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It's hard not to love a good housewife. This is especially true if this housewife was your husband. Tatyana thanked the stars every night that she'd found herself a man like Malcolm. He was her star in the sky, the wind in her sails. She loved coming home to him each and every day. Her work left them with a single income. Malcolm took care of the condo like a professional.

It took a few months into their marriage for him to settle into the routine of being a humble house husband, but the darling feline had taken to it well. For a domestic breed of cat he had become quite thoroughly domestic in a turn that wasn't so surprising. It was done in a masculine way, which she appreciated. It was nice to come back to an air freshened home that was scented with "fresh water" instead of lavender or Snuggle!

Tatyana left the decor to him most of the time, which left their home looking modern and austere in a professional way. Except the fridge. It was covered in photos of the two of them and extended family.

Her unique combination of assets was the biggest hurdle in their marriage to be overcome. They'd met online and eventually started dating on a very tentative level. Malcolm was cute, she thought, every time she saw him. The fact he looked awkward and intimidated by her made it all the more endearing. She loved the attention, and apparently he did, too. He kept showing up to the dates she initiated.

She had admitted early on that she was packing a rod. It didn't stop him from attending the first date, but it was clear he was uneasy about the arrangement. Tatyana was a taller figure and boasted a better toned physique. Feminine, but with a masculine edge and aura that it was rare a man wouldn't give off some kind of body language speaking to his unease whilst being around her romantically.

They had cuddled at her apartment, which was different from the one they currently shared, when he'd finally asked her about what she was expecting of him sexually. This was after their fifth date. She had one arm wrapped around his shoulders with her head leaned over onto his.

"I want what any God fearing straight man would want. Someone who wants me to make love to them." She told him. Honesty was a good policy even if it resulted in a fair share of heartbreak. Better to find a willing bottom after five years than to have five breakups after a single year.

"That would take a lot of courage to get comfortable with." He admitted to her in return.

"For you, it might. God fearing, and all." Tatyana had said. She squeezed him gently as a comforting gesture.

"I'm not a believer, Taty." He said. She grinned down at him and rubbed her face into his hair. He was clearly a sucker for the Old Spice commercials judging by his choice of shampoo.

"Can't say I've ever been with anyone that didn't speak the Lord's name in vain when I was in bed with them." Her reply surprised him and he laughed nervously, but he didn't pull away or shrink. The evening finished itself out with another hour of Netflix before he left. She felt anxious after he departed: A mix of jitters and cold with the fear that she might have pushed him too hard.

That was then, but this is now. A good many inches of now.

"Uhhhg," Malcolm was making noises down from the pillow. "Ah- ahh!"

Tatyana had him on his knees on the mattress. She'd ripped off the comforter and sheets to expose the cottony layer of the mattress pad underneath. Her darling husband was kneeling away from her with his rump in the air and face planted into a down pillow. He'd given her a slow strip tease before climbing onto the bed in his birthday suit for her. Just for her. She had little patience and was still wearing her slacks, but at least she'd unbuttoned them and extracted her very attentive self from its hiding place.

Malcolm was hers. She'd been the first to pry their way into his delicate kitty rump. Hers was the first cock to pass his lips and wet his throat with her spunk. She'd educated him on a lot of things he'd never dreamed he'd be doing with anyone. He was better at it all than any of the bitches she'd dated in the past. Even the one faggot she'd been with that got over her having hips and tits couldn't swallow a cock like her husband learned to do.

Tatyana's right hand was teasing his rump with a thumb in his asshole while her left massaged the spot above the base of his tail. Malcolm could only arch his back and stretch his limbs in reflex. He was chewing at the pillow involuntarily. He was a mess if she touched and prodded his special places. She just hoped he didn't claw the mattress pad. Again.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby." She whispered to him, and he whimpered and tilted his butt upward in response. Her dick was rigid already. She needed him as much as he need her. He was actively flexing his muscles under her in anticipate of her plowing him. His asshole was doing its best to wink at her as she stared down at it with anticipation.

She drew the saliva she had over her tongue and spit it out and pegged his pucker. A perfect shot. He jumped at the sudden splash of wetness over his asshole, but quickly recovered. Malcolm pulled his attention away from the pillow that was helping keep himself quiet to look at her over his shoulder.

"You want this?" Tatyana was edging herself. She was dragging out the foreplay for the both of them. She lifted her heavy dick and dropped it between his cheeks.

"Make me scream, Taty." He was glaring at her hotly, but not with any kind of anger but with the lust a man had when he was burning for a hard orgasm. That burn jumped from his eyes to hers and ignited the tenuous thread that had kept her from shoving her meat into him. In a flash she was done, ready. Her cock spent very little time between those tender cheeks before her blunt tip was knocking down the door that was his delicious pucker.

Tatyana growled and her darling husband yowled. He was tight. He was damn tight. Somehow he never got loose like the whores in porn did. Maybe being an amatur had its perks, eh? His asshole clung to her like duct tape and she had to push into him with hard staggered thrusts. He wasn't in pain. He was beside himself with ecstasy. Her husband had learned he had a fetish for pegging and he was reveling in the feel of his lovely wife opening him up like a stallion gapes a condom.

