A Gamble Worth Taking Pt. 02

I drove happily towards Appleton and my ladies, my cock throbbing faster to every mileage marker I saw on the trip. Julie had sent music from her play list for the trip; that only made me more anxious to see her. It rained hard as I drove so I concentrated on the driving, the music relaxing me. But as I got within Appleton's city limits I couldn't help but touch my throbbing. I could feel drips through my crotch. Only this time I took enough clothes for two weeks, though I could only stay for one.

Karen and Julie had built a beautiful home. It was not only on a lake; it was the only home off a tree-lined path that apparently they had plotted. After I turned at their mailbox I had to go about a quarter mile to their driveway. My car's clock showed 6:50. Karen and Julie were already outside to greet me.

After I got out of the car and unloaded my bags, Karen came over and practically smothered me in her arms. She kissed me several times on my lips and cheeks. Julie joined us in the embrace and shared kisses. After our long group hug, I picked up my bags and followed them into the house.

Their house was a model for any home building magazine. The front doors opened to a sunlight-filled great room with polished wood floors and a pop-art rug between the couches. I saw the porch swing outside through the patio doors facing the water as well as a hammock with room for two, hopefully three. The open floor plan had the kitchen and dining room to the left of the great room, the doors to four bedrooms to the right.

Karen went into the kitchen and brought out three steaks on a plate. She handed it to me and gently pushed me to the patio door. "This is man's work," she said, chuckling. "Everyone works for their dinner around here." There were also matches on the plate. "Charcoal's by the grill."

I went outside and opened the top of the gas grill on the patio and prepared the fire. As I placed the steaks on the grill, Karen came over, carrying a marinate for me to brush onto the meat. Julie had already come outside. She was setting a picnic table, a salad was already center stage. So were pitchers of water and a wine carafe. The smell of steaks on the grill only added to the intensity I felt around Karen and Julie.

'I'll tell you when to turn them," said Karen, licking her lips, "and when they're ready." Her house, her cooking rules. Heck if I was going to argue. But she knew her steak. She'd helped me get our dinner to the perfect shade of pink. Karen put the steaks on the plate and brought them to the table. As I turned off the gas I couldn't help but watch her as she walked away.

Julie poured wine for us after we sat. "To Jay, our guest, our love." I blushed as we clicked glasses. I was glad she'd said nothing about "experiments" from our time in the hotel suite. I was too hungry just to drink, taste and be tasted. We each took a sip then held hands, again Karen's in my right, Julie's in my left. The steaks and salad were perfect. Flavorful, but not too filling. Just like Karen and Julie.

We cleared the table and cleaned the grill, but left the wine on the table so we could continue to share it. I didn't know if it was the same red that we'd shared a month before, but it didn't matter. Julie poured the rest of the wine into her glass and ours. "Such a nice day, with great company." She raised her glass towards me, so did Karen. "Too nice to go inside right away," Julie said. She took a sip and opened a button on her blue cotton shirt, revealing her hardening nipples. "I just love when the breeze touches them like this." She didn't have to touch them to get such a tantalizing rise.

Instead of going to her lover, Karen followed suit. Her nipples were smaller, but she enjoyed herself no less. All I could do is blush as I watched these lovely buxom ladies fondle their own tits. I practically gulped the last of my wine as Julie took her right tit and massaged it with fingers and thumbs.

"This is what we love about this place," said Karen, as she matched Julie's rhythm. We can do whatever we want, inside or out. You'd have to have a pretty powerful set of binoculars from across that way." She pointed to the lights from other homes across the lake.

Julie unbuttoned more buttons and rubbed her ample belly as well as her tits. I couldn't help but play between my legs as I saw more of her voluptuousness. "We have to open the doors in our bedroom," she said. 'I'm really loving this breeze." But Julie would not get out of her chair. She kept rubbing and fondling herself while Karen did the same. Then Karen got up and went into the house. She returned with a hand-held vibrator and handed it to her lover. Julie unzipped her jeans and switched it on. I got up. I wanted to cum on her or taste her tits so bad. But she held a hand up, asking me to stop. "The hammock, sweets. Let's play in the hammock."

Still unbuttoned and unzipped, Julie took my hand. We plopped in the hammock, my arms around her from behind and kissed very deep. I rubbed her belly and her tits gently at first, harder as she pushed the vibrator further. "Ohhhh Jay. This is heaven," she whispered. We snuggled closer as I massaged her hard pencil-point nipples with my thumbs. "You do it," she said softly, "Put it in." I took the vibrator in my left hand, her right tit in my other as her ass did a slow grind against my crotch as I pushed the toy deeper. We wrapped ankles to push closer still. "Yesssss, sweets, ohhhhh yessss," she mumbled until her wetness fired in a rush. I had cum before then.

"Mmmmmm, Jay," she said. "We really missed you. Now open your pants." She cleaned my now limp cock, my balls too. "You'll always be my sweet praline." We kissed and untangled, getting out of the hammock.

Karen grinned as soon as she saw us. Her pussy had gotten wet from a more natural toy. "You two were so hot, I couldn't help myself. I hope you have some left for me."

