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I closed the door, though it took me a few moments to fumble with the handle. Was I drunk? I didn't feel_drunk. I felt _sad. After all the effort I'd put into making the perfect evening for Anita, she was forced to work late once again. This time, I'd gone all out: candles, flowers, wine...

It wasn't the first time. I hadn't had 'alone' time with my wife for months, and it was starting to drive me mad. At first I just laughed it off, knowing that working late hours and taking dozens of business meetings were instrumental in Anita's career. Sure, we could live off the royalties of "Cruella De'ville" for years, if not the rest of our lives, but I understood why she wanted to be more than just "Mrs. Roger Radcliffe". But our time together had been so cut off that I had to wonder - was she avoiding me?

I noticed small things at first. Anita would pause before returning "I love you." She seemed to take on more work meetings than anyone else at the fashion designer. She took jobs in Paris over London. When she got home, she always complained of jet lag and exhaustion, especially when I started to get affectionate. Was I just imagining it?

_Jet lag? From Paris? We're only an hour off!_I blinked, the sudden realization sinking straight to my sloshing bowels. What had I done? Was I not spontaneous enough? Was there another man? Tonight was supposed to be the big turnaround - a surprise romantic evening for just the two of us. Now I'd have to clean up the candles and toss out the wine or Anita would realize what a pathetic knobber I was.

As I wobbled over to the bedroom, I heard a high-pitched whine. Pongo? No, he was still locked in the basement, wasn't he? Besides, the sound was just barely audible - upstairs, perhaps. Perdita, I supposed. I still primarily thought of the little Dalmatian as Anita's dog, but if she were whining, it must mean something. Perhaps she was just lonely. Maybe I'd grab another beer and take her downstairs with Pongo to watch a bit more T.V.

I veered off course, walking toward the kitchen. I'd only had six beers in an hour; I could do with one or two more. I had to shake my head to get that persistent whining out of my head. Was she locked up in the music room? Did I do that? I opened the refrigerator and realized there was only one beer left. Sighing, I decided I'd best save it for later...but the bread looked absolutely delicious. Perdita can wait a few more minutes; I shrugged, and set to making a turkey sandwich.

I don't know exactly how much time passed, but I looked down to a mostly cleaned plate. Only a small smattering of crumbs proved there had ever been a sandwich. I felt a fair bit better, though, and when I stood, my legs didn't shake. Now to clean up - wait...Perdie. I'd almost forgotten the dog, trapped upstairs and alone. She'd stopped whining about halfway through my snack, so it's a miracle I remembered when I did. Swiveling, I began to walk toward the stairs, my brown loafers _clunking_off the hardwood floor.

Halfway up, I heard it. Crash! A distinctly metallic clang echoed down the narrow stairs - not my horn! Or was it my trumpet? I took the stairs two at a time to see what on earth was going on up there! I swung the door open to see an empty room. But there, on the floor, was a dented, shiny new trumpet, having fallen right off the filing drawers. Where is that damned dog!? She must be in the nanny's room!

I strode across the floor, swinging the door from ajar to wide open to see Perdita.

The Dalmatian stood alone in the middle of the room facing the open window, moonlight shining silver blue off her spotted white fur. For one spine-tingling moment, I felt a strange kinship with the animal. I, too, was alone, forever waiting for my spouse, adrift completely at the mercy of others. How she must have felt: no Anita, no Pongo, not even me to keep her company.

Until I looked beneath her raised tail. The moonlight just barely reflected her glossy, pink vulva, drawing my eye quite unintentionally. She was dripping - from both holes? - With a shiny, white, goop, and I realized how wrong I must have been. She hadn't been alone. Pongo must have got at her again, though how, and where he'd gotten off to I couldn't know. The slender, spotted bitch hadn't been alone at all.

Even our dogs_are getting more action than_ me.

I almost stormed out to grab that last beer, but Perdie turned to face me then, her ears laid flat. She whined softly, and I knew she must feel guilty about the banged up trumpet in the other room. "Oh, come on now," I said soothingly. As much I resented her, I couldn't take my own frustrations out on the dog. I knelt down to pat her on her head. "It's okay, I'm sure the trumpet will still play."

Perdita whimpered softly, but wagged her tail, and I couldn't help but smile. Dogs live such simple lives - never worrying about tomorrow. Sometimes I wished I could live in 'the now' and just throw caution to the wind. Just _once_I wanted to do something stupid and spontaneous and fun, without worrying about the consequences.

"There, there," I said, patting along her back. Perdita leaned into me, spinning slightly as I rubbed along her spine until she was rubbing her ribs against me. "It's okay."

As she spun around, I got a sudden impulse and for once I acted upon it. I grabbed Perdie's tail, holding it firmly in place. The dog yelped, tugging away from me, but I was too strong. Gesturing with my free hand to her underside, I said, "Working on another batch of puppies so soon? I would have thought 99 would be enough!"

