21 comments/ 50181 views/ 30 favorites The Pet Trainer By: FrancisMacomber Russell One of the lessons about life I've learned is that there are always trade-offs. Take Heather, my wife, for example. The first time I met her I felt like I'd been struck by a lightning bolt. She was so gorgeous that I literally couldn't take my eyes off of her: pretty face, slim, curvy figure, long brunette hair. She was that perfect combination of girl-next-door and men's magazine model, and she just took my breath away. Today, ten years later, I still feel the same way. But despite being so enticing, Heather is very conservative in bed. It's not that she's frigid, but she's definitely not adventurous. Sex means the missionary position in our bedroom with the lights out on our regular designated nights. She seems to love the act and is always responsive, but someone (her mother?) must have told her that good girls don't act slutty, even with their husbands. So other positions are out, and a blow job is just a dream I used to have. "I could never put that in my mouth!" she exclaimed the first time I proposed it, and she's held strictly to that ever since. But despite that disappointment, she loves me as much as I love her, so I'm willing to accept that trade-off. A whole lot of love in life can offset a little bit of bland in the bedroom. Another aspect of Heather's personality is her big heart. Not only is she sweet, loving and caring towards me, she is also compassionate and considerate of others. She's always volunteering for charitable activities, visiting friends who are sick or finding ways to give others a hand. The result is that everyone who knows her is always telling me what a big heart she has, which makes me even prouder of her. Yet that quality comes with its own trade-off. The downside of having a big heart is that sometimes Heather doesn't know when to stop. I got a good example of this yesterday when I got home from the warehouse I manage and walked in the door, only to hear a harsh yapping and the sound of small claws running across the tile floor. Before I could investigate, Heather came in clutching a squirming ball of furry energy in her arms. "Isn't she cute?" she said sweetly. "This is Lady. I rescued her from the pound." Now I don't dislike dogs; in fact, I had one when I was a kid. But owning a pet is a big commitment, one that I wasn't eager to make at that point in my life, particularly because Heather and I had been talking about starting a family. Before I could raise any of those points, the little furry fiend had slipped out of Heather's arms and run across the floor to try to nip at my heel. As I raised my foot to kick it, Heather screamed out, "Don't hurt her!" and grabbed the dog up safely out of my range. I looked at her dolefully. "Did you have to?" I asked. Heather looked at me with her best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I had to rescue her – they were going to put her to sleep if I hadn't." I was tempted to applaud the merits of such an action, but seeing the determination in Heather's eyes, I thought better of it. Against my better judgment, I caved in. "Alright," I said, rolling my eyes, "I guess we can keep her." With that, Heather deposited the dog on the floor and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me gratefully. "Oh, thank you, Honey. You won't regret it, I know." At that point, the little part-terrier ran across the room and bit my ankle. That evening we learned three important facts about Lady. The first was that while she loved Heather, she hated me. Any time I walked into the room, she would growl and bark. The second thing we learned was that any loud noise outside caused her to bark hysterically while running around the room in circles. The third time a car driving down our street set Lady off, Heather looked up at me apologetically. "She just isn't used to living here yet," she said. I rolled my eyes again. The last thing we learned that night was that Lady wasn't housebroken. By the time I'd done the best I could to clean up the carpet, the atmosphere was pretty chilly in the house. The next morning I figured that my best bet was to try to sneak out without awakening the dog. To that end, I got up early, skipping making my usual breakfast to avoid any noise. I thought I'd gotten away with it, only to have Lady come barking and biting after me. As I ran for the door, I almost broke my neck skidding on the yellow pool she'd deposited in the hallway. I cursed the dog all the way to the warehouse. By the time I got home from work that afternoon, I'd almost forgotten the little canine adoptee that had taken up residence in our home, but I was rudely reminded when I walked in the front door. The unmistakable odor of doggy-doo hit my nose, and I looked down to see the pile I'd unwittingly stepped in. Cursing and swearing I pulled off my shoe and went back outside to try to clean the mess off my heel. When I was done I came back inside and repeated the disinfecting procedure on the front hall floor. You can imagine my state of mind by the time I found Heather in the kitchen. "That dog has got to go!" I shouted at her. Heather looked at me with a stricken face. "She's still a puppy, she didn't mean anything," she pled, giving me an expression that would melt the heart of a hangman. "Please let her stay." "Well, maybe," I growled, "but she's got to be trained. We're sending