Daddy, Take Me Ch. 47-49

"Look...but don't touch, Belle," I whispered. Her earthy cry filled us, as Maisie teasingly unclasped her bra, turning around before we even had a glimpse.

Maisie raised the temperature a few more degrees when she unbuckled her belt and shifted her jeans down her legs, her panty-covered bum staring at us.

"Do you like our Maisie's ass, Belle? Hmm? Tell her. Tell her how much you adore her bum," I quietly teased into Belle's ear.

"Ohhhhh...fuck, Chloe...you're being so...bad, darling. God. Mais. Just...just take them off!" she whined.

Maisie turned her head, her long hair swirling over her shoulder and she smiled at us. Her hand came behind and she slowly scratched and rubbed her covered arse, the gesture causing even me to cough!

Belle's gentle gyrations were driving me crazy, as she sexily rubbed my body with her delicious, bare butt.

"Tell me, Belle," I whispered. "Do you want to kiss her ass...or spank it, hmm?"

"Don't...Chloe," she snuffled, her hands rubbing her stomach and sinking to her trimmed mons.

I felt the gesture and grabbed her hand.

"I'll do that, darling," I whispered, and she gasped. Maisie turned around, her bare body just this side of perfect.

She took the two steps to Belle and gently took her hand. Maisie smiled and raised her eyebrows to me, as I loosened my grip on Belle. Maisie walked her to the bed and calmly sat her down, Belle's feet touching the floor and her hand cupping Belle's surprised face.

Maisie knelt before Belle's widened legs, her hands on her thighs. I could barely hear the quiet murmur, as she said those three beautiful words.

"We adore you," and lowered her head between Belle's thighs, kissing her legs, then thighs, 'til she hid her face in Belle's pussy. Belle grasped Maisie's head, holding her at her entrance and leaned back.

I watched, as Maisie pleasured our Belle. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, my eyes never leaving this tenderest of moments. I could feel my tummy tingle, my musky juices seeping slowly from my eager cunt. Belle lifted and spread her legs, her tremoring pussy giving in to Maisie's tongue.

I let my blouse fall to the floor, then unclasped my sparse bra, shrugging it over my shoulders and it fell on top of my blouse. Maisie's hushed 'mmmmms' and 'ahhhhhs' filled the room, as I undid my button and unzipped my jeans. I kicked them off, then quickly pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.

I watched. What else could I do, hmm? I ran a finger through my wet labia, shivering when my fingertip caught my unhooded clit. I brought the musky finger to my nose and inhaled my scent, my cravings more than ready to be satisfied.

Belle's eyes were on mine, as I walked to the other side of the bed. Her eyes followed mine, 'til she had to crook her head to see me. I leaned over, and facing Maisie, brought my lips to Belle's. We kissed, as her lusty whimpers grew. I licked her lips, playing with her then brought my body up. I whispered a low, "For you, Belle." I put my hands on either side of her wavering head and lifted myself to the bed, kneeling over her heavily breathing face.

I straddled her now-rosy face and lowered my vagine to her stiff tongue. Her first touch almost set me off, as I had missed her attentive mouth so bloody much! Maisie felt the bed shift around, so she looked up and over Belle's mons and saw me. She slyly winked at me and went back to eating Belle.

I leaned down, my hands supporting me, my head almost over Maisie's and I slid my wetness over Belle's tongue, slowly riding her mouth. My arse moved back and forth, my pungent sap covering her, as she swallowed me.

Belle's now-muted wails filled my pussy, the vibrations coursing through my body. She had one hand on my bum, the other still firmly on Maisie's head, as we made love to our reconciled lover.

"Ohhh, fuck," I hissed, as her firm hand swatted my jiggling ass. My hips moved quicker over her mouth, moving every so often to taunt her by wiping my juiciness over her face. She spanked me again, her tongue flicking at my desperate clit. I could feel my spittle seep from my mouth, pooling on Belle's stomach. I leaned my head down, eager to smell Belle's exertions and was suddenly jealous of Maisie. I wanted to be between our Belle's legs, licking and sucking her pussy, drowning myself in her viscous sap. Bitch!

I felt Belle's hand on my lower back, motioning me to slow my body down. Her tongue slid into my slit, wriggling around, 'til she sucked my nubby clitty. My fluttering 'uhhms' and 'ohhhs' were in time with my writhing body. My thoughts roamed from my impending orgasm, to Maisie going down on Belle to the simplest of thoughts; we were home. With our Belle.

