Valerie Turo was lying in bed well after she had woken up, as was her morning tradition on the weekend. The sun had done its job pouring through the window, dousing itself across her body and rousing her from a deep sleep. The bed she slept on was enormous. It sprung with mahogany pillars from its corners, reaching up into a decadent ceiling decorated in a Victorian manner far above her face The sheets were crumpled up atop of her, coming up to her navel. They were a dull gold color, similar to the pillows and comforter which was half-discarded at the foot of the bed.

She was a siberian husky, well-covered in soft fur that sprung from her in a significant poof. White across her belly and chest, her fur turned a charcoal black as it transitioned to her backside and the top half of her face. Her hair was a fantastic disaster, splayed across the pillow her head rested on. She was totally nude, her virtuous bosom rising from her chest like two hills peaked by rosy nipples. Her arms were bent at her sides with her half-curled paws sitting at the flanks of her head.

She’d held this position for some time, ever since she awoke. It required her best effort not to shift into a more comfortable position even as the sheets around her grew hot. This was the game she played. Don’t move. Pretend to be asleep. The most she had done was grope around the space next to her, finding nothing but velvety sheet. It confirmed what she expected every weekend morning: her husband had gotten up before her. Sometimes she awoke to him sliding out of bed, trying his best to be stealthy. Experience kept her still and quiet to maintain an illusion of slumber. She wanted him to think she was still sleeping, no matter how poorly he had done so to keep it that way.
 
Soon her nose began to twitch as the smell of food drifted across it. The corners of her lips rose into a faint smile. Her stomach rumbled hungrily and her tail thumped on the mattress. She quickly put a stop to that, only a moment before the door swung open.

Pushing it aside with his shoulder was her husband, Balasz. He carried in his arms a metal tray bedecked with breakfast. He was a water shrew, short and pudgy. His fur was a dense gray, uniform from his head to his feet. His snout was long and conical, tipped by a nubby pink nose sprouting thin, twitchy whiskers. He wore a simple button-up shirt and black pants. A smile rode his face as he carefully balanced the meal on its tray.

Valerie opened her eyes in a flutter, as if just waking up. She groaned and stretched her arms out, thrusting her chest up and arching her back. She groggily sat up and pulled the hair out of her eyes. The room grew thick with the smell of pancakes, a small tower of which sat on the tray. Steaming next to it was a white mug of coffee, extra cream, extra sugar. Sweet, like the woman it was being served to, or as Balasz always proclaimed.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Balasz said in a thick Hungarian accent. “Breakfast.” His voice was nasally and meek, sounding incapable of reaching a volume any higher than a shout. His words were articulated and distinct, each one thought on before spoken. Though his accent was strong, his English and grammar were impeccable. Nothing he said was a mistake.

“Mmmm, good morning.” Valerie grumbled with a smile of her own. “What did you make me?”

“Pancakes,” he said. He walked up to the side of the bed and very carefully set the tray, supported by four legs, above her lap. A wisp of steam rose from the pancakes, each one a dark brown from the cinnamon he had laden it with. Syrup drooled down their sides. The coffee was light brown, breathing forth its own column of pleasant steam. Valerie took a deep whiff of it. The aroma swelled her lungs and made her mouth water. Her tummy rumbled.

“Mmmm, thanks sweety. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Ahh, but I did. You know how much I love cooking for you.”

“I know, I know. I love it too.” She leaned forward and puckered her lips. He did the same, giving her a smooch. She sat back and picked up her coffee. She took a teensy sip, burning her lips and tongue. She winced and shivered as the caffeine suffused itself across her muscles.

“Hot?” he asked.

“Just a tad,” she said, holding out the mug towards him. “Blow on it for me, pwease?” She said with a pouted lip.

Balasz leaned forward and held the cup, placing his chunky paws over hers. He blew on the coffee softly, trying not to send any spittle. The muddy liquid rippled under the breeze and the steam bowed. He let go and smiled. “How’s that?”

She took another sip. It was hardly any cooler than before, but it felt like it was. Like momma’s kisses, it didn’t physically help anything. It just made things feel better. “Mmm… Much better.”

Balasz bared his teeth in a vibrant smile. “I’m glad.”

Valerie took a few more sips before she set the mug down and picked up the silverware, neatly placed on a folded napkin. She carved into the pancakes and took a bite. She hummed her delight. “Perfect,” she said through a full mouth. They were incredibly tasty, rich with cinnamon and a myriad of other spices. Balasz spared no expenses whenever he cooked, ensuring every meal was a masterpiece. He sat there patiently, watching her devour his hard work morsel by morsel.

“Do you have anything planned for today?” he asked.

Valerie shrugged, knifing out another wedge of pancake. “I don’t know. I may go grocery shopping, or hang out with Megan. I don’t have anything planned. I might just be lazy today.”

“Be as lazy as you would like, my dear. The day is yours.”

Valerie’s chewing lips formed a smile. “Thanks, baby.”

Of course, that was how it was about every day. Balasz worked, Valerie stayed at home. The son of a wealthy banker, Balasz immigrated from Hungary to get an education, paid for by his family. It was there he met Valerie, and fell madly in love. The feeling was hardly mutual at first, her thinking she was in a tier far above the sniveling, awkward shrew who failed to even reach her height and hardly spoke English. That hardly deterred him. He doted on her for as long as they were in class together, taking breaks only when another boy, usually the tall, athletic type, claimed her as a girlfriend. She mostly ignored his advances, doing her best to pretend he didn’t exist. Soon she had cycled her way through every guy available to her, and found that Balasz had held onto his infatuation for her even after her reputation had grown into something promiscuous.

She finally gave in and agreed to a date, one that took place at one of the fanciest, most expensive restaurants the city had to offer. She discovered something in him that she had missed every interaction before: he was sweet, a good listener, well spoken now that he had mastered English, and whip smart. He was a breath of fresh air compared to the arrogant try-hards she had usually sorted herself with.

Oh yeah, and he was filthy, stinking rich, that helped too. The home where he lived, the car he drove, and pictures of his family’s estate helped confirm the ridiculous amount of dough he was rolling in. That was enough incentive for a second date, and a third, and many more paid by Balasz’s infinite courtesy. They continued their romance beyond their graduation, tying the knot after only 3 years of dating. Balasz got a job at a bank, bought an enormous house, and showered Valerie in his love every day since. His dedication to her was something he made desperately clear whenever he could, which included supporting her pursuits and interests.

No matter what they may be.

Valerie finished her pancakes and dabbed the crumbs off of her lips with the napkin. A significant presence sat in her gut. She wasn’t going to be hungry again any time soon. “That was perfect, as always,” she said.

“Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Let me take that.” He reached over and grabbed the tray’s handles. He lifted it from her lap and got off of the bed. “You can lay back down if you would like. I will clean these.”

She thanked him, and he waddled off to the kitchen, taking time to carefully shut the door behind him. There wasn’t any need for that, she was firmly awake now. The coffee bubbling around a heaping hunk of food made sure she wasn’t going back to sleep. So much for being lazy. She flung the covers off of her legs and got off of the bed. Her feet-paws met the cold hardwood floor. Her robust figure was on full display now, marked most noticeably where the broad curves of her waist ballooned out into her powerfully thick buttocks and thighs. Her husky tail swung up into an ashy crescent of black and white. She gave a quick stretch then headed to her wardrobe. She didn’t bother with an outfit, opting instead for a silky pink robe. She put it on but did not tie it closed, allowing her feminine trunk to show. She went downstairs for the kitchen. Balasz was at the sink, dutifully washing the dishes. His sleeves were rolled up, replaced by bright yellow latex gloves. He looked up and saw her. He gave her his usual smile, then turned back to the sink.

Valerie continued watching, wearing an expression far more muted. There was her husband, the one who worked so hard to earn money, to make her happy, to make her life easy, cleaning the dishes. It was not a sight that garnered the appreciation she knew it should have. When she started dating Balasz, she always pictured a cleaner or a nanny doing the dishes, not him. One of the many perks of having boatloads of money was having other people do the menial work for you. Sure, it was cute and noble how he insisted on doing it as a show of his dedication, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit of shame, both in him and herself. A man with money wasn’t supposed to do dishes.

She looked him up and down, taking note of how chubby he was. His ass hung over his thighs to create a deep crease in the fabric between. The flab hanging from his neck jiggled as he scrubbed a sponge across a plate. He was short, stubby, and had a homely face. He wasn’t anything approaching what she’d characterize as picturesque.

Still, she loved him very much, and she knew how to show it.

She stepped into the kitchen and came up behind him. She leaned onto his back and rested her paws on his hips. He stiffened at her touch but maintained his cleaning. He turned his head a little, expecting a kiss on the cheek. None came. She started rubbing her paws along his waistband, inching them closer and closer to his pant button. His scrubbing slowed, and the faintest heat rose to his cheeks.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, looking down into the sudsy froth. “Is daddy having fun washing the dishes?” she asked. Her tone was flat and smooth, spoken from the chest.

Balasz gulped. He halted scrubbing for a moment; his smile faltered. He resumed cleaning and kept his expression, albeit shakily. “I always clean the dishes for you.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Her pitch deepened. Her chilling blue eyes cut their way at him. He didn’t see them, but he certainly felt their icy stab. “I asked if daddy was happy doing them.”

He came to a complete stop. His smile completely folded into itself. A heavy blush settled across his face. He set down the plate. He turned his face to her, meeting that shivering gaze. “Yes,” he said flatly. “Daddy likes doing the dishes. It makes him very happy.”

Valerie's tail swayed about, stopping itself just short of a wag. I’ve got him. God, he’s so easy. “Good. It makes mommy very happy when you clean for her.” She lifted her paws from his beltline and drifted them up his paunch. Her fingers whispered over the fabric of his shirt. They came to a stop over his man tits. She felt his nipples go hard. “Mommy appreciates everything you do for her.”

The facade of amiability shattered once her paws began groping his soft, blubbery chest. His face went ablaze as a rampant tingling materialized along his groin. His mien sank into a desperate frown. “Ah… I’m happy… that you like it. I’ll do anything… to make mommy happy…”

“I know you will,” Valerie said with unwavering certainty. “Daddy does what mommy tells him to, and he enjoys it.” She pulled herself in closer, pressing her crotch against his fat behind. Her bosom flattened across his back. She closed her lips in with his ear, dousing it in hot, arid breath. “‘Cause daddy’s mommy's good boy.”

“Ohh~...” That was the first moan, one easily triggered by the mere influence of her voice. He melted like chocolate in her grasp, accelerated by the gentle brush of her heat. His knees buckled and knocked. He gripped the rim of the sink to keep balance. The pressure growing along his groin was intense.

“Aww, is daddy getting excited?” She sounded like she was asking a toddler if they had gotten a boo-boo. 

“Ahh… Yes…”

“Mmm… I can tell.” Her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom. It fell apart once the last button came undone, revealing his globular belly. She rubbed it up and down, savoring its terrific softness. Soon enough her fingers crept down to his waistband. She popped the button and lowered his fly, something it almost did on its own thanks to the stretch around his waist. She let his pants drop. There were his tighty-whities, dented by a small nub. Her finger found it, and a smile split her lips. She fingered it around, feeling how dense it was. A hot wetness formed between it and her finger, staining the fabric.

Balasz whimpered as she toyed with his flesh. Pleasure ached in his balls and across his buttocks. He felt his tail hole pucker into a vice. Her hips grinded against his butt, rolling around in womanly circles. There was no phallus, but he could all but feel a very sincere penetration. He moaned again while his lip quivered in full. To demonstrate some level of control, he peeled off his gloves, letting them flop into the sink. Valerie clutched the band of his underwear and peeled them down his thighs midway. There sprouting from his sheath was his penis, small and pink. It appeared to be growing from him, trying to attain its full stature.

The problem was, it already had.

That was Balasz’s cock, a paltry stub of pink meat that had failed at every attempt to be adequate. It looked like the stump of a severed twig coming off of a log. His scrotum did not compensate, being nothing more than a bitty purse of fuzz carrying with it two marbles of flesh. Nothing about his manhood could be described as anything worthy of pride. Its exiguity deserved nothing but pity and mockery, something Valerie supplied in bounds.

Though she couldn’t see it thanks to his belly, Valerie knew it was there, hard as diamond. She recalled her shock and dismay the first time she had laid eyes on it. They were spending their first night together after she moved in with him. They were making out on their newly placed bed when she suggested he break her in. He seemed reluctant at first, but a few squeezes on the butt and kisses to the neck and he was sold. She stripped naked. She felt flattered by the way his eyes lit up when he laid eyes on her nature. She lied on her belly and told him to get naked. Again, he hesitated. Puppy eyes did the trick. He kneeled in front of her, took his shirt off, then undid his fly. Down came his pants, then his underwear. She thought it was a joke at first, a prosthetic. She laid her fingers on it (her whole paw was too big) and gave it an investigative stroke. Nope. It was real. A snort of laughter ruptured through her nose. She clamped her paw over her mouth. She looked up and saw that ever-present smile on his face, now severely hampered by what had to have been shame.

“Yes, I know it is very small,” he confessed. “I’m sorry if it is not enough.”

Guilt tore through her. Here was the man (she suddenly had trouble classifying him as that) who loved her, and whom she was in the process of learning to love back. How shallow would it have been for her to mock him for something he couldn’t control. She was disappointed, yes, but she wasn’t a monster.

“Nonononononono,” she insisted. “It’s perfect.” She tried putting on her best sexy voice, as if that pink thorn of meat could actually turn her on.

“No, it’s not,” he said sardonically. “I’m not big like other guys.”

That was hard to argue against. “It’s OK, Balasz. I really don’t mind.” She minded tremendously. She hated herself for it, but having her hopes of ever being satisfied by him were draining away every second she looked at his puny cock.

