Surprising Sandy

   

   

        I  liked Sandy long before she married Sam, and actually had known 

   her  longer  than  Sam,   even  though we had become very close friends 

   over  the last several years.  To tell the truth I had watched her grow 

   up.   She's nearly 15 years younger than me and I have known her family 

   all  my  life.   She  is 26 now and quite a woman.  I was happy for Sam 

   when I heard they were marrying, and a bit envious as well.

        Sandy  is  a  tall drink of water with fabulous legs and tits that 

   are  remarkable  as  well.   She's always been a tease and when she was 

   still  in  high  school she used to flirt with me like crazy whenever I 

   was  around  her.   Somehow I managed to resist the temptation when she 

   was  too young to mess with.  By the time she got old enough she seemed 

   to  be  too envolved with other men all the time and didn't flirt quite 

   as  much as before.  But I still had my share of fantasy fucks with her 

   and  always loved to see her when she was showing off those legs, which 

   was often.

        After  she and Sam got married we did lots of things together as a 

   couple  and it was just accepted by us all that Sandy and I would flirt 

   with  each  other.   We  both  loved  it  and  Sam  didn't seem to mind 

   either.   I  never  considered  the possibility of actually fucking her 

   after she married Sam.  At least not until about six months ago.

        It  was  the middle of the summer and Sam had borrowed some garden 

   tools  from  me  that he had neglected to return.  I called him at work 

   on  my  day  off  and asked about them, as I was planning on doing some 

   yard  work  that  day.  He apologized for keeping them so long and told 

   me  to  go  over  to his house and get them out of his shed if I needed 

   them.   He  said  not to bother to ring the doorbell, because Sandy was 

   gone shopping and there wouldn't be anyone home.

        When  I  got  to  his  house  I noticed the car that Sandy usually 

   drives  in  the driveway, but he didn't say she went shopping alone, so 

   I  didn't bother to ring the bell, but just went around the side of the 

   house toward the shed in the backyard.

        What  I  saw  when  I  turned the corner made me stop in my tracks 

   with  my  mouth hanging open.  Sandy was laying nude on a chaise lounge 

   in  the  center  of the backyard with her back to me.  She wasn't aware 

   that  I  had  discovered her and was far too busy to notice me standing 

   there.   She  was  busy being fucked, and I do mean being fucked.  What 

   really  took my breath away was that she was being fucked not by one of 

   Sam's friends, but by their german sheppard.

        I  stood  there  transfixed, staring at the lewd sight in front of 

   me.   Sandy  was on her stomach with her legs hanging over the sides of 

   the  lounge and one of her big tits hanging down over the right side as 

   well.   Her head was turned to the left and the fucking dog shielded me 

   from  her  line of sight even if she had looked back over her shoulder.  

   She  was  moaning softly and the big sheppard was pumping her steadily, 

   fighting  to  keep  his balance as he shifted the position of his front 

   paws on the pretty woman's naked back.

        I  was  slowly  aware  that  Sandy  was talking to the dog softly.  

   "Yes,  thats  a  good  boy...fuck  your  bitch...your  bitch  is  soooo 

   hot...fuck  your little dog fucking slut bitch deep and hard...do it!", 

   she seethed.

        The  dog  suddenly  yelped and started pumping faster into Sandy's 

   upraised  bottom.   She  fucked  him  back,  moving  her  hips in small 

   circles  as  the dog began cumming inside her, and plainly began having 

   an  orgasm of her own.  I couldn't have walked away if I had wanted to, 

   and I wasn't about to miss any of this.

        The  dog  finally spewed out all his fuck and his long dick made a 

   popping  sound  as  he  freed  it  from the clenching muscle of Sandy's 

   cunt.   Sandy  turned,  planning,  I think, to pull the dog to her once 

   more, but instead became aware of my presence.

        "Oh  God!  What are you....did you see...ohhhhh nooooo!", she fell 

   back to the lounge and began crying with shame.

        I  walked  over  to  her,  not  sure  really what to do.  I hadn't 

   planned  on  witnessing  anything  like  this, but I surely didn't want 

   Sandy  to be upset.  I supposed she was afraid that I would tell Sam or 

   that  I  would think badly of her after seeing her let the big dog dick 

   her.

        "Sandy...its  ok.   Look,  I'm sorry I walked up on you...I had no 

   idea  that you were even here, and Sam told me to walk on around to the 

   shed  to  get  my tools.  Please don't cry, its really ok.  I won't say 

   anything  to  Sam  about  it,  I promise.  And to tell you the truth, I 

   found  it  very exciting."  I knelt beside her as she continued to sob, 

   her face turned away from me.

        "But  I'm  so  embarrased!   I  thought I could do that and no one 

   would  ever  know.   I  should have known better!  I'm so stupid!", she 

   cried.

        "Awwww,  Sandy.   Sam  wouldn't be upset if he knew you fucked his 

   dog,  would  he?   I  mean  its not like you were fucking his friend or 

   something.   Shucks,  if you were mine I'd be wanting to watch you fuck 

   the dog, especially after seeing it just now.  It made me so hot!"

