Time to feed the beasts

“When is supper for us?” Doe asked as his stomach growled enough to catch ear flicks from both of the beasts.

John turned and smiled at him, that same tease on the corner of her lips and in her eyes. “And what exactly,” she put a hand on his chest and looked at her fingers tracing his clavicle and down his sternum, “would you like to eat?” her gaze met his just as her fingers reached his waistband. Then her low tone shifted back into high speed. “Too slow, lad. I already have dinner in the oven back inside. It will be ready by the time we are done here.” She trucked off towards the small barn shed with two stables attached.

Doe finally caught sight of the hidden felines tromping thru the hay together. After tending to the horses, they made the slow march back to the house. The pups were hanging their heads off the deck under the rails waiting for their new playmate’s arrival back to their side of the yard.

It was John’s turn to smile and shake her head and she watched her lover hit the grass in a literal dog pile. “Now that’s making use of the term,” she thought before speaking up over the panting and giggling man-child moment – “I’ll let you know when dinner is finished. Just… keep playing. Haha.”

John found herself in the house alone as she prepared their plates. It had been a last minute decision last night to throw the lasagna together and she now pulled it out of the oven as the sauce bubbled around the edges of pasta. She served it on their plates with the knotted garlic bread and cheese from the market. Then selected a rose blush wine, Beringer’s White Zinfandel, a local. She carted the plates and glasses to the table outside and retrieved the bottle on the second trip. Still the dogs and man were tussling about on the yard without a notice to her.

She whistled sharply to at least get the dogs’ attention. The only thing that caught the man’s was the dogs dispersing the play grounds. “Hey. I thought you were hungry. Either get up here or go eat some Kibble with them. They’d love the company, I’m sure.”

Doe climbed up the wide steps and took his seat. John tilted her glass to him, “Welcome to Cali, lad.”

After a few bites he took pause from viewing the sunset to ask, “Who took care of everything here while you were with me?”

Her answer came nonchalantly. “Mitch. He needed an excuse to wear his ass-less leather chaps. Something about horse hair butt plugs. I don’t know. You know how he is… I was going to ask you… He wanted to come by tonight and see you but I pushed him off to tomorrow. Wanted to make sure you did not mind… And to hog you to myself of course.”

Doe could have sworn he saw the slightest flush in her cheeks before she had taken a bite of food. “I’d like to meet Mitch as long as he wears something under the chaps, does not try to stick a plug up my butt, and it has nothing to do with Bo. In fact, Mitch better not even look at my ass.”

“Mitch is just wanting to meet you after all of this time. He’s still a good fellow, even if his best mate is a douche,” she replied with a hint of bitterness to her tones. “I think Mitch wants to make sure you are really you, and then have a pissing contest to see who gets to fuck me at the end of the eve.”

“He can’t touch my dick either!” Doe added. “You two… eh. Never-mind,” he faded into another bite of food. He was soon to run out of forkfuls to distract his hanging thoughts.

“Doe, do you seriously think I would let that dirty man whore dick anywhere near my disease free pussy? If it helped I would wear three pairs of panties under my jeans just before hugging him sometimes.” She shook her head and took a sip of wine. John had seen his face relax slightly. That was good enough for her. She took a deep breath catching the mixed scent of the cedar wood and wine. Mixed with the sun now long past the quarry bluff’s face behind the property, she found herself caught in a sensual moment of pure ecstasy. She stole a glance towards Doe to make sure he still seemed real. Sure enough he was sitting there rubbing the head of Echo absentmindedly. “Doe….” She spoke his name softly, questioning.