Voyeur
Voyeur
"Beep! Beep! Beep! ... Beep! Beep! Beep! " The black digital alarm clock sounded over and over, growing louder as time went on even longer. A small brown fur covered hand reached up and hit the alarm clock, missing the button to turn it off. The alarm continued to beep as the clock's red digital letters displayed the time "6:02."
Derek, the owner of the furry hand that had just hit the clock, quickly jumped out of bed so he could focus through the groggy morning feeling that came with just waking up.
Derek was a field mouse. He stood at about 5' 5" and had a rather lithe body. Light brown fur covered his body completely, excluding his ropey mouse tail and the bottoms of his hands and feet, those were pink and hairless.
Pushing the button to turn off the alarm, he glanced back into his disheveled bed.
Laying in bed with a pillow over her head to block out the alarm, was his wife, Jenna. Slowly she took the pillow off of her head and looked back up to Derek, giving him a gentle smile.
She was not a mouse, or even a rodent. Rather, Jenna was a husky. Her fur was orange and cream colored. The orange fur covering the main portion of her body, with cream color running down her lower jaw, chest, inner thighs, and along her curly tail. Her paws and hands were also colored in cream fur as well.
Jenna slowly got up from bed and kissed Derek, wrapping her arms lightly around him. She was a good five inches taller than him. "Good morning, husband." She said warmly. Derek sleepily replied, "Good morning, wife." She then kissed him again and let him go. "You better start getting ready for work, Derek."
Derek nodded and walked over to the door to the hall. As he opened the door, he looked back and called out, "Are you going to join me in the shower?" Jenna glanced over to the clock and then laid back in the bed, "No, there isn't enough time, and I'm still tired." Derek nodded his head, somewhat disappointed as he walked into hall.
Jenna called out as he was closing the bedroom door, "Tomorrow is our anniversary, Derek." Derek smiled and peaked out from the hall, he excitedly told Jenna "I've got us plans tomorrow, after I get home from work." Jenna smiled and shooed him back into the hall with a motion of her hand, "You don't want to be late today."
Derek quickly turned and went down the hall and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and took off his underwear. As the shower heated up to a reasonable temperature, Derek jumped into the hot water and stood still for a moment, letting the water run over his fur.
He closed his eyes as he began to lather a three in one body wash, conditioner, and shampoo through his fur. "Two years already?" Derek thought to himself. "Our families didn't think a dog and mouse would ever last even this short of a time!" He grinned and grabbed the shower head; angling it so that it rinsed off the soapy suds in his fur, "Sure showed them."
The mouse finished cleaning himself up in the bathroom; brushing his teeth and trimming his fur. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a damp towel around his waist and went back into the bedroom.
Jenna was laying in bed on top of the blankets, eyes shut, still wearing just her underwear. Derek smiled; if he had just a while longer, the mouse would have climbed on top of her and made love to her right then and there. So long as she was alright with it.
It had been a few weeks since they had last done anything at all, Jenna never seemed to be in the mood when they actually had time anymore. Of course, tomorrow was their anniversary. Things would definitely be different then. Derek would just have to be patient.
Derek got dressed, putting on a pair of black slacks, a dress shirt and black tie. He walked over to the large vanity mirror that was on the wall opposite the bed, checking to see how he looked. He glanced over to the reflection of Jenna in the mirror. "I'm going to get a bit to eat and then head off to work," he called out to Jenna. "Okay, have a good day at work." Jenna mumbled to him, only partially awake.
Derek headed over to the kitchen and glanced at the clock on the wall. The small hour hand on the clock was pointing between seven and six while the long minute hand pointed at five. _"7:25, I don't have time to eat." _
The brown mouse glanced around the kitchen and darted to one of the cupboards, his heart racing a little in the excitement of trying to leave on time. He pulled open the cupboard and rummaged through it, finding nothing he could eat right at that moment. Frowning, he decided he wouldn't have time to eat this morning.
Derek hurried out to his car and drove off. The traffic wasn't bad and the small brown mouse had managed to make it to work five minutes early.
Derek worked in a large call center for a company that dealt with computer problems. Although he himself was hardly a computer expert, there were simple instructions on how to deal with any call. Often times, Derek would find himself having to transfer calls to other departments. However, every once in a while, he would be able to help somebody with their problem.
Derek walked into the office building where he worked, clocked in, and took the elevator to the third floor, where his work space was located. He didn't care too much for his job. It was monotonous, many callers were angry, and he rarely was actually able to do anything other than transfer calls and put people on hold not long after giving his input. He spent all day inside a grey cubicle with a phone, computer, and list of instructions he told each caller.
However, it was work and he had to make money somehow.
