Freya the Sex Addict Returns

Welcome to the third part of my third "Freya and Friends" series! Including all of the stories, this has been a year-long, 250K-word journey!! Wow!!!

As always, super thanks to

Figjamkiss

who has been editing and proofreading my work for a while now. And

AlexFourways

who has been encouraging me and my writing for quite some time. I cannot thank them enough. My stories would be so much less without their assistance!

If you'd like to begin at the very start of all of this (way back in 2023 -- I'm still shocked that it's been an entire year already!), please click here:

The First Blowjob

If not, then just read on and enjoy!

Love, Frey

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Cynthia rolled over and blinked in the dim light. She could see the outlines of Alex and Freya spooning together on one side of her, but on her right, where Katie had been last night, the bed was empty. That wasn't unusual, though. Cynthia was used to waking up without Katie in their bed upstairs. Katie was an early riser and had probably already gotten up, taken Rio out for a walk, made coffee, went upstairs to start laundry, and could very well be making breakfast for them all right now.

Katie was a weird one, but she was wonderful.

"Ugh," Cynthia muttered as her tongue felt the gummy inside of her mouth. She hadn't brushed her teeth last night and probably had breath that could stun a charging rhino at fifty feet. She eased out of bed so she wouldn't wake Freya and Alex and creeped to the bathroom down the hall.

She looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. Grabbing one of Freya's hair brushes, she pulled it through her blonde hair a few times, then took a toothbrush -- she also assumed that it was Freya's -- and gave her teeth a perfunctory brushing. Satisfied that she was at least presentable, she climbed back into bed. As if on cue, Alex rolled away from his wife and onto his back with a sleepy groan.

Reaching under the covers, she found Alex's cock and gave it a gentle pull. She smiled thinking of that old joke where a man tells his wife, "If you want sex, tug on my penis twice. If you don't want sex, tug on it 300 times."

Cynthia tugged on Alex's penis twice.

She felt his cock begin to waken in her hand, but Alex still seemed sound asleep. She tugged on it two more times.

"Hmmm?" Alex squinted up at Cynthia's face inches above his own.

Assured that her breath was now minty-fresh, Cynthia smiled down at him and whispered, "Good morning, stud."

Alex cleared her throat noisily and grimaced. "Uhh," he grunted.

"Ready for another go?" Cynthia asked, going in for a small kiss.

Alex quickly turned his head and tried to push her away.

"What?" Cynthia demanded, a little offended. "After fucking Katie, now I'm suddenly not good enough?"

Alex cleared his throat again and croaked, "I think I'm sick. My throat kills."

Freya leapt out of bed as if shot from a cannon. "Did Alex just say that he's sick? I can't get sick! I'm gonna have a baby!"

"Not today you're not, drama queen," Cynthia shot at her, a little less hurt by Alex's rejection of her sexual advances, but still pretty unhappy about not getting another go with him.

"Alex, honey," Freya started, "I truly love you, but I can't get sick. I'll be upstairs if you need anything." As she hurriedly grabbed some clothes, she continued, "I mean, we'll send some soup down and we'll take care of Rio. And I'll be right upstairs if you need anything. But I'll be upstairs." Freya, arms full and still naked from the night before, scurried to the door. "Love you, honey," she called over her shoulder and was gone.

Alex groggily looked over at Cynthia, who had backed off the bed and stood up. She shrugged helplessly and told him, "Well, I guess we'll be upstairs. Get better soon." Alex watched as she put on Freya's too-small robe, struggled to cover herself, picked up her clothes, and left.

"Mmm," Alex moaned, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Katie was indeed upstairs making breakfast for the four of them. She had coffee in the pot, cut fruit in a large glass bowl on the table, fresh-baked chocolate chip muffins cooling on a rack, her mom's "famous" baked apple oatmeal casserole still in the oven, and Rio prancing around her feet hoping for any dropped morsels.

"It smells amazing, Katie-bear," Cynthia announced as she gave her new fiancee a hug from behind. Then, turning to Freya, Cynthia said, "See? I have her trained perfectly."

"Well," Katie answered, bringing the piping hot casserole to the table, "If I'm going to

finally

be a missus, I need to keep my woman happy."

"I should have proposed sooner," Cynthia said, eyeing the breakfast spread.

Heading for the door, Katie said, "I'll let Alex know that breakfast is ready."

"He won't be joining us," Freya told Katie.

Katie stopped at the door. "Is everything okay?"

