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Clandestine

(06/03/2018)

Evelyn leads Max by the hand, slipping through the back door and climbing the staircase, heading directly for her bedroom. She has been seeing Max for some time, though they have never made it public; they cannot, as Evelyn is married and Max is her lover. Entering the room, Max pushes her down onto the marital bed, grinning cheek to cheek as he glances at the overturned picture frame bearing an image of Evelyn's and Steven's wedding.

"You're so dominant, Max!" Evelyn giggles. "I love that about you."

Max doesn't say a word, nor does he need to. The six-foot tall horse Voeldahn stares with amber eyes at his married lover, slowly unbuttoning his long-sleeved shirt and revealing the sheen of his soft golden fur beneath. Though this particular series of events has played over a dozen times before, it never looses its potency. As he strips down to his boxer-briefs, an impressive bulge is revealed. Though somewhat visible through his khaki pants, it is now painfully obvious with them removed. Evelyn's lips curl around her canine snout as her bushy tail sways atop the bed and between her legs, as though purposely trying to attract his gaze. It works.

He slips off his underwear to reveal a considerable member concealed within a sheath, the tip of which protrudes somewhat. From the sheer size of the sheath, his organ can be estimated as quite substantial. He coaxes his member from its hiding place, the limp flesh extending and hanging heavy in front of large testicles. Her eyes widen with delight as his nine-inch tool swiftly grows firm and erect. Longer than Steven's and twice as thick, his penis is nearly as wide as his scrotum; Evelyn has never been able to hold it with one hand, needing both to encircle it.

"God damn..." She coos, her eyes narrowing lustfully.

Sitting upright, she scoots to the edge of the bed and opens her jaw wide, gripping his shaft with both hands and inserting the engorged flesh into her mouth. Her black lips wrap tightly around the pink and brown splotched flesh of his cock. While one hand grips his girthy package just behind his thick medial ring, the other controls the organ, holding the front portion from the underside. He closes his eyes and groans as she works him to the best of her ability; her talents are quite impressive. Her tongue strokes and wraps around the flared head of his flesh, her coos and delightful moans muffled by the mouthful.

A man of Max's nature has had quite a few lovers in ten years; at least four girls, and eventually women, per year, since he was fifteen-years-old. Evelyn is by far the best of all of them, though he wonders if that is simply because she is married. Forbidden fruit tasting the sweetest, perhaps? Opening his eyelids, he scans her superb figure, noticeable even in her casual dress. A vibrant fuchsia blouse covers her somewhat coarse black fur, which is thick and bears no markings of any kind. At only five-foot and three-inches tall, she is more than dainty when compared to Max, with a rough weight of only one-hundred and five pounds.

For her size, however, she has the body of a goddess. A slender hourglass figure accents her voluptuousness; wide hips that provide an excellent grip and compliment her ample breasts, at least a C in cup size. She turns her jade green eyes up to her lover as she takes nearly half of his length into her mouth, the medial ring bumping her lips. Though he snout is somewhat short by comparison to other canine Voeldahn, she somehow manages to taste more of him than any love he's previous had. Her narrowed eyes seem to pull him in, seducing him. He had never had sex with a married woman before, often finding it quite distasteful, but Evelyn is somehow different.

Resting a hand on her head and between her tall and narrow ears, he runs his golden fingers through her wavy black hair, which is parted at the middle and runs just beyond her shoulders. Using both hands, he gently collects her hair and brings it behind her head. Evelyn would grin, if she could contort her lips with her mouth full. With an impromptu ponytail in hand, Max begins to sway his hips, jerking his member in and out of her mouth. She takes her hands from his member, keeping them out of the way of his heavy and swaying balls, resting them on his outer thighs instead.

"Oh fuck!" He exclaims as he uses her mouth for his pleasure.

"Mmm mm!" Evelyn mumbles.

