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(The following is a work of fiction. Desert Mutt is copyright myself. Marina and Damien Lakor are fictional characters not intended to be based off of any particular individuals. This story includes some language, masturbation and foot play.)

The canine scratched at the back of his head nervously as he walked up the front walk, approaching the front door of the Lakor house. His stomach flipped nervously. Being invited over by neighbors supposedly was not an odd thing, though it was something he had not gone through before.

The dinner was going to be a bit strange of course. Not because this was a social situation which he normally did not deal with. More the fact that there were some very awkward secrets involved between everyone who was going to be in there. His mind ran through all of the information quickly.

Where to start though? Damien was supposedly cheating on Marina, who was pregnant and somewhere near the end of her third trimester. The two otters, who according to Marina was always a bit of a rough marriage, had not had sex since the mother to be started to show.

He chewed on his lip slightly as he grinned, tail wagging enthusiastically behind him. It was difficult not to enjoy the consequence of the events, seeing as it led the two of them being sexually intimate not too long ago. It was a bit of a new experience for him, and he did enjoy the moment.

The wagging stopped as the tail drooped and he looked down. He thought that he should feel some sense of guilt. Marina was married after all, so she was cheating on her husband with him, and he was fully aware of her having a husband. What the two of them did was wrong.

The canine felt no guilt over the matter though. He had enjoyed it and admittedly would enjoy it if it were to happen again.

Desert finally shook himself slightly, getting his mind to focus and stop getting lost in thought. He took one last deep breath, reached up and knocked on the door.

Marina shifted as she heard the knocking, looking toward the door from the kitchen. She was about to ask her husband to get it, but he was not home just yet. A small sigh of disappointment escaped her, then a smirk crossed her face. The otter's paws moved quickly to adjust the heat. She messed with her top and apron for a moment then walked toward the front door.

The mutt smiled as the door opened, the looked at the form before him with a slightly slack jawed shock at the sight. He looked at the smiling face of the otter fem, but his eyes went down to where her top and apron had been shifted to reveal a generous amount of cleavage as well as showing off a portion of her nipples.

"Oh Desert," she said as seductively as she could with a smile, "Come on in. You're a little early though." She took a hold of his arm as he still seem a little caught off guard and brought him inside, shutting the door behind them.

"Uh... yeah, yeah," the canine started to respond, "I... I tend to do that. Don't want to be late. Luckily since I'm only next door it's not as bad as some times." He licked his lips slightly as he looked at her, remembering the last time he saw those nipples. His eyes then shifted away from her and started looking around at the Lakor house.

"Well luckily you can help me out then," Marina replied with a smile and started leading him to the kitchen. "I suppose I should go and get properly dressed. So could you just keep an eye on the food and stir it a little for me?"

Before the canine could even actually agree, the otter woman removed the apron and set it aside. She then gave a smirk as she grabbed her shirt and started to pull it up off her right before the canine. It exposed her swollen and pregnant stomach first, then her large breasts as they jiggled against the material before falling free in place. The mother to be turned around, making sure to sway her hips as she carried her shirt to her bedroom to continue changing clothes.

Desert watched the swing of the tail and the shifting of the butts, as was the intent of the movement, before turning back to the food. His nose twitched as the smell reached him, making him lick his lips in anticipation as his mouth started to water. He took a hold of the nearby utensil, giving the food a small stir here and there.

The floppy ears twitched as he heard the door open then shut. His head tilted, trying to see who came in, and catching sight of a male otter who was looking more at the floor than where he was going or what was around him.

"Hey Hun,' Damien said, not even taking notice that the figure at the stove was not his wife. He went to the refrigerator, reaching in to pull out a beer. The otter male stood up, closing his eyes and resting the can against his head a moment.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," He said as he opened the beer, "then take a nap. Let me know when dinner is ready." Damien then turned and walked out of the kitchen, heading toward the bedroom as he took a long pull from his drink. He stopped as he reached the doorway, blinking in confusion.

Standing before him was Marina in a bra and panties, but nothing else. She had not taken notice of her husband yet, looking at her outfits as she tried to figure out what it was she was going to wear. She had it to two outfits, and was alternating between them. She probably should have thought about it earlier, but other things were more in the lead at the time.

"What are you doing?" Damien suddenly asked, getting his wife's attention. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"Hey honey," Marina said in a sweet voice before turning back to her outfit. "I'm trying to decide what to wear for dinner with our neighbor." She looked a moment more, then set one outfit done as she started putting the other on.

"Fuck, was that tonight?" the husband asked in an irritated tone. "Do we have to do that tonight? Can't we call them and make an excuse or something?" He let out an irritated sigh. He did not even remember them actually having plans to have dinner with a neighbor, but she probably told him. "He's probably some fat old asshole with a bimbo airhead for a wife that used to be hot before she got pregnant. Hell, probably only got married because she was knocked up, even if not by him or something."

"First, nothing in that description is right," she retorted in a growling voice, glaring at Damien openly even though it went unnoticed. "He's under thirty and single. No wife, no kids. And as for cancelling, I wouldn't even if I could, but I can't since he's here already."

