Susan’s fox ears perked up when something metallic hit the front door lock. There was someone at their porch. Susan sniffed the air and recognized a familiar smell that entered the entry hall. It was Susan’s husband, Johnny, jingling his keys and announcing his presence to his loving wife. Before Susan went to greet her loving husband she took the clothes from the floor and put her usual tube top and sweatpants on to herself as she didn’t need to wear underwear at her own home. Susan glanced at the pet bed meant for her size. She imagined if her husband was energetic enough to do a quickie with her before their daughter got home from school.
Susan felt too horny to contain herself and like an animal sprinted to the hallway with her two digitigrade feet. Johnny smiled and hugged her horny wife. Susan released a small amount of her vixen sauce to her sweatpants when her husband lowered his arms and grabbed and squeezed her hairy vixen ass. Susan gave a teasing lick to her husband’s lips and nibbled his neck to show what she wanted from him. Johnny responded to his wife’s loving greeting with a very long and deep throat reaching kiss. When Johnny released his tongue out of his wife’s feral maw. Susan knew what she had to do. The kiss had broken her mind and she wanted to show how much she loved her husband. Susan kneeled down in front of him and unbuckled his belt.
Johnny knew that his wife wanted his cock to be stiff and ready for action at any given time. Susan’s sensitive vixen nose could tell precisely if Johnny had masturbated with his cock or not. Susan wanted her creamy surprises thick and in large quantities. If Susan wasn’t so horny all the time she could have communicated this to his loving husband. But Johnny knew what his wife wanted. Susan, his horny little feral fox wife, wanted to be the most submissive creature in this planet and that’s why he treated her like a pet. He fed his wife estrogen boosting drugs and super foods that made his wife’s ovaries pump her silly little fox brain full of feminine hormones. Susan’s drinking water was spiked with all sorts of energy drink and sports drink powders. Susan licked her lips as she thought about it. She didn’t say no, or opposed her husband's forced diet on her. Susan trusted her husband one hundred percent. She happily licked her pet bowls clean and lovingly ate everything what her husband offered to her.
Susan’s mouth salivated when the tip of her husband’s stiff dick flopped out from his underwear. She waited for her husband to pull his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. Susan stared at Johnny’s juicy meat treat like a dog. The hardened cock eminated it’s musky stench inside Susan’s nostrils, which formed a palm sized puddle inside her mouth. She needed that cock in between her lips but she knew that she wasn’t the head of the house. She couldn’t do what she wanted as she was nothing more than a submissive bitch who waited for her master’s orders. Susan bit her lower lip when she patiently anticipated for the audible signal from her master. Susan let out a high pitched moan to signal Johnny that she was ready to receive her treat. Susan’s mind screamed at her and demanded from her to swallow her husband’s cock, but she couldn’t do that just yet. She had to be patient and wait. The more she had to wait the more dopamine released in her brain. This made Susan more impatient, jittery and horny. Susan imagined herself sucking her master’s cock with her feral vixen tongue. The seconds felt like minutes as Susan had her full focus on her husband’s cock.