0 comments/ 23113 views/ 9 favorites A Gamble Worth Taking By: jerseyguywrites I'm not a gambling man. I've been to casinos, horse races, too. But I never wager too much. I'm happy if I break even or come home a few bucks ahead. It's not that I don't like the excitement of a score, I'm just not addicted to the high of it. But my work took me to a small casino town. If this were Atlantic City or Vegas I could take in a show and skip the slots and the tables. I'd slowly nurse a drink, stare at the stage and forget where I was. In this out-of-the-way place slots and tables were all you can find. So I went to a diner, ate alone at the counter, then returned to my hotel. My plan was simple: grab a cup of coffee and a cookie in the lounge and take it to my room. I didn't expect to see anyone for the rest of the night. Instead I bumped into two curvy ladies, one had short and spiked red hair, the other wasa brunette, long hair past her shoulders. I'm forty. I'd guess these ladies were about ten years older than me. They were laughing so hard their tits and belly's jiggled. "You know how it is, Jewels. I just have to grab that stick and pull it hard," the redhead laughed, apparently not caring if strangers were around. She saw me pouring my coffee and smiled. "I just have that magic touch." She smiled and winked. "Sweetie, you can't press your luck," her friend answered. "You might have to pick another stick tonight." She also turned her eyes towards me and smiled. "Slots," the redhead explained. "I play the slots. I plant my toukis on the stool and hope for the best. There's one machine that I always play for a big payday. I swear it's got my toukis print all over it." The redhead licked her lips. "What are you doing here all by your lonesome?" she asked me. "Never see anyone here by himself." She moved her middle finger in a circle around the couch cushion beside her. "Come sit," she said, drawing a larger circle than my toukis, or hers, would likely occupy. "I'm Karen," she said, grasping my hand more firmly than expected after I sat, "She's Julie." "I'm Jay," I replied, feeling chills I took Julie's hand after Karen's. I could see why Karen called her Jewels. Her tits were huge and appeared pointed like diamonds through her white cotton shirt. Karen's were rounder, but also ample. Her silky purple top was unbuttoned one more button than it probably should be at a casino, revealing black lace below. But if Karen didn't care, why should I? "So, why are you here?" Karen licked her finger. Then she traced along my ankle and my knee cap. Julie smiled from the chair across, licking her lips. "I've got a project nearby. Starts tomorrow. Kind of boring, really. Computers." I shook as the words came out. Karen's finger, combined with the sight of Julie's tits, caused a rise that I had not felt in a while. I saw no reason to say more, though I enjoyed the sensations. "Oh, you're a smart guy?" Karen looked into my eyes and inched closer. "Can you help me at the tables, Jay? In case I can't get a crack at the slots?" "I don't know, Sweets," Julie answered. "He looks a little woozy." She looked at the throbbing mess between my legs. "Don't think he'll be much help." "Nah, he wouldn't want us, Jewels. We're old ladies. Jay's got a lady somewhere, smart guy like him. C'mon Jay, why doesn't your special someone want to come out and play?" Karen's hand reached my inner thigh. Then she pressed it along the zipper line of my jeans. "I don't have a girlfriend, I travel too much. I was married, divorced two years ago. My wife didn't like the travel any more than I did. But I couldn't find a job that kept me grounded. I don't want to get into details, but she found another guy." "I'm so sorry hun. Cute guy like you shouldn't be alone, that's all. Right Jewels?" Karen's fingers switched course below my slightly flabby belly. I don't work out as much as I probably should, so I blushed when she called me cute. And my legs had not stopped shaking. Julie nodded softly. "Nope, he shouldn't." She sat up to give me a better view. