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Light poured through the open blinds and into the bedroom Jeff shared with his mate, Katherine. As the bright light made its way slowly across the room, the wolf sat up, tossing the covers off his body. He yawned and stretched, working the sleepy stiffness from his muscles. He turned and looked at the bed beside him, smiling widely as he watched Katherine, his sleepy snow tiger, slowly blink away the sleep from her eyes. He always enjoyed watching her wake up, enjoyed watching her sky-blue eyes open first thing in the morning. With her lithe form stretched out on the bed, she looked even more beautiful than he could remember, with her soft, white fur broken by the sharp black stripes.

She'd thrown the covers off during the evening, and she lay there dozing in nothing but a pair of pink panties. Jeff chuckled softly, reaching out a paw to caress her side, savoring the feel of her silky fur against his paw.

"Good morning, sleepy Kat," he said softly , leaning over to kiss her lovely face.

"Good morning, my wolf," she replied, completing the ritual they'd shared for years. "What time is it?"

"Just after midmorning," he answered her as he rose from the bed, "time for me to get to work."

He reached into the dresser and collected a shirt and a pair of pants from the top drawer. He turned around to look at Katherine as he dressed, pulling the shirt over his head and down over his belly. The pants followed soon after. He always wore about the same outfit, loose-fitting cargo pants and a comfortable shirt. Work didn't have a strict dress code, so he always dressed for comfort. The loose clothes helped hide a multitude of sins, even though he wasn't all that bad looking. He had a little padding here and there, of course, but nothing a couple nights a week at the gym couldn't take care of.

As he buckled his belt around his waist, he smiled at Katherine, just starting to sit up and join the land of the awake. She swung her feet out of bed and stood almost immediately, padding to the bathroom for her morning shower. As she passed, she planted a kiss on his forehead before going into the bathroom and closing the door. Jeff grinned and headed for the door, pulling his coat off the rack as he made his way to the car.

As she heard Jeff close the front door, Katherine turned on the faucet, setting it for hot. While she waited for the water to heat up, she looked at herself in the mirror. Slowly, she slid the pink panties off her hips and down her legs, tossing them into a pile on the floor. When she straightened up, she again examined her body in the mirror. Not too bad, she thought, I'm not getting all that old. She spread her legs apart a little and ran her paws over her body. "Then why am I so frustrated?" she asked her reflection.

She could see the steam starting to rise from the shower, so she turned back and set the temperature to where she wanted it and stepped under the heavenly spray. She'd insisted a while back that they get one of those wonderful hand-held shower heads that had about a million different settings, and Jeff had acquiesced immediately. She was sure glad, now. As the water cascaded down her body, she ran her hands over her chest and stomach again, wondering for the thousandth time just how she'd gotten lucky enough to retain her slim and fit figure without too much work on her part.

As was the way for the last few years, her paws expertly found the right spots on her chest to caress gently, sending little jolts of pleasure down her body. They knew each and every one of her zones, each place she knew she could derive another little shock, and she kept going until she felt herself ready for a little more. Knowing her responses, she slid her paws down her body and between her legs, once again, her paws knowing just the right places to press at just the right pressure and just the right rhythm. I shouldn't have to do this, she thought, Jeff should be taking care of it. She gasped slightly as she worked one finger gently inside the folds of her sex while her other continued to work against her clit. But he's just too damn fast, she reminded herself, once he's started, it's over. God I wish he'd last longer.

Her breathing quickened as she increased the pace, sliding another finger, then another within herself. It would help if he was a little bigger, too, she conceded. Size shouldn't mater, but it does. She worked her last finger into her, panting as she leaned back against the shower wall, legs spread lewdly apart.

He'd have an aneurysm if he saw me like this, she thought, chuckling softly through her panting. Finally, she hit the right amount of stimulation and she felt her body tense with the feelings of her upcoming orgasm. Finally over the edge, she shuddered and shook on the shower floor, feeling the water cascading down her body as the waves of pleasure cascaded up her body.

She stayed where she was for a few moments until her breathing slowed, then stood up and finished her shower, washing every hint of her arousal off her body. When she was done, she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry and stepped out of the bathroom and dressed.

