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Mrs. Otterton loved the way that Emmitt felt inside her, almost as much as she loved him. She loved the way he thrust into her, pulled out halfway, slammed back, withdrew until only his head remained, slammed back in…over, and over, rubbing her clit with his thumb on occasion as her legs wrapped around his waist and she whimpered. “Emmitt, ohhh, fuck!” Sometimes he’d fuck her hard after a long day’s work and she’d simply lie there and hold onto him and let him do what he wanted, savoring every inch of him that graced her pussy, injecting enough pleasure into her to make her eyes cross, her vision blurry, her mind wander off…

She thought of Nick. Of the way Nick bit her shoulders and her neck. Of the times he’d flipped her over and gone to town on her while she pawed desperately at the sheets.

“Almost there, honey,” Emmitt said. Mrs. Otterton snapped back into reality. His cock was hilted completely inside of her now, and he ground his hips against her, edging out a happy squeak from her throat. “Do you want me to finish?”

“I—I—um—” Mrs. Otterton stammered. She was Mrs. Otterton, wasn’t she? Emmitt’s wife. There was no other name that the people in her life called her by. There was nothing she wanted more—no one else she wanted to be. And yet. “I need a few more minutes, I think.”

Emmitt huffed. Inside of her, his cock twitched, making her squirm. He wouldn’t last long at this rate.

She wasn’t even close to orgasm.

She leaned forward and brought her arms around Emmitt’s neck and pulled him down, licking and sucking on his throat, eliciting a healthy groan from him.

She closed her eyes. She focused on his dick.

His dick. Way bigger than she could have imagined. And it made so much pre, like it was drooling, which made her feel like she was just a—a meal, or something. And no one had paid her so much attention since she was a young lady, and God did she miss the kind of sex that he gave her.

Emmitt withdrew a few inches. He slammed himself back in.

Mrs. Otterton’s back arched. She cried at the ceiling. She thought of the way he would growl before he came, the way his muzzle twitched as he got closer and closer, and how it would pull back to reveal his fangs…

She knew she was a pred. An omnivore, really, because otters only ever ate fish in savage times. But she felt like nothing but a frail little bunny in his grip. In Nick’s.

Nick…

He was so handsome and charming. Everything she’d always liked about foxes. He made her feel so young she would worry for a second about getting pregnant after he’d cum inside her, even though she passed that point a while ago. But imagine if she could…

Mrs. Otterton screamed as her orgasm hit. It came in deep, writhing waves that started in her pussy and traveled their way to the rest of the body, making her legs stretch out and stiffen and shake, making her chest tremble, her eyes widen and roll back. Her pussy contracted and pulsed and pulled Emmitt in and he said something, but she couldn’t hear, and suddenly there was a warmth that was flooding into her and she was cumming harder, making fitful grunts of passion as she grit her teeth and groaned in order to avoid saying the name that she was so close to screaming, and that was—Nick! Nick, oh, fuck, Nick!

The fox stayed vivid in her mind, pulling out of her and moving up so he could lightly straddle her chest. The sight of his dick made her shiver every time, so close that she could smell herself on him. The noise of frantic rubbing as he jerked himself onto her face was like music to her ears. The feeling of his cum splattering her face and her tits—because he always paid special attention to her tits—it was the closest thing to drugs she’d ever experienced. She was addicted.

She was addicted.

When she came to, Emmitt was sleeping beside her, happily cooing at something in his dreams.

Mrs. Otterton sat up. Across the room was their vanity, and she met her reflection in the mirror.

She was addicted and she needed to quit.

Nick came over the next day. He showed up at her door wearing a light green blazer with a black v-neck shirt underneath that exposed the fluffy bits of his chest fur. He grinned at her when he saw her, and her legs felt like they’d been turned to jelly.

Emmitt was off doing something, she wasn’t sure, most likely maintaining the shop, but wherever he was, he’d be gone for a couple of hours. She told Nick this as they sat on the couch.

