I was quite used to the sound of Buddy’s cleaning routine. Whippets are known to be hot water bottles, always sleeping entwined in people’s legs, and so being a light sleeper I was woken a lot of nights by the sounds of his “shower routine” when he’d licked and clean his short coat in our bed.
On this particular night, the sounds came more frantic and fast. He must have been really going for it, I thought, as I paid it no mind and tried to get back to sleep. But then I heard my husband moan, and realized he was the one getting a clean.
My husband had recently started a course of strong painkillers and sleeping pills for a lower back injury, which explained why he was sleeping through what was happening. As I turned and my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realized that his cock was poking out of his boxer shorts, and Buddy was slobbering over it with an enthusiastic rhythm most women would be hard pressed to match.
I was shocked. What should I do? Do I wake my husband? Do I laugh? Do I freak out? Do I pull Buddy off? Instead, I just sat there propped up on my elbow… And watched. My fixation went from my husband’s cock, to his face, back to his glistening doggy drool covered dick. I could see he was biting his lip even with his eyes firmly closed. Would he cum? Judging from the swelling of his dick, he was close.
I always loved the way his cock looked. It was thick, and veiny, with a massive head when he was really aroused. It seemed bigger than I’d ever seen it now. It always swelled like what seemed an extra inch before he came, but usually it was either in my mouth or pussy so I rarely got to see it happen. Now it looked like it was about to burst! Dark and full of hot blood. I wondered if it hurt. Even a foot away I could feel the heat it radiated.
Would he cum? I wanted him to cum. Buddy must have wanted it too, because he was licking like there was no tomorrow. Please cum.
I couldn’t believe how much watching turned me on. I desperately wanted to sink my fingers into my wet pussy, but I was too afraid that if I moved he’d wake. Or Buddy would stop.
Slurp slurp. Throb throb. Drool drool. The latter I was shocked to admit was my own pussy.
So I don’t know who was more disappointed, me or Buddy, when my husband rolled over. Buddy tried to nudge him with his long snout to get him to roll back, but it was no use.
I could sense everyone in the bed was disappointed, unable to communicate to one another exactly why. Buddy began licking his own dick, my husband began snoring, and I lay there staring at the ceiling. The butterflies in my stomach bounced off of one another as my pulse pounded in my chest and between my legs.
When the alarm went off I pretended to sleep. It took a couple of minutes for the sound to register with my medicated husband. I wondered if he’d remember or say anything.
“Morning baby,” he said with a groggy voice and glazed eyes.
“Good morning” I said, as I leaned in for a kiss. God I wanted to fuck him, but it would be out of character especially because of his back. Instead I hugged him and helped him out of bed. I wondered if he could smell how wet my pussy was. The panties I slept in were totally soaked. I’m pretty sure the bed was wet too. We made our way to the kitchen, the morning bulge in his boxer shorts bigger than usual. I wondered if he felt anything, was he as blue balled as I was frustrated? God, was I frustrated.
The rest of the day went normally other than my mind constantly going back to what I had seen. His big hard dick, slick in the moonlight, throbbing and pushing against Buddy’s tongue with every lick.
“God I’m horny,” he suddenly blurted out as we were getting ready for bed that night. “I thought pain killers were supposed to kill my drive? I know we can’t do anything, but fuck I’m horny.” I should have just jumped him then, but I was worried that I’d hurt him. The doctor specifically said no sex for at least two weeks. And to be honest, I was excited to see if anything would happen during the night again. I wanted to see Buddy lick my husband’s dick until it exploded. I wanted him to feel good, he deserved to cum, but my own taboo desires needed to see the naughty act again. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was so hot, I needed to watch. I was wet thinking about it.
“I’m sorry baby, you’ll be better soon and then we can have fun.” I said, giving him a kiss on his cheek as he brushed his teeth.
I jumped into bed and pretended to scroll through my phone but I wasn’t paying attention. I was squeezing my thighs together, my swollen lips sliding against one another. My juices pooled in my pussy.
