A/N:
I've photoshopped some gems from Freddie's birthday night. Hehehe 😈
Anyway um I decided against the ending I had in mind and so this story will continue for a while longer....I think.
Xo💖
Cherie:
"Come on, baby...just help with the steps and I'll get you to bed...," I try my best to coax Freddie to keep putting one foot in front of the other as we climb the stairs up to our bedroom.
He already slipped while going up the front steps and hurt his ankle. I feel so badly about not being able to support his weight to help him more, but I'm trying!
"I don wants ta go sue bed, mummy! It's still my birvday..," he ends his slurs with a heave as he clutches onto his stomach with one hand.
"Okay, birthday boy...come on, we're almost there," We reach the landing to the second floor and I kick open the door to our room, as Freddie holds me by my waist.
He's basically pushing all of his weight on me, so I drag us to the bed, turn around and plop him down on the mattress.
"I'm veeling kinda fllllllllloooaty...," He giggles so sweetly, and I laugh at his drunken goofiness. "Is this the reallll life...is Cherie gonna bang meeee, caught in a sexdrive....I gotta..I gotta shhhhhh,"
His face smashes against the pillow and all that's left of his new song rendition is heavy breathing.
"Okay. I'm ready...," With his eyes closed he starts to turn onto his back to unbutton his pants, I'm surprised he can keep it up with the amount of alcohol he's had to drink tonight.
"Come and get me," I chuckle at his slurring attempt at seducing me, as he wiggles around trying to pull his own pants down, but what he doesn't realize is that he's still wearing a belt.
"I'm gonna go get you some Advil and water...just..stay there," I can hear his groans as I walk down the stairs.
"It's not gonna unwrap its self, dear!," he laughs like a schoolboy; "I'll put a big shiny bow on it for you!," His roaring chuckle travels down with me in the quiet house.
By the time I go back upstairs, I finally take my heels off that have been killing my feet all night. I find my husband with one leg out of his pants and his T-shirt rumpled up around his neck. I use a gentle hand to brush his sweaty waves of hair off of his forehead. He lazily opens his eyes to stare up at me.
"Wow- did I really pull you tonight?," His smile grows wider, showing all of his pearly whites. "What a stroke of luck, huh," I sit him up as he continues to ramble on and pull off his shirt. "Good job, Freddie old boy- she's a real piece of-,"
"Freddie...old boy- watch your mouth. Im your wife!," I cackle at him when his eyes shoot open wide, even in the darkness I can see his shocked expression.
"Well....I knew that...," he clears his throat and takes the pills I hand to him before gulping down the entire glass of water.
"Mmhm. Don't you forget it," I smirk as I bend down to take his glass and give him a kiss on the cheek as he settles back down onto the pillows. While I get undressed, I can see that Freddie is now peacefully snoring curled up on his side and cuddling with my pillow to his chest.
"I'm going to have a quick shower," I whisper into the dark. He doesn't respond, he's out like a light.
"Okay, darling- hurry back...," he mumbles, but I hear him just before I close the door to the bathroom.
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Freddie:
"Mmmmmmmm, Yeah- that's it!,"
If this isn't the best way to wake up, then I don't know what is! Peaking one eye open I can see Cherie work her magic as she slurps my dick- I didn't even know we were going at it. Hopefully, she didn't notice that I was asleep. Her mouth is a welcoming warm feeling that thrills every nerve in my body.
"Oooh, baby- yesss! Fuck! Keep it going!,"
I reach around blindly against the dark room, until I find her hair and loop is around my hand. Keeping a firm grip, I raise my hips to meet her watering mouth. At the same time, I grind my hard cock down her throat until everything is shoved deep inside. The feels of her throat muscles trying to regurgitate my thickness, is only all the more exhilarating.
She beats her hand down on my hip and I take the hint, releasing her from suffocation. She gasps for air, but then swivels her tongue down the length of my shaft and her lips begin to suck at my sensitive skin around the tip of my pulsing head again.
"Shit shit shit- Fuuuuuuuuck!,"
I feel the sudden shock of intense squeezing of my balls and with a jolt my hot cum explodes out of me. I feel it shooting out of the sides of her lips and push her head down with my hand as she swallows every last drop.
I smile lazily and with half closed lids, I wait for her to climb up the bed to be near me. She just stares up at me and -
I feel every flushed splat of color drain from my face.
"No,"
My voice is a trembling whisper as I realize I've just made the biggest drunken mistake of my life.
Suddenly, I don't feel so drunk anymore. I jump out of the bed as Danielle smirks at me and giggles loudly.
"What the fuck did you do!? Are your fucking mad!!? You.. you nasty bitch!!,"
"Freddie? Are you okay?,"
Cherie calls out to me from the shower that until now my senses couldn't put together was still running water. The sound is so clear, how the fuck did I miss that?!
"Shhh! Just shut up don't tell her!," The shower turns off and all is quiet for a moment. "She's coming!," Danielle says as she rolls off the other side of the bed and slithers beneath the bed frame out of sight as Cherie enters the room in her bathrobe.
"Oooh, I see you're still expecting that birthday sex hmmm," She goes to wrap her arms around my naked body, as I cup myself in my hands. I turn away, a bit jumpy, I'll admit.
