From Norway with love

[BDJ]

I'm sorry, I meant to say "along with my own wife." I hope this wasn't a Freudian slip!
BDJ

[Chrislydi]

First of all thank you N for taking the time and trouble to add a little light on proceedings as well as clear up some misunderstandings on my part.
That there can be almost an unspoken telepathy between intimate spouses is hardly unusual or particularly surprising, with each knowing exactly their partners thoughts and motivations backwards. With this in mind and the memory of the Norwegian sojourn and aftermath still fresh in the memory, it does seem more than likely that N knew exactly what to leave and how best to stoke L's latent desires.

I hope you'll contribute your thoughts again at a later stage, as the different perspective adds greatly to our understanding of the driving motivations behind the events. (well at least my understanding ).

Chris.

[aaardvarky]

Chris, L tells me that N is sending you a big hug, and says all is forgiven as you have responded to her posting so well! She says that, after L & Lars, you are her favourite!

[aaardvarky]

5.

A huge thankyou to N for her post. It was most illuminating in the way she suggested (unless they wish it) men should not see themselves as victims of their wives infidelities, but as chosen recipients of an erotic gift. To do that it seems that the default instinct of loss and jealousy should be suppressed, opening the opportunity to live new experiences that come to the disempowered.

His hedge is looking neat, cuttings swept away, and L is sitting alone in the kitchen with a glass of real ale. Droplets of sweat tumble from his brow whilst his mind goes to the thoughts he has been trying to suppress. Where is N now? Have they arrived at their destination? Where are they staying and what is it like? What are they saying to each other? What might they be doing?

In a previous post L spoke of N’s departure as travelling the other side of the moon away from radio contact, time suspended. At these thoughts his chest tightens and his breathing becomes shallow. His mind ranges over possibilities. He imagines them on the plane together, N’s head against Lars’ shoulder. They walk hand in hand to the arrivals lounge, pulling their suitcases behind them. They are booking into the hotel, a receptionist’s eyebrow raises with knowing smiles at the sight of their different addresses. In their room, N carefully removes ‘the dress’ to place it safely on a hanger whilst Lars releases his tie. He then sees N turn over the bed cover to reveal fresh sheets.

At this point his imaginings stop. He seeks to avoid overload, but mostly wants to take time to savour what will follow, reserving it for erotic and tantalising pleasure. Inadvertently he opens the kitchen laptop to check his emails. There is a new message.

[Chrislydi]

Thank you once again N and especially for showing such generosity of spirit.

Well aaardvarsky what can I say? This is such a deliciously enticing appetiser it's whetted mine for the main course to follow. I feel L's mental torture is his heaven, just what he most enjoys and exactly what fuels his levels of excitement and anticipation while he waits for those precious little snippets of correspondence to come. You describe them so perfectly, to L this must be like nectar from the gods. All in all a lovely introductory piece to their Algarve adventure.

Chris.

[aaardvarky]

Dear L,
Were you troubled by my leaving without saying a proper goodbye? I thought the intensity of our lovemaking would have informed you of the imminence of my departure with Oly.

Knowing that he was booked on the early flight to Faro, I decided to rise at dawn to give him breakfast, and things snowballed from there. A flight check revealed a seat available at a give-way price, and with only one taxi fare and someone to help lift my case into the overhead locker, it seemed like the perfect chance to get away. On the flight an isle separated us, but his frequent glances formed a sexual tension between us that I am sure was noticed by the flight attendants.

The hotel is quite special. Our room overlooks the pool and gardens, with a short walk to a private beach.

Now, I know that you will be wondering what we did when we arrived. If you are reading this downstairs, go straight to our bedroom and strip, for I want you to enjoy what transpired as much as I did.

Are you there yet? Do you feel anxious? Maybe you should. Read on.

