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Mark had just put his brown uniform on before heading out the door for yet another day of making deliveries. The wolf pulled his car keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car. Hopping into the driver's seat, he put the keys in the ignition and was quickly out of the driveway and off to work. It was already warm and humid, so the wolf rolled down the window to get a nice breeze going. The air conditioning in his car was broken, and he didn't have the money to get it fixed right now, so he had to suffer. At least the delivery truck had functional air conditioning.

The appliance store Mark worked for was only a five minute drive from his house, so even though he was behind schedule, he was still able to make it to work on time. Pulling into the parking lot, he could already see Dave, his co-worker, standing outside their delivery truck. The other wolf lowered his sunglasses, giving Mark a smile as he got out of the car.

"Morning," said Dave.

"Morning," replied Mark, feeling the heat and humidity quickly getting to him.

"We've got a big one today," said Dave.

"How big?" asked Mark.

"Refrigerator, oven, big screen TV," said Dave, looking at the clipboard in his paws.

"What? No washer and dryer?" joked Mark.

"Oh, don't even get started with me," said Dave. "Come on, we gotta go load that stuff up."

Once the truck was loaded up, Mark and Dave were told to go ahead with the scheduled delivery. Mark was glad that he could be back in a vehicle with working air conditioning. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the heat wave they were experiencing was making riding around in a hot car almost insufferable. Here, he was calm, cool and relaxed.

"You catch the game last night?" asked Dave, who was driving the truck.

"Yeah," said Mark. "Pretty good one."

"I haven't seen Houston play that good in a long time," remarked Dave. "Looks like they're finally getting back in the game."

"I guess," said Mark. "You mind if I put on some music?" asked the wolf, getting his mp3 player out from his pocket.

Dave gave him an irritated look. "Fine," he said. "But if you start playing 'Money For Nothing' again, I'm going to bitch slap you."

"Why?" asked Mark, grinning at his co-worker. "You got something against installing microwave ovens and moving refrigerators?"

"No," said Dave. "I just don't need a song to remind me of what we do for a living."

"You should have learned to play the guitar," joked Mark.

"Mark, I swear," said Dave, growing more impatient by the second.

"Oh, Lighten up, you big grouch," said Mark. "It's a beautiful day, albeit a hot one, and we're both gainfully employed. What's not to like?"

"Having an obnoxious co-worker sitting by me," growled Dave.

"Whatever," said Mark, who decided to select a different song to listen to.

It took over half an hour to get to their first delivery of the day. The two wolves had been to this area before. "Pleasant Oaks" housing edition was certainly no low rent district. Mark looked out his window, seeing the palatial houses with their perfectly manicured lawns. Mark wished he could live in a place like this, but that was just a pipe dream. All the residents of this neighborhood were surgeons, lawyers, film producers--all professions that paid way more than Mark or Dave could ever make.

"What's that house number again?" asked Dave, looking at each house they passed by.

"One forty-seven," answered Mark after looking at the clipboard.

"Here we are," said Dave, pulling into the driveway of the correct house. Just like all the other houses in the neighborhood, the place was enormous and perfectly maintained. Mark volunteered to get out of the truck and ring the doorbell to make sure someone was actually home. Walking up the door, he rang the bell, and took a couple steps back. He learned long ago that it was better to not be standing right against the door, as some might see that as an act of aggression. Better to maintain a comfortable distance. He could hear footsteps from inside before the door opened.

"Yes?" asked a vixen standing in the doorway.

"Mrs. Dundee?" asked Mark.

"Yes?" said he vixen again.

"I'm Mark and that's my partner Dave getting out of the truck. We're here to install your new appliances."

"Oh," said the vixen, brightening up. "Please, come right in."

Mark walked inside, feeling the cool air against his fur. As splendid as the house was from the outside, it was even more so on the inside. Mark looked at the walls, seeing several oil paintings. He was no art expert, but he had sense enough to know that they were probably very expensive pieces. The furniture and tables looked to be top of the line. Looking underneath his feet, he noticed he was walking on Persian rugs. Quickly, he looked at the sole of his shoes, hoping that he hadn't tracked in any dirt from the outside. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the kitchen.

"Are you boys going to take away the old appliances?" asked Mrs. Dundee.

"Yes, ma'am," answered Mark, looking at both the oven and the refrigerator, trying to find where to disconnect them. "I'll have to take care of these before we can bring in your new ones."

"That's fine," said the vixen. "And feel free to call me Angela."