“That’s good,” he said. He leaned back, his legs spreading. She could see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. “Gives us plenty of time to have some fun together.”

“About that…” she said. She lost her words for a moment. The bulge in his jeans twitched. “Um. Uh—”

“Something wrong, Mrs. O?” Nick asked. There was a slyness in his voice that made her shiver. It also made her somewhat terrified. What would he say? What if he was upset? What if he decided to just—to fuck her anyway? What if she let him?

“D-Did you get the chance to have any coffee before you came over?” she blurted.

“Plenty,” Nick said. He grinned. “You know I want to be wide awake for the rest of the day.”

Mrs. O nodded.

“Well?” Nick asked. “Something wrong?”

She began to nod, but stopped herself.

She moved closer to him. When she came near enough, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her the rest of the way, till their legs were touching and the side of her face was leaned against his chest. She sighed, in relief and in exasperation. Her paws lowered, and in a practiced second of motion she pulled down his pants and fished his cock out of the fly of his underwear.

“Oh, darlin’,” Nick drawled, leaning his head back as her paws went to work, “no one does it like you.”

“Otter paws,” said Mrs. O, mechanically. “They’re good at stroking.”

“I know all too well.”

Nick let out another sigh as she slid one paw over the head of his cock and rubbed along his shaft with the other, twitching slightly as she did. It was so warm.

“So, Nick,” she said. Her voice swayed between confident and frail. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Shoot,” he said. His hips bucked a couple of times, and he groaned again. She began to jerk him off a little faster, working his shaft with one paw and using her other to stroke his thigh. Pre was starting to drool out of his head.

She licked her lips. “I think we need to stop this.”

“Why rush, Mrs. O?” Nick asked. “I thought your hubby wasn’t gonna be here for a while.”

“Not the pawjob,” Mrs. O said. Her eyes were trained on his cock now, watching how it throbbed in her paws, and how tiny they looked in comparison. She was starting to pant.

There came a deep longing from within her. She needed it inside.

But, came a voice in her head. But she was a good wife. And she would see this through.

“I’m talking about all of it,” said Mrs. O. “You and me. Having sex. We have to stop.”

“For how long?” Nick asked, sounding unconcerned. “If you’re going on vacation or something, we can just video call while Mr. O is in the shower.”

“No, Nick,” she said, turning to face him as her paw still worked him. “I mean forever.”

For a moment, there was a look in Nick’s eyes that she didn’t recognize. Dismay? Disappointment? Then his eyes changed into something else—they turned calculating. Cold and logical, like a fishing otter creeping along a river, looking for easy game to snatch out of the water.

Then, like nothing had happened, he looked as sly as always.

Nick smiled. “Sure thing, Mrs. O.”

Mrs. O’s paw stopped as she sighed in relief. “Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course!” Nick said. His smile grew a little wider, showing off his stark white teeth. “It’s not like we’re under contract or anything. Just two adults having fun, right? This is just like if we were playing a game of chess and you wanted to stop.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. O said.

She was doing it! She was doing the right thing, even though it was so hard, and it was still throbbing in her paw and her paw was stroking it again, and Nick’s arm, wrapped around her waist, drew back so he could stroke her inner thigh.

“N-Nick?” she asked.

“What?” Nick asked back. He tilted his head. “I figured we’d stop after today.”

“No, I meant—” Mrs. O pulled her paw away from his cock and put it in her lap. She ignored the fact that her paw was covered in his pre-cum, and was now making a wet spot on her thigh where it rested. “I meant right now,” she said.

“Ah,” Nick said. His paw didn’t pull away, however. It went further up, slowly, until his fingers rested where her pussy was, behind her pants. “Well, do you want to screw one last time? For old times sake?”

“I—” Mrs. O swallowed. His fingers slowly applied pressure, and they began to stroke in upward motions, rubbing her pussy in the way that he knew drove her crazy. She could feel her panties—how wet they were growing.

