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Chapter 13 - "Dinner With Friends"

"Thank you for last night," Freya purred into Alex's ear as she casually stroked his dick.

"Mmm," Alex muttered, still half-asleep. "Sex again?"

Freya wrapped her fingers around him and continued to slowly pump away. "No. I just want to give your troops a little wakeup call. They'll get their marching orders again tonight and I want to make sure they're ready."

"I'll be ready," Alex assured her.

"Oh. I don't care about you. I mean, I know that you'll be ready. I just want your balls to keep producing lots and lots of strong, healthy, robust sperm cells."

Sarcastically, Alex said, "You make it sound so sexy."

"Was last night sexy?"

"You sitting on my face while sucking my dick, and then at the last minute jumping on me so that I could come inside you? Yes. Yes. It was very sexy."

"Okay. Then I would appreciate you not questioning my methods. This'll work."

"My cock will be at your beck and call, miss."

"Good." Freya let go of his dick, much to Alex's dismay. "I figure that if you give me a constant supply of sperm, then that would give me the best chance of conceiving."

"Sexy."

"Hey! You get to fuck me daily. Don't complain."

"I was getting sex pretty much daily before. Sometimes a couple of times a day. There's no difference."

"The difference now is that you're going to give me the greatest gift you ever could." Freya laid her head on Alex's chest and sighed. "I'm going to have a baby."

"I can't wait," Alex said.

"Really?"

"What? Of course! I know this is something that you really want. How could I not be excited about it? We're going to have a family. You're the best wife I could ever ask for. We have so much love between us and now we're going to have even more love."

"You're sweet."

"And you're sexy."

"Until I become a big fat blimp."

"I'll still love you."

"You better," Freya demanded as she rolled out of bed. "I'll get breakfast ready."

"You're the best."

"I know."

Alex watched as his wife pulled a long nightshirt on, blew him a kiss, and left the bedroom. He had to get up and shower and get into work. Alex knew that it was going to be a long day starting off with an unsatisfied raging erection and knowing that his wife would be waiting for him to get home so that he could make love to her certainly wouldn't make his day any easier. 'Things could be worse,' he thought as he stood up and stared down at his lonely boner. It would eventually go down. Maybe a cold shower would help.

Ten minutes later, Freya placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of him at the kitchen table. "Here you go, honey. Healthy. We have to keep your strength up."

Alex smiled weakly.

Freya put her hands on her hips. "Don't be like that!" She chastised. "We couldn't have sex this morning. You need time to make more sperm."

"But the teasing is torture."

"I'm not being a tease. I'm just making sure that the factory is working at full capacity."

"Yeah," Alex sighed. "Sorry."

"I know that it's frustrating, but you can do this. We need to keep your sperm production up. And eating well, getting plenty of rest, and keeping you," Freya turned around and shook her butt at him, "interested and focused, will help all of that."

"Oh, I'm interested," Alex insisted. "And focused."

Freya turned to show him her profile and lightly patted her currently-flat tummy. "Keep your eyes on the prize."

"I am." Alex raised one hand. "Honest. I have my eyes firmly on the prize."

"The spirit is willing -- I know that -- but we can't have your baby makers asleep on the job. They need to be working and producing all the time."

Alex smirked. "You certainly got them working and producing this morning."

"Good. And be sure to think about sexy me all day at work."

"I will. I definitely will."

"In a few hours, do you want me to come in just to kind of jump start your imagination again for you?"

Thinking of how Sully would react to that, Alex quickly shook his head. "No. I'll be fine."

"I could probably send Katie in?" Freya teased. "She likes to do silly things like innocently entice her best friend's husband."

"Oh, I'll be fine."

"Cynthia?"

Sully would lose his mind over Cynthia showing up just to sexually tease Alex. "No. No. Trust me. My balls will be working overtime. Just for you."

"Good." Freya sat down at the table. "You know, a year from right now, we could be sitting here with a baby."

"We could."

Freya smiled and looked at her husband. "I can't wait."

Alex stood up and kissed the top of his wife's head. "And neither can I."

"Keep those balls manufacturing all of that baby juice," Freya told him as he put his bowl and spoon into the sink.

"I will!"

After Alex brushed his teeth and grabbed a couple of things, he was ready to head out. Freya walked him to the door. "When will you be home?"

Thinking about yesterday, Alex asked, "I'm not sure. When would you like me home?"

"Ha. As soon as you can get here." Freya placed one of Alex's hands on her flat tummy. "The sooner the better."

