Back to early in the afternoon.
Coming home after teaching classes at Moon Lake College; William Anderson was looking forward to a wild night at the were-club with his wife Martha Anderson. With the breakfast he and Martha had with the Hales; William was having a hard time containing his excitement as it strains his pants. The Hales joining the Anderson’s as well as several other swinging couples; tonight was looking to be an exciting evening.
Pulling up to the driveway of his home and running inside; Throwing off his clothes as William eagerly assumes with were-fox fursona. Smelling the air and only detecting the lingering scents of his children as well as their friends; William smiles as his wife’s scent was coming off strong and recent. Swiveling his vulpine ears; William detects faint sounds coming from the bedroom upstairs. Knowing it is his wife napping as he silently walks upstairs; his tail twitching happily as William enjoys the sight of his wife sleeping.
Entering the bedroom, William happily growls as he sees Martha sleeping in her were-vixen fursona. Smiling as fur cover’s his wife’s body paws to ears; black fur acting as sock and gloves as the red fur covers the rest of her body. Her chest raising and lowering as Martha quietly breathes; her muzzle eliciting a soft murmur of sound.
William climbing into bed to spoon his wife from behind; his paws caressing Martha’s fur covered breasts as he tickles her nipples. This encourages Martha’s soft murmurs to change into pleasurable moans. Slowly waking up; Martha senses her husband the cause of disturbing her nap; hearing him chuckle as she sniffs the air confirming that William is there, puts a smile on her muzzle.
“Welcome home love,” Martha enjoying William’s foreplay; “did you have a wonderful day professor Anderson?”
“I will now,” William playfully nipping Martha’s vulpine ears; “now that you’re awake and so easily aroused.”
“So a little fun before the main event then,” Martha murmuring; “you know I love having you fill me. But,” Taking her husband’s paws off her breasts and placing them on her firm and toned abdomen; “how about you join me for a brief nap instead; we’ll have plenty of time for fun and I want to be fully refreshed.”
“But I’m just too excited to wait love,” William eliciting a fox like whine; “just a quick rut?”
“No,” Martha snuggling against her bond mate; “just snuggle and dream of happy thoughts love, we’ll have our moment at the were-club don’t you fret.”
‘But I want nookie,’ William thinking to himself. Yet feeling his wife burry herself in his embrace was pleasurable in its self. The feeling of her fur brushing up against his and hearing her coo in his loving embrace; William can’t help but growl in contentment as he adjusts himself to embrace Martha even more as they spoon, drifting off in the process.
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“So what are you going to do mom,” Frances looking at Angelica; “you just can’t do nothing?”
“I have time,” Angelica smiling; “my cancer won’t kill me tomorrow, and my doctor is having me undergo a radical new treatment for were’s with cancer. It’s still experimental.”
“I know of the treatment,” Frances look souring; “don’t tell me your doctor is Marcus Huntington? Dad how could you allow that quack to treat mom,” Frances looking at Joseph; “you know he is a bottom feeding were-rat that should of had his medical license pulled years ago.”
“He approached Angelica before I could stop him,” Joseph grumbling; “it was your mother’s decision, much to Tora Tachibana’s reticent and my displeasure.”
“Tora Tachibana is mom’s doctor,” Frances looking relieved; “So how did Marcus get his whiskers into this?”
“That is none of your business,” Angelica speaking up; “all you need to know is if the treatment takes, I’ll be around for longer than six months.”
Frances could not get that conversation out of her head; even as she pulled into the driveway of her home. Sighing as Samantha still has yet to arrive home; Frances gets out of her car.
“Marcus,” Frances seething while talking to herself; “if you harm my mother or scam my parents in any way, you will find out how vicious this were-cat can get.”
Heading inside her home and seeing Ben’s clothes tossed all over the place; Frances cannot help but shake her head as she bends down to pick up his mess.
“I guess you told Alex of your new job,” Frances chuckling; silently heading upstairs to place the clothes next to his room’s door. Place an ear to Ben’s door; Frances smiles as she hears her adoptive son and Alex softly snoring as they nap. Heading to the master bedroom, Frances quickly removes her clothes and assumes her were-cat fursona. Auburn fur covering her body as a tail quickly extends from her spine; Frances collapses onto the bed feeling the need to be cuddled. Texting Samantha and asking her to hurry up and get home; Frances soon falls into a fitful slumber.
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Back in her office; Samantha Twist the mayor pro-tem was just coming to grips with her announcement running for mayor.
“Martin,” Samantha sighing; “did I do the right thing? Why do I feel so sick to my stomach?”
“The queasiness will pass,” Martin answering; “it’s just nerves. As to your first question,” Martin looking at Samantha; “you’ll make a good mayor. You just got to remain focused on your platform and not get baited into mudslinging campaign.”
“Easier said than done,” Samantha sighing; “I know my opponent once dated Nate Anderson and I meet her last year during thanksgiving at the Anderson’s. I overheard her talking to Nate about her escort work,” Samantha looking at Martin; “if that got leaked to the press…”
“Better it is done by third parties,” Martin answering; “if you state that in front of cameras and on record without proof.”
“It’s slander,” Samantha sighing; “but her husband has the resources to fund a dirty campaign if necessary. What do I have?”
“You have the elder council,” Martin smiling; looking at his phone to see Melissa calling him; “despite what you may think, the council does have weight. If Jack Crawford of Kenya starts to slander or defame you, they will step in. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Martin finishing; “my wife is calling me.”
Samantha watches as martin leaves her office; listening as Martin talks to his pregnant wife. Her own phone vibrating as a message shows up. Seeing it’s from her wife Frances; Samantha decides that it is time head home. Leaving the office and letting her secretary know that she is heading home; Samantha gets into her car and drives off. Getting home minutes later, Samantha enters through the front door. Heading upstairs and not bothering to check on Ben; She quickly assumes her were-cat fursona upon entering the master bedroom. Seeing Frances already in her fursona; Samantha quickly climbs into bed to snuggle and comfort her life partner.