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Whitney breathed out a sigh and leaned into Ian. The otter pair were weary from the flight, the long layover, the connecting flight, plus everything else that had been going on for the days leading up to their first vacation in a couple years. One might call it a delayed honeymoon, even. Though that was debatable since they’d brought along friends. There had been debate about that going back and forth for weeks.

Roger and Sheryl sat just ahead of them. The rather large kangaroo and his caramel colored rabbit were half-slumped against each other. Muscular arm thrown around the rabbit as the van jostled, “Oy, bout threw me into the roof there.” Rog grumbled. Another pothole sent the passengers bouncing. Roger and Ian both grunted, Sheryl groaned, and Whitney moaned.

Sheryl turned, hand resting on the back of the bench seat. New wedding band glittering on her finger as she looked back at the otters. The bun smirked and turned to nibble at Rog’s ear, “They’re at it.”

Rog craned his head and glanced back. Sure enough, Whitney had wiggled out of her own pants and was firmly seated in Ian’s lap. Neither otter looked very ashamed, especially Whitney who stuck her tongue out at the pair. “What? Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve had anything approaching alone time? We’ve had a very long day. Getting Rio all ready to spend time with his grandparents.”

“A daunting challenge, no doubt,” Sheryl breathed, resting her arm on the roo’s bicep.

Whitney continued, speaking and riding, “Then there was the delay at the airport.” She breathed out a sigh and narrowed her eyes. Rolling her hips into Ian’s as his curved length twitched inside her. Bare, as usual. “Customs. And the flight with all those… tourists.”

“Where you joined the mile high club. Up top.” Rog held his hand out, Whitney immediately hi-fived him, followed by a low-five from Ian.

“Then the…” Whitney bit her lip as Ian leaned in, biting at her neck, “Mmmph… holdover. Having to swap planes.” She lifted her hips higher, dropping right as they hit another bump. Which made her squeak. “Ah… then having to wait for Dingus McGee to get the van, and hit every goddamn pothole!”

Up at the front, the driver glanced in the mirror. “Dingus McGee?” The orca clicked his tongue, “You try to get a van this time of year.”

Viniana, who was seated next to her partner, clicked her tongue, “You are a Dingus. Hit another pothole and I’ll see if Sheryl’s got a cage big enough for your dork.” Emori gulped and did his best to avoid the next couple bumps in the road. If the orca cow couldn’t get a cage, she might very well make one. He feared for the safety of his manhood.

Ian rolled his head, “So what about you?” he teased, nibbling at her ear, “Have any threats for me?” He teased her with another bite. Tugging at her ear ever so slightly.

Whitney’s hands wove their way under his shirt. “You’d better watch it or…” she trailed off into a gasp as one hand clamped onto her tail and squeezed. Ian immediately following it with a series of sharp, short thrusts. The sound of his body clapping off hers clearly audibile over the van’s radio. A radio that Viniana turned down just as Ian turned his head and bit at Whitney’s neck. The otter sow managed to bite her lip, but not before squeaking out a little moan of her own. A moan that quickly built up, drawing into needy, panting gasps as Ian didn’t let up.

Her thighs clamped against his side and nails dug into his back. She buried her face against his shoulder, which only opened her neck up to him. Ian’s teeth found purchase on her neck and tugged playfully. He got a couple more good thrusts before grabbing her by the hip and tail. “FuuuUUUuuUUuUccck…” Whitney groaned into his shoulder. Thighs and tail quaking as her peak hit. Ian just pushing her right through that peak. Managing a handful more thrusts himself before he crashed against her. Bare cock twitching inside her as he gave her the first non-rushed load in a while.

“Hey, pretty choice there, ay?” Roger grinned at the otter pair. Both he and Sheryl were holding up torn notebook pages, each with a scribbled score on there. He glanced at his bun, “What? Just an eight?”

The rabbit clicked her tongue, “I think she was putting it on a bit there towards the end.” Though the playful glint in her eyes showed the tease as she leaned back. “And what about you? Mister going to give them a nine. I think I smell a bit of bias because they’re your friend. I gave a bit more fair score because now she’s got a mess to deal with.”

He snorted, “Yeah, nah. Would score them fair either way.” Then his eyes went wide as he looked back at the otter pair. Just as Whitney was putting her top back down. “Wanna revise my score, bump to a nine-and-a-half”

Whitney stuck her tongue out, “Only a half there? You got to see boobah.”

“Well yeah, but only half of the girls. Half the twins, half a point.” He nodded, doing his best to look wise. “All’s fair, after all.”

Ian waved his hand, “Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your little show?” He chuckled as he leaned back. Running his hand over Whitney’s thigh. Nails lightly tracing up her front, over her once-again toned belly, and up to tease her breast. Giving her nipple the barest of twist and pull. Whitney gasped, yelped, and swatted at his hand.

“Not really,” Viniana called from her seat, “Couldn’t see jack up here.”

Whitney stuck her tongue out, “Good, you guys don’t get to see that. It was something I really needed.” It really was. The last… almost year had been a bit stressful for both otters. What with the baby, moving to a new place, fixing the place up, both juggling jobs, and Ian’s need to keep training and keeping his spot on the Olympic Team? It was a small miracle that they’d managed to get this trip arranged.

Well, not so much a miracle. Between Roger and Sheryl, longtime friends of the pair, and Viniana and Emori, one of Ian’s teammates and her partner, the trip was fairly affordable. With the next Olympic season coming up? Well, the Olympian pair knew they’d be busy for almost a year before. Training, honing, working on new techniques. One last blowout vacation before would be more than welcome.

So the six of them had put their heads together and picked out a spot. A small-ish tropical island, beachfront property, and not a tourist hotel. Vini and Emori had scoured high and low to find them a nice bach, a beach house. Getting one with three bedrooms was rougher than it seemed. Emori had teased that they could just all bunk up. Piling into a bed together and see what would happen. That earned him a playful swat from Vini, and a derisive sniff from Sheryl. So they’d quickly settled on a three bedroom affair.

“Uh huh,” Roger turned and rested his chin on the back of his seat, “and what about in the plane? Did you really need that too?”

Whitney happily took advantage of the situation to tweak his nose, “That doesn’t count.”

He jerked back, “It doesn’t?”

“Nope,” Whitney wiggled in Ian’s lap then decided to slip off. Quickly grabbing one of her bags and pulling out some wipes to clean herself up. “First off, it was fast. Like get in, get it done fast. So like what you do if Sheryl doesn’t make you slow down.” Roger started to say something, but the rabbit’s little laugh made him go quiet and give her a look. “Secondly, with all that turbulence, it wasn’t that enjoyable. Sorry, Ian.”

He shrugged and flashed a grin, “Much as it was bouncing, we didn’t have to do much.”

Whitney stuck her tongue out, “And third, don’t act all high and mighty. It’s the mile high club, I know you two joined up too.” The otter thought and wiggled her pants back up, “How did you two manage anyway? I’m just shocked that Roger could even fit his tail in there.”

Sheryl sighed, “It was hard. Just about had to climb on the sink so he could get in there. Then there was the other problems with…”

Whitney waved her hands, “TMI. Don’t wanna know about Roger’s breeding habits.”

Ears perked and the roo turned, “Well, it’s only fair. We get to see what you two get up to. Not that we already didn’t know. You,” he reached out to boop Whitney’s nose, “are a squeaker.”

“Squeaker?” Emori asked.

Sheryl rolled her head, “Like a screamer, but cuts off before it really breaks free.”

“Oh that’s adorable.” Vini half turned and grinned, “You always said she made the cutest noises, Ian.”

Whitney promptly nipped at Roger’s finger and swatted Ian’s chest, “You told her about me?” She huffed in mock-insult and dug into her bag. Out came a baby wipe, she had quickly learned to keep some of those on hand, and she cleaned herself up.

