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MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 12 free porn video
CHAPTER 12: RE-NEWED BEGINNINGS
So much was changing. And so quickly, again. And it seemed to be touching on so many parts of our life to give us the impression of our “New Life” being renewed to another beginning. At the wedding and then re-affirmed after our honeymoon, our life took a dramatic changes in commitment and adventure at least in our private lives or very deliberately expanded our sexual life. That had led to many wondrous experiences so far. This new change gave every indication of being as dramatic but also affecting our public and work lives beyond the expanding sexually adventurous life that would seem to lie ahead.
Tim had accepted his new job working for Mr. R at his local company. Waiting for the formal introduction to the company which Mr. R was going to facilitate himself, Tim was spending his days pouring over the financial, customer, and product information to get up to speed. In the meantime we met with the realtor to put our old home up for sale and a mover to move us into the new property. It amazes me how quickly things can happen when they are well managed by people who know how to get things accomplished.
In a matter of only a few weeks our old home was on the market and we were moved into the new property. Mr. R (Carlos) was coming in the next Monday to take Tim in to meet with his new company’s managers. He was intent on personally handling the introductions and establishing the reporting structure, expectations, and handle any issues, questions, or concerns that might also arise. Tim expected that next week would be exceedingly busy with Mr. R in town with meetings during the day and dinner meetings at night. Although understanding the need for that focus to maximize the available time for Mr. R while he is here, I did express my hope that I could have the opportunity to see him again even if it was just a little time. Perhaps dinner some night.
And, with all that going on I decided to leave my job. Tim had made it very clear the decision was mine to make but that this opportunity made is financially possible. After spending only a few days at the new place I knew that I wanted to focus my time there. I loved the idea of working in gardens, establishing a vegetable garden and developing hobbies I have always wanted to do but never had the time to enjoy fully. I didn’t even bother offering two weeks’ notice and let them react. I said ‘effective immediately’ and resisted them wanting me to stay on any longer. That might cause a bit of ‘burning bridges’ but the job wasn’t that great, anyway.
So I spent a couple days after quitting and the weekend at our new home. I became a ‘housewife’ taking on the chores of the house, meals and the yard; things I never had interest in before. I actually enjoyed providing a comfortable environment for Tim to come home to, a cooked and ready meal, and landscaping and planning the exterior. And, I also found a certain amount of this activity being fed by my growing submissive attitude to Tim. I found that this housewife attitude and nurturing feeling complimented the submissive feelings I have when serving Tim in the sexual side of our lives. I could feel the submissive side expanding from just the sexual adventure to include more of our lives, definitely when alone and at home. On reflection during the day as I worked on these new tasks, with more diligence than ever before, I could clearly identify times that seemed to occur more often when my responses to Tim were submissive even when it was outside the normal sexual activity and when we were alone.
It was normal that I was naked when home. Inside or outside. I found some comfortable slip-on shoes that I could wear outside when walking over the gravel or hard ground. But even within days I was wearing them less and going bare foot unless I was knew I would be on the gravel. I work inside the house and then several hours outside in one garden or another. I also took to putting on running shoes and jogging around the perimeter of the property, taking Cody with me. Now, when I reach for my running shoes Cody gets excited. He gets excited for two reasons that quickly became part of the routine. We both got good exercise. My first run was once around the property (about 0.6 miles). But each day it got extended. After only five days we (me really because I’m sure it was never too taxing for Cody) made it twice around (close to 1.25 miles). But the other reason is that somewhere around the property I would let him take me. It might have started as a convenient excuse of a rest but he would start nudging me on the run and I would eventually relent, get down on the ground and let him mount me. Then, after recovering, we would finish our run. The pace wasn’t fast, especially after being fucked. But the daily routine was working wonders on my body very quickly in combination with eating better with regular cooking instead of eating out or getting take-out.
I also learned the hard way to use sunscreen liberally. I had to confess to Tim it was good that I was naked most all the time since having sunburned breasts would be unbearable with a bra on. But in the process I was developing nice even color over my entire body. For some reason I loved the look when I saw myself in the mirror with my breasts and butt developing nice color without lines. And it had a wonderful effect on Tim as well.
