{"sf1_id":1060733,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Confession","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":6360,"posted_at":"2016-08-11T18:32:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Cheating","Fellatio","Female","First Time","Friend with benefits","Knot","M/F","Male","Mature","Oral","Vaginal","Wolf","affair","lupine"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1060733-the-confession","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1060733","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1060733\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#48 of Miscellany\n\nI hate transcribing... Takes seemingly forever. But here you go. The Confession.","content":"As a bartender, I tend to hear all\nkinds of stories, most of which I wish I could forget. There is something about\nthe lubricating quality of alcohol that seems to loosen everyone's tongue and lend freedom to their souls. So,\nseeing as I'm a captive audience, I get to hear everything that folks just can't\nkeep to themselves. If priests think they have it bad, they should try hearing confessions face to face. They really should.\nAnyways, there are times when I can see it coming\nand other times when it comes right out of the blue.\nLike Sam.\nSam had been coming into the bar\nfor like, oh, six of seven years. He's a handsome enough wolf, though a little\non the non-athletic side, but he keeps his fur well groomed and his nose well\nwithin the scope of his own business. He's as average and unimaginative as they\ncome, which I happen to like. He comes in, has his beers, makes small talk if\nany talk at all, and goes home without me having to break a sweat or lend an\near to his troubles. He was the epitome of the married wolf.\nOr so I thought.\nI had noticed a slight change in\nhis mood and behavior, but I wasn't too worried about it. He was an adult and\nquite capable of handling whatever stress life was throwing at him. Folks\nhardly ever needed prompting to tell me their troubles, so there was no way I\nwas ever going to ask. I mean, I have my own problems, and who do I have to\nlisten to them?\nSam came in on a Wednesday, a bit\nunusual for him but not so strange as to be unnatural either. He wasn't like\nthose regulars who had their favorite barstool and arrived at six and left by\nnine. He sort came and went as he wanted, and that was the end of it. Until\nthat Wednesday. But then on that day it wasn't as he wanted, but as he needed.\nHe wasn't feeling too chatty at\nfirst and I was alright with that. I get a little tired of all of the talk\nabout religion, sports and politics. I'm not normally too fond of gossip\neither.\nNot normally anyways.\nSam, as I just said, remained quiet\nfor a while, contemplating the bubbles running up the inside of his glass or\nthe myriad of stains on the counter. After his fourth beer his mouth started\nworking, and after his fifth it didn't seem to know how to stop.\n\"What's morality Bill?\"\nMy name is William, in case you\nneeded that tidbit. Everyone calls me Bill.\n\"Morality? A standard you set,\nhoping to be able to achieve it but often rarely coming even close to the\nmark?\"\n\"You know, I think I can agree with\nthat. I used to think I was moral.\"\nI chuckled.\n\"You've never struck me as the\ngo-to-church-on-Sunday type.\"\n\"Yeah, but I still have my\nstandards. Or I guess I should say that I did once.\"         \n\"Have a lapse of conscience did\nyou?\"\n\"Big time.\"\n\"That's too bad.\"\nNote that I did ask him to tell me\nabout it.\n\"Not really. I almost feel glad\nabout it.\"\n\"OK then, good for you.\" Then my\nbrain went stupid and I said, \"Do tell.\"\nNever, ever give them an opening.\n\"It all started about seven or eight\nweeks ago.\"\n\"I see.\"\nHe could tell that I was only going\nto listen with half the attention I should have been giving him. I had heard\ncountless tales of woe and mishap. One more was just going to be like reading\none of those romance novels. Same story, different characters. They were\ninteresting only to those who had nothing better to do than read them. But I\nwas at least trying to be polite.\n\"Her name is Regan.\"\nA she meant infidelity, and\ninfidelity meant sex. Sex was usually interesting.\n\"Uh huh. Go on.\"\n\"She's really nice you know.