Life seemed fairly normal after Ammie shattered what small amount of normalcy I once had. Not to be contradictory or anything, but she did break apart everything I had worked for on two separate occasions and yet now she has converted her advances into what one might consider a normal housewife's tendencies. That was supposing your wife attended the same college you did and regularly spent her time thoroughly massaging certain parts of your body. She was absolutely helpless in regards to normal things like cleaning or cooking. I have to do all of those chores. One of her many talents that would certainly make up for it in a normal man's eyes was the sexual intercourse. She was absolutely amazing during sex even though she was only a virgin a few months ago and her first cock was mine.
Thankfully, sex is not her only talent. If it was, I would not be able to keep up with her energetic approach all the time. I barely manage to do so now. I have lost count of the number of mornings I have had to flee the apartment in order to be at class on time all because she wore me down the night before. My productivity had dropped which led the professors and deans to start making faces when I walked by. They do have good reason to do so considering the once active researcher they recruited was now looking haggard and sleepy. I finally made my decision to have a talk with her when even the dean started mentioning it when I met him in the halls.
"Ammie," I said. "We need to have a talk."
Her eyes peered up at me from her place on the floor. She had decided to play the cat for the evening and had somehow procured the costume for it. I watched her shift from feline grace to a halted confusion. Her arms no longer struck out with a purpose. Her legs no longer kept her ass mounted just right in the air to show off her tail as it slipped back and forth. The tail was mounted at the top of her low cut panties that cleared showed off the beginning of her rear cleavage. Her pale, milky skin shimmered in the light in contrast to the tawny brown colored tail. It flicked back and forth with her hip movements. The movements that were no longer silky smooth and flowing.
Then my purpose flickered back into existence and I stopped admiring her body in preparation to start talking with her. We needed to set up some ground rules so I could function at the university and she could have fun during her time at college. I needed to show her I meant business and the best way to do that is firm eye-to-eye communication. I focused in on her face noting that her confusion still presented a challenge. Unfortunately, that challenge was soon replaced by another one as her eyes began to tear up. Her hands flicked up to her face. Rather, her paws flicked up to her face. It seems that the costume came with some large, fluffy gloves that looked like cartoon cat paws.
"What did I do wrong- hic - Mark?" she asked through tears. The new challenge presented itself almost immediately.
"Do you hate me now? -hic- Is that -hic- it? Are you gwoing to thwow me out?"
Her voice began to catch on her tears. Saline drops assaulted the carpet right below her and her sobbing was even starting to affect her communication skills.
"No no no Ammie," I started.
"Then why?" she burst forth with a new passion. I thought I was consoling her and it looks like I was only fueling the fire. I collapsed to my knees from my chair and shuffled across to hold all the falling pieces together. Her body seemed so small at this point. It shivered up against me with every inhale of much needed breathe. Her tears soaked through my shirt and started to grow warm with our body heat.
"I just want to slow down is all," I said as we rocked back and forth.
She sniffed and then repeated, "Slow down? Why?"
"I feel that we are moving too fast in our relationship and I know hardly anything about you."
She sniffed again before pushing some space between us. Her head leaned back and she peered up at me before the torrent let loose.
"Well I love you and want to stay with you forever. What else is there to know?"
I pulled her tight again before whispering in her ear, "I know you are great at sex, but I don't want our relationship to be based on that. If it was, we wouldn't make it as couple."
"Then what all do you want to know?" She prodded. Her slim shoulders beginning to shiver less and her breathing beginning to become normal.
"As much about you as I can in the time I have. Your childhood. Your interests. Your talents. Your weaknesses. Anything and everything I can learn about you."
"Really?"
I wrote 'yes' on her back. She giggled at my clumsy finger articulation. It came out more like 'Vc5' than 'yes.'
She giggled a bit more as she finally finished calming down. Her pawed hands pushed around my sides until she enclosed me in her embrace. Her body was warm and her skin almost seemed to radiate happiness. I smiled and pulled her tight. Then I discovered something very interesting. It turns out that if that costume came with a top, she had neglected to wear it. Her bare breasts pressed firmly up against my chest and I could feel them through my thin T-shirt. Her slightly erect nipples pushed even harder against me.
"Are you sure you don't want to do something?" she purred before nuzzling my jawbone with her cheek.
"Huh?"
"I can feel your heartbeat and it picked up when we hugged. Are you sure you don't want to spend some quality time connected to me?" she purred again. She nuzzled the other side of my face this time.
"No. I'm happy as is. Why don't you go change? I'll meet you in bed."
She nuzzled me again and then kissed me on the cheek. Her arms came back around and her bare breasts flashed past my face as she stood up. She blew a kiss at me from on top of her paw before skipping back to the bedroom. My eyes followed her swishing tail and shapely ass until they disappeared around the corner. The silence caved in once I came back to the present and I realized that my heart was throbbing in my chest. That was likely the single cutest thing she had done so far even if she was playing the part of the sex goddess in the middle of it.
I crawled to my feet only to stumble into a chair. Most guys complain about too much blood going to their crotch when confronted with something like that. My complaint lies in my extremely warm face. My balance was suddenly at risk because I was blushing. How dangerous. I stumbled over to a mirror and discovered a deep red visage staring back at me. My right hand led me to the kitchen and a glass of water which I gulped down as if I had been in the desert without water for hours. I finished it and gasped for air. The stainless steel sink still reported a red visage and my heart still pounded out its furious tempo. Quickly, I splashed water on my face and the shock of cold liquid brought me down.