Derek sat down in his chair and booted up his computer. As the account log in screen came to view, Derek noticed his manager standing at the corner of his cubicle. He was a tall rat with black and white fur, dressed in business attire similar to Dereks.
As he stared at Derek, the small mouse began to feel a bit uncomfortable and squeaked out, "Is there something you need?" The rat twitched his nose and then sighed, "Derek, will you come with me to my office?" Derek could feel his heart rate begin to speed up, unsure of what his manager wanted. He stood up and followed the tall rat to his office.
The rat opened the door up for Derek and closed it behind them as they entered. He then walked over behind the desk and sat down, staring up at Derek. "Please, take a seat." The small brown field mouse sat down in the chair across the desk from his manager.
"Now, Derek, I have some unfortunate news for you. The company has been having to downsize due to financial issues and sadly, we are going to have to lay you off." Derek's eyes lowered and he could feel his heart sink, having feared that this is what was coming.
"You're a good worker, Derek-" the rat continued, "I will gladly write a recommendation letter for you to help you find work elsewhere. We simply can't afford to keep you." Derek nodded his head in understanding. "I'm really sorry, Derek. I wish you the best of luck, though. You can take your things and go home now."
Derek sighed and stood up, he shook hands with his former manager and left the office. He went back to his desk, picked up some of his personal belongings and told his co-workers nearby that he had been laid off. They all wished him luck as well, patting his back and telling him their sympathetic words. None of it made a real difference to the mouse as he left.
Derek got in his car and started his drive home, thinking of what he should tell his wife when he got home. _"Maybe I shouldn't bother her with it until after our anniversary. That way we can still have a good time. It won't matter if I wait a little while before looking for a new job." _
Derek's stomach rumbled as he turned down the road towards his house, "Well, at least I can get something to eat now." He grinned a little at the silly thought of how that was a bright side to the whole ordeal. Derek decided he would go to the restaurant just down the road past his house and get food, then hang out there for the rest of his "work day" before coming back home, pretending like he was still employed.
As his house came into view, Derek noticed something odd. There was a red Subaru parked in the driveway. It didn't belong to either him or his wife, and none of the neighbors had one like it. However, it seemed familiar to him. Derek gasped as he remembered who the car belonged to. "That's Stephen's car!"
Stephen was Jenna's ex-boyfriend. While Derek was short, meek, and lithe; he was the opposite of the field mouse in almost every way. Stephen was a pit bull and carried on many of the stereotypes of one. Stephen was tall, standing at 6' 4" and intimidating with ample amounts of muscle from working out every other day.
"What's he doing here? I thought he was still on his tour of duty" Stephen had joined the military a few years ago when Jenna was still with him. It was the main reason for them breaking up since they would hardly see each other anymore.
The break up was a mutual decision for the two and they had remained friends even after Derek had came into Jenna's life. Derek didn't like Stephen too much, but respected his wife's wishes to remain friends with the pit bull. He was always friendly toward the pit, even though some of Stephen's humor didn't agree with him.
Bad thoughts ran through Derek's mind as he drove on past the house. He decided he definitely would not stop by home until later today, not wanting to find something he wouldn't like just before his anniversary. He went on to the cafe as he had originally planned, his mind racing.
A waitress showed him to a small table off in a corner where he sat and stared at the menu she had handed him. "Could Jenna be cheating on me with Stephen? Why would she do that? What is he even doing here?! No.. no... maybe it's something different. I will have to ask her about it. I don't want to ruin our anniversary though... I will just mention it to her. See what she says. I'm sure she's being faithful. We are married, she loves me-"
Suddenly a voice cut him off in mid-thought, "Sir, do you need more time?" Derek looked up at the waitress. She was a brown rabbit with long lop ears. She was holding a pen and pad, waiting to take his order.
Derek didn't really feel too hungry anymore, his appetite upset by his thoughts. "Can I just get coffee for now?" he asked the lapin. She smiled and nodded her head, "Of course, would you like to hold onto the menu for now?" He nodded his head and she walked off, coming back soon with the drink.
Derek spent the next 7 hours at the cafe, drinking coffee and thinking of a plan on dealing with the return of Stephen. He ordered a sandwich at one point, deciding that he needed to eat something today, but couldn't get himself to eat much of it.
As the waitress came back with the coffee pot, asking if he would like more, Derek glanced up at the clock in the cafe. "7:53" Finally, it was time for Derek to go back home. "No more, thank you. Can I get my bill?" The waitress smiled, "I'll ring you up at the register." Derek got up, following the rabbit to the cash register in the front of the cafe. He overpaid and told her to keep the change, then left for home.
