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3:55 P.M. Only five more minutes before I was able to punch out and kick off my romantic weekend with Rodney back home. My day had been spent getting everything caught up, most importantly the final details for a press conference being held on Monday addressing the future of Bleu Chews, though right now those stupid cheese snacks were pushed far to the back of my mind in favor of what trouble I was only a car ride away from getting into.

I'd been anticipating this moment since Rodney made his promise in the late, pukey hours of Tuesday night. One detail I'd held back from Kelly were the...ulterior motives my husband and I had discussed over that morning's coffee.

“So hun, what do ya wanna do?"

“Well, I was thinking we order pizzas and watch a movie on Friday and just see where the weekend takes us."

Rodney flicked an ear and snuffled. “Is that all? I thought maybe you'd want something a little more like this."

He lazily rubbed a golden paw over his toned torso, my eyes hungrily following the obvious tracing of his index finger. A black claw sprouted from the digit as he trailed right down the centerline of his abs. Once he'd reached the waistband of his boxers, the lion brought his arms behind his luscious mane, leaning back to give me as much as my eyes could take of him.

“D-did you have a-anything in mind babe?" I stammered, entranced by Rodney's impromptu table-side modeling.

My husband cat reached forward to gently clutch my chin with his right paw, lining our faces together.

“I was thinking that maybe on Friday you could wear that cute lingerie I bought you to work."

He slid his chair closer, leaning right against my cheek to speak in a gravely whisper.

“Then my little kitty-cakes can come home all hot 'n bothered over wearing frilly panties in public, and his big lion stud can take care of his needs."

A mewl escaped me as a wet tongue swiped the tip of my ear. His hot breath made my cheek-furs feel slightly damp, leaving me to shiver in lustful need. I attempted to cop a feel of his belly, but Rodney moved just out of range.

“Nuh-uh Sam," he wagged a finger, “Save it for Friday. Trust me, the release'll be a lot sweeter when you're pent up."

The awaiting promise of sex was only making the short few minutes tick by ever slower. Thinking about the hot-and-heavy action to come started a stir in my sheath. Mercifully, Kelly walked in before my imagination caused further crotch-related complications.

“Ready to roll, Sam?"

“Think we've still got a couple minutes on the clock yet Kells," I frowned as only a minute had passed since I first checked the time.

Kelly just shrugged. “What the fuck difference is four minutes gonna make? We're not losin' any pay, and there's nothing else for us to do here. C'mon."

“Alright alright, just give me a sec to get all my crap first."

“Thought you'd be a little more excited with your hot date tonight," the lynx smirked as I packed my laptop in its case.

“Oh trust me, I am. Just uh...saving it for when I get home."

We started making our way down the hall, a few lights turning off automatically as most people were leaving the office.

“So, spill it. What are you two lovebirds doing back at the nest this weekend?"

“Tonight it's pizza and a movie, and if the weather's nice tomorrow we'll probably head down to Lake Winnebago. Sunday we don't quite know yet, but I'm sure we'll figure it out."

And sex. Lots, and lots of horny man-sex.

We exited the building, and Kelly wriggled her whiskers.

“Sounds kinda boring, but it's not like I'm doing anything better. Well, there's Sunday brunch with Mom, but I always do that."

“Ha! You've got a date with your Mo-om," I mocked. She retorted with a well-meaning “Fuck you" before getting into my car.

The ride to Kelly's place was short due to the abnormally thin traffic, but I certainly wasn't complaining. If anything it only cemented my assertion that if there were any time for me and my husband to reconnect, this weekend was meant to be it. My itch to get home only grew once I was alone for the final leg, fueled by the gentle caress of silk in all the right places under my unassuming dress.

My heart was pounding by the time I rolled to a stop in my garage. I skipped my normal back stretching routine to finally reach the reward for my patience waiting inside. Shoes were hastily kicked off at the entrance, and I was nearly jogging into the living room before screeching to a halt.