"I'll try to be home by 4:00. I'll call you when I'm leaving."

Freya pulled him close. "I can't wait," she whispered.

"Neither can I." Alex wasn't sure if they were talking about tonight or if they were still talking about having a baby. But it didn't really matter because he couldn't wait for either one.

She watched him pull out of the driveway, then went back into the kitchen. Freya sat at the table thinking about being pregnant. And as these thoughts had been doing recently, they began to turn her on. Alex couldn't masturbate and waste any of his precious cum, but there was no reason why she couldn't relieve herself. She finished her coffee, put the mug into the sink, and went to take a long and relaxing shower.

While in the shower pleasuring herself, Freya got an idea.

An awful idea.

Freya got a wonderful, awful, and incredibly sexy idea.

After she was done in the shower, she quickly dressed, took Rio out, and called Alex at the store.

"Alex, we're going out for dinner tonight," she said when he answered.

"Sure. Anything you'd like."

"I love how you just go along with whatever I say. You're a good husband."

"With a beautiful wife like you, it comes naturally."

"You're sweet. So anyway, hurry home tonight and then get ready quickly. We're meeting some friends for a 6:00 reservation."

Curious, Alex asked, "Who?"

"Just... a couple of old friends of mine."

"All right," Alex replied. He knew better than to argue with something that she was clearly being cagey about. It wasn't worth it. And he would meet the friends soon enough. Maybe high school friends that were in town for the weekend. Whoever it was didn't really matter. Alex was much more focused on what would happen after dinner than dinner itself. "I'll come straight home and get ready. How dressy is it?"

"Casual, but nice."

"Okay. Whatever you want."

"You're a good husband."

"The best."

After she hung up the phone, Freya went upstairs.

"Hey, Katie?" Freya asked as she walked into Cynthia and Katie's apartment. The door was an inside door and the girls never kept it locked.

"Yeah?"

"You guys want to go out for dinner tonight?"

"Sure," Katie replied. "Cynthia's in the shower, but we don't have to ask her about anything food-related."

Freya smiled. "Definitely not."

"Do you want anything? Breakfast? Something to drink?"

"No. I'm good. But I had a favor to ask you."

"What?"

"Will you let Cynthia dress you up for dinner?"

Katie frowned. "Really?"

"Well, I was thinking we could all go to La Fille Rondelette and that's a little fancy, so you could dress up a little and not seem too out of place." Freya also chose this restaurant because they had unisex bathrooms. Unisex bathrooms big enough for a little naughtiness.

"Yeah, but she's going to dress me all up like a prostitute," Katie complained. "It's not very comfortable."

"Well, I want to tease Alex and keep his body producing sperm."

"So you'll be whoring me out to keep your husband revved up?"

"Katie!"

"What? That's what you're going to do."

"I'm shocked at your use of foul language."

"Well, that's what you're asking, right?"

Freya realized how it sounded. "Yeah. Sorry."

"No. It's okay." Katie gave Freya a hug. "It'll help you, so I'm fine with it." She rolled her eyes. "And Cynthia will certainly love it."

"Oh, boy, will she ever. You're going to have your hands full with her," Freya declared. "Between going out for French food and you dressed up all sexy, Cynthia will be rearing to go by the time you guys get home. She'll probably attack you right here in the kitchen."

Katie blushed a little. "You don't have to convince me, Freya. I already said that I'd do it."

"You little minx!" Freya smiled at her friend. "But thank you."

"Anything to help."

"Does Cynthia know just how lucky she is?"

Blushing even more, Katie replied, "I'm the lucky one."

"Meet us there at 6:00. I want it to be a bit of a surprise for Alex."

"You're evil."

"A little bit." Freya opened the door to the stairs. "You guys are great. Thanks again."

"You know that you just made Cynthia's day?" Katie closed the door behind Freya and heard the shower turn off. "Cynthia?" She called down the short hall.

Cynthia poked her head out of the bathroom doorway. "Yeah?"

"I have a surprise for you."

"Let me dry off -- unless you want me wet?" she offered with a grin.

"We're not having sex, you pervert."

"Oh," sighed Cynthia in disappointment.

"But it's still a really good surprise."

"What is it?" Cynthia asked, wrapping a towel around herself.

Katie met her in the hallway. "We're going out to eat for dinner."

"Can we go to La Fille Rondelette?"

Coyly, Katie answered, "Well... maybe. We'll see. But only if you're good today."

