“Have fun with Nana, kids!” Chilli called out, waving to her children, bearing a pleasant smile.
	“See you in a few days, mom,” Bandit shouted, waving at the car as it began to roll down the driveway. 
	Bandit and Chilli watched the car drive off until it was out of sight, then Bandit turned to face Chilli. He gave her a smirk, and ushered her inside.  
	“Sheesh, are you in that much of a rush?” Chilli asked, stifling a laugh at her husband’s antics.
	“It’s been ages! Of course I am,” Bandit said, bearing a grin of his own. He could already feel heat growing between his legs as he thought about what was to come. 
	“Oh hush, don’t think I haven’t smelled what you were doing in our bathroom late at night,” Chilli said, her voice taking on a sultry tone.
	“That’s not the same! A paw to a guy is nothing like a paw for a sheila,” he replied, locking the door behind him. 
	“Clearly…” she said, reaching her paw down to Bandit’s thigh, and rubbing it lightly.
	Bandit shivered, feeling his sheath thicken from the touch. “Careful, don’t start something you’re not willing to finish,” he said, trying to hide the desperation in his voice.  Chilli’s paw stayed on his thigh, and he felt his rocket begin to slide out of his tan sheath. 
	“Careful, you’ll put an eye out with that thing,” Chilli teased, reaching her paw down to cup her husband’s sack in her soft palm. 
	“Don’t see anyone around here at eye level to my bits anymore, unless you’re offering to get down there,” he said, a light and pleasured growl rumbling in his throat. 
	“Bandit Heeler, you’re being awfully cheeky, you naughty boy,” Chilli nearly purred. Her voice was breathy and hot, doing her best to further her husband along. There was a heat rising in her body, and she wasn’t going to deny it like she normally would have to. 
	“Yeah? Gonna punish me? Gonna put me in time out, mommy?” Bandit replied, feeling himself slide even further out of his sheath.
	“Maybe. Are you gonna keep being a naughty boy?” Chilli cooed, starting to stroke her lover’s knotted cock, gently running her paw up and down the length of it. 
	Bandit shivered, his knees growing weak as he was being jerked off only steps away from his front door.  His brain was struggling to come up with more witty quips as his attention was almost entirely taken by the tingling sensation of his wife’s paw on his cock. He steeled himself then began to buck his hips into her paw, jarring her pace, as much as it begrudged him to do so. “Sure am!” he said cheekily.
	Chilli rolled her eyes, then wrapped her paw around his cock a bit more firmly, stopping her rubbing motion. “Really now? Even when I’ve got you right where I want you?” she said, tugging him a bit more harshly, but not painfully.
	Bandit yelped dramatically, even though it didn’t really hurt, and took a few steps forward, and playfully began to fall on top of her. “Oh no! I’m losing my footing!” he said, leaning his weight into Chilli, being careful to not actually knock her over as he stumbled the two of them over to the couch, until Chilli was pressed up against the arm of the couch. “Woops, guess I need to do more balance exercises,” he said, wagging his tail slowly. 
	Chilli felt the arm of the couch pressing into her rump, and felt her heart flutter. She knew exactly what Bandit wanted in that moment, and she knew she was going to give it to him. 
	Bandit leaned over her, being careful not to bend her in an uncomfortable position, looming over her muzzle with a smirk until he pressed it to hers, kissing her. He explored her muzzle with his tongue, and felt hers wrestling with his. He pressed his fully exposed red rocket into her thigh, and moaned. “Can we play on the couch, mommy?” he moaned, breaking the kiss only long enough to speak. 
	Chilli wordlessly broke the kiss, turned around, and bent over the arm of the couch presenting herself to him. She lifted her tail, and showed off her dripping vulva. “Why don’t you be a good boy and have a treat first. I know how much you like cookies,” she cooed, feeling her arousal rolling down her thighs.  She wanted him, but she wasn’t above making him earn it first. 
	Bandit tried to say something quippy, but got tongue tied as he stared at Chilli’s pink pussy.  He got on his hands and knees, pressed his muzzle to her rump, and let his tongue roll out of his muzzle. He slowly began to lap at her pussy, licking up her thighs first and then slowly letting his warm, flat, canid tongue cover her sex. He licked her with expert motions, knowing exactly where she liked to be licked. But he didn’t go at her preferred pace immediately. He chose to savor the moment, tasting his lover’s need as he diligently ate her out.
	Chilli felt herself go limp as Bandit licked between her legs. The couch held her upright as her husband pleasured her. Her vision went blurry, and she was vaguely aware of a whining sound that she didn’t realize was coming from her throat until nearly a minute passed. Her body was alight with tingling warmth from her toes to the tips of her ears, all coming from a radiating and nearly unbearable pleasure coming from between her legs. Bandit had expertly learned just where she liked extra attention. She was unable to speak, and as a result she was unable to voice just how close she was to a powerful, quaking orgasm. As much as she wanted to maintain some level of control, she knew Bandit wasn’t going to stop. He was on a mission, and he was too close to success to fail.
