He'd heard Old Blue howl.
Sounds like my wife is at the dogs again, he'd thought, shaking his head. But then he had smiled. Dick was well aware of the fact that his wife was a dog-fucker, and it didn't trouble him at all.
But it made him awfully horny.
He stood there for a few minutes, giving Michelle and the dog plenty of time to get uncoupled.
He was a tall, lean woodsman with piercing gray eyes – and a huge prick. That prick was hammering wildly in his jeans now, as hard as the ax in his hand. He figured that he could have chopped wood with a hard-on like that.
But he had a better use for his hard-on. Dick left the ax leaning against the chopping block and headed for the cabin…
CHAPTER TWO
Dick Warden worked for the conservation department as a game warden and fire watcher, and he and his wife lived year around in the rustic cabin. It suited Dick because he was a woodsman who hated the social life of the city, and it suited Michelle since she had plenty of opportunities to fuck the hounds while Dick was working. Had they lived in the city, she would probably have fucked lots of men, being promiscuous by her nature, but she preferred dog cock. And besides, she had convinced herself that by fucking animals she wasn't actually committing adultery or cheating on her husband, whom she loved, in her own peculiar fashion – mainly because he had a whopper of a cock and balls to match.
Besides, bestiality was frowned on in urban areas and Michelle deeply appreciated the privacy of the mountain cabin, where there was no one around to hear the loud, howling fucks she so greatly cherished.
She had no idea that Dick was well aware of her naughty inclinations, knowing full well that his wife was a dog-fucker – and not minding, at all. If anything, he approved. But Michelle believed that she had always been most discreet, and that no one would ever know about it.