Chapter 52: The Great Outdoor Pool Disaster

Mark

It looked like Nadja had been seriously infected with the blindfold bug. She never took it off until late that day, except for the shower we took, and even then she had kept her eyes closed and replaced the sleeping mask with another one afterwards.

To avoid being seen by Jenny, she had just stayed back at the guesthouse. Knowing that we could occasionally engage in adult mischief, or simply forget to stop before the little one came home, Meri and Regina had told Jenny that the guesthouse was off-limits and the little one never made any attempt at disobeying her two moms.

My ‘reward’ that Lydia had promised came in the form of the hottest show I had ever seen. Never one to miss a chance to blindfold herself, Lydia had done so and taken the leap of faith to let a blindfolded Nadja shave her pussy. Normally that would have been my job.

Now, the lady-razors that Lydia always used had safety braces, so unwanted cuts were not a real danger, but of course, not being able to see, Nadja had to use her hands to find out if she had missed any stubble or to position the razor. By the time she was convinced that Lydia’s nether region had no traces of any hair left, my better half was already well away with the fairies, after Nadja had felt up her pussy frequently and most thoroughly for half an hour. The ‘quality check’ using Nadja’s tongue was accordingly short. Lydia came very hard within seconds.

Not that I fared any better. I was completely cross-eyed, my meat throbbing, and my mind was screaming in search of relief. When Lydia had finally found me and wrapped her lips around my dick, I came instantly.

Shortest blowjob ever.

Meri

My legs were still heavy from my own race the day before, but now my interest was directed at the screen. It was late April and that Belgian three-day race was on. My memories of it weren’t the best. I had face-planted one of the cobbled sections on stage three two years in a row.

Although my old team was now a top-tier team, and actually a bit too big for such a race, it wasn’t conceivable that a Dutch team would not participate. The sponsors would never accept that.

Accordingly, being much stronger than the second-tier competition, they had cleaned the fridge and run off with all the food in the first two stages. Femke had won the opening time-trial, with Lydia coming second and Nadja, on her debut for the team, coming in third. I had enough experience by now to know that Nadja would actually have beaten Lydia if it wasn’t for the fact that she was still learning how to handle those cumbersome time-trial bikes. She had lost most of her time in tricky corners.

Katrijn, my former lead-out girl scored the second stage easily. With Femke’s big engine providing the initial oomph, before Lydia and Nadja drilled it on, their sprint train had shot so far out the front of the pack, they actually created a gap of three seconds, which was practically unheard of on sprint stages. Normally all riders were awarded the same time on bunch sprint finishes.

I had a few moments of ‘what might have been’ lately, seeing how the team I had left was tearing it up on the road, while I had switched to a small second-tier team, but those moments were short. Living with Regina and Jenny was the much bigger prize.

Sensing my thoughts, as she always did, Regina cuddled me from behind and slowly took my shirt and bra off. Jenny giggled in the background, and I knew there would soon be a naked nine year old sitting in front of the TV. It was something of a ‘secret signal’ for her that we were okay if she took off her kit.

Of course we would never let her witness any more substantial interaction between her two moms, let alone anyone else, but both Regina and I had decided that she should be allowed to see us naked or semi-naked. It was the best way to make her understand that it was perfectly fine if two women cuddled.

That also meant, Mark wasn’t around. He was with the team. His fascination with the naked female body was almost legendary, but from a recent incident we knew that he was extremely uncomfortable with a naked child around him.

Regina and I had thought that he was in Berlin with Lydia and Nadja, as the dedicated mule while the two of them raided the local shops. It was hot outside and neither Regina nor I had intervened when Jenny came home from her karting, stripped down to nothing – leaving her clothes strewn across the corridor of course – and dive-bombed into the pool, giggling like an idiot. After all we thought he wasn’t here.

