A note to readers:
This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.
Chapter 25 – Meeting The Danish Mistress. Martial Arts Practice
Mark
Saturday about noon, the helicopter we'd used the prior day landed at the helipad near the house. Elsa ran out to meet it, reflexively ducking down as she neared the beast while the blades were turning. She was smartly dressed in sport clothes and jeweled flip-flops. She got inside, and the bird took off again. The helicopter moved out to sea and then passed overhead at a much higher altitude as it headed towards the airport.
About an hour later, I heard the fup-fup-fup of the helicopter again as I lay reading beside the pool. Melanie was next to me, her nude body slathered with suntan lotion and her generous breasts gleaming in the bright sunlight. Every few minutes, I would reach over and smooth her breasts, sliding around in the lotion but also making her nipples become erect. I loved the feel of them, especially the erect nipples against my palm that she could sustain for hours on end with my help. Of course, every now and then I'd just have to see whether her slit was moist, and so I'd instead run an errant finger in the folds of her warm slit. Whenever I did, Melanie would emit a sexual moan that pleased me. Occasionally, she'd crank an eye open and look at me with a smile and then I'd have a hand fondle my cock and balls for a few seconds, just to get even I assumed.
I rose and pulled on the swim trunks I'd tossed on the ground before I'd lain down to make love to Melanie. Mel squinted one eye open and smiled at me. She said, "I love you. Thank you." I guess the thank you was for making love with her. I should be the one thanking her.
I walked gingerly down the flagstone path to the helipad, just as the large craft made its approach from the ocean and settled gracefully onto the manicured grass. The engine was cut, and immediately the rotors started to slow.
As the main rotor came to a stop, the passenger door opened, and a man jumped out. He put a stool on the ground for the other passengers to use. Elsa appeared next, and then Brita Jean Thorson. My heart actually jumped for joy, first at seeing Elsa – a prime object of my affection, and then at the presence of Brita – a new love in my life.
I strode down to the aircraft across the manicured lawn. "Brita. I'm so glad you could come."
The older blonde turned and broke into a large smile. "Mark, I wouldn't have missed this for the world, especially after Elsa told me about all the extracurricular activities everyone is and will be engaged in."
Brita and I kissed, and then really engaged in several serious kisses that were more reminiscent of the kisses we'd shared the two nights we'd spent together a couple of weeks earlier when I'd been in Denmark buying into her pharmaceuticals business.
As we parted, Brita teased, "Why you kiss almost as well as Elsa does."
Beside us, Elsa broke into a guffaw and blushed.
I said, "Oh, really! I take it the two of you had a good introduction?"
Brita teased, "Elsa welcomed me with great aplomb. I felt instantly welcomed and part of your fold." She put an arm out and pulled Elsa in closer to join in the group hug. The two women kissed, and it was a serious and tender kiss laden with passion right in front of me.
Brita looked around after the kiss. "This place is fabulous. Elsa told me all about it at the airport while my luggage was being transferred, and on the ride. She already has dozens of photos on her iPhone so I've seen some of the views. I must see the main house, and then I have to get out of these clothes and into some swim wear."
Elsa told her, "Most of us are nude out by the pool. That's considered appropriate swimwear around this place."
Brita smirked and looked over at a man and woman who were her security and bodyguards. They were talking with Lucas who had come down to also welcome the helicopter.
Brita said, "They've seen me nude before. I hope it's a treat for them. I've told them to enjoy it, and even offered a closer relationship, but they've been quite reserved. I also told them it was fine with me if they wanted a relationship between each other."
Elsa chuckled, "Well, my sister and I are still working on Lucas. You may see us flirting to great excess with him. We love to tease him, and if he plundered our bodies with his, we'd be ecstatic."
Brita chuckled. The three of us walked up to the house arm-in-arm as Brita's security staff also handled her luggage. Elsa pointed out a few things along the way, including the firing range where she said she'd be taking lessons the following day. I fixed Brita a margarita while Elsa gave her a tour of the house, and showed her to her room. I heard her explaining about the bedtime rotations as well. The chart sat on a sideboard in the dining area of the house. I noticed the inner circle had been rotated to indicate the new bedtime partners for the coming evening.
Brita and Elsa reappeared five minutes later. Brita was topless, wearing a thong bikini on her trim lower half. Danish women were so sexy. She came up to me, rubbed her breasts against me until her nipples were erect, kissed me, and then took the drink out of my hand. She teased, "Lead me to the pool."
Brita created a stir at the pool area. Everyone else was there waiting to meet her. Introductions took fifteen minutes, mostly because Brita decided that total nudity was better than the thong she'd started to wear, and that her breasts needed to stroke the person she was meeting in a sexy way to cement in the new friendship. I laughed as she did her sexy ritual with the first few men. Everyone loved it. The looks on their faces proved Brita enjoyed her teasing, flirting, and ability to shock the opposite sex ... or the same sex for that matter.
After introductions, Brita allowed me to escort her down the terraced steps to the private beach. Once there, we waded into the Pacific Ocean until we were deep enough to dive into the gentle undulating waves. We laughed and commented on how freshening the water made us feel. Few Danes swam in the sea around their country due to near freezing temperatures any time of year.
Brita came up to me and gave me a hug, "Have you been fucking everything in sight since you got back?" Her tone was both curious and teasing.
I laughed, "Yes, of course. I told you I was a man slut."
"And today, did you save some of yourself for me?"
