Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains STRAIGHT and GAY sex between ADULTS, as well as EXHIBITIONISM, and IMPLIED CUB SEX.  If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED!!!  For anyone who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Keith sighed as he crossed the street, his paws stuffed into the pockets of his windbreaker.  The late September, cool but not yet the cold of Autumn's promise, nipped at his ears as he made his way down the road.

It had been a rough few months on the fox.  His wife's sudden departure, the loss of his job, his unplanned acquisition of a house guest -- it was a lot on the fox.  Hence, he had decided to go talk to his closest remaining friend, Terry.  The vixen always knew just what to say to keep him on track.

"Mr. Caulfield?  Hey, Mr. Caulfield!"

Keith looked up, startled by the sudden call, and pulled a paw out of his pocket to wave to the two cubs who were making their way toward him on scooters.

"Hello, you two," he called.  He recognized them almost immediately as Terry's kits.

"Where ya goin'?" Ellie asked as they approached, slowing to a stop.

"Just on my way over to your place to have a chat with your mother," Keith said.  "Teddy's at home with Jimmy.  They're waiting for you."  He nodded to the chubby older boy as he caught up.  "Planning on dropping in on our neighbors?"

Robbie nodded as he came to a stop by the adult.  "Yeah.  His brothers are gonna be out all night, so I'm sleeping over with Martin," he said, giving the straps of his backpack a little tug.

Keith chuckled and nodded, and patted the boy's shoulder.  "Well, you have fun.  You, too," he said to Ellie, grinning at the vixen.

"I will, Mr. Caulfield!" Ellie said as she got on her way again.

Robbie squeaked and followed after her.  "Ellie!  Mom said you had to stick close!" he called.

Keith chuckled and shook his head, then put his paws back in his pockets as he continued his stroll down the road.  In no time at all, he found himself outside the gate to Terry's house.  He paused here, took a deep breath, then opened the gate and made for the front door.

Almost before he rang the bell, the door opened.  Terry greeted him wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe.

"Hello, Keith," she said, stepping aside.  "Come on in."

Keith nodded and stepped inside, unzipping his coat as Terry shut the door.  Terry took it as he shrugged it off and hung it on the coat rack, then led the fox over to the couch.

"You're not going to psychoanalyze me, are you?" Keith asked, chuckling as he sat down.

Terry giggled.  "Not unless you want me to get Freudian on you," she said.  "You don't mind if I remove this, do you?"

Keith shook his head.  "Your house, your rules," he said.

Terry grinned as she opened her robe and slipped it off, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair.  "Good boy," she said, stretching a little and showing off her nude body to the fox.  "It's become a bit of a habit now to be naked around the house," she said as she sat down next to him.

The male chuckled and stood up.  "Well, when in Rome," he said as he began to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh, Keith.  You know you don't have to," Terry said.

"I know," Keith said as he pulled his shirt off.  "But maybe I want to."  He undid his belt, and soon his pants and underwear were around his ankles.  Once they were off, he folded them neatly and set them on the chair that Terry had tossed her robe over, then sat back down next to her on the couch.

Terry giggled as he sat down and put an arm around his shoulders, leaning into him.  "So, Keith... what's on your mind?"

Keith sighed as he put an arm around Terry and pulled her in a little closer, and rested his head against hers.  "Oh, the usual... the last month's been rough... lost my job, Teddy's still hitting a wall trying to find one himself, and I'm just... really missing having a partner."

Terry nodded and nuzzled his cheek.  "I can imagine.  As I recall, your sex drive was almost as active as mine and Dan's.  Must be rough not having anyone to get frisky with."

Keith rolled his eyes and sighed again.  "You have no idea... a few weeks ago I even asked Teddy to cuddle with me, just so I wouldn't be alone in bed... we've been doing that every night since..."

Terry raised an eyebrow and looked up at her friend.  "Oh, really, now?  And have you... you know," she said, her free paw moving to rub Keith's thigh.

