Alex and Cynthia Take a Shower Anal

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Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, Freya looked at her husband and wearily rubbed her tired eyes. “What are you doing up this early?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

She sat down across from him at the kitchen table. “Is everything alright? You are okay with us starting a family, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“What’s wrong?” Freya could read him like an open book and knew that there was more.

“Nothing,” Alex said, thinking about the dream/nightmare that had woken him. He took Freya’s hand. “I mean, nothing other than the usual worries. Can we afford it? Will the baby be born healthy? Things like that.”

Freya smiled. “It’s a big decision. Are you absolutely sure that you’re ready?”

Alex took a deep breath. “Yes. I am.”

“Okay. Sorry that I keep asking.” Freya gave him a halfhearted smile. “I’m pretty scared, myself.”

“Umhum.”

Standing up, Freya said, “Let me make some coffee and we’ll talk.”

“There’s some left in the pot,” Alex answered. “I made a lot.”

Freya gave him a kiss on the top of his head. “The vacation was great, but tiring. And, of course, my sudden decision to start a family “

“Our decision,” Alex corrected her.

“Of course. But it was my decision to start now.”

Alex nodded.

As Freya poured herself a cup of coffee, she asked, “So, do you want to talk more about it? I mean, this needs to be our decision. The two of us together.”

“No. It’s fine. We both want kids…” Alex shrugged. “So, why not now?”

“I do love your enthusiasm,” Freya told him as she spooned sugar into her cup.

“Well, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah…” Freya sat down opposite him, again, and took a sip of her coffee. “It’s a big decision.”

“But we’re going to do it,” Alex said.

Freya nodded, and then they sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

“When do you think we can go up and get Rio?” Alex asked.

“I was just thinking that,” Freya answered. “This house has never seemed so quiet.”

Alex looked at her. “Enjoy it while you can. With kids, it’s going to be a madhouse for the next twenty to thirty years. You were an only child and a girl. You don’t know what it’s like.”

“I can’t wait.”

Alex smiled and nodded.

Another minute or two went by with the only sound being the occasional sip of coffee, when they heard a floorboard creak above them.

“Someone’s up,” Freya observed. Alex’s eyes brightened. “We have to give them a few minutes to wake up before we can get Rio.”

“Fine,” Alex begrudgingly agreed.

A few minutes later, they heard the door open at the top of the stairs, and the unmistakable clittering of a small dog’s nails on the wooden steps. Then they heard Katie tell Rio to hold on a minute. Alex all but ran to the door that led to the foyer and flung it open.

“Rio!” He cried as the dog began to jump up and down in shared excitement. Alex bent down and had to scramble to grab the quivering little Yorkie.

“Was I really that terrible of a babysitter? You’re so excited to get away from me?” Katie asked the dog, hooking his leash to his collar and then handing it to Alex. “He has to pee and poop. He just got breakfast,” she told him.

As Alex and Rio went out front, Katie hugged Freya. “How was your mini vacation?”

“It was great. But I have huge news for you guys,” Freya gushed.

Excitedly, Katie asked, “What? What?”

“I want to tell you both.”

“Come on upstairs. I’ll wake Cynthia.”

“Oh, no. Don’t wake Yeah, okay. Yeah, wake her up!” Freya said as they both started up the stairs.

Alex and Rio were in the front yard when they heard all three girls screaming. Halfway through his poop, Rio looked up at Alex, startled by the piercing volume, even through the closed windows. “Well, it sounds like mommy just told your aunts that you’re going to be a big brother.” Satisfied with that explanation, Rio finished his business and the two boys went back into the house.

Ten minutes later, Freya came back down with Rio’s toys and his container of kibble. “You probably heard, but the girls are pretty excited with the news.”

Alex gave Rio a knowing look. “We heard.”

“Unfortunately, Cynthia…” Freya stopped and tilted her head to one side. “You know, with Katie always calling her Cynthia, now it seems really strange to call her Cyn. And I’ve called her Cyn for pretty much my whole life.”

“Things change,” Alex observed.

Freya took his hand in hers. “Yes. Things change.”

He lightly squeezed her hand in agreement.

“Anyway,” she continued, “Cynthia has to work today, so our planned ‘last hurrah party’ is going to have to wait until tonight.”

