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"Honey, did you bring the cooler?" inquired Tom, lugging several cases of purified water past his wife. The fox nodded and smiled, her orange-creme fur blowing in the gentle coastal breeze.

"Yes love, I put several bags of ice in it as well! Shall I go fetch it?"

"Nah, Nick can bring it up. I'm just gonna go set these down." Tom huffed and stepped over the wooden pier and onto the deck of his 40-foot yacht, a slick sheen of sweat coating his uncovered, muscled chest.

Natalie bit her lip as she watched her husband, he sure could rock an unbuttoned shirt with that body. She would have to jump that buck later, but for now, she would be happy if they were able to push off before nightfall. She turned to her phone and texted a few of her friends and business contacts, letting them know she would be unavailable for a few days while she was on vacation. She set her status to "Busy" on all her messenger programs, putting her phone on vibrate as the final step. Natalie didn't care for any outside interruptions while at sea, her focus would solely be given to relaxation and pleasure.

She turned towards their parked vehicles and smiled, watching Nick and Riga exchange a brief kiss as they grabbed more luggage. Nick, the well-built bull with dark blue fur, grasped the cooler her husband had mentioned, his tall and feminine boyfriend dragging a few rolling bags as he skulked behind his man, no doubt eyeing that toned ass. Tom, Natalie, and Nick had known each other since college, growing up in practically the same neighborhood, with Tom quickly marrying Natalie before he had even gotten his Bachelor's degree.

Nick had been Tom's best man, and the two were inseparable, going on all kinds of trips and engaging in playful competition from time to time. Then Riga moved back into the city recently, adding a new element to the group's dynamic. Natalie remembered that one evening, when Nick had invited them to an evening at one of their favorite restaurants, promising a welcome surprise. Both of them knew that Nick had found someone finally, Tom just never expected it to be Riga.

Natalie was the kind of girl who got turned on by gay sex between guys, and she took every opportunity to nudge Tom for more stories about his crazy high-school and college days, before he finally settled down with her. She remembered when Tom told her about Riga, right before a particularly raunchy session of lovemaking. Apparently her husband had been quite enamored with the lithe, blue drake, and cited Riga's move to another state as the reason for their breakup.

Tom still felt some regrets over how it had ended, but was grateful that things turned out the way they did, as it left him with many lovely memories to share with his wife; memories he used to full effect to get Natalie proper soaked between her thighs, regaling her with stories of all their passionate nights before she inevitably jumped him.

The look on his face when he saw Riga again, sitting at that table with wide eyes fixated upon his own, was something she would never forget. The awkwardness that followed as they tried to catch up was both painful and heart-wrenching to witness, like two long lost lovers finally reuniting. To see Tom so nervous and off-guard was unusual, but Riga and Nick did what they could to disperse the gloom that was threatening to overtake their evening.

She just couldn't believe that Tom's high-school heartthrob was sitting right across from her; this girly blue drake with the light blue mane and purple highlights was the same person her husband had told her of in his many sexual escapades. Right then, she was quite envious, but not in a hostile way. Maybe, just maybe, she could get some firsthand accounts to back up Tom's lecherous claims. Her husband had a habit of stretching the truth at times, not that she could play innocent in that regard.; oh, the little white lies she had told him...

After no small amount of encouragement on the part of she and Nick, the two former lovers began to chat. One little double date wasn't going to resolve all the baggage those two had carried, so they kept meeting together, trying to have fun and resolve their emotions about the breakup.

Natalie had even suggested to Nick that they should just lock them both in a room till they resolved their issues.

"What if they start fucking?" Nick had asked, in a somewhat joking tone.

"Huh..." She had replied, not entirely convinced that scenario wouldn't occur.

"Oh my God, Natty, I was just kidding!" She hated when people called her that, but Nick got a free pass, it sounded far more pleasant when spoken by him. She would let Nick do pretty much whatever he wanted, mhmmm...

Things settled down after that, and the two came to be on friendlier, much less awkward terms; thank God, cause they all wouldn't be going on this fabulous vacation otherwise! Natalie liked seeing her husband happy, and if that meant letting him fawn over his ex-boyfriend then she was more than willing to let that slide. It was all good fun to her anyways...

After everything had been loaded on-board and both couples were all settled, the four of them decided it was finally time to shove off. With two o' clock rolling by, the daytime hours would be wrapping up before they knew it. Not that anyone would complain about nighttime rolling in, the process of getting everything packed, unpacked, and set up was exhausting; tonight would be for recuperation and rest, while the rest of the trip they would likely spend partying their asses off like teens again.