"No!  Nothing like that!" Keith said, recoiling a bit at the touch.  "I mean... you know I can't... not after him..."

"Keith... it's been fourteen years," Terry whispered.  "Don't you think that's long enough?"

Keith sighed and closed his eyes.  "It's still raw... even after all this time... but that's not what I came here to talk to you about."

Terry nodded and removed her paw from his thigh.  "Sorry... it's just that, well... you know I can't stand to see you hurting, Keith.  I just wish there was something I could do."

Keith opened his eyes and looked into Terry's.  "Well... I was thinking... about that offer you'd made me a while back..."

The vixen tilted her head, confused for a moment, before it hit her.  A small smile crept across her muzzle.  "Keith... you're not saying that you wanna fuck... are you?"

Keith took a deep breath, then nodded.  "Yeah... just for old times' sake, you know?"

Terry grinned and climbed into Keith's lap, and pressed her nose to his, and whispered, "I'd love to..."  She put her paws on his shoulders and giggled as she looked down at his belly.  "Not as fit as you used to be, are you, Keith?"

"I suppose not," the fox said, chuckling himself as he reached back and grabbed the vixen's ass.  "I also can't guarantee that I'll remember how to fuck... it's been almost nine years, after all."

Terry giggled and reached one paw down to fondle her friend's sheath.  "Oh, I think we'll find a way," she said, giving a little wink.  "I'll warn you now... I've been particularly horny lately... so if you think you can handle me..."

Keith murred at the feel of the vixen's paw on his sheath, his member starting to rise.  "How many rooms does your house have?"

"Twelve," Terry said, raising an eyebrow.  "Fifteen if you include the game room, parlor, and bathroom in the finished basement... why?"

Keith grinned.  "How about we fuck in all of them?"

Terry giggled.  "Oh, Keith."  She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then whispered in his ear, "Just skip the kits' bedrooms, and you're on."

"Deal," Keith said, his hips bucking into Terry's paw as his member stiffened.  "By the way, where's Dan?"

Terry rolled her eyes.  "Oh, they needed him urgently at the office.  He won't be back for a few hours yet."

"Darn," Keith said, shuddering as he felt himself reaching full erection.  "Was hoping he could join us."

Terry grinned.  "Oh, you don't think we'll be done before he gets home, do you?"

Keith chuckled, his paws moving to Terry's hips.  "I suppose not," he said as he pulled her in, murring as he felt heat radiating from her sex.  "But in the meantime..."  He paused as he felt his tip brushing against Terry's pussy.  "You are on birth control, right?"

The vixen grinned and pushed her hips down, letting out a little moan as she took half of Keith's cock into her drooling, needy sex, and whispered, "Dan and I have been doing it every night since about three months after Ellie was born.  What do you think?"

Keith moaned and bucked his hips up, driving the rest of the way in.  "All I needed to know," he whispered.

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The sun was setting as Dan finally pulled into his driveway.  It hadn't been a particularly long day, but it was still Saturday, what was supposed to have been his day off.

"Fuckers," Dan muttered as he pushed the button on his remote to open the garage.  He guided his sedan in, and slumped down in his seat as he parked, turning the key to kill the engine.  "Never again," he muttered as he hit the button again to close the garage.

He let out a sigh of relief as he left his car and walked through the door into the hall.  It was almost weird coming home to a quiet house, though he knew exactly what it meant.  A grin crept across his muzzle as he yanked his tie off, his shirt quickly following as he made his way toward the living room.

As he arrived in the living room, he noticed Terry's robe over the chair.

"That's strange," he said, removing his pants as he looked at it.  "Terry, dear?" he called.

"Upstairs, darling!" came the reply.

Dan pulled off his underwear, and paused as he looked at the chair again.  There was a set of clothing there, neatly folded.  "So who's our guest?" he called.