"Ya broke him, kid," Cynthia drawled with some sort of a random Texan accent -- or Humphrey Bogart, maybe -- that was supposed to add to the humor of her comment, but didn't really.

"He has a sore throat," Freya explained.

"Oh, no!" Katie replied. "I'll make up a plate for him and bring it down." As she started assembling food on a plate, she urged Cynthia and Freya to have breakfast. "You guys can start. I'll be right back up to pour your coffee."

"We can pour our own coffee, Katie," Freya declared.

"Speak for yourself," Cynthia muttered as she sat herself down at the table and began scooping the heavenly-smelling apple and oatmeal and pecan concoction that Katie's mom had always made for special occasions -- usually a church brunch. "But you know, Frey, if you're gonna pour yourself some coffee, I'll take a cup. Milk and sugar. Thank you."

As Katie put some tinfoil over the plate for Alex, she commented to Freya, "She's bossy, but polite."

"I'll get the coffee," Freya said.

"And I'll be right back." Katie opened the door to the stairway, then turned and looked down at Rio. "You need to stay up here. I'll be right back, okay?"

Rio sat down and barked as if he fully understood what she had just said.

"Okay. I'll bring your bed up and a couple of toys," Katie replied as if

she

understood what

he

had just said.

Rio barked again.

After Katie closed the door behind her, Cynthia said to no one in particular, "She's a lunatic. A wonderful, loving, completely off-her-rocker lunatic."

"Yeah. She's great," Freya agreed as she placed a coffee mug in front of Cynthia and then sat down opposite her at the table. "So... you proposed to Katie last night?"

Cynthia's smile brightened the room. "It seems that I did."

"Quite romantic," Freya commented. "You proposed to your girlfriend right after she had sex with my husband."

"And after

I

had sex with your husband," Cynthia added. "Don't forget that."

Freya nodded. She had been the only one that didn't have sex with her husband last night. "You're not a 'get down on one knee' kind of girl, are you?"

"At this point, it's just a formality, anyway. I mean, we live together, we've been friends forever," she took a sip of her coffee, "Katie knows I love her."

"You know, maybe it would have been nice to ask her in a more romantic setting, though."

Cynthia frowned. "Do you think so?"

Freya nodded.

"Shit," Cynthia mumbled, realizing that Freya was probably right. Katie deserved all the romance that Cynthia could give her.

"We should go out ring shopping and surprise her," Freya suggested.

Just then, Katie came back upstairs. "Poor Alex sounds terrible."

"Better him than me," Freya declared. "I'm going to get pregnant. I can't get sick."

Ignoring Freya, Cynthia said, "Frey, that thing you mentioned? Let's do that today."

"What thing?" Katie asked.

"Freya wants to find some sexy things to wear to keep Alex interested," Cynthia told Katie. "After fucking me, she's going to have a difficult time keeping him motivated." Then to Freya, she suggested, "You know, you guys could role play and you put on a blonde wig and pretend to be me."

"I better start eating, then," Freya retorted.

Cynthia smirked at her and Katie laughed, scooping out some breakfast for herself.

"Speaking of..." Katie said. "We need to get back to the gym, Cynthia."

Cynthia stood and picked up her empty plate. "Oh, Katie, I would

love

to, but Freya and I need to go shopping, like I already said."

"We can all go later," Katie replied.

"We're probably going to be out for a while."

"Can I come with you guys?" Katie asked. "I'll eat fast."

Cynthia clicked her tongue. "You should probably stay here and take care of Rio and be here in case Alex needs anything."

Katie nodded. "Yeah. And there's plenty of housework I need to do."

"Yeah. Right. Housework," Cynthia said, picking up Freya's plate. "Good idea."

Twenty-five minutes later, Cynthia and Freya were in Cynthia's car and pulling out of the driveway. "You really hate going to the gym, huh?" Freya asked.

"And housework," Cynthia added.

Freya clicked her seat belt. "So, where are we going?"

"We'll go up to the center. There are a couple of jewelers in town. Then maybe hit the mall."

"So, what's our budget?" Freya asked.

"I don't know," Cynthia answered. "They say three month's salary is the rule, but... I don't know. I mean, Katie still hasn't found a job... I'm paying half the mortgage myself..."

"Yeah." Freya nodded her head. "But they always need nurses, so she'll find something that fits her soon."

"But right now, it doesn't leave the two of us with a whole lot of extra cash."

"Well, let's look," Freya told her friend. "There's no real rush and you never know what we may find. Besides, she won't care how much you spent. You know Katie."

