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Bailey smiled, well, as best as a cockatoo could smile. Her white feathers were nicely preened. A few days ago, they were starting to look kind of dull, and she needed a preening anyway. And that $70 bird spa visit was like heaven. And as she sipped the caramel macchiato, she was enjoying her Tuesday. Then her phone buzzed; it was a text from her husband, Samson.

She waited for the next light she was behind to turn red before she hazarded a look.

Hubby: Hey, babe, I got some new stuff. I can’t wait to see you try it on ????.

Her husband, Samson, ran a wedding boutique, and he often called upon her to model new clothing for him. She’d been doing that since she was a model herself, before she became a fashion designer.

She loved showing off to him, especially the more…intimate items. She remembered the last time she showed off something like that, the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Such a wonderful memory, and as she drove to the boutique, she wondered just how much she could tease him today.

She loved seeing him so flustered. So easy to do too. Though she also just loved that man in general.

Meanwhile, Samson was talking to one of the many customers who came into his boutique. The wolf had an eye for women’s fashion and especially bridal fashion, and he loved seeing prospective brides be happy as he gave them their dream dresses. Today he was helping a mouse find the perfect dress for her wedding. And he meant perfect. He would fret over how it looked on his clients. Trying to get the dress perfect down to the last-minute detail.

“Are you sure this looks good on me?” The mouse asked; she was a plus-sized woman and seemed rather self-conscious of herself in her dress. Samson nodded; he was used to helping women get over their fears about dresses.

“Do you think you look good in it?” He asked. The mouse hesitated for a moment.

“I-I guess?” She asked, trying to gauge where this was going.

“Then you look good in it. It’s not me who’s supposed to care; it's you.” He said with a smile. The mouse nodded, seemingly being more confident about her dress. Just then a bell rang in the shop, and he looked to see who it was. Bailey walked in and looked at the mouse.

“Am I interrupting you with a client, love?” Bailey asked. Samson shook his head.

“Nope, so long as Ms. Khan doesn’t mind you staying.” He asked, and the mouse nodded that it was okay. And Bailey sat down across from them, and she watched as Samson did his work. Bailey loved watching her husband work. The way he moved through fabrics and talked to clients. These things were what made her fall for him in the first place.

“God, how cute can you get?” Bailey thought to herself as she watched him, was it possible to fall in love all over again? Bailey did every single time she watched her husband work. She watched with love as he talked to the mouse, reassured her, and made her feel like she was the only one who mattered.

He was an auteur in the true sense of the word: his canvas was fabric. The way he worked it was awe-inspiring. And as she watched him, she fell further in love with her husband. Leaning on her arm, watching him work. It was a kind of magic the way he worked.

She remembered the first time she met him in Milan; he was a fledgling designer, and she was a fledgling model, and she saw his work in action. How he could make fabrics and lace dance upon anyone, make anything from simple gowns into defining works of art and beauty.

Though there was also a part of her that also loved looking at her husband. He was draped in a white short-sleeved button-up shirt that clung to his toned chest. Over his shoulders were suspenders, and he was wearing a tight pair of black dress pants.

And to say her feathers were a bit ruffled seeing her husband in his work attire would be selling it short. He was a handsome, handsome man, and he knew it. And then he turned to her and winked, and she nearly fell out, swooning. Her husband, for how flustered he could get, also knew how to make her just as flustered.

Soon his client had found everything in order, thanked Samson, and she was off, leaving the husband-and-wife duo alone in his shop.

“So, what new stuff did you want to show me?” Bailey asked as she got up from where she was sitting. Samson turned around and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist. Pulling her close.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He said as he kissed her, and the cockatoo let out a coo of joy as she kissed him back.

“With you? Always.” She said as she held him close to her, Samson moved to the door and turned the open sign to close, and he turned to Bailey, and the two of them made their way to the private dressing room. It was mostly for clients, but the two would use it for these private shows. It had a partition for privacy, and though their clients didn’t know about the secret, Samson flicked a switch and the partition was illuminated from the other side, perfect for casting a silhouette.

Bailey sashayed up to the partition, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way that she knew drove her husband wild. She turned to him.

“No peeking,” she teased as she winked at him.

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Samson said, giving his wife the outfit that he wanted her to model for him. He saw her disappear behind the partition, and she was silhouetted against it, an outline of her as she began to disrobe. There was something so much more…tantalizing about seeing it through the partition; it was like a present that was waiting to be opened.

Samson sat in his seat, his legs splayed like a king, as he watched through the partition as his wife undressed, and he could feel his member start to rouse from its slumber, rising out of its sheath, and he let out a light growl as his cock grew hard in his pants.

At the same time, Bailey was looking at the outfit. She smiled as she looked at it; it was definitely something in her style. She slipped her pencil skirt off her bottom, shimmying out of it. She knew Samson could see her silhouette through the partition; this was part show and part testing the material for future clients.

She then took off her blouse and was left in her panties and bra. Those would soon be discarded too; the thing she was modeling was a set of wedding lingerie: a bodysuit and a pair of thigh-high stockings with an accompanying garter belt. A smile appeared across her beak as she stepped into the bodysuit; it was white with lace around her chest. It hugged her hips quite well and accentuated every contour of her body.

She grabbed the stockings, wanting to give her husband a…tantalizing show to put them on. Walking from behind the partition. And she heard his voice hitch in his throat as he saw her.

