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At the door stood Maureen, a short red fox, female, her hair groomed to be wavy down to her shoulders. She had her purse in her hand and was dressed nice for the occasion--a blouse and slacks, unlike the usual t-shirt and jeans she usually wore out and about. An All-American Mother in an All-American family, she looked exactly as one would expect the wife to a down-to-earth accountant to look.

"Alright honey, so I've got book club at three, then we're going out for dinner! So I'll be home around seven." Maureen would say, rummaging around in her purse for her car keys, making sure she had all her other necessities with her before her eyes would wander up to her husband again, smiling to him.

Opposite her stood Samuel, or "Sam", as he was known, a bit taller of a fox, large, thick horn-rimmed half frame spectacles sitting on his snout. Today was his day off, so unlike the usual dress shirt and tie he would've sported, he was dressed in sweatpants and a sweater. It was winter, close to Christmas, and the house had just enough of a chill to it that he'd pulled out the longsleeves for the season. He'd step close and give Maureen a kiss goodbye, informing her "one day this week that guy's supposed to come over and fix the bathtub, so maybe you'll come home to a brand new hot water knob!"

"Maybe we can celebrate with a bath when he does, hmmm? Hayden doesn't come home until tomorrow night." Maureen would ask, her hands on Samuel's chest, soft from office work.

Sam knew Hayden wasn't coming home until tomorrow night, though. That's why he knew the guy was coming over today, to fix the faucet.

They exchanged their goodbyes and Maureen pulled out in the family's SUV, driving down the suburban road until the car disappeared from view. It was 2:30 PM. The man was supposed to be there at three, to fix the faucet, and he was to enter through the back door after knocking. Sam paced around the living room, across the area rug, looking at their white cloth sofa sitting opposite their large flat screen TV. The silence was uncomfortable, totally different than the silence that usually set in when Maureen left to go to her book clubs. She said seven, but Sam knew her. He knew she was chatty, and so was Janet, and Clarice, and Margaret, and Sandra, and Betty. They all were, and she wouldn't be home until well after eight. He knew, though, exactly what she was doing. She was a good woman, a faithful woman, but she talked. God, did the woman talk. He never had a worry in his mind when she was home, because she loved him and she loved Hayden.

Sam went to the kitchen and poured himself a shot of vodka, Maureen's vodka, and tossed it back with a squint. He hated vodka, but he couldn't bring himself to break into his scotch. Not for what he was about to do, at least. Two more shots of vodka after that, and he was at least a little more at ease waiting for the repairman to show up.

Sure enough, three o'clock rolled around and there was a knocking at the back door. Sam would rise from his spot resting at the kitchen table and head to the back door, opening to the repairman, to how he was going to be spending his afternoon. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes wandering the frame of the man before him, feeling much different about the guy than he had from their communications.

"Austin?" Sam would ask.

Before him stood a skunk, a bit shorter than him, about the height of his wife. The photos of him on his "advertisement" seemed a bit more feminine, but what stood before him was indeed a man, a hairy man. The skunk had a messy, uncombed hairstyle he'd pushed to the side, a full beard, though a bit short along the jawline. He had a cocky grin and he leaned against the doorframe in jeans and an open flannel, showing off a thin, hairy body, scars on his chest, under his pectoral area, as expected.

"Sam?" the skunk asked. The fox nodded, though his posture was leaning back a bit, averse to the repairman at his door. The skunk had a raspy voice, like his voice had matured recently, or he was a chronic smoker, or both.

"You, uh...didn't have the beard in your photo." Sam said with a suspicious narrowing of the eyes.

"I was still growin' it at the time" the skunk replied. Sam stood there for a minute, as if he was unsure about trusting the other male, but he'd eventually take a step back, letting the skunk inside his home, shutting and locking the door behind him. As Austin passed him, Sam could smell him. Not only did he have that distinct skunk smell, but it was also safe to assume he skipped baths. His clothes were dirty, but that was to be expected of a repairman. Sam watched as Austin walked about the kitchen area, looking at what a lovely house he had, all the photos of his family on the walls.

