Chapter 50: Welcome to the Club

Mark

Both Lydia and Regina had been singularly unhelpful as both had reacted hysterically to what I had planned, but I hadn’t gone this far to stop on the home stretch. After all, Lydia would never abandon a marathon at kilometer forty.

The one practical thing was that Nadja had almost the same stature as Lydia, which was of little surprise, considering they competed in the same sport. That’s why I could just walk into a shop, buy a dress and know it would fit.

Next stop: limo service. This time it wouldn’t be John driving, but the point was getting a car that could be seen from space.

Nadja

I gasped when I looked at myself in the mirror. Mark had pulled out all the stops. Even on my wedding day I had not looked like that!

I was wearing a long evening dress, which I probably didn’t want to know the price of. And considering how happy the hairdresser had been when we left, I could only guess that a Russian monthly salary would probably not have sufficed to pay for it.

I wasn’t quite sure why Mark had insisted that I do not wear panties or a bra under the dress, but I guessed the thought excited him and I was more than happy to indulge him. To be honest, it excited me very much as well. How did he manage to come up with ideas that made me buzz inside?

His stunned look when I walked down the stairs was so sweet. Knowing that I could make someone give me that look, just by existing, gave me happiness I had never known before.

Bozhe moj, the car! We had some pretty large cars in Russia, but the aircraft carrier that Mark had rented was something else. I had seen flats in Russia that were smaller than the inside of that car.

He took me to a restaurant, I believed it was French, but I was not good with languages other than Russian and German. The food was like nothing I had ever eaten before, and the portions were small so I did not have to fear putting on too much weight.

Then he danced with me. In my mind I thanked my mother a thousand times for making me go to dancing school. He was really good at it, and I could rely on him to guide me on the dance floor. I was in heaven.

Mark

I knew I was treading on thin ice. I had basically just re-enacted Lydia’s thirty-second birthday, but with another woman. That was bound to come around to bite me in the ass. And another thing that was going to bite me was that I really loved this petite girl, much the same way as I loved Regina. Not quite the same way as Lydia was the star in my solar system, but not far off.

But needs must, I thought to myself, after all I had set myself the task of replacing some pretty horrifying memories. This wasn’t as easy as walking naked to a beach with Regina.

“I don’t think we need that,” I said and pushed the dress off her shoulders, as soon as we were back inside our home. Since she had worn nothing underneath, Nadja stood before me, completely naked. I hoisted her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.

Having divested myself of all clothing, I positioned a visibly shaking Nadja to lie on her side.

“I will now prepare you,” I said in as soothing a tone I could muster. “You will tell me immediately if it hurts. Do I have your word?”

“Da obeshchayu, ” she told me in a quivering voice. Of course that was not something I had found on the internet, but whenever Nadja reverted to her native language, it was usually important, so I took it that she had understood me.

I gently started to rub Vaseline into her rear-end, and I could hear her gasp when I probed her opening with my finger.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“No, it feels strange,” she admitted. “But good.”

This went on for probably another twenty minutes, and I had added a second and third finger, convinced she was now ready to take me. I coated my massive erection very copiously with Vaseline.

“I’m going to push in,” I told her calmly. “Please tell me immediately if you want me to stop.”

She just nodded against the pillow.

I gently started to force my way past her tight opening, trying not to rush anything.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she wailed when I was half-way in.

“Want me to pull out?” I asked, slightly alarmed.

“No, no, just let me get used to it,” she said. “You feel so good in me. Bozhe moj, you’re big.”

“I’ve heard that a few times by now, what does it mean?” I asked, while remaining stationary with my dick halfway up her rear-end.

“Bozhe moj? It means ‘my god’,” she explained with a giggle. “Can you try, but very slowly?”

“Of course, Lyubimoja,” I said and gently pushed forwards.

“Your accent is getting better,” she pressed out through clenched teeth.

“Am I too fast?”

“No, just right,” she groaned. “Bozhe moj this feels so right. Don’t stop.”

