Carla’s reaction to my planned week off with Liv was surprising. She said without even a hitch in her voice that we both deserved it, and hoped we would fully enjoy wherever I picked for our trip. Then she told me she planned to pick out a resort I could take her to in the near future. It was clear from the merriment in her eyes and her happy smile that she was certain she could enjoy spending time at a resort with me as much as her mother would.
Friday night, Carla climbed in bed at the apartment, naked and eager, snuggling up close to me for a long kiss, before pausing. “You realize I’ll be without your cock and tongue for over a week, what with you being off on the coast and in my mom all of next week.” I nodded, but before I could answer, she pressed on.
“So, Cody, that means I need to get completely filled up and satisfied to hold me over, until I have you again!” She held me close, grinning. “After about a week, I’ll probably be using my dildo every night, but I’ll only be thinking of you!” Carla leaned in and gave me a long, slow kiss, hugging me with every inch of her body, to forestall any answer.
We made love all night and into the morning. I half-wondered if Carla was trying to wear me out so I wouldn’t be able to perform for Liv, but she wasn’t petty like that. Neither of my girls were, but both were equally voracious, equally in love with me, and either was very welcome in my bed at any time. It amazed me how willing they were to share my body and my cock and my mouth and everything else, and that made me even hotter for either, and both, of them.
Saturday morning was Carla’s turn to stand in the shower stall to receive my oral skills, but she sat and told me she was going to skip it this weekend. I stood in the warm spray while she sucked me off, and felt her swallowing the lion’s share of it before rinsing her face under the stream. She held me very tightly afterwards, smiling into my chest, and murmured, “I told you I could learn to love the taste…”
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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.