Mark turned around, seeing the vixen smiling at him. He was expecting her to be a humorless, stuck up creature, which was often the case when dealing with those of immense wealth, but the vixen, who appeared to be in her mid forties seemed to be much different. As Mark worked on disconnecting the old appliances, Dave had managed to bring in the big screen television all by himself and was busy setting it up in the living room. Angela sat on the kitchen counter, watching Mark at work.

"Could I offer you boys something to drink?" asked the vixen.

"I wouldn't mind some water," said Mark.

"Alright," said Angela, taking a glass out of one of the cupboards. "I've already taken out all the food and ice from the refrigerator, so it's just going to be tap water."

"Not a problem," said Mark.

Angela filled the glass almost to the brim before giving it to the wolf. Mark thanked her and quickly gulped it down. Handing the glass back to the vixen, he decided to begin a friendly chat with Angela.

"You have a very lovely home, Angela," he said.

"Thank you," said the vixen.

"What do you and your husband do for a living?" asked Mark.

"My husband's a cardiologist," answered Angela. "He's at some medical conference all week, so I'm stuck here by myself like usual."

"I see," said Mark, rising to his feet. "Well, those are out now. I'm going to get Dave so we can haul these out of here and get your new ones installed."

"Take your time," said the vixen, giving him a sweet smile.

Mark went and got Dave, who had the presence of mind to bring in a dolly to help with the removal of the old stuff. Angela was courteous enough to move some of the rugs and other things out of the way so that the wolves had a clear path to and from the kitchen. As big as the appliances were, Mark and Dave made quick work of it, having done this sort of thing more times than either of them cared to think about. It just under an hour, the two wolves had removed the old appliances, installed the new ones, and set up the new television. The lady was so impressed with their work, she went for her purse, giving Mark and Dave each a one hundred dollar bill. The wolves were genuinely impressed with such a large gratuity.

"Thank you," said Dave and Mark together.

"My pleasure," said Angela. "You boys have anymore deliveries today?"

"Not until this afternoon," said Mark.

"Well," said Angela, directing them to one of the couches. "How about you stay here and keep me company?"

Mark and Dave both looked at each other with confusion, but having nothing better to do, they agreed to keep Angela company. Angela sat in a chair directly across from them.

"So you boys been doing this for very long?" asked Angela.

"About four years," said Mark. "Ever since I got out of high school."

"Same here," said Dave. "Mark and I were in the same class in school."

"Is that so?" said Angela. "You play any sports?"

"Football," said Mark. "Me and Dave both."

"You certainly look like you have the bodies for that kind of thing," said Angela, her smile now turning to a grin. "I suppose you boys get compliments like that all the time."

"Occasionally," said Dave, blushing.

"We usually just do our job and leave. Some people barely say a word to us. You've been very kind to us, Angela."

"I was wondering if you two might be willing to do me a favor," said the vixen.

"Like what?" asked Mark.

"If I might ask a personal question; are you the two that delivered the new oven to Mrs. Morris a few months ago?"

"Is she a cheetah?" asked Mark.

"Indeed she is," said Angela. "She told me all about you two. Everything."

Mark and Dave could feel themselves blushing when Angela mentioned what had gone on between them. The vixen grinned even wider than before. "You know, my husband's at that conference all week, and knowing him, he's probably picked up some cheap whore to join him at his hotel room. That rotten bastard."

"Sorry to hear that," said Dave.

"Oh, don't worry about him," said Angela. "I've been living in a dead marriage for years now, and what he does with those whores doesn't even phase me anymore. However, I have needs to."

"Are you asking what I think you're asking, Angela?" said Mark.

"I am," she said. "You boys interested in making some extra money?"

"Of course," said Dave.

"You bet," seconded Mark.

"Then follow me," said Angela. Mark and Dave did as they were told, following Angela upstairs into the master bedroom. Angela turned on the lights, revealing an enormous room with a king size bed in it. With no one else in the house, the vixen didn't even bother closing the door behind her. Still grinning, she slowly caressed the chests of both wolves. Both Mark and Dave could feel themselves getting quickly aroused by her attention. Though in her forties, Angela still had a smoking hot body for her age, and any guy would be lucky to get a piece of her. Removing her paws from their bodies, Angela slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting the boys get a better view of her sizable rack.

"Like what you see?" she asked, her voice dripping with sexual lust.

"Uh huh," they said together.

"How about you do me a favor and get out of those clothes, hmmm?"