"You know I love it when you do." She buried herself deeper until her nuts bumped into his. He was an adorable man. Cute in every way without sacrificing his masculinity. He was a fine specimen of man that jogged and biked daily. For her pleasure of course. He was more fit now than he was when they dated. Malcolm was a man that loved to make his woman happy. Tatyana was very happy to have him wrapped around her cock like shrink wrap around a gift basket.

His cock and balls were average, but in no way subpar. Tatyana believed he got off on how much bigger she was than him despite her feminine curves and ample lady-like assets. Between their legs their nuts rubbed against each other as she grinded into him. Her balls were easily double his and were the reason she was able to fill him so well. It always left her wondering if it was nature's way of compensating for her femininity. Perhaps her being so endowed and productive was nothing more than an effort to balance the biological books? Or she was just a lucky bitch who got hit with the hung end of the stick. She preferred to believe that she was meant to be a she-stud rather than it being luck of the draw.

He was panting under her and biting down on the pillow once more. She saw his hands grab and release the bedding reflexively. He was going to claw the sheets tonight. She saw it coming. Malcolm was getting squirmy on her dick, and he only did that this quick when he was into it. Not to say he wasn't normally into getting fucked by his wife, but it normally took more time for him to adjust to her being within him. On those days where he was running at full speed right out the starting gate? Those were days where he'd destroy bedding. That was why she started ripping off the comforters and sheets on the weekends.

"Loosen up." She told him. Tatyana gave him a playful swat on the butt and she felt him loosen up around her cock. He was struggled to resist the urge to clench. He was going to be screaming tonight. His pillow was soaked around his mouth where he bit down. He was whimpering and whining with eyes screwed shut.

She fucked her husband slowly at first. He was staying loose for her obediently. Every slow thrust took her cock back to the crown of her blunt head and right back down to her base with her nuts bumping into his. She could feel his balls were pulled up tight every time their hips met. Tatyana kept her rhythm steady and even. She wanted to savor him before she destroyed him.

"Oh God, just fuck me." Malcolm whimpered to him from his unflattering position. It was very flattering for her. She sheathed herself into him again and for the first time since she got started she felt him hesitantly clench around her before loosening up again. Oh, she knew he was losing it.

"You want me to fuck you?" She asked him pointedly. Tatyana held his hips tight and massaged his rump with her palms. "Want my fat dick to break you in two?"

"Make me your lil kitty bitch! P_lease!" He clenched down on her like a vice clamp from her father's tool shed. She grunted and snarled down at him in reply. Her fingers dug into his hips before retracting. She was on the verge of giving him what he wanted so. Fucking. _Hard.

"Who's your wife?" she asked him while fighting to keep her teeth from clenching shut like a bad case of lockjaw. Times like these made her wish they'd hung a huge mirror on the wall at the head of the bed. She'd pay good money to watch herself fuck her husband into oblivion!

"Y-you! You, fuck you, Taty, you're my hung bitch of a wi-" Malcolm's tirade was brought to a sharp close by his own yelp as his wife's hand clamped down on the scruff of his neck. Tatyana found a firm hold on his neck and took the very base of his tail into her other hand and used his neck and tail like the handles of a battering ram. She fucked him like she was trying to shatter his pelvis against her own like a cop taking out a steel door.

And her husband screamed and drooled into the bedding as his hands ripped at the mattress pad. She couldn't hear the fabric tear over the noise of the two of them rutting like wild animals. Her shaft was hollowing him out as fast as she could work the tool. Neither lover was seeing the world through open eyes. Instead they only saw the flashes of color displayed by addled minds exploding with the sensation of ecstasy as the hyena's nuts drew up hard.

Her climax hit her hard in the gut. She doubled over her husband and cussed down at him like her was a street corner whore. Tatyana pinned him to the mattress roughly with both hands as her cum flowed from her in painful jets that left each nut aching like they'd been squeezed bare handed. She came violently as her husband milked her

Tatyana couldn't hear anything beyond the sound of her own heartbeat and the rhythmic pulse of her cock depositing its load. She was stretching him out a little each time her spunk thundered through her shaft with a twitch and a jerk.

When she finally opened her eyes she saw that there were now two holes torn in the mattress pad. He was still clutching the chunks like his life was in peril. Malcolm's eyes were open, too, but he was staring off to the side with an unfocused gaze. He was breathing raggedly with tears soaking his cheeks.

"We ought to get to you declawed." She told him after she caught her breath better. Malcolm didn't reply, but she did see him make a dopey smile. She relaxed herself over him. Tatyana could feel her dick weakly throbbing with her slowing heartbeat. She never lost an erection quickly. Sometimes she stayed hard long enough to slide right into the next round if she had the stamina for it.

Together, laying still, they cuddled for several minutes while wife laid atop husband like a protective blanket.

"You make me feel so girly." He told her after he'd regained some modicum of his senses. She nuzzled her nose into his cheek affectionately. They could both feel her dick slowly stiffen in his backside.

"I'm going to be making you feel like a whore in a just a few minutes." Tatyana told him. He clenched his ass around her rigid pole in reply. There was a manic grin on his face that told her all she needed to know. She lifted herself off her husband and drew her knees back up to ready for another round of bitch breaking sex. It really is hard to not to love a good housewife!