***This is part two of a story involving a half-woman, half-fox. I'm just warning you up front.
I do my best to make it work as a standalone story, but as always it's best to read the parts in order. I set up a few other storylines in this chapter, so I'm very curious to hear what you all think. Enjoy!***
"Wait, what? Where are you guys going?" He stood confused in the doorway. He had just arrived home from work and had run right into his wife and daughter with packed bags about to leave the house. His daughter rolled her eyes and his wife threw up her hands in exasperation before replying.
"I told you this morning! Jules and I are finally cashing in that gift certificate you gave us. For that spa weekend. How do you not remember this? I was so grateful when you gave it to me." Rachel was usually laid back, so he was a little shaken by her tone.
"Sorry. I had a long day at work, and I was excited to spend the evening with you, it slipped my mind."
"Gross," said his daughter.
"Oh c'mon Jules, you're 19. Your parents are still in love. Grow up." Rachel snapped before she looked back to her husband and softened her expression. "I'm sorry, I'm really looking forward to this weekend and you've been extra forgetful lately. I just got frustrated. Don't get too lonely without us!" He smiled at her understanding nature and kissed her goodbye before turning to his daughter.
"Have fun, Jules." He said while opening his arms. Jules softened a little as well and went in for the hug.
"Bye, Daddy," she said softly before darting out to catch up with her mother who was already out the door.
He locked the door after them, then watched them leave from his living room window and continued to stand there for a few minutes after they had driven out of sight.
He really did forget about the trip and felt instantly lonely without his family. He and Rachel had been married for 20 years, and although they had gotten married around Jules' age and had her almost instantly, the couple remained very happy. It made him feel even more guilty about recent events.
So recent that one such event contributed to his late arrival home.
He really did have to work late, but a visit from Velvet kept him even later.
The supernatural nature of Velvet's existence was becoming flimsy as an excuse from guilt lately. He loved Rachel and was still very much attracted to her. He wondered why he ever allowed his sessions with Velvet to occur. He had never felt compelled to cheat before. He and Rachel maintained a steady and creative sex life, and they both stayed fit for each other. He had even had explicit chances to cheat with very attractive women before and was able to resist the temptation.
But he had never encountered anybody who was half fox before he met Velvet. He had never met someone whose desires seemed to mirror his so exactly. He had never met somebody – including his wife – who he felt completely comfortable exploring all of his fantasies with.
Despite their creative and open sex life, he was always too scared to bring up every single fantasy with Rachel, or use the exact dirty talk he felt compelled to use. With Velvet, it seemed so easy. So natural. She didn't judge if he wanted her to be his sex slave, or if he wanted to be hers. She didn't judge if sometimes he just wanted to blow a huge load in her mouth without reciprocating; like had just happened in his office not an hour earlier.
In fact, she seemed to crave exactly the same things.
He physically shook his head in an effort to stop thinking about Velvet. Rachel and he had fought more than ever since Velvet showed up. Granted, that still wasn't often, but it was enough to concern him. As hot as the sessions with Velvet were, they weren't worth losing his marriage and family over.
He and Rachel's relationship had always been the envy of his friends, and anybody he knew with children would ask how he was able to raise such a daughter as Jules.
He was definitely lucky to have her as well. Sure, she was a teenager and so was occasionally difficult and sarcastic, but compared to the horror stories he heard from his friends, Jules was a breeze. She was generally respectful to him and Rachel, she did her share taking care of the house, and she had become a great friend to the couple, not just a daughter.
She was beautiful too, which was no surprise, considering how much she looked like a younger version of her mother. Although Rachel kept her hair short now, Jules was a constant visual reminder to him of when his wife's hair was long and blonde. It ran all the way to Jules' ass, and she was very proud of it.
He wondered how other fathers dealt with their attractive daughters. He loved Jules as his daughter and friend, but as a man it was difficult for him to ignore her assets. She had always been tall and graceful, but her tight, thin body had filled out the past few years, giving her a firm, shapely ass and perky, C cup tits. He didn't fantasize about his daughter, but he did notice her body. He chalked it up to male instinct and didn't feel guilty about it anymore.
Plus, at 39, Rachel looked extremely good for her age and kept him happy. She was shorter than her daughter, with wider hips and larger breasts. They had natural sag to them now, but not nearly as much as one would expect with DD size cups at her age. Her ass wasn't the tight, firm thing it used to be, but all her exercise made a difference, and he still loved watching her leave.
He felt relieved for taking his mind off of Velvet and then cursed for thinking of her again. Still, she had never visited him at home, so he took comfort in that.
He then realized he had spent so much time being lonely, pitying himself, and thinking about his hot family that he had forgotten the upsides to being home alone. He instantly stripped down to his boxers. He would have gotten naked, but that didn't feel so good on his leather couch, and he planned to watch some TV.
He switched on ESPN and lazily watched the end of some basketball game. The game wasn't that exciting, so his mind briefly drifted. For reasons he couldn't grasp, he thought of Velvet's pussy. He remembered the times he had gone down on her and how amazing she tasted. How the fur on her legs made him feel like he was floating and gave him the strength to pleasure her for much longer than he normally would be able to.
When he finally noticed his raging erection, he snapped out of his daydreams and shot up on the couch. He looked around frantically and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he was still alone. Velvet had a habit of showing up whenever he was alone and fantasized about her.
But he was at home, and Velvet had never seen him twice in one day, so he relaxed and decided to head upstairs to fall asleep early. He now had to fill a weekend alone, so maybe he'd go golfing the next morning. Or just enjoy his backyard pool. He smiled as he felt proud of his financial success. Between his firm and Rachel's executive position at a major bank, they were able to afford a very large house for their family and hadn't had financial worries for over a decade.
As a further example, he strode into the master bedroom. He took in the large space and proceeded to fall onto his king-sized bed with a happy moan. He wiggled up like a child so that his head reached the pillows and he laid on his back still on top of the covers.
Then his body froze up. Maybe it was his paranoia, but he swore he heard something. He sat up slowly and wondered if it was just an animal outside. He didn't have to guess for long, however, as Velvet slid through the entrance to the bedroom and leaned against the wall.
A number of things were new to him with this situation. First, although he had seen her wear a corset a few times, Velvet was usually completely naked except for her fur, and this time she was not. She wore a tight blue t-shirt stretched over her huge bust. It was strange to see this ethereal mix of a fox and a woman dressed in such a casual item of clothing, but he had to admit loving the way her tits struggled against the fabric.
Secondly, Velvet never stopped upon entry. Every time she appeared – no matter the content of the sexplay – she would confidently approach him at first. To see her leaned casually against his bedroom wall with her arms crossed confused him.
Finally, as he thought about earlier, Velvet had never stepped foot in his house. Every time they fooled around, he never gave much thought to her entrances. She would appear in public, or at his office, or maybe enter his car at an empty stoplight. He never had to heavily consider her method of entry before. But his house had been locked at all entrances.
