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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

Authors note: This was literally a random idea I had on my drive in to work this morning, one which would not shut up until I sat down and wrote it. This is probably about two or three hours very interrupted writing, so hopefully it came out alright.

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It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. It was just the perfect storm of events which led to a forgone conclusion. Neither Mark nor his neighbour, Megan had ever intended on crossing that line, it just sort of happened. They were historical enemies, or so it should have been, cats and dogs were not meant to be as close as they were. But fate can be funny sometimes, pushing two opposites together in a way that just feels right, no matter how much they tried to deny it.

It all started when Mark moved into his new place, a small complex lot in a quiet neighbourhood, perfect for his new career in working from home. Having worked a fast-paced career with lots of travel for most of his life, it was a nice change of pace putting down roots and only leaving the house when he wanted to. The large fluffy white Pyrenees Mountain dog enjoyed his solitude as well, while he didn’t mind dealing with people, he preferred peace and quiet, so he could concentrate on finally making some progress on that long overdue novel he had always wanted to write.

His first encounter with Megan came in the form of a child screaming blue murder outside his house, where there just so happened to be the small communal play area. When he stepped out into his front yard, he spotted a clearly frustrated woman trying to calm her two children down. It didn’t take long for Mark to ascertain the cause of the issue either; there was just something a little off about the little boy that he accurately surmised he was special needs. His younger sister had moved one of his toys, which did not fit into what James was trying to do. Being such a young kid and apparently non-verbal, he could not express his emotions adequately, so it came out in a torrent of screaming and crying. The young, pretty Calico feline woman appeared to be the kids’ mother, who by the looks of things, had not gotten much sleep and was running on fumes. What was worse, when she spotted Mark watching her and her kids over the fence with a look of concern, she clearly felt embarrassed and gave an awkward apology. Or at least, she tried to, it was hard to make out what she was actually saying through all the screaming and crying.

Mark felt sorry for the young mother and exited his little fenced in yard and made his way over to the family. Thankfully, even his presence seemed to distract young James enough that his screaming stopped, the young colourful little kitten just stared wide eyed at the sudden appearance of a large fluffy white dog beside their mother.

“What seems to be the matter here, little man?” Mark asked in his deep, rumbling voice. He knew his height would be imposing to most kids, so he had long since learned to get down to their level. Though, even as he squatted down beside her, Mark was still almost eye level with the young mother.

“Buh, buh…” James mumbled and pointed at the toy his sister had moved without his permission.

“I see, I see” Mark nodded slowly as he rubbed his chin in thought, as if contemplating the intricate argument James had clearly laid out, before he looked over at the little girl, who was trying to hide behind her mother. “What about you, little miss? Do you think your brother could have his truck back? I’m sure he will let you use it later, if you ask nicely?” Mark asked as gently as he could, to which Bella blushed and nodded. “There we go, all good in the hood?” the big fluffy white dog asked as he returned the toy back to the spot James had had it in previously.

“Thank you” the young calico mother said, sounding far more tired than she should.

“Anytime” Mark smiled down at her as he stood up to his full height again. “I’m Mark, by the way. Just moved in, nice to meet you…” he paused, holding out his hand while giving a warm smile.

“Megan, I live next door so…you’re going to be hearing us a lot, I’m afraid” the smaller feline replied with a note of embarrassment as she shook his hand.

“It’s fine, I work from home and don’t have a set schedule these days” the large dog chuckled.

“Oh, then you’ll probably be seeing us around a lot as well…stay at home mom, with a sideline business” she replied with a soft smile. “Or at least, trying to…” she noted as she stared down at her kids. Though she hadn’t said it directly, Mark knew exactly what she meant. She was trying to have a career, but her kids were taking up a lot of her time. She just didn’t want to say it out loud because it would feel like she resented them and was a bad mother for it, even though it was obviously not the case.

Over the next few days, Mark and Megan continually bumped into one another at least a couple times a day. During their chats he learned that she was still happily married, just that her husband had a demanding job and was away on business a lot. They sometimes had a helper come a couple times a week, just so she could keep on top of cleaning the house and other chores that needed doing. The more they chatted, the more time they started spending with one another, until chats in the driveway turned into brief coffee visits at one another’s houses, more often than not, at Megan’s place as she was the one who watched the kids the majority of the time.

