For several moments, there was an awesome stillness in the room. Each of the three was searching his or her soul, trying to figure out how they really felt about all that had happened. Hank decided it was up to him to put the others at ease. "Well, that sure cleared the air, didn't it!"
They all laughed hilariously. So far, so good.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
There was still a surprise in store for Hank. Just as he was becoming reconciled to the new reality of his marriage – that he and Ellie now shared an "open" relationship – his wife and her redheaded girl friend astonished him with an unexpected spectacle.
One evening, he and Greg were idling in the bar of Wanda's hotel, waiting for the women upstairs to get dressed for dinner. When they had been waiting for over an hour, Hank decided to go and fetch them.
"You sure you should walk in on them?" Greg asked, a wry grin on his face. "You never know what they'll be up to."
"You mean they might be eating each other's pussies? Hell, I can handle that. One at a time, of course." Hank still couldn't get over some of the raunchier aspects of their new life – like sharing his wife with another woman. But there was no denying that it titillated him to think that Ellie might be upstairs writhing in ecstasy, her face buried in Wanda's red-thatched pussy.
"All the same, I better come with you," Greg said.
Hank couldn't figure out why Greg was being so cautious. He put it down to boredom. But, when he opened the door to Wanda's room he understood.
How was he going to react to this one?
His blonde wife was kneeling naked on the floor, screwing a big German Shepherd! The young husband had never seen anything like the lewd sight of that pointed red dog-prick sliding slickly in and out of his wife's twat. She wriggled her ass-cheeks back at his hairy loins with bouncy enthusiasm. The vigor of her efforts sent her tits swaying from side to side.
At first, Hank didn't think the women had noticed their entry. Wanda was kneeling naked next to Ellie, her attention totally absorbed by the progress of the animal's jerking cock. She was waving her own ass salaciously in the air, obviously living vicariously the pleasure Ellie was enjoying at first hand.
At last, though, Ellie cast a shy naughty glance in her husband's direction. It was a long way from the look of terror she had demonstrated the day Hank caught her with another man for the first time. It was a "So what do you think of this?" look. It dared him to respond to her brazen wantonness.
"Ooooohhh, I feel so good," she whimpered. "Nugget's cock is so big and filling in my pussy."
It took the young husband a few minutes to decide exactly what he did think of the idea of sharing his wife with a dog. It was clear that this was not the first time Ellie had screwed the animal. And if he knew Ellie and her ever-growing sense of adventure, it would not be the last.
His eyes followed the cum-streaked cock in and out, in and out. Before he knew it, he was hypnotized into a lusty state of arousal. It was a far-out fantasy, to watch a woman, his own wife at that, screwing a German Shepherd. But it was a fantasy. It made him horny for her.
For a moment Hank considered how far he and Ellie had come as a couple. There was a time when he would have been furious with her for what she was doing. Now his only response was to find a way to join the fun.
He watched Greg strip and sink his cock deep into Wanda's pussy from behind. The redhead mewled frenziedly as she continued to watch her girl friend service the animal. Hank lost no more time in joining the orgy. He didn't want to be odd man out when it came time for the big bangs!
Pulling his cock from his fly, he knelt before his squirming wife. He watched her lips begin to nibble hungrily on his bulbous-shaped cockhead. She was such a sexy woman, his wife! She really knew how to take it! And most of all, he knew she still like him best.
"Mmmmm!" she groaned as she took his whole impressive length into her mouth.
"Ellie, I love you!" he told her. "But do me a favor." He looked into the dazed eyes of the big animal humping opposite him. "No more surprises – for a while, at least."