She squirmed against me, indignant, but I wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily. I glanced down between her legs at her dripping folds. They were swollen and puffy, which wasn't a good sign for my wallet. I don't know if we could _afford_another fifteen puppies. "Or did Pongo ol' boy just want a little fun with you? Believe me, I know how he feels."

Perdita gave a little squeal, almost as if she'd understood me. Blushing, I realized I may have given the wrong impression. "Not that, uh...I mean, with Anita, of course. Not with you."

Unbidden, I couldn't stop myself from looking at her tight, pink folds. Would I even fit? Perdita was an awfully slender dog, and based on the size of her pussy she'd have to be quite...stretchy. What am I saying!? Perhaps I was drunker than I thought, or more sexually frustrated. "Now is not the time to be thinking like that," I reprimanded myself.

The Dalmatian tensed up in my grasp, looking up at me with wide eyes. Besides,_I thought sardonically, _she wouldn't understand what was happening. And how could I ever look Pongo in the eyes again if I cheated with his mate?

I blinked. What about Anita? What did it say that my first thought was that I'd be cuckolding Pongo, not cheating on my wife? Was I so alone that I'd forgotten my _own_marriage!? Of course I'd _never_cheat on Anita, but my stomach roiled at my lapse in memory.

I shook my head. This isn't my_fault_. It's Anita who hasn't been a good wife. Perdita, on the other hand, was a faithful, understanding mate - why she'd even found time to please her husband when I wasn't looking, off her heat. What I wouldn't give to have a relationship as strong and true as Pongo and Perdita. "Why can't Anita be more like you?" I asked the Dalmatian, pulling her tail-first toward me.

Pointing at her dropping folds, I said to the dog, "At least _one_of us got what she wanted tonight. Hate to say it, but I'm envious of you. Look at you, _stuffed_like a cream-filled éclair while I'm forced to walk around with a tent in my trousers." I reached forward with a finger to prod her pink lips, watching with a lewd fascination as more and more canine fluid seeped out of the shivering dog.

Glancing down, I realized that I was speaking the truth, too. I was about as hard as I had ever been! Thinking about Anita always - no, no, that wasn't the truth. I'd been thinking about_Perdie_, not Anita. I was more than half a pervert, but I didn't care. Not right then. Hand shaking, I gave in to my impulse. Gulping, I pushed my finger forward, sliding wetly in.

Her soft, pink spade stretched around my finger, making Perdita yelp. I ignored her, too busy observing the displaced cum seep out around my finger, dribbling down her already soiled rump. I had no idea my horny Dalmatian could produce quite so much, but the evidence was squirting right in front of me. Why Perdita was positively bloated, her normally slender belly curving out. I kept pushing until my knuckles pressed up against her rump, my finger snug, but with room to spare.

Suddenly, the spotted female dropped her jaw and whined, and her pussy tightened around my index finger. She was positively _clenching_around me, and started a few, almost reluctant thrusts of her hips. "You like that, do you?" I asked curiously.

Her only response was a one-eyed gaze over her shoulder at me, and another high-pitched whine. She was squirming now, half-trying to pull away, half bucking her rump up and down, but my firm grip around the base of her tail was too strong for the smaller canine. I could just picture Pongo on her back, plugging away at those smooth hindquarters, driving the beautiful Dalmatian from orgasm to squealing orgasm. The way her cum-soaked pussy squeezed and _slurped_around my finger was so unlike anything I'd felt before, her netherlips almost as flexible and controlled as her mouth.

I groaned, reflexively reaching down with my free hand to unbutton my trousers. That's better, I thought, releasing the tight constriction around my throbbing cock. Yet I found myself wanting a _different_sort of constriction, right in front of me. My finger was all well and good inside Perdita, but I could only imagine what it would feel like to...

What am I thinking!?_ Not only was I a happily...rather, a married man, the beautiful female my heart was racing for was Anita's _dog. I hardly felt drunk at all, but I must have been plastered. I was _this_close to grabbing Perdita around the waist and going to town. I could only _hope_I was just drunk!

Shuddering, I managed to resist the temptation, pulling my finger out of her with a wet squelch! Perdita's hind legs wobbled, and she whimpered. I didn't mean to leave the girl wanting, so I said, "I know what you need." Pongo must be somewhere in the house, and I was sure he'd be happy for another go at this tight piece of tail. Perdita just looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes, but she followed closely behind me as I headed downstairs.

It wasn't until I reached the hallway to the basement and said, "Pongo must be locked down there..." that the dog resisted. Suddenly, the ankle of my trousers was in her mouth, pulling me away from the basement door. I stopped immediately. "What is it, girl?" I asked confused.