her to obedience school." "Oh, thank you, honey!" Heather squealed and ran to give me a big kiss. When I felt my wife's breasts press against my chest, my mood changed quickly, and I grabbed for her toned ass. "Unh, unh, unh," Heather scolded mildly, skipping out of my reach. "Let's save that for Saturday." My good mood dissipated instantly. "Well, we've got to do something about that dog," I growled. Then I remembered: "Didn't Sam and Evelyn send their dog to some kind of pet trainer?" "You're right," Heather replied. "Evelyn said he was really good." Just then I noticed the sound of a lawnmower, and I looked out the window to see Sam working away on his yard next door. I went outside and flagged him down. "Hey, Sam, didn't you send your dog to obedience school recently? Was it any help?" Sam got a big smile on his face. "Oh yeah, Marco Caldoro was the guy. Calls himself The Pet Trainer. Hang on: I think I've still got his card in my wallet." He fished around in his billfold and pulled out a business card. "Here it is. He was great. He's not cheap, but the results were definitely worth it. You won't be disappointed." I thanked Sam and pulled out my phone as I walked back to my yard. No sense waiting around – who knows what kind of mess that dog was making in our house! A deep male voice answered on the third ring, and I got a mental image of Luciano Pavarotti. "Hi, my name is Russell Masters. You don't know me, but my neighbor, Sam Halliburton, gave me your name. I think you did some training for him about a year ago. Anyway, my wife Heather brought home a dog, and the little bitch is completely out of control. I need help, and Sam said you were the best." "Hold on a second," the voice said, and I heard the sounds of papers being shuffled. "Ah, here it is: Sam and Ethel Halliburton. I really enjoyed working with them," he said. "Great!" I said. "Well, I need the same thing they got. Do you think you can help us?" "I'm certain of it," Caldoro said confidently. "Let me tell you how I work. I usually require five sessions, each two hours in length, and they need to take place on consecutive days. So if you started on Monday, the training would be completed on Friday." "Hmmm," I thought, "how am I gonna do that and still go to work?" Then I remembered that Heather was the one who wanted the damned dog in the first place, so she could be the one to schlep it over to the trainer every day. "Okay, that'll work. So how much does this cost?" I asked. "I charge $1,000 for the full course, payable in advance" he replied promptly. "Whoa!" I exclaimed. "That's pretty stiff." "Yes it is," he replied, "but I'm the best, and I guarantee results. If you're not completely satisfied, then I'll return my fee." Just then I heard maniacal barking coming from inside my house. "With a money-back guarantee, I can't lose, and it would be worth it to get that damned dog to quiet down and quit peeing on everything," I thought. "Okay, when can you start?" "As it happens, I have an opening next week, starting at 1:00 p.m. on Monday." "Perfect," I said. "My wife Heather will be there promptly at 1:00 on Monday, and she'll have a check with her." When we'd concluded the arrangements, I went inside to tell Heather. She wasn't too happy about the time commitment, but I cut off her objections. "Listen, you brought this beast home with you. The least you can do is get her trained properly." Before she could reply, Lady walked over and raised her leg to water the kitchen table leg. Heather heaved a sigh. "Alright, I'll do it." Heather When I saw Lady at the dog pound, there was something about the way she looked and acted that reminded me of myself. I knew right then that I had to take her home; I couldn't let the shelter put her to sleep. I knew that Russell wasn't going to be happy, but I was pretty sure I could win him over. He really is a great husband, and I knew he'd do just about anything for me if I really wanted it. As I expected, Russell was pretty irate when Lady and I came home, but, like the sweetheart he is, he gave in once he realized how much she meant to me. But even I began to have second thoughts after it became clear how out of control Lady was. So the idea of obedience school made a lot of sense. Once we got Lady professionally trained she'd become the wonderful pet I knew she could be. When I drove up to the address shown on the business card, I realized that Mr. Caldoro worked out of his home. I was a little surprised – I think I'd been expecting something like a veterinarian's office. Anyway, when I rang the doorbell, the door swung open to reveal a slim man only a few inches taller than myself. His face was deeply tanned (I guess he must be out of doors a lot, I thought) and there was a little gray at the temples of his dark, wavy hair. But the most remarkable feature about him was revealed when he began to speak. In a deep, mellifluous voice, he said, "You must be Heather Masters, and this must be Lady." As he spoke, he bent over and picked up Lady, cradling her in his arms like a baby. As surprised as I was by his voice, I was even more impressed that Lady didn't resist him in any way. She would have been squirming and barking if Russell had tried to pick her up that way. "Come in," he said, and beckoned me to follow him. We walked through his home and out onto a covered porch that opened onto a fenced-in yard. He put Lady down and she immediately