Chapter 3
Jacob
For once I am out of bed before Kathleen Sunday morning. Since I did not get back up to do more writing like I usually do when Kate goes to sleep, I feel bright eyed and bushy tailed today as the saying goes.
Oh course some of that is due to the very lustful dreams I had last night concerning our sexy Swedish Neighbor. And I could tell by the way that Riley was eye fucking Kate last night that it probably won’t take much to get Kate to swing with him.
I had a whole series of dreams last night about Freya.
Dreams of sucking on her lovely cone shaped tits.
Dreams of eating her smooth bare pussy. Dreams of being balls deep in her tight little pussy.
Yeah, there is no way on earth I would ever turn down an opportunity to have sex with this delicious Swedish maiden.
I am so keyed up that I already have several waffles made, keeping warm in the oven, when Kate comes sleepily wandering into the kitchen. “Oh my lord! What’s the special occasion. It has been a long time since you cooked breakfast for me,” Kate purred.
“I just had such a great night’s sleep that I thought I’d do something nice for you,” I told Kate. “You were dreaming of that sexy Swedish gal next door all night…Hugh?” she replied. “You know me so well. I hope you’re not mad at me about that,” I said sheepishly.
“Let me grab some coffee and we can talk about what was offered last night,” Kate told me wiping the
sleep from her eyes with a wet paper towel. “Oh heavens no. We are going to enjoy these wonderful waffles with maple syrup first. Then we can talk all day if you like,” I informed her.
By the smile on her face while she ate breakfast, I could tell that she was enjoying the waffles and the fact that I had taken the effort to do this for her.
“I guess you are pretty enamored with the idea of swapping with our new neighbors to do all this,” Kate conjectured while she took our used plates to the sink.
“Oh hell no. I did this just for you since it has been so long since I showed you how much I care for you,” I told her. “But yes, I want to have a conversation about what was discussed last night at dinner,” I added.
“Look, I need to go visit my mom at the assisted living center today. We can talk about all that after I get back,” Kate announced as if I should have already known her plans even though I have been home less than 48 hours. “Whatever you say,” I stated in a tone that conveyed my annoyance.
Before she could respond, I left the kitchen and went directly to the den and closed my door. Several minutes later there was a soft knock on my door. “I’m busy writing right now,” I called to her although I am not presently writing.
“Look, I know that you are excited about what was discussed last night. I promise you we can talk about it this evening,” she called through the door. “I’ll be home in time to cook dinner,” she told me. Then I heard her going to the bedroom to shower and get dressed.
I did not respond in any manner when she called through the door that she was leaving.
I am pissed that this is the way it always is with us.
Anything we do is always on her timetable and her convenience.
Pretty much they only time I get to do things my way is when I am on the road. And of course when I am writing.
I was in the kitchen cleaning up the kitchen and putting the dishes in the dishwasher when there was a knock on the back door about 45 minutes after Kate left the house.
“I am pleasantly surprised when I open the door to find Freya standing there in a tiny little micro bikini. I thought it was time that we spend some time together,” she stated as she stepped past me into the house.
“After all this time it is our turn to have each
other,” she told me. “After all this time? What does that mean?” I asked curiously. “Uh-Oh, she never told you did she?” Freya said as she took a step back. “Told me what?” I inquired.
“Do you remember three years ago about this time that you wife took a trip to New York?” She asked me softly. “Yeah, I remember that. And I remember that she was not quite herself for some time after that,” I told her.
“Well, your wife had a week long tryst with my husband the entire time she was in New York,” Freya announced. It was so quiet after that you could have heard a pin drop. “I take it that’s news to you,” she added softly.
“And here I thought that she fucked my brains out the entire week afterward because she missed me,” I hiss grumpily. “All these years in June when she got frisky it was about remembering him instead about when she and I made up over a tiff,” I added.
I could see concern in Freya’s eyes as I turned my attention back to her. “Now I understand why they were eye fucking each other all last night,” I growled.
“There is only one way we can make this right,” Freya announced after giving me a comforting hug. “Go pack five days’ worth of clothes. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” she told me and then kissed my cheek.
Not knowing what she had in mind, I packed some casual clothes. I packed one suit and tie with my dress shoes and a dress shirt. I packed some gym shorts and tank tops and a swim suit. That should cover any possibility.
Freya was still wearing her white micro bikini but has a flower print wrap skirt cinched around her waist. Her 4-inch platform sandals made her 5 foot 4 frame look like 5 foot 8. She looks breathtaking.
“We’ll take my car,” she announced. “I have already made reservations for us in downtown Seattle,” she informed me. I must admit that it felt weird being just a passenger in her Audi R8 Gt sports car.
There was valet parking when Freya brought us to the swankiest hotel in all of Seattle. There was a porter who took charge of our luggage and had it taken up to the penthouse suite before we even checked in.
“Wow, you must have had some connections to
get this set up in such a short period of time,” I surmised as I looked around the luxury suite. “When you move from one publishing house to another publishing house the new publisher can make a lot of things happen in a hurry,” she told me.
“Publishing house? You mean…you’re a writer too?” I gasped. “Yes siree. I am very well known in the Children’s Books circle,” she told me proudly. “Wow…that’s just…wow,” I gasped.
We barely had the door closed when her tiny white bikini top came off.
“I hope you don’t hate my small little tits,” she said timidly.
“Oh hell no! Those are the sexiest little titties I have ever seen,” I told her as I stared at her lily white cone shaped tits that have the most extraordinary pink puffy nipples and areolas that I have ever seen.
“I could suck on those till my lips turn blue,” I added.
That earned me a giggle when I said that. “Get undressed Jake. I want to fuck you right now,” she told me as she unwrapped the skirt and if fell off to the floor. I had my polo shirt and sandals off when she wiggled out of her miniscule bikini bottom.
“Oh Freya, look at you,” I gasped as my eyes raked up and down he breathtaking slender petite naked body. At 29 years old she could easily pass for ten years younger.
“You are spectacular,” I told her while I removed my slacks and bikini brief underwear. “Wow, you look pretty hot too,” she responded her eyes trained on my erect 9-inch cock throbbing against my lower belly.
Freya was light as a feather when I lifted her up to carry her to the bed. I was pleased that her tight pussy was juicy wet when I shoved my face between her thighs. “Oh Jaaaaaaaake…Yesssssss,” Freya moaned in a voice way to husky for her petite little body.
My dick is so hard it could cut glass as I finger her g-spot and sucked on her marble size clit. I am ecstatic when her body writhes jerkily on the bed while she has her first orgasm.
I wait until she has settled back on the bed and then slowly fed my fat cock into her insanely tight vagina. “Oh Yessssss-Oh Yessssss,” she moans in the husky tone again.
I take my sweet time this first time with her. I want to make this last every second that I can make possible. Lifted up, my brain is memorizing what she looks like pinned on the bed beneath me.
I cannot remember ever feeling this aroused before or my cock feeling this fucking hard. I am thrilled as I watch my cock spear into her over and over. I am ecstatic at the euphoric expression on Freya’s face while I pound into her.
It was almost at the ten minute mark that her eyes rolled back into her head and she had her second orgasm rush through her like a tsunami. I shoved as far in as I could reach and exploded into the most massive climax I have ever had.