"Evening, Danny boy," came the familiar tenor of Keith's voice.

"Keith!" Dan said, tossing his clothes to the couch and dashing to the stairs.  He ran upstairs and stopped outside his bedroom, grinning at the sight that greeted him.

Terry lay on her side facing toward the door, completely nude.  Directly behind her, Keith was snuggled up to her, one arm resting under her head, the other holding her around her waist.

Dan chuckled.  "Never thought I'd see you here," he said as he walked over to the bed, his dick hardening between his legs.

"It's been nine years since I've had sex," Keith said, chuckling a bit himself.  "I'd almost forgotten what a pussy feels like."

"And to his credit," Terry said, "He picked back up on it quickly."  She giggled as Keith nibbled the side of her neck.  "Well, now that you're here... how about a menage a trois?"

Dan murred and rubbed his paws together as he approached the bed.  "It's been too long... and it'll be nice to have an old friend in the mix," he said, giving Keith a little wink.  "What did you have in mind?" he asked his wife.

Terry grinned, rolling onto her back as her husband climbed into the bed.  "Weeeeeell... that depends on if you think you're up to being bottom, sweetie."

Dan paused at that, flicking his ears as Keith cleared his throat.

"Um, Terry," Keith whispered, "I don't think I'm--"

"It was just a suggestion," Terry said.  "But for the last... three years, at least, all Dan's had is toys and strap-ons.  I just thought that you wouldn't be opposed," she said, turning to face him.  "You know... for old times' sake."

Dan leaned over across his wife, and put a paw on Keith's cheek as he brought his muzzle in close, their noses almost touching.  "Keith... you know Terry and I both love you... so it's completely up to you what we do here tonight.  You know that, right?"

Keith nodded, and shuddered a bit, closing his eyes as he took a few breaths.  Dan started to pull away, but quickly found Keith's paw on the back of his head, pulling him back in.  Their lips touched, and Dan's surprise quickly melted in a soft moan as he parted his lips, allowing the other male's tongue to slip into his muzzle.

"Oh, gods, yes," Terry whispered, biting her lip to catch her own moan as she watched her husband and best friend kissing right above her.

A few seconds passed before Keith pulled back from the kiss, and whispered, "Alright... one more go... for my old friend."

Dan chuckled as he pulled back.  "That's the spirit," he said as he leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube that forever lived on their bedside table and tossed it to him.  "Doggy style while I do Terry?" he asked.

Keith took the bottle, then shook his head.  "No.  Missionary," he said as he poured some lube onto his cock.

Dan raised an eyebrow.  "Really, now?  You sure that's how you want it?  And what about Terry?"

Keith looked down at Terry for a moment while he rubbed some lube onto his cock.  "I seem to recall that someone rather enjoyed watching her future husband getting plowed by other males... or has that much changed?"

Terry giggled as she pushed herself up.  "Can't say it has, though it's certainly been a long time since I've had the pleasure."

Keith nodded and looked over at Dan.  "So there you go.  Lie down and spread your legs," he said, holding the lube at the ready as Terry moved aside.

"Your wish is my command," Dan said as he took his wife's place, spreading his legs.

A gasp escaped his muzzle as he suddenly found two lubed fingers in his tailhole.  "You'll have to go a little slow," Dan said.  "I'm not as loose back there was I once was."

The other male nodded as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of his friend's rear.  "I take it my knot's out, too?" he asked.

"If it's as big as I remember it," Dan said as he pushed himself up to get a good look at Keith's cock.  He reached a paw out and grabbed the slightly inflated knot, earning a gasp from his friend.  "Yeah, that thing's not going in.  Think you can hold back?"

"I'll do my best," Keith said as he added a little more lube to his fingers in Dan's tailhole.  "My knot's probably seen enough action this afternoon, anyway."

Dan chuckled and looked past Keith as his wife, who had taken a seat in a chair nearby to watch the show.  "So how many times did you two do it?" he asked, moaning softly as Keith's fingers curled up to tease his prostate.