began to explore the surroundings. "Is this where you do your training, Mr. Caldoro?" I asked timidly. "We need her to be house-broken as well." "Please call me Marco," he said pleasantly, "and, if I may, I'd like to call you Heather." "Of course," I said. "Well, Heather, while I'll do much of the training out here, never fear: Lady will be house-broken before the week is over," he said smilingly. He motioned me to a small sofa sitting in the shade on the porch. "Let me tell you a bit about myself and my methods. I am a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine and I did postgraduate work in the area of human-canine relationships. During my studies I realized that I had a special talent for communicating and interacting with dogs, and I left veterinary science to explore and develop that talent. Since then, I've learned that many of our long-held beliefs about dogs are, in fact, wrong." Although I felt a little like I was sitting in a lecture, I found myself listening intently. Perhaps it was the resonance of his voice or the way he kept his eyes trained on me, but whatever the case I found myself fascinated and intent on hearing what he had to say. "Today I will spend most of my time alone with Lady and you'll be free to run errands or do whatever you wish, anything except remain here. Today it's very important that you not distract Lady by your presence. For the rest of the week, however, I will need you here the entire time." My curiosity must have shown on my face because he smiled and began to explain. "Over the next four days I will spend as much time with you as I will with Lady. One of the things I have learned is that masters must be trained as well as their pets. You'll have the opportunity not only to observe my techniques but also to experience them and practice them yourself. But don't be concerned: there's nothing difficult to learn or remember – everything will seem totally natural and unforced. In fact, most of my clients tell me they thoroughly enjoyed the experience." He stood up, and I automatically followed. "I think that's enough for now. Please leave Lady with me; you may return for her at 3:00 p.m." He held his hand out, and when I shook it I noticed that his grasp was warm and firm. I also noticed that Lady didn't bark when I left. I decided to use the time to do a little shopping, and as I strolled through the mall I tried to decide what to make of Marco Caldoro. He wasn't at all what I'd expected, yet he seemed so calm and self-assured that I felt no misgivings. And that voice of his! I could easily understand how he could command his "students" and be obeyed, yet there was nothing threatening about him. All I could say was that he seemed ideally suited to his calling. I felt like Marco really wanted me to return promptly at 3:00, so I made every effort to arrive precisely on time, even waiting a minute on his front porch before ringing the doorbell. He greeted me with a warm smile. "Very good, Heather, I'm so glad you're right on time." As we walked through his house, I felt gratified that I had pleased him. When we got out on the porch, I spotted Lady playing in the backyard. When Marco called her name quietly, she came running, and when he bent down, to my astonishment she jumped up into his arms. "Hold her like you would an infant," he said, and then handed her to me. She allowed me to take her, and Marco reached over to pat her side gently. "That's a good girl," he crooned. Then he looked up at me. "We're off to a very good start, Heather. Please be sure to be here at 1:00 sharp tomorrow, and be prepared to spend the entire session here." When I promised, he led us back through the house and waved as I put Heather in the car and headed home. Russell I'd been skeptical when I came home that night, but I had to admit that Lady seemed like a different dog. She was still energetic but she no longer barked at every sound, and she didn't growled at either of us like she normally would. And to our amazement, at one point she ran to the back door and began scratching to go out. When Heather put the leash on and went out with her, the little dog hurried over to several trees and bushes and proceeded to do her business. When Heather led her back inside, I had a big grin on his face. "That guy is worth every penny," I said admiringly. "And that's just after the first day," Heather said smugly. "Just wait till Friday!" Heather When I got to Marco's house on Tuesday, I tried to tell him how impressed I'd been with what he'd done with Lady, but he waved me off. "We have a long way to go," he said, "so let's get started." When we got out to the porch, Marco turned to face me. "Yesterday was devoted to Lady. Today I'll spend time with both of you. As a first step, I'm going to help you to think and feel the way Lady does." "When people try to communicate with their dog from a standing position, they're quite literally talking over their pet's head. That makes it much more difficult for the dog to understand and respond, at least in the early stages of training. He gestured toward one side of the porch, and I noticed a large well-stuffed mat lying on the floor. "It's much more effective for us to come down to the dog's level." With that, he led me over and knelt down on the pad, beckoning me to do the same. Once we were both sitting comfortably, he called Lady's name in a quiet voice and she came trotting