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This story is a work of furry fiction. It contains acts of a sensual nature between furs of various kinds. If such things do not interest you or they are against some law where you are, mores the pity if it is. Please feel free to leave, otherwise read and enjoy. Oh yeah... and this stuff is copyrighted and so on. Comments always welcome: [email protected]

Stress Leave 3: Sharing the Secret

息Jonathon "CJ" Ford

It was late in the evening when WRX flight 1757 touched down at Hong Kong's Chek Lap Kok airport. John was sitting in the left paw seat on the flight deck and smoothly guided the large bulk of the suborbital cruiser around the taxi lines to the gate allocated to them by the company. He slowed the aircraft to little more then a crawl as he watched the numbers on the parking guidance system count down. He tapped the brakes one last time and held them on, setting the park brake when the lights of the guidance system turned red and STOP appeared in red letters.

Neil, John's first officer, shut down the last of the four engines with the press of the fuel cutoff button. He reached up and flicked switches on the overhead panel as John called out the after-shutdown checks from the checklist. A hi-lo chime sounded, alerting them to an incoming call. John lifted the interphone receiver from its cradle and pressed the talk button.

"Yes," he said calmly.

"Chocks are in place, sir," the voice on the other end said.

"Okay, thank you," John said before hanging up the phone and pressing the brake pedals to release the park brake. "Well, that was a good flight," he said to Neil after finishing the few items on the checklist.

"Yes, it was. A good ending to a long day," Neil said, lifting his uniform hat from its rest and placing it atop his head between his long rabbit ears. For once, everything had seemed to go right on this flight. It was John's first trip since getting a week off work and he was pleased. The weather at all the airfields in the flight plan had been good and the time spent in the air between had been smooth, with air traffic control giving them every request they had made.

After all of the passengers had left the plane the head cabin attendant pressed the flight deck call button to inform John and Neil. Neil pressed the cancel button and they both got up from their seats. John stretched his arms out and up, just brushing the upper panel of circuit breakers in doing so. Neil was the first one to the door, but he held it open and waited for John to leave the cockpit first. On the jet-way, John thanked the cabin staff for a good flight to which they all nodded. Back in the complex of World Regional Express, John farewelled Neil for the day and put in the last of the paperwork to be done before heading out to his car.

In the carpark, he unlocked his jeep and disarmed the alarm system before hoisting his flight bag into the passenger seat. He climbed into the driver's seat, closing the door and sighing at how good it felt to be home again. He leaned back in his seat and fastened his seatbelt before turning the key in the ignition and bringing the engine to life. The drive home was short due both to light traffic late at night and the fact that it wasn't raining. John pressed the button to open the garage door as he turned into the driveway.

Linda was just placing a load of clothes into the washer when she heard the garage door open, she opened the connecting door and watched her husband pull the Jeep in and turn off the engine. John quietly got out of the car and walked around behind it to the passenger side to retrieve his flight bag. Bag in paw, he walked over to the door where Linda stood, tapping the button to shut the door as he passed.

Linda stepped back, allowing John to step up the short distance into the house. He placed his flight bag on the floor and his cap on the shelf above. Then he reached out and pulled his wife into a tight embrace, kissing her on the cheek.

"It's so good to be home," he whispered into her ear.

Linda smiled and nuzzled his shoulder. "Well, if this is what you're like after getting home from a day trip, I can't wait until your next overnight."

John chuckled, pulling her tighter before letting her go. "So how was your day, then?"

"Oh, pretty good. I got some stuff done today that I put off all last week."

John smiled as he pulled his coat off and hung it on the rack next to the door. Linda closed the lid on the washing machine and pressed the start button. "Dinner is waiting in the kitchen. I just took it off the stove a few minutes ago, so let's eat."

Linda and John made their way through to the kitchen and Linda made plates for both of them. John was quiet all through the meal, but Linda could tell he had something on his mind. They had just finished eating when the buzzer on the washing machine sounded, letting them know that the clothes were finished.

"I'll just go and toss those in the dryer," Linda said, getting up from the table.

"Okay then," John replied. "I'll clean up here." By the time that Linda finished transferring all the clothes over John had cleared the table and put all the leftovers in the fridge. Linda just stood in the kitchen doorway and looked at him. John turned to look at her, stretched his arms wide and yawned, "I think it's time for bed."

Linda giggled and held out a paw. John took her paw in his and she led him upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, John flopped down onto the bed and started to undo his shirt. He pulled it off, epaulets and all, and tossed it at the hamper in the closet. But after a hard day, his aim wasn't what it could be and the shirt ended up in a heap next to the hamper instead of in it. John then began to fiddle with his belt, but Linda had other plans. She leaned in and laid him down on the bed quietly, before she slowly undid his belt and pulled it smoothly from his waist. Her nimble fingers made short work of the button and zipper on his pants. Linda knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly pulled his pants from him. John lifted his hips slightly to help her get started. Linda tossed them like an old rag over her shoulder, bouncing them off the back wall of the closet before they slid down into the hamper. John smiled from his position on the bed, and lifted his head to look Linda in the eye.

"Show off," he said, a wide grin on his muzzle. John worked his way back up the bed, now clad only in his boxers, and then snuggled down underneath the covers. Linda was close behind him as she snuggled in close to him. He could feel her purring as she lay pressed up against him, and it felt so good. He let his chin rest on top of her head as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Honey," he said at length, "I was thinking that we should have Neil Pryce over for dinner later this week."

"Sure, but what brought that on tonight?" Linda replied, moving her head so that she looked up into his face. John looked back down at her with a sly grin.

"Well, this morning before we departed he mentioned that I looked a lot better after my week off. I told him that that was thanks to your special method of stress relief." He gave her a good squeeze and she blushed, her ears flushing red. "And then he said that he'd like to try your method."

Linda looked up at him with an appraising eye. "Are suggesting what I think you are?" John nodded and smiled wider. Linda sighed and placed her head on his shoulder. "We haven't done anything like that since before we moved here. But I like Neil and it would be fun to try that again. But only if he approves of it first."

"All right then, I'll talk it over with him tomorrow when we have some free time." Linda lay her head back down on John's shoulder and closed her eyes. John looked at the ceiling for a few minutes just thinking over how he was going to bring this up with his friend. But tiredness soon got the better of him, and he drifted to sleep rubbing Linda's head fur.

The next morning the alarm clock rudely awakened John from his peaceful dreams. He went to move his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes and found that Linda was still sleeping soundly on top of it. He grinned and gently slid it from beneath her. He stumbled sleepily into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower. As it was coming up to temperature, he brushed his teeth and pulled a towel down from the rack, laying it on the counter for later. John hopped into the shower and just let the warm water cascade over him for a few minutes. Afterwards, he shampooed his fur and generally got cleaned up.

It wasn't long before he turned off the water and stepped from the shower, pulling his towel from the counter and drying his fur. He hung the towel up on the rack to dry and set about brushing himself. John finished when he heard a soft rustling from the bedroom. He looked in from the door of the bathroom to see that Linda had shifted position, but was still asleep. He lent on the doorframe for a few seconds, just smiling at the tigress that lay sleeping happily in their bed.

John padded quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast before heading to work. He thought about his work day: eight hours of reserve time at the airport. Eight hours of sitting around at the WRX complex. He was partnered with Neil again today, which suited him just fine since he needed to talk things over with him, and there were sure to be a few quiet moments that he could sneak in and tell Neil what he needed to. John finished his breakfast, putting the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher before heading to the laundry room to get his flight bag and shoes.

