She excitedly bounced in the door with a package in her hand. I looked it over. “What do you have there?”

“New pajamas! Some asshole ruined my last set.” I smirked at the thought of that. The expensive silks she liked to wear. They were elegant and laid on her body in the most thrilling way. The thin straps held up the fabric just enough to give a tasteful eyeful of cleavage.

At least they did until I had snapped them and torn them off her in a fit of passion. “Not like you complained at the time.”

She gave me a smug look. “Well, I had you in mind when I bought this.” My curiosity was piqued. I had admittedly not been kind to her nightwear. I preferred tearing when unbuttoning would do. Ripping seams apart instead of sliding them over her head.

“Oh, something fun for me?” I licked my lips, tantalized by the mystery.

“Oh, quite the opposite. Something so I can get some sleep! You wait here; I’ll show you.”

She slipped into the bathroom, and I impatiently paced, trying to decide what exactly she meant. She came out with her robe on and obviously some clunky fabric underneath. “And what is under that, exactly?”

As she moved, I saw orange and black tiger stripes peaking below the hem wrapped around her legs. What was it? “I always wanted one of these when I was a kid. And now I have it. Couldn’t believe they made these for adults! But behold! The outfit is so unsexy that it will make you softer than a bunny!”

She opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. Then she lifted the hood over her hair. A full-body onesie. Tiger stripes and a large white belly that ran from over her tits down to her hips. The hood had adorable little ears, and as she spun, a long cloth tail bounced through the air. And under her chin, there was a zipper that ran down to the crotch.

“Speechless I see!” She seemed proud of herself. She lifted herself up onto her toes and growled at me. “I’m the big scary tiger! No one is gonna fuck me!” She playfully swiped toward me with her curled hand, mimicking a paw.

It was tight across her chest, and I don’t think she realized it fit her form more snugly than she had intended. Not only that, but her nipples pressed against the white fur of the belly, and I swear I could see their darkness. Maybe it was simply believing what I wanted to see.

I wondered if she had any underwear on under there. No need, so why should she? And my mind just went wild.

I imagined the soft fur against my naked body as I spooned her on our bed. I would slide my hand under her arm as she slept, then slowly begin groping her. Feeling her tender breasts through the fuzzy cloth. Oh so gently… at first. I want her to dream of the fondling sensation before she opens her eyes.

Then I would begin grinding myself against her ass, that tail bouncing between my legs as she stirs from slumber. Her heavy eyes squeeze shut as she realizes how horny I’ve made her and how desperately she’s going to be fucked.

And then I would move on to the zipper. Oh, that fucking zipper. Squeezing it between my fingers and slowly, so fucking slowly, pulling it downward and splitting open the belly of the tiger. Skinning her fur, one quiet metallic click at a time and revealing those perky tits.

‘Not such a big, scary tiger without your coat,’ I would whisper to her. And then I would pinch her nipples and make her cry out as I start sliding my dick up and down her, leaving trails of precum matted on the backside of her pelt.

‘Such a damp little kitty,’ I would tease her while sliding my hand down her belly. My fingers surrounded by fur, the gentle and smooth sensation of the faux fabric on the back and her coarse bush on the front.

I would sit up, pulling her into my lap. Letting her rock against me as I play the bully and lightly abuse her tits the way that I know drives her wild. The other hand would plunge between her thighs and make her moan a sultry tune of lust and need to me until I can’t hold myself back.

The onesie is too cute to take off her completely. No, I would cut a hole in the seam between her legs. Large enough to accommodate my invading cock. Sliding it through two layers of glorious fuzzy textures and into the welcoming honeypot as it pulsed with need.

I just don’t know what I would do first. Throw her on her back, watching her exposed breasts bounce as I thrust into her. Her eyes poking out from under her hood and begging me for more. Or maybe bent over the bed, my hand over her mouth as I rail my jungle cat into submission as she clawed at the sheets. Either way, she would be getting fucked twice.

“HELLO! Wake up! Has the supreme chasteness of my tiger jams broken your brain?” She stuck out her tongue.

I shook my head, pulling myself into the present. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only a completely debased pervert would get off on that thing.”

“Ha! I know. And I’ve got work early tomorrow, and I’ll finally arrive fresh as a daisy!”

She kissed me on the nose and skipped out of the room.

My poor girl, it seems tonight I would have to remind her what a completely debased pervert I am. She’s going to be tired tomorrow.