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A two week business trip, sharing a hotel room with three coworkers who ranged from moderately disliked to heavily disliked, a load of eye-candy on the conference floor, topped off with some flirty texts from back home. It was a hard last few days. The last night of the conference they went out to some big fancy restaurant as a group. God, he hated these people now. That big dumb idiot Mark was hitting on the waitress, and, somehow, getting somewhere.

"I swear if this stupid fucker gets laid out here I'm going to punch right through his fat mutt face. Send"

"Hey man, don't text under the table."

He grunted, put his phone back in his pocket.

"Sorry. Wife wanted to ask when the flight back was."

One more night. Most of it spent in the bathroom trying very hard not to jack off. The next day he was packed to leave before everyone else was even awake, sitting down in the lobby drumming his fingers on his suitcase, eagerly awaiting departure. He had to bite his lip during the airport security patdown, to keep his weapon concealed. The actual part on the plane wasn't too bad, only six hours with just his thoughts to accompany him, having successfully blocked out all external stimulus in the situation. Most of these thoughts were about a particular photograph that arrived on his phone a few minutes before getting on the flight. It was a little blurry, maybe deliberately not quite in focus, he could just make out something lacey, pressed into the soft, golden scales he couldn't wait to get back to. Getting back, he paid the cabby a bit extra to speed a bit.

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Deep breaths. Closing the cab door, hoisting his bags up, he awkwardly carried them as fast as possible up to the front door, nearly bowling through it. Dropping the luggage unceremoniously, he struggled to undo his tie as he navigated to the kitchen, eventually just slipping a claw through the fabric. He had other ties.

"Ho-" She didn't have time to greet him, before he was across the room, leaning her over in an aggressive, full kiss. They remained there, her feet kicking up as he took her full weight into his arms, nearly a minute later lifting her up bodily, not breaking their lips at any point. Eventually they had to catch their breath.

"Kids?"

"They have their thing today after school, two or three hours. Dinner though?" She pointed her bare foot towards the half-prepared mix on the counter.

"We'll order out." He carried her down the hall, kicking the bedroom door open with a low, masculine growl. She giggled. He'd promised he was going to remove and replace those hinges this weekend anyways. "Hup."

He tossed her down on the mattress. She bounced up, immediately, began to undo his belt. She could feel, vicariously, his pain, how his erection was strained against the fabric of his pants, she could nearly make out individual ridges, pressed through the cloth, aching so badly to be freed. She looked up at him, fluttering her eyes seductively, stuck out her tongue a little. With only the belt and top button undone on his pants, she began to work upwards, enjoying his twitches and erratic breathing as she undid each of his shirt buttons with her tongue and teeth, one by one, at the end pressing her chest against his as she took the overshirt off, and then started at the waist again, slowwwly licking up his abdominals, swirling her tongue over each of the large, green underscales, pulsating with his labored breath, his undershirt caught on one of the horns on the back of her head. When her tongue reached the bottom of his sternum, she flipped her head back, pulling his undershirt off his body entirely, falling over her head and draping over her horns and frills. He groaned, this was almost too much, reaching down and rubbing her shoulders as she, once again, slid down, caressing his pant's zipper in her mouth as her eyes, pleadingly, looked back up at him. She moaned needingly, suckling loudly on the zipper for a moment, before finally, finally, pulling it down, and allowing his pants to fall to his ankles. Just the underwear remained on her husband's body. It looked quite painful indeed, stretched to taut over his enormous bulge, each ridge and bump fully pronounced. The tip even stuck out the left leg hole a little.

Moving her legs closer, so that her knees were behind him, and she was leaned back underneath him, to afford his hands and eyes better access to her breasts, she pulled her shirt off, revealing her ornate bra, before resting her hands on the ground behind her for support, as she began to suck on the outline of his cock through the fabric. The little sounds he made above her were so worth the wait. She gave the exposed tip of his cockhead a little kiss, running her tongue around it in a single circle as she pulled away, to grip the elastic band in her teeth, then, still slowly, pull it down. She yelped a bit when, finally free of its constraints, the cock lept up and hit her face. There it was, huge, heavy, throbbing, dangerous. She slid it over the top of her delicate snout as she went in to caress his swollen balls with her lips, sucking on the soft skin, licking over that one vein, then traveling back up to the tip, each inch stopping to suckle on the barb for a moment, swirl her tongue under the fold of each hard ridge. She laughed a bit, bringing one hand up to grasp part of the way around the thick rod in front of her. He was so hard, it was almost like these weeks apart had left him larger than she remembered. One slow, experimental, delicate stroke with her hand, not able to fully reach around the girth with her thumb and finger, she began to suck at the head, eventually, after a bit of time working up tp it, taking it into her hot, wet mouth. Already stretched wide, she breathed through her nose, and closed her eyes, sheltering her teeth with her lips as she pressed onwards, gagging as she pulled both hands on his rear to force more inches into her throat. Pulling back suddenly, she began a slow, more methodical bobbing, making sure to create as much sloppy, wet noises as possible, making sure to let him know that she wanted this cock inside of her. She could remember what it did to her, how good it would feel to get spread wide open, as each ridge would pop in, she shuddered, with just the first few inches held in her mouth, tongue massaging the cumvein. He could barely contain himself, it was almost hard to enjoy it with how much restraint it took to hold back. When she took his hands in hers, and palced them on the sides of her head, as if to indicate "Fuck my face", he only took four long strokes, feeling her throat's entrance caress each of the ridges in turn, as her tongue swabbed all around him, before stopping. He hadn't been this hard since puberty, he couldn't waste this load on her outsides, and if he came in her throat she'd probably drown. And then he'd have to explain that to the kids. He had to buy some time to cool down, so he picked her up again, and sat her on the bed, this time taking his own place between her knees. She used to call this "preheating the oven."

