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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, involving elements of cheating/cuckolding and rough dom/sub play. :3

Dammit, Ropes

Every time she said those words, they felt even more powerless and pointless. Even more shameful to be spoken, always in the same context and for the same reason.

"Dammit, Ropes..."

Fyr whimpered as she slipped through the door of their home and immediately saw a trail of discarded clothes leading up the stairs. Clothes not belonging to her husband, and indeed definitely not from her own wardrobe. A mini-skirt of the absolute sluttiest kind. A silky black bra. A tight crop top. No panties, not because they hadn't yet been discarded but probably because the owner of those other items hadn't been wearing any in the first place. The fucking slut.

The dragoness knew what she would find if she went upstairs, and for that reason she knew that she absolutely should not do that. The best thing to do in that moment would be to turn around and walk back out of the door. Go to see a friend. Get some dinner at a nice place. Go to a bar, hook up with a stranger and let her husband know that if he was going to waste his time with some whore, that was fine by her. He wouldn't get the satisfaction, and more importantly his husband-stealing bitch of a fuck-buddy would not get the satisfaction of seeing Fyr aghast in the doorway, while they continue to fuck or fool around shamelessly in front of her.

And yet, to her even greater shame, Fyr didn't leave. She didn't turn and walk away, but instead kicked off her shoes and set her bag down on the hallway floor, taking a deep breath before beginning to climb the stairs herself. It wasn't long, barely half way up to their home's upper floor, before Fyr heard them. The unmistakable grunting, the rough, wild snarls of frantic sex. The thudding of the bed's frame as it shook and bumped against the wall behind them, loudly announcing their activities out into the hallway beyond through the wide open door. She walked closer, shuddering and huffing to herself as one hand moved up to grope her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and the other reached down below the waistline of her skirt, trembling fingers rubbing through the fabric of her panties as her already scarlet scaled cheeks flushed with humiliating arousal. Then she was at the doorway. Standing just out of view of the room beyond, leaning back against the wall of the hallway, and just listening. Listening to her husband as he cheated on her, and listening to the grunts, snarls and screams of the woman he was choosing to pleasure rather than her.

"Harder. Harder. O-ohh fuck... g-give me that thick cock. Every goddamn inch. Don't you fucking hold anything back!"

A snarl of passion rang out from the puma, and the green and black scaled dragoness that Fyr had known was there with him before she'd even heard Chemical's voice let loose a caterwauling scream as the creaking of the bed grew suddenly more intense and rapid. Fyr's hand was inside her panties by then, one solitary finger grinding back and forth against her clitoris, but it wasn't nearly enough. Eyes closed she could practically see the violent fucking that Chemical was currently receiving, so familiar with it because over her years of marriage to Ropes she had been on the receiving end of that same frenzied humping from the demonic puma countless times. Even now, catching her husband in the act of cheating, she wished it had been her there. She wished that she could have walked into the room, told her husband that she'd forgive him for his transgressions, but only if he gave her the longest and most brutal pounding of their entire marriage as recompense.

Had she done so though, Fyr knew that wouldn't be how it would have gone. Ropes wouldn't have acted shocked or embarrassed by being caught cheating. Chemical wouldn't have screamed in embarrassment and fled lest she incur Fyr's wrath. Indeed, Fyr knew that by keeping herself hidden like this she was doing more to deny them pleasure than if she'd stepped out into the doorway and made herself known. This way, they didn't get the satisfaction of seeing the pitiful, needy look on her face as they kept on fucking right in front of her. They didn't get to laugh and mock as Ropes offered her the chance to eat his cum out of Chem's pussy when they were done, if she wanted his seed that badly. And of course, they didn't get to call her a slut. A shameless, needy whore, for being as turned on as she was. For getting off to the knowledge that she was being betrayed, that her marital vows were being so shamelessly desecrated and her beauty, her femininity mocked by the very idea that she was in that moment so obviously not Ropes' first choice for a hot body to bury himself in.

"Cum in me!"

Fyr pressed a hand over her own muzzle to keep from groaning in humiliated bliss as she spread her legs further apart and began to urgently finger herself with no fewer than three trembling digits. She pressed her thumb hard against her clit as she listened to Chem's blissed out shrieks and the thick, wet slurping of Ropes' huge cock pounding the slut's eager and soaking wet pussy.

"Ah, yes! Yes. G-give me every fucking drop. Don't leave anything for Fyr. I... I w-want you so spent, so fucking used up that if she tries to fuck you tonight, you'll be shooting blanks if you can even get it up at all."