Freya watched Alex’s face cloud over. “Yeah, about that…”

“What?”

Alex took a deep breath and told her all about his dream. Right up until it turned into a nightmare.

“Katie was giving me a blowjob, and then you, Katie, and Cynthia all wanted me to decide who gave the best blowjobs. So, you each took turns, but then… I’m not sure what happened or how it got to…” Alex trailed off trying to remember the details of his dream.

“Well, I know that I love to suck your dick and we both know how much Cynthia lusts after cock even as much in love with Katie as she is but Katie… And I get that it was a dream, but I’m not sure she would do that even in your wildest dreams.”

“But then it got even weirder,” Alex told her. “Someone suggested a ‘Fuck Off’ contest.”

“A ‘Fuck Off’ contest?” Freya asked.

“Yeah. All three of you lined up and I took turns having with each of you until I came.”

“Oooo!” Freya exclaimed. “That sounds so wonderfully naughty! We should do that tonight!”

Alex just looked at her.

“What?” Freya shrugged. “It’s just a suggestion.”

“So, right before I woke up, you told me that all three of you had somehow gotten pregnant and that I was the father.”

Freya looked at him in astonishment. And then, much to Alex’s chagrin, she burst into peals of laughter. When she was finally able to speak, she apologized and reminded him that it was just a dream. “You definitely have nothing to worry about with that. I mean, if you get me pregnant, then that’s great. That’s what we want. Cynthia has been on birth control pretty much since she hit puberty. You know her mom…”

“Yeah,” Alex replied with a hint of disgust. He had never met Cynthia’s mom, but had heard stories from all three girls.

“And I seriously doubt you’re going to get another crack at Katie.”

“Why not?” Alex replied, a little hurt.

“No. No. It’s not you. She’s just soooo totally not into guys. You’re lucky that you got the one shot that you did.”

Alex frowned in dismay.

“Tonight, I’m sure that Cynthia will give you anything that you want,” Freya assured him, being careful to lightly massage his bruised male ego. “I’ll be more than happy to keep Katie busy and don’t worry, I will make sure that that cute, little girl is in full view for you to lust after.”

That perked Alex up as his cock stirred in his pants at the thought of Freya and Katie enjoying each others’ carnal pleasures while he watched.

“And soon enough, I will be all yours and you will be all mine! And we’ll make a baby!” Freya couldn’t and didn’t try to conceal her excitement at starting a family.

And that thought perked Alex up emotionally. Although Freya had kind of just sprung the decision on him over their little weekend getaway, he was really warming to the idea of becoming a dad. His father was a great role model and Alex was starting to look forward to raising a family like his parents had raised him and his little brother. But then these pleasant thoughts were interrupted much more pleasantly when Freya stood up and slowly pulled her Tshirt over her head. Standing in the kitchen, now only in a pair of panties, Freya announced that she was going to take a shower. Without giving Alex a chance to respond verbally, at least she turned and walked down the hall.

Alex almost knocked his chair over scrambling after her swaying ass.

He quickly followed her into the bedroom, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. Freya squealed with laughter as Alex started pawing at her.

“Hold on! Hold on!” Freya implored him. “You need to save your energy for tonight.”

“I have plenty of energy,” Alex assured her and wrapped his hands around her bare waist, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss.

When they both finally came up for air, Freya gently pushed him away and said, “Here. Sit on the bed.”

“Yeah?” Alex asked expectantly as he sat on the very edge of their bed.

Freya took two steps back, lowered her eyelids, gave him a small lopsided smile, and answered, “Yeah,” in barely a whisper.

Alex watched as she carefully pulled the waistband of her skyblue panties down just enough to show the barest hint of red hair, then she traced a finger back up her tummy, lingering at her belly button for a moment, then continuing up to the underside of her right breast. He watched intently as she dragged a fingernail ever so lightly across her erect nipple.

His head swam as he instantly thought back to the very first time they had , Freya had done a crazily y striptease for him, and then rode him until they shared a mindblowing simultaneous orgasm. It was just a few years ago, but seemed like another lifetime. Or rather, the beginning of this amazing and wonderful lifetime.

Freya brought her finger to her mouth and studiously sucked the tip, then brought her finger back to her nipple, circling the wetness around her tiny, pink areola. She watched in quiet amusement as Alex needed to readjust his pants.

