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Jackson was finishing up at the grill. The heat of the meat singed his fur, but he was careful. This wasn't his first time making steaks on the grill for his family, nor would it be the last. The gold band on his finger glinted in the light of the afternoon sun. It was 4:30 and the wolf knew that Sophie and Ashleigh would be there soon. Officially, the dinner was to celebrate Ashleigh's new job with Jackson. They had been meaning to and had to push it back once or twice, but it finally worked out. Unofficially, it was a chance for Jackson to spend time with his daughter and lover. His tail wagged at the warmth of the sun on his back before the crisp fall wind blew through the backyard and rustled up the leaves.

"Not going to be many more days like this this year," the wolf said to himself.

His ears drooped somewhat and he shook his head. He couldn't help but chide himself. He was lonely, sure, what man in his situation wouldn't be? But this was... different. This wasn't the same kind of loneliness he'd had for years. This was a clawing, gnawing, biting pain, not the pain of absence. He sighed deep, eyes closed in the pain of his own memories. Both the tragic and the beautiful blended into the painful concoction of losing your spouse.

He stared at the ring again.

"Em, if you can hear me, I really do love you. I miss you so much," he sighed. It was close to a whimper. But he couldn't lose his cool. Not with his little girl coming over soon. Not with Ashleigh joining her.

"Emily, what am I doing? I'm making a mess of our girl's life. And for what? Sex?" He flips over the steak, causing the flames to rise and lap at his cheeks with the heat of the propane's flames.

Jackson collects the steaks onto a plate once they're done and caries them into the house. He sticks foil over it and checks the clock. It's only ten more minutes now.

Funny. Ten minutes used to be so much easier. But ten minutes of silence? Of his own thoughts? That was the painful thing about his situation. He got all the fringe benefits of a partner in the sense of fantastic sex, but none of the benefits he needed now. Care, support, companionship. He looked at the Apple Crisp sitting on the stove and started to heat up the oven. When he grabbed the glass pan, his ring clinked against it. No matter what he did, or where he was, he never could forget that. Every little thing was a constant reminder of her.

"I'm 45 years old, Emily," the wolf said, looking at the picture of his wife on his mantle. "I should have tried to find someone else before now. Now I'm... I'm too old. Who would want me now?" He walked over to the picture and picked it up, carefully brushing dust off the frame. "If it was ten years ago, a while after you died, I might have something to offer. What do I have to offer now, Em?" His eyes are downtrodden and he brings the frame to his lips, kissing the lifelong friend of his inside. "I miss you, Emily."

When the doorbell rang early, the wolf stood and grinned. He walked to the door, a spring in his step and opened the door to find his daughter there. As usual, the girls looked amazing. Sophie was in a tight-fitting pair of jeans and a white blouse with a large black belt around her stomach. Ashleigh was in a skirt that went just over her knees and cute t-shirt. They weren't dressed to impress, but they still did.

Sophie held a glass of his favorite wine and pulled him in for a big hug. The wolves held each other and the pain that Jackson had felt, his loneliness was suddenly a little bit less. He pulled away from her and met Ashleigh with the same, kind hug that he always did. He couldn't let their secret rendezvous' change how he behaved around her.

He led the two girls of his life in and finally, his quaint house didn't seem so cavernous. The walls didn't seem like a prison. It felt like a house again. It felt like a home.

***

He stared into the eyes of his daughter. The wolf's eyes scanned her features, looking at her closely, trying to determine what she was doing. He cleared his throat and said in a deep, booming voice that carried the confidence he'd obtained over a lifetime and the intimate knowledge that comes with raising your daughter on your own.

"Call," he said, putting in another couple pieces of candy. It was a cool autumn evening and Jackson was enjoying the annual post-Halloween tradition of poker with his daughter and Ashleigh. It started when she was a little girl. Her mother had passed away in a car accident not too long before Halloween one year and Jackson wanted to do something to make his daughter smile again. She was already good at poker, and he tried to get her to smile again, let his princess know that things would be okay again. So he bought a bunch of cheap Halloween candy the stores had on sale and brought it home in addition to take out Chinese food. They ate and watched a movie the two had seen a dozen times before while the game started. She laughed and gleamed at the pile of candy before her, and for a moment, the two forgot the pain. The game got more and more serious over the years, but it was one tradition that stayed true.

