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

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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Sometimes people just don't know how to handle it. Unfortunately that this has happened to you I've been lucky enough that my wife is not into it but she understands that we are all humans and we all have our Kinks. She is always told me as long as it is not hurting anyone then it isn't bad. Again I am so sorry you have to go through this it really sucks when people just can't understand that we are all different and we all have different Kinks. Don't beat yourself up over somebody else not understanding
 
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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Read your post about 30 times since you posted it. I can’t give you any sage advice other than to take care of yourself. In your heart you know what is most important to you… do whatever it takes to follow that path.

Good Luck
 
Interesting again. Reading all the posts after mine on this. I mean some people still can't stop using someone's REAL LIFE sorrow as an opportunity to get a quick jerk. What fucking losers.
Others are wading in with a quick expert opinion about as hollow as it gets but want to "appear to contribute". But at least they aren't subtracting from what this forum can be for the OP. Just diluting it.
The honest folk here have been straight up. I myself was pretty harsh about how I said what I said. But perhaps I forgot how alone this could be for her in real life. And perhaps she just needs a space where she is safe and needs to hear some words of encouragement. I just hope this doesn't turn from an outlet to a place of valid advice. Anything you take from here OP should be taken with a giant pinch of salt and hesitancy.
Please make sure that anything you do is not based out on a fantasy idea of things working out a particular way in your head. But ACTUALLY thinking about it in real life terms. No one knows your spouse. You do. No one how you have lived life and what is more important to you. Family or sexual satisfaction. You do.
I am not saying one thing is right or wrong. You decide. But please do decide with your eyes open.
 
Nadia4u2 said:
Vibrator. And mostly frustrated.
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I’m really sorry but this must be so frustrating for you. I don’t want to discourage you but you only live once. I knew I needed to be open to my partner about bestiality because there’s nothing like it. And I didn’t think my lifelong partner would want to be part of lifelong secrets. I dated 3 women that I eventually would indirectly show them k9 videos and if the were grossed out or thought it was wrong, I broke up with them shortly thereafter. Don’t get me wrong it was years before I found the love I have now. But I’m proof that we can have it all. K9 sex is amazing when it’s shared.
 
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 have read your post, and all others, over and over. My heart truly goes out to you and all individuals within your circles. I have gone through a VERY similar situation with my wife and the large extended families on both sides. So, I will say this... if you can keep the legal side off your back, then no matter how the rest of it unfolds, you can pick up the pieces and move on in whatever direction you decide is best for you.

I wish you the very best outcome 🐕
 
Keepinitlowkey said:
From my stand point as a guy that would like to have a woman that was into the k9 thing, as much as a turn on as it could be, you still were not truthful and I would have issues with that right there, as it would bring up many questions, and I would have a hard time believing if you were being truthful after that. Trust is the important thing in a relationship, and you broke his.
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100% cheating. yes lots of people are into all of sorts of things hence cuckoldry being a big porn genre, but ALL you have in a relationshipbis trust, 0 communication before hand will have done untold damage to that mans mental health no different if it had been a man and not the dog
 
Sheppermutt said:
The people in here suggesting manipulating the husband and finding ways to screw him over are.... Or saying that she's done nothing wrong... I have no words.

The OP cheated on her husband with a dog. She committed to her relationship with him with marriage. She has kids. The level of immaturity and irresponsibility here is astonishing. Whatever happens is entirely her own fault. I cannot imagine why people get off to the idea of getting caught. This is the most likely result. It's ugly.

I get that we all have different sexualities. But this person just fucked up the lives of at least 3 or more people. Her own life. The husband's life. (He's going to be damaged and have trust issues permanently) The kid's life. Both sides of the family, if they find out. Things absolutely will never be the same. Even if in the best case the husband does nothing and keeps the secret, nobody will be coming out of this nightmare better off than they went in.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. You should not build a relationship on lies. The OP is right on one thing; life isn't a porno. Being a zoophile or beastialist is NOT something you should hide from your human partner. Many of you are playing with fire. No, you're playing with an atomic warhead.

