Freya’s Sexual Adventures: Book 2 - Freya the Sex Addict

by Freya Gersemi

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My second book is also dedicated to AlexFourways who has supported me and cheered me on from across the pond.

This book is also dedicated to Figjamkiss. Without his knowledge, guidance, and endless faith in my writing abilities, this book simply would not have been possible.

I am honored to still be able to call them friends.

Thank you!

Chapter 1

Freya held the creased piece of paper and read what was scrawled on it in Alex’s messy handwriting.

Freya Darlene Gersemi,

Ever since you walked into my life looking for ‘not too girly’ pink paint, I have been madly, blindly, and passionately in love with you.

I would like to say that I accept you for all of your strengths and for all of your weaknesses, but you have no weaknesses. You have no faults. You have no failings.

You are perfect in every way. You are everything that I’ve ever dreamed of. You are everything that I will ever need. You are, simply, everything to me and I will love you forever.

With tears in her eyes, she looked up at her husband.

“You have to stop reading the wedding vows,” he said to her. “It’s been two months.”

“I’m going to frame it and hang it on the wall for everyone to see every time they come here,” Freya told him. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read.” She stared at him through her tears. “You are amazing.”

“I’m just trying to live up to you,” he answered.

Freya stood up, put the paper down on the table, and hopped into Alex’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “take me.” Not one to disappoint, Alex picked her up and carried her to their bed. He gently laid her down and pulled her sneakers off. She wiggled her toes at him and he tickled her foot. Crying, laughing, and screaming, she kicked his hands away and rolled to the center of the bed.

He was unbuckling his belt as she slipped out of her shorts and threw them onto the floor. Alex pushed his sneakers off, stepped out of his pants, and crawled onto the bed next to his wife. She lay there waiting for him, smiling. He quickly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open to reveal her perfect tits cradled in sheer nylon cups. Alex unhooked the fastener between them and they sprang into view.

After two years, Alex was still awestruck by her beauty. And not least of all, her tits. They were simply flawless. They were full and firm, the porcelain skin contrasting against her nipples that were a light rose color and almost always hard and incredibly sensitive. He leaned down and pulled one into his mouth as Freya loudly moaned.

She reached into his underwear to free his cock and immediately started stroking him. She could feel precum dripping across her thumb and onto her thigh. Freya gently pushed his head away from her and curled her body down to take his hardness into her mouth.

Alex slid her panties down her ass and pulled them to her knees. Without releasing his dick from her tight lips, she wriggled her legs free and Alex worked a finger into her pussy. She groaned deep in her chest, then squealed as Alex lifted her by the hips and planted her right onto his face. In her surprise, his cock popped out of her mouth smearing spittle and precum across her nose.

“Now, look what you made me - Ohh!” As Alex’s mouth found her clit, she ground her pelvis against his face. Alex’s erection pointing up at her was momentarily forgotten as she worked her pussy on his mouth. She curved her back to give him better access to her clit as he gripped her waist further pulling himself into her.

“Oh, Alex!” She sighed and closed her eyes. Then she remembered his cock.

Freya leaned down and hungrily gobbled the entire thing into her mouth. In this position, its slight curvature ensured that the head could slip easily into the back of her throat. Although she enjoyed having her pussy eaten, it was cock in her mouth that she really craved and this was the best of both worlds. She could suck on him and her smoldering cunt wasn’t left unattended.

For his part, Alex loved getting a blowjob. Honestly, though, his preference was having Freya riding him on top. He loved the feeling of being inside her and having his hands free to roam around her gorgeous body. And, of course, being able to just enjoy the view of her hips, her waist, her tits, her face - everything about her. Perhaps this harkened back to their first shared experience with actual intercourse.

As he lapped at her pussy, Alex remembered their first time. Freya had sat him down on a chair, did the sexiest strip tease that he could ever have imagined, then straddled his lap and slid herself onto his virgin cock. That was a moment that would remain forever burned in Alex’s mind. That very moment that they moved from being in love to being lovers.

He loved fucking her, but he certainly had no issues with eating her out while having his cock sucked, either!

His tongue continued to probe her tasty depths and he could feel her pubic hair tickling his chin. He squeezed an index finger between his face and her pussy and slid it into her, then carefully reached his hand around one of her smooth ass cheeks. Alex felt the vibrations of her groan in his loins as his slippery finger found her asshole. He felt her push his cock even deeper into her throat when he pressed his finger against her.

Alex’s coated fingertip easily pushed past her anus and she groaned again. He wiggled it slightly and she started cumming. He could feel her wetness on his face and could feel her ass clenching around his finger. With one hand on a hip and one finger inside her ass, he pulled her down and pushed his tongue as far as he could into her and immediately started pouring his own cum down her throat.

Freya almost gagged, but by this point, she was far too skilled for that. She gulped down all that her husband could give her like the pro that she was, all the while drenching her husband’s face with the juices from her pussy.

Suddenly, she was ripped from his cock and roughly tossed aside as Alex gasped for air. She watched as a final weak spurt of cum came out of his dick. She reached a finger out to wipe it up and sucked that into her mouth, then fell into a sweaty heap next to Alex.

When he was able to speak, Alex told her, “Sorry. I couldn’t breathe.”

She rubbed his upper thigh.

“Frey, you are amazing.”

Her face against the side of his hip, she smiled. “I know.” She reached a hand out and playfully fondled his dick for a minute.

“What do you want for dinner?” She finally asked.

“I don’t know.” Alex thought for a minute. “Do you want me to grab some steaks and I’ll grill them?” With everything that Freya had brought into his life, Alex was always trying to do what he felt was his fair share. Ironically, Freya thought he always did way too much for her and Alex thought that he could never do enough.

But maybe that was love at its most fundamental? Each trying to endlessly please the other?

“Sure,” Freya answered. “I’ll make a salad.”

As they cleaned up and got dressed, Alex asked if she wanted to invite the girls down for dinner.

“Yeah! That’ll be fun!” Then Freya added, “And you know what? I’ll tell them to bring a salad.” She gave Alex a quick peck on the cheek. “After pleasuring my man, I’m just going to sit and relax with an ice cold glass of ginger ale.”

Alex slapped her on the ass. “Well, you’re pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”

Freya smiled coyly. “Aren’t you pleased with me?”

“Always!” Alex replied.

“I’ll run up and invite them,” Freya said as she got dressed and left the bedroom. Alex watched her hips sway as she did. He could feel the gentle stirrings of another erection. ‘I really hit the lottery,’ he thought as he zipped up his pants.

Freya ran up the stairs and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Katie called out.

“Hey, we’re grilling up some steaks. Do you guys want to join us?” Freya asked.

“Yeah!” Katie turned and yelled down the hallway, “Hey, Cynthia, Freya invited us down for dinner.” Then back to Freya, she asked, “What can we bring?”

“A salad?”

“I’m on it!”

“Hey, Frey!” Cyn walked into the kitchen. Everyone called her Cyn except for Katie. Katie felt that Cynthia suited her beauty better. “What’s for dinner?” She asked.

“Alex is going to grill some steaks and Katie’s making a salad.”

“Yum!” Cyn exaggeratedly rubbed her small pot belly as her giant tits swayed within the confines of her T-shirt. “Don’t worry, I’ll put a bra on. I wouldn’t want to tempt that cute husband of yours!”

Freya smiled, but she knew that out of the two girls, it wasn’t Cyn that was her husband’s temptation. “That’s awfully thoughtful of you.”

“So, guys,” she continued, “come on down whenever. The door will be unlocked.”

“We’ll bring down some drinks, too.” Katie said as Freya started down the stairs.

Cynthia closed the door behind her and walked over to Katie who was cutting up some tomatoes. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and gave her a tiny kiss on the top of her head.

“So, you don’t want to tempt Freya’s ‘cute husband,’ huh?” Katie said as she put the knife down and leaned into Cynthia’s embrace. Katie could feel the soft comfort of Cynthia’s breasts against her thin shoulders. “You really do want to have sex with a man, don’t you?”

“This again?” Cynthia rolled her eyes. “Really?”

“It’s fine!” Katie countered. “You are allowed to have feelings.” She picked up the towel from the counter and wiped her hands, then still in Cynthia’s embrace, turned to face her. She looked into Cynthia’s eyes. “I told you that you can. I trust you. We would just have to find a guy who would be interested in just sex with no strings attached.”

“Oh, that wouldn’t be difficult!”

Katie smiled, then it quickly faded from her face. “And a guy that we could trust.”

Cynthia nodded slowly. “And that is where the problem lies.” She squeezed Katie and told her, “But it’s a good thing that I’m a lesbo and so madly in love with my little Katie-bear!” Cynthia reached a hand under Katie’s ass and lifted her up.

Katie struggled to free herself. “Uh-uh! I have to make the salad!”

“Oh, poo!” Cynthia let her go. Cynthia started to walk out of the kitchen. “Fine! If you really have to make the salad, then I’m going to put a bra on now so that I won’t tempt you!”

“I think I can control myself,” Katie called after her. “But tonight… You’re all mine!”

“Can’t wait,” Cynthia yelled from the bedroom.

Chapter 2

Dinner was great, but, of course, the company was better. After the mayhem of Katie moving in with Cynthia, Alex proposing to Freya and everything involved with planning a wedding, and then buying the house and all four moving in, their lives were just beginning to return to some semblance of normality and they were really enjoying just relaxing with each other over a leisurely dinner.

“Who would have thunk the three of us girls would have ended up here?” Freya mused aloud after Alex and Katie had cleared the table. “I mean, we were what? Practically toddlers when we met?”

“It blows my mind!” Cynthia said. “I mean, we grew up with each other and suddenly you’re seriously dating Alex and getting married. This kid,” she nodded her head towards Katie, “says that she’s gay for me and we start fuck-” she stopped and looked at Alex, “Um… dating. Then we all buy a house and we’re living together. Well, practically together.”

Katie placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you for censoring yourself.”

“I was gonna say -” Cynthia started.

“We can imagine what you were going to say,” Katie interrupted. “There’s no need to actually say it. Thank you.”

Alex and Freya just smiled.

“Well, I’m sure that Alex can imagine -”

Katie put a hand over Cynthia’s mouth, stopping her. “Thank you,” she told her.

