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Stress Leave 2

A Week Off

Jonathon "CJ" Ford

The first light of dawn had been steadily moving across the floor of John and Linda's bedroom. It was about six by the time it had made its way up onto John's face through the open curtains. John, unlike his wife, couldn't sleep when the sun fell on him for any length of time. He still kept an alarm clock for those overcast mornings, just to be safe. Being late for work meant a hefty fine, something he liked to avoid. So he lay there breathing slowly for a while. Linda had her head resting on his chest, and a soft rumble emanated up from her chest as she slept. He looked down over his muzzle at her, her white fur and black stripes lying across his smoke colored fur. He thought again of how lucky he was to have found such a perfect creature for a wife. As he lay in bed one arm over his loves shoulder and the other just lying on the bed his alarm clock decided that it was time for him to get up. John quickly silenced the noise with a soft tap from his free paw. He'd forgotten to shut it darn thing off last night before bed. Yesterday he'd been told that he could take the week off and get some rest before coming back to work. Linda stirred with the noise from the alarm, her sensitive ears picking it up easily. John softly rubbed her head fur and hummed their favorite love song to put her back to sleep. And soon enough she was back in whatever dream she had been having before the clock tried to wake her.

John lent his head back against the headboard of the bed and idly stroked Linda's shoulder. He closed his eyes and thought about the day before. He'd gotten off the phone with the dispatcher from work after finding out that he'd been given the next week off. After hanging up the phone he flipped off the alarm clock so that Linda could wake up when she wanted. And it was about 8 am before she stirred and her eyes fluttered open. He looked into her green eyes and she just stared back into his. He smiled and rolled over, planting a loving kiss on her cheek. "Who was that on the phone?" she asked before yawning, and showing off her sharp, white teeth.

"She never misses anything." John thought to himself before answering. "It was just the office. They apologized for the scheduling over the last few months and side I had this week off and that I'd be back on my old schedule after this week."

Linda wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze, "Honey that's great. Now you won't have to go back to flying the 747."

John "hummed" and kissed her on the forehead. "I think it's time for a shower." He said, tossing the sheets back off him. He rolled himself out of bed, stretching as his foot paws sank into the carpet. His bushy tail gently fanned the air behind him as he walked around the bed towards the bathroom.

Linda watched as he went, she'd always loved looking at his body. His athletic build and soft fur had captured her from the first time they'd met.

In the bathroom John brushed his teeth as he waited for the water to heat up. By the time he was ready and pulled back the curtain on the shower a healthy dose of steam rolled forth. He stepped into the shower, the warm water soaking his fur, matting it down. It worked its way into his muscles, relaxing the last of his pent up tension from them. He was just fully wet when he felt something brush against his tail. He spun around, right it the arms of his wife. She looked at his with a cheeky smile, "Mind if I join you dear?" John took a half step back and looked his love up and down, the water soaking her fur as well. Her nipples stood straight out from the water splashing on them. It had been a while since the two of them had showered together, but he'd never forget the last time. He stepped back into her and wrapped his arms around her back, "Of course not hun. I miss being able to shower with you." He ran his hands up and down her back as they swayed back and forth under the cascade of water. He could feel the warmth of her body over that of the water that fell upon them. Slowly he ran his hands down her back to the base of her solid tail, whose tip twitched in a typical catlike fashion. He felt below her tail and gently rubbed her tail hole. His sheath began to swell between them as he caressed his wife's beautiful tigress body. In the mean time Linda's hands where working over her husband's shoulders and back, rubbing them in a rhythmic fashion that, had they been in bed or on the couch, would have had him sounds asleep in no time. She felt his sheath stirring and redoubled her efforts. John reached as far down as he could without shifting his position and was just able to rub her sex. Linda uttered a low moan and her claws lightly traced along the back of his shoulders as he did. John's wolfhood continued to fill out inside its furred home as he stroked his loving wife. Linda began to purr loudly as he caressed her clit.

Slowly John shifted around behind her and began to massage her tummy and chest. Linda lent her head back on his shoulder, letting the water add to his massage. He worked his way up her chest and began to gently rub her nipples getting them harder and harder as he did. The pink tip of his cock began to show itself and he again massaged his wife's sex. The air inside the shower was heavy with steam and the sent of sex from the both of them. Linda's sex oozed her juices mixing them with the water and John's wolfhood leaked pre down her back. Linda turned her head to get as close as possible to John's ear, "Are you going to tease me all day or are you going to do something with that cock of yours?" she demanded between gasping breaths.

"As you wish my love." He whispered back to her, barely audible over the water. Slowly he adjusted his position as he moved the tip of his wolf meat towards the entrance to her hot cunt. Slowly he pushed himself up into her, the way lubed by her juices and his pre mixed together with the cascading water from the showerhead. Linda moaned softly and her knees felt as if they were turning to jelly. She pushed herself back towards him, driving him deeper into her. John soon picked up a steady rhythm in his thrusts as Linda pushed back at him in time, driving him in to the hilt with each thrust. Soon John's knot began to swell and he gave one powerful thrust and pushed it into his love, tying them to each other. Linda was first to peak, her body spasming around John's prick. Her knees finally gave out and she collapsed into John's arms. The shift in balance that it took to keep both of them from tumbling to the floor of the shower was enough to drive John over the edge. He suppressed a mighty howl as he bit down lightly on the nape of Linda's neck. After he finished shooting, John swayed slightly from side to side with Linda still supported in his arms, letting the water wash the sweat from their bodies. After a few minutes John's knot had shrunk enough that he could pull out with causing his love too much discomfort.

It was only now that they actually got around to cleaning each other, and after last night and what had just happened they both needed a good cleaning. John rubbed fur shampoo all through Linda's fur, paying special attention to a few areas. He rinsed her off before she returned the favor, making sure that his slowly retreating wolfhood was nice and clean before it disappeared back into its home. She maneuvered him under the water and rinsed the shampoo from his fur before leaning into the spray and giving him a deep kiss. After breaking the kiss John reached behind him and turned off the water. Then he took his paws and slowly began to squeeze the excess water from his wife's fur. As he did she began to do the same to him, which left them both just slightly dripping wet. John reached out of the shower and around the little corner to pull a pair of towels from the rack. He handed one to his love and began to briskly dry his fur with the other. After all it wouldn't do to walk out into the air conditioned rest of the house with wet fur and risk getting a cold. John stepped from the shower and wrapped the towel over his hands and began to dry off his tail. After being satisfied that he was mostly dry he picked up a brush from the counter and was about to start brushing the few tangles out of his fur when a white paw snatched the brush from his. "Oh no you don't." Linda said her towel wrapped around her middle. "You just sit. I'll do the brushing."

John, not being one to argue with his wife simply sat down on the little stool that was in the bathroom and let her go to work on his fur. It felt so soothing to have someone else brush him, especially since it was his lovely Linda. It took about a half hour for Linda to finish brushing her husband's fur completely. After she finished she gazed at his reflection in the mirror and smiled at the job she'd done on him. John stood up and looked her in the eye, before giving her a kiss on the cheek. Before he stood back up he whispered, "My turn." Into her soft, white ear.

Linda slowly undid the towel from around her and let it fall to the floor in a heap. She took John's place on the stool as he took the brush from the counter. Linda's short fur never seemed to be able to tangle at all and it took only a few minutes before her fur developed a glossy sheen. John laid the brush back on the countertop and hugged his wife tightly. "I love you so much." He whispered in her ear.

She leaned her head against his, "I love you too." She whispered back.

It was mid-morning by the time they got out of the bathroom all nice and clean. Since neither of them a\had planned to have the day to spend with each other, they decided that there was no rush to do anything and so they sat on the couch in the living room, in nothing but their fur and watched some TV. The television ended up being more of a background noise then anything else as John and Linda sat and cuddled on the couch. Linda had her head resting in John's lap. And he ran his paw over her chest and tummy, letting her fur slide through his fingers. Linda's fur always felt so very soft and with the rumbling purr from her chest, if John closed his eyes she could have been a stuffed plush tiger, much like the one that he'd gotten her for their anniversary a few years back. After about an hour Linda reached up and began to rub her paw through his chest fur and purred all the loader as his soft, thick fur ran between her fingers. His fur almost swamped her paw as it moved though it. His legs were made soft by its denseness and she felt as if she could stay there, head in his lap for eternity as he rubbed his warm paws through her chest fur.

Time seemed to both speed up and stand still for the pair as they lay, intertwined on the couch. John was still rubbing Linda's tummy when he felt it rumble in protest at the lack of food it held. John grinned and scratched behind her ears, "I think you tummy is trying to say that we should get up and make something to eat." He whispered to her.

Linda groaned and sat up. "I think you're right." She giggled back to him. She hoisted herself from the couch and then helped John to his feet since his legs had long since gone to sleep on him. John hobbled to the bedroom after Linda, only to have her pass him at the door on her way out, clad in a rich purple robe and little else. John chuckled as he pulled on a new pair of boxers and then looked at his bedside clock. It was just after midday and they hadn't eaten a thing, no wonder Linda's, not to mention his stomachs protested about their treatment this morning. The smell of bacon wafted in from the kitchen as he left the bedroom in his boxers and red robe. His robe bore the logo of WRX airways on the left breast. Linda's did as well. They had been gifts from the company when John had moved to the new S.O. Cruiser. They had become the standard attire around the house for when they weren't in a rush to go anywhere and didn't have any guests coming over. Which was proving to be more and more infrequent over the last few months, but hopefully that was going to be changing again.

John made it to the kitchen just in time to see his wife fish the last of the bacon out of the pan and turn off that section of the gas stove which they had. John quickly put some water on to make coffee and prepared two mugs, milk and two sugars for Linda and milk and one sugar for him. Before long the water had boiled and he poured it into the coffee press and replaced the lid, leaving it to brew for a couple minutes before slowly sending the plunger to the bottom. He just finished pouring as Linda scooped the scrambled eggs out of the pan she'd been using and divided them onto the pair of plates she'd set out on the counter next to her. She gently put the pan into the sink and filled it with water to stop what was left from hardening and sticking to the bottom. A hiss and a small puff of vapor came forth as the pan cooled rapidly under the cool water. She lifted the two plates and carried them to the table where John had just finished laying out the cutlery. He placed the two steaming mugs on the table. Linda laid the plates at each of the two prepared settings and John pulled her chair out for her, allowing her to sit first. Afterwards he sank into his chair and they began to quite rapidly consume their breakfast, although, given the hour it could have just as easily been called lunch. "Well," Linda spoke between mouthfuls, "what do you want to do this afternoon?"

