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So here I sit on the roof of my home in the snowy Pennsylvania countryside, waiting patiently like the cat I am for the worst B&E perp in history. I am reminded both by several holiday specials and several sips of brandy, both keeping me warm- spiritually and physically- that it is indeed the season of giving. So here I am, freezing my tail off while I await the red-clad burglar, writing a tale of Yuletide lust, my gift to my readers.

You may be asking, not so rhetorically, “but Zen, I thought you were to old to believe?"

To that, I tell you I have seen him with my own eyes. When I was but a kitten in my olde hometown of Brooklyn, I was awoken around midnight on that special night by a commotion outside. My eyes thence laid upon a sight which I shall never forget; a jolly fat man clad in red running from my neighbor's house down the street. However, instead of welcoming the great giver with open arms, my neighbor appeared to have a bat and was giving chase while his wife shouted, “don't kill him, Joey!" I whispered to myself, “he is real!" Funny, he sounded a lot like Vinnie Esposito from around the corner. Anyway, I digress, please enjoy my story!

Yuletide Surprise

The scent of frankincense and myrrh filled the old church as the incense burner by the priest as he gave a sermon in the crowded building. The normally illuminated stained glass was optically silent as the evening mass went on.

Looking to his lovely wife who sat next to him, Drew admired the vixen's beauty as she sat listening to the priest. Feeling lucky before the bitter taste of guilt pierced his moment as a wash of dread filled the fox. Just a week before while visiting her parents, he succumbed to a moment of weakness when the charm of a marten overcame his better judgment.

The two ran into each other in line at a store while shopping for holiday presents. Seeing each other's haul, they compared their purchases before having coffee at the in-store cafe. Drew couldn't help but notice she never broke eye contact and laughed at his jokes. Soon, she reached over and began lightly running her padded finger over his wedding ring as she rested her head in her other paw, smiling as he recounted an anecdote. Her warm paw rested over his as she leaned forward, shifting slowly in her seat as her lust began to stir.

“You know I wouldn't mind seeing your house. I'm an interior decorator and I'd be interested to see how you have your home set up for the holidays," she raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, I guess that would be ok," he acquiesced.

The two went to his house and after giving her a tour, which she followed closely with every step, she pulled him close for a deep, passionate kiss. One thing led to another and the two were locked in illicit embrace for the remainder of the day. Drew hadn't had such a passionate fling since the early days of his relationship with his wife. While they still had quite a healthy sex life, it had become safe, devoid of the youthful passion they once knew.

Drew spent the days feverishly trying to erase any lingering sign of his affair as he washed the sheets over and over again. “Fuck, this wasn't worth it," he told himself over and over in his head as he tried to eliminate the guilt that now ate away at his core.

After picking up his wife from the airport, he was not only elated to see her, but something in him had awoken as he saw her in a new light. She seemed much more radiant in his eyes and he felt a renewed appreciation for her. Like a new man, he stepped forward and lifted her off the ground as she laughed at the unexpected embrace.

“I'm glad to see you too honey," she giggled after breaking off their heated kiss. The husband wasted no time and finding the first place that offered privacy, ravished her in the back seat of their SUV as the car rocked to the rhythm of their encounter.

Once home, they spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening making love all over the house like a newlywed couple. The vixen remarked about his renewed vigor. Drew replied, “I guess the time apart made me appreciate what we have more."

Beth looked at her husband with a smile, seemingly innocent, but knowing that in the middle of the mass, he could tell in her eyes she had a more carnal thought in her mind. Returning her gaze, anyone bearing witness would only see a loving couple trading loving looks with each other.

Soon, the mass was over as the congregation followed the priest to the exit. Standing outside, the foxes were chatting with a friend when another walked up to the couple.

“Beth, hello! I thought I saw you," a familiar voice rang out as Drew's ear perked up.

His heart raced and his mouth turned bitter as he saw the marten approaching. The vixen turned with a smile, greeting the female.

“Ester, so good to see you! Drew, this is Ester, she's an interior designer. I was thinking of hiring her to redo the house," she sang. All the memories of their encounter that Drew tried to forget flooded his mind as the bottom fell from his world.

