Wife is Made to be a Bitch

My wife and I had been together for almost 19 years. Like most people we got
together due to common interests. In our case that major interest was sex. It
ranged from the mild to sort of wild, but there was plenty of it. At least for
the first nine years. After that things changed.

The first time Kay and I were in bed together she had a simple request, ‘spank
me.’ I will admit to being very naïve at the age of 26. This was before the
Internet and all the information it would eventually provide. I stumbled with
issues involving jealousy as well as a lack of knowledge about kinkier aspects
of sexual relations. In retrospect, Kay seemed to have entered our relationship
with more than a passing knowledge of those relations, but that was something I
didn’t think much about back then.

Still, we enjoyed our sexplortation, mostly involving mild BDSM situations.
Through the years we experimented with toys and props to add excitement and it
seemed to work out well. I was a bit concerned about how things would go when
after we were married we found out Kay was pregnant. I knew that it was very
possible that with a child to care for and the seemingly unexplainable changes
women go through afterwards that our sex life would suffer. To my surprise and
relief it didn’t seem to suffer in the least. At least at first.

The turning point seemed to be when Kay went back to school to get her college
degree. With the time spent studying and working part time, I knew there was
little chance of any play time. I knew this and accepted it, feeling confidant
that once she began her new career things would shift back to normal.

After graduation and a move to a location that afforded us both employment in
our chosen fields, we settled in. I tried very hard to be patient with Kay. I
knew her new job was very demanding and overwhelming to her at times. I never
pressured her about sex or anything else for that matter. I was intent on giving
her space and allowing her to do as she wanted. But after about a year I
realized that what Kay wanted and what I wanted was slipping in opposite
directions.

By this time we were both 35 years old. Now to a younger person that may seem
old. Hell, it may seem so to those that are 35. But I had learned long before
that you are only as old as you feel and at that time I felt about 21. I was
just barely responsible enough to maintain ‘adult’ situations, while still
wanting to have my fun. Kay on the other hand seemed to be slipping into the
full mature adult mode of working, taking care of the house, watching TV and
other things of a mundane nature.

One of the things that our new location and moderate income did provide was my
first real taste of the Internet. I had dabbled some previous, but with a cable
modem connection I found how much information there was to be had with the right
search. And that information opened my eyes in many ways.

I learned about BDSM relationships and dominant/submissive personalities. The
biggest surprise was when I learned of chat rooms and began learning of others
in similar situations. It was only then that I began to realize how badly I had
probably managed the sexual relationship between Kay and me.

One of the most severe problems in our relationship, mostly in recent years, had
been open communications about our sexual needs and desires. We had some
discussions, and a few arguments, over the lack of sex both in frequency and
intensity. But the main thing I had always wanted to know and had never found
out was what Kay truly wanted, both in fantasy and reality. I knew I had some
very kinky thoughts and assumed that Kay did too. It was apparent that for the
most part these thoughts were to remain private to each of us.

All this is not to say that there weren’t good moments for us either. During the
past few years there were two major break throughs in our relationship, that
being oral and anal. Kay never had a problem in giving head, but she never
finished the job. For the first 14 years of marriage I had cum in Kay’s mouth a
total of one and a half times, but after a particularly bad time when I had
threatened to move out, that changed. She learned and seemed to enjoy pleasing
me with her mouth, much to my enjoyment. But coupled with our still infrequent
sex life patterns, it was still not as enjoyable as I would have liked.

It was after another move, basically another attempt by me to get things
‘right’, that we first tried anal. We had played around some before, but not
actual ass fucking. I was taken totally by surprise when Kay not only suggested
we try it but when done she went on about how much she enjoyed it. But that too
was a few and far between occasion as well.

