FSE

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The two of them were standing in the driveway. Their Hyundai was parked on the curb just out front, as he wanted to give the client the opportunity to pull up into the driveway as if it was their own.

“They are late.” Sharon told him while she checked her phone.

“Fashionably, I hope.” He replied with a sigh, hands tucked into his pockets.

Trey Maxwell was a real estate agent and today was a Saturday afternoon with picture perfect weather. As they waited, he moved his eyes across the front yard. It looked good, the HOA in this subdivision was keeping up with every house, even the ones for sale.

He and his wife were waiting for a possible buyer on a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath home that was currently on the market for 450,000K. It was a very nice property with front and back yards and a below ground pool in the backyard. So far, he’d shown this house to fourteen potential buyers and they’d all passed it over due to the price. Trey had to negotiate with the seller to bring the price down to what it currently was. The original price had been half a mill, but that was pretty steep even for this area.

As his eyes finished surveying the yard he landed his gaze on his wife as she stood near to him with her phone in hand. She was using both thumbs to type something on her screen, and so he stole the opportunity to look her up and down again. Since they were showing off a very expensive house, they’d both dressed nicely for the occasion.

He was a doberman with a rich pure coat of warm brown fur, over that he wore beige and white. A nice pair of dress slacks with a white button-down shirt, over which he wore a casual blazer. Toss in a few spritzes of cologne and he was quite the sharp looking man. Trey looked like he was about to take his wife out on a date, and he might just do that if he could get this new buyer on lock for the house.

Sharon, to her credit, was dressed better than he was.

The siamese cat next to him was wearing a rich hunter green dress. It was made out of some kind of soft elastic material that hugged her body from her knees to her chest. It had long sleeves that ended in some pale green ruffles, and she’d picked out a gold necklace and a matching set of earrings. The green and gold looked wonderful on her, and the bra she’d picked out gave her chest some lift.

It was an outfit that was only modest in that she was full covered, not even any cleavage, but it did nothing at all to hide that Trey was married to a very gorgeous woman. Her butt was getting hugged by her dress just as much as her breasts were, and both were amply sized and grabbable.

Seeing her like that made him want to take up big handfuls of both, but he resisted the temptation.

But by then a large extended cab began to turn into the driveway, looking like last year’s Chevy Silverado. Trey suppressed his disappointment. New truck or no, it was still a cheaper vehicle for someone trying to buy a 450,000 dollar house.

His wife stepped up beside him, her phone now tucked away. She hooked her arm into his, and he looked down her way and she gave him this big optimistic smile in reply. He smiled back.

She didn’t actually work for him in real estate. His wife worked full time Monday to Friday at a garden supply store in town, but if it was a weekend she would sometimes tag along with him to be a pretty face to help show off houses. A nicely dressed attractive couple helped sell houses, or at least that’s what Trey liked to believe since he’d been making it work for the last three years.

He and Sharon had been married for two years but had been dating for nearly two years prior to that. They’d started dating not too long after they’d met, having quickly hit it off after a chance meet cute at a housewarming party.

The two of them watched as a stocky looking bull climbed out of the driver’s seat before clapping the door shut. Jeans, a tucked in pearl snap shirt, very well groomed. He was a man of ambiguous income, between the truck and his own person.

“Mornin’!” The man greeted them loudly.

Trey greeted him in reply first, followed by his wife, and they briefly exchanged handshakes. The bull had a strong grip, a deep voice, but it didn’t feel like he was a man made of money.

“You’ll have to forgive my wife, she’s running late. We couldn’t come in the same vehicle, but she shouldn’t be too long behind me.” The bull told them.

“That’s not a problem at all, we can wait.” Trey replied back.

Sharon started asking polite questions, mainly about what had led their client to start looking for houses. Trey’s spirits began to lift as he listened and gently participated in the pleasantries.

The bull, a Mr. Bachus, worked as a department head for a steel company. Trey didn’t know anything about the steel industry apart from the fact it worked with metals and was probably a largely blue-collar line of work. The gentleman told them that he travels a lot for work. He revealed that he didn’t care much about where he lived as it didn’t matter any, he was still going to be forced to catch flights all across the country to visit different offices and mills to do his job, which was now sounding like a better paying gig than Trey had originally assumed.

So, it was because his wife was getting transferred to a new office that they needed to go house hunting. It was to get her closer to work to cut down on her commute time.

It was then that a Tesla started pulling up the driveway to park behind the Chevy. Trey’s eyebrows lifted at the Tesla, leading him to wonder which model that one was. Some EVs were affordable, but Tesla had more than a few that were pricey.

