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He'd been watching for a full half hour. He knew it had been a half hour because of the grandfather clock that he'd inherited from his actual grandfather. It stood right next to the door of their bedroom. Everything about it was in pristine condition. The only modification he'd done to it was his effort to keep it from chiming like a normal clock. They didn't have any room for it in other parts of the house when his grandfather died so they put it in the bedroom. It looked nice and matched the rest of the furniture. It's hands ticked along its face silently.

He'd not planned on watching them either. Something just died in him on the inside and it kept him from walking away. Left him too hollow to move. The dalmatian had been feeling something was off and funny with his wife for a few months now, but he'd never suspected that this was the reason. He chalked it up originally to his work. He was a firefighter and his shifts were the standard long ones that kept him away from house and wife just like it did with the other men at his station. It was rough being on both sides of a relationship like that and it was causing strain on their marriage, he knew. It wasn't unlike a long distance relationship.

For a half hour the cat had been going at her. Some well built panther he'd never met or seen before. No idea who he was or how his wife could have met him. The slim saluki he'd married three years ago looked tiny compared the big cat. His body was toned like he went to the gym regularly. Maybe that's how the two had met. Karen took weekly yoga classes at a local gym. Her petite and trim body was just... Overcome by her lover.

A naive part of him never thought she'd be the type to do this to him. It just never occurred to him. He thought too highly of her to have suspected this. When he got home it was suppose to be a surprise. He'd gotten news at the station that another volunteer needed help with his own schedule. They'd gotten together with the chief and had their schedules swapped. This basically gave him a bit of a vacation and he could finally spend more time with his wife. Mend some fences and all that. Recover.

Well, some fences were harder to mend than others. Some people didn't recover. He guessed his wife was thinking that all her life's problems were nails needing a good hammering, which was what the panther behind her was doing his best to oblige. A solid hammering the dalmatian didn't think his wife would ever let him try if it had been him in that bedroom and not the panther.

Her mouth was threatening to bite a hole in the comforter. The panther had her on her elbows and knees while he squatted behind her and held firm to her narrow waist. It was fit to be an erotic film to be honest. It was playing out like one from his perspective. The cheating wife and the local stud going at it while the husband catches them. Very cliche and poorly written. Just like real life.

He always parked his truck outside the garage so his wife could park inside it. His habit of walking around the side of the house to use the side door was the only reason he'd found them this way. The side door kept him from tracking in dirt through the living room. There was tile in the kitchen and it was easier to sweep up.

His vantage point was standing just outside his bedroom window in the backyard. The dogwood tree he'd planted there for his wife was in full bloom this year. The dark wood of the tree with its pure white blossoms camouflaged him well enough to hide. He wasn't wearing his gear. Just a pair of slacks and a white tee. Though it was clear the mating pair was confident that they had nothing to hide from. The husband was suppose to be far and away.

The dark black fur of the panther rippled over the cat's muscles as he shoved himself again inside his wife. He could hear her muffled cries through the window. Just barely audible. It was about to happen and he knew there wasn't any stopping it. The panther was jabbing his hips into her as hard he could with his lips curled up over his teeth in a snarl. Pearly white chompers with a thin string of spit hanging from his lower lip. He looked like an animal doing what nature demanded of him. Take a female. Make her his. Breed.

His wife started howling for him. Not for her husband, but for the panther. The panther's entire body seized up and froze solid as stone. Those white teeth were no longer were gritted. He was groaning with mouth agape. Complete satisfaction etched over his expression. The only sign that he was climaxing were his nuts. They were barely visible underneath his squat, but there they were, rocking and twitching. His wife was panting and crying out as she pulled at the sheets. She was ecstatic in her movements. Happy.

Finally, the panther sagged against her. She was pressed to the bed under his weight and that was when the deluge followed. With the seal broken the dalmatian could see a small splash of cum hit the bed from where it was finally able to escape her. He kept watching a little while longer. The panther was licking at the back of his wife's neck while he gently rocked his hips into her. How long had they been having this affair? He seemed affectionate with her.

He didn't know. The dalmatian let his shoulders sag. His wife looked limp as a wet rag as she panted under her lover. Satisfied. He couldn't remember the last time he left her looking that exhausted, but it was possible that this wasn't the first time they'd fucked today. There was so much he didn't know about his wife now.

Slowly backing away from the window and through the dogwood tree he returned back to his truck. A minute passed while he sat in the driver's seat. He wondered what he ought to do. Thank god they didn't have any kids, he thought to himself as he put his hand lightly over the horn. He hesitated.

"Let's see how it goes." He told himself aloud and honked the horn several times in a cheerful tune. Something he'd have done had he not been wanting to slip in quietly to surprise his wife. He stopped honking then got back out of the truck and made his way back over to the side door as if he'd not already been parked for the last half hour or more. He couldn't see or hear anything from inside the house as he approached the door. All was quiet.

His wife always kept the door locked when he was at the station for his shift. He unlocked it and stepped inside.