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It was Monday, and Trey had the house all to himself. The doberman was waiting out the clock until his wife got home from work, since Sharon was putting in the extra hours to help cover Debra’s shift. So, it wouldn’t be until around 8 or 9 o’clock that she got back. He’d already placed a DoorDash order for her, so she’d be having dinner in about an hour when she could finally take a break. Meanwhile, he stood in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. For those rare moments when he was alone, he lived a lot like he was still a bachelor, and easy meals were his go-to. Pre-marriage Trey loved protein bars, cereal, and eating out. It was only after he started dating Sharon that homecooked meals became a central part of his eating habits. One of the reasons he had to go to the gym so diligently was due to his wife’s ability to cook. For a woman that always complained about her butt getting bigger she never seemed to connect the butter content of her cooking with the size of her ass. He’d been texting back and forth with her throughout the day, and by the sound of it she was getting worked to the bone. It wasn’t very often that she had to work a 14 plus hour shift, and Monday was the day the store got its biggest deliveries. Sharon was on her feet the whole time helping unload and sort fresh plants, bags of soil, fertilizers, everything you’d expect to find in a garden supply store. Trey knew that when she finally got home, she’d be bone tired. He rinsed out his cereal bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Comparatively, his day had been pretty easy, as he mostly worked from home. He did head outside to show off two houses, but neither of those took longer than an hour each and neither had resulted in any offers. But on the bright side, the house he was selling to the Bachus couple was moving along without any hassle. Trey wasn’t confident he could close on that one this week, as he’d been a little too eager in his initial estimates. But the good news was that the couple wasn’t backing away from the sale, and the seller was happy to finally be getting rid of his property. It was only a matter of time before everything cleared and Trey could collect his commission. But apart from that, he’d largely finished up all the work that needed doing today. At least for this week, his real estate work had reached a point where there was more waiting than there was any actual doing. Some of the properties he was trying to sell were tied up in negotiations, or he was waiting on a broker, and there were plenty of emails in his inbox where he was waiting for replies that would give him some kind of confirmation or a go-ahead. Unless he got a request to show off a house, he almost felt like twiddling his thumbs. So, he made himself busy around the house. The doberman started by taking out the trash, emptying out the kitchen bin and grabbing up whatever else he could find in the living room. Trash collection would swing by early tomorrow morning, so Trey dumped what garbage he could find and put it in the large green bin they kept in the garage, then dragged it out to the end of the driveway. The living room was already clean, and the kitchen wasn’t a mess. All the dishes were in the washer, and there weren’t enough clothes in the hamper to bother emptying it, and he’d just taken out the trash. When Sharon got home, she wouldn’t immediately see anything that she’d think needed doing, so she could just collapse and rest. Probably shower first so the bedsheets wouldn’t smell like potting soil. But it’d be a few hours before she finally made it home, so Trey had nothing else to do but to step back into his home office. The small study in their home was his personal office. It contained a desk for his work, two chairs for guests, a bookshelf filled with literature related to his line of work, and then in the small closet space he had filing cabinets where he stored all of his hard copies. Knowing he had a lot of time to himself, he took off his pants and tossed them over the back of his office chair before sitting down. He jiggled his mouse to wake up his laptop, then typed in his password. The background on his laptop was a photo of him and his wife on their wedding day, something cheesy and cliché for a married man’s personal computer. Personal in that he wholly owned it, even though it was his work laptop. He wasn’t a freelancer, but pretty much everything in his office was his own property, not provided to him by the agency he worked for. So, when he clicked on the browser icon, he didn’t need to worry about any HR or IT department sniffing him out as he started typing into the search bar. His browser history began to autocomplete the web address, and he tapped the Enter key. The power of fiber optic internet loaded the screen instantly, revealing his porn site of choice. Sharon didn’t know he did this, and she couldn’t snoop his laptop since she didn’t know the password to log into it. He only ever did what he was about to do when she wasn’t home, so whenever she would see him at his computer it was because he was working. The doberman clicked on the tab at the top labeled ‘Interspecies’ before scrolling down the page of results. Nothing caught his eye, so he clicked inside the website’s search bar and started typing his favorite search tags, then started browsing the results. Busty, curvy, big tits, deepthroat, anal, knot fucking. He had a wide array of things he was interested in, but today he ended up settling on anal, and started trying different