Perdita whined, and tugged some more, insistent that I get no closer to the basement door. "Don't you want to see Pongo again?"

Almost as if in response, Perdie scampered away, hiding in the first place she could find - the bedroom. "Perdie?" I asked, following her in.

She was huddled at the foot of the bed, but for the moment, I forgot all about her. I stared at the room I myself had decorated. At first I was struck by another bout of depression, staring at the two, full glasses of wine, the candles burning down to a nub, rose petals destined to wilt before I saw my Anita again. But then I noticed that the room had clearly _not_gone to waste.

The bedspread, the carpet, the pillows, even the door_were splattered with sticky, white cum. And I'd been surprised by the sheer volume _inside_her. Pongo must have been backed up all the way to Edinburgh to paint the bedroom like this. What a _pain_to clean up! "My God, Perdie, you little minx! When did you two find the time to do all _this? Pongo is quite the lucky dog."

Perdie just whined.

"Better get this cleaned up," I sighed, stepping over to the bathroom to grab a towel, only to return to see Perdita pacing in a circle. I could only guess what was going through her mind, but I knew exactly what was gushing out her cunny, fresh stains joining the carpet. I wasn't going to accomplish anything cleaning the room until I cleaned Perdie up first. "Alright, girl, up! Let's get you cleaned up."

She hesitated at first, but obeyed like a good dog, leaping onto the bed. With gentle hands, I spun the Dalmatian onto her back, gripping the dry towel in one hand, while the other spread her hind legs apart. Her little paws dangled cutely in the air as I began to mop up the sticky mess that covered her entire rump. I'm going to need another towel!

Perdita shivered beneath me as the damp cloth tickled and nudged her tight lips. I poked one end of the cloth an inch inside of her, making the Dalmatian utter a low-pitched moan. But I had to try - every time I squeezed and pushed at her pussy, more fluids spilled out onto the cloth. Why, it took the whole towel and almost five minutes before I finally cleared enough cum away to get a mostly-unobstructed view of her pink folds.

"There you are - good girl!" I praised, admiring my handiwork. I couldn't do anything about the deeper stuff, but at least now she wasn't dripping all over the house. To look at her, you could hardly tell how stuffed she'd been, her pink, three-fold vulva clenched tight and bouncing up and down. She was not a long-hair, so I'd see her spade a dozen of a dozen times, but never like I saw her now. All I could think about was how my finger spread her so neatly apart, and how she'd clenched and humped around it. What Pongo must have felt, sliding his dick into that slender rump...

I held her by the hind legs for a full minute, eyes locked onto her y-shaped tunnel, and only when I heard her _whimper_up at me did I shake my head and look her in the face. She looked back with big eyes, lips almost but not quite closed in a delicate 'o'. God, she was beautiful: her long white muzzle, soft white ears, and sleek, spotted stomach framed her strikingly against the red and white bedspread. My eyes slid down her belly, taking in each pair of pink nipples before watching the white fur on her belly thin, becoming softer and wispy, before I was again became entranced with her trembling pussy.

"I...I should go get Pongo..." I managed to mutter, keeping my firm grip on Perdita's thighs. She flattened her ears and gave me a good, long whine. "You...you don't want Pongo, do you?" I asked.

She gave a soft, pointed yip_that my imagination heard as confirmation. Voice shaking, I looked her in the eye and followed up with, "You want..._me, don't you?"

Perdita shivered, but made no other reply, looking straight at me with her ears still flat. But she didn't squirm away from grasp, or try to close those long, slender legs. _This was crazy! _We were both married to other people, and she was a _dog_for God's sake! Even _she_seemed to know what I was contemplating was wrong, but she stayed put. I thought of Anita, and Pongo, and all those thousands of nagging thoughts that all screamed at me to stop, but then I thought of Perdie and all those voices vanished.

There was just the two of us, there, in that room. Hands shaking, I leaned forward and brought my lips to her trembling mound. I could hear Perdita panting louder as I inched closer, pausing just an inch away. My last chance to back out was now - I could chuckle and walk away, pretending nothing had happened other than some odd, drunken fantasy. But in that moment my mind was crystal clear, and I didn't even hesitate.

I kissed Perdita's pink, puffy lips.

I wish I could have compared the experience with Anita, but I'd never done this for her. The passion overwhelmed me, and without a second thought, I opened my mouth, pressing my lips wetly against her shuddering mound. Perdie whined, but didn't pull away, her tail held rigidly to the side. I kissed her as fiercely as I'd ever kissed my wife, _slurping_up against her folds before I could hold back no longer. Burying my face in her muff, I pushed my tongue into that warm, wet embrace.