“Come and feel how hard I am,” he said.

She reached for his cock. “Oh, wow.”

“That’s all for you, Mrs. O.”

“Ohh, god,” Mrs. O said as his fingers applied more pressure. “Oh, Nick…”

“Want me to fuck you one last time?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, and her stomach suddenly felt like it’d been turned upside down. She was gross. She was unfaithful. She was completely, utterly helpless when he was near her.

She loved it, though.

Nick growled in pleasure, grabbing her wrist and making her stroke him more firmly, and faster. Pre trailed down from the tip of his cock, inevitably getting spread over his shaft by her paw. Mrs. O moaned, and not because he was rubbing her pussy. Even just looking at him like this was enough. She could cum from this if she wanted…

“No, wait,” Nick said. “You know what? You’re right. We should stop.”

He slid away from her, and it nearly made her cry.

In just a few moments his pants were on and he was adjusting his blazer. He winked at her. “I’ll see you around, I guess?”

“No!” Mrs. O cried. She reached out for him, realized what she was doing, and then covered her mouth.

How could she be such a—a slut? How did she get here, thirsting for a cock that didn’t belong to her husband? And it was like the entire universe was stacked against her, laughing as she tried to find the words—the sentence that would make him come back and put it inside of her, but retain at least some of what little dignity she had left.

She squirmed as Nick waited for an answer. She could hear herself whining. She could hear a laugh building in him as he said, “What’s wrong?”

This was wrong. All of it. She loved her husband. She loved Emmitt with all of her heart and she thought she was going to go crazy when she thought she lost him to all the shit that happened with Bellwether and nighthowler.

But now that she had him back, she was squandering it. Every second, every time he squeezed her hand or came up behind her to kiss her neck or playfully grabbed one of her tits when the kids weren’t looking, she was thinking of Nick. Of Nick’s much stronger grip, of his teeth on her throat, of the way he played with her nipples and casually remarked on how huge her breasts were, proportionally, and that he wanted to paint them like they deserved.

She deserved Nick. She didn’t deserve Emmitt. Sweet, loving Emmitt. Emmitt who believed every word, every lie that came out of her whore mouth.

“Mrs. O,” Nick said. “You okay?”

She smiled at him, quivering. “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good host if I didn’t finish what I started, right?”

He beamed. She could probably see her own reflection in his teeth.

He came to her, every step making her heart beat faster and faster.

They were very good at taking their clothes off. His cock was on her face in what felt like seconds. She breathed in, savoring the way he smelled and how heavy and god, just, dominant, his scent was. Her lips parted. She leaned forward, dragging her tongue along the shaft. She could feel his pulse if she closed her lips around him and let his cock rest in her mouth. Part of her wanted to do just that. Maybe she would later.

Right now, she just wanted him to mark her.

“Rub it on my face,” she said. “And my tits. Please?”

“I’d love to, Mrs. O,” he said, “but you gotta take your top off first.”

“Oh!” She laughed, looking down at her shirt, still covering her torso. “Oh, silly me.”

Nick chuckled. He pressed his cock on her lips. “Lean forward.”

She did, sliding him further into her mouth, feeling just how warm it was, like a freshly made churro…this was so much better, though. She resisted her urge to gag as the dick in her mouth got closer to her throat. She pressed forward, deeper and deeper, until her nose was buried in his pube fur, and she was leaned so forward she had to place her paws on his hips to keep balance.

Nick let out a little growl of pleasure. “Good girl. Let’s get this top taken care of.”

He bent forward and scrunched up the back of her sweater and tugged it upwards until it rested on top of her breasts. Then he undid her bra. Practiced. Efficient.

“There we go,” he said.

He grabbed her head and pushed gently, withdrawing his dick from her mouth until it came free with a small popping sound. Mrs. Otterton licked her lips.

