Patricia’s no movie star, model, or centerfold. But she could be, what with her face and that body. Luckily for me she decided to become my wife instead. Not too tall, and not too short, and built like a dangerous S turn down a screaming mountain road, Patricia, or Trish as I call her, was a dedicated party girl, from the very moment she reached puberty, some have said.

Not being one who wished to cramp such a high spirited slut, and having inherited the wherewithall to keep her in a custom to which would give her the most freedom, to express her natuarl talents without barriers, or restrictions normally placed on wedded spouces, was probably the biggest advantage on my side of the marriage bargaining table. In fact she fucked my best man in the bridal chambers before the wedding, and gave blow jobs instead of kisses to the men who lined up to pay her a buck at the reception back in the men’s room. Since the buck they gave her was a fresh crisp new hundred dollar bill, I thought it most appropriate myself. Hell, my father even went back for seconds.
Not a shy bone exists in Trish, and when I suggested that she try on a few of the locals on our honeymoon in Hawaii she ended up getting gang banged in the pool at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. That’s the swimming pool with the window connected to the basement cocktail lounge. And though no one in there saw her face they all oggled, belly up to the bar, as she took on no less than ten local men two at a time in both her tight pussy and ass in that lighted baby blue clorinated water just beyond the window behind the bar.

I know, I was there amongst the patrons when Trish did it. And I saw the gold engagement ring I’d given her pierced in her right nipple now flopping up and down the whole time. She told me later that it was her third gang bang, and the best ever. The other two took place in an all white college with the football team, and later the basketbal team in the men’s locker room when she was a cheerleader.
I suggested that maybe the reason this gang bang seemed better was because of the rainbow effect. The men in the pool were tanned all over naturally. Since Trish is a total blond, almost to the extreme of being platinum, she had to lend credence to my theory that the contrasts in color made the difference, at least in her mind. And since sex is 99% mental, Trish was willing to listen to my next suggestion about trying on some black dick once we returned home.
Even with my inherited wealth, I have to put in a full work week at the office as the CEO of my company. But as I explained to Trish, that still left us with the weekends together, and too, as long as she was discrete about it, she could dally all she wanted weekdays while I was busy at work. Since the entire estate is monitored by cameras, I could always catch her antics on the late show when I got home. However I hadn’t expected one thing.
Right after the honeymoon, Trish suddenly turned domestic on me. Oh men continued to hit on her, that obviously wasn’t going to change anytime soon, but now she was turning them down. Well, most of them anyway, and all of them on the weekdays while I was at work.
It was only a month after returning home from our honeymoon that I finally confronted her about her recent self inflicted weekday celibacy that she broke down, and told me what was on her mind.
“I’ve found that I’m in love with my husband,” Trish said firmly, but avoided eye contact as we lounged by our swimming pool behind the house watching the pool cleaners work. “I’ve never been in love before, and I feel that it would be cheating on you if you aren’t around to watch. I know it must sound silly, but it’s just my way of being faithful to you.”
I wasn’t just flattered, I was floored. I’m nearly twice her age, and built like Ron Jeremy, part gorilla, part boar hog. The only way I could possibly acquire sex when single was to pay a high priced hooker to service me, and even they, upon first sight, tended to want to run for the hills. To think that this woman who sported my ring had married me for any other purpose than my money, and having a good time seemed more than just ludicrous. In fact, I couldn’t believe it. Not at first. And I told Trish so, too.
“See, that’s one of the things that I love about you,” she bubbled, “your total honesty. No matter how degrading it might be to you to tell the truth as you see it, you do it just the same as you breath. The same thing is true when you make love to me. You do it without reservation, or judgement with only my pleasure as your guide. Hell Harry, you even let me blow your own father, and fuck your best friend the day we got married. And without an ounce of jealousy in your cuddly Grissly Bear body. I find that the most charming thing of all.”
“You’re serious?!” I gasped in astonishment, suddenly seeing the truth of her convictions.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, silly,” and she turned to me with tears cascading down her cheeks, “I love you Harry.”
We came together then. Meeting between the lounge chairs as it were, and falling to the thick padding that covers the cement around the pool area, were soon making mad, and passionate love to each other under the sun, and in full sight of the pool cleaners. Trish nearly buried under my burly form wriggled, and moaned in ecstasy beneath me like some porno babe mating with swine on a video tape. As always, I saw to her pleasure before securing mine, but somehow this time it was different for the both of us. I’m sure we looked like beauty and the beast to those two men cleaning the pool, but then beauty and the beast is an unusual love story too.
We made a pact that day, much later when the sun was drooping over the horizon, and all of our energies were spent. From now on Trish wouldn’t fuck around unless I suggested it, or gave the go ahead first. In other words we were going to play it up as an extra curricular activity from now on. One in which I would play the role of her ongoing pimp, so to speak, and she in turn would be my sluttish whore for life. Not your standard wedding vows, I confess, but they suited us, and that’s all that really counts between two lovers. In this way the spontinaity of our actions would be for our mutual desires, and not that of the others who might become involved.

