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It was just my luck that there were no cameras pointed in the direction of my car when they were slashed by Jasmine, and without video footage of her committing the act, or eye witness testimony, I couldn't do from a legal standpoint. The police told me that they wished they could do more, but there simply wasn't enough evidence to arrest Jasmine and charge here with destruction of property. Frustrated though I was, I did have a plan to eventually catch her. Being knowledgeable in computers like I was, I decided to install a camera outside the apartment door that would start recording whenever it sensed movement. I installed a second camera outside the bedroom window since it could get a clear view of where Mickey and I parked our cars. So everything was in place, though being honest, one reason I did this was to catch her doing something illegal, but the main reason was because I was scared that she might do something to harm either me or Mickey. She just didn't seem emotionally stable.

I had already purchased and set up the cameras only a day after finding my tires slashed. Between the new security system and new tires, I had to shell out over a thousand bucks to pay for everything, and I had just come back from a vacation where I had spent quite a bit of money. I just felt so violated, so abused. Needless to say, I wasn't in a very good mood, and Mickey could sense it.

"Just try to relax, Johnny," said my vulpine husband. "I know ti sucks, but it's not the end of the world."

"Easy for you to say," I growled, throwing myself on the couch. "You're not the one who had your tires slashed, or have your psycho ex-girlfriend show up and make a scene that caused the neighbors to come and see what was going on."

"I know," said Mickey, sitting down next to me. "But to be fair, I've never had a girlfriend, either psycho or sane."

I looked over at him with a glare, but there he was, just giving me his usual vulpine grin. Try as I might, I just couldn't stay mad at my cute foxie boy. "Oh, fuck you," I growled, hitting him over the head with a pillow. Mickey jumped on me, all the while laughing as I grabbed hold of him and wrestled around, causing us to fall on the floor with a thud. Mickey tried to get away from me. Quick though he was, I managed to grab hold of him and pin him to the floor.

"You smart ass vulpine," I said, faking a growl. "What am I going to do with you?"

"The same thing you do everyday," he said, still grinning at me. "You're going to love me, treasure me, tell me I have a cute butt."

Still pinning him to the floor, I grinned as I leaned down and gave him a big kiss on the muzzle. I should have known better than to let my guard down against a sneaky fox like him, because as soon as I relaxed my position, I felt Mickey kneed me in the stomach. Instantly I released my grip, having had the wind knocked out of me. That devious little shit was off like a shot, while I tried to get on my feet and run after him, but he was smaller and faster. I heard the bedroom door shut before I could get inside. Turning the knob, I found that Mickey had locked it. I angrily pounded on the door.

"Let me in, you little dickhead," I said

"No chance of that," replied Mickey from inside the bedroom.

"You can't stay in there forever," I reminded him.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna huff and puff and blow the house in?" he responded, trying not to laugh.

"I'll give you something you can blow," I shot back at him. "You'd better open up this door by the count of three."

"Or what?" he said smuggly.

"You seem to forget that I know more than just computers, Mickey. I worked as a handyman during college, and I can easily unscrew the hinges to this door, and if I have to do that, I'm gonna be super pissed."

"So what are you proposing?" he said.

"If you come to the door and let me in, I promise I'll forgive you for kneeing me in the gut," I said.

"And if you have to take the hinges off?" he asked.

"Then I'm gonna kick your vulpine ass," I said. I didn't hear a response right away, so I started the count. "One . . . two . . ."

"Okay, okay," I heard him say. "I'll let you in."

I could hear his footpaws walking towards the door. The locked was popped, the door opened, and there was Mickey. "Okay," he said. "You happy now?"

"Not yet," I said. I quickly put my right paw on his shoulder and pinched down hard. He yelped as he tried to get away, but I took my left paw and twisted his ear with it. He whined pathetically.

"Hey, you said you'd forgive me," he yelped.

"That was after I kicked your ass," I said, letting him go.

"Liar," growled Mickey, rubbing his injured shoulder and ear.

I was so smug in victory. "What's wrong? You mad that you got outfoxed by a wolf, Mickey boy?"

He glared angrily at me. If there was one thing I'd learned from being married to a fox, it was that they didn't take kindly to other species fooling them, especially when they valued their own slyness so much. Despite this, I didn't really want to upset him. Sighing I walked up to him and put my arms around his body.

