No Cock Like Horsecock
A canine couple visit their equine friends for a lovely dinner and catch up. Things take a turn when wife gets left alone with husband, but the wrong husband.
“Hellooo!"
“Hiiiii!"
The threshold to the two-story home filled with high-pitched greetings as two wives hugged with joy, while their husbands simply clasped hands beside them. The pair still partially in the doorway, the owners of the house, were a large stallion of patchy brown and tan fur, and his mare wife, a curvy equine with a full brown coat. She was dwarfed by her husband, though everybody was when standing next to him. The other two were canines, a wolf and a dog. The mare hugged the equally curvy malamute with white and creamy fur, while her husband greeted a muscular black wolf with a scar across one milky eye.
“Come on in! We've got some biscuits laid out." Exclaimed Jessica as she pulled Winter in by the wrist. Their husbands exchanged an amused look then followed inside.
The four of them, friends of many years, caught each other up on their lives with a familiarity that made it seem like several months hadn't passed since they last sat together. The lupine husband, Jerome, reclined in the sole armchair of the loungeroom, while the other three cuddled up on the wider sofa. The man of the house, Hewitt, sat comfortably between the two beautiful girls with a thick arm around each of their shoulders. They talked for hours until the sun began to set, and the biscuits ran low. After crunching through a cookie his wife had fed him, the stallion's deep voice rumbled.
“So anyway, how'd deployment go?"
“Oh, just swell." The wolf replied, pointing at his own blind eye. “The marines let me go after that. Done a good enough job to live comfortably, and combined with the injury pay I can probably ride it out to retirement if I'm careful. What about you?"
The stallion nuzzled his wife briefly. “I'm actually working with Jess now!"
“The big guy is hopeless with interviews," she continued, “so I pulled some strings and now he's my little office subordinate!" Jessica leaned up to plant a kiss on his forehead.
“Huh, maybe I could do that."
Hewitt's long muzzle swivelled around to Jerome. “Work with us?"
“Nah, with my wife. Winter is a plumber."
“And an electrician!" she added.
“Wait, a plumber?" Jessica peered around her husband's bulk at Winter. The dog's snowcapped ears perked up in response.
“Yeah, why?"
“Our shower broke last night. Water everywhere. It was a nightmare! Do you think you could-“
Winter jumped off the sofa, tail wagging in eagerness to help out. “I can fix it! I got some tools in the car, lemme go get them."
With that, the malamute bounded out the front, leaving the other three laughing. She returned a minute later, toolbox in one paw and a glint to prove herself in her eyes.
“Where's the shower??"
Jessica stifled the remnants of a chuckle as she pointed, “Upstairs. Hew, be a dear and show her please. I'm going to get started on dinner."
“Sure!" The stallion hopped up and joined Winter at the foot of the stairs, “right this way madam~"
The eager canine followed Hewitt's massive frame upstairs, his steps echoing much louder around the house than hers. The sounds of their movement ceased as they reached their destination, leaving Jerome and Jessica to wonder if the plumbing could even be remedied with the tools on hand. Time would tell. The brown mare heaved herself up with a sigh.
“Alright, make yourself at home. I'll be in the kitchen."
“Nonsense." Jerome stood with a wolfish grin, “I help out more around the house than you'd think. Wait until you see what these paws can do~"
Hewitt led Winter into the master bedroom, then the ensuite bathroom beyond. The malamute blushed upon spying a bottle of half-empty lube left out on their bedside table as she passed through. He stood to the side to allow her through, revealing a fairly normal-looking shower. Winter set her toolbox down then stepped into the shower, inspecting the head and handles for leaks. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“So, what's wrong with it?"
He pointed to the handle. “It sprays out crazy hard when you turn it."
“Okay, let's see-“
Winter angled the shower head into the wall, then spun the handle slightly.
“No wait-!"
As the canine looked up, a jet of cold water slammed into her chest. All of the water pressure forced into just a small break in the handle sprayed like a firehose, blasting Winter off her feet. Had she anticipated it, the relatively low volume of water wouldn't have been an issue, but Winter was fully expecting the water to come from the shower head, so the surprise was just enough to make her unsteady. However, she also had a firm grip on the handle, meaning that she ripped it right off as she stumbled back.
