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---- Thursday ----

Thankfully the evening passed without her embarrassing herself further, and without catching another show from Falcon. After another session with Larry, throwing her wand in for good measure, she took a much-needed nap. Quick clean up and then pizza was ordered for the twins. Left with a note for them to do their homework and behave while she sequestered herself in her bedroom for the evening. Not coming out until she'd heard the two of them leave for school the next morning.

It was supremely tempting for her to stay in bed and just try and ignore the day. Only leaving to use the bathroom and eat, just masturbate and sleep.

Years of being a mother wouldn't let her be idle for long though. Jennifer soon rambling about the house and doing a little tidying here and there. Nothing big, but enough to keep her from going stir crazy. The tigress eventually finding her way to the living room where the TV waited to feed her more shows to binge on and masturbate to.

In the time it took her to get a towel in place and just start to peel her pants off, a knock at the door interrupted her. The tigress uttering a growl as she was forced to stand and investigate. "Should get one of those fancy things like Falcon has," she grumbled to herself. Praying that it wasn't a salesman or some wandering troupe of missionaries, she ripped the door open to find...

A note taped to the storm door.

Confused, she leaned out the door and looked. There was no one to be seen. Street as quiet as it could be on a weekday morning. Humming to herself, she took the note and rolled it in her hand. The envelope was strange, made of some sort of heavier paper than she was used to. Making matters worse, it wasn't taped shut either, rather sealed with a blob of coppery wax.

"What on Earth? If this is some marketing scheme I'm certainly impressed."

Claws cracked the plasticy wax and let her unfold the letter. Yes, no envelope, just a smartly folded letter held together by the wax.

Inside was a rather simple note written in some of the most beautiful handwriting she'd ever seen."Apologies if this is reaching too far, but one couldn't help but notice your condition yesterday during our talk. It would be my upmost pleasure if I could provide any assistance where I can. Naturally, discretion would be of upmost import and anything that transpires would be between the two of us. As one adult to another. If you so desire, you will find my backdoor unlocked. If not, then ne'er shall a word of this be mentioned. With Warmest Regards ~F."

Stunned didn't begin to sum up what she felt. Jennifer stood there in front of her door, reading and re-reading the note. Note? Love letter? Proposition was most fitting. Emotions raced through her, conflicting and clashing. First of which was the insulted offense that this stranger would try to court her, a married woman, while she was in such a state!

Both hands flew to the letter, ready to rend it to the finest of confetti that she could just hurl into his face.

She stopped. Fingers idly stroking over the note as she unfolded it to read again. A whisper of excitement racing up her spine. Falcon was certainly an exotic-seeming tiger. His coloration, that mystery that hung about him, and now this note? She found herself wondering who in their right mind would go through this level of effort to ask about sex? A proposition, scribed with calligraphy on parchment and sealed with wax.

It wasn't the first time a guy had hit on her. Oh she'd had plenty over the years. The standard flirtatious guy in the chair, offering everything from wine and dining to just letting her ride him. People hitting on her in stores, while she was walking, the list could go on. Even Robert had just asked her out to dinner.

This was the first time someone had given her such a carefully crafted note. She found herself looking over that handwriting, reading the note carefully. Letting her fingers trail down to an ornate drawing she'd missed the first time. A carnation that had been tinted a faint mauve. It wasn't until she was taking the time to examine that she noticed a scent lingering about the parchment. Leaning in, she took a careful whiff and frowned. It was familiar, but she couldn't place it. It reminded her of her spice rack.

Wandering into the kitchen, she began to alternate sniffing the page and the various bottled dry spices she had.

It took a couple minutes before she found one that matched. Her spices were a bit old but it was hard to mistake the aroma of coriander once she got a noseful of it. Double checking just to be sure she was smelling it right. Nose wrinkling ever so slightly as she pondered on it. Out of everything he could have done, she would have figured that there would be rose scent. Everyone tried to woo someone with roses. Why had he picked those scents?

Why anything though? Nothing about this was making sense.

At least it wasn't until she went online and searched up flower meanings. Her cheeks flushing hot as she stared at the list then over the paper. "Mauve Carnation...dreams of fantasy. Huh. And coriander," her cheeks flushed, "Guilty pleasure for feelings of lust?" Oh... he was serious. And what made matters worse was she was honestly flattered.

Jennifer dropped to a stool at the kitchen island and stared at the letter. Her tail twitching behind her as she just took it in. What the actual hell? How was she even supposed to begin to respond to this? Knock on his door and tell him no? Ignore it? Take him up on the offer? Send him a striped carnation in return? It was... she couldn't even start to process it properly.

