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CHAPTER 27: DOG KENNELING

Summer in Arizona will get very hot, but the nights still cool off comfortably. So, to save the poor air conditioner from working all day and night we have taken to opening up much of the house and letting the air flow through in the night. It has the added benefit of letting us hear the world outside wake up. But there was a new sound outside this morning. Living way out in the country on a dead end gravel/dirt road means there is little civilization noise unless Harry or the ranch was getting an early start. This morning, though, as I turned over and encircled the body next to me … aww, a breast, Mom … I heard an occasional bark and soft giggling and a very occasional playful shriek. In most places that could be any number of different dogs or families or k**s out early. But not around here.

I fully opened my eyes and stretched my body, kissed Mom’s shoulder and slid out of bed. Stopping in the bathroom and then quietly out into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind me. At the patio door I could see the only explanation that was plausible, Helen was chasing and being chased by the two dogs on the back lawn. She was still wearing her nightgown that came to mid-thigh as she quickly moved one direction or the other in play, she was wearing one of the playful panties she insisted on getting. We had to look hard but at Target we did finally find a couple different panties in her size with cartoon characters on them.

In one of her turns she saw me in the open patio door. When she stopped and diverted her attention to me, Cody was already in the air and instead of her moving out of the way, he plowed right into her, knocking her to the ground and both dogs were on top of her, licking her face, arms and legs. After playfully struggling with the dogs, she got to her knees and rubbed both heads and pointed to the door. The dogs looked to me and came running. I found myself smiling that they were running to me and that Helen just knew they would want to greet me and pointed me out to them.

As she came into the house, I opened my arms and she walked right into them. We hugged tighter and fuller each time we did. And there has been a lot of hugging since it was decided she would be staying with us. I could feel her body and I am sure she was very conscious of mine, naked in her arms. Her hand moved up and down the length of my bare back with her face buried in my neck. I kissed her cheek and gave her another quick squeeze. “If you are going to be getting up early, let me show you how the coffee machine works.”

She giggled, “Another chore?”

“Only if you are up first. Around here the first one up gets the coffee going. Life doesn’t have a chance without that in our system.” We both laughed as I showed her where everything was and how much coffee went with how much water to get the strength the way we all liked it.

The weekend was exactly what we all needed. We had two days of devoted togetherness. She continued to open up to us about more and more details of her life, all coming out directly because of the stark difference to what she was now experiencing with us. Mom and I even got dressed at one point and we all walked over to Juli’s with the dogs and spent some time with her. Helen seemed to really love the a****ls. She would wander off with the dogs and we would find her with the horses, stroking and petting them while the dogs poked their heads through the rails for touches as well. She confided that seeing the dogs and horses together gave her additional confidence with them as well. Everyone was quickly finding increasing comfort having this new member of the group in our midst. And life was slowly getting back to normal. Tim had quickly gotten comfortable with loving Mom and I up in front of Helen and giving her a quick kiss in turn. His hugs with her increasingly included more contact and stroking of her arms and back. How is it that someone can be with you for less than a week and already seems to fit in? And I didn’t think it was artificial, either. She truly seemed to be the extraordinary young woman we saw. I was more eager than previously to have confirmation from the health professionals.

This was the week of new changes in our lives beyond Helen’s presence. The kenneling business Mom and I decided to undertake as an extension of the work Nikki was involved in was to come to fruition. Although it wasn’t intended to be a drop-in enterprise, we felt we needed a business name for the kennel operation for the purposes of identification, supply purchases, payments and bookkeeping. This wasn’t supposed to become a charity operation and would be nice if it generated a little profit. It should at least cover all expenses and the cost of renovations to the kennel building and play yard. We were waiting for Bob to arrive with the first two boarders. We had been a little lax in the excitement of Helen’s arrival and still didn’t know what Bob intended with these two boarders. Was it just housing them or was there some level of training desired. But while we waited, we were talking about this new venture. Helen asked the question we still had not resolved, the name for the kennel. We couldn’t establish an account for it to separate the expenses if we didn’t have a name.

She looked at us across the wrought iron table on the patio. “What names have you considered?”

Mom was frustrated by the topic, “Ugh, we can never decide on anything that sounds good to us. Everything just sounds like another kennel and this is different but we don’t want to be too blatant.”

Helen was quiet for a few moments and it was clear she was determined to help us with this, even if we were already frustrated by needing to come up with a name. “Let’s look at it from a different angle. I remember something Tim said early on about you and the dogs. That Cody and Jackson were much more than pets here. And I can understand that we” and I thought it was very interesting that she used the word ‘we’ in this conversation “can’t use a name like ‘K-9 Lovers’ or ‘K-9 Mates’ or ‘Mating Options’ Kennels. Even if there isn’t a sign out by the road, the bank and supply stores see the name.” She was quiet for a moment as she looked at us.

I smiled at Mom. Helen was trying to be of help to us, not just living with us, but taking a contributing role. “Keep going, Helen, you’re on a roll.”

“Well, I was thinking … how about the name ‘More Than Pets Kennel’? It certainly expresses the feeling you have about Cody and Jackson, presumably how other dog-lovers feel, but could just as easily be an expression from a family that was very devoted to their pet.”