Riga thought it would be appropriate to yell "Bon Voyage!" and crack an expensive bottle of wine over the side of the Lady Pirenza, Tom's precious yacht, as it sailed away from the port. Nick quickly gripped Riga by the shoulders and spun him around, his eyes wide.

"Riga, what did you do that for?!" The poor drake lowered his ears and looked genuinely regretful, there was no way anyone could actually be mad at him.

"Isn't this what sailors do when they start a journey out to sea?" he squeaked, his voice rising just above a whisper. Tom stepped out of the Captain's Cabin, a wide smile stretching across his muzzle.

"No, it's normally only done when a vessel begins her very first voyage; as it stands, the Lady Pirenza has seen her fair share of seaward trips." He walked over to them both, a confident swagger in his step, he was always so happy out on the waves. He gave them both a firm hug, scritching Riga behind his ear. The drake mewled affectionately while Nick rumbled in response, the tension evaporating quicker than it had materialized. "No harm done, the salt water will wash that wine off, and there are plenty more bottles left down below!"

"Maybe we could all share some of that tonight?" Natalie interjected, the vixen sprawled out onto a long blue beach chair. Tom gave a whistle as he admired his wife, his eyes traveling over the sumptuous curves that were barely hidden beneath her skimpy red and gold bikini. Her legs were closed, but he had a feeling they would be wide open before long, for him, and perhaps someone else...

"Yes of course, darling. Tonight we shall live like the scoundrels we used to be!" They all shared in the laughter, and Riga slinked away below deck to his game room, the girly drake blushing brightly.

Nick, clad in nothing but his black and blue swim trunks, gave her a lasting glance before patting his best friend on the back and whispering something that eluded even her sensitive hearing. The muscular bull went to join his boyfriend, his horns the last thing to disappear as he descended the stairs. 'Handle bars', she thought, but could never bring herself to actually say to him. "So what did he say?" she asked Tom, tilting her head and giving a sexy little grin. The buck met her stare and approached her, his heart beating faster as she stretched out before him. Goddamn, she was going to make a great mom.

"He said I'm one lucky guy." She could see the bulge pressing against his shorts, causing her to instinctively bite her lip.

"Oh, is that so?" She teasingly ran her paws along her frame; first, along her supple hips, then her toned stomach, and finally along those double D cup breasts, which she cupped and smooshed together for his amusement. The buck gulped as he stood before her, one of many times he had been near-paralyzed by her sensuality. The lusty little vixen sat up, her face near level with his groin, her hands moving up along his legs to rest on his hips. "Did you bring me a treat?"

Nick couldn't help himself now, quickly pulling his big, red cock out and presenting it before her. He watched in satisfaction as she gave a deep gasp, then let out a low groan as she stuffed her muzzle against his heavy ball sack. "Oh fuck..." He loved it when she gave special attention to his musky orbs, showing her true submissive nature as her tongue began to bathe them in long, sensuous licks. "Oof...good girl, show daddy what you like."

He stroked her ears tenderly as they perked up, his wife's lips and tongue now trailing along his shaft as she slowly made her way up to his tip, never breaking eye contact as she watched him. Gods, she gave the most amazing blowjobs, and his thighs were shaking now as he felt her pulling him into her muzzle, his warm shaft slipping into the clenching, tight walls of her welcoming throat. Pre-cum was oozing from his tip in copious amounts, his shaft throbbing wildly as he was pleasured by his hungry wife; his hips began to move in tandem with her bobbing head, sliding more of his cock down that needy throat with every subsequent suckle. Eventually he bottomed out in her throat and stopped thrusting, giving a loud moan of absolute bliss as he took a few moments just to savor the sensation of being balls deep inside the mouth of a vixen with no gag-reflex. She was really incredible, and he knew she wasn't likely to stop at one load.

Natalie's swaying hips were mesmerizing, those soft, luscious cheeks just begging to be spanked as she went down on him, her bright orange and crème tail waving side to side as she focused on draining his balls. Soon, his head was arched back as an unending stream of moans escaped his lips, the buck being drawn to his first climax of the day. Nick held her head in place after pushing it all the way down, hilting his succulent cock within her maw, a steady stream of cum beginning to erupt from his head. Natalie guzzled down the salty, slightly tangy fluids, never once gagging as she brought her husband to orgasm, the skilled vixen swirling her rough tongue around his cock base as she contracted her throat muscles along his shaft, tightening the hole even further and enticing several more spurts of the delicious seed she craved.

