Mark and Cindy had to leave the city for a time because of some family situation which they did not attempt to explain to Pete and Mary, who, in turn, did not ask questions, but, when the time came, simply drove them to the airport and saw them off.
When Pete and Mary returned home and entered the house, the phone was ringing. Mary answered and said hello several times. While Pete watched, she replaced the phone on its cradle and frowned.
"Wrong number, darling?" he asked.
She turned about. "You'll probably think I've lost my senses, but all I heard before the phone was hung up at the other end was a dog's bark."
Pete laughed nervously. "Hey, you don't suppose that's Rose's way of asking us over, do you?"
Mary shrugged and brushed her red hair away from her eyes. "I wouldn't be surprised. She's just nutty enough to do a thing like that now that Mark and Cindy, her next-door neighbors, have gone out of town."
"Oh, I thought you didn't really know her that well, darling!"
Mary brushed her hair out of her eyes again. "I don't. Not really, Pete. I know her mostly from hearing about her from Cindy and Mark and you."
Pete lighted a cigarette. "Well, the hell with her. I don't feel like… watching her thing today."
Mary smiled. "Her thing, honey? Is that what you said? Thing?"
"Her bit. Her sex thing. You know what I mean."
Mary's smile changed to a becoming frown. "I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "But I think I'd like you to take me over there sometime soon."
"No kidding?" he asked.
She crossed over the room and kissed him on the cheek suddenly. "Maybe I'd like to see what you've seen, honey. I have mixed feelings about it, I think, but… yes, I believe I would like to watch her fuck a dog. Do you suppose she would allow me to?"
Pete took a drag on his cigarette and snubbed it out in an ash tray. "We could try to induce her to put on her… little act for us."
"From what I've heard, it's no act. She likes having dogs screw her."
He nodded. "She does. Definitely. I was at a loss for the right word, so I said 'act'. I didn't mean she puts on an act."
"Let's have a few drinks and get in touch with her," Mary said, her voice sounding odd. "Maybe if I get about half-tight, I'll have enough courage to go there with you. If she'll let us come, I mean."
Pete moistened his lips. What Mary was saying made him nervous. "I'm not in the mood for… Rose and her sex thing, darling. Maybe later. By the way, that was a damned crazy thing, that dog barking over the phone. Why do you suppose she would do that?"
Mary shrugged. "Maybe she wants you to come to her place, honey. What else?"
"Want a drink?" he asked, changing the subject.
She seemed to be paying no attention to him. "Pete," she said thoughtfully, "do you realize we've lost our swap partners for a while?"
"Sure," he replied. "I thought of that when Mark called and told me they had to leave town for a time."
"Funny. I hadn't thought much about it. Now, we'll just have each other for kicks. Right?"
Pete grinned. "There's always Rose and her… lover."
Mary shivered. "Gads, I'd like to see that happen! I really would, but I'd like to see her balling the dog without her knowing I was watching. Do you think you could arrange it, honey?"
He smiled, but tensely. "You really have that dog thing on your mind, haven't you? I warn you, you'd better stop thinking about it if you don't want to be all hung up."
"I guess you're right, honey," Mary said softly. "Damn it. I wish you'd never mentioned it to me, Pete." She made a face. "Please give me the strongest damned drink you can fix, honey. I'm getting bugged."
"I just got through asking you if you'd like a drink, but you didn't hear me," he observed as he went to mix her a strong one. Bringing the glass back to where she was now seated on the sofa, he gave it to her and stood in front of her. "Here's to Rose and her… thing."
Mary grinned tightly, took a swallow of her drink and nearly choked over it. "Hey, how much did you put in?"
"That's about a double-triple, I'd say. Like it?"
She took another, smaller sip. "Boy, that's strong stuff. If I drink this, I'll be climbing the walls."
"But do you like it, Mary?"
She looked up at him quickly. "Yes, I like it. Why? Does it matter?"
"Not really. It matters only that you don't seem able to listen to what I'm saying. That is, I'm not coming through clear to you at the moment. This means, I suspect, that you have quite a bit going on inside. Am I correct?"
She took another sip and made a small face. "I keep thinking about Rose and her dog."
"It's not her dog, it's Cindy's."
"You know what I mean, honey."
He took a sip of his own drink. "Want me to call Rose and see if she'll let us come over and watch?"
Mary's face reddened a little. "Wait till I have a bit more whiskey. Then ask me, honey."