Carlos was arriving in town on Monday morning. He was staying at his usual hotel downtown close to the office. I knew I wouldn’t see him or Tim much for a few days. But we got a call from him and he asked if it would be okay if the dogs came with him. It would be a good chance of them to be reacquainted with the property, routine here, and with Cody. I reassured him like I had before, that it was always fine to have the dogs here if it would be easier for any reason. So, Monday morning a van showed up in the drive as scheduled. Having had warning I was dressed and waiting. Cody came bounding out of the house with me. I had him sit and wait while I took care of the paperwork and then joined the driver at the rear of the van. Opening the cargo door I saw two large wire kennels with one of the dogs in each. I opened the latch on each and gave them a ‘come’ command and they both came out and sniffed the surroundings. Cody was obviously a curiosity for them both and I let them do that sniffing and investigation. I knelt down among them and scratched and stroked them all. I never had any problems from the very start. I knew this was going to work out from the very beginning.
I got a call from Tim about 2:00 PM Monday afternoon. He said Carlos was wondering if the dogs arrived okay and if everything was going alright. I assured him it was. No problems. He asked if I was using the leashes with them. I hesitated wondering if I had forgotten some instruction. “No, I’m not Tim. Was I supposed to?”
“Nope, it is up to you. He was just wondering how they are fitting in to your routine with Cody.”
“Fine. Everybody is getting along just fine. All three of them were scarce for hours earlier. I saw them out in the back chasing down something they never caught. They are drinking from the same bowls and curl up in the same areas in the shade off the patio.”
“So, what’s going to happen yet today? I will be late. We’ll have a working dinner tonight for discussions.”
“I assumed you would be based on earlier discussion about this week. Well, the next thing we are doing is going for a run.”
Tim paused, I could hear it. “You are going for a run with Cody?”
“No, all three of them.”
“But part of your run is … oh, sure … okay, well that should be fun. Be sure to tell me about that tonight when I get home.” We both laughed. The implication was clear and obvious. My routine was to be fucked by Cody. There were going to be three dogs this time. And for the rest of the week. Although Cody didn’t normally use the kennel at night, I had started him to use the kennel building occasionally just for these situations. All three dogs would be using the kennel at night and also when I would have to be away from home during their stay.
So, with running shoes on, my hair in pony tail, and otherwise naked, I stepped out onto the patio and called for Cody knowing all three would be coming when Cody did. Cody was certainly a well-trained dog and the Carlos’ certainly appeared to be, also. They stayed when I needed them to and came when called. They all got along fine without once having territorial issues. And as expected I soon had three dogs in front of me wagging their tails vigorously. Cody, of course, knew what was about to happen. The others were probably excited because Cody was and their experience with me during my last visit to the island estate.
I gave each of the dogs a pat on the head and started at a jog to the edge of the property and started around. The dogs fell into a loose grouping alongside me. Occasionally pulling away to give chase to a rabbit, squirrel or some other varmint we scared up along the way. There was a little rise and fall to the property but not much so the running was comfortable except that it was on open ground in the field grass and not a smooth surface. My hope was to wear in a path around the property in the process of regular running. Given the orchard trees along all side it was a pleasant place to run and I found myself sometimes running into the trees and getting a look out beyond the property. The surrounding property was largely empty except when planting, spraying or harvesting was performed so inside or outside the trees was usually still very safe. Every now and then I had to quickly veer back into the trees when I spotted a tractor or ATV out in the fields. But that just added to the stimulation of possibly being seen some time.
I made it around one and a half times without stopping and had worked up a good sweat, my legs were feeling it and I was feeling great. There is something very erotic about being naked outside and being physically active. To feel your muscles reacting and for me my breast bouncing so much. But by that time the dogs had been about as patient as they were going to be. Cody came near me and bumped me, then one of the other dogs from the other side. I slowed down anticipating their movements and sure enough I was losing my balance. I steered my fall to the standing field grass and rolled with it. I had slowed sufficiently to avoid any real potential for injury and I lay flat on my back laughing as the all three dogs were at me, licking any skin they could get to. I continued to giggle at the licks to my legs, sides and stomach. But sooner than later one got between my legs and at my cunt lips. And that changed the whole game instantly. I moaned and my legs opened a little more. Soon another dog was at my face. I opened my mouth and we kissed. I put my hands on the side of its head and pulled it to me for more kissing. The third had found my nipples and stomach. I was quickly getting to sensory overload. I reach up and found the sheath of the one at my face. He was already partially out. I scrambled underneath him and licked his cock tip. He stayed calm and waiting.
