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This story was written for Panthras. It contains M/M and F/Solo sex between consenting adults, as well as mild dom/sub play and a little voyeurism. :3

When He Calls

John was alone in the house, and while he undeniably would have preferred having his wife there with him the rabbit was at least intent on making the most of this solitary time.

"Ah..."

A soft gasp escaped him as he squeezed his member, already rigid as he pulled it free from his plaid boxer shorts. As one hand manipulated his cock, the other guided the mouse as he delved into the files of his and his wife's shared PC. They both looked at porn from time to time. There was no shame in that. Nothing wrong with indulging in some solitary exploration when the mood struck them. Indeed, they were so open about their enjoyment of materials found online that their very favourite porn was saved to a series of shared folders to which they both had access. A folder in which they could drop clips for their partner to watch, perhaps just for the other bunny's enjoyment or maybe, just maybe in the hopes that it might give their lover a hint as to what they would enjoy being done to them in bed the next time they were together.

The male bunny beamed as he saw that there was a new file in the shared folder today, and as he clicked on it and set it to play he was already beginning to masturbate more vigorously in anticipation. The video started up, and after a few moments of blurred motion a dark furred hand set down the phone doing the recording upon some flat, firm surface from which it could capture the entire bed before it. Upon that bed lay a man. A naked, horny man, lying on his side and beaming towards the camera and the figure setting it up.

"Make sure you catch my good side."

The tabby cat, slightly curvy and bearing a particularly bushy tail, rolled over onto his back and spread his legs slightly, running a hand down to caress his own balls and fondle his hard cock, showing it off to the camera. A deep growl escaped the figure still standing by the camera itself, and after a few seconds the rear end of a naked body stepped into view, moving away from the phone and towards the bed, showing off more and more of its body with every step. The dalmatian man crawled up onto the bed, over his partner, and loomed over the cat with another tender growl before savaging him with a deep kiss. Their bodies brushed together as they made out, the dalmatian's ass and wagging tail visible clear as day while beneath it his own swollen cock brushed lightly against that of his feline companion.

John swallowed thickly as he watched, stroking his cock a little faster. He had never been with a man before. Not alone, at least. Not when it was just him and the other guy. He'd fooled around. Touched other men. Or rather, one man in particular, and had himself touched by that individual at the same time. But Carrie, his wife had been present on those occasions, and she had been the primary focus of both his and the other man's attention. This video though... what did it mean? Was it just Carrie sharing with John that now and then she liked to watch two guys together, just as a man so inclined might enjoy watching two women? Or, was there something more to it? Was she hinting, as was sometimes the case with the videos they shared, that this was something she would like to see for herself? Or even more boldly... that she was wondering if it was something which was already lingering at the back of her husband's mind.

The bunny stroked himself without restraint, his hand a blur on his cock and his chest motionless, breath caught in his throat as he watched the dalmatian and cat begin to make out more intensely. Their arms encircled one another. The cat's legs wrapped around the dog's waist. They moaned and gasped as their cocks rubbed and humped at one another more insistently, until a frantic whine escaped the dalmatian and he pulled himself away from his lover almost entirely. In a flash of black and white spotted movement, the dog whirled around and buried his face in his lover's crotch. A gurgling, mewling cry escaped the cat as the other man's muzzle engulfed his member, and after a few seconds the dog's eyes bulged, a muffled grunt of bliss escaping him too. His body and legs blocked what was happening from view, but it was pretty obvious as the two men lay together end to end, sixty-nine'ing and delighting in their ability to pleasure their partner.

For maybe three or four minutes John watched the pair on the screen before him as they played. He slowed the pace of his masturbatory stroking in order to prolong his own pleasure, wishing to share the moment of his own climax with at least one of the two in the video. His stroking never stopped entirely though, and thus no matter how slow he took things he could feel the pleasure growing more intense. His desire swelling, his need for release building and building as the moans and eager slurps of the pair on screen grew with matching passion.

To John's surprise it was the dalmatian, not the cat, who succumbed first. Not to climax, they hadn't gotten one another quite that worked up yet, but to a point where he needed more than the oral attentions of his partner. He didn't know why he'd gravitated towards the dog as the dominant partner in their relationship, or indeed why he'd even assumed there to be a 'dominant' partner at all, but those misplaced thoughts were soon set right as the dalmatian tossed back his head and called out a pleading, lustful cry to his boyfriend.

