Three is a Crowd

Shortly after our marriage, my late husband confessed to me about the worst one-night stand he had ever experienced. In his words, it was a complete “cat’s ass trophy!”

Mike had met this lovely girl at a keg party. The party was being held at a clearing in the woods on a balmy summer evening. Sharon was an earthy naturalist, wearing a tie-dyed halter top and sarong. She had brought her faithful companion, “Buster”, to the event. Buster was a large, black and white, Great Dane. Mike and Sharon hit it off, drinking beer and talking for hours around the campfire with Buster at their feet.

The couples’ conversation turned romantic and lead to passionate kissing. Mike took Sharon by the hand, into the woods, to a place covered in soft moss. They fell to the ground in anticipation. He kissed her neck and gently raised Sharon’s cotton skirt up to her ribs, revealing a tiny belly-button charm. Smiling, Mike then managed to kick off his boots, unbuckle his jeans and toss them. He dove in with a heavenly “thrust”.

They were really “going to town” when Mike suddenly felt something wet and warm slide across his butthole and testicles. Turning around, he saw Buster licking him . . . then Buster raised up on his hind legs in an attempt to “join the orgy”.

Mike shrieked and “dismounted” Sharon, immediately. ("This is not going to happen.")  He told me, later, that he had never lost an erection so fast!