A year or so ago I was dating a guy I'll call Jack. At first Jack wasn't aware that I had an ongoing sexual partnership with my golden retriever Mike (which I've detailed in many earlier postings). I finally told him about it, and he didn't seem shook up at all - indeed, he expressed some curiosity and interest. Rather than just detail my experiences to him in words, however, I decided - with some misgivings, for I'm extremely careful about who I share my love life with - to invite him to watch us one evening. I have a special small room in my house with a mat and rubberized sheeting on the floor, and this is where Mike and I go to mate. Jack had never seen this room before - but Mike, of course, knows exactly what's up when he sees me naked there.

I'm pretty uneasy about being watched during intercourse, and I think Mike is too. I mean how many of us would want to be observed when making love with our human partners. It's a very intimate time together, a time in which we ideally cast away all inhibitions and become totally there for each other, one to one. Yet, once in awhile I find that it's rather erotic to share the experience with another person. In my case, that's most often my girlfriend Jennie, who also has a canine sex partner that she's absolutely smitten with; sometimes, though not often, we party together with our dogs (see my earlier posting "Three Dog Night"). But the guys that I invite into that room are very few and far between.

I guess my invitation to Jack that evening was impulsive; I liked him a lot (still do, though we later split and he's now married), and I knew I could trust him with my "secret life," so I just took the chance. And I'm glad I did - for it resulted, actually, in this posting.

Jack was, in fact, so totally blown away by what he saw in that room that the next day he sat down and wrote about it, just to get his own head together, he said. He showed the account to me, and I have kept the only copy. Last week I ran into him in the office where I work, reminded him that I still had that copy, and asked him if I could use it on-line, with a little minor editing. He granted me permission, and I thank him for it.

"I stepped into the room," he wrote, "and there she was, completely bare-assed on the floor on hands and knees, and the dog was fucking her. I had never seen such a thing before, though she had told me that she did it. I thought she was kidding, I never in this world thought that women ever actually did this. Her lovely boobs hung and swung as the dog really pounded on her gorgeous backside. Her body jolted with the force of his thrusts, and I could hear sloshing sounds as he pumped her. His front legs were wrapped tight around her waist, she had put socks on his legs so he wouldn't claw her. He had locked on to her so tight it looked like they would never part. She was swaying her head back and forth, letting out little whimpers and 'ohs!' and 'ahs!' Pretty soon she says 'oh my God!' and he quits shoving it, just lays there against her back with his forelegs tight around her, just clinging up tight to her ass, sort of shaking and trembling. 'What's happening?' I asked her, hardly daring to speak. 'Mike just tied me,' she says, sort of panting. 'We're locked together now. I have his knot in me.'

"All I could say was something stupid, like 'Wow!' Neither Nan nor Mike moved much for a while, but I could tell she was getting turned on in a mighty way. (She later told me that Mike was ejaculating inside her in big spurts and that she could feel the heat of his cum and every throb of his cock.) Her face was flushed, her breath came in little puffs and sighs. I knelt in front of her and felt the heat of their joined bodies in front of me. I caressed her hot breasts, and her hard nipples about burned holes in my palms, I had never seen them so big and swollen. But neither she nor Mike paid much attention to me, they were so wrapped up in each other.

"Nan was getting more and more turned on, I couldn't tell by her sounds whether she was giggling or sobbing, maybe both. Then she began to take real deep breaths, big sighs. With her eyes closed, she tossed her head, her brunette hair flying, and she stuck out her boobs, and then she began slapping her legs and feet wildly against the floor. Mike tightened his grasp on her, and she swayed her behind with him still locked onto her, once in awhile swinging his tail. 'OH!' she screamed, and 'OH! OH!' and I saw a woman totally consumed in a frenzy of lust, the throes of climax, my God what a sight, what a God-given beautiful sight it was. She was utterly oblivious to me and my raging hard-on, she was jerking and twisting and arching her body and shuddering and crying real tears under her strong rider, her lovely face absolutely glowing. I knew at that instant I had seen ecstasy on the face of a woman, she seemed utterly transported. I never saw anything like it in my life, almost shot my wad right there without even touching myself.

"They were still tied, but she calmed down after a minute or so, she seemed so happy and joyous, I had never seen her look more radiantly beautiful. Reaching up, she caressed Mike's head and neck above her shoulder. Then I'll be damned if it didn't happen again, her legs banging, whimpers, shudders, tit strutting, head tossing, another big climax.

"After that one, she could hardly hold herself up, her arms were shaking and she began sort of listing to one side. Mike got off her, and I took her in my arms, we were still on the floor. At the same time I heard this gushing farting sound, and I looked down, and she was squirting out all this white fluid, it just came rolling and bubbling out of her pussy, all over her buns and thighs and legs, I knew it was dog sperm but it looked like a gallon of it .

"She was really wiped out, but the bliss on her face made it impossible not to kiss her. I carried her to bed, her pussy was still dripping and drooling all over herself and the sheets too, but I was so hot for her I climbed in beside her. I cupped my hand on her drenched pussy several times and just rubbed the dog's cum all over her body until she was gleaming wet from her beautiful face to her knees and we were both sticky. Her body seemed hungry for my hands, she arched and twisted, so sopping wet, in my arms. I won't go into further detail here, but we made the sweetest wettest love I had ever done in my life, and damned if she didn't climax once more! Wow, what a night!"

Nan here again. I remember that night. Jack (not his real name) was a sweet man, and so understanding of my feelings. I must have been a mess that night. Thanks, Jack.

I still laugh remembering another occasion with a different guy -- this was before Jack. Earlier that day Mike had mated me, but this guy had no idea that I had a canine lover. We got into bed and I remember him saying, "Wow, what a wet girl you are!" Congratulating himself, no doubt, on making Nannie run.

Well, I don't give guys surprises like that very often - nor, despite these occasional "events" with men, am I a promiscuous woman. I prefer my sexual encounters with men few and far between, too many complications otherwise. Mike demands a lot less -- and yet, in certain ways, a lot more.

As a female, I am aware of his male needs - and he has also, I think, become very aware of my needs. Rather than identifying us as a dog and a woman, in my own mind it almost seems more accurate to just be male and female - for that is what we are, we join our bodies together as such, and it somehow feels... well, right. Two mammal lovers, if you will. At certain times (though not always) the very concept of species seems to me as outmoded as the concept of race. That's a very subjective viewpoint, of course, and I wouldn't try to defend it very strenuously. Yet the very concept of "dog as pet" goes out the window very early in a canine/woman relationship. Having intercourse is something else entirely, and it sometimes takes a little time for a woman to adjust her thinking in relation to her new and beautifully strange lover - who is, nevertheless, hugely, overpoweringly, and marvelously male. Jack and a few other people like him have, by their open acceptance, helped me grow, to make some transitions and widen some horizons, and I'm more grateful to them than I can say.