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Chapter Two

Olivia practiced what she would say in the mirror. The slender mouse had cooked her hubby's favorite dinner, and dolled herself up in a dress, pantyhose, makeup--the works. Anything to soften the blow when she told him what she'd done with his father. God. The sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach was almost unbearable. When she heard the front door open, her anxiety levels peaked.

"Honey!" She called, her voice cloyingly sweet as she padded over to him in her nylon-wrapped feet, giving him an amorous kiss on the cheek. David was a handsome guy, slim and fit, and the suits he wore for his job always made her feel like they were some kind of 1950s couple when he came home.

The taller fox hugged her. "Hey, babe. Mmh, is that roast I smell?" He grinned, showing off his fangs. He continued sniffing the air, though, puzzling Olivia. "Huh. That's weird." David grunted, before beginning to train that sensitive nose of his on her.

Her heart sank. Oh my god, he smells his dad's...

Olivia stammered, her cheeks turning red as she tried to formulate some kind of excuse. "I-I, um, well, you see..." She began, her ears drooping. "Your father made a bit of a mess of himself with--with breakfast, and I had to bleach his clothes!"

"Ahh." He sighed, seemingly accepting her words as truth. "So that's what I was smelling. Geeze Liv--thanks so much for cleaning him up. I know it's a hassle."

"Not at all! He was very, um, lively today." The rodent giggled, nervously. "We had a nice chat after I gave him a hand." Her internal monologue was screaming at her. A hand?! What are you saying, you stupid woman?

"Well, that's good to hear. I'm real glad you two are getting along." David smiled, before making his way toward the dining room. Olivia had a whole spread going, with mains, sides, and even a bottle of wine. Her husband whistled as he saw it. "Sheesh, what's the special occasion?" He asked, sticking out his tongue playfully.

"Oh, well..." She replied, rubbing her feet together awkwardly. "You see, I have something kind of...big to get off my chest." Her cheeks were burning red, her large, round ears flattening against her wavy brown hair. "I guess...just sit down, and I'll tell you."

David didn't seem too worried, taking a seat opposite her at their dining room table. He couldn't resist plucking a crescent roll off of the pile, though, taking a nibble. "Mmh, alright, alright. What is it?"

Olivia looked at him, her completely handsome, sweet, responsible, and totally oblivious husband. She opened her mouth, the thoughts of what she wanted to tell him already formulated in her mind.

"S-so, remember when you said you were thinking about trying for a baby?" She asked, the pressure in her chest dissipating. She chickened out. She was a complete coward!

He looked up at her, his tail beginning to wag involuntarily behind him. "Y-yeah?" Her hubby replied, his excitement obvious.

"Well, I, um...I reconsidered, I guess. I love you, and I think it's great that you want to have a kid with me. I guess I'm just a little scared still. It's a big responsibility and all."

David reached across the table, taking her tiny, dainty hand and squeezing it. She shivered, realizing it was the same hand she'd jerked his father off with only a few hours prior. She was the worst kind of woman! "That's--that's great! God, I'm so happy, Liv. Is that why you got all gussied up and made me this amazing dinner?" He asked, grinning mischievously at her.

"You got me! Guilty as charged." Olivia laughed, nervously.

They ate dinner and drank wine as David told her all about his day at work. She grew anxious as her husband excused himself to take a plate to his father, but felt relief when he came out without looking perturbed in the slightest. Wanting to unwind, Olivia had a few more glasses than she normally should have, and before long she was fawning all over her hubby. She was an extremely affectionate drunk.

"Mmh! F-fuck, David!" Liv mewled, her heart racing as he dragged her through the door to their bedroom, pinning her against the wall. Their maws parted as the pair shared an amorous kiss, her slender fingers deftly unfastening his tie, before tearing open his shirt. They knocked over the bedside lamp as her tall, dapper fox all but tossed her onto the bed, climbing between her gorgeous legs.

"You're so fuckin' hot..." David snarled, leaning down and dragging his warm, drooly tongue along Olivia's neck. She squeaked out in pleasure, her toes curling as he unfastened his belt, not even bothering to fully disrobe. He tugged his cock out through the fly of his slacks, his twitching length already stiff as a board from the prospect of finally breeding his wife.

