William Scott - Mary_s great dane

"Yes. My mother did when I was six weeks old."

Mary giggled. "I mean lately."

"Yes, of course. Don't you ever read the editorial pages of the local bugle? Every now and then they run an editorial on what a nice guy Pete Braden is."

Mary kissed his stomach and straightened up briefly. "You crazy nut," she said. "I just love you to pieces."

"Compliments will get you nowhere, as someone once said."

"The hell they won't. Watch what I'm about to do." Mary took his prick all the way into her mouth and began to suck him off.

Pete lay there, tense and excited, more so than he had been in hours – since, in fact, he had seen the dog fucking Rose – while his green-eyed, red-haired wife proceeded to suck his cock to a mind-bending climax.

It was exactly a week later that the phone rang in the Braden home and Mary answered it. Pete was watching television. When Mary hung up, she came to his chair and kissed his mouth suddenly.

He glanced up at her and smiled. "What's that for, darling? Did I do something nice?"

"Good thing you've had your bath and shaved," she said.

He blinked. "Huh?"

"Cindy wants to see you right away."

"Which means?"

"Which means that Mark is on his way over here. He wants to see me. Do you mind, honey?"

"No, of course not. If you want to, that is. By the way, did you and Cindy have this all planned out?"

Mary smiled. "We talked over the phone this morning."

"I see," Pete said, grinning. "You won't tell me directly, only indirectly."

"Come on, honey. Put on another shirt. That one is worn at the cuffs."

"I was going to mow the lawn, but thought I'd listen to the news first."

Mary bit her lips. "Do you think it's too early in the evening for us to… you know?"

"To be seen swapping partners?" Pete shrugged. "It'll be dark in another hour or so. By the time I arrive at their place no one will see me; probably. What if they do? It's our business."

"You have to go now, honey. Mark is on his way here. He's walking, so that'll give you a little time."

Pete pretended to be alarmed. "Now, woman!" he cried, making a face. "Am I to be driven out of my own bed and board by another?"

Mary laughed nervously. "Please, honey. Put on another shirt, plus your jacket and… get lost for a while." She kissed his forehead when she said it, however.

Pete got to his feet and kissed her cheek. "All right. I know when I'm not wanted in my own home." He smiled back at her as he walked out the door and down the street.

He stopped at a bar before going to Cindy's. He wanted a few drinks in the worst way, and this was unusual for Pete Braden. He usually desired sex with no liquor in him. Liquor was not conducive to good relations with a woman, despite what many people have stated to the contrary. He walked up to the bar, yanked out a stool and ordered from the bartender. He had four drinks before leaving and, as he walked towards Cindy's place, he wondered why he had drunk the stuff. The answer came to him as he approached the house. Rose, he saw, was at the rear of the place feeding the big male Great Dane. At any rate, she was in the act of shoving a dish under a door of the enclosure, a fenced-in affair. Pete glanced at her as many times as he could without stopping to call out to her. He couldn't do that – Cindy would be watching from inside the house. Because he had not told anyone about having seen Rose and the dog fuck, he felt as if he were a conspirator with her.

"Wait a minute," he murmured. "Did I tell Mary or not?" For the life of him he couldn't remember, but thought he had not.

He wanted to turn around and retrace his steps, but Cindy had seen him and was at the door at this very moment, calling to him. He waved at her self-consciously and moved quickly to her porch. Once inside the house, he slipped his arm about her waist and felt the lushness of her body.

"Gee, I thought you weren't coming, Pete," Cindy said, putting her arm about him, also, and leaning her head against his chest. "I hope you're very anxious tonight. Ol' Cindy has passionate panties."

Pete smiled. "What a nice way of putting it."

"Speaking of nice ways to put it, let's try for something original tonight, shall we, baby?"

Pete kissed her cheek and laughed lightly. "Any ideas yet?"

Cindy screwed up her face prettily. "Well, you've fucked me, sucked me, and I've sucked you – what else is there, baby?"

"How about a good old-fashioned cornholing?"

She pulled away from him and looked at him oddly. "A what?"

"Means a hard-on is rammed up an asshole, baby. Surely you know that."

She squealed. "Oh, I love to hear you talk like that! Say something more that's really… dirty, you know what I mean."

He shrugged. "Nothing dirty about a hard-on rammed up an asshole. You could say that almost anywhere."

Cindy giggled. "Couldn't say it in church."

"You couldn't even undress in church."

"That's right. You can't do any of the exciting things in church, can you, baby?"

"Not the sort of things we believe are exciting, Cindy."

She came close to him and put her arm about him again. "Have you got a hard-on, baby?"

He shook his head.

"Want ol' Cindy to get it stiff for you, baby?" she asked, faking a Southern accent.

"What, er, method would you employ to get said penis hard – would it be the rub method, or the suck or what?" he inquired mockingly.

She squealed happily. "I just love to hear you talk this way… which method would you prefer, baby?"

"How about the suck method?" he replied, his head held high and making a face at her.

She screwed up her face again. "You're really crazy to be sucked all the time, aren't you? How come you like it that way?"

"Every man does, but some are too afraid to admit it."

She nodded. "And most women love to have their titties sucked, but some won't admit to that, either."

He shrugged. "That's the way things are. Me, I like to be sucked off. I love it, in fact." He inspected his nails like a third-rate movie actor.

She laughed. "Cut it out, you nut. You get me to laughing and I won't want to do anything else."

"Laughter," he replied loftily, "is splendid for the soul, my dear woman."

"I know what we'll do for excitement, Pete," she cried. "I'll run over and get Rose and the three of us will have a circle and…"

Pete felt his muscles tightening. "Rose? Rose doesn't go for… men. You told me that, you said she was afraid of men, you said…"

Cindy waved her arms. "Hey," she cried, interrupting him, "knock it off about Rose! How do you know what she's like? Maybe I was telling you fibs about her."

Pete studied her eyes. "Well, were you?" he asked, feeling calmer than a moment before.

"Tell you what, baby. Pour yourself a drink and I'll run over next door and drag Rose here if I have to. Between the two of us, we'll make her have an orgasm if it's the last thing she ever does." Saying this, Cindy stepped out the front door and disappeared from Pete's view.

He shrugged. It might be interesting at that. Having two females to fool around with instead of only one. He hoped Rose would remain quiet about his having been in her house, but if she didn't, what about it? If she mentioned this to Cindy, Pete would simply smile and say, "Well, what about it, baby?"

He didn't pour himself a drink because he didn't want any more alcohol in his system. He wanted to be as ready as possible for the two of them, in case Rose did come back with Cindy, which Pete, doubted very much. He was astonished when, a few minutes later, he saw Rose entering the house with Cindy. Cindy had her by the hand and seemed to be urging her.

"Hi," Pete called out to Rose. "How are you?"

Rose trained her pretty brown eyes on him. "Hello," she said quietly.