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Nobody likes waking up with a hangover, but try waking up with one while sharing a bed with the boss you just got drunk and cheated on your wife with. Well at least I had an excuse to vomit without causing offence. Now truth be told I was one confused rabbit that morning. It was hard to process what I and Pete had done the night before. Harder still while clutching the toilet bowl and retching, while I could feel something oozing out of my ass.

Now my wife, Frances, I always suspected she cheated on me, her and her best guy friend Charlie were always down the gym and yet; he never got any buffer and she wasn't any thinner. Of course I couldn't exactly claim the high ground, certainly not while chucking up my guts while some guys cum leaks out of my ass. After I finally stopped retching I found my tiger boss standing behind me naked.

Now that was a fine sight in the morning, he was perky. I mean fresh faced, you wouldn't suspect he'd spent all night fucking, he was bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fully alert and smiling, in other words, a morning person, the cunt. A sexy cunt, a tower of warm muscle tiger with a plump inviting sheath and a nice impressive set of furry nuts. I hadn't really gotten a good look at him the previous night and at work he was always in a suit. Now don't get me wrong he's a good looking fucker in a nice black power suit. However, naked he was just all kinds of hot, his muscles rolled with every movement, his perfectly groomed fur shone in the dull fluorescent light. The only thing he was wearing was his glasses and an embarrassed smile.

There I was, a scrawny white rabbit, pink nose and blue eyes, all bloodshot. My sheath and balls were no match for his, I've a modest penis at best. Although it was nice the night before when he seemed to really enjoy it, not like Frances, he had purred as he sucked me off. I looked up at him and then noticed he was offering me something, a cup of tea. Damn Brits think everything can be cured by a cup of tea, of course yes washing the vomit taste out of my mouth was welcome and the warm fluid did seem to calm my stomach. That is no reason for them to think they are right.

After the tea I did feel a lot better and Pete suggested a shower and I had to agree that was a good idea. Now the hotel room we were in came with an en-suite that was basically a large room with; a drain in one corner, a sink and toilet separated from the shower by a sheet of glass. That of course meant the shower was nice and big, plenty of room to stand in there. I turned it on hot and just stood under the power spray as the pounding in my head began to fade a little. Then I almost jumped out of my skin as two powerful paws started to rub my shoulders.

I have to admit after the initial shock, I found myself relaxing into it. Pete has big and strong paws, his fingers were working my rather weak muscles wonderfully. I gasped and moaned, arching into his fingers, then I felt him nuzzle my cheek and I turned my head. Our lips met and we kissed, hesitantly at first and then with growing passion, our mouths opening and our tongues dancing. Then his paws were no longer on my shoulders, they were on my chest and stomach, his fingers stroking through my soaking fur. Behind me I could feel a warm, firm wall of muscle pressing close and I pressed back into it.

I could hear him purring as our tongues danced and then I groaned softly as a powerful paw groped my sheath and balls. I did nothing to resist, no drunken excuses this time. I was painfully sober and very soon painfully erect as his huge paw dwarfed my average cock. His velvet pads feeling good as his thumb circled my corona, I could feel his thick cock stroking against my lower back. Something inside me stirred and I found myself breaking the kiss. My paws reaching out to the shower wall, I leaned on it heavily and lifted my tail.

Showers have always been a turn on for me, I lost count of the number of times I tried to get Frances to have sex in the showers. However, she was always refusing saying it was risky, we might fall. Well this was my time, and I pushed my ass back against my boss wantonly. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, he just reached out to the shower soap dispenser and got a good pawful. One thing I have learned about this cat, he's a gentleman and is always considerate of others.

It didn't take him long to lather up his thick length and in all honesty after the night before I was not in need of that much preparation. However, like I said he is a considerate guy and I certainly wasn't going to complain. In fact I cried out in pleasure as he thrust two soapy fingers into my abused tailhole. There was no real pain beyond a little soreness, in fact I could feel my own cock throbbing as my body reacted to what it had always lusted after. I remember thinking that at least I was getting cleaned out and that made me giggle a little.

Pete paused for a second, his fingers holding still and it wasn't until I pushed back against his paw that he began to continue. This time I kept my silly thoughts in check and focused on the feeling of two thick digits stroking my insides, the feel of my ring as it stretched. All too soon the fingering ended, however, I didn't complain as I knew it would be replaced with something even more satisfying.