Mom smiled at her, then at me. “I love it! It really does express our feeling and relationship but can still be innocent. Let’s try it out on Bob and get his reaction. But I like it.”

Shortly after Bob did arrive. We were already moving through the house at the sound of a vehicle on the gravel leading up to the house. We greeted him as he got out of the van and we made introductions for Helen. As we walked to the back of the van, I informed Bob that Helen would have some responsibility for the kennel but not any training. He understood immediately. So as he opened the back of the van and attached leashes to the dogs in the cages, he handed the leashes to Helen. She was a little hesitant but Bob reassured her and us, “All the dogs we will be working with will already be very well trained and socialized. We can’t risk giving a dog to one of our special clients if it weren’t. They will be in too vulnerable a position if the dog might over-react to another dog or not obey simple, basic commands.”

With that reassurance, Helen took the two dogs and led them around the house to the kennel building. Cody and Jackson followed closely, curious about the addition of these males to their lives. After talking to Bob about his intentions and expectations about our first boarders, we saw him off and then joined Helen in the kennel area of the building. She had followed our directions precisely. Each run down the inside hallway had two white boards next the door. The small one for the dog’s name, breed and age. The large one would be used for the dietary needs and schedule, training requirements, and evaluation. She had the information transferred from the papers provided by Bob. She was also at the computer in the demonstration area where we had setup a small office area. She had created a folder for each dog for paper work to be filed but was in the process of transferring the information into the computer using the simple, basic software we found for such enterprises.

Mom and I stood in the open door to the area and I stopped her. “She seems almost desperate to be productive and contributing. She seems self-motivated, quite intelligent, a problem solver, and excellent people skills.”

“Yes, if we can work on her confidence, look out world.”

From that moment on there was no need for either of us to reminder her or get her going to the next task at the kennel. She asked questions and sought our input and review of her work but that was learning and we appreciated that from her and told her so. She took to heart that this job wasn’t a big public safety issue but for the client how the dogs were handled and how they reacted to human contact was critical and was a safety issue for them. She spent extra time with the new dogs, working with them on basic training commands. And, it wasn’t unusual to find her at the computer in the kennel doing research on K-9 care and training. She seemed to be soaking in the whole effort. The dogs, including Cody and Jackson, were now on a regular and dependable schedule for feeding, grooming and exercise. Bob wanted us to evaluate if these would be good for mating with women and then we would discuss what training should be done. That would come. For now, Helen suggested a time of adjustment for the new dogs to get comfortable in the new environment. I was more than pleased with her acceptance of responsibility for the kennel’s operation and very willing to seriously consider any recommendation she brought forward.

One day she asked if she could go visit Juli. “You mean by yourself?”

“Would that be okay? You guys are busy and I have something to ask her. The kennel is taken care of for the time being.”

“Of course, you don’t have to ask. Just let us know so we don’t get concerned where you are.”

When she turned and walked to the trail between our properties, Mom and I looked at each other but just shrugged. If she wanted to tell us, she would have.

That afternoon Tim called from work, “It’s been a week since Helen came into our lives. In one way it doesn’t seem like a long time and in another way it seems like a long time. When do we take her on another step into our normal routine?”

Mom took the call and put it on speaker, “She’s been pretty easy but I know what you mean. It would be nice to be fully normal around here, again.”

“Are you both generally naked during the day? Has that become the norm for her to see you?”

“Oh, yes. From the time we are up in the morning and throughout the day until we go out somewhere or when Bob brought the dogs out.”

I inserted, “Sir, are you thinking about our evening attire for dinner?”

“Yes. That and more comfortable expression of our sexuality. Have you been very visible when you are with the boys or are you still distancing yourselves?”

Mom laughed, “Today, it was very different. Michele and I were headed for the back of the property when Helen asked us not to. She told us that she already knows what happens when we leave with the dogs, why not just relax and enjoy them right by the patio if that is normal for us. We agreed that would be easier if she was comfortable with it.”

I added to that, “In fact she chuckled at the comfort part. She admitted that she better be getting comfortable with it as much as it happens around here. And, she pointed out that there would be training of the other dogs started at some point and even if that was more clinical than the relationships we have with ours, open sex was going to be an even bigger part of life here. I think she is ready to be exposed to whatever we might normally want to do.”

Mom readily agreed, “But, I think her participation should still be discouraged or restricted. I am still afraid she might try to fit in or to live up to a misconceived expectation.”

“Sir, we have already met with the medical doctor this week and the other records are on the way to her. She appears perfectly healthy. Physically, anyway. Tomorrow we meet with the psychologist. Hopefully, we’ll know more at that time. I wanted to get training for the two new dogs this week and Friday may workout. I want to hear from the psychologist tomorrow.”

“That all sounds good. But, tonight?”

Mom and I smiled at each other. Tim really wanted to get back to having his evening of erotically dressed wives returned. Mom promised him, “Dear, we will work it out. You can expect your wives to greet you properly tonight.”