\"\n\"I'm sure she is. I'll tell you\nwhat Sam, you talk and I'll work and listen at the same time. You've got my\nattention now so don't lose it.\"\nSex is always a good topic to keep\nmy interest. I have to admit a bit of curiosity as to how everyone else is\nfaring in bed.\n\"No, I mean it! She is really very\nnice, very sweet, and actually a little shy.\"\n\"Sounds like she's a teenager Sam.\nAnd you with a family and all!\"\n\"She's not a teenager! She's about\nthe same age as me.\"\n\"And you still nailed her, didn't\nyou?\"\n\"You make it sound so crass!\"\n\"Sam, I've heard it all before.\nMales like you need to sow some wild oats now and again to prove your\nmasculinity.\"\n\"That isn't what it was all about\nat all.\"\n\"Fine then. How did it go?\"\n\"She came to me. You see, we work\ntogether.\"\n\"Not surprising. By all means,\ncontinue.\"\n\"We've worked together for a couple\nof years now. She's not the prettiest wolf-bitch at the office. She's a bit too\ntall and a bit thick around her hips. But where she might not have the best in\nthe looks department she's the nicest lady I have ever met. She's even nicer\nthan my mate.\"\n\"Sounds like a real catch.\"\n\"She'll make someone a great wife!\nJust not me. I already have one.\"\n\"Ok, ok, I'm not trying to judge.\nIt's just I've heard similar tales from other customers. So what happened?\"\n\"It all started with her asking me\nfor dating advice. She figured that since I was married, I had all of that\nstuff figured out.\"\n\"And do you?\"\n\"Hell no! What works for one couple\nbombs out with another.\"\n\"Too true.\"\n\"You see, she was interested in\nconnecting with this guy she liked, but was too nervous to give it a go.\"\nI had a few words on the tip of my\ntongue. I wisely left them there. When it was evident I wasn't going to say\nanything he continued.\n\"Yeah, I know what you're thinking.\nWhy would she have an affair with me when she was seeking someone else? I'd ask\nthe same thing if I didn't already know the answer. That was the really funny\nthing about the whole thing.\"\n\"Funny ha-ha or funny strange?\"\n\"The latter. You see, with her\nactually being about a year older than me, she was very self conscious about\nher lack of experience in sexual matters.\"\n\"An old maid? Really? This girl is\nstill a virgin?\"\n\"Woman, not a girl. And was.\"\n\"Either way she was an old maid, but\nprobably more to the point, how the hell did she go so long without having her\ncherry popped? Wait; you got that honor didn't you?!\"\n\"Yeah, that particular aspect isn't\na matter of contention anymore.\"\n\"You lucky bastard you!\"\n\"Not all that lucky. This whole\nthing has been touch and go from the start.\"\n\"Isn't that generally the way any\naffair goes? You touch a little and then you go...\"\n\"Ha ha. I mean, I didn't want to\nget involved.\"\n\"Then why did you?\"\n\"Because she was my friend.\"\n\"A friend with benefits\napparently.\"\n\"A bit I guess. Let me elaborate.\"\n\"By all means do! This is just\ngetting interesting. Ignore my towel as I clean because I'm all ears.\"\n\"You see, it all started when she\nmentioned liking this guy, some dark haired wolf from out of state. From what\nshe told me he sounded like a nice enough guy. I told her as much.\"\n\"I'm afraid he'll think I'm stupid\nif we start dating and he finds out I've never done it before.\"\n\"Uh, I hate to tell you this but\nguys love that sort of thing.\"\n\"She frowned a little. Maybe when you're eighteen or nineteen, but\nnot when you're my age.\"\n\"I tried to be encouraging; there's\nnot a thing wrong with that. It just goes to show you have good character.\"\n\"It makes feel like I'm nothing more than a prudish old lady.\"\n\"Hey! You're fine just as you are!\nAnd you're only thirty five years old!\"\n\"You're only saying that to make me feel better, she shot back at\nme.\"\n\"Yes, but I also happen to mean\nit.\"\n\"I see now it was then, with those few\nwords, that I managed to get myself into this whole mess.\"\nI waited for him to continue but he\nseemed lost in thought. I hardly wanted to break his concentration so I just\nkept wiping the bar and waiting. Eventually he remembered he was telling a\nstory.