A torrent of water exploded out of the wound in the pipes, absolutely soaking the wailing malamute in a split second. As the liquid threatened to make a mess of the entire bathroom, Hewitt stepped in and closed the shower door behind them, trapping both anthros in a confined stall with an aggressive leak. Together they cried out, uselessly trying to stop the spray with their hands. Hewitt covered her with his body, allowing Winter the clarity to pick up the fallen handle and screw it back on. The cold spray ceased, though the damage could not be undone; Winter had to hold it there or the pressure would blast it back off.
“Ah fuck, sorry. Hew can you get my toolbox?"
“Yep!"
The equally drenched horse stepped out to retrieve the plumber's equipment then closed himself back in with her, keeping his dripping form where it wouldn't make a mess of anything. Together they worked, almost pressed together with all four hands trying to fiddle on the same spot. Winter knelt underneath him, screwing a new attachment on as the water freely blasted out – they didn't care, they were already soaked through. The canine's fluffy fur was pressed down under its own weight, and her normally hidden breasts were clearly outlined with how her shirt clung.
Hewitt wasn't doing too bad until he glanced down into his friend's cleavage and noticed her well defined nipples poking through the damp fabric. Moments later, Winter felt a meaty bulge pressing into the back of her head. She blushed and he attempted to move, which caused his grip on the faulty handle to falter. A strong burst of water hit the flustered wife in the face and she huffed.
“I-its fine, stay there and hold it aligned or I can't fix it."
“Yep.."
They stayed there, bodies pressed together with very little between them and fixed the shower. As embarrassing as it was, the sexually active horse could not help but be aroused by the dog in her wet t-shirt. The tent of his damp shorts hovered by Winter's ear, entering her peripheral vision due to sheer size. She blushed and worked through it, attaching a spare washer, applying sealant, then reattaching the troublesome handle. More embarrassing than her married friend's massive cock on her shoulder was her own wetness. Not the water that soaked through both their clothing and fur, but feminine arousal in simple reaction to the strong male pressed against her.
Winter spun the handle, then warily withdrew her paw. The handle remained in place, and the shower head poured as expected - not a single drop leaked from anywhere else. They breathed a joined sigh of relief.
“That should do it. Temporary. I'll come by another day to fix it properly."
“Thanks Winter. Appreciate it.."
The air of awkwardness still permeated the bathroom. Hewitt stood and turned away, hiding his obvious erection while she hid her chest and packed away her tools. Then came the logistical puzzle: how would they acquire some dry clothes? Winter stood and looked to the stallion, an arm shielding her nipples from his view. Her expression asked a shy, hopeful question.
“Uhhh, you can borrow some of Jess' clothes. We'll just, uhm.."
Hewitt glanced out of the bathroom. Carpeted bedroom lay beyond, and they were still dripping. The single towel in the bathroom wasn't enough to dry them. At least, definitely not the fluffy malamute with litres of water held in her fur. He sighed.
“Jess'll kill me if I damage the carpet. Uhm.. I'm gonna dry off, then get you some of her clothes. I'm sure she won't mind."
Winter averted her gaze with a blush once she realised she'd been staring at the married stallion's chiselled body, then nodded meekly. She'd seen Hewitt naked before, and vice versa on a holiday several years ago. They were younger, more carefree, and most importantly they were single back then. Hewitt began to strip, and they turned their backs to each other respectfully. The horse made himself bare and began to dry off his much thinner fur, leaving Winter to shiver in the shower stall. Being left in soaked clothing made her cold, so she began to strip as well.
“I'll be right back, hold tight."
Without sparing another glance, Hewitt left Winter alone with her thoughts. Shameful, horny thoughts. In trying to look anywhere the horse wasn't, the malamute had glanced into the mirror, perfectly angled to reflect Hewitt from a side angle. Meaning, she had a pretty good view of his jutting cock. She had stared at the mirror longer than she intended to. Bigger than she remembered; even for a horse, Hewitt was hung. Jessica must be happy. As Winter disrobed, her fingers passed over her lower lips, feeling feminine juices and much more sensitivity than she expected. She gasped, then without a thought, plunged a finger into her folds.
It felt so wrong, so naughty. Jerome was big, but Hewitt was definitely bigger. Size, girth, length, the horse had more. She pushed a second finger into her cunt, then a third. Even if she shoved her whole fist in, Winter doubted it would stretch her like the horse would. What was she thinking?? The canine was married to her wolf, the love of her life. They couldn't be happier! And still, she couldn't stop masturbating to the thought of her married friend's length splitting her open. Something about horsecock, the incomparable size of it, tickled something forbidden inside of her.
