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Breaking for Lunch

Holly giggled to herself as she gazed out of the kitchen window. There were days, particularly those spent on the farm with her husband's parents, when it was easy for the skunk to imagine that she didn't live in the modern world. Like she was actually some nineteen fifties housewife, obediently and patiently waiting in the kitchen for her man to come home. Today was one of those days.

The skunk was stood by the kitchen counter, mid-way through making herself a sandwich for lunch, when she noticed Ropes. Her father in law was working out in the barn, probably making space for one of the farm trucks so he could do some work on it out of the glaring heat of the summer sun. He was carrying bales of hay up on his shoulder, working shirtless in nothing but a pair of jeans. The puma looked good, there was no denying it. Like Holly's husband, his physique screamed masculinity and power. Holly wasn't afraid to admit that she liked that in men. A physical strength to back up the same inner confidence. If anything, Ropes was actually stronger than Hisson, despite the younger puma's obvious youthfulness.

Setting the butter knife down on the counter, Holly leaned against the formica surface and watched Ropes working. His muscles rippling as he lifted and tossed the large, compressed and tied cubes of hay, his bare footpaws pounding the dusty ground with firm, striding steps. She could feel her cheeks reddening. The skunk raised one hand to her muzzle, biting down gently on one finger as if to warn herself of the dangerous territory she was sinking into. The more she watched Ropes, the more she began to long. To yearn. To ache for all that muscle and physical strength to be directed towards and devoted to her. It would be hours before Hisson was due to arrive back from town. Hours before he could take her up to his old room and... relieve her growing urges. Longer still before Fyr, her mother-in-law, would return from the livestock market and give Holly a good reason not to do what her mind was suggesting she do.

"C'mon, Hol... don't do this to yourself again."

Holly whispered under her breath, rolling her eyes in frustration. It was scary how familiar this whole situation felt. Freaky to think that the skunk knew how this situation would pan out, were she to act on her urges. She had after all been here before. She had faced the opportunity to sleep with her father in law, and not only that, she had taken it. More than once, actually. On each occasion, it had been a more or less spontaneous thing, and on each occasion Holly had assured herself that it was just that once. Just because of how much Ropes reminded her of the man she loved. The skunk was no homewrecker, though. She didn't want to endanger her and Hisson's marriage, nor did she wish to make Ropes cheat on Fyr. It had just kind of... happened.

"Or... or maybe, do."

Pausing for a moment as she considered her moral dilemma, a warm smile crossed the skunk's cheeks while she murmured to herself once again.

"Girl, if you're horny, take care of it. If you wanna perv on your dad-in-law... fucking do it. It's sure as hell no worse than actually going out there to the barn and screwing him."

Holly's cheeks flushed a deeper red. She was always surprised when this side of herself manifested. The side of herself which seemed to have been born the very day she met Hisson. A personality not too far from the kind, sweet, almost innocent skunk that she had been in her earlier years, but with certain traits that she had never experienced prior to this chapter in her life. Already she could feel the heat between her legs mirroring that which she could feel in her cheeks. Her hands twitching, fingers rapt with anticipation; eager to potentially be given the chance to delve beneath the soft white and pastel green fabric of her summery sun-dress and into her underwear. The more her gaze lingered on Ropes hard at work in the yard, the deeper and more consuming that lustful ache became, and the stronger the ache, the more her gaze lingered hungrily upon the puma.

After less than a minute of subconscious debate, Holly felt her right paw drifting south with deliberate, purposeful intent. She whimpered bashfully, toes curling against the cool tiled floor of the farmhouse kitchen as her fingers hiked up the front of her dress and hurriedly sought out the smooth, silky eggshell blue underwear which lived beneath. Her eyes focused more sharply on Ropes as she started to touch herself. Gently, modestly at first. Rubbing at the mound of her pussy and the soft, fluffy white fur which coated it before letting her fingers advance just a little, embarking upon their first teasing touches against bare, sensitive flesh. Holly indulged in the sight of her father-in-law's stunning body, enjoying every detail of his toned body. The confident, almost smug grin set upon his face as he went about his daily business; like he knew just how hot he looked even if, to the best of his knowledge, there was no-one present to enjoy the show.

