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This story contains F/F sex between consenting adults, and themes of cuckolding. It may have been written for a flash fiction which I then realised was supposed to be a woman stealing a husband away from his wife, not stealing a wife away from her husband. :D

Showing Her the Way

Every night was the same. At first the pattern seemed irregular, but then Taliah realised that it was because she was only in bed herself by eleven a few nights a week, after particularly long and gruelling days at work. Once she made that realisation however, the timber wolf made a point of slipping into her bedroom, if not into bed, a few minutes before eleven each evening to test her theory. And sure enough, on each and every night, she heard the same thing from the apartment next door.

At eleven, not a minute before, not a minute after, she would hear two pairs of feet shuffling into the room adjacent to hers. She would hear talking, small-talk mostly about the following day and their plans for it, and then she would hear the rustling of clothes being removed and bedding being drawn back. From that point onward, the unseen, overheard actions that would follow went like clockwork. For five minutes, there would be the slightest creak of bedsprings. The moans of a male voice; the husband, Clive, and the occasional slurp, the occasional smacking of lips as his wife dutifully, tenderly gave the mouse a blowjob to start their regimented proceedings. Once the five minutes were over, a final slurp would be followed by a few seconds of heavy breathing. Occasionally, the man would murmur something entirely uninspired...

"Want to feel my cock in you now, baby?"

...or perhaps something even less sexy, like...

"Wipe your mouth off before you try to kiss me, hon. I don't wanna taste my cock on your lips."

...and then, then the bed would creak a little more. The woman of the pair, an otter by the name of Susan, would murmur some gentle advice that so often seemed to go unheeded.

"Ah, c-could you shuffle just a little further, Clive? You're leaning on my arm. Ow... o-oh..."

And as the creaking picked up, not too fast, not anything remarkable, but obviously the sounds of sex being had between the pair, Taliah would sit and tremble in frustration and dismay at what that man was doing... or rather, what he wasn't doing for the woman he claimed to love. For five or six minutes, ten at the most, sometimes as little as two or three, he would grunt and huff and moan his love for her, and she would gasp back, her voice occasionally touched by the warmth of pleasure and excitement, but always with a cloying sense of knowing frustration behind it.

"K-keep going, Clive. Please. Please keep... o-oh... oh, o-okay. That felt... w-wonderful, sweetie."

Never had Taliah heard so unceremonious an end to sex. Not just from the woman, not just from Susan as night after night she sucked her husband's cock and lay down as he fucked her, never once letting loose a single call or cry to indicate that she was in any way satisfied. Indeed, even Clive's own orgasms sounded painfully dull. Painfully uninspired. And for quite some time, that was just how Taliah believed they must have lived. A couple who in a way she admired for how much they cared for one another despite a totally listless sex life. Who made love each and every day presumably to show one another that they cared, but without any expectation of a more physical, visceral payoff to that affection.

But then, many weeks after she had established for certain this pattern of behaviour in her neighbours, there came a week in which Taliah found herself doing something she had never had cause to do until now. The wolf found herself working from home, her office building undergoing necessary renovations and thus offering the majority of its employees a choice between taking holiday time or working remotely for a fortnight or so. And it was on that first day, at around three in the afternoon as she sat upon her bed with her laptop open on her folded legs, that she heard keys jingle in the distance. Keys, followed by the sound of a door opening, then closing again. Soon she heard the door of the bedroom adjacent to hers open up, and she heard a voice. Or rather, she heard several voices. Music playing on a cell phone speaker, with what sounded like Susan singing over them.

She listened for a few minutes as her neighbour belted out a couple of show-tunes with surprising skill and passion, occasionally muffled as though she was taking off some clothing while still continuing to sing. Then once again she heard the now familiar creak of the bed, and mere seconds later, as she sat with her laptop still resting before her but the work upon it utterly forgotten, she heard the most wonderfully unexpected words escape Susan's lips.

"Fuck me."

What followed, not just for five or six minutes, not for ten, or fifteen or even twenty, but for close to an hour that day, was the sound of masturbation so frantic, so wild and craven that it almost broke Taliah's heart. Suddenly she was seeing the relationship between this man and woman living next door in a whole new light, unable to help feeling bad for Susan, and frustrated, even angry at Clive, as she listened to the woman next door not just moaning, not just masturbating, but thrashing, screaming, sobbing, and fucking herself over and over again to countless climaxes for the course of sixty minutes, until finally she collapsed to the bed, utterly spent, with one final, pleading whimper.

