A Dirty Dog Doggin’ Around Ch. 10

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One of the innovations for physical training in the military was incorporating high impact aerobics into the otherwise boring routine. When I was working as a Training Officer for a basic training company, I got the opportunity to take an advanced course in planning and teaching a new regimen of physical training. This was a 30-day course and involved not only a lot of classroom work, but also included a sprinkling of nutrition, anatomy, and overall wellness. A lot of intense physical workout was included as well. This course was designed for trainers and supervisors to plan and conduct a well rounded program of physical conditioning that helped prevent injuries while taking the most number of people to their highest level of physical fitness.

During this course we had a civilian female aerobics instructor come in and teach basic high and low impact workouts, and how to incorporate aerobic sessions into a good program. She was extremely fit, 6-pack abs, well muscled legs and calves, and a pair of high riding tits just shy of a C-cup. She was about 5’6″ tall and had auburn hair cut in a shaggy short style that let her flip some fingers through it so you never knew she had just finished a hard workout. She wore skin tight leotards for all the sessions, and just looked positively delicious.

Most of the time she barely worked up a sweat with the class, but occasionally we pushed her pretty hard. I loved being in the front row when she did our aerobics sessions. Her leotards would get semi-transparent with sweat. That was one workout I enjoyed, plus, when we did stretches, she was so limber I had to fight getting hard as I watched her.

I eventually asked her name, and where she lived. She had originally moved to this desolate place with her ex, who was also military, but they broke up, and she stayed around since she could make pretty good money as an instructor. She told me her name was Janet, and she lived off the post near the area where Mandi and I had moved from. She also recorded her own music onto cassettes for the classes, and I noticed she didn’t have a wide variety of music. During some of the sessions, she would swap tapes several times.

Mandi had gotten into a couple of exercise shows on ESPN every day so she could lose some weight. She taped them daily and when I came home from work we would do the same session from the morning so both of us were getting two-a-day workout sessions. Mandi’s taped classes didn’t come close to getting me up to my target heart rate, but I went along for support and it more than offset my beer consumption.

After I moved to the brigade level headquarters operations section, I began working out with the staff. I helped with the planning and sometimes led the sessions. We were able to get Janet once every other week for a high impact aerobics session in one of the gymnasiums on the post. After the sessions, I would chat with her for a few minutes and ask about some of the exercises, suggesting some particular ones for the staff, since the headquarters staff as a group were, on average, older than most of the other groups she taught. I also asked about her music, which tended to be a bit repetitive.

After one particularly good session, where a group of us in the front row actually made her work hard to keep up with us, I asked if she wanted to record some music for special sessions to do with the headquarters staff. I especially wanted to incorporate at least one low impact strength session quarterly. I told her about Mandi’s workouts and asked if she would like to come over for some drinks, a meal and a recording session.

I had amassed a huge collection of CDs with a lot of good music for aerobics, and she had a large collection herself that she was yet to record for exercise sessions. We decided to try out recording some 110 minute cassette tapes, since her sessions generally lasted about 50-55 minutes. She was delighted with the invitation and told me she looked forward to meeting Mandi.

Janet showed up at our house on the post right on time on Saturday at high noon. I looked out and she waved me out to help carry in her collection of CDs. I had gotten out my 10 channel mixer and quickly hooked up Janet’s CD player to it. This would let us mix CDs from multiple sources, along with albums and include some sampling. Janet and Mandi seemed to hit it off immediately, and when they went back outside to Janet’s car, I heard some tittering and looked out.

They were looking into a cardboard box in Janet’s trunk. Just then, Mandi looked up and waved a wine bottle at me. Apparently Janet loved wine too, and she and Mandi were deciding what wine they wanted to drink from her stash while I did all the work of recording a mix for aerobics. Janet was wearing tight blue jeans and a white cotton blouse with a deep V cut, showing off some tempting cleavage framed by delicate lace, and some kicky little strappy high heels. She looked good enough to eat, and I hoped that would eventually be the case.

Mandi had fixed some munchie foods, and we sat down to work. Janet had, per our prior agreement, worked bahis firmaları up four routines; two each of high impact and low impact. We worked out the time lines and set out to select the music.