Not being a professional of any sorts, I still tried to set out to figure out
what made Kay tick. I came to a few conclusions which may or may not be correct.
To me, it’s apparent that Kay had been involved in some sort of relationship
prior to me that involved BDSM. She knew too much, and when in the proper mood
enjoyed it too much not to have. The second is Kay’s inner turmoil between right
and wrong. It was apparent later on that Kay felt guilty about the things we
were doing as well as uncertainty about my feelings of them, regardless of my
overwhelming and enthusiastic assurances that I did not think badly of her and
in fact loved her more for the things we did.

The second issue, how Kay felt about what we did when we did it, always seemed
to be the problem. On the rare occasions when we would ‘play’, it always turned
into a source of discontent for Kay. It seemed that she was fighting her inner
desires against what she had decided was proper behavior for her. On one
occasion I had mention a particularly wild idea, mainly as a fantasy, but
acceptable as a reality too. I was surprised at Kay’s enthusiasm about the
topic, but all too soon I heard the familiar comments that let me know that
party was over too.

Well a man can only take so much. I knew we had both changed in many ways. I
changed because I had gained knowledge into the area that brought us together in
the first place, wild sex. How and what I wanted also changed. Kay changed in
just the opposite manner. She seemed to be constantly repressing her desires and
even needs to the point that even normal sex wasn’t even common in our house.
About the only thing that didn’t change was love.

I knew Kay loved me, and I truly love her. I had always thought that I would do
anything for her and also thought I had been doing the right thing by giving her
space to be what she wanted to be, versus what I desired her to be. In the
absence of communication, coupled with her new found guilt and inhibitions, I
became aware that maybe I had been taking the wrong approach with her for the
last 19 years. Feeling I had little to lose, I set out to find out.

By this time Kay and I were both 44. I still didn’t feel old, but Kay seemed to
be stuck in the proper adult mode. Our schedules, work pressure and raising a
teen son along with what appeared to be a lack of desire on Kay’s part, led to a
marriage that consisted of ‘fooling around’ about once a month. Not anywhere
close to what I wanted or needed. The solution to me was a vacation of sorts, in
this case a weekend getaway. I was able to procure a secluded cabin near a lake
about an hour from where we lived. Kay needed a vacation and seemed excited
about the idea. I only hoped she would still be excited by the end of the
weekend.

On Friday afternoon we packed a few things and drove the hour to the lake. As
promised, it was a secluded location. I had a good map, otherwise I doubt I
would have ever found the place. The cabin, not as rustic as it sounds, was more
like what we were using it for, a vacation or weekend retreat. It was a
wonderful example of modern timber and stone, not large but offering all the
conveniences.

After putting the food away and getting our things inside, it was time for an
exploration of the area. We walked the several hundred yards down to the lake
and noticed there was a dock, which we walked out on. It was hard to tell how
large the lake was, but as seclusion was promised, I noted that I could see no
other persons or dwellings in sight. I liked this place and was immediately
pleased and excited, more so by things to come.

After a light meal of grilled steak and shrimp, Kay and I settled onto the back
deck that overlooked the lake. I made sure that part of the provisions were an
ample supply of both our alcoholic beverages of choice, since I had long ago
learned it was the key towards exciting sex with Kay.

For a couple of hours we merely sat, drank, smoked and talked. As was our common
method, talk very rarely involved sex. We talked about the weather, our future
as it was then, our teenage son, work and all the other things that couples talk
about when forced to be alone together. I could tell the wine was working on
Kay. I didn’t bother to see how much she drank, but relied on how she was
handling herself to know when to make my next move.

I will admit to being more than a bit nervous. I was about to cross into a new
territory in our relationship and I had no way of knowing if it was going to be
a good thing or if it would cause the end of what we had together. But
regardless of my concerns, I had to know. That and I wanted not only what I
wanted, but more; and it seemed that if Kay were to be a part, this would be the
only way for me to get it.

I had excused myself to go relieve myself, leaving Kay on the deck. When I
returned, I walked up behind her and began to rub her neck and shoulders. It was
to do two things. One, relax her and two, to make her comfortable with my
presence behind her. After several minutes her eyes closed and I knew it was
time. I quickly reached behind me and with a hand brushed the hair away from her
neck. It wasn’t a practiced move, but I was able to get the collar around her
neck and fastened before she realized what was going on. When she did, she was
surprised but not shocked. After all it wasn’t the first time I had put a collar
on her.