She walked out to the kitchen to put on some tea while she checked her computer. She loved to drink her tea while she checked her messages. This morning, though, something caught her eye. One of her best friends from high school was finally in town. Elizabeth, the petite little panther who had been her friend through everything, through all the boys and all the heartaches, was finally in town. She had sent a message asking Katherine if she'd be free to go clubbing for a while with her and a few other friends. Of course, Jeff was invited as well.

Katherine read the message twice, and then got up to make her tea before responding. "Of course we'll come!" she answered, "I haven't seen you in ages, and we have so much to catch up on. Jeff and I will meet you at Red Square at 8 tonight." She figured Red Square would be a great bar to get together in, since she knew the bartender, Sasha, quite well. Having taken care of that, she collected her tea and started her morning routine.

Jeff came home at 6, on the dot, just as he always did. As he walked in the door, he could smell that Katherine had dinner already ready for them. That's odd, he thought, we don't usually eat till 7. He walked into the living room and found his mate smiling, setting the food out on the table.

"Hey, Jeff," she beamed, "you'll never guess what happened today!"

"You're right, I never will, so why don't you just tell me?"

"You remember Elizabeth, right?"

Jeff thought for a moment, wracking his brain trying to come up with where he'd heard the name before. Finally it came to him.

"Cute little panther from high school, right?"

"Yep, that's her! She sent me a message today. She's in town and wants to have drinks with us."

"That's wonderful!" Jeff said, "I'd love to see her again."

"We're meeting up at Red Square at 8, so I thought I'd get dinner ready early."

Jeff smiled and sat down at the table, digging in. "That'll be great. Is it just her that's in town?"

Katherine answered him between mouthfuls, "She said there were some other folks from high school that had all gotten hold of her and they all wanted to get a little get together going on."

Jeff nodded. "All right then. Can't wait to see who shows up."

The two finished their dinner and got dressed to go out. For Jeff, that meant he changed into a button-up shirt, but for Katherine it meant a whole change of clothes. By the time she was done, she was dressed in a silky black dress with a low-cut neckline and a rather high-cut hem. Jeff gaped at her for a moment, "Damn, honey, you look stunning!"

"Thank you. I always did like this dress." She replied.

Chatting softly, they made their way to the bar. As they walked in, a short black streak collided with Katherine, almost knocking her off her feet.

"KAT!!!" shrieked Elizabeth, "God, it's good to see you."

Jeff smiled as he looked the little panther over. She hadn't grown very tall, still the short, black silky thing he remembered from high school, but she'd gotten a much more intangible growth about her. She looked much more mature standing there chatting with Katherine. The little panther also knew exactly what sort of fashion she liked. She always had. Tonight, she was wearing a red spaghetti strap top and a very short black miniskirt.

Jeff cleared his throat politely, and smiled as Elizabeth turned around. "Hello, Beth."

"Holy crap! You can't be geeky little Jeffrey!" She turned to Katherine, "Kat, you done good. He's a keeper."

Jeff blushed and smiled at Katherine, holding out his arm to escort her to the table. Before long, everyone had a few drinks in them and still more on the way, and talk amongst the group had gotten lively. Everyone remembered everyone, so no introductions were needed, and everyone seemed to have a story to tell. By the end of the night, everyone had exchanged phone numbers and things and the party had started to wind down. One by one people trickled off back to their homes or hotel rooms.

As Katherine got up to tell Jeff that it was time that they got home, too, she felt his hand on her shoulder. "Honey?"

"What's up, Jeff?" She turned around to face him and had to blink a couple times when she saw David, Jeff's best friend from school standing next to him. She almost laughed because she could remember the Doberman being almost as geeky as Jeff was back then. In fact they both went to every sci-fi convention every year, both watched the same shows, and both loved computers about the same. But, where Jeff had become rather average in his build, David had become anything but.

He stood a couple inches taller than Jeff, but he had for years. He wore a light blue long-sleeved button-up shirt tucked nicely into a pair of black slacks. The blue shirt contrasted nicely with his tan and black fur. What she marveled at was the extent to which he filled out the shirt. To say he looked strong would have been a supreme understatement. David looked as if he were a tight-knit ball of testosterone and muscle. On most guys it looked like they were contained by their clothing, but David looked as if his shirt was a piece of tissue paper, thin and fragile. Strong hands stuck out from the cuffs and his neck was thick and ropy. "David?" She asked.

