From Norway with love

[aaardvarky]

Johng1953 - what a lovely comment! Thank you. Like you, I find the complexity of their relationships more fascinating than the fine detail of sex, but when they coincide they make for a heady mix! From a writing point of view I quite like to leave part of the picture to the reader's imagination rather than to describe each and every act and event. In the next episodes from Argentina I hope to further this by drilling down into their relationship and its symbiosis. Time will tell!

[BDJ]

Just an observation from one of your fans: I agree that "the complexity of their relationships (is) more fascinating than the fine detail of sex," for you works so very well (though I really like the details!) but perhaps you could enhance it a bit with references to little examples of physical intimacy that are not sex related (ex: she touched his lip lightly with her finger). I love that in a story. But with those details or not, your cerebral style leaves me agog in wonder---I wish I could write like that.

[Chrislydi]

I'm right on the same page as the others, this writing makes me really think and challenges me to observe relationships and their unique connections better. It stands out as not only more cerebral, about emotions and the changing dynamic with it's consequent effects on the people involved, but unique in its daring to leave out much of the more mundane physical interactions that fill out so much of the text in so many others. It leaves it to the reader to fill in the blanks if he or she wants, this is more about feelings and the more imperceptible and subtle ways in which they're changed.

Chris

[aaardvarky]

ARGENTINA

1.

Readers that have followed their progress will recall that after Lars’ unexpected visit to meet with N and L in London, N travelled to Oslo to spend a week with Lars, and later, with L’s blessing, they flew to Portugal for vacation. The deal was that N would tell L in detail about their adventures, and so she did.

That then is what is especially novel about the story about to be told. Some might see it as a change in dynamic between N and L. Others might simply see it as a transition or progression into an expected, predicted development. Whatever its implications, it appears to have been a united choice. All that remains is to see how it works out for them?

From one side of the roof terrace there is a view across Palermo Chico to the river Plata, and north to the tree tops of Plaza Alemania and the Japanese gardens. Afternoon sunshine fills the tiled courtyard below. The only interruption to the silence is the distant sound of a splash from the pool. Raul leaves the staircase to the roof. He carries a tray of drinks, fresh lemonade and cooling Gin and Vermouth on ice.

Their loungers stand between tubs of miniature Erythrina and Fuchsia. Raul walks from one to another, his short white jacket catching the light as he stoops to serve.

The British Airways night flight had left Heathrow and just over fourteen hours later touched down in Ezeiza. A pre-booked remis delivered them in air conditioned luxury to their rooftop apartment. And here they are, just as we imagined they would be, L, N and Lars.

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The sun is now casting sidelong shadows across the terrace. Lars rises and crosses to where N is propped on one elbow as she reads the novel that she bought just before they embarked for their flight. He sits on the edge of her lounger and trails his finger nails along her lifted arm. They exchange words, but so quietly, perhaps intimately, that L cannot hear their discourse from where he stretches out in afternoon shade.

N slips the book under her lounger, offers a free hand to Lars and rising, they walk hand-in-hand towards the staircase that leads down from the terrace. L watches them as they depart.

Moments later he hears voices from the pool below. He follows the sounds, crossing to the edge of the terrace to look down on a bright blue disc into which Lars dives and from which he waves to N to follow. She slides into the water and swims breaststroke to join him. Here the water is not deep. They stand together, arms closely wrapped around each other. Lars wipes a droplet of water from her cheek. She looks up into his face.

L watches as they swim together, occasionally splashing, then floating; laughing. Might N see him as he stands against the terrace balcony? Is she aware of being watched? All we know is that she closes her eyes against the sunlight and drifts across the pool before reaching out to the edge where Lars now sits, his crossed ankles cooling.

