Black Tuesday
Black Tuesday
by Mog Moogle
The front door clicked several times as a key on the outside missed its mark. Faint laughter could be heard through the door as the keys clumsily fell into the lock. After several attempts, the door lock finally turned and the knob moved to open the mechanism. The door budged as it was shouldered, but only went as far as the deadbolt would allow.
Before the operator on the outside of the door had a chance to fumble at getting the deadbolt unlocked, the other fur with her took the keys away and unlocked it for her. The knob operated again and the door flew open. Karen nearly fell onto the ground as her weight pushed the door open. She caught herself in a stagger before collapsing and leaned against the wall in the foyer for support.
"Be careful, Mrs. Kilmers." Echoed a deep masculine voice from behind her.
Karen laughed loudly and then suddenly stopped and cupped her mouth. She turned around toward the voice, almost collapsing again in the process.
"We gotta be quiet. Cody ... my son ... is sleeping." She said with a slur.
The keys pulled out of the tumbler and a cheetah, almost as tall as Paul with a very sleek build, followed her into the house. He had a silk shirt with the neck unbuttoned, a loosened silk tie and dress slacks. His suit coat had been discarded in the law office several hours prior. He had been Karen's paralegal secretary for the past two years.
He extended the keys to Karen, but as soon as she took them she immediately dropped them on the ground. Karen gasped in surprise at the sound of the keys hitting the floor. She bent over to pick them up, but collapsed on her knees and caught herself with her paws. The cheetah leaned down and put his paws under her arms to help her back up. As he pulled Karen up to her feet, she nestled in close to his chest for support. She giggled as she tried to haphazardly put the keys into a small pocket on her suit skirt.
"Mrs. Kilmers, are you going to be okay?" The cheetah asked with genuine concern at the state of his boss.
"Oh yeah. A'course I am. Er, I mean I will ... be." Karen lifted her keys up to the cheetah and started to put them in his breast pocket. "You should take these. I don't think I can drive home."
"I already drove you home, Mrs. Kilmers."
"Oh ... well we gotta be quiet then. Cody is asleep."
"Yes ma'am." He replied a little annoyed.
"Keith, we's been working with others for two years now. Call me Karen."
"Uh, yes ma'am. I will if you still think so tomorrow."
"Why wouldn't I?" Karen asked with a slightly annoyed tone. "Did I ever tell you that my husband lives here?"
"Uh, yes ma'am. I met him at the Christmas party." Keith replied as he tried fruitlessly to lift Karen more to her feet, but the smaller rabbit just nestled in closer and even started to nuzzle at his chest. "Speaking of your husband; maybe we should get him so he can help you to bed."
"Ha!" Karen scoffed loudly. "That bunny couldn't help me in bed if his life were ... depending on helping. In bed."
"Uh ... yeah well, I still think we should go get him. Maybe you should sit down here and I'll go get him."
"He's supposed to be working now. He got some fancy new job and now he thinks he can tell me what we're doing. Well, I'm telling you that he's not telling me what we're doing. In fact, he can't tell me nothing!" Karen ranted. "I ... He told me that he doesn't love me!"
"Mrs. Kilmers, I don't think-"
"No! It's what he said!" Karen nearly screamed. "Why can't I have a man like you? Someone strong and kind. I'll bet you know how to help a woman. You always help me."
"Mrs. Kilmers-"
"Call me Karen, Keith." She paused and started to giggle. "Karen Keith. That's kind of a tongue twister."
"Ma'am ... Karen. I need to get you to bed. Where's your bedroom?"
"It's over here." Karen replied as she stood up as best she could and turned around.
Keith kept his paws on her shoulders so she wouldn't topple to the floor. Karen braced a shoulder against the wall as she began to walk forward. She made a sluggish left turn out of the entry way into the hall. Keith had to steady her so she didn't fall over as she tried to walk down the middle of the hall, but she quickly was braced against the wall again.
Moving painfully slow, she eventually made it to the end of the hall and began fumbling with a door knob. Keith pulled her back from the door a bit and reached around her to open the door as he hoped she wasn't stumbling into a broom closet or some such by mistake. To his relief, it was indeed a bedroom. The moonlight poured in through the half closed window blinds and illuminated a neatly made bed.
