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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. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** As the long-tail boat skipped along the warm ocean waters at a brisk pace, Nediva had to hold her hand woven sunhat down on her head with one hand and her precious purple wrap with the other. That meant it was up to her husband, Gregory to film the trip and snap photos, which wasn’t his forte, but bless his heart, he was trying. It was Nediva and Gregory’s twentieth wedding anniversary and this year, while their kids were still in college studying their little hearts out, the pair of tigers had finally taken that trip to Thailand they had always talked about. They had saved up enough that they could even afford a day trip to one of the secluded islands, with a lovely picnic included. Behind them steering the long-tailed boat was their otter tour guide, Alger, who looked to be in his early twenties. He was a short, slender but well-defined young man with bright green eyes and short sandy blond hair, who gave off a typical surfer vibe. But he was a cheery sort, very energetic and eager to help. Though Nediva couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her like a shy boy, it was flattering in a way, she had felt motherhood had packed on a few pounds about her tummy and behind, not to mention her breasts. But at least the handsome young man seemed to like what he saw. Gregory said he liked it too, but he was her husband, so he had to say that which meant it didn’t count as much coming from him. Besides, it was rather cute how Alger got all shy and flustered whenever she tried to talk to him, she did feel bad though as she could see how hard he was trying not to stare at her tits. But she just couldn’t help herself, her bikini was already almost criminally small to begin with, so it really didn’t take much to get her generous mounds shaking and moving. She had no doubt if she turned around and let the young otter watch as her breasts bounced and jiggled from the boat skipping over the choppy water, he would probably spurt blood from his nose like one of those silly anime shows. So far Gregory seemed oblivious to the young man’s plight, which only made it that much more tantalizing to tease the seemingly pure cutey. Things didn’t ease up any once they arrived at their private island for the day and Alger began unloading all the items. The island was a small beach in the shape of a crescent formed in the hollowed-out middle of a large spire of rock. The white sand was pristine, with a few trees and greenery to provide shelter for birds, which were currently singing. The beach itself was around half a football field in length, but as they were the only three people there, it was plenty big enough for their needs. With the sides of the rock crescent providing protection from the wind, the little alcove of a beach was pleasantly calm and made for excellent swimming and snorkelling conditions. While Gregory and Nediva swam and snorkelled, Alger set up a large blanket beneath a canopy and picnic for them, along with a little fire for later if they wished to stay a bit later and watch the sun go down over the ocean. While the otter worked tirelessly on their private little beach and her husband had his head underwater, Nediva watched the young man with keen interest. She knew he was young enough to be her son, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate his young, fit form, even if he was an otter. Besides, with a bulge like that in his still dry, blue swim trunks, how could a feline in her prime not be at least a little curious about the otter. By the time the two tigers eventually walked back up onto the sand, it was almost time for brunch, which Alger had prepared and spread out for them on a large colourful blanket, beneath the canopy. Along with an assortment of fruits, cheeses, biscuits and slices of different meats, there was also a selection of alcohol if they so wished. Of course, it didn’t take much convincing for Nediva to get Gregory to have a little, even though she knew he couldn’t hold his booze. It didn’t take long before the old tiger was a little tipsy and really getting into the swing of things. Nediva made a show of cuddling against her husband, she didn’t even try shooing his hands away when he got a little bold and began to grope at her chest. Of course, she knew Alger was watching, how could he not. The poor otter was trying his best not to watch, but she could see him staring at them in the polished silver lid of one of their food containers as it acted pretty much like a mirror. Even when her husband accidentally freed her breast from her top, the tigress didn’t immediately cover herself, at least not until she was sure the young otter had gotten a good look. She would do him one better though, as she crawled on her hands and knees around her husband, making as if to cuddle him from behind, but in reality, she was just making sure her ass was aimed right at the reflective surface the