A very nicely dressed looking doe stepped out of the driver seat, sunglasses on her head and wearing a tight navy blue casual pant suit. Sharon had still been clinging to his arm with her own, and as the deer stepped out of her car, she had begun to squeeze his arm gently.

Mr. Bachus had turned his attention to the doe, presumably his wife, and Trey stole the chance to look down at Sharon. She was looking back up at him with big eyes and an expression that told him she had noticed something she liked. He didn’t know what that something was, but she was happy, so it lifted his own spirits.

“Finally, here.” The doe replied with a hint of British accent, then removed her sunglasses.

The woman approached her husband, lifting up her chin with her lips presented. The bull responded by giving her a peck on the lips.

The doe then introduced herself as his wife, they all shook hands, and then the doe took charge of the tour asking immediate questions about the house and gesturing for Trey and Sharon to begin giving their tour of the property.

Trey moved swiftly, unlocking the front door while he answered a question about how the local HOA handles lawn care. Once they were inside the doe was fixated on the quality of the kitchen and the master bathroom.

Fortunately, this was a very nice house. The master bath had both a walk-in tiled shower as well as a large jacuzzi style tub. It featured a his-and-her sink with ample counter tops, as well as a small walk-in linen closet for storage. The toilet was isolated into its own small room and came with a bidet style toilet.

The previous owner had renovated the kitchen a few years before putting the home onto the market. It now featured all stainless-steel appliances with black marble countertops and white wood. The oven was an induction built into the kitchen island, and there was a built-in microwave and air fryer installed opposite side of the oven. The kitchen island was also where the sink was located, featuring a double basin.

All floors in the home were hardwood for most rooms, but featured tile in the bathrooms.

The doe was clearly the one doing the shopping today, her husband following behind her without many questions of his own to ask. Mrs. Bachus asked most of the questions, often pointed questions, and was very detail oriented.

After an hour and a half of being grilled through every room in the home, the doe turned to her husband.

“What do you think?” She asked him.

“You like it?” He asked instead.

The doe looked thoughtful for a moment, then she turned back to Trey.

“Tell the owner we’ll do 430, no higher.” The doe told him firmly.

Trey smiled and agreed that he’d pass that along to the seller immediately.

After Mr. and Mrs. Bachus left, Trey and his wife had the seller on speaker phone in their car as they made to leave as well. By the time they got home, the seller had agreed to the price of $430,000 and next week was going to be a big one for Trey. He had a house to close and a commission to earn.

“I’m going to be so glad to get this house sold.” He said aloud, exhaling hard, now at home and sitting on the couch in their living room.

Trey was slouching, sagging into the cushions while he tipped his head back until it bumped against the wall. With both hands he was running his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he let out another satisfied exhale.

“Between closing that and the Oakley house I’ll get around 24k in commission.” He added, letting out a long sigh as he felt his toes begin to curl in his shoes, a quiet wet noise now audible against the background noise of their AC unit blowing.

He lowered his hands, dropping and propping his elbows up onto the back of the couch while he relaxed deeper into the couch cushions.

The wet noise stopped.

“Is that the one with the water feature in the backyard?” His wife asked, then the wet noise resumed.

Trey looked down at his wife, the feline was on her knees and between his legs. The doberman’s slacks were unzipped, wiggled comfortably down his hips to free up the space needed for his wife to extract his cock from his underwear.

She was presently bobbing her head up and down his length, carefully giving a well-deserved blowjob after finally finding a buyer for that stupidly overpriced house.

“No, it’s the one with the brick driveway. The water feature is over in the Park Isle subdivision.” He told her.

She nodded with understanding; her lips still wrapped around his thick shaft. Her bright green eyes were looking up at him, the two making eye contact until she smiled shyly around his cock. When she closed her eyes, he kept watching her work.

The siamese was great at giving head, something he’d learned all the way back when they’d first started dating. As traditional as she wanted to keep their dating life, about a year into their relationship she shyly volunteered to give him head. She thought of it as a kind of compromise between keeping things traditional and being more modern, since he wasn’t as traditional as she was.

Sharon had been awkward at it at first, terrible if he was being honest, but she was motivated to give her boyfriend something special, and now the woman between his legs was capable of sucking the soul out of his cock. She never told him, but he figured maybe the blow jobs weren’t just a compromise between their two dating philosophies. Sharon was always an affection woman, and he liked to think there was a part of her that wanted to sleep with him a lot sooner than their honeymoon, and that the blow job compromise was something for herself, like hunting for an excuse to justify breaking her own strict rules.