The Doberman smiled. "Hey, Kat. I've missed you." He held out a hand for Katherine.

Smiling, Katherine took the outstretched hand, feeling the strength barely contained within it as he lifted her paw to his muzzle and brushed a kiss against the back of it, his eyes never leaving hers.

Jeff rolled his eyes and poked David. "Dude, you're making me look bad."

"Not that it's all that hard," David chided, smiling at Katherine, who instinctively smiled back.

Jeff shook his head, "Babe, David needs a place to crash. I told him he could have the spare bedroom. He just got back in town after a tour in the Marines."

Katherine nodded, finally putting everything together. David was a soldier. More than that, he was a Marine. That explained so much. She smiled even wider. "Of course you can stay, David."

David chuckled. "Thanks, Kat. It's only for a week or so until my discharge papers catch up with me, and I can finally get on with life."

Katherine felt the old familiar heat start in her belly as she heard the deep, melodious chuckle. She barely caught the rest of his words, but nodded and smiled as she continued to gaze at this wonder of life before her. He'd certainly changed, and not for the worse, either.

Katherine awoke to a strange sizzling sound and a heavenly smell coming from the kitchen. She opened her eyes and saw Jeff still sleeping next to her. She poked him awake.

"Damn, that smells good," he said.

Katherine nodded silently, smiling to herself as she pulled a nightgown over her body, covering the pair of panties she normally slept in. Still feeling her sleepiness recede, she padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. As she turned the corner, she stopped dead, blinking and gaping. David stood in the kitchen wearing a pair of her husband's military-style cargo pants and nothing else. She stared openly at his well-muscled chest and arms as he flipped the bacon and worked the spatula over the eggs. He raised a glass of orange juice to his muzzle, causing one of the most interesting muscular ripples she'd ever witnessed. It was like his entire body worked together just to lift the glass of orange juice.

She crossed pressed her legs together and gasped softly, but not softly enough. David turned and beamed a smile at her. "Welcome to the land of the living, sleepy head. I'll have breakfast ready in a minute."

Katherine stammered, mentally willing her brain to connect her speech center again. "B-Breakfast?" she managed?

David laughed. "Yeah, you know the meal before lunch?"

Katherine could still only manage to stare at this huge Doberman standing in her kitchen making her breakfast. "We don't," she started, then cleared her throat, "We don't usually eat breakfast."

David frowned. "It's the best meal of the day, if you ask me. You really should eat, it makes the day so much more pleasant." He grinned at the last two words, cocking an eyebrow and chuckling.

Katherine finally looked down at herself, blushing ferociously. "Oh, gods, I'm sorry David. I'll -"

"Don't be sorry. It's a pleasure to see someone as pretty as you in the morning, especially when all you've seen in the morning for the last two months has been your squad-mate's butt."

Katherine laughed, still blushing, but was saved from answering by Jeff coming out of the bedroom. "Damn, Dave, you sure do treat your roommates right!" He gave Katherine a kiss. "Unfortunately, I'm running late, so you two will have to enjoy it without me." Smiling broadly, he made his way out the door.

Katherine leaned against the refrigerator, watching David work. She debated going and changing, but finally decided against it. He'd already seen her, so it wasn't like she was preventing anything, anyway. She could feel that heat begin between her legs, though, as she watched him poring over the pans on the stove.

Finally, he finished cooking and divided the mess onto two of the three plates he had pulled out of the cabinets and carried them to the table, where he had already set three places. He laughed as he set them down on the table. "Well, so much for the nice family breakfast. I suppose I should have warned you both first."

"Not at all," Katherine replied, "I'm sure he'll make more of an effort to get up tomorrow, knowing what's on the table."

They dug into their food, talking and laughing about old times. He told her some stories about his time overseas and some of his more entertaining tales of life in the Marines, and she caught him up on her life. By the time they had finished breakfast, she had quite forgotten that she was sitting at the table in a nightgown and panties across from a gorgeous soldier wearing nothing but his cargo pants and who knew what underneath.

