She loved him. She was ready for him. One kid was out and the other was asleep. There on the bed lay Twilight Velvet in her thin silk robe, splayed out on her side in her glory for her greatest lover, her husband. He was going to be back at any minute. She was eager, ready for him, but not hopeful for it. She knew what was coming, but still had to try to keep her spirits up.

Someone entered through the front door, letting it slam. Then she heard the thud of a hard-bottomed suitcase hit the tile. It had to be him. Footsteps approached the stairs on the floor below. Twilight touched herself, letting a bit of pleasure and wetness build within her body. She was waiting for him, craving him. A month without him had been torture. Soon, she would feel his familiar touch and go through the motions once more.

He walked up the stairs. Thump thump creak thump. He approached the door. He entered. "Heya, beautiful," he said, closing the door behind him. His dazzling smile flashed in the dark.

"Hi, honey, how was your trip?"

He kept approaching her. He was disrobing from his suit. "Oh, the usual. Selling a product for twice what it's worth to a company that really doesn't need it to fulfil a contract it shouldn't be on anyway under the leadership of folks who don't know what they're doing in control of people who don't care."

"So, predictably?"

"Yeah."

"Same here." For the briefest of moments, Velvet knew she saw a dip in her husband's smile. He did it every single time. His breath was hot and heavy upon her. He lowered and kissed her. She guessed he was an okay kisser -- he did it wet and really liked to use the tongue, but he had a tendency to go heavy and deep. On one hand, kissing him ignited a certain flame within her. On the other, well, not only was he not great at it, but... Velvet felt a hand clasp her breast "So soon?" She reinitiated the kiss, hugging him close to her, running her fingers along his back. She liked the feeling of his body, his masculine body. He made her feel young, him being a good bit younger than her. She enjoyed playing this role, the seductress, the temptress, even with her own husband. He kissed back harder. Smack! A hand impacted her ass, sending tingles through her. Oh yes, here he was claiming what was his. But so soon? She let out an involuntary moan into his mouth, causing him to lick at her tongue and suck on her upper lip, booping their noses together, all the while his hand massaging her cheeks, just beginning to sag despite her efforts at keeping them pert. The ravages of age came to all mares, no matter how beautiful they were or how hungry their lovers. She pressed herself bodily against him, feeling her tits press against him, standing the test of time better thus far.

"I've been missing these," he cajoled. kissing her on the lips one last time before immediately diverting down south to her breasts. "Hiya, girls!" Night Light joked, laughing together with his wife before playfully patting her tits. "Besides, I'm tired as hell and on my fourth cup of coffee. You have wonderful tits, Twilight..." He licked them and grasped harder. His wife gasped, feeling the thrill of her breasts being handled. Velvet herself seldom had the pleasure of a partner -- that was usually Velour's turf. Her open mouth invited his, and she wrapped a hand around the back of his head to try to keep him there, to keep him loving her before he loved her. He obliged for just a moment before diving down below, blind to her scowl. He spread her robe open all the way. He groped her from her collar to her thighs. "You're so beautiful," he sighed, kneeling down, wrapping her arms around her hips, grabbing her ass. She put her hand on his head, tousling his rich, slightly curly hair. She gasped as his lips met her labia with a discrete peck and then a deeper kiss. His tongue ran along the length of her slit from bottom to top before teasing on her clit. She pushed his head back and made eye contact.

"I love you."

"I want to make you feel beautiful, Twilight," Night said, gorging himself on her nethers. Sparks of pleasure shot up from between her legs, silencing her protests. Her body felt good, even as a small chill crept into her heart. She thought of Hren, her griffon client -- but Night wasn't like that; he'd never please her, and a beak on her genitals would be painful. She sat down on the bed as her breathing hastened and her legs began to twitch. Oh, this was starting to feel good. Her hungry body was primed for the taking. She opened her lips and peals of pleasure spilled out. She heard telltale noises from down below -- he'd gotten her wet. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in. She was going to make him do something for her. Her hungry husband ate away at her like she was a fine meal of a mare to no objection from him. She hummed through her parted lips. Stallions were nice. She felt the jitters in his hands clenching her ass and realized that he was sustained only by caffeine and lust. Her heart grew a little colder, and looking down, she saw Hren again. Even so, every gasp of hers only served to make him go faster. Her hips started to spasm.

"Night, I'm- OHH!" Twilight cried out of orgasm.

