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The following story contains explicit sexual content and discussion between characters.

Also it is Fanfiction of Rick Griffin's Housepets! and assumes familiarity with the characters.

Reader discretion is advised.

The Sasha Problem

"King, we need to talk."

It didn't matter what the species or relationship structure, that sentence "____, we need to talk," would terrify all but the most oblivious of those to whom it was addressed.

A marathon of shivers ran up King's spine. The corgi's ears flattened. His short tail pressed tight against his bare backside. He looked toward the kitchen where Bailey stood, arms crossed.

He looked to Sasha and his kids who were deeply invested in a game of Sugarworld.

Sasha only looked up to laugh and sing "Ooh, King's in trouble," before returning to the colorful board.

King whimpered as he sulked off toward the very annoyed looking husky. He wracked his brain for what may have been the matter. He stepped past his wife, who stood more than twice his height, into the kitchen. She closed the door behind them.

"Is, is this about Sasha?" he asked.

"This is about you and Sasha."

"I, uh, I've been trying the verbal nipping thing when she gets too flirty. I thought it was working."

"That doesn't matter. You're getting more interested in her. And it's becoming more obvious."

"I'm not, I swear! If I've been doing some weird dog thing that makes it look like I am I don't mean it. Just tell me and I'll change it!"

"You moaned her name in your sleep three times last night."

"Oh." His ears went back down as he looked to the floor. "I, uh,"

Bailey didn't give him a chance to come up with an excuse. "We've been over this. My problem isn't that you're interested in her. My problem is the lack of honesty. You're not being fair with her or with me.

"Sleep talking aside, yes, there are signs you give off. The way your tail moves, and the way your scent changes when she flirts with you. Those might be dog things but it wouldn't matter what species you were it would still be apparent. She thinks your receptive and pushes forward. Then you nip at her and drive her back. Then you feel bad and flirt back which leads her to more flirting. It's a round and round of mixed messages."

King said nothing.

"And then there's me, King, I know marriage means a lot to you. Our marriage means a lot to you. But it's a human thing you brought with you. I go along with it because I know it means a lot to you. And I do like being marked as being special to you," she held up her hand and indicated the ring upon her finger. "But, it seems we have different ideas about what that means. So tell me, what does it mean to you?"

King stayed silent.

Bailey spoke again, "This is not a right or wrong answer question. I want to know what you think of this so we can move forward."

"I, uh, I mean it means I'm loyal and faithful to you. That I only have eyes for you. That's what it's supposed to mean, anyway." He looked to the floor embarrassed.

Bailey said nothing in reply. King looked back up to her. Her face was stoic and impossible to read. "What does it mean to you?"

She didn't hesitate. "To me, it means we've chosen to love each other. And we've dedicated ourselves to each other's well-being and happiness."

King rubbed his shoulder. "We've been down this road before. I just don't know how you'd be happy with me if I was fooling around behind your back."

"It's not behind my back if I know you're doing it," Bailey sighed. She pulled out a chair and sat down. This put her eye level just above King's head. "Let's talk about your take on it, though. Faithfulness, loyalty. What you mean by those is that you don't have sex with anyone else. But try to look at this from my point of view. For me that just feel a bit trite. To define our relationship purely by our physical interest in one another."

"That's not what I mean by it at all."

"I know it isn't. But I feel it's a bit of a cop out. That if you deny your attractions to others you that you're pulling your weight in the marriage. But what I want is deeper than sex. I want you to trust me."

"I do trust you."

"You don't trust me to tell me how bad you want to fuck Sasha."

"It's not that I..."

Bailey interrupted. "Stop. Unless you want to gamble that in your sleep is the only time you accidentally said her name."

King's jaw snapped shut. His eyes widened. If not for his fur he could have guided Santa's sleigh for a decade.

Bailey spoke again. "I'm an old farm girl, King. I'm practical. I'm glad you find me sexy and attractive. I'd certainly hope you would. But I don't fool myself thinking I'm the hottest dog on the planet. I mean, don't tell me I'm not if you value your spine. But you'd be weird if you didn't find Sasha attractive."

Bailey stopped and thought. "I lost where I was going with this. I guess what I'm trying to say is I don't find the performative fidelity all that compelling."

"It's not performative," King objected.

"Isn't it? It doesn't serve a purpose. It's not something I ask for. It's not that you can claim religious reasons we have literal gods for friends who've made it abundantly clear they're cool with polyamory. If not for anything of that then the only purpose it serves is part of a contract. That you give up sexual desire and you get whatever services I provide. Which makes me feel like a commodity rather than a person."

