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Part 11

Joey’s eyes cracked open as he took a deep breath in through his nose, rolling over to see his husband. The sweet curve of Terry’s form was beneath the blankets softly snoring, purring lightly in his sleep. Joey was about to put his hand on the cougar’s hip and trace up and down his round cheek to rouse him, but then he thought better of it. There would be plenty of time for sex later. He should let his man have his rest while he can, because the tiger intended to wear his husband out later.

Joey blinked, his sly smirk falling from his muzzle. When did he get so…dirty? Joey shook his head and banished the shameful thought before sighing and getting up. He knew now that these thoughts weren’t a bad thing, but it didn’t make them any easier to deal with. In the heat of the moment they would bubble up and make things even more intense, but outside of mid coitus, he had to slap his wrist like a nun telling her student not to touch themselves. He was still getting used to all this, even though they’d been at it for nearly a month now.

Joey paused as he stepped out of the bedroom, his robe loosely hanging open. He just realized Terry’s heat will be ending soon. He knew it got more intense near the end, but then it would be like a fever breaking and taper off in a few days. In a week, they would be done until next fall. Joey ran his fingers through his hair and let out a light huff. He was caught in a strange moment where he didn’t want this to end and he also wanted Terry to not be so uncomfortable. Then again, Terry didn’t seem uncomfortable on his dick last night.

“My goodness Joseph,” Joey muttered to himself as he shuffled to the bathroom for his morning rituals. “Get ahold of yourself.”

Just as he said that, he pulled his robe to the side and did just that. His hand gripped his cock from the base, his massive balls and nearly foot long shlong flopped forward, half hard from the amount of pheromones in the air and his morning wood needing to be polished. He rolled his eyes at himself and angled his dick down at the toilet and let out a thick stream of piss.

He never knew why his peeing sounded so different from others before all this. He would stand in stalls and hear the light bubbling tinkle from the next unit over only for his massive Johnson to shoot a thick shot of piss that would glug down into the bowl. A strange sense of pride rolled through Joey’s chest, his cock twitching and causing some of his spray to splash the rim of the bowl before he got control of it again.

“Calm down,” Joey shook his head disappointedly at his dick like it was an inexperienced kid getting out of hand. Kind of a strange thought to have about his own penis, but whatever works to get the job done. He just glared at his powerful, thick, golden stream as it gargled deep into the water until he was empty. He shook his semi, a few drops splattering the rim and the tile beside the bowl before he tucked his beast back into his robe with a synch and went to go get coffee started. He would need to clean up later, but that’s why the bathroom was his responsibility most of the time.

“If you can’t learn to aim, you’re going to learn to clean,” Terry had told him when they started dating. Of course he didn’t understand. He sat to pee. He had no idea what it was like having so much dick to aim.

Joey was smiling at that thought as he got the coffee ready, his freshly washed hands getting their brew just the way they liked it. He didn’t have the excuse of having so much dick back then because he didn’t know, but now it tickled him with an ego stroking humor. His cock snaked further down his robe, getting harder and peeking out from the part as the coffeepot steamed and broiled.

Joey tapped his foot, his paw lightly slapping against the kitchen tile as he waited for the coffee to brew. He glanced up at the clock and had to huff at how late it was. They were sleeping in later and later all the time. It was a shock when they woke up past nine, and today it was nearly ten. They had always been early birds, but now that they had a new favorite activity to keep them awake at night and wear them out, they’ve been enjoying some very lazy, hazy, late mornings.

The tiger smiled as the coffee finished and he poured himself a mug, but he got a glass of water for Terry though because he was always dehydrated when he woke up after their big sex sessions. Not that he wouldn’t get him a cup, but he knew what his Terr-Bear needed. Hydration first, then he can have his zoom juice.