"I'll make you cum for me," he purred, replacing his mouth with his fingers. "And just when you scream your loudest, my slut, I'll take you with my cock." He was reclaiming her, reclaiming her from the things he knew she did when he was not looking, things others may not understand. And a certain part of him felt simultaneous shame in her promiscuity, and arousal in being the one who got to fuck her raw and flood her insides with his seed while all those other stallions could only rent what he had for free and never truly felt her insides. She was his and he had to make her understand that. He could not allow her to for a second forget why she was HIS mare and he was HER stallion. Instinct drove him to claim her in that most primal of ways: rutting senseless until they collapsed with a puddle of spilled secretions and seed. He would be gentle with her, just not right now, not until he'd made her body and heart remember with a tremble. He had her how nobody else did, and she would never forget that.

"If you do that, I'll lose my m-mind." Velvet was trembling. Her husband returned to her clit with a vengeance. It felt fantastic. She trembled deep inside. She seized his head with both hands. "N-Night!"

Pushing her onto her back, he was over her now. She could feel him naked and hard. His cock was average in length and girth. He pinned her down and she gave her squirms.

He rubbed against her entrance with the head. "I'm going to make you all mine." Velvet wanted to say something, but didn't want to herd that particular elephant back into the room. She had to pick her words carefully, lest he be reminded that her body was a timeshare.

"You're the best.”

"I'll fuck you like nobody else can, like you need to be fucked. I'll show you who your stallion is!"

"Take me," Velvet beckoned as he pushed his hips forward, stopping halfway in, tensing and moaning. She moaned, too, and with just a twinge of pain in it. "Fuck me," she groaned, arching her hips at him, provoking him into starting back up again. She felt him move, and after several thrusts, got all the way inside. Now he was all the way deep, she could feel his tension. He was already giving little twitches. He needed her, and this inflamed her lust. She ignored the pain; Velour wasn't kidding about Adze being enough dick for three days.

Twilight moaned, moving her hips to meet his. her elegant, practiced motions contrasted his jerky ones. He clearly had not been laid the entire time he was out. He never said anything while he fucked her. Through her flames of pleasure, she imagined Hren again, kneeling between her thighs, treating her body as if it were meat. He didn't kiss her, he just fucked her like a mad man with only one goal on his mind: copulation. A whore -- money out, clothes off, condom on, sperm in -- leave. Adze was nice, Gleaming, too. Through her body's ecstasy, she felt her heart bloom from chill to flames. She wrapped her legs around him and fucked him back.

She felt him tense, clawing away at her back as if afraid to let go. His son had done that while emptying himself into her.

He pounded her frantically. He was breathing hard, snorting fit to burst. He was moaning, holding himself atop her, pinning her down, rutting her like a bitch in heat. As hot as it was, she could barely stop from wincing. She felt him quickening, hastening to his end. She hid her grimace and encouraged him. "Do it, don't stop, cum inside me. I'm cumming, cum with me!"

"Oh fuck." She could feel how hard he was. Her body lost control and she screamed.

"Night Light! Yes! Oh, Night Light! Make me yours again! Flood me! Make me your cock sheath!" He let out a deep moan as he surged one final time. His cock twitched as something hot began to vaguely flow into her. Twilight Velvet rocked her whole body, feeling his hard length hilt inside her. She cheered him, "Oh! Yes! Come for me, my husband, my love, come for me and only for me!"

He was cumming in her, just one of many. This session was ending, and it had been about him and him alone, just like with clients; her pleasure had been tangential to preparing her body for him, her feelings and words just to validate his. At least she'd orgasmed, too.

Night Light was overcome with pleasure and passion. Not even ten minutes home and he was giving all his love to his favorite mare. He fucked her hard, giving her what he hoped was a fuck to remember. Her walls caressed his cock, sending spikes of pleasure up his spine. He called her name, ejaculating into her in the mating press. He surged inside repeatedly, her milking him dry -- his bad little whore! She milked him dry, and by the time he stopped cumming, his balls felt empty to the point of being hollow.

"How was that? I hope enough," he gasped, kissing her, pulling his sensitive, spent dick from her folds. He kissed her on the lips and then fell forward collapsing from exhaustion into a dreamless slumber.

Velvet held him, panting from her own pleasure. Trapped under him, she sighed. "Good night, I guess. At least you're home." She snuggled with him, less mad than circumstances may have suggested. As the darkness leered at her, she wondered what would have happened had she held their son those two times she had used his body. She sighed again, wishing sleep would come. She and her vagina needed rest after the day's battering. At least he was holding her, something no client, no matter how good or regular, did once they were done with the service. Her husband was hers and only hers. He loved her, didn't he?

