FSE

Furry search engine

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The following morning found them both giddily debating to themselves as to when would be a good time to bring up last night's special subject. They felt like kids at their birthday party, wanting desperately to open presents but not knowing when it would be appropriate to ask. Marshall bit the bullet. He was wearing red sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt that hung off his belly like a curtain. He was sitting on the couch with his laptop, almost in the exact same spot where she had caught him the day before. "Hey! You wanna look at that thing we were talking about?" he asked her as she was walking past.

She was similarly dressed, wearing nothing more than a bathrobe and some underwear. "You mean that horse place?"

He laughed. "Yeah. The horse place. Only if you want to."

"No no no, I definitely want to." I thought you'd never ask. She plopped down next to him. "Go ahead. Let's see what all the hubbub is about."

"Haha, alright." He took a quick breath before typing horsed.com into his browser. He hesitated for a moment before pressing 'Enter'. It was up in a second, displaying an "Are You 18 or Older?" message. The background was a faded montage of half-naked stallions showing off their shredded abdomens. Their faces and loins were cut off, teasing anyone eager for a look. Marshall hit 'Yes', and the front page came up. Clarissa knew what to expect, but was still struck by what she saw.

Welcome to Horsed.com! Boasted the front page in oddly fancy letters. Where women go to get a taste of equine love~ The logo was a cartoon stallion naked to the waist holding a cowboy hat on his head. A stalk of straw stuck out from his teeth. The men featured on the front page also had a rustic attitude. They wore cowboy hats and boots, though not much else. They leaned against fences while their giant horse cocks dangled between their thighs with an arrogant weight. They drew Clarissa's gaze like a moth to a flame. She squeezed her thighs together and blushed. She liked what she saw already.

"What do you think?" Marshall asked.

"Well, it certainly looks interesting." It was goofy seeing so many naked horses compiled on one page. Sexy as they were, she could never take people who posed naked in pictures seriously. "They're all pretty hot."

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?"

"So, we just choose one?"

"In a little. We gotta put in our zip. That'll give us a selection of all the close ones."

"Ah, OK. Go ahead." Marshall clicked the "Find Stallions Near You!" button and typed their zip code in the bar that popped up. A few seconds passed and a column of thumbnails popped up, each one featuring a stallion. Most of them were selfies, usually featuring the man's penis. Again, Clarissa found it so silly she couldn't help but snicker.

"What is it?" Marshall asked, smiling with her.

"Nothing. It's just kinda funny, you and me doing this, looking at horse dicks."

He laughed. "You know, it's not quite how I pictured my Saturday morning going either. So, like I said, I want you to decide." He cleared his throat and turned the laptop to face her. "Scroll through and pick one you like. No rush."

Clarissa licked her lips and took the laptop. It was like picking a flavor of ice cream off of a menu that featured dozens, only much more stressful. She was picking a guy to fuck her, not what would've tasted best on a hot summer day. With nowhere else to start, she clicked the first gentleman's profile. A portfolio popped up, featuring a larger version of his thumbnail and his bio. Gary, 28, Thoroughbred, 5'9". He was a small fellow, at least as far as horses went. He was incredibly skinny, but equally cut. He stood in front of his mirror for a selfie, looking into the camera with a cocky tilt of the head. He looked younger than 28. Clarissa would've guessed him to be a teen. His fur was a dark brown and his hair, a few shades darker, was spiked. He held his penis in his hoof. It was half-erect, working its way up to full staff. It was mostly a dark gray, splotched in random places with pink. Other pictures beneath it showed him more erect and in various poses.

She read his bio: Hi~ My name's Gary. I'm a young buck ready to make a pretty woman like you feel good. I'm ready for anything casual like a friendship with benefits or a one time thing. I love to have fun and I have a wildside I think you'd love to get to know~ The rest was contact information including his Twitter, Instagram, and OnlyFans.

Clarissa mulled over him for several moments. He was kind of cute, in a young, spunky way, but she wasn't sure if that was what she was looking for.

"How about Gary?" Marshall asked. "Or do you want to look at others?"

"Yeah, let's look at other ones." she said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He sounded relieved.

She went back to the selection and scrolled through. Every following horse had a portfolio mostly similar to Gary's. They had a mirror selfie of themselves nude, a sultry look on their face, and several other images featuring their huge dicks. Their bios were often chock full of grammar and spelling errors. One man, who claimed to be 30, said he would "fuk ur brains out til u cum". He was a handsome man, but wasn't quite the kind of person Clarissa would invite into her home for sex.

