My husband Steve is a loser and a cuckold. We met on a f***** fetish website, and exchanged kinks before we ever met face to face, so it’s not like we didn’t both know what we were getting into. The day he proposed, I informed him what our s** life was going to be like, and he agreed. On our honeymoon, I did every s***** thing I knew of that a woman could do to coax c** out of a man; the blowjobs I gave that day should go down in history. Afterward, I locked his pathetic c*** in a chastity cage, and haven’t touched it since. I went shopping the day after our honeymoon and bought three black labs, just entering puberty. Those dogs must’ve thought they’d died and gone to heaven the day I gave them my body, while my husband was gagged and leashed in the corner watching while his wife came harder by them than I ever had by him. After each dog had dumped a load in me, I had them each take a turn in his a**, while he ate three loads of dog s**** from my c***. Since then, the dogs f*** him whenever they need relief- at least twice a day each, on his days off- and they f*** me a couple of times a day, whenever I need d***, after which he eats their c** from my p****. All while I make sure Steve knows he’s never s******* satisfied a woman, and eating c** from my p**** is the closest he’ll ever get. If a dog has to pee, the dogs collar is attached to Steve’s, the dog leads him outside on all fours, where the dog pisses on him, Steve pisses on the ground like a good b****, and they go back inside together.