“I believe we met already," she replied, putting her paw out. Taking her paw nervously, Drew shook it as the marten gave him a challenging look.

“You have?" Beth asked, looking at her husband with some confusion.

“Yeah, we ran into each other when I was shopping for presents at Bullseye. What are the odds?" he answered, trying his best to laugh off his nervousness.

“Oh, I see. Well, Ester, if you don't mind, I'd like to invite you over for wine and a tour," the vixen offered as she looked at her husband. “Is that ok honey?"

“Uh, sure. I guess that would be ok," his tail fluttered, shedding bits of fur.

The marten followed the couple as they headed to the house she was not entirely unfamiliar with. Checking his rear view mirror, the fox could see her knowing smile as she stayed close behind. Beth hummed along to the holiday music on the radio, blissfully unaware of her husband's recent activities.

After a short drive, they pulled into a driveway of a luxurious house. Holiday lights tastefully decorated the exterior and even the lamposts had red bows tied to them. Ester followed in her car to the garage, parking her car next to the couple's.

“Nice place, it makes me feel like I've been here before," she remarked as she looked over the house, a quick sideways glance to Drew being the only break from her professional demeanor.

“Doesn't it? It's an old colonial and we bought it with having kits in mind," the vixen said as she snuggled up to her husband as a chilling breeze blew.

“Are you sure it's not because you want to have some fun, Drew?" the marten laughed as she shifted her hips.

“Oh no, he wouldn't do that if I asked him to, right honey?" Beth looked lovingly into his eyes.

“Yeah, I only have eyes for you," he said, giving his wife a loving kiss.

“Maybe we should head inside. After all, I don't have a loving, caring, doting husband to keep me warm," Ester smirked, smugly.

The group went inside and the decorator admired the foyer as she began assessing the house. The double staircase was decorated with garland and lights and a tall tree with presents under stood predominantly in the living room to the side. “Double grand stairs, very nice! I would change the bannister to wrought iron. It would open up the possibilities by eliminating the extra white the current ones have while adding some class."

The trio headed to the kitchen where Beth poured three glasses of red wine. Drew played some holiday music on the sound system as the tour resumed.

“Floor vents. These are easily changed," she said as she got on her knees, leaning forward as her knees spread, her silky tail just barely hiding her rump that he had just mere days before been pressed against. The memory had him hypnotized when he felt a paw press to his chest.

“Are you feeling ok, honey? You look a little flush," Beth asked with concern.

“N-no, I'm fine. Probably just the wine getting to me," he laughed.

“Hey, I was thinking we could use this evening to try for kits," she whispered, biting her lip as she ran his hand slowly down to his crotch.

“Really? I think that's a great idea," he answered, kissing her.

“Oh, don't let me be a third wheel if you two have plans," the marten said as she stood up.

“Oh, sorry. No, it's something we're planning for later.

“Oh I'm sure!" she laughed.

The couple brought the tour to the primary bedroom as Ester continued to survey her new job site.

“Oh, honey? Could you get the wine from the kitchen?" Beth asked. Feeling nervous as now the conversation was out of his control, the fox nodded as his heart raced, hoping the worst wouldn't happen away from his watch.

Picking up the bottle, he refilled his glass when a shrill scream echoed from up stairs, causing him to spill the red on the counter. “WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Beth shouted at the top of her lungs.

Knowing what had just happened, he raced upstairs, visions of a fight and the inevitable divorce afterwards running through his mind.

Entering the room, Drew saw Beth with a mixture of hurt and anger on her face as the marten, sitting on the bed, looked down in shame, holding the glass with both paws. As he surveyed the scene, it was obvious what was in store.

“How could you?!" she half-shouted at her husband.

“I'm really…" he started before being interrupted.

“Don't! I'm warning you!" she growled as he quickly shut his maw.

“Beth, I didn't," the marten started before the vixen grabbed her by the hair, yanking it back, Ester's eyes closing as she grimaced, facing what was coming next.