"Oh... R-Ropes..."

The skunk couldn't help but utter a breathless gasp of her father-in-law's name as she grazed her clit for the first time. Gently brushing back the fleshy hood of the little nub, Holly began to lavish herself with attention in that particularly sweet spot. To stroke and encircle the ruby red button of flesh with her trembling fingers. She leaned forward against the counter, rising up onto the tips of her toes and leaning more and more of her weight upon her single free hand. Her hips began to tremble and gyrate in time with her single fingered stroking of her clitoris, to buck against the steady, potent source of stimulation. A desperate, needy grunt escaped the skunk as Ropes picked up yet another bale of hay, carrying it around the front of the barn and in through one of the side entrances facing the farmhouse.

He disappeared inside, and Holly's pace quickened. Her imagination raced. Conjuring up a thousand things Ropes could be doing while hidden from her and from all other prying eyes. Maybe he too had a lingering ache for satisfaction inside himself. Maybe he was resisting the urge to go over to the farmhouse and see if Holly was free; if perhaps she would be interested in another illicit rendezvous while their respective spouses were busy. Maybe right now he was tearing off his jeans, revealing a thick, swollen erection just begging to be squeezed and pumped and swallowed up inside a hot, drooling...

Holly shuddered violently as she felt her innermost workings clutch and convulse, so overwhelmed by the imagery being provided by the skunk that it unleashed a small flood of juices alongside a single, almost orgasmically intense wave of pleasure. Her face burned brightly as she felt the moisture dripping down into the fabric of her panties, but despite any embarrassment she quickened the pace of her fingers against herself. More urgently and firmly she assaulted her clit, drawing ever hungrier and more fevered gasps from her lips. She felt her eyes sliding slowly closed, no longer looking at or looking for Ropes actual form, but instead focusing on her fantasies. On imagining what Ropes could well be doing right now. Touching himself. Making himself cum. Thinking about her, their desire for one another so forbidden, yet oh so appealing.

Before long the skunk was entirely lost in fantasy; all pretence of her voyeuristic masturbation seeking to avoid a real-life run in with the puma entirely forsaken. Holly leaned down almost entirely flat over the kitchen counter, both hands now between her legs with one still focusing upon the rigid, throbbing nub of her clit and the other busily burying no less than three fingers inside her dripping pussy. She whimpered and gasped in a mixture of nonsensical gibberish and heated repetitions of Ropes' name, actively fantasising about her father-in-law's thick, uncut cock driving itself deep into her. More than anything right now Holly wished she'd just given in and made her way out into the farmyard. She was almost certain that if she'd done so, she'd be in that barn with Ropes right now. Lying down not over a firm, cool kitchen countertop but over a sun-warmed bale of hay. Not moaning and gasping at the self-generated bliss of her own fingers, but screaming and wailing in exuberant satisfaction as Ropes ploughed her with that shameless, merciless force that even his son could not fully replicate.

Indeed the skunk was so consumed by her own desire for Ropes, so overwhelmed by her masturbatory fantasies, that her eyes remained closed and her other senses entirely lost in the maelstrom of her own pleasure as the puma emerged from the barn once more. Empty handed, still bare chested, and glancing towards the farmhouse with a curious smirk. Holly cried out louder and louder, bouncing on the tip-toes of her footpaws, panties now resting limp and sodden around her ankles as her tail flagged high into the air; exposing her rump beneath the fabric of her sun-dress. She worked her clit and plunged her fingers into the moist, clutching embrace of her pussy harder still, relishing every satisfying slurp and intense eruption of fluids out from around her digits.

"F-fuck! Fuck me, Ropes... harder. _Harder! Y-yes... yes _!"

