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Sometimes, even when someone had a happy and healthy romantic relationship, their sex life wasn't quite up to par.

Happiness couldn't just be measured in moments, after all. Even if some people claimed that they would be happy in a relationship with no sex, it was a statement that often rang hollow, and further still, there were those who had more than enough sexual encounters, but found that it was the quality that was lacking, rather than the quantity.

Joan had such a problem in spades, even if she was nervous to bring it up to her lover. Saul made her happy in ways beyond the mere touch of his paws upon her body, and even a few years into their dating relationship, just the way that he buttered her up left her feeling butterflies in the pit of her tummy. She'd heard that the puppy love phase would fade away after some time, but she wondered if they were destined to a permanent honeymoon, and she wasn't going to question that part of her life.

What she couldn't stand any longer was the feeling of a cold, unpleasant vibrator against her clit as she struggled to get herself off next to the sleeping warmth of her mate.

I don't know what it is... Joan thought to herself, as she wrinkled her muzzle up with the coming of a quick, mildly satisfying climax. She held her breath and winced her eyes shut tight as she had to force her body to accept the pleasure, resulting in an orgasm that was barely worth having in the first place, but was still preferable to the sensation of being denied one. He used to make me cum just by looking at me funny, but...he just isn't doing it for me lately!

Joan knew that she loved Saul. It wasn't a matter of fading romance, and the pair of wolves seemed like they were made for each other; an outdoorsy couple of timber wolves that spent their time hiking around in the woods, taking pictures and blazing new trails, Joan and Saul never had to try too hard to entertain themselves, or each other. They were no strangers to having sex in the great outdoors, either, and once upon a time, Joan had fond memories of being down on all fours, embracing the scent of the cool, moist dirt against her cheek as she was pounded into submission.

Their howls were the cause of a couple of different noise complaints, a fact that they celebrated with sneaky giggles and nervous blushes.

Now, Joan could only sit up in bed and yank her panties back up to her nethers, hoping that Saul wouldn't stir awake before he had to get up for work. She could still feel his semen spilling back out of her sex, and admittedly, the idea of the same was a turn-on for her, but perhaps, the monotony of the bedroom was starting to catch up with her.

They hadn't done anything outside of the ordinary in weeks, bordering on months, and Joan was getting a little stir crazy. Even a quick romp in the fields behind their house might be enough to get her going again, but Saul was under far too much pressure lately to get into the mood for anything beyond ordinary sex, and it left Joan hungering for something more. She didn't want to sacrifice their romantic relationship, and she couldn't fathom cheating on the man that she loved so much, but if she didn't have one of the mind-numbing climaxes that she was formerly used to, she was worried that she really might go off the deep end, sooner or later.

You used to be so much more adventurous. You were such a naughty, freaky wolf, Joan's thoughts continued to wander as she pulled her panties back down her thighs. She wasn't nearly satisfied, and though any further play might be in vain, she wasn't going anywhere, and knew that she couldn't fall asleep.

She had nothing to lose, as her panties slipped down past her ankles and over her footpaws. A single pawtip dipped into her slightly pouted folds and worked against the last remnants of her lover's cum, hoping that it might entice her to start playing again, to better ends.

There was only a mild buzz in the depths of her womanhood, but Joan had a feeling that she was onto something, as her mind drifted back to some of the of more twisted encounters she and Saul shared over the years. They'd almost been caught having sex in public a number of times, and once, Saul even convinced her to take a load of his seed in her tailhole, even though she had little more than a skirt to cover up the mess. She was almost too timid to go through with the idea, being out in a public place, but she managed to muster up the courage, and the entire time, though she could feel her mate's seed threatening to spill from her ass and down the back of her thighs, she was dripping wet with the naughty excitement of it all.

Some of that same moisture was starting to coat the fur upon her pawtip as Joan thought about the number of times her ass had been involved in the bedroom. It seemed that Saul used to have quite the penchant for it, and she realized that for all of the times he'd been inside of hers, she'd never once taken the time to appreciate his own anal cavity.

