The New Baby
I guess it all started a couple of months ago. I came home from work and walked into the entry way of our townhouse apartment. "Angie? You here?"
"I'm upstairs in the bedroom," my wife called out to me. I sat my briefcase on the dining room table. "Come on up."
I took off my tie as I walked upstairs. The master bedroom and bathroom were just off the top of the stairs, while Connor and Gina's bedrooms were just at the end of the hall. When I walked into our bedroom, I saw Angie adjusting something on the bookshelf across from our bed. She wore a white baggy t-shirt and baggy denim shorts. Her long red hair was gathered up in a ponytail and she wore a baseball cap backwards on her head. Streaks of dust and dirt were on her clothes and her brown and beige fur. She leaned towards me and I kissed her on the cheek. "Whatcha doing, love?"
She stepped away from the bookshelf. "Installing a couple of webcams and microphones in the bedroom."
"That's nice." I sat down on the edge of the bed and took off my shoes. Just as I got the left shoe off, I paused. Web cams in the bedroom? I looked up at my vixen wife and realized I'd never seen her dress like this, even when she was cleaning. Even at her 5'8" height, she had to stretch a bit to dust the top of the bookshelf. As she did so, her shirt lifted up and I caught the barest glimpse of her bare hip and tummy. The smell of her heat wafted from under her clothes.
Even after twelve years of marriage and two kids, Angie never failed to astound me. Sure, she had put on some weight over the years. Her hips were curvy and bore the marks of having two children. Her thighs and stomach were full and thick, and her breasts had just a bit of sag and weight from nursing our pups. But she was still gorgeous to me. And she worked hard around the house and at her job as drama coach and teacher at the local community college. She made a habit of going to the apartment complex's gym every weekday, which accounted for her body. My Angie isn't a tone pup, but she has the form of a luscious, beautiful woman - still curvaceous and sensual with just enough on her to make her cuddly and luscious. I felt so lucky to have her.
But webcams? "Honey, what are the cameras for?"
She turned to me and smiled, a touch of blush on her cheeks. "I wanna use them for blocking. While I'm working out various scenes for plays and workshops, it helps me to see the playback later, decide what does and doesn't work." She lay down on the bed beside me on her back and stretched, her back arching to show just a bit of her tummy as her breasts wobbled in her shirt. "I have the same type of setup at the school, but since I do a lot of work here while the kids are home, I figured I'd try it out here as well." With her stretch finished, she lay back down.
I lay down on my side so I could look at her. "You know, the purpose of having a day off is to relax." My paw rested on her stomach as I shifted a bit, finding myself growing more in need.
"With two kids, a job, and a husband, who has time to relax?" She tilted her head and looked up at me.
Her green eyes had the same sleepy look I'd seen every time she studied my face, as if looking at me through a trance, trying to see into me and then through me. I touched her cheek.
Just as the front door slammed. "Mom? Dad? You here?"
Angie laughed and sat up, the moment broken. She chuckled for a moment. "See what I mean?" As she stood up, she called out. "We're upstairs."
A stampede of boots, backpacks, fur, and jackets pounded up the stairs as the kids burst in. Connor, who's ten "going on eleven," slammed into Angie, giving her a big hug. She reached down to ruffle his blondish-red hair as she knelt in front of him. Gina, who just had her sixth birthday, crawled into my lap, her blue eyes sparkling at me. "Daddy! Guess what? I have a loose tooth! Wanna see?"
"Wow! That's really loose! Looks like someone's gonna get a visit from the tooth fairy soon." Gina squealed and clapped her paws, the same look of excitement that was on Angie's face when she found out she'd be a mom again.
I looked over at Angie, who was listening to Connor regale her with his tales of adventure. "And then Bobby pushed Tommy off the swings and the teacher told us to stop only I wasn't doing anything..." I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at how big he was getting. He had his mother's green eyes, but there was this charcoal tint to his auburn fur that gave him an aura of softness and strength. Angie's parents told me her grandfather had much the same color fur before he passed. They were such special kids, smart and energetic and wise at times beyond their years. They'll do the family proud someday.
"Listen, kids." Angie stood up, her voice rising over the rest of our voices. "I need to take a shower and finish cleaning the bedroom. I want you two to go start on your homework."
"Awwww. But it's Friday, Mom!"
"I know, but Grandma and Grandpa are gonna be here tomorrow, so I want it all done before they get here." The kids groaned. Angie's eyes sparkled. "If you two are really good and get all your homework done, maybe we can go to Cici's for dinner."