Keith gently nudged her forward into the room and then over to the bed. Karen turned around and sat down on the edge but nearly slipped off. Keith caught her and kept her from planting her rear squarely on the floor. Karen started giggling again and pressed her muzzle up against Keith's midsection. He could feel her nuzzling at his crotch and inhaling his scent through his slacks. He hurriedly pulled her keys out of his pocket and put them on the nightstand. He then tried to turn away from Karen but she held him tightly.
"Mrs. Kilmers, I need to go." He said nervously.
"Don't be silly. You can stay and have a drink."
"Uh, no. I don't drink, ma'am."
"Fine. You can at least lay down here and relax a little." Karen paused as she pressed her muzzle firmly against Keith's sheath. "I can tell how much you want to. I can tell because I want ... Oh god, I want it."
"No!" Keith said abruptly. "Ma'am, I really need to go."
"Don't be silly." Karen lifted her paws to his belt and tugged on it. "You look at me in the office. I always have to be so ... faithful. But, it's been so long."
"Mrs. Kilmers-"
"Karen!" She snapped.
"Karen." He forced with a sigh. "If I don't leave, we'll regret it. I know we will. I have a girlfriend, you have a husband."
"I smell it." Karen said quietly. "My husband doesn't do it. Your girlfriend doesn't do it. I can smell it. Please let me." Karen tugged harder on his belt.
"Dammit! Let go! Karen ... let go now!" Keith paused for a moment and then stopped trying to pull away. "Fuck!"
Keith put his paws on Karen's and pulled them away from his belt. He quickly unfastened it and worked his button and zipper open. With another quick flick the metal clasp behind the button was loose and Karen was looking at a tight pair of white underpants with a very uncomfortable looking bulge and a large wet spot near the top.
"Oh god! It's so intense. I ... I want to taste it." Karen begged.
"Fuck! This is so wrong." Keith said as he put his thumbs in the elastic band of his underwear and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing a full erection that was twice the girth of Brad's and nearly three inches longer with exotic looking barbs around the tip.
Keith put his paws on the back of Karen's head and pulled her muzzle to the pre soaked tip. Karen wasn't exactly sure what to do. She had never done anything like this with Brad, and her impaired thought process wasn't helping the situation any.
"Suck on it." Keith demanded. "Suck it like it's the best thing you ever tasted. You did this to me, now you have to fix it."
Karen opened her muzzle but Keith didn't wait for her to go at her own pace. He pushed it into her mouth as deep as it would go. Karen nearly gagged, but for some reason she was able to resist the reflexed urge.
"I told you to suck it!" Keith barked.
Karen closed her eyes and murmured with the alien cock in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the base and suckled as hard as she could. Keith tensed his thighs and backside as he let out a long moan. As soon as he began to relax, he eased back until just the spiny tip rested on her tongue and then thrust back in. He was well beyond the point of going slow and being gentle. If Karen was going to beg him to cheat on his girlfriend then she was damn well going to take it like the needy slut she was being.
Karen suckled and slurped as the pre leaked from the small opening onto her tongue and the spines tickled her taste buds. She worked her thighs back and forth together as he crevasse began to get more and more slick with her own desire. Then something completely unexpected happened. She moaned loudly and felt her muscles contract. Her whole body began to shiver and quake. She was having an orgasm without even touching herself. Keith paid little mind to it as he humped against her muzzle, forcing her to continue suckling and tasting his pre.
"Hot mouth." He hissed. "Fucking hot mouth."
All Karen could do is mumble and agreement and continue servicing him. She had never felt pure lust like this. Keith was being rough and almost downright mean, but something about being used by someone so masculine just made even her alcohol numbed senses go wild. She would have been content to keep his member in her muzzle all night, but she was pushed back as he pulled it free from her mouth. He put his paws on her shoulders and pushed her down to the bed.
"No ... please. I want more. I want to taste more." She begged.
"Quiet." Keith demanded as he lowered himself to his knees.
He slid his paws up her thighs and gripped her nylon pantyhose and pulled them down. Karen felt her skirt get forced upward as Keith pushed his head between her legs and pressed his muzzle up against her moist sex. He pushed his rough feline tongue up against her labia and lapped at it. Karen's eyes shot open and she griped the comforter on the bed tightly. A long and lustful moan rolled out of her muzzle as she experienced her first ever cunnilingus.