“Y-you… You can say it… I’m small,” he stammered.

“Baby, it’s OK.”

“No.” Suddenly his voice was curt, matter-of-fact. “You can say how small it is.”

Valerie stopped stroking him. Where was this coming from? Did he want her to actually say it? She looked down at his penis uncertainly. “Um, well… yeah. It’s pretty small.”

Balasz gulped. His cheeks grew a shade redder. “Y-yeah… You think so?” He sounded oddly hopeful, as if she had assured him the opposite was true.

“Uh-huh.” Oh my God. Is he…? “I’ve never really seen one this small.”

He licked his lips. His cock throbbed against her thumb. “The smallest? Are other guys a lot bigger?”

Valerie’s eyes went round. The look on his face, the inflection of his voice. The son of a bitch actually liked it. She didn’t realize it, but her tail began to wag. Was she really going to indulge him? Was she really getting this excited about it? “Yeah,” she confirmed, both to him and herself. “By a lot. Just about every guy I’ve been with was way bigger.” That wasn’t much of a stretch, unfortunately. “I didn’t think guys could get this small.” God dammit, she was having fun.

Judging by the look of anguish contorting his face, so was Balasz. “Ahh… I know… My cock is very small… Too small… I’m sorry.”

Valerie smirked. Once again she fought back laughter. “Yeah, you oughta be. It’s pretty sad.” Her feet kicked behind her lazily like a schoolgirl talking on the phone. Her tail was wagging in earnest now. “You haven’t grown since elementary, have you?”

“No…” His own little smirk was half-buried under that miserable expression. “I haven’t.” 

“Yeah, I can tell.” She continued denigrating that insignificant prick throughout the rest of the night, tickling a special part of him as well as one in her she didn’t know she had. It made her feel sexy, somehow, as if she were being vindicated of something. This was a much more unique experience compared to being wooed and then pounded by the run-of-the-mill stud. This was invigorating, empowering, even. She wouldn’t have guessed it, but that pitiful excuse for a penis was doing a better job satisfying her than any other she had put inside of her, something she ironically didn’t even need to do with his.

So, the two of them found their sexual niches. Valerie emasculated him, and he willingly crumpled beneath the weight of her scorn. There in front of the sink, she rubbed her paws along the creases between his thighs and groin, inches away from his tiny fruit. The mere proximity of her fingers buzzed delight into his shaft. A piddle of clearish precum seeped from the tip. His butt squirmed against her.

“Aww, does daddy like it when mommy touches him?” She nuzzled her snout up against his cheek, dabbing the cold nip of her nose into his skin. “Is daddy’s widdle baby cock getting hard?”

“Yes, momma… Oh God… It gets so hard when momma touches it…”

“Aww, I know it does…” She inched her claws closer and closer to his leaky penis asymptotically. That so-close-yet-so-far presence made him tingle like mad. He needed her touch. She knew that. She would not give it to him. He was going to have to beg. “Tell mommy why she should touch your little cock. Why should mommy bother?”

“Ohhh…” He took a deep breath. It was growing difficult to speak. The first drop of pre plipped onto the floor. “Daddy made mommy breakfast… Ahh, he washed the dishes. Huhhh… I’ve been very good…”

“Yes you have,” she murred, swirling her claw in tiny circles just above where his hilt met his pubis. “Mommy is very proud, but mommy doesn’t want to touch daddy’s cock. Daddy’s cock is too small.”

That got a rise in him. He whimpered and squirmed, unable to contain what was now a steady drip from his overly stimulated yet untouched cock. Her paw groped back up his belly and to his tit. She grabbed hard, causing him to flinch. The tendons in her arms bulged with each squeeze, signaling the strength that lay beneath. She could’ve hurt him if she wanted to, digging in her claws with a mighty clench. She never did, though. The lingering threat that she could was enough to make his palms sweat. She liked that even better.

His breathing escalated into a series of moans. She rewarded him with heavy grinds against his chunky backside. It was real to him now, that drilling of a thick, powerful organ into his sweet tail hole, delivered by a beautiful woman far more masculine than he, as if that was hard to accomplish.

She humped him again and again, bouncing her hips off of his ass. “Aww, is daddy gonna cum for mommy?” Her lips were a whisker away from his ear, huffing her coercion like an imp on his shoulder. “Is daddy gonna make cummies?”

“Ohhh, Valerieeeee! Momma~! Ahh!”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yeeeessssssssss…”

“Good boy. Go ahead…” she breathed into his ear. “Cum for mommy.”

And that was it. The deep thrum of her voice accompanied by the hot caress of her breath triggered his climax. “Uhhhhhhhhhaaahhhhhhhh~~~!!!” What Balasz’s cock lacked in size, it made up for in ejaculatory might. A thin rope of white spewed from his tip, straight as an arrow, and splattered against the sink cabinet. His entire body jolted and jiggled. The first spurt came to a quick stop before it was succeeded by more, each one further defiling the poor wood paneling before it. The milky deluge came to a stop eventually, leaving him half-slumped against the sink, panting and whimpering.

Valerie smiled victoriously. His quivering voice was music to her ears. Sparking his orgasms was like planting her flag atop the highest peak. A thrill of delight raked itself down her flesh, starting from her eardrums which stung under the shrill assault of his voice. It drove her womanhood wild, igniting an angry arousal that materialized as a heavy moisture emanating from her cunt. She rubbed his belly calmly, holding back the urge to force him to his knees and shove his face into her crotch. She had other ideas.

“That’s mommy's good boy… Did daddy make cummies?” she asked as the smell of his seed twitched her nose. 

“Ahhh… Yes, momma…”

“Aww, daddy…” She pecked his cheek then turned him around to kiss him. He kissed back with as much energy as he could muster. His lips limply closed themselves on hers which were far more assertive. She fondled his teeny scrotum with the tips of her two fingers, the first time she had actually touched his manhood throughout that entire sequence. The persuasion of her words was touch enough. She relented her kiss and rested her arms on his shoulders. “Mommy’s happy that you came, but you made a big mess.” She couldn’t see the ribbons of milky slime splattered across the cabinet doors, but she could certainly smell it.

“Ehh… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’ll clean it up.”

“Yes, you will, but not right now.”

“Wh-whuh…? Not right now?”

“No,” she said flatly. “Mommy’s horny, and we’re gonna do something about it.”

“Ahh… Of course.”

“Does daddy think he can film mommy?”

Balasz’s breath caught itself. He looked at her dumbly. “You want… to film?” he asked timidly. “Today? Right now?”

“Yes,” she said. “Mommy’s wet now and she wants to film her taking care of it. See?” She took a step back and parted her robe. There was her crease, neatly settled between her thighs. The soft, white fur around it was matted down by the moisture of her intense arousal. “You made mommy hot, now you’re going to film her cumming, OK?” She sounded like a remorseful judge handing down a harsh yet mandatory sentence.

Balasz fidgeted. His pants lay heaped around his ankles. Perspiration darkened the pits of his shirt. His puny cock peeked halfway from his sheathe. He gulped. “Are… Are we streaming or just recording?”

“Hmm,” Valerie pondered. “I think we’ll just record for now. I don’t think any of my subscribers are out and about right now. This’ll be a surprise gift for them.”  She took his paw and guided him out of the kitchen. He struggled to keep up, forced to waddle by the pants still clinging to his ankles. They made it to the bedroom where Balasz kicked off his pants and waited there awkwardly. She turned around and caught him loitering. “Well, don’t just stand there, silly! Go get my laptop and the camera!”

“Ah! Right. Sorry.” He promptly hurried away, almost eager to obey his orders. He soon returned with a laptop, a camcorder with its tripod, and a portable stand

This was the role he played in supporting her hobbies: cameraman. Valerie was an amatuer pornstar, one who made a name for herself on OnlyFans. OneSpoiledWife, that was the name she gave herself. An accurate title considering Balasz was her unfailing and most important supporter. The years of emasculating her husband fed that bizarre desire of hers to become a masochistic queen, but the years passed by and she found this yearning to be less and less quenched everytime she insulted his manhood. She could sense it in him too. He wanted more punishment, more humiliation. The psychological torture she delivered was hardly cutting it alone. So why couldn’t others join in?

It was Balasz who proposed it, subtly at first. He remarked how beautiful she was, as he did everyday, then lamented how more men couldn’t indulge in her beauty because of him. The world deserved her splendor. She was flattered, but didn’t quite catch on. It was when he openly and repeatedly confessed how other men, ones far more capable and thus deserving, should be the ones giving and receiving her pleasure, that she started to get the idea. Men more masculine than him, “which is all of them,” should be the ones to lay eyes on her gorgeous body. So she asked him one day, how would he feel about her showing herself off to other men? What would he do if a film of herself committing lewd acts wound up on the internet?

“Oh, I would be devastated,” he said. “But, I would come to terms with the fact that a spectacular example of animal perfection such as yourself deserves to be admired by all.” He said it so dramatically, like a philosopher coming to terms with the inevitability of death. Although, he did have a little smirk on his face the whole time.

It was settled. Balasz purchased a camera. Valerie made an OnlyFans account, a stream channel, and a new Twitter. They made their first video. It was nothing extraordinary, just a torso shot of Valerie as she masturbated. Things escalated once a few fans subscribed. She started showing her face, wearing provocative clothing, using bigger and badder toys. She performed her first stream. Balasz was there for it all, spending every dollar he could to ensure her production was flawless. He was the silent cinematographer, capturing every magical performance dutifully. 

Balasz performed his usual task of setting up the camera and laptop. He opened the tripod and stood it in front of the bed, by the foot. He put the stand next to it and put the laptop on it with the screen facing her. He locked the camera onto its swivel and aimed it at the bed. Valerie climbed onto the mattress. She knelt in the center, sitting back on her ankles with her legs spread. “Let me see how I look,” she said. Balasz turned the camera on and connected it to the laptop via Bluetooth. He opened a window displaying the camera feed. Valerie appeared on the screen. She was struck by how disorderly her hair was. “Baby, get my brush for me.”

He was gone and back in a flash with her hairbrush. She fussed over her hair for a few minutes until the most glaring knots of hair were undone. She didn’t bother making it perfect. When you were naked with a heavy rod of silicone buried in your pussy, boys hardly took time to pay attention to your hair. She tossed the brush aside then took time to adjust her robe. It was important not to show everything in the beginning. She teased her audience into wanting more. She kept the inner fringe of her robe hanging just along the flanks of her crotch, casting it in a faint shadow. The boys would know that it was there, but they were going to have to wait if they wanted to see it~ (Unless they just scrolled the video forward).

“Are you going to use a toy?” Balasz asked.

“Yeah. Bring me the horse one. I’m feeling big today.” 

“Ah, of course, dear.” He went to the closet and retrieved a dildo. It was an equine model with a suction cup base, fit with two enormous balls. It filled his arms as he carried it to her as carefully as he had the breakfast tray from earlier. It was an alien purple color, mottled with splotches of deep black. He laid it out on the comforter in front of her. “Here you go,” he said reverently. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, baby. I will.” She took the dildo and hid it behind her. “Are you ready?” He rushed behind the camera and double-checked that it was aimed properly at her. He nodded sharply. “Good,” she said, then took a preparatory breath. “Alright. Go.” 

Balasz hit record. With a press of a button, Valerie’s mood shifted into the solicitous housewife, a persona she had perfected. “Hello everyone,” she purred. “It’s morning here, and hubby was sweet enough to make mommy breakfast.” She stared directly into the camera as she spoke. Her eyes were half-closed, her voice a smooth hum. It was different from the pitying whine she directed at Balasz. This was her seductive voice, the one that drove boys wild, the one Balasz pained to hear reserved for other men. That hardly mattered to his penis, which was now back in its bashful apex. “Mommy loved it and ate until she was stuffed, but mommy wanted more.” She grinned slyly and began tugging at the inside of her robe, just enough to give a glimpse of her nipple. “While hubby was doing the dishes, mommy touched him a little, and hubby made cummies.” Her eyes drifted from the lens to Balasz, who was blushing dearly. “Mommy isn’t upset with him. We all know he doesn’t last long, but that didn’t leave any time for him to help me with my little problem.” Her paw fell to the edge of her robe beside her groin. She opened it up, finally displaying her burning cunt. Her fingers edged down her belly and into her thatch. “So now mommy’s gonna take care of it herself, and hubby’s gonna watch.”

He already was, raptly. His penis ached from his previous orgasm, but he was already stroking himself. Balasz never appeared in her videos. With a cock like his, Valerie didn’t blame him. However, she needed a cameraman. Thus he watched as his wife pleasured herself on things that weren’t his cock for other men. He remained respectfully quiet. Any urge to object to her actions was silenced by his cowardice. This helped her viewers project themselves onto him, at least the ones who had a humiliation kink. In their minds, they were the ones holding the camera and receiving the lash of her passive-aggressive insults.

Valerie reached behind her and revealed the gargantuan dildo. She cradled it in her arms like a weapon, drifting her claws down what would’ve been a deadly blade. “Today mommy’s gonna use her favorite horse cock. You’re all familiar with him.” She smiled at that hellacious tool like it was her own creation. She lifted the tip to her mouth and kissed it gingerly. “I’m sure this’ll help mommy cum. It always does when daddy can’t.” She shot him a wink. He blushed hard. 