“I brought a laundry tub, you can put your wet-“
Winter's eyes snapped up to Hewitt, who had caught her with four fingers plunged into her snatch. She quickly withdrew the paw and turned to hide her shame, while the stallion coughed and walked in with a tub of fresh towels and clothing. He'd neglected to get changed himself in favour of returning to Winter as soon as possible, thus hid his growing erection behind the tub. Hewitt stood in awkward silence, glancing between Winter's soggy clothing piled in the corner, the tub of fresh cloth, the married dog's arousal soaking her crotch and coating her fingers. He swallowed.
The tension was razor thin. Faintly, they could hear the sounds of their partners in the kitchen, preparing a nice dinner. With a leg, the stallion closed the bathroom door while maintaining eye contact with the malamute who shared his horny thoughts. Slowly, deliberately, Hewitt set down the tub to reveal his fully erect equine length, sticking up at an angle and throbbing in anticipation. Winter visibly shuddered, and her gaze became locked to his studly tool. He swayed his hips slightly, and like hypnosis, her eyes tracked the tip of his flared cock. The tiny opening at the end of his rod drooled, and so did she. Winter gulped, then flicked her eyes up to see equal hunger in her married friend.
Hewitt took a hesitant step forward, and whispered so low that even someone in the bedroom wouldn't hear it, “Before we get dressed, let's make sure the shower works…"
She nodded in agreement, her eyes glazed over by whatever spell his horsecock had put on her. “Yeah. Let's not get the new clothes wet…"
It was a poor reason, and a poorer excuse. They both knew it. Nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to pretend they weren't about to make a big mistake. It didn't make sense for them to try the shower with them both in the bathroom, naked. It made less sense for them to both be in the shower stall when it happened, yet Winter left the translucent door open, and Hewitt stepped in to join her. Somehow the space seemed bigger when they were in there earlier, working and clothed. Their naked bodies, the private parts reserved for their partners, made them realise how cramped the same space truly was when trying to avoid touching each other.
Obviously, they had to press against one another instead.
They shared an awkward moment of eye contact, then Winter forced her gaze down – onto Hewitt's erection. The stallion was less reserved, and drank in the sight of his friend's beautiful body. He boldly closed the gap, causing Winter to freeze as his heated shaft pressed between their stomachs. To maintain the lie they told themselves, Hewitt reached over to turn the handle, allowing the water to cascade. It was cold at first, which made their heated bodies all the more pleasant. The husband adjusted the flow, then held onto the firm butt of his friend's wife as the water temperature gradually became comfortable.
“Haah, seems to work just fine~" she breathed into the equine's chest. Winter didn't know what to do with her paws, so she hesitantly brushed his sides. Her touch roamed, tracing impressive muscles to chiselled abs, then finally to their cock. It was forbidden and taboo, yet that only excited Winter more as she tentatively touched the married man's length, then wrapped a paw around it. It was hot, and big enough that one paw couldn't encircle its girth. With two, she could grip him properly and started to slowly stroke, mesmerised by its size.
The pretence of testing the shower quickly faded when Hewitt stopped kneading her ass to slip a hand between the malamute's legs and rub her sodden mound, before roughly fingering her. The gasp forced out of her was concealed by the shower's downpour, though Winter reached back to increase the flow just in case. The spray beat down harder, easily drowning out any but the loudest noises.
Winter continued rubbing his throbbing length, and Hewitt could feel her pussy almost trying to suck in his thick fingers in desperation. Neither would refuse the other's advances, so the question was how far they'd go with their husband and wife just one floor down.
“This.. Is wrong." Hewitt grunted in a brief moment of clarity, though he continued pumping two digits in and out of her soaking slit. His sex life was great. Jessica put out more than anyone else he knew, and the stallion was completely satisfied. Yet, it felt good to know he made another man's wife horny for him, and damn she had a nice body too. All the curves and beauty of his own wife, though the forbidden nature of the moment made him desire Winter carnally. Hewitt had nothing but respect for Jerome, which somehow made it even more exciting to steal his girl.
“We should stop…" said the canine in between shuddering gasps. Winter's body betrayed her words. The stallion was so fucking hot. The fingers expertly stirring up her insides, his perfect horsecock, his physique; it all screamed breeding stud to her, just like those stereotypical horses and their stupid big dicks. Jerome was amazing in bed, but his big canine length simply couldn't compare to the breeding tool she was jerking off. Her paws rubbed over the impressive flare, traced down the veins, over the median ring, then down to the base. Winter imagined it would be like shoving an entire arm in her pussy. Better than that. And his balls; two titanic orbs that hung low, overflowing with seed that would surely get her pregnant. She wanted to feel him impaling her canine pussy.