But regardless of her reasons, it didn’t change that Sharon was in fact a very traditional sort of woman. When they first started dating, they kept things very old school. Dates were dates, not a Tinder hook up. They didn’t move in together until after he proposed and she’d accepted. He had to put his faith in her that if he put a ring on that finger that she’d deliver more than just a blowjob.

He groaned as she lowered her head down his cock again, letting his thick meaty length slide across her tongue until he was prodding at the back of her throat. Sharon didn’t gag anymore, only gulped and swallowed.

Trey had a large cock, and when she’d made that first offer to give him head, she’d been very surprised by what she found in his pants. He almost thought she’d chicken out, but she very courageously gave an amateur blowjob that required a handjob to bring him to a finish. His cumshot had surprised her, too, but that didn’t chicken her out either, thankfully.

Trey wasn’t a porn star, or at least he didn’t think so, but he certainly knew he had the dick of one. A teenage version of himself had a bit of an ego about his size until an ex-girlfriend in high school popped it with a needle by cheating on him with a guy on the football team. The shame and heartbreak left him humbled, and afterwards he stopped flexing naked at himself in the mirror thinking he was untouchable.

God, but watching his girlfriend struggle to blow him that first time had been so hot it made him feel like a teenager again. She used to gag, because his shaft was too long for her short muzzle. Honestly, he’d assumed she’d bolt when she saw him naked the first time! A girl as tame as Sharon would have gotten cold feet at the sight of his package. To his relief, she didn’t bolt. Oh, she’d been nervous and anxious the entire time, but miraculously she’d accepted his dick as being a part of the whole Trey package deal.

Now, after two years of marriage she’d long since stopped gagging on him, had even stopped doing that before they were even married. She’d figured out how to swallow him down cleanly by the time they were on their honeymoon.

His wife’s lipstick-coated lips were now touching his huge knot, and he watched as she held her head still. Soon as he’d told her about ‘that thing’ he liked, she’d started doing it every time for him. That ‘thing’ was just this right now, holding still with everything but his knot lodged in her mouth, her tongue gently licking along his underside, and her throat quietly swallowing around his shaft.

Since he could only ever look down at her, he’d never seen it if his dick went deep enough down the back of her throat for there to be a bulge. There probably was, since there was an awful lot of dick wedged down her throat right now.

But what he could see was still divine. Her fur was a pretty cream color with a face a warm brown mask. Her hands and feet were brown, too, like she was wearing socks and gloves. Every time he looked her in the eyes, it was like he was looking at a toasted marshmallow, and if she kept her lips moving long enough, he’d be giving her a hot gooey center soon enough.

Sharon started sliding her head back, since she could only hold so much air in her lungs at one time. She popped off the end of his dick, Trey watching as his cock glistened with her spit. The subtle smears of lipstick were evident up and down his shaft, her makeup having transferred from her lips to his cock in the form of faded rings.

“Do you want to wait until after dinner?” She asked him, reaching a hand up to wipe at the corner of her mouth with a thumb.

He shook his head, and her hand was already wrapping around him to begin rhythmically stroking him.

“No, but it might ruin your dinner if we don’t.” He chuckled.

“Good, my butt doesn’t need to get any bigger.” She smiled at him.

But before he could tease her by saying he liked her ass being a little bigger, she was already going down on him again. He bit his tongue and let her work; the mentioning of dinner told him more than enough. She was now working on a schedule, and they had a dinner date to make.

A few minutes later Trey was again leaning backwards against the couch, his head back, hands up to his head. His fingers stroked through his short hair as he groaned louder. His toes were again curling in his shoes, the doberman resisting the urge to squirm as his wife held one hand firmly around his swollen and angry knot.

Her other delicate hand was cradling his balls, very gently massaging them as her lips rapidly rose and fell across his shaft.

His cock was already spitting pre across her tongue, and she was swallowing in sync with the movement of her head. Every time she sank herself down his length, she’d give an audible gulp as soon as his tip was rubbing the back of the throat. No sooner than a rope of clear runny pre escaped his tip, she had it swallowed.

“Close.” He exhaled shakily.

Sharon went faster, her hand squeezing his knot tight. When he felt it, that rising ball of pleasure deep in his groin, his back began to arch. They had dinner plans, so he didn’t do anything to stop it, he just let the moment flow naturally.

He grunted through gritted teeth, his eyes glued to the ceiling, chest rising and falling quickly. The first rope launched, a volley of seed under pressure that disappeared into his wife’s waiting mouth. The second followed, then a third. Each time his cock erupted, shooting another sticky string of seed, his nuts jerked tightly in Sharon’s gentle grip. Her hand never left his knot, giving him a firm squeeze as he unloaded himself into her waiting mouth.

