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Vegan Hubby & Boi-Wife
“Hey,” the foghorn sounding voice answered.
“Hi, Brahmin,” the licensed vocational nurse smiled. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Uhhhhh…Surprise me.”
“You got it!”
“Where you at, baby?”
“Farmer’s market.”
“Cool. Let me finish this work up.”
“Love you, husband!”
“Love you too, boi-wife.”

Brahmin Easley went back to modifying the database structure. He was attempting to make the customer relationship management software more usable by the front line employees. He imagined what his fruity boi-wife was up to, He forced himself to focus on work. He had two more hours to go. The six-foot-two, two-hundred-four-pound, 28 year-old stretched his neck and got back to work.

The boi-wife selected sweet potatoes for tonight’s dinner. He also grabbed a garlic clove before heading over to purchase the produce. Ellery was a few years older than his handsome, light-skinned, well-toned hubby. He hauled the cloth shopping bag to his deep green metallic 2009 BMW 5.28i with beige leather seats. He started the vehicle and drove to the pet store.

Ellery sashayed through the store. He moved like a graceful gazelle. His slim waist and round onion booty attracted the attention of a large, mature Black man. Ellery found a bag of grain-free dry dog food. His hips swayed as he went back to the front. He swiped his debit card to pay.

There was a big Negro smoking a cigarette outside. “Hey, there,” he said.
“Hi,” Ellery replied.
“You got a fine li’l ass on you!”
“Thank you!”
“You got a man?”
“Yes, sir,” the five-foot-six, copper-skinned dude admitted.
“He bahis siteleri canlı lucky then!”
“We both are,” Ellery yelled back walking to his car.

Ellery unlocked the door of the one-bedroom apartment. He saw his golden-colored American cocker spaniel, Bingo, panting beneath Brahmin’s silvery-blue greyhound with dark streaks, Rascal. Both dogs were male, but Bingo was a complete submissive bitch to Rascal. Rascal was humping Bingo. The a****ls paid Ellery no mind.

Ellery poured some dog food in the bowls. He washed his hands with the lemon-scented hand soap in the kitchen sink. He gathered pots and pans to start cooking.

Brahmin had been a vegan since hurting his knee in college. Ellery had not gone full vegan, but after meeting his fine ass husband, he was now a vegetarian.

Brahmin got a stopping point. He backed away from his standing desk and took his lunch cooler with him. He rode down the elevator and went to the very far end of the parking lot. He got into his white 2015 souped-up Ram 1500 truck. The engine roared as he started it up. He pulled up the app on his phone to look at the security cameras. He saw Rascal and Bingo eating. He also saw Ellery bending down at the oven.

Brahmin said, “Hey, boi-wife.”

Ellery jumped. The canines became alert.

“Did I startle you,” chuckled the man.
“A little,” Ellery caught his breath.
“I’m about to head home. Is dinner ready?”
“It will be in 10 or 15 minutes.”
“What’d you make, boi-wife?”
“Sweet potato shepherd’s pie. It’s got lentils, mushrooms, snow peas, and yellow casino siteleri onions.”
“That shit sounds good!”
“I think you’ll like it!”
“I love how you just so submissive for me!”
“Thank you, Brahmin!”
“See you in a few,” the man put the vehicle in gear and started driving.

Brahmin Easley shifted in his seat to relieve the pressure from his hardening 8-inch dick. He crept along the highway that was at a near standstill from the rush hour traffic. He thought about how he met Ellery and ended up falling for the svelte, sensual bottom boi. He could not wait to get home.

Brahmin opened the door, The dogs ran to him. He patted their heads. “Hey, Ellery,” he yelled.

“I’ll be right out,” screamed the part-time nurse.
“Smells good in here!”

Ellery appeared dressed in a pink ruffled G-string.

“Ooh wee, boi-wife! Fix me a plate,” demanded Brahmin.

Ellery scurried and complied with the order. He also grabbed a bottle of Red Stripe from the refrigerator.

Brahmin sat at the dinette table. “You not eating?”
“No. I’m not hungry right now. I ate earlier.”
“Okay,” the man began. “This is good as hell, boi-wife!”
“Thank you, Husband!”

Brahmin tore up the dinner. Ellery made him a second helping and got him another brewski.

Afterwards, Brahmin burped. “You ready to get fucked, boi-wife?”
“Yes, I am,” cooed Ellery.
“Let me take the dogs out. Be on the bed ass in the air when I get back.”

Brahmin came back in the apartment. He went to the bedroom.

Ellery was shaking his tail.

“Look at that, round ass,” opined Brahmin.
“You like it, daddy?”
“Hell canlı casino yeah, faggit!”
“Thanks, Husband!”

Brahmin slapped the ass cheeks. He spat on Ellery’s brown hole. He munched on the smooth butt crack.

Ellery squirmed. His slim, 9-inch cock got hard.

“You excited,” announced Brahmin as the stroked the fag stick.
“Yes, daddy!”

WHAP.

Brahmin slapped the back of Ellery’s head.

“Ride me,” the computer genius howled.

Brahmin maneuvered. The bottom half of his body was on the mattress. His torso was off the edge of the bed.

Ellery mounted him and started riding. The boi-wife jerked his pretty dick.

“Damn, boi-wife,” yelped Brahmin
“Fuck me, Husband!”
“Yeah, faggit!”
“Oh, daddy! I love you!”
“I love you too, boi-wife!”

Ellery bounced. The pups ran into the bedroom. They watched as Brahmin and Ellery did the do.

The humans changed their position. Ellery rested his elbows on a pillow. Brahmin lifted the punk’s body up and went back to pounding.

“Oh, baby! Fuck me,” whined the sissy.
“Yeah, boi-wife!”

Rascal mounted Bingo.

Bingo whizzed as the greyhound entered his poop shoot.

“Gimme this boipussy, boi-wife,” Brahmin demanded.
“Yes, sir,” cried Ellery.
“You wanna have my babies?”
“Yes, sir! I wanna get pregnant.”
“You my li’l boi-wife baby mama!”
“Oh, shit! Yes, I am!”
“Take this dick, faggit!”
“Oh god! I’m gonna have your baby!”
“Yeah, bitch! We changing biology! It’s gonna be twins.”
“Fuck my sissy ass!”
“Dammit, boi-wife! I’m cumming!”

Brahmin busted his load in Ellery.

The relaxed on the bed for a few minutes until Brahmin announced he needed to pee.

Ellery went into the bathroom with his husband. He knelt in front of the toilet. He held on to Brahmin’s flaccid penis.

Brahmin let the stream go.

Ellery was dripping with piss.

“Damn, boi-wife,” grunted Brahmin.

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