Be Careful What You Wish For......., for lovers of dog slut wives

[betterusenamenow]

It's been a while, but here is the first part of a longer story. Feedback is appreciated but remember this is only the start of the story and it will be fleshed out in the next couple of installments. Hope you enjoy.......


Be Careful what you Wish for...........


Have you ever had such a burning desire to make something a reality? An idea turns into a mission, a task becomes something of a religious undertaking, the satisfaction of reaching your goal is better than…..well, really, what could be better than sex? Good sex….not just a quick jab, a drunken frolic. Nothing against that, but they are just that when compared to fulfilling your deepest darkest sexual desires. How many of you have hidden fantasies that you never share with others, not your wife, husband or closest companion? There are people that are not even honest within the walls of their own souls and try and suppress the reality of their emotions. You know what I am talking about, the guys that don’t give their seat away to pregnant women, the females that constantly bicker and bitch about the smallest things, people that are so frustrated within themselves because they do not have the courage to follow their dreams, or in most cases, their sexual ones.

I could feel myself becoming one of those people………

Let me tell you something of my background……I know this will turn away most of you who are after a quick release. That’s fine, and when you’re finished wiping, remember to kick the cat as well. I shouldn’t be so mean, but I actually look back on the person I once was and reward myself with a little personal chuckle. You see, I was rapidly becoming one of those people, surfing the net for cheap thrills, finding fuel for my desires, a cyber sexual hunter and gatherer. It all started out quite innocently when I got my first PC years ago and connected to the internet looking at big breasted women in various poses. Remember those days when a picture took 5 minutes do download, and forget video, that was just as big a fantasy as what I was looking at. Then after time as I became neutered to the thousands of pairs of tit flesh I started to move into more exotic territory……lesbian scenes, fisting, older women, group sex…..you name it I’ve had a tug over it. It was on one of my secret nightly forages with the lie that I was doing something for work while my lovely wife was asleep upstairs that I discovered something that blew my mind. I saw a woman having sex with a dog! Well, talk about finding my vocation! It became all consuming, like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. I was addicted, and unlike all other previous porn that I had looked at I wasn’t getting bored with it. It took on a living quality, like breathing air does to a drowning man and each night I would search out as much as I could. Pictures, m-pegs and stories…….it was the stories that really made an impact, reading the fact and fantasy of people’s lustful fulfilment of their desires that drove me to further insanity. I would often walk around during the day looking at women and asking myself if they let their dog lick them, or if they had ever touched a canine cock? Perhaps the woman in the grocery line in front of me had the same dark fantasies of watching a petite female being turned into a dog cum sucking bitch?

Ah, so a few of you are making that connection with me now? I think that most of the people reading this will in some way relate to what I am saying. And then it gets worse…..when I started to try and introduce some of my desires into my lovemaking sessions with my wife. I remember distinctly how I had this thing for big dildos that I had seen on the net one time and overnight my wife and I had a collection of about 6 various shaped rubber cocks. At the time if fulfilled two fantasies of mine, one to see my wife splayed out like some cheap slut on the internet with a big rubber knob splitting her apart and the fact that I introduced another lover into our relationship. Well, not a real one, I was still one of those “sit down on the bus seat and don’t make eye contact with the standing pregnant woman” type of people…… We started to pretend that the dildos were a third person, my wife even calling it the “big fella”. Hey, now just hold on a minute wife, this is MY fantasy and don’t you forget it! Oh the insecurities of kicking cats! It took me a while to overcome the fact that my wife was just playing along and wasn’t about to run off with the first black guy she ran into (no offence to black guys…it’s just the “big fella” was big and black…..another cliché). Still, these interludes were ultimately empty and started to remind me of the way I felt when I was cruising the net looking for fresh blood. My wife sort of loved the idea of new things, but she had her limits, or at least I thought she did. Perhaps looking back on it now I was hoping she did, have limits I mean to act as a sort of sexual handbrake to my depraved sordid porn soaked mind. That was not to be………

