Kathy's dog act

CHAPTER NINE

"Nervous honey?" Joe asked as he traced his fingers lazily across Kathy's slackening cunt-lips.

"Oh, God, yes," she said closing her eyes and trying to fight the fluttering feeling of panic that was making her stomach churn and rumble. Tonight was opening night. And even Joe's frenzied fucking a few seconds earlier hadn't been able to take the edge off.

"Well, I'll be out in the audience rooting for you," he said, kissing her lightly on the cheek before rolling off the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Kathy watched him disappear and felt a little guilty about her fucking around in the theatre. Would he understand if she told him how she'd been acting? Joe had never mentioned anything about introducing anything irregular or exotic into their love-making, although she was almost sure he was getting a little snatch on the side at his gym in Beverly Hills. Right now wasn't the time to talk about extra-marital affairs. But after the play, Kathy was sure that she'd have to come to a new understanding with Joe. She still loved her husband. But she knew that she was going to need more than just his prick to keep her satisfied.

"Better get dressed honey," Joe called out from the bathroom before he turned on the shower.

Kathy moved around the bathroom numbly, pulling on her clothes mechanically as she ran through her lines mentally. She prayed that she wouldn't freeze up on stage. There would be hundreds people in the audience. Maybe there would even be some scouts from the movie studios there. She heard that they sent people out to all the little theatre productions looking for new talent.

As she climbed into the car with Joe, Kathy dreamed of how she might be launched into a career of movies or television with this production.

"Hurry up, Kathy," Pete said as she walked into the back stage entrance of the theatre. "You're a little late," he said, looking Joe who'd walked in with her and was grinning sheepishly.

"Sorry," she mumbled nervously.

"We've got a full crowd out there. Lots of little old ladies," Pete said as Kathy turned around and smiled sickly at him.

"She's a little nervous," Joe said as he squeezed her hand. "I'll be out there, remember," he whispered as he walked away.

"Come on, Mrs. Murphy," the wardrobe mistress said as she pushed Kathy into the dressing room. "We've only got a few minutes to get you ready."

Kathy felt her heart throbbing crazily as Helen slipped on the costume and arranged her hair. She felt like a doll being directed around as she heard the call boy announce that the curtain would be going up in three minutes.

"Good luck. Break a leg," Helen whispered in her ear as she opened the dressing room door for her.

"Thanks," Kathy said quiveringly as she headed quickly to the stairs that led up to the stage.

"Okay, everybody. Take your places," Pete said as Kathy reached the top of the stairs. "Hi, Kathy. You'll be great. Just get in position."

"Yes," Kathy said mechanically.

"Hey, don't forget the mutt," Pete said, pushing Saber toward her.

"That's the last thing she'll forget," Connie said from behind one of the prop curtains. "I'm back here to root you on, kid."

Kathy looked at the brunette and saw her smile kindly at her. She smiled back, and saw that Bob was behind his wife, winking at her. Something must have happened between them. And whatever it was, it looked as if peace were declared between them. Kathy was glad. It seemed to take off the edge of her nervousness. It helped her to know that everybody was pulling for her.

"Curtain in thirty seconds," Pete whispered as Kathy walked onto stage and sat down in one of the chairs.

Kathy inhaled sharply, then prepared to deliver her first line as she saw the footlights come into view.

The first monologue went smoothly. Everything seemed to be going well until the part of the first scene where her two sons had their argument. Kathy was with the dog in the back of the set, supposedly cooking dinner when she realized something was wrong.

"Kathy, the dog!" Pete hissed from behind the set.

"What's wrong?" she whispered back, afraid to turn around. She didn't want to let the audience know that anything might be wrong.

"He's got a fuckin' hard-on!"

Kathy eyes widened. Saber seemed to have somehow associated this part of the scene with the jacking off he'd gotten from her before. He was obviously expecting more of the same right now.

"Easy boy, easy," Kathy groaned as she kicked the animal with her right foot. He howled at the sudden blow.

