[Old Story] It's Not What You Think!
#1 of It's Not What You Think!
Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people and events is purely coincidental. This is a work of erotic fiction intended to be read by people over 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) where reading erotic fiction is legal. Story and all characters © Kardas Fox.
Inspired by "It's not what you think!" by Grrrwolf (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/740486/,) so if you like the story, check out the pic!
It's Not What You Think!
Cody was a happily married wolf. but there are some things a male just doesn't ask his wife to do. He loved Harriet dearly, and if she were into even the shallows of kinky fetishism he would live out his fantasies with her. The vixen was quite clean sexually though, while she often indulged in vaginal sex with her husband she blushed madly if he asked for oral (or offered the same favor to her.)
It would be impossible to ask her to do that, to perform an act that Cody believed to pluck fiercely at the strings of sexual depravity. He needed it, though. He lived for it. From the bottom of his heart and from the core of his soul, Cody was a bitch.
He was man enough when Harriet was around, he had to be. She was traditional, and she married him thinking he was traditional. He wouldn't be able to take it if she left him, so he kept his kinks secret.
While she was gone, he took the bondage harness out of the secret compartment in his closet. He called himself names in the mirror, swatted his own ass with a ping pong paddle, and ended his private sessions by cuffing his wrists together and masturbating furiously with both paws. He always made certain that he had at least an hour to clean up before Harriet got home, and he always made certain that not a trace was left of his indulgences.
When finished "punishing" himself, he often reminisced about his first girlfriend, who he blamed for making him so kinky. She saw the bitch in him, and gave him what he really needed. She was lovely calico cat named Roslyn, and she was just as kinky as Cody. She found herself at the opposite end of the spectrum, though, the yin to his yang, she was a dom.
Their first time was both frightening and euphoric for Cody. They were in high school together at the time, he had no idea she was kinky then, he had no idea he was kinky then. The two of them got along very well, even from the beginning, and he had no problem getting her to agree to go to dinner and a movie with him. Then, three days after they met, it happened. She barged into his house on a saturday while his parents were at work, crammed a ball gag in his mouth, tied his wrists and ankles to his bed posts, and yiffed him up the ass with a strap-on dildo. He loved it.
Her father was relocated by his employer not long after, and she had to move away. They traded affection in calls and email for some time, but eventually grew apart. Roslyn found herself a submissive mouse boy, and Cody met Harriet.
He loved thinking of the times they had together, but no amount of nostalgia would belittle his love for Harriet. He considered himself the luckiest wolf in the world, to have such a wonderful combination of past and present. He never expected to find her at the local bookstore, though.
"Will that be all, sir?" Roslyn asked as she started scanning the customer's books. She couldn't suppress a smile as she saw what he was buying. Kinky erotic novels and how-to manuals, all stuff about bondage.
"Yes, that's it," Cody said quietly, blushing like crazy, "Roslyn, is that you?"
She suddenly looked up from the cash register and smiled broadly. "Cody! How are you? It's been so long!" she said pleasantly.
"I've been great, how have you and Tyrone been doing?" he replied.
"I'm fine, but...it turns out Tyrone is just gay," Roslyn said quietly, "He said he only hooked up with me because he was in denial, always closed his eyes and pretended I was a real male when I got behind him. After he mustered up the courage to come out, he left me for a horse named Ted."
"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that," Cody said, "So, uh, I guess you're single?"
"I haven't found a new bitch yet," she replied, "But fortunately, I finally got my old bitch back."
"Rozzy, I'm married now," he said with a blush.
"And she doesn't please you," she replied, "You haven't been fucked since the last time I did it."
"How do you know that?" he asked in surprise.
"I said it before, and I'll say it again," she answered, "I can see the bitch in you, Cody, and the bitch in you is neglected. When does your wife get home?"
"At 7:30, but I couldn't cheat on Harriet!" he said.
"Great, that leaves us like five hours," she purred, "And it's not cheating unless we do the things she does to you."
"I still don't know..." he said, looking at the floor as he considered his options.
"I'm coming over when my shift ends in an hour," she said matter-of-factly, "And I'm bringing all my little toys, and you're going to love it, and your wife will never find out. Now write down your address for me...oh, and the books are on me."
"Thanks Rozzy," he said as he scribbled his address down on the back of a business card, handing it to her and walking toward the door with the bag of books. Halfway there, he stopped and turned back. "Wait, how did you know Harriet worked?" he asked.