Oly undid the tie he insists on wearing when travelling, throwing it across a chair, then retrieving it. He approached, walking me backwards to the wall and taking both wrists, he pinned and bound my arms above my head and pressed his lips to mine to form a deep kiss. For a moment I could hardly breathe, partly from a lack of air, and partly from the sudden surge of excitement that suffused my body. Standing in front of me, he lifted the hem of my dress and with his free fingers removed my underwear, exposing me from my waist. He then searched out my clitoris with his tongue. I was deliciously helpless to resist, not that resistance entered my mind. Gradually, I felt the rising force of my imminent climax, and he felt it too, his body pushing my buttocks further against the wall and his lips pressed firmly against my vulva. Suddenly it arrived. It was a rolling spasm that started in the centre of my pubis, spreading throughout my body, down my legs and up to my breasts. My knees gave way with a jerk and I collapsed against him in ecstatic pleasure so profound as to reshape my being.

I do hope that you have not found my account too harrowing? I wanted you to feel it as if you were present. I expect this message has placed you exactly where you want and need to be - to see what I see, to feel what I feel, and to experience what I experience in the shared aftermath of my pleasure.

Our bed is yet to be slept in, but I am sure that when it is, I will have much more to tell you. By the way, Oly has been asking me about ‘the dress’. He has suggested that we should plan something special that we can share with you. Now do you see exactly why I love you both?

With love, N

[Chrislydi]

For me there almost seemed a visceral quality to the description of that first orgasm, a shiver that starts slowly and builds or the smouldering embers of a fire rekindled within that Lars intimate contact fires into life. The heat builds and the flames start to flicker, their intensity building towards the explosion of fireworks as that shiver transforms into something far more, sending N's body into convulsions while her legs go weak and give way.

We knew N would hardly leave L hanging for long, the intensity of their final lovemaking had sent all the right signals, in his heart L knew what was right and what had to happen. Then the dress once again takes centre stage, that symbolic representation of the eternal triangle, that special bond of love that unites them all. Finally of course there's the hotel with their room overlooking the pool and gardens, and the nearby private beach making the setting perfect, a Portuguese idyll for the ages and the next stage of their shared journey has begun.

Beautiful writing as ever, thank you aaardvarsky,

Chris.

[aaardvarky]

7.

N had never previously desired nor considered the prospect of having her wrists bound - to experience the excitement of having her movement restricted - her body taken consensually, but with passion and force. Her moment of surrender had resonance with their day by the lake when Lars had instructed her to straddle him. It produced a similar experience - that of claiming and being claimed, seizing control whilst surrendering power. The dynamic flowed in both directions simultaneously, elevating their pleasure and determining their climaxes. At this moment their climaxes were excruciating - eruptions of a force that bridged the time since their last love-making in Vestland, that built on their hurried sex before L had returned home on Friday evening, captured their in-flight flirting, and controversially, satiated unfulfilled desires whilst sleeping apart the previous night in London.

When Lars came he delved deeply into N, as far as was possible, as if this must consummate their togetherness for all time. His climax started with a shudder and ended with repeated, almost painful slashes of ripping orgasmic pleasure. N realised that she was both the subject and object of his total focus and obsessive possession. It was a shared orgasm like no other. It injected and transferred their hormones and DNA, tuning them like duetists, their voices melding into one sound.

Now in writing about the experience to L, N had captured their physical connection to perfection; but noticeably failed to account the emotional significance of the event. It was as if she was hiding from her new reality, unable to share this most significant aspect of her connection with Lars. Was this because she couldn’t bear to describe its totality, or to spare L its consequence? Either way, that which is now described, was not shared; nor after the moment the ‘send mail’ button was pressed could it ever be. Does its absence from the text inform us that N was in danger of sinking out of her depth with Lars, in which her playful articulation had hit a deeper spiritual barrier?

L had acted as instructed. He returned to their room, pulling back the duvet where it had been left that morning, and he lay naked on their bed. Whilst reading of their sexual passion, his response was more emotional than physical. He stared at the screen, slowly reading N’s words and imagining the scene, especially that of N’s climax, from which he had been excluded. Without touching, a sudden familiar feeling came over him, recognised too late to be delayed, and he came with a shudder that mirrored the moment described by N. Too late to move, his stream of semen hit the upright lid of his laptop, at which he peered with fascination, loss and disbelief.

[antidote2909]

Fantastic... Keep writing, this is really enjoyable.