All of these dogs had fucked me numerous times and all had experienced my mouth on their cocks. When I took his into my mouth, it wasn’t long before more cock was out and ready. I quickly scrambled away from the other two and got onto my hands and knees in front of the one I had sucked. He immediately was on my back, grabbed me and pulled himself up to my ass. I reached under and between my legs to assist him and on the third thrust he was inside. I left my hand there for several more strokes until I felt he was firmly inside me. Then I braced myself for the fucking I knew I would be receiving. This was one of the dogs from estate and he wasn’t going to waste any time, apparently. He was in me and he started a frantic thrusting and pounding into my cunt. He was growing longer and thicker as he fucked me. I could feel his pre-cum leaking into my welcoming cunt. When I felt the knot outside, hitting me with each thrust, I thought for a moment if I really wanted to knot with three dogs this afternoon and every time we fucked this week. But the knot is part of the best experience and I knew I wasn’t going to deprive myself of that part. I might be sore after it, but I was going to enjoy the hell out of it in the meantime.
When I felt the knot pressing against my lips with urgency and deliberate need, I pushed back myself. Adding my urgency on top of his, adding my deliberate need on top of his. I felt my cunt lips and opening stretching. When you first feel it, the stretching, the pushing to stretch your delicate lips further than they feel they should be, it is startling at the intensity. And it is like that every time. Even after many times, your lips still feel like they are being asked to stretch further than they should. And that was what I was feeling, again. Wonderfully, sensuously, stretched and pushed. And then it is inside, and then the real fucking starts. The cock is now instantly deeper with the knot inside and your cunt is instantly fuller, expanded inside. Feeling that big ball moving inside you. Pressing the wall of your cunt as it moves. Then, he stiffened. His whole body on top of me. Then he pumped again, fiercely into me and I can now feel his cum being shot into my cunt. He drives to the deepest he has been and continues to spurt and spurt his seed. Somewhere in all that sensory stimulation I came, hard. My legs shook and my arms quivered and threatened to give out on my. And this was the first dog! But the knot isn’t done with the shooting of cum. The knot is still there, still filling me, keeping me his. If I really was his bitch, his knot would be making sure I was bred. Holding his seed inside for as long as possible. But the knot is even more. Rock on the knot still inside. Pull away and feel it stretch your opening. Push back and feel it go deeper. And, if you are lucky to get it to hit in the right spot, hit your g-spot by this rocking, as I was getting now with this one … yesssss, getting a second orgasm off the same the dog. The collapsing onto the ground, I wait with my ass stuck up in the air with this dog still stuck inside my cunt. When he finally comes out, pulling my lips away from my body and it comes out and cum literally runs out of my cunt hole, still gaping from the fucking I just received, I actually whimper in frustration from the empty feeling. But there are two more …
After the other two have finished with me I am truly a mess. Three times I have collapse to the ground. Three times I have been on my hands and knees being truly and magnificently fucked by competent, energetic and capable k9 partners. When I finally pick myself up and stand, the cum is running out of my cunt hole like my lips can’t close. Of course it is just the volume of cum but it is running down my thighs and as I start walking my thighs are slick with the juices and my cunt can actually be heard to squish. The dogs are sniffing me and licking me. I stop and rough play with each and then we all head back to the house. Tim will be late, I have thoughts of the whirlpool bath in the master bedroom. And a glass of wine. When Tim does get home, I will have a tale for him that will give me another male to satisfy tonight. I love this life!