It was so gradual and simple that neither of them noticed it even happening, they just got on so well and everything felt so easy. They both just sort of settled into the role of being friends and at times, even confidants. Things were shared which probably shouldn’t, yet they just felt so comfortable with one another it wasn’t even a passing thought not to. The first real change came late one evening when the power in Megan’s place tripped and her first instinct was to call Mark, instead of her husband, who was away once again. With a storm rumbling in the distance, she was clearly out of sorts. Even when he had managed to find the problem and get her lights back on, he could see she was not herself.

“Everything okay?” Mark asked gently, noticing how Megan seemed on edge.

“Yeah, just…it’s nothing, it’s silly” she mumbled softly and shook her head, finding herself unable to meet his gentle gaze.

“What, what’s wrong, Megs?” Mark asked, his big strong hands resting at her shoulders while his thumbs gently brushed along her collarbones. Finally she looked up at him, seeming almost nervous as she chewed at the corner of her bottom lip.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” she began. “I’m…afraid of storms” the calico feline admitted.

“Okay…” Mark nodded slowly, still not understanding what the issue was.

“I’m afraid of storms…but I’m also damned tired, so I won’t be able to fall asleep” she finally said.

“Oh, can’t you take a sleeping pill or something?” the big dog asked in confusion.

“No, then I won’t hear if the kids call out for me” she sighed in frustration. “Look, I know I shouldn’t be asking this of you, but…do you think you could stay the night?” clearly in her sleep deprived state, Megan wasn’t thinking straight.

“Pardon?” Mark asked in surprise, it must have been evident on his face as she quickly stammered her response.

“Oh, nothing like that, no funny business!” Megan quickly spat out. “Just, I won’t be able to sleep alone, Theo normally cuddles me until I fall asleep whenever there’s a storm…but…y’know…he’s not here tonight” the tired feline rambled on.

“Okay, fine…” Mark sighed and pinched at the bridge of his nose between his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was agreeing to. Under any other circumstances, this would have been the perfect setup to one of his more adult stories he would write. But right now, he was just helping a friend, there were no ulterior motives.

Even as he played big spoon to Megan’s little spoon, they both made sure there was no crotch to butt contact. At most, her shoulders were pressed against his chest as she said feeling a strong heartbeat helped her fall asleep faster. She wasn’t kidding either, barely a minute or two of cuddling the smaller married woman and she was snoring her head off. So loud in fact, that Mark found it hard to fall asleep himself. But eventually his own tiredness won out. When he awoke the next morning, he was alone in Megan’s bed. Which was a good thing as he was sporting quite the impressive morning wood.

“God, I hope she didn’t see that…” Mark groaned as he tried to tuck it down his pants leg. Thankfully Megan was nowhere to be found, she had obviously gone somewhere with the kids. Which allowed Mark to make a hasty retreat back to his own place and deal with his morning glory with a nice hot shower.

Things were definitely different between them after that night; there was a strange tension between them whenever they were alone now. Mark swore he kept catching her looking at his crotch when she thought he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t just that either, he swore he could pick up a hint of something in the air whenever she was around, a faint hit of pheromones one would only pick up off someone when they were in heat. But from what he had learned of Megan, she’d had a hysterectomy, so surely that shouldn’t be possible? Granted, he wasn’t a doctor, so he didn’t know all the ins and outs of such a thing, so maybe it could be, who knew.

“Okay, what is it?” Mark finally asked one morning when Megan was over at his place having a coffee. He had caught her staring at his crotch again, though this time she was practically squirming in her seat and chewing at her bottom lip.

“What?” She blinked, suddenly going wide eyed and snapping her gaze up to meet his.

“You keep staring at my crotch, why?” Mark asked in exasperation.

“That night…” Megan mumbled softly.

“Which night?” he asked with a frown.

“The storm…after you fell asleep” she began, speaking softly, as if she didn’t want anyone to overhear. “We were cuddled up together and uhm…” the feline suddenly stopped herself, while a bright blush touched her cheeks.

"What?” Mark asked with raised brows.

“You were…hard…grinding against my behind” the feline finally continued.

