"Ok, let's go." I shouldered my backpack, turned and set off down the path.
I heard my husband Jack say to Karla, "After you" and they both started to follow.
And off we went, a happy threesome, for a day walking around some of the hills and valleys of south Wales. It was summer, sunny, and we all seemed excited and invigorated. If someone had told me at the start of the day just how happy a threesome we were going to become later, I wouldn't have believed it. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The part of the story where we're all lying naked together in the sun, spent and satisfied, having all climaxed several times? Well, that comes soon enough, but let's start the story back at the beginning...
So with Jack at the back and Karla behind me, I led us down the path out of the village and set off along the riverside. I'd chosen a walk up from the village of Pontnedd where we were staying, to see some of the nearby waterfalls, valleys and hills in the Brecon Beacons. It was late summer, and the school holidays had finished, so our mid-week break meant we expected to see almost no-one until we returned to the village.
Jack and I had been married for 3 wonderful years. I seemed to love him more as the years passed, and since we both enjoyed all kinds of outdoor activities like hiking, biking, swimming or anything physical, I'd planned this short trip for us to have some time just together, away from work or friends. But then an old friend I'd made on a school exchange to Norway a decade ago had moved to London for a year for work, so I thought I should offer to show her what Britain was like outside the cities. We had been very close on exchange trips at school, and though I didn't really know her that well anymore, I'd decided it would be fine. So we'd travelled together and arrived in a nice pub hotel the night before.
It was a surprisingly hot day, so we were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts. I love it when Jack wears his walking shorts; they're stretch fabric and quite tight. Later I wanted to walk behind him for a while, but at the start of the walk he'd only get lost, so I was in front with the map. I was a bit shocked by Karla's appearance though. I'm tall and slim, and normally feel pretty good about myself and my looks, but next to her I thought I looked like a stick. Big boobs, round bottom, golden hair, and pigtails for god's sake! Was she trying to impress Jack? Or do Norwegians just dress like that? Anyway, I would get Jack alone later, and we're so much in love that it didn't really matter how Karla looked.
Fortunately my mind soon switched back to the walk. It was lovely countryside, and we chatted about various things as we walked upstream along the riverbank for an hour or so. As the land rose, the river became fast-moving with occasional cascades, and we began to get views of the hills in the distance. The path then led into a narrow gorge and we came to a waterfall, not huge but still two or three times as tall as me, with a lot of water coming over.
"Looks like a path leads behind it." Jack said, and walked towards the narrow gap between the water and rock wall behind. Sure enough, with a bit of a shower from the spray, he vanished behind the waterfall.
"Come on in." he shouted. "Room for three!"
We followed, first me then Karla. There was not much space behind, no real cave or anything. But enough that we could stand together, looking out through the falling water, hidden.
"It's beautiful." I said, gazing through the falling cascade to the sunlit river. Jack was slightly damp from the drops, and pressed against me, with Karla pressed against my other side. I could feel Jack's strong chest against mine, and I couldn't help it, I wrapped a hand around his firm bum. "Shame there's not more room" I said wistfully, squeezing his buttock a little bit. That's all it takes to get Jack turned on and soon I was regretting it. I knew exactly what he was thinking about now. He moved his hand across me and stroked my tummy.
"He can't really be thinking about having sex in here?" I thought. "But I know he is." Sure enough, his hand was creeping up towards one of my boobs.
Then, to my great embarrassment, Karla realised what was happening, and said "I will look at the waterfall from the outside now perhaps." She smiled at me in a way that made me think she was a bit envious, and left us. Jack moved closer to face me and tried to kiss me.
"No way." I hissed. "Forget it. Too wet, too cramped and Karla is just there. You'll have to wait." I marched out to join Karla as fast as possible. Jack took a few moments to follow, but he needed that to cool off a bit. Soon he walked out too, looking somewhat deflated.
A moment or two later, all of us were looking back at the waterfall.
"Pretty amazing place," I said. "What's Norwegian for cave, Karla?"
"Hule."
"Hole?"
"No, hule. 'h-oo-l'." Karla tried to emphasise the pronunciation.
"I think 'hole' sounds better though..."
Jack started to look at me in his funny way, guessing what was coming. I know it's childish but I do love simple, slightly rude jokes. Innuendo and slapstick. All that kind of innocent fun. It's never really funny to anyone else but luckily Jack thinks it makes me sexier, in a cute kind of way.
"...you were starting to think about a 'hole' too weren't you, Jack?" I tried to whisper but it seemed that Karla heard me. Jack just smiled, sighed, and walked on.
Karla sighed too. "Ah, the famous bad British sex jokes. I have come to understand them, and your toilet humour, just a little since coming to London. You are a nation of children sometimes..." She spoke in almost perfect but beautifully accented English.
We walked on for a while, and slowly emerged out of the valley toward the hills.
"Look, a kestrel." I stopped and pointed at the hovering bird on the hillside ahead. "Do you have those in Norway Karla?"
"I don't know that word," said Karla "but we have a bird called a 'falk' which looks quite similar."
"You don't have a bird called a 'fuck'!" I sniggered.
