Perky Bitch (F~dog M bi inc best cuckold)

(Note: This is work of fiction for adults only; the events portrayed are not based on real events, should to be taken to sanction similar actions in any real life situation)

Laid out in front of him on their bed-- naked, bold and
beautiful,--perched his usually shy, very blonde, way too
fucking smart wife, Kelly. She'd been young when they'd married,
and somehow he'd always known the day would come when she she'd
get her shit together and grow up. He was still groggy from a
long day at the office, but it was suddenly looking like his
Kelly not only had got her shit together, she was cinching it up
tight.

"Good God, Kelly, you can't be serious, honey!" Ken heard his own
plaintive half-shout, as if from a distance. He expected her to
rebuke him for yelling, the kids might hear, but she didn't.

"Yes, I can be serious, hun. And this time I am," his wife
shot back, levelly, not showing a hint of backing down. "He's
mine, and I'm his. I didn't promise him my complete
faithfulness-as a dog of course he expects I'll do other canines
when the chance and mood arise. But not men. And I did promise
him our bed. So you're sleeping elsewhere, from now on. Sorry,
hunny."

The muscular chocolate lab squatting between his blonde wife's
lithe legs looked hard at Ken, stopped his panting a moment, and
gave him a quiet but distinctly territorial growl. Ken winced.
The dog was huge, easily over a hundred pounds. Even the hot
pink nub of dick that still protruded from his sheath looked
thick. He saw Kelly's long legs part slightly wider as she bent
to caress his head and kiss the animal behind his ears. Ken saw
a glistening slick in the dog's brown coat where his wife's thigh
had been rubbing. God, he thought, that's cum. She has been
doing him. He felt his cock stir even as his stomach fell, his
emotions and head roiled.

He felt dislocated, dislodged She had taken him completely by
surprise, her mind totally made up, in that infuriating way she
sometimes had. She was committed, would not budge. But he knew
deep down he loved her that way. The voyeur in him perked, even
as his eyes saw those magnificent nipples perk when the dog
turned his wooly head and is great slab of tongue covered a slick
patch on his wife's creamy nook inside the knee. Perky bitch.
How could he blame her for wanting that? Or, for that matter,
the dog for wanting her?

He loved it, and he hated it. He felt knocked down to size,
and jerked up hard. Only Kelly could ever do this to him.

His poor shy Kelly, all grown up all of a sudden, and going
out for wild oats. He knew she knew exactly what she was doing
to him. He had to admit, she looked good with a dog. With this
one, she looked great. A blonde goddess with a chocolate prince.
Suddenly he remembered he?d suggested once, in a pre-orgasmic
babble of dirty talk, how she?d look hotter than hell ?doing dark
meat.? Well here she was?not exactly what he had in mind then,
but he could see now he?d made his own bed. For this dog to lie
in, apparently.

"Kelly! Our bed? Fuck?..where am I going to sleep,
sweetheart?" he heard himself complaining.

"That,s up to you," His wife answered firmly. "Just not
here. This is Buck's bed now. And in case it's not obvious yet,
I'm Buck's bitch. We're lovers, and we need our space. Isn't
that right, baby? Kelly's all yours now, aren't I , Woogums??"
Kelly cooed as she ruffed the dog's thick brown fur and bent to
rub that cute button nose on his big wet black snout.

With an aching throb, Ken's cock reminded him again of its
stiffness. He moaned another quiet "Fuckkkkkk." He knew a dog
would love those Kelly snuffles every bit as much as he did.
Maybe more. The dog's coat looked matted and soiled from days on
the street. But there was no denying his wife had been fucking
the animal, and probably for most of the day, to judge by the
condition of two of them, and of his former bedsheets.

"Buck is his name?" he asked. He knew his voice admitted
resignation, and yet interest. Kelly had clearly expected that
and it pleased her. She gave him one of those famous blue-eyed
Kelly smiles, the kind that silently said, in that girlish Texas
way of hers, 'I may be this dawg's fucking bitch, but I love
you, hunny-buns.'

"I call him Buck, I just like the name and think it fits him.
He didn't have any ID when he came to the door. That was just
after I got home from dropping the kids at school. He's got a
vaccination tag--it's current but the number doesn't trace out
locally. I called the vets and the shelter. No word on him. So,
he needs a home."