Though she supposed she should, at the very least, congratulate him on his effort.

Her eyes lingered on the line, One adult to another as she let her claw scrape against the page. Eyes darted to in the direction of her bedroom while her thumb dropped to rub over the plain band of her wedding ring. Supposed that was the very least she could do. Go tell him that she wasn't interested in that, though she wouldn't mention it to anyone either. Yes, that was a good plan. Tell him that she was supremely flattered by the effort he'd put in but that she was a happily married woman.

Leaving the letter on the island, she went up to clean herself up again. Making doubly sure to spray herself down with scent killer. Nose wrinkling at the vague 'fresh laundry' scent that wafted about her. Better than the 'floral bouquet' scent they had, which she called French Whore, but she'd still like just plain unscented if she could get her hands on it.

She collected the note on her way out into the back yard. It took seconds to cross the yard. Though she had to fight with the gate to get it open. The leaves on Falcon's side piled a little higher than maybe they should have. Shutting it behind her, she found herself hesitating as she approached the familiar house. Back when the Johnsons lived there, the houses had been unlocked any time either of them were home. It had nearly been like having two houses, that's how close they were. Now she was making that familiar walk again, winding her way between flowerbeds and across the sunken stone path.

As promised, the kitchen door was unlocked. Hinges opening with nary a whisper. The house was familiar yet alien all at the same time. Paint and a new owner had changed the space just enough to make it feel that little bit off.

The kitchen lights were off, though there was a large pair of windows overlooking the back yard. No curtains or shades meant plenty of light poured into the room.Illuminating a second note on the counter. This note was far simpler, only saying _"Lady's choice,"_in a highly illuminated script. Resting atop the note was a box of Felyne Pleasures latex-free condoms, still sealed up. Not just a good brand, but one she knew well since they were meant for felines specifically and the preferred brand when she went shopping.

Claws pricked at the plastic, crinkling it slowly as she rolled the box about in her hand. Not so much as a crease on the plastic. He was really giving her the choice, huh? Looking over the box with a critical eye. Large, but not those 'extra large' near-joke condoms. Though she already had an idea how big he was.

Floorboards creaked and the sound of a step drew her attention. She looked up as Falcon stepped into the open archway between the kitchen and dining room. Breath catching in her throat as he moved into view.

Yesterday he had been the very model of a bachelor. Almost literally, his unkempt hair on the finer side of messy, as if purposefully done up that way. Clothing plainly what he'd thrown together to be decent. Paired with his looks it almost looked like he'd been posting and preening for her.

That was not the Falcon that stood before her. His hair was neatly combed, sweeping back to frame his face. Fur trimmed just so to highlight his features. Today found him in a button down shirt, several buttons undone to expose some neck fluff and the defined hint of a pectoral. Dark slacks completed the outfit, a little loose about his hips. Though simple, something about the way he held himself made her think there was far more to him. The day before there had been a sleepiness to him, a haze to his eyes that cleared the more they spoke. Now his gaze was sharp, almost pinning her where she stood. The intensity of the gaze making her wonder once again what it was that he did for a living.

His head lifted, having given her a once over at the same time. Allowing his almost glowing eyes to linger along her curves. Despite the fact that both were dressed casually, with her once again in her leggings and a loose top, she felt as if she were naked before this male.

"You got my note."

Oh there was that voice. Though she was loathe to admit it, she'd fantasized about him several times. That lovely, deep voice invading each of her daydreams.

"I did," she shot back. Lifting the note briefly to look at it, just needing to get her eyes off him. "Gotta say, certainly surprised me to find this." She laid it on the counter and lifted her gaze to his. Even with a good ten, fifteen foot between them her heart was already hammering. "I must say that I am very, very flattered." She reached for it again, "Never had anyone go through so much trouble for me."

He didn't move from his perch at the door. Leaning against it with a casual indifference that made it seem like they were just about to have a nice luncheon rather than discuss more carnal things. "But?" he arched his brow just a little.

Jennifer took a deep breath as she looked over him. A shiver racing down her spine as she took in everything about this male before her. His ease, those exotic looks, and his scent. Everything about him was exactly what her body needed. It wouldn't matter if there was or wasn't a condom, she needed something warmer than a dildo. Something more exciting than a vibrator.