“You guys are too cute,” Freya commented.

From behind Katie’s hand, Cynthia said, “Yeah, we’re a fucking delight.”

“And that’s our cue to leave,” Katie announced as she stood up.

Cynthia got up. “Yeah. Katie promised me a special dessert upstairs. If you know what I mean.”

“Can you ever control your piggishness?” Katie cried.

Grabbing Katie in her arms, she told her, “Hey. I am what I am.”

“And we love you!” Freya added. “Thanks for bringing the salad and sodas.”

“Thank you for dinner,” Katie said and she took Cynthia’s hand and led her towards the door. “Love you guys!”

“We love you!” Freya called out as they were closing the door. She turned to Alex, “Cynthia is really something, huh?”

Alex smiled. “She is something.” He took Freya into his arms. “But you’re everything.”

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed of,” Freya said paraphrasing his vow.

“You are!”

The happy couple watched TV for a bit, then decided to go to bed. Climbing into bed, Alex asked Freya if she really needed her nightshirt.

Freya raised her eyebrows at him. “I don’t know. Do I?”

She got her answer when he started to unbutton the tattered flannel she had on. She simply laid back and let him.

As Alex unbuttoned the shirt and pulled the sides away from her, he lowered his head and took one of her succulent nipples into his mouth. Freya placed a hand on the back of his head and sighed. Alex reached down and tenderly opened her moistening folds. He slowly rubbed his finger up and down her slit feeling her getting wetter. When she spread her legs a little more, he carefully pushed a finger into her. Freya moaned in arousal.

Between his finger pushing in and out of her pussy, his thumb massaging her clit, and his strong lips pulling on her nipple, Freya quickly went from “aroused” to “I need to fuck.”

She roughly pushed his head away from her breast and rolled over to face him. He knew this dance. They were very sexually in sync with one another - or as it would turn out, he only thought that they were.

Alex rolled onto his back and Freya climbed over him as his stiff cock easily found her entrance. She slid herself onto him and sat up across his hips. With her hands on her thighs, she closed her eyes and rhythmically ground herself against him. Alex felt his dick slipping and sliding against her insides and closed his own eyes. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked up at her.

He loved that she was so uninhibited. It was every man’s dream to have such a sexually vivacious woman. Alex gazed at her body gyrating above him. Her skin glowing in the light of the bedside lamp. He watched her auburn hair - she sometimes described it as “dingy reddish brown,” but he always thought of it as “Hot as Hell Red” - brushing against her shoulders and upper arms. His gaze moved from the look of ecstasy on her face down to her gently swaying tits.

They were simply magnificent.

Reaching up, he held each one in a hand, feeling their heft and firmness. She leaned forward a bit, pushing them into his palms and grinding her always neatly trimmed bush against his more unruly pubic hair. Alex could feel her erect nipples pressing into his hands. Taking each one between thumbs and fingers, he gently twisted them and Freya moaned out loud and ground herself even harder onto him.

Freya tossed her head forward and hair, damp with sweat, fell across her face. She brought her hands up, joining Alex’s on her breasts. She squeezed his hands against her tender skin and moaned again. Her hips were rocking faster.

She suddenly grabbed his wrists and ripped them from her tits with surprising strength, then pushed them into the hair hanging on either side of her head. And, once more, of course, Alex knew exactly what to do.

He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair right against her scalp and pulled.

Apparently, not pulling enough, Freya opened her eyes and told him, “Pull my hair.”

Alex pulled.

“Pull my hair!” she yelled at him.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew better than to hold back when she was like this. So, he pulled her hair. Hard.

She screamed and her body, slick with sweat, was sliding roughly up and down Alex’s thighs. Her pussy was absolutely pummeling his cock causing it to jerk back and forth painfully.

“Freya,” Alex said, “You’re hurting me.”

She screamed, again, in response, seemingly oblivious to everything around her save for their furious fucking.

“Freya!” he shouted, trying to get her attention, but to no avail.

Letting go of her hair, Alex squirmed underneath her and was able to free himself from her pussy’s clutch. His cock was now trapped between his lower abdomen and her inflamed pussy lips riding against him. This felt a little better. A little safer. He breathed a small sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Freya let out a ferocious groan and leaned back so far that she fell backwards onto Alex’s legs squirting tiny droplets of her cum onto his stomach. For a long few minutes, she stayed laying against his legs on the bed. Finally, Alex tapped her knee.

“Frey?”

“Hmm,” came her reply. She slowly pulled her body upright, then rolled off of him to one side. She placed a hand onto his chest and her head on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked.

“Mmm,” she mumbled and leisurely circled one of his nipples with one of her fingertips.

After a few moments, she asked him, “Did you cum?”

A little surprised at the question - after all, while she was climaxing, he was fearing for his manhood - but then not so surprised given the mental state that Freya had been in, Alex answered her. “No.”

“Oh you poor baby! Let me take care of that.” And she crawled her way down to his softening cock, stopping just long enough to lick the droplets of her own cum off of him.

In stark contrast to the frenzied passion she had exhibited just minutes before, Freya sucked his cock with slow, measured affection. At first, Alex was troubled by her previous actions, but as her lips and tongue caressed him, it became easier and easier to push his concerns aside.

‘She is just a sexually passionate woman,’ he reasoned as he let himself fall into the pleasure of her talented mouth.

When she finished him, she crawled up onto his chest.

“I will love you forever,” she told him and he could see the love in her eyes. Then she added, “Husband.”

He could smell his cum on her breath. And then he could taste it when she kissed him. He could also taste her pussy on her lips. The potent mixture of their passion was heavenly on his tongue.

She rolled off him and snuggled against his side.

“And I will love you forever, too, my wife.”

“Last night was fun,” Katie said as she placed a small bowl of yogurt and a plate of fruit in front of Cynthia.

“The steak was delicious,” Cynthia replied. “And I didn’t overeat.”

“I’m very proud of you. We want to save that for special occasions.” Then Katie added, with a wry smile, “And somehow - I don’t know how - Alex was able to keep his dirty man paws off of you.”

“I’m sure it was hard!” Cynthia laughed. “Get it?”

Katie rolled her eyes. “I get it. You’re a pig.”

Cynthia gave her a smirk from across the table.

Katie nibbled on a strawberry and watched Cynthia eat. “You know,” she started, almost wistfully, “we could trust someone like Alex.”

With a spoon of yogurt halfway to her mouth, Cynthia stopped. “Huh?”

“I mean, for you to have sex with a man.”

“Katie!” Cynthia exclaimed with mock astonishment. “You’re a genius! I should fuck our best friend’s husband practically on their honeymoon!”

Katie looked hurt. “You’re mean. And a real jerk. I was just saying -”

“I know what you were saying,” Cynthia interrupted, “but I don’t want to have sex with a guy!”

“You do.”

“No. I love you, Katie.”

Katie looked at Cynthia. “I know you love me. But this has nothing to do with love.”

“Shut up.” Cynthia said, hoping to close the subject.

“Oh, I adore it when you talk down to me.”

“Then shut up, bitch.”

“That’s definitely the way to make a woman feel special,” Katie replied, but she smiled at Cynthia.

“Speaking of that, let’s go for a ride today.”

Katie looked at her warily. “Where?”

“You’ll see! I decided how I wanted to spend my work bonus.” Cynthia answered.

After breakfast, the girls went to the bedroom to get dressed.

“Uh-uh,” Cynthia said when Katie pulled out a pair of shorts.

Cynthia rummaged through Katie’s drawers and pulled out a long flowing skirt. “I want my woman to wear this today.”

“Fine.” Katie reached for a pair of panties and Cynthia pulled them out of her hand.

“Nope.”

“Seriously?” Katie complained.

“Seriously,” Cynthia told her. “We’re both going ‘bare beaver’ today. It’ll be fun.”

Katie smiled and thought, ‘She may be bold and brash, she may be loud and obnoxious, she may be a perverted pig, but she is almost always fun.’ After a life lived so carefully and prudently, Katie was learning to allow herself to push her own comfort level and to follow Cynthia’s lunacy. She knew that she was strong enough to handle most anything Cynthia could come up with, but more importantly, she had complete faith that Cynthia would never hurt her and that she would always be there to protect her. Katie was always safe with Cynthia. So, she shrugged and pulled the skirt up over her slim hips.

Chapter 3

“Bra?” Katie asked.

“No bra for you.” Then Cynthia shook her shoulders causing her massive mammaries to jiggle wildly and said, “But I kind of need one.”

When they were both dressed, Cynthia looked at Katie. “You’re beautiful.”

Katie blushed. “I wish.”

Cynthia gave her a quick hug. “One of these days, if I keep telling you how beautiful you are, you’re going to finally believe it’s true.”

“I doubt it,” Katie mumbled.

Cynthia ignored that comment. She didn’t like it, but she was used to Katie’s constant self-deprecation. “Come on, let’s go.”

After a fifteen minute ride, they arrived at their destination.

“And we’re at the sex shop,” Katie stated simply and looked at Cynthia. “Of course.”

“Of course,” Cynthia repeated and smiled.

They were inside the shop for less than two minutes when Cynthia suddenly bellowed, “What the fuck is this?”

Wide-eyed and mortified, Katie spun around and shushed her, then turned to the cashier who had disapprovingly looked up at them from his crossword puzzle. “Sorry!”

Katie walked over to Cynthia. “How come every time we go anywhere at all, I end up apologizing for you?”

“We’re in a sex shop. I don’t think anyone’s offended by a swear word,” Cynthia told her. “But check this out!”

They both looked at the wall display.

Almost in awe, Cynthia read the words on the package. “Remote-controlled vibrator.”

Both girls stood there staring.

In the same tone of reverence, Cynthia said, “Katie, we need these in our lives.” Then added, “and in our pussies.”

Before Katie could even think of a response, Cynthia grabbed two of them off of their hooks and almost ran to the cashier. As Katie walked up next to her, she heard the cashier ask if they needed batteries.

“Of course!” Cynthia told him. “And you know what? You better double up on the batteries. We have a big day planned!” She draped an arm around Katie whose face was turning red. “We wouldn’t want these things dying on us. Or in us! Right?” Katie was practically sweating because she was blushing so hard.