Trey could hear her audibly swallowing, quick noisy gulps like she was drinking from a bottle of water.

He lost track of time, could only track the sensation of his climax as he was carefully milked by his feline lover. His wife’s hand eventually left his knot, but his nuts were still left cradled in her other palm.

When Trey looked back down, panting now, he found his wife was nursing the tip of his cock. She was still quietly swallowing, and he could feel that his orgasm was tapering off to a trickle. His loads were always thick and heavy, just another reason why his teenage self had been so smug about his supposed invincibility with women. Now that he was married, he was back to feeling smug, as it felt good having a wife that enjoyed being on her knees for him.

She looked up at him, smiled around his tip, then looked back down. A minute later and she removed her mouth, revealing that his cock was still smeared with red rings of lipstick.

Sharon put her hands onto his knees and pushed herself up to her feet. She was still wearing the same dress from when they were showing off the house, but she’d pulled the bottom hem up above her knees so she could kneel comfortably. Now that she was up, she fixed the hem and let the dress ride down her legs like it was supposed to.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” She told him, lifting a hand to her mouth to blow him a kiss.

He nodded to her that he understood, and she quickly turned and made her exit from their living room. Sharon hated kissing after giving him head, she always had to run off to rinse her mouth out or brush. He didn’t personally care, but something about it seemed to bother her.

While she was off taking care of that, he got up to his own feet and started trying to adjust himself back into his underwear. His erections were never quick to go down, so he had to mentally sabotage his erection by thinking unsexy thoughts. As he willed himself to soften, he continued to work himself back into his pants.

Like stuffing snacks into a purse before sneaking them into a movie theater, he managed to stuff himself back into his pants. With a half-erect cock and sheath full of knot, he managed to tuck his shirt in and get himself zipped back up. He just had to trust that he’d continue to shrink on the drive to the restaurant.

Sharon came back into the living room, doing that thing with her lips, the thing that women do when they just put on lipstick. She gave him a look over, reaching up to his collar to fix it, then glided her eyes down his front.

“Still?” She sighed at his crotch, noticing his more than prominent bulge.

“It’ll be fine.” He replied, then leaned down to kiss her.

She lifted her chin and they kissed, the fresh taste of spearmint touching the tip of his tongue.

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“A reminder.” She told him, gently cutting into her cheesecake with a fork to break a small piece off, using the side to mop up some of the strawberry sauce that had oozed across the plate.

“For?” He asked over his beer.

“Brenda is out Monday, so I have to stay late to help cover the end of her shift.” Sharon reminded him.

He nodded with understanding.

“Right.” Trey replied.

With Sharon working at the store, she had several coworkers. Brenda was a much older lady that had to take Monday off for something medical related. Trey didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t care. If Sharon knew she wasn’t sharing it. Could be ‘lady business’ for all he knew.

“So, around 8 o’clock then?” He asked to confirm.

She swallowed her bite of cheesecake.

“Mmm. Traffic will be terrible, maybe 8:30.” She replied, the two of them were talking about the time she’d be getting home.

Her schedule was normally 6 to 3. She was there to help open the store every day, then another group of people would shuffle in a few hours later and be the ones to close the store. Brenda was one of the closers, and so Sharon had volunteered to work the extra hours to help cover for Brenda. It sounded like a very long day.

“You want to wait until then to eat, or what do you want to do?” Trey asked.

The two had finished their entrees and were now just idling at the table. They had picked out a nice seafood place that they hadn’t tried yet. Sharon was enjoying her dessert of cheesecake with strawberry topping, while Trey had passed on dessert. He was enjoying a light beer, something that would give the illusion of an alcoholic beverage without putting his driving at risk.

“That’s awfully late to eat. I might honestly just pack myself something to snack on so you can eat when you feel like it.” She told him.

He shook his head.

“Just order something off DoorDash. No, just text me what you want, and I’ll put the order in for you, so you don’t have to try to do it on your phone.” Trey told her.

She rolled her eyes.

“My butt doesn’t need to get any bigger.” She replied with a smile, stabbing into her cheesecake for another bite.

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Trey kicked off his shoes and pushed them into their spot next to the door with his foot. As he went around checking to make sure all the doors were all locked, Sharon had already retreated to the bedroom.