She swept the box of condoms up and crossed the distance between them. Purposefully stepping right into his personal space. Near enough that her skin was tingling again. She shoved the box of condoms right against his chest and let her lips curl back into a throaty growl. "I am a married woman. Jennifer Madison-Smith, Doctor of Medical Dentistry. My husband and I have been together for twenty years. We have a beautiful set of twins together. We have a great house, great careers, and I love him very much."

His sharp eyes bore into hers,expression unreadable. Lips curling back ever so slightly as he breathed in her scent. A low growl rolling in his throat, not angry but rather something primal. That lightly accented voice shook across her, "I understand."

"Good, because I want you to know who you're fucking with."

Grabbing a handful of that luscious hair, she pulled him into a heated kiss. Lips pressed tight together as she threw her body against his, mashing the male against the wall. His hands immediately latching onto her hips and pulling her into him. Leg sliding up between hers. Fur prickling against the pants that clung to her like a second skin. Drawing a muted moan from her as her tongue met his. She could feel his breath puffing against her cheek. Heart hammering within her chest as her blood began to sing with primal lusts. The tigers breathing in each other's air as they clung to one another.

Seconds tickled into minutes before they broke the kiss with paired gasps. Jennifer's body practically blazing now as she punched a claw through the plastic surrounding the condom box. "You'd better," she heaved the words at him, breathing in his scent.

A smile crossed his lips as he took the box from her, letting the plastic fall by the wayside. "The bedroom's this way. Unless you want to start elsewhere."

Worked up by her heat and needing to be filled, the tigress was tempted to just drop to all fours for him. Instead she let out a chuff and sniff, angling her head ever so slightly. "The bedroom is good. We're not animals are we?"

"No we are not."

He grabbed her again, one hand cupping the small of her back as the other traced over the waist of her tight pants. Jennifer lunged against him, wrapping a leg around his waist as he pulled her into another kiss. Body arching into hers and pressing the swell of his excitement against her. Cock only just contained by those slacks. Throbbing hotly against her as their bodies melded.

She quite literally lost herself in his embrace. How they went from the dining room to the bedroom, she'll never fully remember. It was a dreamy rush that lead them up the stairs, down a hall, and through a door. Their clothes vanished along the way. Her hands finding his bare chest to trace those muscles. Buttons pinging off walls and floor. Pants somehow being peeled away without either missing a step. Both gasping as the scent of excited tiger exploded into the air. Lips peeling back and tongues extending so they could sample that perfume. Tongues meeting again an instant before lips sealed into the kiss.

By some miracle they ended up in the bed. Jennifer almost falling, the kiss breaking with a growling gasp. Falcon advancing with a predatory shine in his eyes. Tigress sliding back until her shoulders met pillows, legs spread and gliding against his hips. His darker frame looming over hers, eyes shining in the nearly blacked out bedroom.

Claws tore into the box, spilling condoms across the comforter. A strand was grabbed and the wrapping shredded. Each tiger grabbing at the revealed condom as he leaned over her with a hungry grumble. Length raging hard as the protection was rolled into place. Her fingers brushing over his to feel the weight of his member. Resting it in her palm before reaching down to feel that laden sac. A growl met with a piteous moan when bodies shifted. Golden tigress pressing to the bed as the Maltese male slid his covered length over her entrance. Letting the raw heat of her need soak into the hardness of his excitement. Reaching up, she guided him to her entrance, breath catching as his tip spread her.

An instant stretched into infinity. The feeling of the mail poised at her entrance. His body over hers. Warmth pinning her to the bed even, threatening to control her even as she offered herself to him. Invited this stranger into her. Time lost it's meaning to the tigers as they lingered, poised on the brink of bliss. Even the twitch of whiskers taking forever as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Then, he was against her. Body pressed flush to hers. The impact of it registering before anything else. Hips lifting into his before her mind realized he was in her. The ripple of their meeting rolling up her body. Driving her higher into the bed, forms rolling as her head rolled back to stare past him. Gaze rolling over the ceiling, to the wall, and beyond to the headboard. Mouth opening into a pleasured gasp long before the pleasure coursed through her body. Estrus-charged nerves sparking across her senses with the rapture of having a male inside her.

Milliseconds stretched into seconds. The time it took him to be sheathed within her was a single second. That single beat of time stretched beyond mortal understanding. Realization dawning finally as a cry was driven from lustful lungs. The feeling of being stretched by this male, this hot blooded stranger, far more satisfying than any mere toy could be. A sensation her body craved far more than life itself.

In the last twenty-four hours, Larry had quickly become her favorite toy. The big guy stretched her just in the right way and seemed exceptionally skilled at hitting everything just right. He was seemingly perfect for the job she gave him.