Back in the car, Cynthia ripped the first box open. “While I put the batteries in, you start fingering yourself to get ready.”

“You’re not putting that in me right now!”

“Oh, yes I am!” Cynthia told her. “And the other one in me! This will be a blast! Start juicing up that snatch or I’m pushing this thing into you dry.”

Knowing that Cynthia almost always got her way - and it actually did kind of sound like fun - Katie started rubbing her clit while Cynthia put batteries into the first vibrator and controller.

Cynthia looked over at her. “You ready?”

Katie rolled her eyes.

“Great!” Cynthia said and reached over between Katie’s legs. “Scoot forward and spread those luscious lips, baby!”

Cynthia swirled the small vibrator against Katie to coat it a bit, then wormed it into her. Cynthia watched as it pushed in and then as Katie’s cunt swallowed it and closed up around the pink oval. The only thing left was the rubber coated antenna sticking out between her legs.

“It’s small,” Katie commented. “I can feel it in me, but barely.”

Cynthia smiled, pushed a finger into her own pussy, and pressed the button on the remote control.

“Aahh!” Katie’s legs slammed shut. “Oh!”

“Nice?”

Katie took a breath. “Yeah… I wasn’t expecting that!”

“I think that’s the point of it.” Cynthia said. “You’re just minding your own business and -” She pressed the button again.

“Oooo!” Katie moaned.

“Okay. Me!” Cynthia started tearing open the second unit. When she had the batteries in, she handed that vibrator’s remote to Katie. Cynthia spread her legs as best she could in the driver’s seat and started to work the vibrator into herself.

Katie pushed the button and Cynthia yelped. She looked over at Katie and scowled. “It’s not even in yet.”

“You’re right!” Katie was grinning from ear-to-ear. “This is fun!”

With a quick push, Cynthia had the vibrator lodged in her twat. “Okay - Whoa!” As Katie pushed the button again.

She grabbed the remote for Katie’s vibrator off the dashboard of the car and said, “Fine! If that’s how -” She bolted upright as Katie pressed the button yet again. “Aahhh!”

Cynthia held her thumb on the remote for Katie’s and watched as Katie squirmed in her seat.

Katie pushed the button for Cynthia’s vibrator and held it down.

“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!” Cynthia moaned with her lips pressed tightly together.

Both girls were now engaged in a game of chicken to see who would relent first.

Katie, always the “easiest,” came first and gushed fluids all over her skirt. When she did, she released the button on the remote. Cynthia gave Katie another couple of moments, then her thumb also came off the remote.

“Truce?” She asked Katie.

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” Katie gasped. “Truce.”

When the girls calmed down a bit, Katie looked over at Cynthia with a twinkle in her eyes and gave her a super sexy smile. “This is really fun!”

“And it’s going to get even more fun.” Cynthia told her. “We’re going to the mall!”

Astonished, Katie looked at her. “With these things in?”

“Yup! We’re heading to the mall! Buckle up Katie-bear!” And she started the car.

“Uh…” Katie looked down between her legs. “We need to go home so I can change.”

Cynthia looked over. “Whoops. Sorry.”

While they drove back home, they discussed some ground rules for their game of “Zap,” as Cynthia started to call it. The rules they agreed on were pretty simple. Basically, neither girl could zap the other at any time that would be dangerous - like while Cynthia’s driving - or extra embarrassing - like holding the button for a long time while the other is talking to someone or anything like that. And, of course, they had their safe word, “nitrogen,” as a fallback.

At their apartment, Katie ran in to change. She pulled the wet skirt off and threw it into the tub to deal with later. She stood in their bedroom in her shirt, sandals, and a pink antenna sticking out from between her legs. She thought for a minute and went back into the bathroom. She grabbed a few sanitary pads, then went back into the bedroom and put on a pair of panties with one of the pads inside. Katie pulled on one of Cynthia’s skirts and wrapped a belt around her waist to hold it up. On the way out, she grabbed a shoulder bag and stuffed the extra pads inside.

When she got back into the car, Cynthia said, “What’s with the bag?”

“I grabbed some pads.”

Cynthia raised her eyebrows in admiration. “Smart thinking. You get pretty messy.” She started the car again, “Hey, did you get zapped while you were inside?”

“No…?”

“Hmm,” Cynthia mused. “These things must have kind of a short range.”

Katie pressed her button and Cynthia huffed out a lungful of air as she was zapped. “Well, we’ll have to figure that out, then,” Katie told her with a smirk.

“No more until we get to the mall!”

Katie pouted. “Fine!”

Wandering around the mall and window shopping, the girls took turns zapping each other. After a little while, they decided to grab something to drink. Katie was holding the two drinks as Cynthia paid when she suddenly got zapped. She let out a tiny yelp and spilled some orange soda on herself. The cashier looked up, then he went back to counting out the change.

“I wasn’t ready,” Katie whispered to Cynthia.

“That’s kind of the point, silly girl!”

Katie put the drinks down on the nearest table then turned and pointed her hand holding the small remote towards Cynthia. Cynthia saw her and tensed. But nothing happened. The girls stared at each other. Still nothing.

“I see.” Cynthia nodded. “So, this is how you’re gonna pla-aa-ay -” Katie zapped Cynthia.

They both smiled humorlessly at each other. “Fair enough,” Cynthia said as she held the remote for Katie’s vibrator out towards her. They both stood there for a while just staring at each other, neither one making the first move.

“So, it looks like we have a stand-off,” Cynthia declared.

“It seems that we do.”

“Okay. Truce?”

“Truce,” Katie agreed and they both put the remotes back into their pockets.

Cynthia picked up the drinks and handed one to Katie. “Come on. Let’s spend some money.”

After walking around a little and finishing their sodas, Cynthia brought Katie to a lingerie store and as they stood outside it, Katie asked, “You’re going to spend your bonus on underwear?”

“Lingerie.”

“You’re going to spend your bonus on sexy underwear?”

“Uh-huh.”

“When did you decide that you were going to start wearing sexy underwear, Cynthia?”

“I didn’t. I decided that you were going to start wearing sexy underwear!” Cynthia pressed the remote button and walked into the store, leaving Katie out in the mall with a vibrating pussy.

Katie caught up to Cynthia, looked around at all the lingerie displays, and in a hushed voice told her, “I’m not wearing any of this!”

“Yes, you are.” Cynthia gave her a zap to punctuate the statement.

“Can I take this out?” Katie whispered.

Cynthia frowned and rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Sure.”

Katie found a secluded corner and surreptitiously wiggled the vibrator out, wrapped it in a couple of tissues, shoved it in her bag, then wiped her hands with a moist towelette. She walked back to Cynthia and saw her talking with a saleswoman. Katie gave her a zap and watched Cynthia try not to squirm too much in front of this woman.

Katie smiled to herself while Cynthia gave her a withering look. “Katie, this is Annie. She’s going to help doll you up.”

“Hello, Katie,” Annie said, then turned back to Cynthia. “You were right. She’s adorable.”

Annie looked Katie up and down. “Absolutely enchanting. And that face!”

Katie blushed uncontrollably.

“So, what were you girls looking for?” Annie asked the girls.

“I wasn’t looking for anything,” Katie stated.

“Yes. Your friend warned me about that. You’re a little hesitant. And maybe a little headstrong.” Annie looked her up and down. “But so cute!”

Katie blushed, again.

Annie took her hand. “Honey, you’re a beautiful young woman. We’re just going to show that beauty off a little.”

Katie looked at the floor.

“Don’t be afraid of your femininity, darling.”

Katie looked at her. “I’m not afraid of my femininity.”

“She’s definitely afraid of her femininity,” Cynthia chimed in.

To Katie, Annie continued, “You are a beautiful woman.”

Katie blushed even harder, but didn’t look away.

“Annie, you do whatever you think is best for my lovely Katie,” Cynthia said.

Still holding Katie’s hand, Annie gave her a secretive wink and then turned to Cynthia. “Oh, no! We’re going to do what’s best for you!”

Cynthia smiled. Katie could see the look of quickly gathering lust in her lover’s eyes and this brought a smile to her own face. Katie gave Annie’s hand a soft squeeze and told her, “Okay.”

“Great!” Annie said. “Tell me a little about yourselves, so I’ll know where to begin. How long have you been together?”

“Well, we’ve known each other our entire lives, but -”

“Oh!” Annie exclaimed, taking Cynthia’s hand in her other hand. Now holding both girls’ hands, she looked at them. “That is just breathtakingly lovely! You’ve known each other since you were babies and now you’re together?”

“Since preschool… but, yes,” Katie answered.

“A true love story for the ages!” Annie declared.

“Well, I didn’t even know I was gay until Katie told me that I was gay,” Cynthia shrugged.

Chapter 4

Annie laughed, then thought for a moment. “Okay. How’s this?” She started. “You leave us alone for a bit. I’m sure Katie knows exactly what you would like, so leave everything to us. Can you give us about a half-hour?”

“Sure.”

Annie gave Katie another small wink and leaned towards Cynthia until they were almost nose-to-nose. In a low, husky voice, Annie told her, “Trust me. It’ll be worth it.”

Cynthia was enchanted by Annie’s clear blue eyes. She could smell an amazing mix of vanilla and rose on her breath. Cynthia inhaled the heat radiating from Annie’s ruby lips and blinked. Annie placed two fingers lightly on the side of Cynthia’s neck. In a whisper like the fluttering wings of an angel, Annie repeated, “It’ll be worth it.”

They stayed staring at each other for a moment, then Annie’s fingertips slithered under Cynthia’s chin and then they were gone.

“Give us a half-hour.” Annie took a small step back and looked at Cynthia. “Alright?”

Rarely at a loss for words, Cynthia could only nod.

Katie watched this little interaction with her hand still in Annie’s tender grip. Annie turned to her. “Let’s try to find something that is even half as beautiful as you are.” Katie blushed at the compliment as Annie steered her towards the back of the store.

Annie leaned close to Katie as they walked. “I hope you didn’t mind me teasing your girlfriend a little.” Katie could smell the vanilla and rose and was as spellbound as Cynthia had been. Annie continued, “I may be straight, but I know what gets a woman’s engine going. She’s going to be putty in your hands tonight!”

About forty minutes later, Annie and Katie came out of the dressing room. Cynthia was waiting for them. “How did it go?”