[Chrislydi]

That was a gloriously intense consummation of their passion, and as we've come to expect from you, superbly described. It was like a building wave that starts so imperceptibly small, just a faint ripple and yet by the time it breaks near the shore has reached tidal proportions. L had enough sent to make him respond so spectacularly and in such an erotic fashion without even touching. N knows precisely what to send him, no more and no less than will give him the maximum pleasure without the unnecessary disturbing thoughts.

Chris

[BDJ]

What resonated with me most was the concept of surrender interjected into that most passionate and intimate act. It implies that she was not only giving up to her lover but willingly crossing a boundary of restraint that L had come to expect from her. He even reinforces this by noting she did not include her emotional response to the act.

Cuckold, a term, I'm not sure L would feel comfortable with, still describes his mental state in being able to cum from just reading of her account of being taken in such a manner.

How will they both react to its intrusion into their relationship? The thought is sweet agony for those of us who have already experienced it.

[Chrislydi]

'N had captured their physical connection to perfection; but noticeably failed to account the emotional significance of the event. It was as if she was hiding from her new reality, unable to share this most significant aspect of her connection with Lars. Was this because she couldn’t bear to describe its totality, or to spare L its consequence?'

For me this paragraph or should I say question was answered in my mind by the knowledge that N knows what L can take, what will be good for him to know now, and what might only make him intensely worried and serve little purpose. What has happened can't be changed and perhaps an emotional bridge has been crossed and perhaps the nature of future relationships changed, but is there a need for L to know now?

N knows how best to treat her man left in London, she's given him what he needs and not what he doesn't need to know now.

[john jasson]

Aaardvarky. I am indebted to BDJ for directing me to your story. I haven’t had a great deal of time available for reading or writing here just lately, but I am honoured to have read the first few chapters of your exquisite story now, and I feel compelled to leave a note of thanks to you.

The phrasing, the pacing, the construction and the wonderful exhilaration edged with melancholy that you weave between your characters, and around their exploits, is pure oxygen to the avid linguaphile. I adore stories that bring the feelings behind the actions out of the shadows and into the light, and this is clearly your forte.

It is astounding and, to a degree, reassuring that our species, responsible for so much abhorrence in the world, is simultaneously capable of creating work of such beauty and poignancy.

I will continue to enjoy the remainder of your composition as opportunity permits. The world you create on the barren page is three dimensional - at least. Your style is very special indeed. Sepia. Yes. The perfect descriptor.

[aaardvarky]

8.

It is one of those pearly-white mornings, sunlight streaming in from the balcony, birdsong from the garden, and below, a lone figure vacuuming the bottom of the pool. Lars reaches out, sliding his arm across N’s breasts, and rests his torso against her outer thigh. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her shoulder, and a silky damp contact where their bodies touch.Their early morning intimacy had been one of love making rather than sex, so different from the intensity of the previous evening - both of them taking time, searching out each other’s pleasure triggers, and Lars working them with skill until they attained their objective, securing for N ripples of pleasure that tightened both her cervix and her heart. An aura of gentle energy now envelops them, as if radiating from ‘the dress’ which, on its hanger, drapes the head of their four poster bed.

L wakes to the sound of rain, adding to his sense of isolation, the only sound being the quarterly strike of the hall clock. He opens his laptop, but as expected, there is no mail. He pictures N’s first night with Lars, knowing that her previous message described only an aperitif to events that must follow. He pictures their intimacy whilst experiencing a pain-inducing perverse pleasure from the fact of his exclusion and deprivation. This morning he visualises N relaxed, enjoying the normality of their coupledom. It intrigues him. He imagines being present as they enter the dining room, a waiter showing them to their table. Lars’ arm is behind N’s waist, escorting her to a seat, which he offers whilst brushing his lips on the back of her neck. Other early risers look on intrigued, seeing a handsome couple brimming with sexual energy. Someone at L’s imaginary table would say to him, ‘Look at them, I bet they are honeymooning, just see the way they look at each other’.

He attempts to access further into his fantasy, picturing their conversation as they lean towards each other, imagining their casual touching, the back of a hand against an arm, fingertips against a cheek, a palm pressed against the fabric of an outer thigh. He strives to feel their desire, the impulsion that is designed take N from his orbit and control, that will deliver her into the arms of her lover, whereupon N will disappear into hidden, secret places of intensity and passion beyond his imagining.