combinations of search tags to see if he could find something worth watching. He didn’t used to look at porn, at least not in his relationship with Sharon. Trey had been a semi-avid consumer of smut before he started dating her, but after they got together he made an effort to avoid it out of respect for her. Being in a sexless relationship made it a challenge, as he had a naturally high libido, but once she started giving him blowjobs it was suddenly an effortless thing to forego a porn site in favor of waiting for the next chance to dump a load down Sharon’s throat. It wasn’t until after they’d gotten married that Trey realized that Sharon’s vanilla nature wasn’t a phase or something temporary. He might have lasted a year or a little more in their marriage, before he started sliding back into some of his old pre-Sharon habits. He found a video of a german shepherd screwing a lizard lady in a public restroom. It didn’t look staged, which kind of made it trashy. It wasn’t what he was looking for. He tried a few more but wasn’t interested in any of those either. So, he changed tactics and clicked the Login button. On his anonymous account he had a slew of videos he’d already favorited. Skimming his options, he clicked on one, then started watching while he let his hand wander down to his underwear. The vixen on the screen was sexy with a pair of massive tits. If decadence could be a porno, it was anything this lady was in. The only thing she didn’t do was park a dick in her pussy, since she was an anal-only slut. He’d seen the foreplay on this video so many times that he’d grown bored of it, so he used his mouse to start skipping past the fluff until he was watching the main course. Trey then leaned back in his chair and simply enjoyed the view of a beautiful woman being bent over the arm of a couch while getting railed in the ass. She took it like a champ, eager and willing, throwing her ass back at this huge zebra stud. The vixen was true professional porn star, the vixen was putting in effort. He wished his wife was like that, energetic and eager for some fat dick. Trey had a lot of sexual energy to give, but he just wasn’t allowed to deliver it. Sharon wasn’t that type. Maybe calling it vanilla was wrong, she just didn’t want that kind of sex life. Either it was too intense for her, or too exhausting. Sometimes Trey didn’t know. Mismatched energy. Calling it vanilla was just the easiest way to describe it. So, he’d switched back to watching porn, as he could live vicariously through the sex lives of internet women who fully gave themselves up to their libidos. The vixen in the video fucked without shame, throwing her ass back, throwing her tail up and over her shoulders, verbally encouraging her partner to cram it into her even deeper. The doberman’s cock was half hard, a very lazy erection that was struggling to reach its peak even as he fondled himself like his dick was a worry stone. As hot as porn could be, his imagination was required to finish the job. His eyes would watch a woman like this slutty vixen, but in his head, he’d try to paint over her face and body so he could pretend it was Sharon. She was the woman he really wanted to fuck, not the surrogate currently occupying his computer screen. Once he had a mental picture of Sharon bend over the arm of the couch, his cock was quick to respond. Sharon’s voice wasn’t anything like the vixen’s so that was a bit immersion breaking, but nothing was ever perfect, so he muddled along. He lost interest in anal after a few minutes of watching the vixen, as Sharon would never let him up her backdoor. So, he switched to something more plausible. He went back to his favorite videos and skimmed his options. There was a good one of a pretty little thing riding a great dane’s lap. He clicked it. The video wasn’t as professionally polished at the one with the vixen. It was some amateur looking clip of a skinny raccoon bouncing on a huge dane. The camera guy was filming from behind them while the dane laid down on the floor. The raccoon was eagerly bouncing on him; her feet planted on the floor with both his on his chest. Trey would love to see Sharon ride him like that, just slamming her hips down onto his cock to try and force his knot inside. The dane wasn’t even as hung as Trey, which was an ego booster. The idea of Sharon just splitting herself open on his cock was as thrilling as it was impossible. It was a shame the raccoon wasn’t a bit thicker, since Sharon had a much nicer ass. Round, grabbable, soft to the touch. She hated it when he described her as being squishy, but she was. A big plush pillow. He could imagine the noise her ass would make if he ever fucked the hell out of her, a sweet and pleasant clap. He continued to stroke himself, his balls feeling heavy under his dick from a full day of not popping his cock. He and Sharon hadn’t done anything on Sunday, since they’d done quite a bit on Saturday. She was tapped out of sex until maybe tomorrow or Wednesday if her mood was agreeable to it. The doberman clicked off the raccoon video, then went looking for something more his speed. He wanted to jerk it vicariously through someone screwing the hell out of a girl. Glancing again at his options, he clicked on another video of the blonde vixen. It was a clip, probably ripped from a larger video, but it featured her on all fours while a stallion mounted her from behind. It was obviously anal, but Trey couldn’t see the penetration so he could pretend it was whichever hole he wanted it to be. The camera was from behind them, giving a backside view of