My Dog Joe

I got widowed 6 years ago and my husband died in a skiing accident(hit a tree) and so left alone with no children and 47 at the time. I live on an acre just outside of a small town. Nothing much happens around here. Not much chance of finding another man either, not that I was interested. Anyway I got a large dog (Joe) for company and exercise as I walked him into town and down by the river. I'm fairly well off and don't need to work and I started getting horny as a reaction to menopause I think or just feeling lonely. I've poultry to gets eggs and something to do, anyway one of my chickens got caught in a corner behind an old style roller(metal drum filled with concrete and wit a handle to compress pathways back in the day). It was too heavy for me to move and I was down on all fours trying to get the chicken when Joe tried to mount me. I told him to stop and go away and he did I went back to get the chicken. I got the chicken out and just before I started to get up Joe tried again. Again I said stop and he done as told I put the chicken back with the rest and put old bricks and stone to block off the back of the roller. Later I was sitting and started feeling horny and my mind thought of Joe trying to mount me. So I decided to see if he could, I took off my panties and pulled up my dress and got on all fours again. Called Joe and he came and sniffed around me and then tried to mount me. He failed at first, but he kept trying and then he succeed in entering me. He gave me a good fucking and I'd had to wait for him to disengage from me. I was a little ashamed with myself afterwards, but serval days later I let him fuck me again. The shame disappeared and I've been Joe's willing bitch ever since.