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An Effective Training Program

By: Jimmela



 Like most of my stories, this one is based on "true events". Either I have lived it, talked with someone who did or met the characters and had them tell me of an experience of theirs. It's a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy.

Dirk Stimson

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Let's start with me. I'm forty four years old. My name is Dave Daniels. I am divorced with no children. I was vice president of a tech company that developed an application for the on-line dating business that we were able to sell for a lot of money.

Since I spent most of my time on the computer, often working from home in my shorts, my medieval parents never thought I worked. Well, not like my dad who had been a baker for thirty years.

I went to my parents' home after the sale was complete to share the good news. My dad said "Good - now, you gonna get a real job?"

That was when I felt it was time to leave Minnesota, its frigid winters and move to Florida. I now invest in start-ups and do some consulting. I had been a middle distance runner in college so since I was done with sixteen hour days, I took up running once again.

A good friend of mine called me one day to ask a favor. He was out of town for a couple of weeks and found a projector system he wanted on Craig's List. The lady that wanted to sell it was about twenty miles from my condo, but what the hell, Jerry was a bud and I sure had the time on my hands.

I called the number Jerry gave me and a lady with an accent answered. Now in Florida this is no big deal, but the accent we hear the most by far is Spanish - and this lady was no way Hispanic. Best bet? Eastern European. 

I told her I could come by about eleven the next morning and got an okay, she would hold the projector.

I ran my five mile route in the morning - it was summer in Central Florida, best to have your running done before eight AM. Had a couple of conference calls. I plugged the address she had given me in my iPhone and found it was in Wedgefield Estates. Why is every development in Central Florida "Estates" or "Reserves" when most of the homes are under two thousand feet and have garages stuffed with everything except cars?

It had not yet hit ninety degrees, so I put the top down on the Porsche (fruits of the sale) and headed into the country. The drive was pleasant, and Wedgefield Estates turned out to be this kind of bucolic development with unimaginative homes on large lots. 

There were mostly middle class cars and some large tractor sections of a tractor trailer, indicating a long distance trucker lived there.

 

Three turns brought me to an attractive home without a pink flamingo in the front yard, some toys on the small front steps and a four door Honda in the driveway. The door was answered by a rather heavy set woman with large breasts, beautiful green eyes and thick chestnut hair cut short.

She was wearing a rather tight short sleeved tee shirt with "Space Coast" on the front and shorts that showed sturdy legs, a bit thicker than they should have been. "Mister Daniels? Please come in."

Polish? Russian? Had to be. "Yes ma'am. Tanya?"

She broke into a huge smile that lit her whole face and showed very white teeth behind some full lips. "Yes, Tanya."

She waved me into a small living room where two girls somewhere between three and five stared at me with huge eyes. "Girls!" She said sharply, followed by a string of words that definitely sounded Russian to me.

They took off giggling past a small dining room into a large space I guess you could call a "Great Room" with white sofas and chairs - not a good idea I thought, with two youngsters in the house.

She turned on a huge flat screen television, must have been at least sixty two inches and the girls sat down - much too close, I thought - to watch some cartoon stuff.

 

She led me back into the dining room and lifted what I guessed was the projector on the table. She pulled up a laptop and gave me a quick demo of the projector. It flashed a large picture on the opposite wall and seemed to be in working order.

Just then the front doorbell rang. "Must be Alina," she said and went to the door. I turned my head and there was a younger looking woman, I'd say middle thirties.

She brought Alina to the dining room and introduced me. Alina was smaller and shorter than Tanya. She had blonde hair down to her shoulders and a loose fitting v-necked short sleeved shirt. She too wore shorts but her legs were just terrific. Okay, I'm a boob guy, but I couldn't tell much about Alina; the shirt was too loose fitting.

Alina leaned against the opening to the great room while Tanya and I finished up the business with the projector. I put it back in the box and slid it across the table to pick it up.

"You are runner?" Tanya suddenly asked.

I realized I was wearing a tee shirt from my running group, The Track Shack Runners. "Oh, yeah, I answered. It's the group I run with. We do some races, but mostly just like to run roads and trails."

Alina stood away from the wall. "You look in good shape."

I picked up the box, getting ready to leave. "Well, yeah, I try. Running, I find is the best thing for your heart, your weight control - almost everything, if you do it right."

Tanya spoke up. "I always want to learn to run. But I have no breath." Okay, so here was a subject about which I was pretty much an evangelist. I put the box back down on the dining room table.

"Tanya, that is what comes as you get better at it. Look there are a few simple things I can show you and you can take it from there - if you are really interested."

"Oh - I would love to. I was once small girl -believe me or not, in Russia.

"

"Oh, I can believe that. You know, you are still a beautiful woman, but with a few less pounds..."

Alina broke into a tinkling giggle. "A few less? Not enough. No way."

I felt this strange need to come to Tanya's defense. "Look, ladies. It is not an overnight thing. You have to stay with it. But Tanya, you will be incredible if you have the patience."

She stood up. She was a good three inches taller than me. "These," she said, pushing her breasts up, "were once beautiful. But after two kids and American food..."

"And they can be again. Can I ask how old you are?"

"Forty one."

"Oh God, lady - you could be as you were. Promise." I had to throw a dig at Alina. "And you too, Alina - you better watch your shape."

"I would like to exercise," she said in a small voice.

I turned back to Tanya. "What about your husband? Does he work out?"

She laughed a hearty laugh. "Peter is in Poland for a month on business. No, he makes me look skinny. Okay, Mr. Daniels, what do I do to start?"

By now the kids were running around the great room and it was getting loud.

"Well..." I started.

Tanya held up a hand. "Alina" - followed by a stream of Russian. Alina nodded and went into the great room to restore order.

"Mr. Daniels,"

"Please - Dave."

"Okay, Dave - can you come in the bedroom where we can have some quiet? Don't worry, I am harmless."

I held up both my hands. "Hey, whatever."

She led me through the great room to a door next to the TV. It led to a short hall with a bathroom at the end and two doors, one on each side. She opened the one to the right and led me in to a decent sized bedroom with a king sized bed covered in pink and blue. Not my taste, but..

.

"Sit down Mr. - Dave." She motioned me to a large chair in the corner. She stood about five feet in front of me. 

"Now, what is first thing I need?"