I remember how I would fight the urge for days and sometimes weeks but would always eventually go back and search for doggy porn on the net. Oh yes, by now I had “upgraded” to a high end laptop and broadband with the excuse I needed it for work. Yeah right! You and I know the real reason for the expense. Anyway, even though sex with my wife was everything from mundane to fantastic as is the norm with most people that have been married for a while, I was becoming ultimately frustrated at my own lack of conviction. Imagine my dilemma of trying to think up new ways of visualising my wife being sexually raped by a dog each time I was making love to her. It becomes tiring after a while, mentally that is and also very, very frustrating. Even my wife tuned into the fact that I seemed sometimes distant when we were intimate…..how could I tell her that it was because I wanted to see her suck doggy cock? And there in lies the problem, that period of impasse that we all come to at some stage of our lives where we look out over the chasm and contemplate our next step. I felt frustrated, weak, immoral and dirty all at the same time yet I was intelligent enough to know that if I ever wanted to “find myself” and discover inner peace (sexually) that I would have to take that plunge. Like Indiana Jones in the Last Crusade when he takes that step of faith onto the invisible bridge……except I didn’t have a whip. And that is where we come to now, the story of how I succumbed to my desires, turned my loving wife into a dog slut and ultimately became a well rounded and content person. They say the hunt is often better than the kill, and if you read on you might just agree……..

My wife, the main player in this Shakespearean saga of mine had only just turned forty. Now, I remember when I was younger and forty seemed sooo old, like you needed a walking frame or something, but with my wife that wasn’t the picture being painted. We have not had kids, which means that if we did, I would only have lost my hair where as her body would have been ravaged by all the niceties of child birth and the luxury of having a human parasite sucking the life out of her teats. I mean this in a nice way, we couldn’t have kids and often became sullen at times when the reality of watching our siblings enjoying the pleasures of parenthood hit home so we used to convince ourselves that babies were little vampires in disguise……..Anyway, the thing that I am trying to get across is that at forty she was still a very, very attractive woman. Slender in ankle and long in leg, the type that was made for the highest stilettos and would have gone spiralling up into the clouds had it not been for the firm cheeks of her peachy arse that kept it all mortal. Her slender waist flowed up to meet her lovely breasts……now these weren’t just tits, but wonderful natural shaped monuments that jutted out from her chest with the dignity and pride of someone that had the arrogance of knowing that no $ 30,000 tit job could ever get close to them. It was what drew me to her in the first place….yes I know ladies, sad and shallow, but hey, it wasn’t long before I noticed her eyes as well………..
Those lovely 32DD breasts for all those statisticians out there have the most seductively edible dark nipples, like some devil had taken the day off to place them just right on her milky white breasts knowing that it would drive mortal men insane. She was and still is a stunner in a bikini and I love the way other guys watch her shimmer along the room with that lustful glean in their eyes whenever she is done up. A natural when it comes to makeup, and at forty there are not many creases to hide so she still often wears little or no makeup much to the jealousy of all her friends. Emerald green eyes that sparkle with the zest and vim of someone that knows she is loved, seductive cat like eyes that give her a distinct French Spanish look even though she is of Anglo Saxon background. Her slightly angular nose with a hint of a chiselled feel below her dark angled eyebrows setting both her face and body alight with that lovely creamy latte tan that she so religiously maintains. She was definitely a princess and you can understand why I would be anally cautious before embarking upon any venture that involved socially questionable sexual ideas.

