Voyeur zoo We were having coffee at my ex Patricia's house with our neighbors, longtime friends, for an opportunity to i

Voyeur zoo We were having coffee at my ex Patricia's house with our neighbors, longtime friends, for an opportunity to improve the relationship between the two of us and regain some cordiality. We had no confrontations or lawyers. I wanted to normalize. While we were in the garden seating area, Toby approached my ex a couple of times and put his nose between her legs and she immediately pushed him away without looking at him, just checking to see if we had noticed. Not the neighbors, because they were engaged in a discussion among themselves about what we were talking about, but I did notice how our dog was doing something usual. My great interest in zoophilia lately gave me an instinctive knowledge of how dogs act, especially my former dog, Toby, whom I had raised. That left me waiting in case it happened again, which I bet with myself that it would. And I was not disappointed. Almost a quarter of an hour later Toby insisted again, this time while she had gotten up to serve us almost frozen sangria. Having a drink in one hand and the jug in the other, the dog got behind her and gave her a lick all over her perineum, only barely covered by the string of her thong, I almost appreciated how it left the area drooled and shiny. He was still able to give her the second lick before she suddenly turned around and growled at him, to which, without permission, the dog left again, head down. Everything happened as normal without any of us commenting anything, we all had dogs but I guessed something. While I was returning home I was wondering if there had been an intimate relationship between our dog Toby and my ex-wife. She was alone and didn't know a companion or outings with friends to flirt with. His nature must have asked for something more than occasional fingers, to reduce tension. And I decided: I would go and look without being seen. Our farm, hers now, had a garden. In the background half a dozen trees, then the pool and the house, with the main entrance on the urbanization street. Total about 2000 m2 of plot. I arrived through the metal mesh door that closed behind the trees, to which I kept a key for any contingency. I passed the trees and, leaning against the fence, I passed the pool. With the bushes and plants my ex couldn't see me. It was summer and everything was half open. I strained my ears to locate where he might be. It was five o'clock and I took a nap in the living room watching TV. I thought that if Toby smelled me he wouldn't be surprised because he has lived with me for almost two years and dogs remember smells, especially those that give them food. I approached slowly and looked out the living room window: bingo! She and Toby were on the couch, she was lying down and the dog was licking her mouth. They must have been there for a while since Patricia's face was a mask of drool that, when he left it free, he tried to collect and slurp up with his tongue. I spent a quarter of an hour watching while I got horny. She stood up and looking at him spoke to him as a companion. -Come on honey, you almost have me fed. Let's go to our bedroom to continue as usual. I stood rigid thinking that my luck had run out but I immediately reacted, it seemed silly if it was my former house, the one I had designed. It seemed that this “as always” meant something. I cautiously retreated and climbed through the grating of the other window that led to my, our, well, only hers now balcony. The blind was almost completely open and I adjusted it a little so I could move if the actors changed positions. He had just gotten everything ready when the two entered the bedroom. Before I took a look and I was surprised to see no clothes on the bed but only a transparent but nylon gauze, very thin and that must have been waterproof. She took off her bikini and thong, leaving her completely naked, she was still very hot at 41 years old. Patricia lay back on the bed, leaving her feet on the floor and spread her legs. Toby was waiting, probably waiting for her last poses to begin and so it was. Lowering her hands, Patricia separated her labia majora from her vulva as far as possible, which I noticed, being barely five feet away, had become larger. Immediately the lover, I think was the right word, placed his half-open mouth on the entire surface of my ex's pussy and then took out his colossal tongue and stuck it in as far as he could reach, which was a lot. She looked at him thanks to having placed a pillow behind his head and encouraged him. -Come on my love, eat your owner's pussy... like this... like this... She raised her legs as much as she could and stood so that the dog now had her anus as well as her pussy, to which he lavished incredible intense and slow licks. I didn't know how my ex-dog acted strangely; he must have been trained to slow down his already dizzying movements. -That's... uhmmm... what a good tongue you have... eat my ass! He reminded me when he asked me. And Toby scrubbed and rubbed his tongue all over the perineum, making it shine. He sometimes stopped, forcing both the vulva and the sphincter to be able to get his oral appendage in as far as they both liked. She had a silly smile and her eyes were blank, it seemed to me that she was dripping with drool. -Uhau! … how I like it… you deserve… a… award… And suddenly an ahhhhh and the complete orgasm. The male slurped up all the mucus that came out of Patricia's pussy and