Joey smiled tiredly as he used his tail to quietly open the door and set his man’s water on his night stand. He was about to leave when Terry stirred in his sleep just enough to flip onto his belly and purr into his pillow. Joey gave a gentle smile at how cute his husband was. He sat down in the chair in the corner of the room. He didn’t get to watch his man sleep like this, and it’s not like he wanted to all the time, but for some reason looking at his husband softly purr-snoring into his pillow with his ass up in the air sent a giddy flutter through his heart. He wanted to maybe kiss his forehead and wake him, but Terry needed his sleep. So instead he silently sipped on his coffee as he watched his man’s form lightly rise and fall beneath the blankets.

Terry’s tail flicked in his sleep sometimes, the blanket curling up and exposing the Cougar’s side and back. His toned form from all the yoga was simply stunning, the lightest peek at his cheeks caught the rays of light that slipped in from the crack in their curtains. The gentle wafting breeze from the vent caused the curtain to sway back and forth, causing the light to lazily ripple across Terry’s hip, highlighting his tail and the peak of that beautiful cheek.

Joey was pulled from his soft smile when his dick twitched. He hardly noticed when he was half hard anymore, but he was at full mass, his dick forcing his robe open and rolling up to point at his shallow pecs and bounce around his abdominals. His balls rolled forward and rested on the chair beneath him, each churning with the vigor that Terry’s heat demanded, his cock rising to the occasion and oozing a pearl of clear pre from his piss slit.

Joey sighed softly before gripping the base of his cock to get it into a better position, but when he did, his entire boner felt hot. A dribble of pre bubbled up from his balls and rolled out of his cock head. A ribbon of pre slid down his cock, slinking along a thick vein. Joey bit the inside of his lip and looked back at his man, gently setting down his coffee.

He loved his husband, everything about him. He was sweet, kind, hot, funny, cute, and an absolute freak in the sack when he wanted to be. He knew he was blessed with an amazing husband, but a perfect sex partner too? The tiger had to hold back his purring as he started to gently stroke his cock, the foreskin rolling over his cock head and causing his pre to spill down over his shaft. Joey knew he broke some vows to get here, they both did, but were they really broken? Joey had trusted Terry, and Terry trusted him. They both agreed and made an exception that lead to this amazing life. This heat that would normally be a time of turmoil for Terry and himself was flipped into the most amazing, sexually explosive, and empowering experience they had ever had.

And they did it together! They were there for one another, every step of the way. Sure there was friction, but they got through it and out the other side stronger than they ever were. Joey didn’t think he could love his husband more than he already did, but somehow they broke through a barrier. Before it felt like their entire relationship they were holding hands over a wall, but now they dismantled that wall brick by brick, blasted it down and built a home. A home that nestled deep in their hearts.

Joey parted his lips, his tongue lulling out lightly as he stroked his dick, watching his beautiful, amazing, selfless, and caring husband enjoy the honeyed dreams he was purring in. The tiger had to gulp back drool as more pre dripped down his shaft, his hand rolling up to catch it and slick his member, stroking it to his husband’s sleeping form. He would do anything for Terry, be anything, do anything to him that he asked, and Joey knew deep down that he would in return. His heart pounded in his chest and in his palm. He knew he could jerk off in the other room, but for some reason it felt almost like cheating not to share his pleasure with Terry in some way. He didn’t want to be apart from him. He wanted to be with his husband more than anyone ever.

More than Roman, more than Kam and Caleb, he didn’t even care if he ever had a chance with that sexy snow leopard Levi. Joey just cared that he and his husband would be together, exploring this world and each other forever.

“J-Joey?” Terry sniffed as his eyes fluttered open. “Are you…masturbating?”

“Oh gosh,” Joey tried to hurriedly pull his robe over himself. “I-I…um sorry.”

“Honey,” Terry smiled sitting up in the bed, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I think we’re well past modesty, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, but…I didn’t want to objectify you or something,” Joey blushed hard, his boner bouncing against his robe, the covering little more than a silk sheet. “I mean, you deserve to rest…”

Joey trailed off as he looked at his man, his gorgeous, long legs slinking over the edge of the bed. His foot paws silently going to the floor. His soft yet toned stomach was on full display, the sparkle in his eyes working through the tired fog that clouded them. The ray of light sat across his lap, bathing his wide thighs and hips in the golden rays of midday and framing his gorgeous pussy. That glorious peach glistened with morning honey dew. His pink clit was neatly tucked between his petals as he got up.