"So..." Sam began, approaching the skunk from behind, "want me to show you to the faucet?"

"Sure. Reckon I could take a crack at it" said the skunk, who had taken a stroll around the kitchen to see the family had put up their tree for Christmas, presents already all under the tree, the lights all various colors. He'd look to Sam for a moment, who asked a defensive "what?" as the skunk walked over to the back of the sofa, looking at the assortment of gifts under the tree.

"You got a kid?" Austin asked.

"I do. He's at his friend's house until tomorrow night." Sam replied.

"Cute. I never wanted kids myself" Austin replied.

"Works out that you're, yaknow, doing the whole...thing...you're doing then. No worries about that." Sam said, his hands gesturing to his nether regions as he spoke about Austin. He had no idea how to speak about it appropriately, it seemed, but Austin was no stranger to that sort of ignorance, working mostly for men like Sam. The skunk would exhale a short laugh out his nose as he repeated the gesture back to Sam, asking "the thing I'm doing?"

"Sorry. It's new to me." Sam admitted, his hands in his pockets as he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's fine. It's cute when people fumble through tryin' to be polite, like they think I'm gonna get offended and walk out on them." Austin replied. Sam was looking off to the side, to the Christmas tree, eventually breaking the silence he'd allow to settle with "lemme show you the faucet" as he walked past Austin, to the stairs to his right, near the doorway. The stairs were carpeted, and they lead to a carpeted upstairs as well, a door visible immediately, adorned with youthful decorations. There was another door to the right, smaller, open, leading to the second bathroom. To the left, though, was a hallway, running parallel to the stairs with a banister dividing them. The carpet was soft, the upstairs smelled fresh, and Sam would remark "we just cleaned up, holiday party next week..." as he stepped off the stairwell and made his way down the hall to the left, to the master bedroom.

The bedroom was beautiful, simple, largely inoffensive in nature. An open room with a king-sized bed, a few dressers with simple decorations on top of them, framed photos, a few pieces of glassware, nothing all that spectacular. Austin was strutting around the room slowly, taking in the sights, nodding with a cheeky grin on his face, remarking "wow, y' look like yer tryin' to sell the place."

"The bathroom's this way" Sam said through the skunk's remarks as he opened the door to a beautiful master bathroom, organically glowing with natural light from the large window on the opposite wall. The bathtub was against the back wall, the window casting a large amount of light on it, a massive bathtub, tiled, rectangular, with candles sitting on the perimeter of it collecting dust. Austin took a seat on the edge of the tub and fiddled with the hot water handle, finding it spun freely and never caught the mechanism underneath. Sam approached him from behind and looked over his shoulder, catching a stronger whiff of the skunk's smell now, up close and personal with him.

"Did you bathe before coming over?" Sam would ask.

"No. Did you bathe before I came over?" Austin replied. Sam grew quiet, aware he was a hypocrite in this situation, but nonetheless bothered by the scruffy skunk's offensive aroma. Still, they only had a few hours before Maureen would be home, and Sam needed to let it go if they were going to get the work done before she came boisterously through the front door, talking all about what the ladies did at dinner.

"It's fine. Just get started, we'll worry about that later." Sam said. Austin would look back at him, and a smile would creep up his face as he looked up to Sam's disconnected expression.

"Can y' hand me a wrench?" Austin asked. Sam shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes looking out the window to the world outside, bright, blue. He'd take a step into the tub, closing the blinds, dimming the room substantially before he head to the door, flicking on the bathroom lights before shutting the door.

"Can you show me your tools first? No offense, but...the beard has me skeptical". Sam said, prompting Austin to snort out a laugh, turning around and setting his feet on the floor, sitting on the edge of the tub now facing Sam as he leaned forward, forearm across his knee.

