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HIS P.E.T. 13
CHAPTER 13: MIAMI
“Now this is interesting …”
The five of us were relaxing by the pool enjoying a tropical drink concoction Chris was experimenting with. It was fruitier than I preferred, but it was certainly strong. I suspected the main ingredient was rum. After the long flight to Miami, then putting our belongs away in our rooms and a quick run-through the house and property, we were all ready for relaxing. I talked everyone into some time in the pool, even if I was still the only one doing so naked. I was making headway, though. While in the privacy of our own company, I had Hein and Chris talked into doing away with swimwear having long legs and opting for speedos. They were both in good shape and looked good in them. The next step would be naked. I suppose they were covering up for Sharon’s comfort, though. Maybe I needed to work on her first.
Hein had his phone out checking last minute emails before his meetings started the next day. I was on the tablet verifying his scheduled meetings and locations. I was satisfied with the schedules and was putting the tablet to the side to focus on trying to figure out what Chris had mixed together in these drinks … besides the rum.
We must have all assumed the same thing, that it was some business email regarding something coming up because we all gave his comment no recognition or an absent-minded one like mine.
“What is?” I was more interested in sipping the drinking and using lips, tongue, and mouth to investigate the contents, not wanting to give Chris the satisfaction of outright asking him. It had become one of our games as he played creative bartender.
Hein ignored our lack of apparent interest but knew he would get our attention. “A personal email from Meike Hendriksen.” That did get our attention and our eyes were on him. “She expresses her appreciation to the whole group for hosting the evenings and especially, to quote her, ‘That stunning package of pure sexuality. Her exhibitions have left Stefan and me frantic to attack each other once home.’” He smiled as he looked up at us, winking at me. “She goes on but ends with a question for Laura regarding future evenings. She wonders if Laura has tried other a****ls and, if so, if that might be a possibility sometime.”
Sharon, sitting next to me, reached over and touched my arm. “Dogs are the only a****ls you’ve ever tried, aren’t they?”
I turned to her and winked, “Well, no, there have been men …” She giggled while looking over at the others.
Chris was not to be deterred, though. “Funny. But, at least, we follow directions well.” I thought he might be hurt before seeing the smile forcing the ends of his mouth upward. “Okay, but, in seriousness, have you thought about it? They would probably have to be farm a****ls, right?”
Hein interrupted, “This is completely up to you, Laura. You know I will support whatever you decide or desire. You’ll get no pressure from us, but … that would be hot.”
I looked at him, then Chris and back to Hein, “I’m wondering about something … I always thought of Amsterdam as being this hotbed of sexual availability with prostitutes and live sex shows in clubs. And, doesn’t Germany have clubs and bars with bestial sex shows?”
“You’re wondering why they don’t just go to those places?” I nodded. “Multiple reasons. First, as you have pointed out, it is far sexier and stimulating to see a willing, non-professional woman being fucked than someone who is paid or being forced. Second, their image. How would it be for them to be seen frequenting one of those places?”
“That’s the reason we’ve never gone to one in Amsterdam?” He nodded and looked at Chris. I wondered if he had gone by himself, but decided to let it ride unless he chose to share with me. “What about German clubs, though?”
He smiled, again glancing at Chris. “We can talk about anything if you are interested. But, back to Meike’s question, have you thought about other a****ls? How should I respond?”
I thought for a moment and just then Max decided to add his two-cents by approaching me and licking my left breast and working his way down to my hip. He licked my abdomen, but my legs were crossed and that was as close as he was getting to his intended target. I smiled down as the big head sought my pussy in vain.
“It isn’t as if I don’t have enough male attention, already, but it has occurred to me, yes. Mostly because of a certain woman I met only a short time before all this started.” I put my hand on Max’s huge head as his snout and tongue continue to probe at the junction of my closed thighs, a soft, frustrated whine escaping from his throat. I glanced at Sharon to find her eyes on Max’s attention, too. Since she and Raul had opened up with us, I had mused when she might express interest in experimenting with Max or Axel. In that relatively short time, it had yet to happen. But, her interest and enjoyment at being nearby to witness my experience with them was very obvious. She reached out her hand and touched my arm lightly. She looked up and nodded to me, a silent expression of a desire to see the a****l enjoy me once more. I nodded back to her with a smile, then opened my thighs as far as the chair would allow. Max scrambled around to be in front of me, his tongue immediately finding my exposed pussy.
