The smell of bacon sizzling woke her up well before the alarm clock. Slowly getting up as she looks outside to see the sun starting to rise; Frieda looked glum as the dream she was having had to end so soon. Dreaming of her, Eric and Spencer looking over a plot of land as they design their dream home. With emphasis on the master bedroom looking out into the woods; complete with a sliding glass door to ensure quick entry and egress. Frieda smiled as the idea of having the ceiling done in mirror tiles elicited a look of shock from the architect they met with.
Alas the dream ended there. Stretching as she made her way to her private bathroom; Frieda sighed as she looked back to her bed.
“Sleeping alone is no fun anymore,” Frieda speaking to no one in particular; her thoughts were interrupted when she hears some moaning and growling. Knowing where it was coming from; Frieda quickly heads to her bathroom to do her morning business.
******
Ooooh Benton,” Amanda purring; “now that was fun.”
Benton just growled as he had his paws cupping Amanda’s furry waist as she bobs up and down his feline member. Waking up to see Amanda teasing his member, he looked at her funnily as she casually remarked “it’s a shame to let good wood to go to waste.” Benton watched as Amanda climbed on top of him; watching as the were-panthress lowered herself onto him; Amanda’s moaning signaling that his feline penis is lodged firmly in her. With her hips gyrating and furry breasts bouncing about as she grinds on Benton’s crotch. The scene causes Benton to grip tighter with his paws as he starts thrusting in unison; growling as the pleasurable feelings of rutting start welling up in him. Amanda yowling as she clamps down on Benton; the barbs on his member flexing and digging in as he releases his seed in her.
“Now what brought this on,” Benton looking at his wife enjoying the moment; “not that I’m complaining mind you.”
“Hmmmm,” Amanda opening her eyes; “you went to bed still angry last night. We never had our usual fun last night…”
“Okay,” Benton helping Amanda off of him; “I can understand that. I was pissed after Lance called in regards to what Jack Crawford is scheming, but still why rut now?”
“To make sure you start the day in a good mood silly,” Amanda purring as she got out of bed; “now let’s see what Ethel has cooking other than the bacon I’m smelling.”
*****
Minutes later both Amada and Benton arrived in the kitchen; both sporting smiles on their muzzles as they sat down on some stools.
“And you two think I’m noisy with Eric and Spencer,” Frieda scoffing as Benton and Amanda turn to see their daughter already in the kitchen. “Heard you just as I started smelling bacon.”
“Never you mind,” Amanda pouring some coffee for both herself and Benton; “just eat your breakfast.”
“We’ll have ours in the dining room,” Benton taking his cup of coffee; “be sure to give yourself plenty of time to get ready for school Frieda.”
Benton doesn’t see the tongue sticking out of his daughter as he and Amanda walk to the dining room. Seeing their butler George already setting the table for them as they sit down. Next to Benton’s plate was a stack of newspapers that caught his eye.
“Your brother had them sent over,” George remarked; “said you would get a kick out of reading them today.”
“All of them or just a specific article,” Benton grabbing the Gazette.
“I’m not sure,” George responding; the front pages for most of them are commenting on Frederick Parker and our town though.”
“I see that,” Benton grumbling; “I guess that was bound to happen.”
“Which means the were-alert is being extended,” Amanda grabbing a newspaper from Seattle and looking through it.
“Oh,” Benton perking up; “the article on the Crawford’s is in the Gazette.”
“There is also one in this paper,” Amanda reading the society pages; “check the rest Benton.”
Putting down the Gazette, Benton grabs the next newspaper; an edition from Portland, Benton’s eyes go wide as it also has the same Crawford Expose in it. Riffling through all the papers, Benton notices they all have the Expose written by Ella; even the Wall Street Journal.
“Tell Ethel,” Benton looking really please; “I’ll have eggs benedict.”
“Of course,” George seeing Benton reading the paper with glee; “and for you Amanda?”
“The same,” Amanda completely engrossed in the same article; “but with extra hollandaise sauce.”
“With the exception of the Journal,” Benton looking at the newspapers; “all of these papers are from the west coast.”
“What are you getting at,” Amanda pausing to sip her coffee; “isn’t this enough? What more do you want?”
*******
After breakfast and reading the various papers that Lance had sent over; Benton was in jovial mood for a change. Wearing his usual attire of a business suit, despite getting more casual wear thanks to Frieda on Sunday; Benton was waiting for Frieda to finish getting ready for her first of school after summer break.
“Hurry up Frieda,” Amanda shouting; “you’re going to be late.”
“It’s only the first day,” Frieda coming down the stairs; “most if not everyone will be late.”
Seeing his daughter wearing a yellow summer skirt with a matching blouse and white knee high socks; Benton just shakes his head as he ushers Frieda to the garage.
“Let’s pick up your friends and drop you all off at school,” Benton heading to the town car; “before I’m late for work.”