Katie slowly walked up to Cynthia, touched her arm, and said, “You’ll find out tonight.” Katie smiled and put her other hand out. “Now, give me your credit card.”

Annie smiled to herself. Katie had done that exactly as they had talked about. She was an excellent student.

Katie followed Annie to the register while Cynthia remained where she stood, surprised at this new confidence that she had just seen in her girlfriend. Cynthia approved.

As they were leaving with their bags, they thanked Annie. Katie gave her a hug and Annie handed her a business card. Cynthia overheard her quietly say, “I wrote my number on the back. Call me tomorrow and let me know how everything went.”

“I will,” Katie responded as they walked back out into the mall.

“So, you and Annie got a few little secrets, Katie-bear?” Cynthia teased.

“Yup!” Katie reached into her bag and pulled out the remote control for Cynthia’s vibrator.

“Don’t bother,” Cynthia said. “I took it out.”

“Hmmpf!” Katie stuffed it back into her bag.

“We’ll have some fun with them later. Let’s grab something for dinner on the way home.”

After dinner, Katie asked Cynthia to clear the table. “When that’s done, put the new vibrator back in, leave the remote on my dresser, get undressed, and wait for me in bed. I need about twenty minutes,” Katie explained. She saw that look of pure lust in Cynthia’s eyes. She placed her hands on Cynthia’s generous hips and planted a wet kiss on her lips. Just as Cynthia’s tongue reached out to hers, Katie demurely pulled away.

Katie looked deep into Cynthia’s eyes. “Table. Vibrator. Bed.”

Cynthia couldn’t help but smile and admire Katie’s quiet assertiveness. She felt the tingles begin between her legs.

While Cynthia was in the kitchen quickly cleaning up, Katie lit five candles in the bedroom. Annie had told her no electric lights. Just the soft, flickering glow of candlelight. But a lot of it. That would give Cynthia plenty of light to see just how gorgeous Katie was. This statement thoroughly embarrassed the timorous Katie, but Annie had such a soothing and confident voice - and she was so disarmingly beautiful - that Katie had listened to her when she said how beautiful Katie was and had maybe even started to believe her. A little.

The most important thing that Katie needed to do, according to Annie, was to be confident. And if she couldn’t be confident, then she needed to act confident. Annie told her that if Katie could do that, then everything else would take care of itself.

So, with the candles lit, Katie took a deep breath, gathered the bags containing all of the items that Annie had picked out for her, and locked herself in the bathroom.

Cynthia cleared the table in record time. She left the dirty dishes in the sink for later and practically ran to the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, Cynthia was taken aback by all of the candles. ‘Shit. Katie is really going all out,’ she thought. She grabbed her new toy and ran back to the kitchen to give it a quick rinse in the sink, then back to the bedroom.

She hurriedly stripped, stuffed the vibrator into her drenched twat, then went to place the remote on the dresser and paused.

Cynthia thought about bringing it with her to bed so she could have a little fun while waiting, but almost immediately decided against that and placed it where Katie had requested. Cynthia could imagine how much effort Katie was putting into this evening and she wanted everything to go perfectly for her, so Cynthia did exactly as she had been asked and then got under the bed covers to wait.

She didn’t have to wait very long.

Cynthia heard the bathroom door open and the click of heels in the hallway. ‘Katie in heels?’ she thought. As the clicking came closer, Cynthia could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

And then Katie was in the doorway and Cynthia’s heart stopped.

For a moment, the world stopped turning.

Cynthia sat up in bed unable to believe what she was seeing.

“What the fuck?” Cynthia murmured, then repeated her question as a statement. “What the fuck.”

Katie stood in the doorway simultaneously silhouetted against the ceiling light in the hallway behind her and illuminated by the warm glow from the bedroom full of candles before her. One arm upstretched with her hand along the doorframe. Annie had suggested that this would help elongate her slim but short torso. Katie had one hip tilted to the side giving more of an illusion of a waist and hips. But her willowy legs were what drew Cynthia’s attention.

Katie was wearing high heels and her legs looked impossibly long for such a petite woman. And Cynthia was thinking of her as a woman. Katie started to - “very slowly and VERY carefully” were Annie’s urgent instructions on Katie’s first foray into the world of walking in high heeled shoes - walk towards the bed where Cynthia was sitting, slack jawed. Cynthia watched the rippled musculature of her thighs as she approached.

“Fuck,” was all Cynthia could think to say.

Katie said nothing, again, per Annie’s instructions.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, Katie displayed herself to Cynthia.

Without the brighter contrasting light from the hallway behind her, Cynthia could fully appreciate all that was on display before her.

“You shaved?” Cynthia asked, incredulously. Katie gave no answer, but none was needed. The smooth skin revealed by Katie’s crotchless panties were enough. The wet inner lips peeking out seemed to quiver in the dancing candlelight.

“I think I just came,” Cynthia stated. “Katie, the hairs on my arms are standing up.”

Katie cocked one hip to the side and placed a hand delicately on it. With her other hand, she fluffed her hair. This caused exactly the reaction that was intended.

Cynthia tore her gaze from Katie’s pussy and looked up at her face.

“You have makeup on?” Cynthia cried.

Katie just blinked. She had painstakingly applied the barest dusting of a light-diffusing powder, dark purple eyeshadow, and rich and creamy lipstick called “Glittering Plum.” Annie had assured Katie that all of this purple would look spectacular against her dark hair and olive complexion. And judging by Cynthia’s face, Annie was right. Katie had to clench her jaw to keep from smiling at her practically drooling girlfriend. Another tip from Annie - “as pretty as your smile is, do not smile.” Clench your teeth, purse your lips, bite on the tip of your tongue - whatever you have to do - but do not smile.

Cynthia’s focus widened and she took in Katie’s entire ensemble.

Her body was sparsely covered in dark purple pieces that looked almost black in the twinkling light. Katie’s small breasts were lifted up and out by the half cup push-up bra. It was an “open nipple” type bra because Annie had told her that she absolutely had to show off her pierced nipples. Katie watched Cynthia’s eyes as she admired how the tiny piercings sparkled.

Once again, Annie was right.

Finishing off the look was a matching purple lace garter belt to help give the illusion of a waist with the straps clipped to a pair of thigh high stockings covered with tiny shining hearts.

“Katie…” Cynthia trailed off.

Still clenching her jaw, Katie turned and slowly and carefully walked to the dresser. Cynthia’s attention was glued to Katie’s ass as she picked up the vibrator’s remote and gave the button a short press. She heard Cynthia’s low moan behind her and allowed herself a little smile.

Once she was able to return her face back to expressionless, she turned to look at Cynthia.

“You’re a hunter and she’s your prey,” Annie had told her. “Tease her, tempt her, and then pounce when she least expects it.”

Katie started to walk back towards the bed. Cynthia could not take her eyes off of this beauty before her. She had never been more awestruck.

Katie pushed the button to zap Cynthia and Cynthia gasped.

One more step. One more zap.

Two more steps and Katie was back at the foot of the bed. She curled a finger indicating for Cynthia to come to her and then pushed the button on the remote and held it. She watched as Cynthia crawled on her hands and knees towards her, moaning and squirming, with her mammoth tits swaying beneath her.

Katie could feel a warm drip of liquid running down the inside of her own thigh.

When Cynthia reached the end of the bed, still on her hands and knees, Katie bent down and kissed her. As their lips slipped over each other, Cynthia could taste lipstick and a faint hint of vanilla and rose petals. Still pressing the remote’s button, Katie used her free hand and reached under Cynthia and started pulling on one of her nipples.

On her hands and knees, her pussy vibrating uncontrollably, a sensitive nipple being tweaked and pulled, and intensely kissing the most enchanting woman she had ever known, Cynthia came within moments.

She came so hard that her arms felt weak and her head swam. Her groans of aching passion were muffled inside Katie’s mouth. Mercifully, Katie released the button. She stood up and looked down at her prey, weakened, but not defeated. Yet.

Chapter 5

Panting, Cynthia looked up at Katie. She looked up at the purple lipstick smeared across her girlfriend’s lips somehow making Katie look even sexier. Trashy, but an incredibly sexy trashiness.

Katie tenderly lifted Cynthia’s head up, then helped her pull her legs forward and over the edge of the bed. Cynthia was now sitting up just about eye level to Katie’s perfectly pierced nipples. Taking a step back, Katie carefully pulled her shoes off. Then unclasped the stockings and slowly slid them down her smooth legs and kicked them aside.

She walked back up to Cynthia and bent down. Cynthia could smell the vanilla and rose on her breath and thought of Annie from the lingerie store. Katie placed a hand on the flat of Cynthia’s chest just below her neck, and with a quick but delicate push, Cynthia was on her back.

Katie straddled Cynthia’s chunky thighs, then climbed onto the bed astride Cynthia’s ample hips. She could feel Katie’s hot and dripping pussy against her own. On her knees, Katie shuffled up Cynthia’s torso smearing a trail of pussy juice that Cynthia could feel first red hot and then cooling in the evening air. Katie stopped just below Cynthia’s chest.

Her eyes pierced into Cynthia’s with an intensity that Cynthia had never seen from her before. Katie could feel Cynthia’s heart beating against her pussy. Still silent, Katie stared at Cynthia and tried her best to conjure up a sexy, smoldering look. She must have succeeded, because Cynthia took a deep breath, let out a soft moan, and closed her eyes.

And that’s when Katie pounced.

Before Cynthia could even take another breath, her mouth was sealed shut by Katie’s bald pussy. Sucking air in through her nose, Cynthia did her best to eat Katie out, but it really seemed that Katie was just using her face to grind against. And Cynthia was fine with that. She reached down on either side of her hips, grabbed Katie’s ankles, and just hung on for the ride.

It was a short ride.

Katie hunched over and Cynthia felt the familiar warmth pour into her mouth and down her cheeks and then it was over. Looking down her nose at Katie’s smooth pussy, she noticed her tiny clit just barely protruding beyond her lips. Cynthia let go of one of Katie’s ankles and gave her “love button” a little flick. Katie giggled and looked down at the half of Cynthia’s face that she could see.

She swung her leg over and off of Cynthia’s face and curled up next to her.

