J. Bradley - The hog wives

And before the smeary wetness on his prick had begun to dry, he felt her warm breath blowing on his crotch…

Mary Margaret Siebenthaler now realized what a bit of wishful thinking could do to a person. When she had told Dean that she could do without Victor's cock while his stitches healed, because Dean had released her so beautifully that it would last, she had indulged in a self-delusion common to the inexperienced.

Now that she actually was forced to do without cock for several days, she was ready to climb the walls. She had evaded a direct answer to Phyllis Palmer's question about the frequency of her coupling with Victor, because she was embarrassed to admit the extent of her lust.

It was true that Dean had stirred her more deeply with the expert completeness of his treatment than she had ever been stirred by Victor. But she discovered by the third day that no matter how good sex is, the effects do not last. She was as starved for cock as she would have been for food during a fast of the same length.

And it was even more torturing when Dean brought Victor home from the clinic. The cock was right there in the house with her, but she could not take advantage of it. It would be terrible if she let her unbridled lust cause the dog pain even necessitate sending him back to be restitched!

She could kick herself now for not at least attempting to seduce Dean when he brought the dog home. That had been two days ago, but a hot piece of nuts then would have calmed her down, and she would not have progressed to the state she was in now!

But Dean had been in a hurry; something about taking too much time off on the weekend and getting behind with his work on the farm. She had not had the heart to delay him, even though she had reason to believe he rather liked her in bed.

Now she was almost at her limit; she had examined Victor's foreskin three times today – hoping it would look more healed at each examination – and the dog was unhappy, too, her handling of him caused him to get a hard-on, and he would whine as the swelling increased his discomfort.

Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she told Victor to guard the house, got into her pickup, and drove over to the Palmer farm. To her bitter disappointment, there was a note on the back door, telling anyone who called that the Palmers were gone for the day.

Mary Margaret was frantic. She remembered Phyllis telling her about Laddie, and she called for fifteen minutes, hoping the dog would show up. She thought that perhaps she could train Laddie in the emergency – get at least one good fuck out of him.

She finally had to deduce that the Palmers had taken their dog with them, wherever they were gone to, so she got into her pickup with a heavy heart and an itching, creamy cunt, and started for home.

A half-mile down the road, Mary Margaret braked to a halt and wet her lips excitedly as she recalled something else Phyllis had told her. Laddie had a brother… what was his name? McDog! Yes, the McDonalds had him!

She sat there as she tried to think up an excuse to borrow McDog for a while. Soon she pulled off the shoulder onto the road and headed for the McDonald farm.

McDog was in the barnyard to greet her as she got out of the pickup. He was a handsome beast, all right; now if she could get the McDonalds to lend him to her…

Cole McDonald came out of the house while she was petting McDog and talking to the animal, pleased to see how friendly he was and that he appeared to be quite virile his red cock peeked out the tip of his sheath, perhaps because he could smell her female heat.

"Good afternoon, Mary Margaret!" Cole said. "Haven't seen you for ages. How are you?"

"Fine, Cole, thank you. How's Grace?" She had known the couple since the first week they were on their farm, but usually she saw them only at Grange meetings, since she seldom went out after the death of her father.

"She's fine. She's not home today, though; went to the city with the Palmers to do some shopping. Come on in out of the sun, Mary Margaret. I'll pour you a cider or something."

She went inside, wondering if she could find the right moment to make her request. In a way, she was glad Grace was away now; women could see through each other so much more easily. Cole would be unsuspicious and easy to fool; men usually were quicker to be generous with women, too.

She accepted a glass of wine on the rocks, then sat across from Cole. For the first few minutes, the conversation was confined to weather, agriculture m general, and polite queries by Mary Margaret about the success of the goat dairy. Then she grew impatient and changed the subject.

"I was hoping you could do me a favor, Cole," she said. "I went to the Palmers first, but… as you know, they're away."

"Of course," he said. "Anything I can do for you will be my pleasure." His normal tendency to be helpful would have been enough to guarantee his sincerity, but he sensed something different in his guest… she was not like the Mary Margaret he had seen at Grange meetings. For one thing, she was not dressed in her usual drab, formless clothing; she had on a dress that actually made her look rather desirable – and years younger. Perhaps her appearance was helped, too, by the makeup – first he had ever seen her wear!

"Dean took my dog, Victor, to the vet for surgery," she said. "And I really need a dog in the house… living alone and all… and I'd hoped I could borrow Laddie for a few days, just until Victor is well enough to carry on. Is there a chance that… maybe you could spare McDog for a day or so?"

Cole had fast reflexes, or he would not have been able to cover his initial reaction to her first statement. Dean had mentioned the sex dog he took to George's clinic, but not the owner's name. Now Cole knew who it had to be! He also knew her real reason for asking to borrow McDog. Yes, she certainly must feel that she needed a "dog in the house" after the fun Victor gave her!

His first impulse was to let her borrow McDog, at least for overnight. If she could get him to cooperate, more power to her. And McDog might enjoy the change of pace; he had been chasing around a lot lately to find enough tail-bitches in heat weren't too plentiful in the area.

But the more he studied her, the more he thought he might be able to do better for Mary Margaret than she had asked. And it would give him some fun, too!

"If Grace says it's all right, I'm agreeable," he told her. "McDog really belongs to her." He saw the disappointment in her face and hurried to relieve it.

"I have a better idea, though," he told her. "Why not stay here with us until Victor's well enough to get back on the job? I know Grace would be tickled to have you; she sees too few women as it is, confined here on a busy dairy farm. And I'm always pleased to have another beautiful woman around!"

Mary Margaret protested, explaining that she had to be with Victor to take care of him. Cole waived that argument aside.

"Victor can stay here; I've yet to see the dog that our McDog can't make friends with."

She thought about it. It wasn't the way she had planned it, but the invitation voided her excuses and left her no out. But it seemed that she ought to be able to get at McDog somewhere on the big McDonald farm there were plenty of outbuildings…

"Or maybe Grace would lend me quicker than she would McDog," Cole teased when she hesitated to accept the invitation. "I'm not as handsome as Victor, maybe, but I could bite if anyone tried to break in your house."

She looked at him sharply when he used the word "handsome". She was sure that Dean would not betray a confidence. But yet, there was something in Cole's eyes… She gulped down her wine and Cole rose, taking her glass out to the kitchen and refilling it. When he brought it back, she looked at him shyly.