Part II:

It happened about the middle of the next work week, around noon Wednesday as I remember it, that I got the call from Trish at my office.
“The new pool cleaners are at the front door inquiring about scheduling their cleaning services,” she was nearly breathless, “and they’re both young, built like Adonis, and as black as the ace of spades. What should I do?”
It was obvious by the tone of her voice that Trish was ready to pee her pants, she was so turned on. Two months ago she might even have raped them without thinking about it, but now she needed my permission, and that was even her own idea.
“Tell them they’ll need to come back this Saturday, as the pool was just cleaned last weekend. What are you wearing now?”
“Well, I was just out sunning by the pool when the door bell rang, and I threw on a wrap over my bikin to answer the door.”
“Okay, so give them a show first,” I replied, “take them out in back, give them a tour of the pool area. You know, show them the lay of the land, so to speak, just don’t let them get too close to you is all.”
“What if they decide to rape me?” Her pout coming through the connection loud and clear.
“Just explain to them that you’re only allowed to be raped when your husband is home, and I’m sure they’ll both understand.”
“This is a test, isn’t it? Hiring the new pool cleaners, and negroes at that!”
“Life is a test,” I replied, then threw a kiss over the wire before hanging up.
Friday evening I came home to find Trish modeling swimsuits in our bedroom. She’d been out shopping all day, trying to find the most daring pool side apparrel available, and some were more than just daring.
“You’ll need to shave for just about everything you’ve bought,” I chuckled, holding up a lime green thong that could barely be called a string bikini that’s how little there was to it.
“I’ll go bald if that’s what it takes to get those two black men steamed up,” Trish giggled, and jiggled inticingly all at the same time.
“I think you might be going about this in the wrong way,” I critiqued, “most men enjoy the hunt, and to be perfectly honest, they also like to unwrap the package, even look forward to the unveiling of mystery that is the woman hidden underneath. Come with me. I’ll do the shaving, then you can model your new outfits for me.”
It took me an hour, but when I was at last satisfied Trish’s hursute bush was trimmed down to just a two inches thick square whitish blond diamond shape above her clit, leaving the rest of her vaginal area clean shaven, and bald as a baby’s butt. This made her already devestatingly gorgeous pussy looking damn near unearthly beautiful, and extremely lude.
“Now those guys will know for certain that your a real blond bimbo,” I chuckled, “if they get this far.”
“I was thinking of getting my pussy pierced once,” Trish said, as I took a warm soft cloth to the area to clean away the lose hairs, “what do you think?”
“A belly button flap, okay. Even a nipple pierced on some woman, such as yourself, looks terrific. However, I’m a little leary about peircing genitailia. Especially when it’s so perfect as yours is without it. And too, is the pain worth the adornment? You could just as easily get a tattoo that says: “Free Pussy,” or “Slut,” or even the old cliche; “Whore,” put here next to your diamond tuft, and it wouldn’t be nearly as painful, and if done properly, a hell of a lot more decorative. If you like, I can get a pen, and put something temporary here for you. So that you can decide for yourself.”
“Okay,” Trish replied, “give it a shot. Something real raunchy.”
“Something like… How about, “Nigger Pussy?”
“Oooooooo, that’s raunchy. But it might offend them.”
“Oh… I know,” and I set to work immediately with a black ink pen until I had:

C
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D
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written along side the bottom right half of the whitish blond diamond tuft angling right towards Trish’s slit.
“That pretty much says it all,” Trish laughed. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now tomorrow when they get here…”

