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The sun sank slowly behind the trees as a green sedan ambled down the old brick street of surburban New York. Several not-so-nice houses lined the street, though a few gems lie within the dilapidated district. The car slowed to a halt at one such domicile: a white-sided, two story house. As the engine switched off, the door was pushed open and a tired foot stepped out. This was followed by another foot and then the body attached to them both. This body was that of a female, clad in standard scrubs. The scrubs shrouded her figure but not her weary, purple feline face.

"I do NOT feel like cooking..." she thought, trudging towards the front door. The house had stone steps that led to yet another pair of wooden steps up to the small screened-in porch. As she conquered the second set of steps, she stopped and flipped open the iron mailbox fastened to the siding and felt around inside. "Nothing," she sighed, letting the lid fall with a heavy metallic clash. Blowing some of her bright white hair from her face, the panthress opened the screen door and walked inside. Turning right immediately, she heaved another heavy sigh and looked up yet another set of stairs. These were fully carpeted, but that did little to make her happy about having to climb them after a long day's work. Despite her disdain for all things vertical at the moment, she braved the challenge and soon reached her apartment door. Reaching out with the key, she slipped it into the deadbolt and turned it before carefully tuning the knob and pushing open the door.

"Kitty!!!" came a loud voice before a large canine bounded from another room towards her. She smiled tiredly and opened her arms as he scooped her up and squeezed her in a hug. The canine wasn't wearing much, just some dark basketball shorts, but his bright yellow fur more than made up for the color loss. Setting her down after a couple quick moments, the dhole planted a kiss on her cheek. This prompted the pathress to turn her face to his and gently kiss him back on the lips.

"I missed you today," she added after the kiss broke. The male nodded and hugged her again tightly.

"I missed you, too." He released her from the hug at this point and nodded towards the bedroom, "Go get changed...we're going out." She looked him over and then put her hands on her hips.

"What about you? You're going out like that?" The canine looked down and then rolled his eyes, shuffling her into the bedroom and shutting the door behind them.

"No, I just was waiting for you," he said cheekily, letting his shorts slip down off his hips to the floor. This left only his teal briefs between his wife and his junk. However, they didn't leave much to imagination. Having no fear, however, the panthress took off her scrubs and stoof before him in her own underwear before giving his groin a squeeze.

"Is that so?" she asked coyly, rubbing his package carefully with her nails. She could feel him tighten up down there considerably and then she withdrew her hand and went about searching for something nice to wear, "Well, you'll have to wait for that until after dinner." The dhole's face told the whole story, he was frustrated and aroused all at the same time.

"Why d'you always do that, Eul? So unfair..." he whined, pulling up some khaki cargo shorts and fastening them carefully over his now considerably larger bulge. The pathress bent over to pick up a shirt from the laundry basket and wiggled her heart-shaped rump at him teasingly.

"Cause you love it," she giggled, pulling up her favorite jean shorts over her bum and slipping a nice plaid tanktop over her ample chest. The dhole had also found a bright red shirt, which he'd put on and then held out her car keys.

"Here, let's get rollin'," he said, "The resturant is going to close at nine, so we gotta' go." At this, the feline pushed his hand back to him and smiled.

"You drive." The feline then walked out the front door and down the stiars, leaving the dhole with the keys. Sighing to himself, the dhole quietly locked their door and walked down after her, opening the car door and adjusting the seat back. The dhole was about seven feet tall, so he needed much more leg room than the panthress, but at least they both could use her car. Pulling the door shut as he got comfortable behind the wheel, he checked the mirrors and soon they were on their way. As they pulled around the block and got on the main street, he leaned back and sighed again.

"I hate driving, Eul. Have I mentioned that before?" he grumbled, keeping both hands firmly on the wheel. He wasn't kidding. The dhole didn't even have his license, only a permit. He'd never found a need to drive, having grown up in a place where everything was within walking distance. The panthress looked over her husband and smiled quietly before patting his leg softly.

"I know you do, Epidoggie...but you have to learn so you can pamper me like a good boy." She, of course, meant this in jest, but it didn't seem to make the dhole any more pleased with the situation. His eyes kept front and both hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. This made the panthress frown until her mind hatched an idea. Her hand, which rested on his leg, slowly moved inwards. The dhole, not taking his eyes off the road, wiggled his leg a little.

"Uh, what...what're you doing?" The panthress just kept sliding the hand closer and closer towards his zipper and the dhole couldn't even look for fear of missing something ahead of him. As she reached the clasp, she pulled it down and slipped the hand inside before feeling around. She didn't have to look very hard to find the dhole's loins, warm and semi-hard from her advances. Dragging her nails along the stretched fabric, she grinned and looked straight at the canine's face, which twitched slightly.

"I'm helping you relax, now keep driving until I say stop." Her hand gently cupped the majority of his bulge and rubbed it slowly up and down. The dhole's jaw locked as he closed his eyes a split-second before realizing he was still driving and straightened. The panthress, however, kept rubbing on him. After only a few passes, he was throbbing and nearly bursting from the briefs. "Aww, my poor doggie is all pent up," she teased while sliding a couple fingertips into his waistband, "...perhaps I should let him out?" Her husband didn't say a word, he just remained stolid and looked forward but his legs did widen slightly as she mentioned "letting him out". Taking that as that as a silent cue, the femme feline tugged down those bright briefs and unleashed his loins to the open air. Letting out an enthused purr, she wrapped her hand around the topmost prick and jerked on it clinically with long, hard strokes.

At this development in his situation, the canine sank back into the seat a little and lost some posture. He and the devious panthress had been together five years before just getting married a short time ago, so she knew exactly how to make him squirm. His upper appendage throbbed appreciatively with each pass she made from base to broad tip of the blackened obelisk and, though he kept his eyes on the road, his mind was not on driving right now. This became evident as they breezed past the restaurant he'd planned for them to dine in and groaned a little.

"...and there it goes..." he said with a sigh before twitching again. At that moment, his wife had bent down and given his unattended loin a soft lick with her rough feline tongue, giggling again as she stopped her hand upon his top one and looked up at him with a sickly seductive look. It was at this moment the dhole made a rookie mistake and looked down, catching her eyes and losing concentration for several quick moments before he straightened again and looked forward, clearing his throat. "I'm turning around," he said resolutely, though he didn't really believe himself either.

"Oh, no you're not," the Panthress assured, pushing some hair behind her ear and then enveloping his lower stud with her mouth. Her hand went back to stroking the higher manhood as well, making the dhole draw a sharp breath and nearly swerve into the other lane briefly.

"F-Fuuuuck, Eulogy...are you trying...to get us into an accident?"

"Just drive," she said, releasing him from her mouth only a moment before going back to slurping upon it hungrily. The dhole rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek out of spite. His wife, even when sucking him off, really knew how to give it to him. The female grinned to herself as she felt the dhole speed back up and then focused on her own task, bobbing her head serenely upon her husband's lap and running her tongue expertly around his stiff shaft and right beneath the bulging head of that delicious lower loin.

And I'll end it there. For now, at least. So, yeah. LIKE/COMMENT/SUBSCRIBE if you want me to finish. No, but serious, let me know and I'll do it.