Hot housewife can't resist...

I sat across the table from my husband of ten years watching him finish his breakfast.

He was still as handsome as the day I met him. He was a good man. A good father to our two lovely children. A good provider.

Why wasn't it enough? I often asked myself.

I still loved him. Truly I did.

So why did my eyes look over his shoulder out the kitchen window to the oak tree in our back yard.

Why couldn't I stop thinking about them?

Why did the brief flashes of grey fur dashing through the branches make me so wet?????
 
Maybe it was the lingering memory of that sweltering summer night, when my husband and I , pretended to be wild animals, we were both naked, me on my hands and knees, the female wolf, him the male wolf..... he sniffs me from behind, his nose on my ass then on my lips, we are both sweating and smell of musk, I relax a little and let a small stream of pee escape from my pussy, My wild wolf is excited and prods my ass with his tongue. i feel him want to mount me, i pull away peeing as i go, he follows my scent, and starts to lick up my fluid. i then submit, and let his powerful thrusting cock enter me, we fuck like wild animals, and the collapse onto the wet ground...... I feel so dirty, yet seeing those wild dogs in our back lane makes me want to try a real wild animal..........
 
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