My hands still held her hind legs apart, but I didn't need to. Perdita spread her legs and _kept_them there, moaning and shuddering with her tiny paws spinning in sharp, short circles. My agile tongue penetrated her folds, rubbing the entire circle of her tight opening. My _groans_joined hers as I guzzled her greedily. I didn't even care that I could still taste the salty remnants of her time with Pongo.

My beautiful lady then began to hump back, whimpering_helplessly. She pushed her hips up against my face again and again, her agile pussy lips tugging and pulling on my tongue as if she would never let me go. I was more than happy to oblige, pushing my tongue even deeper, until my muscles ached. But I knew that my tongue wasn't what she wanted - wasn't what she_needed.

Licking my lips, I pulled away from the beautiful bitch. Hands fumbling at my trousers, I began to slide them off, forced to contemplate once more what I was doing. She belonged to Pongo, and I belonged to Anita, but not here, and not now. For this blissful moment, Perdita and I were only for each other, and I would be damned if I ever let this opportunity pass me by!

Perdie was _whimpering_pitifully now, waiting for first my pants, then my shirt to land in a heap on the cum-stained floor. Even without my hands holding her in place, she stayed put on her back at the edge of the bed, trembling and waiting.

When I stood, she gasped, her eyes locked onto my cock. I was pretty well-endowed, or so I'd gathered from secondary school games, but I knew that I could hardly complete with a full-blooded dog like Pongo. If I'd ever wondered about her consent, those worries faded. She just lay there, spreading her legs wider and holding her tail to the side, waiting for me.

As I crawled over her, I couldn't help but think about Pongo one last time, trapped in the basement. Unless he was listening at the very top step, he couldn't even _suspect_what was about to happen. I didn't feel too sorry for him - he'd had her the day before, and he could have her tomorrow and the next day. But not tonight.

She's_mine_tonight, Pongo ol' boy!

* * * * *

I watched with wide eyes as Roger climbed over me, watching the light, pink tip of his cock as it slid ever closer between my outstretched legs.

Lord, what am I doing!?

Ever since the man had grabbed my tail and pushed his finger so uninvited between my legs I'd wanted him. At first I thought it was just my freshly-bred body overreacting to his touch, but even after he'd let me go I couldn't stop thinking about him. Consciously or not, I'd led the man into his bedroom, afraid and excited about what might happen.

I knew it was wrong. Not only was Roger not my husband, he was my husband's master! And my master's husband! In one sure stroke, I was about to betray Pongo and Anita both. Even if I'd wanted to back out, it was too late. Roger had a strong grip on my forelegs, sliding his smooth belly against mine as he lined himself up. What would Cobalt think? Sharing me with Flint was one thing, but with a human, behind his back!?

Whimpering, I spread my legs apart, letting my little hindpaws tremble in short circles on either side of him. He lifted himself up just enough that I could peer between our bellies and watch as he pointed his dick down to gently brush against my bouncing vulva. He held it there, one easy thrust away from making our trespass official. I lay my ears flat and whined, wanting him to stop but _needing_him to continue.

He did neither, holding himself in place and groaning, "Are you ready?"

I gazed over the firm rod that prodded tightly against me. He was bigger in every way than Pongo, but that was no surprise. But the tall man's cock matched his form - he was longer than Cobalt by an inch or more. He couldn't match the base of Cobalt's cock for width, much less his knot, but the man's dick didn't taper. He would spread me wide from the first inch!

The only response I gave was a reflexive wag of my tail, _thumping_Roger between the thighs. He said, "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

I tensed every muscle in my body, whining as he pushed forward. I felt him spear my tight pussy, spreading it around him as he began to feed inch after inch into my slender rump. I squeezed and clenched around him, trembling, but I could barely slow his descent. My wet, pink folds parted eagerly around him. His fat, oddly-shaped cock tickled parts of me I'd never felt before, and he was only half-way in! There was no way I could fit his entire length!

"Ohhhh,Perdie," he groaned, seeming determined to do just that. He felt like a rolling pin between my legs, his tip grinding my deepest parts wider than they'd ever been stretched before. I dropped my jaw and_whined_, stretching my hind paws apart only to clench them together again from the sheer weight behind the large man's throbbing tip. I arched my back, watching between our flush bellies to see him shove another inch inside my adulterous folds.

****

"You're so damned tight!" Roger gasped, forced to slide a hand behind my back to grip my slender rump from below. He kept pushing forward, now holding my quivering pussy just so, at just the right angle, with absolutely no wiggle room. Then I saw it - his tip sunk another inch deeper, and now I could see the outline through my belly! A slight swell, a soft bulge was working its way deeper. Gently, I placed one of my front paw pads on the shuddering bump, which only made Roger groan all the more.

When he finally reached the end, there was still an inch to go. I felt his mushroom tip digging into my inner walls, wedging them apart where they'd never been stretched before. I was meant to hold the sharp point of Cobalt's cock, but now I moaned for the heavy bulge that poked through my skin. Even though the tall man hadn't hilted inside of me, his heavy ball sack still dangled onto my wagging tail, the weight pinning it in place. Roger held himself there, looking down at me with disbelief.

