My husband caught us in the act and it did NOT go over well.

Disappear. And start your life over. Why is it that humans think that it is impossible to break a bond to another person? Disappear. I did. I had to forget my mother, father, brothers, friends, cousins, and every single person in the past of my decision to disappear. Pick a random name and repeat it over and over for the rest of your life. I've forgotten my real last name for months and almost up to a year a couple times now. There's a lot more to it but you're on your own. Fucking survive! Fuck his condemning stare. Shoot him, bury him and say not a single thing to a single soul. Grab your real loves and go! Jesus Christ.
 
Steven Raccoon said:
Disappear. And start your life over. Why is it that humans think that it is impossible to break a bond to another person? Disappear. I did. I had to forget my mother, father, brothers, friends, cousins, and every single person in the past of my decision to disappear. Pick a random name and repeat it over and over for the rest of your life. I've forgotten my real last name for months and almost up to a year a couple times now. There's a lot more to it but you're on your own. Fucking survive! Fuck his condemning stare. Shoot him, bury him and say not a single thing to a single soul. Grab your real loves and go! Jesus Christ.
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Guy don't know what he's missing not to join in while you are being fucked he could be getting sucked or to fuck you afterwards and feel how HOT your pussy would be fiilled with all that cum Damn just thinking of it gets me HARD may you find the comfort you need and all goes well
 
This one is difficult.

I find myself in a similar situation, slightly different because her and I had actually spoken about it beforehand, and at first she was a bit surprised, then went to understanding or so she said, then to supportive or so she said, then to allowing me to explore it or so she said, then to condemnation and telling anyone she could including my friends and family..

Other difference is she's got a medical condition that screws up her hormones so bad that she has epilepsy from it that causes her to get into mental states that go back and forth..

But after thinking long and hard about it, I'm coming to the conclusion that I'd rather live an honest life with the dog, than a lie with her. It wouldn't be fair to myself, her, or the dog to try to live with her and suppress myself, let alone how will the dog feel if I cut him off after him getting accustomed to having this close of a relationship with him.

I'm sure she will see it as me choosing the dog over her, which isn't the case. I'm choosing ME living a life free of condemnation over a life of lies and being unable to be who I've found myself to be.

I know there's no way I can be happy with her unless she finds a way to accept me how I am. Funny thing is she's always preached acceptance of the LGBT and all the other letters community, as well as anyone she thought was being unfairly judged. Everyone is ok but me...
 
MrsShemon said:
Strange statement as it is not unheard of that religious (non Dumpster description) people use anal sex as a way to "remain a virgin" until the day they are married.

Tell him that you spoke to God and that God wanted to test if a werewolf would be a good new species and that God demanded you to try and get pregnant by a dog.
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Try to save your marrage if possible be careful not to be recorded just in case .
Dont live in shame.
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.
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I’m terribly sorry, his reaction seems more in line with someone who’s never thought about anything like what he saw as being hot, sadly. I think (just my opinion) that him “telling everyone around you what a “pervert you are” is easier to defend against. You should be more concerned with him using it as a way to manipulate your child or children. Especially if they are young and wouldn’t understand. Telling “everyone around you” who most would assume the ones that matter anyways would know about your ups and the many downs as you stated and you could say you “finally came from him while have sex and he didn’t believe you (probably) again and he jumped out of bed and into the shower and when he walked out you had just gotten up from the session and your dog sniffed you downstairs due to your sexual activities with your husband and he thought he saw the other but it was a sniff, we’ve all been there and because he was mad he ran with this wild theory and now he’s trying to smear you to get custody or relive anger. Doesn’t matter as long as there’s no proof of you admitting it like someone else mentioned a recording device or the like. Be careful and if it turns or feels like it’s turning into resentment or anger/hate you need to leave that scenario and contact a lawyer and then the police. (Sensitive nature material) why you call a lawyer first.
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.
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If i'll get my wife catched i'll surely start to masturbate in front of her, or directly put my cock in her mouth.
I'm really sorry for your experience.
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It really breaks my heart to see all the comments saying "my husband would never understand". I'm so sorry for all of you who have to be so careful and hide this from your partner. I wish more people were open minded and not so quick to fly off the handle or make you wonder in fear at how they would respond. I'm glad it doesn't let you stop for the most part, but I'm terribly sad that its nothing you can share with your partners as it could be great fun as part of your erotic connection together.
 
