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Carl couldn't suppress the long groan that came out of him as he finished walking up the boarding and unboarding ramp from the plane he'd been in for the last few hours; flying almost always made his back sore, though thankfully less so in the multi-species seats they used now. Glancing around as he came out of the ramp, it was like coming out a cave into daylight as the airport opened up before him, all glass and mezzanine and walking people.

He had to hand it to the designer that structured the place; they'd done a hell of a job. The hallway before him was designed to feel open to the sky and beach around it, even though it meant to handle tropical hurricanes with ease. A sign reading "Welcome to Paradise" was projected onto a soft mist coming from the roof, and the space was roomy enough to not feel crowded, miming a tropical island, which the airport was built on anyway.

Stretching again and finding his back now forgiving enough to let him walk, he followed the signs pointing him towards luggage retrieval and was surprised at how efficiently things were being done, his check luggage in his hands perhaps a few minutes after his unboarding. He tried to suppress a smile as he remembered these were technically his co-workers, as CTI, the company which owned his employer YPBS, also owned all of the islands attached to this airport.

A few minutes of meandering later he found the rental car building, and was happily impressed to have a nice electric model with his name already waiting; it seemed his wife had been anticipating his arrival. His belly pinkened a bit beneath his shirt at the thought of Sandra, his orca wife, who had arrived yesterday evening. They were both here as part of a YPBS company-wide meeting for their performers, and since She qualified and could bring a plus 1, he was the lucky male.

Of course, being YPBS, the week at the 'Ocean Paradise' resort was going to include a *lot* of sex. They were a sexual health company after all, everything from under clothing to OB/GYN services to full on porno, and this paid vacation was a 'perk' for their entertainers. And he secretly(less secretly in the company) did love to indulge several kinks his wife had developed over the last couple years of working for them.

A few quick commands on the cars control panel, and it started up and drove itself out of the parking lot and towards the hotel they were staying at, giving a happy little hum as the electric motors in it did their duty. Deciding to check on her, he pulled out his cell and dialed, anticipating her soft voice answering. What came up instead was a live video, and figuring she wanted to say hi personally, he accepted the call; What he got was something else entirely.

The video showed her holding out the phone at arms length, like she was taking a selfie. Her face was occupied, however, with sucking on a thick shaft belonging to the male she was kneeling in front of, wet gulps and slurps coming through the phones speaker. The grunts of the eager male were being matched by happy chitters from his wife, the males hand on the back of her head urging her on as she bulged her throat around his maleness and swallowed repeatedly, lips sucking on his sheath.

Glancing at the GPS, Carl decided he had enough time, and unzipped the jeans he'd worn on the plane, pulling his shirt up and then erecting his dolphin pride, starting to stroke it as he watched his wife eagerly slut herself to the seemingly random male. The wet slurps and eager moaning only made him stroke himself faster, his tongue curling along his beak.

The kink he'd discovered they both enjoyed indulging the most was his wife 'cucking' him, or making him watch as she pleasured another male. They both indulged in it now and then with a local swingers club they were members of, but now they were on an island full of porn stars, and the possibilities had excited both of them when the meeting was announced.

As he watched, the male facefucked his wife eagerly, holding her head to his crotch, pulled out to slap her cheeks with his shaft, then plunged hilt deep again, obviously savoring the blowjob as she wantonly sucked on him like a common streetwalker. It took only a couple of minutes for the fat-cocked stranger to blow his load down the eager orca woman's throat, a loud moan coming from her as he did so and then wiped his cock off on her beak. A deep voice said "Mmmm, dang you're good at that... this is my floor, but feel free to find me again... I'm in 692... and so are my friends..." as the elevator doors opened, and the cellphone camera captured the view as a Clydesdale stallion exited the elevator, walking a bit out of sync as the doors closed behind him. Licking her lips, his wife grinned at him "Welcome to Paradise, my love..." and then closed the connection, giving him just enough time to get his clothes back in order before he pulled up to the hotel.

Forcing his mind not to ponder what he'd just watch his wife do and how much it turned him on, he quickly got out of the car, removed his luggage, and pressed the 'return' button, knowing he could call it in a few minutes if he needed to. The hotel in front of him was massive, meant to house nearly 2000 people in comfort, and felt almost like a cruise-ship that had been beached and converted, as it was meant to. The entire place followed a curved nautical theme, with a gigantic tank running from behind the check-in counter and down the length of most of the hotel, said tank full of fish, feral dolphins, and the occasional swimming guest. The Buck and Doe team behind the counter were professional and efficient, getting his room key in moments and answering questions on the hotel and different guest services.