\n\"You see she got a look in her\neyes, and rather causally asked me if I wanted to get a drink after work. I was\na bit surprised by that, but I figured she just wanted to pick my brain for a\nwhile. So I agreed. But I did express my surprise that she used alcohol. She\njust didn't seem the type.\"\n\"Wine mostly. And alone always.\"\n\"She sounded so sad.\"\nI had to interrupt him here. \"So\nyou two got drunk and did the nasty?\"\nSam was offended. \"No, we talked.\nWe talked a lot.\"\nI was growing bored with the story\nalready \"Sounds nice.\"\n\"It was actually! We talked about\nourselves and how we felt about our respective lives...\"\nI felt the need to be funny; \"...the\nuniverse and everything?\"\nSam ignored my jibe.\n\"Not quite that involved. Her\nbiggest question was whether or not I was happy in my marriage.\"\n\"And are you?\" I asked, actually\ncurious about that point.\n\"Yes I am, thank you very much,\" he\ngrowled.\nI stepped back in mock alarm. \"Just\nasking!\"\n\"I know. Well, we got a little\nfriendlier after that, right up to the point that she talked me into \"helping\"\nher get something from the supply room. I went after the box of copy paper\nwithout paying much attention to her closing the door. Before I could retrieve\nit, she tapped me on the back and as I stood to see what she wanted, I turned\nupwards right into her waiting lips. I sure as hell wasn't expecting that!\"\n\"I have to admit that I was\nshocked, but not overly dismayed. I kissed her back, maybe a little too\nintensely then was proper or called for.\"\n\"It took her a minute to disengage.\nWhen she did, there was a little fire lit in her eyes.\"\n\"Sam?\"\n\"Yes Regan?\"\n\"I really want to hit it off with this guy and I don't want to appear to\nbe a total dunce at what guys expect from a girl. You know, when it comes to\ngetting into bed together. Will you please be my teacher?\"\n\"I didn't take that as she meant\nit. I guess I didn't see her that way at first. So I had to ask her what she\nhad in mind.\"\n\"Everything.\nLook, before you say anything, hear me out. You're married, so I don't have to\nworry about you getting too emotionally involved with me. Secondly, you\nobviously have the experience necessary for what I'm asking for. And lastly, I\ntrust you implicitly. \"\n\"I felt my cock stir a little when\nshe said that. I knew that was a bad sign. I mean, I was technically going to be\nhelping her out, but boy oh boy, in such a manner as could get me into deep\nshit if news of it ever leaked out. I had to clarify her intent even more.\"\n\"Let me get his straight. You still\nthink that being a virgin is a bad thing?\"\n\"Ultimately...maybe. That would come last I think, or maybe not at all.\nBut I would like to experience everything else possible leading up to it.\"\nAgain I had to say something that\nwas riding on the tipoff my tongue. \"Just like that she wants you for a sex\ntoy? How lucky are you?\"\nHe wasn't amused at my tone. \"Not\nas much as you might think. I had to start lying to my wife, making up stories\nof staying over late at work, and trying to make time for my new adventure.\"\n\"Was it worth it?\"\n\"In the long run, I'd like to think\nso. There have been a few humps along the way.\"\nI couldn't help myself. I\nsnickered. \"I would certainly hope so!\"\n\"That's not what I meant and you\nknow it!\"\n\"Of course I do, but I'm not wrong,\nnow am II?\"\nHe ignored me and carried on like a\ntrooper.\n\"The first night at her place was\npretty tame as you might expect. I wasn't in a hurry to get too physical in\npart because I was still nervous as all get out that we would get caught.\"\n\"I assume you never did, otherwise\nwe wouldn't be having this conversation. So what did you two do that evening?\"\n\"Mostly kissing and necking and the\nsort. We did it without clothing of course, for we weren't a couple of newbie\ncubs doing this.\"\nI snorted. \"Still sounds a bit like\nbackseat of the Oldsmobile sort of stuff.\"\n\"A bit maybe. She was pretty clumsy\nabout it all. She told me that everything she did know came from watching a few\nporn flicks.\"\n\"That's not all bad is it?\"\n\"No, it wasn't. There were things\nshe wanted to try; things she was curious about.\"\n\"Such as?\"\n\"Giving head.\"\n\"Was she any good?\"\n\"I'm coming to that.\"\n\"I would have thought you already\nhad!\"\n\"Shut up or I'm going to quit\ntelling you about it.\"\n\"Sorry.\"\n\"You should be. Now just listen.