"P-please, Clive. Oh God. Please. F-fuck me like that tonight. Just once. J-just... just once. Please, sweetie."

The next day, the same thing happened. Susan arrived home from whatever job she had at around three, sang a few songs as she stripped and readied the bedroom, masturbated to multiple rampant orgasms for an hour or so, then spent another five or ten minutes cleaning up the bedroom and singing to herself some more.

Wednesday was the same. As was Thursday, and Friday. Each time she ended with a whimpered, breathless plea to her husband, begging him in his absence to do what he utterly failed to do each night, and actually satisfy her in a way that she felt in any way effective. Over the weekend, with Clive almost certainly free from work, Taliah couldn't help but feel bad for Susan even though she wasn't present to listen in at three in the afternoon to hear what did or did not happen. And of course each night at eleven there came the same now painfully predictable routine. A routine which if painful to simply listen to for Taliah, must have been absolute hell for the unsatisfied, unattended woman next door.

By Monday of her second week working from home, Taliah was already naked as Susan arrived home at three. The wolf lay in her own bed, one hand or at times an entire pillow over her muzzle to stifle her own cries, and masturbated herself alongside Susan. By Tuesday she was masturbating more than thirty minutes before Susan even arrived home, fantasising about how she could help the otter out, about all that she could do to satisfy the poor, pent-up woman without any need for Clive to know. By Wednesday she was consumed by planning it, playing out the scenario over and over again in her head, and on Thursday she found herself pacing up and down the apartment building hallway mere minutes before Susan was due to arrive home, bailing at the last second and spending the following hour furious in her side-by-side, secret masturbation alongside Susan's own. She was so ashamed of herself for being such a chicken, for leaving the otter to her lonely self-pleasure yet again because of her own selfish cowardice.

That night, as she lay in bed and listened to the steady creaking of Clive's pitifully love-making attempts, as she listened to the total lack of screaming, of moaning, of begging from Susan despite knowing full-well what the otter craved, she swore that she wouldn't let it happen again. That no matter what, no matter the outcome, she wouldn't let another day go by which ended with Susan having sought satisfaction solely through solitude.

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Susan both loved and hated Fridays. It was the start of the weekend, the best part of three days without any stress or expectations from work. It was a couple of days of just chilling out at home, going into town to shop, to get some nice food, to hang out with Clive outside of the apartment. But, at the same time, it was also the best part of three days without... well, without the absence of Clive. Without a guaranteed hour or two of privacy to do what she did each and every week day with the time between her arriving home from work and him doing so. Without the actions which, though she loved much about her husband, helped her overlook some of the intimacy, the passion, and the tact that he totally lacked. Things which when they had married fresh out of high school she had attributed to his lack of experience, but which now... well, now, many years later, she knew were just a part of who he was.

The otter shuddered slightly as she heard the elevator's bell chime, and she reached into her jacket pocket, grabbing at her phone and preparing to turn on a tune or two to motivate her into a better mood for what she would soon be doing. What she had to do if she was going to make it through the pleasant but undeniably predictable weekend ahead without going a little insane. She froze, however, as upon the elevator door opening and her instinctively stepping out into the corridor that housed her apartment, she saw a figure standing beside her door. Not kneeling, not lying down, not hiding in any way, but just leaning with one shoulder to the wall facing directly down the corridor in her direction, eyes fixated straight upon her.

The moment passed, and as Susan recognised the figure as her next door neighbour she took a deep, steadying breath and stepped out into the corridor to join her. With every step the otter took closer to the wolf, her mind rang out with a wordless, repeated plea. Please, don't let her need anything time consuming. Please, let whatever she needs be quick. Her body, her loins ached at the idea that whatever the wolf wanted might cut into her private time, and they continued to ache right up until she came to a halt just a few steps away from Taliah, putting on her warmest smile and trying not to pay any heed to the burning heat begging to be sated between her legs.

"Hi, Taliah! It's been a while. Is everything okay?"

The wolf nodded, but said nothing. Her eyes peered deep into Susan's own, the otter blushing slightly at the intensity of the contact but not wishing to offend by looking away.

"Can... can I, uh... help you with something?"

A slight smile flickered across the wolf's face, as though Susan had said something amusing. The otter waited, expecting an explanation of what that funny thing might have been, but none came. Indeed they stood in silence for almost thirty seconds before Susan glanced down at her phone, saw that it was approaching five minutes past three, and felt another shudder of hungry desire run down her spine.

