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This is the story of two furs as they go through their lives together, a decade at a time. It's a project I've been working on for a while now, in my head and on paper, and I'm so glad to be posting it for the furry public to see at long last. I can't remember the last time I ever invested so much emotionally in a series.

I really hope that you'll give it a read, and follow these two in their life together from start to finish. Hopefully it'll reward you at least a fraction as much as writing it has rewarded me.

The characters of John and Samantha were created by me, Jeeves, and should not be used without permission.

Decades - '54'

"Mr and Mrs Robert Douglas."

Closing the door of their hotel room behind her, Samantha chuckled to herself as she considered that phrase. She could barely believe it. At the age she and John had been when they got married, twenty five, now the youngest of their two kids was also hitched to a beautiful bride of his very own. In many ways, today signalled the end of an era. Their kids weren't kids anymore, indeed they were long past that point. They had both moved out and were making their own way in the world, and while Sadie was not yet married, she and her girlfriend of three years showed all the signs of being a truly loving, devoted family in their own wonderful way. Robbie however, the younger of their children, was a brand new husband, and the shy, quiet skunk to whom he was married seemed the perfect match for the man who, in the last decade, had matured from a rather rowdy teen into the most gentle, mellow man either she or John had ever seen.

Checking her watch, Samantha looked down at her beautiful but less than comfortable blue dress, then across the room towards the large bed upon which her husband had just flopped down. At first glance, John didn't look any different from how he'd looked when he was thirty. The same slightly plump belly, a sign of the good food he cooked and ate at home, alongside the same sprightly and excitable features which he had possessed since childhood. As she grew closer to the bed and the fur slumped upon it though, there came the tell-tale signs of age which they now both possessed. The slightly creased features upon his face, the slower speed at which each little motion of his body was performed, and of course the streaks of grey and white through even the darkest parts of the raccoon's patterned fur. Her husband was still handsome, very handsome in fact, but he was handsome in a way that made no attempt to hide his age.

"How long have we got until the reception starts, John?"

The raccoon lifted his own arm up in front of his face, peering forth from behind a wiry set of spectacle frames and regarding his watch just as Samantha had checked hers.

"About one and a quarter hours, if we're gonna get there a few minutes early to take our seats and say hello to Lynne's family."

Samantha smiled.

"Lynne? You mean Mrs Robert Douglas, right?"

Rolling his eyes, John let slip a throaty chuckle.

"How long are you gonna keep doing that?"

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, just beside where her husband was lying, Samantha shot John a playful scowl.

"Let a mother have her fun, spoilsport. If you're allowed to make jokes about running off with both your children's girlfriends, I'm allowed to indulge in a little proud, maternal clucking."

The raccoon smirked.

"Jokes?"

He howled with laughter as Samantha tried to slap him, lightly and with good humour of course, and rolled aside to avoid her attempted strikes. A few seconds later he rolled back again, towards where the lemur was sitting, and wrapped his hands around her waist. Samantha shrieked with mirth as she was dragged down onto the bed, falling back and ending up lying down alongside her husband. She waved her hands and batted at him as he scrambled up on top of her, wrestling like a couple of teenagers, and only stopped when he was sitting astride her and had managed to pin her hands down on either side of her head with his own arms and greater overall weight advantage.

Gazing up at her husband of twenty nine years, the lemur giggled.

"You certainly haven't lost your touch, John. When it comes to wrestling, you're still more than capable of pinning a woman a foot shorter than you and about forty pounds lighter. Congratulations, you big, virile man."

The raccoon let slip a soft churring sound, a pleasant, contented sort of sigh which reverberated through the air as John leaned down and kissed Samantha gently upon the lips. She giggled again, and kissed him back, lips, tongue, the works. They certainly didn't engage in this sort of behaviour in public anymore, there were some things which people over forty just couldn't admit to doing with any shred of decency, and perhaps they didn't even kiss like this in private half as much as they once had. It still happened though, and both Samantha and John still enjoyed it immensely.

Carefully, not wanting to hurt her, John lowered himself down over Samantha. As his entire body's weight came to rest over her, pinning her more effectively than his hands and legs alone ever could, one of the male's hands released its grip on the lemur, while the other slipped off her wrist and instead linked their hands together, entwining their fingers tightly.

"Can you honestly believe it, Sammy? Our little boy, married. Our little girl... well, gay, and deliriously happy with her own girlfriend. Me and you, all alone in our house again, just like when we were newly-weds ourselves in that little apartment."

Reaching up to her husband, Samantha gently plucked the glasses off John's face and cast them aside at arms length, somewhere further up the bed. She caressed his cheek with that same hand, and gazed warmly into his deep brown eyes while they shared another, more intimate and gentle kiss. The lemur nodded, her cheeks slightly pink as John shifted atop her, and with a slight tremble in her voice agreed with what her husband was saying.