\nShe was just like nay newbie; too much teeth and not enough finesse. Once I got\nher to ease up on those pearly whites, she was pretty good at it. My cock is\npretty normal in size, so she didn't have anything to monstrous to tackle.\"\n\"I was on the couch when she\nstarted. In no time I had a grip on her ears as she hungrily tackled her fist\never cock. I was so turned on by the whole thing; from sitting on her couch to\nwatching her go at it between my legs. I tried to hold out but the hell if I\ncould. One thing she had going for her was the amount of suction she was\nputting into it. Never had a gal that could suck like that!\"\n\"I was so lost in what I was\nfeeling that I forgot the give her fair warning a load was on its way. I mean,\nheck; one minute I was totally enjoying myself and the next my balls just\nexploded without warning. Since she had managed to get the tip of my cock all\nthe way to the back of her throat, my cum splattered her tonsils. She pulled\noff too late and ended up with the rest on her face. As she sat there\nsputtering and wiping the cum that was dripping down her face, I got the\nsharpest look I had ever gotten from her.\"\n\"The look she gave me was a bit\nreproachful and while I couldn't blame her, I was flying too high at that moment\nto truly care. But she ended up licking her lips and smiling.\n\"Interesting\ntaste. I suppose it's acquired?\"\nI shook my head and shrugged my\nshoulders.\n\"I haven't a clue.\"\nShe went to the bathroom to gargle\nbefore coming back and drinking a glass of wine. I could only assume it was to\nwash the taste down. Then again, I could be wrong. When she had finished it she\nwinked at me and said;\n\"A bit salty but not as bad as I thought it might be. How did I do?\"\n\"Honestly?\"\n\"Her face fell.\"\n\"Well, yeah.\"\n\"You can suck me off any time you\nlike. Once you got passed not doing the don'ts, the rest was pure bliss.\"\nHer smile at my honest assessment\nsaid it all. I could see the inside of her ears turning pink, probably a\ncombination of embarrassment at having done what she did and pride in having\ndone it well.\n\"I suppose the next time I need something from the supply room at work, I'll\nknow who to call...\"\nI replied with a smirk and a snort.\n\"That'll work right up to the day\nsomeone discovers what we're doing.\"\n\"But\nuntil then...\"\n\"We'll see. You have less to lose\nat this game than I do. You might lose your goody two shoes reputation, which\nmight not be all bad. Me, I have a family that I could lose. I'm sure you\nunderstand.\"\nShe smiled.\n\"Then we'll just have to be careful, won't we?\"\n\"I didn't have an answer for that.\nHalf of me craved the excitement and the other half was totally against it.\nDespite what you think, I was really happy at home and anything that I did that\nendangered that status made me nervous. I won't go so far as to say what I was\ndoing was wrong, but it was stupid. Yet, I felt it was for a good cause. And\ndamn was it fun! It was the sort of care-free fun you had as a kid; the type\nwhere you played and then went home. No strings attached. I know it's a bit\nself-centered, but I think we both saw it that way.\"\nI nodded. What could I add?\nHe continued.\n\"We were very careful. Mostly we\nrestricted ourselves to her house, seeing as mine was largely out of the\nquestion. Besides, her place was conveniently located between my house and our\nworkplace.\"\nI was getting into this now. \"Go\non!\"\n\"Well, we played around a lot. She\ngot used to the intricacies of the male anatomy and in turn she became more\ncomfortable being seen and touched by someone of the opposite gender. She was\npretty self-conscious and like I alluded to before, she wasn't precisely\nsomeone you'd ever see on the cover of PlayBitch. She's damn nice though, and\nthat more than makes up for it.\"\nI guffawed. \"Not like you're ever\ngoing to get a prize for being the most handsome hunk in the pack either.\"\n\"That's a truth I'll never deny,\nbut I can look past the skin and the fur.\"\n'I'm sure you can...\" implying more\nthan I was saying.\n\"Yeah, well if you're that shallow,\ntoo bad for you. This fine female learned to suck me off like nobody's\nbusiness.  