Night Light first brushed back against consciousness from oblivion with a distinct sensation coming from his body. If he had to guess, it would have been that it was lower down. Not quite strong enough to focus, he faded out, only to very shortly thereafter again awake to a very particular but not the least bit at all unpleasant feeling between his legs. Pleasure shortly began to creep in from around the fringe peripheries of his dawning awareness. His cock was engulfed in something warm and soft and very wet, and just slightly sticky, too. Hot puffs of gas washed over his crotch and tickled at his balls. He kept his eyes shut, awaking to find himself already quite supremely aroused, even in his very groggy state. His cock was at full attention already in the bobbing clutches over whatever held it in place. Golden light of the morning registered even though his shut eyelids. He heard his first sounds of that already very good day: suckling and slurping. His toes clenched and uncurled as a wet organ struck an exquisitely sensitive spot on the underside of his rock-hard dick. He murmured and sighed happily, reaching out with his hand to brush the familiar texture of a beloved mare's mane. "Good morning, Twilight." He opened his eyes to see his beloved wife, Twilight Velvet, sucking his cock. There was no better way to wake up, especially this early in the morning. He caressed her head, touching her soft ears and running his fingers through her straight mane. "MMmmmmmmm... Mmmhmmmm mmmmm... I am suuuuch a lucky stallion to have you as my wife." She answered his besotted, sleep-addled praises with a diligent kiss on his sensitive tip. "Oh I love you."

"I love you too, my husband."

"Celestia, how many guys get woken up by their sexy wives sucking them off first thing in the morning?"

"Not that many," teased back a mischievous Twilight Velvet before licking him from balls to tip.

She swished around her tongue all over the head, giving puckered kisses to the most sensitive spots on his cock. Then she gave him a devilish wink in warning before she took him all the way into her mouth with a single fluid motion down to the balls, not breaking eye contact in the second sexiest sight Night Light had ever seen. He moaned in pleasure, "You're incredible. I'm so lucky to have you, Equestria's best cocksucking wife." He could be kind and gentle now. He had given her one hell of a ravishing last night, and from her screams, she had loved it, loved him. He was her husband and what they had was special -- no picadillo or client could change that. He had her word the whole time, but in seeing her like this, he knew he still had her heart and soul and body. And now that was established, he could let his radiantly glowing feelings of deep affection show. He had a lot of competition to outfuck, and he'd done that, just like always.

She popped off the end, coming up for air. "Only Equestria's best?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I feel insulted, Ni Ni, and I won't give you the only thing better than my morning blowjobs unless you tell me what I want to hear."

"Velvet..."

She giggled, letting his painfully throbbing dick stand at attention in the cool breeze forlorn and neglected when it had only just so recently been receiving all of the magnificent mare's luxurious love on its every inch. "Say it."

"Come on," he whined at his most dearest mare.

She produced her magnificent, large breasts and placed them around his dick. Their softness was heavenly, and only even more so, the pleasure immediately began to climb as she massaged his length. He touched her breasts, massaging and squeezing them. She winced a bit as he dug in his fingertips deep into the mounds and brushed something hard. He wordlessly apologized at her displeased expression and instead chose to play with her nipples. She gasped a little bit at his touch, her own silver face growing mauve with the flush of hot red blood to the surface of her skin. She smiled, seeing the effect her titjob had on her stallion. Though she would never tell him, he was bigger than Shining Armor between the legs. He was maybe just a little bit bigger in girth, but easily was by far the clear winner in terms of length, not that this was always a good thing. Penetration was awesome, the best thing after clitoral stimulation and it was a thing she indubitably craved, but there could be too much of a good thing. Adze Chisel was far on the side of way too fucking much. Her husband was about as much as she could take, provided he didn't take forever, aroused her, got either wetness sufficient or used lube, and didn't pummel her insides like a rabid heavyweight boxing champion. Shining Armor, however, had just enough to feel good, but not enough to wear her insides out or accidentally plunge too deep unless he really plunged in hard while she was very strongly clenched -- good thickness, too -- fucking him was easy and fun. She felt a bit of pain in her insides still from yesterday's round with Adze. Like that was going to stop her from seeing to her special somepony anyway.