He looks down, feeling himself building to a climax. That is unacceptable. Max prides himself on never finishing before his lovers were already satisfied and he has never allowed himself to fail. Backing away, he lies Evelyn down and pulls down her black yoga pants, the back of which sits just beneath her tail. Stripping them away from her slender and furry legs, he sees her purple panties bearing a darker purple wet spot. Looking down and between her raised legs, Evelyn shies away as he grins. He gently strokes her tender flesh, running his finger along the moist are of the panties.

"Someone's ready to cheat on their husband... Again." He winks.

"Stop it." She murmurs, looking at the closet door.

He hooks his fingers underneath the thin elastic band at the top of her panties, pulling them down at the sides. With his nose only inches away, the scent or her arousal is potent. The intense aroma of her juices makes his penis throb, swaying up and down with the rapid beating of his heart. Leaning forward, he gently licks her clitoris. She writhes beneath him as he strokes her with his thick tongue, teasing her clitoris before gently slipping into her aching vagina. Max typically did not ever enjoy tasting women. For some reason, his previous lovers didn't entice him enough to return that particular favor. Evelyn, yet again, is somehow different; he enjoys every second of her pleasure.

After working her for several minutes, Evelyn is more than ready for the main course. Max, however, is not done with her yet. Using his large fingers, he plays with her by inserting one before trying another. He often does this to make sure that she is truly ready to take him, otherwise they require substantial quantities of lube; Evelyn has a surprisingly small vagina. He has slept with her enough times to know exactly what he should do to maximize the pleasure for both of them.

"Oh god! Fuck me, Max!" She cries out.

"Almost..." He teases.

"Aahh!" She screams.

Clenching the bedsheets tightly, she has her first orgasm and shoots a stream of hot, clear liquid all over his hand, arcing over the bed and landing on his still erect member before striking the carpet. Max loves watching this, as he has never had a "squirter" before, and when she cums while he is within her, the stream seems blocked; it swiftly drips around his shaft and balls where he can't properly witness it.

"That's better." He smirks.

"Dickhead..." She mutters.

"No, those are my fingers. But this..."

Rising to his feet, he leans over the bed, his large and heavy shaft resting atop her belly with his large and full balls pressing against her pussy. She moans and rests her hands on his chest, her arms shaking as she wraps them around his muscular trunk.

"This is a dickhead." He winks.

Giggling at his childlike humor, she leans in and kisses his neck.

"So, are you going to use it, or do I have to beg?" She asks sweetly.

Again, he does not speak. He shifts himself as he prepares to finally take his lover. The bed is not waist high, so he is forced to take a step back and hold himself up on his forearms and hooves, bent into a strange angle. His engorged member is barely able to hold its own weight, hanging on a gentle yet firm curve. He moves his hips and presses the head of his penis against her hungry flesh. She looks down with an excited grin, biting her bottom lip in preparation. Her fingers coil, her claws digging into his side as he begins to push.

"Oh fuuuuck..." He groans as he slips it in.

"Nngh!" She grunts.

Her eyes clench tightly and her claws scratch her lover's body. The heat from her love tunnel nearly scorches the flared tip of his cock, the burning making him yearn for her even more. He pushes ever deeper as his tapering shaft stretches her little hole to the breaking point.

"Fucking fuck!" She screams.

Clawing at his sides, she necks him passionately as he thrusts into her. Her juices are copious and far more effective than any personal lubricant. Still though, he doesn't try to bury himself within her just yet. Working her aching hole with the first half of his organ, his rubbery medial ring pummels her nether lips and drives her wild. Thrusting harder and faster, Max pushes Evelyn further onto the bed until he is able to climb aboard himself. Now on his forearms and knees, he has much more control. Evelyn stops him to adjust themselves, as she always does.

Lying on the bed properly, her head on a pillow and their feet and genitals facing the closet door beyond the footboard, he quickly resumes his work. Her legs wrap around his hips and her digitigrade feet dangle just behind his buttocks and tail. With a foot, she moves his tail aside. The flow of air to his scrotum is an interesting sensation, and he is always grateful for it. In and out he pushes and pumps, the medial ring pummeling her nether lips until they begin to give in. Her hole stretched to adequately fit him, he slows his thrusts and methodically drives himself even deeper.