Julie opened the windows that faced the water a crack to let in more of the breeze. "I can't get enough," she said, as she cranked open the last picture window. She had zipped her jeans, but left her shirt unbuttoned down to her belly. It didn't take too long for her nipples to harden again after she sat on one of the great room couches. Only this time Karen cuddled next to her and sucked them. They stayed cuddled and kissed as I watched from the other couch.

"You two are so beautiful," I said, as Karen lightened her touch. I could tell from the way Karen's lips and tongue worked their way along Julie's skin and her tits, that these women were as in love as they'd always said they were. As much as I loved them, I would always be the lesser part of the relationship. If anything ever went wrong, both of them could turn me away. Losing two women I loved so much would be so much harder than losing only one.

Karen and Julie stopped playing and rested in each other's arms. "We have a surprise for you tomorrow," said Karen. "Julie's daughter, Carla, is coming for a visit. We paid for a sitter to watch her kids. So it's Ladies Day, plus one. Is that okay?"

If Carla was as beautiful as Julie I had no problem. And she was. She had the same buxom figure, same long silky black hair. Only her hair fell past her shoulders down to her waist. Carla was about the same height as her mother, only her ass was rounder. As I shook Carla's hand I noticed no engagement ring or wedding band. Yet she had two young children.

"I've heard a lot of things about you," Carla said. "All good." She winked.

"How are your kids doing?" I asked.

"Good. Aunt Karen has a friend who's watching them." Carla told me that she had a six year old son and a two-year old daughter. The boy was from her first marriage, which ended quickly after the baby was born. The girl was from a later relationship that had not worked out.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and Julie together as they went into one of the bedrooms to prepare it for the night. Karen noticed, and took a seat beside me.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Karen asked. running a finger along my arm.

"Yes, she is. Just like her mom."

Karen smiled. "She hasn't had great luck with men. I wish she'd meet someone more like you. Someone smart, responsible." Her fingers continued their journey down to my lap. But I was confused.

Carla and Julie returned to the great room, Carla carrying a guitar. She took a seat and plucked the strings.

"I thought she'd entertain us tonight," said Julie. She took a seat on the couch with Karen and me, me in the center once again. Julie leaned against my chest while Karen massaged my neck lightly.

Carla had a wonderful voice as she played folk songs from female artists closer to her mother's generation such as Joni Mitchell and Joan Baez. The music relaxed us. Carla smiled as her mother planted a long, wet kiss on my lips after she finished her set.

"I heard how you three found each other," she said. "Just think, Jay, if you had not bothered to get that cup of coffee. None of this would have happened."

"Carla, they are the most beautiful ladies I have ever met. I mean that." Karen and Julie both inched closer, making a more sensual sandwich between us. "I can't believe how much you look like your mother."

Carla giggled. "I'm an old lady, too? Thanks a lot!" She kept laughing. "Relax, I'm just so happy to be here with my favorite people. And I'm happy they're so happy."

Julie tried, but failed, to suppress a yawn. "It's getting a little chilly in here," she said, and got up to close the windows. Karen got up, too, leaving me alone facing Carla.

"You know, my mom and Aunt Karen tell me everything," Carla said. "Even about their taste tastes."

I blushed a deeper red than I'd ever shown with Julie and Karen.

Carla got out of the chair and leaned her guitar against it. She joined me on the couch, but sat apart from me, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were green; they might have been the only feature that was more beautiful than her mother's. She took my hands. "It's cool," she said. "Aunt Karen wanted me to taste, too, for myself."

"She did?" I was still blushing.

"Oh, I've played on and off with my Aunt Karen since my last boyfriend left me with Samuel. I haven't been able to trust a man since. Then Aunt Karen and my mom told me about you."

I didn't know whether to be happy or mad. Julie and Karen had wanted to share me. Now they were going to bum me off on another women with children?

"What's wrong, Jay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Maybe I saw something moving away. I'm sorry, Carla. You're beautiful and you seem very nice. But I'm in love with your mother and your aunt."

"Jay, that's all right. I'm not here to steal you away from them. I want you three to be together. My mom is so happy. So's Aunt Karen. I don't want to break up anything." She kept her hands in mine. "Please, you're a good guy. Don't worry." Tears rolled down her cheek.

I hugged her tight. "I'm sorry," I said. "I was not ready for this." I kissed her tears and let her rest her head on my shoulder. She felt nice, so I wrapped my arms around her a little tighter. I felt her breathing harder in our embrace.

"It's all good, Jay. Better than good. Can you hold me a little longer?"

"Sure," I said, and I ran my fingers through her silky hair and kissed her forehead.

"Well look here." Julie said, her voice from across the room. "Leave these two youngsters alone and what happens?" She laughed, so did Karen who had wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. They had also changed into silk night shirts; the shirt tails ended just above their ass cheeks. "We just knew that you two would hit it off. Carla, would you mind if Aunt Karen and I had a little 'alone time'?" Julie said, then she winked at us.