"Well shit, i'm flattered you're skeptical. Yeah, sure, i'll go first." Austin said, standing, removing his flannel and hanging it over the lip of the nearby sink. As his thin arms were briefly lifted in the process of removing his shirt, his armpit hair was visible, his thin frame ribby, lithe. His chest scars were so noticeable. Sam had heard that they all looked different, but Austin's were large, prominent, obvious, and he wanted to believe him, but he just wasn't sure. All the conversations they'd had online had lead Sam to believing he was...newer to his changes. The hairy underarms, the raspy voice, the full beard, it all had Sam concerned he was being hustled. The skunk followed, though, by unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and underwear, all while wearing a smile across his face. That was when Sam saw it, plain as day. Austin's hipbones protruded slightly, clearly a little underweight, but the bones trailed down to a dip between his thighs, a noticeable lack of protrustion. It was hairy, his whole crotch was, but it was certainly as promised. Pussy. Real pussy. Austin took a seat again and spread his legs, his tail dipped into the bowl of the tub behind him as he patted his thighs as he gave a nod to Sam, remarking "you're free t' come inspect the tools before you gimme that wrench, buddy."

Sam did approach, slowly. As he reached Austin, he would drop to a knee, then to both knees, groaning a bit as he scooted right up to the edge of the tub, his nose level with Austin's stomach. He could smell him, though, that overpowering skunk aroma almost acrid in his nose. Along that, though, was the smell of vulva, that slightly fishy smell from a day's worth of sweating. Had Austin done another job before coming here? It certainly smelled like it, but he looked...tight. Unused. Sam's hand slid up Austin's leg, to his knee, where he groped for a moment, quietly noticing "you're so skinny" as his hand slid up further. A quiet noise exhaled from Austin as Sam's hand found his inner thigh, a curious thumb reaching for the object of desire, finding it and causing the skunk to breathe in, to hold it in his chest. Sam's thumb was on his clit, pressing it slightly as the bespectacled fox stared down at the slit, largely guarded with pubic hair, the slight pink skin of vagina visible as his thumb traced down and parted the folds between the male's legs. Austin's vulva was an ashy grey-black on the outside, but a warm pink inside, reddish tinted, steamy. He was already wet, and as Sam's thumb nervously slid down against the soft skin, he would apply a bit of pressure, feeling his thumb sink into the warmth, into the moist heat, until it found the hole.

"It's real?" Sam asked, Austin breathily laughing "y-yea. Told y' it was."

"It just...you don't look like you'd...have one..." Sam replied as his thumb pressed at the soft entrance, his finger wetting with arousal from Austin's vulva.

"I'll take that as a compliment" Austin said as he watched Sam explore him. The fox's thumb pressed a bit more, sinking in, penetrating Austin. Sam's eyes opened wider as he felt the steamy warmth on his thumb, the digit slowly inching into Austin, into the soft, silky walls of the skunk. Austin was chewing on his tongue, watching Sam explore him, letting this older married man enjoy himself in hole he'd clearly gone without for some time. He touched it like he was new to it, slow, almost apprehensive.

"You smell very strong" Sam remarked as he began to pull back his thumb, glossy with vaginal fluid, dipping it in again. His breathing was rather loud, excited, but there was a furrow in his brow like there was something on his mind, like he was nervous.

"S'pussy, dude, it doesn't smell like roses" Austin replied. His own expression had soured a bit at the comments about his smell. Sam could tell by his tone, though, and his eyes would wander up to see Austin looking bothered by what he'd said.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Just...my wife. She'll smell you on the bed for sure." Sam said. Skunk musk was stronger than fox musk, much more potent, much harder to hide. Even if he tried to wash the sheets, Maureen would certainly wonder what he'd done to dirty them while she was out. On the contrary, Sam rather liked the smell. It was exotic, new. He found his nose wandering a bit closer to the skunk's crotch, to his sweaty legs, and as his head hovered inches away, his mouth was open, panting, hot breath on Austin's muff as Sam said, with trembling in his voice, "g-god I...I really want to fuck you today, though."