I dropped my head back at the first contact, my eyelids fluttering between closed and open. A soft expression of satisfaction escaped my lips, “Aaaaaaaaa …”
“Laura? Laura …” I opened my eyes at my name and found all watching intently as I so quickly relaxed into allowing myself to be pleasured in front of them. I found Hein who was smiling with delight, “Stay as you are, but …”
I smiled and my body fully relaxed to enjoy the sensations the tongue was giving me as they watched. “Yes … sorry … mmmmmmm … Meike … question … a****ls … yes …”
“You want me to respond with ‘yes’?”
“Yes … no … I mean … mmmmmm … I mean … let me make a phone call and talk to Samantha … I might want to go to Tucson …”
My eyes were closed and my attention was fading, but I heard his chuckle, “Of course. There is time before we go cruising into the islands.”
I felt hands taking my legs and dr****g my knees over the armrests of the chair, fully opening my crotch to the attentions of Max who quickly took advantage. I slit my eyes to give whoever it was a smile in thanks and was very surprised to find it was Sharon and Raul. My eyes opened in recognition and she smiled down at me, her and his hands moving to my knees and shoulders.
“You are so beautiful like this Laura. You are so open and honest about your pleasure, both in giving it and receiving it.”
I smiled up at her, turning my attention from her to Raul and back. This was the first time they, either of them, had taken a step to initiate a sexual situation for me. Then, Hein appeared in front of me behind the brute dog lapping at my drooling pussy. I was suddenly on fire with this new attention while Max attended to my pussy, his tongue swiping along, into, and over my pussy and clit. My eyes closed, again, as the wide, long tongue worked its magic and quickly turned me into a seething mass of arousal.
Hein’s words brought my attention back to those around me … but barely as the start of an orgasm rose within me. “We should put her down on cushions for our enjoyment before the dogs do.”
I smiled in the satisfaction of my life. I was promised opportunities to sexual encounters, situations, and opportunities. That was one of the basic tenets of our relationship from the start and he has been good to his word. My eyes reclosed as they discussed how I might be used for their and my own pleasure, but the words that broke through to me as I thought they were allowing Max to bring me to a climax with his tongue.
It was Hein’s voice followed by Sharon’s. “… you both are ready to participate?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure, dear. It wasn’t pressure, just an offer.”
I slit my eyes to look. Offer for what? Sharon and Raul? What are they ready for? Hein was hugging Sharon and Raul was smiling down at me. I felt strong hands on my arm, encouraging me up, causing the dog to stop his wonderful lapping at my pussy. I was so close and now that tongue was gone. But something else was happening. My mind was just not fully making the proper connections in my lust haze. Whatever it was, though, it would be good and I wanted it. I no longer doubted the intentions of these people for me.
Chris was supporting me as I staggered to my feet. I was held in place and was suddenly covered with hands on my naked and aroused body. I looked down in my haze and followed the arms from the hands to the person. I was surprised and pleased to find both Sharon and Raul touching, stroking, and fondling my breasts and groin. I smiled at them, then leaned to Sharon who leaned into me and we kissed … on the lips. I looked into her eyes and saw them smile but I also saw a fire burning in them. Our second kiss was longer, harder, and intense with desire. She broke the kiss and turned me to Raul who duplicated the actions with similar intensity.
As I kissed Raul like a lover, not like a dear friend, Sharon leaned into me and whispered into my ear, “We are going to be with you, Laura. We want to experience your body and love.”
I smiled at her as Chris led me to cushions arranged on the patio ground. I lay on my back as Chris positioned me and looked up at the four of them, my legs spread wide with one hand fondling a breast and the other between those legs. For a moment, none of them moved, they just watched me as I touched my own body. Whatever my face might have been showing, my mind was screaming for someone to do something, for someone to put something into my burning pussy.
It was Sharon and Raul who moved. The two of them standing at my feet with Hein and Chris at my sides. Sharon’s hands moved to her coverup and began untying it, quickly followed by Raul who pulled his t-shirt up his body and over his head. Once he started there was an eagerness about Raul that seemed to propel him. He kicked off his sandals and untied the string at the waist and loosened his shorts, which soon dropped to the ground. His cock was already hard.
I looked over to Sharon. While I was watching for the exposure of Raul’s cock, Sharon was pulling down the straps of her one-piece suit. Her hands fumbled as she pushed the garment down, exposing her large breasts. She smiled at me, but her eyes flitted to her sides, nervous at being exposed before the other men for the first time under a blazing sun. She hesitated for only a few moments, then pushed the suit down her legs and letting it drop to the ground. I looked at her crotch and smiled up at her. She was clean of hair like I was. She had asked me about why I was. Apparently, she decided it was a good encouragement for Raul to tongue and mouth her, too.
