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It was their favorite Italian restaurant, and for the hour of the night it was suspiciously quiet. Normally, the venue would have been teeming with people, but it was also a Sunday. Maybe the Super Bowl had something to do with it, keeping people home that would have otherwise been out and about. “I think I like it more here when it’s slow. The atmosphere feels a lot better.” Her husband told her while picking at the remains of his salad with a fork. The pair, a couple, married now for six years, we’re a pleasant item to serve. A waitress would have enjoyed the company of her husband, a collie in his early forties. He looked the part, with wisps of grey starting to dot the fur of his face to ensure everyone knew he was slowly turning vintage. Average build, but he was a professional looking man, and being a transplant from Britain left him with the lingering traces of an Englishman in his accent that made him sound more sophisticated than he really was. Likewise, a waiter would have enjoyed serving her table. Mid-thirties, but every part of the desirable catch a man would eye. A wolf, her heritage sourced from somewhere deep in Spain though none of her family recalled any family going back that far. Her fur was a pleasing brown and black mix with a face possessing the fine angles and charm befit her breed. She was a fine looking wolf, as her husband often remarked, often more frequently than he might complement her figure, which was enough to earn most men’s glances. “Did they dim the lights more?” She asked, drawing his attention away from his food and to the overhead light hanging a foot above them. He twisted his lips to one side, looking thoughtful, then shrugged. His own fur, a light brown face framed by black and white, gave him a warm and gentle appearance. She appreciated that, a face she could melt into when she greeted him after hours of being apart. “Don’t know. Might have.” He replied. He returned to picking at his salad. She did the same with her own. Between them was a half-eaten collection of sliced bread with a small plate of oil. As they waited for their entrees to arrive the two continued to make small talk, remarking on the restaurant, or making mentions of their day. She worked at the university, an English professor, while her husband was a financial advisor at a bank local to them. Her salary was quite modest compared to his, so he tended to carry the majority of the financial burdens while she took care of the ancillary details. “So, how’s that one lad faring?” Her husband then asked, and she slowly finished chewing her last bite. “He’s nice.” She replied after a lingering moment. “Just nice?” He didn’t hesitate to ask. She took a turn to shrug. “He’s…” She struggled to continue the sentence, her heart rate quickening now that their conversation was leaving the inconsequential and turning towards the weighty. In the corner of her eye, she spotted their waitress heading her way. She looked her husband in the eyes and then nodded her head towards the waitress, who was outside of his periphery. He noticed her gesture, then turned his head and caught sight of their food coming their way. With a pair of smiles they accepted their plates of fresh Italian. Lasagna for him and a fettucine alfredo for her. Once the waitress had satisfied them, she departed to tend to another table of diners. The distraction was enough to put a pause on their interrupted conversation. She was still struggling to put her words together. If she could afford to be blunt, she could just tell him that the young man was the right choice to make. Unfortunately, if she did that then it would lead the conversation to the next phase, and that was something that left her nervous and filled with all sorts of dread. “So, as you were saying?” He broke the silence after a few minutes of them eating. He was being gentle, but she had been wearing the ring he gave her for six year now and had been at his side for two years prior to that. Eight years is a long time to spend with someone, and she was quite an astute observer. A good judge of character, for all the good and bad it led to. Knowing the measure of a person is a powerful tool, especially as she’s a teacher. It gave her the edge in the classroom when she needed to know who was worth spending effort on and who wasn’t. She could give the education to those deserving of it while letting the failures waste themselves. She was a very survival of the fittest sort of professor, and she wasn’t going to waste her valuable and limited resources trying to help those that didn’t want it. But at the same time being a good judge of character left her knowing, or suspecting, things she’d rather have been ignorant to. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss, as sometimes walking blind through life has its advantages. It was certainly less stressful when she was an idiot about something. Unfortunately, she was not an idiot when it came to her husband. She knew all of his moods so well. Right now, he was nervous, and he was excited. His facial expressions were easily read, and his body language just trying to eat his lasagna was like an open book. She knew what he was hoping she’d tell him, and she knew if she spoke the words what he’d say next. He was predictable. Being predictable made holiday shopping easy, but it was making this conversation very hard. She delayed telling the truth. “I’m anxious.” She diverted. “I know. I am, too.” He replied, predictably. She sighed, dragged her fork through her pasta until she dug up a piece of seasoned chicken. Now that she had her plate in front of her, she was upset with her choice of entrée. She loved fettucine alfredo, especially from this restaurant, but tonight was perhaps not the night to order it. The alfredo sauce here was thick and creamy, a wonderful rich flavor that was only complemented by the included chicken. She gently stabbed the chicken with her fork and lifted it to her mouth, the succulent meat dripping with the white sauce. She should have ordered chicken parmesan to avoid having to confront a white sauce during their conversation. The bite of chicken gave her a natural excuse to avoid saying anything. Her husband stole the opportunity to continue where he left off. “We don’t even know if he would be on board. Everything is roleplay until something changes.” He reminded her. She nodded. Roleplay. She swallowed. “When it stops being roleplay, that’s what makes me anxious.” She confessed. He shrugged and took his turn to delay the conversation with a healthy fork’s worth of lasagna. His bite led to another, and she could read his mood. Her husband was restraining himself, his body language making it clear he was seeing a boundary and respecting it. Her boundary was anxiety, nervousness about the future and things to come, things that could come to be more precise. “I think he’s very sweet.” She confessed after a few minutes of quiet dining. He nodded. “Like you told me.” He replied with a nod. She’d told him as much. The young man was very sweet, and a wolf like her with a similar coat. She considered him to be handsome, which is what she’d told her husband the last time she described him. Although, if the young man had tried harder to work on himself, he could become more than just handsome. As it stood, the young man was every bit the scholar, a kid that got into university with a 3.5GPA. In her class, he always scored perfectly on his multiple-choice tests, and his written exams were always very thoughtfully written. Not always correct, but some of it was subjective material and could be forgiven. He had a real brain in his skull, avoiding the stereotype of wolves being meatheads. She, too, was like that even though she was standing on the periphery of cliché. She enjoyed spending one day a week at the gym where she’d run the treadmill or use the ellipticals. This young man was scrawny, wiry even judging by his limbs whenever he’d wear tees or shorts. He didn’t look fragile to her, just the sort of kid that didn’t eat enough to get fat while living the sedentary lifestyle of a full-time student. He was probably a nerd, but she had never been given the chance to dip into his personal life. He seemed like the sort of boy that avoided sports and enjoyed books or video games, that sort of thing. More cerebral pursuits. “He’s someone, I think… If he was willing to be on board, then I think he’s someone I would agree to.” She replied, saying the words but not as bluntly as she could have made it. “So, you’re still not sure yet?” He asked her. He was looking at her now, watching her. She sighed. “You know I love you.” She told him, absolutely hating the cliché sound of it. There were other ways she could have phrased it, ways that didn’t feel like it came from a script, but she was not in the mindset right now to fabricate something more authentic. