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How I became a zoo.

I live in a nice suburban neighborhood, all the houses on my side of the street
back up to a wooded area where the ground falls off into a deep ravine with a
creek at the bottom. I frequently walk my dogs along the top of the ravine to a
place where we can slide down the hillside and allow the Lab to swim, the
Terrier isn't interested. Several weeks back as we were following the neighbors
fence line, I happened to look towards the house inhabited by the straightest
family in the neighborhood. The man of the house looks down at the rest of us,
as if he is superior and the wife seems to be a cold prude. When I glanced up I
thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The wife was standing in front of
the sliding glass doors dressed in Victorias Secret type lingerie. Her back was
towards me and I hurriedly stepped behind a large tree. With my heart pounding
in my chest, I watched as she removed her bra and crouched down. She held out
her hand and a second or so later her large Golden Retriever came into view and
licked her hand. I knew I was about to see something almost beyond my
imagination and wished I had brought my binoculars. I was too far away to see
everything but still close enough to understand exactly what was going on. The
woman reached under the dogs belly and began to stroke his cock at the same
time petting and kissing his head. I grabbed a low branch and hoisted myself up
into the tree to improve my view. I looked back just in time to see the woman
apparently smear something on her pussy, lean back and pull the dogs head into
her crotch. The goldie didn't seem to mind and began to lick. An involuntary
groan escaped my mouth when the lady swiveled so that her head was underneath
the dog. Unfortunately I couldn't really see his cock slide in her mouth but
could see the motion of her head. I began to stroke my own hard cock through my
pants and even though I was afraid of getting caught I could not tear myself
away. I watched as the dog began to hump her face, after several minutes she
pulled her head from under him, stood and left my field of vision. Thinking the
show was over I started to climb down and sneak away, I took my eyes off of
them for a moment. As I reached the ground I looked back up, she had returned
with her arms full of pillows. Regaining my perch in the tree I watched as she
piled the pillows on the floor and laid across them. Ass high in the air, the
dog moved behind her. It seemed as if they must have done this before, with
practiced ease she reached back and pulled him into her. The goldie began to
thrust powerfully and rapidly. All too soon the dogs motions slowed, quickly he
somehow turned so that he was facing away from her. I could see they were still
linked and realized his knot was stuck. Still rubbing my hard cock, I saw her
reach down and apparently pull a mixture of their juices to her mouth, I came
in my pants.

For several nights after seeing my prudish neighbor lady get fucked by her
Golden Retriever, I couldn't get through the night without dreaming about what
I had seen. I woke up, my cock achingly hard and had to jerk off to get back to
sleep. Not understanding why the scene and the dreams had such a powerful
impact, I decided I had to try and see more. I began waiting behind her house
this time with binoculars in hand hoping against hope I would get my
opportunity. Finally on a rainy Saturday morning, I watched as the woman opened
the sliding door curtains wrapped in her robe. The goldie was no where in sight
and I became frightened when she opened the door, I would have certainly been
discovered if she had let him out. She didn't let him out instead she picked up
a bag of garbage and came out on her deck to throw it in the cans stored there.
When she jerked upward on the can lid her robe fell open and I could see she
was dressed in her garter belt and stockings again. I don't think she could
have heard me groan but something made her look directly at the spot where I
had hidden. Did she see me? I couldn't be sure, and quickly considered my
options, if I didn't show myself and she had seen me she might have called the
police. I stepped out from behind the tree attempting to act nonchalant, I even
called out a good morning to her. My act didn't fool her for a second. With an
angry look on her face she called me a peeping tom and a pervert, she told me
she was calling the police and was going to let the whole neighborhood know
about me. Seeing my marriage, and indeed my life crumble before my eyes, I at
first tried to lie my way out of the dilemma. The lies didn't work, she
questioned the binoculars and before I could reply, pointed to my hard cock
clearly visible in my sweat pants. Deeply ashamed, I apologized then begged her
not to tell anyone. She continued her threats and not with thought, but rather
in a state of panic I asked her what her husband and sons would think of her if
they knew what she did with the dog. Her mouth dropped open, I pleaded with her
that both of us should just keep our mouths shut and I would do anything to
save myself the shame of being labeled a peeping tom.