John chewed slowly for a few seconds as he thought about what they could do. And so many possibilities that didn't involve leaving the house floated through his head. He finally settled on an idea. "Well after last night and that shower this morning I think we should do something special for you. How about we go down the plaza and spend a few hours shopping and maybe hire a movie."

Linda wanted to jump across the table and tackle him to the floor with hugs and kisses. It had been a very long time since he'd actually wanted to go shopping, one of her favorite pastimes, with her. After they finished breakfast/lunch, they both cleaned up the kitchen and table before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed properly.

It was just past one o'clock when they were finally ready to get going. John climbed into the driver's seat of his Wrangler as Linda slipped in on the passenger's side. John opened the garage door and started the engine. Stepping on the clutch he put the vehicle into reverse. He was just about to back out of the garage when he had a thought, he didn't know where Linda wanted to go first. "Hun, what part of the plaza do you want to start at?" he asked, turning down the radio.

Linda rolled her eyes upward in thought for a moment. "Let's start at the Target entrance. It's nice and central so we can spread out from there."

John nodded and slowly let the clutch out, backing the four wheel drive carefully down the driveway. Since the neighborhood that they lived in was mostly occupied by other WRX staff it was fairly quiet this time of day since most everyone else would either be at work or already out doing things. But when they got to the main freeway into Kowloon city the picture changed drastically. Traffic as usual was a complete mess and it took them until nearly two to get to the parking lot of the Target area of the plaza. Now Hong Kong is known for its shopping opportunities, and the plaza was a true testament to this. "It's a good thing none of the stores close until seven." John thought to himself, unaware that Linda was thinking the same thing. John and Linda walked into the multi-level store and looked around before Linda decided what she wanted to do first. So they set off in search of a few good deals, and to do some serious window shopping. Before either of them knew it the center was announcing that closing time was upon them and so John and Linda made their way back to their car. Only now both were heavily laden with the afternoon's takings. After reaching the Jeep and opening the back, John left Linda to stack all of their purchases as only she could to get them all in. John started the car and gazed up at the rapidly darkening sky, it would begin to rain soon. They hadn't been on the road home, out of Kowloon, for more then ten minutes when the first bolt of lightning stuck a mast far off in the distance and the heavy drops began to cover the windscreen. John flipped on the wipers and his headlights this road was always a hazard when it rained. After about a half hours drive, in thankfully much lighter traffic, John was pushing the button on the garage remote. He pulled the Wrangler in and started the door on its way down before turning off the wipers, lights, and finally the engine. He helped his wife unpack the car and carry everything inside.

John had just finished putting down the lat of the boxes when Linda wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling herself close to him. "I've got something every special planned for dinner tonight. So you get changed and I'll start cooking."

John would have told her that every time she was able to cook for him at home it was special, but by the time he turned around she was already out the bedroom door and on her way down the stairs. "It must be something really good, if she thought enough to tell me." John thought to himself. John striped himself of his shirt and slacks, pulling on his old faded grey sweats and hung his day clothes back in the closet. By the time he'd finished straightening up and brushing his teeth for the night, sweet aromas had begun to drift in through the open door. His sensitive wolf nose began to twitch as he tried to place the scent. He knew it was fish, and his mouth began to fill with drool as his head filled with the tasty options, each as good as the last. He came down the stairs two at a time, being careful not to catch his toes and end up face first on the downstairs landing. John made his way quickly to the kitchen and stuck his head around the corner. Linda had her back to him as she worked. John started to sneak into the kitchen, he didn't notice his wife's ears swivel momentarily his direction and a big smile crept over her muzzle. "That wolf will never learn." She giggled to herself.

John in the mean time was sure that his approach had been covered by the sounds of the various things cooking. He slowly reached a paw toward a pan to get a taste of the sauce that it held. He saw a silver flash as Linda rapped him on the back of the paw with the broadside of her knife, "Get your little paws out of there silly." She said as John shook his hand from the shock of being discovered. "Go set the table you sneaky wolf. Dinner will be ready in a minute."

John frowned to himself, she managed to catch him every time he tried, you'd think by now he'd have learned, but old habits die hard and he knew he always had to try. He set the table and he had no sooner finished putting the pot holders down then Linda appeared with a big baking dish full of red fleshed fish covered in an orange sauce. She returned to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of steamed rice and another of steamed snow peas. John sang into his chair as Linda sat down opposite. "So what sort of fish do we have tonight dear?" John asked, practically drooling as he looked at the food laid before him. "We have fresh Atlantic salmon with Thai sauce and steamed rice and snow peas."

John just about fell out of his chair from excitement, it was his absolute favorite meal. He knew he'd have to make it up to her later on in the evening. But for now he served her a piece of fish and she took some rice and peas before watching John heap his plate. John must have commented at least ten times during dinner about how good everything was. After they had finished John insisted that he clean up, so Linda when upstairs and changed into her purple robe and tossed her clothes into the hamper.

Linda finally comes back down stair to find the kitchen and table all cleaned and orderly. John is sitting in the lounge room on the couch watching a bit of television. Linda walks around the couch and sits down next to him, snuggling in nice and close. John puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder as they watch TV together. As the night wears on and John moves his paw under the shoulder of Linda's robe, to rub her bare fur, she begins to notice a slight bulge in his pants, loose fitting as they may be, so she decides to play along and quietly loosens the waist belt on her robe. John takes the bait and moves his paw down along her chest and begins to caress his breast, tweaking her nipple just for the fun of it. Linda gasps slightly as he does so. She slowly moves her paw over onto his lap and starts to fondle his sheath through the fabric. The show on the screen fades into a mere background noise as the two play at each other. John's sheath continues to swell under Linda's skilled paw and soon he's edging forward with each touch. The tip of his meat begins to poke from its home and his sweats tent slightly. Linda can't stand it any longer and looks into her lover's eyes. "I think that needs to be taken care of and you're looking stressed again." She said quietly.

John just rolled his eyes and let his tongue hang from his muzzle. Linda slipped from the couch and positioned herself between his knees. Slowly and carefully she pulled his pants off and let them bunch up on the floor around his ankles. Slowly she lowered her muzzle to his tip and took a deep breath through her nose. The smell of her love sends a shiver through her spine and right to her sex, as she begins to get moist from the scent of him. She slowly lets the breath out sending the warm air rushing over John's sensitive wolfhood. It sends a jolt up his spine and causes him to stiffen noticeably from the sensation.

Linda begins to lick his cock tip and up and down its underside. Her rough feline tongue plays havoc with his senses, making every part of him quiver with each lick. His prick glistens with her saliva and his pre. Linda slowly takes him into her maw and descends the length of his shaft, until his wet nose is planted in his pubic fur. The dual sensation drives John mad and it's all he can do not to buck his hips up into his wife's warm, wet muzzle. Slowly she begins to bob her head up and down suckling on his rod. Pre oozes copiously from his tip, but Linda laps it up with ease. John runs his fingers through her head fur, behind her ears, doing his level best to resist humping his wife's muzzle. Knowing, hoping that there is better things in store for him to play with. Through the haze of his lust filled mind, John can smell the heat rising from his wife's crouch. And he slowly and gently pulls her head of his meat. Gasping as the cool air hits his cock he almost comes on the spot. Lifting Linda's chin so that her eyes meet his, leans down and kisses her, sliding off the couch as he does. He lies on top of her, straddling her hips. "Now it's my turn." He whispers softly in her ear. Slowly, smoothly he parts the robe down her middle. He kisses her neck and traces his tongue along its curves. Slowly he circles her nipples, one at a time, making each one hard before moving to the next. Slowly he moves lower, down the crease of her stomach until he reaches her belly button. He teases it, flicking his tongue in and out of it, making his love moan and arch her back. Now she grabs his head fur and interlaces her fingers with it, rubbing the base of his ears. He moves on, continuing his journey south. Linda's black panties are soaked with her juices by the time he gets to them. He eases them off her, tossing them aside. He sniffs at the moist area of her sex, almost rubbing his cold wet nose along her snatch. He teases her by licking up the sides, only just barely touching her clit. Linda's fingers tighten their grip on his head fur and he takes that as his cue. John dives in licking along her pussy, and every now and then darting his long tongue into her passage. After about twenty minutes of him licking away she lifts her head and pants, "Please give me your cock. I want it deep inside me."

John stops his licking and moves back up giving her a deep kiss as he positions the head of his wolfhood at her entrance. Slowly he pushes forward and his tip slides in easily, its path made slick by his saliva and her juices, not to mention the large amount of pre leaking from his tip. He pushes until he's buried completely inside her, and then starts an equally slow withdrawal, wanting to make the feeling last as long as possible. He settles into a slow, steady rhythm as he pushes himself fully into her each time. His pace is driving Linda wild with lust, and she paws at the carpet and his back. He keeps her on the edge for what seems like forever, his knot steadily swelling and bumping her entrance with each thrust. Finally he gives one hard thrust and forces his swollen knot into her locking them together. It's all it takes to sent Linda over the cliff, every muscle in her tenses and her back raises from them floor as she growls her release. As her cunt muscles clamp down on his cock, John gives one last thrust and holds himself there as his climax hits hard. He shoots jet after jet into his wife's hot pussy. He collapses atop her both of them panting hard and fur matted in sweat. They lay there waiting for John's knot to subside. After a good twenty minutes John pulls free of Linda's well used cunt and kisses her one more time. He gets up and helps her to her shaky feet. They support each other as they make their way to the bedroom utterly spent from the day's activities. They crawl into bed and within minutes both are sound asleep. John on his back and Linda on her side with one arm draped over her lover, her husband.

Yes yesterday had been a good start to his week off John thought to himself again as he continued to gently stroke Linda's head fur as she lay next to him, arm still draped lazily over him. It was around about nine o'clock when Linda finally stirred and her green eyes fluttered open. She yawned and looked up into John's face with a warm smile. "Good morning my pretty tiger." John said softly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Umm," Linda moaned, "Yeah pretty well."

