A chocolate truffle sat on a glass dish on a cabinet off to the side, out of the way of the sun. Within the cool air of this apartment, this truffle has been well preserved with its fellows until its time to be consumed. That time has come. A thumb and forefinger daintily lift it up from the top of the pile, and bring it to a pair of dark, plush lips before it is sucked into a waiting mouth. The truffle slides along the tongue and sits atop it, for the flavor to sink into the taste buds below. The tongue moves back and forth, rolling it over and slowly wearing down the outer coating until the softer, gooey interior spills out and coats the tongue from tip to rear, now to saturate the taste buds and fill the mouth with the flavor entirely.

Stuart put his hand to his cheek and sighed as he savored the taste and the pleasure it brought him. “God, I fucking love chocolate,” he said, and let out a shuddering sigh. Stuart was in his early 20s, and a stay-at-home husband. He had chestnut brown fur, a black mane and tail, and black flesh. His juicy lips puckered up as he continued to appreciate the flavor of the truffle, and he even fell against the wall dramatically. He wasn’t some fainting flower, quite the opposite. Most of his mornings were spent in the gym, cultivating beefy muscles and a great physique. He wasn’t some bodybuilder, and wasn’t the kind that would compete in a competition, but as long as he had a body that his wife Demi was proud of, he was happy. 

Stuart had been married to Demi Golden two years ago, and took her name in the process. She had met him when he was an inspector for a roofing company , and asked him out when their business was done. She was a red panda who worked for a financial management company in the city. She made enough money that Stuart didn’t have to work all the time, but he was able to work consulting and contracting jobs from time to time. The rest of the time, he kept their apartment clean and well-kept. Speaking of which, now that he had had his daily truffle, it was time to start dinner. He trotted off towards the bedroom, first, and pulled off his comfy slacks and polo tee that he wore for most of the day. Wearing just a thong, he went to the kitchen and pulled his frilly, pink and white apron on. After tying it tight above his waist, he got to work on dinner.

Demi had been sitting in traffic for ten minutes, and was about twenty minutes from home. Exasperated by the heat, she undid her seatbelt and lifted herself up so she could lift her skirt up and pull her pantyhose down and off. She spread her legs out and brushed her fur with her hand to fluff herself up and get some air on her skin. She lifted her feet up onto the dash and spread her toes to air them out as well, and rolled down the windows to help get a crossbreeze through the car. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s so comfy,” she groaned out. Her and Stuart both had a bad habit of swearing casually, one of the things they had in common. Demi was voluptuous and in-shape, though she could teeter on the edge of obesity when winter came around. Now that she was relaxing, she unbuttoned her top down to her tits, and fanned herself as sweaty haze wafted upwards.  She reached into the console and pulled out some air freshener to spray around, and checked her phone to see what the traffic was like up ahead. She looked at her text messages, and saw that she had gotten something from her mother-in-law amid the regular bunch of correspondence. 

Stuart’s mother Sophia was a sweet and caring lady, but a bit dumb. Stuart could be kind of dumb, as well. They could be a real pair of bimbos sometimes, and it was all that Demi could do to not burst out laughing when they got caught in a cycle of unfounded and silly statements. Still, she loved them both. Sophia was a single mother so it was no surprise that Stuart had picked up.a lot of her character traits as he grew up. She was a real hottie, too. She had a fat ass and tits, and a squeezable pot belly. She could really make Demi drool when she wore a bikini.

The message from Sophia went, “Dropped by the house today to visit Stu, enjoy the present I left.” Demi grunted in acknowledgement and responded with a smiley face. She didn’t think much of it for a while. Once the traffic cleared up and she got moving, she arrived at the apartment building and rode up to her and Stu’s place.

“Hey Stu,” she called out as she came in through the front door. She slid her feet out of her high heels and arranged them on the shoe rack, then stretched out her legs and wriggled her toes again. “Nngh, traffic was killer. I think I’m gaining weight again, these shoes aren’t as comfy as they were when I got them.”

Stu came over in his apron. His big pecs were comparable to Demi’s tits, and his nipples poked through the apron. Demi bit her lip, and came to meet him with a kiss. He was seven feet tall, and she was only five ten, so he had to stoop down to meet her. Their lips met and mashed together as they breathed in each other’s scent. To Stu, Demi smelled tired and worn after a hard day’s work and commute from which she needed and deserved to unwind. To Demi, her sweet hubby smelled clean and refreshing, more like a soothing bath than the manly man he looked like. In fact, he smelled a bit fresher than he usually did.

“Did you shower twice today?” She asked curiously, “Once after the gym, and once… later?”

“I did, my mommy came by and we went out for a drive and a walk. I was a little ripe so I thought I’d clean up again.” He lifted his arms up, and Demi dug her nose into one of his armpits to breathe in his scent deep. “Smells good, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah it does,” she said. She stuck her tongue out and dragged up the short, bristly furs, then latched her lips around his pit and sucked the sweat straight from his flesh. She pulled off with a loud pop, and now looked more disheveled and riled up.