“You like that?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

He didn’t seem to care, though. He came forward and took hold of her halfway taken-off top, yanking it off her body and throwing it to hang off the arm of the couch

“Nick!” she said. She grabbed the sweater and folded it quickly before putting it back.

“Sorry, Mrs. O,” he said. “I’m just excited to give you a facial. Make you look prettier than you normally do.”

Mrs. O giggled. “Oh, I don’t want you to get it on my face today, sweetheart.”

“Then…?”

“Here,” she said, squeezing her own tits. “And here,” she said, putting a paw on her throat. “I would love to smell like you. Before I wash it all off, at least.”

Nick smirked. “Consider it done, darlin’.”

He moved his hips forward, letting his cock enter the space between her tits, lazily thrusting between them as she cooed. She’d always had particularly large breasts, proportionally, but she never really heard compliments from them until this.

Affair, said her mind. An affair. Say the word. You’re having an affair.

Nick put a paw on the small of her back and urged her forward until she was on the edge of the couch. He took his cock into his paw and began to stroke it, spreading his legs for balanced, On occasion he would stop to rub the head on each of her nipples, smiling at how the sensation made her giggle.

“Never fucked a girl who didn’t love my cock,” he said. “But I’ll tell you something—hah, fuck—Mrs. O, no girl loves my cock as much as you.”

Mrs. O blushed. “I doubt that’s true.”

“Ma’am, I’ve never said anything more true in my life.” His stroking became faster. He began to curl in on himself, the speed of his paw increasing. “Fuck, fuck—ohhh, can’t wait to mark you.”

She put her paws on his legs, squeezed his thighs, licked her lips. “Please…”

“Shit, here it comes!”

There was a jostling at the front door.

Mrs. O’s blood went cold.

Nick, however, was smooth as always. She watched as he turned around, his beautiful tail swishing as he pulled his pants up, and before Emmitt opened the door, he was leaned up against the other side of the couch.

“Might wanna tidy yourself, darlin’,” he said.

Mrs. O nearly asked him what he meant by that, but the door opened, and the breeze it sent through the house brushed over her bare tits. She gasped.

She pulled her top over her chest and stuffed her bra underneath the couch cushions.

“Honey?” came Emmitt’s voice from the foyer. “I see an extra pair of shoes. Do we have visitors?”

“It’s just me, Mr. Otterton,” Nick said. “I happened to be in the neighbourhood today and remembered your lovely wife telling me about her favorite cafe at the end of the block. Figured I’d come by and invite her for a cup and some pastries.”

“Oh, Officer Wilde!” Emmitt said. He walked into the living room, as happy as a wolf presented with a ball. “Good to see you! You’re talking about Apawture Coffee, right? We love going there.”

“Your wife was just telling me about it,” Nick said. “I’m excited.”

Mrs. Otterton found her voice. “Hi, honey,” she said, dying inside at how sweet she sounded. She was going to get herself covered in another man’s seed not even five minutes ago. “You’re home early! Is everything okay at the store?”

“Just peachy,” Emmitt said. He winked at her. “Just forgot to grab my lunch.”

He waved at Nick and walked over to her, and she went to kiss him. His breath was light and minty.

Emmitt put a paw on her cheek. “How are things?”

“Fine,” Mrs. Otterton said. “They’re more than fine, actually. I was thinking of taking Mr. Wilde up on his invitation, so at least I won’t be stuck at home all day waiting for the kids to get off school.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll pick up the kids. You just go and have fun.”

His paw was so warm. She leaned into his touch, looking into his eyes, full of nothing but love for is loyal, adoring, beautiful wife and mother of his children.

Mrs. O glanced at Nick. “Okay.”

“So, this is it.”

Mrs. O took a sip of coffee. The air outside was nice and cool. “Yes,” she said. “This is it.”

“Hey, remember the first time I fucked you in the ass?”

Mrs. O looked around, face hot and blushing, for anyone who might be listening to her and Nick. Luckily, the park near the coffee shop was a quiet one, and only really inhabited by those who lived in the neighbourhood, most of whom were currently at work, like Emmitt.