That's when I felt his paws grabbing my buttocks firmly, I remembered the savageness he had displayed in his height of passion. The gentleman inside him had vanished, replaced with a hungry beast and that suited me just fine. I was a dirty cheating bunny, I didn't think I deserved gentle and I sure as hell didn't want it. He lined up and pushed, my doughnut put up almost no resistance and with a joint moan of pleasure his hips pressed to mine.

I wondered at the feeling of a thick cock being thrust inside me. Part of me had thought the night before had been all because of the booze and the frustration. After sobering up and the three loads I shot last night, I didn't have those excuses now. As he started to rock back and forth, his thick member sliding in and out of my hungry ass, I knew that last night had been about me getting what I had needed for years and never known a good hard fucking.

He showed me no mercy as his hips rutted forward, slapping into mine with a splash. I cried out in lust begging him for more, crying out for him to fuck harder, begging for his cock. He obliged his paws squeezing my buttocks powerfully, possessively and I remembered the thrill of the night before, of being his play thing, his fucktoy. I loved every moment, submitting to him willingly, thrusting back against his hips my cock throbbing powerfully between my legs.

Without a word he suddenly reached around, grabbing my cock and started stroking it quickly. I arched my back crying out in pleasure and as I did so I exposed as much neck as possible. Pete took advantage biting down on the join between my shoulder and neck, I felt his sharp teeth pressing into my skin, stopping just before they pierced it. Part of me wanted him to bite down with all his might, to claim me properly, yet some small part of my brain, and his, was still functioning and a bite mark would need a lot of explaining to my wife and then her divorce lawyer.

However, the act of dominance did what he had intended, it stimulated me in a way even his cock and paw hadn't managed, driving me over the edge with a cry. My cock jumping in his paw as my streams of cum were washed away in the fast flowing hot water. My ass clenching down around his thrusting cock, I could feel a deep rumbling purr in his chest as his thrusting slowed and became almost casual. I could feel a growing warmth in my rear and I knew he was pumping my ass full of his warm spunk.

Eventually he stopped thrusting, with his cock buried to the hilt in my ass. He held me with his arms and jaw not letting me move as we both panted in the afterglow. Then eventually his jaw opened and I felt his softening cock slip free of my ass. We cleaned each other after that, washing quickly, I fingered myself for the first time as I cleaned his cum out of my ass.

We didn't talk about it as we dried and dressed, we had fucked not once but twice now and he knew I was a married man. I didn't know what to say, I don't think I was ready to admit that I was gay, or at least bi. I had been straight all my life, so we handled it like all men would. We said nothing and once we were packed we headed to catch a train home.

Not a word was spoken about it on the train either, we discussed work a little and tried not to look each other in the eye. Of course it was a long journey and we ran out of stuff to say. Then after an hour of silence he stood up and took my paw, without a word, he led me to the trains toilet and didn't care who saw us as he pushed me inside. I had never fucked in a train toilet before, it was tiny cramped and smelled a little too much like urine for my tastes.

That didn't mean anything to my dick which was practically ripping through my pants. It obviously didn't mean a damn to him either as he kissed me passionately, his paws reaching down to unfasten my pants. Before I knew it they and my underwear were around my ankles. Pete's smart black suit and nicely pressed white shirt were creased and rumpled. He broke the kiss purring loudly and spun me around. I didn't say anything I just compiled, my paws reaching out to take purchase on the toilet wall. The walls of the room were thin and I bit my lip thinking about how many passengers there were in the car and how many had seen the two of us enter at once.

I heard the unmistakable sound of a fly being pulled down and a few seconds later a warm and extremely moist tip pressed against my pucker. Somehow they tiger had gotten himself a packet of lube, maybe he'd had it with him all along I didn't know and I didn't care. His thick length was thrust into me hard, His white paw wrapping around my muzzle, muffling my cries as he fucked me.

He wasn't gentle, he was rough and desperate rutting into me with everything he had. His hips pounded into mine harder than ever and all I could do was push back like the bitch I knew I was. I could smell his cock on the paw that muffled my mouth. I realised that he must have been slyly playing with himself while we were sitting on the train. It was my first real up close scent of another guys cock and I couldn't stop myself inhaling deeply. It smelled so good, dirty and yet inviting I was hooked and the scent made me push back into his thrusting harder.

His other paw grasped around my cock and he started to jerk it quickly. How he kept his balance as the train rocked back and forth I have no idea, that's cats for you though. I was just barely keeping myself upright with both paws clinging to the wall, he was keeping my cries of pleasure muffled with one paw and jerking me off with the other. Not that that mattered to me at the time, I just kept thrusting back into that warm fuck pole wanting to feel it deeper. He had found my prostate the first time inside me and ever since he had never missed the mark, pounding into it with reckless abandon.

