A Date With My Editors

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The following story contains graphic depictions of male on male and male on female sex.

This one is a loose sequel to Hotter than Fiction.

A thousand thanks to AlinaX for her generous guidance and patience.

Chapter 1

It was the summer of 1999, the time before smartphones and dating apps.

It was still hard for me to believe that I was in Gran Canaria as a freelance writer working on assignment for a porn magazine, but it was true!

I had written a short story based upon my personal first experience with dating a bisexual couple through sex-contact ads a few years earlier, and to my surprise Aktuell Rapport, the largest porn publication in Norway and Sweden had published it.

Imagine my delight when I received a paycheck and a note from the magazine. Arne, a story editor at Aktuell Rapport, was very eager to meet with me. I thought it was weird and unusual, but hey, I was young and interested in all sorts of weird challenges.

I met with Arne at a coffee place on Aker Brygge, a beautiful and lively waterfront area in Oslo. We chose an outside table where we could talk business in private and also enjoy the view of water, boats, yachts, street performers, scantily clad women and shirtless guys as they enjoyed the warmth of that beautiful nordic summer day.

“You are getting paid again next week,” Arne informed me with a warm smile.


“You are being published in our Swedish edition as well.”

“Oh, wow!” I exclaimed with joy. “Don’t know what to say. Thank you!”

“You are welcome,” Arne said with an even warmer smile.

“You did a great job with the Norwegian translation,”I praised my editor.

Let me explain. My original text was written in Swedish, but I had submitted it to the Norwegian division of the publication, because I was living in Norway at the time. So in addition to editing my text, Arne also had to translate it to Norwegian for the local edition of Aktuell Rapport.

I write in Swedish because I am a Swede from Sweden. Contrary to some popular belief, Norway is not a city in Sweden. It is a totally different country with a similar but different language and a culture of its own, which again is similar but different.

Now, where were we?

“You did a great job with the Norwegian translation,” I praised my editor. “Thank you.”

“My wife did that,” Arne admitted. “She absolutely loved your story. Maybe you can thank her in person someday soon?”

“I sure will,” I said, not sure what he meant by that, but surely he was trying to tell me something?

Arne started questioning me, taking long pauses in the middle of his sentences. “So, the story, is it really true?”

“Yup,” I replied truthfully and firmly.

“How true?” he asked. “Based on truth, or inspired by true events?”

“One hundred percent true,” I said. “I didn’t even change the names.”



“Anyway, I really loved it,” Arne confessed. “I took it home and read it, then gave it to my wife. She is also an editor. She edits the more unusual stories for us. I mean people are weird about reading the gay stuff. So I gave your story to my wife. She loved your story. In her own words it “set her on fire”.

“You know, she and I have been married for a long time and sex in a marriage like ours becomes mundane after a while. Reading your story reignited the fire that I thought was lost and gone forever. I have had more sex with her in the past couple of months than my entire marriage, except for our honeymoon period of course.”

“Really?” I mused, thinking he must be exaggerating the effect my humble, little tale about my first bisexual encounter had on his wife. I had no reason to doubt Arne’s claims. He sounded sincere, and for some reason he wanted to talk to me about his wife, their marriage and their sex life.

Suddenly the truth hit me like a heavy, semi-hard cock in the face. A very wet, semi-hard cock. I could almost taste it. I licked my lips.

Arne wanted to fuck me!

“I am not kidding you young man!” Arne insisted. “Now she wants me to bring her a young guy like your hot protagonist, a guy just like you. She fantasizes that I am you, when I’m doing it with her, and she wants to watch me, uh, fuck a hot young guy in front of her. I’ve never done anything like that.

“I mean I really want to. She knows I had some fun with a couple of dudes before I met her. But I am not Casanova. Where do I even begin to look for a hot guy like you?”

Yep, this dude definitely wanted to fuck me.

The closer Arne got to asking me to have a threesome with him and his wife, the longer and more often he paused and dragged his sentences.

“Yeah, I totally understand,” I said, teasing my frustrated suitor, knowing perfectly well that he had every intention of asking me to roll in the hay with him and his wife, and hopefully his wife really existed and was as horny and hot for a young cock as he was claiming.

“But you don’t need to be Casanova to find a horny Manisa Escort young guy for you and the missus,” I replied with a slight smirk. “Just put an ad in your magazine and you’ll definitely get lots of responses and loads of dudes to choose from.”