	The blue heeler knew his wife was close. He could feel the shifts in her body language, the tensing of her muscles, and the quivering of her pussy. He could smell, and taste, the arousal dripping out of her. He knew she was close. He knew she was in the palm of his hands. He knew that once she came, she was putty in his paws. Bandit’s cock surged between his legs. The knowledge that he was getting his wife off had him fit to burst.  He reached a paw down and began playing with himself. He wanted to share in her joy, her pleasure, her crying screaming orgasm.  He wanted to ride the waves of warmth together.  He didn’t care about the mess they were going to make. They had all weekend to clean. 
	Chilli couldn’t hold back any longer. The scent of her husband’s musk made it to her snout, letting her know that he too was close. It was too much for her. She cried out loudly as she came, her body wracked with pleasure radiating from her groin into an explosion of tingling pleasure. Waves of ecstasy roiled within her, sending her into a state of bliss that had her completely lost of all other senses. All she knew in that moment was pleasure, and the intimacy of her husband’s warm tongue.  In that moment they were together somewhere outside of reality, sharing in the joy that only a couple deeply in love knew. 
	The pleasured cries of his wife sent Bandit over the edge. He grunted as he felt his balls release, spraying all over his couch and floor as he came again and again. He moaned into his wife’s pussy as he came in harsh spurts all over his furniture and the ground below him. He didn’t care about the pool of semen growing on the floor, or the stains he was leaving on the fabric. All he cared about was continuing to do his best to eat Chilli out, as he stroked himself to milk out the load he’d been holding in for days. He knew there would be plenty more to give, but he couldn’t help but be proud of the quantity of spunk he was releasing. His tongue was in overdrive as he came, his own body and mind together as one ringing unit of bliss. He shared in the moment with the love of his life, feeling her presence despite his vision being dark. 
	The two heelers panted as they regained their faculties, dripping and short of breath as their afterglow slowly ebbed. 
	“Wackadoo Bandit…” Chilli managed to say, “what’s gotten into you?” 
	“Nothin’ but love for you, Babe,” he said in a raspy voice. His tongue was a little sore, but he didn’t care. The glistening pussy of his wife was more than enough of a reward for his hard work. “I’d ask the same, but I already know what’s gotten into you, and what else will get into you later,” he teased. 
	Chilli huffed and rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you charming?” she said sarcastically. 
	“No, I’m Bandit!” he replied.  Bandit looked at the pool of cum he left on the floor, and the dripping strands of cum he’d splattered on the couch. “Woops, guess my little mate had a little more pressure than I thought,” he said sheepishly.
	“Bandit Heeler, did you cum on the couch again?” Chilli asked, laughing a little.
	“I didn’t! My little soldier, however, definitely may have,” Bandit said with a chuckle of his own.
	“Well you and your “little soldier” need to get some stain remover before it sets in,” Chilli said, still hunched over the couch. 
	“Oh yeah? Look who’s talkin’, miss drippy,” Bandit replied. “You’d think the arm of the couch was supposed to look like that, with as wet as you got it.”
	Chilli blushed, suddenly aware of the warm wet fabric under her. She’d gotten the arm of the couch soaked with her own pleasure, and sighed. “Fine, we’ll both clean up. Fair trade?” 
	“Fair trade,” Bandit replied, shakily getting up. He helped Chilli off the couch, and gave her a kiss on the cheek before they made their way to the bathroom for a quick cleanup, and to grab the cleaning supplies. 
	“Planning on building an indoor pool there, Heeler?” Chilli teased, pointing at the pool of spunk Bandit had left on the floor.
	“Thinkin’ about it. Whaddya say?” Bandit replied, proudly smirking at the size of his semen puddle. 
	“As lovely as it sounds, I think we might want to wait a bit before we think about any major renovations,” Chilli said, rolling her eyes. She leaned down, then an idea ran through her head. She knew the floor was clean up until that point. Clean enough to eat off, as she liked to brag. She stared at the spunk on the floor, and shivered as her body began to act on its own. She coyly knelt down, and lifted her tail to give Bandit a view, as she began to lick up her husband’s spunk. 
	“Cheese and crackers…” Bandit gasped as he watched Chilli lick up his mess. His sheath stirred as he began to grow hard once more, and he watched in aroused disbelief as Chilli diligently cleaned his mess with her tongue, until there wasn’t a drop left. She sprayed the floor with disinfectant for good measure, then stood up. She licked her lips, then walked over to give Bandit a kiss. 
	Bandit melted into the kiss, trying to stifle a moan as he kissed his wife, tasting his own spunk on her lips and tongue. 
