It was the worst. Having to listen in silence to his partner moaning like he never heard her, having to see the Pitbull’s ankles through the gap between the carpet and the hanging bedsheet, having to wait under the bed for them to finish.

Roger wanted to get out of there and say ‘enough’, but he couldn’t chicken out. He proposed the idea to his wife, after all. The fox thought he was mentally prepared to try his fantasy for real. However, it was nothing like he thought it would. He got angrier with each creak of the mattress springs, his teeth clenched harder with each passing second. He needed to get out of his hiding.

The fox crawled from under the bed, pulling himself out between the Pitbull’s feet. When he looked up, the first thing he saw was the dog muscular leg, round ass, and mango-sized balls, dancing back and forth with each thrust. That was the moment when the vulpine’s blood boiled. Without thinking it twice, Roger pulled out his right arm and reached up between the canine’s legs.

Bruce was having a strange night. That noon he got invited by a married guy to bang his wife. Normally, were the wives who asked for his services behind their husbands’ backs. In any case, she was a hot arctic wolf, and the guy offered a good payment. The Pitbull thought it was his lucky night, until he felt a hand getting a firm grab on his right testicle. “H- hey! That isn’t part of the agreEOW!”

The canine felt a powerful grip compressing his right gonad. He immediately reached down and tried to break free from the resentful crush, but his efforts turned vain. “Let me go!” He cried still struggling to escape the controlling squeezing the fox kept on his throbbing ball. Roger finally let go on the abused organ, allowing the Pitbull to collapse next to the white-furred female, cupping his genitals in gut wrecking ache.

The she-wolf sat up and found her husband getting out from under the bed. “What was that!?’”

Roger sighed and looked away. “Alright, alright. I’ll pay him an extra.”