I CAME out of the bathroom after a much-needed shower before dinner. Mrs. Woodburn was seated at her vanity in bra and panties applying her makeup and fussing with her hair. On the bed was the floor-length, sheer, white nightgown I had packed on Mr. Woodburn’s recommendation.

I knew it well. Trudy had seen it in one of the shops we visited and insisted I get it after seeing me in it. She was convinced it could come in handy sometime with a client. It was one of those gowns that were held by thin straps at the shoulders.

The back was non-existent. It simply dropped to just above my butt. The front was a sheer lace bodice with a single catch between the breasts. The front was open to the floor if I moved. Standing in one place, the gown closed. If I stepped or a breeze caught it, I was exposed. I loved the feel of the gown and how it made me feel. I walked around the tiny efficiency enjoying the feeling of it opening and exposing me, wondering what occasion would have me actually wearing it.

Alongside the gown was a new package of sheer, white thigh-high stockings. On the floor was a pair of white, strap heels.

I was expecting another evening of stockings and heels. “Charles thought you might enjoy dressing up along with us.” I smiled. Dressing up. They were dressing in almost formal outfits. Me? I was ‘dressing up’ in a sheer nightgown.

She stood up and stepped in front of me, her hands grasping mine. She looked intently into my eyes, “Dear, I want to thank you.” I started to protest, but, “No, I mean it. Thank you. Charles is better at this ‘dominant in control’ thing. I just blurt out my feelings, but he feels the same way. What you might do for the firm is one thing. What you do for us, though, is personal. I know he calls you his personal slut, but … well, last night was beautiful and today was stunning.”

We were interrupted by his appearance in the bedroom door. “Are you two going to make me drink by myself?”

We looked at each other and laughed. I said, “Sorry, Sir. I’ll be down as soon as I get dressed …”, I glanced at his wife and smiled, “it won’t take me long.” She stifled another laugh.

MRS. WOODBURN and I were sitting next to each other on the patio looking into the yard to the kennel. Mr. Woodburn was on the other side of his wife and remaining very quiet as I verbally rehearsed what was going to happen.

“Okay, once more.”

She exhaled a big breath and started going through it, again. I will release one of the dogs and she will control it with the commands.

Once he is sitting securely, she will undress in the backyard in front of the dog. I will be standing by the dog to ensure his compliance with the commands. She will then nuzzle the dog, stroking it and scratching the ears. Only then after she has felt the dog’s fur on her bare skin will she lay back with open legs for the dog to lick her. Assuming they do as good a job with her as me, she will orgasm.

After, she will return the favor to the dog. Oral sex between her and her husband is a big part of their loving so it won’t be any more difficult for a dog. Once she has three to four inches of cock out of the sheath she will assume the position. I stressed the idea of using her palm to guide the cock, but the moment might become blurred at that point. I reminded her about the knot.

She turned to her husband who had been very quiet, allowing us to focus on the task.

“Are you still okay with this? You won’t think less of me?”

He moved to her and hugged her. “Never. We’ve talked about this. What I saw Tina doing yesterday, was stunningly sexual. When we talked about canine sex because of these dogs, I wasn’t truly sure how I felt about bestiality. It seemed arousing to think about. Seeing Tina, it was one of the more arousing things I have seen. This excites me, darling. But, it only excites me if it excites you.”

She kissed him and stood up. “I can’t wait any longer.” She walked out into the yard. I had to move quickly to catch up with her.

PADDY was the dog that was at the gate, first. He responded in almost all ways the same as Sammy had yesterday.

Mrs. Woodburn screamed out when the knot entered and when her orgasm rocked her world. While tied to the dog, her husband sat next to her, stroking her bare back. “That was the hottest thing I have seen.”
She turned her head to him, “I thought you said what you saw yesterday was the hottest thing you have seen.”

“It was … until now. You’re my wife. That made it hotter.”

She smiled at him, fatigue taking hold of her as the dog pulled against the knot. When they separated, she collapsed to the ground, sprawled on her front. She rolled over, raised her upper body to gaze at the mess of her gaping pussy. Her husband kissed her and whispered something into her lips. She glanced at me. In far more than a whisper, she responded to him while holding my eyes.

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask her. Or command her.” She winked at me.

He turned to face me, “Slut, you’ve cleaned my cock after we fucked. You’ve greedily swallowed my cum when you sucked me. Are you slut enough to clean my wife’s messy and well-fucked pussy?”

I looked at them. These two were truly in love. She had commented that his proclivity to a mistress and now me only seemed to stimulate their own sexual relationship. It seemed an odd thing but I didn’t doubt it after this weekend with them.

Dog cum. As I stared at her gaping pussy, I knew in my heart my relationship with them and their dogs were only beginning and where my slut role might take me I wasn’t sure but these two were an adventure I was excited about.