Belle's Continued Romance

Since successfully "training" Belle and, under my husband's arrangement, pretending to be her husband, my popularity in the group has skyrocketed. Some people from nearby cities even want to visit me and see Belle. Especially that teacher lady, who heard how smart Belle is and really wants to see and experience it for herself, but I said I'd think about it later. At least for now, I don't want to share Belle with anyone else.
My husband estimated my heat cycle based on my menstrual cycle and hinted that I should go spend time with Belle and enjoy the pleasure of having a different husband. Of course, I knew my period was coming, but I still held him demurely. My husband stroked my pubic area, which I hadn't shaved for several days, and carefully cleaned away my pubic hair so that I could enjoy Belle's tongue to the fullest extent. Looking in the mirror, my appearance wasn't bad. My collarbones were soft, and I had a C-cup bust. Although I had a slight tummy, my husband said it was normal for women—they have an extra uterus compared to men, so it would be strange if they didn't have a little belly; it's sexy. As for my vulva, men say it's shaped like a steamed bun, a narrow opening, very full. It seems I'll have to take some artistic photos when spring arrives to show off my body… I couldn't help but express my love to him, wanting him to enjoy our time together tonight. But my husband whispered in my ear that I should conserve my energy and enjoy the pleasure he brings. I was very passionate with my husband; we were like dry tinder, both very eager, yet we forced ourselves to restrain ourselves, only falling asleep naked in a tight embrace.
The second night, my husband personally gave Belle a bath and even applied some perfume to her abdomen. After drying, Belle's fur looked shiny and vibrant. After showering, I put on the special black leather back brace I bought from the group admin in front of my husband. He looked at my exposed lower body; my pink, smooth, and full vulva no longer belonged to him tonight, but was willingly offered to Belle, who wasn't human, for her to play with and have sex with. He seemed excited and thrilled, almost like he was numbing himself with the thought, "This is someone else's wife." Seeing his jealous look, I stroked his chest and kissed him on the cheek, teasing him, "Aren't you happy for me? Tonight, Belle and I will be inseparable, rekindling our past romance..." We were used to flirting. "Why don't you come to our bridal chamber, and the three of us can spend the night together?" my husband suggested. But he said, "If I come, I'll ruin the atmosphere; I don't want to be a third wheel." "Well then," I said, putting on my pink pajamas, grabbing the soft leather leggings the group admin had given me, and leading Belle to our room. This was the first day of our third month together, our third month of marriage. During this time, Belle had become very familiar with my distinctive scent. She understood perfectly after several similar encounters, and seemed quite excited, yet dared not do anything inappropriate to me outside. She simply circled me, wagging her tail and sniffing around, clearing a path for me, occasionally turning back to look at me warily, as if protecting me, or perhaps creating a passage for me to avoid harassment from other males. As a maternal female, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart to receive such care and love from a male. Belle was truly intelligent; when we reached the door of our bridal chamber, she actually stopped, turned around, and waited impatiently for me. Seeing her eagerness, my heart leaped with joy. Did she also know she was thinking of me, missing me? Once inside, my dog husband's animalistic instincts gradually surfaced. He kept sniffing my genitals, almost knocking me over several times. My hair disheveled, I played and flirted with him, licking each other. When passion reached its peak, I would kneel down like a female dog in heat, raising my buttocks high, completely displaying my itchy vulva to my male dog, waiting for him to lick, mount, and mate. Having experience mating with me before, my male dog wouldn't hold back. He knew to first use his first treasure—his tongue—to lick me until I trembled all over, then use his second treasure—his exceptionally hard, hot, long penis—to rapidly and quickly plow and thrust into my genitals, taking me to a blissful paradise in one go. Finally, he would use his third treasure—his bow tie—to firmly connect me to him. Only then would I be truly his wife, without worrying that I would refuse to mate or help him reproduce. Once secured, he could confidently and freely inject his seed into my body to help him have babies. What I enjoyed was the extraordinary fullness my male dog gave me, a fullness that was swollen, numb, spicy, and tingling, with waves of fiery, itchy sensations hitting my lower abdomen. My husband's sex drive is very stable. We have sex two to three times every night, and each time he ejaculates, it lasts about fifty minutes. What reassures me most is that every night, besides mating, he stays by my side and never sleeps. Since I sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor (our bedroom has a bed and a makeshift bed, the latter being for our convenience), many times when I wake up and turn my head, I see his bright red penis, full of life, sticking out from under his foreskin. Coincidentally, tonight I took a shower and forgot my phone. My best friend called, and my husband opened the door to get it for me. Seeing my husband's bright red penis so close and affectionate beside my face, I couldn't help but feel incredibly jealous. But my husband didn't see it that way. Seeing his owner suddenly enter, he assumed it was there to take away his mating rights with me, and immediately became hostile, growling menacingly at my husband. My husband knew this was his territory, and that he had mistakenly entered his love nest. He apologized and wished me a happy and fulfilling sex life before leaving. Looking at my dog husband's wary expression, his domineering demeanor that wouldn't allow any other male to approach or be affectionate with me, I felt a warmth in my heart. I thought to myself, this beast truly considers me its mate, not wanting any other males to mate with me; I belong only to him.
Each night's mating with my dog husband gradually adapted my penis to his unique genitals. Although it was still red and swollen, it wasn't as difficult to walk as it had been the first few times. My dog husband, however, remained the same; every morning at dawn, his long, red penis was still positioned on his abdomen, although its lumps had noticeably shrunk, it still couldn't retract. Initially, when my husband saw this, he said it was because my yin energy was too strong, draining my dog husband's yang energy, making his penis unable to retract freely. What kind of logic is that? I thought my dog husband was deliberately showing off his magical treasure in front of me, trying to seduce me.

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