"Yeah." Cynthia continued to drive in silence for a couple of minutes, then she said, "Hey. So, deciding to have a baby was kind of out of the blue."

Freya sighed. "I've always known that I wanted a family -- and, of course, Alex and I talked about it -- but... I don't know... Just all of the sudden it popped into my head and just wouldn't leave." She shrugged. "Hormones? Biological clock? I just suddenly thought to myself, 'now is the time.'"

"If there's anything I can do to help, just ask."

Freya looked at Cynthia and smirked. "I'm pretty sure we won't need any help making a baby."

"Just saying."

"What could you do anyway?" Freya asked. "It's kind of a two-person job."

"I could prime Alex's pump, if you need," Cynthia offered.

Freya laughed. "Katie's right. You

are

a disgusting pig!"

"Jeepers, Frey! I'm just trying to help."

"Okay. How's this? If there ever comes a time that I can't get Alex aroused, you'll be my first call."

"Deal," Cynthia said as they pulled up to the first jeweler's.

Unfortunately, although there were a lot of beautiful rings, everything was too expensive for Cynthia's budget.

"We can walk to the next one," Freya said. "It's just a block this way."

Again, the next place had plenty of options, but even more out of Cynthia's price range.

A bit discouraged, Cynthia and Freya drove to the mall. Two more jewelry stores there and two more strikeouts. In fact, the mall stores were more expensive, even with their "exclusive 40-70% off" sales.

"So, now what?" Cynthia asked in exasperation.

"I think the first store was the best. The rings were nicer and the prices better," Freya said. "And I liked the lady there, too."

"Yeah. She seemed nice." Cynthia frowned. "But I can't afford anything good enough for Katie."

"Oh, come on!" Freya exclaimed. "

You're

good enough for Katie. And besides, you know her. You could just draw a ring on her with a ballpoint pen and she'd be thrilled."

"Hey. We could get tattoos," Cynthia mused. "What do you think about matching tattoos?"

"Katie would go for tattoos?"

"No. But remember that Valentina chick from the beach? She had tons of tattoos and piercings and Katie wanted to get her nipple pierced after seeing hers. Maybe I could talk Katie into getting a tattoo, now," Cynthia commented. "You know, if I brought up Valentina and her tattoos -- Hey, did I tell you that we saw her at the gym?"

"No," Freya replied, curious. "Did you talk to her?"

"Katie and I were in the sauna fooling around, and she came in."

"What? How were you 'fooling around' in the sauna?"

"Just kissing and stuff."

"'And stuff?'"

"And stuff," Cynthia repeated with no further explanation. "She came in and wanted to join us."

Freya just stared at Cynthia, her jaw practically on the floor.

Cynthia frowned. "And I got kind of jealous. It was an uncomfortable situation."

"You have nothing to be jealous about, Cynthia. You're gorgeous and Katie loves you."

"But she was tall and thin and exotic-looking. She's exciting, interesting..." Frustrated, Cynthia pursed her lips in a pout.

"At least you're tall," Freya quipped.

"And you're an ass."

"I'm just joking. You're all of those things." Freya told her. "You know what you guys could get for tattoos? Wedding rings."

"Wedding ring tattoos?"

"Yes! Right around your fingers. Yours could say:

Katie's Queen

and Katie's could say:

Cynthia's Bitch

!"

Cynthia laughed. "Even if I could convince Katie into getting a tattoo, I'm

positive

she would not get a bad word tattooed onto her hand. Her parents would absolutely freak out."

"And they're totally fine with their lovely daughter reaming you in the ass with a strap-on dildo?" Freya countered.

"Well, they don't know about any of that."

Freya made a look of mock astonishment and said, "Mrs. McMillan would have an absolute stroke if she ever knew about the things that Katie does in the privacy of your shared bedroom!"

Giving Freya a sly smile, Cynthia added, "And what we do in the privacy of

your

bedroom."

"I'm sure that you guys get much freakier than you do with me and Alex," Freya said. "But anyway, in

our

bedroom, freaky is taking a break. Alex and I are just going to work on getting me pregnant."

"Again, if you need me..."

"We won't need you," Freya quickly answered.

"So, what are we doing?" Cynthia asked with a sigh.

"Let's go back to the first place."

"Fine."

As they walked back into the first jewelry store that they had visited, they were greeted by Giselle, the saleswoman they had dealt with earlier. "Back again?"

Cynthia nodded sadly.

"Let me guess," Giselle said with a thick European accent. "You went to the mall, found everything overpriced, and you're back with your tails between your legs?"