As predictable as many of their profiles were, it was interesting seeing such a wild variety of breeds, body types, and coat colors. Most fetching to her were the few who had snow white fur. One such lad was stunningly beautiful with miraculously blue eyes and braided hair the color of platinum. His only downfall was that he was 20, which Clarissa thought was too young. She did say to herself that she would come back to him if she had to.

Marshall sat next to her patiently, offering no hint to how he felt for each man until she clicked off of him. He would nod along as she read each bio, ask her what she thought about him, then either nod in agreement or purse his lips with disappointment when she clicked away. Eventually Clarissa's scrolling and clicking became mechanical. The allure of looking at so many sexy men had waned to the point of boredom. Yes, they were all sexy, and rejecting each one made her feel like a choosing beggar, but not a single one of them piqued her interest much further beyond Oh yeah, he's kinda hot, I guess.

The thought of leaving the site and telling Marshall to just forget about it entered her mind at the exact moment the one appeared on screen. She sat upright and her eyes widened. "Damien," she said out loud, purely by reflex.

"Who?" Marshall asked, slightly startled by her saying a name so randomly.

She pointed at the screen, right below the name. "Damien. This guy. Damien." She sounded like some child recognizing a word in an early reading book. The name Damien was next to a stallion who had grabbed her attention like an explosion.

"Do you know him?" Marshall asked.

"No." At least not in reality. Damien, the stallion so lucky to grab Clarissa's attention, was the man she'd seen in her fantasies. He was the tall, black, workhorse bulging with muscle, the one who would fuck her in front of Marshall. She hastily clicked his thumbnail and checked his bio. The image blew up, and instantly set him apart from the rest of the men. The picture wasn't a selfie, but what looked like a professional photograph taken in front of a tractor by a barn. He leaned back against the wheel, nude to his waist wearing nothing but a pear of faded jeans and a straw cowboy hat, just like the men featured on the front page.

He was built like a tank. His torso and arms were defined by huge muscles wrapped tightly by his skin. His coat was a charcoal black, broken only by the stroke of white fur that ran down his snout. She looked at his other pictures which had him striking in several different poses. One had him totally nude, standing in the doorway of a barn. His enormous cock was totally erect, achieving a size and presence outdoing almost every one she had seen already. His face was ruggedly handsome. He looked like a man who spent his time on a farm.

She read his Bio: Damian, 32, Shire, 6'5" Howdy. My name's Damien. I'm a hardworking gentleman who puts his heart and soul into everything he does. I take care of everyone important to me, and that includes every woman I'm with. I can be your sweetheart or your friend, and anything in between. I'd love to make you feel like a woman in any way you need me to.

Clarissa's tail was wagging behind her like crazy, slithering about the cushions in a way she simply couldn't control. Just like that, in a matter of moments, the man she had fantasized about for so long was real. He had a face, a name, a personality. She fell in love with his bio. Maybe she was biased, but it was a hell of a lot better than all of the other schlock that she had read. She repeated his name in her head. Damien. Damien. Damien. It had to be him.

"Him." She said resolutely.

"Him?" Marshall asked, sitting upright.

"Yes. Him. Damien. Let's go with him."

Now Marshall's tail was wagging. He clearly approved of her choice. "Awesome! I like him too!"

"You do?"

"Yeah! He looks real tough, but kinda soft too, like he's a cool guy to get to know." Marshall took a good look at him. "And his dick is fucking amazing too."

Clarissa laughed so hard she snorted. "I'm glad we agree. So, do we email him or something? He doesn't have a Twitter or anything, or at least he doesn't give it."

"Horsed has a DM feature. We'll talk to him through there."

"Oh, good. What will we say?"

Marshall shrugged. "'Hey, guy, liked the look of your cock. Mind using it on my wife?' I don't know."

"Well, don't be too casual or rude. Type it up like you would an email."

"That seems a little too formal."

"I'm sure he doesn't care. If anything, I think he would appreciate a well written message."

Marshall looked at Damien's profile again where one image showed him gripping his magnum cock while laid back on the hood of the tractor. "Yeah, I bet he does," he said sarcastically.

"Come on, don't think about it too hard. Just say, 'Hello. I've been searching for someone to have sex with my wife and I thought you looked hot. If you're interested, please let me know.'"

"You really want this guy, don't you?"