She stood up to take the dishes to the sink, running hot water into them to make them easier to clean later. As she watched the water running across the plates, she felt David's hand come to rest on her shoulders. She jumped and let out a little squeak as she spun around, laughing at her response. David was right up in front of her, taller than her, enough to look down into her face. He calmly reached around her and shut off the faucet, then put his other hand on her other shoulder.

"Kat," he said quietly, "it's really good to see you again. I've missed the two of you so much, and I'm really glad to be back together with you guys again."

Katherine looked up at him and nodded, her breath quickening as she looked into his face, the face she remembered being so innocent and full of playfulness, now so serious and so intent, focused so hard on her. She could feel her body responding just from that look. "It's good to see you again, too, Dave."

David ran his paws down her arms to her hips. "I know you and Jeff are happy," he said, leaning his head forward to whisper in her ear, "I also know that he's not giving you everything you need." With the last words, he wrapped his hands around her smaller body, drawing her into his embrace, pressing her body against his.

She could feel his muscles under the skin and fur as he pulled her to him. She gasped softly as their hips made contact and she could feel him through the fabric of his pants and her nightgown. "What do you-" she started to ask.

"Shh. I know he's not giving you everything he needs because I know him as well as you do." He leaned back to look at her, keeping their bodies together. "Jeff and I were a little more than just best friends back then."

"You-you were?" she stammered.

David nodded, smiling awkwardly. "We were. We spent so much of our lives together that it was just natural. But I know how frustrated you have to be." He slid his hands down her back to her hips, each paw almost encircling an entire buttock. He gently kneaded her backside as he continued, "Both being male, it was easier for us. He always came so quickly." He laughed, remembering. "He also wasn't ever very dominant."

Katherine felt her legs weakening as she listened to his words, every one ringing true. His hands caressing her ass kept her tight against his body, though, close to the inherent strength kept within. "He's always been- I mean, he's never been very dominant, you're right. But-"

"What about back then?" he finished the question for her. "We played the part of equals when we were in school, because I cared for him, and I didn't want him to get hurt. The bullies were always looking for an excuse. But in private, he was always my bitch. He was always the one who got mounted, never the one who did the mounting." He pulled her hips against his. "That's why I know he hasn't given you what you need. He never could."

Katherine felt the Doberman's arousal against her hips and she let her own hands wrap around his huge, strong body, feeling the muscles work beneath the skin as he held her. She ran her fingers through his short, coarse fur, up his back, then down to his backside, playing at the base of his tail. She smiled up to him as she stroked them around to his hips, resting them on the sides of his trousers. "You're right," she said quietly, nodding, "I've never been able to get that from him."

David slid his hands down just a little further and slipped them under the hem of her nightgown, catching it with his fingers, then pulled up, taking the thin material over Katherine's head. As he did, he took a step back, looking appreciatively at his best friend's wife. Her body was perfectly proportioned, her breasts just the right size, not too big, not too small, and she had kept the same figure he remembered so well from school.

He reached out his hands and drew them down her arms, then back up to her neck, finding just the right spot at the crook of her neck to scratch his claw, making her shiver with pleasure.

Katherine smiled back at David and reached out her own hands, hers finding the waistband of his trousers and undoing the buttons along the fly. Slowly, she spread the material and let it fall to the floor, thereby answering the question of what he had on underneath...nothing. His sheath was already swelling and the first few inches of his erection had poked their way out. His balls swung heavily below both, full and heavy.

She slid her hands up the inside of his thighs, letting one come to rest on his sac while the other made its way further up to grip his sheath firmly. She looked up his body to his eyes and saw him smiling down at her, his gaze full of lust and need, and her face echoed the feelings back to him. She felt him grip her panties and delicately slide them down her hips and off her legs, as if he was scared he might rip them.

The Doberman stood up to his full height again, placing his hands on either side of her hips. With little apparent effort, David lifted her off the ground and sat her down on the countertop. With a small smile, he slid his hands between her legs, pressing them gently apart. As he lowered his muzzle, he let his hands wander free, caressing her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, until they finally wrapped around behind her and held her backside in place for his tongue.

