A+H Club 2 (Patreon)

@Gotriss requested that I continue the A+H Club fanfic that I started earlier this month. Okay... but you're really not gonna like where this is going...

Content warning: NSFW! NSFW! NSFW!

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“Am I your friend?” echoed Adrian. She wanted to say yes, obviously, if Chaz only did favors for his friends, but how could she honestly say that when this was the most they’d ever spoken? “Well… I’d like to be your friend.”

Chaz stared at her a long while before the corners of his mouth finally turned up in a smile. “Cool,” he said. “A man could always use more friends.”

An especially sharp pain radiated across Adrian’s guts and she grimaced. Chaz frowned. He reached into the side pocket of his jacket and pulled out a brown pill bottle with a white cap. Taking a moment to remove the child-resistant cap, he plucked out a single white tablet before putting the bottle back in his pocket.

Adrian stared at the pill laying in his right palm like a death-row criminal might look at a letter from the governor. Chaz rested his open hand on the couch’s armrest but made no effort to offer the pill to her. She didn’t know what to say. Was he giving it to her or not?

She hurt. She wanted it. She needed it.

So, she climbed from her corner of the sofa and up onto her knees. Chaz stared at her the whole time; his palm still open on the far side of the couch. When he didn’t react, she put her right hand on his shoulder and slowly reached across him with her left, but just as her outstretched fingers were about to pluck the Oxycontin from his palm, he rolled his fingers closed, forming a meaty fist.

The kangaroo froze. Her face was only inches from his and she became keenly aware of his scent—menthol cigarettes on his jacket, Old Spice deodorant, a shampoo she recognized but couldn’t name, a hint of Scope still hanging on his warm breath, dog sweat. Had he changed his mind? Should she scoot back to her side of the sofa? Should she ask him for it? She certainly wasn’t going to try and pry open his fingers, if that was what he imagined.

“Y’know…” he said quietly. Then he reached up with his free hand and slowly lifted the near end of the towel she had draped across her neck. She didn’t stop him, and soon he had peeled it away and let the damp cloth fall to the carpet beside his feet. “Most gals that call themselves my friend … they ain’t so much the button-down type…”

Adrian’s eyes opened wide. She wasn’t wearing a button-down, obviously, but despite Chaz’s clumsy metaphor, she instantly understood what he was implying—he wanted her to unzip her hoodie.

“Uh…” she whispered, unsure what to do. Had he just been some stranger at a bar, she’d have told him that she was married, but Chaz was well aware. So, just how badly did she want his help?

Kneeling there tensed her abdominals and another painful spasm rippled through her guts until it radiated up her spine.

She wanted his help very badly. She needed it.

“You, um…” Adrian whispered, afraid to turn her face toward his. “You wouldn’t mention this to Wyatt, would you?”

“Of course not, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “What friends do ain’t none of his business.”

Adrian swallowed. Her heart raced. She laid her hand down on his fist—surprised at how warm he was to the touch—then shifting her weight, she took her other hand from his shoulder. Despite the game playing in the background, the jagged staccato as she slowly unzipped her sweatshirt seemed nearly deafening.

At last, the zipper fell free of its slider, and her sweatshirt swung open, draping from her sides like a blanket beneath a horse’s saddle.

For a moment, Chaz didn’t move. Then he leaned slightly forward until his lips brushed her cheek. “That’s much nicer, Adrian,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and nuzzled her again.

Now his free hand was reaching beneath her, and she closed her eyes as his fingertip trailed slowly up and down her stomach, from the brim of her pouch to the bottom of her solar plexus and back. She swallowed and tried to quiet her thoughts.

On one shoulder, an angel scolded her, reminding her of her vows to her husband. On the other shoulder, the devil took the form of a single white tablet, an escape from her pain for maybe half a day or more.

“Such soft fur, baby,” he murmured while he kissed her cheek. Then his finger was touching her, then his palm. He slid his hand forward across her belly fur until he gently cupped her bare breast. Chaz kissed the edge of her jawbone, her neck.

One part of Adrian’s mind wanted to cover up, to run back to the bedroom and lock the door, to hide until Wyatt could make it home and rescue her.

But another part … another part of her appreciated Chaz’s gentleness, his sensuality. He was making her feel attractive and wanted—some emotions she’d been in short supply of lately. This part of her mind only wondered if Wyatt would be angry with her, or if he’d just be so relieved that Chaz decided to help that he wouldn’t wonder why.

So, she hung there, hovering above him as he kissed her, as he touched her. She sighed softly and let her head hang limp from her neck.

Then Chaz leaned forward and grabbed her by the hips. She squeaked and he lifted her up almost effortlessly and set her butt down on his knees, facing him.

“So…?” she whispered, self-consciously fiddling with the edges of her open sweatshirt until they covered her nipples.

