For several minutes, Jenny stood where she was, at the open window, while she considered what she had just seen. It had been such a bizarre, unexpected sight that she was stunned and shocked – as much by the magnitude of her own lust as by the act itself.

Had someone told her about such a thing, she would have thought it disgusting and perverted, but the actual sight itself had not seemed that way at all. The girl had obviously enjoyed jacking the dog off, and the dog had delighted in the act, and it had been fascinating to Jenny.

Would I like to do that? wondered Jenny.

She thought that she would.

And did that naughty girl in the car do other things with her dog as well? Did she maybe take the dog's prick into her mouth and suck on his cock, or lick the fiery-red pricktip – or let the animal fuck her, even? Those thoughts were intensely exciting. The whole concept of having sex with an animal was causing Jenny to tremble with beastly lust.

There were definite benefits in dog-fucking, she realized.

A married woman could get all the cock she wanted from a dog without technically committing adultery, she reasoned. And it would be basic, physical lust, a simple case of give and take with no question, whatsoever, of emotional involvement. One wouldn't want to, say, kiss a dog. It was pure prick and no more. And the dog could never blow the whistle on a girl, either.

Oh! Whatever am I thinking? she asked herself.

Jenny grinned ruefully.

I'd never do a wicked thing like that, she told herself. I'm just hot and frustrated and that makes dog-fucking seem like a good idea but I wouldn't really do it.