Glancing to his left down the long main hallway of the hotel, he saw a cluster of people taking pictures of the side of the tank, and then chuckled as he saw why; one of the swimming guests had been intercepted by a half-feral dolphin, looking like a mer-cetacean, and the female otter currently had her legs wrapped around him as he lustily fucked her from behind in front of everyone, pinning her against the glass. Glancing at the Buck, he chittered softly "So, that's pretty normal?" The full racked male turned around and then shrugged, chuckling "There's a reason you sign a waiver... they've never hurt anyone, even the ferals know what's not ok, but it gets interesting at times. One of the big Execs had her wife get fucked by three of them yesterday... quite a show. "

Making a mental note, he nodded and then headed to his room, walking around the gathered crowd taking pictures and movies as the half-morph spotted phin pounded the orgasming otter woman's front into the side of the tank for his audience. His room was about halfway up the side of the hotel, facing the outside and giving him a lovely view as the glass elevator brought him up to the tenth floor and let him out. A couple of hallway junctions down and he was at his room, an entire wall of it made of thick glass to let him enjoy the view or go out onto the balcony.

It took only a few minutes for him to put away his clothes, including some special ones he intended to surprise Sandra with. Pausing, he smiled and then brought up the picture he'd taken of them a few months ago on his tablet, using it's kickstand to make an ad-hoc picture frame next to their bed. They were both naked, and Standing in the surf holding each others hands. Sandra was gorgeous, her body more sculpted now from exercise but still boasting curves to make a male groan, her heavy bust and firm backside accented by a slight hourglassing on her waist she'd picked up from exercise, her body about 4 inches taller then his. He was just a simple bottlenose, though he'd also lost some weight and gained a bit of muscle thanks to the company gym, looking more a swimmer then anything.

Deciding to check up on the schedule for the company meeting, he brought up the itinerary on the laptop the hotel provided and perused the menus. It seemed Sandra was in fact in one of the meetings, she must have blown that stallion enroute. The entire resort was clothing optional and public sex ok except for two islands that were designated for families with children, far enough away from the rest of the landscape nothing would get exposed to the wrong eyes. Deciding he wouldn't mind going naked or in speedos, he checked to see what other events were going on, finding that a good part of the resort was left 'unstructured' so people could enter and leave as they pleased.

A glance at his company Email revealed his wife had reserved some tickets at a nice restaurant as well as a live show show that night, but most of the remaining 4 days was unspoken for. There were also several Emails from her, all with attachments that looked like photos or movies. Deciding he might as well prepare for the inevitable, he undressed himself, his belly already pinkening again as he sat down and brought up the first video.

The first video started out fairly tame, with his wife recording herself disembarking from the plane and explaining the high end eatery and show she'd bought tickets for, his beak smiling at her thinking of romance when they were in what was essentially a multi-thousand actor amateur porn movie. The movie continued as his wife got to her room, and then turned to black as she explained she was going to unpack and then go get him some 'trophy movies', as they referred to the videos of her sleeping with other males, or the occasional herm.

The second Video turned out to be a bit more exotic then he expected; it was several different videos, all patched together. It looked like one from an underwater pool cam, and several from cellphones. And all of them showed his wife in a large pool, on the receiving end of a very thick cock jutting from the tail of an orca half-feral, his anthro upper body gripping her arms to hold her steady as his legless tail thrust up between her legs, burying his staff in her. She was wearing a bright red thong bikini, her tits bouncing as she moaned at how big he was and how thick he felt in her, her back arching as he rutted her deep and hard. Her thong bottom was still on, pulled to one side to accommodate his girth, and the different videos not only showed the lusty fucking from different angles, but also as he changed position from reverse cowgirl, to her braced against the side of the pool, then finally with them submerged, cum from previous loads drooling from her sex as he got himself sloppy seconds with her, the pool camera capturing his pink disappearing into her black and white sex. There were also several still shots showing him eating her out, getting a titfuck from him, and one of them both with his contact info, her front covered in his spunk.

Glancing down, Carl realized his shaft was already erect and drooling pre, his hand stroking it unconsciously as he chuckled softly. His wife knew how to push his buttons, but then he knew how to push hers as well. He quickly brought up a hidden folder, confirming a surprise for her, then went back to his main email, debating watching another video or not. Deciding not to, he got up and slid into his speedos, taking along only his smart watch and waterproof phone; the videos could wait for another day, if he wanted to save himself for making love to her later that day or in the morning.