“I deserve to what now?” Terry asked, a gentle and kind smirk on his muzzle.

Joey was frozen, his words lost to him as he gazed on the most beautiful creature he had ever known. It almost hurt his eyes to gaze upon his husband, his husband. Every dimple, every curve, every soft and supple slope and valley burned into his memory. If angels truly did exist, this is what they would look like. He knew what beauty was, he knew what was attractive to other people, but Terry was so perfectly sculpted to fit every wrinkle and crease of his heart. Terry filled every corner of Joey’s being with his tender eyes, his velvety lips, the way he spoke, heck, even the way he slept was the model of perfection with all his imperfections. If anything would change on Terry, then it would fundamentally change the meaning of the word beautiful for Joey. He couldn’t help but be enthralled, entranced, lost in the amazingness of his husband—

“Joey? You okay there?” Terry nodded to Joey’s throbbing boner.

“Yeah!” Joey shook his head and tried to sit up to hide his throbbing hard on. “Yeah, all good. I can wait until you’ve had your coffee before we do anything hun.”

“Really?” Terry cocked his head, the ray from the curtain catching his golden eyes for the briefest moment.

“Yeah, I can wait. Anything for you Terr-Bear,” Joey was going to get up when Terry spoke up.

“Hold on,” Terry breathed it out. It was like a spell that froze Joey in his tracks, but also made him melt into the chair. “I…I kind of like this.”

“You like me masturbating to you sleeping?” Joey cocked his head to the side.

“I mean, I don’t really care either way on that, but…could you…um…slouch down a bit and…spread your legs?”

“You mean, like this?” Joey cocked a brow and slouched in the chair, his legs spreading wide yet still kept his feet firmly planted on the ground. His robe flopped open, his cock springing to attention, causing a strand of pre to flick up and wrap down around his cock, oozing his arousal.

“Yeah…like that,” Terry blushed, bringing a knuckle to his mouth to gently bite on it. “I…I don’t know if it’s because I just woke up or haven’t had my coffee yet…but…would you want to try something?”

“Whatever you want,” Joey smiled, his cock throbbing in the air.

“I mean, I guess it’s sort of your idea, but could you maybe objectify me a little?” Terry looked down, his cheeks a gentle rosy pink.

“You mean, like the way Caleb and Kam kind of do?” Joey cocked his head.

“Yeah, but…make it more…more you?” Terry looked up at him with resolve. “Say the dirty things they say while still being my husband…please?”

Joey’s heart melted as he heard that little please squeak out from Terry’s nervous lips. The tiger had to hold back a huffing laugh. He didn’t want to make Terry feel ashamed for asking. No, instead he took a deep breath and called upon all the experience, all the training he had undergone and dawned the guise of the objectifying husband…the objectifying loving husband. He didn’t know exactly what that meant, but at the core of it, Terry wanted Joey…but the dominance of the boys behind it. How would he do that?

Joey felt the character almost bubbling up inside him. He felt this persona be born in real time as one of his legs relaxed, his foot paw extending outward as he gripped his coffee with the other hand. He put his other hand on the arm rest as a sly, perfectly cocky grin spread lips.

“Come to daddy,” Joey’s voice was deeper, gravellier and more manly. Terry shuddered from the look alone, but those words shot right into the cougar’s pussy. Then Joey took a sip of his coffee, the steam rolling across his eyes before he pulled his mug away. “Now.” He ordered with a sweet and enduring finality.

Terry gave a sweet little chirp and stood up. Joey felt embarrassed from the play, but by the way Terry reacted, he felt his confidence swell. He was a big dicked husband and Terry was his barefoot housewife. An object he adored and loved, but an object for his pleasure none the less. As Terry came over Joey gave his husband a once over, his eyes eating up the cute cougar before him.

