The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Lenore is Added to the Family

“Well, fuck!” I’d said when Lenore told me she wanted to be a part of my what? Life? Family? Sharing my husband, on a permanent basis?

“I’d give you all my paychecks, and any of the money I receive for breeding puppies, Miss Pussycat. I don’t expect you to support me.”

“Don’t call me Miss Pussycat. This is no time for games. We’re not talking about fucking for fun anymore. This is serious business. You can’t give us all of your money. What if it doesn’t work out. Don’t be stupid. You still need to stand up for yourself and your needs, now and in the future.”

“Yes, Miss Pu…..” I glared at her. “I’m sorry, Jessica. Could you see a way for us to live together?”

“I don’t know. I have to think about it, and I obviously need to talk to Sean about it. This isn’t only my decision, no matter what it is.”

“But you would consider it, and not dismiss it out of hand?”

“I don’t dismiss anything out of hand. If I did, I’d probably never have started fucking wolves.”

“A fair hearing. That’s all I ask for.”

I could see a lot of problems arising out of such a relationship, but there might be benefits to be had as well. Shared cooking, cleaning, child care, for some. Less sex with my husband, a negative, but if Sean was really opening up to me fucking other wolves like Quinn on occasion, maybe not a total wrench. Past that first weekend, I kind of liked Lenore. Things had gone much more smoothly once she accepted she was a shit show as a Domme, but a good slut as a submissive. Or maybe she thought Sean would treat her all the time the way he did this week, having her fuck different men every day, getting triple and double penetrated all of the time.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

We both heard Robin getting reamed upstairs, getting her pussy rearranged by Rene’s big dick, begging to be fucked, which brought up another point. The timing of this. If Lenore thought every day was going to be like this week was, with guest Doms fucking her several times a day, she was sadly mistaken.

I knew that this week was an aberration of sorts, a kind of an introduction to submission and now you’re a slut, so be a good girl or get your bare ass spanked. But this week wasn’t normal. This was establishing boundaries at the beginning.

“You do know that this week isn’t normal, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you may not fuck people other than the people in this house at all in the future. Other than a few women, and the occasional wolf as a demonstration for potential breeders like you, and all of this far away from home, I haven’t done any of this shit with Sean before. No fucking of other males, no going out where I live and acting like a total slut. Most of our weekends were just us, playing with each other, with maybe Brigitte, Alicia, or possibly Gretchen thrown in. That’s it. Once I started having sex with Sean, I became exclusive to him Even when he took over as my Dominant, I hadn’t been double or triple penetrated at all, until he was showing you what you could expect at the extremes of your submission. That’s not normal. If you think it’s going to be like this week all the time, it won’t. It’s more subtle, less in your face.

“The Lush in your pussy and a leash, going out to eat; unlikely, unless we’re on vacation, or at least fifty or more miles from home. Maybe going out to buy some slutty clothes, but not exposing yourself in the dressing room. That stuff is too dangerous where you live, in terms of fucking up your reputation. The guy you knew, who saw you on a leash outside the restaurant. One guy, and it might blow over as a prank, or lost bet. If you do that all the time, your friends, neighbors and co-workers are going to start looking at you, and treating you, far differently than they did before.

“You may not care, but I did. I never went around Bath or Brunswick on a leash, or with a collar that said ‘Sean’s Pet’. That was for the privacy of my home or hundreds of miles away where I had no reputation to ruin. I did it a couple times in Portland, but it was unlikely I’d see people I knew in Portland. That’s changing. I live a lot closer to Portland than I did before. I’m unlikely to continue that behavior on a regular basis, so if you think your life is going to be like this week, it won’t. It will be a lot more domestic, and less getting fucked and spanked constantly and cumming twenty times a day.”

“How many times could I expect to cum every day?”