Late Wednesday morning I get a phone call from Tim indicating that the meetings had progressed very well and they thought they would have that night free and Mr. R was wondering if I could join them for dinner at a special restaurant Mr. R knew. Tim had accepted and was calling to give me my instructions. He would come by at 5:30 to shower and change and we would leave again at 6:30. He told me to visit Sharon’s boutique today. She was holding a dress and shoes for the evening. I thought, a special dress from Sharon’s boutique had to be naughty. I had hoped I would get to spend some intimate time with Carlos on this trip and it looked like tonight might be the time.
The day went as usual. I had broken down daily chores into pieces that kept it manageable and less tedious. Each morning I clean a part of the house and the kitchen and straightened up the bedroom. That kept the house normally clean and presentable. The outside was dependent on need or I rotated around the garden beds if it was just routine weeding and trimming. I also had an allotted time for hobbies and creative efforts which included reading. And, of course, there was my daily run with Cody and this week with all three of the dogs. This week the runs were definitely cutting into my schedule. So the run came a little earlier today to allow for comfortable time to get to Sharon’s and back. Not to mention needing to clean up before going to Sharon’s shop. Going to Sharon’s for me was never as simple as stopping in to pick something up and leaving.
After an early run which included the 45 minutes it took to mate with the three dogs and recover enough to continue the run, I went straight for the master bathroom and a shower. Tim had found one of the shower nozzle heads that Mr. R’s estate had which I found to be wonderful. The shower head could be detached which left a rounded end that inserted in my cunt was perfect for douching after a session of fucking when I needed to be fresh for subsequent activity.
By the time I walked into Sharon’s shop it was mid-afternoon. The chime sounded as I entered and John was the first to greet the sound of someone entering. John is Sharon’s adult son and her lover/Master. Sharon has been into submissiveness since John pulled her out of her depression following her husband’s death. John and I were very familiar. He walked up to me and gave me an enthusiastic hug and totally inappropriate kiss for any other customer. But I sure enjoyed it. He then called Sharon on their little radios.
I wandered around the shop waiting for Sharon, looking at some of the items they had displayed. I was especially curious about some of the negligees, sheer of course. Sharon came up behind me saying, “That would be stunning on you. Would you like to try one on?”
“I’ll come back another time, Sharon. Right now I should pick up the outfit I understand you have for me. I have work to do to make myself presentable for tonight.”
“Listen, lady. I get some beautiful women into this shop for this unique merchandise I have. And you are one that definitely does NOT have to worry about time to make yourself presentable.”
“Thank you, but I still like to be sure I will please my men.”
She gives me a sly smile, “Oh, I am most certain you do that.” And I can’t stop my own smile.
She takes my hand, pulls me into her and kisses me the same way her son did. We are still at the front of the store near the door. She breaks the kiss and breathing heavily says, “I have a dress for you that will turn every head. I want you to try it on, though, to make sure it fits just right. This is the kind of dress that must fit in all the right places.” She leans in and kisses me, again. But this time she also reaches down and pulls my dress up my body. She moves slightly away from me to pull it over my hips and then my breasts and breaks the kiss to pull it over my head. She gives me another quick kiss and looks at me, top to bottom and back up. “God, woman, I love your body. Come on and see this dress.”
Okay, the passionate kisses weren’t inappropriate enough at the front of the shop? By both the male and female proprietors? Now I am naked, too? I want to look around but Sharon knows I have committed myself as submissive to Tim and she instructs me to just follow her, hands to my sides. I glance at mirrors as we walk and there is nobody else in the shop that I can detect. But that doesn’t change the thrill of it happening or that someone could walk in at any moment.
I follow her to the back portion of the shop, winding our way through the racks of clothes and displays. She stands to the side to let me pass and I feel her place her hand on my ass and then give it a sharp swat. Damn, people were doing that at Mr. R’s that weekend, too. I look back at her and she smiles.
Near the back of the shop, outside the fitting rooms, is an area with mirrors. As we approach, John walks up holding several items and hangs a dress on a fitting room door and places a pair of strap heels on the floor below it. He looks at me and walks to me. Puts a hand on each of my hips, pulls me into him and kisses me, again. A real kiss. The kind of kiss a man and woman share when their every intent is that something more is about to happen. I open my mouth to take his tongue and I suck on it as he follows the opportunity. At the same time his hands slide up my sides to my breasts, they move inside between us and each takes a nipple between the thumb and forefinger and pinch them, squeeze them. I squirm against him and moan into his mouth. At the same time I feel a body pressing into my bare back side, another set of hands roaming over my hips and back.
