Sweden is for Swinging

An excerpt from Sweden is for Swinging

"You like the visky, ja?" Karin asked. She brandished the whisky bottle again.

"Oh, ja," Martin smiled. The room was already starting to turn around him.

Karin poured a tipple into his glass. "Do you tink we can drink da whole bottle?"

Martin laughed and took the glass in one hand and Karin in the other. He slid his hand up the back of her white silk blouse and caressed her bare skin. "We can try."

The willowy blond backed away coyly. "Ah ah," she grined. "Not to be naughty vhen your vife is not here." Lotta's tinkled of laugher came from the other room... along with hashish smoke.

Martin set aside the drink to catch Karin. "Come on, baby," Martin pleaded, taking hold of her hips. "She's having her own fun." But Karin slipped away again, teasing him with a smile.

Thru the glass bead curtain came Lotta, dark hair swinging down to her naked waist. "I want to fuck," she cooed. "I'm so fucking high I want to fuck." How she had lost her shirt was a mystery, but she squeezed her bare breasts together with a moan.

Karin laughed and wrapped her in her arms. They pressed their warm lips together and let their hands explore each other's body. "Let's get Martin," Karin whispered.