. We haven't... You never do... Anymore.” I kind of pushed Veronica to the side and she rolled off me, lay down, and began drawing the bedsheet ov...r her lovely, young, naked body.“What's it been, now, anyway?” I went on, loudly. ”Five years? Since we...? You've never wanted to. Not since...” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up, also pulling the bedspread over my lap and my still-turgid penis.But it was true: Cindy and I had not had sex for that long. She’d had a. Tiffany, my wife, began stretching my sack about three years ago. It started the same night that she first fed me a strangers cream pie from her well worked pussy. She had informed me earlier that week that she was going to begin cheating on me. If I wanted to remain married to her, I would have to accept some new rules. Handcuffed to the shower head, with a three pound weight hanging from my nutsack, she’d gone clubbing with the full intention of bringing home some “real man juice” for her. The rain from the night before was gone — the few remaining clouds were turning from gray to pink illuminated from below by the sun which was still below the horizon. I didn’t remember warming up, having fallen asleep still chilly, but now I was perfectly comfortable. The ledge had done for me what I needed, keeping me dry, and I’d had the proper modern equipment to warm myself. I hadn’t even examined the ledge I’d slept on, but then again, I’d never had the chance. Now, bathed in the morning. "There, finished. You ladies may get up now, unless you don't mind the possibility of just any passersby accepting your unspoken invitation. Oh, and lest I forget my manners, thank-you very much for your time and cooperation."The girls rose to their feet and slowly turned around. Before them, smiling warmly, stood a Furling Coyote. Her fur was dark gray, with speckles of lighter gray. A mop of hair, black as the darkest night crowned her furry head, dropping to her shoulders and curling out.