"Why? What's happening today?"

"We're going to clean the house and then you get to dress me up anyway you want to for dinner."

"Seriously?"

Katie nodded. "Yes."

"Can we go shopping for sexy stuff?"

"No. We have more than enough here for you to doll me up in," Katie told Cynthia as they both went into the bedroom.

"Fine," Cynthia said, unwrapping her naked body and tossing the towel onto the bed. Katie's heart fluttered a little as she gazed at her fiance's breasts. Cynthia smirked. "Are you sure that I couldn't interest you in a little fooling around?" To punctuate her question, she shook her shoulders causing her voluminous tits to sway enticingly.

"Maybe tonight when we get home. If you behave."

"You're a real twat sometimes."

"You'd better be good to me or you'll be getting nothing tonight."

"Bullshit. You can't resist me."

Katie picked up the damp towel. Cynthia was right. Katie could never resist Cynthia. "Get dressed. We're cleaning the house."

Cynthia moaned.

"And then you can dress me up."

"Makeup, too?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Do you know how much I love you, Katie-bear?"

"Not nearly enough. I'll hang this up to dry, then I'll be in the kitchen to start cleaning. You can start with the vacuuming."

"Aye, aye, cap'n!" Cynthia replied with a curt salute.

A couple of hours later, the girls were done cleaning. It wasn't a large apartment and it was just the two of them. Cynthia wasn't the neatest, but Katie always kept up with the daily housework for the both of them.

"Thank you for helping," Katie said with a quick peck on Cynthia's cheek.

"No problem. Let's have lunch." With that, Cynthia sat down at the kitchen table to wait for Katie to serve her lunch.

"We're not having lunch. It's too late. We have to meet Freya and Alex at 6:00 for dinner."

"Oh. It's not just the two of us?"

"No. Freya wants me to help get Alex in the mood."

"Seriously?" Cynthia scoffed. "We've all seen Freya. That boy does not need you to help him get in the mood."

"Thanks. That wasn't too insulting."

"I mean, I'll bet she just bats her eyelashes at him and he's rock hard."

"Well, she wants me to look sexy for him tonight."

"And me?"

"I'll look sexy for you, too," Katie replied. "And if you play your cards right," she blinked at Cynthia a few times trying awkwardly to bat her eyelashes, "you just might get lucky tonight."

"No. Freya wanted me to get dressed up, too, right?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Cynthia eyed Katie suspiciously. "She didn't mention me getting dressed up?"

"You -- you were in the shower when she came up," Katie stammered. "I -- I'm sure she meant us both."

"Yeah." Cynthia nodded in agreement. "I mean, I'm the sexy one of us two."

"You are. You're the sexy one," Katie said with a soothing voice and some earnest head nods. "Besides, both of us dressed up certainly can't hurt."

"Oh! Look who's being insulting now!"

"You know what I meant."

Cynthia smiled. "I'll forgive you if we have sex right now."

"We're not having sex. We have to start getting ready. You're going to take a while."

"Again with the insults? Okay. Just for that, you need to sex me up. Right now."

"No. Tonight."

"Now and tonight," Cynthia offered.

"Only tonight and that might get cancelled with the way you're behaving."

"Sex now. And that's my final offer." Cynthia figured she could easily coerce Katie into having sex later, too. She could almost always talk Katie into having sex with her.

But not this time.

Firmly, Katie replied, "No."

"Don't make me whip my tits out," Cynthia warned.

"It wouldn't matter. No sex now."

"You don't find me sexy anymore."

"You're the sexiest, most beautiful, bodacious woman that I've ever known. But we have to start getting ready. Freya needs us."

"Oh," nodded Cynthia. "We're like sexy superheroes. Whenever there's a limp dick that's in need of erecting, we'll be there. Whenever a dyke beaver needs a good licking, we'll be there. Whenever --"

"If I give you a cookie, will you stop?"

Cynthia grinned. "Yes!"

"Okay. One cookie. Then we have to get ready."

"Aye, aye again, cap'n!" Cynthia replied with another salute.

They spent the next couple of hours doing each other's hair and makeup and choosing just the right outfits to rile up Alex. And, of course, arguing about everything and arguing about nothing at all.

Cynthia and Katie were waiting by the Maitre D' podium of the restaurant as Alex and Freya walked in.

"These are the old friends we're meeting?" Alex asked.

"Yes." Freya smiled. "My oldest friends."

And then Alex took a better look at Cynthia and Katie.