I had tapes ready on the cassette, and Mandi helped arrange the CDs I would use for the mix in two stacks. She would load one, I would load the other. Mandi and Janet drank wine, and I sipped a beer, and we munched on cheese and lunch meats. The dogs stayed at our feet, begging scraps, and Janet, being a dog lover, didn’t disappoint. Both the dogs took to her immediately as well, and I found myself the odd man out of a love fest in the making.

Janet and Mandi seemed to constantly bump into each other, or brush together, and at first I hadn’t paid much attention but soon it was obvious. In between tracks, I wondered if Janet was checking Mandi out and maybe try to hit on her. I wondered if my efforts as a horndog were about to be throttled.

Mandi had been close to other women before, and we had gotten naked with a lot of other people. She had helped me give massages before, and she never seemed to shy away from physical contact with other females, but on the other hand, she never showed a proclivity toward being any more than comfortable with another woman. On just a couple of occasions had I seen her kiss another woman, and that was pretty much in play.

This seemed different, though. Janet complemented Mandi on how nice she looked, and told me I was so lucky to have married such a beautiful woman. Mandi blushed but positively beamed. I thought she was going to cream her shorts. I decided to concentrate on my work and let things fall where they might.

We completed the first session in about 2 hours, and set up for the second. We took a short break. Janet went to retrieve a bottle of wine from her car but Mandi stopped her and told her to look in the closet in the kitchen. We had a rack of 24 bottles freshly stocked and Janet squealed with delight.

Mandi went over, and before I knew it, the two of them were tightly hip to hip pulling wine bottles from the rack and exchanging the virtues of each. Mandi grabbed a corkscrew and opened one of the bottles they selected, and poured each a glass. Janet moved to where she was very close to Mandi and lifted her glass. She smiled at Mandi and said, “It is so nice to meet some lovely, intelligent people among all the rednecks around here.” Mandi was smiling back with a look akin to lust on her face, loving every minute of it. After a sip of wine, we headed back to work.

The next session went a bit slower when Janet discovered a mistake in the time line of exercises and we had to re-record about 20 minutes. The session became grueling in the last half hour, and by the time we wrapped it up we were all tired and ready to stop for the time being.

Janet had slowed the flirting with Mandi, especially when we hit the final stretch and we were mixing several samples together for the final exercise, and then had to transition into the cool down phase music.

When we finally put it to bed, Janet slumped back in her chair and let out a long, “Whew!”

“Really!” I agreed, and Mandi just sighed.

We got a refill and I suggested we go out back for a rest in the shade.

Mandi piped up and said, “Why don’t we take the dogs up to their walking area, and relax in the woods there?”

Janet liked the idea, and I didn’t care, so we loaded the dogs into the car. Janet said something to Mandi, and Mandi just smiled and shook her head yes, and Janet went out to her car and got a small bag and dumped it in the back with the dogs. We had a mid sized station wagon to make carrying the dogs easier, and the three of us squeezed into the front of the car. Mandi had put something in the bag too, but I didn’t notice what it was.

We arrived at the wooded area where we walked the dogs in a matter of a few minutes’ drive. I let the dogs out, and they began sniffing around, waiting for us to take a walk with them. I went to the front of the car and got a fresh beer out of the little tote cooler. I whistled one of the dogs back from the direction he was headed, and started around the car.

I noticed that Mandi and Janet were busy doing something. As I walked around the car, they were in the middle of changing clothes. Janet had stripped to a small lace bra and bikini panties, and was digging in the bag. Mandi was wearing her walking shoes and nothing else.

She retrieved a small tank top and pulled it over her head, smiling at me and said, “Well, don’t just stand there and stare.”

I chuckled and replied, “No problem. Mind if I simply leer a bit.”

She laughed as Janet, without a bit of hesitation, peeled out of her bra and panties too. She slipped on a small tank top and grabbed a pair of minuscule shorts, which after she pulled them over her ass showed off a nice crescent of butt cheek. I got a glance at Janet’s pussy for just a second, and noticed she was shaved completely clean. God knows I love a clean shaved pussy!

I quickly finished my beer and grabbed kaçak iddaa a refill, and we took off, letting the dogs to their thing out ahead of us. Mandi and Janet had travel mugs full of wine, and sipped occasionally. Mandi began telling me a brief story.

“You didn’t know I had already met Janet, did you?”