Terry giggled as she slipped a paw between her legs and began to finger herself.  "Let's see... we started in the living room, then in the kitchen, the dining room, the laundry room, the first floor bath, the den, the master bath, and we'd just finished up in the master bedroom when you got home..."

"Busy busy," Dan said, letting out another moan as Keith added a third finger.  "Wow... Keith, fuck the fingering and fuck me."

Keith chuckled as he withdrew his fingers.  "I think that's the most dominant I've ever seen you," he said as he lifted up his friend's legs and lined up his cock with Dan's tailhole.

"A dry spell's a dry spell, even with a nymph like my wife," Dan said.  He shuddered as he felt Keith rest one of his legs on his shoulder to free up a paw to guide his member.  A few moments passed as Keith tried to press in.  "Need some help?" Dan asked.

Keith grunted in frustration and nodded.  "Yeah... Terry and I never made it to the back door.  I was a little, uh... too busy with her pussy and her mouth.  Almost forgot how damned difficult it can be when you're out of practice."

Dan chuckled and grabbed Keith's shaft.  "Hell, Terry and I do it at least once a week, and sometimes I need her to help me."  He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth as he pressed his rump back, trying to guide Keith's tip as the fox pushed forward.  "Almost... almost... there.  Push in."

Keith grabbed onto Dan's legs and pushed his hips forward, grunting as he met resistance.  His grunts quickly turned to a moan as he felt the warm tightness of Dan's tailhole enveloping his penis.  "Oh fuck..."

Dan could only moan as he felt his friend sink into him.  A few deep breaths turned to pants as he relaxed, letting Keith sink in all the way to the base of his half-engorged knot.  His own member stood readily at attention, starting to dribble pre just from the warmth of a real cock filling his rear -- though it certainly helped that it was his first fuck with Keith in almost fifteen years. 

As soon as he was in, Keith pushed Dan's legs from his shoulders and leaned down.  "Dan, I ever told you that you have a perfect ass?" Keith whispered.

Dan chuckled as he entwined his legs with Keith's.  "Only every time you've fucked it," he replied.  "Speaking of... what are you waiting for?"

Keith grinned and glanced over at Terry, who was busily fingering herself as she watched the show before her, then turned his attention back to Dan.  "Want to see if I can still coordinate like I could back in the day.."

Dan raised an eyebrow, though he quickly caught on as Keith once again kissed him, his tongue slipping into his muzzle as the other male's paws gripped Dan's hips, holding him steady as Keith began to work his hips back and forth.  It was a bit awkward at first, but Keith quickly found a slow, gentle rhythm at which he could thrust into his friend as they kissed.

The kiss didn't last long, though.  Much as Keith loved to be the tender lover, right now was about pure, carnal lust.  He pulled back from the kiss and gripped Dan's hips as he started to thrust faster, panting and moaning softly as he picked up the pace.

Dan grunted and gritted his teeth.  "N-not so fast," he said.  "More lube."

Keith let out a frustrated sigh, and pushed himself up.  "Fuck," he muttered as he reached for the lube.

His paw was intercepted by Terry.  "Allow me," she said, grinning at Keith and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

The fox chuckled and pushed himself up, easing himself out of Dan until just his tip was still buried.  "Be my guest," he said.

Terry grinned as she poured some lube out onto Keith's waiting shaft, and reached down to spread it all around.  "Oh, my, someone's so very hard.  I think you've missed fucking males."

Keith flinched at that, and remained quiet as Terry finished, her paw moving up to wrap around her husband's shaft.  Once free, Keith pushed back in, keeping himself up for now as he thrusted again.  "Care to give your husband a few strokes?"

Terry giggled and grinned down at Dan as he moaned.  "He does look so happy, doesn't he?"  She murred and leaned down to kiss him as her paw worked his shaft.  "But it's just so fun to watch Keith having his way with you," she whispered to Dan, loud enough for Keith to hear.

