Quite a Wet Fuck

Welcome! This is the twelfth 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 at the very start with the first series, click here: The First Blowjob

Enjoy!

Love, Frey

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"I wouldn't even give it a four," Alex said sitting on the bed in their room at The Nido de Amor.

"Let me get this straight. On a five-star rating system, you wouldn't even give it a four?" Freya exclaimed. "It was totally five stars. It featured me!"

"Well, just you being you does make everything extra hot."

"So, then you would give our having sex on a plane the full five stars?"

"Well, no... You were hot, but the whole situation was just... Too contrived... Too rushed... It -- it simply wasn't hot enough."

Freya crossed her arms in defiance. "So, what exactly is hot enough?"

"At least a four-and-a-half," Alex answered.

"No, dummy! Not the rating. What situation is hot enough?" She stared at him. "At least we can both agree that I'm undeniably hot."

"Without question."

"So, what situation can we put me in that would rate a five-star vote from you?"

Alex rolled his eyes, and despite his better judgment, he still felt compelled to ask, "Do you really want to do this?"

She just stood there.

"Okay." Alex shrugged. "So... I guess we would need something where you don't just dive right into sex. I mean, as much as I enjoy a morning blowjob, waking up with my dick in your mouth... That time we accidentally had anal sex --"

"I'm doubting that it was really 'accidental,' Alex," Freya interjected.

"It was! Honest!"

"Um-hum," Freya mumbled dismissively. "But back to the point, does having sex with me bore you? Does it get tiresome?" Freya almost shouted at him. "Are you sick of me sucking your cock? Do you want less blowjobs?"

"No. No. I love all the sexy stuff you do. It's just... You know, there could be a little more romance. Some more foreplay. A little more build up to the sex."

"More foreplay?" Freya walked over to him and bent down so their noses were touching. She whispered, "So, if I said I want to suck your dick right now, you'd say, 'no thanks, maybe later?'"

Alex tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry.

"If I ripped off my clothes, got down on the floor on all fours -- right this very minute -- and begged you to cum in my ass, you'd take a raincheck?"

Freya stood up tall in front of him. "If I said that I wanted to ride you like a bucking fucking bronco all night long until you begged me to stop, you'd tell me that you have a headache? Maybe some other day?"

Alex truly wished that he could go back in time and rate their lame attempt at sex in an airplane bathroom the full five stars, but it was too late for that, now.

"Alex... My dear, dear husband... Are you saying that I'm just too much woman for you to handle?"

This had gone on long enough, so Alex desperately tried to think of an easy way out. Then it came to him. He simply had to apologize. Not offer an alternative. Not give her some kind of solution. Definitely not keep talking!

He stood up and carefully put his arms around her and looked directly into her eyes. "I'm sorry for giving it a rating of less than five stars." She still felt rigid in his embrace, so he added, "You're the world to me and I don't want you to ever stop being you." He could see in her eyes that he had successfully defused her. He felt her calming down in his arms.

She put her own arms around his waist. "I love you, even when you're boring."

"And I love you, especially when you're exciting."

"I'm sorry," Freya told him. "You're right. It wasn't that great."

Alex wisely said nothing and just held her.

She held him back and asked, "But it was kind of fun, right?"

"Looking back on it, yes," Alex agreed. "While it was happening...? Hmm..."

Changing the subject, Freya said, "I'm starved."

"Yeah. We can ask at the front desk what's around and good," Alex suggested.

Freya traced a finger lightly across his chest. "I'd kind of rather stay in. We can give the romance thing a try... Like when we were first dating. And we do have to make up for the plane disaster, you know..."

"So, you admit that it was a disaster?" Alex asked. Freya looked at him and he immediately regretted his snide comment. "I'll order room service," he said.

"And I need to freshen up a bit," Freya started towards the bathroom. "I have your dried jizz all over my pubes."

"Well, isn't that a lovely image?" Alex commented.

"It's yours," she replied. "It's not my fault that you have such terrible aim."

"Okay. We've beaten the airplane sex thing to death, let's move on. In fact, I'd be fine if we never mentioned it again." Alex picked up the room phone. "Go wash up."