Derek noticed the Subaru was gone as he pulled into his driveway. He went in the house and called out, "I'm home!" Jenna was in the living room watching something on TV. She smiled and got up to greet him, "Welcome, back. How was work?" Derek stretched his arms and lied, "Oh, it was the same as ever." Jenna grinned, "That bad, huh?"
She went off to the kitchen and came back with a paper bag. The husky girl's tail wagged slightly as she pulled out little take-out boxes from the bag and set them on the living room table, "I got us Chinese for dinner tonight." She started naming off what was in the containers as she pulled them out, "Almond-Fried Chicken. Fried Rice. Beef Lo Mein and BBQ Pork."
Jenna went back to the kitchen and came back with some plates and silverware, dishing up the food for the two. Derek smiled, "It looks delicious, thank you." Jenna smiled back, "You are welcome!" They sat on the couch and ate as they watched TV in silence.
After a while, Derek looked over to his wife, "So... I am pretty sure I saw Stephen's car today. Did you know he was back?" Jenna nodded her head, "Yeah, he stopped by the house, actually."
Derek raised his brows in surprise that she would admit that, he hesitated for a moment, his breathing picking up pace. "What did he stop by for?" Jenna glanced at Derek then back to the television, "To say hi in person. He finished his tour of duty a few weeks ago. I guess he has been staying at his parents' place in town while he's looking for a place of his own."
Derek let out a small sigh of relief, while she could be lying, there was no proof of it. Besides, it sounded plenty likely. For now, Derek decided he would believe her. He didn't need to worry himself over something that might not be happening.
His stomach rumbled and he realized he really hadn't been eating much at all the whole time. Jenna looked over at him, "Something wrong with the food?" Derek smiled at her, "Nope." He quickly ate his food, having hardly had a thing to eat the whole day, and even went for seconds. "Leave some for me!" Jenna laughed. "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning. This is all I really had today." Jenna glowered, "You need to stop thinking so much in the shower, otherwise you will be late some day."
The day turned to night and Derek and Jenna decided it was time to go to sleep. As they laid in bed together, Derek slipped his hands along Jenna's body. The pink skin on his mousy hands were soft to the touch as they ran through the canine's fur. Jenna idly stroked his tail, gazing off into the distance. While the skin of his tail was thick, it was also soft and velvety.
Derek kissed Jenna and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her eyes focused on him, "What're you doing?" Derek gave Jenna a confused look, "I'm undressing you." Jenna stretched her arms out and sighed, "It's late, you're going to need sleep so you can be up for work tomorrow. I don't want you sleeping through our anniversary." She grinned at him.
Derek frowned a little, "Not even a quickie, love?" Jenna shook her head, then kissed him, "Save it for tomorrow, it will be even better with all the anticipation." Derek thought for a moment and then nodded his head. He rolled over, pulling the blankets over him as he laid on his side, facing away from Jenna.
As the night went on, Jenna fell asleep, but Derek couldn't. Something was bothering him and his mind had started to wander again. _"What am I going to do tomorrow instead of work? I guess I could stay at the cafe again. Maybe I should look for work? What if Jenna is having an affair with Stephen? She could have easily left that part out earlier today. How would I know?" _
Derek's heart picked up the pace and his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself shiver as he thought about Jenna and Stephen. Stephen was by all means more attractive than him, even if Derek was Jenna's husband, would that really stop Stephen? The pit bull had a way of getting what he wanted, and he used to have Jenna.
Derek started to formulate a way to find out once and for sure if Jenna and Steven were having an affair. As the thoughts rolled around in his head over and over, he slowly fell asleep.
_Jenna had climbed on top of Derek in the night. She slowly wriggled and groaned on top of him. Derek wasn't completely sure what Jenna was doing, but he found it very enticing. He did nothing but stare up at her. She was completely naked. Derek's eyes traced along the creamy white fur that covered her chest and ran down along her inner thighs and the underside of her tail. The husky girl was completely naked. _
_He tried to reach up and grab his wife by the hips, wanting to hump against her, but for some reason he was unable to move. He was stiff as a rock and motionless. He glanced down, finding himself tied in place as Jenna's body rocked on top of him. _
_He looked back up to her and saw hanging over her shoulder another face. It was Stephen. His tongue hung out and a long strand of drool dripped down onto Derek's face as Derek realized what exactly was going on right now. Stephen was fucking Jenna, doggy style, right on top of him. _
Derek felt sick and tried his best to stop what was happening, but Stephen pulled a large pistol from somewhere and pressed it to the side of his head. "Jenna was mine and will always be mine, Derek. You're going to lay still and let this happen, or else."