Well...I guess it's only fair, right?

Joan wasn't the type to make such a claim, usually. She understood that her tailhole was exceptionally tight, and that sometimes, a change of pace was good for a relationship. She'd heard of pegging, but she didn't know that it was for her, and she didn't feel some overly feminine need to establish her place as an equal by shoving a piece of plastic up her boyfriend's ass.

The thought of the same, however, was beginning to tantalize her, as she took the pawtip, still soaked with Saul's own cum, and snuck it under the back of his tail. Each of the wolves slept naked in their bed, and with a set of thick fur coats, they had a tendency to cast the sheets aside and sleep completely bare to the world.

It made things almost_too_ easy for Joan, who pressed the very tip of her digit against what she could only imagine was Saul's anus. There was an even greater warmth there than upon the fur that covered the taut, muscular frame of his rump, and the texture was one that she wasn't entirely familiar with. It felt dry, hot and tight, but somehow, she could imagine that it was easy enough to lubricate, and the flesh there, tender as it was to stroke, seemed that it would be resilient against her advances.

Saul didn't stir in the slightest as a now curious Joan pressed her pawtip forth, her ears perked to any sounds that her lover might make, and her eyes wide open to see if he was going to budge. His tail was sensitive, but in his sleep, it didn't feel a thing, and Joan was able to proceed with even less caution than she expected. She was careful of her claws, and with surprising ease, her smaller digit was able to penetrate the larger wolf...with only the tiniest shake of his body in response.

What was a set of thinned, nervous lips began to curl into a quiet smile as Joan played into the mental game of the moment, every bit as much as she did the physical interaction. Normally, Saul could easily overpower her smaller body, and in truth, she quite loved the idea of her larger lover pushing her down into the sheets and forcing her to take the whole of his length.

She thought of how too much of a good thing could be a problem, however, and wondered, perhaps, if a lack of variety was to blame for her current situation. Even this little act, different as it might be, was enough to make moisture bead upon the lips of her cunt with a volume that simply wasn't there before, and a playful smile was quick to turn sinister as Joan allowed her free paw to settle down upon her womanhood and spread it open for a little extra fun, all while the buried digit pressed further into Saul's ass.

Joan was a careful lover, to be sure. Saul was typically more dominant, but he was always cautious with her body, taking time to get her asshole prepared whenever they decided they wanted go that route. Now that she was getting to turn the tables, she offered him the same loving care, and even recoiled a little bit with surprise when her pawtip slid all the way in to the second knuckle. Saul's inner muscles were certainly tight, but rather accommodating, all things told, and when he still didn't kick awake, Joan let out a little giggle and bucked her paw, simulating a quick, jabbing thrust.

Saul didn't budge, even when his rump wiggled gently from the contact. Good boy...take that pawtip, Saul. Feel it moving around in that sweet little ass... Joan's thoughts were every bit as lewd as her actions as she allowed the fantasy to grow. She was still herself, and Saul was still her boyfriend, but she no longer saw his larger form as a sign of dominance. Instead, she fathomed herself to be in control, and treated Saul's lack of movement as the result of a bondage that existed only in her mind.

Even if the ropes weren't real, the tiny strands of glistening, feminine arousal upon her pawtips were, and plenty more was coming to fruition as the smaller canine used her open paw to cup Saul's rump. The digit in the middle pumped rapidly in and out of his asshole, and though he still didn't seem to be reacting too much, she thought she could hear his breathing turning rapid, and in her curiosity, she had to see just how else the treatment might be affecting him.

She was almost immediately rewarded, when she leaned over the side of his body and saw the very tip of his bright, pinkish-red cock jutting out from his sheath. It was growing at a slow and uneven pace, clearly an unconscious response to her affection, but she only had eyes for her boyfriend's member, and it took everything in her power to resist grabbing onto it and stroking it.