Ian reached out to help his partner, “Well of course. We were bored just sitting around so much. Started drinking and talking about our partners, comparing notes.”

Vini rolled her head, “You scored better than he did.”

Emori glanced at his partner, “She did?”

“Well of course, she handles a dick better than you do.”

The bull looked like he was about to say something before his attention shifted, “We’re here.” Followed by a muttered, “I’ll show you handling a dick well...” as he pulled into the driveway.

The house was pretty simple. They’d all pitched in for the rental price. Should be four bedrooms, a shared bath, and a great room. Rather simple, all told. One of the best parts was how the great room opened onto the back patio, and that lead right down to the beach. There was a small, private pool in the backyard, for some reason. None of them could come up with any good reason why it’d have an outdoor pool when there was the ocean right there. Well, aside from Vini who’d pitched the idea of some skinny dipping. Even with that, the ocean was RIGHT THERE.

Emori had barely stopped before they were piling out. Roger out first, helping Sheryl down. The rabbit flashed her partner a smile, groaned, and let a hand rest on her stomach, “I have got to pee so bad,” she groaned and started for the door, “Who has the keys?”

“It’s a code, got it here,” Vini followed on her heels. Leaving the rest of the crew to unload the van and their luggage.

Emori took a second to take a deep breath, “Ah, the sea smells so good, doesn’t it?” The orca rolled his body and grinned, “Gonna be a good week, eh?”

“Hell yeah it is,” Whitney shouldered her bag and luggage, bounding for the stairs. “Though I feel a nap is in order.”

Roger snorted, “A nap? Mrs. On-the-go Whitney is a nap enjoyer now?! What is the world coming to?” He feigned mock surprise as he grabbed up as much luggage as he could. Which, being a rather large buck, was a fair bit himself.

“Wait til you have a kid,” Ian tagged along behind, “You’ll start to appreciate a good nap, Mr. Stay-at-home Daddy.”

Rog flashed a grin, “Ooh I like that, call me Daddy again.”

Ian freed a hand as the roo paused to get the door. He shook it out, reared back, and gave his long time friend an ass slap loud enough it echoed down the foyer. Vini, already in the kitchen checking supplies, leads back to peer at them with a surprised expression. The roo yelped and jumped forward, grabbing his rear, “Not in front of the girls, Rog!” he teased.

Though his ears perked as the large roo moaned and rubbed his backside, “Need to talk safe words there, Mate. Sheryl’ll get jealous if you do that again.” He flashed a toothy grin and winked. “Speaking of, need to pick a room for her,” he split off and limped his way down the hall. Leaving Ian to shake his hand out as he wandered off to find where Whitney had set up camp.

He found his lady love in one of the further back bedrooms. Laying on her belly and on the phone, facetiming with his mother. His mother was doing her best to balance phone while holding Rio on her lap. The toddler squirming and reaching for the phone while burbling. Whitney ooing and cooing at her son. Ian grinned and set the bags down, laying next to her on the bed to join in. “Hey Mom, how’s the little man doing?”

“Was just telling Whitney that he’s been a dear. We were just getting ready for a nap, weren’t we?” Rio cooed and yawned, giving a stretch and looking cute in the way only a babe could.

“About the same here,” Whitney admitted, “We just got in. Just wanted to check in and make sure things were going good.” Ian shifted beside her and let his hand slide along her back. Settling in beside her on the bed. She breathed out a sigh and arched into his touch. Angling the phone as she half turned to lean into him. Casually chatting with his mother about this or that. Laughing as his mother went on to talk about some silly things that Rio had done.

It was hard to believe that, just a couple years ago, his parents had been less than thrilled about him and Whitney. Oh his parents knew that they were good friends, but didn’t realize they were an item. “I’d always figured that Whitney was… well you know…” his parents had muttered back when the pair told them they were engaged. Which, to be fair, they’d never acted like your typical couple. Whitney was a bit too much of a tomboy to swoon over him, and he loved her for it.

Well, a bit more than engaged.

Something about it still made Ian chuckle. Back when they graduated school, before he went off to college, they’d had a little game. Whitney trying to make him cum inside her, him trying to pull out. It had been just a game. A risky little bit of bareback play as silly teens. Then it had been radio silence for a bit while he was in University. Fuck, he wished that Whitney had been able to go too, but… well her circumstances had always been a bit rougher. Budget a bit tighter. Which was fun, arranging a plane trip for her on even his college budget. His folks paid for his tuition and some extras. Even then getting a couple grand extra was a bit of an ordeal.

Though that had lead to a couple trips to his apartment stateside, and then her sneaking into his room when he was home during holidays. They’d had so much unprotected sex, he’d been surprised that she didn’t wind up pregnant then. Though he had been mildly surprised to learn she’d been on the shot then.

Ian’s hand wandered down Whitney’s back. She sighed and rolled slightly onto her side, talking to his mother about something else. Which was great, since it shielded just where his hand was going. Slipping down the loose back of her shorts to stroke her rear. Whitney wiggled a little more, sneakily reaching down to undo her shorts. Letting them slide down as Ian’s hand swept over her lovely rear. Then around under her tail. Using the very tips of his fingers to tease her fuzzy peach.

Whitney’s lips parted with a soft sigh, asking his mother about something. Ian made sure to toss in something as well. He was half-listening and that was good enough to keep up with the conversation.

Now what had really changed their relationship was once his school was done, and he’d managed to get a place on the Olympic team. He didn’t win Gold, but came home with Bronze, which was still damn good. He and Whitney had kinda fallen out of touch. She’d said work kept her busy and she was just tired. A part of him had been afraid that she found someone else. So many nightmare scenarios had gone through his head. Doubly so when they met up at a party and she’d ended up walking out while people were asking to see his medals. He’d hurried after her, tried to get her to talk, and then she broke down.

Things had been rough, and he hadn’t known. She’d been trying to keep her head up, do something great, but life was hard. Hard enough to wear his tough-as-nails, rock solid queen of an otter into an absolute mess. She’d broken down in the middle of the street. It had taken her working two, sometimes three different jobs for weeks to save up enough to buy him an engagement bracelet. Not knowing that he’d already bought her a ring. He’d sworn then and there that she wouldn’t have to work herself to such a state again. It just made it all the sweeter when they exchanged gifts. All that much more satisfying when they’d spent a weekend doing their best not to leave each other’s presence.

He didn’t know she hadn’t been on bc, and she didn’t care. Rio had been born almost nine months to the day later.

Oh his parents had been less than thrilled. Even less so when they found out that Ian and Whitney had gone to a courthouse and gotten married. They’d tried to protest. How could he marry her? How could he knock her up? Clearly, she was just after his money, chasing his fame, if they could think of some insult they voiced it. Whitney had been surprisingly put together during all these sessions. Which had surprised him, but then again, it wasn’t like she could punch out his father.

Even if she’d wanted to.

Their tone did change when he sat them down, and he and Whitney laid out their plan along with an ultimatum. They were in this together, and they wanted his parents involved. While they were willing to negotiate some things, others were a hard no. Oh there would have to be a wedding ceremony, likely after this year’s games, and Whitney would have to wear a dress. She would not be signing a prenup or any of that.

Ian turned and nuzzled into Whitney’s hair. Narrowing his eyes as he breathed in her scent. She’d let it grow back out, dyed a fresh streak of vibrant color into it. He’d been letting his grow as well, but kept it short still. It’d probably get shorter for training season. She turned her head to nuzzle back, planting a kiss on his chin. “Watch it,” she whispered, just loud enough to reach his ears. Even as her thighs wiggled against his fingers, she pushed back into his hand. Grinding her muff into his teasing fingers.

“Well,” Ian’s mother sighed, “I should let you two go.” She glanced down, “Especially since this one is falling asleep on me.” She laughed and shifted Rio. The toddler doing his best to stay awake, “Oh, one more thing.”