And oh what a talented tongue David had. Katherine gasped softly as she felt him lick gently around the sensitive folds, not coming quite into contact with them, but getting ever closer with each flick of the tongue. Finally, he hit the spot, starting at the bottom, he continued slowly along the cleft until he reached the very top of her sex. Once he had withdrawn his tongue, he opened his muzzle and breathed a long, warm breath across her mound, causing an answering warmth to flow into her.

"Gods, David-" She started, but was quickly silenced by another long, sensuous lap of his tongue against her. She leaned back onto her elbows, looking down her body to the huge male working so tenderly to attend to her pleasure. Jeff was very good at this, too, so she was used to the sensations, although David managed to be just as good, but oh so different. He took his time, making sure to cover every inch. He paid attention to her moans and gasps, using each one like an expert, tailoring his technique with every passing moment. When he finally pressed his firm tongue into her, she knew she was ready for him. Yet still, he stayed there, continuing to pleasure her.

Finally, he withdrew his muzzle. He lifted her off the counter in his massive arms and took her to the living room, the tip of his much engorged arousal teasing around under her, just barely making contact with her sex with every step.

He set her down beside the couch, ensuring she had her feet under her. Insistently, he turned her around to face the arm of the couch, then put both hands on her shoulders, bending her over the arm. She brokered no resistance to him, turning her head over her shoulder to watch his face. She could feel him pressing insistently at her sex and she watched his face, so intent, so focused on her. She knew she was the center of his attention right then.

"Fuck me, David," she whispered.

David nodded and pressed his hips forward, conscious every moment that she'd only had Jeff for the last few years. She felt his length pressing into her, quickly realizing that David was much more endowed than Jeff. She could feel his shaft spreading her, stretching her farther than she had been for many years. A moan escaped her lips and she turned her head forward, gripping hard to the couch as feelings of pleasure cascaded through her. She'd never had someone make her feel this good this quickly.

"Oh, gods, David," she panted, "you're big."

"And you're tight as hell," he answered, lolling his tongue out of his muzzle as he pushed his cock into his best friend's wife. "It's no wonder you're so randy. You haven't had a real man in a long time."

Katherine groaned loudly as he finally reached the end of his shaft. He stayed there for a moment, and she savored the gloriously full feeling between her legs. She reveled in the pleasure he was giving her, just by remaining in her. Before long, he pulled back, only to press back in, slowly at first, but building the rhythm with each stroke. Each time was faster and harder than the last. She could hardly breathe it felt so good. She clung to the couch for dear life as she felt him ramming into her, stirring up sensation she'd never been able to have before, hitting places she hadn't felt.

Little by little, the warmth built in her sex, slowly expanding outwards with each thrust. Each time he buried himself within her, it took her further. He was better than anyone she'd ever had, and he knew it. He kept up his pace, working his cock in and out of her sex, sending her higher and higher.

"Gods, yes, David!" she screamed, "Fuck me! Make me cum!" With the last word it was finally too much to bear and Katherine felt her body tense. She was familiar with the sensation, but not the intensity. Her body just wouldn't let go. The pleasure built higher and higher even as she crossed the threshold. It was as if someone was moving the door with her in it trying to get through.

Finally, she made it, and her release swept over her. Waves of warmth caressed the deepest levels of her body and her mind. Currents of electric ecstasy cascaded through every nerve in her body and she finally knew exactly what it was she was missing.

Still caught up in her own orgasm, she barely heard David howl out behind her as his knot swelled within her, trapping the two together as he finally let go. She felt him tense, and she felt him spasm within her, filling her with more seed than she had ever felt before. His hot semen came in jet after jet, she thought he'd never stop.

At last, he slumped, leaning against her back. "You're incredible, Kat," he whispered in her ear.

"Likewise," she giggled. "Damn, you weren't kidding. Jeff's never done that."

She felt him nod against her back. "I told you."

They lay there happily tied for a few more minutes until David finally softened enough to slip out of her. They both cleaned up and dressed again, and David sat down on the couch with a mug of the tea Katherine had made in his paws.

He looked across the coffee table at the amazing tiger sitting in her chair, her beauty now accentuated by the radiant glow of good sex. "So, now the question is..."

"What do we tell Jeff?" she finished for him. "I have an idea about that." The tiger smiled as she lifted the cup of tea to her lips.