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Wife's request, pt 2

I couldn't believe that I let my wife talk me into doing this, for the past few months we had been exploring different things in the bedroom. She had dressing up in different types of lingerie and showing it off, I had to admit it made me feel sexy, but now she suggested we go to a club and have a 'girls' night out. It was one thing to do this in the bedroom, but I told her I wasn't going to do it in public. After a bit of begging, and coaxing, she ended up getting me to agree to it. I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't get a little thrill out of the idea, but this was different than doing it in the bedroom. A few guys at work already noticed me shaving the fur on my legs a bit, I explained it was more comfortable and didn't get as hot in my pants with it like that. So thankfully that explanation worked and even a few of the other guys tried it and agreed. Though, I doubt that same explanation would work for the reason I shave my balls and sheath down to the skin, making it as smooth as possible. My wife loved how it felt, she said it was very sexy and made me stand out. So the nervous night was getting closer, and my wife said she had something special for me to wear.

Saturday evening came; Lydia came bouncing into the bedroom with a little box in her arms giggling a bit. "I'm so glad it came in today. I was almost worried it wasn't going to make it."

I was suddenly very worried, because she didn't act like this often. I watched her open the box and pull out a garment. I asked what it was and she showed it off, it was a girdle! At this point I had already stripped down to my fur and watched, she came up behind me. I raised my arms and let her slide it onto me. The material was softer than I thought it was going to be, but as she tied it in the back, I could see my figure changing a bit. Once she had finished, my normally stocky form had taken a slightly more hourglass look. I rumbled slightly and lightly tugged at it.

"I feel silly sweetie... are you sure you want to do this?" Lydia nodded and smiled, handing me some soft black panties, and fishnet leggings. Sighing softly as I knew it was too late, I agreed to do this for my loving wife, and just wanted to make her happy. I went into the bathroom and started to slip the garments on. The material felt so nice as it cupped my sheath and balls, it did an alright job of hiding it as long as I didn't get too hard. I had to admit, it was sexy lifting my leg and sliding the fishnet up, it contrasted very nicely against my white fur and made my stripes stand out. She gave a knock to the door and her hand slipped in, holding what I was guessing was my dress for the night.

I looked at the material and sighed softly. It was a brilliantly red full length dress and seemed fairly provocative. I very carefully got into the material as it felt rather expensive, and I gasped softly looking at myself in the mirror. The bit of dress up wasn't done yet, but I had to admit, it was a stunning effect. The dress did little but help accent the curves that the girdle gave me, and there were long slits up the sides of the legs, showing them off rather nicely. Turning and looking at my rump, I growled slightly as it made it look like it was sticking out a bit. I could feel my sheath thickening slightly and tried to calm myself down a bit, but I couldn't even see the bulge that I knew was there.

I came out of the bathroom, my wife whistled at me. "My honey... I'm not sure which of us is going to get more attention from the boys tonight..." as she giggled. Her hands softly rubbing my chest as she kissed me, I slid an arm around her, holding it as I closed my eyes. I could taste the honey flavored lipstick she wore and smelled her own arousal. The dress she had on was a perfect match for my own, but she looked far better in it with her breasts pushing out at the chest, and her wider hips and slender waist. Reluctantly I sat down in front of her makeup stand, and let her make me appear more feminine. She very carefully did my makeup, taking much more time than usual to do it, and then put on a new wig. She told me that she ordered this one from a place that made wigs for anthros like myself who had issues growing out the lovely hair everyone seemed to love playing with.

Once she was finished, I glanced at myself in the full length mirror and couldn't believe it. I didn't look anything like myself, it was amazing! I felt a little odd, my paws stroking along my sides and I didn't realize I was purring softly, my tail swaying behind me. I took a few steps, letting my hips sway with the movements and I loved how I looked, part of me was glad I let my wife talk me into dressing up this far. Lydia handed me a pair of short heels, I blushed taking them from her and carefully slipping my foot paws into them. She gave me a hug and said we should have a drink or two before we left for the club, I was fine with that idea.