He tossed his flight bag into the passenger seat and climbed into the Jeep. The drive to the airport was reasonably smooth and uneventful, just the way John liked it. He pulled up at the gate for employee parking and slid his ID card through the reader. The reader beeped once and the gate began to retract. John drove through and found himself a parking space; shutting off the engine, he hefted his flight bag and got out, closing the door behind him. He pulled up the retractable handle of his bag and started off towards the office. As he walked away, he held up the remote and pressed a button. The car beeped once to signal that the alarm was active, then he stuffed the keys into his pocket.

As he approached the big glass doors of the World Regional building, John pulled his ID card from its clip on his jacket pocket and passed it over the reader next to the door. The reader beeped, the light turned green, and John pulled the heavy glass door open. As he walked through the lobby, a young vixen looked up from behind the front desk.

"Good morning, captain,." she said cheerfully. John took off his hat and nodded back to her with a smile. She was new and he hadn't had a chance to get to know her name as of yet. John stopped at the elevator and pressed the UP button. He waited patiently for the car to arrive. The door opened with a hi-lo chime and a couple of flight attendants stepped off before he got on. The doors were just closing when he caught a flash of black against the white of the floor. He reached out and pressed the button to reopen the doors, the doors slid open again just as a younger-looking first officer was turning away.

"Going up?" John asked in a friendly tone. The other pilot, a badger, smiled and reached down to get his flight bag before getting on.

"Thanks," the badger said, setting his bag down again. "It would have been a bit of a wait for another lift."

"Don't mention it." John said. "By the way, I'm John Gledfern." He said, extending a paw to the badger.

"Pleased to meet you John, I'm Martin Victorson. What are you flying?" he asked, shaking John's offered paw.

"I'm on the Cruiser, and yourself?"

"Just finished my line checks on the Triple," Martin replied, smiling.

"Ohh, very nice. I never got to fly the Triple-seven. I used to fly the seven-four and just finished my line checks on the Cruiser about four months ago," John replied.

Martin was nodding when the elevator beeped and the doors opened at the employee lounge. John grabbed the handle of his flight bag and stepped off. He turned to watch the doors close. "Have a good day," he said before losing sight of Martin.

John made his way down the hall and pushed open the door to the crew lounge. As the door closed behind him, he shrugged off his coat and hung it on one of the hangers that were available. He pushed his flight bag into the closet as well, placing his hat on top of it. With that out of the way, he went to make himself a cup of coffee and to find Neil, whom he was sure would be there by now. After pouring himself a cup, John scanned around the room, and it didn't take long for him to spot Neil's long light grey ears poking up over the back of a chair. John smiled and took a sip as he headed over to see the bunny.

The chair that Neil was sitting in faced out one of the large picture windows to overlook pretty much the whole airport. From this vantage point one could watch planes take off and land all day and night, except for when the weather was poor, and then even the movement area could not be seen. Over the chatter of the various crews talking, and the faint amount of noise that somehow managed to seep in from outside, Neil couldn't hear John as he quietly approached him. John looked over the back of the chair and down at the top of Neil's head as he quietly read the latest news in the USA Today.

"So, anything of terrible interest in the paper this morning?" John asked suddenly, making Neil's fur stand on end and almost causing him to drop the paper.

"Very funny John," Neil said looking up into the wolf's smiling face. "You know it scares me when you do that."

John chuckled and walked around from behind Neil's chair to take a seat in a similar one opposite. "And you know that's why I do it."

"Umm, bloody predators," Neil grumbled, shaking his paper and getting back to his reading.

"So, what do you think are the chances of us having to fly today?" John asked between sips.

"Highly unlikely," Neil replied, folding his newspaper and setting it aside, "There are only two flights scheduled out of Hong Kong today on the cruiser, and the crew for the morning flight is downstairs flight-planning right now. The crew for the afternoon flight should be here around lunchtime." John nodded and lifted the latest edition of Golf Digest from the coffee table.

After finishing the first couple of articles in the magazine, John noticed that his cup was at last empty of coffee when he lifted it to take a sip and got nothing. He set the magazine upside down on the arm of his chair so as not to lose his place. Standing up, he stretched his arms and yawned. "Would you care for a coffee, Neil?" he said, lifting his own cup.

"Oh yes. Thanks, John," Neil said, glancing up from the book he'd lifted to replace the newspaper.

"White with one?" John looked over his shoulder.

"Yes thanks," Neil replied, glancing up from the pages.

John filled the two cups and took one in each paw, heading back to where he and Neil were sitting. He sidestepped around the back of Neil's chair and placed one of the steaming cups in front of him on the table. He kept the other firmly in his paw and returned to his seat, slowly easing down so as not to spill the hot liquid on the floor, or worse, himself.

From that point time seemed to pass all too quickly; before John knew it, he was closing the magazine. He laid it back on the coffee table and polished off the last few swallows of his (by now barely warm) coffee. He looked up at the clock on the wall which hung over door into the crew lounge. Five past twelve it read; he looked at his watch to confirm the time. A slight rumble from his tummy only confirmed further that it was indeed lunchtime.

"Well," John said, placing his cup on the coffee table, which drew Neil's attention from his book. "I think we should get something to eat. How about you, bunny?"

Neil folded his book shut, keeping one finger in between the pages so that he wouldn't lose track. He looked at his watch and for the first time he, too, noticed his stomach making its feelings known. "Yes, I think lunch would certainly be in order." He opened his book slightly and folded down the corner of the page he was on before closing it completely.

John was already on his feet and stretching his arms wide to restore some feeling after sitting still for so long. Neil was close behind, lifting his cap from the end of one of the chair's arms and tucking it under his left arm. John let Neil lead the way out of the lounge and back to the elevators outside. The wolf managed to grab his cap from atop his flight bag on the way out. The hi-lo chime signaled the car's arrival and the doors slid open. Neil and John stepped onto the empty car. John pressed the button for the 3rd floor, which happened to be where the mess hall was located.

"You know, I hear that they put on a new salad here, and that it's supposedly very good," John said, looking over to Neil as the elevator started its downward journey.

"You don't say," Neil replied, a grin plastered to his muzzle. "And what, pray tell, are you having for lunch?"

John looked at the ceiling of the elevator for a moment before answering. "They normally have a really good beef roast, so I'll probably have that."

Neil nodded as the elevator slid gently to a stop and the doors parted. He and John walked off the elevator and down the short hallway to the double doors leading to the cafeteria. John pushed open the door and they were both amazed at the number of people who were in having lunch and the amount of noise in the room. "Let's get lunch to go, and then go back to my office. It'll be much quieter," John said.

Neil nodded his agreement.

The wolf and bunny headed off to join the end of the line at the service counter. The line moved along at a good steady pace, and before long it was their turn. Neil decided to have a large garden fresh salad, and John settled for a lamb roast since they happened to be out of beef. At the end of the counter they both swiped their company ID cards, which put lunch on a tab they paid at the end of the month. With lunch in paw, the pair walked back out to the elevator and waited for the lift to arrive. After stepping on, Neil pressed the button for the sixth floor with a furry elbow. The short ride passed in silence, and before long they were off the lift again and at the door to John's office.

John opened the door and flipped on the light as he entered, Neil close behind him. "That's much better," he said, setting his meal down on his desk.

"Indeed," Neil chirped as he pulled a chair from against the wall over to the other side of the desk. Neil flipped open the lid of the Styrofoam box and hoisted the plastic fork from within, not wasting any time in spearing some of the leafy salad. John opened his lunch with one paw and flipped on the monitor of his computer with the other. The smell of the roast was difficult for him or his stomach to ignore, but he wanted to find out whether or not the flight plan data for the afternoon flight had been picked up by the crew yet. It didn't take him long to find that it had and that the flight looked set to depart on time.

