WHAT GOES BUMP IN THE NIGHT -- (CLAIMING/AT WILL)

The brunette temptress was in search of her handsome man. Things had blown up recently between the two, and she wanted to make up for it. The pups were yearlings now so they no longer needed her constant attention. Now she could set her sights on her husband, the one and only man she loved. She followed his scent, eye brows raised as she came across the borders of the notorious battle field. Why he came to this place she didn't know. At fist she had suspected him of being unfaithful, but that thought quickly faded away. Why would he cheat on her? She was gorgeous, devilish, sensual, a total fucking babe. Tongues rolled out of mouths when she strolled by, males stopped and stared as her luxurious frame swaying from side to side. Her hips rocked at a perfect rhythm, her baby blue eyes adding to her breath taking features. The doubts were leaving her mind; then everything went to hell. The scene she came across twisted her insides to knots, made her heart drop into her stomach. Three females rubbing themselves all over each other in front of her man. Hackles rose instinctively as she looked towards him. His gaze was locked on the trio and it was obvious he had no intentions of leaving. So, he wanted a show? He would get one. "Baby doll." She cooed, slithering up to her man. She rubbed her frame against his own, icy eyes looking up in search of his own. Her head snapped toward the three women before her. "You want a show hmmm? How about you watch your wife involve herself in this little orgi? I'd love to get you off." Something inside her burned wildly, it was an odd feeling she usually only felt toward males. If he wanted a show she would give him one. She removed herself from his body as she slithered towards the trio, hips rocking in sync as they swayed from side to side. Her and Gerhardt had not involved themselves in intercourse yet, so why not tempt her cravings with a few broads?