Chapter 4
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Freja and I lie n***d in her bed with huge grins on our faces, listening to her reggae playlist bounce in the smoky air. We are both extremely chilled out by the after-effects of good w**d and even better s*x.
I'm startled by a big, heavy thump on my belly. I recoil like I've been punched in the gut.
What is that?!?
"Arvid!! Din jävla…!!!" Freja loudly scolds a fat, orange ball of fur that quickly scrambles down the side of the bed and across the room to hide under a table.
"Sorry! Arvid, my Sadie cat!" Freja looks at me sheepishly, clearly embarrassed.
"He know better! Arvid like hiding." she apologizes sincerely.
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.
"Sadie, meet Stella. Stella meet Sadie." 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 Guy's curious voice calls through the wooden door, "Sadie? Freja? Are you in here?"
I look over at Freja and she gestures for him to enter.
"Come in, Guy!" I call back in a loud inviting voice.
The door shoves open and Guy 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 my hubby right now: both of us buck-a*s n***d listening to reggae, smoking w**d, chasing a herd of cats around the room.
"Looks like you guys are having quite the welcoming party," Guy 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 Guy and I a long look in complete silence then bursts out laughing. Her loud laughter builds into an uproarious howl, bordering on uncomfortable.
Guy 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?" Guy finally asks inquisitively after our giggle fest has died down.
I look over at him teasingly. "Oh, I dunno. Two hot chicks alone, n***d and ready to f**k? It's a brainteaser for sure," I joke.
"Bring that smart mouth over here," my husband 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 c**k straining against the fabric of his pants.
Freja's eyes widen in pleasure as I join Guy, 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 p***s.
The Swedish beauty is clearly aroused and hops onto the bed to watch us from a better angle while she masterfully fingers her p***y.
"Look at Freja, Guy. 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 l**t, 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 p***y, 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 c*m!" Guy groans as he shoots a load of his hot fluid down my throat, his p***s throbbing with every squirt.
I swallow, reveling in his taste, l*****g 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 Guy, 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' p***y.
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