It took me longer to figure\nout just what buttons to push to get her off, seeing as she was still pretty\nrepressed. The first time I ever made her orgasm she howled so loud my eardrums\nhurt. My ears in general hurt seeing as she had a death grip on them.\"\n\"Muff diving?\"\n\"Oh yeah! It was mostly tongue\nwork, for only a single finger would fit inside, thanks to several decades of\ncherry buildup. Whomever was granted the task of bashing down that barrier was\ngoing to be challenged with a major undertaking. The one curiosity due to that\npuckered little opening was the fact that it made her quite the sprayer.\"\nI made a face. \"Urine?\"\n\"No, Love juice you idiot. Whenever\nI was down there licking her out and she came, I got a face full.\"\n\"Good lord, it sounds like this\ngirl needed it bad.\"\n\"She did then and she still does\nnow. She needs a male to satisfy her on a regular basis.\"\nI gave him the old eyebrow\ntreatment.\n\"Then why are you here and not\nthere?\"\n\"Because she's on a date with the\nwolf of her dreams.\"\nI was intrigued. I was partially\ninclined to this that part of the story was made up.\n\"Seriously? How do you think that's\ngoing to go?\"\n\"She promised to let me know when\nit was over.\"\n\"So he gets the cherry then?\"\n\"Ah, no. That was me.\"\n\"You lucky dog you!\"\n\"Wolf. And yeah, that was something\nlet me tell you.\"\n\"Please do!\"\nHe gave me a look. \"Not a word of\nthis to anyone; right?\"\n\"Bartender Confidentiality Rule\nNumber One.\"\n\"Good! So you see, it wasn't that\nstraight forward. She wanted to get to that stage incrementally. It was going\nto be the last thing to go, but anything else was open to investigation.\"\nI nodded for him to continue.\n\"So one night, after a bit of\nalcohol and a lot of talking, the matter of anal sex came up. I so love tapping\nthe back door, but finding a willing partner can be a bitch. I didn't think\nshe'd be into it but she surprised me by wanting to give it a try. She said\nthat she couldn't comment on something without knowing about it firstpaw.\"\n\"You can guess that I was willing\nto comply with her wishes.\"\nI have to admit I was feeling a bit\nof a stirring in my loins. It wasn't often you heard a story this good and knew\nit was for real. I waited impatiently as he wet his whistle with a fresh beer\n(on the house) before he continued with his story.\n\"She was a bit hesitant at first,\nas I guess you can imagine. She had apparently watched a few pornos online and\nthe faces of those receiving said attention had varied enough to give her pause\nfor thought. I told her that it made sense, because not everyone was into in\nthe same degree as others.\"\n\"She then asked me my opinion of\nit. What was I going to say?\"\n\"I told her that from my\nperspective it was just another nice warm hole to delve into. But that being\nsaid, I was going to enjoy it no matter what. It was the one receiving it that\nmight take exception to the act.\"\n\"Damn if she didn't go out and buy\na tube of lubricant. That tells you her commitment to an idea once she set her\nmind to it.\"\n \"The next step was picking a day and time.\nThat was easily arranged. The final decision was whether or not she intended to\nface me, laying on her back, or handle it facing downward on her stomach. I\njokingly told her that if she was face down, she could always bite down on her\npillow.\"\nHe paused and grinned sheepishly.\n\"She ended up biting a hole clean\nthrough it.\"\nI choked a little, not knowing if a\nlittle laugh was unwarranted. I held it in.\n\"I really wish she would have said\nsomething to me instead of suffering through it. As it was, I was careful not\nto knot up inside her, for what it was worth. If I had done that I think she\nmight have come completely unglued.\"\nI had to ask.\n\"So how was she?\"\n\"Fucking awesome. I took my time,\nworking some lube into her ass and slathering it on my cock before even trying\nto insert it. Once I thought she was ready I lifted her tail and pressed\nagainst that tightly puckered hole until I slid in. I could she her dig her\nnails into the mattress but she didn't say a word.\"\nHe licked his lips.\n\"God was she tight! I mean\ntight-tight! It was likely a combination of her being a bit nervous about the\nwhole thing and the fact that this was the first time her exit had served as an\nentryway. It was definitely in my top ten sexual experiences.