"Order something yummy," Freya told him as she closed the bathroom door.

When she came out about fifteen minutes later, Alex had closed the shades and dimmed all of the tiny lights festooned across the vaulted ceiling. In the dim light, everything took on a magical glow. Alex stood up and took her hand, He led her to the large bed that was the centerpiece of the room.

"Room service will still be another half-hour or so," he told her. "But I wanted you to see something."

They both laid down on the bed and gazed at the ceiling. The lights sparkled in the gloom like stars on a clear summer night. Freya knew that there were probably a few hundred, but staring up at them, it felt like there were millions.

"Wow," she breathed.

Beside her, Alex gave a slight nod. "If you really look at them, you can start to see outlines and patterns in the jumble," he said. "Like over there, it almost looks like a duck."

"I don't see it -- oh, wait..." Freya smiled. "It looks more like a chicken."

"Well, there are so many of them and they look so small, that they almost twinkle in and out. The pictures start to shift and morph."

"Yeah! I can see it." Freya marveled at the miniature galaxy spread out above them. "I wonder if this is how people named the constellations?"

"Probably," Alex replied. "I think it's called 'paradolia' or something... No... I think that's seeing faces in things... It's something like that, though..." After a minute or so, he added, "People want to see patterns in things... I guess it makes them feel secure in a totally random world."

"You know what makes me feel secure in this totally random world?" Freya rolled onto her side to face him. "You, Alex."

He smiled at her.

"I know that I can be crazy and a handful, but I need you. You're always secure and no matter how crazy things get, I know that I can always count on you." Freya's eyes started to mist up a little. "I want you to know that."

Alex took her hand. "I do know that. And you're perfect for me. You make my life so much more interesting than I ever could have imagined."

"Yeah," Freya muttered sheepishly, "Sorry about that."

"No. I wouldn't want it any other way," Alex insisted. "You live life with so much passion. Everything you do is with such love and excitement. And it spills over to everyone around you. You've made my life so much more exciting. Every day is an adventure -- even if we just spend it lounging around the house. And I'm sure Cyn and Katie feel the same way. You guys have been best friends forever and you're the reason."

Freya held her husband even closer and buried her face in his shoulder.

"When we first started dating, Katie still hadn't come out, Cyn was simply one-third of the threesome -- no pun intended! -- but you were the one holding everything together. You're the brilliant light in everyone's life."

By now, Freya was silently crying against Alex.

Quietly, he said, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"You make me so happy, Alex." Freya dried her eyes a bit. "I just hope that I can make you as happy as you make me."

"You do."

Freya smiled. "It's almost boring how perfect we are for each other."

"Yeah," Alex rolled his eyes. "So boring."

Freya laughed and a little snot bubble formed in her right nostril.

"Gross!" Alex yelled while Freya, still laughing, wiped it with the back of her hand.

"I'll be right back." She hopped off the bed holding her right hand up and ran to the bathroom. Washing her hands, she heard Alex at the door.

"Dinner has arrived," he announced as she dried her hands on the stark white and overly-fluffy hand towel that matched the complimentary robe she was wearing. Deciding that it was unnecessary -- and, of course, not wanting to stain it with whatever dinner Alex had ordered -- Freya took it off and hung it on the wall hook behind the door.

"Okay," she called back, then peeked out into the room to be sure Alex was alone again.

"Is this another one of your 'Crazy Freya' moments?" Alex asked as she walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing at all.

"Well, I figured that since we're alone... And if your mother has her wish, this could be the last weekend that we spend alone before I'm pushing out her grandchildren, so... Why not enjoy it?" Freya walked over to Alex, put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. "What did you get us for dinner?"

"Whoa, hang on," Alex said. "Do you want children? I thought we were waiting a bit more."

"No. We're waiting," Freya reassured him. "I was just joking. No need to get all jumpy."

"I'm not all jumpy, I just thought that we were waiting until your career was underway and I got a bit more settled into the ownership of my dad's store..." Alex relaxed a little. "Sorry. My mom has me a little on edge. I know she wants grandkids and doesn't want to pressure us, but I'm still feeling the pressure. Sorry."