She glared at Nick, who was sitting close to her, all snug and smug on the park bench. “Nicholas!”

“Yes, honey?”

“Someone’s going to hear us.”

“I’m very good at hushing my voice,” Nick said. He leaned down, snout getting closer to her ear. “Do you remember the first time you sucked my cock while your husband was at home?”

“Stop,” said Mrs. O.

“I told him I was gonna help you guys with that lighting problem you have in your bedroom. And it only took five minutes. And we told good ol’ Emmitt that it would take a whole hour, remember?”

“Yes,” said Mrs. O. “I—yes.”

“And what did you do?”

“I showed you out.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“So what did you do?”

“I closed the bedroom door.”

“Then?”

“I’m sure you remember.”

“My memory’s getting hazy.”

Mrs. O fidgeted. Nick growled a little bit, bending down a little more, whispering in her ear. “No, wait a minute, I think I remember.”

She could smell his cologne. She hadn’t noticed earlier—she was too horny. He was wearing her favorite. The kind that smelled like incense and pine and just a little bit of gasoline.

“You walked up to me, your hips swayed and your tail was wagging, and you put a paw on my hip and you looked at me with those cute little green eyes, and you said…what was it, again?”

“I said that I hadn’t sucked any cock in a week,” said Mrs. O.

“Right. Right. And then what did you do?”

“I pulled your pants down and I sucked your cock.”

“And then?”

“You licked my pussy until I came.”

“That’s right,” Nick purred. “And then I fucked you until you came again.”

“And you—” Mrs. O shivered. “You finished on my tits.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes. You made me go downstairs and fetch a beer for you.”

“And I drank it.”

“You fucked me again after that.”

Nick hummed. He leaned back and sat facing the park. He took a sip of his coffee. “Good times, right?”

Mrs. O swallowed hard. Very good times.

The room smelled like fresh laundry. It was cleaner than Mrs. O thought it would be.

When Nick said that he knew a guy who could get them a good deal for a day room at a hotel near Vine Boulevard, Mrs. O figured that it’d be like in the movies. Those old ones set in the 40s, films about Zootopia’s corrupt police force and private detectives, and their sordid affairs with young women wearing dark lipstick in waterlogged Rainforest District motels.

But it was just a hotel. Just a sterile, beige colored room with a queen bed and a mirror that reflected the bed. Surprisingly there was no TV. Not that they were there to watch.

“Nothing special, I know,” Nick said. He was fiddling with his tie behind her. She could hear his claws snatching on the silk, trying to get it undone so he could take his shirt off.

“If we’re going to do this,” said Mrs. O. “We’re going to need some rules.”

“I can play ball,” Nick said. “What’s up?”

“No kissing.”

Nick clicked his tongue. “Can I lick you?”

“Anywhere but my mouth,” Mrs. O said. “Next rule, sweetheart: my bra stays on.”

She glanced back to Nick, watched as his ears flattened. Poor thing.

“Another rule,” she said. “I say when and where you finish.”

His tail wagged slightly. “Finally something fun.”

“I’m sorry,” Mrs. O said.

“Hey…” Nick put a paw on her shoulder and squeezed. He smiled gently at her. “Whatever you want, darlin’.”

She smiled back gratefully. “Just a few more and then we can get started?”

“Sounds good.”

“Let’s ban the word ‘love’.”

“Not even when—”

“Not even when you’re complimenting my body, dear. Oh, and one last thing?”

“What would that be?”

“Call me Olympia.”

Nick blinked. “That’s your name?”

“You never asked for it,” she said.

Nick’s brows furrowed. “I never did, did I? How rude of me.”

He was on her in an instant, paws on her hips, pulling her backwards so he could grind his bulge on her ass. His paws traveled in different directions after that, gliding across her body, settling on her stomach and one of her breasts, still contained within her bra. He licked her cheek, making her shy away reflexively. He put his maw over her shoulder and kissed it, gently, before licking it.

