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"Are you sure?" Duke asked, to Surry - his newly wed wife. She just giggled excitedly, nearly spilling the flute of champagne she held. Duke, the black wolf that had been lucky enough to get a yes, nodded to her, giving a bit of what a nervous but very excited smile. He took a flat plastic card from his pocket, sliding it in the gap between the door and the frame, He wiggled it around, until something clicked, and he was able to pull the door open a little. It was a trick he'd learnt a few years back, travelling around the world and staying in various hotels and hostels. The slide locks on doors like this were easy to open if there was something thin, sturdy and flexible to interfere with it. Trying to open the door as quietly as he could possibly manage, the pair of furs stepped out onto the roof of the hotel.

It was dark outside, but beautiful. The roof was high up enough to be able to see the whole village spread around them, the only light coming from the few streetlamps and muted light creeping out from behind curtained and shuttered windows. The rolling Mediterranean hills that held the town in a shallow basin seemed to meld up into the sky. There were plenty of stars, and the moon seemed to held center place, right above them.

While Surry admired the view, it only took a few minutes for Duke to lay out an absurd number of candles around the edge of roof, making a ring of soft light that surrounded them in a warm aura It was only a small pool, but would have plenty of room for just two. The surface was completely still, the night air still warm and breezeless. The reflection on the moon took up its center, with the edges glowing metallically with soft reds and oranges from the candlelight.

"It's like a dream!" Surry whispered, pirouetting around, her long, dark hair and the loose summer-dress she wore opening out around her as she span. Duke caught her in his arms, and she gave her newfound husband a slow kiss, before escaping from his arms and leading him over to the water. There, she turned to him, eyes narrowing with a sly and mischievous twinkle. Hooking her paws around the shoulder straps, she let the dress fall down to the floor around her, before gently stepping out of it. Underneath, she was wearing a tight, satin-black bikini, a contrast to her soft, white fur. The feliness had the wide and full hips of a real woman, sloping up to a waist that's was little bit slimmer but still having some depth. Although she was a curvaceous cat, her belly was quite flat - the total opposite of her large boobs, her delicate bikini struggling to contain them. Her soft, fluffy tail swept idly behind her as she walked backward to the pool.

She slipped in delicately, the reflection of the moon rippling as dissolving as she almost glided across the water. Duke didn't hesitate, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping his pants, stepping out of them dressed in a tight pair of swim shorts. He sat on the edge and dropped gently into the water, wading over to his wife, and scooping her up off of the surface. She splashed him and giggled as he took her up in his arms again, before planting another kiss on his lips. This time, it was longer, both closing their eyes as they began to explore each others mouths. Dukes paws were wrapping around her body a little thighs, while she pressed hers against his chest. As he crept over her thighs with one paw, and down her shoulder towards her breasts with the other, she was moving her hold ever downwards, towards his navel.

Not parting lips, Duke put her back down so her feet could touch the ground. Her paws still trailing down his body, she kept her head up in their kiss. He was slightly taller than her, her chest being the perfect height for him to reach out and cup both breasts., squeezing them gently in his paws. A smile split on the side of Surry's muzzle, as she pulled his swim shorts open a little. His dick immediately sprang up, and she caught it with her other paw, the sudden contact with his sensitive manhood making him gasp against her mouth. It was a typical lupine cock, pink, pointed at the top, thicker in the shaft, getting thinner and then exploding into a thick knot at the base.

"Mmm, I can't wait for you to put this thing inside me." Surry purred, breaking the long kiss into a short smaller ones. Wrapping her padded paws around his hard dick, she began to gently work her wrist up and down, spreading the precum that collected at the tip across the shaft, making it glisten in the candlelight. It wasn't massive, but the shape pleased her. It looked like a dick should; animalistic. Her was panting between her kisses, only managing to breathe out. "Me too," as he managed to untie the string of her bikini with shaking paws. It dropped off of her, floating on the surface,

The coolness of the water was a contrast to the heat suddenly radiating from the pair. Her heat was intense, and she'd been needing some male attention for a while; but it wasn't totally uncontrollable. As Duke tried to de-bottom her, she let go of his dick, letting it spring back towards his belly with a thwap. "Not yet." She teased, backing away from her husband. He stood for a moment, confused, before following his wife across to the edge of the pool. She looked back with a sly smile, grabbing the edge and pulling herself up. What she didn't expect was for Duke to hook a claw on the edge of her bikini bottoms, and as she went up, they went down. Stopping, the feliness gave a feigned look of shock, putting a finger up to her lip.