We weren’t going to disappoint Tim tonight. In the late afternoon we explained the change to Helen. Mom had started a special dinner for the evening. I was helping and Helen was listening to us. “Helen, a part of our life around here we have not introduced you to will happen tonight. It is our routine that when Tim arrives home from work that we greet him dressed up. Now, ‘dressed up’ is still relative. It was originally meant that we greeted him wearing stockings and heels, jewelry and our hair brushed. Later, Tim introduced the idea of adding a sheer negligee to give us some options for variety.”

Mom half turned to look at Helen, “We are starting that custom again tonight.” She stirred a few things and fully turned to Helen, glancing at me. “It would be nice if you dolled yourself up some for him but you certainly don’t have to wear what we will.”

She was quiet. Mom turned back to the stove and checked the oven. I was watching Helen and she was fiddling with the edge of her shorts. She looked up at me and I touched Mom’s arm, she turned. “What if I want to? I know it is different with me but I don’t want to be a guest here, either. I understand why you want me to move slowly with changes in my behavior. And I now agree that it is wise. I understand that. In little ways you all have shown me what a wonderful life is possibly waiting for me, the pleasures and challenges that a healthy, trusting, loving relational existence can mean. I am excited to take each new step and I trust you guys completely to safely guide me toward that experience.”

“Sounds like your mind is made up?”

“Yes. I want to support your lifestyle, even if passively.”

Later, when it was time to get ready for Tim to arrive home, “Helen, we always shower after our day of working in the yard and around the house … and playing with the dogs. We always do it together. Do you want to join us?”

“Thanks, but … not this time.”

I gave her a big hug. “I am proud of you, dear. You gave an honest response. Do things when you are comfortable, not because you think it will make us happy. Doing new things at your pace will make us the happiest.”

Mom and I were both ready but Helen’s door was still closed. I knocked and waited. I knocked, again. She cracked the door. She was naked except for the towel she held in front of her.

“Anything wrong? Tim will be here soon.”

“I don’t know what to wear. All of the sudden I thought maybe he will think I am trying too hard. I don’t want to give the wrong impression about this.”

“Can we come in? Let us help.”

She opened the door and stepped back. “God, you guys, that is so hot! I have seen you completely naked, dressed, married in next to nothing and each thing is hot. I see why Tim likes this lifestyle.”

“Don’t forget, we get turned on by this, too.”

She had a number things laid out on the bed. “What do you think? I guess I do want to give him an impression like you two. But an impression.”

Mom chuckled, “Michele will get you set up. I am going to check on the dinner. Now, hurry.”

I looked at Helen and smiled, “Mothers!” We laughed. Mom yelled back that she heard that. We laughed again. Helen lost hold of the towel and it dropped. She stood next to me completely naked for the first time. She immediately blushed over her face, neck and upper chest. It was cute. I took her in my arms and rubbed her back to just above her ass. I put her out to arm’s length, “Helen, you’re gorgeous! Damn, what a body. Okay, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but sincerely I mean it. Will you trust me on this?”

“Yes, but you are making me nervous.”

“Don’t be. You are going to look stunning.” I picked out a shorty negligee that was white lace, not quite see-through but almost. White stockings, her short heels, and one of the white lace bra and thong sets we had to talk her into. “Put these on and come out.”

Moments later she came out to the kitchen. Mom and I both stopped and stared. She was truly stunning. The white bra and thong were just visible under the negligee. The stocking lace tops were occasionally visible as the bottom of the negligee moved. We gave her ‘thumbs up’ and finished dishing the food onto serving dishes. We heard the car on the gravel and the dogs greeting Tim.

I turned to Mom and Helen, “I can’t wait. Helen, Barb and I will greet Tim at the entry. You wait here and come out after a minute.”

It was clear how pleased Tim was on seeing us dolled up like he liked. We each got a passionate kiss that reflected his interest in getting our lives back to complete normal. Then, “Where’s Helen?”

On cue she emerged from the kitchen. Tim didn’t say a thing. I don’t think he could. He stood and looked at her. Mom and I held an arm out to her and she came to us, standing directly in front of Tim. Then, again, she surprised us all, “Welcome home, Tim. I hope your day was good.” She looked up at him, then to either side at us. She smile, put her hands on his chest, reached up and kissed his cheek. “And if it wasn’t, well, maybe we can do something about that.” She turned and went to the kitchen table where she had a drink ready for him. As she spun around, the hem of her negligee raised just enough to show the tops of her stockings.

“What did you two do to her?”

“Nothing. We just explained this part of the evening. She agrees for the right reasons that she needs to proceed carefully, but she wants you and us to have our lives back.” I kissed my Sir on the lips, again. “I think she is quite amazing.”

Helen was clearly initially very nervous dressed like that with us. But our familiarity and casualness to it seemed to ease her tremendously. While her hands were shaking earlier as she gave Tim his drink and passing the serving dishes early in the dinner, by the end she was laughing and an eager part of the banter at the table. I wondered what might be going through Tim’s mind as he looked from one to the other of us. Sitting at a dining room table with three scantily dressed adult women.

