To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 02

THREE MONTHS LATER

It was late spring. Bridget and Jim had taken his boat out onto the mountain lake and had landed at a secluded and uninhabited bay. Jim had prepared some dinner and they sat arms around each other in the late sunshine. The blue lake glistened in the sun, the high mountains, still with their late snow towered behind.

Over the intervening months Bridget realized she was utterly in love with Jim. It wasn't only the sex which just seemed to get better and better, they just seemed to be soul-mates. They never ran out of conversation when they were alone together, they both made each other laugh so much. Although they didn't have much spare money they always found ways to enjoy themselves. Her children loved him and Jim was clearly very fond of them.

Whenever she was with him she felt a mixture of contentment and excitement.

She knew Jim was very fond of her, but had always avoided conversations on the subject of living together.

As was always the case in private they wore no clothes. Bridget had realized very quickly that Jim had no interest in sexy underwear, only what was underneath. When she had her Brazilian done she had left a little triangle of hair above her labia, but the next day she removed that vestige of hair with her razor.

Jim sipped some wine and stared into the distance. "Do you think we should get married?"

Bridget's heart skipped a beat. There was nothing she wanted more.

"Sorry darling, I didn't hear that."

Jim sighed, "Do you think we should get married?"

"I don't know. What do you think Jim?"

"I suppose I could do worse."

"I suppose you could," agreed Bridget and poured her glass of wine over him.

Then she added. "But are you a good catch for me? What are your financial prospects."

"Well things aren't great now and I can only see them getting worse."

"Hmmm, no money. Do you think I will get bored with this cock?"

"I could get an implant."

"Well I don't know Jim. You have a pathetic line in marriage proposals. You have no money. And you need a cock implant."

They sat in silence staring at the lake.

"I suppose we might as well," said Bridget taking his glass of wine and pouring it over his head.

"OK," said Jim.

"You stink of wine. Go and swim in the lake."

Jim dived in, When he emerged the icy snow-fed waters of the lake had shrunk his manliness to a fraction of its normal size.

"If I knew you were that small, I would never have agreed."

They ate their food and drank their wine in silence. Bridget who was overwhelmed with happiness snuggled tighter into his embrace. Occasionally Jim kissed her on the nose.

The evening got cooler. Jim fetched a rug from the boat which they draped around their shoulders as they sat side by side.

"I almost forgot this." Jim passed Bridget a small velvet covered box.

Bridget opened it and took out the diamond ring. It was fabulous. Bridget couldn't bear to think how much it had cost. She knew it was far more than he could afford. Jim put it on her finger. Bridget glowed with happiness as the diamond glinted in the evening sun.

"It's a bit small isn't it?"

"To match my cock."

"Ah, of course."

Bridget grabbed Jim's cock in a far from delicate grasp.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"You know, you bastard, say it now," giving a twist.

"That hurts."

"Say it now."

Jim put both his arms around Bridget. "I love you with all my heart, beautiful Bridget."

"Good, you may fuck me now."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

The next evening, after their engagement party Bridget said, "I got a ring for you today Jim."

"Where is it?"

"You have to take my clothes off."

"Do I have to?" As he lifted her tank top then lowered her skirt and knickers.

There it was, a ring through her outer labia. There was a heart shaped medallion hanging from it. Bridget passed him a magnifying glass.

On one side it read: "Reserved for darling Jim forever".

The other side: "Trespassers will be amputated".

Jim peered at her pussy through the magnifying glass.

"Your clitoris is very big tonight."

"What are you going to do about it?"

THREE MONTHS LATER

Bridget and Jim's arrived at Nice airport in the south of France. Jim's feelings were confused. He was really looking forward to seeing Vicki again but what would happen with the three of them together?

Bridget and Vicki had spent a lot of time on the telephone together and seemed to email each other every second day. Vicki had said how thrilled she was that they were engaged and how lovely Bridget seemed. Bridget had also told him how lucky he was to have such a wonderful daughter.

But how would he react when he was in physical contact with Vicki? How would she react?

Vicki was at the airport already, having flown in from England

With a shriek of "Daddeeeeeeee!" she flung herself into Jim's arms. Bridget was a little surprised at the body hugging embrace and the kisses each showered on the other's cheeks.

