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After Jasmine's unexpected visit, I just didn't feel like getting back in bed with Mickey. I mean, here I was, at home with my new husband after just getting married during our vacation, and my former girlfriend comes ringing my doorbell, asking if we can get back together. Even if I wasn't married to Mickey, I would never have considered her offer for more than a millisecond. I had way to much pride, and way to much respect for myself to crawl back to that heartless bitch. It took over an hour after Jasmine had left before I was finally back to normal, but I didn't really feel like my old self.

"Let's go out and doing something fun," said Mickey, trying as best he could to cheer me up.

"Whatcha got in mind?" I asked,

"I don't know," said my husband, shrugging his shoulders. "Your choice."

I thought about it for awhile. Before Jasmine had shown up announced, I was too tired to do much of anything, but after she got under my fur, I had some energy I needed to burn off or I was probably going to punch a whole in the wall; not a good idea when you want to get your security deposit back after you've moved out.

"How about bowling?" I suggested.

"Huh, you wanna go bowling?" asked Mickey, his face having turned to that sly vulpine look of his. "I guess you want me to kick your ass again, don't you?"

"I don't care," I said, throwing one of the couch pillows at him. "As long as I get to keep fucking your ass."

"Of course you can," he said. "I wouldn't deprive my big, handsome husband the opportunity to tap that."

"Better not," I said, getting up and putting him in a headlock. "Ah, what would I do without you, Mickey?" "You'd probably end up with some psycho bitch like that Jasmine," he said.

"Oh, fuck you," I said, shoving him off the couch and onto the floor. "Don't even joke about that, okay?"

"Okay," said Mickey, getting up and brushing himself off. "I just like it when my big handsome wolf gets grumpy; he's so cute." Mickey put his arms around me, reached up and planted a kiss on my muzzle.

"I think you're the cutest thing in the world," I said. "No matter what mood you're in."

"Not to mention the greatest vulpine lover a wolf like you could ever have," he added smugly.

"Of course," I said. "Let's get out of here, okay?"

Even though it was April, there was still a bit of a chill in the air, Mickey and I grabbed our jackets and headed out. Mickey had to prevent me from getting paranoid since I told him that I wouldn't be surprised if Jasmine showed up to confront me again. He brushed off the idea, telling me that she probably got the idea that I was taken and that she was barking up the wrong tree. I nodded at his suggestion. He was probably right. If anything, she was probably freaked out to see me not only living with a guy, but married to one as well. I guess it was a lot for her to deal with, but that was her problem, not mine.

Mickey and I walked down to the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. As we the elevator began its descent, Mickey started bragging about how he was going to kick my ass in bowling. My only response to his prediction was to give him a loud, derisive snort, making his ears momentarily droop down, but only until I shot him a wolfish grin. He elbowed me in the stomach just before the elevator doors opened.

"You wanna take my car?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said. "It's got more leg room."

"Course it does," I said. "It's made for a wolf, not a fox."

Mickey stuck his tongue out at me. "Yeah, you'll be putting that tongue to good use later . . ."

I stopped in the middle of my sentence. I couldn't believe what had happened to my car. "What the . . ." I said, at first confused, but quickly feeling my temper flare once more. "I'll kill that bitch," I muttered under my breath.

Mickey just looked at my SUV in shock and disbelief. Every one of my tires had been slashed, and on the side too, so there was no way of patching them. Just what I needed; an unexpected expensive after getting home from vacation. I kicked at my slashed tires as a chilly breeze swept by Mickey and I. I was going nuts, and it was Mickey who kept me from losing my cool again.

"Whoa, whoa, big guy," he said, wrapping his arms around to get me to calm down. "Let's just go back inside and call the police, okay? I'll see if the Super has any cameras pointed in the direction of your car."

I stopped struggling. Sighing I stomped back inside the building with Mickey, who had taken it upon himself to call the police since he could see how upset I still was. Here I was, sitting at home again, waiting for the police to show up when I should have been at the bowling alley trying to kick Mickey's butt. Now I had to wait around for the police to show up.

Well, it was a damn good thing I wasn't being raped or murdered, as it took the cops almost half an hour to show up. I was still pretty perturbed at that point, but Mickey had reminded me to keep my cool. The two officers, both German Shepherds, came in and started writing down notes about what had transpired.

"Just start from the beginning, Mr. Boskovic," said the taller of the dogs.

I sighed, trying to collect my thoughts and stay calm. "It started this afternoon when my husbands and I got back from a week long vacation in Seattle. We were just minding our own business, when my ex-girlfriend showed up, wondering if she could stay with me. What was creepy about that was when I asked her how she knew where I lived now, she told me that she followed me home from work one day."

The German Shepherd taking the notes looked up at me. "Oh?"

"Yeah," I said. "That was kind of creepy to me. You see, we broke up months ago, or rather I came home one day and found she had moved out all her stuff and left me with a note, saying she found another guy that she really loved. I was a wreck for weeks, but never once did I contact her and ask to get back together."

"Is it possible that you still might have some of you ex-girlfriend's property, Mr. Boskovic?" asked the other cop.

"She took all of her stuff; probably some of my stuff too, but I don't care about that," I said. "I just want her out of my life."

The two cops excused themselves as they went out to the hall, no doubt to discuss what their next move would be. After a few minutes, they came back in and told us what was going on.

"Okay, Mr. Boskovic," said the German who'd been writing down my account of what happened. "We're going to need your superintendent's number to talk with him."

"You gonna ask him if he caught anything on camera?" I asked.

"That," said the other cop. "And we're going to ask him if he can report any other suspicious activity to us immediately."