************

I saw the van pull into our driveway on the monitor, and told Trish that they were here over the built in speaker system’s intercom. Since they’d already been shown around the place on Wednesday there was no need for them to go through the formality at the front door again today, and they quickly went around the outside of the house to our back yard, and started working.
As with most pool cleaners these two young black men worked in swimming trunks, and a pair of sandles, showing plenty of well defined naked flesh. However the bulges in these swimsuits looked bigger than those of the previous pool cleaners.
I watched as Trish, after making sure they were well into their cleaning routine, walked out to the lounge chairs wearing a simple peasent blouse, a black skirt, and high heels with a towel over her shoulder. The two men immediately looked very busy, but kept one eye glued to Trish as she stripped down to her bikini. It was a thong bikini that I had picked out. The purple silk one, and by far the most modest of her new shopping spree.
There’s just something about watching a beautiful woman undress so nonchlantly, without a care, or trouble in the world, that will turn on even the most celibate of men. And for Trish that’s doubly true. After having discarded her blouse, to show off her large breasts barely contained in two small triangles. Trish then presented her derriere to the two men, bending way over as she lowered her skirt, giving them an instant woody seeing that modest thong split up the crack of her butt, and at the same time barely cover the lips of her pussy. The way she crawled onto the lounge chair itself was catlike, and seductive in the extreme as she pretened not to notice those two young black men before settling down in the chair face up to get some sun.
“Oh! You’re here already,” Trish acted surprised, then went about oiling her flesh with sunblock as they nodded looking rather stunned.
If I thought the strip tease was something, Trish’s studied application of the sun block on her exposed skin was even more erotic. Her naked flesh taking on a lewd sheen not unlike that of those women who wrestle around in a salad oil enclosed ring. And don’t think her two dark pigeons weren’t watching her every move either.
“Say!” Trish spoke up looking over at the two pool cleaners. “Could one of you put some sun block on my back for me?” Then Trish rolled over onto her belly so as not to catch the two fighting over who could get to her first.
The taller of the two got to her side first, grabbing the tube of sun block as his friend backed off, but stayed close enough to over see that the job was done properly. That’s when the winner, after having applied a gob of sun block to his right hand noticed the small writing just above the waist strap of Trish’s thong that said; “If you’re close enough to read this, you’re old enough to breed with.” The smile that lit up his face then was priceless as he pointed to my penned words for his buddy’s sake. The ball was in their court now.
With deliberate care and gentleness, the young man began to apply the sun block onto Trish about mid back, and that inturn made my wife reach behind her, and pull her hair up out of the way. At first the young man was tentative, sorta just smearing the sun screen around, and then he suddenly got up and straddled Trish’s thighs, and began to give her back a full massage starting high up around her shoulders, and neck muscles. In no time his hands were moving slowly downward, and though I had no sound, I knew Trish was moaning in ecstasy already, even parting her legs just a bit then.
I saw Trish raise up her head just a tad, and say something, then the man’s hands went right to my wife’s exposed buttocks, and started applying a fresh gob of sun screen there, then working down in between Trish’s inner thighs. Trish didn’t even bother to stop her ass from rising and falling as the heat built up in her loins, and that’s when two pairs of swim trunks suddenly slid down those black legs to the padding below.
“Holy shit!” I gasped there in the monitor room as two thick, long black pricks came unfolded out into the sunlight of my back yard directly over my supine wife’s white body. “They’re HUGE!”
Now I know Trish has had more than her fair share of cock in her short lifetime, but these two could have been stand-ins for the so called donkey show in Tijuana, so to speak, and I was suddenly concerned for Trish’s well fare, and safety. But as soon as Trish turned her head, and saw those two mammoth black cocks she flipped over onto her back, grabbed the closest one with her right hand, pulled it towards her face, and parted her painted lips to suck it into her mouth. Trish got close to the first six inches of that throbbing night stick down her throat before her gag reflex kicked in, and made her back off just a touch before trying to swallow it whole again. And Trish kept trying until she was deep throating close to ten inches of that foot long prick with real zeal. The man starting to move his hips back and forth fucking my wife’s face, and throat with vigor.
By then the taller fellow, who gave her the massage, was pulling her thong down past Trish’s knees, and linning up his black anaconda with my wife’s weeping wet white fuck slot as he moved over top of her. I’ll give him this, he didn’t just shove it in, but took his time easing that big black cock into Trish’s delicate white body, but with persistance nonetheless. Until finally his big black ball sack settled up snug against my wife’s white ass. I came all over the monitor screen looking at the stark contrast in colors as my wife’s white cunt was stretched out around a black prick as thick as my wrists for the very first time.
The guy with his dick up her cunt pointed down at the penned in tattoo, and I saw them laugh as they got into a synchronized rhythm of fucking in and out of Trish at both ends. Trish managed to flick her thong off of her feet, and it went flying into the pool as she lifted her legs up and scissored them around the waist of the fellow fucking her pussy out there in the open air next to our swimming pool. I doubt that in her present state of heightened sexual awareness, as it were, that I could have pried her away from those two black men even if I could have picked them all up and threw them in the water simultaniously. So instead, I cleaned up the mess I’d made of the monitors, and kept taping the three way interracial orgy so that we could watch it later at our leisure, making a mental note to have microphones installed next week for the future.
Trish told me later that she started cuming the moment that black dick entered her snatch, and didn’t stop cuming until long after the two men dumped their loads in her body, and returned to cleaning our pool. I did notice that she was still trembling even though she’d passed out on the lounge chair, when the shorter man hauled the thong out of the deep end of the pool an hour and a half later.

