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With bags in my hands, I shut the door with my foot as I entered our house. A sigh of relief left my mouth as I set them on the counter. After setting aside everything for dinner, I began to put everything else away. Once I finished, I turned to the second biggest fish I've ever seen. Lingcod. It tasted terrible, unfortunately, the man I swore to love in sickness and in health thought it was the best thing ever. My uncle told me I would regret marrying a shark.

I took the lingcod outside to the shed. I knew gutting a fish would stink up the house, and despite what Finn thinks, I don't like fishy smells. I set the fish down and got my knives. A stab, a slice and many swears later it was done, all under twenty minutes. I knew growing up in a fishing village had its perks. I took the parts I needed back to the kitchen and began to prepare for dinner. I butter the pan, diced the vegetables and got out the wine. Five minutes after I put the fish in the pan the door opened. He didn't say anything, so I decided to humor him and pretend I didn't hear the floor creak as he sneaked towards me. I felt a hand press against my rear and mouth get close to my ear.

“This looks delicious, the fish looks good too". He said in his 'scary' voice.

“If you want to eat with that hand tonight, you'll take it off my ass". I kept looking at the fish, hoping that he wouldn't see how flustered I was.

Instead of listening to my warning he instead moved both of his hands up to my waist and pressed his crotch up against me. Due to our height difference, it landed just above my rear and placed itself on my lower back. I paused at that. Even after all of these years he knew how to get me riled up.

“Bastard" was all I was able to eke out. He pressed his mouth to mine, making me hold my head backwards, and could feel his mouth trap mine and his tongue invaded my mouth. We kissed like that for a while until he pulled his tongue back, but he didn't break the kiss. It took me a while until I realized what he wanted. I ran my tongue across his pointed teeth being careful not to go too fast or press too hard, not after last time. After a few of those, he let me go and moved his arms, so they formed a cross against my chest, bent his knees and placed his head on my shoulder.

“Why do you like it when I do that? '' I asked, even though I get the same answer every time.

“It's a shark thing". I heard him mumble.

“Is it a shark thing to distract the one person who knows how to cook and potentially ruin his dinner?"

“Yes".

“Even when it's lingcod". He stood up in surprise at that.

“I knew it! But how did you get lingcod so far inland". Luckily, we were facing the same way, so he couldn't see my eyes raise in alarm. If I told him, he would demand that I made this god-awful fish every day, if not then every week.

“I had it special ordered for today". Yes, make him think this was hard and expensive to get.

“I had an old friend from my hometown save one for today". Perfect.

“Oh, I didn't know you still talked to them". He sounded detested at that. Although where I got the fish was a lie, talking to my old friends wasn't and for that I got a little upset at his tone of voice.

“They weren't all terrible Finn, it was mostly the older, superstitious people, can you get the wine glasses. I bought a bottle for tonight".

“That town is ninety percent old, superstitious people". He got the glasses and the plates from the cabinets. If this wasn't a serious conversation, I would tease him about how I didn't have to ask for him to set the table.

“They're just jealous that I got carried out of town by the most handsome man in the ocean". The fish was done. I picked up the pan and placed the contents of it on Finn's plate and placed it in the sink. Running water over it.

“Are you not gonna eat, babe. I mean I love lingcod, but I love you more". Despite that, he got a fork, sat down and began to eat it.

“Phil's wife forgot he was on a diet, and he decided to give me the extra sandwich". Another lie, I just packed twice the lunch, so I didn't have to eat dinner.

“Phils the bear, right? When did he go on a diet?".

“Don't talk with your mouth full".

After dinner Phil went to brush his teeth and take a shower. While he did that, I did my after-dinner routine. Cleaned the counter, did the dishes, made sure the spices were clean, put away said spices. I even went to the shed and disposed of the leftover lingcod; I didn't want to attract raccoons.

“Damn, kids. Next time they sneak into my shed I'll shoot them, don't care if their dads a cop they're old enough to know better".

After everything was clean, I made my way to our room. Although the door was closed and the light was on, when I passed the bathroom, I didn't hear the shower. And I knew Finn was finished brushing his teeth. When I finally reached the master bedroom I just stood outside the open door.

“I was going to surprise you and put on the 'outfit', but since you're already in there I guess I won't". Finn stepped out from behind the door and aired his grievance.

“Aw, I knew I shouldn't have tried, you can still put it on, can't you Aiden?". He tried to look small, but it was surprisingly difficult for a naked, fit, great white shark that was a foot-and-a-half taller than me to look small. I gave my response and began to walk back to the living room.

“Then it wouldn't be a surprise, now go ta–". I didn't get three steps in before he pinned me against the wall. One arm on either side of me. I could only look up at those piercing eyes. How anyone could say sharks had 'dead' eyes was beyond me.