"Please, Daddy?" The kids' bambi-like eyes stared at me.
I laughed. "How can I say no to that?" The kids cheered and grabbed their backpacks before stampeding back downstairs.
Dinner was as uneventful as having kids at a pizza buffet can be. Angie opted for a salad and a couple small pieces of vegetarian pizza, while I had some pepperoni. The kids ate everything in sight. We finally got home, got the kids bathed, teeth brushed, and in bed. I felt a bit uncomfortable in bed that night. The cameras seemed to be looking down at me. Then I looked at Angie, asleep in t-shirt and boxers on her side so I could see her hair flow down her back as she breathed. I glanced back at the cameras. The recording lights were off. And I had nothing to hide or fear from my wife. I closed my eyes and snuggled under the covers.
***
The next morning I sat in the living room drinking a soda and talking with Angie and her parents. The kids were running outside, chasing each other with the water guns. "Angela, have you and Rob thought about having another child?" her mom asked.
"Clara!" my father-in-law looked at his wife. "You promised you wouldn't say anything."
"Now, Joseph, you know you want another grandbaby as much as I do."
"We've been talking about it, Mom. I'm just not sure is all...maybe we should get a bigger place first." Angie sipped her tea, that sleepy look dropping over her face.
"Well, your lease is up in a couple of months on this place. And now that Joe is retired, we can help watch the kids. And we could co-sign for a nice house somewhere. In fact, there's a lovely four bedroom just down the street from us..."
"Clara..."my father-in-law warned, trying to look stern despite the grin creeping on his face.
"Well, we are looking for a bigger place..." I glanced over at Angie.
Angie looked out the window at the kids playing and smiled. "We'll take a look at it next weekend." Then she looked over at her parents. "But no promises. And no more kids after this, you hear?" Both of them raised their fox-paws in playful surrender.
That night the kids spent the night with Grandma and Grandpa. I spent the night making love to my wife.
***
The weekend ended. The kids went to school. I went to work. When I came home, Angie was quiet and calm. She played with the kids, helped them with their homework, we had dinner, then she took a shower and went to bed. Finals were coming up, and with all the classes she was teaching plus trying to get her Master's finished, I just thought she was nervous and worn out. I gave her the space she needed.
Which brings me to this Friday, a little more than two months later. Angie had said something last night about the hard drive being full on her computer so she didn't have room to get everything set up for the upcoming semester. So I left work early, picking up some roses and sake on the way home while making arrangements for her parents to pick up the kids from school and keep them for the weekend. I had also bought a USB flash drive to transfer her drama and school files to, giving her room for the rest of the stuff on her computer. As I started to transfer the files to the drive, I called Angie to tell her the kids were at her parents' and to come home as soon as she could.
"I have a stop to make after class, but I'll be home after that," she promised.
And so I sat at the computer, sipping coffee and watching the video clips she took in the bedroom. Some were of her blocking various scenes or modeling different costumes for the campus productions. Occasionally she'd enlist one or both of the kids to help her out, which always ended in lots of giggling and tickling. I laughed as I watched.
Then I saw a video file stashed in a back folder named "Michael." Shrugging, I opened it up to see which production it was for.
I saw my wife pacing in the bedroom. She adjusted her button-down blouse, skirt, and stockings several times. She moved the cameras a bit. And she paced some more, muttering to herself.
I heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs on the tape, then saw a tall, lean lupine walk into the room. He was at least 6'4", towering over Angie even with her heels on, and wore a school t-shirt and black kilt. He was lean and hard looking. Until he saw Angie's face. His large paw caressed her cheek. She nuzzled into it. "Angela? What is it?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat down beside her. My wife snuggled up to this stranger, this wolf, as he wrapped his arm around her. "I just don't know how much longer I can keep this up."
"Angela, you know I'll wait as long as I have to."
"And I should have let you go years ago, Michael. You deserve better than me."
He kissed my wife between her ears. "Don't get all maudlin on me now, lover. You're the only one I've ever wanted."
"Even though I keep stringing you along instead of grabbing on to you and never letting go?"
His expression was one of both tenderness and sadness. "I'm here for as long as you want me, Angela."
"But what will the kids say?" she looked up at the wolf.
"They're getting old enough to start asking questions. All we can do is be honest." Angie nodded. He looked up at the cameras and waved playfully. "So you got the cameras up?"