Part III:

The Saturday rainbow three way became almost routine after that, with new helpers coming over as the new pool cleaners business grew to take in the whole neighborhood’s pool cleaning services, thanks to Trish’s enthusiastic endorsements. So that by the month’s end she’d tasted no less than six different black dicks, and found that she was aquiring a real passion for chocolate meat sticks. Which was fine with me now that I had both sound and picture. And with word of mouth passed along about my wife’s friendly nature, Trish started going out to the lounge chair naked after that first Saturday. Then one Saturday things got decidedly strange.
“They’re here,” I said into the intercom, “looks like fresh meat, too!” I added seeing the two new guys get out of the van.
Trish was off and running. And then I caught sight of something else, but it was too late to warn her as the older of the two men, the one with the shaved head, was suddenly joined by a large bushy black dog from the back of their van. In fact both men were older than the usual workers they’d been sending over every weekend. I switched monitors following the pool cleaners every move to see what they would do, but when they got to the tool shed, and pulled out the cleaning gear, and went right to work I pulled my hand away from the phone.
Their dog, as I said, was a big black hairy beast, but he couldn’t have been too old the way he frollicked, and ran all around the two men as they made their way to the back yard, and set right to work cleaning our swimming pool. I don’t think the men even noticed Trish out there sunning her naked flesh until after their dog began to nose around, and Trish’s scent caught, and held his interest. Even then, the two men just leared at my wife, and kept on working without saying a word.
Trish’s moan of pleasure brought my attention back to the monitor focused on her, and there was my wife, still lying on her belly face down with her white blond mane covering her eyes as that huge hairy mutt’s muzzle pressed inbetween her parted thighs licking at Trish’s pussy. I became erect immediately seeing the dog turn my unknowing wife on like that with his tongue. His piggish head full forward stretching out his short neck behind her making him look like he were pointing at game. Trish’s rear starting to bounce up and down on the lounge chair as her body responded to the cannine’s oral stimulation was a sight to see.
“Looks like Bear found himself a friendly willing bitch,” said the bald headed black man with the muscle beach physic putting down his tool, and walking towards Trish and the dog.
“Yeah mon,” replied the fellow in dread locks doing the same as his partner, “Bear always be finding de good looking horny bitches, I think.”
“No wonder the boys always volunteer to come over here on their off days, Sam,” said the bald guy.
“Never send a boy, eh Jaffee,” Sam replied, and both men slipped their trunks down, sporting the two biggest, blackest, meanest looking pricks I’d ever seen. With Sam’s cock reaching nearly down to his knees, and vein covered, it was uncircumsized.
Trish still had no idea that it was a dog lapping her slit to her first orgasm of the afternoon, and had instinctively raised her rear end up so that she was on her knees with her chest resting on the cushion of the lounge chair. In effect wagging her butt back at the huge beast, offering herself as if she really were a bitch in heat.
“Lady,” Jaffee said, “if you don’t stop doing that, you gonna get a snatch full of that young pup’s frisky cannine cock.”
“Huh?!!!” Trish croaked, barely lifting her head off the cushion, suddenly realizing that something was amiss, but not quite ready to curtail her approaching orgasm.
“I said. If you keep that up my dog’s gonna end up fucking you.”
“D…dog?!!” And looking back over her shoulder Trish saw what they were talking about, and nearly jumped out of her beautiful skin trying to get away from the beast until she spotted those two huge black pricks pointing her way. “I thought…”
“…that it was one of us?” Jaffee finished for her.
“Well yes, you see…” Trish blushed.
“No problem, ” Sam interrupted, and as Jaffee shooed Bear away Sam brought his long black pipe right up to my wife’s face, “here you go sweet thing. Already primed just from watching you and the dog going at it.”
I saw Trish’s eyes bulge then, but she was looking at the dog, and when I switched monitors I saw the animal’s gnarly cannine prick as well, and it was a huge barbed, skinned piece of meat that looked like it had swallowed a baseball, as ugly, formidable, and alien to humanity as anything I could ever have imagined. I knew then that I would soon be getting Trish a new toy to play with around the house. Her lips parting to allow the hooded head of Sam’s long ebony pole to slip into her mouth then, as Jaffee tied Bear to a nearby tree before joining them and stretching my wife’s pussy out around that big black dick like nothing had before this.
“Damn baby! What you been feeding this lately? Pimple dicks?” Jaffee groaned in pleasure as he sank the last inch in, and his balls rested on Trish’s upturned ass.
“Never send a boy, eh,” Sam chuckled, with half of his cock down my wife’s throat.
“Yeah, this white bitch is real tight,” Jaffee said, “and boy does she love black cock. Just look at her wriggle that hot white ass. I wonder if her husband knows what a low life white trash slut he’s married to? Think she might have cuckolded him, Sam?”
“Naw, I heard about her before we got the account, mon. They say she just love to fuck, and de old man he loves to see her fuck, too.”
Both men were sawing their cocks in and out of my wife’s body. And talking about her, instead of to her, the way they were, seemed to turn Trish on even more. She began to buck her pussy up along the length of that thick black shaft every time Jaffee pumped into her now. Her body undulating between the two black men looked like a continuous white wave in motion. Trish never looked so down right gorgeous slutty as she did right then servicing those two older black pool cleaners with all three of them all shined up with perspiration dripping from them as they blasted into orgasma with Trish their cum dump well of plenty over flowing onto the lounge cushions below.
In a sense those two men were right, I am a voyour, and since Trish fucks other men, with my knowledge, and approval, that makes me a cuckolded husband of sorts. Still, neither of us is into head, or power trips, so I guess you could say we’re just kinky, or a half a bubble off of plumb. The point I’m trying to make here though is that while these two men could turn my wife on, they had no chance of turning her away from me, or taking over our lives. You see, we don’t really care what other people think, and too, we are independently wealthy. Also, I sport a healthy nine and a half thick inches of pussy pleasure myself. It just doesn’t look as stark raving nasty going into that white pussy of Trish’s on film, or video tape like those contrasting black cocks do.