"Ohh!" The mouse gasped, looking down with wide eyes as David hooked a claw into the crotch of her pantyhose, tearing a wide gash in the soft nylon fabric. He yanked aside her lacy panties, before slamming his hips forward with a rumbling growl. "Oh fuck, ohh--David!" Olivia squealed, gobsmacked by his forceful, aggressive behavior.

His tail wagged excitedly behind him as he sawed his throbbing, leaking cock into her tight, pristine little entrance. The fox curled his arms under her legs, before hefting her lower torso up into the air, pistoning down into her. Olivia mewled and writhed beneath him, the tiny mouse unable to keep her voice under control. The alcohol probably didn't help. "Ohh, yes! God yes!" She cried out, her inner walls quaking and tensing up around his invading shaft. "Right there--fuck, keep going..."

Her hubby was a snarling, aggressive beast atop her, but as he continued clapping his hips against her own, Olivia noticed his fuzzy balls beginning to tense up against her ass, his cock throbbing wildly within her. Fuck, she was so close! Just a few more...

"Nnnghh!" David bellowed, arching his back and thrusting roughly into his wife one last time, before she felt his dick beginning to pulse and throb inside of her, depositing his gooey spunk right where it belonged. He held onto her for dear life, saliva running down his chin as he experienced what appeared to be the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life. His eyes were rolled back in their sockets, his tail twitching behind him while he drained his nuts into her unprotected little pussy.

Just like that, it was over. Dave pulled out, flopping down beside her on the bed. He panted raggedly, holding his arm over his face as he recovered. Olivia squirmed in a mixture of arousal and frustration, pawing frantically at her clit, but she had lost the buildup.

"God, that was amazing." The fox gasped, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he came down from his incredible high. Olivia leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"It was, honey. Do you, um...do you think you could get the vibrator for me?" The mouse asked, bashfully. David complied, though he seemed a bit embarrassed about it. This wasn't exactly an unusual occurence, as her hubby's sexual stamina wasn't the greatest, but it didn't really bother her. In a way, it was flattering that he found her so attractive and arousing that he popped his cork so quickly.

On the other hand, it would be nice if he lasted a bit longer so she could cum during sex. Grabbing her vibrating wand from her hubby with a soft, "Thank you," she turned it on, the contraption buzzing to life. He crawled over to her, sliding his fingers into her slick, cum-soaked tunnel as she pressed the vibrator against her clit.

It wasn't long before she was writhing and spasming in pleasure, having to paw at her hubby's hand frantically to make him stop finger-fucking her. She lay there after, trembling and tingling all over, basking in the afterglow.

"Thank you for that." She cooed, rolling over to express gratitude to her lover, but she let out an annoyed grunt when she realized he had fallen asleep! "Jerk." She pouted, playfully, before sitting up on the edge of the bed. As she did, her eyes widened as David's cum began rushing out of her, and she awkwardly hopped over to her chest of drawers to grab a towel.

The lithe mouse stripped out of her fancy clothes, choosing an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy PJ pants instead. Olivia wasn't quite tired enough to sleep, instead choosing to watch garbage television on the couch until she passed out. Her eyes were just starting to close as some overly-dramatic scene about an angry chef played, when she heard a loud buzzing sound. Bill! She'd forgotten all about him during her tipsy, horny shenanigans with her husband. She stumbled out of her seat, making her way to the old geezer's room.

When she arrived, he was sitting up in bed, and she smiled at him. "Hey, old timer." Olivia chuckled, walking into the room.

"Hey, Liv." He replied, though his eyes gave away that he was troubled about something. He shifted slightly in bed, pulling himself to the edge of the mattress with a groan. "Did you, uh...did you have a chat with David about, well..."

Olivia felt a pang of guilt. She'd just had sex with her hubby, and he had no idea about what she and Bill had gotten up to earlier that very day. Her ears flattened against her head. She'd been too scared to bring it up with him.

"Yeah, yeah I--I had a chat with him about it over dinner." Olivia lied, her cheeks flushing red.

"Oh." The old fox grunted, before placing his hand over his muzzle, letting out a wet cough. "Mmh...what did he say about it?"

"Well, he wasn't exactly happy to hear about it. But...I told him that, um." The rodent began, trying to think up something on the fly. She should just tell him the truth, he would probably understand! "I was just doing it to help you out, since you seemed really lonely and all. I said it's probably been a decade since, y'know...you've had a woman touch you like that."