"Yeah, he's-" the exact kind of guy I imagine fucking me and making me cum like you can't. "-the best looking one out of the bunch. I'll type it if you need me to."

"No, I got it. Don't worry." He clicked Damien's DM, which led to a page asking for him to sign in or make an account. "Ah, shit. Let me do this real quick."

"You're OK with making an account on a place like this?"

"I mean, not totally, but I have to."

"I know, it just kinda skeeves me out."

"Do you want me to message him or not?"

"Yes! Do it! Don't listen to me. I'll shut up."

"Yes, please." He got an elbow to the shoulder for that. He quickly made up an account, labeling himself as OESDxWife. He was redirected to Damien's DM's where he was given a subject bar and a message board. He pondered for a moment before typing in 'Hello' as the subject. A few more moments of hesitation passed before he started typing a message:

Hello there! My wife and I are looking for someone to help us with a fantasy the two of us share. We came to this site so that we may find a handsome stallion to make love to her whilst I watch. My wife was struck by your masculine fortitude and hoped that you would be interested in being the one to fulfill her desires. I, too, admire your physical attributes, and hope that you would use them to satisfy her. If you are interested, please message us on either this website or at xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx@xxxxx.com. Thank you for your consideration!

Sincerely,

OESDxWife

Marshall looked over at her. "How's that?"

"Pretty well written. I'm sure he'll be interested after reading that. I told you not to take it too seriously."

He scoffed. "Baby, I'm ready to put down a whole soliloquy of how beautiful you are if I have to. Whatever it takes to get this guy on board, I'll do it."

"Aww, thanks." She pecked his cheek. "What if he doesn't respond?"

"I'll shoot him another message after a week. If he doesn't respond a week after that, we'll leave him alone."

"That makes sense. How long do you think it will take him if he does?"

"I don't know. The important thing is that we remain patient. It's up to him when, or if, he responds."

They didn't need to wait long at all. Marshall heard his phone ding in his pocket later that evening and quickly drew it out to check. Every single time his phone buzzed he made quick to see what it was, hoping that it would be an email from Damien, even though he figured Damien would contact him through the DM's. He was busy telling himself that it wasn't Damien when he saw the sender of the email: Damien2889@xxxxx.com. Marshall stopped dead in his tracks midway down the hallway. "Oh shit!" he hissed, then hustled his way downstairs to the living room where Clarissa was busy sitting on the couch watching TV. He held up his cellphone and waggled it in the air. "It's him! It's him!" he chanted.

"Who? What?" Clarissa asked, surprised and worried by Marshall's sudden antics.

"Damien. That horse guy. He emailed me!"

"Oh shit!" Clarissa jumped upright in her seat. "Did you read it?"

"No. I just got it. Let's read it together."

"Yeah! Come here."

He sat down next to her and opened his emails. At the top was Damien's email. "You ready?" he asked.

"Yes! Open it, dammit!"

"Right, right. Here we go." He tapped the email. It opened up.

Hey there! I got your message and wanted to let you know that I am interested in meeting you and your wife! I'm emailing you on this address because you asked me too. Before we do anything, I need some more information from you two. I need to know your names and your zip code and your species. This is just so I can know for sure who you people are and how far away you live. If you're more than 30 minutes away from me or are anything that isn't mammal, I'm afraid I won't want to be with you. If you live too far out, I'll have to ask you to rent a room somewhere within that range. Sorry if that ruins anything for you. Those are just my preferences. If you are close and a mammal, feel free to respond with your info!

Damien

Marshall and Clarissa both squealed with excitement. It was happening! Clarissa, however, stopped celebrating. "Wait! What if he lives too far away? He didn't say where he lived."

"Ah, shit. You're right." Marshall tapped his chin. "I guess all we can do is tell him our zip and hope he lives close."

"Yeah, but it looks like he lives on a farm. There's no way that can be too close."

"Let's just figure it out." Marshall hastily typed up a reply, telling Damien what species Clarissa and him were, their names, and their zip. He hit send. "Hopefully he'll respond quickly. I got this email less than five minutes ago." Marshall got up to get himself a drink. Clarissa slumped back into the couch and watched her show, trying to distract herself from the wait.

Marshall's phone dinged. "Here we go!" he chirped. He put his drink down and sat back down next to Clarissa. He opened the email.