"A-aahh... god, fuck me, Adam."

They parted, and the dalmatian lay flat on his belly against the bed as the cat scooted over to one of the bedside cabinets and began to root around within. He soon emerged clutching lube in one hand and a condom in the other, and to John's continued delight he was treated to an uncut minute or so of casual, playful pre-sex conversation as they prepped themselves and one another. The tabby, Adam, teasingly applied copious volumes of lube not only to his lover's ass, but to a couple of fingers on his left hand, working them into the dalmatian's rear and causing the dog to yelp and whine pleadingly in obvious excitement. Soon afterwards the dog had the cat in his muzzle once more, working Adam back to full and rigid arousal with lips and tongue before releasing him and gently teasing the condom onto the cat's shaft.

"Fuck me."

With one last kiss and a squeeze of the cat's now wrapped member, the dog lay down again. He moaned loudly, his tail slapping against Adam's slightly plump stomach as the cat rubbed his cock against the dalmatian's buttocks with a moan of his own longing.

"God, Doug. I... I love you."

Rubbing his cock harder and faster once again, feeling as though he was going to cum just watching these two begin their fucking but not even caring, John let loose his own frantic whimper of desire.

"F-fuck him."

He leaned back in the leather desk chair, toes curling against the carpeted floor below while the hand not upon his cock ran up and down through the bare fur of his chest. God, this was hot. So hot that not only was he thankful to his wife for sharing it with him, he was hoping that she was sharing it for more reasons than just a little insight into her porn-watching habits. Hoping that she wanted to see something like this for herself, and was carefully, subtly suggesting to her husband that if given an opportunity to view some man on man action... she might be not only delighted, but infinitely grateful if he were able to make that happen.

Again John's muzzle fell open, and again he readied himself to call out to the pair on screen before him. The pace of his paw upon his cock quickened yet again, and the rabbit found himself panting as he found himself racing oh so rapidly towards orgasm.

In the video, the doorbell rang just as Adam had pressed himself deep into Doug's ass, primed and ready to begin thrusting. John gave a groan of dismay, but followed it up with a gasp of delight when the two men didn't react to the distant ringing. They didn't glance upward. They didn't chuckle or murmur to one another to ignore it. They just moaned to each other as Adam began to thrust into the dalmatian's ass, continuing even when the doorbell rang again.

It took John maybe fifteen seconds from that second ringing to consider something. And when the doorbell rang out a third time, his eyes bulged as a desperate whimper of dismay escaped his open, gasping mouth.

There was a very good reason why the two figures on screen weren't reacting to the doorbell, and it had nothing to do with them being caught up in one another. They weren't reacting because they couldn't hear it. It wasn't their doorbell which was ringing, but his.

"Dammit..."

John dragged himself to his feet and pulled his boxer shorts' front up once more, covering his exposed cock and balls and blushing at the tent still obviously visible within them. He raced to the bed where he had set his jeans and shirt aside when undressing in readiness for this luxurious and what had meant to be an uninterrupted session of masturbation. The doorbell rang a fourth time, making it all too clear to the rabbit that it wasn't just some salesperson or religious group wanting to talk about whatever variation of lord and saviour required promotion this week. And if it was, bashful bunny or not, he was going to give them one hell of a piece of his mind for disturbing him at such an inopportune time.

Racing down the stairs with jeans on and shirt slung over his shoulders, still unbuttoned, John saw the shadow of a large, dark figure cast through the glass of the front door. He called out to the waiting figure as he buttoned up his shirt, and paused for a fraction of a second in front of the hallway mirror to ensure he didn't look too overtly like a man who had just been caught jerking off. Thankfully by now he was so frustrated, so annoyed by the disturbance that his arousal was beginning to wane at least in its physical appearance, so only his flushed cheeks beneath his fur had any chance of giving the truth away as the bunny finally padded over to the door and pulled it open.

Immediately his eyes widened. His cheeks went from a gentle pink glow to a burning scarlet flush, and already he could feel his erection beginning to return inside his jeans.