After the neighbor lady and I calmed down a bit, she looked down at my groin
and laughed. I looked down and made a mental note to myself, never to go out
without underwear in sweatpants. My cock was still semi rigid and the stretchy
material of the sweats made it readily apparent. I stammered out some
intelligent comment like, I..er a.err.a... sorry. She replied that it was all
right and asked how I knew about her and the dog. I bit the bullet and came out
with the truth, how I had seen her that rainy Saturday morning and knowing it
was wrong still couldn't take my eyes off them. I also told her that I hadn't
been able to think about anything else since then and was experiencing trouble
sleeping. She thought for a moment, told me her husband was away for the day
and her kids were at Grandma's then invited me in for coffee. We sat at her
breakfast table and she poured us a cup, we both drank. Noticing a bowl of
honey I asked her if it was for sweetening the coffee she replied that it was
for Duncan. Upon mention of his name the goldie came trotting into the room.
Duncan came straight to me and as I scratched behind his ears, she told me to
dip my fingers in the honey and let him lick it off. Duncan became very excited
by the honey and let out of a low growl when it was gone. Anne, Duncan's
mistress, called him over and in a throaty voice told him "that's a good boy
you know what the honey is for don't you". Duncan stuck his big head up under
Anne's robe, she spread her legs and allowed him access to her pussy. Both she
and I groaned, I could feel my cock harden in my pants. Anne stood up, dropped
her robe and walked into the family room, grabbing the honey as she left,
Duncan prancing beside her. By the time I gathered my wits and followed, Anne
was lying on the floor smearing her pussy with honey. Duncan obviously liked
her honey pot, he lapped until she quivered. As Anne approached orgasm to my
shock and eager excitement she told me to stroke him, get him ready for her. I
kneeled and reached for Duncan's cock which was just beginning to peak out from
his sheath. When Anne told me I could suck him if I wanted, that he liked it I
took him in my mouth. Duncan's cock was warm and slippery and I relished the
slightly salty taste of his squirts. He began to try and fuck my mouth. Anne
cried out in orgasm and pushed him away, causing his cock to slip from my
mouth. She told me to get all of the pillows off of the couch, having seen
Duncan fuck her I knew where to place them. Anne assumed the position laying
across the pillows, her ass jutting upwards. Duncan knew what to do, he moved
behind her and with no urging mounted his mistress. Anne demanded I remove my
pants and fuck her mouth. Every quick thrust by Duncan caused my cock to go
deeper in Anne's mouth. None of us lasted very long we all came within seconds
of each other. True to her earlier performance Anne reached down and gathered
some of their co-mingled juices, but instead of tasting them herself she first
offered her wet fingers to me.

The post coital bliss was short lived and then the guilt set in. My thoughts
ran the gamut everything from, oh my god I cheated on my wife, to, Jesus did I
just suck a dogs dick Anne must have sensed my emotional state, as she lay
there a sheen of perspiration coating her slender body, she placed her hand on
my leg and asked, "so you want to do this again". My mild shock and then my
laughter at the question brought and end to my utterly confused and guilty
state. I replied that it would be some time before I was able to go again, she
returned my laugh and told me, I don't mean now silly, I'm talking in general.
I thought for a moment and simply said yea. Several days passed, I found it
hard, (no pun intended) to concentrate on any task. I had trouble sleeping and
I masturbated so often while reliving the memories, I needed to make excuses to
avoid sex with my wife. Every morning I would see Anne at the bus stop where we
sent our kids off to school, Duncan was there as well. I searched Anne's face
for some sort of sign, but saw nothing to indicate her feelings, she was the
same seemingly prudish woman of before. The day before yesterday I came in the
house after putting my daughter on the school bus the phone was ringing. Anne
asked in her almost husky voice if I had been thinking of her. I told her the
truth, I had a perpetual hardon, and couldn't think of anything else. She
laughed, told me we would have to take care of that, and invited me over for
coffee the next day. That night I had difficulty getting to sleep, when I did I
had the most erotic dream of my 40 year old life. In my dream we progressed
through all of the actions as in the real scene only somehow Anne and I ended
up in a 69 with me on top and Duncan was fucking me!