The hotel was beginning to fill up, as evidenced by there being a few people in the elevator with him when he headed back down to the lobby. A pair of naked spotted girl-phins, as well as a muscular black gryphon, managed to both fill the elevator but not crowd each other as it descended, and a sensation on his rump turned out to be one of the spotted dolphin women slipping their number into his speedos, a blush on his face after they left as it turned out they wanted a threesome and were sisters. He took a picture of the slip of paper, then tossed it aside, mentally pondering asking Sandra if she'd be game; part of their agreement was she was upfront with being with anyone, and he would only be intimate if she was present or gave permission.

After a brief walk, he was at the large swimming pool, more like a giant filtered pond really, that was next to the hotel. It looked like it could handle a couple of hundred people, and it seemed to be halfway there already from all the beings sunbathing, swimming, or otherwise occupying themselves. There was definitely some passion going on, as there seemed to be an orgy going on in one of the multiple hot-tubs, couples and threesomes also fucking in the pool or on the soft ground around it. However, he had a specific destination in mind.

Checking his watch for time and a GPS readout, he grinned and headed to the back of one of the pool maintenance sheds here, and then steeled himself to not look scared as he went behind it to see his surprise for Sandra. And he was indeed there; Mobius Richard, on record as the most prolific, successful, and well endowed male orca in the porn industry, and one of YPBS's feature stars. He was also ten feet tall, built, as the saying goes, like a brick outhouse, and naked save for some trunks trying desperately to hide the massive external balls he had as part of some genetic anomaly.

He was currently laying back on a deck chair, and Carl couldn't help but wonder if he had to have it made custom to handle the incredible mass of his body. The big orca looked up with a smile as he approached, and then sat up, grinning and offering his hand "Carl, you know I don't like public places like this, I get mobbed by fans..." Nodding, he chuckled "The price of fame... so, we still on then? After the dinner and show tonight, you surprise Sandra and give me a private show?"

A slow nod from the much larger being was his answer, followed by a chuckle "You're going out of your way for her... I'm glad to see you two love each other that much. My wives will probably want me back in a couple hours, but I'm still good to meet at 9 or so... your room?" He smiled and gave the other male his room number, then hugged him gently "This is going to be the capstone of her stay..." The other bull chuckled and shook his head "No, you are... remember this is all about her, and you're her star. " Nodding with a grin, he waved and left, making sure to provide cover as the gigantic orca quickly made his exit. He was a superstar just about everywhere, and sometimes fame cost a bit more then he wanted to pay.

The meeting Sandra was in took about an hour to finish, one he put to good use by relaxing at the pool and going for a swim. It was so wonderfully different being in a place where public sex was considered a common thing, not something to stare at. Intimacy wasn't hidden behind closed doors, and in the hour he spent relaxing he saw everything from an underwater gangbang involving phins and sharks to a dragoness seducing and taking it up the backdoor from that gryphon in the elevator, all without anyone batting an eye or doing more then cheering an overly boisterous couple. By the time his watch pinged to alert him of Sandra getting out soon, he was both relaxed and quite aroused.

Another 10 or so minutes of walking brought him to the conference center, and as she left he waved, receiving an answering wave and her heading over, her wonderfully bouncy bosom rubbing to his chest as they hugged and kissed each other. She was dressed in a tight blouse without a bra, showing off her nipples through the almost transparent fabric, and a skirt almost short enough to show her lack of panties. Breaking the kiss, he grinned at her and trilled "My naughty wife... thanks for the trophy movies, how did the meeting go?"

The blush on her face told the tale a moment before she reached into a bag hanging from her arm, holding up a photo cover with a picture of her on it, labeled " B&W Babes" and with the names of her and several other women on the cover. Tilting his head, he smiled "You got the cover shot on a new photo montage, then?" and got a happy squeal and nod from her, sounding more like a preppy college student then a mature women of her early 30's. Laughing, he kissed her again and smiled "Congrats! I think that dinner reservation sounds like a good start to the celebration, you?"

The restaurant turned out to be a really nice Sushi/Chinese fusion, and combined with candle-light they quickly found themselves falling into a romantic evening, holding hands and chatting about the things on their minds. The food was good, the atmosphere was delightful, and they both left holding hands with bellies quite full and their eyes drinking each other in like a fine wine. The show afterwards was a stand-up comic, and he stayed just decent enough to make obvious he was under contract not to go further.