The panther standing in the doorway stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. Without waiting for John to greet him, or indeed for himself to greet John. He smiled a toothy smile at the rabbit once standing inside, and waited patiently, expectantly as the smaller, skinnier man addressed him.

"I... Carrie isn't here. Did she call you? Did she ask you to meet her here? B-because, you might have the wrong day. She'll be back in a few hours, b-but... you're welcome to stay if you'd like. Hang out. Wait for h-her to... to be back."

There was only one reason why he would be here. Only one occasion on which this handsome man stepped into their lives. He grinned as he saw those thoughts racing through the rabbit's mind, and gave a deep rumble that made John's whole body quake and his cock leap within its now clothed confines. In his mind he instantly re-lived every occasion that he had seen this panther looming over his wife. Making her scream in pleasure as he fucked her bound body in a hotel room. Her doing the same to him as he lay bound and helpless, riding him and teasing him until finally she set him loose upon her. The time they'd hooked up at the gym, and the several occasions before now when without his prompting John had oh so happily returned home to find clothes scattered, stains upon the stairwell, and his wife lying spent, legs spread and eyes glazed, still recovering from a brief and passionate visit from their mutual feline friend.

Yet, on all those occasions there had been something to prompt the panther's arrival. A call from him. A request from Carrie herself. But, why would she tell the panther to come here when she wasn't? That was the obvious question which occupied John's mind in that moment, and it was that question which the panther himself answered without so much as a word mere moments later.

With the front door still open, exposing everything they did to the street and the neighbourhood beyond, the strong dark furred feline reached out and grabbed at the rabbit's crotch. He purred loudly as the bunny gave a strangled cry followed by a long, deep moan of excitement, and grinned as the rabbit seemed to melt against his powerful figure with a joyous, stunned whimper of glee.

"Oh..."

He gasped, half in pleasure, half in stunned realisation as the palm against his crotch rubbed and squeezed, the panther purring loudly as he felt John's body responding to his touch.

"Y-you... you planned all of this, didn't you? The video. C-catching me while I was..."

Of course, the panther said nothing. He just stepped back from the rabbit's embrace briefly, long enough only to swing the door shut behind himself once more, and then too John by one hand. Leading the rabbit through his own hallway. Up the stairs of his own home and back into the bedroom that he and his wife shared.

Only when the panther took the rucksack off his back did John actually notice that it was there at all, and as the feline pointed towards the bed with another rumbling purr the bunny did not linger long enough beside the other man to check out its contents. He scrambled back up onto his bed, and watched as with the bag by his feet the big cat began to strip. To peel off his clothes without ceremony, purposeful and yet calm and steady in pace as he looked around the bedroom. His eyes did linger for a moment upon the computer against the far wall of the room, the screen still illuminated with a frozen, paused image of a dalmatian being fucked by a tabby cat, but soon their gaze returned to the real man sharing this space with him. In his deep and gentle voice, the panther addressed John simply.

"Would you like that?"

He nodded towards the screen, but never once took his eyes off the rabbit.

"Would you like me to fuck you?"

He was already close to naked by that point, and the tent in his boxer briefs was already more than obvious to behold. And as he stood there and watched the rabbit squirm, patiently awaiting his response, a smile flickered across his features when John answered not with words but with a sudden, frantic effort to undress himself once again. The bunny began to practically tear off his own clothes where he lay upon the bed, and by the time he was down to just his underwear once again he found himself now staring up at a fully nude, fully erect panther now standing with rucksack in hand at the very edge of his bed.

Setting the bag down again upon the sheets, the nude and aroused panther unzipped its main pocket. He withdrew a long length of elasticated red bondage rope. He tossed atop the piled rope not one but two pairs of handcuffs, each set bearing padding around the cuffs themselves, and a rather large, thick ball-gag. He grinned as John whimpered bashfully, cock straining visibly inside his underwear.

"Don't worry, I'll only use that stuff if you want me to. I just packed stuff in the wrong order. Left the most important piece of kit sitting at the bottom here."

His hand withdrew from the bag one more time, and within it was clutched a small bottle. A bottle that looked familiar to John, though for a moment he wasn't sure from where. As soon as the panther turned it however and showed the rabbit its label, his wide eyes fluttered slightly and another ragged, longing moan escaped him. Lube. It was a bottle of lube, of the exact same variety he had just a short while ago watched a tabby cat pull from his own bedroom drawers.