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as Karen continued teasing. "Come out with us?" Karen said, her finger pressing deeper along the zipper. "Be our sugar daddy." I laughed. I'm far from poor, but I'm closer to a Dollar Menu-naire than an millionaire. I carry, maybe, fifty bucks in my wallet most of the time. If I went to a casino I was happy to come home with the same amount of money I came in with. Karen leaned over, her tits in clearer view, as it to distract me from Julie. "C'mon sweets," she whispered. "We might get lucky." "C'mon, Jay. It'll be fun.You don't even have to drive. I'll chauffeur," Julie said. Karen's curves, soft lips, red hair and fair skin had me throbbing fast as she got up from her seat. After I got up, she took me by the arm while Julie went to get her car. As the car, a luxurious SUV, pulled up at the hotel door, Karen opened the rear passenger door for me. I got in and stretched my arm along the top of the seat. Karen slid under it after she entered from the other door. She took my free hand, and I squeezed it firmly. "Comfy?" Julie asked, as she put the car in 'Drive.' "Oh yeah," Karen said, flashing a pearly white smile. "Very comfy." She returned her hands to my inner thigh. She sensed my throbbing quickly and bit my ear lobe as she played along the zipper line. Bringing Karen closer I kissed her deeply. She gave my throbbing a gentle squeeze as our tongues danced. She slowly unzipped me and gave my cock a soothing massage. It quickly rose to attention, quicker than I would have liked. Julie had added to the mood by choosing a soft classical music CD for the drive. She looked up at the rearview mirror a couple of times, but said nothing. Karen's tongue felt like it moved to the music, picking a beat at the brass pieces, slowing for the woodwinds. As she sucked me I massaged her neck and ran my fingers through her hair. I kept resisting the urge to explode as she took my cock into her throat. But I couldn't hold back for the final notes. Karen didn't seem to mind. She took in my flavor as it poured. She licked it off the shaft and the rim. "Mmmmmmm, damn hun," she said, as she licked her lips. "Tastes like salted caramel." She kissed my lips softly and settled under my arm, my pants still unzipped. Classical music still filled the car as she rubbed my legs and balls. "Jewels, why don't we take a pit stop?" she asked, and winked. Julie found a spot by the river that ran alongside the casino secluded by trees. She turned off the music and opened the moon roof a crack to let in a soft breeze. She got out of the car and opened the rear hatch while Karen kept playing. The breeze shocked at first, but felt good on my cock. Karen saw the slight rise and grinned. Then she stopped playing. She got out of the car and came around the back. I followed, after I zipped up. Karen settled in my arms and rubbed against me as I sat on the car's rear bumper and watched Julie fold down the back seat. She opened a compartment under the cargo floor and pulled out a folding mattress as well as blanket large enough to cover all three of us. "I'm cold, babe," Karen bit my ear lobe and nuzzled closer. She squeezed my hands tight. The cold made me pull her closer still, making me incredibly hard. Feeling my mass, Karen rubbed her ass cheeks around it in small, tight circles. Julie closed the compartment where she'd found the blanket and the mattress and laid out both in the back. Karen and I stopped our embrace and got in while Julie closed the hatch from outside. She came back into the car through the rear passenger door. Karen lay to my left, still teasing my cock. Julie lay to my right. "Jewels, you gotta have a taste," said Karen, as she opened another button on her shirt. The better view made me harder faster. Then Julie took off her blouse. She did need to touch me before she took me in her throat. As she sucked, Karen kissed me. She let me undo the rest of her shirt and the snaps of her lace bra. She guided my face over her hard pink nipples, digging her nails into my scalp. Julie sucked faster than Karen, but with greater intensity. She slowed her rhythm when she took me in her throat. "Bite them, Babe," Karen whispered. I made small bites, then sucked and licked where I'd made my marks. "Ohhh yessss, " she murmured, as Julie had me deep in her spell. She'd brought me to the point of no return as my cum filled her throat. As I kept nibbling and sucking Karen, Julie pulled my jeans down further and squeezed my ass. She playfully spanked me as Karen kept my face on her tits. "You're right, Sweets," Julie said. "Yummy." Julie ran her fingers through my hair and we shared a deep kiss. "Hey, I saw him first." Karen giggled. As Julie and I made out furiously on her car floor, Karen opened her pocket book