Take My Wife Again

Story by Thakur on SoFurry

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#2 of FAPP

Jeroux's had his go with Shaw's wife, Sasha, but the sopping shepherd's next pick is Mick...and can Bran withstand the bandwagon? Meanwhile, Shaw's pause with Vivian withdraws, leaving him to bandy with Mandy, if she'll let him. Can he? This party has gone incredibly wrong!

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Sasha panted, fingers clenching the carpet beneath her. She'd never expected the night to end this way. A harmless potluck for feral and anthro mixed couples, until her own husband had locked her in a room with their three male houseguests. He'd sold her out for a bet! The anthro German Shepherd was in heat, and was no match for the feral wolf who just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Now her panties lay in tatters near the door to the den, her short black dress hiked up with her tail, Jeroux tied rump-to-rump with her, his massive balls still pulsing into her unprotected pussy. Bran and Mick, also feral, stood nearby with dropped jaws and throbbing dicks. Jeroux and Bran were happily married, and Mick had a long-term girlfriend, but none could deny how hot it had been watching the horny German Shepherdess submit.

"Oh, God..." Sasha moaned, realizing what she'd just done. She'd just been bred, and not by her husband! Her fat, throbbing spade locked the wolf inside her, gulping up every last drop of the eager Jeroux's load, happily submerging her eggs in a stew of bubbling wolf cum.

"Who's next?" Jeroux grinned, looking the Kuvasz and Border Collie over.

Sasha gulped. "You don't have to..." with a begging edge to her voice. If she understood the bet, her husband, Shaw, had agreed to finally breed her after these three studs had their chance, and whoever got the most pups in her was the winner. It was too late to stop Jeroux, but if she could convince the other two to wait, she might still get a baby or two from her true love. Shaw's willingness to whore her out without even asking her was something they'd have to have a long conversation about!

"You aren't getting off that easy," Mick interrupted. "Not after slutting it up with that old wolf."

"Old?" Jeroux growled.

"I'll show you how it's done, old cur."

Sasha glanced the huge white dog up and down, whimpering, but she didn't object, the musk of three virile males blanketing the small room. But Mick had to wait until Jeroux's knot finally subsided enough that with a yelp, Sasha was able to pop off of him, a fresh gush of cum spilling down her legs. Jeroux grinned at his handiwork and said, "You're going to sneak one in after that?"

"Not just one," Mick said confidently. "I'm gonna blast her so hard your piddly seed gets demolished. You haven't been fucked until you've been fucked by a Kuv."

Sasha knelt on her hands and knees, panting and covered in sweat as the guys talked about her like she was just a piece of tail. She eyed Mick's cock and he wasn't kidding - she'd never seen a larger cock, and his knot was still down. "W-wait!" she gasped, as the white sheepdog moved to take Jeroux's place.

Mick glared down at the bitch. "You're not gonna convince me to let you go."

Sasha shook her head. "That's not it."

Jeroux guessed, "She wants to clean me off, first." His cum-soaked cock was dripping on the tan carpet.

Sasha watched as a cum-puddle stained the fabric. "Hey!" she gasped. "Well, now I do...but I also don't want to get stains on my dress."

She stood, and Mick watched appreciatively as the slender woman, so similar yet different than his girl, Kalli, slipped out of her little black dress, folding it and tossing on the low desk. She had large, appreciable breasts, and though most ferals might take 'em or leave 'em, the three canines in here drooled as they popped out. The obedient slut had given up on her meager resistance, stripping down to protect her dress from what she knew would be a busy few hours. Amazingly, she'd managed to avoid any stains on it so far. "Now let me take care of you," she said to Jeroux.

Bran shook his head in disbelief, watching the mild-mannered hostess that had recently held a reserved, polite dinner get on all fours and lick the carpet clean of the growing puddle beneath Jeroux. "You look like you know how to work that tongue," he said.

Sasha rolled her eyes, licking her lips before she turned to the source of the problem. With one paw she grabbed the wolf's dick and slathered it up and down, his scent absolutely overwhelming her nostrils. She nuzzled and guzzled him, replacing the slick mix of his and her juices with her slippery saliva. Jeroux gritted his teeth, tail wagging as she worked, but it was Mick who watched appreciatively as the dutiful housewife moaned, her puffy, swollen spade bouncing up and down, needing to be filled.

Mick didn't have to wait, hopping onto her back. The startled shepherd perked her ears up, but flattened them again, wrapping her tongue around Jeroux even as the huge Kuv tucked his paws around her rump. "Damn you look tight - good thing the old wolf slicked you up for me."

Sasha knelt beneath him, spreading her legs and hiking her tail, no longer fighting her lust at all. Bran's lip quivered as he realized his protest before had been a waste of time. She really did want it. His paw slid down to his dick as he watched his friend line himself up with the slut's cum-drenched cunny.

"Here goes," Mick grunted. He launched forward, his tapered tip pressing through her turgid triangle. The massive dog's cock was swimming in Jeroux's leavings, but his girth sent a river of cum splashing out of her.

Any thought of avoiding carpet stains was gone in a puddle of wolfseed, as the dutiful young housewife groaned, "Fuck," both at the size of her her mate, and the mess beneath her knees. She didn't let the futility of cleaning the wolf up stop her from returning to Jeroux's cock, nuzzling and slurping the red flesh that had so recently serviced her unprotected womb.

Bran bit his lip, rubbing himself and saying, "At least your dress is safe."