“Good girl,” Joey purred deeply. “Sit on daddy’s lap.”

“No…no foreplay?” Terry asked.

“Are you going to make me tell you again, hun? Sit on it,” Terry felt a little mean, but the way Terry’s thighs rubbed together and glistened with fresh slick, he knew he was hitting the mark, his confidence continued to climb, coming more into his character as they went. “The foreplay was you getting to see this beautiful, big dicked husband of yours. Now it’s time for you to do your wifely duties.”

“Oh, y-yes,” Terry’s face was turning red as he slowly worked his way into straddling Joey’s dick, that pussy drooling over his tip before the cougar slipped down, that cock sinking deep into those hot depths and seating itself against that cervix.

As soon as Terry’s pussy bottomed out against Joey’s pubic fur, the tiger took his free hand and gently brushed the back of it against the cougar’s cheek.

“There’s my good house husband,” Joey rumbled. “You like how much I fill you up? You like how I can flex my cock and you can feel it kiss that pretty little cervix?”

When Joey said “flex” he squeezed his prostate and caused his dick to flair and ooz pre over that sweet, deep entrance.

“Oh yeah, I really do baby,” Terry purred, his body gently vibrating over that cock, his walls drooling over that dick. He gently rolled his hips back and forth, slipping that dick in and out with the smallest of movement.

“That’s it baby,” Joey sipped his coffee before giving a gentle sigh. “Ride daddy’s dick, nice and slow. You know just the way I like it, baby.”

Terry had no idea that Joey would be so into this. Heck, Terry didn’t think he’d be into this kind of thing as much as he was. He had been wet before, but this was something else.

“That’s a good girl,” Joey teased, his dirty talk evolving as he got more and more confident. “Yeah baby, ride that sweet, sweet, sugar cane. Glaze it with that honey pot. Oh shit, that’s hot baby. Ride that cock nice and slow. Don’t just make me feel your need, make my cubs feel it in my balls.”

Terry shuddered, his heat boiling in his womb as he heard that bit about the cubs. The cougar braced his hands on the arm rests and leaned forward a bit. If he were a woman his breasts would have been right in Joey’s face. Terry’s soft and warm foot paws came up to cup the duo of Joey’s nuts, gently rolling them, twitching against them as the pleasure tingled up and down Terry’s spine.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s nice,” Joey purred deeply before leaning in to nibble gently on one of Terry’s hard nips. “Now come here baby. Daddy wants to make you feel good.”

Terry’s breath hitched in his throat, his toes twitched against those balls, his thighs quivered as his man’s tongue slowly flicked over his sensitive nipple. They were always a little sensitive, but during his heat, even the right shirt could get him sopping. So, with Joey’s talented tongue flicking and circling it while his lips tenderly tugged on it was driving Terry mad.

“Oh Joey,” Terry moaned trying to move faster, but Joey’s free hand came to the small of his back while the one with his mug came to his hip.

“Shhhh,” Joey purred, his breath making the spit he left on that nip when he broke away from it get cold and tingle. “Slow down. You don’t want to upset your husband, now do you? That’s it, nice and slow. Good girl.”

Joey smiled into that nipple softly, the blunt side of his fangs bouncing off the hard nip. He kissed it and flicked his tongue over it before smacking his lips on it, making that nip tingle and ache.

“That’s a good girl. Ride it nice and slow and maybe I’ll put a bun deep in that hot oven. I can feel your heat and how badly you want it.” Joey smiled as Terry’s entire body shuddered as he tried to move faster, only for Joey to grip his hip with his hand holding the coffee mug. “Careful now baby, don’t spill daddy’s coffee. Nice and slow, call those cubs out, make them want to rush right into that womb baby. That’s a good girl. Ride your husband’s dick, ride that tiger cock so sweet baby.”