He had, of course, cooked them up a dinner and enjoyed the break from work, but things were different. Ashleigh could keep it hidden, but he could tell she wanted something from the wolf. Either of them--both of them--it didn't matter. Her eyes seemed to follow either of the wolves whenever they moved, and Jackson could feel those hungry eyes burning into the back of his head. He could picture pounding at her poor, wet pussy with his cock in front of Sophie, but he couldn't lose his daughter.

However, he could beat her at poker.

"You think you can beat me that easily, Dad? You sure you're not getting old?" Sophie teased her dad. Her ears drooped down and she narrowed her eyes at him. "I think you're losing your cool," she laughed, setting down her cards. She had a pair of queens and an Ace.

Jackson groaned and placed his cards down. "Oh, really? That's a good hand, Soph' but..." He turned his cards over; three kings in his hand, and a smirk on his face. "I think I just won."

His daughter's cocky grin faded and her ears dropped in frustration. Her body seemed so defeated, and Jackson pulled the pot in to join his modest pile. The winner was clearly Sophie, but Jackson had a decent winning too. Ashleigh, sadly, did not fare as well, her own pile small and insignificant.

"You two always beat me," Ashleigh grumbled, crossing her arms in agitation. The wolf's foot pet hers from under the table, but she ignored him. Probably from the guilt of the situation she'd been put in by the two wolves she cared for.

Sophie stood, and stretched, pulling her shirt up with her arching back. She walked over to her dad and sat on his lap. The wolf gave him a close hug, her tail swayed against the table. "Thank you for dinner, Daddy." She said, holding the only man she's ever truly loved close. He hugged her in his lap, tail wagging just like hers. "Would you mind if I hopped in the tub? Yours is so much nicer than ours," she said; her face burned scarlet at the request.

Jackson smiled and gave his daughter's crimson cheek a soft kiss. His little girl was just as cute as always, though he still couldn't get used to seeing her fully grown. "Just be sure not to clog up my drain, okay, Sophie?" he said, nudging her off of his lap.

"Thanks, Daddy," she smiled, sauntering off to the bathroom. She paused and turned back to Ashleigh. The wolf grabbed her girlfriend's face in both paws and pressed soft lips to soft lips--both pairs well known to Jackson. "Be nice to Daddy," Sophie instructed the feline, before looking at him. "He's not used to beautiful women around so he may embarrass himself."

The older wolf scoffed at that and threw a miniature Snickers bar at his daughter. It bounced off of her chin and plopped right into her cleavage. The three tried their best to contain their laughter but it escaped, boisterous and loud. It was kind and sweet, lovely to the ear and it made them all aware of their bond. They became a family of sorts, goofy and wholly them. None of them could imagine it differently. It almost pained Jackson to think about how his actions might hurt this family he'd developed and grown after so great a loss.

As Sophie moved up the stairs, her long legs were looked at by both. For Ashleigh, she thought about the woman she loved, and the betrayal she participated in. For Jackson, he thought of how like her mother she was, and how much he would always love her.

The wolf wasn't afraid to admit that he still wore the ring--unable to part with the symbol of his bond with Emily.

It was Ashleigh who spoke up first.

"Jackson, what are we doing?" she asked her secret lover.

He exhaled slowly, paw stretched out for hers. She didn't take it at first, but finally relinquished. "We're filling a void. We both get something out of this," he said, stating what they both knew so well. The sound of water running through the pipes in the walls was confirmation that their conversation was private.

"I love her so much, Jackson. I do. But... I miss--"

"You miss that other kind of touch? The kind she, biologically, is unable to give?"

She nodded her head, ears crestfallen.

"But this is... so wrong. I don't know if it can keep happening much longer," she said, eyes closed in the shame of what they did. "I feel so bad."

Given that it had been months, Jackson was surprised this conversation hadn't happened sooner. He knew she was right though. The panther was stunning and made him feel alive for the first time in years, but he would never take away his daughter's happiness for his. What a cruel thing that would be.