What also was surprising was as I moved away and Kay realized there was an
attachment to the collar. I grabbed my drink and lit a smoke before I moved in
front of her to explain.

“I see you’ve found the leash. This one is a bit different than those I’ve used
before,” I explained calmly. “The chain is attached to a mount in the floor in
the cabin. With it, you have the ability to move about the cabin and out here on
the deck, but no where else.”

Kay had a bit of a smile on her face, one I wasn’t sure would stay there. She
probably mistakenly assumed that this was just me pushing for ‘play’ time.

“You may notice that this collar is a bit different too. There is a metal band
under the leather and the chain is locked to the collar, and I have the key,” I
slowly advised. “There is nothing in the cabin that you could possibly use to
remove either the collar, the lock, cut the chain, or remove it from it’s mount.
From this point on, you are mine to do with as I wish. And my wish list is
long,” I remarked with what had to look like an evil grin.

Kay still didn’t quiet understand how far reaching her situation was. In the
past I had never done anything to her without knowing it be either consented to
in advance or through previous such encounters. This was apparent in her
comment, one she made without knowing it’s real meaning when she spoke it, or
maybe she did.

“I guess I’m your slave to do with as you want,” she said with a slight alcohol
induced slur.

“Indeed you are,” I confirmed as I moved directly in front of her. My own
excitement was apparent to both of us as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants
down. I looked at how hard I was and I looked at Kay and I knew to make the most
of the situation I had created.

I roughly grabbed Kay’s hair in one hand and pulled her up to me. She actually
dutifully opened her mouth to accept me but that would be to let her think she
was in control, a mistake I had made too often in the past. Instead, as I held
her head tightly in place, I used my other hand to cock slap her face and
roughly move it over and past her lips. Only when I was ready did I line up with
her mouth and pull her to me.

“Suck my cock, bitch!” I commanded, while still holding onto her hair.

Kay was enthusiastic at first, but as she reached up with her hand and tried to
pull back off my hardness for whatever reason, I decided to show her a bit of
what she had to look forward to for the rest of the weekend and slapped her hand
away roughly.

“Just your fucking mouth,” I ordered using my hand to guide her up and down.
“Get it all in,” I told her as I pulled her head to me.

As she started to gag she put her hands on me and began pushing me away. I had
not only expected but planned for such problems. I stepped back and after
kicking my pants away moved behind her, quickly placing the restraints I had
brought around her wrists before securing her arms behind her back. Then I moved
back in front of her.

“How I want it,” I informed her, as this time I took two handfuls of hair and
forced myself back into her mouth.

I didn’t want her to gag too much, but I made sure that she felt my balls on her
chin more than she had ever in the past. I pulled out of her mouth as roughly as
I had gone in and slapped her face with my spit covered cock to make sure she
understood that this was no longer about her, it was about me.

I told her again, ‘how I want it’ as I pushed back in and tightened my grip on
her hair, effectively holding her head in place. I then began to pump my hips,
fucking my cock in and out of her mouth. Kay struggled a few times when I made
her take all of me, but she was in no position to complain or stop what I was
doing.

I watched intently as I face fucked her, something I had wanted for a long time.
I repositioned my hands to something I had seen while pursuing some porn sites
on the computer, taking one hand under her chin to make sure Kay kept a tight
seal around my dick, and the other in her hair at the back of her head to
control the motion, or in this case lack of motion on her part.

I will admit I was taking it easy on Kay at this point. I didn’t pound her
mouth, just made her take as much of me as I knew she comfortably could, of
course with a few deep thrusts too. This was a weekend of dreams and desires and
I was going to fulfill as many as I could while I had the chance, so it was no
doubt when the cum started to rise and I felt the urge to let go, I completed
the next item on my things to do list.

