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Thud!

I stopped typing as something thumped against the wall from the other side. It was quiet for a moment, but as soon as I placed my paws back on the keyboard I heard the noise again. This time it was accompanied by a muffled grunt. It sounded like my mate was moving furniture in the bedroom. We had both been working from home for the better part of two years. After the first six months of stepping on each others' toes, we converted our spare bedrooms into separate home offices to help us focus on our work. They were divided by the master bedroom between them, specifically to cut down on any distracting noise. Why my partner was knocking about in the bedroom by himself, I didn't know.

The bumping became more rhythmic, and the creaking of bedsprings was added to the cacophony shortly after.

What was he doing?

I stood and stretched with the nub of my oversized pacifier still held between my teeth. Since I didn't have to worry about video meetings while I did my work, I took the opportunity to indulge daily in enjoying my cub side. I drank juice from a bottle or sippy cup at my desk, kept toys meant for cubs to fiddle with nearby. and wore a soggy diaper for the majority of any given workday. Today wasn't any different. My padding, half-soaked from the pot of coffee I had been working my way through that morning, sagged and swayed between my thighs. It crinkled loudly as I lifted my rump out of my seat..

Barely containing my diaper was a blue, short sleeve hooded onesie that snapped at the crotch. The one piece garment was a vibrant lapis-lazuli, its brightness further emphasized by the juxtaposition of the equally-stark cherry red of the hood, sleeves, trim, and buttons.. My diaper made an unmistakable bulge where it pressed against the taut fabric, and white plastic peeked out around my thighs. I placed a paw on the front of my padding and hefted it, feeling it squish wetly against my junk. I allowed myself a brief tail wag of pleasure at the sensation. It was definitely close to time for a change, but I'd let it wait and enjoy it for a few more minutes until I finished investigating the sounds.

I poked my head out into the hallway and called my partner's name, but didn't receive a reply. Lucas, my leopard husband, didn't much care for my obsession with ABDL play, but he tolerated it- even if his teasing about the topic strayed clearly into taunting at times. It was just another reason to have our own workspaces, I suppose. The bedroom door was shut for some reason, so I waddled out and pressed my knifelike ear curiously against it to investigate.

Sure enough, the creaking and banging and thumping and thudding were enemating from within. I had enough time to take a short break from work and opened the door, ready to help my partner with whatever random project he had decided to start late on a weekday morning.

I gasped as the door swung open.

Lucas was naked and on all fours on our bed, his three-foot-long tail curled up toward the back of his neck, muscles tense. While he was less chubby than I was, he wasn't particularly fit. That said, the pose made what muscles he did have tense beneath his smattering of rosettes. It was a position I knew well. I had been behind him more times than I could count, burying my bone into his tight heat. Only, there was someone else embedded deep within him. An equally naked caracal knelt behind him, balls deep. The other feline was biting into his collar with a feral lust. My husband's eyes were clenched shut and he moaned, a raw sound torn between pain and pleasure escaped his throat.

My mate and I were both in our mid-thirties. The new cat seemed to be roughly that age too. While our coloration matched that of our species (me with my gray and white wolf pelt, Lucas with his black and orange), the caracal's typically black face and ear markings were a fiery scarlet. He had a lithe, more athletic frame than either my lover or I, which served him well as he slammed into Lucas. His tail lashed and he let go of the bite.

The caracal straightened his back and rolled his head back, supporting himself with a paw on the small of Lucas' back. We locked eyes as his gaze turned towards me. I just stood there in my damp padding. I was in shock, unable to even sputter out a sentence.

"Looks like your husband finally found us," the feline said huskily, he didn't bother breaking pace with his thrusts. Between their fluff I could catch glimpses of his girthy erection sliding in and out of my partner's cleft. The dark peach flesh of his length glistened with lube.

"Oh? Hi Dillon," Lucas purred. His breath hitched in his throat as the caracal jerked his hips and ground against the sweet spot within him. He seemed completely unperturbed that I had found him cheating on me. The fact that he didn't bother feigning surprise told me that he intended for me to discover them. This had been planned. "Meet Aiden. We used to be a thing in college. Aiden, this is my puppy, Dillon."

