Evan and Maggie Lawson were together in bed; enjoying the privacy of them being alone. Each got home from work at roughly the same time, which made for a romantic moment as each removed the other’s clothes and shift into their fursonas. For Evan, it was a black furred werewolf, while Maggie was a black furred were-panther/feline hybrid. Each running upstairs to explore each other’s furry bodies; running their paws all up and down as they passionately kissed each other.
Maggie smiling as she climbs on the bed; flicking her tail to one side, exposing her sex. It was clear she wanted to be mounted and rutted by her husband. Evan growling, keen on his wife’s entrance winking seductively at him; her juices causing her swollen and aroused lips to glisten and slightly drip. His lupine rod clearly at the ready; he needed no encouragement as he got behind his wife and rammed his rod in her. Wrapping his paws around her abdomen as he eagerly thrusts in and out of her; the tip of his rod touching Maggie’s cervix as he knotted her in the first plunge.
“Oooooh,” Maggie purrs; gyrating her hips in unison; “fill me up love. Give me your seed.”
“Give it time,” Evan growling; “I’ll cum eventually. Just enjoy my probing.”
Maggie sighs as she loses herself into the moment; unable to move, with her husband on top of her. Not that she wanted to move other than participating in being bred. Maggie stopped taking he were-birth control pills yesterday; certain that her ovaries ovulated and expelled an egg, she was determined to rut with her husband as long as possible until she knew for certain that a cub is growing in her womb.
Being brought back to reality; Maggie starts to pant and yowl as her body clamps down and massages, Evans shaft locked in her. Feeling the moment come; Maggie arches her back and yowls in delight, just as Evan howls, his release spilling in her, being eagerly accepted into her womb.
“Oh that felt good Evan,” Maggie purrs; “but I still want more from you.”
“I’m all for giving you my seed Maggie,” Evan still mounted and locked in his wife; “but let’s get something to eat first. Then will go back to rutting until we know for sure you’re pregnant.”
*******
With both Nate and Eric Anderson off having their own fun; William and Martha Anderson decided before they left for work to invite Dawn and Douglas Hale over for dinner and a little after dinner fun. Dawn and Douglas each were-foxes as well and swingers; they are member of the same den William and Martha are a part of. Each preparing supper, William grilling up some rib steaks and whole onions; while Martha prepared a raw vegetable salad of cucumbers, carrots, radishes, with cherry tomatoes and light dressing. William bringing the steaks inside; smelling that they are at the perfect spot between rare and medium rare along with the grilled onions. He strips and assumes his were-fox fursona, eager for the fun he and Martha had planned tonight.
“What time will, Dawn and Douglas arrive,” Martha asking her husband as he set the table for dinner.
“Any time now,” William smiling; “why ask? Are you hoping to get a quickie before they arrive?”
“You wish,” Martha grinning; she as well stripping and letting her were-vixen fursona come out; “you put our clothes away while I finish up in here.”
“You want to invite them to join us at the were-club tomorrow evening,” William asking as he heads upstairs to toss his and Martha’s clothes on the bed.
“Sure,” Martha answering; “but let’s have tonight for the four of us first. We’ll ask them later on alright?”
“Sounds like a plan,” William heading back downstairs; seeing his were-vixen mate, William couldn’t resist a kiss as he embraces his wife. Holding each other and swapping spit; the doorbell rings
*****
Martin and Melissa Stovall spend most of day sitting on the sofa hugging each other as they slowly came to grips that their daughter Julie was given a hundred and fifty year sentence. Spending time looking at old photographs of their daughter during the early good years; Martin could not help but hug his wife from behind; his hands resting on her belly. A belly that will soon swell with their second child, for Melissa is about two weeks pregnant.
As Melissa slowly stirs from her dreamless slumber; seeing her husband embracing her in a protective manner, she could not help but smile.
‘Despite our issues of late,’ Melissa slowly getting up; ‘its clear Martin has done a complete turnaround in wanting to save our marriage.’
“Did you sleep well,” Martin noticing Melissa stirring.
“It was peaceful,” Melissa answering; “I’m happy for that. Waking up to see you lovingly embrace me is also pleasing.”
“Then I was wondering if you want to run off with me for a romantic getaway,” Martin asking; “Let’s spend Christmas in Hawaii. A second honeymoon as it were.”
“Now,” Melissa half wanting to get up yet stay snuggled with Martin; “but what about our jobs.”
“To hell with my mayoral duties,” Martin blanching; “I had to turn off my work phone as it wouldn’t stop ringing with news regarding Julie’s sentence. And since,” Martin helping Melissa sit up; “you are your own boss; it’s not as if you can get fired for ditching work now.”
“Interesting,” Melissa answers; “but what about the council, won’t Andrew need you for some thing or another?”
“I called him up while you were sleeping,” Martin gently rocking his wife back and forth; “I told him I was whisking my wife off for a romantic holiday and that he is not to bother me until we got back.”
“And he was ok with it,” Melissa asking.
“After the drama we had the past few days,” Martin letting Melissa get up and following her to the kitchen; “he was surprised we haven’t swam halfway to Hawaii already.”
“You want to swim to Hawaii,” Melissa looking surprised; “why not fly?”
“Because it has been such a long time we had a good frolic in the ocean,” Martin helping Melissa cook some supper; “plus it’s still early in your pregnancy, so no risk to the fetus in shifting into your wer-mer form yet.”
“If we do this,” Melissa speaking; “I want to visit Julie before we go. Despite what she wrote in that hateful letter, I still don’t want to give up on her.”
“Okay,” Martin answering; “I’ll call Andrew to see if we can arraign a visit for tomorrow. Afterwards we head to the same spot we entered the ocean, swimming to visit my family during Thanksgiving but swim west and then south instead of hugging the coast to my brother’s place.”
“We’ll pack light,” Melissa smiling; “I want to make it over their hopefully by dinner then.”
“I’ll call up Andrew now then,” Martin smiling.