Hey! I'm glad to hear back from you so soon! Haha! I'd love to meet you two! You are so formal! Good news is that you barely live within my range. Google maps puts you at 29 minutes. Talk about cutting it close! If you don't mind, I'll need some pictures proving you are who you say you are, just to be safe.

Husband and wife both sighed with relief. "So, he's close enough," Marshall said. "We just gotta send him pictures."

Clarissa was hesitant. "Are we really going to? It might not be him."

"I'm pretty sure it is."

"Yeah, but... I don't know. Those pictures of his were pretty high-quality. Maybe he's some pervert ripping pictures of stallions off of the web."

"Damn. You're right. Hold on. There's something for that." Marshall went back to Damien's page and quickly performed a reverse image search of Damien's thumbnail. Nothing else of his came up. "Well, Google says he's legit."

"OK." Clarissa conceded. "But let's not send him anything lewd. Let's send him something totally innocent."

"Heh, alright. How about a selfie? Something silly." Clarissa agreed, and the couple took a very unsexy shot of themselves sitting on the couch. Clarissa had no makeup on, and Marshall was still wearing that loose t-shirt. Clarissa deemed it nothing worth jerking off to. "There we go. Haha! He'll like that. Want me to ask for the same from him?"

"You think he'll say yes?"

"If he wants to have sex with you, yes, I think he will." Marshall drew up another email with the selfie as an attachment. In the email he politely asked if Damien could do the same for them. He hit send, and got a response not 5 minutes later.

Y'all look cute! Here's a picture of me. Never can be too safe!

There was an attached .jpeg that Marshall opened. It was a rather unflattering selfie of Damien wearing a black hoodie. The picture looked down the length of his snout, making it look bigger than it was and bulging out his eyes. It made the two spouses crack up.

"Well, I guess that's him." Marshall said, still chuckling.

"Yeah. You think he would've taken a better picture than that." She said, giggling into her paw.

"I guess that's why he hired someone to take pictures for him. His photography must suck." Marshall typed up another email, thanking Damien for his confirmation. He briefly considered poking fun at his choice of selfie, but left it alone. He asked Damien what happened next. The reply was quick.

If you two are serious about this, we can meet up at your place or someone else to discuss boundaries and all that stuff. We can talk about it here, but I think it's better to talk about that kind of serious stuff in person. I can come there or any place of your choosing within my range. We can do things that day or any other day that's good for you. I'm free after 6 on weekdays and all day on weekends.

Marshall leaned back and stroked his mustache thoughtfully. It was all suddenly very real to both of them. Decisions had to be made, and it felt vital to make the right ones. "Well," Marshall said, looking at his wife. "What do you want to do?"

"He said it's better to talk in person, so we should definitely do that."

"Yeah, you're right. But where? Here? He's almost thirty minutes out. I'd hate to drag him out all the way here and then tell him we've changed our minds, for whatever reason. I think we should go someplace."

"Like a restaurant?"

"Sure. Why not that new place you mentioned?"

"Is that closer to him?"

"I don't know. Let's find out." Marshall shot another email mentioning the new restaurant and asked if that was closer to Damien. A response a few minutes later confirmed that it was. "Awesome! Are you doing anything tomorrow?" Marshall asked Clarissa.

She cocked an eyebrow. "Do I ever do anything on a Sunday?"

"Heh, good point." Marshall sent another email, telling Damien what restaurant, where it was, and when to show up. Damien responded.

Sounds like a plan! I look forward to it! Here's my number so we can text 415-xxx-xxxx.

See you then!

Once again, husband and wife went into a fit of giddy hysterics, this time not coming to a stop. They giggled and bounced on the sofa, hugging each other tightly. "Holy shit! Holy shit! This is gonna be awesome!" Marshall chittered.

"I know, I know, I know!" Clarissa squealed. Both of their tails flapped behind them wildly. They broke their hug and planted a fat kiss on the other's lips. "Oof, I hope that place is as good as people say it is."

"Me too." Marshall added Damien's number to his contacts and shot him a text confirming that it was him. Damien responded with a thumbs up emoji. "He got it. Cool." Once that was accomplished, they resumed their childlike celebrations, hugging, giggling, and bouncing. "I love you." Marshall said.

"I love you too."

* * *

Husband and wife felt like kids on the last day of school waiting for the bell to ring, signaling summer. They had made reservations at 6:30, a time they thought would be best for Damien. He didn't suggest otherwise, so they stuck with it. Marshall put on a blue button up shirt and some black pants. Clarissa wore a knee-length skirt and a tight-fitting dress-shirt. Her cleavage was on full display, and she made sure to give it a nice coating of perfume. "Gotta let him see the goods," was her reasoning.

