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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Carol snorted in disgust as she stood glaring at the rubbish bins left standing in the Henderson's driveway. It was Tuesday and they were out already, a full day before their trash was due to be collected! Carol had done her duty and informed them of this when they first moved in, she had also sent out email reminders as well as messages to everyone's mobile phones...twice! The plump Angus cow dressed in her running tights and sports top stomped her way along the well-manicured lawn path to the Henderson's front door to begin knocking loudly.

"Honey, it's not even 7am yet..." Clifford her slender meek coyote of a husband called after her.

"They should have thought of that before ignoring the HOA rules!" Carol snorted angrily back at her cowering husband.

A few minutes of insistent knocking later and a bleary-eyed Mrs. Henderson reluctantly opened her door to the sight of a glowering Carol. "Oh, it's y..." the feline said with a hint of annoyance, or at least tried to before Carol cut her off.

"Your bins are out in the driveway, which as I have specifically reminded everyone, collection is on a Wednesday and on a Wednesday only. Not a Tuesday and not a Thursday, on Wednesday!" Carol huffed.

"Sorry Carol, the baby has been sick and we haven't been getting much sleep..." Mrs. Henderson began to explain, but was promptly cut off again.

"Being a bad mother is no excuse for running a sloppy household!" Carol snorted back with a haughty expression.

"Excuse me?" the stunned feline asked.

"Now honey, best not say something we'll regret. Pardon us Sally; she gets a bit cranky when she doesn't have anything in her tummy..." Clifford tried to offer an excuse for his wife's behavior.

"Sounds like she needs more than a snack in her, with an attitude like that, she needs to get laid...no offense Cliff," Mrs. Henderson replied before slamming the door shut on Carol, just as the plump cow opened her mouth to say something else. A baby's cry sounding from somewhere inside, followed by a "Are you fucking kidding me?" from the other side of the front door.

Clifford did his best to usher Carol away from the Henderson's before she made any more of a scene than she already had. He heard what their neighbors said about his wife, and him for that matter. Everyone in the neighborhood thought Carol was a bitch, especially since joining the HOA and having a bit of power over her neighbors had seemed to give her an over-inflated opinion of herself. They all thought Clifford was a spineless wimp and that she ruled the roost back home, which wasn't far from the truth. It wasn't that she dominated him exactly, it was just that he loved her so much and only wanted to make her happy. Unfortunately lately it seemed like her happiness came at the expense of their once friends and neighbors happiness...and his manhood.

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"Hey Abel, check this out!" Kane called out to his twin brother, holding up his phone for the identical large ebony wolf to have a look at. Able dropped his weights to the floor with a loud thump as he stood up and walked over to his brother.

"A MILF?" Able asked curiously.

"Not quite, no kids. But if she did have brats, she'd definitely qualify," Kane grinned back.

"Okay, so what's so special about this bitch?" Abel asked in confusion.

"I signed us up on a kind of dating app, she's keen. Got the little cuck husband and everything," Kane's grin grew broader at the surprised look on his brothers face.

"What kind of app let's twins register?" Abel asked, the beginning of a grin touching his lips.

"This new thing called Pred8R, bitches sign up looking for a thrill with the big bad preds. This fine piece of rump wants a home invasion scenario, wants to be completely helpless as two studs...that's us...force their way into her house while her husband is out and fuck her nice and hard!" Kane almost laughed.

"Wait, so she wants us to go to her place and fuck her?" Abel asked with measured skepticism.

"Damn straight, even picked out a safe word and shit. If she says "Karen" we're supposed to stop," Kane explained as simply as he could.

"Karen, what kind of safe word is that?" Abel asked in confusion.

"Fuck knows, but if you're up for fucking this bitch, her husband will be out of town Thursday," Kane offered.

"Fucking A, I'm in!" the two wolves high fived before bumping chests. Abel sat beside Kane as they went through her photos and the texts; the more they read what she was wanting, the more eager both wolves became. There were a few things she wanted to try that her cuck husband couldn't or wouldn't do, things the twins were more than willing and able to.

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"Clifford? Clifford, where the hell are you?" Carol huffed and snorted, stomping around her house as she searched high and low for her missing husband. Just as she picked up her mobile to call him, the doorbell rang. Carol opened the door with annoyance, glaring up at two large handsome ebony furred wolves dressed in brown uniforms. "What?" she asked curtly.

"Is this the Strokenauff residence?" The first wolf asked with a leer down at Carol still dressed in her bathrobe.

"Yes, this is," she replied with even more annoyance as she saw his eyes staring down at her full cleavage and promptly pulled her robe closed tighter about herself.

"We have a couple of special packages to deliver, a big ones...mind if we come in?" The second wolf asked from behind his partner.

"Goddamit Clifford, what did you order this time?" Carol grumbled and stood aside, ushering them inside to place the parcels down in the living room. Only...there was no package; she noticed both large wolves were empty handed as they entered, not even so much as a clipboard between them. "Hey, wait a sec...." she began to say, cut off by one of their hands covering her mouth.