"Well," he said, flipping the monitor off again and turning to his own lunch, "it looks like the crew for the afternoon flight are here and have their data. So if all goes well after the flight leaves, we'll be able to go home early."

Neil nodded as he chewed another mouthful of salad.

About halfway through his lunch, John put down his fork and lent forward, his elbows on the desk. Neil suddenly became acutely aware of the fact that John was staring at him and swallowed the salad he was chewing, looking back across the desk into his big amber eyes. "What?" he asked.

John, unaware that he'd been staring, blinked a few times. "Oh...yeah. Umm, I wanted to tell you something. That's why I said we should have lunch here." He pointed to his desk to make the point. Neil put down his fork and lent back in his chair to listen to whatever it was that John had to say.

"Well, for a start," John began, "Linda and I want you to come over for dinner this weekend."

"That sounds nice. I'd love to. Should I bring anything?" Neil replied.

John muzzle was split by a mischievous grin as he looked at the bunny. Neil looked at his face for a second before it clicked where he'd seen that look on John before. Oh dear what have I done now, he thought to himself. He was quick to answer the unasked question.

"Well, you remember earlier this week when you asked what had me feeling better, and I told you that it was Linda's special method of stress relief?"

"Yes, I remember. Why?" Neil asked, a bit puzzled at where John was going with this.

"Well, you said that you wanted to try her method. And, well...umm..." John stammered, trying to find the right wording, "we thought we'd take you up on that."

Neil's chin just about hit the floor. He'd never expected this from John. He'd known the wolf for over seven years, since he started with the airline, and he hadn't seemed the type for this sort of thing. "You mean, you and me and Linda?"

John nodded a half smile on his face.

"I don't know what to say, John. I'm flattered that you think that much of me and all, but I didn't think you'd be the type to go for that. I mean, have you ever done anything like that before?"

John nodded. "Once, but that was before we moved up here."

"What does Linda think about this? I mean, I assume that you talked to her about it before asking me."

"We talked about it last night after dinner. And she doesn't mind; in fact, I think she'd really enjoy it. But only if you want to, that is."

"I'd love to. It's been a while since I did something like that. But that still leaves me with the question of whether I should bring anything."

"Hmm, just a nice bottle of wine, I suppose. Nothing too fancy, though." Neil nodded and the two of them finished their lunches before heading back up to the crew lounge.

Back at the crew lounge, John poured himself and Neil another cup of coffee and the two went back to the seats they had had before going to lunch. John just sat with his coffee cradled in his paws as he looked out the window at the various planes from different operators departing and arriving. Even as a boy, it used to be one of his favorite hobbies to sit and watch the airplanes at the local airport.

John was about halfway through his second cup of coffee when he saw the suborbital cruiser painted in WRX's colors rotate off the runway and climb away. It was only a few minutes later that both he and Neil were paged from the dispatch office notifying them that they could go home for the day. Neil, who hadn't bothered with a second cup, simply got up and said goodbye to John, then walked quietly out of the lounge pulling his gear from the closet by the door as he passed. John stayed only long enough to finish his coffee. Tossing the used cup into the rubbish bin as he headed for the door, he donned his coat and hat before grabbing his flight bag to head home. It wasn't long before he was back in the parking lot starting the engine of his Jeep and starting the forty-five minute drive home.

It was still a fair while before sunset when John pushed the button to open his garage door. The trip home had taken a bit longer then expected because of a minor traffic hiccup on the freeway, but he was home now. He pulled up into the garage and shut off the engine, pressing the button on his sun visor to close the garage door. He decided to leave his flight bag in the car, since he had to work the next afternoon anyway. He slid from the driver's seat, leaving his hat on the dashboard, and closed the door. By the time he got to the connecting door into the laundry Linda was waiting for him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. John squeezed her tightly before kissing her forehead and letting go of her.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" she asked as she opened the top of the washer to put the just-finished load in to the drier.

"Just fine honey, and how about yours?" John replied, sliding off his shoes and kicking them into the closet.

"Pretty good, I suppose. I got a bit of stuff done around the house, but I miss having you here to snuggle with."

John smiled and grabbed her from behind, running his paws up and down her sides, causing her to sigh at the touch. "Well, I don't have to be at the airport until lunchtime tomorrow, so we can just stay in bed and cuddle in the morning."

Linda spun around in his arms and kissed him square on the muzzle, taking him by surprise. "You're so sweet," she said, giving him a tight squeeze. "I haven't started dinner yet, 'cuz I wasn't expecting you home so early."

"I tell you what: how about I make dinner tonight?"

"Really?" Linda looked into his eyes and smiled. "Well, what are we having, then?"

"I noticed some things for a stir-fry in the fridge this morning, so I was thinking a nice chicken stir-fry."

"That sounds wonderful, hun. When is it going to be ready?"

"Well, just let me go and get out of this uniform and then I'll get to work on it."

Linda nodded and let her arms fall from around him before turning back to the load of clothes that she'd been transferring.

It wasn't long before John was padding back down the stairs in a t-shirt and sweatpants to start cooking dinner. He pulled a large electric wok from a cupboard underneath the bench top and plugged it in. While the wok was coming up to temperature, he pulled the chicken and various other veggies from the fridge. After a few minutes the smell of a freshly-cooked meal started to drift out of the kitchen. It didn't take long after that for Linda to appear in the entrance to the kitchen, a big smile on her muzzle.

"That smells wonderful, hun," she said. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Ahh yeah, just grab a couple of those big bowls from the cupboard and a couple wine glasses please," John replied without taking his eyes off what he was doing. Linda set about getting all the things that John had asked for, and by the time that he turned off the dial on the wok she had glasses and utensils on the table. John's tail fanned the air happily behind him as he dished up the two rather full bowls.

Carefully, he carried them over to the table, setting the first one in front of Linda and setting the second at his place. Before he sat down he padded back into the kitchen and returned with a freshly opened bottle of wine, pouring one glass for his love and then pouring his own before taking his seat and resting the bottle on the table.

The nostrils on Linda's big tigress nose flared as she inhaled the aroma of the meal John had made. She took her fork and speared a piece of tender chicken and veggies. She took her time chewing, letting her tongue savor it before swallowing. She looked over to John, whom she hadn't noticed was sitting with his chin resting on his folded paws as he looked across the table at her. "This is just perfect, sweetheart," she said with a big toothy grin.

"Well, I'm glad that you like it," John said before lifting his own fork and starting in on his dinner. Not much else was said over dinner, but a few coy smiles and glances told each what the other was thinking.

Linda finished with dinner first, taking her bowl back into the kitchen and starting to wash up. It wasn't long before John came sneaking in behind her, placing his bowl and fork in the sink around her, then his chin on her shoulder. He could feel, as well as hear the soft deep purr that ushered up from her chest. Softly he kissed her cheek.

"Neil said he'd love to come to dinner on Saturday," he said, kissing her softly again.

"Ohh, and what of your other plans?" Linda asked, leaning her head against his. "Well," John started, "he said he'd love to, after I told him that you were okay with it."

"Well, in that case," Linda said, finishing the last of the dishes, "I think some practice might be in order," she finished before turning around and kissing John on the nose.

"You mean you want me to..." John never got to finish the sentence. Linda nodded her head and locked her muzzle to his, cutting him off mid-stream. Linda ran her paws down his sides and back, pausing for a moment to squeeze his firm rear. John moaned into Linda's muzzle as their tongues danced and intertwined. John ran his paws over Linda's firm body taking in every curve, every feature as if for the first time.