 She set the dildo aside and wriggled out of her robe. It crumbled into a heap around her. She picked it up between her thumb and index finger and flung it aside. Nothing was hidden now. That figure Balasz pleaded to be seen was now for anyone who wanted it. She opened her legs further. She slid her paw back down into her crotch and spread her vulva with two fingers. It was a glistening cavern of hot pink. She chewed her lip and took a deep breath. Her fingers dragged up and down her lips. Pleasure nibbled it’s way up her loins, further intensifying her heat. She leaned backwards on one paw as she serviced her cunt. She looked at Balasz needily. “If hubby would be so sweet and bring that camera so everyone can see, it would be really nice…”

Balasz snapped back into reality and jumped to action. He snapped the camera off of the tripod and held it with two paws as he walked over to the side of the bed. He climbed on and knelt in front of her. He focused the camera on her vulva. It captured every wrinkle and glean of moisture. She continued fingering herself, making a wet squilch noise that the camera picked up. Balasz bit back his breathing, trying hard to keep quiet.

“Ohh… Mommy’s pussy is so wet… I can’t wait any longer.” She grabbed the dildo. Balasz scooted back so that she was in frame. She held it upside down by the shaft with both paws and aimed the head at her crotch. She teased its fat tip around her nethers. “Mmm…” she hummed. “That’s good.” She looked up at the camera shyly. “Does hubby want to see mommy put this cock in her?” she said to Balasz and to her audience. That was his cue to nod the camera. “Mmm… Does hubby want mommy to cum?” She pressed the tip directly onto her slit. She swirled around, eliciting the first murrs of pleasure. The camera, and the shrew behind it, nodded. “Mmm… Me too.” She slid the dildo down the length of her slit and began sawing it back and forth. She licked her lips and humped against it. Her eyes closed and her head lolled back, spilling her hair down her shoulder blades. She moaned softly, just loud enough for the camera to hear. Balasz closed in on her pussy, capturing the slosh of her cunt around that heavy shaft, now shiny with her juices. “Ohh~... This big horse cock makes mommy happy… Uhh… It’s so much bigger than hubby’s. I love it so much. Ah!” She grinded against it hard. Droplets of her waters began dripping onto the bed.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She fell backwards and lifted her legs, knees fully bent. She pulled a pillow up behind her head so that she could prop it up and see what she was doing. Her cunt was splayed open nastily. The light gray fur around it was soaked from her pubes down to the inside of her buttocks. She held the dildo by the balls with one paw, the other firmly gripping its shaft. She pressed it to her vulva, and with one solid push, swallowed the tip. “Huhhh~...” She closed her eyes and took a moment to breathe. The pleasure was burning its way into her thighs, making them quiver towards the brink of pulling a muscle. Once she settled, she slowly plunged that epic column into her feminism. Her vulva gaped and her flesh bulged as it went deeper, coming to a stop only a few fingers from the hilt. She held it there, her whole body trembling like a leaf. She opened her eyes and saw her husband watching. “Uhhh… This cock is really big, baby… It feels really good. Does hubby want me to cum on it?” Balasz nodded the camera slowly. Valeria managed a smile. “Ahh… Good. Mommy was going to anyway…” She pulled the dildo out until her lips wrapped around the tip, then pushed it back. “Ohh~” She continued at a steady cadence, in and out, making sure to cover as much of that heavenly length as she could, which was a lot. Practice had earned her the ability to take a lot. The days of using small vibrators or her paw were behind her. The only things satiating her were the biggest, baddest, naughtiest tools she could find. The bigger the toy, the less adequate Balasz felt. The look on his face reflected that feeling, as well as his intense arousal. Already his cock was leaking precum again.

As she pleasured herself, moaning loudly and reporting just how good it felt, Balasz made sure to capture every inch of her as close and personal as he could. He focused on her cunt as it cratered around the dildo, her face as it contorted with joy, her thighs as the twitched and jiggled, her tail as it wagged lazily, and her breasts as they jiggled with each self-inflicted thrust. With every part of her covered in detail, he fell back once more, staying there until her inevitable climax.

Her moans rose into a dramatic pitch, rising higher and higher as her body approached her tipping point. In an instant her body was stuck by a terrific orgasm, flinging her back into an arch and a fit of spasms. “Huhhhhhhhhh~~~!” Her cunt issued a heavy dose of womanly byproduct, thickish cream that coated what part of the dildo was ensconced in her. Balasz's sensitive nose twitched and wrinkled as the powerful smell of her climax flooded the room. It intensified his own arousal, worsening the ache in his rock-hard boy cock. It was too bad for him. He wasn’t allowed to masturbate until the cameras were off. He was OK with that, as long as Valerie was happy. 

She definitely was, sighing as her muscles became laden with intense delight. “Mmmm… Baby… That was amazing…” She looked at the camera saucily. “Did hubby watch mommy cum?” The camera nodded. “Did he enjoy it?” The camera nodded. “Does hubby wish mommy came on his cock?” The camera nodded, albeit less emphatically. “Aww, I know. Hubby’s cock is just too small. Mommy has to use her big toys. Hubby still likes it when she cums on other cocks, doesn’t he?” The camera nodded, this time with more energy. She smiled warmly. “Mmm, good. Mommy loves it when hubby watches her cum. Mommy’s gonna bring a big, hunky horse home one day and he’s gonna breed her good. Hubby wants that, doesn’t he?”

Balasz licked his lips. His mind was suddenly glutted with images of Valerie, his wife, being defiled by a horse, one far more suitable for pleasing her than him. He’d fill her to the brim with his cock, then flood her womb in his seed, blessing her with his foals. Such an image made his heart heavy with anguish.

It was really fucking hot. He nodded the camera.

Valerie grinned triumphantly. “Mmm, I know he does. Mommy deserves a real man. But for now…” She pulled the dildo out of her with a gross schlrrp. Her vagina was a gnarly O of wet pink. “...she’ll stick with this.” And she did for the next half-hour, exploring every position and method her imagination allowed. On her side with one leg lifted up, on her knees with her chin flat on the mattress, her back to the wall with the dildo suction cupped to it. She put on a show, impaling herself vehemently and cumming repeatedly. Balasz was there, documenting every orgasm. His ears rang with the belt of her moans, so shrill with pluming ecstasy. She told him how she wished the dildo was his cock and how much bigger it was. She said, without a hint of exaggeration, that she couldn’t wait to be fucked by a real man one day. Indeed, in her imagination a huge, lumbering stallion was fucking her hard. With her every orgasm she envisioned one coming from this fictional stud in unison with hers. She did not forget Balasz. He was there too, stroking his tiny cock as he watched his wife cum on another man’s.

Valerie eventually came for the last time, and the fantasy faded away in sync with her pleasure. She laid on her back on the bed. Her pilfered cunt splayed open, puffy and red. A milky swamp of juices and cream had accumulated around her crotch and thighs. Her tail wagged occasionally. She held the cum-lathered dildo between her cushiony breasts, lapping her tongue on its head. She slid it into her maw and swallowed as much of it as she could, punching it past her throat several inches. She choked and gagged, but managed to hold on until she had suckled it clean of her feminine residue. She pulled it out with a loud gasp, then wiped her lips dry with her forearm.

“Ahh… That was so much fun… My pussy is so happy.” She fingered her cunt some more. It felt terribly loose, almost numb. Balasz was beside her, kneeling. His teeth were gritted and his face brick-red. The sounds of Valerie’s many orgasms and the smell they created were driving him wild. His stubby penis was agonizingly erect, slick with his precum. Still, she wasn’t done. He had to wait for her to wrap things up, then daddy had permission to cum.

“I hope hubby liked watching that. Maybe next time it’ll be a real cock, then he can see how a real man pleases a woman.” She winked at the camera, then took her finger out of her pussy to suckle on it. “I hope you all enjoyed watching mommy cum.” She wiggled her fingers goodbye. “Until next time~”

With that, Balasz stopped recording and snapped the camcorder shut. “Oh my God,” he huffed. “That was beautiful, fantastic, magnificent.” He was breathing heavily. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait. He felt ready to pop as it was. “They’re really going to like that one. I did.”

Valerie giggled. “I can tell.” She sat up and scooted next to him. The aroma of her sex bled straight into his nose and weighed heavily against his face. She leaned in close. The heat of her breath intermingled with his. She leaned on her arms, holding them close together so that they perked up her breasts. She spoke breathily. “Mommy liked cumming, now it’s daddy’s turn.”

That’s all she wrote for Balasz. His eyes rolled back in their sockets while his head swooned. He sighed pitifully. “Huuhhh…” He came again, although lacking the ferocity from earlier. Measly plips of white dribbled from his pecker. It was all he could muster. Valerie kissed his lips for as long as it lasted, rubbing her paw along his side from his belly to his back. Sweat came down his face in heavy beads.

“There we go… That’s a good boy,” Valerie purred. She scooped up a pearl of seed off the comforter with her finger and dipped it into her lips. The taste was fetid, weak. As soon as she finished, she sat upright, resuming her normal attitude. “Well! That’s a lovely way to start the morning off, don’t you think?”

Balasz gathered himself. “Ahh, yes. That was astounding.” His sheath swallowed his meek penis. It was done for the next few hours. “When should I post that to the OnlyFans?”

“Anytime within the next few hours. But first, I’d like you to clean up this awful mess we made,” she said, gesturing to the wet-stained comforter stained with both of their orgasms.

“Ah! Yes ma’am.”

“And don’t forget your mess in the kitchen.”

“Yes, I have not. I will clean it.”

She smiled. “Good. I love you.”

“I love you too, my beautiful.”

They kissed. He scurried off for cleaning supplies. Valerie stretched. She rubbed the space beneath her navel where the dildo just was. It was discarded next to her, absolutely trashed in a scabbard of her cum. Once more her mind created scenarios of a genuine horse cock receiving similar treatment. Would Balasz allow that? Would he enjoy it as much as everything else? She shrugged the thought and got off the bed. She took a shower and got dressed, putting on a white t-shirt, a knee-length navy blue skirt, and some heels. She brushed her hair, put it into a bun, and put on some jewelry. Properly dressed for the day, she got her purse and walked past her husband for the front door. He was on his knees in the kitchen, scrubbing his cum off of the cabinet doors. He looked up from his work and saw her dressed. “Where are you going?”

“Out,” she said nonchalantly. “I think I’ll go grocery shopping, maybe the bookstore. I can’t sit around here all day and rot.”

“Ah, OK. Of course. You be safe, dear,” he grunted while scraping away a particularly stubborn splat of cum.

“I will. Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She went out the front door. Parked in the driveway was her white Cadillac. She didn’t have anything planned for the day, really. They had plenty of food in the house, and she had two books waiting for her to finish the one she was on currently. Thing was, she didn’t want to be in the house with Balasz while he cleaned the aftermath of her videos. Cleaning was always a nasty affair she didn’t care to be a part of or even see, so she left him behind to take care of it on his own. He didn’t seem to mind, or at least he didn’t complain. It just wasn’t her thing.

She pulled out of the driveway and made her way to the local grocery store. As she walked down the parking lot she calculated in her head how much time she would have to burn before Balasz would be done with cleaning. No more than an hour, she estimated. Half an hour grocery shopping, half an hour browsing books. That’ll work. She couldn’t very well remember what food or supplies they needed at the house, if there were any. She decided she’d restock their milk and some of the cleaning supplies. Lord knew they burned some of it that morning. She  walked inside and found the place semi-busy with shoppers. She grabbed a cart and headed for the dairy section. She grabbed a gallon of 2%, then made her way to the cleaning supplies. She took some bleach off of the shelves and then some fabric softener. She reached the end of the aisle with everything she needed.

Well, shit. She had gotten everything she had come there for already. How long had she been there? It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes. She sighed, thinking over what it was she wanted to do. She looked into her cart. There wasn’t even enough in it to warrant using it. She walked out of the aisle and headed for the produce section. Maybe I can grab some bananas or something. I’m not gonna leave with just this.

She went to the produce and began inspecting various fruits, melons, bananas, grapes, apples, etc. She was hardly paying any real attention given that she had no idea what constituted a good fruit or not. She was rapping on a cantaloupe with her ear up to the rind when she was bumped into by something from behind. It was such a solid mass that when it clipped her shoulder she thought she had been hit by a forklift. She was knocked into her cart and nearly dropped the cantaloupe.

“Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, ma’am! Are you alright?” asked a deep, strong voice.

She shot upright and saw who had knocked into her. It wasn’t a forklift or a zamboni, but now she saw why she had thought that. Standing in front of her, leaning forward to see if she was OK, was a horse. A really big fucking horse. He was dressed simply in a white v-neck t-shirt with faded jeans torn in several places. He had tan work boots that looked equally worn out. He was a belgian draft, sporting a dullish blonde coat of coarse fur. Cuffing his wrists were soft tufts of white fur which he also had around his ankles. Valerie couldn’t see it, but hanging from his back was a cropped horse tail tied into a neat little knot. 

He was absolutely enormous, reaching a proportion of stature Valerie had only seen in magazines or in movies. His entire body, from his burly neck down to his calves, was burdened with thick, dense muscle. His shirt seemed ready to rip apart around the explosive contours of his trunk. His arm was broad with rippled muscle. His forearm was strung with veins. Everytime he moved Valerie thought she would hear the grinding of stone. He was a walking talking monolith of strength even greater than the already lofty equine standard.

Valerie stared at him wide-eyed. He was an awful lot to take in. Intimidation kept her frozen and silent. She was having trouble processing that what stood before her was a living breathing person, not an animatronic statue programmed to move and speak. She gave him another once over, not some horse-shaped boulder let loose in the store.

Then she saw it. The air in her lungs got trapped as she was struck aghast by what she saw. She physically moved back as if repulsed. But she wasn’t at all sickened. No, she was thrown back by its glory. Sitting there lodged between the horse’s thighs was a leviathan bulge created by his Olympian manhood. It jutted out from behind his zipper like a volleyball, rotund and heavy. Even through the cover of his denim she could make out the basic contours of his scrotum: a cumbersome purse of hot flesh rounded by two balls like Christmas ornaments. Just above that sacreligious scrotum was a fat knob that was his sheath. Already her mind was guessing how big his cock was. She’d seen plenty of pictures of stallions and their endowments. In every case they were something to behold. This gentleman, however, was carrying something else entirely, something hyperbolic that bordered on defiance of logic.

