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"I can't remember the last time we had such a stressful week."

Trish did her best not to take work home with her, but she couldn't help a final complaint as she pulled her car into the driveway. The drive home from the office was a bit easier than usual, thanks to the fox that was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Feels like the bosses were all over us," Gavin agreed. "I'm just glad we finally get a couple days off to recover!"

Stepping out of the car and stretching her arms over head," Trish admired the way the setting sun illuminated the front of her house for a moment, as if heavenly influence was trying to remind her that there were better times waiting for her, just on the other side of that door. "If we had the extra time, I'd say we should just take Monday off," she suggested. "But we'll just have to make sure that we make the most of our short weekend, hm?"

"Couldn't agree more," Gavin replied. His expression was all smiles as he stepped around the car and offered Trish a modest peck on the cheek, but his eyes widened when Kyra came to the front door and greeted them...wearing a pair of his boxers.

That was it, and immediately, his ears folded back in a shy gesture.

"I think she wears these even better than you do," Trish gave him a quick tease as she stepped into the doorway. She wrapped her arms around Kyra's lower back and pulled her in close, but it was the husky who first stole a kiss from the silver vixen. To start, she went for the lips, but with one eye still open, she watched Gavin's reaction as she poured her passion into the movement.

Gavin still had trouble believing that the girls could be so brazen, but the repeated show of lust was their way of breaking him into their lifestyle.

"I'm just grateful he left them behind last time," Kyra murmured, keeping her lips just the slightest gap away from Trish's own. Their eyes met in a dazzled stare as their heavy kiss came to an end, and Trish bounded inside, acting as though she already had a plan for the evening that she hadn't shared with her boyfriend. "Speaking of leaving things behind...are you just gonna stand there all night, Gavin? You know you can come inside..."

It wasn't just something, but a great many things that told him what Kyra would do if he stepped toward the door. Her hips were pointing right at him, her eyes were stripping away the dress pants and taut, tucked shirt that he wore to the office, and her long, canine tongue was still tickling over her own lip, capturing the last of the vixen's taste that remained there...but she was still eager for more.

Her stare alone would have been enough; the rest was just Kyra having fun with the timid fox, and seeing how long he'd wait before finally coming inside.

"It's just s-such a nice evening outside," Gavin tried to make up an excuse as he smiled nervously. "I'd hate to rush indoors on a night like this!"

"Great minds do think alike," Kyra explained. "We were just getting ready to head out to the backyard, but you still have to walk through the house to join us, silly."

Gavin truly didn't mind the attention Kyra gave him, but no matter how many times he thought about the polyamorous relationship he shared with her and Trish, he couldn't find a way to believe his good fortune.

That she fancied him so much, even when he was dating Trish first, left him bewildered every single time.

"I guess you've got me there."

Little by little, the girls were helping him out of his shell, and Gavin loved the way that Kyra came after him so aggressively, even if he was still a little too shy to admit it. He knew that she saw right through it, and when he finally stepped forward, her eyes narrowed on his lips before her own settled upon him.

No exchange with Kyra was quick or simple: it was like fireworks anytime Gavin had the pleasure of feeling her tender flesh move against his own, such that it was only natural to close his eyes during a kiss...and yet, he struggled with it, as if the only way to equal her skill was to watch it.

He never wanted to let her down when she took him in for such an exchange, but as of then, she'd never looked disappointed with his efforts; only that they had to come to an end, sooner or later.

"I'd be more than happy to keep this going out front, but I think the neighbors might complain if I stand out here topless any longer," Kyra suggested. "Trust me, foxy...we picked the backyard for a reason."

There was no shortage of places on the property that supplied adequate privacy, but for whatever reason, the girls loved to share their bodies both in the majesty of the great outdoors, but in the safety of their own yard. A tall, wooden fence made sure that no one would be able to peep over the sides, and in the summer months, there was more than enough natural warmth to make clothing optional, even if they chose to sleep in the grass overnight.

They'd come back inside before the night was through that weekend, but when Gavin finally stepped inside, he saw Trish's professional outfit strewn across the floor. The front door closed behind him as Kyra gave him a playful nudge in the back, and when he moved around the entryway, he saw Trish standing in the yard without a scrap of clothing on her body.

The silver vixen looked blissfully free as the evening breeze caressed her fur; where some people took a more fantasy driven delight in being naked outdoors, Trish was enjoying a purely tactile experience, as her freed bodice was wrapped up in the graces of subtle winds.

"That's a very good reason to head to the backyard," Gavin admitted. His smile was widening a bit already, and as bashful as he felt, genuine happiness spread over his muzzle as Trish cooked a fingertip at him, beckoning him to come through the patio doors. "But knowing the two of you, it can't be the only reason we're heading out there."