They stumbled their way back into the living room and collapsed on the thick rug in front of the couch. John was just about to remove his shirt when he had a thought: the curtains were still open, and even though the window looked out to the back fence he saw no need to take any chances. He got up and quickly closed them before slipping off his shirt and tossing it aside as he made his way back to the now-naked tigress on the carpet.

John put his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and slowly began to slide them down as he moved towards her. Linda's eyes followed the slowly sinking waistband until it slipped past John's crotch to reveal that he wasn't wearing any boxers, and the pink head of his cock glowed like a flare in her mind. After getting his pants down that far John simply released them and allowed gravity to do the rest.

He knelt on the rug and Linda lay on her back, looking up at his smiling face. John moved over her on all fours; soon he was looking straight down his muzzle into her deep eyes filled with love. He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly. Then he quietly kissed his way down her neck and shoulder, causing her to moan. The wolf came to her left nipple, gently tracing his tongue around it before letting it slip through his lips. Linda gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure that rushed through her, but then moaned again as her husband began to suck and gently nip at the sensitive area. Slowly he worked at her nipple.

Linda was panting from the pleasure that coursed through her. By the time he moved to her right one, he took it into his muzzle, giving it the same treatment as the other. All the while his cock was growing harder and harder. Slowly he resumed kissing his way down her chest. Reaching her navel, he gave it a quick suck and flicked his tongue in and out a few times, which elicited a squeal from Linda in between panting breaths.

Finally he reached her between her legs to her pussy, with her legs spread wide like they were, he had good access. Teasingly, he licked around her cunt lips, making her squirm. Linda moved her paws from the rug and placed them on the back of John's head, her fingers intertwining with his fur. She rubbed behind his ears as he licked her, drawing a moan from him as he pressed his muzzle to her flesh. The vibration from his moan drove her even wilder and she wriggled on the floor.

Feeling that he'd tortured her long enough, John licked right up the middle of her snatch. The sudden extreme pleasure caused her to arch her back from the floor. John's cock was fully hard and leaking pre, throbbing, aching to be used. Satisfied that he had Linda well-prepared, he shifted his position over top of her and brought the head of his wolf meat to her dripping entrance. Slowly he pushed forward; Linda moaned as the pressure on her pussy grew before the head of his meat slid through. He pushed in more, stopping as his knot pressed against her lips. He held it there for a moment, the promise of things to come, then just as slowly he began to withdraw.

Linda moaned with pleasure, her purring sounding like distant thunder as John slowly settled into a steady pace. Each time he thrust in just to the base of his knot before retreating. Under normal circumstances he would have just thrust his knot into her pussy, tying them together as he mated his beautiful wife. But these were not normal circumstances...he had something else in mind, something he knew she wanted, and who was he to argue? He could feel Linda climbing quickly toward climax, so he slowed before pulling out all together. Linda knew what was coming, but she couldn't help but moan at the sudden departure of the large wolfcock from her pussy.

Slowly, John reached around and ran two of his fingers over Linda's oozing cunt lips, covering them with a mixture of his and her juices. Then he carefully worked them around her tail hole, lubing it up before slowly sliding his index finger into her. Linda gasped sharply and her tail hole tensed instinctively. Slowly she began to relax as John slid his finger in and out. After a minute or so, John slid his middle finger in alongside the other. Linda gasped and arched her back at the stretching sensation that ripped through her.

Once she began to relax and John felt that she was good and lubed up, he shifted his weight and pressed the pointed tip of his meat at her hole. Slowly he pressed forward, feeling the pressure on the head of his cock build before her muscles gave way and he slipped inside her. It had been a long time since he'd taken her tail hole, and now he remembered the tremendous pleasure the very tight squeeze gave him. Still he managed to control himself and push in slowly, stopping when his knot pressed against her firm ass. He held himself there for a minute to allow Linda to get used to his large meat inside her, filling her like she'd not been filled in a long time. She too was enjoying this new feeling and made a mental note that they should try this a bit more often then they did.

Again, John slowly pulled his cock back out, leaving just the head inside before starting the slow march back in. Linda's paws worked the material of the rug furiously as he drove into her. If she hadn't kept her claws so neatly trimmed, the rug would have been reduced to nothing, as would have John's back on a few occasions. Linda was quickly building back up to the peak of her orgasm and John knew it. So was he, for that matter.

John gave a hard deep thrust, pushing his knot past Linda's tight sphincter and tying them together. It was all the influence that Linda needed as her muscles became rigid and tense, letting out a dull roar as she came. The added pressure on the base of John's knot pushed him right over the edge as well. He thrust his deepest, howling loudly as he pumped jet after jet of wolf seed into Linda's ass. With all his energy spent, John collapsed onto Linda. Linda shifted her weight, rolling both of them still tied onto their sides. They lay holding each other tightly as they waited for his knot to go down. Linda purred loudly, her chest rumbling, vibrating against John's.

Both wolf and tigress fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted from their lovemaking efforts. Linda awoke about fifteen minutes later as John's now-soft cock slipped from her well-used tailhole. She moaned softly as she flexed her slightly sore rear. Softly, gently, she stroked the back of John's head, waking him from his blissful dreams. He yawned and smiled at his loving wife. Her soft eyes locked on his.

"I had forgotten how nice that felt," she said, almost whispering to him.

"I wish I had known sooner. We could have done it more often," John replied.

"Well, let's not wait quite so long to do it again, sweetheart. If you're up to it, I mean," Linda said, giving him a sly grin.

John grinned back before looking up and down her beautiful body. Her fur was a bit ruffled and matted from her sweat and the flopping around she'd been doing. "I think we just have time for a shower before bed. Heaven knows you need one."

Linda gave him a mock hurt look and tapped him on the nose. "You should have a look at yourself, buster," she giggled.

John slowly got to his knees and stood, pulling Linda up with him. John kissed her nose and held her close as they set off down the hall to the stairs up to their bedroom. Linda rested her head on John's shoulder as they walked, purring contentedly.

Both feel asleep quickly after their shower. In each other's arms they lay in bed, holding each other close as they dreamt. Morning came all too soon as far as John was concerned. He hadn't bothered to set his alarm clock since he had an afternoon flight, but the morning sunlight steaming through the curtains managed to drive him from his dreams and back into the real world. He glanced over to his clock without moving his head at all...7:20 am. He had been hoping to get at least another forty minutes of sleep before starting his day. But if he couldn't sleep in, then he could do the next best thing: lie in bed and snuggle his still-sleeping wife.

Linda lay with one arm across John's chest and her head just below his. John used one free paw and started to gently rub the back of her head, softly running his paw through her think head fur. Linda began to purr softly in her sleep; she stirred but did not wake. Instead she pulled John tighter to her, as if he were a soft stuffed toy from her youth. She lay her head on his chest, using him as a soft furry pillow. Her breathing slowed slightly, falling into time with the beating of John's heart. For what seemed like hours John lay, looking down at Linda's black and white-striped, sleeping face. Her nostrils flared with each breath she took. She looked so much like the angel that stole his heart so many years ago, and he wished not for the first time that time would stop and leave him in this moment for eternity.

As it was, though, after the better part of half an hour Linda stirred, flexing the paw which lay across John's chest. Her claws cut through his fur and dug into his side. He winced slightly out of instinct, but smiled as he looked at Linda's face as she awoke. She yawned, showing off an impressive set of teeth. She still purred as she rubbed the soft fur on John's side and chest, thinking he was still sleeping. She looked up into his face and was slightly shocked to find herself looking straight into his big eyes.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked softly.

