Felicia tapped the monstrous dog on the rump and he leaped up on the bed, wagging his stub of a tail and panting happily, his long tongue drooping out the side of his mouth.
Felicia watched with an interested eye and a twinge of satisfaction. Her judgment about the petite woman and her dormant passions had been right. It made her feel good.
"Ooooo, you handsome pooch," Charlotte purred. She hugged the large beast with the glossy black fur. "Today is going to be our day," she told him, squeezing him affectionately around his thick neck and rubbing her tits into his fur.
Felicia sat on the edge of the bed, her large tits jiggling under her flimsy black lace robe. She stroked Khan's rump, enjoying Charlotte's enthusiasm. "You ready to come down to breakfast?"
"I don't know," Charlotte said, feeling deliciously naughty, just like when she had played hooky from school. "Maybe I'll just lay around in bed all day and play with my pussy – or yours – or Khan's cock."
"Feeling pretty good, huh?"
"Better than good! Terrific! Last night was something out of a dream. All week has been like a dream." An exciting tremor swept through her as Khan licked her face and neck. Instinctively, she backed away as some of her old fears surged through her.
"You still have a few of your fears to iron out," Felicia laughed. She pulled the Doberman over to her by his studded collar. "I guess you'll still have them for a while."
"Not for long," Charlotte vowed. "Not after seeing all the things I've been missing and how repressed I've been. If George could see me now!"
She giggled devilishly, fondling herself freely, kneading the flesh of her tingling skin, no longer shy, no longer ashamed of the sexual feelings she had always denied herself.
"George would be proud. Speaking of George," Charlotte said abruptly, "how did you ever fix it so he wouldn't worry about me when I didn't show up at my sister's?"
"I was wondering when you'd get around to asking," Felicia said, a grin on her face, her blue eyes sparkling devilishly.
"I was going to ask you, but I've either been fucking or sleeping. And last night – the three of us, you and your brother and me – we sort of got carried away."
"You mean, you got carried away," Felicia corrected. "It made me feel good to see you act so naturally – and without the drug too." Felicia stroked the quiet dog's head, her long fingers touching his jowls.
Charlotte leered at the huge black-haired beast, her eyes bright, glistening with a desire to take the dog on her own. She blinked. "About George… I want to know how you managed it."
"It was simple," Felicia paused. "George knows all about it." She let the statement hang.
Charlotte's face reddened with shock, then blazed with rage. "The rotten bastard!" she snarled maliciously, her jaw tight. "The dirty rotten fuckin' bastard!" She was breathing hard, anger welling up inside of her small, compact body.
Felicia stroked Charlotte's slender leg. "Think about it for a moment, Lotty. George did you a favor." Her hand skimmed up the small woman's thigh to her pussy mound and the thick foliage of dark-red curly cunt hair. She kept her hand there, cupping the furry mound. "He loves you."
"Then why this?" At that moment she hated him, hated her husband with all her heart.
Felicia's hand began to move almost imperceptibly on Charlotte's pussy, caressing the soft mound with her palm. "If you think about it, you'll know why. You've been married quite some time now and George has asked you to do many things, but you've constantly refused him. You wouldn't try anything different, or even give him the notion that you would consider it. Your sex-life has been very dull."
Charlotte was calming down and the words rang true, only too true. She blinked, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek, and she heaved a heavy sigh. She found herself nodding in agreement.
"He could have said, the hell with you, and had affairs or divorced you, but he loves you. He wanted you free from your hang-ups and the way you were raised by your parents so that you two could enjoy the rest of your lives together."
Charlotte felt foolish. Every word Felicia said was true. She had been, except for rare occasions, very selfish in bed, accepting, never giving – only receiving.
"How did he meet you?" Charlotte finally asked. She squirmed, Felicia's thumb going into her cunt.
"I've known George for a long time. Craig introduced us."
"Did you ever fuck George?"
"I made it with him and my brother. And a few times with George and a dog." She smiled at Charlotte. "George certainly got off when I made it with a dog."
Charlotte was amazed and needed to know more. "Was it before we were married?"
"Yes."
Charlotte felt a load being lifted off her shoulders. If he could be faithful while having all the exotic delights at his fingertips, then he must certainly love her.
"I met him again a few months ago," Felicia continued to explain, her thumb turning Charlotte's pussy into a pool of oozing cunt-cream. "We got to talking and the conversation got around to you, and I suggested this. At first, he was reluctant. Then I explained that if his feelings about your latent sexuality were true, he'd be doing you, as well as himself, a favor. He agreed and we set it up for this week." She slipped three fingers into Charlotte's pussy, feeling the heated wetness. "I hope you understand now."
"Unnnnn," Charlotte hummed, her hips wriggling. She pressed down against the woman's fingers in her cunt – her tantalizing fingers. "You won't say anything about me fucking your brother, will you?"
"It doesn't matter. George understands. He knew that once you were here, my brother and I would both enjoy you."
Charlotte gulped. "He did this all because he wanted me to make it with animals?"
"No," Felicia corrected. "He did it because he loves you and wanted you to enjoy sex the way it should be enjoyed, the way you always inwardly wanted to enjoy sex, but were too afraid to admit to yourself. You did nothing here that you didn't want to do – the drug only heightened those desires that were hiding in you. We only brought them out in the open for you and your husband to enjoy."
Charlotte's head was spinning, half from the torturous fingers in her cunt and half from the knowledge she just received. "Then I might as well learn everything there is about my own sexuality."
"I'm glad you feel that way. George knew that once your barrier was broken and you were home again, you would be a more loving wife and he, in turn, would be able to be a more loving husband. What happens to you in this house will be an experience the two of you can enjoy over and over again in the future. Most of your visit here has been filmed. The films are a present from me."
Felicia took off her robe. "How would you like to have a taste of Khan's prick before we go down to breakfast?"
Charlotte's head whirled. "Whewwwww," she sighed. "I… I…"
"Think of George and how much pleasure you'll be able to give him once you come to grips with yourself completely. You've already accepted sex with me and three-way sex without the drug. Why not climb over that last hurdle and make it with my handsome Khan?" She placed her juice-stained fingers at Charlotte's mouth. "Taste your own cunt-cream."
Greedily, Charlotte sucked the creamy foam off of Felicia's fingers, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. "I'm nervous," she admitted, "but I want to – not only for George – but for myself." She stared at the dog, seeking courage. She wanted Khan, the ache in her cunt told her that.
Felicia climbed to the head of the bed. Her massive tits bounced as she became comfortable, crossing her long sensuous legs and sitting like an erotic golden statue, her eyes glittering mysteriously. "I'll watch."
Charlotte cuddled up to the dog, rubbing her naked body against his fur. She shivered with a growing desire for him. The dog's fur felt warm against her flesh and she wrapped her arms around his thick neck, letting her fingers trail along his mouth and teeth.