In their postcoital moment during which Lars rests, N allows her mind to float back to L and their London home, wondering how he is dealing with her absence, and reflecting on the stark difference between her last 24 hours and what she suspects to have been his. Whether out of love, or guilt at what she had failed to share in her message, she pictures L’s face, seeking to generate a connection of invisible energy through which to bestow a glimpse of moments intended to drive his imagination. She asks herself if this will excite him as she intends, seeking to spin threads of frustration and fascination, allowing him a solitary momentary relief.

Her presence pervades L’s being. His picture of her walking into the distance with Lars diffuses, replaced by an image of her standing before him. She extends an arm, he reaches out to touch her - at which the image dissolves like that of a spirit. In its place a new picture emerges. It is that of a dress, shimmering with translucent energy in morning light, hanging in splendour from the back of a bed.

[Chrislydi]

It's the contrast between the reality and the angst filled visions of L that capture my attention. It would take a wife with N's intimate knowledge to know exactly when less is more, for L the not knowing is as much a part of it as those precious mails. N's developing closeness to Lars is fascinating to behold, those small things that tell of two becoming closely aligned. L might be worried to know the truth but N will know how to describe it as it really is, her love for L is central to all her actions.

Chris.

[aaardvarky]

First, my thanks as ever to my most trusty correspondent, Chrislydi. Your unwavering support and encouragement make this story easier for me to write. Antidote2909 - thank you too for your response. It tells me that I have more than a handful of readers even if they are not always prominent in the comment section. BDJ has done a great job to recruit my new reader john jasson - welcome John to the thread, and thank you so much for your gratifying comment. I would hope that you comment more, for I so enjoyed reading your critique.

We are only into day two of N's trip with Lars to Portugal, and already things are becoming complex. But I sense that it is the element of 'complication' that feeds the eroticism for all three players - wherever there are triangular relationships there will be, and must be tension at the points where they intersect. Perhaps that is part of the challenge, the thrill, and indeed the purpose? For L it is in denial, for L it is uncommitted pleasure, connection and reassurance, and for N it affords the ultimate hedonistic pleasure derived (in very different ways) from the two men that she respects equally.

Of course, anything could go wrong. As in real life, the writer does not determine the outcomes by conscious choice, but allows the narrative to find its own way just as a watercourse discovers its own level. However, your comments really do affect that process, for they stimulate questions that need to be addressed and answered by the characters. That is the great joy of your contributions. Do keep them coming.

[Chrislydi]

For L it is in denial, for Lars? it is uncommitted pleasure, connection and reassurance, and for N it affords the ultimate hedonistic pleasure derived (in very different ways) from the two men that she respects equally.

Of course, anything could go wrong. As in real life, the writer does not determine the outcomes by conscious choice, but allows the narrative to find its own way just as a watercourse discovers its own level.

I liked N's depiction of the triangle as scalene, the pull of each to the other varying with differing strengths exerted by each at different times. I therefore envisage this triangle as a rather fluid shape, with the angles and lengths of each of its sides constantly altering, a little like one of L's angst driven visions in a way, never quite sure if what he's seeing is accurate and a true representation.

Chris.

[Dom4cuck]

Your writing skills are not only amazing but you cature so many elements that can be overlooked by other writers.

I loved that Oly pinned N's arms as in a little mild bdsm play as it would certainly deepen her submission to him but also ncrease her erotic pleasure in their play together

Yoiu currently have left out of your beautiful story the darker side of cuckolding, but you still have me riveted to events as you write about them

In your previous tale I could relate to Ns time in Norway, you must have been there, to pull out all the details, also the reunion at Gatwick !!

[aaardvarky]

Dom4cuck - thank you for your comment. It is great to have your feedback. Sometimes the detail makes a big difference to the story’s authenticity and I am pleased you enjoy this aspect. So much is written about the ‘darker side’ of cuckoldry, causing me to focus on the positives that elevate, rather than the elements that obscure. Am I being entirely true to the subject? Perhaps not, but these uplifting facets are the ones that I feel most comfortable writing about. Yes, I have been to Norway, but a while ago, and not to the places visited by the characters. For me, part of writing is to research well, so that the storyline remains factually convincing. As for the bdsm element, this just leaped out of the creative process as if it had to be. It felt totally right, not just for N and Lars, but also for L - to shock, and thus heighten his experience.