Whitney bit back her sigh. She knew Ian’s mother well. That ‘one more thing’ meant that it’d be another few minutes on the call. It was a lot of nothing much. Filling in on some things that had been happening. Family stuff largely. Asking the same thing, but three or four different ways. Whitney was pretty quick on answering and chatting back. Simple, brainless stuff. It let her shift her attention to just what Ian’s fingers were doing. Resting right against her, teasing her with their warmth. She wiggled her hips just so. The phone was low enough that it’d show their faces, but nothing past.

Ian’s fingers felt so good against her. They’d found out that she enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism, but Ian loved it. She could just imagine how it’d feel once the call ended. Even though it was a bit weird getting fingered in front of her mother-in-law, there was that odd thrill to it. She could feel her heart start to speed up. Fluttering wildly in her chest as her hips rolled and pushed back. Ian’s fingers pressed against her body, curled, and his breath. Oh fuck the feel of his breath on her neck as she answered one question after the next, then repeated herself. It was driving her wild.

Thankfully, the call didn’t drag on too much longer. She didn’t want to come off as rude or impatient. Still, it was starting to make her twitchy by the time the call clicked off. A quick double-check to make sure that her MIL was off the line. Then her phone was shoved off to the side and she whipped around. “Alright, now we can...”

Ian slumped off her with a soft snort. Completely conked out. “Take a nap,” she sighed and grabbed him. Ian muttered, half-woke up, and shifted with her, before flopping again. Yeah, she knew that state of mind too well. She’d passed out on Ian her share of times. Most recently was when she was giving him a good tit job after they’d put Rio down for a nap. At least Ian hadn’t decided to finish on her face when she drifted off. So she’d give him the same courtesy. They were both worn out. Work, both were at the pool giving lessons, with him also working with his parent’s company. Taking care of Rio, packing up, corralling the others, then the flights...

She yawned and shimmied out of her shorts. They were soaked and she didn’t wanna sleep in them. Kicking them off, she curled into Ian’s side and settled in for a quick nap. Just a few... minutes...

It was dark when Ian roused. He yawned and stretched, groaning low in his throat. It took him a moment to realize he was in a strange bed. The scents of the room, feel of the mattress, everything was alien.

Well, not everything.

There was a decidedly familiar feel around his cock. The slow stroke of a hand that ran over his balls. Cupping them. Stroking up the belly of his shaft, and then back down. Even asleep, his member knew Whitney’s touch and was at full, nearly-painful, mast. Before he could even utter a sound, a tongue brushed his tip. Just a quick little lick before Whitney laid her head on his stomach. Continuing her slow, methodical teasing.

“I fell asleep, didn’t I?” he yawned.

“Mhmm,” was the only response he got. Followed quickly by her mouth sliding down his cock. Letting his curved shape slid across lips and teasing over her teeth.

“Hrufff… so how can I make it up to…”

Whitney didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking. In one smooth, graceful motion, she swung her leg over his head and promptly sat right on his face. Not that Ian was going to complain about having Whitney’s muff buried right against his nose. Especially when she’d already been pregaming a bit. Warm, flushed lips ground against his muzzle as she rocked against him. Thighs tickling his whiskers as he groaned into her. “Just tap if you need air,” she churred and leaned forward. Grinding slow and firm against his muzzle before licking his length. Just a quick swipe of her tongue before diving to his base. Smoothly, skillfully, taking every inch he had until she was nuzzling his base.

What’s good for the goose and all that.

Ian happily returned the nuzzles, pushing his nose right up against her and breathing in. Well, as much as he could with her pressing down. It was hard to tell if she wanted him to eat her out, or just wanted to get off on his face. She’d done both more times than he cared to count. Still, he tried to lick at her. Flicking his tongue over her petals. Which invited a moan from his partner and a wiggle of her hips. Figuring that’s what she wanted, he reached for her rear.

And had his hands pinned by her feet. A quick shift and she was almost kneeling on his wrists. Still grinding back into his face. He huffed, but kept going. Pushing his tongue into her. Breathing her scent as she arched and pushed into him. Staying down on his cock until he felt her start to choke. Only pulling back up so she could take a breath then dive back down. Staying on him as his hips twitched and pushed towards her.

They didn’t stay like that long. Whitney only went a few more cycles of seeing how long she could bury her nose in his groin before pulling back and turning around. “Someone is feeling Frisky,” Ian grinned at her.

Whitney returned the grin with one of her own. “Well, I was just thinking,” she casually reached back and took his cock. Lifting it with practiced ease.

“About what?”

They shared a sigh as she sat down on his cock. Warmth enveloping him again. “About back when I threw you that going away party and we had our little contest.” Hips clapped off each other. Whitney barely tapping his groin before lifting off. “Me trying to get knocked up, and you trying to pull out.”

Ian’s hands fell to her hips and began to push her down. Hips lifting smoothly to meet hers. They were still both practiced swimmers and knew each other well. Readily falling into a rhythm that meant neither would last long. “Yeah?” he huffed at her. “What about it?”

Whitney grinned at him and crossed her legs. Using them to pin his down. All while her hands roamed up to his chest.

Ears perked, “You didn’t…” Ian huffed. “Thought you were on the shot.”

There was a glint in her eyes as she rolled her shoulders, “I was. Maybe I still am. Maybe I’m not.” She lifted, lingering on his tip, then sat down. “I did go to the doctor.” Hips smacked together. Lift. “Did talk about the shot.” Another crack and pull away. “And asked about how long until it’d be risky for us to…” she lingered then slammed down, grinding against him.

Ian was trying to keep a serious, stern face. Which was really hard to do when he was feeling genuinely excited. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her. “So did you get the shot?”

Whitney arched and closed her eyes, “That’s the game isn’t it?” She moaned, “Close…” as she ground into his lap. Pushing back into him. Tail lifting just enough to slam down into the bed with force. Enough raw power that it seemed to propel her upwards.

Time slowed to a crawl as she lifted up. He could feel his cock twitching, that tension building to a cusp within him. It had been a rough few months to start with Rio. New baby, new parents, getting settled into a new home and new jobs. Having a second should be easier, in theory. They were both in a far better position. Both still worked at the pool part time. He had the job with his parents. Whitney was going back to school soon. Something she could do while pregnant, she’d started reading and studying while on leave with Rio. There was money in the bank, investments and retirements started. Not to mention the money he’d be getting from the Olympics soon. Wasn’t sure where he’d place, but…

Grip tightened. Bodies clashed with a resounding crack. The otters arched off the bed in a joined call. It was impossible to tell who came first. Whitney arching, thighs clamped to Ian’s flanks. Ian with nails digging into her hips as he pushed. He arched off the bed until just his head and heels were on the mattress. Holding tight as he erupted within his partner. Whitney planted her feet and held on, grinding into him as she rode out her finish.

And then they dropped to the bed. Collapsed into each other’s embrace. Panting, bodies heaving as they shuddered. Riding out that orgasmic high. A moment passed. Their heads turned to face each other. No words had to be shared as they simply grinned at each other. It was game on.

Knock Knock.

“Hey, if you two are done, Emori’s got a dinner on.” Sheryl’s voice drifted through the door, “Better hurry up before Roger gets it all.”

“Be there in a minute!” Whitney started to sit up. Only to have Ian grab her and roll over on top. “Getoff! We are not letting Roger get all the food.” Though her protest did lose a little sting when Ian leaned in to kiss her deeply. Tongue driving right into her mouth.

Ian broke the kiss a breath later, “Game on.”

Whitney stuck her tongue out, giggles, “Good, but…” she promptly shoved Ian off her, “I’ve gotta use the dunny.”