“It’s a beautiful name,” he said.

Olympia shivered. “Please fuck me.”

He grabbed her left paw, thumbed over her ring. “Not gonna take this off?”

“Maybe I should,” she said.

He growled, satisfied. “Here, let me take care of it for you.”

His fingers closed around the ring and slipped it off her finger. He tossed it aside swiftly.

Ding!

She looked to the wall she heard the ring bounce off of, eyes wide. “Nick!”

“It’s in the room. We’ll find it later,” he said.

He grabbed her waist.

Her heart raced as he lifted her in the air and brought her close, licking her neck as she squirmed in his grip.

“Relax…” he whispered. “Let me enjoy you one last time, Olympia.”

She blushed. “Oh—Okay—whoah!”

He dropped her onto the bed, getting an indignant yell out of her until she hit the mattress, wheezing. She sat up, a reprimand about to leave her lips, but then she was pushed down and he was on her, and she was pinned. She looked up at him, helplessly trying to protest as he let himself weigh down on her, smothering her face in his chest.

His cock pressed down over her stomach, the head of it laying over the middle of her bra.

Olympia’s pussy felt so fucking hot, all of a sudden, and he was getting wetter by the second. She tried to speak again, but couldn’t. Her bra felt so tight…

She fidgeted, Nick’s paws still on her shoulders. His hips moved back, rolled forward, and over again, grinding his cock against her tummy she he looked down at her. She couldn’t quite meet his gaze. She felt like she shouldn’t. Like she would belong to him if she did.

“You are beautiful,” he said. “You know that?”

“You say that often…” said Olympia.

“I mean it every single time. God damn, Olympia. Your body’s like heaven. I lo—I really like your curves.”

Olympia whined as he moved forward, putting more of his weight on her as he hiked his legs up onto the bed. He straddled her chest, cock waving, stiff and throbbing, over her face.

He chuckled lowly. “If I can’t kiss you with my mouth…”

Olympia’s lips parted. She brought them to the head and gently, desperately slipped it into her mouth. Nick always tasted so clean, but there was something about his scent that made her feel like a—a whore. A disgusting, two-timing whore. And there was something about his cock that made her feel like that was a good thing.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, enjoying how he throbbed in her mouth, how he hissed whenever she pressed her tongue hard against the bottom of the head. She giggled, cock still in her mouth, and reached up to get a good grip on his hips. She pushed her head forward, taking in more of him, lips getting near the base of his shaft.

“Fuuuuucking hell,” Nick groaned. “That—that’s it, Olympia. Suck my cock, baby.”

Olympia resisted the urge to smile. He sucked hard and pulled her head back slowly, making sure that he could feel every inch of his cock leave her warm, wet, heavenly mouth. She wanted him to beg.

She pushed forward again, straining her neck so she could go even deeper. The tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth, getting a good few inches into her throat. She swallowed hard.

“Holy—hohhh goddamn!” Nick grunted. “Yessss….”

She purred, letting him feel her throat vibrate, before she pulled away again, sucking hard, taking it extra slow, taking extra care to lap at his shaft with her tongue until she was just at the head, and then his cock came out of her mouth with a pop!

Nick’s legs quivered, tickling her sides. She giggled as she tilted her head, looking past his cock to see his expression.

Nick was panting. He looked sweaty. His ears were flattened and his eyes…

Needy for her.

“I’m close,” he said.

“Not yet,” she countered.

“But—”

“My last fox ride. My rules,” Olympia said, putting a paw on his side and pushing, urging him to get off her and lie on his back. She followed him, and was soon straddling his lap.

He ground his cock against her panties, grinning. “You’re so wet.”

She didn’t have any response to that. Instead, she slipped them off and, bundling them in her paw, held them up to his snout.

Nick’s grin widened. He opened his maw, bit down on them and sucked a little bit. Olympia’s face turned hot at the obscene noise he made.