By now I was fully inside her, and she even whimpered a bit when I drew back. At the same glacial pace I pushed back in again.

Regina

My circadian rhythm was fucked up beyond recognition, but I was a girl on a mission. When I came out of the arrivals gate in Los Angeles, Lydia was already waiting for me and we jumped into each other’s arms.

“I have a taxi waiting,” Lydia said and we sprinted down the hall. The rolling suitcase behind me nearly toppled over a few times, being dragged at a speed it hadn’t been designed for.

I had never been to Pasadena before and I didn’t get to see much of it now, as Lydia swore at the poor taxi driver to get a move on, so I assumed the speeds we were moving at weren’t entirely legal. It was nine in the morning and if something had gone wrong the night before, god knows how much time we had to save Mark from doing something stupid.

We barged into Lydia’s and Mark’s home, and following her lead I ran up the stairs. In the bedroom we found Mark and the Russian girl, both naked and grinning like idiots, soundly asleep.

Lydia pointed with her thumb over her shoulder to tell me we should beat a discreet retreat.

We sat down in the kitchen to have a coffee. We both needed one, badly. Our premonitions of impending doom had proven wrong, but I sure as hell was glad to be in this place. We called Meri and Femke to tell them the apocalypse had been canceled.

Lydia saw her first. A naked Russian girl came down the stairs and stopped in her tracks, her bottom lip quivering. Then she ran – and jumped into Lydia’s arms at full speed. It was a good thing I was sitting next to her, or the two of them would have toppled over. Both of them were crying, and Nadja was babbling away in Russian, but even I couldn’t make out what she was saying.

I could however understand what Lydia replied. “It’s all good my love.” She apparently hadn’t forgotten all the Russian she had learned in school, even though it was delivered with a truly atrocious German accent.

It took both of them quite some time to regain a modicum of composure, and we found ourselves standing around somewhat awkwardly in silence.

‘Ment rodilsya,’ Nadja said, giggling, and Lydia looked at me.

“A cop has been born,” I explained. “Russians say that when everyone suddenly goes quiet at a party.”

“Never mind the cops,” Lydia said with a chuckle. “I think we’re entirely overdressed, aren’t we?”

We both chuckled as we took off our clothes.

Lydia

“You thought it would go wrong, didn’t you?” Nadja asked us when we were all sitting around the table. “Else you wouldn’t be here.”

“There was that possibility,” I agreed. “Mark doesn’t shy away from a challenge, but that sounded like you were setting up yourselves for a bad failure.”

“He risked all, even losing you,” she said to me, looking down at her cup of coffee. “Just for me. He told me what he did for you on your birthday five years ago. He did it all again, even making me go without bra and panties. Huge car, restaurant, everything.”

I gasped.

“Please believe me, I didn’t want to steal that memory from you.”

I could feel my eyes go moist. “You didn’t honey. Mark works in mysterious ways sometimes. But considering that we found you blissfully happy in the morning. It must have worked.”

She tried to stare her coffee into evaporating again.

“It was like living in a new body,” she said. “All my life I have been told, I’m too skinny, my breasts are too small and I’m deviant because I take my bikini top off. And then I came here and saw Mark so happy just because I didn’t wear clothes. And he was so gentle. My ex-husband gave me nothing but pain for years, and last night with Mark... bozhe moj”

I heard Regina gasp. I had no idea what Nadja had said, the bits of Russian I remembered were few, but it was obviously potent, because Regina rushed around the table and gathered Nadja in her arms.

“Ty teper’ s nami, Nadja. Nikhrena ne plokhovo bolshe budet, ”

“Do I want to know what that meant?” I asked.

“She’s with us now,” Regina said. “The rest was not fit for printing.”

“I’m obviously not the only one, who researched Russian swear words on the internet,” a voice behind us said, and Mark came walking down the stairs, stark-naked. He didn’t even make it to the bottom step before his large organ was standing at full attention. Well, three naked ladies could do that to you.

“May I?” Nadja asked.