a large horse thunderously slamming himself home into the vixen slut, making her howl. What Trey wouldn’t give to make Sharon howl like that, but she’d probably divorce him if he ever tried. She could be so quick to shut him down if he ever went too rough with her that it was pointless to try for anything more intense than a vanilla grind. It was kind of depressing, but he didn’t think he had any business complaining. His life was otherwise perfect, except for this one ugly mark of incompatibility. There were men out there that would kill to swap places with Trey, and he’d remind himself of that whenever he’d start to feel himself get frustrated with his situation. Trey continued to watch the vixen get railed, switching hands and stroking himself to the thought of his wife bent over and offering herself up for the best dick Trey could deliver. He was probably making his problem worse by doing this. Watching something he wanted but couldn’t have was likely some sort of psychological no-no, but he didn’t know what else to do. He could talk to his wife about it, sure, but that would actually require taking a risk. He had a good marriage, she loved him, it’s just he was far and above her speed in the bedroom. That’s not her fault. So, porn was his go-to outlet, gave himself something to daydream about before blowing a load. Once his mind got that much needed dose of post-nut clarity, he could chill out and go back to his normal daily routine. It took the edge off his frustration when Sharon wasn’t around to give him a blowjob or better. The video wasn’t very long, so once it ended, he let go of his dick and grabbed the mouse. He moved the cursor over to the right side of the screen and started scrolling through the long vertical list of recommended videos. None of them looked interesting, but he clicked on a video of some goth girl giving a blowjob. As he let that one play, he kept skimming the sidebar lazily until he clicked on a different video, and then another one. Just haphazardly surfing through random videos with thumbnails that promised something arousing only to fail in the delivery. Then he paused, staring at a thumbnail in the sidebar of a woman’s ass straddling a guy’s lap. The lightly toasted fur of her ass and dark-colored feline tail had him intrigued. The current video of a corgi girl choking on someone’s dick was no longer interesting, so he clicked on the new thumbnail. The screen refreshed, and the next video began to play. A petite-looking feline girl was now gyrating her hips at the camera, grinding her ass energetically on some guy’s lap. The camera was from the point of view of the lucky guy with a cat in his lap, filming the woman as she straddled him with her back to the viewer. Trey eyed her up; the mix of light color furred with dark toasted patches clued him in that she might have been a siamese like Sharon. Living vicariously suddenly got so much easier. She wasn’t as curvy as Sharon, and her hair was longer and dyed some shade of wine red. The girl looked a lot younger too. All these little differences separated her from his wife, but those were just little things. He could still cut past them and pretend, and pretend he did, that he was watching his wife eagerly ride her husband’s dick. His cock was responding to the idea of that, and Trey let go of the mouse to resume his fondling. His fat cock was happy now that there was some juicy stimuli in front of him that was worth being erect for. The woman lifted her arms, running her hands through her hair as she sped her hips up, rapidly rocking forward and backward as she rode her partner. Her tits were big, like Sharon’s were, Trey could see those big tits sway in and out of view as she gyrated. As she kept it up, he eyed the title of the video. It was a very generic ‘College Slut Threesome’, although so far there were only two people in the video. Trey didn’t skip ahead any to check; he just let the video play out while he leisurely stroked himself. He had to stop when she started lifting her hips to slam them down into the guy’s lap. Whoever she was fucking was pretty hung, but he wasn’t a canine. The camera guy didn’t have a knot, and Trey’s sexual ego was telling him the porn star wasn’t as hung as he was, which may have been true. The cameraman reached out and grabbed the girl’s ass with his free hand, giving a cheek a big squeeze before tugging her cheeks open with one hand. The girl arched her back and lifted her ass in reply, the guy’s cock popping out of her pussy as she presented her rump to the camera. Ok, so his ego won, Trey was bigger. He felt smug now, watching this cute siamese chick get her rump handled by a guy with less dick than what Trey was packing. And if that chick had been Sharon, then her ass would be so much more grabbable, nice and curvy and with her husband’s fat dick primed and ready to knot the shit out of her. The cat’s pussy was drooling, Trey merrily watching and consciously overlapping the idea of his wife over this girl’s ass. A literal ‘If only this was Sharon’, a very horny ‘What if my wife backed her ass up and started begging for my dick’. Trey grabbed himself by his swelling knot and started lightly slappy his belly with his shaft, something to give his dick attention without any risk of bringing him too close to popping his cork. He had the rest of the evening to himself, so he preferred to milk the moment a little, letting his imagination drink its fill before he finished a load over his chest. As he checked out the girl’s ass, her being a siamese made it so easy to swap her out for Sharon. The