Once he felt the house was secure, he too went to the bedroom. His wife’s dress was already back on a hanger and suspended on the back of the closet door. The doberman pulled off his blazer and began to hang it back up on his side of the closet. His shirt came off next, which was then tossed into the hamper they kept in the corner of the bedroom.

When he poked his head into the master bath, Sharon was carefully removing her contacts. Trey could never watch her do it, couldn’t even handle touching his own eyeballs, just thinking about it would make his eyes want to water.

But what he could watch was his wife’s ass. With her dress gone, all that remained was her lingerie. Trey leaned himself against the door frame and openly ogled the half-naked feline as she went about her evening routine.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” She asked him, looking at him through the reflection in the mirror.

She’d finished removing her contacts, her eyes now a bright blue instead of the green her colored contacts gave her.

“None so far. You want to do anything?” He asked, now looking at her face in the mirror.

With a damp cloth she began to rub the fur of her face, across her cheeks and around her eyes.

“Let’s make breakfast tomorrow morning. I picked up some things at the store when I went yesterday.” She told him.

He smiled, then leaned off the door frame and stepped into the bathroom to join her. She began to soak and rinse the cloth she was using as he came up behind her. Putting his hands over her shoulders he started to play with the straps of her bra.

“I like that. A lazy Sunday?” He asked her, planting a small kiss on his wife’s neck.

She gently thrust her hips back to bump herself against him. Grinning, he took a step back, lifting and flicking both bra straps clean off her shoulders. Both sides slipped down her arms, her breasts beginning to sag heavily without the support of a bra. She sighed and finished wringing out the washcloth before shaking it out and folding it over the edge of the sink.

Trey watched her turn around to lean her butt against the counter.

“I blew you before dinner, buddy.” She looked up at him, using the nickname she used whenever she felt he deserved a playful scolding.

Reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, she dropped the lace item to the bathroom floor while he stared at her big ample rack, nice round healthy mounds with plump areolas. One of her finest assets, alongside her ass. Trey was a lucky man.

“I skipped dessert tonight, maybe I can fit something in before bed?” He told her, stepping up to her.

He came in for a kiss, and she welcomed it, both his hands rising to her breasts. He gave both of them a squeeze, Sharon lifting her hands to find his. She squeezed his hands and helped him hold a tight grip onto her tits.

When he pulled away, he told her to scoot to the bed if she was done in the bathroom.

Sharon turned and left, Trey swatting her on the butt as she made her exit. She picked up her pace, quietly hurrying until she turned by spinning on her feet. She lost her balance and fell backwards gracelessly onto the end of their bed. By the time he reached her, she’d already pulled her panties down and shaken them off her feet and to the floor.

He took his own turn to kneel, pushing her thighs apart while she sat on the edge of the bed. Sharon pulled her knees up, her feline flexibility making it easy to offer herself up to her husband like a plate full of dessert. When he began to dig in, it started with a kiss.

Sharon’s pussy was a plush mound, soft and gentle, the perfect contrast to his rigid cock. As his dick started to pitch a tent in his pants, he was running his tongue up along her cleft. He gave as good as he got. If she could swallow him down to his knot and leave him coated with smears of lipstick, then he could bury his wet nose right against her clit and start licking.

Trey pushed his tongue inside her, tasting her inside and out, purposely making sure his saliva was making its way all over her. He wanted to make a mess of her; to leave her coated and well lubed, as she certainly needed it. Even as he slipped his soft tongue inside her, he could feel how tight she was.

His wife had always been tight, even since their first night together. She was like an adorable, soft, vice clamp. Everything they did together had to be gentle, whatever power and lust he wanted to unload onto and into her had to be carefully measured.

Sharon was his little marshmallow wife, and he couldn’t risk breaking her, even if he desperately wanted to run roughshod over her pussy. It took willpower to restrain himself, which is why he cut so loose when he ate her pussy. He didn’t have to worry about his mouth breaking her tight little pussy.

She was moaning, hugging herself, cradling her breasts in her arms as she laid out on the bed. Her body was freely squirming, allowing herself to just exist under her husband’s attention. He gave as good as he got until his face was coated in his own spit and her now liberally flowing juices.

Trey moved his hands across her thighs, started pushing at her legs. The cat understood his intentions and began to draw her knees further up until she could hug them to her chest.

Soon as she was in this new position with her knees together and feet over her head, he pushed himself up to his feet. The doberman reached out, planted one hand behind her knees and grabbed them both. Sharon was already moving her own hands to cover her face.

Trey eyes were fixed on his wife’s exposed pussy, bare and vulnerable. With his free hand he reached down and touched the tips of two fingers to her lips. When he slipped them in, he had to push past that tight resistance, that grip she always had whenever he touched her. He could feel the snug embrace around his fingers, warm and wet.

