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Amelia Can't Fornicate

Hers was a body that was lithe and dainty. A young woman, she couldn't have been much older than... 24? 25? Yes, 25 at the oldest. Her fur was unique, being not brown, or black, or blonde... but pink. A pink so vibrant in fact, one would say it was rose.

She wasn't the tallest person around. Even among her species, she erred on being a tad bit short. It made her somewhat easy to overlook. Had it not been for her pink hair and fur, you'd easily forget about her. But what she may have lacked in vertical height, she more than made up with in personality. She was vivacious and charming, with one look from her verdant eyes and charming lips being capable of disarming anyone.

But...

You wouldn't know that now however... not with how docile she was being.

Oh yeah, she's a cat, by the way. A lithe and feminine feline, one with long pink hair and grassy green eyes. She moved with style and grace, with pomp and poise, as befitting her species. Who cares if she was short? That meant little to her! With a personality as big as hers, she made sure everyone and anyone knew it!

But, again... you wouldn't know that now.

This bedroom she was in... it was modest. A modest drawer, a modest vanity mirror, a modest closet, and a modest bed fit for two. She sat upon it, raised up on her knees, her sprightly and dainty body erect as her tail slithered along her back. Her perky chest was so pronounced, and the silhouette of her narrow waist and shapely hips were visible beneath her semi-transparent nightgown. To anyone staring at her right now, they'd see her as an effervescent and youthful goddess.

But that face of hers... it was all wrong.

She wasn't smiling, wasn't grinning, wasn't chuckling, nor was there a glow in those green eyes of hers. Instead, she was pale, wearing a frown on her lips, and appearing unsure. On her face was extravagantly applied makeup. Red lipstick that made her lips pop with vibrancy. Mascara that made her lashes appear long and queenly. And black eye shadow that gave her an allure of danger and mystique. Any man who saw her would be weak in the knees, especially if she were to smile at them.

When she put all of this on fifteen minutes ago, she felt sexy, powerful, and confident. The number of times she smiled or blew kisses at herself were too numerous to count! Her husband's jaw was going to drop when he saw her!

And it did. When he came home following his job, his jaw hung open when he saw her. She was ready for him, posing with her arms above her head and her chest pushed out. It must've taken everything in his power to not tackle her to the floor right then and there!

But...

He left for the bathroom. He wanted to shower before their tryst that night. And it was as he washed in his shower that she felt her confidence begin to wane... and then plummet. She knew what was going to happen before it even happened. The moment he emerged from their bathroom, he was going to be wearing his towel around his waist. His body would be glistening with water as he smelled of fresh soaps. And when those brown eyes of his stared at him, and that sexy smolder appeared on his lips, she was going to break.

And, no, she wasn't going to break in the good way.

Her ears twitched, hearing the sound of their shower being turned off. The squeaking of the knob made her heart pang in her chest, and caused her to let loose a gasp of apprehension. This grew worse when she heard him step out of the shower, and start humming that loose tune to himself he always hummed when showering. This was followed by the sound of him dragging his towel along his body, followed by the sound of him grabbing the door knob.

Twist! Click!

And turning it.

Eeeaaaarrrrk!

The door opened up.

“Amy...?”

Still sitting upright, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to face the bathroom. Just as she thought, he was standing there with that towel around his waist. A human man by the name of--

“Dwight...”

He was tall. He was dark. He was handsome. He was practically everything his wife wasn't.

Dwight Howard was his name... and, honestly, his name was far cooler than he was. But you wouldn't know that from eyesight alone. Dwight – or just 'Ike' as most people called him – was a tall human male. His skin was of the darker complexion, with black hair that was always neatly groomed, and this goatee on his chin that always looked so damn stylish. And his body? Oh, his body was built, almost Adonis-like she would say.

He had these broad shoulders, and this rippling musculature. His figure was like that of a basketball player, being speedy, yet also strong. Coupled with his height which towered over hers – she only came to his chest when standing next to him – and she truly felt like her husband was a titan among men.

Was that just her being hyperbolic? Merely building up her husband in her eyes as being something more than he was? Well... maybe... but no. To Amelia, Ike was truly perfect. He was tall, he was handsome, he was strong, and he was so damn kind. Despite his suave features that wouldn't look out of place on a daring spy, when he smiled at her – like how he was smiling now – she felt her body grow warm.

But... and there's always a 'but', isn't there? Aaaah. But... Amelia's eyes trailed down her husband's glistening body. As the fresh scent of his soaps started to tickle her nostrils, she came face to face with the towel he had wrapped around his waist... and the member he had hidden beneath for modesty.

She had seen it many, many, many times before... and yet it always brought the same feeling.

Dread.

When Amelia first saw her husband's penis, it was years ago now. Heh, they weren't even married yet. Just a couple of college students who – free of their parents' supervision – were finally capable of experiencing each other's bodies. What were once kisses and makeout sessions in the back of his car, finally turned into a night of passion at his college dorm. His roommate was out for the night, so they had the entire room together.

She remembered the blush of embarrassment on his face. For all of his cool looks and cooler name, he could be surprisingly bashful at times. So, being the confident feline she was, Amelia took it upon herself to calm Ike down. She played it off all cool, acting as if it was no big deal. They both aced their Health classes and watched porn, so they already knew how this went, right?

Jeeze... her cheeks were probably redder than his were.

But she puffed out her chest, kissed him on the neck, and slowly undid his pants with her trembling hands. Excitement began traveling through the both of them as they kissed and kissed. They were embarrassed, they were fumbling around, they weren't quite sure what they were doing... but they did it anyway. And after a few minutes of teasing and tugging, Amelia finally pulled down her then-boyfriend's pants.

And it was her jaw that dropped.

Ike was big. Ike was hung. Ike was huge. Ike was every word for 'large' that a person could come up with.

And it scared her.

He took her virginity that night... but it wasn't as magical as she thought it would be. She knew the myth of the 'virgin orgasm' was just that: a myth. But it didn't make her feel any better. What did make her feel better was how gentle he was with her after it. How he apologized profusely, how he kissed her, how he hugged her, and how he reassured her.

But for as much as he apologized, there was nothing he could do... for it wasn't him who needed to apologize. In Amy's eyes, it was her who failed.

They attempted several more times during their college days to have sex. But no matter what they did or didn't do, it almost always ended the same. Whenever that cock revealed itself, she grew frightened, and all of her attempts to satiate the beast resulted in failure. The most she could do was give him a handjob, or a boobjob, or intercrural sex, but anything more than that left her sputtering. A blowjob? Out of the question; he was going to choke her to death with that thing. And outright penetration – vaginal or anal – was far, far, far too terrifying to even consider.

But what made it worse was how she kept tricking herself into thinking she was capable. When her husband was wearing those fine clothes and looked like the professional businessman he was, she felt positive in taking him. His confidence inspired her confidence. But it was more than that; she just wanted to connect with her husband. They were married for Pete's sake! They couldn't keep pussyfooting around with what amounted to hardcore foreplay!

And yet...

No matter how much he kissed her, how much he fingered her, how much he ate her out, and no matter how wet she got from it all... she just couldn't do it. He was too fucking big. And tonight, the same feeling was befalling her.

As Ike drew closer and closer, her heart began pinging in her chest. When he sat on the bed next to her, that pinging grew into panicked beating! But when his arm and hand wrapped around her curvy shoulders and gripped her tight, her body grew warm and relaxed. Scared of his penis though she may be, her husband was still her husband. The loving look in his brown eyes and the charming smile on his lips were warmer than a summer blanket on Sunday. Amy was drawn in by her husband, who pulled her closer and closer. Together, their eyes grew closed, their lips pursed, and before she knew it...

“Nmmm~”

“Mmmff...”

They were kissing.

Amy turned, facing her husband fully as their kissing grew more passionate. As tongues started to press and grind against tongues, the feline pressed her lithe body up against his. Her hands sat on his broad chest, gripping him tenderly while she fitted herself into his lap. And as the seconds ticked on, she drew ever closer, outright sitting upon him as her hands wrapped around his neck, and her perky breasts pressed against his flat chest. His hands – mirroring hers – wrapped around her thin waist, gripping her tenderly and pulling her in.

Atop him she laid, trading kisses and smacking lips, mixing moans with one another. Their hands too grew more courageous as they gripped and groped at one another. Amy's dainty hands slid along his chiseled features, while Ike groped and groped at her peach-shaped butt. The translucent nightgown she wore did little to defend her shapely ass, so when his powerful palms squeezed upon her sumptuous butt, she wiggled her hips into his grasp. Playful giggles even left her lips while she pulled back, breaking their kiss with a lewd and loud--

Pop!

Green eyes glowing with desire and lust, Amy stared into her husband's face with that wicked grin of hers. He matched her grin with one of his own as the air between them grew hotter and hotter.

And something between Ike's legs grew stiffer and stiffer.

If her nightgown did a poor job of hiding her body beneath, then what of his measly towel? When he started to get hard, this prominent bulge began emerging between his legs, and that bulge began grinding against Amy's inner thigh. A sudden surge of fear rocked through her chest upon realizing what it was, but she let out a deep breath. Keeping her cool, she nodded in an affirmative manner... and dropped her hand down.

Even through his towel, Ike's thick cock produced a bulging outline that sent shudders down Amy's spine. The feline even looked down, feeling her breathing stiffen as she stroked her dainty digits up and down his swollen cock. Towel or no towel, she could feel the way his dick pulsated with randy need and virile desire. And for all of the feline's cool elegance and composure before, it almost immediately melted into a disheveled and kooky smile. Even her cheeks were as red as a tomato!

“I-i-is it me... o-or... or is it b-bigger than usual?” she asked whilst looking up at her husband, who replied with a smirk of his own.

“Weell... you of all people would know, wouldn't you, Amy?” he replied.

She tilted her head at him, her kooky smile shifting into an annoyed pout. Even her ears were twitching in an obvious showing of irritation. This cocky dick! He was well aware of her... let's say 'apprehension' towards his penis! If anyone should know, it was him!

But she wasn't an idiot. She knew what he was really doing. That challenging look in his eye, that sexy smolder on his lips, the way his penis throbbed beneath her touch; he was obviously goading her. But... what makes her a bigger idiot? Falling for his tricks in the first place? Or knowing he was goading her... and falling for it regardless?

“Mrgrgr! T-take this off!”

Gripping the towel her husband wore, Amelia shot him an annoyed glare as she quickly undid its knot and pulled back. It slid down his toned hips and strong legs, and after sliding down a few inches too far...

Fwip!

It sprang to life... and all that aggressive might and power she felt immediately left her.

Dwight was well-endowed. That was true back then, and that was doubly true now. Seriously, Amelia would swear her husband grew bigger in the years since college! This long and thick dick of his had a diameter that was wider than her wrist, with a swollen head that was almost bright red. Veins were strewn up and down his shaft, while his balls were heavy and tight. And from the tip of it oozed precum which glistened in the light of their bedroom.

Like time and time before, Amelia wore a face of shock, awe, and fear as she bore witness to her husband's dick. Dwight's penis was this mighty spire; a rod of such great length and size that she swore it would put horses to shame! And when it towered over her, she was further reminded of how stark the difference in their sizes were... and how tinier she was in relation.

He was six foot six. She was five foot one on a good day. The difference in height between them was staggering. But never – not once – was that ever bothersome. It only became an issue in the bedroom. And that issue made her scared.

Amelia swallowed her spit, frightened by the throbbing pillar of meat that stood before her. It cast a shadow upon her face, one that not even her green eyes could not penetrate. The shivers that traveled up and down her body weren't from sexual desire, but apprehension. In her mind, all she could see was this thing penetrating her... and causing nothing but pain.

Dwight was her husband, so he knew well the changes in her body. He saw the way she shuddered, how her face turned blank, and how her green eyes began to quiver. That cocky smirk he wore faded quickly, shifting into something more concerned. He even reached his hand up to touch her. But before he could move too far, Amelia drew her hand closer.

Looking up at her husband, the feline placed her hand upon the side of his length, and gently began to stroke it. She wore this alluring and erotic face, coupled with this assured grin she wore on her cherry-red lips. But... it was all a show. Her tail was pointed down... and it was vibrating quickly.

She was startled... frightened...

Amy clutched Ike's dick, stroking it gently. Her dainty fingers traveled from the hilt to the glands, brushing along his shaft and making him melt. Deep moans left her husband's lips as he leaned back, with his shoulders keeping his body propped up ever so slightly. While she may be scared of this massive manhood of his, knowing that she still had the ability to make him melt was a boon to her spirits.

Perhaps tonight she'd finally be able to... no... not yet. She didn't want to jinx herself yet.

While the rose feline may have been frightened of her husband's length, she wasn't going to let that fear stop her from pleasing her husband. She knew his dick inside and out, knew what it was capable of... and knew how to please it. So as Ike began melting more beneath her touches, she drew in closer, and extended her tongue.

“Sliiiiccckk~! Nmmm~”

This? Oh, Amelia could handle this.

Wearing a wicked grin, she began dragging her nimble tongue along the side of her husband's dick. The touch was simple but no less pleasing, as Dwight started melting further. The talented tongue of his wife trailed along the veins on his shaft, gliding from the base up to the glands and back again. Amelia herself began wiggling her hips, indulging in the sounds her husband made... as his taste and scent grew stronger.

“Aah... Ammyyyy,” he groaned, his voice reverberating through her ears.

He may have just finished taking a shower, but his natural musk was still strong enough to fight off the odor of his soaps. It flowed into her nostrils, making them twitch, and causing her to wiggle her hips all the more as she drew in closer.

Wrapping her dainty fingers around his shaft as best she could, the pink cat performed harsher and stronger licks, truly draaaggggiiinnnng her tongue along her husband's cock. Oh, his taste was phenomenal. It brought out such erotic moans from her, and caused the smile on her lips to grow wider and wider.

This was such erotic torture for her. As shameless as it was to say, Amy truly thought Ike's dick was beautiful. Its size and girth were peerless, and when his precum slipped upon her tongue--

“Nmmmm~~~”

Her eyes fluttered with an erotic desire.

His cock would be mouth-watering... if it didn't scare her so damn much. But whenever those feelings of fear and apprehension began to rise, she started stuffing them down again. She couldn't let it bring her down; she needed to remain strong in the face of adversity. Even if that 'adversity' was her husband's penis.

Placing her face to the bottom of Dwight's dick, Amy gave a wicked whiff of his cock that caused her eyes to flutter. It was so damn hot and sweaty. With one sniff, the natural musk of her husband's body went straight to her brain, making her ears twitch and her body shudder, followed by an erotic--

“Nyaaaaaaahh~~~”

With all that makeup on her face and the expression she wore, Amy looked like a slut. The way her eyes glazed over with lust, how her mouth and tongue hung open, the white-hot breaths that left her lips; she showed nothing but complete slavish devotion to her husband and his member. Here's to hoping she could keep that energy going.

Gripping the side of his cock, Amy began stroking her dainty digits along its glorious shaft, feeling it pulsate and throb against her touch. At the same time, her tongue began dragging along its other side, lathering it in her spit. All the while, her tail... continued to remain low and vibrate, showing her two intentions.

It was like she was at war with herself. Her body was hot, her pussy oozing with nectar. But her mind was in flux, fearing that this mighty dick of his was going to split her in half. Ike once again noticed it, and gritted his teeth. Rising up, he came close to touching her, but Amy sprung up.

Still wearing a face of lust and desire, the rose feline sat upright before her husband, positioning her chest above his cock. She shot him a sensual glare, her fangs biting into her bottom lip as she gripped the bodice of her nightgown. For a few seconds she held it tight... and then pulled it down.

Swip! Plap! Plap!

Was it arrogant to say that Amy was proud of her body? Maybe... but that didn't make it any less true. The pink cat had a job as a real estate agent, and she took that job very seriously. And you know what's important in the world of property management? Looking damn good!

The rose feline made sure to pay close attention to her outward appearance and figure. She worked out consistently, whether it be running around their neighborhood in the morning, or even heading to the local gym alongside her friends. She was far from a gym bro (or gym sis in this situation? Is that even a thing?), but you'd never say she was flabby, loose or fat in any way.

She boxercises for heaven's sake!

As expected of her species, Amy's body was slender and graceful, capable of these flawless strides that would make royalty blush. From her shapely hips and butt, to her narrow waist and her perky chest, she stood and even sat with perfect posture. And those breasts of hers? The pink cat wasn't a shortstack, but damn was she proud of her breasts. How perky they were, how they didn't really need a bra to support them, and their spherical shape, made her tits damn near impossible to gaze away from. And with those hard pink nipples of hers? Ooooooh! How could she not be proud!?

When she pulled down her bodice, her perky breasts bounced to attention. Whatever thoughts were going through Ike's head at the moment were thrown away when his wife revealed her tits. It doesn't matter how many times he sees them, he was always going to be enamored.

Bringing over his hand, Ike placed it upon the side of his wife's body. She stiffened under his touch, her fangs biting even harder into her bottom lip as his familiar touch began stroking along her figure. From her shapely hips up her narrow waist and towards her perky breasts; he idly groped all of her. And when her hard nipple pressed against the palm of his hand, he gave her a taunting squeeze.

“Nyhhhnnh~~~!”

Amy stiffened further in his touch, before arching her back to push more of her tit into his awaiting palm. Moving in closer, Dwight pursed his lips, capturing his wife's mouth into his own, bringing her into a kiss. She kissed back, moaning from his taste as he continued groping her tit around and around in circles. He knew how to touch her and where to touch her, being sure to flick and pinch upon her hard nipple to trigger these jolts and pulses through her body. He even knew of this one spot under her right boob, one that when he scratched...

“Nyaaah~!?”

Amy's entire body grew as stiff as a board!

Her green eyes opened wide as she looked up at Dwight, seeing him grin back at her. That cocky smirk... it made her growl with annoyance and determination! Placing her hand on her husband's chest, the rose feline pushed him back, making him laugh as he was laid upon the bed. When he looked up, Amelia slipped over on all fours, still glaring at him... before bringing her eyes back down towards his member.

Amy's heart plummeted, and her tail did likewise. Once again vibrating in a showing of agitation, her mind couldn't help but to wonder if she was ready to take him. Her pussy was wet – she felt the primal need to breed – but all she could think about was the pain and fear of this big thing spreading her apart! She needed to further prepare him.

Once again dropping down, Amelia dragged her tongue from the bottom of his cock all the way to the top. But this time, she hovered at the rim of his dick. This time, she parted her cherry-red lips around his member, and pushed down.

“Nmmmm~~~”

“Aaaah...”

Flavor. Hot, spicy, salty, flavor. It flowed into her mouth, giving her his taste, and making her eyes flutter because of it. Amy hummed around her husband's massive member, her once vibrating tail standing upright and curling in a showing of affection. Even her eyes closed shut as her expression shifted into something of pure elation.

She then began pushing down. And her heart began racing.

Ike's cock was huge. It was always huge. And while sucking on it felt less scary than being perpetrated by it, the sheer size of his dick was still the same. So when Amy began sucking on him – began really sucking on – she almost forgot that it was too big for her.

Dwight's dick pushed down upon her maw, causing her to sputter as she took in a third or so of it. Or was it only a fourth? Dammit! He was so big and she was so much shorter in comparison, it always made it awkward to suck him off!

But she wanted to suck him off! She adored his taste, moaning even as the aches and pains of his endowment began to gnaw at her. Her tongue slithered and swirled around the head of his cock as best it could, and its throbs triggered throbs in her body as well.

“Nnnyyhhnnmmph~~~ Glunk! Glunk! Glunk! Glunk!”

So... this first fourth or third of his cock would have to do for now. She suckled around Dwight's member, moaning as it glided along her tongue and towards her throat; again and again and again. Spit and precum mixed together within her maw, and both bubbled from her lips to spread along her cheeks and ooze down her chin. And with her lipstick on, lines of red were painted up and down Ike's glorious shaft. All the while, she looked up at him with a slutty visage of lust, indulging in his taste, and the deep, erotic moans she brought from his lips.

“Aah...! Hnnggh...! Oh... Amy... Aaaahh...”

She knew of girls who could do more than this. She knew of girls who could deepthroat a cock this massive! And – honestly – that bewildered her. How could anyone do such a thing? That sounded impossible!

But, damn, did she want to do it. How she yearned to deepthroat Ike, or let him plunge into her pussy all night long for that matter. Why stop there? She wanted to experience anal sex too! And the positions! Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, suspended congress, reverse suspended congress, and a full-nelson too! And with how big he was, he'd easily be able to put her into all those positions... and more.

Unfortunately...

Unfortunately, despite all of Amy's sexual fantasies, she was still afraid of this massive member she sucked on. The way it throbbed, how hot it was, and how big it was, all sent shudders of fear down her spine. How could she ever think about handling such a thing in all those positions, if mere missionary was still frightening to her? For now, those fantasies would just be that: fantasies. Not until she finally gained the courage to...

“Shlurrrrp! Pop! Nyaaah~ Oh... hnnn~! Ikey~” Amy moaned as she pulled off his dick.

Spit and precum popped from her mouth, flung about in this lewd spray of lust and desire that stained his pelvis. Bridges of their combined fluids even hung from the tip of his dick towards her lips, connected them... until she licked her lips to break those bridges free. Moaning as well as panting, the lust-drunk feline looked up towards her husband as she rested his cock along her face. And in a further display of her desire, she tapped his mighty spire along her cheek, moaning from each and every touch.

“I... Nyaaaahh~ I think I'm ready~”

She hated having to say such a thing like that. Any normal woman would just take their husband's cock when they were wet enough. But here's Amy, needing to tell him specifically when she was ready. She wished she could just take him whenever she wanted to take him, like the aggressive feline she was! Ugh! This was both an insult to her womanhood, and her predatory species!

This was only made worse when Dwight said...

“Heh... don't worry, Amy... I'll be gentle...”

What a prick!

It annoyed her! It annoyed her to no end hearing him say something like that! But... it also made her feel so reassured. Ike was always gentle with her, never pushy or forceful, because he knew how uncomfortable his 'endowment' made her. If he was pushy or forceful with her, he wouldn't just break her body, he'd probably break her mind as well.

But, damn, Amy wouldn't mind if he was a teensy bit rougher with her. Maybe pull her hair a bit, perhaps pin her to the bed in a mating press. So many things she wanted to try, but she couldn't because of how scared she was.

So for now, the rose feline rested back on their bed, gripping the blankets next to her head. Despite her trepidation, she wore this vivacious and alluring smile... while her tail continued to vibrate in a showing of distress. Ike noticed this, but he moved nonetheless. It was odd, really; he knew how scared of his dick Amy was, but he also knew that if he cut things off now, he'd just anger her. Besides...

He really wanted to make love to his wife!

Looking down, he watched as Amelia spread her legs, revealing her moist womanhood to him. Her fur ran in various shades between bright pinks and vibrant reds, and yet her glistening cunt still found a way to be so bright. It shimmered against her fur, glowing in the light of the bedroom, with this immaculate shape to it... and this throbbing clit.

Amy's appreciation for her body extended even down here. Was it egotistical to be proud of one's pussy? Yes, yes it was; there's no arguing that. But nothing could change how she appreciated her own form, be it nude or clothed. And nothing could change how much her body burned when Dwight's gaze traveled along her naked form.

Amelia took in a deep breath, her chest expanding and her perky tits bouncing against one another. The erotic sight of her body with all its feminine and feline grace, caused Ike's cock to bounce and throb to attention. Gripping it by the hilt, he drew closer, pressing the swollen head of his penis against his wife's mound.