_ The field mouse gave Jenna a frightened glance and she smiled at him, calling out to him, "Derek, it's okay. I am enjoying it a lot more than any time I was with you." She gave him a sweet smile and then let out a sudden gasp as Stephen rocked his hips, pushing deep into her._
He knew there was absolutely nothing he could do. So, he simply laid still feeling somewhat sick as the two canines fucked on top of him. Jenna's body rocked back and forth against Derek with each of Stephen's powerful thrusts.
_ Derek looked past the two, seeing the mirror on the wall. In the reflection of the mirror he could see everything. Stephen's strong muscular body was completely naked. Brilliant brown fur ran all along the pit bull's back. His paws, chest, and muzzle on the other hand, were white. _
The mouse's eyes traveled down along the dog as he humped his wife repeatedly, faster and faster. The small field mouse could fully make out Stephen's large cock. The fur on his sizable balls was white, just like his chest.
Jenna's skin rippled in the mirror with each of the pitbull's hard thrusts into her. Her head was lowered and her eyes were closed. She would gasp everytime Stephen rocked her body. She let out a long groan and quivered slightly. Stephen was speeding up, the audible sound of his sizable teste's slapping against Jenna filled the air.
_ Derek watched, sickened, yet unable to look away. He was almost hypnotized by the two large fur covered orbs as they bounced back and forth with each deep thrust into his wife. The pit bull's cock was buried right up to the massive knot that canines were known to sport. _
"Are you ready for this?" Stephen asked Jenna. The two-toned husky nodded her head eagerly, "Take me like I'm your bitch!" She shouted in earnest. Stephen growled loudly and gave her his hardest thrust yet, slamming her against Derek as his knot buried into her. Jenna screamed in pained pleasure as Stephen bit her neck.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! ... Beep! Beep! Beep!" The black digital alarm clock sounded over and over once again, rudely ripping Derek from his dream. The mouse leapt from his bed and slammed the clock, turning it off in one single hard blow. He was breathing haggardly and felt extremely sick.
The mouse glowered and stared down at the floor, feeling shame for the strange sexual dream he had. His gaze came to focus on his underwear and he realized just how turned on he was from the dream as well. His underwear sported a sizable tent. All five inches of Derek's length were standing at attention.
Derek blushed and felt even worse for being so turned on by the disgusting dream. He looked back to the bed. Jenna was sitting up in bed, woken up by both the alarm and Derek's sudden leap from bed.
After a few moments of waking up, Jenna glanced over to Derek, noticing his erection, "Have a good dream?" She chastised the mouse. Derek's cheeks were burning red beneath his brown fur. "Uh.. y-yeah, I g-guess." He quietly stuttered out to his wife. He then gave her a cheeky grin, sliding his underwear down to the floor, "Help me with this, hun?"
Jenna shook her head and gave Derek a stern look, "You'll get it later, mouse. Right now you need to get to work. Remember, you didn't even have time to eat yesterday. Go get ready." Derek frowned and stared down, thinking he should come out with the truth about losing his job.
"Happy anniversary, by the way." Jenna said. Derek looked up, remembering that today was their anniversary and he had plans. He would definitely be getting some attention later and he wasn't about to spoil their day with bad news. Derek smiled and squeaked out, "Happy anniversary, love. I better get ready for work!"
He ran out into the hall in just his fur and darted into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and hopped into the water before it had a chance to warm up. He shivered for a moment and stood back out of the stream as he let the water heat up.
Finally, the water reached the optimal temperature for the mouse. He stepped into the stream and stood still, letting the water run down over his fur. His thoughts ran wildly through his mind. "I hope Jenna enjoys herself tonight. I hope she will put out. She will definitely put out. What am I going to do all day that I am supposed to be at work?"
The mouse started scrubbing himself with his shampoo/body wash. He stood in the stream of water, staring down while the water ran over him, rinsing off the suds in his fur. _"What was with that dream last night? Is Jenna cheating on me with Stephen? How can I be sure?" _
He felt his loins stir for a moment and thought about taking care of business in the shower, "No, I don't have time for that. Jenna thinks I have to work today. Besides it will be better tonight if I am just patient. If she puts out. Why hasn't she ever been in the mood? Could it be because she is cheating on me with Stephen?"
The mouse frowned and felt somewhat discouraged as he turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack on the bathroom wall. Drying off, the mouse thought to himself, "I am going to find out for sure. If I catch them in the act today, damn the anniversary. She should feel bad, especially if she does it on our anniversary!"
Derek was scheming on how to catch Jenna and Stephen as he finished grooming himself; if they really were doing anything at all. He had all day to look out for it anyways, and if nothing happened, there was no harm in him wasting the day. After all, he had to pretend to be at work anyways.
As he stepped into the hall, he saw Jenna come out of the bedroom and head towards the bathroom. She looked at him and said, "I have to pick up a few things at the store today, I figured I'd get it done early in the morning while you are gone, since I am already awake."