over and sat in front of him. "Another mistake people make is to shout at their dogs. The truth is that canine hearing is much more acute than ours is, and shouting can be painful. A low voice, even a whisper, can be far more effective." As he spoke, I suddenly realized how quiet he had become. I leaned over to hear him better, and soon he was almost whispering in my ear. At first it felt awkward, but soon I found it felt very peaceful to hear his voice mingling with the calls of birds and the buzz of insects out in the yard. "The next thing you must learn is the right way to touch your dog. Dogs are highly tactile animals, but most people don't know the right way and the right places to touch them." With that he began to stroke Lady's back, and she lay down, obviously enjoying what he was doing. "In a moment," he whispered in my ear, "I'll have you begin to rub her. But it's very important that you use the right pressure. Do it like this," he said, and began to stroke my back gently but firmly. At first I was startled, but as he continued I relaxed and even began to enjoy his smooth gentle touch. "Now you try it with Lady," he said quietly, and I reached down to her, trying to use the same rhythmic, gentle strokes that I felt on my own back. Lady looked up momentarily, but then let her head fall back down, and I thrilled to realize that I must be doing it right. Marco's hand never ceased to stroke my own back, and I let the motion of his hand guide my own with Lady. After a few minutes, he leaned over to me once again. "Rubbing Lady's back is a great way to calm and relax her. But when you're ready to instruct her, you'll want to shift to her head." With that I felt his hand run up my neck and begin to rub my head with his fingers. A shudder ran through my body, and then I felt a wave of peace and relaxation flow over me. My eyes slid shut, yet I felt totally attuned to the world around me, especially to Marco's voice whispering in my ear. "Now gently run your hand up Lady's back and begin to rub her head just the way I'm rubbing yours," he instructed, and, almost of their own volition, my fingers began to massage Lady's small furry head. Marco continued to work on me, and I felt as if there was a direct connection between Lady and myself. It was a wonderful, almost ecstatic feeling. By now I had lost all sense of time, but in a while I heard him whisper again. "I can tell that you are a particularly receptive subject, Heather. Let's see what happens if I change the location and nature of my touch just slightly." With that I felt his thumb and little finger reach behind my ears and began to rub just behind that little ridge in a circular motion. It felt different but equally good, and I relaxed once again. Soon, however, the strangest thing began to happen. I felt warmth began to build within me, not like a fever but the heat of anticipation: something good was about to happen. The warmth began to center between my hips, moving down until I felt a little twitch between my thighs in my special place. I wanted to rub it, but I felt far too relaxed to move. Then a similar heat began to build in my breasts, and I could feel my nipples swelling and erecting. I tried to think what could be happening to me, yet I felt so comfortable that I just wanted to sit there and enjoy the feeling. Suddenly, Marco shifted the motion back to my scalp, and the warmth began to spread throughout my whole body while at the same time subsiding into a pleasant feeling of general well-being. When he returned to rubbing my back, he whispered, "That was very good, Heather. You're every bit as responsive as I'd hoped. Now, why don't you take a little nap, and I'll work on Lady for a while." The Pet Trainer His hand continued to rub my back for a while longer, and then I drifted off to sleep. I was curled up on the mat when he gently shook my shoulder to awaken me. "The lesson is over, Heather. It's time for you and Lady to go home now." I sat up, suddenly awake and alert. "Oh, Marco, I'm so embarrassed about falling asleep like that." "You were fine," he said reassuringly. "Your little nap gave me the opportunity to spend time with Lady, so it worked out perfectly." He smiled and patted my shoulder, and I felt better. Usually when I take a nap I'm groggy for quite a while, but this time I felt completely refreshed. The only difference was that I still felt that pleasant warmth deep within my body. Russell That evening I found that Lady had made even more progress. Not only was she calm but she was also obedient to Heather's commands. Heather showed me how to rub the little canine's back and whisper to her, and the dog even obeyed me! It was clear that Lady's progress had made Heather very happy. She was practically skipping around the house and singing to herself while she made dinner. Several times she hugged me when she happened to walk near me, and I couldn't help but smile. It felt like when we were first married. When it was time for bed, Heather slipped on her nightgown while I pulled on my pajama bottoms. As usual, we kissed goodnight and I turned out the bedside lamp and lay back to go to sleep. But tonight Heather seemed to have a hard time getting settled. She tossed and turned for a while, then finally rolled over toward me and ran her arm across my chest. "Are you awake, Honey?" she whispered. "I am now," I said, but I squeezed her hand so she'd