The Kuvasz had the largest grin splitting his face, buried up to his half-swollen knot. "You can dress it up pretty, but it's still just a furry cocksleeve. Ain't that right, bitch?"

Sasha whined in protest, but her objections were undercut by the way she spread her knees beneath the huge sheepdog, bucking up and down as that huge cock burrowed into her, his knot teasing her grey spade. "N-no, I'm..."

Jeroux growled, "Yeah, it's more than a cumbucket, Mick - it's also gunna raise my puppies. Now get back to sucking..."

"But..."

But Mick cut her off. "The sooner you learn it the better. Kalli knows she's just a tight pussy for me; knows to raise her tail and call me 'sir'. If you want my knot, you'd better, too."

Moaning, the overwhelmed German Shepherd closed her eyes, panting, "Yes, sir..." before reaching out for Jeroux's waiting cock.

It took all of Bran's willpower not to cum then and there. The Border Collie had never felt like this before. He loved his wife, sure, and their sex life had been pretty great...a decade-and-a-half ago. Since then, they'd been in quite the rut, and not the good kind. It's no coincidence the lull had started fourteen years ago, at the birth of their daughter.

Now, even when they managed to find a few moments to mate while their four-legged daughter was someone else's problem, Mandy and Bran couldn't seem to rekindle the magic. Most often the Border Collie and Yellow Lab just sat at home and watched T.V. Now, Bran felt young again, watching this twenty-something bitch give herself to the younger, virile males. He knew he could never compete with the wolf and Kuv, and he didn't want to actually cheat on his wife, but he had to get closer.

Inching forward on his belly, the small collie crawled behind Mick, right between his hind legs. Bran's pointed ears brushed against the Kuvasz's balls as he got a perfect close up of Mick ravishing Shaw's wife. The scent was overwhelming, Mick working himself knot-deep into the moaning bitch, her triangular spade bulging outward beyond all recognition. "You're not gonna fit..." Bran whined.

Startled, Mick glanced over his shoulder, then even further back, until he saw the black-and-white collie crouched beneath him! He smirked at the old dog's submissiveness, compared to Jeroux, who even now had sat in front of Sasha to help her deep-throat his glistening cock. The wolf had his paws on the back of her head, pushing her down. "If you wanna see that cunt bulge, Bran, you're gonna have to slick it up some more."

The collie trembled at the thought of it, but his dick was throbbing, and the scent of Sasha's heat mixed with Mick's acrid masculinity clouded the old dog's thinking. "Yes, Mick," he whimpered, crawling forward just enough to lap at the wet, pumping intersection of sheep dog and Shepherd loins. Big white balls rested on Bran's forehead as he tasted Sasha's cum-soaked cunny, drinking in a frothy mix of Jeroux's seed with Mick's, and Sasha's gushing juices. It took work, but the industrious collie managed to push his smaller tongue between cock and folds, entering the moaning housewife.

"Fuck!" Sasha yelped, stuffed even deeper. Her bloated spade was stretched beyond where it had ever gone, and Bran's warm drool made Mick's thrusts plap, plap, plap even louder.

Jeroux stood now, wrapping his paws around the anthro's shoulders, grinning as he looked Mick in the eyes, fucking the front while the Kuvasz had the back. "You're never going to knot her," the wolf laughed.

Mick said, "If we hump together, I'll get it in. Come on, Jeroux, let's show this bitch we mean business."

With a double thrust, Sasha was filled by all three feral males, Bran slurping noisily inside her swollen cunny. But it was the massive girth of Mick slamming her muzzle-first into Jeroux that split her mouth wide. This was nothing like slurping or sucking at the wolf - he'd properly mounted her head and her entire mouth was full of firm, throbbing cock. His tip tickled the back of her throat, but Sasha just whined, flattened her ears, and took it. The two powerful guys squished her together from both ends, Jeroux's knot just outside her mouth, and Mick's just outside...

Thrust!

She yipped in pain as the Kuvasz began to bore her open, leaping entirely off the ground in his effort to secure his mating tie. She knew if he was going to compete for his spot in her womb, he'd have to leave her lewdly bulging while his balls did long, hard work of breeding her properly. Grabbing the carpet with both hands, she slammed backward in time to his forceful humps, pussy quivering as she endured the pain. But he was wedging himself into her, slowly and steadily. If only he'd gone first!

"Too tight!" Bran yelped, as he pulled his tongue free before it got squished permanently between Mick's cock and her home base.

For the first time, Mick displayed uncertainty. "I might've grown too big..."

Bran growled, "No, you'll make it in." With that, the collie switched to directly swirling his tongue around the sheepdog's knot, slickening the twin bulges up as Mick hammered them into the tight shepherd's overstuffed folds. The Kuv had to grit his teeth, never having expected such an intimate lick from the middle-aged homebody.

"You'd better...hurry!" Jeroux growled at Mick, pumping forward. "I'm almost in her mouth and then I won't be able to hump as hard!"

Sasha was barely able to think, focused entirely on giving herself to the masculine duo. She dropped her jaw, muscles stretched and aching as she extended her tongue like a runway for Jeroux's pounding knot. She didn't care that if he_did_ tie her muzzle, his tip would be buried deep in her throat - all that mattered was being a good cumbucket for her unexpected mates. Sliding one hand between her legs, she spread her mound with her fingers, and finally it was enough for Mick's freshly drool-soaked cock.

"Now!" Mick growled, and together, he and the wolf launched forward, spearing Sasha in the middle. With two wet pops, the hard, still-growing knots entered her one after another, spreading her muzzle and tearing her cunt apart for just a second, before both closed and locked around them, tying them in place. The two canines had the girl pinned between them, face-to-face with each other.