“Oh my God…I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry, Megs…” the large dog took his turn to blush and go wide eyed now.

“Big…” was all she replied with.

“Pardon?” Mark felt like he had just gotten mental whiplash, that was not the reply he expected.

“You’re uhm…big” the feline continued with a nervous laugh and an even brighter blush.

“You’re just small…” he countered without thinking.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have a big dick” Megan looked him in the eye finally, with a touch of a cheeky grin.

“How would you know what a big dick feels like?” Mark sighed in exasperation, while he tried to ignore the slight tingle of excitement at their current topic of conversation.

“Because you ground it against my ass all morning after that night” Megan countered with a knowing smirk and an accusingly raised brow.

“Yeah, well…I don’t see you complaining about it” the big dog laughed and stared down into his almost empty coffee mug.

“Why would I?” came the surprising response, again not what he’d expected. “Most action I’ve had in months” she continued, unprompted.

“Years for me” Mark countered again without thinking.

“Really?” Megan asked with raised brows as she stared at him.

“What? Why’re you looking at me like that?” the big dog asked almost defensively.

“I don’t know, I figured a good-looking guy like you, living alone…you’d be clapping cheeks every other weekend” Megan replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“C’mon Megs, you live next-door. When last did you see anyone come visit me, you’ve been here more often than anyone else I know” Mark sighed almost wistfully. The stare with which she fixed upon him was heavy with the unspoken. The air practically crackled with tension and energy, there was a clearly defined line they shouldn’t cross, a final barrier between wrong and right. They had ignored all the previous warning signs and lines they shouldn’t have crossed before, but this one they both knew where and what it was.

That line evaporated like the morning dew beneath the glaring sun; it was as if time skipped and suddenly Megan was in his lap with her lips against his. His hand was grabbing at her ass while they made out on his sofa, she was rolling and grinding herself down against his growing bulge. Her hand that wasn’t currently gripping at the fluffy scruff of his neck was guiding his hand not currently on her ass beneath her tee shirt. Neither of them was dressed to impress, they had long since gone beyond trying to look nice in front of one another. Now they just wore whatever was comfortable, which meant loose and baggy clothing, which in this instance, simply meant they could get beneath it without much hassle. There were no bras or sexy underwear, just bare fur and skin as Mark palmed at her smallish breast, which felt tiny in his palm. But then again, Megan was only half his size, they were perfectly normal tits on her frame, he was just big.

It wasn’t until she had her hand inside his shorts and grasping at his sheath directly that Mark was snapped back to reality. He could feel how wet she was from his fingers rubbing between her thighs from behind, she had practically soaked through her own shorts. He didn’t know what made him think of them, but suddenly Mark was hit by a wave of guilt as he pictured her kids. “Wait, stop…we can’t…” he huffed and panted, while fighting his natural instinct to give in to the swathe of inviting pheromones the needy feline was bathing him in.

“What?” Megan panted, a look of confusion and need still fighting for dominance on her face.

“You’re married…” the dog mumbled as he buried his snout into the crook of her neck.

“I am…” she replied, though it sounded like in the moment, she regretted that fact. Especially because of what she currently had in her hand, which gave his sheath a longing squeeze and caress, before she reluctantly withdrew it from within his clothing. Likewise, he too removed his hand from under her top and his fingers from between her thighs. “I should…go…” Megan mumbled, as she tried to look anywhere but at him. Mark didn’t say anything either, he knew she was right. If she stayed, they would do something foolish which they both would regret.

The next few days felt awkward and empty, Megan seemed to be trying to avoid him. Without their morning chats or stopping to say hello in their driveways even left a void in his days he hadn’t quite expected to feel. But there was definitely a piece of his life missing now, one that technically never should have even been a part of his life to begin with, but now that it was, he missed it, he missed her. But how do you tell someone that, someone you weren’t supposed to miss, that you missed them? She wasn’t his to miss, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“We need to talk” Theo said as he stood in Mark’s doorway one Saturday morning. Megan had taken the kids out for a bit of shopping, so it was a bit of an unexpected visit.

“Uh, sure…everything okay?” Mark asked, with a growing sense of dread.