I had never been so turned on, knowing that there was just a thin plastic wall between me and dozens of other passengers. I knew they would hear the muffled thumps of our amour and that they would know I was being fucked just meters from where they sat. Frances had never even let me fuck her when we had guests sleeping on the other side of the house, or even in a hotel room, just in case someone heard. Pete, he just didn't care, he wanted my ass and he was taking it and I was desperate for his cock.

It wasn't long before I felt that tingle in my balls that warned me I was about to cum, I didn't fight it I embraced my orgasm like an old friend. My cock throbbing and the scent of urine was replaced with the musky scent of male juices. As my ass spasmed around the thick invading tiger cock, Pete thrust into me faster and harder, his fucking making me shoot an extra few streams of cum as he finally began to unload into me. That was all I really needed, the feel of his cock throbbing in my ass, it was strange to think I had went years without ever feeling a guy unload into me and yet after just three fucks it was a warm familiar feeling. It was just right, perfect, it was me being who I was meant to be. Of course I'm a dumb fuck, although some say a very hot fun dumb fuck, so I didn't see it at the time.

Well he pulled out a few seconds later and grabbed a tissue to wipe his cock clean. Then he grabbed a few and wiped the cum off my ass. Now there's an experience for you, a sexy muscly siberian tiger guy wiping his cum out of my ass in a tiny train toilet. Some things can't be put into words they can only be experienced and Pete, well he's something you need to experience to fully appreciate.

Anyway with my face burning hot from the blush I was feeling I left the toilet. Pete stepped in front of me and glared down everyone in the carriage, they all knew what we'd done and he was just challenging them to say something. I have to admit the way he just walked out grinning and owning what he had done, showing no shame, it made me want to drag him back into the toilet and bounce on his cock for a fourth time.

Of course I didn't, I was kinda tired after the night and morning. My cock was a little sore by this point. Although strangely my ass was no longer sore, I guess I am just a natural bitch and had always been, I was and am still able to take a lot of pounding before I need to stop. I assume you're thinking that's cause I'm a bunny and well we do have a certain reputation and I could admonish you for reverting to stereotyping, but, yeah this stereotype is one I have to hold my paw up to and admit it fits.

As the miles and hours passed and we got closer and closer to home I thought more and more of Frances, of the vows I had made. To love her, honour her and to love no one other than her. I must admit, that was when it finally began to hit home what I'd done. I looked up at the tiger who was snoozing softly, well he'd had a busy night, morning and train journey a little cat nap for the pussy cat who had rocked my world.

However, I was unable to let this sleeping cat lie, so I reached out and woke him up. He gave me a grin and his eyes flicked to the toilet again and then back to me. I shook my head and tried to think of something smart to say, in the end I came up with the Shakespeare worthy, "I'm married. This... it can't happen again."

He held me in his gaze for a long time, I could see he was running over a dozen different things to say in his head. Maybe he was trying to think of an impassioned speech to get me to change my mind. Maybe he was thinking of all the other guys a hot sexy tiger, with an English accent, could score with at a moments notice. I have to admit, I was like a six and he was a nine point nine, it was kinda arrogant of me to think he would care if he stopped having access to this bunny tail.

"Ok, I guess, if that is what you want," he replied with a shrug and, bless his heart he actually looked disappointed. Though it still stung me, part of me had wanted the impassioned speech, had wanted him to fight for me. Then he gave a smile and a wink and added,"what happens in Seattle and on the train stays in Seattle... and on this train."

I tried to smile and nod, but inside I felt weird and wrong, I assumed it was guilt I was feeling. After all when it came right down to it I had basically cheated, several times. I spent the rest of the journey trying to think of what I would say to Frances, I ran through dozens of different scenarios in my mind.

Honesty seemed like the worst policy, anyway I played it in my mind Frances always ended up screaming at me, hitting me and divorcing me. So I decided that Pete was probably right, what had happened in that hotel room and the train toilet would never get back to Frances.

I know, I know I'm a dirty cheating bastard and what's worse I didn't even have the balls to stand up and admit it to my wife. Instead I slept on the train until we arrived at our stop. I bid goodbye to Pete and watched him go, trying not to notice the swagger in his step or stare too hard at his awesomely pert ass. Seriously two perfect slabs of meat rolling in finely tailored silk, I just wanted to bury my muzzle between them.

