Paul & Jane

"Uh... uh... uh..." That was Paul, fucking away after being away at work all day. Jane was face down on the bed with her ass in the air, a position she chose because muffled moans sounded more natural. Only the motion of her breasts, rubbing back and forth on the comforter as Paul was thrusting, gave her any stimulation. Paul never had the time or energy to take care of her needs any more.

Jane thought about how much fun they'd had when they first met. There hadn't been any limits to their desire, especially not due to decency. Paul had been a wild bear, eager to try everything and rarely willing to wait, and she’d been just as ferocious. Remembering one passionate coupling in the college library, Jane accidentally let out a real moan before she caught herself. If she got excited, she'd end up disappointed. In only...

"Uh... uh... uh, uh, uh-" Whoops! Jane knew what that change in rhythm meant. She started wailing quietly, letting the pillows muffle it and make it sound real enough to satisfy Paul. Fifteen minutes later, Jane and her husband were fast asleep. In her dreams, Jane romped through towers of books, playing hide and seek with a mysterious naked man who never looked the same twice.

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The next day, Jane found herself walking through the university library. She had been there often enough while earning her degree, and the librarians knew her, but she wasn't sure why she'd come back. Not thinking much, Jane wandered between the shelves, up and down floors, not really looking for anything. From Engineering to Social Psychology and from Classics to American Politics. Somehow, she ended up in the Mythology stacks, a cramped and lonely sub-basement full of stories of gods and heroes, thick with the smell of old books.

To her surprise, she wasn't alone. A cute young man - a studious-looking raccoon - was sitting at a worn wooden desk, his nose deep in one of these ancient books. Staring at him, Jane recalled where her mind had wandered last night, and her frustrating, sexless dreams. Suddenly, she could feel her belly tighten and her legs warm as blood moved. Her breath grew shallow as she realized how horny she was feeling. Jane couldn’t help it. Between the frustration she'd felt lately, her memories of this library, and the way her dream had denied her any release, she couldn't calm herself down. So she whistled.

At the sound, Dan looked up. He saw a beautiful bear standing at the entrance to his small room. At first, he was just annoyed; after all, he came here to study because no one else ever did. Then he looked again. Her dark brown hair was up in a tight bun, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses sat on her face. A slim button-down shirt highlighted her shapely bosom and waist, and a tight black skirt ended at her knees. She was giving him a strange sort of smile and... and she was running a finger sensuously along her curves, up her shirt to her top button. Which, with a little twitch of her hand, she popped open. Dan's penis and tail gave their own little twitches in turn.