"Listen here bitch, you're going to do as we say, or else..." The wolf growled out, leaning in close to bare his sharp fangs at the pinned and suddenly afraid bovine. Carol nodded with wide eyes up at him.

"Open your robe for us..." the other wolf growled as he looked around the house briefly before turning back to Carol. Her eyes went wide again before she nodded and reluctantly undid the sash of her robe, slowly pulling it open to expose herself to the two strangers. If not for her own dark coat, her blush would have been immediately visible. Though for Carol, it already felt like her cheeks were about to combust as she exposed herself to someone other than her husband for the first time since college. She could feel their eyes roaming over her pleasantly plump form, her full heavy bust and hourglass figure, to her wide hips and down to her nethers. A little shiver running through her as she spotted one of the wolves licking their lips at the sight of her bared pussy, fearing what they might do to her here all alone.

"Let's take this to the bedroom...lead the way," demanded the wolf with his hand still over her mouth. Carol briefly thought about shaking her head no or trying to call out for help, but with how tightly he was gripping her muzzle, she was nowhere near a match for even just one of them physically. As soon as she tried to make some noise and attract any attention, there was no telling what they'd do to her.

With her tail twitching in nervous fear, she could feel their eyes on her plump behind, try as she might she could not stop the pleasant shake and jiggle of her plush cheeks as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. If only Clifford were there, he would...do what, she wondered. He was a meek little man, nothing like the outgoing life of the party she had fallen in love with. Maybe she had squashed his spark as some of their neighbors had said. Was she actually a bitch, like the wolves kept calling her?

Once the trio was upstairs in Carol's bedroom, the bovine found herself sandwiched between two rather large and very eager canines. She could feel their growing interest in her pressing through their brown shorts as they groped and ground against her. She knew she should be hating this, but a small part of her was getting turned on by their apparent desire for her. The way their large hands touched and explored, groping at her heavy breasts, or cupping between her thighs to rub at her dampening folds. Another part of her felt guilty for letting another man, or men in this instance, not only see her naked but touch her as well. But it's not like she had a choice in the matter, they were large ferocious wolves and she was just a plump housewife that was no match for them, she tried to convince herself.

Carol felt hands at her shoulders pressing down and guiding her to her knees between the large canines; as she went low, she noticed their shorts were doing the same. By the time she was on her knees, she found herself eye level with the biggest sheathes she'd ever seen in her life. Granted her list of partners was rather short, majority of it was made up of her dear Clifford and despite him being well endowed for a coyote, he didn't compare to the towering ebony wolves.

A large hand pressed against the back of her head, guiding her snout in against his crotch and making her take a hit of his strong musk. Carol barely restrained her gasp as that potent scent caused a tingle between her thighs, her eyes darting up to catch him grinning down at her as if he knew what just his scent was doing to her. The wolf rolled his hips and ground his swelling sheath against her cheek, soon letting her feel the warmth of his bare growing flesh against her. As Carol opened her mouth to try speak and plead with them again, she found her lips wrapped about his thick red tapered tip. She wasn't entirely sure if he'd pushed her down onto his cock, or if she'd done so willingly or perhaps even eagerly. Either way Carol found her mouth full of thick, throbbing red cock which was still growing. She'd never been overly fond of performing oral on Clifford, but then he didn't taste like this. Even once the wolf finally reached his full hardness and touched deeper inside her maw, she found she kept bobbing back and forth without much need for encouragement.

"Damn, bitch is hungry for cock..." Kane growled out in bliss as the cow gave him an unpracticed and sloppy blowjob, not the best he'd ever had, but at least she was eager for it.

Carol's ears lay flat at Kane's words, feeling embarrassed that he'd picked up on her eagerness. She'd thought she wasn't showing that too much, but apparently she was. She half expected another mocking or at least scathing response from the other wolf, but no response came. The reason quickly became apparent as she felt her knees being pushed wider apart and lifting her ass up as Abel slithered on his back beneath her. The cow groaning loud as she felt a broad slick tongue lick across her bared slit while strong hands firmly gripped her thighs with claws indenting at her plush curves. Clifford was never really good at pleasuring her orally either so she'd given up on the idea that she'd ever reach climax from it, but the wolf below had found her clit on the first go without even trying. Clifford, bless his poor soul, still had to be shown where it was even after years of marriage. Her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as he did it again, then again and again until she was groaning like a common whore around the cock in her mouth.

Carol couldn't believe what was happening, she was being eaten out by one large handsome wolf while she eagerly sucked on the others cock. Only briefly did she worry about what her husband would say if he caught her like this, her thoughts and concerns quickly being pushed to the back of her mind as Abel began to suckle directly at her sensitive clit. Her hips bucking and jerking, or at least trying to within the wolf's strong grip. She couldn't escape or even avoid the pleasure as he tortured her, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy and tossing her over with ease. The cow groaned and bucked wildly as she jerked and twitched through her climax, so overcome with her own pleasure she didn't feel Kane filling her mouth with his hot seed. By the time she was released, she collapsed into a quivering pile on the floor with white mess leaking from the corner of her lips to the shag carpet below.