"Listen, I... I have something I need to do. Unless you need something, c-can we maybe talk later? Over the weekend at some point? You're welcome to come round for a coffee, or Clive and I could meet up with you in town and grab a bite, if you'd prefer?"

Her hand moved to her pocket, grasping at the front door key and moving it towards the door itself. It was almost there when she finished talking, and at almost the same instant a derisive snort escaped Taliah's lips as her silence ended at last.

"You wouldn't want Clive there. Not with what I have in mind."

The key fell from Susan's grasp, her fingers locking, her entire body freezing for another instant as the wolf's words sent a sudden flash of fantasy through her mind. An utterly insane fantasy, but one that she couldn't help but think with her body and mind so primed and ready, already delayed and even more desperate than normal to commence her standard weekday afternoon routine. She cleared her throat, blushing crimson as she bent down to retrieve the key while stammering nervously.

"W-what do you mean? What were you wanting to talk about? A-and... why wouldn't you want my h-husba-aaahh!"

She never finished that sentence, letting loose a shrill cry as one of Taliah's hands lunged forward and grabbed at her ass while she was bent over. She should have been filled with rage, with aghast fury at the unannounced, unexpected touch. She knew she shouldn't have encouraged such behaviour, such unabashed and shamelessly aggressive action against her. But as she felt the fingers squeezing through her grey pant-suit khakis and trembling against the plump curve of her rear, so firm, so bold, so utterly unlike anything that her husband had offered her in the many years they'd been married, she couldn't help herself.

From that moment onward, everything Susan experienced was a blur. Herself dragging her body back to its feet, the key still lying on the welcome mat as she whirled around, wide eyed just in time to be pinned back against the front door by Taliah. The wolf's muzzle was upon hers in an instant, and a thick, rough tongue was invading her muzzle in a way that Clive's never could have, nor ever had even tried to do so. A pair of strong, broad hips were pinning hers to the door, grinding against her own midsection while two bold arms embraced her, running up and down her flanks, round to grip at her ass yet again, then up her back and around, squeezing at her breasts while their continued make-out muffled the whimpers, the gasps, the moans of absolute uncontrollable joy she was letting loose. She had no idea how Taliah knew that she wanted this, that she had been begging, praying, needing this kind of touch for so long. She had no idea how the wolf knew that she was so desperate for it, so frantic in her need for it that much as she loved her husband it didn't matter, it simply didn't matter from where that contact came, so long as it happened.

And yet, impossible as it was, the other woman did seem to know. Not just those basic facts, but some of her deepest, darkest, most shamelessly passionate and lustful ideas.

"Pick up the keys. Let us in."

Taliah growled to Susan as the otter's head span, and she shrieked as no sooner had she bent over to do so, the wolf's hands grabbed at her hips and began to hump her, to grind against her ass right there in public. It didn't matter that she was a woman, that she had no erection with which to dry-hump the otter. It was still a fantasy that she had moaned her way to climax in the midst of throughout the past week, longing for Clive to desire her so desperately, to be so eager to please her that it didn't matter where they were or who was around, nothing would stop him.

Soon they were inside, and in the hallway, with the door wide open and just out of reach, Susan shrieked and gurgled as one of Taliah's hands disappeared down the front of her work clothes and into her panties. Fingers roughly, relentlessly pushed against and attacked her already swollen, throbbing clitoris, and it was only after the wolf growled a teasing command in the otter's ear that the writhing, shuddering, grunting form of Susan was able to summon up even a coherent nod through the intense, overwhelming pleasure and the white hot arousal fuelling it.

"Beg me to take you. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to do everything to you that Clive never would, never could. And I promise you, Suzie... I promise you, you'll be glad you did."

Susan screamed at the top of her lungs as while she stood on the brink of orgasm, mere moments of continued touching and whispered words from descending into blissful oblivion, Taliah suddenly pulled away from her. Moving to the door once more, still wide open, and placing both her hands upon the handle, one on the outside, one within. The wolf looked over her shoulder at the trembling, shuddering, utterly mindless otter panting against the hallway wall, and licked her lips.

"Or... tell me to leave, and I'll go. I'll never bother you again. And instead of me, you can look forward to your husband lying over you tonight, giving you what he gives you each and every..."

Another shrill, desperate scream rang out through the apartment and out into the corridor beyond.

"No! P-please, no!"

