Enjoy! Happy Heart Chocolate Day!


A bottle of red wine, a dozen roses, a heart-shaped box of imported chocolates and two nips of vodka. Marty watched with halfhearted interest as the items were run over the scanner while he fished for his card. "So, romantic evening with the wife?" The kid behind the counter asked him. To Marty the hyena was a literal kid, scrawny and with a squeaky voice that set him right at the peak of puberty. Looking at him, the now graying mouse saw memories of his own formative years.

"Heh, yeah; something like that!" Marty replied as he swiped his card and grabbed his bag, heading towards his car. He took one of the nips before he even turned the ignition on his car, letting the warmth of the Goose slide all the way down to his toes. "Enjoy that one Marty boy, it's all the warmth you're going to get!" A mockery of himself whispered to him with an ear to ear grin. He punched the steering wheel a few times, slim mouse fingers colliding with the luxury leather.

"FUCK!" He screamed, hoping the windows muffled his outburst as he death gripped the steering wheel, taking deep breathes as he counted backwards from ten; like his therapist had told him to all those years ago. "Let's just get this over with!" He said as he pulled out of the parking lot and started the trek home, one he that just for once; he wished was longer.

Jean had first brought up the idea a month ago, as casually as if she had asked him about his day at work. Marty had nearly choked on his wine when he heard his wife propose the idea. "I'm sorry...what?" The part that had felt the most like the stab in the gut was that the proposal didn't surprise him all that much. Jean was young, a literal cardio bunny with stamina to burn; Marty was approaching fifty-five and his gut seemed to grow with his age. Turns out real lawyers aren't late 20s models, who knew? "It won't be a frequent thing! Unless you're comfortable with it of course; just I need some fun too you know!" She said, sliding her slim rabbit foot up his leg, near his crotch almost an apology. Marty looked down at his dinner. "Ok..."

Marty circled his block three times before he finally worked up the courage to pull up in front of his house. There was another car in his drive way, a beat up old pick up truck with a WHITEFALLS UNIVERSITY bumper sticker on the back of it. Marty pulled onto the curve and reached into his pocket for his other nip. Slim mouse fingers hastily screwed off the top as he pressed the plastiglass bottle to his lips, feeling another rush of warmth down into the depths of him. He hoped it could keep the embers of a fire burning inside of him, or at least keep him drunk enough to deal with tonight. He walked to his front door, the bag of goodies he had seemed to weight twice as much as it should as he walked past his perfectly manicured lawn and unlocked the front door. "I'm home!" He said, trying to force a voice of excitement as he walked in. There they were, sitting on his couch; Jean and him. Tyler.

Tyler was a jaguar, young, virile, buff. Senior at Whitefalls on a Football scholarship, or at least that's what he'd said in the online chats. Looking at the size of him; Marty had no reason to doubt the jaguar. He already down to just his shorts, with Jean laying her head on his naked pecs and his large footpaws in nothing but a pair of flip flops laying on Marty's mahogany carved coffee table.

"I was starting to worry you got lost!" Jean teased, not even lifting her head from the jaguar's pecs.

"Heya Mister Weaver!" Tyler said, extending his large hand paw towards Marty. Jean giggled at the jaguar calling her husband mister Weaver.

"Please, call him Marty!" The bunny said as Marty shook the jaguar's hand.

"Yeah...Marty's fine, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." Marty said as he tried his hardest to firm handshake the jaguar, his slim fingers barely even able to fully wrap around his hand.

"Oh not at all, I actually just got here from practice not twenty minutes ago!"

"And he sure smells like it!" Jean said, taking a huff from the jaguar's pecs. "Come here Marty, he smells great!"

"I'm ok..."

"Come on!" His wife insisted, hurriedly grabbing her husband's head and burying it into the jaguar's pecs. Marty got a noseful of sweat and grass slightly covered by hastily applied mass market body wash. "Smell that, doesn't it smell great?!" Jean insisted, sounding as drunk off the scent of the jaguar as Marty wished he was off of the vodka. After a solid half minute of his wife holding his face into the jaguar's still slightly wet fur she let up and let him regain his composure.

"I...I brought wine!" Marty stuttered out, his nostrils still flaring with those strong and...exciting smells.

"None for me for now, thanks!" Tyler said. Jean nodded and agreement and said they should get down to the main event. Marty nodded in agreement, at least then it would be over faster and the stud would be out of his house sooner than later. Tyler stood up, fully exposing the foot and a half he had on Marty as he followed Jean to the bedroom, Marty in tow behind the pair.

As soon as the three of them entered the master bedroom, Jean stripped off all her clothes and hopped onto the King sized bed, spreading her legs to show off her already moist pussy. Tyler quickly followed suit, slipping off his shorts and flip flops to reveal his long, thick obsidian colored cock, same as his spots. It was already rock hard and throbbing. Marty looked down at both of these and felt, in spite of the vodka and envy his own pants start to tighten around him as his cock made it's presence know. Tyler winked as he bent down to fish a condom out from his discarded shorts, making sure Marty could see that the label said it was a Magnum.

"Not gonna get naked with us dear?" Jean asked, noticing Marty hadn't even bothered to take off his shoes. Marty shook his head as he headed for a chair in the far corner, one he had set up in the bedroom the night before. He and Jean watched Tyler struggle with the magnum wrapper for a bit, before finally finding a tear spot and tearing right through the packaging, along with the condom itself.

