Chapter 5

“She can’t still have them, can she?” Michelle thought to herself, as she walked across the guest room, and opened the door a crack, peeking out into the dark living room. Confident that nobody else was awake, Michelle slipped out into the living room, in just her bra, hunting for the matching garment to her favorite Victoria’s Secret set.

She stood silently, staring at the spot in the middle of the living room, where everything took place just a few hours ago, and a shudder ran through her body. She looked on the fireplace hearth, the small table next to J.J.’s chair, the couch, but saw no trace of the powder blue bikinis.

Not one to easily give up, Michelle got on her hands and knees, and checked under the couch and J.J.’s chair, somewhat oblivious to the fact that except her bra, she was buck-ass naked. To see under the couch, she had to put the left side of her face on the floor, with her ass high in the air for balance, her arm sweeping under the couch in hopes of feeling the silky blue material.

What she felt, however, was something entirely different. In her determined search, she never heard King enter the room, until she felt his cold wet nose pushing into the crack of her ass, and his long, warm tongue swiping over her already wet pussy.

“KING! NO!” Michelle whisper-shouted, and quickly spun herself around, planting her ass on the living room carpet, and leaning back against the couch. This put her in a position of looking eye to eye with King, who was standing between her bent legs, with a somewhat sad expression on his face from being reprimanded.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” cajoled Michelle, rubbing his head and scratching behind his ears. His tail wagged at the change in tone and show of affection, and he licked her face, causing another shudder to run through Michelle’s body, as she thought about where that tongue has been.

That’s when she saw the light blue ball of fabric lying on the floor next to her. She picked it up and immediately felt the damp spot on the material, most likely from King carrying them out to her in his mouth. Then she saw the yellowish stains on the inside of the gusset and remembered Julie and King’s combined cum dripping onto the fabric, the previous night. While badly soiled, Michelle was very happy about finding her favorite panties and knew that it was nothing a good washing couldn’t fix.

“Good boy, King!” Michelle whispered enthusiastically. She leaned forward, and kissed King high on his snout, between his eyes, then held the top of his head against her chest and rubbed his belly. This is how Michelle has hugger her own dog since she was a little girl, and King seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Chico. What Michelle didn’t think about, however, is that she never hugged Chico like this while being mostly naked, the realization hitting her about the same time King’s long, wet tongue snaked out and swiped at her pussy again.