In almost the exact same instant, Chemical's frantic and breathless gasps drove both husband and wife into separate world's of orgasmic pleasure. Fyr's whole face contorted in a mixture of shameful rage and absolute bliss, and once again she had to physically clamp a hand around her muzzle to keep herself from screaming as the insides of her panties began to darken, streaks of hot ejaculate pouring out around her fingers as they trembled inside her suddenly convulsing, squeezing depths. Even if she had screamed aloud however it probably wouldn't have mattered, so loud, so fierce was the roar that Ropes let loose when he too was sent over the edge that it deafened Fyr to her own grunts of ecstasy and to every wailing shriek of her own ecstasy that Chemical no doubt shared as the puma emptied his potent load into her.

When they were done, relative silence fell over the house. At least, for maybe thirty seconds. Then, just as she was emerging from her post-orgasmic haze of pleasure and embarrassment, Fyr heard Ropes moan yet again. A deep, rumbling growl from the demonic male, followed by a wet smacking, popping sound and a muffled gurgle. Fyr shuddered and closed her eyes again. She tensed up where she was resting against the hallway wall, squirming slightly on the spot at the uncomfortable sensation of her now slick, cum-soaked panties clinging to her scaled crotch, shaking her head. She wouldn't look. She wouldn't peek. Wouldn't give them even the potential satisfaction of catching her there, playing voyeur, willing cuckold to her own husband's infidelity.

She wouldn't.

She wouldn't.

She...

She peered out from behind the door, trembling and to her continued shame already feeling her fingers inside her soaking underwear beginning to move and stimulate herself again. Her eyes bulged, and she barely kept herself from crying out in lustful frustration at the sight that greeted her. Chemical was lying between the legs of Fyr's husband, on all fours and with her own legs lewdly spread. Her pussy, flushed and swollen with arousal, was on full display towards Fyr, and from its rather gaping opening a white slick of Ropes' cum was even now trickling its way out, dripping down over her engorged clit and mingling with the dragoness own rather obvious wetness. Her tail was twitching and her wings flapping in the air in a rhythm that for a moment seemed random, but Fyr soon realised was moving in time with the bobbing of her head. She might have started out just cleaning off Ropes' cock, but now... now she was just suckling upon the pleasure demon, his cock already eager for more despite having just drained itself into the dragoness' now dripping depths.

It wasn't just the sight of Chem's lewdly cum-lashed pussy that made Fyr react so strongly though. Indeed that was only a small portion of the reason for her humiliated, frustrated reaction. The primary cause was Ropes himself, for though he was stroking the dragoness' head and holding her down as she bobbed urgently and hungrily upon his cock like the slut she was, he wasn't looking at her. Indeed he barely seemed to be paying her any attention at all. His pure white, glowing eyes were staring directly at the bedroom door, and had been even before Fyr's head darted around it, as though he had somehow known that Fyr was about to reveal herself.

Fyr's head turned, and she shuddered in anger. Across the hallway from the bedroom, the bathroom door was wide open. On the countertop a small shaving mirror had been set up, facing out of the door at just such an angle that it reflected not just the bedroom doorway, but the wall next to it. The spot precisely where Fyr was standing. Ropes had planned all of this. He had not only wanted to be caught by Fyr, but he'd even wanted her not to reveal herself, only to be shown up and further humiliated when he inevitably revealed her presence to Chemical.

Except... that revelation never came.

Ropes just stared at her. Just grinned and licked his lips as he held Chem's head more forcefully down against his cock, moving it up and down of his own accord as she gurgled and gasped louder and in ever more fevered lust. Fyr watched as the other dragoness reached down between her legs and began to masturbate herself, lewdly stuffing four fingers into her stretched and well worked pussy and beginning to moan, to cry out in muffled wails around her muzzleful of uncut puma cock.

"Drink it all. E-every fucking drop..."

The puma snarled as his eyes began to glow brighter, his grinning face twisting in pleasure as the dragoness' maw drove him towards another orgasm.

"Don't leave anything for Fyr. If she wanted it, if she needed it badly enough, she'd be here. She'd take it for herself."

Louder, more gleefully than ever, Chem gurgled around the puma's thick cock. Ropes grinned toothily towards Fyr, and as the scarlet scaled dragoness felt her fingers moving faster still within her soaking panties, as she watched her husband being milked and drained dry by that fucking whore all over again, she let loose a ragged whimper under her breath. Not because she was angry, though she was. Not because she was ashamed, though she was. But because she knew, just like her husband knew, he was right.

