Chuckienorchuck
Tourist
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.
Over the next couple weeks our sex life declined rapidly. He went flacid every time during, and stopped having all interest in me. He told me that it didn't really bother him and that he might even be into it but I knew that he is very likely not. He said he could see the scratches on my hips and that it was really off-putting, that he wanted me to stop. Then the questions started coming,
"How many times?"
"Were they all in this house?"
"How many of our animals have you fucked?"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Will it affect our kids?"
"What else are you hiding from me?"
Probably the worst one was when I mentioned that at least I wasn't cheating on him. To which he replied, "I'd prefer that, at least it would be normal."
We're currently at a strange place. He's told me that he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore, and without this I'm pretty sure he'll want a divorce. I keep thinking "It could be worse" But honestly he could call the cops, he could tell my family, he could tell my friends, he could divorce me and take all my belongings and kick me out and sell my dog.
It's upsetting but I realize life isn't a porno. I wish he liked this and accepted this but I was never one for manipulation and I'm not going to press him if he decides that this is the end of our relationship.
The way he looks at me now when I hug my dog, or pet another dog is so upsetting. Like he's on the verge of screaming out to everyone around me what a pervert I am. It's always been so much more than that, my animals are well cared for and I genuinely love them and spoil them, the sex is just a small part of our lives together. I just cant believe that this happened.
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.
Over the next couple weeks our sex life declined rapidly. He went flacid every time during, and stopped having all interest in me. He told me that it didn't really bother him and that he might even be into it but I knew that he is very likely not. He said he could see the scratches on my hips and that it was really off-putting, that he wanted me to stop. Then the questions started coming,
"How many times?"
"Were they all in this house?"
"How many of our animals have you fucked?"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Will it affect our kids?"
"What else are you hiding from me?"
Probably the worst one was when I mentioned that at least I wasn't cheating on him. To which he replied, "I'd prefer that, at least it would be normal."
We're currently at a strange place. He's told me that he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore, and without this I'm pretty sure he'll want a divorce. I keep thinking "It could be worse" But honestly he could call the cops, he could tell my family, he could tell my friends, he could divorce me and take all my belongings and kick me out and sell my dog.
It's upsetting but I realize life isn't a porno. I wish he liked this and accepted this but I was never one for manipulation and I'm not going to press him if he decides that this is the end of our relationship.
The way he looks at me now when I hug my dog, or pet another dog is so upsetting. Like he's on the verge of screaming out to everyone around me what a pervert I am. It's always been so much more than that, my animals are well cared for and I genuinely love them and spoil them, the sex is just a small part of our lives together. I just cant believe that this happened.
its not fun. You can move on, like someone else said maybe get the dog neutered (i know it sucks) but if you really want to save the marriage that's a way to show him you mean it. I don't know how much you told him, but I know in my situation I said way too much. Tell him that now you understand how other people would see you and you don't want to be that way or be seen that way. Give it time play the shame card. Over time it will get easier and he will relax again slowly work a puppy in down the road and conveniently "forget" to get him neutered or find a good reason why to not get it done. You will have to be on eggshells but it can be done and you definitely won't make the same mistakes in the future. I got caught with a female dog, not red handed like you but a picture and it was bad enough I can't imagine being caught the way you were. But things have loosened up for me I have a female dog again (fixed unfortunately) however I was allowed to get a mare. But exactly like someone else said head always on a swivel, always think with the right head and be extra careful.