Shaking her head wildly from side to side, the otter stumbled away from the wall and flung herself against the wolf. Into Taliah's arms as the taller, stronger, slightly younger woman turned to meet and embrace her. She stared up into the wolf's face, eyes wide, brimming over with frantic, pleading, urgent tears.

"Fuck me, Taliah. Eat me out. Rub my clit. H-hit my g-spot. Make me squirt. Make me scream. Hold me down a-and hump me... f-finger me. Do anything. Anything you want with me. Just please. Please, d-don't leave me with Clive tonight. Don't make me go through that again. I... I need to cum. I need to k-know how it feels to be with someone... a-anyone who can make me cum."

A moment later, the door slammed shut.

A moment after that, Susan whimpered bashfully, stunned and overwhelmed as she watched Taliah drop to her knees and the wolf's hands began to urgently work open the belt of her pant-suit's lower garment. And just a few more moments, a few more seconds after that with her clothing around her ankles and the wolf's face buried between her trembling thighs, Susan was wailing, and gushing, and clutching with feverish rapture at the wolf's ears and long, flowing hair as her hips humped uncontrollably forward and she began to cum against the face of her saviour. Her heroine. Not only the first woman to ever make her cum through active effort, but the first person to do so in her entire sexually active lifetime.

That moment was the first time Susan had ever been brought to orgasm by another's touch, her husband or otherwise. But it wasn't the last.

"Oh fuck! Ohhhh fuck, y-yes!"

She knelt on the hallway floor just minutes later, having fallen from sheer overwhelmed elation in the wake of her first orgasm, ass up, head flat against the floor and screaming, wailing as again the wolf's rough tongue lashed her clit and probed against her inner walls in a way that Clive never would have even considered, never mind dared to attempt.

" Yes! Ohhhhgodyessssss... aa-ahhhh... I'm... I'm... a-ahh-again!"

Bent over her bed, now utterly naked with her clothes cast aside in a trail from the front door to the bed itself, Susan shrieked as she looked over her shoulder through hazy eyes and saw the naked, beautiful body of Taliah right there. The wolf was sitting at the edge of the bed right beside her, one hand tenderly, lovingly caressing the bare, plump cheeks of the otter's ass while the other disappeared between her legs, three fingers feverishly pumping in and out of Susan and hammering at her g-spot. A cascade of hot juices poured from her pussy, and the otter's eyes rolled back into her head as the wolf growled in delight but kept her fingers working, simultaneous shock and fresh ecstasy registering upon Susan's pleasure-stricken face when she realised that despite having just made her cum hard enough to almost pass out, Taliah might not be intending on stopping for even a second.

"Mmnnhhhhhhghhh!"

Gurgling in bliss through a muzzleful of the wolf's own cum, tasting the rich, sharp tang of female juices other than her own for the first time, Susan climaxed yet again while Taliah lay astride her, pussy planted firmly over the otter's beautiful, flushed face while her own muzzle worked hard to make Susan scream once more.

"Don't stop!"

The otter begged in a guttural, joyous sob as she and Taliah lay in a trembling embrace, grinding and humping at each other, huffing, growling, kissing deeply and wailing in longing as their soaked, hyper-sensitive nether regions grazed against one another and their swollen clits throbbed in repeated if momentary contact with their partner's own.

"Please, T-Taliah. Don't stop. Ooohh god... please... d-don't... don't let me stop."

And true to her word, ensuring that every plea, every begging wish that Susan made came true, Taliah didn't let her stop. She didn't let her rest. She didn't let her waste a single second of this newfound passion, this newfound ecstasy as the minutes dragged on into hours, and the afternoon rapidly wore on towards evening, and all that the early portion of Friday evening brought with it.

Susan was sitting on Taliah's head, hands trembling as they reached down and fondled the wolf's large, beautifully firm breasts while Taliah's own hands gripped firmly at her thighs, pinning Susan's pussy in place against her slurping, invading tongue, when she saw a flash of movement out of the corner of one glazed, wide and heavy-lidded eye. She turned her head, blinked a few times, and tried to make sense of what she was seeing. There was someone standing in the bedroom doorway. Someone looking at her. Looking at her naked body as it trembled and writhed, as it bucked and humped down against the invading tongue, at the beautiful, ejaculate-soaked face of the woman who had made her cum so many times already, yet had managed to do so in a way that only left her ever hungrier, ever more frantic and desperate for more. There was something familiar about that figure staring at her now, and something familiar about the sound of the voice that spoke out in a nervous, stammering murmur.

