Your Wife

A stirring move in the room. Your wife, not yet awake, turns in her sleep so her back is away from you. You grin showing her sleeping body your shinning canines.

She’s a bear like you. A few years younger, but she looks like your wife. Pretty and mature, she walks with a tough swagger, but with enough emphasis is her rear to have any male turn his head. Or Female, as you’ve caught her flirting a couple times. When you ask her however, she tilts her head, looks you in the eye, then whispers into your muzzle, “I’m just messing around.”.

You smile to yourself. You smile to her ass showing is roundness though the thin under sheet.