"First? Shoes. Biggest expense, but most necessary."

She nodded and moved to a double door closet across from the bed. She opened one door and rummaged inside. She came up with a good looking pair of Nikes and handed them to me, standing in front of me.

"Wow, Tanya, these are great. Expensive too. If you don't run, or exercise, why do you have these?"

She blushed from her chest to her cheeks. "I thought maybe someday, I want my shape back. But you are first to talk to me seriously."

"Well, this is a good start."

"Good. What else I need?"

"Well, the shorts you're wearing are fine for a start. The shirt as well."

"That all?"

I took a deep breath, my eyes on those large breasts of hers. "Umm, do you have any other bras?"

She smiled and seemed embarrassed. "Yah, in drawer." She went to one of the dressers on the other side of the room, opened a drawer and pulled out two or three bras. "These," she said with a little color in her cheeks.

She held them out to me. "Okay asshole," I said to myself, "what sort of expertise you going to apply now?"

"They all right?" Her brow was wrinkled and she looked really concerned. I sighed, reached over and took one from her hand.

"I don't know if these are large enough or tight enough. You see the idea of a sports bra is so that you can run and not...well...flail yourself to death." I tried a weak smile.

"Dave, I think you are smart man. Very American. Very handsome. I trust you." With that she reached down and pulled the tee shirt over her head. She stood in front of me, her large breasts bursting from her bra. Without hesitation she reached down and took off her shorts. She wore a simple white set of panties underneath and I could see a solid red bush around her pussy.

"What I need to do?"

"Wow, Tanya. That's a little more than I expected. Here, umm - try this bra you handed me. You can go in the bathroom, I'll wait."

She smiled again, reached behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts stood up a lot better than I had imagined. They did not sag, just by their sheer volume, they filled her chest. She took the other bra from me and put it on. It was tighter and her breasts swelled above it. I meanwhile was getting a solid hard on.

"This okay?" She said with the innocence of a child.

"Well, what the hell," I thought. The cute little blonde in the other room, two little kids in the great room and here I am with a large, voluptuous and I must say, rather sexy one in a bra and panties.

I stood in front of her and lifted both breasts in my hands. "A sports bra would lift them like this and they would stay still and firm, understand?"

She looked at me through half closed eyes. Her cheeks were even more red and she was breathing hard. She took my hands and pushed them against her breasts and took my thumbs and pressed them against her nipples.

"I could get thin and pretty enough for you to be interest in me?" She said it softly, her lips trembling.

I began to massage her nipples through the bra fabric. She moved right up to me and put her arms around me. She was a half a head taller than me. I reached up just a little and found those full lips. She kissed me hard.

She backed up, went to the door and locked it. Without turning around, she undid her bra and dropped her panties. She turned to me with a serious look on her face.

"Dave, I not been loved in two months. Peter, he doesn't..." I saw tears begin to fall on her cheeks. I went quickly to her and took her in my arms. She held on to me so tightly I thought I wouldn't be able to move. 

She took my hand and led me to the bed. She leaned over and pulled back that awful blue and pink spread. The sheets underneath were gray - a little better.

As she leaned I looked at her buttocks. They were solid and round and not fat or with any wrinkles. This lady had done some physical labor in her life.

She turned back to me with a shy smile on her face. She sat on the edge of the bed and put her arms out to me. Still fully clothed, I moved to the bed. She reached for the bottom of my tee shirt and lifted it over my head. She looked down and could not miss the roaring hard on through my shorts.

She took my belt, undid it and unzipped the fly. She pulled my shorts down and then my Jockeys. My cock stood straight up. Now, I have no porn star dimensions, a good six, maybe six and a half inches - but I've never had any complaints. 

My ex used to say "you can't tell the depth of the well from the length of the handle on the pump."

She took me in her hand and looked up at me with those green eyes. "Dave, you are beautiful man." She moved to the center of the bed and laid there.

I came up on the bed and leaned over her.

"Tanya," I said softly. "We just met. You don't know me. Are you sure?"

She reached up and covered my lips with her hand.

"I know you, Dave Daniels. I want you should love me."

She pulled me on top of her, spread her legs and took my cock in her hand again. Slowly she guided me in to her dripping pussy. As soon as I was in her, she thrust her large hips up and grabbed me by the ass and began to thrust up and down, muttering - in Russian, I guess.

I kept up with her as best I could as she moved up and down and then put those strong legs around my back pulling me even farther into her. I was sweating and straining and holding on. It was marvelous and scary and different. Finally she took her legs from me and placed her feet on either side of me and lifted her legs, holding my face close to hers.

I grabbed her solid buttocks and pulled her further into me as I felt her pussy tighten around me. I began to move side to side inside her, feeling a little air escape from her tight lips every time I did. I moved back a bit and took one arm under each leg at the knee and lifted her legs over my head. I braced my knees on the bed and got lost feeling her hands clutching my back and watching her eyes squint and then open fully, biting her lips.

"I coming, Dave...I coming," she whispered. I felt her pussy tighten and unable to hold back, I came as hard as I ever came in my life. Her head shook violently from side to side, she moaned loudly and she shuddered. I felt her juices squirt over my cock and run down my balls.

Finally, both of us bathed in sweat, she collapsed under me and slowly her breath slowed down. She put one hand behind my head and put her lips close to my ear.

"Dave, you are best fuck I ever have. I still want to learn to run, okay?"

It was hard for me not to laugh. I sighed. "Tanya, if you can learn to run like you make love, you'll win the goddam New York Marathon."

Then she began to laugh. We both had the giggles. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. She looked up at me and put her hand on my mouth. She turned her head towards the door.

"Tanya? Are you okay?" It was Alina.

Tanya pushed me off her and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "We are fine, Alina. We are going over running things. Everything okay?"

"Time for the kids' naps. I need little help out here, okay?"

"I be right there. Get them in bedroom."

She hurriedly dressed, her face still flushed. "Make bed," she whispered to me. She slipped out through the door and left me lying on the bed, covered in sweat, my cock limp.

I got up, went through the door that I was sure led to the bathroom and washed my face and my crotch. I came back in the bedroom and made the bed as best I could. 

Looking for a cover of some kind, I picked up Tanya's shoes and went back out into the hall. The two girls were sitting at the kitchen table, each with a coke in their hands.