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” He assured her. His foot touched hers, sliding past her ankle until he let it come to a stop. They were now ankle to ankle, fur to fur. She smiled, then stuck her fork into another piece of chicken. “This doesn’t always work out. People get hurt.” She told him, voicing concerns she’d brought up before, concerns that even he had broached. “I know.” He replied, then started rubbing his ankle against hers. “It’s just roleplay for now, sweetheart, at least until it isn’t. We’ll figure it out.” He continued, smiling at her reassuringly. She smiled back, feeling sheepish. She returned the favor, rubbing her ankle back against his affectionately as they continued their dinner. ---------- She didn’t look or feel like she was ready for a hookup, let alone anything resembling a date. Everything she wore was the same as she always wore on a Friday. She’d taught her courses as always, covering multiple subjects, and then had a few one-on-one meetings with students of hers. Everything about today was as normal as it could be. Today was too normal, in fact. It was only when she was climbing into the driver’s seat that the reality really hit her. Weeks, honest to God weeks, of effort were coming to roost today and she was going to have to brave the coop dressed only in a pair of comfortable slacks and a button-down flannel shirt. She was a comfort seeking professor, always dressed down for ease and simplicity. She had no one to impress on campus that required her good looks, as the only people that mattered were her students and peers. Scholars all, well, most of them were scholars. With her hair in a ponytail, she was not looking like a woman who was going to skip her commute home to visit a younger man. Her heart was pounding the entire time she drove. She’d already texted him, made sure everything was still ok. Weeks of effort, all for tonight. A very harrowing tonight, as anything and everything could happen and she lacked the foresight to know the future. It took so much work. It all had to be done right, or it couldn’t be done at all. Weeks of banter and light conversation, sprinkled in with authentic professional mentorship, had led to her initiating one on one meetings in her office. She dreaded the dictionary, not wanting to learn if what she was doing was considered grooming. All she wanted was to build report with him, to try and get to know him better than just one of her students. She needed to know him as well as she could. It required patience, a lot of it, and a lot more of her being stoic in the face of potential disaster. Her nerves were shot more often than they weren’t, and she’d hardly done anything most of the time. Just going frazzled at the thought of sitting with him for coffee. She did end up having coffee with him, and then a second time. At a certain point he had to know she was flirting with him, she got to a point where she wasn’t hiding it. He was too shy at first, but he was a young man that was enjoying the attention. He didn’t refuse, so she kept going. Now she was pulling into a long driveway that led to several small rental properties. This neck of the woods was located just off campus and was essential ground zero for college life. It was a mixed community of rental houses, small privately run apartment units, and some new housing developments that were slated to be opened next year for even more students to flock into. Despite being a professor, most students didn’t know who she was. She was only one of twelve members of faculty that any student might cross paths with for their English 101s, and she only taught one of those courses. She was just a nameless face for most students that weren’t majoring in English or something adjacent. She found the house she was looking for; it was a two-story dwelling that looked every bit the product of the 70’s. It was ugly. But that didn’t stop her from following the instructions she’d been given. There was the driveway that led into the one car garage, but a gravel path led to the back yard with additional parking. The house was a four bedroom, and it was rented out to four students at a time, plus or minus a student as the seasons changed. She crept her car down the gravel until she saw what had been described to her. Half the backyard was paved over with gravel and the remains of what used to be a concrete pad. It all crunched under her tires as she pulled into an empty spot she felt safe using. When she stopped outside and locked her car, it was evening. The sun wasn’t visible, but somewhere out there it was still casting a reddish orange haze that shifted to a deep navy blue the higher up in the sky you looked. She made sure her car was locked again, feeling nervous, then she reached into her purse to find her phone. One text later and she’d let him know she’d arrived. He’d told her he’d come out to get her, which was sweet. It felt gentlemanly despite the nature of their meeting. It was a good thing, it made her feel good. Her good judge of character was showing itself, and she felt good. She was nervous, for lots of reasons, but at least her judge of character was giving her green lights. She’d been getting nothing but green lights from him, and that was almost as frightening as if she’d gotten red lights. Red lights meant she could give up and break pursuit. Green lights meant she’d have to actually go through with it, to go all the way. No more roleplay. The real thing. A tall slender figure appeared in the light of a doorway. It was the back door to the house and he stepped outside. She walked over to greet him, smiling as the lighting finally revealed to her clearly who she was looking at it. “Alex, hi!” She said, tucking her purse close to her chest while offering him a little wave. “Hey! Thanks, um, for coming, Mrs. Howell.” The tall wolf greeted her with notes of awkwardness. He was underdressed, a lot more than she was expecting. Normally, Alex wore long sleeved shirts and jeans whenever she saw him on campus. Tonight, it looked like he was ready to tuck into bed. The skinny wolf was only wearing a pair of baggy grey gym shorts and an oversized SanFur tee that must have come from the Library gift shop on campus. “Of course! Thank you for having me, Alex. I hope I’m not disturbing or interrupting anything.” She replied, awkwardly sticking her hand out. Her act of habitual professionalism was received, and the two briefly shook hands. It left her feeling goosebumps after their hands separated. “No, but we might want to hurry if you wanted to sneak up.” He told her, now looking over his shoulder and into the house. “Oh, sure, we can.” She told him. Alex held the door open for her and she entered, and then he quickly moved through the tiny foyer-like space and led her sheepishly through the hall. She followed, horrified by the combination of 70’s era design sensibilities juxtaposed alongside what was clearly an all-male dormitory environment. The house smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, burnt food, and what might have been lingering water damage from a storm. The house was horrible, these boys deserved better! He led her like a spy, quietly moving like he was as anxious as she was. They didn’t encounter anyone, but she could hear plenty of sounds of life as multiple TVs were on and some music was playing somewhere. They went upstairs, each step creaking under her meager weight. What a horrible house. He stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down one hallway, then waved for her to come up. She felt like she was on a mission as he ushered her down the opposite way with light footsteps. She looked to the side, saw that down the hall where he’d been looking had a door cracked open with a light on inside. When he took her by the hand she shivered with surprise as she was then led to a shut door. He opened it and then led her inside. He clicked the door shut behind her and she was left standing in a room that looked recently cleaned, recent as in it was obviously done today before she pulled up. It looked like a teenage boy’s room, but that was to be expected. Alex was nineteen. “I’m sorry for the mess, Mrs. Howell, I tried to clean up a little.” He told her, his voice nervous. His body language was too obvious to her. It was normal for men to have some candor to them, but Alex was still a teenager. What she saw in him wasn’t candor, but raw inexperience. She’d picked at and teased his brain enough to learn about who he was, and what she found was that he was as sweet as she’d taken him for. Almost too sweet, no jock to him at all. He didn’t have the confidence to chase tail, so he was single and though he hadn’t told her… She believed he was also a virgin. The idea of being his first almost turned her off from pursuing him further, but her husband disagreed. She followed a man’s advice, which was to let the young wolf’s first taste of a woman be