Carl couldn't restrain a blush when the comic called on them as looking like newlyweds, asking what they were planning for the night; Sandra responded by grinning and running her tongue along the wineglass for her drink, making the room erupt in laughter. After the show, he grinned and kissed her, turning it into something more passionate before they broke the inspection of each others mouths "I have a surprise for you... but we need to get you ready. "

Smirking, she nodded and gently stroked his backside, getting a low murr in response. A check of his watch revealed they'd have just enough time before his secret guest arrived to prep her as he hoped to. One of the things in their relationship they'd been starting to get into was Bondage, and he had brought along some cuffs and rope to bind her in. He had trouble not staring at her backside as she swayed it happily, equal parts love and lust blossoming as they got to the hotel and headed towards their room, their growing desire almost radiating from them.

As soon as they'd gotten into the elevator, they were kissing again, this time with unrestrained passion. His tongue was battling hers before the doors closed, and by the time they got to the tenth floor her top was off as well as her bra, her tits bouncing against his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hand down his jeans. They half walked, half stumbled to his room and had to pause long enough to open his door before they went back to each other, their hands all over their bodies as their murrss filled the apartment sized suite.

The door had barely shut before their clothes were on the floor, his member jutting from his crotch as they got onto the bed and rolled, finally finding a comfortable position as his fingers found her sex and began rubbing her, drawing a needy gasp out of her body. By the sea, he wanted her... wanted to hear her panting, feel her moan against him. But he also had a surprise he had worked very hard to grant her as well. A nip at her pierced nipples drew a long, needy moan from her, and he knew she was ready.

Forcing himself to pull his fingers free, he churred and nuzzled her, giving a lusty trill "Mmm, almost ready... But first you need proper attire..." and then answering her wanting squeak with a smile "Trust me..." and getting an affirmative nod from her. Getting off the bed, he popped open his check baggage, enjoying the happy trill he got from her when she saw him extract a collar, a blindfold, some wrist, ankle, and tail cuffs, and lengths of rope.

She happily let herself be bound, the wrist and ankle cuffs going first, then the collar and tail cuffs which let him bind her tail up high, putting her wet sex and delightfully muscular tailring on display. Her arms were bound to D-rings in the ceiling, standard equipment for most of the suites here, leaving her arms spread and her body suspended, but her body itself in a crouch on the bed, insuring no discomfort and that she could be like that for hours if she wished. Last went the blindfold, a chitter coming from her as he slid it on, then rubbed her pierced nipples a bit, followed by her clitoral piercing, making her squirm in desire. Churring at him, she mmm'ed softly "Please... I need it, I need you so badly..."

His response was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, and him kissing her on the melon "Be right back...", her plaintive squeak following him to the apartments entrance. He couldn't remove the grin on his beak as he greeted Mobius via a tight sonar beam, insuring that his wife was in the dark about who was visiting. As the big bull orca was only wearing swim trunks, it was a simple matter for him to disrobe and walk into the bedroom, the heavy footfalls of his massive frame on the carpet the only clue she would have as to who it was approaching her.

Sitting down in a chair provided next to a simple desk in the hotel bedroom, Carl kept his eyes riveted as the gigantic male approached his wife and then churred down to her "Hello Sandra... Your husband was quite convincing in asking me to come give you a present, he said you're a fan, and I would be remiss in not thanking a fan..." The smaller form of his wife froze at the sound of the other males voice, and a moment later she gave a tiny squeak "You're... Is that... Oh mother sea... Carl?"

The churr that came from him was enough to make his wife shudder as he grinned "Mmmhmm... surprise Wifey... I told Richard here all about the things you've told me, and I think it's time you got indulged..." His Mate's low, moaning churrll sounded like something a street walker would give at a very generous client as she answered, a shudder going through her body as she visibly dripped moisture onto the bed and licked her beak. At his nod, Mobius reached beneath and felt her sex, finding her already quite wet as he chuckled "Oh my... Well then, lets begin, shall we? You can code out at any time, remember that..." Sandra Nodded, then gave a soft, eager moan as the big orca came around to her front, lifting her chin up and rubbing his crotch to her mouth.