        "You're  just  being  nice", she said.  "I know you think terribly 

   of me now...our friendship will never be the same."

        "Well,  it  may  never  be the same, thats true.  But hopefully it 

   will  be  even  better now.  Who knows maybe your little secret will be 

   even  safer  now  that  I  know about it.  Maybe I can help you satisfy 

   your needs now that I know what they are."

        "But  its  not like I have some wierd need to let dogs fuck me all 

   the  time....I  was  just  so  hot  and  so horny...Sam is great, and I 

   really  love  him,  but  he  only  fucks  me two or three times a week.  

   Shit,  there  are  days  when I need fucking two or three times.  All I 

   have  to  do with the dog is just finger myself a little around him and 

   he's ready."

        "Sandy,  I  understand,  really I do.  Believe me, I've know women 

   like  you and I really do understand what you're saying.  But you don't 

   have  to  try  to deny your enjoyment of letting the dog stick his meat 

   into  you, I understand that part too.  Its the very fact that it is so 

   depraved  and  dirty  that  meets  a  need that you feel.  Sam probably 

   isn't  ready to accept that part of who you are yet, but in time we may 

   be  able  to bring him around.  In the meantime, I really do think that 

   I can help you out."

        "But  I  feel  like  such a slut!  How can you still want me for a 

   friend?"

        "Sandy,  Sandy!   I  know  you feel like a slut, you looked like a 

   slut  too.   But that isn't necessarily bad, is it?  I mean, you can be 

   a  slut  without  going  all  over town fucking any man who has a cock, 

   even  if you might enjoy thinking about doing that very thing.  And who 

   are  you  hurting  by  playing  around with the family pet from time to 

   time?   Are  you  turning  Sam  away and not fucking him because you're 

   getting  some  different  dick?   No,  of course you aren't.  You still 

   want  to  fuck him as much as ever, and if he wants more of your little 

   hole  you'll  give  it  to  him gladly, I know.  You see, Sandy, you're 

   being  a  slut  isn't anything that is going to ruin your marriage, but 

   it may in fact be the very thing that saves it."

        "You  make  it  sound like sluts are special or something.  No one 

   really feels that way about women who let dogs fuck them."

        "Trust  me,  Sandy.   Look...if  you had continued fucking the dog 

   here  at  home like this Sam would have eventually caught you.  Even if 

   he  didn't  you  sooner  or later would have turned to some man to help 

   you  meet  your  needs.   But  not just any man would really understand 

   your  needs  and  you might wind up losing Sam over an affair with some 

   guy  that  wouldn't  be any more able to satisfy you than Sam is.  With 

   me,  its going to be different.  Different for lots of reasons, not the 

   least  of  which  is the fact that I am Sam's friend.  I'm not going to 

   try  to steal you away from him or anything like that.  You know that I 

   care  alot  about  you and always have, but I'm not in the market for a 

   wife  right  now, and have no compulsion to encourage you to leave him.  

   I  want  the two of you to be happy.  And I think between the two of us 

   we  can slowly bring Sam around to the point that he will be able to be 

   all  that  you  need  for him to be sexually. In the meantime if you're 

   willing  I can fill some of the void that you are feeling and even help 

   you  spend  some  safe time with the dog as often as you like. You just 

   have to trust me and do as I say for a while.  Can you do that?"

        "You won't tell Sam?", she asked, calming a bit now.

        "I  won't  tell  him,  but  he  has to know eventually.  Thats the 

   whole  point.   You  can't  deny  the submissive nature that is so deep 

   inside  you,  nor  can  you  pretend  that  a couple of fucks a week is 

   making  you  happy.   But  its alot for Sam to take in one bite, and we 

   will  have  to  gradually  bring  him around.  I know we can do it, but 

   you'll  have to let me introduce Sam to some of my friends before he'll 

   be  able  to  accept  your  hunger.  I know it won't be easy for you to 

   think  about  Sam having sex with other women, but if you'll just trust 

   me  and  let your fucking me make you even, you'll have him in the palm 

   of  your  hand  in a very short time, I'm sure.  Or perhaps it would be 

   more  accurate  to  say  that  he'll  have you in the palm of his hand.  

   Whichever,  you'll  find  Sam  much  more  capable  and  interested  in 

   satisfying your deepest needs by the time we're done."

        "You're  going  to  fix Sam up with some of your girlfriends?  How 

   is that going to help my marriage?"

        "You  see  Sandy,  Sam  probably does have the image of sluts that 

   you  were afraid that I might have.  The only way to change that is for 

   him  to  come  to  appreciate sluts as much more than just cheap fucks.  

   When  Sam  begins  wishing  that  you  were  a slut like the girls I'll 

   introduce  him  to  he'll  be  ready to accept you gradually becoming a 

   slut,  and  he'll  even think that he is turning you into what he wants 

   you  to be.  You'll be getting exactly what you want and need from Sam, 

   but  he'll  think that its the other way around and he'll love you even 

   more  for  giving  into his requests.  Meanwhile, I'll pretend that I'm 

   keeping  you  busy  while  he's  fucking  my  sluts, but I'll really be 

   helping  you  get  your needs satisfied with no fear of him discovering 

   our real activities."