Arne looked at me with his kind, puppy dog eyes and almost started to ask what I knew he wanted to ask me, but then decided against it and changed the subject.

“You know, thanks to your story the number of dating ads in our magazine has almost quadrupled,” Arne said, smiling proudly. “Sales are up too and we expect the numbers to rise by next month.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed.

He was genuinely impressed.

“That’s why I need you to write another story for us. I liked your writing style, a true story and an article in one. Brilliant,” Arne encouraged me. “But this time it should be bigger. Go to Playa del Ingles. There’s a growing community of mostly retired Scandinavian and German swingers living in that area. Talk to them or do whatever you gotta do with them and bring me a story. A juicy one.”

“Will the publication pay for my trip?”

“I don’t know. I have to ask…”

“Oh come on, Arne. I know the assignment is your idea and you probably have access to expense funds.”

“It’s not like that, but I will get the money. Or I will finance your trip myself. I was thinking you uh,” Arne said, slowly mustering the courage to ask his question. “Good looking young man like you… I mean I understand why men and women wanna fu… play with you. Heck, if I knew you could be interested, I’d be asking you in a heartbeat!”

“Are you?” I asked the enthusiastic but shy editor, flashing my mostest handsomest grin at him.

“Am I what?” Arne asked, blushing like a cute cherub.

“Hitting on me?”

“What if I were?”

“I would consider it,” I said, surprising the shit out of him. “But I am only interested in a threeway relationship with you and your lady. Both of you, not just one. Do you know what I mean?”

“Of course. The whole thing was her idea. She wanted me to see if you were as hot as we thought, and then ask you if you would like to have some fun us. But, really? You would do it?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation.

“Just like you did with that other couple in your story?”

“Yeah,” I said nonchalantly. “I’ll fuck you and your lady and you can fuck me too.”

“But… you’ll have sex with me?” Arne asked incredulously and then started to ramble excitedly, “My lady is hot. She’s a few years younger and definitely much hotter than me.”

Oh, I forgot to mention that Arne was in his mid fifties, and with his piercing dark-brown eyes, rough large hands, husky body type, thick mustache and full head of salt and pepper hair, he looked more like a whisky drinking, woodchopping, outdoorsman than a story editor. He looked like Nick Offerman from Parks and Recreation, only a bit older and much less confident.

“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately, Arne?” I said with a smile and a wink. “You are a very handsome man, and also you seem like a nice and honest man, and that my friend makes you much hotter than you can imagine. I also feel obligated to help your wife fulfill her fantasy. After all, she is my biggest fan so far. So, yes I will play with you guys.”

“Oh my goodness. You are the best,” Arne enthused, his burly face glowing like a bright-red christmas light. “So it’s a date? You will really come over to our place and do it?”

“I sure will,” I confirmed, smiling brightly at the happiest mustache in the world. “We’ll do the ‘thing’ at your place!”

“But…can I ask you for a favor?” Arne asked bashfully.


“Can you, will you, let me be…” Arne paused longer than usual, almost a minute. “Can I be the one to do you? I mean can you be the one getting it?”

“Yeah I get the idea,” I said. “You want to play the big cheese in front of your wife, right?”

“Yes!” the shy smut story editor exclaimed, looking as if the weight of the world had just been lifted off his shoulders.

“You want to be the man?”


“The top?”


“I get it, boss,” I said. “You can fuck my brains out all you want in front of the missus and pound your chest like a silverback gorilla afterwards. I will let you be the manliest man ever.”

“Oh, thank you… Dee.”

“But I have to ask you one thing though,” I said, looking directly into Arne’s eyes.


“This assignment, and paying me, it’s not just some sort of ploy to get me into bed with you guys?”

“NO!” Arne almost yelled. “I swear!”

Fearing that the poor guy was about to have a stroke, I placed my hand over his big hand and squeezed lightly.

“Do you wanna do this tonight? It’s Friday and we’ll have the whole weekend to do the do-do,” I said, smiling reassuringly at my over-excited friend.

“Really? Tonight?” Arne was so excited that he couldn’t even form a reply. “We, of course, you I mean…”

“Now, you need to breathe, Arne. Manisa Escort Bayan Breathe! That’s it buddy. Inhale. Exhale.”

By this point I had a huge hardon, so I stopped teasing my new boss and let go of his shaking hand.

“Nina will be so pleased,” Arne muttered as he wrote down his address on a piece of paper. “She wanted me to ask you. She won’t believe this. I gotta call her, she will be so pleased.”