Carl couldn't take his eyes away as his wife began licking and nuzzling at the giant male's crotch, quickly getting a reaction as his slit parted to let out his thickening orca member. It was a shaft worthy of an orca porn star, one that had several sex toys modeled after it, including a couple they owned. Before he'd even finished erecting, his girth was being slid into her maw, her head bobbing as she gulped and sucked on it, making her throat bulge. The sounds of her gulping and swallowing were incredibly erotic, as were her squeaks and groans of arousal as she slutted herself, her perky tits bouncing as she worked her head up and down the shaft of the bigger bull with lustful eagerness.

There was a wet, lewd sucking sound as he pulled his thickness from her throat, the sound driving Carl mad with lust as he stroked himself and watched his wife get taken by the porn-star orca. The big male gently stroked her head, chittering as he rubbed his shaft along her cheek and rumbled "Like it, Hmmm? Want more? Want to be like one of my Co-stars?" She looked dazed for a few moments, her attention unfocused; her nod was slow at first, then faster as she groaned "Fuck, please... I want it, I want to serve that huge cock of yours while my Husband watches..." His response was to stuff his shaft back into her maw, drool dripping down her chin as she swallowed again and again around his whale-sized girth, her tits bouncing as she bobbed.

This was a fantasy they'd both discussed for over a year, and Carl had to admit, it was even hotter then he'd imagined. His wife managed to throat about 3/4 of the other orcas huge girth, her cunt visibly soaking wet, before he pulled out and grinned, stroking his length between her breasts and leaving a sheen of saliva and pre "I think it's time we see how much you can handle...". He then walked behind her and mounted the bed as she shuddered, her breathing rapid from her blowhole as she squeaked in a mix of desire and fear, feeling his hand guide his sharp feral-orca cocktip to her folds. He carefully pressed just the tip in, flexing inside and teasing her, until she gasped and softly whispered "Please..."

His thrust drew a scream of mingled surprise, ecstasy and a hint of pain from her as he drove in, stretching the lips of her sex around himself and not stopping until he found the bottom of her channel, a good two thirds of his throbbing staff buried in her. He gripped her hips and churred, his shaft sheened with a mix of saliva and the nectar leaking from her slit, and began to thrust, forcing a wail of orgasmal ecstasy from his wife as he studded her. Back arched, she was only able to gasp and scream in pleasure as her cunt stretched to fit the new intruder, her entire body bouncing and at the mercy of his eager lust. The lips of her sex tightly squeezed on the monster orca cock, her belly bulging a bit with each thrust.

As he watched, Mobius went from slow, patient fucking to lustful, deep railing of his wife, the big bulls balls swaying under his crotch just as his beloved wife's tits bounced on her chest. This was not making love, this was hard, primal rutting, the fulfilling of his wife's fantasy to be studded like a common streetwalker by a porn star, and Carl was loving every moment as his hand danced on his delphic shaft. At a whistle from him, the blindfold was cast aside, and his beloved gave a sluts moan as she looked down and saw the huge girth stretching her, it's owner grunting as he plowed her like they were making a movie.

Their actions became more frenzied and eager as his mate began to show her tells of a massive orgasm to come, having been shuddering through several good size orgasms since she began sucking him off, the signs obvious to him. Orcan squeaks and moans began to fill the room from Mobius as well, the larger orca hunched over as he assaulted his wife's cunt, bulging her belly, his balls pulling up as he neared his edge. He and Carl had already discussed, and he was going to give her a creampie to make a feral orca moan.

The final few thrusts were as deep as the big bull orca could go, his wife's hands desperately grasping the ropes holding them up, and her scream of climax was enough to make their ears ring as she spasmed, going wild as she tried to push against her porn-star lovers crotch. He was only a few moments behind, drawing another squeal from her as his seed began flooding her and overflowing, sounds like a half working oil pump erupting from their union as he thrust through the massive load he was filling her with, making it ooze from her opening. It took several moments for him to finish, then pull out of her and leave his spunk to drool from her slit like a studded mare, his hands gently stroking her body as he stood off the bed and walked around, leaning down to give her a nuzzle "Hmmm, I think she's out Carl... I overdid it..."

Standing from the chair and walking over, he kissed his wife's melon and coo'ed to her warmly, then grinned "She'll be fine... thank you...". He knelt and gently rubbed his wife along her front and face as Mobius went to clean himself up and get dressed, then thanked him again before he left, leaving behind a card as proof it had indeed been him. It took almost half an hour for Sandra to come to her senses, kissing him and then cooing "Fuck I love you, you kinky dolphin..." before blinking at still being tied up, and him still hard as he moved behind her, stroking himself along her rumpcheeks "Oh, We've only just begun..."

The end?