	“Hard again already?” Chilli teased, playfully bouncing Bandit’s cock with her finger. 
	Bandit just nodded. “Well uh…I mean,” he babbled, unable to find words. 
	“You’re not the only one with a good mouth around here, Dad,” she cooed. 
	“Oh yeah?” Bandit managed to choke out. 
	“Care to find out who?” Chilli asked in a sing-song voice, turning away with her tail lifted as she made her way toward the stairs. 
	Bandit didn’t bother with a reply, and instead just followed behind her like a puppy. He waited for her to be at face level as she ascended the stairs, then followed closely behind her for the best view. Eventually they made their way into their bedroom, and Chilli hopped on their bed. She spread her legs and began idly playing with herself. “Now…what was I going to do…care to remind me?” she asked. 
	Bandit’s mouth went dry, and he openly stared between his wife’s legs. 
	“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Chilli teased. “Or is it too tired after that good job you did?” 
	Bandit just whimpered. His brain was short circuiting. All his blood was between his legs as he stood stupidly by the doorway, his red rocket standing at attention. His cock bobbed needily between his legs as he watched Chilli rub herself. 
	“I’ll make you a deal…I can either show you who’s got the better mouth in this house…or…” Chilli trailed off with a smirk. 
	“Or what?” Bandit asked, his throat nearly too dry to speak.
	“Or, you and your lil fella there can give Bluey and Bingo a sibling,” Chilli purred.
	“Ch-Chilli!” Bandit replied, in disbelief. “Another kid?” he asked shakily.
	“Why not? They don’t have a brother yet…” the red heeler said, nearly purring. 
	“I don’t know…I mean…are you sure?” the fatherly dog asked, his heart throbbing.
	“No…I’m Chilli, who’s “for sure”?”  Chilli said with a smirk.
	Bandit frowned. “Are you teasing me or do you really want another kid?” he asked, feeling a rogue stream of pre-cum drool out of him and onto the floor. The idea of knocking his wife up was riling him up. 
	“I dunno, how about you show me what that red rocket can do and we’ll worry about what happens later,” Chilli replied, leaning back. “Or, do you just want a blowie? Because you’re not getting both, blue guy,” she teased. 
	Bandit didn’t have to think twice about what he wanted. Chilli was offering him something he couldn’t refuse. Not only could he have sex with his wife without interruption, he didn’t have to pull out. He could make himself a father again. His cock steadily drooled pre-cum at the thought of making his wife pregnant. It was all he wanted to do. 
	Chilli watched with bated breath as Bandit approached her slowly.  He climbed over her, and looked deeply into her eyes, wordlessly asking if this is what she really wanted. She gave him a soft kiss on his muzzle, letting him know everything he needed to know. She wanted another baby. She wanted another one of HIS babies. She wanted her husband to fuck her full of puppies, until she knew good and well that she was knocked up. She felt his hot pre-cum dripping on her already wet sex, and her body flushed with heat. “Fuck me, Bandit Heeler,” she rasped. 
	Bandit didn’t need any further instruction. He lowered himself, finding his wife’s slick slit with his almost painfully stiff length. They gasped in unison as he thrust himself into her, hilting his cock inside of her, stopping only when his knot bumped against her cookie. He began working his hips, slowly at first but picking up the pace as his need drove him further. Despite his love for his wife, and the pleasure he got from eating her out, fucking her was something that was just for him. He was taking what he owned. Chilli was HIS wife. HIS love. HIS womb to fill with his seed. He’d already given her what she wanted. He didn’t feel particularly selfish in that moment, as he fucked her at his pace. 
	Chilli felt Bandit slamming into her, and with each press she cried out in pleasure.  His tongue was good, but it paled in comparison to his cock. It seemed like it was made for her. It didn’t matter what pace he fucked her. Each thrust sent bursts of burning pleasure and lust through her body. She was his, and he was claiming her. It drove her wild.  His raw masculinity was undeniable. He was silly, he was sweet, he was kind, but he was all man. Her body, in that moment, was his to claim. To conquer. To fuck full of pups for her to bear. To give her a child, but more importantly, to give HIM a child. She was going to give him a son, who would carry on his legacy. In that moment, her heat had her unable to think of anything else. 
	The head of the heeler household was getting close. He grunted and howled as he pleased. He was fucking his wife in his own home, and he had nothing to hide or hold back. He barked and growled as he swung his hips haphazardly, too lost in his lust to find a real rhythm. His knot swelled to its full size and pulsed with need. He was going to knot her, and fill her with his seed. He leaned down and gently took Chilli’s neck in his teeth, biting just enough to get a grip but not enough to hurt. Just enough to let her know she was his, in that moment. The love they shared was undeniable, and their shared arousal and pleasure spoke it to be true. Their bodies were entwined in waves of sparking pleasure, sharing in the electric sensations of their impending orgasms. 