Chaz stuck out his tongue and set the pill on top of it.

Adrian’s heart fell. Please don’t take that! Please don’t take that! she silently begged him as she stared at the white tablet resting on a bed of soft pink.

But he didn’t swallow it. So, after another moment of hesitation, she leaned forward, and opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around his tongue and gently scraped the pill away with her incisors.

Chaz was trying to kiss her, but Adrian was frantically attempting to dry-swallow the painkiller before he could change his mind. At last, she forced it down and collapsed against him in relief. The pill would take a few minutes to dissolve in her stomach, but just knowing she’d feel a respite from the pain was a huge comfort in itself.

She thanked him with her kiss, and he returned it with renewed passion.

As they kissed, his hands slipped inside her open hoodie and gently caressed her breasts, appreciating their firmness, their perfect shape. He slid his thumbs across her nipples until they stood erect.

Chaz pulled his lips from hers and lowered them to her chest. She rested her cheek against the top of his head while he sucked on her right nipple, all the while, his fingers continued to caress her.

She didn’t want to enjoy the experience, but she did. Adrian felt so grateful, and his gentle, passionate touch was appreciated. And for some reason, knowing that she was sneaking around behind Wyatt’s back gave her an unexpected thrill.

When Chaz finished with her right nipple, he moved to her left, but his hand left her chest and slid down between the legs that straddled his thighs, and with the side of his index finger, he gently stroked the soft fur covering her lips, teasing her.

Adrian moaned softly. Her clitoris plumped and bulged slightly from between her labia, so his finger just barely touched the soft, warm skin with each slow motion.

Now her fur was growing damp. Chaz turned his finger longways, so it nestled between her lips. He gently stroked her clit, and with each soft caress, he let his fingertip slide a little farther between her labia, just barely inside her.

Adrian gasped and he grinned, laying back into the couch. He put his hands to her hips, and with one smooth motion, he pulled her toward him while he slid forward to meet her. She bent and kissed him again while he rocked her hips slowly back and forth so that the exposed tip of his rock-hard penis rubbed against silky, wet skin.

With one hand, she reached down and let her fingers encircle his girth. The kangaroo tilted her hips forward and back with each stroke, grinding into him, trying to push back his sheath and expose more hard flesh.

Her head was feeling light, though not from the drug—a single pill would only ease the pain, not leave her high—but from the stimulation and the emotional connection the two were sharing. Though she fretted about what she was doing. His canine dick was huge and thick—far more so than that of a kangaroo like her husband. She was curious what it might feel like to push him up inside of her, but she was also frightened, not certain that she could even take him without experiencing real pain.

Adrian released a shuddering breath as the surfaces they shared grew wet and slippery. She whispered in his ear, “Hey Chaz, let me take care of that for ya.” He didn’t respond, but she climbed off of his lap and then knelt down beside him. With her fingers, she eased his sheath back until his bulging knot was struggling for escape, then she licked up his length a few times before wrapping her lips around him.

She eased her head slowly down, forcing his length up inside her muzzle. Then she slid her tongue back and forth across her mouth, caressing him. She raised her head and then slid back down on him.

Chaz reached out with his long, left arm and slid a finger between her legs, so she opened up her stance, spreading her knees and raising her tail as she granted him access. He slid his index finger inside her and she inhaled a sudden breath. The pit bull’s fingers were short and broad—broader than a kangaroo penis certainly as those tended to be long, flat, and narrow prehensile appendages that tapered to a point. Though he didn’t force himself inside her, she could tell that her muscular tunnel was being stretched to its limit.

Oh jeez, thought Adrian in a panic, I really hope he’s not expecting sex—or to get rough with that thick finger! That Oxycontin hasn’t had a chance to work yet. So, she decided to step up her pace and satisfy him quickly before he could expect much more from her. It was a strategy that worked reliably when Wyatt was peaking and her insides ached, i.e. regularly.

But as she sped up, Chaz laid his free hand upon her head, his fingers sliding between her locks of wet hair. He didn’t force her down on him, like she might have expected her husband to do, but he supplied a little pressure with each upward stroke, slowing her down, making it clear that he wanted her to go nice and slow.

Adrian slowed her pace back down, and Chaz stopped forcing her, letting her do it her own way so long as she was taking her time. Up and down, up and down, while his length travelled in and out of her long muzzle. She tightened her lips around him. She used her tongue to press his dick against the roof of her mouth to increase the simulation. But without picking up her pace, she felt like she was merely idling. Wyatt would have climaxed long ago under this sort of assault—cum in her face and rolled over to get some sleep, leaving her to wash the sticky mess from her fur and hair.