You need to feel out partners for compatibility, and accept the fact that 99% of people will be incompatible with you. Then, you make a decision. You choose to be faithful to your non-zoo human partner, or forgo a human relationship until you can find one that will at least accept it. Anywhere inbetween is playing games with real peoples' lives. And that's fucked up, plain and simple.


I know what I said is harsh, but... Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
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i also wanna add its demeans the pet, to infer its nothing but masturbation and not cheating is to say the dog is nothing more than a object/property and not a living breathing feeling creature
 
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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Hey, I keep coming back to your story. Hope things are going well for you… how are things going?
 
admit nothing, if they arent into it straight away catching you mid act, deny deny deny it all its way to big of a risk as previous comments have said
 
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 you went through this……
 
I think that partners at the beginning of a relationship should tell each other that they are very perverted. That would solve the problems later. I would love to have a very perverted wife, and catching her with a dog would make me very happy. If the husband does not agree, he should not destroy the woman's life. (sorry for my English).
 
Sheppermutt said:
The people in here suggesting manipulating the husband and finding ways to screw him over are.... Or saying that she's done nothing wrong... I have no words.

The OP cheated on her husband with a dog. She committed to her relationship with him with marriage. She has kids. The level of immaturity and irresponsibility here is astonishing. Whatever happens is entirely her own fault. I cannot imagine why people get off to the idea of getting caught. This is the most likely result. It's ugly.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. You should not build a relationship on lies. The OP is right on one thing; life isn't a porno. Being a zoophile or beastialist is NOT something you should hide from your human partner. Many of you are playing with fire. No, you're playing with an atomic warhead.
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I know I'll catch flack for saying this... but there's a lot of people on this site that only care about their own desires. They may act like "Oh no, this is totally for the other person..." but its not, which is why I wont help guys convince their wives to try it out.

If you can't be honest with your husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend, you shouldn't be in a relationship with them. You can be friends with benefits or whatever, but the moment you want to cross into a 'relationship' you need to be honest and up front about your thoughts, feelings, and desires.
Those who are trying to convince her to lie or manipulate him are just showing that they have very little care for the other in the relationship... and makes me seriously question how they treated their significant other.

And if something develops while you're in a relationship... you need to be honest BEFORE you act.
I say this as a woman who up until recently was sleeping with a few married women. The key thing being that they talked with their husbands about their desires and the husbands gave oks, so long as its not regular and he's aware of when it happens. (And one wanted to meet me so he could decide for himself if I was an ok person.)


I feel bad for OP, but that doesn't change that she's in the wrong. I hope there's some way she and her husband can get through this.
 
Although I'm not married, my heart dropped reading this. I really hope you're okay and getting through this without too many issues. I can understand a little where your husband is coming from, although his reaction is a little scary. Try not to repressed your knotty desires, as you will only end up making them more intense, and risk ending up in a compromising position once again with your dog. I hope this works out well for you.
 
so sorry to hear this. I could never mention what I like to anyone else. I would be happy if my wife was interested in this but most others will never understand.
 
Assuming this actually happened and isn't an excersize in Soap Opera( and it wouldn't be the first time), getting caught by a loved one who isn't into this is not going to end well, ever. Given that we are a very small minority in the world, and that women are a minority of the minority, engaging in our hobby as a married person is tempting the fates to the point of suicidal. For a mundane, there are far too many "squick" factors that will run through his or her head. It will be overwhelming for the catcher, and the catchee, unless he/she is stupid, knows that from the start. Marriage vows are taken seriously by most people. I took them twice with the same woman, took them quite seriously, and STILL ended up divorced. She didn't catch me at anything, because there was nothing to catch me AT. Goddess knows WHAT wouldve happened if she had, but it probably would have involved "shots fired". As it was, she had my Toller bitch fixed without saying a word.