that of another wolf. Let him experience something wonderful. Of course, that was her husband daydreaming of something wonderful for his wife, but if Alex got to take part in it then all the better, as far as her husband was concerned. “I appreciate you trying, but I’m not bothered.” She lied; she was a little bothered. If this had been a room in her house it’d have been torn down to the nails and deep cleaned. There’s no telling home many young men had come and gone in this little room, leaving layers of stains and mess that the house’s owners didn’t bother to clean. These boys deserved better, even if it was partly their own fault for adding fresh layers to the mess. She stood there awkwardly, as did he. He looked flustered, almost unable to make eye contact until he remembered his manners. “Um, I don’t have a lot of places to sit, but you can take my computer chair.” He offered. Her attention was drawn to the chair, and then the rest of the room. All he had to his name was a cheap folding table that was his desk, currently covered with a laptop and classwork. The aforementioned chair was worn out from use, but otherwise in good working order. She accepted his offer and took a seat while he stepped over to his bed and sat down on the edge with his hands now clasped in his lap. The bed wasn’t much. It looked to her like a twin sized bunk, barely long enough to fit the young man that slept in it. The overhead bunk lacked a mattress and was instead used as extra storage. The ugly springs were still there visible through the wooden slats on the underside of the bunk, just a shabby bed fit for a broke college student. At least the bed was made, and it did look clean. She stared at it a moment until Alex seemed to notice, enough for him to shift in place. “I made sure to wash everything yesterday, since you know. I knew you were coming.” He told her, as if he was worried, she was scoping out the bed for lice or worse. She pulled her purse into her lap and tugged open the top to look inside. “I was just curious about your room.” She told him, then reached inside for her phone. She stifled the urge to heave a sigh and instead steeled herself to turn her phone on so she could send a text message. Alex watched her awkwardly as her thumbs danced across her screen. When she was finished, she tucked her phone back into her purse. What she’d done was tell her husband that she’d made it Alex’s safely, and that she was chatting with him in his bedroom. She didn’t want to make him more nervous or uncomfortable than he might already be, so she was going to put her phone away for the night. She included that she would text him later in the night or in the morning depending on… Depending on how things went. She’d already discussed so much with her husband about options and how things might or could go. They’d gone over rules. She smiled, still looking into her purse, thinking of rules. They didn’t know what rules even were, really. Just have sex! Normal, pleasant, wonderful sex. Nothing illegal, or she’d scream! She couldn’t even be amused at that, because the long list of green lights Alex had given her had taught her that she didn’t need to worry about rules with him. He was a sweet boy. Then she saw her hands resting over the edge of her purse, and her naked ring finger. She’d taken off her wedding ring, because she didn’t want to spook Alex more than he likely already was. He knew she was married, that was one of the rules. Be open and honest with him so he’d feel comfortable and could back out any time. “I was just, texting my husband so he’d know I made it here ok.” She confessed. Open and honest. She watched Alex’s ears twitch; he was looking awkward even more so now. “He really does know? Is, like, not mad. Or anything.” He started to say, strongly at first before it devolved into nervous stammering. “He knows. I can show you the text message I sent him?” She offered. Alex shook his head, suddenly very embarrassed at the idea of seeing it. He wasn’t the most dashing and handsome of wolves, though he did have a very handsome face. Maybe if he filled out everything below the neck he’d shape up into something more, but as of right now he was a bit of a wiry twig. Slender, but at least he had that subtle muscle tone on his legs and arms from being a student. Walking to and from campus did so many students and faculty good. Excellent cardio. “I took off my ring, since I didn’t know if it would bother you.” She told him, reaching a hand over to touch the naked spot on her finger. “You, you didn’t have to do that.” He said, sounding a little admonished. Her heart was racing, had been racing since the very start. She reached down into her purse and into one of the inside pockets. When she found her ring she slipped it back onto her finger where it belonged. She looked at it for a long moment before looking back up at Alex who was also staring at the ring. “I didn’t ask you before, but this is going to be your first time?” She asked. He seemed to shrink, flushing red. He nodded slowly. As nervous as she was, there was a creeping excitement too. It kept growing, a quiet drumbeat of energy that she was as eager for as she was frightened. “We don’t have to go through with it, if you want to save yourself for someone else.” She threw herself under the bus. She couldn’t let the excitement get the better of her, she was the adult, the real adult in the room. She was almost 35! She had no business luring this young man into something he didn’t want, even though she’d already gotten herself into his bedroom. “I don’t mind!” He quickly told her, one part confident and one part so nervous he was almost stuttering. His reply made her heart speed up, the excitement growing inside her faster and faster, the further it grew the more confident she was even feeling. She didn’t know how tonight would go. All she knew was that if things did go right, if they went the way her husband was hoping, then she’d find herself in the arms of another wolf. She’d be sleeping with Alex tonight, and she knew that the excitement she was feeling wanted it too. It wasn’t just her husband that wanted this. He’d long admired her, loving her wolfen beauty. It was a fetish, she knew it. He knew it. They didn’t hide it from each other. He’d fallen for her years ago, a dog with a thing for wolves, and she’d lapped it up. She loved the unfiltered attention and admiration he gave her. The superficial beginnings of their relationship later gave way to a deeper appreciation. She loved him, and now she was sitting across from Alex. A pair of wolves. Her husband loved her so much that he’d started to long for her to experience the perfection of being with a handsome wolf. Roleplaying at first, like they were pretending to be a princess and her knight, except it was the fantasy of her being with a wolf that could take her in all the ways she deserved. It was a decadent and kinky roleplay, and then it grew more serious. Serious enough that she didn’t want it to be roleplay anymore either, she wanted her husband to get his wish. It wasn’t just her being selfish and wanting to have her cake and eat it too, there was something deeper to it. The roleplay was a way for her to give her husband a taste of one of his deepest desires, a secret he only shared with her. But roleplay only goes so far, and he longed for her to experience the reality of how wonderful it was. She was his personal goddess, and he didn’t believe a collie dog could measure up to a wolf. “Maybe we could sit on the bed together?” She asked him. Alex nodded nervously, wringing his hands in his lap. She stood up, sitting her purse down into the chair before tiptoeing over to the bed where she sat down next to him. The bed creaked, showing signs of age. Fortunately, the bunk on top of her was high enough for her to not bump her head against it. Poor Alex though had to stoop, sitting with a poor posture to make sure his extra height didn’t give him a bruise. “So, um.” He started to say but trailed off, his eyes staring down at the floor. “I want to make sure your first time is one you enjoy.” She told him, open and honest. She needed him to enjoy himself as much as she and her husband would. Alex couldn’t make eye contact with her, their two bodies so close that he was more anxious looking now than before. He didn’t have the experience or confidence to make first moves. Lots of green flags, she didn’t need to worry about him going too far. She had to worry about him not being able to go anywhere at all. She steeled herself again, heart racing as she reached out a hand to touch his thigh. He jumped, squirmed in place. Alex then laughed, a nervous giggle like he didn’t know what to do. It was too cute; he was such a green-flag-having good boy. When she smiled, she meant it, her confidence brewing hot like coffee as she caressed his thigh. “I’m sorry.” He stammered out, smiling broadly but obviously confused