Chapter 4
Kathleen
It is dead quiet when I get home after my visit with mom. I feel a bit curious that Jake is not here chomping at the bit to discuss swinging with our neighbors.
I feel concerned when I find the closet open and several of Jake’s dresser drawers open. There is obviously some clothes missing and his favorite luggage case. Son of a bitch. Did he take off on a book signing gig without even telling me.
I get more concerned when I see that his laptop is missing and then I am officially worried when I call his cell and it acts like my number has been blocked. Oh shit! What happened while I was gone?
After pacing around the house for a while, I
decided to go next door and see if Riley or Freya knows anything. If they know where he went and why. I could see concern on Riley’s face when he opened the door.
“I don’t suppose you know where my wife went…do you?” Riley asked with a frown. “I was going to ask you the same question about my husband,” I answered.
Damn, they are both gone?” he asked rhetorically. “It sure looks that way. I wonder if they skipped together…and why,” I answered. “Did you ever…tell Jake about our week together?” Riley asked me curiously.
“No, I never said a word. I felt so guilty when I got home that I just let it go and determined to never let it happen again,” I told my lover that I am again desperately wanting to give myself to. “Well shit. Freya knows all about it. I told her everything after you went back home,” Riley told me.
“Do you…Do you think…she may have told him that?” I gasped in deep concern. “Well, I would think that with them both disappearing like this without saying a word, that is a very good possibility,” Riley said.
“Have you tried to contact Freya yet?” I asked. “Yeah, it acted like she blocked my number,” he told me. “Same with Jake,” I advised. “What can we do now?” I asked. “There is really nothing we can do until they call or come back home,” Riley stated.
The only thing we can do is cuddle up and take advantage of the free time,” Riley growled and then pulls me into his arms for a panty dripping kiss.
In a matter of moments Riley has me bare ass naked on his couch with his face buried in my drenched pussy. Like three years ago I am thrilled by being taken by another man. My pussy is drooling a river of pussy juice into Riley’s mouth.
My first orgasm is a tidal wave that rushes from my toes to the top of my head. I saw a kaleidoscope of color flash through my vision. Then I felt the glorious sensation of Riley’s cock spearing into my sex canal.
“Yesssssss baby…Taaaaaaaake me,” I cried out lustily while he seesaws in and out savagely. Yes, this is what I remember about Riley. Fucking me brutally like some two-bit whore.
Squap, Squap, Squap, Squap. My pussy is so dripping wet that there is a loud squelching noise
each time Riley thrusts into my sex hole. My tits are flopping up and down as he hammers into me with complete abandon.
I again have a second earth shaking orgasm just as Riley’s cock hoses a massive load of jizz deep into my vagina. My toes are curled and my body is shaking like a dog shedding water. My entire body feels electrified as Riley’s cum floods into me.
Riley and I cuddled side my side after he rolled off of me. “Do you suppose that maybe Jake and Freya are doing the same thing we are?” I asked softly. “I certainly hope so,” he answered.
Jacob
Freya and I fucked again in the shower before we dressed to go to dinner. She wrapped her legs around my waist and with my hands grasping her tight little
ass cheeks, I bounced her up and down on my crowbar stiff erection until we both had mind blowing climaxes. “Damn, I could get used to this,” I muttered as I lifted her off my cock. “You better,” she replied.
Freya dressed in a little black dress with her silky white, blonde hair in a braided pony tail hanging down her back. With her smallish breasts her plunging neckline showed off lots of her chest and small cleavage.
Heads turned when we entered the posh Swedish restaurant that I took us to dinner at. Even with her black 4-inch pump shoes, her 5 foot 4 frame looked like she was 5 foot 8 next to my 6 foot 2 body.
It has been some time since anyone noticed me walk into a restaurant even when I was with Kathleen. I got to admit that this feels thrilling.
We both ordered the Swedish Meatball dinner with rice pilaf and buttered peas. We drank Lingonberry Wine with dinner which I had never had and it was delicious. Then we had a Swedish Danish for dessert. Freya was very pleased that I took her to a restaurant with cuisine from her homeland.
Freya was giddy as I took her to a popular dance club. Being a Sundays evening, it was not as packed as it would be on a Friday or Saturday or Tuesday Ladies Nights. Still there was a reasonable number of people of various ages in the club.
I noticed while we danced that the men behind her had their eyes riveted to her ass. I finally figured out why that was when we returned to our booth and her dress bunched up while she scooted across the seat. I saw her bare ass since she had no panties on.
I smile broadly as I realize the show she has been putting on for all of the men. It makes me even more thrilled to be out with her on this date night sort of evening.
Freya and I fucked like newlyweds when we returned to our luxurious suite. In all honesty, I have felt more intimacy with Freya than I have in the last three years since Kathleen returned from that trip to New York.
Yes, we have had some tremendous sex connections over that period of time. But I have always felt disconnected from Kate. Especially with all the times I have seen her eyes closed while we had sex. I slept like a rock with Freya spooned against me that first night together.