This taboo is not a game. Agree with the mundanes or not, the power is in their hands. If you've vowed to "cleave only unto", better be sure you can handle that before a tragedy occurs....The FIRST victim is going to be the critter.
 
First, I'm terribly sorry this happened to you and your family. Just because you share most of the blame doesn't mean I'm unsympathetic. All of use have desires to which we occasionally succumb. But there is one important thing you haven't shared with us.

Do you want to remain married to your husband? You've stated that there were ups and downs, but mostly downs and from the sound of it you weren't sexually fulfilled either. It was just easier to be married because you didn't have a support system behind you. It's not easier any longer.

As to whether it's even possible to repair your marriage, none of us can say since we don't know you or your husband. Is your husband open to marital counseling? If you really want to stay married whether it's for your own sake or the sake of you child(ren) then you should really consider it if your husband is open to it.

If you don't want to remain married or your husband wants a divorce, then you should accept that you're going to lose custody of your child(ren). If you fight for custody, your husband will challenge your fitness as a mother because of your zoophilia. This is especially true if he has any sort of evidence to use against you, such as a written or recorded admission by you or video of you and your lover. It also sounds like there could be an issue in you supporting yourself as well as your child(ren). If you think it would be difficult to support yourself now, it would be far more difficult as a convicted felon.

If you do end up heading for divorce the primary goal should be to keep your zoophilia out of it and to keep it a secret. It will harm not only you, but also your child(ren) if it comes out. If necessary remind your husband of that. Yes it is manipulative, but it's also true.

It appears that your husband still loves you or at least still has feelings for you. You haven't told us that he's moved out or filed for divorce. He's just hurt because of your betrayal. Only you can decide if you're going to try to repair your marriage. We can only share our own thoughts, experiences, and sympathy. I will just close with one piece of advice. If you decide to save your marriage, don't make promises you know you can't keep.
 
Kristy said:
Is the "no anal" also because of being religious? I didn't know men turned down anal.
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I've only had anal when the woman I'm dating was into it, but even then only with me using a condom and A LOT of lube. It's kind of a turn off TBH. But hey, different strokes for different folks. I'm not judging. There are undeniably more health risks involved in anal sex.
 
PonyTrot said:
She has some culpability in the situation, but does that mean she should take what he dishes out? She could loose her marriage, her job, her children, her dog, and her freedom. Does she deserve that? IMHO if it gets to court, you fight dirty to win. The other side is going to exaggerate and lie to get their way. She will have to do the same to bring balance.
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Dude....she had a chance not to take the vows...she took them, and now they"re obviously broken. She may not deserve what is likely to happen, but she is likely going to get what she asked for. The mundane world does not now, in the past, or in the forseeable future look like accepting our standards. I'm sorry for her( again, assuming that this is not a seller of 'Wolftickets' for attention) but the world is what it is, not what you or I would have it be.
 
allyfitz said:
I know I'll catch flack for saying this... but there's a lot of people on this site that only care about their own desires. They may act like "Oh no, this is totally for the other person..." but its not, which is why I wont help guys convince their wives to try it out.

If you can't be honest with your husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend, you shouldn't be in a relationship with them. You can be friends with benefits or whatever, but the moment you want to cross into a 'relationship' you need to be honest and up front about your thoughts, feelings, and desires.
Those who are trying to convince her to lie or manipulate him are just showing that they have very little care for the other in the relationship... and makes me seriously question how they treated their significant other.

And if something develops while you're in a relationship... you need to be honest BEFORE you act.
I say this as a woman who up until recently was sleeping with a few married women. The key thing being that they talked with their husbands about their desires and the husbands gave oks, so long as its not regular and he's aware of when it happens. (And one wanted to meet me so he could decide for himself if I was an ok person.)