as to what steps were there in front of him to take. She removed her hand from his thigh and reached up to her hair to undo her ponytail. She let her hair fall free, giving it a shake. Her long hair dropped down her back, and she tossed her scrunchie over into her purse. Her heart was pounding, but she now felt she had the confidence to make good on what her husband wanted. He wanted her to have the real experience of a wolf, and she was going to give Alex that same experience. No more roleplay. If she could make her husband proud tonight, then perhaps on another night, she could do it again, and then again. They’d had so many roleplay sessions that one night with Alex wasn’t enough to fulfill all of the fantasies. If Alex was ok with it, he’d be a very lucky young man, and her husband would be a very happy man. She stood up with a quiet creak from the bed and then turned to face the younger wolf. “I know my outfit isn’t anything special, but I still hope you like it.” She told him and then began to unbutton her shirt. The frumpy flannel was being unbuttoned, starting at the top and working its way down. Alex was glued to her chest the entire time. The flannel was unflattering, but her chest was quite ample so even menswear couldn’t hide it. The young man knew what he was being shown, and she felt the excitement spark brighter as his eyes dilated in response to watching her shirt come undone. When the last button was unsnapped, she took off her shirt and then folded it over her arm neatly. She turned and then sat the shirt down alongside her purse. Striptease was something she knew how to do very well, but she didn’t feel comfortable dropping her clothing onto the floor of this room, so she had to trust that a virgin wouldn’t know the difference between a good and a bad striptease. And he clearly didn’t as his tail was now thumping the bed as he sat in awe of her, his hands tightly clasped in his lap as she stared at her openly. The bra she’d chosen to wear was a sprots bra. As much as she had wanted to impress Alex, the need for comfort and practicality on a school day had won out over sex appeal. She stepped out of her loafers, then unsnapped the button of her pants, and then began to unzip them. She let him watch her remove her pants, and then she folded those too to be sat on top of her shirt. Now only in plain panties and a sports bra she was the spitting image of a beautiful woman dressed painfully average, but the look on Alex’s face left her heart sputtering with excitement. He was so enamored by her, stricken silent as he gawked. “You can tell me what you think. I won’t be offended.” She told him, then stepped back over to stand in front of it. “You’re hot!” He told her excitedly. She smiled, feeling very much in control of the situation. So, she stuck out her hands and gestured for him to take them. He hesitated, like he was afraid to pull his hands away from his crotch. Her husband had asked her repeatedly what he thought Alex had between his legs, but she honestly didn’t know. He had about as much bulge as another other man his age and species. She’d never seen him in a pair of skinny jeans, so she was about as blind to what he had as her husband was. It was cute to see Alex so afraid to show himself off though. She didn’t hide her gaze as he finally lifted his hands to take her own. His touch was like lightning, exciting, and she stared openly at his crotch as she tugged at his arms. She wanted him to stand! He stood, ducking down so he wouldn’t bump his head on the top bunk. She saw he wasn’t hard, but the bulge was of sheath and balls was there. He seemed healthy enough, likely larger than her husband but the shorts Alex was wearing were loose and baggy so the definition was poor. Nothing like the sports bra she was wearing, which cradled and clung to her chest tightly, shaping them nicely while also betraying their true size. Maybe her bra and his shorts weren’t so different. Alex knew about as much about her chest as she did his crotch. She tugged the wolf’s hands up and pressed them to her breasts. Her heart was going crazy, her confidence wavering slightly as she felt another man’s touch for the first time in years. Alex was wide eyed, glued to her chest as he seemed to shiver with excitement. His tail was openly wagging, and he was smiling. He was giving every single possible signal that he was an excited teenage boy that was ready for his first time, but he was still a good boy. He wasn’t making any moves on her. Maybe one red flag would have been nice, like if he’d been brash enough to cop a feel of her on his own. Now would have been a good time for that, but she needed to lead him along further first. “Y-your crazy hot!” He stammered, smiling dumbly at her chest with his hands now gripped to her bra. “Thank you, Alex. You can tell me more.” She encouraged him. His jaw muscles were flexing, mouth moving silently as he continued to stare. She’d held her husband’s attention like this many times, it was one of the most empowering things she could feel. She had Alex in her hands, even as she was quite literally gripped into his. “I- I mean, you’re hot.” He repeated himself; he was so nervous! “You’re an English major, Alex. There are more words out there than hot.” She smiled up at him. She liked that he was tall, taller than her husband. Her husband would like that, too. Just needed more muscle on his frame and then that would help complete the picture. “Beautiful. I, uh-“ He said, then shook his head like he was fighting for his life to regain some composure. “I think, have thought you were pretty even in class. Cute, pretty, pretty hot.” He was a hot mess. She smiled and then reached behind her back to find the small plastic clasp. She unclipped it, and her bra suddenly snapped loose. The pressure of holding her breasts in check was released, and Alex snapped his hands away. She didn’t do anything to move them back into place, but instead patiently started removing her bra. Alex made a noise, his mouth agape as her breasts came into full view with all their impressive size. The beautiful wolfen body her husband admired so much was now on display. Alex was gawking, and she felt powerful as she turned to put the bra aside with the rest of her clothing, and then she surprised herself by removing her socks and panties. By the time she was done setting everything aside on the chair she was completely naked in Alex’s room. She turned back to face him, and he was holding his hands over his crotch. When she returned to him, looking up at him, she reached out to grab the bottom of his shirt and began to lift. She didn’t need to give him instructions; he lifted his arms and let her help him take off her shirt. His lean body was now on display. He lacked well defined abs, but he also wasn’t unhealthy. Lots of cardio, low calorie campus diet, and he didn’t work out. All of this could be fixed. He was still not sporting an erection even though she was standing naked in front of him. “Can I take off your shorts?” She asked him. He suddenly seemed uncomfortable. “We could wait if you don’t think you’re ready.” She added. He shook his head. “N-no, I want to.” He replied. She surprised him by kneeling down, her reservations about the dirty floor be damned. She gently took the sides of his shorts and then started to tug them down his legs. She was shameless as she watched his crotch come into view. The elastic band of his shorts caught on the top of her sheath, clinging there briefly before snapping free. Her breath caught in her throat as she took her turn to look with wide eyes. She kept drawing his shorts down until they’d crossed the threshold of his hips and began to freely drop down his legs of their own accord. “You’re very handsome.” She told him, complimenting him for the first time she realized. She looked at up him, and he was anxiously crossing his arms, hanging onto his elbows. “I should have said more to you earlier, but you’re very cute, Alex.” She corrected herself. “Th-thank you, Mrs. Howell.” He replied. “Sarah.” She told him with a smile. She refused to look back down at his crotch; she wanted to make eye contact with him. He noticed she was looking up and finally looked down at her. “You can call me Sarah tonight, or whenever we’re alone. Mrs. Howell is too professional, don’t you think?” She told him. He nodded quickly, and she smiled and let herself look back down. He still wasn’t hard, but he was so much larger than her husband! He will be overjoyed to find out that Alex is every bit the wolf he thought his wife deserved. Alex’s sheath alone was very girthy, and his nuts were very large, Sarah was now examining him carefully with her eyes. She touched her hands to his thighs and started rubbing them gently. If she had to guess, his nuts were twice the size of her husband’s. That would make him so happy to hear, it made her smile. As for his sheath, she was willing to say he was twice her husband’s girth, and maybe an inch longer. That didn’t’ tell her anything about how large his cock would be, but the bigger the sheath the bigger the cock, as it always was with canines of all breeds. Suddenly, Alex reached down to cover himself, partially losing his balance and falling backwards onto the bed with a loud creak. His head barely missed hitting the top bunk. “What’s wrong?” She asked him, tucking her hands to her chest. