly stiff shaft. 

She leaned her head back and her eyes bore into mine with lust. "Mmmm, tres grand, tres agreable," she murmured as she stroked me with fervor, hidden from view though the heavily-traveled Benjamin Franklin Parkway was only fifty yards away. "It feels huge."

She stared at me pleadingly. "It has been a very long time for me," she explained bashfully. I nodded, still tweaking her nipples, exchanging fingertips over each one as she moaned lightly. "I live just a few blocks from here. Do you have some time to perhaps come home with me?"

Well, hold on, lemme check my schedule. Yep, seems that I do have some free time. Imagine that.

The rain had abated enough for us to walk briskly to her stately row home on the quaint city block of Twentieth Street, between Parrish and Brown Streets, and we walked hand-in-hand while holding the two happy pooches tightly with our other hand. 

On the way, Genevieve quickly provided a up-to-date biography which included the fact that she was married to a French stock broker who traveled extensively, and was away for weeks at a time, while investing in a harvest of mistresses abroad. Genevieve had been faithful, yet lonely, she explained. I pressed my fingertip to her lips in a gentle shushing motion as we reached her door. 

"No further explanation is necessary, beautiful Genevieve. He is not here now. We are alone in the world today. Just us."

We navigated the steps of her brownstone home and she let the dogs loose, and they dashed to the kitchen, where she shut the door. I remained by the front door and pushed it closed behind me. 

She looked at me, again almost bashfully, and said softly, "I am very, very wet," before bringing her arms to her T-shirt and pulling it over her head, exposing her sizable breasts on an otherwise slim, lithe frame. 

She cupped them together and raised her right breast to her mouth, and her long, pink tongue snaked out and lashed at her fully erect nipple, protruding from immense dark brown areolas. "Do you like my breasts, John? Vous fait?" My own hand dropped to my crotch and I stroked my bulge through my shorts to express my ardent appreciation, while I removed my own shirt and dropped it to the hardwood floor in the vestibule. We stood in front of each other naked from the waist up, Genevieve sucking on her own tit while I grasped my still-imprisoned cock. 

While her gaze alternated from my eyes to my cock, and back again, she gracefully stepped out of her tan capri pants, kicked them to the floor with her own sandals, and next peeled her pale yellow thong down her lean thighs, exposing a small triangular tuft of salt-and-pepper pubic hair, shaped in a "V" over her puffy vulva. Even from the distance of a few feet, I could whiff her sweetly musky scent of sex.

She pirouetted, bent down, grabbed her ankles, and displayed her gaping anus, before turning to again face me, and with two fingers, pulled her labia widely apart. With the middle finger of her other hand, she began to leisurely caress the circumference of her engorged clit, clearly visible even through her thick, pink folds. The dogs barked playfully in the kitchen, the sound echoing through the house.

Genevieve stared at me seductively, fully aware she had me unequivocally mesmerized by the blatant exhibition of her sensational body to me, a complete stranger less than an hour ago. She motioned with a nod of her head and a raise of her eyebrow. "Your cock," she whispered, tugging on her clit. 

"Show it to me. I need to see it."

I pulled the zipper down, unbuttoned my shorts, and exposed my throbbing manhood, more than seven thick inches pulsing and twitching in my hand like a bucking stallion. Genevieve groaned. "Beautiful, mmmmm, beau."

We stood just meters apart, mutually masturbating in silence for a moment or two, basking in the scandalously delicious sensation of intense foreplay, still without touching the other, when Genevieve dropped to her knees for the second time since I had known her, this time with an even more intimate purpose than cleansing my foot of urine.

She crawled like a feline towards me until she grasped my cock in both of her small palms, her eyes boring directly into my own. "So thick," she purred, pulling on my shaft vertically until it rubbed against my belly button. 

"So long," she gasped, beginning to lick my fat balls as she rubbed my shaft with vigor now, one hand in a corkscrew motion, the other pulling just beneath my purple cockhead. I placed my own hands on the back of her curly gray locks, which immediately evoked a pleased growl of lust from Genevieve. 

"Yes, fuck my mouth, John, control me, push my head onto your marvelous cock, I need you in my mouth."

She whispered up at me once more before her warm mouth descended and engulfed my entire length and girth in three or four tight swallows. "J'ai besoin de sucer votre coq, John!" 

She alternated deep-throating me and licking my swollen testicles with such talent and passion that, regretfully, I could last only a few minutes until I shot an enormous load of semen deep into her mouth, six, seven, eight shots of thick, milky seed. 

She caught and swallowed the brunt of the sticky ejaculate, yet spit out some onto her heavy breasts, and she stood up and grabbed me by the back of the head, catching me by surprise as I was still recovering and preoccupied by the cum still trickling and dribbling down my shaft.

"Suck my big tits, John, suck them, let me feel your mouth on my skin." I obliged and obeyed willingly, sucking the residue of my own semen off of her heaving tits. 

She raised my head back up to her mouth and we shared my seed on our tongues as we kissed wildly. She took my palm into her own and placed it between her parted legs as I lowered my head back down to her breasts, lightly biting on the nipple as Genevieve squealed. Then I lapped around her huge areolas while I popped a second finger up into the tight canal of her cunt, almost immediately finding a spongy mass of flesh on the inner wall of her saturated vagina, and I stroked it teasingly as I could feel her kegel muscles tightening around the invading digits.

I dropped to my knees, intent on reciprocating the intense oral pleasure that she had just provided to me, and I cupped her buttocks in my hands and pressed her cunt into my face, and within a few minutes of savoring the flavors of my cunning linguist, she nearly fell to her knees, her cunt exploding in a warm splash of warm, ivory-colored ejaculate from her cavity, coating my entire face, as I eagerly consumed her sex nectar.

I ran my tongue repeatedly and gently from her clit to her anus, over and over, rhythmically, softly, inserting my fingers into her forbidden brown-puckered hole when consuming her pussy, and easing three digits inside of her cunt when licking her asshole. 

I haven't met a woman yet who doesn't turn to a quivering mass of Jello-like protoplasm while being the recipient of this type of oral homage, and Genevieve was even more responsive than most, lifting her leg over my shoulder to provide me with unfettered access to both her pussy and ass.

Each time my lips moved first to rim her and then to tongue-fuck her asshole, I wiggled three fingers, all in opposite directions, inside of her wildly convulsing cunt, paying particular attention to massaging her G-spot. With each extraction of my fingers, her cunt spurted small streams of fluid down onto my face and all over her thighs, and I watched excitedly, stroking my own cock with my free hand, as her stomach heaved in blissful contractions, accompanying each repeated orgasm.

I genuinely love pleasuring a woman in this way, and for some reason it gave me special pleasure this time because Genevieve was a stranger and I seemed to instinctively know my way around her triggers.

At one point, when she finally opened her eyes to peek, she saw me rubbing my own pole back to its full length, and gasped, "Oh, you're stroking yourself, too? That is so fucking hot! How many hands do you have anyway?"

As Genevieve still struggled to catch her breath as she returned to earth from her countless orgasms, I took her hands in one of mine and clasped them behind her back, and raised my leg into the small of her back and gently pushed her, face-first, down onto an ottoman that sat next to an antique leather chair in the corner of the living room. 

