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One Friday night, I sat alone sipping wine and watching a movie on cable. Puppy curled up beside me, taking my most of the couch. When he turned to get comfortable, he scratched me with his toenail. Suddenly livid, I yelled at him, "Get down, Puppy!" He jumped quickly from the couch, looking back sadly, then went to his water dish and lapped its surface. Realizing I overreacted, that I wasn't mad at puppy as much as I was upset with my loneliness and confusion, I opened my mouth apologize. Before I could say a word, I became entranced by the motion of Puppy's tongue on the water.
More than a little buzzed, and desperately horny for the first time in months, I imagined how that long, flat tongue would feel on my pussy. The more I watched, the more aroused and curious I became. I needed to know what that felt like. But how?
I retrieved the peanut butter - extra smooth, the only kind I'll eat - from the cabinet and sat back down on the couch. Puppy, with his dog's knowledge of food containers, came trotting quickly back on the couch and placed his head in my lap. I smiled at him, rubbed his ears. I opened the peanut butter and stuck my finger inside, offering it to Puppy. He sniffed it curiously, then lapped away until every bit of the spread was gone and my finger was sticky with his saliva. His tongue was rough - too rough, I wondered. Only one way to find out.
I parted my robe, and - with a different finger, so as not to "contaminate" the tub of peanut butter - I slathered a bit of the stuff on my pussy. Puppy went straight for me without hesitation. His tongue was rough all right, and I almost regretted my actions, but the quick stiff licks all over my pussy felt incredible. I couldn't believe how good it felt. He moved his head away, finished, and I spread more on my lips. Puppy's head disappeared, his tongue whipping my clit like crazy. This time he didn't stop, as his eating had started me moistening. He licked away, trying to eat every bit of peanut butter, every drop of my juice. I pushed my back into the couch, savoring his tongue, his hot breath on my crotch. I started to come, and Puppy didn't stop licking me. The orgasm expanded, rose, until I thought I would lose my mind. I pushed Puppy from me and laid, satisfied, on the couch.
A little embarrassed, I turned to Puppy as if to apologize. There wasn't a need for anything of the sort; he looked at me with his big brown eyes, licked my hand, and let me pet him. Though I don't think he understood what he had done, he did know that it made me happy. If only men, I thought bitterly, were more like dogs...
My name is Tom; I am 34 and married to Jane who is 24. We have been married for 5 years and up until 6 months ago were very happy, never argued and had an ideal marriage. Things went wrong when I was made redundant, I went from dead-end job to job, money started to get tight, our savings soon started to vanish, we still kept up the lifestyle we were used to - that was the problem, Jane spent money as carefree as she used to do. One night I suggested that maybe she should look for work as well, we argued, and it ended with her storming out saying "What do you want me to do, become a prostitute, sell myself, would that make you happy?" She returned a couple of hours later; by the state of her she had visited a few bars and drunk more than she should have. At least she had calmed down and was prepared to talk about the situation we were in.
While she was gone I had thought about what she had said, no, not the prostitute bit but Jane is a very good looking, sexy woman, there is a guy I know called Roger who owns a model agency and he once told me he made good money selling photos to Men's Magazines. I told her of my plan and asked her what she thought about it - when I tell you that I spent the night on the couch you will probably guess what her answer was!
I woke up early having not slept that much and fixed breakfast, when Jane eventually came down she was apologetic, saying how sorry she was for behaving the way she had last night, she too had thought about what I had suggested and wanted to know more. I told her it was a stupid idea and for her not to worry as I would probably get work again soon, but she insisted that I tell her more. I again told her I knew someone who took pictures of girls to sell to magazines, and that he had told me once that the girls who posed for them could earn good money. She asked me if I thought that she was pretty enough and did I think he would be interested in her as a model?
Jane is 5ft 8in tall, she has blonde hair, long legs and a perfect body, she has smallish tits but they are firm and she has lovely erect nipples, she keeps her pussy smooth and if anything when naked has the looks and body of a teenager. I told her she was gorgeous and that she would be perfect, she thought about what I had said for a couple of minutes and agreed to see him with no promises, I asked if she was sure and she said if she could help in getting us out of the mess we were in she would.
Later I phoned and made an appointment for her to see him, she spent ages getting prepared and when she finally was ready she looked great, she looked very sexy indeed. I drove her to the studio and waited in the car while she went in.