Her magnificent breasts and smooth tummy undulated with each descent, almost a belly dance, but with her pussy. After a few minutes, Carla let herself all the way down, and placed her hands on my chest as she rode me, quick and hard, to swift mutual orgasms, then lay down on top of me, arms around my neck, smiling angelically. I was still inside her, and felt the slow trickle of my jizz sliding out of her, down onto me. Just like with Liv…
I’d been avoiding this subject for some time, but I had to know, at least Carla’s side of it. The issue was now, pardon the pun, coming to a head, or would soon, I was sure. “Carla…how is this all going to end up?”
She kissed me, a little peck on the lips. “All this? I figure we’ll take a shower, eat breakfast naked, and I’ll let you have your way with me all morning and afternoon.” Her eyes shone in the early morning light, and she looked content.
Running my hands up and down her soft, warm back, I raised my head to kiss her back, also just a peck. “Baby, I mean you and me and Liv…”
“Oh, you mean you and my mom trading off having you in our beds? Fucking and sucking all night long? That’s what you really mean, sexy?” She was enjoying teasing me altogether too much.
I kissed her forehead. “Yeah, I think so. Liv told us both she wants me back, all to herself, by around October. I really love you Carla, and don’t want to just leave you out in the cold.”
“Besides which you’d only have one sexy gal in your bed waking you with blowjobs and long, slow balling…”
My voice had an edge to it, which I quickly smothered, not wanting to upset either of us. “I’m serious, Carla. I love you so much. Just like I love your mother, babe.”
She hugged me close. “Mom and I aren’t about to make you choose between us, if that’s what you’re worried about. She’s not selfish about you, but I know she feels the same way I do about you. We talked for hours Thursday afternoon about you and both of us. If it were just me, I’d be very, very, selfish with your favors. If you and Mom weren’t a couple already, I think I’d marry the hell out of you.”
I felt stunned, unable to speak. Did she really just propose? Of course, it was much easier to speculate about since that wasn’t going to happen with things the way they were.
“Cody, Mom and I traded a few notes about you. We didn’t talk about actual sex, but she’s really happy about…loaning me to you, and I love that she loves you so much to share with me. It’s weird”–understatement of the century–“but neither of us wants you to have to choose, so we’ll keep on sharing you for a while longer. Maybe past October. Maybe through Christmas.”
“Wait… What about…”
She headed off my next question with a kiss on my lips, which momentarily overcame my desire to know. “Cody, I’m head over heels in love with you, probably since before you first slept with her. She’s in love with you the same way, and there is no question in my mind or hers that you love us both completely. Someday one or the other of us will bow out, call it quits. Someday you’ll have just one of us in your bed, but we decided there’s no need to rush it. Right, baby?”
“Last night you were heels over head in love with me, Carla…”
She laughed out loud, breaking the serious mood I was feeling. “Fuck! You’re right, and so funny.” She leaned in and kissed me again. After a while, I led her to the shower for the second act of our morning. Since she was the guest, after we were all washed up, I sat on the bench and lifted her foot to rest next to my hip. I took my time licking her, wanting to acknowledge my dedication and love to her. Carla’s moans built more gently than two nights ago, but her climax was just as loud, echoing in the glass stall.
Afterwards we stood under the hot streaming water, and she leaned against me, cheek buried in my chest, her breath making the hairs there shift gently with each exhalation. “Cody?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Right now…right now, at this minute, I don’t want to share you. I missed you so much the past few days, and I just want you forever.” She looked up and kissed me. “Is that so wrong?”
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The next two months passed quickly, a parade of increasing work duties, sometimes exceeding sixty hours a week, between home and the office. I brought the IBM back to the apartment, since that was where Carla and I were from every Thursday night, through Sunday. She didn’t begrudge me the work time, since she knew it was important. When she thought I’d worked long enough, she sidled up to the desk, completely naked, offering me a break, which always seemed to be perfect timing. Twice, she knelt under the desk, sucking my cock while I tried valiantly to work. Porn cliché or not, it was wonderfully distracting.
