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She's on the Telephone

By gothicpanda

I look forward to coming home after a tiring day of work. Work's not boring, don't get me wrong, however at the end of the day I want to curl up in the sofa my arms wrapped around my wife while I she bounces hard on my...

I snap back into reality, realizing that I just arrived in my driveway. I'm here smile forming on my face, thoughts going to the gutter. My member begins to harden and I hope my neighbors don't come to greet me only to notice the tent forming in my pants. My brows knit together when I get to the door. My wife wasn't there at the threshold welcoming me.

Just to make it clear I don't expect her to do this for me nor have I asked her to wait for me at the door at a specific time. Her behavior is her own thing. She looks forward to greeting me everyday and on special days she greets me behind the door with her ass jutting in the air, tits on the floor and pussy wet from the anticipation.

I was somewhat disappointed when I couldn't smell anything wafting from the kitchen. At this time, I usually see light in the dining room windows; there wasn't any. I was worried. While she and I were committed to an open relationship we hadn't found any need to yet. We discussed about this as long as one of us would call and tell us who, when and where they fucked.

A part of me wondered if she was currently screwing the gardener, who occasionally visited every week to maintain the greenery. A part of me doubted that, unless her heated arguments with the gardener were a subtle means of suggestion and seduction. However I didn't hear any moans and grunts as I opened the door. She's a screamer, that one.

It was impossible for me to sneak in to the house undetected, due to my rather large frame. I'm somewhat average for a Minotaur standing at 7'3" and my kind is not known for subtlety. It's impossible for me to enter any premise unannounced. My hoof creaked against the wooden floor as I entered. I heard the familiar voice of my wife

"Dad, everything's fine. Dad let me speak." She was on the phone. Now this explains everything.

"No dad, My 'husband' is treating me right. He has a name dad. I really appreciate it if you call him 'Schulder' or even 'son-in-law' rather than 'that bull' or 'husband' with an air of disdain."

By now, you should understand that my wife's father and I don't get along very well. Jerry, as I called him didn't approve of our relationship from the start. I have to say that I was glad that he didn't attend our wedding ceremony. Instead Dessy's eldest brother, Lance, was the one who escorted my bride to the aisle.

A very lewd and malicious thought crossed my mind, the tent in my pants becoming stiffer. I laid my suitcase on the sofa and approached her from behind.

"Dad, listen I've got to go now. Schulder's here. I haven't even prepared dinner for him. Dad don't do thi..." her words were cut short.

I refused to let my raging boner die because of overly worried grumpy old man on the phone.

I interrupted her conversation. My hands had wrapped around her peach shaped rump and started to massage it. I had decided I was going to make my own dinner. I've decided I was hungry for something else.

As I squeezed her ass firmly she inhaled deeply unable to speak for a few seconds.

"Dess you there?" I could hear the voice coming from the phone.

"Schulder!" she gasped her bunny ears perking up as my fingers finally unbuttoned her pants and rubbed the rapidly moistening part of her panties. "I'm talking on the...phhoooo..my da..fffFFuU.." She was losing control fast.

I grinned, my paws exploring the deeper parts of her folds. "Then talk to your dad," I said. I needed it as much as she did. "I'm not stopping you." She desperately tried to bat away my hands with her paws but didn't for fear of losing balance and falling face first on to the counter. After all her one hand was all she had for support. Her other hand was on the phone; her bottom and her legs - all mine to play with. Telephone gymnastics was the kink for today.

"Young lady are you there? It's utterly disrespectful to have your parents waiting for a reply, on the phone especially!" her dad's voice became angrier.

"Daaad...ffuu...can I call you later?" her words began to become coherent as I pulled down her pants and panties, my paws no longer giving her lady bits any attention.

"What are you cooking? I hope you haven't gained any weight. Can your husband cook?"

"Dad please later..ffffuu...tomorroaw..phleash?" Dess tried to focus. My cock, now free from the confining slacks began grinding between her folds, destroying what was left of her concentration.

She was getting very wet and I decided to keep grinding despite how turned on we both were.

"We're having hot....dogs for dinner." Ohhh....wrong answer, I have to give credit where credit is due. Her old man is a health buff and nut. He doesn't eat anything fried. Hell! He doesn't even eat anything with oil. Do you how oil makes food taste delicious? Deep fried foods are tasty compared to the steamed vegetable shit he's eating. Is that why he's cranky?

She's having hot dogs alright, but I'm having rabbit's rump. I hear they're soft and succulent...and lean...very lean and tight.

I have to admit: I feel bad screwing my wife on the phone when she's taking to my father-in-law.

There was a mumble on the phone. By now he should have blown his lid going to a rant about the pounds her daughter is going to gain. Well, he's right in a sense. I'm going to pound his daughter so hard she'll be two months pregnant by the end of this. There's his dreaded weight gain. The picture of our litter pulling at her father's long ears amused me a bit. I got turned on by the idea of our children growing inside her belly.

"Dad, it's ok. Sally gave it to us. You know Sally-Schul!-the militant vegetarian. These are vegetarian hotdogs. You know how much of a meat lover Schulder is. I have to sneak vegetarian food in his plate just to get him to try." My wife was beginning to regain composure. Clearly I must be doing something wrong.

Nice save, though I doubt the father would believe that BS.

No pun intended.

I slowly allowed the tip of my dick to enter and exit building up the pace gradually. Her only supporting arm began to weaken. Her strength was being sapped by my gentle ministrations. Eventually the phone was dropped on the counter. She turned to me, ignoring her father on the phone and resting her back on the counter top, accidentally knocking over kitchen instruments and dishes.

Thank god for plastic.

She lost all manner of rationality and began removing her shirt then eventually her bra, releasing her B cup breasts.

My thrust became deeper and deeper and both of us began to groan and say inaudible things to each other. Ultimately words lost all meaning and everything around us melted in to a haze of sensual pleasure.

I grunted as I increased my pace. I actually lost track of how many times I came and just focused on filling her with my seed. She didn't complain and just tightened the grip of her legs on my waist accepting all that I could give to her while her hands now free began to grip on my horns for support.

Perhaps I was seeing things, but I noticed her belly swell and the tight pressure building up in her cunny. I lost track of time until both of us collapsed on the floor with our mixed love juices pooling beneath us.

When I woke up she was still resting on my chest. Belly still swollen and my seed slowly leaking out of her pussy. The sight made my boner hard again. I was about to wrap her in my arms, until she battered her paw at my rib. I was caught unexpected and the air fled my lungs for a second.

"Don't do that again." She said sternly and then added with her eyes softening: "I'm expecting them soon."

I said nothing except caressed her and then carried her to the room.

Soon, I will be a father.