From his spot on the floor, Ian drug himself upwards and found some shorts. Dragging them on so he could head out to join the others in the main part of the house. Was a nice, open concept thing. The kitchen and living area flowing into each other. Those rooms flowing right into a covered patio area. Which is where the others were gathered up.

And didn’t look like he needed to grab pants.

Viniana was kicked back on a lounger, her naked body on full display. Complete with piercings in each nipple, and a line of rings on her labia. The orca cow rolled her head with a smile, glancing over her shoulder as she showed off her sizable back tattoo to Roger. “Choice, eh?”

The large kangaroo buck shook his head, “No way you got an actual Yakuza artist to do that for you.”

“I most certainly did.” Her gaze shifted, “Ask Ian, he met the guy.”

Ears perked, “Michi’s uncle? Struth, dude was scary. Like… you just got these…” he wiggled his fingers and made noises, “off him. Had super cool stories that seemed real enough. Said them with the right tone and all. Didn’t know you actually went to him.”

Vini grinned, “Yeah, Emori had an invite over there a few months back. Met with the guy again and saw some of his work.” She rolled her arms and flexed, “Talked him into giving me one of these.” Her back was a literal canvas with a great picture of Tangaroa. The whale-like great atua posed in the midst of a Great Wave. “Said I took better than some dudes he’d done!” she barked a laugh. “But then again, I know how to handle a prick.”

Emori flowed through the doors, “Oi, I’m right here.” Vini stuck her tongue out and he responded in same. “Tonight I went a little lazy. Just made us a tapas-inspired meal.”

Vini chuffed, “With fresh bread. He got all riled up when he saw that there was instant yeast.” Emori was a rising star, and prying him away from the kitchen had been a task in and of itself. At least that’s what Vini said. Ask Emori and it was far easier, since she apparently didn’t give him a choice. “Don’t want my bull burning out too fast. Not before I’m done with him.”

Sheryl slid onto a seat, “Looks great.”

“What’s that smell? That smelly smell that smells… smelly. And delicious.” Whitney vaulted the outdoor couch and plopped beside Ian. “So what’s the plan for tonight?” she asked, reaching for a bit of nibbles as soon as the tray was down.

Sheryl leaned forward with a huff, “Well, we were thinking movie. Rog found they’ve got a projector,” she waved a bit of bread towards an alcove. “Other than that…” she trailed off and glanced towards Roger and Viniana. Both were grinning, though Viniana had her typical half-mad smile with way too many teeth.

“We were thinking of a bit of a game. After the whole van incident.”

“Game?” Ian waited until everyone else had gotten a bite before picking up something for himself.

A nod, “Yeah. Pretty simple little thing,” Sheryl nodded towards the kitchen. “We found a whiteboard in there.” On cue, Rog whipped it out and Sheryl pointed. The board had already been divided into three sections. “So, figured starting tomorrow we can begin the games. One point for each sexual encounter. Start to finish. Two points for anything kinky.”

Whitney nibbled at a mussel, “Just two?”

Vini pointed with a bit of bread, “Yeah, didn’t want kinks getting out of hand.”

Sheryl nodded, “Doubly so since we didn’t bring any gear and none of you are experienced with some of the harder stuff.” A smile crossed her lips, “Or, at least not as experienced. Frankly, if we were judging based on kinkiness, Rog and I would blow you four out of the water.” There was something in her calm delivery, and the much larger kangaroo’s embarrassed, yet proud, smile that sent a shiver of worry down the otters’ spines.

“And foreplay?” Ian leaned back and sipped on some wine. “How many points for that?”

Rog held up his hand, “Big fat zero. It’s part of sex, after all.”

Sheryl clicked her tongue off her teeth, “And it’s to stop someone from being cheeky and counting oral then sex as three encounters.”

Vini sighed, “They just had to cut me off after I had a thought.”

Whitney leaned into Ian’s side and thought. “So what do we win out of this?”

“Bragging rights, mostly. I mean, it’s a friendly contest just to help us all unwind. I mean, it’s your first weekend away from the little one, and I don’t doubt you’re gonna have more brats.” Sheryl’s tone was light and teasing. “Not to mention I’m only a couple months off losing sleep.” Her hand fell to rest on the swell of her own stomach.

Viniana shared a look with Emori and smirked. “Which makes me think...” she mused and trailed off. “I had wanted to get everyone here before I asked about it.” Her fingers crossed and uncrossed, “A bit of partner swapping. No strings attached, can always stop as soon as anyone becomes uncomfortable. All protection offered and used freely. Though,” she hummed and glanced at Sheryl, “Don’t think you could get anymore pregnant, and I just got refreshed.” Her eyes darted to Whitney.

The ottress squirmed against Ian in thought, “I’ll...” she trailed off a moment, “have to think about it.” A little sigh, “I mean, I haven’t been with anyone but Ian. Well... aside from the time I gave Rog a handy.”

Sheryl rolled her shoulders with a hum, “No rush, we’ve got plenty of time. All weekend.” She lifted her water to sip, “No like you guys are gonna win anyway. You know what they say about rabbits.”

“That they run their kangagrooms into the ground?”

Whitney’s comment made Sheryl snort. Thankfully, it was just some water. “Brat,” she coughed out, flicking a napkin towards Whitney.

Ian chuckled at the play with Sheryl and Whitney. Gentle insults, light ribbing, but always in good fun. A bit gentler than what she did with Rog, but infinitely more playful. Was nice to see Whitney lighting up. He ran his fingers along her back and smiled. She’d almost been a shell of herself a couple years ago. Even after he got back and started helping out, it had taken her a bit to come back to her old self.

Well, even now she hadn’t fully. Though he hadn’t either. They’d both clearly grown up a bit. Hard not to with a kid and responsibilities.

“And I’m telling you that he’s damn impressive. See?!” Whitney turned and started to pull down Ian’s pants. Getting so far as to expose his underwear before he snapped back and jumped. Whitney looked up with a wicked grin, “What? Usually you’re thrilled when I pull your pants down on a couch.” She adopted a rather serious face, “Or were you zoning out?”

Ian stammered a bit, “I was… ah…”

“Zoning out,” the group said at the same time. Each cracking a smile in turn.

“You bitch!” Ian laughed at Whitney and grabbed her by the back of the head. “I’ll show you zoning out.” Promptly shoving her nose against his groin.

Vini chuffed a laugh, “Oh no, are we starting to find some of their kinks?” She grinned and clicked her tongue stud against her teeth. The orca gal kicking back, one foot up on the couch. Hand resting on her thigh, lightly teasing at her outer petals. Not showing the least bit of shame as she grinned wickedly. Ian glanced over at Emori and the chef was watching as well, but being less obvious about it.

“Certainly could be,” Ian chuckled back and reclined some. He released Whitney, who came up flushed and spluttering some. She huffed at him and flopped against him, bowling him fully over onto the couch.

Whitney stretched and huffed, “How about we get to the movie before someone gets embarrassed.”

The movie marathon was great. Just a range of movies that they could all riff on, and all freely did. All while snacking on the meal Emori had set out. Oh Ian was certain that there was some sneaky fondling going on too. Whitney was certainly grinding and wiggling and working him up. Never enough to get him to go too far. Though it didn’t stop him from sliding his hand around front and into her shorts. Boldly massaging her bare pussy right there on the couch. Drawing little huffs and soft elbow-jabs here and there. He chuckled and nuzzled her head, but didn’t remove his hands. Just kept his fingers busy the whole time. Never letting her know when he’d go back to teasing her.

Though even with the good friends, good wine, good food, brief nap, and fun of the movies, they were still a bit lagged. Ian could hear it in Whitney’s complaints and feel it weighing on himself.

Thankfully, it was Rog and Sheryl that went first. The large roo picking up his partner and carrying her to their chosen rooms. He and Whitney stayed a few minutes longer, just enough to finish up the movie before excusing themselves. Whitney stretched and pushed against him. Grinding into his groin a second before rolling out of the couch and shambling off. Ian following a step behind her.

