Molly and Richard were naked as they sat quietly in their bedroom waiting for the moon to rise. It would be full that night and both were eagerly anticipating what the moon would do to Richard and what he would be able to do for himself and for Molly when the effects of the full moon were felt. Richard is a werewolf, but nothing like the savage brutes of movie notoriety. Due to some quirk in his genetic code, the gravitational effects of every full moon gave him the shape and most other physical characteristics of a large, young wolf, but he always remained Richard, gentle and loving, especially toward Molly. Usually, their sex life is fairly ordinary, maybe not even that good, but every time the moon is full, it's earthquakes, hurricanes and skyrockets in the night.
Their bed and dresser, with its mirror removed, were pushed against the door, just in case somebody might hear some of the strange noises that they would be making and try to investigate. Their mattress was on the floor because, as a wolf, it is easier for Richard to move around on the low surface than on the more elevated bed. Stacks of pillows were available for Molly to put under herself or to otherwise help them with what they would be doing. The mirror from the dresser was propped up beside the mattress so she could look into it to thrill at the erotic sight they would soon become. Everything was ready and the rising of the moon was the last thing that had to happen.
As the moon rose, they both watched Richard's hands. The first change in his outer appearance would be there when they would elongate into a wolf's paws and dark fur would cover their backs. Minutes before that happened, Richard would feel some of his internal organs rearranging themselves but that was hard to describe so it was easier to watch his hands to know when the change started.
"It's happening," Richard announced. He didn't need to say anything else. The dark fur began rapidly covering his hands and he got on his knees just off the mattress so he would be ready. Molly sat on the edge of the mattress facing him and watching the fur cover his body, his ears grow pointed and his face change into a sharp snout. Minutes after the transformation started it was complete and the form of a large grey and black wolf was facing Molly.
Although the body was that of a wolf, the mind and the emotions were those of Richard, who loves his wife dearly and yearns to sexually satisfy her and himself as well. He knows the art of making love to a woman but his human body is not up to the demands he wants to make of it. His wolf body, however, can satisfy any woman when it is directed by the mind of a man as loving and knowledgeable as Richard.
Before doing anything else, Richard held out his paws and his wife strapped oven mitts on them. His wolf's claws were not really very sharp but they were sharp enough to inflict painful scratches on delicate parts of Molly's body during the enthusiastic fucking they would be doing later and the mitts were to prevent that. They had learned this from painful experience.
Once the oven mitts were in place, Molly lay on her back and cupped her breasts in her hands for her husband to lick. As a human, Richard's tongue was adequate for this foreplay but his long, pointed wolf's tongue was hundreds of times better. It curled around Molly's breasts, licking her there, especially her erect nipples, from every angle. Like that of all canines, the tongue of a wolf, even a werewolf like Richard, is covered with thousands of tiny knobs, giving it a roughened texture. When these tiny knobs caress Molly's breasts and pussy they are like thousands of miniature fingers gently massaging the most sensitive parts of her body. After less than a minute, she was cooing her pleasure and her upper body was squirming on the mattress. Richard thoroughly enjoyed the feel of his tongue on Molly but he was even happier at seeing how much pleasure he was giving his wife.
He continued giving her that pleasure and, although it was intense, she was soon ready for Richard to go lower on her body with his talented tongue. As marvelous as it had felt on her breasts, it would feel even better on her pussy which, from what had just been happening and what would be happening momentarily, was already soaked with her juices. With his sensitive canine nose, Richard had been enjoying the delightful fragrance of those juices since the first droplets appeared and he was anxious to lick them up. From his experience, he knew they would taste even better than they smelled.
The human Richard eats Molly's pussy, of course, and they both enjoy it even though his tongue is short and blunt and not very agile. As a wolf, however, Richard's tongue is long and slender and almost prehensile. With Molly lying on her back, holding her pussy lips open with her fingers, Richard crouched between her thighs and pressed his nose against her clit. To most men, the aroma of a pussy as aroused as Molly's had become, is one of the most erotic things in the world. For Richard, with his keen lupine sense of smell, the aroma of the pussy of the woman he loves is hundreds of times more erotic, and he was really looking forward to spending hours licking her there and fucking.
Molly was really looking forward to everything too, especially the fucking, but she was anticipating first having her pussy eaten by the greatest pussy-eating tool in the world, Richard's canine tongue driven by Richard's loving human brain. While she held her lips open, Richard snaked that superb tool into her. The slender tip slipped easily into her wet love hole and when he had penetrated almost four inches, he began moving it around, caressing all the most sensitive spots in the lining of her vagina with the rough knobs of his tongue.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! My love," Molly blurted out as she could feel her first climax rapidly approaching. "That feels so good! Your tongue is amazing."