I realized that the first act was over. I won't tell you about the living room, it was a simple “overture” compared to what was coming. Patricia wrapped her legs around the dog's body and pushed it towards her, while grabbing its front paws and bringing them closer to her shoulders. Toby only had to jump with his strong hind legs and suddenly he was on all fours on top of her, with the calculated coincidence of having the lining, with the budding red cock poking out, over his very head. She ran one hand all over his belly caressing his warm hairless flesh and with the other she cupped the furry lining and carefully forced it back. It didn't cost him anything when a pale red piece came out of that semi-rigid case, dripping, full of veins and getting thicker, until his hand was between the protruding cock and the small final lump that, when it grew, would be the buttoning bulb. When he had it all out, the dripping tip was on my ex's lips who immediately opened his mouth and sticking out his tongue he began to lick it like a candy lollipop, noisily slurping those transparent juices that emanated from the dog's shame. Toby was super happy because he didn't move one bit. After a long while in which I was getting nervous because everything seemed very slow to me, I saw that she was forcing it, with the arm that did not have the cock and while she was sucking it all inside her mouth, and even passing it down her throat, so that the dog moved his legs little by little and found his female's freshly milked pussy. They resumed sucking their sexes in a tremendous 69, now so intensely on her part that it seemed like she wanted the dog to cum in her mouth, something I thought was impossible because it was disgusting. I waited anxiously for what would follow in the program but neither of them moved until she, convulsing in an orgasmic way, moaned and moved her entire body but not her head position, since her mouth was filled with his cock up to the enormous balls that he was expending and that he was emptying them precisely at that moment, directly into her stomach, hence the guttural moans and her convulsions as she swallowed the copious jets of semen. That ended in a double blowjob and the female eating the male's semen, if we were making a program of a play, which is what it seemed to me, although as the only spectator. Toby lay down on the bed to recover and she put her arm around his neck, brought her mouth close to him and opened it. I saw perfectly that it was full of white semen, from the dog, of course, and he put his tongue in her mouth, to share or clean it, I suppose, all the cocktail that filled it. They stayed like that for another quarter of an hour and I was excited as a Voyeur of my ex-wife and her lover. The third act was about to begin. The male was already sniffing her crotch again and she caressed him -I'm coming, I see that you don't want to leave it for later... well, honey, I'll get started, I also want you to fuck me like you know how and I like it so much... ahhh... yes... I'm your female! He knelt on the floor, resting his body on the bed. He immediately climbed on top of her and barely touched her with his two paws although he applied enough pressure to stay upright. She opened her legs, lowering her hips very slightly, she must have known the height, width and depth measurements to the millimeter so that he could face his red tip with her pussy without problems. Perfect. It didn't cost him more than a kick of the kidneys and Toby's considerable cock, bigger than mine even though I regret it, entered halfway into Patricia's vagina. She backed away from shock, not pain, I didn't see any exclamation about harm or fairness, so I realized that my ex's pussy was already calibrated to the size of her male's cock. And they started fucking. That was tremendous for me. Not even in my best fantasies as a zoophilia sympathizer had I imagined seeing a fuck like the one I was seeing. My dog was fucking my wife, I wanted to think to make it more exciting, and I was cuckold, watching it and enjoying it. My cock couldn't take it anymore when they had already been penetrating her for half an hour without stopping, with dramatic moans and oohs for the enjoyment and taste that she knew she was developing inside her since in our twenty years of marriage she explained it to me: "you don't know how I came today, a current like electricity has made me tremble and my belly has squeezed inside myself." Their orgasms were almost wild. Patricia did not remain silent -That... like that... fuck me all... yes... give it all to me! …damn that's good I destroyed it and stained the entire balcony. I didn't care if he found out. I looked inside again and saw how she was buttoned up and enjoying the injection of semen that her male gave her and I left. I didn't want them to come out to breathe after that zoo bacchanal and see me there as a penniless wanker. Because of the greater contact we had, after several approaches between friends and because of the trust we had, without hard feelings due to the reasons of both of us in the divorce, I had the balls to tell her that I knew she was having sex with Toby. She was stunned but as always without being greatly affected. -YEAH? Well, it is what it is, take it or leave it. -Okay, I don't care at all, in fact, I would like to see you... Since then I have been a voyeur but with permission, so I watch from the armchair in the living room or bedroom as my dog Toby fucks my wife Patricia and that turns me on a lot.