\"\nHe sort of sighed and yet had a\nlook of mild sorrow on his face. \n\"Like I said, I really rather wish\nshe would have said something to me. I was so into it at the time that I didn't\nthink past my own pleasure. It didn't really dawn on me that while it was great\nfor me, that maybe it wasn't the same for her. Luckily for her I couldn't hold\nout for too long.\"\n\"But it was long enough. That\ncinched up, puckered up, tight-as-they-come ass of hers was a wonderment to\nbehold...and to be in. I could imagine all sorts of things being in that hole,\nand all of them were enough to trip my trigger. I was sadly in there less than\nten minutes before I erupted forth in great gushes of manliness.\"\nI choked. \"Great gushes of\nmanliness?\"\n\"Sorry. Something she said once.\nIgnore it.\"\nI tittered, which was very unmanly.\n\"Go on.\"\n\"I was feeling pretty damn good\nafter blowing my wad. I still wasn't considering her point of view, because as\nof that moment I wasn't yet aware of it. I still wasn't quite aware even when\nshe brought her head up and spit out fabric and feathers.\"\n\"I sort of\nfell down on top of her, and as a \"wow thanks!\", I nibbled on her ear and\npressed down against her.\"\n\"She lifted her head higher, still\nspitting out bits of cotton and down before she found her voice.\"\n\"I assume it was good for you. At least that makes one of us.\"\n\"I carefully pulled out and rolled\noff of her and did my best to act contrite. It was damn hard, let me tell you,\nfor I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. She got up and went to the\nbathroom, taking mincing little steps and holding a paw against her backside.\nShe didn't come out for about ten minutes. I left her alone, not wanting to\nmake matters worse with fake apologies.\"\nI guess I could feel for the poor\nwoman. All those years without benefit of having her rear loosened up probably\nmeant the first time was quite a shocker. I said as much.\n\"I take it she wasn't a fan?\"\n\"That's putting it mildly. It was\ntoo bad really; for me that is. I could have dumped a thousand loads into that\nsnug little hole without getting the slightest bit bored.\"\n\"But you're married; remember?\"\n\"Yeah, and my bitch isn't all that\ninto that either. It would have been nice to have someone on the side to share\nthat particular kink with.\"\n\"Just having an affair is too blasé\nfor you?\"\n\"I haven't thought of it as having\nan affair. I have thought of it as helping a friend.\"\n\"With benefits of course. Well,\nsuit yourself, you can call it what you want. So how about the front? How did\nthat go?\"\n\"With the back door close and\nlocked, the only remaining option left was to try the front one. I left that\ndecision all up to her. I didn't want to push it and make her mad, and it took\na few weeks before anything more happened that I could call significant. Then\none evening, after she had about twice the normal about of alcohol she normally\nimbibed, so got pretty darn wild. IN the end, I guess she made the decision to\nget the matter over will, kind of like pulling a tooth for something. I hardly\nthink she was thinking of it as something loving and sexy. Still, she took the\ninitiative, and so it all rests of her head.\"\nI nodded. \"So she decided against\nsaving herself huh? I find that little surprising.\"\n\"Oh, I'd say she was torn...\"\n\"Heck, at her age I'll just bet!\"\n\"What?\"\nHis look went from confused to\nmildly amused as he realized what I had meant.\n\"No! I mean she was torn between\nletting him do it or just getting it out of the way. I guess she had been\nemailing him and from the sounds of it they were beginning to hit it off.\"\nI acted appalled.\n\"And despite that, she still gave\nit to you?\"\n\"Yep, though she was pretty drunk\nat the time. Moreover, and somewhat surprisingly, she hasn't come to regret her\ndecision. Well, all except for the damage to the chair.\"\n\"Chair?\" I asked.\n\"Yeah, the one I was sitting in,\nnaked of course, while she was on her knees giving me head. I was totally into\nit and then, all of the sudden she was on her feet and climbing on my lap. Her\narms went around my neck and her body was pressed tightly against mine. Without\na word, and with a well-placed lift and drop, she split herself wide open. Talk\nabout letting out a howl!\"\n\"You or her?