39. A Bell, a Confession, and a Mess
Friday Morning
Kara sat at her dressing table staring at her reflection. Her 25
th
wedding anniversary was only months away, and she considered it a cruel irony that she and her husband, Bill, had made plans to renew their vows at a small ceremony. Aside from a couple of awkward attempts at swinging back when they were newlyweds, which had been arranged with consent all around, Kara had rarely been tempted to break those vows, and had certainly never indulged her occasional idle fantasy. Not until she met Jenny.
The woman who dressed and acted like a cat had proven to be an irresistible lure to Kara. Like her spirit animal, Jenny was at turns playful and fierce, bold one moment and coy the next. That would be enough to seduce many people, but somehow or another she had figured out Kara's most secret kink and dangled it in front of her, figuratively speaking. Kara had never even confided to her husband about her hucow fetish, worried what he might think. It was both thrilling and terrifying to realize how easily she had been read, and it made her wonder if she was somehow subconsciously advertising her bovine fantasies.
Her illicit liaison had been preying on her mind ever since. She couldn't stop dwelling on it at work, and on the way home she had stopped at a farm supply store and bought a cowbell, to her intense embarrassment. She had resisted the temptation to put it on so far, but she could almost feel it around her neck, despite having hidden it in a drawer. A mix of guilt and lust had prompted the most intense lovemaking she and Bill had shared in years, with him pounding her from behind while she tried to keep her moans as human-sounding as possible.
"Bill deserves to know the truth," Kara said quietly to her reflection. To be fair, she honestly doubted he would be especially upset to hear about her having a lesbian affair. Like a lot of men, he at least talked as if the idea of his wife having kinky sex with another woman was a turn-on. His reaction might not be quite the same if confronted with a reality as opposed to a fantasy, but she didn't think a single such instance would be enough to ruin their marriage. Kara's biggest worry was that Bill would demand a free pass of his own.
Taking a deep breath, Kara steeled her nerves and decided that her best bet was a full-frontal assault, so to speak. If she embraced her new fetish and sprang that on him at the same time as confessing her affair, maybe he wouldn't be able to figure out how to feel about things before she convinced him to pick a more satisfying kind of retribution for her infidelity. Like breeding his cow, marking her with his seed and filling her udders with milk once again. Kara lowed lustily as she remembered some kinky times they had enjoyed back when she was still breastfeeding their kids twenty-odd years ago.
Resolved, Kara reached into the drawer and removed the cowbell. She stared at it for a few moments before attaching it to a velvet choker with a carabiner, which would serve until she could get a proper collar. Placing it around her neck, she shivered with excitement and also a literal chill as the cool metal nestled between her heavy breasts. She stood up and discarded her robe, revealing her nude form.
Kara was more pleased with her reflection than she could remember being for many years. She was showing her age in some ways, but she still had muscle tone to be proud of, and if she had a bit of a belly, it looked fitting for a woman so tall and with such broad hips and shoulders. She ran her fingers through her thick bush, once dark but now sprinkled with silver, and found she was still pleased. Mooing with satisfaction, she grabbed her purse from the dressing table and left for work, making a mental note to pick up some additional accoutrements on the way home that evening.
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Kat woke up with her nose feeling wet and warm, and when she opened her eyes, she realized the sensation was caused by it being lodged in Allie's twat. Giggling, she pulled back enough to see that they had curled themselves into a sixty-nine at some point in the night. She couldn't tell for sure if they'd been licking one another in their sleep. There were plenty of residual signs of sexual escapades staining their skin, but those could have been from last night's stream.
Allie purred quietly when Kat reached out to stroke her thigh, opening one eye for a moment before yawning and stretching dramatically. Kat felt the need to do the same, and the two kitty girls turned it into something of a game, pretending to stretch while really striking naughty poses to tease one another. They progressed to kissing eventually, but after a few exploratory swipes of their tongues there was a silent but mutual agreement to brush their teeth before carrying on.
While they took care of their morning needs, Allie asked, "So, are you excited for your first escort job tonight?"
Katrina hummed and affirmed, "Yep! In fact, I'm about to hop in the shower and remove all my fur." Blushing at the use of the term, Kat corrected, "I mean, I am planning to shave my legs and all my other body hair."
Allie laughed around her toothbrush and said, "It's okay, I know what you mean! It can be hard to get out of pet mode sometimes."
Katrina sighed and admitted, "I'm honestly surprised about how exciting it is. Although it makes me worry that we're going to have to keep escalating our hijinks to keep people tuned in. I managed to go for a while with just masturbation and costumes, but you hear stories about how quickly things can just go off a cliff."
Allie shrugged and said, "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I think we'll make plenty as escorts, so the streaming stuff will be our side hustle. I mean, it's already your side hustle. But we might consider taking that pro as well."
Katrina looked up from running water in the tub and asked, "What do you mean, 'taking that pro?'"
Allie reached for her mouthwash and clarified, "We should consider setting up a dedicated studio space and using professional lighting and costumes and so forth. We should start our own porn studio."
Kat laughed until she realized Allison was being serious. "Your words seem like they should be a joke, but your expression says otherwise."
Allie spit into the sink and drank from the faucet in a decidedly cat-like way, which gave Katrina conflicting desires to fuck the girl and squeal at the cuteness. Allison eventually straightened up and confirmed, "I'm totally sincere. I don't have all the details worked out yet, and I'm not suggesting we apply for a business license or anything, but I think it's what I want to do with my life."
Seating herself on the edge of the tub as Katrina lathered her legs, Allie continued, "The university has a great cinematography school, and I think that's what I'm going to do. I didn't have any strong focus before, and figured I'd just concentrate on core classes until I found a calling. Well, I think I found my calling a little early."
Katrina wolf-whistled shrilly, surprising Allie, and then yelled, "Hey baby, nice pussy!"
Perplexed, Allie suddenly got the joke and slapped Kat playfully on the shoulder. "That was terrible!"