Yet, despite being smaller than the toy, Falcon was perfect for her. The way his cock tucked so deep within her made her crave more. Insides rolling about his protected length. Her heat blazing around him as if trying to melt the condom off and bare his flesh to her. His whiskers tickling hers as he leaned in. Lips curled back to breathe in her scent. Chest shaking against hers as he pressed as close to her as he could. Her legs squeezed about his body as she rolled into him. Driving the male upwards as her body completed the writhe into his.

Less than two seconds after he was lined up, her hands fell to his shoulders and the tigress dropped to the bed with a, "YES!" that echoed back at her.

"YES!"

Falcon'smouth found hers with a huff. Time resuming its normal pace as he drew away from her. Condom pulling tight against his length, it's crafted barbs tickling her insides. His own covered by that thicker protection, doing their best to try and rake her insides. Their brief kiss broke as he drove in. Sending another ripple through her body that send joyous tremors through her.

"Haaaaa," he breathed out, eyes unfocusing as his balls clapped off her ass. Pace picking up into a joyous, carnal act. One that she was more than happy in joining him with.

Bodies rolled and lifted. Their growls starting to tear through the room. Hisses meeting them muted with a kiss, a bite, a gasp. Claws digging into backs, shoulders, and rears. Legs fighting to wrap about each other and squeeze hips.

The scent of a heated tigress soaking his privates and the sheets. Her orgasmic roar being buried into his shoulder. Teeth digging into the dark pelt there as she pulled him tight. Curling into the male with each trembling wave. Oh it was heaven. A place she had been so many times before yet forgot what it was like after each visit. The clench of her thighs trapping him close to her. Only allowing him to barely grind against her depths.

No sooner had her body started to relax than he ripped free. Mouth finding its way to her neck. Kissing and biting as he sent her crashing against the bed. Headboard banging off the wall as if to announce their act to the world.

A moment of stillness. Heavy breaths as his body shifted against hers. Lips meeting in a kiss as hands explored their bodies. Roaming over toned muscle and sagging flesh. Drawing the other ever closer as needful noises lifted from wanting bodies.

Somehow she found herself on top. Hands braced on his chest and hips barely even moving. The middle-aged tigress riding her lover. Her head tossing with a mighty bellow as his rough tongue found a teat. Pressing the hard flesh flat before catching it as it sprung back. Teeth brushing over the flesh. Pulling it taut so that his lips could close around and suckle on it. Bodies burning with mutual need as they crashed and rolled. Fighting for control and giving themselves freely.

Gold and gray. Male and female. Mother and stranger. None of it mattered at the moment. All that was important was in that bed. It was an equality born of instinct. Needs answered before conscious minds could process what was happening.

Jennifer grabbed a pillow, biting into it as eyes rolled back. Thighs quaking, unable to support herself anymore. She was dimly aware that she'd nearly collapsed in the throws of an orgasm. Or maybe she had. It didn't matter. All that was vital was the feel of him against her. Body curled perfectly against her backside. How his breath puffed against her neck. The way his hands cradled her hips, belly, and breasts. Doing her best to give herself fully to him. To drive the male to...

"FFFUCK!" the roar bellowed into her ear. Falcon tightening his grip on her an instant before teeth clamped onto her neck. Driven by some primal instinct that made her body jump and go limp all at the same time. Eyes wide as her body trembled around him. Keenly aware of the way his form crashed into her backside. Of how his cock and balls jumped against her. Throbbing against her thighs. Pulsed within the condom. How the burning warmth was trapped, pooling within her. Her rear bumping into his lap as the male gave her his all and she took it.

Dead silence fell. Broken only by the ragged, heavy panting of the tigers as they rode out the moments after their passionate indiscretion.

A quiet moan eased out of her as he pulled away. Insides trembling against the feel of those barbs tickling her walls. The noise met with one from him as he fell out. Condom dangling from him, heavy with his seed. Prying her mouth from the pillow, she looked over her shoulder with lazy satisfaction as he pulled the condom off. Neatly tying it off before simply dropping it into a can at his bedside.

Falcon nearly dropped to the bed beside her. The bounce from his impact more than her legs could handle. Jennifer joining him with a heavy drop and huff. Tigers laying on their sides, staring into each other with those weary, pleased smiles on their face.

Not a word was said as they met each other in the center of the bed. Limbs curling about one another. Tending to one another with gentle kisses and quiet chuffs. Rough tongues smoothing messed fur. Their noises quieting as the pair sank into each other's embrace. Breath slowing as that post-rut tranquility washed over them.