"Ah, these will do fine, Tanya. I mean when you want to start..."

Alina had a wicked smile on her face. "You know Dave Daniels, I want to learn what you teach Tanya. It puts me in good shape, too?"

"Uh-oh..." I thought. I may have bitten off more than I can chew, if you will pardon the apt expression. "Well, yeah, I guess...sure. You girls ready to start learning to...um...run?"

They both laughed. Tanya said "Alina's husband Miro is partner with Peter. They both in Poland now. Good time for us to learn new things."

I looked at my watch. I did have some work to do today. "Okay ladies, I think I understand the type of training you both need. Shall we say Saturday morning at ten?"

"Fine, Dave Daniels," said Tanya. "I remember what you tell me today. Saturday we both have shoes and training bra, right?"

"Well, that's a start. See you on Saturday..." I kept shaking my head all the way home. What the hell happened today?

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The rest of the week was a blur of activity. I had meetings out at the University about becoming an Adjunct Professor to teach a class on entrepreneurship, put together an advisory board for one of the startups in which I'm invested and had a meeting with a Homeless Charity about moving homeless families into permanent housing.

I did get to run and do my cross-training. Friday afternoon, when I do my bookkeeping, the phone rang for the gillianth time that day. It was Tanya.

"Dave? Is Tanya. We going to run tomorrow - you me and Alina?"

"Tanya! So glad you called to confirm. Of course. I'll see you at your house about ten?"

"Good. Dave? We both got running bras. Can't wait for you to see them, okay?" And she hung up.

I sat still holding the phone. Damn. She was bigger than me, she fucked like an Olympian and she really wanted to learn to run? We shall see.

It was getting hot by ten the next day, but fortunately clouds were rolling in. It meant the afternoon showers would be early and the edge would be off the heat. 

The plan was to spend a few minutes showing Tanya and Alina how they should plant their feet, how to stride, where to hold their arms - low, at their sides - and then do a little road test, walking and running.

I rang the doorbell. I was dressed in my running shorts, a light sleeveless running jersey and my Asics. I had half a dozen towels and a dozen bottles of water in the Porsche.

Tanya opened the door. I have to admit, she looked great. Her chestnut hair was pulled back, showing off her strong face and solid jaw. She was wearing a tee shirt and it was obvious her breasts were in a tight running bra, but cleavage was undeniable.

"Dave, thank you for coming," she said loudly and took me in her arms with a real Russian bear hug, except she ground her pelvis into me as she did.

 

"A deal is deal," I said lightly and put my hands on her hips to escape. I stepped into the living room and there was Alina, sitting on the edge of one of the chairs. 

She was wearing a very tight tee shirt that showed off well-formed arms and breasts snug under her running bra. She had on really short running shorts and her legs looked like she was doing some kind of exercise.

She stood up and gave me a quick hug. "Thank you Mr. Daniels. This is most kind of you."

"Please, both of you. It's just Dave. Let me say that this is probably the worst time to start running in Florida because of the heat. So we'll take it easy. 

If at any point you decide this is not for you, don't feel bad. We'll find some other exercise to train with." As soon as it was out of my mouth I got it. Shit! I'm beginning to talk naturally in double entendres. 

"Okay, let's start with this. Your muscles have to be stretched before you begin any strenuous exercise. Have either of you done any stretching exercises? 

They looked at each other and shrugged. "You show us?" Tanya put her hands on her generous hips.

"Okay - can we go in that other room? We are going to need some room. By the way, where are the young ones?"

Tanya grabbed my shoulder on the way into the Great Room. "Play date. Then sleepover. We free until tomorrow morning."

I taught them some basic stretches, they seemed to get it.

"Okay, ladies, we take to the outdoors." 

We walked out to the driveway.

"Tanya, you first. I want you to run down the street to the house next door. That's all. Then walk back."

Tanya walked to the end of the driveway, took a deep breath and lumbered down the street to next door. I clocked maybe a dozen things wrong with her breathing and her form, but at least she made it to next door.

Alina was better. She was lighter on her feet, she managed to keep her arms low and did not seem in the least winded when she walked back.


An Effective Training Program



"Okay, ladies," I said with both of them standing in front of me. "Believe it or not, I'm going to teach you something you've been doing wrong your entire lives."

Tanya gave me a wicked smile. "Dave, you are helluva teacher. I told Alina."

I was stumped. They both were smiling at me. I took a deep breath. "Okay, Tanya, you first." I walked over to her, stood beside her and put my hand on her stomach. She smiled at me. 

"What you want me to do, Dave?"

"I want you to breathe in and as you do, fill your stomach - let the air go in. Then hold your breath for one count and pull your stomach in as you breathe out."

She did that for three or four breaths. Then as she breathed in, she put her hand over mine and moved it a few inches lower so that I was just below her navel. "You can breathe like this?" She asked, her brow wrinkling.

"Well, yeah...I do naturally now."

"Show us, Dave Daniels."

I lifted my shirt up to my chest and breathed a deep breath in, pushing my stomach out. Tanya put her hand at my belt line, her hand moving towards my crotch.

"I like to feel you breathe," she said softly, her fingers trailing up to my chest.

"Alina, come - you try." Alina came over to me and said "Put your hand on me, Dave. I try to breathe right way." She pulled her shirt out of her shorts and up to her bra. She had a tight stomach with real definition.

I put my hand on her stomach and felt it slowly move in and out. My shirt was out of my shorts now which was a good thing, because I had a reasonable boner underneath it. "Alina, you are toned. You do exercise, right?"

"I was gymnastics teacher in Russia. But I never run before."

Tanya was watching my hand on Alina's stomach. She walked over. "We run some more before it rain?"

I spent the next half hour showing them how to run by landing on their heels and rolling off their toes. I showed them how to put their hands low like they were swimming.

As the first rumbles of thunder crashed from out of the east, I looked at the sky and called to both girls. "Hey ladies? That's it. You never run when there is thunder or lightening. Let's get back inside."

We went inside as the wind began to pick up and swirls of dust came off the empty lot across the street. As soon as I ushered both girls in and closed the door, I turned around. They were standing next to each other, both sweating and flushed.

"Well, how we do first day?" Tanya asked with a small smile.

"To tell you the truth, I'm really surprised. I thought you would quit in the first fifteen minutes - half hour for sure. But you did great."

