She keeps begging for more, screaming out foreign-sounding words in Swedish. Freja is panting loudly with abandon, forgetting about the camera as she climaxes beneath me, digging her fingers into my caramel-colored back.
I have no fucking clue what she’s saying, but I don’t care. She’s hot.
Long live Sweden.
Once Freja’s body releases from mine, she’s clearly ready to return the favor.
“Eva, you lay now.” she purrs like a kitten, ready to do some damage.
This girl is wild. Exactly the way I like them.
Freja instructs Rad to reposition himself at the foot of the bed so the camera will get a very enticing view of her delicious pussy while she eats me out. She kneels on all fours, spreading her pink lips apart for our later viewing pleasure as she gets to work making me explode with some of the hottest cunnilingus I’ve ever experienced.
After we finish the film to our liking, we all lie sprawled in her bed. Rad is between Freja and I, stroking his length as we review the video we made. His eyes are glued to the screen, fixating on Freja’s rabid tongue action between my legs. I can’t take my eyes off of her perfectly positioned wet slit and feel a surge of desire grip my center. I start to touch myself between my legs and use my free hand to stroke Rad’s hard cock. Freja sees what I’m doing and decides to join in on the fun.
She starts rubbing herself and joins my hand on Rad’s throbbing member, rubbing up and down at a steady pace. When our hands get so frantic it’s obvious he’s about to cum, Freja leans over his hardness and takes it in her mouth, gathering his hot fluid in her mouth.
That’s fucking hot, I think, turned on by seeing another woman’s mouth wrapped around my husband’s ejaculating penis.
Once his orgasm has fully subsided, she leans over him to kiss me. Our lips meet and we swirl our tongues together, both tasting and swallowing his deliciously salty-sweet liquid.
Breathless and spent from our sweaty romp, we all lie down in contentment, absorbing the sounds and smells of the room.
Goddamn.
I realize that our brief time together will soon be over. I roll over to say my farewell to my new crush, and give her a tender kiss.
“We probably should get going, Freja, but you’re incredible. Thank you for being so cool and open-minded,” I say sincerely, as I gently stroke her silky blonde hair.
“Eva,” Freja says, an impish look on her face, “when gone, you send nude picture.”
“A lot!” She adds after a moment of consideration.
“You do. I do,” I add with a sly smile and wink, certain that there will be many, many more adventures to come with my Swedish beauty.
SWEDISH SUMMER OF LOVE
True Confessions of Eva & Radley von Wright
by
Eva and Radley von Wright
CHAPTER 1
“Freja emailed,” my wife Eva said excitedly, “she wants to visit America.”
“Mmmmmm, that could be fun,” I added, “lots of fun.”
“There’s something else,” Eva said.
“What?”
“She actually is wondering if she could spend the summer with us. She needs a place to stay for three months.”
That caught me slightly off guard.
Freja is a lovely young girl we met when we were on tour in Sweden last year.
She had just turned eighteen when we met her. She was quintessentially Swedish: a farmer’s daughter living in a tiny rural farmstead outside of a very small village. She had piercing blue eyes, long blonde hair (which she usually kept in a milkmaid braid), porcelain white skin and a very shapely, trim figure.
My wife Eva and I are jazz musicians and were spending the winter touring Scandinavia — stopping at small jazz and blues clubs all over Sweden, Denmark, Finland and Norway.
We’re in our mid-thirties and are high school sweethearts. We have a very “special” relationship. We are soulmates and madly in love.
So what’s so special about us?
My wife is bi and has an insatiable taste for attractive, young women.
Sometimes I think her sex drive borders on nymphomania — not that I’m complaining.
Our tour in Scandi consisted of a lot of passionate sex, as most trips to exotic, foreign locations will inspire — but it also consisted of several fun hookups with some lovely locals. In fact, we had six different women briefly join us throughout the three week tour — but Freja was different. She was special.
There was just something about her that really clicked with our lifestyle.
She was very laid back and open-minded, while being eager to explore her budding sexuality. My wife and I were very happy to oblige in showing her the wonders of uninhibited, passionate lovemaking.
“What do you think?” asked Eva with a slight worried tone in her voice.
“Hmmmm — I dunno.”
“Well, we need to reply soon — so she can make her plans,” Eva said.
“Did she give any details about her trip?” I inquired.
“She wants to come to America and can stay for three months. She’d like to do some mini road trips on weekends — you know — Chicago, Vegas, New York, LA…”
“Don’t forget Texas!” I joked.
Eva replied, “she actually did say she wants to see Texas.”
Of course she does! I thought.
We both started laughing. In all of our travels overseas we learned one thing about Europeans: when they find out you’re from America they ask if you’ve ever been to Texas. I don’t know why they are so interested in Texas, but without fail — it always comes up in conversations.
Texas has become somewhat of an inside joke between Eva and I.
Eva continued, “she said she’ll pay us for rent and utilities, and won’t be a bother.”
“I’m sure she won’t be a bother, she’s chill as fuck,” I said.
“I guess it would be a change in our lifestyle for a few months,” Eva said.
A change indeed! I thought.
You see, in order to indulge in my wife’s sexual appetite, we have created several rules which we follow as a couple.
For example, here are just a few of our rules:
1) Honesty and open communication — we must always communicate as a couple our thoughts, feelings, questions and concerns.
2) Safety — in order to bring so many new lovers in to our life we must practice safety. We get tested frequently, of course, but more than anything our “safety” relies on Eva’s almost telepathic ability to “read people” — to gauge each new lover so as to always enjoy sex with people that have good vibes, positive energy and won’t “go psycho” on us later on down the road.
3) No more than three times — we decided early on that this rule would protect the young ladies’ feelings — and ours. We can hook up with a lover up to three times, after that — they must enter what is essentially the “friend zone”. This keeps young ladies from getting too attached and makes sure we all leave with positive feelings towards one another.
Rule Three is a biggie — in short — it keeps our life in balance and it protects us from awkward situations of unrequited love from former partners. I guess what I’m trying to say is, each new lover we bring into our bed we would like to remain friends with after the adventure is over.
Freja living with us would certainly challenge this rule.
In fact, I know within moments of seeing her my wife will be lapping up the young Swede’s tight muff like there was no tomorrow.
The sex we had last winter in Sweden with Freja was some of the best we’ve ever had. There was a certain energy this young lady brought that drove my wife Eva mad with lust.