L watches as Lars extends a hand to assist her from the pool. This she ignores, swimming to his feet, with one hand parting them, and placing her hands on his thighs for support. She looks up. No words are exchanged. It is too distant to see her smile. What L can see is that, remaining beneath him in the water, N lifts her left hand towards his groin, and in one deft movement, releases his erection from his swimming shorts. Her head moves forward across him, and downwards. He strokes her hair. And so they remain…it is impossible to say how long, but within moments Lars extends both hands behind her neck and, leaning back, pulls her in closer. They make no sound, yet L sees her head rise and fall until they both freeze. L discerns the happening and its implications. Fascinated, he cannot look away. He senses a surge of energy passing through his body. It is as if he were present; as the recipient.

N releases, then floats away. As she does so she glances upward towards the balcony and smiles a look of triumph.

[BDJ]

Our pulses also quicken at the realization N has, in a public display of such a private act, surrendered herself, once again to Lars, but also declares her independence; her triumph as a woman in her ability to please her two lovers at once.

[Chrislydi]

The roles seem clearer within the changed dynamic, although it was never said as such aaardvarsky has hinted in his posts that L is perhaps older. I'm now envisaging him as almost an older patronal sort of figure whose relationship was originally built on one of mutual benefit, the older benefactor type supporting his new wife to open up, explore and fully discover her true self, including sexually. He gets as much out of her enhanced experiences with Lars as anyone, to me he can be defined more in the cuckold way, he wants this relationship to grow in both emotional and physical ways and his pleasure is seeing and experiencing that through watching and being told. His denial as much a part of their new and shared way forward. N now pleases both her lovers in very different ways and L accepts his supporting role in the unfolding romatic adventures of N with Lars.

Chris

[veub]

ARGENTINA

1.

Readers that have followed their progress will recall that after Lars’ unexpected visit to meet with N and L in London, N travelled to Oslo to spend a week with Lars, and later, with L’s blessing, they flew to Portugal for vacation. The deal was that N would tell L in detail about their adventures, and so she did.

That then is what is especially novel about the story about to be told. Some might see it as a change in dynamic between N and L. Others might simply see it as a transition or progression into an expected, predicted development. Whatever its implications, it appears to have been a united choice. All that remains is to see how it works out for them?

From one side of the roof terrace there is a view across Palermo Chico to the river Plata, and north to the tree tops of Plaza Alemania and the Japanese gardens. Afternoon sunshine fills the tiled courtyard below. The only interruption to the silence is the distant sound of a splash from the pool. Raul leaves the staircase to the roof. He carries a tray of drinks, fresh lemonade and cooling Gin and Vermouth on ice.

Their loungers stand between tubs of miniature Erythrina and Fuchsia. Raul walks from one to another, his short white jacket catching the light as he stoops to serve.

The British Airways night flight had left Heathrow and just over fourteen hours later touched down in Ezeiza. A pre-booked remis delivered them in air conditioned luxury to their rooftop apartment. And here they are, just as we imagined they would be, L, N and Lars.

----------

The sun is now casting sidelong shadows across the terrace. Lars rises and crosses to where N is propped on one elbow as she reads the novel that she bought just before they embarked for their flight. He sits on the edge of her lounger and trails his finger nails along her lifted arm. They exchange words, but so quietly, perhaps intimately, that L cannot hear their discourse from where he stretches out in afternoon shade.

N slips the book under her lounger, offers a free hand to Lars and rising, they walk hand-in-hand towards the staircase that leads down from the terrace. L watches them as they depart.

Moments later he hears voices from the pool below. He follows the sounds, crossing to the edge of the terrace to look down on a bright blue disc into which Lars dives and from which he waves to N to follow. She slides into the water and swims breaststroke to join him. Here the water is not deep. They stand together, arms closely wrapped around each other. Lars wipes a droplet of water from her cheek. She looks up into his face.

L watches as they swim together, occasionally splashing, then floating; laughing. Might N see him as he stands against the terrace balcony? Is she aware of being watched? All we know is that she closes her eyes against the sunlight and drifts across the pool before reaching out to the edge where Lars now sits, his crossed ankles cooling.

