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Clothes shopping was special to Manny. He only did so two or three times a year, either because a special occasion was creeping up or he simply needed some new digs. With his family living across the ocean in the old country of Italy, he didn’t have too many people to give clothes to as gifts. There were his teammates, of course, and as the star player it was expected of him to treat everyone for their birthdays and on holidays, but he usually just supplied them with fancy watches or whatever suited that particular fellow’s fancy, be it cigars or collectibles. For Manny, buying new outfits was a sort of personal ritual, one he kept to himself and partook in seldomly so that it would feel all the more important. The biggest factor was the place he shopped at, Franco’s. A high end outlet in the middle of Perth, it was owned and run by an Alpine Marmot fellow named Riccardo. He was a fellow Italian, one of the very few who ran their own establishment in the predominantly Anglo-Saxon town. Riccardo was an older fellow in his 60’s whose portly gut liked to walk into a room before he did. Eyes keen for men’s fashion sat behind half-moon glasses, able to draw together the perfect outfit based on a client’s appearance and taste. The banter between Manny and him could last for hours, all while the talented marmot would draw together a stylish get up that would prove perfect for the leucistic mink. It was refreshing for the both of them to speak with someone in their native Italian. Riccardo’s family lived with him in Perth, but according to him, “speaking to my wife in Italian is as refreshing as milk that’s been in the sun all day.” Such playfully scathing remarks, either directed at each other or someone else, would go back and forth between the two men while they spent time together in the measuring room. Manny, clad in only his boxers, would stand on a pedestal before a three-face mirror while the busy Riccardo danced around him with an arm full of different fabrics to compare with the leucistic mink’s alabaster fur color. Manny was an easy client to work for. Not just agreeable and fun to talk to, he fit an olympian frame lathered with muscle from head to toe. A lifetime dedicated to playing soccer had honed him into an athletic star. Tall, wiry legs and a brilliantly chiseled trunk combined to create the perfect scorer. All of that craftsmanship would remain dormant while Riccardo made rapid fire suggestions, often shooting some down before Manny even had a chance to answer. For as much back and forth went on between them, Manny would never argue with the marmot over what looked good on him. “[This… How about this?]” Riccardo asked in Italian while putting a strip of coral blue fabric up to Manny’s shoulder. Manny expected him to take it away before he could answer, but the fabric stayed there long enough for Manny to form an opinion. He stiffened his lip thoughtfully and twitched his charcoal black nose. “[Mmmmm, that looks good, I suppose.]” “[You suppose?]” Riccardo put a paw on his hip and stared impatiently up at his client. “[I’m going to need a lot more than ‘I suppose’. Do you want to put something together or do you want to walk out of my store empty handed and waste my time?]” “[Waste your time? What else do you do all day? Talk trash to every poor soul who wanders in here to buy your overpriced wares? Is doing anything else wasting time to you?]” Riccardo threw his paws up in faux surrender. “Bah. [I should have never let you wander in here.]” “[On that, you and I can agree.]” The insults came with a perfunctory smile on Manny. Riccardo wore that perpetually unamused expression of his, but Manny could tell he was having fun. “[So what do you think?]” reiterated Riccardo, holding the fabric up to Manny’s blaring white fur. “[Yes? No? I think it looks good.]” “[I do too,]” Manny said. “[I actually wore a similar color on a date the other day.]” “[Oh? Did you impress?”] Manny recalled the sinful encounter. “[Yes, but let’s just say it wasn’t my shirt she was interested in.]” Riccardo rolled his eyes. “[Poor girl.]” He pulled away and tossed the fabric strips onto a table. “[I have more options in this color. Some nice pairings and blazers that work nice.]” Manny watched him from the pedestal. “[Well, don’t just tell me about them. Bring them out, old man!]” Riccardo shook his head. “[I swear, if I told your mother how you treat the elderly…]” “[I treat the elderly just fine,]” Manny said. “[It’s just you.]” More looking at clothes and much, much more banter later, Riccardo had a nice outfit put together for Manny. The mink stood tall and sharp in a coral blue button shirt with the collar open. It was decked with a sleek, steel gray blazer and tucked into a pair of bright khaki slacks. The more Manny looked at the sweet coral blue shirt in contrast to his pale face and eyes the more he liked it. Riccardo stood behind him with his arms crossed, feeling proud of what he’d put together. “Perfetto,” Manny said. “[Yes, I’ll take it.]” “[I thought you would,]” said Riccardo. “[I expect you to impress that lady friend you mentioned. Will you see her again?]” On that, Manny wasn’t so sure. Part of him thought not, but a bigger part of him hoped. “[Maybe. I don’t know, but if I do I’ll be sure to put this on.]” Riccardo put on a rare smile. “[Good. She will love it.]” Manny went to the changing booth and put his regular clothes back on. He’d come in with a baggy white t-shirt and gym shorts. A plain baseball cap sat on his head. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone that day, or get recognized. Coming out of the dressing room brought him into the main floor of the shop where all of Riccardo’s suits and clothes items were illuminated under a brassy glow. Riccardo was at the front desk personally ringing Manny up. Manny headed in that direction, already reaching for his wallet. Then, a woman called his name. “Manny!” It came from his left, so close that she made him jump. Manny turned and saw a Bernese Mountain dog standing just a few feet away, between an aisle of designer jeans and a counter full of dress shirts. Colossal hips filled most of the space between them. Barely thinner were the two huge breasts pressing into her t-shirt. Long, wavy brown hair fell down to her shoulders, matching the fur that framed the white under portion of her beaming face. A purse was slung over her shoulder; one paw gripped it out of sheer excitement from recognizing the man in front of her. Manny recognized her instantaneously and almost fainted. “Oh! H-hi. Ehm…” “Dina!” she reminded him with a chirp. “Do you remember me?” [How on Earth could I forget?] His previous encounter with Dina was here at Franco’s over four years ago. Dina was with her husband, a short, soft-spoken Golden Retriever fellow who was a fan of Manny’s. That was the day Manny had forgotten to cover up his musk smell. Dina had caught a whiff, and the married couple decided that they should introduce Manny to cuckolding. The changing booth Manny had fucked Dina’s brains out in was only a few meters away. He remembered her husband sitting there, watching, waiting for Manny to cum inside her so that he could clean the creampie with his tongue. On a day of three different random sexual encounters, that one was seared most vividly into Manny’s memory. He laughed awkwardly. “Ahah, yes! Of course. I remember you and your husband.” “Matt,” she said. “We think about you a lot! So nice bumping into you here again!” “Yeah! Yeah. Um…” Manny looked around. “Is Matt here?” He saw Riccardo at the register still, waiting for Manny’s conversation to come to a conclusion. The last time this had happened Manny was rather abruptly torn away from the tailor. He didn’t want that to happen again. “No, no. I’m here getting something for his birthday.” That was a tremendous relief. “Oh! Very nice. What are you getting him?” Something like a mischievous smile pulled at Dina’s lips. Manny wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not. “Oh, I was just going to get him some nice shirts. Is there anything you recommend?” “Ehm, no. You can ask Riccardo.” Manny nodded towards the marmot who was still at the register. He was answering a question that a customer had, fortunately buying Manny some time. “Tell him Matt’s size and what looks good on him and he’ll set you up.” “Oh, I know Riccardo. He’s helped us before. I know everything that looks good on Matt. I know what he likes too.” Manny knew she wasn’t talking about clothes. He laughed uneasily. “Ahh, so do I.” “So how have you been doing?” she asked. With a casual tilt of her hips she made it clear that she wanted to talk. “Matt and I watch your games whenever they’re on TV. You’re very good~” That was definitely not about soccer. “Well, thank you. It’s, ehh, flattering when people watch me play.” He looked over at Riccardo and saw that he was done talking to the customer. “But yes, I’m doing fine. It was very nice to see you!” He turned and made his way towards Riccardo. Dina followed. “Yeah, it was nice seeing you too. Are you doing anything today?” Manny’s heart did a flip. [This crazy woman. She’s got to be kidding!] Against his better judgement, he answered honestly. “Ahh, no, not really. I was just going back home after this and hanging out.” He made it to the register and produced his wallet and card to pay. He turned halfway to see Dina hovering behind like a shadow, her bountifully round frame stuck in his proximity