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Chapter 1 The Decision

Roger, a gray husky, forty-one years old was laying next to his wife, Lena. She was also a husky, white fur with bright blue eyes, unlike the dulling gray of her husbands. They had just made love. Lena had fallen asleep while Roger lay awake. Thinking, as he did every night. Thoughts of his son, Adam, who had just started college with a basketball scholarship. It was in town so he never needed to move out. He thought of bills. He could pay them, they weren't in dept, nor were they financially secure. They were an average family. Average lives in an average small town. Their house was a carbon copy of every house on his street, even the whole neighborhood. Two stories, all the necessities. Roger had nothing to complain about. Still he thought of how life could be different. Fantasizing about going to another bar, with a new group of friends. Thinking of the life he had when he was in college. Parties, drinking, being stupid, but having fun. Roger realized that he was bored of his dull life, his dull wife and the friends he had. He couldn't stand the though of another Friday at the usual bar with the usual people. While he had finally begun to fall asleep, he thought to himself, "Do something different" As usual, he was the first to wake up. Lena didn't get up for work until eight, and Adam didn't need to be in class until eleven. Thoughts of what he can do to keep the spark back into his life raced in his head as he showered and brushed his teeth. He read the paper while his breakfast was cooking in the microwave. Sighing to himself whenever he noticed the monotony of his situation. Lena had been awake since he started breakfast. A habit she had gotten into was to watch him until he left, knowing that he shared his deepest thoughts with his morning cup of coffee. She knew he was depressed for some reason. She wanted to help, but knew his pride would not allow him to let her. So she watched and listened, trying to find out what was wrong. Roger ate his microwaved breakfast and sipped his coffee, saying to himself, "Guess I can look around town for something on the way to work.." He sighed and got up, Lena quickly ran back into her bed and pretending to sleep. Roger put his mug in the sink and threw his trash out, going back into his bedroom to habitually kiss his wife on the forehead. He took a new route to work that morning. Already feeling a tiny thrill from it. There wasn't much this new way. It was a trendier side of town. More coffee shops and clothes stores. There were a few bars. None of them looked like his kind of bar. They were all advertising bands that were obviously just starting out. One stood out. It was a gay bar he had heard someone telling a story about. Someone from the office work picked up a, what he originally was a woman, there. He only noticed it because the name was large, with deep purple letters: Velvet. It was closed. Like the rest of the bars. Only open at night. He still got to work early. The new route hadn't taken much longer than the usual one. Though he didn't think it had anything he'd enjoy there. He didn't like coffee for eight bucks a cup or shopping for clothes that would make him look like he was going through a mid life crisis. He decided against seeing the up and coming bands for it would likely have the same effect as the clothes. Work was the same. He worked in an office. He made sure pay checks were all going to the right people with the right amount of money on them. Mostly he just played Minesweeper when he finished paperwork. He was one of the higher authorities in the building. His job was easy, and he was payed well enough to keep his family happy. He finished his work a little after lunch. He started thinking again. This time his thoughts trailed to women. Imagining himself with a lioness he had seen in a movie. Rubbing himself under his desk. He had his own office. But the thought of someone walking in on him was enough to scare him into masturbating in the bathroom when he needed to. He thought about sex for a while at his desk. His thoughts going from the lioness to a cougar. Something he had often fantasized about. He pawed at the tent in his pants for a bit before heading off into the bathroom. Looking around to see if anyone would see him walk by. There was a bathroom on a higher floor that was always a pain to get to. He used this one because it was always the most private. No one bothered to go there because it was too far from the cubicles. He went into the furthest stall from the entrance door. As expected, it was empty. He sat on the toiled, his member throbbed in his hand, the knot had already exposed. He stroked himself, trying not to make any noise, just in case someone came in. He was always careful about this. Keeping his muzzle closed even as he reached a climax, spilling his seed into the toilet, his musk seeming to feel the room, his head full of fantasies involving one or more of the women he could imagine. He sat there for a while letting his cock rest a bit until it was sheathed again before going back to work. He washed his hands and went back into his office. Work was over. He took the usual route home. It was around six o'clock when he got home. Lena was doing laundry. He walked up to her, kissing her on the cheek, saying, "Hi, honey, need any help?" To his surprise she nodded, "Yeah. Adam is at practice, could you get his laundry from his room for me?" "Will he be home for dinner?" Responded Roger. "No. Said his friends were going out for pizza." Lena added a wink and said, "It'll just be the two of us." Roger tried not to act disappointed, "Oh? Got anything special planned?" "Perhaps we could eat out, do something romantic." Lena said with a grin. Roger nodded, "Sure, honey." he turned around and headed up the stairs to Adam's room to get the laundry. Sighing as he entered his son's room. He didn't want to go eat with his wife. He felt guilty that he was the only one who was feeling this way. He grabbed the clothes that were all over