Angie smiled. "Yeah. I had planned to surprise you later tonight with the clip, but I wanted to talk to you first..." Her smile faded. "Rob and my parents want another baby."
He stroked her back as he held her. "And what do you want, Angela?"
"You. I want my children to look like you. I want you to see them grow up before they get too old. And I'm afraid. I'm scared I've let myself get so used to this life that I don't know how to be true to myself anymore."
"We were young. We thought we knew what we wanted. You parents wanted you to settle with a nice fox and have a family. My folks thought you were too good for me. I was stupid, though. I couldn't keep away. I'm the one who should have let you go."
Angie leaned up and kissed him. "Never let me go," she whispered.
"Never," he answered.
I swallowed the air and kept my eyes on the screen.
"If I asked you this time to come away with me, would you?" he asked my wife.
"It's scary, Michael. But I can't do this anymore. Not without you. Besides," she tried to smile bravely. "I'm not on the pill and I want one more baby."
"You sure today's the right day for this? I can wait."
Angela wiggled out from his arms and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her favorite red silk half-bra, snug and taunt over her breasts. "You'll never have to wait for me again."
As the wolf stood and took off his shirt, I studied him for a moment. His body was lean - not too taunt or muscular, but not pudgy or fat either. His long dirty blond mane fell across the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen.
I gasped. And swallowed air again.
And watched as he reached for the buttons to his kilt. Angie placed her left paw on his. "Keep it on," she cooed as she slipped her free paw inside the garment.
The wolf gasped as his paws slid under her skirt. Angie returned the gasp with one of her own. "I keep the kilt, you keep the skirt."
"Deal." They kissed and played with each other for several minutes before Angie broke away. "Lay down."
I noticed the time and date stamp in the corner. May 3. The Monday after we told her family we were trying for another baby.
As the wolf lay down, his kilt slid up to reveal his uncut canine shaft, long and thick and oozing a bit of pre-cum. My beautiful, demure wife straddled him, lifting her skirt and sliding herself all the way onto him. "Oh, Michael..." His paws reached around and removed her bra quicker than I ever could. The satin garment fell to the side of the bed as his paws roamed with lustful familiarity over her breasts, hips, face, and back.
I felt a tear sting my face as I watched my wife enjoy herself on this...wolf, this fur, this...other male that has been so much a part of her life for so many years. I don't know how long I sat there half-watching the screen or how long the two of them made love. The next thing I recall was Angie whispering. "Michael...knot me. Give me one more..."
She climbed off him and got down long ways on her knees and forepaws on the bed. Michael smiled and knelt behind her, placing one paw on her hip and the other paw on the small of her back.
He pushed his way into her.
Angie's mouth opened in a silent gasp as she tensed, her body trying to take all of her lover in. Her naked chest fell to the bed as he mounted my wife.
Angie nodded.
And the wolf took her.
Each thrust was faster and harder as he leaned over her. The pair panted as they pushed against each other. The wolf all but lay on top of her while my quiet, tender wife leaned her head back to lick at his rolling tongue and nibble on his neck.
Finally he knelt up. With his cock still inside her, he rolled Angie on to her side. I could see her heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust, her chest heaving with excitement as he lifted her left leg and straddled her. My blurred vision watched as his knot pushed into Angie's body. Her paws clawed at her breasts and our sheets. She tried to reach Michael as best she could to pull him in deeper into her fertile womb. The pair shared an orgasm, than another. Michael put my wife's leg down and lay her on her stomach, his weight resting on her again as best he could with the two of them tied together. Angie snuggled against him.
"It's gonna take work and a lot of time. A lot of people are gonna be hurt," Angie told him.
He moved his head so he could lick her shoulder. She shivered. "I know. I just want you to be happy. And if this is what you want, lover, I'll do everything I can to help you." He grinned. "At least this way I won't have to sneak money and presents to the kids. It's been so hard watching them from afar."
"I know, Michael. I've been such a scared, selfish bitch. And you didn't have to do any of that, you know. But you wouldn't be the man I loved if you didn't."
He licked my wife's shoulder again. "I've been selfish, too, holding on to you for all these years. No more hiding. We do this together."
The video ended.
I heard a key turn in the door. "Rob?" Angie's voice called to me. I couldn't answer.
I wiped off my face as I heard her come up the stairs. I turned around just in time to see her standing over me, a paw on her belly and that sleepy look on her face again. "Rob? We need to talk..."