And Amy locked up.

All of her pomp and poise, all of her alluring eroticism, all of her sensual grace... flew right out the window. Dwight's dick – all hot and big and throbbing – began pressing even harder against her pussy. He knew her body; he knew exactly how to penetrate her. That wasn't the issue. The issue was...

Well...

Puuuuusssh...

“HOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!”

That wasn't a cry of pleasure.

Have you ever had an antenna TV? Ya'know? Like... well... a TV with antennas on it! Those two wire poles that stick out from the top! Amy wasn't so old that she grew up in a time where antenna TVs were the norm. She had a cellphone by the time she turned twelve! Buuuuuuut, she did have a grandfather who had this old antenna TV that he watched all of his programs through. And whenever the antenna of his TV were misaligned, the screen would begin to distort as static took over. That's what Amy was experiencing right now.

Static.

Her body locked up in place, her eyes grew wider than saucers, and her ears and tail started jerking around in random directions. Even her fur seemed to start swaying unnaturally as her husband's cock began penetrating her! But it all paled in comparison to the howling wail she let out from her lips. And that howling wail...

Slip!

Caused Dwight to pull out.

“A-Amy?” he said.

She was panting, her chest heaving up and down like she'd run a marathon. Looking up at her husband, the pink cat gritted her teeth as she wore an anxious expression. He was more concerned; worried that he had hurt her in any way.

“Ikey...” she whispered, calling him to attention.

“Ah... Amy... I...”

Cutting himself short and shaking his head, Dwight reached down and grabbed his wife, pulling her up from off the bed. She rested her head along his shoulder, embraced against his taller body, while he whispered into her ear,

“I-I'm sorry. I was being too pushy, wasn't I? It's... it's okay... we don't have to rush it tonight...”

He continued whispering into her ears, saying reassuring and loving things that would make any woman's heart melt... but not Amy's. As she rested her head on her husband's shoulder, she no longer wore that anxious expression, nor did she appear safe in his hold. Instead, she appeared distant... and angry.

She felt hollow on the inside. And, no, it wasn't because of anything Dwight did. It was because of herself.

Another night that has ended in failure.

…

Alright! Let's take this from the top!

Amelia Howard nee Hilton was a woman of three worlds. There was Amelia Howard, the real estate agent. Working at Foster Realtors, she performed her duties with incredible skill and grace. A masterful orator, she easily beguiled her clients, promising them not just homes, but futures as well. And it was with that skillful tongue of hers that she sold several houses during the winter season alone!

That's only a slight exaggeration.

Then there was Amy Howard, the wife. Loving and doting, she was the perfect partner to her husband, Dwight. She wasn't just some submissive housewife who was waiting to have children. As cliché as it may be to sound, they really were a team, as they rarely made any significant decisions without talking it over with one another. The two built each other up, propping and pushing each other forward towards their ever oncoming futures.

And then there was Ames Howard, the fashionista goth. Yes, that's right, goth.

If you were to see her on the street, you'd think she was some cool beauty who you couldn't approach. The leather jacket, the pleated skirt with the studded belt, the spiked choker, the fishnet top that looked like a bra, and those knee-high boots! All she was missing were various piercings to really complete the look.

But then you'd approach her, and she'd look at you with a beaming expression that could light up a dark field on a starless sky. The pink cat may look the part, but she certainly didn't act it!

Amy Howard was a young woman, and an adventurous one at that. You'd think with her job and prospects of starting a family, that she'd at least think about slowing down... and you'd be wrong. If anything, her dreams of starting a family only caused her to grow more adventurous! There were still things she wanted to do before she had kids! But she was starting to wonder if she'd ever have kids. How can she have kids if--

“Ikey's penis scares me!”

“Grrrggh! D-dammit, Ames! Can you not shout out stupid shit for a few seconds!?”

What do you do after another night of failed coitus with your husband? You spend the next day ranting to your friends! And where do you rant to your friends? At the one dinner in the world that could possibly put up with your ranting antics.

J.J.'s! With that (in)famous slogan, 'Shut up! It's tasty!'

They've eaten at J.J.'s for as long as she could remember, always sitting at the same booth at the back of the diner next to the windows. Before Amy was a strawberry milkshake (her favorite) that she nursed on gingerly while wearing a face of defeat... while sitting with two others.

The pink cat may walk the walk but not talk the talk of a goth... but the same couldn't be said for her two best friends in the whole wide world. They looked the part... and they certainly acted it as well!

Bridget Trainer had been Amy's friend since they were young. Hell, she was probably the one who got her into all of this goth fashion during their early teen years!

Bridget was a wolf... and was quite the hell-raiser. Her body was an onyx black... but that didn't extend to her hair. Instead of being black, gray, or any shade thereof, her hair was this vibrant and attractive purple. It ran in various shades between fuchsia, lavender and violet, and really made her pop. Styled into a side ponytail, it hung over the right side of her face in several thick bangs.

The wolfess oozed the word 'cool'. The way she sat with one leg bent over the other, the black eye shadow that gave her an allure of danger, and those burning red eyes that could pierce the darkness, made her as dangerous and as unapproachable as her species should be. Couple that with her clothes, and her danger was only amplified. This black jacket that hung open on her shoulders, the knee-high boots that look strong enough to crush skulls beneath them, the black torn crop-top beneath which exposed her abs, and the red necktie that crested along her busty and pronounced chest.

Her body was as sporty as one would expect of a wolfess. Being taller than Amy, she wasn't as lithe as her friend, instead being more voluptuous. From the shape and contours to her butt, to the narrow width of her waistline, and the pumped up upper-body of her chest, she was just a few muscles short of being an outright amazon. Those abs on her stomach – the same abs she gleefully flaunted with her torn crop-top – certainly helped. And her breasts? Oh, her breasts were so much bigger!

In their youths, she drove her parents mad with her wild antics. It wasn't because she was ready to engage in behavior ill-fit for a growing wolf (though that certainly helped), but more thanks to her being rather honest... to a blunt degree. She never – ever – held her tongue, and almost always told everyone what was on her mind, be it good or bad.

It was usually bad.

Next to the wolfess was the last member of their little trio, the bat, Rebecca Dole. The rubenesque bat, Rebecca Dole. The rubenesque bat with breasts bigger than Amy's head, Rebecca Dole!

Whereas Bridget could come off as aggressive and abrasive, Rebecca was far more restrained and relaxed. She always sat there being mostly quiet, while wearing this cool face that looked like it could penetrate a person's soul. And with her eyes being such a vibrant blue, she could possibly pull it off. Her fur was tan while her hair was blacker than the midnight sky, with her locks being blunt along with her bangs. Well, save for the blunt bangs that fell long enough to cover the left side of her face in this cool and indifferent veil.

Much like Amy and Bridget, she wore clothing that wouldn't be out of place on a goth girl. The leather vest, the studded bracelet, the apple-bottom jeans that hugged close to her curvy hips and butt, the crop-top that exposed her navel... and the navel piercing she had. Rebecca was the type of girl who didn't even need to tell you to 'Get lost'. She just glared at you, and you understood very well that your presence wasn't needed.

But, damn, was she impossible not to look at. The term 'shortstack' can be tossed around often, and she certainly lived up to it. While she was a smidgen taller than Amy – being somewhere in between the rose feline and their athletic wolfess friend – she was erred on being shorter than average. But what she lacked in vertical height, she more than made up for in terms of her 'assets'. Again, her breasts were huge, and a majority of the gazes she got were directed straight towards her chest. Then you'd look up, and you'd see her glaring at you.

Whereas Bridget was Amy's friend since childhood, Rebecca was her friend since college. Somehow, this cheery cat who smiled brighter than the sun attracted these two dour goths as friends... and she never questioned why.

“I don't get it,” muttered Rebecca as she crossed her arms beneath her generous bosom, her tone studious and relaxed, “Why are you telling us that you're afraid of Dwight's dick?”

“W-well, can't you see the problem with that!?” shouted the feline as she slammed her hands on their table and sprung upwards, “How can I have sex with my husband if his penis scares me!?” Grab! “Huh?”

“Ames...” Bridget growled as she grabbed her friend by the wrist, “Sit... DOWN!”

Pull!

“Ah!?”

“Jeeze! Like... fuckin' dammit, Ames! We're in the middle of fuckin' J.J.'s! Can't you be a little more tactful with your words!? I don't want people runnin' around thinkin' you're some crazy pervert cuz you keep yappin' about Ike's cock!” palming her head, she shook it, “Guh...! Now you got me shoutin' about this shit...!”

“That doesn't answer my previous question,” Rebecca spoke up as she leaned up on the table, resting her breasts upon its smooth surface, “Why are you telling us about Dwight's dick? That sounds like something you should tell your therapist... or your physician...”

“Because...! W-well... I...!” Amy shook her head, “I don't need to talk to a therapist; there's nothing wrong with our relationship, it's perfect! Dwight is so sweet to me, and helpful, and supportive, and we always talk, and everything...”

“Tch... that sounds boring if you ask me...” Bridget muttered, “What's the point of a relationship if you don't get into arguments...?”

“And that's why you're always single,” Amy replied with a wry grin... before sighing and shaking her head, “Look, there's no one I can talk to about this but you guys. It's just that... ah... Ikey's penis is... like...” raising her hand, she held it many inches apart from one another, her green eyes darting between her palms, “It's like... this long... n-no... a bit longer... and... it's... like... thicker than my wrist. I swear, I didn't know humans could have penises that big. I thought it was a myth...”

“Please, stop tellin' us about your husband's dick,” Bridget bemoaned as she leaned her head back and rolled her eyes, “I'm startin' to agree with Becca; why are you tellin' us this? Why should we care about how hung your man is?”

“Because, like...” Amy blushed as she stammered in place, “I-isn't it bad for guys if they can't, y-ya'know...? Handle that problem? Doesn't it stop them from thinking straight during work and s-stuff? I-I don't want Ikey messing up his job because he can't orgasm!”

“Shhhhhh! D-dammit, Ames!” Bridget growled again, “Gosh! Keep your voice in! Fuck! We should've just talked at the park or at the gym or somethin'! Fuck!”

“So... what?” Rebecca said, her voice more restrained, “You just... don't let Dwight cum or something...?”

“N-no, that's not it,” Amy said as she pressed her index fingers together, “I mean... like... I use my thighs... and he rubs his penis along my chest sometimes. B-but I can't do much more than that. All the things we try always scare me or hurt me. He nearly drowned me in his seed when I blew him once, so we can't do that either...”

“Daaaaammnnn... that fuckin' sucks,” Bridget commented, “I didn't know Ike was packin' that kinda heat between his legs...”

“Look, I-I don't want Ikey suffering because I can't please him,” Amy said as she looked to the side and groaned, “B-but I'm just not ready yet. So... I've been thinking about how to handle this problem, and I'm trying to see if you guys'll help me.”

“It's easy,” said the wolfess with this wry grin, “Just buy Ike a sex toy. I'm sure he'd get a fuckin' blast outta a onahole.”

“An... onahole...?” Amy repeated, her head tilted to the side as a metaphorical question mark popped out of her head, “What... what's that...?”

“You're joking, right?”

“Ames...” said Rebecca, her eyebrow raised as her ears twitched, “I don't...? What are you asking of us? How are we supposed to help you out with your marital problems?”

“Okay, look...” said the cat as she straightened up, making Bridget roll her eyes.

“Oh here we go. Whenever you say 'Okay, look' like that, it's usually followed by some nonsensical bullshit...” she leaned her head over, “What is it, Ames? What is it you were plannin'?”

She opened her mouth to speak... but instead her face turned redder than a tomato. That is not good. Amy was a woman with seemingly no spatial awareness. There were times where she blurted out incredibly inappropriate things in public without hesitation. She didn't do so to cause outrage or get a reaction out of people, she did so because she was a bit of a klutz!

So to have her suddenly grow quiet was... telling to say the least. It caused both Rebecca and Bridget to lean upright, eyeing their friend quizzically and critically.

“Ameeessss...” said the wolfess, “What are you askin'...?”

The feline took a deep breath. For a moment, it looked like she was actually going to be serious... only for her face to break as this furious blush adorned her cheeks.

“Will you two have sex with Ikey for me...!?”

Silence...

Silence...

…

…

…

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

All of J.J.'s rattled at that moment. If people were ignoring them now, they certainly heard them now when Bridget's voice rang throughout the diner! She turned heads easily, garnering curious glances from the few other patrons at the store, including the restaurant associates. Not Caster, the chef however. He continued on grilling as if nothing was happening.

“Amelia Howard, what the fuck kinda question is that!?” the wolfess snarled.

Even Rebecca – who was usually indifferent and cool – wore this face of confusion as she looked at Amy. The feline herself blushed even worse than before, her hands curling as she closed her eyes tight.

“P-please don't be so loud about it!” she stammered, “I-it was difficult enough to ask you this!”

“Oh my fuckin'... guh!” Bridget groaned, “You should be lucky there's no smoking indoors, cuz I could fuckin' use one right now!”

“Ames...” Rebecca murmured, “What could possibly possess you to ask something so... outlandish?”

“I-it's not that crazy... is it...?” the feline replied, before taking a deep breath, “Ugh... look... I... I've been thinking about it at night a lot lately. I don't wanna think about it... but...” she gazed to the side, her face this intense blush of embarrassment, “Like... i-it must hurt Ikey when he can't... y-ya'know... 'relieve' himself, right? And... if he's running around at work with his penis all big and backed up, he won't be able to focus! What if he can't concentrate on something at work, and he loses his job!”

“Ames... no man has lost a job due to blue balls,” said Bridget as she leaned forward on their table, “What you're sayin' is abso-fuckin'-lutely insane!”

“Ah! I...! I mean! Y-yeah! B-but... aaaaah...” the pink cat took a deep breath, “E-even if that's the case, it's a wife's duty to tend to her husband's physical needs, right? And... I can't do that. Dwight does it for me all the time, and... all I can do is just... give him a boobjob every now and then...”

“That doesn't sound too problematic to me,” said Rebecca as she gripped her own tits and lifted them up, before letting them drop with a 'Plap!' “I've learned that guys like that sorta stuff. They're like feral apes...”

“But Ikey isn't!” said Amy as she placed her fists on the table, “He's gentle, and kind, and... he always tends to my needs in the bedroom and everything! And... ah...” she deflated, “I can't do the same for him... and that pisses me off...”

Her eyes closed shut, her ears bent down, and her tail fell low; all signs of failure. Seeing her be so defeated caused her friends to stiffen up. Briefly, both Rebecca and Bridget looked at one another, trading glances of concern and confusion, before looking back at their friend.

“Ames...” said the wolfess, “L-look... you do know how crazy this all sounds, right? What you're askin' is... ah...” she shrugged her shoulders, “What? You want us to cuckquean you or something?”

“Cuck... quean...?” repeated Amy, “Wh... what's that...?”

“You've got to be joking...”

“It pretty much means...” said Rebecca, “That... you want us to help Dwight cheat on you with us.”

“N-no! It's not cheating!” said the rose feline as she shook her head and hands, “It's not cheating if I orchestrate everything! Then it's just swinging... I... I think...” she shrugged her shoulders, “K-kinda...? I guess it's like...”

“Grrrrh...! Please stop trying to explain yourself!” the wolfess growled as she palmed her head, “This is too fucking insane...”

“L-look! I wouldn't be asking you two this if I didn't have too!” Amelia shouted as she slammed her hands down on the table, “This... this angers me more than you two could possibly know! I want to do these things with Ikey! I want to suck his dick, or try anal sex, or ride him like a cowgirl, or just make love to him! But...! I can't... No matter how hard I try, I just can't. He's too endowed, too... big for me, and that scares me so much... haaah...” closing her eyes, she deflated again, “I heard my mom say once that... it'll get easier. That the older I get, I'll eventually get to the point where I can take him naturally. But how long will that be? One year from now? Two years from now? Three years from now? Ten years from now!? Ikey and I have been dating since the end of high school, Bridget you know that! And... he's already put up with me for the past six years, so...! What if he really does head out and cheat on me with someone else...? What if... what if I'm not good enough...?”

There it was again; that look of defeat and failure. Amy gritted her teeth and glared away, but nothing she did could hide how frightened she was of that happening. Was it outlandish? Of course it was! Bridget and Rebecca knew how in love the cat and her husband were; there's no way Dwight would ever consider cheating on her!

But despite knowing that in her head, Amelia didn't believe that in her heart. She feared that – sooner rather than later – his constant blue balling would lead him to an extra-marital affair... and she wasn't sure if she could take such a betrayal.

“Gah...! D-dammit, Ames...” Bridget bemoaned as she looked up towards the ceiling, “Y-you're being too... fuckin' dramatic...! It's no big deal! If... if Dwight didn't fuck some other chick already, why would he start doin' so now...? Grrrgh! Y-you're blowin' this outta proportion! Besides, why are you askin' us to do it?”

“Well... who else would I ask...?” Amy asked as she looked at them, swapping her gaze between their faces, “I don't know anyone else as experienced as you two! You two go on dates with larger partners all the time. Like... Rebecca, you dated that wolf guy a couple of weeks ago--”

“SSSHHHH!!!” the bat shushed.

“And Bridget, your last boyfriend was a horse. If anyone knows how to deal with larger guys, it's you two!”

“The hell's that s'posed to mean!?” the wolfess growled, “Are you tryin' to imply somethin' about us, Ames!?”

“N-no! Not me!” said the feline as she again shook her hands and head, “Look! I'm just...! I'm just sick and tired of acting like a little... pillow princess!”

“So wait, pause, you know what it means to be a pillow princess, but you don't know what it means to be a cuckquean?” Bridget remarked.

“It's the alliteration,” Rebecca answered, “Amy's got such a weakness to alliteration...”

“Look! I know this is a lot to ask of you two, but I'm really at my wits end!” said the pink cat, “It's stupid, and it's frustrating, and it's probably dumb, and I really hate it... but... I don't know what else I can do. You two are the only people who I know and who I trust that can help me with this. Aside from that...” she shrugged her shoulders, “I'd be lost...”

Pouting, Amelia stuffed her hands together and put them into her lap. She then looked to the side, again wearing this despondent face of defeat. How often did she ponder this request? The rose feline may not act it, but she was a very proud and – honestly – rather arrogant young woman. So to ask something this intimate of her friends was a blow to her pride. But what else could she do? She just wasn't capable of handling her husband's manhood, at least, not mentally.

And...

Dammit...

Amelia was too damn earnest. Both Bridget and Rebecca could see how devastated she was making this request, and how hard it was to swallow her pride down. But she did it anyway, and – in some weird way – it was kinda respectable... while being so pitiful as well.

“Haaaah... fuckin' hell...” the wolfess groaned into her palm, “I can't fuckin' believe I'm entertainin' this...” she looked over, “Becca... do you hear this...?”

“Yes, I do,” the bat answered whilst glancing back at the wolfess, “So... what do you think?”

“What do you think 'what do I think'?” she groaned, “I think this is fuckin' stupid!” she deflated, “But... well... Ames is our friend and... I mean... like... I guess it's the least we can do.”

“However... we'll be overstepping bounds,” Rebecca stated, “And... feelings can get hurt.”

“Feelings are already hurt...” Amy stated, “I just... wanna see if this helps me – helps us – in any way. If it feels too weird or awkward... we can just... stop, I guess...”

Again, the wolfess and bat traded glances. They ran the gamut between confusion, embarrassment, irritation, and even slight disgust... before finally...

“Gah... fuck it...”

Acceptance.

Rebecca jolted in place, shocked by Bridget's words. Even the wolf appeared stunned by what she was saying – but what she was doing – but there was no going back now. She was always very assertive, even in matters as insane as this. And don't get it twisted; this was incredibly insane. But, damn, what else could she do? Amy – her best friend – was asking for her help, and seemed to have thought this through very thoroughly.

'Seemed' being the key word here. This is Amy; she oftentimes only thinks about the positives to a situation, sometimes to her detriment. But even with that in mind, how was Bridget going to turn her friend down?

“Bridget... you're being insane,” said Rebecca, her voice growing uncharacteristically stern as she straightened up, “Don't you hear yourself? Do either of you hear yourselves? Ames...” she shifted her gaze over, “You want us to have sex with your husband! How many times do I have to say that before it gets through your thick skull!?”

“And how many times do I have to tell you that I've already thought this through!?” Amy replied as she shook her fists, “I don't make this request lightly, you guys! And... I can't make either of you do anything you don't want to do, so...” she shrugged her shoulders, “Please, Becca. Couldn't you help me out with this?”

“Aaaah...”

“C'mon, Becca,” said Bridget as she jabbed her elbow into the bat's shoulder, “If we don't do this for Ames, she'll do something stupid... like go to someone else for help with this. And I'd rather like it if she didn't hire a hooker or something to sleep with her husband.”

“What!? A hooker! I-I'd never!” shouted... almost too loud.

“Gaaaah... this is... too much...!”

Rebecca shook her head and palmed her face, going over everything she had heard thus far, and how utterly insane it all sounded. Not only did Amy ask them to fuck her husband, but Bridget was going along with it! Making matters worse, now she had the both of them trying to coax her into doing something that would be insanely stupid!

Shit. Fuck. Shit. And here she was getting peer-pressured into doing it. But what else could she do? Amy was their friend, and like Bridget said, if they didn't help her, she'd do something stupid and get someone else to help her with this 'problem'. Rebecca couldn't risk that happening.

Dammit. Stupid pink cat. She was practically forcing them to do this because they knew she'd stupidly ask someone else!

“Okay...! Fine...” groaned the bat as she leaned back in her chair, “How can I deny you two when you're asking for help...?”

“Eeheeeee! Th-thank you so much, you guys!” said Amy as she clapped her hands together, “L-look, if this is too awkward or strange, then we can just stop it immediately. No one said we have to go through anything! I just... I just hope it'll help Ikey out in some way.”

“You're waaaaayyy too fuckin' calm about this...” Bridget mumbled, “But, shit, maybe Becca and I are stupid for agreein' to this.”

“Not 'maybe'. We are stupid for agreeing to this...” the bat remarked, “But... there's no going back now. So...” she gazed back at Amy, “What? When do we do this, Ames? Have you planned this out?”

“Planned this... out...?” repeated the rose feline, before jolting upright in place, “Oh! Nyeeheehee! R-right...! I should... no... we should plan how this is going to go...”

“Haaah...” Bridget groaned, “I'm suddenly having second thoughts about this...”

…

Tired. He was tired. You'd think work at an office couldn't be draining, but damn would you be wrong. Who'd a thunk spending eight boring hours at a desk in front of a computer could be so damn exhausting?

Dwight Howard was a good and hard-working man. He woke up in the morning, enjoyed breakfast with his wife, showered with his wife, dressed up, and then headed out for work. He'd then work hard at his job before the clock struck nine o'clock, where he’d then leave his job, driving through the city to return home to his apartment.

After picking up something to eat on the way home, that is.

He was a young man – just 26 in fact – and still had all that vigor that a young man should have. But, damn, did working a nine to five – or, in his case, a one to nine – drain him so much! He was practically a zombie as he drove through the city streets, drifting between and around other cars. But the closer and closer he came home, the more and more he thought...

About her.