"D-dammit, Ropes..."

***********

Fyr giggled as she felt the lithe wolf's body grinding against hers from behind. His hands beneath the hem of her skirt, riding it up as the heavy, bass-rich music of the club pounded around them. He was rock hard. She could feel his cock throbbing through his tight leather trousers, rubbing between the plump cheeks of her scaled ass, the g-string she was wearing almost unnoticeable as they danced and teased one another. Another minute, maybe thirty seconds, and she'd pull away. Turn to him slowly, seductively, and lead him to the bathroom. No-one would notice. No-one would care. Hell, they could have fucked right out here on the dance floor and so long as they didn't get into anyone else's space, not a word would be spoken against them.

"God, you're beautiful..."

The wolf growled into her ear, Fyr shuddering and making no move to stop him as his left hand slid around the front of her meagre underwear and began to slip inside.

"...and I'll bet you're even more beautiful when you're cumming. Wanna let me find out?"

Fyr groaned and nodded, shivering happily as the wolf kissed her on the side of her neck just when his fingers began to tease at her already swollen, throbbing clit. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling of the wolf's still contained cock and his fingers rubbing, stroking at her body sweep her away in time with the pounding music. Her eyes soon sprang back open once more as a voice rang out from close by though, gruff and snarling.

"What the fuck are you doing to my wife?"

The wolf staggered back, dragging his hand free from Fyr's underwear and staring in shock, in humiliation as a burly puma shoved him away and moved to stand beside Fyr with a stern, savage expression upon his face.

"H-holy shit, man. I had no idea. I... I'm so sorry!"

The wolf shook his head apologetically, any attraction Fyr had felt for him evaporating in an instant as he went from smooth and seductive to an apologetic whimpering mess. Then he glared at her, snarling a single word before turning away and stalking off, still rock hard in his leather pants.

"Slut."

Fyr stared after him for a moment, but soon enough her attention turned wholly towards the man responsible for sabotaging that near perfect situation.

"Dammit, Ropes. What the fuck are you doing here?!"

The puma grinned, leaned in and kissed the dragoness upon the neck exactly where the wolf had done so. He stepped closer to her, and Fyr grunted, tensing up in pure pleasure as he reached down below her short skirt and pressed two fingers between her legs, his palm resting against the mound of her scantily clad pussy.

"Exactly what you're doing, my dear wife. Looking for a cheap, needy fuck. The difference is... unlike you... I've already found mine."

He grazed her clit once, just once with his fingertips, then pulled back. Not just removing his hand from her underwear but stepping away from Fyr so suddenly that she almost toppled forward, leaning lustily into his powerful touch. The dragoness watched as he shrugged at her, grinned, then turned and began to walk away. Across the dance floor and towards the bar. Fyr snarled in frustration. Goddamn him. He'd gone to all the trouble of ruining her chances with that guy, and now he wasn't even sticking around to take his place?! She shook her head, hands clenched into fists by her sides. Fuck no. She let Ropes get away with a lot, but not that. Not this time. If that wolf wasn't going to be the one to get her off and fuck her senseless tonight, the least her husband could do was take his place.

She began to storm through the dancing, gyrating crowd after the puma, and with every step she took Fyr imagined what she would do when she caught up to Ropes. Grabbing him by the collar, dragging him away from whatever bimbo he'd found, out through one of the side door's to an alleyway or backstage storage area and dropping to her knees, muzzle wrapped around his thick cock before he could even begin to complain. Tongue teasing at his foreskin, flicking back and forth over his tip until he was flooding her maw with pre-cum. Only then would she turn around, present her ass to him, and let him take her if he asked nicely enough.

Of course, that fantasy faded into nothingness as soon as Fyr emerged from the dancing crowd nearby the bar. She looked around for her husband, and saw him leaning in to whisper in someone ear at the bar itself. She saw that other woman's tail flex and thrash in delight, and her eyes widened, her muzzle fell slack in a groan of dismay as she saw the puma and his slut for the evening turn away from the bar and face her head on. Of course it was her. Of course it was Chemical, again. Ropes couldn't just find any slut. He had to find the biggest slut, and the one whom Fyr despised the most of any of her husband's extra-marital partners she'd caught him with over the years.