"Ash..." He trailed off; the words that came to mind seemed so pointless and numb. Hollow words to match the hollowness the two both felt.

"S-sir," she whispered, a tear trailing down her cheek.

He was on her in a flash, paws on her face as he held his young lover's body. His tongue met hers and they forgot the pain, the guilt, and the shame they both felt. Instead, all they felt was the heat, the pleasure, and the tongues. The tension of her body when he pulled away was unmistakable. She looked up at him, demure and vulnerable... but womanly and beautiful. He could see why she was so treasured by--no. Push that thought out. Focus on the pleasure, not the guilt. Her body was receptive to his touch and before he could say anything, she fell over the back of the couch, her legs spread from under her skirt.

The wolf looked down and saw a deep purple pair of panties, the color of the panther's alma mater stood out against her black fur. He could see the perfect, soaked outline of her lips from beneath the fabric. The sight of it and the flowery yet heady scent of her makes him wild and his cock begins its rise from slumber, poking its head out of the sheath.

"Sophie is right upstairs..." he muttered, gazing at the feline's exposed sex.

"So we'll be quiet," she replied, her ears low to her head but that smile was playful. Her eyes showed her need.

The wolf climbed on top of her, and he started feeling her body. His large, rough paws were surprisingly gentle, but that seemed more concerned with not leaving evidence than her care. She knew how mean he could be. But this change was alluring in ways it never was before. His paws grabbed her legs and held them still. His cold, wet canine nose nudged her labia. She stifled a gasp. He looked up at her and glared to send the message: Quiet.

The younger cat nodded and put her fist to her mouth, biting to try and keep herself from moaning. The task was harder to do than she thought when his tongue moved from her taint all the way up to her waistband. His paw moved her panties to the side, and she was exposed to him. He gave a few pecks with his lips; each one made her shiver in anticipation. She was wet and her labia was swollen. His finger moved in to find it and sure enough, beneath the hood, her clitoris was hard. The noise the panther let out when she was fingered so suddenly and so matter-of-factly was akin to a whimper.

"Jackson..." she moaned and he rubbed her swollen clit in an easy, taunting motion that invited her to move around him, not the other way around.

His paw moved up her body, feeling her through the fabric of her clothes, not daring to risk undressing her with his daughter so near. His paw was on her mouth and the panther instinctively opened her mouth and began to suck on his fingers. Two were in her mouth just in time to silence her moan when his long, canine tongue moved into her lips. His tongue lapped her juices like a thirsty dog. The danger of the situation fueled him, making him so horny he couldn't think straight. He wanted to do so much to her, but instead, he just ate as if her juices, her scented, puffy cunt was his last meal. And eat he did.

Once or twice, his teeth scraped across one of her walls, careful just to tease and please her. She wasn't vocal, though she moaned around those fingers in her mouth, submitting to him with ease. Her body spoke for her. Squirming and wiggling about, the black feline ground her hips to his face, and urged him on, wanting release and pleasure more than anything. He'd toyed with her and tortured her enough to see the signs of her peak. When he was sure she was close, his palm covered her entire pussy, applying pressure to the mound and she didn't even moan, but gasped. Stars filled her eyes and she laid there in pleasure, writhing on her back at the sensations she'd just received. She'd lasted longer, but this time wasn't about lasting, it was speed, it was risk, and it was need. It was to trample out the guilt and focus only on how good the two felt when with the other.

Ashleigh gazed at the wolf with his face buried in her lips. Despite the peak that she'd just had, he still ate, tongue going wild, swirling and probing. It moved up and went wide when it found her g-spot. That sensation made her emit a tortured whine around his fingers. She wanted it. She needed the wolf to keep going. Anything else seemed impossible, sick and wrong. Her black fur bristled with each touch of his tongue to the wall opposite her clit, so sensitive and so perfect. The cat ran her sharp claws along his head. It stung his scalp, but he wanted it all. He needed it. The pain only made his muzzle dig in against her lips, so all he could taste and smell was the young cat. She smelled earthy and tangy, it was hard to describe but it was so good he couldn't help but sniff like it was his prey. He kept breathing her scent in, tongue lulled out by its sweetness.

