Making A Marriage Stronger (Deante & Countermeasures)

[Deante]

The Eden Spring subdivision looked like the bullshit dream that all those privileged people wanted. Well-groomed lawns and perfect sidewalks, white picket fences and a fear of loud music. And Tyrone's parents wanted to be here. Damn right he didn't grow up here, he'd be some deadass vanilla stuffed collar tight-ass. Stuck here the last year of high school, now the doberman didn't show up often. When he needed to dodge someone looking for him, when he needed to borrow money, when he was too drunk to drive home and didn't have any homies or honeys to call, when he had a real need for his mom's cooking.

Not that everything here was bullshit. The next street over had a snatch raccoon teen, big titties and daddy issues, and a thirsty AF single mom on the corner. Sadly the lit weasel was working and the rizztail at school.

Tyrone was kicking it, dragging his feet. WIth his pops' back acting up lately he struggled to mow the lawn, but wasn't willing to pay nobody to do it, so his moms wanted Tyrone to do it. And while he'd never tell his boys, the doberman had real trouble saying no to his moms. But when he finally rolled out to do it, the lawnmower would only rev, then die. He tried several times to no avail.

Well he was not going to no store over this, and when he decided to do something he did it. So he had to borrow a neighbor's. Didn't look like any of the other houses had someone home, except the one next door. He didn't think nothing of wearing only a backwards cap and basketball shorts, the cool spring sun nice on his back.

 

[countermeasures]

Charlotte sighed as she ripped another weed out of her flowerbed, carefully plucking it from in between the delicate and colorful flowers. The garden was otherwise looking pristine, the grass had been cut a few days ago, so she was just nitpicking now. She had been alone all day, her partner being out of the house meant she had done some housework without being disturbed, which also meant she had gotten done faster than normal.

That ended up in her getting bored.

To combat that, she had found her garden-gloves in the shed, gotten a small shovel and went to the front wearing an old t-shirt and some comfortable shorts and her sneakers. No need to look cute when she was gonna get dirty anyway.

Her golden fur was spotty with dirt patches, the tips of her ears that were hanging down the sides of her head, slightly dipped into the dirt. The mini cashmere lop rabbit was currently sitting on her lawn, her legs folded underneath her and her ass in the air as she looked for the pesky weeds that had made their way up through the dirt since last time she checked.

She was placed so that her left side was flush with the flowers, her right being towards the street. She hadn’t heard the Doberman walk up their path to the house, focused completely on the weeds that she threw over her shoulder in a small pile.

Charlotte cursed out her ear as she flopped it over her head for the millionth time while she was plucking the weeds out.

“Damn you!” She exclaimed loudly, as it fell back down in her face.

 

[Deante]

All that effort and movement meant those shorts rode lower than they should've. And with her legs folded so, each time she leaned forward the garment drew incredibly tight against her butt. It presented a sight that stopped Tyrone in his tracks. Hips like handlebars and a thigh gap you could fling a bottlecap through. Even a teardrop tail that wiggled on top, no doubt flagging like an exclamation point every time a man hit balls deep.

"Got-damn," the dog said, unable to help himself. "I knew you was sweet, but if I knew you was this much a snack, I'd be looking out the windows more often." Every time he'd seen the rabbit, she was wearing something that didn't telegraph those curves. A cryin' shame. He would've at least tossed a flirt out once or twice--if it took, he'd chase, free or not.

Despite the ogling, he'd barely slipped his sheath, having next to no tent beyond his normal bulge. He at least put his eyes back in his head long enough to say, "But I came over to borrow y'lawnmower, my pops' is busted."

 

[countermeasures]

Her nose wiggled as she finally caught the scent of the dog, freezing up slightly as he spoke. Her tuft of a tail erect as he spoke. Charlotte swallowed as she slowly straightened up, her butt falling back on her heels. She turned her head to see who had more or less snuck up on her.

The Doberman stood with the sun behind him, making hit difficult to see properly, plus he was quite a lot bigger than her. Her muscles unfroze as she pulled off the gloves, plopping them down in front of her.

“Down, boy,” she countered as she took him in. The way his shorts hung on his hips made her tail twitch, combined with the no shirt. In a matter of seconds Char got to her feet. The pup was clearly checking her out, making her dust off the loose dirt that clung to her. “Being a real good boy, huh?” She smirked as she crossed her arms. “It’s in the shed, back there,” throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “I’ll show ya’,” she turned her back to him, very aware of the way her shorts had crawled up in between her cheeks. Choosing to ignore it, letting the dog get a better look as she walked in front of him, swaying her hips slightly more than what was necessary.

It wasn’t like her partner was home, and nothing was going to happen. He was the neighbors pup. But he did look like he could give her a run for her money where her partner lacked. Her pink tongue peeked out running over her lip for a split second at the thought of him with a lot less clothes on. She had never been with a dog, but knew very well what they were capable of.

 

[Deante]

Tyrone wasn't sure how he read this situation. She'd told him to ease up, but the way her hips moved, he reconsidered. Charlotte wanted him to look for sure. That didn't mean anything though. The dog wanted a clearer signal, a yes or no, and he wasn't afraid to push harder.