Soon he was asleep next to me and Buddy trotted into the room, effortlessly jumping under the covers in one fell swoop like only a whippet can. I held my breath, but nothing happened. They both slept. I waited half an hour but I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled the covers back, revealing a whippet curled up at the bottom of the bed, and a massive erection in my husband’s boxers. Buddy sensed what I wanted to see, I’m sure of it, and got up and began sniffing around my husband’s cock, licking at the gray fabric between him and his stiff prize. I watched for what seemed like an eternity, getting more and more frustrated with every lick, until finally I couldn’t take it any longer. I made the conscious decision to go from observer to participant. I reached forward and poked my fingers through the hole at the front of my husband’s boxers, and instantly felt the heat from his already throbbing dick. I looked at his face, his unknowing expression pleading through closed eyes, and slowly pulled his dick free. Buddy instantly began licking the swollen mushroom before I even let go. I lay there next to my sleeping husband, holding his dick in my clenched fist, while our two year old whippet enthusiastically licked the top half of his dick, which was now glistening and throbbing in the moonlight.
My husband let out a moan and started thrusting into my hand. Startled, I let go as my gaze jumped back to his face to make sure he was still asleep. Buddy was licking, and my husband was now slowly but rhythmically humping the air. Please cum, I thought. You deserve to cum, and Buddy deserves to taste his reward. My god, did I just think that? I was shocked by how dirty my own thoughts had become. I wanted my husband to cum in our dog’s eager mouth. Any curiosity was replaced by raw taboo desire. Fuck, this was so hot.
I stuck my hand in my panties and began rubbing my clit as Buddy continued to lick. I was soaking wet. I pulled the panties up into my eager pussy, hard. The fabric grinding against my clit as my lips parted. I’d never done this before but I needed to do something naughty to myself and my newly discovered dirty side took over. I pulled hard, my lips engulfing the fabric of my panties. It hurt. I loved it.
Buddy must have noticed, because he broke from my husband’s cock and began sniffing what I was doing. “No Buddy, not my pussy, please no.” I wasn’t against the idea, I just didn’t want him to stop licking the cock of my life, which I could see was dripping and throbbing in the air. “Buddy please don’t stop licking his dick, be a good boy” I begged as I covered my pussy and crossed my legs. But he was now fixated on the smell coming from deep inside of me. I stuck two fingers into myself, then three, another first, and fucked myself with my right hand while trying to hold Buddy off with my left, all while starring at that beautiful hard cock throbbing into the air next to me.
I took my fingers out of myself and Buddy immediately tried to lick them. I brought my hand to my husband’s waiting cock, and rubbed my juices over his shaft and balls. Buddy immediately went back to work, and my husband moaned. I took my other hand, which was also now covered in my juices, and began playing with my husband’s ass. I was too far gone now. Buddy began licking my husband’s ass and balls, and I squeezed his cock with my left hand while I finger fucked my pussy with my right. Four fingers now.
We were both moaning and I was getting close to coming. Buddy brought his snout back to my husband’s dick, and I began pumping his shaft while Buddy licked. And then, finally, he came right onto Buddy’s tongue. Buddy licked even faster, and I fucked my pussy even harder. Everything went white, and I came harder than I had ever cum in my life.
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I spent the next day in disbelief that my husband hadn’t woken up. I also had, what I guess men refer to as post-nut clarity. I felt guilty, but still horny. I realized I was lucky not to have been caught and made the responsible decision not to push my luck.
The next few nights were restless. If I fell asleep, I’d dream about my husband’s cock, Buddy, my pussy, an orgy of impossible positions, moans, and orgasms. I’d have to get out of bed and fuck my pussy in the bathroom at least twice each night. It was exhausting, but I needed to cum to keep my desires in check.
Things felt crazy for a while, but eventually, my mind settled back down and I felt normal again.
One night, I was woken by a familiar slurping sound. I held my breath as I listened and my heart began to race. Buddy was licking something again. I turned my head and my pussy instantly betrayed me. My faucet turned right back on when I saw my husband’s cock standing at attention, and Buddy trying to lick it through the fabric of his boxer shorts. My husband was biting his lip and moaning, a look of utter desperation across his sleeping brow.