otter was looking into. She could feel the crotch of her bikini pulled snug between her lips, so there was nothing left to the imagination. Even the scandalously thin strap of her bikini bottoms nestled between her striped buttocks was not nearly wide enough to cover her little pink tailhole, which she would shamelessly flash Alger every time she lifted and curled her striped tail. It worked exceptionally well too, by the time she eventually sat down beside her husband again, this time at an angle to better see their young tour guide, there was an obvious tent in his blue swim trunks. The poor thing was trying so desperately to hide it too. “Oh dear, it seems our young friend is having some…difficulties” Nediva purred into Gregory’s ear, while she idly caressed her nails across his chest and stared at the stunned looking otter standing a few feet away. “Huh, what do you mean?” Gregory asked as he turned to look at Alger. “Looks fine to me” the oblivious tiger replied with a frown before looking back at his beautiful wife. “The poor thing is sporting wood, dear” Nediva replied softly, as it trying not to expose the otter, but she spoke loud enough for him to still hear her regardless. “I fear I may have caused him some distress in this bikini you so thoughtfully purchased for me” she cooed softly, really hamming it up for her husband, as if she hadn’t intentionally teased and tempted him into such a state on purpose. “I don’t blame the poor chap, you are a sight for the ages, my dear” Gregory growled in appreciation as he looked his stunning wife over. With her long golden hair done up in a loose ponytail, her face framed by errant golden locks and more gold spilled over her shoulders, her pretty face with those deep blue eyes was enough to make his heart skip a beat. But it was more than that though, motherhood had been very generous to her, even though she didn’t believe him when he said it, but she had curves to die for. Her waist, though a bit wider now than in her youth, was still a definite hourglass figure. Her bust was a bit bigger as well, perhaps not as perky as it used to be, but still mouthwatering to behold. Her hips and thighs were what the young people would call thiccc, with three c’s, as was her well-toned ass. God, she had a killer butt, perhaps a bit wider now than when they first met, but her Pilates and yoga had paid off. Those cheeks were perfectly shaped and just begged to be groped and spanked at every opportunity. Of course, it made him happy to know that a handsome young man such as Alger was secretly admiring his wife, such things didn’t upset him at all, he took it as a compliment because others were admiring his choice in women, and subsequently the woman who had chosen him too. “I feel bad for causing his state of distress though, I wish I could do something to help” Nediva laid it on thick now as she feigned innocence, as if she hadn’t been eye-banging the young man all morning. Thankfully, Gregory was oblivious to this fact, and she knew just how to manipulate his kind and giving nature to get what she wanted. Though she hadn’t done this before, it was something she had thought a about plenty in the past, but never had the opportunity to act on it, until now. “Alger, come here a second, won’t you?” Gregory called back over his shoulder as he stared at his wife for a long moment. He never could say no to her, she was the love of his life after all, the mother to their two precious children even. She had sacrificed her body for him, so she deserved to have a little fun, even if it was unusual and not with him. “Yes sir?” the young otter replied as he awkwardly wandered over with a strategically held serving tray held over his crotch. “What may I do for you?” Alger asked politely as he did his best not to stare at the gorgeous tigress staring back at him intently. He had never felt so much like prey before, the look in her eyes was one of pure unadulterated hunger and desire. “How old did you say you were again, twenty-one…twenty-two?” Gregory asked, to which the otter nodded with a look of confusion on his face. “Good, good…pardon if this is too personal a question, but…have you been with a woman yet?” the tiger tried to ask as gently as possible. “N…no sir” Alger replied after a moment’s hesitation, seeming almost ashamed of the fact he was a virgin. Oddly enough though, the tigress seemed to perk up a little more at hearing his reply. “Oh dear, now I just have to do something to make up for my transgression” Nediva pressed on as she looped her arms about one of her husband’s own, even her tone sounded guilty and shameful while she acted as if she hadn’t really meant to get the young man so worked up. “Well then, what would you say to getting your cherry popped today?” Gregory asked with a grin as he looked from the once again stunned looking otter and back at his blushing, beautiful wife. “If she’s up for it of course, I’m happy to let you experience the amazing woman that is my wife. Fuck, I wish I was half as lucky to have had someone like her be my