However, Lydia and Nadya had gone to Berlin without him. He had been in the guest house, and goodness me, he was ready to gouge out his own eyes with a rusty spoon. Regina was of course way too sympathetic, but I had finally laid down some ground rules. This was our house, and our rules applied.

I understood his uneasiness, and that was why we didn’t let Jenny run around the house and garden naked, no matter how warm it was, but I drew the line at the pool. If she had been his daughter he wouldn’t have denied her the simple fun of skinny dipping. And besides, Jenny had gone skinny dipping way before he had ever known her. I was not prepared to raise our girl to think something was wrong with her. I told him to take it or lump it and that I was not going to make her wear a swimsuit in the pool anymore.

That had of course caused some tension between Regina and me. She thought I had been too hard on him, and even accused me of trying to drive him out, because I didn’t need him anymore. Not only was that false – I just didn’t ‘need him’ as often as she did – but the whole tension effectively evaporated the next morning anyway when Mark came to us and apologized, saying I had been right not to allow his uneasiness infringe on the life of our kid.

See, things are so easy sometimes. A compromise was quickly found. I had a pretty handy excuse now to tell Jenny that she was only allowed to take her clothes off at the pool, which meant I would finally no longer have to pick up her discarded kit from the floor. So in a way Mark had actually done us a solid of sorts.

And the good thing about our little one was, once we had defined a rule, she followed it, so no more problems had been had from that day on. At least I thought so at the time.

“Ow! Auntie Nadja fell really badly,” Jenny shouted, rattling me out of my thoughts, and I winced when I saw Nadja lying on one of the cobbled sections. I had completely missed the start of the broadcast.

She was obviously in pain, her cycling pants ripped open at the side, and her leg bleeding. I could see Femke slam on the brakes big time while shouting at Lydia to keep going. Lydia looked back a few times, but Femke furiously signaled her to get a fucking move on. Femke knew her own lead in the classification would be gone now, because she had stopped to help Nadja, and with Nadja down and out, so was position three in the general classification, but Lydia had been one of the favorites for this stage, so it was now down to her to keep the win within the team.

The DS came by in the team car, but Femke just shouted something in Dutch and he kept going. She was waiting for the medical car, cushioning Nadja’s head in her lap. In the end a mere medical car hadn’t been enough. They cleaned up Nadja’s wound, but I had face-planted that place myself in 1994, so I knew this was a case for an ambulance.

At least Lydia brought it home, winning the stage, and thus the entire tour, by a good margin. But we were all worried about Nadja now.

Regina

Lydia came home alone, not at all happy despite her win. Mark had stayed back with Nadja in Emden. She had been moved from Charleroi in Belgium to a hospital in Emden at the request of the team, which allowed him to stay at Bea’s place and visit her daily in his capacity as one of the team’s physios.

At least initial news were relatively good. She had no broken bones and the badly scratched skin would heal, eventually. But she would be out of action for at least another two weeks before she could even think about taking up light training again.

And at least something good had come of it. The frequent crashes on that very section of cobblestones in recent years had convinced the organizers to revamp it for future editions, which was a huge concession. Dutch, Belgian and French cycling aficionados were almost religious about their pavé. Reworking some of it was to them like putting laser lights on an ancient church.

Mark

“Jeez, you’ll definitely have to reschedule that photo shooting of yours,” I said when I took the bandage off Nadja’s leg. “That road rash will take some time to heal.”

“Always having our priorities in order, don’t you,” she said and giggled, which was a good sign.

“Are you kidding me? Just the thought of you and Lydia in the Playboy is making me horny like hell.”

“Mark, you see us naked nearly every day,” she said, chuckling.

“Never gets old lovely, never,” I said and started to replace the bandage with a fresh one.

“Why are you changing my bandages by the way?” she asked. “Don’t they have nurses around here?”

“They do, but I pulled rank,” I said. “I’m one of the team’s physios. That hospital dress of yours doesn’t have any panties, and I’m not having anyone else look at that gorgeous pussy of yours if I can help it. Not every nurse is female around here.”