"I can't believe we're doing this!" he exclaimed, almost balls deep in me... his wife's pet dog. "It's not my fault, you know...your woman - I'd say she's been a cold _bitch_to me, but I don't want to insult you! I planned all this for her...but I'm glad I'm with you, Perdita." He smiled down at me, and I felt my face flush just looking at the desperate longing on the man's face. He ran his hands gently down my belly, pressing lightly against each of my nipples in turn, smiling at me as I squirmed.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked.

I wriggled my hips and whined, tongue dangling from the side of my mouth.

"Good," he said, cock twitching inside of me, "Because I couldn't hold back for a second more." With that, he leaned forward and began to roll his hips against me, spreading my legs apart with each gentle thrust. My hindpaws danced through the air! But it was his cock that made me reach up with both front paws to steady myself on his broad, naked chest. He felt like the end of a cricket bat inside me, pulling back before plunging in, making every inch of my pussy quaver with electric waves of pleasure. I arched my neck and howled, not caring how Pongo would interpret that sound. He could believe what he wanted, but I'd deny it just as much. He didn't _deserve_to know the truth.

My insides began to shake, and suddenly I was a torrent of yips_and _barks, bucking my hips up and down against Roger's rigid shaft. The wet _splish_and_splosh_as his cock swam in my cum-drenched pussy only made me hump harder, remembering every exquisite second of my earlier encounter with my two, canine lovers. Now I was all Roger's, and my tail couldn't have wagged harder as he ploughed me.

Panting for breath, Roger was having trouble holding himself up. Groaning, he lowered himself full onto me, his smooth, pale chest resting heavily on my lightly-furred under belly. His new position had no effect on his steady, powerful thrusts, pinning himself tightly against me. When I opened my eyes, his nose touched mine, and for one, blissful second, we stared into each other's souls.

I kissed him. I couldn't help it. I nudged my nose up, opened my muzzle, and flicked my tongue against his waiting lips. It was Roger's turn to whimper, and he shuddered quietly, opening his mouth for me. With a loud slurp, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, wrapping around his small tongue and licking every corner of his cheeks. Roger groaned, and soon, our tongues were wrestling against each other, rubbing and flicking and _slurping_and licking, the perfect complement to his steady, heady thrusts.

Roger placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, holding my legs apart and dangling in the air. I could feel his thumbs curl over to caress my bulging pussy from either side, something that even Cobalt couldn't have managed. Moaning, I convulsed around him, distracted enough that finally Roger's tongue won the match. I whined, laying back and letting the man do with me as he pleased, controlling me like I was an obedient puppy from within both sets of my quivering lips.

He broke the kiss if only to say, "God, if only Anita kissed like you do! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I _need_you, Perdie. I - I'm going to..."

I bucked my hips, squeezing down hard around the man's throbbing cock. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. The gentle _suction_sound of my pussy squeezing wetly around the base of Roger's cock was all either of us could hear, until Roger gasped, gritted his teeth, and gave in.

His balls pulsed where they pinned my tail, a loud _splurt!_Announcing the warm, bubbling splatter that was even now splattering against my innermost wall. I wasn't in heat, but it wouldn't have mattered - while some would say that Roger's cum in a dog's pussy was in the wrong place, _I_knew that the sticky load was in _exactly_the right place. I whined, yipped, and then _howled,_kicking my legs and shuddering around Roger's cock, my incredibly tight passage closing around him like a glove. I squeezed and pumped around him, milking the man of every last drop of adulterous seed.

_Poor Pongo,_Roger thought, but he didn't regret a thing.

_Poor Anita,_I whimpered, but if the woman wouldn't attend to Roger's needs, _I_would.

"Oh, God, Perdie," he moaned, dick still managing to fire another, sticky strand inside the spotted bitch. "I'm _glad_it was you!"

I panted, still thrashing in the throes of my orgasm. First Cobalt, then Flint, and now Roger had succeeded where Pongo had failed in making me squeal. I gasped and whimpered until I could gasp and whimper no more, feeling happy and warm beneath Roger.

The man kissed me on the nose, groaning as he pulled himself free of my tight, clenching cunny. "I needed that," he said. "I love you, Perdita."

Can I say the same about him? Cobalt was the love of my life and the father of my puppies. Well, at least _fifteen_of them. But I didn't think my true love would begrudge me filling in for Anita when my woman was otherwise too busy. He'd know that as deep as my affection ran for Roger, my love for Cobalt was an ocean.