But then Vicki turned to Bridget. "Oh Bridget, you are so beautiful and thank you so much for making my Daddy so happy." And she gave Bridget a hug which was just as tight, but did refrain from kissing her.

"Daddy, how does such an ugly man as you have such a beautiful fiance?"

"Jim, how does such an ugly man as you have such a beautiful daughter?"

Jim couldn't see the joke but both women laughed hysterically and fell into each others arm and hugged again. Then they each took one of Jim's arms and led him to the airport cafe. There seemed to be an instant bonding between Vicki and Bridget, so much so that Jim felt slightly out of the conversation. After a few minutes he left to sort out the hire car and baggage.

When he returned the girls were examining Bridget's ring, their heads close together.

"It's huge," said Vicki. "It must have cost a fortune."

"I haven't dared to ask," said Bridget.

When Jim came closer Vicki asked, "Daddy you are so stingy, why did you give Bridget such a small ring?"

"He said it was to match his penis," said Bridget and then was slightly shocked at what she had said.

"Oh poor Bridget, how terrible for you," said Vicki in mock concern, knowing full well how lucky Bridget was in that respect.

Jim took a hand of each of them and led them to the car.

After they had unpacked at the hotel Bridget wanted Vicki and Jim to have some time together and went shopping. Jim and Vicki met at the hotel cafe.

Jim reached across the coffee table and took Vicki's hand. She took it to her lips and briefly kissed it. They looked into each other's eyes, at first solemnly, then smiling.

"Vicki, I didn't think you could be more beautiful, but you are."

Vicki brought him up to date on all that had happened. Her studies were going well, she had made lot's of new friends. No boyfriend at the moment, she had dumped the only one so far.

"Remember when I asked you if I will ever find as good a lover as you? Well he was a long way short."

Jim didn't know what to say.

"Does Bridget appreciate what she's got?"

"I haven't heard her complain."

"When are you going to marry her?"

"When she tightens up her act."

"Very funny. You are so lucky, she's such a nice person and so beautiful."

"You to seem to get along very well."

"Perhaps it's because we both love the same man."

The conversation got less personal. Jim talked about his business and the tourists he had met. Vicki

gave Jim all the details of her university life. After coffee they strolled around the city center. Vicki held Jim's hand and he really couldn't think of why not.

By chance they met Bridget and the three of them strolled hand in hand, exploring the beautiful narrow streets.

The had their evening meal at a restaurant. During the meal Jim excused himself to go to the rest-room.

"Bridget, it's been lovely to meet you at last. Daddy is so lucky with you."

"I wondered why Jim was so good with my children and why they love him so much. I can see you have a really lovely relationship with him."

"Yes, I do. There are times when I miss him so much."

Bridget noticed the tears welling up in Vicki's eyes and put her arm around her in a comforting hug. This caused Vicki's tears to flow even more and she hugged Bridget in return.

Vicki pulled away. "Gosh this is so childish of me. So pathetic. Daddy told me how your parents died when you were my age. I was so sad when I heard about that." This caused both women to hug each other again.

"Right that's enough of that. We have two weeks together and we aren't going to spend it all bawling our eyes out," said Bridget.

Neither Jim nor Bridget had slept well on their long flight and went to bed early. There was an urgency to Bridget's sexual needs.

"Fuck me darling Jimmee, please fuck my ass," as she knelt in front of him.

Jim inserted a lubricated finger to relax her sphincter.

"No, Jim, I want your cock now."

His cock plunged into her puckered pink anus without the usual preliminaries. Bridget grunted with pain and bit the pillow as Jim's engorged cock split her bowel. But then her muscles relaxed to accommodate his powerful thrusts. Her grunts turned to groans.

"Harder, oh harder please, my ass fucking darling."

Jim's loins spanked into her buttocks. His fingers reached under and roughly massaged her clitoris.

Bridget's orgasm started with her whole body shivering then her loins tightened and the surge swept her from clitoris to anus.

"Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaaaaah my lovely darling."

Her limp body would have collapsed to the bed but Jim held her tightly by the hips as his thrusts mounted in ferocity. For another minute he pounded as Bridget moaned and then he felt the surge from his loins, through his cock and into her rectum.

They lay in a close embrace, kissing.

"Goodnight my darling, I love you."

"Goodnight beautiful Bridget I adore you."