“Ma’am…?” Valerie blinked back to reality. Her gaze had been firmly locked on his balls, rather conspicuously. She managed to bring it up to his face, which she was really noticing for the first time. His face was strong with a tall and broad snout. His brow was dense, curtained over by his light-blonde bangs. His eyes were an orange-brown made into a squint by the presence of his heavy brow and cheekbones. He wore an expression of concern. “Are you OK? I knocked into you pretty good. I’m sorry. I’m a bull in a china shop.” His voice was deep yet feather soft. He had a marked country accent, one fitting with his attire.

Valerie still couldn’t speak. Her mind and mouth weren’t in sync. The images flooding her mind had lit a fire in her, starting in her chest, then zipping its way down into her loins. Her husky tail coiled tighter. Her heart began to race. She breathed deeply, catching for the first time a heavy aroma like wet earth, no doubt his musk. Him, she decided suddenly. It has to be him.

Seeing the woman frozen there, unable to speak, the horse felt awkward. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. “Well ma’am, if you’re OK, I’ll be… uh, gettin’ on now. Sorry about that, again.” He took his shopping cart and started walking away.

By pure reflex, Valerie sprung into action. She wasn’t letting him go anywhere. “W-wait!” She caught him by his bicep which felt like grabbing onto a shot put. He came to a halt and looked down at her paw, surprised. He looked more worried now, like she was going to threaten him. “I’m sorry… I’m fine. I was just a little… distracted.” She let go of him. “You’re OK, I’m OK.”

He smiled, relieved. “That’s good to hear, ma’am. Like I said, I’m as graceful as a buffalo in a blindfold. I didn’t mean to hit ya.” The soft, polite way he spoke was in total contrast to his brutal physique. 

“I know, I know. You’re fine.” She held out her paw. “I’m Valerie.”

“Oh, nice to meet you Valerie. Stan.” He shook her paw, completely enveloping it in his hoof. The skin of his palm was incredibly rough with callouses yet his grip was gentle. A real man’s handshake. 

“Nice to meet you too, Stan.” As soon as they let go her eyes returned to his bulge. For fuck’s sake. How does he walk? Is it fake? Is that even legal? “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here. Are you from around here?” 

Stan chuckled. “Yeah, you’d notice a fellow like me walking around, wouldn’t ya? No, I live out in Spokesville, on a farm. I’m here in town visiting family.”

Valerie felt a tinge of blush rise in her cheeks. Stop staring, dummy! “Spokesville, I’ve been down there a few times, I think.” She cleared her throat. “What kind of farm work do you do? You must do a lot of heavy lifting.,” she said as she graduated her stare from his crotch up to his cinder block pecs.

He smiled bashfully. “Well, it’s just a tobacco farm. I actually do weightlifting as a hobby. ‘Been voted the state’s strongest man three times now.”

“Ooh~” I like the sound of that. Maybe Balasz would too. She grinned and chewed on her fingernail. “Can I… maybe… feel your muscles?” She was embarrassed to ask. She thought she sounded like some sorority girl who ran into a bodybuilder on the beach during spring break. If she had her way, she was going to be feeling a hell of a lot more than just that.

Stan laughed. If he had a nickel. “Sure thing.” He turned his shoulder to her and half-flexed his arm. His bicep bloomed into a fat boulder. A single vein ran on top of it like a racing stripe. Valerie’s face lit up with an excited smile. She almost whistled. She reached out and rubbed it. His fur was short and smooth, but everything beneath that was hard like marble. She rubbed her fingers up and down that impressive mound. She could sense the dangerous potential that lay beneath. She could already picture herself being carried by him over his shoulder like a sack of wheat, effortlessly. It was difficult for her to comprehend that what she was feeling was genuine flesh and blood, not some example of anatomy chiseled from bronze.

She gave him a good feel for a few more moments before she finally forced herself to stop. “Wow. You’re very strong.”

“Thank you!” He seemed flattered, although Valerie assumed he got such compliments a lot. 

“What are you doing grocery shopping? If you don’t mind me asking.” It was strange that someone visiting family would be doing that, let alone by themselves. She also wanted to figure out if or when he would be free.

“Oh, my cousin was needin’ this stuff and is out doin’ his work. I don’t got nothin’ to do today, so I said I’d do it for him.”

Nothing to do, you say? She made her move.  “Aww Well… maybe if you’re not that busy, I can show you around town. Maybe we can get some coffee together.”

His smile faltered. He gulped as what appeared to be anxiety came over him. “Well… that’d be awfully kind of you… What was your name, again? I’m sorry.”

“Valerie, and don’t be.”

“Valerie, that would be nice. I, um…” He scratched the back of his head. She couldn’t tell if he was coming up with a way to let her down easy or an excuse.

“Only if you’re not doing anything,” she insisted. “And if you want to. Sorry if I’m being hasty,” I just need you to come over and fuck my brains out, is all.

“Oh, not at all, ma’am. It’s fine.”

“Please, call me Valerie.”

“Yes ma’- Err, yeah.” He chuckled, a bit uneasily. Valerie stood where she was, her paws clasped patiently in front of her. She smiled up at him. It’s up to you, handsome, but it would make me very happy if you said ‘yes’, and incredibly sad if you said ‘no’. Carrying the message across most effectively were her puppy eyes, glistening under the fluorescent grocery lights. It did the job. “Aw heck, I ain’t got nothin’ better to do. I’ll join you for a cup of joe.”

Valerie’s lips split into a beaming smile. Her tail wagged behind her. Just you wait, Balasz. I think I’ve got us one. “Great! There’s a great cafe in a bookstore on this strip. Just a short walk from here.”

“I think I saw it. ‘Kick’ somethin’?”

“Kick Back-n-Read! That’s the one.”

“Yeah, I saw it. I know where it is. Can I meet you there?”

Valerie’s paw balled into a fist as she fought to restrain her tail. “Absolutely! Take your time in here. I’ve got everything I need.”

“Heh, alright.” His smile was back. He looked her up and down for a moment. She saw his eyes fall on her cleavage, something she caught other men doing regularly. She didn’t mind in this case. You’re gonna see a helluva lot more than this, boy.

She stood upright, jutting her chest up at him in a way that made her bosom jiggle. She gave a cute wave. “OK! See you then.”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes staying where they were. “See you then.”

He wheeled away, a very bemused smirk on his face. When his back was to her, Valerie grabbed her cart and skedaddled in the opposite direction, the goofiest grin on her face. Ohshitohshitohshit! It’s happening! It was her everything not to jump up and down and squeal as she hurried to the checkout lines. She wasn’t doing a perfect job of containing herself, because the hedgehog behind the register asked her what had her so happy looking.

“Ohh, nothing. I think I got myself a date.” she confessed rather immodestly.

The cashier raised an eyebrow, as if that warranted some concern. “Well, OK. I hope it goes well.”

“Thanks, me too.” Jeez, what was that look for? Bet he’s jealous. She gathered her bags into her cart and all but rushed them to her car where she loaded them into her trunk. She drove to Kick Back-n-Read and parked in front. As she stepped out of her car she realized that she was speed walking. She slowed down. Take it easy, she told herself. Act natural. 

The inside of Kick Back-n-Read was a rustic design, passing itself off as an old-timey library or bookshop. Rows of books sat in shelves separated by genre which was indicated by a metal sign dangling from the ceiling on two metal chains. Off to the side, away from all of the books, was the cafe, a slice of modernity within simulated nostalgia. Valerie took a seat at one of the metal tables. The cafe was sparsely populated by a few teens typing away at their laptops with their headphones on. That was good. Nobody had to hear the conversation she was about to have.

A few agonizing minutes passed with Valerie staring down the entrance, wondering each time if Stan was the one opening the door. Just as she was beginning to doubt he would come, that gargantuan frame of his came through the doorway. He ducked his head as he stepped inside, apparently out of habit. Seeing him stand nearby other people, Valerie could really appreciate his size. He was a full head and shoulder taller than everyone else, broader too. She guessed him at 6’8” or 6’9”. The moment he entered, everyone around him lifted their heads, almost in sync. His height was a spectacle, one that demanded and received attention. Few people had seen someone so big, thus they weren’t quite trained to disregard it when presented.

Valerie was able to do so, but for a far more licentious reason. There she was reassured of his bulge, one she hadn’t misjudged earlier. She could see from afar now, and was made certain of his enormity thanks to the people around him becoming distracted by it. She was still looking at it when he saw her and waved. She didn’t wave back, too concerned elsewhere. He walked over to the cafe. Valerie watched as his studly bulge came closer. God, don’t let it stop. Just let it just hit me right in the fac-

“Hey!”

She was yanked back to reality by Stan’s voice. His balls were only four feet away from her face, hovering right over the table, and she was staring directly at them. She shot upright in her chair and smiled up at him. “Hey!” she chirped casually. “Fancy seeing you here! What brings you?”

“A little birdy told me to come,” he quipped. “Thought to myself, ‘sure, why not.’” He pulled a chair and sat down in front of her. For a moment she was afraid that not even the metallic chair would hold his weight. It did, thankfully, and Stan sat back.

“Well, I’m glad you listened. Can I get you anything?”

He looked around and seemed to notice for the first time that he was at a cafe. “Oh! Well, let me get it.”

“No, no, no,” she said, getting up before him. She waltzed to his seat and laid a paw on his chest, right between his billboard pecs. “Tell me what you want, I’ll get it. Please.”

He looked down at her paw, then up at her. “OK,” he said calmly, sitting back. “Just a regular cup of coffee, black please.”

She patted his chest. God, it’s like tank armor. “You got it, big guy.” She got in line and made her order: a small cup of decaf for her, and a large americano for him. She wanted him to have an extra kick of caffeine in his system. That was a trick she learned in college when she was studying sales. People are more likely to say ‘yes’ when they’re energized, hence car salespeople always offer a cup of coffee for potential buyers. Whether it was a car or a woman, caffeine was always a good wingman. Her order arrived a few moments later and she carried it to their table. “Here you go!” she said, setting his tall cup of liquid energy in front of him.

“Thanks a bunch,” he said, then placidly took a sip. His ears shot upright as a buzz of energy zipped through his muscles. “Whoa! That’s something.”

“It is, isn’t it?” she said. She took a sip from her own cup, totally devoid of anything other than that muddy flavor she hated. She feigned her own buzz. “Whoo! That wakes you up.”

“You come here often?” he asked.

“Every day,” she lied. “I’m a bookworm. I love just sitting here and reading while the world passes on around me.”

“I can see why. It’s awfully nice here.” He looked around, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He certainly stood out, regardless of his huge size. The countrified clothes he wore weren’t anything like the chic outfits everyone around him were wearing. She leaned closer to him, trying to draw his attention. From his angle, he could stare right down the abyss of her cleavage. He took another sip of coffee, trying to appear nonchalant as he ogled her breasts. She just maintained her smile and flicked her tail behind her. She wanted him to look, and to know that she was more than OK with it. He eventually looked back up at her and smiled.

Good boy. “Well, I just brought you here because I thought I’d get to know you. You’re very interesting,” and huge. I can’t fucking wait to see you naked.

“Interesting, huh? Heh… ‘big’ is how most people put it.”

She giggled. “I bet. I would too.” She rested her paw on his forearm. It felt like the trunk of a small tree ran through with cords of steel wire. “How often do you work out?”

Stan hesitated. He stared at her paw for a moment. “Well, just about every day.” He sipped his coffee pensively. “Saturdays, like today, are my rest days. I have a gym at home. Work also helps.”

“I bet a big draft horse like you can carry just about everything,” she said whimsically as images of herself suspended in the air by his cock popped into her head.

“Mmm, just about.”

That was it, she was getting somewhere. The saying went, the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Valerie knew that was bullshit. The quickest way to a man’s heart was through his ego. Stroke it, caress it, inflate it, make it feel good. Tell them it’s OK to have it, and that they should be proud. That wouldn’t be hard to do with Stan. There was a whole lot of him to stroke. Valerie was forced to call upon a skill she hadn’t utilized since she married Balasz, wooing studs into bed with her. She was a bit rusty, of course; a decade of marriage meant she hadn’t surrounded herself with as many hunky boys as she had in school. Nonetheless, she was confident in herself. Boys were easy, after all. 

“Think you could lift me?” she asked, drifting her finger along a trench between two sinews of muscle.

“I sure could, but…” He pursed his lips. “Would your husband be OK with that?”

A boulder of dread metastasized in her belly. Fuck! How did he-? The glint on her finger reminded her. Her wedding band; it was still wrapped around the root of her finger. That’s why he had been so hesitant, that's why the cashier gave her that look. No wonder he isn’t following me home already. Fuck. She betrayed no emotion. She maintained the back and forth of her finger along his arm. “Oh, I’m certain he wouldn’t mind. He loves it when men toss me around.” Or at least I’m pretty sure he would. I certainly wouldn’t put it past him.

“O-oh, alright.” He clearly thought it was strange, but he seemed to relax. “When you say ‘toss around’, does that…? What does that mean?”

She lifted her chin and rubbed the underside of it with the top of her fingers. Her other paw splayed itself across his forearm and humped her palm against it. “What do you think it means?”

“Well… Uh…” He cleared his throat and checked to see if anyone was listening. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it meant you two were in a… open, kinda relationship.”

Valerie smiled. “That’s right.”

“Oh,” he said flatly. He fell silent for some time, reflecting on that. This was clearly his first time encountering anything like this. “You’ve been with other men before? With him, I mean.”

“Well, yes and no.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m what you’d call an E-girl, or at least that’s what some people call it. I have an OnlyFans, and a handful of subscribers. Boys pay to see me do things to myself, and they pay quite well.”