"So..."

Already, even as he asked the question of the rabbit before him, the panther was removing the cap from the bottle in his hand. Already he was pouring it out into his other palm, and wrapping that strong dark furred paw around his thick erection.

"...do you want to be bound and gagged like your wife? To feel helpless, to feel entirely at my every whim as I fuck you?"

He watched as with another desperate cry John peeled off his underwear at last, rendering himself wholly naked as he spread his legs wide open where he lay, showing off and openly, shamelessly presenting his ass to the panther.

"Or do you want to be free? So I know that you're giving yourself to me one hundred percent, without reservation, as I pound you into the mattress?"

***********

As Carrie's free hand reached for the door of her home, she paused for a moment. She reached into her jacket pocket with her other hand and plucked out her phone, checking that she hadn't received any last minute instructions on how to proceed. She pulled up her messages, but there was nothing new. At the top of the list however still remained the last message she'd received from him. That utterly irresistible panther whom her husband had brought into their lives to spice things up, re-igniting the passionate fire that had first drawn them together in love and making it burn hotter, brighter than ever even when he wasn't around.

'About to ring the bell. Give me 15 minutes. Enjoy the show.'

That message had been sent sixteen minutes ago. Seventeen now as another minute ticked over, and with a soft whimper the female rabbit opened the front door and slipped into her house. She moved as quietly as possible, her sharp ears turning upon her head to listen carefully for any signs of where her husband and her feline lover... soon to be their lover, may have been. As if on cue, a desperate cry rang out from somewhere upstairs. A strained wail of pure pleasure, emanating from the man she loved.

"Y-yes!"

Biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out in answer to her husband's bliss, Carrie began to strip right there in the hallway. She peeled off her jacket, the t-shirt beneath it and her bra. She tugged down her skirt and panties all at once, and after leaving her clothes where they fell upon the hallway floor the now nude bunny began to slowly creep her way up the stairs. Her heart raced. Her pussy, already damp and flushed as it had been most of the day thinking about what she had planned, quivered with excitement when another cry rang out from her husband. She inched her way closer and closer, up the stairs and out onto the upstairs hallway. The bedroom door was open ajar, just as she had requested that the panther try to ensure. Now that she was closer she could not only hear her husband's cries, but deeper grunts and rumbles of purring pleasure from another source, all on top of the gentle squeaking of bedsprings which sounded oh so familiar.

She arrived at the door silently, and as she peered in had to physically slap a hand over her own muzzle to keep from crying out. Her other paw flew to her pussy, and shamelessly, helplessly she began to rather urgently masturbate at the sight that greeted her. One of the hottest, most incredible sights of her adult life.

Her husband wasn't, as she had expected, flat on his back or belly being pounded from behind by the panther. He was kneeling upright, facing outward, facing her almost directly. There was a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him in slow, firm strokes, and the panther's other dark furred arm was around his chest, holding him against the feline male who appeared to be kneeling behind him, buried deep inside John and humping him while cuddling up to the rabbit and jerking him off. The hand attached to the arm holding John to the panther's body was cupping his face, and so naturally, so tenderly turning John's gaze upward and around so he could stare into the passionate eyes of the man fucking him. Keeping him from seeing his wife standing and now masturbating in the bedroom doorway, even as the panther permitted him to put on one hell of a show for the woman he loved.

"Look at you. Just... listen to yourself, John. God, how did you wait this long before learning what a cock in your ass feels like? You're a natural. Everything about you begs to be fucked. Just like your wife."

Again John cried out with one of those long, frantic, desperately happy wails, and Carrie shuddered as she wondered what lewd and wonderful things the panther had said to elicit those prior cries from her husband.

"Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you. How much you love to be fucked."

The rabbit gurgled and moaned as the panther teasingly slipped two of his firm fingers into the other man's mouse, wrapping his lips around them and suckling instinctively.

"Mmmh... h-haaaaah... oh god, so much. I... I love it. Your cock. So big. Filling me. M-making me... my w-whole body... oh. Oh, yes. Please. Please, h-harder. More."

