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Inspired by and written for a very special person in my life <3

It wasn't often that Phil was home around the time of their anniversary, so this year the Anderson's wanted to do something special. Leaving their kid with Phil's mom for the night, the couple headed out on the town for a fancy dinner and some window shopping like they used to do when they were still young and just dating. Not wanting to commute back out to the suburbs after a fun night, they'd opted to hire a swanky room in a four star hotel near the club and finish off their evening with a bang.

Dinner had been delicious, desert even more so. Though it had given Rowena a sudden burst of energy, which suited Phil just fine as he'd planned on taking her dancing before heading back to their hotel room. On the Duber ride from the restaurant to the Red Room, he couldn't help but admire his wife. Even after a decade she was as stunning now just as she was the first time he'd laid eyes on her. The emerald green off the shoulder glittery dress matched her eyes, making them sparkle. Her fiery red hair occasionally slipping from behind her ears to frame her features, almost adding a coy look to the stares she gave him back, the same look that never failed in making his trousers a little tight. Sometimes he wondered what she saw in him, as far as he was concerned, he was just an average fallow deer that she could've done so much better than. But she'd always just smile and tell him she was a fan of spots, and as she loved to joke, he "had a nice rack". Granted his antlers were impressive, though at times they did get in the way and made getting dressed rather awkward more often than not. They made quite the couple, a petite vixen and a tall toned stag, often people didn't realize they were together unless they were making out like a pair of horny teenagers.

Even now on the dance floor, the way Rowena moved and gyrated, she turned quite a few heads and not all of them were male either. She danced and swayed truly like it was only Phil and her on the dance floor, her eyes only looking at him. She really did have a way of making him feel like he was the only man in the world for her. As much as he enjoyed watching his wife move and grind against him in public, she would eventually wear him down and lead him on to heading over to the bar to grab a drink while she danced alone for another song or two.

As he made his way through the crowd to the bar, Phil made sure to keep Row in sight at all times. A vixen like her was sure to attract unwanted attention the moment she was alone. Leaning against the bar and keeping an eye on his wife, Phil vaguely heard the barman ask if he wanted something to drink, the Cervine just replied with a slight pant "Long Island iced tea, please" without bothering to look around. Noticing Phil's focus on the dance floor, the barman followed his gaze to the sultry vixen that seemed to be the focus of many eager males attention.

"Laiti tungerudi nyumbani" the barman said with a laugh to a large lion sitting in the seat beside Phil.

"Karibu Amerika" replied the lion with a chuckle, making Phil's ears swivel as he recognized the foreign language as Swahili. He'd picked up enough of it during a tour to the Dark Continent to understand the gist of what the pair was saying, but decided not to let on that he understood. Smirking as he idly sipped on his drink while watching his wife, but paying close attention to the pair's discussion. Yep, they definitely didn't get this view back home in Africa.

Phil had to catch himself a few times, trying not to laugh or choke on his drink at all the lewd and lascivious comments they were making about the beautiful vixen on the dance floor. Finally Row decided to head off the dance floor after the young Dalmatian she'd been dancing with got a little too handsy with her. Phil laughed as he spotted the poor mutts tent and disappointed look as he stared forlornly after the retreating vixen probably old enough to be his mother.

Rowena strode over to the bar with a pant, noticing the large multi-colored dog behind the bar was talking to a large lion seated opposite him. At first she thought it was just the music making them hard to understand, but eventually she figured out they were speaking a different language. A few moments more and she even figured out they were just chatting about nonsense, with a huff she waved her hand at the colorful canine to get his attention.

"Pardon the interruption, but may I please have an Appletini?" Rowena asked, trying not to sound annoyed at having to interrupt their conversation to get some service. The colorful dog smiled and nodded before turning back to mix her drink.

"Ningeingia ndani sana ndani yake angeweza kuionja" the barman commented to his lion friend while mixing the vixens drink. To his surprise however, not only did the lion almost choke on his drink, but so did the stag sitting on the opposite side of the vixen.

"What did he say?" Rowena turned to look at the lion as the barman slid her drink over with a slight grin and a hint of a blush at possibly having been caught out.

"Oh, he uh...said that...you look more beautiful than a sunrise over the Savanna" the lion quickly stammered before taking a long sip of his beer and trying to avoid eye contact with the vixen.

"Well aren't you sweet, Tonto" Rowena remarked at the wild dog with narrowed eyes before taking a sip of her drink.

Phil for his part had to turn his back to his wife, not wanting her to see the grin on his muzzle while he tried not to laugh. Forcing himself to finish his drink and look more serious before turning around, he leaned over to whisper into his wife's ear with a playful wink "I think it's almost bed time, don't you?"

