My counselor said I needed to spend some time outdoors. I went to a nature retreat where I met the most beautiful woman. She was petite with big green eyes, full lips, long dark hair and a nice figure. Despite being slender, she had ample breasts and a round backside.  

It took all my courage to ask her out. To my surprise, she said yes. She was fun, funny, and intelligent. I don't know what she saw in me, but I wasn't complaining. After a few months of dating, I proposed and she said yes. We got married that spring.

She was an animal lover and was always watching videos online about rescues. One day, she showed me a picture of a bull mastiff. He was huge, with a dark brindle coat.

"It's so hard for them to re-home big dogs like this," she said. "Can we adopt him?"

I resisted the idea. It would cost a fortune and, frankly, he looked scary. Unfortunately, my wife had already decided. She signed the papers and dragged me to pick him up the following week.

I was intimidated not just because Bully was a very large dog, but his penis and testicles were bigger than mine as well. My wife said it was stupid to be jealous of a dog. He was very sweet to her, but cold to me, even growling at me quietly when I approached her.

One day, my wife came out of the shower wrapped in only a towel. Bully started sniffing and stuck his nose under the back of her towel. She just giggled. I could see Bully getting an erection and said that he was being inappropriate and she should stop him.  My wife got angry, saying that I was disgusting and needed to stop being weird.

I apologized to my wife by taking her out for a nice dinner and drinks. When we got home, Bully was waiting by the door. He started sniffing my Wife's backside again and was about to stick his nose under her fancy dress. I saved some steak from dinner and used it to distract him. I tossed it onto the kitchen floor. He took the bait. I took my wife into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

My wife took off her dress and we began making love. There was a scratching on the bedroom door. I kept going.

"Bully," my wife moaned quietly.

"Did you just say the dog's name?" I asked.

"I- I was trying to get him to go away," she looked flushed. She was still grinding her hips on me.

It sounded more like she was calling to him, but I didn't want to start a fight, so I continued thrusting into her.

The scratching resumed. I ignored it. The dog barked. Even through the door it was loud enough to startle me.

"Bully, no!" I shouted. I heard him growl.

"Just let him in," my wife said. "He's just lonely. I'm sure he'll calm down."

I got up and did as my Wife asked. As soon as I opened the door, Bully pushed past me and went straight to the bed where my wife sat naked with her legs spread.

Before I knew it, the huge dog was licking my wife's pussy. She just laughed.

"Bully!" I shouted. "Bad dog!"

He completely ignored me. So did my wife. He furiously lapped at her slit and she moaned louder than she ever had with me.

I walked over and grabbed his collar. His head whipped around and he bared his teeth, growling with an intensity that made my balls shrivel. He could have ripped my genitals off with one bite, so I backed off.

"What should I do?" I asked my Wife.

"It's okay," She said. "He's not doing anything..." she gasped and shook as she spoke. I could tell she was stifling an orgasm. "...anything wrong."

"What do you mean?!" I squeaked. "Dogs aren't supposed to- you're not supposed to..." I stammered, unable to find the words.

"It's not sexual. He's just doing what's natural to him," my wife said breathlessly. "He's been through a lot. We should be careful not to disturb him." She had rested her hand on the back of the dog's giant head and was gently stroking it as he enthusiastically pleasured her with his big sloppy tongue. "Good boy," she said.

I didn't buy her rationalization. This hound was performing cunnilingus on my wife right in front of me, she was enjoying it, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It looked like Bully was enjoying it too. His big balls were flexing and his bright red penis had fully emerged from its furry sheath, knot and all. It was even bigger than I thought. Longer than mine and much thicker. It was hard and veiny. Precum drooled from its tip onto the bedroom carpet.

Then, to my surprise and alarm, he jumped up, planting his front paws on either side of my wife, shaking the bed.

"Oof!" she said and fell backwards, breasts jiggling. He lined up his hips between her legs.