Winter shook her head. Where had that thought come from? Whether it was exposure to the sexy specimen before her, or freak coincidence, the canine's heat cycle had begun. The effects weren't noticeable, though it was making Winter far hornier than she should have been around Jessica's husband. The malamute found herself melting in his grasp, eager and pliable to his touch. It didn't take more than a suggestive nudge for her to turn around, paws braced against the shower wall.
Hewitt deeply wanted to fuck her, but it would be so ridiculously inappropriate. He was married, for fuck's sake. They both were. If he were thinking with his head, they wouldn't have gotten this far, but all that blood had rushed to elsewhere, and now that was making the decisions for him. It felt too good to stop, at least not yet. Friends did lewd horny shit all the time, and as long as they didn't fuck it would probably be fine, he reasoned. Jessica and Jerome wouldn't even know. The excuses flowed freely. Anything that would keep the pleasure going. “We'll stop, soon. Let me just.." The horse lowered his shaft down between Winter's thighs, then thrust. Over a foot of horsecock slid through the gap just under the dog's crotch, gliding dangerously close to her bare pussy.
They'd already gone too far to pretend this wasn't cheating. However, they hadn't gone all the way. Not yet. They were dancing on thoughts of It's not cheating if we don't fuck. A little touching is fine. The unspoken line was nearly broken every time Hewitt thrust his hips, causing that slippery horsecock to spread her lower lips on its journey through. Winter was trembling in the equine's grasp, her legs buckling as he fucked her thighs, dangerously close to her unprotected sex. Oh, how badly she wanted it. The canine's heat whispered to her, like a devil in her ear, with the weakening loyalty to her husband pleading in the other.
Water cascaded down their intertwined bodies, sluicing through Hewitt's hands as he groped the wife's breasts, then down to wet their slapping hips. The constant downpour made it impossible to hear the other two in the kitchen, and they hoped it muffled their infidelity just as much. Winter's soft moans mingled with Hewitt's barely constrained grunts, neither of them thinking about how far they'd gone or how close they were to going further. Almost without thought, Hewitt pushed the unfaithful wife against the wall, squishing her breasts into the tiles and making his ragged thrusts riskier than ever.
A couple times, the broad head of horsecock caught on Winter's entrance and threatened to push inside, yet the difference in size ensured that simply wouldn't happen without conscious effort. Hewitt wanted that almost as desperately as she did. The excuses rolled through her mind, overriding any thoughts of remaining faithful to dear Jerome. The malamute moved that unspoken line with a whisper.
“Just the tip…"
“Just the tip." He repeated, both confirming her words and commanding himself to go no further.
Finally, with purpose, Winter felt his sexy horsecock line up at her drooling cunt, then a growing pressure as he slowly but surely spread her open. The married dog's pussy resisted only a short time under the stud's efforts, and he began to immediately stretch her almost as wide as Jerome's knot at its full size. Stars danced at the edge of her vision as she silently screamed, and that was only the tip! Her greedy pussy wanted more, and did everything it could to suck Hewitt deeper. Teasingly, to both, the hung horse pulled out instead, then popped the tip back in as promised. In and out, just the tip, for a delicious minute until the line moved again.
Hewitt couldn't resist; her cunt was simply too snug and welcoming. He fucked her with just the flared head of his cock, resisting the urge to sink all the way but succumbing to small pleasurable increments. With each breathtaking thrust an additional fraction of an inch pushed deeper into Winter, and the line moved just as much so that they wouldn't cross it. Bit by bit, the two married anthros betrayed their partners. They couldn't help it, with Winter's heat and Hewitt's needy sex drive. Slaves to their instincts, rutting like animals; that's all they were anymore. Neither could remember to hold back their passionate moans anymore, or when the stallion had started burying his entire length in her.
It was miraculous that neither Jerome nor Jessica heard their frantic fucking, though it was hard to care at the moment. Their partners could have walked into the bathroom to see Hewitt, the stud of a stallion that he was, fucking Winter stupid against the shower wall and they wouldn't have stopped; he was far too busy permanently ruining the wolf's wife. Her inner walls resized to accommodate the stallion's rod, completely forgetting the shape of her mate. Whereas Jerome had a knot, curves and varying girth, Hewitt's pleasure rod hammered every single one of the malamute's weak spots constantly thanks to its overpowering size.