Jeroux growled, "Nice try, Mick, but I think I beat you to the punch."

Mick shook his head. "Your first load was a waste. At least your second'll give my puppies a protein-rich meal to grow off of."

But the black-furred wolf was already too distracted to reply. His fat cock buried in Sasha's open, helpless esophagus slid back and forth on her wet blanket of a tongue, the young woman pushing out her tongue past his rolled up sheath to cup Jeroux's heavy balls. She slurped him, even as she suppressed her gag reflex, bobbing her head back and forth. As far as he was concerned, her mouth was a perfect, clenching little cunny, milking him. And she needed a warm, salty drink. Gritting his teeth, the big wolf bucked forward and came balls quivering against her tongue as he erupted down her throat, splashing heavily into her belly, like he had earlier into her womb.

Mick couldn't hold on either, especially watching his friend orgasm in front of him. But what really surprised the young Kuvasz was the wet suction around his balls that could only be coming from an obedient little Border Collie. With Mick's knot buried deep, the smaller dog could only rub his nose in Mick's scrotum, suckling gently even as the big orbs began to clench. Mick groaned, releasing into the tight, squeezing pussy of the anthro beneath him, knowing how deep in heat she was. As full as she was, his tip must be poking right through her defenseless cervix, and he erupted straight into her womb, joining Jeroux. Sasha could only pant and whimper beneath the two as the second ferocious male bred her, knowing full well that she could be giving both an egg or two. She shivered, having only met Jeroux and Mick less than two hours prior. Little could she have known she'd be at risk of carrying their little black and white pups before the night was out.

Cum drained into her from both ends, not even having to gulp as she drank her fill, her black-and-tan hips a blur as she worked Mick's massive cock. Her free hand went to her belly, ears perked as she heard the glug, glug, and _splash_of cum bloating her insides. She flattened her ears and absolutely lost it, her hips gyrating randomly as she finally hit her climax. "Oh God," Bran, exclaimed, watching up close as Sasha's engorged pussy quivered. He said, "There's so much - she's gonna blow!"

Sure enough, seconds later, the building deluge inside her pussy backsplashed out of her, her womb absolutely bulging with sheepdog serum. Even as tight as her tie, she could feel the pressure growing and growing until it had to release, and a huge spray of white seed erupted from her spade, splattering Mick and Bran. Sasha humped and moaned, flicking her ear at the realization that there'd be no getting the stain out of the carpet after all. Cum backed up in her throat as well, and soon Jeroux's seed was spilling down the sides of her muzzle. It was all she could do to breathe through her nose, with her nostrils plugged up by Jeroux's sheath.

With one paw between his legs, Bran crouched beneath his friend, humping as he opened his mouth, carried away by the sheer lust of the situation before him. Jet after jet of sticky cum splattered the collie's mouth, and he gulped it down, moving closer until he locked lips with Sasha's spasming cunny just in front of the sheath, suckling eagerly at her generous bulge.

"Another good fuck hole," Jeroux moaned, tail wagging as he finally hopped down from Sasha's muzzle and turned around. His fat, round balls were now in the perfect place to slurp, and her nose was pressed right up against his musky tail hole. Sasha closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, slurping as the wolf continued to feed her well, his tail smacking her pointed ears.

Turning around himself, the sheepdog said, "Let me just top this one off," ironically, considering he'd well overfilled her tank. Rump-to-rump with his bitch, Mick tugged gently to squeeze the last remaining juice out of his cock, sending the overflow into the waiting muzzle of Bran, whose face was just coated in his friend's jizz. Bran licked his lips, and then elicited overwhelmed moans from Sasha as he began lapping at her overstuffed cunny.

Now she really looked like a spitroast, all but suspended in the air by two horizontal ties, helpless but to shudder in ecstasy as pleasure coursed painfully through her body due to Bran's direct, forceful licks. She couldn't really object - she was taught not to talk with her mouth (and throat) full.

As it would remain for the next ten minutes, as the two big males took their time dumping their nuts into her. Once the sheer joy of getting bred faded from her mind, Sasha realized what an uncomfortable and dehumanizing position she was in. But what could she do except wait?

Jeroux said, "Well, I think trying to clean me up kinda backfired," glancing beneath him. Another sizable pool of cum had drained down the housewife's chin to the carpet. A smaller mess coated the other end, thanks mostly to Bran's quick work.

"I told you I'd get it in, Jeroux," Mick gloated. "Though I'm not sure Shaw will recognize his little fleshlight when he gets it back tonight."

Bran nodded, crawling out from under the copulating canines. "I don't think he was counting on that when he made his bet. After what you two did to her, I don't see how there could be any eggs left for Shaw to claim."

"Especially after you've had your turn," Mick grinned.

Bran licked his muzzle, but dropped his jaw. "N-no, I couldn't. Mandy would kill me. Besides, Sasha's already been plucked clean. No, my only shot at winning the bet is if I breed my wife tonight, and that's not gonna happen. The last thing we need is another pup!"

Jeroux nodded in agreement. "Vivi and I are happy in a household of two."

"Thank God my bitch knows to wrap my cock up before I fuck her," Mick added.

Sasha rolled her eyes as the three males talked about how they didn't want puppies, even while they_bred_ some into her. But her ear twitched as she realized something else. Still, she could hardly tell the three males in her current state.

