Chapter 3

The next day I received an alert on my phone around 2 pm, notifying me that I had received a new message from Kari and Ken. It was their address. There was no phone number, which actually was a relief, because I sometimes get really nervous talking on the phone with people I don’t know too well.

Considering how shy I was back then, I have no idea how I got the courage to show up for a sex marathon with two complete strangers. I was on autopilot, hormonal cruise control! Not talking on the phone also added to the excitement and gave the whole thing an aura of mystery.

I googled the address. It was in a secluded area near Helsingør, Helsingborg’s neighboring city in Denmark. Fun fact; Helsingør, also known as Elsinore is the setting for a little play called Hamlet. It would take me about an hour and a half to get to Ken and Kari’s place. I washed my car, got a hair trim and bought a new shirt.

It was a perfect day for driving. Sun was shining on the green plains. It was pleasantly warm and the air smelled. Still in my car, I boarded the ferry that connects Sweden and Denmark. When I arrived in Denmark, I realized that with all the excitement I had forgotten to eat all day, which turned out to be a good thing.

Getting fucked in the ass on a full stomach is not a very smart idea. I stopped at a coffee shop for a Cappuccino and a muffin, then drove on to Ken and Kari’s place.

I drove past lots of barns, old farms, new farms and then turned right into a long, narrow road. The road was twisty, but beautiful. No houses or buildings of any kind for a long stretch, then suddenly a closed gate appeared out of nowhere. As I drove closer to the gate, I realized that there were two cameras installed on metal posts on each side.

I stopped, pulled down my window and looked into the closest camera and before I managed to say anything the gate opened. I drove past a couple of small ponds and finally ended up on a driveway that stretched along a large, gorgeous man made pond and an astonishing, white, contemporary, mini mansion. A meticulously landscaped, modern style garden surrounded the main building and a stone walkway connected the whole property to a gazebo situated by the pond.

Kari and Ken had to be extremely well off to afford such a place. I was so astounded by my surroundings that at first I didn’t notice the graceful figure standing on the patio in front of the house. It was Kari, waving at me as I parked my car at the end of the driveway.

The first thing that caught my eye as I walked toward her was her exquisite athletic shape. She was wearing a sheer lavender open front babydoll with matching panties and high heels. Her legs were long, and she had the thighs and calves of a fitness model. Her breasts looked round and firm, not too huge, but appeared larger because of her flat stomach and narrow waist.

I still don’t know her actual breast or bra size, I never ask a lady or a gentleman about the size of their private parts. If they offer that information I will remember, but otherwise I don’t carry a measuring tape with me. I know double D is big and A is small. In Kari’s case she is smaller than double D and much larger than A. They are exquisitely shaped with pink areolas and slightly darker rubbery nipples that look as if they will shoot out of her boobs when they get hard.

Sorry, going a bit too fast. Obviously at that point I hadn’t seen her naked breasts yet, but I could see her firm triceps and shoulders, her delicate neckline. She wore her lively golden hair in a loose updo. The flowing colors of her hair strands in contrast with her naturally tanned skin created a spellbinding image that made me dizzy with euphoria.

“Hello cutie,” she said with a dazzling smile, showing her perfect teeth, caressing my aural and carnal senses with her celestial voice.

When you fantasize about the perfect woman, what do you see in your mind? Do you remember that beautiful blonde I asked you to picture earlier? Do you recall her prettier sister? Now picture their hot, beautifully-aged mother.

Her classy hairstyle, her long eyelashes, her lavender eyeshadow, her ravishing green eyes, her pouty lips, her glossy pink lipstick and matching nail polish, her exquisite hands and fingers, her intoxicating perfume, all that and everything else about her gave her an ethereal aura of eroticism.

You think I’m overdoing it?

No. Quite the opposite.

You already know that I am a sucker for hot, older women. She was standing there looking like some kind of mother-angel-stripper hybrid in her sexy babydoll, knowing perfectly well that she already had me at hello, and looking genuinely pleased to see me. All right. I did my best to describe her. She looked like that two years ago, and she looks even hotter today.

“Hello?” she sang to me it seemed. “Earth to Leo!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I snapped out of my trance. “It’s me. I mean I’m ... hi ... hello.”

“God,” she giggled. “You’re so cute. Shy?”

“Me?” I mumbled nervously. “Yes. No. Yes?”

Kari looked at me and laughed softly. It was an infectious, melodious laugh. I looked at her and laughed too. She walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled me into her embrace. I almost fainted when her lips landed on mine. Her tongue immediately stroked my teeth and entered my mouth.

“Mmm,” she purred delighted with the way I returned her caressing kiss.

The sensation of her warm breath against my skin made my legs weak. She then pulled her face back and paused. I stepped forward, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her like a suave Hollywood star. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably more like one minute tops.

We had only just met and already exchanged saliva, actually a lot of saliva. She was deliberately filling my mouth and leaving me no choice but to swallow.