The woman whimpered and spat out his fingers. "Drop your pants," Ashleigh groaned, somewhere between a beg and an order. He sat on his knees and cocked his head.

"You know we can't risk the full package right now," he growled at the smaller woman he'd fucked countless times before. He stood for a moment and pulled his large cock free. Ashleigh stared, eyes tracing every detail, the curve, the size, the girth. All of it familiar and all of it made her ache between her legs. She wanted him so much that she forgot about her girlfriend in the bath upstairs.

The panther gave a growl and glared at her affair in lust. She pushed him onto the couch and rand her lips across his tip. Jackson appreciated the show of force and how serious she was. But he was still in charge.

"If you don't fuck me right now, I will--"

Before she could even finish that threat, Jackson slammed her down, his cock barreling into her tight passage. She was about to moan when his lips silenced her. He pulled out and slams back in, rubbing his knot to her nether lips. The taste of her was intense. It went beyond the usual taste and seemed to be enhanced by something, perhaps the danger but it seemed to give the wolf fuel for his treatment of her. He bucked up to her; his paws grabbed her breasts from over her shirt, and squeezed each piece of heaving flesh every time they flew up. Her whole body seemed to clamp down around that ramming cock. She whimpered when he poked her tailhole with a thumb, and before she could tell him not to, he pushed that thumb in.

The panther was rolling in ecstasy, her nipples threatened to cut through her bra and shirt at the feeling of a real cock, not the silicone replicas she had back home, slammed against her cervix. It hurt. It hurt so bad that she was nearly in tears, but she was so horny and so swamped in her own juices that in that moment she considered rebranding her vagina as a slip and slide.

"Oh, shit, Jackson," Ashleigh whimpered, her claws ran down his back, her body burned in her stomach and in her sex. Everything that she was felt pleasure. Even the harsh crack of his open palm to her jiggling ass only made her whimper in want.

"What did I tell you? Call me Sir," he growled, rubbing her clit between his finger and thumb. The hood squished over the hardened and red nub.

"A-ah! Y-yes, sir! Of course, sir. Please, don't stop."

Bad choice of words.

The wolf stopped moving, letting her feel the jarring stop he pulled on her. She glared and pounded his chest with her small paws. "B-bastard!"

His paw slapped her breast hard, making her gasp in pain.

"What did you call me?" He growled, flexing that large organ that was buried inside of her.

Ashleigh whimpered and clawed at his chest. "F-fucking bastard, finish me!"

He pulled her up, ready to push her off, but she resisted, trying to move back down as best she could.

"P-please, Jackson... I need you still. I'm so close..." Her fierce blue eyes seemed weak and needy. Without a shadow of a doubt, Jackson knew that she needed him. He let her go, her body dropping back down with a satisfying squelch. His paw over her lips caught the escaping moan.

"Fucking her dad while your girlfriend is upstairs in the bathroom? Such a naughty slut, aren't you?" he snarled in her ear. Ashleigh knew that he was right. That was her shame: that powerful sinking feeling in her stomach at her betrayal. But each thrust of that magnificent canine cock that smacked into her and stretched her around him made her ignore all the voices that told her not to. Her black paw moved down his body to the space between the two of them. She held his large balls as he bucked into her with a cool precision. "S-sir, m-my clit... Please!" She whimpered to Jackson.

The wolf's firm fingers squeezed her clit and rolled it between them. The panther purred, finally at the point of another release. Her claws held his shoulders as the waves of pleasure racked through her body and sent her into a state of absolute euphoria. She only clutched onto Jackson with a heaving chest when she could no longer keep her head up on her own. Ashleigh's body no longer moved, luxuriating in the sensations of release and pleasure by the shaft inside of her.

"I can't cum in you, pet, but I need to cum," Jackson groaned quietly, flexing the cock against her g-spot once more. "Get off."

She looked at him with pleading eyes, not wanting to leave her perch and be hit by that feeling of emptiness once again. But she could do little to stop him when her scruff was seized and she was lifted up, every inch of her swollen lips aching by the sudden absence. However, Ashleigh was a good panther and immediately took his cock in her mouth. Her own taste was apparent and she looked at him, seeing those gold flecks lighten up as he could focus on his pleasure now.