And so when they finally counted to three and tugged free from her mouth and pussy together, stretching her poor spine as she coughed up cum from both ends, she rolled onto her back (just beyond the milky pool, and gasped, "What_exactly_ was the bet?"

Jeroux grunted, his spent dick flopping around beneath him, a large drop of cum threatening to fall free. "We all get turns with you for two hours, then he gets his shot - the most puppies wins."

Sasha shook her head. "What exactly did he say? Bran said he could win if he bred his wife?"

The three males exchanged looks. Bran said, "I think he bet a hundred bucks if he 'ends up siring more puppies tonight than all of us'."

Sasha laughed. "You fell for that? You didn't think twice about him locking us all up in here? He's going after your girls! And you three can hardly complain when he gave you me. You fucking stubborn morons - all this is for just a hundred dollars!? He gets three litters to compete with your one."

Bran shook his head. "Two. Mandy would never. We barely have sex when she isn't in heat, she's not going to let some stranger knock her up like a whore."

Sasha couldn't really ignore the slight, having just let two strangers knock her up. "Two's enough to win the bet."

Mick said, "Well, he miscalculated, because Kalli'll make him rubber up."

Both Bran and Jeroux cocked a glance at the Kuvasz, who seemed to assume that his girlfriend would give in to the German Shepherd. Jeroux shook his head, too. "There's zero chance of him knocking up Vi. We've already got the plan for the perfect family, and she'll never accept a litter of mutts. Besides which, we're in love - she'd never cheat on me."

"Like you cheated on her with me?" Sasha growled.

"That's different," the wolf replied simply.

Sasha said, "I wouldn't be so sure. My husband can be persistent, and he only takes 'no' as a 'maybe'. If I know Shaw, he'll do anything to win a bet."

Jeroux said, "Well, he'd have to_rape_ Vivi to get at her, and she's half-again as big as he is and vicious. Do you really think your husband would _force_himself on a woman to win a bet?"

Sashs growled. "You mean like you_raped_ me?"

"Oh please," Jeroux spit. "You were wagging your tail."

"I distinctly remember begging you to stop," Sasha snarled at the wolf.

"And yelping 'breed me'? I gave you every chance to turn me down."

Bran said, "Guys, stop. This isn't getting us anywhere."

Sasha groaned. "Damnit, he's right. I'm such a fucking cliche. Shaw knew exactly what I needed, and when he wouldn't give it to me, he knew exactly who would. I just hope you're all right about your partners, because if I know my husband - he's on the prowl."

* * * * *

Of course, the warning was too late for Jeroux, whose freshly bred wife Vi was passed out on the floor of Shaw's backyard bunker, snoring soundly even as her husband sat for his second tongue-job by the obedient German Shepherd. Mick blinked at first when Bran approached him, but the Kuvasz couldn't turn down a thorough cleaning by the otherwise loyal collie, letting the smaller male slather his still-dribbling cock.

If he were still there, Shaw would have been proud to see how his wife took two rough breedings and kept going, while the she-wolf had only lasted two rounds with him. Still, it was for the best, because he had places to be, and snatches to snatch. He was going to win this bet, and though he'd managed a strong 'entry' into the race with Vivian, he could only guess which bitch would produce the most puppies. He had to get at_least_ Mandy or Kalli to shore up his odds.

"Thanks, honey," the lab was saying, turning her phone off. Shaw paused at the door to the kitchen, admiring the scents in the kitchen. Bran's wife had cinnamon buns in the oven, but that wasn't what piqued his interest. No, there was the slightest tinge of heat in the air, as he'd sussed out during their dinner. The forty-something two-legger was a bit older than Shaw liked them, but she was still a startlingly attractive Yellow Labrador Retriever, dressed frumpily in long dress that hid her figure. Sasha was slender, and Vivian was the most muscular, but Mandy was by far the curviest, her long, flat tail wagging behind her.

"Where are the others?" he asked, though he knew very well. Kalli was on her phone in the upstairs bathroom, apparently bored of the party, Viv was right where he'd left her, and the rest of the guests were busy in the den.

"Oh! You startled me," Mandy gasped, turning around. She cocked her head. "Sasha went to check on the guys like thirty minutes ago. Didn't you see her?"

He shook his head. "I was in the bathroom, and when I got back, the door was locked. Vivian and Kalli were upstairs, talking about their partners, but I can't find Sasha anywhere."

"Well, the scent of cinnamon buns will bring them all running, I expect," Mandy joked, leaning back against the counter. Shaw was quite the specimen, bigger than Bran, and clearly as strong as Jeroux, despite being a bit more compact. When the shepherd sat, Mandy's eye's politely ignored his visible sheath, until she remembered what Sasha had said about his piercing. Her eyes lingered, though she couldn't see anything different through his sheath.

"Ahem," the shepherd cleared his throat, and when she didn't get it, he added, "Getting a little peek?"

"Oh! Oh gosh, I'm not... I just..." she gasped, totally at a loss for words.

"No, no, I'm flattered, really. The Feral and Anthro Partner Potluck is the only place I can really feel appreciated. Everywhere else, people just see me as a disabled person - a dog with brains but no hands. I don't mind a few curious looks," Shaw laughed.

"I don't mean to say you're not attractive, Shaw, but really, that wasn't it. It's just that...Sasha was telling us about your...um..."

"My performance enhancer? My piercing?"

Blushing, the lab nodded. "She really talked you up," though Mandy didn't add that Sasha had said his sexual prowess was the main reason she'd married him. "She's a lucky girl."

Shaw grinned. "She doesn't say that to me. She just yaps on about starting a family."