"That's good to hear." John said, squeezing her shoulder in a half hug. "You know I was thinking. I've got a really good vacation planned for us this year. A trip to the States, we can get together with our friends over there. I know I haven't been able to see my old friend Travis for a long time. It seems that every time I get into San Francisco he's off doing some photo shoot somewhere. So with two months off I hope we can get together."

"He's that Coyolf that you're always talking about isn't he." Linda asked. "Oh and how come you say that you have two months off this year? Isn't it normally only five weeks?" She added with a puzzled look.

"Well it's really very simple," he started, rubbing her ears as he did, "With me having this week off with you, and with your method of getting the stress out, I won't be needing my normal stress leave so they can just add those three weeks onto our vacation time."

Linda giggled and smiled up at him. She rubs her head against his chest, purring loudly. She reaches over and tickles him lightly under his arm. Making John squirm in a vain effort to make her stop, he finally relents and starts to giggle under his breath, which only serves to encourage her even more.

After not very long Linda has him rolling around on the bed laughing so hard that he starts to pant. She in the mean time decides to give him a break for a second. And in that brief respite, John seized his chance and pounced back atop his wife, causing her to shriek in surprise. He looks down into her eyes and a big, rather mischievous grin creeps across his muzzle. "I'm going to get you for that, you know." He says quietly.

Linda's face takes on a slightly worried expression as she wonders what exactly he has in store for her. She tries to struggle and get him off of her, but he has her pinned neatly to the bed by her arms and the fact that he's straddling her hips. Linda looks down to see that John's gotten quite hard over their little play session and all sorts of nice thoughts begin to fill her mind. A cold rasping of her left nipple brings her sharply back to the moment with a loud gasp. John continues to lick and suck and nibble at the nipple until it's rock hard. But he also makes sure that Linda can't move in order to get more out of the experience. After finishing with the left he traces his tongue along her chest to the right one and begins to do the same to it. He can feel Linda trying to squirm under him and her breathing becomes ragged and gasping. But still he continues in a nice slow pace. He can smell her getting hotter and hotter, her juices beginning to flow and stain the sheets, but they can be tended to later. With his mission completed and both nipples sticking out like mountain tops, pushed above the clouds. He trails his tongue downwards, toward her glistening sex. He slowly begins to lick his way around her wet pussy, being careful not to lick it directly. Linda's pleasure builds until she's almost upon the edge. Her muscles tense slightly, just the signal he was looking for. John stops his ministrations, letting her slide back down away from orgasm. Linda whimpers softly as she's denied release. As her body relaxes John starts up again, quickly bringing her back to the edge, only to have him stop once more. Linda again whimpers, almost on the verge of tears at the torture her husband is putting her through. John starts up one last time only this time as Linda nears the edge and her muscles tense, he curls his tongue and sticks it as far as he can into her hot, wet sex. That does it for Linda and she lunges off the edge into orgasm. John hungrily laps up the juices that flow freely from his love. After a few moments Linda settles to the bed, her breathing still shallow and coming in gasps. "I...can't...believe...that...you...could...be...that...mean..." she manages to say between gasps.

"Well that's what you get for tickling me and getting me all hard in the morning." John replies, rubbing between her ears.

"I think we need a shower." Linda said lifting her head slightly.

John looked at her fur then his. Both were matted from their recent activity. "You know I think you're quite right my dear." He said rolling from the bed and extending a paw to help his wife up. The two of them made their way to the bathroom paw in paw, and soon the bathroom was filled with steam from the hot shower. John and Linda took great care in washing each others fur, making sure to get every nook and cranny. It may have been a very long process, but they both enjoyed it immensely. John was brushing the fur on Linda's back after getting out of the shower and after she'd done his fur for him. "So what do you want to do today sweetheart." He asked idly between brush strokes. Linda thought for a moment before looking at John's reflection in the mirror. "Well hun, you haven't had a chance to get out and try that new set of Callaway's that you picked up last month on that overnight in LA. So why don't you see if you can get on this afternoon for a round."

"Sounds good to me," John said, but then added, "on one condition. You come out and play too. It's been far too long since the both of us got to have a game together."

"But I figured that after shopping yesterday, you'd want some time alone." Linda queried.

"I spend enough time on my own away from you at work. This week is a week for us to be together and love each other the way used to." John said, putting the brush down on the bench.

Linda spun around on the stool that she sat on and threw her arms around her husband. She hadn't thought that he'd want to spend all his time off this week with her. And she was determined to show how much it meant to her.

Linda padded around the kitchen in her robe as she made breakfast for John and herself. John as usual was making the coffee and setting the table for her. John had on just a pair of boxers and a tank-top. While Linda put the finishing touches on the meal, he lifted the handset of the phone and dialed the number for their favorite course, which happened to be a course that World Regional sponsored. John told the man at the pro shop who he was and that he and his wife wanted a tee time for around midday. The voice on the other end of the phone told him that it wouldn't be a problem and that they would have a cart waiting for them, and some balls put aside on the practice range for a bit of a warm up. John hung up he phone with a satisfied smile and hugged his love as she walked by, carrying a bowl of fruit. "It's all set. We are of at 12:30, so if we get there about 12 we can have a bit of a warm-up before we hit off."

"That sounds great hun, now come and sit down. Breakfast is ready."

John squeezed her one more time before turning to grab the coffee plunger from the counter and pouring her cup then his. He set the plunger on the table and sank into his chair opposite his wife.

After they had finished breakfast John and Linda got dressed. John in a pair of dark blue slacks and a navy striped silk shirt. He wore a Callaway hat and had a pair of Ray Ban polarized classes resting on the brim. He was almost finished loading the golf gear into the car when Linda sauntered through the door into the garage. She wore a pair of tan pants and a nicely fitted light pink blouse. Her head fur was pulled back and held in a loose ponytail. John very nearly dropped the box of golf balls that he had in his paws at the sight of her. And if he hadn't been already married to her, he would have been on a mission to get her number. Linda giggled as John stood there, box in paw, staring wide eyed at her. It was only the sound of her laugh that brought him back to his senses and he realized how silly he must look. He closed his mouth and placed the golf balls in the back of the Jeep. If it hadn't been for his smoke colored fur, his face would have looked like a boiled lobster, he was blushing so hard. Linda decided to leave well enough alone and just go into the passenger seat. It was only a short drive to the golf course, but John's hand never left Linda's leg the entire trip. He was always enchanted by her, but even more so when she was dressed well, which happened to be most of the time. After they pulled up in front of the clubhouse, John unloaded the gear as Linda went to the pro-shop to check in and get their buggy. By the time she pulled up next to John in the parking lot, he was just tying his spikes. Linda slid out from behind the wheel of the golf cart and John handed her, her shoes. She worked on getting them on and lacing them up nice and tight, while John strapped the clubs to the rack on the back of the cart. By the time he had slipped behind the wheel, Linda was just closing and locking the back of the Jeep. She slipped gracefully into the passenger side of the cart and they took off down the lot toward the practice range.

John and Linda had been on the practice tees for about ten minutes when they starter called their names over the PA. So they hoped back into the cart and speed off toward the first tee. John was first to hit off, and he had just placed his ball on the tee when Linda piped up, "Hun, how about this. The looser has to give the winner the first massage when we get home." She said with a big grin.

John thought about it for a moment, he and Linda were every evenly matched, and though he wouldn't mind giving her the first massage tonight, he didn't want to loose either. "Ok, sounds like a plan to me." He said finally. He stepped back and addressed the ball before taking a big swing and sending the ball rocketing through the air with a cracking "ping" sound that's so characteristic of the E.R.C. driver. The ball finally landed about 275 yds. from the tee in the middle of the fairway. He smiled, pleased with the result. Linda placed her ball on the tee as John retrieved his tee from behind him. Linda, being a well built tigress, always played from the men's tees. She took her time setting up before she too launched the ball into flight, landing it just a few yards short and a bit further left of John's. "Good drive sweetheart." John said as they got into the buggy and drove away from the tee. John played his heart out during the round, but despite playing very good golf only managed to best his lovely partner by two strokes after 18 holes. Linda had missed a couple of critical short putts that gave John the break he needed to claim victory. Linda almost never missed putts like that, and so he had a sneaking suspicion that she'd let him have them. But since he was to get the first massage this evening he didn't argue the point.

John and Linda stayed at the golf club after their game for a nice romantic dinner in the club's restaurant. And so it was well and truly dark by the time that they got back home. After closing the garage door behind them, they got out and walked in through the laundry room. John paused in the laundry to remove his pants, which had picked up a bit of mud spatter from some parts of the course that were still wet from the recent rains. John walked into the kitchen and flipped on the kettle to boil some water for tea as he unbuttoned his shirt. He made it to the bottom of the stairs just in time to met Linda as she came down them, clad in a black lacy g-string and her robe but nothing else. John's heart skipped a few beats and his sheath began to fill out at the sight of her. Her snow white fur showed through the lace of the g-string giving it a mottled look. Linda glanced back over her shoulder at her staring husband, his boxers tenting noticeably. "Perfect" she thought to herself. That was just the effect she was hoping for.

John quickly dashed up the stairs and hung his shirt back in the closet and dawned his robe as well. By the time that he made it back down stairs the tea was brewing and Linda had the cups out and ready to go. John could hear the tv going in the lounge room and so he went to see what his wife was watching. He walked up behind the couch and wrapped his arms around her, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek from behind. "Where would you like to have your tea?" he whispered in her ear.

"Umm, just here is fine. That why we have the couch to snuggle on and I've got the nice soft carpet to give you that massage."

"Humm." John grinned as he rubbed her shoulders before stalking off to pour the tea. He returned shortly thereafter with one steaming cup in each hand. This time he walked around the couch and handed one cup to his love before sinking into the cushions himself.

