“Hey, baby, whatcha doing?” Michael asked.
“Nothing, just straightening up a few things before you get home.”
“What’s wrong? he asked . . . you sound funny. You okay?”
“Yeah, of course. I was playing around with Bruno and got a little out of breath.”
Bruno was still pleasuring me. My head felt as if it were wrapped in cotton, and my ears were buzzing so loudly in my head that while I could hear Michael talking, I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Then, gasping for air . . . Bruno pulled another orgasm from me, leaving me trembling and breathless as I clutched the phone in my hand, unable to speak.
“Traci, honey, you sure you’re okay? Has Bruno being giving you any trouble?”
“No, no, Brr r runo’s been an angel,” I stuttered as Bruno licked my clit with his deliciously rough tongue sending shivers through me.
“Well, I won’t keep you, I just called to let you know I’d be home probably around seven and thought maybe we could go out to dinner.”
“That sounds fine Michael . . . I’ll be glad when you get home.”
“Bye,” I added as I ended the call.
As soon as I put the phone down, I knelt on the floor and bent over for him. Bruno came up behind me and, with his now rigid cock pressed it inside me on the first attempt. There in Michael’s cave, his dog Bruno fucked me hard and deep until we both came.
Michael got home later that day, and after we got home from dinner, he wanted to have sex. I wanted to let Bruno stay in the room, but Michael refused and put him in the hall and closed the bedroom door. I loved Michael, but it wasn’t the same as doing it with Bruno.
*****
Once Michael returned home, I thought the bond between Bruno and me would fade, but I was wrong; it grew stronger. For a time, Michael seemed oblivious to any changes having taken place in our household. I no longer complained about feeling intimidated and afraid of Bruno, and he still thought it was funny when Bruno would corner me and aggressively push his nose between my legs and sniff me.
Little did Michael know or even suspect what was happening around him. When Michael was on his 24, I willingly and eagerly gave Bruno all the sex he wanted when he wanted it.
By now, I was well past the point of feeling shame for anything I was doing, and my desire for Bruno emboldened me. At night when we’re in the family room watching movies, Bruno would often snuggle up next to me on the sofa, and I would reach under him and stroke him with Michael sitting at the other end of the sofa seemingly unaware.
It was like I had two lovers, two strong, sexually demanding men in my life. I truly felt I had the best of both worlds
Eventually, though, you could sense the growing tension between the three of us. Bruno and I were always together, and Bruno could sometimes be quite possessive of me and my attention and hostile toward Michael. Michael had even said more than once that watching Bruno and I together was like watching two lovers. He said I didn’t treat Bruno like a pet.
“Are you letting that dog fuck you?” he asked calmly one night when I wouldn’t have sex with him.
“I’m not a fucking idiot, Traci. I see the way you’re always touching and caressing him, talking sweet to him, and when you think I won’t see, the way you fondle and rub the damn dog’s genitals.
“Oh my god, Michael . . . that’s disgusting, how could you even say anything like that to me?” I had said defensively and turned my back to him.
Michael moved into the guest room that night.
*****
Things came to a head several days later. Michael and I had been arguing, and Bruno had gotten between us and started snarling and growling at Michael in warning. From the expression on Michael’s face, he was surprised and angered that his own dog had apparently turned on him.
“You are one sick bitch, Traci,” he had shouted, adding that he knew what was going on, and it was fucking unnatural. It wasn’t too long after that, Michael and I broke up, and I moved out.
It’s strange the way life and fate intertwine. If I hadn’t met and moved in with Michael, I wouldn’t have known Bruno even existed, and I would never have known the comfort, pleasure, and physical satisfaction he has given me. Who could have foreseen that my initial feelings of intimidation and fear toward Bruno would evolve into what I now felt?
Bruno is everything to me, and thankfully, Michael was man enough to put aside his male ego and hurt feelings and grudgingly let me have Bruno. There probably is something wrong with me, something unnatural about my feelings for Bruno, but I don’t care. All I know for sure is that I have never been happier.
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