Holly's orgasmic scream was so intense, she didn't acknowledge the sound of the farmhouse kitchen's outer door sliding open on even the most subconscious of levels. She tweaked her clit with ferocious savagery, pulling all three fingers free from her suddenly convulsing, violently squeezing pussy and letting loose a cascade of juices that must have shot a couple of feet across the kitchen floor at least. She shrieked and shook in helpless, mindlessly pleasure-stricken excitement. Cumming so hard that even though her eyes were wide open, bulging with shock at the intensity of the ecstasy surging through her, the skunk was entirely blind to the world around her.

Indeed the skunk was so lost, so consumed by her orgasm, that the first thing she knew about no longer being alone in the kitchen was when Ropes' hands slid up beneath the fabric of her dress, grabbing firmly at her hips. The puma's deep, snarling voice booming in her ears before she could so much as gasp in shock.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

The skunk let slip a desperate, pleading whimper, and glanced over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't imagining this. Her wide eyes met with the pupil-less, glowing white hues of Ropes, and she shuddered in delight. It didn't matter that she had literally just finished cumming. It didn't matter that she was tired and sensitive and in no fit state of mind to be judging her own readiness for yet more, infinitely intense sexual gratification. All Holly could do was whine happily, and nod urgently to the puma as she felt the thick head of his cock brushing up against her swollen, sodden outer lips.

Neither Ropes nor Holly cried out as the puma began to work his cock into the welcoming depths before it, but as they stared at each other with savage hunger it was obvious they were both holding back the urge to do so. Together they shuddered as their bodies pressed closer and closer to one another, until at long last Ropes felt that Holly could handle no more of his sizeable erection and paused. He stood perfectly still, his cock lodged inside the skunk's pussy and her whole body quivering with excitement and anticipation before him. He grinned as their eyes met once more, and finally Holly addressed him with the knowledge that he was actually there.

"Y-you know how much I love Hisson. How much I adore him."

Ropes chuckled. His cock twitched, and Holly moaned happily. The puma nodded, and with a bashful smile his son's wife continued.

"So... you know, then? How... how horny I must be. How hot I must think you are, t-to keep putting all that on the line. To let myself lose control and... a-and do this, with you?"

The puma's chest puffed out with pride, and he grinned toothily. Holly whimpered.

"Yeah. Of course you know. Goddammit... y-you're so like him. Like Hiss..."

Ropes licked his lips.

"And you love it, Holly. You love that as well as my being a gorgeous specimen, a part of you can still imagine that as we're fucking, you're still with him. Your husband. My son."

Hurriedly, Holly nodded once again.

"I do. I... I love it. I love him. And, o-oh god, I want you so badly."

Nothing more needed to be said after that. Ropes' hips began to move once more, to drive himself into the skunk's clutching pussy, and Holly let her eyes fall shut in the blissful knowledge that her fantasy was a fantasy no longer. This wasn't their first time breaking the bonds of their respective matrimony together, and the ease with which they fell into an immensely pleasurable rhythm was exceptional. Before long each of them were grunting and moaning in heady pleasure, their bodies meeting and parting rapidly as they rocked back and forth against one another.

The louder Holly cried out, the harder Ropes pushed her. There seemed no limit to the amount of force he could put behind each and every thrust, exhibiting such simultaneous savagery and self control in ensuring that while pushing the skunk to the limit, he never took her beyond.

"Oh... oh... oh... ohhh..."

With a fevered repetition of heated moans and whimpers, the skunk rapidly found herself approaching a second climax. Even now with Ropes' thick member spreading her wide open and filling her so gloriously to the limit, Holly felt her fingers seeking out her clit as she approached her peak. She toyed with herself oh so delicately, not daring to send herself over the edge before Ropes' cock was prepared for her to do so, all the while lost amidst a hundred other pleasurable sensations. The feeling of the puma's hands upon her hips, claws buried in her fur and clutching at her flesh just delicately enough not to leave a mark. The weight of his body resting partially over hers, pinning her to the kitchen counter. Even the scent of fresh bread beside her head; the contents of her partially made lunch still resting upon the worktop close by.