Being a shy guy, I hesitated to return the wet sentiment, but when I finally let my saliva dribble into Kari’s mouth, she responded with a sexy muffled moan. I had only been with one woman and she really didn’t like to exchange anything, let alone bodily fluids. I was already smitten, taken, all hers. Drinking her saliva only felt natural.

“Oh,” she exhaled, pulling back again. “You just scored a million points!”

“Good kisser?” A booming, manly voice startled me. It was Ken, standing right behind me.

“I believe we hit the jackpot,” Kari replied, smiling radiantly at her husband.

“Ken,” the handsome man said, then stepped forward and shook my hand. “You must be Leo.”

I must be. Must I?

I nodded sheepishly and mumbled, “Hmm, I hope so. I mean I’m Leo. Meet you. I mean nice to meet you. Very nice meeting you.”

Before I could make an even bigger fool of myself, Ken grabbed the side of my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. He held me in a tight embrace and gently kissed me on my forehead. Standing right next to us, Kari placed her fingers under my chin and gently pushed my face up. I was now gazing directly into Ken’s piercing brown eyes.

There it was; my first physical contact with another man. A handsome, strong, muscular and gentle hunk of a man. His eyes were calm. He radiated an aura of confidence, strength and a calming gentleness that I had never seen in anyone before. He was older than he looked in his picture. The sides of his dark brown, thick head of hair had turned grey, like Mister Fantastic of the Fantastic Four.

Picture Pierce Brosnan. Not the James Bond era Brosnan. The Ghost Writer, November Man Brosnan. Ken was just as handsome and suave, but a bit more muscular. He was wearing a muscle white T-shirt and white shorts. Both items of clothing clung tightly to his well-defined muscles. Then there was that enormous bulge in his shorts.

Wow!

I think that I fainted for a second when he brought his face down to mine and kissed me. Up until that moment, I had doubts about actually kissing a man. I always dreamed of getting fucked by a man, but didn’t know if I would enjoy kissing one. Luckily my first male on male kiss was with Ken. Gentle, strong, loving and dreamy beyond words.

Kari had one hand under my chin, her other hand was stroking the back of my head. Her face was close enough to mine to feel her titillating breath on my cheeks. Then I began to shudder and moan involuntarily when her smooth tongue touched my earlobe.

Suddenly my legs felt like jello. I would have probably tumbled to the ground if it weren’t for Ken’s supportive embrace. Our hard, strong bodies pressed into each other and it felt just right. I love embracing women, but a caring man’s embrace feels different, makes me feel safe, secure and taken care of.

Daddy-hugs are the best.

Kari traced her tongue slowly up and down my neck as her husband explored my mouth with his tongue. “Arms up,” Kari directed in a whisper, moving behind me. I obeyed her order automatically. She grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up and off of my body.

“Oh my oh my,” Kari announced in a delightfully melodic voice. “Look at our cutie’s body. So lean and muscular. His cute body didn’t look this defined in his pictures.”

Ken broke our deep kiss, stepped back and took off his own T-shirt while his wife removed mine.

He looked at my naked torso and said, “Fuck yeah, Leo! You work out a lot?”

“Not in no yes a bit some,” I replied mumbled a word jumble of gibberish chatter.

Ken and Kari laughed sweetly as they continued to devour my hard little body with their lustful eyes.

“What’s your body fat percentage if you don’t mind me asking,” Ken asked with fatherly pride brightening his strong voice.

“Twelve percent,” I bragged humbly.

“I love it,” Ken confessed cheerfully. “I can lift you up, toss you around and pound your ass like a fucking gorilla knowing that you won’t break into pieces. I’m going bulldoze you with my fucking dick kiddo!”

Oof! That sounds like a promise.

“Jesus Christ, Ken!” Kari exclaimed excitedly. “The boy’s going to melt if you keep talking like that. I mean fuck, I’m going to melt too!”

She was right. My entire face was flushing bright red and sweat was forming on my forehead at the thought of Ken’s godlike body and cock slamming into me. I knew that soon he would pummel my asshole and spoil me forever, and the premonitory sensations that his words created in my mind were proving to be too much for my internal AC system to handle.

“Look here Ken,” Kari urged her husband as she traced the V-shaped muscle of my right hip with her exquisite fingers. “It’s amazing how fucking hot he is. Oh God!”

I believe I started hyperventilating -but I can’t remember for sure because things were happening so fast- when Kari unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down to my ankles.

“These feel so nice,” Kari pulled down the back of my undies and praised my naked glutes as she cupped and slapped them a few times. “Come and feel them Kenny!”

I sighed deeply and loudly as Ken squeezed my butt cheeks and slapped them playfully. He and his wife kept on touching my body as if they were appreciating a very rare piece of art.

They kept on touching my sensual body parts and muscles and sang their praises for a long while.

“Jesus I’m so wet,” Kari said as she touched my chest. “So hot and cute!”

“I can come by just massaging him,” Ken said earnestly.

“Me too,” Kari responded and giggled nervously. “I am half way there!”