Whitney shed her clothing, lifted an edge of the covers, and slid smoothly into bed. Ian a breath behind her. Both under the covers before clothes even hit the floor.

A part of him expected Whitney to turn and start riding him. Instead, he felt the ottress press back into him. Arch, and then turn to press her nose to his neck. Barely having time to breathe out a sigh before her breathing began to even out. Surprise quickly changed to contentment. Ian breathing out his own quiet sigh and nuzzled into her head. Breathing in his lady-love’s scent as her body rolled against his ever so slightly. Light touch of her hand on his side. Arm sweeping up under his to draw him in. Caress of a leg over his. Touch of her tail as they slid in closer. Bodies intertwining under the covers.

Then… sleep.

Ian woke some time later. Whitney still curled in his arms, letting out the occasional little snore. It was cute, she hated when he pointed out that she snored. He teased her about it on and off. It was one of her little peccadillos, those little things that he knew about. She knew just about as much about him. That was the good stuff though. All those tiny secrets about each other. How they had tea or coffee, the way they snored, small things to tease each other about.

And the way Whitney ground against his thigh when she was having a horny dream.

Oh he could feel it. That warm wetness as it brushed his thigh. How Whitney’s breath hitched ever so slightly. The quiet moan that whispered out between quiet snores. A part of him wondered what she was dreaming of. What naughty little ideas were racing around in her head. She never told him, always claimed that she couldn’t remember her dreams. Which, fair enough, he couldn’t remember his either. He was certain he dreamed, had a passing image of it in his head. Some mornings he’d wake up hard enough he’d be able to jackhammer concrete. Whitney’d tease him around those mornings. Well, once she caught her breath that is.

“Mmmnnngh...zzzz…”

Whitney’s fingers dug into his sides ever so gently. Squeezed, and she shifted. Releasing his leg and twisting around until she was half on her belly. Face partially buried into the pillow as she continued her sleepy time snores. Ian chuckled and stretched. Craning his head to peer over at his phone. It had been late when they finally retired. It was still early, pre-dawn. None of the others would be up yet. Not for a few more hours at least.

Covers rustled as he shifted. Not enough to disturb Whitney, who continued her sleepy time muttering. Fingers brushed along her back. Tracing down her spine to the wide base of her tail. She breathed out a quiet murmur, a slight giggle, and nuzzled into the pillows. Her wide, thick rudder base was delectable. Lifting under his touch so his fingers could sweep in under.

Slick, plush lips greeted his fingers. Ian licked his lips and shifted slowly. Nuzzling Whitney’s thigh before leaning in.

Her thighs framed his body perfectly. The space between her thighs just right for his face to slide into. Squeezing down just so as his tongue found her pussy lips. Her tail twitched then came to rest on top of his head. Ears just barely poking up on either side of her tail. It didn’t matter though, he knew just what to do. Tongue parted her folds and teased at her. Whitney’s dream had left her warm, waiting. He hummed at her and nuzzled gently. Nibbling on her folds gently before letting his tongue press in.

A quiet moan, squeeze of thighs, and shift of the hips. He grinned and nibbled on the outer lips. Just a taste as his hands swept up. Curling arms under her thighs so he could grab her rear. Squeezing, kneading, spreading her just a little as his tongue dove in again.

As he ate her out, his mind wandered back to what she’d offered. Their own private little game. Another kid. Where they ready for that? Rio was sleeping through the night, settling down, but just about to get into the toddler stage. He’d dealt with cousins and nephews in that stage, and they were a handful. It was nothing they couldn’t handle. Though… he was about to get serious into training. Whitney was just starting school back. Which her classes were mostly online, so that would make things easier. It was harder to think nine months into the future. Rio had been a rather easy pregnancy and Whitney had handled it like a champ. Though Sheryl and Rog had helped out there. They’d have their own kid here soon. Which would make things more difficult. Of course his parents could help out. Though that came with its own costs and downsides.

He found himself examining each lick, ever drop of her scent and arousal. Could he tell if she was on or off her birth control? Not like he went to the doctor with her to check. It would be just like Whitney to take the risk. He was honestly surprised they didn’t have more kids at this point, considering all the fun and risks they’d had since he went off to college.

Not that he could use his own body to judge. If eating her out didn’t have him rock hard, then thinking about all this would. Hells, even just her grinding on his thigh had started waking his manhood up. It knew her touch too well and knew when it was Go Time. He was hard as steel, throbbing against the covers. Ian groaned into Whitney’s pussy and ground into the bedding. Using the slight stimulation to keep himself worked up. Not that he’d really need it. Especially with the way Whitney, even in her sleep, was pushing back and grinding. Her breath coming in shorter pants as her excitement built.

They knew each other’s bodies well. He’d spent hours teasing her, fingering her, eating her out, and knew just when she was going to peak. Rain or shine, sleep or wake, he knew his partner well and knew what buttons to push. A flick of his tongue here. Squeeze of her ass there. Roll his tongue a quarter way to the left over here… Feel that shiver and the push. He twisted his head and dove in that much deeper. Lips and teeth finding her swollen clit and latching on. Grip it ever so delicately with his teeth, and suck. He felt her legs lift and shake, could imagine how her toes curled, shivered, then flexed as he pleasured her.

Ian’s timing was perfect, or very nearly so. He knew all the signs of Whitney’s climax. Just before her dams burst, he pulled back with a pop that made Whitney jump. He could just make out the shape of her head in the dark, illuminated by the bedside clock, as she turned her head, “Wha…” she muttered.

“Morning,” he churred. His hand cracked off her rear with a loud smack, making Whitney jump and squeak in the still morning. Ian surged up over her as she did. Shoving her back down into the pillow, body driving her thighs apart. Even half asleep, Whitney knew what Ian was planning. Thighs tensed and her body arched, shifting up off the bed even as he surged over her. Happily burying her face into the pillow to muffle the coming noise.

They were like a synchronized swim team. Her hips lifted and angled just so. Pushing into his hand as he leaned over her. He reached down and gripped his cock, at the same time her hand appeared from under her and spread her lips apart.

“Aahhnnggh…”

“Mmmmph!”

Cock slid into pussy and hips met with a muted crack. Ian leaned over Whitney, using his body to push her down into the bedding. Both her hands shot up to the pillow. Bunching it up under her face as she buried her head into it. Muffling the moan as he drove her into the bed. His next thrust came just as fast, rocking both their bodies forward. Mattress shifting and frame creaking quietly. Sleek, athletic body crashed into the sleek, yet curvy body of his partner.

It only took a handful of thrusts before Whitney’s shoulders hunched and she cried out again. Shuddering under him as Ian forcefully fucked her through her first peak. Toes flexed and curled, legs lifted and tried to push against his sides. Ian was larger, body honed through training. She was strong and fit, but… well she didn’t want to fight too much. Not when he was fucking her silly, and she was loving every moment of it.

Weight shifted as Ian pressed closer. Getting as tight to Whitney as he could. Hands darted up from her hips and under her. Cupping those full breasts and teasing them. Pinching and pulling at her nipples. Muffled gasps and pants rose in pitch as he played her like a fiddle. The force, the feel, the possessiveness. She was independent and tough, but holy fuck… just the things he did to her. It had her eyes rolling back in her head as he hammered her. Slamming his body against hers. Driving her through her first peak, slamming her towards another. It was everything she could to to just hold on. Yet she stubbornly dug her toes into the bed. Arched and pushed up into him. Gave him that bit of resistance even as his teeth found her shoulder. Biting down as his fingers dug into her breasts. Whitney bit her lip and arched, breath catching in her throat.