"Just about thirty minutes. You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you."

"Umm, you're so sweet," the tigress said, adjusting her head as she continued to rub his tummy. "Well," John said at length, "I guess since we're both up we might as well get the day started."

"Umm," Linda groaned as John slid out from under her arm. She watched him as he went to the closet to get out his uniform shirt and pants. As he laid them out on the back of the chair by the nightstand Linda slid out of bed, clad only in a pair of delicate black lace panties. She hoisted her robe from the back of the bedroom door, slipping it on and tying it round the middle as she padded down the stairs.

John was just putting the finishing touches on his tie when the smell of fresh bacon began to drift into the bedroom. He licked his lips at the thought of it. He quickly finished his tie off and padded off down the stairs, his thick socks making his footsteps all but soundless on the carpet. He turned the corner into the kitchen just as Linda was taking the last of the bacon out of the pan and placing it onto a paper towel-covered plate. He decided to sneak up on Linda and surprise her with a kiss.

He managed to get about halfway from the door to where she was standing before, "don't even think about it if you want breakfast." The comment stopped him cold in his tracks.

Damn those tiger ears, he thought to himself as he changed step and put his arms over her shoulders, kissing her on the cheek from behind.

"Pancakes are on the table along with your coffee, sweetheart," Linda said, leaning her head back against his.

"I love you so much," John said, letting his arms fall from her shoulders as he turned towards the table and the wonderful breakfast Linda had made for him. He slid into his chair and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that rested on the table. Linda wasn't too far behind him, setting down the plate of bacon in the middle of the table before sliding into her seat.

"You really didn't have to go to all this trouble for breakfast, you know," John said as he speared three pancakes and thumped them onto his plate.

"I know, but I love you and after last night I figured you'd need a good breakfast before going to work," Linda replied, grabbing a few pancakes and rubbing the wolf's footpaw under the table, which drew an embarrassed grin from John. His ears flushed slightly, and he hoped that Linda wouldn't notice, but the grin on her muzzle told him that she had.

They finished breakfast without much more conversation, but John did get his own back when he brushed a sock covered foot up the inside of Linda's thigh before he got up to leave the table, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her accompanied by her blushing as well, which showed clearly through her white fur. John just smiled as he carried his plate into the kitchen. He helped Linda clear the table and gave her one last kiss before heading to the garage and then to work.

The week seemed to disappear before John's eyes. His only two flights for the week had been mostly uneventful, until a weather delay at SFO forced them to stay overnight. John had returned home the next morning to a mountain of paperwork about the delayed flight. After that he'd managed to get home, very tired, and spent the next day resting. With only one other flight during the entire week, and just two days of reserve at the airport, John had not been able to see Neil at all. It had either been that Neil was out on a flight or at home on reserve whilst John was at the office, or the other way around.

But now, Friday had arrived and John was scheduled for a "Gray Day", during which he was to be both on call and not on call at the same time, so he just let Linda answer the phone all day in case it was the office. All afternoon both John and Linda had been trying to come up with something that would suit both them and Neil for dinner the next day. At long last they came up with a meal that would work: one of John's tempting stir-frys, a hearty meal that everyone could enjoy. It was early Friday evening when the phone rang.

Linda lifted the receiver. "Gledfern residence," she spoke smoothly.

"Oh, hello, Linda, it's Neil here. I was just calling to confirm what time you wanted to get together tomorrow," the rabbit on the other end of the line said.

"Well it's good to hear from you, Neil. It's been a long time since I've seen you. Hang on a second and I'll get John for you," Linda said, smiling to herself. It had indeed been a month or so since they had gotten together. Linda placed the receiver on the table before Neil had a chance to answer and ducted into the kitchen to find John. A few moments later he lifted the phone.

"Hi, Neil. Sorry I haven't had a chance to get to talk to you all week," John said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know what it's like. Anyway, what time did you want me round tomorrow?"

"I'd say seven would be good, and bring your appetite. I'm making a stir-fry that you're going to love."

"Okay, then. I'll see you at seven, and I'll bring the wine. Take care," Neil said before hanging up his end of the call.

John replaced the receiver onto its rest and smiled to his love, who was standing in the doorframe. "He'll be here at seven," he said.

Linda just nodded and then grabbed John as he walked by, pulling him into a tight hug. She gave him a knowing wink before heading upstairs to their bedroom. John followed close behind. The two of them just spent the evening cuddling in bed, in nothing but their fur.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, the morning sun shining through the curtains waking John as usual. He looked over at his alarm clock: 7:00 am. Most times he'd have been rather annoyed about it on a day off, but today was different. He and Linda were booked in for a nine o'clock tee off for a local charity day sponsored by the company.

John rolled onto his side to face Linda. She looked peaceful as she lay there, one arm tucked under the pillow and her head snuggled down into it. Softly he kissed her cheek and ran his paw through her head fur behind her ear. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled as she looked into John's warm eyes,

"Morning," she whispered sleepily.

"Morning precious, it's time to get up. We have a big day today," John said softly.

"Umm, ok," she said, pushing herself off the pillow and giving John a quick kiss on the nose as she got up. John watched her idly as she got out of bed, the cover falling down around her waist revealing her firm, well-proportioned supple breasts. Her waist and stomach would give the impression that she worked out more then she actually did. It was firm and toned, but not overdone. She swung her long silky legs from the bed. John traced the outline of her legs as she made her way to the bathroom, her strong, striped tail flicking back and forth slowly at its tip.

After she closed the door to the bathroom slightly, John shook his head in order to come back to earth. He quickly got out of bed himself and went over to the dresser, retrieving a pair of boxers and slipping them on over his slightly swollen sheath. John stalked lowly over to the bathroom door and peaked in, steam rolled over the top of the shower door. Quietly he pushed the door open and crept in.

He stood at the counter getting ready to brush his teeth. It must have taken about twenty seconds for Linda to realize that he was there. She let out a startled "Eep!" when she finally noticed him. She made a mental note to get him for doing that later. Linda finished her shower and John handed her a towel before he left the bathroom.

John had his shirt buttoned and was just pulling on a pair of pants by the time Linda had finished drying and brushing her fur. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a pair of lace panties from one of the drawers. She let the towel drop to the floor before she bent over to slip on the undergarment. John caught her reflection in the mirror of the closet door, and his sheath swelled slightly despite himself. Linda saw him watching her out of the corner of her eye. She grinned, and pulled the panties on with teasing slowness. Linda walked over to the closet and gave John a light slap on the rear as she stood next to him. "That's for sneaking in on me," She said, pulling down a pale blue shirt.

John just grinned then quickly leaned over and kissed her cheek. "And that's for the show."

Linda gave him a mock glare, both bumping his hip with hers and grabbing a skirt from the rack. It didn't take long for the two to finish dressing. Before long, they were both down in the kitchen having just a light breakfast, since they would have lunch at the club after golf. With breakfast finished and the dishes in the washer, and that set to run, John loaded their golf gear into the back of the Jeep for the short trip over to the course.

After about a twenty-minute drive, they were pulling up in front of the clubhouse. John let Linda off out front and placed both their bags in the stands before he drove off to find a parking spot. By the time he got back to the clubhouse, Linda had the bags loaded onto a golf cart and was sitting behind the wheel waiting for him. Linda having already checked then both in, they sped over to the practice range for a quick warm-up.

John and Linda were paired with another couple who worked for the airline. They had only met once or twice at other company functions, but they were nice furs and it looked like it would turn out to be a nice day. After about fifteen minutes or so the starter called their names and they headed to the first tee. It did indeed turn out to be a good day. Both John and Linda played well; though they had no real chance of winning, it didn't matter. They had fun.