        "Damn...how  did  you  think of all that so fast?  You'd think you 

   had  been  planning  this whole thing for years or something!"  She was 

   truly impressed.

        I  chuckled  at  the  look  of  wonder  on  her  face  and  at the 

   realization  that  she  would  soon  be  taking my dick.  "I've done it 

   before,  Sandy,  for  other women.  It works great, and is nearly fool-

   proof  as  long as you do exactly as I say to do and don't let yourself 

   get  upset  about Sam getting some strange stuff in the process.  If it 

   will  help  any you can fuck me twice for every fuck that Sam gets...or 

   even three times if you like."

        Sandy  smiled broadly and laughed quietly.  "You're all heart.  Do 

   you really think it will work?"

        "Yes,  I  do.   You  won't mind fucking me, will you?  I suppose I 

   could  find  some  other  man  for  you to screw if you wanted, but I'd 

   really  like for it to be me.  Besides, you might learn some new things 

   that Sam will really come to enjoy."

        "Oh,  I  didn't  want  to  give you the impression that I wouldn't 

   enjoy  fucking you.  I've thought about taking you inside me more times 

   than  I care to admit, and I love the idea of you teaching me to be the 

   kind  of  slut  that Sam will be getting to know.  I don't have to fuck 

   anyone  other than you, and I don't have to fuck the dog either, if you 

   don't want me to.  He was just sort of a fill in, you know."

        "Relax,  Sandy.   I  want  you  to fuck the dog for me, and by the 

   time  I'm  through  with  Sam he'll be wanting you to fuck the dog too.  

   You  look  really sexy when you're being fucked, and it made me hard as 

   a rock to see the dog pumping you."

        "Ooooh,  don't  talk  like  that, you're making me need it again", 

   she  sighed.   Her legs opened and her hand sneaked under her belly and 

   began playing with her wet, dog-cum-filled, fuck hole.

        "I  like  it when you need it, Sandy.  I like it when you have dog 

   fuck  running  out  of  your hole and when you're still so hot that you 

   have  to  rub  your clit some more.  Only a slut takes dog cum and then 

   rubs her hand in it.  Do you ever suck the dog?"

        Sandy's  pretty  ass  was moving up and down now and her eyes were 

   only  half  opened  as  she breathed out her reply.  "Yessss, I do suck 

   him...but  I don't let him cum in my mouth...well, I would, but...well, 

   I...I get so hot that I have to take him in my pussy."

        "I'm  going  to  want  to  watch  you  take his dog fuck into your 

   mouth,  Sandy.   I'll  fuck  you while you suck him so that your little 

   slut  cunt  will  be  nice and full at the same time.  You'd like that, 

   wouldn't you?"

        Sandy  didn't  have to answer me vocally and she knew it.  She was 

   now  fucking  three fingers in and out of her hole and humping her hips 

   wildly  against  her hand.  I pulled my dick out of my pants and rubbed 

   the  head  of it against her cheek.  She turned her head and opened her 

   mouth   hungrily  as  she  continued  screwing  herself  there  in  the 

   backyard.   I slid my dick into her wet mouth, feeling her tongue slide 

   along  the  shaft  and  her cheeks hug the big head as it traveled back 

   toward  her  throat.   She began to suck in rythym to the thrusts of my 

   hips as I pumped my fuck meat into her.

        "Dog  sucking, dog fucking slut....finger fucking cum craving long 

   legged   big   titted   slut   whore.....my   sex   slave   slut   fuck 

   hole....pumping   those   long   fingers   into  your  dog  cum  filled 

   cunt....tasting  man  meat  in  your hungry mouth....feeling cock ahead 

   against  the  back  of  your mouth....smelling my sex...feeling my hair 

   scrubbing  your  slut  chin  and  nose  as I dick your face....thinking 

   about  it being the dog's dick and about feeling him pump his fuck into 

   your  mouth  and throat.....now you can fuck the dog whenever you like, 

   Sandy...you  can  be  screwed  as many times a day as you need from now 

   on....you  don't  have  to hide the fact that you're a dirty little dog 

   fucking tramp fuck hole slut...."

        When  my  fuck  began spewing into her mouth I had my thumb up her 

   ass  and  three  of my own fingers in her cunt and was lifting her into 

   the  air  as  we  both  fucked  at  her  dripping hole.  Her orgasm was 

   violent  and,  had her mouth not been filled with dick, her cries would 

   have been heard all over the neighborhood.

        Later,  after  we  had  showered together and come back to earth a 

   bit  we  made plans for the coming week.  There was lots for us both to 

   look  forward  to,  and  I  for  one,  could hardly wait.  I called Sam 

   before leaving her house.

        "Just  wanted  you to know that I got everything I needed, Sam", I 

   said.

        "Good...did you get some yard work done?", he asked.

        "Oh  yes...I  got  a  couple of holes filled and dumped some stuff 

   that  needed  dumping.   Oh, by the way...your shepard was fucking some 

   bitch  in  the  backyard  when I got there.  Thats some randy pooch you 

   have there."  Sandy nearly fell out of the chair.