Chapter 2

Arne and Nina lived in a very nice house in an upscale area a few miles outside of Oslo. I felt a passing breeze of nervousness right before I rang the doorbell, but then I took a deep breath and my confidence was fully restored.

This wasn’t my first rodeo, this was going to be my fourth couple since I had started doing this two years earlier at the tender age of nineteen. I had experienced all sorts of people and scenarios: extremely horny couples who treated me like a sexy fuck-toy and used and borderline abused me, older couples who treated me like a son who they never had and others who used me to add some spice to their marriage.

Every single encounter has taught me valuable lessons about fun, love, friendship, lust, sex, compersion and self-confidence. So no, I was no longer a nervous wreck when meeting a new couple for the first time.

“Oh, my goodness!” the lovely woman who opened the door exclaimed as she saw me standing in front of her with a bouquet of roses and a respectably priced bottle of white wine in my hands.

“Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t have to bring us anything. Come on in. Oh, these flowers are so beautiful. Thank you so much. You are so sweet. And you are oh so incredibly handsome!”

As I entered the house, my lovely hostess disappeared around a corner and said, “You have to excuse me for a moment. I need to find a vase for these beautiful flowers. I’ll be right with you.”

As far as part-time-editor-housewives go, Nina was a super-hot one. She was probably in her late thirties or early forties, and she radiated a youthful kind of exuberance that made her extremely attractive to me. Wavy shoulder-length brown hair, naughty clear-blue eyes, small but full lips, heavenly bouncy breasts that were trying their best to escape the confines of her mini-slip summer dress, semi-voluptuous body type and a smile graced with pinch-worthy, smoochable cheeks and cutest dimples i had ever seen on a woman. She was definitely a warm, unassumingly sexy and instantly likable lady.

Nina’s voice was soft and elegant, and unlike her mumbling husband, she spoke clearly and eloquently. I could detect a hint of joyful nervousness in those first few sentences, like when someone knows they shouldn’t be doing something, but it sounds so much fun that they are going to do it anyway, or like when a woman giggles bashfully and then cheerfully announces, “Oops! I just peed a little in my panties!”

“Follow me, handsome,” Nina said in a vibrant tone as she walked toward the back of the house. “Arne’s on the veranda, smoking his pipe.”

She walked in front of me, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies, and I followed her to the veranda where her husband was lounging. Wearing only gym shorts and nothing else, Arne was smoking a bulldog tobacco pipe as the pleasantly warm summer sun caressed his hairy chest.

“He brought us the most beautiful flowers and a really nice chardonnay,” Nina said joyously. “You can have the flowers and I’ll have the wine.”

“All right,” Arne laughed, then looked at me and said, “Thank you!”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” I replied as I glanced at Nina who was trying to mask her nervousness with chipper banter.

“I think I will pour myself a glass of wine right now,” Nina announced as she started to walk back into the house. “Do you boys want some too?”

“Wine and cookies?” Arne asked sarcastically. “I thought you were serving coffee.”

“I need some wine,” Nina’s voice came from the kitchen. “Do you want some too, Dee?”

“Oh, I want some,” I replied loudly enough for Nina to hear. “Not wine though!”

“Oh, god!” Nina laughed wholeheartedly. “You are a bad boy.”

“Sorry,” I replied. “I meant some coffee. These cookies smell heavenly.”

“That’s…umm, exactly what I meant,” Nina laughed wholeheartedly. “Only bad boys drink coffee. Oh boy. I’m embarrassed.”

“It’s ok,” I laughed too. “I want some of that other thing too.”

“I’ll have coffee too, honey,” Arne announced. “It’s a bit early for wine for me.”

Nina reappeared carrying a tray holding an almost filled to the brim glass of chardonnay and two cups of coffee. She placed the tray on top of a glass table next to Arne’s lounge chair, then picked up her wine and began sipping away.

“I swear I am not an alcoholic,” Nina said with a melodious laugh. “I’m just so nervous right now. You look so much younger, and much more handsome than I had imagined. Aren’t you nervous, Dee?”

I looked at my gracious hostess and laughed, “Not anymore. I used to get really nervous, but I’ve had Escort Manisa lots of experience since that first time.”

“In your story,” Nina said, “you were a total wreck. That was so funny when you mixed up your words and forgot your name. You had me laughing so hard at that part.”

“Yeah, I remember,” I laughed. “It was my first time meeting a couple for sex.”

“NO!” Nina exclaimed. “You didn’t mention that in your story. You were a virgin? Really?”