But Chaz was giving her no indication that he was nearly done or was even getting close. He just laid there with one finger up inside her, occasionally exhaling in a sigh or whispering a gentle, “Oh, yeah.” So, she settled into the task, pacing herself. The pill was finally starting to take effect and her guts no longer hurt, but she was starting to get tired—not only from the repetitive exercise, but the painkillers always made her sleepy.

Bored, Adrian began rocking her hips up slightly with each bob down his length and then tilted them back once more as she raised her head. His finger was sliding easier inside her now that her muscles had relaxed, and she was quite enjoying the sensation. Chaz nuzzled the pad of his thumb between her wet folds, so it rested against her clit, and with each buck of her hips, she rubbed herself against him. Now, he curled his finger, pressing the pad a little harder and rubbing the slightly rougher texture of her g-spot.

In the past, Adrian had never really cared for guys touching her g. Though pleasant, the stimulation made her feel like she needed to pee, but today, she was really getting into it. She rocked her hips harder and harder, grinding on him while her muzzle worked his length. She forced his finger deeper inside her until juices started running down his wrist.

Adrian was getting close now and was not interested in dragging it out any longer. She bobbed her head hard and fast against him, ignoring his efforts to slow her down. Her muscles clenched as she climaxed, squeezing his finger hard with each throb. She bucked, accidentally scraping her teeth along his dick—not hard, but perhaps just hard enough. His fingers curled in her hair and he gripped her while he shot load after load of hot, slick mess into her mouth.

Adrian sucked it up, trying to keep it from getting on his shiny shirt or expensive jacket, and swallowed it all down.

Eventually, their climaxes slowed and then stopped. Adrian carefully disengaged herself from him at both ends and laid her head in his lap, Chaz’s slowly wilting penis across the side of her muzzle. He looked down at her and she up at him. She smiled. “Not what I expected of the day,” she said with a yawn.

“No complaints from me,” he said.

She planted a peck of a kiss along the side of his dick and they shared a tender moment while he moved her hair from her eyes. “You feelin better, Adrian?” he asked.

She nodded. “Sleepy.”

“Yeah, I bet,” he said. Then Chaz scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on top of the covers and they shared a tender kiss before he left the room.

Adrian drifted—not quite asleep, not quite awake—until she heard Wyatt return. From the next room, she could hear the two men argue.

“This is what … nine pills?” shouted Wyatt.

“Ten,” said Chaz, clearly with more self-control. “Adrian took one. She’s sleeping it off.”

“You promised me twenty, you bastard!”

“I said twenty to fuck your wife,” said Chaz. “She sucked me off, so there’s ten.”

Adrian died a little inside.

“Well, get in there and fuck her,” said her husband. “I want the rest of what you promised.”

“Nah, I’m good,” grunted Chaz. The front door squeaked open before he added, “And ya know what? Fuck you, Wyatt. Don’t come around my place no mo.”

The door slammed and then there was a moment of silence, but when Adrian looked up, Wyatt stood at the foot of bed, pissed as he always seemed to be these last couple years—more pissed than usual, in fact.

“That fucker gave us nine pills,” he grunted as he paced. “Nine. Fucker.”

“Well, that was nice of him,” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. She felt used by both of them. She just wanted to sleep … or die, frankly.

Then he climbed on top of her, forced himself up between her legs. Adrian didn’t try to stop him. She was already miserable and nothing he could do would make it worse. Besides, when Wyatt was this angry, he needed to get it out. She was just thankful she’d had a pill. It wouldn’t hurt.

She put her hands to his neck and tried to enjoy his scent. She missed how things used to be back when they were dating. He seemed so much less angry back then. He didn’t take his problems out on her, like it was her fault somehow.

Wyatt finished almost as soon as he began. He laid on top of her for a moment and then rolled off to lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling. She could tell he was still fuming, a powder keg looking for a match.

Adrian rolled on her side and ran a fingertip gently along his chest. “Don’t fret, hon,” she whispered. “You get paid on Friday and we’ll…”

“We still owe on the car repair,” he grunted. “Won’t be shit left after I pay that off.”

“It’ll be okay,” she promised. “You’ll see.”

Then her eyes glanced down to the quickly shriveling ribbon of pink between his legs. “Ugh,” she groaned, “I really hate it when you leave the condom up inside me. I know it’s a bad time, but I’d really appreciate—”

Wyatt rolled out of bed, turning his back on her. “Out of condoms,” he huffed.

“What?” she gasped, sitting up. She ran her fingers between her legs, and they came back wet, coated with cum.

“Yeah, we ran out like a week ago,” he said as he stomped off to the bathroom.

“But Wyatt—!” she whined.

He turned to her, shouting, “I said we’re out!” Then he slammed the door so hard that a framed photo fell from the wall, leaving her alone with the sound of breaking glass.

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