A Norwegian Lesson
"Ok, let's go." My wife Anne shouldered her backpack, turned and set off down the path.
I turned to Karla, smiled, and with a wave of my hand said, "After you."
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 I'd known at the start of the day just how happy a threesome we were going to become later, I would have been even more excited. 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 Anne in the lead and Karla next, I followed as we took the path out of the village and set off along the riverside. We'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.
Anne and I had been married for 3 fantastic years. She loved all kinds of outdoor activities, so hiking, biking, swimming or anything physical attracted her; this holiday and this walk were both her ideas, though I loved the same things. But for this trip, she'd invited a friend she'd made on a school exchange to Norway a decade earlier, and kept in touch with. Karla had moved to London for a year for work, so Anne had offered to show her what Britain was like outside the cities. We'd taken a short break 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. Anne's tall, willowy and athletic figure was one I was always liked walking behind, though today it was partly blocked by Karla walking between us, who was more classically feminine, medium height and all curves. In fact, today she'd gone for what I thought of as the 'full Scandinavian' look - her blond hair in pigtails, a touch of blue eyeshadow to highlight her eye colour, and a short white top which revealed little patches of tanned skin around her slim waist.
But despite that, my mind really wasn't on the figures of the women in front of me. 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." I 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, I could get behind the waterfall.
"Come on in." I shouted. "Room for three!"
The other two followed, first Anne 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.
"Beautiful" said Anne, gazing through the falling cascade to the sunlit river. She was slightly damp from the drops, and pressed against me, with Karla pressed against her. I could feel Anne's breasts against my chest, as her hand wrapped itself around my bum. "Shame there's not more room" she said wistfully, squeezing my buttock a little bit. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I moved my hand across her and stroked her tummy.
"There would be room if it was just the two of us." I thought. "I'd find a way." I started to move my hand up towards Anne's breast.
Karla had obviously tuned into the sexual nature of Anne and my thoughts. "I will look at the waterfall from the outside now perhaps," she said, smiling slightly, and left us. I moved closer to face Anne so I could kiss her.
"No way." muttered Anne. "Forget it. Too wet, too cramped and Karla is just there. You'll have to wait." She followed Karla out. Left alone for a moment with my rapidly dampening ardour, I walked out too, feeling somewhat deflated.
A moment or two later, all of us were looking back at the waterfall.
"Pretty amazing place," said Anne. "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..."
"Uh-o" I thought, "this sounds like one of Anne's favourite innuendo jokes coming..." Though really, I loved her sense of humour. She mostly liked jokes that were slightly rude puns and wordplay, which always just made her seem more innocent and sexier to me.
"...you were starting to think about a 'hole' too weren't you, Jack?" I could almost hear the quotation marks. I 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." Anne 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'!" sniggered Anne.