“Yeah…well, actually…no. I don’t even know where to begin” the tabby patterned feline began as he took a seat in Mark’s lounge. “Megan told me what happened” he said, with a pointed look at Mark.

“I…” Mark began to apologize but was quickly cut off by Theo raising his hand and stopping him before he could start.

“Don’t…I mean, I’m not mad, at least not anymore” he admitted with a tense sigh. “I was at the beginning, but she explained you didn’t do anything wrong, and you were also the one to put a stop to it.”

“Yeah” the big dog sighed and nodded.

“We’ve been talking a lot, Megan and I…” Theo continued, while staring down at his hands. “Look, the thing is, I know I’m not doing right by her. I’m trying, I really am, but…” he paused as a look of disappointment and almost sadness briefly washed over his face.

“But?” Mark gently asked, as if to urge him to continue.

“But…I know I am letting her down in some respects” Finally the feline’s gaze raised to meet Mark’s own. “Particularly the bedroom, I know she’s in her prime now and I…well…I work a lot and am hardly ever home. Even when I am, I still have work and the kids to deal with, so…it’s almost like I’m not even there” the feline admitted with a heavy note of regret.

“Okay…” Mark replied, not sure where all of this was going.

“Look…I know how this story goes, I have seen it happen with friends, I’ve heard all the podcasts…it was only a matter of time before something had to give” Theo continued with a bit more conviction now as he again met the big fluffy white dog’s gaze. “I honestly don’t blame her for…what she did. I understand it, and honestly…I am somewhat thankful it was with you” he seemed to be trying to pick his words rather carefully now, which made Mark somewhat more nervous. “That being said, if…if you two do…stuff…I’ll be okay with it” Theo stated, again finding it hard to meet Mark’s gaze.

Mark frowned in response to what the feline had just said, did he actually hear Theo correctly? He knew about what had happened between his neighbour and his wife, but more than that, he was okay with it. In fact, he was okay if they did more? When Mark didn’t reply immediately, Theo quickly continued to fill the awkward silence.

“Look, the short version is…if she is going to look for satisfaction outside of our marriage, I would prefer it to be with someone I trust not to hurt her. I don’t want her hooking up with random strangers, but at the same time, I don’t want someone trying to break up our marriage either…” Theo finally admitted with another pointed stare at Mark.

“No worries there, I have less than zero interest in splitting you two apart. I could never live with myself if I did that to you and your kids” Mark agreed with a slow now.

“Exactly, you’re a good guy” the feline sighed and relaxed a little, now the main hurdle was out the way. “Also, I don’t want some douche that is going to brag to everyone about him nailing my wife, frankly…I don’t want to know either. As far as we’re concerned, we’re just neighbours” Theo said with raised brows at Mark.

“Megan doesn’t know you’re here, does she?” Mark asked pointedly of the tabby feline.

“No, she doesn’t…and I’d like to keep it that way” he replied as he got up to leave. “I just wanted you to hear it from me though, to help ease your conscience. If anything does happen between you two, I am okay with it. Just…don’t tell me about it.”

“So…no Christmas cards or community letters…” Mark joked, trying to break the tension. Clearly Theo wasn’t in a joking mood however, judging by his ‘I’m already regretting my decision’ glare he shot back. “Okay, okay…message received, neighbour” the big dog smiled apologetically.

It still took a few days more before Megan would even acknowledge Marks presence, but when she did, it felt more awkward than the first time they had met. He was fine with that though; it wasn’t his ultimate goal to get into her pants in the first place. Mark just wanted his friend back, if that meant he had to take it slow, so be it. Only now, he had the extra awkwardness of Theo giving him the side-eye every time he was around, as if he were trying to suss out of the big dog had been ploughing his wife yet. That certainly didn’t help matters at all, it just made Mark feel like he was walking around with a giant scarlet letter on his chest, even though he hadn’t technically done anything wrong.

But in the weeks and months after the fateful incident, things slowly began to settle down and return to normal. While they didn’t yet dare enter one another’s houses yet, at least they were back to chatting and laughing while standing out in public again. It wasn’t quite the same, but it was a far cry from the emptiness that had invaded their lives in the wake of their mistake. They weren’t back to how things used to be just yet, but at least things were definitely on a much better trajectory finally, and Mark was happy with that.