A moment later she added, coddling her lover, "He's a
chocolate lab, hunny. And you know how I am about chocolate."

Ken knew. Chocolates were the gift she loved most to receive
when he got home from business trips. But Kelly had made him
stop bringing them home, because she had no will power to consume
chocolate in moderation, and she had been putting on some fat.
He had been making a lot of trips lately.

"And I guess he needs a bath," She added as she combed her
slender, manicured fingers through the dog's thick scruff, then
ran one hand ran low to close on his thick sheath, working it
like it was familiar. "I didn't get a chance earlier. I was
running bathwater for him but,ummmm..we got busy." She gave her
husband a naughty little grin, followed by a faint blush, her
hand still working down there, nose burying in the nape of the
dog's neck, not seeming to mind at all the doggy smell. She
clearly knew her husnband's eyes were all over her, registering
every gesture. And Ken was just discerning enough, and in love
with her enough, to know he was seeing his wife in the full bloom
of passionate attachment. It had been a long time.

"I've talked with the kids," she said before Ken could get
his balance and think of what to say next. "After they both got
home from school. They've met Buck, and they know about my
decision. In fact they love it. They like Buck, they are into
me being his, and they both said they want to support you so you
don't feel left out. Aren't they good kids?" Again that smile.

"Support me?" He stammered, as rattled by the news that his
kids knew first--or that they knew at all--and were, it seemed
eating this up. He was too tongue-tied to elaborate on his
question, but it seemed she didn't need him to.

"Yes. I talked to Kyla, in private. She knows I consider you
free now, and that you're looking for a place to sleep. That
living room couch is nowhere for a middle-aged back," she
smiled. "She said you could sleep with her, since she has our
old queen bed. Isn't that sweet of her?"

"Sleep...with Kyla?" he heard himself croak, thinking of the
16 year old, with her mom's blonde locks and elegant hips, the
leggy girl just getting into second gear in growing her grandma's
D cup tits. He felt his cock strike high 12 even as he struggled
to catch up with the conversation. His dick was far outrunning
his addled brain. His wife, who noticed everything, noticed.

"In case you didn't know, that girl of ours has had the hots
for Daddydick for a long time now. It wasn't just you and I
dirty-talking about incest, Kenneth. That daughter of yours was
in her room heating up to the very same thoughts. I figured it
out little by little. I saw things that made me wonder, since
seventh grade or so. But lately, it's been as plain as the look
on her face when you're in the room. Even Kevin sees it, and he
has been teasing her. She has the Daddy mocus, bad. I'm
surprised that you haven't noticed. One of those things only a
Daddy could miss, I suppose." Again Kelly grinned, obviously
pressing her advantage now.

That was when it finally dawned in him she was going for the
crown. And he was not accustomed to denying his sweet Kelly
anything.

She paused and waiting for him to respond. His only move was
to put a hand on his crotch, tugging dick with animal instinct,
brain crawling. She pressed on.

"You can try just sleeping in Kyla's room, Ken, but I don't
think that she'll settle for just sleeping. She wants it bad,
and now that I've got Buck in my bed, there's no reason she can
see for you two not to. I think that's one reason she took to
Buck so well." Now his wife grinned at him like the cat that ate
the canary.

"Ohhhh, God..." Ken moaned, his eyes shutting tight. "Care
to tell me that that means? Kyla 'took to' the dog?"

That brought a giggle from his wife, her slender hand now
gripping five inches of semifirm dog dick poking from a chocolate
sheath. That sight burned Ken's eyes good.

"Well, she didn't fuck him, if that's what you're thinking.
She didn't say she wanted to either. But I laid down the law
before she could ask. No fucking Buck. If Buck wants pussy, he
gets mine. I suppose if I catch her blowing him once in a while,
I could live with that. But he's my lover, and that's the line."

Another garbled moan from Ken. A giggle from Kelly, this one
with a wicked little upturn at the end that told him she wasn't
finished with him yet. And a few jerks of that lovely hand on
the red dick.

"Well, that girl may be too proud to fuck a dog. But you
might be interested to learn that she isn't too proud to eat a
mutt's fuck out of a mother's pussy."

"Ohhhh, fuckkk noooo, Kelly, you didn't!" Her husband moaned,
eyes still shielded under the back of his hand. He kind of
looked like he had a headache. Except for that cock pushing the
slacks up.