That night was a lot more relaxed and natural. Near the end of cleaning the kitchen, Helen had her hands in the sink cleaning one of the last cooking dishes, Mom was putting leftovers into the refrigerator and I was cleaning counters. We had been playing a little touchy/feely as we worked and it evoked a lot of shaking of our asses as one or the other of us would pat someone. Tim came into the kitchen and hugged me from behind and copped a feel of my breast as he kissed my neck. I sighed and he moved to Mom as she stood from refrigerator and repeated it completely. She too sighed at the familiar routine of contact among us. He then turned and went to Helen. At first she assumed it was Mom or me until he had her fully in his arms at the waist. He hugged her tightly and kissed her neck the same as with us. He moved his hands to her sides and slid them up her body, onto her back and shoulders. He kissed her shoulder and touched her ass gently with one hand. Her arms shook as she braced herself on the edge of the sink.

Then we sat and enjoyed each other’s company and conversation with a last glass of wine. Helen had become resigned to the fact that she could not sit in that outfit and have her stocking tops covered. Making sure her panties were covered was going to be the best she could do.

When we were getting ready to calling it a night, we closed up the house and headed for our bedroom. Passing the Helen’s room, the guest room, Tim stopped, thought for a moment and rapped on her door. This caused Mom and me to stop just past her door. No answer so he rapped again and asked if he could speak with her. She came to the door and opened it but staying inside she didn’t see us. Tim later said she had removed her negligee and was holding it in front of her.

“Helen, I wanted to say something to you. No, I need to say something to you.”

“Is something wrong, Tim? Did I do something wrong?”

“You do know that you have disrupted our household and broken our routine? Your arrival has turned our lives into some confusion, causing us to modify our existence.”

I looked at Mom and she looked at me. She showed her concern with where Tim was taking this.

“Yes, Tim, I guess I do. And I am sorry and …”

Tim put a finger out and touched her lips to stop her. “Helen, do you remember what Harry said to you last week, just about a week ago?”

“Harry? About disrupting the routine around here?”

“Yes. That. Helen, thank you. Thank you for disrupting our routine. Don’t get me wrong, I want to return to what we were had, but when we do, it will undoubtedly now be altered somewhat. Tonight … tonight was wonderful. I think we got used to our routine, even ours, even with all the nakedness and sex. Tonight I enjoyed viewing my wives like I haven’t in quite a while. You were the stimulus. And for that I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank you for being so accepting, Tim.” Tim started to turn but we saw a hand come out and touch his arm, “Tim, can I ask you something. Something very important to me?”

“Of course. You know you can.”

“Tim, I have never known a man like you. Barb and Michele assure me you are just this way, that it is no show. What I want to ask you will need their approval, too, of course.” She was hesitant, we could hear it. “Tim … you know … that I am a virgin.”

“Yes, Helen.”

“Well, the doctor … she …”

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

She chuckled, “See, you think of my welfare. No, nothing is wrong. The opposite, she said I am very healthy.”

“Then, what?”

“Tim, can I hug you so you can’t see my face when I ask this?” He opened his arms and she walked in. Mom and I were mesmerized by the exchange. Tim held her firmly but not too tightly in his arms. One hand lazily stroked her back, over the bare skin and across the back strap of her lace bra. “That feels nice. Tim, please don’t interrupt me so I can get this out … your wives are the most beautiful, loving, and caring women I have ever known. Their husband, you, is the most wonderful, loving, caring and trustworthy man I have ever known. This feels like the most perfect of situations. I know, really, that nothing is really ever perfect. Not in this world, at least. But I feel like it is. I feel completely safe and respected here.” There was a longer pause and I could hear a deep breath being taken by her. “The doctor … she confirmed that I am a virgin … that my hymen is intact.” I touched Mom’s arm and covered my mouth with the other hand. “If I am still here when I think I am ready and you all agree it would be a good thing … I can’t think of anyone … I can’t even imagine anyone I would … rather … I know you would be gentle and loving …” Mom put her arm around me but I noticed she too had covered her mouth in anticipation. “Tim, I want you … if Michele and Barb agree … to be my first.”

Tim just stood there. He had to be in shock. Helen looked up at him, still clutching the negligee to her chest. “Tim? Say something … please?”

“I am sorry, Helen, I was surprised. Dear, there have to be a lot of ‘ifs’ leading up to it, but … my god, Helen, yes! If you want it, if we think it is the right time, if we all agree it is the right way … I would be so very honored to help you come fully into a sexual woman.”

He kissed her forehead, which had to seem anticlimactic after all that, backed out of the doorway and closed the door. He nearly collapsed in the hallway. We hugged him tightly and pulled him into the bedroom and immediately stripped him, flung off our negligees and nearly ****d him. But he was an equal aggressor. We hadn’t had a fuck session like that since … we had returned from the island. His energy was amazing, his staying power was completely satisfying, and his ability to recharge was … eagerly taken advantage of. If Helen enjoyed herself that night, there was no way we were going to hear it. Not that night.

The next day started out the same but Helen had coffee waiting for us. She was returning from the kennel after feeding all the dogs and marking the charts of our boarders. Cody and Jackson were running around her. She was in her regular nightgown. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. I desperately wanted to talk about her conversation with Tim but that was between them.