“Gentle.” She told him through her hands.

He was already rocking his hand against her pussy. Trey watched intently as he curled his pinky and index finger into his palm, leaving only his ring and middle inside his wife. His hands were bigger than hers, so he could reach far deeper inside her than she ever could herself. Both fingertips felt around her inner walls, searching for that particular spot, and she started squirming soon as he’d zeroed in on the location.

He stopped rocking his hand and just pushed his two fingers against that spot. Her body quietly continued to squirm, her pussy tightly winking around his fingers as he very gently vibrated his fingers. Very small motions, like he was feathering the space bar on a keyboard.

Sharon giggled, her toes spread out in the air as she wiggled.

“Gentle.” He repeated her own words back to her.

“Don’t.” She giggled louder.

He pushed against that spot, then firmly slid his fingers back just a hair, then pushed them forward. No more than an inch, that’s all he was sliding his fingers inside her, slow and steady.

Sharon was so wet, she was drooling nectar down her pussy and between the cheeks of her ass. His hand was started to liberally drip, right off his last knuckles and onto her fur.

“Don’t what?” He played coy.

She hummed in reply, like she was hiding a moan.

“Trey!” She giggled, couldn’t stop herself.

He felt giddy, too. Sharon was so vanilla that apart from the incredible head she gave him, their bedroom play was pretty mild by comparison. The doberman’s best chance to really control her, to really put her in her place as the woman Trey was destined to pleasure, was when he was knuckle deep in her pussy.

Trey started rocking his hand in and out of her, his fingers firmly sliding along her inner wall. She loudly groaned, toes curling, and he quickly slipped his whole hand free of her. She let out the breath she’d held, and he started teasing her with the back of his two fingers.

Light tapping, no differently than if you were tapping a desk impatiently. It made her giggle and scold him for teasing her. He pushed his fingers back in, found the spot instantly, and then resumed the rapid rubbing pace. She was again groaning, body squirming, cupping her hands over her mouth so she couldn’t get any noisier than her shame would allow.

He slipped himself free of her again on purpose, then touching his thumb to the tip of his middle finger. He thumbed her right on the clit.

“Trey!” She kicked her legs but didn’t break the grip of the hand behind her knees.

“Yes?” He asked her, already slipping his fingers back into her.

He was drinking in the authority of controlling her right now, rapidly massaging her insides, making her squirm, groan, and now gasp. He’d already done a good job of eating her out, drawing her out to a place where she was standing on a sexual precipice. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge, she’d fall into an orgasm if he just nudged her the right way.

Trey started fingering her more roughly.

“Baby!” She gasped, her body responding sharply to his touch.

He was panting quietly as he began to roughly plow her pussy with his fingers, The motion of his hand against her pussy began to sound like love making, the soaking wet fur of her mound and his hand was producing a clapping sound, a wet and sloppy source of noise pollution.

When Sharon came, she squealed into her hands, her toes spreading in the air as wide as they could do. Trey continued to milk her, roughly jabbing his fingers into her as he felt the heavenly sensation of her pussy rhythmically squeezing around his fingers. Rapid, undulating waves of loose tunnel followed sharply by a vice clamp. Her orgasms were always like that, and they felt even better around his cock, her body out of control until she was left quietly shuddering against the bed.

He pulled his dripping hand free and removed his other hand from behind her knees. Sharon dropped her legs to the bed, spread eagle on the mattress with her chest heaving.

The doberman reached down to his pants and began to undo them. The tent he was pitching was almost painful. Despite the blowjob he’d gotten earlier, he was eager to go again. The fabric of his underwear was stretched taut as his pants were shaken down his legs. He dropped his underwear next and kicked them free.

His cock was angrily throbbing, finally free and ready for the warm tight hole in front of it.

“Do you want me to go down?” She asked him, but he shook his head.

The doberman was already lining his dick up with her slit. Just how she liked it, he went slow.

Trey pressed his tip against her lips and sank himself inside. He listened as she drew in a quiet breath, his own breathing quickening as he was enveloped by her warm, tight vice.

Groaning, he gently eased himself deeper. She squirmed on the bed, the cat reaching for her knees to grab them both. She was tight, but also deep. He never struggled to sink himself down to the knot, it was just a tight thrill ride to make it happen.

From tip to knot she gripped him, like a set of hands wrapped around his cock and giving him a generous squeeze.

“Trey.” She said his name with an exhale.