Terry’s fur was standing on end, goosebumps rolling beneath his fur as his pussy drooled over his husband’s cock. He could feel his own juices trickling over his toes as they welled out of his pussy and dripped over those balls. Those large, heavy, furry nuts that held all of Joey’s kittens. Oh fuck he wanted them, and the way that dick head pressed up against his sensitive cervix made his toes flex and fan, the strings of their mixed juices lacing between his pink beans as he continued to ride his husband.

“That’s a good girl,” Joey purred, flicking his tongue over that nip before he set his coffee down and took Terry’s hand. “You see this?” Joey murred, kissing the wedding band on Terry’s finger. “That’s a promise to serve and provide for your husband. Isn’t that right my sweet little kitten?”

“Y-Yes,” Terry purred.

“This was a vow of ownership, wasn’t it? That I own you? That your pussy and sweet ass belong to me, right?”

“Yes,” Terry gave a light gasp as his pussy quivered, his walls shlicking slowly up and down on that shaft. “Yes baby. You own that pussy.”

“That’s right,” Joey kissed that ring before kissing and suckling onto one of Terry’s hard nips. “I own this body. You cook, you clean, and you take cock. That’s what a good house cat does, right?”

“Yes,” Terry’s face was blushing deeply. He felt an embarrassment burn in his cheeks. He felt cheap and yet loved and valued. The way Joey was twisting their wedding vows into something sexual was making the cougar’s face burn and pussy weep. “Yes, I’m a good house cat for my husband. Doing as he says, when he says.”

“Damn right you are my sweet little kitten,” Joey purred, licking over one of Terry’s sensitive nips while tweaking the other with his paw. His other hand rested on Terry’s hip, his thumb flicking over the cougar’s little love bullet. “Such a good little kitten with a sweet, hot pussy. Always ready to be plowed and worked over by your husband, by the master of this house.”

“Oh yes! Whatever my husband wants I’ll provide. Y-You only need to command it and I’ll be your good little kitten house cat.” Terry knew he was echoing words back, but they felt so sweet and dirty and dark and delicious as they dripped from his tongue, his breath deep as his heart fluttered in his chest.

“That’s my good girl,” Joey’s hands slipped over Terry’s hips before coming back down to his cheeks and lightly encouraging Terry to move faster. The cougar instantly picked up the pace, that cock shlicking nice and deep with a wet slip over and over. “You want to be your traditional husband’s barefoot pregnant wife, don’t you?”

“Yes Joey,” Terry’s thighs quivered. He wanted to slam down on that cock, to feel the man of the house’s powerful dick gushing deep into his heat. “I want your cubs so bad. This kitten wants to be filled with your potent cream. Please?”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Joey smirked, gently thrusting up against Terry’s hips, a light plapping filling the air as his balls started to swing up as he sank his dick nice and deep into that hot, heat stricken hole. “You think I’m still a Boy Scout, baby? Do you?”

“Oh fuck,” Terry gave a high pitched whine as Joey started thrusting up harder. “No, you’re not. You’re not Boy Scout, Joey! You’re a man! The man of this house! The man who owns this pussy! You own me and my body is yours to use whenever and wherever!”

“Yeah, whenever and wherever is right. That’s my good girl,” Joey licked his chops, his claws coming to grip Terry’s thick cheeks, spreading them a bit and causing that ass flesh to well up between his fingers. “I’m not a Boy Scout in here, I’m the Troop Master.” Joey continued, his voice smooth and sweet despite his words. “How does that sound my sweet kitten? You going to do what this Troop Master says? Whatever he says? Without question?”

“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes Troop Master! You’re the master of the house, the man of the house, the man that I want to have my cubs with! Please! Breed me! Breed me!”

“Such a good kitten,” Joey let Terry move faster and faster on his cock, the tiger biting his bottom lip as he felt all that pride and power that came with being a man. Not only a man, but a man with a big dick. A man with a good wife that would do anything to make him happy. “I bet you’d flush your birth control if I told you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes! I want your kittens baby, I want them so bad,” Terry moaned.