Aiden laughed, his voice a harsh rasp caught between a huff and moan. "Is that wolf of yours wearing a diaper?"

"Yeah. He doesn't even need them; he just wears them for fun. Looks like he's already pissed himself too."

"No wonder you needed to be with a feline again." He eyed the pacifier in my muzzle. I was surprised that my jaw hadn't dropped enough to make it tumble to the floor. "I guess it is true what they say: Cats rule and dogs drool, eh?"

"W-what are you d-doing!?" I finally stammered. Emotion welled up within me. Unidentifiable at first. Passion, yes, but not anger. I should be raging, I told myself, but I couldn't help but be inexplicably aroused at the scene. At the intrinsic belittlement. At the humiliation and degradation.

"I got a little bored of your teeny nub, and remembered my ex was nice and thick, so I sent him a message. He got over here pretty quick."

"From what Lucas has told me, I've always been able to give it to him rougher and more savage than you with that dinky dicklet of yours. Speaking of..." the caracal- Aiden- trailed off as his crimson eyes drifted lower to the front of my disposable diaper. I felt it before I looked down at myself. The bump of my undersized erection was pressing against the plastic, straining to make itself known. I had always been self-conscious about being just shy of four inches when fully hard, but him making a direct reference to it while I could quite obviously see that he was pushing at least eight inches into Lucas' hole made my face hot. I was flustered. On some primal, base level I was enjoying seeing a more masculine fur taking my place and plowing my mate.

"Are you seriously getting horny from watching me get fucked by a real anthro?" My husband chirped with laughter, punctuated with grunts and gasps in time with how the other feline pistoned back and forth across his prostate.

I couldn't find my voice, but I felt compelled to answer. I nodded meekly.

"I guess I should start calling you cuck or bitch then," he chortled, his words catching in his throat as the other feline made an especially powerful pattern of thrusts into him. Something sparked within me when he uttered the word cuck. My penis throbbed in response. My heart raced.

"Why don't you kneel right there, puppy, and see how a cat fucks. You've got a front row seat," Aiden ordered harshly. "Feel free to rub that little package of yours through your diaper. I want to hear it crinkle while I get my rocks off."

I shouldn't listen to him. It was nothing short of demeaning. I should have stood up for myself...but I couldn't. The intoxicating scent of sex in the air and the embarrassing urge to see their rutting through to its conclusion gripped me. I sank to the carpet to the tune of their laughter. My paw found the snaps at the crotch of my onesie and freed them with a trio of pops. I had only just started to reach inside the ruffled waist of my padding to grip myself and stroke, when an admonishment from Lucas stopped me.

"You can get off if you want, doggy, but keep your paws where we can see them. You'll have to grind your pathetic cocklet against your diaper if you want a nut."

They changed position on the bed, moving in tandem. The history they shared must've made it easy for them to read each other's body and silent signals. A surge of jealousy, white hot in my chest but imminently desirable- like a tumbler of good whisky- shot through me. Aiden slid himself free of my partner's slick ring and helped him rotate onto his side, so that he was facing me. The caracal's hefty maleness lay weighty and erect against his thigh while slung my husband's leg over his shoulder. He thrust his fingers into my mate's gaping hole, twisting his digits about and making Lucas shudder and melt and moan.

"Even his fingers are bigger than that tiny cock of yours," Lucas gloated, his own hardness throbbing and bouncing up against the pudge of his stomach.

Aiden withdrew his paw and straddled the leopard's other thigh, lining himself up again. His knuckles glided along his moist shaft. Heavy testicles hung beneath the monstrous organ, the same soft off-white as the cat's throat and underbelly. My ears drooped in shame. My tail tucked down over my thickly padded rump, but still I was so horny that I was humping against the floor, with my thighs splayed wide. I whimpered as I felt spurts of pre erupt from my miniscule length. Lucas' rod leaked its own river, which gushed forth from his tip with a fury as the other feline crammed the head of his penis beneath his lashing tail.

"This reminds me of that time at the lakehouse," Aiden hissed to my husband, "Remember? When we had some wine and I ended up doing that thing with my tongue?"

I whimpered, wondering at the history there that Lucas had never shared with me.