“Never been with a guy or a girl before that?”


“I’m sorry,” Nina shook her head. “I find that very hard to believe. A good looking, fit, amazingly handsome guy like you, never had sex until you were eighteen, and your first time was with a couple you found in magazine ads?”

“I was a heavily overweight nerd until I was sixteen or so,” I began to explain. “On top of that, I was a weirdo. I mean I am still a weirdo. I can’t think of a single friend of mine who was into guys and girls or fantasizing about having sex with a guy and a girl at the same time.”

“So were you overweight when you met your first couple?” Nina asked.

“I worked on my body for two years,” I continued to explain. “I was at the gym every single day. Running every morning and at nights. But then I lost a bit too much weight. I was kinda scrawny by the time of my first date. The body I have now, these muscles, came afterwards, with a lot more work and dedication.”

“Mmm, and what a body it is, honey!” Nina said after gulping down almost half of her wine in one go. “Can you take your shirt off for me, please?”

I swiftly pulled my T-shirt off of me and threw it on a nearby chair. Nina looked up and down my pecs, biceps, triceps, six-pack abs and the rest of me with adoration and astonishment.

“That’s it guys,” Arne suddenly said with a sarcastic chuckle. “I am going to put my shirt back on and leave.”

“Okay, honey,” Nina responded jokingly. “I’ll see you back on Monday, right?”

“Oh, no, Arne,” I pouted melodramatically. “Who’s gonna bang my poor asshole if you leave? You can’t leave now. At least fuck me once before you go.”

Silence. Total and absolute silence.

Then Nina gasped heavily. Her gasp was followed by a vibrating, low moan. Heavy breathing. Arne’s hardening dick was threatening to rip a hole in his shorts and jump out with a growl like that scene in the Alien.

As Nina stepped forward to put her empty wine glass on the table, I noticed thin, glistening trails of female juices trickling down her legs, almost reaching her ankles and beautifully pedicured bare feet.

“Dee, honey,” Nina said my name in a thick, lusty voice as she picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table and offered one to me. “I need a cigarette. Would you like one too?”

“I don’t smoke, thanks.”

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

“Why would I mind?” Up to that point, not a single one of my female lovers had been a non-smoker, and to be honest, I have a bit of a smoking fetish.

“I don’t know. I can brush my teeth after…”

“I don’t mind the taste,” I said truthfully, assuming Nina was talking about me kissing her.

“I’m not wearing panties,” Nina said calmly right after her first long, deep puff.

“I can see that,” I said as I stepped closer to where she was standing.

“I feel so naughty right now.”

“How naughty do you feel?”

“Very naughty!”

“Wrong word, Nina!”

“I beg your…”

“You are feeling fucking naughty!”

“Oh, my…”

“Say it, Nina!”

“I… feel… so ‘fucking’ naughty, Dee.”

“Say ‘fucking’ again.”


“Use ‘fucking’ in a sentence.”

“Your eyes are so ‘fucking’ beautiful,” Nina said in a super-shaky voice.

“Thanks, so are yours.”

“I’m going to be really naughty and say fuck a lot. Oh, it’s so much ‘fucking’ fun. Is this a ‘fucking’ icebreaker game? Like the one, that couple, made you play in your story?”

“I don’t see any ice here,” I said as I placed one finger on Nina’s shoulder and gently hooked it into the thin strap of her mini slip. “All I can see is a warm, beautiful woman in front of me.”

“Fuck,” Nina laughed. “You’re a smooth talker too?”

She then let out a choppy, surprised gasp as my expert fingers slowly rolled the strap of her dress down her delicate shoulder. I didn’t stop until her right breast was completely naked and exposed.

The gloriously soft boob wobbled freely as Nina moved past me to extinguish her cigarette in an ashtray. While she was distracted for a second, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her lovely body into my broad embrace.

She moaned very softly as I grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her warm cheek to rest upon my bare chest. I stroked her soft hair for a while before pulling her head back a bit, then I lowered my face and pressed my lips into hers. She immediately opened her mouth, inviting my tongue to dance with her tongue.

I moaned into Nina’s hot mouth when I felt her stiffening nipple rub against my skin, then she grabbed the back of my head with both hands, kissing me deeper, harder and with enough passion to set my balls on fire.

“Fucking hot!” Arne’s gusty expression of approval snapped us out of Smoochland; Nina and I broke our phenomenal kiss and glanced over at him.

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