Derek gave her a small peck on the cheek before she went in the bathroom, "Just make sure you are home when I get off work, love." Jenna laughed, "It isn't going to take much longer than an hour. I'll definitely be here the rest of the day!"
After Jenna closed the bathroom door, Derek's eyes lit up and his heart raced. He had come up with a plan. The field mouse darted to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. They were running low on groceries, but had just enough for a small breakfast.
Derek made himself some eggs and toast, pouring a glass of orange juice as well. He scarfed down the meal as soon as it was made and chased it with the orange juice. Looking up at the clock, he saw he was running "late."
He sped off out the door and to his car, fumbling the door open and climbing in. Derek turned on the ignition and drove off. Only, instead of going to work, Derek drove around the block.
He parked his car in the free parking lot near the cafe he had stayed in all day yesterday. The store wasn't in that direction and he doubted Jenna would have any need to come down that way.
There was a florist shop along the way back home that Derek stopped in. He bought a single red rose with an anniversary card and a box of white chocolates. Jenna was allergic to any other kind of chocolate.
The mouse walked down the block to his house once more. He hid himself around the corner of his house and waited silently. After a few minutes, the front door opened and Jenna came out. She was wearing blue jeans and a girly white tank top, holding her small black purse in her hands.
She walked over to her car, a red hatchback Focus, and fumbled in her purse for her keys. Unlocking the doors, she got in the car and backed out of the driveway. She turned and drove down the road away from where Derek was hiding, headed out to the store.
Once she was gone far enough down the road, Derek leaped around the corner and up to the front door of his house. Pulling his keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door and headed inside, making sure to lock it behind him.
Derek looked around the house, trying to think of a good place for him to hide. He went to the bedroom and stared at his bed. The frame their bed sat on was rather tall, holding the bed a fair distance off the ground.
Holding the anniversary gift close to his chest, he climbed under the bed and laid on his back, slightly propped up against the wall. There were a few large boxes that they had put underneath the bed when they moved in, unsure of what else to do with them. While it was plenty dark under the bed and unlikely that Jenna would check, Derek scooted the boxes in front of him, making sure he wouldn't be seen.
He set the flower, chocolates, and card down on the floor next to him. If Jenna hadn't been cheating on him or if she discovered him, he would simply play it off as a surprise anniversary gift. Now, all Derek had to do was wait.
Staring at the wall for what seemed an eternity, Derek was thinking of different ways to approach the coming situation. "You've been cheating on me! And on our anniversary! How dare you! I can't believe it!" He frowned, his heart beating quickly with the torrent of thoughts flooding his head, "I bought you this anniversary gift, and this is how you treat me?!" He was going to punch Stephen. Maybe not, Stephen would likely kick his ass. It was worth it though.
He also thought of the alternative, _"Happy anniversary, love! I got the day off early and thought I would surprise you! Enjoy your chocolates, they aren't real chocolate so you can eat them. We're going to go to dinner tonight and see that movie you've been wanting to see as well!" _
Derek smiled at the happier alternative, although for some reason, he just couldn't convince himself that that would happen tonight. He started to doubt that he wanted to do this after all, maybe he would be better off not knowing.
Suddenly, Derek's large sensitive ears perked up. He could hear the living room door open. He checked his watch, it had been an hour and twenty minutes. Jenna was home. He heard her walk into the kitchen. She was putting the groceries she had bought away.
After a couple of minutes, voices came from the living room. She had turned on the TV. Derek couldn't make out what she was watching, he only heard mumbled voices and music every once in a while.
Footsteps came down the hall, Jenna was headed to the bedroom. Loud music began to play and she stopped in her tracks. Her cell phone was going off. The music cut out as Jenna answered it.
"Hey." Derek was able to hear what Jenna was saying clearly now that she was in the hall. "No, he's at work." Derek gulped, she must've been talking about him to whoever it was on the phone. Derek's heart raced as one thought rang painfully in his head, "Stephen." Jenna's sweet voice bubbled over the phone "Oh, I guess you can if you'd like... Yeah, he won't be home until about 4:30." Click! Jenna hung up the phone and stepped into the bathroom, rather than the bedroom.
Derek had a fairly good idea of what was going on. Stephen was coming over and wanted to make sure Derek wasn't around to find out. "What if she is planning some kind of surprise? No, don't be in denial. It isn't likely. I'm going to have to wait and see for sure, though."
All Derek could really do now was wait to see what was going to happen. "Is Stephen really going to come over? Is he going to actually fuck my wife on our anniversary? That bastard.." The thoughts would never go. He heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. Jenna walked back out to the living room to watch tv.