“And YOU!!!" She saved her anger for the interloper.

“You were supposed to wait until I came home," she said in a sudden, softening tone. Beth placed her maw onto hers, wrestling with the other woman's tongue as the fox stood confused by the scene before him.

Breaking the heated kiss, Beth released the other woman's blonde hair, now a luscious tangled mess. The two began giggling before laughing.

“You were supposed to wait until I got home, you little slut!" the vixen playfully pushed the marten back.

“I couldn't help myself, he's too cute!" Ester sat forward, grinning with her teeth at the fox.

“Wait, so…" he began.

“Ester is a friend from high school. Believe it or not, we used to swap boyfriends all the time," Beth explained, embracing her friend.

“Yeah, and the few times we didn't have a boyfriend, we uh, took really good care of each other," Ester added, kissing the vixen.

The marten stood up and sauntered over to the fox, hips swaying and grabbed the fox's belt, pulling him over to the bed and pushed him to sit.

“I bet you're surprised your perfect wife used to be the perfect slut, hmmm?" Ester purred as she straddled the fox, wrapping her hands behind his neck.

“Well, not that we didn't get wild when we first started dating," he looked to his wife with a knowing grin, quickly getting into the mood.

“Oh yeah, like what?" she cooed as she began kissing the red fluff on his neck while she rocked slowly in his lap.

“Well…" he began as he watched Beth slowly unbutton her blouse, her cleavage coming into view as the material loosened. “There was the time we broke into the pool and went skinny dipping."

“Is that all?" the marten pouted at the seemingly tame revelation.

“Nooo… I threw her in the pool and dove in after her. I grabbed her by the legs and pushed her against the wall while the water lapped around us. She asked me how long could I hold my breath," he said in a sultry tone.

“And he said 'until I make you cum,'" Beth added as she began kissing her husband's neck from behind.

“Hmmm, acceptable I suppose," Ester grinned as she stroked his hair before shoving her tongue into his maw. Beth pulled her husband's sweater off, rubbing her paws over his chest, feeling his physique through his fluffy winter coat.

Drew's length began to stir from his sheath as his tip began tenting his pants, pressing against the marten's entrance through her soaked panties. As she ground her hips, a small wet patch began to grow on his trousers from her lust.

“Well, well, well, somebody's horny," the vixen laughed as she reached down and pushed the wet material aside. The silky fur surrounding the marten's entrance was saturated with her dew, eliciting a pleasant scent, one that the foxes were both familiar with.

“Fuck, that feels so gooood…" she purred as the vixen began caressing her jewel and soft petals, a flower of pink through the dark brown fur between her thighs.

“I know what you like, and apparently so does my husband," Beth said as she gave her fox a mocking scowl.

“Sorry dear," he said, matching her sincerity.

The fox picked up the smaller woman and easily flipped her on her back as she yelped gleefully. Pulling his pants off, his length popped to full attention as the two women watched his knot slide free. They licked their chops as they could just about feel their walls stretched by his impressive girth.

“Ok, ok, i say whoever gives the sluttiest display gets to go first," Ester said looking over at her friend.

“Oooo, sounds fun," she replied to the fun idea.

The marten pulled her legs back as her petals pushed forth, her dew glistening as it slowly dripped down. The marten bit her lips as her fingers caressed the soft pink flesh before sinking in as her eyes lidded at her own touch. She coated the fingers on her other paw with liberal amounts of her lust and began sinking them into her tailhole.

“Gods, fuck… nnngggg," she cried as she brought herself quickly to climax, the damp fur between her thighs now laying flat.

“Ooooh, that's hot…" Drew huffed as he took in the sight.

Not to be outdone, the vixen began stripping down; her own wintery fur, a coat of fluff hugging her feminine form in contrast to Ester's silky dark brown sheen. Taking her breasts, a pair of pawfuls, she bent her head down and began lapping at a pink peak as it stood erect to the lewd attention it was given.