John and Linda had lunch after the round with the couple they'd played with, John discussing airplane and airline topics with the other husband and Linda talking about everything else with the other wife. It was getting on towards four o'clock by the time the two couples made their farewells and half-past by the time John and Linda pulled into the driveway. John opened the garage door and Linda hopped out, walking into the house before John pulled in. He unloaded all the gear and closed the door as he walked through the door into the laundry.

Linda was upstairs, getting changed by the time John got into the kitchen. He quickly went to the fridge and pulled out the various vegetables that he was going to use in the stir-fry dinner he was making tonight. With the ingredients laid out on the counter, he pulled the wok from the corner cupboard below the bench. He got it all ready to go, except for plugging it in, and headed upstairs to take his shower.

When he walked into the bedroom, Linda was just zipping up a lacy black dress. John lent against the doorframe and looked up and down her trim form. The dress set off her snow white fur, while her coal-black stripes seemed to blend into the fabric. John couldn't help but stare, a grin spread across his muzzle. Linda looked at him with a curious "What?" expression, unaware of the effect she had on him.

John pushed himself off the doorframe and walked across the room. He put his arms around her waist, his paws rubbing her lower back, and pulled her close to him. He lent forward and pressed his muzzle to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. His sheath begin to fill out, making his pants feel tight and restraining, Linda could feel it as well as she put her paws on the back of his head, her fingers intertwining with his fur. John broke the kiss and Linda looked into his eyes, panting slightly trying to get her breath back.

"If we didn't have other plans for tonight, I'd take you right now," John said taking a half-step back.

"Well, so much the better for later," Linda replied, a sly grin on her wide muzzle.

John smiled back before turning to head for the bathroom.

In the bathroom, John stripped off his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the counter to be collected later. He turned on the shower and waited for the water to come up to temperature. He sat down on a little stool to wait. It was hard for him not to just give in to temptation and just paw himself off right then and there, but that would ruin the fun tonight. As the first wisps of steam drifted over the top of the shower doors, he got up and hopped in, letting the warm water soak through his thick fur and relax his muscles. He took his time washing his fur, making sure not to miss anything. By the time he rinsed the last of the conditioner from his fur, he was totally relaxed and at ease.

He turned off the tap and squeezed the excess water from his fur, leaving him not quite so drippy, as he stepped out of the shower. He pulled a towel from the rack on the wall and rubbed dry. Then he sat back down on the stool and began to brush the tangles and knots out. After a good fifteen minutes of steady pulling he managed to get them all and get his fur to a nice healthy sheen.

He picked up his watch from the countertop and checked the time, ten past six. Perfect, he thought to himself. Opening the door, Linda was nowhere to be seen, but he could hear her padding around setting the table downstairs. He went and pulled a new pair of boxers from the dresser, slipping them on before grabbing his old clothes from the bathroom and tossing them into the hamper. After thumbing through the clothes rack for a while, John finally settled on a nice black long-sleeved silk shirt with a pair of black pants. He pulled on the shirt and buttoned it up, leaving the top two undone. The lightweight material felt good against his fur. He pulled on his black pants, tucking his shirt in before buttoning them closed and zipping up the fly. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pretty much ready to go out to a formal dinner gathering rather then have a dinner in with his with and a close friend. Either way he was happy with the look and padded off down the stairs to get dinner ready.

John walked past the dining room on his way to the kitchen and couldn't help but stop and take a look at the job Linda had done setting up the table. He turned the last corner into the kitchen to find Linda just placing a bottle of wine in the fridge to chill. He looked at her as she bent over, her tail waving back and forth slowly. A grin crept over his features.

Tonight is going to be a lot of fun, he thought to himself.

He walked past her, giving her a light tap on the rump as he did. She turned to look at him, smiling and giving him a wink before heading off to the lounge. John unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them back before pulling a knife from one of two magnetic rails on the wall. Setting the knife on the counter, he plugged in the wok and pulled his cutting board over. He quickly went to work chopping up the various ingredients and tossing them into the wok, stirring them every so often to ensure they cooked evenly. John was just scooping the last of the stir-fry out of the wok and into the big serving bowl he'd pulled out when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it love," Linda said, rising from the couch and flipping off the TV. Linda opened the door slowly and smiled as she looked down slightly into the bright eyes and smiling face of Neil. Neil was wearing a simple short-sleeved tan shirt and pants that almost seemed to blend right into his fur.

"It's so good to see you again, Neil," Linda said, opening the door and ushering the rabbit inside. Neil looked Linda up and down, awestruck by her appearance. He recovered his composure quickly.

"Thank you, Linda. It's always nice to see you and John. And I must say you look absolutely devastating in that dress."

Linda's smile widened with quiet pride. "Well, do come in. John has dinner ready, so let's go ahead and get started."

"You are too kind, and dinner smells delicious already," Neil said as he followed Linda toward the dining room. As he walked behind her, he couldn't help but take in her beautiful shape, her firm rear, and that powerful striped tail that flicked slowly back and forth as she walked. It wasn't long before they rounded the last slight bend in the hall and arrived at the dining room. John was leaning on the back of a chair as they walked in. He smiled, pleased to see Neil had made it.

"Good to see you, old chap," John said, extending a paw to his friend.

"It's good of you to have me over," Neil replied. "Ohh, and before I forget," he added handing John a bottle of wine that he'd been carrying.

John took the offered bottle and read the label before looking at his friend. "Neil, you really shouldn't have. I said nothing too over the top."

"Ohh, nonsense," Neil replied, waving a paw, "I've had that lying around for a while now, and just could never find a good reason to open it. I thought that this would be as good a reason as any so I brought it along. After all, wine is meant to be enjoyed."

John shook his head. He couldn't argue the rabbit's logic on that one. "Well I'll go put this in the fridge to chill. You two take a seat; I'll be back in a second." Linda and Neil settled into their seats as John rushed off to put the wine in to chill and to retrieve the already chilled bottle from the fridge. While he was in the kitchen, he popped the cork on the already chilled bottle before heading back the short distance to the dining room.

John returned to the dining room and poured a glass of wine for both Neil and Linda before pouring his own and sliding into his chair at the table. "Well," John said as he looked around at Neil and his wife, "let us be thankful that we have such good friends as are here tonight and such a lovely meal to eat this evening." Both Neil and Linda nodded their agreement, and John lifted a large serving spoon and began to dish out the meal he'd prepared.

Neil was first in line, being the guest this evening, and he served Linda next before serving himself last, being sure to leave enough for seconds if anyone wanted them. As they ate dinner, they chatted about various things and every now and then Neil would cough lightly, each time in response to one of Linda's foot paws brushing playfully up the inside of his leg under the table. Neil was first to finish his plate. He wiped his muzzle and whiskers with a napkin, sitting back in his chair quite contentedly.

"That was an excellent stir-fry, John. I didn't know you could cook like that," Neil said.

John swallowed his last mouthful and smiled at his rabbit friend. "Well it's not something that I normally talk about at the office," he replied.

"Oh, he just doesn't want to make any of the other pilots jealous," Linda chirped between mouthfuls.

"And with cooking like this, I bet they'd have you pulling double duty in the lunch room to save on wages," Neil said with a chuckle. John and Linda both laughed as well, because it would probably be true. Linda was the last to finish, and then both she and John set about clearing the table.

