Two weeks with Horas – Chapter 3

My wife tried missionary position with Horas but it didn’t work. More practise needed.

Poor Horas was looking very downcast after failing to mate with Cathy. After we had dinner I looked over and he looked at me and I could see he was unfulfilled. I mentioned this to Cathy and she said she understood. Quickly undressing she “entertained” Horas in the lounge room. I swear I saw his smiling as he humped her. I sat watching as wife and dog became one. Grunts and moaning and whimpering filled the room. It only lasted maybe 10 minutes and Horas was lying down licking his weapon and Cathy was in the shower. Of course I got my turn and then we both had a shower. I slept well that night.

Monday dawned and I heard Cathy telling Horas we both had to go to work. She put him in the backyard and we had breakfast, got dressed and headed to work. She worked fairly close to home so I dropped her off and picked her up after work. Once home we shared dinner duties, washing up duties and then settled in for the night. Horas had been feed and watered and he lay in the corner watching us. Probably thinking “am I going to my bitch”. Well of course he did. Cathy decided that she couldn’t resist having him with us. We watched the news, the TV went off and so did Cathy’s clothes. Horas was equal to the task and showed her how much he missed her.

So it was that we settled into a routine. Dinner, clean up, TV news, doggy sex, Brad & Cathy sex, sleep. It worked well Tuesday and Wednesday night. Come Thursday night and the news was on. Cathy was feeling particularly randy (her words) and she went into the bedroom to undress. There was a knock on the front door. I opened it and found our next door neighbour standing there.