The two of them walked up to her, hand in hand, grinning shamelessly. Chemical just beamed with knowing pride, licking her lips as she pressed herself tenderly to Ropes' strong form, leaving the male to address Fyr with a passionate snarl.

"I'm gonna fuck her so hard, so deep. So many times and so many ways... all your favourite positions. All the ways that make you scream, and squirt. And you... Fyr, you can come along and watch, if you want. Or you can stay here and find another guy to do what pitiful little he can to satisfy that itch inside you. But, we both know... we all know that if you find some other guy, all you'll be able to think about while he's fucking you is me. My cock, how much better it is. How much bigger, and how right then, while you're fighting just to cum once before the pitiful male you settle for is spent, all you can do is think of how you wish I was fucking you in that moment, not Chem."

The green and black dragoness giggled, and moaned into Ropes' ear loud enough for Fyr and anyone else around them to hear.

"C'mon, Ropes. B-before you take me home, take me out back and eat my pussy. I wanna soak your face so bad that every time you kiss your wife for the next week, she'll smell me all over you."

Ropes grinned, took Chemical by the hand, and began to lead her back out into the crowded darkness of the club's main floor. He paused however for just a moment or two more, peering back over his shoulder to where Fyr was standing rigid and trembling, glaring in humiliated fury after them.

"You coming, Fyr? We'll let you watch, if you keep quiet and don't interrupt. Or... do you really think any other man can even come close to getting you off as much as just watching me and Chem will?"

When the scarlet dragoness didn't immediately respond, Ropes shrugged and both he and his mistress walked on, vanishing from view.

Fyr snarled and stamped one foot against the ground in frustrated anguish. Just a second or so later though she gasped, feeling a strong, firm hand land upon one of her shoulders.

"Uh... sorry to bother you, but... is everything okay? You don't look like you're having much fun."

She looked towards the source of the voice, and saw a burly stallion dressed in a bouncer's uniform regarding her with a measure of sincere kindness. No matter how genuine his concern though she also couldn't help notice how his eyes travelled up her mostly bare legs, then towards the tight halter top she was wearing, breasts practically spilling out of it with no bra to restrain them. Her eyes darted towards his crotch, and sure enough even though he was obviously not yet hard, she could see the outline of a suitably vast equine member through the fabric of his slacks.

Fyr looked back towards the direction in which Ropes had fled with Chemical, then to the stallion once more; a man perhaps more than capable of satisfying most of the women in this club.

She sighed, shaking her head and whimpering softly.

"Dammit, Ropes."

Then she spoke up, smiling at the stallion even as she stepped away from him, and in the direction which she had watched her husband disappear shortly beforehand.

"Thanks, but... I'm fine. Actually, I... I have somewhere I need to be."

She held up her hand, showing off the ring wrapped around one finger and smiling as the stallion reacted apologetically, as most men should to the sight of a wedding band.

"My husband. I... I need to go find my husband."

***********

Chemical grinned as she stood outside the front door, her face flushed beneath its scales as the vibrator which Ropes had instructed her to wear on her way here buzzed potently against her clit. Glancing down she could see the rivulets of wetness on the insides of her legs, not to mention the egg-vibe's control unit strapped to one thigh by a garter belt, far below the absolutely miniscule skirt that she was wearing. She knew that Ropes would only admire her outfit for a matter of seconds before tearing it off her, but in truth she wasn't wearing it for his benefit. She was wearing it to see the look on his wife's face when that was how she showed up, so obviously and lewdly prepared for a night of the most debaucherous sex possible.

Squirming and gasping as the vibrator pulsed against her swollen clit, Chemical rang the doorbell. Only ten or fifteen seconds passed before she heard the lock within clicking open and saw the door beginning to swing open, the dragoness striking as provocative a pose as she could muster when Fyr's face appeared on the other side.

Though she kept on grinning as broadly and shamelessly as ever though, Chemical couldn't help but feel a little let down at the expression on Fyr's face. Not one of frustration, rage and humiliation as was normally the case when she realised that her husband was about to be stolen away right in front of her, but... confusion. Surprise. And then, to her even greater consternation, what looked like a flicker of mirth.

"Oh. H-hi... Chem, I thought you were..."

Fyr glanced over her shoulder, towards the stairwell of her home, then back again at the dragoness standing on the doorstep with a shake of her head and yet another unexpected smirk.

"Uh, do you... wanna come in?"

