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A part of me desperately didn't want to come that night. It'd been a long, arduous and tiring week in my office at Bushville's town hall; meetings to attend and budgets to approve. At the end of the autumn afternoon, my old bear bones wanted to crawl into bed and gather strength for the rest of the coming weekend. However, any plans for an early sleep were halted when Dana told me she wanted us to attend Heathen's Night. That same night.

"Tired? Don't give me that, honey." My beautiful wife gently chastised me on the drive over. "Why, remember the early days of Heathen Night? You were nothing but as spry as you are now."

A sly, nostalgic smile crept its way up my greying snout. "I sure was, sweetie..."

Dana playfully smacked my shoulder while holding the steering wheel. "You still are."

My eyes watched as houses passed by our car, as we neared Clairmont Street. Everybody in town would be there. Almost everybody at least, considering some didn't even want to go or they couldn't go on that particular night. Me? As the mayor, I often attended when I could, but I felt like going after a week of exhaustion would only hinder the fun of others. Nobody wanted to get fucked by a tired old black bear, after all, even if I weren't among the town's top oldest denizens. I only turned fifty-four just weeks earlier.

"Oh, don't be silly, Hugh." Dana laughed. "If I left you at the house, you would have regretted not going. Now stop your fuss, mister, we're here!"

Surrounded by dozens of park cars, vans, trucks and the like stood the last house on Clairmont Street, a two-story Victorian household dating as far back as the town itself. Compared to their neighbors along the block, Mr. and Mrs. Phillips still kept the exterior decorated with New Age menorah, while still keeping the front lawn respectfully groomed. Dana did not care for the wind chimes or pagan statues, but so long as they continued hosting Heathen's Night inside their home, she didn't mention it. Instead, the lustful she-bear practically pulled me out of the passenger seat and across the street from our parked car to the Phillips' front door. She knocked.

"Try to have fun, okay, Hugh?"

"Having fun is too much work for me..."

Dana's giggling immediately stopped as the door opened, and low moans could be heard past the half-naked buck standing on the foyer.

"Heya Mr. Mayor, Mrs. Mayor," Mark Halverson grinned at us as we returned his smile in kind (mine more forceful than normal as I held back a yawn). "C'mon in, we're all just getting started!"

Ph, they did more than 'get started'. It appeared three-fourths of the local parents had shown up, along with the portion of the town's workers who could make it. The high school librarian, a she-wolf in her thirties named Carla Applegate, rested by the unlit fireplace as she serviced three men--a stallion I recognized from the sheriff's office, the assistant to the church's minister, plus one large tiger I recognized as the owner of the local gym. As Dana and I carefully placed our stripped clothing into a folded pile and place nametags on them alongside the others in a neighboring room, what I believed to be an office deemed a 'safe space' for personal belongings, I then spotted plenty of married men and women in the middle of moans and orgasms throughout the rest of the house. They were most of Bushville, Florida's adult population, all partaking in an orgy of debauchery.

Nobody really knew where Heathen's Night came from. The official story was that the Phillips owning the house fell into the hippie crowd of the Sixties, never left it, and slowly invited friends over until the whole town eventually fell victim to the lustful spell of a night that took place every second Friday of the month. Besides basics like age of consent and the ability to recognize either 'yes' or 'no', the unspoken rule of Heathen's Night came down to, "What happens in the Victorian house stayed in the Victorian house."

Me and Dana had been regular attendees since we first unofficially met at one Heathen's Night, not long after I finished my political science major and returned home. We fell in love at first sight in the middle of mutual orgasms, (technically) broke the sacred rule by dating afterwards, then married and had children as I got into local politics. Jared and Kyle were currently attending university in Cape Fiesta and Atalanta respectively, unaware their 'boring, stuffy parents' joined others in sinfully charged trysts of the ages.

Dana, standing as equally naked as me, placed a quick kiss on my lips.

"Enjoy yourself, George. And have fun, okay?" she smiled. "I love you."

Her smile infected me. "I love you too, Dana."

Potential partners sought after mutual kinks. Mrs. Applegate's husband notoriously loved being cuckolded, while some of the churchgoers preferred swapping wives more than square dancers. Some liked to take a bedroom and fuck their respective partner in privacy, or bend them over a chair or couch, and maybe even shoot their load all over the partner they'd exhausted. Dana's routine for each Heathen Night revolved around casual intercourse, sometimes with a female involved in some form or another.

I loved my wife. I could not ask for a better she-bear to raise our cubs. Still, I craved like mad to be with somebody...younger. Not too young, but young enough to be my sons, perhaps.

I locked eyes with my first conquest of the night, standing by the kitchen; a lithe yet tall fox named Luke Gilliard, who worked at Bushville's grocery store and wore not a stitch of his uniform on. My maw practically drooled all over his naked, well-brushed form, as he blushed at my lecherous stares. In public, the so-called conservative adults gossiped about how unapologetically open Luke was about his homosexuality. At Heathen's Night, however, men gladly lined up later in the evening to test out the fox's lips for themselves. I certainly did, and his velvety, snug ass as it milked more than just my manhood. It milked all the years out of me until I could thrust in and out of him to a roaring climax.

I smirked. "Upstairs. Two minutes."

Luke licked his lips. "I'll have you out in three."

God Bless Heathen's Night.

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