He rubbed her head, guiding her up and down on his cock, the slick shaft, already gooey with her cum and his pre was now being coated in her spit. The smell of his musk was so perfect that the panther just zoned out, allowing him to use her mouth. Her tongue slid and danced on the bottom of his shaft, urging his release. She grabbed his balls and squeezed.

It took all her will not to grab his knot and squeeze it every time her lips gave it that erotic and slobbery kiss, but she knew if she did, Jackson wouldn't be able to conceal it from his daughter.

Ashleigh couldn't imagine Sophie would take that sight well.

"Oh, that's it, kitten. I'm getting close," the wolf moaned around the same time the sound of water draining from the bathroom could be heard through the walls.

She bobbed faster; needing to make sure she got what she wanted, what she craved, before Sophie came down.

Jackson's hips pumped into her mouth, thrusting away for a few moments before it came. Thick, large quantities of his cum filled her mouth and Ashleigh did what she knew was expected of her--she swallowed it all. Counting, every shot as it filled her mouth; the panther amazed at the eleven rounds in her mouth, all of which were eagerly swallowed. And to think, a few months ago, she refused to swallow his seed, now she couldn't get enough of it. The load went down and those soft, gorgeous eyes met his. The panther pulled off with a slurp.

"T-that's better, right, sir?" Ashleigh whispered, licking his shaft clean.

"So much," he said with a grin. His eyes were on hers for a moment before he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and caring, speaking volumes of the care the two shared, despite the circumstances. It was only when they parted that the guilt returned.

A few minutes of clean up and reheating desert later, the room was back to normal and the smell of sex has been covered, Sophie walks down. Her hair was wet and hung around her shoulders, but in general, she looked happy and relaxed, with a wagging tail to complete the picture of a happy wolf.

"Thank you so much, Daddy," she said. Her arms moved around his neck and she planted a kiss on his cheek. He held her close, not wanting to lose her, not able to imagine losing his baby. Not after all they went through.

It made the pain so much worse when he wondered if she could smell her girlfriend's cum on his face.

"I think we do need to get going though," Sophie said. Her eyes looked up at him with a certain sadness. He took her paw and kissed the palm of it.

"Alright, Sophie. I understand. I can clean up here no problem. Are you sure you don't want any more apple crisp?" Jackson asked his pride and joy.

"No, Daddy, I'm fine. Thank you though. It was so great to do this." The wolf hesitated. Jackson could tell she wanted to say more but instead she just kissed his cheek and pressed her face into his chest in a tight hug. Her affection only made his betrayal all the more severe.

Jackson took Ashleigh's paw and pulled her in for a soft hug. His cheek was on hers and despite the desire to hold the young panther close, he let her pull away. The wolf walked his guests to the door and waved them off. They walked hand in hand and when he closed the door again, his happiness seemed to wane.

And the deafening sound of silence greeted him once again.

***

Ashleigh lay on top of Sophie, kissing the wolf's neck and chest with careful, gentle motions. She wanted to feel absolved by the embrace of her lover. She wanted to feel like she hadn't ruined everything, despite the secrecy and months of infidelity. She nuzzled against her, wanting her scent to stay on her body.

"Ash?" Sophie said, paws on her back.

"Yeah, babe?" the panther said.

"I'm a little worried about my dad."

"What's wrong?" Ashleigh asked, resting her head on the wolf's chest.

"He's all alone. I know he still misses my mom but... I just want him to be happy, you know?"

"Yeah."

"I just want him to have someone who can understand what it's like to lose someone who meant so much to you. To lose your other half."

Sophie had told her before that Jackson met his wife when they were kids. To lose a lifelong friend and partner like that...

Ashleigh clutched onto Sophie tighter now, as if to confirm she was still there.

"I think I actually have an idea," Ashleigh said, voice quivering.

"Oh?" Sophie said her hand running through the panther's darker than dark fur.

Ashleigh swallowed and said those two words that changed everything.