"All men are dogs." This is a direct quote from a great, if unknown American - my father. Born the youngest of five children and the only boy I heard this warning uttered from my father's lips no less than one hundred and forty-two thousand times. Of course he wasn't talking to me, but to my four older sisters, who tortured the man relentlessly with an unending stream of unacceptable male suitors. My dad was convinced each had nothing else on their perverted minds beyond getting into his little girls' pants. I guess his rationale had been that if he warned them of the true nature of all male flesh, his daughters would be prepared to repel the evil pant invaders and remain chaste as he knew they desired to be. The only flaw in my beloved father's plan was my sisters had no such desire.
As it was in gender relations during my younger days, my wise and all-knowing father had very different advice for his one and only son. This advice was much along the same lines as with my sisters. If men truly were born dogs as my dad believed, then it stood to reason, I as a male, should not fight those tendencies. I was encouraged to embrace my inner dog and nail every pretty girl possible. He would regularly ask me when I returned from a date, "So did you get lucky, son?"
To my father's chagrin I never developed into the Don Juan he hoped to live vicariously through. During my junior year of high school I met Candace Matthews, who became from the moment I laid eyes on her, the love of my life. He never said it, but I think he thought I was wasting my status as star athlete of Perryville High on one girl. I'm sure I could have made it with lots of other girls, but I wanted no one else. My dad could be proud of one thing. After every date with Candace, I could say with a smile on my face that I had gotten very lucky.
Nevertheless, luck like many things in life is a fickle companion. I might have been better served to have gotten condoms rather than lucky or at the very least before. At the tender age of eighteen I got Candace pregnant. This might be the proof my father's creed was as unassailable as he believed it to be, if I hadn't married her shortly after our twin sons were born. And so it appeared the great wisdom of my father was in jeopardy. I unlike the countless thousands of other men who preceded me was proving not to be a dog. Although, I loved my father deeply, I took immense satisfaction in traversing the untrod soil of male decency.
Twenty-one years passed and not once in all that time did I scheme, contemplate or fantasize about being unfaithful to Candace. To me she was the most beautiful sensuous woman I had ever known or would know. Not that I never noticed other attractive woman. On the contrary, I have always had an enormous fondness for the fairer sex. In general, I'm an ass man, but not opposed to checking out a nice set of tits when they walk by. It was more that I did not lust after them. I appreciated their beauty, but I already had the only woman I'd ever wanted.
Candy (everyone calls her that not just me) is as beautiful today, if not more so, than the first moment I laid eyes on her. Even after three pregnancies, her body is as sexy and desirous as when she was eighteen. She has a phenomenal ass and long sleek legs beautifully toned by twenty-plus years of running. Her breasts are slightly small for her height (5'10"), but she still looks magnificent in a bikini. I love gazing into her deep soulful green eyes, while I run my fingers through her long curly chestnut brown hair. Beyond her undeniable physical beauty is a kind and giving heart. Candy is at once attentive mother to our children, savvy business woman, fabulously fun adventurous lover and best friend. I know I am a truly lucky man and the envy of all my friends. Unfortunately the story is just beginning.
Norse Goddess Made Flesh
Our youngest son, Daniel had left early for Auburn. A gifted lacrosse player, he like his other siblings had received a full scholarship. He planned to spend the summer training with the rest of his team in Alabama. A tremendous moment in his life to be sure, but one Candy was dreading. The twins, Alex and Amos were attending school on the East Coast and had decided to spend the summer before their senior year with friends in a house they all rented on Cape Cod. Dana, our nineteen year old daughter was playing soccer at the University of Tennessee. Her summer plans like her siblings did not include much time home in California. The kids were gone leaving my wife in desperate need of someone to need her. She decided taking in a foreign student while they attended college locally would fill the void left by our departed offspring. Candy ran it by me, hoping I wouldn't mind. Honestly, I hadn't really paid much attention to the conversation and consented with out catching many of the details. I had a vague notion some foreign guy was going to be living with us, but that was about it.
August 15, 2003, the day I began my descent into dogdom. It started ordinarily enough. Candy and I woke at five for our daily run along the beach. Breakfast at our usual spot followed before we headed over to the gym we owned and managed together. Candy left around noon for the airport to pick up our foreign visitor. As I pulled into the drive of our beach front home I was blissfully unaware my father's creed would soon be validated once again.
"Sweetie, this is Anaya," Candy said introducing me to our guest, "She's from Norway."
