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After spending a fretful day reviewing their finances, Tyr's advances were the last thing Frigg wanted. She felt bad for him though, he had a ten-hour shift at a dead-end job, working hard for them. He deserved a little something.

But, that simpy puppy face and pleading look wasn't exactly the most exciting expression. Definitely didn't do anything to get her in the mood. She talked him down from sex (very annoying, considering his lackluster performance), to just a handjob.

Frigg's husband was happy for that and had a quick, two-minute handjob while she remained on the phone droomscrolling Tiktok. Tyr humped and bucked up at her hand feverishly, he was certainly into having his little red shaft touched, even if it was in such a minimalistic way.

"Close!" He said suddenly, his long and useful tongue panting up at the ceiling. Frigg made a congratulatory sound and let go - she didn't want to have to wash her hands after all.

Spoiling his orgasm, Tyr's handie was concluded with him spraying a few short, mostly clear shots across his tummy. No small wonder they were having trouble making pups. Beyond the fact, they couldn't afford them.

When he capered off to the bathroom, Frigg couldn’t help but look at her wedding ring and smile. Tyr was a very nice mate, in every way but the way that made her tingle between her legs. She sighed, if only she had time to worry about that stuff. Rent was far more pressing than an orgasm.

But, she'd still knock one out with the toy in her drawer after he collapsed to dreamland beside her.

Come early morning, Tyr was off early, with a very sweet hug and kiss for his mate. Midmorning rolled around with Frigg in mostly a daze of sleepiness, just another lazy Tuesday morning for her. This pleasantry was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. Oh no, how could she forget! Tyr was supposed to take off work today. She and him were going to discuss the rent, and perhaps a delayed payment, with their landlord.

She really didn't want to talk to him alone, he was a bit intimidating. Broad in the shoulder and body both, he carried a stern expression that always felt judging and a bit too observant.

Being a Cane Corso, his grim expression was highlighted by his dark, pitch-black fur. Quite the contrast to Frigg's and especially Tyr's. She had black highlights, yes, but mostly greys and whites, and Tyr was mostly greys and pale shades.

Suffice it to say he was larger and darker than both of them, and not someone to be trifled with. At least, that's how he came across. Frigg had seen only precious little of him. Usually playing loud music from his car while Tyr asked for more time to pay rent. Something about that Pitbull music always caught her ear. Or was it watching Tyr look at the ground in shame and submission when the landlord gave him a talking to?

Given their height difference, it was like watching a pup mewl before an alpha-- *knock knock*. The door! She sprang from her seat and threw it open, her eyes meeting his barrel-like chest first.

"Frigg, right? Is your husband home? He wanted to talk to me. Late. Again, you know," his growling voice began to subside once he looked over her and realized the two-room apartment was empty aside from her.

"Yes, I'm Frigg," she said, her tail standing stock still and twitching an occasional wag. His fur was tight, sleek, and black enough to reflect a little light. For some reason she felt her stance widen out, she just needed more room down there, it was feeling stuffy.

He was dressed in little more than sweats and a tank top, and she was likewise underdressed. Dolphin shorts and a t-shirt that embarrassingly had a little stain to it.

"Niko," he smiled only slimly, shaking her hand and inviting himself in. "Where's your man?"

"He went out to work."

He cut right to it, walking to their kitchenette like he owned the place. Which, he did, technically. "You're a full month behind on rent, and this isn't the first time."

Frigg didn't really have an answer for that! It was true. And, if Frigg remembered correctly, they'd been at least a few days late every month since they moved in even on times they paid.

"We just need more time!" Frigg said with a bit of worry, sitting on a chair by the kitchen table, turning to face him. She crossed her legs over. She was feeling funny, a bit weak. Niko just had a powerful presence.

He shook his head. "Not running a charity, can't let you live here for free." He turned to face her, getting pretty close. Her nostrils flared as she smelled him. It was a bit of a dirty, unwashed scent of masculinity. She could smell his cock. His sheathe, the musk of it laid on her tongue, it was thick and dirty. She nearly immediately began to dampen between her legs, purely on instinct.

