Feb 1 2019 - Get a Drink (M/F)
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Just a small warning, this is a cuckold story! Just a short bit of practice to push a couple friends' buttons. I know it isn't to everyone's taste and if it isn't well, this isn't for you. Hoping to get back into more practice writing this month since I got a bit derailed by the con and work getting out of the holiday quiet.
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Get a Drink
By Tredain
"Oh, I'm sure she isn't inter..." Candace cut him off by reaching under her skirt and nonchallantly pulling her panties down. The doberman smiled to them both, stepping out of the panties before tossing them over her shoulder. Dennis couldn't have grinned wider if he tried and settled back against the couch with one arm slung up on it. He patted his lap with his other paw. She smiled, never taking her eyes off Michael, and climbed into the wolf's lap with her legs straddling his thighs. The fox gulped.
"Seems pretty interested," the wolf teased in a low growl as he settled his paws on her lithe sides. His fingers idly stroked up and down, going from under her arms to down to her waist, while she put her slender arms around his neck. Michael sat in stunned silence. He stared at the two of them with his heart beating heavy in his ears.
"Why don't you... run along and get yourself a drink?" she suggested, still with that warm little smile.
"I.. uh. I mean. Well. If you..." his mouth felt dry, a lump in his throat and his tongue wanting to tie itself in a knot as Candace leaned in and pressed her lips to Dennis'. A low, rumbling growl rose out of the wolf's chest as he cupped a paw to the dog's head and very clearly pushed his tongue into her delicate muzzle. Michael couldn't think of the last time he'd heard something akin to the whimper his girlfriend made then. Her fingers curled against the wolf's back, trying to hold on as that big wolf tongue forced its way in.
They broke the kiss with a loud gasp from the doberman. Dennis smacked his lips, Candace sucked in a gasp of a breath. Michael stared, mouth slightly agape. Then the wolf turned to him.
"Why don't you go get a drink Michael, we're going to be a while," he said very matter of factly. The fox's cheeks grew hot.
"Er, r-right. Right, sorry. I'll just.. go get a drink," he said, hopping up to his feet, tail beating about in tempo with his heart. He snatched his keys from the table and was halfway through the door when he paused.
"I... uh." The words, whatever they were to be as he couldn't really think of anything, died in his throat. Candace was pulling her blouse off, unceremoniously dropping it to the floor like she had her panties, and grinding up and down in the wolf's lap. Their eyes met, briefly, and said everything that needed to be said. This was happening. And there was no stopping it. Michael shut the door quietly and the next thing he knew, he was on the road, no real recollection of getting in the car or even pulling out of the driveway.
There was a bar downtown he knew about. He'd gone there with Candace once or twice, but they realized they weren't much for the bar scene. Quiet nights at home, that had been their norm. Street lights flashed by, his face and ears throbbing hot, chest still beating out a steady tattoo. He turned down one road. Then another. There were other bars in town.
He wasn't sure how it had gotten brought up. Dennis was just visiting, in town for the first time in a few months, his new job was keeping him busy. The fox tried to replay the conversation over in his head. Dennis was always so cool, confident, so... self assured. He was a natural talker. He talked about the new job, his new place, his new work out regime. They'd both hung on every word. How had it even gotten onto sex?
Drink. He was going to get a drink. He never really went to get a drink. He really just needed to be out of the house. That was fine. This was all fine. The streets blurred by. He never really arrived at a bar or even a liquor store for that matter. Street lights and signs passed by over and over, the fox still running over the whole visit in his head.
Michael didn't recognize his ringtone at first. He checked his console, thinking his car was trying to alert him. He pulled over and fumbled in his pocket when he realized what it was. The glow of the screen came up, a text message waiting for him.
"We're done" was all it said. From Candace. It was two hours later. He'd been driving for two hours? His heart still beat in his ears, the night just a whole blur.
"Ok" he texted back. He'd need to get gas tomorrow. He got back onto the road, getting back to the house quicker than he'd have liked. He paused at the front door. He wasn't sure what he expected. They were done. It was over. Still, he strained his ears, listening for... he wasn't sure. The door clicked open and he walked in slowly.
Everything looked the same. The couch was empty. The TV was off. His keys went back onto the table. Again he looked for.. something, without really sure what he expected. Big spooge puddles? More discarded clothes? It all looked the same, but it felt so different.
The fox walked through the living room, into the hall. The central bathroom was closed, with light peaking out from under the door and the shower could be heard running. Again he paused, listening. Just rushing water. The bedroom light was on.
"Hey," Candace greeted him as he stepped into the doorway. The slim doberman was picking through the dresser against the wall. She was dressed in nothing but a shirt. Dennis' shirt, a white button up she had opened just like the wolf. Michael looked her over. Again, that feeling of expectation but she seemed so, normal. She was still just Candace. Well, he considered, the room smelled different, and the sheets had definitely been moved around. She smiled to him.
"Hey," he said, still having trouble forming words. "Is he...?" The question hung a moment.
"In the shower," she smiled and closed the drawer, standing up straight before she stretched her arms up. "He's taking the bed tonight."
Thump. Thump. Thump. The fox's ears pounded with his heartbeat.
"Sure," was all he could think to say. She smiled at him.
"You didn't get your drink," she teased. Something broke.
"Oh, uh, n-no. I just drove around, I uh, I couldn't really, I dunno. We were never much for bars, y'know," the words came a little easier. She stepped up to him and pressed one of the spare blankets into his paws. Then she kissed his cheek and he could feel how her body was just glowing. She was warm and seemed so relaxed.
"He's staying in town an extra night," she said. He nodded, the words stopping once again. Just his heart now. He could feel the beat in his face, in his ears. His groin throbbed.
"Oh, good," he said. She guided him around, one paw on his back to lead him back to the living room. As they passed the bathroom the sound of rushing water stopped. He made it to the couch before he realized she wasn't behind him anymore. He looked back down the hall. Dennis' naked, hulking form filled the doorway to his bedroom. It wasn't exactly the first time he'd seen the wolf naked but never quite this... open. He was tall, his muscles well defined, and his cock hung down soft and fat over his big balls. He dipped one arm around Candace and cupped her bare butt with one paw. Dennis' eyes met with Michael's and the fox knew nothing else needed or was going to be said. And then the door shut for the rest of the night, leaving the fox alone on the couch.
He stood holding the blanket in his paws a moment. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, his eyes on the bedroom door. What was he waiting for? What was he doing? He held still, the house silent save for the pounding in his ears and his own unsteady breathing.
Then the softest sound sent a shiver down his spine. A low, almost muted moan. His ears perked up. His ass hit the couch. He kept staring, kept listening. Minutes passed. His fingers fidgeted with the blanket. What was he supposed to do? What did he want? He started to rise slowly, only for that same, soft whimper to come from the bedroom. His ass dropped to the couch again and his fingers gripped at the folded blanket. Everything fell away. He had no idea what time it was, or even how much time was passing. He just wanted to hear that sound. He waited, and listened, and stared. All night.
(The end, for now! Hope you enjoyed.)
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