like they were gravitationally intertwined. He hoped being close to Riccardo meant she would keep the conversation PG. “Why do you ask?” He knew the answer, and still he asked. The tip of Dina’s tail made a cameo from behind the outer flank of her ass as it did a happy wag. “Oh, I just wanted to catch up. Chat a little. I came here wanting to get a gift for Matt, and I think I found just the thing he wants.” Another lascivious grin. Manny felt his cheeks grow warm. He smiled stupidly. “Oh, I see. Ehm…” Riccardo leaned forward over the counter. “[Is she bothering you?]” he asked in a hushed tone, correctly assuming that Dina didn’t speak Italian. Manny waved him off. “No, no, no, [she’s fine.]” Riccardo nodded ‘OK’, but kept a close eye on Dina. “Of course, it’s totally up to you,” Dina went on. “I’ve just been thinking about the last time we met a lot and thought of how fun it would be if we hung out again sometime. It would be a great early birthday present for Matt. He’s a crazy big fan of yours. So am I.” Manny thought about Matt. How meager and shy the guy had been up until the moment he started asking Manny to fuck his wife in front of him. In the changing booth where Manny was balls deep inside Dina, Matt started to fall under the sway of Manny’s musk and dove his snout right into the source. So strange, so pathetic, and yet Manny remembered how cute the couple looked together. He pictured the Golden Retriever in front of a TV, watching Manny on the screen as raptly as he had in the booth, cheering his name whenever Manny scored a goal. Manny laughed to himself. He hoped Matt was doing alright. If his birthday was coming up, then maybe he could do this one thing for him. “Yeah,” Manny said. “Alright. I think I can do something for him.” He shot Dina with a suave smile. “And for you.” A wild squeal belted out of Dina, startling Riccardo and everyone else nearby. She flew into Manny, arms wide open, and pulled him into a bone-popping hug. “Ohhhh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Matt’s gonna love it!” The air in Manny’s lungs came out with a wheeze as he patted Dina’s back. “Oooof. You’re welcome!” Dina gave him an extra squeeze before letting go. Her tail was wagging like crazy behind her. She eased off and held him by the shoulders at arm’s length. “You have no idea how much this means to me, and how much it’ll mean to Matt.” Manny took her paws off his shoulders as politely as he could. The warmth of her body still rang through his frontside where she’d pressed into him. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll love it. So will I.” “Come on. Can we talk about it outside?” “Um, sure. Let me just…” He turned around and saw Riccardo smiling patiently and holding Manny’s card between his fingers. “Go ahead,” he said. “You two have fun.” Manny took his card back and winked. “Oh, we will.” Manny turned around to see Dina already at the store entrance, waiting on him eagerly. He made his way there, chuckling to himself. [How many times is this going to happen to me? Am I complaining?] The two of them exited through the revolving door and found themselves in the parking lot. Dina made a short jaunt away from the entrance so as not to be heard by any customers coming or going. Manny followed, eyes on the bombastic bounce and jiggle of her ass behind those overburdened leggings. He could see the indent her underwear made on the soft, malleable flesh and looked forward to relieving her of it all. She came to a stop and faced him with that conniving smile. “So, you’re not doing anything today,” she said in a low voice. “Do you mind coming over to my place?” “Well, sure. Where do you live?” “In Weasley, just a few minutes from here.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. “It’s twelve after one. Matt gets home at around 5:30.” “Well, that gives us plenty of time to get ready for him.” Dina’s smile unfurled from the teeth, turning it from mischievous to something downright malicious. It made Manny’s blood curdle in a way that also made his dick start to get hard. “No, quite the opposite, in fact.” Manny frowned. “What… What does that mean?” “It means we have plenty of time to make his gift for him before he gets home. We’re not going to wait for him.” “Wait. We’re not? Then how-?” Dina cut him off by taking a step closer, bringing the frontal cusp of her giant bosom into the range of his breath. He saw himself in her eyes; he looked small and frightened. He certainly felt that way, but with a serious mix of arousal. “Follow me to my house,” she said in a low tone. “And I’ll show you.” * * * Matt got home from work right after a short walk from the metro. After the typically monotonous hours at his desk he could look forward to whatever Dina had prepared for dinner. It was always a boon to his mood seeing home truck into view from around the street corner. It was one slab of a long strip of homes. He came down the sidewalk in an untucked button up shirt with the tie sagging down both shoulders. His feet always hurt at the end of the walk home, but with the front porch in sight he could already feel the relief of peeling off his shoes and plopping down on the couch with the smell of Dina’s cooking wafting in from the kitchen. He climbed the front porch and unlocked the front door. There wasn’t a single chance to take his shoes off, for the very moment he stepped inside he was struck square in the nose by a mighty strong scent. He stood there holding the door open with a nose huffing the air involuntarily. Sniff-sniff-sniff-sniiiifffffffff. “Oh shit,” he said under his breath. A great wave of ice swept through his blood and into his feet. A great throb added pressure onto his loins, making him wince. Another long sniff hissed through his nostrils, crinkling them. Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffffff. A violent shudder rattled him. He looked up the staircase on his right where he could tell the odor was wafting down. He tried speaking, but his throat was closed. He cleared it, then shouted, “Dina?” “Up here,” came the response. Matt slammed the door shut behind him. With newfound energy he bolted up the stairs, skipping every other step. Midway to the second floor he found himself in a cloud of that melodious funk. He breathed it in through his mouth, triggering a flood of saliva. He made it to the top. The bedroom was on his right where he knew the scent was pouring from. He all but sprinted into it, barging through the door that was ajar. Disappointment. There was Dina, alone on the bed, clothed in nothing but a loosely tied bathrobe and a pair of panties that were sunken deep into the flesh of her hips and the crack of her ass. She was on her side with her head propped up on her elbow. The man Matt could smell hanging in the air so heavily was nowhere to be seen. “Hi there, sweetie,” said Dina. One paw drifted across the sheet in front of her. Her fluffy dog tail thumped the bed at a lazy tempo. “How was work?” Matt swallowed all the slobber in his mouth. “Ah, fine. Work was fine.” He looked around for signs of someone else. His office chair was tucked under the desk across from the bed. The sheets were all neatly tucked beneath Dina. Everything was where it was supposed to be, except for Dina who was in bed, looking at her husband sleazily. “Is… Wait. Um… Is… he here?” “Oh, you mean Manny? That soccer player guy?” A teasing joke given how much the couple talked about him in the intervening years. Dina liked to recount the story in bed with Matt. The pair would both be naked except for Matt’s chastity cage which kept his willy all locked up and tight behind a steel barrier. The tale of how she’d fallen for the athlete’s heavenly musk- that which lingered in the air currently -and let him fuck her in the changing booth would be whispered into Matt’s ear while she massaged his sorely choked balls. Matt would sit in front of her, begging for her to go on while the memory played in his mind as clearly as it did when it happened. If Matt was lucky, she would let him cum that night, though most of the time she would make him fester with a pair of raging blue balls. A bad case was flaring up at the moment while his penis demanded exit from that cruel cage hidden in his tightey-whities. “Y-yes,” he stammered. “He was here? Did he fuck you?” Dina gave a quizzical tilt to her head, letting all those gorgeous brown waves of hair spill onto the bed. “What do you think?” Her words were like a scythe to Matt’s loins. The most pitiful shudder made his knees almost give out from below. Bitter frustration and pleasing embarrassment made his peepee throb angrily inside its prison. “Oh… OK.” He hid his paws behind his back and fidgeted them. The heat of his face was betrayed by the blood color visible even through the layer of gold fur that covered him. “Did it feel good? Did he make you cum? Did he cum inside your pussy?” The questions rolled out of him with all the abandon of someone meeting their childhood hero and wanting to know everything there was about them. “Ohhhhhh, baby~” Dina rolled onto her back with a swoon. Her open legs were aimed at Matt so that the triangle of beige fabric that covered her cunt was plainly visible. Stretched across a soft ocean of white underbelly fur, it possessed a milky glisten where Manny’s cum was gushing out of her quim and into the brutalized garment. “He fucked me sooooooo goooooood. I came so hard.” She rubbed one paw down her tummy and onto her pubis where her fingertips traced a sexy