“I could take a shower. Or you can come with me. I know you had a big lunch, but I have some meat you can choke on in there". It took every ounce of strength no to get on my knees right then and there, but I was representing the entire human race in that moment, and I would not disappoint.

“You get that line from a porno".

“You know, I don't remember you having such a big mouth when we first started dating, I guess sucking my dick widened it". My pants became tighter, and I looked down to avoid eye contact, but instead I was met with two eight-inch shark cocks.

“I'll help you get undressed". My shirt was lifted up over my head and thrown to the floor. My pants button undone, and my pants and boxer were shoved down, pooling at my feet.

“Hey, stop. At least get me to the bathroom first".

“Why, we're the only ones here". He grabbed my thigh and lifted me over the shoulder, removing my pants and boxers for good, as well as my socks. He walked us to the bathroom and placed me on the toilet, closed the door and turned on the shower. As we waited for it to get warmer, he turned to me.

“You know what I love the most about you Aiden. No matter how many times you see the Twins, you get so flustered." He thrusted at the end, and the two bobbed up-and-down.

“I hate when you call them that". Was all I could say as I desperately tried to save face.

“Aw, jealous that you only have one". Before I could respond he opened the curtain.

“Waters warm, go on". I got up and once I got one foot in he grabbed my ass.

“Ahh!". He chucked and got in behind me.

We often took showers together, surprisingly we almost never had sex though. As a shark living on land, Finn needed to use a special conditioner, so his skin didn't dry up. I was the one who applied it. It was much easier for me to get every nook and cranny and God did I love running my hands over his abs and muscles.

“Enjoying yourself babe". Finn flexed his left arm as I rubbed over it. I didn't respond, I just kept doing what I was doing. Arms, torso, stomach and where my 'rub down' ended, the crotch. I ran out of conditioner before I reached the crotch. Wild sharks had slits; Finn just had his two-dick flopping around. Of course, at this particular moment they were at their full 8" glory.

“I think they need a different type of 'conditioner' tonight babe". I placed my hands on his hips to steady myself and got down on my knees. Once there I moved my hands, so they were at the base of each cock and just sort of stared as they twitched in my hands.

“So, will you start with Jesse or James?".

“If-you-want-me-to-do-this-you'll-shut-the-fuck-up". He laughed at that, and I mean really laughed. I waited for ten seconds before I took the situation into my own mouth.

I wrapped my mouth around the dick to my right and very slowly bit down on it. Once that started, Finn's laughing stopped immediately. His hands moved to my head and he tried to push me off.

“Ahh, ok, ok, I'm sorry. Please lord not again". I open my jaw and let him push me off his dick. I glared at him for a moment and started again. This time, I moved to the base of the dick I threatened to bite off and wrapped my tongue around it like a popsicle. I moved it down and back up, slowly moving up towards the tip of the dick. Once I made it to the tip, I put it in my mouth and got his dick to the end of my throat, about four inches. Finn's other dick was slapping against my cheek, so I grabbed it and began to stroke it.

“Yeah. Come on, I know you can get it down further". Finn said with a dominant voice, but I noticed a plea on the edge of his voice. He placed one of his hands on my head but instead forcing it down my throat, he rubbed my head in encouragement. I took a breath and loosened my throat. I began to swallow his dick. I never could get all of it in and this time was no different. I got around 6 inches until the pressure got too much and I couldn't go any further, so instead I pulled back a bit and then pushed forward. Back and forth, back and forth, all a while stroking the other dick.

“I hope you're ready for your dinner, babe, because it's gonna be extra protein tonight". The hand that was stroking my head, became like a wall, not pushing me further, just preventing me from escaping the flood that was about to happen.

His tip was in my throat, so I didn't taste it, but I did feel it. The water that got to my throat was cold, so the cum Finn shot into my throat felt extra hot. It was as if someone took a lighter and turned it on from the inside. While this happened, the other dick shot shark spunk over my shoulder and into my hand. All I could do was swallow. After four gulps Finn let go and slowly leaned back.

“Make sure you clean it". He was purposely slow, letting me run my tongue over the six inches I could fit. Once it was finally out, I gasped for air and stood up, wiping his cum from my mouth.

“God, I needed that, babe". He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into another kiss. This one didn't last as long as the one before dinner and soon he pulled back. I turned so I was facing the shower head.

“Can you help me clean". I asked. Finn began to move his hands up and down against my body. In a weird way that was both firm and gentle.

“What do we have here?". He cupped my balls and let my erect dick bounce up.

“You're dessert". Was all I could think of. Soon he was the one on his knees. With my back towards the shower head, I placed both hands on my husband's head.

He opened his mouth wider than necessary. It was his way of teasing me with his many sharp teeth.

“My dick has already been in your mouth; I know you won't bite". He didn't say anything, instead he placed my entire dick in his mouth. He bobbed back forth like I did, but he was able to smash his cute face into my crotch. After a few minutes of this I got an idea.