know I wasn't upset with her. She ran her hand up and down my chest. "I'm having a hard time getting to sleep tonight," she said quietly. Then she scooted even closer to me and whispered, "I wish it were Saturday night." I was so surprised that I wasn't sure how to respond, but before I could say anything she kissed me and said, "Maybe I can do something to help you get to sleep." With that her hand began to caress my chest and stomach while she cuddled up to my side. When I tried to reach for her, she gently pushed my arm away and continued her caresses. Soon her hand began to dip below the waistband of my pajamas, resulting in a very obvious and growing response. But instead of flinching away, her fingers began to stroke my cock in a very purposeful way. I was blown away – she had never done anything like this before. The sensations felt so good that I could do nothing but lie back and enjoy her ministrations. She pushed my pajama bottoms down and began to stroke me with greater speed and pressure. Involuntarily my hips began to rise off the bed as I responded to her motion. "Babe," I said urgently, "if you keep that up I'm going . . ." "Shhhh," she said. "It's alright. I want to do this for you." With that she resumed her strokes, alternating between gentle teasing and firm pressure until I could stand it no longer and exploded all over her hand and my own chest. When my ejaculations had ceased, I slumped back on the bed, totally drained. As I lay there, she hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she had a washcloth dampened with warm water that she used to clean me off. Then she lay back down on her side of the bed. "There," she said, "now maybe we both can get to sleep." With that she rolled onto her side and within a brief time had dropped off to sleep. I lay there for quite a while trying to process what had just happened. I looked over at her sleeping form. "Who are you," I thought to myself, "and what have you done with my wife?" I lay back again. "And how can I get you to stay?" Puzzled but happy and satiated, I too drifted off to sleep. Heather I woke up the next morning feeling great – that was one of the best night's sleep I'd ever had. Russell was so affectionate when he came down for breakfast that it just warmed my heart. And Lady was tagging along behind me wherever I went, just like the furry friend that I'd hoped she'd become. Life was good. As I headed over to Marco's house that afternoon, I found myself filled with anticipation. Nothing but good things had been happening ever since we'd started the training. When we got out to the porch, Marco had me kneel on the pad again. "We need to practice your touch some more," he explained, "and then we'll move into some new areas." I called Lady over in the quiet voice Marco had taught me to use, and as I began to stroke her gently, Marco did the same thing to me. As he did so, he began to describe the basis for his method of training. "Dogs and humans are different, but they share more in common than many people are aware. For example, everyone knows that female canines have what's called the estrous cycle, when they go into heat twice a year. Biologists have long thought that evolution had eliminated the estrous cycle in humans, but recent research has found that women still have it." All the while Marco was speaking, he continued to stroke my back. I was impressed by how learned he was, but I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. "The estrous cycle is controlled in large part by the hypothalamus gland in the brain. In the course of my research I discovered that it is possible to stimulate the hypothalamic system in nubile females, causing a rapid onset of estrus," he droned on. Now he had shifted to stroking my head, and then he began that odd massaging action behind both of my ears simultaneously. As he did so, I began to feel that warmth building up inside me. But this time, he didn't stop his action; instead, he continued and even intensified the pressure. As he did so, I felt as though some strange chemical was pumping through my veins. It was very odd: I didn't know what was happening to me, yet I wasn't uncomfortable or afraid. Somehow I knew that whatever was happening was entirely natural, releasing something in me that had been waiting to emerge. The warmth built up in my breasts again, and I felt my nipples swell and increase in sensitivity, so much so that my bra became almost uncomfortable. Without thinking, I ran my hand across my right breast and almost gasped out loud as a jolt of electricity shot straight from my nipples to my little pussy. I was surprised to discover that my panties were very moist, and I rubbed my thighs together involuntarily. Lady must have realized what was happening because she wandered over to the other side of the porch and settled down to watch me. Next I began breathing more rapidly as heat and pressure built up within me. Without thinking about what I was doing, I stripped off my blouse, hoping to cool down, but it made no difference. I clawed at my skirt, nearly tearing the zipper in my haste. There was no doubt now: I was deeply aroused, more so than I'd ever been in my life. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra so that I could rub my nipples. But instead of helping, that only seemed to fan the fire between my legs. I stripped off my panties and thrust my fingers between my legs. A part of my mind was amazed to feel how swollen the lips of my pussy had become and the amount of lubrication that was practically running down my thighs. But those thoughts vanished as I tried in vain to alleviate the hunger that filled me. Then I found myself with my head on the mat, arching my back to raise my hips as high as possible while I knelt on the porch. I turned my head to look behind me, and was simultaneously startled and relieved to see that Marco had stripped off his own clothes. My eyes were drawn to his erect penis, and I knew at that instant that it was what my body needed. "Oh, please, give it to me," I begged. "I need it so bad. Do it now, please!" "What do you need?" he asked in that deep, strong voice of his. "I need you to fuck me!" I howled. "Please, take me now." He moved forward and I wiggled my hips, desperate to entice him. When I felt his penis touch my lips down there, I gasped, and when it slid into me, I cried out in ecstasy. He thrust into me only a few times and suddenly I was having the biggest orgasm of my life. I screamed again and collapsed on my hands and knees. But Marco didn't stop his motion, and then, to my astonishment, the heat was back, just like before. "Oh, God!" I cried out, "yes, please, don't stop, don't stop!" His thrusts continued, and I felt my vagina contracting around him in another orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, oh!" I grunted, unable to stop myself. Yet he still kept thrusting, and then the spiral started upward again. Some small part of my mind protested, "I can't believe this. I've never had more than one orgasm. How can this be happening?" But the sensations in my body overwhelmed my thought process, and all I could do was howl as I built toward another orgasm. This time, Marco's thrusts had greater urgency and strength, and then I felt him spurting inside me like liquid fire and I came for a third time. The two of us collapsed on the mat. After a minute or two, Marco began stroking my back again, and I drifted off into a deep sleep. I awoke to hear Marco calling my name, and I was startled to realize that I was fully dressed. How he'd managed to do that, especially without awakening me, I couldn't imagine, but I was grateful for his thoughtfulness. As I drove home, I tried to sort out my feelings and emotions. On the one hand, I felt very alive, acutely aware of my body and everything going on around me. Yet I also felt dazed, as though all my senses had been overloaded and I was just starting to recover from the experience. "And what an experience it was!" I thought with a little smile. Sex had always been one of those things that nice girls didn't talk about. Everybody knew it happened and that it was supposed to be great, but I never wanted to appear "loose" or "slutty," so I kept that part of me under tight wraps. What happened to me today was raw animal lust. I'd never felt that way, never even known that I could feel that way. But I had to admit it was pretty wonderful. At first I felt a little guilty that it had happened with Marco rather than with Russell, but then I realized that if it hadn't happened that way I would never be able to share it with Russell. Besides, I could still feel that knot of warmth deep inside me, and I knew it hadn't been extinguished yet. Russell When I got home from the warehouse, there was something different about Heather. She was just as affectionate as yesterday, perhaps even more so. But she was also distracted, as though her mind was elsewhere. I asked her about the session with Marco and she told me it went great. Lady was still displaying her newly learned manners, but even she gave off an air of expectation which made me curious and slightly uncomfortable. Dinner was great – Heather had made my favorite dish. But she merely picked at her own food, and jumped up to begin cleaning the dishes the minute I was done. I tried to help her but she shooed me off to go watch television. Wednesday is the night one of our favorite programs airs, so Heather came out to watch with me when she'd finished in the kitchen. Instead of relaxing, however, she seemed ill at ease, unable to sit still. She kept shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Then she picked up a magazine and used it to fan herself, even though the room temperature seemed perfectly normal to me. I asked her if she was feeling alright, but she told me she was fine so I let it drop. But I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye, and it was clear that something out of the ordinary was happening. For one thing, she kept looking at me, and I began to wonder if I had spilled something on myself. She also seemed to be breathing heavily, and one time when I glanced over at her, I could have sworn I saw her give her breast a quick tweak. When the show was over, she left the room to use the toilet, and I sat there groping for an explanation. "Is it time for her period again?" I asked myself, but I was pretty sure she'd had her last one only a week or two ago. Because I was so conscious of her behavior, I noticed that Heather didn't come back out after I heard the toilet flush. In fact she was gone so long that I wondered if I should go back and check on her. But before I could overcome my hesitation, I heard her call, "Russell, could you come back here for a minute?" I turned off the tv and walked down the hall. When I got back to