"Sorry," I said, muzzling him from behind.

"Ah, it's okay," he said. "Gotta hand it to you for tricking a fox. That's not an easy task."

"Don't I know it," I said, hugging him tightly. "But I couldn't imagine life without my cute, sly, incredibly sexy foxie boy."

"And I couldn't imagine life without my big bad wolf," he said, turning around to face me. "Love you."

"I love you too, Mickey," I said. I felt his arms wrapped around my back, while I again embraced him, putting my paws on that cute butt of his before I stroked his white tipped tail. He closed his eyes, moaning from the contact. Stroking his tail was something that always got him in the mood for some nice loving. His paws went from my back to the front of my pants Before he unbuttoned them, I felt his right paw fishing around inside my underwear.

"Oh," he said with a grin. "I guess you do have something for me to blow, don't you?"

"Always," I said.

I watched as Mickey sunk his head inside my pants. I laughed at first, but quickly started moaning when I felt his tongue licking at my cock. Wanting to give him easier access, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. Mickey poked his head out from my underwear and proceeded to shed his own clothes as I removed the remainder of mine. Once we were stripped to the fur, we both climbed into our bed. Mickey must have had it in mind to try and get in between my legs, but I decided to lay on my side. He instantly knew that his meant I wanted to do a sixty-nine position. Lying on his own side, I saw his hard cock pointing at my muzzle. Opening my mouth, I gave it a nice, long, hard lick with my tongue, eliciting a low moan from my husband. I felt Mickey's tongue licking at my own cock before he had clamped down on it and went to sucking.

Now, I don't want to brag, but I'd gotten pretty good when it came to oral work, but I still wasn't as good as Mickey. Oh, now he would never tell me that I wasn't as skilled as him, but I hadn't even been sucking dick for an entire year at this point, while Mickey had taken his first cock when he was fourteen, so he had eight years of experience--didn't take a mathematician to figure out that eight years was greater than under one year.

I was longer and thicker than Mickey, but that didn't seem to hinder him at all. With great speed and hard pressure, my husband went to work on my cock, sliding his muzzle up and down on my rod. I remember the first time I sucked him off I had to try to suppress my gag reflex, and he was smaller than me, so that should tell you how out of it I was the first time I tried, and how expertly he went down on me, and much to my approval, I was informed by Mickey that I had the biggest cock of any guy he'd ever been with. That certainly made my day.

Mickey must have been super horny, because I had only been working his cock for a few minutes when I heard him groan loudly. With my dick in his mouth, he couldn't tell me he was about ready to cum, but I got what he was saying. Going down to the hilt on him, I felt several ropes of cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I let his cock slip from my maw, as he was always super ticklish after climaxing.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"God yes," he said after letting my cock slide out of his mouth. "Johnny?"

"Yeah?" I said,

"I want you to fuck me," he said.

"Course I will," I said, getting up from off my side.

Normally Mickey would lie on his back when I took him, but he had other plans today. Getting on the floor, he lowered his stomach on the bed. He wiggled his tail and butt at me, signaling fro me to come and get it. I didn't need anymore of an invitation than that. Putting my paws on that oh-so-cute butt of his, I watched him raise his tail up, presenting his hole for me. With my cock rock hard and dripping pre, I inserted myself slowly. I could hear his long, drawn out moans as I shoved inch after inch of my wolfy dick into his ass. As much as Mickey liked sucking me off, he liked this even more. Now, I'd let him top me a few times, and I understood that after you've relaxed your muscles, it can be quite pleasurable to have a cock inside you, rubbing up against your prostate, but this went beyond pleasure. Mickey told me why he enjoyed being the bottom so much was because I was a bigger, stronger male, and he felt safe and secure when I was taking him. It wasn't about me being dominant, or him being submissive.

I looked down in between my legs, loving the sight of my cock sliding in and out of my cute foxie boy's ass. I felt his soft, bushy tail wagging against my chest. This only turned me on more, as I was obviously giving my husband the pleasure he desired. I closed my eyes, letting my muzzle point towards the ceiling as I sank deeper and deeper into Mickey, making him moan louder and longer. My paws rubbed all over his back as I fucked him, feeling his soft, reddish brown fur in my paws. God, how did I ever get so lucky to end up with such an amazing partner like Mickey Collins? I'd never felt so close to anyone as I did with Mickey. He was everything to me, my best friend, my partner, my lover, and now my husband.