“That’s right,” Joey smirked, a dark, possessive gleam on his fangs as he pulled Terry into his thrusts, that cock glazed in Terry’s need. Yet Joey’s voice stayed the same like some honeyed viper tongue. “You’re going to let me pump as many litters into that sweet ass as I want.”

“Yes! As many as you want! You own it, you can breed it whenever you want.”

“That’s right baby, I own that sweet ass. And you are going to keep this dick nice and happy. You’re going to ride this cock whenever I tell you to. Bend you over in the kitchen while you make me breakfast in the morning and make you suck me off under the table at dinner. You stay at home and take care of the cubs, then I come home and you take care of me.”

“Yes baby,” Terry’s face was beat red from more than just his pleasure. “I’m y-yours!”

“Yeah? You know why?” Joey thrusted nice and deep, forcing Terry to stay flush with his cock as he grinded it right up against his cervix, cloudy pre oozing from it. “This is why. Because I have this big fat tiger cock. I’m the man of this house, the master of this troop. And if I want to fuck my wife, I’m going to fuck her whenever I want. I’m going to fuck you full of my cubs.”

Terry was gasping, his pussy quivering and milking that massive tiger shlong in his pussy, the seat under Joey getting soaked from their accumulative juices. Then Joey flicked his thumb over Terry’s clit and started ramming up into the cougar’s petals, those heavy balls smacking up against the cougar’s ass.

“Oh fuck Joey!” Terry couldn’t hold it back anymore, his pussy popped, his cunt quivering and clamping down on that dick. A thick stream of Terry’s fem cum washed over that cock, the walls quivering and twitching. Joey kept fucking up into that hole, his balls dripping with his husband’s nut as they slapped up onto his ass.

“Keep going, I’m almost there baby,” Joey moaned. “You want that litter? Come on baby, almost there.”

“Y-Yes!” Terry was riding that cock as best he could, his hips coming down to slap Joey’s over and over as the cougar’s thighs quivered through orgasm after orgasm.

“Fuck baby, here it comes. You’re going to be a great mother to my cubs! Now take it! Take your husband’s thick fat load from his thick, Fat, COCK!”

Joey’s voice broke just as he thrusted up, his balls bouncing and his dick throbbing before unleashing a thick stream of cum right against that cervix. Joey yelled out his release, his hips clenching up for the first few shots as they warmed Terry’s cervix. As soon as he could move again though, Joey was thrusting up, renewing Terry’s orgasm as he thrusted up through his.

Joey laced his hands up under Terry’s knees and picked him up and slammed him onto the bed, thrusting into his pussy through their orgasms as their lips came together. Terry’s lips parted and Joey’s tongue lashed into his maw. They made out like hungry beasts, their tongues lulling around each other’s as their orgasms died off.

Joey continued to churn his dick deep, his cum and Terry’s making a frothy mess that glazed his dick as they made out in their afterglow.

“That’s my good, sweet, kitten,” Joey purred. “You’re going to be an amazing mother for my cubs.”

“Yes Joey,” Terry murred, his heart beating fast, but a sour note played in his chest too. Had he changed their dynamic forever?

He needn’t have worried.

“My goodness Terr-Bear,” Joey gasped. “That was…that was so hot.”

“Y-Yeah?” Terry’s ears were folded back as he looked up at his man, the cougar’s cheeks a bright red. “Y-You don’t think less of me…do you?”

“Not at all,” Joey murred and tenderly placed a kiss on Terry’s forehead. “I know who I married, and I know what makes you happy. I’m not going to change that because you like some dirty talk in the bedroom.”

“Good,” Terry purred, his legs coming up to pull his man closer, their loins a cum glazed mess. “Because I think I really like Troop Master Joey.”

“Oh you do?” Joey purred, his dick drooling out cum as they continued to settle into their afterglow. “Well, you will always be my Terr-Bear even when you want to be Troop Master Joey’s, sweet, dirty little kitten.”