I situated her torso so that she was stretched lewdly with her ass in the air, only her palms and the balls of her feet on the hardwood floor, her stomach crushed into the upholstery of the ottoman, and I slapped my resuscitated cock on the flesh of her milky white ass.

"Do you want this big cock, Genevieve? Where do you want it? Tell me, tell me where you want my cock." 

I ran the tip of my cock, which was again leaking pre-cum, around the rim of her lovely anus, anticipating the pending penetration.

I wanted that tight ass as my eventual target. Yes, I would have that tight ass today of this horny, mysterious, married French beauty, but not quite yet.

The groan of unadulterated lust that roared from her chest emulated the sound of the thunder that we had heard while in the park. Her voice had lowered several octaves, consumed my pure sexual desire, and her reply was succinct, concise.

"My cunt," she growled in her accent that alone could keep me stiff. "Stuff that magnificent cock deep and hard up my tight cunt."

She added a postscript as I began my almost frantic invasion of her pussy. 

"Fuck me like you've never fucked a woman. Split me apart with that thick cock, fill me, I've always wanted one so big. Do me."

Twenty more-than-frantic minutes later, her torso was buried between the plush cushions of her couch after being twisted and contorted into every conceivable position of her body and nook-and-cranny of her living room, and I let loose my second volcanic orgasm deep into her churning cunt, which by now was convulsing in virtual non-stop spasms.

When we finally recovered from undoubtedly the hottest and most intimate fuck that I had ever shared with a woman whom I had known for less than two hours, she rose and attended to the dogs in the kitchen. I watched her firm, mature ass wiggle and bounce as she walked, seeing the mixture of our cum and love juices cascade down the back of her thighs, and running onto the curve of her buttocks.

She returned with a towel and a smile, as I admired her thoroughly just-fucked-hair flowing down her flushed cheeks.

"Come, we must shower, I promise not to pee on you if you will do me one favor before you must go."

I made a Boy-Scout-honor signal to indicate my pledge to serve. "Anything, sweet Genevieve, what is your desire?"

She gazed at me with intensity. "I want you to fuck my anus after I suck you back to life. I need to be fucked anally."

"Dans mon ane," she repeated in her native tongue, apparently to punctuate the request. It sounded palatable in either language.

Forty minutes later, Genevieve was once more on her knees, toweling off my cock that had just cum for a third time. This burst was deep in her bowels as she braced herself on the porcelain walls of the shower and screamed in blissful ecstasy as her sphincter threatened to crush my cock as she thrashed about and came like a faucet. She sucked lovingly on my cock tip between rubs of the towel.

She looked up at me with those disarming green eyes, her hair matted against her pretty face, a woman who oozed the unmistakable aura of having just experienced incredibly erotic and intense sex.

"You have come in my mouth, in my pussy, and finally, in my ass. You are a spectacular lover, John, I shall not forget you, merci, merci beaucoup." She kissed me on the cheek and began to dress me as she herself remained naked. 

I took her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly. "It is I who should thank you, Jenny. That was truly the most erotic afternoon I have ever had. And you are the most incredible lover I have ever known. I have never cum so hard, so long, so intensely in all parts of a woman as exotic and beautiful as you."

Shane bounded back to me, sensing our visit was coming to a close. I looked at Genevieve in all of her naked glory one final time, taking special note of the wet, silver curls above her still puffy cunt. I hoped it would not be the last time we would be lovers, and asked with my own pleading puppy-dog eyes, "Will I see you again?"

She hugged me with an unspoken yet subtle message. This time her body did not rub against mine, she had become suddenly a bit aloof, non-committal. 

"We shall see, John, there are no promises. Fate brought us together today, but I have mixed feelings about seeing you in the future."

She continued slowly. "You see, I don't want to become like my husband and his philandering ways, I still love him. I just needed a man today, I needed sex to feel attractive, and I could not have chosen more wisely with you. You are wonderful. But, I hope you understand. "

I did, but I didn't. But it doesn't matter what I think. I've understood at least that much when it comes to women. 

Two weeks later, I returned to the dog park with my pup. However, before I departed my car to let Shane loose, I saw a pair of familiar figures in the distance. Remy was chasing his beloved lacrosse ball, and Genevieve was cheering him on delightedly.

However, the ball tosser was a tall, thin handsome man who hugged Genevieve lovingly between throws. At the sake of culturally profiling, he looked like the consummate Frenchman. Her husband, I surmised. I watched for a bit, long enough to watch them walk arm-in-arm in the direction of their house after Remy had exhausted his chases. 

Even from so far away, I could see a ring on Genevieve's finger, gleaming in the sun. She had not worn it the day we had met.

Shane whimpered in the back seat as he watched his canine buddy disappear, realizing he would not be sharing in the fun this day.

"I know how you feel, bud," as I patted his head soothingly.

"Yep, I know just exactly how you feel."



Dog Day Afternoon



Authors note: This is my entry into the 2015 April Fool's day Contest. Thank you once again to the fabulous Aisie Lynn who lends me her keen eyes so often lately. I hope you enjoy. ~ellie

*

The Australian summer lingered long into March and with a final burst had turned the sun's full power into creating a hazy, humid heat wave that wilted every living thing in that part of the world. Kira was dripping with sweat, and her shirt clung to her as if she had just entered a wet T-shirt competition. She groaned setting the last of the boxes onto the floor in the kitchen. She could see movement through the window that looked out over the back yard, and she moved closer to better see.

Peering through the dusty panes, she could see a large black dog bounding across the sizable lawn between the house and the sparse bushland the house back onto. A moment later a man came jogging after it, whistling sharply and calling its name.

"Ransome!" The man shouted in a stern tone, but the big dog ran up and onto the shaded back deck of the house.

Kira went to the back door; she liked dogs, and this one seemed to have a friendly bark as it ran from its owner. She opened the screened security door, stepping out just as the man stepped up onto the decking. 

"Hello, Ransome," Kira smiled and let him sniff her hand before giving him a friendly scratch behind the ears. "Did you come to welcome your new neighbours?" She spoke to the dog in a cheery voice before looking up at its owner.

"Sorry about Ransome, he sees a pretty woman, and he can't help but try and charm his way into her heart," he said smoothly. "I'm Jai, I'm your neighbour on that side," He pointed to a thick hedge fence.

"I'm Kira, and it seems your dog is not the only charming one in your house," she laughed lightly. Dropping her eyes momentarily, she became very aware of the way she must look and, folding her arms across her chest, she blushed, "Moving in a heat wave is not recommended, I should go change. It was nice to meet you. Once we're unpacked, we'll have you over for dinner sometime. My husband is a chef."

"Sounds great," Jai grinned still eyeing the generous pert breasts of his new neighbour. "They couldn't possibly be real," he mused but he'd certainly like to find out for himself. "Home, Ransome," he whistled and the dog bounded off into the yard again. "I'll look forward to seeing more of you then," his mouth twisted in its grin as his eyes dropped to her chest again before he turned to leave.

Feeling decidedly uncomfortable, Kira fled back inside the house. She wished Ethan was here already but with any luck he would arrive tonight. They had driven their own cars down from the city to this idyllic mountain community. Having their third restaurant receiving rave reviews and being sure of the chefs and management team they had put in place, Kira and her husband were set to take a break while he wrote a cookbook of sorts.

