Chapter 3

The next day around 2 p.m., a notification popped up on my phone—Kari and Ken had sent me their address. There was no phone number, which, honestly, was a relief. I sometimes get really nervous talking on the phone with people I don’t know well.

Considering how shy I was back then, I have no idea how I mustered the courage to show up for what was essentially a sex marathon with two complete strangers. I was on autopilot—hormonal cruise control. Not having to speak on the phone only added to the mystery, heightening the whole experience.

I googled the address. It was in a secluded area near a small Nordic town, just across the water. The drive would take about an hour and a half.

I washed my car, got a quick trim, and bought a new shirt.

It was the perfect day for a drive. The sun lit up the lush green plains, and the air was warm and fragrant. Still in my car, I boarded the ferry that connects our two towns.

I realized I’d been so caught up in the excitement I hadn’t eaten anything all day—which turned out to be a blessing. Getting fucked in the ass on a full stomach is not exactly a smart move.

I stopped at a coffee shop for a cappuccino and a muffin, then continued toward Kari and Ken’s place.

The drive took me past barns, old and new farms, and then finally down a long, narrow road. It twisted beautifully through the countryside. No houses in sight for a good while—then suddenly, out of nowhere, a closed gate appeared.

As I got closer, I saw two security cameras mounted on metal posts, one on each side of the gate. I rolled down my window and looked into the nearest camera. Before I could say anything, the gate silently opened.

I passed a couple of small ponds before reaching the driveway that ran alongside a large, stunning man-made lake and ended at a white, contemporary mini-mansion. The whole property was surrounded by a meticulously landscaped garden—modern, sculpted, lush. A stone path meandered through it, leading to a gazebo by the water.

Kari and Ken had to be seriously wealthy to live like this.

I was still absorbing the beauty of the place when I noticed the figure standing on the patio in front of the house—Kari, waving at me as I pulled in and parked.

The first thing that caught my eye as I walked toward her was her stunningly athletic figure. She wore a sheer lavender open-front babydoll, matching panties, and heels. Her legs were long and toned, with thighs and calves like a fitness model’s. Her breasts were perfectly round and firm—not massive, but they looked even fuller thanks to her flat stomach and narrow waist.

I’ve never known her actual bra size. I don’t ask ladies or gentlemen about the dimensions of their private parts. If they volunteer, I’ll remember, but I don’t carry a measuring tape around. I know a double D is big, and an A is small. Kari was somewhere in between—definitely not a double D, but much more than an A. Perfectly shaped, with pink areolas and slightly darker, rubbery nipples that looked like they could pop right through her bra when aroused.

Okay—jumping ahead a bit. Obviously, I hadn’t seen her naked yet. But even from where I stood, I could see the smooth tone of her arms, the strength in her shoulders, and her delicate neckline. Her golden hair was swept up in a loose, playful updo. The way the strands shimmered in the sunlight, set against her naturally tanned skin—it was enough to make me dizzy with euphoria.

“Hello, cutie,” she said with a dazzling smile, her perfect teeth flashing as her celestial voice caressed both my ears and every nerve in my body.

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? The one with the prettier sister? Now—picture their stunning, gracefully aged mother.

Her elegant updo, long lashes, a hint of lavender eyeshadow, those ravishing green eyes, pouty lips slick with glossy pink lipstick, and matching nails. Her exquisite hands, her perfume—sweet, spicy, and intoxicating—it all came together to give her this ethereal aura of eroticism.

You think I’m exaggerating?

I’m not. If anything, I’m underselling it.

You already know I’m a sucker for hot, older women. She stood there like some kind of mother-angel-stripper hybrid, that sheer babydoll clinging to her perfect curves, looking like she’d stepped out of a dream and into my very real life. And the way she smiled at me—genuinely delighted to see me—I was done for.

“Hello?” she said again, playfully, tilting her head. “Earth to Leo!”

“Oh! I’m sorry,” I stammered, snapping out of my trance. “It’s me. I mean I’m ... hi. Hello.”

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

“Me?” I mumbled, nerves hijacking my tongue. “Yes. No. Yes?”

Kari gave a soft, melodic laugh that made my heart flutter. She stepped closer, slipped one hand behind my head, and pulled me into her arms. And then—her lips found mine.

I nearly fainted.

Her kiss was immediate and confident. Her tongue stroked my teeth, then slid into my mouth with ease, like it already knew the way.

“Mmm,” she purred, pleased with how I kissed her back.

Her warm breath danced across my skin, and I felt my legs turn to jelly. When she paused and leaned back, I instinctively stepped forward, took hold of her neck, and kissed her again—channeling whatever Hollywood leading man I had buried inside me.