"Naughty boy." She murred, wriggling her ankles free of the strings, then delicately hoisting herself, with deliberate slowness, until fully up out of the water, and onto the pool edge. Her fur shed most of the water, but what was left sparkled on the soft strands, slowly dripping off of her. On her hands and knees on the pools edge, she looked back at Duke for a second, moving her knees apart with painstaking tenderness and lifting her tail up, showing off the naked slit between her legs. His dazed, tongue-lolling expression made her laugh, as he looked up at what he yearned for so badly being presented to him.

Done teasing, she rolled so she was lying on the floor, looking up at the stars above. "You coming out?" She purred, stirring her mate back into motion. He waded over to the edge, but rather than moving a free spot, he went directly to his wife's feet. He clasped his paws around her ankles and pulled.

"Huh-?" Surry was suddenly sliding across the smooth tiles her legs, so that until her hips were only just on the pools edge, and her shapely thighs either side of Dukes head. "What are you- Unghhh" An involuntary moan cut her off as Duke pushed her thighs apart and buried his muzzle in her pussy, broad, lupine tongue reaching out to stroke up its entirety. She squirmed on the floor as her lover set her senses aflame, paws reaching to try and hold something, back arching and tail twitching as Duke began to make out with her sensitive pussy. His motion and speed varies, darting and diving, winding her up further and further to explosive intensity. She found herself panting like a dog, almost on the edge of convulsing, squeezing her thighs around his head and he just kept diving deeper into her womanhood, his own hips thrusting back and forth in the water, of their own accord.

"Out of the pool. Now" She hissed, doing her best to stave of the orgasm that was about to hit - she wanted to save that for later. Hearing the need in her voice, he didn't waste a moment, drawing his head back, gripping the edge of the pool and bounding up, his stiff cock dangling up and down as he moved. He was ready to dive straight onto his mate,

"Not yet," She purred, a little feistiness resounding in her voice. Duke was a little taken back - more foreplay? His hard cock was twitching up and down with his heartbeat, a testament to just how much it wanted to be buried in his newlywed. Placing a paw on his chest, she let it slide down until it was tantalisingly close to gripping his base. The wolf was almost salivating at the thought.

"Tie me up" The cat instructed, taking her paw away and doing a little spiral on the spot, swishing her tail. He was a little confused. She'd never asked for this before, and they didn't exactly keep a rope spare. "Use my bikini. Tie me up," She repeated, still dancing around "I want to be helpless as your ravage me!" The last words turned into a purr as she sat down on the floor beside the ladder down into the pool It was unexpected, but Duke couldn't deny the idea made him horny as hell. He fished her bikini and pants out of the pool, using the stringy panties to secure her wrists together, and then tying them to the ladder that lead down into the pool.. "Now a blindfold!" She squealed, giving the wolf no choice but to tear a strip off of one of the towels with a claw, winding it around her eyes and tying it under her ears. "And gag me." It was almost a whisper. She was feeling the intensity, of being bound up and helpless, trusting herself entirely to her mate. It was a whole new kinky side Duke'd never seen to her. Obliging, he wrapped her bikini top around her muzzle, making sure it wasn't too tight.

But just was he was ready for some real fun, a realisation dawned on him. Condom. It was the only form of real birth control. Even though the likelihoods of hybridisation were low between species, it wasn't impossible. It usually took repeating mating, and a lot of semen to crossbreed, but even still, they didn't want to take the chance; he wasn't ready for a baby yet. He thought he'd got one in the pocket of his pants, but upon checking, it wasn't there.

Loosening her muzzle again, Duke explained to her, and with what he was sure a roll of the eyes under her blindfold; "Hurry though, you don't want your hot pussy to cool down." Duke quickly dragged on his pants and ran back to the room, leaving the door to the roof slightly open, to save having to work the lock again. He did his best to avoid others, as the sight of a half-dressed man running down the corridor may arouse some suspicions. It didn't take long to get back to the room, fumble through luggage to find a condom and run back up, but when horny as hell, it felt like forever. Jogging up the stairs to the roof, he pushed the door and - nothing. The door didn't budge, and it wasn't open anymore Taking a look through the small, square window of the door, his jaw dropped.

