As William and Martha Anderson curled up against each other as they caught their breaths before starting their second round, his vulpine member still hard and buried deeply within his werevixen, he nuzzled her neck before staring into her eyes. The noses of each other's furry fox muzzle almost touching each other.
"I've been thinking about that check of Benton Knight's Tachibana gave us," he said.
"Oh?" said Martha, more interested in the comforting weight of her man against her, his furry chest pressing against the hard nipples of her breasts.
"What would you say to opening a separate savings account with it? When the boys are old enough, we can use the interest to send them through college and still have the principal to draw upon if needed," he suggested.
"Whatever you want to do with it darling," said Martha, while wrapping her legs around the lower half of his body. "Now fuck the hell out of me!" she demanded.
"With pleasure my love," replied William, even as he started thrusting in and out of his wife again to initiate another series of intense orgasms between them.
MEANWHILE...
After seeing his younger brother politely out the door for the night, Benton Knight locked up the main house of his large estate the best he could.
Whatever happens, I've got to at least replace the security personnel, he realized, before making his way upstairs.
Walking past his daughter's room, he saw no light coming from underneath it, and his sensitive werepanther ears heard no noise coming from behind the closed door, so naturally assumed Frieda was asleep.
While essentially correct, Benton was unaware that she had stayed up to Skype-chat with Eric Anderson and Spencer Lawson first, and was just now falling asleep, dreaming contently of the three of them in both platonic and more erotic situations as her gray werepanthress tail occasionally twitched happily in her sleep.
Alone in the huge master bedroom he usually shared with his wife, Benton quickly stripped off his outer attire and released his fursona. It was a lonely gray furred werepanther that crawled into the empty bed, for his wife Amanda was still in Moon Lake General Hospital recovering from contaminated Civet Coffee.
Staring at the ceiling for a while, wondering what life had in store for him tomorrow, Benton rolled over onto Amanda's side of the bed, smelled her lingering scent, and fell into a fitful sleep.
ELSEWHERE...
Lance Knight was tired. It had been a long day between being the Editor-In-Chief of The Moon Lake Gazette as well as overseeing the other holdings that comprised Knight Media; along with dealing with Elders' Council business and family matters.
He would stay in Moon Lake General Hospital overnight tomorrow to be tested to make sure he would not suffer from bi-polar disorder like his older brother Benton was. Whether or not Frieda would be allowed to be tested too, let alone when, remained to be seen; for his parents were coming back to Moon Lake later that week, and among Benton's sins was the fact they had yet to even meet their granddaughter.
As he started to pull into the driveway of his house, Lance was surprised but quite happy to see Lila Carpenter's motorcycle in front of his garage door, with the woman herself coming back from his front door.
"Are you all right?" she asked, coming up directly to him and putting her arms around Lance.
"I am now," he replied, holding her close. Lance would not deny how comforting the presence of the weretigress was in his arms.
"I got worried when you never called, and not knowing when would be a good time to call you, came over. I left a note on your front door and was about to leave," she explained.
"I was going to call you after I got in and settled for the night, if it wasn't too late," said Lance, to which Lila just gave him a funny look.
"We're weres. When is it too late at night?" she asked.
"Good point," he agreed, before kissing her. Then Lance could not suppress a yawn.
"You know what I really need more than anything else right now?" he asked her, looking deeply into Lila's eyes. "A good cuddler and listener."
"I happen to excel at both," she purred, looking up at him. "Just let me grab my overnight bag from the back of my bike," added Lila, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before running to the back of her motorcycle.
Lance could not help watching the lady's graceful movements and smile. The way things are starting to develop between us, maybe I should seriously start considering giving her a key to the house. Then again, I'm not sure where Lila lives to begin with, he realized; but all that didn't matter at the moment as she came back to him, grabbed his hand with her free one, and led Lance to his front door.