She giggled. “Sumashedchiy ty lyubimiy.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” I said and kissed her. “I’ll be back in two hours. You’re going home tonight.”

Regina

Listening to a recording from a Dictaphone via telephone was not exactly the easiest task, but I finally managed it, after Mark had had to play it to me three times.

Nadja had a tendency to fall back to her native language, especially when she was emotional, so Mark had taken to just keeping a Dictaphone running in his pocket and then ask me for a translation.

“It means ‘you are crazy my loved one’,” I said. “Boy this girl really has it bad for you. What has made her say that? She sounded quite amused, so it wasn’t meant as an insult.”

“She asked me why I was changing her bandages instead of a nurse. I said I didn’t want anyone to get a look at her pussy. Those hospital dresses are somewhat simple.”

I was stunned.

“Something wrong Regina?” he asked after a prolonged silence.

“Jeez Mark, do you realize you’re getting yourself into quite a hefty love-affair?”

“So are we, or am I misinterpreting something?” he asked back.

“No ... No, you don’t,” I said. “But Christ, I hope this never blows up in our faces. You now have three women hopelessly in love with you.”

“‘In love’?” he asked. “That’s quite a statement to make.”

“Who am I kidding,” I said, getting emotional. “I wouldn’t ever be complete without Meri or without you. Whenever one of you is away, I’m counting the fucking hours. And I’m really crap at killing time. Those three months without you...”

I lost it and started crying.

“Don’t cry for me sweet Regina,” he cooed to the melody of ‘Evita’. Well, now I was crying and laughing at the same time.

“We’ll work something out, Regina. I think Nadja will be ready for the journey in two or three days. I love you.”

“I love you too Mark,” I said and put the receiver down. I heard slow clapping from behind and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I had nothing else to jump out of, as I was naked, as usual.

“Impressive. It only took you three years to work out that you need two people to be complete,” Meri told me and kissed me gently.

“You knew?” I asked.

“I knew it before I fell in love with you during our first summer on the Baltic sea.”

“How did you know?”

“We’ve been together for years now,” Meri said and my eyes got wide when she took off her top and hugged me against her large breasts. “Lydia, I, Femke, you, Mark and now Nadja. Have you never realized that you are the only one who wasn’t brought into our inner circle by Lydia? You are the only one who is part of this because Mark took the initiative. There has always been a special connection between the two of you.”

“And what now?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Meri answered. “Mark is not going anywhere. In fact, I’m quite sure some of the people on this street have bitten off way more than they can chew, financially. It’s only a matter of time until they can buy one of the half-finished homes at a bargain basement price. Hell, perhaps we can finally convince Mark and Lydia to settle the fuck down. They’ve been going from Pontius to Pilate since the mid-eighties.”

Meri

Everyone was there to wait for them. Even Jenny had foregone her usual afternoon trip to the karting center for the first time since we could remember. Mark pulled into the driveway, driving Nadja’s little Toyota and we all gave her a little applause as she got out of the car.

Of course our little nine year old firecracker was way too exuberant and hugged ‘auntie Nadja’s’ legs, including the bits that were still missing quite some the pieces of skin, which were scattered across a cobbled road in Belgium.

Nadja put a brave face to it, but we saw her wince and Regina and I tore our wayward daughter off her.

“Did I hurt you auntie?” she asked, horrified.

“Not a lot,” Nadja said and kissed her on the nose.

“Can you go to the pool?” Jenny asked. “The water cools your leg. And we don’t even need swimsuits anymore.”

I could see Mark looking horrified, while Lydia desperately tried not to laugh. But apparently Mark’s professionalism as her physio on duty won over.

“Not a bad idea actually,” he said. “The chlorine works as a disinfectant. Just be prepared that it will probably smart quite a bit.”

“Let’s all go to the pool,” Regina announced and the whole group walked off, Jenny excitedly running ahead.

Completely unsurprisingly, Mark stayed behind.