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I can’t, can’t-“ He started freaking out. The control she felt she had over the moment was slipping, and she rose to her feet on instinct and reached out to grab him by the shoulders. She slid her hands across his chest until she found his face. She’d done this to her husband, and now she was giving the experience to a real wolf. “It’s ok. It’s your first time.” She spoke the words on autopilot, the young man’s nerves so wound tight he wasn’t relaxed enough to let himself go. “I’m really sorry.” He told her, sounding so embarrassed. With one hand she pinched his muzzle shut, gently. She held his mouth that way for a lingering moment before she let him go. “It’s your first time, Alex.” She whispered. He nodded, but still looking distraught with his embarrassment. Now that he was sitting, she dropped back down onto her knees, fully dismissing the state of the floor. These green lights were starting to hurt, but she wasn’t going to let a good boy cock block himself from losing his virginity because he was too shy to make it happen. She grabbed his sheath, feeling the firm rod hidden inside it, wrapped snuggly by his soft fuzzy sheath. “Alex.” She whispered his name, and he was watching her now with bulging eyes. This was the first time a woman had ever touched him there, and she felt so powerful! “I’m going to be your first. I’m going to get you hard, and then you get to have sex with me.” She told him with a confident smile. She stroked his sheath, then reached in with a second hand and cradled his nuts. He was definitely so much bigger than her husband. Not just the size, now that she had her hands on him. The sheath was too much meat to fit inside of her palm; she’d miscalculated him earlier. If this was her husband’s sheath she could have wrapped her hand around him and only have seen the tip of his fuzz next to her thumb. Alex was poking out further, and she couldn’t close her hand as tightly around him. He was girthy! And his nuts felt so heavy and tight in her hand. It reminded her of all the times she’d blueballed her husband. “When was the last time you touched yourself?” She asked him, massaging his sheath gently. He stammered at first, making himself put his hands on the bed at his sides to hold himself up. He was leaning back, keeping his head clear of the top bunk and looking down his chest at her. “We, well, last week.” He replied. “Last week, last week, or early this week?” She asked. “Last week, last week.” He confirmed. He was pent up, a teenager of just nineteen. These balls were certainly full, full of raging hormones that she had helped to activate by flirting with him every chance she got. He’d known for the last four days she was coming tonight, so he had all this time to sit and stew on what would happen when she came to visit him. “Were you thinking a lot about me?” She asked him. He nodded. “What did you think about?” She asked. His sheath finally began to stir in her palm. She turned her attention to his crotch. “Um, I.” He hesitated. “You can tell me.” She encouraged him. “Having sex with you.” He told her. Well, of course, but was there more to it than that? “Tell me. I won’t judge you.” She smiled at him, feeling the sheath swelling thicker in her hand as she watched his face. He was glued down at his own crotch, no doubt mesmerized by a woman fondling him. She did believe she’d have to judge him; there’s nothing he could have imagined of her that was any worse than sleeping with another man when you’re married. Nothing worse than having a blatant wolf fetish or relishing in the attention. She alone had more red flags than this young man did, no need to even include all of her husband’s. “I, uh, hoped um you would let me knot you.” He told her. She smiled, good boy, and she finally felt his cock start to swell rapidly in her hand. Sarah looked back down at his- Sarah stopped everything, stopped massaging his nuts, stopped caressing his sheath, she even stopped thinking. She just stared at his cock as it swelled larger and larger inside her grip until he was prying her hand open wider and wider. His pink rose tip had long since escaped its fuzzy prison and was now lancing skyward as his erection finally had the courage to show itself. Her heart was pounding inside her chest, harder and harder as a heat began to spark between her legs. She’d been very in control before, almost calm despite how she felt when she’d pulled into the gravel lot. Now? Now she was feeling herself succumb to her husband’s fetish. She was gawking wide-eyed at Alex’s huge cock as he rapidly finished swelling to its full size. Her hand was now cradling a literal baseball of a knot, maybe bigger! He was huge! How would she manage to describe this to her husband? She was awe struck, clinging to the young man’s knot. She removed her hands from his nuts and reached up to wrap them around his shaft She actually couldn’t touch her fingers together. His knot was larger than her hand even though she had a full grip on it. God, her husband was going to be so thrilled! “You imagined your knot inside me?” She whispered up to him, finally looking up at his face. He nodded down at her slowly. “I’ll let you try, but you’re really big. I can’t promise you’ll fit.” She whispered again, feeling so coy at stroking the young man’s ego. And it deserved to be stroked. He was huge! Her husband’s knot was more like a tennis ball, and this young man was built like he was trying to make up for what he lacked everywhere else in muscle! “C-can I cum in you?” He asked her. “Of course you can, Alex. As much as you want.” She was safely on protection, even though her instincts were telling her to watch out for a cock this big. Instinct didn’t know anything about birth control, but it did know what a… Gorgeous cock looked like. Maybe it was her fetish, maybe it was something real between wolves, but that cock was speaking to her in a way she didn’t think a cock could talk. What business does a cock have speaking Shakespeare to an audience of a woman’s ovaries? She needed to shelve her penchant for analyzing literature before she started talking directly to his dick. She started jerking him off. Alex recoiled, his back arching as her one hand glided up his shaft while the other held tight to his knot. He let out a stifling groan, sagging backwards until his head bumped into the wall. Sarah hopped up onto her feet and then told him to move up on the bed, to scoot, to hurry. He scrambled, and she crawled onto the bed to join him. The control was back, she had him erect, her hands were again wrapping around that stupidly fat pillar of dick. She took one good grip of the base of his shaft, and then slowly drug her hand up to his tip until a big dollop of precum oozed out the top to drool over her hand. He was so handsome! What did it matter if he was skinny! He had this darling handsome face, green flags for days, and a cock that was threatening to split her in two. He wanted to know her, had imagined himself doing it, and he wants to cum in her! Everything was going great! She was going to have sex with a handsome wolf! “How did you fuck me?” She asked him as she resumed pumping his dick with one hand. He squirmed on the bed, gasping as his back arched. Alex was hers, at her mercy, she kept stroking him faster and faster driven by the thrill of having him under her power. She was lusting over him with this control, his huge cock throbbing hotly in her grip as she moved her hand in a blur. He was drooling so much pre her hand was coated in it, his crotch turning into a sloppy mess. “M-Mrs., Sarah!” He said her name and she felt the thrill race up her spine. “You’re so handsome!” She encouraged him. “S-Sarah!” He shouted, then his body locked up tight. Her eyes were staring at his face, saw how his eyelids fluttered while his upper lip curled up to show his pearly white teeth. She shuddered with excitement, then felt the cock in her hand lurch and twitch. There was a wet noise rapidly followed by a second, and by the time she heard the third she was already gawking as the first rope of wolf cum rocketed across Alex’s chest. The second was even more violent and caught him across his face. Her hand was still moving on autopilot, stroking him through another half dozen violent twitches as he emptied his nuts all over his chest. When he let out an exhausted exhale she quickly let go of his dick. She looked at his cock, still hard by having lost some of its rigidity. He’d spilled what looked like a pint of cum over himself. She almost gave up in despair, having lost control of the moment. She’d let herself forget he was a virgin, that he would of course lack the stamina of an experienced man! Recovering quickly, she crawled forward and checked on him. Alex was panting, but she reached out to pat him on the cheek, only to then stroke his fur. “I hope that felt wonderful.” She lied, well, not lie. She did hope it felt wonderful, but she wanted him to think the experienced woman he was going to lose his virginity to wasn’t an idiot that accidentally forgot he was a virgin and let him pop his cork all over himself. He was still winded, panting, but he still nodded. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead. It was probably a much sweeter gesture than the situation deserved, but even with her husband’s permission for mouth-to-mouth kissing, she didn’t feel like going that far yet. Maybe too intimate of a gesture. The handsome wolf was grinning now. “That was awesome.” He finally said. She rolled her eyes, then looked at her hand. It was covered in cum that had drooled down his shaft. Sarah lifted her hand to her mouth and licked, feeling the texture just as richly as she tasted its flavor. She shuddered, then licked again and allowed herself to fully appreciate it. As she cleaned her hand with her tongue, she felt Alex reach out and grab her breast. “Is it soft?” She asked him. He nodded. “If I give you a blowjob, will you get hard again for me?” She asked him then, trying to sound coy. She may have lost control, but she was the older party here, she could reclaim it with confidence and jockeying. “But I already am?” He replied. She looked back down, he was still at full mast, rigid as could be. Had his young dick not faltered for even a second? Her hear stuttered, pounded, beating even harder. “You can still give me a blowjob though!” He told her excitedly, her heart dancing in her chest. She smiled, feeling like control was going to become harder to maintain, but she recovered quickly and began to scoot further down to the bed so she could give his cock a blowjob. Sarah just needed to remember that he was a teenager still and that he likely would have a short fuse. If her husband had anything over Alex it was stamina, but that was something she could fix. Sarah leaned down, reaching up to sweep her hair back behind her shoulder as she opened her mouth. She hesitated, her muzzle might not be big enough, but she wanted to maintain control. She was more confident when she felt in control and she needed that confidence to make it through tonight! When she wrapped her lips around his tip the taste of him was explosive, so much stronger than what she’d licked off his hand. Oh, he tasted as handsome as he looked! There was no way she could describe it to her husband. How do you tell someone this without letting them experience it themselves? It was another man’s cum, it tasted like cum, but it was unique. It was uniquely Alex’s seed spilling across her tongue as she began to bob up and down his shaft. His huge cock was too big for her muzzle; she couldn’t fit all of it in her. All she could do was hold his shaft steady with a grip on his knot while her other hand kept her hair from falling back. He tasted so good! Maybe it was something between wolves, not just a fetish. The entire time she bobbed over his cock she worried about him getting off again too soon, so she held back. There was so much more she could do to him, but then that would probably make him burst. She just wanted to give him this experience, to have his first blow job be with another wolf. When she next popped off his dick she was drooling. She needed to stop blowing him even though she didn’t want to. Her pussy was burning up, and she needed to make sure he came inside her. He might not be able to knot her, but she promised she’d let him try. That fat knot, it was almost frightening, there was no way something that thick could squeeze inside her. Even her husband sometimes had to work his into her, and he was not much larger than a tennis ball. Just thinking of it made her hotter. She licked across his tip one last time before stopping. Crawling over him, she swung one leg over his until she was straddling his thighs. Feeling her heart pound with excitement she began to crawl up his body, his enormous cock tapping at her stomach as she moved. His tip dragged across her fur until she was face to face with Alex. The young man was staring down at her swinging breasts, his hands quickly reaching for them. He gripped her by the tits and began to fondle and explore them. His cock was now behind her, sticking straight up behind her ass to tickle the underside of her tail. When she sat down, she gently ground her ass backwards to rub against his dick. “I’ll go slow for you.” She told him, and he looked up at her. “You so fucking hot.” He told her, and the honestly in his voice made her so giddy with excitement. She was in control again, the young wolf happy as could be beneath her, his hands on her tits and her ass in his lap. She bit her lower lip, lifting her rump while reaching down to find his cock. Sarah tried to keep her cool, but she was seriously about to touch this monstrous tip against her pussy lips! He was so big, he was huge, the tip touched her entrance, and she started to hold her breath as she let her hips rock backwards. Slowly, very slowly, she sank her hips down. Alex gasped first, his hands squeezing tight to her tits, and then it was her turn to gasp. Together they made noise, gasping and panting. He was huge! Slowly, so slowly she eased her hips down as he stretched her lips apart and tugged her insides open. She’d never been with any man or piece of plastic that was this big, and her breathing was now running hot and fast as she struggled to take him. This handsome wolf was splitting her open! He was so deep inside her she was worried she couldn’t squeeze him any deeper. She touched both hands to his stomach and just held herself still as her pussy slowly adjusted to the enormous girth of him. She shifted her weight to one side so she could lift one knee, and then did the same with the other leg. She was squatting over the wolf now, Alex rapidly panting with his head thrown back to his pillow. He looked so happy, a big dumb smile on his face as he panted quickly, relishing in the feel of a fine wolf pussy wrapped tight around his virgin cock. Sarah reached up, took him by the hands and pried them off her tits. She wanted him to cradle her hips, placing both his hands on her sides. Instinct gripped him, he held onto her firmly like a good boy, and then she looked up at the top bunk. The old wooden slats that held up the box spring looked sturdy enough, so she reached up and grabbed one slat with both hands. Squatting with her back arched, she could feel his cock pressing up into her gut. With the top bunk as her anchor, and her feet firmly planted, she began to slowly rock her hips. She looked down, saw his fat knot threatening the lips of her pussy. She wasn’t even touching it, his cock had bottomed out in her before her lips could even think to touch his knot. As she slowly lifted her hips and sank them back down, he began to squirm. He was at her mercy, and she felt herself grow more and more confident, a boldness overtaking her. “You’re not a virgin anymore, Alex. I’m going to ride your fat wolf cock until you cum in me!” She told him, airing out all of her confidence in a filthy verbal flourish. His grip tightened on her hips as she sped up her pace, riding him faster. She’d lift herself up and then drop, the tip of his cock squeezing up inside her, nestling up beside her womb. The bed creaking quietly beneath them as she moved, rocking and grinding with a steady rhythm until the young man started to lose his cool. “S-Sarah-“ He was panting her name, sounding every bit like he was growing closer and closer to climax. She growled affectionately down at him. “Cum in me, Alex.” She told him. “Holy!” He replied, his back arching as his body grew suddenly taut. She waited for the feel of cum spilling inside her, but instead she was greeted to his hips slamming up into her own. Sarah yelped in surprise, her head nearly hitting the underside of the top bunk. She dropped forward, still clinging to the wooden slat overhead. Alex bucked his hips again, his mouth agape and panting loudly as he began to move like a blur. She was speechless for only a few moments before the jackhammering left her shouting. “Alex!” She cried, his cock slamming up into her guts. His knot clapped against the lips of her pussy, the wolf beneath her a feral blur of motion as his hands locked tight to her hips. He wasn’t letting her go as he fucked her from below, Sarah clinging for dear life to the wooden slat as she was jostled and thrown about on top of him. He was sheathing