I pulled her hair watching her mouth stay in an ‘O’ as I left it. The hand under
her chin went to my throbbing dick and I pumped away. I held Kay in place as I
shot my load across her face, onto her hair and dripping some down the front of
her. I pulled her back close and rubbed the head in the mess on her face before
pushing back into her mouth ordering her to lick it clean.

Initially satisfied, I moved off for a post-nut smoke. I also pulled my pants
back on. Kay was left with streaks of semen on her face and a few drops on the
blouse she was wearing. After a moment to gain her composure she got up and made
her way to the bathroom, he chain dangling behind her. This would be the first
moment she would have to realize the gravity of her situation.

“Are you done, or does this stay on awhile longer?” she asked, her face no
longer messy.

“It’s going to stay on until I decide to take it off,” I said calmly. Kay sat
and took another sip of her wine and lit a cigarette of her own, probably
contemplating what I had planned. If she only knew.

“I have to run an errand,” I told her, watching the surprised look on her face.
I stopped her with an upheld hand before continuing. “In the black bag in the
bathroom are some shaving items. While I’m gone, I expect you to shave your
pubes smooth. You don’t have to, but it would probably be better for you to do
it than me to be disappointed that you didn’t. Either way it’ll get done.”

I walked around to the truck and drove off, safe in the knowledge that there was
no way Kay could get lose while I was gone. I also wondered how she would handle
her clothing. I knew with the collar and chain she couldn’t get her top off and
I wondered if she would do as I had instructed and then re-dress or be partially
or totally nude when I returned. It didn’t matter to me either way as I would
soon have her naked regardless of how she felt about it.

My trip took a little longer than I had expected, lasting about 50 minutes.
Without much to do, it didn’t surprise me to find Kay on the deck fully
clothed.

“Where did you go?” she asked annoyed.

“Did you do as you were told?” I asked, returning the attitude.

‘Well, yes.”

“Good. Show me,” I instructed.

Kay looked at me with a sort of confused look, but got up to go inside.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.

“I have to take my pants off to show you,” she explained.

“Here. Now,” I ordered.

Kay looked around. It was totally dark except for the dim lighting on the deck.
There could have been a thousand people in the darkness watching but we both
knew there was no one for miles around. Slowly, she began to unfasten her pants
and pull them down along with her panties. Soon she was naked from the waist
down.

“Over here. Let me see how well you did,” I told her. “Put a foot on the
table.”

She did and in doing so, it made for easy access to her now bald pussy. I let my
hand roam around checking for stubble. Then the real test. I let my finger slide
between her lips and sure enough, she was wet.

“Very good. Now get the rest off.”

“You’ll have to take the collar off for me to get the top and bra off,” she
answered.

“No, that’s not going to happen. Here let me help you with it,” I offered
kindly.

Kay stood still until I pulled a knife from out of my pocket. Her eyes got very
wide as I opened it and moved closer to her.

“You might want to hold still. I’d hate to accidentally hurt you,” I warned.

I saw Kay take a deep breath as I brought the knife towards her. I was careful,
but I also knew that she had to be feeling some bit of fear having the remainder
of her clothes literally cut and ripped off her. Not to unduly imply any threat,
as soon as she was naked I put the knife away.

I was now free to let my hands roam over the body I loved so much. I took my
time, feeling her breasts and a few pinches and pulls to her sensitive nipples.
When I got behind her, I ran my hands lightly over the cheeks of Kay’s sweet
ass. I loved her ass. I loved spanking it, whipping it and fucking it. But that
was for later. For now, I needed Kay to relax more.

I went and fixed myself another drink and refilled Kay’s wine glass. I took a
door mat and laid it beside my chair and as I sat, I motioned Kay beside me,
pleased that she assumed her position on the mat.