"What the hell are you doin?" Pete hissed.

"Get him off the stage," Kathy whispered back.

"How? I can't walk on just like that."

Kathy felt her cunt-lips swell in spite of her awkward position. The audience would be able to see Saber's stiff cock any second now if she didn't do something fast. The animal began whimper and whine excitedly.

"Shut UP!" Kathy whispered again, kicking the sheep dog harder.

"My God!" Pete whispered loudly as the dog howled in pain and surprise.

"Here boy, here," Connie whispered from the wings, trying to get Saber's attention. But the dog seemed oblivious of everything but Kathy's cunt. He wanted her snatch right now. And all the kicking in the world couldn't stop him.

"Get mommy's snatch," Bob whispered, hiking up Connie's skirt and exposing her pussy to the surprise of the stagehands and Pete.

"What's going on?" Pete whispered loudly as the stage crew broke into loud chortles.

Kathy flushed red is she heard murmurs start up in the audience. People were beginning to notice the dog and forget about what was going on between the two actors.

"Goddamn you!" Kathy hissed loudly enough to be heard by the audience. She felt anger and lust well up inside her as she looked down and saw Saber's cock seem to grow longer, harder and thicker each time she kicked him.

"My God, what's happening?" she heard several old women whisper hoarsely as she gave the dog another kick. That was the last one that Saber could tolerate. With a loud growl he jumped up, jamming his huge paws on Kathy's tits and knocking her against the kitchen table.

"Ohhh!" Kathy cried out as she reached back to try to balance herself. Her hand slid along the slick table top surface, and she fell backwards, knocking over the table. Her legs flew into the air as the two actors stopped their lines and wheeled around see what had happened.

"My God, bring down the curtain!" Pete shouted as Saber jumped up on Kathy.

"Ohhhh!" Kathy cried, dazed by the sudden fall and forgetting where she was for few seconds. The stage hands didn't hear Pete, or were too fascinated by what was happening to pay attention to him. Saber had found Kathy's cunt-lips spread wide apart and had taken advantage of the situation.

"Mmmmnngggg!" Kathy cried with obvious pleasure as the animal drove his knotty prick all the way into her exposed pussy.

"Aiyeee! Ohhh! Aiyeee!" the women in the audience shrieked as they jumped to their feet and pointed in horror at the bucking, thrashing Kathy.

"Bring down the fuckin' curtain!" Pete howled. His voice carried into the auditorium and brought more shrieks of protests from the outraged audience.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Kathy groaned as she felt the sheep dog's prick bang up against her stiffening clit.

"Curtain!" Pete howled, running to the ropes and releasing the curtain.

"Cominnnngggg!" Kathy howled as Saber fired his first wad deep into her pussy.

"Police! Police!" People screeched as the curtain finally fell to the stage.

"Better get her out of here," Connie said to her husband as she ran out to the stage.

"My God! Oh, what have I done?" Kathy groaned as Bob and Connie helped her to her feet.

"You put on a performance that Pasadena's never seen before!" Connie said, trying hard to keep back from laughing as she led Kathy off the stage.

"What? What?" Joe sped as he ran backstage to his wife.

"Don't worry about it," Bob said as he let his wife take Kathy back to the dressing room. "I think maybe it's time that we all have a little talk."

Joe looked completely bewildered at Bob, then at his retreating wife.

"Come on," Bob said, taking Joe by the arm and leading him down the stairs to Kathy's dressing room.

"And that's the whole story," Connie said, stroking back Kathy's hair as she finished telling Joe what had been going on the past few days.

"Whew!" Joe said shaking his head slowly as he stared at his depressed wife.

"I-I don't blame you if you divorce me," Kathy said, shaken still by what had happened. "But I can't say that I'm sorry for what's been going on, Joe, honey, I still love you, but…"

"Hey, don't apologize. I know, babe. In fact, I was going to suggest that we open our marriage a little," Joe confessed a little sheepishly.