and pulled out a small toy. She kissed Julie below her belly, undid her slacks and pulled them off. She clicked a switch on the toy and pushed it between Julie's legs. Julie had been the quieter of the two—until that moment. Karen pushed the toy deeper, careful not to rush as I fondled and sucked Julie's tits. As Karen pushed, she squeezed my ass, as if to bring Julie and I closer, burying my face between her cleavage. Finally, one last push. Julie squirted her nectar in a huge rush. Before I could move, Karen licked it like a cat tastes milk. She shared Julie's nectar with me in a kiss. Then they shared it together. After they finished we relaxed and stared up at the sky through the moon roof. "This happen often?" I asked, kissing each lady's lips softly. "You knew this spot?" "Uhh, yeah," Julie answered. "We've been here before. It always brings us good luck." "You know what would make this perfect?" Karen asked. "Some wine and an extra blanket on the sand. I'd love that right now." "Too cold," said Julie. "You still want to hit the slots?" "Maybe that can wait. What do you say, Jay? I feel lucky." Karen licked her lips. "Why don't you relax and enjoy the show?" Karen slid next to Julie. They embraced tight and kissed deeper than I'd seen a man kiss a woman. As they switched to nipple play, my cock throbbed once more. I couldn't help touching and coaxing it to readiness. They broke their kiss and smiled widely as my hardness thickened. Julie reached for it first while Karen feigned disappointment. "Salted caramel, mmmmmm," Karen whispered as she ran her tongue in my ear. "You better save some for me." "I'm sure I'll have plenty," I whispered as we kissed softly. Julie sucked so sensually I tried to hold back. "I don't know babe," said Karen. "Julie really loves cock. You'll need time for the rebound." I slid my tongue into Karen's mouth, kissing her harder than I remembered kissing my wife before my marriage crumbled. My thumbs fondled her nipples as our kisses deepened. "Ohhh Jay," she signed. "I gotta have more of that cock." ulie's sweet mouth had taken me to the point of no return. She licked the shaft and playfully tasted the head. "Mmmmmmmm," she purred. "More like praline to me." She shared my juice with Karen in a lingering kiss. "We've gotta let Jay recover," said Julie. "He really blew a load." "What do you think, Jay?" asked Karen. "Plenty of tastes to taste. And Julie's especially delicious." Julie blushed, then she spread her legs as she leaned against the front passenger seat. I came over, kissed her deep, then kissed my way down, stopping to massage and suck her scrumptious tits. "Ohhhhh, yessss," she mumbled, as I kissed my way down, enjoying the journey down the folds of her belly. As my lips reached her lips down south, Julie and Karen kissed while Karen massaged Julie's tits. I licked along the edges of Julie's pussy lips. Then wrapped them around her clit. "Ohhhhh mmmmmy," Julie cried as I sucked harder, squeezing her ass cheeks I took her in. Karen sucked Julie's nipples harder, biting them for added effect. Julie shook and shivered as we devoured her. "Ohhhhhhhh, yessssss," she moaned. "Wooooooow." Her nectar exploded on my cheeks. I licked it off the folds of her belly, then along her thighs before returning to attend to her pussy lips. "Cherry and strawberry," I said. Then I shared Julie's nectar in a kiss with Karen. "She's really yummy," said Karen. "So are you." Karen kissed my cheek, so did Julie. They wrapped our arms around me in the middle and we fell asleep. Several hours later, sunlight poured through the windows of the SUV. I was the first to wake up. Since I had previously serviced Julie, I kissed Karen along the back of her neck, then down her spine. "Mmmmmmm," she murmured, as my lips reached her ass. "Don't stop, babe." She remained curled as I spooned her, before I kissed my way down to her hips. She rolled over and spread her legs. "Take me, Jay, I want you. Fuck me now." As my hardness peaked, I folded Karen's legs on my shoulders, gliding inside her slowly, picking up my pace as her thighs closed. I could not resist the heat of her juices as I reached deeper. They squirted all over my balls. "Ohhhhhhhh, Jaaaaaay! Keep going babe! Ohhhh Fuuucccck!" Karen's pleasured sounds woke Julie. "You two are too much," she said, and grinned. She leaned over to kiss Karen. Then she sucked her tits as I got ready to cum inside