Morning finally came, it seemed to take forever to get my daughter off to
school. Anne was not at the bus stop, my mind began to race. I was almost
physically ill with disappointment. When I opened my front door I could hear
the phone ringing, I raced to answer it. Anne told me, get over here NOW!, I
left the back door unlocked. Entering her house, I saw Anne naked in an easy
chair, her legs sprawled over the arms, Duncan was lapping her pussy. He was so
intent on his task he took no notice of my entrance. Growing bolder by the
second, I removed my clothes without any asking, and stepped to Anne's side.
Anne pulled my hard cock into her mouth. Watching Duncan eat her and her suck
me had me on the verge of cumming very quickly. I stepped back, my cock popped
out of her mouth with a slurping sound. As I watched, Anne's pale white skin
changed to a flushed pink tone, she began to thrash and moan in the throes of
orgasm. Too sensitized to allow Duncan to continue she attempted to push the
strong dog away. Seeing her need for a break, I moved to grab Duncan's collar.
Anne caught her breath and told me to stroke his cock to distract him. I knelt
beside him and reached under to do her bidding, I could feel his knot begin to
swell, his cock still in its protective sheath. His mistress told me to stroke
him good and when his cock started to emerge to suck him. I pulled Duncan into
the middle of the room, laid on my side and took him into my mouth. Anne talked
dirty to the both of us, asking Duncan if it felt good, and telling me to suck
his big red cock, to get it nice and big. Continuing to suck Duncan's growing
cock, enjoying the small squirts from it, I felt Anne's hands on my ass. Anne
spread my cheeks and passed the flat of her tongue across my anus, I nearly
came when she pushed it deep inside. Just as Duncan began to hump my face Anne
pulled me away, pushing me onto my back and straddling my face. Anne ground her
sloppy, wet pussy in my face and took my cock into her mouth. I watched as
Duncan began to lick the honey which had flowed down to her ass from her pussy.
By body language Anne indicated her desire to change position, we rolled over
placing me on top. Now free to use her hands and arms, Anne wet her fingers and
slowly pushed first one and then two into my ass. When she removed her fingers,
I wished she would put them back, in fact I wished I had the courage to ask for
three or even four. I needn't have worried, Anne had dipped her fingers in the
honey and began spreading them on and pushing them into my ass. She removed her
fingers again and I felt Duncan's tongue replace them. I felt Anne push him
away and then reach for something, I glanced back, she had grabbed Duncan
behind his knot and was urging him to mount me. There was no fumbling around,
with Anne's guidance and one powerful thrust, Duncan's huge hot cock was buried
in my ass. As he began to fuck my ass with quick powerful strokes, I renewed my
attack on Anne's pussy. She pleaded for me to make a fist and push it into her,
just like Duncan's knot. Seconds after Anne took my cock back into her mouth I
felt Duncan grow even larger in my ass. The incredible tightness and feel of
his jets of cum in my ass put me over the edge. My orgasm felt like I had
touched a powerful electric current.

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Anne's Plan

Saturday night my wife Jill and I planned a quiet evening at home. The sunshine
had at last arrived and we were going to enjoy our deck for the first time this
spring. While I showered to scrub away the grime from the accumulated yard work
I had done that day, my wife went to the grocery store to purchase steaks,
salad and a good bottle of wine. Feeling refreshed, I dressed in my favorite
gym shorts (no underwear) and an old tee shirt. Jill came home and I helped her
carry in her purchases, I noticed no wine but there was a huge salad and three
steaks in the bag. When asked Jill told me she had run into our neighbor Anne.
I had a brief moment of panic, thinking the cat was out of the bag, I watched
Jill for some sign of anger. After a brief pause to regain what little wits I
posses, I asked Jill why, noting that normally she had little use for Anne.
Jill said that when you get to know her Anne is not as she seems, and besides
she was bringing the wine. Stupefied I went out on the deck to scrape the grill
and turn it on for preheating. When I came back in the house Anne was there,
she and Jill were hugging like long lost friends, there was a basket of flowers
and a bag with three bottles of wine on the counter. I told the girls to go out
on the deck and I would open and serve the wine. No sooner than seated the
phone rang, it was my daughter calling to tell me about the first day of her
Brownie campout, I carried the cordless into my office and spent the next ten
minutes listening. Coming back out on the deck the girls were gabbing like old
friends, seeing me the conversation died. While Jill went in to use the
bathroom, Anne groped me and said "I am a bitch in heat". Jill called out for
me to come in and help her serve dinner. Our kitchen is fairly small, when I
was reaching over her shoulder to get the pepper grinder she ground her ass
into my crotch, looked over her shoulder and gave me a blistering hot kiss.
Jill couldn't help but notice my hard (from Anne's groping ) cock pressing into
her ass, she said wow that was quick. Dinner went well, the food was perfect,
the conversation and wine flowed smoothly. The phone rang again and I went to
answer it this time it was a business associate with problems, I walked the
phone into my office and closed the door, it took about fifteen minutes to
solve the problem. Emerging from my office I saw Jill cleaning up the kitchen,
she told me Anne had gone to get more wine and let her dog Duncan out for a few
minutes. I was in the bathroom and the phone rang for a third time. I heard
Jill say, of course, the poor thing, bring him on over. Hanging up Jill filled
me in, she told me that poor Anne was alone again, her husband was always off
fishing with the boys or working to all hours, and when he was home he was
still no good they hadn't had sex in at least ten months, and poor Duncan was
so lonely he cried when ever Anne left so Anne was brining him with her visit