“Ffffmmmmgnnhhh,” Ian snarled into her neck. Warmth exploding into her core. The Olympian pressed his body tight to hers. Letting her relish in the feel of his balls as they leapt against her body. The steady thump and twitch of his sac against her a blissful beat. Slow grind of his hips against hers as he emptied himself into her. Drawing back with a slow pant and quiet huff.

Ian rolled his body and pulled away. Dropping onto his back with a huff. Eyes narrowing as he hummed and stretched. Ready to drift off for another hour or two before…

“Hey!” Whitney swatted his chest.

“What?” Ian stretched with a low groan.

Whitney was atop him before he’d even finished his stretch. Just her weight coming down right as his back was arched off the bed in a classic bridge. Her thighs locked into place around his waist as she fixed him with a savage grin. “We…” she grabbed his half-hard cock and stroked it,” aren’t…” a squeeze made his length pulse as she lined up, “done yet!” Her freshly creamed cunt slid right over his cock as she dropped onto him.

It was a couple hours later when Ian shuffled into the rental’s main room. Fur damp from the shower, wearing only a pair of loose shorts. Sheryl was perched at the kitchen bar, sipping some tea. Viniana and Emori were in the kitchen proper. Vini bent over the counter, tail raised and rocking back, Emori leaning over her, railing the orca cow while also stirring up food. “Morning,” the caramel bun yawned, “I swear, you athletic types must fuck more than even rabbits. Who needs an alarm clock when Whitney is biting a pillow and squealing?” Her tone was dry and even, but she couldn’t keep the smirk from her eyes.

“Hey, blame this dork!” Whitney waltzed past Ian with just a towel draped around her, scrubbing her hair with another. “Waking me up by eating me out, then pinning me to the bed?”

Ian cracked a grin, “I knew you were awake. Some of those noises you only make when you’re trying to act like you’re asleep.” He sauntered towards the white board, “So what counts as kinky? Does rough sex? Or starting when your partner is asleep?” He paused, “What about multiple rounds?”

Vini spoke up, “There’s something other than rough?” She cracked a toothy grin and slammed her hips back into Emori with a crack.

Sheryl rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Rough is a,” she wiggled her fingers, “maybe, edge case. Though would say yes, especially if someone is left sore, and there’s proper aftercare. Of course somnophila counts, provided proper consent.” She clicked her tongue, “Multiple rounds… Well of course. We want to see some professional numbers, don’t we?”

Ian marked up a good six tally marks on the board. Paused. Then added another for their post-sex shower. Which turned into more slippery sex.

“Ooh, seven before breakfast? Bold. D-daaaring…” Vini arched with narrowed, blissful look on her face. Emori shuddered, dropped his spatula, grabbed her hips, and shoved into her. The pair ground together for a second before he planted a kiss on her neck and pulled back. She huffed and stood up as well. That wide grin on her muzzle as she reached for the paper towels. Only to catch the towel Whitney tossed at her. “Chur.”

Whitney waved her hand, “Sweet as.” Watching as Vini wiped herself up and sauntered over to the whiteboard, adding a couple marks to the board as well. She glanced at the others, “What? Public sex in a kitchen?”

The otter leaned forward, “Does it count as public when it’s us? I mean, you’ve been sauntering around naked since we got here. All we haven’t seen is him in you.”

Sheryl nodded, “She’s got a point there.”

Vini pulled a face, “Then what would be public, huh?”

Ian poured some coffee and slid the mug to Whitney. She flashed a smile and took a sip. He knew just how she liked it. “Well, I saw this nice little place by a cafe in town.” The devious otter cracked a smile, “Pretty sure Ian’s gonna end up pinning me to a wall down there later.”

For the first time since he’d met her, Ian saw Vini blanch a bit. The orca sat up a little more, thought, then sat up even straighter as her cheeks colored. “That public? But like… there’s…” she waved her hand, “nothing there to hide behind.”

Whitney cracked a smile, “Oh there is, you’ve just gotta know what to do. Plus a couple things are a given.” She leaned forward, “So when’s breakfast?”

“Finishing it up now. Just had to finish her up,” he nodded towards Vini, swinging his hips so his fluke cracked off her rear with a resounding crack. “Some people like coffee in the morning, others like cock.”

Whitney pointed, “I get that. Good way to start a hard day.”

Sheryl pulled a face, “Shouldn’t it be a hard start to a good day?” she waited a second then waved her hand, “Know what? Never mind.”

Vini flashed a grin, “So about this little... public thing of yours?”

Whitney mirrored her lean forward, and let her towel slide off. “What about it?” she flashed a smile, matching the orca’s energy.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Ian muttered into Whitney’s ear.

She planted a kiss on his chin and nuzzled up into him, “Just take it easy. You’re the one that loves fucking me by the window all the time.” A roll of her hips pushed herself against him. Grinding into the growing bulge of his excitement. Her hand was already buried into his shorts, cradling his cock and massaging it.

It was lunch time, or close enough to lunch. The couples had settled down for some more movies and relaxation after breakfast. Rog and Sheryl racked up a couple points for their score with a slow ride on the couch. Vini had pinned Emori to the couch and given him a rather enthusiastic tit job. Whitney had settled for teasing Ian to ‘help him build up’ for the main event later.

He bit Whitney’s lip as she leaned up, tugging at it gently. “You’re the one that’s always strutting onto the balcony naked.” Hands swept down Whitney’s back to push her shorts and panties down. Not far, just enough to expose her pussy. “Silently begging me to just...” Ian trailed off as she returned the favor and fished his cock out.

They were just off the main street, if you could even call it that. There wasn’t a great deal on the island. The main drag was down by the port, no surprise there. With really only a couple stores, a market, and a handful of places to eat or drink. Even with all that, they could hear people moving past. The casual chatter of conversation interrupted by vehicles.

Sheryl had opted to stay back at the rental and nap, but Rog was out here. He’d promised to bring her some food. Currently he and Emori were chatting it up at the table. Viniana was leaning against the alley wall, shielding the otters from the street view. She’d glance over her shoulder now and then, especially as Whitney would make a noise. Now, she glanced back just as Whitney threw a leg around Ian’s hip and arched. Sighing out as his tapered, curved length slipped into her.

Ian growled quietly and began to thrust. Short, sharp pumps of his hips. Whitney had been teasing him for a couple hours now. Which would mean a bit of a larger load. He was more excited to see her fucked silly than anything else. What was good for the gander was good for the goose and all that. She’d never tease him without teasing herself. So she was likely more on the edge than he was.

Not to mention that she really did love this risky type of thing. Pair that with how fast he was going? Oh it was no surprise that she was breathing hard within seconds. Her hands fell to his shoulders, body lifting towards him. Blouse lifting as her body arched and rolled. She wanted him to touch her, to expose her more to the air. Raise the risk that much more as they went at it like a pair of animals.

He obliged her with a low, playful growl. Nails rasped along her belly and up under her top. Fingers darted under her bra and found her breast, tweaking her already hard nipple. She bit her lip and jolted at the tweak, clenching around him in return. She arched, pushing off the wall with shoulders and tail. While her body had suffered some from her pregnancy, they’d spent plenty of time in the gym and pool. It was still their favorite unwinding spot when they could manage. Little swims with Rio was great bonding too. Whitney was still damn strong, and loved to push him around when she could. Silently use her body to tease him, coax him to push back. Which he did. Shoving her back to the wall. Tail slapping off hers as he growled in return.

After years of knowing her, he knew how to read her body. Just as she knew how to read his. The way her hips shifted, the slight opening of her lips, faster panting, how her nails dug into his side, and countless other signs.

Before her call could build into a cover-blowing screech, he lunged forward. Whitney’s open mouth was the perfect target as his tongue sprang off his teeth and dove past her lips. He pushed into the kiss, nose almost bouncing off hers, but she twisted at the last instant. Her tongue tried to fight his, but was quickly overpowered. Lips sealing together as her scream turned into muffled pants. Pushing and arching into him eagerly, begging him with her body.

