The three children began breathing hotly, stroking harder and licking their lips lewdly. They tried to pull Roxanne down onto the bed. They tried to pull her into the pool of hot fresh piss so they could all wallow mindlessly, enjoying their deep love.
But the big-titted housewife strained against her children's demands and managed to raise herself up off the sopping mattress.
"I love you all," Roxanne announced, wrapping the fifty-dollar bill around one of her deliciously long fingers. "But I'm afraid we have a lot to do today. Come on, now. Let's get cleaned up and have some good breakfast."
After a satisfying meal of hot cakes and sausage, the Fildert's all piled into their station wagon and headed for the kennels. It was Saturday and Dave had to work, and the girls thought they'd all go out and see just what it was Dave did for a living.
As they drove across town, Dave did his best to impress the girls, and his mother, pretending he was the real breadwinner of the family now that his father had passed away. Sandy, Candy and Roxanne allowed him to play his little game, for they were all still mellow and delighted after experiencing such a wonderful closeness earlier in the day.
The kennels were on the outskirts of town, and on the way there the Fildert's passed by Mr. Schultz's grocery store. It just so happened that he was out setting up a produce display on the sidewalk when the Fildert car stopped for a red light. Sandy leaned out of the car window and slipped her index finger back and forth between her lips swiftly when she saw the man who had given her such a good time in the hot tub. Upon noticing the Fildert girl, Mr. Schultz almost dumped a crate of tomatoes onto the street, he was so surprised. A few minutes later, the Fildert car passed Mr. Karp's gas station. He happened to be out front putting up new price signs when he saw Candy waving at him frantically. Remembering how she had come so violently after he had ripped the knotted handkerchief from Candy's asshole, Mr. Karp tripped over a gas hose and plastic numbers slipped from his grasp to clatter against the pavement.
But the remainder of the drive out to the kennels was uneventful. As Dave drove, Mrs. Fildert smiled back at her two daughters who sat up straight in the back seat.
Then Dave turned off onto the dirt road that led to the kennels. Parking the car under the big sign that advertised the Kozy Dog Kennels, Dave breathed a sigh of relief and switched off the ignition.
"Oh, by the way, Mom," Dave said, trying to act important, "my boss, Mr. Dackel, has the hots for you. So be careful, okay?"
Roxanne laughed and patted her sort on the knee. "Now, Dave. You don't have to worry about me." Reaching into the Dave's crotch, the well-endowed widow gave her son's cock a healthy squeeze. "Besides, I've already got a man."
The teen blushed, but spread his legs wider nonetheless to give his mother a better angle.
Watching the action in the front seat, the twins began moving closer together, reaching out for one another. Sandy leaned over and gave her sister a deep soul-kiss, moving her hand down to stroke Candy's pussy.
Soon, all four Fildert's were writhing around in the car, moaning and breathing heavily. The twins squealed delightfully as they jammed their fingers in one another's juicing cunt. And Dave leaned over to try and gobble up as much of his mother's abundant tit-flesh as he could.
"Haaarrrumppphhh!" A loud masculine grunt echoed through the Fildert's station wagon. Dave sprang back and slapped against the door, bruising his back. His mother clutched at the edge of the car seat, breaking a fingernail. And the two girls in the back were plastered against the rear seat, frozen with shock.
Mr. Dackel stood just inside the driver's door. Scratching his belly, he leaned over and peered into the car.
"Well, what have we here?" he asked, smiling like he had just unearthed a fortune in buried treasure.
"Oh, ah, hi, Mr. Dackel," Dave said, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants without his boss noticing.
But Roxanne leaned over and provided the excited kennel owner with a view of the tops of her big soft tits. She smiled and licked her lips lasciviously.
Mr. Dackel squirmed through the window as far as he could, staring all the while at Mrs. Fildert's big breasts. Pushing Dave aside, the man said, "Pleased to meet you. Ah, I haven't seen you so, ah, lively since the funeral."
Roxanne offered her hand to Mr. Dackel and he fairly sucked her long supple fingers into his mouth under the pretense of giving her a polite kiss. As he temporarily lost himself in the delights of the widow's warm flesh, Mr. Dackel accidentally hit the horn button with his hip. Everyone in the car laughed jubilantly. Mr. Dackel blushed, at first, but it wasn't long before he was joining in the hilarity.
A few moments later, everyone had extracted themselves from the station wagon. It was a beautiful sunny day and the air was crisp and clean. Behind the main office building was a row of fenced cages filled with all sorts of big healthy dogs. Upon catching the scent of the visiting Fildert family, the dogs all rushed to one side of the compound and began barking wildly.
"Oh, don't mind them," Mr. Dackel said, placing his arm around Roxanne's bare shoulders. "They're just glad to see you."
Sandy and Candy stood close together, scared for the moment by the sight and sound of the ferocious dogs yapping violently and clawing at the chain link fence.
"Aw, come on, you dumb girls," Dave said, exhibiting the fact that he was not frightened in the least. "Whet are you afraid of, huh?"
Mr. Dackel held Roxanne tighter. "Dave, why don't you take your sisters over there and show them just what it is you do around here."
"Sure thing, boss," Dave replied.
The three took off and disappeared behind the main building. Then Mrs. Fildert looked up at Mr. Dackel and smiled seductively.
"You know, it's been tough without a man around," she said, sighing deeply and thrusting out her big tits.
"Yeah, that's what I heard… I mean… that's probably true," Mr. Dackel said, beginning to sweat. "Even in these liberated times."
Roxanne reached around Mr. Dackel's waist and gave him a hearty squeeze. "I knew you were an understanding man," she said. "There are more important things in this life than paychecks and promotions."
"R-r-right, Mrs. Fildert."
"Call me Roxanne, please."
"Whatever you say. And I'm Hal."
"Sure thing, boss," Roxanne said, smiling coquettishly.
As the dogs continued to howl and whine, the burly kennel owner led the buxom housewife into his office. Just before they walked through the door, Roxanne paused to look down the line of cages. By now, the dogs were drooling and yapping uncontrollably. She had to speak louder to make herself heard above the high-pitched yelps and wails of the frantic canines.
"They seem to be quite excited today," the woman said, gripping Mr. Dackel's arm tighter.
The big man paused to admire the beasts as they struggled against the chain link fence that buckled and creaked as more dogs piled against it, clawing and yipping.
"Yes, not many people know this," he said, staring down into Roxanne's eyes. "But the dog is one of the most sensitive members of the animal kingdom."
"If you say so, Hal," she replied, reaching up to stroke his chest, pausing to slip her fingers beneath his shirt, gently brushing her hot hand across his thick chest hair. "But I bet you're a pretty sensitive animal yourself, Hal."
He shook his head and laughed heartily. "And I thought the guys down at the Legion Hall were just telling stories about you."
"Pardon me?" Roxanne said, winking one eye quizzically.
"Oh, nothing, honey. Come on. Why don't we get inside and take a load off… or whatever."