His cock twitched inside her, eager. What he wouldn’t give to just go to town on her, really give her the fucking she deserved. Trey kept his wants reeled in, simply allowed his big cock to rest inside her warm embrace as she grew used to his presence.

Sharon let go of her knees and pushed herself up with her hands. They kissed, Trey wrapping his arms around her to draw her in tight, holding her still while his cock quietly throbbed with need inside her body.

He pulled away, letting her go to fall back to the bed. The doberman picked her legs up and put them over his shoulders. Sharon twisted her legs in his grip, turning them inward so she could lock her feet behind his neck to help hold her legs up.

Wrapping her legs into a hug, he began to slowly make love to her with gentle rhythmic thrusts. Sharon laid her head down onto the bed and hugged herself, cradling her breasts as he maintained a perfect pace. His cock was angrily throbbing inside her, twitching and spitting clear lubricant inside her.

Trey had to shut his eyes and concentrate, nuzzling the inside of one of her calves with the side of his face. Every thrust forced his cock through her tight grip, a slow death to his stamina, like a death by a thousand cuts. He could go out and hike for hours, or swing by the gym and do however many reps he wanted on any machine. He was a fit man, as toned and capable as he was professional at his job.

But Sharon could wear him down with just her tight heavenly pussy. A part of him wanted to test himself, wanting to find out just how great his physical stamina really was if he could ever just fuck her. The idea of fucking the hell out of his wife like he was a machine born to it, that got a enough of a rise out of his cock that he had to slow down his thrusts.

She could milk him with her pussy, and all she had to do is lie there on her back while he inhaled through his nose and exhaled through the mouth. It was just like reps on the bench, he just couldn’t figure out which part of the movement was harder, the push or the pull.

“I already came, baby. You can go.” She exhaled breathlessly.

He opened his eyes, saw her watching him. Trey nodded.

The doberman really did want to give it to her, but she wasn’t into that. He’d found himself the most vanilla of horny wives. She wanted to give him blowjobs, wanted him to eat her out and finger her, and most of all she wanted him inside her to pop his cork. So long as he took it easy the whole time he was doing it, to throttle it back, matching her vanilla energy.

He withdrew his dick, a satisfying wet slurp following the motion.

“Roll over for me.” He told her, letting go of her legs.

She rolled onto her side and started crawling further onto the bed, taking to her hands and knees. Sharon looked behind herself and wiggled her ass at him with a smile. He climbed after her, reaching out to grab her juicy ass with both hands.

He squeezed her by the cheeks and resisted the urge to spank her. He might have given her a mischievous swat on the butt during the day, but clapping a hand across her ass in bed was crossing a boundary. So, he rejected the temptation even though her ass was asking for it.

Trey stood up on his knees behind her and gave a final squeeze to her cheeks. He then lined himself up with her again and slid back inside. Once he was again knot deep in her, he couldn’t resist the ass in front of him and he grabbed it again.

Two big handfuls of her rump, and with both thumbs he pried her cheeks apart so he could stare down the valley of her ass. His cock was wedged deep in his wife, his huge knot nestled right up against her lips.

She giggled and wiggled her butt at him, and in reply he pulled her ass open wider. He thumbed the crack of her ass, exposing her forbidden asshole to him as he eyed her longingly. She giggled louder.

“Trey!” She laughed, wiggling her butt more in protest.

He gave her taut little asshole a final look, a hole she’d never let him take. Admired it even, as her ass was as fine a view as was her tits. Every inch of her deserved his dick, but he had to suppress his desire. Sharon’s tight little asshole, complete with a secret little beauty mark nestled right next to it, was off limits. Her energy was vanilla, so he had to match that.

The doberman let go, letting her cheeks settle back into place. Now taking his wife by the hips he began to make slow love to her again, with same steady pace as he had before. She helped him quietly, arching her back and rolling her ass backwards like an offering. His thrusts came as a steady thumping, his toned thighs tapping at the back of her soft cushioned ones.

After a while she flagged him down, wanting to flip over. He withdrew his cock, and she began to roll herself over to face him.

When he slipped himself back inside her again, she reached up to cradle his face in her hands, pulling him down for a kiss. His knot tapped at her entrance, now gently pressing against her taut petals. His cock was so much bigger than her pussy that working his knot inside her was always a chore.

But he still ground himself against her, focusing not on the tight embrace of her pussy, but on other things. She was so tight that he needed to think of her kiss, about the hands cupping his cheeks, about anything that wasn’t the vice grip wrapped around his cock.