her. Julie bit Karen's nipples during my explosion. Then they took turns licking me off. "C'mon Jay," said Karen. "Can you stay out and play?" I didn't have a meeting for three more hours and I had gotten enough sleep. But I had to look the part of the brainiac when I got to the meeting. "I can't, I'm sorry. But I really want to." "Relax," said Karen. "We'll wait 'til you get done with work. We want to keep our sugar daddy happy." Julie dressed then got behind the wheel. But she peaked in the rearview mirror time to time and smiled as Karen sucked me off beneath the blanket. "This was our lucky day," Karen whispered softly after I had cum again. "I hope it was your's." Before we settled into our rooms we agreed to meet that night. We got into the elevator and leaned into the corner, with me in the middle once more, and shared soft kisses. I throbbed once more, but sadly, my floor was the first stop. "See you later, Babe," said Karen. She blew a kiss as the elevator door closed. I could swear I saw her slide her tongue into Julie's mouth before the door finally shut. And I felt a warm trickle between my legs. A Gamble Worth Taking Pt. 02 From the moment I watch the elevator close that morning I couldn't get Karen and Julie out of my mind. Karen's mouth and Julie's tits sent an unbelievable combination of sensations through me. I'd remember them for the rest of my life, if they never happened again. I returned to my room and cleaned up, taking a longer shower than usual. I put on my "company uniform," polo and khakis, and drove to my work site with a big smile. Nothing went wrong the entire day. The skies were clear and blue, my meetings went smoothly. I was even told that I would be needed again in a few weeks for a new project. Maybe this was not going to be the last time I'd see Karen and Julie again. They appeared to be regulars in this casino town, at least from what little they had told me the previous night. I actually wrapped up business before 5, unusual for computer systems work, but this time it was a true blessing. I throbbed faster as I got closer to my hotel, anxious to see my lady friends again. I went up to my room, changed into a sweater and pressed jeans. After I dressed I walked to the elevator. Julie and Karen had a room on the top floor. My heart pounded as the elevator counted the numbers up. I was seriously throbbing now. I looked for the room and discovered that it was a suite. Were Julie and Karen more than just a couple who "played the slots?" I knocked on the door then heard soft footsteps. The door opened and there stood Karen in a silk robe tied tight at the waist. She reached for me with both arms and pulled me in. Then she gave me a wet kiss after she closed the door. "My sweetie, you're early," said Karen. "I wasn't expecting you for another hour or so. I was just taking a nap when you knocked." She took my hand and led me into the center of the suite. A bottle was chilling in a bucker atop a dining table. "That's for later," she said. I noticed that the suite had two bedrooms as well as the TV lounge, a small kitchen—this one showed nothing to tell me that Julie and Karen cooked anything here—and the dining table. But two bedrooms? "Julie went out. She'll be back in a couple of hours. She took the car and drove to see her daughter. I hope you don't mind that it's just us for a little while." Karen squeezed my hand and led me into one of the bedrooms. Without taking off her robe she laid on the right side of the bed. She made a sweeping motion with her hand, as she had done the night before on the hotel lounge couch, inviting me to join her. "I love to spoon," she said. "Don't you?" Karen turned away from me and curled her legs. I wrapped my arms around her belly and brought her so close that, no doubt, she could hear my heart beat. "Mmmmmmm, that feels so good, babe. All right if we just cuddle up for a little while?" I wrapped my feet around her's to bring her closer still and planted soft kisses on her neck. "No fair, babe. I'm sensitive there." She giggled and playfully slapped my thigh. Then she took my left hand and sucked each finger. I felt slight shivers beneath her silk robe. I put one hand on the knot that bound the robe, the other on her belly to feel more. She snuggled a little closer and we shared a soft kiss. "Has anyone ever told you how delicious your cum really is?" she asked. "I couldn't get enough of your