The discomfort of being confronted, the raw masculinity Niko radiated, and her shame at being aroused, were boggling her mind and making it a mush puddle.

He wasn't moving on, just staring at her, crossing his arms over. "Open those legs up, and I'll take a little off your rent."

"How much?" Frigg had to resist immediately uncrossing her legs, her body didn't care about the dip in rent, it wanted some cock. Good, stiff, hard dick. Her mind buzzed with all those BPC videos she'd seen on Pithub. She was wondering if all the buzz was true.

"$50."

"$100,” she countered, feeling firm in that figure.

He smirked but quickly washed it off his face. "Hm, 'ight." He looks at her hand, right at her ring.

Frigg touches it, feeling it between her fingertips, as she spreads her legs. His snubbed, brutish face twitched as he sniffed at the air, "wet already?"

She looked away, eyes darting to the bedroom. With more confidence and forwardness than Tyr ever managed, he grasps at her shoulder, and bicep, and lifts her from the chair.

In no time at all she's got her back on the bed, the same sweet-smelling sheets she laid her head down beside Tyr every night. And another man is crawling atop her. It made her heart pound with excitement. And with a bit of confusion! It was wrong, wasn't it? But they needed every little bit they could get off their rent...

Niko grabbed her footpaws and spread her legs, crawling between her and getting comfortable on the bed. He drew down his pants, and then hers. She couldn't hide her expression once his cock had come free. Like she'd seen a ghost, her light blue-white eyes widened. It was only barely stiffening and it trumped Tyr's easily. And as he stroked himself to full mast, she was reminded of the secret toy in her nightstand.

She scrambled out of her shorts, pulling down her panties, which smelled of slick and arousal, kicking them off the bed. Her puffy, pink pussy was eagerly awaiting a proper breeding. She hadn't had a stiff fuck her entire life, she was about to learn the meaning of it.

Niko got himself properly acquainted with her cunt, sticking his tab to her slot.

To say the fuck was worthy would be simplistic. Frigg hadn't ever cum that hard with Tyr's dick, and not even her toy was that exciting. Niko had full possession of her body the whole way, making her feel like a used, slutty whore. It was a perfectly arousing feeling, getting pumped into by such a dark-furred savage. The sound and feel of his low-hanging, fertile black balls drove her wild the whole experience.

When the time came, she was clawing at his back, lacing her legs around him, begging him to finish inside. How was he going to decline? Niko needed no more encouragement to knot his leaseholder's wife in his own bed.

Frigg felt a spark of guilt the entire day, but it was doused with just how hot her encounter was. Not to mention, she'd earned them some money off their debt. Niko had offered the same deal any time she was willing to open her legs - and even more, if Tyr joined in.

So, to ease him up to the idea, Tyr was given a treat when he came home. Lights turned off, and sheet over them both, Tyr got a little coochie for the first time in months. To say he was ecstatic was an understatement, and he practically leaped at her. He was cute in action even if she didn't really feel his dicklet.

"Gosh, you're so wet today!" He said with joy, humping into her and frequently slipping out. Not only was she still widened out from Niko, but she'd also decided not to clean any of the load he left. Tyr's penis may not have been worth much, but the lewd feeling of her husband rubbing his cock against the cum left by another man was giving Frigg sexy shivers.

Just a couple minutes and Tyr was squirting as deep in Frigg as he could get. Like a good boy, he wasted no time in making sure Frigg got off. He was well aware she needed a little extra. He dipped his head down to her spade and began licking and lapping. She'd trained him out of being shy about eating his own cum - after all, if he couldn't make her finish with his dick he better with his mouth.

Just knowing he was sucking down a creampie mixed with his seed and Niko's was driving her mad. She found herself surprised with how quickly she was tipped over the edge, Tyr was very proud of his performance.

"That was awesome!" He said, boyishly, curling up beside her after he'd thoroughly eaten her out. He was ready to snooze and had a long day. Maybe she should just let it go, tell him on the weekend. He didn't need the stress.

But, that was cruel, wasn't it? He did love her, he should know! She was doing it for a good cause, after all, maybe he'd understand.