I feel bad for OP, but that doesn't change that she's in the wrong. I hope there's some way she and her husband can get through this.
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I absolutely agree, consent needs to be given and discussed
 
Um. Okay. OP, what the hell were you thinking? Not only you cheated on your husband (and yes, it is cheating) but you did it right after having sex with him and while he was still around? Aside from the fact that my sympathy for cheaters is almost non-existent; what you did was so reckless and idiotic I am having lots of doubts believing this is real and not a piece of fiction.

And honestly, I’m appalled at some of the replies in this thread. Particularly those who were asking if the dog should be neutered as if it is his fault… Dogs are not sex toys for you to play with and then toss aside because you fucked up. smh
 
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 sorry you had to endure such an experience, I understand your feelings though having a similar reaction from my exwife when she found my collection of videos. Even though I was only watching it was that same look of, “wtf is wrong w/you”or I’m some depraved degenerate. Either way it was a look of disapproval in me that never quite left her face when she would look at me. I’m sure you’re going to get a ton of advice from all of us here and most of it will be very good advice but the reality is it’s easy for us to do so because it’s not happening to us at the moment. That said you have to act and behave in accordance w/ what’s best for you and your life and ask yourself some very important questions. Mainly, is the marriage even worth really saving. You’ve said it’s been mostly bad times, perhaps it’s time to let it be no more. I understand that you’re going through health issues that are pretty serious in nature I assume but even still that should not hold you prisoner in your own happiness. Don’t worry about the police. There is no evidence, no proof, his word against yours. There is absolutely not a single thing they can or would do. If he told friends and family there is only one of two things you can do. Be steadfast and lie by saying he’s lying out of spite in order to slander you and affirm that it’s ridiculous and you’re not even going to acknowledge something so absurd or steer right into it, be honest and say “yeah I did, and I loved it” and be unapologetic about it no matter what. The people that disapprove will not challenge you as intensely if they see that you are confident in your choice to do so and show that it does not matter if they don’t approve because you’re not looking for them to approve. Essentially taking away the bullies powers of intimidation. They may no longer be your friends but again, a real friend wouldn’t judge you or walk away from the friendship simply because they have different ideas about pleasure and sex. Only you can decide which path would be better for you but just be aware that if you choose the lie, you will have to live the lie. Every time you’re near a pet, yours or otherwise there will always be this question of, from those that were told and you will be very conscious of it and pretty soon it will become so they know or do they think I do and your enjoyment w/ your pets, (nonsexually), will suffer for fear of giving yourself away. I hope that things work out for you and your husband comes to terms w/ it and truly accepts it and no further comes of it but as you said this is life, not a movie. Just be strong and don’t allow yourself to be made a victim or shamed because of who you are. You are normal, this does not define you as a person as a whole any more then your preference in Coke or Pepsi does. Best of luck,
 
I'm sorry you're going through this, I hope your situation will get better but... your husband probably feels really bad right now. :/

You've considered neutering your boy, right? I think it's unfair for him, I mean, he had fun and did nothing wrong... :/

Fingers crossed. 🤞
 
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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He doesnt know what hes missing. I've thought about it and thought about it. I was in a relationship and the girl said she wanted to try a dog. I thought it was hot but I just brushed it off. She ended up cheating with a bunch of guys. The more I think about it the more Id rather have the dog satisfy a girl when I'm gone. I know the dog wont get her pregnant or give her a disease. And some of the guys girls choose are gross. And it would be really sexy to watch as long as I still get my turn too.
 
preyingwolf427 said:
He doesnt know what hes missing. I've thought about it and thought about it. I was in a relationship and the girl said she wanted to try a dog. I thought it was hot but I just brushed it off. She ended up cheating with a bunch of guys. The more I think about it the more Id rather have the dog satisfy a girl when I'm gone. I know the dog wont get her pregnant or give her a disease. And some of the guys girls choose are gross. And it would be really sexy to watch as long as I still get my turn too.
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I'd rather have a girl who doesn't cheat.
 
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