Her smile broadened to her entire face. "Thank you Dave. I am surprised. We celebrate now?"

I shook my head. "Well I don't know about celebrating just yet. Let's get a couple of weeks of this under our belts first, okay?"

She looked disappointed. "You the coach. Okay. But how about lunch. We make. Okay?"

Alina smiled and nodded along with Tanya. "Well," looking at my Polar Watch, "Okay. Really don't have to be anywhere..."

Tanya clapped her hands. "Good!" And she swirled into the kitchen. Alina stood there, still smiling at me.

"Umm, Tanya?" I called. "Any chance I can get a shower? Hate to bother you, but I am beginning to smell like a men's locker room."

"Sure." She called from the kitchen where I heard plates banging. "Alina? Show Dave my bathroom, okay?"

Of course, I knew the bathroom. Shit, I cleaned my dick in there after fucking Tanya, but I didn't think I should share that with Alina

.

Alina held out a hand and took mine. "Come, Dave, I show you," she said almost shyly. 

We walked through to Tanya's bedroom - still with the ugly coverlet and she opened the door to the bathroom.

"Thanks Alina. I won't be that long." I smiled at her and closed the bathroom door behind me. 

The tub was standard with a shower that you turned on the bath and then pulled the little thingee and the water came out of the shower head.

I got the water hot, stripped off my running clothes and suddenly remembered, "Oh shit - I don't have anything to change back into...Oh well, at least my body will be clean."

I stepped carefully into the tub and let the water spill over me. I heard a small sound outside the tub and stood very still for a few seconds. Then I heard Alina's voice.

"Dave? I take your clothes to wash, is all right?"

"Oh. Alina. I mean thanks. I'm afraid I never gave a thought..."

With that, the shower curtain opened and there stood Alina, completely naked. She was toned. Good shoulders, flat stomach, decent sized breasts that stood up with pink nipples and small aerolas.

She looked at me as I looked at her. Looking at her, I got an instant hard on. She looked at it and smiled. "Tanya said you got a great cock. She was right."

With that, she climbed into the tub. As she did I noticed the little blonde fringe around her pussy. She stood with her back to me and shivered a little. Her back had rippling muscles of the kind you would expect from a gymnast.

I had put the soap in the soap dish beside me. She reached down, her wrist grazing my hard on. She took the soap and turned to me. 

"I wash your back?"

"Well, I mean sure." I turned and felt strong hands rub me vigorously up through my shoulders and then down to my buttocks. She took her time and I leaned against the wall away from the shower. "God Alina," I said softly, "that feels wonderful."

"Good. Then turn around."

I did and she started on my neck and shoulders. I watched the muscles flex in her arms and her breasts jiggle just the slightest bit as she washed. Her face was a picture of pure concentration. She soaped me on my stomach and when she got just below my navel she looked up at me and smiled.

She slowly got on her knees and as the water cascaded down her back, she took my testicles in her hand and gently began to soap them. 

I was trying to keep my knees from collapsing.

She looked up at me, water running down her body, her hair plastered against her face and shoulders and smiled. She took my half hard cock in her hand and began to soap it and stroke it.

I managed to say, between clenched teeth, "Alina, I'm liable to come all over you if you don't..."

She abruptly stopped stroking me and stood up. She moved a half step and was right up against me, my cock trapped between her legs, her breasts brushing just below my chest. 

"Tanya, she tell you about my husband?"

"Well no - just that he and Tanya's husband are partners."

"Miro is Polish."

"So?"

"I don't know, Polish men, they don't like loving. They like fucking until they come. They don't care what I want."

I reached around her and turned the water off. "So tell me, Alina, what is it that you want?"

She grabbed me around the waist tighter and rubbed her body back and forth across mine, making my cock swing from side to side. "I want what you give Tanya. She told me that you are best fuck she ever had. You take your time and make sure she is satisfied. You are a good man, Dave."

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. "How old are you, Alina?"

She looked up at me and thrust her jaw out. "I am thirty. Tanya is forty. She has more experience than me. But, I want you, Dave."

With that she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it again. I gently took her hand away, lifted the hand to my lips and kissed it.

"Alina, I am flattered. Making love to you would, I am sure, be fantastic. But we are in Tanya's bathroom and she is making lunch. Maybe we can wait a bit?"

"Tanya knows I want you. She says is all right if we fuck."

With that, Alina pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out on the bathroom floor, holding my hand and leading me out as well. She took a large towel and began to vigorously dry my shoulders, my back and down my legs. She came to the front of me and rubbed my chest, concentrating on where she was drying.

She smiled at me again and knelt in front of me. She began to dry the front of my legs and came to my cock. She took it in her hand and began to gently pat it with the towel. I got rock hard.

She tentatively leaned in and licked the underside of my cock. She took it in her hand and then looked up at me, her blue eyes puzzled. "I never do this before. Tanya tried to teach me how to suck but I don't know..."

I reached down and pulled her damp body up until she stood. "That can wait. You really want me to make love to you, now?"

"Tanya went to store to give us time. Yes, I want you now".

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. This was weird. There was the bed where I fucked Tanya a week ago.

Alina went over and pulled down the ugly coverlet and there were the gray sheets. She sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned me to her.

She had her hands in her lap, looking up at me. "How you want me, Dave?" Her blue eyes were opened really wide and her breathing was shallow.

I reached down and took her chin in my hand. I leaned in and kissed her gently. "I want you to be one with me. I want to love you gently and for a long time. The two of you talking about me and sex, that is something that is brand new to me."

She smiled, scooted farther on the bed and turned around. She got up on her knees and put her head down. Her ass was staring me in the face and I could see wet pussy lips just visible below her ass.

Softly I said, "is this how you like to have sex, Alina?"

She looked back at me. "Miro always fuck me from behind. He standing on floor, me like this. Is okay?"

I stood up, reached over and pulled her legs out from under her. She was lying flat on her stomach. I lay down next to her and took her in my arms. 

"Alina, of course it's okay. But I really think it's better if we are lying together and can feel all of each other. Understand?"

She looked at me from inches away and a smile came over her. At that moment she was truly beautiful. "Tanya told me you were gentle and good, both. Show me?"

I took her fully in my arms and held her from her head to her toes, my throbbing cock against her stomach. I kissed her gently but she grabbed my face and kissed me really hard and then kissed me all over my face.