Now, the plot of this Broadway production had to have thicker legs than any Andrew Lloyd Webber production. It is one thing to come to the realisation of looking in the mirror, but how to go about turning it into reality is something altogether a different prospect. I mean, people have problems just getting out of bed in the morning and here I was plotting to turn my wife into a sex toy for my sordid desires. Up until then I had never given thought to anything other than my own sexual needs, and didn’t once contemplate my wife’s potential opinion. As far as I was concerned, and it was a typical male point of view, she was going to be seduced by some well concocted plan and just fall into the role of being a doggy shag doll. Naive just isn’t a strong enough word……
I plunged into the maelstrom with full steam ahead by purchasing a dog. It took me a while until I found a male that hadn’t been chopped, and also there was what type of breed I was going to purchase. This is where I returned to my “big fella” days and bought a lovely year old rotti. Oh yes, I knew from my R&D on the net that this guy was going to be a handful, literally, but it was all in or nothing. My wife and I both liked the breed, there is something so masculine about them, so awe inspiring watching a Rottweiler get all hot and bothered that makes a person think twice about going near one. Now, just bringing a dog this big home for no good reason would be rather questionable, so the fact that our neighbour had been robbed not long ago even though they had an alarm played on my wife’s mind. Women seem to take a strain of thought and like the breadcrumbs left by Hansel follow the thread back to some mythical conclusion. As far as she was concerned we were going to be next and a horde of ninja style assassins were going to kill her in her sleep one night while I was working late and steal her Bulgari watch. I agreed wholeheartedly and told her I had the matter in hand. That is where the Rotti came in. You should have seen the look on my wife’s face when he bounded out of the back of the Beemer all muscles and sinew. I don’t think she got a word out before he slobbered all over her. I laughed at her shocked look, the reality of what I had done sinking in. That’s when the arguments started, the “he’s too big for this place” and “f***** if I'm going to take him for a walk every day” jargon. I certainly wasn’t going to budge but after reminding her of the Ninja hordes I thought I had seen waiting around the corner of the street she at least opted for the trial period. That trial period turned into a permanent thing and I looked fondly on how she connected with the “big fella” as we affectionately called him. We both got a laugh out of the name as it was a personal joke of ours that nobody else would ever cotton onto naming our dog after our biggest dildo, but it held much deeper connotations for me, much darker feelings and whenever she would call out to him it would send me into an instant erection frenzy. To say it fuelled my self administered sessions for months is an understatement. He was rapidly becoming a member of the family, and as is so often the case of childless couples he became more than just a dog to both of us. I noted how my wife started to regard him as her “baby”…… I sometimes felt guilty at what I was thinking when I saw her give him a rub around the ears, but lust is one of the deadly sins, and pitted against the heavenly virtue of self control which seemed to dissolve more each day as the thought of seeing her become a dog slut engulfed my every thought. The first part of my plan was going well and it would be soon time to take that next step into the abyss……….

[Big Black Dog]

Glad you have written another. Always love your work. :D

[dragoneyes]

Nice placesetting. I can't wait to see where you go from here. Please keep writing!!! :devil2:

[pam2]

Glad to see you back. Once again, another interesting and well written story. Can't wait for the next installment.

[hardon58]

at last!! iv been waiting for you to write a new story....and im hooked again

[kingminotaurus]

a most excellent beginning

[L337Zoo]

XCellent start.... building into what will easily be one hot story! look forward to the next
parts!

[german_sheperd_girl]

IVE BEEN WAITING WITH BAITED BREATHE FOR YOU TO WRITE AGAIN 10/10

[splash44]

Glad to see that you are writing again. It has been awhile and I have missed your extremely well writen stories.

Thank You,
Splash44

[Tdata]

Nice work! Can't wait to see where you go from there. B)

[lysk9]

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[Oldsaltblock]

It sounds good to me so far. Bring on the rest of the story, please and thank you.

[dog_gone_it]

GREAT STORY...waiting not so patiently for the rest... :P

[jkoesler]

Thanks for sharing. I do belive that you rightlu described many of us out here. So glad to hear that I am not the only one that would love th have their wife do more than just pet and keep the dog clean. Looking for more from you. again, Thanks!!! :clapping: :clapping: :friends:

[Bosanco]

10,10,10,10 and great!!!!!