Chest heaving, Roger rolled onto his back, beside me, his arm now wrapped behind my back. I nuzzled closer to him, enjoying that intimate embrace, in a dozen ways both similar and dissimilar to the feel of Cobalt's paws wrapped around my rump. I licked his cheek, starting to fall asleep after my long, exciting day of new...filling experiences.

My eyes flipped open when I heard Roger rub his cock and groan. "Ugh, I'd better clean this up or Anita will have a lot of questions in the morning..."

Forget sleep. I rolled onto my belly, standing over the tall, naked man. "Perdita?" he asked, confused. I knew my job. Licking my lips, I lowered my muzzle to his softening cock and began guzzling up the sticky mixture of Roger, Cobalt, Flint, and my own excitement. Roger groaned, his hands reflexively gripping the back of my head, but he didn't push me away. In fact, he started to move my muzzle around to each spot, humping weakly against my tongue.

"Ow,hey!" he gasped. "Perdie..."

I lowered my thick, black lips around his cock, wrapping his entire length in my moist, warm mouth. Roger just groaned, pushing up gently as I began to suck on him, sliding my tongue in every direction around his shaft and against his tip. At first, it seemed like I was making progress on the mess, but soon more cum was being added with each slurp. I knew there was only one thing I could do to prevent Roger from splattering the bed sheets in all direction, and that was make sure it all ended up in the same place.

Roger gripped the bed sheets until his knuckles were white, but even he didn't expect what I did next. My mouth wasn't good enough for my master. Pulling my mouth back with a splop!_I started to scale Roger's body, spreading my legs wide in order to straddle the tall man. When Roger opened his eyes, he met mine only a few inches away. "_Again?" he asked, as if unsure he could manage.

By way of answering, I lowered my hips, sinking the slight indentation of my sopping spade right up against his mushroom-shaped tip. Roger grinded his teeth, but he couldn't refuse such a pretty request. "Okay," he said, hands reaching down to grab my slender hips. With a firm shove, he humped up and pushed down, spearing me for the second time that night.

I'd already forgotten how _full_he made me feel. Sure, my pussy lips weren't strained like they were around Cobalt's throbbing knot, but the sheer girth of the human's cock deep inside me left me breathless. He pulled me down until I was practically sitting on his lap, thick rod holding me firmly in place. I had to really struggle to bend far enough forward to kiss him, but we managed none-the-less, our tongues entwining once again in wet bliss.

He couldn't thrust up very well from where he lay, but he _could_guide me up and down his cock with his hands. His strong muscles lifted my entire rump before plunging me back down, my pussy_squelching_loudly as it switched rapidly between achingly full and gapingly empty. I whimpered like a lost puppy every time he pulled me away.

Our rhythm began to increase, the loud _squeak_of our straining genitals announcing each thrust. Soon, I found myself joining him, rocking my own hips up and down until my teats were bouncing up and down. "Oh, Perdie..." he groaned, leaning up to kiss me as we shared the most intimate embrace.

My paws stretched and closed, digging into the sheets, tail wagging furiously, jaw dropped and moaning. I wanted that moment to last forever, but each _thud_of the head of his cock deep inside me was like the _tick_of a clock, signaling the end of our magical liaison. Roger couldn't hold on any longer, weakly humping upward as my hips took over the show, riding the large man like a pogo stick. Instead, he hands cupped my chest, rubbing each and every teat in turn until I was like a whimpering puddle of puppy in his hands.

"Perdie!" he cried, and as much as I tried to stop him, I couldn't. He slammed up into me, nestling his tip against my walls again, and let loose a volley of wet squirts. I felt each warm gush splashing into me, some of it launching straight into my womb, the rest dribbling down and leaking from my sore pussy onto his lap. With no knot, I felt like a drive-thru diner, as much coming in as out. I howled and squeezed Roger's cock, humping with soft whimpers.

When I finally pulled off of him with a loud splop!, I realized that I'd caused more mess than I'd cleaned. His crotch was coated in his own sticky juices, and some had once again seeped into the covers below us. _Oops,_I though with a grin.

Roger didn't seem to mind either. Like a man possessed, he leaned forward and put his hands beneath my front legs. "I'm not done with you, yet!" he grunted, picking me up as easily as a bag of potatoes. He got up off the bed, carrying me helplessly to the wall, where he pinned me, grinning like a boy who'd found a snake or a frog. I pushed all four legs against his chest to keep from sliding down the wall, but he shifted his grasp to my rump again, deftly spreading my hindlegs with his thumbs. My tiny paws dangled up in the air uselessly, my front paws hardly a force to reckon with. While I lay there, pinned against the wall, Roger said, "You don't decide what we do, _I_do." Lifting me by the rump, he pushed closer to the wall until his sore, hard dick was pressing up against my cum-dripping folds.