Thirty minutes later he asked her the same question, searching her eyes carefully for her reaction. Mary smiled impishly at him and said not a word. He lighted a cigarette, had two puffs from it and put it out. "I take it you aren't ready to answer the question. All right. Probably be a good thing to drop the whole matter here and now. I doubt that you'd enjoy the scene. More than likely, Rose wouldn't want a female to watch her screwing Man, and I can't say as I blame her. It's hardly the… accepted thing to do."
"Oh, come off it, honey," Mary said, finishing off the drink. "Don't talk to me that way. I'm not one of these rubby-dubby females."
He grinned and had another drink himself. "I know it, darling. I thought I would try and get a rise out of you. When I asked you a moment ago if you wanted me to get in touch with Rose, you just simpered and said nothing. What was that supposed to mean? I know you pretty well, honey, but I can't read your mind."
"Pete," she said soberly, her eyes filled with a sudden strange lust, "get Rose on the phone. Don't say anything about the dog. Just ask her if we can come over and spend the evening with her." Mary glanced at her watch. "It's seven-thirty now."
He put his glass down, went to the phone and dialed Rose's number. He asked her bluntly if they could come to her house, and she surprised him a little by saying she was sorry but didn't want company. She hesitated over the word "company" and Pete suspected it was because she meant she didn't want Mary to pay her a visit. He was tempted to ask her why she had the dog bark over the phone earlier and to tell her he thought it a crazy fool thing to do, but he managed to restrain himself from saying the words. As he started to hang up, she whispered a word to him.
"What did you say?" he asked, knowing what she had said but wanting to hear it from her again.
"Fuck," she said, the voice sounding thick and strange.
"What is that supposed to mean, Rose?" he asked, his curiosity aroused. Was the woman losing her mind?
She was silent a moment. "It means fuck. That's all. Fuck."
He could tell from the way she spoke that she was highly passionate. "Listen, Rose," he said quietly, evenly. "Please let me bring my wife to your house. She'd very much like to… talk to you."
There was silence at the other end of the line. Then, "You may bring your wife if she will do something for me," Rose said somberly.
Pete felt the hair on the nape of his neck rising as it had so often when he had previously made contact with this woman either physically or conversationally. "I heard you," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "What is it you want her to do for you, Rose?"
"I want her to let me."
Pete's mouth went suddenly dry. "You want her to do that… just… jump right into… it… cold?"
"Does she have enough of what it takes?" Rose asked slowly.
"I don't know," Pete said. "I'm not sure of what it takes, you see."
"Are you making fun of me, Pete?" Rose asked, her voice rising over the phone.
"Certainly not. You should know better than to say a thing like that to me."
"I'm sorry, Pete. I apologize. I guess I'm a bit upset tonight. I…"
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes!" she said savagely. "A few minutes ago a man got out of the house. Last I saw of him he was chasing some bitch dog down the street." She slammed the phone on the hook so hard it hurt Pete's eardrums. He didn't know whether to curse or chuckle, the situation was so unique.
Replacing the phone, he walked back to Mary, who was lying on the sofa. He picked up his glass and drained it.
"No dice, Mary. Rose has lost her temper, it appears."
Mary giggled as she sat up and looked at the grin on his face. "No kidding. What did the dog do, run off with another woman?"
Now Pete laughed outright. "That's it! That's what she told me. She was very angry about it. Brother, what a broad she is. Whew."
Mary laughed, searching his eyes incredulously. "What a strange gal Rose is. Somehow or other, I find her to be darned interesting. I don't know why, though."
"Apparently," he said evenly, "she thinks you're interesting, too. She asked me if you'd let her make love to you."
Mary sat up and blinked, her green eyes bright. "Oh, is she a lesbian, too? Did I say that wrong? Is she… say… what the hell is she, Pete?"
"She said I could bring you to her house if you'd let her, whatever that means. I took it to mean make love to you."
Mary laughed. "Wow, what a broad is right! She's lost her dog, so now she wants a woman. No thanks. She's too far out for me at the moment."
Mary bit her lips fiercely.
Pete scrutinized his wife's face carefully. "Something bothering you, honey?" he asked.
"No. I'm just a bit high, I think. Quite a bit. Enough so that I was beginning to be worked up over the possibility of watching her screw with her dog."
He spread his hands. "Nope. Nothing doing there. The dog has run away."
"So you said."
He brushed his hands over his eyes. "Sorry, I must be getting a bit high, myself."
"Damn it," Mary said. "Something's happening to me."
He glanced at her sharply. "What do you mean?"
"I seem to want something. Something weird, I guess. I just about had my heart set on seeing that dog bit."
"Would you care to suck me off?" he asked quietly, moving closer to her so that his pants zipper was only a foot or so from her face. "I'd be happy to let you, darling, if you wish."