"If I saw Trish naked in the yard, that would be more than enough reason to drop everything and join her, but...when you're right, you're right," Kyra admitted. "More importantly, though...your lover is reaching out to you, and it would be terribly rude to keep her waiting."

She knew Gavin would have eventually made his way out back on his own, but Kyra was having fun giving him a gentle nudge in the back every few seconds. She didn't shy away from resting her paws on his covered backside and giving it a gentle stroke, but where she expected him to speed up at that, he actually slowed down.

He would be too nervous to say it, but his body was telling her how much he enjoyed the contact...and just a little bit of force.

"Took you two long enough," Trish murmured. She did her best to sound disappointed, but she just couldn't manage that tone of voice in such a perfect situation: the weekend was already off to an excellent start, and both of her lovers were standing in tow. Only one of them knew for sure what was about to happen, but Gavin, for his part, couldn't imagine they were going to do anything he'd hate.

As much as they had to warm him up to some of their more intimate fantasies to start, he was coming around to how much he enjoyed taking part in their wettest rituals.

"Might be hard to believe when it's this warm outside, but I think our boy here was getting cold feet," Kyra teased him, giving his side a final poke. "Good thing I was there to make sure he wouldn't chicken out on us."

"I've got a little more faith in him than that," Trish admitted. "I know he can be kinda silly at times, but I don't think he'd walk away from an opportunity like this."

Gavin tilted his head slightly. "What, uh...what opportunity is that, exactly?"

Even as the words passed his lips, they felt silly: Trish was already naked, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kyra stepping out of the borrowed boxers...but not before he noticed a hint of lewd moisture against the crotch of the fabric.

"To do something most men would never get to do, even in their wildest dreams," Kyra began to explain. As she stepped into his side, she eased her breasts around either side of his arm and watched with a giggle as his ears flew up in a fluster, but that didn't stop her from easing a paw up to his chest. She was going right for his tie, and just in time: it was starting to feel rather tight. "And since you're such a little sweetheart, you'll be getting to do it more than once."

Trish nodded her agreement. "A lot more than once, if he's up for the task..."

The silver vixen took a step toward the lucky fox and grabbed the end of that tie, giving it a tug and forcing Gavin right into another full, heated kiss. His eyes were already widened in shock, but Trish rolled her lips over his own in a slow and entrancing dance, easing him to the point that his eyes finally lidded, and then closed as Kyra untied his tie and pulled it out from under his collar.

As the husky continued easing her paws back down the front of his body, she unbuttoned his dress shirt with every step, until she reached the waistline of his slacks and gave a sudden, stark tug.

Gavin let out a gasp, but the sound was muffled as Trish held steady, wanting to savor the taste of her lover for as long as she could. Her paws were free to push his dress shirt open and roam the slender, lightly-furred flesh of his torso, but it was Kyra's paws that were doing all the dirty work; they were already unbuckling his belt and pushing down at his slacks with healthy, lustful vigor.

"Mmm..._nn..._I told her all about it," Trish moaned against her boyfriend's muzzle before she could find the words to speak, but the delicate vibration she caused left him completely stunned...far too much to level a reply. "About how you had such a difficult week at work, and how you might need a little extra pampering when you got home this weekend?"

For a moment, Gavin was worried that he might have been complaining too much, but the girls didn't seem put off by anything he'd said in the week before. Clearly, they were enamored with him, and Kyra couldn't get his clothes off his body fast enough.

"The boss was giving us a little extra hell," he admitted, once he found his voice again. "But, to be fair, you were dealing with all of the same problems, Trish. It wouldn't be fair to give me any special treatment if you didn't get some, too!"

"Giving you a special treatment is my special treatment," Trish assured him. "And Kyra is going to see to it that we get the attention that we deserve, provided you take care of her, in turn..."

Even if he hadn't been given those instructions, Gavin knew that Kyra wasn't just going to sit by and watch as he and Trish had their fun. She might be able to sit back and enjoy the show for a time, but it would only be a matter of time before she jumped into the fray.

Having her in from the start made the most sense, and now, Gavin could only wonder exactly what way he'd be servicing her.

"It would be awfully rude of me not to take care of her," Gavin agreed. He was still just a bit nervous, but the girls could see him warming up to their sensual games a little faster every time...and they were grateful for the same, as he barely finished his words before an eager husky pushed him down and onto his back.

Trish watched and giggled as Kyra climbed up his body and straddled her bare womanhood right over the front of his muzzle, soaking his lips and his nose in the heavenly scent and warmth of her juices.