She placed a hand on one of Cynthia’s breasts and spoke for the first time in almost an hour. “Did you like what Annie picked out?”

“Yes. You looked beautiful.”

“You know what?” Katie paused and Cynthia let her take her time continuing. One of Katie’s fingers was lazily circling Cynthia’s nipple. “I felt beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

Still circling the nipple with her finger, Katie said, “And I think that’s exactly it. I felt beautiful because of how you were looking at me.” The soft sound of their breathing was the only sound. “I could see my beauty reflected in your eyes.”

Cynthia let out a single chuckle.

“I know,” Katie continued. “You always tell me how beautiful I am and I’m sure you always look at me as if I’m beautiful, but I think this was the first time that I really saw it. I think Annie and these silly straps and lacy bits helped me to see it.”

“The straps and lacy bits are quite nice,” Cynthia commented.

Katie blushed. “This whole thing was planned out by her. Everything.” Katie started rolling Cynthia’s nipple under her finger. “She picked it all out… The makeup… She helped me to learn how to walk in those heels. She even told me to use candles for lighting and to stand in the doorway like that.”

“It was quite an entrance.”

“She told me not to say anything at all. To just use my body and my actions.”

“You have a hot body!”

Cynthia rolled onto her side to face Katie. “And the shaved beave? That was outstanding!”

Even in the dim light, Cynthia could see Katie turning crimson. Finally Katie whispered, “That was my own idea.”

“I love this pervy side of you, Katie-bear.”

“But everything else was Annie.” Katie thought for a moment. “She was wonderful. And so gorgeous.”

“She was incredibly hot,” Cynthia agreed.

Katie gave one of Cynthia’s tits a playful slap. “Now you want to have sex with her, too?”

“Hey!” Cynthia put her hand over her boob. “I don’t want to have sex with her. I was just agreeing with you! And what do you mean by ‘too’?”

“We already know that you want to have sex with Alex -” Katie squirmed and giggled as Cynthia grabbed her and held her tightly to her chest. “But now Annie? At this point, you may as well add Freya in!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Cynthia teased. “You’re a real sexual deviant, you know.” Katie struggled to get free, but Cynthia was too strong. “I’ll bet that you’d just love to have a big orgy, wouldn’t you?”

Cynthia started tickling Katie as she squirmed and squealed in her arms.

“I’m gonna pee!” Katie screeched.

“Okay! Okay!” Cynthia let her go. “And with those panties, you won’t even have to take them off to pee.”

Katie laughed as she ran from the room. When she returned, she told Cynthia, “Now, it’s your turn. Take the vibrator out.”

Cynthia pulled it out so fast that her pussy actually made a wet popping sound. Katie giggled as she walked towards the foot of the bed and looked at Cynthia on her back and spread out on the sheets. “So, do you want me to put the heels back on?”

Cynthia smiled. “Yes, please.”

“Good morning,” Freya said around a mouthful of dick when she felt her husband stirring.

“Humm…” Alex grunted by way of a reply as Freya refocused her attention on his morning blowjob. Now that she wasn’t concerned about waking him, she started bobbing her head faster and running her fingernails across the sensitive skin of his scrotum. In response, he spread his legs a little. Freya was very tempted to let a finger roam a bit more south, but she wasn’t sure he would be amenable to that. He certainly had no issues shoving things into her ass, but his own ass? That was something that had never been explored.

Yet, at least.

By the time he was fully awake, he was on the very edge of an orgasm. The position that Freya was in made it pretty much impossible for her to deepthroat him, but that was fine with her. She actually wanted to taste him this time rather than having it all just pour straight into her stomach.

As she felt his body tense up, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed the head of his cock with her lips. He exploded into her and her mouth was filled with morning cum. She rolled her tongue around him while the last few spurts came out, then swallowed. Freya always loved how it felt going down her throat. It was so warm and soothing.

She tucked his dick back into his underwear and slithered up his body to give him a big, sloppy, cum-tinged kiss.

“Mmmm,” Alex said after. “You are amazing. I love these morning blows.”

“Well, that’s just one of the many benefits of being married to me.”

“And I count my blessings every single day.”

“You better!” Freya started to get out of bed. “I’m going to make you breakfast while you take a shower.”

“You’re the best!”

“I know,” Freya replied as she was leaving the room in just her nightshirt. “Now, hurry up.”

After Alex had left, Freya cleaned up the kitchen, then went to the bedroom to get dressed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she paused for a minute thinking about sucking Alex’s cock. As she did, a hand reached up and slowly started to stroke her right nipple through the thin material of her nightshirt. She could feel her pussy tingle, so she reached her other hand into the waistband of her shorts and started to rub her clit.

She fell back onto the bed and started furiously masturbating and pinching her nipples. Within a minute, she was cumming. Even though there was no one home, she clamped a hand over her mouth as she screamed. As if it were her little secret and she didn’t want anyone to know. Alex knew she masturbated, so that wasn’t really a secret.

What came next was, though.

Freya rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball and cried. She sobbed until there were no tears left.

She didn’t know why she had started crying after masturbating and that frightened her. It had started about two months before the wedding but she just chalked it up to stress. Then the crying became more frequent. After the wedding, when she should have been at her happiest, the masturbating and crying cycle really took off.

Ever since she had discovered that she could bring herself to orgasm, it had been a wonderful, fulfilling way to satisfy her sexual desires once or twice a week. But in the last few months, she had been doing it daily - sometimes multiple times in a day - and rather than being a lovely, personal, sensual experience, it had become mechanical. She masturbated, had an orgasm, then continued with her day until she needed to masturbate again.

Freya and Alex had a great sex life. They were young and newly married. They fucked at least five times a week. And a few blowjobs on top of that. Yet, currently, Freya was bringing herself to orgasm way more than she thought necessary, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “The Need” just kept washing over her and she didn’t know what to do about it or how to stop it from happening.

Sex, with or without her husband, was the only thing that temporarily calmed her down. Unfortunately, sex, with or without her husband, was becoming less and less effective at quelling her insatiable appetite.

Although the need for almost constant sexual activity and then the completely irrational sobbing afterwards scared her, she did what she always did after wiping her tears away. She sat up, finished getting dressed, put on a smile, and continued with her day. And her day, today, consisted of lunch with her mom.

Freya was making a Shrimp Louie Salad when she heard the doorbell ring. “Come in, mom,” she said as she opened the door and gave her mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Come on into the kitchen. Lunch is almost ready.”

They enjoyed the salad and chatted about nothing in particular - just mother-daughter catching-up. Although, at one point, Freya’s mom commented that Freya looked tired. Even with the increasingly grave concerns that Freya had, telling her mom, “I’m worried that I’ve been playing with myself way too much,” just wasn’t something that she was prepared to discuss, so she simply brushed it off with the excuse that she was busy with finals at school.

One thing that they did discuss was Auggie. Auggie was Freya’s childhood dog. Everyone just assumed that she had been named by Freya and because a young child couldn’t properly pronounce the word “doggy,” the dog had been christened “Auggie.” She was, in fact, named after the month that the Gersemis got her - in August when Freya was three. Incidentally, even as a young child, Freya had no trouble speaking clearly and could easily say “doggy.” It was a cute story, nonetheless, even if untrue.

This reminiscing got adult Freya thinking. Maybe a dog around the house would help occupy her mind a little and by the time she was giving her mom a goodbye hug, she had decided that she and Alex needed a dog. But there was one thing that she needed to do first.

Chapter 6

After her mom left, Freya went into the bathroom and quickly masturbated, just so she could clear her mind. She washed her hands, checked her hair and makeup, then went upstairs to see if Katie wanted to take a ride to the local animal shelter.

When Katie opened the door, Freya was, once again, struck by her unassuming beauty. Katie was always the “cute one” out of the three girls. Freya was the “hot one”; with her red hair, almost flawless skin, and curvy but trim figure, she easily stood out almost everywhere she went. Cyn was the “over-the-top girl” who everyone loved. Whether they wanted to or not! Cyn was so overpowering that you just gave in and had to love her. And she had an almost oppressive sexual aura about her that more than made up for what some people saw as “fat,” but that she viewed as “lovably squishy.”

Flanked on either side by Freya and Cyn, Katie practically disappeared. And this was fine with her. She was naturally quiet and could be painfully shy. But looking at her, Freya was captivated by her almost hidden allure. Katie possessed a beauty that one rarely noticed until they did notice. And when they did, most people often wondered how they had missed it in the first place.

“I would never pass up an opportunity to visit the animal shelter,” Katie told her, and much to Freya’s dismay, added, “Let me just put on a sports bra before we go.”

Freya had noticed the outlines of Katie’s constantly erect nipples and piercings under her T-shirt and had felt the tingling in her crotch already starting up. Covering her tits up was probably for the best after all, Freya felt. She had some very real concerns about being alone with Katie already. What would happen if she finally lost her struggle to suppress her sexual desires and she wasn’t able to control herself?

That was something that Freya did not want to find out. And certainly not with her best friend.

Katie came back two minutes later - still as pretty as ever - and, thankfully for Freya’s tattered sanity, she had her nipples covered. “Let’s go!” Katie said.

At the shelter, the girls were overwhelmed by the amount of dogs and cats waiting to be adopted into a loving home. There were even a few other animals like a large parrot that constantly screeched “what’cha doin’?” at them. Of course, Freya was equally overwhelmed by Katie. Every time she bent over to pat a dog or a cat, Freya’s eyes were glued to Katie’s ass. It was so small, but perfectly shaped in her cutoff jean shorts. Freya just wished the shorts were cut even shorter - but that wasn’t Katie’s style. And to Freya, it actually made Katie seem all the sexier.

The way that Katie’s giggles poured out of her when a dog licked her sent shivers of desire up and down Freya’s spine. She wished it was her licking her best friend’s face. And licking more than just her face. There was a twinkle in Katie’s eyes as she played with the various dogs that was simply enchanting. Freya needed immediate relief and frantically looked around for a restroom, but couldn’t find one.

“Excuse me,” she asked the woman at the front desk, “Is there a restroom I could use?”

“Sure, it’s in the back,” was the reply and the woman opened the locked gate for Freya. “This way.”