Frigg flicked the light on and threw off the covers, the both of them nude and laying in a puddle of their own love. She was surprised he didn't notice the odd twang of another man's sweat on the bed, but she assumed he was so eager for pussy he'd not thought of it.

"Uhm, Tyr..."

"Yes, sweetie?" He looked up at her with an innocent expression, mirthful and docile. His cute little cocklet was already hiding away in his sheathe, it didn't usually have the stamina for another round. Most times it took a few hours before he could get hard again after blowing his load.

Frigg breathed deeply. And then let it all out. Tyr's expression went from confusion to shock, to anger, to vacancy. All while Frigg described the details of what had occurred earlier.

Frigg was nervous, seeing him so angry, and then just 'nothing' on his face. But when she looked between his legs, he was hard as a rock and twitching desperately.

His features were darkened with irritation though. "How much will he take off if I'm there watching?"

Frigg gulped, not expecting that, but answering truthfully. "$250."

His dicklet twitched, and drooled clear arousal down his length. "Fine."

Frigg hugged him tight and assured him how much she loved him, how cute he was, how important he was. His anger melted away under her touch and kisses, and what was left was nervousness and excitement both.

He asked for a handjob, and for her to retell him all that she’d told him what Niko had done to her. She smirked, feeling powerful and sexy suddenly. She'd gotten him cowed to her, emasculated by another man, and that felt good. She obliged, whispering sweet things in his ear. Didn't take long at all...

They agreed that on Saturday, after Tyr's overtime shift, they'd earn the $250 together.

"Pitbull lives matter," Tyr whispered, bowing his head. Frigg, knelt on the bed herself, was squirming at the sight of her husband. A full head smaller than Niko, and thinner too.

"Good bitch," Niko said, patting Tyr's head and telling him to kneel before him. Frigg's breathing accelerated, watching Tyr's nose get forced to the bulge in Niko's basketball shorts, being forced to sniff the scent of his wife's pussy off another man's dick.

She bit her lip as Tyr was instructed to pull down the waistband and get him ready to breed. She could see his wedding band on his finger as he held to the Corso's leg like a little bitch. Tyr looked over at Frigg was uncertainty, and she nodded back.

So, her little husband pursed his lips and began to slowly lick and tend to another man's cock. It was beyond hot to see him put all those pussy-eating skills she'd instilled in him to blowing another man. She could tell when he was being gentle, coaxing the pittie's cock out of its sheath. Soon enough it was over the entirety of his face, laying over his muzzle and dripping on his forehead.

More than that, she was very pleased to see how hard Tyr was himself, poking tightly against the cock-cage Niko insisted he wear. His itty bitty red tip throbbed against the dick-slit on the cage. As Niko had claimed, 'A malacuck having an erection in the presence of a Pittie was a hate crime.'

Tyr's greying-snow fur against the sleek black of Niko was making Frigg salivate. In no time at all he was suckling desperately on the meaty cock he was bid to worship. Poor boy, he couldn't fit the whole thing in, stroking off the base with both hands while Niko thrust into his mouth and affirmed how good he was doing.

He was rudely shoved off though, it was time for the real thing. Unlike Malamutts, Pitbulls actually knew how to fuck.

"Please make my wife cum, king," Tyr's voice waivered with sexual desperation at saying that. "Please let me watch you breed her tight Pit-owned pussy."

Niko smirked, content with that. Frigg's own lines came to her naturally, she felt them flow from the same space deep in her that felt dirty whenever she heard Pitbull music about 'popping retriever pussy'. "Husky wombs are for Pitbull mutts. Pitbull lives matter."

That had Niko in a growling, ravenous mood. How could a male resist a female offering up her womb so directly? Cutely, Tyr's little dink thought it still had a chance. His cock swelled and strained against the prison he was locked in, and he whimpered softly.

He wasn't ready for the sound Frigg made when she was first penetrated. A gasp and a moan cut together that melted into a wavering, "fuck yes!" And that was only the first thrust.

