Tina's Story- Chapter 86- Gray Muzzles-A Gray Muzzle story
Tina's Story- Chapter 86- Gray Muzzles
Author's note: The following story began with an idea offered to me by Dasher Cheetah. Tossing some story ideas around, Dasher suggested : "Ever think about doing yiff with older characters? Hey, ever think about Stan and Georgette 'doing it'?" I thought about it. Senior sex is one of the things that we seldom see here. Hardly ever do we have characters having sex past the age of thirty. So, why not? Good idea, Dasher! So, here it is, his idea put to pen.....
Stanley! Dinner!
Stan Russel was out in his workshop. Under a flickering shop light, Stan gazed intently at the innards of an elderly can opener, it's gold exterior revealing it's age. It really made no sense to fix the old thing, but with retirement, Stan liked to keep busy. Besides, it suited his frugal nature. Having heard his wife's call, the big, black Poodle took off the magnifier he was wearing and laid it on the workbench. Wiping his hands on a well-used rag, he threw the switch for the overhead lights, and headed back to the house.
Georgette Russel was finishing preparations for the families evening meal. There was a Pot Roast resting on the stovetop. Georgette had set two places at the dining room table. There was the good linen tablecloth, and she had lit candles in the candelabra that they got as a wedding gift years before.
'Look at the time!" Stan said, talking to himself "Time flies in the workshop."
Stan looked up to see his wife Georgette. Georgette was a white Poodle hybrid, about forty years old. She had just had her hair done, in the big, ornate, showing style favored by Poodles a few years back. She had her mane teased to an incredible height, with matching puffs of teased hair at the ends of her long ears, matching the white ball at the end of her docked tail perfectly. Wearing a neat, though inexpensive flowered dress, Georgette could still be considered pretty, if a bit out of date. Stan, by contrast wore old jeans and a flannel shirt, both of which needed washing. He debated whether to wash up before dinner.
"Almost ready, Stanley" Georgette called cheerily.
Stan surveyed the scene with wonder. His wife was a decent homemaker, and kept the house in good order. She was a fine cook as well. Still, a weeknight dinner was typically meatloaf, potato, and a vegetable, served on plastic dinnerware, at the kitchen table. A meal like this was usually reserved for guests, or special occasions.
'Uh, are we, uh having people over?' Stan asked, nervously
'No, dear; just us. Maybe you'd like to wash up, and change from your work clothes...'
Stan nodded, more confused than ever. He left to clean up. While he was gone, Georgette arranged the table with great care. Taking out her mother's china, she set the roast on an ornate serving platter. Each side dish was given the same treatment; she even put little garnishes on things. Georgette even took out the silverware, which had not seen the light of day since Tina had left home. She stepped back and survey the scene. Yes, everything was as she would have it. As she dimmed the lights, and removed her striped apron, Stan descended the stairs.
Stan wore neat tan slacks, and a lavender polo shirt that Georgette gave him for his last birthday. Stan was as dressed up as he'd ever get, save a wedding, or a funeral. She smiled when she saw him.
"You look nice, Stanley."
Georgette ALWAYS called him Stanley. Always had. When they had met years ago, Stan was so much older, that Georgette always felt like she had to talk up to him, like he was the adult. Marriage had never changed this deeply engrained habit.
"You look nice, too" he replied, with a bit of nervousness in his smile.
They sat down to eat, saying little. Each of them sensed that something was going on, something neither of them really understood. After she had eaten, Georgette spoke.
"Do you find me attractive." She asked, meeting his eyes.
"You know I do." He answered quickly
"What I mean is, not as your wife, as a woman."
Now Stan understood exactly what she meant. Stan and Georgette began their union in great passion. Quickly, however, family and economic concerns seemed more pressing. In those days, a hybrids life was hard. The Russels were better off than most. Stan had had a good job before they married. He worked hard, and put his money toward a house, and private school for their daughter. During those years, Georgette fell into depression. With each year, she fell deeper into the illness, until it consumed her. Completely homebound, Stan took car of both her and Tina.
Last year, the veil lifted. Maybe it was Tina learning the truth about her birth. Maybe it was becoming a grandmother. Most likely though it was almost losing her husband to a heart attack. For whatever reason, her life turned around. She was happier, friendlier. She worked on her appearance. She quit smoking. And she rejoined life with an increased appreciation of Stanley. But much had been lost over the years, Georgette needed to know how much. She gazed into his eyes....
"uh..."
Stan was tonguetied. He knew what his wife was getting at, but he didn't know how to respond. Sensing this, Georgette came to him. She moved over, taking his hand.
"Remember when we met? How we would risk anything just to see each other? How you risked going to jail for one night of love? Do you remember the night in the park, Stanley? How we made love by the pond all night? Was there ever anything so wonderful? Stan, I want to feel that way again! Call me a silly old woman, but I want to feel like.....like that girl felt that night. Ive....I've not been that wife. My fault. Losing you opened my eyes. I told God that if He gave you back to me, that I'd change. And he did!
Georgette sat on Stan's lap
"Be my lover again...."
Stan looked into Georgette's eyes. He saw the love he had seen as a younger man.
"Hon, I don't know. Since the accident....."
She took his other hand.
"The doctor said it was OK...he even gave you those pills, in case you needed them. Stanley...please?"
He smiled back. They took the dishes to the kitchen without a word. With the food put away, she turned to him.
"Give me a few minutes, to make myself pretty?"