I reached my arms up to them, wondering what they were intending for the three of us. Raul moved between my legs and Sharon moved to my head. They both knelt, Raul moving his hard cock to my pussy while Sharon lowered her face to mine. “Thank you, Laura.”
I smiled at her, our faces only inches apart. “For what? This?”
She looked at Raul’s face, then down my body as his cock touched my pussy lips and found the entrance to my body. I gasped as he slowly and gently entered my pussy. “Not just this … for everything. You have changed the way he and I look at ourselves, how we express our love, how we want to share that love, and how we want to experience the love of all of us. You encouraged these two old people to feel like horny k**s.”
I put my arms around her neck, her boyfriend sliding his cock in and out of my wet pussy. “In that case, you are very welcome. What are you going to do with me?”
She didn’t verbally give her intentions. She swung her left leg over my head and aligned herself over my face. I pulled her hips down, my tongue penetrating her pussy. The two of them came together as they kissed above me, one in my pussy, the other over my mouth. I was already ready to climax. Their quick response might have been their first time with me; it might have been their first time in the group under the watchful gaze of Hein and Chris. It was, however, something I hoped to enjoy many more times in the future.
As the sunset approached on the horizon beyond the city across the bay to the west, Chris and Hien smoothly moved me from the entangle bodies with Raul and Sharon to entangle me into their own combination. Chris help me up on wobbly legs as Hein lay on the cushions. I was assisted back down with Hein’s cock penetrating my pussy. I motioned Chris to me, wanting to suck him while I was fucked by Hein, but, curiously, he refused. Then, I discovered why. Chris assisted me off Hein, turned me around so my back was to Hein and eased back down, this time Hein was not targeting my pussy, but my asshole. The secretions and Raul’s semen from my pussy provided sufficient lubrication and gravity provided sufficient force to open my tight opening to his hard cock. After the two of us worked to achieve that goal, Hein eased me back onto his chest and I saw Chris approaching between my open legs.
Double penetration was certainly not a new position for us, having experimented and used several variations in the past. I put my arms out to Chris and wrapped myself around him as he forced his cock into my constricted pussy. The two chambers, separated by a single, thin membrane, influencing what happens in the other. With my asshole already filled, the available room in my pussy was initially constrained, but that was only initially. As the two men began moving, clumsily at first, my body and those two chambers quickly responded. Soon, the three of us were in the throes of another wild ride. There was little for me to do, but to be on the receiving end of their efforts. Hein’s ability to move was greatly restricted by his position and weight of us on top him, but the motion of Chris’ cock in the adjoining chamber and my body tightening around him with the stimulation I received was plenty to increase his arousal.
My orgasm was, again, before theirs. I was limp between them at the end of an orgasm when Chris drove into me deep and hard. I was clutching to him, my arms around his neck, my legs splayed out, lifeless except for occasional twitching and shudders from my orgasm.
After Chris’ climax, dumping another load of semen into my pussy, he quickly exited, knowing from past times that I could best assist the other to a climax with only one cock inside me. Free to now focus on Hein in my ass, I used my legs and arms to raise my butt off him slightly, the two us using that freedom to move jointly. In only moments, I felt him spasm, swell, and jerk inside me followed quickly by his semen. We lay exhausted, his cock still firmly embedded inside me, his arms around my body holding me firmly and lovingly to him. He eased me to the side and his cock eased slowly out of my asshole bringing a string of cum with it. I rolled back to him, trapping him with my body. A trap he didn’t appear to mind being in at all.
After a final kiss before rolling apart, Chris was ready to assist us to our feet from the ground. Sharon and Raul were standing nearby with drinks for us. We stood in a tight group and I could feel the fluids from our activities leaking from my two openings but was distracted from that feeling by Hein. I saw his free hand go around Sharon and moved mine around Raul. Hein put his glass out into the center of the group and we all touch in a salute.
“Once again, you four find ways to make life together increasingly rewarding and comfortable. Sharon and Raul, we welcome you into our debauchery.”
The five of us clinked our glasses, sipped, and laughed. Whatever tentativeness and awkwardness there was previously about mutual nudity evaporated that night. Which wasn’t to say the others began roaming the house or property naked like me. They didn’t. That was my role. But, when the situation was right, there was little hesitation or timidity remaining.