I gulped and wondered where this would lead.

“She stopped by where I work one day after she had done an aerobics session and I was filling in on the early shift.”

I wracked my brains trying to remember when she had to do an early shift.

“I asked her why she was wearing leotards and stuff, and we got to chatting. She has stopped by occasionally since, and when you mentioned about doing a recording session with an aerobics instructor, I wondered if Janet was the person. Knowing you, I figured she was.”

I really wondered about that remark but let her continue.

“When she stopped by the other day, I asked her and since she didn’t know my last name, wouldn’t have put the two of us together until then. But when she told me where she was going on Saturday, I told her she was coming to my house. We laughed about the coincidence, and decided not to say anything to you to see how you would handle it.”

Now it was my turn to be surprised.

“So have you been having fun at my expense?” I asked.

“Of course,” she laughed, and Janet joined in the chuckle.

Janet said, “The change of clothes was for your benefit, just to see you drop your chin on the ground. Plus, Mandi didn’t know I secretly wanted to see her naked anyway!”

We all laughed at this, but I noticed Mandi seemed to perk up at this statement. We kept walking, making small talk and Mandi made sure we kept the conversation away from work or aerobics, and we told Janet about some of our adventures in Europe. Janet laughed about Mandi’s first visit to a nude beach on the coast of Spain, only to run smack into another couple from our unit in Germany that we were in the same bowling league with. We laughed about Mandi not knowing what to say when they came over and sat down with us, all totally nude.

We finished our walk and headed home, enjoying the cooling air.

Mandi asked me if I would make something on the grill, and when I asked Janet if she could handle a steak, she surprised me by saying, “Large, and bloody rare!”

I got busy making dinner and Mandi and Janet sat outside under the tree in the back yard chatting like old friends, chairs side by side, arms almost touching. They tittered and laughed like a couple of school girls and there was plenty of casual touching. I stayed out of the conversation, watching them carefully as I cooked the steaks.

I wondered how I would steer this into something sexual, and began scheming on some alternatives. Many of the schemes went to the wayside, since Janet and Mandi had already met and knew each other, at least casually. I set a nice table, lit some candles, put a fresh bottle of wine in a bucket, and called the girls in for dinner. They both looked positively delightful, little tank tops with perky breasts poking through, tiny shorts with no underwear. They were a pervert’s delight.

Janet ate like she hadn’t had a meal in a while, appearing positively ravenous. Mandi was hungry as well, but couldn’t keep up with Janet. After we finished, I began clearing the table, and as I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I smelled a familiar smell. I stuck my head in the living room only to see Mandi and Janet smoking a joint.

This caught me off guard, since I was subject to random tests and had stopped smoking dope some time ago. But Mandi had nothing to worry about, and I let them have at it. It must have been really good stuff, because they appeared totally wrecked by the time they finished. Mandi and Janet were sitting on the love seat, almost cuddled up and sipping wine. Mandi had leaned back in the corner and looked almost asleep.

I decided to get started on the 3rd recording session, and donned my headphones and got to work. Since I was recording for a low impact session, it was easier to set up the transitions and I bounced between songs that kept the same steady beat. Janet had turned toward Mandi and stroked her face as I watched in fascination.

But before I could say anything, I had to take a piss, and after setting the next song up, headed for the toilet. When I came back into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. Janet was kissing Mandi in a long, slow, tongue swapping kiss, and Mandi was responding in kind. I watched as Janet ran her hand under Mandi’s tank top and caressed a breast. Mandi’s nipples were rock hard.

I went back to my chair and watched for a minute or so when Janet turned to me and said, “If you’re cool with this, you can join in a little while.”

I just gulped and stammered an acknowledgment. I went back to recording, almost missing the last cue, and watched as Janet removed Mandi’s tank top and started nibbling at her breasts. Mandi had leaned way back, and moaned while holding on to the back of Janet’s head. kaçak bahis Janet left Mandi’s breasts, leaned back, and took off her top. She was definitely aroused as well, and just when I thought she would return to Mandi’s breasts, she raised up slightly and gently pushed a beautiful tit onto Mandi’s lips.