Keith worked his tongue over and into her vagina with practiced skill. He would tease her pussy lips, then suck on her swollen clit nub, and then push inside her and hit a spot that she hadn't even ever found while masturbating that sent electric waves of pleasure through her entire body from her toes to the tips of her ears. It only took the feline half a minute to bring Karen to the second orgasm of her life induced by someone else. Her vaginal muscles contracted and a small stream of lubricant sprayed onto Keith's muzzle as she writhed and moaned in thanks to her young lover. Keith withdrew his muzzle and licked his lips clean as the orgasm subsided.
"Damn. I guess that husband really doesn't take care of his woman. I've never seen anyone cum that fast."
"Fuck ..." Karen moaned breathlessly.
"Don't worry, that's what's coming next." He replied as he roughly ripped her skirt down past her knees and then off over her shoes.
"So good. I can't believe..."
Keith ignored her lust glazed words and worked himself on top of her. Karen instinctively opened her legs and submissively surrendered in a missionary position. She was surprised that despite how hot her pussy was, she could actually feel the heat of Keith's member as he positioned the tip against her entrance.
With a smooth motion, the cheetah pushed his hips forward and his entire length slid up inside of her. Her walls stretched around him and she cried out as her nearly virgin tightness expanded. A little voice in the back of her head told her that it was wrong and that if he continued she'd never be able to even feel her husband's penis again, but a much louder voice in her loins threw the moral objection right out the window. Karen wanted to be bred like a woman should be.
"Keith! It's so big! Oh my god, take me."
Keith didn't need any encouragement, but the fact that his needy MILF boss below him was begging him to pound her insides out didn't mean that he didn't enjoy it. He pulled his length all of the way back out of her and slammed back in again. His body impacted against hers and then he repeated it in a frenzied rhythm like he was in rut. Karen wrapped her paws around his back and gripped his silk shirt in her paws.
Even in her drunken state, she bucked her hips back against his. The sensations were unbelievable. She could actually feel Keith bottom out inside of her. A silly thought crossed her mind as she thought about something she had read where a man big enough to hit the cervix was actually uncomfortable. For her it seemed, it did nothing but send her nearly comatose with bliss.
Her preconceptions about sex and its purpose quickly melted away as she began to realize that she was a creature built to fuck. If it hadn't been for the spines tickling her inner walls and the masculine form grunting as he claimed her as his own, she would have been terribly confused how her faith, her parents' and her own morals were all being thrown aside as she gave into lustful temptation. It was all overshadowed by how right the adulterous tryst felt.
Keith moved his paws to her breasts and roughly kneaded them through her suit coat and undershirt. The newly added sensation caused her muscles to contract once more and she was overcome by her third orgasm. Keith felt her vagina squeeze him and her natural lube squirt around his invading member.
"Oh fuck! Oh my god! Oh yes!" She cried out as she rode out the waves of ecstasy and felt Keith increase his pace even more.
The cheetah wasn't able to do much else however, as nearly three weeks of built up blue balls suddenly spilled into his boss. He pressed in and held himself firmly against her as jets of his cum shot deep into her married womb. It was a few moments before he could even think clearly again, and the first thought that ran through his head was how hot fucking another man's wife behind his girlfriend's back was. He eased his head back and looked down at the bunny underneath him. She was panting with her eyes closed and her blonde head fur seemed to radiate out like a halo. He leaned in and pressed his muzzle to hers and locked her in an eager passionate kiss.
"Mommy?" A small voice from the bedroom door echoed into the room and cut through the thick aura of passionate bliss like a sharp blade.
Both Keith and Karen snapped their eyes open and looked toward the door. Cody stood in his pajamas staring at the couple with uneasiness his eyes.
"Oh my god! Cody!" Karen cried out.
Keith quickly lifted himself off Karen and pulled up his pants, zipping them so quickly that he painfully caught his member in the zipper. After a brief moment to compose himself and shake off the pain, he backed up from the bed and against the wall on the far side of the room from the door. Karen's intoxication was suddenly absent as fear induced adrenaline rushed through her.
"Mommy? I heard you screaming. I thought you were hurt." Cody said as he began to make sense of the scene in front of him. "I ... I ..." He could feel tears welling up in his eyes.