“Enjoying the show?” She asked.

Alex vigorously nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Freya put her hands on her hips and pouted. “I’m not old enough to be a ‘ma’am.'”

“Yes, beautiful,” Alex corrected himself.

“That’s better.” She slowly turned and plucked a hairbrush from the dresser beside her, then faced Alex again. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to one side and slowly sensuously began to brush her hair.

It had been a while since she had had it cut and it was longer than Alex had ever seen it. And her hair was stunning. “Hot as hell” as the random guy in the convenience store had commented, not knowing that the girl he was admiring Freya, of course was there with him. But the description fit. Her hair was a dark reddish brown, that Alex had been told was called auburn. But it would always be “hot as hell red” in his mind.

He watched her meticulously brush her hair and admired her lithe figure. With her arms up, her tits were even more perky than usual. Perfectly shaped and perfectly sized. He watched as the muscles under her breasts flexed causing first one and then the other to bobble ever so slightly. It was a display of hypnotic proportions. And knowing Freya like he did, Alex was sure that every single movement was carefully choreographed for his pleasure.

Freya was nothing if not a studious planner. Especially in matters pertaining to anything ual. He had learned that quite early in their courtship.

She heard him repositioning himself on the bed, then the very faint but distinct sound of his pants zipper. Freya smiled, but continued brushing her hair with her eyes closed. Shifting her weight a little, she started brushing the other side, cocking her hips a bit in a way that she hoped looked jaunty. And y.

“If I open my eyes, will I see you being a naughty boy?” She asked.

“Maybe,” came the coy reply.

“You need to save that for tonight, you know.”

“Umhmm,” Alex answered distractedly.

Freya opened her eyes and looked at him looking intently at her. And slowly stroking his cock.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “You are being naughty!” Freya put the brush back down and took a step towards Alex. He stopped midpump and held his breath as she slowly slid two fingers into the top of her panties and languidly slid them down her long legs stopping just above her ankles. Bent over, she looked up at him, her dangling tits now in full view, and gave him a sly wink.

Alex sat dumbfounded with his pulsing dick, leaking precum, forgotten in his hand as she stood back up, gracefully stepped out of her panties, and then dropped to her knees right in front of him. She pushed her hair behind her ears and carefully smoothed the slight waves falling down her chest, being sure to leave her breasts fully exposed. He just stared at them. The creamy white flesh that only a true redhead possessed. The small, hard nipples perched upon them. The defined curvature now framed with the mysteriously dark red coloring of her hair.

Freya was beautiful there was no doubt about that but her true talents were knowing exactly how to work what she had for maximum ual impact.

She glanced at his hand on his lap still wrapped around his erection. “Are you going to just hold that thing all day or can I play with it?”

Alex eagerly let go of his dick. Freya lowered her body down and crawled towards him on her hands and knees. Alex couldn’t really spread his legs much because his pants were still up, but there was just enough room for her to reach out with her tongue and lap at his barely exposed balls.

Alex groaned at the feeling.

Then she slowly agonizingly slowly ran her tongue up the underside of his cock stopping just before she reached the head. She licked her lips and then gave the tip of his dick a sloppy wet kiss. Alex could feel her saliva mixed with his precum drooling down the side of his cock. He closed his eyes ready for what would come next.

Freya placed her hands on his knees to give herself some leverage and stood up. “Like I said, I’m jumping in the shower and you, mister, need to save that thing for tonight.”

Alex’s eyes shot open.

“I know that Cynthia is going to be sad that I’ll be keeping you all to myself for a while, so we have to make sure that she has a night to remember.”

Alex’s mouth gaped open but nothing came out.

“Get dressed. You said that you wanted to stop by the hardware store to check on everything, then you were going to swing by your parents’ house to thank them again for the amazing weekend away.” Freya walked to the bedroom door and Alex, much to his dismay, watched his naked wife go. At the doorway, she turned. “Are you going to tell them?”

Alex closed his mouth, his poor cock wilting in his lap.

“Alex?”

