My Canid Wife

Then I started working on her asshole which was also covered in pearly nastiness. I’d never been this close to any girl’s funky bumhole before. Sure, I’ve seen hers during doggy-style, but never touched one, never smelled one, and certainly never licked one.

Once the scum was gone it was basically just skin, albeit wrinkly and darker than the rest.

When I felt we’d gotten it all I was emotionally exhausted. Still not feeling she was clean I suggested we take a shower. Luna laughed nervously, “Oh right. I didn’t think of that.” Then She got serious, “Oh, I’m sorry babe.”

In the shower I cleaned her thoroughly, spending as much time hugging her as sponging her. When we finally felt normal again we stood in the steamy water for awhile, with clasped hands.

She ventured tentatively, “I’m sure you hated his stuff. But did you mind licking me there?”

I’ve licked her pussy many times and she knows I like it, which meant she was asking about her ass. “Well, you’ve been smelling me for about a month now…and you’ve even licked mine a few times… so, no, I actually didn’t mind.”

She wiggled her butt against my dick. “Did you not mind enough to do it again?”