From Russia W Love Pay It Forward

FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE - PAYING IT FORWARD

Author's notes: This is the second of three stories in the series, "From Russia with Love." If you haven't read the first, please do. The primary characters and story theme are developed there.

As in "From Russia with Love," this is a spouse swap story. If that is not your thing, this will not be your 'cup of tea'. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy.

BRIEF REINTRODUCTION

I am James, 45 years old, 6'-1" and 190 pounds. I have a medium complexion - usually with a moderate tan, am in good shape, and reasonably handsome. My dark-blond/light-brown hair is worn in a long, business cut, and I'm clean shaven. My wife, and others, say I'm good-looking. Women notice me, but don't go 'gaga'.

My wife, Janine, 41, is 5'-2" and 110 pounds, and men do go 'gaga' over her. She is overall slender but buxomy, with a killer butt. Her full C-cup breasts, which are still in amazing shape for her age, stand out on her petite frame. She has long, wavy, auburn hair, and a very light, almost porcelain complexion, a beautiful face with delicate features, a small mouth with full lips, and striking, emerald green eyes. With her dark, cinnamon-hued hair, pale complexion, and killer body, she is a knock out.

Recently, we were able to make changes in our life that gave us more opportunities for travel; and with our son now in college and away from home, one of those changes was to seek more adventurous, more adult-oriented, non-family venues. In that vein, this was our inaugural vacation, and so far, it has been quite an adventure. Jan and I are both very sexually oriented - always have been, and that hasn't lessened with age. If anything, we have been seeking to increase the passion in our relationship, and become more 'adventurous' in that department.

And as we continue our 'unique' vacation at this remote, Russian lodge, located on the slopes of the southern Ural Mountains, we find ourselves at a place in our relationship we never imagined we would arrive at - one that challenged us, tested our love and commitment; and one that saw us include someone else in our sex life for the first time. We had often fantasized about doing that, but honestly never thought we would. Now we had. And, in a way, it was life-changing, in a good way - as it turned out. We now knew what was possible, what we could handle, and were ready to see where that could lead.

PROLOGUE

(Prologue is taken from the epilogue of "From Russia With Love - Part Two.")

We didn't have to wait long to find out.

We said goodbye to Viktor and Hanna; and as they left, the shuttle that would be taking them back to Yekaterinburg, brought two new couples. It was snowing steadily, and we were concerned about our friends making it back safely. The concierge assured us it was very manageable. As we stood and watched our friends leave, the new arrivals checked in, took off their coats, shook them off, and stomped the snow off their boots. One couple was about our age, and I heard them address the desk clerk in Russian; the other couple was young, European, English or American. When their turn came to check in, we verified they were American by their speech. The Russian couple greeted us as they headed for the stairs. We briefly chatted, and discovered that the snow let up as soon as you were at a lower elevation. After they left, we decided to wait and welcome the young, American couple.

Obviously no older than early twenties, the man was about 5'-8" and stocky, broad-chested with big guns for arms. He had a pleasant, kind of boyish face, clean-shaven, and reasonably handsome. He had blue eyes and an open expression. His blond hair was short, combed over and worn clean around the ears and off the neck.

His wife was an attractive, petite young woman with long, straight, light-blond hair, worn at a length that fell below her bosom. She had a pretty face with delicate features, nicely-shaped, moderately full lips, the kind you see in lipstick ads, and lovely, light-blue eyes. At about 5'-4", she was taller than Jan, and like her, she had a slender body; but there, the similarities ended. She was less curvy, with a more athletic looking figure, but not girlish - and definitely not boyish. Under the ivory, cashmere, turtleneck sweater she was wearing, which was long and covered her derriere, you could make out what appeared to be average, B-cup breasts that rode high on her chest. Her snug-fitting, darker ivory leggings revealed muscular, but slender legs. Her figure brought to mind the image of a gymnast. However, with the fur-lined, 'Ugg-type' boots she was wearing, she looked more like a ski bunny at Vale.

The desk clerk gave them their keys, explained about dining arrangements, and signaled the porters to get their luggage. After receiving their keys, they turned in our direction, heading for the staircase.

As they approached, my wife whispered, "On the cheeks."

I nodded, and we intercepted the couple to welcome them to the lodge. I stepped in front of the young woman as my wife did the husband.

Jan spoke first, "You're American, aren't you?"