It was the kind of addicting feeling that she couldn't, and wouldn't, come back from. Winter shuddered as she came hard, slumping against the wall to be held up only by the stallion. Had she known that horsecock was this good, Winter would have cheated on her husband long ago. Not even with Hewitt, any horse could have easily stolen her, though now that she'd had a forbidden taste of adultery behind closed doors, she was addicted to him specifically. He didn't know it yet, but the stud had broken her into his personal cocksleeve already.
He impaled her on equine dick, from thick head to equally thick base, and she shamelessly thrust her hips against him. The worst of their sins was the raw, unprotected nature of their primal mating. Neither considered a condom, nor the end of the path they were taking; mistakes amplified by the beginnings of Winter's heat cycle. She needed it, and Hewitt wasn't going to miss the delicious opportunity.
With feral lust, the horse spun Winter around and picked her up, easily manhandling the smaller woman like she was no more than a fleshlight. Hewitt slammed her against the wall once more and practically dropped her back onto his mottled shaft, sinking her all the way to the base. The dog's arms and legs wrapped around him, then they made out – sloppy, French kissing to match their enthusiastic fucking. It was there, against the wall, held up almost entirely by the equine cock corrupting her, that she was impregnated.
Hewitt buried himself deep and filled her mouth with his dominant tongue, then his grapefruit-sized balls dumped their load out. The horse's flare had long since battered open the entrance to Winter's cervix, allowing the first rope of equine seed to slam directly into the back of her womb, immediately satisfying a craving she didn't know she had. The result was an explosive climax, longer and more intense than any before it. The orgasmic high sealed her fate as Hewitt's fuck toy, and promised a lack of satisfaction were she to ever allow Jerome inside her again. A rush of female juices joined the rest of Hewitt's creampie, ensuring his swimmers had the best chance to steal the malamute's eggs from the wolf downstairs.
The stud merely breathed hard into his conquest's neck, while Winter howled out loud for the man who now owned her body. They stayed there, coupled under the warm spray of the shower while Hewitt finished breeding the cheating wife. There was never any regret; what started as guilty pleasure and circumstance ended with fulfilling revelations. For the stallion, he found out how good it felt to claim someone who belonged to another. For Winter, she realised there was no cock like horsecock.
The shower conveniently washed away most of the evidence, and Winter eagerly agreed to apply a band-aid over her slit to keep her stud's precious seed where it belonged. They exchanged a few words as they washed each other, making promises to go behind their partner's backs for some more. She cleaned Hewitt's cock with her throat. With towels and borrowed clothes, the two were finally able to dry off, collect themselves, then go downstairs to meet up with their husband and wife.
Given how long it took to fix the faulty handle, the sex, and the after-sex shower, it was surprising to see Jessica still in the midst of preparing dinner. Jerome sat at the kitchen bench, sipping from a bottle of beer – his wife joined him while Hewitt dutifully aided the mare. The canine and stallion played it cool, like he hadn't just fucked her brains all over the shower stall. Thankfully, neither partner picked up on the clues; a cheeky grope, flirting eyes, sexual innuendos – they got away with everything somehow. They didn't even question when Winter sat in Jessica's usual spot at the dining table, right next to Hewitt.
Dinner was nothing special: a quick stir-fry the mare whipped up after Jerome had apparently ruined her original plans in an attempt to help. The clumsy wolf was sheepish, though the mistake in the kitchen only seemed to make him closer with Jessica. Hewitt was glad to see him get along with his wife; it eased the sins of cheating in his mind.
“Did you get it fixed?" Jessica asked before shoving a spoonful into her mouth.
The malamute stuttered, coming up with an appropriate story on the fly, “Uh, y-yeah sorta. Way more broken than expected I'm afraid. Took ages to sort out. It'll work for a while, but the patch is temporary. I'll have to come by again for those pipes later." She smirked at her stud, getting away with yet another innuendo.
“When you do, make sure to bring your husband along. He is such excellent company." Beamed the mare, exchanging a familiar look with Jerome. “Good with his hands too! Most of the time."
The dinner continued with small talk and the clinking of spoons against bowls. Hewitt put a possessive arm around Winter's back, though it looked friendly to the two sitting across from them. His strong hand found her waistband then slipped down the back to grab at her ass, reminding the canine of the band-aid keeping her full of his seed. Jerome copied the gesture for Jessica, spreading the curvy horse's ass for a glob of potent wolf cum to escape. The husbands and wives smiled to each other, none the wiser.