It wasn’t until a couple months later that things changed again, this time it was Megan who appeared standing in Mark’s doorway one morning when Theo had taken the kids out somewhere. She wore the same expression her husband had when he had come to talk to the big dog.

“He told me…everything” she began as she sat opposite Mark in his living room.

“Everything?” Mark inquired with a raised brow at the smaller feline.

“Yes, everything…” Megan continued, her gaze meeting his unwaveringly. “That he told you what I told him, that he isn’t angry…even that he…” she paused for a moment as she searched Mark’s eyes for something. “That he would be okay with it, with us…” she let the ‘us’ hang in the air.

“That’s not what I’m after here, Megs” Mark countered, now leaning forward and staring directly at her. “I’m just a friend; I only ever wanted to be friends…”

“I know, and I appreciate that” she replied with a slight nod. “That’s all I wanted as well…at first” it was the ‘at first’ which caught him by surprise. When she spotted his ears and brows perking, she continued on. “You are a friend, a very dear one at that, but…what if I wanted more?” the pretty calico feline woman asked. His friend…his married with two kid’s friend.

“I…honestly don’t know how to even answer that” Mark admitted. Part of him certainly knew the answer, it was throbbing and twitching in his pants at the idea. But that wasn’t the part of him he knew should be making decisions right now.

“Look, you don’t need to decide right now” Megan smiled and stood up, while reaching over to ruffle Mark’s hair. “Just know that if you do decide to, that you have both mine and Theo’s permission.”

With that, Megan left and went back to her own house to wait for her husband and kids to return home. While Mark was left to sit with a monumental decision to make, was he the kind of guy that could sleep with another mans wife? Younger Mark would definitely be up for it, Megan fit every criteria for MILF status, without a doubt. But more mature and experienced Mark? He too had read all the stories and listened to all the podcasts; he knew these sorts of things had a good chance of blowing up in his face. If it went South and there was a very good chance it would, it wasn’t like Megan was some chick living in another city. She was only a couple feet away, living right next door, he could practically spit on her wall from his front door.

Megan wasn’t subtle about her wants and desires either, she became far more touchy feely over the next couple of weeks. Not that he minded of course, but it was amusing to watch her find any excuse to brush up against him whenever the opportunity arose. Mark had never had any woman work so hard for his attention in his life, so it was rather ironic that the first one to do so was his married neighbour. It was even funnier still watching her get so frustrated that he wasn’t falling for her womanly charms, though the main difference now was that he didn’t feel quite so guilty when he blatantly checked her out. She knew he was looking too, which just drove her even more insane.

Things finally came to a head one evening when Megan was home alone for the first time in weeks. Theo had taken the kids to go visit his folks, but she’d had other commitments and was not able to join. After a couple glasses of wine, the married felines inhibitions began to slip and she found herself at Mark’s front door again.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” she asked with an annoyed pout up at him.

“Excuse me?” Mark asked in surprise at the blatant question.

“You heard me…are you going to fuck me or not?” Megan asked again, this time as she began removing her clothing while walking towards Mark’s bedroom.

“Megs I…wow…” Mark stammered when he finally caught up with her, the felines discarded clothing now in a jumbled pile in his arms. When he arrived at his bedroom door, the married feline was completely nude and on all fours in the middle of his bed. This was not how he imagined their first time going, granted he had actually tried not to imagine it going at all, but that was damned near impossible with all the thoughts she had been stirring in his imagination lately. It was one thing to imagine it, but to see her completely nude and posing in the middle of his bed was something else.

“Don’t you find me attractive?” Megan asked finally, almost sounding hurt as the big dog just stood by, motionless.

“What? Of course I do!” Mark replied immediately.

“Then why don’t you want to fuck me?” she asked angrily.

“I do, believe me, I do…” he began to explain. “It’s just that…if we do this and things go wrong…I’ll lose a good friend.”

“Oh…” Megan replied and flopped down onto his bed before turning around to face him. “I never thought of that” the calico feline admitted.

“Yeah…” Mark sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, cradling the pile of her discarded clothes.