She guided Freya to the employee bathroom and Freya rushed inside with images of the woman’s swaying hips and long legs in her mind’s eye. Thankfully, the restroom was clean - nothing like a gas station restroom - but that really wouldn’t have mattered to Freya in the state that she was in. She locked the door and immediately shoved a hand down her shorts and started rubbing herself. Thinking about Katie, it was less than two minutes before she brought herself to an explosive orgasm that buckled her legs. She had to grab the handicapped handrail for support or she would have surely dropped to her knees onto the tile floor.

Freya quickly washed her hands while working her jaw that was sore from clenching to keep herself quiet. She splashed some water on her face then wiped her hands and face with a paper towel and went back out to the main adoption area.

“This is the one!” Katie squealed, when she saw Freya. She was holding a tiny brown and tan dog in her arms. “It’s a Yorkshire Terrier - hypoallergenic because I know Alex’s mom is allergic - and he’s adorable.” Katie beamed at Freya while she continued to cuddle the squirming fuzzball against her chest.

Having satiated “The Need” - for now, at least - Freya was able to focus on the dog instead of Katie and she agreed that the dog was adorable. She spoke with the woman at the front desk, and they were escorted into a private room to get to know the dog a little.

After about fifteen minutes, the woman came back in. “So, how’s that little guy?”

“Perfect,” the two girls said simultaneously.

“I’d like to adopt him,” Freya told her.

“Great! Let’s get the paperwork.” All three girls walked to the desk with Freya’s new buddy.

The dog stayed in Katie’s arms while Freya drove to a pet store to get various dog supplies, and then they drove home.

“Alex is going to be so surprised!” Katie exclaimed.

“He sure is!” Freya answered with a smile. “He’s always wanted a dog.”

By the time they got home, unloaded the car, and got everything situated, it was almost time for Alex to be getting out of work.

“Let me help you make dinner, Freya,” Katie offered.

“Oh, that would be great. Thank you!”

“But I do have an ulterior motive…” Katie gave Freya a sly smile. “I want to be here when Alex gets home and sees this little guy. I want to see the look on his face.”

Freya had an ulterior motive of her own. She wanted to continue to ogle her oblivious best friend which she did while Katie helped but mostly just played with the new dog. Katie was able to tear herself away from the dog to set the table at one point, so that was helpful.

“So, what are you going to name him?” Katie asked from where she was sitting cross legged on the floor playing fetch with the excited pup.

“That’ll be up to Alex,” Freya replied as she looked at Katie and began to contemplate another quick trip to the bathroom to masturbate. “It’s his dog.” Freya looked at the clock and knew that Alex would be home any minute and didn’t want to miss seeing him meet the new addition to the household, so she decided that she would be able to wait to masturbate until he got home and Katie went back upstairs.

And then she thought, “I may even have Alex fuck me or eat me out or even just finger me. Anything!’

And maybe Katie didn’t have to go back upstairs quite so quickly.

Knowing that Alex had a bit of a crush on Katie, Freya had fantasized a few times about Katie joining them. But she knew that Katie was much too in love with Cyn to ever even consider anything like that. Besides, Freya thought, ‘I would never want to hurt Alex by having sex outside of our marriage - although… if Alex is involved, then it’s not really outside of our marriage, is it?’ But Katie was her best friend. She could ask for a ride to the mall or for some life advice or to borrow clothes, but to ask her to join in having sex with her and her newly wedded husband? That was just too ridiculous. Yet, “The Need” inside Freya kept churning these thoughts out and her resistance was wearing dangerously thin.

Just then her daydream was interrupted by the sound of a car door closing in the driveway.

“Alex is home!” Katie cried as she scooped the small dog up into her arms once again. “He’s going to be so surprised!”

Freya looked at her friend. “I think you’re more excited about this than I am!” Katie just beamed back at her, then they both looked to the door as it opened.

“Hey, Frey. Katie.” Alex closed the door and turned back around to face the girls. It took a moment to realize that Katie was holding a tiny dog. “You got a dog?” He asked Katie.

Before Freya could say anything, Katie blurted out, “No! You got a dog!”

Freya gave Alex a hug and a kiss and said, “I hope you don’t mind. I got you a dog today.”

Looking at the dog, Alex blinked. “I’m surprised, but ‘mind?’ Look at how cute it is! How could I mind?” Reluctantly, Katie handed him the dog. It looked up at him with bright, inquisitive eyes and almost seemed to be smiling at Alex.

“I know that you always wanted a dog, but could never have one because of your mom’s allergies,” Freya explained. “He’s a Yorkshire Terrier and they are a very hypoallergenic breed, so your mom can still visit and it shouldn’t bother her allergies too much. And he doesn’t shed.” She looked at Alex expectantly and repeated, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No way! He’s awesome!”

Relieved, Freya continued, “He doesn’t have a name - he was a stray at the animal shelter - so you can name him. And they told me that he was already house trained. They weren’t sure how old he was, but thought maybe two or three.”

Alex looked at Katie who had been watching with tears forming in her eyes, then he looked back at Freya. “You just randomly decided to get a dog?”

“Yeah,” Freya said sheepishly. “I just wanted to get you a gift.”

“Well, thank you so much. I love him.”

“You guys are just the cutest couple,” Katie finally spoke up as her tears started to roll down her cheeks. “You guys really are.” She wiped her eyes. “I have to get back upstairs. Cynthia’s going to be home soon and she’s taking me out to dinner. That French place she likes so much.”

“Okay. Thanks for spending the afternoon with me and for helping to pick out this cutie.” Freya could feel her breasts pressing against Katie’s as she gave her a hug that was much too brief for Freya’s liking as Katie tore herself away to say goodbye to the new dog and then hurried upstairs to get ready for dinner.

“I still can’t believe that you got me a dog,” Alex said for about the seventh time. “I’m naming him Rio.”

“Rio?”

“When I was growing up, I always wanted a dog and if I ever got one, I was going to name it Rio,” Alex explained. “Thank you again, Freya.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek. “You do so much for me.”

“Here,” Alex handed Rio to Freya. “I’ll be right back.”

Freya watched him trot down the hallway towards their bedroom wondering what he was up to. A couple of minutes later, he reappeared with a small box in his hand.

“I was saving this for Valentine’s Day, but I want you to know how much you’re appreciated by me.” Alex took the dog back and gave the box to Freya.

Freya looked at the black velvet box in her hand. It was tied with a dainty red bow. She looked up at Alex. Her hesitation was spurned by feelings of guilt at her runaway sexual fantasies that had increasingly not included her husband. She felt that she didn’t deserve a gift.

Eagerly, he told her, “Open it.”

She bit her lower lip to suppress a frown and untied the silk bow. When she opened up the box, she gasped. Inside, laying on the white satin interior, was an absolutely beautiful red ruby pendant cut into the shape of a heart. Freya started to cry. Luckily, Alex would never guess that her tears were ones of anguish and guilt. She looked up at him and he smiled at her.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

All she could do was nod and smile weakly.

Chapter 7

The pendant truly was gorgeous and Freya really did love it, but that was hard for her to see through her current shame. Eventually, she would love it even more for what it would come to symbolize to her. For better or for worse, it would mark the ending of the old, anguished Freya and the beginning of the new, truly sexually free Freya.

Alex put Rio down and gave Freya a hug and a deep kiss. Despite the turmoil of her current emotions, Freya could feel her nipples harden and the tingling in her lower belly begin and when Alex reached a strong hand down to squeeze her ass and firmly press her body against his, she knew that dinner was going to have to wait.

After their kiss, she started to suck on the side of his neck, then whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

Now it was Alex’s turn to watch as she trotted out of the kitchen towards the bedroom.

“What is she up to, Rio?” He looked down at his new dog who looked back up at him and cocked his head to one side.

It seemed like mere moments later, Freya came back into the kitchen, completely naked, hips swaying and tits bouncing. She handed Alex the box and told him to put it on her. “I want you to really get a good look at the pendant on me,” she said as she turned around and pulled her hair up. Alex looked at the slim taper of her neck and temporarily forgot to breathe. He would be forever in awe that she had such power over him.

As he began breathing again, he fumbled for the latch on the gold chain and was somehow able to put the necklace around her neck and secure it behind her. It didn’t help that Freya’s hand not holding her hair out of the way was busy rubbing the front of his pants.

Freya let her hair cascade down onto her shoulders, took two small steps away from Alex, and then turned to face him. She crossed her ankles causing her hips to flare out even more and clasped her hands behind her back pushing her firm breasts up and out towards her captivated husband. He stared at the deep crimson heart nestled between her tits. It glinted in the evening sunlight with every heavy breath she took.

She lightly shook her shoulders causing the pendant and her boobs to shimmy ever so slightly. “Does it look good on me?”

Slack-jawed, Alex nodded.

Then she coyly asked him, “Would you like to fuck me before dinner?”

Now both slack-jawed and wide-eyed, Alex was able to croak out a meager “yes.”

Freya gave him her most sultry look and reached a hand towards him and that’s exactly the moment that Rio peed on the floor.

“Oh, Rio!” Alex shouted. “No!” He quickly scooped the still peeing dog up and ran for the front door while Freya watched with an exasperated look on her face.

“I’ll get a towel,” she sighed, then mumbled to herself, “Well, isn’t he just a killjoy.”

While Alex and Rio were outside, she threw on a robe and grabbed a couple of bath towels to wipe up the urine. She put the wet towels into the washing machine and went to wash her hands. As she was washing them, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She frowned at the dark circles under her eyes. The stress of her confusing sexual situation was clearly getting to her.

She leaned forward to have a closer look just as the washing machine that had been filling on the other side of the wall kicked into the wash cycle. She froze as she felt the vibrations traveling through the wall, through the vanity cabinet below the sink, and right into her pussy that was pressed against the cabinet. She ran back into the laundry room, hit the pause button on the washer, and stood staring at the machine.

“I’m going to put Rio into his crate,” she heard Alex call out to her.

Distractedly, she answered, “Okay!”

Alex walked into the laundry room. “I’m so sorry about that, honey. He’s new and we’ll just have to be a little patient with -”

“Hey,” Freya faced Alex, “I have an idea.” And before Alex could even respond, she was unbuttoning his pants and pulling them, along with his underwear, down to expose his now mostly-flaccid cock. She grabbed it and sucked on his head for a few moments until she could feel it beginning to grow in her grasp.