So the two of them sat and sipped their tea, while they cuddled on the couch. Neither of them was really watching what was on the tv. Both were more concerned about just being with each other. After a while both had finished their tea and Linda started to massage John's calves and thighs as he sat on the couch. John murred and shifted as her skilled hands worked the knots that had formed after their golf game. "Lay down on the floor." Linda said softly. John flipped off the tv with the remote before he slid off the couch onto the soft carpet of the floor. Linda followed closely behind him. John lay on his stomach as Linda moved his robe up around his tail exposing his legs. Slowly she began to work deep into the muscles of his calves and thighs, every now and then she'd hit a large knot deep in the tissue and John would tense up and she'd stop her progress and work that spot until the muscle relaxed and the knot unwound. Linda worked up and down his upper legs, causing his tail to flip from side to side. Linda didn't know it but her massage was has having a stimulating effect on John's wolfhood. Her movements rocked him back and forth slightly on the carpet and soon his maleness was getting uncomfortably hard, even inside the relatively loose confines of his boxers. John let out a soft moan, both from the pleasure of the massage that he was getting from his wife, but also from the pleasurable side effect that it caused. "Roll over." Linda whispered in his ear.

John almost didn't want to at first, but he knew that she had good things in store for him. Slowly he rolled over and the pressure on his wolfhood was suddenly released. Freed from the presence of the floor with maleness sprang up and tented his boxers, so much so that the normally loose material was taught. Linda smiled at the sight. "Well I can see that I have something else to massage this evening." She said as she began working his inner thighs right up to his crotch. Linda kept at her massage of her loves legs and ignored, with some difficulty, his pulsing wolfhood. After nearly an hour and a half of Linda's skilled hands roaming over his legs, John was sure that if he had tried to stand up, his legs would be too relaxed to support him. So he just lay there on the soft carpet murring contentedly. John only noticed that Linda had stopped working on his legs when he felt a rush of cool air over his erect maleness. He gasped in surprise and gasped again as the cool air was replaced with the warmth of Linda's breath.

Slowly Linda traced the tip of his prick with her tongue, pre starting to dribble from the slit. John moaned softly and his paws clutched at the carpet beside him. Linda lapped the oozing pre up hungrily. Then, being careful to shield her sharp teeth she descended onto his shaft. Inch by inch she took him into her warm moist muzzle, she purred deeply, rumbling through her chest and throat. The vibrations felt heavenly to John as he lay there. His tail flipped back and forth madly beside him. Finally Linda reached the bottom of his shaft and started the journey back up, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. Pre was flowing freely as a river from his tip and Linda gulped it all down as fast is it could come. John breathing grew shallow and gasping, his muscles tensed, and Linda could tell that he was close to release. Her own sex was wet with her juices, stimulated by the movements of he lover beneath her. She let the tip of his wolfhood slip from her muzzle and slowly slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down round her knees as she shifted her position and removed them completely. John had begun to whimper in protest at the denial of his pent up release. Linda moved forward again, leaning down had locking muzzles with her loving husband as she smoothly positioned her pussy above the tip of his shaft. Slowly she eased herself down onto him, groaning into his muzzle, making him harder than before. She sank down until she hilted his shaft inside herself. Linda broke the kiss and took a deep gasping breath. Her eyes closed, she began to slowly move back up his length. John gasped as her inner walls massaged and milked his cock. Linda picked up a steady but slow rhythm, determined to make this last as long as she could. Tonight, unlike the morning, was all about passion and being lovers to each other. John had just enough free movement to rock his hips up to meet Linda as she sank down, each contact issuing a damp slapping sound. Linda rode him for what seemed like an eternity, bringing him right to the edge then slowing down to make the moment last longer yet. Finally both their muscles began to burn from the long drawn out fucking. Linda could tell that John was ready again and so she sank down faster this time, landing in his lap with just enough force to push his very swollen knot through into her and lock them together. The tight squeeze on John's sensitive knot as Linda tied them together was all it took to push him over the edge. His paws griped the carpet and his back arched from the floor, taking Linda with it. Jet after jet of hot wolf seed issued forth into her sex, filling her so much that some began to leak from around the base of John's cock. His energy all but spent, John slumped back to being flat on the floor. Linda, panting and purring from the full feeling of her love's prick buried deep within her, lay atop him still tied to him. She kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered "I love you." softly in his ear before drifting happily to sleep in the afterglow. John could only give a slight moan in response, but he knew that she'd have understood. He followed her into sleep shortly after.

The next morning dawned to very grey overcast skies and a strong southerly wind that signaled a major rainstorm would soon unleash itself. The sheets of rain driving against the large window of the lounge room stirred John from his blissful slumber. He raised his head slightly. Just enough so that he could look and see his love's head resting on his chest as she slept. Her upper body raised and lowered with each slow breath he took. He could feel her purring softly in her sleep. His knot had deflated during the night, but he had remained hard enough to stay inside her. With the subsiding of his knot however all the cum from the night's activity had oozed its way into both of their fur, making it a matted, crusty, slightly sticky mess. "We are in desperate need of a long hot shower." He thought to himself as he lay his head back down. He craned his neck backwards to look at the closed heavy curtain that covered the large window. There was enough light filtering through to cast the shadow of the rain water as it sheeted down the glass. He could hear the dull howling of the wind through the trees out by the street. It reminded him of the howling coyotes that he used to hear at night growing up in the hills of California. He smiled to himself, with weather like this it was a day just to stay indoors and cuddle with his tigress. He'd let her sleep. He lay quietly on the floor, warmly sandwiched between the thick carpet and the soft white and black striped fur of his wife.

More then an hour had passed and the time was nearing eight by the time that Linda stirred atop her husband. Her purring rose in volume as her paws clenched and release the fur on his chest. His long, soft fur felt like a warm blanket to her, even if she was sleeping on top of it. Her eyes fluttered open and she rolled her head so that her chin was resting squarely on John's chest. John raised his head from the floor and smiled as he drank in her green eyes. "Good morning my dear." He said softly.

Linda stretched her neck forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Morning hun." She whispered sleepily into his ear.

John wrapped his arms around her and began to rub the small of her back softly, again causing the purr that emanated from her chest to increase. "I think we need a shower." He said quietly.

Linda just, ummed in reply, but she knew he was right. She could feel quite plainly the mess in her fur. She placed her paws on either side of him and pushed herself up, stretching her arms wide and yawning as she did. She gave a soft moan as she slid off his shaft and rolled from overtop of him.

John groaned from his stiff muscles, caused be sleeping on the floor and by the previous nights yiffing. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked at his wife as she lay on her back for a minute. Then he rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his knees before getting, a bit shakily, to his feet. He reached down and gave Linda a paw up and pulled her close into a loving embrace. They stayed there for a while, swaying slightly as if there were a breeze blowing through the house. "Come on." John said, "We'll have a nice long, hot shower and then I'll make breakfast."

Linda laid her head on his shoulder as they walked to the bathroom, "You're so sweet," she murmured, "How did I ever get so lucky as to have you?" She added, still with a trace of sleep in her voice.

John smiled, how many times in the years that they had been married had he thought that very same thought.

As the shower slowly came up to temperature and the first hints of steam rolled over the top of the door, John and Linda stood brushing their teeth side by side. John finished first and lifted a small glass from beside the sink and rinsed the last of the foam from his mouth. Linda wasn't too far behind in brushing her teeth, but she was the first one into the shower. John grinned and stepped into the shower behind her. The air was warm and heavy with water, being warmed by the spray from the shower head and the tile which surrounded them on three sides. Both of them just stood there, close to each other letting the warm water soak their fur and the pressure of the spray melt the tension from their muscles. John wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and pulled her close to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. His sheath swelled as it was pressed against her inner thigh, but he took no notice of it as there would be time for that later. For now he just let his hands roam over the fur on her tummy and chest, working his way up and down her front, pausing for a moment to fondle and rub her ample breasts. Linda gasped as he gently squeezed both of them at the same time. Slowly she turned to face him, exposing her back the warm spray of the shower head. She put her arms around his waist and their eyes met and locked. John could see his reflection in those deep emerald eyes, and as he looked past that he saw nothing but her undying love for him. Linda could also see herself in his dark brown eyes, and when he looked at her the way he was now she knew that there could be no one else in his heart. They locked muzzles in a tight passionate kiss, as they slowly turned round each other in the warmth of the shower, almost as if they were dancing a slow waltz. After a few long minutes both parted from the kiss to get some new air. And they decided that it was high time to get on with the business of getting clean. John pulled the soap from the shelf behind his wife and started working it into the fur on her back. She purred as his paws worked up a rich lather. They turned so that her back was again to the water and the warm spay flooded down her back, rinsing the soap from her fur, leaving it with a glossy sheen. John took a step back and started working over her shoulders and neck, working his way down her body with the care and tenderness that it takes to hold a butterfly in one's hand. He worked until the last traces of his seed had been removed from her soft fur. Now he turned her around, hands on her hips, swaying her back and forth gently under the warm water. When there were no more traces of soap remaining Linda turned around, taking the soap from John's hand as she did. Now it was her turn. Linda began to work over his back, rubbing the soap deep into his fur, getting into ever little crevasse John found it hard to keep still under her touch, but he managed. And as he had done with her she turned him around to rinse off his back, before setting to work on his front. Slowly she worked from his shoulders and neck downward, toward his wolfhood which was hard, but still hidden by his sheath. She worked at the fur around his crotch, slowly removing the last of the combination of his and her juices. As she grew nearer to being finished John sighed, it was times like this that he was glad he'd had that constant hot water system installed after they moved in. Linda rinsed the front of her love off and shut off the tap on the wall. The spray from the showerhead ceased, but the warmth in the air lingered on. John slid the door open and pulled two towels in from the rack, handing one to his love before starting to dry himself with the other. After they got out of the shower, Linda made quick work of brushing his fur to remove the last vestiges of a few tangles. John worked hers over as well, and before long it had a fine sheen to it.