With the passion between us growing, I plowed harder into him, but still he didn't complain about pain or discomfort; not that I was surprised by this. Sex was by no means lacking in our marriage, so I had him stretched out enough where even my thick lupine cock wouldn't do much damage. But today, I actually accomplished something I'd never done before. Right then and there, my cute foxie boy started making yiffing noises! I'd heard that foxes were capable of such utterances, but didn't think much of it. Clearly I was taking Mickey to a place he'd never gone before in our sexual relationship. I kept thrusting in and out, and he kept making the yiffy noises. I panted; sweat forming on my fur as I went at it like crazy.

It was a good thing that after only a few minutes of Mickey's yiffing, I came. By this point, he was getting so loud, so piercing in his vocalization that I was worried we'd have angry neighbors pounding on our door, telling us to shut the hell up. Add to this that I unintentionally howled as I blasted my load into Mickey's ass, and it was a miracle that no one did come knocking. After I had drained my nuts of all their juice, I slowly pulled out of my husband and went to the bed and collapsed. Breathing heavily, I soon found my cute foxie boy's head resting on my chest, licking at my pecs.

"God, Johnny," he said. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Course it was," I said. "It was with me, wasn't it?"

"Indeed it was," he said with a chuckle. "Mmmm . . . love you, big bad wolf."

"Love you too, cute foxie boy," I said.

We staid like that for I don't know how long. I have to confess, the sex was so good that it had completely taken my mind off the slashed tires, security system and Jasmine. I smiled and closed my eyes as I felt Mickey's paw gently scratching at my chin.

"Feel better, big boy?" he asked.

"Sure do," I said. "You're the best, Mickey."

"I try," he said, still scratching my chin. "Say, how about we get cleaned up and go out to eat."

"You want to?" I said, opening my eyes.

"My treat," he said.

"Sure," I said, stretching my arms as I got out of bed. "I don't want to feel like I have to stay cooped up in this apartment, just waiting for Jasmine to do something."

"I understand," he said, getting out of bed. "Come on, let's go take a shower ."

Mickey and I decided that we'd go to one of our favorite places for dinner that night. It was a very nice restaurant called "Monroe's" that was only about six blocks away from where we lived. Mickey and I could both cook quite well, but we still felt the need to get a taste of what culinary delights the city had to offer. There was certainly no shortage of places to choose from, but "Monroe's" had quickly become our favorite.

We walked in, having called ahead to make reservations, and were quickly seated at a table in the corner. Though it was busy, the place had a nice, quiet atmosphere, and that was something Mickey and I both enjoyed. Neither one of us drank, so sports bars weren't our thing, even though we were both big sports fans. I didn't like being around loud, obnoxious drunks, or even loud noise for that matter, and Mickey was pretty much the same. When we weren't fucking each others brains out, we were usually just living a quiet, happy life together.

The host sat us down at our table, asking us if we wanted anything to drink. Mickey and I both chose ice water with lemon. The host told us our waiter would soon be out to see what we wanted.

"Let's see," I said, browsing through the menu. "Do I want the rack of lamb? The bacon cheeseburger? The country fried steak?"

"You'll want the rack of lamb, nad I'll want the fried chicken," said Mickey, still looking at his menu.

I put my own menu down and glared at him. "Now why would you say that?"

"Simple," he said, putting his menu down on the table. "You're a wolf, so you'll want the lamb. I'm a fox, so of course I'll want the chicken."

I grinned at him. "You smart ass vulpine."

"Not to mention sexy ass," he said in a low whisper.

"That too," I said, putting my paw on his.

Our waiter approached us. He was a portly dog of some mixed breed that I couldn't recognize. "Hello, gentlemen," he said with a low voice. "I'm Bruno. I'll be your waiter this evening. Have you decided what you'll be having this evening?"

Mickey spoke up. "I'll have the fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy."

I hated to say it, but Mickey knew me too well. "I'll have the rack of lamb," I informed Bruno.

"Very good," he said, scribbling down our orders. He was about to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Oh, Bruno?" I said.

"Yes, sir?"

"Could I add an order of onion rings with Ranch dressing as an appetizer, please?"