Austin was reveling in the attention, legs spread apart as Sam descended a bit more, the warm wet fox nose rubbing against his clit, somewhat engorged from his hormone regimen. He chewed the inside of his cheek and tried not to moan as the married man's tongue slipped from his mouth and began to lap at the outside of his pussy like a timid dog, nervous, but clearly wanting. Austin could only watch him with pride, pride at having brought a married man to his knees, facefirst in someone else's hairy vulva.

"You got somewhere else we can do it?" Austin would ask.

"Here...on the bathroom floor." Sam replied.

"On the hard, cold tile?" Austin asked, unhappily.

"Is that a problem?" Sam asked. His licking stopped, and he looked up to Austin, who had a look on his face, a definite look of distaste.

"I mean...I ain't old but I ain't that young neither. Fucking on a hard-ass floor doesn't sound like much fun. You ain't got a spare bedroom or something?"

Sam lost his focus as Austin asked. His eyes were fixed on the loins of the man before him, but his mind was elsewhere. There was indeed another bedroom, but...somehow that felt substantially worse than fucking this skunk on his own bed, where his wife could find him. Still, the clock was ticking, and he wanted it. His entire face was full of pussy musk, pheromonal and intoxicating, and it had been so long since he'd been inside someone. For all the aversion he had to doing so, he knew it was really his only opportunity. If Austin wouldn't fuck him on the tile floor, he really only had one other option that would be washable.

"My son's room. He won't be home until tomorrow night. I can wash his sheets." Sam said, sitting back, wiping his mouth, closing with a "come along, and bring your clothes" as he left the bathroom, Austin hustling to follow him. Hayden's room was down the hall, obvious by the sports iconography on the door. Sam creaked open the door and was greeted with a mess he'd need to fuss at Hayden about tomorrow. The bed was unmade, clothes were on the floor, toys were strewn about, and Sam exhaled through his nose as he made his way into his son's bedroom, Austin following behind him.

The fox would approach the bed in the corner and pull off the comforter, adorned with pictures of cartoon characters, folding it and setting it to the side before he pulled up the sheets, making sure the were good and tight on the mattress before patting the bed.

"Lay sideways across it, feet off the edge. Don't lay on his pillows." the fox ordered.

"Shit. You gonna be this bossy the whole time? I'm losin' my drive here" Austin replied, the married fox turning as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed and his glasses lifted by his hand.

"God, no, just...this is hard, okay? This is hard. I want it, but I don't want her to find out, and I especially don't want HIM to find out. Just..." Sam trailed off as he let off the bridge of his nose, his hand gesturing to the bed, open-palmed as he told Austin "just lay down, please."

The skunk felt a bit rejected, but he also understood. He HAD skipped a shower, and he WAS a skunk. This wasn't the first time he'd face troubles for his smell, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He sat on the edge of Hayden's bed, though, and laid back, his legs hanging off the edge as Sam watched him. Austin spread his legs, and Sam would approach, his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, tugging them down, and finally off with his underwear. He was erect already, a decent length, but girthy. He had a nice thick cock, uncut, bobbing between his legs, and as Austin crossed his arms behind his head and allowed his gaze to wander downward, he'd crack a content "goddamn" at the sight.

"Thanks. Maureen jokes it's why she keeps me around" Sam would reply, offering a bashful smile as he began to take off his sweater, showing off a truly stereotypical dad body. He looked like he'd once been in shape, but office work had given him a bit of softness, the slightest curve to what maybe was a flat belly ten years ago. He got on his knees, though, and scooted inbetween Austin's legs, and wasted no further time. The skunk was greeted with a deep, lustful sniff of his private parts, Sam exhaling "god it's real" before the married fox's hands pushed Austin's thighs apart, diving into eating him out voraciously. Austin would look to the ceiling and think to himself, lord, if the dick didn't keep Maureen around, THIS surely did. Sam ate pussy like it was his last meal.