circle. “He came so deep inside my pussy, right into my womb. Ohhhh, I can feel it squishing around inside me. God, there’s so much of it.” The moment he’d seen it all a gasp sucked into Matt. The aftermath of his wife’s adultery lay injected in front of him. His instinct was to dive right in, but he needed permission first. “Can- Can I-” His words came fast and breathless. His paws came out from behind him to begin fidgeting in front of his chest. “Can I eat it, please?” “Mmmmm, of course.” Matt all but dashed his way to the bed before she stopped him with a cruel “But!” Matt stopped with his paws on the foot of the bed, ready to vault him face-first into Dina’s recently-used cunt. He looked up from her snatch to see her raising a single finger. The robe was almost all the way open in front of her tits, offering a teasing preview of her rosy areolas. “Buuuuuuut, first you’re going to have to watch all of it.” The paw not holding her cucky at bay reached behind her underneath the pillow. She pulled out her phone and handed it to Matt. “It’s in Photos. The very first one.” Matt saw his flummoxed face in the onyx reflection of her iPhone. He took it from her with a timid paw, gulped the lump out of his throat, then hit the on button. In her photo gallery were the few odd pictures she had taken recently, none of which were outwardly lewd or pornographic. That was except for the 31 minute long video that had been taken today at 2:13. The thumbnail was of a bare chested Manny, a cocky smile on his face. Matt’s heart almost leapt out of his throat. The first slick of precum pulsed into his cage. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tapped the video. Manny’s image filled the screen. He began to move. “Hey, Matt! It’s your buddy, Manny!” he chirped in his amiable Italian accent. Just hearing it added lead to Matt’s stomach and made his knees knock together. Seeing the mink animated and alive on the screen he held in his hand, not on some TV screen as an athlete darting across a field, was so surreal it nearly made Matt faint. His voice rang out of a tinny phone speaker, and yet it sounded just as loud as it had been in that cramped changing booth. “It’s been a long time! Remember the last time we met, at Riccardo’s, yeah? Pulled your wife into the changing room and fucked her stupid. Good times.” A stupid smile lifted Matt’s lips. He very nearly answered the question as if it was Facetime. Of course. How could I ever forget? Matt looked at the time bar at the bottom of the screen. 31 minutes. That’s how long until he’d be able to eat Manny’s cum out of Dina’s pussy. That meant watching the process of it being made. That made it worth it. Dina crawled over and knelt behind Matt to massage his shoulders while the video went on. Her tremendous bosom consumed the back of his head while her fingers dug into his tensed deltoids. The video went on. Manny’s grin became downright jolly. “Well, I was shopping there again today, and guess who I bumped into!” Manny blurred his way out of frame as the phone panned over. Immediately the screen was consumed by the image of Dina’s huge ass with its white, heart-shaped saddle of snowy fur framed in a golden brown. She was bent over the desk across from the bed, the very one Matt could see if he just looked up from the phone. It was a familiar sight, those two huge mounds of ostentatious blubber dimpled by a storm of cellulite. The line dividing them was an unfathomable trench as tall as a person. Her tail was in a dainty curl above it, flaring the soft white underfur. It wagged softly, enjoying the attention Manny and future Matt were giving it. Dina of the present rubbed Matt’s shoulders more deeply. She could feel him tensing up as he watched exactly what another man had seen of his wife’s nudity. “It’s Dina! Your wife!” cheered Manny, as if Matt wouldn’t have recognized her gargantuan hindquarters. She peeked over her shoulder at the phone and delivered an adorable finger wave. “Hey, sweetie~” Matt couldn’t help but chuckle softly as a great pit opened in his stomach, threatening to make his innards collapse. His free paw went to his crotch and fingered his cage mournfully. “Yeah, small world,” narrated Manny. “Went shopping for some clothes when she spotted me. Told me she needed a good fuck like last time.” The camera transitioned back to Manny who wore a disappointed look. “You telling me you’ve been neglecting an ass like that all these years?” Back to Dina’s fat rump. The camera closed in on it so that it consumed the entire frame from end to end. Matt could all but feel the heat of her holes on his snout. “No sir, an ass like that can’t be left alone, can it? That’s why she came to me. Mm-Mmm! Look at it.” A sinewy arm reached out from left frame. The paw sank into the plush of her left buttock and gave it a tight squeeze. It sank around his digits like a haughty dough and wobbled dramatically when he shook it around. “So fucking pretty. Too bad it’s married to a cuck like you.” Manny’s paw swung out of view and came careening back to deliver a nice, big swat across her blubber. THWACK! The afflicted cheek rebounded like a balloon of jello. It crashed into its twin and shook for a full second. There was a murr of delight as Dina’s tail wagged faster. “That’s right,” cooed Manny. “Your bitch likes it. That’s how you gotta treat an ass like that.” His paw reached for her cheek again, this time sinking the thumb into her crack so he could pull it apart. Light filtered into her canyon, illuminating the thin underbelly fur and those two raunchy cavities. There was her candy tail star, the wrinkled leather winking automatically upon feeling the tingling inspection of two men’s eyes. Just below were her blushing pussy lips, fat and juicy with a gnarled crevice of pink. “Mmmmmmmm, look at that,” Manny said in a low growl. His paw traveled from her cheek and crossed the middle and ring finger over another. They dove into her sensitive woman flesh to the knuckle, finding her girl spot and caressing it with a firm yet gentlemanly clawing motion. Dina gasped and shuddered. “Ohhh~” Matt’s blood filled with ice as he watched Manny’s fingers saw in and out of her cunt, drilling her for some of that sweet moisture. Manny brought the phone closer to the act, bringing focus on the finer details of her folds and how much it glistened in her juices. A cliff of tummy fat hung in front of it. The inner velvet would bulge and stretch with the pull of his fingers. Matt could hear the tiniest squelch as it pushed the other way. Dina moans echoed from the other side of her. Matt tried turning up the volume, but it was already at Max. He turned his ear towards the speaker, but not all the way. He wanted to keep an eye on the screen. Manny's fingers went soft and slow. They were absorbed to the root, feeling for every inch of her greedily clenching sex flesh. A slag of arousal drooled off his ring finger and wagged dramatically each way Manny’s paw moved. “Oooooh, so fucking wet.” His fingers came out positively soaked. Manny put them close to the camera and turned them around like a showcase. The focus went blurry for a moment before correcting into a sharp, crisp image of Manny’s dense, bony white fingers lathered to the skin with Dina’s oil. “Yeeeeeeah, look at that. You want it bad, don’t you girl?” “Yes…” whined Dina from what sounded like afar. Matt recognized that tone. He didn’t have to see anything on screen to know she was in a desperate heat, that which could only be quenched by a real man’s cock. “Mmhmm,” agreed Manny. His paw disappeared for another air-hissing spank. Thwack! While Dina moaned her appreciation, the shot of her backside retreated from her and jostled randomly for a moment before facing the bed. A pillow was seated near the edge. Manny put the phone up against it, making the screen go black for a second before transitioning to the frontal camera. The next shot was of a nude Manny half bent over, making sure that the phone was in place. He took a step back so that he was mostly in frame with Dina’s plumpness looming behind him patiently. At last Matt got a view of his cock. That hellacious fuck thing hung from Manny like a comatose python. Its onyx black shaft carried a fat, round cock head which swung around the upper curves of his knee caps. Matt had the privilege of seeing it in person once before, but time had faded its true scale. It was gargantuan, appropriate with the size of Dina’s nearby posterior. Matt groped the cage in which he seethed. He wanted Manny to fuck her so badly. His thumb was ready to drag the buffer bar forward a few minutes, but why spoil the build up? Dina wanted him to watch every minute, so that’s what he was going to do. Manny returned to the desk next to Dina and faced her so that they were perpendicular to each other. He helped himself to a double-pawed grip of Dina’s haunches and shot an oafish grin at the camera. “Mmmmm, look at that!” he growled. “You don’t even know what to do with all that ass.” Another playful spank. An increasingly impatient Dina swayed her butt in his direction so that the flank was pressed into his thighs and loins. “Yeahhhh, she wants it. She wants it baaaaaad.” He reached for his penis and pulled it out over her haunch. It fell with a meaty flop on the upper slope and sat with a lazy curve all big and black. Dina swayed her booty against it, juggling the hellacious half chub lazily. Manny rewarded her by grabbing a handful of butt fluff and massaging it. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Manny huffed at her. “Get that dick nice and hard like you want it. Mmmmmmm~” Matt bit his lip. A tiny, insignificant “Fuck…” hissed through his lips at the sight of Manny’s pecker seated atop Dina’s swollen throne like a big, black flagpole. His own measly pecker was still woefully trapped, leaking like a faucet behind its stainless steel cap. A dark stain colored the fly of his shorts. His face was ready to melt. If not for his wife holding him from behind he would’ve ripped them off and fingered himself to completion right then and there. “Enjoying it, are we?” asked the current Dina. Matt let out a huff and chuckled. “Yeah. A lot.” He looked back up at her. “How did you find him? I mean, what were you doing at the clothes shop?” Dina just smiled and kissed his wet dog nose. “Getting you a birthday present. I got lucky.” She grabbed his chin and gently directed his attention back to the phone. “Now watch.” Manny was still massaging her bum and having his cock fluffed into an erection by Dina’s loving rump. She would arc it in a saucy circle, drifting that burning man meat across the upper slope of her buttock. Her tail scythed through the air, whooshing the fur and beating it against Manny’s abs. It wasn’t long until he was at full staff. All that dick sat on her like a log with its threatening veins webbed through the ebony like cruel, aching fingers. He made it bounce with a throb of his floor muscle, further demonstrating its vitality as well as its heftiness. “There we go,” Manny said. “Right where we need to be.” Dina wasted no time. She stood up from the desk and turned to face him. The two lovers kissed with Manny’s penis pressed into the dimpled chub that was Dina’s hip. She grabbed it with one paw and began stroking it hard while her lips and tongue dashed with Manny’s loudly. The audio was rife with the sound of mouth smacks, the suction pulling their lips and swapping spit. Manny was still latched to her ass with one paw. Matt couldn’t see the other, but he had no doubt it was latched to some other juicy part of her that both men liked. After some more heavy smooches Dina parted from him and slowly got on her knees, smiling up at the mink as she did. She murred at the sight of his cannon aimed directly at her face. Matt saw her nose twinging within range of his musk and found himself sniffing the air to get a hint himself. It still lingered, but it was nothing like huffing at the source. Dina went into it with a tiny smooch on Manny’s tip before loosely wrapping her lips around the head. A gentle murr came through her nose as she suckled him with one paw gripping him mid-shaft. Her other paw cradled the nuts and rolled them about the plump softness of her pawpads. A fan of scent brushed past Matt’s nose. It triggered a steep inhale, the hint of Manny’s taste as if the mink himself had materialized right next to the cuck. Instead it was current Dina’s half-parted maw sighing on her husband’s cheek, imbuing him a heated dick breath. She kissed him at the same time her past self began bobbing her head on Manny’s cock. A venomous shiver bled down Matt’s cheek and to his stomach. His fingers clenched around his cage which felt tight enough to retract into his pelvis, dragging the balls in with it, emasculated and worthless. “Oooooooooh, that’s a good girl~” cooed Manny’s voice from the phone. His paw went to the back of Dina’s head. A single sinew of muscle would pop within his forearm when he tugged on her, forcing an excited rhythm that made her locks of brown hair sway dramatically. Her cheeks imploded around the vacuum of her mouth. Sucked to the girth of Manny’s dick, her lips made a firm yet feminine shuttle across the upper half of his pecker. What she couldn’t cover with her mouth- which was a lot -she chaperoned with one gyrating fist. The sounds were rude and uncouth. Shcllk. Schllluk. Shcllllurk. Schlllp. It got a cackle out of Manny who was biting his bottom lip. “Mmmmmm, you kiss your husband with that mouth?” As present Dina was proving, yes. Those were the lips Matt had kissed on his wedding day so rapturously wrapped around a superior man’s breeding tool, a sinister injustice that made Matt squirm with delight. Past Dina’s soft chuckle was muffled by Manny’s penis. She slid off him with a faint and crisp mwah then looked up at him with a bright smile. Her paw continued jerking him while she spoke with a tear of spit on her bottom lip. “Ohhh, he loves it when I put big cocks in my mouth. He’s a good cucky.” She looked at the phone on the bed and the future Matt beyond. “Isn’t that right, sweety?” With eyes locked on the camera she reinserted Manny’s penis into her mouth and bulged it against her cheek with another ghastly sucking noise. A soft gasp pulled into Matt. “Yeah,” he whispered, answering her. The Dina on the screen couldn’t hear, but the one smooching his jowl could. “Mmmm, that’s right you are.” Her paw came into his lap and brushed his fingers aside so that she could tap his cage with one, assertive claw. “Is it tight in there, sweetie?” Matt’s cheeks felt ready to melt. Dina’s kiss spit was a coolant as much as it was a catalyst. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe…” The way her finger claw ran an orbit around the cap had him seething. Her purr rumbled against his neck. “Mmmm, I know it.” Then she kissed the side of his neck. On the phone Dina was back to blowing Manny head on. She pressed him to the throat, clogging herself with a gross ulk. Her jaw went slack, lips furled over the teeth. A short and steady jackhammer of the head impaled her gullet while a thread of milky drool fell down her chin and onto the floor. Matt looked up from the phone at his desk. It was strange seeing the space in front of it after watching Dina and Manny commit adultery in front of it for so long. He thought he saw a couple of dried puddles where Dina’s saliva had fallen. More of it was gobbing out her mouth as she throated Manny. The mink was slouched backwards on his feet slightly, supporting himself with a fistful of Dina’s hair. His face was tightened into a pleased scowl with his teeth scraping across his lip on occasion. “Ohhhh, momma. Si, that’s it. Ohhhh, fuck. Suck that fucking dick. Ohhhhhh, yeah~” He pulled on her hair and held on. Dina’s throat sounds went silent. Her face scrunched as she fought off a gag and tried to relax. A phlegmy hiss echoed out her throat where the air tried to spurt past Manny’s throbbing cock. He let her go eventually and she gasped sharply while pulling back. She put a paw on her heart and gulped. “Oh my God… You’re so fucking big.” She grabbed his pole and spat a wad of froth onto his cockhead to resume stroking the shaft. “You’ve mentioned that once or twice now,” Manny said smugly. His paws were on his hips akimbo, happy just to watch Dina make merry with his organ. “Mmmm, because it’s true.” She gave his pecker a couple more smooches. Her other paw was in her crotch, gently fingering that simmering flower between her thighs. “God, I’m so fucking wet. Hahhhh… I want you to fuck me so bad.” Manny caressed her face with one paw and tutted. “Tch-tch. Hear that Matt? She’s begging for it. You haven’t been neglecting her since we last met, have you?” Matt’s face grew a degree hotter with some added guilt. Past Dina smiled up at Manny and came to her husband’s defense. “No. Matt’s my sweet boy. He knows how to take care of me.” Her gaze came in line with Manny’s cock. “But not like this big fucking dick can.” Manny, satisfied with her worship, patted her cheek. “Come on then. Let’s get you to bed and have a proper reunion.” Dina thought he would have never asked. Manny helped her to her feet like a proper gentleman and strode to the bed with her in tow. A wave of excitement pulled at Matt’s gut. Even on that small phone screen it was like Manny was joining him in bed where he’d been waiting like a good cuck. Manny’s mitt came for the screen and picked it up. The frame was full of his palm for a few moments. There was the sound of Dina getting on the bed. Manny’s paw came off the lens for a view of his bare abdomen before the view switched back to the forward camera and captured Dina on her tummy, perpendicular to the mattress with her curled doggy tail and giant, tubby ass all but aimed at him. The mink purred his satisfaction at the sight and landed a paw in the expansive blubber, pulling that one haunch aside for a view of her broad pink tailhole and the gnarled cunt flesh just south, its juices seeping into the sheet below. “Yeeeeeeah, look at that,” growled Manny as he ran his paw into a circle, smoothing the fur of Dina’s asscheek and making it whisper. The arm came out of frame for just a moment and returned as a violent blur that struck the haunch’s broadside. Thwack! A rippling tsunami tore through the curves of her hips and upper thigh. Dina cooed and wagged her tail. Another growl from Manny, deep and carnal. “Mmmmmm, that’s fucking beautiful.” Matt happened to agree. He watched as Manny continued to play with Dina’s hindquarters. The woman in the present was hugging him from behind with her chin laid on his shoulder, watching along with him. Her tail wagged as eagerly as it did on the screen, the afterburn of Manny’s gropes and pinches still ringing like it had just happened. Most delightful was when the mink upturned his palm with the middle and ring fingers extended to make a gentlemanly excursion into her cunny. The Dina experiencing it lifted her