With the table cleared away and the dishes in the washer, John pulled the wine that Neil had brought with him out of the fridge. "Ahh," murred the wolf as he opened the bottle and moisture began to condense on the glass, "chilled to perfection." He poured a glass for Neil and Linda before serving himself. "Let's get comfortable in the lounge room,"

Linda nodded and took Neil by the paw, leading the way. In the lounge room the curtains were drawn and Linda settled into the couch with Neil by her side. John was the last one into the room, dimming the lights a bit as he entered. He slid onto the couch on the opposite side of Linda, so that she was between him and Neil. With the lights dimmed and the mood set, Linda wasted little time. She softly rubbed Neil chest through the material of his shirt, drawing a gasp from the bunny. It had been a long time since he'd had someone touch him like that, let alone the wife of one of his best friends.

John quietly slid one of the straps on Linda's dress from her shoulder and rubbed his fingers through her fur and down under the top of her dress, brushing the outline of her breast. Neil was frozen to his place on the couch as Linda's paw roamed over his chest. Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her paw below the fabric. Her fingers ran through his soft tan fur with ease and he gasped and moaned softly at the attention, but he was still stiff as a board. Linda leaned over and nuzzled his cheek.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself, my little bunny," she whispered in his long ear. Neil took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he began to relax a little.

John was busy playing with his wife's nipple and rubbing his other paw up and down the inside of her thigh. His movements, combined with hers, soon had Linda purring loudly. Neil finally decided that it was time to return the pleasurable feelings that Linda was giving him. He shifted his position a bit to get more comfortable and at the same time give both him and her better access. He slipped her other dress strap from her shoulder, rubbing his paw through the thick, soft fur. He softly brushed over her breast through the thin dress material, feeling it stiffen slightly as he did. Then he delicately slid his paw below the material and gently rubbed her breast, playing lightly with its nipple. Linda arched her back slightly at the pleasurable sensations of having both her nipples played with at the same time by two different paws.

Linda took her paws and slid them up Neil's chest and over his shoulders, lifting his shirt from them. She slid his shirt down his arms, forcing him to stop fondling her for a moment while she removed his shirt for him. Neil's shirt folded silently to the floor, leaving his chest exposed. Linda ran her paws through the thick tan fur of his chest, teasing his nipples and getting a soft moan in reply.

Neil slowly pulled the material of Linda's dress down, exposing her firm breasts to the cooler air of the room and drawing a soft gasp from her. Slowly he leaned over and placed his muzzle just above her nipple, his warm, moist breath sending a shockwave through Linda's system. Softly he descended on her breast, taking it into his muzzle, sucking on it ever so lightly, his soft tongue gently flicking over her erect nipple. John, not to be outdone this evening, proceeded to suckle his wife's other nipple, his pointed ears brushing against Neil's as he did. Linda was in heaven. Her paws ran through the fur of each of the two males' heads, caressing behind their ears. Neil and John, having both paws free at the moment, gently pulled Linda's dress down her arched back and over her shapely hips, letting it fall silently to the floor, joining both of their shirts. Neil glanced down to see that Linda had, apparently, decided that panties would have been a waste of time this evening.

Both he and John let a paw roam downwards caressing her inner thighs, making her arch that much more, pushing her breasts into their muzzles. Slowly they let their paws work up her thighs, in towards the short, soft fur around her cunt. Soon both were rubbing different areas of her sex, massaging her most sensitive area, making her moan ever louder.

By this time, both John and Neil's pants were getting to be unbearably tight, and with their fingers getting more moist by the second from Linda's leaking pussy, it was getting to be about time to relieve some of the pressure. Both stopped their working of Linda's pussy, drawing a whimper from the gasping tigress. Quickly and deftly the pair relieved themselves of their pants and underwear. Linda, too worked up to remain seated on the couch unaided slid to the thick carpet on the floor. As she lay on her back on the floor, Linda looked up at the two handsome men kneeling nude beside her, a smile creeping across her muzzle. Now the real fun was to begin.

John shifted around behind Linda and lowered his muzzle to her crotch, inhaling her heady scent before beginning to lick her pussy. Linda reached up and grabbed Neil's bunny cock. It wasn't as thick as John's but it was slightly longer. Slowly she stroked its length, using the pre that oozed from its tapered tip to lubricate her sliding paw. Neil rested on his hunches, his head back and tongue lolling as Linda masturbated him while John continued to eat her pussy.

Linda kept up a constant pace as she worked Neil's member, and it didn't take her skilled paws long to have him gasping for breath on the edge of climax. And there she held him, backing off slightly whenever he got close to release, waiting as John pushed her ever higher with his tongue darting in and out of her snatch. Soon she was right on the edge with him, and she picked up the pace to bring things to a head. Neil's body stiffened and his balls drew close as his bunny seed made its way through his cock, finally able to release as thick ropes of seed jetted onto Linda's belly fur before she raised her head from the carpet and engulfed his still-shooting tip in her muzzle. She drank all he had to offer and moaned around his head as she came as well, coating John's tongue and muzzle with her juices.

Neil collapsed backwards onto the floor trying to recover his breath; it had been a long time since anyone had gotten him off like that and he had enjoyed it immensely. John looked up at him with a big grin as he licked his lips, collecting the last of Linda's sweet nectar. Linda, in the meantime, rolled herself over and turned around crawling on paws and knees to face John's still dripping wolfhood. Linda licked her lips in anticipation.

John sat on his knees on the carpet looking down at her black and white striped fur. Linda slowly extended her tongue and licked the sensitive underbelly of John's member. A shudder went up his spine as he felt her rough feline tongue sliding across his meat. Slowly Linda descended upon him, taking his entire length right down to the knot in one go. John moaned as he felt her warm lips and moist mouth around his wolfhood. Linda started to gently suck on his wolf cock, bobbing her head as she did. Her expert mouth and tongue had John panting heavily in no time.

Neil, on the other hand, was watching her movements from behind, his bunny cock rapidly growing hard again. He could see Linda's head bobbing up and down along John's shaft and her tail swayed side to side in time with her bobbing head. Each time her tail would swish back and forth Neil could see her still-dripping cunt, its pink lips pulsing with her heartbeat, just asking to be filled. Together with her pink tailhole just above it was too much for him to resist.

He got to his knees and crawled forward placing his paws on her hips. Linda gasped around John's thick shaft when she felt Neil's embrace, but then she moved her tail off to one side to allow him better access. She moaned as she felt the pointed tip of his long bunny cock at her wet entrance. Slowly, evenly, Neil pushed his way inside her pussy. He was amazed at how tight she was, considering she'd been married to John for a fair few years now. He gasped as her insides pulled at his member, seemingly wanting to suck him in all at once.

Linda kept up her pace on John's shaft as pre flowed like a river from its head. John grew closer and closer to his release, but was stopped just short when Linda let his cock fall from her warm mouth. He whimpered as the cool air rushed over his head. Linda looked up at him with longing eyes, "Take me like we did last time, sweetheart," she whispered between moans.

John nodded eagerly and shifted his position as Linda flopped over onto her side, dragging poor Neil with her. Neil managed to rearrange himself between her legs so his face was right next to her full breasts. He hadn't quite figured out what was going on, but he figured he'd enjoy it either way.

John moved down along Linda's back, parallel to Neil. Linda flipped her tail up out of the way between the two of them. Neil stopped his steady thrusting for a moment to let John get settled and finally realized what was going on, and it excited him. John gently pressed his dripping cockhead to Linda's puckered tailhole. It contracted tightly out of instinct as he pressed his thick meat against it, but Linda soon relaxed and John slowly eased his head inside the tight cavity. John's tongue lolled from his muzzle as he pushed slowly forward. After getting the first few inches in, he paused to let both Linda and Neil adjust to this new situation.