Part IV:

I suppose it looked pretty much like any other kennel hidden though it was out in the country, and surrounded by a whole forest of trees, and well off the beaten path. But the difference was that it was a kennel for specially trained sporting animals, and not just dogs either. Though dogs are their main source of income, they also train small ponies, burros, and other relatively harmless domestic animals on how to mate with humans, and can lease, or just sell them outright for a great deal of money. They don’t advertise, but word of mouth has kept them in business for over half a century now, and with the money they take in it isn’t surprising that the place is so well kept up, clean, and fashionable.
“I followed the Dog Star,” I said by way of introducing myself, using the code phrase I’d been given.
“You must be Harry. I’m Walt,” the lean cowboy said shaking my hand, “and this must be your lovely wife Trish who I’ve heard so much about.”
“All raunchy, no doubt,” Trish bubbled, barely able to contain her excitement since finding out that she was going to pick out her live birthday present here.
“Some, but nothing compared to the lavish praise of your natural beauty,” Walt replied turning to take us on a tour of his ranch hideaway. “My wife Jill’s in the kitchen making us a fresh pot of coffee, and should be joining us shortly. I thought we’d start with a tour of the kennel area first, then mosey over to the barn after that before we sit down and talk. Jill trains all the dogs herself, and of course helps me with the larger animals once it’s time…”
He kept up a running commentary through the whole tour, only breaking to introduce Jill, his stunning Norma Jean look alike wife when she joined us. I think more than anything there, Jill impressed Trish the most. The woman was a Harvard Law Graduate, had the looks, and the smarts to become a successful celebrity in movies, modeling, or what ever field she chose for that matter, and here she was living in the back woods training animals how to fuck humans without a net. And to do that, she had to give them her own vuluptuous flesh as a training tool. She personnally fucked each and every animal on the ranch before it ever got sold, and with her fondness for animals in general, she was perfect for the job.
“Sometimes my cunt feels like a moon crater after fucking one of the ponies, or a burro, but I wouldn’t changes jobs for all the money in the world,” Jill confided to Trish as we arrived at the kennel.
“We have most of the pure breeds here,” Walt continued, as we walked with them through the kennel, and he pointed out various dogs, “as small as miniature Dashounds, to French Poodles, and the larger breeds like St. Bernards, and Great Danes, with a few various sized mutts sprinkled in here and there for the discerning buyers.”
“There!” Trish pointed, and immediately I saw what looked like the twin to Jaffee’s dog. “What kind of dog is that?”
“Benji? Oh, he’s a Malmute. I think he’s got a bit of St. Bernard in him though. One of our friendlyest, and yet best disiplined dogs here. Won’t initiate any sexual contact, sniffing between legs, and such, but give him the right hand signals, and your off to the races. He use to be a guard dog before we got him, and he’d still be there if they hadn’t caught him screwing that woman from accounting on her office couch. She cried rape, but it couldn’t have been, and it was hushed up once we stepped in and took him off of their hands. I let him out at night, and he still goes into guard dog mode when I do. Wouldn’t hurt a soul unless provoked, is great with kids, but scares the hell out of you in the dark when he creeps up on you, and growls.”
“Sounds ideal to me,” I said, “but let’s see what else you have to offer before we sit down, and talk business.”
The tour lasted two hours, and included video tape footage of Jill mating with several of animals during their training periods including her wrestling with a 300lb. boar hog in a mud hole which was just down right filthy. We talked prices over coffee, and in the end purchased Benji, and one of their miniature Palimino stallions, named Trigger that was really no taller than Benji, but had one hell of a cock on him for that size. Both animals were house trained, which was the only stipulation I made to Trish on the ride over. They would be delivered during the week while I was at work, and after one last visit to their vet, and of course the blacksmith for Trigger’s rubber house shoes, along with a month’s supply of food for both, that I paid extra for. I signed the check, and handed over a pair of well worn shoes from both Trish and I to let the animals get use to our scent, as I’d been instructed, and we drove home, with Trish flashing her tits most of the way, or sucking my dick in our Mercede’s convirtable.
Once home Trish buried herself in the instruction booklet they’d given us, and we both started honing up on hand signals. I mostly concentrated on those that put Benji into his guard dog mode. As it was a Saturday, and we’d missed the pool cleaners, I thought a night out for dinner, and some shopping at the mall might be in order, and we were soon on the run once again.
After our gormet meal, we hurried over to the mall ending up in front of a Victoria’s Secret Boutique by mutual excitement. Once inside Trish harried the sales ladies with endless questions, and delighted in modeling everything for me to their chagrin, and constant embarrassment. Even the sheer panties, and bras with the matching garterbelts, hose, and high heels. However the embarrassment cooled as I bought everything Trish modeled for me, and the dollar signs started showing in their beady little eyes. They didn’t even flinch when at the end Trish layed down a pair of beige silk thong panties with a load of my cum staining the crotch face up. Just added it to the total without touching the item with their hands, directly unclipping it from the store hanger to fall into the shopping bag before handing it back to a giggling Trish.
After leaving the Boutique I had one more surprise for Trish. The smile on her face was priceless as I turned into the parking lot of an old aquaintance of mine, who just happens to run a tattoo parlor. Trish listened as I told my buddy what I wanted, handing him a drawing I’d made, then giggled with nervous antispation as he took her into the back where he does those kind of tattoos. And as I watched the store front for him I heard her continue to giggle as he applied the the needle to her flesh.