Drew began stroking his length as he watched the women go to town on themselves. Beth laid back on the bed as she whimpered, her maw filled with her own flesh as she slowly moved her paw along through the fluff on the flat of her stomach. A digit found her jewel as her vixen-lust ran tantalizingly to the base of her tail. Her fingers pressed snugly through her velvet petals as she slicked her fingertip over her center of pleasure.

Muffled cries emanated from the vixen as she gave her loving husband a show he had never witnessed before from his darling wife. Groaning as pre dripped into the throw rug under his foot-paws, he approached Beth and began running his paw up her thigh before being slapped away. She shook her head with a fussy look as she shifted position, now her round rump up against her friend's body as the marten still glazed her finger over her entrance, enjoying being part of her show.

Soon, the vixen's hips started bucking as her finger worked her fox-pussy harder and faster. Her voice squeaked then cried out as her face contorted in ecstatic throes of climax.

“Fuckkkk… nggghhaaaahhh," her voice echoed in the room as her lust sprang forth, showering the marten who was as surprised as the foxes at her display.

Eyes wide, Drew was flabbergasted, “whoa, I didn't know you could do that…"

“I didn't either!" she said, catching her breath, just as surprised as her husband. Pouncing on his wife, the bed bounced as the girls yelped.

“And to the winner go the spoils," he peered at the vixen, his cock prominent and ready, pre running down his length, dripping off his knot.

Giggling, Beth spread her thighs wide, holding her foot-paws in a lewd invite. The mink righted herself up and slinked around the couple, sitting behind Beth as she propped herself up on the headboard. The vixen's head rested in the damp fur between her friend's thighs as her scent filled her nose.

“Mmmm, nice and warm," the vixen purred, looking up to her friend.

Drew's length stood proud, ready to sink itself into the vixen. Beth waited impatiently for her soaked walls to spread around his girth while her friend stroked her ears. It was the first time in a long time since she had another person join her while she was getting fucked good and hard. Despite her perfect wife demeanor, she relished the feeling of losing all abandon and acting like a whore. It seemed her hope that Drew would take the bait was well met.

As he felt his cock being pulled in by the warmth of his wife's pussy, Drew locked eyes into the marten's. Pressing his weight forward, he came face to face with Ester. She grinned drunkenly before latching onto his maw with a deep kiss.

Watching from below, Beth panted as her furred toe pads flexed, hard fox-cock inching deep into her core. Her husband groaned as his tongue caressed Ester's. Beth noticed the marten's tail sitting to the side. Remembering how much she loved it being played with, she reached over and began grazing the silky fur lightly with her fingertips. A trill escaped from Ester's maw as the touch sent shivers through her spine.

“Oh fuckkk, you know how long it's been since I've felt that?" she gasped as the icy tickle radiated through her body.

“I guess I was the only one who knew how to touch you right," Beth groaned as she felt the male begin to move his hips.

Ester began massaging Beth's breasts as she felt the weight of the foxes on her. Stimulated by the vixen's delicate touch on her tail and her weight pressed against her entrance, it didn't take long for her to reach a climax.

The three lovers were locked into their embrace as Drew felt the marten's moans intensify against his maw. Beth could feel her friend buck up from underneath as another climax welled up. Breaking off the kiss, Ester cried out as she pinched the vixen's peaks forcing her orgasm.

Knowing the telltale signs of his wife's climax, Drew shifted positions and began increasing the rhythm. The bed rocked as the women cried out, their bodies giving in to total ecstasy.

“Fuck Drew, fuck… huff right there…" Beth could feel the warmth in her core grow. “That's it you little fox slut, keep getting your pussy fucked," Ester whispered lasciviously into her ear, her pitch rising as she felt her sensitive jewel bring her to her crest. The dirty talk pushed Beth over the edge as she cried out in the throes of orgasm. Ester answered her friend's primal call as she squeaked and gasped before releasing her own moan. Under him, two women writhed as their bodies gave into pleasure.

Drew winced as he could feel his vixen's walls flex and clench around his girth. Looking down, the two women were busy catching their breaths as they began recovering.

“Drew… be a dear and knot Ester, please," Beth asked as if she was asking him to pass the salt at the kitchen table.