himself inher several inches at a time, the bed loudly creaking as he made full use of her pussy. She was witless, confused. She’d been in control, but now she was at his mercy! He was fucking her so hard, she couldn’t stop shouting and gasping. Her face burned red hot with embarrassment as she realized she was making too much noise, the other boys in the house would hear her! She couldn’t let go of the wooden slat, it was her only refuge, the only thing she still held control of. Alex was in control, owning her pussy as he slammed and bucked his hips up inside her, massaging her womb through her pussy with every violent stroke of his cock. He let go of her hips and wrapped his arms around her back. She was pulled down, her hands breaking loose of the wooden slat and she was left pressed to the wolf’s chest. He rolled them both over, the young man a creature of lust and instinct that drove him forward until she was left lying on her back with him looming on top of her. She was speechless, wordless as he started fucking her again, hard and fast, he was violent! He was giving her that cherished red flag of being a brute in bed! No more roleplay, a real wolf was fucking her! His fat knot was slapping her hard across his cunt, and she took her turn to smile, a dumb happy smile as he gave her a gut punching mounting just like she deserved. She remembered the noise, the bed wasn’t just a concert of musical springs, but the entire bed was rocking and squeaking. Everyone was going to hear them! Her hand shot to her mouth, clapping it over her muzzle to muffle her cries. She continued to burn red hot as Alex mounted her, his face next to hers, roughly bucking and rutting her, his cock a literal piston plunging in and out of her until the noise of their wet union was just as loud as the bed. Everyone knew he was fucking her! Everyone would know she was sleeping with Alex, one of her students! Did anyone know who she was? His teeth brushed against the side of her neck, and she felt him lick across her fur. She shuddered from head to toe; a proud handsome wolf was claiming her! Alex was making her his, a real wolf just like she and her husband wanted. Everyone was listening to two wolves fuck! She felt a sudden pressure in her loins, an electric sensation she knew all too well. Sarah let go of her muzzle and wrapped both arms around her handsome wolf. “Take me, Alex!” She shouted exactly as she came, her climax hitting her hard as she began to writhe underneath him. She was left howling, and Alex made her his own, plowing her for another thirty seconds until his body seized up on top of her. She felt his cock snap like a whip, the first rope slamming into her hard. She yelped, then howled, clinging tight to him as he rode out his own climax, draining his balls into her with one thrust after another. The two of them continued to ride, coasting through their union until at last he began to sag on top of her. Underneath her ass a puddle was growing, and the seed Alex had shot all over his chest earlier was now soaked into her own fur. They were a mess, a satisfied mess of wolves. Her husband was going to be so thrilled to hear about this, she thought to herself as she stroked Alex up and down his back. He was panting, limp on top of her with his cock still buried deep inside her. That enormous knot was pressed tight to her entrance, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Too big to enter, but Alex was hugging her so tightly that his hips weren’t letting them separate. She welcomed it, enjoying the feel of another man’s body on top of her own. “You fucked me so good.” She cooed into his ear. He was nonresponsive, so she brought a hand up to his head and began to play and tease one of his ears. “You’re such a handsome wolf, and now everyone knows how good in bed you are.” She stroked his ego again, right into his waiting ear. Now she felt shameless, not caring at all if anyone in the house found out that Alex was fucking one of his professors. She felt pride at having been his first, and the way he filled out her pussy so good made her eager to fuck him again. As the minutes passed, she couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t shrinking. Her husband wouldn’t have lasted this long, but Alex was a handsome young man, and a nice proper wolf. He pushed himself away from her, and when she looked into his eyes he was staring down at her with a look in his eyes that made her heart flutter. When he started kissing her, she felt herself melt. Her prior reservations on kissing melted, too. He was still hilted inside her, his cum leaking out of her. They were intimate enough now for her to feel safe with kissing. And he was an awkward kisser, sloppy and unpracticed, but his big jaws were so attractive. She loved his teeth, his large broad tongue, the feel him groping his hands across her body. He was still hard inside her, growing harder. Whatever steam he’d let off was building back up. Were all teenage college boys this energetic, or was it just the wolves? “Can I fuck you again?” He asked her, and not to her surprise. His cock was already asking her for more. Sarah scooted away from him, drawing her hips up the bed until his cock slipped from her pussy. It slid out of her with a wet slurp, the emptiness that was left behind made her shiver. Alex looked dejected, but she wiped away his worries by rolling onto her stomach and lifting her ass for him. “I’m yours now, Alex. You can fuck me as much as you want.” She offered herself to him. She gasped as he leapt onto her, his hands groping at her body as he shoved her down into the mattress. Sarah felt his cock slip back inside her and she gasped a second time. “Alex!” She shouted as his knot clapped against the lips of her sex. His hands were on her hips now, gripping her tighter than before, and he wasted no time. His panting breath was next to her ear as he started up his hips, the mattress below them loudly creaking as he resume the same pace of jackhammering that he’d given her not so long ago. The handsome wolf was making sure she knew he was all his, all over again, with ever fresh and violent thrust of his young hips. That enormous cock owned her, splitting her pussy nice and wide with every inch forcing a feminine grunt out of her as their hips collided. Sarah groped at the bed, found his pillow and tugged it to her. She clung to it like a life preserver as he fucked her, his knot happily battering away at her cunt with wild abandon. “Hot!” Alex rasped, panting, his jaws open and tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Oh, Alex!” She gave herself to him, lifting her ass and holding it in place as he desperately tried to batter her down flat to the bed. The cheap bedsprings were loudly creaking along with the squeak and whine of the old wooden frame. Her face burned hot yet again, the young handsome wolf forcing another howl of ecstasy from her lips as she writhed and wiggled with joy under him. He was taking her, fucking her, filling her tight pussy up with his huge wolf cock! She loved it! This was like she’d imagined, all the fantasies playing out in real life, the ecstasy of a wolf pinning her down and making her his bitch, she was being made a wolf’s bitch! He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth passing through the thin layer of fur and giving her skin the sweet pain of a love bite. A feral energy exploded inside her, a wild wellspring of lust that she’d never felt before, a wolf was making her his bitch! So, she screamed in ecstasy, screamed his name, screamed for him to fuck her harder, she even screamed for him to make her his bitch! And he went wild, his ears sharp and erect, his hands clawing into her sides as her words of vulgar encouragement shattered the shy civil young man and rebuilt him into a wild animal that only wanted to fuck the daylights out of another wolf. His knot was crashing against her tunnel, wedging wetly against her splayed out petals. She screamed again, her body vibrating with the force of another climax as his fingernails dug into her sides. Sarah shoved her hands against the mattress, cramming her ass back at her handsome fucking wolf, forced her pussy to yawn wider for his bulbous knot. Alex collapsed on top of her, his violent thrusts stopped, but his hands gripped her like solid iron. He was pulling her hips back against his with all his strength, his panting now morphing into a series of hungry whines, his feet digging into the mattress as he shoved his cock as deep into her as it could go. She shoved back, reaching her hands out to touch the wall, pushing with all of her own might as her cunt yawned wider, painfully. He was stretching her, stretching her, gaping her open! Her pussy was aching with the strain of something so fucking huge trying to mash its way inside her, but it wouldn’t fit, it just wouldn’t fit! She whined, too, a loud and horny whine. Sarah sounded