Thursday night, the day after Benji, and Trigger arrive home, Trish was once again modeling for me up in our bedroom. The meat stamp like tattoo on her right rump below the dimple said GRADE “A” WHITE TRASH, in the outer circle with a large W in the center. The outer circle in red ink, and the inner circle in green, with the print all in blue ink. The tattoo on her mons nestled up against her diamond shaped bush in front simply said; “Dog Pussy,” in black ink where I had penned Cum Dump two weeks before. Trish looked like a hundred dollar hooker in her fancy lingerie, wearing a quarter cup bra, that left her nipples exposed, clearly showing her ring pierced nipple, the matching satin garter belt, and thong bikini panties going well with the seamed thigh high nylons, and ankle straped high heels, all in black by the way, accentuated her heightened sexual awareness like nothing else could have.
“I guess I’m all set,” Trish said, her voice trembling in nervous excitement.
“I’ve got the cameras all set up down in the workout room behind the two way mirrors, you won’t even know I’m there, let alone taping all of this,” I announced. “And in case I haven’t said it lately…you are one hot looking babe. I love you. Give me a moment to get Benji, and Trigger in there, before I go behind the mirrors, and I’ll start taping the moment you step inside the playroom.”
I hurried down stairs, collecting our new pets on the way, and tying Trigger up to one of the workout benches I left Benji lose, and went to the secret room behind the west wall’s full length mirrors. Trish must have been in a hurry to get started, because I’d just turned on the cameras, and tested the sound levels when she entered the playroom/gym. As advertized by Walt, Benji greeted Trish with wagging tail, but made no overt sexual moves on her. Just the average friendly family pet meeting its mistress after her day of shopping, or whatever.
Trish ruffled the dog’s shaggy coat, and scratched behind his ears before petting him with even strokes along his back as she took a seat on the nearest vacant, and unused well padded barbell bench. Benji was a perfect gentleman, and Trigger gazed on with simple curiousity tied up to his bench by the halter as if waiting to be saddled.
With the prelimiary testing of Benji out of the way, Trish gave the first of many hand signals, and Benji moved in between her legs with studied assurance. Once his head was past the stocking tops his tongue sprang out, and started to lick at my wife’s naked inner thighs moving slowly towards the crotch of those silky thong panties of hers.
“Mmmmmmm…looks like baby missed mommy, eh,” Trish moaned, and I lowered the sound level just a touch, and left it there as I closed in on her groin area with the left camera.
I would edit both tapes later on, but for now I wanted to catch everything I could for Trish’s first bestial love feast. I panned, closing in slowly getting a great shot of her pierced nipple, as pencil eraser erect as the other one. Then her firm, but womanly abdomen, before traveling down to where the dog’s muzzle was nearing my wife’s silk covered snatch.
“Ooooooooooooo! I think somebody is hungry for some pussy,” Trish cooed, and gave another hand signal.
Benji’s tongue suddenly swiped up along the crack of my wife’s thonged ass, and followed the material up, and along the grove of Trish’s cunt all the way to her clitty before doing it all over again, and again.
“Ahhh…uhn…oh…yeah…that’s it…like that…oh…uhn…ahhhhhh! Eat me, baby! Eat mommy’s hot pussy for her!” And Trish reached down and pulled the thong aside to give the dog’s tongue full access to her private parts. And I closed in on the tattoo there that said; “Dog Pussy.”
I backed off with the camera for a moment, then zoomed in on Benji’s hind quarters. The bright red skinned looking barbed tip of his cock already beginning to extend from his fur covered sheath looked as ugly and formidable as Bear’s had that day out by the pool. And it was growing exponentially by the minute as Trish’s heated pussy began to turn the dog on. Of course, it goes without saying that Trish was as turned on as a stadium lighting system by this time, herself, and could have cared less what that prick looked like as long as she got it where she wanted it.
“Ooohh, Fuck!” Trish cried out in pleasure, and I’m sure it was mostly for my sake, and the cameras, “I can’t believe how this is turning me on! It’s so fucking raunchy! A dog…a fucking dog is eating my pusssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
Trish was cuming, and for only the second time in her life on the tongue of a dog, but this time that’s not all she wanted. Still, it looked great on tape, and I couldn’t fault her for taking the time, or the instant gratification that animal’s tongue was giving her.