She threw the panties to the side of the room and looked at him, nervous suddenly. “Was that good?”

“Good?” Nick asked. “Baby, you’re fucking delicious.”

The upper half of his cock was pinned under her pussy, and it throbbed emphatically. Olympia smiled at him. “Ready?”

“Been ready since we stepped foot in here,” he said.

She reached underneath her and took his cock into her paw, guiding it upwards, and slowly leaned back. She rolled her hips back to meet him, gasping when her pussy made contact with the tip of his cock. She didn’t stop there, however. She continued sliding herself over his shaft, humming whorishly as her body shivered in anticipation.

“Shiiiit,” Nick growled.

Olympia smiled to herself, grinding on him a little more before she lifted her hips, lined him up with her pussy, and then dropped all of her weight down.

Lightning struck. Her entire body seized as every nerve was overloaded. Her back arched and she threw her head back and screamed as he filled her up in an instant. She was made for him. She needed him. She was meant to fuck him. She had to.

Below her, Nick cursed, though she couldn’t hear him too well. Her hearing was hazy. Her ears rung as her pussy clenched around his giant cock and—

She came.

She felt her thighs close, squeezing his hips as she gyrated, clumsy and yelling, her voice breaking as she tried to say a word but holy fuck, what could she even say? She felt her body shake. Her arms moved to steady herself, grabbing at his chest as he reached up to hold her shoulders. He was smiling. Her eyes crossed. Her pussy contracted—squeezing tight enough to hurt as her body tried its best to milk his cock for every drop he was worth—and as she fell onto him, the feeling of his cock slipping out of her was like she was being tasered.

She cried out, but suddenly her body wouldn’t obey her desire to move. She was just limp, lying on top of Nick as he held her close.

He whispered in her ear, “That was really somethin’, Olympia.”

She nodded and hummed quietly.

“You felt so fucking good, baby.”

She tried to thank him—

“I’m gonna cum. now.”

“N—no,” she said, but her high was already coming down. She wanted him back inside her.

“No?” he asked. “Then what am I gonna do with this?”

He thrust upwards, poking her butt with his still hard cock, slick with her juices.

“In my mouth,” said Olympia.

“But you’ve gotta be tired from all that screaming, Mrs. O.”

“Olympia,” she said.

He was right, though. And she didn’t feel like taking it in her butt. But she couldn’t just let him jerk off onto her, could she?

That would be so…rude.

“I think I have another idea, if you’re up for it,” he said.

“Hmm?”

His fingers traced over her shoulders lovingly, and drifted lower, coming to meet in the middle of her back, just under her bra. He thumbed over the hooks, mumbling, “I could play with the girls.”

He could.

He shouldn’t.

But he could, said the recesses of Olympia’s tired, orgasm-ridden mind. He could undo her bra in less than a second. He could slip it between her tits and look down as her with that handsome, sexy face and fuck her tits until he came on her face. He could use her like she wanted to be used.

“I don’t know,” she said.

And he kissed the top of her head and whispered, “You sound like you do.”

He leaned down, and as soon as she felt his teeth close around her ear, nibbling it softly, she felt like she was going to cum again.

She moaned out as he stopped and kissed the top of her head again, and before he said something else she leapt on him and planted her mouth on his, and then his tongue was meeting hers, and the sound of their kiss was music to her ears.

She pulled away from him, a thick trail of saliva between their lips, and said, “Please undo my bra.”

Nick smiled.

Her tail wagged as he undid her bra, lifting her so she could slip her arms out of it and roll onto her back.

Nick kept close, eyes hungry as he lurched over her. “Look at you,” he said. “You’re by far the sexiest otter I’ve ever seen.”

“That can’t be true,” she said, giggling.

“Oh, but it is.” He pinched one of her nipples and tugged gently, making her squeal. “I love—I mean, your tits are amazing.”

Olympia laughed. “It’s rude to play with your food, Mr. Wilde.”