Regina and I both nodded. She casually knelt down before him and started to suck him off with verve, giving us a good view of her pussy. Mark indicated to me that I should go to work, the way I would go down on Meri or Regina. Not knowing if Nadja was that way inclined, I raised my eyebrows as an unspoken question, but he gestured a bit more forcefully in return.

Who was I to disobey, so I dug my tongue into Nadja’s pussy, eliciting a squeal of surprise.

Boy, did that girl get into it in a hurry. I had barely laid tongue to her delicate flesh and she was already sopping wet. That she opened her legs was more than enough indication that my participation in the proceedings wasn’t unwelcome.

Nadja had opened her legs wide enough by now, so I could get on my back and have full access to her honeypot from below. I dug in with gusto.

Mark

Well, once more I was the first to grunt. With one final thrust I sent my payload down Nadja’s gullet and I didn’t even get a smile in return as just a few seconds later she cried out in the throes of an almighty orgasm herself. Lydia climbed up from below her, her face glistening with Nadja’s juices. She was inordinately pleased with herself.

Coming down from our exploits, we all looked at the table and started laughing. Regina’s head was lying on the table and she was sound asleep.

I gently gathered her up and carried her to the bedroom. Being the insufferable rapscallion I so truly was, I stole a few flicks of the tongue at her gorgeous boobs, but she never reacted. I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight.

Back down in the kitchen Lydia and Nadja were still hugging each other tightly.

“Right, ladies, we have two training bikes, anyone up for some naked training?” I announced.

“I have to go in three hours,” Nadja reminded me.

“No, you haven’t,” Lydia said. “Your coach doesn’t expect you back until next Tuesday.”

“But how?” she asked.

“Could you think of someone he has coached before?” Lydia replied in with a chuckle.

Realization dawned on Nadja and she lit up the room with one of her blindingly gorgeous smiles.

“Okay, naked practice,” she said enthusiastically. turning in my direction “Do you come to watch us?”

“Of course, lovely.”

“Good, just give us time to work up a sweat,” she said and winked at me, making me gasp. Lydia shot me an amused look that said ‘you’ve just been had buddy’.

Regina

Perdition! I really had a talent to sleep through the interesting bits. When I woke up in the early afternoon, my internal clock still horribly out of whack, I found Mark naked and sprawled out on the sofa, sleeping, with Lydia and Nadja sitting at the kitchen table. According to them he had gone through double the weight-lifting training of the week before.

Not that I got to complain about missing out much. Nadja pinned me down and licked my pussy so thoroughly, by the end of it I didn’t even remember where I was.

“Goodness gracious, girl, you certainly didn’t do that for the first time,” I said once I had regained my wits.

“It’s so ... so good to do that without having to fear problems,” she said.

“You’re with us now,” I said in German this time and caressed her hand.

“It won’t create problems for you, will it?” I asked Lydia, “You’re still technically rivals on the track.”

Nadja giggled and clutched my hand.

“On the track, I probably win. But in the marathon I will not. Lydia is in her best years, I still have six to eight years to go.”

“You know what?” I said. “I think the most brilliant thing would be the two of you running through the finish line together, just like you did with Mark in Vienna all those years ago.”

“Deal,” Lydia and Nadja said in unison, and we all had a good laugh.

Mark

I woke up with Nadja in my arms. Or more precisely, I woke up with Nadja lying on top of me. I was lying on my back. To the left of me was Lydia, to the right was Regina, both had slung their arms around me possessively, and although the space in our huge bed would have been more than enough, Nadja had apparently decided to save on real estate and was curled up on top of me.

I didn’t even have an idea how I had ended up here. The last I remembered was how I had shown Lydia – in a very practical demonstration kind of way – how I had done Nadja for the first time, and then repeated the experience with the very same Nadja. After that I had just passed out from exhaustion. My arms screaming at me in pain were a sure sign that I had indeed weight-lifted two naked marathon runners repeatedly. At least that bit was surely not part of my imagination.