After several long moments of milking his shaft, the vixen looked up to see her husband's head tilted back, his eyes glazed over from euphoric release. She cleaned his shaft and giggled to herself, the sound bringing him out of his stupor.

"Hhhnnn...can't comprehend how someone can be so good at giving head..." he managed to say, eyeing her over as he regained his senses, aware his dick was still fully erect. His wife gave a predatory grin and flicked her rough tongue against his overly-sensitive tip, eliciting another long moan from him.

"Well, I've had lots of practice." She wanted to add that it was because a certain someone else was bigger down there, but refrained and simply continued grinning. He gave a huff as his breathing returned to normal, reaching down to scritch along her ears. She gave a low cooing sound from the sensation, the act also making her more submissive than she already was.

"Mmnn...care for me to return the favor?" He asked, never objecting to an opportunity to eat her out, she was quite the tasty morsel. To his surprise, she shook her head and gripped his hand, beckoning him to get up and follow her. He didn't waste any time, trailing right behind her as he watched that perfect ass sway with each step she took. Gods, she was the very pinnacle of feminine beauty, with a dazzling personality to match her looks; she was quite the catch, and Tom offered thanks to whoever was responsible for pulling her into his life, be they deities or fate itself.

"Remember how much I love sunsets?" she asked, turning around and gripping both hands now as she took him to the railing; he knew where this was going, and it brought back some wonderful memories.

"Of course, dear, we made love for the first time on my apartment balcony on only our third date, it's kind of hard to forget that." She smiled warmly at him, such kindness in her eyes with more than a twinkle of mischief.

"Then take me right here, before the sun goes down. Bend me over that rail and fuck me like our first wedding night." Tom felt his heart in his throat, giving a loud gulp and a nervous grin in response. Damn, she was really needy, and it was too early for her to be in heat...

Before he could form any coherent response, his wife grabbed him and pushed her lips to his own, her agile tongue invading his muzzle. He wrapped his arms around her briefly, sharing in the kiss before he began to roam her perfect body; her sensitive neck, slim tummy, soft back, plush hips, and her ample, curvy backside, all parts of her he groped and massaged. The attention to her erogenous areas made her moan lightly and press into him more, rubbing her body against his with a feral need. Before she knew it, she was bent over the rail with him sliding her bottoms down effortlessly, his strong hands coming up to grasp at her hips, giving her ass a firm, yet playful smack.

She begged him to fill her, to spread her dripping pussy with his throbbing cock, to rut her like his feral ancestors of ages past would have. In this state of mind, she was more hyper-sexual than usual, a vixen focused on the giving and receiving of pleasure to such a degree that it became her sole, driving need in those moments of pure, carnal lust. She squealed in bliss as he slid into her, those silky soft walls already well-lubed by her juices, his thick shaft spreading her walls apart. He gave a loud groan as he hilted into her in nearly one thrust, his hands gripping her waist as he rested inside her, letting her feel the pulsing of his member, the heat within only adding to her own blazing desire. With a wiggle of her luscious ass, she tempted him further, coaxing the buck to begin thrusting into her wildly, every inch embedding within her pussy as their hips met with lewd smacks. Natalie's fingers clasped tightly along the metal railing, her eyes staring forward as she watched the sun slowly dip below the sea, it's departure casting the world in a beautiful orange haze that gradually became darker, until she beheld the stars above.

Below deck, Nick flicked his phone several times, checking his messages on the various instant messaging apps he used, the bull reclining on the large bed in the Guest Bedroom as he listened to what clearly sounded like Tom going to town on Natalie up above. He glanced up at the ceiling, just imagining the things both of them were doing. He wished he could join them, but he wasn't sure Tom would like that very much. Through all the times that they'd known each other, Nick had never known his best friend to be into the swinger culture, not like the sultry little vixen he called his wife.

There was a pang of guilt that always followed him around, especially when he was around Natalie. He had been having an affair with her since before she and Tom had wed, something that not even Riga knew about. He was pretty sure the sweet dragon would understand, pretty sure...

"Hey!" A loud voice and sudden impact on the bed startled him, causing the bull to nearly tumble off. He sighed a moment before chuckling, tracing a finger along one of his horns nervously.

"Goddamn, babe, really?" The mischievous drake cocked his head to the side and smirked, knowing oh too well how to surprise his boyfriend. As expected, the smaller male didn't respond, choosing instead to crawl upon muscular form of his lover, his slender tail swaying behind him. Nick had to admit that Riga could be a bit of a ditz, but he was such an adorable, sexy ditz. The dragon let out a low purr, gazing into Nick's eyes as he reached forward, rubbing that bare chest with his tender fingers. Nick gave a low groan, not one to complain about his boyfriend's talented fingers, fingers that were often used to give various types of massages.