"I told her not to. Parenthood isn't all it's cracked up to be - I promise," Mandy agreed. She loved her daughter, Karen, but she already had to mother Bran. She had to dress him and make him meals and clean the house, all because he didn't have hands. And Karen just doubled the problem.

But Shaw seemed distracted. He glanced up at Mandy and said, "You wanna see it?"

"Buh?" she gasped.

"My dick? I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he smiled.

Mandy just rolled her eyes. "You know, Bran used that same line twenty years ago."

"And did it work?" the cheeky shepherd asked.

Mandy had to look away and admit, "Yes. But we're not teenagers - and we're both married."

"Come on, it's just a glimpse. Won't take more than a few seconds. Aren't you curious?" he pressed.

Mandy looked down at Shaw, who looked like a persistent puppy, head cocked to the side with a smug grin on his face. She had to admit that she was curious, but she couldn't imagine Bran would be a big fan of this. Maybe...if the collie got a piercing...it could revamp their sex life? Did it really feel as good as Sasha claimed?

"N-no," she lied. "This is...totally inappropriate!" But her eyes were locked below his. Shaw grinned, knowing exactly where she was looking, despite her objections.

"Well, if you aren't curious, then feel free to look away while I..." he said, reaching toward his sheath with one paw.

Mandy tried to, she really did. But she'd done half the work, in denying Shaw. But with her eyes still locked on his sheath, she couldn't tear her eyes away. There, in the kitchen, the male she met only days before lowered his furry sheath, popping his tip free, glistening metal and all. It consisted of two parts, a metal bar to make him feel wider, and a forward prong that made him longer. Only once she took in his unusual equipment did the mother look away, grimacing. "Shaw!" she gasped, distraught.

"It's not my fault you looked," he grunted. "What did you think?"

The yellow lab huffed. "It looked unsanitary and uncomfortable. Ugh, where is that Dalmatian when you need her? Kalli!?" She yelled out, hoping for backup.

"Oh no," Shaw said. "You're not getting off that easy. You know the deal - you saw mine, now I get a glimpse of yours."

"Let me go ask what your _wife_thinks of that deal," Mandy growled. "I never agreed to that."

The German Shepherd stood, wagging his tail as he approached the larger woman. "Then why did you _look?_Come on, I'm just asking for a second."

Mandy shook her head, flicking her ears. "That's several steps too much, Shaw. I-I think I made a mistake vouching for you and Sasha for FAPP. Besides," she added, weakening her stance considerably, "it's not like I can just lift my tail in this dress. And we're in the middle of the kitchen."

Sensing weakness, the German Shepherd went for the kill. "I'm pretty sure I could fit under that dress and no one would even know I was there. Just a quick look, and then I'll get off your back."

There was no reason to agree to his terms, and their host was being extremely inappropriate. But she _had_looked. It was the same as with Bran - she didn't want to be unfair, even if it was a pretty obvious trick for ferals that were naked practically all the time. "If it will shut you up..." she grimaced, looking at the two main entrances to the kitchen. The long, conservative dress she was wearing was working against her now as the self-satisfied shepherd trotted forward, nose to the ground.

Before she knew it, he'd poked his way under her clothes, disappearing beneath the patterned cloth. Shaw could see as well as any dog in the dark, appreciating Mandy's light blue stockings. He was surprised to see a garter belt holding them up. The lab's short fur must not be thick enough alone. But the arousing effect of her unexpected lingerie was marred by the thick, white scent pad that he'd known he would find. "Rmm, Mandy..." his muffled voice came out.

What on earth was she doing? She was standing in the kitchen, a German Shepherd who was most definitely_not_ her husband tucked up beneath her dress. "I'll get them," she said begrudgingly, kneeling slightly to reach awkwardly for the edge of her dress.

"Hey, did you call me down?"

Mandy stood immediately, fur standing on end, flustered to be caught with her pants down (almost literally) by the damned Dalmatian standing in the doorway. "I-it's not what it looks like!" she yelped.

The Dalmatian raised an eyebrow. "You didn't call me?"

Adrenaline rushed through her body, but the yellow lab realized that Kalli couldn't see Shaw. That was the point, of course. She blushed. "No, I did. I, uh...wanted you to try one of the cinnamon buns to see if they're ready or...um...too gooey."

"Oh, sure. You need a second opinion?" Kalli asked, walking into the kitchen. Mandy realized she should have come up with a better lie, something to get her out of the kitchen as soon as possible. She could feel the German Shepherd frozen between her legs. "Where are they?" the young woman asked, looking around the kitchen.

"Still in the oven." Frantically, Mandy looked at the timer...there was still ten minutes left - half the baking time. They were only half done!

Kalli paused. "Do you want me to get them out?"

"Would you?" Mandy blurted, grateful. She couldn't bend over right now, and she didn't want to try to shuffle over to the oven with Shaw hiding beneath her. But hiding wasn't the only thing on his mind. Once he realized Kalli was going to be concentrating on the oven, Shaw grinned to himself. An unexpected opportunity! Sliding his paws up to Mandy's slender diaper, he hooked his claws over the cloth, tugging downward. "Hey!" she yipped.

Kalli looked over at her friend. "Huh?"

Flustered, she stammered, "Don't forget to use the hot pads!"

"Yeah, duh. Are you okay, Mandy? Did you have too much to drink or something?"

