France’s and Samantha where busy enjoying the two small kittens that Samantha brought over from the animal shelter; both from the same litter one a male the other a female. After having a lite lunch with Samantha and spending the afternoon consoling and comforting her life part as she explained her nightmare, Frances was getting sleepy. As both kittens snuggle as they sleep; Frances speaks up.
“So what will we name them?”
“Jasmine for the female kitty;” Samantha lightly stroking the sleeping kitten; “Saffron for the male.”
“Why Saffron,” Frances asking; “That’s a spice. Not a typical male name.”
“The eyes,” Samantha looking at the sleeping bundle; “when I picked them out he had these reddish orange eyes. Not typical for a cat. But they were beautiful looking with his white coat of fur.”
“Jasmin and Saffron,” Frances smiles; “we need to take them to the vet tomorrow to get them a checkup; plus kibble and litter. They will need a place to do their business.”
“Way ahead of you their Frances,” Samantha smiles. Opening the fridge she pulls out a small carton labelled cat’s milk; ”the kittens will need to take this for a few weeks. Then we slowly ween them to can food. As for a place for them to do their business, I already made space in our master bath for their litter box.”
“And I don’t get to do anything thing,” Frances pouts.
“You can carry our lovely kitties up to bed,” Samantha smiles.
Back in their bedroom, Frances places the small basket containing the two sleeping kittens on hers and Samantha’s bed; turning around she gets a whiff of fresh cat litter coming from their bathroom.
“Yeah,” Samantha wrinkling her nose at the smell of the litter herself; “it will take some getting used to.”
“Why not get the unscented variety,” Frances getting undressed.
“The kittens need to be trained to use the litter box,” Samantha also getting undressed; “the smell of the litter is supposed to help.” Samantha shifting into her feline fursona; “at least that’s what the attendant at the shelter told me.”
Frances doesn’t answer; also in her feline fursona she picks up the basket with their newest charges and climbs into bed with her life partner. Placing the basket near their heads both snuggle with each other. While they would usually fool around before falling asleep; both silently nodded that it was best not to in fear of scaring the kittens or accidentally harming them with their wild love making. Instead they softly purr while in each other’s embrace as they slowly drift off to sleep.
*****
Evan and Maggie Lawson were sitting at the kitchen table eating a portion of the leftover breakfast feast that they kept. Mike Lawson, Evan’s father was relaxing in the living room watching television munching on a steak sandwich. With Spencer with Eric and Frieda, Evan and Maggie enjoyed the silence. Knowing full well that when Evan finally soundproofs his rec room that those three will quickly be taking it over with their wild passion. Until then the couple enjoyed the silence as they stared in each others eyes. Maggie speaks breaking the quite.
“Mike, why don’t you head over to the Were Club,” Maggie grinning at Evan: “tonight might be your night to find a lonely female in need of a good rut.”
“But this show is interesting,” Mike clearly not interested in moving.
“Suit yourself,” Maggie licking her lips; “But it’s going to get noisy here in the kitchen.”
“Ah dam,” Mike grousing as he sees Maggie starting to play with his son. He gets up and bolts out the door, not interested in hearing another night of passion from his son and daughter in-law.
“Good,” Maggie sitting back done. Looking at Evan; “now we can talk.”
“Talk about what;” Evan mildly curious.
“About us having another baby,” Maggie teases.
Evan looking shocked, “You’re not already?”
“No dear,” Maggie smiling; “besides I took my pill this morning before we all pitched in to cook our lovely breakfast.”
“Oh,” Evan sighing; “But you want another child.”
“Well Spencer has finally found the love of her life,” Maggie collecting the dirty dishes; “It’s clear that she and Eric will get married and have a place of their own.”
“You just don’t want to deal with an empty nest yet,” Evan grinning; “You want to start now?”
“Well that was the ideal,” Maggie kissing her husband; “but we won’t be officially trying until the pill I took this morning wears off.”
“Let’s not forget that we swapped partners last night,” Evan grinning; “we don’t want one of William’s little swimmers beating mine to the prize.”
“So hold off on stop taking the little white pills,” Maggie grinning as she slowly removes her clothes.
“At least for a few days,” Evan grinning as he two starts to undress.
The Andersons and the Lawson have an open marriage. Last night the married couples had group sex and dipped their toes in the waters that are referred to as swinging. It was an enjoyable evening, only marred by being informed of Benton attacking Eric Anderson and Mike Lawson as they along with Spencer, dropped Frieda off at her home. After a short stay at the hospital to make sure there was no lasting damage the entire party came back to continue their sexual activities. Eric and Spencer upstairs, while their parents used the yet to be soundproofed rec room in the basement.
Both Maggie and Evan shift into their fursonas. Evan a werewolf and Maggie a were-panther/feline hybrid; not waiting to take their fun to the bedroom, both Evan and Maggie go right at it in the kitchen. Evan ramming his lupine rod in his wife’s snatch; both howl in joy as the two one the kitchen floor, become one with Evan’s knot quickly lodged in Maggie's sex.
Maggie can feel the rod stretching her walls and making her feel complete. It was a wonderful sensation; made more so as she feels her orgasm hit her the moment Evan howls as his rocket twitches and she feel his seed fill her womb. Moaning and sighing, she fails to notice that as her husband’s knot is still in her; Evan has picked her up while standing. He awkwardly walks to the stairs cradling his wife; planning on continuing their session in the bedroom.