Dan blushed and moaned softly as the top of Keith's cock slipped past his prostate.  "W-whatever you want, dear."

The vixen grinned and gave her husband's belly a soft pat, then leaned in and whispered in Keith's ear, "Show him what those hips can do."

The fox grinned, nuzzling at the vixen, which Terry turned into a quick kiss.  "You can watch this time instead of being the recipient," he said, then leaned in and started thrusting into Dan again, starting at a slow pace but quickly working his speed upwards.

Beneath him, Dan gritted his teeth through his moans.  It almost caught him by surprise how unprepared he was to be taking another male after so long, but he certainly wasn't going to give up now.  He needed to feel his friend cumming inside him almost as much as Keith needed to once again top a male.  Toys just didn't do the real thing justice.  Not even fucking close.

Barely thirty seconds later, Keith slowed down drastically, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning out as he ground his knot in against Dan's tailhole, battling against his desire to tie the male as his cock twitched, filling the other male with his seed.  He gasped and moaned again as he felt a paw encase his knot, kneading it softly and compensating for his inability to tie Dan.  "Fuuuuucking hell," he panted.

Dan gasped, squeezing his tailhole tight around Keith's pulsing cock.  "Well, damn.  If I'd known you were that close, Keith, I would have sucked it up and taken it," he said, throwing his own head back and moaning softly.

Terry giggled and shook her head, her paw giving Keith's knot another squeeze.  "Out of practice, I see.  Maybe we should change that," she said, giving Keith a little wink.

The fox barely heard her.  There were too many thoughts rushing through Keith's mind now that he'd just finished in his friend's ass.  "Maybe," he muttered, shuddering a bit from the pleasure of the last few bursts of his seed squirting out into Dan's tailhole.  Slowly, he withdrew his cock from his friend's rump, and collapsed onto the bed next to him.

Dan rolled onto his side to face Keith, and gave his cheek a quick peck as he brought a paw to his friend's belly.  "Little chubby," he whispered as he rubbed in small circles around his friend's navel.

"Long nights and fast food," Keith said, chuckling a bit as he reached down and wrapped a paw around Dan's still stiff member.  "Odd... I thought you were bigger.  Guess time affects the memory."

"Perfect size for Terry, or so she tells me," Dan said, glancing over his shoulder at his wife.  "Right, dear?"

The vixen grinned as she climbed up onto the bed.  "Of course," she said, gently pushing aside Keith's paw as she straddled her husband.  "Let's see how long you can last after that," she cooed as she lowered her hips, guiding Dan's member into her by muscle memory.

Dan gasped and moaned, grabbing onto the sheets with one paw as his other paw inadvertently grasped Keith's flagging penis.  "N-not long," he hissed. 

Terry murred softly as she rolled her hips back and forth, riding her husband.  She raised an eyebrow as she looked down at Keith.  "You ok there, Keith?"

Keith chuckled as he brought an arm to his face, holding it across his eyes.  "What, are you gonna psychoanalyze me now?" he asked.

"I do enough of that at work," Terry said, grabbing her husband's shoulders for support as she leaned down, picking up her pace rolling her hips back and forth against her husband.  "Though if you wanted to pay me for it... those damned student loans aren't going to pay themselves off!"

"Such sweet bedroom talk," Keith said.

Dan groaned, his paws gripping his wife's hips as he squeezed his eyes shut.  His hips bucked up, urging his knot forward as his member began to spasm wildly in his wife's passage, the male apparently oblivious to the conversation his wife and friend were having.  "Ffffff..."

Terry gasped and murred, pushing her hips back to take her husband's knot inside.  "Wow... you usually last a lot longer," she said as she leaned down and licked Dan's nose.  "Clearly we need to get someone under your tail more often!"

