Janet McCoy: The wife_s new pet

Hank didn't really want to be angry with his beautiful wife. But the worry he had been experiencing for the last few hours was turning to nervous fury as Ellie persisted in looking away from him every time he tried to scrutinize her face. What had she been doing? The man had never worried about his wife's fidelity before, but she had never worried him like this either. She had never come home with such a guilty look. She had never been this quiet, this subdued.

As her husband grew more frantic in his questions and accusations, Ellie became more withdrawn. She was too exhausted even to cry, though the tears hovered only a millimeter from the surface, making her eyes and her heart ache.

The young husband had never been so angry. He was afraid that, if he didn't take measures against it, he might even strike the woman he had worshipped for the last year. "Ellie, I can't handle this any more. I'm just too mad to be rational. I'm going out for the night. I'll see you."

"Hank?"

He ignored her feeble cry. She heard the door bang behind him, the roar of the engine as he slammed the station wagon into gear and peeled away. For several minutes she sat with her head buried in her arms. Then she went to the top cupboard over the sink and found a bottle of Scotch. She drank herself to sleep.

When she awoke, the sun was up. There was still no sign of Hank. Rather than try to deal with the incredible sequence of events of the previous day, Ellie fixed herself a liquid breakfast. The alcohol made it seem not quite so bad that her husband wasn't there to kiss her good morning.

When Greg came in search of his partner, Ellie told him he had had to go to town to send a telegram. He would have to work alone today. She realized Greg probably knew Hank had left the night before, but she had no desire to explain things to him. After all, she considered him indirectly responsible for all that had happened yesterday. If it hadn't been for Greg, she would never have met Wanda. She would never have gone to the redhead's hotel to seek advice on her forbidden crush. She closed the trailer door on the surprised man. Through a window, she watched him walk off into the bushes, in the direction of the dredge site. She sighed with relief and poured herself another drink.

Ellie wasn't sure how long she had sat alone, sipping Scotch and listening to the radio, when she heard a bark outside. She went out into the little clearing between the trailers. To her surprise, Nugget came bounding over to her. The blonde hugged the dog and stroked his glossy coat. In her lonely despair, the dog's affection was like manna from heaven.

It took a moment for the frightening possibility to enter her head: where there was the dog, could the master be far behind? She scanned the surrounding brush and woods for close to half an hour. There was no sign of old Jim the prospector.

"What are you doing here, Nugget? Did you run away from home?"

Though still uneasy about the dog's presence, Ellie took Nugget into the trailer and fed him some meat scraps. She talked non-stop to the big animal, who looked up at her with wide intelligent eyes that seemed to comprehend what she was saying. "I bet you think I talk a lot, big boy. But I'm kind of lonely, and I really need to talk to somebody."

Suddenly the tears she had been suppressing since her husband left gushed to the surface. She collapsed on the couch in a sobbing heap, her face buried against the pillows. The rumpled skirt she had been wearing since last night was pulled up around her buttocks. She wore no panties. She had been unable to find them in Wanda's room before she left.

Engrossed as she was in her despair, the sudden cold prod against her asscheeks made her catch her breath. A shiver of excitement soared up her spine. Unconsciously, she wiggled her buttocks backward, searching for another taste of that tantalizing sensation. Again the cold prods struck, this time ramming in between her ass-cheeks, assaulting her tiny virginal asshole. "Ooooohhh!"

The blonde was not drunk enough that she did not realize what was causing the delicious excitement – pangs to rush up and down her spine. She knew the dog was nosing her buttocks. Right now, Ellie was depressed and hopeless enough that she could not give up this innocent titillation. She felt lost and unloved. The cold prods of Nugget's nose on her ass were taking her mind off her misery. Nugget, at least, could accept her and love her as she was – with all her imperfections.

The next moment, it was more than Nugget's nose that was investigating the blonde's intriguing ass-crevice. He snaked out his tongue and licked her hidden slit.

"Aaaiieeee! Oh Nugget baby!" As alcohol-enhanced arousal coursed through her system, Ellie wantonly ground her ass back in the dog's face. With her own face safely buried in the pillows, she felt protected from the brute reality of what she was doing. She couldn't see Nugget sampling the flavor of her naked flesh. It was almost like a dream – a delightful, compelling dream.

With the blonde's cooperation, the dog was able to delve his tongue deeper up along the slit between her thighs. He found the hair-fringed furrow of her pussy. It was ripe with the residue of yesterday's arousal. The dog lapped hungrily at the little hole, cleaning up every last drop of the intoxicating flavor.

As she strove to give the dog more leeway in her throbbing pussy-slit, Ellie fell down to her knees on the rug and pulled up her skirt. Her upper torso still rested on the couch. Her face was still buried in the pillows. But now her ass waved freely before the dog's face. He could tongue her moist treasures to his heart's delight.

She moaned wantonly, writhing her shapely white hips under the tantalizing assault of the dog's tongue. As her excitement grew more and more intense, the woman grew more abandoned. She ceased to worry about the morality of what she was doing. In her mind's eye, she conjured up titillating pictures of the dog's prick, swollen with blood and desire for her fleshy hot cunt.

The lewd thought made fresh juices surge from her pussy. At last, she could no longer resist the urge to look back over her shoulder. From the dog's loins hung a pointed red erection. It was just as she had imagined! Nugget was hot for her!

"Oooooohhh!" The knowledge fired her lurid, alcohol-freed imagination. She wanted that cock!

Not letting herself pause to consider the possible dangers of her course – who knew when she might be interrupted by Hank's return, by Greg, even by the old prospector in search of his runaway dog – she undulated her ass-cheeks feverishly against the urgent tongue assault. Then, without her seeming to will them, the words sprang from her lips.

"Come on, Nugget! Up, boy, up!" In the midst of her drunken ecstasy, Ellie realized once again how much she had changed since she came to their lonely new home. Her raunchy libido seemed to have soared in this desolate spot, with nothing to think about but her own feelings and wants. Until now, she had become a woman who could shamelessly squirm in front of a dog's tongue and beg to be fucked by the slavering beast!

Even thoughts of her own depravity excited Ellie. Her arousal was heightened by the feel of the furry paws encircling her hips, by the hefty weight of the dog's cock slamming against her thighs as he searched for her wet hole.

Eager to get that big dog-prick up inside her cunt, she tilted her pussy this way and that, trying to find just the right angle for him. At last, Nugget found purchase in her fleshy slit. His rigid cock drove deep into her hot spasming cunt.

"Aaaailieee! Oh God! It's good! Soooo good!" Already any fear of the relentless urgency of that stroking animal-cock was gone. Far from shrinking from his impalements, Ellie screwed her ass back to welcome them. While Nugget established his hard-driving pace into her welcoming depths, Ellie slammed her ass joyously against his furry loins. She no longer needed to hide her face in the pillows to ward off her conscience. Now she tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders and shrieked out her pleasure to the ceiling. "Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Your cock's so good in meee!"