I was getting nervous as we sat in the cab, getting closer to the new club downtown that had just opened up. It was one of the few clubs that advertised that it hosted to a mixed clientele of anthros and humans. I knew most clubs in town preferred to host one or the other as it was generally viewed as a bit of taboo for both to hang out. Though, with the younger generations, those taboos were slowly being eroded and forgotten. We got out and I could hear the loud bass music coming from the club, I looked at my wife and was nervous, she shrugged and smiled.

As we approached the bouncer, my wife's arm around me, I was fairly certain he was going to ask us for our IDs. There was a bit of a line, mostly people in regular clothes, nothing as elegant like what Lydia and I were wearing, and the bouncer, a large pit bull licked his muzzle as he watched us come up. "Hello ladies..." as he lifted the velvet rope, letting us in past the others, I could hear a bit of grumbles and complaints, but we were in the club before I knew it. I folded my ears down a bit until I had gotten used to the music, the club was a bit darker than I expected with a variety of booths along the sides and a large dance floor with a mixture of anthros and humans all dancing. I could see most of them women were dressed in similar styles to me and my wife, and most of the men wore suits or at least fancier clothing.

We stopped by the bar and each got a drink, the bartender smiling at me and causing me to blush. He was a slender looking panther, his black fur almost purple in tone and I was admiring him a bit before I turned away and sipped my drink. Lydia leaned in and spoke to me.

"Go on the dance floor... mingle a bit. I'm going to find us a booth or a table... then you can join me" as she slapped my rump slightly, pushing me out away from her. I just nodded, still a bit in shock that I had actually gotten this far in public without chickening out. I made my way out onto the dance floor, grateful for the alcohol that I had in my system, or I was fairly sure that this wouldn't have happened. I glanced around and saw that Lydia had gotten a table near the dance floor and gave me a little wave. I went to wave, but heard a voice and turned to look.

"Hey there lovely lady... care to dance?" As I turned, my muzzle almost fell to the floor. There was a beast of a lion standing in front of me, easily pushing seven feet tall. Normally I don't have to look up at anyone in the office I work at, standing six feet six inches, but this lion was big. His shoulders and chest were big and muscled, I could see it under the white dress shirt he had on. I stumbled over my words and just nodded, letting him guide me deeper into the throngs of people dancing. The music picked up a bit and he slid behind me, hands stroking my hips as we swayed to the music. I shivered slightly, tail flicking excitedly behind me. I couldn't help it; I was nervous, excited and terrified at the same time. His breath was hot as he leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"I love stocky tigresses... so much hotter than those little model ones... don't you agree." He was now pressing close against my body from behind and I could feel the bulge in his pants as he ground it against my rump. I just moaned softly and nodded, for some reason I was finding it difficult to focus and think. My nostrils flared and drunk in his scent, it was thick and rich, heavy with dominance and arousal. We swayed to the music, I wasn't paying any attention to anyone else at this point, and just how good it felt to have the attention all on me from someone. He whispered lewd things in my ear and I whined slightly, unable to resist grinding against that big bulge in his pants and nodding. By this point, the lights had dimmed down a bit more and a fog machine kicked up, lasers splashing over the floor as the music's tempo slowed down.

I never considered myself gay, nor had I had any sort of thoughts of letting some guy have his way with me other than the initial little flash when I first dressed up. Yet, here I was on the dance floor, a big male lion grinding on me and making me moan, his muzzle brushing against the side of my neck. The dance floor was packed with bodies and it was very hot and I could tell I was sweating, I was sure he was going to smell my arousal as my sheath was hard as a rock under my dress. I glanced around nervously, looking for my wife and I saw her, she gave me a wave and sipped her drink. At the table was one of her friends and they were chatting, they weren't even paying attention to me other than the slight acknowledgement. The lion growled something in my ear, bout how he was going to mate with me on the dance floor. I moaned out softly.