A group of naked, canine furs had surrounded his vulnerable, tied up wife. Restrained and blindfolded, she must have no idea what was going on. The ladder faced to door, so Duke could see a full view of his wife, legs still spread apart to show her glistening, wet pussy, waiting for him to come back.

To his horror, one of the men, a Doberman with a short and smooth, mixed black and brown coat, kneeled down to inspect her. Her ear twitched, and she looked up, although she wouldn't be able to see. "What are you waiting for? Have you got the condom?" She mused, idly flexing her knees apart to show off the soaking wet pussy between her thighs. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

The Doberman said nothing, but instead lay down in front of her, resting his head between her legs. He pushed his muzzle into crotch and started to lick, a paw pressing out on each thigh keeping them apart while he pressed his tongue into her waiting sex.

Immediately, Surry began her impression of a banshee trying to escape from a box, barely able to contain the how close she must be to the edge, and how frustrated she must be that her orgasm was being so drawn out. She was probably thinking her husband was apologising for forgetting the condom with his tongue, rather than words. The apology was evidently working, as she bucked and squirmed her thighs around the dog's narrow head - licking was one of her weaknesses, even if it was a stranger that was driving her pussy to ecstasy on her honeymoon night. The torture of watching his wife squirm just seemed to go on forever, until sweet relief came when he finally stopped. Surry sat slumped, panting, her cheeks flushed red. She was so close to climax it nearly hurt. "Get that condom on and fuck me already." She breathed, showing off her wet sex as much as she could.

Duke saw the Doberman take a foil square out of the back pocket of his shorts, tearing it open and, careful not to puncture it with a claw, rolling it on to his long, canine erection, stretching the base over the knot so his dick was completely encased in the thin latex. He stepped forwards, letting his dick fall between her paws, cupped together by the binds on her wrists. He gently rubbed it over her palms, before taking it away, letting her feel what she was about to get. "Good boy, now I want you to fuck me. Do it as hard as you can, I want you to make me feel wild tonight." She purred, and almost as an afterthought, added "And put the gag in, or I'm going to be screaming the place down."

He obliged, tying the bikini string of her bra around her muzzle, keeping it firmly closed, before dropping down to a kneel between her openly spread legs. He put one arm over her shoulder, leaning his torso over hers. It was a little awkward, but she shimmed a little down the ladder, until she was basically lying on the floor, arms held outstretched, with the Doberman above her. All Duke could see was his back - and his cock dangling between his legs, and her lower, spread apart ready for him. Propped up on the one warm, Duke watched the other paw come down to wrap around the base of his cock, until the condomed tip, glistening with lubricant, came to rest against his wife's waiting pussy. Duke didn't need to see her face; from the way her toes curled and legs tensed, he knew she was aching for it. Cockhead snugly lined up with Surry's dripping womanhood, he put the other arm in position, holding himself up as if he were doing press ups.

Smoothly and slowly, he pressed his hips down. Duke, forced to watch, saw his wife's petals open up, spread apart by the pointed tip of the dog's cock easing into her hole. Her wetness and the lube from the condom making it extra smooth. Inch after inch of another man's meat disappeared down into a pussy that had previously only been used by himself, until she'd engulfed the stranger nearly totally. She curled her footpaws as he bottomed out, claws extending and retracting slowly.

The Doberman began to rise and fall, setting a smooth, rhythmic pace as he made love to the her oblivious pussy of Duke's wife. Rivulets of wetness were running out from between their coupling, soaking her thighs and crotch and making the latex on his dick shine. To her, it still must be so romantic, out on the rooftop, the champagne, the candles - and kinky; the blindfold and gag, all tied up for her husband to take. She'd always said she'd like to be wilder in the bedroom, and well. It had certainly happened.

The dog was definitely enjoying himself, picking up his pace as he slipped his hips up and down, Surry legs moving as wide apart as they could, enticing her lover to ravage her. Even through a gag and a door Duke could hear her muffled yowls of pleasure. They'd been abstaining all the way here, so she must've been incredibly pent up, even before the foreplay. She was lifting her rump up to meet his meet his ever quickening pace, pressing the outside of her pussy flat against his knot and grinding, trying to hit the sensitive spot of her clit against his hard dick.