"I agree. If I saw tits as nice as those I'd want to get friendly with them too."

She scoffed. "But you are friendly with them."

"I know." He took a deep breath. "And now someone else is going to be. God, I'm so excited." He said that, but she could tell how nervous he was. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey, we don't have to do this, not now, if you're not ready."

"No, I'm ready alright. I'm just..." He sighed and scratched his nose, a tell of his Clarissa had picked up on a long time ago. "I'm just worried I might screw something up, like turn him off of you, or something. I don't know."

"Hush." She pecked his nose and rubbed his back. "You'll be fine. Just talk to him like he's some person you're interviewing."

"Like for a job?"

"Yeah."

Marshall laughed. "Hell of a nice job, fucking a guy's wife for him."

She laughed. "It sure is, and one with plenty of benefits." She kissed him tenderly, swaying her orange fox tail behind her. "Everything will be fine. I promise."

He hugged her back, far more relaxed now. "Yeah... You're right."

They got into Marshall's SUV and drove to the restaurant. They made sure to get there 15 minutes early so that they could greet Damien once he got there. The restaurant was semi-formal, having a dark, ambient atmosphere lit mostly by artificial candles and dim lanterns within depressions in the walls. Clarissa and Marshall were sat at a table draped in a white cloth. They could see the entrance and watched as every patron entered, waiting for Damien. Marshall sipped his water incessantly, draining half of the glass until finally Damien stepped inside.

He immediately stood out from everyone else for two main reasons. Firstly, he was huge. He clearly wasn't lying when he said he was 6'5". He was a head taller than everyone else, and had broad shoulders nobody would've been able to scoot past in a single doorway. Secondly, he wasn't properly dressed. He had on a black hoodie, jeans, and work boots. He looked around anxiously, clearly feeling out of place.

"Shit!" Marshall hissed. "I forgot to tell him to dress nicely! Fuck!" His face grew red. Already he felt like he had fucked everything up.

Clarissa patted his forearm. "Don't worry! Just make him feel OK about it when he gets over here. Calm down." Marshall blew out his lips, trying his best to do so. Clarissa waved her arm in the air. Damien saw her and smiled. He walked over to their table, growing to a size Marshall and Clarissa could finally appreciate. The couple stood up to greet him and still managed to look small.

"Hey!" he chimed. "Marshall, Clarissa?" His voice was deep but smooth and cheery. He held his hoof out to Marshall.

"Yes sir!" Marshall greeted him, shaking his hoof. Damien closed his fingers around Marshall's paw, almost totally enveloping it. Clarissa could tell by the way the cords in Damien's forearm stood out that he was way stronger than her husband. Already there was a comparison dynamic at play, one that got Clarissa excited. "Nice to meet you, finally." Marshall said with a bit of a strained enthusiasm. The corners of his lips were raised in a smile, but it was a tight one.

"Likewise!" Damien said, far more relaxed. He was kind and chipper, not giving a demeanor Clarissa thought intimidating. Granted, she wasn't the one giving her spouse off to have sex with such an imposing figure. He turned his gaze towards her. He was handsome in a coarse, outdoorsy way. In person, looking at him straight on was far better than the selfie he had sent them. The way his eyes fell on her, drifting from her face to her bosom, then back up to her, made a buzz of thrill run through her. Her tail flicked. He had quite the presence, one she knew would be all the more powerful once she saw him naked. "And you must be Clarissa!" He held his hoof out to her, not to shake, but to hold her paw. "You look stunning!"

She laid her paw in his palm. It was rough and calloused, but the way he closed his fingers around hers was supremely gentle. "Nice to meet you. You're too sweet."

Damien looked around the restaurant. It wasn't terribly busy, but the few people who were there were all better dressed than he was. "This is a really nice place here. Haven't been to a place this nice in a while." It was obvious he felt a tad uncomfortable.

"Ah, sorry about that, for not telling you what kind of place it was." Marshall said.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I should've asked." Damien sat down, quickly forgetting about everyone around him and instead focusing on the couple, or at least he pretended to. Marshall and Clarissa sat down too. She nudged him. See? Nothing to worry about.

Marshall nodded, still a bit nervous. "So! Damien... Ah, where are you from?"