I wasn't sure what set me off; whether it was that one, singular thought or Belle sucking my clit, but I orgasmed, my small body shaking and covering Belle with my love. Just as I started my consummation, Belle came, her body jittering around, her hot breath blowing on my cunt. I slid my pussy over her lips, making certain her tongue had that delicious, firm contact on my clitty. This was, perhaps, one of the most emotional orgasms I had ever experienced.

Maisie and I were where we belonged.

We spent the evening making love and fucking, touching and laughing, and eating and drinking. I wanted this to last forever, but knew that once the endorphins wore off and the warm light of day came, our new reality would set in.

We couldn't wait...

Chapter 49

Three years on...

Belle...46...Chloe...27 Maisie...30 Maggie...18 Lily...16

I know, I should have written more, but 'real' life has taken over. Looking back over the last three years has been, well, enlightening.

And yes, we're still with Belle, and so desperately in love with each other. We've had a few, uhm, minor 'teething' problems, but we talk. Thank God for moms and dad! Their best token of advice was a little snippet they discovered years ago when they were just getting together. It has stood them in good stead, so I broached the idea with Maisie and Belle.

We had been with Belle for about two months and everything was going so well. Well, it was the 'honeymoon' period, hmm? I strongly suggested that we should have a Sunday night catchup; a time for us all to get together and rehash, bitch, complain, as well as express what had gone right the previous week. It was to be a no-holds-barred thrashing of all the minutia that had built up. As my parents had told me, often, it was the little things that would fester and hurt us. They both saw the value in this, even at that early stage...and thank God they did.

Sadly enough, most of the earlier disagreements were money-related. Sure, there were usual jealousy episodes, but those arose from not communicating. But the money issue? Well. Belle had insisted that she foot all the bills. Humph! That wasn't going to happen! The unspoken power imbalance would have shifted dramatically, not that we were overly concerned with this dynamic. Hell, it was always going to be there, but Maisie and I needed to dampen it down.

Finally, Belle, graciously, agreed that we would contribute, as we never wanted to be seen to be taking advantage of her inherent wealth. Well, a Porsche wouldn't have gone amiss, but we stood firm on this one. Maisie and I never wanted to be the 'kept' women in her life. That would never work for us. We knew that this wasn't

how Belle saw us, but it would always be there, so she agreed, so she agreed, on condition that we both accept a Black credit card, in our name, to be used as we needed...if and when.

Fuck me, I thought. Daddy has one of these, too! Even I knew these were specifically for high-net people. What have Maisie and I walked into?

"So, does this mean I can buy my Porsche?" I giggled, half-expecting a swat on my bum.

"If you want...sure," she said, straight-faced and meaning it! I backtracked very quickly on that one!

Belle's business had taken off, and Martin and Sean gave Maisie a chance with her proposal. It took a good six months, but she finally landed her first contract. You cannot imagine the hours she spent at 'home' pouring over spreadsheets and documents, honing her first design. Apart from the unforeseen pitfalls, it was a huge success! She has now commissioned two projects over the last three years. They even made her a partner, much to her delight and surprise. We gathered that put paid to our idea of a joint business, which was fine.

My portfolio has grown, especially since, on the strength of our designs, the company was invited to show at the Chelsea Flower Show last year. I worked with Martin and the team, needing to get this right. A good turnout would mean a lot for the prestige of the company. I asked if I could be one of the people who manned the garden for the show and he readily agreed. Unfortunately, we didn't win a damn thing, but I learned so much and met a whole new range of designers. Our lives were good.

We have also become closer to Jon, well, Jonathon, as his mother still calls him! He finished his final year and gained his Bachelor's degree. He's now with a group up in Durham, doing his requisite legal work experience. It's gruelling, but there is that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Maisie and I get on so well with him, which surprised us all! And yes, he has a girlfriend, a young lass he met two years ago. He doesn't come down as often as Belle would prefer— no surprise there—but he does come home for the holidays, so Belle gets her fill then. No pun intended, but...