L watches as Lars extends a hand to assist her from the pool. This she ignores, swimming to his feet, with one hand parting them, and placing her hands on his thighs for support. She looks up. No words are exchanged. It is too distant to see her smile. What L can see is that, remaining beneath him in the water, N lifts her left hand towards his groin, and in one deft movement, releases his erection from his swimming shorts. Her head moves forward across him, and downwards. He strokes her hair. And so they remain…it is impossible to say how long, but within moments Lars extends both hands behind her neck and, leaning back, pulls her in closer. They make no sound, yet L sees her head rise and fall until they both freeze. L discerns the happening and its implications. Fascinated, he cannot look away. He senses a surge of energy passing through his body. It is as if he were present; as the recipient.

N releases, then floats away. As she does so she glances upward towards the balcony and smiles a look of triumph.

Forgive me, but what is different about this from what has happened before?

[Johng1953]

Even this small update drips with emotion. Her husband is there yet she still chooses her lover and openly (whilst seemingly sneaking away) displays her affection for him and flaunts it to her husband after.

[aaardvarky]

Johng1953 - you surely rescue me! In particular from veub's continuous negative and dismissive comments (which if I stop writing here would be almost certainly a consequence of his posts). I am pleased that you understand the change. Since their first encounter, this is a point where L invests himself directly and knowingly with his presence - a bold step and one which may change the chemistry of their relationship.

Whilst on the topic of veub - if, veub, you are reading this, will you simply stop following this story as it clearly does not meet your standards or your need, and I do not need your critical negativity. If you post another negative comment I will contact admin to have you removed from the site!

[aaardvarky]

Chris and BDJ - your comments are, as ever, totally insightful, and as you can tell the story evolves with your positive help. Thank you for them. I missed reading them when I was overtaken by dismay at yet another damaging comment from veub.

[veub]

I am sorry you took it as negative. Even after I had re-read the first scene, I don't see the difference in the dynamic between them.

[Johng1953]

Johng1953 - you surely rescue me! In particular from veub's continuous negative and dismissive comments (which if I stop writing here would be almost certainly a consequence of his posts). I am pleased that you understand the change. Since their first encounter, this is a point where L invests himself directly and knowingly with his presence - a bold step and one which may change the chemistry of their relationship.

Whilst on the topic of veub - if, veub, you are reading this, will you simply stop following this story as it clearly does not meet your standards or your need, and I do not need your critical negativity. If you post another negative comment I will contact admin to have you removed from the site!

Please don't let him stop you posting. What you wrote was a huge change in the dynamic in my opinion and if he can't understand that, that's his loss.

[BDJ]

aaardvarky,

I believe there is a reason for the continued success of this story, as measured by comments both positive and questioning. Its enigmatic style provides a type of catharsis to those who choose to respond. We are forced to question, to see possibilities: this leads to self-examination. It's hard to explain, and I can only speak from my experience. There is, I think, a kind of trauma resulting from having participated in the cuckold lifestyle. From mild stag identification to full-blown submission: that you want your love, your wife, to desire another---for your vicarious pleasure--is tantamount to releasing her from her obligation of fidelity...and risk becoming alone.

I think there is a subconscious guilt present even if all goes well, or goes well in the end, as with my own experience. Unfortunately I am not trained to comprehend it further or suggest how your story helps to bring that to the surface, where it can be recognized and accepted. I just see it as having that effect on me.

Well, that little exposé in ignorance should light up the comment board. Perhaps a psychologist will be one of the respondents---who will then enlighten us as to the veracity of my theory.

[Chrislydi]

As it deals with emotions and the subsequent possibly subte or perhaps even imperceptible changes in a long established dynamic, it simultaneously takes us far deeper into our own psyches as we are obliged to examine our own experiences for similarities and understanding. It's so different from A couldn't resist B while husband C had always wanted this to happen. A saw his monster cock and swallowed it in one before B took her to heaven and back plowing her non stop in every position and every way. That sort of formulaic prose with the regulation moans and groans are in every other story but this is an escape from the mundane and ordinary, something more cerebral and on a higher plane.