We also went out among the shops of downtown Chicago, ate at a few restaurants, both fancy and down-to-earth. The resemblance between her and Liv was still astonishing, and I felt more than a little poignancy when I looked at her, naked or clothed, and realized how much I loved them both.
The rest of the week, Liv and I still didn’t go all the way, but mutual oral sex and a few sessions of sixty-nine had us both relieved and in love. I gave her two ‘on demand’ sponge baths, paying special attention to running the washcloth over her pussy and between her labia. She came hard both times, and jacked me off onto her tits as a thank you, my thick white cum gliding between her tits and over the gradually fading scar there. Tuesday nights, she had me draw bubble baths for her, then join her in the suds, fondling and kissing more than actually washing up.
Most mornings, Liv joined me in the shower before work, then headed out to the gym for a low impact workout, building her strength back. The pallor she had had in the hospital was entirely gone, and she looked healthier in every way. When we were naked, I saw she regained most of the definition and muscle tone she had lost during her recuperation, and spent some time on a tanning bed, to boot. Her tanlines were once again becoming pronounced, lovelier with each passing week. Between nightly trysts, with Carla staying at my apartment, Liv told me how her doctor was impressed by her progress, and she might be able to return to the office sooner than expected.
The two of them spent Thursday afternoons together, with one or the other picking me up from the office, so all three of us could have dinner together. My feelings of intrusion and awkwardness soon passed, and it was clearly a happy time for them. Sunday nights and Monday mornings were their time, mostly, too, also accompanied by dinner for all three of us at the big dining table. Liv made an off-hand comment about a Carla sundae. Carla’s blush and sheepish grin told me that she’d disclosed at least that part of our affair to her mother, and I realized it was probably, almost certainly, more. Liv and Carla looked happy, relaxed, and at peace with each other, and with sharing me between them.
Liv made it clear she wanted me to continue spending my weekends with, and in, Carla, and she was always glad to see me come home to her from the weekends, ready to claim her time with me, before sending me back to her daughter.
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I arrived home late Monday night. A combination of deadlines and preparing for a big meeting coming up this Friday claimed all of my energies that day, and I trudged in from the garage, dropping my briefcase by the door instead of in the dining room. Liv, in contrast, was full of energy, and hugged and kissed me very passionately, some of which I was able to return.
She wore only a sheer, white gown that went from her neck all the way to the floor, drifting with every step, furry ruffles along every edge and both cuffs. By sheer I mean it was almost transparent, a gauzy curtain that hinted at concealing her beauty and curves, but gave up before even starting. Despite the fatigue from my long day, I felt a familiar stiffening, growing quickly.
“Liv, babe, you’re so beautiful…” She rewarded me for that compliment, obvious though it was, with another kiss, long and slow, filled with moans and our tongues wrestling good-naturedly in our mouths. Her naked breasts rubbed against my shirt while I reached around and cupped her buttocks, lifting and spreading them, pulling her into and up to me, the same way I had the first time, and many times after.
Stepping back after her greeting, she took my hands in hers and backed to the couch, reclining on it and smiling very winsomely. As Liv sat, I noticed there was no sash or belt, and the gauzy robe swung open, giving me an unobstructed view the length of her body, every gorgeous inch of her. The surgical scar was still visible, a pale strand of keloid tissue that nearly blended into her olive skin, now a border between her gorgeous, perfect breasts, and visible mainly in relief. As she moved, her nipples played peekaboo with me through the snowy, wispy clouds of pure white fur.
“Saw the doctor again today. He’s very happy with my recovery.” Carla had returned to classes last week, but arranged her schedule so she had Mondays off to drive Liv to the doctor for her weekly exams. This was because I usually drove the Crown Vic in, at her behest.
“I’m so glad, Liv…,” I said simply, but glad didn’t begin to describe the feelings of overwhelming joy and love I felt for her, and the wakening lust in my loins from this vision of beauty before me, wholly ready, it seemed, to be made love to.