Suddenly he slows again, shifting his weight. He lifts a paw off of the floor and brings it down between them. He puts his thumb on her clit, sending the cat into a crazy frenzy, eager to rub her button against something. She's doing the work pushing herself up his dick as she squeezes herself on the thumb. He draws his cock out, until the tip comes free, and replaces it with one of his thick digits, fingerfucking and rubbing her flit with two one half of his paw, while the other wraps around his cocktip. He squeezes taking hold of the tip of the condom, before dragging his cock back. The thin latex sheath rolls off, and he drops it to the floor.

Mouth agape, Duke watches him line back up with Surry's pussy and shove it back in. He immediately starts with a high speed and renewed vigorous, screwing the cat hard again the floor, making her writhe and tremble below. She's virtually screeching under her gag, the brink of her orgasm growing as fast as his thick knot. Duke could see it stretching her wide each time it plunged in and out. They didn't get the chance to have sex often, and Surry was naturally very tight, so it wasn't long before it squeezed in and stayed there. He lowered his paw to her clit again, still thrusting with his embedded cock, and began to stimulate it.

It drove her into an explosive orgasm, feet curling so much it looked like they were going to break, and her claws coming so far out that you could see the base. The lips of her cunt, the rounded base of his knot visible between them, were squeezing back and forth, and the twitches were carrying down her rump and into the base of her tail. She wasn't the only one hitting the edge. The dog's ballsack was twitching up and down, rising and falling with each spurt of hot cum he pumped into the cat. It seemed to be a perpetuating cycle, the throbbing of his cock sending her on a high, while the squeezing of her cunt milking him for even more.

Duke couldn't help but wonder if she could feel the difference - this was the first time she'd had unprotected sex, and it was a stranger giving it to her. Would she be able to feel each hot, sticky spurt that the dog forced into her pussy? Was it the feeling of being bred that had her so high? Natural instinct? She'd never came like that before.

After a moment of cooling down, the Doberman drew his semi-erect cock out of her, the knot coming out with a sticky pop. As wide as it had stretched her, Duke could see how wet it was inside, complete with the pearly-white goop that collected on her edge. Quickly, the tight petals of her cunt closed up again. Duke couldn't see anything leaking out of his wife - the dog must've shot all but the dregs deep into her, the bastard.

The strangers must've thought she set this up. A single woman looking for sex, sets up candles, ties herself up and waits for a lover. Waiting for a dick to scratch her heated itch, and it just happened to be lucky them that found her all tied up. They'd locked the door - was it for privacy with the horny girl, or did they know she had a husband coming back? Is that why he chose to ignore the condom dump his load inside? Marking his territory? Or did her want to get her pregnant? Maybe it was dog thing.

Again Duke had no choice but to watch, frozen behind the door as the Doberman moved away to make space for a Labrador. Surry wasn't expecting it in the slightest, as Duke usually took a long time to recharge. She could go on forever, so her sometimes ended up using a toy to keep her satiated on her hornier days, and if anything, this day should probably be her horniest.

But it came a s complete surprise to the cat when she once again felt a body move over her, and a big hard dick dangling just over the top of her freshly fucked, soaking cunt. The pointed head, hovered just against her hole, teasing her in preparation for round two. She couldn't see that it was condomless, a bead of precum rolling from its tip, glistening in the candle light. Surely when it went inside she'd know it wasn't Duke's. It was the same length, but almost twice the thickness, stout and meaty, with a knot to match.

The Labrador kept it where it was the tip dangling within touching distance of her pussy. Instead he began to focus on her body. He leaned close and began to play with her. Surry thought it was amazing that her husband was giving her so much attention, as she usually burnt him out to exhaustion to get her off like that.

But instead it was a stranger on top of her, enjoying her naked body. His big, broad paws were holding and squeezing her sides, his head against her neck, either kissing or biting. He groped up and down her, squeezing her breasts and playing with her wide, sensative nipples, slowly working her back up from the afterglow of her most intense orgasm, trying to crank her up for round two. It was working. All Surry could feel was a variety of sensations moving over the most sensitive parts of her body, administered by tongue and paw, tooth and claw. Again her pussy began to burn up as her heat returned, making her nipples heard, her breath short and giving her an ache for the hard cock she could feel just above her.

