As time went on she additionally permitted Howard to masturbate in the front seat, his one hand jerking lewdly on the lust-thickened length of his penis while his other hand played with her breasts like this. And then she would hold him and caress him and whisper sweet endearments while he panted out his release.
But, somehow, willy-nilly, she still managed to put him off until he was well into his second year of college before, subtly afraid that she was losing him to some blonde sorority beauty, she got him to "force" her to agree to elope.
After that they never looked back.
Howard was a most satisfactory lover in the early years of their marriage, although he did occasionally have a nasty habit of suggesting obscene things – such as that she should take his penis into her mouth, which, of course, she would never do. Georgia did not regard herself as a prude in this respect. She enjoyed normal sex and had orgasms quite often. They were usually pleasant quiet affairs, but quite adequate to relax her.
She regarded normal sex – that is, intercourse committed in "missionary position" – as a right of married couples – nay, almost as a duty. And, anyway, it was the most comfortable position for her. As for the "perversions", like fellatio and cunnilingus, she could dismiss them as unnatural. After all, they couldn't produce children, could they? And really she found even the thought of them disgusting.
And so it was that when, for some reason, Howard ceased making love to her recently, she had little notion for anything else. Indeed, she would have been offended if he had tried to satisfy her with his tongue or in any other way. For that would have been unnatural.
This was all part of what ran through the frustrated housewife's mind as she went to look for their German shepherd visitor.
"Wolf! Oh Wolf!" she called, not reflecting that her furry guest would have no way of knowing the name she had selected for him.
"Oh Wolf!" She pushed open the back door, and then the screen door, and her heart jumped. He was nowhere in sight! "Wolf! Wolf!!" Where was that interesting vagabond, anyway? She was out on the colored blocks of the patio now, and the fresh morning air was cold on her ankles. She hadn't realized how much she was looking forward to the dog's company until suddenly he was no longer there, and her heart raced in a way that she would have thought obscene if she were looking around for a human male.
"Wolf! Oh, there you are."
The rough looking animal inclined its head and looked at her pleasantly from his sleepy corner around the side of the house, his face almost in a smile. He had been waiting for the nice lady who had been so good and who smelled so exciting to him. Now he was settled down in a sphinx-like position over the bare lamb bone, which he had been gnawing comfortably as he daydreamed about the soft white body he had glimpsed the times her housecoat ballooned outward.
"It's time for your bath, Wolf," Georgia said, looking down at him. This was awkward. She wanted to give him a bath, but, at the same time he was still a strange dog, and there was never any telling how he might behave if she forcibly tried to get him up and into the house. So she merely wrung her hands together, adding more coquettishly than she knew, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to come into the house for a nice bath?"
Surprisingly, these were words that "Wolf" understood. He had heard them often enough before from other pleasant, well-meaning ladies. He abruptly got up on his feet and moved past her to the back door, where he stood wagging his tail and panting, looking back at his red haired benefactress to open it for him.
"Well, you are clever, aren't you?" said Georgia, pleasantly surprised.
Wolf barked. It was the first time he had done so, and Georgia did not find it all unpleasant. Smiling, she followed him back to the kitchen door and held both doors open for him as he scampered inside. Then he let her go ahead of him up the stairs to the second floor.
Georgia could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made her way to the bathroom with the furry German shepherd right behind her and occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his rough fur along her silk-smooth skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her soft inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-starved pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and her subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious level to admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal erotically intoxicating.
"Well, here we are, handsome," she said as they entered the bathroom. And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for her to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly proportioned flesh in all of its Junoesque desirability.
Wolf's big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spell-binding presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent of her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with an answering desire.
Georgia turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized that Wolf's burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. She glanced instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away. There was certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal, was there? She looked at her firm highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After all, it was not as if it were a man she was alone with, was it?
Laughing nervously, the redheaded housewife bent down and gave Wolf a light fondling around his snout. "You devil," she giggled. "You've got eyes that get right up between a woman's legs, and you know it, don't you?"
Wolf gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Georgia really liked the dog now, and, after all, any admirer was better than none. Feeling like Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding mirrors, she realized that even Howard hadn't looked at her supple, curvaceous flesh like that in a dog's age. Was that fair?
Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing red hair. Then she turned away from Wolf towards the bathtub, presenting to him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly before his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then bent over in order to turn on the faucets.
From this position Wolf could make out just the barest wisps of her pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of her smoothly formed ass-cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar anticipation.
Georgia meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be sure it wouldn't be too hot or too cold for the nice doggy, who had strayed to her door. And in that moment of complete and vulnerable exposure, with her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Wolf's face, the young wife had an experience that would have been predictable for a worldly woman of wider sexual experience, but which for Georgia Rogers constituted perhaps the most shattering physical adventure she had ever had – or thought about – in her entire life.
For, in that moment suspended between time and space, poised with all of her lusciously tempting nakedness undulating in sexual promise over the bath, she suddenly felt the hot, swiping lick of a long animal tongue moving wetly from an artful point just below her curl-fringed pussy lips, stroking ardently through her quiescent cuntal furrow, and up sharply through the cleft in her buttocks to flick and poke expertly at her virginal little anus!