Stan smiled, and nodded. Georgette kissed him, and went upstairs. Stan cleaned the dishes, then he went to the bathroom. He shaved carefully, and put on cologne. He took a blue pill from the medicine chest, and took it with water from a Dixie cup. He then pulled off his shirt, and slipped off his trousers, hanging them on a hanger on the back of the door. It was then he heard Georgette call
"Stanley?"
Deliberately, Stan walked the few steps from the bath to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway. The bedroom was dimly lit, the light of two candles being the only source of light. There was a bottle of wine, and two glasses on the bedside table. Georgette leaned against the headboard, propped up on extra pillows. Stan had never seen his bride like this. Her White mane was poofed perfectly. She lay atop the covers, her legs spread slightly. She wore nothing but a short black lace top, open in the front. Her sex was covered with a tiny black lace thong. Stan stared at his bride. He had never seen her like this. The black thong was a stark contrast to her pure white fur. White Poodles yellow with age; Georgette, even at forty, was pure white.
"Coming in?" she asked
Stan walked to the bed, where he paused.
"Do you want something, or are you just happy to see me?" she giggled
Looking down, Stan realized that he was out of his sheath, and sticking out the front of his striped boxers. Georgette leaned over, and gently took him in her paws. She looked directly at his sex, smiling. She stroked his sex, softly and lovingly. As moisture appeared at it's tip, Georgette took it, and rubbed it over his pink organ. With a twinkle in her eye, she leaned in, and kissed his sex.
"Do you like it, Stanley" she asked, hopefully.
Stan smiled, and nodded.
"Then, would you like to join me?" she inquired, inviting him in.
He lay down next to his wife. Georgette kissed him, then returned her attention to his sex. With small, cat like licks, she teased and aroused his maleness. Stan lay back, totally lost to the moment. It was then that Georgette straddled him, facing his penis. Georgette took Stan's penis in her mouth, her sex inches from Stan's muzzle. His penis slipped between Georgette's large canines. Her tongue lapping at it's underside. She then began to bob her head back and forth. She settled into an easy rhythm, back and forth, in and out of her long snout. All this time, Georgette's sex was inches from his nose. While enjoying the oral, the aroma of her excited sex was intoxicating. Stan shuffled the pillows so as to pick his head up a bit. He was then able to access his wife's sex. Tentatively at first, Stan kissed the black satin covering his wife's pussy. As he kissed, Georgette leaned back, pressing into each kiss. She squirmed and wiggled to maximize each contact. Never did she stop her attentions to his hot sex. Stan was now big enough so that his penis bounced off the back of her throat. Stan moaned, the memory of long ago pleasures alive again. He lapped hungrily at her sex, much to her approval. Finally, Georgette's incessant wiggling suggested to Stan what she really wanted; he pulled her thong aside, and thrust his long, wolf like tongue where it belonged. It went straight into Georgette's hot vagina, where it was warmly welcomed. Her own climax imminent, Georgette supplemented her sucking on Stan's cock with some vigorous strokes to his shaft. Stan's organ exploded in her mouth, long strings of hot cum coating her palate. While Stan came, he buried his black snout between Georgette's white cheeks, his entire face planted in her ass, until he felt her orgasm pass....
Georgette lay safe and warm in her Stanley's arms.
"This is how it felt....that night in the park. I never thought I'd be so.....satisfied in all my life! I never wanted us to leave."
"Neither did I" Stan added
Georgette lay on his shoulder murring softly. In time, they shared some wine, talking of that first night, the night that Tina was conceived. Then Georgette turned to Stan.
"Stanley? Mate me! Just like that night. I want to feel like that young girl again......"
Georgette lay on the bed, her legs open, her sex still covered.
"Where did you get these?" Stan asked
"Your niece" Georgette giggled "I told her what I had planned, and she 'loaned' them to me..."
'I'm having sex with someone in borrowed underwear' Stan laughed
"Better than back then" Georgette replied
"I remember" Stan answered "Bitches in heat didn't wear any. I should have been warned."
"You wouldn't have cared"
"No. I wouldn't have."
He pulled her panties down carefully, slipping them off her foot, then inhaling their heavenly aroma. Georgette was now completely exposed. Moving between her legs, Stan lowered himself, as Georgette guided his organ home. He lay atop her, and began to stroke, in and out. His wife was so warm, so moist. He closed his eyes, remembering intercourse with Georgette. That night in the moonlight. A little white
Poodle bitch, offering her sex, much as she offered herself tonight. As they made love, Georgette began to moan and move about, clawing at him. As her time came closer, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in tighter. Now, she had her arms around his chest, her cheek pressed tight against him.
"Stan, please....."
Georgette was sweating now. She bucked her hips hard, grinding her sex into Stan's pelvis. Georgette's arousal was very plain, and very arousing to Stan. As she again dug her claws into his back fur, Stan grimaced, then began pumping her vagina full of hot Poodle cum. Stan collapsed to her side, sweating, and totally spent.
"Good as the first time?"
"Better. I don't have to sneak home...."
In the weeks that followed, Georgette felt closer to Stan than ever. She just didn't feel well physically. She felt tired, listless, just kind of sick all the time. Stan, chastened by his own experience, insisted she get checked out. She went to their GP, who looked her over, and ran some tests. Georgette was sitting on the table in her paper gown, when the doctor returned:
"Congratulations!"
"What's there to be congratulated about?"
"You're pregnant,Georgette."