“Okay, honey, I gotta get back to dinner,” Stu said, “You should get into something more comfortable, you look like you’re bursting at the seams.” Stu stepped back and walked back to the kitchen with a sway in his hips.

Demi was bursting at the seams. Bulging, too. Her nipples got hard and poked through her suit jacket and blouse, but between her legs there was an even bigger bulge. One that was begging to come out. She moved to the bedroom and pulled her clothes off haphazardly, tossing them to the floor for Stu to pick up later. Off came her bra and panties, out came her tits and her massive package. She had a club-shaped cock the length of her forearm, thicker near the end than it was at the base, and with a pronounced upward curve. She thought about the sway in Stu’s hips when he went back to the kitchen, and went to the underwear drawer in his dresser. She seemed to see something she liked, and with that in mind she went to the kitchen, too.

Dinner was almost done, and Stu just had to plate it. As he went to the cupboard to pull out the plates, he felt his thong get pulled down in the back and Demi’s face press in between his buttcheeks. Her lips came to meet his asshole, but instead what they met was the rubber base of a buttplug. “Fuck, Demi, I’ve got plates in my hands,” Stuart complained, as he tried to keep standing and hold onto the plates safely. Demi’s teeth bit down on the base and pulled it like a pet dog trying to pull a bone free from its owner's hand. Stuart’s ass was shaken left and right with it, and he set the plates down with a harsh clatter.

When the plug was wrenched free, Sofia’s gift presented itself- a warm load of cum shot up into Stuart’s ass, sitting in his ass for Demi to find. “Ooh, mommy fucked her baby boy’s ass up good,” Demi said in a baby voice. She clapped Stu’s ass with both hands and spread his cheeks out as she locked lips with his asshole and sucked the cum out. Her tongue darted in and out to scrub and lick at his slick, gooey wall. “God, your mom’s cum tastes great, even after sitting in your ass,” Demi said once she had slurped down a satisfactory amount of cum.

“Ooh, I was hoping it’d taste better in my butt,” Stuart said, fishing for a compliment as he shook his hips himself. He got a smack on the rear, instead.

Demi stood up behind him and slapped her cock against his legs. “Alright, squat down so I can reach your hole properly,” she commanded, “I’m damn horny and I gotta let loose in my darling husband’s hot ass.” 

“Dinner’s gonna get cold…” He whined and tried to bargain, but only got his hair yanked on in return.

“We got a microwave, now bring that booty down to dickin’ range,” Demi commanded once more. Now with his pretty locks being pulled on, Stu couldn’t do anything to object, and assumed a bow legged stance with his fat balls dangling loose and free. Despite how much he really wanted it and enjoyed it, h e always had this apprehensive and shameful look on his face when he bottomed for Demi. It was really part of why she loved him so much.

Without further ado, Demi spat on the tip of her cock and rubbed it up against his greased-up backdoor. With just a few prods, she pushed it past his puffed-up rim and slid her shaft in. She let out a satisfied sigh as the familiar, gooey warmth of her husband’s asshole engulfed her head. Stu’s tongue hung out as he was penetrated. As usual, there was a bit of stretching as her club-like dick slid through. Sophia’s dick was long, but slim, except for the flare. She could dig in deeper, but Demi’s dick really filled him up. 

Stuart let out loud, high-pitched cries of, “Hooh, hooh!” As his brow furrowed and his lips started to pucker up. Demi shoved her cock in a few inches at a time. He was easier to fuck than usual today since Sophia warmed him up earlier and he had that plug in him, but if she didn’t go slow he’d really start to whine, and not in the cute way. Once she was balls-deep in his ass, her hips clapped against his beefy heeks and his tail was swishing against her belly. She grabbed him by the tail and mane and yanked him back with every thrust. His cock was hard and smacking against the lower cabinets. Each smack made his dick squirt out pre-cum in such amounts that a puddle quickly formed on the floor. Even though he was a bottom, his cock was longer and thicker than both his mother’s and Demi’s; unfortunately, it was too big for most people to handle and he barely ever got to put it in anyone, hence his nature as a bottom. 

With the last few thrusts, Demi’s nut was busted. A thick, gooey shotgun blast opened up her cum salvo, followed by a few ropey squirts. When Stu’s guts were filled and his love tunnel was starting to cramp, Demi pulled out and let his hole gape as it tasted the cool air of the apartment. His hole twitched a couple times, and he couldn’t hold it in. Almost everything that was just loaded up into him ended up spilling out and splattering onto the floor along with his pre-cum puddle. “Hooh, you know I gotta clean all this up when we’re done,” he complained.

“Oh yeah? I forgot,” Demi said as she stroked her cock and let out the last few squirts of cum onto his cheeks and lower back. She picked up the plug she had pulled out and set on the counter, then wound her hand back and shoved it right up into Stuart’s ass. “There we go, all plugged up!” She said with smug satisfaction.

Stuart’s legs quivered, then his massive cock and fat balls let out their own load. It was like someone had slammed a liter of milk onto the floor with how much there was and how far it spread.  Demi hissed and clucked her tongue. “God, Stu, if you can’t keep this house clean we’ll have to get a maid!”