He goes home to his wife

Brent lay on the bed in his hotel room, idly flipping channels. He wasn’t
paying much attention to the television though, as his thoughts were elsewhere.
“I cheated on my wife…I can’t believe I cheated on my wife…” he thought to
himself. Not only had he cheated on his wife, it had been with another man for
goodness sake!
The strange thing is, he didn’t feel all that guilty about it, not like a cheater is
supposed to feel. The experience had been incredible, like he’d tapped on a
nerve that had been kept silent for years. He wanted to do it again, soon. The
thought of that horse’s huge cock spurting kept replaying over and over in his
mind. Despite his odd mixture of thoughts, he found himself getting slightly
aroused, all over again.
Brent heard the key slide in the lock, the bolt click and the door open. He
tensed – Samantha was back. Was he going to tell her? What would he say? “Hi
honey, I sucked off a horse in the sauna today. How was your workday?” His
mind was a jumble of thoughts.
“Hi hon,” he managed to blurt out as he watched the tigress round the corner
into the room. She was tall for a female, but not overly tall, still an inch or two
shorter than he. Despite the best intentions of her work clothing, that ‘business-
woman’ style, the curvature and downright voluptuousness of her body shown
through like a beacon. Her hips were round, just like the wonderful curve of her
rear, unfortunately hidden by the tan-colored polyester skirt she was wearing.
Her waist wasn’t overly narrow, but proportionate, and he liked her that way, he
had never really been into the stick-thin female look, to him it seemed unhealthy
and just plain unnatural. Her chest was large but not overly so, full and round,
seemingly the theme of her body. Her copper hair cascaded down her back,
currently tied into a ponytail, but not for long as she removed the band holding it
back. She said nothing as she shook her hair free, and smiled at him, eyes
narrowing.
“She knows!” He thought to himself, almost panicking. “Wait, no, how could
she possibly know?” His thoughts trailed away as she removed her blazer,
laying it on the chair by the desk. Her smile never diminished, as she reached
down, paws undoing the button on the back of her skirt, letting it slip to the
ground. “Umm, how was your day, hon?” he asked, his eyes glued to her
undressing form.
The tigress wore only her red-satin panties, white blouse, and presumably her
bra underneath. Her long, tiger-striped tail waved back and forth behind her, in
that predatory sort of way. Brent was definitely aroused again, and this time he
didn’t need to do any imagining. Samantha undid the buttons of her blouse, one
at a time, then slipped it off, laying it atop her blazer. She was indeed wearing
her red-satin bra, the cups containing her sizeable breasts, holding them
together. She stood there for a moment, watching him as he watched her, her
smile wide and eyes lowered. With a pounce she jumped, landing on the bed and
scrambling atop him. Brent giggled and did little to resist, feeling her weight
resting on his body as she straddled his waist.
“My my, something’s gotten you all worked up, hasn’t it?” he rumbled to her,
his hands finding her breasts, massaging them beneath the satin of her bra. She
could have been saying the same to him. He wore only his swim trunks, which
did little to hide his growing excitement.
Samantha nodded, and leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss. He
growled, a lusty growl, his tongue slipping into her mouth, finding hers. His
hands slid from her breasts, down her waist, over the curvature of her ass,
feeling the smooth satin, barely covering her rear. Her tail teasingly flicked over
his fingertips, almost urging them on.
After a moment the tigress broke the kiss, and grinned that same toothy grin
he’d seen at breakfast. She started sliding down him, her legs straddling his,
tracing a clawtip down his chest, then his stomach, until it found the waistband
of his shorts. She hooked into it and pulled them down around his crotch, letting
his erection spring free, slapping up against his belly. “Rrrroowrrrr…” she
hungrily purred, the sound so familiar to him, and yet every time he heard it, it
sent shivers down his spine.
Brent ran his fingers through her copper-red hair as Samantha pulled his shorts
down a bit, leaving them around his thighs. She wrapped a paw around his cock,
angling it up, pulling back his foreskin to expose his head, and unabashedly
wrapping her mouth around the glans. Brent moaned, his back arching, as her
muzzle slid downward, until his entire length rested in her mouth, tip brushing
the back of her throat. He gently caressed the side of her face, gasping,
“Mmmmh, yes…,” as the tigress’s mouth slid upwards, almost off, then down
again, the wonderful wetness of her muzzle sliding along his oversensitive
length.