She pushed her needy hips up, letting the puffy slit of her pussy lips rub against the sensitive cockhead, spreading it with its own precum, her juices and the gooey load of the Doberman she'd just unwittingly received. She caught the pointed tip of his cock in the edge of her hole and pushed upwards trying to spear herself onto it. It was oddly difficult, and Duke felt much bigger than normal. He was either using some kind of new toy, or his newfound virility came with some pretty darn good side effects.

She managed to shimmy herself a few inches up his thick cock, a smile spreading in her gagged maw, as with each stretching inch came a warm feeling of fulfillment and pleasure. Eventually it became to difficult to get any further, no matter how hard she squeezed herself along his shaft. It was a true tease, with inches of cock to go but no way of reaching them. She could only wait, hips aloft and half-filled while her toyed with every inch of her body. The fall of his hips was sudden and unexpected, dropping like a rock, pressing her rump into the ground as she suddenly found herself filled to the brim with a cock thicker than she could ever imagine

The gag had taken damaged from her sharp teeth, especially as she howled into it now with furious arousal. Her words, muffled could be heard as she wrapped her legs around the Labradors waist and commanded him. "Fuck me you big brute! Nail me to the floor!" It was a whole new Surry, like nothing she'd ever been before. This level of kinkiness had taken her arousal to new heights, and all that filled her mind was the thought of the orgasmic fix she was about to get.

The stranger let of of her breasts, instead taking a missionary position - he had no choice being constrained by the needy cats legs. His only focus was now ploughing this naive wife's spread cunt, the fact it was totally drenched giving his huge dick enough room to be able to quickly pick up a hard and heavy tempo. He thrust faster and furious, Surry squirming and bucking under him. Duke had the feeling if her hands weren't tied, she'd be shredding him. Surry hadn't needed cat-gloves or socks before, but the way her claws were extending, maybe she'd need them next time.

The Labrador didn't last as long as the Doberman, but he still have the cat a heavy pounding, once again bringing her to the razor's edge of an intense orgasm. Her whole body was burning up, cheeks blushing, pussy and crotch slightly red from the intensive working, and cramp threatening to set in her ever-curling toes. The frustration that he was running out before she was ready was even adding to her intense buildup, the anticipation of not knowing just what would happen next.

As her husband looked on, various thoughts still raced through his mind: This man's cock was bigger than his, surely she'd notice? Surely she'd know that the man above her was different, from the way he poised himself over her, or the way her was rubbing her, or the way he groaned as he plunged in and then slowly out of her? Surely she could feel the cum already inside her, dumped by a dog instead of a wolf? She was thrashing in her bonds, rocking her hips and wiggling her toes. Did she know? No - she just wanted it harder, faster, bigger.

Duke watched the dog's muscles clench up, the telltale shudder and deep, squishy thrusting as he finished. Propped up by his arms, pushing his hips flat against hers, pressing himself so deep his ballsack smushed and rubbed against her pussy, Duke wondered how Surry hadn't realised it wasn't him by now. The Labrador was a completely different build, made completely different moans, and has a completely different cock. Was bondage that restricting on her? His knot was already firmly lodged, spreading Surry to her limit. A few minutes of cumpumping later, filling the oblivious wife to the brim with cum from a strangers dick, he slowly began to draw his semi-erect cock out of her. Shaking off the excess wetness from his member, he stood up and stepped away.

Duke could see how wet it was, glistening with his both the juices of his wife and a strand of sticky, pearly-white goop dangling from its tip. This time her cunt was a real mess, smeared with dog cum that was leaking out of her in thick, globby strands, collecting on the towel below her and matting her fur. Her whole pusy was a firey red with heat, and her clit was swollen so much it looked like just touching it would make her detonate. She squirmed in her bonds, eager for that final touch that would send her over the edge.

Luckily for her, Duke - or at least, who she thought was Duke, was ,yet again, immediately ready to go. The third dog was a Rottweiler, with a cock stone solid and swollen to the max with anticipation; after watching a hot feline pussy virtually beg for sex for an hour, and now it was finally his turn, and he'd got something special in mind. He untied her wrists, quickly rolling her over to lie on her front; leaving her with her hands out infront of her, on her knees with her rump in the air, her ready and waiting pussy easily accessible as it dripped onto the tile floor.