Night Light did not know any of this and was just blissfully basking away in the carnal delights of her bountiful bosoms. "Mmmm, yeah, my wife has the best tits, so big and soft, and they're all mine," he purred, kneading handfuls of mammary tissue in his hands. His fingers and palms contacted her nipples, causing Twilight Velvet to shiver in happiness. The pleasure was building in his dick and she knew it -- that devilish grin on her wonderful face told him everything he could ever need to know about what she was thinking regarding herself, him, and what erotic treats lay in store in the near future for the both of them. He was starting to tremble and his heart was beating slowly but surely faster and faster, his breath and muscles racing, contracting a little bit with each stroke of Twilight's tits as they brought him ever closer to complete satisfaction.

"Feeling good?" she asked slyly.

"Ye-yeah," Night Light shook back, blushing. "If you keep this up, love, I'm going to cum all over you."

A truly evil glint entered her eye. "Now you don't want that, do you? Not after a month without your hot little wife to take care of you."

"N-no, I want to feel you from the inside."

"Like this?" Twilight took her tits away and resuming sucking his cock to a moan of his bemusement.

"No, I want your pussy, but your mouth is amazing, too, beautiful."

"How good do I make you feel? Say it and I'll fuck you right now."

"Twi..."

"Don't pout now, you know it's true."

He groaned, "Okay, fine, Twilight Radiance Velvet, you are the finest blowjob giving cocksucking wife in all of Equus."

"Thank you!" she chirped deviously, touching herself between her legs. “Now for your reward...” She climbed atop him, presenting him with the number one sexiest sight of his life. There she was with the head of his cock now placed into the opening of her pussy. Just one small downward motion and he'd be inside her heavenly depths. "Say please."

"Please."

"Now please fuck me my beloved wife."

"Please fuck me, my beloved wife."

"Now please fuck me my beloved wife with the best pussy in all existence."

"Velvet!"

"Oh fine, you whiner," she laughed, lowering her hips as he tensed in pleasure, his cheeks turning visibly very red from arousal at the sight of the single absolute sexiest sight in his entire world.

They gasped together as their bodies merged in pleasurable contact. He felt her slick, silky cunt engulf his cock all the way down to the balls. She was soaking wet for him, having had plenty of time to get herself going while attending to him. "Ffffuck," he exhaled with a big grin as he felt himself nestled deeply inside of her. He reached out with his hands and found hers. Then he interwove their fingers, holding palm to palm. Then she raised her hips and lowered them. "I want you to grind on me; let's make this last. Wait, you're not too mashed up from being Velour, are you? You up for this, Twi?"

She beamed broadly and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. Their tongues dueled. "I love you, Ni Ni." He hugged her back and kissed her some more. He kissed her cheeks, her neck, her collar, and her breasts. He bucked up slowly into her to compliment her own ministrations.

How lucky he was that this was his wife, a beautiful mare who was so wonderful as to love him warts and all and share her body with him in communion. He loved her, truly. He was immeasurably thankful for how she still came back to him with her very best no matter what happened, no matter her days, or how far his work took them apart. She was so patient and wonderful. And when he came back again, she was there to give him all the loving he could ever ask for, and he caressed her breasts before bringing his hands down to her tummy to just feel her warm body move over his, the fit muscles sliding back and forth as their mutual pleasure grew higher and higher.

He sat up and hugged her close to him. "You feel amazing, Twilight. You're the best mare a stallion could ask for. You feel so good on the inside; your pussy is driving me crazy."

"I'm all yours," she replied, holding him up for her hands to caress. "Are you getting close, Ni Ni?"

"I am starting to. You really had at me with that wonderful blowjob already, Velvet -- that's why I wanted you to be gentle, because if I'd taken you like last night, I would have cum in the first minute."

She smiled. "That's just one of the many fun things I have got planned for you, Night Light. No spoiling the surprise for what comes later."

"Then how will I ever find out what wonders my dearest lady has in store for me after she's finished milking my soul out through my cock, you terrible tease?"

She kissed his forehead, smiling sweetly, and she answered back to him, "Cook me breakfast once you come back from heaven."

"Than can be arranged," grunted Night Light, clenching hard onto her sliding hips as his mate worked him ever closer to the summit of sexual release. "You feel ssssoooooo good," he remarked, hugging her tight, moving into a kneeling position. He started thrusting. "I can't hold back; I'm gonna have to cum soon."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Don't hold back," she said, kissing him even as she shoved her breasts back into his face, “I want to feel you cum inside me, feel you empty yourself into me. Night Light, make me yours."

He trembled. "Velvet, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it. Cum inside me."