"I'll call for help." I said.

"No!" shouted my wife. "They'll put him down. He's not going to hurt me, I promise." She was playing with her nipples as Bully licked her face. I had never seen so much cream leaking from her pussy before.

"I'll just... I'll go look up what to do," I said awkwardly. I started toward the kitchen to get my phone. I looked back and saw that Bully had the tip of his thick cock pressed just between my Wife's labia. I opened my mouth to protest, but didn't know what to say, so I left the room. As I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, I heard my wife let out a loud groan. I told myself it was pain; that she was making a sacrifice to help a traumatized rescue animal, but I knew deep down it was intense pleasure. Bully had taken what he wanted. His thick canine cock was deep in my wife and she was already cumming hard.

I picked up my phone to search for answers, but I didn't even know what to type in. I ended up just sitting naked on the kitchen floor, head in a daze, staring at a blank screen and listening to a thick-cocked bull mastiff fuck my wife to new heights of ecstasy. I heard her scream his name and I started to cry. I don't know why, but I still had an erection.

The next day, my wife and I ate breakfast in silence. I couldn't even look at her. Bully sat next to her, staring at me. I glanced at him with jealous eyes and he bared his teeth. I left for work without saying a word or kissing my Wife goodbye.

I stumbled through the workday like a zombie. I couldn't stop thinking about what my wife was doing with our dog--with Her Dog--at that moment. A coworker asked if I was okay.

"I think my wife might be cheating on me," I said.

"I'd be worried too if I were you," said my coworker. "She's so fucking hot. I bet she gets hit on constantly. She could fuck any guy she wanted. You were lucky you got to be with her at all."

I left work early and headed home. As I approached the front door, I could already hear the sounds of Bully's howling, my wife screaming, and the headboard of our bed slamming against the wall. I wondered what the neighbors thought. I tried to put that out of my mind. I didn't even go in. I went to a bar and got drunk.

When I came home later that night, things were quiet. I entered the house and my wife was on the couch wearing her silk robe, watching TV. Bully was on the couch next to her, his huge head in her lap.

"Hey, Sweetie!" She said, as if everything was completely normal. "How was work?"

"It was fine," I said. I tried to play along with her denial, but my tone was that of utter defeat.

"I made dinner," She said. "Well, I ordered dinner. I was busy around the house today." I looked around. The house was a mess. Plants were knocked over. There were paw prints and puddles of unidentified liquid on every surface. 

"Food is on the table," she said.

I sat down. There was a cold hamburger on one side of the table, still in the wrapper. Empty wrappers were strewn around the other side.

My wife walked over and sat down across from me.

"Dig in," she smiled weakly.

I unwrapped my burger.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bully's big, dark form approach the table. I tried to ignore him. As I held up the burger for my first bite, Bully let out a thunderous bark, rattling the glasses on the table. I slowly looked over at him. He stood stark still and gave me a cold stare.

"WOOF!!" another booming shout from the dog shook the whole room.

I looked at my wife.

"It's best to give him what he wants," she said gently.

My hand shook as I slowly extended my burger toward the massive hound. He didn't move.

"That's... not what he wants,"  my Wife looked back at me with an apologetic expression.

"What does he want?" I had an inkling, but morbid curiosity forced me to ask.

Without saying a word, my wife stood up and undid her robe. Bully licked his chops. She let the robe slip off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Her beautiful naked body was covered with scratches and bite marks.

"Dear God," I gasped.

She walked around to my side of the table and gestured for me to move back. For a second I thought she was going to sit in my lap, but she moved me further and further back until there was a good deal of space between me and the table. My wife looked back at me as Bully sidled up behind her.

She leaned forward, pressing her beautiful breasts against the table and sticking her round ass in the air. Her pussy was already wet. Bully licked her plump snatch and she moaned softly at first, then louder and louder.

