I look over to the other nightstand nearest me, and notice the drawer is ajar.
There’s been a cat in here the whole time?
“Oh, you have a cat?” I ask in surprise.
“Three!” She chirps excitedly, jumping up suddenly to run across the room to the kitchenette. Freja begins flinging cabinets and drawers open rapidly, searching various spaces, until she emerges holding a small white cat in her arms.
“Eva, meet Stella. Stella meet Eva.” She utters, setting the cat in my nude lap.
I’m taken aback but go with it.
“Wow. She’s beautiful.” I begin stroking the cat’s fur, who begins to purr and mark my wrist with her face. “Stella, what a sweet baby you are.” I encourage Stella while continuing to stroke her softly.
“She like you,” Freja nods approvingly then continues her mission to find the other cats hidden in the cottage.
We’re both interrupted by a timid knock on the door. Then Rad’s curious voice calls through the wooden door, “Eva? Freja? Are you in here?”
I look over at Freja and she gestures for him to enter.
“Come in, Rad!” I call back in a loud inviting voice.
The door shoves open and Rad steps inside, freezing.
“Whoa,” he utters, stopping in his tracks as he sees us.
I realize how silly our hostess and I must look to Radley right now: both of us buck-ass naked listening to reggae, smoking weed, chasing a herd of cats around the room.
“Looks like you guys are having quite the welcoming party,” Rad chuckles with a look of amusement on his face. He shuts the door firmly and removes his coat and gloves. “We need to come to Sweden more often, I suppose.”
Freja stands up to give Rad and I a long look in complete silence then bursts out laughing. Her loud laughter builds into an uproarious howl, bordering on uncomfortable.
Rad and I exchange befuddled looks, then start laughing ourselves at the strange foreignness of the situation. Freja’s laughter is infectious, even comical.
“Why am I strangely aroused right now?” Rad finally asks inquisitively after our giggle fest has died down.
I look over at him teasingly. “Oh, I dunno. Two hot chicks alone, naked and ready to fuck? It’s a brainteaser for sure,” I joke.
“Bring that smart mouth over here,” Rad demands playfully.
“At your request, Sir!” I reply, setting Stella the cat aside, my eyes on the delectable prize of my husband’s massive rock hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
Freja’s eyes widen in pleasure as I join Rad, dropping to my knees to free my husband’s length from his pants. I begin to suck him vigorously, slurping up and down on his large penis.
The swedish beauty is clearly aroused and hops onto the bed to watch us from a better angle while she masterfully fingers her pussy.
“Look at Freja, Rad. Watch her touch herself,” I instruct in a low voice. “Think of all the things I just did to that gorgeous pink pussy.”
“Mmmmmmm…,” he moans with hooded eyes of lust, watching her fingers attentively.
I continue sucking my husband like a madwoman. I can feel how hard he is while watching Freja stroke her wet pussy, imagining my tongue inside her. Warm slickness moistens the place between my legs as I think of how aroused she and I are making him.
Finally he can’t take it anymore.
“I’m gonna cum, Eva!” Rad groans as he shoots a load of his hot fluid down my throat, his penis throbbing with every squirt.
I swallow, reveling in his taste, licking my lips. By this time, Freja has clearly climaxed as well and lies in a pale heap of shapely limbs on the bed.
“Oooooommmmm…” she sighs, a contented look of bliss softening her features.
“Now to fika!” she sits up abruptly, a broad smile on her face.
“Fika?” I ask looking at Radley, confused.
“Coffee and cinnamon buns in the big house,” he answers. “Bjorn sent me out here to find you two before I got, umm, distracted,” he confesses with a satisfied grin.
“Got it!” I say, my stomach suddenly growling from hunger for something more than our lovely Swedish hostess’ pussy.
CHAPTER 5
The rest of the evening, night, and next morning fly by with the young, lively Freja showing us all around the farmstead and surrounding forest.
She’d even taken us out onto the middle of a frozen lake early that morning to teach us Kulning, an ancient cow herding type of singing that she performs. Her style of vocalizations sound odd to my Beyonce and gospel-trained ears, but very enchanting at the same time, like a mythical siren and a bike horn blended together in a skillful bleating tone. Her belt is so loud it echoes across the countryside: the entire point of cow-herding calls, I guess.
Radley and I are scheduled to perform at a jazz club about an hour away from the farmstead, and have to leave for the next town after our show. We only have a few hours left with Freja before we have to say goodbye.
I’m sad to bid my crush “hejdå.”
Freja, Rad and I are relaxing in her cottage for the afternoon sipping some fresh pine needle tea boiled from the pine needles we’d gathered during our jaunt in the forest. We only have a few more hours before we have to get ready to leave. Freja’s father Bjorn seems thrilled to have a moment of quiet away from his rambunctious daughter, and happy that she is having such fun with us. He is busy doing farmer things in the barn and gives us all space to hang out in privacy.
“We do this,” Freja requests, calling us over to the porn she’s pulled up on her laptop. Two busty Latina ladies are busy moaning out words in Spanish, taking turns pleasuring each other. One with a strap-on.
“We do.” Freja gestures to she and I, indicating she wants this to be a lesbian encounter. “You film,” she declares, pointing to Rad.
“You want me to film you guys? Sure,” Rad agrees quickly.
“We make porno for us all watch on phones when you gone,” she announces, a devilish look on her delicate features.
“You had me at filming,” I joke, starting to remove my clothing with deft fingers.
Rad pulls out his phone and opens up his camera, starting to frame the shot.
“On bed. Eva use this,” she walks over to the weed drawer and reaches her hand into the far back. She pulls out a clear plastic package containing a black strap-on labeled in Swedish writing.
She clearly had this all planned out before we’d arrived, excited to explore her budding sexuality with a open-minded couple.
Good girl.
She removes the phallic toy from its packaging and hands it to me. I fasten it around myself and climb onto the bed where Freja is already lying down in anticipation. Her long legs are spread and she’s fondling her nipple with one hand and stroking between her legs with the other.
Rad moves into his place on the side of the bed to capture all the action in wide frame.
“Are you ready?” I ask him, eager to begin.
“Rolling,” he replies.
I look at Freja stroking her tight, wet pussy and feel an overwhelming ache in my center. I need to taste that amazing pussy, now. I kneel over my crush and start kissing her pouty lips. She moans in pleasure and uses her hands to grab my hips, pulling me and the strap-on between her wide-open thighs. I use one hand to spread her pretty little pussy and use the other to guide the dildo in. I push with my hips and Freja wraps her silky legs around me, hooking her small feet together at the ankles. I keep thrusting deeply inside her and use one hand to steady myself while freeing the other to stroke her clit skillfully.
I give it to her hard. Really hard.