Defiantly, Freya said, "Well, I wouldn't say that we're --"

"I am joking with you!" Giselle cried out. "Let me help you."

Cynthia and Freya stood across from the glass display case, pretty much at Giselle's mercy. The stout elderly woman looked at them. "You want rings?"

"Just one," Cynthia stated. "An engagement ring."

"Congratulations," Giselle bellowed. She then leaned forward -- or at least as forward as her belly and breasts would allow -- waggled her eyebrows at Cynthia and tilted her head towards Freya. "For her?" And before Cynthia could speak, Giselle continued, "She is beautiful. You both make such a lovely couple. I

love

to see young people in love. I love to see

anyone

in love. When my husband, Friedrich, started this business, we wanted to help people that were as in love as we were. And on the day that he died, we were in love tenfold."

She finally stopped for a breath and Cynthia spoke. "No. Not her."

"No?" Giselle asked, looking almost comically astonished. "Who?"

"My friend, Katie."

"Your 'friend Katie,'" Giselle said mockingly. "You don't marry a friend. She's your friend," again motioning towards Freya with her head. "Marry her, too?"

"Well --" Cynthia tried to explain, but she was cut off.

"Tell me about this 'friend Katie' -- what is your name?"

"Cynthia."

Giselle smiled, her face wrinkling in the most beautiful way. "Cynthia is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. But it is wrong name."

"Wrong name?" Cynthia arched her eyebrows.

"'Cynthia' is the moon. But look at you. You are the sun! Bright and shining. Isn't she glorious like the sun?" Giselle asked Freya, then before Freya could even answer, Giselle looked back to Cynthia and barreled on, "Your hair, your eyes, your smile -- you are the sun!"

She paused for a moment, but neither Cynthia or Freya dared to speak.

In a softer voice, that of a kindly old grandmother, Giselle said, "Cynthia, tell me about your friend, Katie." Giselle's gentle smile belied the intensity in her eyes as she watched Cynthia talk.

"She's kind of short. She has brown hair --"

Shaking her head, Giselle softly urged her, "Cynthia, no. Tell me

about

Katie."

"Oh." Cynthia licked her lips, nodding ever so slightly. "Katie's amazing. We've known each other our entire lives." Cynthia looked at Freya. "All three of us."

Giselle continued smiling at Cynthia.

Not sure what else to say, Cynthia concluded with, "Katie's perfect. She's just... She's perfect."

"Yes. You said that. Tell me about the moment you fell in love with her."

"I think I've always been in love with her," Cynthia faltered. "I don't know..."

"No. There is a moment. There is always a moment. You don't just look at someone, shrug your shoulders, and decide to be in love. Tell me about the moment."

"One day, Katie told me that she was in love with me. I mean,

in love

with me, not the way that we had always loved each other. We've always loved each other like sisters. But then she told me that she was in love with me."

Giselle patiently waited.

"I looked down at her -- she was crying -- I mean, ugly sobbing. Uncontrollable." Cynthia chuckled remembering that moment. "I looked at her, but... I don't know. I wasn't really seeing her... She was different. She wasn't the Katie that I had always known."

"You were looking at her soul. Your soul. Together," Giselle said, matter-of-factly. "Hers and yours together."

"Yeah." Cynthia nodded in realization. "I guess I was seeing... everything... and that's when I realized that I was in love with her... too."

"Show me what you want." Giselle stepped back from the display case and spread her short arms out.

"What are the prices?" Cynthia asked, looking at some of the jewelry displayed before her. "None of these have prices."

"We will talk prices later," Giselle said. "Right now, show me what you

want

."

About an hour later, Giselle had talked the girls into a purple oval cut sapphire set in a diamond halo white gold ring that Cynthia definitely could not afford. "This is the one," Giselle told the girls. "Give me your credit card."

"I can't afford this," Cynthia protested.

Giselle almost whispered, "How much do you have?"

A little embarrassed, Cynthia looked away, but told her.

Giselle held her hand out for the card. "You told me what you could spend. You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"No."

"Then you can afford this."

"But I'm sure the price --"

"Give me your card!" Giselle barked. "My store! I make the prices!"

Unreasonably terrified of Giselle's wrath, Cynthia handed her card over. Without another word from either girl, Giselle rang up the ring, put it into a tiny velvet box, placed that into a small white cardboard box, and then placed

that

into a dainty red bag with the store's logo embossed in gold on the side. She handed the bag to Cynthia. "Now, go and tell your friend Katie how much you love her

right now

. And then never stop telling her."