Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

"Yep, you were pretty damned bitchy toward me," he said, "but I sort of respect you for it. I think by admitting to yourself you like to be fucked, you're going to respect yourself more now, too… in the long run, I mean."

With that, he spun around and walked off rapidly along the trail, disappearing around a bend between the trees. The worn-out young blonde could not restrain herself from calling out to him.

"Wait, please, wait!" she shouted, using his Christian name for the first time. "Jack! Please, I want to talk to you!" It was more than she could handle to have him just walk off this way, without any final resolution to all that had happened between them, and she forced aside her pride in an attempt to make him turn around and explain his thoughts and feelings.

Jack Green smiled to himself as he walked thoughtfully along the leaf-carpeted trail, uncertain for one of the first times in his life that he was justified as a real man in dealing with a woman. Well, whatever happened, he had had a helluva time with the sweet little bitch. She had been worth every bit of the trouble and he knew that she would be much more receptive to a healthy man's sexual advances toward her than she had been before his encounter with her that morning after her session with the mammoth dog. She was a real woman now…

Bill was due home today! Diane glowed.

It seemed like years now since he had left and she hummed a tune along with the radio as she dusted and polished the interior of the house in preparation for his arrival. She knew that he would question why she was in such a happy mood when he arrived home. Usually when he left on one of his important business trips, she spent the days building up resentments and frustrations until she could barely keep from exploding the minute he walked in the door. But this time was different, in more ways than one. For some reason, she felt as though she had changed, had grown up in the last four days.

Maybe it was just the first time she had ever really been forced to face something alone, the lovely, blue-eyed girl mused as she withdrew the carpet-sweeper from the hallway closet and began to drub it back and forth across the rug. God knows, it was a dreadful enough ordeal for anyone to endure and yet she was not completely sorry it had happened. She still felt just as regretful and ashamed as ever of having enjoyed another man pumping his wildly excited sperm into her behind her husband's back but Jack Green's words yesterday afternoon had given her her first taste of personal pride. All her life, people had been wonderful to her because they admired her or thought she was pretty or something else like that, but the grizzled caretaker from the next estate had praised her because he thought she had truly earned it. There was a world of difference.

She felt a strange new sense of power, as though she could do almost anything she set her mind to. And the really odd thing was that she had realized after she came home last night that she had never really disciplined herself about anything, except maybe making herself comfortable. Out of this newfound self-confidence, she had perked up and groomed the dogs, even cleaned all the kennels from top to bottom before darkness fell.

Ordinarily, it was a job that Bill did on Saturday afternoons, usually while she dawdled around the house, resenting the time he was spending away from her.

It was astonishing, she thought to herself as she looked over the freshly-cleaned living room, actually horrifying that she could have been such a silly selfish idiot all this time. It was not that she was kidding herself into thinking that all her problems had suddenly been solved miraculously by the adulterous sexual encounters with Jack Green in her home, and in the woods yesterday afternoon, but at least it was a start. For the first time in several months, she felt real hope that she and Bill would be able to work out their petty marital differences. She still thought the wisest course would be to keep silent about all that had occurred this week. It would be such a waste to have Bill's natural jealousy interfere with the new mutual understanding that was going to bloom between them after he arrived home today.

She had finished her housecleaning and realized with a start, as she wandered around the house looking for any odds and ends that still needed doing, that the dogs had not been inspected for several hours, not since she had taken care of them very early this morning, and now she still had several hours to kill before Bill arrived home. She gazed thoughtfully out of the living room window toward the kennels behind the house, then impulsively walked out of the living room and across the back yard toward Wolf's compound. After her wonderful experience with him yesterday afternoon, she felt a new affection and respect for the fantastic beast, one that not even her uneasiness about the rightness of what had happened could diminish. She would bring the dog inside to keep her company until Bill arrived home.

"Hey! Down, down, Wolf!" Diane laughed as the huge dog almost knocked her over in his eager rush to get into the house, a treat he was unaccustomed to. A light rain had fallen the night before and, as he jumped up joyfully on his beautiful mistress, slobbering wet kisses all over her face in gratitude for being let inside, his muddy paws smeared his footprints all over the front of her frilly blue housedress.

"Oh, Wolf, look at me!" she scolded after she pushed the big dog back down to the kitchen floor and saw that the outfit she had worn especially for Bill was marked and streaked with huge black and brown paw prints. The excited German Shepherd had also smudged the linoleum-tiled floor with wet splotches of mud from his feet.

"I guess it's my own fault," she sighed as Wolf began to race happily around the kitchen, sniffing inquisitively at everything from the dishes drying on the drainboard to the huge steak she had taken out of the freezer for that night's celebratory dinner. The dark tracks over the floor showed exactly where the tremendous creature had been and she realized that now she would have to mop up the kitchen all over again. "I should have made you wipe your feet," she said lightly as she moistened a terrycloth dishtowel to wipe all the mud and wetness from the animal's furry paws.

"Come on, boy, you can wait in the living room while I change clothes," she ordered as she tossed the dirty towel into the kitchen sink. The obedient dog followed happily behind her as she led the way into the next room. She watched him settle down on the carpet in the middle of the room and then, satisfied that he was relaxed, headed off toward the bedroom, stripping off her soiled dress as she went.

She could not decide what she wanted to wear. With Bill gone, she had not even been able to go to the laundromat in town and nearly everything she owned was either dirty or inappropriate for his homecoming. Her fair young face drooped into a thoughtful pout as she stared into the closet, rifling with one anxious hand through the array of garments inside. The young beauty considered wearing one of the sexy nighties that he liked so much, to surprise him, but she shook her head in a negative back and forth motion, obviously displeased with the idea… Even though her enterprising young husband would never know about all that happened to her during his absence, it seemed unfair of her to try to lure him into bed so soon after she had been fucked half senseless by another man… not to mention her obscene delight in his canine hero's unnatural licking of her naked loins. She was sincerely remorseful about everything and knew that it would take some time before she could overcome her guilt sufficiently to feel right about making any genuine sexual overtures toward Bill. She had resolved most of her anxiety, it was true, but she was also aware of the fine line between her stoic acceptance of what she had done and the strong self-doubt that had made her life a nightmare after she had responded to Jack Green's obscene caresses.