"It's funny how things work out. T-twenty years ago, we'd have been humping like rabbits if we'd had the house to ourselves. Heck, a hotel room like this... w-we wouldn't even have made it to the bed without our clothes coming off."

John kissed her again, a little more urgently and passionately than before. A soft, bashful little whimper escaped Samantha as the male shifted atop her again, and what she thought she'd felt before pressed decisively and undeniably against her left thigh.

"D-do you want to, Sammy?"

That question. It still sent shudders of anticipation racing down her spine. It didn't matter whether they only made love once a week nowadays, or once every two weeks if they were particularly busy. So what if they preferred to cuddle at night, rather than making one another all hot and bothered and sticky? It didn't make them any less in love, and it certainly didn't diminish how wonderful it felt on those nights when they did find themselves longing for the most intimate sort of physical companionship with the love of their life.

Blushing brightly, and squeezing the hand clutching her own ever so tightly as she nodded, Samantha hissed a bashful, yet lustful affirmation.

"Y-yes. Make love to me, John. L-like we're newly-weds all over again."

Sliding off Samantha's trembling form, John pulled himself upright and left the bed, at least temporarily. He stood up, at the foot of the bed, and turned to face the lemur with a wry twinkle in his eyes. He may have been older than he once was, but in matters of love and adoration such as this the raccoon was still every bit the vigorous, enthusiastic twenty year old with whom Samantha had been caught in their University residence's common room, pleasuring his then girlfriend upon a pool table. His expression was one of excitement, privileged joy and hunger, and now that he was standing Samantha could clearly see the tent in his smart black trousers which had pushed up against her thigh as they snuggled together.

Blushing and giggling, Samantha too felt ageless and free as her husband slipped her high heeled shoes from her feet. To the female's surprise he didn't move on straight away, and instead raised Samantha's left leg to his muzzle, kissing each of her toes individually before giving the pads of her foot a playful lick which made her squeal with ticklish, girlish laughter. John grinned, having gotten the reaction he was hoping for, and eagerly moved on. His arms slid their way up the lemur's legs, still lean and soft with their gorgeous coating of light grey fur, pushing Samantha's dress up and up as he went. Without even being asked the red faced female lifted her rump from the soft bed, and moaned softly as upon passing her crotch the raccoon's hands diverted from their course slightly, caressing the front of her panties firmly.

"Gorgeous as the day I first kissed you. Incredible as the day we first made love. Amazing as the day we married. My one, my only lover."

John growled with passion and romance in equal abundance as he ceased pushing at the female's dress. By now everything to a point about half way up her stomach was visible, soft fur, the plump curves of her body, and of course her black, lacy, rather seductive panties. They weren't skimpy by any means, doing the job they were meant for, but the design... John couldn't help wonder if they were being worn today for more than just a pleasant occasion. Maybe, just maybe, Samantha had been hoping for something like this to happen, and wanted to show off for her husband.

Still murmuring happy platitudes to the lemur, John leaned forward and began to plant tender kisses upon Samantha's stomach as they whispered fondly back and forth to one another. His hands caressed her flanks, making the female giggle and squirm as his fingertips unintentionally tickled her once again, and then slowly began to sink southbound once again. Before long several of his fingers were hooking themselves around the waistband of Samantha's panties, and as he began to lower them, so too did the aim of his kisses begin to descend further and further down the female's body.

"Oh John... a-are you, are you going to... o-ohhhhh..."

Age works its magic differently upon different bodies. At fifty four, some furs have exactly the same sex drive they did at twenty. At forty, some furs barely think about sex anymore. And for an unfortunate few, despite their continued desire to remain intimate with those they love or lust after, biology fails them, and renders sex unsatisfying and un-stimulating.

This, thankfully, was far from the case with Samantha. Maybe it was just because they had sex less often, so she was always that much more appreciative and unprepared for the pleasure when it came, but part of the lemur was certain she'd grown _more_sensitive in these, what one might have called her silver years. Thus her entire body convulsed as John began to gently and lovingly lap at her nether regions with his rough tongue, not going wild by burying his muzzle in her crotch like he might have years and years ago, but simply nuzzling her little love button and rasping across the tender pink flesh of her slit with his tongue.

As he worked, diligently licking and shamelessly letting slip moan after heady moan in conjunction with Samantha's own gasps and whimpers of pleasure, his hands continued to work down the lemur's underwear until she felt the garments slip harmlessly off her feet, and felt her cheeks redden with the silly but inescapable knowledge that she was entirely bottomless. Soon after, their came the unmistakable sound of buttons popping, then a zipper unzipping, and not long after that the male's moans definitely took on a more urgent, firsthand tone which suggested to Samantha that he wasn't _just_pleasing her anymore. Sure enough it just took a single glance downward, waiting for a moment when John pulled his head back to groan his pleasure out for the whole room to hear, for Samantha to set eyes upon her lover's erection, wrapped up in his left paw and in the midst of a firm massage as he bent over to bring her pleasure.