“I was usually good for four or five orgasms every time I had sex, I suppose, but even before you, I was sharing Sean with Alicia and Brigitte, because they’re not pregnant all the time. We usually had sex at least once a day, and sometimes twice, particularly weekends, and especially weekends of submission, and if I didn’t get to fuck Sean, I might get some pussy time in with one of the wolves, but adding you, and the attention a submissive needs from her Master, that will probably go down. It will go down for you too. Sean doesn’t arrange stand-in Masters for when he’s at work. That was special, just for your training. Most of my days were spent taking care of the house, cooking, running or other exercise, and self defense. But normally, you’d be at work anyway, so not much would change from your normal routine, except now, you’d hope to be fucking my husband on a regular basis.”

“So, you don’t want me to join you?”

“I’m not saying that. I don’t know what I want. I haven’t had time to process your request and think about all the ways it’s going to impact me, and my family; the one I have, and the one I will have.” I rubbed my tummy. “But you should know, that even if you did, it wouldn’t look like the last week looked. You might get bored, though I can’t say that with certainty. You’d probably get more sex than you were having, but most of it might be of the female variety. Sean is good, but he’s not a wolf. He doesn’t get an erection smelling our arousal, and a perpetual hard-on if we’re fertile.”

Sasha came wandering in, maybe curious what Lenore had decided to do, and certainly wondering what we were talking about.

“Did you come to a decision, Lenore?” Sasha asked. “Are you going to have puppies for the pack?”

“Lenore is considering four puppies, but she also wants to move in here and have a child with Sean,” I said.

“You don’t seem particularly upset,” Sasha said. “At least you’re not rolling around on the floor trying to scratch her eyes out.”

“We don’t have regular fights for Dominance,” I said.

“Maybe you should. One of you will need to be the female alpha of the house.”

“Hopefully, we can figure that out without clawing eyes out. We don’t heal like wolves.” I looked at Lenore. “I could probably beat the shit out of her if I had too. Brigitte has trained me well.”

Sasha laughed. “Not healing is a disadvantage to fighting for your place in the pecking order.”

“Jessica would have to be alpha,” Lenore said. “Her mate is my Master and the male alpha.”

“That’s sweet, and maybe that will help, you accepting me as senior bitch, but I haven’t made up my mind what’s in the best interests of me, my mate, and my puppy yet,” I said. “I’m still thinking about it, and I have to confer with my mate. I’d like to hear what he has to say on the subject.”

“If it were me,” Sasha said, “I’d have put the bitch on the ground with my teeth around her neck, pleading for my mercy. It’s not a matter for Rene to consider at all. It’s between us bitches, alone.”

I laughed. “That’s one way to handle it, but I think I’ll still listen to your son’s opinion. If I don’t like what he has to say, I can whip his ass too.”

“There you go,” Sasha said, “a take charge bitch. I hope you do breed for us, Lenore. I suppose I’ll let Jessica deal with mutiny in the ranks.”

“This does call for some serious discussion. When Maisie comes tonight to be told about wolves, I think Alicia, Brigitte, you and Rene should take charge of the discussion. Brigitte has witnessed how I do it enough times she should be able to handle it. Plus, Maisie is nominally Alicia’s submissive. I think Sean intended that this bitch get well fucked by you or Rene or both tonight, maybe get her ass swatted a few times by another hand. Make sure you use her mouth frequently. She still needs practice.”

“We can handle that,” Sasha said. “I’ll be happy to lay my hands on her.”

“I think I’ll order food in. I don’t feel like cooking, considering. I want to think about things. Let Brigitte know what you want to eat. She knows the local places we can get good food from.”

“We’ll take care of it. Come along, bitch,” Sasha said.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good answer, Pet.”

I had a quick bite for lunch before I went up to our bedroom. Our bedroom, my bedroom with my husband. I could still smell Sean’s shampoo and aftershave on his pillow. I could still scent Lenore’s perfume and shampoo on hers, and the scent of fucking, still permeated the sheets, even though we hadn’t used our bed last night and I wasn’t a wolf. It must have been from Quinn fucking both submissive sluts yesterday before we went to the restaurant. I figured that meant it was time to change the sheets. No point in Sean smelling the evidence of his wife with another male.

I changed the linens and started a load of laundry, then lay down on the fresh bed and thought long and hard about Lenore’s request; pros, cons, what-ifs, all the things I might like about the arrangement, and all of the things that could go so terribly wrong.