"Thought she'd be harder to get off than that, want to take bets on how many times we'll make her cum before she uses her safe word?" Abel asked with a grin.

"You're on, I'll go a dozen!" Kane replied with a smirk as he looked down at the still twitching ebony cow on the floor.

Safe word? Carol idly thought, what was a safe word and why would she have one? She tried to reason, but found she wouldn't have a chance to solve this mystery as she was hoisted up onto the bed. Again she found herself staring at a thick red canine member, was this the same one or the other wolf now? She wasn't quite sure as they were identical, but unlike the first time she didn't need to be told or guided on what to do. Her lips found his tip as she began to suck and bob along his throbbing shaft. A hot slick tongue licked back along her folds, brushing briefly over her clit before moving further back. Strong fingers gripping her plush behind and tugging her cheeks apart as the tongue continued to move further back.

Carol's eyes snapped open wide, almost squeaking out loud as suddenly she felt something hot and slick under her tail. Surely that must've been a mistake, that wasn't somewhere that should be licked! But there it was again, this time lingering longer as the wolf below her licked back across her slit and all the way up under her tail. Carol snorted out loud, her tail flicking as the wolf continue to lick at and tease her tail hole. She wanted to tell him to stop, that it was dirty and wrong, but then why did it feel so...nice? Clifford had asked a few times to take her like that, but she'd turned him down because she thought it was perverse. But with each lick under her tail, Carol felt a curious tingling sensation growing. Then there were two of them, the other wolf must have joined in she reasoned. Lips again wrapped about her clit with a firm suckle as the other kissed beneath her raised tail, his soft tongue swirling about her little star relentlessly. Why was her tail up, did they lift it? Carol tried to remember, but she couldn't recall. Surely she hadn't done so of her own accord, she wasn't that kind of woman!

White hot pleasure burst within her, almost feeling like she was being tazed with how her muscles clenched and spasmed with every jolt of pleasure. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, more intense even though it was uniquely different. With her blood pumping so hard through her ears, she couldn't hear anything for a moment. Only when she started coming down did she hear the laughter of the two wolves kneeling beside her, the shadows playing over her face as they seemed to be playing rock, paper, and scissors for some reason. Frowning she stared up at their faces when a winner seemed to emerge, the large wolf grinning darkly down at her.

She didn't have to wait long to find out the reason for the game as the loser laid back on her bed before the winner guided her about to straddle his lap. Carol's head rolling back in a deep groan as she was slowly forced down and impaled on his waiting fleshy spire, feeling herself be stretched out in a sickeningly wonderful way. It felt both so wrong, but also so sinfully right at the same time. Her clouded mind battling to make sense of their game earlier, if this was what the loser was getting, what did the winner get?

A strong hand pressed between her shoulders, pushing her down to lay atop the large black wolf beneath her. His hips slowly humping up into her, even just the slight movement was enough to keep her groaning and panting for him. Another weight pressed down against her back, just as a firm heat nudged under her tail against her tail hole. Carol's mind churned like a tire spinning in mud, too slow to realize what was about to happen as she waited for the wolf to adjust his aim lower and sheath in alongside his partner. Only once the tapered tip and a couple of inches had made their way under her tail did she accept this was what he intended all along.

The wolf below her grinned up at the shocked expression on her face, laughing even as he whispered "Pop goes your last cherry!" to her. There was an odd ache growing, but it was nowhere near as bad as she'd imagined it would be all those times. Her eyes again rolled back before closing tight, trying and failing not to groan out aloud as the two males began to buck into her. The pleasure was all consuming and soon everything became a blur from one moment to the next. Carol lost track of time or how many times the wolves made her climax, flashes of what they were doing to her was all she would remember.

Most of the time she was caught between their two toned and muscled bodies, with one or both of them inside her. Sometimes one in each orifice, but at some points both sharing one. The two wolves were rather inventive as well, Carol briefly remembering herself being lifted off the floor while her hands and legs were held tight with a cock in her mouth and another between her thighs. The only constant was they seemed to prefer fucking her in her bedroom and primarily on her marriage bed.

The last thing she remembered was the wolves commenting on their bet, apparently they had brought her to climax a dozen times. Through heavily lidded eyes she watched one large wolf hand over a crisp new one hundred dollar bill to the other before they got dressed and left her house. No sooner had the front door slammed closed did Carol hear her cupboard door slide open; weakly turning her head to look back behind her, she spotted a grinning Clifford holding a video camera.

"That was great honey, I knew you'd get on well with the twins!" Clifford grinned broadly as he slowly panned around his wife's naked form blotched with white marks from the wolves, down between her thighs where he gripped and lifted her tail to make sure he caught the sight of lupine seed spilling from her well fucked openings.

"You...you did this?" Carol asked in surprise.

"Yes, I thought things needed to change around here and I couldn't do it on my own.

"So...you're not mad about what just happened?" She asked cautiously.

"Mad? Hell no, that was the hottest damn thing I ever watched!" the coyote grinned and sat down beside her, leaning in to kiss a moderately clean spot of her cheek.

"Good...because I want to do it again," the bovine weakly said with a smile.