I started to say, "hello," but it got stuck somewhere between by mouth and my dick. Before me stood an intoxicating creature with large doe-like blue eyes and luxurious platinum blonde locks that cascaded over slender shoulders. Her beautiful face radiated with a youthful innocence reminding me of a nymph or faerie. A long delicate neck followed into a flawless body. Anaya's breasts were plump and perfectly proportioned to her 5'6" slender frame. She possessed the flat tummy only found on pert nineteen year old Norse goddesses. A beautifully tapered waist bubbled over luscious hips and down into athletic but very famine legs. Anaya was wearing a form fitting sleeveless top which ended just above her navel and a pair of denim shorts that showed a hint of her ass cheeks.
"Uhh...Uhhh...hi," I stammered.
Anaya smiled embarrassedly. My dumb struck stare and protuberant eyes ogling her would have been enough to terrify anyone. You can imagine the first impression she was getting from the family she'd be living with for the next few years. She must have thought I was a real pervert. The only saving grace was my cock stayed relatively inactive. All that would have been needed to send the poor girl screaming from the house would be my woody tenting my shorts.
"Keep your tongue in your mouth," Candy chided me jokingly, "Don't mind my husband he's basically harmless. Besides I have him on a short leash."
"That's okay," Anaya laughed nervously getting slightly pink in the face.
If I wasn't imaging, I could have sworn she winked at me as she said it. Candy made some crack about not encouraging me and escorted Anaya to the room where she would be sleeping. She walked away from me, her tight little ass peeking out from under her shorts. All I could think of was how desperately I wanted to see her naked. Even better I wanted to see her naked with my cock shoved in her sweet juicy pussy. She looking up at me with those mesmerizing innocent eyes. My mind was imaging her cute little Norwegian accented voice begging me to fuck her.
The next several days were as brutal as any of my life. Anaya pranced around the house in an assortment of skimpy bathing suits, short shorts and panties. The girl had not one shred of modesty. As troubling was the lack of concern my wife showed. My daughter Dana dressed very much the same when she lived hear, but she was ours. I wasn't about to say anything. I was enjoying the view too much. I was horny all the time. Candy and I were fucking several times a day. More than once she'd teased that she loved the affect Anaya's arrival was having on our sex life.
One particular morning, I was making coffee in the kitchen after Candy and I had returned from our run. My wife was in the shower. Anaya came stumbling into the kitchen drawn by the perking aroma. She was yawning, stretching her arms back behind her head. Her noticeably erect nipples pushed hard against the flimsy fabric of the tiny Tee she wore. The shirt came only a short way down from her breast only making it about half-way to her navel. Tight blue boy pants were pulled snuggly to her pussy parting the lips in a barely noticeable camel tongue. My cock leapt to life. It would have been quite the embarrassing situation if I wasn't wearing compression shorts under my running ones. I fought ferociously against the raging need to grab her, fling her on the table and fuck her gorgeous brains out. These feelings were so foreign to me. I had the same urge a thousand times, but always for Candy. I'd never had to repress them before and never wanted to less.
"Good morning, Mr. Parker," she beamed, "That smells so good I couldn't sleep."
Her Norwegian accent was strong, but her English excellent. Our eyes met. I wondered if she could read how passionately I wanted her. She seemed oblivious to my wicked intentions and strode gracefully across the room to get a mug from the cupboard. My eyes were fixed on her luscious ass. A substantial portion of both cheeks were exposed.
I slid up behind her as she reached for a cup. My hands wrapped around cupping her plump breasts. She was waiting for me. A low needy moan escaped from her lips as she pressed her tender ass into my erection. I wasted no time pulling her top off and inhaling her left nipple. My hands quickly descended to sweep her panties down to her ankles. Fingers groped over her soft sweetly scented flesh. Her body was responding eagerly to my every touch. I played lovingly with the neatly trimmed almost invisible blonde wisps of her pubic hair. I was on the verge of removing my own shorts, when she beat me to it. Anaya grasped my pulsing cock and guided it right to the gates of paradise. She was so wet and ready for me. I paused to drink in the delightful sensation of her nubile pink juicy lips caressing gently against my bulbous cock head. I lifted Anaya and set her perfect buttock on the counter. She leaned back slightly lifting her knees and parting her legs welcoming me into her.
"Where do you buy this?" Anaya asked, "It's the best coffee ever."
I was shaking a bit. Pulled abruptly from my fantasy I was momentarily unable to process what she had asked. Candy entered wrapped in a white cotton towel that barely covered her privates. She glanced down at mine and smiled knowingly. I felt a flush of embarrassment and wondered if it showed on my face.
"There's a little bagel and coffee shop Candy and I have breakfast at. They sell it by the pound," I replied finally comprehending the words she had spoken.
"You and Boris enjoying the view," my wife tweaked as she past me.
