Cuckolding Bliss

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Choosing a Better Stud

"Runt, you never had a cock big enough to satisfy me."

The dog whined, his eyes downcast, staring at the carpet, the variations in the grain of the fibres. He had picked out that carpet for his wife, the Dalmatian proud that he had been able to do something to help. It was only later that Darien had found out that, while he'd been homemaking, buying niceties for their first house together, that Cora had been fucking her boyfriend back home in the bed that he had not even slept in yet.

Such was the way of a cuckold husband.

His wife towered over him, but he could not lift his head, nose tipped down, a strange mask-harness over his head that Darien did not know the name of. A series of straps and a leather flap around his cheeks made sure that he kept his head tipped down, restricted in the limits of his movement, a leather strap connecting the headwear to his thick, leather collar. That was always in place when he was in his home, letting him know just where his place was.

Cora, a slender German Shepherd with hips to die for, pushed her cunny in close to his nose, beside the bed, though she was not alone. Whereas he was tied down, a spreader bar between his thighs as he knelt there, cock and balls dangling weakly, there was another dick, one that was far more powerful than anything Darien could ever hope to boast. The wolf's nuts were fat and heavy, bulging with the promise of a heady load inside, jiggling with the slightest shift of his movement. Darien flinched but he could not escape the fat length of the wolf's cock, a more powerful cock than his, one that was actually worth fucking his beautiful, gorgeous, sexy wife.

The beta Dalmatian had never been worthy of it. He should have known that right from the start.

The wolf came with a lazy snarl on his lips and a look of greed in his eyes. Thick fur covered his body, making him look even larger than he was already, muscle layered beneath that fur, heavy and ready for action at a moment's notice. His power was not to be denied, though Darien had not even been graced with his name, only knowing him as "The Stud", for that was exactly what the wolf was to him.

The wolf's dick poked between Cora's legs, showing off his full, meaty length, how the knot was already trying to swell. Yet it was not as if a single round would tap him out like it would for Darien, oh no: that was not the way of being the breeding stud that the wolf was. His tongue lashed out against the side of his muzzle, arms around Darien's wife, groping her hips, her cunt, taking a breast in each paw.

"And you thought nobody else would ever fuck your wife again, did you, runt?"

He joined in Cora's mocking of him, though, to be fair, it was not as if he didn't have far more interesting things to focus on, like the feel of Cora's nipples against his fingers, the needy, sensitive nubs. She arched back against him, grinding onto his cock, letting it slip through the slick wetness of her folds, Darien whining and pulling at his bonds. Yet he could not even shuffle with the spreader bar in place, lest he tumble over, swaying and tensing muscles that were not strong enough even to support him properly, struggling to remain upright.

"Oh... Your cock is so much bigger than the runts..."

"That's why it's not him that's breeding you, hot stuff. Ready for a litter of my pups?"

Darien flinched, straining, but could hardly see, turning his eyes up as much as he could, just to catch the tumble of legs falling back onto the bed. His wife was on the bottom but there were no more words to be shared between them as they kissed fiercely, tongues tangling, moaning into each other's muzzles, the tan and black markings of Cora striking against that of the wolf's grey fur.

He whimpered. He wasn't a runt, but he could not deny just how his cock ached and throbbed up to full hardness, though it was nothing to write home about. They were right about him. What kind of husband was he when his pathetic little cock was so small that it couldn't please his wife even then? He'd tried, oh, he'd tried. He'd tried so hard with his tongue and his muzzle, licking up deep inside her, tongue swirling over her G-spot, yet orgasm after orgasm would not be enough for Cora when she could have a stud with a prick to match.

And that was exactly what she'd chosen, allowing him to bend her legs up, knees pushing closer to her shoulders as her legs bent. She never did that for him but, being that she was quite into her yoga still in her late twenties, her flexibility was a part of her that he could not help but adore. The slop of another cock powering into her vulnerable folds, his wife's breathy gasp: those were the keys to pleasure that he was forced to enjoy from a distance, cock throbbing and aching even as his wife lay back to enjoy her stud-wolf.

"Yes, stud, fuck me... Breed me like he can't!"

Oh, he knew she was putting on a show of words there just for him and loved her all the more for it. Straining and whimpering, he put even more pressure on his neck and head, the collar pulling, solely to look up a little more, to keenly take it all in, nose twitching. The scent of sex already lay heavy on the air, an ebb and a flow of passion that he knew he could never live up to. There was something more there, a delight and a raunchiness, the taboo nature of his wife getting taken by another male, a bigger stud, right there before him alluring in such a way that his cock glistening with pre-cum.

He should not have been wet, not already, but there was still very much a part of him that wanted to be involved, to have his nose pressed up into the join of their bodies. He wanted to be close, to help, to clean her pussy tenderly of his seed after he had creamed in her - and yet he knew too that they wouldn't have wanted a single drop to go to waste.

"Yes... Unff... Fuck!"

Cora squealed, clawing at her partner, hanging tightly onto him, claws digging in, though that was not enough to dissuade the stud from fucking her, slamming in over and over again. He held onto one of her legs, helping her to bend it up, though it was hard to push past any of Cora's limits in that regard when she was so sexually willing.

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