Oh yeah. I almost forgot! Maisie and I finally found time to get married! We put it off twice before, as work was too busy. We both valued and needed our careers, so the wedding was off for now. We married last year in a small, but beautiful, garden ceremony. Of course, between my parents and Ainslie and Belle, Maisie and I were 'supporting actors' at this moment. Or at least that's how they saw it!

At the forefront, this was going to be about the three of us. After all, Belle was such an integral part of...us! How could she not be involved and tied to us? Well, legally, that wasn't going to happen. I still remember Maisie's response to that. We spent a long time looking at how to integrate us all into this important occasion. Then we found it!

"How are we going to bring Belle into this, Chloe? I mean, we get the imbalance with money, but won't this create an even greater, uh, gulf? I mean, we'll be legally married and she will always be on the outside, no matter what we say," she said, desperately trying to reconcile these conflicting ideas.

"So, even if we have two ceremonies, you know, the legal one then a commitment one, you don't that'll be, what, fair?" I asked.

"Not at all. It won't be, Chloe. Put yourself in her position, okay? That uncertainty will always be there. She's insecure enough about the age difference. This'll only add to it. Why do we have to be legal, hmm? Does it matter?" she said, bringing up a good point.

"'Kay, so what do you suggest? Just a grand commitment thing or what?" I asked.

"For a start, yeah. I've been looking into something a bit more, well, elaborate, okay?" she said, looking at my screwed-up face. We can do a Handfasting. It's an ancient practice, very New Age and boho, which I think she'll love," she chuckled. I've looked into it and have found a few practitioners who will help with the ceremony," she excitedly said.

Well, it would truly bring Belle into our lives. Maisie thought it ideal...with a bit of tweaking! Not unusual there. We spent the next week looking into the practice and finally agreed it was the best option for our, uh, unusual situation. We ran it by my parents and they were excited for us.

Now we just had to convince Belle of our harebrained idea!

We explained it one night over dinner, carefully laying out the hows and whys, and why we thought it was perfect for us.

"But...you're engaged, right? Why not have two ceremonies? You shouldn't ignore the...blahblahblah she went on, trying to dissuade us from our grand idea.

"Shush, Belle!" I said, rather too harshly. "Do you want to be with us? I mean, really be with us?" I said, point-blankly.

"Chloe! Of course, I do. C'mon, do you really think I've gone this far on a lark? I just don't want you to give up on getting married, that's all," she explained.

"But we're not, Belle. We will be married, bound together, all three of us, right?" Maisie explained.

"Belle. This is right., It feels right...for all of us. Maisie and I don't need the legal part. Our connection goes beyond that. Hell, if we're breaking conventions, why not go all the way?" I laughed, and she kindly swatted my leg.

"You know what a leap this is for me, don't you? You're sure, hmm? You really want this?" she asked.

"No, Belle," I said, before Maisie could answer. "We need this, 'kay? Be with us. Commit to us. We are to you, so..." I said, hoping those words were enough.

It took Belle a week to really embrace the idea, but she got there!

This was our 'coming out,' so to speak. Maisie and I knew this was a huge step for Belle, but she was adamant; her fear of being outed and ostracised had slowly faded over the year we were first together. Faded, but not altogether gone.

How it would reshape our lives, God only knew. Even I, with my overthinking, could not foresee the impact of the simple declaration.

We had special rings commissioned for us, all exactly the same. I took inspiration from my parents' rings, a simple gold band with three strands of rose, yellow and white gold coiled together, and set into a narrow channel so we could fiddle with the coiled band whenever we got nervous. At least that's how I used it! They were perfect.

Maisie and I barged and cajoled our way through the guest list. This was getting out of hand! My moms were good at arm twisting, to say the least. Belle advised us to let it go and let them have their day. Humph.

Belle flew her dad down, having him stay with us for the week; more than enough time to catch up and ingratiate himself with his ex. Dad and he got along famously, their love of single malts is a great starting off point!

Ewan was ever so gracious when he met Belle, hugging her, calling her 'lassie' and not batting an eye at the very obvious disparity in ages. It was wonderful to catch up with him after all this time. I asked if he was ready for that race yet and cockily smiled, and said 'Anytime, lass.'