He and Amy had been married for a year now. He remembered how much their parents argued against their marriage at first. They were being too hasty, they said, as the both of them were still in their mid-twenties. But Dwight didn't understand. Sure, it may have been early, but he didn't see that as a problem. Why bother waiting to propose to Amy when they both loved each other, and only wanted to be together? What? Was it better if they dated other people before they inevitably got back together? That would just be a waste of time!

And, honestly, marrying Amy was the best decision Dwight could have possibly made. Every day with her was infinitely better than the days without her. The times they've spent with one another, the warmth of her smiles, the kisses they shared, the hugs and embraces; he couldn't live his life without them. Heck, just imagining coming home to an empty apartment after a full shift was enough to make him sweat with fear!

Okay... a bit of an exaggeration.

Nevertheless, his feelings were true: He loved Amy, and that's that. And now as he parked outside of their apartment complex, he felt his body perk up with vigor and life.

Dwight emerged from his car, wearing business formal of a button up shirt and slacks. Entering into his apartment, he waved towards his receptionist, before taking the elevator up several floors. Like some lovesick teenager, his mind was filled with thoughts of his wife, imagining her with perfect clarity. Her vivacious smile, the green glow of her eyes, the pink hue of her fur, her long rose hair; he couldn't wait to see all of her.

Ding!

The elevator opened up, and he walked down the hall. Heading towards his home – Room 24C – he grabbed the door knob, turned it, opened it up with a loud--

Eeeeaaaaarrrrk!

And...

“Hey... nerd.”

“Huh? Oh... hey, Bridge.”

Dwight was expecting to see his wife, standing there with a smile on her face. Instead, he was greeted by the wry and cocky grin belonging to a certain wolfess with vibrant violet hair. She sat on his couch, one leg rested over the other, wearing this black leather jacket and black shirt with matching jeans and boots.

Bridget was Amy's best friend since childhood. By proxy, that made her Dwight's friend as well. They all grew up in the same hometown as one another and went to the same schools. They only ever parted when they went to college... and yet they all still lived in the same city!

While Dwight wouldn't call Bridget a close friend of his, she was still a friend nonetheless. She was even going to be the godmother of their first child... whenever they actually had their first child. But that's neither here nor there.

“How was the office today, nerd?” said Bridget as he slumped over towards the couch like a zombie.

“Same ole, same ole,” Dwight replied, before-- “Hmph!” sitting down on his couch beside the wolfess, “Aaagghh... oh... this feels great. Haah... I really needed this... ggh...”

“I dunno why you put up with that job of yours,” said Bridget as she casually swiped her finger along her phone screen, “I'd have quit eons ago seeing as how drained you are right now.”

“That's easy for you to say, 'Daddy's girl',” he replied as he pulled loose the tie he wore, “Nngghh...! Some of us can't just rely on dear old daddy to buy things for us.”

“You dick...” she replied... before chuckling and punching his shoulder.

“Anyway,” he leaned back on his couch's spine, raising an eyebrow, “Where's Amy at?” Pounce! “Ah!?”

“Here I am!”

Without warning, the arms of his wife suddenly wrapped around his neck from behind, gripping and pulling him back. Dwight's head pressed up against the perky chest of his wife, causing him to look up, and see her smiling face look back down upon him.

“Hi, Ikey!!!” she cried, before hugging him closer.

“Nmmph!? Hey, Amy...!”

He groaned against her chest... where a warm and kooky smile spread out on his lips. His cheeks even turned red as he nuzzled against her perky bosom. Their warmth, their spherical shape, their perkiness; Amy's breasts were perfect.

“Ugh... fuckin' gross,” said Bridget as she stuck her tongue out, “Should I leave so you two can get to fuckin' or somethin'?”

“Hey? Language,” said Dwight as he shot the wolfess a playful wink, making her roll her eyes.

“C'mon, Ikey! Get up! Go!” Amy suddenly said as she began pushing her husband up onto his feet.

“Wh-what? Is something happening...?” he asked as she continued pushing him towards their bedroom.

“Yeah! I mean, n-no! Just... ugh! Just go and shower already!” she said, “You need to relax and unwind, don'tcha?”

“Yeeeaaaah... but... Bridge is here...” he mumbled back, “Shouldn't I at least wait until she heads home?”

“No! No waiting! You need to shower right now! Okay! Get going!”

“Uhhh... ah... okay...?”

Dwight was... confused, and understandably so. Why was Amy being so pushy like this? Wasn't it awkward to have her husband take a shower while her friend was here. Wait, not just one friend, but... was that--

“Becca!? You're here too!?”

“Heeeey...” said the bat, glued to her phone as she sat on a chair in the corner of the room.

Dwight didn't have enough time to parse the fact that, ya'know, REBECCA WAS RIGHT THERE before he was pushed into the bedroom. The door was then closed shut behind him, with Amy laying her back up against it as she turned to face her friends. For a few moments, her green eyes darted between the faces of her friends. The bat had placed aside her phone, while Bridget crossed her arms.

“Are you sure about this, Amy...?” she asked, “We can stop this whenever you like.”

“I... I am...” mumbled the feline... before her ears and tail both straightened up, “Yes! Yes, I'm ready! I'm more ready than you could imagine! There's no going back now!”

“Hey... isn't something weird here...?” said Rebecca, her ears straightening up as she hopped off the chair she was sitting on, “I'm talking about Dwight. Wasn't he acting a bit... strange considering what we're about to do?”

“Yeeeaaaaah... now that ya mention it, he was actin' strange,” said Bridget as she placed her hands on her hips.

“Huh? Something's wrong with Ikey...?” said Amy as she swapped her gaze between her two friends, “What are you talking about? He was acting normal to me...”

“That's the problem,” the wolfess said with a slight growl.

Hopping off from off the couch, the purple-haired wolf marched over towards her pink-furred friend. Amy – confused – looked up at Bridget, who glared back at her with those burning red eyes of hers. The feline opened her mouth to speak... only to suddenly feel her ears grabbed by her friend's powerful palms.

“Nyah!? B-Bridge!? Wh-what are you doing!?”

“Ames!” she shouted back as Rebecca joined her with her arms crossed, “Did you not tell Ike what the fuck we're doin'!?”

“Nyaaah!? N-no!?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'NO'!?”

“Ames...” Rebecca murmured, “Why didn't you tell your husband what you were planning? I thought this was something you two planned together. I should've known you'd spring this on Dwight like you sprang it on us...”

“I-it's not that crazy, i-is it...?” Amy asked as Bridget released her ears.

“YES! YES IT IS!” the wolfess shouted, before calming down, “Dammit Ames, you've always been this way! Why would you not tell your husband that you want him to fuck your friends!?”

“Well... y-ya'know...” the pink cat mumbled as she shrugged her shoulders, “Ikey's a guy. And... like... guys like sex, right? So... I doubt he'd be too bothered getting the chance to have sex with you two...”

“Grrrrgh! Didn't you say earlier that you and Ikey talk and shit!? Why wouldn't you run something like this by him!? You are his wife for pete's sake! Regardless of if he's a guy or not, Ike's not the kind of person who'll be ready to whip his dick out and fuck some random broad!?”

“But you two aren't some random broads. You're his friends too!”

“That does NOT make it better! Rrrgggh!”

Tug!

“Nyaaah!?”

How long was Bridget here tugging on Amy's ears? Too long. But what's worse? The fact that she had to result to physical violence to punish her friend's stupidity, or the fact that this was a common occurrence between them? Even the way Rebecca stood at the side, shaking her head left and right was typical of their behavior!

But could you blame the wolfess? Here was her friend – allegedly trying to help her sex life out – and she was so ditzy as to not tell her husband of what was going on!!! Bridget would be angrier... but this was so typical of the feline! Always making assumptions and acting on them before she got confirmation!

Ugh!

They stood there for several minutes, with Bridget tugging on Amy's ears as punishment, and Amy making various crying cat noises as she attempted – and failed – to push her friend away. Rebecca stood aside however, watching the two... before her sensitive bat ears began to quiver, and her head turned to face the wall.

Ike had finished his shower.

She could hear him hum some loose tune to himself as he turned off the shower. This was followed by him cleaning himself off with his towel, and exiting the bathroom soon after. The bat could even hear him put on his clothes! And closer and closer those footsteps drew, with Rebecca hearing the exact moment he grabbed the door knob, twisted it...

Eeeearrk!

And pushed it open.

“Hm?”

Dwight straightened up. Having taken a shower that left him feeling relaxed and rejuvenated, he had put on more casual wear for his night. Just a simple shirt, sweat pants... and cute, fuzzy slippers. He was expecting to see his wife and her friends sitting on the couch, maybe watching TV or playing games. Instead, he saw Bridget tugging on Amelia's ears.

A common occurrence.

“Bridge... please let go of Amy's ears,” he mumbled, causing the wolfess to release her.

“You'll be the one pulling them after she tells you what stupid shit she wants to do...” she growled.

“Hm? What's that...?” Dwight asked, eyebrow raised as he looked at his wife, “Did you... want to tell me something, Amy? Is something wrong?”

“Uh... hggm... um... n-no...” she replied hesitantly whilst rubbing her down-turned ears.

Amy looked over, her green eyes ghosting over the faces of her friends. The annoyed faces of her friends. Both Rebecca and Bridget glared at her, irritated by her inability to tell Dwight what it was she had planned. And when he noticed those faces, he too grew curious... and concerned.

“Is something wrong?” he asked as he looked around.

“Mmm... uh... I-Ikey...” said Amy whilst grabbing his wrist gingerly, “Wh-why don't you sit down? I... I have something to tell you.”

That is not good.

Dwight's heart plummeted, wondering and fearing what his wife was going to tell him. She was even smiling in a reassuring manner, as if to say 'Everything is going to be fine'. But that wasn't consoling at all! It only made him more anxious!

Still, Dwight was led over to the couch by his wife, who sat down next to him. Unusually for her, she wore this bashful face, and prodded her fingers together nervously. Confused, he tilted his head... and then slowly looked over towards Bridget and Rebecca. He was hoping they'd give him some hint of what was going on... but they didn't look much better!

Rebecca was gazing to the side, wearing this blush of embarrassment. Bridget meanwhile had her eyes closed and nose stuck up... while she too was blushing.

“Um... is something...” Dwight muttered, “No... is something happening? Did something happen?”

“Uh... Ikey...” said Amy as she patted his arm a few times, “Don't... don't you know uh... don't you know... our problems that we have in the bedroom at night?”

“Prob... lems...?” he repeated, “What problems...?” his eyes then grew wide, “Oh... uh... you mean... uh... the problems about you and... my size...” he then paused, “Uuuh... should we be having this kind of conversation with Bridge and Becca here though? I'm not so sure if they wanna hear about our sex life...”

“It's too late for that,” Bridget groaned.

“Look, Ikey,” Amy whispered, “I... we've been... together since high school... and we've been having sex since college. But for the past six years... you've... just been too big for me. And I... haaah...” she gazed to the side, appearing despondent, “I can't satisfy you the way I want to...”

“Amy... we've already been through this,” he replied, “We don't have to rush things...! And, again...” he blushed and stammered in place, “Do we really need to be having this conversation with Bridge and Becca here!? Couldn't this wait until later!?”

“No... it couldn't...” she answered with a shake of her head, “Because... because... because... ngh... because...”

“Gah... dammit... we're getting nowhere with this...” Bridget growled before slamming her foot down on the ground and shouting out, “Ike!” drawing his attention to herself, she placed her hand on her chest, “Amy asked us to fuck you!”

And for a second, he paused...

“WHAT!?”

“It's exactly what I said!” the wolfess snarled, “Ames asked us to be your fuck-buddies for tonight since she's scared of your dick! Buuuuuuut...” her eyes swept over to the feline, making her lock up, “She didn't tell you! We were under the impression that you knew of her stupid little plan!”

“I-it's not stupid!” Amy shouted as she hopped back to her feet, “This might save our sex life, Bridge! I really put a lot of thought into this, I swear!”

“But not enough thought to run this by your husband!? How have you two been dating for this long!? How did you two get fuckin' married!?”

For several moments, Dwight sat there, trying and struggling to parse together the information he was told. His brain was even short circuiting as he sat there with this dumbstruck expression on his face. The things they were saying were too outlandish to ever consider! He just needed to ask...

“Okay, I'm sorry, can someone please tell me what the HECK IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!?” Ike shouted at the top of his lungs.

“It's exactly what it sounds like,” said Rebecca, her tone cool despite the intense red blush on her cheeks, “Earlier today, Ames told us about your problem, and how your size makes it hard for you two to have sex. So... she asked Bridge and I to sleep with you, so that it'll help relieve yourself.”

“WHAT KIND OF EXPLANATION IS THAT!?” he shouted, “AMY!? IS THIS SOME SORT OF JOKE!?”

“No! Ikey, it's not!” said the feline as she faced him, before lowering her head, “I... I really did ask Bridge and Becca for help. Ugh... the way I am now, I won't be able to please you. So... they'll do it for me...”

“Amy... this is absolutely insane!” he said through gritted teeth, “Why would you think I'd want to have sex with Bridget and Rebecca!? They're your best friends! They're my friends! And I don't wanna cheat on you!”

“I-it's not cheating! Not if I orchestrate and condone it! Then it's sharing!”

“SHARING!?!?!?!?”

If Dwight had longer hair, he'd be tearing it out by now. Instead, he looked at his wife, who blanked as she stared back up at him. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gripped her tight for a few moments... before jostling her back and forth.

“WHAT!? IS!? WRONG!? WITH!? YOU!?!?”

“Ah!? I-Ikey! S-stop!”

Gah! They were getting nowhere with this! Making matters worse, Amy was hellbent on making this happen! The door had been opened, and the rose feline wasn't going to close it until she accomplished her mission. The problem being... she wasn't exactly sure what that mission was.

Only one way to find out!

Even as Dwight tried to (literally) shake some sense into her, Amy stared up towards his frantic brown eyes. He was so confused and so utterly bewildered by what she was suggesting. It was lovely how much he cared, and how much he pushed against this. But the rose feline couldn't back down now. This could save her sex life and her marriage. So...

“Nmmf!”

“Hmm!?”

Amy kissed him.

She pressed her lips up against her husband's lips, surprising him. It was a chaste kiss at first, but she quickly maneuvered his mouth open. His lips parted open, allowing her tongue to nuzzle its way inside, where she ground it against his tongue. Dwight shuddered from his wife's kiss, his body waning. Taking advantage of his dazed state, Amelia pushed against him, forcing him to sit back down upon the couch.

Dwight tried – damn did he try – to push his wife off of him... but he just couldn't. Call it instinct, but his body naturally reacted to sharing a heated kiss with his lover. She incapacitated him with the use of her lips and tongue alone, doubly so as she grew so heated.

Amelia was always an amorous lover when it came to matters not dealing with his penis, but now she seemed downright ravenous! Maybe it was because she knew that if she wasn't being amative, he would have pushed her off, bringing all of this to a halt. Or maybe it was because she knew that by kissing him...

“Holy shit...”

That area of his body would begin to stiffen.

Standing idly by, Bridget and Rebecca both watched as Amy made out with her husband. The lithe feline sat beside him on the crouch, moaning as she danced her tongue about with his, swapping spit and drool. Despite his attempts to stop this, her amorous assault caused his cock to start hardening. And with his sweatpants on, there was nothing to hide his hard-on.

Perhaps because of their audience, Dwight was getting harder than usual. Along his sweatpants – running down the right pant leg no less – was his marvelous erection. His throbbing member created this proud outline, which itself throbbed and pulsated.

“Hmm...” mumbled Bridget as she crouched before them, coming to eye level with his erection, “Huh... Ames wasn't lyin'; this thing really is big.”

“This is so fucking gross...” Rebecca muttered with her trademark indifference, “You're staring at Dwight's dick. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Like... well... c'mon,” the wolfess replied whilst shrugging her shoulders, “Don't act like you haven't been curious about how big he is, considerin' how much Ames complains about it. Like, shit, Ike must have some real monster cock if he's out here frightenin' his wife! Buuuuuut... this is Amy, and she's on the short side. Maybe it ain't that big.”

“Don't you hear what you're saying?”

“Yeah, and what of it? We're here, aren't we? Let's get this show on the road!”

Grab!

“Mmmf!?”

Puuuull!

Fwip!

“Ah!?”

“HUH!?”

His pants were pulled down? HIS PANTS WERE PULLED DOWN!?

Dwight's eyes grew wide as he felt the cool air of his apartment suddenly grace his naked groin. He tried moving – he even squirmed a bit – but Amy kept him pinned down. The rose feline may be short and lithe, but damn could she be surprisingly strong when it mattered! And right now, she was using that shocking strength of hers to keep her husband in place.

That was going on upstairs. Downstairs, it was a different story.

Bridge's red eyes grew wide, gazing at the towering monolith of meat that stood above him. There was no hyperbole, no exaggeration, no dramatization, no overstating it: Dwight was fucking HUGE!!! Everything Amelia said at J.J.'s was true: his dick was incredibly long and thicker than her wrist. If anything, the feline downplayed her husband's size and girth!

Veins were prominently strewn up and down his shaft, spreading about as it pulsed with blood and vigor. The head of his cock was large, swollen, and oozed with so much precum it looked like it could breed a girl just by looking at it. And his balls? His big, round, fat balls!? They were just as big to accommodate the tool that stood above it!

Ike wasn't just endowed; he had a fucking monster sitting between his legs!

“What the fuck is this...?” Bridget murmured as she placed her claw upon his cock, making it – and him – jolt, “Has... has Ike always been this hung...?”

“I think it's... I think...” whispered Rebecca as she knelt down near her friend so the both of them could get a better view of his dick, “Remember what Ames said? About how she can't really satisfy him? Handjobs and blowjobs aren't going to be enough to deal with something this big. And look at it... he looks like he's about to burst. I think Ames was on to something; he's been storing all this up for who knows how long.”

“Shit... dammit, Ike. Can't ya just beat it off like a regular guy?” Bridget groaned before shaking her head, “Fine. Whatever. Guess it's time I dealt with it.”

“Holy shit... we're actually about to do this...”

Bridget... was oddly fired up. Something about seeing Dwight's dick really kicked her engines into overdrive! The wolfess was even grinning as steam began to visibly flow off her body. Standing up before Ike and Amy, her athletic and voluptuous body cast a shadow over the couple, causing the feline to pull back with a smirk... and for her husband to look up.

“Bridge...?” he mumbled, expression blank as he read the aggressive expression the wolfess wore, “What... ggh... what are you doing...?”

“Gehehehe! Ain't no point in askin' a stupid fuckin' question like that now!” she replied as she gripped the bottom of her shirt, “Take a look at these, Ike!”

Fwump!

Bridget was shameless! Perhaps too shameless!

Without hesitation, Bridget pulled her black torn crop-top up, revealing her breasts in all of their glory. Her body was covered in obsidian fur which helped magnify her goth aesthetic. Sure, there were a few lighter shades here and there, but they never went beyond a dark gray at most. Accept for her nipples, that is.

To be blunt, Bridget's breasts were big. Wide and shapely, her tear-shaped tits curved upwards on her chest, enhanced by her athleticism and voluptuousness. And her nipples? So bright and pink, with bright areola, and plump nipples.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, the wolfess showed pride in her chest as she puffed it up before Dwight and Amy... with the human growing pale in the face.

What the hell was even going on here? Why was Bridget showing her tits to him? This felt like some stupid prank she would've pulled on him back in high school, but this was happening!

“Wow... I haven't seen your bare breasts in ages, Bridge,” said Amelia as she walked over towards her friend.

“WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?” Dwight shouted.

“Oh... it's so firm too,” the feline continued as she cupped her friend's tit, “Huh...”

Visible sparkles emerged from around Bridget, proud of how erotic and voluptuous her body was. Dwight meanwhile shrunk in place and palmed his head, almost incapable of accepting this as being reality. This was too crazy... and his body was getting too hot.

His dick throbbed up and down between his legs; this area of his body was more honest than his brain was. Despite his attempts to choke down his arousal, his cock continued to stand tall, desperate to be freed of the tension within. And after a few moments of idle groping from Amy's hand, Bridget stepped forward... and dropped down to her knees.

“Ames said she gives you tit fucks all the time,” said the wolfess with a wry grin.

“What!? Amy, you told them that!?”

“Oh, can it,” Bridget said with a grin as she gripped and lifted her tits, “My tits are much bigger than hers, so let's see if I can handle your thick dick! Geheheheheheh!”

With that grin on her face, the wolfess' full set of dangerous teeth were on full display. All were pearly-white, and all oozed with the drool of hunger. Her breasts meanwhile heaved up and down as she breathed, the excitement of the situation flowing through her like oil in a pipe. Her body was even visibly steaming with excitement, like she was some sort of car!

Gripping her tits tight, Bridget lifted them up, hovering them above Ike's turgid cock. He reached out to say something – probably the word 'Stop' – but it was too late. The wolfess dropped her chest.

Plap!

“Oof!?”

Bridget's breasts fell around Dwight's dick, surrounding him on all sides. The firm and furry tits of the wolfess bounced upon his pelvis, sending a quake through them before those jiggles came to a halt. Despite the size of her breasts, his throbbing length was still capable of standing tall through the valley that is her cleavage, with the tip of it hanging in front of her.

“Holy shit, Ike. I never knew you were packin' this thing between ya legs. Gehehehehe! I see why Amy's so fucking frightened of ya~!” Squeeze! “Humph!”

“Ggghhaaah!?”

With a tight clinch, Bridget both pushed her hands around her tits... and also flexed her upper body, causing her breasts to tighten as well. Both worked in tandem to compress his cock, letting him feel her bristling fur and firm bosom. The pressure around his sensitive dick made him melt and fall back, and drew a deep groan from his lips. Amy's ears twitched.

She'd never heard him be so loud before.

“Are you okay, Ikey?” she asked, “Bridge isn't hurting you or anything, is she?”

“Hey!” the wolfess shouted as she began moving her chest up and down around his cock, “The hell's that s'posed to mean, Ames!? Why would I hurt Ike?”

Slide! Plaop! Slide! Plap! Slide! Plap!

Up and down, the wolfess raised and lowered her tits around his monstrous dick, grinding along every inch of his member. Her strides were flawless, her pressure immaculate, all to hold his dick hostage. The texture and pliability of her breasts were far different from Amy's. His wife's fur was smooth and curly. Bridget's fur was wild and bristling. Amy's breasts were curvy and perky. Bridget's breasts were wide and shapely. Amy's paizuris were usually slow and passionate. Bridget's paizuri was frantic and wild.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, there was a glint of hunger and lust in the wolfess' red eyes as she started moving her breasts far faster upon Dwight's dick. The tip of his dick started sputtering, shooting out and spreading his precum all atop her curvaceous tits. They glistened in the light from above, radiating with lines of his lust, while more groans left him.

“Aaaugh...! I... I gotta... stop this...!” Dwight muttered through moans and groans.

“N-no!” said Amy as she put her arms over her chest in an 'X' shaped pattern, “This is good for you, Ikey! J-just keep going, Bridge!”

“Gehehehehe! Ya don't gotta tell me twice!”

Placing her hands to the sides of Dwight's hips, Bridget pinned him in place as she moved up on his body. With the full weight of her upper-body and chest, she pressed her breasts down around his cock, holding him completely hostage. His cock was flattened up against his stomach as she ground back and forth, thrusting his dick through the valley of her tits.

The friction was phenomenal. From the heat of her body, to the weight of her tits, and the texture of her fur; every aspect of her breasts pleased him. Despite all of Dwight's attempts to appear abrasive and indignant, he felt himself melting beneath the pleasure he was enduring. A part of him remained confrontational... but that part of him was waning too.