From his position beneath his king, on the floor, by the bed, Tyr had an excellent view of his wife being taken. Well, that wasn't true. Most of what he could see was the muscular, strong, black back of his landlord. And the flailing little paws of his wife on his shoulders as he claimed her pussy for his own.

He wasn't sure of the exact measurements, but by eye, it seemed Niko was four times as long as he was. He felt like a little boy compared to him. Lither in build, smaller in height, and lesser where it really mattered: the bedroom.

His entire body fell flush listening to the sounds of sex he'd only ever heard in porn. Never in Tyr's life had a girl made the sounds Frigg made with Niko with him. He was getting a first-hand education on what a big black-furred cock could do. And it was making his little pink dicklet weep pre.

Frigg moaned like a whore, digging her fingers into Niko's black fur. Tyr's long tongue rolled from his mouth while he watched his superior's fat, musky, heavy black balls slap against Frigg's tight pink asshole.

The scents of mating were rich and heady, a lewd miasma of arousal from all three - and Niko's was particularly dominant. Tyr felt like even his scent was being beaten out by Niko, in his own bedroom no less.

It just put every last detail into place: this king owned his wife's pussy. But Tyr owned her heart... probably.

Niko snapped his fingers at Tyr and pointed to his own firm, tight backside. He said nothing more, returning to the plap-plap-plap he was delivering to the husky. Tyr swallowed, he wasn't sure what Niko wanted, but he'd figure it out soon.

Frigg couldn't follow what was happening with Tyr, she was too busy getting reamed. Sometimes Tyr would say cringy things like, 'I'm going to fuck you super hard', 'I'm going to pound you', and 'I own you!' She wasn't much for it, but if it made him happy she tolerated it, sometimes.

Niko on the other hand, said little and did much. His cock claimed Frigg by length and force alone, a superior male at work. Her pussy exalted the truth in how feverishly it clenched at the length plunging into it. She knew she had a good, strong male trying to breed her and her body was desperate to make certain all that potent and fertile seed reached her eggs.

Something made Niko groan with pleasure, and she was surprised at how suddenly he began making the bed rock. It's like he found a second wind, the bed knocking against the wall with a loud and lewd fury. The squeaking of the bed springs made Frigg's eyes roll back, the sounds of Niko's power and her cheating highlighting the pleasure of it all.

"Fuck her, sir, please make her cum," a soft, quiet voice came - and Frigg understood why Niko was suddenly so envigorated. Tyr was licking, sniffing, and simping at them both. His long tongue curled around his king's cock, and lapped at Frigg's slick and beaten pussy.

He rimmed his alpha, sucking the Pitbull's ass. Frigg bit her lip with a smile, remembering suddenly how angry Tyr would get at the news sometimes, about how violent Pitbulls were...

"Oh fuhh... fhhn, fuck! Tyr! Tyr I'm cumming!" Frigg called out suddenly, her own orgasm surprising her with how quickly it had mounted on her.

Tyr's ass-eating stopped in sheer shock. He'd never heard that before, not with so much passion, and not when caused by another man's cock. He wanted to tell her to stop, he felt bad for just a split second.

But, he knew his place, he buried his snout in her paw, sniffing and making out with it. "Cum, baby, make this king feel good!" he moaned to her, submitting in mind and body both.

That juicy approval made Frigg shudder, squirting a gush of orgasmic delight across Niko's abs and going limp on the bed, a ragdoll to be pumped into. Try as he might, not even Niko could hold back with how eager Frigg's twitching, post-bliss pussy was.

His knot fucked into her with a pop, and a warm rush of virile semen squirted against her unprotected womb. If only she knew how desperately Tyr was grinding his dicklet against the bed, simping for her paw because he wasn't suitable for pussy, it may have heightened her pleasure.

Tyr's job didn't get easier, and he didn't earn more money. But their rent wasn't ever late again. And Frigg ate well, and so did Niko. Steaks every Friday, cooked by Tyr. Time in that cage had made him very pliable.

But he seemed happy, and eager to serve, and Frigg was always very pleasured and sexually tended to. And the constant pressure of rent was lifted.

All's well that ends well, no?