Sorry this happened to you. I can honestly say, I am lucky that both my wife and I are zoo's. So if I caught her, I wouldn't be upset. I would probably join in.

However, in your situation, I do not have any good answers for you. I think the best option for you two is to have have a real honest and open sit down conversation and discuss what your options are. It might be a hard conversation, but one that needs to be had. Get rid of all your social media accounts, open a second bank account without his name on it (dont steal anything from him, but start putting a little to the side), see if jobs are available in different areas, and start preparing for the worst, but hoping for the best.

I do not eny your situation and I wish you all the best.
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.
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I hope you will be ok!
I wish I could meet a girl like you..! 🙏☺️
Take care yourself x
 
Very sorry that this happened. When I first started dating my wife we had a discussion early on about what our kinks were. I was hesitant at first to share my zoophilia fetish, but since we both had a lot of fringe kinks, I decided to take the chance at it and it felt very liberating when she was accepting it and shared that she had experimented with that at one point in her life.

I say this because I sincerely hope that you're able to work things out with your husband, but if not, make sure you have a discussion about your kinks with new partners before things get too serious so this misalignment of interests don't come back to haunt you again in the future.

I wish you the best!
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.
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Any updates? Are you still together? Did he get over it?
 
sorry to hear that sometimes people take religious belief too far and if he is stuck there then there my be not recovery from it and if so devorce probably will not be in the picture either because of his belief becaus ein the word it gives only one reason for it Hope things work out for you please keep us post in any way we may help
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.
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Sorry to hear what happen! I know when you sex drive takes control it is hard to say no when it is being offered to you. I hope things workout.
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.
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I hope this works out for the best for all of you!
 
Chuckienorchuck said:
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.

Nas semanas seguintes, nossa vida sexual declinou rapidamente. Ele ficava flácido todas as vezes durante e parou de ter todo interesse em mim. Ele me disse que isso realmente não o incomodava e que ele poderia até gostar, mas eu sabia que ele provavelmente não. Ele disse que podia ver os arranhões em meus quadris e que era realmente desconcertante, que queria que eu parasse. Então as perguntas começaram a chegar,

"Quantas vezes?"

"Eles estavam todos nesta casa?"

"Quantos dos nossos animais você fodeu?"

"Há quanto tempo você vem fazendo isso?"

"Isso afetará nossos filhos?"

"O que mais você está escondendo de mim?"

Provavelmente o pior foi quando mencionei que pelo menos não o estava traindo. Ao que ele respondeu: "Eu preferiria isso, pelo menos seria normal."

Estamos atualmente em um lugar estranho. Ele me disse que não quer mais fazer sexo comigo e, sem isso, tenho certeza de que ele vai querer o divórcio. Eu continuo pensando "Poderia ser pior" Mas honestamente ele poderia chamar a polícia, ele poderia contar para minha família, ele poderia contar para meus amigos, ele poderia se divorciar de mim e pegar todos os meus pertences e me expulsar e vender meu cachorro.

É perturbador, mas percebo que a vida não é um pornô. Eu gostaria que ele gostasse disso e aceitasse isso, mas eu nunca fui de manipulação e não vou pressioná-lo se ele decidir que este é o fim do nosso relacionamento.

A maneira como ele olha para mim agora quando abraço meu cachorro ou acaricio outro cachorro é tão perturbadora. Como se ele estivesse prestes a gritar para todos ao meu redor que pervertida eu sou. Sempre foi muito mais do que isso, meus animais são bem cuidados e eu realmente os amo e os mimo, o sexo é apenas uma pequena parte de nossas vidas juntos. Eu simplesmente não posso acreditar que isso aconteceu.
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O meu sonho seria ver essa cena 😍
 
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