Whimpering, I spread my hindlegs until they were cramping, letting my tail dangle conveniently out of the way. Roger wasn't drunk anymore, or even buzzed, but still he looked at me with a fiery hunger. With a loud grunt, Roger shoved himself up and into me, stuffing my convulsing entrance for the third time. "I still want you," he said, marveling. "With Anita, we'd both have passed out by now!" He humped eagerly, fingers caressing my rump in a way that Cobalt could never manage.

My muzzle lined up just over Roger's shoulder, so I whined and began to lick his neck with long, warm strokes. My well-used spade stretched and strained around his long, fat cock, trembling as he pumped in and out of my tight canal. Roger felt my gentle licks, but wasn't satisfied. Dipping his head down, he lifted my muzzle and opened his mouth. Whimpering, I plunged my tongue into his mouth for our third, most passionate kiss. I could hardly believe the warm, ecstatic sensations that coursed wetly from both ends of my spotted body.

"Unf, unf!" he groaned, drilling me hard against the wall. The_thump, thump_of my rump smacking the wallpaper formed a satisfying beat for the melody of our slurps,licks, and _squelching_thrusts. Finally, he wedged himself so deep that his chest went flush with mine. My front paws crumpled up against me, my back legs spreading wide around him, paws outstretched. For one, intense moment, we were one - me, Roger, and the wall.

Roger squeezed deep and groaned as he plastered my pussy one more time. Thick, steady gushes painted me splurting_out almost as fast as they shot in. My rump was dripping in his juices now, not to mention my own fierce _squirts_of arousal. Anita simply _must_be getting something amazing on the side if she was turning down_this. I whined and shuddered, enjoying every sticky moment.

Wrapping his arms around me, the exhausted man pulled me off of the wall and collapsed with me back on the bed, never minding the juices spilling out onto the bed. He was going to have to wash the sheets already - what could a little more cum hurt? Panting, we lay together in a carnal embrace, never wanting the moment to end.

"Oh, Perdie...where have you _been_all my life?" he panted. "I know this is...kind of a special occasion, but do you think...when Pongo and Anita are away...we could...do this again?"

I smiled and licked his cheek. I wouldn't have it any other way!

Roger just chuckled. "Look at me, talking to a dog. Well, why stop now? What do you think, Perdie? It might be a while before we get another chance like this. What do you say we give it one more go?"

I was already spinning to my feet. Looking over my shoulder, I raised my tail for the man. Roger grinned, getting on his hands and knees behind me. I shivered as I felt his hands around my hips, enjoying the familiar feeling of being mounted. Whining, I shoved my tail to the side, giving Roger full access to my wares. What I _wasn't_expecting was what he did next.

He leaned over me, drawing his cock up, and up, until he poked against my tail hole! Roger joked, "Don't think I didn't notice, you little slut!" He prodded me there, making me tremble. "I know you like it up here."

I dropped my jaws staring at him over my shoulder. Sure, Flint had been one thing, and he'd certainly left quite a sticky mess in my ass, but his dog cock was short and thin, _nothing_like Roger. Shivering, I whined, but Roger said, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

What could I say? Nothing that he_would understand. Laying my ears flat, I spread my legs, tensed my muscles, and waited. Roger _humped, and his slick cock slid_into my ass with a loud _squelch!

Sure enough, Flint's cum was absolutely dripping inside of me, quickly engulfing Roger's dick and greatly easing his firm entrance. Still, he was huge! His uniformly thick cock split my rectum apart, making me bulge in every direction. Roger just grunted and leaned further forward, slowly but steadily ramming more and more of his long cock into my tail hole.

At first I just whined, but then I felt Roger slide his hands all the way around my belly, further than any dog could reach, until his fingers found my dripping slit. I yelped_in surprise, then dropped my jaw and _moaned. Roger spread me with his fingers, slipping one, two, and then three fingers between my quivering lips. Now, he didn't stuff me like Cobalt and Flint had, but his dexterous touch sent tingling electricity throughout my body in a way I'd never felt before.

As if that weren't enough, Roger jammed his fingers up and into me, searching wetly for something. He found it a moment later, the tips of his fingers rubbing roughly up against my clit, tweaking and flicking it hard, circling it and leaving me a whimpering, shuddering mess. I just squealed beneath him, bucking my hips around his unyielding shaft, my puffy spade squeezing, _slurping_and kissing his questing fingers. He was playing me every bit as deftly as his fiddle.

"God, I want you!" he cried, slamming his cock into my clenching asshole. If I was tight before, now I was a vice, the only thing keeping him going the glistening gloops of cum that lined my hole. He rammed himself harder and harder until the impossible happened! He hilted himself inside of me, his balls slapping noisily against my rather occupied cunt. That last inch I could never have taken in the cunt I managed in the ass, squeezing down around his entire length. He began to thrust his fingers at the same time as his dick, pushing me forward on the bed before pulling me back. My legs wobbled beneath his weight as he began to rest more and more on my back, his belly nestled in my spotted fur. Finally, his head lined up with mine, and I leaned back to kiss him.