"Yeah." The fox responded, a bit embarrassed. "It feels like ages since Beth passed. And she wasn't doin' good for awhile before that." He continued, his brow furrowing as the painful memories resurfaced. He shook his head, as if to physically dispel them, before opening his mouth once more. "Liv, you're telling me that...David's okay with all of this? He's not upset?"

"Yeah. I told you I would handle it." She smiled, her brow arching in a pained expression. God, she was going to Hell for this. "Just...don't worry about it, alright? It's all taken care of."

"Good." He grunted, lifting himself shakily to his feet. "I guess he couldn't have been too miffed about it anyhow, seeing as how you two were fucking like rabbits after dinner."

Olivia clasped her dainty hands over her mouth, shocked. Her cheeks burned. "Wha--you heard that?" She asked, mortified.

"How could I not? You two were makin' an awful racket." William grinned, a breathy chuckle leaving his wrinkled maw. "Oh, but it was nice hearin' that sweet voice of yours. I hope it ain't improper of me to say so, considerin' my son gave us the green light and all."

She pushed through her embarrassment, giggling nervously. "Oh, um...not at all. Just maybe don't mention it around him for awhile, okay? I think he needs a little time to think things through." Olivia mumbled, buying herself a bit of time.

"Of course. It's a real unusual situation, that's for sure. I'm sorry if I complicated things between you two." He frowned, a sympathetic look on his withered old face. "That said, I'm really grateful for you helping me out like that. Getting that sort of attention from a pretty girl ain't exactly common for me, believe it or not."

Olivia nodded sheepishly, padding over to the side of William's bed, before sitting down adjacent to him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her bicep firmly. "You can, uh...set the boundaries for this little thing we got goin' here. And if you want to stop at any time, just tell me so. I won't be offended or nothin'."

"Can I be honest with you?" Olivia asked, looking up into Bill's eyes. They were bright green in the photos she'd seen of a younger William, but had been clouded from cataracts. He refused to wear the big 'coke bottle glasses' the eye doctors had offered him, though, and balked at the idea of surgery.

"Always." Bill replied, his grinning maw full of slightly yellowed teeth.

"I don't want to stop." Liv murmured, shyly looking down at her bare feet. "I don't know what came over me the first time, but it was a thrill. And I kinda just...wanna see where it goes from here, y'know?"

The old timer let out a breathy exhale, his tail swishing behind him as those words left Olivia's mousy maw. "I think I want that too, Liv. Very much." He cooed, his grip on her tightening a bit. "I think I might wanna kiss you too. If you're interested, that is."

The rodent shivered in his grasp, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She felt herself leaning in toward the much older fox, her slender, feminine fingers caressing his cheek as she pressed a soft, amorous kiss onto his muzzle. She withdrew somewhat afterward, gauging his reaction, before moving in for another. While the first had been a peck, the second was hungrier, her lips parting as her tongue slipped into William's mouth, tasting his saliva.

As she pulled away, her skin tingling, her body feeling warm all over, she noticed his loins stirring. Glancing down, the mouse watched as Bill's cock throbbed to life, forming a quite obvious tent in his thin, nearly threadbare sleep trousers. This time, she didn't hesitate. The rodent reached down gingerly, grasping his twitching erection and giving it a soft squeeze through his clothing.

"F-fuck, Liv..." The aged fox groaned, his hips rolling against the pleasurable grasp of her small, eager hand. Olivia realized her mouth was hanging agape, her breath coming in quicker as she gently stroked him, enjoying the pleasured sounds issuing forth from her husband's father's open jaws.

She couldn't wait much longer. Her tail swaying excitedly behind her plush rear end, the mouse hooked her slender fingers under Bill's waistband, tugging his trousers down just below that hefty sack of his. As that robust, solid shaft of his bobbed dramatically into view, she felt her cheeks burning even hotter.

"It's fucking huge, Bill." She sighed, almost reverently, reaching out to grab a hold of the elderly fox's handsome pillar of meat. He let out a sharp exhale as she did, his body trembling against her own. "How did Beth even handle this thing?"

William was breathing heavily now, his tail swishing away behind him, nostrils flaring as he sucked in lungfuls of her feminine aroma. "Hahh...f-fuck, she weren't too fond of going down on it, I'll--nnhh! I'll tell you that much. Complained it made her jaw ache."

"So she never really sucked you off?" Olivia inquired, her voice a sibilant whisper as she watched the old man's foreskin glide back and forth over that intimidating cockhead of his. Her heart raced from the filthy way they were communicating with each other. This was so taboo, so wrong, but it excited her to no end.