Bridget's nose pressed up against the crux of Dwight's dick; where his shaft met his glands. Even though he took a shower not too long ago, when the wolfess' nostrils flared, she still got a heavy whiff of his natural musk. It was strong and heavy, drawing a deep and guttural groan from Bridget's chest.

“Shiiiiiiittt...! I see why Amy's so quick to run off with you after we get done working out if you smell like this. Snnnnniiiiffff~!!! Fuuuuuccckkk~~~”

“Haaah... haaah..!”

Grinning still, Bridget shot Dwight a cocky look as her nose continued to grind along his dick's glands. She smelled him more, letting him feel her nostrils as they flared, while her mouth hung open. Tongue slithering out, she began dragging it along the shaft of his penis, getting a salty and bitter taste of his flesh.

Oh... so good. Bridget made sure to take her time grinding her long and broad tongue along his length. Dwight felt every bump and ridge of that pink muscle, making him melt further as his eyes closed shut, and his mouth tipped open, moaning. Further and further his defenses waned, falling under the pleasure the wolfess assaulted him with. From the squeezing of her tits to the licking of her tongue, she was servicing him without a hint of fear towards his penis and its size. In fact, she indulged in it.

Amy's eyes kept darting from side to side. She'd focus on Dwight, watching her husband melt with pleasure and make sounds she's never brought out of him. Then she'd look down towards Bridget, watching as she handled his cock with skill and precision. She wasn't afraid of his penis, wasn't frightened. She handled him with excitement and courage!

Oh... what was this feeling in her chest? Arousal? Well, yeah; her husband was getting a titjob! Of course she'd be turned on from this! But that's not it either. She was feeling... jealous? Yeah, that's it: freaking jealousy. It annoyed her seeing Bridget do something she couldn't do. And this only grew worse when the wolfess said--

“Hey, Becca. Do ya wanna hit of this?”

“Tch... you're being too casual about this...”

She said Bridget was being casual, but the bat was the one acting nonchalant.

Stuffing her phone to the side, Rebecca calmly sauntered over towards Bridget, her hands on her hips as she looked over. As Dwight continued moaning from the wolfess' titjob, the bat leaned over, her gargantuan tits bouncing hypnotically as her blue eyes looked him up and down. Eventually, she – like Bridget before – grabbed her crop-top by the hem, and--

Puuuuuuuuuull... PLOP-PLOP!!!

Dwight may have been moaning, but that caught his attention real fast!

His eyes widened as he watched the bat remove her shirt, allowing her hefty tits to drop and bounce. Rebecca wasn't like Amy, Bridget, or Dwight himself. While the bat did go to the gym with them, she didn't actually work out or exercise. Most of the time, she sat idly by while they did their things. Occasionally she'd get on a treadmill, but that was only after she had a fattening meal beforehand... and even then, it was rare.

Because of this, the bat had a rubenesque physique, with erotic curves, thicc thighs, and – of course – incredible tits. All placed on this short frame that wasn't that much taller than his wife's.

Her upper-body was on full display with her shirt removed. From her fat and curvy tits, to her tan fur, to the puffy areola and pink nipples... as well as the barbell studs she had around each nipple. Rebecca's cheeks turned red from slight embarrassment... but she was quick to stuff it down. If Bridget was baring her chest and Dwight has his dick out, why should she be so embarrassed?

Crouching down next to his throbbing manhood, the bat's cool blue eyes looked up towards his face, shooting him an indifferent gaze. Despite this, she leaned her face up against his cock, pressing it against her cheek. Damn, this thing was fucking hot. It burned up against her, and his precum drizzled upon her cheek. And the way it throbbed and pulsated sent rumbles through her body.

“Huff...”

But Rebecca said not a word, instead remaining calm and composed as she turned to face his spire of meat. Opening her mouth, she exposed her teeth... as well as her wicked fangs. Spit and drool oozed from her maw, falling upon Dwight's throbbing dick.

Then came out her tongue, which was long... long... loooooong. Far longer than Amy and Bridget's tongue, that's for sure! It wrapped around the head of Ike's cock, making him tense up as she seized upon him... and then pushed down.

“Nmmph~”

“Nnggh!?”

Dwight's dick slipped into Rebecca's gaping maw, suckling him down to the point that her face met the tops of Bridget's tits. The wolfess laughed, howled too, while the rubenesque bat flaunted her oral capabilities. Her lips perfectly captured his member, gracing her teeth along its sides, while the roof and floor of her mouth squeezed it gently. And her tongue? Oh, even with that cock in her mouth, her tongue coiled around it like a snake seizing its prey, refusing to let him go.

Damn. Dwight's dick was fucking huge. She was playing it off cool before, but Rebecca couldn't deny; he had an impressive size. Complicating matters was the fact that she's never been with a human lover before. Various furs, yeah, but a human? Nope. Not once. So his cock's shape was unique to say the least. The swollen glands, the throbbing shaft, the texture of skin; it all was so new to her.

And all of it was so good.

Despite her cool nature, Rebecca moaned around Ike's cock, her wings even flapping gently. Opening her mouth more, she put to work her erotic skills, allowing her to take his cock even deeper inside of her maw. The swollen head of his thick cock began to tease into her throat, which tightened as if to taunt him. Each lick, slurp and squeeze, caused Dwight to lean back, and brought moans from his lips.

“Aaaauuuhh...! I can't... ngghh!”

What the hell was going on here? This was Amelia's idea, but now that it was happening, that conflicted feeling started swelling in her chest again. Her green eyes watched as her best friends pleased her husband, with Bridget's tits still squeezing Ike's cock, while Rebecca sucked on the top of it. And as they did so, they both pushed out their hips and asses, almost flaunting their erotic bodies as erotic moans started rising.

And Dwight? He was nothing more than a board, just sitting there as this odd rush of feelings took over him. When he looked down, he saw both Rebecca and Bridget as they pleased his dick. The bat had pulled off the top of his cock, and now was dragging her tongue along its shaft. The wolfess mirrored her on the opposing side of his member, licking upon his veins. Both worked in tandem to conquer his marvelous length, and both were succeeding.

He was trying, dammit was he trying, but he just couldn't keep up his defenses. Any other man would be enjoying himself right now, but not Dwight. How could he enjoy himself when his wife was RIGHT THERE!? Amy was watching as he got his cock sucked by her friends! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE!?!?

Ike had a lot of mental resilience... but no one could stay strong against this assault, not forever. Eventually he'd break, and that 'eventually' was now!

Grab! Grab!

“Nmph~?”

“Hmm~?”

Both Bridget and Rebecca tensed up. Placing his hands on their shoulders, Dwight gripped both of them tight, holding them close to his throbbing cock. The two looked at him in slight surprise, before looking at one another with his cock between them. Trading a few glances, the duo grew mischievous, looked back at him, and really put their oral skills on display.

Dragging tongues, squeezing breasts, and kissing lips; Rebecca and Bridget double-teamed Dwight's dick. He tensed up further, his cock seemingly growing even more rigid as he gripped their shoulders tight. He tried – damn did he try – to keep his voice in. But deep moans and groans started filtering through his teeth, followed by panting as he doubled over, leaning forward.

The pleasure of their assault was too much to fight against. He hadn't felt this pleasure around his cock in... well... ever! There's a difference between Amy's shapely thighs squeezing his cock, and this wolf and bat both sucking, licking, and kissing him! And they weren't shy in the least bit! Even when his wife was being her most courageous, there were still times where she fidgeted when his cock even so much as stroked along her pussy. But there was no such shyness with her friends!

Amy was right: Bridget and Rebecca were both experienced, and they had no qualms using those 'experiences' on her husband.

With one long and wicked lick, the bat dragged her head up towards the tip of Dwight's dick again. Her piercing blue eyes stared into his face, gazing into his soul as she pursed her lips around his swollen glands. Once or twice she kissed him, spreading spit and precum upon her lips, before pushing herself down around him. And she kept pushing down.

When Amy sucked his dick, she could only take in about a fourth of his member; a third on a good day. Rebecca had no such limitations. Rebecca – despite her short height – was still capable of pushing herself past Amy's limits on her first go. And she kept pushing. A fourth, then a third, then a half... and then further beyond that! From half of his cock down to two thirds of it, the bat squeezed her mouth around his member as she pushed it down into her throat.

“Glunk!”

“Ah!?”

“Holy shit, Becca,” Bridget said with a wry grin as she palmed the center of her head, “You're really gettin' into it, aintcha? Geheheheh!”

Gripping the base of his cock, Rebecca started bobbing her head up and down, suckling and slurping on his member. Her lips dragged along his shaft, leaning spit and precum upon his rod to the point that it was glistening. And she did it all without much of an issue.

Key word being 'much'.

Maybe she was overzealous in how much of his cock she could take in. Ike was still very much endowed, and she had to respect this cock, lest she accidentally gag on it. But as the seconds ticked by, she grew more and more used to its size and length, allowing her to more easily suck him off... and eventually push it into her throat.

“Glunk! Nmmmmmm~~~”

“Gggghh...!”

Dwight doubled over, placing both hands on Rebecca's head. Holding her close, he felt the tightness of her throat as it seized upon his member. She didn't just deepthroat his cock, she massaged it with her tight esophagus, performing swallows which squeezed and rumbled around every inch of his member.

All as Amy watched.

The pink cat stood there, stiff as a statue, her mouth agape and her cheeks an intense red. Green eyes staring at her friend's face, she watched as her husband's cock kept pushing in and out of her maw. Rebecca was doing something that Amelia could only dream of! Do you know how many times she tried sucking at least half of his cock? But here was the bat deepthroating him on her first try!

Darn, that made Amy so angry. Darn, that made Amy so frustrated. Darn that made Amy so wet!

As these conflicting emotions flowed through her, the rose feline rubbed her thighs together, stimulating her folds. And with her skirt on, the scent of her arousal filled the air. Hesitantly, she reached her hands between her legs, curling her fingers upwards to touch her cunt. And when she did...

“AH~!?”

It was like a jolt of lightning surged through her.

As Rebecca's fellatio continued, she grew more confident. And as she grew more confident, she raised her tits up. Mirroring what Bridget did before, she sandwiched Dwight's dick in another titjob. This time though, he wasn't feeling the perky and curvy tits of his wife, or the wide and shapely tits of the wolfess, but instead the bat's soft and fat tits. They squeezed around the base of his cock, while her head continued pushing up and down, slurping and sucking on his cock... while Bridget stood up.

“His dick's fixin' to explode,” said the wolfess got up onto her feet, “I can tell. Geheheheh! 'Kay then. Let's put this shit to bed~”

Pulling her jacket off her shoulders, Bridget tossed it to the side and then dropped her hands down towards her hips. The 'Clink!' and 'Dink!' of her belt buckle echoed through the room as she undid it, freeing it from her body, and causing her jeans to grow loose. She then slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of her pants, and pulled them dowwwwnnnn.

Bridget was the type of gal who almost always wore a g-string, and now was no different. When her pants came down, the thin straps of her underwear were revealed as they visibly gripped upon her hips. Black and skimpy, they clinched upon her body, and did little to block the view of her toned and shapely hips.

Fwmp...

Having pulled them down, Bridget's jeans pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them, revealing her waist in all of its semi-nude glory. Her fist on her hips, the wolfess chuckled in a devilish manner as her red eyes gazed upon Dwight. He stared back, still moaning from Rebecca's oral as his mouth hung open.

“Alright!” Push! “That's 'nough outta you!”

“Heeey!? D-dammit Bridge, you bitch!”

Without warning or hesitation, the wolfess pushed Rebecca out of the way, leaving her laying on the floor. She looked up at Bridget and growled at her, but she was already moving to mount Ike's body. Climbing upon his lap, she pressed his turgid dick up against his panties and began moving herself upwards, grinding his length against her. Even with her underwear on, she could feel the heat of his cock... and he could feel the heat of her cunt.

Those toned labial lips were so wet, so pink, and so bright, that they visibly shined through her thin underwear. And with the grin on her lips, Bridget was clearly ready for him. The wolfess' tail was even wagging in a show of desire, ready to start fucking him. There was just one thing stopping her.

“WWAAAAAAAAIIIITTTTT!!!”

Amy's voice split the room, causing everyone to look at her. Her cheeks were red and her teeth were clinched, her arms crossed over her chest in that 'X' pattern once again.

“W-wait,” she said again, “B-before you go... um... c-condoms! Y-you'll need condoms!”

And then – much to everyone's shock – Amy reached down to the side and grabbed a black and gold box. A black and gold box containing condoms.

Sooooo... Amy went as far as to ask her friends to fuck her husband, and even bought condoms to make it all happen... but she never told her husband it was happening until they sprang it on him!? Yup, that's typical Amy behavior for you!

Tearing open that box of contraceptives, Amy scrambled to pull one out as her hands fidgeted. They were all wrapped in gold, but when she tore them open, she revealed the black and translucent rubbers beneath.

Oh. She was squirming so much that the condom nearly flew from her hands! Why is that? Is it because she hadn't held a rubber in years? No, that's not it. It's because of what was happening in front of her... and what was about to happen.

Amy stepped forward, approaching Bridget and Dwight... before looking down. Her husband's big cock was throbbing against the wolfess' mound, more than ready to slip inside. It just needed this condom.

“Hey, Ames,” said Bridget as she pointed down, “Could ya... help with that...?”

“R-right... um...”

Amelia looked down, again locking her gaze on Dwight's dick. Even now, it looked like some insurmountable obstacle that made her shake to her toes. Nevertheless, she approached him, gripping the condom by its ring as she did so. And after aligning it with her husband's throbbing penis, she pushed it all the way down to the hilt!

Sliiiiiiiiiiip!

Oh. The condom had this snug little fit to it. Ike had forgotten this feeling; it had been so long. When he looked down, he could see his member on the other end, as the condom was thin and translucent. His cock visibly bulged on the other end, still sputtering its precum, and still desperate to unleash the content stored in his balls.

The tension was almost too much. It made Bridget giggle.

“Okay then~”

Raising herself up, the wolfess placed her busty tits to the bottom of Dwight's chin, lifting his head upwards so that his eyes could lock on her brown ones. And he remained locked on her grinning face as she reached down between their legs, gripping his cock. With expert control, the wolfess used his dick to move aside her g-string panties before lining her snatch up. And once everything was aimed up correctly...

Drop! Push!

“Haaaaaooooouuu~~~!?”

“Ggrrrrhh!?”

Perhaps Bridget was being a bit too impetuous. Oh well... no going back now!

She dropped her body, pushing his turgid length deep into her snatch. It forced apart her tight vaginal walls, and steadily worked its way deeper and deeper. Holy fucking shit; she was not expecting this! Dwight's dick was so fucking long and wide, and the domed head of his penis felt like she was being penetrated by a battering ram, instead of the tapered cock of a fellow canid. The way it throbbed also sent rumbles and ruminations up through her body. But it all paled in comparison to its overwhelming heat. Having Ike's cock push into her snatch was like pushing a rod of molten steel into her pussy! It was on fire!

And it was amazing!

The wolfess' maw split wide, giving a howling moan that filled the air. Deeper and deeper she sank around him, her tight and toned pussy gripping his dick in a damn-near possessive manner. And when she finally sat down on his hip with an audible--

Pat...

She fell over, surrounding Dwight's head with her tits.

“Holy... shit... like... hot damn, Ike,” Bridget moaned, “Fuck... I see why you keep scarin' Ames with this thing; it's a fuckin' monster...”

“Mmffffl...!” he mumbled back, his mouth muffled by her breasts.

“Nope. Geheh! I don't know whatcha said, but I ain't stoppin' now. Ames wants us to satisfy you, and fuck it, we're gonna get that shit done!”

Pulling back, Bridget freed Dwight from her tits, but only so he could look up towards her wickedly grinning face. To his left and looking over the wolfess' shoulder was Amy, bent over slightly as she wore this face that was... difficult to explain. Curiosity? Embarrassment? Arousal? Frustration? All of them were mixed together on his wife's face as she watched. And Rebecca?

Rebecca was laying on the couch, resting on her chest as she propped her head up with her head. Her legs kicking idly in the air, she watched the two with this devious grin on her face, and this glow in her blue eyes

“Hey! Ike!” shouted Bridget as she forced him to look back up at her, “You're fuckin' me, got it!? So dontcha look anywhere else! I hate that shit!”

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Rising up and down, Bridget began riding Dwight, using the full weight of her body as she did so. Her purple hair bounced up and down and so too did her breasts, while her firm and curvy ass clapped against his waist. The wolfess clearly had no desire for ramping things up; she wanted her sex hard, and she wanted it fast! She was already wet after blowing his dick and fucking it with her tits; now came the main course!

Amy watched with eyes wide as her friend rode her husband's cock. The way she moved was... otherworldly. The rose feline was proud of what sexual skills she did have, but Bridget showed a clear divide in their skills. One may think she was just jumping on Ike's cock, but that couldn't be any further from the truth. Her hips performed these talented motions as she pulled them up, stroking her tight walls along his powerful cock. And when she pushed down, she mirrored those movements, thrusting down on Dwight's dick with enough force to make the couch bounce!

Amy had grace. But Bridget? Bridget had power! And she knew how to use that power!

Gripping the wolfess' waist, Dwight remained still as she rode him in earnest. Pleasure was starting to run through his brain, making it impossible to think about anything but the sex they were having. Nearly all of his inhibitions were drowned, with him just barely clinging to his morals. He didn't want to be having sex with his wife's friends, but the sex was too good!

And Bridget wasn't making it easier.

Drawing her hands up, she gripped his chin, keeping him in place as her bucking increased in pace. He was forced to watch as her voluptuous curves and taut flesh all bounced and wobbled, while her pussy clinched tighter around his dick. Her tits bounced against his chin, smacking him, while these panting moans and groans slipped through her teeth.

“Fuck, you're big~” Bridget commented as she increased the pace of her riding, “And...! Hgggn~! So deep too~”

Her words were enticing, exciting him even if he didn't want to admit it. Something about how she praised him for being so big, and reaching so deep, was different from when Amy did it. When his wife praised his cock, it always came with the caveat that she was frightened of it. Outside of a rare few times, she never took his cock deep like Bridget was now, and whenever she did, it always left her feeling miserable afterwards. But no such problem affected the wolfess.

She indulged in his cock, enjoyed it, got so fucking wet that she was making a mess of their thighs! And something about the wolfess' bucking activated something in Dwight's head. Finally – after so much goading – he let his inhibitions go away. Bridget wanted to get fucked? Then fine, so be it.

She was going to get fucked!

Lift!

“What?

Whump!

“Oof!?”

Dwight may have been an office worker, but they were all sporty young adults who visited the gym more often than others may think. You could not underestimate his strength. Bridget made that mistake, as she was so overwhelmed with the sex that she hadn't noticed his muscles flex. And after gripping her hips and butt, he lifted her up, and slammed her down on the couch.

Amy gasped in awe, shocked by the primal and forceful way he treated Bridget. It was a far cry from how he treated her in the bedroom, considering how frightened she was of sex. Here, he had no qualms using his physical strength to manhandle the wolfess.

Bridget gritted his teeth as she was pinned to the couch. Above him was Dwight... and he looked different from usual. His teeth were gritted and he was incredibly focused. The wolfess pulled back, somewhat confused... while he grabbed her leg and lifted it up, forcing her foot to dangle in the air.

THWAP!

“OH~!?”

One thrust! With one thrust, Dwight shot his cock upwards into Bridget's pussy, causing her body to jolt upright. Her wide tits clapped against one another and a stunned cry left her gaping maw. It was like she had been punched!

And Dwight was only getting started!

THWAP! THWAP! THAP! THWAP!

“NGGH ~~!? HGGGHH~~~! NNGGGHH~~~!”

Dwight's dick was a piston, and his body was the well-oiled machine that caused it to pump. In and out he thrusted, slamming his cock into Bridget with reckless abandon and aggression. With every thrust, the wolfess' body rolled and jumped, her tits spinning around to the point that they struck her chin. Gritting her teeth and clinching his eyes, she endured thrust after thrust, attempting to keep her defenses strong... and utterly failing at it.

“HRRAAH! HAAAH ~~~! AAAOOOUHH~~~!”

Wailing moans and roaring groans left Bridget as her pussy continued to clamp around and slurp on his cock. Her usually witty and bratty personality was stuffed to the wayside as she took pound after pound of his cock, while Dwight gripped her thigh tighter. His body flexed, muscles swelling as he pounded into her toned pussy, and growing ever faster.

He... really only ever had sex with Amy. Even in her dazed mind, Bridget could tell. Why? Because Ike lacked style. There was no finesse to his thrusting, no regard for things like angles or precision. Nope! He just... fucked her, like a young man having sex for the first time! Probably because this was the first time he'd ever experienced this feeling.

Standing to the side with her hands on her knees, Amy panted desperately for breath as she watched her husband rail Bridget. The man before her now couldn't be called Dwight, or Ike, or Ikey, or anything like that. No. The man before her right now was a voracious beast! He pounded the wolfess into the couch, and – somehow – the wolfess took it! She took all of it!

His thick cock with its proudly bulging veins, slammed in and out of Bridget's pussy. Each thrust caused her juices to splatter about, while her labial lips widened around to properly hold his generous girth. Amy's green eyes were wide as she shifted her angle, really watching the wolfess' pussy pulse, and throb, and swell as her husband fucked her.

How was that possible? Was it because she was a tall wolfess, and Amy herself was a short cat? No, that can't be it! She couldn't even suck her own husband's cock, but Rebecca – who's only a few inches taller than her – was capable of deepthroating him! How could they do it?

Those feelings of envy and jealousy flowed through Amy... but she remained in place. Instead she watched, watched as Dwight fucked Bridget, watched as the wolfess howled and moaned, watched as her husband's body flexed... and watched as they both came.

“HAH~! AH~! HAAH~! HAAH~! OOOH SHHHHIIIITTT ~~~! HAAAOOUUHHH~~~!!!”

Squuuuuuiiiirrrrrt!

“Oh wow~” said Rebecca laxly, “Who could imagine that Bridge would be such a squirter.”

And how.

The wolfess' cunt tightened around Dwight's cock, followed by a jet-force blast of feminine cum. It wasn't just thick, it was strong too, and capable of reaching high enough to stain Ike's stomach, before arching back down. And as she came, she howled out loud, her voice reverberating off the walls of the apartment as her mind drifted into ecstasy.

Only to feel this incredible and overwhelming heat flow into her belly.

“Nnghh!”

Glorp! Glurk! Glunk!

“Wh-what is that noise...?” said Amy as she pulled her hand back.

That sound? That was the sound of Dwight's orgasm.

With a volume far greater than anything he's given her, Ike tanked a thick and copious load inside of Bridget's pussy. The wolfess pulled up, her once howling moan becoming a high-pitched squeal as she felt his cum. It was thick, it was plentiful, and it was fucking HOT! It felt like he was transforming her womb into a sauna!

Dwight's dick continued to sputter inside of her snatch, blasting several ropes of hot seed which filled her outright. Or, well, it would have filled her outright... had it not been for that condom he was wearing. Instead, the black rubber expanded, swelling like a balloon inside of Bridget's pussy. She winced... then panted as the odd swelling sensation started to subside.

Resting on the couch, sweat adorning her body and leaving her glistening, the wolfess gazed down to where they were connected. Ike's thick dick was still undulating in her snatch, blasting off even more wads of cum... before finally coming to a halt. Damn. He really was backed up.