\" I asked\nsarcastically.\n\"Duh. Mine wasn't a howl precisely.\nIt was more of a \"oh yeah!\" kind of groan.\"\n\"Go on,\" I said.\n\"I thought her ass had been a\nconfined space, but her front put it to shame. It was going to take several\nmonth's worth of dedicated pounding to loosen that baby up, and I could only\nimagine the fun whoever the lucky bastard was who was going to have that\nprivilege. And I mean that; she couldn't even consider having pups until that\nhole was tenderized properly, and that's a fact. My cock was only inside her from\nthe sheer force of her weight on top of me, and I would never have had the\ncourage to attempt it had I been in the dominant position. Then again, the\ninitial rupture was nothing compared to when I knotted up inside her.\"\n\"Did she get pissed?\"\n\"Oh, she pissed herself alright.\nBetween the red and the yellow, there was a growing puddle of multihued liquid\naccumulating on the floor. Not that I noticed then of course. I was way too\npreoccupied with the sensation of her losing her virginity.  As it was, I was in heaven and she was in\nhell. Things where pretty damn tight for a few minutes.\n\"No room in the inn?\" I queried.\n\"What? Oh. Very funny. No, there\nwas definitely little to no room inside her as it was, and me swelling up the\nway I do left absolutely none whatsoever. She didn't react too well and making\nit worse was the fact that she kept trying to pull off. That just wasn't going\nto happen any time soon. A knot means your committed to the act until it's\ndone. I thought she would have known that.\"\n\"Ouch! That doesn't work so well.\"\nI said with a touch of sympathy.\n\"No it doesn't. She tried to stand\nup and fell back down on my lap, howling like the wind. As it was, she nearly\njerked me off the chair. I doubt landing in a heap on the floor would have been\na good thing considering where we were attached.\"\nI winced, understanding the\nproblem. \"What did you end up doing?\"\n\"I held onto her, putting my arms\naround her neck and hugging her until she relaxed. The alcohol had to help\nsome, but even then I was pretty sure the whole thing was not the most\npleasurable action she had even engaged in. It took a while but eventually\nthings calmed down enough to make a stab at actual lovemaking. I didn't rush it\nthought, for I could sense she was crying.\"\n\"What's the matter Regan?\"\n\"I'm going to get pregnant now and it's just going to ruin everything!\"\n\"Here I thought she was crying from\nthe pain. I know I would have been.\"\nI was taken a bit aback. \"She\ndidn't think about that before hand?\"\n\"Not really. As it turns out, she\nhad nothing to worry about. I hadn't discussed it with her before, because it\njust never came up in conversation, but the fact was I had had a vasectomy. SO\nshe was safe as safe could be. That didn't mean I couldn't twit her a bit about\nthe whole thing.\"\n\"What did you say...?\" I asked\ncautiously.\n\"I said to her; you don't want to\nhave a child with me?\"\n\"No!\" she wailed. \"I just\nwanted to be less uptight and well, naïve!\"\n\"I felt bad immediately for saying\nsuch a stupid thing. \"Regan, I can fuck you a hundred times over and you'll\nnever get pregnant.\"\n\"What?\" she sobbed.\n\"Don't you remember me talking\nabout how I wasn't going to have any more kids? I had a vasectomy. I'm pretty\nsure it came up more than once last year during office conversations.\"\nShe brushed back her tears. \"I guess I remember now. So I'm not going to\nget pregnant?\"\n\"Not from me dearie. Maybe from\nsomeone else, but not from me.\"\nShe hit me on the shoulder, a mere\nglancing blow, and then planted a kiss on my lips.\n\"You're an asshole, but I guess I\nsort of deserved that. I didn't think about it until it was too late.\"\n\"I am an ass, but right now, I\nthink thinking is out of the question and that we ought to get busy and fuck.\nMy knot isn't going to go down anytime soon. And I do have to go home\neventually.\"\n\"So did you?\" I asked.\n\"Go home? Eventually. Oh... Hell yes\nwe did. She was so thankful that she wasn't going to get pregnant that she put\nher relief into action. The chair didn't survive long under the stress and the\ngroaning and creaking finally told me that we had best vacate it for the bed.