My lower jaw hung loose as I laid eyes on Rodney, lounging across the couch in nothing but a form-fitting white jockstrap. My lion was turned on his side, perfectly posed for someone to paint a flattering portrait of his gym-toned form. His tufted tail swished across his legs as he looked up at me with those deep amber eyes.

“Welcome home kitty-cakes," the deep rumble of his voice sening sparks down my spine.

Rodney folded himself up from the couch and padded over, swiftly wrapping me up in his cozy arms. The prominent bulge in his skimpy pants brushed my belly as a further reinforcement of what we were about to do.

Before I had the chance to open my mouth with some inane question about his day, the lion plastered his lips against mine and aggressively pushed a big tongue between my lips. I spread my maw open a little further to give him all the room he needed, purring to the sensation of the rough, wet muscle working around my gums. Rodney tightened our hug, and I began moving my hips to grind our mutual arousals together.

The lion took notice, pulling back from the sloppy kiss with a few dribbles of spit left on my chin. Our noses touched, eyes locked and breaths ragged. My husband's lips opened into a toothy grin, and I felt his whip-like tail coil around my right leg. I flattened my ears bashfully. He raked his claws teasingly down my back, then divided his paws between lightly tugging my bushy tail base and squeezing half of my ass.

“Tell me what you need, kitty."

“I need you, Rodney," the words barely whispered on my breath.

I knew that wasn't going to be enough. I'd have to beg for exactly what I wanted him to do to me, but that was all part of our game.

“And what do you need Rodney to do?"

He gave my tail a quick tug, smarting just enough to earn a small yip from me. I had a feeling that there wasn't much point in dragging this out much further. Rodney was getting impatient, and I wasn't going to keep him waiting.

“I need you to tear these clothes off, carry me to bed, and fuck my brains out."

I swallowed after hearing the slutty words formed by my lips. They seemed to be what my husband was looking for though, and my red-hot blush deepened as he went to work undressing me. My arms were pushed above my head, the look in his eyes telling me he wanted them to stay there for now. I did as he silently commanded, feeling his paws move to the buttons on my collar. While I was briefly distracted he pounced on my throat with his maw, slathering and suckling on it to draw pleasured moans out of me.

It wasn't long before my shirt hung open, and Rodney gave my neck a parting graze with his teeth to admire the pale pink bra underneath. I brought my arms down to hide them behind my back, tilting my head innocently. The lion rolled the shoulders of my shirt down to my elbows, fully revealing the kinky silk garment and moving in for another kiss. His paws remained busy with feeling up my chest, and I shook off the shirt's arms to be fully rid of it.

My husband's lips left mine once more, this time with a clean pop, and he stepped back a few paces. His paws found his hips, and he sized up my fluffy, half-nude form.

“I've done my half kitten. Now why don't you do yours for daddy?"

My cock throbbed upon hearing that last word. I know it's played out as hell, but it was always a turn-on for me. He was only one year my senior, but he certainly had the confidence (and sexy voice) to pull it off.

Slowly, I turned around, bending forward a bit and grabbing my knees to give the horny cat a good view of his favorite part of me. The button and fly were quickly undone, a little shimmy of my hips enough to slide the slacks down just enough to reveal the uppermost frills of my panties. The only thing keeping me semi-decent now was the rear pass-through for my tail.

I glanced over my shoulder to gauge Rodney's reaction. His eyes were transfixed on my rear. I lifted my massive tail up the best I could, also making sure to arch my back to really show my ass off. The lion responded to my moves with a bitten lip and a stray paw slowly rubbing his trapped erection.

“Errgh, just take 'em off before I come over there and tear a new hole in 'em," he groaned.

Getting my tail through the back holes of pants was always a struggle, akin to forcing a soup can to fit into a soda bottle. This left me fumbling far longer than I would've liked to with the damn thing, but I think it turned out unintentionally sexy judging by Rodney's hot panting behind me.

Finally, my long appendage was free, and so too was the rest of my publicly appropriate attire. I gracefully stepped out of the fabric puddle at my feet, turning around once again to fully reveal myself to my hot lion mate.