For several moments they sat there, panting like they'd run a marathon. Dwight then released his grip on Bridget's leg, letting it drop... before he pulled back sloooowwwwlllyyy. A wincing moan left the wolfess as she felt his cock grind one last time along her vaginal walls... before finally retreating with a loud--

Shlup!

Still erect, Dwight's cock stood up, throbbing as the condom continued hanging on it. And collected within the bottom of it like a water balloon was his cum. The translucent film of the rubber let everyone see just how abundant his seed was. And no one was more shocked than Amy.

Do you know how many times he's left her face glazed with cum? Or coated her hands in seed? Or absolutely left her thighs slathered with spunk? Too many times to count considering her phobia! But this? Somehow the seed he planted in that condom was greater.

Following their twin orgasms, Bridget and Dwight steadily returned to reality... and realized what they had done. The both of them watched as their cheeks turned red in unison, followed by their eyes darting to look anywhere but at each other? They couldn't look at Rebecca; she was grinning like a little devil. And they definitely couldn't look at Amy; neither side was ready to face the pink cat for what they had done, despite this being her plan! So instead... they awkwardly looked at the wall and ceiling respectively.

“Um.. ah~ so... like... fuckin' there~” said Bridget.

“Gggh... I can't believe...” Sliiidddeee! “Ah!?”

Scrambling, Dwight quickly grabbed the condom he was wearing, stopping it from slipping off his cock and spilling cum everywhere. Slowly drawing it off his length, he raised it up, drawing everyone's attention to his sordid bounty. Ike was embarrassed, Amy was frightened, Bridget was stunned... and Rebecca was laughing.

“Good thing Ames brought those condoms,” the bat remarked, “With how you two were going at it, Dwight would've knocked you up, Bridge!”

“Gack! Don't even say stupid shit like that!” the wolfess snarled as she shot upright on the couch, “I ain't goin' to have kids any time soon, least of all his...! Um... but...” a blush then formed on her cheeks as she looked down, staring bashfully into the couch, “Ike...? If uh... if you need help... ya'know... relieving yourself... you can call me, 'kay?”

“Nggh!? C-call you!?” he shouted as he glared at the wolf, “What the heck are you...!? Ugh...!” he then stopped, calming down as he palmed his head, “This is insane. Did I hit my head in the shower or something...?”

Slowly... hesitantly... Dwight turned to face his wife. He expected to see her either stand there with her mouth agape, or fuming with anger despite this being her idea. Instead, he saw Amy stand there in a somewhat composed manner... as she looked at her own hand.

Her own hand which was stained with her nectar.

Watching Dwight and Bridget fuck, the rose feline pleasured herself idly to the point that she came around her hand. Making matters more shocking for her, she didn't even remember doing it. But the odor that wafted around her body? That was the unmistakable odor of her orgasm; Ike knew it well.

Amy turned to face him, panting like an animal as she wore this face he couldn't explain. Was she aroused? Jealous? Some odd combination of the two emotions? He wanted to ask her how she felt. Instead, she took a step closer... and gingerly brought over her hand, where she placed it on his dick.

“Aah...?” Dwight winced, while his wife brushed her slender fingers along his cum-covered shaft.

“D-does it hurt...” Amy asked whilst looking up at him.

“Uh... uh...? N-no...? Kinda...?” he answered.

“Did... did it... did... Gulp... did it feel good? Do you feel satisfied? B-be honest...”

For a few seconds, Dwight remained quiet... before nodding.

“Yes...”

Amy smiled.

“Th-thank you... th-thank you for telling me this, Ikey...” said the pink cat, her voice shuddering as she turned to face her friend, “Bridget...?”

“Um... y-yeah, Ames...?”

“Uh... if... if...” she pointed at her husband's crotch, “If Ikey is having problems... you will help him, r-right...?”

“Uh... s-sure...?”

“Nyeeh... th-thanks...”

…

Pleasure. Such an odd word. Hearing it makes sense; pleasure is a sensory that – quite bluntly – feels good. You can find pleasure in a variety of ways, be it eating good food, accomplishing some goal, listening to music, or – as it pertains to his situation – through having sex.

But is pleasure good for you? Is it good to find pleasure when you fear that it is negatively affecting you at the same time? Kind of like doing drugs. Yes, drugs are pleasurable – people wouldn't do them if they weren't – but they undeniably destroy one's body... and mind.

And that's what Dwight was feeling. His body may not be deteriorating, but his mind was...

He'd never had sex like that before. Experiencing what he did with Bridget and Rebecca left his body trembling with delight. The sounds they made, the way they explored his cock, the feeling of their breasts; every aspect of their little threesome was amazing.

And when he fucked Bridget, the wolfess didn't sputter or 'glitch out' like Amelia did. For the first time in... ever, he was able to go all out. He didn't even know he was capable of such a thing! All of those lewd thoughts and dreams became a reality, and it was thanks to Amy's friends.

And that made him feel so damn bad!

North Point Gym! When you have a bunch of sporty young adults who needed to look good in order to feel good, then North Point Gym was a must. A spacious place, the gym – like most gyms – was neatly sectioned off into several areas. There were the treadmills, the weight lifting area, the boxing ring, the punching bags, and an area meant for yoga and stretching. And here was Dwight, walking over towards the punching bags while holding two bottles of cold water. And in front of him...

“HIYAAAH!” PUNCH! “YAAAH!” PUNCH! “HIYAAAAH!” KICK!

“Hey! Ames! No kicks! It's boxercise, not kickboxercise! There's a fuckin' difference!”

Dressed in a sports bra while wearing these tight pants was Amelia. Her nimble and athletic body was on near full display as she threw punch after punch into the weighty punching back in front of her. Pink fur glistening with sweat, the rose feline was an effervescent goddess of athleticism and feminine grace as she delivered punches into her targets... with a few kicks thrown in for added measure.

Was Amy so athletic that she had rippling muscles and abs like a certain wolfess? No. She was lithe and graceful like a talented gymnast more than she was an actual boxer. Her body was firm, just not toned and pronounced.

Speaking off that 'certain wolfess'...

PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! KICK!

“Again with the kicks...” Bridget murmured, “Are you even listening, Ames!?”

Positioned behind the punching bag, the wolfess used her body to keep it in place. Every strike caused the punching back to bounce back into her body, forcing it to remain steady in place, which allowed Amy to punch it more. Like the feline, she too was wearing gym clothes of a sports bra and tight pants, both of which hugged tantalizingly close to her body.

The heft of her bosom... the tonnage of her thighs... the curvature of her abs... ugh... why was it only now that Dwight realized how sexy Bridget was? He always thought she was a beautiful young woman, but he was never sexually attracted to her. He had a wife for Pete's sake!

But, right, of course these thoughts would fill his head. They've fucked.

“HIIIIYAAAAAH!”

PUNCH!

“Nghh! Damn, Ames... are you angry or something?” a morose tone rang from behind.

Sitting casually on a bench behind her, one leg raised over the other as she casually looked at her phone, was Rebecca. Much like the others, the black-haired bat was wearing gym clothes... though it was mostly unnecessary on her. Why bother wearing that sports bra and those shorts when she never actually does anything aside from sitting there? Did she just like the style?

Stuck in the center of these three girls was Dwight, wearing an odd expression. An awkward air hovered around him as he shared space with the three, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Aside from her harder than usual strikes, Amy, Bridget, and Rebecca all acted normal; as if he hadn't just had a threesome with them the other night. What was he supposed to make of that?

“Okay, Ames, take five,” said Bridget, causing the pink cat to come to a halt, “Your 'Ikey' is here to give you a bottle of water.”

“What? Ikey?” said the rose feline as she turned to face him, “Ah! You're back? I hadn't even noticed! I was so... fuuuh... so wrapped up in my boxercise...”

“Yeah. Heh... it's no biggie,” he said with a reassuring smile as he handed her a cold bottle of water, “You keep working at it, Amy. You... looked really focused today though. Is everything okay?”

“Hm? Of course everything's okay...” Amy replied as she took the bottle of water from him, “Why? Am I acting weird to you?”

“Uuhhhh...”

Dwight didn't answer. Instead, he looked over, staring at the punching bag... and the wolfess who leaned on it. Bridget was staring at him, smirking in a devilish manner. In her eyes, he could see her replaying the events of the other night, and that caused him to tense up. This wasn't made any better when he gazed in the opposing direction to see Rebecca. The bat too was staring at him as she leaned on the bench, this taunting smirk on her lips as if torturing him with what they had done.

And in the center was Amelia, casually popping the top of her bottle and drinking the cold water down.

“Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gaah!”

The rose feline drank her bottle of water with her head tipped back, and her sweaty body glistening in the light of the gym. Her long pink hair was tamed into a ponytail, and her athletic figure was on full display. From the peach shape of her butt, to her curvy and spherical breasts, and her narrow waistline, Amy was a cat in every sense in the word. And while she may be frightened of her husband's penis, he was not frightened of any aspect of her body.

“Hnn...!”

“Hm?”

“Mm?”

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Dammit! Ya'know the worst thing about tight gym pants? The inability to hide your erections when they start to grow.

Dwight looked down... and so too did Rebecca and Bridget. Their eyes locked in on the prominent bulge he was sporting between his legs, and noticing how it seemed to throb with need. This wasn't the first time he had gotten a hard-on while at the gym, but it took on an entirely different connotation from before.

Instead of getting a cocky remark from Bridget, or a roll of an eye from Rebecca...

“Keekeekee!” the bat giggled.

“Hm?” Pop! “Is something wrong?” asked Amy as she pulled her lips from her bottle.

“No, Ames,” said Rebecca as she hopped off of the bench, her great breasts bouncing up and down, “I just noticed something about Dwight here.”

“Wh-what?” asked the feline as she looked back at her husband, “I-Ikey, is something wrong? Are you okay?” her head then tipped down, “If you're hurt, you... can... tell... me...? Oh... oh... th-that's it, isn't it...”

An intense blush formed on Amy's cheeks... one that grew even brighter as Rebecca casually sauntered over towards her husband. The rubenesque bat gripped his arm tight, hugging it up against her breasts, which caused Dwight to stiffen. He opened his mouth to say a word, but – in a surprising showing of assertiveness – the bat began to brush her dainty fingers along his prominent bulge. He expected this kind of behavior from Bridget of all people, not from--!

“B-Becca...” Dwight groaned as he gazed to the side, “What are you doing...?”

“Keekee~! Don't act so prudish now, Dwight,” she replied, “Not with how you were with us when that beast came out to play. Remember what Bridge said before? If you need to relieve yourself, you can call us.”

“No. I said he could call on me!” the wolfess corrected, making Rebecca shrug her shoulders.

“Semantics, semantics...”

Her thin tail sprung up as she continued to grip and stroke upon Dwight's broad body... and Amy watched. Bridget was only a few inches taller than she was, so much like her, the bat only came up to her husband's chest. But despite that staggering difference in height, her friend exuded endless allure and sex appeal. It made the pink cat's face blank further, as that frustration and humiliation began rising in her chest again.

It was her who got her husband hard... but it was Rebecca who was going to enjoy such fruits.

Wrapping her arms around Dwight's arm, the bat squeezed him between her luscious breasts. He looked down at her, his eyes meeting her bright blue eyes... and the look of lust that burned within them. Bridget was often the one with a mean and dangerous streak, but that's not to say Rebecca was passive. The bat was just restrained... but that made her no less bold. And that boldness was showing as she began tugging him towards the jungle of punching bags.

“Hm? B-Becca...?” Dwight said as he looked at her, “What...? Where are we going?”

“You're horny, right?” replied the bat with a coy smirk, “And it's Bridge and mine's duty to deal with that horniness, right? Keekeekee! Then let me help out this time.”

“Um...! W-wait, but...!” he looked around, “It's...! W-we don't have any condoms...! A-and... we're in the middle of the gym!” Jab! “Nnff!?”

“Yes, we are,” said Rebecca as she jammed her elbow into his gut, silencing him, “So you need to stay quiet! And... kek... don't worry about those condoms. I know of a way where our lack of rubbers won't be much of a detriment...” she paused for a moment, looking over her shoulder, “Hey, Bridge, Ames... make sure no one's a peeping tom, okay?”

“Yeah, sure...” said the wolfess with this knowing grin.

“Um... o-okay... uh...” Amy stuttered, stammering in place.

The rose feline stood there, her cheeks incredibly red as she watched her husband – her husband – be taken away by Rebecca, vanishing behind some of the punching bags. It was surprisingly dense in this location. Sure, if you were staring from afar, you might see people towards the back of the punching bags... but you probably wouldn't.

That made it perfect.

Dwight trembled, bullets of sweat pouring down his brow as he glanced over his shoulder. Towards the front of the punching bags, he could see Amy gripping one and stare over its edge, watching her husband and Rebecca move further away. Bridget was paying attention to their surroundings to make sure the coast was clear... but still took curious glances of her own.

What was he doing? Seriously, what the heck was he doing!? Why was he standing here with Rebecca? Why did he allow things to progress this far!? Was he horny? Yes! But what man doesn't get horny when his wife is sexy!? That doesn't mean he expects her – or anyone for that matter – to start sucking his cock!

But Rebecca acted like it did. And Rebecca was far too alluring to resist. He felt the same draw on him now as he did the other night when they had that threesome. The bat was irresistible, and when she looked up at him with those blue eyes of hers, he felt ensnared in her seductive grasp. She even pushed in close, pressing her huge tits against them to the point that they squished against his waist. And for added spice on top of this sexual cake, she placed her finger to her lips...

Chu!

And blew him a kiss.

Amy was the most feminine and dainty. Bridget was the most aggressive and tomboyish. But Rebecca? For as aloof and as indifferent as she appeared to be, she was perhaps the most seductive and promiscuous. From the way she wiggled her hips, to how she pressed her breasts against him, and the alluring looks she shot him, it was all so purposeful and flawless.

Rebecca brought her hands along Dwight's toned hips, groping him as she gave taunting squeezes. That came to a stop when she gripped his gym shorts, and slowly pulled them down. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. She didn't stop.

Fwip! Smack!

“Aauh~?”

His cock freed from his shorts and underwear, it immediately swung up... and smacked Rebecca in the face. She flinched and pulled back, before staring up towards the towering monolith of meat that hung above her head. Just like the other day, Ike's cock was thick and long, pulsating as veins ran along his shaft. She thought it would be a little bit smaller following his tryst with Bridget... but that's clearly not the case.

Good. Now it was Rebecca's turn to experience what the wolfess felt!

Placing her hand on Dwight's dick, she gently stroked her palm up and down his shaft, coaxing groans from his lips. His heart was still tightening in his chest, both worried that they would be caught, but also worried that he was again hurting Amy. But in spite of those warring thoughts, he continued standing there, letting the bat work her magic.

Getting down on her knees before him, Rebecca leaned in, pressing her nose up against his cock. It throbbed against her, pulsed against her, burned against her... and when she took a deep smell...

“Snnniiifffffff! Oooohh~~~”

What was it Bridget said the other night? About how she understood why Amy was quick to run off with Dwight after he got done working out in a gym? Yeah, Rebecca could understand it too. All that sweat and steam wafted off his body, covering him in that natural male musk that was over-fucking-powering! The bat even moaned, while her blue eyes grew hazy with incredible lust.

With that lust came desire, and with that desire came hunger.

Opening her mouth, Rebecca let him gaze down her teeth and fangs towards her throat. And after aligning her gaping maw with his throbbing cock... she pushed down.

“Nmmmm~~~”

“Hrrrggghh!”

Like the previous night, Rebecca flaunted her flawless fellatio skills as she pushed Dwight's dick down her maw. Not to say it was easy however. Was it her? Or had his cock gotten bigger since the last time? She swore it was pushing her jaw apart more than it did previously.

Meh... whatever...

An erotic moan left Rebecca's lips as the taste of his steaming cock danced along her tongue. The feeling of her moan reverberated through his dick and up his body, making Dwight moan as well. His legs grew loose briefly, nearly making him fall over... but he was quick to stiffen back up. The bat continued her blowjob nonetheless, pushing down until she was over halfway down.

Darn her. Darn her and her perfect skill. Her teeth graced along his shaft, and her tongue coiled around his cock, holding him completely hostage. Even her spit and drool tangled around his cock, furthering her domination over him. And when she got used to the feeling of his gifted member resting in her maw, Rebecca looked up at Ike, gave him a flirty wink, and began to move.

“Nmm~ Mmf~ Hnm~ Mmm~ Nmm~~~”

With a flurry of short yet powerful sucks, Rebecca bobbed her head along Dwight's dick, moaning around him. His mouth split open and he gave a deep groan, but he could look nowhere but her. The bat's blue eyes – laced with lust – held his gaze completely dominated. The entire gym could've been watching him get a blowjob and he wouldn't have noticed it!

But the entire gym wasn't watching. Amy was.

Still clinging to the side of the punching bag, the pink cat watched as Rebecca's head pushed up and down upon her husband's cock. Like before, the bat showed only slight strain when dealing with something so gifted. Otherwise, it was a smooth back and forth motion as she left him lathered in spit.

Biting into her bottom lip and closing her eyes, Amelia imagined it was her giving Dwight a blowjob in the middle of the gym. In that fantasy, she wouldn't be frightened of how long and thick he was. But that's all it was; a fantasy. In reality, she was forced to stand aside and watch as Rebecca did what she couldn't.

And listen to the moans her husband gave.

The bat opened her maw, letting Dwight watch as her tongue released its hold around his cock. But that's only so she could grind and slither that serpentine appendage along his shaft and glands, drawing deeper moans from within. She wasn't too shy of exploring his slit either, being sure to scoop up as much of his precum as she could.

Gripping his cock by the shaft and holding it up, Rebecca's wicked tongue dragged and curled from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the head... before wrapping around his glands, seizing control over it. Once more pushing her lips around his shaft, she pursed them, tightened them, and started giving suckles all over again. Jolts of pleasure started racing down Ike's body as her blowjob quickened in pace, and a sliver of drool started hanging from his lip. At the same time, he felt himself growing... hungry.

Ike's cock hardened further, becoming as hard as steel. Placing her hands on his hips, Rebecca braced herself against him as her lurid fellatio doubled in speed. His prominent veins throbbed along his shaft, and his balls grew even tighter, telling the bat everything she needed to know. He was about to cum, and from the feeling of it, it was going to be a good one.

A lascivious grin appeared on Rebecca's lips, even with her mouthful of cock. She looked up at Dwight, shooting him a flirty wink... before pushing down full around his cock, deepthroating him. He locked up, groaned too... and then felt the 'Clinch!' of her throat.

“Nnggghhh!!!”

Glorp! Glurp! Glurrk!

“Aah!?”

Amy flinched. That sound! That was the sound of Dwight cumming! It was the same sound as last time when he came in Bridget's pussy! But this time, it wasn't being caught in a condom. This time, it was being contained inside of Rebecca's mouth and throat.

The bat moaned hard around Dwight's dick as his virile and hot seed flooded her throat. It was so thick, and it spread out like the blast of a shotgun! Coating her gullet, she was forced to pull back, allowing him to blast his seed into her mouth. And there was so much, it snapped from her lips, sending strands of drool and cum along her muzzle.

Those blasts of seed may have been quick... but she swore he tanked enough inside of her to put a bukkake squad to shame.

Rebecca pulled back, her head tipped up towards him as her cheeks were puffed with cum. Gazing into her blue eyes, he watched as she smiled at him... before opening her mouth wide.

“Naaaaaaaaaawwww~”

There, swimming and squirming within her mouth, was his cum. It was thick and gelatinous, and it swished and swayed around her teeth and tongue. The bat even lifted it up with her tongue, as if proud of the sordid bounty she received... before finally closing her mouth shut...

“Gulp! Gllp! Gllrp! Glurp!”

And swallowing it down.

Opening her mouth again, Rebecca showed Dwight that, yes, she swallowed it all down. But it wasn't just him who was left marveling at her erotic skill; it was Amy as well. Gritting her teeth and stiffening to the tip of her toes, the rose feline fidgeted in place while wondering...

How!? How was that possible!? Do you know how many times Dwight came on her face or on her mouth, and how it left her sputtering? But Rebecca swallowed it down with ease! The more this went on, the more frustrated and inadequate Amy felt! But... what could she do? Even from this angle – far though it was – Ike's cock appeared insurmountable.

But Rebecca was just getting started.

“Hey! Ames! Bridge!” she shouted whilst standing up before Dwight, looking him in his eyes, “No one's noticed anything, have they?”

“Nooooope!” the wolfess replied.

“Uh... n-no...” and Amy did likewise...

“Good...” said the bat as she gripped her sports bra with one hand and her gym shorts with the other.

“Wait! Whoa! B-Becca!” said Dwight through gritted teeth, “What are you doing!?”

“What does it look like I'm doing~?” she replied cockily, “We're not done until your satisfied, remember?”

“What!? But I am satis--” Tug! PLOP-PLOP! “Fied...? Aah...”

Sports bras were meant to compress and contain. You know; they keep breasts in place so when you're jogging, they don't smack you in the face! At least, that's what Dwight always thought! But when it came to Rebecca, it was like her sports bra was struggling to contain her gargantuan bust!

With one tug with both her hands, the bat pulled up her sports bra, and pulled down her shorts, exposing both her great tits and her pussy in one go. Her large breasts bounced on her chest, with puffy areola and barbell-studded nipples. Her pussy meanwhile was shapely and plump, while glistening with nectar.

With a grin that wouldn't look out of place on Bridget's face, Rebecca sauntered over towards Dwight, and once again placed her hands on his hips. His cock was softening following his orgasm, but it wouldn't get far. Pursing her lips, she planted a kiss upon his dick, before straightening up right... and turning around.

Placing her hands on the punching back behind her, the bat stuck out her wide ass, pressing it against Dwight's dick. His length perfectly slid between her butt cheeks like a hot dog, allowing her to start twerking her ass around him.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The erotic sound of Bridget clapping her ass around his cock mixed with the sound of Dwight's moans... and both flowed straight into Amy's ears. The pink cat stiffened in place and gritted her teeth, watching and listening to the erotic display. How had she never thought about doing that before!? She had a nice butt! Dwight loved her butt! But she's never hotdogged him before! Great! Now she felt humiliated and stupid!

Rebecca's juicy ass continued twerking around Dwight's dick, not allowing him to get soft in the least bit. No flaccidity here; he quickly stiffened back to maximum... and then some! Her fangs biting into her plump bottom lip, the bat felt his dick throb against her ass, burning her up from touch alone!

“Keekeekee! Good, Dwight,” said Rebecca... as her thin bat tail stood up tall, “Okay~ See my asshole? Keekeekee~! I want you to shove your dick right in there. Go ahead; I can take it~”

“Wh-wha...?”

Her asshole? Anal sex!? Rebecca and Dwight were about to have anal sex!? No! That's not fair! Amy wanted to have anal sex! She was still an anal virgin, dammit! They tried once – with lubricant, of course – but it didn't go too well.

But Rebecca had no issues. Deviously, she shook her hips left and right, taunting Dwight with her backdoor. It was tight and puckering, sweaty too, and it twitched with this fervent need. Despite his earlier refusal, Ike no longer felt capable of denying the bat. He just... reached down... and placed his hand on her ass.

Squeeeezzeee!