They had chosen this town for its lack of celebrity cache. Her husband was nearing retirement age and if she was honest with herself, he had past it already. But he was also so youthful and energetic in spirit she often forgot the large disparity in their ages. She wanted him to slow down and spend more time with her doing the other things they enjoyed, like entertaining his children and grandchildren with special weekends. As well as indulging in their interests other than the food industry, like bushwalking and bird watching. 

The bushland that bordered their new property was what sold it to them in the end. It was a recently renovated, moderately sized home with room enough for visitors but not as big as the monstrosity they had just left. In truth, it was an average home but sat in the most beautiful of landscapes with a multitude of native wildlife to watch and interact with. That dog may scare most of it off though, she thought dourly.

Locking the door, she found her suitcase where she had left it at the base of the staircase while she unpacked the car and lugged it upstairs to what would be their Master suite. Throwing the case on her bed and opening it, she found a towel and fresh clothes. The huge sliding glass doors that led to the balcony showed the wonderful view of the bushlands. Smiling, she stripped off her shirt as she walked toward them to let in some fresh air and hopefully a cool breeze.

*****

Jai jogged back to his home and brought the dog inside. Ransome immediately went in and laid his head on Annie's lap, looking up at her with adoring eyes. "Did you have a good run, my gorgeous boy?" Annie asked the dog who answered with a tongue lolling grin as he panted at her.

"Yes, I did thank you," Jai smirked at her, "I think I will go shower now, assuming you aren't ready for a break."

"I'd love to, but I can't, the publishers are pushing the targets they set," she said with genuine regret in her voice as she eyed her young lover.

"You used to like to do those things you write about with me," he said petulantly. "We used to rewrite those torrid love scenes of yours over and again."

"I will make it up to you," she sighed, "When I have these new chapters complete." She waved her hands shooing him from her studio, "Now let me work so I can keep you in the style to which you have become accustomed," she laughed.

Jai turned and walked away. He hated when she said things like that. True he had started out as her handyman and gardener and had moved in with her shortly after. She paid him as she had always done even back then, in short though he was nothing more than a kept man who helped out around the place. He shook his head and dismissed her and the words from his thoughts, focusing instead on the new neighbour and her awesome rack. The thought of getting a chance to play with those amazing mammories made him hornier than he had felt for a while, and as he stripped off his shirt he looked out of the bathroom window.

He could see her there, standing just inside the sliding glass doors of the balcony that he assumed led to her bedroom, in only the flimsiest of bras. He imagined that if she jumped those big beautiful breasts would just bounce right out of the scraps of material that held them. He found himself wishing fervently for just that.

Lowering his shorts, his fisted his cock, stroking slowly as he enjoyed the view of his new neighbour, Kira. Disappointment ran through him as she went back into the room. Kicking of his shorts and with his cock leading the way, he moved from his bathroom, down the hall, to the spare guest room. Looking through the gauzy curtains he could see her in the bathroom that led off the main bedroom. Happy that the last owners had taken the blind from that window, he watched as the lovely woman started the shower and shed the rest of her clothes.

Mature by some standards to him, she was exquisite, and he eagerly committed every feminine curve to his memory, knowing she would feed many a lonely night's fantasies as his partner finished her new book. The shower screen disrupted his viewing pleasure, and he returned to his bathroom curious about her husband the chef and how often he left his wife alone to find her own amusements.

Running the shower, he let his mind wander to the lovely Kira and how those curves of hers would feel under his hands. Stepping into the shower, he tilted his head back under the hot running water and pumped his hand up and down his rigid shaft letting his fingers rub over the swollen helmet with each pass. "Oh yeah, I can entertain her," he thought to himself.

*****

Kira and Ethan sat on the back deck watching the sunset and enjoying the sound of the curlews and honey-eaters as they called out to their mates in the darkening light. It was what they had dreamed this place could be like and, after days of unpacking and organising their new house, they finally felt at peace. Ethan reached out and took Kira's hand squeezing it and looking at her with obvious love. She smiled at him in return, but neither spoke to disturb the birdsong as they held hands and sipped their drinks.

A series of barks disturbed their sanctuary, and a cloud of birds lifted from the trees. Ethan stood in indignation that someone would let a dog roam free in the pristine bushland. "Oh god, it's that awful man from next door and his dog," Kira groaned. "The dog is quite nice but the man... I think his name is Jai, is just awful."

"I don't care about the man that dog is the awful thing. Aren't there laws against having pets in the national forest," Ethan watched the big ugly dog bound across his lawn towards Kira.

"I am not so sure this is a national park," Kira said furrowing her brow as Jai entered the yard, letting out a whistle loud enough to rival the bark of his dog. 

"Sorry about that. Seems old Ransome here knows a good thing when he sees it," Jai walked up to where the dog was nuzzling Kira's hand. He eyed her overtly as she bent to scratch the dog's ears, revealing move of her cleavage. "Hey, I'm Jai, your neighbour on that side," he poked his thumb in the direction of the house before holding his hand out towards Ethan.

"Hello," Ethan replied stiffly. "I wouldn't have thought dogs were allowed in the bushlands, all the native wildlife and such."

"Don't know," Jai shrugged. "Never thought about it," he admitted. "Still old Ransome here knows how to stop those birds squawking all afternoon, right?"

"He does," Ethan replied with distaste. The fact that his distaste was with Jai and his dog seemed utterly lost on the man. In fact, his distaste wasn't limited to the conversation at hand but also the way the man and his dog seemed to be far too friendly towards his wife.

"Wait, I know who you are, you're that guy from the thing," Jai seemed to be searching his mind. "That cooking show, the one with all the challenges, you're a guest judge or something... Master Chef!" He looked at Ethan with a wide smile as if proud of himself for recognising the man.

"Yes, I do a few television shows from time to time," Ethan admitted.

"That's great another celebrity in the neighbourhood!" Jai enthused.

"Another?" Kira asked curiously.

"Sure Annie, my partner. She's a novelist. Mostly historical romance stuff, you might have heard of her, A.N. Cabin.?" Jai said.

"I don't think I am familiar with her books," Kira admitted.

"She writes for a select market. I'll drop one over to you. So that the next time your husband is away you will have something to entertain you," he waggled his eyebrows and nudged Ethan. "The ladies love a bit of romance. Am I right?"

"I am sure you and Annie research her books very well," Ethan said caustically. "When will we get to meet this crafter of great romance tales?"

"She's finishing off a few chapters to make her deadlines but when she is done, rest assured we will take you up on that offer of dinner your wife made when we met earlier." Ethan raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his wife in consternation.

"Ransome was the first of our neighbours to greet me, in much the same way as he had today. It seemed only fair to invite them over once we were settled in," Kira explained herself. 

"Of course, I will look forward to it, just let us know when Annie is free," Ethan nodded. "If you will excuse us now though, I had planned an evening of romance with my wife."

"No worries mate, and just let us know if you have to go back to the city for a guest spot or something. I'll keep Kira entertained for you," he winked and, whistling loudly to the dog, jogged back out of their yard.

"That was thoroughly unpleasant. I can't believe you invited them over for dinner, Kira. What were you thinking?" Ethan grumbled as they went back into the house.

"He seemed nice yesterday and they are our neighbours, Ethan. We should at least try to get along. This is a small community. It's not like the city where you can ignore everyone and get along just fine," Kira said reasonably.