John dawned his robe and headed for the kitchen to get started with breakfast. Linda wandered into the bedroom to get her robe and her slippers. When she finally made it to the kitchen John had the coffee ready and a steaming mug waited for her on the end of the counter. This time John was making his wife's favorite breakfast, blueberry pancakes, he had the ingredients out on the counter and the skillet heating on the stove. Carefully he folded the blueberries into the batter so as not to crush them. He let the batter rest of a minute while he set the table and kissed Linda on the cheek. Then he carefully scooped the mix into the pan. A pleasant smell drifted through the house as the pancakes cooked. John carefully turned each one and slid them onto a warmed plate when they were finished. He did another set before taking the plate in to the table and setting it down at its center. "Umm, blueberry pancakes!" Linda exclaimed as she hastily speared three with her fork and transferred them to her plate. "I didn't know they had blueberries this time of year?' she said as she poured syrup over the stack on her plate. "Well I found them in one of the stores when we went shopping and picked them up. They are out of season over here, but they looked good anyway." John answered as he placed three onto his plate as well. Linda purred contentedly as she ate her food. John couldn't wipe the smile from his face during the meal, and after both of them had consumed five pancakes each John rose from the table, feeling very full, and started to clear up. Linda offered to help, but he just insisted that he could handle it and that she should just go lay on the couch and pick out a movie to watch since the heavy rain outside showed no sign of letting up. It only took John about fifteen minutes to get everything put either away or in the dishwasher. And soon he was flopping down beside his love to watch the movie she'd picked.

During the movie Linda laid her head on John's shoulder and ran her fingers through the fur on his chest. The movie turned out to be quite a long one and about a half hour before the end Linda was sound asleep on John's shoulder. By the time the movie finished his arm had gone to sleep on him and he wanted so badly to move it, because it was tingling and numb, but Linda looked so much like an angel that he couldn't bare to wake her up. So there they sat her asleep and him listening to the falling rain as it beat against the window. It was approaching two in the afternoon when Linda finally woke from her nap. Of course after the breakfast that she'd eaten it wasn't surprising that she needed a sleep. John had been lost in his own little world as he listened to the beating rain and felt the purr of his loving wife against his side. Linda's flexing of her fingers as she awoke served to bring him back to reality. "Umm, what time is it?" Linda asked softly as her eyes opened and she shifted her head against John's shoulder.

John looked at the VCR in the TV cabinet. "It's just after two o'clock hun."

"Well," Linda said pushing herself upright, "I guess it's time for lunch then. What do you want hun?"

"Oh, just a sandwich will be fine." John said. Now that he could move his arm again he stretched it out to get the blood flowing into it again. Linda stood up and headed back towards the kitchen and John headed to the front door. He pulled an umbrella from that stand beside the door and turned to face towards the kitchen. "I'm just going to duck out and get the mail." He said to the empty space that occupied the distance between the door and the kitchen, but he knew that Linda would hear him. He opened the door and stepped out into the fowl weather. Fortunately the walkway to the front door was covered for the first few feet and with the wind the way it was he could stand next to the door and put the umbrella up without the risk of getting soaked. So with his umbrella opened and angled into the wind John rushed out to the mailbox to get the day's letters. He spared a thought for the poor fellows that had to deliver the mail in this horrid weather, but he was just as happy that they did. Tucking the mail close in to him he adjusted the umbrella and headed quickly back to the house and it's warm, dry interior.

John opened the door and stood in the doorway as he shook off most of the excess water from the umbrella, before closing the door and returning it to its stand. He thumbed through the various pieces of mail as he walked towards the kitchen table. He rounded the last corner just as he found a letter from the office. He placed the mail on the counter, save for the one from WRX. He pulled a knife from the magnetic rack and with a quick flip of his wrist opened the envelope. He placed the knife back into its place on the magnetic strips. He pulled out the contents and headed for the table as he unfolded it. Linda walked in from the lounge room and placed a plate with a large sandwich on it in front of him a he sat down. He looked up from the letter to thank her for lunch and then returned to reading the information. It was his duty assignments for the next two weeks. On his first day back he had a seven sector run with Neil Camden, the rabbit who he'd been paired with on his lat flight. After that it was fairly straight forward. John placed the letter on the table and began to eat his lunch. He wouldn't have to give the next week much thought for another few days. After he finished eating he placed the plate in the dishwasher and set it to run, before placing the letter on his desk in the study. Since he was here he decided to check his email and do a few things before going to see what Linda was up to.

He was just logging off when a pair of white paws appeared and began to tickle him while he was defenseless in his chair. He burst out laughing, his arms and legs flailing about for a moment until he could get his bearings. He could hear giggling coming from behind him and so he tried to grab the offending paws and get to his feet. This proved to be a real challenge and he managed to get to his feet while still being assaulted from behind. He spun around, still laughing hard and looked into the bright eyes of his wife. "Oh you're in for it now girl." He said before lunging for her.

Unfortunately for him that's exactly what she'd been expecting and Linda simply sidestepped him and he fell flat on the carpeted floor with a dull thud. He was quickly followed be her however as she pounced on his prone form, pinning him to the floor. He tried his best to get her off of him, but she had him held down quite nicely and he was going nowhere in a hurry. With all the rolling around in nothing but his boxers and robe and coupled with his near naked wife laying on top him John was getting very hard, very fast. Linda could feel his rapidly swelling member on her inner thigh. "Well looks like my wolf want to play a different game." She commented as she continued torturing John by tickling his ribs. She shifted her position slightly and used her upper body to hold John down, while she took a free paw and slid off her panties, tossing them aside before returning to her tickling. She shifted again slightly and used her other paw now to undo the buttons on John's boxers, releasing his erect cock from its prison. She continually kept at tickling her husband, who by this point was laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes.

Linda moved herself overtop of him fully, and positioned her moist sex at the tip of his glistening head. She gave him just enough movement to thrust himself inside before she pinned him again. Only now that he had a bit more leverage John was able to roll the pair of them over and give a good hard thrust into his love. Linda gasped, not only at the pleasure of having his large wolfhood deep inside her but at the fact that now he was on top. The two of them rolled around on the soft carpeted floor of the study, knocking over the chairs and bumping more then once up against the desk. Both of them laughing and gasping for breath. When John was on top he would thrust for all he was worth then Linda would get him off balance and flip him over and ride him while still tickling him under his arms. He'd grab her paws in self defense and then try to return the tickling whilst attempting to roll her over onto her back. For hours they carried on each bringing the other close to release only to have he odds change again and be pulled back from the edge. Finally their pace began to slow as the exertion of so much play and driving began to take its toll on the two. John finally had his lovely wife pinned to the carpet, both of them panting heavily, and her purring like mad. By this time Linda was too tired to try and upset the balance again, even if she'd actually wanted to, and John could just manage to keep up a slow but steady rhythm. If he tried to thrust any harder he was sure that we would pass out from the effort. For about the fourth time since they had started this session of wild lovemaking both of them were climbing steadily towards a climax. Linda was the first to reach to reach the edge, needing just a little something extra to push her over. She got her something when John summoned his last reserves and gave a quick, hard thrust, forcing his knot into her tight cunt. Linda's hips bucked towards the ceiling and every muscle in her spasmed and she clamped down around John's member. That in turn was all it took for him as his balls tensed and his shaft jerked, shooting streams of wolf cum into her waiting sex. The walls of Linda's passage milked his cock for all it was worth, ensuring that nothing was wasted. John's arms couldn't support his weight any longer and he collapsed on top of his love. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She drew her muzzle to his and they locked. Tongues toying with each other exploring the inside of the others maw, it was all they had the energy for as they lay, still locked together, on the carpeted floor.

John's knot finally deflated enough for him to slip out of his loving wife, and he did so with a wet slurping sound. "Come my dear," He whispered into her ear as she lay with her eyes half lidded, "let's have a nice shower and get cleaned up before dinner."

Linda nodded and groaned as she tried to lift herself from the floor on still tired arms. On the first attempt she got no more then a few inches off the floor before her arms gave out and sent her back to the carpet with a soft thud. John, who had used the desk to help pull himself up, reached down and hooked his paws under Linda's arms and lifted her to her feet. She stood shakily for a few seconds, lean into him for support, but she soon found her own footing. The two of them held each other closely as they walked upstairs and into the bathroom. Once there John turned on the water, while Linda stretched and yawned, tired from all the exertion, as the water began to come up in temperature John took off his robe and hung it from one of the hooks on the back of the door. He then stepped out of his boxers, laying them on the end of the counter. Linda wasn't all that far behind him, hanging her robe from the other hook. She had left her panties down in the study and made a mental note to retrieve them later. John stuck a paw into the stream of water to check that it was at the right temperature before he hopped in. Linda stepped in behind him and placed her arms around his waist, leaning against his back and rubbing her head on the backs of his shoulders. His fur felt so soft and warm to her, partly because of the warm water that was cascading onto it , but also because she'd always felt warm and safe when she was close to him like this. John put his paws over hers and just let the water run over and around him. It was one of those little romantic moments that stick in one's mind and keep you warm on cold nights when you're parted. John took great loving care when he worked the soap and shampoo through his love's fur. It was a tenderness that one wouldn't have expected the big paws to be capable of, but then again no one ever saw the love that he held for his wife in quite this way. After a fairly long time spent under the warmth of the shower spray, both of them were back to being there clean and reasonably alert selves. Linda flipped off the water from the shower and opened the door. She stepped out onto the shower mat and pulled a pair of towels from the shelf. She handed one to John as he stepped from the shower. Both of them toweled themselves off until they were both pretty well dry. After John had brushed Linda's fur and she'd done his, John pulled both robes down from their hooks, handing his wife hers before putting on his. He hoisted his boxers from the counter and slipped them back on, they'd do for the rest of what remained of today. Linda brushed past him into the bedroom and opened one of the drawers of her chest, pulling out a new pair of panties and slipping them on.

John stood in the doorway to the bathroom, watching as she pulled on her new undergarments. He grinned as he stared at her shapely form. He never could seem to get enough of looking at her beautiful stripes and shining fur. "After this afternoon I don't think that either of us is up to cooking dinner." John said, still leaning on the doorframe. "Well what did you have in mind then, go out for dinner?" Linda asked, tying the front of her robe as she spoke.

"Actually I was sort of thinking along the lines of pizza." John replied, bouncing himself off the doorframe and walking over to her.

"Umm. Good idea hun." Linda said giving him a quick squeeze.

"Ok then, what would you like?"

"Meat lovers of course, we've been married how many years and you still ask me that same question."

"I know hun, but the one time I don't ask it, it will be the time that you'd want something else. So I'll just keep on doing it."

"You silly wolf. Well hurry up and order, I'm hungry already."