Chris

[aaardvarky]

Chris, BDJ and Johng1953 - thank you again for your support. Did you know?....this story (and its continuation) owes everything to your comments and inspiration, without which I would have ceased to write. You, some of my previous commentators, and the hidden viewers whose numbers mount, form the incentive to keep posting. Focusing in on what the three of you have said, and reflecting my view that the erotic is a state of mind more than just a state of organic pleasure: where possibilities exist, we can imagine how they would affect us, how we would respond, how we would rationalise, and in what way we would progress. Here, L has taken a significant step - not now to experience feelings passively or remotely, but to involve himself actively in their moment. In a global perspective this may seem one small step for man, but a giant leap for him! And, as I have said, your small step of commenting induces my giant step in my posting here!

[Johng1953]

As it deals with emotions and the subsequent possibly subte or perhaps even imperceptible changes in a long established dynamic, it simultaneously takes us far deeper into our own psyches as we are obliged to examine our own experiences for similarities and understanding. It's so different from A couldn't resist B while husband C had always wanted this to happen. A saw his monster cock and swallowed it in one before B took her to heaven and back plowing her non stop in every position and every way. That sort of formulaic prose with the regulation moans and groans are in every other story but this is an escape from the mundane and ordinary, something more cerebral and on a higher plane.

Chris

I agree totally, in my case it does make me look into myself. I feel what's happening. I feel the excitement and yes, the jealousy and angst as if it was me.

[Johng1953]

Chris, BDJ and Johng1953 - thank you again for your support. Did you know?....this story (and its continuation) owes everything to your comments and inspiration, without which I would have ceased to write. You, some of my previous commentators, and the hidden viewers whose numbers mount, form the incentive to keep posting. Focusing in on what the three of you have said, and reflecting my view that the erotic is a state of mind more than just a state of organic pleasure: where possibilities exist, we can imagine how they would affect us, how we would respond, how we would rationalise, and in what way we would progress. Here, L has taken a significant step - not now to experience feelings passively or remotely, but to involve himself actively in their moment. In a global perspective this may seem one small step for man, but a giant leap for him! And, as I have said, your small step of commenting induces my giant step in my posting here!

I don't really know what to say to that except that you are exactly right in that the erotic is very much a state of mind and you get to that with your writing perfectly. I feel myself in L's place and it is exciting, but it's not comfortable!

[Chrislydi]

Since you used a play on the American astronaut Neil Armstrong words as be put his left foot on the lunar surface and famously declared, “That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”, maybe we might continue the analogy by saying for L as the Houston mission control centre might have once said

"We have lift off"



Chris

[BDJ]

aaardvarky writes: "Here, L has taken a significant step - not now to experience feelings passively or remotely, but to involve himself actively in their moment."

It can happen, has happened: just ask Chris--- "Cath turned to me, held out an outstretched hand, we joined hands, our eyes met, the stare intense. We knew this was our time, our fantasy fulfilled.

[aaardvarky]

2.

Their Buenos Aires days slip seamlessly into nights, and their nights into days. Perhaps after serving lunch, it is that restaurants do not expect evening trade much before 10 pm, and will not then close until well after midnight. In the meantime the street cafes maintain the city’s energy needs for those with pesos in their pocket, and a flask of Mate sustains those without.

L, N and Lars spend their mornings on terrace and in the pool, afternoons in siesta, and their evenings at the restaurants and the milongas where they will dance until sunrise. Raul, their house manager, with typical sanguinity of the older Argentine, has assimilated our three characters, their particular arrangements and their unpredictability. He notices that N may leave L’s room on the upper floor, or appear from Lars’ studio adjacent to the terrace. He knows neither to ask nor to comment.

Tonight our three are to dance tango until dawn, and I thought you might like to accompany them - not to dance you understand, unless you wish to do so, but to simply to sit quietly and observe?

A yellow and black radio taxi arrives in the street below their Palermo apartment to take them the twelve minute journey via R Scalabrini Ortez to Salon Canning, a traditional milonga of cultural significance. The lattice doors of their apartment elevator open with a clang. L and Lars exit dressed in dark jackets; N looks radiant; and so she should, for she is wearing ‘the dress’.