"I... I can't do that. I'm married." as I lifted my paw, showing off my ring and was suddenly grateful that I had worn it still. I felt that large paw sliding my dress aside in the back as he stayed close, he whispered in response.

"That's fine... if I can't breed you... at least I'll fill that pretty little rump." Now I was nervous, what was I supposed to do? His muzzle bit down firmly on the back of my neck under the wig as he stayed closed and I found it hard to resist, lifting my tail for him. There were now more bodies on the dance floor and I couldn't see very far out, or even see my wife's table. Suddenly my vision from the front was blocked as a drunken women pressed against me, she giggled, "Hi there" pressing her mouth to my muzzle and kissing. Unprepared for it, I shivered and resisted for a moment before kissing her back, starting to give into the lusts that was filling my body, and no doubt the alcohol was helping. I spread my legs a little when the lion's paw tugged my panties down a little in the back, exposing me as I felt something underneath my tail.

Suddenly this was getting very real, I tried to pull myself away from the lion and the sexy young woman who was kissing me, but seemed neither of them was going to have it. The lion growled deeply and told me to stay still; I could feel his drooling cocktip nudging my tailhole. I could either moan out from a mixture of pain and pleasure as I was mounted, or kiss the woman in front of me. I took the better part of valor and kissed the girl back, pulling her close with one arm. She moaned into my muzzle and wrapped her arms around my neck softly holding me as our tongues danced. I could hear the lion's grunts as he worked himself into me, I tried to relax myself the best I could, but he felt huge. I guess the stories I heard about lions being some of the smaller felines was a lie.

"F... fuck you're a tight kitten." As the big lion, who's name I still didn't know pushed more into me until his groin was flush with my rump, I panted lightly into the girl's mouth as she slipped away after a bit, moving to kiss and be with another on the dance floor. With the music, and everyone's being so close, the lion didn't have any issues thrusting his hips against me, breeding me right there on the dance floor. I ignored every instinct to get away from this male, to go back to my wife, but this felt as good as I started to get used to the size of his shaft. Closing my eyes, I turned my muzzle and kissed him as his hips jerked against me, forgetting my own needs and my aching sheath and focusing on pleasing the big dominant lion who was claiming me. It was a decently long song, maybe ten minutes... but that's all he needed as he thrust into me for most of the song, I could feel his balls slapping against my panty covered rump from behind. Ignoring the other hot bodies as they bumped against us, I savored the feeling and softly moaned so he could hear me. "P... Please.. Cum inside me... let me have your seed." I couldn't believe the words escaped my muzzle, but his eyes lit up and grinned, nodding. Thrusting a bit harder then he growled and bit my neck to keep from crying out.

I wasn't sure what to expect, I mean I knew how our feline anatomy worked but experiencing it was quite a bit different. His shaft swelled inside my rump, making me moan out softly, and I felt his barbs stiffen and dig into my flesh. Then I felt sudden warmth and fullness I didn't expect; now I knew how my wife must feel when I emptied inside her. I sighed and let him drain his seed inside me, a small part ashamed that I had gone this far and I was determined to get off this dance floor as soon as possible. Once the song was dying down, he gently drew out of me, causing me to growl as his barbs slightly raked my walls he pulled my panties up and smoothed out my dress. I turned and shared a small kiss with him, moaning and muttering thanks.

Once I was back at the table, I sat down and panted a bit, Lydia smiled at me, "What was it like? Did you enjoy dancing with that big lion?"

I could just nod, "Yah... it was a little awkward..." I didn't tell her how he mounted me and I liked it, "He grinded up against my rump the whole song... and my neck is sore from where he bit me" She just laughed, "Well yes... that's usually what happens in the club. Be glad it wasn't any darker... or I'm sure he would have tried to fuck you" I blushed brightly; my rump was a bit sore. She passed me a long island ice tea, saying something how I probably needed it. Nodding I took the drink, sipping it. I glanced up when I felt the table shift, and this short stocky wolf sat down next to my wife.