"Oh fuck!" Nigh swore as his cock twitched and he grunted in overwhelming pleasure as orgasm took him. "Twilight! Twilight! Twilight!" he gasped in the fiery bliss of orgasm. He moaned his wife's name and claimed her hot insides again. Inside her was where he belonged. Wrapped around him was where she belonged. Thirsty for touch, he threw his head from her breasts and sought out her lips, kissing her ravenously, moaning into them to stop himself from screamingly loudly enough in pleasure to wake the whole neighborhood. She worked her hips on him, milking every last drop of her stallion's cum into her, eager to make him recall who his true love was. They rocked together in his climax until at last he collapsed backwards, grinning like an idiot. "I love you," he sighed.

"Breakfast, best stallion?"

"Gimme five minutes to catch my breath."

And so Night Light finished making breakfast for the both of them. He sat down on the couch next to Velvet, who was watching a soap opera on television. He kissed her cheek. "Heya, Vel." He nuzzled her. "I love you."

"I love you too, Ni Ni."

He sat down next to her. She rested her head on his lap, making contented little noises. "So, Twilight, what's going on around here since I was last present." He felt her tense with that question.

She paused before she answered. "Nothing much."

Not helpful. "Okay, so where are the kids?"

"Twilight's at Moondancer's."

"That's nice," said Night Iridescence Light with a smile. "I'm glad to see our little bookhorse and their little bookhorse are making friends."

"Eeyyyeeeaaah," creaked back Twilight Velvet.

"And what about Shining?" He felt his wife go stiff. "Vel, what's wrong? Is he okay? What happened?"

"Shining and I had a fight -- stupid teenage boy stuff. He said he wanted to go join a herd with Spring Sprocket and I told him he couldn't."

He looked down at his oddly stiff wife gravely. "So, where is he?"

"Ponyville, I think."

"You think?" He wanted to press her for more information, but he was too damn tired to really apply himself or think straight. He yawned, "Well, our boy's a strong one; he's 18 and there's no reason to doubt he can take care of himself, especially if he's in good company." He lay a hand on his stock still wife. "Velvet, what's with you? Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yeh, just upset is all."

"I understand."

"Let's talk about you!" Twilight blurted, suddenly becoming excited out of nowhere. She rolled to look up at his face like a rather oversized capricious cat.

Sighing, her husband let it go. "Okay, so what would you like to know?"

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course, darling," he laughed, leaning down to kiss her. He put his hand on her breast and she lay one over it, sinking her soft fingers in between his own.

"How long are you back?"

"Four days." She frowned. His smile faded. "What, it's twice as long as I was originally hoping for."

"You know what it is."

He sighed, "Velvet, I'm sorry I can't be here all the time. It's not because I want to be."

"I wasn't accusing you," said Twilight, "I just wish I got to have a relationship with you that didn't have to be put on hold for weeks at a time. I can't do this, Night Light!"

"What other options do we have, Twi?" Light softened his voice to not feed into his wife's justifiable anger. "I don't like it either, but things are tight as they are."

"I know that," growls back Twilight, "but that doesn't mean I like it. Is there any way you could I don't know work less crazy rotations?"

Night Light asks, "Then where are we going to get the money from? Kids are expensive and we've got two. Plus, we have this condo to pay off. Even if Shiny goes to the Guard and not to community college like we'd budgeted, that's a borderline relatively negligible expense to cross off. That doesn't begin to fathom the ultimate cost of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns., not to mention the inevitable college everything we'll have to cover for her in just six years. I can't stop, Vel. It's not because I'm an asshole; I love you guys too much to deprive you."

"It's hard here without you, Night. I get lonely..."

He whispers, "Hey hey, I understand, I get lonely, too. I don't like being apart either." He fondles a lock of her mane from her face and smiles gently. "But where is the money going to come from? I know I make a point of not asking about your alter ego profession, but could that really pay all our bills if I took a pay cut, perhaps a substantial one?"

"No..."

"How is your business going for Velour, by the way? Nobody's hurt her, right? Been safe?"

Velvet looked sad for some reason. He chalks it up to the conversation. "I wasn't too tender to see to you. Anyway, It's going fine. I'm using condoms, being discrete, and keeping it away from the home, just like we agreed. Clients... not always the nicest, but I'm not being really hurt by any of them, nnnnnooooo..."

"Good," said her husband gratefully. "I care about you, even if I'm not thrilled about what it is you do."