I let the moment stay as it were with no talk. We both smoked and drank, and
every few moments I would reach over to stroke Kay’s hair and face or tits
lovingly. It was how I wanted things to be, the woman I loved beside the man
that she loved. I stood and undressed too, then sat back down.

“Did anyone tell you to do that?” I asked when her had reached out to stroke me.
Kay quickly pulled her hand back as if bitten by something.

“You should at least ask permission. You need to remember that my body is mine
and your body is mine. If you aren’t told to do something, you need to ask
before doing anything,” I explained.

“Can I stroke you?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, that would be nice,” I answered politely.

I let her stroke me to hardness as I played with her tits and nipples. I could
learn to enjoy constant companionship such as this. Much better than sitting in
a room alone looking at porn and wishing Kay was as pleasing and fulfilling as I
wanted her to be instead of jerking off to those thoughts. Thinking of all those
times Kay had ignored my needs just helped me know what I was doing was right,
at least for me. It also renewed my irritation and anger at her.

“Let’s go,” I told her as I stood, grabbing her arm and leading her inside the
cabin.

I led her to an open place in the middle of the main room and instructed her to
stand. The restraints on her wrists were secured together in front of her. A
pre-positioned tether was removed from a hook and soon Kay was naked, except for
her collar, with her arms over her head. In short order, her ankles had similar
restraints applied and her legs were held apart by a spreader bar.

I stood back and admired my prize for a moment. Kay was a very beautiful woman
and I adored her body. Even more, I adored playing with her body. I walked into
another room and returned with an oversized bag. Looking inside I quickly found
what I was looking for. I made sure Kay saw what I had.

It’s odd that such a special item can be so easily found at such reasonable
prices compared to other purchases I had made. Less then $10 dollars puts a
riding crop into the hands of anyone that wishes to use it for it’s intended
purpose or, as was in my case, other purposes.

I held the crop firmly and began to use it to caress Kay’s skin, starting with
her face and neck. I let the leather tip cross a nipple and smiled as my
helpless wife shuddered. I always enjoyed this part, the part where Kay knew
there would be pain, but not where or how much. Since I’m not sadistic by
nature, I have to remember that a certain amount of pain turns Kay on and that
makes what I am doing a worthwhile effort.

I continued to let the leather tip run down her stomach and between her legs. A
few simple pats with the crop gave possible insight to things to come, but I
managed to spin Kay around and try the crop out on her delectable ass first. I
made sure to use short strokes and to aim just the tip to her flesh. I didn’t
want the shaft to hit her at first, so she would have a chance to get into it.
But then I remembered why I was here and doing what I was doing and let go with
a medium strength swat across her ass.

Kay jumped and yelped, “Hey, take it easy.”

“What you don’t like that?” I asked.

“It kinda hurt,” she responded, regardless of her position.

She was expecting the old me. The new me was a bit pissed at her daring to make
a comment while I was having fun with her body. The new me hit her ass again
just as hard.

“Oww,” she screamed.

I moved quickly in front of my wife and ran the crop up between her legs. “You
know, the neat thing about where we are is I can let you yell and scream all you
want, and no one will hear it.”

I backed off a bit and landing the tip square against her pussy, almost laughing
as she squirmed against her restraints and made a few faces at me, but oddly she
remained quiet. I then traced my way from her bare and spread pussy back to her
shapely tits, where I let the crop graze for a bit.

“Things need to change. Many things. You can either be a part of it or not. That
will be your choice eventually. But as you assumed when I collared you, you are
mine to do with as I please. From now on I decide what and how and when. Not
you,” I informed my wife.

To make my point I used the crop on each of her tits and nipples, leaving slight
red marks on both as she flinched at the pain it inflicted. These were just
attention getters for now though. I decided to leave any real torture for later
in the weekend. I had other things to do for now.

I removed the tether from Kay’s wrists and hooked it to her collar chain to keep
her in place. I then pulled her arms behind her back and secured them there.
Releasing the tether, I attached it to her wrists so that her arms were
stretched up behind her, forcing her to bend at the waist.