"N-n-no. I mean yes, and then no," she replied, standing as still as she could and hoping that Shaw's movement didn't show through the long dress. When Kalli turned away again, she nudged him with her knees, but the impudent shepherd didn't care, tugging again and peeling the unflattering cloth away. Mandy suppressed her gasp as her heat-swollen spade emerged from the warm confines of the diaper, just inches away from Shaw's head.'Just a glimpse' passed immediately, and now Shaw was getting a nice, long look, thanks to Kalli.

The metal tray scraped noisily as Kalli grabbed it with the hot-pad and said "They don't look done, Mandy..."

Shaw took that moment to take advantage of his great luck, sniffing the labrador's puffy lips, warm breath coating her as she quivered. But when she felt his cold nose brush against her lips, she gasped, "No! I mean, I like them...gooey. J-just try one," she covered, her knees weak.

Always one to press the advantage, he knew he had her on the ropes. What could she do? With a grin, he_licked_. The curvy housewife had a beautiful, fat spade on display just for him, and she had to stand there and take it. His tongue engulfed her quivering pussy, and this time Mandy managed to suppress her spluttering, holding her breath with her jaw dropped.This wasn't the deal!

"Okay..." Kalli said, confused. She pulled the tray out and put it on the stove, looking back at her friend. She looked drained, jaw dropped, having trouble standing. "Jesus, Mandy, I think you need to take a seat."

"N-n-no, I'm fine. I'm fine!" she panted, even as Shaw pressed in, his fat tongue working its way between her triangular folds. As much as she hated to admit it, the unwelcome intrusion did feel warm, wet, and good. But her heat was on full display, a free sample for another woman's husband.

Kalli shook her head. "You look like you're about to collapse. Come on," she said, pulling out a kitchen chair.

"O-okay," she was forced to agree, though she wasn't sure how well her intruder would be hidden if she sat. Shaw realized that Mandy would never be able to sit with him between her legs with her diaper intact, and so he pushed them the rest of the way down. Mandy got the picture, picking up one foot and then the other, as Shaw worked them off entirely.

Kalli grabbed her friend's hand and helped lower her into the chair. Mandy thanked the Dalmatian but was concentrating instead on spreading her legs as wide as she could to give Shaw some space to hide. He couldn't have asked for a better position, well-hidden and face-to-face with her swollen fortune cookie proudly displayed at the edge of the chair.

Mandy had to lean forward, or Kalli might see his head moving. Panting, she tried to ignore the steady stream of quiet licks. "M-maybe I did have too much to drink," she lied.

Kalli said "I think these buns need to go back in the oven."

"Okay, Kalli. I-I already feel a lot better. I'll sit here a while, but I can take it from here."

"Do you need water?"

Mandy shook her head, biting her lip. Shaw was taking full advantage, slurping as deep as he could and rolling his tongue inside of her unprotected pussy. "Y-you can go back to whatever you were doing."

Kalli said, "I think I should stay -"

"Kalli, please. I'm serious," Mandy said firmly, holding back a whimper. "When they're done, they'll still need to cool for twenty minutes. I'll call you when they're ready, okay? Don't come back before then!"

Kalli knew when Mandy was being serious, and despite her concerns, she said, "Okay. They smell great, by the way."

"Thanks," Mandy smiled, watching the Dalmatian leave.

She waited until she was sure Kalli wouldn't pop her head back in with a question or comment, gritting her teeth as Shaw continued to lay into her, his tail wagging near her feet. Part of her wanted to just sit back and let him at her - he was skilled with that tongue, and she was deep in her heat.

But the other part of her was outraged. She closed her knees, lifted her dress, and pushed the nosy German Shepherd out. Teeth bared, she yelped, "What were you thinking!?"

Shaw's eyes were half-lidded and he licked his lips. Now his piercing was on full display. Panting he said, "You...I...you're in heat..." He pretended he hadn't known all along.

"So?"

Gulping, he tucked his tail and flattened his ears. "I didn't know what I was doing - trapped under there with your scent. I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself."

"Kalli almost caught you," Mandy growled, which Shaw thought should have been the least of her concerns. "That wasn't the deal - just a quick look, you said! Not a quick lick."

"You're welcome to even it out, if you want," he said, unable to suppress his smirk as he indicated his erect cock.

"You're disgusting," Mandy said, picking her diaper up off the floor. "Pretty sure Sasha would like to know about this..."

"Where is she, anyway?" Shaw asked, cocking his head. "You said she went to check on us. She's been gone a long time."

"You don't get to change the subject, Shaw. I know heat affects ferals differently, but that's no excuse for what you did. You knew I couldn't make you stop."

But the German Shepherd was walking toward the kitchen table, where a big flat screen was mounted on the wall. "Let me check the cameras..." He used the low-mounted feral controls expertly in his paws. His job had something to do with computers, right? The television turned on, and showed that there were cameras throughout the house. He switched between them, making sure not to show Mandy that the bathrooms were monitored.

"Shaw. Shaw," Mandy tried to get through to him.

"I don't see her. Let's check on the guys..." he flipped the channel one more time, and there on the giant screen was a scene that finally shut the yellow lab up.

Her jaw dropped, the camera in the den quite clear and unmistakable. Jeroux and Mick were lying down, their softening dicks still dripping as they panted. But what really got Mandy's attention was Bran. The Border Collie was next to a sitting, completely naked Sasha, her legs splayed, tail flat along the ground, and swollen pussy absolutely drenched in cum. The shepherdess was obviously conversing with Bran, and she said, "Will you at least clean me out? I'm not that flexible."

Bran said, "Well...I guess that would be okay."

"What. The. Fuck." Shaw emphasized, eyes on the screen. Of course he knew roughly what was going on, but Mandy didn't need to know that.