Instead I shook my head clear and headed home, to my loving wife. Of course I went to the wrong house and found my bitch wife instead. Who proceeded to tear me apart for not calling her. Apparently being drunk as fuck was not an adequate excuse for not calling her. Which, in retrospect, I can actually see her point. At the time I just wanted to get out of there and so I blamed Pete for getting me drunk and said nothing at all about what we did.

It didn't exactly help, but in the end the argument ended, when she left and slammed the door. It had really helped actually, I slept on the sofa even though she wasn't there to kick me out of the bed. Cheating bastards like me don't deserve king sized beds with soft sheets and fluffy pillows. I didn't wake when she returned and she didn't wake me, just left me to sleep on the uncomfortable sofa. It wasn't a good sign and things over the next few days didn't get any better.

I was relieved to get back to work after a weekend of cold shoulder and even colder stares. Flowers, chocolates and a meal at a nice restaurant managed to placate the angry kitty a bit. Though only enough that I was allowed back into the bed, the bed my hard work paid for and yet she owned. Looking back I really was a fool, a blind weak little fool.

Of course when I got back to work I had to face Pete once more, that was actually easy. He treated me just like the professional he was, nobody would have guessed a few days earlier he'd been pounding me harder than a jock pounding some slutty cheerleader. Or that I'd been begging for him to fuck harder just like a slutty cheerleader. Frances had been a cheerleader when I first started dating her, I was just some skinny guy on the track team and I thought I had won the lottery when she agreed to go out with me.

I tried to focus on work and I think it helped. Well certainly my colleagues noticed my change in attitude towards Pete, some of them joked about how the tiger must have charmed me. Of course they were right, he had charmed the pants right off me, three times. At the end of each day I got to go home, to another tiger, but one who wasn't trying to charm the pants off me. One who was demanding I work hard to placate the pants off her, and I really was trying hard. I suspect maybe I could have done more, but the truth was my heart just wasn't in it.

Days passed by and I worked and worked, then I went home and, even though she had forgiven me, things just felt off. I blamed it all on myself, on my own guilt, but there was a distance between us, something that in honesty had been growing for years but now I noticed it more than ever. I made a few attempts at seducing her, but my heart wasn't in it and she certainly wasn't up for it. I did get one quickly in a whole month, and it was seriously quick and passion free.

So I'd had no sex in weeks and I hated being at home. I ended up working late hours, putting in overtime whenever I could. Anything to keep me out of that house and away from my wife. I should have guessed something was wrong, she stopped bitching about me working late and just stopped talking to me. We communicated in texts more than actual words, I never called her and she never called me. I would come home and she would already be in bed and I'd leave shortly after she woke up. An entire week passed and the only thing I said to my wife was 'morning, see you after work'.

It was while I was working late one night that something happened that changed everything. I was the only person in the office, or so I thought, at half seven I happened to notice there was another light on in the building. It was coming from Pete's office, the tiger had kept a respectful distance and yet as I stared at the light coming from his office I felt drawn to it.

Truth be told I was almost certainly horny, it had been two months since that trip and I'd had one quicky and a whole lot of loving myself. I stood up, figuring I could take a quick break and say hi, just to be sociable. I walked over and knocked on his office door, he was behind his desk working on his pc, "Hey Mike, everything ok?" He asked as I entered his office, something I hadn't done in a long time.

"Yeah, I just... could use a break." I muttered a little embarrassed as I stood in his doorway. The tiger gave a friendly smile and waved to his coffee marker where a pot of hot java was always on the brew.

"Grab a mug, I could use a few minute myself," the tiger said, smiling and turning off his PC screen. I made us both a cup of coffee, it was late but I didn't care if caffeine was going to keep me up. I was just glad to be talking to someone, it had been a lonely few months.

The tiger took the mug as I offered it and for a moment his fingers touched mine, I almost jumped a little at his warm touch and a few drops of coffee landed on his desk. "Sorry, I..."

"It's ok Mike, just a few drops no harm." He replied soothingly and he took a sip of his coffee and gave me a long look. "Is everything ok Mike?"

Everything was far from ok, but I said what I said when anybody asked me, "yeah, I guess, working overtime kinda sucks."

"And yet you have asked for every hour of overtime you can get, you work weekends and evenings. Money troubles?" I was shocked at how blatantly he asked such a personal question.

"Well... I mean it's been a bad year, everyone can use more money," I replied a little unconvincingly.

The look on Pete's face said it all, he could tell I was lying and I waited for him to call me on it, he leaned forward and glanced around just to check the office outside was clear, he gave me a conspiratorial wink before saying, "I have chocolate coated hobnobs."

