Threesome s*x, Volume 1: Two Girls And A Guy

Chapter 1-1

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Sweden is celebrated around the world for being a pioneer of LGBT rights and I was thrilled to finally be visiting the place. For years my friends had been telling me that attending Stockholm Pride Festival is a must for my bucket list. Although I was going to be there during the winter and would therefore, unfortunately, miss the summer festival, I was nonetheless very excited for my upcoming trip. My husband Guy and I are musicians and were going to be touring Scandinavian countries for the next few weeks. An adventure I welcomed, as Scandis’ are lauded for their progressive ideals, liberal s****l attitudes, and warm hospitality. Before I'd left the US, I'd had a girls' night out with my friends and they'd jokingly warned me I'd be driven mad with l**t by "some of the most beautiful creatures on the globe."

"Knowing you, Sadie, I bet you'll hookup with a hot girl in your first twenty four hours," my friend Jen had teased me, nursing her scotch whiskey.

I'd written her off, thinking she was exaggerating due to the strong spirits we'd all, a little too excessively, imbibed that evening.

Not to say I'm a prude sexually. In fact, I'd even consider myself to be somewhat of a nymphomaniac. But nothing could have prepared me for this trip.

We'd arrived in Stockholm the night before and I had the entire day off for some "me" time. I'd booked a spa day at the 5 star hotel we'd splurged on while my husband Guy spent the day sightseeing and meeting up with an old high school buddy that'd moved to Sweden a few years back.

As I leisured in the upscale spa for the afternoon, I removed my robe and settled into a comfy position on the massage table. Relaxing music played softly and I could already smell the wondrous assortment of oils permeating the room.

Heaven.

After a delightful morning of pampering in the salon, and a scrumptious vegan lunch on the top floor restaurant with a panoramic view of the entire city, I was already melting into a gooey puddle of contentment. To top it all off, my masseuse Liv gave me the royal treatment, making my body sing in bliss.

My friend's predictions had been right. Stockholm didn't disappoint. I was feeling the city's good vibes, for sure.

Little did I know that my day up to this point was just an appetizer.

I floated down a sleek hallway and entered the heavy door leading to the sauna. A wall of steam hit my face, flooding my vision temporarily. I took a deep breath in to adjust to the heavy air, opening my eyes to find a seat in the hazy space.

Two rows of wooden slats formed benches that lined the small room in a square shape. The steamy sauna smelled of cedar wood, evergreen essential oils and was almost empty.

Almost.

Cue the delicious entree.

Sprawled across one row of benches were two of the hottest women I'd ever seen, completely nude. They lay on their towels, not even slightly uncomfortable by the fact that a complete stranger was seeing them in all of their bare glory.

Wow. Jen was right about Europeans being very open sexually, I thought, remembering my friend's parting words.

Both young women had blonde hair swept up in a ponytail: scented oils mixed in with their sweat, coating their long, lean bodies in a thin sheen that glimmered in the mist.

I guessed by the relaxed expressions on their faces that they'd also experienced Liv the masseuse's magic fingers earlier.

They both looked up from their blissful daze through the steam and I flashed them a brief friendly smile before I walked to the adjacent bench. Once I picked my spot and laid out my towel, I began to remove my thick white robe.

I was glad that I've adhered to such a vigorous fitness routine of yoga, pilates, and weights in the gym because I could feel their eyes following every movement of my slim figure and caramel-colored curves as I allowed my robe to drop to the floor.

They were clearly very fit, and much younger than I, but even so, my thirty-something body didn't look a day older than theirs.

"Swedish women will blow your mind, Sadie…" I could hear my friend Jen telling me, knowing my proclivity for European women.

Yes, my mind raced, but the only thing it could think about was how wet my p***y was getting, and how incredibly hot these two completely nude strangers were, inches away from me.

Thank god for steam, I thought, as I looked down at my towel. They'll have no idea just how wet they've made me.

I glanced over at the two friends, surprised to see they were still looking at me. No, not looking, staring. Very directly: at my exotic dark features, my puffy mane of mixed-girl curls, my rosy brown n*****s, my cleanly shaven mound.

They were taking in every detail of my golden brown body, clearly with no intention of looking away.

The woman lounging nearest me must've noticed me returning the admiring stare. She parted her thighs a bit more, leaving nothing to the imagination, and patted the bench next to her. Before I could remove my appreciative gaze from the tight pink slit between her legs, she made eye contact with me and said in a pouty tone, "do you want to share our bench?"

Are they hitting on me? Is this what Swedish women are like? I thought in disbelief. Do they just hook-up with a random stranger they meet in a sauna?

"Um, yes. That would be great," I replied quickly before they changed their minds. I couldn't help but remember all the stories I'd heard about how sexually free Europeans are, especially in the more liberal cities.

Could this even be possible? I asked myself, eager to test the waters with my new friends.

I grabbed my towel and sat down next to the two women, hoping to prove my friend's hypothesis true. And even though I knew a hypothesis could never fully be proven as fact, I was sure as hell gonna try.

"My name is Sadie," I offered as I allowed my gaze to greedily scan the woman nearer me. She couldn't have been more than in her early twenties and was clearly affluent; lash extensions, short manicured fingernails, stylishly highlighted hair, a small diamond necklace around her slender neck.