"He was looking at you in entirely the wrong way. Entertain you indeed," he spat the words and rolled his eyes.

"Aww Honey, it's nice to see you can still feel a little jealousy after all these years," Kira sidled up to him and kissed his cheek. 

"You are as beautiful as the first day I ever saw you, my love," Ethan turned and wrapped his arms around his wife. They forgot about the dinner they had come in to make and just got on with the romance of the evening.

*****

Jai returned to his home and watched from the side porch where he took a seat in the growing darkness. He could see Ethan take Kira in his arms, and the kiss they shared was so deep and loving he felt a pang of jealousy even though he had no right to. Jai had been fantasizing about the lovely Kira constantly since their meeting yesterday. Her soft curves and big beautiful breasts burned into his memory. Wishing he had thought to bring a beer out, he considered the scene before him and not wanting to miss a chance to see her possibly disrobe, he sat back into the cushioned wicker chair. His cock hardened as he allowed himself the thought that they might do it right there in the kitchen for him to see.

As Jai watched avidly, Ethan seemed to act out his fantasy for him. He lifted Kira up to sit on the stone island bench in the middle of the kitchen and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Letting the shirt drop from her shoulders and down her arms, he caught it just below her elbows. Jai was close enough to see her eyes widen as Ethan leaned forward clutching her as if in an embrace. He saw the older man tie the blouse expertly around her forearms effectively locking her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts further forward. 

When Ethan stepped back slightly, Jai watched him dig his hands into the flimsy bra and withdraw the soft globes of flesh then let them bounce back against her to hang in their natural form. Jai's breath caught and his hand moved to the front of his loose shorts, massaging his growing hard on. This was better than he ever could have imagined, his eyes glued to the window as Ethan slapped each breast leaving a hand print, and Kira arched her back as if begging for more.

He took her nipples then pinching them and pulling them forward, making her breasts stand out from her like rigid pyramids. Through the open window, Jai began to hear her mews and moans of pleasure, as Ethan let go and slapped them twice more as they bounced back and forth on her chest. Jai watched Kira tilt her head back further and groan as her nipples were then sucked, bitten and chewed by the man he believed to be the luckiest man in the world right at that moment.

Jai's hand slipped into the waistband of his shorts as he watched Ethan drop his pants and hike up his wife's dress, scooting her forward on the island. He kissed her deeply then, smothering her cries as he drove into her hard and fast. Jai's hand moved with an equal tempo as he watched the woman who had filled his fantasies lately get fucked harshly. This was better than most of porn Jai had watched and within minutes he had come all over his hand and his shorts. 

When he opened his eyes, Kira was gone from the island but Ethan still stood there his hips thrusting and his groans loud. Jai could only imagine how beautiful that woman looked with a cock in her mouth and considered standing on the seat to view it. Rather than risk being seen, he stayed put and let his imagination take over as he watched the absolute ecstasy on Ethan's face. What Jai wouldn't give for a woman like that?

The old man wasn't finished yet though and, as the scene continued to incorporate the use of every surface in the large kitchen and a number of utensils, Jai's eyes stayed glued to the scene. Ransome barked and danced around the backyard. He knew it would draw unwanted attention from Annie if he didn't move soon, but he was reluctant to leave the scene that played out so gloriously before his eyes.

Kira was pushed to lean on the counter before the very window Jai watched them through. Ethan stepped behind her and spanked her roughly with a flexible spatula. Jai knew any chance of his moving undetected had gone as the beautiful woman facing him with tears in her eyes stared out into the darkness. He ignored the dog and was lost in the wide open gasping and mewling mouth of Kira, along with the way her big beautiful breasts bounced and swayed with each swat she received.

Ethan reached up behind her then, and Jai watched as Kira's face took on an expression of painful pleasure, and the old man grunted pushing into her hard and fast. If he had to guess, Jai would say Kira was getting that hard, fat cock up her ass. His own cock jumped in his shorts, never having quite subsided from its premature eruption as he watched his neighbours.

"Fuck this woman is wild!" he thought to himself as he saw Ethan finally collapse over his wife, done for the night. With her head down on the counter, Jai took his chance to move and slowly stood up in the darkness. Moving slightly, her head came up and she seemed to peer into the darkness for a moment before being pulled up into Ethan's arms and led away, presumably to shower. With his attention solely on Kira at the time, Jai hadn't noticed that Ethan too had looked out of the window and, when he moved a second time, had seen his shadow quite clearly.

Jai jogged around to the back of the house where Ransome sat happily dismembering another bird he had caught. "Urg," he thought as he grabbed the hose to spray the dog and wash the remnants of his feast away. His erection subsided slightly at the sight of the blood and bones the dog played in so happily.

Leading Ransom into the atrium, which served as his home during the night, Jai went in to see if Annie might like a break from writing her book to do a little research on the romance angle of it. 

*****

Over the following days, the dog barked at all hours and even trotted into their yard carrying bloodied and broken carcasses of birds and wildlife he had killed, depositing them on the porch for Kira, much to her horror.

"Listen, Mate," Ethan's hostility towards the man barely held in check. "You've got to stop your dog from going into the bushland and killing things. It's not right!" Ethan said testily to Jai on one of the occasions he had jogged into the yard after his dog.

"Aww, he's not hurting anyone. He's just playing in his way," Jai reached down and scratched the dog's ears.

"He's probably killed half a dozen endangered species," Ethan's voice rose in anger. He had had enough of the guy and his atrocious dog, not to mention his wandering eyes and the overt innuendo when it came to Kira. The guy literally spoke to her breasts the whole time he engaged in conversation with her. Ethan knew Jai was a pervert who liked to watch, and he had gone out of his way to prove his virility and claim over his wife's heart and body in the last few days. Not that he thought she would ever cheat on him, especially not with a dumb, young jock like that.

Kira and he were soul mates, after the disaster of his first marriage he counted himself as a lucky man to have found the love of his life. She was his everything, and there wasn't much he wouldn't do to keep their idyllic relationship safe from predators like their new neighbour. It was time to do something about this guy. In the city he would have shouted, argued, and punched the guy out if need be but he couldn't do that here. He had promised Kira he would try to reign in that side of his nature and try to become part of this small town community. Maybe he could kill the guy with kindness, or give him a taste of his own medicine at the very least.

"We've been here over a week, I think it's time to make good on that offer of dinner. Maybe a lunch might be better for getting that lady of yours out of the house for a few hours of fun and good food. I'll cook up a storm, and you can be the first to taste my new recipes that will go into my new book," Ethan suggested generously. A plan was forming in his mind, and he knew just what he had to do to get the ball rolling.




Dog Day Afternoon



"Yeah, I'll check it out with Annie, she's up against the deadline pretty hard though," Jai hedged.

"Tell her I won't take no for an answer. Let's lock in Wednesday, say at about twelve? Then if she has to go back to work on her book in the afternoon, there's still plenty of time. We all have to eat right? Even novelists have to eat," he chuckled, waving away any protest Jai could have made. 

"I will have to confirm with Annie," Jai still seemed unsure. Puzzled by her husband's forceful invitation and believing he was trying to make friends here as he had promised, Kira stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Jai's arm.