I was taken aback by that response, I mean who wouldn't be it was not a normal response to a blatant lie. "I... er good..." I stammered as he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a packet of biscuits.

"I know they are bad for me, but I have to admit I am a serial dunker," Pete said with a chuckle and took a biscuit out dunking it in his coffee and munching it down. "Seriously sugar, chocolate, coffee and caffeine there is nothing better to put in your mouth... well while at work anyway."

I was too dumbstruck to notice the gentle come on, I reached out and took a biscuit, I had to admit they were good, oaty and chocolatey with a good crunch. An excellent dunker, though I am more of an Oreo guy, I mean ok I'm a grown up that doesn't mean I don't enjoy licking off the white sweetness... and then sharing some Oreo's with him.

"Ok, now I got you all hyped on caffeine and chocolate we can talk," the tiger gave me a grin, one that only a feline can manage. He looked calm, in control and as he gazed at me I felt myself squirming in my chair, I couldn't stop my mind flicking back to that night. I watched him dunk a biscuit and take a bite. I sighed at the memory of that mouth, how good it had felt, how strong those paws were and how safe I felt held by them. It had been so simple and so easy, no arguing, no begging, just easy going fun.

"You sure you're ok?"The tiger asked with a quizzical look on his face. "You've not said anything in two minutes and there's an open packet of Hobnobs and you have not felt the need to grab for a second one. If that don't spell trouble I don't know what does," the tiger chuckled a little at the last part and then added with such sweet sincerity that I had no doubt that he meant what he said. "You can talk to me, you know."

"I... am fine," I replied trying my best to put as genuine a smile on my face as I could fake.

"Yeah, people who are fine don't smile like that, they don't work all hours and weekends when they don't have to. Is it what we did?" Pete stood up as he spoke and walked around his desk to place a friendly paw on my shoulder.

"I... I'm fine... I guess I just... things aren't great at home." I admitted my ears drooping and my head bowing, I didn't pull away from his paw. It felt good to be touched, his grip was just as firm as I remembered and I found myself relaxing a little bit as his fingers gently squeezed.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked quietly and I gazed up at him, I found myself lost in his shadow. My eyes wandered over his perfectly formed chest, the muscles could be picked out through his shirt. I could remember that chest being pressed into my back, his body grinding to mine, my cries of pleasure filling the air. I gulped as I felt a warmth rising my my crotch and spreading out through my body.

I didn't answer him, instead I did what I wanted, for the first time in two months I did something for myself. I reached out with my paws and pulled down his fly. He gasped in shock and yet he didn't pull away. I took that as a sign and, emboldened, I reached into the open fly with one paw. It was warm inside and my nose could detect his musk, even above the scent of his cologne. My fingers stroked against his silk boxers, I couldn't help but admire the wonderful indulgence he had gone for.

What was more wonderful to feel was the turgid meat that my fingers wrapped around through his boxers and the joy of squeezing it lightly. He moaned loudly and I shuffled in my chair, moving my head right up to his open flies. Sniffing lightly and then inhaling his musk hungrily my fingers worked to pull his cock out. I gasped softly as I finally succeeded and his glorious maleness was right in front of my nose.

I had never tasted another male before, but right there and then all I could think of was wrapping my lips around that glorious meat and a second later that is what I did. His cock touched my tongue and oh god the taste it overwhelmed me, it was musky and yet sweet and had delicate notes of oak. I sucked firmly and he groaned deeply and began to slide his hips forward, I trembled and yet I held firm. Something inside me demanded that I take that cock and something hidden inside me was dancing with joy at the feeling of a cock being thrust into my lips.

The feel of warmth as, his maleness slid up my tongue filling my mouth, was just overwhelming I moaned out in pleasure. The bitter tang of his pre and the feel of his pulse, as it raced on my tongue, made my own heart race. The smoothness of his corona as I lapped over it and the soft tickle of his spines on my lips, as he pulled back out, sent thrills down my spine. The smell of his body, so musky, manly and enticing, made me lose myself my senses were completely overrun with his presence and I was desperate to stay lost forever. With each passing moment I grew bolder and more excited, sucking firmly and bobbing faster and faster. He cried out softly and then suddenly he pushed me off and looked down at me panicked. "It's Mr Sneeps, quick hide."