The young man's eyes lit up as he realized we were, too, "Yes. Hi, I'm Thomas and this is my wife, Sandra Kay."

I said, "We are so happy to see another American couple. Our friends just left and we thought we would be the only English speakers here for the rest of our stay. My name is James and this is my wife, Janine."

"Pleased to meet you," Sandra replied.

Jan asked, "What brings you here? This isn't a common destination for Americans."

With a big smile, Thomas answered, "We're on our honeymoon. This was a wedding gift from my father."

My wife said, "Oh, wonderful, congratulations! And welcome to the lodge!"

With that, she moved in and took hold of the young man's big upper arms, reached up and kissed him on each cheek. He automatically tipped his head down.

I took my cue from Jan, placing my hands on the young woman's shoulders and pulling her to me. As I leaned down, I said, "Congratulations!" and kissed her on each cheek.

Pulling back, I asked if they were going to lunch. They said they were too tired, and were going to get situated and rest up before dinner. I asked if they would like to join us then.

Jan added, "Yes, we'd love it if you joined us."

Thomas glanced at his wife, "Honey?"

Sandra nodded her head, and answered, "Well, sure, dear."

Thomas, smiling, replied, "Great, we'll see you then...Oh, what time should we be down here?"

Jan gave him a big smile, "Six will be fine. We'll wait for you at the entrance to the dining hall."

Sandra quickly put in, "I go by Sandy, and my husband goes by Tom."

With that, they headed upstairs.

Jan must have made a big impression on the young man and I commented, "Tom seemed very pleased to make our, uh correction, your acquaintance."

Jan giggled, "Mm hmm; Tom got a big grin and even got a little flushed; his ears turned red."

I asked, "You had that much of an effect on him?"

She laughed, "Well, I did mash my boobs into his big chest!"

"Naughty girl," I remarked and added, "Sandy gave me a brief, shy smile, and when we separated, she was blushing; and I know what you're thinking, and I was too; but they're newlyweds, so..."

"Mmm, yeah, maybe not ideal candidates. But, we can still have some fun, and they seemed nice."

I cautioned, "As long as we don't cause them any problems. I don't want to be responsible for something like that. But that said, she was cute as a button, and he was pretty studly,"

Jan replied, "We'll be careful, just see how they are."

When we got to our room, we laid down to take a nap, but neither of us could sleep, so we talked about our experience with Viktor and Hanna.

When the time came, I told Jan we needed to get ready for dinner. I kidded, "I think you might want to put on something a little enticing."

Not joking, Jan replied, "Oooh, good idea."

PART ONE: PAYING IT FORWARD - MAYBE

I. HARD TO HIDE

Tom and Sandy silently followed the bell boys to their room. When they got there, they were both dealing with how they reacted to the older couple that had greeted them. Yes they had been surprised, and caught off guard, but it was more than that.

Tom had instantly gotten excited by the woman, and felt guilty as hell about it. Yeah, she was beautiful, and yeah, she had pressed up against him, mashing her big breasts into his chest...but he couldn't believe he had gotten so flustered and got an erection. Fortunately, Sandy hadn't noticed.

Sandy was equally flustered. Not only was she surprised by the greeting from James, but by her reaction to him - she had gotten that 'butterflies in the stomach' and 'warm all over' feeling. She was ashamed to admit that he had that much of an effect on her - that she was attracted to him, a total stranger, an older man. Handsome though he might be, she still didn't understand her reaction.

As they dropped their coats on nearby chairs, they were both anxious to use the bathroom, especially Sandy. There was only one restroom stop available on the way, and that was several hours ago. The shuttle did make a pee stop on the side of the road and the men got out and went; but there was no way she and the other lady were going to squat on the ground, so they'd been holding it.

"I call dibs on the bathroom," Sandy chirped.

As soon as she sat on the commode, Tom came in, "Hurry, honey; I gotta go, too."

Sandy grinned, "I'll be quick."

When she looked at him, she noticed he had somewhat of an erection. At first, she thought it was because they hadn't had sex since before the wedding. After the wedding and farewell party, they straightaway departed on their trip, and had been traveling, ever since.

Then it hit her, "No, it was that lady, I'll bet." She brusquely asked, "Tommy, why is your penis so hard?"