"T-that feels so good. Ohh John, I love you. M-my man. My sexy, handsome husband. Ohhh y-yes..."

That last portion of her latest heated murmur was undeniably louder and more intense than any sound which had come before it, and with good reason. Her prior words to John had excited the male even more than was already the case, and in his eagerness to reciprocate her vocal fondness the raccoon had taken it upon himself to do something which, if memory served, he hadn't done for almost fifteen years. It was and always had been a one shot thing, but Samantha had enjoyed it immensely in the past, and so he hoped she would do so now.

Unable to help herself, Samantha arched her back and thrust forth with her hips as John wrapped his lips around the tiny nub of her clitoris and began to suckle upon it, while the very tip of his tongue danced over the little love button. Her hands, as though possessed, flew through the air and settled upon the back of his head, holding him in place as she gasped and groaned louder and longer than ever. It felt so good, so good that it almost _hurt_with the intensity of the pleasure. She was no longer rising towards a climax, but rather being flung headlong at it, and it was all a matter of what gave out first, her restraint, or her clitoris.

"O-ohh g-god!!"

The answer, both to Samantha's relief and her disappointment, was her clitoris. The pleasure grew simply too much to bear, and as hurriedly as she'd clutched her husband's head close to her loins, so too did the lemur waste no time in pushing it away. She collapsed back on the bed, flat and twitching, her breathing heavy and her eyes still rolling in their sockets as the short circuit in her brain continued to jolt her with agonising bliss for a few more seconds. It wasn't long at all before she'd recovered though, at least, until she'd recovered enough to raise her head and look John in the eye.

"M-make love to me, John. Do it now, a-and hurry, please. I'm close."

In times gone by such a phrase may have prompted the raccoon's more mischievous side to tease his wife in some way, shape or form. To thrust into her oh so slowly and hold himself there, twitching and throbbing, but not thrusting for five or ten minutes while she simultaneously cursed him, and whispered her adoration for him. Now though, right here, right now in this year and this room, John wanted only to do as his lover had asked of him. He wanted to mate with her, and to make her climax. He wanted to see her body brimming over with pleasure, and to feel himself right there with her when that moment came.

Already standing by the edge of the bed, John did not move himself in order to gain access to Samantha. Instead he took his wife by the ankles, grinning as she blushed and whimpered in knowing anticipation of what was about to come, and tugged her down the bed towards him until her spread thighs were resting against his own. John groaned happily as he leaned forward, over Samantha's body, and came face to face with her once more. He licked at her lips, a different set from before, but one every bit as sweet and beautiful. She licked back at him, playfully, tenderly, giggling and groaning in excitement all at once.

"Do me... JD."

John trembled with desire. Samantha never called him JD anymore, she hadn't done so regularly for years! Thus hearing her do so now brought yet another surge of memories flooding back. Passionate memories. Sexual memories. All the times he'd knelt before her, or lain beneath or atop her, and she'd begged him to begin. Do me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Screw me. Be with me. Hold me. Love me. Take me. Hearing that now, and a million other echoes ringing in his ears, what choice did John have but to obey?

The raccoon and the lemur's bodies met with a deep series of grunts from John, and a long, drawn out moan from Samantha. After so long in one another's company, and one another alone, their bodies felt like two pieces of a well used jigsaw puzzle. Perfectly meant for one another, and always slipping into exactly the right place on the very first try. John sank in deep, only to draw back and slowly thrust himself into Samantha once more. He felt his lover's long tail wrapping itself around one of his legs, saw her face contorting in pleasure, and quickened his pace a little for the next thrust. Her tail squeezed his leg, and her eyes widened in shock.

"O-ohh..."

That sound. That wonderful sound of pleasure so strong that it scared and overwhelmed the system. He loved it, just as he loved her, the woman responsible for such melodious sounds of stimulation.

"Ohhhhh..."

Longer. Louder. John craved Samantha's pleasure far more than he wished for his own satisfaction, and seeing, hearing, _feeling_her writhing in bliss beneath him was the perfect indulgence in that regard. He got to have his cake and eat it too.

"Ohhh John! Ohh John! J-John!"

She moaned his name again and again, repeating it even as she stared up into his deep brown eyes, as though reaffirming who she was making love to made it all the more delicious an experience. Perhaps that was indeed the case, for on the few occasions that the raccoon whispered or whimpered Samantha's name when her inner walls squeezed particularly tightly around him, he certainly felt his heart skip a giddy beat.

