I am absolutely mortified at the moment. You read all these fantasies about husbands catching their wives in the act and joining in but the reality of it is that life isn't a porno. When my husband looked at me bent over on all fours with the dog behind me the abject horror on my husbands face made my heart drop.
I've always really been into animals. It feels weird to say it out loud honestly, but ever since I can remember I've found animals to be more sexually attractive that people. The human body is fascinating and beautiful in its own way but animals, canines especially seem to grab my attention more than a male model or say a celebrity.
So it was a surprise that when I was 16 I met a guy who I ended up sticking it out with for 15 years. It's had it's up and downs, mostly downs. I still wonder how much easier it would've been if I had just bought a Great Dane and lived on my own in the country somewhere. But a terminal illness and lack of family/friends/support system made sure that I was stuck with this life.
Needless to say about 9 years into our relationship we got a pitbull, male. I've never fully gone with a dog all the way at this point, but the curiosity was fully there. I had occasionally talked with my husband that I had a crazy dark fantasy, but never fully explaining what. I would draw furry commissions and art for people that was pretty explicit and similar to what I was already into. Despite this I never told a single customer what I was into. Porn never got me off and it was difficult to achieve climax with my husband. The curiosity grew and I began looking online in forums like these, and especially on a site called petsex for advice on how to get a male dog to mount. Everyone made it seem straight forward: Bend over, get fucked. Reality though, is never that easy. It took till just two years ago for me to figure out how to get a dog to mount. My husband was at work, child at school, the first time I got properly dicked down by a dog. I tried to keep quiet but damn, no one ever tells you how amazing your first time will be. How hot and wet it is, how sharp and even large it'll feel and most importantly how rough. The bottom line was I was hooked, I was bred, knotted, and absolutely hooked. This is the sensation I had been craving majority of my life and from that day forward I began having sex almost religiously with my dog every time the house was empty.
I unfortunately didn't realize how short lived this would be, just two weeks ago I had to bring the dog into the bedroom to crate for the night as my child was having a sleepover. My husband had decided 2am was now the perfect time to fuck me. As I lay over the bed I glanced down at my dog who was whimpering and restless, his dick protruding from his sheath as he smelled my familiar juices fill the air. I came so hard that night, picturing my dog on me. My husband went to shower shortly after that, and I forgot the number one rule. Don't let the genitals do the thinking. I let my dog out of the crate and bent over in front of him begging him to mount me, He did and he fucked me hard, not once but twice in a row. By the time he had finished I had realized that my husband would be out of the shower soon. I was ass up on the ground on all fours with my dog tongue deep in my pussy licking his juices when the door flew open. The look on my husbands face. There was honestly no explaining this, it was what it was. This spurred on a nights worth of arguing that I honestly thought was going to end with him calling the cops.
Nas semanas seguintes, nossa vida sexual declinou rapidamente. Ele ficava flácido todas as vezes durante e parou de ter todo interesse em mim. Ele me disse que isso realmente não o incomodava e que ele poderia até gostar, mas eu sabia que ele provavelmente não. Ele disse que podia ver os arranhões em meus quadris e que era realmente desconcertante, que queria que eu parasse. Então as perguntas começaram a chegar,
"Quantas vezes?"
"Eles estavam todos nesta casa?"
"Quantos dos nossos animais você fodeu?"
"Há quanto tempo você vem fazendo isso?"
"Isso afetará nossos filhos?"
"O que mais você está escondendo de mim?"
Provavelmente o pior foi quando mencionei que pelo menos não o estava traindo. Ao que ele respondeu: "Eu preferiria isso, pelo menos seria normal."
Estamos atualmente em um lugar estranho. Ele me disse que não quer mais fazer sexo comigo e, sem isso, tenho certeza de que ele vai querer o divórcio. Eu continuo pensando "Poderia ser pior" Mas honestamente ele poderia chamar a polícia, ele poderia contar para minha família, ele poderia contar para meus amigos, ele poderia se divorciar de mim e pegar todos os meus pertences e me expulsar e vender meu cachorro.
É perturbador, mas percebo que a vida não é um pornô. Eu gostaria que ele gostasse disso e aceitasse isso, mas eu nunca fui de manipulação e não vou pressioná-lo se ele decidir que este é o fim do nosso relacionamento.
A maneira como ele olha para mim agora quando abraço meu cachorro ou acaricio outro cachorro é tão perturbadora. Como se ele estivesse prestes a gritar para todos ao meu redor que pervertida eu sou. Sempre foi muito mais do que isso, meus animais são bem cuidados e eu realmente os amo e os mimo, o sexo é apenas uma pequena parte de nossas vidas juntos. Eu simplesmente não posso acreditar que isso aconteceu.