like a spoiled slut as she started rocking and gyrating her hips. Sarah wiggled, rocked, moved, squirmed, she was desperate to take his fat filthy knot until the lips of her sex were tugged so taut she thought she might just break! He popped inside; he actually popped inside her! A loud pop, a noisy slurp, and suddenly her guts were compressed by the bulk of a wolf’s fat cock. Her eyes bulged briefly with shock, then her vision went crossed as she shuddered and came again. Her orgasm was silent, an earthquake of the body as she writhed under Alex. The young man was frozen still, his mouth agape as his eyes rolled back in his head. They each were left frozen, locked tightly together by the tie of their hips, and as Sarah regained her senses, she began to feel the pulse and throb of a cock in her belly. He was unloading her, dumping another load from a pair of fine young nuts that had so much to give a beautiful wolf like her. When Alex finally collapsed with exhaustion on top of her he was still unloading, the pressure in her gut now painful. But as she lay underneath him, it was a good pain, a blessed wonderful pain. She was his bitch and she was so happy to have his perfect knot locked tight inside her horny pussy. Several minutes passed by, both panting heavily from their mutual rutting. He eventually rolled over onto her side, his hands never leaving her lips. It was like he was glued to her now, unwilling or unable to let her go. Now lying on his back, she was staring up at the bottom of the top bunk, her chest rising and falling deeply as she recovered from being fucked so incredibly well. Sarah looked down her body, saw the lump in her belly, and carefully touched taut her stomach with a hand. He’d filled her so good, she was smiling stupidly as her face turned a bright pink with excitement and embarrassment. She was his bitch now! Then her eyes looked further down, saw the door to his bedroom right in front of them. Hanging on the inside of the door was a simple full-length mirror, the cheap kind you could pick up for a few dollars. Sarah reached for the wooden slats, then hauled herself upright by one of them. She felt the strain on her bloated stomach, but she wanted to sit up, she wanted to see herself in the mirror. What she found in the mirror was a beautiful wolf, her hair a terrible mess, naked with her legs spread wide. The expression on her face was happy, tired, satisfied, and her belly was full. Alex’s knot was bulging her cunt; the bright red flesh of his knob stretched her so taut that her pussy just wasn’t big enough to hide it all. And he was still quietly cumming, his nuts pulled up against his body and slowly rocking to the beat of every pulse. She looked away from the mirror and down her body, through the valley of her breasts and to the swell of her belly. Her husband was going to be so thrilled! ---------- His car was in the garage when she pulled up. Normally, at this hour of the morning, her husband would have left to get a head start on weekend errands. Today was obviously different as she pulled into the driveway and slid her vehicle in next to his. She’d texted him an hour ago, letting him know that she was ok and that she was going to start heading her way home. There was too much to tell him for it to be said over text, so she had to include the caveat that she’d tell him about the previous night when she got home. The experience deserved to be told in person. As she turned off the ignition her body still felt like she was glowing, a strange tingling sensation that lingered long after its source had left her. She was an intelligent woman, so she knew most of it was psychosomatic, her mind playing tricks on her so she would believe that her goosebumps were real, that her heartrate really was still trying to race even though she’d only just finished a half hour commute to get home. When she stepped out of her car, she felt her legs were still weak. They’d felt weak since she woke up this morning. Alex was to blame for that, and even the hot shower she’d taken before she left did her any good. All the shower did was clean off her body, rinsing away the evidence of what she’d done. She also smelled like pine tar scented men’s soap, as that was all she had to use in his bathroom. But she made it home, and with the garage door rolling shut she locked the car and made her way to the inside door. Her heart was racing even harder now, pounding inside her chest as she neared the door, her hand closing in on the handle. She opened it, the rush of cool air hitting her across the face as she stepped into the air conditioning. She suppressed the urge to shiver, shutting the door behind her. Her husband was in the kitchen when she entered the room, sitting at the table with his elbows on the counter. His body language spoke volumes to her, and his face was even louder. It didn’t look like he’d slept and her heart ached for him. He quickly stood, the lines of his body weak and nervous as he stepped around the table to greet her. When he reached her, he was hugging her tight before she could say a single word. She hugged him back, sank into his chest and let her face bury itself into the fluffy fur of his neck. He was rubbing her back reassuringly, his body screaming silently that he’d been worried, that he was still worried. “I love you.” She told him first thing, still holding tight to him, using one hand to rub a the middle of his back. “I love you to, sweetheart. I missed you.” He told her. His voice betrayed him; she could hear the tone of his voice. Was he afraid that she had changed? They both knew how this sort of thing ruins couples, destroys them. Had he suffered a sleepless night afraid that he’d made a mistake? Her heart ached all the more, clinging to him tighter to assure him that she was right there in his arms with her face pressed into the soft embrace of his neck. “I missed you, too!” She whispered into his fur. They stayed that for a long while, holding each other, until at last his nerves began to break. She could feel it start in his hands, a trembling sensation in the fingers as he stroked her up and down her back. “Are you ok? Did everything go ok?” He asked her, his voice sounding dry. She didn’t lie to him. She began with a nod, deep into his neck, rubbing her cheek against him. “I’m ok, baby.” She reassured him, then gently retreated. She pulled herself away from him, just enough so she could look up at him. His eyes looked tired. “It went very good.” She whispered, embarrassed and almost ashamed of herself for confessing it. He nodded, anxiety stitched across his featured. “Good?” He asked her, in a whisper of his own. She nodded again, then tried to smile. It was a fake smile at first. She was genuinely as nervous as her husband, a mess really, but she knew it was the right thing to do. What started as a fake smile turned genuine as she began to recount to herself the previous night. She flipped through it like the pages of a book and felt herself glow bright with the memories. The control she felt, the times that she lost it, the climaxes and the exhaustion afterward. “Yes. I think you’d like him.” She whispered, her face flushing red. “I would?” He asked her, his hands now caressing her shoulders, filled with anxious energy. She nodded, then reached up to take her hands into his, then drew them up to her face. She kissed him on the knuckles, then pressed his palms to her cheeks. He cupped her face in his hands. Her husband was so much gentler with her than Alex was, a soft touch with a tender smile. Her husband wasn’t giving her that tender smile right now, he was still so tired, almost afraid. “He’s the one, baby.” She confessed, smiling up at him, bashful all of a sudden in a way she’d not felt before. She felt the energy in his hands shift. His body language was a mess of chaos, a body uncertain of which emotion it was supposed to feel. “Is he?” He asked her in a whisper. “He’s not the picture of a perfect wolf; baby, but I know he’s the one.” She told him, affirming her decision by looking her husband deep in the eyes. He began to shiver, his hands tightly cradling her face as he broke eye contact. The skin beneath his fur was turning pink across his gentle face. He let go of her face, then pulled her back in for a hug, a tight embrace like he needed her to ground him in place. She hugged him back, clung to him, held him tight. “What’s he like?” He asked her, his voice trembling with what she now knew was excitement. She began to stroke his back, burying her cheek into his fluffy fur. As she began to tell him about the previous night, starting with her arrival, she felt his energy shift more and more. By the time she was explaining how Alex lost his virginity, her husband’s tail was loudly swishing behind him. By the time she’d finished, he was dragging her out of the kitchen and down the hall towards their bedroom. Her husband was so thrilled!