taste—and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I've never tasted anyone so delicious in my life." I blushed. I'd never been complemented like that before. I'd always thought my cock to be average size. I'd never met a woman who talked about it, even my ex-wife, though she never complained. It's what you do with everything you have that counts, I'd always thought. For the first few years of our marriage my ex had loved to experiment with different positions and techniques though neither of us went for the extreme. "No, nobody." The words came out shaky. "I'm really, really flattered. Maybe you bring out the taste in me." Karen laughed. "Not that I've had many cocks in my mouth, but they all taste different. Besides, you seem like a really nice guy. Cutie, too. I just had to take a taste. And wow." "Thanks." I rubbed Karen's soft belly gently and kissed her lips. "I really enjoyed the tasting." "Babe, you know Julie's my darling. It's been that way for a long time. Our families were neighbors for 25 years, our kids played together. Our husbands, God bless them, were best friends. We took lots of trips together." "And you sneaked out to play together?" Karen playfully slapped my ass. "No. Our husbands knew. Sometimes they'd watch. Sometimes they'd join in. Carl, Julie's husband, was quite tasty, too. But he's gone now. So's Evan, my great love. They passed within three years of each other." "You can't be that old." Karen's skin looked too smooth, felt too soft, for her to be a woman in her late 50s. Karen giggled. "Babe, I'm older than you think. I'm 63. Julie's 61." "You're kidding, right? You're gorgeous." Karen ran her fingers along my arms. "No, babe. I'm not. Not too old or gorgeous. And there's no age limit on fun. Don't you ever forget that." I moved from attending to her belly to massaging her breasts. "I promise, I won't," I said, and kissed her neck again. "Mmmmmm," she murmered, "gentle now, please." I kept the kisses soft as she kept purring. "Julie and I had a business. Real estate. After our kids got older we wanted something to do. Paid for college for all four of them out of our commissions. They graduated debt free." "Do you still have the business?" "Oh, we sold it two years ago at a good price. Now we just play and take trips like this. We've even built a house together. We know each other so well; it just made perfect sense." And Karen had called me her "sugar daddy" when we first met. I wanted to peel the layers, get to know her better, and I didn't mean only her robe. She was not only beautiful; she was brilliant. "You didn't need my 'help' at the casino last night, did you? Not that I would have been much help. I'm happy to go home with the same fifty bucks I came with." Karen laughed. "Babe, I was just teasing. I just wager for fun. Julie and I are not 'high rollers' or anything like that. But I get quite a thrill when I see all that money falling into my lap." "Does it feel heavy, like this?" I kissed her neck and undid the knot of her robe. Then I massaged the valley between her belly and her pussy. "Mmmmmmmm, nooooo, not like that, babe." She placed her hand atop mine and guided it around her hip bone and down the valley as my kisses continued along her neck, then her shoulders."Ohhhhhhhhh, mmmy baby," she muttered softly as she led my fingers around her moist pussy lips. She turned her head and bit my ear lobe as she pushed two fingers into her wetness. Her legs closed tight as our kisses deepened. She bit my ear lobe once more as my fingers reached her pulsing clit. It felt long and knobby at the end, sort of like i'd imagine a very small cock. Our tongues danced furiously as her body shook to my touch. "Ohhhhh Jay, I'm gonna squirt, she blurted, as she bit my ear lobe once more. Her nectar poured in a rush. We uncoupled then she turned on her back and spread her legs. Juice was all over her legs and all over the sheets. I licked her pussy from the inside out, then her thighs and belly for good measure. Then we shared her taste in a kiss. "Blueberry," I said. "You remind me of blueberries." I tasted her lips again. "Thank you, baby. You really know how to make an old girl feel good, feel sexy," Karen kissed my lips softly. She got up and retied the knot in her robe. "There's another set of sheets over there," she said, pointing to a night stand. "Why don't you change them while I take a shower?" I did. But I also discovered