Tom was short, but his penis wasn't, and in its current position down the right leg of his trousers, it was very obvious. His face turned crimson. As soon as he got red in the face, she knew she was right. She was instantly upset.

Tom froze. No one ever called him Tommy - except Sandy, and only when she very happy with him, or when she was upset with him. Right now, she wasn't happy.

In grade school and junior high, he got in more fights over being called Tommy. He was always self-conscious about his size, and felt that "Tommy" made him sound like a little boy. Right now, he had a bigger problem than his name. Sandy saw his hard-on, which he didn't realize he still had.

He thought quickly, "Um, I have to pee really bad."

"Then why did you get all red in the face when I asked you about it?"

He was stuck.

"It was that lady, wasn't it?"

"Crap!" Tom thought, "What do I say? If I lie now, that could just make things worse. What a way to start a honeymoon!"

"Honey...I'm sorry, okay? But we haven't been able to 'do anything' since before the wedding, and...that lady, um..."

"Janine," Sandy snapped.

"Yeah, Janine. She pressed up against me real firm like...and I didn't mean to, but I got excited."

"It was her big breasts, wasn't it?" Sandy remarked.

Tom answered by turning even redder.

"Tommy, how am I supposed to feel? We just got married; we're on our honeymoon, and a woman mashes her big boobs into you and..." Sandy paused in midsentence. At that moment she realized she was as guilty as Tom. Of course, he would never know - she didn't have a penis. But it wasn't fair to Tom, and he was the best.

"Thomas, I'm sorry. You're right. It wasn't your fault..."

"Really?" he thought, "And she called me, Thomas. That's only for when she's serious about something."

"...we haven't been together," she was saying, "for too long, and then this handsome couple, a very pretty woman and a very handsome man, greet us like that and we reacted, got excited, flustered..."

Tom interrupted, "You got excited, too?"

"Um, well, a little. He, um, James, was...well when he kissed me, you know, on the cheeks, and put his hands on my shoulders...well, he was tall, handsome and...Oh honey, I just got a little flustered. I was caught by surprise."

"Yeah, me too. It doesn't mean anything, right?" Tom quickly replied; glad he wasn't in trouble.

"No," Sandy affirmed, "we were tired and just got caught off guard. We're in a foreign country, not familiar with customs and so on...Let's just forget it; no reason to start our honeymoon off by getting upset over nothing."

"Sandy, I gotta go."

Sandy finished and hustled off the commode, "Sorry, honey. Go ahead."

While Tom was using the bathroom, Sandy asked, "Honey, do you think they're okay? Or maybe we should, I don't know, kind of avoid them?"

Tom thought for a moment and reasoned, "I don't think we have to worry. I don't think they meant anything by it, and they seemed pretty nice to me...And they are American. Let's just see how it goes tonight, and if we're not comfortable, we can tell them we just want to be alone on our honeymoon. They would understand that."

Sandy quickly latched onto that, "Yes, I think you're right. That will work."

Secretly, she wanted it to be okay to get together with them - because they were Americans, and for a reason she wasn't ready to admit, even to herself. Tom knew why he wanted it to be okay to get together with them - Janine had left him gob smacked. He felt guilty about it, but still...

After a cursory unpacking, they took quick showers, crawled on the bed and quickly fell asleep. They overslept and didn't wake up till after 5:30.

Sandy awoke first, "Oh shoot, look at the time! We have to get dressed. Put on your heathered grey polo and the dark grey slacks. I want us to look nice. Oh, I have to do my make-up!"

They tore into their suitcases and got ready; both were excited and looking forward to dinner with the new couple. Truth be known, they had both been dreading this vacation - someplace in the middle of Nowhere, Russia. But, since it was a wedding gift from his father, they were stuck. Now, however, they had met this nice, American couple; they wouldn't be all alone with no one who spoke English. Things were looking up.

II. OH, THE WEB WE WEAVE

When I suggested to Jan that she put something more 'enticing' on, I think she misunderstood. In my opinion, she overshot the mark - not complaining, mind you.

"Holy crap, babe," I choked out, almost spilling soda on my trousers.

She had on a snug fitting, thin, ecru-colored, silk blouse that featured a deep V-neck, and she had left the top button undone, revealing quite a bit of cleavage; and the faint shadows of her dark areolae revealed she was sans bra or camisole, and her pert nipples were equally evident, poking the thin fabric. Also, she was wearing a butt-hugging, navy blue, pencil skirt that ended just below the knees with a slit on the side; and underneath, she had on sheer panty hose and nothing else. I know, because the little tart showed me.