"We'd love it if you could both make it," she said with a sweet smile. She saw the colour rise in her husband's face, and she knew she might have pushed him into jealousy rather than helping him at that moment.

"Sure, we'll be here. I'll make sure she takes a break to enjoy the company of our new neighbours," Jai's voice had lowered noticeably as he took her hand from his arm and held it for a moment.

"Fucking asshole!" Ethan raged silently. He had no idea who he was dealing with. His thoughts became dark as he waited long moments for Kira to pull her hand away from the smarmy lowlife's arm. Out loud, he said, "Great, we'll be looking forward to meeting your lady love."

Seeing the look Ethan gave his wife, he decided it was more than time to leave. Bidding them farewell, he whistled for his dog to follow him and jogged back out into the bushland. Watching him go, Ethan mused that if it wouldn't ruin the view and endanger the wildlife he would have erected an electric fence in that man's path. Turning to his wife he frowned.

"Really, Kira? Flirting with that piece of shit?" he growled.

"It was just a little encouragement. You seemed to want them to come badly for some reason. I thought maybe you were going to try and get Annie on our side about that awful dog," she said in her own defence.

"Oh, I plan to do something about the awful dog. Both of them," he smirked. "Now get inside, my sexy, flirtatious love, I believe you have earned yourself a spanking," Ethan opened the door, and she skipped inside and his hand landed hard on her ass.

The ensuing spanking and lovemaking not only satisfied Ethan's need to possess his wife but also the voyeuristic tendencies of their neighbour. Jai couldn't see them this time but by remaining outside on the side deck he could hear the resounding smacks and answering squeals of his neighbours followed by the muted sounds of sex. Having this couple next door had left him like a teenager with a constant hard on, and he went in search of Annie. He would disturb her to tell her about the invitation he had accepted on their behalf and, once disturbed, he would take a large slice out of her afternoon's work. This time he needed her touch and not his own to satisfy the need he felt.

*****

Ethan spent the next few days working on a menu and the recipes to go along with it. He was quite enjoying himself and the thought of what he was about to do to the dreadful neighbours made him smile widely. He wondered from time to time about the mysterious Authoress they had yet to see as she spent all her time obviously locked in her studio writing. He wondered if she could be as bad as the man she lived with. He had to assume so or else why would she be with him at all. He obviously had no job or wealth of his own.

He had shopped and began preparing the day before the scheduled luncheon, discussing his new book with Kira but not the recipes he would test out on his neighbours. He sent his wife out to the local shop for a basic ingredient he told her that he had forgotten and some wine. He wrote a list detailing the most preferred wine to something reasonable that she would undoubtedly be able to find in this backwater town. 

As soon as she left, he put his plan into action. Making a quick call, he chuckled and, having been into the city to retrieve the necessary equipment, he went about doing what needed to be done. He didn't like keeping Kira out of the loop with this, but it was in her best interests in case anything went badly wrong. Not that it would, he felt confident in his plans and could just about guarantee the outcome.

Early in the evening as Kira and Ethan sat on their back porch, Jai came jogging up from the bush looking worried. "You haven't seen Ransome have you? The dumb dog's wandered off again, and I can't seem to find him," he said breathlessly. 

"Have you reported it to the local pound? Maybe they picked him up for chasing the local wildlife into hiding," Ethan suggested, barely keeping the acid out of his voice. "It's pretty serious if he killed an endangered species. Probably cost you a hefty fine to get him back."

"Shit! You were serious about that?" Jai looked at him startled.

"Sure, Mate. We live in a wildlife paradise here, those greenies take it pretty seriously," Ethan said feigning how stupid the issue was. "Give 'em a call in the morning, I am sure he is somewhere safe. Not like him to just run off is it?"

"He runs off more than you realise. I'm usually pretty careful about locking him up when I am not out in the yard with him," Jai admitted. In his mind, he clearly saw the moment it probably happened. He had watched the beautiful Kira change and leave the house, and then indulged his fantasy about the sexy woman. "Fuck!" He cursed out loud. "Thanks for the help, man. I'll call 'em first thing in the morning.

He looked around seemingly at a loss without his dog to whistle at and turned back to the couple, his eyes raking over Kira and landing on her barely concealed breasts. The dress she wore was low cut, made of thin cotton, and he thought that if he brushed a hand past her he would be able to practically touch the silky skin he knew lay beneath.

"We're looking forward to tomorrow," Ethan said, suddenly drawing Jai's attention away from his wife's chest and back to him. "I hope this won't spoil our plans. I've already begun getting things ready," he gave a forced smile.

"We're looking forward to it. Annie jumped at the chance to have lunch with a celebrity chef and fellow author," Jai laughed. "I'm gonna go for another run around the track and see if Ransome answers. I'll catch you two tomorrow," he let his gaze linger over Kira a moment too long before turning and jogging off into the bushland again.

"What's going on with you?" Kira asked suspiciously. "You're never that nice to anyone, not even the people you do like," she smiled uncertainly.

"Can't a man just make a nice lunch and try to make friends with the neighbours?" he answered innocently.

"I know you're up to something. I don't know what it is yet, but I know something is brewing. I don't want to make enemies here Ethan, I like it here in this house and having you all to myself," she moved closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Just promise me you're not going to ruin this for us. Please."

"I have only ever wanted to make things better for us, for you, my darling," he kissed the top of her head. "I promise I just want to make things even better than they are now."

*****

By eleven on Wednesday, everything was practically ready, and Ethan felt an excited energy as Kira met him in the kitchen wearing one of his favourite dresses. "You look beautiful my love," he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. 

"Why thank you kind Sir. Will we be starting with drinks and pate out on the deck?" She asked confirming he hadn't changed his mind.

"I was just about to make a pitcher of margaritas to go with the spicy pate," he smiled. "This heat wave calls for an icy blend of refreshing citrusy tastes. It will make the pate I am serving that much sweeter." His grin was wide, and once again Kira wondered what he was up to.

They took their time organising the drinks and a platter containing the pate and wafer thin crackers to accompany it. When their guests arrived, Kira had been surprised that they had gone to the front of the house and knocked as any other visitor might do. She was so used to seeing Jai loping into her back yard in his casual jogging gear she had been taken aback when she opened the door to see a well-dressed, smiling couple. Annie was quite obviously quite a bit older than Jai but when she smiled it was like the years fell away. The small group went and sat out on the back deck in the shade, hoping for a breeze in the heat of the day and sipping their icy margaritas.

"It's hard to believe it's the first of April already with this degree of heat," Annie said once the initial polite conversation had ceased. They took their seats and accepted drinks from their hosts. "I am so used to being cooped up in my air-conditioned studio that I hadn't understood how awful this heat wave was."

"We can move inside if you like," Kira offered. 

"Not at all, it's nice to be watching the birds out there without the dog chasing them away," Annie smiled.

"Oh, I had forgotten! Did you find him?" Kira turned her attention to Jai whose face had fallen at Annie's words.

"Not yet but I called into the pound this morning and put some fliers up. Hopefully someone will call if they see him," Jai's voice sounded hollow as if grieving for the loss of a friend.

"Have another drink, Mate," Ethan topped off his glass from the pitcher. "Try the pate too. It's a new recipe. I call it Mutt's liver pate. I took a little bit from here and there and mixed it all together like a real mutt," He laughed at his own joke. The conversation remained light and easy with Ethan being the perfect host. The sultry day became oppressive as the sun hung heavily in the hazy sky and the small group became uncomfortable. 