“Wait, knot?! I've never been knotted before," she said in mild panic.

“Really? Even though you two have already…" she asked incredulously.

“It's true, I pulled out," Drew answered.

“Looks like today's your lucky day," Beth grinned as she sat upright.

The foxes looked at the smaller marten with lusty, predatory gazes as Ester could feel her excitement mix with a tingling fear. She could feel her loins stir once again at the thrill of the risk of being knotted by a larger male. She remembered the feeling of his knot kissing the flesh around her entrance with every thrust from their first encounter. She also remembered how big he was and it was work to fit him inside her. However, it was quite the rewarding experience, despite the soreness she felt after. Maybe this time, she would be more primed to take all of him into her smaller body.

Throwing caution to the wind, Ester rolled over on all fours. Her ample rump, a perfect round cushion for his hips presented as she leaned forward. “Then let's do it properly," she purred as she lifted her tail to the side, giving her lovers a view of her glistening petals.

Lining up his length, covered in his wife's dew and his own leaking pre, he plunged into Ester's snug walls as she gasped, huffing at the feeling she so desired since their first dalliance.

“Fuuuccckkk… I feel like huff I'm being split apart, don't fucking stooop…" she grunted as she tried to relax as the larger fox pressed further inward.

Grimacing as her body slowly adjusted, Ester felt the bed shift and a feminine scent tingled her nose. Looking forward, she saw Beth lay on her back, spreading her legs as her petals invited her touch.

“Not going to leave me hanging, huh?" the vixen cooed as she playfully brushed the marten's nose with her bushy tail.

“Nnnnggg… since when have I ever left huff you hanging?" she groaned as she began lapping at her jewel.

Beth felt her friend's head push between her legs with every thrust her husband gave. Looking up as she gripped her friend's round ears, she grinned as she watched her husband's face, jaw slack and eyes close as he was knot-deep into another woman. It was something she had wanted to do for a long time and was glad to see he was enjoying it as much as her.

Ester could feel Drew push farther into her, deeper than anyone else had. His girth rubbed against her cervix as her eyes rolled back at the intensity. Wordless moans escaped her maw, muffled by her friend's petals.

The marten felt a tingle that creeped along her spine, one that caused her body to flutter. She could feel Drew lightly trail his finger along her back, moving in a slow, agonizing pace. She felt herself come almost to the crest of orgasm, however the satisfaction just wouldn't come.

“Why are you teasing me? Oh, fuckkk, nnnggg…" she gasped as his finger now ran along her tail. Her maw became a vibrator as Beth felt her own wave of pleasure. Seeing the telltale sign of impending climax on her husband's face, she nodded as if to command, “do it, knot her!"

The pace quickened as the marten's yelps began bringing Beth to crest. Feeling his own release, the fox pushed his full weight forward, stretching the marten's walls as his knot slid in. Her eyes widened as the hot rush of seed combined with the delicious ache of the fox's knot sent her head spinning in pure, blissful euphoria.

The vixen's orgasm came forth as she christened the marten with her own honey. Their cries echoed against the bedroom walls as Drew's grunts and gasps added to the lewd melody.

With each gush of virile fox essence into her needy womb, Ester could feel herself feel much more full than she could remember. As she caught her breath, she looked down and watched both in shock and interest as her belly grew with each pulse from Drew's embedded length.

“Holy… is my stomach actually… mmmm…" she moaned as she just relaxed and gave in to the ecstacy.

“Oh my gods, honey, I think she's going to burst!" Beth laughed as she watched her friend's stomach grow.

“I could try to pull out…" Drew offered before being stopped by the women.

“No! Don't you dare! I like this…" Ester purred as she settled in, using Beth's stomach as a pillow.

“I hope you like your Yuletide surprise, honey," Beth cooed, stroking the marten's head.

“I love it. Can I keep her?" he grinned.

“Only if you share," Beth answered.

Outside, snow began to fall gently, coating the area in a blanket of white. The cold wind rustled the trees as the trio snuggled under the blankets, saving their energy for the holiday morning.

Happy Holidays!

-Zen