first, but today is your lucky day, young man” Gregory stated proudly. “I’m okay with it, if Alger wants it as well, of course?” Nediva offered, as if the whole thing hadn’t been her idea from the start. “Would you like that, to make love to me for your first time?” the beautiful, blue eyed and blond-haired tigress asked with feigned sincerity. Though as she spoke, her eyes were not on the otter’s face at all, she was staring straight at the tantalizing tent in his swim trunks which was currently hidden from view. “Are…are you serious right now?” He asked in disbelief, the serving tray suddenly forgotten about and the tent in his swim trunks once again plainly visible, much to the female feline’s delight. “I would love that!” he replied eagerly, nodding his head like a bobble toy travelling on the dashboard down a bumpy road. “Well, in that case, you have my blessing. Make it a day for him to remember, love” Gregory grinned and leaned in to lovingly kiss his wife on the cheek, before he grabbed himself another drink and lay back on the large blanket to watch. He himself was already sporting a tent of his own, though not to the same dimensions as the otter, Nediva noticed. “Come here, boy” the tigress purred in the sultriest tone she could manage. It worked too, she saw the slight shiver run through Alger before he stepped closer, until he was standing right in front of her. Nediva reached up and gently grasped the waistband o his swim trunks to tug them away from his waist, before pushing them down about his thighs and then just letting them fall to the blanket. She was met by the sight of a rather impressive, stiff and eager pink length. She had been right, the otter was packing, despite his short stature. “Impressive” she cooed as she gently grasped his length in one hand and began to stroke slowly, her thumb teasing along the underside of his cocktip. The way Alger gasped and shivered was so delightful, she was going to rock his world, and he would love every second of it. The tigress gently lifted his cock up a little as she leaned in to slowly drag her tongue from the underside of his cocktip and around the curve, as if taking an exaggerated lick of her favourite hard candy. The accompanying whimper of “Jeezus Christ” from the otter both excited and spurred her on, soon she had her soft lips wrapped around his young, hard flesh and begun to suck and lick at him eagerly. It didn’t take long before she got her first taste of the young mans precum, he was already starting to leak against her tongue as she bobbed and worked her maw back and forth along his cock noisily. From the corners of their eyes, they could see Gregory watching, his drink had been set aside and instead, the old tiger was openly touching himself as he watched his wife give the young otter his first blowjob. Alger stared down into the striped felines gorgeous blue eyes, almost finding it impossible to believe she was swallowing his prick while her husband was watching from only a few feet away. Clearly, she had some skill sucking dick as she didn’t bat an eye when she swallowed his entire shaft and he felt her nose bump against his groin, but by God, did it feel fantastic being deep throated by such an attractive MILF. As far as he was concerned, that just made it even better, the fact she had kids somewhere too. Someone’s hot mom was sucking his dick while their father watched. Nediva broke out all her tricks to make sure Alger would pop in her maw, she wanted to feel that virile otter seed hit the back of her throat, before she swallowed every last drop. It would make kissing her husband afterwards so much more fun too, not that he would notice. He after all hadn’t yet noticed the taste of the mailman or her boss on her tongue when he kissed her after coming home from work yet. The tigress began to purr around the otter’s cock in her maw, adding a deep rumbling vibration around his length as she continued to suck him off. The way his eye twitched as he clearly fought not to cum too soon was adorable, but she didn’t care, she wanted him to cum. Her free hand brushed up along his inner thigh, her nails tracing along the well-defined muscles of his leg through his soft brown fur, until she cupped his fuzzy balls in her palm and began to massage them encouragingly. That seemed to do the trick, Alger closed his eyes and grit his teeth, even his fingers suddenly gripped into her hair as he fought like mad not to cum. But the tigress would not be denied and she just sucked and swallowed harder around him, until with a groan of defeat, Alger’s cock began to throb and pulse between her lips as he painted the back of her tongue with his thick, warm seed. Nediva grinned up at the young man as he flooded her muzzle with a decent load, she’d swallowed bigger before, so this was nothing for her. Once his orgasm seemed to be tapering off, she slowly pulled her lips back and off his cock, before she opened her maw to show off the pearly white mess covering her tongue. The married feline made a show of swallowing his seed with