"What?" Kathy said.

"I guess you've suspected what's been happening out in the gym – I mean between the customers, and me," Joe began.

"So, you have been fucking those fat old broads!" Kathy cried in indignation.

"Hey, Kathy. Take it easy. Remember, you haven't exactly been playing Penelope with your husband," Connie said.

Kathy looked at Connie, and then at Joe.

"Oh, I guess not. What's good for the goose and all that shit," she said.

"I don't mind what you do. But I think we could have a lot more fun if we do it together instead of sneaking around each other's backs. That is, if you don't mind watching me fucking other women. I think watching you fuck other men would be a real turn on for me," Joe admitted.

"Oh, Joe, if I'd only known," Kathy said, jumping up and running to her husband.

"Well, we could try out our new plan right here," Joe said, smiling at Connie and Bob.

"Right after that horrible scene?" Kathy groaned.

"Forget about it. And can't think of a better way to do that than a good old-fashioned fuck," Joe said.

Then there was a knock at the door.

"God, the police!" Kathy groaned as she shrank behind her husband.

"Let me take care of this. I practically own this city," Connie said as she walked confidently towards the door.

"What the hell's going on?" Pete howled as he burst into the room when Connie opened the door.

"Didn't you see?" Bob asked calmly as Pete stood in the middle of the room panting.

"Didn't I see? The whole damned town saw!"

"Don't worry about it. We can pass it off as an unfortunate accident," Connie said. "I've got enough pull and cash in this city to make everybody forget about what happened up there."

Pete stared dumbly at the four of them.

"I don't believe it. You sit here like nothing's happened!" Pete exclaimed.

"On the contrary. Plenty's happened," Connie said, winking at the director as she walked over to the door and slammed it shut. "And if you take off your clothes, we'll show you exactly what's been going on!"

"What!" Pete gasped.

"Shut him up," Joe said as he hiked up his wife's costume and jammed his fingers into Kathy's dog-jizz-filled cunt.

"And I know how do it!" Connie said as she reached down quickly and unzipped his fly.

"I don't…" Pete began, then howled in surprise as Connie flipped his cock out and dropped to her knees, wrapping her hot lips around his stiffening rod before he could back away.

"Nnnnghhhh!" Pete cried as Connie ran her tongue over his shaft.

"Come on, let's strip down," Joe said as he unbuckled his trousers.

In seconds the floor was littered with discarded clothes. Pete spat on his fingers, then rubbed the puddle of spit over his pulsating cock-head. He moved quickly behind Kathy and hunched down, grabbing her firm ass-cheeks and pulled them apart.

"What are you – Unnghhhhh!" she groaned as she felt his hot, wet cock slide up her asshole. "Cunt! Cunt!" Kathy cried, failing her arms wildly in the air.

"I'll take care of that," Connie groaned as she dropped to her knees, spearing her tongue into Kathy's hot gash.

"Aiyyeeeee!" Kathy screeched as she felt Connie's stiff tongue jab into the soft, sparking mounds and folds of pussy flesh. Joe meanwhile slid under Connie's bouncing ass.

"Damn! I'm gonna get this thing in a cunt if I can," he groaned as he jabbed up at Connie's wet, hairy slit.

"Get Kathy on the couch," Bob said, rubbing his prick up to full stiffness.

"I'll lay down and keep her on top of me," Pete grunted as he backed up to the couch.

"Oooohhh!" Kathy grunted as she felt herself falling backward. Pete managed to keep his dick embedded in her asshole as he balanced himself on the couch cushions.

"Still gonna take care of that cunt," Connie groaned as she crawled on the couch and inched between Kathy's flailing legs. She leaned down and opened her mouth, lapping at the blonde's quivering, swollen cunt-lips as Joe jumped up behind her.

"Brace yourself, baby," Joe wailed as he wrapped his hands tightly behind Connie's hips, then drove his pick easily into her slackened shitter.