"It makes good money, often at least a thousand a week, but it's not stable. And there's so much overhead with renting rooms, advertising, condoms, lube, and so on. And it just sometimes goes flat. It's really good right now, even a new regular, but I don't know the next time business will just dry up for Velour. She has a good table of regulars, but there would need to be, well, a lot more money to replace what you bring in if your side of the finances really drooped."

"What would it take?"

"Would have to both raise my rates and get significantly more appointments than already come in, and Velour has business most days."

"Is there any way she could do that?"

"Go on tour, I guess, or try my luck in clopfilms."

"Neither of which're gonna happen."

"Do you doubt me?" Twilight asked.

Night shook his head dismissively. "No no, just I know you wouldn't want to go on tour and leave our children all alone for weeks to months, and it's hard enough to get into clop movies, let alone at your age and condition."

Velvet wrapped her arms around her lower abdomen between navel and hips defensively. "I'm a mother of two, okay, that's going to leave some marks."

Night Light squeezed her hand. "I wasn't calling you ugly, dear, I think it makes you even more beautiful and arousing, knowing that your body, your wonderful, fertile body, has borne me my children, given me the privilege to know it inside and out."

"Night, you're being sweet," giggled Twilight blushing red, pulling herself up by his shoulders to kiss him on his stubbled jaw.

Her husband laughed, catching her to hold in place for a kiss on the lips, a kiss which she returned with passion and more than just a little bit of tongue. He broke free to smooch her breasts. "I can't forget that you have the best boobs in the city. All those other husbands with palty, flat wives, and here you are with these..." He grinned.

"Well, I have you to thank for them, my dear husband. God only gave me so much."

"Oh please, he gave you plenty and you know it -- more than a handful to start with. I was blown away by them when I first saw you."

"And I was quite taken with that blushing high school colt who walked up to a grown woman outside a movie theater and asked her if she'd take his second ticket to Batmare & Gryph-pone because he'd been stood up. So brave..."

He snorted, "Hey! How was I supposed to know you were like what, seven years older than me? My friend dared me to ask out the first mare to walk by and then pointed me at you. I had no choice."

His wife pursed her lips and slowly exhaled, drawling, "Sssssuuuuuuuuurreeeeee... and you just walked up to the mare with the biggest tits wearing a tight dress and a short skirt totally by chance -- you wanted me, admit it."

"Okay, I did, but I was scared as hell."

"Why wouldn't you be?" Velvet had a wicked gleam in her eye. "Don't you know I eat up stallions with both sets of my lips?"

"You're a predator, as I found out when the movie turned out to be ass. The best part of that movie was you, your mouth and boobs, wow, those blew me away. First time I'd ever seen breasts out in person. Half fried my brain."

Velvet hummed, "Don't you pretend you don't like them as they are now."

"True!" Night laughed, giving a playful smack across their top surface. "I think they really make you look a milfy MILF."

"Am I your MILF?"

"Absolutely, in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I made you my M-I-H-F-R many more times this visit."

She drew air quotes. "'Maifer?' What's that, Ni Ni?"

"Mother I Have Fucked Recently." She felt him squeeze below.

She blushed, falling back into his lap, suddenly pensive again. "Hey, Night Light, do you think I could play a MILF in a porno?"

"I don't see why not..." His pupil dilated as he caught the suggestion. "It'd be a gamble, but if you want to try it, maybe I could come home to help with the kids more if it started doing well and demanding your time, but I'm just not going to take a huge risk with the family for a risky dream. We'll think of something."

"I hope." Twilight suddenly brightened. "Hey, wanna go around the city today?"

"Today?" Night Light groaned.

"Yes, today."

"Are these the surprises you were telling me about earlier."

"You bet," said Twilight. "First, I was going to go with you to brunch with a coupon a beer tasting at the Bare Fettock, then there's an open air concert at Galloping Green, then we could go around until dinner and then come home tonight for some more lovin." She purred enthusiastically. Night Light couldn't meet her gaze.

His shoulders sagged. "Twilight, I'm sorry, but I'm too tired. You know I am, I always am. I have just four days off before I go back to dealing with batty thestrals for another five weeks. Just please let me rest, tune out, and watch some TV, okay? I love you, but I just can't anything right now."

Twilight Velvet got off her husband's lap without making even a single sound. "Okay," she said, surprisingly icy and completely non-emotive. “Just see your wife for the first time in a month and then not want to do anything with her."