Rowena eagerly nodded, downing her drink before hopping from her barstool and heading toward the exit, leaving Phil to pay the bill. Phil waited for his wife to be out of sight before he turned to grin at the wild dog, slipping him a hundred dollar bill along with another item; grinning and saying loud enough for the lion to hear "I'm sure she'd enjoy the taste..." before leaving the wild dog and lion to share a confused look.

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Back in their hotel room a little after 1am, a short ride later and a rather handsy elevator room up to their suite, Phil found himself sitting at the edge of their bed with his trousers about his ankles while his wife's hot little mouth bobbed sloppily up and down his eager throbbing prick. His fingers brushed through her hair, caressing her cheeks and ears lovingly as she pleasure him.

"You want to know what he really said about you?" Phil asked between pants, his hips lightly bucking up into her maw.

"Who, the barman? Sure..." She replied with a grin, popping her lips from his tip with a lewd suckle to tease her tongue around it while staring up at her husband.

"He...uhnf...he said that he'd go so deep in you that you'd taste it..." Phil recounted with a grin down at his wife.

"I'd like to see him try..." Rowena almost purred before she sunk her maw back down over his cock, slipping a paw beneath her dress to begin rubbing at herself eagerly, the idea of the large colorful mutt and her not all that unpleasant to the vixen.

"Funny you should say that..." Phil responded with a grin, nodding back behind the confused looking vixen. Standing behind her was the barman, grinning down at the sight of her sucking the stags cock so eagerly while touching herself. "Happy anniversary, my love. He's yours to enjoy!" the Cervine leaned down to kiss her on the lips before shuffling over to take a seat on the chair in the corner of their bedroom, kicking off his trousers to remain in just his white button up shirt to watch the activities.

"So...you're going to make me taste it, huh?" the small sultry vixen asked with a smirk up at the large colorful canine, her line of sight just barely at chest level to him. Despite his obvious height advantage over her, the vixen didn't seem intimidated in the slightest.

"Maybe later, first I want a taste of you" the large mutt growled softly, looking over at Phil as id asking for permission. Once he got the nod of approval, he sprang into action. Easily scooping up the vixen and tossing her back onto the bed with a startled yelp. In an instant he was kneeling beside the bed, guiding her legs over his shoulders while tugging her underwear aside. Soft lips and a broad tongue slathered along her inner thighs before zeroing in on her womanhood, broad strokes along her slit before catching her clit in a firm suckle. His grip like iron about her hips as she tried to buck and squirm away from his tongue, but the large mutt held her firmly in place. Soon she would feel his tongue twist and corkscrew between her folds, starting to push deeper within her, a rather unique feeling as even his tongue felt rather substantial.

"Christ! S...slow down!" Rowena yelped as she felt a climax rapidly approaching and she didn't even know his name yet. But he just ignored her whimpers and cries, somehow seeming to find spots inside her that she hadn't even known she'd had. With her claws digging into the bedding beneath her, her toes flexed and curled tightly while she fought to hold off on her climax. He was however unrelenting, not giving her a moments break, his long tongue pistoned in and out of her sex while his cold nose ground against her hot throbbing little clit. It all quickly became too much and with a shrill yelp and bark, Rowena climaxed hard around his tongue, her thighs pressing tight about the wild dogs head as her hips bucked and ground to his snout. "S...stop! Please..." she'd have to eventually whimper as he continued to feast on her even as her body twitched and jerked with the aftershocks of her climax.

The large painted mutt nodded and grinned at the panting vixen, relenting his oral assault on her and laying her legs limp over the edge of the bed while he stood before her. His clothing being shed, revealing more and more colorful patches, his toned chest and belly the only plain expanse of fur on him it seemed. His large ears swiveled and twitched, listening to her soft pants as he revealed himself to her, especially the surprised gasp Rowena made as she felt the hefty slap of something hot and heavy down against her lower abdomen. Too tired to lift her head, she instead reached down with her paws to grasp a familiar shape. Her fingertips brushing back along the fleshy cylinder, from the tapered point and along the slight curve of his shaft all the way back to a thick knot. "Oh fuck..." she whimpered, swallowing hard as she looked down to see just what the wild dog was packing. Suddenly his words earlier didn't seem like an idle suggestion, the thick red cock he was currently grinding against her would definitely be going in deep. As if reading her mind, Rowena watched with a mixture of excitement and horror as he lifted her legs again, this time parting them about his waist while he let the weight of his cock drag back along her belly and down against her slit until his tip wedged between her pouting slick folds. Her eyes wide with a moments panic just before he pressed forward with his hips and began sinking his shaft inside her.