Damien was ready to ask when their waitress, a finch, introduced herself and told them the specials for the night. She asked what they wanted to drink. Clarissa pondered their wine menu and ordered a glass of white wine. Marshall asked for one of their cocktails. It was Damien's turn. "Ah, I think I'll have just a coke, please." The waitress nodded, and walked off. Marshall cringed, hating how uncomfortable Damien must have felt. Clarissa tapped her toe against his under the table, letting him know that it was OK.

"Anyway, you asked where I was from, right?" Damien asked. Marshall nodded. "Yeah, I'm from Oakland, just across the bay. I moved out here not long ago because of a job opportunity. I'm a mover."

"You don't live anywhere rural?" Clarissa asked. "Your profile seemed pretty rustic."

Damien laughed. "No, not me. I had those taken professionally a few years back. I hope I haven't aged too much since then."

"You won't get any complaints from us. You look great." Marshall said.

"Thanks. You two are a cute couple. How long have you been married?"

"Going on six." Marshall told him.

"Awesome, and you two have discussed this before?"

"Well, just two nights ago, actually," Clarissa admitted. "We kind of had a conversation about it in bed and decided to check out Horsed the next day, yesterday. Is that pretty fast?"

Damien winced. "A little. This kind of thing couples usually talk about for a while, especially married ones."

"Well, we'd actually been thinking about it for a lot longer." Marshall said. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled as their secret was revealed. "You see, I like to buy her romance novels. I kinda get off on her thinking about other men, which she did a lot once she started reading them." Clarissa smiled bashfully and blushed. It was so strange hearing Marshall confide these things to someone who was hardly more than a stranger. "I uh... Kinda fantasized about this thing for a while. She did too. We just didn't know about it until a few nights ago. I had visited Horsed.com before, just to kind of satiate myself, I guess, though it really only made me hungrier."

Damien nodded along, understanding. "I can see that. You definitely seem sure about it. I suppose I should've asked if it-" The waitress showed up with their drinks, cutting him off instantly. She laid them down in front of them and asked if they were ready to order. Marshall asked for a few more minutes, and she left. Once she was gone, Damien leaned forward and lowered his voice to just above a whisper. Clarissa noticed for the first time how quiet the place was. She realized that it may have been better to come at a busier time. More voices meant difficult eavesdropping. "I probably should've asked if this was y'all's first time. I figured it wasn't 'cause Marshall didn't say so."

"Sorry about that." Marshall said.

"Don't be. It's no sweat, though we do have to go through boundaries a bit more seriously now."

"Boundaries," Clarissa repeated. "What do you mean by that?"

"Like, what is and isn't allowed?" Marshall asked.

Damien nodded. "Exactly. Lot of people come into this stuff thinking they can take out any rules and let me do what I want, but then they realize the hard way that they really can't. I can get kinky and rough-" Clarissa squirmed in her seat. "-to a point that the boyfriend won't like it, or the girl. It's best to start things real soft, maybe keep it like that. I need you to think hard about what you're OK with me doing. That goes for the both of you."

The couple looked at each other. They hadn't really thought about it. What were their limits? They knew their own when it came to each other, but not quite when a third person was added to the mix.

"I guess..." Marshall started, but paused. "I don't know. Damn."

"Don't, uh..." Clarissa said, trying to help. "Don't be too rough, I guess?"

"Alright. How rough is too rough?" Damien asked. "I know that sounds like a tough question, but I'd rather establish something before we realize how rough 'too rough' is in bed."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Marshall said. He stroked his mustache. "I guess just be gentle, at first. Treat her like you would a virgin." He saw how closely Clarissa was listening. "Sorry, I don't mean to speak for you."

"No! Don't be," she said, laying her paw on his. "I wanna hear it." She truly did.

"Ah, alright." Marshall gulped and sat upright. He looked Damien in the eye. "Be gentle, real soft. Treat her like you would want someone to treat your daughter, I guess. I've seen your pictures. You're, hehe... a very blessed man, even by horse standards." Clarissa lowered her head and smirked. Damien smiled smugly. "With something like that, I'd want you to be as gentle as you could. I don't know how much she can take, but I definitely haven't been stretching her out." He laughed nervously. "I just want you to make her feel loved, is all I'm saying. Treat her like a goddess."