And there, they napped.

She woke in bed alone. The scent of sex drenching the air about her, now flavored with the distant aroma of food. Only when her senses picked up that perfume of cooked meat did her stomach remind her that she hadn't eaten in some time. How long though? She rolled and looked about, spotting a clock on the nightstand. If the time was right, it was about two in the afternoon. His note had been delivered pretty early and she'd made her way over here around nine-ish. Wow, how time flies when you're getting cock.

Jennifer roused from the bed and stumbled to the floor. Legs only just able to support herself. She stopped, steadied herself at the bed side, and looked down. There in the trash can she counted three separate condoms. Each one filled and tied off. The tigress blinked, thinking back to the dream-like stupor of that rut. Had it been three? Did he have other partners? After that showing, did it matter?

A smile crossed her features as she stumbled into the bathroom. Giving herself the briefest of cleanings before collecting another condom from the pile on the floor. Keeping it resting against her palm as she explored the upstairs briefly.

It was still mildly off-putting to be walking somewhere so familiar yet completely different. To poke her nose into rooms that she knew had been something else. There was Kenny's bedroom, devoid of gaming gear and half-built models now. Looking shockingly sterile and smelling of only the linens that lay on the neatly made bed. Over there was Sam's room. Again empty save for the furniture and... clothing? Her head tilted curiously at the basket of clothes that lay on the bed. Curious.

Jennifer took a long moment to tour the upstairs before venturing down to the kitchen. Bare feet carrying the tigress silently across the polished wood floors. It was the step of a huntress paired with the stride of a mother. The feline nearly silent as she wandered through the empty dining room to lean against the wall as he had earlier.

Falcon was at the stove, wearing only a pair of boxers and an apron. Music, hauntingly familiar somehow, whispering from a speaker nearby. The Maltese tiger humming along as he cooked what looked like steaks. Attention shifting to another pot before leaning to check the oven.

As he straightened, he caught sight of her out of the corner of an eye. Lips curling into a smile as he chuffed, "Hope you are not disappointed I wasn't in bed." He waved tongs at the steaks, "Was famished and you looked so peaceful. How do you like yours, Lovely?" Only a second passed before his ears folded back ever so slowly, "Pardon, you do enjoy steak, yes? I have others if you would like me to prepare something different."

"Steak sounds wonderful. On the rare side of medium, please," she purred and crossed to the island. Not caring in the least that she was naked as she slipped onto the stool. Elbows resting on the granite as she leaned forward with a smile. "I have been trying to cut back on the red meat, but..." Tongue played over her lips with a growl, "Let's say I've been indulging in things I shouldn't today."

He flashed a smile and gave the steaks a gentle nudge to test. Taking each off setting them on a rack with a pat of butter. "Wine?"

Oh should she? "That is tempting, but perhaps the least temptation I've had today."

"I do have other things if you wish. Juices, water," he rolled his hand and thought, "A friend gifted me some whiskey a week back." Back turned to her so he could tend to the steaks, giving her the perfect opportunity to stare at his backside. Tongue rolling over her lips, "Would be more than happy to share, much better than trying it alone."

Ears jumped, "Oh it has been such a long time since I've indulged. Hard to now that the twins are older you see." She grinned, "They're teenagers and are too sneaky for their own good, so I've had to get rid of what I had in the house."

He dusted hands off on the apron, "Then allow me to indulge you further." Flashing a smile, he started for the basement door.

"I could get it if you want." She angled her head to the stove, "Don't want your hard work to ruin."

Both his ears jumped and he bristled ever so slightly. "Ah haha, no. No, it is more than fine." He cast a quick glance at the stove and nodded, "Yes, it will be fine for a moment. Please, relax. You are my most beautiful guest."

He was through the door in a flash. Leaving her blinking after him curiously. Whiskers twitched as the tigress let out a low hum. Little odd that he'd so readily invite her into his house, yet jump like that when she offered to go get the bottle for him. Though she supposed he was a little odd once she thought about it. Who in their right mind would invite a total stranger over for sex, using a parchment note, and then cook them a delicious smelling steak?

Jennifer didn't have long to mull that over before he returned with a bottle and two glasses. "Ah, it seems I was a little wrong. My friend had bought me bourbon, not whiskey. I hope that is okay."