Freya gave him another kiss. "Don't worry. We're not making babies this weekend." She looked deep into his eyes. "Trust me, I'll let you know when I want a baby."

Alex thought he saw something in her gaze. "And it'll be our decision, though... Right?"

Freya smiled. "Of course, darling. Now, let's just enjoy..." She looked over at the trays on the table, "Whatever dinner is."

"I asked for something 'authentically local' and this was recommended." They walked over to the table. "This is shrimp with raspberry sauce and these are what they call conkies. They're like dumplings made with pumpkin and nutmeg and stuff cooked in banana leaves."

Freya carefully picked one up, unwrapping the outer leaf. "They look like tamales." She took a small bite. "But they taste kind of like pumpkin pie!" She took another bite. "They're delicious! Here, try it." She held one out for him and he took a bite.

While he was chewing the conkie, Freya asked him, "Hey, do you really need all these clothes?" She tugged at his shirt. "Why don't you 'get more comfortable' and we can climb into bed and I'll feed you dinner?"

Alex didn't have to be asked twice. He kicked his sneakers off, pulled his shirt up and over his head, and while Freya lightly licked his left nipple, he dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor.

"Socks, too," Freya told him and moved to the bed. As she climbed under the sheets, Alex pulled his socks off while he admired her ass -- as he did whenever he got the chance. Freya turned and caught him staring. She also noticed that his dick was starting to grow. She was starving, so she decided to redirect his attention, and told him to bring the room service tray over to the table by the bed.

As he placed it on the small, wicker table, he looked at his wife sitting naked in the middle of a tropical paradise just waiting for him. The black satin sheets pooled around her waist was a beautifully stark contrast to her pale, flawless skin, which in turn accentuated the deep auburn red of her hair. Alex felt that headrush-like swoon that he had always felt around her when they first started dating. It seemed so long ago, but that dizzy feeling brought him right back to the very first moment he saw her when she walked into his family's hardware store.

She was beautiful then, but that young Freya paled in comparison to the Freya that he knew now. What he didn't know on that day, was that all of the beauty that she possessed was inside of her. Alex had thought that she looked stunning -- the most wondrous woman he had ever seen -- but he had since learned that she just had an amazing way of letting it shine from her smile and her eyes and the way that she walked and how her hands moved so gracefully...

In the years since they first met, Alex often wondered if anyone -- himself included -- even knew what Freya actually looked like in real life. He believed that all anyone ever saw when they looked at her was the alluring splendor of who she was outshining her mere physical appearance.

"Hey, stud," Freya said leaning forward and giving his cock a little tug, "You're standing there staring at my tits and your weenie is fading fast." She smiled and pushed her arms together squeezing her boobs between them. "Don't you find me attractive anymore?" He looked deep into her eyes. She tilted her head to the side and batted her eyelashes at him.

Alex met her gaze and smiled as he felt the blood rushing back into his cock.

Freya looked down. "That's better," she commented as she pulled the sheets aside and patted the bed. "But dinner first."

Alex climbed into bed next to her and held her hand.

"What were you thinking about?" Freya asked him.

"Just how beautiful you are."

She smiled, but she was used to his delusional compliments. "There was more. There was something else," she prodded.

"I was just thinking about the first moment that I saw you."

"You were so cute," she told him.

"And you were stunning."

"I feel like it was so long ago..." Freya mused. "So much has happened in such a short time."

"Yeah," Alex agreed, then sighed. "It's just so strange to realize that there was one single moment -- a split second, really -- in my life that changed everything."

Freya lowered her eyes, slightly embarrassed at the compliment. And looked even more beautiful.

"As it was happening, I knew that it was the moment that my life was changing. The instant I saw you, I knew that nothing would ever be the same for me again." Now, his eyes were getting misty. "It's just so weird to think about it. That's all. What if you had gone somewhere else for paint? What if I wasn't in on that day? What if I was helping someone else or in the back room and never even saw you?"