“Yeeaaaah~ Like thaaaaat~”

Rebecca's sonorous moan filled the air as she wiggled her hips. The fat of her ass spilled through the cracks of Dwight's fingers, as if begging to be squeezed more. Instead he grabbed his cock by the base, and tipped its swollen head towards her puckering anus. Her teeth gritted, the bat gripped tighter upon the boxing glove in front of her, bracing herself for penetration.

Dwight did not disappoint.

Puuuuuuuuuussssh!

“Yeeeaaaaaaah~~~”

His cock penetrated her ass, spearing her anus and diving inside deep. Anal walls slid apart, gripping around his rod the deeper and deeper he pushed it inside. Her back arching up, a wicked smile was painted upon Rebecca's lips as her nose pointed to the ceiling, and this sliver of drool hung from her fangs.

Fuck. This was way better than her toy. His cock throbbed in her anus, its heat burned her up, and from the tip precum endlessly sputtered, staining every inch of her asshole and leaving it glistening. Damn. Dwight was endowed indeed, and he never knew it. His large cock was nothing more than a hindrance to pleasing his wife, but Rebecca showed no issues with it. She even pushed back, sinking that cock deeper into her ass until...

Pat...

Her juicy ass pressed against his waist, flattening against him.

Both Ike and Rebecca were left panting for breath as his cock pulsed in her ass. This feeling, this texture; it was far different from the feeling of Amy or Bridget's pussy. The bat's asshole had so many unique ridges and folds within them, and they all teased along his cock. And in this position, he had the perfect grip on her wide wide hips and fat ass.

Gritting his teeth as the pleasure overrode his senses, Dwight reached down and grabbed upon Rebecca's hips. The bat groaned from his grip, wiggled her hips too, all to work herself further into his domineering grasp. She could feel him start to change, becoming that beast who pounded Bridget into the couch.

That's what Rebecca wanted. She wanted that beast.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Haaah~! Aaah~! Ooooh~! Hooh~!”

Was this happening? Seriously? Was this happening?

Amy stood there, biting into her bottom lip as her body remained as stiff as a board. Her fists were curled at her sides and her green eyes were wide, watching as her husband – her husband – pounded into Rebecca's backdoor like he owned the place! He lacked finesse, lacked style, but that didn't matter. There was this primal desperation to him; he couldn't stop fucking her!

And the bat took aaaaalllll of it.

Much like the other night when she watched Dwight fuck Bridge, there was this look of shock and amazement in Amy's eyes. She already couldn't believe that someone could actually take Ike's cock, but now he watched as Rebecca – a bat who was barely taller than her – took his dick up her ass!

Dwight carved it out with thrust after thrust, the impacts of his waist sending quakes through her juicy ass. Her flesh and fur rippled like the surface of a lake, with said ripples traveling up her back and towards her head. Up and down her jet-black hair bounced... while her great tits swayed back and forth with a pendulous sway.

The rougher Ike grew with her, the faster her body moved. Soon the once rhythmic 'Pat! Pat! Pat!' noise, shifted into a loud and frantic 'PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!' Rebecca's body rocked back and forth, pounding against the punching bag in front of her until her cheek was flattened against his taut surface. Lurid moans and lascivious groans left her gaping maw, and she drooled upon the punching bag as her mind began to ebb and flow. All she could do was take it; take every inch of his thick cock while her claws dragged down the punching bag in front of her.

Back and forth, Amy watched as Rebecca's asshole tightened and wrapped around her husband's turgid cock. That jealousy, that envy, that humiliation; it all arose in her chest, making her legs buckle. Do you know how many times she's fantasized about having anal sex with Dwight? It may be shameless, but that didn't make her lewd desires any less known! She wanted to experience all aspects of sex with her husband... but her aversion to his penis made that impossible.

But she couldn't, could she? Bridget could have sex with Dwight. Rebecca could have sex with Dwight. But unless she found a way to overcome her fear of his penis, Amy couldn't have sex with Dwight. It frustrated her. It angered her. But despite those feelings, she couldn't stop watching!

Amy's ears twitched as the sounds of Rebecca's moans grew louder and louder... yet not loud enough for anyone else in the gym to hear them. It was like a lewd symphony, and its only audience was her.

Amy asked for this; she orchestrated it and everything. But now that it was happening, she was starting to have second thoughts...

Dwight wasn't.

He was a wild and hungry beast that was let loose, and he used his strength to pound into Rebecca's ass. The bat was reduced to nothing but a toy for him; something to unleash all of his lust into. And with his tight balls smacking against her moist mound and his cock tightening further, Ike rammed his cock one last time into the bat's constricting ass. She locked up, her eyes squinting hard, her teeth gritting, and--

Squuuuuuiiiiiiirrrrrrrttt!!!

“Hnnnnngggghhh ~~~~!?!?”

Glorp! Glurrrp! Glurrrk!

“Aaauughhh~~~!?”

Cum. White-hot cum. It visibly and audibly 'Spurted!' out from Rebecca's ass, spreading lines of virile seed along her plump butt. Cum even streaked down Dwight's rod, running all the way to his balls before snapping off and falling to the floor. One would think after cumming in her mouth, his next load would be limited. But it would seem as if all those years of being inadvertently backed up resulted in his loads being big and thick.

It was like he was trying to breed her ass.

Amy saw it all. And Amy pleased herself to it all. Subconsciously, the pink cat rubbed at her pussy through her gym pants, stimulating her folds. Between her thighs her nectar overflowed, shining bright enough to be visible through her trousers.

If she were to push her fingers down her pants, she'd cum on the spot.

But Amy didn't. She just stood there, rubbing at her cunt through her pants while Dwight slowly pulled his cock out of Rebecca's spent asshole. Her tight anus was left gaping slightly as his cock slid out of her with an audible 'Schlop!', with cum bubbling out of it. White and gelatinous, it mixed with the splintered lines of seed from before... while the bat collapsed upon her knees.

“Oooooohhh shhiiiiittt~” she moaned, “Hah~ Ha~ Haah~”

But something happened at that moment. Something odd. Amy thought that their dicey little tryst had concluded. Dwight had climaxed and so had Rebecca; that meant it was over, right? Well... yes... but also no.

Still sitting on her knees, the bat turned, facing Ike as she looked up towards his face. That lust and desire was still in her eyes as she placed her hands on his hips; she wasn't finished with him quite yet. Not with this cock bouncing in front of her. This steaming, throbbing, sweat and cum-covered cock. It needed a proper cleaning.

“Shlip! Nmmmm~~~”

That cock was just in her ass... but Rebecca didn't care. Pushing her mouth around his member, she sucked him in deep, groaning around him. Like before, her teeth graced along his sides, and her tongue licked along his shaft. But she did so much slower now as she took her time to properly clean every inch of his cock until not one bit of seed remained. On his cock she tasted not only him but herself. It made her wings flap and her ears twitch. And once she was done, she pulled back...

Pop!

And smiled.

Dwight didn't respond to her smile, not audibly, anyway. Instead he groaned, disappointed with what he had done... but accepting it nonetheless. He then reached down and grabbed Rebecca, helping her stand upon her feet. She giggled from his touch in that morose way that only she could giggle, while he helped pull her gym shorts up her thicc ass, and pulled her sports bra down to cover her great tits.

“Keekeekee~ Do you do this with Ames often...?” asked Rebecca, garnering an annoyed glare from Dwight.

“Don't push your luck...” he mumbled back... though that only made the bat giggle more.

“Daaayuuuumm... that was fuckin' hot,” Bridget commented casually as she walked close, shooting the two a devious gaze, “For a guy who was so against this the other night, you sure didn't mind fuckin' Becca's ass somethin' fierce! And you planted a thick-ass load in her butt too!”

“S-stop that...!” Dwight replied whilst shaking his head and hands, “I don't wanna... hear what I just did...! Ah...” he then stopped, turning to face his wife, “Amy...?”

“Hm...?”

“Amy?”

“Huh! Wh-what?” she replied, snapping back to reality.

Her green eyes gazed at the faces of her friends and husband. They all looked concerned, with Ike being the most concerned. She opened her mouth several times to reassure them that she was okay... but her lips and hands were trembling. No, not just that; her entire body wouldn't sit still.

“I-I'm fine...” she whispered, “I... haah...” she then turned away, “Uh... we should... go... h-hit the showers... o-or something...”

Amelia didn't give anyone the time to speak to her; she was already rushing off for the gym's showers in the distance. That left Dwight standing there, palming his face in shame and disappointment with himself. While this was Amy's (insane) idea, he still felt like he was the one doing something wrong!

But...

Grab. Grab.

“Huh?”

Dwight looked to his right. There was Bridget. He then looked to his left. There was Rebecca. Both the wolfess and the bat were holding his hands and arms, gripping him in a reassuring manner. While the shame of these extra-marital affairs would never go away, there was something oddly soothing about the two being here with him. And their comfort helped make the negative feelings he had go away.

“C'mon, nerd,” said Bridget with a wry grin, “Let's hit the showers. Ya wife is waitin'.”

“Y-yeah...”

…

“Mrgrgrgr...!”

Night life in Document City was a sight to behold. All the lights on the streets that blitz by, the other cars beside her, the endless steels and grays of this concrete jungle; she loved it all. Or, well, she would love it all... if this is where she wanted to be! Nope! Instead of heading out for a fun night on this lovely Friday, she was stuck at the office due to overtime!

Thanks, overtime!

Amelia Howard was a woman of three worlds, and right now, she was in businesswoman mode, through and through. Wearing stockings, a black pencil skirt, a gray button up blouse and a black vest, she looked like your stereotypical office worker. She even had her long pink hair done up into a bun, and her makeup was restrained compared to normal!

Behind her car she drove through the city streets, wearing a drained and annoyed expression. Even the food she picked up from her favorite fast food restaurant failed to lighten her mood. If anything, it just reminded her that she'd need to take another visit to the gym soon to work off all that excess calories!

Ugh!

All Amy wanted to do was go home and throw herself into Dwight's arms. He should be home from his job by now. Maybe he'd already taken a shower, and they could just snuggle up with one another on the couch. They had weekends off together, so they could spend Saturday and Sunday spending quality time with one another.

Oh yes, that sounded nice.

But as she drove home and she was reminded of the fact that she and Dwight were going to be alone together, Amy remembered something about her husband: He loved her business clothes. The number of times she's seen him checking her out when she wears her work clothes always brought a smile to her face. She'd even pose for him, say something saucy like 'Take a picture; it'll last longer'. And he'd actually do it. She could tell from eyesight alone that he'd want to have sex with her in these clothes... and she wanted to do likewise.

Do you know how handsome Dwight looks in business formal!? Oh did she love tugging on his tie!

But there were two problems with this. #1, they really didn't want to get their work clothes messy. Besides, when would they have the time to pull it off? Before they headed to work? Amy didn't want to imagine going to work smelling of sex... or having cum in her clothes! That was even too embarrassing to think about!

But – let's be honest – it's #2 as to why they didn't do it. And, yes, it's all because of her fear of his dick. If merely seeing her in these clothes was enough to fire her husband up, then what size would his member be when those pants came sliding down? Just thinking about it made her face pale... and caused her to grow angry.

If it was Bridget or Rebecca, they'd be able to handle it. They've had sex with her husband twice now, and neither side showed much issue dealing with his gifted penis. Hell, Rebecca even had sex with Dwight in the middle of a fucking gym! That wasn't just impressive, it was bold too! But in doing so, that only further proved Amy's inadequacies!

The feline did not see herself as being a particularly lewd woman, but she wasn't prudish either. She had fantasies – some chaste, others lewd – and she wanted to live out those fantasies with her husband. But because of her aversion to his gifted size, she couldn't muster up the courage to attempt any of them.

There were so many things she wanted to do with Dwight… but just couldn't. And the only person she could blame was the person in the mirror. Ugh...

But... whatever... she could just snuggle up with him tonight on the couch. Not every night had to result in the two trying – and failing – to have sex. Especially if it resulted in souring her mood.

Parking her car in the lot outside of their apartment, Amy got out and dragged her hand along her head, stroking hair from her face. Her body was slumped over, exhausted from work today, and wanting only to shower and relax. But as she headed upstairs, it was like she felt some odd... presence. This feeling only grew when she rode the elevator up to her floor, and walked to her door – Room 24C. Pulling out her keys, Amy slid them in and twisted them... only to pause.

They were here, weren't they? She already knew it... but she pushed inside nonetheless.

Eeeeaaaaarrrrk!

The door slid open.

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

“HOOOOH~! HOOOH ~~! OOOHHH~~~!”

Amy's eyes grew wide and her ears quivered. There on the couch – there on her couch – was Rebecca. A very naked Rebecca. A very naked Rebecca with her husband's cock slamming into her snatch!

The shortstack bat rode her husband reverse cowgirl style, her back to his chest and her legs spread to take thrust after thrust into her greedy little cunt. Dwight's hands sat on the underside of her thighs, gripping her tight to keep her legs spread, while his cock – like a jackhammer – pounded into her pussy with so much force that her body rolled. From her plump ass to her great tits and her blunt hair, every inch of Rebecca's body rolled as his cock claimed her pussy over and over again!

And neither side seemed to even notice she was there.

Dwight was focused, his body steaming as the horny beast within him claimed Rebecca's body over and over again. The bat herself had squinted eyes, with tears and mascara lines running down her cheeks as her lips were pursed into this tight 'o' from which her wailing moans escaped.

“Ikey!? Becca!? Wh-what the heck is going on here!?” Amy shouted as she stuffed her fists to her side and slammed her foot down.

“Huh? Holy shit, Ames, you're home,” the familiar voice of a wolfess echoed from the side.

Amy turned. Entering from the kitchen's doorway was Bridget. A half-naked Bridget. A half-naked and sweaty Bridget. A half-naked and sweaty Bridget that was wearing her husband's bathrobe!

WHY WAS SHE WEARING HER HUSBAND'S BATHROBE!?!?!?!?

“Bridge! What is happening!?” Amy shouted through gritted teeth, her expression appropriately angry as she glared at her friend.

“Hm? What? Are you pissed or something?” asked Bridget as she walked in close, carrying with her a can of beer as she did so.

“What kind of response is that!?” the feline shouted as she gripped at her friend's shoulders, shaking her, “How am I supposed to feel when I come home and see my husband banging another girl on our couch!?”

“But you didn't have a problem before when he was fuckin' me on the couch,” Bridget replied with a shrug of her shoulders, “Besides, isn't this what you wanted us to do? You told us that if Dwight is having problems, we should help him. Well... he was havin' problems, and he called us. Apparently, he was goin' to wait for you to come home, but when you said you had overtime, he decided to call us. I was hangin' out with Becca already, so we just came over together.”

“Tch!”

Amy looked down, her teeth gritted as her face contorted into this visage of anger and frustration. But who was she angry at? Her husband? Her friends, or herself? Everything Bridget said was true. Amy did give them permission to help her husband out if he was having 'problems', and they were just doing their job. So was she angry at Dwight for actually calling them? No, she couldn't be. From the sounds of it, he tried waiting for her, only to grow disgruntled when he learned she had overtime.

No. Amy was angry with one person, and that person was herself. She asked for this, but perhaps she thought she was made of sterner stuff. Maybe she thought Dwight having sex with her friends was preferable to him having sex with some random woman on the street. Maybe even a naive part of her thought that it was okay if he had sex with her friends so long as she was there to watch.

But none of that was true, and all of it was shortsighted. That frustration and humiliation was rising further in her chest, and no one seemed to notice or care.

“Is... everything okay...?” asked Bridget as she tilted her head, “Do you need a drink?”

“I-I'm fine!” said Amy as she pushed away from her friend, “Just... ugh!”

“CUMMING! I'M CUUMMIINNNGGG ~~~!” Rebecca suddenly announced as her head fell back, “GGUUUUUUUHHH~~~!!!”

SQUUUUIIIIIIRRRRTT!!!

With greater force than she showed at the gym, the bat's pussy spasmed around Dwight's dick, shooting a jet-force of feminine jizz which arched high in the sky. Amy gawked at the sight of her friend's orgasm, amazed by her release as it stained the floor and coffee table in front of her. And to help complete the binding of their orgasm...

“HNGH!!!”

SPLORT! SPLURRT! SPLORT!

Amy's eyes widened again. Dwight's cock began to undulate, with cum traveling from his balls, along his shaft, and straight to the tip. His dick roared inside of Rebecca's womb, spraying his seed with such strength and force that he could breed a nation. And the rubenesque bat felt it. Her deep moans and groans filled the air, shifting into panting noises as she felt the heat of his seed fill her.

But not quite.

Ike pulled his cock out of her pussy with a lewd 'Shlap!' revealing the fact that – thankfully – he was wearing a condom. And like before with Bridget, cum had pooled at the bottom of his rubber, weighing it down with his thick load. Amy gawked at the sight of her husband's spunk, amazed by how fat and heavy it was. But when she stepped closer...

“I got it...”

Bridget beat her to the punch.

The wolfess walked closer to Dwight and Rebecca, grinning deviously as she brushed her fingers along his throbbing shaft. Fuck, it was so damn hot and big, and making matters better, his libido was seemingly endless. How did she know? Well, Bridget pulled his condom off and held it to her lips, where – much to Amy's shock and awe...

“Nmmmmm~~~”

The wolfess tipped the rubber back, slurping his cum out of it and letting it pool on her tongue. She moaned around his seed, swathed it around with her tongue, before swallowing it down like a well-trained slut. The entire show left Amy fidgeting in place, while her friend placed the used condom aside.

Beside many other used condoms.

If Amy's eyes were wide before, they were impossibly large now! There were so many used condoms sitting on the coffee table! On one hand, that's disgusting! Now she had to clean that sometime over the weekend! On the other hand, how much did Dwight cum!? There were enough used condoms here to fill out a sperm bank! Some of them were still floating around with seed, but most had been cleaned, perhaps by either Bridget or Rebecca's greedy tongues!

“What is... Gulp... what is going on here...?” Amy muttered in disbelief, while Bridget placed her hands on Rebecca's shoulders, and--

“Okay. Move over!”

Push!

“Nmmph!?”

With a forceful shove, the wolfess pushed the bat off of Dwight's waist, causing her to fall face-first into the couch. But her brain was so frazzled at the moment, that all she could do was give a groan as she laid there with her ass raised up. That left Ike open for the wolfess' ministrations, and with that wicked grin on her lips, she was ready to shower them upon him.

“My turn~!” said Bridget with a giggle as she pumped up her purple hair, “Are ya ready, Ikey?”

“Glk?”

Did Bridget do that on purpose? Because it got a rise out of Amy hearing her friend use her pet name for her husband. But instead of getting annoyed himself, Dwight instead gritted his teeth... then nodded.

“You're being too... playful, Bridge,” he whispered.

“Bah! Ya love this playful side of me,” said the wolfess with a wicked grin as she undid the sash of her bathrobe, “So let me just...”

Swip! Plop-Plop!

Pulling open the robes she was wearing, Bridget's wide and tear-shaped breasts bounced to freedom. The wolfess didn't stop there though, as her tail began wagging with a fervent need. And when her tail sprung up, she exposed her ass... and the fact that she had cum – both dried and fresh – seeping from her anus.

With his robes hanging on her shoulders, Bridget descended down towards Dwight's dick. It had grown flaccid following his climax, but it was still thick and twitching. Pursing her lips, she planted a few kisses upon his cock, before extending her broad tongue to lick upon it. His dick began throbbing soon after, bouncing back to life steadily as she started guiding it towards her lips. And after pushing her mouth down around him...

“Nmmm~~~”

Bridget's moan filled the air as she started sucking Ike off, cleaning him of both his and Rebecca's cum. But her fellatio didn't stop at just polishing his dick. Pushing down further, the wolfess lapped at his dick, audibly slurping up the spit, sweat, and cum off his cock and balls. Dwight shuddered from her hungry blowjob, feeling her teeth grace his length, and her tongue swirl around him. Instinctively, he drew his hand over and palmed the center of her head, causing her ears to twitch... and drawing her to sink down further.

“Glunk!”

“Haaaahah...!”

Dwight groaned, his voice filling the air as he leaned back on his couch. His cock slipped into Bridget's throat, which was quick to seize upon him. Her clinch was so tight, his cock even bulged upon her neck; the thick outline of it being so prominent and erotic

Amy felt her blood boil watching Bridget's performance. Was the wolfess trying to taunt her or something? Why was she sucking Dwight's dick in such a way!? How could she suck Dwight's dick in such a way? Wasn't it painful? Wasn't she choking or gagging? But there were no such issues with her blowjob! The wolfess just held close to him, swallowing over and over again to milk and massage his cock, and make sure it remained at maximum strength!

“Slurrrrrrrrrp! Pop! Haaaoouuhh...! Fuck, Ike. Were ya tryin' to choke me or somethin'?” asked Bridget, garnering an accusatory glare.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, watching as she reached to the side to grab that box of condoms, “You were the one holding so close.”

“Tch. Yeah. Uh-huh. Riiiggghht,” the wolfess replied with a saucy smirk, “Says the guy who was holdin' my head down with his firm hand. Gehehehehe!”

Pulling a condom out of that box, she ripped open its rapper, and placed the thin film between her pursed lips. With eyes wide, Amy watched as Bridget pushed her lips down around Ike's cock one final time, pushing that rubber around his length to contain him. It slid aaaalllll the way down to the hilt before she pulled back, leaving his cock covered in that new raincoat.

“There. Gehehehe~! Alrighty then...” standing up, she grabbed the robe she wore and pulled it free from her body, letting it drop to her feet, “Are ya ready, Dwight? Gehehehehe!”

Bridget's muscular body was on full display as she stood before Dwight: The toned thighs and arms, the shapely hips and narrow waist, the abs on her stomach, and – of course – her wide and busty breasts. Placing her fists on her hips, she pushed out her chest and grinned, gleefully flaunting her body... before locking her red eyes on his throbbing cock.

Target acquired!

Jump!

“What? Ooof!?”

Bridget did know she was a wolf, right? Amy's the cat, not her!

Ugh... whatever...

With the same predatory grace of a feline, the wolfess leaped upon Dwight with enough force that the couch nearly fell over. Landing atop his lap, she placed her hands on his shoulders, grinning as her red eyes met his brown ones. Audibly panting, white-hot breaths left her mouth and nostrils as her arousal had hit a fever pitch. Putting it lightly...

Bridget was fucking horny!

Sitting atop his lap, the wolfess reached down with one hand to grab his cock, angling it with her folds. A little nudging here, a little nudging there, and his dick slipped slightly into her folds. All they needed to do was--

PAT!

“Hoooouuuuhh~~~!”

Push.

Together, Dwight and Bridget pushed into one another, slamming his cock deep into her folds. Her tight vaginal walls spread open for what had to be the third time that evening... though she probably lost count. It was at least enough times that she swore her pussy and her ass both were modeled in the shape of his dick.

That's a lot of fucking.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HAAAAH ~~~! HAAAAHHHH~~~! HOOOOH ~~~! HAAAOOOOUUHHHH~~~!”

In a mirror of what happened the first night, Bridget rode Dwight on the couch. Her firm and shapely ass clapped against his pelvis, while her wide breasts bounced against his chin. Gripping tight upon his shoulders and back, she scratched lines into his flesh. Likewise for Ike, who gripped her ass tight enough to make her butt wobble.

They were this intertwined mass of flesh and fur. Dwight's gifted length slammed in and out of Bridget's pussy, triggering moans, groans and howls that echoed off the walls of the apartment. And all of them – all of them – bounced back into Amy's ears.