Chemical snorted with mocking laughter, trying her best to remain brazen and shameless as ever even in the face of this rather strange reaction.

"You're actually inviting me in? Holy shit, Fyr. I knew you got off on watching your husband fuck a real woman, but don't you normally at least pretend to be pissed off?"

To her frustration, Fyr grinned.

"Oh, yeah. Totally. I'm so pissed off right now. You should go right upstairs. I'll follow you. And... yeah, when you get to Ropes, I'll totally be right outside, pining away and masturbating, wishing I was feeling exactly what you were feeling."

The sarcasm in her tone was obvious, but Chemical wasn't going to let that bitch's reverse psychology put her off her game. She reached down to her garter belt, twisted the buzzing egg vibe lodged inside her panties all the way up to its maximum setting, and shuddered as a fresh pair of lustful rivulets began to stream down the insides of her thighs right in front of the other woman.

"Trying to call my bluff? Bad idea, bitch. You can follow me. You can watch all you like. But that's not gonna change the fact that I'm gonna make Ropes cum so hard and so often that by the end of the night even if I let you have a turn, he'd still be moaning my name."

The green and black dragoness stormed past Fyr and began to ascend the stairs, peeling off her too-tight t-shirt and tossing it over her shoulder to where she could hear the other dragon following close behind. She was barely on the upstairs landing, still most of the length of the corridor away from Ropes and Fyr's bedroom, when she heard it. A low, rumbling growl of lust. Turning back to Fyr, she grinned.

"See? He knows I'm here. He's waiting for me. Cock in hand. Ready to pounce. To ravage me. You've been here all day and he hasn't so much as touched you, but I won't even make it through the door without him claiming me."

Strutting her way proudly down the corridor, Chemical called out ahead of her with a husky growl.

"I'm here, baby. Chem's here. I hope you've saved a nice, hot load for my dripping cunt. I'm so ready for you, s-so..."

She reached the bedroom doorway, oddly closed for once, and pulled it open. Her eyes widened and her voice trailed off. The scent of sex hit her before anything else, before her eyes could even focus upon the bed and its contents. She heard a snort of laughter from close by, and her head snapped around to see Fyr doubled over, shaking with absolute glee at the look of dismay and humiliation upon Chemical's face.

Approaching the door and peering in herself, having heard her husband's moans throughout the early part of the evening but not having found the shameful lust needed to open it up and reveal her voyeuristic urges, Fyr took in the sight alongside Chemical.

She saw Ropes lying on his back, not one but two women astride him. One, a plump badger, gorging herself on his cock. Bobbing feverishly up and down while straddling his torso, grunting with her eyes rolled back, utterly sightless as the male stuffed several fingers of one hand into her dripping pussy. The other, a lithe, tall deer, was sitting astride his face. She had both hands over her face, and appeared overwhelmed, almost as embarrassed as Chemical looked, as Ropes loudly slurped and grunted as he ate her out.

"Oh dear..."

Fyr growled to Chemical, reaching down between her legs and turning off the vibrator as the other dragoness just stared at Ropes, unaccustomed to the sight of him with another woman, his wife aside. Trembling in frustration. In anger. In betrayal at his... his cheating.

"...it looks like my husband's busy. Maybe you'd better come back some other time. Or... y'know, you could stay and watch. Stand here with your toy and act like that'll be enough. Like anything could ever compare to the feeling of his cock, his tongue on your body."

With that said, Fyr walked away from the door, leaving Chemical still just standing and staring in complete shame. Yes her husband might have been cheating on her, and she might have spent the last couple of hours downstairs feverishly masturbating while imagining what Chem and Ropes were doing together upstairs. But now that she knew it wasn't Chemical... well, Fyr couldn't claim she didn't care, of course. But, at least now, when she returned to her solitary self-pleasure, she would be able to delight in the knowledge that Chem was just as pent up and frustrated as her. More so, in fact, because unlike what Fyr knew of herself deep down inside, Chemical didn't seem to show any enjoyment for this sort of abject humiliation.

Indeed just as she was approaching the top of the stairs Fyr heard a muffled, wet roar from her husband, and a shrill scream from one of the two ladies sharing the bed with him. And then, in their wake, a quiet, pitiful moan from the bedroom doorway. From Chemical, as she peered inward and turned her vibrator back on, rubbing it against herself more urgently than ever in fevered, utterly unsatisfied desperation.

"Fuck you... f-fucking goddammit, Ropes..."

By Jeeves

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