Mandy was frozen, eyes glued to the monitor. Her husband crawled over to that other woman and said, "I guess as long as Mandy doesn't know."

While Sasha shivered, Bran began doing what Shaw had just done - eating out another male's wife. Mick joked, "You must be addicted to my cum," as the Border Collie went to town on the bubbling creampie.

Mandy said, "How dare he?"

Pretending to be outraged, Shaw said, "How dare he? How dare she? I don't know if you_noticed_, but she's in heat, and that mess didn't get there on its own!"

Mandy paled, realizing he was right. This was even more traumatizing for him - his wife had clearly been bred, at least by Mick, but also, it looked like, by Jeroux. She couldn't see Bran's dick beneath him, so she couldn't tell if he'd also indulged, or if he was just a spectator to the debauchery. "We've got to stop them!" she yipped.

But Shaw said, "No - fuck them. We can't stop what already happened."

"But -"

"If my wife would rather have their mutts than mine, let her," he said, hiding the irony of that statement. "Interrupting them now just makes us cuckolds, and everyone will know it. Kalli and Vivi, too." The fur on the back of his neck was bristling.

"Oh, Bran!" Sasha groaned, putting her hands to the back of his head as he ate her out.

Mandy said through gritted teeth, "But they're the cheaters."

"Both are bad, but which would you rather be? The cheater, or the cheated on?"

She paused. "This isn't fair. It's not fair at all!" Cortisol was running through her mind, making it hard to think. She was so angry at her husband. He'd always been so faithful, but now he was muzzle deep in some young, slender hussy. How easily had she charmed them all? She'd been gone for more than an hour. How long had it taken to convince them all to stray from their mates?

"It's not fair unless we get back at them," Shaw growled.

Mandy glanced over at the German Shepherd. "How?"

"We cheat right back at them," he said firmly, meeting the Labrador Retriever's gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. There was no teasing and joking in his tone this time. He was serious.

"But -"

He interrupted smoothly. "If Sasha gets to get eaten out by Bran, don't you deserve the same thing? That's only fair. He can't object if he did it too. You liked it, didn't you?"

Mandy wasn't as guarded as normal. Instead of lying like she had before, she simply admitted it with a nod, but said, "That makes sense for me, but what'll you do about Jeroux and Mick?"

With a determined stare, he said, "That's a discussion for me and Vivian and Kalli..."

Mandy gasped at the thought. Tonight was going to be the end of the Feral and Anthro Partner Potluck once word of this got out. It might be the end of each set of partners as well! "O-okay." she said slowly.

"Then, you'll do it? Get back at him with me?"

Mandy paused. That's not exactly what she'd been agreeing to, but taking one more look at the dogs on the screen, Sasha leaning back and moaning as Bran - her Bran - guzzled her pussy. "Yes."

"Then let's get you out of that dress."

Mandy gulped. "Right here? Right now?"

Shaw nodded. "It's the perfect time. We can see first-hand what your husband is up to, and he's sure not to interrupt us. Vivian must be napping, and Kalli's not coming down for thirty minutes."

Making a fist, she said, "You're right! And so what if the ladies walk in on us. They'll have to find out what's going on soon enough!" She knew it was a mistake. She knew she was missing something in the calculation. But she was in heat, and since the loss of her diaper, the scent had been mingling with cinnamon bun in the kitchen. He'd gotten her wet already once, and the excitement of the situation had her hornier than she'd been in a decade-and-a-half.

But looking at Bran gave her pause. She was so mad at him, but was getting even really the best way to deal with a straying husband? After all, their love life hadn't been ticking the boxes for years. Maybe she just needed to do something to spice up their relationship?

Bran licked his lips, leaving a glistening, pristine pussy behind. "There -" he started to say, but Sasha grabbed him and pulled him up into her arms. He looked startled, standing over her, but when she pulled him in for a kiss, he didn't hesitate. Not even a second - he just tilted his head and kissed that shepherd slut, his tail wagging.

And with that, Mandy took off her dress. She reached back for the zipper, letting it fall off her body into a pile around her feet. Shaw had to suppress drooling at her thick, curvy body, her pale yellow fur giving way to pure white along her belly. Her enormous breasts were barely contained in lingerie that matched below, her garter belt still holding up her blue stockings, even though her diaper was gone. Pink spade quivered there in the kitchen, so much easier to see in the light.

"God, you're hot," Shaw said, breathless.

Mandy was flustered. She hadn't gotten a compliment like that from Bran in years, and her body wasn't the tight, slim form she'd had in her twenties. "When you're married to that?" she said, pointing to the screen.

Shaw didn't even take his eyes off of her. "Somehow, she's lost a lot of her allure in fucking three other guys," he lied.

Mandy, taking her cue from Sasha, sat down on the kitchen floor, spreading her legs, but she quickly said, "I can't see the T.V. Here..." She rolled onto her hands and knees, her tail up, framing her cunny in a bright blue window of delicates.

It took all his willpower not to try to force it right then and there, but he had a feeling he'd get some real resistance from Mandy if he tried that. Instead, he stepped up behind her and lapped at her like she was a back alley bitch.

Mandy whimpered and spread her legs, wondering just how the evening had managed to progress to this point. But her eyes were glued to the screen, where Sasha was still making out with her husband. She'd wrapped her legs around his hips, but Bran hadn't taken advantage of just how close his erect cock was from her tender, well-used pussy. Sasha had other things in mind though, whining, "You sure you won't? You're right - it's probably too late to knock me up more, so no one will ever know. And you said 'as long as Mandy doesn't know'."

