David Crane: The wife_s doggy position

"My husband caught me fucking a dog."

Molly's mouth dropped open in amazement when Carla said that and, having said it, Carla blushed. Carla had recently been divorced, and Molly had asked her why her marriage had come unstuck. Molly was truly shocked by the woman's answer, and Carla was surprised at herself for having said it.

The two young women were having a drink at a table in a cocktail lounge. Just as Carla made her admission, the jukebox stopped playing, and there was a dead silence. It seemed as if everyone in the room must have heard her remarkable statement. For a long moment, the two girls just stared at each other. But no one else had turned to gape at them and, a moment later, another loud tune started to blare from the jukebox.

"I guess I shouldn't have told you that," Carla said.

"I… no, I'm not… well, I mean…" Molly stammered, not knowing how to respond.

Carla gave a little shrug. "Well, it's true."

"Really? A dog?"

"Yeah. A collie. It wasn't our dog, actually. We didn't own a dog. It belonged to the neighbors. But it used to come into our backyard sometimes and… well, I got carried away. I don't suppose that you've ever fucked a dog?"

Molly shook her head.

Carla continued: "Anyhow, I wanted that dog! I called him into the house one day, and played with his prick for awhile. Then, after he was nice and big and hard, I got down on my hands and knees… doggy style, you know?" She grinned impishly. "The brute fucked my ass off. After that, he used to come over all the time, whining and scratching at the door. You know how dogs are. If there's some pussy going, they can't get enough of it. So I used to get fucked by this collie two or three times a week. It was nice. But one day, Carl came home unexpectedly and found the dog stuck up me. It was embarrassing, to say the least. And the dog was into the finishing strokes, too, so he couldn't stop and I couldn't stop him. So we just kept right on fucking, with my husband standing there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes popping out like a pair of hard boiled eggs. Then the dog shot his load in me. Carl had a big hard-on, himself, by that time. I tried to apologize. I even tried to claim that the dog had raped me. But Carl wouldn't believe that. He took me to bed and fucked my ass off… then he told me he wanted a divorce. Well, I couldn't very well contest it, could I? I mean, how would I have felt, in court, when a fucking dog was cited as the co-respondent?" Carla giggled. "Imagine a collie taking the witness stand? The lawyer would say: 'And did you have carnal knowledge of the accused?' And the fucking dumb dog would say: 'Woof!' So Carl got his divorce. Actually, it didn't bother me very much. I was getting kind of sick of Carl, anyhow… and the dog was a better fuck, besides."

Molly was astounded.

Her teeth clicked against the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her gin and tonic. How could a woman fuck an animal? How could a woman admit she'd fucked an animal? She didn't know Carla very well. They were just casual acquaintances, and it was hardly the sort of thing you told to just anybody. Still, maybe it was easier to tell it to a relative stranger than to a close friend. It wasn't the sort of thing that you told, say, to your sister. As well as being shocked and surprised, Molly found herself intrigued.

"What… what is it like, doing it with a dog?" she asked.

"Oh, it's real good. Dogs have more energy than most men. They really pour the prick to you. And they love it! It's psychological, I guess, but I just love it when a dog whimpers and whines while he's fucking me, and I know how much he's enjoying it. I like the way a dog hangs on, you know? They cling to your ass like a gargoyle on a cathedral wall. And all the while, that big prick is going in and out like a piston, and the dog is panting in your ear and… well, it's just a great fuck is all."

Molly had a sudden, graphic mental image of that scene, of Carla on her hands and knees with the big collie mounted on her, enthusiastically driving his huge prick into her cunt. That image brought a wave of heat to Molly's pussy. Molly had never even thought about making it with an animal, herself, and whatever ideas she had held about bestiality had not been favorable. It was disgusting, she'd thought. But now that her friend had admitted to practicing that perversion, Molly saw it in a different light. She found herself intrigued and fascinated. She no longer thought of it as disgusting. It was wicked and perverted, true, but it seemed all the more exciting because of that taint of sin.

She wanted to hear more about it.

Carla was saying: "Then, too, with a dog, you don't have to worry about emotional entanglements. I mean, a woman can fuck dogs just for the physical pleasure of it. You don't have to fall in love with the dumb brutes. I don't know why my husband was so furious when he caught me, really. It wasn't as if I was cheating on him with another guy, or having a love affair or anything. Getting fucked by a dog is sort of like using a rubber prick on yourself… except lots better."

She shrugged and took a drink.

Molly said: "You sound as if… well, as if you've had more than the one dog, huh?"

"Yeah, I've made it with a few."

"How on earth did you ever start? I mean, I can understand why you like it… in a way… but how about the first time, before you knew that you'd enjoy it. Weren't you sort of nervous? Inhibited?"

Carla started to reply. The jukebox stopped playing again, and she waited, not wanting to be overheard. The two girls were the only women in the place, and several gentlemen were watching them, obviously wondering if they were there to get picked up, having a few more drinks to gather their courage before making an attempt.

Both women were desirable, in contrasting ways.

Molly was blonde, her hair cut short and curly. She had wide-set blue eyes and a full, sensual mouth. Her tits were firm and thrusting, capped by large, stiff nipples, and her ass was shaped like a teardrop, sweeping out from her narrow waist, then cutting in to the backs of her long, shapely legs. Those legs seemed to have been designed for the purpose of being hooked around a man's hips while her spectacular ass churned him to jelly. She was twenty-one years old and had been married for just over a year. Despite her sexy looks, and the fact that she was a horny young lady, she was not promiscuous. Molly had only been to bed with four men, including her husband, and she had been faithful to him since they were married.

Carla was a different physical type, but equally attractive. She had raven-black hair which she wore long and straight, with a fringe across her forehead. Her eyes were green and her cheekbones high, giving her a rather exotic look. Her body was thinner than Molly's, not as curvy, but taut, lean and dynamic. Her tits were not large, but her nipples were like little rockets ready to be launched. She had slim, dancer's legs, rippling with sinew, and a high, round ass.

Whereas men thought of Molly as being comfortable in bed, they usually thought of Carla as the sort of energetic fuck that would waste a fellow very pleasantly, but demanding stamina. They thought of Carla getting on top and riding them, of throwing her into wild, new positions, of running the gamut of sexual positions, and then inventing new ones. Carla was twenty-three. Her marriage had lasted for two years, before that fateful day when her husband found her with the collie. She had more sexual experience than Molly… a whole lot more.

Now, as the jukebox bellowed out a tune again, she began to tell Molly about some of that experience.

"When I was a teenager, my parents sent me to visit some relatives who lived on a farm," she said. "I didn't want to go. I figured it would be boring in the country. I had a few boyfriends and, well, I was still a virgin, but only just. I'd been doing just about everything a girl can do, short of getting fucked, and I hated the thought of being trapped on some damned farm. But they were determined that I went. I think they wanted to have a little vacation away from me. Anyhow, I went, and it wasn't boring at all."