We hadn’t had sex since his injury, but the two weeks had passed at this point, even though he was still medicated. In fact I don’t think my husband had cum since that night. I instantly wanted him to feel good, almost as much as I wanted to see Buddy lick his shaft while I finger fucked myself into oblivion. I got on my knees in front of my sleeping husband and slowly pulled down his boxer shorts revealing his rock hard cock. I bent down and licked it like Buddy. In this position my dripping pussy and ass was in the air, and Buddy, being a good boy, began licking my panties. Without giving it a second thought, I reached back and pulled my soaked panties to the side, opened my pussy lips with two fingers, and moaned on my husband’s cock as Buddy’s tongue slid deep into my hole. I was in utter ecstasy at this point. I was licking my husband’s cock like a dog, as our dog licked my pussy.
“Oh god, baby I’ve missed you so much. Suck it baby please suck it,” I suddenly heard my husband moan.
My heart jumped in my throat, but I quickly pushed it back down with my husband’s dick and looked him in the eyes. Buddy continued to explore the inside of my hot cunt while my unknowing husband fucked by throat.
I crawled upwards and kissed my husband deeply on the mouth. I missed him so much as well. Buddy followed me up the bed, now standing between my husband’s open legs licking my pussy while we made out. I sat down on my husband’s cock, moaning as it effortlessly sank deep into my doggy drool covered pussy and began grinding my clit into his pubic bone.
“Buddy… Buddy… I think Buddy’s trying to lick you,” he moaned as he tried to get up to push Buddy off the bed.
I pushed him back down. “It’s okay. Don’t stop,” I pleaded with him. Staring deeply into his eyes I lifted my pussy up until it was just kissing the tip of his dick and held it there. Our gaze never broke as Buddy, our best friend, the goodest boy in the world, licked us from asshole to asshole. He licked my pussy and my husband’s cock in one go. I shuddered in pure bliss, eyes rolling in the back of my head. My husband arched his back and desperately tried to push up into my dripping cunt. Buddy licked his rewards and humped the air himself.
Time stood still. My pussy was being fucked and licked at the same time. I’ve never been more satisfied. I wanted to feel even naughtier, even dirtier. I lifted up off my husband’s cock, and positioned it at my asshole, lubed up with doggy drool and already thoroughly explored by Buddy’s tongue. My husband was in shock, anal was always off limits. “I love you” I moaned as I pushed down onto his cock. I felt so full. I looked down, my pussy was on fire, swollen and full of blood. As full as my husband’s cock had been that first frustrating night. I started rubbing my pussy with both hands like a woman possessed, bringing one hand to my husband’s mouth, and the other to Buddy’s lips who jumped forward and buried his snout in my mound. My husband’s gaze was completely fixed on Buddy licking my gushing pussy. My ass stretched and I sank deeper and deeper onto his cock until I could comfortably put my hands behind me and leaned back, exposing as much of my pussy as possible. I wanted my husband to stare and see as much as I had seen those nights. I wanted to put on a show.
A fountain was pouring out of my pussy at this point and Buddy was trying to drink it all. I felt his long whippet nose pushing deeper and deeper into my naughty hole. My husband was motionless taking the sight in. I began fucking his throbbing cock with my ass while Buddy thrust his snout in and out of my willing cunt. He couldn’t get enough, a dog possessed. So was I. I looked over and saw his hard red doggy cock humping the air. He was as turned on as we were.
My husband followed my gaze. “Help him.”
“He’s such a good boy,” I responded breathlessly.
“He is, help him, he deserves it, such a good boy” my husband whispered, as if he worried that if he said it too loud we might both wake from this fantasy.
I reached forward with my left hand and gripped our boy’s red rocket. He instantly began thrusting and my husband matched the rhythm deep into my ass. It all felt so dirty, so naughty, but so natural at the same time. We all loved each other, and now we were all making love.
Buddy’s cum began shooting onto my leg and my husband’s stomach but he never stopped licking me, and I began cumming just as my husband grabbed my waist and pushed my ass down onto his cock as hard as he could.
Everything went white. All I felt was pleasure, and wet, and heat, and love.
I woke up with my leg over my husband and my head on his chest as he stroked my hair. I was staring directly at his still hard cock. Buddy was lying curled up between his legs, gently cleaning my husband’s balls with his loving tongue. I reached down and held his dick, watching the tip fill with blood as I squeezed. Buddy shifted his attention and began licking my ass.
Everything just felt right. We finally shared everything together. Me, and my two good boys.