On the day, my wives never looked so desirable, so utterly devastatingly, beautiful. We all wore variations on a white theme, all tasteful and not showing off too much decolletage. Maisie handed me a little box and I excitedly opened it. Inside was the most beautiful, delicate leather and pearl choker. It had two strands of delicious pearls encased in the softest black leather. It had, perhaps, three, maybe four inches of pearl showing, the rest encased in this exquisite leather tube. It was nowhere near trashy or kinky, but rather sophisticated. Well, to me, at least. Anyone who saw it, would not recognise it as some lurid BDSM kink...but my Maisie and Belle knew otherwise.

Eagerly, I tried it on, Maisie attending to me. I ran my fingers over the pearls and smiled. I loved it. I embraced them both, careful of their lippy! After all, I felt so proud wearing it down the aisle.

We had all chosen and made our individual bindings for the ceremony, festooning them with garlands, beads and seashells. We had an abundance of ribbon on the table near us, inviting whoever wanted to come up and bind us. We found a celebrant who would conduct the ceremony. We spent so much time with her, going over vows, promises and our hopes. She was fabulous.

We stood in a perfect triangle and exchanged rings, our pledges vowed, amidst rapturous applause. Moms and dad were the first to add ribbons to ours. We had, literally and figuratively, tied the knot now!

Jonathon was there with his girlfriend, which was lovely. I watched, as they danced, their closeness all too evident to Maisie and me. His girlfriend hadn't a clue. Just as well, too! When I danced a slow number with Jon, I told him that if ever needed his mother, it was fine with Maisie and me. He was surprised and thanked us for understanding. If only he knew...

Belle had lavishly booked two nights at an exquisite London hotel. The Garden Suite was magical. It overlooked Cadogan Square, an area I wasn't familiar with, but had a sneaky feeling Belle was! I loved when she approached the front desk. Her quiet assertiveness and cool demeanour were something to behold. To say she had come out of her shell and was embracing throupledom would be understating the change.

We didn't leave the room 'til we checked out late on the Monday morning. Room service was to die for; the waiters barely registered the state of the bed! I'm sure stories were told of the three odd women in the penthouse suite!

My parents wanted to pay for our honeymoon. We could tell Belle was a bit uneasy about THAT, but she got over it.

At their request, we gave them our intended itinerary. I swear there was a sharp gasp when they saw, but smiled and said fine.

We spent the next two weeks on a wooden, three-masted gulet, roaming from island to island around Croatia. Daddy had found a company that catered for clientele that valued privacy, and security and who provisioned to the whims of their clients, with no questions asked.

It was simply glorious. The crew was all female. Hmmm, I wonder if daddy requested THAT! As we boarded the magnificent, wooden sailing yacht, they handed us copies of the NDAs they had all signed.

We all felt so relaxed and at home, making love countless times up on deck, the sun blazing down on us, the wind whipping around our naked bodies and the boat slicing through the waves. We were a bit reluctant at first about baring all, but we were quickly assured that the boat was at our disposal to do whatever we chose. The crew kept such a low profile, never interrupting or gawking at our couplings. And couple we did! We quickly left our inhibitions on dry land!

It's hard to explain, even now, what it was like to go down on my wives, as the wind was softly caressing your back, Belle and Maisie's scent mixed with the sea breeze. Maisie and Belle brought their 'bags-of-joy' along, whilst I spent damn near the whole time with my butt plug humming away inside me. I never knew who had the remote, which added to my delirious distress! It was pure and unrelenting hedonism.

We relaxed so easily, that by the second day, we were no longer shy about covering up when one of the crew brought us drinks or replaced our towels. We did dress when we went down for meals; it's not like we were committed naturists or anything! The meals were fabulous and the Croatian reds were some of the best we had ever tasted.

I would sit back in my comfy lounger, my big floppy hat flapping about, read, drink a chilled white and watch Maisie and Belle casually make love.

They were laying out on these cushiony mattresses, both in their scandalously small bikinis. We had, long ago, declared that thongs were off limits...forever! I used to sneakily wear one, but only if I knew I wouldn't be found out. I did love the feeling of my bare arse on my trousers! Anyway, I loved their bikinied bottoms, teasing me even though I had memorised both of their delicious arses.

Anyway, on this particular afternoon, they were ignoring me! Humph! I watched, enthralled, as they wrapped their bodies slowly around one another, their legs entangled and their hands lovingly touching each other's faces. I had my sunglasses on, so they didn't know if I was watching them, or reading. My God, they looked so fucking beautiful, their hands lazily caressing and touching, neither in any hurry.