Welcome! This is the third story in the second "Freya and Friends" series. I try to write stand-alone stories so this can be enjoyed as-is, but if you'd like to start at the beginning of this series, check out:
I Will Love You Forever
If you'd like to begin with the first series, click here:
The First Blowjob
Enjoy!
Love, Frey
My Stories
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"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 your mom that you're worried you play with yourself way too much just wasn't something she was prepared to discuss, so she just brushed it off that she was busy with finals at school.
One thing that they
did
discuss was Auggie. Auggie was Freya's childhood dog. Everyone thought she was named because young Freya couldn't properly pronounce the word "doggy," but she was 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.