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Liv pulled another surprise on us. At our accustomed dinner Sunday night, she suggested that I entertain Carla the rest of the week before we were to depart for our trip. “I don’t want to deprive my daughter of the finer things in life…and bed!” On hearing the news, her daughter had clapped happily, and I spent the rest of the week, through the weekend, with a very energetic and nearly insatiable Carla.
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Thursday night, we lay winded and holding each other after our third lay of the evening, then Carla slid off me, and turned to put her head on my shoulder, one arm flung carelessly across my chest. “Babe, promise me something…” Her whisper was soft, suddenly calm, not quite somber, but quite a change from our joyful intercourse of mere moments earlier.
“Carla, anything.”
She hugged me close, her voice quiet, almost timid in my bedroom. “Promise me you’re not getting married or anything. On vacation.” My stunned silence wasn’t what she expected, and I saw a tear start down one perfect cheek. She clearly thought my failure to answer immediately was something other than shock.
Gathering her in my arms, I held her tight. “No! Carla, no… I’m not marrying your mother, not without a whole lot of thought and talking about it with both of you. Besides, you both said you would choose together which one would get to…keep me. No way am I forcing a decision early.” I kissed away the lone tear. “I love you, and I love Liv.”
She sighed and snuggled in closer, slipping one of her dark, silky thighs, damp with her juices, over my leg. “Fuck, I know that, Cody. I’m barely able to share you with her, ’cause I want you in my bed all the time. Just like she wants you all the time. If the two of you tied the knot, that would leave me out of everything…”
“Carla, my love, I swear to you I have no secret plans to elope. With either of you.” I scooted up further onto the pillow, and she followed, head still resting on my shoulder. “Seriously, Carla, you and Liv by yourselves are everything I could want, and both of you deserve all the happiness in the world.”
“So, Cody, could you see yourself…married to one of us? Y’know, in the future?” She sounded wistful, hopeful for the eventuality, and I knew what her answer would be if I ever proposed, just as I suspected what Liv’s would be.
That was something I thought about more than I cared to admit, but which one? “Carla, my darling, sexy girl, if there is ever a wedding, it won’t be a surprise to either of you. Long engagement. With lots and lots of lovemaking and hot showers for two, lots of cunnilingus…”
She laughed. “Not to mention tit-fucking, blowjobs, and cum swallowing! Right?” It became clear to me that she wanted, even expected, that proposal to be to her, not Liv, and I wondered if Liv expected a proposal from me, once they had made their choice.
My next words were purposely light, not wanting to betray my own inner turmoil. “Sounds like you know how to celebrate an engagement…”
We started making out again almost immediately, although I didn’t quite have the energy for a fourth venture inside her until morning.
Friday night she stayed at her mother’s house, while I packed for the trip. Our flight to South Carolina was Saturday morning, and all three of us knew, I was sure, that sleeping with either of them that night would deny me the time I needed to recover for our week-long tryst. Carla left that morning just before I headed to the office, after kissing me long and hard for what would be the last time in over a week.
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Autumn was only days old, though it hadn’t yet started to cool significantly, and I suspected an Indian summer was in the offing. Our cottage was at a cozy little beachside resort with a private hot tub on the patio, outside in a covered gazebo. There were no tropical storms or hurricanes in the forecast; after Hurricane Earl around Labor Day, nothing much had been happening in the Atlantic, and I was optimistic our week-long vacation wouldn’t run into any severe atmospheric events, though I expected a lot of other moisture elsewhere.
Liv and I traveled together for the first time since February, and the first time not on business since our wonderful excursion to Monterey our first summer together. I wanted her to feel the same nostalgia, the same sense of adult exploration, that she had brought me to, and I found a great little place to do it on the coast of South Carolina.
Eager to give her the best vacation in years, I sprung for first-class tickets, my first opportunity to do this for Liv after she had done it for me in February, and she loved it. We sipped sparingly on champagne cocktails in the front of the cabin, with a light snack during the three-hour flight to the next step on her full recovery.
The resort was as advertised, with sandy beaches, crisp skies and magnificent crystal-clear blue ocean. The weather was pleasant, the humidity bearable, and the venue more breathtaking than I had expected. Liv was very appreciative as we walked to our cottage, and the instant we got inside, she threw her arms around me for a long, sensuous kiss.
We came up for air moments later, The Hottest Mom very pleased. “Baby, this is perfect!”
“I was thinking of Monterey, Liv.”
She smiled gently at me. “You remembered…”
“Always, my love. Formative years, and all that.” I kissed her back, and soon we made our way sideways to the bedroom. The overhead fan was huge, and swept the air around the room lazily, cooling it several degrees from the main room. A pair of French doors led onto the private deck, and I was sure we would explore more of that after we explored each other.
Liv pulled her sundress over her head, then her bra. When I’d let my palm pass over her rear end on the way to the flight, there had been no seams beneath the dress, no little bump for my hand to run over, and she had confirmed with a wordless grin that she had worn no panties on the flight down. Her curves were as lovely as ever, the pale patches under her now-absent bikini as pronounced and lovely as I’d ever seen them. The thick hair at her crotch was black as night in the setting sun, like her long tresses, which still flowed down to her waist.
She stepped over to me and finished undressing me with sure fingers, almost like she was unwrapping a gift she was eager to open, but without tearing the paper. Finally, she slid my boxers down my hips and onto the carpet, then led me to our bed.
We lay down and started making out, ready to consummate our love yet again. I started to roll onto her, and she stopped me. “I said I was going to fuck you properly on our getaway, Cody.” Pushing me onto my back, she straddled me, and I felt the moist, sweet heat of her pussy against my hard-on. “Now, baby, me on top for the first time in months, that’s proper.” Her hips descended, and she used her thumb and forefinger to slide me to the right point, before settling down onto my cock, engulfing it with her pussy.
“Just lie back, my wonderful man, and let me do all the work this time…”
Liv closed her eyes and sat up. The setting sun cast horizontal bars across her body, her nipples moving deliciously between light and shadow in time to the rocking of her hips. Her mouth parted, and I heard her quiet moan. “I love you, Cody. Love fucking you like this…” She started rotating her hips, her labia describing hot, lazy turns around my stiff cock, guiding it in a circle inside her belly, which was taut now, tight and slick.
I closed my eyes, and felt Liv undulate and circle my hard-on. My hands settled automatically on her hips, following her motion, multiplying the sensation of one of the women I loved expertly using her body to lure me along, draw me to the orgasm she wanted us both to experience. My climax began to build the instant she inserted me inside her, but it was wonderfully slow in its progression, and my first gasp was an echo of hers the same instant.
Her hips shifted subtly, and I knew without looking that she now leaned back, her hands on my knees, wonderfully stretching and tightening her slick hole, even as she continued her gyrations on and around my cock. I heard her breathe out, a few words traveling like an erotic breeze. “God, Cody, this is perfect…”