Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Jack
I’m mesmerized by the computer screen as Bree puts on her act. She’s done her hair up differently so it shines in perfect red ringlets, like a movie star from another era.
Damn, she’s beautiful, and I can’t believe I got to have the night I had with her.
She does an amazing job of talking to her audience, keeping us engaged and throwing money at her. I’m the one who suggests we toss her fifty dollars to take off her top because all I want is to see her freckled pale skin and huge pink nipples again.
The moment I see them, though, I regret it, because I just want to wrap my lips around them and suck like a fawn. But Bree is at her apartment on the other end of town, and I’m here.
Maybe I can see her after this. Would she think I’m overstepping, after we just had her over last night?
Probably.
So I content myself tonight with watching, sitting in Bennett’s lap. He rubs my dick as it emerges, stroking me while Bree steadily pushes a dildo inside herself on-screen.
How I wish that were me.
Soon I’m grunting and grinding my hips as Bennett gives me a hand job, and the close-up sight of Bree’s pink pussy spreading for the toy pushes me over the edge. I spill into Bennett’s palm, and he praises me as I let it all go.
When it’s bedtime, we sign off, as much as I’d like to order a private session with Bree. I wonder if she’ll invite me to come on her stream the way she did Bennett and Arthur.
What… what if she doesn’t, though? I try not to get ahead of myself, but I can’t hide that the bruise still hasn’t healed. Those two have had so much more time with her, and I’m still struggling to catch up.
As we get ready for bed, I try to shake off that thought. I have plenty of time.
We arrange for a realtor to come to our house and determine how much we can get for it. Paying a bigger mortgage will get a bit trickier without Arthur’s income, but I make more than he does by a mile, so it’s not a huge chunk of the pie.
After the realtor stops by, Arthur draws up a list of things to fix before we put the house on the market and arms himself at the home improvement store with everything he thinks he’ll need.
I love seeing him so excited and passionate, ready to do what needs to be done so we can have the life we want.
His little tail flicks happily as we head home with fresh paint, and though I worry about him leaving his job to be a stay-at-home dad, I also think it’s the perfect role for him.
We don’t hear from Bree that night, and I have to urge Arthur not to text her and come off needy.
“She said she’d tell us when she was ovulating,” I remind him.
“But I just want to see her.” He clutches his phone. “I thought we were, you know, boyfriends-and-girlfriend now.”
I pat his shoulder, which is all I can really do. I think Bree is still protecting herself, and we have to respect that.
Finally, it’s the weekend, and I put on my dirtiest clothes to help Arthur fill the holes in the walls and start painting. I play music from a CD on my old boom box, and my husband wiggles his butt as he gets paint everywhere.
“I thought we were supposed to get it on the wall,” I say, “not the carpet.”
“That’s why we put down this plastic!” He taps his hoof. “Because we all know I can’t be trusted.”
Around lunchtime, Arthur’s phone rings with an obnoxiously loud text message alert. He rushes to get it and lets out a whoop! when he reads what’s on the screen.
“It’s Bree! She’s asking if we want to come over tonight.” He scans the message. “And… she’s streaming. So I think it’s an invitation.”
When Arthur looks up at me, his shoulders curl like he’s afraid of my answer.
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitating. “Does she want me there?”
“I think so? She didn’t say ‘leave Jack at home’ or anything like that.”
I exhale a relieved breath. “Good. Then let’s finish up here and take her some dinner.”
“Roger that.” He types in his answer, then tosses his phone away like it isn’t the most expensive thing he owns and heads back to finish the painting.
The rest of the day, though, I’m anticipating tonight. I’m going to show myself on camera. Doing that. With her.
I imagine those perfect red ringlets bouncing, her eyes crinkling as she smiles, and I can’t wait.
Bennett has been working outside all day on the landscaping, and he’s sweaty when he comes in, so I usher him into the shower first. Then I’m next, and I make a point of soaping down and then conditioning absolutely everything, until my fur is as soft as a kitten’s.
At last, it’s time to go. We grab something light on the way over and show up at Bree’s doorstep with bags full of dinner. Her face when she sees me—when she smiles and shows all her teeth—nearly takes me out.
I can’t wait to breed this woman again. Trying to play it cool, I come in with the food and set it on the table, only to turn and find Bree and Arthur kissing. He’s all over her like the pathetic satyr that he is, and then Bennett is next.
I didn’t get a kiss for a greeting.
But then Bree comes over to me and pulls the bag of food out of my hand, setting it on the table. She wraps her arms around my neck and drags me down to kiss her.
There. That’s what I needed.
