Marcus wasn't a supervillain. He wasn't a superhero either. And he wasn't involved in experimental physics. He was, however, present at a sports bar one night when Setta had felt like going out for hot wings and watching a football game. They'd chanced to meet, and one thing led to another, and the next week Setta was at Marcus' place, on his couch, cheering on their shared favorite team. He had a lovely place out in a nice suburb called Brigadoon Acres, and his wife Ekatrina was always an excellent hostess, whether she joined in the game-watching or not. Though sometimes she looked like she had something she was on the verge of asking, but never quite did.

Cheering on athletes on TV was more fun with someone to share it with, after all. They also were mutual fans of a certain East Coast baseball team, though their preferred hockey and basketball teams differed. But watching a game, having nachos, giving each other some good-natured ribbing, that was just good clean fun.

It even stayed clean fun after Setta noticed a ballgag on the kitchen table, with broad, flat toothmarks on it that didn't match the lupine dentition of either Marcus or Ekatrina. Marcus didn't try to pretend he hadn't seen her spot it, or hide anything; he just cheerfully announced, "Well, you caught us! Trina brought home this big pony gal the other night and we had a heck of a time." And that was that; Ekatrina looked slightly panicked at being caught kinking out, but Setta stayed polite, and Marcus was just as happy to get back to the game.

But after a couple of years, Marcus called Setta up and it wasn't about sports. "Hey, Setta, how'd you like to help me with a birthday present for my magnificent wife?" he cheerfully greeted her.

"Nothing from my work, right? They get twitchy enough about me bringing things home for myself. They'd have a problem with a suburb blowing up if I gave something away as a present."

The dark-furred wolf laughed. "Nothing like that! You remember I mentioned that Trina brought home a big pony gal? Well, that wasn't exactly the only time. She's kinkier than she lets on, and every now and then she'll bring back someone to play with. Usually done up in a hero costume, y'know? It's kind of a thing in this town. So I was thinking, what if for her birthday, this time *I* bring someone in for some fun? And I thought you might get a kick out of that idea."

Setta gave it a moment's consideration. Not much more than that was needed, though. Marcus was always fun; no doubt he'd be just as fun taking things to the next level. And clearly his mutually-doting love for his wife hadn't been remotely harmed by their enjoyment of bringing in third parties. "What the heck, I'm in."

She could just about hear Marcus' grin over the phone. "No, actually, I will be."

***
The presentation was simple. Setta simply had to lounge naked on the couch where she and Marcus usually sat to watch TV, in the back room, with the door shut. Marcus was outside, talking with Ekatrina. The door swung open, with Marcus' hand reaching above his wife's shoulder to open it.

"You're always bringing home fun friends. This time it's my turn," he proudly declared.

And the wolfess laughed. "Oh, wonderful, dear! You remembered. How about I put on that saloon girl outfit you bought me while you take our guest downstairs?"

The basement was surprisingly well-equipped for a suburban basement. Several large pieces of bondage gear, stuff hanging on the walls, and perfectly-tuned lighting for the intersection of 'sinister' and 'kinky.' Marcus wasted no time in stripping down, and grinned at Setta. "Trina always has something started when I come in. My turn to have things under way for her. Lie back."

Setta was cheerfully ready to oblige. Marcus was hung just as delightfully well as his pants had hinted at all this time, and his firm musculature said a lot about the level of physical activity his day job entailed. She had barely gotten her back onto the checkerboard-pattern floor when Marcus had his hands under her knees, hoisting and spreading her legs, and simply diving his face down into her scaly sex.

"Oooh!" was her delighted response; he had a strong tongue and that sudden movement had set her heart racing. He slurped along her cinnamonny-sweetness, nose taking a deep, noisy sniff at her clit while he worked, and she was more than happy to let him. Her hands rested on his head, rubbing at his ears as his very talented, experienced efforts had her moaning out faster than most supervillains could manage with an orgasm ray.

"Oh my," was the comment from the stairs. Setta turned her head to look; Ekatrina was there, wearing a burgundy corset, one garter, and a delicate leather collar with a blue pendant hanging from the front. And nothing else. "Well, isn't this a lovely scene to walk in on."

Marcus lifted his head and nodded toward Setta's face. "I saved you a seat," he said, and sat up.

And Setta let out a gasp as Marcus suddenly thrust forward and let Ekatrina have an *excellent* view of his thick shaft driving up into Setta's scaly sex. Her back arched at the sudden intrusion. And Ekatrina wasted no time in straddling Setta's head and kneeling down, pressing her clearly-enthusiastic cleft against Setta's lips. Setta reached up, around Ekatrina's thighs, as she set to work demonstrating just how useful a long, fork-tipped draconic tongue could be.