"I didn't," his wife demurred. "She did."

Ken stood silently, trying to let that register.

"And she was very good," Kelly added, after a moment of
blue-eyed thought. "Trust me, Ken, you could benefit from
eating-pussy lessons from our baby. I don't know where she
learned, but whoever she picked it up from knew what they were
doing. And I'm not sure which she liked best, Buck's cum or
mine. But I think I'm looking forward to sorting it out."

Kelly gave her husband a smokey smirk. If she had a whip, it
would have cracked. Ken knew his wife had always had bisexual
feelings, but never acted on them. Well, maybe never....he had a
hunch there were aat least a couple of little episodes she just
hadn't found the right time to tell him about. As his mind
clicked through this, he became well aware that everything his
wife was doing and saying now had its genesis in fantasies they
had shared. Mostly, he had shared. The dog thing....he'd always
been able to get her to cum with just a few words of that one in
her ear. Damn. Dog bites man story.

Buck had his snout between Kelly's parted legs now, the thick
wet sound of lapping permeating the bedroom. One exquisite bare
foot stroked the thick hair on the dog's broad back. Ken could
see the animal's balls showing prominently, dark glossy brown sac
hanging huge and full under his thick waving tail and puckered
ass. He noticed they were slick with someone's saliva. He also
could see that the dog's balls weighed twice his, maybe more. He
had to admit to himself, even he thought they looked good.
Everything about that dog said "alpha."

Again his wife interrupted his muddled thoughts.

"But Ken, hunny, before you go, there's one more thing I
wanted to discuss. As the mother of our kids, I am going to lay
down one more rule, and it's for their sake. We need to to keep
peace in this family and for everyone to feel loved. and taken
care of. That means we can't leave Kevin out of this. Yes, I
know he's young, but he's sexual. Trust me, I wash his
underwear."

"What are you proposing then?" her husband stammered, suddenly
finding his breath. "You're talking about doing Kevin too?" His
alarm seemed to be growing to match his dick.

"Yeah, that is what I am talking about," his wife purred,
with another wicked giggle. "I talked with Kyla about it, and
she isn't into it. She doesn't want to service her little
brother, and I can't blame her, the way those two are always
squabbling for affection. It wouldn't be right to force her.
And since I;m taken by Buck, that leaves Daddy to fix it." She
watched to see how that came down with her husband. Thump.. she
saw a few more notches slip.

"Fuckkkk Kelly, come on, you don't mean??"

"Ken, stop the whining act," she broke in. "Just relax and go
with it. Let yourself be young again. You and I both know you
used to love sucking dick--you used to tell me about it all the
time. Kev's is a lovely dick...it's perfect for you. And I'm
sure he'll share it, if you treat him right. He may not do you
back, but I'm certain he'll appreciate the quality time. Say
maybe a couple nights a week in his bed? If Kyla gets jealous, I
can take her those nights. Tight squeeze in Kevin's bed, I know,
but you're both boys, you'll manage."

Fuck. She had him. He had many times confided in her about his childhood
escapades as a naive neighborhood cocksucker. That whad been before he
discovered girls, in eighth grade. He and Kelly had both cum
intensely when he shared those stories. Now he wondered at his
judgment. Stupid, stupid Ken, a voice in his head told him.
Couldn't leave well enough alone. Just had to share it. But his
crotch pulsed with a tugging ambivalence the inner voice belied.

The vision before him seared his brain, his wife and that big
dog sprawled lazily on the California king in the room he had for
years shared with her. Then, his eyes shut tight, it was crowded
out by the image of his body sweaty against his son's lean frame,
his Daddy mouth full of youthful dick and balls. His nose
pressing between those tight little butt cheeks...

"And Ken, hunnybuns? The kids need dinner too. Maybe Buck
and I will eat later," his wife said as she rolled across bed,
legs going wide in invitation, the muscular chocolate brute
moving close over her.

Ken knew his wife had him. By the balls and ass. Kelly was
in charge---well, Kelly and Buck. And Buck wasn't talking. He
swallowed the last of his lost alpha pride, accepted the warm peck on
the cheek and friendly pat on the ass from his wife and former
lover, and went to feed the kids. He could hear her heated moan
and the distinct sound of a new lover's tongue sinking deep into
her lovely throat from halfway down the hallway.

"Perky bitch," he muttered.