With a frantic shriek, Holly climaxed again. Her body fell limp against the counter as she shuddered and writhed her way through the fierce intensity of her orgasm, every burst of pleasure dragged out to its fullest by the continued force of Ropes' cock plunging in and out of her. She was still cumming, still squirming and whimpering in abject bliss, when she felt the puma's arms leave her hips and encircle her torso instead. Lifting Holly away from the kitchen counter, turning her gently, but in a manner that made her cry out over and over thanks to the continued rigidity of Ropes' member deep within her.

Face to face with Ropes, the skunk shivered her way through the final few seconds of her peak. She flung her arms around the puma's neck and her legs around his waist with the last of her strength, and whimpered in gratitude as Ropes wrapped his arms around her in return; one around her torso, the other cupping her rear end.

There Holly rested, cradled in the puma's strong embrace and still able to feel his thick shaft pulsing hungrily within her. She was too tired to speak, to tired to even lift her head and see where they were going as Ropes began to move; carrying her without ending their intimate embrace. It was only by way of her ears that Holly was able to navigate. Hearing the creak of the hallway floorboards. The deeper thumping footsteps of Ropes' paws against carpeted wood upon the stairs. The metallic squeak of bedsprings as she was lowered down upon the softness of a thick, downy comforter. They were in a bedroom. And, judging by the way that Ropes laid her down and lowered his body down over hers without a word, a bedroom with which the puma was intimately familiar and at home.

The skunk said nothing as she felt the puma begin to fuck her all over again. She could have told him that she was too tired, and her body too sensitive to bear another orgasm... but that would have been a lie. She could have told him she didn't want to make love to him on what was probably his marital bed... but that would have been a lie. Holly's mind was too twisted by lust right now to care about fatigue or ownership. Hell, if she truly cared about what belonged to whom, she wouldn't have been able to feel Ropes' cock within her in the first place. Right now the only thing that mattered to Holly was throbbing deep within the clutching confines of her pussy, and that was something which she didn't need words to explain. Only actions.

More urgently and fiercely than before, Ropes humped and bucked at the skunk. Having witnessed two truly spectacular orgasms on the skunk's part already, he was more than eager to add one of his own to that tally. With the full weight of his body pinning her down against the soft sheets of his bed, Holly remained comfortable whilst barely being able to move. She trembled beneath him, desperate grunts and whimpers confirming that she was still more than happy to endure yet more intense pleasure alongside the look in her eyes; one of stunned, blissed-out awe.

The puma's own grunts and snarls of satisfaction soon rose to a volume greater than Holly's cries as his body grew ever more worked up. Their mingled exclamations of lust filled the bedroom, and before long rang out throughout the entire upper floor of the farmhouse.

Had they still been fucking in the kitchen, the sound would probably have masked the approach of Fyr's truck into the farmyard. However, they would at least have been able to see the truck through the window, giving them at least a little time to make themselves look presentable. In their current position, not only did they not recognise Fyr's arrival in the yard, but they were still too busy and too loud to hear her as she entered the farmhouse itself. Too loud to hear her as she climbed the stairs, frowning in confusion as she heard what sounded like Hisson and Holly going at it, despite having not seen her son's own truck in the yard. Too loud even to hear her as she came to a halt outside her own bedroom door, and stared in dismay through the unsecured, partially open doorway at her daughter-in-law and husband rutting furiously on her bed.

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Fyr's hands clenched into tight fists by her sides, and the red and gold scaled dragoness fought with all the strength of will at her disposal not to burst into the room and confront them right then and there.

This was far from the first time she'd caught Ropes cheating on her. To be perfectly honest, she'd almost certainly cheated on him since the last time she'd been aware of her husband committing any sort of infidelity. But no matter whether it was the first time or the fiftieth, it still filled Fyr with jealous fury to see her husband's cock wrapped around another woman. Another woman taking pleasure in, gaining satisfaction from, what was hers by law and by right. Add to that the fact it was Holly... a woman she had thought she could trust. Not only trust to be around her husband, but trust not to betray her son; Holly's own husband. It made the betrayal all the more horrifyingly personal.