"No wife and he owns a house?" the male asked in surprise. He mumbled "must be a fruit or something" under his breath before continuing on clearly "Well fine since you already invited him. Let's just hurry up and get him out of here."

Marina turned to walk off, heading out of the room. She let out a huff of frustration and rolled her eyes. Her husband used to seem so sweet and kind. At what point did he turn into such a jerk? She had heard the gay bashing comment, which was something he would never dare say when they were younger.

The otter's foot steps slowed and wavered as she felt a pang of sadness run through her. He seemed to have changed so much. It was like she was married to a stranger, someone she did not know at all. Many times he reminded her of some of those jerks in bars they show on television sometimes.

The pregnant female's paw reached up to her face, wiping the tears from her eyes before they could roll down her cheeks. Her movement paused as she closed her eyes at the doorway to the kitchen, taking a deep breath. She tried to put it out of her mind as she went in.

An idea crossed her mind as she went in and saw the canine still at the stove. She walked up behind the preoccupied male then reached out and wrapped her arms around him. Marina smiled in amusement as she watched Desert jump slightly in surprise. The smile grew larger as the canine relaxed and turned to see who it was.

"Desert," she asked as softly and sweetly as she could, "I have a bit of a favor to ask you. When you sit down at the table for dinner, could... you... undo your pants?" She looked up at him, trying to make her eyes look as large and pleading as she could.

The canine let out a small noise at the question. His floppy ears perked up curiously as he tilted his head. He gave Marina a long look, wondering what was going on in her head as the room grew quiet with the weight of the request.

"...Why?" was pretty much all he could come out with to ask. It was a very strange thing to ask.

"I can't tell you," the otter fem responded with a grin and a teasing note. "It's a surprise. Just do it for me... I'm sure you'll be... pleased." She gave a wink with the last word, then licked her lips. The mother to be gave the young male one more hug before letting go and walking away from a very confused canine.

The three did eventually sit down at the dinner table to what at least two thought was a delicious meal while the third merely started to eat rapidly. Desert told some stories about his life and some of what he had done before moving here. Marina showed some interest, but it became clear Damien was not listening when he asked a question which the guest had just talked about and for the most part had answered.

At one point, Marina moved and looked under the table best she could. The otter woman grinned as she caught sight that the young canine had done as she had asked. The fly of the jeans was not wide open, but they were undone. It was time to put her plan in action.

The female moved to lean back, adjusting her spine some and letting her swollen stomach stick out slightly as she seemed to get more comfortable. The paws slowed down as she continued to eat her meal, though now at a slower pace. As she did this, one of her toned legs stretched out and lifted up.

The foot reached the front of the chair, then moved up, feeling the rough texture of the denim jeans before sliding up. The toes shifted and wiggled, pushing the zipper open then moving up just a little more. Soon the soft pad of the feminine foot paw had slipped into the front of the open jeans, feeling the soft fur of the sheath and the firm flesh of the shaft inside.

Desert jumped as he felt the soft touch against his sensitive parts, tensing to keep from letting out a yip of surprise. He glanced at Marina, who was grinning wickedly a moment before trying to look as innocent as possible. The male mutt then looked over at the male otter, who was still eating and seemed to be oblivious to what was going on.

The toes shifted as the foot pressed more firmly against the sheath as though trying to get a grip on the length. The soft smooth foot pad pressed against the furry length more, trying to create more pleasure, before shifting to slip up along the sheath to the tip of the opening then down to base and teasing the top of the canine sac.

Marina gave a small smirk as she watched the male she was teasing trying to act as though nothing was happening. It was kind of thrilling to her for some reason, feeling her leg move as her foot ran along the length of the male hood's protective skin, trying to coax the spire of flesh out. Her eyes glimpsed over to her husband. A small part of her was disappointed he did not seem the slightest bit curious about what was happening. Something in her liked the idea of getting away with it, but she also felt a thrill of the idea of getting caught. Maybe he would actually show some anger and passion... show that he still loved her as much as he did when they first met each other.

Desert had to pull the flatware from his mouth to keep from biting down on it as his jaw clenched in pleasure from the feeling of the teasing of his privates. The canine length started to swell under the soft female foot, the member beginning to emerge from the sheath. His own feet and legs tensed at the teasing, his body urging him to rock and grind his hips and enjoy the feeling of the soft flesh against his hardness.

The room turned quiet as the three stopped talking; one distracted by what she was doing, one by what was being done to him, and one just distracted by his own thoughts.

The canine shaft soon emerged and grew to full length as the feminine otter foot moved to stroke along the sensitive, exposed length. The male hood twitched as the soft pad and hairs ran along the underside of it, creating pleasure to pulse through the male.

Desert closed his eyes for a moment, keeping as quiet as he can as part of him gave in. He shifted his weight, pressing his grown member against appendage more as his hips started to rock, stroking along the softness. His own toes curled as his body started to tense in pleasure.