Hearing her husband speak that way, seeing him so lost in pleasure from his first ever exposure to sex with another man, it was all that Carrie could do not to cum on the spot. She forced herself to drag her hand away from her pussy before she did exactly that, and instead tweaked roughly at one of her nipples as she watched the panther give her husband exactly what he had just asked for. She heard the sound of the strong, powerful feline's thighs slapping against her husband's cute little ass. She watched John's lean body heave and contort, his cock flexing and letting loose not just one but several shots of thick pre-cum, a couple of which drooled down the hand stroking his member while a few others launched clear over the panther's digits.

"If your wife came home right now, John... if she came home looking for sex. For you, or for me to fuck her until she was screaming and senseless... would you give her what she wanted?"

The panther's teasing continued even as he picked up the pace of his fucking, his eyes shining as they looked over the rabbit's shoulder and made direct contact with Carrie as she watched and writhed through the bedroom door.

"Would you make me stop? Would you give up my cock inside you, so your wife could cum instead of you? Or... would you be selfish? Would you want me, need me so badly that you'd beg her to wait. To deny herself, so that you could feel my cock hammering your prostate just a little more? So that you could feel my hot cum pouring out into your ass?"

The male rabbit shuddered. He let loose yet another desperate and ear-splittingly giddy cry, and shook his head as he wailed his answer to the panther.

"D-don't stop! Not for... n-not for anything. Cum in me. Please, I... I need you to cum in me."

And then, without any warning or indication that he was the slightest bit aware of Carrie's presence, John tilted his head forward even as the panther continued to hold it within one hand. His eyes, glazed and heavy lidded, turned towards the doorway, and suddenly Carrie and John, wife and husband were staring right at one another in their mutually heated state of near ecstasy.

"I... I'll do anything, Carrie."

He gurgled to his wife, so glad that she was here now. So glad that he had been right, and that the panther's visit was not just something for him, but something for all of them to share and enjoy.

"Anything. J-just... please, please let him cum in me. Let him take me. C-claim me with his seed... l-like I've seen him do to you."

Now no longer hidden, Carrie pushed the bedroom door open and stumbled inside. The rabbit lurched towards her lover upon the bed, but stopped herself before she reached it. She stood shaking, blushing, legs spread in a wide stance as her hand returned between them to vigorously attack her now soaking wet pussy once more. For a moment longer she met John's gaze, then broke it as she looked instead to the panther. To the man so diligently working to drive her husband to the heavens and back again, just as he had done to her at John's behest in the past.

"He says he wants to be yours."

She gasped through an almost overwhelming surge of pleasure, trying to grin as her face and indeed her whole body shook with the intensity of the desire crashing through her in that moment.

"Y-you can stop holding back now. Show him what it really feels like to be fucked. To be claimed by not just any guy, but the stud-kat himself."

And as John's eyes bulged mere moments later; as the other bunny began to cry out, then to wail, then to scream at the top of his lungs in ecstasy as the panther let loose, Carrie joined them. She began to work her pussy as hard and as fast as she dared, and raced towards orgasm alongside her husband as he was flung forward onto all fours. With his own cock slapping against his belly beneath him and both the panther's clawed hands now digging into his hips, she watched John's mouth fall slack and his eyes bulge as the panther fucked him. She watched her husband lose control as without restraint he was ploughed from behind, the sound of the panther's hips meeting his ass echoing around the room alongside the feline male's savage snarls of pure, passionate elation.

"Do it."

She gasped breathlessly, fighting with every ounce of willpower both to drive herself over the edge, and yet to hold back just long enough to share that moment with the two most important men in her life.

"Cum."

She begged. Then, with a strangled scream that was not a plea but a demand...

" Cum!"

The panther roared.

Her husband wailed. And as for the first time in his life John felt hot cum flooding out into his body, his own now untouched cock lashing the bed beneath him with thick strings of his own long awaited release, he saw his wife's own features contorting in ecstasy as she watched the two men lose all control.

He heard her screams join with their own, and moaned, cried out louder still in answer as her orgasmic ejaculate rained down onto the bedroom carpet before them, and all three of them found themselves lost in ascendant rapture in the only way that seemed to make any sense.

Together.

By Jeeves

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