They kissed again, longer this time. Nathan cradled the back of Brittany's head, stroking her hair, while she wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. Their wet noses bumped and ground against each other, their tails both standing tall and flagging their immense arousal. Their tongues ventured further away from their own mouths and into the other's maw: dancing and mingling together as they made out beneath the dim stars, which struggled through the light pollution of the city. The moon was certainly bright enough, though. Round and full moonbeams glittered in the choppy surface of the pool water, kicked up by that chilly wind.
While they were enjoying themselves, not feeling under the rush of any ticking clock, Brittany and Nathan weren't exactly taking their time either. Brittany had never been the sort to take things slow, and Nathan was more than happy to follow the pace she set. After not very long at all, her paws were reaching under Nathan's shirt: her small and feminine hands wandering all over her stud's broad and impressive physique. Nathan returned her cautious yet persistent touches, his hands having left Brittany's head and working down her body. He didn't focus his attention in any one area in particular, how could he when the redhead husky was so sexy all over! His hurried and hungry movements served as a turn on for Brittany. Who didn't like the idea of knowing their partner wanted them? Soon she could feel the heat and tingle of arousal building inside her chest as her heart began to race.
"Ready, you big sexy stud?" She asked, as her hands wandered down to his crotch, fondling his cock and balls through the fabric of his jeans.
"You can bet that sweet ass of yours on that!" Nathan replied, eagerly. He didn't have to ask, 'ready for what?' He knew full well what Brittany was after.
Brittany sat up from the blanket they'd been stretched out on and quickly removed her top, tossing it to the side and exposing her braless breasts beneath. Nathan watched with an attentive eagerness. They'd been an item for many years, and he had seen his wife's breasts many times, but that didn't stop it from being a magical experience whenever his wife took her boobs out for him to play with. Nathan's eyes grew big as Brittany's massive, round naturals were exposed to the night air. Her pristine fur, as white as snow, seemed to glow from the bright moonlight above their heads. That seemed fitting to Nathan. So far as he was concerned, Brittany's breasts were a heavenly work of art.
For a brief, respectable moment Nathan just wordlessly stared at her giant breasts, until he was finally overtaken by his lust for her. He struck out almost like a cobra, grabbing her heavy tits with his hands and latching his thin yet powerful lips around her teat: running his tongue over her smooth, furless surface of her areola and drawing big gulps of milk from Brittany's chest. Even though it had been many months since Brittany had stopped breastfeeding her youngest child, her breasts had continuously lactated for years now. According to Brittany, her constant lactation was the unexpected result of one of her magical potions, which hadn't yet proved annoying enough to 'fix'. Nathan didn't tell Brittany this, he didn't feel it was his right to request it, but he secretly hoped Brittany never fixed her lactating chest. Not only did he find sucking milk from her boobs to be fun, sexy, and relaxing all at the same time, he felt... good, powerful even whenever he got to suck down some of her sweet, warm breast milk.
Brittany had heard from some other women that their breasts were incredibly sensitive. One girlfriend of hers mentioned that her husband couldn't play with her boobs for more than a minute before she simply had to fuck him! The redhead husky wasn't sure if she pited for the woman or was just jealous of her, as Brittany's chest wasn't anywhere near that responsive to Nathan's touch. On the one paw, she was grateful: Britany loved it when Nathan toyed with her chest, it was the biggest reason she'd never bother to address her lactation 'problem'. It would be lame if she became overcome with pleasure to allow him to do it for more than thirty seconds. Still, on the other paw, Brittany did feel sort of cheated. As if she'd been denied an erogenous zone. Although... maybe not. Something about the needy and lustful way Nathan took her teat into his mouth, the way he clung to her breasts, had awakened something inside her. It might not be the orgasmic delights that other women enjoyed when their partners played with their boobs, but it was enough. After a couple of minutes, Brittany started to moan slightly, wiggling her toes as the sleepiness of a long day was forgotten, and she was full of energy. Brittany's pussy quickly started to wetten with arousal between her thick, furry thighs. Brittany's bushy, curved tail stood as straight as it got, making short frantic wags back and forth as her need rapidly mounted, until she thought she couldn't take it anymore!
She shoved Nathan's head from her mouth with all her strength, even though he would have happily nursed from her breasts and could drink gallons of her milk, all night long. "Fuck me!" Brittany barked, half aggressive command, half desperate plea.
Nathan, even if mildly disappointed his nursing session didn't last longer, was more than happy to oblige. He sat up and used his superior strength to push his wife back down to the blanket, face down and ass up: the perfect position. The only thing that gave Nathan pause was Brittany's resistance, he looked her over curiously, wondering why she was struggling against him? That was when he noticed the teasing smile on her face, and it clicked. The husky wasn't really resisting her husband, she just wanted to feel some of that power. Always the kinky submissive, Brittany wanted things a little rough.
"What the fuck, slut?" He said with a laughing bark, using his strength to easily force Brittany down the rest of the way. His powerful muscles meant he could twist or bend Brittany just about anyway he wanted. "You beg for me to fuck you and then resist me? What sense does that make?"
Brittany just whimpered in response. Even though the thick blanket, Brittany could feel the surface of the concrete, roughly textured for maximum traction even in wet conditions, against her nipple: still wet from Nathan's mouth and leaking milk slightly. It felt good, in a bad way.
With his redhead's face down and fat, fuckable ass high in the air, Nathan brought his open palm down firmly against her rump. The powerful husky stud spanking his wife so firmly the loud clap actually echoed off the building, but she didn't complain, of course. If anything, she moaned a little bit louder: biting her lower lip as she took big handfuls of the blanket and squeezed it tightly between her fists. Nathan quickly moved his hand, so he could watch the supremely pleasant and mesmerizing jiggle of her cheek, and once it had stopped moving he reached out and smacked the other. Only this time, he dug his fingers into the soft fur and thick flesh beneath: groping his wife's ass so aggressively it was almost painful. Just like the surface of the concrete against her nipples, however, Brittany found a strange enjoyment to the pain. Whenever Nathan held on to her like this, Brittany loved it. It made her feel so meek, submissive, and while she hated to say something so cringey... breedable.
"This what you want, slut?" Nathan growled playfully in her ear, knowing that was how Brittany liked to be talked to while in bed... or on a roof in this case. "Fucked right out in the open where anyone can see you?"
Nathan's claim was a little tenuous. Lewd Tower, the building that housed Brittany's business, Lewd Brews, as well as her family, was the tallest building in Vancouver. The only vantage point from where anyone could see them was if a helicopter was circling above. Maybe with a high-powered telescope from one of the tall buildings across the river. However, even if the open air rooftop did arguably offer them more privacy than many bedrooms, given they shared no paper thin walls or windows a peeping tom could peek through, they were technically outside. Feeling the wind blow across her bare fur, listening to the loud babble of people on the street below, it all made Brittany feel rather exposed... but it wouldn't stop Brittany from nodding her head.