"Uh..I...no- I'm gonna take a shower..I feel sick!," The words slide out of my mouth before I even know what I'm saying and I run into the bathroom without thinking so much of it and lock the door behind me.
Shit shit shit! What the fuck do I do!? I don't want to keep this from her- I can't!
I turn the shower on to punishing hot water and begin to scrub myself viciously. I feel like I should scrape as much of her off of me as possible!
This is wrong, so wrong! And...and I liked it! But..is it really anything but natural? I really didn't know!
"What the fuck are you doing under my bed?!,"
Oh- fuck! Hearing Cherie's yelling, I jump out of the shower and pull the towel that's hanging on the rack, tying it around my waist- I don't even bother shutting the water off.
"Ask your husband!," Danielle points her finger at me once I enter the room. This crumby bitch!
"WHAT?!," I don't know what else to say! I can't believe this woman is going to try and pin the blame all on me!
"What... do you ...mean," By her tone I can tell Cherie is really holding back right now. I don't even move closer to them, I'm by the bathroom door and the only thing separating Cherie and Danielle is Cherie's willpower.
"She's full of shit!," I shout, but my wife doesn't even turn to me.
"Oh, come on! He was drunk as shit; he called me in here!," Danielle screams back at me, as I begin to take small steps forward; I can feel the boiling anger build up inside of me.
"She snuck in here! You seen me! I was passed out and incoherent! I thought it was you!," I'm right in their midst now, but this stupid broad will not shut up!
"He's the one who pulled me to him! He made me open my mouth, he was so rough, he hurt me-,"
*SWAAAAAAAAAAAAACK*
I take an involuntary step back once Cherie's open hand connects with Danielle's cheek with a forceful gusto, causing her to stumble backwards onto our bed.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DO MORE DAMAGE!! YOU ARE SOOO FUCKING LUCKY THAT IM PREGNANT, YOU STUPID BITCH! I COULD KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!,"
Cherie is screaming with the deepest voice I've ever heard her use in all the years that we've known each other. She's chasing Danielle to the downstairs guest room while yelling, as her sister runs for her own safety- I don't even try to intervene. I just follow close behind Cherie to be sure that Danielle doesn't try to lay a finger on her.
"You're going to regret kicking me out once you realize what a sleezy dog your husband is! He's a rockstar, dumbass- don't think this is his first time cheating on y-,"
"GO TO HELL!," Cherie slams the door on her sisters face. Well, that's now that problem is solved.
She doesn't even turn around, she keeps her hands firmly pressed onto the back of the door. Her shoulders move up and down rapidly as she hangs her head between her extended arms. I can hear the huffs of her breathing- okay, should I run, too?
"Cherie...,"
"Fred- don't..,"
Her warning is crisp and clear to my ears, but she can't really be mad at me, can she?
She turns to head back upstairs, but she passes the doorway to our bedroom and I stupidly open my mouth again as I chase after her.
"Where are you going?," I reach out and grab her wrist and she cringes away from my touch. Not just any surprised jump- She's disgusted with me.
"I'm going to sleep in the twins bedroom- I cannot sleep on that bed right now," Her monotone voice sends chills through me as she continues to walk the short path to the twins bedroom and shuts the door without another word.
I move my hand towards the knob to open it and talk with her further, but then I hear the lock click into place.
Well, I don't want to sleep in that bed, either....
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"Good morning, Papi!," I open my eyes to Charlie's wet lips kissing me right on one eyelid. It's nice to wake with a laugh. I grab her in my arms and cuddle her into the cushions of the couch.
"What are you doing sleeping in here?," Kash asks as she enters the living room.
"Mmm...long night," My sisters naturally loud voice, hurts my head. I rub my temples as Charlie scrambled off of me and runs toward the kitchen.
I sit down and in walks my son, who had completely ignored me unlike his sister. "Where's Mummy?," He immediately interrogates me.
Someone please tell me how this little boy is so suspiciously intuitive at all times?
"She must still be asleep, darling. Don't I get a hug?," He eyes me before giving in and running into my arms. "That's my boy-,"
"Papi let go, I want to play," the short lived hug ends with him rushing away from me. He scoops up Oscar from the single chair and takes him out to the garden.
"Well- I have to be going now, Henry is waiting for me in the car. Mum just asked for us to drop off the twins on our way out," Kash explains as she edges toward the door. I don't want her to leave, yet!
"Thank you, Kash. Are you sure Henry wouldn't want to stop in for a quick visit-,"
"Oh no, big bro. I am not getting involved in this..," She smirks at me and opens the front door, but I stop her hand before she can pull it open wide enough.
"And What is this?," I ask, squinting my eyes at her.
"Lets just say...I was with Rose last night when Cherie called...," I can't tell if she's angry with me, too, or if she really doesn't want any drama.
I release my grip from the door and she walks out. I watch her walk down the front steps, but she turns to me before she reaches the last.
"Just talk it out- please. It's neither of your faults, don't go making this a huge thing," Her half smile would make me feel better for a little while, if it wasn't for Cherie coming downstairs.
I close the door and turn to see her walking down with Charlie by her side. No doubt, another victim of wet eyelash kisses.
"G-good morning, Angel...,"
At first, I don't think she will reply to me as she just briskly walks passed me, but I hear her grumbling her words while walking to the kitchen.
"Bad morning, darling..,"
Okay. At least, she replied.