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Mary was glad that the conference had ended early. When the keynote speaker cancelled, the doe was actually relieved instead of disappointed. She pulled her car into the driveway, parking in front of the garage and climbing out slowly, her hooves clipping on the walk as she headed toward the front door, leaving her bags behind and ignoring them. She could always get them later.

Mary smiled as she opened the door, laying her purse on the side table and dropping her keys into the small bowl sitting on it. The doe looked down into the bowl, seeing her husband Ryan's keys and grinning. He was home and since she was home early... She laughed softly, biting her lip and locking the door behind her before slipping down the hall and into their bedroom. She pulled off her smart looking top, tossing it on the bed, then stripped herself down to just her bra and panties, running her paws over herself. She always liked coming home after a few days away. He was always more intense, more excited when she'd been gone. More Alpha. She adored it.

She turned, starting to head back toward the bedroom door, when she caught a glimpse of red from the edge of the bed. She tilted her head, then grinned as she saw one of his ties laying on the floor. She reached down, picking it up, and admiring it. She looped it around her neck, then loosely tied it before tugging it up around her neck, arranging the body between her breasts with a soft laugh. She didn't recognize the tie itself--her husband didn't usually wear red--but it seemed to almost glow on her chest against her fur. She enjoyed the look.

Mary bit her lip a little, smoothed her fur, then turned as she heard the back door to the house opening. She pushed her clothes off to the other side, and she was preparing to lay on the bed and get into a pose for him... when she heard more than one voice speaking.

"I'm glad you called me," said one of them. A deep voice. She didn't recognize it. "I'm sure we can everything taken care of before she gets home."

There was a soft laugh. "Well..." Her husband's voice. "It's--" She missed what he said as the door closed. "--thing. I want to make sure she's taken care of when she gets home."

A deeper laugh. "Yes, yes," it said. "I know."

A slight pause. "We probably have time for one more," her husband said.

Another deep chuckle. Closer this time. She looked around quickly, flushing and turning rapidly as she heard the deep clip of his steps approaching the bedroom door, their voices talking, though she was no longer clearly hearing. She turned and quickly moved toward the closet, opening it and slipping inside, closing it quietly just as the door to the bedroom opened.

There was a soft grunt as Mary looked out the crack of the door, seeing her husband staggering into view. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight shirt that outlined his body perfectly. She bit her lip a little, her ears red as she watched the other male come into view.

A lion. An inch or two taller than Ryan, but a bit broader. A strong body and wide shoulders, ruddy mane and tawny fur. The feline was wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned down the front and hanging open, and a pair of slacks. He looked like he was in work clothes and had removed them quickly. He was grinning, looking down at Ryan as he turned and looked up back up at the lion. "Maybe with it off?" he asked.

The lion laughed and shook his head. He put his paws against the buck's shoulders, pushing him back against the bed. He landed with a bounce, a soft bleat passing his lips as he flushed darkly, his ears folded and crimson.

"If we did that, you might have an... accident," the lion said, smirking and reaching down to grip the hem of the buck's shirt, dragging it up and over his head, revealing his hard, firm body that Mary so often delighted in touching, stroking, and enjoying. The expression on his face, though, wasn't one she was familiar with, and she didn't quite recognize him like this.

The lion chuckled, shucking off his shirt and letting it tumble to the floor behind him, grinning widely as he reached down and undid his pants, letting them slide down his legs and pool around his ankles before he stepped out of them and kicked them behind him casually. The lion rocked forward, pressing his paws down to the bed, and pressing his lips against the buck's muzzle. Ryan closed his eyes, giving a soft moan into the kiss as his hooves slid up and around the feline's waist.

Mary's jaw had slowly dropped open, and she realized that she'd stopped breathing. She started again, gasping slightly as she did, then quickly covering her muzzle. Ryan was.... He was... Gay?

She flushed as she watched her husband, his muzzle open and tongue pressing into the lion's mouth, paws laying prone and legs wrapped around him like a... like a... She suddenly recognized the look on his face. It wasn't the throws of passion she was used to seeing from him. It was more... feminine. Passive. The pleasured instead of the pleasurer. Not the Alpha male she married... A... A...

"That's my good bitch," the lion said, filling in the word she was looking for as he broke the kiss and slowly pulled back. He buck laying on the bed was panting softly, arms at his side, prone and waiting as the lion reached down, squeezing his sheath. Her eyes were drawn to it. It was thick, thicker than Ryan's though perhaps not so long. Below it, though, hung a sac that easily outpaced the deer. Ryan's balls were large, even for a deer, but the lion's were even bigger.

Mary watched as the lion grabbed his antler, shoving the deer's legs from around his waist and dragging him off of the bed and onto his knees. He held him there for a moment, then pulled the buck's muzzle forward and into his balls, smirking. "You like that, faggot?" the lion asked.