Mark and Dave did as they were asked, stripping themselves of their brown uniforms and other clothing until they were completely nude. Angela looked back and forth at both wolves' packages, which had already risen to prominence.

"Oh my," said the vixen, not at all disappointed with what she saw. "You boys are making this even more fun than I thought." Angela stripped the rest of her clothes off and climbed into bed, lying on her side, looking even sexier than before. Mark and Dave looked at her gorgeous green eyes as she fluttered her eyelashes. Her tail gently waved back and forth, beckoning them to come to her. She patted the bed, wanting them to lie down next to her. Mark got on her right, while Dave took the left. Angela closed her eyes, feeling the young muscular wolves bodies pressing against hers. She licked at each of their faces, making them lick back at her face. Angela groaned lightly as she felt the strong paws of both wolves fondling her breasts, squeezing them. Mark lowered his muzzle on the vixen's right breasts, suckling on it. The sudden move made Angela jerk up, but not out of fright, instead it was so pleasurable to her. Dave took it even further, rubbing the vixen's clit with his paws. This only drove the vixen wilder. Whatever they gave her, she only wanted more and more. Reaching her paws over, she grabbed hold of each of their hardened members, giving them a good rubbing. With all the passion getting so intense, Angela finally got up, only to get back on the bed on all fours.

"Mark, get behind me. Dave you bring that cock of yours over here to my lips. You boys better play rough with me," she ordered them. Wasting no time, Mark got behind the vixen and spread her cunt lips apart before inserting himself, making Angela yell. Being a vixen, she wasn't used to having such a big cock inside of her. Mark banged away at her pussy while Dave could feel the vixen's lips wrap around his member and quickly sink into her mouth. Remembering what Angela said about playing rough, Dave grabbed hold of the vixen's head, making her face fuck him. He could hear her slurping and almost gag as he pumped hard at her face. Mark kept thrusting his dick in and out of the vixen's cunt, which was surprisingly tight. It must have been quite some time since Angela and her husband had gotten together, but that only made things more enjoyable to the young wolf. He pulled at the vixen's tail as he fucked her, giving her ass a hard slap from time to time. Impaled from both ends, Angela was having a blast. She hadn't been touched in so long, and to have two big, strong, well-hung young males fucking her was a dream come true. Angela came close to orgasm when she felt Mark stick his paw inside her ass, thrusting in and out just like his cock was doing at the moment. Dave kept face fucking her, feeling his cock being rammed down her throat. He closed his eyes, admiring how well the vixen could suck a dick. The bed creaked from all the commotion, and if someone had been directly beneath them, they would have certainly figured out what was actually going on upstairs. The feeling was just so intense for Dave, who was now close to cumming. With one final thrust, he buried his entire length down the vixen's throat as he shot his load. Her throat was coated with the sticky semen of the wolf before sliding down into her stomach. Dave pulled out, seeing Angela pull Mark's cock out from her pussy. Lying on her back, she watched as the wolf got on his knees, spread her legs apart and reinserted himself. Mark watched her breasts bounce around as he fucked her harder than ever before. He lowered himself forward, feeling Angela's claws digging into his back. Driven to the point of near insanity, he lowered his muzzle on her neck and nipped at it. She screamed, begging him to keep fucking her. Sweaty and near exhaustion, Mark held back as long as he could, but finally blasted inside of her just as she screamed during the throes of her own orgasm. Mark slowed his pace until he came to a complete stop. With both wolves drained, Angela kept lying on the bed, still light headed from the roller coaster sex ride she'd just been on.

"Oh," she said. "You boys were great. How about you go over to the dresser and get me my purse?"

Mark got up and retrieved the vixen's purse. Angela got up, sticking her paws inside the handbag. If Mark and Dave had been pleasantly surprised at a one hundred dollar tip each, they were completely floored when she gave them each an additional four hundred dollars. Dave looked at the clock on the wall, seeing what the time was.

"Hey, we need to go get lunch before the next delivery," he said.

"Right," said Mark, going for his clothes.

"Are you boys leaving already?" asked Angela, a sad expression on her face.

"Sorry, but we need to get something to eat," said Dave.

"Stay right here," said Angela. "I'll fix you something to eat and later we can enjoy some . . .desert. Besides, I wouldn't mind you boys coming over everyday this week. As you can see, I'm very charitable."

Mark and Dave looked at each other, grinning. It looked like Mark would be able to get his air conditoner fixed sooner than he thought.