"Fuuuuu..." she began to whine out softly, but the sound quickly died out and became a silent groan. The wild dog was a thick fucker, stretching her to the point that it bordered on being painful, but not quite. Whatever fringe sensations mingled in with the feeling, the one definite was that she felt so fucking full. Her small paws reaching up to scratch at his chest as he leaned over her, his lips finding hers in a surprisingly tender kiss while he almost rearranged her insides with his prick. In and in it went, seeming to never end and just filling her past the point she thought she could take, eventually she would feel the thick bulge of his knot kiss against her folds, so damn deep inside her that she almost felt short of breath.

Strong hands gripped her wrists, pulling her paws away from his chest as he instead pinned them up above her head. With her thighs wrapped about his waist, the mutt began to move. Slowly sawing in and out of her, damn near feeling like he was going to pull her insides out with how tight she was clenching down around him. She wanted to grip at something, scratch something, but she couldn't with him holding her wrists above her head like this. His strong hips between her thighs wouldn't so much as slow down let alone stop as he began fucking her faster and faster. Every whimper and whine she wanted to make was muffled by his tender kiss, how dare he kiss her like a lover while he fucked her like this! Rowena couldn't stand it anymore and with a weak whimper she came hard for him again. Her small slender form trembling and bucking like a tent in a hurricane, her eyes opening as she realized she'd closed them at some point. The handsome painted dog face was there grinning down at her, suddenly moving back and away as he withdrew himself from her, bringing with his motions a sudden empty feeling.

"Finally...it's over..." She began to think to herself, only to feel the large mutt scoop her up again and carry her over to the sofa in the large hotel suites living room. "What the fuck are you..." the vixen began to ask as she was lowered down onto her hands and knees on the seat. Her words again muffled as a strong hand gripped behind her neck to push her head down against the seat and into the cushions, another gripped the base of her tail to hike her hindquarters up high. This time his entry was much less gentle, making Rowena yelp as he sheathed himself back inside her in one firm thrust. His thick knot bumping against her pouting folds with a lewd wet sound just before he pulled back to do it again, then again. Soon she was being fucked fast and hard, unable to move from his grip at her scruff and tail, the large painted dogs hips hammering against her behind as he bore out her slick little pussy. God she wanted to hate this, even dislike it a little, but the way he was fucking that thick prick down into her, he kept buzzing that spot inside her so much and so fast that she was having trouble breathing again.

"Doing okay there, love?" Phil asked with a grin, one hand holding his mobile and recording the action from various angles while the other stroked along his drooling prick eagerly. The stag laughing as the only response his wife could make was to flip him the bird before he swung around and under the canine's fluffy tail to get a good shot of her little pink folds stretched around his thick red rocket. The sound of his hips slapping against the vixens behind being caught in delightful high definition a moment before Rowena yelped and groaned again through another climax.

"Is he done yet?" Rowena asked with a tired pant, not daring to look back behind herself as the wild dog again withdrew himself from her. A mixture of an excited but weary groan slipped from her lips when she saw Phil grinning and shaking his head no. Sure enough Rowena was scooped up again, this time chest to chest with the large painted mutt as he carried her through to the bathroom and into the shower. She felt so light and small in his grasp with how easily he was carrying her about, especially when he held her aloft in one arm with ease while he started the water running. A soothing warm spray that helped her aching muscles she hadn't even been aware were aching until now began to pour down over the both of them. With her back pressed to the cold shower wall, Rowena groaned louder still as she was again lowered down onto the canines waiting spire. Her head rolling to the side and seeing Phil standing just beyond the shower still recording his wife's activities while stroking himself, his precum dripping in long messy strands to the floor below. She couldn't help but smile and laugh at the look in his eyes, nothing but love and admiration for her, no hint of jealousy as his wife was again railed up against the shower wall before him. The more she enjoyed herself, the happier he was too. As it had always been, Phil would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant the occasional tryst with other partners of her choosing. This however was the first time he'd selected someone for her, but it seemed he knew her better than she'd thought considering what she was currently experiencing. The large painted mutt was the perfect mixture of rough and tender, strong and gentle. He was a bit bigger than she usually preferred her partners to be, but he knew how to use it without hurting her, as much as she didn't think she could handle a cock like his, he'd managed to get his knot to kiss repeatedly against her folds without her feeling too much discomfort. Even now she felt another climax growing, her arms about his back and claws digging into his shoulders while her hips ground roughly against his. This time she wouldn't climax alone, a sudden snarl against her lips as the mutt kissed her passionately again just as hot waves of his seed fired off deeply inside her. His large dark orbs raised up against his body, twitching and jumping a little with each thick potent rope of seed he spilled inside the small vixen.

For the first time in how long she wasn't quite sure, Rowena was finally let down onto her feet to stand a little shakily before the large mutt. With a smirk over at her husband, she would ask "Can we keep him?"