She wanted to burst in on them. To catch them in the act and ruin the occasion before her husband had received any satisfaction; the urgency of his hips' motions making it fairly obvious that he had yet to cum even once. She wanted so desperately to see the look of shame on Holly's face, and the frustration and rueful repentance in her husband's eyes.

And yet... something held her back. Not shame. Not embarrassment. Not fear. Nothing that most normal people might have understood someone feeling in such a situation.

Desire held her back. Horrifyingly intense, overwhelming desire.

The longer Fyr stood there, staring at her daughter in law's soaked pussy being ploughed by her husband's thick cock, the more consumed she became with the idea of burying her muzzle between their entwined bodies and tasting the mixed runoff of their juices. The longer she stood there, the hungrier Fyr became not to see the two lovers' fun spoiled, but brought to its natural conclusion. She wanted to see, to hear, to witness every aspect of Holly's orgasm. And Ropes... well, Fyr had never been able to resist the sight of her lover writhing in satisfaction, whether or not she was the one to have caused it.

For almost ten minutes Fyr stood and watched. Conflicted. Deeply unsettled and unsure of how to proceed. Torn down the middle between wanting to watch and enjoy this betrayal, and wanting to bring herself some justice. Back and forth the pendulum swung as Ropes' cries became louder and ever more savage, and Holly's whimpers blossomed into wailing moans once more as yet another orgasm readied itself to strike at her unprepared, defenceless form.

By the time a choice had been made; Fyr finally opting to confront her husband and his latest unworthy conquest, it was too late. Before the dragoness could so much as take a single step forward to enter the bedroom, she heard her husband laughing.

Both Fyr, and from upon the bed beneath Ropes, Holly too, stared at the mirthful puma in confusion He turned his head, and fixed his brightly glowing eyes upon his wife's own hues. His pupil-less eyes burned with pure white radiance, and before long Fyr couldn't help but lower her own eyes in defeat by the glare.

"After all the years we've been together, Fyr... do you still honestly believe you can sneak up on me?"

Upon hearing Ropes' wife's name, Holly raised her head in fear. She glanced down the length of the bed to where the dragoness was standing outside the bedroom door, and whimpered helplessly. It should have terrified her to the very core to see Fyr there; to know that she'd been caught, and that potentially two marriages had just imploded all around her. But given that Ropes was still making eager, passionate love to her even as he turned and stared straight at his wife, Holly's pleasure stricken mind was in no shape to make those kind of life-changing moral decisions.

Thankfully, Ropes appeared quite surprisingly capable of holding conversation and fucking all at once.

"If I could sense Holly here giving herself a good time from all the way out in the barn, what made you think you had any hope of standing just a couple of meters away feeling the way you do, and still staying hidden?"

Knowing now that she had been discovered, Fyr stepped into the bedroom. She regarded Ropes and Holly with frustration, as much due to her husband calling her out on her voyeuristic presence than the fact that even now the skunk and puma were still clinging to one another in continued pleasure. The dragoness opened her maw, ready to say her piece and lay into both those before her, but before she could do so Ropes cut her off once again.

"Save it."

The puma wasn't even looking at Fyr any more. His gaze having returned to Holly, watching her blush and squirm in embarrassment and ecstasy all rolled into one as she was continually fucked under the judging gaze of her mother-in-law.

"Save your complaining for when we're alone. You know there's no point in dragging Holly into this. You aren't gonna punish her... you don't have the authority. And you care too much about this family, about both her and Hisson, to even threaten to tell her husband what she's done. As for me... is there really anything you have to say which you haven't said before. Anything that you won't expect to come out of my muzzle next time you find yourself getting the itch for some company when I'm not around."

Fyr stayed silent. Staring wide eyed at the naked puma, his lean, muscular physique rippling as he plunged himself into Holly over and over again. Watching Holly writhe and squirm, still so cute and sweet looking despite the situation; still almost innocent in that pretty little sun-dress of hers, despite the sizeable puma cock stuffing itself into her.