This morning we were meeting with the psychologist. She arranged for an extended appointment. Helen was very quiet as we drove into town. Mom looked back several times only to find Helen fiddling with her sundress hem. Her tanning thighs were being exposed and she seemed too absorbed in her thoughts to notice. She looked up to see Mom watching her. “Did you hear me with Tim last night?”

I looked over at Mom and we shared a concerned look. Mom responded, “Honey, we didn’t mean to. But when Tim stopped, we stopped. We had no idea you were going to ask something personal. But … Helen … it was beautiful! You made us all feel like maybe we actually are doing something good for you if you could express that to him. I am sorry, dear. Do you believe me?”

“Yes, I do. And you can relax. It actually makes it easier. I didn’t want it to be a secret behind you and I didn’t think Tim would feel comfortable sharing that moment with you, but still I felt you needed to know. I couldn’t figure out how to bring up that I asked your husband to make love to me.” She smiled and blew out a long breath. And we all relaxed.

We just asked Helen to use one deception if she could and that was that Tim and I were the married couple and Mom was staying with us long-term. The psychologist was a charming, middle aged woman. The woman suggested that this might take a little while and that we could get comfortable across the street at the coffee shop and she could text me when they were getting near the end. Helen looked a little nervous but followed the woman into her office. We left for the coffee shop.

It was nearly two hours later that the text finally came. We dumped the coffee cups in the trash and left for the office. She was waiting for us as we came into the ante-room. She asked Helen if she would mind going across the street and getting her a coffee, medium, dark roast. I was about to say we could have brought it when Mom stopped me, asking me to give Helen ten dollars. Of course she wanted a chance to talk to us separately.


We sat down and I asked the obvious, “Well?”

She looked at us and thought for a moment. “It is unusual to speak about someone else’s private matters with anyone not of the family or the authorities. But since she is of legal age and she gave me consent, in writing, it is okay.” There was another pause as she skimmed pages of notes. “I can certainly understand why you insisted that she talk to someone. I commend you for that. She told me much of her life growing up, in detail when I asked for it. Sometimes you have to ask details to evaluate how real it is or if it is being embellished for effect. I will tell you, as you already know, she has been through hell so far in her life. The physical abuse was extreme. When the abuse causes the kind of bruising documented by the physician and the broken bones … you can only describe it as extreme. Yet, she is amazingly well adjusted through it all.” She watched us carefully as we let out a deep breath. “She did break down several times during our talk but if she hadn’t it would have been extremely unusual.”

We talked for some time. Helen returned and was asked to give us just a few more minutes. “She thinks a lot of you two and your husband, Michele. For instance, I asked her what the worst abuse was, give me examples. And she did. She even showed me the spots when she could without undressing. Later I asked her how she felt now. She thought for a bit and I thought she might be searching for what I wanted to hear so she would be judged okay. She said she felt ‘sad’. I was puzzled by that. Why sad? Why was she sad in her current situation? Let me tell you, she nearly jumped out of the chair. She clarified for me that she wasn’t sad about her situation at all. She was sad because of all the k**s and people who would never find their way out of their abuse and how close she had been to being one of those. So I asked how she felt about her situation now, how her life was headed. She used words like ‘loved’, ‘trusting’, ‘cared for’, ‘given responsibility’, ‘respected’ and ‘worthwhile’. Ladies, whatever you are doing for her you are giving her a blessing after her experience.” I reach for Mom’s hand and we clasp each other’s. “She told me that you are her half-sister by the father.” She looked at Mom. “How did it make you feel when she showed up?”

“Yes, it made me madder than hell. It was an ugly divorce. That’s how I initially ended up staying with my daughter and her husband. But we quickly got past that. Her damage was far worse than mine.”

“When the initial emotions settle, is something about that going to come back do you think?”

Mom looked at me and smiled, “No. We’ve all left that man far behind. He hurt all of us in the process of this.”

“Excellent response. Thank you. One thing still concerns me and I would like your reaction to it. She has been through so much; not allowed her own life, controlled for the most part, socially isolated, starved for love and respect. She seems pretty well adjusted with you. But I wonder if she might be hard to get rid of.”

I jumped into that, “Get rid of?!? Our goal isn’t to eventually find a way to ‘get rid of’ her! Her staying with us or leaving is something for the future. Now what she needs is to gain confidence and support for making her own decisions. To learn what life can offer, to gain skills that she can live on, to find a goal and a desire that will lead her into a fulfilling life.”

She smiled at us. I think we were both pretty irritated at the presumption. “Thank you for the response. It was what I was hoping for. She talked about you starting a kennel business and you just took on the first two boarders. That you assigned her critical responsibilities for the daily running of the kennel as far as the dogs and their care are concerned. Compared to the life she had … well, her eyes shined with excitement as she told me about the responsibilities you gave her. She said you check on her work and you talk about it and she is learning so much. She expressed how cared for she feels, that she is trusted, and respected. That you listen to her ideas and that you have included her in your routine, making dinner together, cleaning up together, talking and laughing together after. She started telling me about something she asked of your husband and then stopped. She just said that he was a man she could ask anything of and if he could do something for her he would and she believed it. That she fully and completely trusted him. She was crying as she told me that. I asked why. You know what she said? She didn’t think she would EVER find a man she could trust.”