We kissed like we had waited our whole lives for it. In reality, it was probably only a minute—but it felt infinite.

And yes, we were already exchanging saliva. A lot of it. Kari seemed to enjoy filling my mouth with hers, leaving me no choice but to swallow.

I hesitated at first—shy guy, remember?—but eventually I let myself go and returned the gesture, letting a trail of my saliva slip past my lips and into hers.

Her muffled moan was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

I had only ever been with one woman before, and she wasn’t into kissing—at least not like this. No swapping, no mess, no heat. So this? This was new. And it felt natural. I was already hers.

“Oh,” Kari breathed, pulling back again. “You just...”

“Good kisser?”

A deep, confident voice startled me from behind. I turned to see Ken standing there, his presence as commanding as it was inviting.

“I believe we hit the jackpot,” Kari replied, her smile beaming with delight as she glanced at her husband.

“Ken,” the handsome man said, stepping forward to shake my hand. “You must be Leo.”

I nodded, fumbling my words. “Hmm, I hope so. I mean—I’m Leo. Meet you. I mean ... nice to meet you. Very nice meeting you.”

Before I could completely unravel, Ken took hold of my shoulders and gently pulled me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me in a warm, firm embrace, and then—he kissed me on the forehead. It was tender, grounding. Soothing.

Right beside us, Kari slipped her fingers under my chin and tilted my face up. Suddenly, I was looking straight into Ken’s deep brown eyes—piercing, but kind.

And just like that, I had my first physical contact with another man.

A strong, confident, breathtakingly handsome man. Ken radiated calm and strength in equal measure, and his gentleness caught me completely off guard. He looked a bit older than in his pictures—the temples of his thick, dark hair streaked with distinguished gray, like Mister Fantastic.

Think Pierce Brosnan—not slick 007 Brosnan, but the brooding, salt-and-pepper version from The Ghost Writer or The November Man. Only Ken was a bit more muscular. He wore a tight white T-shirt and white shorts that clung to his body like a second skin. Every muscle was visible.

And then there was ... the bulge.

Wow.

I think I blacked out for a second when he lowered his face and kissed me—on the lips. Soft, sure, and tender. I’d always fantasized about being taken by a man, but kissing one? I hadn’t known what I’d feel. But with Ken, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness. Only warmth.

Kari stayed close, her hand still under my chin, the other now gently stroking the back of my head. Her breath tingled against my cheek—then I shuddered when I felt the smooth flick of her tongue on my earlobe.

My legs nearly gave out.

Ken’s strong arms kept me upright. Our bodies pressed together—hard muscle on hard muscle—and it felt ... right. I love the softness of a woman’s embrace, but a man’s? A strong, caring man’s hug? That’s a whole different kind of comfort. A protective stillness.

Daddy-hugs are the best.

Kari’s tongue slowly traced a path up and down my neck as Ken’s tongue explored my mouth, patient and warm.

“Arms up,” Kari whispered behind me.

I obeyed instinctively. She grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and peeled it off over my head.

“Oh my, oh my,” Kari sang in delight. “Look at our cutie’s body. So lean and muscular. Mmm! He didn’t look this defined in the photos.”

Ken broke the kiss, stepping back just enough to yank off his own shirt. His eyes moved over me with approving hunger.

“Fuck yeah, Leo,” he said, grinning. “You work out a lot?”

“Not in—no—yes ... a bit ... some...”

I mumbled a chaotic string of words, tripping over my own tongue.

Ken and Kari burst into laughter—not mocking, but sweet, affectionate. Their eyes never left me, roaming all over my tight, trembling body with open hunger.

“What’s your body fat percentage, if you don’t mind me asking?” Ken said, his deep voice tinged with what felt like fatherly pride.

“Twelve percent,” I answered, with a humble little smirk.

Ken grinned. “I love it. I can lift you up, toss you around, and pound that sweet ass like a fucking gorilla—knowing you won’t break into pieces. I’m gonna bulldoze you with my fucking dick, kiddo.”

Oof. That sounded like a promise.

“Jesus Christ, Ken!” Kari gasped, practically squirming. “The boy’s gonna melt if you keep talking like that! I mean—fuck, I’m melting too!”

She wasn’t wrong. My face flushed hot red. Sweat dotted my brow. Just picturing Ken’s thick, sculpted body slamming into me—his cock stretching me open, owning me—made my legs weak. I knew he was going to wreck me and I couldn’t wait. My mind was already spiraling.