Retribution

Retribution.

It took Jon nearly a year to arrange it, but now his careful planning and meticulous timing was coming into fruition. Having past the wrought iron gates and driven down the gravel drive with tufts of grass growing through it, the end game was now in full swing, like a run away juggernaut, it was unstoppable.

He could picture when it all started, the re-run going through his minds eye as he drove towards destiny.

It seemed that it had been one of those days; one of those occasional days, when anything and everything that could go wrong, would go very wrong. The car had stopped for some inexplicable reason, probably electrical. He had managed to drive for just over a mile from his home towards the office, before it broke down.

His Mobile cell phone was on the blink. He was waiting, almost patiently, for a replacement handset. Chances were it was sitting on his desk at that very moment. Equally, the chances were it was still in a warehouse someplace.

So, he walked back home to call the breakdown people and let them know at work, that he would possibly not make it in today and to cancel his appointments.

To add to the electrical component conspiracy, it rained. An all to frequent April shower that had more than a touch of December about the icy coldness of the giant raindrops that pounded his hatless head.

So it was that, some hour and fifteen minutes after leaving his house for the office, a very bedraggled and unhappy Jon, turned the key to the front entrance door.

It was the noises coming from the day room that first aroused his curiosity. A sort of moan and grunt, mixed together, told him that someone was in the room, behind the closed door. It wasn’t a sound he expected. Alice was supposed to be playing Golf at the country club today with her band of friends.

Slowly and quietly, he turned the polished brass doorknob and pushed the door open. The scene that greeted him took his breath away and left him temporarily bereft of comprehension.

April was laying face up, half on and half off of one of the Chesterfield leather settees. She was totally naked; her pert breasts pointing at the ceiling, bathed in sweat and grunting, like a pig around its food trough. Her trembling legs were parted with her feet flat on the floor. Between her knees was a chocolate spotted Springer. His rear was firmly pressed into her groin while he stood, motionless.

They were obviously tied. Locked in a primeval impregnation although, Jon couldn’t quite work out just how they had managed to lock in this particular position.

It was the dog that first noticed him. It spied at Jon and whimpered a little as it looked at him piteously. Jon was shocked at the sight, but he almost laughed out loud when April noticed him and in her shock, shoved her self backwards, expelling the dogs cock and fluids with a loud pop and gush that missed the prepared towel, laid on the floor.

The dog, now free of the woman, scuttled away to hide behind another settee on the opposite side of the room, his paws skittering over the polished beech flooring in an effort to gain traction. April instinctively, tried to cover her mons with one hand and her breasts with the other. A frozen moment passed between them. Frightened eyes looked into confused eyes, communication lost and all the shared history, crashed to the bottom of a widening ravine that separated them.

“The car broke down.” It was the only thing he could think of to say. It came out apologetically and feeling as if he had intruded, Jon left April to clean up while he changed from his wet clothes and called in. His working day was a ruin now, so the couple of hours delay before the auto rescue people could recover his car wasn’t the major catastrophe it would normally have been.

An hour had passed since his return to the house to find April in her compromising position, before he saw her again. She had dressed in slacks and a loose blouse. It wasn’t her golf attire Jon noticed.

Want some lunch? She yelled from the kitchen. Got some very nice turkey ham in the fridge, bit of salad with it?

He answered in the negative, but accepted a glass of white wine which he sipped as his wife of twenty years gabbled on about any subject that she could think of to fill the silent void.

At last, when he could stand no more of her prattle, he asked the first question of a series that might help him understand what he had witnessed.

“Who’s dog?” He asked quietly.

“Dog; Oh you mean Cadbury; he belongs to Tom and Francine. They are away in Toulouse for the weekend. I always look after him when they go off.” She answered lightly, flipping her hair over her shoulder in a casual action that belied her nervousness.

“I’ve never seen him before?”

“He usually stays in the barn at night, so you wouldn’t have I suppose.”

“I see.” Jon was trying to be careful and control his anger.

“Cadbury is a champion.” April was desperately trying to fill the cold void again, with useless information.

“A champion what?”

She wasn’t sure if he was being ironic or sarcastic but decided to ignore it.

“He got a first at Crufts. Best in breed no less. He’s worth a fortune at stud.”

It was Jon’s turn to ignore the obvious entr?into a barbed reply.

“Is he better than a man?” The question slipped out before he really thought; he dreaded the response and waited for the axe to fall. It didn’t, or if it did, it didn’t come down with any cutting force.

“A dog is very different from a man. It isn’t a question of whether he is better or not, just completely different. You only have to compare the anatomy to see that it is never going to be the same.” Perhaps by giving Jon as much information as she could, she might forestall the inevitable reaction of her husband.