Before Bill could respond, Olivia slid her butt away from him, brushing her hair out of her face before leaning over the fox's wrinkly, aging form. His breath caught in his throat as the mouse's lips parted, before accepting the tip of Bill's twitching cock into her mouth. His hand immediately rested on the back of her head, the old canine huffing and groaning with excitement as Liv's slender, warm tongue began to snake its way under his foreskin.

She teased him, rolling her slippery pink muscle around his cockhead, stealing glances up at his face every so often. His wrinkled visage was awash in pleasure, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, milky eyes rolled back in their sockets. His fingerclaws dug gently into her scalp as he gripped her head tightly, and she mewled in surprise when she felt him pushing her down.

Down. Down onto her husband's father's gorgeous, incredible cock. She felt her loins quivering as she acquiesced to him, allowing the old geezer to force his throbbing length into her maw, her eyes screwing shut as she tried to acclimate to his sheer size. Olivia's head bobbed shallowly up and down, her fingers gripping the base of his dick tightly.

"Fuck, Liv--that's incredible..." Bill groaned, his tail thumping loudly against the bed as he gratified himself inside the mouth of his son's wife. "Just...just a little further, try it for me..." He groaned, his voice positively dripping with lust for her. She felt so desired in that moment, her cheeks burning bright crimson as she complied.

Her jaw aching, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, she accepted the next few inches of his massive cock into her mouth. She could feel him beginning to encroach on the cusp of her throat, and she knew she'd be gagging if she took him in any further. Bill seemed over the moon with her efforts though, holding her head tightly and guiding her into a smooth, tantalizing rhythm.

Shlrrp, shlllck! Soft, wet sounds filled the room as she sucked off the old fox. Saliva dripped down his mighty shaft and began to soak into his fuzzy, hefty sack while he grunted and moaned above her. She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted to hear more of those fetching, masculine moans of pleasure...

"Hahh...oh, Liv--I'm gonna..." He began, but she didn't need him to tell her. His body reacted honestly enough, his nuts tensing up against his body, dick throbbing wildly within her hot, wet maw. Better yet, he was panting and moaning like a man possessed, his sounds of pleasure like music to her big, round ears.

The mouse withdrew, holding tightly onto his dick with her soft, feminine hands, while her muzzle closed tightly around his tip. She stroked him quickly, firmly, her fingers sliding along his length with precious little effort due to the amount of saliva she'd coated him with. He bucked his hips upward into the pleasurable sensation once, twice, before snarling out in ecstasy, inadvertently yanking on her hair as he came.

To say Bill exploded in her mouth would have been an understatement. Olivia moaned in surprise and shock around his shaft, her cheeks immediately puffing out as the fox's gooey, heated semen sprayed forcefully into her maw. Her eyes closed tightly as she swallowed, and swallowed, the volume of spunk washing over her tongue almost too much for Liv to keep up with.

When he was finally done, the rodent pulled away with a wet pop, a strand of gooey saliva stretching from his tip to her tongue, before breaking. Olivia panted roughly, having to catch her breath after guzzling down the dirty old fox's load. "Holy fuck, Bill..." She huffed, fanning her face with her hand.

"Heh...sorry, Liv." Bill chuckled, a bit embarrassed. "Fuck, you're really a peach for treating me like that. I would've been content with you just comin' in here to use your hand every now and again." He offered, rubbing the back of his wrinkly neck.

Olivia coughed, wetly, feeling his thick cum like phlegm at the back of her throat. "Well, it's fine. I wanted to do that for you." She replied, sweetly, standing up from the bed. "It's up to me how far this goes, right? You said so yourself."

"That's right." The old man chuckled, softly. The pair made eye contact then, and Olivia could see the affection and appreciation in his eyes. The butterflies in her stomach returned, her heart thumping excitedly in her chest. Was she...catching feelings for this old geezer? Her fingers trembled as she reached out and grasped a hold of Bill's hand, squeezing it.

"I'll, uh...see you tomorrow, gramps." She offered, giving him a shy smile. They kissed once more, with Olivia's muzzle lingering a bit longer against his than it should have. She went to the bathroom to wash up, making certain to gargle with mouth wash before sneaking back into bed with David.

She'd...tell him tomorrow. For real this time.