"Glad you agree," the husky greeted him cheerfully as she planted her paws on either side of his head and looked down at him, seeing his usual, adorable look of bewilderment; she loved being able to draw that look out of him. "And for your first treat, I made you an after-work cocktail that I think you'll be a big fan of!"

None of the group were drinkers, but Gavin could already tell what she meant when she mentioned offering him any kind of liquid. The very first time she tried that on him, he was completely shocked by what the girls were into, but by then, he was starting to embrace and even welcome their kinks.

"A bath like this is a treasure that some men would gladly die for," Trish told him, as she knelt down at his hips and heaved her leg over his own. She was settled just over his waist, but not quite low enough to straddle him yet: she wanted him to see the easy, delicate trickle of her juices as they dripped down from her petals and soaked the very tip of his cock. "Do you know why we're choosing to share it with you so willingly, foxy?"

As his length slowly eased from the sheath, it was greeted by a brief rain of natural arousal. That fluid warmth caused him to twitch in place as he tried to look up to Trish, but he couldn't see through Kyra, who was smiling down at him as she began to relax on his face.

"It's because you're such a sweetheart...you're so good to us that you deserve a little extra love and care," Trish explained, knowing that he wouldn't be able to answer with a husky on his mouth. "We're just sorry that we only have the weekend to show you how much we really appreciate what you do for us..."

"But what we lack in time, we'll make up for in volume," Kyra offered. The very first dribble of her liquid blessing was finally starting to spill over his lower lip as she eased into his muzzle, finding it hard to relax when his tongue was pushing up at the part between her folds. "As much or as little as you can handle, little foxy, until we know that you're satisfied."

Trish hovered over his length until it just reached high enough to kiss at her petals on its own. At that, she finally began easing down against his tip, guiding the first couple inches of his cock into her body with the guidance of a careful, courteous paw at the base of his shaft. "And getting to share that intimacy with you will be all the satisfaction we need, love. Just don't hold anything back from us...let go of your stress, your worries and your concerns about the week ahead; just focus on how wonderful this feels, right here and right now..."

Gavin would have sang their praises to the high heavens, if he was able to make any sound greater than a muffled groan of delight. What noise he could generate ended up tickling Kyra in the most delightful way, as the bristled fur on his muzzle teased the inside of her thighs.

Each quiet moan that passed his lips ended up as a delicate vibration on Kyra's folds, and as her golden offering peered from them, she felt him lapping it up faithfully, dragging his warm, long tongue through her petals and making a terrible mess of himself.

The yard and the shower were the easiest places to clean up, of course, but something about the gentle warmth of a summer evening and the wild flair of a sexual act outdoors pushed the girls into leaning this way...and there would be plenty of time to repeat the act in the shower later on.

"I sure hope he remembers what he's doing," Kyra teased, but her voice was breathless as she curled her claws into the grass and tensed up on the fox. "It feels...f-fucking amazing..."

Golden trails moved down over Gavin's muzzle and teased over his neck as he continued lapping up everything she had to offer, having given himself up to her delicious scent and playful wiles long before she actually took her seat proper. She wasn't going to stop until she'd given up every drop that she had, but wet as Gavin already felt, he was going to be absolutely soaked before they made it back inside.

Trish, after all, was only sharing her natural moisture with him to start. The gracious juices spilled from her folds as they met with the base of his shaft, and where her feminine arousal sat in his soft, pubic fur, something else started to appear before her eyes...but he never saw it.

He only felt that extra, new warmth, as it spilled out over his lap and began easing over the sides of his hips.

"I know you like to get a shower after work sometimes, but we decided to take a little creative liberty with that word," Trish admitted. "Not that I think you mind our interpretation."

There was something fun and whimsical for the girls, knowing that Gavin couldn't answer any of their playful questions. He was finally getting comfortable enough that he would have been happy to do so, and even when his voice was stolen away by pleasure, he would have tried...but even as Kyra's stream weakened and the last of her blessing was easing into the back of his throat, she didn't leave her seat.

She was going to stay there until something else came true for her, and Gavin could already tell that Trish was going for the same goal.

"Pretty sure he was fine with it," Kyra agreed. "He's still licking...shame I've got nothing left to give him."

Trish rested her palms against Gavin's torso and lifted her backside as she prepped for another long, slow thrust, but this time, the depth left Gavin trying to steal air as he sucked in a gasp, and as Trish slammed back down into his hips, she curled her toes with delight. "Pretty sure there's one more thing y-you can give him," she explained, knowing that Kyra would get the point.