"I didn't, I guessed," she said, "One of you has to be working, and it can't be you if you have the time to come into a book store and pick out a hundred dollars' worth of kinky sex books."
"I guess that makes sense," he said while blushing madly, "I'll see you later Roslyn." He darted out of the store, rushing home. Just as she had promised, Roslyn arrived later with the same strap-on she had slammed him with all those years ago.
They didn't have their secret meetings very often at first, once a month at the most. Gradually, Rozzy's visits became more frequent, until she was coming over to dominate him almost every day. He knew he should feel guilty about canoodling with an old girlfriend behind his wife's back, in fact, he almost felt guilty for not feeling guilty, but instead he just felt complete.
Their antics continued as usual until one fateful day. Rozlyn came over as usual, smiling as her submissive wolf opened the door and let her in.
"I bought a new toy for you, puppy," she whispered in his ear seductively.
He yelped sharply as she brought a riding crop across his ass. "My kitty is getting kinkier," he said playfully as he rubbed the sore spot left by the whip.
"I'm not your anything except for your master," she said firmly as she whipped his rump again, "Now get out of those clothes and get on your knees, bitch."
He quickly complied, revealing that he was wearing a bondage harness under his clothing. He got on all fours and lifted his tail up high, shivering lightly in anticipation of that sweet penetration.
"Oh, someone's ready to play," she purred, "Bark like the dog you are."
"Actually Rozzy, I'm a wolf," he said meekly.
"Bark!" she ordered as she flogged his ass with the riding crop again. He yelped, then barked a couple of times for her. She smiled and cuffed his paws together, then attached the chain connecting the cuffs to his collar.
She stepped back and stripped out of her clothes, adding to the pile of discarded garments, then put on the strap-on. She knelt behind him and lubricated both the toy and her lover's tailhole, then gave his ass one final swat with the riding crop before discarding it.
She pressed in firmly, drawing a gasp from him, and began to thrust hard and fast. He moaned and whimpered as she plowed his ass roughly, the way they both loved it most. Her paws held his hips tightly as she slammed that tight ass.
His wolfhood throbbed madly between his legs, painfully stiff and dripping precum as she internally pummeled him so well. He groaned loudly as he felt her grip his penis firmly, giving it a little squeeze. Her other paw grabbed a fistful of his headfur and tugged.
"And what the hell is this, you naughty naughty puppy?" she asked playfully, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yes," he moaned, rocking his hips back to her hard thrusting.
"Yes what?" she demanded, tugging his headfur again.
"Yes, mistress, I love it when you fuck my ass!" he cried, "M-mistress, I'm getting close!"
"Hm, very well then," she said as she increased her pace and started to stroke his member firmly, "You have my permission, you may cum."
"Thank you mistress," he moaned.
In the throes of passion, neither of them heard the door opening. Cody experienced a powerful orgasm, howling out as his member pulsed in Roslyn's paw and fired several thick ropes of creamy wolf seed onto the floor. His enjoyment of his climax was cut short as something caught his attention, causing his eyes to widen and his mouth to hang open as it refused to make words.
"Oh look at you, you bad, bad puppy! You're making such a naughty mess!" she said playfully as she squeezed his dick to milk out the last drops of his seed and tugged his headfur firmly, "You should be so ashamed of yourself, you filthy, filthy beast! Look at you blush - do you think I can't see that? Do you think I can't hear you whimper in embarrassment? I see every shudder your naughty body makes each time your cock gushes cum. Such a dirty and disgusting beast! Such a good, good boy!"
She suddenly frowned as she noticed that his expression was not one of mock humiliation, but one of terror. She followed his gaze to the open door, where Harriet was standing. The poor vixen was caught somewhere between bursting into tears and running away screaming. Her entire body trembled as her mind refused to process what she was seeing.
"Harriet, when did you get home?" Roslyn asked with a hint of fear and surprise in her voice, her dominant wall temporarily broken. She released Cody's headfur and member, quickly tugging the dildo out of the wolf's ass and trying to come up with an explanation.
"Cody...what's going on here? What happened?" Harriet asked, her eyes moving from the bondage harness to the puddle of cum to the lube-covered strap-on.
"Harriet, let me explain!" he stammered, desperately searching for those magic words that would save his marriage, "It's not what you think!"