I felt a stirring between my legs as I settled on her n*****s. I licked my lips as I thought about putting my mouth on them. They were slightly upturned and puffy, perfectly suckable.

"I'm Astrid. This is my best friend Hanna," she replied in a thick accent, resting her hand on my thigh as she spun to face me a bit more, allowing me a better view of both n*****s.

"Nice to meet you Astrid…and Hanna," I muttered, distracted by the perky breasts inches from my face.

Nice to meet you, too, Sadie. Very nice to meet you."

Astrid slowly ran her slender hand up my thigh, delicately tracing the silky skin of my toned abdomen muscles and eventually settling on one of my full breasts. She cupped it with her full open palm, then started squeezing it in a massaging motion, kneading the oils and sweat into my pores.

Mmmmmmmmm.

I leaned in and kissed her, lightly sticking my tongue in her mouth. She tasted of mint and strawberries, like the smoothie they offered in the restaurant.

Astrid and I started kissing each other hungrily now, and I used both hands to rub her shapely breasts. Her friend Hanna was clearly feeling left out and moved closer to me to join in on the fun. I felt two hands massage my neck and shoulders as I continued to play with Astrid's bosom.

She paused our kiss to give her companion a look over my shoulder, communicating something unspoken. Astrid's attractive features were soaked in l**t as her gaze returned to my aroused body. She placed her hand on my chest and gently guided me into a seated position between the two best friends.

I was the brown meat in the middle of a Swedish sandwich.

Astrid and Hanna knelt over my breasts, each friend claiming one as their own. I watched with rapt attention they simultaneously sucked, licked, tickled and flicked my n*****s, causing them to harden despite the heat of the steamy room.

They seemed to be very skilled teammates and were determined to make me experience much more than just a Swedish massage during my visit to the spa.

As a choreographed team, both of the blonde heads started to travel downwards. I could feel two sets of lips slowly kissing and sucking their way down to the wetness between my legs.

I opened my thighs to allow them access as I felt a slim finger pry my labia apart, then slowly slip into my slick folds. My head tilted back and a deep moan escaped my throat as I felt a warm tongue touch me down there. I lost track of where their fingers and tongues began and where I ended as they explored my wet depths.

My body felt hijacked, paralyzed by pleasure as shockwaves pulsated up through my center. The best friends were busy touching me in ways I'd only heard about in naughty stories told over too much whiskey on our girls' nights out. Stuff I thought my friends back home were making up to satisfy our dirty minds before we returned to the real world of "adulting”.

Astrid and Hanna rested their heads between my legs, alternating between kissing each other and my open slit. Sometimes I could feel them combining their kisses while eating my willing wetness - when one of their tongues was buried in me, I could feel it meet the other's through the sensitive walls of my v****a. The two young women's saliva and my juices mixed together as their tongues danced furiously across my swollen lips and nub. Astrid and Hanna's fingers started to rub me more aggressively as well, fingering my p***y until I was left aching for relief. I felt like I was going to erupt with desire and felt short of breath...my need for them was so acute. The two beauties continued rubbing and sucking; fingers, lips and tongues teasing my willing cunt to heights I could hardly contain.

Captive to this gorgeous twosome, I opened my mouth to warn them I was about to c*m, but only a tortured moan managed to escape my lips.

My torso shuddered in c****x as electric waves of ecstasy slammed my body. Warmth spread up from between my legs, coursing all the way up to flush my face. I felt my toes curl then release as I came - Astrid and Hanna lapping up my wetness with slow, savoring licks.

My ragged breathing slowed as my eyelashes fluttered open to see the two best friends engaged in a passionate kiss, apparently just getting warmed up.

Goddamn. Swedish women are unreal, my mind was racing, still recovering from the sweet intensity of my o****m.

I'm never one to pass up on a second course, I thought as I watched their lithe bodies grinding together erotically in the steamy air. A smirk crossed my lips as I sat up, ready to get tag teamed again.

I'm jarred from my arousing reverie of yesterday's escapade by my husband Guy whisper-yelling in my ear, "do you think we're almost there yet?"

Startled, I shake my head to get my bearings.

"Ummm, I dunno," I utter over the clanking of a noisy pickup truck engine as we lumber along a bumpy snow-covered road. I'm pretty sure Guy didn't hear my response.

I'm lodged between him and a genial old farmer who kind of looks like Santa Claus. He's generously volunteered to chauffeur us to our next destination. The sponsor family that's hosting our stay for the next two nights lives in a tiny rural farmstead outside of a very small village in Sweden. It's so tiny it doesn't even have a hotel. That's where we're headed next and the local farmer, who goes simply by "Farmer Sven", knows the way to the remote address.

My husband Guy pulls out his phone and attempts to refresh his Google Maps app. "My GPS is going haywire, Sadie. I think we're close?" He whisper-yells again as he runs a hand through his dark blonde hair and shrugs with a tired smile.

We left Stockholm early this morning and now we're out in the middle of nowhere in rural Sweden. Surrounded by nothing but marshmallow snowdrifts and evergreen trees that are more white than green under the heavy blanket of precipitation.