Stella and I were a healthy young couple in our late twenties, and had been married for four years. Ever since our marriage we had been trying to have a baby, but our efforts had been in vain. Finally we had resorted to medical advice, only to find out that the problem was me. The doctor informed us that my sperm count was abnormally low, probably due to a childhood illness -- it was very unlikely that I could father a child. He suggested that we consider a fertility clinic and a sperm donor, or adoption.
After some consideration we decided against both those options -- Stella wanted to be a real mother and bear a child, but the idea of a clinic and a sperm donor was not appealing, and the cost was another factor. Instead, we agreed that there was another more natural way she could become pregnant -- we would find our own donor who could deliver the goods in the traditional way. Being a broad-minded young couple neither of us had any problem with this idea. I even confessed to Stella that the prospect of watching my beautiful wife being mounted by some big-cocked young stud turned me on -- she was well aware that I had a distinct bi streak!
However, we decided that finding a suitable donor close to home raised all sorts of potential problems, and it would be better if we took a vacation overseas and found someone who we would never be likely to see again after the necessary encounter. As we are both blond and blue-eyed, one of the Scandinavian countries seemed like a good choice if we wanted a child who would look like us, and we picked Sweden. There should be lots of potent blue-eyed blond Vikings around, and the famously easy-going Swedish attitudes to sex would also fit our plans.
Which is how we found ourselves, a few months later (at Stella's most fertile time of the month), on a fairly secluded beach not far from Stockholm, which we had scouted out the day before . Now it was a beautiful sunny morning, and as we walked along the beach from where we had parked our rental car, we passed other people enjoying the sun and the sea. There were family groups, single men and women, and several couples. Most of them were nude, and as we got towards the more remote end of the beach I was happy to see that the Swedes were living up to their reputation. An attractive tanned young couple were fucking enthusiastically right on the beach, the girl on her back with her legs in the air. A little further on a brawny long-haired older man, with a very large cock and an impressive set of balls, was getting a blowjob from a slim young blond guy who kneeled in the sand before him, meanwhile jacking his own long and slender dick. The older guy smiled and gave us a thumbs-up as we passed close by. It looked as if we were in the right place!
We undressed, rolled out our blanket in a little hollow among the sand-dunes, and waited for likely prospects. We agreed that if we saw a young man who looked like a possible candidate, we would put on a little show to indicate our interest. It should not be difficult for Stella to attract virile young men. We both sported all-over tans, and her perky large-nippled breasts, slim waist, long legs and shaved pussy made her quite delectable.
Only a few minutes passed before Stella, who was sitting up on the blanket, hissed, "There's somebody coming." She quickly laid down and I rolled on my side to take her nipple in my mouth, while moving my hand down to caress her shaven pussy. She reached over and stroked my cock, which rapidly rose to a steel-hard erection, the foreskin rolling back off the head. Our visitor soon appeared -- the young guy who had been giving an expert blowjob. He stopped a few yards away and smiled at us, while unabashedly stroking his long thin cock.
"You like we play," he asked me, kneeling down and stretching out a hand to gently stroke my straining erection. "Maybe your lady like to watch, yes?"
"Not right now," I replied, "Maybe later, if you are still here."
"OK," the boy replied, "No problem-maybe I come back later and suck your very nice cock." He stood up, waved his long dick at us with a broad grin, and sauntered off.
"Well," Stella said, giggling, "That was interesting. He was funny, but I think a bit too young- and was obviously more interested in you than in planting his seed in me! Would you have liked him to give you a blowjob?"
"You know me, " I said, "If we were not here for other serious business I probably would -- and maybe give him one, too."
After a short while we heard the sound of voices, and three young blond men came down the beach, dribbling and passing a soccer ball.
"Hmm," Stella said, "This looks hopeful."
All three guys wore only tight white shorts. The oldest of the three, probably in his early twenties, was tall and lean. He had straight blond hair, and his muscular chest and limbs were covered with a fine dusting of golden hair. The second man was a younger version of the first, also with straight blond hair -- I thought they were probably brothers. The third was much stockier and shorter. His blond hair was curly, he had a short beard, and his body, legs and arms were very hairy.