I separate our mouths just an inch and gasp, sucking in air and sighing my pleasure. With two pair of hands on my naked body, my eyes closed, my mouth open and breathing heavily, I moan my pleasure. I hear from behind me Sharon saying to John, not me, “We need to call Tim to let us have some more time with this slut.”
I open my eyes and see John press his head to the side of mine and over my shoulder and I can hear and feel him now kissing Sharon, his mother, just like he had been kissing me. “Yes, I think we all three would enjoy that very much.” He pulled back away from me and holding his mother hand pulled her in front of me, also. Looking me in the eyes he slips a finger between my legs and slips it into my cunt, “Yes, I think you like that idea, too. Don’t you, Michele?”
Without hesitation I respond appropriately, “Yes, Sir. I look forward to the opportunity to once again provide you both with whatever pleasure you desire from me.” I feel a shiver run through me as I say this.
Sharon steps in to bring us back to the issue at hand. “Now, though, let’s see how you look in this dress and shoes.”
Being already naked, I only take off my shoes and take the dress offered to me. I hold it up in front of me and I can see light through it. I don’t see right through it, but the material is not blocking the light from behind it. I can also see that the bodice has the same appearance as the rest. Meaning there is no extra support sewn into it. My breasts will move. I slip the dress over my head and let it fall. There are no zippers. The dress hangs loose enough not to require it. The top is a spaghetti strap with a hanging loose fit. The back is totally backless. I check my back in the mirror and the dress hangs loose all the way to just above my crack. The hem stops above mid-thigh. The whole dress hangs. Leaning forward causes the front to fall away and exposes my breasts. John teases that standing right behind me and looking down he can just see the start of my crack. Sharon asks me to twirl and I do. I can see in the mirror that it rises. I will be exposed completely if swung enthusiastically in a dance. Sharon pulls a chair out in front of the mirror and asks me to sit down. I do and the dress pulls up so when I look down I am just barely covered. Looking in the mirror, though, I can see the ‘V’ at the top of my legs. Crossing my legs only pulls the hem up higher. I glance up and John is smiling. Sharon is staring and finally says, “God, woman, I wish I could pull that off like you do.”
Sharon asks me to put on the shoes and go into the shop and walk back towards the mirrors. I do and the image in startling. My breast do move, more than I would have thought, and I am being careful. Also, I can catch images of nipples as they move under the material. I turn around and look closer and can just make out the image of my ass crack but I am specifically looking for it. It is not so blatant to be out there screaming to be seen.
Just then a man and woman, middle aged, enter the shop and seeing us in the back come to seek assistance. He sees the dress I am wearing and asks Sharon about it. Sharon responds with their names so thy must be frequent customers. Sharon ends up having me model the dress, showing its fine points and the way it hangs and reveals. Finally, the woman says, “Honey, I love it, too, but there is no way I could pull off that look.”
The man sighs but then looks at me and says, “Too bad because that is a beautiful look. Or it just might be on you, my dear.”
I smile, “Oh, thank you, sir.”
Sharon smiles at them, then says to me, “Wonderful. I think this dress is a hit and it fits just perfectly. Why don’t you take it off and I’ll package it up for you with the shoes.”
I hesitate a moment thinking of the strangers. But, I follow her direction and pull the dress over my head and step out of the shoes. Standing in front of everyone naked, I shake out my hair and ask about my dress. John points to the front of the store where it was apparently left. I smile at everyone, slip into my shoes, and wind my way to the front and slip my dress over my head and zip it up. By that time Sharon is back with me. She writing up the charging statements that will end up being settled by Mr. R and I sign the receipt.
As I turn to leave, I give Sharon a smile. Sharon returns it with her own knowing smile. She says, “Have fun tonight, dear. We will be in touch with Tim.”
Mmmmmm, I can’t wait.
* * * CHAPTER 12B: RE-NEWED BEGINNINGS - EVENING WITH CARLOS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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