I joked, "Wow, honey, I figured you just wanted to get his attention, not cause him to make a mess in his pants!"

"Very funny," she replied, "What about you? I think you should wear that dark blue, Calvin Klein button-down you look so hot in."

"Will do."

As we were running a couple minutes late, we hurried downstairs to the restaurant. The young couple wasn't there. We waited a few minutes and decided we had scared them off. Guess we would have to work on our technique. Might as well eat.

Then we saw them rushing down the stairs. They arrived making apologies and we assured them it was fine. Tom was wearing a tight-fitting polo that showed off his muscular physique. Sandy had changed into a pale, powder-blue, silk blouse, similar to Jan's, except where Jan's was tucked in, hers was worn with the long tails out, just covering her crotch and rear end. I could detect no bra, but figured she had on a camisole. Still, the shape of her plump breasts and her prominent nipples were evident. She had on slightly-darker blue leggings that looked like they were painted on.

I suspected they were trying to impress us. Hmm, maybe our technique wasn't so bad after all.

I informed them the staff was already starting to serve, so we should get seated. I hooked Sandy's arm and Jan did the same to Tom, and we led them to the table. As we split them up, I saw the look on Tom's face and was afraid he might protest, but Jan had it under control.

"Tom, you sit here, directly across from your lovely bride, so you don't have to take your eyes off her."

"Yes ma'am," he smiled.

"Oh please, call me Jan. You'll make me feel old if you call me ma'am."

"Oh no, I didn't mean it that way at all. I was taught to always refer to a lady..."

"Tom it's okay. I was just ribbing you a little."

As we sat, my wife continued the chatter, "So, Tom, you said this was a gift from your father. How did he know about this place? It's not exactly main-stream."

"My father was an attaché in Moscow for several years, then went into business with a company that specializes in Siberian oil exploration. He's been to this lodge several times."

Jan acted impressed, "Oh, that's fascinating. Does he still do that?"

"No, he has some health problems and retired a couple years ago."

"Yeah, and filthy rich," I thought.

I added, "I'm surprised he sent you here instead some place more...conventional, more mainstream."

Sandy spoke up, "Oh, his dad wanted us to have a 'unique, Russian experience' - not a typical 'touristy' thing. Tom is going to work for his dad's company - he's still on the board; and he said we would most likely end up in Russia at some point. Tom is going to start Russian studies and language classes in January."

"Well, that sounds great. I hope it goes well for you," Jan replied.

From there, we chatted through dinner and I directed the staff in Russian as they tended to our needs. Sandy was impressed and asked about my language skills. It gave me a new subject for conversation. We learned that they had both completed their sophomore year in college, and had taken a semester off, partially to accommodate the wedding, and to take a break from school. They were ahead in required classes as they had both taken college-credit classes in high school, and with the families' support, they had moved their planned betrothal up from its original, after-graduation date, to now.

"We were both experiencing some burn-out," Sandy explained, "and we were kind of tired of waiting to get married. We discussed it with our parents, and it was decided that we should go ahead, get married, and take the semester off."

While we were talking, I casually patted Sandy's leg, timing it as emphasis with a point I was making. Touching her leg was like touching it naked with the skin-tight leggings she was wearing - and they didn't block the heat emanating from her skin.

The first time I touched her leg, she flinched, but after that she relaxed. So, after one such pat, I left my hand on her leg, let it rest there a few seconds, then casually removed it. She didn't react to that, either, so I continued to occasionally repeat my actions.

After finishing her meal, I noticed Jan still had one hand under the table and Tom was slightly red in the face. I suggested we retire to the cocktail lounge for a couple drinks. Tom quickly excused himself for a trip to the restroom. I took the opportunity to guide Sandy to the lounge, directing her with my hand placed gently in the small of her back. Jan said she would wait for Tom to make sure he found us.

When Tom returned, he found Jan waiting for him. Sandy must be with James. That concerned him. But he wasn't concerned for long.

Jan saw the look on his face and quickly distracted him, "Tom, you have an amazing physique. You must work out a lot. James used to, but he has slacked off some with age. Don't get me wrong, he still has a nice body, but nothing like yours."