Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for two years
and one month as of this chapter.

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Halloween was coming up. Not one of Thomas Adriani's favorite
holidays, but his wife seemed to get into it. She showed him her
costume, hung from a plastic hanger and clipped together. Very
black and very revealing. A 'sex witch' she called it, complete with
gothic jewelry. "Wanna see me in it now?" she teased, dangling the
hanger from eye level.

"Why ruin the fun on Halloween?" he replied, though he wanted to say
'yes'. She placed the costume back in the closet.

"I think I picked a very good costume, don't you?" Being a bat, her
options were almost always limited.

He asked, "you plan on practicing any magic in that thing?"

"Sex witch, sex magic..."

Rouge untied the belt of her robe, crawling onto bed. Hands went
under her husband's shirt, feeling upward as she tugged it over his
head, tossing it onto the floor. Flattening against him, Rouge began
to kiss his chest, moving in a circle, licking one of his nipples.

"Remember our first time?" he asked, pausing her affections.

"I do," she said, "peeling each other's clothes off without a
thought to what we were doing..."

"Touching and groping," he added. "Like we'd never done it before.
But we hadn't, either of us... not like now."

She resumed her slow kisses. "We've refined the act, with each
other, with ourselves. No shyness between us."

"Then you won't mind when I say that I wanna lick you out?" He
looked in her eyes, waiting for an answer.

Tossing her robe free, Rouge sat against the headboard. "Your tongue
wants to play? Then I'm happy to help!" The bat parted her legs,
allowing him room. Tom's face met her pussy, kissing the inner
thighs to get her going. He could see her swelling up from the
excitement.

She lurched forward on her butt, tail poking flat with the sheets.
Feeling dirty, Tom licked along her tail, tongue rubbing the
ticklish area. She laughed, turning to moans as he started licking
between the lips, wasting no time with foreplay. She was ready.
Sucking hard, kissing her vagina, Tom stuck his tongue inside.

She tasted good.

Tom pulled back the flap of skin over her clitoris. "You ready?" he
asked.

She replied, "you know it! Don't hold back!" His tongue began to
dance. She felt his taste buds grind over her bump. Most women would
probably scream from such direct pressure, but Rouge loved the
sensation. He licked furiously, her juices leaking out. He wanted to
taste every bit. She screamed in pleasure, hands gripping his head
to push it in closer to her.

Grabbing one of her feet, he began to gently tickle. She wasn't sure
if she should keep moaning or if she should giggle. Rouge seemed to
do both at once. The bat was not sure why she liked her feet tickled,
but it seemed to get her off when she was close to orgasm. It
didn't matter. Her legs drew up as she squirted, wetting his face
as she let out a howl of delight.

Her lungs sucked in air as Tom wiped his face off on the blankets.
"You're ticklish!" he teased, holding onto her foot.

"So what?" she smirked.

He continued, "and it makes you cum!" Running a finger gently up and
down the bottom of her foot, he brushed across her toes. She smiled,
trying not to laugh. Licking her foot now, she barely held in. His
spit only made things worse, getting dirtier. Rouge's toes curled as
he placed a hand on her, rubbing away on his wife's clit. Rouge was
chuckling loudly, moans breaking in as she neared a second orgasm.

Legs clamped down tight as she let out, cumming in almost record time.
Her knees bent, taking the foot away, but she didn't care. She was
already past the point of climax. Regaining her composure, Rouge
sprang forward as he rose, grabbing his pants. She pulled his dick
out. It was already hard.

"Wanna do it slow or fast?" he asked.

She didn't answer, instead choosing to stroke him furiously. "You
don't look like you can hold it in, Tom!" His back arched as he
came, globs of sperm shooting out onto his wife's chest and stomach.
She grinned, looking down at the mess. "Bath time!"

"You are a messy girl," he scolded, lifting her in his arms.

She responded, "even baths can get dirty! Just WAIT until my cunt
stops buzzing, I'm gonna screw you til we pass out, Tom!"

Hosting her for a kiss, he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way!"