Something about this was different to him than what daddy and Uncle Paul did. He didn't know what but something told him what was happening was wrong.
"Cody. Oh god, baby. I'm so sorry. I don't...." Karen paused as she suddenly began to cry. "I just... I don't know why... Oh god, you can't tell your dad!"
"But, this is..." Cody paused as he looked over at the cheetah and then back at his mother. "This is wrong?"
Karen sat up and quickly pulled her pantyhose over her exposed and now leaking sex. She continued crying but managed to tell Cody to go to his room and wait for her. Cody nodded and eased back out of the bedroom and then turned to run down the hall. He closed the door to his room behind him.
"Karen..." Keith called softly. "Er, Mrs. Kilmers. I think I should leave."
Karen couldn't respond. She just cupped her face in her paws and cried. Keith quietly slipped out of the room and made as hasty of an exit from the house as he could. The rabbit just sat there with her mind running. How could this have happened? Less than a week ago she felt so in control. Everything made sense. She was the head of the house and a faithful wife, and now everything was so uncertain. She was terrified.
It took her almost ten minutes to stop crying, and the thought of what was to come next made her feel nauseous. She eased up from the bed, but almost fell back down as her drunkenness hit her once again like a bulldozer. She collapsed back to the bed thinking to herself that the timing couldn't be worse. To top it all off, she didn't have the pleasant buzz from the alcohol, just the drunk.
She forced herself to her feet and walked over to the door with determination. She braced herself against the door frame but her cheeks heated with embarrassment as she suddenly felt the evidence of her tryst ooze out of her fuck slit.
"God dammit!" She cried. "Why? Why now? Why all of this now?" She cursed the ceiling. "I ... I have to talk to Cody. I have to tell him ... fuck. I don't even know what to tell him."
She put one foot in front of the other with her paw on the wall to keep herself from falling over. She stopped at Cody's door and leaned against it. With a soft knock on the door she stumbled away from it and rested her back against the wall opposite of it.
"Mommy?" Cody called softly from the other side.
"Yeah sweety. It's me. Can I come in?"
Cody's heart sank a little. His mother had never asked permission to come in before. It was something subtle and something he would normally dismiss if it were any other circumstance, but this time it just confirmed his suspicion that something really bad had just happened.
"Yeah. Come in." Cody called softly.
Karen opened the door and walked in with forced sobriety. Cody was lying on his bed facing the door. His cheek fur was slightly damp. He watched as his mother walked toward him, but jumped as she suddenly collapsed to her knees. Every single one of the night's events had taken a toll on her. She couldn't walk another step if she had to.
"Mommy!" Cody cried out as he leapt up from the bed and ran over to her.
He wrapped his small arms around her and tried to lift her to her feet, but she stayed slumped down like a dead weight.
"Mommy ... you are hurt, aren't you?" Cody asked concerned.
"No ... no sweety. I'm not hurt. Mommy is just ..." Karen paused as she looked up at Cody. "I'm just ... Oh god, Cody. I'm so sorry!" Karen again burst into tears.
"Mommy. Don't cry."
"This is all my fault. Everything is my fault!" Karen pulled Cody close to her and hugged him tightly.
Cody weakly returned the hug as his mother cried against him. He had never seen his mother behave this way and was trying his best not to cry himself. Before he could figure out what to do, he felt his mother slump over. He tried to hold her up but she continued until she was a soft pile on the floor. Her sobbing faded into soft breaths as she lost consciousness. Cody backed away while looking down at her.
He turned and ran out of his room and into the living room. He picked up the cordless phone from its base and pressed the talk button. Cody stared at the illuminated number pad for a few moments and then sat the receiver down on the end table that its base rested on. The small bunny realized that he didn't know his dad's phone number, but he also had a moment of clarity despite his panic and opened the small drawer on the end table.
He rummaged through the door briefly before pulling out a list of emergency numbers that his dad had made for him when he was younger. At the very bottom of the list in new ink was the new cell phone number for his dad. Cody picked up the receiver again and punched out the numbers. The phone began to ring. The tones chimed once, twice, a third time. Cody was beginning to worry that his dad wouldn't answer or that he had dialed the number wrong. Finally on the sixth ring the receiver clicked and there was a loud hum coming through the speaker.
"Hello?" He barely heard his dad's muffled voice answer.
