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My husband, John, is a very busy man and often leaves for weeks at a time for work-related projects.
During these trips, I find myself missing him and our sexual chemistry, and I'm forced to get creative with toys and videos to satisfy myself.
However, this time around, John has been gone for a little longer than usual.
It's been nearly a month since he's been back, and I'm starting to get desperate for some attention.
I've tried everything I could think of to ease my loneliness, but nothing seems to be working.
It's Friday night, and I'm laying in bed, trying to decide whether or not to watch another porn video, when I hear a faint scratching sound coming from the other side of the bedroom door.
I get up and open the door to see my husband's dog, Max, sitting there with his paw raised, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
"What is it, boy?" I ask, bending down to pet his head.
He wags his tail and jumps up, placing his front paws on my knees, trying to lick my face. "You want to come in, huh?"
Max is a purebred Labrador retriever, and he's been with us since we got married. He's always been a playful, energetic dog, and he's never been shy about showing his affection.
But tonight, there's something different about the way he's acting. He seems almost eager, and there's a look in his eyes that makes me wonder if he's just as horny as I am.
I decide to let him into the room, and he immediately hops onto the bed, making himself comfortable.
"Max!" I laugh. "What are you doing, you silly boy?"
He wags his tail and sniffs the bedsheets, and it dawns on me that he's probably smelling my scent.
The thought makes me feel even more aroused, and I sit on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through his soft fur.
Max nuzzles my hand and licks my fingers, and I start to feel my body respond to his touch.