"Ummmm!" Connie moaned. She didn't seem to have any discomfort at Joe's ramming.

"Jack me off, damn you," Bob said to his wife he leaned back slightly to take in the four-some. Connie wrapped her slender fingers around her husband's cock, frigging it wildly as she continued to lap Kathy bubbling juices.

"Unnnghhhh!" Kathy groaned as she felt Connie's lips close around her throbbing clit and suck gently. She responded by backing her ass hard against Pete's hunching groin. She felt her tits and pussy exploding wildly as Connie's tongue and lips drive her cunt to orgasm. Kathy screamed again, slamming her pussy up hard against Connie's parted lips. She felt the brunette's tongue dart against her swollen clit, making it throb wildly as she clamped Pete's prick.

"Don't! Don't!" Pete cried from behind her, hunching his thighs up and driving his jerking prick deep into Kathy's butt.

"Can't help it!" Kathy grunted as she felt herself soaring into climax.

"Arrghhhh!" Pete screamed, his balls jiggling with each violent contraction that tore through his cock. Kathy could feel her ass catch fire as wad after wad of lava-like come blew into her shrieking, milking ass-hole.

Pete's climax was the trigger that threw them into little throes of orgasm. Kathy screamed as she felt torrents of hot juice bubble on of her pussy. She heard Connie gurgling and gagging on the fresh discharge.

"Fffuuuuccckkkk!" Joe screamed from behind Connie as his first squirt of jizz sprayed into the brunette's jiggling ass.

"Ohhhh," Kathy cried in surprise as she felt something hot and sticky splash against her itching, hot tits. It was Bob's jizz, milked out of his balls by his wife's expert fingers. The hot fluid splashed down on her erect nipples, acting a soothing balm that satisfied the growing itch and tingle that had gripped them.

"More! More! More!" Kathy screamed, driven on by more spasms by Bob's spraying cock.

All of them screamed and grunted. Their bodies stiffened and shook violently as rivers of hot, white, sticky come sprayed in every direction and dripped to the couch and floor.

"Whooo," Joe finally said, falling back on the balls of his feet and yanking his prick out of Connie's asshole.

"Unghhh," Kathy groaned as Connie gave her cunt-lips a last playful nibble before she crawled off the couch.

"Hey, you're suffocating me," Pete grunted as he hunched back and slid his cock out of Kathy's asshole.

"Oh, Joe! I'm so glad that you're not angry at what been happening," Kathy said as she slid off the couch with a stream of Pete's jizz leaking from her back hole and embraced her husband.

"Shit, I still don't know what's been going on," Pete said as he scratched his head.

The four laughed at the director and shook their heads.

"Pete, if you want to join our little group, you'll have to be a little more perceptive," Connie said, rubbing her aching cunt-lips lightly.

"And you don't mind – about the dogs, hon?" Kathy asked her husband nervously.

"Hey, baby. If that's your thing, I'm not gonna say anything about it. In fact, it can be a real turn-on for…" Joe began.

"I know. I've heard that before," Kathy said. She felt her body satisfied for the first time in a long time. Kathy felt peaceful and liberated. At last she was free to do what she wanted.

"And as for the theatre…" Bob said.

"As for that, you can hang it up," Kathy said. "I did that just to have something to do besides clean up the house. Now it looks like I'll be too busy to worry about the stage."

"Unless it's something like Deep Throat," Connie mused.

Kathy raised her eyebrows. Maybe she could combine her sex life and the stage.

Joe seemed to read her mind. "Hey, why don't you bring the dog in here to see what kind of script we can get going," he suggested.

"If I can find him," Pete said, pulling up his trousers.

"You think we can get away with it?" Joe asked.

"In L.A.? You've got to be kidding," Connie said in surprise.

Kathy smiled and felt her cunt rumbling again. Dog cocks and male cocks. And the movies yet! She sighed contentedly, wondering who or what breed her new co-stars would be?