Mr Sneeps was the big boss, two levels above Pete and so far above me I got a nosebleed just looking at the height of the ladder he was on. Now of course I know what you are thinkings, all he had to do was tuck his cock away and we are two employees working late at night because we are just that dedicated, and of course you are right. However, in that moment, we were both far too panicked to think clearly. I dove under his desk and he sat back down in his chair and tucked his legs under the desk.

I couldn't help but notice he hadn't actually bothered to put his cock away, it was there right in front of my nose, tantalizing me with its musky aroma. My mouth filled with drool as I heard the door open and Mr Sneeps said, "Ah Corbin, working late are you?" The old coon always used surnames when he addressed staff, just to make sure they knew he didn't consider them equals.

"Y..yes Sir, we are struggling to keep to the deadline for the McCaffery accounts so I thought I would put in a few extra hoURS," his voice broke as my lips returned to his cock. My thoughts were 'fuck I am already cheating on my wife, with my boss', I had nothing to lose. At least nothing that I really cared about losing. In that moment it made perfect sense and I have to admit sucking on that tiger meat, while he talked to one of the company directors just a few feet away, it gave me such a rush and thrill of emotions that I couldn't contain myself. Once I started to suck on him I knew I wasn't going to stop until I got what I was milking him for. The rush of adrenalin made my heart beat faster as my lips slipped silently up and down the beautiful length.. Damn my cock was bursting out of my pants. I would have pulled it out to stroke myself, but feared the sound of my zip would give me away.

So I focused all my attention on his cock, sliding my warm paws into his pants, groping his balls as my hungry mouth worked on his meat, bobbing faster and faster. I could hear Pete talking, he tried to keep his voice calm and normal, but I could feel his cock throbbing and hear a strain on the edge of his tone, my mouth was filled with his pre. He was just as aroused as I was.

"You have the numbers on the Macklesfield job?" Sneeps asked as I pulled off the tiger's cock and began to lick the head, my tongue rolling around his corona teasing his meatus and then I nibbled on his frenulum. I could feel warm droplets of pre as they jetted onto my cheeks.

"Oh yes... I mean I have them on my mmmm hard drive. I could mail them to you Sir,"he replied as I felt him gently thrust squirming in his chair a tiny bit, I knew he was desperate to fuck my muzzle. So I continued to lick around his cock, teasing him for a few seconds and then took the warm length back into my maw, bobbing faster and faster.

"Good work, Corbin, keep up this level of efficiency and I see big things in your future," replied the old raccoon. Little did he know the big things were in my future, also in my mouth and I hoped very soon would be in my ass. I suckled firmly and bobbed my head faster and faster. The cramped space under the desk was a warm cave filled with the musky scent of my lover. I could feel his sweaty balls twitching in my palm as I sucked faster and harder, just a few more bobs and I knew he would lose it, I pulled my lips off his cock, my tongue lapping eagerly over the tip as my paw started to jerk his member fast and hard.

"T... Thank y..YOU Sir!" Squeaked the tiger as my tongue teased his cocktip and my fingers squeezed and jerked his shaft. The door closed and all I heard was a deep rumbling purr erupt from inside him. Pete had clearly been repressing his need to vocalise and now the old raccoon was gone the sounds poured out of him. His fingers clawed at his desk and his cock throbbed hard in my fingers. Warm cum sprayed into my mouth coating my tongue as I lapped over the pulsing tip, I gulped it down hungrily.

A few seconds later the stream of cum flowed to a stop and he pulled back his chair panting heavily, "fuck that was stupid."

I couldn't help but agree, it really was, but I didn't regret a moment of it, well not yet anyway. Squeezing out from under his desk I flushed with heat, my own cock was aching in my pants, having been totally neglected. "yeah, sorry.. I just..."

"Don't apologise, that was the second hottest thing to happen to me today," the tiger interrupted as he grabbed my paw and helped me to my feet, his paws lightly tracing down my flanks as I regained my balance.

"Thanks, I was... hey wait the seconds hottest, what was the first?" I asked unable to hide the indignation in my voice. He gave me that Cheshire cat grin that only felines are capable of and suddenly I felt his strong paws lifting my ass.

He tossed me onto his desk like i weighed nothing and suddenly his paws were on my pants, unfastening my belt and pulling them down with desperate speed as he purred into my ear, "this will be." I gasped and blushed as the blood rushed back to my crotch, my legs spread faster and wider than the slutter cheerleader my wife had once been. I looked up at him and in that moment all I wanted was to feel his arms around me, to feel his firm body pressed to mine and to feel his thick cock pounding inside me.

