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I reluctantly parked the car in the driveway, then exited the driver’s side seat as I eyed the bicycle left leaning against the garage door. One of my ears folded in slight annoyance, the stress of the workday lingering while I walked inside the house, briefcase in one paw and grocery bag in the other. My Dalmatian tail wagged though at the thought of having two full days off. Plus, have a nice hot shower and a hot meal. Closing the front door behind me, my ears perked up at the sound of…moaning? “Earl?” I called out on my way to the kitchen. “Early Birth, whose bike was that?” My answer arrived the moment I reached the end of the small hallway. The scent of cooking lasagna came from the oven. I discovered my husband at the kitchen table wearing an opened brown bathrobe that matched parts of his German Shepherd fur. He held a tablet but stared into empty space with a content expression on his muzzle, which lay open and panting in pleasure. His eyes lit up when they turned to me. “Hey there, hun. How was work today?” At a different angle, I finally spotted the owner of the bicycle kneeling beneath the kitchen table, grasping onto the German Shepherd’s legs and bobbing his head up and down on Earl’s crotch. He appeared human with fair skin and a mop of black hair that have been growing out. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Who do you have under the table, Earl?” “You remember Johnny from—Mmmmmfh—down the street?” Earl asked between huffs. “Johnny Mueller?” I felt my tail wag. “Didn’t he move away after college graduation?” “Yep,” my husband confirmed. “Attended college and lived there for a year with an—Ahhhhh!—an old roommate but just came back. Mmmm. Hehe, he also finally came out to his folks and wanted to—Ohhhhh yeah—say hello.” I heard a pair of snacking lips let go of something wet, then saw one of the hands wave in my direction. “Hey there, Ron!” he greeted from under an obscuring tablecloth. “Good to be back.” “Hi Johnny,” I replied with a smile. “Congrats on graduating.” “Thank you,” he chuckled, then returned to sucking on my husband. Earl and I exchanged knowing nods. I decided to hold off on the shower for a bit, instead opting to pull back the chair closest to Earl and scooted it closer until we were hip to hip. I unbuckled my belt and shimmied my work pants down until I sat with my cheeks on the wooden chair. I left my legs deliberately wide. It wasn’t long until a soft collection of five human fingers experimentally squeezed the base of my shaft. “Mmmmm, just what the doctor ordered…” I hummed in bliss from the touch. My right paw reached underneath the tablecloth and affectionately scratched the cheek of a blushing young man midway through sucking off my husband and stroking my cock. “Good boy.” I heard him giggle around the girth of my German Shepherd, followed by unrestrained, slurping and muffled moaning, as I felt the younger human, not only suck my partner, but beginning to jerk me off at the same time. None of those human digits were inexperienced or operated in the blind. Clearly, Johnny had been doing more than studying engineering while at university. He likely earned so much hands-on experience too. My husband and I had known for years that Johnny had a crush on the two of us, ever since he was in high school. He tried hiding his attraction towards men and especially Dogs as much as he could, but we could always tell. The way he secretly gazed at us whenever I either mowed the lawn with my shirt off or Earl swam in his speedo at the local pool. Plenty of humans of all genders ogled us, some more blatantly than others, but it wasn’t until recently that our suspicions were confirmed when Johnny sported an accidental boner while hugging me during last summer’s 4th of July block party. After which, we had a very long, private conversation with the lad. Long and hard in the best possible ways. And here he was, back from college, switching between Earl’s cock and mine underneath the table as I watched local news on the walled TV and Earl pretended to keep reading the newspaper. “Oohhhhh yeah,” I whimpered with a widening grin. My tail batted the back of the chair as the human suckled my sheath. “Right there…Dig deeper into it with your tongue—Ohoho fuck yes…” “Told you he liked that,” Earl commented between pants, and Johnny giggled around one of the pulsating bulbs of my knot. “Don’t neglect me now. Keep jerking it, kiddo. Mmmm, yes. Like that. Good boy.” When it came to giving blowjobs, what humans lacked in slender muzzles and agile tongues, they more than made up for with enthusiasm. And Johnny was extremely enthusiastic to us. He lathered my length, practically swallowing my sheath while inhaling the wet shaft, before replacing his mouth with his fingers to focus on Earl. The alarm to the oven suddenly went off. Without blinking, my German shepherd set the newspaper aside on the table and hovered his backside slightly off the chair. The rest of his bathrobe fell open as he made quick, orgasmic thrusts, bucking his hips and grunting. Closing his eyes tight, baring his teeth, Earl let out a pleasured growl. The muffled sucking from before became instant gurgling and moans. Johnny let go of my length and grabbed onto Earl’s bare thighs, grasping onto his fur while swallowing most of the canine length’s seed. Almost. By the time Earl patted the human’s black hair and walked over to focus on the oven, I helped Johnny to his feet out from under the table and he emerged with splatters of cum all over his shirt and blushing, smiling face. Based on the huge wet spot in his jeans, it looked like the human had cum hands-free too. I snickered while licking up my husband’s spent seed with my tongue, making the college graduate laugh like a tickled lover. “Hehe, thank you, Ron.” I left one more kiss on his lips. “No problem, Johnny,” I replied. “You did a great job down there.” “Been practicing,” he joked. “Oh! And before I forget,” I informed the young human, “you left your bike parked outside the garage door. Mind moving it?” “Sorry,” he sheepishly said. A lecherous thought crossed my mind. “That’s okay. On second thought…” I licked my lips as I eyed Earl setting dinner on the kitchen counter. “If you’re up for it, do you wanna stay for dinner and catch us up on what you’re doing?” He lit up and nodded feverishly. “I’d love to! I’ll just text my folks that I’ll be here and not to worry.” I patted his shoulder. “Good boy. But first, you can worry about your bike,” I winked and wagged my tail, “after you join me for a shower.” “I think that’s a good idea,” Johnny said, laughing in embarrassment. “I’ve got cum all over my clothes.” “Speaking of which,” I turned to Earl. “Sweetie, can you—” “Long as you two don’t take too long in the shower,” Earl replied, giving us a wink. “We might need to take another shower tonight.”