She went to the door and asked Helen to come in. With all of us seated, she asked if she could help with anything else.

I looked at Helen but asked the psychologist, “Can you tell us now what you think about Helen after all this?”

“Helen, dear, you are one of the strongest women I have met. How you kept yourself whole during that is a mystery to me. But we don’t need to dwell on that. It is what it is. I hope and trust with the help you have now in your life that your remaining life will be fruitful and healthy. There is one more thing I would like to reinforce. Helen, I am so proud that you took the chance to seek out Michele. Michele and Barb, I am so proud that there are people still in the world who will take the chance on someone they never knew.”

On the way home we bought more wine. There was going to be a celebration tonight. We also agreed that this would be an excellent night for a nice dinner out. Mom called Tim to let him know of our decision.

Getting home it was late afternoon so we hustled to get things done so we would have our time to get ready before Tim arrived. Helen went to the kennel and fed all the dogs and let ours out for a romp before we would leave, again. Helen dutifully recorded all the information while the boarding dogs ate and then took them out into the play area. While they ran around the area, she would throw one of the many balls or toys for their exercise but also made notes about their energy level, their coat appearance, whether they relieved themselves, solid or liquid. All the things that might come into play if they were a change in their condition while a boarder. She returned them back to their runs and quickly came into the house.

Our bedroom door was open and I was just walking from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hair. She asked how we were dressing for the night. A nice dress, something with strap shoulders since it will be warm. “Tim likes us in stockings. They provide a little more warmth to the legs but on a night like this bare legs would be more comfortable. So you decide for yourself.”

She disappeared into the guest bathroom and a moment later I heard the shower start. I was sitting on the bed putting my stockings on as she walked by with a towel wrapped around her. She stopped at the door and I looked up at her, “Better get moving, young lady.”

“Michele, could you help me with something tomorrow?”

“Sure, just name it.”

“I want to remove the hair down there.” She was pointing at her crotch.

Mom was rummaging through her drawer looking for a particular set of stocking, sheer black with a pattern in them. “Oh, honey, that’s no problem. We have some cream that does a great job. The first time we should probably shave you but …” she turned to Helen and gave her a wink, “but that will be fun.” She gave a smile and Helen blushed. She turned quickly and went for her room and closed the door. She had no problem stopping at our open door as we dressed but she closed her door. She’s getting more comfortable but not completely. We haven’t really seen her nude much. If we shave her tomorrow, that will certainly change.

As Tim comes into the house, we still haven’t seen Helen. Mom and I greet him with kisses and hugs. He strokes both of us but only comments on Mom. “Hmmm, no panties and no bra.”

“Yes, well, it seems the least I can do for my man is to dress to please him.”

She gets another kiss for that. He then takes his business backpack to the office and returns. Helen’s door opens and she comes out and walks quickly to join us. “Sorry, Tim. I didn’t mean to have to make you wait for me. I guess I still need some practice dressing in these clothes.”

“Was that a clever way to get taken out to dinner more often?” She started to respond quickly but saw the big smile on his face. He caught her with a tease, again.

Then she surprised us all. She playfully slapped his shoulder, “You are such a tease!” She was dressed in her best dress which came to just above her knees, stockings and her short heels. She was wearing the necklace and earrings I loaned her.

He took her in with his eyes, “Yes, I know I am. But, you Helen, you are beautiful. Almost as lovely as these two.”

She surprised us again with quick wit, “Very well played, sir. Very well played. Give me a compliment that I love, and turn it into more for your wives.”

Dinner was wonderful. The restaurant was one of the best steak restaurants on our side of town. Helen had to go without the wine but I had her take a couple sips from my glass throughout the dinner. We filled Tim in on the summary from the psychologist. Enough to let Tim know everything was good without dwelling on it too long to embarrass Helen. Tim reported on his work, briefly but enough for us to get the clear sense that it was going very well. He indicated that Mr. R might be in town as he passed through some of the companies in the States. Helen found it interesting that I so intimately referred to him but used ‘Mr. R’ while Tim and Barb used ‘Carlos’. We explained that he was the special friend who hosted our wedding on the island and the details of that relationship will become apparent later. “Yes, dear, we will get you down there at some point.”

Returning home I turn to Helen, “Honey, a night like this we usually get really playful and like to bring the dogs in to join us. We can go to the bedroom but we usually just use the family room since there is more room.”

“What does Tim do?”

“Sometimes he joins in and one of us will suck him while we are fucked by the dogs or he will just watch and enjoy.”

“I don’t want you to change your preference and I don’t want to be shut in my room while you are having fun out here. Can I be with you and watch?”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay with it?”

“I have seen you guys numerous times, already. I just haven’t been quite this close. Besides, if I am going to be helping with the training, I should start seeing what’s involved.”

We are walking down the hallway and we stop at her door. “Then change for bed. Mom and I are getting naked to have some fun. We’ll get the dogs and meet you in the family room with Tim.”