Riga cooed as Nick rubbed along his neck tenderly, the drake rubbing his muzzle along the arm and blushing slightly. Nick's fingers brushed along a cheek, trailing towards the dragon's blue lips and applying pressure. Riga gave a little yelp of pleasure as two thick digits pushed into his muzzle to the knuckle, the little dragon wiggling his girlish hips in response.

"Suck," Nick commanded, grinning as he watched his love begin to bob along those inserted fingers, admiring how obedient his submissive little drake was; Nick took his time, slowly withdrawing and inserting his digits, seeing how far down the slut's throat he could get them, knowing they would be replaced by something much more substantial soon enough. His black swim trunks were already quite tented from the suckling upon his digits, and the bull's breath was already starting to get caught in his throat. Riga didn't help matters by pawing at his groin every opportunity he got, soon losing his trunks and tugging the drake's face down, rubbing his throbbing shaft against his muzzle.

What followed was an adorable squeal of delight from Riga, the eager drake grinding that warm cock all over his face; after a few moments of spreading Nick's musk onto himself, the dragon buried his snout right against the hefty sack underneath, sniffing and licking happily. The bull let out a deep groan of pleasure, watching as beads of pre dribbled onto the blue fur of his boyfriend's neck, gritting his teeth as he kept his libido in check; he wanted to take his time, even though his sex drive was telling him to fuck the smaller male right then and there.

Riga soon lifted his head and began to drag his deceptively long tongue along Nick's shaft, the pink, flexible appendage wrapping around the girthy, black cock. The drake's paws gripped and massaged the base of his member, while that luxuriously soft tongue coiled around his spire, waves of pleasure hitting him at once and causing him to thrust his hips upwards in response.

Nick wasn't about to let his partner have all the fun, though. "Your ass on my face, now," he commanded, giving a dominant snort. The subby dragon gave a whimper of acknowledgment, quickly pulling down his own swimming trunks to reveal that prized backside. Nick gave a huff as he eyed the supple, feminine curves of Riga's hips, he needed to have those thighs around his face immediately.

The cute drake crawled along his lover's muscular form, pausing as he felt those strong hands grasp onto his rump, giving a loud gasp as he felt a warm tongue gliding along his orbs and semi-erect member. He couldn't help but thrust gently a few times as Nick took the entirety of his cock into his throat, whining pathetically as the bull sucked on him.

It took a couple minutes before Nick allowed Riga to withdraw, knowing that only a few more would result in him getting a mouthful of tangy cum. Riga positioned his plush backside right above the bull's face, giving him a few seconds to admire before he pressed those soft cheeks around his muzzle.

Nick groaned and wrapped his arms around those sexy hips, using his fingers to spread those cheeks as his tongue probed against the tight blue star. He felt his boyfriend shivering as he lapped tenderly over the hole, his view full of the gorgeous dragon's backside. His cock throbbed harder as Riga swayed and ground those girly thighs all over his face, giving a shiver of his own as he felt two skilled hands wrap around his needy shaft.

The mischievous drake mewled and rocked his hips along Nick's face, never quite getting enough of that tongue; he'd discovered his kink for being rimmed while dating Tom, the buck being quite the skilled lover himself. He loved nothing more than being bent over and eaten out before getting pounded into whatever surface he was pressed against, and Nick was all too happy to oblige.

Riga gripped the tender shaft before him, his fingers wrapping around the thick cock and squeezing. It was warm and pulsing, reacting to his touch each time he slid his hands further down. He watched as a thick bead of pre drooled down the tip, causing him to lick his lips in lustful hunger.

A sudden thrust from the bull's tongue drew a loud moan from him, feeling that slippery appendage wiggling inside his tailhole. He wasn't sure if Nick was going to tongefuck him until he came, or if he was just getting him ready for a rough fucking, either way would be great for him. He pressed back against the bull's muzzle, his legs quivering from the intimate attention, his toes curling in absolute, sweet pleasure.

He moaned and squealed like a little bitch, exactly what Nick loved hearing; he spanked the drake every few moments, watching as his tail whipped around, Riga was so easy to fluster. He dug his tongue in further as he worked his hips up and down, thrusting into the soft hands of his boyfriend, spurting copious amounts of pre in the process. Soon enough, he felt the familiar sensation of warm lips wrapping around his shaft, causing him to moan louder than he expected.