“Oh, wow. Does your husband… Is he in those videos?”

“His name is Balasz, he’s a shrew, and no, he is not. He’s my camera man. He helps me with everything. He’s the one who convinced me to do all of this.” Her leg kicked out beneath the table. The edge of her shoe brushed the inside of his ankle and elevated its way up his calf. He twitched a little, but did not resist. “We’ve always wanted to find a big strong man to star in a stream with us, a big strong man like you. I noticed you’re not just big and strong in the muscle department.” Her foot went higher still, tickling her toe along the seam of his pants leading into his thigh. 

Stan blushed. He took a sip of his coffee. He pulled his arm away from hers. For a frightening moment, she worried that he would push her away. Instead, he very gently cupped the underside of her calf. He pulled her foot closer until it pressed into the hefty mass of flesh that was his bulge. Instantly a buzz of arousal shot up her leg and into her groin. It was her turn to blush. “I get that a lot,” he said. “Not my fault I can’t hide it. I try my best.” His voice lowered. “Think you can take me? I’d hate to hurt a pretty husky like yourself.”

She dipped her toe deeper into that mighty blob of virility, swirling it around a testicle. “I’m a big girl,” she whispered. She pulled her phone out of her purse. She went through her gallery and laid the phone out on the table. On the screen was a top-down view of her on her paws and knees. It covered her from mid-back down to her ankles. Driven deep into her pussy was her equine dildo, the balls only inches away from her ass. “I can take it.”

Stan’s eyebrows lifted at the lewd image set before him. He flipped the phone over in case of prying eyes, but not without a smirk. Gone was the veneer of humble farm boy. The man in him was free, one Valerie had lured out. “We’ll see,” he said finally. Instantly Valerie’s tail bagan to wag. “You said you’re going to film it?”

She stopped her wagging. “Yes, I think we’ll stream it live. It’ll be a big surprise for my fans. Although, we don’t have to. We can have-”

“No,” he interrupted. Valerie’s heart plummeted. “That won’t be a problem. I’ve performed on camera before, weightlifting at least. I don’t think this will be an issue either.”

Her hopes returned in full. Her tail wagged hard, unstoppably. “I’m glad to hear it. You’re free for the rest of the day?”

“I don’t have to be back until 6.”

“Good. That gives us plenty of time.” She stood up and grabbed her coffee. They decided he would follow her home. They exchanged numbers and she sent him her address in case he got lost. The excitement was shared between both of them now, evident by the goofy grins they both wore. Neither of them were entirely sure what was happening was even real. Valerie’s doubts only increased when Stan stood up, showing off  that colossal bulge, so cruelly veiled by his pants. As she walked past him, she reached out and pinched his butt, making him jerk and chuckle. Oh yeah, he was real alright, and this was happening. Balasz was going to- 

She was halfway out the door when she came to a halt. Balasz. She totally forgot about him. She was so focused on Stan that she didn’t think about her husband. She speed walked to her car and got in the driver’s seat. She pulled out her phone and dialed him. Shitshitshit. I hope he can handle the late warning. It hardly concerned her whether he would say ‘yes’ to the whole idea or not. She considered it a given that he would.

He answered on the second ring. “Hello!” he chimed. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s great, baby. Is everything clean at home?” She clamped the phone between her cheek and shoulder, backing out of her parking space.

“Everything’s perfect!”

“Good. I’m bringing someone over.” she said quickly.

“Y-you are? OK! Who is it? Should I fix something for them?”

“It’s a horse I met. His name’s Stan. Get the camera set up. I want to stream us having sex.”

An appropriately long silence followed. “You… Wait. What?”

“Remember what we always say in my vids? How we wish a big horse could fuck me in front of you and in front of our fans?”

“Well, yes. But-”

“Well, I got one for us. He’s really sweet, really strong, and he’s got a huge fucking cock.” She looked out the rear window and saw a pickup truck behind her. Stan waved from the driver’s seat. She waved back. “We’re on our way now. Sorry for the late notice.”

“Ah… right. It’s OK.” She could tell by his panicked voice that it wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it. “So, ah… put the camera out? We’re doing a stream?”

“Yeah, baby, all of that. I want you to be in it too.”

“Me?” There was palpable fear in his voice.

“Yes, you. I want this one to be special. The three of us are gonna make something great, I promise.” She implemented her pouty voice. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

There was more silence. Though he didn’t speak, she could hear the clamor of doubt tumbling through his mind. Finally, he spoke. “Yes, Valerie. I can do that.”

Valerie smiled wide. “Thank you, Balasz. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he responded with a noted lack of enthusiasm.

She disconnected the call and tossed the phone into the passenger seat. With her tail thumping the center console the entire way, she drove home as fast as she legally could, checking her rear view mirror every two or three seconds to see if Stan was still behind her. He was everytime, and pulled into her driveway right after her. She got out and watched as his door opened. The moment his butt came off the seat the entire front side of his pickup lifted a few inches, making Valerie jump.

“Jesus, you’re enormous,” she purred.

“So you’ve told me.” He gazed up at the impressive house before him. “Damn, this is a helluva home you two got here. Being a pornstar pays for all this?”

“I wish. I’m not quite a ‘star’ just yet. My husband pays for all of this. He’s a banker.”

“Wow. Well, I can’t wait to meet the guy.”

The two of them walked to the front porch. Balasz was waiting for them and opened the door. “Hello!” he said.

“Hey!” Valerie chirped, walking up the steps to hug him. She kissed him and moved around to introduce him to Stan. The wooden steps of the porch screeched terribly as the 450lb draft horse walked up them. Balasz’s head lifted as he watched the beast come closer. His eyes went wide as he stood before him, an absolute unit of a horse, a living, breathing, tower of man. Valerie felt his intimidation, and laid a calm paw on his belly. “Balasz, this is Stan, the gentleman I was telling you about.”

Balasz tried to gulp, but a terrible welt had formed in his throat. He licked his lips and eeked a smile. “Hello… Nice to meet you.” He extended his paw.

Stan cocked an eyebrow. He seemed equally taken aback by the man in front of him, albeit for a very different reason. Much like how Balasz had never seen someone so big and strong, Stan had never been confronted by someone so frail and meager. He shook Balasz's paw. It was limp and clammy. “Nice to meet you too. Your wife tells me you’re her camera guy.” He maintained his grip on Balasz’s paw, shaking it continuously.

“Y-yes. That’s right.” He stared at where his paw was enshrouded by Stan’s hoof. He looked desperate to tear it free, though he wouldn’t dare to even if he had the strength.

“And you’ll be filming us today? Watching us?”

“Actually, Balasz was going to have a little cameo too,” Valerie said, rubbing Balasz’s belly. “Just for a little comparison. He’ll have his fun once you’re done with me.”

Stan nodded. “I see.” He let go finally. Balasz retracted his paw and held it to his chest as if it had been wounded.

“Well, let’s not dawdle out here,” Valerie said, sensing the tension. “How about we head inside and get things started?”

“Yeah, let’s get to it,” Stan said, walking past the couple and into their home as if it was his. Valerie eagerly followed, Balasz a bit slower. Stan stood in the foyer and admired the chandelier suspended above him. “Looks just as nice inside as out. You’re a wealthy man, aren’t you?”

Balasz was quiet for a moment, not realizing he was being spoken to. Valerie had to nudge him with her elbow. “Oh! Ah, yes. Haha, I am very lucky.”

Stan nodded, his gaze falling back down on Valerie. “I bet. So, is everything ready for us? Where are we headed?”

Valerie enjoyed his haste. Excitement was bubbling in her tummy. “Upstairs,” she said. “Everything is set up?” she asked Balasz. He nodded. “Good. Then let’s go there. Follow me~” She strode up the foyer steps, gliding her paw along the curved railing. Stan’s knotted tail flicked excitedly as he followed right behind her. Balasz came last, noticing how trained Stan’s eyes were on her haunches. She seemed to know it too, swaying her voluptuous hips as she walked. Her buttocks lifted and then fell with each step. Uneasy feelings quarreled within Balasz’s mind, ones filling him with doubt as well as arousal. He felt his cock getting hard already. He’d seen Stan’s enormous bulge. He wanted to see more.

They reached the master bedroom where Valerie opened the door for them. As ordered, Balasz had set up the camera on its tripod next to the laptop on its stand. Stan’s eyebrows lifted at the sight of it as he finally came to the conclusion that this was indeed really happening. That conclusion reached Balasz around the same time, albeit with a profound sense of dread. 

Valerie closed the door. She undid her bun, letting her jet-black hair fall onto her shoulders. “You alerted my subscribers?” she asked.

“Yes,” Balasz said. “We got a few comments saying they’ll watch.”

“Good. What did you tell them?”

“That you were doing a surprise stream today within the next few hours. I couldn’t tell them exactly when.”

“That’s OK. Put up a notice that we’re starting in five minutes.”

He nodded and went to the computer. “What do I do?” Stan asked.

“Well, first off, take off those nasty boots you’ve been dragging up and down my house. Then, if you’d be a doll, strip down to your underwear for me.”

“Sorry about that, yes ma’am.” He hopped out of his boots and carefully set them down by the wall. Then came his shirt. Valerie watched very, very closely. Balasz did too, though he kept his face pointed at the laptop screen. Stan’s t-shirt came off over his head, unveiling the topography of his trunk. It was a chiseled masterpiece, thrumming with venous muscles so starkly defined from the rest. His abs were six studs perfectly proportioned like an ice rack. His ribs stood out clearly until they were blanketed over by the explosive shroud of his arms, pecs, and shoulders. Every movement of his, no matter how simple, was marked by a sharp twitch of sinew. He caught the two of them watching and smiled. The good part was waiting. He slid off his belt which seemed redundant thanks to the oppressive girth of his package. Indeed, the moment he popped the button the zipper shot downwards, swinging open the flaps like the doors to a saloon. He shoved his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them.

The couple’s breathing deepened. Though still covered by a black pair of compression shorts, the true rotundity of Stan’s scrotum was on display now. The sheened fabric bowed around him as though it were smuggling something like a basketball. Very little was left to the imagination now. The company of Stan’s virile majesty filled the room with a heavy tension, one that thrilled Valerie and subdued Balasz.

Stan smiled at them and squeezed his nuts. “Like what you see?” They both nodded in tandem. “Just you wait.”

Valerie hardly could. She began undressing where she stood, peeling off her clothes as if her life depended on it. As soon as her underwear were off she gave a relieved sigh. Her cunt felt like it had been in a vice the whole day, or at least since Stan bumped into her. Already her lips were parted open, exhaling a moisture even greater than the one she gave that morning.

Balasz’s heart was in a frenzy. He’d seen his wife unveil herself for other men so many times, but never for one in the flesh, and certainly not for one as absurdly robust as Stan. He watched Stan’s gaze run itself up and down her figure, devouring every inch of her. He saw the not-so-subtle budge of his cock as it began its way out of his sheath, pushing his shorts forward so much that the waistband began to rise off of him. He also saw the erratic wag of his wife’s tail, both from the emergence of his cock and the way he admired her. There burned between them a bodily passion Balasz had never witnessed before, a passion he had little to no part in.

The soon-to-be lovers continued their mutual appraisal until Balasz spoke. “Ehm… The stream is ready. There are a few people waiting.”

“Oh! Let me get ready then.” Valerie said. She checked the camera set up before picking up the tripod and backing it away from the bed. “I want to start on the floor in the beginning. I’ll kneel right here-” She pointed at the floor just in front of the foot of the bed. “-and you two will come from the sides and we’ll do a size comparison.” Balasz inhaled sharply. Valerie noticed but ignored him. “Then Balasz will take the camera, and then… Well… I guess we’ll go from there.”

Stan nodded, confidence written on his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

Balasz cleared his throat. “Yeah… Let’s do it.”

“Good,” Valerie declared. She took a deep breath. Very little had been planned, nothing was rehearsed. Her only hope now was that the two men in the room with her would perform. A small part of her worried that she might mess up somehow, but she brushed it aside. There was no turning back now, not after how horny she had become.

She knelt in front of the camera and shifted into her usual position: shoulders slumped, thighs spread, chest out. She noticed Balasz was still in his clothing. She snapped her fingers at him. “Baby, take your clothes off. Leave your underwear. Come on.”

Balasz hesitated. His lips quivered under the weight of his anxiety, outweighed only by the desire to please his wife and the morbid curiosity to see her fucked in front of him. He stripped down to his tighty-whities. There was a bulge there too, though it resembled nothing more than a measly hackysack topped off by a tiny prick. Stan actually scoffed when he saw it, both intensifying Balasz’s blush and his erection. He crossed his arms over his man-tits.

Valerie took a deep breath. “Are you two ready?” she asked. They both nodded. “Alright. Good. Balasz, baby? Would you do us the honor?”

Balasz waddled up to the laptop, his head hung low. With a few clicks, the stream was live. In the stream’s chat, the men who had been waiting since Balasz’s alert rejoiced. “here we go!” “alright” “yes!!!” “Lovely to finally see you, momma.” Valerie could see their messages. She smiled knowing that there was going to be an audience much bigger than just her husband. “Hello everyone,” she said in a sultry tone. “I’m glad you could make it today. I’m very sorry for the short notice, but something special happened today. Mommy ran into somebody special who she wants to introduce to everyone. Hubby’s here too, of course, and he’ll be watching with you.”