In the bedroom with Mom I wait to hear Helen’s door close, “Did you say something to her about helping with the training?”

“No. You didn’t, either?”

“No. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with it if she wants to assist …”

When Helen comes into the family room, the dogs are already licking us in anticipation. Tim is coming in with four glasses of wine. I tell the dogs to sit and Mom and I take the easy chairs which forces Helen to use the love seat with Tim. After serving us our wine, he hands one to Helen, “Don’t say it. We still won’t tell anyone.” That elicits a knowing laugh of the inside joke of how she would remind us she wasn’t old enough.

“Thanks, Tim.” She smiles up to him, “You guys are going to corrupt me, yet.”

He looked at her, not just her face and smile, but scanning over her and looking at her long, toned legs showing from her nightgown, the bottom of which was sitting very high on her thighs. “Oh, you have no idea.”

She got a little nervous but returned his look and crossed her legs causing her gown to move a little higher still.

Things relaxed as we drank our wine and talked casually but as we were finishing the wine, I knew it was time to discover how Helen was going to participate tonight. “Helen, earlier you made a comment to us about helping with the training. Were you serious that you want to actively assist us with the training?”

“I would like to. I thought the kennel responsibilities are largely mine. Isn’t that an extension of the kennel function? I mean, it is actually a big part of the reason for the kennel as I understood it.”

“We didn’t really intend that to be included. We were thinking that would be a separate activity. Yes, very definitely a real part of the function of the kennel, but for you I thought it would be separate.”

“I don’t think it has to be. I might not be actively ‘training’ the dogs … okay, use the words, right? … not actively fucking the dogs, but I can still assist you when you are or assist the women who are being instructed.”

I look to Mom and Tim for reactions and get an ‘okay’ nod from each. I smile at her, “You continue to intrigue me, Helen, with your dedication to responsibility, even when it requires you to be outside your personal experience, you are always willing to learn. So, if you are intent to assist us in that part of the business, you can see what it will be like by assisting Mom and I here. Then you can watch with him.”

“Thanks, Michele.”

I get out of my chair and call her over to me. I send her over to the hall closet for the old blanket we use with the dogs and have her spread it out on the floor, all the while explaining the need for it inside the house to catch the excess dog cum that will come out of us when we are done. I want to be as graphic as possible now to gage her ability to go through with it. I then call Cody over and Mom does the same to Jackson and the three of us are on our knees petting and scratching the two dogs. I lay Cody down and give her a quick anatomy lesson of the dog’s sheath and cock. I tell her that a woman should get the cock out far enough for good penetration and that my determination of that is when the dog’s cock is a mouth full. When I can feel the cock at the back of my mouth, I know I have enough cock to have good initial penetration. The better the initial penetration, the better chances of staying connected.

“Doesn’t the dog know when it will work?”

“Honey, most men don’t know what works best. You expect a dog to be better? No. A dog is going to climb on and start humping. Let me show you. See Cody, there is maybe a couple inches peeking out. Watch what happens when I present myself to him. And remember that he is very experienced with women.”

I turned on hands and knees and pointed my ass at Cody. He maybe looked slightly confused because this really was not our routine, but he jump onto my back and started humping. I didn’t use my hand to guide him and he thrust and thrust, hitting around the area but mostly hitting my ass cheeks. Finally, he hit my hole and was in, but two thrusts later he had pulled out, continued to thrust attempting to find my cunt again and eventually got frustrated and got off. I grabbed him and pet him to calm him down. While holding Cody, I turned my ass to Helen, “Not to be rude to you, but look at my ass. I imagine it looks somewhat how it felt to me. Can you see red marks from the thrusting of his cock into my ass?”

“Yes. It even looks like it would hurt.”

“It does. At least it is not pleasant.”

Tim, lightening up the exchange, “I think your ass looks wonderful.”

“Men. Make that ‘males’. One thing on their minds.”

She looked to Tim with a smile, “I can tell she has a terrible life here, Tim.”

Another playful surprise. “Traitor!” I was laughing, though.

I lay Cody onto his side and he willing allowed it. He lay back and opened his leg. I pointed this out to her. “See, he knows the process that should be followed, what works well for us.” I pointed out the shape of his cock, the unusual tip, the pre-cum that was already dripping from the end. I put my finger to the tip and lifted it to Helen’s mouth. She put out her tongue and tasted it. I got more onto my finger and told her to suck it off. She did so immediately and greedily. I took hold of his cock that was now three inches out of the sheath and put my mouth over the tip and sucked, then took more into my mouth, sliding down the cock and back to the tip, each time sucking out the pre-cum. In short order I knew his cock was ready and pulled off. She gasped at how much it had grown.

“See what I mean? Can you imagine that this will likely stay inside me once he is in?”

“You could describe it and it might make some level of sense, but to actually see the difference really makes it so clear.”

I sat up onto my knees. “Now, the most efficient way I know to actually get the cock into you is a little technique both Mom and I use. The woman just uses her hand between her legs to guide the cock into her. The dog can’t see even if he had the ability to aim. The woman can’t see so it all has to be by feel. I want you to help Cody into me and Jackson into Mom.”