Fortunately for me that day wishes just happened to be horses, or well more exactly very studly and horny tigers, which are just as good as horses, ask anyone. His lips pressed to mine as his paws groped my thighs, holding my legs apart as his cock began to slid over my taint, looking for a warm place to hide. It felt slick and slightly cold, somehow the feline had managed to squeeze some lube onto his shaft without me noticing.

I suckled on his tongue as it plundered my mouth, His paws grasped me so tightly I knew he wanted me desperately. There is no feeling as arousing in this world as to be held down by the strong grip of a lover who is desperately turned on by you, who wants to take you. Being wanted and desired is the biggest turn on, it makes you feel special and wonderful, it gets inside you and makes you want the person, making you feel that way, to get inside you too.

I felt his slick tip find my pucker and he thrust forward hard. The kiss was broken and we both cried out in pleasure as his thick meat sank inside my warm depths. He arched his back, standing over me his paws grabbing the desk for support as he started to thrust and rock into me. He fucked with the rough power and passion of the truly desperate and horny. His growls and moans of pleasure music to my ears. The pain of his rough entrance fading quickly as I felt that thick member spreading my insides again and again. Spots flashed before my eyes as he found my prostate and I cried out loudly.

I looked up at him, watching hypnotised as his perfectly sculpted body arched as he fucked. His shirt still on, but crumpled and damp with the sweat rising off his warm muscles, clinging to his perfect frame. I lay back on his desk, feeling pens digging into my shoulder as I pushed back into every thrust. His cock being welcomed by by ass with a firm squeeze, my fingers grasped the edge of the desk for support. As he rutted faster and harder, I could hear the screech of the wood feet as they were forced forward over the floor. The force of our illicit love making driving the desk across his office. Not that we cared, Sneeps could have walked in at that moment and we wouldn't have stopped, we'd have just given him one hell of a dirty show.

I looked up into his green eyes and smiled, the look on his face was wonderful. To see someone looking down at you as they breed you firmly, to see nothing but warmth and tenderness in that gaze, I loved him in that moment. That look was all I really wanted, it was a look I had seen before, on the face of Frances as we rutted just as lost in each other as Pete and I were that night. It was a look I hadn't seen in years, and all I wanted was to stay with him forever.

He gasped out loudly, leaning over me, his paws grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back hard into his thrusting hips. His thick cock ramming hard into my depths, his balls smacking against my taint. Then I felt a warm paw wrap around my drooling cock, he jerked my hot shaft quickly and it was all I needed. The feel of his warm digits caressing my meat making me buck my hips. It was all too much for me, the pound of cock on my prostate and the stroke of his fingers, the look of love in his eyes. It took me and swallowed me whole, I gave myself over to it and cried out loudly in pleasure, my cock throbbing in his paw. My cream jetting out, spraying over my and his shirt, staining them both as he growled deeply.

His thrusting grew wild and uncontrolled the desk screeching loudly as he drove it all the way to the other side of his office. His claws scratched deep grooves in the wood as he roared out in pleasure. I felt the warmth growing in my ass as he pumped me full of his rich seed. He purred as he came to a rest with his cock lodged deep inside me.

It was at least five minutes before we moved, we just lay still, holding each other and basking in the warm feelings of our union. However, all too soon he pulled out and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. Almost the moment he pulled out I felt the awkwardness return. Inside me there was a struggle, my years with Frances hadn't been all bad I had loved her once. It wasn't easy to just let that go and the feelings I was growing to feel for Pete, they were at conflict inside me. I could see in his eyes he wanted to say something, to just reach out and tell me I was his. Of course I know now he had to wait, I was the married man and he was going to let me decide who I wanted to be with.

"I... this was..." I mumbled as I hopped off his desk, his cum leaking down my inner thigh as I pulled up my pants. "I should go." Pete said something but I didn't hear what it was I was out of his office so fast he didn't have a hope of stopping me. I swung by my own desk to grab my coat and car keys and then was on my way home, so fast I ran two red lights and got a speeding ticket in the mail a few days later, darn speed cameras.

I remember standing outside my house for what seemed like hours trying to think of what I was going to say. I mean how do you say that you cheated on the; person you swore to love, the person you swore would be the only one you ever loved and the person you pledged yourself to, in front of everyone you know. I felt like dirt, like scum and I stood there looking at the light in my bedroom window for ages. Then I noticed something, something I should have seen the second I arrived but had been too busy blaming myself to actually take in.