"Why don't we head inside for the first course," Kira suggested feeling the sweat trickle down the small of her back. "I'm sure we will all feel more comfortable."

"Thank you, Kira. The heat is getting to me I have to admit," Annie stood, taking Jai's hand and followed their hosts inside.

"I have a nice cool soup for starters," Ethan announced. "Why don't you show them to their seats and get Jai to open the wine while I plate up," Ethan walked into the kitchen as the guests took their seats in the adjoining dining room. Within minutes, he returned balancing plates like a professional as he put the cool pale green soup before each person.

"Cucumber soup?" Annie asked.

"Mostly," Ethan nodded as he took his seat. "It's a new recipe, I call it Hounds-Tooth soup because of the special ingredient," he winked at her.

"Well, it looks just lovely, don't you think Jai?" She reached out and touched his hand in a gesture of affection.

"It does," he smiled gently at her and picked up his spoon. "These pieces of cucumber are so interesting like you've hand carved each one into hounds tooth," he murmured as he ran his spoon around in his soup picking up a few of the oddly shaped tooth like pieces that floated on top.

"I was trying to make it as I would like it to look in the cookbook I am putting together," Ethan grinned happily, "Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words especially when as they say we eat with our eyes as well as our stomach."

"You definitely have to include that in your book," Kira said as she finished her bowl. "Did you put gin in that?" 

"Hounds Tooth Gin," he said looking at her proudly, "You always were my best critique. She can pick out individual ingredients in any dish. She's amazing," He grinned at their guests. Looking at his watch, he stood, "If you will excuse me, timing in the kitchen is everything." He gathered the bowls and left Kira to entertain their guests. Within twenty minutes, Ethan returned with large Wagyu steaks, curling french fries and a salad with an Asian look and taste.

"Gosh, this looks wonderful! I am not sure how I will fit it all in!" Annie exclaimed.

"Looks just about right to me," Jai eagerly picked up his knife and fork, and the ladies giggled at his enthusiasm.

"I've been sensing a bit of a theme here with your Mutt's Liver Pate and Hounds Tooth Soup," Annie made light conversation between mouthfuls. "Tell me what are you going to call this dish?"

"You've caught me out!" Ethan chuckled. "This will be Wagyu the tail," he winked at her.

"You mean like Wagyu beef not like wagging the tail," Jai looked at his fork suspiciously for a moment then, feeling silly for his question, shoved the mouthful of meat into his mouth.

"It's a wonderful cut of meat. They take it from just above the rump where the tail begins so it works for the dish, plus the curling fries could be those sweet little tails that some have," he grinned at Jai, who went visibly pale. Enjoying the moment, Ethan went on to say, "I am planning to market my book to the Chinese market. Dog meat is a delicacy over there. In many countries actually, like South America as well as Asia it is a rare delicacy enjoyed by quite a few. Like the Wagyu, it is rich and fatty and has an amazing flavour that would make you think Wagyu was tasteless." 

"I don't think I could ever eat dog meat," Kira blurted. "Just the image of it would haunt me. Let alone the social stigma attached to eating a pet," she admitted. 

"I travelled a lot in my younger days, I have eaten all manner of things that polite western society would probably consider abhorrent. Including dog and cat, as well as other things," Ethan went on with the conversation, watching Jai closely for his reaction.

Jai picked up a fry on his fork and bit into it, laughing at himself, he relaxed. "Puppy dog tails indeed," he silently rebuked himself for buying into the idea that this man had stolen his dog and butchered him for his feast.

"Well, I certainly hope the local Chinese restaurant didn't steal Jai's dog to make a meal of him," Annie laughed jokingly. She was enjoying the conversation and new found friendship with her neighbours. 

The conversation turned to travel, and Ethan waited and watched as Jai put the last mouthful of steak into his mouth and began to chew. 

"You know this Wagyu is so good," he held up a piece on his fork. "That if I closed my eyes and chewed it, it could be a dog steak, like one I had in China. Maybe I should name the dish Ransome in honour of your missing dog, hey, Jai?"

Jai's hand began to visibly shake as all his fears about the meal, and the conversation rose to the surface. He stared hard at the self-satisfied grin on Ethan's face but before he could accuse the other man of any wrong doing Kira spoke out.

"Oh darling, what a horrible thing to say!" There was a real shocked tone in her voice. "He didn't mean it Jai," Kira reached out a hand across the table to the younger man. Ethan raised an eyebrow, retaining Jai's attention as if daring him to accuse him of the worst possible scenario here.

"I have to admit the thought has crossed my mind more than once. That dog was a menace always barking and running into our yard with some poor dead bird in its mouth," Ethan prodded further, knowing he was tipping Jai over the edge.

"You fucking bastard," Jai dropped his cutlery to his plate noisily and stood up belligerently. 

"Hold up, Mate. I never said I did it," Ethan stood coiled and ready for a fight as he faced Jai across the table.

"I think we should go now," Annie looked apologetically at Kira and took Jai by the arm, pulling him in the direction of the door.

"I am so sorry," Kira apologised again, "I don't know what's gotten into Ethan. He's not like this normally."

"We'll talk soon," Annie said as Jai slammed out of the door and marched across the lawn. Then she turned to hurry after him.

"Dessert?" Ethan asked Kira pleasantly, as he began clearing the table. 

"How could you do that Ethan? I can't believe you would be so insensitive," Kira raged at him.

"I think you should go and have a cold shower and cool down before you say something you're going to regret," Ethan's low, serious tone told her he was not happy with her rebuke. She wasn't backing down though. She crossed her arms unmoving and waited for him to answer her properly.

"I didn't kill and cook the dog. I just want that sick prick to know what I am capable of if he keeps letting it into the bush and," he emphasised the word, "If he keeps up his peeping tom habits with my wife," Ethan said sighing heavily. "He sits out there every night hoping to catch a show. I've also seen him more than once watching you from the window up there that faces our bathroom," Ethan pointed. "It was time to take a stand."

"What did you do?" Kira was angry now. She understood his motives but not his method. Ethan took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Trust me my darling, nothing worse than what you witnessed today. Things can only get better from here."

*****

An hour later, Ethan hung up his phone and opened the door to face two young policemen. Jai hovered in the background listening to the officers relay the charges he had made against him. Kira came to stand with Ethan, shock at the arrival of the police clearly written on her face.

"Sir, do you mind if we come in and look around and I am sure we can put these allegations to rest quite quickly," one of the officers said in a kindly tone.

"You're welcome to come in and look around gentlemen. I assure you I have done nothing wrong. I think that man is unbalanced though, so I would rather he stayed outside," Ethan tilted his head at Jai and raised an eyebrow. "You called the police? If this is some psychotic joke, I am not laughing Jai!"

"I'll do a whole lot more than call the police, you fucking sick bastard," Jai shouted angrily.

They stood in the kitchen when the second officer, who had stayed with Jai, came in and signalled to his partner. After a brief consultation he returned to where Ethan and Kira stood with the remnants of lunch scattered around them. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your afternoon," the officer apologised. "The dog has been found by bushwalkers tied up with food and water to last a while. The owner will need to identify him of course, but I doubt there is another matching that description."