"No, not at all," said Carla, after she took her head off my shoulder. "Jay and I can talk, and then some." Carla showed a beautiful pearly smile. Her mother and aunt went into a bedroom and shut the door. All we heard was giggles. They shut off the light that filled the crack between the door and the floor.

I stretched out on the couch and Carla sat, facing out the window, between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her as we looked out onto the lake. "Isn't this an amazing spot?" she asked. "I remember when they were building this house. They drove the architect crazy with so many questions and changes. But it all turned out right."

"Yeah, this place is incredible. Starting with the driveway."

Carla laughed. "I know what you mean. You think you've arrived—Not!"

"What's it like, being around Karen and your mom. As a woman, I mean?

"I've never thought about it. They're so open with me. I've heard stories about what went on when my dad, and Karen's husband, were alive, when I was too young to understand. And they've told me everything about their dates ever since. I only met one or two; the relationships never lasted long. My mom can have so much love for a man, but she'll always love Aunt Karen more."

"I know. I talk to them almost every day when I'm home, and I feel like a third wheel. They've never told me not to date anyone else. Sometimes I thought about it. I didn't want to be away from them for three weeks. And it will be really hard for me to go home after being here."

Carla snuggled closer. "You live, what, three hours from here? You could come here every weekend. I'm like, a half-hour closer. You can stay with me."

I smiled and kissed Carla's cheek. "I might like that. Would your kids mind?"

"They can stay here. Aunt Karen knows the sitter. We can work something out."

"Deal." I kissed Carla's soft, moist lips. She leaned back to take the kiss longer, then deeper. As our tongues danced I massaged her belly, then her ample tits.

"Ohhhhhh, that feels so good," she whispered. "Why don't we go to my room so I can get a taste of that cock?"

Carla grabbed my hand, pretending to pull me up off the couch, and led me to the bedroom and closed the door once we were inside. 'My mom says 'chestnut praline'. Aunt Karen says 'salted caramel'. I really wanted to take you for myself. We embraced my the bed and kissed deeply again, slowly undressing each other. I laid on my back and spread my legs for Carla to do her worst.

But as Carla started to lick the head, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

"C'mon, you two." Karen's voice sounded more like a happy song than a demand or request.

Carla and nodded at each other. "C'mon in, Aunt Karen. Jay and I were just talking about caramel and pralines."

Karen opened the door, followed by Julie. They came bearing toys, a dildo with baby tooth-like edges and a strap on. Carla smiled as Karen mounted the strap on. "As you were," she said.

Carla playfully licked and sculpted my shaft before taking it into her throat. She sucked as sensually as her mother and her favorite aunt while Karen fucked her doggy style. Julie lay next to me and pushed my face onto her nipples. I tried to hold back the best I could so that Carla and I would cum together. We didn't. As I exploded in her throat, Karen pounded her pussy in deep, quick thrusts. Carla bit her lip and moaned until her juices flowed. Karen pulled out and removed the strap on. She licked Carla's juices and shared them with Julie while Carla cleaned my cock and balls.

"I don't know, Aunt Karen. I'm thinking pecans and cinnamon. But you're right. He is delicious," Carla said. She slid by me, leaving me in the middle between her and her mother. I wrapped my arm around her belly. We shared what was left of my cum with a kiss. I'd never tasted my own cum before. I certainly never thought it might taste like caramel, pecans or pralines. Better to leave that to other's imaginations.

"I invited Jay to stay with me next time, so he doesn't have to drive as far," said Carla, as she ran her fingers through my hair. "I hope that's ok."

Karen licked her lips. "No, sweeties. We don't mind at all." She stepped towards me, leaned over and gave my quick kiss. Then she kissed Carla. Julie did the same.

That night it was just Carla and me sharing a bed. We couldn't fall asleep, but we were both too tired to become more intimate. So we talked, about her children, about hopes and dreams, until we fell asleep, our arms and legs entangle atop our shared juices.

I woke up before Carla, kissed her shoulder, pulled on my boxers and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me. Karen was already up, sipping a cup of coffee at the dining room table. She offered and poured me one.

"I should have told you that Carla was coming before you drove up here," she said. Karen took my hand and held it for a moment. "You were expecting just the three of us."

"No, no, no. It's okay." I took a sip of coffee; the smell was as strong and refined as the taste. "I'm really glad she's here. She's as lovely as her mother."

"There's no pressure, Jay. We're not expecting you to become her boyfriend, or marry her, or anything like that. But she's a part of our home. Just like you. And if you two really hit it off, you will be much less alone."

Karen and I held hands and looked into each other's eyes. She got me before I had a chance to tell her how hard it had been to be apart from her, and from Julie. I had no doubt she knew that, too.

The rest of our week was the most memorable of my life. The four of us traveled and toured together in Julie's SUV during the daytime. We made love in varied combinations every night. I followed Carla home to meet her son and daughter and spent another night with her. Six months later, I asked her to marry me. Julie and Karen were ecstatic. They not only planned our wedding; they also matched what we had made on the sale of Carla's house and my condo and built a house for us next to their private love nest. The four of us always make time to play together. Karen and Julie assure me that will never change. Though I love Carla just a little more.