The doorbell rang and Derek checked his watch. It seemed like it had been an eternity, but it was really only about fifteen minutes since Jenna had spoke on the phone. Derek was still supposed to be at work for another six hours or so. Jenna and Stephen, or whoever had arrived, would have plenty of time to do what they planned before he would be home.
The mouse sat silently in fear, listening carefully. He couldn't make out the words, but he could make out the voices as the door came open. One was Jenna and the other was unmistakably Stephen. It was only a matter of time now. Derek figured he should wait maybe ten or fifteen minutes before jumping out to catch the two, giving them plenty of time to get down to the dirty deed.
While he waited, he listened carefully. The TV turned off and two pairs of footsteps came down the hallway. The muffled voices came clearer as they drew nearer. The door came open and Derek peered out from behind the boxes under the bed, seeing Jenna walking backwards as the large pit bull advanced upon her.
Stephen looked just how Derek remembered. Large and intimidating. His shirt was missing and he was wearing a pair of denim jeans. His eyes were locked onto Jenna's as she spoke, "-I was wanting to give Derek a good time tonight."
Derek's heart fluttered, at least Jenna had some sort of feeling for him still. "What a pathetic way to think about what is going on!" Derek shouted at himself internally. Stephen grinned, sly and wicked, "You can still give him a good time."
Jenna sighed, "I'm never interested in him after I've already had you in the same day." Stephen's grin never left and his hands reached down to grope the husky's ass. "That son of a bitch is gonna get it" Derek could feel anger welling up inside him, yet he still couldn't get himself to move. It wasn't the right time.
"Poor baby.." Stephen said in mock sympathy. Jenna sighed, "It's our anniversary, you know?" Stephen chuckled and lifted the white tank top from Jenna's body. He tossed it on the floor, "It's your anniversary, huh? Then I've got an anniversary present for you..." He advanced on Jenna, forcing her to retreat backwards to the bed. Her bra fell to the floor in front of Derek.
The husky and pit bull paws were standing directly in front of Derek as Jenna spoke, "What is it?" The mouse could hear him whisper, "I'm going to ruin your bed." Derek's heart beat as fast as ever, all blood drained from his cheeks, leaving them pale beneath the brown fur. He was petrified in shock and fear; all other emotions had left his body as his wife's jeans and panties dropped to the floor in front of him along with the pit bulls jeans and boxers.
The same sickly feeling that had washed over him during his dream wrung his gut as Jenna's feet left the floor and Stephen's drew nearer to the bed. "I can never say no to you, can I?" Jenna asked rhetorically.
Stephen's response was loud and clear as the bed suddenly creaked and Jenna let out a loud gasp. The air was filled with haggard breathing and the sounds of the bed rocking. Derek couldn't think straight anymore. "This is really happening! I can't believe it! Right above me!" He peered out from under the bed and saw in the mirror a reflection of his dream.
Jenna was nude and laying on her back. Her legs were spread out wide in pleasure. Stephen was completely naked as well, and he was on top of her. His rippling muscles were visible through his vibrant brown and white fur.
Derek could see Stephen's large and clearly semen laden balls as clearly as ever while they rubbed along white fur of Jenna's tail with each thrust. Unlike the dream, Stephen had brown fur covering the two large orbs, however everything else seemed to fit in par with the mouse's imagination.
The bed shook above Derek as the pit bull ravaged his wife on it. All Derek could do was watch and listen as his wife gasped and moaned in pleasure. She rocked her hips in motion with the canine, something she had never done with the mouse.
She seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly. Derek would even say she was glowing with happiness as Stephen plunged in and out of her, his large knot bumping against her entrance with each thrust. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back. Her arms were wrapped around the pit's back and her hands held onto him tight, pulling him close to her.
The mouse finally got up enough nerve to tear his eyes away from the mirror and looked down at his feet. Anger and depression boiled through his brain. His stomach felt like it was falling from the Empire State Building.
However, it wasn't the only part of his body reacting to the scene above him. His eyes focused on his pants. He could see his own cock fully erect in his pants. While Derek felt extremely sickened by what was happening above him, he found himself extremely turned on as well. The conflicting emotions of lust and despair roiled through the mouse, fighting a deadly battle over which would dominate him.
There was no way Derek would ever build up the nerve to leave his hiding place as the two canines rutted over his head. He couldn't confront the large male who would probably beat him to a pulp without breaking a sweat. The mouse had made his decision, even though he hated it.
Disgusted, angry, and horny; Derek spit on his hands and reached down to stroke his length. He no longer cared about waiting for his wife to put out on their anniversary, it wasn't likely after what Stephen was giving her anyways. He didn't think he would really want it either.