“Umm…”

“You know what? Maybe don’t tell them, yet. We’d never hear the end of it. ‘Are you pregnant, yet?’ ‘Do you have any names picked out?’ All of that.” Freya shrugged and Alex watched her tits bounce ever so slightly and oh so ily. “Yeah. Maybe it’s better not to say anything, yet.” Then she turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Alex sat there for a couple of minutes before he finally pulled his pants back up. As much as he wanted to join her in the shower, he knew that there would be no point in pushing the matter. Freya could be quite stubborn. While she showered, he grabbed some breakfast, then washed up and headed into work.

“So, hang on.” Cynthia looked at Freya in utter disbelief and in abject admiration. “You did a striptease? You flaunted your tits at him? You licked his dick? And then you told him to shove it back into his pants and wait for tonight?”

Proudly, Freya smiled. “Yup. I primed the pump and tonight it’s all yours.”

“Well, I’m honored.”

“But then I’m taking him back. So, enjoy the last cock that you’ll be having for a while.”

Freya could see the lust in her eyes. “Oh, I will.”

“She definitely will,” Katie agreed. She had been helping Freya with dinner. She washed her hands, then gave her girlfriend a kiss. “How was work, hun?”

“Ugh!” Cynthia scoffed. “Betty is such a pain in the cunt.”

Katie hugged her. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. The hardest part is biting my tongue. I always have so many great insults to throw at her.” Cynthia clenched her fists. “Argh! She’s just such a pain!”

“Why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower, and change? You’ll feel better.”

“Hey, Frey, can I grab a root beer?” Cynthia asked.

“Of course. In the fridge,” Freya told her.

Now it was Katie’s turn to bite her tongue. She and Cynthia had been working out and trying to eat healthier, and Cynthia had actually lost enough weight that it had started to be noticeable. But Katie knew that she really had to pick her battles with Cynthia and right now, a can of soda wasn’t a battle that Katie felt was worth fighting. Kate thought, ‘For everything that she does for me, she deserves a night of complete debauchery food included.’ They could always eat healthier tomorrow.

Tonight was a night for some fun.

Cynthia sat down at the kitchen table while Freya and Katie resumed the dinner preparations. “So, you teased your poor husband, then sent him off to work with a raging boner in his pants?” Cynthia mused. “Freya, you are downright evil.”

Freya turned from the sink and smiled. “He just loves ‘Evil Freya!'”

“He loves you!” Cynthia corrected her. “‘Evil Freya,’ ‘Sweet Freya,’ ‘Homemaker Freya’ he loves every Freya.”

Freya’s smile widened. “He really does. I’m so lucky.”

“Lucky?” Cynthia cried. “You’re the luckiest girl I know. You have an adoring husband, live in a house with your two best and hottest friends, and get to have with any one of us at your whim.” She took a gulp of root beer and let out a loud belch.

Katie glared at her. “Cynthia!”

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not,” Katie mumbled.

Cynthia shrugged, then continued, “Freya, you hit the fuckin’ jackpot.”

“We kind of all did,” Katie pointed out.

Cynthia nodded in agreement. “We did. We definitely did. The four of us live a truly charmed life. Still nodding but now with a frown, she added, “Betty the Bitch notwithstanding.”

The girls finished up at the counter, and Freya put the mac and cheese in the oven while Katie put the salad in the refrigerator. They both sat at the table with Cynthia.

“You know what we should do?” Cynthia asked. “We should dress up Katie to cocktease Alex all through dinner.”

“Oh! I love it!” Freya replied.

Cynthia put the empty can on the table and told Katie, “Come on, let’s go upstairs, raid your ‘Dresser Drawer of Slutty Clothes,’and get you all dressed up for dinner.”

“And what about you?” Katie asked, picking up the can and placing it in the can return box. “Aren’t you going to dress up?”

Cynthia stood, putting herself on full display. “I’m y enough asis. In fact, probably too y. I should put on a pair of sweatpants and a winter parka, just to cover up all of this iness.”

Katie took Cynthia’s hand. “Alrighty, Miss Fat Ass, let’s go upstairs so you can dress up your favorite little dolly.”

“Potty mouth,” Cynthia admonished Katie’s choice of words. “With all of the healthy swill that you keep feeding me and then making me join you at the gym all the time, I would now like to be referred to as ‘Miss Slightly Less Fat Ass,’ please,” Cynthia corrected her.

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