Trigger whinnied, and snorted then, but a quick look showed me that he was fine, just interested was all. And by the time I turned my attention back to Trish, she was lowering her thong to her feet as Benji stepped back to give her some room. Now we’d talked about how she wanted to do this with Benji, but in the end, I decided to just leave it up to her. Doggy fashion, or missionary style, as they say, either, and both were part of Benji’s training as a sporting dog, and whatever Trish felt at the moment would probably look best on the tape we were making. And too, we both figured the less choreographing the better realizm would be apparent in the finished edition. Of course the tape would never see the light of day anywhere outside of our home, but then we were making it only for us anyway so we wanted it to be as exciting as possible.
With the panties out of the way now, Benji stuck his head back into Trish’s wide spread open legs with a real thirst for that wet pussy of hers turning to a much more passionate goal entirely. I stared in awe as he rose up over my wife like some demon spawned from hell, and her legs wrapped around him as that monstrous cock of his moved in towards Trish’s snatch like it had radar. The pointy tip at last nudging up in between those ripe petal like lower lips was at once grotesque, and erotic in the extreme. Benji moved his hind legs closer, his front legs on either side of Trish’s thin waist resting on the padded bench made that gnarly cannine prick tip slip inside of my wife’s moist, cauldren as I closed in to catch the moment.
As sudden as sheet lightening, Benji’s back side lurched forward, his spine bowed up, and his tail stiffened all at the same time as the entire length of his doggy cock skewered Trish’s human cunt forever turning my wife into his bitch of convenience. Trish came, jerking on that padded bench like an epileptic, and I came in my pants just from watching it happen. The tattoo above her clitty had become a reality in a split second.
Once Benji felt his whole dick was up inside of Trish he started a slow, but steady in, and out fucking motion. I knew it had to be the training as dogs normally fuck blindingly fast, and furious only concentrating on getting in, and getting off as fast as possible. A lot like most men when you really think about it, which is probably why a woman like Jill had been needed to train him properly.
I kept in close with the one camera catching every stroke of that cannine cock into my wife’s pussy. Taking note right off that the knot had already started to grow, and when it popped inside of Trish, and stayed there locked, or tied as it’s sometimes called, as it does with any bitch he would fuck. Trish was just babbling incoherently by this time, her arms and legs up around the beast’s back keeping him as secure between her legs as she would any lover, even me.
The unholy union between woman and dog really getting out of hand as Trish opened her mouth for breath, and Benji sticking his tongue in there as if he were French kissing my wife while screwing her. Trish so out of it that she responded by sucking on the dog’s tongue made for quite the raunchiest thing I’ve ever seen. And that included seeing myself fucking her in the same room through the reflection of the mirrors all around us at that time. I was at once jealous, and turned on like never before, and over a damn dog no less, almost cuming in my pants for the second time without touching myself as Benji suddenly started thrusting hard, and fast.
The picture of my wife allowing her body to be used as a scum deposit for a dog will be imprinted on my brain for life as Benji suddenly jerked in, and out of my wife’s cunt sporadicly three, or four times, than on the last thrust jammed every inch of cock he had up her twat, and let loose the flood tides. Thin watery liquid began to leach out around their foul connection. A small river dancing down along her butt crack with the force of gravity soon puddling when it finally reached the floor below them.
In all, a total of thirty minutes had passed since Trish entered the play room, and had become a whore for our dog. It took at least that long again before Benji’s cock knot shrank enough for him to pull out of my wife, and even then she had two more orgasms while waiting for him to do that. But when he did pull his cock out of Trish it was like a dam bursting as puppy making sperm splashed in every direction at once. I swear there must have been a pint of liquid sin that rushed out of that familiar pussy when that happened. It was as disgusting filthy a sight as seeing Jill getting fucked by that grotesquely fat, and ugly 300lb. boar hog in their video tape, and all the more erotic because it was so filthy. I felt as if I was married to a pig myself, and oh how I do love that sow so.
Trish was ready to take on Trigger right away, but I had other plans, and we ajourned up to our bedroom for the rest of the night, right after I put Benji in guard dog mode, outside.