Riga knew how to display his flexibility, leaning down to take the bull to the very hilt in his throat, loving how it throbbed in the tight confines of his gullet. He swallowed salty strands of pre as it leaked out from the bull's tip, gulping down all he could manage, his throat already starting to become sore from the stretching. The drake could take it, he'd had plenty of practice and could work past his aching jaws and throat to pleasure his lover; Nick's increasingly erratic thrusting told him all he needed, he was getting close.

Nick moaned out heartily, closing his eyes shut and focusing on the sweet pleasure that his boyfriend's tongue and throat brought him. His fingers clasped onto that plush backside tightly, making imprints along the cheeks as he ground his hips up. His breath caught in his throat and he sighed happily, his large orbs bouncing beneath his shaft as he thrust into that needy mouth, adoring the sensation of those soft hands wrapped around his pulsing shaft. "Ohh...baby..."

Both males gasped, moaned, and huffed as they enjoyed each other's bodies and company, neither quite yet ready to get off so soon, but neither willing to slow down their intimate ministrations on the other. Nick's tongue continued to caress tenderly along Riga's tailstar, while his hand worked up and down the drake's own dribbling shaft, coaxing adorable squeals of pleasure from him.

In the span of only a few seconds, Nick was on top of Riga, thrusting wildly into his sultry backside. Their hips smacked together each time the bull sunk his cock into the drake, his hands grasping onto his lover's shoulders and holding him down. Riga kept his hips lifted, providing the best access to his tailhole, which the bull was already eagerly stuffing with his impressive member. The first few thrusts were slightly painful as usual, but Riga loved being rutted so roughly; there was nothing quite like a rough, passionate fucking to clear your mind, and both of them were going at it like feral beasts.

Nick pumped himself in and out of the smaller male, snarling and gasping as he watched nearly every inch of his pulsing cock slide into the spread hole; likewise, Riga was providing an unending chorus of ecstatic moans, letting all within earshot know of his pleasure.

The bull slowed down a bit and leaned over his boyfriend more, reaching to clamp his hand around that muzzle gently. "Shhh...not too...loud, babe..." Riga simply nodded and whimpered, obeying whatever his alpha said, too lost in the moment to think of any objections; all he needed was more of his lover's cock inside of him. "Good bitch..." Nick grinned and leaned back again, giving that girly rear a few rough swats as he picked up the pace again, already starting to feel a fire burning in his loins.

The two went at it for several more minutes before they both rolled onto their sides, the bull holding the dragon in a tight embrace as he began to empty his balls inside of him. Riga was too overwhelmed to offer much more than squeaks and pleasureful gasps, his mind wiped of all thoughts as his own seed began to spray across the bedsheets.

The two lay there, panting heavily as they recovered from their passionate excursion, neither wanting to move for fear of breaking their post-sex rapture. Orange light poured in through the windows below deck, slowly growing dimmer as the sun made it's dip below the ocean's edge; waves rippled and swayed, lapping against the hull as each pair of lovers basked in the after-glow of their mutual pleasure; all of them watching the dimming light, appreciating the spectacle with someone they love. It was to be the first of many nights enjoyed in the throes ecstasy and companionship, but this journey would not be without incident.

Tom gazed at the moonlit clouds as they passed overhead, his eyes tracing out constellations in the stars above. He turned his head and watched his wife, who had fallen asleep shortly after he had laid a few towels down for them to rest upon; rather than retiring to their room, the couple had opted to sleep out on the open deck, being too exhausted to move after their rutting. Tom found that he couldn't sleep, despite leaving his eyes closed for what he assumed was over an hour; his mind raced, both guilt and excitement eating at him. A subtle buzz against his side informed him of a very important text that had come through; before their trip, Tom had configured his contact list to only allow messages and calls from a select few individuals, one of whom was trying to get his attention.

He sat up slowly, careful not to wake his wife as he retrieved his phone and read the message. A smile crept to his lips as he leaned back onto his arms, staring back up again at the night sky. His recollection of how this all happened seemed to be fuzzier by the day, lost in a mix of fiery passion and buried shame. Still, he didn't regret a moment of it, because he knew he could never retread the path he had already set down; for better or worse, Tom would see this through, no matter what consequences lay before him.

He let out a loud yawn and eased onto his back, his eyes growing heavy. Now, it seemed, he was finally ready for bed; the wind blew through his fur gently, the sound of waves lapping against the hull already providing the white noise to which he would drift off to. Before he succumbed to his mounting fatigue, Tom looked once more at his phone, relishing the message on-screen.

"Love you, sweetheart; see you in the morning! <3"