Chat erupted. “WAAAAAAT” “oh shit!” “yoooooooooo” “Oh! I can’t wait to see what you have for us!” Valerie laughed. “I promise you, you’ll all enjoy it. But first, I think it’s time we showed our dear hubby to you all.” She looked over to Balasz and waved him over. “Come on, baby.” Balasz cringed, but eventually accepted his fate and stepped in front of the camera, beside Valerie. His face was mercifully cut off by the top of the frame. Everything below wasn’t so lucky. For the first time Valerie’s fans saw the man behind the camera, a feeble sack of potatoes if there ever was one. With his gut and flabby man-tits hanging out and his titey-whities hung loosely around his waist, he met the abysmal expectations set by Valerie’s frequent descriptions. For some fans, he fell way below. “haha there he is” “dang is that really him?” “wow.” “Oh my. You can do an awful lot better than him, momma!” 

“Now, now,” Valerie tutted, rubbing her husband’s belly. “Hubby takes care of me. Without him, none of this would be possible. I love him very much.” Balasz had read their comments and felt their sting. His heart pounded and his throat tightened. Thankfully the rub of Valerie’s paw and her coming to his defense soothed the agony. That stopped once her paws drifted down to his underwear. “Now, as you all may know, hubby isn’t the most endowed gentleman in the world, but like I said…” She clawed her fingers underneath the waistband and slid them down to his knees. “Hubby takes care of me.” There it was, that insolent excuse of manhood sticking its way out of his crotch. It was at full staff, hard as a rock, yet failed to reach past the outer limit of his pubes. Balasz’s face was on fire. His breathing became erratic, almost hyperventilating. There was one camera aiming in his direction, but he felt with it hundreds of eyes feasting on his drastic shortcoming. “YOOOOOOOOOOO” “HOLY SHIT” “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Unbelievable! Look at how tiny it is! You married this man?” 

She did, and now she was holding his tiny fruit in her fingers as if she was balancing a pencil. “I wasn’t kidding when I said he was small,” she said. She looked at his cock with exaggerated pity. “I’ve been dealing with this for over a decade now. Not quite what you’d call ‘impressive’, is it?” She took her thumb and index finger and stroked his prick. He bit his lip and whimpered. If he hadn’t cum twice that morning already it would’ve been game over. “That’s why momma has her toys, and so many of you guys to watch.” She smirked at the camera. “But today’s different. Momma won’t need any toys. We made a new friend.” She waved Stan over.

He strode forward, his heavy footfalls rumbling the camera on its stand. He stood right next to her, his titanic bulge hanging casually in front. She actually made him step back a hair so that it wouldn’t hide her face. “And here we have our bull, a big, strong workhorse I had the pleasure of bumping into at the grocery store.” She rubbed his lower back while looking up at him. He smiled down at her, more than pleased to be there. Balasz was trapped where he was, held in place by Valerie’s fingers on his cock. The two men were separated by her yet also brought together. Two extremes of athleticism, one for each end, balanced in the center by a seductive woman who played them both like fiddles. Common sense made Balasz want to leave, but Valerie’s hold on him, both physical and emotional, kept him planted. Besides, Stan’s underwear was still on. He wanted to be there when they weren’t.

Chat, meanwhile, expressed their praise. “goddam😳😳😳😳” “holy shit” “that’s gotta be fake” “Are you really going to try and put that monstrosity inside of you?” Stan was reading the chat. Plenty of women had told him how much they admired his cock, but coming from people he was all but sure were men gave him an even greater boost in confidence. He pet the back of Velerie’s head, stroking her hair. It was a small gesture of thanks for bringing him there. Balasz briefly considered doing the same, but didn’t dare touch her while he did.

“Yes, this is my new friend. He’s quite the man, isn’t he?” She let go of Balasz penis. Just in time too; he was on the brink. She cupped both of Stan’s orbs in her palms. They were impossibly heavy. She whispered her paws up and down that miraculous mound, already on the brink of tearing thanks to his emergent horse cock. The bulge was there for everyone to see, but the continued presence of his shorts kept hidden the proof that it was real. Valerie ended all doubts when she finally peeled him free of those imprisoning shorts, gliding them down to his ankles.

Valerie and Balasz had been given a good idea of how big Stan was. In person, they could more accurately guesstimate just how much he was packing. What they had in their minds still fell short of what came flopping forward. Stan’s penis was what every adolescent mind had exaggerated horse cocks into: overzealously proportioned breeding tools dwarfing anything else. It was a stereotype many horses found flattering yet offensive, as so few of them really waged such massive phalluses. Stan did, and then some. His cock hung forward like an arm draped over a table by its shoulder. Laced along its length were barbarically thick veins working overtime to make him erect. His scrotum was totally free as well, inflating into its God-given enormity. Valerie removing his shorts didn’t prove that his size was real. It only further suspended their belief.

The Turos’ eyes went wide. Neither of them were ready. Stan held his arms akimbo, not in the least surprised by their reactions. It was, in fact, very tame. Some women ran, some women gasped, some of them outright had no idea what to do with it. Altogether, Valerie was handling it very well.

Balasz wasn’t so in control. His penis visibly retracted into his sheath halfway like a startled eel. He was nearly thrown into fight-or-flight mode. Stan’s cock had a presence like a king or a predator, one that demanded respect. It was only wise for Balasz’s humble pecker to bow down in reverence. Its mere existence seemed to insult Stan’s.

Valerie held the monster aloft in her paws. She was still speechless, unlike Chat. “jesus” “wow” “damn. hes a real horse!” “I’m inclined to doubt that that thing is real.” The gradual stiffening in her grasp proved otherwise. By some miracle the thing got bigger as more blood rushed into it, egged on by her delicate touch. It was soon at its apex, a monstrous scepter of reproduction pushing towards hyperbole. It stretched its way from his crotch all the way past Valerie, inches away from Balasz, who could feel the heat emanating from its tip. An icy drill of dread stuck itself down his throat as he saw a bead of precum form from the slit. His nose wrinkled at the smell, earthy and abundant. 

Valerie spent time feeling it up, memorizing every individual bump and nudge. The room was silent, spare the soft whisper of her paws stroking themselves along Stan’s shaft. She saw the camera watching her and remembered that she was streaming. Giant dicks tended to be good distractions. “W-well! As you can see…” She gulped. “Our bull here is quite the man, although I would expect no less from a big, studly horse such as him.” She patted his abs. “I think momma… Mmf… I think momma’s gonna need some help with this one.” Stan snorted. Valerie was one of the first women willing to admit it. “Hubby? Would you fetch us some lube, please? We wanna make our bull nice and wet before we put it inside momma.”

Eager to be offscreen, if just for a moment, Balasz hustled off and returned with a lavender bottle of lubricant. He gave it to her. “Thanks, hubby.” Balasz made to turn and move away, but she hooked her paw around the underside of his knee. He wasn’t going anywhere, not before she let him. She popped the bottle open and squirted a healthy glob of purple goop into her palm. She put the bottle down and smeared the lube across her palms. She grasped Stan’s cock and began lathering it from head to hilt. Stan whooed! at the tingly sensation. Even as she held it tight, rubbing it up and down, she experienced a severe disconnect. There’s no way. What I’m looking at is some sort of trick. The continuous pulse of his member assured her that it was not. Balasz was beginning to accept the truth too with some reluctant excitement. It was exhilarating watching his wife pay so much attention to another man’s cock, one so big and proud. His own peen reintroduced itself to the outside, too excited to stay hidden.

Stan’s cock was coated, and Valerie wiped her paws clean off of her thighs. “There!” she proclaimed. “That’ll make things easier… at least.” She winked at the camera. Everyone in the chat said the same thing: Good luck. “Hubby, would you grab the camera for us?” Balasz rushed to obey. He didn’t know it, so lost in the moment, but he wasn’t camera shy anymore. He moved so quickly because he was ready for the next step, something he had been for a very, very long time. He took the camera off of its tripod and kept it focused on Valerie. Initially he kept Stan’s face out of frame, but Stan gestured with his fingers to bring it up. He felt no shame in what he was doing. Balasz included his visage too, for all of Valerie’s horny fans to see. None of them would recognize him, but from then on more people would remember him as the horse who fucked OneSpoiledWife in front of her husband, a feat far more impressive than being the state’s strongest man. 

Valerie stood up and leaned into his frontside, straddling his cock between her thighs. Stan’s massive hoof reached down her back and squeezed her buttock. Her tail wagged as he kneaded her firm, round flesh, parting it from the other cheek and showing off her pink star. She murred and reached her face up to his for a kiss. He obliged kindly, slithering his dominant tongue onto hers. She submitted, laying her paws on his tremendous pecs and scratching them. Balasz was beyond excited. His cock was already leaking a watery dose of precum. Still, he had a job to do. He closed the camera in on her ass, currently being groped and massaged. There was Stan’s cock, planted between her thighs and continuing on for several more inches beyond. He panned the camera along its length starting from the tip which leaked a far more serious amount. He came back to her ass and lifted the camera up her back and to her head. He came around to their faces. He captured their lips smacking one another. Valerie’s cheeks bulged and writhed around Stan’s invasive tongue. The heat shared between their mouths seemed to drift its way to Balasz’s face.

Valerie creaked an eye open and saw him filming. She came off of Stan’s tongue which was fully extended from his lips. She breathed a sigh and looked into the camera. “He’s a very good kisser,” she purred. “So strong… I can feel every one of his muscles move. I can feel something else too.” She looked down at the huge cock trapped between her thighs. Balasz pointed the camera at it. Her pussy lips sat along the top, leaking her juices into the froth of lube. She grinded against him, further escalating her arousal. She moaned her first, feeling the proximity of Stan’s cock as if it was inside her already. Stan took his paw and fondled her breast. His thumb tracked circles around her nipple, causing her to swoon. “Ohh…” Stan pressed his snout into the soft of her neck, kissing and nibbling her. Valerie whimpered with delight, feeling as though she could cum just like that if she wanted to.

She didn’t, though, not that easily. “Mmmm, baby…” Both men looked up, assuming she was addressing them. “Carry me to the bed.” That meant Stan, not Balasz, who couldn’t dream of carrying her. Balasz didn’t mind. He wanted a display of Stan’s strength. He got it when Stan very casually grabbed Valerie by her midriff and hoisted her onto his shoulder like a sack of wheat. “Whoo!” she chirped, pleasantly surprised by his power. She hung on his shoulder by her waist, dangling head first down his back. Stan waltzed to the bed. Balasz was close behind, capturing the pump of his sequoian legs and the grind of his buttocks. Valerie grinned like an idiot and gave the camera a cute finger wave before Stan tossed her over his shoulder and onto the bed. She landed on her butt and lazily toppled over onto her back. Balasz came over to film her on her back, knees bent, legs spread. Her cunt was rudely splayed open, begging to be filled by that stallion’s epic cock.

Her knight came, slowly climbing onto the bed by his knees. The bed frame creaked loudly beneath him, threatening to collapse under his immense weight. His horse cock jutted from his loins in all of its glory, carrying an aura worthy of any praise it received. He knelt beneath her legs, his magnificent pillar hovering above her cunt. Her toes curled in anticipation. Every muscle in her core tightened. 

“Are you sure about this?” Stan asked.

Valerie reached down and touched him. Her fingertips squished into the lube smeared all over it. She nodded finally. “I am,” she declared. “Give it to me~.” Balasz felt her anxiety. He was so proud of her.

“Alright then. Here it comes.” Stan grabbed her hips and lifted them into the air. He lurched his hips back until the head of his cock was before her cunt. He pulled her towards him, and their intimates collided.

“Ahh~” Valerie gasped. Every muscle in her jerked in unison. Again she felt like she was already being penetrated. Her tummy rapidly sucked in and out as she panted. Already she was afraid that it would be too much. Balasz clung to the camera tight, cheering her on in his head. The contact of Stan’s fat tip against her vulva threw it into a quivering frenzy. It bled pure liquid desire, dripping down his glans and onto the comforter. It wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon. She needed him to fuck her. Now.

Stan pressed his hips forward. His hooves remained clamped on her hips to keep her anchored. Her cunt caved in on his approach. Very slowly her fat lips distended around his piston. “Huhhh! Oh fuck!” Her back threw into an arch. She reached back and clutched the sheet flanking her head, her elbows pointed up at the ceiling. Stan hadn’t even begun to fuck her, yet there was already a struggle. He pushed on, pulling her onto his cock until finally the tip was enveloped with a quick schwip of her cunt. Her agonized grunts and expression made clear that it wasn’t easy. Balasz winced for her, briefly considering asking Stan if he could pull out, or at least take it easy. Stopping him was Valerie’s sudden grasp of Stan’s cock. “Come on…” she huffed through gritted teeth. “More. Give me more.” Both men looked at each other. Quite the woman you got here, Stan’s smirk said. Balasz smiled modestly. I know.

Stan obliged her, furthering himself down into her squelching cavity. Valerie whimpered and whined, but managed herself well. It hurt a lot, but piercing through the tumultuous storm of pain was a bright rainbow of pleasure. Soon the storm was dissipating, and all that was left was a brilliant array of colors shooting through her like nothing else had. Her whimpers very quickly transitioned into frantic moans. Her jaw hung open, letting loose noises she couldn’t control. Stan took that as a go-ahead and continued on until she physically could not accept anymore. Running up from her terribly stretched vulva all the way to her navel was a fat bulge where Stan’s cock was. He wasn’t even halfway inside of her.

None of them saw it, but the chat applauded her. “holy shit that’s awesome!” “good girl!” “theres no fuckin way” “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, momma! Cum on his cock like you never could on hubby’s!” Stan started working on that, drawing back his cock then thrusting it forward. He went slow and steady, making sure not to hurt her. He didn’t have to worry too much, as Velerie was in heaven. “Huhhh! Ohhhh!!! Oh God… Oh God… Fuck!” She watched in disbelief as that awesome cock slid in and out of her with such ease. She felt like she was floating in his grasp while everything below her waist was all but numbed by the pleasure. 