"I don't want you to feel that way."

"Then I want you to trust me as a person. Believe me when I say you can tell me about your interest in others. Believe that I won't grab the kids and move home with my mother at any minor miscommunication like a sitcom wife."

King chuckled. He looked up at Bailey again. Her eyes were less harsh now. There was a slight hint of tears there.

King sighed. "I know. I know. We've had this discussion a dozen times now. You know I worry. And I know you're going to say that my worrying is unwarranted. And you're probably right. But," he sighed again, "but it comes back to there being some line. I know I've used the example before that you wouldn't be happy if I ran off with Sasha to the Bahamas. And I'm not saying I expect sex with her to be so mind blowingly great that I would. Or that I'm so great she'd want to run off with me."

"Now, don't sell yourself too short," Bailey smiled a little.

King chuckled. "Thanks for the confidence, I think. But I mean there has to be a line somewhere. A point of no return. And it may be something you think you're okay with. But it gets crossed and then there's no going back."

Bailey reflected for a moment. "That's fair, I feel. And you're right, there is a line. But I think if you crossed it doing something I said was okay I wouldn't hold it terribly against you.

"But, how about this? Let's say there's two lines. Line one is the 'I'm uncomfortable with this let's dial it back line' and line two is 'I never want to see you again outside of divorce proceedings.'"

King snirked a laugh.

Bailey chuckled. "Seriously if we're slow and honest with each other line one with stop us well before line two."

King nodded. "Okay, and I want you to be honest with me if I near or cross line one, then."

Bailey nodded. "And I want you to trust me to be honest with you when you cross line one."

He smiled. "But,"

"What's the 'but'?"

"It's not bad, it's just. Well, we've had some variation on this talk a dozen times now. I say that I'll be more honest and open. Maybe get a little more comfortable with Sasha's flirting. But, after a couple weeks I panic and fall back into my old routines. Verbally nipping, sending mixed messages, you know. And then we end up back here again. How do we move forward? I'm sorry if that unfairly puts my hangups on you."

Bailey thought a moment. She licked the side of her muzzle. "How about you start by admitting to that which I've been accusing you of today?"

"What's that?"

"You know what."

"That I want to fuck Sasha?"

"That you want to fuck Sasha."

"I really want to fuck Sasha," King rubbed his shoulder. There was no denying that. His pink cock was growing in length from his sheath.

Bailey's eyes darted to it and back to his eyes. She leaned forward and licked her lips. "And tell me, what do you want to do with her?" King's hand reached down and wrapped about his cock. "You're alone with her on a beach in the Bahamas. No one for miles. She's offering you anything you want. What hole are you stuffing first? Her pussy? Her muzzle? Her ass?"

King's legs were spread apart. His hand was pumping his cock at the fantasy. Precum was already leaking over his paw. He started remembering where he was. He didn't exactly stop though.

He looked over his large husky wife. She was smiling down at him. She had a pair of fingers buried in her pussy.

His eyes narrowed at her. "You're turned on thinking of me screwing other people?"

Bailey smirked, "I thought that was obvious by now." More sheepishly she said, "But in the spirit of honesty I can't say I'm entirely selfless in my motives for wanting you to have fun. So you telling me about who you're interested in and what you want to do is something I really want to hear." She pushed her fingers in deeper.

"I should have noticed sooner."

"You're only human.," she leaned forward and kissed his head.

"Though in the spirit of honesty," King sank down a bit, "and to answer your earlier question. But the other night when you were giving me a blowjob?"

"You were imagining Sasha? Explains why you almost drowned me."

"I warned you I was cumming."

"You did, but I wasn't prepared for that much." She wiped her muzzle instinctively. "But I'm not mad. Just tell me if you want to imagine me being someone else next time."

"Really?"

"Well you might be interested in someone who might not be as willing as Sasha to reciprocate. I'd be happy to let you pretend, though. I could wear a paper bag with their name on it, if it helps."

King laughed.

"We'll see. So, what are we going to do now."

"Well, first I'm going to keep putting ideas in your head, and you're going to finish what you're working on." She nodded to his hand still jerking himself off. "As much as I'd love you to get all squirmy saving that up for her, I think she might appreciate it if you lasted longer than five nanoseconds your first time."

"That's probably true."

"Second, I'm going to call a babysitter for the pups. We'll pay quadruple if we have to."

"Agreed."

"And then you're going to sit in my lap while Sasha sucks you dry."