I rolled her on her back and began to kiss her neck, licking each ear. She shuddered every time my tongue went in her ear. She lay still, her hands grabbing the sheet beside her. I kissed down the middle of her chest and then began to lick each nipple.

She was panting and moving her legs. "Dave, I never feel like this..."

I looked up from just above her navel. "Alina, tell me. When is the last time you had an orgasm?

"

"You mean last time I come? I never come. Tanya told me it was like her head coming off first time with Peter. But Peter not fuck her much any more. She tell me she come hard with you." She shuddered again. "You think?..."

I began to run my tongue around her navel. She began to writhe. I moved my hands from her breasts to her groin. I stroked gently just above her pussy lips, then gently began to stroke her just inside her vagina.

She jumped and grabbed my wrists. I stopped and looked at her face. She was flushed. "Dave...I don't know...oh God, please do more." She dropped her hands and grabbed the sheets.

Her legs fell apart and her butt lifted off the bed. I gently put one finger inside her pussy and began to stroke it in and out. She writhed and was muttering in what I guess was Russian.

I took my finger out and scooted a little lower on the bed. I licked her just above her pussy, took my hands and spread her vagina lips apart and began to lick her pussy, finding the clit and circling it with my tongue.

She began to writhe even more and I had a problem keeping my tongue engaged. Suddenly her feet planted themselves on the bed, she lifted her buttocks, grabbed me by the back of the head and thrust me into her pussy so hard I had trouble breathing. 

She shuddered once more and then I felt her juices flowing out of her on to my face, down my chin and on to the bed. "Dave, Dave..." she whispered and then collapsed onto the bed.

I took a part of the sheet, wiped my face and looked up at her. She was lying flat on her back, breathing slowly, her eyes closed. 

"Alina?" I questioned quietly.

She lifted her head a bit. Her blue eyes were glistening. "I heard about it," she said softly, "but I didn't know what it was. Thank you Dave." She began to cry.

I came up and took her in my arms. "Why are you crying?"

She spoke into my shoulder. "Why I have to wait till I'm thirty years old to feel that?"

I softly stroked her back. "I don't know, Alina. Is Miro the only man you've ever went to bed with?"

She nodded. "I was virgin at twenty five when we meet. We date and he like to play with my tits. Then in car one night he tell me to jerk him off. We don't fuck until honeymoon. Then we do it like I show you. This is all new to me."

She reached down and found my cock. She began to stroke it and it began to get hard. She looked at me. "You still want to fuck me, Dave?"

I took her hand away and kissed it. "I want to make love to you, Alina."

I moved to get above her again. I took my cock and rubbed it gently against her pussy lips. They were still wet.

Her legs moved apart and I slid in carefully. Her blue eyes opened wide. I stroked in and out slowly and her hands went around my back. Her eyes closed and her hips rose to meet my thrusts.

I went in and out slowly, putting my hands on her hips and gently moving back and forth. It was a steady rhythm as our two bodies seemed to become one. It was slow and beautiful. 

Suddenly her eyes opened, she clutched my butt, put her ear to mine and whispered "Oh God Dave, I coming again."

And she did. Thrusting and bucking under me, clutching at me and moaning, she came and came. I managed to hold back until she began to recede and then I got up on my knees, thrusted into her even deeper, picked up the speed and this time we came together. 

Spent and sweating we lay, me on top of her, feeling her breathing get slower, my face buried in the pillow beside her head. The next thing I knew was a gentle knocking on the door.

"Dave? You in there? With Alina?"

Damn! It was Tanya. What the hell was going on between these two? Listen, I was having a wonderful sexual adventure, but somehow I didn't seem to be in control.

I had rolled over to one side of the bed while I napped and Alina was wrapped in a sheet on the other side of the bed. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her breasts.

"Tanya?" She said, followed by some rapid Russian. She looked over at me and smiled.

Tanya, on the other side of the door, laughed. "Okay, you two. I get lunch ready. I bet you plenty hungry."

I leaned on one elbow. "No secrets between you two, are there?"

She giggled and got out on the other side of the bed. "Not many. Not when it comes to David Daniels, for sure."

She came around, took my hand and led me back into the bathroom. This time the joint shower was quick and efficient. I still did not have my clothes. I wrapped a towel around myself. Alina did the same and we walked into the hall together.

Tanya looked around the corner from the dining room. "Your clothes in great room," she said shaking her head.

We went in and sure enough, washed and dried were Alina and my running stuff on the couch. We both dressed without a word and went into the dining room.

The rain had stopped and the sun was beating down again on Wedgefield Estates. The dining room table was brimming with cold cuts, cole slaw, rye bread and beer.

We sat down silently and ate for about five minutes. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. "Okay guys, what the hell is going on with us?"

Tanya was wearing an overly large caftan. She smiled at me and winked at Alina. "With us, David? You are teaching and we are learning, yes?"

I pushed my plate away from me and leaned in on the table. "Look, the deal was, I would coach you into a running program. Tanya,"

I pointed a finger at her. "No you did not seduce me. We made love - seems Alina is well aware of that. This afternoon, Alina and I had a bedroom scene that might fit a top porno film and you seem to be okay with that. Please tell me, if you can, what my role in this threesome is to be?"

Alina and Tanya looked at each other and smiled. Tanya took a deep breath. "David. You are good looking and unattached. We are two lonely foreign housewives here alone. We want to run and lose weight and go to bed with you. This is wrong?"

I held up both my hands. "No, no. I'm not passing judgement here. I just want to get things straight. So, we will continue to run, you will both follow diets I give you and we will all have sex with no strings attached. Is that the deal?"

They looked at each other again and both smiled and nodded their heads. "Is okay, Dave?" Alina asked shyly.

"Okay? Are you kidding? I am in freaking hog heaven. Girls? Welcome to sex running course one oh one."

o*****

I had to fly out to New York that Monday. Before I left the Russian ladies, I sat down at Tanya's computer and typed out a schedule of stretches (attached a pictorial from a web site), a running schedule and some diet recommendations that I could only hope they would at least try.

After a couple of meetings and attending a small trade show, I met Artie Donovan, an old friend who had handled the financing end of the sale of our on line dating business.