I went to my bag of goodies to get the next item I needed. I stuck the tip of
the bottle of lube to Kay’s asshole and gave it a little squirt. Kay grunted
some but made no sound or movement to stop me. I then lubed a medium butt plug
and went about easing it into place, taking care to go slow and cause as little
pain as the intrusion would allow. It took awhile, but once I was satisfied that
the plug was fully inserted and would stay in place, I went back to my bag.

I then retrieved a pair of adjustable nipple clips and set them to fit rather
loosely. I planned on them being in place for awhile and only wanted them there
as a reminder, not as a source of excruciating pain. I pinched Kay’s nipples
until they were hard and then placed a clip to each nub, checking to make sure
they weren’t too tight or too loose.

By this time I was as hard as I could be. I was getting to the point of no
return, past anything we had ever done before. It was at this moment that Kay
decided to provoke me some and make my decision much easier.

“So what are you going to do to me now?” she asked, fully expecting me to tell
her.

I responded by slapping her ass hard with my hand, telling her, “anything I
want.”

I went outside and gathered up some things from the truck. The first was a pair
of stools I had made in my spare time. I positioned it under Kay and then
assisted her in lowering herself to it. I wondered if she would have been so
helpful if she knew the reason for the stool, but regardless, she was soon
secured on her belly on the stool, basically in a kneeling position over it with
her arms, legs and ankles secured. About the only thing she could move was her
head.

I moved another stool I had made in front of Kay. This one I sat on and as luck
would have it, I estimated the height perfectly as it placed my cock right at
her mouth, which is exactly where it went.

“I brought a friend to help me with you tonight,” I told her.

Kay tried to lift her head, but I pushed her back down. “You aren’t in much of a
position to do anything but enjoy it, so I suggest you at least try. You might
like it,” I added hopefully.

I got up and walked back outside. When I returned, I knew Kay could hear but not
see what was going on. I wondered to myself if she would identify the clicking
sound of a dog’s nails walking on a bare floor. If not, she would surely be able
to tell when he began licking at her pussy, which he did as soon as I allowed
him to get close.

The dog, a black Labrador retriever, licked at Kay for a few minutes then
stopped. I tugged on his leash and walked him around in front of my wife.

“So as not to be rude I’ll introduce you to my new friend. Kay, this is Buster.
Just so you know, Buster is not new to this and I’ve been told he is well
trained. I guess we’ll find out,” I told her as I tugged Buster’s leash.

I put Buster back behind Kay. For her part, she hadn’t said a word. Not a yes,
no, stop or go. But as I placed a hand to her pussy to show Buster what he
should do, I found out why.

Buster wasted no time in lapping up the cunt juice from Kay. I had a feeling she
was turned on and maybe a bit nervous, so I patted her ass some to let her know
I was still there. Now Kay still didn’t say any words, but she did start making
sounds, and for lack of a better way to describe them, they were animal sounds.

Buster soon had enough of his tasty appetizer and looked like he was ready for
more. He was already showing a few inches of hard dog cock so I patted Kay on
the back and gave him the command I was told to use. Buster was well trained, as
I had been told, and soon had his front paws on Kay’s back. He began to hunch
forward trying to find a place for his anxious doggy dick to be. He was
non-aggressive, but insistent in his search for a place to be.

“That’s what the butt plug is for, just so he goes in the right hole the first
time,” I said, not even sure if Kay was even listening to me.

Buster finally found Kay’s slick pussy hole and got himself started. Kay let out
a yelp and a slight scream, but Buster didn’t seem to mind as he kept pushing
himself into her. He just kept hunching forward until his front paws were on her
shoulders and his back legs supported him until he was as deep as he could get
in my wife’s pussy.

Kay’s breathing was far from regular as Buster took a few easy strokes on her.
This didn’t last long and soon he began to rut his new bitch hard and fast. I
moved back to my stool so I could keep an eye on Kay’s face and to keep Buster
well behaved. But it was too exciting to just sit and watch quietly.