girl’s coat of fur was just the right color and pattern. No dalmatian spots, no tiger stripes, not even the dappled coat of some mare. This was as close to a 1 to 1 match to his wife he could have found, thanks to the virtue of an algorithm’s recommendation. The camera guy grabbed her by the ass again and started tugging her cheeks apart, using his thumb to dig in next to the girl’s asshole. Then, there was an abrupt jump cut and the angle changed. Probably someone spliced together a bunch of downloaded clips to make one patchwork quilt of footage. “Fuck!” The girl gasped, loudly panting and grunting as a new camera man filmed her from the front while the previous guy railed her from behind. The siamese was on her hands and knees, her head bowed down as she took dick. The new cameraman was filming her with his one hand and stroking his equine cock in the other. The horse wasn’t as thick as Trey, but he was longer, but whatever. The original camera guy was revealed to be cougar, and he had the girl by her hips and was jackhammering her like a pro. Trey would love to do that to his wife, to bend her over and slam his dick in her. So, that’s what he imagined, overlapping the mental image of Sharon over the horny college slut. The girl shouted again, started begging for the guy’s dick. It sent a shiver up Trey’s spine, electric fingertips dancing up his back as his cock stiffened on command. The girl was hot, looked so much like his wife that his imagination didn’t have to work hard at all to swap one out in favor of the other. The girl’s voice was similar to Sharon’s, but he’d never heard her cuss in bed before, or even beg for his dick for that matter. “Come on, quit stallin’.” The horse with the camera told the Siamese in a Cincinnati accent. She shoved herself up, her entire body shaking from the jackhammering thrusts of the cougar. When the girl looked up at the camera Trey saw her face for the first time, and he froze stiff. Bright blue eyes looked right at Trey through the camera lens, her long reddish locks of messy hair falling down her face. The siamese girl’s face was so similar to Sharon’s that he had to let go of his dick, which was rock hard and drooling from the intensity of the 1 to 1 match with his wife. The doberman kept watching as the girl opened her mouth, smiling wide, and stuck out her tongue. The stallion lifted his dick and aimed its flared tip at her mouth and pushed forward. She swallowed his cock, swallowed more of it, holy shit he was deep throating her! Not a single gag, just a clean dick swallow from tip to base as she gulped the cameraman down. Now the video’s title was true, the siamese was being spit roasted between two men as they both started fucking her from either end. She took it like a champ, easily taking dick from both ends as her mouth was used as eagerly as her pussy. And Trey was starting to feel uncomfortable. It was one thing when the girl didn’t look too much like his wife, and he was just imagining a switch-a-roo. But this girl really looked like Sharon. He grabbed the mouse and dragged the video back to the part where the girl first looked up at the camera. The doberman was already going soft, that face was too spot on. This was creepy. But her eyes were bright blue, but no, wait. Sharon’s eyes were blue. She just always wore those green colored contacts. His heart was now racing for all the wrong reasons. He skipped the video ahead to listen to her talk again. Did that sound like Sharon? He couldn’t tell. This girl was begging for dick. Sharon never talked like that; it just couldn’t be her at all. The girl in the video had a different personality, and as Trey let the video continue to play, he kept getting softer and softer. He had the thought to just close the video and wash his hands of the whole thing, but he couldn’t. He was staring at the girl deep throating a horse and just couldn’t let the question go. The odds that he’d find some random girl that looked just like his wife was so unreal that it couldn’t be real. He reached for keyboard and tapped the right arrow key, tapped it again, started forcing the video to skip ahead seconds at a time. “-uck!” The video resumed in the middle of the girl shuddering from head to toe. Still on all fours, the siamese was climaxing, the horse having yanked his cock from her mouth and letting her quiver in ecstasy. The cougar slapped her across the ass, and she let out a sharp yelp, and that was a sound Trey HAD heard before, just not in the bedroom. He tapped the left arrow key, listened to it again, then tapped it again and listened a third time. That was a Sharon yelp. Trey’s cock had now fully retreated back inside his sheath, and he felt cold all over. The horse asked to switch, so the cougar stood up and the camera changed hands. As the two men swapped placed the girl stood up on her knees to shake her hair out and stretch. Her tits were Sharon’s size, just on a body that looked slimmer. Women gain weight all the time, and this chick looked younger. How much younger? Trey couldn’t tell, the video said college slut, so maybe her early 20’s? What did Sharon look like back in her 20’s? He actually didn’t know! They were both in their 30’s when they’d met and started dating. His mind was spinning, and then the horse shoved the girl back down onto all fours, started telling her to flip over. The siamese started rolling herself over onto her back. “You gonna fuck me stupid, buddy?” The siamese asked, and Trey felt sick. He tapped the left arrow key and listened to her again. “ gonna fuck me stupid, buddy?” Again. “ fuck me, buddy?” Again. Buddy. He didn’t need to tap the arrow key again, he just stared blankly at the screen as the horse pressed his tip against the girl’s asshole, and started pushing himself inside. The cat grunted, smiling as she wiggled her ass at the horse as he started working his dick into her backside. “Fuck, you’re a little tight ass.” The horse groaned as he made his descend into her asshole. “You’re just fuckin’ big.” She replied like it was no big deal to her at all that a horse was trying to get up in her backside. Trey started slapping is finger over the arrow key, did it several times. “nna fuck me, buddy?” Then slapped the arrow key forward several times. The rest of the world was on mute; all of his focus was on him listening to the girl’s voice. “just fuckin’ big.” He slapped the left arrow once to go back a hair. “You’re just fuckin’ big.” He listened with everything he had. Then he put his hand down, just letting the video play. They both had blue eyes, the red hair was obviously dyed, both had the same size tits, their voices sounded the same, they were even the same breed of cat. They even had the same fur pattern! Trey felt like he was losing it, felt cold all over until he had to shake his hands and flex his fingers. He was shivering from the cold sensation that was washing over him. As his heart raced, the doberman was suffering a mental crisis as he struggled to parse what was in front of him, then the siamese on the screen started howling. The horse was now slamming himself home into her, effortlessly fucking her like she was born to taking dick in every hole God gave her. The camera guy had moved around to the side, filming the girl on her back as she lifted her legs up to the stallion’s shoulders. Her feet locked around behind his neck, a move Sharon had done to Trey many times before. She’d even done that exact same thing to him just the other night! He slapped the space bar, pausing the video. He leaned forward, dropped his elbows to the desk and started rubbing his face. He was freaking out, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. No way, there was no way this girl was Sharon. They weren’t the same, they couldn’t be the same! His wife was NOT like this; she was not like this at all! She didn’t do anal; she didn’t let her husband slap her across the ass or fuck her like a whore. He stared back at the screen, desperately sifting through excuses that would prove it wasn’t his wife getting fucked by two strangers. Both had blue eyes, and Sharon wore green contacts. Why did Sharon wear colored contacts? Had she ever told him why? Trey didn’t know, he couldn’t remember if he ever asked her. He just accepted it; she’d had green eyes when they first met. She had green eyes all while they dated. Trey hadn’t learned she wore contacts until after they’d married. Are they even prescription contacts? He didn’t know. His excuses weren’t working. She could have gained weight since her 20’s. Sharon always complained about her ass or was trying some new diet. She wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t petite like this 20-something year old girl. The video was paused, now frozen on a frame where the stallion had started to spread her legs apart, the equine staring down at where their two bodies met. Trey couldn’t see what the horse was looking at due to the angle of the camera, but he knew the stallion would have been watching himself split the girl’s asshole in two. He then slapped his hands on the desktop and sat himself upright. Grabbing the mouse again, he quickly started to drag the video backwards all the way to the start of the video. Then, using the arrow keys, he started searching forward until he found the spot he was looking for. The video was now frozen on frame where the cougar from before had been prying the girl’s ass open with one hand, his thumb right near her asshole. Swallowing painfully, he tapped the left arrow key to back the video up. He tapped the space bar. The video started to play, and he watched as the cougar fondled the girl’s ass, spreading apart her ass cheeks. He tapped the space bar again and the video froze. Right there next to the cougar’s thumb, he could see the small beauty mark that was parked right next to his wife’s asshole. He scrolled down the page and started looking at the comments. There were men asking for the girl’s name. Trey felt empty as he saw other men in the replies, all handing out the same name one after another. Some of the dates on these comments were a few years old. The doberman scrolled back up to the top of the page, past his wife’s asshole, and started typing the girl’s name into the search bar. He hit enter. His heart just sunk when he saw the results, just a spread of thumbnails with a siamese girl in one compromised position after another. The first one he picked had his wife sitting on a bright red couch, introducing herself as Cherry Temple, dressed in some slutty little black cocktail dress, her cleavage bursting out the top. Posted three years ago, over a hundred thousand views. Trey leaned back in his chair and just stared at the screen as his wife started to give a slow striptease to the guy holding the camera. The more he watched, the more numb he felt. That was Sharon’s face, that was Sharon’s voice, and by the end of the video that was Sharon spreading her ass to the camera, and that right there was Sharon’s beauty mark in vibrant 1080p. He had to stop himself, so he made himself close the browser, shut off his computer, and then got up and left his office. He didn’t know what to do now.