With the long flight and our activities of the evening, fatigue set in for everyone. Hein and Chris needed to be up and attending to business in the morning as usual. Before we broke up, though, Hein was noticing something that I had missed. Perhaps it was my own fatigue, but the two dogs were quietly lying at the perimeter of our activity, but as we began moving to close the night, they perked up in their attention. Hein noticed and it was not lost on him.
As Sharon and Raul collected the glasses and bottles and Chris pulled up all the discarded pool towels and dumped them in the basket, Hein approached me with his arm around my waist.
“There are two males appearing to be left out.” I looked around, remembering suddenly how all this had begun in the first place with Max licking at my pussy in front of and encouraged by the others. I smiled. “Perhaps, if you feel up to it, this should be a kennel night?”
I was fatigued, there was no question about it, but at the mention of it, my body instantly reacted and tingled anew with anticipation. I was not required for any business reasons tomorrow and my mind quickly moved to rationalizing that I could rest or sleep in the morning. I smiled and he must have felt the change in my body as he turned me and took me in his arms.
“You know, I miss you at night when we are separated. I was used to be alone, but you have changed that. I like to have you next to me, especially at night.” I kissed him and my hands roamed his naked body. “But, knowing you are out here with the dogs … I will have some very erotic dreams …” I held onto to him, almost as if I didn’t want to let him go. It had nothing to do with going with the dogs, that would be wonderful, if not tiring. I didn’t identify the feeling and there was something in me that was not seeking to identify it. I looked into his eyes and looked deeply into them. He looked at me quizzically but I simply returned a smile and kissed him, again, then walked to the dogs who stood up quickly at my approach. I sensed that he hadn’t moved and was watching me. I wondered as I entered the kennel behind the dogs if his softly expressed words weren’t somehow vaguely surrounding some feelings of his own he was not yet ready to identify or express openly.
I stood still inside the kennel, the dogs having jumped onto their beds and very attentively and expectantly watching me as I stood listening to the quiet outside in the yard and patio area. It was several moments later before I heard the sliding door open and Chris’ voice carry out.
“Hein, is everything okay?”
There was a pause, long enough that I was sure Chris might have begun to wonder, before the response. “Yes … just … … … never mind …” They spoke softly before the door closed.
* * * * *
As Hein came close to Chris and the door, Chris quietly spoke out with a familiarity that only a best friend would attempt. “Hein, you know what you are feeling.”
“Chris”, spoken in a voice intent on stopping him.
“No, you know … you should say something.”
He looked slightly up into the face of his best friend, the one man he could truly confide in about anything. Besides just always being available, Chris had saved his life in Central America and averted other encounters by his mere presence and selfless defiance. Chris never asked for anything, never expected anything. Simply put, he was a soldier and when they met that night in Central America, he was a soldier that had become disillusioned by governments. After they accepted each other, more than the soldier, Hein appreciated the man who was the soldier. So, he stood just inside the closed door and allowed him to push his concern back onto him. He was the only one so far who would.
“It has been … so fast …”
Chris put both of his strong hands on his boss’ shoulders, causing the man to look up. “Only because you never allowed it before … only because you didn’t expect it now.”
Hein’s words came from a downcast face, “Perhaps. But … is it okay if I’m scared? If I feel a need to get comfortable with this?”
Chris laughed hard. The outburst was enough to surprise Hein, but as Chris backed up to head off to bed, his words carried all the weight of caution before entering a dangerous situation. “Only a fool wouldn’t be at least somewhat scared, Hein. And, don’t fool yourself into thinking you can truly get too comfortable in the feeling. Not that I am anything of an expert, but I don’t think that is what those feelings are about.”
For all the power and control he routinely wielded in his world, those words did not help to ease his feeling of unease.
* * * * *
I stood just inside the kennel before the two dogs who I knew so very well and who knew me so very well in both attitude and physical. Being naked before them and the scent from my body being strong, they understood they didn’t need to be hesitant in their approach to me. And, they weren’t. I stood before them with my legs slightly parted and waited, but I didn’t have to for long. They moved to me with the confidence and intention signifying a well-practiced familiarity. As one drove his swiping tongue over my pussy, the other swiped my ass. I knew both were filled with cum from the men and the resulting scent would be unmistakable to the dogs. They had been nearby observers, though, during the activities with the others. They had watched intently as I was taken by the four others in different ways. Now was their turn and they also understood that. As significantly, I understood it, as well.