Clarissa's heart was in the air, fluttering on the wind. She'd never heard him speak about her so wholesomely, and it involved asking another man to fuck her. Damien nodded, impressed. "Can do. I'll be gentle like a butterfly." He reached out and patted Clarissa's thigh. She jerked upright and inhaled sharply. It was his first time touching her, and she loved it. A smile split her face from ear-to-ear. Marshall liked it too. "Anything else? How do you want me to talk to her? How do you want me to address you?" He asked Marshall.

"Address me?" Marshall asked.

"Yeah. I can be rude, mean, polite, humiliating, you say it. Lots of guys like being made fun of and humiliated. I wanna know how you want it."

Marshall blushed hard. "Ah! Well... I think... Ah, just be polite, I guess. Let's not be mean to each other. Er, you be mean to me."

"No problem! I'll be a friend. To be honest, I hate being mean to cucks. I'm already having sex with their girl, no need to be a douche about it."

That had Marshall laughing genuinely, which made Clarissa happy. For a moment, she thought they might be becoming friends, though she quickly wrote that off as being silly. "When it comes to talking to her, I guess you should be gentle too." Marshall said.

"But don't be afraid to talk dirty." Clarissa added. "Don't call me a slut or anything, but talk about my body and how much you like it." Marshall's eyebrows lifted. He was pleasantly surprised by her sudden boldness.

Damian nodded. "I can do that, definitely. What about protection? Do you want me to wear a condom?"

Marshall felt a pit materialize in his stomach. "Um, well... She's on the pill. Do you, ah... What do you recommend?"

Damien shrugged. "I got the snip a few years back. I'm shooting blanks. That being said, I do have a lot of sex with a lot of different people. I know I'm clean, but I'll put one on if you need me to."

Clarissa, feeling a smidge of disappointment over his infertility, began imagining him with and without a condom on. She had always imagined her stallion lover bareback, but Damien was a promiscuous man. Who knew what he may or may not have been carrying. "We're clean, I can assure you that," she said.

"I don't doubt that, which is why I'm asking you whether you want it or not. Whatever makes you feel safe. I'm going to be finishing inside you if I can, so it's best to play it safe.

Marshall squirmed in his seat and gulped reflexively. His throat was in a vice and a wave of nausea ran over him as he pictured Damien unloading his seed into Clarissa. His stomach was in a knot, and his penis peeked out from his sheath. Clarissa laid a paw on his thigh to calm him. "I'm fine without one," she said. "It's up to Marshall."

"Ah, yeah. We don't need one." he said flatly. "It's way better without one."

"Are you sure?" Clarissa asked. Damien was about to ask the same thing."

"Absolutely. It won't be as hot with one. I wanna see him..." He cleared his throat. "I wanna see him cum inside of you."

Clarissa blushed hard. "Yeah, I want that too." She looked at Damien. "No condom, then."

Damien nodded. "You got it. I'll bring one in case you change your mind." His eyes fell back to Clarissa and her body. They tracked her up and down in a way that made excitement buzz through her. "I think it's better without one. I don't want to ruin anything 'cause I like what I'm seeing."

Clarissa smiled broadly, no longer modest. "And I like what I'm seeing. I can't wait to see more~" She lifted her leg out and brushed her toe against Damien's ankle. He grinned and grabbed her calf. Delight buzzed up her legs and sizzled in her loins.

Marshall's face was ablaze. It was so embarrassing, seeing his wife so unabashedly smitten for another man. It was also really, really hot. "And I like what I'm seeing. I think this is gonna go great. You two-"

"Are we ready here?"

Clarissa jerked her foot down and sat up in her chair. Damien coughed into his fist. The waitress was back, oblivious to what was going on. Clarissa shook herself back to the real world. "Ah... Um... yes. Are we ready?" she asked the other guys.

Both Marshall and Damien gave an emphatic "yes", even though none of them had taken a single look at the menu. "Alright! What are we having?" Asked the waitress. There was an awkward moment where they realized they had no idea what was available, in spite of their assurances. Marshall saved the day, recalling what they had on special. Clarissa and Damien ordered the same, if just to keep them from having to look at the menu. The waitress jotted it all down. "Easy! That'll be ready in about 20 minutes." She carried off.

The three of them looked at each other, then had a good laugh. "Holy hell, that was close." Marshall wheezed.

"Do you think she saw anything?" Clarissa asked, her paw over her chest.

"No, although I did have my hoof all over your leg. Thank God for this cloth here." he said, patting the table cloth. After that close call, the conversation drifted away from the lewd subject that had brought them there. They learned about each other's pasts. Clarissa told how she and Marshall met. Marshall told some funny stories, including going into detail about how they discovered their desires to cuckold.