It was her turn for ears to jump in surprise, "I will never turn down some Woodford Reserve. May I?" He gladly turned over the bottle, attention returning to the meal he was preparing. A pleased chuff rolling from the tigress as her claws broke the seal, "Besides, you weren't wrong. All bourbon is whiskey, but not all whiskey is bourbon. It's all about how it's prepared." Looking over the pair of glasses that he offered. Seems he knew his stuff too. No shot glasses here, no these were the proper wide, slightly tapered, glasses.

Rising, she got a couple big cubes of ice from the fridge for each glass. Nearly purring as she poured them out a nice measure into each glass. Returning to her perch, she swirled it under her nose and took a deep breath while looking at the stranger again.

He was younger than her, thirties if she had to guess. Fit, but not a gym rat, more on the lean side of it. Handsome, but not in that smug way that people who knew they were pretty were.

Compare that to her. While she tried to get some jogging in, had even bought a machine for rainy days, most days she would just come home from work and have to go right into mom-mode. Any free time she might be able to eek out would be spent trying to recover from her day so she could have the energy to do it all over again. That meant that her body was growing softer. Breasts no longer as perky as they had been, belly staring to bear a little sag to it. Time, twins, and life had taken its toll.

Ears perked as a plate was set before her. Falcon flashing a smile as he moved to join her at the island. Sliding onto a stool beside so he could lean in and nuzzle at her neck. "Bon appetite."

A growl rolled from her core and it took a surprising amount of effort not to tear into the meal like a savage. Jennifer did lean against her partner as she calmly picked apart and savored the meal that he'd put so much effort into preparing. "You know, I don't know anything about you other than your name. Much less why you decided to leave me that note."

He shifted against her side, easing his stool close enough that his tail could curl about hers. "Ah, not much to tell. Parents moved around a lot, every couple years a new school in new area. Sometimes new country." That could explain his accent, a little at least. Falcon took a draw off his drink and chuffed in pleasure as it poured smoothly down his throat. "I am thirty-five though, self-employed finally." He flashed a grin, "Managed to win my soul back from the devils I worked for, now get to work for myself, doing what I am good at. Not everyone was happy, but what can you do?"

Turning to look at her, he let a throaty chuff ease out as he looked her over. "For why? Look at you. You," he leaned in to kiss her neck, "are the most beautiful tigress I have ever seen." Teeth brushed her neck before he suckled on it ever so gently. "How could I resist?"

Cheeks flushed as she huffed at his bite. Insides starting to ache again now that her belly was tended to. "Oh, so what you're saying is you are a flirt?" Dropping her hand under the counter, she rubbed his thigh, "I bet you've told a dozen women that." She arched as his teeth found her neck, drawing a slight hiss from her, the noise rolling into a moan as her hand moved higher.

"You would be surprised." A breathless gasp rose from the male as her fingers traced his growing erection. Teasing the male through his boxers before opening the flap just enough to let her draw it out. A shiver racing down his spine as her fingers teased over his crown. Easing the barbed foreskin back to trace the spiny crown of his cock. A smile crossing her lips as she continued to clear her plate. Other hand playing with his privates and feeling how it rose to life.

"Handsome guy like you? I've bet you've got a list of wo..." he cut her off mid-sentence, twisting her stool to face him. Hand sweeping down her body as his teeth found her neck again. A growl rumbling against her throat as his tongue brushed her flesh.

Meals mostly eaten, but forgotten now, the tigers started to push together. "Should go upstairs," he breathed as her legs draped over his, "get another..." eyes darted as she held up a condom. "Ah good."

The wrapper was torn open by the two of them. Jennifer taking the revealed condom and rolling it over his length. Lips meeting again as they leaned in close. Breathless pants lifting from the pair as excitement built quickly. Falcon's hands finding her rear and hips, trying to draw her into his lap. Jennifer knew better, sex on a stool could be tricky under the best of times. A trip to the ER for busting one's head on a counter was far from sexy. So instead she teased him for a moment, stroking that wrapped length with both hands. Making sure it was tucked down nice and tight as he squirmed and gasped. Panting into her mouth as the kiss broke.

Standing up, she barely had time to lean against the counter before he was behind her. Strong hands clasping her rear and spreading her open. Nose rubbing right against her flushed slit. The tigress arching her spine with a moan as his tongue bathed her. Just a quick lap that spread her further. Her tail hitching higher with each of his licks. Fur crawling as she pressed back with a needy noise.

He wasn't going to make her wait long. This close to the source of her need was enough to drive any man insane. Lips curling back as he inhaled her scent, tasting that need. Primal senses telling him that she was fertile, needing to be fucked and bred.