Ryan whimpered and moaned, then nodded into the lion's sac. Mary swallowed hard, feeling a tingle between her legs as she stared at the two of them, unblinking. Ryan started to lick the lion's nuts, dragging his tongue along them as the big cat groaned deeply, grunting and rubbing his head between his antlers.

"Mmm... Of course you love it..." the lion continued. "You love serving a big, fat sac, don't you?"

Ryan moaned and nodded again, his ears turned down. "I love it," he murmured.

"Mhmm... I bet your wife would love it too if she were here," the lion said, laughing deeply. "I bet she'd get off on watching you on your knees, worshiping like that secret faggot you are, hmm?"

Ryan moaned deeper, and Mary frowned. Was he... enjoying this?

The lion chuckled. "Say it, faggot. Tell me what you want."

"I want my wife to watch you fuck me..." the buck moaned, licking harder.

Mary's jaw dropped as she heard him. She leaned forward, pressing her paw against the door frame and swallowing as she watched, hearing him, sliding her paw down to her panties and finding them damp. She bit her lip, then tugged them to the side, rubbing her lips slowly.

"That's right," the lion said, his cock half-emerged from his sheath and dripping lightly against the deer's face. "Now, get your shorts off and get into position. I want to mount my buck bitch," he said, laughing.

Mary watched as Ryan stood up, reaching for his shorts and pushing them down. As he did, she looked at his sheath, wanting to see if he was actually aroused by this. He wasn't erect. In fact... he couldn't be.

His sheath was wrapped up tightly in a cage of silvery metal that extended its length. It was attached to a ring that wrapped behind his balls and a small lock clattering into it.

The lion's paw slipped down, squeezing the metal and then rubbing over the buck's balls. "What do you think she'd do if she knew the reason you're always so desperate to fuck when she gets home, hmm? That you have your old friend come over... wrap up your junk in a cage... and fuck you for days? Do you think she could look at you the same way?" he asked.

The deer moaned weakly. "No..." he murmured, panting and then bleating with surprise as the lion shoved him back to the bed.

"You're right," the lion said. "She'd see you moaning, panting, begging to cum... She'd know you're not that big, strong Alpha buck you like to pretend to be..." the lion said.

Mary's teeth were tight as she listened, her ears red, but her fingers working faster. More insistently. He wanted this. For her to see. And she realized suddenly that she was enjoying it to.

The buck moaned hard, panting and licking his lips. He parted his legs automatically, spreading them as the lion stepped closer. Mary realized that he was used to being fucked. Trained for it. He was about to be used by another male, and he looked excited. Eager.

The lion took his knees, pushing them back toward his chest and exposing his ass before slapping it hard. "Good bitch," he said. "Now... I'm gonna leave one more load in your ass before she gets here and you pretend to be a man again."

Mary pressed her fingers into herself, fingering her cunt eagerly as she watched the lion press his cock against her husband's ass and slowly slide into him. As he did, the buck's expression changed, altering entirely. It was passive bliss. He'd been aroused and enjoying himself--in spite of the cage--but now... It was the face of a person getting fucked and loving it. Every moment of it.

"Nnn... God... Your dick feels so good..." Ryan murmured.

The lion laughed. "That's right..." he said. "You love my dick, don't you?"

"God... Yes..." the buck muttered.

"More than your wife's cunt?" the lion asked.

Mary's thumb rubbed over her clit, her teeth gritted as she looked through the crack, watching the lion's cock working in and out of her husband's ass. She gripped the frame of the door hard, waiting for him. Waiting for his answer.

"Yeesss..." he moaned, long and slow.

And when he did, Mary couldn't help herself. She moaned, hard, through gritted teeth. Loudly. She flushed, her eyes wide as she heard a sudden grunt, then soft padded steps moving toward the closet door and opening it. Looking down at her. The lion, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mary," he said simply. "I've been waiting to meet you for a long, long time."

Mary swallowed hard, her cheeks red as the lion reached in, took her paw, and guided her out of the closet. She looked at him, then at Ryan, his jaw hanging open and his face looking a combination of horrified and terrified.

"M-mary," he started. "I can explain everything..."

The lion laughed, stepping over and rolling him over onto his chest, slapping his ass hard, twice, on either cheek. "Shut your mouth, faggot," he ordered. "You're finally getting that fantasy you always wanted. Say 'Thank you, Silus.'"

Ryan arched and gritted his teeth. "T-thank you, Silus...." he panted.

Mary stepped closer, swallowing. "W-what are you...." she started, before her voice trailed off.

The lion grinned. "I'm fucking your husband," he said, laughing and pressing his cock back into the buck's ass, rolling his hips a few times to make Ryan moan. "He's wanted you to see him like this for so long... Bent over, being fucked, moaning like a whore... Tell her, Ryan..."