I never thought I would see this but Mandi responded by sucking most of a breast into her mouth, reaching up behind Janet’s back to pull her closer. Janet pushed her breasts together and alternated them in Mandi’s mouth. After a few minutes of this, Janet retuned to Mandi’s breasts and began gently and slowing caressing and kissing each. After a few more minutes she slipped a hand slowly down the front of Mandi’s shorts, and I could see the lump of her hand finally reach Mandi’s pussy.

Mandi stiffened slightly and began to moan in earnest, slumping down and straightening her body out to give Janet a better line on her clit. Mandi had a very sensitive clit, and it took a while for her to get warmed up before she would let me manually manipulate it, and she especially liked having her breasts sucked at the same time. I didn’t know if Janet was lucky or instinctive but she had Mandi on the verge of an orgasm.

I was rock hard by now, but stayed with the recording, since I was close to completing it. I put the headphones back on and continued to watch as Mandi finally shuddered through an orgasm, rocking through several spasms until she finally almost violently lurched away from Janet’s fingers. Janet pulled her over to cuddle against her and let her snuggle her head between those beautiful tits. Janet just smiled at me and let Mandi fall into a light sleep.

When I took off my headphones, she asked me quietly, “Are you almost finished?”

I nodded yes, wondering what this fine babe had in mind, but went back to the last few minutes of the recording. When I finished, I put on some easy music, flipped on the speakers, and turned the volume down low.

Janet eased from under Mandi, stood up and motioned me over. I walked over to the couch, and she pushed me down on the couch, pulling me out to the edge and then pushed my shoulders back to the back of the couch. I grabbed my shorts and quickly slipped out of them as Janet waited. I was laying in an almost straight line with a raging hard-on bobbing in the air. Janet slipped off her shorts, and I hoped she would hop on to my needy cock, when she turned and moved to Mandi.

She gently moved Mandi around and grabbed her shorts and easily slid them off, leaving her naked. Then, after a brief kiss, helped Mandi to her feet and moved her over to me. She turned Mandi’s back to me and eased her down and pushed her to where she was laying back against me. Janet began caressing Mandi’s breasts again, and started pulling her slowly toward my waiting cock. I couldn’t see much past Mandi’s shoulders, when I suddenly felt my cock engulfed by a hot warm mouth. Janet slobbered around on my cock and got it slippery, and then pulled Mandi closer. I figured I would slip into Mandi’s pussy, but Janet maneuvered Mandi’s hips until I felt penetration starting, but it wasn’t in Mandi’s pussy. I was slowly working my cock into Mandi’s tight ass!

Mandi moaned in pain, and moved back up, but Janet began kissing on her breasts and slowly pulled her back onto my cock. She moaned again, but let the pressure stay. Janet lifted Mandi’s legs into the air, and slowly began kissing down her body toward her pussy, at the same time, pulling her down my body, causing my cock to slip ever deeper into Mandi’s ass. Mandi moaned half in pain and half in passion, until Janet finally found her clit with her lips, and she began to squirm around on me. This caused me to penetrate her ass further until she had the entire length buried in her ass.

I reached around and mauled her breasts while Janet ate her pussy. I let go of the breasts and grabbed her ass cheeks, slowly lifting and dropping her back onto my cock. Mandi kept writhing around as Janet did a number on her clit, and things were going great until I felt something against my cock. Janet had inserted a finger into Mandi’s pussy and was moving it around.

I stopped moving, and felt a second finger inserted. Mandi was still writhing around on my cock, unable to move any further. She was literally and figuratively bound without ropes, unable to move around very much. I could see the top of Janet’s head moving around, when Mandi reached out with both hands and grabbed Janet’s head and ground it into her pussy. She was really rolling around on my cock, almost painfully, but I enjoyed the feeling of something I didn’t get to do very often, go balls deep in Mandi’s ass. Her pussy was dripping so much juice and saliva it dripped onto my balls and ran down my legs.

I felt some different spasms in Mandi’s ass as she neared another orgasm, and Janet pushed 3 fingers into her pussy, rocking them in and out in a slow, steady motion. Mandi slowly built toward an explosive orgasm, and when it finally hit, her asshole gripped my cock like a fist, and I could feel Janet’s fingers probing deep into Mandi’s pussy. Mandi convulsed and jumped, but kept the death grip on the back of Janet’s head, until finally, with one last, violent jerk, pushed Janet’s head away, crying, “No more…please.”

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