"He's a fucking psycho," Ethan shouted. "He did this as a sick joke? I've got some allegations to make against him!" Ethan stormed towards the front door. "Arrest him and take him to the station for wasting your time." Jai looked abashed as he stood near the police car to go down and identify the dog. Having been drinking during the lunch, he couldn't have driven himself. 

With the police hot on his heels, Ethan approached Jai. In a low voice, barely above a whispered growl, he said, "I did touch that fleabag mutt but if I were you I would be think about what happened here today carefully. Take this as a warning that jokes, even on April fool's Day, can get rapidly out of hand when it comes to bird eating mongrels and their perverted, peeping tom owners. I know what you do when you think no one can see you. I see you in the shadows of your deck and if you and that mongrel don't stop..." he paused for the briefest second his eyes boring into the other man, "If you touch my wife in anyway... all bets are off."

He stormed back into the house satisfied that his message had gotten through loud and clear. He hadn't admitted to anything, and no one could blame him for his threats. In fact, he hadn't done anything at all himself, except goad the man.

Once the shock and chaos of the incident had died down, Kira and Ethan sat on their back deck sipping at the left over margarita mix when his phone rang.

"It's your friendly neighbourhood bushwalker and dog rescuer," came the voice of Ethan's brother, Doug. He stood then looking at Kira and pointing at the phone while disappearing through the back door into the house.

"How did it go down at the station," Ethan chuckled quietly.

"That dude was so confused when they began questioning him," Doug's voice sounded cheerful. "They let him go with a warning about false allegations, so no harm done. Greatest April Fool's Day prank ever, brother!"




Dog Day Afternoon



"Yeah, til next year," Ethan let out a full-bodied laugh and looked out of the glass door at his beautiful wife with a wink.



Dog Day Evening



My wife is a bitch! 

I use the word bitch to describe my wife's overall personality and not as an adjective to suggest the occasional mood that she exhibits around the house. Oh, she knows that she is a bitch and is most proud of that title.

My wife pretty much rules the household and finds it quite delightful to make me squirm should I show the slightest bit of discomfort in her presence. If I look guilty, then I must have done something wrong or I am up to something, she is fond of saying. I mostly stay out of her way...especially when she has that certain look in her eye. You know the one, when they raise their eyebrow as if to see if they can draw some undisclosed secret that we may keep locked away in the recesses of our brain. It's not unlike a cat playing with a mouse before they consume their tortured prey.

About the only time that I feel as an equal is in the bedroom. When I'm allowed to engage in sex.

My wife is a very attractive woman with brownish gold hair and piercing green eyes that can hold a man in a trance. Her body is just as beautiful. She is a slender woman of 5" 5' and has perfectly round, natural breasts that often seem bent on escaping her 36 C cup. Her bubble gum colored nipples are the perfect size of a half dollar with just the right amount of knob protruding from the center. She is most proud of her legs, but I am most fond of what they are attached to; a nice round full hipped ass.

Not surprisingly, my wife will sometimes use her body to taunt or torture me for God knows what reason. She loves it when I am extremely excited and full of lust. She loves to see me swollen beyond belief and panting at the very sight of her as she removes any garment or a towel that has momentarily draped her as she exits the shower. It is at this time, in my dire need to release the pressure that has built up in my swollen member, that she announces that she has to relax, dry her hair or give what ever excuse that comes to mind before she will allow the love making to begin. It's like going 90 miles an hour and then hitting a brick wall.

We may be equals in bed but I have never gotten the best of her. Except for that one night. I'll treasure the memory forever.

It was a plan that had made it's way into my mind one evening on the way home. I don't remember why I chose to fulfill this fantasy that was certain to bring about her wrath. I guess something snapped in me.

My wife showers every evening. She exits the shower, puts on a little presumably innocent show of flesh and comes to bed semi-wet and fully naked. She then turns on the television and proceeds to watch her favorite show. If I plead enough, I may be rewarded with instant gratification. If not, I have to massage my swollen cock in an attempt to please the cruel master of my being.

Well, this night was different. This night, I made all the decisions. It started off like any other night.

The water slowly ceased and I listened attentively at the sound of the shower curtain as it made it's way across the rail. One foot, then another thumped to the floor as my wife toweled off before she stepped upon the bathroom rug. She didn't mind so much dampening the sheets as she did placing a wet foot on her bathroom rug. 

God knows what women do with themselves after they step out of the shower, but it seems to take forever for them to exit the bathroom. This sense of entering a time warp is heightened when one is waiting patiently for another to come into the bedroom for their own selfish reasons. And speaking of selfish... tonight, I am thinking only of myself.

As usual, my wife exits the bathroom through a steamy cloud of mist that you would often see in a late night horror movie. This is humorous, if you knew my wife. The towel is draped across her just enough to prevent one from seeing her exquisite body from the front and at the same time giving her enough cloth from the lack of coverage in the rear to gently absorb the droplets of moisture on her shins and feet. I believe that this is done on purpose so that I may see her full round breasts peak out of the top of the towel. 

Did I mention that she was evil?

You see, I know that she knows that I know that on the other side of that towel is a deliciously naked perfect specimen of womanhood. To put it bluntly, I drool at the mere thought of her. On any occasion I am more than ready to consume every inch of her flesh. She exudes a sexuality that could drive any man to sell their souls.

And so it begins. 

I can already tell that my wife is in one of those controlling moods where she feels she must place me on that track and hurl me 90 miles an hours at that wall. Really, if you met her, you don't know whether you want to fuck her or punch her in the face. Me, I sometimes want to do both!

She cascades across the room, drops the towel and quickly nestles herself beneath the sheets. She sits up in bed rather proper like, reaches for the remote and with a quick flick, finds her favorite program and hunkers down for the evening. She enjoys sex as much as I do, but she enjoys the cat and mouse more.

This is one puss that doesn't get the mouse.

The one thing that I can count on when she is in this mood is the inevitable position of comfort that she will put herself in. First, she lies beneath the sheets, remote in hand, and attempts to seem interested in the screen before her. She then moves about in an effort to find a comfortable position, thereby ending with her lying on her stomach, hands beneath her chin and legs crossed in the air as they move about in flight as if looking for the right moment to land. Oh, and no sheet to cover her.

This position is very advantageous for my plan and she has graciously placed herself into such a position this evening.

My wife and I do like to explore each other when it comes to sex and we like to explore new things. Flavored oils are one such curious venture. And it is not uncommon to have such a "condiment' at our bedside. Strawberry is the favored taste.

Now, I may not be able to plunge into my fantasy as soon as I wish, but I am always able to convince my wife to allow me to massage her succulent body. I must confess that I enjoy rubbing oil into her skin as much as she enjoys having the sensual experience of having her body kneaded with a scent as sweet as her own.

As she lays on her stomach and freely opens herself to my desire, I reach across the bed and grab the love oil that I placed on my bed-side table before she finished her shower. I squeeze a generous amount of oil into my palm and vigorously rub my hands together. I gently place my hands on her beautiful ass and rub the oil into the perfect muscles that surround her anus.

"That feels good" she utters as she slowly bows her head into her crossed arms as if in defeat. "Mmmmm... I like that... nice and slow. If you're good, you may just get ... ummmm lucky."

