How I became a bitch ⇐ Half-truths and fantasies

[Anonymous]

My husband and I lived together for 12 years. Although we didn’t have children, we lived well in the general sense, without scandals. Volodya was engaged in business, and I worked at the same institute. I don’t know if my husband cheated on me. At least I didn't notice it. I was a devoted wife and did not think about adultery. Only we both noticed that our marriage was withering physiologically. In bed we talked, shared news, chatted about anything but had sex. I understood that Volodya was fed up with me. And this was not his fault. Something had to be done. A little more, and our family unit will “live long.” And on my calendar there are quite a few upside-down leaves. I didn’t want to start a new family. And with whom? What to do? Try to meet another couple for the purpose of "having a good time"? What kind of people could these be? What if they are dishonest? This path was not for us.
     Once my bosom friend told me under the influence that she began to have sex with her Doberman. Of course, I had heard about zoosex, and therefore this fact did not strike me. "So how?" I asked her then. She laughed: “It’s okay. You try it yourself.” Really, isn't it time for me to try? More precisely, the three of us should do it: the dog, me and Volodya. You'll see, this will spur up my husband's physiology and the joy of sex will return to us. But how can I tell my husband this?
     One day, he and I were returning from a party. In the park we saw how the owners were taking their dogs. Before our eyes, a huge male introduced his penis to a bitch. The animals froze together. "Are we weak?" I say to my husband, "Maybe we can get a dog?" Word for word, we came to the conclusion that the experience of bestiality would not harm us.
     We bought the dog together. They chose a one-year-old, already trained Great Dane named Joni. They brought me home. For about a week they accustomed him to his new home and owners. And then it was like this. It was my last day of menstruation. Joni was sniffing my skirt. Having bought a bottle of champagne, we decided to start the experiment. First I fed Joni liver. Then my husband and I undressed. They decided that I would slowly excite the dog and offer him vaginal sex on my knees. If everything works out, then Volodya will join us. I gently began to massage our Joni’s scrotum. The red tip of the dog's penis slowly began to emerge from it. I lay down on the carpet and spread my legs wide. My darling was given to a male dog. He came over, smelled it and started licking my vagina. A sweet languor overwhelmed me. I desperately wanted more, namely, for the male to fuck me.
     Then I knelt down and turned my back to Joni. "Volodya help him!" she whispered to her husband. Volodya lifted Joni up and directed his dick into my slit. The dog felt the warmth and began thrusting his penis into me. And his organ, as it turned out later, was 17 centimeters long. Push, push, another push: His penis plunged into me and began to rapidly grow. Something hot rolled inside me. I think I screamed from the spasms of orgasm. Joni was breathing heavily above me, drool dripping from his mouth onto my back. I felt like we were in a "castle". And again orgasm. The male's cock was pulsating inside me. A new orgasm shook me. And then my husband came into play. His penis was erect, as in his youth, when I put it in my mouth. I started sucking and working with my tongue. My husband's sperm filled my mouth. And from behind, Joni filled me with sperm.
     The act lasted about half an hour, until the male completely poured his family into me. Then his dick came out of me. Exhausted, I fell onto my side. Volodya picked me up and carried me to bed. "Everything is fine, my dear. It was amazing," he told me. I realized that our marriage was saved. We drank champagne to bestiality! Well, now the three of us live. And to tell you a secret, sometimes I “give” Joni without her husband. I became a bitch and that’s all for you.