"If it was Jasmine that did this," I said. "Would it be possible for me to get a restraining order against her?"

"Yes it would," said the smaller cop. "But you'd need an attorney or someone of that kind to help you with that."

"I'm a paralegal," said Mickey. "I'll get started writing that up. Nothing is more important to me than the safety of my husband."

"That's fine, Mr. Collins," said the same cop. "We're just going to need your super's name and number so we can talk to him ASAP. Here," he said, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small business card. "This is my number and my partner's number. Feel free to call us if you happen to think of anything else that might be pertinent to the case."

"And if Jasmine shows up again?" I asked him.

"Stay inside, stay calm and call 011," said the other cop. "We're going to look up your ex-girlfriend's background; see if she has anything on her record that might be cause for concern."

"Can you let me know about that?" I asked, hoping that Jasmine wasn't some serial killer or arsonist.

"It's all public record, Mr. Boskovic," said the taller cop. "How about I call Mr. Collins and he can let you know what, if anything that we've learned about her?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling uneasy. "Okay."

"Good day to you, Mr. Boskovic, Mr. Collins," said the taller cop as he and his partner left our apartment. I looked over at Mickey; he could tell that I was still upset about the whole situation.

"Hey," he said. "You could always put a security camera outside the door in case she shows up again."

"I could," I said, still angry from having my tires slashed. "What I should buy is a shotgun to shoot that little cunt."

"Johnny," said Mickey in a serious tone. "Don't go doing something stupid. Don't do something that's going to get you locked up."

"I won't," I said, still grumbling.

"I'm serious," said Mickey. I looked up at him and saw that tears were in his eyes. He was indeed being serious. "I don't want to visit you in jail. Don't you do that, don't you do that to me."

All at once my anger melted away as I watched my loving husband tear up. I put my arms around him, feeling his tears soak through my shirt and onto my chest fur. "I wouldn't do that to you, Mickey. You're everything in the world to me."

"And you're everything to me, too," said my vulpine mate.

I leaned down, kissing him on the lips. It was as if all my worries, all my concerns about what Jasmine might do in the future just vanished from my mind. Mickey and I were quite fond of teasing each other, as guys so often do, but more than that, we were very much in love with each other. I don't know if there's such a thing as finding "the one" when it comes to romance, but with Mickey, it sure felt like he was the one. We continued kissing deeply. I didn't even notice that my cute foxie boy had unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants until he put his paw down my underwear. I looked down at him, seeing that lovely, sly vulpine grin that I loved so much. Taking hold of my paw, he led me to our bedroom and went about tearing off the rest of my clothes before he removed his own. I watched as he laid down , his back on the bed, his legs up in the air.

"Make love to me, Johnny," he begged, his voice dripping with the need for me to mate with him.

I couldn't resist such an invitation, not now, not ever from Mickey. Luckily for me, he was a natural bottom, and I was the big, macho, dom wolf who was always wanting to stick it in that hot vulpine ass of his. I climbed on the bed, kneeling down and letting my cock point straight at his tailhole. Mickey murred as his footpaws were now resting on my broad shoulders, allowing me easier access to mate with him. With his tail to the side, I slowly penetrated his butt. The longing on his face told me that he really wanted this, he needed this so much. I put my paws on his sides, sliding more and more of my erect cock inside of him. It had been a few days since I'd stuffed him, so he was quite the tight little foxie, which is just how both of us liked it. I closed my eyes momentarily, savoring my big wolfhood stretching his love tunnel before opening up and seeing that his own cock was erect and ready to be played with. Slowly, I moved in and out of him, still in awe of how tight he'd become since last we did this. I looked in between his legs again, seeing his dick was leaking pre, obviously from being so horny. As I worked my thrusting into a rhythm, I reached down with my right paw and pumped at his erect member, making my fox moan and groan from the attention I was showing him. I sped up my fucking at the same rate I was speeding up pumping his hard on. I was glad that the sex could help take my mind off Jasmine, if only for a little while.

Horny as I was, I managed to hold out much longer than I thought I could; maybe it was my mind's subconscious way of tuning out all the bullshit I'd just been through. Whatever it was, I welcomed it. Sweat line both our bodies, and by this time, I was panting from all the thrusting I'd done. The passion was simply unreal. I hadn't even noticed that Mickey had already came and my right paw was slippery with fox cum. I wanted to make this last as long as I could, make Mickey feel oh so good. No matter how hard or how long I fucked him, he never complained, never mentioned anything about discomfort or wishing I'd hurry up. That was a clear sign to me that he wanted this to last as long as I could hold out. I looked down at my own dick disappearing and reappearing from Mickey's butt, and the sight was simply too much for me. Not caring if I bothered the whole damn building, I held my head back and howled as I shot my load into my husband's butt. Stream after stream shot out from me, going into my fox's rump before much of it dripped out of him and onto the covers.

"I'm spent," I said, pulling out of him.

No sooner had I laid down, when I felt Mickey nestling against me. He licked at my face affectionately.

"Thanks," he said. "That was great."

"Felt good for me too," I said, unable to resist a chuckle. "Thanks for keeping me in line today."

"I'm your husband," said Mickey as he nuzzled my chin. "I'm supposed to keep you from doing stupid shit."

"Agreed," I said. "Hey, you still up for going bowling?"

"Sure," said Mickey. "But my chest, stomach and butt are all covered in cum right now."

"Then let's go take a shower together," I suggested.

"Okay," said Mickey. "You want me use soap or your tongue for my ablutions?"

"A little of both," I said, winking at him. Damn, I was lucky to have this cute foxie boy in my life during my time of need.