A dark spot had formed from his mild wanking, and the sharp scent of masculine arousal was wearing down my own patience. Drool pooled in my muzzle at the sight and smell. I licked my lips, hungry for some fresh lion meat.

He didn't have to do a thing more to get me down on my paws and knees in front of him. I buried my face in the white fabric, deeply inhaling lion musk straight from the tap.

“Fffuuck yessh…," my muffled voice drawled into his crotch. I looked up at my stud, his eyes meeting mine as I mouthed over the tantalizing bulge before me. A paw found its way to the back of my head, just there to let me know I was doing a good job. My tongue swiped across the damp spot on the jock, a tinge of saltiness picked up by my taste buds. I was all purrs as I happily sampled the lion's essence, only messing the fabric further with the combination of saliva and bodily fluids oozing from his manhood.

Rodney released my head, and hooked his fingers on the hem of his underwear. In a smooth motion he pulled out and down to release his meaty pole from its prison. The angry red head bounced with his heartbeat, clear fluid dripping deliciously from the tip. I moved quickly to lap up as much as I could, lion musk strong as ever in the air. It was Rodney's turn to vocalize his pleasure.

“There ya go kitty. Take a good drink from daddy's co-HOLY SHIT!"

His outburst came as I buried him in my muzzle. His tip barely tickled the back of my throat, a few healthy spurts going down with my rhythmic swallows. I slurped his cock like that for a few moments to let him regain his bearings. Once I felt the familiar pressure of his paw on my head, I went to work. My gaze remained upwards, the image of Rodney's face moving back and forth as I bobbed on the long but not-too-girthy shaft. His maw was open, tongue lolling out, and I could just see his eyes rolling back with the combined stimuli of wetness, warmth, suction, and friction on his sensitive manhood.

I felt his claws extend, though only to give my ears a scratch, the resulting purrs adding another dimension of pleasure for him. Of course, I was enjoying myself too; the rich flavor of Rodney's dick and the salty precum it was leaking made for a delectable after work treat. Lewd slurps and lusty growls from above composed the soundtrack to our encounter.

The end was growing near, with wanton thrusts being added to the steady movements of my head. This was my time to shine though, and I backed off all the way to Rodney's tip. I took a moment to admire the sheen my spit had left on his shaft before going in for the kill. My tongue swirled rapidly around the business end of the lion cock, causing its owner to groan hotly.

“Unnh, giving me a...Sammy...Swirly...ho...God I...here it…"

The final word was lost as he bellowed a most manly roar, his grip shifting to my shoulders for extra balance. I went half way down his cock to catch as much of his load on my tongue as I could while still applying suction to prolong his orgasm. He came in strong squirts, a zesty geyser gushing between my lips. I moaned as I felt a few molten strands splash the back of my throat, milking one more hearty throb out of him before the flow of man juice ebbed to a trickle.

With much reluctance I pulled off of Rodney completely. We both panted, sucking the sex-reeking air into our lungs. A few pearly strings melted off his cock, disappearing into the carpet below. I kept my dully aching jaw open to show my husband the thick, creamy mess he'd made in my mouth. He pulled me up by my armpits and plundered my mouth for the second time that night with his tongue, this time relishing the spice of his own brand on my breath.

“Enjoy your meal, kitty-cakes?" Rodney asked after we pulled apart. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, ignoring the fact my blowjob had gone from a drink to dinner. His mane made for an excellent pillow, albeit a sweaty one.

“My compliments to the chef," I purred as we wrapped our arms around each other. Our tails swished contentedly, occasionally grazing the other lovingly.

Even though I hadn't been the one to get off this round, I still felt warm and woozy. My libido could wait through a moment of cuddling before we moved on to, excuse the euphemism, the meat of tonight's activities.

“Hold on tight."

I didn't have much time to process what he'd said before my legs were scooped up, gasping as I practically fell into his arms.

“Time to give kitty his wish," Rodney rumbled as he whisked me away to our bedroom upstairs.