“Somehow, I missed the anatomical differences in Biology. I must have been away that day.” His body language signified his true feelings. Drooped shoulders with his head bowed transmitted just how much his wife’s dalliance had hit him.

His hurt was plainly evident to her now, but she carried on blithely, trying in so way to patch the rift and explain her actions. It was a forlorn hope, but she had to try.

“I have been looking after Cadbury for a couple of years now. We never had a dog and he is so friendly.”

“So I saw.” Jon’s answer came clipped.

“We haven’t been doing that for all that time, only a couple of months I guess, perhaps since last summer when they went to the Algarve.”

“About the same time as we stopped having sex I guess” He looked at her, and remembered the young woman she once was, with auburn hair in flowing tresses and a cheery smile constantly plastered across her face. Where did the time go? Where Did that young vibrant girl disappear to, only to be replaced with the current version standing in front of him?

“Has it been that long?” She tried to remember when they had last been intimate and failed.

“I think so.” He changed the subject slightly to avoid the pain that waited for him along that particular road. “Do you and he do this often?”

“Hmm yes, well every time he is over. Jon, it makes no difference to us. I love you just the same as I always have.”

Jon stayed quiet for a moment and thought about her statement. Did she love him? Or was she used to the comforts his success brought? The jury was out on that one.

“But not in a sexual way really do you?”

She had no answer to that, thinking that perhaps she had replaced Jon as a lover with Cadbury, excusing her indulgence with platitudes and his lack of affection.

They sat silently for a while, each contemplating the state of affairs now that it was out in the open and what the future would be as a result.

Jon broke the silence.

“I would like to video the two of you, just for myself you understand. It might help me to come to terms with it.”

“You what; Are you serious?” His change of tack threw her into a complete turmoil. “I…you don’t seem to mind too much.” She didn’t answer his suggestion, wanting to think about performing in front of a viewfinder for a moment or two.

They finished lunch, or rather, she finished her lunch and Jon drained his glass. The Automobile Rescue called to say his car would be in the shop for a couple of days. Jon arranged for a courtesy car to cover the period and that afternoon, April and Cadbury were the starring couple in a video.

Jon, tight lipped operated the camera as April took the dog in her mouth, sucking on the huge red and purple veined shaft and getting as much as she could into her before gagging. As an introduction to the anatomy of a canine, it was a lesson like no other for Jon.

She made sucking noises, pulling in air around the rim of the dogs cock; it vibrated and sent the hound wild. He humped her face, but she controlled his depth with a free hand, preventing him from stabbing her throat too deeply.

When the dogs climax was obviously imminent, she stopped sucking and pushed him away. It was the first time Jon got to see the dog fully exposed, his knot unsheathed. Fascinated, he zoomed in on the throbbing and dripping weapon.

April lay on the edge of the Chesterfield with her legs spread and feet on the floor as Jon had found her earlier.

“I get better control this way.” She explained and patted her stomach to attract Cadbury’s attention.

He jumped up and with a practiced ease, placed a paw on either side of her waist. He started to hump air while adjusting his position, ever getting closer to her waiting sex. Eventually, they coupled, his sharp tip penetrating her with her guidance. Cadbury shifted and scrabbled until her was deep inside her and furiously fucking her cunt in a blur of motion. Jon lay on the floor and pointed the camera up so that he could get to see the depth of this dogs cock in her pussy. He was rewarded very quickly when Cadbury’s knot passed April’s outer lips and disappeared into her body.

His humping slowed and cum leaked from around the side of his cock. April raised her knees and crossed her ankles, locking the dog and pulling him further into her. She could hardly breathe quickly enough; the demand for oxygen was so great, causing her to gasp in ragged sobs of ecstasy. Jon got up from his vantage point and panned out, capturing both his wife and her deep-seated lover, as they finalised the act with Cadbury unloading deep inside April.

Cadbury, tried to disengage, but all he succeeded in doing was turning and, once again, Jon was privy to how they came to be in the position he had found them earlier.

After a while, they separated and went to their respective places to clean up. April to a shower, Cadbury to the barn where he had a bed laid out for him. Jon, in the meantime, carefully copied the film and put the original in the safe.

He and April watched the copy later that evening and then fucked each other’s brains out like they hadn’t done since college days. She even sucked him to completion, holding his cum in her mouth before making a show of swallowing it all. It occurred to Jon, even as his semen slid into her stomach that April had turned into something of a slut. Her propensity for sexual digression was nothing like he had ever found in her before. She was up for anything, no holes were barred.

That had been a year ago.

Now they sat in the Daimler, travelling to his surprise for her. The grass covered track twisted and turned until it opened out into a wide semi-circular drive in front of a shambling, run down, mock Tudor house.

