He didn't cum easy. We worked on him for ten minutes, at least."

"Oh Jesus! You filthy nasty slut!"

"No, Jack, that wasn't filthy nasty. After he came in my mouth, Heather milked his dick so that I could get every drop. I didn't swallow, I leaned up, took Heather's head in both hands, and sealed our mouths in a kiss that lasted until she got it all and swallowed every drop. We French kissed in dog cum for a good five minutes while I wiped my spermy cunt on her bare legs. I rubbed off on her sexy legs while feeding dog fuck to her. That was filthy nasty, Jack."

Jack stiffened, stroked faster, and cried out, "Oh god, Sue! You filthy fucking slut! Oh, Jesus…!"

Sue came with him and then they both lay in chair sprawls recovering. Sue was first to recover.

She looked to her dazed hubby and smiled, saying, "Picture Heather in my place."

"I did."

"Heather is all over her shyness and she loves that doggy's big dick. The bitch is in heat, Jack.

If he could have gotten it up again, she would have fucked him."

Jack slowly sat up and put his little guy back in his slacks. He brushed back his hair, looked at Sue's beaver, and said, "So, you want Heather to follow in your paw prints."

"I've never considered that until this happened. It would appear that she wants to follow.

I've agonized over that fact, but I think I'm ready to allow that to happen.

Before I allow that to happen, I need you onboard.

Are you onboard?"

"I think so. Do you really think she's a slut?"

"She'd like to be a mutt slut.

She'll be one if I permit it."