head with a gasp. A lazy squirm of the legs brought them sliding across the bed sheet while Manny’s two digits made a cruel back and forth across her girl slit. The wet squish sounds were soft and delicate, but more than enough to explain how wet her pussy was. Matt’s nose twitched at the air on reflex and caught more of her arousal, but not without the heavier, haughtier presence of Manny’s cum. “Ohhh, that pussy’s wet. Yes sir,” grumbled Manny. “Ohhh, she wants it. She wants it baaaaaaad, don’t you girl?” “Mmmm, yes~” pouted Dina. “Yeah, I know it. Ready to cream on this dick, aren’t you?” “Yes~” she huffed. “Yeah. You’re gonna cum like a good girl. Cum on this dick again and again.” It wasn’t a question. A sultry moan from Dina, the first of many. “Ohhhh… Yes, Manny…” That was more of a line of approval than an answer to his question, functional as it still was. The first few quivers tugged at her glutes and hamstrings, making the blubber wobble sharply. “Yeeeeeeeah… That’s a good girl.” Manny’s two fingers came out with a sparkling sheen of her cunny juice. They delivered one more hearty spank across the ass before he made a command. “On your knees. Bring that ass up for me.” She obeyed in an instant, shuffling quickly onto her fours so that her titan of a backside hovered on the same plane as his pecker. A slovenly tentacle of her pussy juice drooled from her cunt to the edge of the bed where it flattened into a sizable wet spot. The thread broke when Dina gave her ass a slow and sexy shake that brought the buttocks crashing into one another for Manny and her husband’s enjoyment. Both men savored the sight, Manny more presently as he tilted the camera down for a top down view of his cock which sprouted from the bottom frame on its own for several inches before the white of his abs and pelvis showed up. It had lost some of its stature which he regained with a few ardent strokes from his free paw. Once back to size he closed the distance on Dina and laid his scepter on the upper slope of her crack, parting the snowy white of her saddle with a veiny, Plutonian onyx. Matt started breathing faster. He had to readjust the grip on the phone, it felt ready to drop out of his paw. It was so hot, so fucking hot. Put it in her, he begged. Put that big cock inside her, please. Manny, as if reading the cuckold’s mind in the future, retracted his pole and brought it in line with Dina’s slavering cavity. Their sexes made contact with a slow shove. Her curtains sank and then parted around him, swallowing the head in one fluid move. A deep, joyous sigh was had by them both. The tension in Matt’s body ruptured, leaving him feeling like a puddle. Yes. God, yes. He watched all that black column vanish into Dina’s feminism in one slow push. Manny’s hips sank into the plush cushion of her backside. Dina moaned. Manny growled through his nose. Matt bit his lip and whimpered. It was perfection. “Ohhhhhh, yes~” cooed Dina. “Yes… So fucking big… Oh, I love it. Ohhhh…” She pushed back on Manny until her buttocks were flat against his pelvis and her gently wagging tail brushed his abs. The mink rewarded her with a paw pressed firmly on her lower back, that broad erogenous spout he pushed and kneaded. “Yeah,” he hissed. “Bring it back on this dick.” Dina performed the opposite by pulling off him and drifting off his cock to the mid-shaft. Matt saw the glimmer of her pussy juices on its vascular facade before it was consumed by her once more with a saucy, backwards drift. The action repeated at a torpid cadence, the whole of her body riding that exorbitant length with her sorely stretched pussy lips singing and sucking every inch of the way. Phht. Phht. Phht. Phht. Phht. Manny made sure it stayed in frame as he panned the camera up to see the back of her head as it would swoon this way and that with her soft brown locks bouncing. Matt was mesmerized. “Holy shit… That’s so fucking good,” he huffed. Present Dina rubbed his chest and smooched his cheek. “I’m glad you like it.” Matt scoffed. “How could I not? You’re so fucking hot riding his cock like that.” “I sure was.” “It felt good, didn’t it?” The soft and sincere moans echoing out of the phone’s speaker were indicator enough. “Yes it did. He’s so big. It feels so good when he’s inside me. He makes me feel like a woman.” A worm of jealousy wriggled up through Matt’s chest and into his throat. He gulped it away and squirmed his legs. “Yeah, I can tell. You deserve a big cock like that.” “Mmm…” “I could watch him fuck you forever.” “And I could let him fuck me forever.” Both their tails were wagging. Caught between his back and Dina’s knees, the tip of Matt’s tail thumped the mattress. He licked his lips. “Yeah…” The scene continued with Dina’s huge rump shuttling across the length of Manny’s pole. The athlete’s breeding tool would disappear and reappear so effortlessly, carving away at the sweet inner velvet Matt’s own measly pecker had not enjoyed in months. Manny purred behind the camera, narrating her performance in whispered swears and mumbled Italian. “Sì, cavalca quel grosso cazzo, mamma~” His strong, beefy paw would slither into frame on occasion to make a trip across one of Dina’s haunches, massaging it and giving it soft, loving spanks. Dina would moan her appreciation. “Ohhh… Yes~ Oh, it’s so big… Huhhhh… I love it so much… Ohhhh~! Huhhhhh… Yes… Yes~” “You want me to fuck you good, don’t you Dina?” Manny asked. “Mmmm, yes please.” She emphasized the request with a firm backwards push on his pelvis where she flattened her Jovian cushions on him. A womanly wiggle of the hips brought home the level of need. “I wanna cum on that fat dick of yours. Ohhh… Please~” Matt could all but see the smirk on Manny’s face while he chuckled. “You got it, mamma.” The image switched back to the face camera and showed Manny’s shaky, nude image run away as he placed the phone back up against the pillow. Matt saw the profile of his wife on her paws and knees, her gigantic reversed bass clef of an ass up against Manny’s torso. Her tits hung heavily from her chest, swaying in the air like ripe papayas ready to tumble from their branches. Manny stood upright at the edge of the frame, visible from his knees to the collar. Dina looked over and saw herself on the phone impaled on Manny’s cock. She gave a tired, sexy smile and a wink that punched through the plexiglass and into Matt’s heart. Manny swam his paws around Dina’s ample curvature before palming the upper swell of her ass cheeks. A gentle push and withdrawal of the hips brought his cock out in the open with its unbreakable silhouette against the yonder wall, a bridge between the two lovers. His thrusts were polite at first, timed with the guiding tugs on Dina’s buttocks. Matt could see the power in his glutes when they clenched, drawing a deep shadow across the dimple that would form. Those wet, rhythmic sounds were much louder now. Phht. Phht. Phht. Phht. Phht. Practiced to perfection, not a micron of energy was wasted. Matt was not so deft. He all but tore through the crotch of his shorts with his thumb claw trying to get through his cage. The cuff was choked into his balls, squeezing the two poor nads together like juicing fruit. Another swear grunted through his teeth. Dina cooed at him. “Is it tight, sweetie?” Matt unclenched his jaw and exhaled. “Yeah, baby. Fuck, I can feel it leaking.” “Awwww, it’s leaking. Here. Let momma take a look.” A graceful paw removed Matt’s grip from his crotch. Dina unbuttoned and unzipped him before reaching for his cage, kindly jerking it out of his briefs and into the open where it gleamed around his chubby plums. A film of liquid silk clung to the cap and seeped through the pores and the pizzle slit. The fleshy, metallic smell wafted into the open where it made Dina’s nose twitch. “There it is~” She pinched the skin between the balls, pulled it taut, then gave it a playful wiggle. That brought some oxygen back into his nuts, further electrifying him and drawing a sharp gasp into his maw. His cock pulsed out a thickish tear of precum which sloughed down the face of the cap and wetted the sheath fur. Dina tutted. “So full. How long’s it been since I let you cum, a week?” Matt gulped. Every involuntary throb was an inch closer to the edge, a sharp line he rode precariously. Dina’s voice, soft and sultry, jazzed in his ear and fried his brain. “Nine days,” he said. “Nine days,” she said, pretending to be impressed. “Poor thing. You wanna eat the creampie out this pussy and cum like a good boy, don’t you?” Matt had managed to forget about Manny’s load still lingering inside Dina. Watching the process of it being made on the phone managed to distract him. He could feel it between her thighs behind him, the thought of its hot and lurid taste making his mouth water and his penis rage. “Yes, momma…” “Mmm, I know you do.” She let go of his scrotum. The skin sank back into place around his orbs, back into their place in the cuff’s draconian choke. “But first your gonna finish watching Manny fuck me, OK?” Matt expected as much. The added tension made him start to vibrate. “Yes momma.” She pecked him on the cheek. “Good boy.” Matt’s attention was brought back to the phone by Dina’s rising moans. Manny was fucking her good now, paws on her hips, heaving into her cheeks and clapping them on his pelvis. Fuhp fuhp fuhp fuhp fuhp. Dina’s whole body rocked with him. Her head was down, hair fallen over her face as it swayed rhythmically. A paw was at her clit, dipping at it with one finger while her upper arm was pressed into her breast. Matt saw her forearm twitching where the tendon was moving, working to pour on even more delight. Behind the veil of soft brown hair her mouth was open, belting out moans and pleas for Manny’s cock. “Huhhh~! Oh yes! Fuck me… Manny… Huhhhhhhhh… Oh my God it’s so fucking good. Ohhhhh… Yes… Yes~!” Manny’s head was out of frame, but Matt could hear the smug grin on his face in the way he talked to her. “Mmmmm, mamma. Così buono. Mi piace tantissimo guardare tutto quel sedere rimbalzare.” Neither husband nor wife understood a word, but more than felt the lascivious burn behind each syllable as they huffed out of him. “Ohhhhh, fuck… I’m cumming… Yes! Huhhhhh! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” Sharp inhales pulled her maw into a full gape. Her voice spilled into a bubbly squeal. “Heeeeeuuuuggghhhhh ~~~!!!” A sudden jump of her feet into the air from the sheet combined with a plummeting groan heralded her climax. Her head jerked backwards, letting the bangs fall along her ecstasy-contorted face. Her groan carried out along a waving pitch thrown by Manny’s still-humping hips. The mink let out a victorious hoot. “Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah, cum for me, mamma. That’s a good girl.” He fucked her for as long as he felt her pussy grip spasming. He slowed to a stop, but not before hurling a playful spank across the topside of her ass and making it jiggle. His cock unsheathed her, putting on display the rippled clot of white pussy cream he’d drilled from her. It was tied near the root, demonstrating how deep he’d fucked her. Once the head popped out he proudly lifted it and let it sit along her crack, a flag atop the mountain. Even through the numbing bliss of cumming her brains out Dina was able to grind on him slowly. Matt’s stomach had been turning into a knot since she said she was about to cum. It reached an apex of tightness upon hearing that sound she’d made so many times in front of him before. It only began to relax once Manny’s dick was outside of her, though it wouldn’t fully settle so long as Matt could see how lathered it was in Dina’s cum. Matt licked his lips. What he’d do to clean up for Manny. “God, that was fucking amazing. You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum.” Matt was on the brink just from watching. “Awww, you’re too sweet. It makes me feel beautiful too.” She saw another tear of jizzum leak through Matt’s cage. She touched it with one finger and drew it upwards into a long, loathsome thread that broke a few inches into the air. “There’s more where that came from. He fucked me so good. Just watch.” A scoff sighed out of him. “Don’t worry. I am.” Past Dina did a sexy flop onto the mattress, panting hard with her finger dug into her pussy. Manny stroked his dick with one paw to maintain his erection as he watched the woman he’d fucked squirm and quiver. “That’s good, yeah? Love how that dick feels, don’t you?” Manny ducked his head into frame and smiled at the camera plus hubby in the future. “She likes that. I love fucking some married pussy.” So crass. Matt’s toes curled in their shoes. “Mmmmm, yes~” purred Dina, her voice muffled by the sheets. She rolled over and swung her legs open as wide as they would go to form a runway of chubby white underbelly which fed into her swollen, needy feminism. “I want you to cum inside this married pussy.” Manny whistled. “Look at that.” He reached for the phone and flipped it to the forward camera for Matt to see Dina all splayed out and ready. Her fingers swam the length of her flower, squishing the labia and exposing that glistening inner rose color. Manny closed in on it, leaving no detail of her battered sex flesh uncaptured in pristine 4K. The pearl peeked back like a curious little nymph just north of that gnarled cavern. Nappy white pubes consumed the upper frame while the start of her ass crack siphoned into the bottom. Dina moved her paw so future Matt could see. In current time Matt was inches away from the real thing just behind him, but seeing it through Manny’s perspective had an extra allure that kept the cuck transfixed. “So pretty,” whispered Manny from behind the camera. “Pussy like that drive a man wild.” Matt concurred; that he hadn’t got to experience its caress himself in so long would’ve made a lesser man suicidal. Here he sat watching a superior man take his wife while frothing at every moment. “It’s that cock that’s driving me wild,” said Dina. “Stop looking at it and put your dick inside it. I wanna drain those balls of yours.” Manny cackled. “Aye, mamma. I can do that.” Manny craned the phone out into a side view of him and Dina. Half the mink’s handsome face was visible in the corner, atop that lissome trunk of strength and vitality. That ebony anaconda hung in the space between him and his prize. His spare paw stroked it back to shape, then homed the tip back into Dina’s cavity. Her tummy rose around a soft gasp. “Ohhhhhhhh, fuck~” She laid her paw on her pubis to feel that great, dense mass snake its way back into her. Her fingertips went into a tiny orbit around her clit. “Oh fuck, that’s it. Ohhhhhhh…” Manny bought himself some leverage by leaning forward and putting his paw on Dina’s shoulder. It made holding the phone out awkward, but he managed to keep Dina and himself mostly in frame even as it shook with each of his humps. They were delivered in long, rolling thrusts, swinging the balls and burying most of his cock. His abs crunched visibly and the hamstrings bulged. His mouth was blown into a soft O, panting around his pleased huffs and grunts. It would curl into a grimace by the insistence of Dina’s cunt grip which was enough to sink into the Mink’s solid cock flesh. “Ohhhhhhh, merda. That pussy feels so good… Fuck,” he growled. Dina’s jaw was pasted to her collar, watching herself getting fucked through the great chasm between her breasts. “Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck this married pussy. Ohhhhh, yes… GOD you fuck so good. Ohhhhhhh… Yes… Yes… Please… Oh fuck…” The sinful growl of her voice had Matt fingering his cage in a manner not dissimilar to how Dina fingered herself on the screen. Manny’s jaw broke open into an ugly groan. His thrusts lost their grace, becoming clumsy battering rams. “Ohhhhhhh, fuck. I’m close, mamma. I’m gonna cum.” Matt met the announcement with a soft gasp. Present Dina gave him a squeeze. Past Dina started begging. In a single, hurried breath, “YesyesyesOhfuckingpleasuefuckinggiveittome please. Yes. YES! YES!” Manny’s lips pulled into a ferocious snarl which opened into a groaning roar. “Eeeeyyuuuuughhhhhhhh~~~!!!” His thrusting hit a snare, dragging to a halt as the fury of his orgasm ripped out his loins and into the depths of Dina’s ready and eager pussy. A frightening bliss shook his inner thigh muscles, swelling them to the surface in a semi-painful clench and spasm. Matt could just make out the rhythmic pulse of his cock muscle, each sudden swell the mark of a rope of cum beating into Dina’s womb. His rush of hot molten love had Dina tossing her head back and hollering at the ceiling. A twitch of her own rattled the blubber of her thighs while her fingers carved that circle around her clit. A sharp gasp would pull in through her maw, inflated as her lungs already were until the moment a blissful, ugly moan rolled out of her. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeeeeees~ Manny, baby… Mmmmmmmmmmmm…” Matt was ready to pop. “Oh fuck.” He gulped hard and wiped his mouth. Present Dina swam her paw into a circle on his chest. “You like that?” she purred into his ear. “You like seeing that big dick cumming in my pussy?” “Ohhhhh, yeah, baby. Holy shit.” His toes curled in their shoes, scraping the heels on the side of the mattress. The smell of the creampie he’d just seen created smelled like a fog, heavy and moist, scratching the throat and making Matt salivate even more. He gulped again and kept watching. A huffing, puffing Manny swam in a current of euphoria, his chiseled and sweat-dappled chest rising. “Hahhhh… Huhhhh… Santo cielo… Holy fuck… Hahhhh…” His panting broke into laughter. “Wow. That was incredible.” Dina took more time collecting her thoughts amidst the orgasmic disarray. Slowly her breath gave way to laughter, then a sultry purr. “Mmmmmm, yes it was. Oh my God. You fuck so good.” “Mmm, and you’re so good to fuck.” Dina giggled. Matt blushed. Manny’s chin fell into his neck to watch himself make a slow, loathsome retreat from Dina’s cunt. He let out a huff. “Fucking hell.” He seemed to remember the phone, reaching for it and consuming the frame with his palm until it switched back to the forward camera. There was Dina’s blurred torso, shifting into center frame with a scratching barking out the speakers. There was Manny breathing hard, the pride of what he’d done rolling out of him in a smug growl. The frame came into focus. There was Dina’s tummy, those sweet rolls of snowy white chub rising to the cadence of her breath. There was Manny’s pecker between her open thighs, losing stature quickly, hovering proudly over the sheet and its massive wet spot he’d created. Her cunt was splayed something awful, those battered wings of girl flesh pulsing visibly with each quiver. “Oh, yeah,” said Manny. “Oh, that’s fucking beautiful.” Matt agreed wholeheartedly. “I feel beautiful,” groaned Dina. A paw went to her crotch, rubbing two fingers around her pubis and its thatch of fur. “God, it’s so fucking