Especially Katie.

She was truly a vision.

Her brown hair pulled into two high pigtails, Katie's sparkling eyes outlined with soft bronze eyeshadow -- that she applied herself because Cynthia kept messing it up -- her lips a red that was so deep, it looked almost black in the dim light of the restaurant foyer. As his eyes traveled down her slender neck, Alex could just barely make out the dark shading of her nipple piercings as they pressed against the crisp white blouse. A button-down blouse that wasn't even buttoned, only held together by being tied just below her braless breasts. Her bare waist flared ever so slightly to her slim hips, hips wearing a very low and very short plaid skirt. Toned and silky-smooth legs, naked all the way down to a tiny pair of white ankle socks and shiny patent leather shoes.

Alex blinked in awe, then turned to his wife.

"There's that thing that I need you to look at. Right now."

"I'll look at it when we get home." Freya's delightfully tinkling laughter drifted across the restaurant, turning every man's head -- and causing more than a couple of perturbed dining partners to frown disdainfully.

"What about me?" Cynthia asked Alex as she struck a modest -- for her -- pose.

Alex dared not look, but simply couldn't resist.

In the dim light, Cynthia glowed. Katie had done absolutely everything to accentuate each and every luscious curve of Cynthia's body. Her hair and makeup had been done in such a way that she almost looked like nothing had been done at all. But Alex knew that as gloriously bright as Cynthia naturally was, this evening, she was simply beyond radiant. It was almost too much. It was like staring into the sun.

"You're really trying to kill me, aren't you?" Alex quietly moaned to no one in particular.

Appropriately flattered and validated, Cynthia smiled. "Let's eat," she announced.

While they ate, the three girls constantly fawned over Alex, teasing him, taunting him, and just generally enjoying having some innocent sexual fun with their friend. Alex, for his part, was doing his best to stay in control and to keep the conversation flowing. And to keep the conversation flowing away from anything even remotely sexual.

Unfortunately, the tipping point came when Freya reached a hand under the table and began to slide it up and down the length of the large bulge in Alex's pants.

"Hey, Freya?" Alex suddenly announced. "You know that thing? Can you take a look at it?"

"What thing?" Katie asked, suddenly concerned, her nursing school instincts kicking in.

"Oh, it's just a little..." Alex faltered looking for the right word. "A sore."

"A sore?"

"He has a pimple on his butt," Freya explained, enjoying her husband's squirming predicament.

Katie looked at Alex. "You have a pimple on your butt?"

"I don't have a pimple on my butt," insisted Alex. "It's just... a thing."

Only wanting to help, Katie continued to probe. "What thing?"

"Just -- just a... It's..." Alex stuttered. "You know what? It's fine now."

"It's fine now?" Katie asked.

"We have a code," Freya explained to Katie.

Katie frowned. "A code for what?"

"They're going to fuck in the bathroom," Cynthia stated.

Katie's eyes widened. "What?"

Alex nervously looked around to see if anyone had heard Cynthia's inappropriate proclamation, but they were in a corner booth in the back, the lights were dim, and the restaurant was almost empty.

"It's like the opposite of a safe word. An 'unsafe' word, if you will." Freya shrugged. "But apparently it doesn't work very well."

"An unsafe word is amazing!" Cynthia cried. "Katie, we need one!"

Shaking her head, Katie replied, "We most definitely do not need one."

"I'm gonna come up with one," Cynthia confirmed, then looking across the table to Alex and Freya, asked, "So are you guys going to, you know, go screw in the bathroom? Like, now?"

"Why don't you guys just go home?" Katie offered. "You don't want..." she frowned. "A public restroom?"

"They're right in the middle of dinner," pointed out Cynthia. "They should just go and have a quick bathroom boink, and then come back out and we can all finish dinner."

"No," Katie insisted. "You guys go home. We'll bring the rest of your dinners back for you."

"No. No. I can --" an embarrassed Alex started. "I can -- I didn't -- I was just kidding around."

"Just go home. I understand how these things can be," Katie said. "I live with Cynthia."

Cynthia pushed Katie's shoulder. "Hey!"

"We're fine," Freya added, now a little embarrassed by the whole situation.

Cynthia picked up her fork and threw it under the table. "Oops. I dropped my fork." But her three dining companions didn't even notice. "Hey. I dropped my fork," she repeated.

Annoyed, Katie turned to look at Cynthia. "Then pick it up." She turned back to Freya and Alex. "Go home. This is important. We'll have them box up the rest of your dinners. You guys go home and take care of what you need to take care of."