As Austin looked at the ceiling, though, and the walls, he was bombarded with youthful aesthetics, cartoons and TV shows, sports, baseball specifically. It was hard to focus on getting eaten out staring cartoon characters in the face, knowing he was laying in some boy's bed, his dad cheating on his mom with him, pussy juice dribbling on the bed sheets. Austin tried to look down at Sam but found the fox almost like a blur in his vision, his gaze instead focused on the baseball trophies on the dresser behind him.

"Trophies, eh?" Austin would say suddenly, prompting Sam to lift his head from between the skunk's legs.

"What?" the fox asked.

"Just, uh, noticed he wins a lot. Good kid. You must be proud." Austin said. Sam's forehead would wrinkle downward as his eyes squinted uncomfortably.

"I am. Please stop talking about it" Sam would say, returning to his activities between Austin's legs. The skunk, however, could barely focus. The room was so distracting with Sam between his legs, nothing for Austin to look at besides the head of the fox bobbing between his legs as he furiously tongued at him, drooling, lost in his own world in the sex he'd been wanting for so long. The noises were so loud, so sloppy. Austin could feel a wet spot under his ass, growing as saliva and vaginal fluid ran down the crack of his ass.

"How old is he?" Austin would ask, Sam jerking back suddenly and barking "can you shut up?!"

"S-sorry, man, I just...s'fuckin' hard to focus in this room. Feels dirty. You didn't tell me you'd be bangin' me in your boy's bedroom". Austin said, rising to lean back on his elbows.

"And you didn't tell me you were gonna skip showering and come over here stinking like you do." Sam cut back. Austin could only nod. He had brought the issue on himself a bit, not bathing and not wearing some sort of scent deodorizer before coming over. The fox squeezed the bridge of his nose again, standing up, waving for Austin to stand.

"Come on," Sam said after Austin stood, pulling the sheets off Hayden's bed, walking out of the room, "we'll do it on my bed, we'll just lay these down to fuck on."

Austin followed, not really complaining. Leaving his musk on the wife's side of the bed was definitely more his speed, anyway. Sam lead them back to the master bedroom, to the large king-sized bed, made up and waiting for a loving couple to crawl into it tonight. The fox tossed the cartoon bedsheets on top of the comforter and went to the bathroom, grabbing several bath towels and layering them down as well, nodding for Austin to get on the bed. The skunk followed, remarking "this is more like it" as he crawled fully onto the bed, laying longways, his head on Sam's pillow. The fox followed, crawling onto him, over his slender body, looking down at him. The tension was still palpable, but as Sam looked down at the nude skunk, at his body, at his smaller, waiting size, the tension began to melt.

"Do I need to...wear protection?" Sam asked.

"Prolly should", Austin replied, " I ain't had ALL the surgeries yet."

Sam would lean off the skunk for a minute, one hand on the bed while the other opened the night stand and withdrew from it a condom, which he tore open and hastily applied, rolling it down to the base before repositioning himself over Austin. He descended slowly, onto his elbows, letting the weight of his torso meet the skunk's as he slid into position, touching tip to the skunk's entrance. His arm's slid up under Austin, under his ribby body, and he embraced him as he penetrated, a soft "god, yes" from the fox's throat into the skunk's neck fur as he slid into the wet warmth, into the tight confines of another body, after going so long without it.

Austin gave a groaning "aaattaboy" of approval as he felt the fox's girth open him, a comfortable fit as it sank into him, into the desires he had to corrupt this father, this husband, inside the warmth of his body. Sam was trembling with pleasure, and he broke his vows an inch at a time inside the man's silky walls. Austin could feel it on his shoulders, when Sam's fingers dug into his muscles as they gripped him from underneath. The fox was still wearing his ring, though his muzzle was moaning Austin's name into the skunk's neck as the older fox proceeded to fuck him, to creak the bed with thrusts. Austin could feel it through his whole body, the sensation of having his sweet spots hit by a man surrendering commitment just to be inside him. He loved it, he loved every part of it, the thrill of being chosen. He was wetter than he thought he'd ever been. He'd had sex before, sure, plenty of times. He got around in his odd jobs from Craigslist, but this advertisement was the one he'd wanted filled the most.