That was too much for me, and as I came, so did he. My body pulsated, vibrating as I came again, the flood from my nethers mixing with his cum before spilling out on to the bed beneath us in a frothy puddle. His fingers were sopping, but Roger was too busy shoving himself home beneath my tail to care. With a loud_splurt!_He joined Flint in claiming my anus, pumping his fourth burning load straight into me. I whined as his balls clenched, bouncing against my trembling pussy. I could feel my insides bloating with warm cum, the first _squirt_finally working its way out of my ass and onto my rump.

We broke our kiss, if only to howl_and groan. We stayed at it for what seemed like minutes, humping and cumming, panting together as one. When we were finally done, we collapsed helplessly in the puddle beneath us, gasping for air, sticky, hot, and blushing at each other. I never would have imagined doing this with _Roger, and I'm sure he felt the same way about me. But now, it felt so good and so right. He was filling in for Pongo's deficiencies, and I was doing Anita's job for her.

I lay there; tail wagging, wondering when we would ever find the time to do this again, but Roger answered my question for me.

Musing out loud, my newest secret lover said, "I think maybe Anita should walk Pongo from now on. As for you...? I'll_take care of _you."

* * * * *

I'd like to say the night ended there, but we dozed off, woke up in the middle of the night, and explored each other's bodies twice more. We'd have done it again, at 6:00 in the morning, if Roger hadn't popped his eyes open. "Anita's train gets in at 6:15!" he gasped. While he grabbed the wine bottles and starting picking up the petals, I started cleaning up every surface in sight with my tongue, starting with my still-dripping cunt. It was 6:22 before I'd found every last drop, every last stain. Between Flint, Cobalt, and Roger, there were more spots than there were puppies downstairs. Thank Goodness Roger is washing the sheets - I'd never get them clean on my own!

"She'll be here any moment!" Roger gasped, grabbing the empty beer bottles. He ran to get another bedspread, neatly making the bed, while I paced in a circle, wishing I could help. The clock read 6:34 when the front door opened and Anita walked in. Roger slid into the front room. "Good morning, dear!" he gasped, still out of breath.

"Goodness," she said, yawning. "What on earth have you been doing?"

Roger smiled. "Um...push-ups my dear. You know, gotta keep the heart strong!"

Anita nodded slowly. "Of course, darling. But I - I've been up all night. I've got to get to bed."

Roger yawned as well. "Actually, I didn't get much sleep either. What say I join you?"

The young woman smiled, hugging her husband. "I'd like that."

Roger led the way, jumped over to unlock the basement door, opening for Pongo and the pups before dashing ahead of Anita into the bedroom. He glanced around the room nervously, but I saw what he saw: a perfect, clean, unsuspicious bed room. Roger took a deep breath and said, "This way, my lady," indicating the bed.

Then I saw it. A big, pearly white glob_on the wall where Roger had fucked me. The humans hadn't seen it yet, but they sure _would. The fluid was welling up at the bottom, threatening at any moment to drip. As quietly as I could, I crept over to the wall, waiting for Anita to be distracted. My moment came finally when Roger spun her around, lowering her gently into the bed where'd he spent the night before fucking me. I lapped up the drop quickly, turning away as if nothing had happened, and Anita had no idea.

Relief washed over me. I left the happy couple to themselves, secure that my master wouldn't realize that I'd been filling in for her. Or rather, Roger had been 'filling' me in. Nosing the door to the basement open, I snuck downstairs, managing not to wake any of the 99 sleeping puppies. They always snored in a pile like rocks. But Pongo heard me.

He sniffed, confused. "Perdie?" he asked.

"Yes, dear?"

"What was all that racket yesterday? Roger locked me in the basement!"

I smiled sweetly at my husband. "Roger was composing a new piece, and I thought I might _howl_along. Was I too loud?"

"Oh, no, dear. Also -"

"What?"

"What's that smell?" he asked, sniffing around my rump.

I looked Pongo straight in the eye and lied, "I missed you last night, while you were stuck down here. I had to...take matters into my own...tongue."

His eyes widened. "Well...I'm here now," he said grinning.

_Fuck. _Spending time with Pongo was the _last_thing I wanted now. "In front of the kids!?" I said in a hush.

"Well, we could go upstairs," he offered.

I shook my head. "The pups will wake any minute now, and besides, I'm really_tired. Roger kept me up _all night. Maybe later."

I curled up into a ball on my bed, and Pongo lie down next to me, tail drooping.

Disappointed, I knew, but he has no idea_what I've really been up to. _My tail wagged as I tried to fall asleep, anxiously looking forward to my next walk - with Roger.