She glanced up at him, grinned tensely, felt of his rapidly growing cock and let go of it. She shook her head. "Not right now, honey. Maybe later, I will."
"Perhaps," he said, swinging back into their previous mock style of speaking, "madame would care for the complete reaming and greasing job. Eh, what?"
Mary smiled up at him and patted his hard-on. "If you want to screw me, honey, just do it. I'm always glad to have my lover man climb aboard and sink the shaft into my cunt."
Pete laughed. "The hell you are, darling. You don't want me to touch you right now. You've gone way out on me. You want to see that Great Dane fuck Rose, or nothing."
Mary lay down flat and spread her legs, her skirt creeping almost to her hips. "I wish," she said dreamily, "you could get that beast and bring it here right this moment. I think I'd like him to lap my slit."
"Sorry, baby. The beast has gone out on the town. Besides, I'd never be able to get him away from crazy Rosey."
"You mustn't call her that, Pete. That's unkind."
"Okay," he said, taken aback slightly. "Didn't mean to be nasty. Rose just strikes me as being… well, if you want to know the truth, a bit on the crazy side."
"I'm sure she is, but then, aren't we all?"
He glanced at her quickly. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that everyone in the world is at least half out of his mind when sexual desires take over."
He nodded. "I agreed with you, honey. When the urge hits you strongly enough, you do go half nuts for a time until you're gratified."
"That's the way I am now-half nuts Pete. Probably it's because of the liquor. What do you think?"
"Partly, I suppose. Isn't there anything I can do for you, darling?"
She sighed and sat up again and felt his hard-on. "I guess I'm being very selfish, honey. If you'll take out your prick I'd be happy to suck you off."
"I'd rather get on top, if you don't mind," he told her, his pulse racing a little. "I've had an awful lot of sucking lately. Fucking appeals to me more at the moment."
She grinned, raised her hips and drew down her panties, revealing her cunt to him. "Help yourself, honey. I'm your wife. This cunt belongs to you and is intended for your private use and entertainment, is not to be used commercially without your express written consent, and…"
Pete grinned tightly and dropped down on top of her, ramming his cock into her cunt savagely. "For a moment there," he said hoarsely, "you sounded like a baseball announcer on television."
She pushed his pants down off his hips, shoved his briefs down as far as she could and raised her hot snatch to meet his battering prick. "Don't talk, baby!" she cried. "Screw me. Screw me good, honey."
Pete rammed his cock into her twat savagely, but moving comparatively slowly, and kept on fucking her like that for several minutes before he felt her stiffening and heard her hoarse moans.
"Oh, honey!" she cried, her voice sounding desperate.
"Go wild on me, honey! Pretend you're a… dog."
This crazy bit of nonsense almost stopped him cold, but then he remembered she was high and probably didn't realize what she was saying. He humped her slightly faster while she wrapped her legs about his and clung to him like glue to wood. He blew off in her cunt when he felt her shudder and knew she was achieving an orgasm. Usually, he kept it going for a long time, but now he had an idea. Wildly exciting. Yanking his still stiff cock from her cunt, he stood up, zipped himself, and pulled her to her feet.
"W-What are you doing, honey?" she gasped. "I wasn't even half ready to stop."
"You and I are going to help Rose find her lover-dog. Come on, baby."
Mary's eyes filled with lust at hearing the words. "Yes," she murmured. "Oh, yes… I want to, honey."
It was ten minutes later that Pete pulled their car into the driveway between the Alexanders' place and Rose's. He shut the car lights off immediately and told Mary to not make any more noise than necessary. He didn't want Rose to know who it was, or even that they were there at all. He led Mary to the front door and they went up onto the porch together. He tapped on the door lightly but Rose didn't come to let him in. He tried to knob and found it would turn.
"Come inside," he whispered to Mary. "She's probably gone to bed early." There were no lights on in the place.
"Maybe we shouldn't barge right in like this, Pete. It makes me feel kind of funny," Mary whispered.
"Rose won't mind. I think she'll be glad to see us. In fact, I'm sure she will."
They made their way across the room cautiously, Pete leading the way and holding Mary's arm firmly to guide her.
He groped about with his other hand outstretched and found the door leading to Rose's bedroom. He waited a long moment before trying to push the door open. When he did so, he smelled the odor first. The dog, he knew, was in the room. The odor of dog was strong. Feeling Mary stiffening and trembling, he squeezed her hand hard to reassure her and listened. The dog's sex noises were much in evidence and there was no doubt of what was happening in the room.
Rose was getting fucked by the Great Dane.