Kneading her rear, he shifted his grip to her thighs as he stood. Growl met with a wanting chuff as she arched back. Privates meeting and rubbing against one another for only a second. Jennifer shivering as she stepped her legs further apart. Hips lifting and pressing back into his. Juices trickling down his shaft to gather on his balls. Falcon groaning as he reached down to line up with her.

A growl rolling up as he pushed in. Met with a yowl as she shoved back. Insides grabbing him tightly and soaking his cock in her juices. Bodies meeting in hard crashes as the pair rapidly built to a full fledged rutting right there in his kitchen.

Claws scrabbled on smooth marble. Feet shuffling apart as she looked a good perch. Both ignoring the clatter as plates and stools were knocked over in their lusts. She groaned happily and rolled her eyes back in her head, maw hanging open. Body driving into his, savoring the impact of his form on hers and how it made her body ripple. The feel of his barbs scraping against her, trying to rasp her insides despite that protection. How his form molded to hers and drew her ever closer. Driving needful whines and pants from the tigress. Noises that were returned by him as he gave her his all.

"Oh f..." she hissed, barley cutting off the swear as she pushed back. Motherly instinct driving her to bite back the curse. Hands finding purchase on the edge of the counter. "Oh fu..." the tigress growled, ears folding back as she pushed back, feeling her control being worn down. Falcon's feet skidding on the smooth floor before he braced himself. Slamming into her hard enough to make her ass sting from the force of it. Body shuddering against his with need. The scent of their lusts overpowering the forgotten meal.

Thrusts came faster and harder. Her body shivering with lustful energy. Barely able to hold on as her pleasure built. Thighs shaking and knees growing weak. All that was keeping her up was his hold on her and sheer will. Her world boiled down to him. How he felt against her. The way his head pushed her hair aside to get at her exposed neck. His teeth grazing her scruff again with a throaty growl. Deep pants puffing against her as he let himself go wild. Hips slamming into hers and barbs dragging harder as their bodies rolled. Petting, rasping, scraping, digging in and setting off the fireworks.

"FUCK!" she yowled, entire body tensing as her climax took hold. Juices squirting about his cock as her head dropped. Teeth chattering as she moaned and trembled under him. Dimly aware of his body driving against hers once more before warmth flooded her. His cock jumping with each shot that was pumped into her waiting body. Muscles instinctively grasping his cock and milking, trying to get the male's virile seed.

Breath puffed against her neck, "Oh fuck..." His hips only barely moving. Staying pressed as tight to her as possible. Letting them both savor the feel of his balls jumping. Cock flexing. Of that warmth filling her waiting body. "Oh. Fuck."

"Hmm?" came the dreamy question as she lay her head on an arm.

Falcon pulled back and looked down, "I think..." A shift of his hips drew a hiss from her as his barbed cock raked her overly-sensitive insides. The motion drawing a breathy curse and buck from the male. "Ye-yeah," he panted and rested a hand on her hips. "Yeah, the condom broke."

Jennifer dropped her head, looking past her breasts and belly to their joining. Gritting her teeth as he pulled out. Thighs quaking as his barbs set off a mini-orgasm and leaving her panting. Sure enough, the shredded remains of the condom hung from his manhood. Dripping with a mixture of their juices as it hung there. His cock giving another flex and dribble of pearly white cum. Then she could feel it, that slow crawl of his cum as it rolled out. Gathering on the edges of her lips before dripping to the kitchen floor.

Reaching back, she felt her pussy lips and huff. "Oh well. So long as you're clean it's fine." Her ears perked as she stood slowly, "You are clean, aren't you? Should've asked that earlier. But," she hissed as she righted a stool and sat on it. Grabbing paper towels to wipe herself clean, "We got distracted."

His ears lifted as he stripped away the ruined condom. "Yeah, squeaky clean. But I mean..." he waved at the mess they'd made.

A smile flashed over her lips as she gathered some of the mess on her fingers, lifting to lick it clean. "Three things, darling. One, we're tigers. Takes a lot to make a gal ovulate, and we'd only just started fucking. Took me years to have the twins, and that was fucking day in and day out while I was in heat." His cum was sweet, with just enough saltiness to reveal his diet. "Two, I'm on the shot. Year-long birth control, even if the occasional heat slips through. Three." she pointed at the ripped condom wrapper, "those have spermicide. So we should be safe, all considered." Leaning back, she flashed the exotic male a smile. Fingers tracing along her battered and pleasured outer folds before spreading them. Letting him watch as a little more of his cum dribbled out, "So, we should be safe with a couple bareback 'accidents' all told."