I glanced back up at the house and confirmed it was definitely the bedroom light that was on. I sighed and my shoulders slumped. I walked to the front door and opened it quietly. I was supposed to be still working at the office and I found the house empty. All the lights were off, a bottle of wine and two used wine glasses sat on the dining room table. I walked to the base of the stairs, I could see some light coming from the gap under our bedroom door.

Putting one foot in front of the other I reluctantly walked up the stairs. I didn't want to see what was on the other side of the door and yet I knew I had to. I could hear soft moans, the voice I recognised, one raised in passion. I reached out to the door handle knowing what I would see, knowing who had parked his car in my driveway and as I opened the door I saw his ass thrusting rhythmically between my wife's spread legs as she cried out in pleasure. Her fingers clawing down his back as he gasped. I knew those sounds, I have made her make those sounds many times, long ago.

Time seemed to slow down, I felt like I stood there watching as another man fucked my wife forever. I remember the most surreal moment when I checked out his ass, watching those brown buttocks flex as he thrust his dobie cock deep into my wife's quivering mound. I actually felt more than a hint of arousal. Then time seemed to speed up and I heard my wife crying out loudly and I knew she was orgasming. A few seconds later he gasped and shuddered and I watched as he pumped my wife full of his cum.

It was as he rolled off, panting, that she screamed as she spotted me, they both stared at me wide eyed and terrified. As someone who has always been the skinny runt all his life it was weird to see two people looking at me with genuine fear. Of course it only lasted a moment before Frances said, "I can explain!"

"It seems pretty obvious to me," I replied, I don't know who was more shocked; her by my response or me by the fact that I could speak.

"Look dude, Frances and me..." I cut him dead with a look that said exactly what I was thinking. 'Seriously? Just keep your mouth shut, until my wife's vaginal juices are not currently dripping off your cock.'

"I will be back for my stuff," I replied as I turned away and started to close the door.

"Just like that? Eight years of marriage and one little affair and it's all over?" Asked the tigress, her voice held a pleading tone I had never heard from her before.

I shrugged and turned to look at her laying naked, another man's cum leaking out of her cunt as he lay naked a few feet away. "Actually it's two affairs and yes." I replied and closed the door, I rushed down the stairs and ran to my car.

My paws were trembling as I tried to get the key into the ignition. I saw my front door open just as I got the key into the hole and turned it. The engine roared to life and, as my wife stood watching from the doorway, I drove off. I didn't get more than a mile or two before I pulled over, tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew I had no right to claim the high ground, I had cheated on her just as much as she had on me.

However, as I sat there I cried not because of what she had done that night, but for the love that we had once shared and that was now truly dead. I cried in that layby for hours and eventually fell asleep in my car. It was one of the worst and best nights of my life, I woke at dawn, it was half five according to my mobile phone. Then I was hit with the realisation that I couldn't go home.

I reached for my phone and opened up the contacts list, I was scrolling for my mother's number and then I saw it Pete's number. I knew he'd probably be in bed, but I hit dial anyway. My heart was beating rapidly as I listened to the phone ring, my free paw played with the steering wheel as I tried not to get my hopes up. The phone stopped ringing and I heard an automated voice tell me to leave a message. As my thumb reached for the hang up button I heard a voice I recognised with a thick English accent say, "hello, hello, sorry it took me so long I was asleep."

Well you know the rest, Pete invited me over for breakfast and I never left. I quit my job, to protect us both from ourselves and allow us to be honest about our relationship. With Pete's help I found a job elsewhere, though we did do it on his desk a few more times while I was working my notice period.

Frances married Charlie a few years back and they just had their first kid. She is a wonderful loving mother and I actually get along ok with her now. I think we'd both known it was the end long before any of this happened, we were just too scared and stupid to do anything about it. The divorce was pretty smooth, as far as these things can be. I even got an invite to her wedding, which was weird but we did go and had an ok time.

When the law changed in England Pete flew me over, introduced me to his folks and married my ass, along with the rest of me. His fur has hints of grey now as he hit fifty-five on his last birthday. He keeps saying he's too old for me, I just laugh and do something sexy to him that makes him feel ten years younger.

It hasn't all been smooth sailing, I lost my parents last year to a stupid car accident. I think it will bug me forever, because my mother and I didn't end on the happiest of conversations. She took my coming out rather badly, though after a few years we had just started patching things up. Pete got me through that somehow, proving once again he was a solid rock I could lean on.

I can honestly say I'm happy with my life now. There aren't many people, I know, can look you in the eye and do that. Though he is still an annoying perky morning person, total sexy assed cunt that he is.