With an audible pop as the air becomes trapped, Evelyn claws at his back and screams as her lover's medial ring makes its way inside of her body. She can't describe the sensation, or exactly how full she is as Max takes every millimeter of space that her love tunnel can provide him. Grunting and groaning, Max pushes in deeper and deeper as he works his lover. At first, his large and heavy balls merely brushed the coarse fur of her buttocks, but as he continues to plunge himself within her, they now rest against her firm ass; they don't even sway as he gives her every last centimeter, his sheath pressing firmly into her nether lips.

"Oh god, Max! Your cock is so fucking big!" She wails with delight.

"And your pussy is so tight!" He grunts back.

They both sweat profusely as they keep moving. By now, Evelyn has begun swaying and bucking her hips to meet her lover. They kiss passionately, their tongues exploring the other's mouth as they sway and shift. Her ample breasts press firmly against his strong chest as she holds firmly to his torso with both arms. Her body trembles with ecstasy as he shoves himself completely within her. Max has learned long ago that Evelyn doesn't prefer long strokes, but the constant sensation of being filled. He forces himself completely within her love tunnel, gently rocking his hips to shift his thick meat within her while not ever actually moving it.

Soon, she is brought to another powerful orgasm. It did not take very long, as it rarely does when Max is in control. They both know what the other wants and are eager to provide them that. Clear liquid spurts from around his fat cock, unable to escape at its natural velocity. It makes an interesting spewing noise, like a shaken bottle of soda pop attempting to erupt around a partially untwisted cap. Holding himself within her, he can feel her entire body spasming, her little hole clenching as tight as a vice upon his member. He waits for her to calm down, which also invariably does the same for him. This only prolongs their sessions, not that either has ever complained.

When he feels that she is ready, whether she actually is or not, he resumes his motions. They kiss passionately and hold each other as his organ plows into her little, trembling hole. Soon he shifts, sitting upright. It's easy to do as her legs are already around his waist.

"Wait..." She whispers.

"What?"

"Turn us around. I may need to hold onto the headboard." She coos, kissing him tenderly once more.

Max obeys and spins around with her atop him, her front facing the headboard and her back facing the footboard. Holding onto the headboard, she presses herself firmly against him as she bounces up and down atop her lover's exception genitalia. His full balls barely fit between his legs with them so close together; they often shift so that one is before the other when he is walking. His hands explore the matted and damp fur of her body, her bushy tail swishing from side to side as she gleefully rides him. Tilting his head down, he pries her hands from the headboard and leans her back so that he may lick and suck on her perfect breasts, his tongue tasting the dark flesh of her hard nipples.

Evelyn moans and groans, her hands gripping Max's head and her fingers running through his short black mane. She has never felt such pleasure from conventional sex before she met him. After several more minutes of ridding, he grips her hips and forces her to sit atop him.

"Oh shit!" She exclaims.

She feels completely filled and draws near yet another orgasm. He directs her movements with his arms like she was his plaything. His balls press tightly into her firm buttocks, the dark chocolate skin of his sack glistening from sweat and her previous expulsion. He knows exactly what he is doing as he tilts his hips, pushing himself as deep as he can go while making her shift her own hips.

"Oh god!" She squeals, nearly ready to cum again.

"Do you ever cry out like that for Steven?" Max asks.

"No... You dick." She giggles.

"I didn't think so." He grins.

They share a series of passionate kisses, only interrupted by Evelyn's next orgasm. Burning hot and clear liquid again spews from around his shaft and drips onto his balls and the bedsheets. This time, however, Max has no intention of waiting for her. Rolling over as he lies her down, their feet face the footboard as her head takes a yet unsullied pillow. She claws at his back and cries out as Max doesn't give her any time to recover. His grunts grow louder as his pleasure builds. He has done a fine job of holding out, but now it's his turn. His large hands slip down and grip her firm buttocks tightly, and again Evelyn uses a foot to hold his tail to the side, preventing it from blocking the air from reaching either of their genitals.