Balasz focused the camera on their intertwined genitals before he explored elsewhere. He recorded Valerie’s contorted face, her bouncing breasts, and her curling toes. He moved the camera to Stan, whose nostrils flared with each pant that beat through them. He was hardly exerting a fraction of his potential, one Balasz was eager to see unleashed. His free paw went down to his thigh and clutched the fur so tightly that it shook. He fought the urge to touch himself. He knew he wouldn’t last long if he did.

A few minutes passed before Stan asked if she wanted to cum like this or in another position. “Mmmmm… Let me… Huhhh… Let me ride it… Ohh~” Stan came to a halt and pulled out, leaving her cunt a discordant O. As she collected herself, Stan laid on his back and pointed his cock upwards. Valerie got on her knees, if a bit wobbly, and waddled over to him. She gripped his manly column and teased it with her fingers. “God,” she whispered to herself. She kissed its tip, tasting his musty precum and her pussy juices. Her nose stung with the sweltering aroma of lube and his musk. It was intoxicating. She kissed and licked up and down the underside of his shaft. She wasn’t going to try and fit it in her mouth, but she did occasionally dip her tongue into its slit. She came down once more and dove her snout into the soft flesh between his balls. Sniiiifffffffffff “Uhhhhh~” she groaned. His odor, so masculine and outdoorsy, was far more prevalent than every other smell. It inflated her lungs and simmered across every fiber and orifice. She wriggled her snout deeper into his ballsack until it was totally enshrouded. She savored both its aroma and kind softness. By the time she was done she was drunk, a sleazy look on her face. She gave his tip one last kiss before standing up and hovering her ass over it.

He bent his knees for her to hold on to. She did, then grazed her pillowy backside against his cock. “Mmm,” she murred. She swung her ass in a womanly circle, twirling his dick with it. She looked back over her shoulder and Saw her husband watching. She spared him a wink. “Like watching me get fucked by this big cock, hubby?” Balasz came dangerously close to saying “yes” outloud. He saved himself and nodded the camera. “I can tell. His cock is so big. I love it so much. Do you want me to cum on it?” The camera nodded. Chat agreed. “Good. Momma’s going to.” She planted her cunt on the tip and settled her weight. With another pop of flesh she was around it. She hissed at first, but soon found herself cooing nicely as she slithered her velvet embrace down his obelisk. Her head lurched back as a moan gurgled up from her belly. Stan massaged her midriff, then her breasts. Balasz got off the bed and came around to their side to capture them in profile. Just then Valerie began riding him full force, lifting herself with a backwards toss of her rump followed by a quick descent accompanied by a vicious forward hump. Balasz was amazed by her deftness. Just moments ago she had struggled on Stan’s girth. Now she seemed to want more. She gave herself more, managing more and more of his length into her pussy. She shouted wildly. “Huhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh my Gooooood! Fuck! Ahhh~!”

Stan’s hooves fondled her jiggling breasts. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Oh God, yes!!!” she wailed. “God this cock is so fucking good! Huhhh!!!” She went on and on, soon losing herself in a frenzy of rises and falls. It wasn’t long before the inevitable approached. Her impending climax inflated inside of her like a balloon ready to explode. “Ohh! Ohh! I’m… Huhh! I’m gonna cum! I’m so fucking close!” Balasz’s eyes went wide. He could hardly believe what was happening. Valerie, his wife, was about to cum on another man’s cock. He’d never heard her voice so shrill and desperate, not even when she used her biggest and kinkiest toys. Was this what a woman sounded like on the brink of an orgasm delivered by another man? It was so alien, so unfamiliar, so beautiful. He was so happy for her. Stan was far more casual about it. He hastened her climax by thumbing her nipples, further pouring air into the now oversized balloon. 

Then it popped.

“HUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUEEEGGGHHHHUUUUUUUUuuuuuhhhhhhhh~~~!!!” That was Valerie’s first real orgasm in years, one that had been too long trapped inside of her, one that needed to be set free. Stan had torn off its chains and done just that. It rampaged through her body, bucking and kicking like mad. Her body spasmed uncontrollably while her cunt gushed cream onto Stan’s cock. If it hadn’t been for his knees, she would’ve collapsed off of him.

“There we go, baby,” Stan said. “Good girl, good girl.”

Valerie smiled in between having her lips form a fat O of ecstacy. So much delight, so much emotion. She was unsure if she’d ever recover from such bodily reverie. Her orgasm soon ended. Her legs trembled and she was panting hard. Stan helped her by lifting her off of him and laying her on his chest. 

“How was that?” he asked, kissing her cheeks.

Valerie laughed. “Oh God… That was so fucking good. I haven’t cum like that in years… Maybe never… Definitely not since I got married.” She started kissing him back. Balasz was off to the side, fighting off tears and wiping them away as soon as they appeared. The jealousy he felt was awful, settling in his gut like a stubborn urchin, but that’s not why he wept. What he’d witnessed was something so beautiful that it had flooded him with feelings he didn’t know he had. It was incredible joy for his wife intermixed with bitter failure. All of that, and it was so fucking hot. He couldn’t help it anymore. He reached down and began stroking his cock. In a brief lapse of judgment, he actually pointed the camera down and captured himself doing it. He looked so pathetic, but he couldn’t stop. Chat was enjoying his weakness. “lol  stroke that little dick cuck” “i hope he enjoys it caus thats all he gets to do cuck” “weak beta cuck” “Wow. What a cuck.” 

Oblivious to their insults, Balasz brought the camera back to the two lovers. They were making out with her on top of him. Her tail wagged incessantly. She broke off and sighed on his lips. “God, I want you to fuck me forever.”

“Me too,” he murred.

“I want you to fuck me to death. I want you to fill me with your horse cum.”

“I can do that.”

Valerie grinned. “Good.” She looked over at Balasz and caught him masturbating. “Aww, does daddy want momma to get horse cum in her pussy?” 

The camera nodded.

“Does daddy want to see momma cum on his cock again?”

The camera and the shrew behind it nodded.

“Is daddy gonna make cummies when that happens?”

The camera stayed still. “Yes,” whispered Balasz for everyone to hear.

Valerie smiled, appreciating for a moment just how much she loved him. “Good boy~.” She looked at Stan. “I’ll get on my knees. Fuck me from behind. If I cum, don’t stop. I want you to fuck me until you cum. Don’t hold back.”

Stan snorted a laugh. He wasn’t used to such direct commands. He liked it. “Yes ma’am.” Stan sat up and she climbed off of him. She turned around and fell onto her paws and knees. She looked back at him saucily and waggled her ass. Her ravaged cunt oozed cream.

“Come here and fuck me, big boy~.”

“Heh, yes ma’am.” He got onto his knees and positioned himself behind her.Stan massaged her rump some more. He gave her a light spank, sending one haunch into a heavy wobble.

“Ooh~!” she chirped, enjoying it. She backed herself onto his cock, reaching backwards and aiming it onto her cunt. She rolled her hips some more before pushing back further and once again swallowing the tip. “Ooh~...” She let go of him and continued going back, beginning her own exercise of impaling herself. She went slow this time, making sure to savor it. She moaned softly. “Yes… Mmm, baby… Yes… Yes… Ohh…” Stan politely remained still, his hooves on his hips. He looked over and saw Balasz filming with one paw on his penis. Balasz froze for a moment as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. Stan just sneered and shook his head. The weight of shame grew on Balasz, but he did not stop masturbating. He couldn’t if he tried.

Valerie was oblivious to it all, managing herself back and forth along Stan’s shaft. She eventually slowed to a halt and looked back at him, a pitiful look on her face. “F-fuh… You gotta fuck me… Make me cum… Cum inside me… God… I want it so bad.”

Stan chuckled. “You got it, sweetheart.” He grabbed her hips obeyed. His tempo was smooth and steady, but carried more umph now. He was on a mission: please this sexy woman the way she deserved it, which in any way was far better than what her frail, cuck husband could ever do. Valerie’s moans grew louder and Balasz’s strokes grew faster. The wet schup-schup of Stan’s cock plowing her cunt echoed with each thrust. Balasz stepped up to the bed and kneeled down, aiming the camera up at her pussy. Stan’s cock vanished inside of her to a great length, seemingly going deeper and deeper each time.

“Uhhhhh fuck! Ohhh God! Yes! Ohhh! Ahhhhh fuck me!” Through the blinding fog of ecstacy Valerie could feel Stan’s muscles at work. She felt the crunch of abs, the squeeze of his hooves, and the clench of his buttocks. So powerful. There was nothing her husband could’ve done to stop him. She approved of that. She never wanted it to end, and neither did Balasz.

It wasn’t long until another climax was on its way. “Ohhh fuck! I’m cumming I’m cumming! Huhhh!! Oh God! Yes… Yes… Yes!!!” She came again, moaning loudly in a throaty gurgle that would’ve stopped once her orgasm did. Only Stan wouldn’t let it. He hardly broke his cadence when he felt her cunt squeeze around him and release yet another dose of her cream. He kept fucking her, extending her orgasm and with it her very unladylike moan. Stan grabbed her shoulders and applied his weight into his thrusts, going even deeper and faster. The bed creaked and groaned dramatically, though it was covered by Valerie’s deafening howls. 

She came again, and again, and again. Soon her consciousness was lost in an endless cycle of orgasms so intense that she thought she would faint. Stan smiled boastfully. “Yeeeaaah, that’s right, pretty little husky.” he said in his country drawl. “Cum on that cock for me! Show him how a real lady’s supposed to cum! Tell him what a real man’s cock feels like!”

“Ohhhhhh hubbyyyyyyyyy…” she squealed. “It’s so fucking gooooooood… Oh my Goooooooood… His cock is amaziiiiiiinnnng…”

“Y-you like taking that cock, baby?” Balasz asked. He had to speak up so she could hear him. He no longer cared about what the chat knew or thought about him.

“Yeeeeeessssss….”

“Good… Good girl…”

“Yeeeaaah,” Stan said. “Good girl.” He looked over at Balasz and shot him a wink. Your wife’s pussy is mine now, buddy. Balasz just looked away.

The minutes ticked past with more orgasms and many more thrusts. Balasz captured every one from every possible angle, getting as close and as personal as he felt he was allowed. He happened to be kneeling in front of them with them both in frame when he saw Stan’s face bunch up.

“Whooo… Aw shit… Yup. I’m close… Ahhh… I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Baby, cum inside of me. Oh fucking God. I want it so bad. I want it so fucking bad!”

Balasz went into a panic. He needed a place to shoot this epic moment. But where!? He finally hopped off the bed and stood by its corner, aiming at Stan’s backside from an angle. Here he could see his tremendous balls swinging, his buttocks flexing, and Valerie’s cunt ready to be filled. Balasz’s self-pleasuring sped up. He was close too. He knew the moment Stan unleashed his load, so would he.

That moment came so abruptly and with such violence that it made Balasz jump. “HHHHHHHHHHRRRRNNNNNGGHHHHHHHH~~~!!!” Stan’s hips slammed home in one bombastic thrust as his cock finally relinquished its seed. Every muscle of his flexed in one jarring burst, sending a pulse through the air like a shockwave. He threw his head back, grunting triumphantly through his snarling teeth and flared nostrils. Blowing out of his now flared cock was a deluge of his seed, thick and heavy like batter. It came in giant spurts, each one accompanied by a throb of his shaft and a twitch of his balls.

Even after the many she had already experienced, Valerie suffered through yet another brilliant climax, one that somehow dwarfed the rest. Her eyes rolled and her tongue drooped from her gaping maw, dripping saliva. Her abdomen distended as her womb was bloated with horse seed, making it look as though she was pregnant. Within that tsunami of reproductive nectar was Stan’s reproductive armada, already making quick work to bless her with his foals. Both Valerie and Stan could feel it happening inside of her, Valerie most intimately. There was no stopping Stan’s breeding power.

As Balasz predicted, the sudden impact of Stan’s orgasm triggered his own. He whimpered shrilly as his tiny cock spat out a string of cum, thin and watery. The emotional impact of his seeing wife bred so viciously was both a sledgehammer of jealousy onto his heart as well as the most wonderful grace of pleasure to his loins. His body jiggled where he felt it the most: in his penis, deep through his buttocks, and around his thighs. Soon his wasteful excuse for a load dribbled to a halt, and his dick retracted into him, far too afraid to show itself any more than it needed to.

Stan growled through his nose with each breath. A light sweat had broken out across his fur. The bedroom absolutely reeked of him, most notably of his cum. Valerie was out of it completely, muttering incoherently with the side of her face slumped onto the mattress. Balasz struggled to maintain his footing and keep the camera trained on the bed.

Stan pulled out. The bulbous flare at its tip gaped her vulva as it came out with an audible puhlp. Her cunt gushed like a punctured milk carton. Stan’s cum puddled between her legs, both from the flood coming out of her and his penis. “Whoo…” Stan huffed, stroking his cock to bring out even more. “That was fucking amazing… Goddamn…” He looked over at Balasz and saw the comparatively teeny mess he had made. “Heh… I’m glad you liked it too, buddy. I know she did.”

Valerie groaned and slumped over onto her side. She rubbed her paw beneath her navel where she felt a tremendous void left behind by Stan’s penis. As filling as his cum was, it hadn’t the awesome density his cock did. “God… So fucking much…” She hummed contently as her tail beat against the comforter, now absolutely ruined. “Thank you, baby. That was fucking amazing.”