Brent’s thoughts wandered a bit, and he thought of how only hours earlier,
he’d had a cock in his mouth. He acutely remembered the feel of that hot flesh
sliding against his lips, even as his own cockflesh was caressed by the tigress’
expert muzzle. He groaned, fantasy and reality intermingling, driving his lust
level even higher. He wanted his tigress, badly, more than he had in quite
awhile. He gently eased her head up off his cock, the tigress looking up at him
with a questioning look on her face. He smiled hungrily down at her, sitting up,
sliding out from underneath her. He motioned her to lie on her back, which she
did, smiling at his eagerness, as if this was all her idea, just unfolding exactly as
she’d planned it.
The wolf knelt next to his tigress, reaching down with his paws and taking her
panties by the waistband, and sliding them slowly down around her ankles and
off. Her crotch was white, with a bit of the same coppery-red hair of her head
intermingled, thickening around the lips of her sex. Brent smiled, and spread her
legs a bit, watching as she opened, seeing her entrance for the umpteenth time,
and appreciating it no less than the first. He moved and knelt between her legs,
lifting one up over his shoulder, at the same time leaning down, pressing his
muzzle against her folds of flesh. Her scent filled his nostrils, and he loved it, its
familiarity always making him think of her, of the great sex they have…he
moaned again just from those images, his nose spreading her open a bit, tongue
sliding out to taste her.
Now it was Samantha’s turn to moan, her claw running through Brent’s
headfur, clinching and relaxing as his tongue slid from her entrance, up along
the sensitive flesh, until it found the nub of her clit. She gasped, muttering the
first words she’d said since she came through the door, “Oh baby…,” a whimper
uncharacteristic of her usual demeanor.
He rubbed his tongue against her sensitive nub, letting her feel the slick flesh
of his tongue sliding back and forth quickly over it. Samantha writhed, little
moans and whimpers escaping her lips, her teeth bared not in anger but ecstasy
as her wolf ate her. She caught her breath as he suckled her spot into his muzzle
just a bit, then released, tongue sliding down to her entrance, tasting her flavor,
then back up again.
“Ooohh…,” Samantha moaned, “Oooh baby…baby I want you to fuck
me…please…” Brent smiled from between her thighs. He needed little
prompting. The wolf sat up, scooting forward, taking his wife’s thighs in his
paws and pushing her legs up and apart. He smiled down at her, his wolfcock
bobbing in front of him, dribbling from the fully-exposed tip. “Would you like
to do the honors, love?” He rumbled. She smiled and nodded, reaching down,
taking his erection on her claw, and angling it down, pressing the tip between
her warm lips.
Brent pushed up into her, feeling his cock sliding against the warm, wet folds
of her sex. He rumbled, a deep groan, the feeling perfect, wonderful,
surrounding and massaging him with warmth and acceptance. Samantha purred
as well, her back arching as he entered her, feeling him spreading and filling her
with his warmth and fullness.
Samantha reached up and unhooked her bra, which connected between her
breasts, letting it fall to either side, exposing them fully. Her wide, pink nipples
stood erect, and she rubbed them between her index fingers and thumbs, little
gasps and moans escaping her lips. Brent worked himself in and out of her, in a
not-quite-slow but not-quite fast rhythm, savoring every inch that the hot, stiff
flesh of his cock slid against the slick walls of her wonderful cunt.