Ekatrina leaned in, as did Marcus, sharing the cinnamonny-sweet taste of Setta's pussy still on his lips. The wolfess didn't seem to mind the flavor at all. Her hand came down on Setta's breast, squeezing slightly at it, with her other hand on Setta's belly for support.

Setta had a fat wolfcock inside her, a matching pussy in her face, and a hand on her chest... but the hottest thing in the room by a country mile was the sound of those two blissfully-in-love wolves kissing above her. They could've been waiting in line together at the DMV or sitting in a French restaurant in Paris and been lost in each other's lips just as deeply.

That didn't mean Setta stopped her own tonguework, of course. She curled the forked tips deep up inside that pink-lipped tunnel, wriggling deliberately in place, and from the shimmies of Ekatrina's hips, she was hitting the right spots, all right.

And when the kiss broke, Marcus gave Setta's thighs a squeeze just above the knee as he licked his lips. And Setta gasped into Ekatrina's crotch as the big wolf *ground* into her and did this little twitch of his hips at *just* the right moment, and she squeezed down on him. And then he did something *else* and had her arching again. He was really very, very talented, it turned out.

Persuasive, too. When they were finished, and Setta had a hot load of fresh warm wolfspunk pumped in one end and wolfess-honey on her face, somehow Setta ended up on her belly over his lap with his hand holding her tail high while he sat on a low bench, with a collar of her own added for decoration, this one with a lovely green gem on it. Setta would have absolutely *sworn* she wouldn't have let anyone stuff a plug in her ass voluntarily, yet somehow the two wolves had talked her into it, and Ekatrina was merrily taking a strap across Setta's scaly bottom, admiring the way she squeezed down for every smack, clenching out fresh dribbles of Marcus' cum.

And after that, she ended up on all fours, with Marcus in her mouth this time and Ekatrina putting a large brass-studded steampunk-looking strap-on to potent use. *Really* potent use. Setta hadn't expected the rather matronly wolfess to outlast her, but... that thing was *magical* as it sent dizzying fireworks in her head, while Marcus came down her throat. By the time they both pulled out, Setta was actually feeling lightheaded. Marcus sat down again and pulled her into his lap, his legs spread a bit, Setta's knees on the outside of his so her thighs was spread well wider. His hands gripped her breasts, holding her up, as she moaned dizzily. And Ekatrina knelt down and leaned in to lick the remains of her husband's cum from Setta's sex.

"Good girl," Marcus rumbled in Setta's ear. She lost track of things after that. But when she woke up, she was ballgagged and cuffed on all fours over that low bench he'd been sitting on, and somehow they'd produced an instant photo, taped to the wall in front of her face. It showed her, looking decidedly vacant, kneeling with her thighs spread and tongue out in a pant, spreading her own again-cream-pied folds, with the two wolves standing behind and to either side of her, Ekatrina holding a leash to Setta's collar and her head turned, leaning up to kiss her husband's cheek while he beamed at the camera.

And her crotch had the most magnificent fucked-silly ache to it, even after a night's sleep. The collar with that green gem was still around her neck. And she was feeling so wonderfully relaxed and... really up for more. When Ekatrina came down a bit later, still wearing that saloon-girl outfit, and spanked Setta's exposed ass, Setta just wiggled her rear.

The wolfess grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said. "You love a collar and a strap-on, don't you?" And Setta mrmmphed into the gag. And then was left staring at that... amazingly erotic picture on the wall as Ekatrina donned the brass-and-leather toy and proved that she could give just as dominant a show without her husband in the room. She even somehow convinced Setta to lick the phallus clean and kiss it when she was done.

Somehow the night stretched into a weekend, then a week in the Riccis' basement being a very good girl for a birthday present. Marcus happily blew her mind over and over with natural talent and well-honed skills. Ekatrina demonstrated her mastery of those toys (particularly the brass-and-leather one), and a penchant for somehow establishing her dominance in such an erotic way, night after night. When Marcus finally drove her home, she flopped into bed immediately.

And then found herself on her back, legs spread, unable to move, as Ekatrina leered playfully down at her. "I hope you had fun," the dream wolfess said. And dream-Setta couldn't move as the wolfess climbed atop her with that strap-on in place, and orgasms blurred Setta's vision even in the dream. "I know I did," the wolfess said in Setta's ear. "Consider this a thank-you... and maybe something useful in the future."

The dream continued from there. But in the morning, she didn't remember any of it.

She did discover that Marcus had dropped her off with that green collar and buttplug still in place, and her face burned as she removed the thing from under her tail, and set the collar aside.

She absently put the collar on again the next night, and tossed and turned a bit, growing quickly sleepy but not able to quite nod off. She was in a daze when her hand retrieved the plug and put it back in place. And the dream began, and she rolled onto all fours, raising her tail for that brass-and-leather strapon to get to work again...