Bennett
When we’re done eating, we take a moment to talk strategy. Bree suggests positions for good camera angles.
“You should come up with your own stage name,” I suggest to Jack. “So you don’t get an unfortunate one.”
Bree moans. “I’m sorry, okay? I came up with Todd on the fly.”
“Rick, too,” I remind her. “Rick is your creation.”
Jack snorts. “Can’t I just be ‘Jack’?”
“That’s such a Jack thing to say,” pipes up Arthur.
“Well, Jack’s not a special name. Not like Arthur.” Jack pulls on one of Arthur’s ears, making him squawk, and I chuckle. Bree smiles fondly at them as she dresses, slipping into another new outfit I haven’t seen before. She’s been busy.
I walk up behind her and casually slide my hands over her big boobs. “These are so… juicy,” I say, which makes her laugh. “One of my favorite parts of you.”
“Oh yeah?” She wiggles her butt. “What are the other parts?”
“Your cute butt.” I lean down closer. “Not to mention your big heart.”
She stiffens, and I run my hands along her arms.
“Thank you.” Bree tilts her head up to kiss my cheek. With her face so close, I turn and whisper in her ear.
“I also think I love you.”
She stiffens under me at first, then leans back into my embrace.
“I feel the same way,” she whispers back. Then she gently pulls away to nod down at my bare chest. “And you have a great bod, too.”
I do try to get to the gym as often as I can, so I’m pleased by her compliment.
“I’m going first this time,” I say to the group. “All right?”
Bree nods her head at my pronouncement. “Sure, if you’re so confident about it.”
“I am.” I hold her tighter, gliding my hands down her front, over the corset to the lacy underwear beneath her skirt. “I was the first one to make you come at DreamTogether, and I haven’t gotten the pleasure since.”
Jack’s brows rise and Arthur nods in agreement. Then it’s showtime.
I watch raptly as she starts her introduction, and flirts and chats with the crowd while Arthur and Jack sit on chairs beside the bed. Just Bree’s sexy cam voice gets the blood flowing down to my groin, and soon I’m stroking myself while she plays with her tits and touches herself on camera.
“And now, it’s time for an old friend to make his return,” she announces, and I slide onto the bed. “Todd is back, and he has plans for me. Don’t you, Todd?”
I swallow, because performing isn’t really my strong suit. I try to think of something natural to say.
“Sure do,” I say in a strangely lower voice than usual. Arthur and Jack both raise their eyebrows. “I’m going to stuff that pussy full.”
Bree nods to the camera with a mischievous grin.
“I think Todd’s ready to go.”
I let her remove her clothes slowly, knowing it’s part of the show.
I navigate behind her as she unlaces her corset so I can take the weight of her breasts in my hands, and she shivers under my touch.
I pinch her nipples and her head falls back on my shoulder, so I kiss her throat, grinding my hips against her ass, showing her how much I want her.
It’s not long before she’s fully undressed and I’m ready to be inside her. But I need to prepare her first, just like I did at DreamTogether, so I push her down onto her back, and Bree goes along with me. She spreads her legs as I start stroking her, just swiping my thumb over her clit.
Then I dive in. I assault her pussy with my tongue and my hand until she’s twitching and shaking, and she’s urgently pulling on my mane.
“Fuck me, Todd,” she commands, and I’m pleased by the genuine eagerness in her voice. Her green eyes are blazing, so I rearrange myself in the mating press we’d talked about earlier, making sure the cam is aimed up between our legs for the best view of my cock inside her.
“I’m going to breed you full,” I tell her, lifting her hips so I can better position myself. Bree nods rapidly, and I push in.
Damn, I just did this a few nights ago and I’ve already forgotten how good it feels. We were horny at home in the meantime, and even though I’m no longer in the grip of the rut, my cock is still aching to unleash.
But I take my time, exploring deeper, moving slow but intentional, listening to Bree and watching her eyes widen as I find her favorite spots.
Over on my right, I can see us on the screen, and that turns me on even more.
I’m sliding in and out of her, covered in both of our fluids so we glisten under the camera lights, my furry hips colliding with her thick thighs.
It’s not long before I’m perilously close, but so is Bree, her grip on me tight and her legs shaking in my grip. My hips are tiring from this angle, but I know I can get her there first.
“Todd!” she cries out, and I’m impressed she can use the right name even in the throes of an orgasm.
She really is amazing.
When Bree tightens up around me, that’s all I need to go over the edge with her. I shoot out everything, closing my eyes and hoping it finds its way where it belongs, and our dream of a fawn will come true.
Because I want it. I want the new house. I want the fawn. I want my husbands.
And I want Bree sharing that life with me, too.