"Yes ma'am." John said taking a step back before Linda could swipe a paw at him. He turned and bounded off down the stairs to order the pizza. The fox on the other end of the phone said that with the weather the way it is the pizza would take about 45 minutes instead of the normal 30. John said that would be fine and hung up the phone, looking at his watch so that he could tell Linda about when dinner would be arriving.

Linda came down the stairs, her robe tied at the front, but still hinting at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra at all underneath. John had settled into the couch in the lounge room when she walked in and flopped down beside him. "So," she said as she picked up the remote from the cushion beside her, "when is the pizza getting here?"

John looked at his watch before telling her about what time it was expected to arrive, which wasn't for another half hour. The rain still fell rather hard outside as they watched a bit of tv together. The show that they were watching was just ending when the doorbell chimed. John got up and walked to the entry, retrieving the money that he'd put aside earlier from the sideboard. He opened the door to find a young vixen, her raincoat dripping copious amounts of water from its edges. Water too dripped constantly from the brim of her hat. He could tell that even under that protective gear her rusty red fur was soaked to the bone. Despite the cold that she must have been feeling from her wet fur, she smiled politely from under that dripping hat. "Sorry about the extra time, sir." She said sweetly, "But with the rain traffic is a bear tonight. Anyway I have your order, two large meat lovers with extra topping." She said opening the double flap on the hot bag. She reached in and produced two steaming boxes, which she held out to John. John took the pizza and set it on the sideboard just inside the door before turning back to the vixen who stood patiently in the entryway.

"That comes to twenty-five dollars altogether, sir." She said still with a polite voice, but John could pick up the faintest shiver from under the heavy coat. He handed the young fox thirty dollars and smiled to her, "You just drive carefully tonight young lady."

The young vixen smiled back and turned to walk back to her car which waited in the driveway. John watched her walk away for a moment before closing the door. Her white tail tip twitched back and forth happily, just under the edge of her raincoat. John closed the door and relocked it before turning to the sideboard. He was about to pick up the two boxes when he noticed that they weren't there any more. He took a few paces down the short hall and peaked around the corner into the kitchen, where the two boxes sat on the table. "God that woman is a sneaky tiger." He thought to himself as he stepped out around the wall and made his way to the table.

John and Linda both made rather short work of the two large pizzas that they had ordered and before to long John was sweeping the few crumbs that had fallen onto the table into one of the boxes and carrying both of them out to the trash in the garage. By the time he got back Linda was again sitting on the couch, waiting for him. As he walked around the couch she stood up and met him in the middle of the floor, pulling him into a tight embrace and locking her muzzle to his. It caught John a bit off guard, but he quickly recovered and put his arms around her and returned the loving kiss. John finally pulled away from her muzzle, "What was all that about?" he asked.

"Oh nothing really, just showing you how much I love you." She said giving him one last extra tight squeeze. "Now then lay on your stomach on the couch."

John looked at her for a moment with a puzzled expression on his muzzle. Linda took the opportunity to explain further. Last night I did your legs and tonight I'm going to massage your back so get on the couch buster." She added with a giggle.

John smiled and untied the front of his robe, letting it slide from his shoulders and onto the floor.

John slowly lay face down on the couch, pulling one of the throw cushions under his head to use as a pillow. He folded his arms across in front of him and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His tail flopped from side to side idly as he lay there. He felt the balance of the couch cushions shift as Linda knelt on the couch, straddling John's rear. She looked down at his soft fur. As his tail flicked from side to side it would afford her a glimpse of his tail hole, "Umm so many wonderful possibilities." She thought to herself. Linda adjusted her robe so that it fell evenly across both sides of her love and flexed her fingers a few times. That out of the way she leant forward and started to work her fingers through the soft fur on his back. Gently at first she started up near his shoulders, out at the point where his arms left his torso. From there she worked in towards his spine and then following that down to the base of his tail. She worked softly, feeling out where all the knots in the muscles lay. John cooed and moaned softly at the lavish attention. Linda started to purr quietly at the same time. Having mapped out all of the troubled spots in her husbands back she now set to work properly upon them, digging in her fingers and using a knuckle when it was needed to break up a tough area. John's moaned changed slightly from those of pure pleasure to that of a mixture of pleasure and pain. His paws would clench the corners of the throw pillow under his head each time that Linda hit a rather sensitive spot. He was never much of one for handling a great deal of hurt, but he knew that it would be worth it when she was finished. Linda worked hard on the tight muscle groups of John's back. After a while she began to pant slightly, it was hard work getting all these little knots and kinks out. After the better part of an hour she had managed to work all of the knots from his back and with one final trip up and down his spine she gave a quick press and twist as she moved along it, just making sure that his back was in about the right alignment. Linda finally moved to get off from over top of her husband, but after having been kneeling for so long her legs had gone to sleep on her and she barely managed to keep from toppling over onto the floor. John groaned and rolled onto his side to face her. "That was wonderful honey, thank you so much." He said.

Linda giggled and blushed slightly under her white and black striped fur, "You're welcome sweetheart." Linda yawned and stretched her arms wide. Neither of them had taken notice of the time for a while and when they both glanced at a clock, they couldn't believe their eyes. It was nearly eleven at night. "No wonder she's tired." John thought to himself, yawning as he did so. "I think it's time for bed." He said sleepily, getting slowly to his feet, and stretching his arms wide to get the blood flowing back through them. John pulled Linda close and gave her a tight squeeze before wrapping one arm around her shoulder and walking with her to the bedroom.

Once they were in the bedroom John turned and pulled Linda into a tight embrace. He kissed her cheek softly and ran his paws over her shoulders, under her robe. Slowly, lovingly he turned her around, pivoting his paws on her shoulders as he did so. Gently he lifted the robe from her shoulders and slid it down her arms and off her entirely, leaving her standing there in her fur and the black lace g-string that she wore under her robe. Her soft fur shone in the light. John hung the robe back in the closet before taking her into his arms again. This time the softness and warmth of her fur on his was clearly felt by them both. And had it not been for the lateness of the hour and the fact that they were both very tired, John would have carried her to the bed and removed her panties before making love to her one more time before the day was out. As is he lifted her from the floor, cradling her in his arms. Gently he laid her on the bed, his arousal evident from the tenting of his boxers. Linda pulled the covers from below her and snuggled down into them. She watched John walk back around the bed, once on the other side of the bed he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down, sliding them from his hips before letting gravity do the rest of the work for him. When his boxers hit the floor he took one foot out of them, and with a quick flick of his other foot paw, he lifted them from the floor snatching them from the air and tossing them into the hamper in the closet. His eyes never left Linda's as he pulled back the covers and slid into bed next to her. Tonight there would be no yiffing, but they were just happy to be together and so it would be no great loss. Once John was settled under the covers Linda put her arm across his chest and lay her head on his shoulder. She could both see and feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, under her paw. And he could feel her purring through her chest as it pressed warmly against his side. Together they fell asleep his arm wrapped around her shoulder and hers draped across his chest.

When the new day broke outside, it did so to a cloudless blue sky, the storms and rain from the previous day having moved on. This time John remembered to shut off his alarm clock and he'd drawn the curtains to keep out the dawn light. This morning it was Linda who awoke first. She lay exactly as she had when she fell asleep. Her arm had shifted slightly because of John's movements, but other then that nothing had changed. She looked at his sleeping form. A smile split his muzzle and she wondered what dreams were playing in his mind. Slowly she ran her paw down his chest and to his furry sheath. He stirred at the sensation, but did not wake. He was still slightly hard from last night. Slowly, gently so as not tot wake him she started to caress his sheath. Again he stirred, thinking that it was all a part of his dream and not wanting to spoil it he stayed asleep. His sheath swelled under her loving touch, and soon the pink head of his wolfhood was peaking out from its hiding place. Softly she worked him for a while, pre beginning to ooze from his tip. Linda stopped just before his knot started to swell and pulled her paw out from under the sheets, regarding it as it glistened in the soft light, her fur matted with pre. Quietly she licked the salty liquid from her paw before quietly sliding from the bed. It was still rather early as she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. She neglected her robe back in the bedroom, and just pottered around downstairs in only her fur. She set about making the first pot of coffee for her and John, when he finally woke up. She put the kettle on to boil and set out the mugs and other necessities.

Up in the bedroom John stirred and awoke to notice that Linda no longer lay next to him, and that he was very hard. He tossed the covers back off of himself and just lay there looking up at the ceiling for a few moments. It didn't take long for the smell of freshly brewing coffee to drift up the stairs and urge him out of bed. When he went over to the dresser to grab a new pair of boxers he noticed that Linda's robe still hung from the back of the door. So he simply closed the drawer and made his way down stairs in just his fur. His erection had begun to soften a bit, but the tip of his member still peaked from its home. This however changed markedly when he silently rounded the corner into the kitchen. He leant on the wall for a moment to regard what his eyes saw. His lovely wife was standing at the counter, back to him, in only her fur. Her Black striped tail twitching back and forth as she poured the steaming coffee into the mugs on the counter. Every time her tail twitched he could see the soft pink star of her tail hole. Quietly he slipped up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled himself close to her, his quickly stiffening shaft pressing against her inner thigh. He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. He gently began to lick and nibble at the fur on her neck and shoulder. Linda placed her paws on the counter and let her head hang to one side, a low moan of pleasure escaping her muzzle. John slowly traced one paw down her front, hugging the curve of her tummy before sliding between her legs and gently massaging her sex. Linda began to pant slightly and a deep purr rumbled from her. She pushed herself back onto John's hand as he worked her clit. His other paw busily roaming her frame, rubbing her breast, massaging her stomach, holding her close to him. Her panting increased and her breathing became shallower as her juices began to coat John's paw. After a good twenty minutes, John's fur on his paw was thoroughly matted with her juices. He slipped a moistened finger up into her cunt, drawing a gasp of shock and pleasure from his wife. Slowly he worked his finger as deep as he could into her, her grip tightened one the counter, her claws leaving deepening pits in the surface. John's wolfhood was now standing at full attention and longed for release, as pre dripped constantly from its tip, running down the belly of his cock making it glisten. Slowly, gently John worked his finger out of Linda's dripping sex and stepped a little closer behind her. The tip of his prick sliding down the cleft in her tight rear, he positioned himself at the entrance to her. Linda could feel his cock tip at her entrance and pushed back against him, forcing the head of his meat into her burning hole. She gasped again as his thickness parted her and he pushed it gently into her, stopping only when his knot bumped up against her entrance. As his paws fondled her firm breast his took up a slow steady rhythm. He paced himself keep her hovering on the edge as he worked himself up slowly. This was a rare time that they could share and he wanted to make the most out of it. He worked his pace up steadily and before long he was panting in time with Linda. Linda moaned and gasped each time that he would thrust deeply into her, purring all the while. Finally John couldn't hold back any more and gave a deep hard thrust, sending his knot through her opening and tying them together as the stood at the kitchen counter. It was all that it took to send Linda that last little bit and right off the edge. Her body tensed all over her toes and fingers curling, her claws leaving rents in the countertop. Her inner walls clamped like a vice around John's shaft bringing him over with her. He stifled a howl as his cock pulsed and sent rope upon rope of hot wolf seed deep within his love.