“Sit up on the washing machine,” she instructed.

“Sit on the washer? Naked?”

“Hold on. Let me grab a couple of towels.” Freya ran out of the room and was back in an instant with two large, folded beach towels. She laid them across the top of the washing machine and patted them. “Get your ass up here.”

Alex, the good husband that he was, did as he was told. Although he had no idea what his wife was up to, he knew that it would be fun. His erection was swinging excitedly back and forth as he climbed onto the appliance.

Freya shucked her robe and held out a hand. “Help me get up there.” As she was climbing aboard, she commented, “This is just what we need. For me to slip and break my neck while we’re trying to have sex on top of a major home appliance! That would be tough to explain at the hospital!”

After a bit of awkward maneuvering, Freya was soon kneeling across Alex’s lap, and with a little more, but slightly less awkward maneuvering, she had his dick inside her. They both sat there for a few minutes kissing and exploring each others’ bodies with their hands waiting for that moment when they could feel that all moving parts were properly lubed and ready for action. When that moment hit, Freya leaned past Alex and pushed the start button on the machine and it burst back to life.

Freya clung to Alex and moaned as the wild vibrations tore through their bodies. Alex struggled to keep them both upright while he could feel the cum quickly building inside him. Holding her with one arm and holding the corner of the washing machine with the other, he was pushed into orgasm when Freya hunched her hips and moaned, “Ooh-h-h, Alllle-e-e-exx-x!” into his ear.

And as was usually the case, pulsing cum into Freya’s pussy triggered her own orgasm. She dug her fingernails into his back as she screamed with her mouth pressed to his shoulder. He could feel her palpitating around his cock while the washer continued its frantic dance underneath them.

Finally, Freya leaned over and pressed pause. She looked at Alex and he looked at her. There was no need for words between them, so they simply kissed, long and hard.

“That was astounding,” Freya commented as she carefully climbed off of Alex and the washing machine.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed as he hopped down.

“Well, I may as well toss these in, too,” Freya said, opening the washer and tossing the beach towels in. “Great multitasking. We were having sex and doing chores at the same time.”

Alex pulled his pants up and chuckled. He grabbed her shoulders and told her, “Freya, you are simply amazing.”

She smiled knowingly then asked him, “You ready for dinner?”

“Sure.”

After dinner, they took Rio out for a walk, then all three snuggled on the couch to watch TV, but with Freya sleeping so poorly at night, Alex working long hours, and Rio’s exciting day of moving into his new home, they were all asleep within minutes.

Eventually, Alex woke and nudged Freya awake. “Hey, I’m going to take Rio out and then put him to bed. You head in. I’ll be right there.” Freya was already asleep when Alex came into the bedroom.

But her sleep would be a fitful one.

She dreamt that she was at the supermarket looking for a loaf of Italian bread, but couldn’t find any. She rang the buzzer for the bakery department and a middle-aged man came out of the back room and asked if he could help her.

Freya looked at him. He was tall and fit with short cropped hair, dark green eyes, and a smile that exuded danger. She smiled back at him and asked for a loaf of Italian bread. He told her that what she needed was in the back and she followed him through the bakery prep area into a back room. As soon as she walked through the door, it slammed behind her.

She jumped, but the baker held her tightly in his arms. He picked her up and laid her down on the cold, stainless steel table. She was already pulling her shirt off as the man started pulling her skirt down. He pressed his nose into the front of her panty-clad crotch and sucked in a lungful of her scent. Freya was unhooking her bra as he tore her thong down her legs.

The man pushed his thick tongue into her while she feverishly rubbed her clit with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. He tilted his head to one side and bit one of Freya’s pussy lips. She screamed in surprise, then screamed even louder as he continued to roughly gnaw on it and she came.

After her orgasm, Freya opened her eyes and watched as the man stood up, wiped his mouth, then pulled the biggest cock she could ever imagine out of his pants. Freya swooned in anticipation, and quickly pulled her knees up and out, spreading herself as wide as she could for him. Begging him to violate her.

In one swift motion, and with another one of his dangerous smiles, the man pulled Freya’s ass to the edge of the table and forced himself into her. Freya screamed as she felt his massive cock tear into her, but it was not a scream of pain. It was one of pure ecstasy. She lost count of how many times she came as he pounded into her. Completely spent, she was only able to lay there and when he finally finished, she could feel massive amounts of his seed emptying into her belly with the overflow dripping out of her and trickling down the sweaty crack of her ass.

These feelings were so intense, that she practically blacked out.

When he pulled out of her cunt, she felt empty. As she watched him turn and walk away, she called out to him, but he ignored her. Freya was suddenly all alone and she started to cry.

She woke up, her face hot with tears, and immediately panicked.

‘Oh! What have I done?’ Freya thought to herself.

‘How could I have done this with a stranger?’

‘What if Alex finds out?’

Chapter 8

In her horror at what she had done to her wonderful husband - and how she had just willfully ruined their life together - Freya didn’t even realize that it was just a dream. A nightmare from which she had already awoken from. When that realization finally hit her, she felt only slightly better.

She may have woken from that nightmare, but her daily nightmare was still tormenting her.

Fantasizing about her close friends was one thing - she had known them all her life and she already loved them both dearly. And besides, nothing could ever happen between them, so those fantasies were perfectly safe. All of those thoughts were purely fantastical. But now her sexual fantasies had crossed over into the real world. The bakery manager at the store down the street? She was having wanton desires towards random everyday people now!

It shocked her to think how easy it would be for her to start up a conversation with him one day and how easily she imagined it could progress from there. Freya knew she was attractive. If the bakery manager - she thought his name was Gus or Guy - wasn’t interested, then someone else would be. And Alex worked a lot…

It would be so easy to find someone - anyone - to have sex with.

Sadly, Freya felt deep in her heart that if something didn’t drastically change, she was going to cheat on her husband.

Very soon, even masturbating all day wouldn’t be enough for her.

In spite of her current state of bottomless despair lying in bed next to her wonderful husband, “The Need” was, once again, raising its dark form inside of her. Freya quietly got out of bed and slipped out of the bedroom. She really didn’t want to do it, but she had to.

Everything had long been out of her control.

Alone in the bathroom, Freya sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs. Feeling the cold porcelain against her bottom, she quickly and quietly masturbated to a very unsatisfying orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of her vagina and put them into her mouth. She silently sobbed, disgusted with herself. She knew that she could not continue on like this.

Something had to change. And fast.

Cyn and Katie were awoken by someone pounding on their door. Being an interior door to the two-family house they co-owned, it was either Freya or Alex. And if it was anyone else, then it was some kind of major emergency. So, neither girl bothered putting anything on over what they slept in, and just ran for the door.

They opened it and Freya burst in. She was pale. Her eyes were red from crying and there were dark circles under them.

“Alex just left for work and I need to talk to you guys.” Freya practically fell into Cyn’s arms and burst into a fresh round of sobbing. “Marrying Alex was a huge mistake!” She buried her face into Cyn’s bosom, her entire body hitched uncontrollably. Cyn and Katie just looked at each other over Freya’s bowed head.

Cyn held her and Katie tenderly rubbed her back while Freya sobbed and moaned miserably into Cyn’s nightshirt. Freya could feel Cyn’s soft breasts pressed against her face. She thought she felt one of her nipples through the threadbare material. Even through her crying, something was stirring within her. Freya felt a tingle in her belly and pushed Cyn away in self-disgust.

She staggered to the kitchen and collapsed into a chair, covering her face with her hands. Katie put an arm around her and Freya violently pushed her away.

“Stay away from me!” she yelled. “I’m a monster!”

Completely at a loss as to what to do to help their friend, Cyn and Katie just stood there in their nightshirts and waited for Freya to run out of tears. Eventually she did. And even then, it was a long time before she was able to look up at her two best friends.

“I love Alex so much, but I’m just going to hurt him.” The tone of her voice was that of pure heartbreak.

Cyn took a step towards Freya, but Katie gave her a look that told her that Katie was going to take the lead on this. Katie pulled a chair towards Freya and sat down while Cyn stayed where she was standing.

“What do you mean, honey?”

Freya looked at Katie with her face scrunched up and miserable. She looked up at Cyn, then back to Katie. “I’m going to hurt Alex. I don’t want to, but I know that I’m going to cheat on him.” She wanted to cry, but there were just no more tears left.

“Why do you think you’re going to cheat on Alex, Frey?” Katie asked.

“All I can think about is sex. And sometimes when Alex and I are…” Freya stopped and just stared at the floor between her feet.

“Um-hmm?” Katie prompted.

“I’m not even thinking about being with him anymore. I just… I black out or something and the next thing I know, we’re done and I can’t even remember what happened.” Freya covered her face again. “Everything is just spinning out of control.”

Cyn stepped forward and placed a hand on Freya’s shoulder. Freya said nothing, but Katie could see her demeanor change instantly. Cynthia had always been the de facto mother and protector of the other two and just having her near would make either girl feel safer. Katie also said nothing, but took one of Freya’s hands and held it in her own.

Eventually, Freya continued. “I don’t think that Alex will always be enough. I love him with all my heart, but sometimes there’s something in me that wants more. That needs more. Sexually.”

Cyn and Katie stayed where they were, just being there for their friend.

“Last week…” Freya started, then paused. She looked back down at the floor. “Last week, Alex had an emergency at the hardware store and stayed late. He didn’t get home until after midnight.” Freya looked up at Katie. “He was gone for over sixteen hours.” She looked at Cyn and then back at the floor. She took a deep breath. “I masturbated so much that I was sore for three days.”

The kitchen was silent.

Then Cyn burst into laughter. “Oh, fuck, Freya! You gotta use some lube sometimes!”

Initially appalled at Cynthia’s outburst, Katie looked worriedly at Freya, but when she saw her friend smile and then start to quietly laugh, she relaxed. Katie looked at her girlfriend and gave her a smile that said, ‘you’re usually a big, brutish, disgusting pig, but sometimes you know exactly what to say and do.’ That’s what her smile said. But the look in Katie’s eyes, as always, said, ‘I love you, Cynthia.’ Then her attention went back to Freya.

“I’ll make coffee.” Katie got up and started grinding the beans.