Brent sighed deeply with pleasure, looking down at the sexy creature beneath
him, watching her writhe and squirm in that way only a woman can, completely
enthralled in him as he was her. But still, as he looked down, watching his cock
pumping in and out of her, his thoughts wandered to the equine. He wondered,
idly, what the horse looked like when he fucked…presumably another guy…he
closed his eyes, half from the pleasure of his tigress, half to envision that
massively thick stallion-cock parting some poor soul’s ass, spreading him wide
open…
“Oh baby…” Samantha purred, her own eyes closed, back arched, “Baby, I
want you to fuck me doggie-style…please…” She had that tinge of desperation
in her voice, but with her it always came across as sounding like, “Please do
this, or I’ll rip you to shreds.” Not that he minded her request one bit. He pulled
back, his cock slapping wetly against his belly as it slipped from her, and let her
legs down. Samantha smiled, and sat up for a moment, wrapping one arm
around his neck and kissing him deeply again, an embrace he eagerly returned.
After a moment, she gently broke the kiss, and purred, “Baby, you’re the most
wonderful lover in the world.”
The tigress slowly turned over onto her hands and knees, raising her ass high,
tail arched out over her back, her face pressed into the pile of pillows at the head
of the bed. Brent gulped, he had to admit, that was one of the sexiest sights in
the world, to see his tigress like that, her round, beautiful ass facing him,
glistening sex beneath, the pink bud of her anus above. He just had to stare for a
moment, before moving closer, taking his erection, angling it into her sex again,
easing himself inward with a moan of pleasure.
Brent planted his paws on her hips, wrapping them around a bit, pulling her
back onto him as he found his rhythm again, his wolfcock pushing up into her as
deep as he could, sliding out, up in again, slick and glistening with her moisture.
He growled, “Oh sexy…gods yes hon you’re amazing…”, leaning forward, his
hands cupping over her breasts as he pressed his belly to the small of her back.
Samantha’s fingers found her way between her thighs, rubbing at the swollen
nub of her clit. Brent could occasionally feel her clawtip brushing against his
shaft as he entered her, a sensation not altogether unpleasant. He could feel her
wiggling and clinching slightly as she rubbed her self, her breath quickening, her
purring melting occasionally into moaning, blurting out, “Yes…yes just like
that…baby…”
Brent growled deeply, thrusting harder and deeper, his thighs slapping against
the tigress’ buttocks, ripples moving up through the muscle. He could feel
himself getting closer, the quivering of his wife’s cunt around him massaging
him, his thrusting becoming animal, anxious…his paws clung to Samantha’s
breasts, pinching her nipples gently, feeling the swollen flesh between his
fingertips.
“Yes baby…oh yes…”, the tigress cried out, “..yes…oh don’t
stop…ooohhhHHHH!” Suddenly her sound was cut off, her whole body tensing
as her orgasm crashed over her, her sex squeezing tightly around the wolf’s
pulsing cock. After a moment she at last released her breath, a loud, “OOOHH!”
all that she could conjugate. Her finger rubbed rapidly at her clit, desperately,
carrying herself through the waves of pleasure.
Brent growled, unable to contain himself, pounding hard at the warm, wet hole
around him, his balls tight against his lupine body. “Yeah baby…oh hon I’m
gonna cum…oooohhhHHRRR!” His eyes squeezed shut as his cock tensed and
spurt, emptying himself into her in a rush of wonderful release, every tensing jet
feeling as if it came from the bottom of his balls. His paws inadvertently dug
into his wife’s chest, clinching at her, though in her state she didn’t seem to
mind much. Even as his mind was overwhelmed with the pleasure of emptying
himself into his wife, he had a vision, a flash, thinking about Karl, that stud’s
huge cock spurting up inside his lover’s ass, filling him the way the stallion had
filled his mouth. He wondered what that felt like, to be on the receiving end.
With a gasp, he opened his eyes, returning to the scene at hand. His rhythm
had slowed, his shaft becoming sensitive, until at last he stopped, just holding
himself inside the wonderful warmth and wetness of his tigress. He turned her
head, opening her eyes as well, looking up at him with that satisfied smile,
almost smug.
“Mmm, love, you’re wonderful,” she said softly, grinding her butt against
Brent’s crotch, as if trying not to let him out. Her tail swished back and forth
across his chest teasingly.
Brent leaned down, nuzzling and kissing the side of his wife’s cheek. “You,
love,” he said, “are the sexiest woman in the world.”
"hmmmm.... I know" she giggled a little at herself.
"and there's something I need to share with you."