My Canid Wife Pt. 02

A lot has happened since my last letter.

Coming home from work I worried about what I would find. Would she be shivering on the couch naked? Digging a hole in the backyard? Or maybe just scratching behind her ear with her foot?

None of my fears prepared me for the reality.

It was quiet in the house but entering the bedroom I found a nude man standing behind my naked sleeping wife, apparently jerking off.

Paying no heed to his nudity, or his being twice my size, I rushed in grabbing the man, and yanked him away from her. As he fell back streams of cum flew out onto my beloved’s exposed pussy and ass.

It shocked me to see his huge shooting cock. Then I saw his face; it was the hated Vito.

Burning with rage I struck him once squarely in the jaw, which seemed to hurt my hand more than his face. I threw myself against him with a fury I didn’t know I had, wildly swinging punches.

I landed some good ones, especially the one that missed its intended target but crushed his Adam’s apple instead.

Recovering he came back at me in the posture of a seasoned boxer. One right hook to the side of my head and I felt woozy.

Next, I heard a terribly loud din of growls and snarling coming from behind me.

I was stumbling and falling when a blurred arm reached around me slapping at Vito.

She must have scratched him pretty good because I saw blood squirt into the air.

Vito’s face froze in ghastly dread as he clutched his cock and fled still naked.

While the room was going gray, I realized I should’ve fought the other day instead of letting him fuck my ass. I would have lost, just like today. But it felt good standing up to him anyway.

Turning to help my assaulted wife, the blow to my head istanbul travesti got to me and I crumpled to the floor, losing consciousness, but not before I imagined her to be completely covered in fur.

I was only out for a minute. When I came to, she was cradling me in her arms.

Feeling myself again I was far more worried about her, “Are you OK? Did he hurt you?”

“I can’t believe the savage would come into our home and do that!” Her lip was quivering.

Changing positions it was my turn to comfort and cradle her. “You’re safe now.” I rocked her until she felt better.

When she was over the trauma she took an accounting: neither of us was hurt too bad. But seeing his cum on her most private parts she started to shriek, “Get it off! Help me! Oh, I’m so polluted!! I can’t get pregnant from him.”

My first thought was to get a rag. But her first thought, like an animal that licks it’s wounds, was for me to lick it away.

She rolled on her side, pulling my head with her, “You’ve got to clean it out. Now!.” She begged hysterically, “Now, now, now.”

She managed to jam my face into her sopping orifices, which I attacked, also feeling the need to purify them.

I licked her gash all over, getting into any crevice that could possibly have any offending toxic jizz inside.

Then I started working on her asshole which was also covered in pearly nastiness. I’d never been this close to any girl’s funky bumhole before. Sure, I’ve seen hers during doggy-style, but never touched one, never smelled one, and certainly never licked one.

Once the scum was gone it was basically just skin, albeit wrinkly and darker than the rest.

When I felt we’d gotten it all I was emotionally exhausted. Still istanbul travestileri not feeling she was clean I suggested we take a shower. Luna laughed nervously, “Oh right. I didn’t think of that.” Then She got serious, “Oh, I’m sorry babe.”

In the shower I cleaned her thoroughly, spending as much time hugging her as sponging her. When we finally felt normal again we stood in the steamy water for awhile, with clasped hands.

She ventured tentatively, “I’m sure you hated his stuff. But did you mind licking me there?”

I’ve licked her pussy many times and she knows I like it, which meant she was asking about her ass. “Well, you’ve been smelling me for about a month now…and you’ve even licked mine a few times… so, no, I actually didn’t mind.”

She wiggled her butt against my dick. “Did you not mind enough to do it again?”

I squeezed her tight, my smiling lips next to her ear, “I can do it again, darling. Anything for you.”

She yipped, “mmhruff”

We cuddled up close, watching tv, as much to decompress as to forget Vince: whom I planned to ‘take care of’ real soon.

Fifty thousand things to choose from and there was nothing to watch. Part way through a ho-hum show, Luna slid to the floor, pressed her chest to the rug, and raised her ass high up, presenting her cunt to me for fucking.

I stared appreciatively, first at her hairy groove, then at her asshole with a new thought in mind.

Getting down on the floor I grabbed both tiny buns in my hands then pulling her cheeks apart, I bent low and inhaled deeply.

Her puckered and stretched arse smelled natural and wonderful. It was ever so sparsely decorated with wisps of fine hair, and it pulsed occasionally.

Fearlessly I stuck travesti istanbul out my tongue, dabbing the tender spot. She gave a tiny pleasured whimper.

Encouraged, I went to town, lapping the whole area. When she howled with complete abandon I lifted my face from her ass and joined in. Together we howled, lifting our voices loudly.

From there I couldn’t hold back any longer. I mounted her, driving my cock deeply into her receptive puss.

We grunted and moaned, thrashing around wildly until finally I jammed myself up her cunt, depositing my load.

Mid orgasm, and with her pussy still spasming around my cock, my peculiar thought was: ‘I’d be happy if we made cubs tonight.’

After uncoupling we kinda drifted off to sleep on the couch again, her nude, and me in sweatpants.

When I woke up Michael J. Fox was surfing on top of a car. It was an old movie about a teenage werewolf. In one scene there was a close up of his hairy arm reaching for something – I bolted upright gesticulating at the screen, babbling incoherently.

There was an unmistakable vision in my mind of a furry arm reaching around me, clawing Vito: of blood spurting into the air: of Vito holding his partially detached penis.

Of course, my outburst woke Luna rudely. Seeing what was on, and my reaction, she was clearly shaken. She turned to me, “I guess the time has come for The talk.”

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