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Sabrina's weary sigh was apparent to her lovely husband, who captures her in a loving embrace in their middle-class homes living room. The male she married was only an inch or so taller than she, but that was just enough for her to have to arch her feet to give him a firm kiss upon his lips. "C'mon baby, just stay home this once?" The amount of willpower he has to use to pull away from that kiss pleases her, but doesn't quell the raging flames of sexual frustration burning in her loins. A gentle, disapproving frown starts to form on her muzzle when his arms leave her voluptuous body. "It's been three days hon.. I ca-"

Her husbands finger pressing against her muzzle interrupts the sonorous tone of her voice, and she can't help but smile again at the sly wink he assaults her with. "Sweetie, just hold your sexy ass for five more hours, and I'll ram that hot cunt like a jackhammer. What's the delicious leftovers I'm going to have tonight?"

Biting her lower lip to hold back a flustered giggle, her arms cross under the swells of her perky bosom. "Chicken and broccoli with cheese. I'll try and save some before Tommy and his friend rip into all of it."

God, that man was charming, but that fading feeling of reassurance just wasn't enough anymore when combined with the sound of a door closing behind him. Peering into the closest mirror absentmindedly, the married rabbit could spy her violet eyes glinting with sexual fervor. Having just got off work herself, subtle brown shade of her fur is wrapped in curve-hugging office attire. Sidling the blue business jacket from her shoulders, a black button-up short sleeved dress shirt hugs perky round globes, cotton poorly hiding hard nubs on each round swell. Turning around, the perfect mix between plush and toned is grappled by her gray skirt, and frames that heart shape in a way she knew caught plenty of male gazes at work. Birth curved hips connect the two lurid landmarks, settling downward to thicker, but naturally strong thighs, with garters hugging both legs into black pumps on each foot. Sabrina Heat knew she was attractive, but why wasn't her husband acting like it?

Sensitive lapine ears twitch at the sound of her son shuffling in his newly renovated bedroom on her way to her own. They didn't manage to get him much for his birthday today, but the boy's ecstatic and eager 'Woah!' put a smile on her face when he saw his room that morning. Tempted as she was to check on her son, the sexual fog clouding her head drives her into the spacious, sunlit room she shared with her husband every night. The dull thrum of their computer heaving to life mingles with her skirt scraping along fur to the floor, accompanied by the damp shimmering white of her panties. Plush rearflesh takes it's place into a leathery office chair, one paw already between her spread thighs, and the other adeptly clicking open a web browser. No amount of cheesy romantic novels she'd had piled up under her bed would do; primal urges demand the older woman want unadulterated smut!

The video even starts with a moan, conjoining with the wet sound of a human's prick burying into a feline woman's body. Black panther claws were firmly gripped upon the males rising and falling rear, with that camera angled perfectly to catch every dip of his thick shaft spreading her puffy mound! The lapine doesn't dare turn the sound on with her son still home, but leaning back, digits rubbing along her own pink lips in tandem with those thrusts on screen, she felt something was missing. The sound of her juicy slit spreading as her ring finger starts to probe doesn't fill the void, nor does her quiet, breathy moan afterward. Lustily glazed purple eyes level on the screen as both matronly thighs raise, allowing both of her still pump covered feet to brace wide on the desk in front of her. In her mind, it was her under that virile, hard, willing male pumping her full of dick. It was her hot cunt getting plowed , ravaged harder, faster, and unprotected. "Fuck yees~" the rabbit quietly coos, eyes closing at the pleasure quaking up her spine, and opening into a dreamy half-lidded stare.

An instant message pops up in the top right of her monitor that was thankfully out of the way of the frenzied pair on screen. This doesn't stop that nagging, and downright frustrating feeling that she needs to answer it! What if it was her husband, or even her own work needing her? A longing sigh later, and she arches the chair back off it's rear two legs, and presses her feet flat upon the ground to inspect what she was sent. If it was her boss, she was probably going to tell him to stuff it.

Nyar was a nice boy, if not a little bit rough for his age. Hormone addled compliments toward her wasn't lost on the older woman, and sometimes made her chuckle, much to her sons chagrin. What she didn't expect from a boy a few months older than her son was a statement she knew would end the friendship they shared, sheer bravado causing a curl in her gut. She rereads it, and double-takes openly.

"Need any help with that?"