We went to La Grenouillie on fifty second street, a fabulous French restaurant that is one of my favorites in NYC. It is not cheap, but I don't get to New York that often any more and Artie and I had not seen each other in almost a year.

We sat down and ordered some good red wine. "So, tell me about your life, dude," he said in that rapid fire voice of his.

"Well, folks are well, still living in freaking Minnesota. I have a nice condo on a lake, I'm about to become an adjunct professor at the University and I'm working with some start ups."

"You sound like a fucking retiree - but you look in good shape. Still running?"

"Yeah, a bit. Matter of fact..." and I couldn't help but smile.

"So, what's so funny?"

"Artie, you're going to find this hard to believe, but I gotta tell somebody. Friend of mine needed a projector he found on Craig's List..."

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the past two weekends. The wine arrived and we were silent until the uncorking, the tasting and the pouring were done. All through that, Artie just stared at me.

When the waiter left he put both elbows on the table and said "You gotta be shitting me. Really?"

I lifted my right hand. "Truth. Artie, if you told me what I just told you, I frankly wouldn't believe it. But, man, it happened to me. Tanya, the heavy set Russian? She like orchestrated this whole thing. The little blonde one, Alina? She never got laid face to face until me. You believe that?"

Artie shook his head. "Damn, Dave. You are one lucky son of a bitch. Where does it go from here?"

I shrugged. "Damn if I know. Their husbands will be back at the end of the month I guess. But for the next few weekends anyway..."

We talked business, ate a great meal and walked it off seeing Manhattan midtown by night. I signaled a cab and we said goodnight. Artie held my handshake a few seconds longer.

"Pardon this, but Dave? Don't bite off more than you can chew."

He smiled, I gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder and said "Said the same thing to myself, Artie - I'll keep you in the loop, so to speak."

We both chuckled and I went back to the hotel. It was a little past eleven. I turned on the television, scrolled through some channels and turned it off.

I picked up my cell and scrolled to Tanya's number. I hesitated a moment then dialed.

"Hallo?" Came the voice I had come to recognize.

"Tanya? It's Dave Daniels. How's it going?"




An Effective Training Program



"David! So glad to hear. Where you are?"

"I'm in New York on business. Are you girls following our schedule?"

She giggled. "You mean with stretch and run. Sure."

"And diet?"

"We are sticking to it. I clean out my refrigerator. Alina do the same. Just healthy from now on, good?"

"Excellent. I'll be back in town on Thursday. Saturday good for you this week?"

"We both looking forward to it, to everything." She laughed.

"Okay, Tanya...have a good rest of the week."

I hung up, shook my head and turned out the light.

Every morning I was on the treadmill in the hotel gym. Two days of meetings and conferences and Friday I was on the plane home at four.

I have to admit, I was really curious as to how the morning with the two Russians would go. Yeah, last weekend was one of the strangest and most different experiences of my life. I never was a sexual adventurer. Pretty much a few affairs before I was married and a few after, but they just seemed to taper off.

This was really different. Training two good looking ladies and being expected to satisfy them sexually at the same time? Yeah, really different.

*****

 

Saturday was gratefully a bit overcast as I ran a trail route early. By the time I left for Tanya's, the sun had assumed charge again and it was another hot one. I threw on a clean sleeveless running shirt and a pair of shorts. 

How would this day unfold? Well, just in case I packed my ditty bag, a sport shirt and a pair of jeans in my gym bag and tossed them in the Porche.

I pulled up to the house, saw Alina's minivan in the driveway, parked behind Tanya's Hyundai. I went up to the door and rang. I was wearing running shorts, a sleeveless top and a pair of casual Nikes, I didn't intend to run any more today, just work with the girls on pacing and form. I wanted to see if there was a school track nearby.

Tanya answered the door. Now, it might have been my imagination, but I could swear she was thinner. Her chestnut hair framed her face. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt with sleeves and the same shorts as last time I was here. She had the colorful Nikes on her feet.

She took my hand and pulled me into the little foyer. She grabbed me in a bear hug and licked my neck. "Great start for training," I thought. 

"Dave, I miss you. Alina and me, we been doing what you ask. I am down five pounds, you believe that?"

I had extracted myself from Tanya and walked into the great room. "Yes Tanya, I can tell. The first weight is the easiest. You will plateau, but don't get discouraged. We are on a path here."

Just then Alina came out of the back hall. She looked about the same. She was wearing a matching sleeveless tee shirt and running shorts in pink. I could tell she had on the running bra, because her breasts were obviously restricted.

"Me, Dave? I don't lose any weight, is okay?"

I went over and gave her a hug. No preference between these two until they declared it. "Fine, Alina - with you we'll just move stuff around a little."

Tanya told me the kids were at a birthday party and another sleepover. She said the middle school track was about three miles away. We piled in the minivan and Alina drove over.

For the next hour I stood in the infield and helped both of them with their arm placement, stride and breathing. They both were excellent students. Mostly I thought, because they had grabbed this healthy lifestyle thing and were embracing it.

It was hot and they each went through a twelve ounce bottle of water during the hour. They both stood in front of me, winded and flushed. 

"Tanya, Alina? You guys are awesome. Neither of you has any quit in you. I'm really proud of both of you. Let me take you lunch."

Tanya grabbed my arm. "We all sweaty, Dave."

"So? We're not going to anywhere fancy. I saw a Subway on the way over. Healthier too."

They both laughed and we got back in the minivan. After a low calorie lunch, on the way back to the house I asked how their husbands were doing.

Tanya had a towel around her neck sitting next to me in the back of the minivan. Looking straight ahead she said "I think they fucking around in Warsaw. They supposed to be on a deal for used trucks from U.S. But they been gone four weeks now and say there are 'complications'."

Alina looked back through the rear view mirror. "I think you right. Maybe they don't come back at all."

"Oh, nonsense," I said. You two are smart, pretty and there are the kids as well. Whatever - they will be back."

By then we were pulling into the driveway. Tanya opened the door. "Maybe you are right. But today? I don't want to think of Peter and his fat gut and little dick."

She turned and went to the door. Alina got out and smiled. "Tanya always say what she thinks."

Inside, Tanya peeled off her tee shirt, revealing those large breasts and yes, I could see the beginnings of some slimming down - not much, but enough to be encouraging.

"I smell like pig sty. I take shower."

Alina also peeled off her tee shirt, showing a body that if anything was tauter than two weeks ago. "Me too."