“Like what you see, Samson?” Bailey asked as she put a hand on her hip, arching her hips in a way so that they stuck out. She didn’t get an answer, only a look from him. A look that she knew all too well—that predatory look that he would have when he wanted to fuck her hard and fast—and she smiled. She then swayed her hips as she walked up to him.

“I bet you want to touch me all over?” She teased as she put the first stocking on her leg. Pulling it slowly, agonizingly slow for Samson, teasing him all the way up, “Make me feel those strong hands on my hips and fucking me hard and fast?” She teases him more and more. She then put her other stocking on, going just as slow as before.

“You tease.” Samson said with a smile on his snout, and Bailey grinned at him as she finished putting on the stockings, attaching them to the garter belt as she turned around, letting Samson get a good look at her body.

“How does it look?” She asked, as she showed off more of her body, and Samson inspected her. The outfit hugged her curves well; her hips were accentuated, along with her curves and bust, as well as her ass.

“Good, hugs you quite well.” Samson said, unable to keep his eyes off of his wife’s body, the cockatoo saw this, and she shook her hips, and she heard him let out a groan as she did this. She loved teasing him so much, she decided to take things up a notch and straddle him. Sitting in his lap and placing her hands squarely on his broad, masculine chest. She trailed a taloned finger down his chest, popping one of his buttons. Then another, then another. One after the other, she trailed against his furred chest.

Samson, for his part, gripped her hips tightly, holding onto her as he moved his mouth to her neck. Nipping into her feathered body, Bailey let out a moan as she rocked her hips against his. The two of them were starting to be drawn into a haze of lust. Their mouths connected again and again. Frenzied and passionate in their movements.

“Fuck, Baily, you’re wonderful.” Samson said to Bailey as he kissed her neck again, he buried his face in her chest, and the cockatoo moaned more; his hot breath soaked through the white lace fabric. His hands slid up her frame, tracing against the swell of her hips, then onto her breasts. Grabbing them through the bridal lingerie she was wearing.

His hands traced across where her cunt was, and he touched her gently. Pressing into her core and drawing a moan from Bailey as he touched her sensually. Kissing her neck as he did. Lust began to pool in Bailey's body as he played with her cunt more and more over her clothes, touching her clit through the thin fabric. He then pulled the bottom of the bodysuit aside, and he began to finger her in earnest. His finger plunged in and out of her cunt. Drawing more and more moans from her throat.

“YES, YES!” Bailey moaned as Samson’s fingers worked their magic on her body, the pleasure building in her body as his fingers scraped against her vaginal walls over and over. Her mind was reeling with pleasure as she got closer and closer to her release. Then Samson stopped making her whine.

“Not yet, love,” Samson said as he waited for her to come down from her pleasure before he began again. Over and over he’d drive her near the edge of release, then he’d stop.

“P-please! I need release!” Bailey whined, and Samson smiled as he began again, this time rubbing his thumb against her clit, and this was too much for her. She let out a moan as she came on her husband’s fingers, her back arched in pleasure as she came undone.

“Good girl,” Samson said as he kissed her as she came down from her pleasure, from her high. Taking a deep breath, she regained her composure, collapsing against Samson’s chest.

“I need you in me,” she moaned into her husband’s chest, rubbing her cunt against the erection in his slacks. His canine member pressed against her core, and she let out a moan, and Samson kissed her. “Fuck me! Breed me!” She begged, and Samson did not want to leave his wife waiting. He undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his slacks, and unzipped them. Pulling his slacks along with his briefs down, he let his canine prick spring forth.

Lining his member up with her cunt, he gripped her hips and slowly pulled her down, and moans erupted from the two of them. His cock nearly hilted inside her, only the knot being away from being fully inside her. Her cunt sat snugly against his knot. He kissed her as he gripped her hips tighter than before and pulled her up, only his tip being inside her, and then slammed her against his hips.

“F-fuck!” Bailey moaned as she felt her husband’s member filling her nearly completely; her hips rose and fell with each thrust of his hips into hers. In and out his member fucked her, making her moan more and more with each movement of her hips against his. The way her husband’s claws gripped her hips and dug into her feathered body made the pleasure she was feeling even higher. Her body was getting closer and closer to release. The way his knotted cock scraped against her g-spot was delicious. The glorious, wonderful friction made her moan more and more.

“YES! YES!” Bailey moaned out as her husband’s cock pushed against her more and more; the pleasure, the ecstasy, was piling up; she was close to release, close to her climax. The second one for this lovemaking session.

“Are you close? Cause I am.” Samson asked, and Bailey didn’t answer, only wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into the crook of his neck. Then with a moan into his neck, she came undone again. Her cunt clenched around her husband’s cock, and he was close to releasing himself.

Then with a whine, the wolf plunged his member fully into his wife; the cockatoo felt herself become even fuller as she was knotted. Spurt after spurt of seed filled the cockatoo’s womb. She let out a moan as she felt herself be seeded, bred, and made into a mother for her hubby.

“YES!” Bailey moaned out in sheer ecstasy as she came undone from the sheer force of it all. All that mattered was them right now, the feeling of being full, being in love, and being tied both physically and mentally.

“F-fuck, I haven’t come that hard in a while.” Samson said as he stroked his wife’s white feathered body. The cockatoo didn’t say anything, simply basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“I hope you know I’m going to be big when this thing comes.” Bailey said, talking about their future child from this little liaison.

“I think you’d look even better, then I get to see you in maternity stuff.” He said happily as he kissed her again.