They rubbed noses together and giggled. They felt raw, like they had just been born into a new skin. Their entire lives were different now, and they could experiment with their partner without worrying it would hurt them. They knew each other enough and trusted the other enough to know they would say something if they needed it.

Joey eventually picked Terry back up, having his man still on his hard cock as he took him to the bathroom to clean up. Terry’s tail wrapped around his man’s leg and he nuzzled into Joey’s neck as he kept his legs hooked behind him at the ankle just above the tiger’s fine ass. Only once the shower water was warm did they break apart, their mess sloshing down Terry’s legs in thick globs and washing down the drain as they cleaned one another.

“Terry?” Joey cocked a brow as he noticed the cougar was a little quiet. “You know I still think of you as my partner, right?”

“Yeah…of course,” Terry shook his head. “I just…I don’t know. I really liked the idea of you…of you…”

“Knocking you up?” Joey chuckled the words out like they were some dirty joke.

“Yeah,” Terry blushed deeply. “Would…Would you want to…”

“Yeah, someday,” Joey leaned in and gave Terry a kiss.

“No, I mean now, like right now. I can get rid of my birth control and we can try for real if you really want to.” Terry looked up at him, his tail swishing happily. “I want kids so bad, and I know you do too.”

“Terry,” Joey put his hands on Terry’s shoulders. “I would love nothing more than to have you bear our children. It would be a dream come true, but we both know it’s not the right time.”

“I…I know,” Terry deflated before Joey pulled him into his arms, the Cougar nuzzling up to him. “I just…it’s just this damn heat.”

“I think it’s more than that,” Joey nuzzled him. “You were born to be a mother, Terry. I know it, and your mother knows it with how often she asks us when we’re going to give her grandchildren.”

“Yeah,” Terry chuckled, a smile spreading his muzzle open. “She is quite insistent on being a grandmother as soon as possible.”

“Yes,” Joey gently stroked his man’s back. “As much as I want to see my beautiful husband’s belly swell with our kids, to watch you blossom into motherhood, and for me to be a dad, I think we both know we’re not ready just yet. Maybe a year or two and we’ll be perfect, but my company needs me right now, and I need you. I don’t want to bring a kid into our lives until we can commit more time to him or her.”

“I know,” Terry sighed. “I just…I saw this catalogue while at the doctor’s office for the cutest nursery. I could see a little Joey Junior playing with the dinosaurs and a little JoJo playing dress up with her dolls. It all makes my heart warm. I want it more than anything in the world, truly, but…we need to be ready.”

“And we will be soon,” Joey smiled. “And when I am, I’m going to teach your heat exactly what it means to be doused by a loving husband and troop master.”

“You promise?” Terry laced his fingers with his husbands. Joey answered by pulling his lips into a deep and passionate kiss.

“You bet your sweet ass on it babe,” Joey smirked.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Terry hugged his man. “Now, who’s making breakfast?”

“I made coffee,” Joey smiled. “I can fry some eggs up too.”

“I’d like that babe,” Terry smiled. “But…someone said they wanted to fuck me over the stove while I make food for them, right?”

Joey’s cock throbbed.

“So, I’ll be making breakfast?” Terry purred.

“If that’s what you want babe,” Joey kissed his man’s forehead softly.

“No, if that’s what my husband wants,” Terry purred, spinning around to push his ass against Joey’s semi.

“Oh? You really like the Troop Master thing, huh?”

“Yeah,” Terry purred, his pussy already dripping on that dick as he slid it between his thighs, the fat head poking up around his pussy lips. “So, don’t ask me if I want to make you breakfast. Tell me to make it for you.”

Joey gave a little growl, one hand coming to play with Terry’s nipple while the other gripped his hip as he gently thigh fucked him through his sudsy legs.

“You’re going to make me some god damned eggs while I fertilize yours,” Joey purred into his man’s ear and kissed it softly. “You got that, my sweet kitten?”

“Yes sir,” Terry chirped.

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