Author's ed. notes:
This story is a sequel/continuation of "From Russia with Love." I strongly recommend you read that first. The primary characters and story theme are developed there.
Also, part of prologue and primary character introductions from "From Russia with Love" are repeated here, along with a few paragraphs from the end of that story to provide continuity and to refresh the reader's memory.
This is one of my longest stories, but stick with it; there is a lot of erotic action – a lot!
Authors standing note:
My stories are long – two and three-parters. They are usually slow burners with the hot sex in later chapters – but worth the read and worth the wait, in my humble opinion. Please enjoy.
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PROLOGUE
With our son now in college and both of us moving into consulting jobs, we are able to vacation more frequently and in the off-season, which is great because we really do dislike the crowds and all the touristy hoopla that accompanies the regular vacation times. We were also very much looking forward to some more "adult" venues. When you have children, you are tied to school schedules, and to the typical destinations – think mouse ears.
When we were planning our first new adventure, we looked for an off-the-beaten-path destination and a hopefully unique, "not in the regular tourist guide" experience. This story is about that first empty-nesters vacation we took last fall.
Destination: A lodge in the Ural Mountains in Russia – unique, off the beaten path? Check!
Through a business associate from Munich, I learned about a mountain lodge that sits below a waterfall in the southern end of the Urals, north of Kazakhstan. October is the beginning of the off-season there, and the serious weather doesn't usually come until mid-November. This provides about a month-plus window of opportunity for an uncrowded and less expensive vacation – and no mouse ears!
The lodge is regionally famous for its scenery, beautiful accommodations, its great spa and its fantastic, highly personalized service. Once a retreat for elite Soviet party members (and their mistresses), it now caters mostly to wealthy Russians and well-healed Eastern Europeans (and frequently, their mistresses); occasionally, however, it is visited by Western Europeans and a few adventurous Americans. As part of a two-week vacation, starting in St. Petersburg, we booked a week at the lodge in mid-October to round out our all-Russia vacation.
The grand lodge completely lived up to all its press and our stay did not disappoint in the "unique experiences" category, either. That box was a definite check.
From the story "From Russia with Love," you will remember we met a unique couple and had some interesting, first time experiences – to put it mildly. As they left, we met a new couple checking in, and putting our new found "skills" to work, we introduced ourselves to the two young people.
INTRODUCTIONS
Jan and I have been married 19 years and have one son. We are middle-upper class, conservative, and sexually moderate. We are not fuddy duddies, but when it comes to our sex life, reading adult erotica, fantasy role-play and some reasonably tame experimentation is about as far as we stretch the envelope. Jan is mildly bi-curious, and we have entertained the idea of swapping; those two areas provide most of the fodder for our fantasy play. But we have never had the collective nerve or the opportunity to actually participate in either one.
I am James, 6'-1," 190 lbs. and 47 years old. I am quite fit and women notice me, but don't go "gaga." I have dark blond/light brown hair, somewhat wavy and still thick. I wear it in a long business cut. I have a medium complexion and am usually sporting a moderate tan from frequent outdoor activities (We live in the Sun Belt). According to my wife – and my mirror (lol), I am good looking. I have well defined facial features, but nothing especially striking. My eyes are a steel blue and I am clean shaven.
Physically, I am fairly well proportioned and reasonably well muscled, but not broad shouldered or barrel-chested and no washboard stomach. I jog faithfully and have a moderate exercise routine, but do not work out. We live a very active life style and are involved in a variety of outdoor activities that contribute to our good health and physical fitness.
My wife, Janine, 40, is a beautiful, auburn-haired pixie and she is hard to describe without giving the wrong impression. She is buxomy, but slim and petite. Essentially, she is a short, slender woman with big boobs and a big butt. No, not that big!
Barely 5 foot tall and 105 pounds, she is a testament to the saying, "Dynamite comes in small packages!" She has a 37-22-34 figure. Her almost porcelain-white skin and long, wavy, cinnamon-colored hair (natural) are a striking combination by themselves, but add her lovely, delicate facial features, luscious, full lips and striking, emerald green eyes to the mix, and you have a face that can stop traffic! And yes, men do go "gaga" over her! I sure did the first time I saw her – and every day since.
But it's not just her beautiful face that gets men's attention. If her face can stop traffic, her body could make a Navy aircraft carrier under full, military power come to a screeching halt, leaving skid marks in the water. Her petite, slender body is blessed with two sets of attributes that just force men to stare. They can't help it. She has the firmest C-cup breasts I've ever seen on a woman her size and they have only a moderate amount of declination, just enough to keep them from looking fake, which they absolutely are not. Now, size-C breasts would not be so noticeable on say, a woman who was 5'-8" and 140 lbs. or larger, but on my wife's petite, slender frame, they do stand out.
I mentioned two sets of attributes – she is blessed, coming and going. For the "poor guy" who can't take his eyes off her beautiful face and gorgeous breasts as she walks by, there is no mercy "around the corner," because as soon as she passes by, his eyes will be drawn to her perfectly sculpted, incredibly firm and beautifully rounded behind. Of course, by this time, that poor guy has a hard-on, his wife has punched him and stormed off in a snit, and his phone is already ringing with a call from the divorce attorney.
All kidding aside, I saw something like that happen. Two years ago at a company picnic, I watched a guy's wife confront him because he had been ogling my wife all day. I couldn't hear the exchange, but while she was dressing him down, he actually looked past her at my wife again. She slapped him and stomped off. And the guy was in only in his mid-twenties as was his wife. But my then 38-year old wife had severely turned his head. I'm pretty sure that story didn't have a happy ending. But, worry not, the upcoming story does have – a happy one – ending, that is.
THE STORY
I. ...SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY!
That afternoon, Viktor and Elsa checked out and we said our goodbyes in the lobby, each embracing the other's spouse and kissing and holding them for some time. The staff discreetly ignored us. I gave Viktor a sincere hug, stepped back, and firmly shook his hand. Next to us, the women held each other and briefly kissed.
Jan and I would never be the same. We had the first sexual experience in our marriage that included someone else. It was intense and exciting. It had been a very dangerous undertaking. But we more than survived. We had thrived. Among everything else, we are, after all, sexual animals. And our sexual beasts were set free for one incredible night. As a result, we were changed; not sure how that would play out or what it would portend, but we were forever different people, at least in that one respect. We didn't know what was next, but we agreed we were ready and open for anything that did not threaten our love, our lives together.
We didn't have to wait long to find out how things would play out.
As our friends departed, a young couple checked in. Obviously no older than mid-20's, the man was about 5'-8," stocky and broad-chested with big guns for arms. He had a pleasant, kind of boyish face that was reasonably handsome. He had blue eyes and an open expression. His blond hair was short, worn clean off the neck and ears and he was clean-shaven.
His wife was a cute little "pixie" with long, straight, light-blond hair, worn at a length that fell to just below her breasts in front. She had a pretty face with delicate features, perfectly shaped lips, the kind you see in lipstick ads, and lovely pale-blue eyes.