“My pleasure, sweet heart.” He flopped her onto her back and leaned forward to kiss her. Balasz got up close in spite of the intense nausea generated by the smell. Valerie looked over at him. “Did hubby like that?” Balasz nodded the camera. With post-nut clarity hitting him hard, he was less willing to speak. “Mmm, and did hubby make cummies?” Balasz pointed the camera at the whips of white on the hardwood floor. “Aww, good boy.” She gently pushed Stan off of her and sat up. It took a few scoots due to her rubbery legs, but she shifted over so her legs dangled off the edge of the bed. Balasz focused the camera on her cunt, now a gaping cavern of battered flesh inundated with white guck. She reached into the filth and fingered herself.
“He came a lot, didn’t he?” The camera nodded. “Yeah, he sure did. Mommy can feel it all up and down her pussy. Oh God… It’s so good.” She scooped some up with her finger and dipped it into her lips. It tasted awful, like fleshy metal, but it still buzzed delight down her gullet and into her tummy. “Mmmm.” She popped her finger out and looked at Balasz. She grinned deviously. “Does hubby want to clean this up for momma?” Balasz froze. His eyes broadened into saucers. He had trouble fully processing what she had asked. She repeated herself. “Is hubby gonna clean this up? There’s so much,” she pouted. “It’s so dirty. Doesn’t hubby want momma to be clean?”

He certainly did. Seeing her womanhood so burdened with another man’s seed was revolting. He wanted her to be his again. But was he willing to do what she was asking of him? Chat made their opinion clear. “fucking do it cuck” “she asked you to lick it up. now lick it up.” “eat your bull’s cum and like it you cuck. youre supposed to.” “Momma wants you to clean her, hubby. You better do it if you love her.” 

Balasz continued to hesitate, until finally Stan forced his hand by getting off the bed and plucking the camera out of his paw. Stan stood back and recorded the cowering shrew. “Go on now,” he said. “You heard the lady. Clean her up.” Balasz shivered in fear, hunkering his shoulders from Stan’s withering demand. He looked into the abyss of Valerie’s cunt, an atrocity of sexual aftermath. He hated the idea of getting anywhere near it. What he hated more, however, was leaving it like that. His wife asked him to do something for her. He was her husband. He had to do it.

He closed his eyes and gulped, resigning himself to the grisly task at hand. He stepped up to the bed, between her legs. He lifted them up and held underneath her thighs. His nose was wrenched back into his snout like an accordion. The smell was terrible. Shaking like a leaf, he gulped one last time and dove his snout into her crotch. His lips touched hers and immediately contorted with disgust. He stifled a wretch, then stuck his tongue into her pussy. “Unnnhhh…” he groaned. He very reluctantly lapped up Stan’s cum , swimming his tongue in as deep as it could go. He swallowed every bit he could, the rest dribbling its way down his chin with his saliva.

Valerie moaned and massaged his scalp. “Oh hubby… That’s it… Ohhh… Mommy likes that… Mmm…” She laid back on the mattress and closed her eyes, almost falling asleep among the rapture her husband was delivering. It wasn’t quite the explosive pleasure Stan’s cock had delivered, but it was still really, really sweet. She loved him so much. “That’s it… That’s my sweet, sweet hubby… Ohhh…” Balasz grew accustomed to the taste, awful as it was. Soon that submissive part of his mind was telling him to enjoy it, to be grateful that he was pleasing his wife in some way, and that he was allowed to taste Stan’s almighty seed. His arousal flared up again. His cheeks burned as hot as the cum squelching around them. His baby cock made a reappearance, aching as it was. He mushed his face in deeper, wanting more, and getting it. He whimpered and moaned into the folds of her abused cunt, no longer out of fear or humiliation, but with pure, unabashed joy.

Stan stood by capturing the moment, unsure how to feel. There was the uplifting feeling of watching another man drown in his orgasm because his wife made him. There was also the intense apathy towards someone so weak and submissive. Either way, he found it oddly precious how devoted Balasz was to her and how much she apparently appreciated him. Just watching them made him become erect again.

Soon Balasz cleaned out the last morsel of cum and came up from her pussy with a deep gasp for air. His entire snout was smeared in guck, sopped into his fur and dripping from his whiskers. His eyes were bloodshot like a madman’s. He wished there was more.

Valerie reached out and caressed his face. “Mmm, did hubby like that?”

“Uhhh… Uhhh… Yes momma…”

“Good boy. You did a good job.” She sat up and helped him to his feet. She kissed him deeply and licked his face clean. He could hardly return the favor, too worn out from his recent meal. Stan, unwilling to be left out, got closer to them, breaching their personal space with his monumental cock. They stopped kissing and looked down at it.

“Pardon me if I’m interrupting,” he said politely. “But I ain’t about to be the cameraman forever, and I sure as hell ain’t done with you, pretty husky.” Valerie grinned, enamored by his assertiveness. Balasz wisely stepped away from her and held his paws out for the camera. Stan gave it to him, and he gladly resumed his cameraman duties. Stan stepped between him and Valerie, ready to continue his role as the real man. His flared horse cock jutted towards her, reestablishing itself as the only thing deserving her attention. “Well, momma,” he said playfully. “Shall we continue?”

Valerie touched the huge cock in front of her, worshiping it like a deity she had only recently come to accept and believe in. Appropriate, considering how long she had yearned for something so divinely satisfying in her life. “Yes sir~.” she purred.

The next half-hour saw the two lovers going at it, albeit now with a selective torpor. With much of their energies exhausted from their previous romp, they focused more on lasting pleasures, savoring the journey, not the destination. Valerie rode him again while he massaged every delicate curve of hers. She had him stand up on the floor while she kneeled and draped his iron rod with licks and kisses. She greedily slurped every plug of precum that came oozing from him. Soon she was rubbing the stuff into her bosom and dabbing it into her pussy. She swam her nose up and down his shaft and back into the cushion of his nuts, inebriating herself on his free-will shattering musk. She was soon bathed in sweat and precum, a once proud husky woman fully reduced into a slut for horse cock. Stan just watched smugly, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Business as usual.

Balasz was there for it all, nearly as influenced by Stan’s cock as she was. He chanted her along, praising how well she serviced his cock. He even complimented Stan’s ability to please her, though all he got in return was an aloof grunt. His penis remained hard as rock the whole time, but he succeeded in not touching it. Valerie’s paws were clamped onto Stan’s cock stroking him when he came again. Fat spits of cum struck her square in the chest while his shaft throbbed. She lifted her chin and held her bosom out in order to absorb as much of that manly shower as she could. Stan helped out, stroking the base of his cock to send more. By the time he was done, Valerie’s entire trunk was soaked. Stan’s penis drooped. It was spent for now, something it could be forgiven for considering the tremendous job it had done. It retracted into his sheath like a western hero riding into the sunset. It would return one day, but only when it was needed.

Valerie stumbled to her feet, still a little woozy off the musk. She gave Stan a kiss. He returned it but was careful to keep her cum-drenched chest at bay. “Thank you so much, baby. That was the greatest thing ever.”

“You’re welcome. The pleasure is all mine,” he said, then patted her rump.

She giggled and looked over at Balasz. “That was amazing, wasn’t it baby?”

“Yes… Thank you so much for that.” Balasz said.

Stan scoffed. “You got it, buddy. Anytime your wife needs  some good lovin’, just call me.”

Balasz smiled wide. “Yes sir.”

As the two men chatted, Valerie glanced over at the laptop. Something she saw made her frown. She stepped away from Stan and gave it a closer look. Her jaw dropped. “Holy shit!” Balasz and Stan both jumped. They joined her and looked at the laptop. When Balasz pointed his camera at it, it created an endless tunnel of laptops within screens within laptops within screens. On the chat feed was a huge collection of kind words from everyone watching. A small number appeared at the top indicating how many people were watching. 

1,276. 1,276 people were currently watching their stream, and the number was still rising. Next to that number was the donation tab. While unreliant on donations, Valerie always expressed her appreciation for them. To their total shock, it had climbed to $635.00. Valerie covered her mouth with her paws. “Oh my God,” she whispered. Never had she seen such numbers in either category. She’d dreamed of it, sure, but hardly thought it would actually happen. It was difficult for her to contain her excitement. She squealed ecstatically and flung into her husband for a hug.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, catching her.

“We did it, baby! We fucking did it.”

“Ahh… Yes, baby. We did it. Ahah…” He patted her back awkwardly, very aware of the mess of horse cum now sticking into his fur. “It was mostly you, honey. And Stan.”

She turned around and saw Stan who was busy admiring the stream’s big takeaway. “You’re right,” she said, then hatched a plan. “Give me the camera.”

“Eh? Uh, OK.”

She took it from him and skipped her way to Balasz’s pants which were still crumpled onto the floor. She picked them up and dug into his pocket. “Ahah!” She pulled out his wallet, a folded square of black leather. She waltzed up to Balasz and presented it to him. The camera captured the confused look in his face.

“What do you want me to do with this?” he asked.

She grabbed his shoulder with her free paw and spun him around. He was facing Stan, who was equally confused. She held the camera over his right shoulder and rested her chin on his left. She whispered into his ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I want you to pay him for his service.”

Balasz gasped. Stan’s eyebrows lifted. Neither of them expected that. Stan waved off the suggestion. “I’ll have to say ‘no thank you’ to that. I appreciate it, but y’all have given me more than enough.”

Balasz felt a fleeting sense of relief that was quickly shot down once Valerie spoke. “Nonsense! We made so much money today because of you and we both really, really appreciate what you’ve done. Don’t we, honey?” She rubbed her paws in circles around his belly as she looked directly at him, her face hovering inches from his.

“Ahh… Yes. We do… I just… Mmm…” He pursed his lips and looked at his wallet. He was holding on to it so tight that it wrinkled between his fingers. It was heavy with bills, some of which were 50’s. Last he checked, he had about $800 in it. Giving it up was no problem. He made that much and then some every day he went to work, so why was he so reluctant? Why was this, after everything that had just happened, making him so flustered?

Stan sensed his hesitation. Seeing that puny dicked shrew shiver in his socks suddenly made him want the money. The rich guy who lived in a huge fucking mansion and couldn’t please his wife ought to pay the man who could. Stan stepped up and held his open hoof out. “I think I can use some money, now that I think about it. Rich boy like you can help a real man out, can’t ya?”

Balasz gritted his teeth, hating how scared and humiliated he felt. He knew he had to. Valerie told him to. Stan told him to. Chat was telling him to. “give him the money cuck” “pay the fuck up” “cuck better give the man the money he deserves” “Hubby, if you’re anything close to a man, which I’m sincerely doubting you are, you’ll give him your money. Do it, you cuck.”

Balasz opened his wallet and pulled out the money. It was thick and heavy in his sweaty sausage fingers. He tried to extend his paw and put it in Stan’s hoof, but his shoulder and elbow remained locked. Valerie kissed her lips to his ear and purred. “Come on, baby. Do it for momma.” Her paws slithered down his gut and to his groin. They rubbed around his groin, edging themselves towards his puny cock. “Give him your money, for me.” He gulped and inched his paw forward some more. Closer and closer the money came to Stan’s hoof until-

Snatch!

Stan, fed up with the nonsense, struck his hoof out and wrenched the money out of Balasz’s paw, startling him into a frightened gasp. The shock and humiliation hit him hard, triggering an orgasm in him that made him whimper pitifully. Cum dribbled from his cock, a puny stream like a quarter-turned faucet. Stan was flicking his thumbs through the stack of bills when he saw it. He simply scoffed and shook his head, laughing to himself.

Balasz hung his head in shame, unable to look at the horse who had taken his money and his wife’s fertility. Valerie kissed his cheek and patted his belly. “That’s it. Good hubby. Momma’s so proud of you.” She twisted the camera around to face her. She smiled warmly, her face still splotched with horse cum. “Well, momma had fun today. Thank you all so much for showing up and giving donations. I know we made some friends today, and I can’t wait to see you in the future.” She threw up the peace sign and made a kissy face. “Peace!” She killed the recording and turned off the stream from the laptop. She took a deep breath. “Wow! That was awesome! That went so much better than I expected!” She turned to Stan, who was still admiring his payday, and hugged him tight. “Thank you so much, Stan. I’ve never been fucked so good my entire life. Do you think you could visit us again sometime for another stream?”

“Oh honey, it’d break my heart if I never heard from you again. You give me a holler if you ever need some quality company. Ya hear that, Balasz?”

Balasz jerked upright at the mention of his name. “Ahh… Yes sir.”

Stan chuckled. “I like the sound of that, ‘sir’. I could get used to it. Well, if it’s alright with y’all, imma get on from here. Can’t keep my cousin waiting.”

“Aww, are you sure?” asked Valerie. “We can cook you dinner. Balasz can cook really good.”

“I’d appreciate it, but me and my cousin have dinner planned already. Y’all two enjoy y’all’s evening.” He gave her one last kiss and made to leave. As he walked past Balasz, he gave him a playful whack on the butt. “‘Til next time, buddy.” He gathered up his clothes, got dressed, and headed out.

As the door closed behind him, Valerie came up to her husband and kissed him. “I love you so much,” she said. “I’m so glad we did that. You were amazing the whole time. I’m glad you were here with us.”

He hugged her and gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. “Ah, thank you. That was super hot.”

“Yes it was. Now, can you clean all this up for me?” she said, gesturing to the atrocity sinking into the bedsheets. “I know you cleaned up after this morning, but I’m kinda gross and need to take a shower.”

Balasz, no matter how little he wanted to, had no energy to argue. He wouldn’t have either way. “Yes, honey. I will make everything here clean.”

She smiled and kissed him again. “Thanks, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that, she waltzed out of the bedroom, her hips and tail swaying gaily behind her. That left Balasz alone in that cell of debauchery so repugnant with the smell of his wife and another man’s cum. In the previous hour he’d been humiliated, emasculated, and robbed all at the behest of his wife whom he always obeyed. Stan’s cum still lingered in his throat, and his cock still ached. Yes, that had been the hottest experience of his life, but trapped in the aftermath he felt weak and less of a man, if that was even possible. With a doleful sigh he came up to the bed and removed the heavily stained sheets. He crumpled it up and made his way to the laundry. A giddy smile rode his lips along the way.

He couldn’t wait until next time.

THE END