I thoughtshe might not have looked as beautiful out in the light of day as shedid in a crowded nightclub. I was wrong."Wait...is that what you're wear...ng for the party?" Umm...party?" I looked around. There were people hustling abouteverywhere. Men carried speakers off of a truck, pushing me out of theway as they hurried by. Another set was hanging a banner over the frontof the house. A third set interrupted us "Ma'am, can you please moveyour car. You're blocking us in." Shit, I'm sorry." I. It was very difficult to inch my way across the floor without theuse of my hands. I finally got there and with great difficulty pushedmyself over the ledge at the door to the cage. I was in the kennel.There in front of me were two stainless steel bowls, each about the sizeof a large soup bowl. One contained water and the other contained a badsissies' lunch. A nicely prepared can of Alpo dog food. Mistress hadbeen so kind to garnish the dog food with a sprig of parsley. Classy!I heard a sharp. My hands are inside the lacy fabric, caressing and playing while moving back around and over her sweet pussy mound, my fingers caressing across her swelling clit, causing her to moan and close her eyes for a second. She flicks them open quickly, watching what I am doing to her body, the reactions from my touch; my fingers are skimming across her engorged clit and pussy lips, caressing, playing, making her wet with desire. She can’t stop moaning with orgasmic pleasure, little whimpers coming. ”“Sorry, sweetie. What’s on your mind?”“You need to fuck Alex.”“What are you talking about? We have sex all of the time.”That’s isn’t necessarily true. We’ve briefly hooked up in between Sam’s naps, but we haven’t had sex since he was born.“Nah my dude, you have to really fuck her. Break her back, tear that ass up! Go away for a few days. Really go at it.”“Why?”“The honeymoon phase is over. I love Sam as much as you two do but it’s time to get back to how you guys used to be. I hate how my girl.