Their risky sessions never lasted long. Couple minutes at most. Ian had never heard Whitney complain about it, and it seemed this was going to be another success. She threw a leg around him and pushed into his hand and the kiss. Shuddering as Ian threw his body to hers. Front to front, pressing her against the cinder block wall.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Ian held the kiss through his peak. Pinning Whitney to the wall as he emptied himself into her. Only drawing away once he was sure he was finished. Their kiss broke quickly and Whitney flashed a grin, dropping to her knees and gripping his cock. Whitney flashed a grin, “We still clear?” as she pulled a bag out of her pocket. Out came a wet nap to wipe him off, followed by a quick swipe to herself.

“Uh…” Viniana glanced around, “All clear…” she trailed off, eyes focusing past the pair.

Creeeeak..

The otters turned their heads and found themselves staring at a boar. He was standing just inside a side door, holding trash in his hands. The rough looking male snorted, “If you’re gonna fuck or something, do it somewhere else, yeah?”

Whitney hurriedly pulled her shorts up, “Of course!”

Ian helped her to her feet, “Yeah, sorry about that, just...” he trailed off and flashed a smile.

The boar rolled his eyes, muttered something about tourists, and shuffled behind the building. Leaving the trio to hurry out of the alleyway. Whitney’s ears red as she leaned into Ian, Ian with his arm around her, and Vini looking almost giddy.

Emori glanced up as they sat down, “So... how was it?”

Viniana leaned in with a wide grin, “I can’t believe how hot it was just watching it.” She bit her lower lip and squirmed back and forth on her seat. Pierced brow arching towards her partner. Emori fixed her with a look and mouthed No, even as she kept giving him the brow wiggle.

“Hot?” Whitney chittered and leaned in, “We just about got caught!” she whisper-shouted. Voice trailing off as someone came over with their food.

Ian flashed a crooked grin, “Isn’t that kinda the idea?”

“Exactly!” Vini trilled and snatched up some food.

Whitney teased back, “All fine and good until there’s some scandal. Your picture all over the Paparazzi Papers, balls deep in me against a wall.”

Ian hummed dryly, “Yes. Olympian loves his wife and is caught doing SO in public. Scandalous.” Promptly getting a swat from Whitney. He laughed, grabbing the base of her tail and squeezing it, “Well, if you ever want me to stop...” his nails dug into her just a little, drawing a shiver and another swat from his love.

Rog cracked a grin, “Good thing Sheryl isn’t feeling up to it. She’d try to one-up you two.” he cracked a wry grin and winked.

“When has she ever tried that?” Whitney perked her ear.

“Well, remember your housewarming thing? That really cute dress she wore? How she was sitting right on my lap half the party?” The large kangaroo buck sipped his beer. “Naughty little vixy had this...” he trailed off and coughed, “toy that she kept using. Must’ve given her a half-dozen loads before the snacks ran out.”

Whitney’s jaw dropped. She looked at Ian in shock and the otter shrugged, “I thought you noticed. You even teased Rog about his balls popping out of his shorts.”

“I didn’t... no... How...” She caught Ian’s smile and then Rog’s smirk. Eyes narrowed dangerously, “You two had better be fucking with me.” Her gaze darted between husband and bestie. Trying her best to see which would crack first. The pair just kept up their enigmatic grins throughout lunch. Vini leaned forward to ask some questions about kinks. Which Roger seemed happy enough to respond to. Leaving Whitney to pester Ian with pokes to his side and looks as lunch went on.

Fresh seafood, produce, and beer consumed, the group didn’t linger for long before heading back. Their rental wasn’t too far away. and it was a nice day. Whitney linked her arm in Ian’s as they walked and lagged a little, letting the trio pull ahead. She leaned in, “Been thinking about that.. swap thing.”

“Oh?”

She rolled her head, “Well, you know. Just thinking, maybe some overthinking.”

“Just maybe?” he couldn’t help but tease.

She responded with a bump against his side. “Well, I mean…” Whitney trailed off a moment and glanced forward, “Had you ever thought about… being with other women?”

“Of course.”

A laugh and bump again, “Wow, no hesitation at all there.”

“Since when have we ever minced words with each other.” Ian threw an arm around her and pulled her close, “I know you’ve thought about other guys.”

“Fine, yeah, okay.” Whitney bumped back, the pair of them swaying back and forth on the street with their play-fight/shoulder bumps. “Have you ever thought about her though?” Whitney glanced at the group ahead of them and nodded at the orca cow. Looking over her build, the muscles that shifted under her hide, those tattoos, the visible piercings, even the way she carried herself.

“Viniana? Yeah, of course. Why?”

“Well…” Whitney mused and her ears twitched back, “look at her. Loud, brash, confident, smart… an Olympian.” Ian knew that tone of voice. Whitney was silently comparing herself to Viniana. What she could have been, if only. If only she’d gotten to college. If only her family didn’t suck. If only…

Ian bumped Whitney’s side, “And not you.” Whitney started, but he cut her off with a gentle, “You’re tough as nails. Being a mom, working, starting college, and putting up with my mother? Pffsh, you’re spectacular, and I love reminding you just how wonderful you are.”

“Flirt,” Whitney leaned against his shoulder.

“You know, she even offered once.” Whitney’s ear twitched, and Ian continued before she could ask the obvious. “It was during The Games. Months of focusing on just training. Wake up, run, eat, work out, train, drill, eat, sleep, repeat; all leading up to this. A grand event where it’s a lot of sit around and wait for your event.” He breathed out a soft chuckle, “I mean, you remember the whole cardboard bed thing? Trying to keep athletes from fucking is no joke, and also impossible.

“So one day she asks if I want a bit of release. She’s been worked up, I’ve clearly been as well. Says she knows a good spot for some privacy.” Whitney’s ear was turned towards him, hanging onto his words. “I told her it was goddamn tempting, but I had someone at home.” he flashed a smile, “It’s how she knew about you.”

Whitney’s ears twitched back to hide the blush, “So you turned down sex with an Olympian because you probably had me back at home? Dork.” She bumped and leaned into his side with a low sigh. “So what happened? She go off to find someone else?”

Ian looped an arm around her, “Nah, she sat and listened. While still playing with herself. Got a little awkward. But she said a girl had to do what a girl had to do, and she only had a couple hours before her match. So I just held eye contact, established dominance.” Ian did his best to mimic her tone of voice and that toothy grin of hers. Which just made Whitney crack up with a laugh. The others glanced back at the laugh, but the otters were just strolling, arms around each other.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Whitney leaned into him, “but my idiot.”

He kissed her head, “So what were you thinking?”

“That maybe, maybe, we could…’ she trailed off and bit her lower lip. “Try it out.” Whitney wiggled her hips. “Not this weekend though. It’d feel… weird to just,” she waved her hand and tried to think on what to say, “Do it like that.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “want to make sure you’re pregnant first.”

“Why you!” she turned and began to swat at his chest, making Ian laugh and block her hands. Which turned into a play slap-fight as they followed the others back to their bach.

After lunch, a good walk, and with it as hot as it was? There was only one way to unwind.

“CANNONBALL!” Whitney shrieked as she bolted through the house. Sheryl reached back and opened the sliding door, the pregnant bun reclining on the patio. Whitney barely slowed, somehow shedding shoes, pants, and everything else while barreling through the house. She took a running leap and crashed into the pool with a mighty splash.

Sheryl glanced up as Viniana raced past as well. A streak of black and white followed by a mighty belly flop. The caramel rabbit peeled the orca’s top off her face, “So,” she mused, “how was lunch?”

“Pretty good,” Rog slid into the seat beside her, “Got you some…” he scrunched his nose as he tried to remember, “Bai.. ba… Roasted eggplant with herby things.”