"S-Susan... what... w-w-wh-what are you... doing? W-who's that, a-and why is s-s-she..."

For the briefest of instants, panic gripped Susan as she realised who it was. Clive. Her husband, Clive. Home from work now. Here. Seeing her. Seeing what she was doing. Seeing what she was doing with this other woman. With this person who wasn't him. Seeing her doing everything she had fought so hard to keep him from seeing over the years, knowing how embarrassed he got, how distasteful he found any such overt sexuality between the shared intimacy he ensured they shared every day so that things didn't get stale between them.

But then... then that panic abated. Not because she found a reason not to worry. Not because Clive said or did anything to assuage those worries. Her panic faded, her worry dissipated, quite simply because in that moment Taliah's lips closed around her swollen, throbbing clitoris, and began to suckle hard upon the already aching, agonisingly sensitive nub of flesh. Susan stopped worrying because she simply stopped thinking in that moment, and instead threw her head back, wailed Taliah's name in full view of her husband, and began to squirt and flood the gurgling, happily whining wolf's muzzle with her uncontrollable ejaculations once again.

"I'm cumming, T-Taliah!"

She screamed, her eyes flickering open once more in the midst of her pleasure and seeing Clive's pink eyes bulge, the white furred mouse's cheeks flushing crimson and him shaking his head not in anguish or heartbreak, but in simple confusion. He simply didn't get it. He didn't understand what he was seeing. Why he was seeing it. Why his sweet, quiet, innocent wife was behaving this way. And the more that Susan saw that confusion, the more she saw him just not getting it even now, the more she tried to make it abundantly clear to him. She couldn't live this lie any longer. She couldn't keep on pretending, keep on hiding, keep on holding back just for his sake, just because some part of her had believed for so long that some sort of love was enough, even if it didn't reach all the parts of her heart, all the aspects of the life she had always wanted to live.

"Don't stop. Please. Please , d-don't make me stop!"

She screamed half to the wolf beneath her, half to the mouse before her. And as she saw his eyes widen anew, as she saw Clive tense up, open his mouth, and... and then close it again, turning abruptly away and slinking off out of view once more, the otter gave a wailing cry of fresh elation, and flung herself forward as she called out again.

"Make me cum again, Taliah! C-cum with me, more! More!"

She begged to the wolf desperately right up until the moment her own face pressed its way between Taliah's trembling thighs, and continued to gurgle her pleas right up to the instant when the wolf's legs wrapped tightly around the back of her head and pressed her begging maw and its eager, hungry tongue against the soaking wet flesh and fur of her own pussy.

The two women's screams, howls and wailing cries of pleasure continued to ring out through Susan's apartment, and a single room away in the kitchen, trembling and whimpering and trying not to listen as he tried to brew himself a cup of coffee like nothing was different from any other night, Clive did everything in his power not to pay attention to the rock hard tent protruding from the front of his trousers.

Whatever his wife had gotten himself mixed up in, it couldn't have been going on for more than a few minutes. And surely, by that measure, it would be over in just a few more. Then they could sit down quietly, and calmly, like the rational adults they were, and discuss what needed to be done to ensure it would never happen again.

He poured his coffee. He poured a second mug for Susan, and squeaked nervously, bashfully as another cacophonous chorus of blissful screams rang out from the bedroom. He carried them over to the kitchen table, sat down in his chair, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The coffee grew colder. Colder.

The screams, the moans, the giggling, the shrieking joyous laughter and ecstasy went on, and on, and on as evening turned to night. And all the while, Clive just sat there. He just sat waiting, blushing, listening as his wife made up for over a decade of lost time with their next door neighbour, and refusing for even a moment to consider that anything had really changed. After all, as soon as they were done... and they had to be done soon by now... everything could just go back to normal. Everything could continue to be the way it was. The way it should be. That wasn't just what he believed, it was what he knew to be true.

And he continued to know it, to be certain of it, as moment by moment, orgasm by orgasm, tender, loving touch by tender, loving touch, the woman he had always taken for granted as a constant, unchanging presence in his life discovered that there was more to the world than just comfort and complacency. More to love, more to romance than just getting along.

Clive continued to believe in the only way he knew the world to work, while little by little, touch by touch, kiss by kiss Taliah showed Susan a new way. The only way that Taliah had ever known, and a way which to Susan had never been more than a mere fantasy.

A way of her very own.

By Jeeves

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