"Certainly, sir," he said, adding the additional order.

I looked over at Mickey, giving him a smug grin. "Ha, betchya didn't see that coming, did you, smart ass?"

"You surprise me, sir," he said with a laugh. "Well done."

"Well," I said, wanting to talk to him about something that was on my mind. "I think I have something that will surprise you even more than that."

"Oh my god," he said. "You're pregnant, right?"

"No," I said, glaring at him. "Although it does have to do with children."

"Really?" he said, looking serious. "What do you mean?"

I tried to find the words to tell him how I felt. "Mickey, I'm sorry that I never brought this up before, but," I swallowed hard. "How would you feel about having children one day?"

I watched him cock his head to the side. "Children? Hmm . . . I don't know."

I went on. "Look, I'm certainly not trying to pressure you into anything that you don't want to do, but it would mean a lot to me if one day we could adopt some kids to raise."

"You really want to do this?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I remember how happy I was growing up, how much my Mom and Dad loved me and my siblings," I started to get a little emotional at this point. Mentioning my Dad was always difficult because he wasn't around anymore. "I just think about how much it meant to my parents to have their own kids, and I want to feel what that's like some day."

I watched Mickey's expression go from confused to pleased. "This means a lot to you."

"It does," I said. "I'd feel like you and I are giving some kids a better chance at life, don't you?"

"Yeah," said Mickey. "Plus it would be fun to have some little pups of our own. Ah man, just think of it, Johnny. We'd get to have birthday parties for them, take them to school, coach their soccer team. We'd get to see them grow up into good people."

"Exactly," I said. "And between the two of us we both make enough money to raise kids."

"True," said Mickey. "Though you make more money than me."

"You've talked about getting your law degree and taking the bar exam," I reminded him. "I'm sure you'd make more money than me if you were to become a lawyer."

"I'm sure I would," he said. "Which means you'd be the bitch in the relationship when I make more than you."

I glared at him. "You're the one that takes it up the ass," I reminded him. "That makes you the bitch."

No sooner had those words come out of my mouth, when I noticed that Bruno was standing right by our table. Judging by the expression on his face, I'm all but certain that he heard what I had just said. He placed the two glasses of ice water with lemon on our table.

"Your onion rings will be out soon, sir," he said to me before leaving.

"Great," I said, doing a face palm. "Now our waiter is gonna be uncomfortable with us the rest of the time we're here."

"How do you know he doesn't take it up the ass?" asked Mickey, faking seriousness.

I looked at Mickey and just burst out laughing. "That's my cute foxie boy," I said patting his paw.

Luckily for me, Bruno didn't really seem that uncomfortable with us the rest of the time we were there. As always, the food was excellent, although I had to relinquish several of my onion rings after Mickey whined that he wanted some. Normally I'd have protested, but he was paying for the meal. We left the place, having given Bruno a very large tip, if for no other reason than we didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around us when we came back. I opened the door for Mickey, letting him go out first.

"Why, thank you," he said.

"Ladies first," I said, grinning.

Both of us were nice and full after our meal, which happened to be rather large portions. By this time, it was dark outside. Mickey and I both admired the night view of the city with all the lights in the background and the dull roar of distant traffic.

"It's a nice city," Mickey said, putting his arm around me.

"A good one to raise a family in," I added.

"Sure is," said Mickey. "Come on, let's go home."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys. I unlocked the doors with the key remote, and Mickey was the first to get inside; sitting on the passenger's side. I opened my door, and put the keys in the ignition.

"I'm glad you want kids too, Mickey," I said.

"I wouldn't want kids with anybody but you," he said.

Closing our eyes, we came together in a kiss. It was the end of a perfect night, until I heard the backdoor open. Opening my eyes, I saw that Jasmine was in the back of my SUV!

"Jasmine," I said furiously. "What the hell are . . ."

I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I saw Jasmine pull a gun fom inside her purse and point it at us. Trying to diffuse the situation, Mickey and I both put our paws up.

"Drive," she said, glaring hatefully at me.

"Okay," I said, turning around. "Where to?"

"Just shut up and drive!" she yelled at me. It was then that I felt the barrel of the pistol being shoved right against my head. Not knowing what was going to happen, I did as I was told and started up the car. I drove in the direction of home, though I didn't know when or if Mickey and I would ever get to see home again.