Woah...when was the last time I was that excited to play with Saul's cock? she wondered, as she continued working her own slick, liquid arousal up on her spare paw. She knew she wouldn't make it through the rest of the night without touching or teasing it, but for now, she only risked admiring it and licking her lips in anticipation, as her tail picked up in a slow, eager wag.

Even if Saul had kicked awake in that very next moment, Joan wouldn't have stopped. She could imagine her lover grabbing her wrist and trying to stop her, but she honestly wasn't sure that he would have the strength, as passion fueled her body to keep moving, even when she felt a gentle wiggle from his body.

The moment it stopped, Joan pressed a second pawtip next to the first and pressed inward, allowing both digits to slowly and delicately penetrate her sleeping mate. That's it, baby. You did such a good job taking one, I thought you deserved another, she thought, playing into her own mental fantasy and imagining that Saul was quietly begging her, albeit facetiously, for some kind of mercy.

Joan wouldn't have offered any, no matter how her boy begged.

She could just imagine the way his voice would have squeaked as she curled her pair of pawtips within his tailhole and began exploring him with a more sinister intent. She didn't quite know the extent of the male anatomy, but she silently wished that she would strike the prostate if she just fumbled around enough, though that obviously wasn't the case.

The amount of fun she was having just looking for it was greater than she would have guessed, and her ears even perked as could have sworn she heard the quietest of squeaks from her unconscious lover.

You think I'll take it easy on you just because you're whining? she kept the voice in her head, even as she kept up the fantasy of her boyfriend looking back over his shoulder with a pathetic, defeated gaze in his eyes.

Even if it was all just imagined, she was shocked at how easy it was to bend him to her whims.

In the back of her mind, she could hear his voice pleading with her for some kind of a respite. She imagined his expression twisted up in a mixture of pleasure and pain, even if it was actually a peaceful, sleeping facade.

She could actually feel the inner muscles of his asshole beginning to clench around her pawtips as they worked, however, and she tried to respond in kind, allowing each digit to sink in up to the base of her palm. With just enough lubricant, the act was easier than she ever would have guessed, and though it was her sleeping lover who was actually doing the taking, Joan thought it was only fair to reward herself for her efforts.

After all, she'd been gazing upon his cock with such a focus that she was nearly hypnotized, and if she didn't give in to her own desires soon, she feared she might go insane.

I guess you've earned a little treat, she thought, though she pretended that Saul could hear her merciful words. He was beginning to stir awake just slightly, and if she went any harder with her penetrating digits, there was no doubt in her mind that he would kick awake, but at that moment, she couldn't possibly stop herself. She needed to keep going, and even the mere brush of her wet, dripping palm against the tapered tip of his canine manhood was enough to send a fresh shudder of delight up the course of her arm and into her chest.

She might have climaxed into her own palm; she wasn't sure, and at the moment, she was actually less concerned with the goal of orgasm, and more worried about completing the fantasy that her mind had created. Her ears rang with the imagined sound of Saul begging louder than ever for some kind of mercy, and Joan knew that if he were awake to enjoy this as much as she was, she wouldn't have stopped until she felt the thick, creamy mess of his cum spilling over her pawtips and soaking the sheets.

The trickling of precum into her fur was a bit of a surprise, but it only spread the grin across Joan's muzzle as she closed her paw around the narrowing tip and smoothed the clear substance back down into his growing cock. His flesh was beginning to throb, and each small, flickering pulse worked in perfect time with the excited, racing pace of Joan's heart, as she bathed in the thrill of making her lover climax in his sleep.

Perhaps, the idea of his waking up and catching her in the lewd act was even more exciting, and though she'd taken her paws away from her own body, she could feel her clit simply buzzing with excitement, and the rest of her form was aching to be touched. She didn't dare to squeeze her breasts or dip a pawtip back into her own folds; she'd end up releasing before Saul was taken care of, and though she was inexperienced in such ways, she thought that a good dominatrix would only take care of her own needs when she was sure that her pet was fully broken.

Joan easily could have envisioned the larger wolf to be broken and defeated, but she knew that Saul wasn't such a pushover. He was proud, and she knew that he would have struggled until his body literally wouldn't accept any further sensations.