"Hey there little kitten. Your lady friend here was just telling me about you" I could see his tail wagging and felt his eyes roaming over me, blushing I croaked out a small hello. I had to suppress a growl as he slid an arm around my wife and let her lean against him, "Having fun I hope?" I nodded and sipped at my drink a bit more, and watched as my wife's hand slid down, between his legs, and I heard him growl out in pleasure. I couldn't believe it; my wife was stroking another man's cock while I was at the table with her.

"My husband is at home... he wasn't feeling well, so me and my friend Erica here decided we needed a ladies night out." as she grinned, I shifted slightly on the bar stool I was on and got a slightly better view of my wife and where her hand was. My ears folded back as I saw it wasn't just rubbing him through his pants, but she had actually undone his jeans and was stroking his cock. He wasn't very big, but looked really thick and was drooling, I glanced up at the dog and his eyes were closed and panting. "Y... yah..." as he spoke, "I saw her sitting by herself and figured I'd say hi. She's been real friendly."

"I bet she has..." my eyes narrowed slightly at my wife, she winked and mouthed back, "Wait till we get home..." I blushed a bit, and just kept watching her jack off the dog right at our table in the club, and no one had seemed to notice. A few minutes later the dog growled softly, "b... babe you better stop.." as my wife ignored him and actually sped up, I watched with a bit of glee as the dog spurted his load under the table, soaking the crotch of his pants and my wife's hand. It was what she did next that I wasn't expecting. She lifted her silky skinned hand to my muzzle, "Why not lick it up Erica... I bet it tastes good." as she watched me, the dog also watching me. I wasn't sure what to do, other than close my eyes and start licking her fingers clean. I could smell the cum, it was musky and thick smelling, and the taste was a bit bitter and almost had a metallic tinge to it. I finished after a few moments and felt embarrassed, I finished my drink and sighed.

My wife seemed satisfied and was happy, she stood up and slid an arm around me. I didn't realize how much I had as I was a bit wobbly on my feet. She winked at the dog, "Have a nice night" grinning, he went to get up but realized he couldn't with the mess she left him with. We exited the club and she hailed a taxi. The taxi ride home was very nice, we were all over each other, kissing and fondling each other. I growled with desire and listened to my wife's moans, we didn't realize until we had reached the door to our house the cab driver never charged us for the trip! Guess he was enjoying the show too much.

We made it to the bedroom and I left the dress on, my wife got onto the bed on all fours and whined, "Please sweetie... fuck me..." I drew her panties down and growled at the sight. Her pussy was soaking wet with her arousal, I leaned in and tasted her, and was happy to find no other guy's scent there. Pushing the dress to the side, I freed my aching shaft from the panties and sunk myself into her. Leaning over, I bit her neck and hammered her pussy roughly, raking my claws along her back. She gave a little cry out in pain, but I was far too gone with lust and need to heed it. I climaxed inside her, and flooded her pussy with my cum and roared out with dominance.

The next morning I woke up, feeling quite sore and a bit hung over, I went to the bathroom and slipped out of the dress. I felt horribly embarrassed as I checked the one little pocket and found the lion had slipped his number into it at some point. Taking my time in the shower, I soaked my fur cleaning every bit of scent off it before getting dressed in a pair of shorts and going to the kitchen. Lydia smiled at me, and I kissed her cheek.

"We should do that more often... you were a beast last night." as she lifted her shirt, showing off the claw marks. "Oh god, I'm sorry" as he looked at her, she shook her head, placing a finger on my muzzle. "Don't be silly. I loved it... it's been ages since you've been that rough. Wonder how much rougher you would have been if that lion had fucked you" as she giggled, going back to cooking breakfast for us. Part of me wanted to tell her, but didn't want to ruin her little fantasy. Sitting down at the table, I was lost in thought for a bit, before glancing up at Lydia.

"So... want to try this again next weekend?" I purred, grinning a bit. My tail swaying.

-=The End=-