The dragoness swallowed thickly, her cheeks reddening as once more she heard Ropes laugh knowingly; mockingly, almost.

"You're loving this, aren't you? Getting a free show and being able to cover it up with all the indignant outrage you want. Why even bother, Fyr? You know me, and I know you. We both know how this will end. With me deep inside you tonight, and the two of us sharing such pleasure and passion that neither one of us will be able to remember any name, any face, any memory of past lovers, but each other."

Ropes stroked Holly's cheek, the skunk whimpering softly.

"Just like this dear sweet thing will go home, so nervous and worked up by what we've been doing that she'll jump Hisson's bones the first chance she gets. We'll all be happy and satisfied by the time sleep claims us tonight... so why bother with all the affront and outrage at all?"

Licking his lips, Ropes finally glanced back towards his wife.

"Why not just drop your jeans... enjoy the show... and let Holly know exactly why she'll never be able to replace you, no matter how long and hard she could try."

For a short while, Fyr said and did nothing. As she watched her husband and daughter-in-law continue to screw though, feeling the fluttering of arousal within her lower regions grow more and more intense, the dragoness realised that whether Ropes was right or not, he was almost certainly going to get his way.

And if he was going to get what he wanted... there was no reason why the dragoness shouldn't at the very least get what she could of what she wanted, too.

With a deep, rumbling growl, Fyr began to fumble with the buckle of her jeans. Ropes grinned, and from where she way lying upon the dragoness' own side of the bed, Holly's eyes widened as she watched her mother in law beginning to strip.

"O-oh god..."

A soft whimper soon escaped the skunk's muzzle, and she glanced from Fyr to Ropes, then back again.

"Oh god... F-Fyr..."

She stared at the dragoness as Fyr began to pleasure herself. Taking a few steps back, leaning up against the bedroom wall and dropping both hands down between her legs to masturbate as she watched her husband and daughter-in-law fucking.

"Fyr, y-you have... you're a... o-oh... oh god..."

The skunk's eyes bulged, staring in awed disbelief at Fyr's crotch. At the scaled hand not only teasing at the outer lips of the dragoness' aroused, swollen pussy, but Fyr's other hand too. The hand wrapped around her second set of genitalia. At the hand wrapped around the herm dragoness' own thick, throbbing erection.

"Oh..."

All this new knowledge, these new sources of visual stimulation, were more than Holly could handle.

"Ohhh..."

Writhing, thrashing, flailing and grunting happily as Ropes continued to plough her with seemingly ceaseless stamina, Holly drank in the sight of her mother-in-law as she'd never seen her before. Not only masturbating, not only indulging with obvious if mixed excitement in the view of her husband cheating on her, but revealing herself to be in possession of both a pussy and a cock of her very own.

"_Ohhhh- hhyyeessssss _!"

All that stimulation, both physical and mental, was more than Holly could handle. Yet again, she came. Screaming, wailing mindlessly with overwhelmed rapture. Losing control of her body and all but the most basic of her senses to the sheer fury of her ecstasy, everything about the skunk far less prepared for such immense sensory overload compared to the two veterans with whom she was currently sharing this erotically charged farmhouse.

Indeed the last thoughts to cross Holly's mind before she blacked out, leaving Ropes and Fyr's satisfaction in one another's own unique brand of tender loving care, was typically innocent and gentle. Nothing to do with all the overwhelming pleasure which had been lavished upon her in the recent past. Nothing to do with the strange discoveries she had made about her in-laws, whether physical or attitude-wise.

All the skunk could think about as she lost consciousness, was how hungry she was. How she wished she'd been able to have lunch before getting caught up in her fantasies of Ropes and everything which had led on from that. How downstairs in the kitchen was the make-up of the most delicious chicken, cheese and mixed salad sandwich, and how she hoped that no-one else would eat any of it before she woke up.

By Jeeves