Derek closed his eyes and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his length out and slowly stroking it. He listened to the sounds of the bed creaking and the groans of pleasure coming from Jenna's lips. It had been weeks since they had done anything at all and Derek was more than a little pent up. His hand stroke quickly as he imagined himself on top of Jenna, making her groan like that and rocking the whole world with his thrusts.
The mouse cupped his balls and almost let out a squeak of pleasure before he realized where he was. He then grabbed his tail and stuffed it into his mouth, the velvety soft flesh against his tongue would muffle any sounds he'd make. His soft hands quickly returned to what they were doing, one cupping his balls as the other stroked his length repeatedly.
Jenna gasped underneath Derek. Her soft body pressed snug against him. His mouth was filled with her fur; biting onto her neck. He slowly rubbed her breast; toying with one of her nipples and causing her to gasp and groan.
_ The mouse thrust into her entrance. She was tighter than usual, making him let out a muffled squeak in pleasure. Clearly the poor husky had gone without sex for a few weeks. It wasn't a problem for Derek, though. Jenna's arousal had made her rather slick, allowing the mouse to plunge into the tight space with ease. Derek even found it to be a bit more pleasurable, thinking to himself, "It is so much better when you have to wait for it."_
The husky's legs were spread out wide. She groaned and wriggled beneath him. The mouse responded by thrusting faster into her. He could feel that soft and warm fur of her tail rubbing along his balls with each thrust in. He tried to groan through his mouthful of husky neck. Jenna wrapped her arms tight around Derek and pulled him in, she didn't ever want to let go of the mouse.
"Get ready, Jenna." Stephen's voice growled out, ripping Derek from his fantasy of being with his wife. His eyes stared intently at the mirror reflection of Stephen as the pit bull gripped Jenna tight. He could feel his stomach dropping again. Regardless of the way he felt, Derek continued to paw his length.
His eyes were fixated on Stephen, or more accurately, Stephen's cock; rather than Jenna. Derek pawed faster and faster, feeling anger run through his body as his eyes constantly traced the canine's large knot and balls.
The pit bull pulled back and shoved inside of Jenna, burying himself deep and tying his knot with her. Jenna let out a loud squeal of pain and pleasure. She quivered violently as the large knot pushed inside of her. Her legs went from being spread apart to wrapped tightly around the canine. Her fingers gripped Stephen's back tight, pulling on the fur and skin. She let out a long groan and began panting heavily.
The sight sent Derek over the edge, giving him the largest orgasm he ever had. He had to bite his tail to keep from squeaking out loud as he shot multiple ropes of cum up into the air, hitting the bed above him.
Relaxing in the post-climatic bliss, Derek slumped against the wall, his eyes half shut. He glanced out at the mirror, seeing Stephen laying still on top of Jenna. The two canines were panting, their tails slowly wagging in sync with each other.
Stephen licked along Jenna's neck-line. His large smooth canine tongue ran up her neck and under her chin, then along her cheek and met with her lips. They locked lips in a rather passionate kiss that wouldn't break for a long time.
Derek watched the reflections intently as Stephen tried to pull his knot free from Jenna, pulling her along with him. She squeaked and whimpered with each tug back, slipping along the bed, stuck tight to him.
"Looks like we are going to have to wait this one out." Stephen said to the girl stuck to him. The pit bull gave her a couple light thrusts, causing her to groan, whimper and quiver. She was clearly feeling the extra sensitivity that came after riding through an orgasm.
The mouse laying under the bed found himself getting aroused again already as he watched the two laying on his bed. Stephen had started to passionately make out with Jenna, his tongue slipping between her lips and twisting with hers. Jenna's hands ran over Stephen's back, tracing through the fur along his muscular body.
Derek pawed his length slowly, watching the whole time as they waited for Stephen's knot to die down. Every ten minutes or so, the pit bull would tug back to see if he could pull from the husky. The first two times were unsuccessful, only dragging Jenna with him each time and making her quiver and whimper. Derek would never be able to do that to Jenna, no matter how badly he wanted, the knot was something unique to canines.
Finally, after a good thirty minutes of being tied, the swollen knot had died down enough for the pit bull to pull out. Derek's eyes widened and he pawed faster while he watched. A torrent of juices flowed out from his wife as soon as the pit bull had finally pulled free.
She was groaning and gasping, quivering as the mixture of the two canine's cum flowed down onto the bed sheets. Seeing all of the juices flowing from her sent Derek over the edge once more. The mouse spurted a couple ropes of his seed out again. Not as much as the first time, but still a rather sizable amount. He stared out from under the bed and watched as Stephen walked across the room, still naked.
"You going to get cleaned up, or would you rather lay there and let Derek see you like this when he gets home?" Stephen sarcastically asked Jenna. Jenna sighed and slowly got to her feet. She walked over to Stephen and placed her arms up on his shoulders, staring up at him, "That was the best anniversary gift anybody could ever give me." Stephen leaned in and kissed her, "Shower time, Jenna."