The Rottweiler kneeled behind her, taking hold of her hips, a strong paw on each side. This time she was facing the door, meaning Duke got to watch her face as the cock of another man entered her pussy. The binds around her muzzle strained, doing little to constrict her cry of lust as once again a cock was filling her to the brim. She had no idea just what or how her lover was doing this to her, but it was hitting everything she wanted. Sometimes, she kept it to herself how strong her sexuall appetite was; she didn't want to make her boyfriend - and now husband, sad, but it looked like all that had changed.

She finally felt that animal urge she'd been craving. Furious and vicious mating; right now she was on her hands and knees, little more than a submissive to her loving Alpha. He switched his grip from her hips to her shoulders, heaving himself forwards, driving deeper and deeper with each explosive thrust. His knot was working her pussy overtime, leading its way in through her tight lips and then pulling out with a satisfying pop, so hard it sent shockwaves all around her groin, buzzing through her clit, steadily taking her up towards another heavenly orgasm.

She rocked back into his thrusts, her ass rippling as she smacked into his groind, the force letting her engulf his cock all the way to the root. Each time, she could just feel him expanding inside her, growing bigger than he'd ever been before. Was this how horny she made him, that it was tripling his size and stamina? Her urges had turned her into a sex fuelled beast, eager to both please herself and her husband, and she loved every pulse pounding minute of it

His knotting was sudden, coming to a squeaky stop as deep as he could get it. She could feel how close he was , his big dick relaying feeling to her with each heavy throb and twitch, pressing against the walls of her fuckhole as if it was crying for release. She was more than happy to give that: squeezing her things and stomach, she let her pussy clench tight around him, the rock-solid flesh of his cock molding her to its shape. The cat began to gyrate her hips, grinding herself backwards as she stimulated nerves all the way down his dick. Like hitting some invisible button, she triggered his climax.

Surry felt every second of it through his convulsing dick, as her lover almost hugged the life out of her. His moans were deeper and throatier than he'd ever made back in the bedroom , rising in intensity as if they were being ripped from his body. All this heat, and movement, lust and love was too much for the cat, as she exploded too, her orgasm triggered by the burning heat that seemed to be flowing through into her pussy. She didn't know it was the feeling of pent-up dog cum flooding her insides, but Duke did, watching the Rottweiler cum with such intensity it spurted past his knot, spattering the floor between them. Her watched his wife's mouth open so wide the muzzle snapped. A single throaty mewl escaped her freed lips, before the surge of sensation pushed her over the edge and the cat slowly collapsed to the floor, tail and rump still twitching enthusiastically of their own accord.

With a squelch, the dog pulled free, and the dazed Surry slumped down to the floor, rendered unconscious by an orgasm far more powerful than she'd ever expected. About a cupfull of semen left her, drooling on to the floor, creeping over to the edge of one of the towels and soaking in. Finished, the dogs gathered their belongings, and headed to the door. It opened inwards, trapping Duke between it and them as they walked past, not even noticing the husband of the wife they'd just screwed. Jaw agape, Duke immediately made his way on to the roof.

Surry was a mess, cum matting her crotch and thighs, her body coated in a sheen of sweat. The wolf did what he could to clean her up before she began to stir. Hastily untying her blindfold, he was met with a dreamy gaze.

"Was that hot?" She purred wrapping her arms gently around his shoulders, using his neck as a rest. Her legs were still numb, so she could barely stand unassisted. "Uh. Yeah. It was, great." Duke didn't know what to say. Could he really tell his wife that the first sex she'd in their married life was with three random strangers? Surry didn't seem to have noticed, instead leaning up to kiss her husband, running her hands up and down the fur of his chest and abdomen. As she teased lower, she felt - "You're still hard?" She giggled, reaching into his pants to grab hold of his cock. It was dripping wet, probably from all the sex they'd just had, but what amazed the feline is it was still rock hard. It amazed Duke even more - he'd just watched his wife be fucked to exhaustion by three strangers, on their honeymoon; surely he should be angry, or disgusted, but instead his rick was like a iron bar. "Maybe you're ready to go a fourth time?" She growled, grabbing his chest rather roughly. "Uh-" "Shush." She put a finger to his lips, her other paw boldly pushing him down to the floor. Straddling him with her hips and dragging his pants down to free his cock Duke's newly-wed wife gave him a smirk that radiated seduction, the pupils of her eyes turning from circles to focused slits. "It's my turn to play with you."