Inwardly I groan, ‘I’m bl**dy tired darling’, I meekly complain down the line, ‘I’m in bed, you just woke me up’, I fruitlessly complain, ...ut I know in my heart and soul, my husband has an idea, one that my naked body with a complete stranger enjoying it, will only suffice, he wants a good wank session watching me submit to men, and hear me beg them to have a baby. He hangs up, and they are on their way. I can’t imagine what men talk about, especially if the stranger knows he will be in my bed. "No tears now. Please. Thank you for trusting me with her."She nodded, wiping her face.I turned to Jon. "Is Max around?"He nodded. "Kept him in back, didn't need you both covered with dog hair." Could you get him? I think it'll help. He's a bond, and I would like to meet him anyway."Jon seemed a little confused, but he walked away, and couple of minutes later that gorgeous chocolate lab came bounding in and greeted me like a long lost friend. I knelt down and hugged him, rubbing behind the. Wasit real? It sure seemed like it. The milkshake was real. Or was it?Was I going crazy, as in totally insane? Was I imagining things? Was Iso desperately pathetically lonely that I could create the vision, andcould it be so life-like that it convinced me it was real?But the shake was real! I?d never tasted anything so real before in mywhole life.I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the same. I hadn?t changed.My wish to be sexually attractive was real, and yet even though Geniesaid. A scant few seconds later, I felt the warm splashes of his ejaculating sperm spraying both my ass crack and cheeks every few seconds. Now I began to rapidly pull my prick to get myself off. One of Carl's hands found and wrapped around my nut sack to help me out a bit. As I came, I moaned wishing Carl’s cock was still inside of my ass! I shot wild, flooding my bedspread with many goblets of my thick cum. Afterwards we washed off in my bathroom. Somehow using a face cloth to clean Carl’s cock off.