I bent over to reach underneath Axel in front of me. I slid my hand along his belly and found his cock tip well outside his sheath. I quickly debated with myself: I always enjoy sucking cock whether it man or canine so do I suck cock, first, or move right into fucking? Normally, as I settled into mating with the dogs, I like to approach them in the same way I might a man. I like to spend time sucking and teasing their bodies and cocks, even if they are exposed, already. A night like this, though, can be different for me. A night like this, I find myself highly charged and impatient to continue with the fucking. I have been well fucked already and the desire is still high knowing what I am going to do with the dogs. Although my mind thinks about sucking cock, my body is only wanting to be mounted.
I didn’t hesitate further. I got down into position on the matted floor near the beds and was not surprised when I felt Max’ body land on my back. I was less surprised at the brutal penetration of his cock as it slid across my guiding hand, grazed off the side of my pussy lips and plunged into my opening. I shuddered at the force and change of the experience after the men, then arched my back into him, raising his body slightly, and changing the angle of penetration as his motion quickly changed from adjusting to being in me and aligning our position to his frantic attack on my pussy, his cock sliding in and out of my clamping pussy as if he were possessed.
My pussy was already well lubricated from the semen of two men and the continual release of pre-cum from his cock only increased that. He pounded into me and I found my head and chest collapsed on the floor as hot breath panted into my neck and shoulder. I was holding on with every fiber of my body. I was ready to climax when I felt his knot against my lips, but I put my focus and attention on assisting him to enter me, diverting my mind to a task and delaying the mounting orgasm building and teetering just at the peak. When his knot broke through my constricting lips and plunged further into me, I did explode, my body quaking and my mouth opened in a silent cry.
As his cock emptied his seed into my pussy, my mind was blank and my body was a receptacle for this b**st, merely a bitch with the feeling of being inseminated by her mate. The sensation was strong and overwhelming. So much so, that when my body began recovering, my mind still only reacted to the role of being the bitch. I patted the surface in front of me, mumbling Axel’s name. He came and stood over me, his cock hanging out of his sheath nearly completely. I raised my head and his body moved over me, Max having already turned to be ass-to-ass with me. I rotated my head underneath him and took his cock into my mouth. He shifted over me, moving more of his cock into my mouth, more and deeper. This still felt new … and chilling. I still had a knot and cock locked in my pussy and now I had a cock being driven into my mouth. This was not any kind of comfortable cock sucking. This was a face fucking and his cock tip repeatedly found the entrance to my throat. At the same time, I felt the tip of his cock entering my throat, I felt Max testing the tie, pulling on me and bumping my g-spot. As I opened my mouth wider in a gasp coming from the combination of the two sensations, my mouth lips felt the forming of the knot on Axel’s cock. I gasped and grunted as my teeth were jammed against the forming knot at my mouth and I cried out, muffled as it was, as a small orgasm racked my body. My g-spot was somehow in near constant abuse from the knot in my pussy and the other cock was routinely driven into my throat.
I pulled away from Axel’s cock and dropped my head, saliva and pre-cum running from my mouth. I looked up and found a fully erect cock complete with formed knot bobbing alongside my head. As Max pulled his cock out of me, Axel was at my ass, gave it only one lick and leaped onto my back. I barely got my hand back to guide him when I was being jabbed by the red, bony rod that was his cock. The penetration was even more abrupt, dominating, and powerful than the previous one. My body shivered, again, another orgasm already building from the embers of the previous ones.
I felt completely dominated and used and controlled. I was being held in place and attacked, the cock flying into me and his already formed knot banging against my opening. I focused my mind only on my pussy. I willed it to expand its mouth, my real mouth even opening wide as if giving it a visualization. When the knot passed through, I cried out, shouting my joy and pleasure and encouragement for the dog to take me and make me his, to seed me and turn me into a bitch.
The words coming out of my mouth were somewhat shocking, but the intensity and feeling of them were not forced, they were my feelings. Later, recovering, my mind would subconsciously work on it. It was a series of stimuli, all pushing me to greater heights of sensation and arousal. The ‘family’ coming together finally in common and open activity; the suggestion of other a****ls I should mate with; the dogs, but more than just the dogs, that I had throated a cock. I had never managed or tried very hard to deepthroat one of the men, much less a canine. It all became overwhelming and powerful in the experience.
The dogs outdid themselves that night. The sleep I managed to get was fitful and intermittent, captured between moments of being mounted. Several times as I was again being encouraged by one of them to rise to my knees, I found myself on the matted floor, never managing to even crawl to the middle bed that was mine for these nights.
