My wife & I have a female Golden Retriever, who naturally we take for daily walks. One of our walks is a wood adjoining an open field, in which Daisy can run around in.
One time, we came across another dog walker, also with a Golden Retriever; like us, he was a young guy, very handsome & blond, & as walkers often do, got chatting, essentially ‘comparing dogs’.
Meanwhile, the 2 dogs were getting along great, playing & chasing one another in the open field. As we spoke, could tell that Sally was finding this guy, Martin very attractive; body language & all that.
Talk of ‘breeding’ came up. Now Sally is a nurse, & though not a vet, naturally had fair medical knowledge. She reckoned that our dog Daisy would be ‘ready’ quite soon, & told Martin this.
It was a kinda spontaneous idea the 3 of us had, that the 2 dogs, Rufus & Daisy should mate in order to produce puppies. Forgive the pun, but shouldn’t really count chickens, but, all going well, we agreed that one of the pups would be for Sally’s younger sister, (as she’d wanted a dog), another one for someone Martin knew, & the rest be ‘donated’ as guide dogs.
Naturally, we exchanged details. Martin & I shook on this ‘agreement’, but Sally & Martin did more than just shake hands! I could sense the chemistry between them, so it was me who suggested that they seal the deal with a kiss!
In the wooded area, kinda concealed, I watched in awe, as this young blond guy took my wife in his arms, & they beautifully locked their mouths together.
They kissed with open mouths! Never was the saying ‘sealed with a kiss’ truer; AND I did nothing to discourage them; indeed the opposite, saying, “Don’t stop, as there’s no one else here!”. When they finally broke, ‘twas time to go back—-could sense the look on Sally’s face, as she had this smug, self satisfied look on her face.
Said I, “ Successful day—-a lover for Daisy found—-& maybe one for you as well maybe?” She smiled at me, announcing, “ I could make you a cuckold”. my erection, already there watching my wife being French snogged, became harder still.
When we got home, Sally quite openly asked if I wanted to masturbate—as she described her French kiss, my right hand worked up & down on my hard on.
To be continued
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