Evelyn holds tightly to her lover and prepares for the inevitable. Shoving himself inside of her love tunnel as hard as he can, he roars like a lion as he reaches his peak and quickly falls off of it. With the floodgates now opened, jet after powerful jet of his semen floods into Evelyn's fertile body, exploring her insides and leaving no crease unwashed. The carnal beast within him can't control himself, grunting loudly and holding her against his body as he tries to push himself even deeper; it's a futile task indeed.

She gasps for breath as five, six and then seven violent gushes of what feels like molten hot magma flood her body. With nowhere else to go, conveniently held in by his medial ring, the sperm cells race directly for her fertile egg; this is the best time for her to become pregnant, and she knows it. After the ninth and smallest of the jets, Max has finally finished his release. Evelyn can't believe his volume, even though she has felt it many times before. It's unlike anything she has ever had, and she cherishes every millisecond of it.

Slowly withdrawing himself from her thoroughly used hole, a gush of white ooze flows out of her as soon as his medial ring pops out of her body. They can't help but chuckle as they watch the flow from her gaping hole, which quickly shrinks back to its proper size. Lying together atop the bed, they cuddle and spoon as they catch their breath.

"Are you on birth control?" Max suddenly asks with a worried tone.

"You keep asking me that, and I keep telling you to wait and see." Evelyn giggles, glancing over her shoulder at him.

"I just want to know if I should except Steven to come looking for me when you have a large, golden furred baby. You two both having black fur, so..." Max adds.

"Well, maybe he'd like having a golden puppy?" She winks.

Max's doesn't look too amused, but he doesn't reply; he doesn't want to press the matter and ruin a wonderful affair.

"What time is it?" He eventually asks.

"Oh, it's... Shit!" She bolts upright, staring at the alarm clock on the nightstand before her. "It's 9:41, and he gets home at 10:00! You better go." She urges him.

Without wasting any time, Max jumps up from the bed and quickly wrestles on his clothes. As they share a final kiss, she whispers the next time that he can come over. Still undressed, a naked Evelyn watches as Max dashes from the room, his hooves clopping down the stairs. Like any good boyfriend, he knows better than to touch anything or leave the backdoor unlocked as he departs. Evelyn climb from the bed, her hand hovering over her vagina to catch any escaping semen. She wouldn't dare let a single drop flee her body, as she loves the feeling of it dwelling within her.

She watches from the upstairs hallway window as Max hops the backyard fence and heads for the corner where he typically parks his car. With a pleased sigh, she runs her free hand over her magnificent form, dabbing the remaining sweat from her breasts and forehead. Walking back toward the bedroom, she keeps a hand pressed tightly over her used pussy. Approaching the shuttered closet door, she grabs the knob with her unused hand and pulls it open, revealing her husband Steven within.

"That was awesome." He says with a wide grin.

"Yeah. I think that was the best sex I've _ever_had. I'm so glad you found him for me." Evelyn sighs.

"Yeah? He's a good choice." Steven says as he hugs his wife.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to tell him?" She asks, holding her husband tightly with one arm.

"I don't know. Not everyone is into this sort of thing. Maybe someday." He replies.

They share a passionate kiss before Evelyn takes some clothes into the bathroom and begins dressing herself. She quickly and carefully slips special latex panties over her body, which will help hold in Max's cum and prevent it from staining her outer clothes.

"So, want to grab some dinner?" Steven asks.

"Hell yes. That workout gave me quite the appetite." She answers with a smirk.

"I bet." He chuckles.

Now dressed, Evelyn retrieves a pack of morning after pills from underneath the sink where Max would never accidentally find them should he have cause to go through the medicine cabinet.

"... Hey, do you think a golden puppy would be cute?" Steven suddenly asks.

"Maybe. Do you think I shouldn't take these?" She asks, holding the pills.

"Not yet... Let's discuss it over dinner." Steven smiles.

"Okay." Evelyn smiles back.