He was nearing such a moment, as his tailhole clenched tight around the invading pawtips, and for a moment, Saul shook awake, snorting in a half breath and fluttering his eyes open. He was a notoriously heavy sleeper, and Joan had taken advantage of the same, until she finally pushed her luck over the edge.

It was just the chance that she'd been looking for, however. "Before you ask," she whispered, allowing the end of her muzzle to brush against the back of her lover's ear, "This isn't a dream, baby. I'm fingering your ass...and by the feel of it, your body is rather fond of the act."

Saul was no stranger to waking up with morning wood, but as his paws tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he noticed that he couldn't properly roll over to gaze at the clock. There was an obstruction in his backside that he wasn't fully aware of yet, but as his nervous system came back into focus, his eyes shot open despite their heavy lids, and his voice barely stayed within a proper volume.

"Wh-what...what the fuck, Joan?!" he called out at her, though he wasn't able to stay mad. His body was catching up to a myriad of sensations, the greatest of all being the delicate touch of his mate's paw gently stroking around the thick, plentiful mass of his cock. "You...d-damn... you could just w-wake me up next time!"

Joan gave a quick shake of the head as she jabbed her pawtips forth harshly, making sure that Saul would feel their presence in his slowly stretching asshole. "No...I think it was for the best that I let you sleep," she explained, as she rubbed the two digits against every surface that they could reach. There was a delightfully unique texture to the inside of Saul's tailhole, and since it wasn't a place that Joan imagined she'd be revisiting all too often, she tried to become as familiar with it as she could, keeping a close eye on every one of Saul's jumping, twitchy reactions.

Her imagining that Saul wouldn't have been okay with the idea wasn't too far off. "Are...are you..." he trailed off, as her earlier words finally registered, punctuated by a deep, meaningful thrust into his ass. His eyes winced shut for a moment as he felt his body give an immediate reaction, and across the sheets, a streak of precum burst forth, much to the grinning delight of Joan, behind him. "J-Joan...this f-feels-

"Amazing...I can tell," she cut him off, giving one last long, soft stroke upon his member as she pushed her lover right to the edge. "And I'll get you off this way, my darling...if you make a deal with me."

To be pushed to the edge of an orgasm and held there was difficult for any male to handle, but to literally wake up to such a moment left Saul completely on the defensive. He didn't have a bargaining chip, and he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep until his large, throbbing problem was taken care of.

Though it wasn't exactly how she envisioned it happening, Joan had her husband on the ropes, and her dominant streak was stopping him dead in his tracks. "Whatever y-you want, baby..."

It was foolish to agree so readily, but Joan began stroking his member against as she felt thick, heavy veins upon the underside throbbing anew. Thick, slippery strands of cum were spilling over her pawtips before Saul had a chance to moan, and Joan licked her lips at the sight. "I want to do this while you're awake, Saul...I want to dominate my lover and show him just how exciting it can be to be the submissive party, for once...just you, me, this bed, and a strap on...sound like a plan?"

An exhausted mind and a straining body left Saul with the ability to do little more than nod furiously as his ejaculate shot across the sheets. Errant drops went as far as the carpeted floor as he pumped his hips involuntarily with a pleasure that was aided by anal stimulation; it was a sensation he'd never known before, and Joan was barely able to keep her pawtips inside of his asshole as his inner muscles clenched against them. "F-fuck...fucking hell, Joan!" he cried out with a sleepy, yet orgasmic bliss, as Joan took a tight grip of his emerging knot and held it for him. She nuzzled into the back of his shoulder, already accepting his answer and treating him to an affectionate purr, as she felt the very last of his seed drizzling over her paws. "I...I'll d-do it..."

Unable to sleep before, Joan could feel her sexual frustration melting away as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into Saul's upper back. "Good boy..." she whispered, as she ignored the cries of her body for its own release.

She'd take care of that the next night, when she introduced Saul to a whole new side of herself.