Anne rang the doorbell just as the sun was going down. When she and Duncan came
in, I noticed she had changed from shorts into a short sun dress and was
wearing (with garter belt no doubt) white stockings. Jill told her she didn't
have to change into a dress, Anne looked at me, winked and told her she put it
on because Jill was wearing one just like it. Speechless I realized this was
Anne's sex outfit, she had worn the garter belt and white stockings when I had
visited her for "coffee" on several occasions. We settled down in the family
room, Jill told Anne that we had rented a movie. Anne said she was in the mood
for a good movie and hoped it was real spicy. I told her it was from
BlockBuster and they didn't have any real spicy movies. Jill told me to go
upstairs in our closet and get one of the porno tapes. I protested for a minute
and then complied. The previous week I had bought one of those amateur tapes
called European Debutantes, Jill and I had not watched it yet. I loaded the
tape in the VCR and we watched several scenes while finishing two more bottles
of wine. We were all making comments about the tape, in particular both women
seemed enthralled when a man got fucked by a pretty woman wearing a strap-on
while he ate another's pussy. Duncan had during this time moved so that his
head was in Anne's lap, his nose under her dress. I was waiting for something ,
anything to happen, you could feel the sexual tension in the room. I looked
over at Jill she was swiveling her head from the TV and also watching Duncan.
The scene ended and in the next, two attractive but obviously amateur women
worked each other over with several toys of various sizes. Jill and Anne
feigned discomfort but I could plainly tell they were both enjoying what they
saw, and said so. Jill replied that she wasn't, but Duncan seemed to like it
since he had a huge hardon. The movie ended and the VCR began to automatically
rewind. I fetched another bottle of wine, the girls began talking about the
scene with the strap-on. Anne said she would pay to be able to do that, Jill
quipped she would pay to be with a guy hung like Duncan, I told them I would
pay to see them reenact the last scene.

The gauntlet had been thrown. Each of us expected something to happen. Would
it, who had the courage to take the next step? My thoughts were a mixture of
fear and anticipation. If events played out as I wished, would Jill still love
and respect me, would she be appalled. I looked at Anne, who more experienced,
I hoped would take the lead and guide Jill as she had me. Jill had a look of
pure lust on her face, she was staring at Duncan who was standing next to his
mistress clearly waiting for her command, his blood red cock still extended
from his sheath. Spellbound I watched as our little drama began to unfold.

Anne reached out her hand to Jill. Jill paused as if needing to make a great
decision, then placed her hand in Anne's. Embracing Jill, Anne kissed her on
the forehead and whispered, it's OK' everything is OK. The two women had
forgotten I was in the room, which for the moment was fine by me. Jill looked
up into Anne's eyes. Acknowledging Jill's acceptance, Anne bent down and gently
touched her lips to Jill's. My wife parted her lips, as they kissed Anne slid
the straps of Jill's dress off her shoulders. I watched spellbound as Anne
gently cupped Jill's breasts and lowered her face to run her tongue deep into
Jill's cleavage. Jill turned to me and without either of us saying a word, both
knew it was Ok to continue. That unspoken communication seemed to galvanize
her, removing her bra she offered her breasts to Anne. While Anne sucked on her
breasts Jill managed to slide Anne's dress to the floor. The contrast between
the two women is great, Jill is short and though not fat by any stretch of the
imagination, is very womanly, with large breasts and flaring hips, soft in all
the places a woman should be. Anne is tall with an almost boyish figure, still
female but without an extra ounce. Jill sat back on the couch, pulling Anne
with her, they hugged and now their tentative kisses became passionate. Anne
moaned around Jill's tongue in her mouth, and breaking the embrace slid into a
kneeling position on the floor. Jill raised her hips to help Anne remove her
panties and moaned when she began to eat her. Anne paused several times saying,
god you taste good, is this how you like it and when she sensed Jill was close
to coming, will you eat me next. Jill was having trouble talking and only
responded to the last with body language. I finally thought to look at Duncan,
he and I must have been thinking the same thing, knowing our turn was coming we
were content to sit and watch. Both of our cocks were hard. I looked back over
at the girls, somehow they had ended up in a sixty-nine with Jill lying on the
soft carpet, Anne on all fours over her. By the time Jill announced her orgasm,
I had removed my clothes and was kneeling by Anne's head. Jill pleaded for Anne
to stop eating her for a while, and being in the right place at the right time
it was only natural for me to slide my cock into Anne's open mouth. Feeling
left out, Duncan came over and placed a big paw on his mistress' back. I looked
under belly to gauge his level of excitement, I was shocked to see Jill's hand
wrapped around his big red cock.

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