“Fuck her, Buster!” I yelled. “Make the bitch take it. Give her your fucking dog
cock!”

Kay was now breathing in time with Buster’s fucking of her cunt, which was
roughly equivalent to hyperventilating. Purely out of concern that my wife was
not breathing properly, I pulled on her hair and placed her mouth over my cock.

“That’s it. Suck my cock you fucking bitch. You’re a real bitch now. Buster owns
you and is using you good and you love it don’t you?” I asked.

I didn’t expect and answer but Kay mumbled something around my hard cock. When
the mumbling turned into more of muffled screams, I had a good idea what was
beginning to happen. I pulled from her mouth so I could watch Buster knot my
slutty wife.

Buster was fucking her hard and fast and I could see Kay’s soaked pussy open for
the knot as it made it’s way into her. He was actually pushing both of them and
the stool across the floor so I put my foot in front of the leg to hold it
still, just to be helpful. When I did he got his last push in.

“That’s it Buster. Give your bitch your cum. Show her you own her now. Give the
slut what she needs,” I commented.

I couldn’t tell if Kay’s screams were of pain or pleasure or some of both. But
there was no stopping what was happening. Buster growled some, drooling as he
panted from exertion and excitement. I knew he would have her soon as his
thrusts became a bit slower and deeper.

Buster did unload in his bitch and Kay took it well. I moved back to the stool
to keep Buster calm until his knot went down, not wanting him to attempt to
disengage and hurt Kay. I petted him and praised him for a job well done and was
a bit surprised to feel a mouth take my own cock again.

Soon I had one hand petting Buster and the other Kay’s head. Her back was
covered in Buster’s drool and I saw he hadn’t scratched her with his paws as he
did his duty. In a few minutes, Buster was able to back away and stuck his head
back between Kay’s legs, as if to survey what he had done. He licked her for a
few moments, causing Kay to shudder and moan around my cock, and then he
retreated to a corner of the room.

I looked over Kay’s back and saw that a pool of dog cum was forming on the
floor. Knowing Buster’s nut juice was now flowing out of my bitch wife sent me
over the edge and I unloaded my own juice in her mouth, making her swallow every
drop.

Once I was satisfied, I untied Kay and let her loose, but I was far from done
with her. Pulling her by her hair I led her around to the backside of the stool
and roughly pushed her face into the pooled mess of dog cum on the floor.

“Lick it up,” I instructed as I held her down to the floor with a foot to the
back of her neck.

Kay stuck her tongue out and while she tried to lick, I rotated her head so her
face would be covered in Buster’s abundant cream. Satisfied she was messy
enough, I pulled her back up to her knees.

“We need to get you a shower now,” I explained.

But instead of taking Kay to the bathroom, I took her out to the back deck. I
secured her hands behind her again and once in front of her, I let the shower
begin. A golden shower that is.

I hosed her off good, thanks mostly to all the alcohol I had consumed. I made
sure to wash away all of Buster’s cum from her face and then rinsed her tits and
pussy too just for good measure. Once I was done, Kay told me she had to go
too.

“Then go. Now,” I told her.

She looked at me for a moment. Then as she stared at me with glassy eyes, I
heard the splash on the deck.

I let Kay take a real shower as I put Buster out for the night and cleaned up
the deck and inside of the cabin. I waited in bed, stirring at the sound of
Kay’s chain as she padded across the floor before climbing in beside me.

“You did very well. I’m extremely pleased and proud of you,” I told her, as my
hands wandered across her chest.

“So did you really enjoy tonight?” she asked.

“Yeah I did. I loved it. I love you. You are so fucking hot,” I told my wife of
almost 20 years as my cock began to stir again.

She humped back against me to show her acknowledgement of my renewed arousal.

“You know, the butt plug you put in me is still there. You didn’t tell me I
could take it out. And neither of you two used that hole yet,” my wonderfully
naughty wife offered.


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