"Daddy! Something is wrong with mommy. She's not waking up. She's on the floor!" Cody yelled frantically.
"Hold on, kiddo. I'm on the floor and all the machines are running. I can't here you. Let me just ..." Cody waited while he heard the hum dim and what sounded like a door close. "Okay, now what's going on Cody? You should be in bed."
"Daddy, it's mom. She is asleep on the floor and she's not moving. She was crying and then just stopped and she's not moving!"
"Whoa, okay kiddo. I need you to calm down and try not to yell into the phone. You're mom's on the floor and she's not moving?"
"Yeah." Cody replied with a forced hushed tone.
"Is she breathing?"
"Yeah, but I think she's hurt or something. She's never acted like this."
"Okay. What was she doing before that?" Brad asked as Cody heard background noise that sounded like someone going up stairs.
"She ..." Cody paused as he thought about what he had seen. "She doesn't want me to say."
"Doesn't want you to say? Okay. Did you see her drinking her grown up drinks."
"No." Cody replied but then pondered for a moment. "Her breath smells the way it does when she is though."
"Okay." Brad said with a sigh. "I have to tell my leads that I need to head home. I'll be there as soon as I can kiddo. Keep an eye on mommy and make sure that if she stops breathing or if she throws up and then makes gurgling noises that you call 9-1-1, okay?"
"Okay." Cody replied with a small sniffle.
"I'll be there as quick as I can."
"Okay" Cody replied and then listened as there was another click and then the receiver went silent.
Cody put the phone back on its charging base and put away the contact list. He slowly went back to his room and stepped inside. His mother was still on the floor and she was snoring softly. Cody walked over to his bed and sat down on it. He pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them and put his head down. His keen ears listened to Karen's soft breathing as he waited for his father to arrive.
His thoughts began to wander. He had realized what his mother and the cheetah were doing even though it was the first time he'd ever seen a male and female couple. He knew that what his dad and Uncle Paul did had to be kept a secret, but for some reason that never seemed like it was anything bad to him. He wasn't looking forward to the prospect of keeping yet another affair secret. Cody felt another tear well up in his eye and stream down his cheek. The next thing Cody knew, he felt a paw on his shoulder softly shaking him.
"Buddy, wake up." He heard his father's voice call.
"Daddy?" He asked groggily.
"Yeah, kiddo. It's me." Brad stood up and looked down at Karen on the floor. "I checked on your mother, I think she'll be okay. I'm going to try and get her back to bed."
Cody nodded softly and then watched as his father walked over to his wife and knelt down. He put one arm behind her head and braced her shoulders while he scooped under her legs with his other arm. With a bit of a strain, he lifted her up and rose to his feet. He took care not to bump her head on the door as he carried her into the hall.
Brad carried her into their bedroom and over to the bed. He laid her down as gently as he could. Karen mumbled something inaudible as he straightened her body out into a more comfortable looking position. As he was easing her legs out, he noticed that her skirt was absent. He eased back a little and looked down at her thighs where it used to be.
He canted his head a little as he looked at the discoloration from the dampness on her pantyhose. Brad carefully eased his paws up under the waistband of her undergarment and pulled it down to her thighs. The nylon peeled back and a small string of foreign semen still clung to it as it was pulled free of Karen's puffy recently-used vagina.
The unmistakable scent of another male's finish mixed with Karen's waned arousal wafted into his nostrils. Brad stood back erect and looked down at his wife. There was no emotion at this point. No outrage, no relief, no arousal, no provocation; at least, not yet.
Brad leaned back down and slipped off Karen's high heels and sat them on the floor. He then focused on her suit coat. He lifted her head and eased it off her shoulders, and carefully worked it off her arms as he took care not to disturb her. He hung the coat on the bedpost and then started to unbutton her undershirt. He repeated the process as with the suit coat and hung it on the bedpost as well. Brad gripped the waistband of the pantyhose once more and took them off Karen's legs.
After he discarded them on the floor, he stood back up and looked down at Karen again. She hadn't worn a bra as was obvious by her exposed breasts. He looked at her face as she inhaled and exhaled in her forcibly induced sleep. His eyes scanned her from her ears down to her feet. Brad nodded at her and then shook his head.
"You are a beautiful woman Karen." Brad whispered to her. "I can see why any normal man would desire you."