Frozen Friends update

“Look at our new lovers, Ariel. Can you see the look in their eyes? They love watching us so much. They appreciate us so much. Why should we hide what we do out of love when people like them enjoy seeing it so much?”

“YES, ERIC! IT’S GOOD! INCREDIBLE! YOU’RE RIGHT, DARLING! THEY SHOULD WATCH US… SEE US…”

Ariel turned her gaze to Kristoff and saw that he was smiling, lustfully but with far too much respect and appreciation to make her feel demeaned. There was no leering on his handsome face. Clearly, Kristoff was excited to see her naked, her body locked together with Eric’s in love, but it wasn’t just for her bare flesh. With an aesthetic eye he saw how she undulated, how her flesh rippled with Eric’s thrusts—he nodded approvingly at Eric’s need for her. Ariel felt like a dancer or a singer, being appreciated for their art. Kristoff loved to see the way her body performed, how enthusiastically she enjoyed herself with her husband Eric.

A searching glance at Elsa showed Ariel the same approval. The delicately beautiful features of her face, as soft and pristine as a fresh snowfall, glowed with the awe she felt at what she saw. Her wide blue eyes stared searchingly at Ariel’s opening, while her hand was between her slender legs, unashamedly giving herself the same pleasure Ariel was feeling. The ball of her middle finger rolled over her boldly protruding clit and she moaned as if joining Ariel in song.

“Oh, Elsa! Kristoff!” Ariel gushed, reaching out to put a hand on Kristoff’s muscular thigh, on Elsa’s creamy one. Kristoff was burning hot and Elsa was cool as stone to the touch, but they both felt so good to squeeze. “Watch us—mmmm—oh, yes, see how my husband is going to fuck me so good—aahhh!—I want you to see it all!”

Eric began to rut her in earnest then, Ariel responding to it with no further reservations. The bed creaked and jumped under them, the springs squeaking out heavenly, their song intermixed with Ariel’s cries and the lustful breathing of the Arendellens.

Ariel drew up her legs—she was so glad to have them—and crossed them behind the small of Eric’s back. Kristoff and Elsa, moving to the center of the bed, could now see how her husband’s impressive cock reamed into her sex. It really was thrilling Ariel to have other people see her while she did her wifely duty. Eric was excited too. Sex with him was never rote, but he was very thoroughly fucking her tonight.

In the back of her mind, though, Ariel couldn’t stop thinking that this was just too hedonistic. The exact kind of depraved thing her father had always ascribed to the surface world. That she was being wicked, wanton, to display herself and her love life so openly.

But that just made it one more taboo—she loved how illicit it was to break it. The very indecency of what they were doing made it delicious. She cooed out her pleasure, begging for Eric to take her harder and faster and more. Show these strangers just how well-fucked Denway’s princess was. It made her feel like the centerpiece of some pagan rite, which she loved. In fact, if Ariel weren’t so addicted to Eric’s cock, she might love being exhibited even better.

Then she saw Elsa throwing the sheets off, revealing both her own pale body and Kristoff’s ruddy physique, how he was jerking on his stiffened cock as he watched her. It was too much. Being fucked in the presence of others had already made Ariel feel delirious and now the sight of a stranger’s throbbing erection slammed luridly into her burning brain.

She wanted to have it in her mouth. She wanted to suck it, suck the cum right out of it. And all while she still desired Eric, never wanted her fuck with him to end. Her passions didn’t cancel each other out, they mingled, overwhelmed Ariel.

She reached out impulsively, forcing Kristoff’s own hand from his manhood and replacing it with her own. Just holding him, she let out a moan. His cock really wasn’t much like Eric’s at all—it had its own shape, its own size—but it throbbed with the same virile lust for her. Ariel wasn’t moaning in pleasure, she was moaning at the thought that this man wanted to breed her every bit as much as her very own husband did. And she loved the idea. She would never have thought herself capable of cheating on her Eric, but she’d also never dreamed how exciting it would be to hold the turgid cock of another man.

Too much for her. All too much.