"Twi," he started, raising a hand, "I do want to do things with you, fun things, outside the house things, but I'm just so goddamn tired after a month of six day work weeks on a nocturnal schedule. I'm just too out of it to really do anything right now, okay, I'm sorry."

She huffed, "Sure, too out of it except to fuck me twice, cook breakfast, and watch tv -- all things you wanted to do, but you can't summon the energy to spend the day with me?" She sulked. "I just wanted to spend some time with you, Ni Ni; I'm not asking for much..."

"Twilight..."He was interrupted by a shrill, metallic Ding.

Twilight Velvet looked down at her phone. Its ringtone had just gone off. Suddenly calm, she said, "It's okay, something just came up anyway. I'll see you tonight, Ni Ni, after I'm done working. Sleep tight or whatever. Actually, if you could get groceries and do the laundry, that'd be great -- Shiny normally does it, but his ass is MIA right now. Seeya later, love ya, bye!"

"Love you," the exhausted stallion sighed. This was familiar. Home was still home, just how he had left it last month when flew off on his trip. So much for rest and relaxation.

The air was tense. The dim, rented office was illuminated by the pale apricot glow of a shaded lamp in the corner, giving faintly moody, long shadows. The room was empty apart from a large, oval rug, a plush leather armchair, a big couch, and a glass coffee table in the middle. Twilight Velvet slouched on the couch, her chin in her hand, her thumb pressing into it with worry, her other hand hidden in the front hip pocket of her jeans.

Across from her was an orange mare with a rusty red mane and a little plaid flat cap. She wore glasses, a pencil skirt, and a tweed sweater, her appearance almost offensively inoffensive. She had an expertly balanced clipboard and notebook on the higher of her crossed knees with an ivory fountain pen in her left hand. She was looking intently at the mare behind sharply angled yellow eyes, down her longer than average snout through a pair of thick-rimmed, square, thick, coke bottle glasses. "I notice you said encounter instead of date or session, liason, rendezvous, appointment, or even meeting. You have never used that particular word before to describe time with a client. Why?" the mare asked in her Prench accent, her voice neutral albeit high-pitched and more noticeably nasally.

Velvet paused. "Because it's not very often I see him, but it's also brief."

"Does he only pay you for part of an hour?"

"Not that; he pays for the full time, the asshole just doesn't use it."

The mare looked down her glasses. "This seems to bother you, Twilight. Why?"

"It's not that I hate seeing him -- he's punctual, pays, and he's simple to work on."

"Then what's wrong? Do you find him repulsive?"

"No, that's not it at all; he's a young guy, in great shape... he's a griffon soldier of fortune."

"So I take it you are very attracted to him?" asked the therapist.

"Yes," replied Velvet, "more than a little."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Excited at the time, but afraid, too. You see, he is not a considerate lover, let alone person. He just arrives, pays, and then hammers away at me for however many minutes until he reaches orgasm, and then he leaves just like fucking that."

The therapist had a flash of realization. "Shouldn't that make him a preferred client? I mean you've lamented clients that are hard to please, demanding, stingy, make you emotionally overexert, eat up the day, get too personal..." Velvet couldn't help but give a sour look. "I thought you liked quick, easy clients who pay well and don't strain your energies."

"I do!" Velvet blurted just a hair faster than necessary, "I- but I- I just feel as if it's like a waste of what I, I mean Velour, has to offer."

"Do you now?"

"Absolutely. I'm an escort. I can do many things, I can be many people, I can entertain in many ways. I even charge for my time instead of sex. I love a quick bit as much as the next mare, Open Mind, but..." Twilight tapered off.

Open Mind asked, "Are you troubled; what is wrong about him?"

"Nothing."

"Is it Hren?"

"Yeah, that damned griffon..." It took Twilight several moments to respond. “Imagine if I paid you for your time, the whole hour, but then I just came in for five minutes, told you I was fine, recapped inane shit from my life, and walked off having told you your profession is bullshit. How would that make you feel?"

"If it would be what you needed, I wouldn't mind it at all, because this is about you, not me."

"Cut the crap!" Velvet hissed at the nonplussed psychiatrist. "You'd feel misused on some level."

"Perhaps professionally but not personally -- nobody who works in service can afford to take work or clients personally."

"I don't take it personally."

Open Mind held out a hand. "Then, Twilight, please continue with what you were saying earlier about this troubling client of yours before we worm our way into unproductive circle talk."

"I'm sorry," said Twilight Velvet, "I didn't mean to get angry at you."

