The Dog‘s Forbidden Claim

This is the story of what my neighbor gave me for my thirty-second birthday.

My husband had shipped out just two weeks before.

He's in the Navy.

I missed him terribly.

At night, I'd lie awake, touching myself, imagining him driving his thick length into me, his mouth on my full breasts.

My neighbor Aurora, who lives a few houses up, had given me my present early.

Titan.

A massive black Great Dane.

We'd discussed getting a dog.

With our large yard, a big breed made sense.

Aurora trains Great Danes professionally.

When she heard we were interested, she offered me Titan.

She said he was specially trained for me.

He wouldn't be any trouble while my husband was deployed or while I was at work.

On my birthday morning, I slept in, hitting the snooze button repeatedly.

In the shower, I pretended my husband was with me.

My hands slid over my wet skin, from my hair down to my face.

They cupped my breasts, thumbs circling the peaks.

I trailed lower, over my stomach, my fingers finding the soft mound between my legs.

Parting myself, I let the hot spray pulse directly against my sensitive bud.

It swelled instantly under my touch.

I pinched and rolled it, breath catching.

A powerful climax ripped through me, leaving me trembling against the tile.

I wished my husband were here.

He'd know how to soothe the deep ache he left behind.

Dressing, I chose my sexiest black lace bra.

It lifted and framed my breasts perfectly.

I gave each nipple a sharp tweak, watching them peak against the fabric.

Next, a tight cashmere sweater.

I pulled it down slowly, the soft wool dragging exquisitely over my hardened tips.

A fresh heat pooled low in my belly.

For my lower half, I fastened a black garter belt.

I clipped on sheer fishnet stockings.

Skipping panties, as usual, I stepped into a short, tight black skirt.

The phone rang.

It was my husband, calling from his base.

We talked for a few minutes.

I told him I needed to finish getting ready for work.

He growled that he should be here.

Said he'd love to bend me over and take me hard before I left.

"Are you wet for me, babe?" he asked, his voice low.

"God, yes," I breathed. "I'm so empty. I'm aching for you."

"I'm rock hard just thinking about it," he said. "If I were there, I'd have you on your knees in seconds."

A soft moan escaped me.

"I can't stop thinking about your tight little pussy," he continued. "I stroke myself every night, imagining how you'd feel."

I let my eyes fall shut.

Leaning back on the edge of the bed, I let my legs dangle off the side.

I spread them wide.

My fingers found my slick folds, beginning a slow, circling rhythm.

"I'd ride you so deep," I whispered into the phone. "I'd beg for more."

I was so lost in the sound of his voice and the building tension in my core, I didn't hear Titan enter the room.

My husband was describing how he'd keep me quiet by filling my mouth.