Both of them collapsed forward leaning heavily on the counter. John nuzzled the back of Linda's neck and whispered in her ear. Linda just groaned her acknowledgement. The coffee that was in the cups on the counter beside them had long been forgotten and turned cold as the too lovers rested, warm in the afterglow of their lovemaking. It was a good ten minutes before John's knot when down enough o allow him to pull out of Linda without risk of hurting her. So he gently pulled back and his cock slipped free with a wet slurping pop. He rubbed Linda's shoulders as she still leant, almost half lying, on the counter. John looked around the counter, his eyes falling on the two cold mugs. "Thanks for the coffee, sweetheart." He whispered as he continued his rubbing.

Linda giggled at his humor but stopped with a groan as her laughing caused a cramp in her side. John rubbed the area where Linda placed her paw on her left side, before he helped her over to the table to sit down. With Linda resting in one of the chairs he went back to the kitchen counter to see about warming the poured coffee. He placed both mugs in the microwave and set it for three minutes. He turned to where he and Linda had just finished their passionate lovemaking session and ran his paw over the countertop. Even with the high density material that they had had installed her claws had done a good job of cutting into it. Two sets of five claw marks gave some idea of the power of her orgasm. He'd see to getting those fixed early next week. The microwave timer chimed away, letting him know that their coffee was once again hot. He lifted both mugs carefully from the microwave, doing his best not to spill any of the steaming liquid on his paws as he walked. He finally reached the table and placed the cups down, sliding one in front of Linda and pulling the other with him to his seat.

John sipped at his coffee while trying to decide what he thought they should do today, seeing as tomorrow he was back at work. In the end he just couldn't settle on anything to do that meant he could spend the day with Linda. So he decided to simply ask what she wanted. "Hun, what do you feel like doing today?" he asked, taking a sip at his coffee. Linda turned her eyes to the ceiling as she thought about it for a second, "Umm I thought that we might just get out a couple of movies and just stay home and cuddle." She replied.

John nodded, it was settled a day in and a few good movies to snuggle by. He couldn't have thought up a better plan.

After he'd finished his coffee and Linda hers, John took both mugs and placed them in the dishwasher. He walked back to the table and put his arms around Linda's soft neck, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I think we might need a shower before we go out and pick up the movies." He said quietly.

Linda smiled and kissed the back of his paw, before pushing her chair back and standing up into his embrace. "Well then lets get to it." She giggled back to him, turning around and kissing him lightly on the nose. Both of them walked up to the bathroom, Linda turned on the water in the shower as John started brushing his teeth. After setting the tap to about the right temperature, Linda joined him in doing her teeth. By the time that both of them had finished steam rolled from over top of the shower door. John stuck a paw in to test the water, and finding it to be pretty much perfect, hopped right in. Linda followed closely behind him. For the first time in the last week they got straight to the business of cleaning each other up. After a mere thirty minutes John turned off the water and ran his hands through his fur to rid himself of most of the excess water that clung to his fur. Linda did the same, closing her eyes as she ran her hands down her chest and stomach. When she opened them again John was standing outside the shower door with a towel in his outstretched paw. Linda took the towel and began to vigorously rub her fur to soak up the remaining moister. And while her fur stuck out slightly after the toweling, she had a hard time suppressing a grin when she looked at her husband, whose longer fur made him look like a massive walking fur ball. Linda placed her towel on the counter and told him to sit down so that she could brush out his fur. After about fifteen minutes John was looking presentable again, his fur laying neatly with a slight gloss to it. Next he took the brush from Linda's paw, and stood up, telling her to take his place. Linda slipped down onto the stool and John returned the brushing. Her fur being much shorter made his job a lot easier and in just five minutes her fur shone, the white of it reflecting the light and the black stripes seemingly devouring it.

John left the bathroom, laying the brush on the counter as he walked out. He made his way over to the large dresser that he and Linda shared. Opening one of the drawers he pulled out a pair of boxers and some socks, closing it after tossing his selections onto the bed. He pulled on his boxers and sat on the bed to put on his socks as Linda opened another drawer in the cabinet to retrieve a bra and panties. She pulled the panties, a nice red lace thong, out first and tossed them behind her onto the bed. She then pulled out a matching bra and slipped it over her chest before closing the drawer. She turned to face John, who was sitting on the bed with one sock on and the other scrunched up in his paws, a wide smile on his face as her looked at his wife's beautiful body. Linda just smiled contentedly as she adjusted the bra and fastened it at the back. She then reach out to lift the g-string from the bed and slipped it on. John had finally manage to tear his eyes away from her long enough to put on his other sock. This done he joined Linda at the closet to pick out something to wear. John finally settled on a pair of navy blue dress shorts and a sports shirt, while Linda pulled down a knee length light blue skirt and a white blouse. John lifted his wallet from the second shelf and slipped it into his pocket. Linda had just finished dressing when he turned to see her. "Dressed or just in her fur." He thought, "She is the prettiest thing in the world." He smiled, keeping his thoughts to himself, as he left the closet and headed down stairs. He pulled on a pair of brown casual shoes and lifted the keys to the car from the rack by the door. He had just slid into the driver's seat when Linda walked through the door into the garage. She pressed the button on the wall, opening the main door, before she closed the one leading into the house. John started the car and Linda made her way over to the passenger side, hopping in and closing the door before he started to pull out.

It didn't take that long for John and Linda pick out a few movies to keep them occupied for the day. So after about a half hour John was pulling the Jeep back into the garage at home. John turned off the engine as Linda hopped from the passenger seat and headed for the door into the house. John got out and made his way to the connecting door as well, slapping the button to close the garage door as he passed. He paused in the laundry to slip off his shoes before walking into the lounge room through the short connecting hallway. He found the movies lying on the coffee table and just caught the sound of Linda's foot paws as she padded up the last few steps to the bedroom. "Well if we're going to be cuddling all day then I guess we should do it properly." He thought to himself. John switched on the kettle to boil some water for tea before taking off up the stairs after his wife. When he got to the bedroom door Linda already had her blouse and skirt off, and was walking out of the closet undoing her bra as she went. John just leaned quietly on the doorframe and watched as she slipped the lacy fabric down from her shoulders and off her arms. Leaving her firm, pert breasts exposed to his wanting eyes. A big grin split his muzzle and his sheath began to fill out, pressing against his leg and shorts. He shifted his weight off the doorframe to walk into the bedroom causing the door to creak slightly. Linda jumped slightly at the sound. He'd been so quiet that she hadn't noticed him standing there. She quickly recovered her composure and tossed her balled up bra at him, "Don't scare me like that, you silly wolf." She said in a mock upset tone. He giggled and began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing the bra back to his wife as he walked towards the closet. Once he there he removed his shirt and hung it back on the rack for use again later. He unzipped his shorts and slid them off before folding them neatly and laying them back on the shelf from which he'd taken them earlier. Now left in nothing but his boxers he turned around to leave and found himself looking at the grinning face of his wife, apparently deciding that she need to return the favor. This time John jumped a bit in startle meant, his swelling sheath quite noticeable through the fabric of his boxers. Linda grinned all the wider as he slowly hooked his thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, showing off his ample package and soft pubic fur. He took the boxers and placed them on the shelf with his shorts before walking slowly over to Linda. He stopped just in front of her and looked over her slim, muscular body, pausing at her red lace g-string. "Well know," he said aloud, "This won't do at all." With that he knelt down and ran his paws down her sides, carefully hooking his thumbs into the waistband. Slowly he pulled them away from her most sensual area, taking in her scent in deep breaths. As they reached the floor she stepped out of them and John stood back up, holding them to his muzzle to take in their aroma. He reached out and stroked his love up and down her sides, wrapping his paws around her back and squeezing her firm butt cheeks. John tossed the undergarments on the bed as they walked past toward the stairs.

Once back down stairs Linda went it get the first movie set up and John set about making the tea. He finished pouring the tea from the pot into the two mugs he'd set out. Carrying the two cups into the lounge he walked around the couch and sat down setting the cups on the table as he did. After he was settled Linda pressed the play button and the DVD started to play again. She set the remote down on the coffee table and then snuggled up nice and close to her love. John draped his arm around her shoulder and rested his head on hers as they watched the film.

As the movie progressed John and Linda slowly drank their tea and Linda began to rub her paw through his chest fur. He in turn rubbed her head fur and shoulder. A soft almost inaudible purr rose from her chest as he rubbed her and she him. Neither of them could have really been much happier, aside from the fact that John's arm was slowly going to sleep on him. Finally the first movie ended and John got up to change movies, swapping one disc for another. He left the rest of the set up to Linda as he went to make a couple of fresh cups of tea. He returned just in time to see the last of the picture maker's logo disappear from the screen. He quickly slipped around the couch and placed the tea on the table. He sank back into the cushions and Linda laid her head in his lap, her muzzle right at the base of his shaft. She nuzzled it once with her nose before turning the screen to watch the start of the movie. That sensation was more then enough to make his heart skip a beat and increase its rate noticeably. Well with Linda laying in his lap for the second movie, John found himself fondling her breast and rubbing his paw down his sides to her tight rear. As the movie wore on he could smell the air getting heavy with her scent and his own arousal increasing because of it. As the movie ended Linda looked up to see his pink shaft fully exposed and hard. The belly of it glistened with pre. "Umm." Linda thought as she looked at his meat. She shifted her weight around, rolling over and shuffling forward slightly. She took a deep breath through her nose as she passed it over her lover's shaft, letting the heady scent of it fill her. Gently she traced her tongue down the belly of his pole, scooping up all the pre that coated it. Then she wrapped her lips tightly around his tip sucking at him for all she was worth. John arched his back off the sofa in ecstasy at the feeling.