"It's fine; far worse things have been said in this office. You wouldn't be the first to get a little hot under the lid here, be testy with their therapist, and you certainly won't be the last," reassured Open Mind with a kindly smile showcasing her braces.

Twilight composed herself, slipping back into her look of stressed boredom. "When he's done with me, I just think that this isn't why I got into escorting." Twilight Velvet stumbled to a stop.

"Go on," she encouraged.

"I feel like he just uses my body to masturbate. I love sex, I enjoy my work, and the parade of partners is I feel one of the perks. Most of my clients appreciate me -- talk to me, tell me things, seek my advice, joke with me, flirt with me, bring me gifts, caress me, ask about how I am, and pleasure me. I like that; I like the attention. It also gives me something to work with -- I can read them, bounce off them, and tailor my performance to them. Do they want me to be aggressive? Do they want a femme fatale? Do they want a... nn... um... maternal... uh... figure? Do they want me to be shy? Should I play a bimbo? Should I play an airy fairy artist? Should I play therapist? Should I give them an asskicking? Whatever they need is what I do. But him... I really can't describe it as anything more than him using my cunt to jerk off. It's like fucking a robot. He sticks it in, moves in and out at an exact pace, doesn't touch, doesn't talk, ejaculates, and walks out casual like he's just asked where the metro station is."

"I see. And that troubles you?"

"Damn right! Fucking him -- fucking him makes me want to cry."

"But you've told me in the past that you got into escorting for the money and that sex didn't really enter into it."

"I am in it for the money. That's why I keep seeing him. I even charge him double rate extra for him to do me without a condom."

The therapist adjusts her glasses before casting a faint shadow of a glance down at Velour's hips before scrutinizing her face. "But I thought Night Light set that as a condition when you started this."

Velvet's cheeks are dyed a deeper shade of silver. "I know I know, but he's a different species -- fuck me all he likes, cum in me all he likes, he can't get me sick or pregnant, so why not exploit that for a bit more money? And it's more intimate, too."

Her psychiatrist takes a deep breath. "Velvet, you really shouldn't lie to me. I can't help you if you lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you!"

"This is a safe space, Missus Velvet, you will find no judgement or exposure here, sworn by both professional standards and full penalty of the crown's law, but you keep on mentioning things like intimacy, romance, pleasure, and attention, all on your end. These things, as you have said yourself, are not what your clients pay for, no?"

Velvet groaned, "You're right. I don't know why I'm letting this bother me so much."

"From what else you've told me today, things with your son are rough, your husband is perpetually absent-"

"He came back!" Velvet interrupted.

"Then let's change topics. And since you seem eager to affirm you two are not apart, why not tell me about him?"

"Well, I didn't expect him coming home early. It was right after a booking I learned that he was returning soon, sooner than expected, actually."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Angry."

"Anger? Really? From a mare who laments his absence in most meetings of ours?"

"It's complicated; I mean I'm angry at the inconvenience and surprise, but once he's coming back and I'm going to see him, I get really happy. But then he makes me want to cry."

"Care to tell me about it?"

Velvet took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, but it's going to be graphic."

The therapist asked with a tad bit of noticeable awkwardness straining in her voice, "Are you and your husband bonking?" Open Mind was looking right at her, the silver mare feeling the yellow eyes like they were piercing her skin.

"I do when he's around," the yellow eyes eased off, "but Velour doesn't care. If it weren't for unhappy marriages -- dead bedrooms, bitchy wives, inattentive girlfriends, she wouldn't have a job." A scowl, shifted glasses for the faintest fraction of a second as the nose turned down to scrutinize her voluptuousness from hips to breasts again before hands patted their scrawny owner from top to bottom. "Sorry, does this bother you?"

The therapist broke eye contact. "That doesn't bother me one bit... this is your time and place to use as you need. I'm not judging you."

Author's Note

End of act one; plenty of action and action to go.

Okay, now all the big players are in the mix. Thanks for being patient with me again and thanks for all the great comments. Nothing makes me happier than your support. And now you know how things are between husband and wif and perhaps a little bit more about what's going on in Vel's minds. Next time, we're going back to check on how poor Shining is doing after we last saw him feeling quite broken up. Stay tuned for more Nights In Pink Velvet with more clop, more incest, and more drama.

Editing thanks to Sparky Brony, Dragonborne Fox, and my new editor, Samey90!

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Thanks for reading! I hope to be able to make this a monthly story at long last, but we'll see come March! Sorry about the two month wait -- I swear chapter 7 will come out faster.

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