He tore her bra off forcefully, ripping the threads in his claws, and sucked eagerly at the sensitive nipples for a few moments, rubbing the other while he worked on each. Stopping, he pulled back, just to blow warm air on them for a bit, and began to kiss down her stomach, stopping when he reached the line of her skirt, pulled back, and shoved his jaw underneath the frills of it. Her underwear matched, so she must have planned for this to happen. Shoving her panty-front aside with his snout, he began to lick into her folds, penetrating her with his thick, writhing tongue. He inhaled deeply, she was already very wet, probably ready and able to take him already, but it never hurt to reciprocate a gift. His hands massaged her inner and outer thighs and he delved deeper, sometimes pulling out to flick over her clit. His tongue was almost long enough to reach her cervix, as far back as it'd pulled in her aroused state. Retracting, he blew cold air into the opening briefly, then formed a rolled U with his tongue, and kind of fucked her clitoris with the concavity. Her gasps implied this was the correct choice. Leaving one finger swishing about inside, he continued this motion for a while, his free hand palming one of her breasts.

"Enough, ok, I'm good, ok" She gasped, not wanting to completely finish before he'd even gotten inside. As he stood up, he kicked his pants off, and took his shoes off. He took a step forward, rubbing his monstrous erection, spreading a dollop of precum that'd emerged, rubbing it down, worked into the ridges.

"Sure you're ready? You haven't taken the whole thing in quite some time." He placed his length on her, resting the bottom of his growing knot atop her labia, letting his length demonstrate itself upon her stomach. Oh right, it went that deep. But still, seeing her husband like this, so aroused, so strong, above her, and feeling that heft resting on her belly, she had to have him. It was like their wedding night, all over again. She smiled, pressing her tits together with her elbows, grasped his big cock with her feet, guided the tapered tip down to her enflamed, dripping pussy.

"Yes."

He growled, then cut it off with a shuddering whimper as his head became enveloped by his wife's tightness. It'd been so long since he'd fucked her like this, not since their last kid was made, what, nine years ago? They both sucked in air through their teeth as his fingers dug into her thighs as inch after inch was forced into her hot passageway, stopping at around half his length, letting it sit there for a while. He slowly rocker his hips back and forth, just a few inches, taking the time to savor the feeling of her heartbeat, surround his most sensitive spot.

"Know what? Flip over, I'm gonna get up on the bed and fuck you like a feral animal."

She couldn't help but do as he said, the way he growled the words out like that. She crawled up onto the bed, feeling his weight press down on the mattress as he followed behind her, his strong hands grasping around her thin little waist as he repositioned himself. She yelped, and bit down onto a pillow as he shoved back inside her roughly, returning to that half-cock position.

"Better get a good grip, honey. I'm going all the way in."

She laughed weakly, and wound up wrapping her arms around the pillow entirely, teeth sunk in as hard as she could manage, as on the other end of her body she felt split open as his cock slowly sunk in farther, each barb running over her clit before popping inside. The exit trip was even more intense as her lips tugged at each ridge, as he slowly pulled out, only the tip remaining inside, and then worked up his speed. The way her tail flopped against his chest encouraged him to pick up his pace, to pound per tight hole until she couldn't leave the bedroom, to leave her completely filled with her pleasure and his. As the barbs along his cumvein pulled in an out like teeth of a sawblade, she yelped each time his tip rammed against her cervical opening. He was getting faster, each stroke a little harder than the last, full strokes, as far as his hips could take him. He pulled a bit close, bending over her, crossing his arms across her tits for support, and began anew, energy refreshed by the feeling of her back arching beneath his chest, fucking her into the mattress. By now his knot challenged her lips at the apex of each thrust, as his tip did at the mirror end of her battered pussy, spreading her inner opening, painfully but so good, around his thick head, a little bit at a time. Each stroke caused a little bit of fluid to be worked out, carried out by the pumping action of his ridges against her tight walls, only to be replenished at the far end by either his or her lubricants. The bed rocked against the wall as his heavy balls began to tighten, his knot wetly smacking against her labia, the sound echoing through the hallway. They were both so, so nearly there. All he had to do was -oh, there it was, as one, final, strong thrust, his knot strained past the point of no return, her lips stretching past its widest point, only to allow the rest to be swallowed up, as his head breached her cervix on the other end. The twin efforts of gasping for air after that exertion and roaring is orgasm clashed for them both, as hot, thick jets of cum barely squeezed up his vein, popping each barb out in turn as they erupted into her womb , her jaw's deathgrip on the pillow giving way to a prolonged moan as he rode out their mutual orgasms with a few more, gradually weakening, slams. Her toe-claws cut ribbons out of the bedspread as they squirmed, searching for some purchase, something to steady her body as her entire being shook with release.

After a few minutes of panting, still softly grinding his cock against her insides, a few more squirts of cum, some managing to escape the seals and plop down onto the bed, she moaned as he pulled his semi-softened knot out, the ridges pulling out more fluids as they spilled free. She quickly flopped around, laying the back of her head in the puddle of mixed fluids, and began to clean the shaft with her tongue, lapping up all the sexual residues, feeling his heartbeat as the blood was unsure if it should return to the rest of the body or stay for her enthusiasm. They were looking into eachother's eyes when they heard a chair squeak in the kitchen.

Throwing on the closets dry clothing they could find, the two carefully peered out, down the hallway. She walked out, to ask their kids why there were home already, starting their homework.

"It was a half day. What was all that noise?"