\nHefting her up from that position was a minor challenge and making it to the\nbedroom just as tricky, but in the end I made it. I lay her down, nearly\nfalling on top of her due to us being pinned together rather intimately. She\nwas much more relaxed now and totally into what we were doing.\"\n\"Go on,\" I said, my interest in his\nstory rather apparent.\n\"What's to tell? I fucked her for a\ngood half an hour and no one did that hole of hers loosen up, just as I\npredicted. Holding out that long was tough, but well worth it. She came twice\nbefore I did, and that made me feel pretty good. Sometimes you have to put\nforth extra effort - not that I'm begrudging anyone extra time - but it's nice\nto have someone who can get off almost as easy as you can. Am I right?\"\n\"Sure. Go on.\"\n\"Well, we screwed three times that\nnight before I was able to get my knot back down, and she came multiple times\nas well. Even after we were done I had to wait, which meant I got home late and\nhad to make up more excuses, but I felt pretty good as a whole. And Regan; well\nshe felt pretty damn good too. We didn't see each other outside of work for a\nwhile after that. I think we both knew that things were getting a little too\nintense.\"\n\"So what happened after that?\" I\nasked, curiosity getting the best of me.\n\"Nothing much between us. However,\nshe did finally scrape up the courage to ask this guy out on a formal date.\"\n\"And?\"\n\"And he accepted. He was just about\nto lose his patience and ask her out when she beat him to the punch.\"\n\"And?\"\n\"And he was all for it of course. Apparently,\nhe had already decided that he liked her and wanted to know her better. He was\njust so polite that he didn't want to ask her. I guess he was relieved when she\ndid it instead, because he didn't want to alarm her by being too forward. And\nhe was under the false impression that she was already dating someone.\"\nI choked. \"Too forward? He'll be\ngetting a shock, now won't he? And dating? Good grief, how did he find out\nabout you?\"\n\"It was a roundabout thing. And no\none knows it was me and I hope and pray they never do.\"\nI nodded knowingly. Doing the deed\nwas one thing but when people found out, that was when the real trouble would\nbegin. \"So your friend; what happens with her now?\"\n\"Tonight's the night of their\nsecond date. She said she and he talked a lot on the first one, neither one\nfeeling comfortable making a move. She's hoping for a little more action this\ntime around. I guess I'll know how it went tomorrow morning at work.\"\nI smiled. \"You know, that's about\nthe best story I've heard in ages. Thanks for telling it.\"\n\"I didn't make any of it up, if\nthat's what your insinuating.\"\n\"You know the rule. Pics or it didn't\nhappen.\"\nApparently I struck a nerve with\nhim, for he pulled out his cell phone. Before he could flip through it though,\na call came through. He glanced at the screen, looked a bit surprised and answered\nit. I could hear a female voice on the speaker, but it was too muffled to tell\nwhat she was saying. Sam however looked up and then turned on his stool to look\ntowards the door. There was standing a female wolf, well dressed and quite made-up,\nlooking a lot prettier than he made her out to be. She smiled and came towards\nthe bar, her eyes on Sam. He turned his head in a questioning stance and said,\nas mildly as he could manage;\n\"Hello Regan, what the hell are you\ndoing here?\"\n\"I knew you came here a lot, so I was hoping to find you alone.\"\n\"I take it your date didn't go very\nwell?\"\n\"Oh no! It went just fine!\"\n\"Uh, then why are you here?\"\n\"I wanted to thank you personally for all you did for me. I don't think\nI would be where I'm at with him if you hadn't helped out.\"\n\"And where are you precisely?\"\n\"I'm heading home to wait for him.\nHe's stopping at the store.\"\n\"Store? For beer?\"\n\"No stupid, for condoms. If it weren't\nfor you, I'd never have thought of these important things. And if not for you,\nI might not have a shot at true happiness. Thank you.\"\nShe leaned in and gave me a kiss,\nignoring the fact that they were in a bar in front of the bartender.\n\"You're welcome. Go get'em tiger!\"\nShe turned and was gone. Sam turned\nto me.\n\"Still need pics?\"\n\"No,\" I said matter of factly, \"but if you're willing to\nshare, I'm willing to look...\""}