David Grey, the owner of the property, came out of the front entrance immediately, as if he had been waiting for them to arrive with the door on the latch. Jon parked to one side of the drive and got out to shake hands.

“You found it then?” His clothing matched the condition of the house and it was obvious he hadn’t seen a razor for a few days. Perfect, thought Jon.

April also exited the car, her flower print cotton dress, fluttered in the breeze and ruffled her hair. She brushed it back and offered her hand to David. They shook and he then took her to the surprise Jon had set up.

Around the side of the house and to the rear was an enclosed space with an ivy covered wall surrounding wire mesh enclosures. The pens were homes to an unfamiliar breed of dog.

“African Ridgebacks they are. All pure bred; they are used to run down buffalo or lions in I think. They can be mean bastards, but these are all right. Why not make your acquaintance?”

April walked up to the first pen and put the back of her hand against the rigid mesh for the occupant to sniff and then lick. The dog had a tan brownish coloured shorthaired coat. The dog came up to waist height with a large head and a darker coloured streak down his back where the fur ran in an opposite direction to the rest of the body. The name was an obvious conclusion.

She turned to Jon looking quizzical, wondering if he was going to relent and buy her a dog after all these years.

Go ahead April make your choice. Jon encouraged her to go from cage to cage, checking out the dogs that all looked identical. Little nuances of temperament helped her make a choice and the cage door of her chosen was opened.

April entered the dog’s home gingerly, not wanting to appear threatening until the dog had accepted her into it’s domain. She needn’t have worried; he was pleased to meet her and showered her with licks from a huge, rasping tongue.

The gate clanged shut and an audible click announced that she was locked in. Apprehension dawned on April and in panic, she turned to see what Jon and David were doing. They stood nonchalantly, watching her, no discernable expression on their faces. She calmed immediately and returned her attention to the dog.

We will leave you two to get friendly, be back in a minute or two. Jon’s voice sounded reasonable and didn’t arouse any suspicion in April. Her new companion was getting a little boisterous, a little too much so, but she thought she would be able to handle him okay and probably would have done, but suddenly, through an interconnecting gate, another of the ridgebacks entered the cage and then another.

April became frightened and backed away from the three dogs. Soundlessly, they approached her in a pincer movement, almost indifferently, ripped her dress off of her between sets of sharp teeth, then her panties joined the shredded clothing on the floor.

Her cries for help went unheeded, she tried to crawl to the gate, but one of the powerful dogs grasped her neck in a firm insistent bite. It was just hard enough to let her know that her neck could be snapped very easily. She froze and then incredulity overcame her as the first dog mounted her. His initial thrusts missing her cunt, but a shift in position had him filling her with more dog cock than she had ever felt before. His knot smashed against her labia several times, before being forced into her body in a merciless shove. She couldn’t move, didn’t dare to move. These dogs were working together she realised and meant to fuck her in turn. The dog shot his seed deep into her belly in a scalding torrent that seemed to burn her from the inside out.

They were only tied for a short while and separated, his sperm leaking from her bruised lips. The respite was short lived though. Another of the brutes clambered onto her back and shoved his cock straight into her wide-open cunt. There was nothing gentle about the violent thrusting of his member as it passed her lubricated lips and his knot thumped into her.

But April’s body began to betray her and her hips thrust backwards, burying him deeper into her and accepting his sharp cock end into her womb.

Her neck was released. To her amazement, the dog holding her in place, then mounted her from the opposite end, presenting his cock to her mouth. She sucked on him while being shafted from the other end.

It was at this point that Jon and David returned to observe the proceedings. They watched in silence until both dogs had satisfied themselves, coming simultaneously, one filling her stomach while the other filled her throat, forcing her to swallow his seed.

April, this is for you. Jon waved a piece of folded paper. I shall leave it here for you to read when you are done with the dogs.

What is it? She had a feeling she already knew though.

Divorce proceedings he answered. I divorce thee. I divorce thee. I divorce thee. It was an ancient custom where saying the phrase three times was a final cut of the marital tie. I trust you will not be contesting it. I am citing unreasonable behaviour; the evidence is on videotape and I am sure you won’t want it publicised.

“What is to become of me?” She wailed.

“David has been paid to feed you, you bitch. You’re where you belong. In with the dogs, it’s your level and serves you right. See you around.” He spun on his heels and stalked off, with the parting shot. Be happy.

Strangely enough, April was happy and stayed that way for several months until David relented and set her free.

Jon moved to the Seychelles and never returned to England.

David’s dogs were even happier, having a regular bitch to fuck and not having to wait until she was in season.

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