Part V:

I woke up with the sun beaming down on my face through the open curtain, and all alone in our bed. I called the office, and left a message confirming I wouldn’t be in for the day and was taking a long weekend off. I found Trish in the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts, and making breakfast, something she rarely does as I normally catch something on the way to work. Still naked myself, I came up behind her kissing the left side of her neck as I cuddled up to her back, and hugged her. My morning erection poking in between her silken thighs.
“You’re up early,” I said, “and so domestic, too. What’s the occasion?”
“I just figured since you were taking the day off from work that I’d make you breakfast. You need your strength after last night’s marathon.”
“I wasn’t the one who did all of the fucking,” I chuckled, and slapped her naked butt playfully taking note that Benji became immediately alert laying over in the corner when I did that, and giving Trish a kiss first saying, “Hey buddy, she was my bitch long before she became yours. Hey Trish, where’s Trigger?”
“Out in back taking care of business,” she replied as I sat down at the table after pouring two cups of coffee, handing Trish hers first, “I gave them both a bath this morning already, then took a few laps around the pool myself.”
“Was that before, or after fucking them both?” I inquired sarcastically.
“Do I denote a tone of jealousy in your voice, Harry?” The surprise in her own waking me up more than the coffee was.
“Maybe just a little,” I confessed, “you saw how attached Jill got to those animals of hers…”
“Yes I did, but she and Walt are still very much in love with each other, and there’s no reason for love to take on just one person, or thing to the exclusion of all others. You know that.”
“Yeah,” I replied, and pulled her into my lap, “I know that. I just hope Benji and Trigger do as well.”
And suddenly we were making love right there on the kitchen table, with Benji as an audience of one seemingly unaffected by our affections. At last the jealousy inside of me shriveled up then, and I felt silly for letting it rise in the first place as I watched Benji lick up the mess I made of Trish’s cunt afterwards.

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