Lois Griffin looked at herself in the mirror, at 44 years old she was still one of the most beautiful women in all of Quahog. Sure she'd gotten some wrinkles under her eyes and her skin had gotten a little bit more rough, but her waist had gotten thicker and the birth of her third child, Stewie, had kept her breasts as large and ample as ever. She loved her husband, Peter, but even she could not deny how much of a buffoon he really was, after all, one could just look at the way their children had turned out. Yet Lois, the heiress to the Pewtershmidt fortune remained as sexy and attractive as ever.
Her parents hated her husband, and they had a right to do so as well. After all, before him, they wanted her to wed the monkey across the street. That attractive, sexual monkey that Lois had dated for many months. It was the very same, rich and successful monkey that Lois had lost her virginity to at the age of 14. But that was in the past.
Getting down to her usual routine, Lois remembered life in the past few months. Despite her age, she became one of the best models in the world, before retiring to her normal life. As she changed Stewie, she remembered how immediately after she'd become a prostitute, cheating on Peter day and night. She could not deny that the thought of cheating again turned her on. She had done it various times, the first time was with a football quarterback named Stan Thompson. She got pregnant with Meg and broke off the affair, to focus on her and Peter's "family". Then, just half a year ago, when President Clinton came to town...
Lois quickly sent Peter off to work, the kids to school and Stewie to daycare. Lois sat in the couch where so many memories had been shared and just took off her clothes. She needed to know for herself that she was still beautiful and sexy, like all those actresses in their 40s, especially Mariah Carey.
"Heyy Lois," it was Brian, the family dog. He had a martini in his hand, typical. Lois quickly snatched the drink and took it herself. "Oh, ho-ho, feisty tonight, eh?" She was too late, the damn dog was already drunk. Lois and Brian had always gotten along well, that was until a month ago when the dog confessed his love for Lois. The woman could not deny, Brian would probably be a savvy lover, and a good husband.
"C'mon Brian, sit on my lap," said Lois.
"Now we're talkin'," he slurred. He quickly did so, and Lois lay down. Brian licked her on the cheek and settled down on her stomach, his head angling between her breasts and his tail inching into her panties. Quickly, the dog was dozing. Turning on the TV, Lois quickly changed it to the classical music section, as to not disturb the sleeping dog. Lois, however, could not help herself and gently squeezed Brian's ass, but let go quickly, she knew that the two couldn't get any closer than that.
"LOIS!" it was Peter. He burst into the door.
"What is it Peter! Shouldn't you be at work!"
"Joe's dead."
Lois gasped at the news. She could only imagine how Bonnie felt.