Marina continued to run the underside of her foot up and down the length of the male hardness. She grinned to herself more as she worked in a smooth, steady pattern as best she could, running her toes down to press against the knot at the base of the canine length, then up to the tip to run the toe pads over the cock head and tease the opening just slightly. She continued to watch the teased male's reaction with amused pleasure, and occasionally glimpsing over at Damien who seemed unaware of what was going on right across from him.

The male hood swelled and twitched as it was stroked, pre-cum beading up on the tip before being rubbed onto the foot. At the feel of the wetness, the female shifted, her leg shifting to move faster so as to stroke along the underside faster with more grinding pleasure. The toes shifted slightly, the foot curling so as to tease the canine knot more.

Now it was Desert who looked over at the male otter, who still seemed to not notice what was going on right in front of him at that very moment. The canine was having a harder and harder time pretending as though nothing was happening. He was getting more excited and felt a greater urge to reach his climax. It was getting harder to act like nothing was happening while he was getting closer to his own orgasm.

Marina licked her lips as she started to breath heavily. Her eyes glimpsed at her husband less and less, watching the excited canine in front of her more intensely and with greater interest. She continued to run her foot up and down along the length of the shaft, feeling flesh rock and grind against her as it continued to twitch.

Desert finally could not take it any more. He buried his head into his arms and pressed against the top of the table as he tried to keep the growl of release as quiet as possible. The knot at the base of his length inflated, trying to lock him in place in something that was not there. The rest of his male hood twitched in pleasure as he climaxed. Thick ropes of canine seed spurted from the head of the length, running down along it to hit the foot or against the male's lap. One shot fired strongly, hitting the underside of the table.

Damien finally stopped what he was doing and looked up. He blinked a moment in confusion as he did. His wife was breathing heavily as though she had worn herself out, but was sitting in her just simply leaning back. Meanwhile, the new neighbor had his head buried in his arms against the table, as though something was bothering him.

The pregnant otter fem grinned as she felt the cum hit her foot and cover it in the sticky fluid. She continued to stroke for a moment, making sure to coax all of the canine seed out of the tip of the length. The movement finally stopped as she felt the last of the twitches of the length and the final drops leak from the tip.

"I'm going to get another drink," the male otter finally said, getting up and leaving the dining room to go to the refrigerator.

Marina watched her husband leave the room then grinned more. She grabbed a spoon from the table and pulled her foot away from the canine male hood. The large belly female moved to get her foot where she could reach it as best she could, using the spoon to collect as much of the cum from it as she could. Once it was collected, she reached out to the cheesecake waiting on the table for dessert, poured the male seed on it, then spread it all over the top.

The male canine started to whisper at the question "what are you doing?" But before he could finish, the male otter had returned. As soon as the otter stepped into the room, the mutt turned quiet again, returning to his meal and working to finish it now that he was no longer distracted by being teased mercilessly at the dinner table.

Marina was the first to finish her main course and grabbed a piece of the cake with the new special ingredient. She started to eat it with slowly, smiling widely and winking at the male canine as her tongue slid across the underside of the crust before sticking a piece into her mouth. Each time she took a bite, she would roll her eyes back and let out a small noise of pleasure.

Desert looked at the cheesecake and could not bring himself to eat a piece of it now, knowing that some of his own fluid had been applied to the surface. It was disappointing too since he did like cheesecake and it did look good. He just could not get over what he knew to bring himself to eat a piece. Although, watching Marina eat it was very entertaining.

Damien, not knowing what happened however, had no problem helping himself to getting two slices of the cheesecake. The other two watched him for a moment, but for some reason or other, neither of them said anything, even if one felt the need to and the other wanted to as soon as he had taken the first bite and rub it into his face.

"Is this a different brand or something?" the male otter asked after he took a bite and tasted it.

"Oh," Marina said gently, "It's nothing like that. I just happened to add a little extra....cream." she smirked slightly as she said that last part, causing her husband to look at her with some confusion.

Desert did his best to cover the burst of laughter into a cough. "Excuse me," he said quickly, "I... I just realized the time. I have to get going." He made sure that his pants were in deed zipped up before standing. "Thank you for having me over. It was a delicious meal." He gave a small smile.

The pregnant otter fem stood up and walked with the canine to the door. When the two were close to it, she leaned forward toward the male.

"Thanks for coming over," she said in a whisper, "and for not saying anything at dinner about... what I did." She grinned and winked at him.

"It was..." he had wanted to say hard, but the innuendo of the last event made it seem a bad choice. "Difficult," he finally stated "not to laugh or say anything. So... Please don't have me included in something like that again."

She nodded, still grinning in amusement at her own antics. As her head toward back into the house, the grin slowly turned into a look of thoughtful sadness.

"Sorry things weren't very friendly," Marina finally said softly, "Unfortunately that's how he's been lately. Like he was distant and not really listening to much of going on. Just off in his own world and such."

A deep sigh caused her chest to rise before being let out. The soft warm touch of the male canine's paw pressed against her shoulder for a moment. She turned to look at him a moment, then leaned in and gave him a hug. There was a gentle thump as her back got patted before the separated. Marina opened the door to let him out, and after watching him go for a bit, shut the door. She shifted to brace herself, then went back into the dining room with her husband.