“Baigan Choka? Chur, love.” she kissed his cheek. “And that?”

Rog sank down beside her, “Sweet as, and dunno. Vini watched the two of them,” he made a wild hand gesture, “then Ian and Whitney hung back. We got close to the door and Whitney screamed, ‘last one in the water is a loser’ and took off running.”

“And no way Vini can resist that,” Ian mused as he followed the others, shedding his top and rolling his shoulders. Stingray tattoo on full display before he kicked off shorts got at the poolside. Posing a second in the buff before diving into the water smoothly.

“Guess I’m the loser, eh?” Emori cracked a grin, “Dunno what’s going on either, just that Vini said I’d better get my tail in there too.”

Sheryl waved her fork, “Have fun. Don’t make a huge mess.” She glanced at Rog over the top of her sunglasses, “Are you going to join them in their frolicking?” The kangaroo’s grin was all the answer she needed. He wasn’t about to leave her high and dry.

In the pool, it didn’t take long for Whitney to come up to Ian. She flashed a grin under the water and flipped around, flicking her tail in his face. He reached for her, and she darted away.

Ian flipped and darted after Whitney. Chasing her around Viniana, who was drifting in the deep end. The orca twisted to watch the otters with a crooked grin. Her attention shifting to the ladder as a fourth shape joined them. Emori entered the pool with a bit less fanfare than the swimmer trio, but he was every bit as bare. His body lean, not exactly of the same cut as the swimmers, but not bad shape.

Not that it would help him as she arrowed straight for him. Slamming into her partner before he’d even cleared the ladder. Bubbles burst from his mouth in a short yelp as he tumbled with her. Caught in the cow’s powerful leg-lock as she pressed her body to him.

Whitney glanced over at them and wiggled her head, ‘Oh look at them go,’

Ian flashed a smile of his own and bubbled, ‘Not going to let them show us up?’ he asked with a silent arch of his brow.

‘As if,’ Whitney answered with a twist and spread of her legs. Ian dove right in, both gliding over hers smooth as silk. Whitney and he locked legs and arms. Falling into a somewhat familiar pattern. OH this was far from the first time they’d had sex in a pool. Sneaking underwater at the Gym… well, it was frowned upon but they did have keys.

Ian arched and Whitney ground against him. It didn’t take much before he was pushing against her. Whitney freed a hand and reached down, guiding him right into her. Pleased moan bubbling from her nostrils as the ottress arched to him. Legs squeezing his hips just so as they twisted in the water.

They started out slow. Smoothly pushing into the other. A sensual water ballet of twisting and thrusting. His cock quickly getting to full mast inside her warmth. Tails swatted off each other as they began to sink. Whitney twisting around on bottom as Ian held her.

Viniana and Emori weren’t far behind. The poor chef sank like a rock as the Olympian straddled him like the Amazon she was. Pinning him to the tile bottom as her legs hooked and looped around him. Not that he seemed to mind, hands raced along her body and gripped her breasts. Fingers curled expertly around her piercings and twisted. The cow arching with a grin, bubbles trailing from her lips as she pushed harder on him. Core muscles visibly rippling from the force of her clenching around her partner.

Ian’s attention was wholly on Whitney though. The orcas were only a side thought. He leaned over her, whiskers touching hers. Feeling how her body responded to him as he began to push. Each stroke shifted them slightly in the water, but always drove her back into the tiles. She arched into him, nuzzling his neck and cheeks. Body rolling into his thrusts. Meeting him stroke for stroke. Body hungry, demanding more even as his length filled her so beautifully.

A touch was all it took for Ian to push off the bottom. He and Whitney twisted about in the pool as they rose. Feet lazily kicking as they lifted up. She arched off him and took a breath the moment her nose broke surface. A firm kick drove them back down.

Whitney gave him a look, but he just smiled. Leaning in to kiss her as they twisted in the water. The otters twisted and pushed, ground and swished. Legs hooked around body and pulled closer. Tails slapped each other. Bodies heaved and writhed in rapturous union. Pushing each other towards their pleasure.

Dark shapes rose from below. The orcas raced past the entwined otters. Poor Emori wasn’t as used to spending time under water as his fellows were. He had to surface in a spray and a splutter. Viniana barely breaching for a puff of air. Sheryl and Rog’s distant complains of the splash barely cut through the surface as the chef stayed on the surface. Vini arched her back underwater, hanging off him as her hips lifted and drove down.

“Nnnnghnn…” the orca’s groan was the first to cut through the water. Echoing through them as he pushed into his partner. Pink flushed belly ground into hers as his form twitched. Giving up his seed in another filling.

Whitney’s heel dug into Ian’s rear. Harder. Faster. She demanded. Body pushing into his silently, teeth pulling at his lip. Ian did just that, somehow finding purchase. Fingers rasped down her back and hooked onto her tail. Entire body hunching forward as he thrust. Whipping the water around them into a frenzy as she arched and bubbled her pleasure. Body offering itself fully to him as her eyes rolled in bliss.

So close… her heels dug into his rear. Nails found purchase on his shoulders. A look of pure bliss on her face as he pushed her ever closer. A kick, a thrust. Her body seized and back arched. Head breaking the surfaced as she screamed her pleasure. Seizing against him as her body clenched around his cock. Milking him.

Ian was right on her heels. Erupting seconds later, pumping his seed into her. Risky, he thought, But risk is fun for both of us. He grinned and grabbed her thighs, making sure that he was as tight to her as he could get. Don’t let a single drop escape… he huffed. Bubbling out as he filled her with everything he could offer. He was in the best shape of his life. Young, virile, but… by this weekend either she’d be pregnant, he’d be drained, or both.

Whitney pulled and Ian broke the surface with a gasp and pant. “Goddamn!” Vini grinned from nearby, “was worried you’d pass out down there.” She floated on her back, still holding Emori in that deadly snu-snu leg lock of hers.

“Nah,” Whitney grinned as she pushed into Ian, grinding into his lap without thinking about it, “he’s great at holding his breath as he goes down.”

“Please,” Sheryl breathed a moan, “I’ve heard you two go at it. You could both stand to…mmmph…” she arched, legs casually draped over Roger’s shoulders, “learn some things from my… Iii…” she panted and rubbed Roger’s ears, massaging them in the way she she knew he loved.

Whitney separated from Ian and drifted to the edge of the water. Play-arguing with Sheryl about how good Ian was about going down vs the “Great meathead.” An argument that lost some of its sting as the roo practically lifted his partner off the lounger, all while still buried tongue-deep inside her.

Ian chuckled as he got to the edge of the pool and leaned against it. Ears perking as Whitney screamed in mock horror as Roger shed his shorts and flung them at her. More than ready to go to the next stage with his love bunny.

“Gonna be a hell of a weekend, huh?” Viniana grinned, still floating around on her back. Pierced icebergs bobbing above the waterline.

“Gonna be a hell of a weekend,” Ian agreed with a grin. Not that he’d dare change a single thing about it all. “So what’s that?” he mused, “Another six for me and Whit?” He tapped his finger to his lips and thought about it. “Seems like you’re falling behind… again.”

Vini perked up, “Oh, is that how it’s going to be, Bronze medal?”

“Oh that’s how it’s going to be, Little Miss Silver.”

Emori perked up from his side of the pool, “Why did I just feel the chill of death wash over me?”

Whitney paused her mock-argument with Roger and Sheryl, “Probably because Viniana is gonna kill you trying to keep up with Ian and me. Speaking of which…” she planted both feet on the wall with a grin, “Sexpedo!” and dove under the water again, arrowing straight for Ian.

He snapped a mock salute to Vini, “Tell the team I love the… ACK!” he got speared into the wall and began to sink. Diving to play wrestle with Whitney again.

Yeah. It was going to be one vacation none of them would forget. Though maybe they’d all gloss over a few details later in life.