She stood next to Tanya. "What you think, Dave? We looking better?"

I shook my head. "Ladies, we are making progress on the track and off. Good beginning."

They looked at each other and smiled. Tanya came over and took my hand. "You help us in shower, Dave?"

"Umm...I'm not sure what you mean."

She pulled me towards the hall and Alina followed. We walked into her bedroom and she dropped my hand.

"Time for other part of program," she said. She peeled the running bra over her head and slipped out of the shorts. She was standing there in a pair of pink panties.

I heard some rustling behind me and turned around. Alina had done the same. I was in Tanya's bedroom which was now pretty full with two almost naked women and me.

Well, okay, I got a hard on, naturally. "Other part of the program?" I said softly.

Tanya laughed that laugh of hers and grabbed my hand. "Come Dave, we all take shower together."

She pulled me in to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Dave?" She questioned. "You take shower with us?"

What the hell. I took off my tee shirt, slid out of my shorts, kicked off my shoes and socks and was standing there in sweaty jockeys. Tanya pulled back the shower curtain and carefully stepped into the shower.

Alina took my hand and led me to the tub, stepped in next to Tanya and pulled me in with them. Now, the tub was standard size - so three of us took up just about the whole space. I had Tanya on my right, she was right under the warm spray. Alina on my left at the end of the tub. They still wore their panties which were now obviously soaked as were my Jockeys. 

Tanya pulled me around so I had my back to her and I was almost up against Alina. Tanya took a body brush, soaped it and began vigorously washing my back. As the soap suds ran over my shoulders, Alina began to wash my shoulders and chest and down to my navel.

 

She smiled at me and slid my soaking Jockeys down to my ankles. Tanya had put the body brush down and was gently washing my buttocks with her strong hands. Alina was kneeling washing my legs. I looked down to see my cock straight up just above her head.

Alina reached up and took my cock in her hand and gently began to wash it. She was staring at it like she had not seen it before. Tanya finished washing me and put her arms around me, pushing her pelvis just above my ass.

She whispered in my ear "Surprised, Dave?"

At that Alina let go of my cock and stood in front of me. "We plan this all week," she said with a smile.

"Girls," I said and cleared my throat. "You planned for all of us to shower together?"

"To start." Tanya said with finality. She turned and shut off the shower. She pulled back the curtain and stepped out. Alina took my hand and led me out of the tub.

Tanya handed Alina a towel. She had one in her hand. They both began to dry me, hard. I stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to say and really? Not wanting to do anything but wait to see what was going to happen next.

Alina went to the medicine cabinet and took out some lotion. She began to rub my chest and stomach with the lotion. Tanya stood behind me and massaged my shoulders.

Then, stopping just above my pubic hair, Alina kneeled down, took my cock in her hand and put her lips on the end. Slowly she took it in her mouth, pulling gently back and forth. Tanya opened the door and went out.

"Alina..." I said as my breathing increased.

She looked up and smiled. "Is all right Dave? I'm doing this right?"

"Oh God Alina, it is perfect. I thought..."

"No, I never do this before. Tanya teach me on a banana."

For some reason this hit me as hilarious. In spite of the fact that I had a lovely naked blonde on her knees in front of me with my rock hard cock in her hand, I began to laugh. 

"A banana?" I laughed harder and it got contagious. Alina started to giggle and then laugh harder. She stood up and put her arms around me and we slowly stopped laughing.

The door opened and there was Tanya with the large towel wrapped around her. "What happening. What so funny?"

Alina wiped her eyes. "I was sucking on Dave's dick and I asked how I was doing. I told him you show me how on a banana and well..." she shrugged and picked up a towel and wrapped herself in it. Tanya shook her head and walked out.

Alina took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She climbed up on the bed, dropped her towel and reached for me.

"Come up Dave. I want to show you I'm good." She pulled me up on the bed and lay me down. She crawled between my knees and took my cock in her hand again. I felt the soft velvet of Alina's mouth on my cock again. I looked down to see her blonde hair falling on my lower abdomen and her head going slowly up and down. She was holding the bottom of my cock gently. Her tongue was swirling around the tip.

 

I thought "Man, she learned this from a banana?"

She kept putting more and more of my cock in her mouth. She got almost to the bottom and gagged a little. She backed off, sat back on her knees and smiled at me.

"Sorry. Okay I try again?"

I sat up, reached down and took her face in my hands. "Lovely Alina, you are more than sweet. You were giving me incredible pleasure. But, it only works if it is good for you. If you feel any discomfort or it is not pure pleasure, do not do it. Understand?"

I saw tears come to her eyes. "No man ever talk to me like that before. You are a beautiful human being." She was sitting back on her knees. Her hands were at her sides, fists against the bed. She looked down at my cock which had shrunk in all the discussion and emotion.

 

She reached for it and slowly started to stroke me. She at this moment, was absolutely gorgeous. I reached out and took one of her breasts in my hand and twirled my thumb and forefinger around her nipple. It grew hard immediately.

She stopped stroking and squeezed my hardening cock. She looked at me with glistening eyes. "Could you fuck me now, please? I want to feel you inside me."

I reached for her and pulled her down beside me. "I told you that you only do what you want to do with me. Yes, I would love to fuck...to make love to you."

I rolled her on top of me. I clasped her to my chest and kissed her long and slowly. I slid one hand between us and found her pubic hair. 

I moved down just a bit and began to stroke her pussy, holding her against me. She began to moan quietly, her head buried in my shoulder. As I stroked deeper, she began to respond.

She lifted herself up so she was straddling me. I stopped massaging her clit, took my cock and put it at the entrance of her pussy. She reached down and took it in her hand, lifted herself up and put me inside her. She slid back until I was in up to the hilt.

Then she started rocking back and forth. I took her two hands in mine. She lifted up and slammed back down in me with a squishing sound that I'm sure Tanya could hear wherever she was in the house.

She slammed up and down, faster and faster, her hands grabbing mine tighter and tighter. Suddenly she stopped, shuddered almost violently and whispered "I coming. I coming."

I could feel her juices running out of her down my cock and into my crotch and balls. She collapsed on top of me. I heard her sobbing softly into my shoulder.

I lifted her head. "You know, if you are going to cry every time we make love, I may lose my incentive - Just kidding."