Being felines, tigers tended to rebound pretty quick. Though they were far from their feral cousins, she knew that there was a pretty quick turnaround on how often a guy was ready to go. Never in her life had she seen a guy that ready to go that fast though. Falcon pressing her back with a heavy growl as he practically pounced on her.

Jennifer stared blankly at the ceiling. Her body was still aching and trembling from her morning and afternoon with Falcon. If it were possible, she'd probably be over there right now. As things stood, she'd only just managed to get home and showered before the twins got in. She caught up with her beloved children and managed to squeeze in some TV time with them. Though she made sure to sit about as far away from Max as she could. Even then, she'd spotted him flehmening a few times and giving her sidelong looks. Poor kid wasn't used to it. Between the shot and life, she usually tried to stay away while in season. What they were doing helped, but only so much.

A sigh slipped out as she rolled onto her side and stared at the empty spot on the bed. Fingers curling and brushing over the blankets.

She focused her attention beyond the bed, staring at the clock. It was approaching eleven. The twins were tucked in bed and fast asleep. By all rights, she should be out cold as well. Seemed she got plenty of rest though with the naps in between rounds.

Flopping onto her back, she let a moan slither out from between her lips. Oh that afternoon had been bliss. It had been a long while since she'd been fucked like that. Feeling the barbs scrap her insides. Tasted herself on a tiger's cock as she cleaned every last inch. Spending long minutes grooming him just so they could get right into another round. God, her insides were still trembling after that.

Maybe he was still awake?

The thought drove Jennifer to sit up slowly. Eyes focusing at the curtained window. What was she even thinking about? Sneaking out while her kids slept, crawling into the neighbor's bed and waking him up with a blowjob so they could fuck and fall asleep? Then what? Wake up to see her kids off to school then repeat it all tomorrow?

He had said his door was open for her any time.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," she hissed to herself, entirely believing what she was doing. Gathering a bathrobe, she moved downstairs as quietly as she could. Knowing just where every creaky floorboard, every squeaking joist was. And more importantly, remembering to turn off the outside lights. Something that Celina forgot when she snuck out.

It was a matter of second between her slipping out of her house before she was easing her way into his. Gently shutting the door behind her as she turned and...

Was that voices?

Her ears strained, hearing voices coming from the basement door. Not the sound of a TV, but several people all chatting about something, laughter lifting up followed by some swearing. "Fuck," she hissed to herself. Falcon had mentioned something about having guests in his shared lament when she left that evening. That ruined her plans for a sound sleep.

But now she was curious. Who were these guests of his that she only ever saw the barest silhouette of? By all rights she should just go home and come back in the morning. Ask him about them, see what she could gather from the male. Maybe trade some booze and pussy for answers. Get him more relaxed before she tried to find out about her partner in adultery. Ah that could be fun there, a little game they could play. Except he wouldn't know about the game until it was done. That could be fun.

Still though, she had to know. Feet carrying herself silently to the basement door. Ears straining as she gripped the knob and twisted. Holding her breath as the door opened. Taking her time to keep it from squeaking as the door eased open enough for her to listen.

Light below, several voices. Four... five people it sounded like. Men and women from the scent, though it was hard to pick apart who was whom from the heavy, musky aroma that drifted up. She twisted and tucked an ear againstthe opening. Holding her breath and not letting anything betray her presence. Eavesdropping with every bit of care and skill a curious mother could possess.

"I don't know," one voice grunted, "Wouldn't it just be easier to... I don't know. Kill 'em all? Can't raise no alarm if nobody breathing."

A weary sigh, "That's always your option. I still say we go in with disguises. It won't be hard to get a couple uniforms, a ladder, and some tool bags. People see you dressed like that, no one raises a single question about what you're doing."

Fist met wood with a bang, "We tried that last time and you know what happened? We ended up killingourway out. No matter what our plan is, we always fall back to that. So why not just skip right to the point and just go in guns blazing?"

A nasally voice lifted, "Then we had to dispose of the bodies and that was a real mess. I think we should just start a fire on the other side of town and..."

"Guys," Falcon's uniquely accented voice lifted, "We can't be at this all night. Some of you have day jobs to get to tomorrow." Chairs shifted and voices dropped to low mutters. "Each of you knows what it means if you fail at this. So, what is the plan? You have three days before this has to be done."

Jennifer's eyes widened as she shut the door and backed up slowly. Who the actual fuck was Falcon and what was he involved in?