"Oh shit!" The jaguar muttered looking at the two broken halves of a condom he held in his massive hands. "Hey uh...Mr. Weaver...Marty, would you mind running up to the store to grab another condom?" Marty stood up, ready to go grab the car keys. Maybe he could plough into a tree while he was away.

"Oh come on! Just cum inside me!" Jean replied. "What's the worst that could happen?" The bunny said with a giggle. Marty's cock throbbed at that image of the jaguar filling his wife with his seed.

"Yeah but I want some pizza too!" Tyler said, grinning. "It is my cheat day after all!" Jean giggled.

"Fine, honey will you go get our bull some pizza?"

"I'm not a bull! I'm a jaguar!" Jean howled with laughter, beckoning Tyler onto the bed with her.

"Please honey!" Jean fake pleaded to Marty "at this point I'm worried he'll starve if we don't feed him!"

"Yeah sure!" Marty muttered as he left the room.

"Hurry back!" Jean shouted after him.



Jean watched her husband of over a decade leave, a slight stagger in his step. She grinned and looked over to Tyler, who was laying on his back, his naked cock throbbing. She grasped it in her left hand, the jaguar didn't seem to have much between the ears but he was sweet, and unlike her husband his girth was all in his cock! She started to stroke his cock, loving the feel of it's thickness in her fingers.

"Shouldn't we wait for your husband?" Tyler asked, not stopping her from stroking his cock.

"He'll be back in time! You did save up like I asked, right?"

"Haven't cum all month!" He replied with a grin. Jean quickly crawled on top of him, the cardio bunny muzzle to muzzle with the buff jaguar.

"Good! Then unless he chooses to run away; he'll be back in time!" She said leaning down to kiss him on the lips. She had promised Marty that she wouldn't do anything romantic like that, but Marty wasn't here now, and she didn't care. She wanted to feel the young Jaguar's hot breath in her mouth. While she kissed him, her long slim rabbit foot rubbed against that monumental cock, dexterous toes tickling the head of it a bit. Tyler thrust against her foot, prompting Jean to sandwich his cock between her two feet, felling his cock glide against her smooth soft soles as her toes danced all across the shaft of his cock. Tyler moaned as he swiftly came all over Jean's dexterous toes, drenching them in his thick seed; if only Marty were here to help clean up.

"S-sorry!" Tyler said, the jaguar blushing a bit at how fast he had come. Jean laughed and kissed the sweet boy again.

"Don't be; so long as you're as quick at recovery as you claim to be!" She said before slithering down towards his cock, wrapping her lips around the head of the flaccid for a flash head of it!

Marty drove home with another nip of vodka in him and his car smelling of extra large pizza; with more toppings than the crust could handle. His stiff cock still hadn't subsided after all this, images of Tyler raw fucking his wife running over and over in his head again. That big thick cock, those huge hands, those even bigger footpaws. He shook his head trying to focus on the road, but in his head he was already home, his face buried deep in the jaguar's ass as he slid in and out of his wife. His tongue sliding between those toes while Tyler kept his footpaws on his mahogany table, his wife buried in the jaguar's pecs. His points were damp by the time he made it home, nearly sprinting towards the door with the pizza box in hand. Wanting to join in, wanting to worship that superior male!

Marty threw the pizza box down on the counter in the kitchen and sprinted back upstairs towards the Master bedroom, all those thoughts still spinning in his head as he reached for the doorknob to join in! Then he heard the moans.

His wife was moaning, moaning in ways that he not only hadn't made her moan recently; she was moaning in ways he had NEVER made her moan. He could hear them together, moaning in tandem with each thrust. Marty let go of the door handle and slumped against the wall; tears leaking from his eyes just as precum did from his cock. He grabbed his cock as tears streaked down his cheeks, listening to the jaguar please his wife in ways he could never dream of. He stroked it to the sounds of their moaning, picturing them in his minds eye and too damn afraid to open the door and actually look at what was happening just past the pastel wall. He kept stroking, holding in his cum but not his tears as he heard them both go at it with stamina, before his wife finally screamed in orgasm. A loud, triumphant scream that rippled through him; a scream that let him know that this is the first time someone had found her G-spot in a long time! He came all over his pants as tears streaked down onto his shirt collar. That'll be a fun one to explain to the dry cleaner.



The moaning and panting had stopped a while ago, but neither had exited the room. Marty assumed they'd fallen asleep together, held tight in each others arms like actual lovers. He was on his third glass of wine, still in his tear and cum stained suit, looking at the pair of flip flops Tyler had left sitting so casually on his carved mahogany table. He was able to see an imprint of the jaguar's foot in the insoles, and that made his cock grow stiff again. "Guess I'm not deplete of stamina after all!" Marty muttered to himself as he polished off his third glass of wine, picking up the flip flop. He studied the footprint like it was an ancient text for a moment before letting go of his inhibitions and starting to lick it, desperate to get a taste of that young stud! He was so engrossed in the footprint he didn't even notice the Jaguar until he sat next to Marty; a piece of pizza in hand.

"Man Mr. Weaver!" Tyler started, looking at Marty with a grin as he watched the mouse worship his footprint. "Your wife is insatiable man! I..." Tyler threw his bare footpaws back up on the mahogany table, some dried bits of cum still between his toes. "Just don't know..." He curled his toes and winked at Marty. "How you keep up!"