"I... I wanted this...." the buck moaned.

Silus looked at Mary, grinned widely. "And looking at your panties... you wanted it to," he said, laughing. "Though, you might not have known until... just now," he said, smirking.

Mary flushed, watching his cock slide in and out of Ryan. "I... can he...."

Silus chuckled. "He doesn't cum from this, if that's what you're wondering," he said. "That's why he mounts you so hard when you get back... The entire time you've been gone, he's been locked up and worshiping my cock with his muzzle and ass."

She was having a difficult time processing the entire situation. Her husband, the man she'd been married to for over five years, the man she had slept with a hundred times and had never seen exhibit so much as a hint of submission to anyone... liked having his cock locked up, his ass spanked, his tailhole used... and he had... wanted her to know? Fantasized about it? He wanted to be demeaned and used?

And he... wanted her to know.

She felt a sudden, sharp thrill as everything fell into place. She watched Silus cock sliding in and out of him, amazed that her husband could handle it. She licked her lips for a moment, then bit them before the words finally slipped free:

"I want his muzzle."

Ryan moaned sharply, and Silus grinned eagerly, stepping back long enough to flip the buck over, then grabbing his legs and holding them apart before sliding back in. Ryan started to moan again almost instantly, and Mary quickly shed her panties before climbing on the bed. She straddled his muzzle, grabbing his antlers and pushing them back on the bed.

"M-mary..." Ryan stammered through a moan.

"Lick," she said, pressing her cunt against his lips. He rarely took a trip down on her, in spite of her requests, and now... His long, agile cervine tongue slid into her, teasing and coiling in her pussy as she looked up as Silus, met his eyes.

The lion smiled, leaning in and gripping the tie around her neck. He tugged her closer, kissing her hard and pressing his tongue into her muzzle. She pressed back. It was strange--an odd rush of power over Ryan but submission to Silus. She moaned as Ryan got to work better, her pussy leaking onto his muzzle just as Silus cock leaked into his ass.

"I think that's a good color for you," Silus said. "I was wondering where I'd left it..."

Mary flushed, looking down as she reached up, tugging her bra up under her arms and leaning back on Ryan's muzzle, forcing him to the bed and giving Silus a view of her chest. She took Ryan's legs, pulling them apart and freeing the lion's paws so he could bring them to her.

He grinned, cupping her chest and massaging her tits, making her moan. "That's it... Let it all out... Let him hear how much you love this..." the lion said.

She moaned again, getting closer and closer to the edge. She opened her eyes enough to see the lion starting to pick up his pace, feeling Ryan moaning into her cunt harder and harder. She knew what was coming, but even so, she was surprised.

Silus pulled out of Ryan's ass suddenly, grabbing his cock and stroking it two, maybe three times. She was seeing it properly, realizing how much thicker it was than Ryan's, and after a moment, she got another comparison as well. The lion's cock flexed, throbbed, and started to shoot as rope after rope of his cum splashed out onto the buck's chastity cage, balls, and stomach.

Watching another man cum on her husband... She bit her lip, arching her head back as Ryan's tongue plunged deeper. She gritted her teeth, close to the edge, about to tip... when the lion's paw reached over and rubbed her mound slightly, slowly dipping down to her clit. "Show him how much you love it...." Silus whispered.

She arched and gritted her teeth, shouting suddenly as she felt herself falling, her pussy breaking on his muzzle and sending rivulets of her juices running down his muzzle. She panted hard, leaning forward and nearly face-planting into the lion's cum covering her husband's caged junk. She swallowed, looking up at him and panting hard.

"I think I got your tie a little messy..." she murmured.

Silus chuckled, reaching down and loosening it, tugging it off of her neck. "It's fine," he said. "I'll just have it dry cleaned." He smiled. "But I'll trade you..." he offered.

Mary's brow rose as she slowly slid forward off of Ryan's muzzle, leaning the buck coated in both her fluids and the lions. "Trade?" she asked.

Silus reached to the floor, picking up his pants and rooting around in the pocket for a moment. He slowly tugged a key out, suspended on a simple, metal chain. He leaned over, looping it around her neck and letting it hang. "Enjoy," he said. And without another word, he pulled on his clothes, buttoned his shirt, and laughed before waving goodbye.

Mary was confused for a moment, and then, her eyes fell to the cum soaked cage. And from there, up to Ryan's still somewhat horrified face. Horrified and something else.

Needy.

She laughed softly, then reached down, running her fingers over the key around her neck. "Oh... We're going to have a lot of fun...." she murmured. "Aren't we, faggot?"

Ryan's ears folded slightly, but in the same moment, his tongue slid from his muzzle, licking his lips. Tasting her again. He nodded.

Mary smiled.