[Dom4cuck]

I am thoroughly enjoying the milder form too, and appreciate the way you are including all partys'

When a couple enter this lifestyle I have found that a power exchange does take place almost inevitably and the marriage seems often to work toward an FLR, even though a loving couple might not initially realise this or account for it.

[Mad Dog65]

Mad Dog65 it is a delight to have you with us on this journey. You are number 16 in our little band of commentators, so you join a select group! Welcome aboard. Feel free to comment and assist. I suspect there is a little of N, L and Lars in all of us, dare we admit it!

I missed a few days on the story and am only catching up now. Indeed and I am one to admit it. My wife on the other hand is not there yet and my never be and that is OK too.

There was another line that resonated earlier in the thread from N saying that Men should not feel as a victim to a women's infidelity but as an erotic gift. While I now agree wholeheartedly with this perspective, at the time of my wife's infidelity, I did not have the understanding and appreciation of this perspective still being trapped in the prison of marriage as sexual possession rather than joy, authenticity and commitment.

Thank you again.

[veub]

It's the contrast between the reality and the angst filled visions of L that capture my attention. It would take a wife with N's intimate knowledge to know exactly when less is more, for L the not knowing is as much a part of it as those precious mails. N's developing closeness to Lars is fascinating to behold, those small things that tell of two becoming closely aligned. L might be worried to know the truth but N will know how to describe it as it really is, her love for L is central to all her actions.

Chris.

It just shows how differently our perceptions can be. I read the same thing you did and I only see a complete disregard for and lack of interest in L and his feelings. Actually, all I see is an interest and concern for herself - all her decisions are unilateral.

[Chrislydi]

It's the contrast between the reality and the angst filled visions of L that capture my attention. It would take a wife with N's intimate knowledge to know exactly when less is more, for L the not knowing is as much a part of it as those precious mails. N's developing closeness to Lars is fascinating to behold, those small things that tell of two becoming closely aligned. L might be worried to know the truth but N will know how to describe it as it really is, her love for L is central to all her actions.

Chris.

It just shows how differently our perceptions can be. I read the same thing you did and I only see a complete disregard for and lack of interest in L and his feelings. Actually, all I see is an interest and concern for herself - all her decisions are unilateral.

I suppose I now value more the understanding that comes from such a intimate relationship with her husband, that invisible telepathy that tells one partner exactly what will suit the other. Previously I didn't give so much weight to it but concede it was more my lack of understanding.

Maybe what's happened now is such a fundamental change that the ommision is for quite a different reason, maybe one of not being able to quite admit the change to herself or others, who knows, perhaps it's a little bit of both? As you yourself pointed out perception can be quite different between two readers of the same story. I do think all will be revealed in time when N returns, presuming she does of course. All very thought provoking.

Chris

(A little of that might be me playing Devil's advocate but it's not so outlandish an interpretation)

[aaardvarky]

Veub - the question may be whether L wants collaborative decision making with N - or relishes N's decisive and pleasure seeking independence, where she takes initiative and directs the outcomes? That her decisions are unilateral perhaps is what L wants and requires from her? There is undoubtedly a power imbalance between them currently, but don't give up on L, for he may have a greater influence in this tale than we can imagine from what we have written and read so far. I would be interested to know your view on this? After all, your steer to me may change the direction of the story!

[aaardvarky]

Mad Dog 65 - I recognise exactly what you say. Perhaps my comment about the erotic gift of infidelity should be qualified to encompass only those couples where infidelity produces an effect of erotic fascination for both of them? I can well see that in many other situations it would not only be unwelcome but massively destructive. I sense that N and L have an evolved understanding of each other's needs, wishes and desires, and that their journey in this tale is the apotheosis of this bargain? I suppose, in making the comment, I was searching out those who might instinctively feel deceived and devastated, but with conversation and insight, might together find something that brought positive energy to their relationship.