a satisfied sigh before she finished off with a little playful kiss to his now drooping cock. “Ever eaten pussy before?” she asked with a knowing smirk up at the panting otter. “N…no, ma’am” he replied politely with a shake of his head. God, she had made him cum so hard he was feeling lightheaded. “You’re going to, while we wait for you to recover, I’ll give you a brief lesson in cunnilingus. Lay down…” Nediva ordered with a surprising sternness that had the otter almost squeak in fright before he quickly got down into position for her. The mature tigress crawled her way up his body, making sure to drag her ample and barely contained breasts along his thighs, belly and then chest, until she was kneeling over his short snout. Alger watched as she undid the simple ties at her hips to remove her bikini bottoms and suddenly, he found himself staring up at the married woman’s pretty pink cunt. Nediva stared down at him expectantly as she reached down with a hand between her thighs, fingers slipping down either side of her slit before she gently parted her nethers like a blossoming flower to reveal herself to him. “Time for your education” she teased, before she explained all the intricacies of her anatomy to Alger. Learning had never been so fun, or tasty either, the otter soon found as the mature tigress gave him a crash course in eating pussy or eating out a pussy’s pussy as she liked to joke. Alger was a surprisingly quick learner, Nediva noticed. She had expected to just get worked up a little by his oral skills, but the way he was gripping and fondling her ass while he ate her out like a delicious peach, she was soon groaning and grinding herself down onto his tongue with a rapidly approaching climax building inside her. She thought she could hold off a bit longer, but when the sneaky otter gripped the base of her tail like a handle and snuck a thumb up her butt, Nediva couldn’t help herself but grind his head down into the blanket as she came hard. Gregory had clearly seen the dirty trick the sneaky otter had done, he knew his precious wife didn’t do butt stuff, so seeing her cum while Alger had his thumb up her ass brought a smug grin to the bastard’s face. She would no doubt hear about that later, but for now, she was too busy catching her breath and trying not to pop the otter’s head between her thighs like that infamous watermelon crushing trend on social media. By the time the still twitching and panting feline eventually climbed off the otter, his face was a mess and quite visibly damp, though he was at least still grinning. Not only that, but as she crawled backwards along his form, she felt his renewed stiffness tap against her now bare crotch, right against her slick and eager slit. “Ready for more, I see” she purred, while reaching down beneath herself and between her thighs to gently grasp the otter’s reinvigorated rod. Nediva didn’t even cast a cursory glance at her husband as she guided the young man into her married cunt and sunk down onto him, taking the otter to the hilt in one motion. The way the young man’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as he groaned in pure bliss from the snug warmth suddenly enveloping his prick was just what she wanted to see. She could feel how his length was twitching and pulsing inside her, no doubt if she hadn’t made him cum in her mouth first, he would have popped inside her already. While his cock was hard, his balls were still empty and struggling to produce more of that tasty baby batter to spill inside the nice, tight and hot feline pussy squeezing down around his prick right now. “Mmh, so big and hard…how does that married pussy feel?” Nediva teased as she began to stir and grind her hips down against the otters, making his length rub and grind against her insides so wonderfully. She could see the poor otter was holding on for dear life as he clutched at the blanket beneath himself while she worked his cock with her hot, snug mature feline cunt. “Feels…amazing, ma’am” Alger struggled to reply, not that she blamed him. He did have a decently sized dick, which was hard and hilted in her right now, so it made sense he didn’t have enough blood to power his brain at the same time too to give a more eloquent response, typical male. Luckily for the otter though, she was far more interested in his cock than his brain. “Good boy, now just try not cum too quickly for me, but if you do…you can cum inside me” Nediva leaned down to purr into his ear, but only for him to hear. She hadn’t gotten permission from Gregory to let the otter do it, especially as he was fucking her unprotected, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel the young man spill his seed deep inside her, to feel it drip from between her pussylips. Hell, she might even try get Gregory to clean her up after the otter had fucked her how she wanted and deserved to be fucked. Gregory watched with interest as his beautiful wife ground, gyrated and rode the young man. He loved seeing the determined look on her face as she made sure the young otter