“Hey, stop moving, I want to try something". He stopped with just the tip in his mouth. I placed my hands around his head, moved my feet forward and began to thrust.

My balls slapped against Finn's chin, and I could see the shock in his eyes as I began to throat fuck him. Although throat fuck was generous, because even with his snout in my pubes, I barely reached the end of his throat. After the shock wore off, he let me have my fun with a few more thrusts. But eventually, Finn grabbed my waist and let out a growl.

“What you gonna do, big boy". A smirk plastered against my face. I was fairly confident that all he could do was hold me still as he tongued my dick. Or he could stop, but he knew better than to blue ball me. What he did was put all of my dick in his mouth, exhaled and began to suck. At least, that's what I think he did. Because once he started, I felt the most intense feeling I ever felt from a blowjob and a really loud 'gurgling' sound came from Finn's mouth. All I could do was grab onto his head for dear life. In under a minute he had me moaning as I came into his mouth. Compared to his, my orgasm was pitiable, he was able to wait until I was done and swallowed it all in one gulp. He stood up, both hands still on my waist. I'm positive he had a shit-eating grin on his face, but my legs were so weak that I leaned against his chest before I could look up.

“Where did you learn that". I asked between gasps of air. He leaned over me and turned off the shower. He picked me up and held me, so his mouth was right against my ear.

“The same place I learned how to pound your ass".

I was facing up on our bed. Finn's left hand was currently between my legs. He lubed his pointer and middle finger and had them worming his way through me. He was propped up, hit right arm, shoulder was in the bed and his hand was raising his head. This way, he could see me writhe and moan.

“Come on, I've heard you moan louder than that". He took his fingers and pulled them apart. One of his thick fingers was able to brush against my prostate, so when he did that a flood of pleasure ruched through me. My dick twitched in excitement and I practically screamed in joy.

“Finn, please."

“Come on, you can do better". He put his fingers back together and shoved them even deeper. Now the fingers were right against my prostate.

“Ah. Please Finn. I need you to fuck me". I was a hot mess as he played with my hole.

He chuckled and pulled out his fingers as he got up. Now, there was a two-hundred and seven pound apex predator looking down at me. My legs on his shoulders and his hands on my waist. He positioned one of his dicks so that it was pressed against my 'fishing hole'.

He didn't say anything. He gently applied pressure until his tip was in me. No matter how many times this happened, I never got used to how big his dicks are. I let out a groan of pain as more and more of him slid into me. Soon, he brushed up against my prostate and I let out a moan.

“Ah, there it is, now let's see how much further I can get". He shuffled his knees up a bit and kept inching his hips forward. He eventually got so far that it felt like he was about to rip me apart.

“Stop". Was all I had to say. He stopped immediately and we stayed like that. Me, gasping for air like a fish out of water and him looking at me with a hunger only a shark could have. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to keep pushing. He wanted to shove both of his dicks in me. But he wanted me to enjoy this more than either of those. So he waited for me. While he waited, he took one of his hands and began to stroke my length. Eventually, I got used to his length and after a while I gave the signal to continue.

He pulled back until his dick was no longer pressed against my prostate and then he pushed forward to where I told him to stop. Each time he got faster and thrusted harder. He got to his 'max' and then kept a steady pace. Each thrust made him grunt, like he was in pain and the only way to make it stop was to shoot his load in me.

“Your ass belongs to me. I want you to say it". His voice carried such an authoritative tone that I applied immediately.

“My, ah, ass, ah, be, ah longs" I could barely speak, not with his dick coming in and out of me.

“Louder BITCH" I came at that, shooting ropes into his hand as I screamed.

“My ass belongs to you". Once I finished, he thrusted a bit further than the first time and came. His arms moved so they were on both sides, and he was leaning over me. Somehow, he was able to come then when he did in the showers. His spunk began to slip by his cock and pool at the bottom. We laid there for a while. I was staring up at the man I loved, and he stared down over the man he loved, both of us gasping as if we ran a marathon. He pulled out. The sudden change in pressure left my hole feeling empty. Finn moved so that he was laying on his side and then grabbed me so that I was facing him.

“I love you Aiden". He then kissed me. This time it was with the passion that the other two kisses lacked. Once he was done he leaned down and held me close.

“I love you too, Finn. Happy two year anniversary".

All the joy left my body after he said that. My eyes shot open in terror. Of course, how could I miss the signs. The shower sex, the wine, the 'outfit' he was going to wear, lingcod, he hated lingcod. When Aiden found out I forgot, death would be the best outcome. Or maybe not. He didn't make a fuss about me not mentioning it or not having a gift. But maybe that was a trap and he's been waiting to see if I hid anything. It was too late now, we've already said goodnight. Not like I had anything. As my mind spireled he raised his head and looked at me.

“Your gift can be cleaning up tonight's mess". He laid back on my chest and fell asleep.