She crawled over to be alongside me. I looked back at Tim and smiled at him, a wicked little smile. I got into position on all fours with Helen alongside and I put my arm on her back like I was getting support and deliberately moved her gown up over her hips. Her panty covered ass now pointed at Tim. Before she could do anything about it I had her move a hand between my legs, find my cunt and I called Cody up. Once on top of me I told her to find his cock with her hand and gently guide him to my cunt. When it slid into me, I wasn’t sure if it was just the penetration or having Helen also touching me. I pulled her face to me and I kissed her full on the lips and gasped into her mouth. “Now, do the … oooooooooo … do the same thing … for Barb.”

She turned quickly to crawl the few steps to Mom. I saw Mom flinch slightly at Helen’s hand went between her legs and apparently made contact with her pussy. The next moment I also noticed something else. Her ass pointing directly at me, my eye was drawn to the wet spot on her panties between her legs. Obviously, besides doing a very effective job of assisting us getting mated to the dogs, the process was turning her on quickly. Once she had Mom penetrated as well, she was pulled in for a kiss from Mom as well.

But I was well into being nicely fucked by Cody and lost track of activity around me. It was Tim who filled me in later about their actions. She was kneeling between us just watching when Tim gently called her. She looked over to him and his hand was outstretched to her. She got up and walked over to the loveseat. She begins to sit next to him and instead he pats his lap and looks up at her with a smile. She looks at his lap and smiles. He turns her around and backs her onto his lap, her legs on either side of his. He grasps her hips to guide her back and down and in the process raises her gown over her hips.

They watch both of us and he whispers things to watch for from one to the other of us. Listening to our reactions and speculating on the cause. When I arch my back up and push back at Cody, Tim identifies that I can feel the knot at my cunt and I am concentrating on getting it inside. “The knot?” she asks. He encourages her and she scrambles down alongside me and then Tim is behind and he raises Cody’s tail for her to see. Cody is only slightly distracted by the attention but we continue to get mated completely. I hear Helen gasp at the sight of the ball on his cock and when I cry out, she sees it pop inside. Tim puts his hand out and takes her back to the loveseat.

She is again on his lap and this time his arms are around her. He is very excited with this young, innocent in his arms. Although he is fully clothed, she is barely so. In only bikini panties and a light nightgown with thin should straps. He holds her tightly and he can feel her, feel the tightness of her body. At the same time she is also very excited, more so than before, watching from his lap and in his arms she seems to be constantly squirming. He knows he is hard under her and knows she can feel it, even through his clothes. He is holding her tight, one hand caressing her thigh, the other her abdomen. She leans back against him and turns her head to him, kissing his cheek and neck. He turns and looks into her eyes. She is pleading to him with her eyes. He kisses her mouth. Checks her and returns to kiss her more. At the same time one hand goes under her nightgown, onto her bare stomach, up to her chest but not quite to her breast. Without breaking contact with his lips, she sucks in air and holds her breath as his hand wanders but continues to avoid her naked breasts under the gown.

He moves both hands down to her hips and thighs, she shifts on his lap, and opens her legs further. He kisses her again and looks into her eyes and she smiles at him and moans softly as he strokes her inner thighs up to the edge of her panties, but stops. He moves a hand up and under her gown, between her breast, and still avoiding direct contact with them, pressing her to him. She wiggles her ass more, he feels himself hard in anticipation and need, both from the movement of her nearly naked ass on his crotch and from holding this untouched young woman. The hand on her hip moves to her abdomen and then to the top of her panty. A finger goes just under the elastic, moving along the edge, just under and she cries out and stiffens … she cums. Holding his hand at the top of her panty, pushing it to go further down between her legs, but he holds steady.

Tim is whispering in her ear as she rides her orgasm, “Feel it, Helen. God, you cum so beautifully. You are safe, dear. Let it come and consume you.” And he continues to softly kiss her cheek and shoulder and caress her abdomen, barely under her panty, then between her legs along a thigh. All the time never actually touching an intimate part of her. She bends forward as she goes through the last of the orgasm. Tim is the only one who hasn’t had release.

I crawl to her after Cody releases me. I kiss her leg and am joined quickly by Mom at her other leg. We work our way up her body with kisses and take turns kissing her mouth. “Was it good? Was your first orgasm by a man good?”

“You planned this for tonight?”

“Yes, for you, love. Was it too soon?”

“God, no! I was going to burst from just knowing what goes on around here. Thank you, all of you.” She blushes, “You know, he didn’t even touch anything private. And still I came like a crate of fireworks.”

I smile at her but stretch out over her to kiss my husband. “Playing with anticipation and the mind. He is good at that. One time he caused me to cum in a shoe store in front of the clerk just by playing with my mind and some exhibitionism. Someday dear, you’ll feel more of what he can do.”

“I would say I can’t wait but I know I will. I’ll try to be patient. I trust you guys to know when I am ready. And I know you will always be thinking of me, first.” She looked at each of us while hugging Tim, “I love you guys.”

* * * CHAPTER 28: DOG TRAINING will follow * * * Thanks for reading.