the room, putting them into a basket. The room was a mess, it reminded him of his own room as a kid. He grabbed a pair of boxers that were laying on top of a porn magazine. He looked away from it, not wanting to look at his son's porn. But his curiosity got the better of him. He was shocked to find two male cougars kissing, holding each other's privates on the cover. He picked it up, looking through it. He laughed, noticing he and his son both had a thing for cougars. Though, in his son's case. They were the same sex. Lena knocked on the door. He quickly stuffed the magazine inside his jacket pocket, hearing his wife say, "I started our laundry. Leave the basket next to the machine, I'm going to go take a bath." Roger replied with, "Alright, dear." Lena laughed and said, "Once you do that, you're free to join me." Roger smiled, "We can save that for later, honey." She walked off saying, "Alright, I'll hold you to that" Roger sighed and went into the guest bathroom, hearing the water flow from the bathroom on the first floor. He couldn't understand why. But looking at the magazine had got him hot and bothered. He locked the door and took the magazine out, flipping through the pages. All the men were feline, the ones being displayed the most were cougars. Before he knew it, he was masturbating. It was a rush, pleasuring himself to these men. He came faster than he had in a long time. He cleaned himself off, hiding the magazine in the unused room that Lena's mother would use during the holidays. When Lena got out of the bath and got dressed she found Roger in the kitchen. He was calling a nice steak place he saw when he ventured into the trendy side of town. It was a block after the gay bar. They took his reservation. He dressed in one of the nicer suits he owned. Lena had already put on a black dress she had bought recently. He knew it wasn't going to be cheap, but he decided he owed it to Lena for the way he's been distant towards her. It was already dark by the time they left to go to the restaurant. As they drove by the gay bar, Roger was reminded of the magazine, but was brought back to reality when he heard Lena sigh as she looked at it. He had never really asked her about it before, but her father was very outwardly against homosexuality. That sigh meant that she had shared at least a small bit of that view. He suddenly felt sorry for Adam. He hadn't really thought about how his son being gay would effect him. He didn't really know what to think of it. He would be against it, but that thought made him feel like a hypocrite for lusting over the men in the magazine. He wasn't planning on bringing it up, and ignored it. Inside the restaurant, there were a few couples already there. They were seated in a booth next to a window. Roger and Lena talked about their day while waiting for their waiter to pop up. Roger didn't have much to say, so he just listened to Lena until a young, perky cougar with incredibly bright, deep green eyes. He smiled at the two of them and said, "Helloo. I'll be your waiter tonight. My name is Nick. Are we ready to order something to drink?" Roger replied, "Some wine would be nice." Nick smiled again and said, "Alright. What kind would you like? I like the Pinot Noir myself. It's just the thing for a romantic evening." He leaned in towards Roger, "And it sounds fancy for the ladies." he added with a wink and a laugh. Roger faked a laugh, and said, "Sure, we'll take a bottle of that." Knowing it was probably common to hype something that the restaurant had too much of, figured he'd help out. Nick bounced a little and then said, "Alrighty! Are you guys ready for your orders?" Roger ordered the steak, as did Lena. Nick bounced off merrily. Roger shook his head. In all the years he lived here, the amount of felines in the city had been rather low, Roger never thought he'd run into someone like Nick. Lena sighed and said, "You know, I liked it better when it was mostly us in town." Roger nodded in agreement. Inside, he knew he wasn't going to get Nick off his mind, and he hated it. Lena held Roger's hand and asked, "What's wrong? You are so quiet." "Sorry, just wondering what made this city so.. Trendy." Lena shrugged, "It's probably because of the college. Lots of kids moving in and staying here when they drop out. Would explain him." She nodded towards Nick, who was chatting it up with another couple. His tail flicking from side to side, as if copying a happy canine. Roger immediately struggled keeping his eyes off the Cougar's backside. Roger looked back to his wife. She was looking at him. When they got home, the laugh tracks coming from Adam's room told them that he was home and watching T.V. Lena led Roger into their bedroom. Once the door was closed, she slipped off her dress. Leaving only her underwear. Her breasts exposed. The only thing Roger could see in her was his aging wife. It reminded him that he was also aging. But he did his best to fake passion for her. She helped him out of his clothes as they kissed, she slipped out of her panties and he laid her on their bed. He slowly got on top of her and tried to imagine she was something she wasn't. Even as he shoved his manhood into her, his mind was somewhere else, as it usually was when they made love. While he thrust in and out of her he couldn't help but think. Even sex had become monotonous. Nothing special, it was as mundane as reading the news paper, or taking a shower. The spark had gone. He didn't know if he were in love with her anymore. They had finished and showered together. He laid in bed awake, thinking to himself. After an hour he rationalized that, in order to save his marriage, he was going to have to have an affair. He was going to go to that gay bar, maybe find a man so that he could live out this fantasy. He would only have a one night stand. He would get it out of his system. He would do it and never look back. He felt that, if he did this, he would find that it's no different from his wife, and he can go on loving her and only her. His last thoughts before going to bed was of Nick.