Damien told his own story about how he became a bull. He had a friend years ago who suggested they play some sex games with their girlfriends. They went through with it, only for it to become a threesome with Damien's friend on the side happily just watching and masturbating. That gave Damien a huge boost in confidence that led him to discover the cuckold community and made him build a profile on Horsed.com. Since then he had been the bull for several couples, the number of which he had lost count. He considered becoming a pornstar or making an OnlyFans, but decided he wasn't comfortable with making his face public other than on Horsed.

The couple listened with deep fascination. He was like a soldier telling war stories to his grandchildren. He had become something of a wonder to both of them. Marshall admired and envied him deeply. Clarissa thought he was the sexiest man alive. Their food arrived, but they were too busy listening to Damien to do much eating. They forgot where they were or who might have been listening as they asked him questions. He had answers for each one.

"Has anything ever gone wrong?"

"I had a girl start crying once and we had to cut things immediately. She said she couldn't go through with it because she loved her boyfriend too much. The guy insisted we continue, but I had to make it clear that it was done."

"What's the freakiest thing a couple asked you to do?"

"I had a guy who dressed up in a whole gimp suit while the girl held him on a leash. Another guy asked if he could sniff and worship my feet while I fucked his girl. I let him, but it really tickled when his cold nose touched my soles."

"Was there ever a woman who didn't like it?"

"Not many. I'm good with about every type of woman, although I've never been with a woman who isn't into horses. Let's be real, not everyone is."

"Were you ever too big for somebody?"

"Oh yeah. Plenty of women think they can take me and simply can't. That doesn't mean we still can't have fun, though." He gave Clarissa a wink.

"What does a guy do after it's all done?"

"The guy usually kisses or has sex with the girl right after. They'll use my cum as lube, or he'll even eat it right out of her. It's usually like a reclaiming ritual. No matter what I do to them, they're still a couple."

The couple nodded along, giggling or gasping depending on his answer. Clarissa felt herself heating up. It was like hearing a delicious meal being described on an empty stomach. She wanted it more and more. Marshall, meanwhile, became reticent. He heard Damien describing men eating the semen out of their wive's cunts, something Clarissa wasn't sure aroused or disgusted him.

She laid her paw on his thigh. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to, baby."

Marshall smiled. "I know! I know. I think I'll refrain from that, if it's OK."

"Of course it is, baby," she said, patting his leg.

"I definitely don't blame you." Damien said. "But a lot of guys think it's hot, and the girls always appreciate it. Hell, sometimes they call it sweet and cute." Damien shrugged. "To each their own. I can't help it if my nut is delicious." Marshall and Clarissa snorted.

They finished their meals and continued their arrangements. Damien reminded them that he would be available after 6 on weekdays, which Marshall said was a good time for them too. They agreed on Monday evening at their place. That gave them a few hours before Damien had to go home and get to bed. "I like to get up early and work out," he told them.

"I can tell," Clarissa purred.

The waitress came around with the check. "Altogether, or are we splitting?"

Damien opened his mouth to say "splitting", but Marshall and Clarissa were quick to cut him off. "Altogether," they said in unison.

"Whoa! Hold on," Damien said. "I got it. This was some expensive stuff. You don't have to pay for it."

"Nonsense," Marshall said.

"Consider it thanks for everything you're doing." Clarissa added.

Damien raised an eyebrow. He looked guilty. "Are you sure? I know I said you had to pay for a hotel room, but this is different."

Clarissa laid her paw down on his edge of the table. "Baby, this is a gift from us. Take it, please." Marshall just smiled and nodded, right alongside her.

Damien shrugged in defeat. "Alright. If you say so." He chuckled, once again feeling uneasy.

"Forget about it," Marshall said. "You'll repay it in the best way you can."

Damien laughed. He stole another look at Clarissa's breasts. "Oh, I hope I will."

They paid the check and got up to leave. Marshall shook Damien's hoof and Clarissa gave him a tight hug. They waved goodbye in the parking lot and got in their vehicles. Clarissa and Marshall spent the entire drive home chittering wildly over how excited they were. They couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. They complimented each other on how well they handled the whole ordeal. They gushed over how sexy Damien was in person. They recounted his stories, and how fun it would be to experience it themselves. They were lost in ecstasy, and they hadn't even done it yet.