When morning came, I was being prodded and pawed, once again. I crawled, literally, out of the bed and knelt on the floor with my head on the mat, resigned to another mounting. Instead, my ass, hip, side, and face was being licked. They wanted to eat.
After taking care of the dogs’ morning needs, I stumbled and shuffled my way to the sliding door at the dinette area. I purposely avoided looking at the glass door as I approached, not wanting to see my image, not at all confident of what it might present.
At the sound of the door sliding open, Sharon turned from the kitchen counter where she was finishing cleaning up from everyone’s breakfast. “Oh, dear, you look awful.”
I glanced at her as I plopped into a chair at the table, “Thanks, I needed a pick-me-up to get my day going …”
She came to me with a large glass of orange juice, sat next to me, and took my free hand. “Sorry … but you really do look like you didn’t sleep last night.”
I sighed after drinking half of the glass and placing it on the table. “Oh … I did. Maybe five times for about a half hour each.” I looked around the kitchen. “I could really use some coffee …”
She patted my arm, not getting up. “What you really need is to take a shower and crawl into bed for a few hours.”
She studied me, I could tell without looking up. “What?”
I finally looked up at her. Her elbow was on the table, her chin supported in the palm of her hand. Her eyes were squinted as if that might help her discern something from looking at me as her eyes moved from my face down my naked and tired body. A smile came across her face. A smile of the same mischievous that was in her eyes as well as across her mouth. “How many times?”
I looked at her and marveled at how she was changing. Despite the number of times she has glimpsed or fully watched me with the dogs, she has never before ventured into a discussion about it. I gave her a smile, “Five times.”
She straightened up, “Five? Over the night? That doesn’t seem …”
I put up a hand to stop her, my smile getting bigger as I rolled my neck. “No … five times each …”
“Oh, my …” She stood up, took me by the shoulders and help me up. “I’m going to take you to the shower. Then, I want you to get into bed and not get out for at least two hours. Understood?”
I patted her hand on my shoulder, “Yes, ma’am.”
It turned out to be more than three hours. Feeling refreshed, I dressed in my uniform after much deliberation … white PET choker, white lace garter belt and stocking, and heels. The all-white seemed a delicious counterpoint to the activities of the past night.
Downstairs, I decided to follow the south wing to the home office where I was delighted to find a carafe, my favorite mug, and a still warm blueberry muffin. I checked a few Koningh Group emails, then switched to my personal ones. I didn’t get many of those, but I was following several authors who sent out informational messages about their upcoming books and appearances. There I found a forwarded message from Hein, but originating from Meike Hendriksen. All Hein added to the message was a reminder not to forget that call I wanted to make.
As I moved around the house dressed like I often was, I would have the phone either in the elastic of my stay-up stockings or in the garter belt at my hip as I was today.
I punched the contact I was looking for and waited. Living on a ranch, I could easily get an answering message, but not this time.
“Samantha, this is Laura Cariston. We met …”
“At Carol and Bob’s before that swinger party. I remember. They called you LauraC, right?”
I chuckled. “You have a good memory after this time.”
“Oh no, I don’t think that is the case as much as you being very memorable. So, dear, what can I do for you? There must be something for you to call out of the blue.”
I laughed. “There is, actually. I hope I am not being presumptuous in even asking, but I remembered you indicating that dogs weren’t the only a****ls you enjoyed. It was just something added to a comment, but it stuck with me.”
Now she laughed. “Very true. So, now you want to branch out into other a****ls?”
“Someone suggested it. I never thought about it, but now I am curious. I was hoping you might instruct me like you did with your dog. If possible, as soon as possible.”
I could hear her covering the phone and some muffled talking. “I can’t wait to see you again, Laura. Now, you said someone suggested it?”
I chuckled, “I’ll explain. It’s quite a story.”
“It sounds like it. Carol said you moved to Miami suddenly, but it was all very mysterious. I can’t wait to hear it. Fly into Tucson International and I will pick you up.”
* * * * *
Albert stood looking at Samantha. “We are having a visitor?”
“Sounds like it. Remember that woman I met at Carol and Bob’s?”
He thought for a minute, “Laura? You introduced her to canine, then you both participated in that swinger party.”
“A memory like a steel trap. Yes, she wants me to introduce her to some other a****ls. Something about it being a request for her.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Albert smiled, “Are you going to introduce her to a Bear and Wolf, too?”
She smiled back, “I think they would all enjoy that, don’t you?”
* * CHAPTER 14: HELP FROM SAMANTHA & ALBERT will follow * * Thanks for reading.