“We’re not horny kids, Mark. We both know what this is, what it can be” Megan sounded more serious and a lot more sober suddenly when she appeared beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. "We've all discussed this and decided on the boundaries, we're all on the same page. As long as we all stick to what we've agreed to, it'll all work out, I promise” she said softly, while gently stroking a hand along his closest arm. “You know I’m married, I know I’m married, neither of us wants to change that. My husband knows about us and how we feel about each other, nothing is hidden or a secret between us. He’s given you his blessing, I’ve given you my blessing, it’s just you that needs to be okay with it now.”

Goddamn did it ever feel weird to be the one needing to be convinced to fuck the naked MILF in his bed. She was right though, there were clear and defined boundaries they had all agreed to, and he did have everyone’s blessing that really mattered in this scenario. With a drawn-out sigh, Mark dumped the pile of clothes onto the floor and turned to face Megan. Before he even got a chance to speak, her lips found his as she kissed him passionately. God, he wished it didn’t feel so easy or so right. He wished he felt guilty for doing it, but he didn’t, it felt as natural as breathing. He didn’t even notice he was moving until he was staring down at Megan with her bare thighs wrapped about his waist and his bulge was grinding against her womanhood.

“This would work a lot better if you got rid of the pants…just saying” she teased with a playful grin, her soft hands had brushed down his sides already so she could tug his shirt out from his waistband.

“Madame, I do believe you’re trying to seduce me” Mark replied in his most posh English accent he could muster under such circumstances.

“I just want some dick” Megan replied in her most huckleberry hick sounding voice she could muster, to which the both of them couldn’t help but break out into peels of laughter.

It was how most people wished their first time could be, though neither of them was a virgin, it did feel like their first time. Megan was already naked, so she lay back and watched as Mark striped out of his clothing. It didn’t take long before both of them were as naked as the day they were born, there were a few shy blushes and giggles, but once their hands did what their minds had wanted to do for so long, all pretence and hesitation went out the window. Megan couldn’t help herself; she went straight for the big dog’s sheath. It had been months since she had initially felt him against her behind, but now she was finally getting to actually hold him in her hands.

She knew Mark was going to be bigger than her husband, it would be genetically impossible or that not to be the case. But she didn’t realize just how much bigger he would be until he was hard and throbbing within her grasp. The calico feline stared in wonderment at the cock she was gently caressing, it looked like something she only ever saw in porn movies. Part of her was actually intimidated by Mark’s size, but another part of her was screaming “Oh fuck yes!”

“You’re going to have to wait to try that, there’s something I have been wanting to do for the longest time” the big dog growled down at the mesmerized feline fondling his dick. He didn’t wait for her to respond either, he simply man handled the married woman onto her back, before he grabbed and hoisted her thighs up over his shoulders. Megan didn’t get a chance to reply or even speak before Mark’s long pink tongue was jammed up her cunt and curling within her as if he were drinking water. He knew what he was doing too, he’d done it to enough ex-girlfriends that he wasn’t surprised when he saw the felines eyes go cross-eyed, and her speech became even less intelligible than a kid mid sugar rush. He could hear her toes curling and clicking behind his head as he ate her cunt out like only a big dog could, his cold textured nose pressed right against her clit as his tongue slithered and coiled about inside her unrelentingly.

It didn’t even take him that long to make her pop the first time either, at least she was easy to read when she did as well, the way her entire body tensed then just jittered and jerked like she was being electrocuted. Mark didn’t slow down either, he just kept right on eating her out, right through her second and even third climax. It wasn’t until she was actively swatting him on the nose that he finally relented, setting her behind back down on his bed while he licked his sodden lips.

“Jerk…what the fuck was that?” Megan hissed and groaned as she stuck both hands between her thighs and curled into the foetal position while glaring at him.

“Told you, just something I wanted to do for a while…” Mark smiled back at her as innocently as he could, though his damp muzzle and throat just made him appear like the goddamn Cheshire cat.

“Uh huh, if you ate out every girl you dated like that, there’s no fucking way you’d be single right now…” the still strangely pissed off feline accused.

“Oh, I did…they just didn’t want to put up with my constant requests for anal” the fluffy white dog replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“That is a terrible joke, my good sir” Megan huffed and scowled at him, while reaching out to poke a finger against his thick red length. “That is far too big for such activities.”