would remember this day for the rest of his life, this would be the time he compared all others to in the future, no doubt. Gregory was only too happy to have helped it happen too; he simply loved the idea of making such a fond and happy memory happen for Alger, no doubt the poor otter didn’t see a lot of women like Nediva around these parts. She must look like a Goddess to the young man, by far the most beautiful woman for miles around, hands down, and he was getting to make love to her. No doubt the otter would be left jealous when she went home with him, however. The old tiger grinned at the thought, he got to keep Nediva forever, while the otter merely got a taste of her. She could feel it; he was getting close again. The otter was huffing and grunting more frequently, deeper too, as his next climax approached. He had lasted longer than she expected him to, which was good, but it was still relatively quick as well, which was better. Having the young stud cum again so soon after his first one was a massive boon to her ego, he just couldn’t help himself despite her pleas to the contrary. She could have slowed down, stopped riding his cock as deep inside herself as she was, any number of things to draw it out longer, but she simply didn’t want to. “Here, maybe these will help distract you from the pleasure” Nediva purred down to Alger as she guided his hands up beneath her skimpy bikini top to let him grope and squeeze at her breasts. Of course, she knew it wouldn’t distract him, if anything, it just made him cum sooner, just as she expected. “I’m…I’m sorry, can’t…can’t hold it” Alger whimpered pathetically as he gripped and squeezed rather roughly at her tits when his climax ripped through him like a tsunami. He swore it felt like he was cumming like a goddamn firehose inside her with how much cum it felt like he was unloading into the married feline. Nediva hissed softly as the otter’s nails dug into the sensitive, soft flesh of her breasts as he climaxed beneath her. Not that she minded though, she did like it rough sometimes and this was just par for the course. What she was actually focused on however, was that wonderful messy warmth spreading through her as the young cock lurched and pulsed so deeply inside her pussy. The mature tigress continued to grin down at the once again panting otter, while she slowly stirred her hips down against his lap and worked her inner muscles around his cock, milking the poor stud for all he had to offer. She didn’t let up until she felt his Alger’s cock soften beyond recovery and finally slip free of her. Nediva languidly climbed off of the spent otter and collected her bikini bottoms and slipped them back on, making sure they were tied securely about her hips, just so she could try keep as much of that precious seed inside herself as possible, for as long as possible. “Thank you, love, I feel much better now” the mature tigress purred softly as she returned to her husband’s side and gave him a passionate kiss, with her tongue slipping between his and dancing against his own oral muscle. It would have been a touching and almost loving kiss, if not for the fact she had only done it because she could still taste Alger and wanted to share that with her unsuspecting husband. “Not as good as he’s feeling, I’m sure” Gregory laughed once the kiss broke, and he saw the otter laying motionless on the blanket and just staring up at the canopy. His cock looked lifeless, completely drained now as it lay limp across his thigh, the old tiger couldn’t feel prouder of the excellent job his wife had done. “When you can feel your legs again, young man, I think we can head back to the resort” Gregory said with an amused chuckle. “O…okay…” Alger replied and barely managed to raise a hand to give them a thumbs up. An hour or so later, the long-tail boat had been packed and was now on its return voyage to the resort Gregory and Nediva were staying at for the week. Once they reached the dock and were securely tied off, Alger assisted his guests in disembarking from his boat. Nediva took the opportunity to sneak in one last kiss and a grope to his crotch, without her husband noticing, but the other tour guides sure did. The young otter watched her shapely behind shift and sway with every sultry step she took away from him, before they disappeared around a corner. “You didn’t…” one of the other tour guides asked with a grin as he sidled up beside Alger. “I did…in front of her husband!” Alger replied with a broad grin. “No fuckin’ way…” another lighter furred otter joined in, saying in disbelief. “Yes way, husband thought he was doing a poor, innocent virgin a solid by letting me fuck his wife” Alger answered smugly as he folded his arms against his chest. “You? A virgin? Who the fuck would believe that; you’ve had more tail than a slutty nine tailed kitsune in an all nine tailed kitsune orgy!” the first otter moaned in disbelief. “Not my fault these tourists fall for my act every time, just wish I’d gotten to fuck her in the ass though” Alger said with a wistful sigh.