She smiled at me. "No, is just I never knew about this - this making love. All so new to me."

"Alina, you deserve this. You deserve a good life, a loving partner and a future. You're in America now. We call it the American dream. It's kind of tattered right now, but it exists."

I grabbed her hips and lifted her off of me. She sat, her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees. 

"Miro, he all about the money. He dealing in I don't know what in Poland. He say used trucks. But Miro? He do some shady stuff in Russia before we come. I don't want a life like that. Not here."

I really thought this was TMI - too much information. I slid off the bed and got dressed. "Alina, we'll talk more. Okay? Get dressed and let's go to Tanya."

That was pretty shitty of me, okay? But I didn't know what I was getting into here. Yes, I was flattered and just had a fantastic lay. But reality had to set in pretty fast.

I looked at my Polar watch. It was close to four o'clock. I walked in the great room. Tanya was reading a rather thick book. She had changed to a sheer pink silk bathrobe and was lying on one of the coaches, stretched out but leaning on a large pillow.

She looked at me and smiled. "Alina happy now?"

I shook my head. "Well, we had some great sex if that's what you mean. But Tanya, I don't believe she's a happy camper."

"Why not happy? You satisfy her, yes?"

"Everything is not about the bedroom. She and Miro seem to be having some problems."

She dropped her book on the floor and sat up. The robe gapped and there were those huge breasts.

"Miro a good man. Yes he drinks and he does not talk sweet to her. But he provide."

I sighed. "Providing means more than food on the table and a roof over your head. There are other things..."

"You an American!" She said, her voice rising. 

"Food and a safe home? That means a good life."

I sat down on the couch across from her. "Okay, I'm not going to argue with you. But, this is America. If you work hard, are honest and decent - there is a lot more to life."

Alina walked into the room. She was wearing a clean tee shirt and green shorts. It looked to me like she did not have a bra on under the shirt. "What were you yelling about, Tanya?"

Tanya shook her head. "Your lover he have crazy ideas on happiness."

Alina blushed. "My lover?" She looked at me and smiled.

"Yes. You two in that bedroom forever. You forget about me?"

I stood up. "Whoa ladies. We have a deal. I train you, I have sex with both of you. That's the deal. No more than that. Okay, let's make peace here. I'll take you both out to dinner. The kids are at a party and sleepover, right? So, let's go."

They both laughed and went into the bedroom. I had brought my gym bag into the house. I changed clothes in the great room, took out my iPhone and checked e-mails. Nothing that important. 

About ten minutes later they both came into the great room holding hands. Tanya was wearing a red scoop necked dress that showed more cleavage than was necessary. It came to just below her knees and she was wearing gold sandals.

Alina had on a long sleeved beige sweater over a pair of tight black slacks and some low heeled black shoes. She was slightly flushed and looked gorgeous.

We took Tanya's Hyundai and I drove. Alina sat in the back. "Where to, Dave?" Tanya asked and put her hand on my crotch.

"There's a good seafood restaurant close to the Campus of the University. On the toll road it won't take that long."

Tanya gave me a gentle squeeze. My damn cock began to get hard. She looked over at me.

"You one helluva man. I'm glad we picked you." She turned her head to Alina in the back and laughed. Alina smiled and said nothing. 

I got on the toll road and we were at the restaurant in less than fifteen minutes. We walked in, Tanya on one arm, Alina on the other. We went up to the desk. There was a half hour wait for a table. Hell, it was Friday night.

 

We went to the bar. The girls each had a beer and I had a white wine. I had given up the hard stuff almost twenty years ago and never did like beer. 

We talked about how they had adjusted to living in the U.S over the past five years. Tanya loved her life and was settled into a dull but comfortable existence. 

Alina did not say much, other than she wanted some day to open a gymnastics studio, but Miro didn't like the idea. 

I told them a little about the business I had sold and how it was more alga rhythms than anything else. They wanted to know what people told each other when they chatted on a dating site. I told them we monitored for prostitution and had blocks and warnings built in the system.

"If a couple wanted internet sex, they had to go to their own sites. We really prided ourselves on the number of marriages that we facilitated."

The head waiter came over to tell us our table was ready. Turned out neither of the girls had ever had lobster. It was a riot watching them try to eat the shelled beasts and teaching them how to crack open the shells.

We went through two bottles of white wine. Well, they pretty much took care of that. I had a glass and a half since I was driving. 

Finally, the remains were cleared, we all had a brandy to top it off and headed to the car.

Both of them were tipsy. Alina clung to me, Tanya held my arm. They sang a Russian folk song until we got in the car. Alina tumbled in the back and fell asleep. Tanya looked back at Alina, smiled at me and unzipped my pants.

"Tanya - I have to drive."

She pulled my cock out of my shorts. "So, drive. I won't disturb you."

 

She began to pull on my cock. Of course I got rock hard. Damn thing has a mind of its own, for sure. She smiled over at me and put her head down on my lap and began to lick the underside of my dick. 

Now, we were coming up to the toll road. Okay, I have an "EZ Pass", which means I don't have to stop to pay a toll, but still, Tanya's head bobbing up and down in my lap was a bit disconcerting.

I controlled the car as best I could, but the rush in my loins was getting stronger. I took one hand off the wheel and put it on Tanya's head. Quietly I said "Tanya, I'm about to come. Okay?"

Her answer was to grab the base of my cock and jerk me off as her tongue moved around the tip. And...I came. Tanya took all of my cum. She sucked until I shriveled. She lifted her head and looked at me.

"Alina do that for you?"

Shit! This is what I was afraid of. Having an affair with two women at the same time was tough enough, but when the two were together and decided it was a contest?

"Tanya, look. You are both beautiful, wonderful women - each in your own way. When did this become a competition?"

"Is not a competition. We both like you and like how you make love. I want to show you how I can please you in my way. That's all."

"What are you two talking about?" Alina was up.

"I tell Dave we each have our way to satisfy him. Is true, Alina?"

Alina leaned over the top of my seat. "You would tell us if not, right?"

I sighed a deep sigh. "Girls, ladies, look. You are each, in your own way beautiful bright and sexy. I love making love to both of you. Each of you in your own way. I'm only one guy. Our deal is I train you to run, you get in shape and we have sex. So far separately, which is cool with me. Can we just stay with this agreement?"