The two canines left the room. Derek could hear their footsteps go down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. The mouse looked down at his watch, he still had a few hours before he was supposed to be home. He heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and decided this was his chance to get out of the house.
Derek zipped his pants up and slipped out from under the bed with the anniversary gift he bought from the florist. He crawled over to the bedroom door and peeked out into the hall, hoping the two canines were in the bathroom out of his sight.
The hall was empty. Derek could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body as he slowly crept by the bathroom. He stopped for a moment, hearing Jenna moan in the shower. _"Christ, they are going at it again... already?! No wonder Jenna is never in the mood when I am home." _
Strangely, Derek felt a strong compulsion to peek in and see the pit bull with his wife once more. He hated the thought, but found himself pressing an ear against the door. Besides the water, Derek could hear a rhythmic thumping and small gasps in the bathroom. The mouse quivered and closed his eyes trying to regain control of himself, "I have to get out now."
Derek didn't dare open the door or stay to listen. He slowly crept away from the bathroom and into the living room. He snuck out the front door, making sure to carefully close it behind him without making much sound. He ran briskly from the house and down the street a ways towards his car.
"I can't believe I just saw that! What am I going to do tonight? Should I tell Jenna?" The thoughts filled his head once again as he got into his car. "I've never been so turned on in my whole life... Jenna really enjoyed it too. Maybe I won't mention it. Maybe I'll get to watch them again." Derek felt sickened, but enjoyed his fantasy of seeing his wife taken by her ex over and over again. The fantasy replayed in his mind for the next few hours until he was ready to go.
Derek started his car and drove down the block to his house. Stephen's Subaru wasn't there anymore, only Jenna's Focus. He looked over at the anniversary gift he had bought for his wife, nothing compared to Stephens gift. "Chocolates, a flower, and a card. Bah! She's already had the best gift. Even dinner and a movie won't compare."
The mouse noticed that the rose was wet and sticky. "Oh great, I got my cum on the flower... so now it is just white chocolates and a card!" Stepping out of the car, he walked to the outside trash by the curb and chucked the flower in it.
Walking up to the house, Derek's mind and heart were racing in tandem. He was torn between the fact that his wife was cheating on him and the fact that he was actually enjoying it. Would he tell her?
He stepped in through the front door, clutching the box of white chocolates and the card against his chest. "I'm home, Jenna!" Derek called out. The husky was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV. She came up to him and kissed him on the lips, "Welcome home, Derek! What is this?"
Derek handed her his gift and quietly replied, "An anniversary gift." Jenna smiled and opened up the box of white chocolates, "Oh, thank you very much! I love white chocolate!" She ate one of the chocolates and then opened the card, "Happy anniversary." The husky smiled and kissed the mouse again. He stared past her, deep in thought.
"So, what were your big plans for tonight?" Jenna asked Derek curiously. The mouse thought for a moment, "Plans? What plans? Oh.." He looked at Jenna and quietly said, "We have dinner reservations, and then we are going to see a late night movie. Go get ready." Jenna smiled headed to the bedroom.
Derek was in a sort of a daze as he slowly followed her, stepping into the room where not long ago his wife had just been ravaged by the massive pit bull, Stephen. "I washed the sheets, they were getting filthy." Jenna said as she picked up her purse and grabbed her coat. "I bet they w.ere" Derek thought to himself.
The mouse changed out of his work clothes and into something a bit more casual, while still classy for their anniversary date. He took Jenna out in his car to eat at her favorite Italian restaurant. After dinner they went to see some romantic comedy that Jenna was into. It wasn't too bad, having a few parts that Derek would have actually enjoyed if his mind wasn't preoccupied.
After the dinner and movie, Derek drove them back home. As they walked in to the house, Jenna looked at him with concern, "Are you alright? You haven't really said much tonight."
Derek glanced over to his wife, "Yeah, I just have a couple things on my mind. Sorry." Jenna nodded, "What's the matter?" Derek looked away and then back, "It isn't too important at the moment. I don't want to spoil our anniversary too much." He smiled at Jenna and she smiled back, "Alright, Derek."
They decided to call it a night and got in bed. Jenna stared at Derek for a while, worried by the way he had been acting all day. The mouse glanced at her, noticing her intent stare "What?" He asked. She shook her head and responded, "Nothing. Goodnight." Rolling over onto her side, the husky fell asleep soundly. Derek stared up at the ceiling; deep in thought throughout the night. Neither one had even hinted at the idea of having sex tonight. Neither one were bothered by the lack of intimacy, even though it was their anniversary.