Now hunched down over the bed and his gorgeous wife upon it, John mated Samantha with all the passion and force that he would have done thirty years ago. He never would have imagined them making love this way anymore, and indeed it must have been months since they had stimulated one another with even half this speed or power. As a result, it was really no wonder that the pair found themselves panting and shuddering in the prelude to a full blown orgasm less than a minute after their mating had truly begun.

"Oh John! John, d-don't stop! I'm going to cum. I r-really am."

An orgasm at 54 was a much bigger deal than an orgasm at 20, when between breakfast and bed on a particularly hot, sweaty day two active lovers could maybe even get into double digits. Thus the thought of potentially not cumming, when she was so close to doing so, was a terrifying prospect for Samantha to consider. She had no doubt that her husband would get her there, he always did, but still she couldn't help crying out, begging for him to keep going until she was already at that magical moment.

"Cum for me, Sammy."

The raccoon's pleasure thickened, husky voice further excited Samantha's already intoxicated mind and body.

"I w-want to! I will!!"

Again John called out to her...

"Cum for me!"

...and again Samantha answered in what was barely more than a savage cry of bliss when finally, eagerly, and far, _far_beyond joyously, she did in fact cum at her husband's request and touch.

"_Yes!! Yes _!!"

It took just a few more seconds, the raccoon's shaft thoroughly massaged and milked by Samantha's clutching walls, for John to join his wife in the throes of orgasm, his legs giving out and his body sinking down onto hers as they climaxed together amid moans, whimpers and happy, adoring cries. Individually the orgasms were both long and powerful, the lemur almost blacking out from the pleasure and John feeling as though his entire body was about to be turned inside out with the rivers of hot ecstasy flooding through his erection. Together though, there was no timing how long their climaxes lasted or how intense they felt. There was only the knowledge that they were experiencing them together, face to face, crotch to crotch, as passionately and lovingly as they ever had in their thirty eight years as intimate, sexual lovers.

An hour later, a knock at the door jerked Samantha and John out of their restful sleep.

Sleep?!?

The two furs stared at one another in suddenly wide eyed horror, blushing and trembling as they smelled the scent of sex in the air, looked at one another's ruffled, unkempt fur and clothes, and heard yet another knock at the door. They looked at the hotel room's digital clock, sitting on the bedside table, and realised that their worst fears were in fact reality. They had fallen asleep, transitioning seamlessly from perfect passion and pleasure to sweet, soothing slumber. They should have been down at their son and daughter in law's wedding reception five minutes ago, and instead they'd been sleeping off a quickie!!

"Oh my god, John. Oh my god, what do we do?"

Half mortified, half ready to burst out laughing at the sheer impossibility of this situation, Samantha whispered to her husband as they lay together, unmoving in the hopes that the knocker might go away and give them time to throw on some clean clothes.

"We... uh... oh god, I don't know! We certainly can't tell them the truth. It'd ruin Robbie's wedding day, and I don't dare think what Lynne's parents might think of us."

A third series of knocks echoed through the door, and then a voice, blessedly unfamiliar, rang out around them.

"If anyone's in there, I just thought you should know that the reception has been delayed by fifteen minutes. There was a big spillage of wine at the last function, and they're still cleaning it up!"

Never since the day Sadie had fallen off her bike and broken one arm, but remained otherwise unhurt had John looked at his wife with such relief. He sagged back down against her, and kissed the lemur fondly upon the muzzle.

"We're getting too old for this. I felt like a teenager caught making out in the back of my dad's car."

Samantha kissed him back affectionately, giggling.

"Oh, don't be silly. That only happened once, and it was _my_dad's car."

John rolled his eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, and it was him that caught us too. Looking back, it would have been better to make out in the car somewhere _other_than your driveway."

The lemur giggled again, nodding and nuzzling John playfully as she did so.

"And we probably shouldn't have had sex an hour before our son's wedding reception either, but hey, that just means we're still young enough to make mistakes. Now, c'mon! Get yourself into the bathroom and clean up a bit, then pull on your reception suit and we'll be ready to go in ten minutes."

Though he knew he should have done what Samantha said, John couldn't help but hesitate, still grinning down at his wife while she lay there, so beautiful and still so sexy, not to mention still half naked, below him.

"Okay, but first... can I ask you just one more question, Sammy?"

Cocking her head to one side, the lemur smiled curiously.

"Before we get ready, are you sure you don't wanna do it one more time?"

Samantha snorted with laughter, and kissed her husband one more time square upon the lips before he pulled away from her and proceeded to go and get ready. For a minute or so more though, Samantha just lay there. She rested with her body exposed, her nether regions still feeling somewhat moist and tingly from their recent orgasm, and a broad, beaming smile upon her face.

Her husband may have been kidding when he asked if they could go again, but maybe, tonight, they really could.

Twice in one day...

"Mmhh..."

... Samantha couldn't help but groan at the mere thought of such an indulgence.

Oh, to be young again.

By Jeeves