Aiden pressed forward, sinking every last inch of himself into my eager husband's entrance. My leopard lover squirmed and leered at me. He panted, tongue-tip sticking out of his maw and eyes glazed with pleasure, when the caracal began bucking wildly in and out of him. Lucas fidgeted and grabbed fistfulls of bedsheets. He writhed, groaning loudly with satisfaction.

"He fills me better than some filthy, diaper-wearing hound ever could," my mate chuffed.

"Unlike wolf pups, I know what I'm doing with my dick. I hope he gets used to painting the inside of those pamps, because after I've claimed you I don't want some dumb dog messing with my property. The closest he can get is burying his snout in the spunk that's gonna drip from your tailhole so he can smell the scent of a real male."

They laughed cruelly, but for Lucas the sound quickly became a series of whimpering mewls. I knew that sound. He was getting close to climax, without ever laying a paw on his own member. Aiden was that good. The caracal sensed his submissive getting close. I imagined what it would be like to feel my husband squeeze tightly around my shaft as he approached the point of no return. I knew the other feline was enjoying it now. Meanwhile, I only felt the lining of my wet diaper squishing around my thrumming erection as I massaged myself through the plastic.

I grunted involuntarily, nearing my own humiliating apex. I couldn't believe I was going to cum in my diaper while watching my husband cheat on me with the other cat. Aiden picked up the pace and started thrusting harder and faster. His ears folded back ravenously, his muzzle twisted into a feral snarl. He uttered a fierce, guttural roar as he came hard. His body shuddered and spasmed. Cum oozed out around his length, having spewed forth enough warm seed that my mate failed to contain it all. Meanwhile, Lucas quaked and shot ropes of cum arcing through the air and splatting near his own throat and muzzle. The glittering strands of cat spunk gleamed on the sheets and in the fur of his abdomen. It was a massive load. The look of absolute bliss on his face was something I had never been able to achieve with my own unimpressive prick.

The pleasure of humping my soggy diaper finally pushed me over the edge, and I felt a familiar heat flood my loins. I was breathing raggedly as I arched my back and unloaded a torrent of cum into my padding. I felt the deluge of hot goo cascade down my sac and mix with the piss that filled my diaper. Between the heady scent of my essence and my sudden trembling it was apparent to the felines that I had cum as well. Their eyes met for a moment before they turned to uproariously laugh at me.

Around that time, Aiden's tool had softened enough to slip free of my lover's aperture, trailing strands of semen as it went. His cum soaked into the sheets I had slept on for the last several years with my husband. Could I even rightly consider it my bed anymore? Perspiration beaded on his pelt. Even with him flaccid, my erect cock would fail to measure up. He stood, legs shaking slightly from his recent, intense ejaculation, and made his way over to where I puffed, slumped on the floor, head spinning.

He ruffled my hair like I was an annoying younger brother. His cock, cum still dripping languidly from the tip, was inches from my face. For an instant, I thought he was going to have me suck him clean and, but he didn't.

"Go get me your wallet, cuck. I did your job as a husband for you and expect to be compensated for the effort. Plus an extra since I gave you a show."

I crawled over to my bedside table, not trusting my legs to carry me if I walked. I have no idea where my pure obedience came from. This was not how someone interacted with the fur they caught their partner cheating on them with. My path took me right past where my husband longued, spent, on the bed. He reached out and made a swipe at my padded hindquarters. His paw landed in a playful spank, but his claw tips dug in enough that droplets of pee started to dribble out. He winked at me as I found my wallet and scrambled back to Aiden. The caracal was milking the last vestiges of his seed from his cock. He wiped his paw clean on my cheek before flipping through my cash and cards, taking them for himself.

"Hope your credit limit is high enough to buy a nice metal chastity cage. I don't mind you watching us again next time we fuck, but if you aren't male enough to please your mate, you don't deserve to enjoy your tiny cock," he said. He kept most of my money but handed me back my driver's license and a wad of bills. "Now why don't you squeeze your diapered ass into some pants and go buy a comfy cushion to lay at the foot of the bed while we do round two. You'll need a place to sleep tonight while you hear Lucas moan my name."