our bedroom, the only light was coming from the bathroom, but it was enough for me to get a big shock. Heather was lying on the bed wearing her baby doll pajamas, the ones made of sheer red nylon that I liked so much. She'd redone her make-up more heavily than normal, and it gave her sophisticated sexy look. It even looked like she'd applied lipstick to her nipples. I reached for the light switch to get a better look, but she stopped me. "No, please leave it off." Then she beckoned me over. "I know it's not our normal night, but I really need you," she said in a husky voice. Then she was pulling at my belt and fumbling with my buttons and zippers. I quit wondering about this drastic change in her behavior and began kicking off my shoes and stripping off my shirt. The minute she saw me cooperating she reached down and slid off the brief bottoms of her baby dolls. When she realized that I had managed to strip off the last of my clothing, she didn't even bother to remove her top; instead, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down beside her. Normally, Heather likes a lot of kissing and foreplay to get her in the mood. But when I began to fondle her, she pushed my hands away. "No," she said, "I'm ready now." If that wasn't startling enough, the next thing she did blew me away. She rolled over on her stomach and got up on her hands and knees in the doggy position, something we'd never done before. "Like this, Russell, please. Now! I need you," she panted. At that point I put away my questions and knee-walked into position between her legs. When I reached down to position my cock at her pussy, I found a virtual swamp awaiting me, so I slid all the way in at a single stroke. She howled so loudly that I thought I must have hurt her, but then she was humping herself back against me, crying frantically, "Yes, yes, yes!" I was caught up in my own lust, but I still noticed that she felt hotter inside than I'd ever found her before. Normally I have to pace myself with Heather to draw things out because she needs a lot of time to fully enjoy sex. But this clearly was not a normal night. "Faster, harder, faster," she demanded, wiggling her hips and pressing herself back against me almost desperately. When I heard that, I let myself go and began pounding into her at full speed. She began to grunt loudly at every stroke, and then her voice rose to a higher pitch and she cried out, "Oh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to . . . I'm cumming!" At that I thrust even harder and she made a sound halfway between a scream and a wolf baying at the moon. Her pussy contracted around my cock in spasms that set me off too, and with a loud groan I ejaculated into her throbbing womb. She collapsed onto the bed and I came down on top of her. After a minute I rolled the two of us over so we were on our sides, with her cuddled up against me. She turned her head toward me and whispered, "Oh, Russell, I love you so much." Then she dropped her head onto the pillow, and in minutes she was asleep. Sleep was not as fast in coming to me because now that my lust had been fulfilled my mind sprang back into action. Without a doubt, I acknowledged, that was the hottest session that Heather and I had ever enjoyed, and I was delighted that her attitude toward sex seemed to be relaxing. On the other hand, I was deeply disturbed by the implications of what had just happened. I don't claim to be a man of the world, but I've been around enough to know that people don't change overnight for no reason. Something had aroused Heather to a level I had never seen before, and I was pretty sure it wasn't anything I'd done. While I loved the result, I was extremely apprehensive about what the cause could have been. Not only did she dispense with foreplay but she wanted me to take her doggy style instead of our normal missionary position. What – or who – had put that into her head? For that matter, I thought, what was with the hand job she gave me last night? That was also out of the ordinary, and having sex two nights in a row was unprecedented. Something had clearly changed in my wife very recently, and I intended to find out what. It didn't take a genius to identify the biggest recent change in our routine: it was the pet training she was going to every day. I didn't want to believe that Heather was being unfaithful, and the loving way she'd been acting around me lately seemed to belie that suspicion. Nevertheless, I wasn't about to hide my head in the sand and pretend nothing was going on when it so obviously was. I decided that I would pay a little visit to Marco Caldoro tomorrow and find out for myself. That decision allowed me to finally drift off to a troubled sleep. The next morning, Heather was as loving and affectionate as ever, and I did my best to conceal my suspicions. It wasn't that difficult to do so because I truly loved her; it's just that the idea that she might be having an affair was unbearable. "Please let my fears be groundless," I prayed. It was hard keeping my mind on my work, but when you're the foreman of a big warehouse there's a lot of responsibility riding on your shoulders, so I did my best to keep my head in the game. But I did arrange to take the afternoon off, and I left work shortly after Heather's next session with Marco was due to start, bound and determined to find out what was going on over there. It wasn't hard to find