Though the shower above had come to an end, Gavin's waist was still getting coated with Trish's own acrid blessing as she bounced in the mess, uncaring if it ended up in the fur upon her thighs. She was eager, and even giggling when she heard the splash, along with the muffled sound of Gavin whimpering with pleasure under Kyra's smothering folds.

"You say that like I wasn't planning on cumming all over his tongue," Kyra replied, casting a quick, sneaky glare over her shoulder.

"Just his tongue?"

"Not my fault if he can't contain it...not that I think he minds the idea of getting even messier."

Just hearing their idea drew a heavy throb out of Gavin, and in turn, a sharp gasp from Trish. Her claws raked down the lucky boy's torso and drew lines in his fur as she picked up the pace, going from a slow, heavy drop to a quick and eager hump that finally outlasted the mess that she spilled upon him.

The boy was thoroughly coated in the scents of his lovers, and with their bodies fully relaxed, they could finally embrace their pleasures in the same way that Gavin had.

"Let's give him e-everything we've got, then," Trish mused. "Let's fuck this lucky little foxy until he's ready to burst...and drain every drop right out of him!"

Having gotten a head start, Gavin wasn't going to outlast Trish no matter how he tried. He was a dedicated and skillful lover; the former just as a point of his personality, and the latter because of his time spent with Kyra and Trish.

It still wouldn't be enough to keep him on her rapid, hammering pace as her inner walls engulfed his length and milked it, moving with such eager speed that he could only imagine how thoroughly her breasts heaved with every move.

He could only see Kyra's breasts in the meantime; they captured his eyes and just managed to keep them from rolling back as he neared his climax.

"He's g-getting kinda wild with that tongue," Kyra admitted. She bit down harshly on her own lip as she tried to stifle a moan, but the drag of her fang against tender flesh couldn't keep the noise at bay. "Fuck, he's...g-getting in so deep!"

Though it was her hips doing the work, Kyra benefited just as much as Trish, who could feel Gavin's length twitching rapidly. She already knew the volume of precum that was filling her, but there was something so much greater in the next breath.

As Kyra felt a whimper and a rapid flurry of the tongue, Trish held still and felt her womb immediately flooded with seed; the lucky fox was emptying himself inside of her, just as the silver vixen intended.

"How does he a-always have so much?" Trish whispered, shocked to feel such an impressive volume inside of her passage. Without guiding his knot inside, the excess cum was already starting to drizzle back down his shaft and over his sack, but each throb that ran through his body pumped more of the creamy mess into Trish, who was holding on tight and melting into the sensations.

Kyra gazed down at the growing puddle of his yield and widened her eyes in shock. She thought she'd milked enough of his seed out during the week already, but clearly, they weren't quite doing enough to empty him when they had the chance; they both made a note of the fact as Gavin panted and squirmed, but he still never broke free from the clutches of his aggressive lovers...not that he would have, given a chance.

"That almost sounds like a complaint," Kyra teased. She stuck out her tongue just to show her playful nature, but she nearly bit down on the spongy flesh as Gavin's tongue swirled over her clit with clumsy, lucky precision. "With such a f-fucking naughty foxy beneath us, we've got n-no right to complain!"

She was already nearing her own release as she rolled her hips over Gavin's mouth, but the star of the show was still the pinned fox, as the last of his cum lazily oozed from the tip of his tender, twitching length.

There was a hint of regret in Trish's expression as she lifted herself from the shaft and watched as a small waterfall of seed poured back out of her, but she was grinning deviously all the same to know that she'd taken so much in the first place. "Not in the least, Kyra...but I'm not complaining. I just wanna see how naughty he really is!"

This was the part of the act that Gavin never could have seen coming, but that lack of knowledge ended up being to his benefit, as Trish rested her palm against the spot just above his groin.

Kyra's part of the plan was simply to keep him focused elsewhere, and before leaving the office, Trish convinced Gavin to simply wait to relieve himself until he made it home.

Thanks to that, and his recent cumshot, it took only the slightest pressure for a minuscule trickle of urine to spill from the tip of his still hardened member.

"Is he doing it??" Kyra asked, turning as much as she could to watch the extra fluids trickle down his shaft. "Did you finally get him?"

Trish giggled at how weak the stream was, but as she continued to push on his bladder, she could see his post-climactic body relaxing so much that he couldn't resist her pressure. What started as a delicate ooze became a full, arcing stream, and with a grin, Trish dragged her tongue along the underside of his tip, encouraging him to go until he didn't have a drop of that left, either.

"Sure did," Trish replied confidently. "Next, it'll be your turn to make him leak..."