Slowly Linda began to bob her head along his length, taking him all the way into her muzzle each time. John's paws roamed her head fur, rubbing her ears and scrunching he fur at the base of her skull. He panted and moaned as her skilled mouth worked him. He muttered unintelligible words of encouragement to her as she milked his wolfhood, trying to coax his seed from his balls. It wasn't going to take long either. Her sucking and bobbing on his shaft soon had his balls tensing, drawing themselves up close to him. His body went stiff and his cock jumped in her mouth as he came. Jet after jet of hot wolf cum coated the back of her throat. She swallowed hard to keep up with the flow, but it was too much and she pulled off his cock with a gasp. The last string of cum hitting her in the face before slowing to a trickle. She lapped up the last remaining globs from the belly of his prick and from the fur of his crotch. She was about to run a finger up the side of her face when John graded her paw and stopped her. Instead her pulled her close and licked his cum from the fur on her face. Then he pressed his muzzle to hers in a passionate kiss. The screen in front of them had long since turned to showing static, but they didn't care.

Linda broke the kiss and licked her lips to savor the taste of him a little longer. "Well now that I've had desert I guess I should make dinner." She said, grin mischievously. John, while still recovering, just nodded his head, still panting slightly. Linda rolled off the couch and onto her feet, giving John a kiss of the cheek as she went to the kitchen to make dinner. John straightened himself up on the couch and rubbed the back of his neck. After sitting through two movies and his wife's last after show treat, his neck has feeling very stiff and sore. After about ten minutes Linda called out from the kitchen to let him know that dinner was ready. So he levered himself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. He didn't get halfway there before the heady aroma of a good meal filled his nostrils. He licked his lips at the thought of the food that lay in way for him. He turned the last corner to find Linda standing over the stove stirring something, while the light that crept around her legs from the over hinted at something baking. John opened a cupboard and pulled down a pair of plates, setting them on the counter before retrieving some cutlery from the nearby drawer. He placed the plates and silverware on the table before returning to the kitchen and getting a pair of classes, setting them on the table as well. With his part in getting set for dinner finished, John sat down at the table, lifting the sports section of the paper to get the latest on the PGA tour standings and other such things. It didn't take long though for Linda to finish getting dinner ready to serve and the sound of the over door opening drew John's attention from the paper. Linda took a small tray from the oven and tipped the bread rolls that it held into a small basket, taking them over to the table before returning to get the main part of the meal from the stovetop. She made her way back to the table with the pot that she'd taken from the stove. Setting the pot down, she removed the lid and John started to drool as he looked in. She had made a batch of pasta with a nice thick, meaty sauce. John licked his lips again as he reached for the pasta server, Linda just smiled in quiet contentment, sliding into her chair and waiting for him to finish filling his plate before she began to fill hers.

All through the dinner as they ate, John's neck gave him trouble the muscles had become bound up and knotted. As he ate he would constantly twist his neck in funny ways to try and relieve the discomfort, but to no avail. His motions had not failed to catch Linda's eye and she would keep looking over at him each time he'd try to stretch his neck. After they finished eating Linda elected to clear up whilst John sat rubbing the back of his neck in hopes of loosening the tight muscles. But it was a fruitless exercise, his muscles stayed tightly knotted. It wasn't until Linda finished cleaning the table and stopped to look him in the eye that she mentioned it. "Something wrong with your neck hun?"

"Oh, it's just a bit stiff and sore from sitting on the couch for so long is all." He replied, gritting his teeth as a sharp pain went through his neck as he turned his head to look at her. "Well here," Linda replied slipping in behind him, "Let me work on it for a bit. Maybe I can get those muscles to loosen up."

She placed her strong paws on his shoulders and started to slowly massage them. She worked slowly in from the outside of his shoulders until she reached the base of his neck. Every now and then John would emit a faint whimper as she touched on a particularly tender or sore spot, but on the hole it felt sooo good. By the time she'd reached the base of his neck John's shoulders felt a lot better. Now as she slowly worked her way up his neck he could feel the knots slowly unbinding and the pain slowly fading away. After what seemed like only a few minutes for John, Linda stopped her work at the base of his skull. He opened his eyes and craned his neck back to look up into her face. "That felt so good sweetheart. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you here to look after me."

Linda giggled and kissed him gently on the nose. She stood up letting a massive yawn escape as she did. John glanced at the wall clock, it was quite late and Linda had been working on his neck for over an hour. John stood from his chair, stretching his arms as he turned around to face his wife. "I think it's time we got to bed." He said giving her a gentle squeeze. Linda just nodded her head sleepily and threw her arms around him.

John helped to support Linda up the stairs to their bedroom. He pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and she slid under them, before he tucked her in. He then went to his side of the bed and snuggled down under the covers himself. He set his alarm clock before switching out the light and rolling onto his side, facing his lovely wife. Linda's eyes were already closed and her breathing was slow and steady. She'd always been one to fall asleep fast when tired. John rolled back onto his back and closed his eyes. He felt a movement next to him and a warm arm draped itself across his chest. He grinned, not ever opening his eyes. It didn't take long for sleep to settle over him as well, and soon he was off in the land of dreams.

John awoke the next morning a few minutes before his alarm was due to go off so he reached over and turned it off so that it wouldn't disturb Linda's peaceful dreams. Linda's arm had fallen off his chest at some point during the night, so he silently pushed down the covers and slipped from the bed. He padded quietly over to the bathroom and turned on the shower after closing the door to limit any noise from the falling water. As the water came up to temperature he grabbed his toothbrush and quickly did his teeth. By the time he'd finished with them the water was warm and he hopped into the shower without bothering to adjust it first. As the water flowed over his soaking his fur he made a few fine adjustments to get it just right. He quickly rubbed the soap all through his fur and started to rinse it off. For the first time in a week John stepped out of the shower after having been in it only fifteen minutes, of course the company this time was somewhat lacking. He toweled himself off and set to work brushing out his fur so that he'd look presentable at work. After about twenty minutes or so he'd gotten all of what he could reach by himself and laid the brush back on the counter. Quietly he opened the door and peeked into the bedroom. Linda was still sleeping soundly so he quickly snuck into the closet and pulled down his uniform. He pulled on the boxers that he'd left on the shelf the other day. He then slid on his shirt and buttoned it up before pulling on his dark blue trousers. He lifted down his coat and pulled his hat from the top shelf. Finally he snatched his tie from the rack and pulled it tight before slinging the coat over his shoulder and sneaking out of the closet in his socks. Silently he padded down the stairs and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He'd have time to get a coffee at the office before going to the plane. He finished his breakfast quickly and placed the bowl in the dishwasher before setting it to run. He grabbed the pen and paper that Linda kept on the counter and wrote her a short I love you note before heading for the laundry and the garage. He lifted his flight bag from a small cupboard in the laundry before slipping on his black work shoes and opening the door into the garage. He closed the door behind him before pressing the button to open the main door. Opening the door of the jeep he placed his flight bag on the passenger seat before hopping in himself. He closed the door and turned the key, bringing the engine to life. Slowly he backed out of the driveway and headed off to work. As he drove along the dimly lit freeway his mind kept returning to the events of this last week, it had been a long time since anything like it had happened between him and Linda. But he intended to make sure that such a length of time never passed again.

About half an hour after leaving home John pulled into the employee parking area of WRX's complex at the airport. He pulled his flight bag from the car, setting it on the blacktop before closing the door and locking the car. As he walked away, pulling his case behind him he pressed a button on the keychain and the lights flashed once to signal that the alarm was set. He swiped his security card at the door and pushed it open. Inside he said hello to the receptionist, a petite young otter that had started a few months ago, before heading to the lounge to grab a coffee. After getting his coffee sorted out John headed down a long hallway, passing a few furs on the way who he politely said hello to, at the end of the hall was the door to the dispatch office. He opened the door and walked up to the desk. An artic fox looked up from her computer screen and smiled at him as he approached her desk. "What can I do for you this morning Captain?" She said happily. "Well I was hoping that I could pick up the briefing and load data for WX 775 this morning." John replied.

The vixen nodded quickly and checked in her computer for the data. "Well sir I could give it to you, but this says that your First Officer picked it up about five minutes ago. He should be over in Flight Planning now." She offered.

"Ok thanks for that. You have a good day." John said tipping his hat before turning to leave.

Down in the flight planning room, Neil stood over a desk looking at the various charts and weather maps for the flight. His hat rested on the corner of the desk. John walked up behind him and one of his large ears swiveled to catch the approaching footsteps. "Morning Captain," he said without looking up, "Did you have a good week off?"

"Yes indeed I did." John said with a big smile. He took his hat off and placed it on top of his flight bag before leaning over Neil's shoulder to look at the flight data. "So what have we got today?" he asked.

Neil went through the rundown of what was going on this trip, how many passengers got on and off at each stop, how much cargo was on and off, how much fuel was to be uploaded and so on. It took about 20 minutes to go over everything that was immediately relevant to the flight and after finishing John looked at his watch, suggesting that they should get going and get the aircraft pre-flighted and fueled. The two of them walked together, each with their flight bag in tow and their hats on, even though the terminal was nearly deserted at this hour. As they walked Neil noticed that John seemed a lot bouncier and energetic then he had the last flight they did together. As they walked down the jet-way to the aircraft door Neil spoke up. "You seem to be really bright and cheery this morning and you haven't stopped smiling for the last hour and a half. What's the deal with that today?"

"Well," John said patting his rabbit companion on the shoulder, "Let's just say my wife has a very unique way of dealing with stress."

"Maybe I should try her way." Neil said jokingly.

John took his hand off the rabbit's shoulder and his grin widened into a devilish, toothy smile. When Neil saw it he swallowed hard, "What have I just gone and gotten myself into?" He thought to himself.

The End...