The pink cat stood there, her fists curled at her side, her teeth clinched, and this palpable rage in her green eyes. She was frustrated, humiliated, and – above all – so damn angry.

The wolfess' howls and moans danced in her ears, taunting her with what she wanted but couldn't have. She could enjoy Dwight. Rebecca could too. But Amy – his wife – couldn't. And why? Because she was afraid of the size of his penis? The bat was barely taller than her and yet she deepthroated his member like a seasoned pro! If anyone deserved to be with Ike, it was her; he was her husband dammit!

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Dwight suddenly grew more possessive, thrusting his length into Bridget with the force of a piston. His length carved through her pussy, beating down her walls as his balls smacked against her anus. A few more thrusts, and the wolfess was buckling. She nearly collapsed atop Ike, who held her upright. With their bodies glistening with sweat and steam, the two looked up at one another, Bridget appearing desperate and Dwight likewise. Just a few more thrust, and--

“HOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUHHH~~~!”

“NNGGH!”

SQUUUUIIIIIIRRT!

SPLOOOORRRRT!

Amy jolted in place. For the umpteenth time this night, he filled her snatch with another load whilst bringing her to a climax of her own. His cum filled the condom he was wearing, making it expand in her pussy and womb. She could feel his spunks heat through the film of his rubber, as if it were desperate to knock her up. It drew a lurid groan from Bridget, who began brushing her hands where her womb was.

“Oh... fuck, Ike,” she moaned whilst falling over, placing her nose up to his, “That was a lot. Damn... are you a fuckin' draft horse or somethin'? You're a fuckin'... breedin' machine~”

“I... I... I uh...” he mumbled back, making Bridget giggle.

“Oh... just shut the fuck up...” her eyes closed, she pursed her lips, “And let me just--”

A kiss? They were about to kiss?

Through aaaaalllllll of the trysts Amy had witnessed thus far, not once did she see her husband kiss either of them. He'd fucked them like a wild animal, they've sucked his cock like trained whores, and he plastered their bodies with cum. But this? This kiss? This kiss felt too far!

Why did she do this? Why did she think this was a good idea? This was an incredibly stupid idea! While she didn't want Dwight to suffer due to being incapable of relieving himself, she didn't stop to think about how she'd feel about it when it was happening.

She told herself before it was okay. A part of her even thought the idea was kinky and hot. But – again – there's a difference between reality and fantasy. What may sound hot in her head may not be hot in reality.

Darnit. What did Rebecca say when Amy originally pitched this idea to her friends? Something like...

However... we'll be overstepping bounds. And... feelings can get hurt.

Amy thought they couldn't be hurt anymore than before. She already saw herself as a failure since she was incapable of having sex with her husband; how could she possibly suffer more from that blow to her pride? Well, the answer was a lot more. Being afraid of your husband's penis is one thing. Watching your husband fuck your more talented best friends is something else entirely!

She was so naive. So stupid. So ignorant. This was obvious from the get-go, and she orchestrated it all nonetheless. Like purposefully driving into a wall; how could this not blow up in her face!?

Well... NO MORE!

“Stop it!” Amy suddenly said, making both Dwight and Bridget come to a halt.

“What was that...?” asked the wolfess with a telling grin, watching as the feline approached her.

“I SAID STOP IT!!!” she shouted as she pushed the wolfess off of Dwight's lap, “GET OFF OF MY HUSBAND!”

Weirdly enough... Bridget didn't fight back. She chuckled, but she wasn't annoyed or angry. If anything, she kinda saw this coming.

Not that Amy seemed to notice it.

“I'll be your partner tonight, Dwight!” said the feline as she placed her hand on her chest.

“Amy...” said Ike... before tensing up, “Wh-what? Are you sure? But your body, it's still--”

“Sh-shut up about that!” the feline shouted as she stomped her foot down, “I said I'll be your partner! I-I don't care how big you are! I can handle it!”

Reaching up, Amy pulled out the clips in her hair, undoing the bun she had. Her long pink locks fell over her face... but it did little to obscure the determined look in her emotional green eyes. And after pushing her hair back to fully reveal her face, the feline stomped up to her husband, grabbed the rubber wrapped around his dick, and pulled it off.

“Y-you're terrible!” she growled at her husband whilst grabbing his hand, “Wh-when you're showing off how wild and primal you are, h-how am I supposed to feel? Gah! Y-you even got me stuttering! Me! Of all people! So... please...” her face shifted, losing its composure as she gazed at him desperately, “Make love to me...”

She wanted to save her marriage and its sex life. That's why she did all of this. She feared that – in being incapable of pleasing her husband – she'd push Dwight away due to the size of his penis. He never said that was an issue, and always reassured her that he'd never do such a thing, but those fears were in her head nonetheless. Sure, he may say that now, but what would he say in another year, or another year after that? Eventually, his defenses were bound to wane, and he'd make a mistake.

Was it needlessly paranoiac and pessimistic? Maybe. But that's what Amy told herself. No sane person could ever see a world where Dwight would willingly cheat on her. But it's probably clear by now that the rose feline wasn't the most sane. She was emotional, dramatic, prone to making wild assumptions. But she was also dedicated, thoughtful, loving... and there was no one she loved more than Dwight.

His penis was scary, yes, but she wouldn't let it stop her from enjoying him. Not anymore.

Gripping his wrist tight, Amy pulled her husband's hand over towards her perky and spherical tit. Through her vest and blouse, he gripped upon her bosom, cupping his palm around her breast. It fitted perfectly in the palm of his hand, and when he squeezed it...

“Nyyhhhggg~~~”

Amy leaned her head back, moaning luridly as her eyes closed shut. His touch was familiar to her... and the same was true for him. He had groped both Bridget and Rebecca's tits a plethora of times since this whole mess started, but there was something about his wife's body that was just perfect.

Around and around he kneaded her bosom, making Amy pant as she looked up at him. Watching him have sex with her friends may have been humiliating, frustrating, and anger-inducing... but it was also an unbelievable turn on. Sweat percolated on her form, and she panted as if having finished a jog. Even her tongue was starting to hang out as desperation and desire started fueling her.

“Ikey~” Amelia moaned.

He twitched and locked up... then reached down and grabbed her. His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her in, resting his lithe wife on his lap. Mirroring what he did with Bridget, she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid flush against him, her perky breasts pressed against his flat chest. And after breathing in the same air as one another for several moments...

“Nmmph~!”

“Mmmm!”

The two kissed, their lips pressing together in a frantic dance. Moans escaped the gaps of their lips as they danced tongues with one another, with each second causing them to grow more and more passionate. Dwight's hand – so hungry and strong – gripped hard at her tit, squeezing and rolling her spherical breast around and around in circles. Amy's fangs bit into her bottom lip as her husband groped her, for she could feel the power of her palm through her uniform.

Her uniform...?

“Gah...! You're doin' this shit all wrong,” said Bridget as she stood behind Amelia, “No wonder you two can't fuck well. What the hell is wrong with ya? Are you two a bunch of virgins or somethin'?”

Amy looked over her shoulder, meeting Bridget and the saucy grin she wore. Moving in, the wolfess pressed her chest to her friend’s back, while reaching her arms around to the cat’s front. With deft fingers, she undid the buttons of the pink cat's blouse, opening it up to reveal her nimble and athletic body beneath... and the mature black bra she wore.

Drawing her hands up Amelia's dainty body, Bridget gripped her tits, holding and gripping them tight. Oh. So pert and firm. All that boxercise really had blessed Amy with quite the lovely body.

Gently, she pulled the rose feline off of her husband's lap, before sitting her down on her knees before him. Dwight's cock – oozing with cum – hung before Amy's face, throbbing with need and desire. Like so many times before, she felt intimidated by its size and girth. It cast a shadow upon her face; like an oppressive monolithic tower of flesh and meat.

“Do you see it?” a certain bat's voice suddenly called, making Amy jolt in place.

The feline looked up. Sitting there, reclining against her husband's side with her arms crossed beneath her gargantuan tits and this smirk on her lips, was Rebecca. She reached down, placing one of her dainty digits upon Dwight's shaft, where she stroked her finger all the way to the glands.

“It's so big, isn't it~?” she commented, “You should be proud of that, Ames. Dwight's so big and hard because of you~”

Amy shuddered as her words danced in her ears. Yes. Despite all of the rose feline's fears that her husband would find comfort in the arms of another woman, she should never doubt how arousing he saw her. Whether they be at home, at the gym, or even when she just got home from work in her business attire, Amelia was always sexy in her eyes.

It was a magnificent penis. All big and thick and powerful. The way it made a mess out of Rebecca and Bridget's pussies needed to be studied. Amy wanted it to do the same to her; to reduce her to nothing but limbs and fur that's gasping for breath like it had done her friends. But before, there was always fear, as she couldn't help but think about how painful it was, and how it was too big for her.

That was then, however. Right now? She felt if... if Bridget and Rebecca could ride this beast, she could too. All of those fantasies wouldn't be just fantasies, not anymore!

Chu~!

Throwing caution to the wind, Amy moved in, placing a kiss upon the underside of her husband's girthy member. It bounced on her face, while its heat and odor radiated upon her. When her nostrils flared and she took in his sexual scent, her eyes began to roll backwards. It was overpowering, overwhelming even. She even gave a throaty groan which reverberated through the air as she laid his cock along her face.

“Ikeeeeyyy~” Amy moaned.

This wasn't like how she usually was during sex. Something had changed inside of her, something was so... slutty. Maybe Bridget and Rebecca had rubbed off on her, but the feline felt an almost slavish devotion to her husband's member. Seeing her friends polish this dick made her want to show how much she adored it as well.

Chu~! Chu~! Chu~! Chuuuu~!

Again and again, Amelia planted kisses upon Dwight's dick, making him groan and lean back in his chair. His wife's lips and tongue constantly stroked up and down his length, making it throb and causing him to pant. Instinctively he reached down, where he wrapped his arm around Rebecca's waist. The bat giggled, flapped her wings too, while he took a heavy grab of her tit, squeezing it into his palm. Fat spilled through the cracks of his fingers as he idly groped her, while Amy's nimble tongue traveled down towards his balls.

She guided her tongue along his veins like a highway, traveling up the shaft to the glands and back down again. On his dick she tasted not only him, but also Rebecca and Bridget as well. The flavors of her friends danced on her husband's rod, amplifying his taste to unimaginable levels. She moaned, her voice whorish and addicted, coaxing her to lick his dick more.

“Damn, Ames,” Rebecca moaned as she nuzzled closer to Ike, “You're really licking Dwight's dick down there. Keekeekee! Aaahah~~~!”

Her laugh shifted into a moan as he groped her tit even harder. He squeezed upon her bosom, causing her plump nipple to stiffen further as he began pinching and tweaking it between his fingers. Face shifting into an expression of lust, the bat began panting as she looked over towards Dwight, locking her eyes on his neck. And after a few more moments...

“Nmph~! Mmmfff~ Chu~ Nmmff~ Chu~ Nmmfffuuh~ Chuuu~!”

She kissed upon Dwight's neck, lapping upon him as her tongue began dragging up and down his neck. Amy meanwhile brought her head up to the tip of his dick, where she wrapped her lips around it. Oh, the flavor was even more intense now! His cum mixed with her friend's cum, and all of it combined in her mouth, creating this flavorful taste that left every inch of Amy shuddering.

She wanted more. She needed more. She demanded more!

Throwing caution to the wind, the pink cat began pushing her maw down upon her husband's cock. Like time and time before, she felt her jaw being forcibly widened apart by his generous girth. But unlike those times, she didn't stop. Bravely the rose feline pushed down, feeling his cock glide along her tongue and teeth... before inching its way to her throat.

“Glunk!?”

Amy flinched like she'd been slapped. Her airways were suddenly blocked, and she couldn't breathe! But her body kept pushing down; she wanted more of his cock inside of her! But there's a difference between wanting something, and having the skill to pull it off.

“It's okay, Ames,” a comforting voice suddenly echoed into her ears, “Just pull off a bit and take a deep breath, 'kay?”

Amelia looked over, her desperate gaze falling on Bridget. The wolfess sat behind her, grinning from cheek to cheek as she placed her hands on her shoulders. Gently she brushed her, giving her soothing touches to hopefully calm her down. It worked, as the pink cat pulled back to Dwight's dome, her lips still wrapped around his glands. But she didn't want to pull off fully; she wanted to do what they could do. And Bridget could see that desperation in her eyes.

“It's okay, it's okay,” the wolfess whispered, “Just relax, Ames. Dwight ain't goin' nowhere. His nuts are so fuckin' huge that he's about to fuckin' bust. Just...” drawing up her hand, she placed it to the back of the cat's head, “Relax, Ames. Just relax.”

With Bridget's hand stroking down the back of her head, Amy did just that; she relaxed herself. Her eyes closed softly, her lips were no longer as rigid as they once were, and even her body started to grow loose. Slowly, she pushed her mouth down around Dwight's throbbing shaft, moaning as soft 'Shluck!' and 'Slurp!' noises left her lips. She was sucking him so slowly, she hadn't realized it when her mouth pushed down further than she'd ever done before!

Her personal best of downing a fourth of his cock was beaten without her realizing it, as she pushed down to just a little bit over a third... and she kept pushing down. Relaxed as she was, she felt his cock tease her throat again, but this time, she didn't gag and wheeze. Instead, she held against him, moaning around his length, licking upon it, and slurping it clean of those combined flavors from before.

Amy had grown accommodated to his length, and no longer sputtered around it like she had in the past. Was it because she was that horny? Or was it because of Bridget's reassuring touch? The wolfess stroked her hand along her head and hair, soothing her gently. And when the rose feline opened her eyes and looked up, she saw Dwight staring back down upon her, his mouth agape as he groped Rebecca's tit, and the bat kissed at his shoulder.

The hedonism. The pleasure. The lasciviousness of it all. It reached a fever pitch when Bridget grabbed the back of her head...

“Gehehehehehehe!”

PUSH!

“GULP!?”

And pushed her down.

Amy's eyes swelled. With one forceful shove, Dwight's dick slammed deep into her throat! With her lithe size and his incredible endowment, his cock bulged along her neck, with his outline being so prominent and obvious. And all Amy could do was sit there, incapable of moving as Bridget gently stroked the back of her head.

“Focus on that dick, Ames,” she whispered into her ears, “Feel it choke you out. Yeah. That's what it feels like to deepthroat a fat fuckin' cock. You don't even need to think about breathin'. Just focus on the taste, the smell, the sight, and feel your brain start to faaaaddeee. It's fuckin' dangerous, ain't it? Gehehe... can you even hear me?”

Sorta kinda.

Amy could hear Bridget... but she couldn't really parse the words she was saying. All she could think about at the moment was her husband's cock. Sucking on it. Slurping on it. Choking on it. She gagged around her husband's dick, hacked and wheezed too. But even though the wolfess was no longer firmly holding her head down, Amy remained attached to it.

She didn't want to move.

“Damn, Ames,” said Bridget as she idly scratched her chin, “You're gettin' so into it. See? His cock's big, but it ain't scary. This is still Dwight we're talkin' about...” she then looked up, her red eyes staring up towards him, “Hey, Ike. Why dontcha show your wife how much of a beast you are. Geheh...!”

As if she needed to tell him. Even as he groped Rebecca's tit and as the bat kissed his neck, all Dwight could focus on was the tightness of Amy's throat. How she gripped him, squeezed him, wrapped around him, and how she wouldn't let go. When he looked down, he saw Amy staring back at him with a dazed look in her eyes. It was like she was about to pass out.

Why did that light a fire within him?

“Tch!”

Reaching down, he grabbed a hold of his wife's hair, pulling back two streamers of hair like he was gripping handlebars. Amy whimpered in his hold while he tightened further and gritted his teeth. And as he drew his cock back, she braced for impact.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“GLNK! GLUNK! GLUNP! GLUNK! GNLCK! GLUK!”

Again and again, Dwight treated Amy's mouth like a pussy as he drove his cock in and out of her maw. His length pushed deep, spreading apart her tight throat as spit and precum began juicily bubbling from her lips. Over and over again, the rose feline felt her eyes start to rock backwards, while the pleasure of the situation continued building more and more.

Bridget was right; this was dangerous. But as she focused on the dick in her mouth, Amy realized that... nothing else mattered. Not her friends nor her fear of his cock. All that mattered was taking this dick in and out of her mouth and throat, feeling it hammer away as it throbbed and twitched.

Indescribable pleasure raced up and down Amy's body as her mind began to ebb and flow. Dwight was treating her like a sex toy, and she was getting so fucking wet because of it! The area between her thighs was a hot waterfall of feminine juices as it endlessly oozed from her cunt. Her thighs and the floor; both were stained with her juices as she placed her hand on her husband's thighs.

More! More! Fuck her mouth more! Fuck she was shuddering like crazy because of it, her voice wailing around Ike's cock as tears streamed down her puffy cheeks. But she never – not once – pulled away from his length. She wanted him to carve out her throat in the shape of his member.

“Daaayyyuuummm,” said Bridget as she stroked her hands along Amy's sides, feeling her body recoil from thrust after thrust, “He's really fuckin' that mouth like he owns it. Well... I guess he does. You are his wife. Geheheh!”

With Amy's hands on Dwight's hips and thighs, there was nothing she could use to pleasure herself. Thankfully, Bridget was there, and the wolfess was always a helpful friend. Sooooo, she brought her hands around to the middle of the feline's body, slipping them down between her shapely thighs. And after guiding her hand beneath her skirt and pushing it under her pantyhose, she curled her finger upward, and...

Pressss~

“Nyyyyhhmmmm~~~”

Amy shuddered. Not only was her throat being dominated by her husband's cock, her pussy was being toyed with by Bridget's talented fingers!

The wolfess stroked her cunt, pressing her digits along those sleek folds and making them twitch. More and more nectar oozed upon her digit, making Bridget giggle in Amy's ears. But she didn't stop there. After curling her finger upward and aiming it up...

Push!

“NYYYHHHMMM~~~!!!”

Amy's eyes grew even puffier and her body straightened up, her spherical tits bouncing upon her chest. Bridget penetrated her with her finger, and her cunt was quick to clamp down around her. Desperately, her pussy milked her friend's digit, desperately trying to pull the cum out of it. She even rocked her hips forward instinctively, pleasuring herself more and more as her moans traveled with Dwight's dominating dick.

“Gehehehehe! Yeah! That's it, Ames! That's how we fuckin' do it!” Bridget laughed, “Fuckin' choke on that dick, Ames! And let me just~”

Thrust Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

“NYYYNNMMM~~~!”

With Dwight slamming his cock balls deep down Amy's mouth and throat, Bridget fingered her cunt with a relentless aggression. Her finger constantly pistoned in and out of the rose feline's cunt, splattering her juices about and scratching at her tight vaginal walls.

Oh yeah, this was the pussy of a woman who didn't have much sex. It was so damn tight! Nearly virgin tight! The number of times Dwight has slammed his dick in here could probably be counted on one hand!

Such a shame. Oh well. Bridget was sure Amy was going to get a lot of action following tonight~

With tears endlessly streaming from her mind, and as pleasure raced up and down her form, Amy truly felt her body start to fall off that blissful edge. Thoughts failed to reach her brain like air failing to reach her lungs, all as the taste and smell of her husband's sweaty body dominated her mouth. Couple that with Bridget's relentless fingering, and the rose feline was going to... going to... going to...

“NYYYYYHHHNNN~~~!”

SQUUUUUUUIIIRRRRRT!!!

Yeah. That's it. The rose feline was going to cum.

Like a geyser, Amelia's orgasm shot out from her pussy with this violent eruption. Feminine jizz shot out over Bridget's hand, and had enough strength to push through her stockings to stain the floor, her thighs, and even the couch in front of her. Eyes rolling back, the pink cat finally reached that moment of nothingness as she succumbed to the assault on her body. Limbs growing loose, she fell back upon Bridget's breasts... but Dwight wasn't done with her yet.

As his body steamed and radiated, he pulled his dick and back and slammed it down one last time to--

“GUH!”

SPLORT! GLORP! GLOORRP!

Amy's eyes twitched. In her mouth and tight throat, she felt her husband's dick expand like a hose pushing water. His thick and virile cum exploded from the tip of his dick, flooding his wife's mouth and gullet so that there was no pink remaining. All of it – all of it – was white. Nothing was spared. And as he pumped his cum down her throat, he pulled his dick out of her gaping maw and aimed the tip of his length with her face.

SPURT! SPUURT! SPURT!

Lines of jizz were painted on Amy's face, marking her in her husband's sperm. The heat burned into her flesh and fur, drawing gargled moans from her cum-soaked lips. And finally...

Plap!

Amy fell back, resting in Bridget's arms. But Dwight still wasn't finished with his wife.

Standing atop her, he fired more seeds of cum upon her face and tits, painting her pink fur as white as her throat. The sight of it drew gasp of awe from both Bridget and Rebecca, who watched Dwight cum with enough volume to put a fucking horse to shame.

He was a human, right? Damn. Maybe he really was backed up!

Eventually – and I do mean eventually – Dwight's climax came to an end. His cock stopped firing seed and it fell between his legs, while he was left gasping for air. Sitting back down on the couch, he placed his hand on his forehead and dragged it along his brow, groaning as he did so. But after a bit of goading from Rebecca, he looked down to gaze upon his handiwork.

Amy, on her knees, resting on Bridget's tits with a dazed expression, and his cum bubbling from her mouth, oozing on her face, and drizzling upon her curvaceous breasts.

“Damn, Dwight. You really gave Ames a glazin',” commented Bridget as she gazed upon her friend's cum-covered face, “Buuuuut...” she looked up at him, “We ain't done yet, Ike. Ames wanted you to make love to her, right? But...” she shook her head, “I dunno... that's kinda borin', dontcha think?”

“It is...?” he mumbled, making the wolfess and Rebecca both giggle.

“Yeah, it's totally boring,” said the bat as she bumped her shoulder against Dwight's.

“Hey, Becca, help me out down here!”

“'Kay~”

Her wings flapping, Rebecca got off the couch to join her friends on the floor. Together, the wolfess and the bat both dragged Amy over towards the open spot on the floor in front of the TV. Sitting on the couch, Dwight watched as the duo sat his wife on the ground, and quickly seized upon her body. They removed her bra, took off her pencil skirt, and tore a hole in her pantyhose. Beneath it all was Amy's mature black panties... and the mess she made from her earlier climax.

The pink cat was still dazed, but when she was propped up by her friends, her eyes fell on her husband... and reality returned to her. She gawked in embarrassment, her cheeks turning a bright red as her green eyes darted around. To her right was Rebecca, giggling at her. To her left was Bridget, chuckling mischievously. The both of them were propping her up, leaning her body against theirs so she could stay upright.

But her friends weren't done yet. Rebecca reached down, opening her legs wider so nothing could be hidden from her husband's eyes. Bridget also reached down, where she placed her hands on Amy's pussy, spreading it wide to flaunt its deep, moist, pink insides.

“Here we are, Ikey~” said the wolfess with a wicked grin, “You're wife's all wet and hot for ya! C'mon over and get to fuckin'! Gehehehehehe!”

“Tch!”

An innumerable amount of times this night, Dwight had climaxed. He had cum so many times that he had filled several condoms that sat on the coffee table. One would think after sharing several threesomes with the bat and wolfess, including fucking them one-on-one, and then stuffing his dick down his wife's throat, that he'd finally be satiated.

But that's not what happened.

