*Author's Note: What is it with cheating? Why is it such a popular trope in adult fiction? Do people find that sexy? Is it the thought of someone doing something they know is wrong, or that thrill of maybe getting caught? Is it the drama? Do people love to see how a couple will react when put under these situations?
This is a series of short interlocking stories compiled into one big mess of cheaters, read on and tell what you think.*
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
Upstairs, in this little suburban home, a whitetail doe was shaken from her erotic fantasy. Her husband had to go into work late tonight, wouldn't be home until morning. Inside, she could feel her biological clock ticking, she wanted a fawn already. Her vibrator buzzed diligently in her pussy, but it was no substitute for a real buck pumping his seed in her fertile womb, leaving her laden with his offspring.
She cursed under her breath when she heard the doorbell. She'd been on the brink of her latest self-induced orgasm when the offending ring shattered her dream world. She cleaned her toy, tossed it haphazardly in a pile of laundry then put a robe on, hoping she could chase off whoever it was.
As her petite hooves clacked on the way down, she failed to notice that she hadn't properly tied her robe shut. She threw the front door open and a gust blew back her robe like a downy cape, exposing every sexy inch of her young body.
The fruit bat's nose bled as he was promptly bombarded with the sight of the married doe in her naked glory. "Shit..." He muttered, folding his wings in front to hide the tent in his pants.
The doe blushed and held her robe shut. She looked down at the short bat, "Who the hell are you?"
The bat gulped before he remembered why he rang the doorbell. He cleared his throat. "Good morning, Madame. Is there a husband or children at home?" He held up a small bible. "I come to talk of the Good Lord, to ask if you would come join our church this Sunday."
The doe kept her robe closed with one hand as she looked over the handsome young flying fox who stood on her porch. Her mood lightened considerably. "No... my husband is at work, won't be back until tomorrow, his job often has him working late... and we have no children, despite us being together for two years now."
The bat straightened his black tie. "Ah, well, maybe then I could just speak with you?"
She smiled, "That'd be fine. Please come in, I'll just slip into something more suitable then we could talk all you want."
The fruit bat smiled, showing a fang through such an innocent face. "God bless you, Missus." He followed her inside. He thanked the good graces of the lord that his erection had gone down some. He blushed again when he looked up.
The doe bent down, letting the bat see her smooth thighs and thick ass as she cleared the kitchen table for him. She looked at him with a hint of mischief, "Please, make yourself at home, I will be right back." and she went upstairs.
The bat watched the doe as she went up, then he opened up his hollowed-out bible, took out a knife and went upstairs after her. He used his ears to pick out the most minute sounds she was making. He crept into her bedroom. It was empty. He shook his head before he began going through her drawers, finding jewelry, money, taking what he could find. He failed to notice the doe coming in.
"I figured you weren't no altar boy, Batty."
He yelped and turned. His jaw dropped open at the naked doe standing in front of him.
The doe giggled, "Did you really think I'd be so naïve? My husband's a lawyer. I know what a good liar sounds like and you weren't sellin' shit." She posed for the intruder. "I just figured you came for this, didn't think you'd be so stupid to try and steal my costume jewelry."
He frowned, "Costume jewelry?"
She giggled again, "Yeah, but that's enough talk about that, what do I do with you now?" She stepped closer.
The bat raised his knife.
The doe grabbed his wrist and pinned it back against her dresser. "Now, you really wouldn't wanna do that." She pressed her naked body up against his. "Not when you've got a real prize right here."
The flying fox gulped once more. His cellphone rang.
She silenced it for him, before yanking his pants down then throwing him on her bed.
The bat backed up from the doe as she crawled onto the bed. His cock stood at attention, but he wasn't so eager. "Please..."
She stopped him with a finger to his muzzle. "Shush, and let Mama take care of it for ya." She kissed him as she straddled his lap and ground her warm snatch over his length.
He sobbed a final weak protest before she sank down on him. Then... it was like a hot, wet, silken sheet had enveloped his malehood. He... had never felt anything like it.
The doe cooed from his expression, "I see... I'm your first ain't I?" She leaned in, "You're welcome." She rose her hips, allowed him to slide out some before she pushed back down. "Mmm, I can't believe someone as well hung as you ain't had a girlfriend."
The small brown bat blushed, "I don't... I have a boyfriend."
Now she understood. She giggled at the thought of being a gay man's first pussy. "Well, now that just made you even cuter, Batty. What's his name?" She continued to ride him slowly so they could talk.
The bat gripped her hips as she rode him, "T-t-taylor. Um, I'm Vladimir."
She kissed his exposed neck, "Vlad? That's a sexy name." before she chewed on one of his nipples.
Vlad gulped as she nipped him on his chest, "Oh God, it's so warm."
The doe cradled him as she continued to ride, "If you wanna cum, you can go ahead, but I'll want your full effort after that."
He nodded, "Sorry..." He whined as he indeed let himself go in her warm embrace.
The doe smiled as his cock pulsed inside her. "It's okay, I understand. I don't expect you to be that good on your first try, I don't even know you." She giggled.
Then, her phone rang.
In her brief distraction, Vlad toppled her over. Then, she was on her back with him on top and still bone deep inside her. "I'm still hard, I think I can give you a better show!" He hissed before the room quickly filled with the sound of hips clapping thick doe cheeks.
She grinned, "Now that's what I like!"
The phone continued to ring as the couple tossed and turned in bed together.
As the doe's first orgasm washed over her, she heard her husband's voice over the answering machine.
"Liv? They're makin' me stay out another three days. I'm sorry I can't be home, but there's this big deal, it should bring us in a lot of money. I promise I'll be back by this Friday at least."
...
On the other end of the phone, the whitetail buck sat in a hotel room, tie untied and pants unzipped. "I'll see you when I get home, Liv! I love you!"
A pair of slender feminine paws slid over his shoulders as he hung up. "What'd the old cow have to say?"
He chuckled as he caught those paws then leaned his head back, connecting his lips with those of a saucy, Latina ferret. "She didn't pick up. Answerin' machine got my call, she's probably asleep right now. I wouldn't put it past her, she doesn't have that drive... not like you."
"Oh, Papi, I wish you were a ferret too... I want to have your babies." The ferret licked the buck's thick neck as she pulled his shirt off then brought her fingers up to his pecs and she squeezed them like she would her own breasts. "My husband is so old, he cums dust. I can't wait for him to die so I can get his money."
The buck groaned when she pinched his nipples with those pointy claws. Suddenly, he turned and he caught her in his arms. She squealed but was quickly silenced as his lips covered her mouth.