He followed that sway to the back yard. As she opened the shed, he stepped right up to her, and leaned in enough for his breath to puff off her ear as he took an exaggerated sniff, checking Charlotte's scent. When she turned, he straightened back up, letting his height over her loom. Not in a threat but in a way to highlight all that big, powerful canine potential.

"Thanks. But since I'm in a helping-round-the-house mood, you need any? Your pipes cleaned, holes plugged, anything that needs the dust knocked off it?" Tyrone reached out to brush his finger across one of her lop ears, nudging it out of her face. "'Cuz I'm real handy. Got all this...stamina."

If she said no, that was cool. If she said something to her husband Henry, well fuck that guy, Tyrone didn't care. He'd tear his ass up if the bunny got his panties in a wad about it.

 

[countermeasures]

His sniff made her dip her head to the side, her pulse quickening in her neck. A slight squeak coming from her before she turned towards him, half inside the shed as he offered helping her out. Charlotte knew it was wrong, but it was so tempting, that she actually considered it for a second as they stood there sizing each other up.

“Oh Charlotte, you dumb rabbit,” she said under her breath. Her tail twitching even more in slight excitement as he leaned over her. She barely made it to his chest.

“I might,” she swallowed, “have a few things you can do for me.” She was breathing a lot harder as she stepped up to him, pushing him away from the shed.

She stepped around him without breaking their eye contact and nodded towards the house, stepping up on the back porch. She reached for the handle to the door that led straight into her kitchen. Charlotte left the door open so he could follow her inside, where she led him to the couch inside of the cozy living room. Her heart in her throat at the thought of them messing around inside of her home.

It wasn’t because she disliked her husband or hated him, it was quite the opposite. But there was something missing in their bedroom, but she couldn’t say what. He made her come, that wasn’t the problem. It was how he made her come. It was the same, over and over again. She could literally narrate the whole thing, he was that predictable, and lately her thoughts had been wandering. It wasn’t her fault the confidence the dog in front of her was exuding was just what she had wanted for a while. “I’ve never- I mean with a dog.”

 

[Deante]

Tyrone grinned, not bothering to hide his teeth. He knew that made prey hos wetter. All it took was for him to throw it out there and the girls came right to it.

He followed Charlotte into the rigid little cage, ignoring all the lacy doilies and other boujee shit nobody cared about. she was probably gonna lead them up to the bedroom, how tame. He'd rather go at it over the kitchen counter, across the couch, up against the wall in the hallway. So when she stopped him at the couch, his ears flicked, wondering if she just intended to make out.

The response had the dog barking a laugh. "Well lock in girl, we gonna fix dat." He grabbed her by the tit, squeezing it through her shirt. Tyrone found her nipple so easy, rolling it through his fingers before tugging it. He leaned in, catching the back of her neck with a hand and pulling her close. The dog growled under one of her ears. "You in for a banger. I'm gonna stretch dat pussy good, make you sing."

Then he nipped her ear. Just to see how she reacted to teeth. How rough did this white-bread piece like it?

 

[countermeasures]

The grip he had on her tit made her gasp in surprise, the firm pinch of her nipple between his fingers hurting ever so deliciously. Charlottes body arched into him as she was pushed into the armrest of the couch she was leaning against. His nose touched the underside of her ear as he spoke with an underlying growl to his words.

Everything in her clenched as he practically promised something she’d never experienced. Her tail was twitching furiously now from the pure adrenaline rushing through her as he nipped her ear. Everything in her body screamed for her to run, escape, get out of his grip, but she stayed.

With a beating heart she ran her hand over his taut stomach, her fingertips playing with the elastic band of his shorts, hooking a finger into it and pulling it down ever so slowly, exposing him to her. She pulled back to look him in the eyes, shaking slightly now from the anticipation of him having his way with her.

She had never thought of Tyrone this way, she’d seen him around once in a while, but never really talked to him. She had spoken to his parents over the fence once in a while, but that had been it.

With one hand basically down his shorts and the other bracing herself on the armrest, she leaned in to plant a small kiss to his muzzle, “Now or never, I don’t know when my husband will be home.

 

[Deante]

Later, Henry rounded the block and in moments turned into the driveway. At that moment he was incredibly confident in his marriage and his bedroom prowess, he did everything he thought his wife needed, and the rabbit remained open to her desires. They knew each others' tastes. Henry liked being on bottom or mounting from behind. Oral served as foreplay, or a one-way gesture of wanting to please. The one bit of obvious spice he exhibited were clothes--he preferred her wearing something over being nude, and she could always signal her interest by flaunting a pair of stockings or skimpy panties, immediately spurring him to action. Certainly when they would make love remained the same, and if it were going to happen were the same, a clear communication, wonderfully predictable. That is how a marriage worked after all, excellent communication and knowing one's partner.

He found the garage door yawning open, his wife likely having left it open from working in the yard. His car slid in smoothly rather than the noisy announcement of his arrival. He snagged the plastic bag full of what she wanted him to bring home while he was out.

Henry hesitated at the door into the house. An ear twitched. He heard something but wasn't quite sure what it was. Yet he wasn't concerned as he turned the knob, opening the much quieter interior door.