They slept in late the next morning. The phone rang on the bedside table. "Where are you guys? We're supposed to be meeting for breakfast," demanded Vicki.

She came up to their bedroom. Bridget was a little bit surprised to see how Jim wandered around in front of his daughter in the briefest of underwear after their shower. Bridget's long, thick blond locks took some time to dry.

"Bridget, your hair is so beautiful. Can I brush it for you?" asked Vicki.

Bridget passed the brush. Vicki first gave her a scalp massage then brushed strongly. Bridget's wavy cascades glistened when she had finished.

Bridget and Vicki wanted to see more of the old parts of the city. Jim was bored with sightseeing so they went by themselves.

The bond between the two women grew quickly. Perhaps it was because they were both only children and saw each other as the sister they never had, perhaps because they both had had lonely childhoods, perhaps because the both loved Jim. They chatted and giggled as they walked.

When they had tea Bridget told the story of her marriage.

"He sounds a real bastard. Why did you stay with him so long?"

"Looking back it was stupid. But I had my two lovely children and I suppose I was scared. Scared of the confrontation, scared of having no money and scared of being alone."

Vicki stroked Bridget's hand as she saw the anguish on her friend's face.

"You and Daddy seem very happy."

"Vicki, I love him so much. Everything about my life is so happy now. My children love him and he is just so wonderful with them." Bridget didn't let go Vicki's hand.

After lunch all three went to the beach Vicki who had grown up on surf beaches was a little disappointed with the calm water, but decided she would work on her tan. Both she and Bridget were wearing the smallest of bikinis. They lay on their deck chairs and she was a little surprised to see Bridget remove her bikini top.

"Everyone does here," said Bridget noticing her look.

Vicki looked around and saw almost all the women were sunbathing topless.

"Do you mind if I do it Daddy?"

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," smiled Jim. When Vicki had obliged he gazed in fascination at two perfect sets of breasts. Vicki's nipples were brown, Bridget's pink. Vicki's were slightly bigger but he has always admired Bridget's. It still seemed extraordinary to him that at the age of 31 and having had two children that Bridget's breasts could be so firm and uplifted.

"Isn't Bridget so beautiful Daddy?"

"Do you think so? I hadn't really noticed."

Bridget poked out her tongue at him.

"I think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Vicki reached out and stroked Bridget's hand

"And you Vicki, you are so lovely," Bridget didn't let Vicki's hand go.

Jim went for a swim.

Bridget lay on a towel.

"Could you put some sunblock on my back, Vicki?"

It was more like a massage than simple sun protection. Vicki loved the texture of Bridget's skin, her lovely slim back. The side of Bridget's breasts were exposed as she lay and tentatively Vicki applied the sun block there.

"You are a wonderful masseuse. I loved that scalp massage you gave me this morning."

"Would you like me to do your legs?"

"Please."

Vicki started on Bridget's calves, then progressed up Bridget's thighs. She felt the firm satiny texture as her fingers roamed.

"Mmmm, that's lovely," murmured Bridget parting her legs slightly.

Bridget's bikini briefs were tiny. Most of her buttocks were exposed. They were firm and smooth but moved under Vicki's hands. She marveled at their lovely rounded shape and firm feel. Bridget spread her legs even more to let Vicki finish the inside of her thighs. Vicki was aware of how much she was excited when Jim touched her their. Was she starting to pant just slightly? Was Bridget just starting to squirm ever so slightly?

When she finished Bridget took her hand and kissed it.

Soon Vicki needed sunblock on her back also. A similar lingering massage. Vicki couldn't describe the feeling as Bridget tantalized the side of her breasts. She thought she should tell Bridget that she could do her own legs. But she said nothing and spread her thighs for Bridget's touch. The feeling when Bridget tantalized the skin just beside her pussy was more exciting than she expected.

Afterwards the two women lay side by side, not saying anything, but holding hands.

Jim returned and noticed them holding hands and smiled.

"We had better get a move on ladies if we are going to get there before dark. The three of them walked in their now familiar fashion, one woman one either side of Jim holding an arm. The only difference from before was that Bridget and Vicki were bare breasted as they talked and laughed on their way to the changing sheds.

It took three hours drive to the village deep in the French countryside. They phoned their landlord and were directed to their home for the next ten days.

