A Wife Awry: Part I
#1 of A Wife Awry
A short introduction to a three part series. I posted it as a Journal originally, but here it is, where it belongs! Feedback is always loved, faves and stars keep me motivated, and comments with ideas and opinions often lead to things seen later in my work.
Kose, a Timber wolf in his early twenties, with deep grey and brown fur kept a just long enough to be acceptable, piercing blue eyes, and a boyish charm, was finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself under control. He tried to busy himself first by adjusting his dinner suit, and then with listening to the conversation of guests around the dinner table - their meal finished and the now the droll business-party chat taking place over wine - but as he sipped from the deep red Merlot in his glass, he stole sly glances at the woman next to him, occasionally catching her doing the same with her dazzling, pale-green eyes, bordered by a faint, thin mascara, bringing out the intense polished-jade colour and often accompanied by the slightest subtle grin.
She was a Snow leopard, and an incredibly beautiful one. Her thick, frost-white, black-spotted fur was immaculately groomed, contoured to her face and neck, and as he stole a glance at the 'proper' amount of cleavage that showed from the refined black blouse she wore, it was shortened there too, probably to stop the delicate pearl jewelry around her neck from becoming tangled. He, careful not to be noticed by other guest, drew his eyes down her body, rolling over the long, modest skirt she wore, the same shade of black as her blouse, the two separated by a thick belt of smooth leather. A flash of her fur was visible at her knees, but only because she was sitting. It made it subtly aware her translucent-black nylon stockings didn't go all the way up, ending just above the knee.
Cathy was older than him, in her early thirties and married. He wondered if her husband had paid attention enough to notice how good she looked. He'd barely glanced at her the whole evening, save to give subtle digs and scorn her slightest mistakes. Kose wondered if he cared about her at all, or if she was just an exotic trophy to show at parties. Apparently, she'd got nearly totally pure blood; rare for most people. He certainly hadn't paid enough attention to notice her illicit texting to the young wolf, anyway.
And thinking about that, Kose was all too eager to find out if the wife-gone-awry had lived up to her teasing. Her texts were always full of lust and anticipation, but here she looked so classy, a truly refined woman. It was a big gamble, but the he knew there was only one way to find out for sure, and with a woman this beautiful, he was willing to take a bit of a risk.
The wandering hand on her thigh surprised her, nearly making Cathy spill the white wine in her glass. It danced slowly and subtly over her skirt, short-trimmed pawclaws softly tracing across the nylon, moving down her leg towards the hem. Sense told her she should brush the amorous boy away, but as he dropped off of the fabric and onto the fur of her knee, between her skirt and stocking, she couldn't deny the excitement Kose was making her feel. She looked forwards to his texts at night, and spent much of that time avoiding her husband and in various states of undress. It barely seemed real that he had even made it here; the first time she'd seen him in the flesh, and all they'd managed to speak was a quick and formal introduction by their host. To think what was now going on before all these unwitting guests made her heart pound in her chest, especially with her husband, Leroy, to the side of her. Butterflies churned within the feline, as his paw crept up under her skirt, moving at a tantalising snail's pace as she tried to retain her composure.
She just say quietly as sipped her wine, trying to disguise the fact her lover was moving ever further up her leg. At the top of her thigh he stopped, before she felt one fingertip extend, touching her bare crotch. It landed right at the top of her exposed slit, pressing her clit gently as he probed, before running down its length. She choked a little on her wine, disguising it with a gentle cough. She was so wet, it was easy to slide up and down her, gently massaging round and round. He was paying extra attention to her clit, making sure to be firm but gently. Holding her glass with one hand, she found the other reaching down to the side of her seat, taking hold of the wood and clenching.
He'd inconspicuously moved just that little bit closer to her, just enough for more freedom to play with her pussy, teasing the lips gently open and close, rubbing two fingers from top to bottom, before catching her clit between them in a scissor. With surgical delicacy, he rolled the little bud between them, forcing her to put down her glass, lest she accidentally squeeze it too tight. Leroy had never paid this kind of attention to her, and she found herself gripping the seat with both hands, so hard she thought even that would splinter. Her claws were jumping out involuntarily and she found her hips wanting to move upwards, the muscles in her thighs clenching. This wasn't just touching, it was something else. She slowly and casually turned her head to the left, just in time to catch a flash of a smirk from the young wolf, as if he knew exactly how she felt.
He released her from his grip, but it wasn't over. Instead, he moved the two fingers further down, until they hovered at the entrance to her moist pussy. His thumb took over on her clit, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes straight and her tongue in her mouth as he gently teased her. She should definitely stop him, but found herself instead waiting on the edge of a great anticipation. His fingers pushed further, sliding easily into the mouth of her very, very wet cunt. Her composure was draining away, and without realising it, she was staring dreamily at the wall across the room, feeling each joint of his thick fingers ease into her, until he could go no more. His thumb was gone, and instead it was his palm on her button as he slowly drew back and forth. If everyone were to become silent, the quiet sound of her being fingered under the table would be incredibly evident, alongside the almost inaudible, involuntary squeaks rising from her throat.
"Are you alright Cathy?" Leroy's voice nearly made her jump out of her fur, a sudden tension cracking through her like a whip. She found her throat suddenly cracking, and her fingers quivering as she looked into her husband's eyes. But she didn't entirely know if this was fear, or the fact he was still pushed deep in her pussy, palm pressed flat against her, spreading the lips of her pussy and directly against her clit. "F-fine." She managed to stutter, all too aware of the fingers slowly drawing back. But he wasn't leaving, instead he was thrusting them very slowly, and very firmly into her, even as she spoke with her husband. If the thought made her any wetter, she was sure it would sound like rain beneath the table. "I -I was just in a world of my own, looking at those paintings." She said, nodding towards the wall, and picking her glass back up, taking a long, deep sip so she could release a quiet murmur into the wine. "I've seen better." He replied, dryly. She thought he might have seen through her, but then she remembered he was always an asshole. "Anyway, you should pay more attention. You looked dim."
She was speechless. He turned his head away and resumed conversation. Cathy did her best to keep back a glare that she was sure would bore through the back of his skull, and out the other side of his arrogant face. It was a strange combination she felt, being so angry, but even more so aroused. Below the waist, she felt ready to explode, doing her best to contain it so it wouldn't be within the view of all these people. Luckily for her, it seemed the teasing was over, those magical fingers sliding gently out of her and the pressure on her almost twitching clit releasing. One last motion, a gentle tap of her clit with his finger, almost like a goodbye kiss, nearly triggered her orgasm. Stifling a breathy explosion, he instead, grabbed the edge of the table and stood from her seat, maybe a little too abruptly. Her husband looked up with the same, cold and disapproving eyes, and she could see a scornful question forming in his mind._ _Talk to me like that, would he...
"Just going to the bathroom." Cathy quipped, beating him to the punch. Instead of a reply, she got a curt nod, before he turned away. But this time she didn't need to hold in a scowl. A little giddy from how she felt, the feline gently pushed her chair in and left the table. She was fired up in more ways than one, and had right now had little care for the consequences. As she sauntered past Kose she made sure to let her tail hang low and brush his hand, just briefly. It wasn't long before he also left the table, making it subtle enough that nobody would notice both of their sudden absences...
Ready for part two? And three?