"Repairman seeking married man's tools to fix a faucet". He'd written an advertisement stealthily offering himself specifically for someone already committed to someone else, and Austin had broken the faucet one day when Maureen wasn't home, just to have the excuse to invite over a repairman to fix it. The tension had been building between them for a while, and Austin could feel it all unraveling on top of him as the older fox grew progressively sweatier, louder, moaning out as hips slapped hips with sinful sounds echoing in the otherwise empty house, vaginal fluid foaming from being stirred in the skunk's insides, dribbling out of him as a rubbered dick bred him like it wanted so desperately to breed a wife instead. Austin barely lasted three minutes before he came, and everything after that was ecstasy. Everything after that was amplified by Sam's rise in volume, in force, in neediness as his sex drive careened him out of control, into hugging Austin tight and sniffing his neck, moaning, savoring skunk stink in a way he'd never savored a fox.

Sam lasted somewhere around seven minutes, not that Austin was counting. He was in some dazed euphoric state, his scrawny body bouncing on the bed as it was rocked with thrusts from a larger, stronger male, growing progressively stronger and faster as Sam began to moan out for Austin, calling out not only his name but swearing, begging him to take his load, the usual script men read off without thinking as they were about to cum. Indeed, right on cue, Sam would hilt, pull back, and hilt again, putting the ultra thin condom to good use as he bloated the dam with cum that wanted so desperately to be dumped raw in the skunk. Sam's glasses were foggy with the heat radiating off his own sweaty face, his hair glossy, his breathing hard and heavy, his body quivering with delight. He throbbed for what felt like forever, like he'd been holding a load for just the moment, and he'd had months, if not years, of waiting for Austin's pussy.

He would look to the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing it was around 4:30 PM. There was still plenty of time left, but, as desperately as he wanted to fuck the skunk again, he didn't have the stamina. He would remain, though, inside Austin, lying down on top of the skinnier male and breathing heavily as he relaxed. He never wanted to pull out. He never wanted this moment to end, and Austin felt the same, though neither of them knew at that moment how intense an experience it had been for either party.

Eventually, though, Sam would go too limp to remain inside, and after he slipped out of the skunk he'd stand, brushing his hair back with his fingertips, adjusting his glasses, which were covered in the oils of his own face on the inside, Austin's on the outside. The smudges were heavy on his field of vision, and after Austin slid off the bed himself, Sam would wipe his glasses with the towels before carrying them all to the washer, dumping them in, starting the laundry before retrieving his clothes from Hayden's room, dressing himself. Austin followed shortly behind, and the two stood awkwardly stiff in the upstairs hallway as Sam's conscience tried to process what he'd done.

"I should actually, uh, fix the bathtub now, huh?" Austin would ask, breaking the silence and prompting the fox to jolt with awareness, responding with "oh! shit. yes. yes you should."

Minutes later, and Austin was on his hands and knees at the bathtub, working away while Sam stood behind him and watched, watched his skinny ass in his work clothes, thought about how nice it would be to pull them down and breed him again.

"Where do we go from here?" the fox would ask while Austin worked.

"Where do you want it to go from here?" Austin replied.

"Well, I'd like to see you again. Maybe you could give me your card and I could...give you a call when I need something?" Sam asked. Austin snorted a laugh as he worked, nodding, his free hand patting his left side pocket.

"Wallet's got business cards in it. Reach in and take one. Feel free to get some feels around down there too, if you want. Call me when you need anything handled, sound good?" Austin asked.

"Yeah," Sam began, approaching the skunk from behind, "just warn me next time if you're skipping showers before coming over."