After a few moments he felt Linda relax again, so he pulled back an inch and thrust forward slowly, sinking another few inches into her tight tailhole. Neil was left panting by this new sensation. This was a first for him, and the added heat and pressure on his shaft from John's thick wolf meat was driving him crazy. John stopped his forward progression when he felt his knot come to rest against Linda's pucker. Slowly he started a steady pace, gently thrusting his hips, pumping his member in and out. Neil could feel the movement of John's meat through Linda's inner walls, its rubbing of his own cock pushing him higher then he'd ever been before. Slowly he picked up a rhythm of his own, keeping just out of sync with John.

Linda had her paws around Neil's back and shoulders, and it was all she could do to try and not claw the bunny's back to shreds with her neatly maintained, but still very sharp, claws as the two cocks worked inside her. Each movement took her higher, closer to release, whether it was Neil pulling back in her pussy or John thrusting into her ass. Both Neil and John were in heaven as well; the sensation as one pulled back and the other thrust forward driving them both quickly toward a massive peak. Linda, try as she might, was finally unable to hold back any longer and let go as the most intense orgasm in years shocked her body.

It started in the core of her being, spreading out and up through her nervous system, muscles contacting and tensing as a cascade of energy flooded her system. Her back arched against John's chest and her firm breasts thrust forward, burying Neil's face between them. Her tailhole clamped down around John's throbbing member, causing him to grit his teeth and moan at the wonderful, yet slightly painful pressure on his shaft. Linda's pussy exploded sending her juices flowing over and around Neil's cock. As Linda's tailhole relaxed after the massive shock John pushed his hardest and his swelling knot popped through, nearly setting Linda off again.

The added pressure of John's knot and Linda's milking inner walls was enough to drive Neil over the edge, his paws gripping Linda's back tightly as stream after stream of bunny seed flooded into her pussy. Linda again tensed as she felt herself being filled with bunny seed as Neil's cock pumped and throbbed inside her. This added pressure on his knot was all it took to send John over as well. His cock jumped and throbbed as he sprayed his wolf seed deep within Linda's bowels. He tensed, his paws gripping her breasts. Finally he relaxed, his energy and cock spent. Wolf seed leaked from round his shaft in Linda's tailhole and bunny seed leaked from around Neil's in her pussy.

Linda purred loudly, a broad smile on her muzzle as she licked Neil's head fur between his ears. None of them had had that much fun in a very long time. Neil felt totally spent and drained of energy, but he also felt very relaxed and at ease. John, his tongue lolling from his muzzle, pulled Linda tightly to him in a warm hug. None of them had the energy to move and so they lay quietly in each others arms, a tangled mass of sweaty fur. Neil was the first to drift to sleep, lulled into dreams by Linda's purring and steady heartbeat. John raised his head to look over Linda's shoulder at his friend. A smile seemed to be tattooed onto his muzzle as he lay sleeping, his cock still wedged against John's inside Linda.

John kissed Linda on the cheek and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "I love you so much," he whispered in her ear before laying his head back down and nuzzling against Linda's shoulder to drift off to sleep. Linda rested her head back against John's as well before drifting off into the land of dreams. At some point late in the night, both wolf's and bunny's cocks softened enough to slip from Linda's two well-used holes, letting the remaining cum seep out onto the carpet.

Sunlight fought its way through the curtains and onto the floor of the lounge room the next morning. The warming glow of the sunlight made its way slowly up the sleeping mass of fur that lay in the center of the floor. John, as usual, was awake once the dampened glow from outside reached his eyes. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly in a contented sigh.

Softly he nuzzled his wife's neck waking her gently. John craned his neck over Linda's shoulder to look down on Neil. Linda looked down at the sleeping rabbit as well. His tan furred chest rose and fell slowly as he slept, his fur matted to his skin with dried sweat.

"I wonder what he's dreaming about," John whispered softly in Linda's ear. Linda shrugged her shoulders and turned her head to give John a quick kiss on the cheek. She stretched slightly, trying to dispel a few knots in her muscles from last night. Her movement brushing against Neil's soft, matted fur was enough to drag him from his dreams. His eyes fluttered open and he stretched his legs out before looking up into the faces of the wolf and tigress.

"I'm hoping that last night wasn't just a very good dream," he said quietly.

Both Linda and John smiled. "No it wasn't," they both said in unison.

"But at the moment," John added, "I think we could all use a nice hot shower."

"I'd be inclined to agree with you on that," Neil replied, and Linda nodded her agreement as well.

John slowly got to his knees before rising to his feet. He reached back down and took Linda by the paw, who in turn took Neil, and pulled them up. Neil stretched his arms out and smiled at his two hosts.

John did the same, yawning widely before saying, "Well, Neil, the shower upstairs is more then big enough for the three of us. Or if you wish you can use the one down here."

"Well," Neil said, "as tempting as that idea is, I think I'll take the one down here and leave you two to enjoy a shower together."

"Okay, suit yourself," John said, giving Linda a squeeze.

"You'll find a towel hanging up on the rack by the shower and robe on the back of the door," Linda added. Neil nodded and the three of them set off past the kitchen down the hall. Neil turned off down a side hallway as Linda and John mounted the stairs.

A few moments later, both showers were running, the water in each coming nicely up to the desired temperature. John and Linda wasted no time in jumping into the shower and starting to wash each other clean. They cleaned each other lovingly, taking care to get everything washed. Soon, John turned off the water and slid the door open, letting Linda step out first. She lifted a pair of towels from the countertop and tossed one to John before letting the other fall open to towel herself off. Both of them set about quickly brushing their fur to get any tangles out before they became a problem.

Neil finished washing his fur and turned off the shower. Opening the door he reached over and pulled the promised towel from the rack and set about drying his fur. As the steam from the shower began to dissipate, his nose picked up the smell of food being cooked from out in the kitchen. Neil finished drying his fur and tossed the towel into the hamper under the counter before hefting the robe from the back of the door and sliding his arms into its sleeves. It felt soft and warm. He tied it closed round his middle and opened the door. His big ears picked up the sounds of movement down in the kitchen and dining room. He stepped into the kitchen and was awed at the length that John and Linda had gone to with breakfast.

"You know, you really didn't have to do all this," he said, causing Linda to look round to him.

"Oh come now, Neil, we can't very well let you go home hungry after last night. And besides, John just put your clothes in the wash, so you have plenty of time for breakfast."

Neil just shook his head as John walked up the hallway towards him. "Well, your clothes will be ready in about an hour, so go and sit. We'll bring the food out," John said.

Neil was forced to resign himself to the fact that John and Linda were going to subject him to yet another delicious meal before he was allowed to go home and get ready for work tonight.

It was midmorning by the time Neil was dressed and ready to head back home, and then to work later that evening. John and Linda had agreed to let him help clean up, but only after he'd threatened to never come over again if they didn't, which got a laugh from both of them. Now he was backing out of their driveway as they stood in the entry and waved him off. The nearly hour-long drive home seemed to pass in a flash, and before he really knew it Neil was pulling up at his home.

At work late that afternoon, he was the most relaxed and contented that he'd been in a very long time. And as he walked down the jet-way to his plane he couldn't help but smile. Linda did indeed have a very good and special form of stress relief, and for that he would forever envy his friend John.

The End...

Well, my dear furs, this little tale marks the end of the "Stress Leave" series, since I've about everything I can with it. So I hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them for you. Best wishes. CJ

And a very special thank you to my good friend Whyte, who has been a sounding board for many of the stories I write. Thanks Mate.