“Exactly” Mark replied with a chuckle and shrug of his shoulders.

“Hmm, maybe one day. But first…I need to see if I can even take you normally” Megan replied as she slowly got to all fours and crawled into Mark’s lap. “Thank you for this” she replied softly, her arms loosely clasped around his neck as she kissed his chin gently. His thickness was pressing against her lower abdomen as she settled herself in his lap, with no real rush to get to the main act. For now, she was just enjoying the closeness.

“Anytime, Megs” Mark replied with a gentle kiss to her forehead. He too was in no rush, despite having a very naked woman sitting in his lap and grinding against his erection. It still didn’t feel weird or wrong, it just felt simple, two friends sharing a moment together. No guilt or hangups, just simple and pure adult fun.

“Fuck you’re big” Megan mumbled against his cheek again while she lightly rubbed her face against his. She could feel his thick and heavy his cock was as she lightly ground herself against it.

“Usually they only say that after I try get it inside them” he teased with a cheeky grin, which this time earned a laugh from the naked feline in his lap.

“Here, let’s make it easier for you” the big dog replied as he lay back beneath her, his arms folding behind his head so he wasn’t tempted to guide her motions. “Take it at your own pace” he offered with a smile of encouragement.

Megan didn’t make any remarks this time, she just smiled gratefully as she rest her hands against his chest for stability. Slowly she raised her hips up a little, with one hand reaching down to guide his cock where she wanted it. Their eyes locked when she felt his tapered tip nudge against her opening, her lips parted as she began to press back and down onto him. There was no mistaking the feeling of just how big he was as he finally entered her, that feeling of being stretched and filled in one motion. She managed to take more of his cock than he would have guessed her capable of handling, but she still barely managed half his length before she had to stop.

“Yeah, that’s not going in my ass anytime soon…” Megan huffed with a laugh as she stirred her hips, feeling the thick canine cock stretching her snug little cunt wider than she’d ever felt before.

“Damn, guess that means I can’t marry you then” Mark shot back with a grin.

“Ass” the feline replied before she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yes, your honour, that is why we had to get divorced…ass” the big dog retorted, taking his turn to stick out his tongue back at her.

“Most guys would be happy with just my pussy, you know” Megan growled and laughed at Mark, before she playfully swatted at his chest.

“What a pussy it is, very tasty, would eat there again” he just couldn’t help himself.

“I would say fuck you, but I am currently trying to, so…” the calico feline laughed before wincing again as she sunk down another inch or two. “Fuck me, does this thing ever end?” she groaned and rubbed a hand along her taut belly, as if she expected to feel a comical bulge where his dick was currently filling her.

“Guess that means no folding you like origami and pounding you like a cheap whore then” Mark teased with a toothy grin.

“I mean…not yet, but…at some point…yes please?” Megan replied with a shy smile and a bright blush.

“Excuse me, what?” Mark was genuinely surprised by her response to his joke.

“What? Sometimes a girl just wants to get ridden hard and put away dirty” the innocent looking feline replied.

“Jeezus, I knew I liked you before, but goddamn…” he laughed and couldn’t help but grin up at her.

“Now shut up, I’m trying to take your dick here and need to concentrate!” Megan demanded with all seriousness, which only made Mark laugh even louder.

It took a good long while, but eventually she did manage to seat herself down on his knot. There was no fucking way she was going to be able to take that however, which was just as well. At least they didn’t have to worry about condoms, they were both clean and without her “engine” as she put it, there was no chance of her getting pregnant, no matter how much he came inside her. That worked out well for both of them in the end, Megan found out she rather enjoyed getting a nice messy creampie from the big dog’s big balls. Mark enjoyed it simply because he didn’t have to pull out, which helped as he did have a tendency not to go soft until after his third climax. That was something else Megan enjoyed too, that he kept on fucking her even after making a mess of her.

It was an intense first night, thankfully she didn’t have far to walk the next morning, especially seeing as she was walking a little bit funny. But for the first time in a long time, Megan felt satisfied and genuinely happy. They both did, like a missing piece of a puzzle had been put into place neither of them had even known was missing to begin with.