He kept licking and before long, slobber and pussy juice were dripping onto the floor between her legs. Bully turned and looked at me in a way that seemed like a mocking sneer. He turned back and mounted the table. Then mounted my wife.

I watched her vulva spread and wrap around his fat dog dick as it sank into her hot wetness. Her moans got much louder. Bully immediately started humping her with great force, slamming his cock into my Wife's tight cunt with hard thrusts that slid the table across the floor.

She grunted and screamed in pleasure and pain. She opened her eyes long enough to look into mine again. We were both crying. 

"I'm sorry," she mouthed silently before wincing and moaning again. A glass shook its way to the edge of the table and fell off,  smashing on the floor.

I could tell from the way her body jerked with each thrust that his cock was ramming against her cervix. I always wondered what that would feel like. To bottom out, to fill and stretch her.

It wasn't thirty seconds before her hips started to twitch and buck in what I could tell was an orgasm far more powerful than any I had given her. Her pussy was squirting, which I did not know she could do.

"Oh, Fuck, Bully! Fuck me with your fat dog cock!" She screamed. I didn't realize until that moment that I had an erection.

As I watched the massive beast make my wife his fucksleeve, I unzipped my pants and took out my penis. It was tiny compared to Bully's, but it was hard as a rock and I started stroking.

Bully started growling in a way I hadn't heard before.

"Listen- Honey- " my Wife said, her words breathless and punctuated by the thrusts of the beast, "Something's- going to- happen- and I- I don't want- you to be scared,"

"What?" I said, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"He's- going- to- to knot- MEEEEEEEE!!!!" Her final word turned into a scream as the dog howled and pushed the thick lump at the base of his sex organ all the way into her vagina. His girth nearly ripped her open.

My Wife's screams continued to get louder, as did Bully's howling. It sounded like she was being murdered. I covered my eyes and involuntarily ejaculated. My cock twitched freely, launching small ropes into the air before me.

I don't know how long it was before the screaming died down. When I opened my eyes, Bully stood over my wife on the table, knot inside her. He was no longer humping. After a moment of stillness and panting, he hopped down, dragging her body to the floor with a thump. She was still attached to his cock. I couldn't tell if she was conscious or even alive.

Bully lifted his leg over my Wife's body, twisting around so she was behind him; ass to ass. The thick knot still bound her to him. I was relieved to see she was breathing.

Bully walked toward his water bowl, dragging my wife behind him. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. Her mascara was smeared across her face like a raccoon.

I watched in disbelief as the dog casually dragged my beautiful, sweaty, naked wife around the house for twenty minutes.

Eventually, the knot popped out and my Wife slid to the floor. A huge load of dog spunk flowed from her vagina. I don't know why, but I came again.

I have to sleep on the couch now. What was once our marriage bed now belongs to Bully and my Wife. 

I work to pay the bills. At home I cook and clean. I do all the chores. I watch her pet and play with Bully, always leading inevitably to them disappearing into the bedroom together. I know what they do behind closed doors.

My Wife exists only to pleasure Bully and his oversized genitalia. She enjoys it as much as he does. She jerks him off, sucks and deepthroats him, thrusts her hips up for missionary penetration, lets him mount her from behind, lays sideways and sucks his penis while he licks her ass and pussy. She even gave him her anal virginity. 

I had no idea how much she could squirt, how creamy her pussy could get, how many orgasms she could have in a row. She has sympathy toward me, but does not touch me. She is clearly in love with the dog. She sucks his fat dog dick with a passion she never showed me. She barely made a sound when I fucked her, but she screams the hound's name every time he stretches her pussy with his massive canine penis.

As long as I remain submissive, there is peace. Peace, but not quiet. All day long the house is filled with the howls of a giant, ejaculating canine and the orgasmic screams of the beautiful woman into whom he fucks his potent seed. The only comfort for me is that, for reasons I do not understand, when she cums, so do I. I do a lot of laundry these days.

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[M4F] Losing my wife to the dog