"Well, it's really up to Alex," Freya said. "The... bathroom thing may not be optimal." Freya was thinking back to their miserable attempt at joining the mile high club.

"No. We're fine. We can stay and --" Alex jumped in his seat and glared at Freya. "Will you please stop grabbing me," he told her in a hoarse whisper.

Freya held her hands up. "I didn't touch you."

Under the table, in the inky gloom, Cynthia was blindly groping for the zipper of Alex's pants.

Until Katie kicked her.

Cynthia reacted by pulling back, causing her head to make a rather solid impact with the underside of the wooden table. Silverware clattered along with a very loud "What the fuck?"

This got the attention of the few diners in the restaurant who watched with great interest as Cynthia crawled out from under the table, the floor-length linen tablecloth pulling as she emerged.

Katie and Alex held the tablecloth in place as Cynthia stood up, proudly holding her fork up in the air. "I dropped my fork. Dropped my fork, everyone." Pushing the mussed up hair out of her face, she sat back down at the table.

"Cynthia!" Katie admonished.

"I was just trying to help," explained Cynthia.

"By groping him under the table?"

"Not groping. Until I got interrupted, I was going to suck his cock."

"That's Freya's"

"It's mine," Alex muttered to himself.

"Just helping," Cynthia insisted.

"Under the table in a restaurant?"

"I was only going to blow him a little. Priming the pump."

Freya, in near hysterics, laughed, "I'm pretty sure he doesn't need any more priming!"

"Okay. Can we just go home?" Alex whined.

"I'm sorry," Cynthia told everyone at the table.

"You really are a disgusting pig," Katie said, leaning back in exasperation.

Alex noticed that Katie's shirt had opened a little and he could just barely see the glint of a piercing and the silhouette of a tiny naked nipple. "Let's go home," he moaned, sliding out of the booth and trying desperately to minimize the outline of his obvious erection from the eyes of the other diners.

Still laughing, Freya slid out after him. "Thank you, guys. If we're, um, 'busy' when you come home, just stick the stuff in the fridge."

"No problem," Katie said. "You go... take care of things." As they both made their way to the exit, Katie turned to Cynthia and repeated, "You're a pig."

"I was trying to help. Isn't that what Freya wanted us for?"

Katie hesitated.

"Yeah. See?" Cynthia pointed out. "Both of us are just trying to help."

Sighing, Katie acquiesced, "I know that you were just trying to help. But maybe you could help in a... less extreme way?"

"I guess."

Katie shook her head. "Poor Alex."

"Poor Alex? That boy is going to have non-stop sex for however long it takes to get Freya pregnant. And then after he does that, he'll need to make up for lost time with me! So, Katie, I wouldn't feel too badly for him."

"But it must feel like a job to him. Not just... I don't know."

"It may be like a job, but I'm sure he's greatly enjoying the work!"

"Hmm." Katie sat forward again and started to push the remainder of her food around on her plate. "I just feel for him."

"You're too empathetic."

"Maybe..."

Cynthia put an arm around her fiancée. "But that's one of the many things that everyone loves about you."

"Yeah..."

"Hey. You know what we should do?"

"What?" Katie asked, looking at Cynthia.

"We should make a video to help get Alex all horned up."

"A video? Like, a video of sexy women?"

"Very sexy women." Grabbing Alex's fork from across the table, Cynthia stabbed a piece of chicken off of Katie's plate, used it to mop up a little more sauce, then popped it into her mouth. "Us."

"Us?"

Chewing and then swallowing the food, Cynthia nodded. "Yeah. A porn video for Alex to get worked up to."

Before Katie could reply, the waiter came back. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything was perfect, as always. Thank you," Cynthia told him. Could we get a couple of boxes for this, she pointed to the plates in front of the empty seats. "They had to leave unexpectedly."

"Of course, Madame."

"And could we get some of those delicious marron glacé to go, please"

"Of course." The waiter nodded. "I'll be right back."

As he left the table, Katie asked, "Us? A... naughty movie with us in it?"

"Not naughty. Sexy. And, yeah. It'll be fun."

Katie was shocked by the idea at first, but then almost immediately started to think that maybe Cynthia was right. It may be kind of fun.

Cynthia watched Katie's face. "Good. Good. You're thinking about it."

With a small bashful smile, Katie agreed. "I'm thinking about it."

"This is going to be awesome!"

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