good. Mmm, I can feel it.” There was a terrible, wet plop sound as her next shudder belched a fat slug of Manny’s cum. Sloughing from the inner curves of her cavity, it made a dreadful ooze down her inner buttock, then down onto the cunt-sodden bedsheet. She gasped and shook again, triggering another wallop of hot Manny nut to gush free with another gurgle. Manny ran a finger and thumb down his pecker, squeezing the last bit of his seed onto the womanhood he’d vanquished and milking himself for a small bit of pride and pleasure. “Yeah, that’s how you treat a pussy like that, Matt.” Being addressed directly made Matt squirm. “Yeah it is,” he all but whimpered, agreeing with the stud who’d bred his wife. He gulped and turned to his wife whose chin lay on his shoulder still. “Can I eat it now?” “The video isn’t over,” she said in a soft, remorseful voice. “You’ve still got 16 minutes left.” An involuntary huff of impatience. “What do you guys do next?” Dina kissed his cheek. “Watch, and find out.” So that’s what Matt did. With the cap of his cage drenched in cock drool and his balls feeling like lead weights, he did all he could do at that moment and watched his wife continue to cuckold him as he so enjoyed. The shot of Dina’s used pussy fell aside rather unceremoniously as Manny put the phone aside. He switched back to facecam and put it back on the pillow so Matt could see him lay atop Dina and begin making out with her. He was wrapped up in all four chubby limbs, tied by the waist with Dina’s ankles crossed in the air over his buttocks. Their kisses were soft, luxurious, deliberate in their mood so that they may savor the mighty afterglow beaming through them both. Not far in the future, Matt could only sit and stew in his arousal only inches away from where the scene was happening. A few minutes passed and it seemed the two lovers had forgotten that they were recording. Dina found initiative in whispering to Manny, telling him to roll over. He did so lazily, that floppy black pecker swinging out from his crotch like a sling with a thin tail of cum whipping out from his dillhole. He made sure to smile at the camera, either as another playful jab at the man he was cucking or in admiration of how he looked on screen. His attention came back to Dina as she climbed atop him with one chunky leg craning over him and a sling of cum drooling from her cunt and settling into a long thread attaching itself to his penis. She saddled him by the hips, splaying her pussy lips on his breeding tool and urging a needy throb out of him. A sexy chuckle was had by them both while admiring each other’s beauty. Dina laid herself down on him and the two resumed kissing. Her breasts and belly hung heavy and soft from her torso, growing flat against Manny’s rigid physique. His beefy arms wrapped around her. Her curled dog tail wagged merrily through the air. Matt watched them kiss, begging with an inconspicuous squirm for Manny’s cock to get hard again so that they could fuck one more time and finish things. He saw Dina’s buttocks clench and then curve forward, grinding on Manny’s pecker with her own impatience and insistence. Between their lip-tugging smooches Matt could hear the mink grunt and huff through the discomfort of being so firmly, lovingly humped into stiffness again. A few hisses of his own would fall out of Matt as his penis suffered in pleasure against his cage. Present Dina was there to massage his shoulders, secretly delighted in her hubby’s turmoil. Dina of the past pried her lips from Manny’s with a crisp smack. Sitting upright, she began a more concerted grind down the length of his pole, swaddling it in the moist warmth of fluids she’d made herself and that Manny had put thereps. Her tummy would arc upwards with each forward hump, creasing the folds of chub on her tummy and making her massive tits sway to hypnotize the overwhelmed Mink. Manny held her hips, grimacing. She bit her lip and smirked devilishly at him. “Ohhhhh, fuck…” he hissed. “Mamma, gonna kill me doing that.” Her claws raked at his abs and their layer of snowy softness. “Mmmm, then you better get hard for me. I want you inside me again.” A throaty chortle from him as his hands went to her tits, pulling on one teat with a playful, assertive pinch that made her gasp. “And I wanna fuck you, but be patient, OK? You’re a good girl, you can do that for me.” He shot a look towards the camera. “Do that for us.” Matt shuddered, both for the reference to him and hearing Dina called a good girl. Past Dina reacted similarly, pouting and then sighing theatrically as the attention to her nipple made it go hard. “Mmmmmm… I’ll try~” So she said, a claim made bunk by her intensifying grinds. Both men suffered the wait as best they could. It was then Manny brought her to a stop with a paw on her belly. “Alright. Nnf. I’m there now.” A giddy Dina removed herself from him, unveiling the massive black rod that stood symmetrical with Manny, raging in its firmness as well as pain. Manny soldiered through, picking his dick up like a flagpole until it was pressed by the underside against Dina’s quim. She was forced to lift herself higher, then higher, then higher again so that he could stand erect in full. Thighs stretched to their absolute, Dina made quick to grab him and sit down on his summit, swallowing it with the most effete pressure and reclaiming the top couple inches. “Ohhhhhh-hhhhhhhh fuuuuuu-uuuuuck~” Sharp inhales snapped at her lungs while she made the slow plummet to his hilt. “Oh shit,” growled Manny. His paws went to her ass, a double-clutch of doughy dog haunch which he pulled apart for appreciation of their heft. “Bounce on that dick, momma.” That redundant command was being obeyed before the breath was out of his lungs. Paws on his chest, Dina hurled her ass up to mid-pole and threw it back full force, a titanic wave of muscle, fluff, and blubber come crashing down on the mink and the bed supporting him. A cadence was struck, steady and with all the virulence burning in and out of her. The impacts were wet, sloppy, visually a blur on the screen with the shining boomerangs of sex slime that would fly off their violently meshing organs. “Oh fuck!”cried Dina, her head thrown back, jaw slackened to its widest. “Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes! Huhhhhhhhh! FUCK~!” PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP! Manny gritted against the storm, not so-placid in how he would draw down on her ass cheeks, the tendons bursting in his forearm. “Sì, mamma! Rimbalza su quel cazzo per me! Mostra al tuo cornuto come si muove un culo così!” Nothing was understood by husband or wife besides ‘mamma’, the rest filled by naughty and humiliating words fueled by horny imaginations rampant and confusing. Dina responded loudly in voice and in body, throwing her backside into a bombastic blur and all but pulverizing her lover’s pelvis. “OHHHHHH~! HUHHHHHHHHH~! HUHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!” Matt’s jaw clenched. The grip on his cage tightened, inducing a slug of precum to come throbbing out from its pizzle hole. His face was in the same blazing pit of denial, unable to temper the heat of his cheeks or the coming hyperventilation. The world outside the screen faded into a gray, marbled abyss. Not even his wife, the real woman of the present hugging him so dearly, seemed to be real with such a vivid scene before him, its surreal glow the only visual in a shrinking box of horny thought and yielding consciousness. From sweet lips that tickled his ear, a whisper. “It’s OK. It’s almost here.” Matt gasped like a man out of water. The darkness retreated, and for the first time in minutes he pried his gaze from the phone. His eyes hurt, a small distraction from the agony in his balls. “Suh-sorry. Fuck. It’s just so hot. I-” The lump in his throat threatened to choke him. Gulping it away was as much a challenge as getting the next word out. Dina laughed. “Shhhhh, it’s OK. I know it is.” She hugged him to her collar, reminding him of the warmth of her bosom and muffling the scream-moans emanating from his paw. The noises came back in full when she released him, but his attention was on her smiling, bare-breasted beauty in full. “Just wait a little longer. Manny’s gonna cum inside me again and then I’ll let you eat it out of me, OK?” Matt felt how stupid the grin that came to his face looked. “O-O-Ok… Hehe…” Dina giggled with him, then they both turned their attention back to the video. Dina’s tempo had withered, if only because of growing fatigue. So close to cumming, her moans lost in volume what they gained in pitch, breathy squeals close to bowling over what her throat could turn into sound. Manny drove her along with a single thumb at her clit, jamming and jiggling it full speed while she crammed on his pole. His own climax was on the horizon, dulling his focus and drawing out some loud moans of his own. “Ahhhhhhhh, fuck! Ohhhh! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!” His face scrunched into a ferocious snarl before whipping backwards into the bed sheet, pulling taut the cords in his neck. He broke into a terrific roar, bellowing from the depths of his gut which heaved upon the first rope that blew out of him. “Uuuuaaahhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!” Dina came full-force alongside him, thrown there by his burst of seed and oppressively pressing thumb. Her loins glued themselves to his root. Head backwards, spine pulled into an arch with her breasts jutted, she let loose a trailing caterwaul whose syllables decrescendoed off twitchy tongue and a trembling throat. The muscles of her thighs bulged wildly in tune with the heaving and collapsing of her gut. It hit Matt like a freight train. An involuntary croon harmonized with what came from the phone, synchronized with another trail of precum sloughing from his cage. Spasms took hold of his thighs, siphoning the strength from his core and making him timber over backwards into Dina. “Oh fuck… Dina, baby…” She purred and rubbed his tummy. “I know, baby.” She carefully took the phone from his paw and tossed it aside. It landed screen-down on the bed spread, the sounds of her and Manny’s postcoital breathing muffled to insignificance. She slid from behind Matt, easing him onto his back like some wounded warrior. The ceiling tilted into his view, soon eclipsed by when she straddled his torso, knees sinking into the mattress astride his shoulders. She lifted the tail of her robe from her ass, revealing a rotund shelf of blubber-pockmarked haunch flesh parted so cavernously in the middle. A waterfall of heat and smells poured forth, falling smack onto Matt’s blushing face. His eyes sparkled at the sight of her intimates, that crudely parted cunny visible through the fabric of her cum-lathered panties. It stuck to the super fine furs of her inner crack, highlighting the crude yet petite shape of her pucker. In his slackjawed awe of such carnal beauty, his throat crusted with the taste of her adultery, thick and potent with Manny’s sexual prowess. Dina smirked down at him over her shoulder. “You want some of this, baby?” she asked in a small voice, twisting her body just enough to make that titanic posterior sway. Matt tried to gasp, but his lungs were already full with sex stink. He coughed and sputtered. “Oh God. Dina baby, please.” “Shhhhhhh, I know it. Here it comes.” She pulled her robe higher to grab her panties. They began a slow roll down her hips, audibly peeling from her sex flesh and drawing with it a thickish column of Manny’s cum from her cavity which gurgled nastily. Plblblblffff. A pitiful shudder from Matt. “Ohhhh…” Dina drew her panties down as far as they could stretch. Ass fully exposed, she made a jerky backwards shuffle so that it hovered squarely over Matt’s face. She tilted forward, laying a paw on the mattress, then let out a tiny grunt. “Hm.” Pblbblblblblblffffffff. The fattest wad of hot Manny batter excused itself with a bubbling belch. Sloughing off the inner curves of her pussy lips, it made a sluggishly quick plummet into Matt’s near vision where it blurred in his crossed-eyes. What to do next had been drilled into him by this point. His maw opened wider with an “Ah” as Manny’s load made landfall on the back of his tongue. The shivering delight which rippled through his throat and into his loins made his eyes roll into his head. Hot, heavy, unforgivingly musky, it settled near the back of Matt’s throat where he was forced to make his first grateful gulp. The string of cum was cut off by his lips, building there for a moment before he opened again and started lapping at the thread. Dina heard his swallow and purred. “That’s my sweet cucky. Eat it up.” Her free paw went to her pussy and began massaging out more wads of cum. “Ohh~ That’s my good boy.” “Ehhh…” “You love eating cum out this pussy, don’t you?” “Ehh-hehhhh…” “Mmmmm, yes you do. That’s my little sissy. Ohhhh… Eat it all up. Gooooood.” Matt caught every sliver for as long as it came up until it thinned into an airy spindle that broke in the soft bedroom breeze. Dina wouldn’t torture him anymore. She brought her ass down on him, landing his snout in the flesh between her two holes. Matt’s world went black between the wet, burning hug of two giant haunches. They flattened on the sheet beneath his head, consuming everything to the scalp in gossamer butt blubber. Dina saw no more of him, hidden inside the veil of her robe where the shape of her tail wagged against the silk. “Mmmmmmmmmmfff…” groaned Matt. That masculine taste all musky and metallic burned at his tongue and nose, squashing against the nostrils and forbidding any breath but through his maw. That, too, was obstructed by the fat, boiling pussy splayed against his lips, gushing what oils it had left to spare. Even without the mother lode there remained a bounty which he lapped at dutifully, sweeping the length of her crease with his tongue and wriggling his snout against her inner cheeks. “Mmmmmf. Gulp. Mmmmmmmmgh. Gulp. Mmmmmmmm~” Dina sighed blissfully, gracing him with a womanly twist. “Ohhh, yes, baby~ That’s it. Ohhh~ Lick it up for momma.” His licking tore at her thigh muscles, reigniting the sharp spasms that had struck in the wake of her previous orgasms. Her nipples grew hard with a shiver. “Mmmmmmm, yes~ That’s my sweet boy.” Her hips swung forward, drawing Matt’s snout across her crack before coming back with a feminine toss of her ass. That was the start of some long, thorough grinding. “Eat it up. Eat it all up~” That’s what Matt did. An unceasing tongue drew at whatever portion of her ass was there on his mouth, either her splayed pussy or her tweaking tail hole. He snorted, snuffed, and huffed at it all, groaning throughout and whimpering as the heat of her inner ass built into something like an oven, dousing the both of them in sweat which he consumed just as greedily. “Mmm. Mmmm. Mmmmmmmghff…” “That’s a good boy,” she sighed. “You wanna cum now?” “Mmmghf! Mm-hmmmmm…” “Mmm, I know you do. Go ahead. Be a good boy and cum for me.” No hesitation. The tip of his middle finger dove into his purse, parting those swollen eggs and further tightening the skin that held them. There was the root of his peen, sensitive to the touch, aching so terrifically, beaming like a light when he began to finger it violently. “Mmmf! Hmmmm! Hmmmmm!” Dina grinned at the pathetic sight. The jingling lock was music to her ears, the gushing precum a sight to behold. She noticed the phone nearby, laying face down. Picking it up she saw that the video had ended, the final frame a blurry shot of Manny’s chest. Ignoring the man dining on her asshole and masturbating furiously, she opened the camera app. * * * Manny was on his couch wearing nothing but a fluffy crimson robe. Kicked back, his bare feet crossed over the ottoman, he was enjoying a rewatch of one of his favorite TV shows. It had been a special day. A new outfit hung in his closet upstairs, and a special ache thrummed in his cock which sat over the top of his left thigh, impressing a slight bulge against the fluff of his robe. This wasn’t quite how he had planned to spend the rest of his day, but with some new threads and empty balls he thought he’d treat himself even further. Bzzt-Bzzt. His phone was on the ottoman next to his feet. He sat up and reached for it. A notification told him an unknown number had sent him a video. A grin pulled at his features as he sat back, unlocked his phone, and went to his messages. The first thing greeting him was the thumbnail of Dina smiling, the great canyon between her breasts left exposed by her robe. Manny snickered. He paused his show, then hit play. Immediately there were the sounds of snorts and grunts offscreen as Dina made her intro. “Hey, Mannyyyyy~ How are you? Wanted to say thanks for today and to tell you Matt loved his present.” She lifted the phone for a top-down view of herself. She knelt with open legs on the same bed Manny had fucked her on only a few hours ago. There was movement beneath her and the robe where Manny could hear Matt gobbling on the aftermath. Manny couldn’t see any of him except for his shiny gold tummy left uncovered by a lifted shirt. “I told you he would, almost as much as I did. We can’t wait until next time.” “Hrrnnnnghhfff!” The interruption was from Matt who’d reached a desperate climax. Dina’s eyes turned towards it, and she cooed. “Awww, there it is.” The camera switched forward to show the rest of Matt. His pants were down to his ankles and his briefs pulled just below his hips. He was twiddling his balls, drilling himself for a fountain of milky cumspurts which spat and then oozed from his cage cap, sullying his finger and the choking steel. “That’s my sweet cucky. Loves eating your seed out of this pussy.” Manny scoffed and put a fist in front of his mouth. “Jesus.” The camera flipped back to Dina who lifted it above her head again so that Manny could look down her back. She came off Matt’s face, allowing him a gasping breath. She lifted the curtain of her robe to reveal a face glazed in Manny’s cum from the brow to the neck. One eye was stuck half shut. He coughed and sputtered with a star-befuddled gaze which barely came to focus on the camera above him, showing him how pathetic he looked. “Say ‘thank you’” commanded Dina. Matt gulped and spoke in a tiny voice. “Thank you, Manny…” “Mmm, that’s a good boy.” Then she sat on his face again. There was a muffled whimper, then silence. Dina brought the phone back down in front of her and gave a cute finger wave. “Thanks again, Manny. I can’t wait until next time.” She winked and blew a kiss. Then the video ended. Manny was left there with nothing but a morbid chuckle as his reaction. His phone was tossed back on the ottoman before he hit resume on the remote. “[Crazy couple,]” he said as if anyone was there to judge him, wondering when the next time Dina would “bump” into him and he could get in that ass again. Maybe, he hoped, Matt would be there for it. THE END