Teasingly, Freya added, "What if Katie had walked into your life instead? Then I'd be at home all alone, while my best friend was sitting in bed with you in Barbados."

"But it was you."

"Almost like it was meant to be. This old universe wanted us together." Freya kissed his cheek, then whispered into his ear, "Now, feed me before I faint from hunger."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Freya felt she wasn't old enough to be a "ma'am," but let it slide.

Alex plucked a shrimp from the plate and held it out for Freya who took a big bite. "Oh!" she exclaimed, still chewing, "It tastes amazing!" She took one and fed it to Alex, and before long, the plate was empty.

"Who would have thought raspberries would go with seafood?" Freya asked. "And olives and cantaloupe..."

Alex licked his fingers and shrugged. "It was very tropical tasting, that's for sure. And the conkies were so good!"

"Mmmm..." Freya smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And what do we have for dessert?"

Obliviously, Alex reached for the other plate and told her, "spiced fruit and honey."

Clearly, Freya needed to be a little more obvious, but the spiced fruit did sound intriguing, so she put her sexy thoughts on the back burner. Little did she know that Alex had his sexy thoughts front and center. He dipped a strawberry into the honey and brought it to Freya's breast. He heard her suck in a short breath as her areola began to pucker in anticipation. Alex ever so lightly touched the fruit to her erect nipple coating just the tip of it with a tiny drop of honey. It clung to her dimpled skin, almost as red as the berry itself, begging Alex to lick it off.

Instead, he straightened up and offered the honey-coated strawberry to his wife. As she chewed it, eyes closed and reveling in the sweet and spicy mixture on her tongue, Alex bent back down and savored the same taste on her breast. Freya softly moaned. As her body swayed slightly with the two complimentary sensations, Alex wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her.

He felt the smooth skin of her waist gently flaring out to her perfect hips, warm under his fingers.

Soft and inviting.

Under the cool bedsheets, he felt his dick throb with the memories of the countless times his hands had held her while they fucked. Sensing that he was about to let her nipple go, Freya placed a hand on the back of his head, not yet ready to give up the feeling of his lips on her sensitive skin. She wanted to beg him to fuck her. She wanted to plead with every fiber in her being. But she knew that he wanted more from her, and with everything that he had done for her, she could wait for him and just enjoy the foreplay along the way.

They were young and had plenty of time to explore everything that their relationship could offer.

Freya took her hand off of him. He released her nipple with a tiny kiss and sat back up. Freya picked up a small cherry, dipped it in the honey, and gently touched her other nipple with it. She smiled at Alex as she popped it into her mouth. He gave her that tiny smile that had simply slayed her when they first met, and bent down to suckle on her left nipple, tasting the spices and honey she had left there for him.

She closed her eyes and the world disappeared. Everything became just the two of them together. She thought about all the times that they had spent in each others' embrace -- and not just making love. Walking in the park arm-in-arm, watching a movie, sipping coffee with one of her hands on his knee, every time they touched was pure magic. They had shared so many firsts and she knew that they had so many still to come.

"Oh, Alex," she sighed. "You're making my nipples tingle."

Alex sat back up. "My mouth is tingling."

Freya opened her eyes and looked at him. "So isn't mine."

Then they both had the same thought.

"Do you think the spices in the honey are causing it?" Freya asked.

"Maybe," Alex wondered.

"Is it dangerous? I mean, it's not an allergic reaction or anything, is it?"

Alex shook his head. "I don't think so. I'm not allergic to anything that I know of."

"Neither am I."

"The woman that I spoke with said the spices were cinnamon, clove, nutmeg... And something else... Ginger or allspice, I think. I wasn't really paying that much attention..." Alex gestured towards Freya's naked body.

"Well, I've cooked with all of those at some point, and neither of us have died..." Freya gave Alex an evil half-grin. "Let's live dangerously." She dipped a finger into the honey, flipped the sheet off of her lap, leaned back against the pillows, and sensuously dragged her finger across her light red pubic hair.

"Wanna taste a little more honey?"

Alex dove at her and she giggled as his mouth tickled the very top of her pussy. She stretched her arms above her head and groaned as she felt her own honey start to flow.