Having changed her shoes in the restroom, N joins L and Lars at their table by the edge of the dance floor. A waitress opens a bottle of champagne and pours three glasses. Small circular tables surround the pista, as is usual at milongas. Tonight, Orquesta Romantica Milonguera is playing and around the room there is a buzz of anticipation.

Dances are secured by the cabeceo - a leader’s glance across the floor which, if acknowledged by a follower’s mirada seals an agreement to dance a tanda, the group of three or four consecutive songs after which the tangueros return to their seats.

Lars inflects towards N; she nods; they rise and leave together to enter the pista where they embrace. Movement in Argentine tango is not choreographed or prescribed. The embrace and generation of movement determines the progress of the dance. The leader steps into the follower’s space, creating dynamic energy to which the follower has to respond. One can see why some might equate tango with intimacy - the closeness of the embrace in which breasts are held against chest, the determination of the leader, unexpected movement to deliver the pleasure of surprise, a loss of outward awareness, a sense of internal unity.

This is what L perceives as he watches, and we, the silent, invisible observers will see too. A sacada and a boleo; a colgada from which her leg encompasses his. He manages her movement and responses, seamless and intimate. And whilst there is outward show, its internal, exclusive privacy is its essence.

As the evening slips into morning, they dance - sometimes N with Lars, or L with N. A second bottle of champagne is opened, then later coffee and medialunas are served. It is at this moment that Horacio arrives at Canning. He makes his living as a taxi dancer - a paid professional leader who, for an hour or an evening, will accompany a follower and invite her alone to dance. He stands alone by the wall, his dark curls catching the light, his handsome young features in part-relief.

As a tanda of Donato starts he nods towards N, and she accepts his invitation with her mirada. He approaches, extends his hand, leading her to the floor. He raises his left arm and she takes his embrace. Her breasts are against his chest, her temple against his temple, his right arm enfolding her back, enclosing her. He generates forward energy; she steps backwards to accommodate him, a parting into which he steps, his thigh brushing hers. His skill and expertise produce a natural command, to which she responds with desired supplication. L and Lars watch them as they enter the crowded pista and disappear from sight. From now, they will dance together, watched but alone.

[BDJ]

And your invited watcher, properly attired for the occasion, watches from the sideline, choosing a dark area beside a large potted plant. I am tired from the long flight but would not miss this opportunity to participate; it is an unexpected but welcome invitation. As the sensual energy of the taxi dancer and N intensifies before me, I am happy to be in the shadows, for my somnolent member, so well behaved normally, is raising itself from its liar between my legs to watch with me. It stretches soon to its full length; an embarrassment if it were seen. I am thankful for the shadowy place I have chosen. My hands are suddenly sweaty with anticipation: when will this new dance end...and where?

[Chrislydi]

Lars might look on but is Horacio moving in on his territory? The eroticism of the tango and all it represents is an effective vehicle to make his move. Maybe L might enjoy Lars not getting it all, his role will be largely unchanged sharing his wife with others in what's more of a walk on part for him. He's now just someone in the background to support if needed but mostly observe unnoticed by others, just about-connected but in truth now increasingly detached.

Chris

[Johng1953]

Has another player been introduced to cuckold both our heroes?

[Chrislydi]

Has another player been introduced to cuckold both our heroes?

It's a dance if an erotic one, probably nothing more but then was there ever a more seductive setting? Then again our new player is Horacio who seems to be a professional dancer and possibly hired to entertain - it's all largely speculative and letting the imagination run, but 'What If?:.

Chris

[BDJ]

It is possible---don't forget the spontaneous episode with Rodrigo on the Portuguese vacation. N is a seductress of epic proportions when she is of a mind. How could a mere taxi dancer, confident as he is in his profession, resist (or even want to) the powerful pull of our goddess? The dance may well continue to an even more private location, one where the eroticism of the steps can be expressed on a horizontal surface. Will aaardvarky invite us to view that one also?