Violet fires widen, flickering to the left of her computer, to see the light on her web-cam was on. Fuck, her pumps! Mind addling need pours fire through her veins while she struggled to find an explanation for this. How the hell did she even open a chat with the boy in the first place? Had her thigh nudged something while she squirmed? The bun groaned at her own ineptitude, shame cupping her pussy-shined palm over her married mons before leaning forward. Her free hand still fresh with the warmth of her clenched breast started out a reply, heart beating out of her chest.

"I'm so srry honey, I didn't mean for u 2 c that."

"Don't be, you're hot as fuck."

She shouldn't have smiled. "U kno what i mean!"

"I know, don't stop. I'm already jerkin' off. Gimme a present too."

She hated that little bastard in that moment- a fiery mixture of aghast disrespect interrupted by her nerves going cold. Tom's muffled frustrated groan yanks her from the moment; he must have died in his little games again. Why did having him there make her pussy spasm? The older woman had sent her son over to the owl boy's home just yesterday to spend the night, and have a party they didn't have the time to hold. Both her and her husband were working overtime for a vacation trip, and the cocky bastard heaped it on with objectifying her with base teenage lust.

Fuck, fuck, fuck- a wave of taboo thrill made her toes curl.

Under any normal circumstance she should have just broke this off, apologized, and hoped Nyar never told anyone. Shivers softly rolling down her spine straight to the needy lips of her loins compel her to type in return, forces a smirk upon her muzzle, and a coaxes soft nervous giggle she bit her lip to repress while softly heave her bosom with an arch of her back. Motherly instincts were spirited away by a lusty fog clouding her head, and a perverted, exhibitionist compulsion that it stroked.

"Do u have a webcam 2? :)"

"No."

Her alluring muzzle contorts to a frown.

"Won't need one when I'm over."

Sabrina scoffed softly, leaning back in her chair with a wry grin.

~Two hours later~

Tommy still seethed about yesterday. They were neighbors, he'd known Nyar since he was young enough to talk, but the wiry snowy owl had changed since he'd gotten into basketball. A part of him wanted to accept that it was natural; his mom always said sometimes people split apart, and that's okay. Where did all the_mean_ come from? It's just after nine o'clock, the owl boy disinterestedly looking between the rabbit boy's new T.V, and his buzzing phone.

"Rabbits are sluts bro," he'd jabbed right when Tommy was lining up a headshot with a telling smug sneer.

POP! Miss! Nyar's avatar on the bottom screen dove into cover, starting to pepper the bun's own with wild fire.

"You dick!"

"If it ain't true, why'd you react?"

Tommy shook his head as Nyar got his first kill of the game. Terse silence just made the owl's next seemingly inevitable jab that much worse, the shorter chubbier rabbit bristling, and trying to focus on his next set encounter. Like clockwork, Nyar's words made his teeth grit, fingers clench, leading to Nyar's second score on the board.

"Think Mrs. Heat would lemme smash?"

"FUCK!"

"Language!" Tom's mother roiled from downstairs. Nyar's beak contorts to a smug smirk.

"Whatever man, you're just mad I'm dating Caroline now," Tommy prods back.

"You can have her. I got someone."

Tommy rolls his eyes. "B.S."

"I don't give a fuck. Check this out," Nyar replied, arrogance grazing at Tom's ego in comparison. Simmering frustration ebbs when the cocky owl reached into his overnight bag, and rips out a pair of damp panties. They didn't belong to any girl his age- their pheremones making his sensitive nostrils perk, cheeks redden. It smelled like heat.

Tom's eyes go wide, a cavalcade of hushed excited questions leaving his lips. "Dude, no way. Who is she? Do I know her?"

Nyar's gaze averts from Tom's, shoulders shrugging.

"Kinda. I can't say shit man, she's got a family and she'll cut me off."

That just left more burning questions. "Why the hell's a married chick after you?"

Nyar just let that smug beak shift back, sniping another score on the board while Tommy was blatantly distracted. "Dunno man. I must be a stud. Owl genes."

Tommy looked back at the screen, and squared a shot right in the owl avatar's chest.

"You can't be that good."

"Lemme get on the downstairs T.V and we'll have it out when I'm not getting sucked off."

Tom thwapped the owl in the leg, finding young toned muscle meeting his meek knuckle, who just laughed on his way out the door.

Boys will be boys, right?