Cyn asked if Rio needed to go out. “No,” Freya replied. “Alex took him out less than an hour ago.”

“You know what?” Cyn said. “I’ll go down and get him. I have a feeling that we’re all going to be up here for a while.”

When Cyn came back upstairs with the small dog and his leash, Katie and Freya were sitting at the table sipping coffee.

“So, what did I miss?” Cyn asked.

“Not much,” Katie told her.

Cyn sat down where Katie had already placed a cup of coffee for her. “Well, besides mauling your kittie, what’s been going on, Freya?”

Freya gave a deep sigh. “Lately, it’s like sex between us has become less about love and more… I don’t know.” She lifted the mug to her lips but then put it back down. “Angry?” She shook her head slightly. “No. The sex is great… Alex is always so tender and loving. I guess I’m angry. And scared.”

She took a sip of coffee and continued. “It’s like I want sex more and more.”

“Who doesn’t?” Cyn commented and smiled. Neither Katie nor Freya smiled with her.

“But it’s like once we start… I can’t stop. And it’s never enough.” A tear ran down her cheek and she took a tissue from the box that Katie had placed on the table. As she wiped her eyes, she told the girls, “I feel like it’s out of my control. I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”

Katie took her free hand, but said nothing.

Cyn put her coffee cup down and pointed at Freya. “It sounds like you’re a sex addict.”

The two other girls looked at her.

“Yup,” she told them. “If you feel like it’s out of control… That’s an addict.”

Freya blinked at Cyn and Cyn nodded.

“You think I’m addicted to sex?” Freya asked.

“Um-hmm,” Cyn answered. “You want to have sex constantly, you’re masturbating in secret, you need to do it more and more, things are out of control, you can’t stop… That’s an addiction.” Cyn’s face clouded. She added, “I should know.”

Both Freya and Katie knew about her dad.

Freya took a deep breath. “So, what do I do?”

Cyn shrugged. “Go to an AA meeting and every time someone says the word ‘alcohol,’ swap it out for the word ‘sex’ in your head?”

“Not everything’s a joke, Cynthia!” Katie said, then suggested to Freya, “Maybe find a therapist?”

The three friends sat in silence for a few minutes, then Freya spoke up. “Do you guys ever have weird sex dreams…? Or weird… Thoughts?”

“Having sex with Katie can get pretty weird all on its own,” Cyn said.

“Cynthia dreams about having sex with guys,” Katie cheerily chirped, then smiled broadly at her girlfriend.

Cynthia scowled and punched her arm. “No, I don’t.”

Rubbing Cynthia’s arm, Katie loudly whispered to Freya, “Yes, she does.”

Freya looked at Cyn and thought of all the times that she had wondered about her friend. The dreams that she had had. Just an hour ago, she had been getting turned on by Cyn’s huge tits!

While sobbing to her about her own sex obsession!

“I’m not a lesbian, but I’ve had dreams about being with a girl,” Freya told them, leaving out, of course, the fact that these dreams involved both Cyn and Katie. “But dreams are just dreams,” she scoffed. “They don’t mean anything, really.”

“Everyone dreams about random stuff like that. It’s no big deal,” Cyn agreed. “As much as Alex is so infatuated with you, Frey, I’ll bet he has dreams about other women.”

Freya blushed and looked down at her empty cup.

“He has?” Cyn exclaimed. “Did he tell you about them?”

Freya looked back up. “No. He’s never said anything about his dreams.” She paused. “But I know that he has.”

“Oh. Guys always wake up with boners,” Cyn told her. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“No. He sometimes talks in his sleep.”

Both girls stared at Freya.

“What does he say?” Cyn asked, very interested.

“Cynthia!” Katie cried out. “That’s none of our business.”

Cyn ignored her. “Do you know who he’s dreaming about?”

Freya turned scarlet.

“Who?” Cyn continued. “Is it anyone we know?”

When Freya didn’t answer, Cyn knew the answer was yes.

She leaned halfway across the table and in a low, measured voice asked, “Freya, is it one of us?”

Again, no answer, so Cyn sat back astonished. Wide-eyed, she looked at Katie who was equally astonished.

“So, which one of us is it?” Cyn finally asked.

Chapter 9

Katie slapped her forearm. “Leave Freya alone.” Then to Freya, she said, “Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter.”

Freya looked at her best friend. The woman that she had grown up with. The person who knew her better than even her own husband did - probably better than Cyn did. She looked at Katie and cried. With wide eyes, Cyn slowly turned to look at Katie. Katie simply sat there stunned for a moment, and then tears started rolling down her cheeks, also.

Cyn didn’t know what to say or do, so she just refilled everyone’s coffee and let them cry.

Eventually, they both settled down to just the occasional sniffle.

“So, how do we help you, Freya?” Cyn began.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you should really get help somewhere.”

Freya hung her head. “I know.”

“I mean, you can’t just play with yourself all day.”

“No. That makes it worse.” Freya sighed. “By myself, I just feel so lonely… Empty… It has to be with someone.” Her haunted eyes looked up across the table. “But what happens if Alex just isn’t enough?”

“Easy,” Cyn said. “Just come up here and Katie will take care of you.”

Katie, utterly shocked, whipped her head around to look at Cyn. “What?”

“This’ll be great! You have such a crush on Freya, anyway!”

“No, I don’t.”

“You’re always going on and on about how pretty Freya is, how beautiful her hair is, how perfect she is, blah, blah, blah.” Cynthia put a hand on Katie’s shoulder, but she shrugged it off. “But it’s fine, Katie-bear.”

“You’re insane! And don’t call me that. I’m angry with you.”

Cynthia threw an arm around Katie and told her, “But you still love me.”

Pressed into the side of Cynthia’s tit, Katie said, “I’m starting to question just how much I actually do.”

Freya giggled and it warmed both Katie’s and Cynthia’s hearts.

Cyn continued. “And Alex doesn’t even have to know.”

“Oh, no!” Katie said, squirming out of Cynthia’s tight hold. “Freya wouldn’t do anything behind his back.”

“What if she didn’t have to?” Cyn asked. “I mean, if Alex likes Katie, and Freya needs… More sex… Well, tell me what guy wouldn’t be into a little bit of swapping around?”

Both Freya and Katie looked at Cyn like she was insane.

“And what’s the harm?” Cyn added.

Katie wound up and really punched Cynthia hard in the arm. “The harm is that I’m not interested and our best friend is married!”

“And our best friend is in trouble and needs our help, Katie.”

Unblinking, Katie and Cynthia stared at each other.

And then Katie blinked.

She took a deep breath and turned away from both of the other girls.

“I’m going to get dressed and take Rio out for a walk.” Katie stood up. “You do whatever you want.”

“Katie -” Cynthia started.

“Do whatever you want!” Katie left to get dressed, then came back into the kitchen, picked up the small dog, grabbed the leash that hung on the doorknob, and left without saying another word.

Cynthia looked at Freya as the door slammed closed. “She’ll be fine.”

“I’m so sorry that I caused all of this,” Freya said.

“She’s fine. I’ll make it up to her later.”

“What a mess I’ve created… For everyone.”

“Katie and I want to help you,” Cyn moved into the chair that Katie had been sitting in and held Freya’s hands. “What can we do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Neither do I,” Cyn frowned. “Except… I know it sounds weird - like the setup for a terrible sitcom episode or a story in a dirty magazine or something - but is there any way that we can actually help you with… the sex thing?” She paused for a second, but then quickly continued. “Remember those girls we met at the beach? With all the tattoos and piercings?”

“Sure. Valentina.” Freya thought of how Alex’s cock had jerked at the mere mention of her.

“And you know they invited us to join them in their group sex thing?”

“Oh, no. I don’t even know them,” Freya protested. “Group sex with strangers? No.”

“No. Not with them,” Cyn stated.

Freya looked at her.

Cyn nodded. “I’m pretty sure that Katie wanted us to call them. She would be into it.”

Aghast, Freya asked, “Sweet little Katie wants to be in an orgy?”

Cynthia gave Freya a sly grin. “No… She doesn’t want to be in an orgy…” She paused for effect. And it had a massive effect. Freya practically lifted out of her chair leaning towards Cynthia.

“I think Katie wants to watch me have sex with other people.”

Freya’s mouth went slack and she fell back into the chair. “No!”

“Yes!”

“Katie?”

“Yup!”

“How do you know?”

“I can tell.” Cynthia nodded. “I’m pretty sure.”

Freya shook her head. “No. Not Katie.”

“I’ve known her for almost twenty years.”

“No.”

“I knew that she was a lesbian long before you did!”

“Uh-uh. No way.”

“I know Katie and I know this. I’m pretty much absolutely positive.”

Freya said nothing.

“Let’s wait until Katie comes back and I’ll ask her.” Cynthia folded her arms across her massive chest and leaned back in her chair.

With nothing else to say, Freya also waited. After a few minutes, they heard the downstairs door open, then the combination of footsteps and pawsteps ascending the stairs. The door opened and before Katie could even step inside, Cynthia stood up.

“Katie, do you want to watch me have sex with other people?”

Standing in the doorway trying to think of a response, Katie’s heart dropped when she felt her face begin to warm, betraying one of her deepest secrets.

With an arm outstretched towards Katie, her palm up, Cyn looked at Freya. “I was right.” She then quickly strode across the room and engulfed the still silent Katie in one of her patented bear hugs while Rio barked at their ankles.

“Katie-bear,” Cyn told her, “I think we may have found a way to make your dreams come true.”

The three girls sat at the kitchen table looking at each other.

“Alright. Just to be clear, I never said that I would be into any kind of a group sex thing,” Freya stated.

Cyn looked straight into her eyes. “You never said that you wouldn’t be into it.”

“And I never said I wanted to watch you have sex with other people, Cynthia!” Katie piped up.

Cynthia looked into Katie’s eyes and sarcastically told her, “and I never said that I wanted to have sex with a man.” Katie bit her lip and looked down at the tabletop.

The girls sat there in silence.

“Nobody’s going to say anything?” Cyn asked.

No one spoke up.

“Okay. You know what?” Cyn slapped her hands on the table and abruptly stood up, suddenly angry. “Let’s just cut the shit. Really.”

Freya and Katie looked up at her.