It was a beautiful old stone French farmhouse on the side of a hill. Below stretched vineyards until they reached the river basin where an enormous oak forest went as far as the eye could see. Two mighty rivers twined their way through the forest and several unspoiled villages, all as old as the one they had just been through could be seen nestled in the hills.

The farm house had been fully modernized inside and had a spa pool in the front courtyard overlooking that magnificent view.

"Bridget you were so clever finding this for us. It's perfect," exclaimed Vicki.

"Just what I need, a spa," said Jim. After they had unpacked he took a bottle of wine to the pool. He felt obliged to wear a swimming costume although he was far from happy about it. Vicki and Bridget joined him, but after their time on the beach didn't bother with their bikini tops. Jim sat between them and arm around each of their shoulders.

Bridget was at peace with the world. Here in her homeland for the first time in 20 years with the man she wanted to spend her life with. She looked at Jim's face then moved his hand from her shoulder to her breast. And Vicki was such a darling, a kindred spirit, and, she looked across, so so beautiful. She remembered the feeling as she was being massaged, it was so delicate.

Bridget had never felt the slightest desire for another woman, but looked at the tiny V of Vicki's bikini with a strange feeling.

Vicki's feelings were a bit more mixed. She was so happy to see her father again. But sitting in the pool beside his near naked body she felt this overwhelming physical desire to be wrapped around that cock she loved so much.

She didn't resent Bridget at all. She was glad Bridget made her father so happy and already she felt that Bridget was the best friend she had ever had. Like Bridget she had had no lesbian inclinations, but had friends at university who were gay.

She looked at Bridget's long shapely legs under water and remembered how much she had enjoyed applying the sun-block on them. She remembered the thrill when Bridget had massaged her there.

"You women are drinking like fish," Jim exclaimed and went to get more wine.

When he was out they moved beside each other. Having had Jim's arm around them before it seemed natural that they should put their arms around the other's shoulder.

Jim returned.

"I'm stuffed if I'm going to wear these any more in a spa pool," stripping off his swimming costume. Perhaps the wine had made him brave.

"You can't go waving that in your daughter's face," giggled Bridget. "Come and sit on this side of me. Now Bridget was in the middle with both Jim and Vicki with an arm around her. Bridget's hand was over Jim's penis as she wasn't quite sure whether Vicki should be exposed to it.

"And I'm stuffed if I'm going to wear these any more in a spa pool," said Vicki and eased herself out of her bikini briefs.

Although the water distorted the view, Bridget saw Vicki's outer labia, soft and puffy.

"She's got a Brazilian. I wonder why," thought Bridget by then realized that Vicki was by no means a virgin. She didn't really know what to do herself.

"Ah well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." All three were now naked but as they chatted away and drank more Bridget soon forgot her nakedness. From time to time they turned on the air-jets and Bridget spread her legs enjoying the feeling of the bubbles across her genitals.

When she did so Vicki noticed her labial ring and medallion.

The sun started to set casting a golden glow over the rural landscape. They enjoyed the view and planned some of their trips.

Jim got out to make some supper.

By this time two bottles of wine had been drunk and Bridget and Vicki had consumed over half a bottle each. They were relaxed. They each regarded the other as the best friend they had ever had. And with the time at the beach and now in the spa-pool they were more and more appreciative of each other's body. Their thighs were touching as they sat holding hands.

"That massage you gave me on the beach was so lovely," said Vicki.

"I'm glad you liked it. My skin seemed to sing when you massaged me."

"I wasn't sure I should have done the sides of your breasts."

"It was strange, but I was feeling I would have liked you to touch them all over."

Vicki looked at Bridget, her breasts bathed in the golden light of the sunset."

"Would you like me to touch them now?" she whispered.

"I think you should, just a little bit," Bridget croaked then gasped as she felt the tickle of Vicki's fingers on her nipple.

"Would you mind if I kissed them?"

"I think you should, just a little bit."

"I've never done this before."

"Nor have I."

Bridget felt Vicki's nervous light kiss and flicker of her tongue. Then Vicki gained confidence and gently sucked Bridget's nipple. Bridget held her head and stroked her hair.

"Did I do that right?" asked Vicki looking up.

"That was beautiful," Bridget sighed. She gently lifted Vicki's head up, put her arms around her and they kissed.