I smile because she has no idea as to what awaits her.

I slowly work my way up her back, around her shoulders, then back down to her sweet ass as I massage the scented oil into her glistening skin. I spill more oil over her ass and between her legs cupping my hand beneath her sweet sex to insure that no oil escapes her body. I rub the excess oil over my swollen cock as I admire the length it has achieved tonight. That has to be more than the eight inches that I am familiar with. 

At this point, I can no longer just touch. I have to have a taste.

I grasp each cheek of her ass in my hands and spread them apart as I run my tongue between her legs, sampling her sweetness, and then up between her nether region. My tongue follows the groove,,,up and down...between her soaking wetness to the most desired orifice. Her body twitches in delight as I satisfy my hunger for her sweetness.

I apply more oil to her lower back and spread the taste tempting treat over her whole body. I slide up over her back as I cup both of her luscious breasts in my hands. She can now feel how hard I have become and I know that she loves the thought of making me wait until I have become so engorged that I ache. 

With shortness of breathe, I whisper in her ear that she will be taking all eight inches of my cock into her sweet ass. "I don't think so...umff.." , she replies. Her muffled protest was cut short as I quickly positioned my pelvis before her face and shoved my cock into her mouth. I grabbed her head in one hand and the other hand was placed in the middle of her back, forcing her back down on her stomach as she attempted to roll over. She pretends to struggle as she swallows half of my pulsating member. Strawberry is her favorite and my cock is dripping with the scented oil.

With a little help from her friend...me...her head bounces up and down as I try to fit more of my cock into her mouth. I know that the teeth are coming next so I withdrawal my member and watch as my cock bounces up and down before her face and the saliva drips slowly down the sides of her mouth.

I quickly roll onto her back again before she finishes her thoughts on decency. I grab both of her arms and cross them behind her back. With one hand holding her arms in place, I reach under a pillow and withdrawal a cloth rope that I had hidden there. She, of course, struggles as I bind her wrists together...but by now, the little demon between my legs is lord and master above all. 

Consequence...what is that?! HA!

" What are you doing...are you crazy," she yells. "Maybe so.." I reply..."but tonight, I call the shots." "First, I have to have another taste of your sweet pussy." I shoved my tongue deep between her legs and into her sweetness as she sort of moans and cries. My cock now aches because it couldn't possibly hold more blood. I briskly run my tongue up and down between her crack. On the way down, I shove my tongue into her tasty ass as I spread her cheeks as wide as they could possibly part. I lap hungerly at her nether walls as if I am enjoying my first taste of food after having starved for a week.

I want her wet and glistening, not so much for her comfort but to insure less resistance and more penetration. So I spill even more of the strawberry lubricant directly over her anus as I spread the opening with my fingers. I spill, I lick...I spill, I lick even more. I now slowly rub the promise land with two fingers, gingerly working those fingers in and out of her hole as the oil continues to flow.

At this time, her efforts of escape are less than believable because deep down inside, she believes that she can stop me. This, of course, works to my advantage. 

With the remaining oil, I generously lubricate my more than swollen cock. My cock is positioned over her ample rear and the drippings are moving slowly from the peaks of her mounds, into the nether valley below. Fuck the sheets...they were her favorite anyway.

'What are you planning to do," she inquires. In response, I place the head of my cock against her well oiled anus and slowly rotate the head of my cock clock-wise around the rim. She is moving around a bit, so I have to place my hand in the middle of her back to minimize some movement while still allowing for entry.

"Oh no...don't do it," she says huskily.

The wires in my brain must have crossed because I swore she said...put it in. In response, I shove the head of my cock into her waiting ass. "Ouuh..damn you...stop it!" she wimperer. She moves her hips to the left and then to right as she squirmed in an effort to remove my cock. With each movement, I move with her as I shoved my cock into her sweet ass 1/2 inch at a time until I am half way in. She stopped squirming when she realized that her attempts were only allowing me to plunge deeper. I felt her ass muscles tightening as if she could stop the penetration. This isn't really what she should do...but then again...I wasn't thinking about her comfort.

She than tried reasoning.

"I'll suck your cock...all of it. You can cum in my mouth...I'll swallow... I swear that I will, every drop. I'll lick all the remaining cream around your cock and swallow that as well. Anything...just don't go any further. Pull your cock out...pleaseeee."

This was tempting, but I didn't believe her. Besides, I've been wanting to really violate that ass for six years.

Inch by inch, I slowly and methodically shoved my cock into her squirming ass as I held her down tightly. She bucked and kicked, protested, and cursed, but was not able to stop my penetration. I used a whole bottle of oil...six ounces I believe. "Please, stop...(pant, pant) no more...awww, I beg you...I can't take anymore. You're too big...ouuuhhh...so hard...no...no" My pelvis finally reached the fleshy circle mounds as I drove my cock full hilt into her ass. 

I have reached a level of penetration that I have never known before. And as I lay there on top of her squirming body, savoring this moment...I swear that my cock grew another inch in length. I was so swollen that I could feel the girth of my cock pushing at the opening walls of her ass each time the main vain pulsed. She attempted to stretch her fingers down in front of her ass to either prevent what was about to happen or to grab my cock and twist it off. I vote for the latter.

I grabbed her wrist and pushed her hands up to the middle of her back and allowed my weight to keep them in place. With a smirk upon my face, I slowly pull my cock an inch out of her sweet ass. "Ouwww...don't do it...you'll pay...oh how you'll pay...oouuuh" she said between clenched teeth. With an equally husky voice, I reply..."It'll be worth it." I then shoved my cock back into her ass even deeper. I reached around with both hands and tightly grabbed each breast. I continued to slam my cock into her juicy ass abruptly as I continued to squeeze her breasts. She bucked and twisted but to no avail. She tried to get up on her knees but only succeeded in arching that wonderfully filled ass into the air. I let go of one hand from her breast and shoved two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. 

As I swirled my fingers in her sweetness, I grinded my cock full length in her ass in a circling motion with my pelvis. "Oh gawd...ouuhh...you've never...been this hard...I can take it if you'd slow it down," she exclaimed! 

This wasn't my plan.

I could feel the cum at the base of my cock...building up and ready to release and I wanted to shoot all of it as far in her ass as it could possibly go. Play time was over...I was ready to rock.

As I continued to stimulate her with my fingers (crediting myself) I increased the momentum of my thrusts and slammed into her at a feverous pace. It sounded not unlike a spanking as two wet bodies slammed together. I could no longer hold back and I exploded into her waiting ass. I seemed to cum forever...and just when I thought that I had release every drop..more cum found it's way to the base of my cock and rocketed forward. As I was unloading my precious cargo, she bucked and screamed and I believe that she said in a muffled voice that she was coming. 

And that was fine.

Having finished, I laid on top of her for a moment while she moaned and slapped the bed with her foot. Fucking that ass felt better than anything I experienced thus far. You know, I wasn't even concerned about what would happen to me now that I was finished. 

I slowly extracted my cock from a very sticky, wet and red ass. She breathed a sigh of relief when the last remaining inch of manhood popped out of her ass. I leaned forward, kissed her cheek and slapped her ass. "Thanks honey, you were great," I said. 

As I pulled on my pajama bottoms and headed out of the bedroom door and down the steps...I swore that I heard screaming. I must have forgotten something.