“You’re right,” he said.

He grabbed her head and urged her to slide further down the mattress, until his cock was between her tits.

“Get em snug for me, darlin’.”

Olympia smiled. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, enjoying how they felt in her hands before she pushed them together, hugging his shaft.

Nick muttered, “Good girl.”

“Nick?” she asked. “Do you think you could tell me how you really feel about my tits?”

“How do you mean?”

“You know,” she said, “How you really feel. No censors. No…no rules.”

Nick purred. “Of course.”

He posted his paws above her, up the mattress, and got a good grip.

He thrusted, the tip of his cock coming up to kiss her lips. “I love the way your tits look when you wear a blouse and no bra. I love the way they wobble a little when you jump up onto your couch. I love how huge they look when I’m standing over them like this.”

He brought his hips back and thrusted again. “Fuck. I love how soft they are. Like—hngh—like pillows. And they’re warm, too. They feel like home, you know? They feel right. I think—oh fuck—I think they’re amazing.”

His paws came down, grabbing her head and ears as he fucked her tits faster, his breath starting to get shaky. “You remember—oh my god—you remember when we rented a room in Sahara Square? And you let me fuck them as soon as I woke up on the second day? I wanna start every single day like that.”

Olympia’s ears pooled with tears. She could feel how he was about to cum. Between her tits, his cock twitched like mad, stiffer than she’d ever felt it. As it came up it would graze her lips, and now that Nick was nearly there, she had parted them and stuck her tongue out, letting his cock get nice and wet. She knew how much he loved that split second of warmth he’d get from her mouth.

“O—Olympia!” Nick grunted, hissing through his teeth. “I’m there!”

She looked up at him, saw how his face scrunched up, how dashing he looked…

“Do it,” she said.

He hunched forward, tightening his grip on her head as he humped her tits, thrusting wildly as he growled and yipped and panted, and then he gasped. He opened his eyes wide, uttering a last, hoarse “Fu—uhck,” before he finally came.

He painted her. She smiled as she felt the first, delicious rope of cum fall across her face, on her cheek and over her nose and her right eye. She closed both her eyes and stuck her tongue out further, tasting the next two spurts as they landed on her tongue. Then it was on her forehead, her neck, her other cheek…

When his cock was simply twitching between her tits, she let them go and laid back, spreading her arms as she breathed softly.

There came a flash and the sound of a camera clicking. She wiped her eyes and opened them.

Nick had his phone in his hand. He winked at her. “You were looking so pretty just now I couldn’t help it…”

He turned the camera around.

There she was, her eyes closed, absolutely drizzled in his cum. But she was glowing. Her fur looked shinier, and she had a smile on her face that she hadn’t seen on herself before.

“I look perfect…” she said.

Nick got off of her and draped himself at her side. He leaned over and kissed her. She expected tongue, but it was quick. It was chaste.

Mrs. O blushed.

“You do look perfect,” he said. “Glad I could get this last snapshot of our time together.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Last. Yeah.”

“Bye honey!” Emmitt said as she slipped out the door.

Mrs. Otterton took a moment to look back at him, sitting with their kids on the couch. He loved her. She loved him.

“Bye,” she said. “Sorry I have to go out today. I’ll be back in time for our dinner date.”

Emmitt waved her off. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie. Are you sure you don’t want me to come look?”

“No, baby. Mr. Wilde’s coming to pick me up and sniff it out for me with a few of his wolf coworkers. They do this kind of thing all the time. You know canine noses. I just feel so stupid for losing it in the park.”

“Oh, sweetheart! Don’t worry about it. Just come home soon, okay?”

She closed the door.

Her phone went off: a text showing her wedding ring on the table.

Found it, texted Nick. When are you gonna be here? The boys are anxious.

Soon, she texted back.

Can’t wait for an amazing last fuck, said Nick.

Last. Olympia smiled to herself. Yeah.

Sure.