When Dwight gazed down upon his wife's pussy, his cock began to bounce. He then stood up from off the couch, and took a step forward. His cock bounced again. Another step forward, another bounce of his cock. With each and every step, his manhood stiffened further and further, growing before their very eyes as if the 'refraction period' was an alien concept to him. Bridget and Rebecca giggled at the sight of his hardening cock, but Amy shrunk further and further.

This was it. This was the towering monolith that she was so frightened of: her husband's penis. How could any man be endowed with such a thing? It was monstrous!

But Rebecca and Bridget could handle it. And... Amy handled it too, didn't she? She deepthroated her husband's cock just moments ago, even if she didn't know how she did it. Hell, his cum was still soaking on her fur, in her mouth and throat, its odor even dominated her nostrils! So if she could suck on it to the point of bliss, then... she could take it in her pussy too.

Besides... her friends were here with her.

Dwight knelt down before his wife, causing her to grit her teeth and making her breathing stiffen. This was it; his big and thick cock was coming dangerously close to her pussy! It bounced, and it throbbed, and it pulsated with need and desire for her lithe body. Gripping it by the base, he pulled his length over, and pressed it to her slit.

“Nyyyhhhhhnnn~~~!”

Amy tensed up and gritted her teeth, her body recoiling as if preparing to be stricken. But with Bridget and Rebecca there, she couldn't get too far. They gripped her, bolstered her, strengthened her... which in some odd way helped her relax. She wanted this. She wanted this so fucking bad. And with the wolfess there keeping her pussy spread, all Dwight needed to do was angle his cock down, and--

PUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSHHH!!!

“NYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH ~~~~!”

That? That was a cry of pleasure.

Ike's gifted cock spread apart Amelia's folds, pushing inside of her: inch by thick inch. The rose feline's head tipped back as she gave her wicked moan of pleasure, and her fur all stood on end. Deeper... deeper... deeepeeeerr. Dwight's dick delved deep into his wife's pussy. He was reaching areas he had never reached before, because she was too afraid for him to reach it! A fourth, a third, half, over a half, over three fourths, deeper still! Before Amy knew it...

Pat...

“Nyaaahah~?”

Ike's hips were touching hers. He had buried his cock into her down to the hilt.

Amy laid there against her friend's bodies, her expression twisted not into pain or discomfort... but into this face that could only be described as 'fucked silly'. Her cheeks were puffy, her eyes were nearly squint, her mouth was open with her tongue hanging out, and in her beautiful emerald eyes were throbbing pink hearts.

What was this? She felt the pain and discomfort of his dick... but it wasn't as terrible as it usually was. Instead, she felt the heats of Rebecca, Bridget, and Dwight too, all transfer into her, transforming that pain into pleasure.

Amazing, wonderful, warm, indescribable, pleasure.

Amelia panted as her husband's dick throbbed in her cunt, pulsing and pushing against her tight vaginal walls. Looking up, she stared towards his face, watching as he panted for her as well. The heat of his cock resonated throughout her body, mixing with her own heat, and the heats of her friends. Altogether they had become one on this floor.

“Holy shit,” said Bridget as she looked down at Amy's pussy, “Take that dick deep, girl~”

Drawing over her hand, the wolfess placed it down on the rose feline's flat stomach. There – beneath all that flesh and fur – was Ike's cock. She could almost feel its outline as it widened out his wife so perfectly!

And then Dwight drew his dick back.

THRUST!

“NYOOOOHH~~!”

Oh. Such a deep moan. Has Amy ever made a noise like that before? No. Never.

THRUST!

“NYAAAAHH~~~”

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

“NYAH~! NAAYHH~! NYAAAH ~~! NYOOOH~~~!”

Again and again and again, Dwight pounded his dick into Amy's pussy, sending waves up her body. Her pert and perky tits bounced on her chest, while her pink hair fluttered up and fell down. Meanwhile, the strength in her body started to grow loose, causing her to tense up... and then fall over.

Thud!

Laying flat on the floor with her hands curled next to her head, Amy filled the air with an endless medley of moans. Her husband was treating her body in the way she always dreamed as he thrusted his cock in and out of her cunt with a near reckless abandon. One would think he was perhaps being too strong with her since they've never done this before... but Amy wouldn't agree. Somehow, even the pain of being stretched out and pounded into by his dick length wasn't enough to discomfort her. If anything, the pain only amplified the feelings of pleasure.

This was all such uncharted territory for Amy... but she knew she didn't have to explore it alone. Not only because she had Dwight thrusting in and out of her snatch, but because she had her friends too.

Rebecca and Bridget both looked down upon her, smiling deviously as they watched their friend be overwhelmed with such pleasure. With cum glazing her face and tits, this was a far cry from the usually bubbly and beaming cat they knew. She looked positively slutty, doubly so with the near desperate face she wore. It coaxed Bridget over, who lowered her head... and locked her red eyes upon one of Amy's nipples.

Cum was sinfully oozing down it. Heh... Well... in for a penny~

“Nmph~!”

“Nyaah~!?”

Amy's eyes snapped down. Attaching to her stiff nipple was one of Bridget's mouth. The wolfess looked up at her friend as she suckled upon her nipple, licking and slurping up all the sweat, spit and cum. And she did it all with this wicked grin on her face.

Amy reached down, but Bridget reached up to match her friend. Their hands met, and their fingers quickly locked between one another, creating this unbreakable lock between them. It helped calm the rose feline down, who once again laid back on the floor.

… and it had the unforeseen side effect of annoying Rebecca.

The bat's ears, wings, and eyebrow twitched at the sight. Bridget, acting all passionate, sucking on Amy's tit while she sat beside. Who did she think she was? Rebecca was her friend too! Good thing Amy had another nipple free for the taking. And if there's one thing bats are good at doing, it's sucking~

“Nmmph!”

“Nyoooh~!?”

Amy's eyes swelled again. Not only was one tit covered, but now her other. She quickly looked down, coming face to face with Rebecca. The bat was sucking hard on her nipple, using that serpentine tongue of hers to whip and whirl around her bosom... while shooting Bridget a competitive glare. And Bridget was quick to return that competitive glare in kind.

Both the wolfess and the bat suckled on Amy's tits, trying to outdo one another. One would suck, the other would nibble. One would lick, the other would slurp. Both would bite in unison, and both made sure to give squeezes to their interlocked hands with Amy. All in search of victory.

But the only one really victorious at this moment was Amy herself.

Her two best friends were sucking her tits, and her husband was pounding into her cunt. A countless number of orgasms roared through the pink cat, whose cunt constantly twitched and rumbled around her husband's dick, and juices squirted endlessly.

That relentless and aggressive beast that fucked her mouth and her friends, was now pounding into her sweet cunt. With each thrust it kissed her womb, making her think it would come close to outright penetrating her uterus... but instead he grabbed her legs.

Amy's eyes swelled at sight as she clinched her friend's hands tight. Gritting her teeth as well, she watched her husband stick her legs up until her feet were dangling into the air. If escape was difficult before, it was downright impossible now!

Dwight held complete dominion over Amy... but not just Amy. As he continued thrusting into his wife's cunt, his lurid and beastly eyes traveled over towards the two asses in front of him. Both Bridget and Rebecca were occupied with the perky boobs in their mouths, so they didn't realize that their asses were currently smacking into one another before Dwight's eyes.

The curvy and firm butt of the wolfess was on his right. The wide and plump butt of the bat to his left. Both were clapping against one another, sending sumptuous quakes through their bodies as they feasted on his wife's breasts. And stuck between their glorious cheeks were their puckering anuses... and sweltering cunts.

A hungry sweat began oozing down Dwight's brow, and he brought over his hands. Both hung in the air above their butts, and...

SMACK! SLAP!

“NNMMPH ~~~~!?”

“HMMMPH ~~~~!?”

Both Bridget and Rebecca tensed up upon the sudden swats to their ass. The bat's butt was left quaking from the smack, while the wolfess' more firm butt gave a soft shake. In unison, they both looked over their shoulders towards Dwight, who again brought up his hands.

He wasn't through with them yet...

SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP!

“HAAOUH~!?”

“AAAUHH~!?”

With powerful and relentless strikes, Dwight slapped, swatted, and spanked the two asses currently bouncing in front of him. Both Bridget and Rebecca pulled their mouths from Amy's tits and looked over their shoulders towards Ike in unison.

He was glaring at them.

Grab! Press!

“Aah~!?”

“Fuck~! Ah! Ike!?”

With his strong hands, Dwight pushed their asses together, creating one giant target for him. His eyes – so hedonistic and predatory – traced along their curvaceous butts, while a sliver of drool hung from his maw. And after a few moments of idle searching, he found his targets.

Thrust-Thrust!

“HAAAAHH~!!?

“SHIIT!? AAHH~~!”

Just one push, and his fingers slammed into their sweltering pussies!

Both Bridget and Rebecca's backs arched upwards as his steely fingers pushed deep into her cunts, and cries of shock and pleasure left their mouths. They didn't know it, but spending years with a wife who was fearful of his penis did teach Dwight one thing.

He was a fucking master at fingering.

His digits squirmed about within their pussies, dragging and plucking at their walls with pin-point accuracy. Every fold and ridge he dragged his nails along, all while effortlessly pumping his digits in and out of their snatches. And Dwight did it while alternating between thrusts, pushing his fingers into Bridget while pulling out of Rebecca, only to push into Rebecca while pulling out of Bridget. Before Ike knew it...

“HOOOUUHH~~~!”

“NYAAAAAHH~~~!”

“OOOOH-HOOOOH~~~!”

He had a chorus of moans singing just for him!

Dwight wasn't some sexual god. He was no sensual savant whose skills in sex were unparalleled. No! He was just a beast. A hungry, horny, ravenous beast! And with his dick thrusting into Amy, and his fingers fucking both Bridget and Rebecca, he was going to bring them all too--

“CUMMMIINNNNGGG~~~!”

Yeah. That's it. He was going to make them all cum.

Amy's pussy started clinching hard around her husband's shaft, desperately milking it off for the seed in his balls. How many times had she cum so far? If she wanted to be hyperbolic, she'd probably say something like over a dozen times. It sounded insane... but it was probably true.

No... she probably came more than a dozen times. Tiny little orgasms that constantly squirted from her cunt whenever his dick thrusted inside of her. But that big one? Oooooooh, that big one was going to put all of the others to shame.

But she wasn't the only one being brought to orgasm. With her teeth gritted, her eyebrow furrowed, and her eyes crossed, Bridget felt her own orgasm quickly approach her. Shit, shit, shit! Who'd a thunk Dwight of all people would have such skilled fingers!?

Likewise for Rebecca. Her mouth open in this slutty little '0', the shortstack bat constantly pushed her hips back against his fingers, feeling the impacts of his thrust send quakes throughout her juicy backside. He was playing her like an instrument, and she was willing to sing whatever music he wanted to force out of her.

They all were his instruments. And it was time to bring this performance to its climax with one... final...

THRUST!

“GUH!”

“NYOH~!?”

“EEEEEEEKKK~!?”

“HAAAOOOOUUUHHH~!”

SQUUUUIIIRRRT!

SQQQUUUUUURRRRRRRT!

SQUUUIIRRT! SQUIRT SQUIRT! SQUUUUIIRRT!

Why was this so damn loud...?

Amy's moan mixed with Rebecca's screech which mixed with Bridget's howl, as all three of them were brought to the greatest orgasms of their lives. From their cunts their pussy juices shot out like fountains, squirting hard in this messy spread of clear syrup that stained Dwight's hands, arms, his pelvis, cock and balls, and the floor beneath them.

But his orgasm? His was the greatest of all.

“Ngggh!”

“NYAAAAAWWWW~~~”

GLORP! GLURRP! SPLOORRT!

Amy's head fell back, resting on the floor as if she'd been punched in the face. Deep in her belly and womb, her husband's cock expanded, unleashing a thick torrent of jizz which filled out her pussy perfectly. Cum. White-hot, breeding, life-giving cum. It painted her pussy completely white, and filled her uterus to the brim.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

“Nyahaha~!?”

Perhaps too much cum. It flowed upwards and around Dwight's dick, before shooting out around his member to further stain him in their sensual fluids There was so much cum, Amy wouldn't be surprised if her belly started to swell from it all.

Exaggeration? Maybe... did she care? Not one bit...

Amy's hands curled beside her head as she slowly looked up to stare at her husband. Her mouth was this cute little 'o', and her green eyes had those pink hearts bouncing within them. Was this what sex was like? This incredible, intense, and mind-numbing act? It was exhilarating.

It was also draining.

Dwight slowly pulled back, drawing his cock out of Amy's folds with a loud and lewd 'Schlop!' The action brought with it so much sperm that it splattered her southern lips, and further stained the rug beneath her. Amy didn't care. They could throw out the rug tomorrow. Right now, she just wanted to lay there...

And smile...

Above her, both Bridget and Rebecca sat up on their knees, staring down upon their friend with kooky smiles on their lips. Dwight had fucked Amy so good, she was put to sleep by it. Now that's some damn good sex.

“I guess... we're not needed anymore,” said the wolfess as she let out a deep yet shaky breath, “Haaaaah... that's good... my pussy's fuckin' numb from all this sex...”

“This is... insane...” Dwight commented as he dragged his arm along his sweaty brow, “I can't believe I... did that...” Jab! “What? Hey...?”

“You should be thanking us, Dwight,” said Rebecca as she punched him in the shoulder before pouting at him, “We just helped Amy take that monster dick of yours.”

“I... uh... th-thank you...?” he said, confused.

Both Rebecca and Bridget looked at one another. Was that a good enough 'thanks' for them? Of course not!

“Nope!” said the wolfess as she stood up onto her shaky feet, “If you really wanna thank us, you're gonna have to do more than just say 'thank you!'”

“Wh-what? Do you want money or... pizza or something?” he replied with a confused shrug of his shoulders.

“What? Are we prostitutes?” the bat said as she too got up onto her feet, standing before him with her fists on her wide hips, “That's so disrespectful of you, Dwight! I can't believe you!”

“Th-then... wh... what do you want...?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.

Rebecca and Bridget paused for a moment, where they looked at one another... before grinning and glaring back. Ike remained confused... that is until the wolfess raised her hand, revealing that box of condoms they were using.

“We still got a few more in here,” she said whilst tapping the side of the box, “I hope you're still up to perform, Ikey~!”

“Oh... shit...”

…

Oh shit... indeed...

Two red lines.

Bridget was gazing at two red lines.

It had been a month since she and Rebecca had helped Amy out with her sexual problem. A month since that night that ended in some big foursome where the rose feline finally – finally – overcame her fear of her husband's penis. In that time, life had essentially gone back to normal. They hung out, went to J.J.'s, went to the gym, went to work; all of that typical shit. You'd never know that for a few days, they were all having sex with one another!

But life goes on, and those hedonistic nights became nothing more than distant – if not pleasurable – memories. Seriously, Bridget kinda wouldn't mind sleeping with them again in some 'friends with benefits' kind of thing. But the wolfess had stronger control over herself and her libido than to keep putting into jeopardy her friendships.

Then came the morning sickness. The queasiness, the dizziness, the sudden craving for something like strawberry soda and fish. She didn't even like fish; why did she suddenly want so much fish!?

It was around that realization – that she was suffering all of these symptoms – that Bridget's heart sank into her stomach. She rushed to the local pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, then sat on it through the night. Come the morning, she grabbed that pregnancy test, went to the bathroom, and... well...

Here she stood, dazed in the face, panting desperately, pregnancy test in hand, trembling from toes to ear at what she saw.

Those accursed two red lines.

How was this possible!? Not once – not once! – did Dwight cum inside her! How did she end up knocked up then!? They used condoms and she was on the pill and everything! Did the condoms break or something!?

The condoms?

THE CONDOMS!!!

It was those blasted fucking condoms! She knows it was! It had to be! But before she jumped to any conclusions.

“Becca...?” she whispered as she turned.

Quickly rushing through her apartment, the wolfess put on a menagerie of clothes. She didn't care about washing up or showering; she was too focused on talking to the bat to do something like that. So she just messily put on jeans, a top, and a vest, before coming to the door, pushing it open, and--

“Gah?”

Rebecca was standing outside her door.

And she looked just as disheveled as she was.

The bat stood there, black hair and fur a mess, her head tipped down, and her clothing lay lax on her body. All while she wore this docile and demure face which was a far cry from her typical cool allure and aloofness.

“Bridge...” she said as she slowly looked up, her cool blue eyes gazing towards her face, “Can I ask you something...?”

Again, the wolfess' heart sank into her stomach. No, it sank even deeper than that! It sank into an area that didn't even exist!

“Um...! S-sure, Becca...” she mumbled, allowing the bat into her apartment, “Is everything okay...?”

Bridget already knew the answer.

“No,” Rebecca answered as she looked up at her friend, “Bridge... c-can I ask you something...?”

“I have a better idea,” said the wolfess as her expression became frank, for she already knew what her friend was going to say, “Let's just... blurt it out at the same time, because I have to ask you as well...”

Rebecca nodded in a solemn and accepting manner. Yes, she too was well aware of what her friend was going to say; they just needed to rip off the band-aid. So...

“On three...” said Bridget, “One... two... three... and--”

“ArE YoU pRegNAnt!?” they blurted out in unison.

The air grew quiet between them after shouting at one another. Bridget's red eyes met Rebecca's blue ones as the reality of the situation fell upon them. So odd. They both knew the other was pregnant – they could feel it in the air – but upon asking this question, it only confirmed their worst fears.

They were both pregnant. And Dwight was the father.

“I can't fuckin' believe this!” Bridget shouted as she clinched her teeth and gripped her hair, “Like...! What the fuckin' fuck! I can't believe this happened! I-I ain't ready to be a mom yet!”

“How did this happen...?” said Rebecca as she deflated slightly, “How did this happen? We were on the pill, weren't we? And we used condoms and everything...”

“It's those damn condoms, I'm sure of it!” the wolfess growled, “Dammit, Becca! Don't you know who bought those condoms!? It was Ames! Why the hell did we trust her of all people to buy good condoms!? She probably bought some shit condoms at a gas station or some shit! Gah! This is all her fault!”

“Well... w-we have to go and tell them,” said the bat as she prodded her fingers, “W-we can't just... k-keep this bottled in... w-we... we gotta break the news.”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! FUCK! Gah! D-dammit, Becca, let's go take my car, we're going over there right now!”

Rebecca nodded, and the two rushed out of the wolfess' apartment. Coming to her car, they quickly got inside where Bridget cranked the car up. She was positively fuming, her body like some machine as she put the pedal to the metal and--

VRRRRRRRRROOOOOMMM!!!

Bridget was always a reckless driver, but now even more so. They peeled through the streets of Document City, drifting around turns, passing through cars, and even running a red light or two... or three. Arriving at Graphite Apartments, the two were quick to get out of their car, and rush through the building, eventually arriving here.

Room 24C.

Bridget raised her hand.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hey! Nerd! Open this door! We gotta bone to--” Eeeaaaark! “Wha?”

The door swung open.

“Hey, Bridge.”

The wolfess and bat looked forward; in front of them was Dwight. Dressed in airy clothes as he looked forward to a nice clear day, he stood there with a smile on his lips, completely unaware of what his friends had to tell them.

“Ikeeeyy!” Amy's voice then rang from behind, “Who's at the door?”

“It's Bridget and Becca,” he answered before stepping back and facing them again, “C'mon in you two! You guys look a bit... messy...”

“Oh fuck off,” Bridget mumbled back as she pushed past Dwight, “C'mon, Becca...”

“Hmm...”

Together, the two entered Howard's apartment, where the air felt... different. Was it them, or was there this jovial and jaunty presence around them? Bridget and Rebecca could feel it, because it felt different from before. Like there was this potent life, passion, and love floating in the air around them.

What the hell is that!?

Following behind Dwight, the duo entered into their kitchen, where Amy could be seen cleaning off utensils at the sink. She was wearing this lovely yellow sundress, one that highlighted the curves of her body, and was a far cry from the typically dark and dour colors she always wore. This was more appropriate for a bubbly pink feline like herself.

Walking over to his wife, Dwight bent over and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. She nuzzled back, giggled too, before going back to washing her utensils. It was then that Rebecca and Bridget realized why the air in the apartment was different.

Dwight was smiling. Amy was smiling too. But their smiles were different from usual. It's hard to describe, but they just felt so much... livelier. It didn't take long for the bat and wolfess to realize why that is.

These were the smiles of people who are sexually satisfied.

Those days together bore fruit. Amy was no longer afraid of Dwight's dick, allowing them to indulge in all of their sexual vices. Only they know what goes on behind closed doors, but whatever it was, it was amazing!

“So... what's wrong...?” asked Ike as he faced Bridget and Rebecca, “You two came rushing to the door, so I assume you've got something you want to say,” he tilted his head as he sat at the table, inviting his friends to do the same, “What's up?”

But Bridget and Rebecca didn't answer. The two instead sat there, feeling unsure if they should share this with them. The last thing they wanted to do was cause any stress or drama in their relationship by revealing their pregnancies, but what else could they do? They weren't just going to hide this!

This only caused Dwight more concern and confusion, as he raised his eyebrow and looked between them. He was still oblivious to their news, instead fearing something else, like an accident or something like that. Instead...

“Gah... fuck it...” Bridget pumped up her chest, glared Ike in the eyes, gained cheeks redder than a tomato, and then announced, “Dwight! Amy! We're pregnant!”

And the color instantly drained from his face.

Dwight sat there, mouth agape and face pale. He didn't need any further clarification, nor did he ask for it. He already knew full well what their pregnancies meant... and more importantly, who the father was. He was no idiot, and could easily read the room! And he didn't like what he read.

“But we...” he mumbled hoarsely, “How did...? The pills and...?”

“The condoms must have broke,” said Bridget through gritted teeth as she closed her eyes and sank to the table, “So... fuckin' congrats, Dwight... you knocked Becca and I up...”

He leaned back in his chair upon hearing this information, his mouth hanging wide as he dragged his hand along his brow. He was looking forward to spending a nice day with his wife out at the park, but now he had this information hanging over his head. What were they going to do? And more importantly...

Why hadn't Amy said anything yet!?

The air remained heavy and silent. Dwight, nor Bridget, nor Rebecca said a word. They were all waiting for someone else to say something so they could decide where to go on to next. But Amy? Amy continued washing the dishes. The sound of the sink continued echoing out as she casually cleaned off her silverware for what felt like two minutes too long.

Twist! Twist! Clinch!

But then it came to a stop. She twisted the knobs of the sink, turning off the faucet, and then spun around. And after walking forward a few steps...

STAB!!!

Everyone jumped in place.

The table in their home was a thick and wooden table, one with a smooth brown surface and various table mats to eat upon. And impaled into its surface several inches deep was a butcher's knife. Do you know how much force you'd need to have to stab a knife that deep into a table this thick?

A lot of force.

Everyone gazed at the knife... and then slowly gazed towards the hand that held said knife. It was Amy's hand, as she held the knife tight, and left it stabbed in the table with its handle pointed up. Sweat percolating on their forms, Dwight, Bridget and Rebecca all gazed up towards the rose feline's face in unison, where they saw this kind and approachable smile... with her eyes closed.

“You two are pregnant?” said Amy, “That's great! I'm so happy to hear it.”

But then her eyes opened...

And they were the deepest, most powerful shade of blood red one could imagine.

“ You better go find your fucking baby-daddies then... ”