"Sasha," Bran panted, pausing. During that pause, Shaw was pushing deeper and deeper into Mandy's muff, the enlarged pink spade perhaps the biggest of the four ladies, despite her marriage to the smallest of the males. No _wonder_their sex life had been a bit dull. He knew just how to curl his tongue to send it squishing up against Mandy's clit, and the lab curled her tail aside and bucked her hips back against him, biting her lip. "I can't," the collie finished.

Shaw flattened his ears, annoyed. Just_do_ her already! If Bran had a moment of moral clarity, that was going to seriously threaten Shaw's plans. But Sasha saved the day. "Just a few thrusts...please? You got me so close with your tongue. And you're basically in me - I can feel your tip!"

"Sasha..."

"Bran, please..." she whined.

"Alright, just a few," he agreed slowly.

Mandy whined at her husband's slow descent into infidelity, watching as he made Sasha yip with the first, adulterous thrust. There was a big difference between tongue and actual coitus, and he'd barely tried to resist crossing that line. Sasha shuddered beneath him, her legs dangling in the air above him. He even buried his muzzle in her breasts, suckling the young woman like he always did for Mandy.

"They're actually doing it," Shaw commented, licking his lips.

"Goddamn it, Shaw," she growled. "Let's get them back!" And like that, he was on her back, his own tip teasing her unprotected folds. Mandy gasped as the tight grip he took on her hips. "I deserve every thrust he's giving to her, and if he won't give it to me, you can!"

"As you wish," Shaw agreed, now able to see the screen once more. 'A few thrusts' indeed - they were really going at it now. Perfect.

"But don't cum in me - even if he does it to her."

"He wouldn't," Shaw lied. "Let's just worry about that if it happens."

Mandy unwisely agreed, her cunt quivering as she waited for him to meet her. Meet they did, and then he was in her, his greasy red cock easily shoving her fat spade aside. She yelped at the cold metal she'd forgotten all about, as she finally experienced those enhancing piercings first hand. "Oh...Shaw!" she gasped.

I shouldn't be doing this.

She knew she shouldn't. She barely knew Shaw, but the muscular dog was so unlike her husband. So confident and insistent, and so damn good with his tongue. He gave off an aura like he had everything planned out, like he always knew what to say. When she and Bran had vouched for the couple, she had to admit that confidence had drawn the labrador to him. And now she was grunting naked on the floor of his kitchen, his allure and her cheating husband bringing the two together.

There was no surprise she'd always been attracted to ferals, and though she loved collies, she'd always had a thing for German Shepherds. But this was something else - she bucked her hips and whined as his studded, unprotected cock pumped into her heat-swollen cunny, timing his thrusts to Bran on the screen. She knew it was dangerous - she wasn't on the pill, and even a little cum could manage to work its way to her waiting eggs. When she'd had Karen, it had been an accident - they'd bred a little too close to the end of her heat. Now, she knew she had many more than one fertile egg waiting impatiently for the smooth-talking Shaw.

"Ffuck, Mandy...you look so good underneath me..."

"You're so much bigger than Bran," she moaned.

Though Sasha didn't seem to mind. The black-and-tan bitch was on her back, pushing up against the collie as he pounded away, locked in another passionate kiss. A few thrusts had turned to ten, then thirty, and then she was whining, "Pl-please Bran. Knot me...!" She grabbed his butt with both paws and held him tight to her as he grew.

"But...Mandy," he groaned, trying to pull away.

Jeroux finally spoke, still panting. "Get over yourself, Bran. You said yourself you aren't attracted to Mandy anymore. Now you've got a sexy, twenty-year-old bitch around your cock who is whining for your puppies, and you're gonna turn her down?"

"I didn't -" Bran started to complain.

Mick agreed though. "None of us are gonna tell on you, dude. Just fuck it - Mandy'll never know."

The collie looked from one cheating male to the other, bit his lip, and said, "O-okay."

Mandy was growling, pushing back against the powerful shepherd. "He's really gonna go all the way! That no-good, cheating dick."

"We'll show him," Shaw said, over the satisfied moans and whimpers on the T.V. screen. "I'll give you the knot he should be giving to you. It's only fair!" Shaw's ears perked up, humping forward until the base of his cock quivered inside her, already swelling up. She didn't have a lot of time to object!

He flattened his ears when she did though, yelping, "N-no, I - nnngh - can't!" She was amazed at how well the piercings triggered all the right spots, but it was his growing bulbus glandis that was rubbing the source of her pleasure now. It wouldn't be fair to her. She'd already had one unwanted pup, now that Karen was starting high school, this was the worst time to have a litter. Just because she was in heat and it felt so good? So right? Raising Shaw's pups with Bran, if their marriage even survived this was a consequence far beyond the reasonable. "P-pull out!"

Shaw had a difficult choice. He _had_to win the bet, and he suspected the large labrador couldn't stop him if he just kept himself inside her. But where he could tell Vivian really wanted to be forced, Mandy didn't. Even now she was clear-headed enough to back down. Could he dare hope he'd already knocked her up?

He was about to beg, when the situation changed, and changed dramatically. A black-and-white labrador with ears half up opened the side kitchen door. A feral, with a pack on her back. Shaw hadn't planned for this at all. Mandy had forgotten all about asking her daughter to bring the caramel she'd forgotten at home.

Jaw dropping and ears flat, Karen took one look at what was going on in the kitchen and said, "M-mom!?"