Marco's home, but after I parked on the street I was stumped about what to do next. The front door was closed and, I presumed, locked. I couldn't just knock and ask to come in – what good would that do? Likewise, the drapes at the front of the house were drawn so I couldn't get a peek at what might be happening inside. I tried walking around the side of the house, only to find my way blocked by a wooden fence. At first I thought that was suspicious, but then I remembered that he earned his living training pets so it was natural that he wouldn't want them to run off. Good for him but bad for me, I thought. Frustrated, I noticed that Marco's neighbor on one side had planted hedge bushes alongside Marco's fence. Maybe I could creep between the hedge and the fence and get a look at the back. I silenced my cellphone so it couldn't give me away and then began to look for an opening. When I tried that, I found that there were spaces between the wooden planks that allowed me to look through into Marco's back yard. When I moved down far enough to get a view of his back porch, I almost fell over. Heather was kneeling beside Marco on some sort of padded mat, and he was stroking her head in an odd way. She sat there as though transfixed. I didn't like the way that looked, but decided to wait and see what happened next. I wish I hadn't. Suddenly, Heather began to stir, twisting and shuddering. Then, as I watched in astonishment, she began frantically stripping off her clothes. When she had finished she put her head down on the mat and lifted her ass high in the air. Her pussy lips were clearly exposed, and I was shocked when I noticed that they were swollen and almost purple in color. She looked like a dog in heat, and she didn't have to wait long before Marco filled her with his erect cock. He didn't look any bigger than me, but it sure didn't matter to Heather. The instant he filled her she began to make sounds like an overacting porn star. The Pet Trainer It all happened so fast that I was stunned, and as I watched and listened my heart broke. Not only was my wife cheating on me but it was obvious that Marco was able to make love to her far better than I had ever been able to do. I didn't see him use any fancy techniques other than rubbing her head, but she was arching her back and humping him as though she were hooked up to an electrical generator. No wonder I'd lost her: how could I hope to compete with that? Wildly I looked around for some way to get in there and stop them, when suddenly my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. Instinctively I pulled it out to see who was calling and was startled to see my boss's name. "What the hell does he want?" I thought. "He knows I'm taking the afternoon off." Knowing that made me nervous, and I backed out of the hedge and went around the house before answering. "Russell," came his urgent voice, "you've got to get back to the warehouse now!" "But Boss, you told me I could have the afternoon off unless an emergency came up," I complained. "Well an emergency just came up," he yelled. "There's a fire at the warehouse!" "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." As I rushed back to the warehouse, I felt as though my entire world was falling apart. "My wife has taken the dog trainer for her lover and my workplace is going up in flames! What's next: a plague of locusts?" Fortunately, when I got to the warehouse, things were not as bad as I'd feared. The fire was contained in one section of the building. Apparently some idiot had tossed a cigarette into a box filled with plastic peanuts. The resulting blaze had ignited some merchandise stored nearby but had not spread out of that one area. The fire was enough to scorch the metal walls of the building and fill the air with choking fumes, so once it was extinguished we had to wait until we could get some exhaust fans to air the place out. Then came the clean-up operations. Once that was done we had to do an inventory of the merchandise that had been ruined and notify our customers about the loss. Then we had to inventory the rest of the warehouse to ensure that nothing else was missing. After that the boss and I, along with most of the office staff, had to start dealing with the reporting requirements: everyone from our insurance company to the city, the fire department, OSHA, and half-a-dozen others. The boss brought in some fast food to eat for dinner, and even though I didn't want to do it, I sent a text to Heather explaining what had happened. "Don't wait up," I typed, and then hit Send. After what I'd seen at Marco's, I felt like I didn't owe her any sort of courtesy, but a part of me was relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with her tonight while I was so worn out. It was after midnight before I got home, and when I tiptoed back to the bedroom, Heather was already asleep. She looked so beautiful and innocent lying there, and I just couldn't reconcile that image with the bitch in heat I'd watched that afternoon. As I pulled off my boots and lay back in bed, my eyes filled with tears. I loved Heather so much – it killed me that our marriage was going to end this way. Despite my anguish, exhaustion won out and I fell asleep in minutes. Heather must have let me sleep late the next morning because she was already gone when I woke up. But when I went out to grab myself a cup of coffee, I found a note beside my place.