As his dick continued to work against her like a piston, the wet noise of their union made it difficult to distract himself with other things. As he began to pant, Sharon moved her hands away from his face and down between them. He felt her delicate fingers touch his knot.

She didn’t grab him, just started running the back of her hands and fingers against the fur of his stomach and crotch.

Trey buried his face into the crook of her neck, the doberman nuzzling and kissing as slowed the pace of his hips. He had to go slow, or else her grip on him would tip him over the edge. He pressed his hips tightly against hers, Trey’s girthy knot snuggling up to her pussy.

He’d love to fuck it into her, but he couldn’t. He was too big for her. The doberman needed to reel that energy back and go slow, just roll his hips patiently. Like humping a pillow, he started grinding against her, panting openly into the crook of her neck. Sharon didn’t fight him or protest; her hands instead wrapped around his knot and took a gentle hold of him.

As she cradled his knot in her hands he focused on his breathing, no different than his workout routines. In through his nose, out through his mouth, he didn’t want to pop before he could sink himself inside her. He wanted to feel her wrap completely around him, to let his cock fire off a load deep inside her.

Sharon knew he wanted that too, which is why she cradled his knot in her hands to apply gentle pressure. As his wife gently tugged at his knot, he kept grinding, his pace quickening, but never going too hard. Slow and steady, panting against her neck while she tugged on the back of his knot a little more firmly.

“Baby.” She whispered to him.

He grunted, burying his face deeper into her neck.

“You can push, baby.” She encouraged him, but he was always reluctant to give her what she wanted.

Her idea of pushing wasn’t the same as his, but he gave her what she wanted, carefully. He pushed, applying firm pressure with his hips while her hands did the same to his knot.

“So big.” She panted at him in a whisper.

She spread her legs wide for him, and he hunched himself against her. With both his arms he wrapped her up in a tight hug, still nuzzling her neck.

“Kiss me.” She whispered.

He lifted his head, then their lips met. When they started kissing it was all he could think about, her mouth eagerly kissing his, the warmth of her face and the softness of her tongue. He felt her pussy waver, a sudden thrill shooting up his spine as he felt the moment her taut little lips finally gave in against the combined pressure of his hips and her hands.

She gasped into his mouth, almost breaking their kiss, right at the moment her pussy showed its moment of weakness. Trey felt her iron clad grip waver until it caved, and his hips surged forward. His knot popped inside her, and just like that his wife’s moment of weakness was gone, like it was responding to an invader. Her tunnel locked tight around him, all of him, and he grunted into his wife’s kissing mouth.

That kiss was broken as he groaned, Sharon’s hands now wrapping around his back to hug him.

His cock jerked, like the crack of a whip, and he felt the enormous ball of pleasure burst up through his spine. He wanted to hitch his dick inside her, roughly bury himself as deep as he could go, to fuck her until the bedframe was squeaking, but he couldn’t.

Trey could stop himself, but he couldn’t stop the rush of pleasure, his cock violently erupting inside her. His entire body went rigid, locked deathly still as his body surged with the throes of climax, fighting to resist the temptation to fuck the cat beneath him into a coma. While Trey could hear the noise of his wife gasping below him, his vision was obscured by the fluttering of his eye lids. Her fingernails trailed up and down his back as his cock continued to leap and jerk inside her.

He squeezed his wife tight, clinging to her as he continued to pump ropes inside her. His heart raced, his breathing was heavy, and after a while he began to settle down from his orgasmic high, Trey allowing himself to slowly relax his body now that the risk was fading. When he calmed down, Sharon was waiting for him with her fingers still tracing lines up and down through the fur of his back.

“I love you.” She whispered up at him.

Trey kissed her, then swung his body off her, dragging her along as the two of them rolled over. He did it so she wasn’t forced to lie there with him on top of her. As soon as she was straddling him, she wiggled herself into a new comfortable position. He waited for her to settle herself down, her cheek to his chest.

Her grip around his knot was still just as strong and wouldn’t be letting him go until he finally started to shrink, which wouldn’t be for a while. His ability to maintain an erection had yet to waver even into his 30’s.

“What do you want to do after breakfast tomorrow?” He asked her in a whisper, feeling her stomach begin to press against his own as he continued to slowly flood her body with his cum.

She sighed into his chest.

“Let’s go to the mall.” She told him.

“The mall it is.” He replied, then shifted to kiss her on the top of her head.

For a brief moment, much like his wife’s pussy had not long ago, he suffered a moment of weakness. He clapped one hand across her butt cheek.

She giggled and looked up at him.

He grinned back down at her.

“I think your butts gotten bigger.” He said.

“Buddy!” She scolded him.