He reached in and hauled his balls out, revealing all of his massive meatrack to her gleaming gaze. Jamming his hips forward, he thrust his prick towards her. It was a truly impressive sight. His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped slab of swollen purple meat, and his cockshaft was long and thick and gnarled by dark, pulsing veins as fat as Michelle's finger. At the root of that fleshy tower, his balls were inflated like balloons.

"Ooooh," Michelle sighed happily.

Michelle was insatiable. Although she had just creamed very nicely on both of the hounds' cocks, she was eager for a cuntful of human cockmeat now.

He moved toward her and her eyes crossed as she turned her vision in upon his looming cockhead. His prick was so long that, as he looked at his wife, he seemed to be aiming at her over the tip of his cockhead, as if it were a gunsight. He squinted. His prick-knob pulsed. The dark veins pounded up the underside of his prick, spreading out under his cock-knob.

Buck yelped. Old Blue whimpered. The dumb brutes sensed that there was more action ahead. Like their master, they didn't object to sharing Michelle between them in a bizarre sort of threesome – and they probably didn't notice that the man's cock was even bigger than theirs.

But, although he didn't mind that his wife was fucking the dogs, Dick didn't care to have them around when he was taking his own turn up her fuck-hole. He knew how excited the hounds could get and had a fear of suddenly finding himself with an asshole full of dog prick, by mistake.

"Out!" he commanded.

The well-trained hounds got to their feet and moved reluctantly to the door of the cabin. Their semi-hard pricks swung under them as, haunches lowered, they left the room.

Michelle hoped that, if Dick had noticed the state of their pricks, he failed to make the logical connection.