	“Knot me, Bandit,” Chilli whined. Her body writhed with pleasure as Bandit rocked her back and forth with the weight of his body. She spread her legs as far as they would go, making sure he had no resistance to take what was his. “Make sure not a drop gets out…I want it all,” she begged. 
	Bandit just grunted, too far gone to think or speak. He only had one goal; knot his wife, and cum inside of her. As he thrust his hips more and more, he felt himself getting closer to the first goal. He felt his wife’s pussy starting to stretch around his knot, opening a little more with each push, until he felt it disappear inside of her as her sex swallowed his knot. 
	Chilli yelped as Bandit knotted her. It was the point of no return. He was going to make her pregnant. He was going to make her a mommy again. He was going to give her daughters a baby brother. He vision went white as she began to cum, letting out a loud whining howl as her husband began to cum inside of her. 
	“Aaahhh, biscuits!” Bandit cried out as he came, before letting out a howl of his own.  His howl joined his wife’s as he came, his orgasm immediately overwhelming his body with electric tingling warmth. He felt his cock pulsing like he had only done twice before. It was indescribable.  It was like part of his soul was flowing out of him, and into her. Stream after stream of sticky blue heeler spunk filled his wife as he came over and over. He felt Chilli cumming with him, and they sang their howling song of orgasmic pleasure together, not caring for a moment who might have heard them through the open door of their bedroom patio. Their howls echoed out into the neighborhood, letting everyone who heard know that Bandit and Chilli were making another life together. 
	“Alright Bandit!” Pat said with a laugh, hearing the howls of his neighbors as he washed his car. He looked at Janelle, who was blushing but had a small grin on her muzzle. “Whaddya say we do that later?” he asked, playfully groping himself, making sure no one saw. His wife rolled her eyes. “We’ll see…”

	Bandit and Chilli slowly returned to Earth as their orgasms faded out and bloomed into afterglow. They laid together, catching their breath, stuck together by means of Bandit’s knotted cock. Bandit carefully laid himself down, turned over, and carefully maneuvered his wife to be resting on top of him. Their hearts beat in unison as they enjoyed the moment together, hearing only the ambient sounds of their home, and the sounds of the Australian wildlife outside.   Chilli let out a gasp, then a small laugh. “I forgot to close the veranda door,” Chilli said quietly, still laughing a little. Bandit snorted and laughed as well. “Woops, well, nothin’ to be done about it now,” he said. 
	The loving couple enjoyed their relaxation together, dozing off until eventually Bandit was woken up by the feeling of his cock sliding out of Chilli. His knot had finally deflated enough to safely return his cock to his sheath. It was in that moment that he realized how badly he needed to pee. Chilli was snoozing comfortably on top of him, and he also didn’t much feel like getting out of bed.  He decided to just let it happen, and relaxed. He let out a pleasured sigh as he began wetting his bed. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t used to washing wet sheets, so it was no different whose pee it was. It was his bed, after all. He could pee in it if he wanted. 
	Chilli woke up to a warm rattling sensation against her thighs. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, then she snapped her eyes open. Before she could react, Bandit had her wrapped in a hug so should couldn’t escape. “Bandit Heeler! Are you wetting the bed!?” She called out, laughing. 
	“Oopsies, I went weewees mommy,” Bandit said in his fake baby voice he’d sometimes use when playing with the girls. 
	“You’re disgusting!” Chilli laughed, squirming in his grip, knowing she couldn’t get away. 
	“No, I’m Bandit!” he said, grinning widely. 
	Chilli just laughed and rested her head on Bandit’s chest. Her own bladder griped at her, and she knew there was no point in getting up. She just smirked and said, “remember the other night when Bingo peed on you after tickling her for too long?” 
	Bandit nodded his head. “Yeah, I mean that’s why we got the plastic sheet on the bed after all. Why do you ask?”
	“No reason~” Chilli cooed, as she let out a dramatic sigh. She released her bladder without much fuss, feeling relief as she emptied her bladder all over Bandit’s groin. It felt naughty, but it was secretly something she’d done before, conveniently blaming the wet bed on Bluey. 
	“Are you peeing on me?!” Bandit asked, now laughing even harder. 
	“Oopsies, I went weewees daddy,” Chilli said, mimicking her husband’s voice from earlier. 
	“I see how it is,” Bandit said with a grin. The two just laughed together as they finished up, and laid in their wet bed. “Thank goodness the girls still have nighttime accidents every now and then. Otherwise, our bed would be ruined,” he said. 
	Chilli just nodded. “Would that have really stopped you anyway?”
	Bandit grinned. “Nah, just saying it’s convenient,” he said. 
	Chilli rolled her eyes, then gave him a kiss. “So…when’s round two~?”