The vixen's husband squirmed underneath her, his body trembling as he emptied his balls in his wife's slick, well-used pussy.  "M... maybe," he gasped.  "It'd be... nice..."

A grin crept across Terry's face as she looked from her husband's face to Keith's.  "What do you say?  Want to make this a regular thing?"

Keith sighed as he threw his arm from his eyes across the bed.  "Terry... I don't know."

"Give it some thought," Terry said, giggling as she felt her husband's paws grip her rump.  "Frisky boy, aren't you, Danny?"

"Isn't that why you married me?" Dan asked, chuckling as he opened his eyes and looked up at his wife.

"That's one reason," she replied. "We do seem to share a lot of kinks... you've got a nice cock... a sex drive to match mine... you're pretty cute..."

Keith chuckled, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch the two.  "It couldn't have been his earning potential," he teased.

Terry rolled her eyes and batted at Keith's nose.  "We make enough to afford a nice house in a nice neighborhood.  Now, if you don't mind..." 

The vixen grinned as she slammed her hips down, her husband's knot pushing right into her waiting passage, earning a loud pleasured cry from the fox beneath her.  She pulled it off, repeating the movement a few times until his knot swelled to the point of tying, and his paws on her hips held her fast.

"Ngh... oh, gods, Terry!" Dan cried.  He squeezed his eyes shut, body trembling as his orgasm overwhelmed him, his cock twitching wildly in his wife's honeypot, his knot keeping his seed from seeping back out onto his groin.  The intensity of his orgasm nearly overwhelmed him -- it had been YEARS since an orgasm had shaken him quite that much, hit all of those high notes.  Without him even realizing it, one of his paws flew from his wife's hip to Keith's, squeezing the other fox, the feel sending another lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine.

For a few glorious seconds, Dan writhed in pleasure, his balls emptying in his wife's snatch.  All too quickly, it was over, his body going limp, the fox panting heavily.

Terry reached down to her groin as she rode her husband, a grin on her face as she watched his body's reactions to his orgasm.  Her fingers sought out her clit, giving her the extra bit of stimulation to reach an orgasm of her own.  A few shivers ran down her own spine, a soft moan escaping her muzzle.  It wasn't as earth-shattering as her husbands, but after her day of debauchery, she didn't really need a big one to cap off the evening.  As her own climax subsided, she laid down on top of her husband, giving his chin a little lick.

"Yes, we definitely need to get Keith under your tail more often," she whispered, giggling at how her husband shivered from that declaration.  She turned to the fox at their side.  "What do you say?  Maybe next time we can get you to top him while he's doing me, just like when we were kits."

Keith sighed and laid back down, looking over at his friends, a nervous smile on his face.  "I... think I'd like that."

Dan reached down and grabbed Keith's paw, his eyes still shut.  "P... please do," he panted.

The vixen giggled, giving each male a quick peck on the lips.  "Maybe a shower together once Dan and I are untied?"

Keith laughed, looking down at his own belly, then at the two foxes beside him.  "If you think we can fit."

Terry giggled, reaching over to rub a paw over Keith's belly.  "We'll manage," she said, giving the fox a wink.

The three foxes lay together for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the warmth of their bodies.  Terry and Dan almost didn't notice when his knot slipped out -- at least until a gentle flow of the fox's seed dribbled out, making a little puddle in Dan's groin.

"Ugh... guess it's time to clean up," Dan groaned.

Terry gave her husband a quick peck on the lips, then rolled off of him, getting unsteadily to her feet.  "Well, shall we, boys?"

The two males got to their feet, climbing out from opposite sides of the bed, Dan following his wife, Keith going to the other side.

"I suppose so," Keith said as he stretched.  "We actually getting clean, or do you want to get a little frisky in there, too?" he asked with a half-smirk.

Terry grabbed her husband's paw and dragged him around to the other side of the bed, then grabbed Keith's, and led both into the master bath.  "That, my men... remains to be seen."