that she had cum all over my jeans as well. I either needed Karen to go to my room to get me a change in pants, or go back down the elevator with an embarrassed look on my face. Karen closed the bathroom door after her. I could hear the shower come on. But I all I could do was stand or sit around until she came out. Unfortunately, the suite door opened and Julie came in. She tossed her purse on the dining room table by the bucket and bottle. She was dressed like the real estate broken she'd once been, a black blazer and matching slacks, a teal silk shirt unbuttoned to hint, but not cry out. She had these cute tiny sunglasses perched on her nose. Had she worn jeans or a denim skirt with a loose cotton shirt or pheasant blouse, I would have thought she was a flower child of the Sixties. "Jay, Hi! How are you?" Her blue-gray eyes lit up and she planted a kiss on my cheek. Then she saw the mess on my jeans. "Oh you poor boy," she said and giggled. "I can't leave you alone with Karen for a minute. Forget about an hour." Julie offered to go down to my room and bring up another pair of jeans. I quickly accepted and she took my key. She returned as Karen was coming out of the bathroom covered from her shoulders to her ankles in a towel. "Sorry I'm late, sweets," Julie said. "But Carla really needed me. Two kids are quite a handful, even if one goes to school." "It's fine," Karen answered. "Jay and I were getting reacquainted." She kissed Julie on the lips slightly longer than her last kiss with me while I put on my change of jeans. I put the stained jeans in a plastic laundry bag and left it on the floor of a clothes closet. Julie smiled. "I see, and were you satisfied?" "Oh yes." Karen licked her lips. "Want to freshen up before we go out?" When I left Julie and Karen that morning I had no idea where they'd want to go besides the casino or their favorite secluded spot. I had hoped that I would fall asleep with one, or both, of them in a more comfortable place than the back of Julie's SUV. Julie fluffed out her silky black hair. "There, I'm freshened up. But what's this?" She looked at bottle still iced in the bucket by her car keys. "We can have that now, or later, your choice," said Karen with a wink. "I'm late, so let's have it now." Julie pulled out the bottle and read the label. "Mmmmm, my favorite red," she said. "Glasses in the cabinet," said Karen, pointing to me to get them, and I did. Julie poured three classes—they used up half the bottle—and proposed a toast. "To a taste experiment," she said, as she and Karen lifted their glasses. I lifted mine as their eyes and smiles focused on me. We clicked glasses, but they did not try to finish. So I didn't. Julie stepped towards me and leaned over for a kiss. As my lips touched hers and I wrapped an arm around her, she put a hand between my legs and rubbed below the zipper line. "I better get you out of those pants," she whispered. "Didn't see another pair in your closet." Karen smiled as she watched Julie work her magic. She remained wrapped in the towel and followed Julie and I into the other bedroom. Julie kept the sensual massage going between my legs while Karen picked up the wine bottle. Julie was the first to lie down, me in the middle, Karen on the other side. As Julie got me harder, sculpting my shaft, Karen dabbed wine along its veins. Then she ran wine-stained fingers along my balls. The wine caused them to burn slightly, but I could handle that. As my hardness satisfied her, Karen began licking my shaft while Julie teased the head; her grasp on my balls remained. Then Karen sucked my balls while Julie did the teasing. They brought me to the point of no return before pulling their mouths away. Karen grabbed my hand and put it on my cock. I pumped and pumped cum over her tits. Karen took a finger tip of cum. "Mmmmmm, Jewels. Takes good with wine, but better without it." Julie licked Karen's nipples. "Mmmm, yes. It lost a little sweetness." Julie and Karen kissed me, then Karen returned to the bathroom to clean up my mess. "Jay, we really enjoyed getting to know you," said Julie. "Karen's hardly shy, but we both really like you. We'd like to take you out tonight. Our treat. And we'd like you to stay the night." "I'd love that," I said after I'd dressed. "You two really are special." "Maybe, you'll come and visit us. Did Karen tell you about our house? Knowing how she fancies you, she probably didn't." "Yes, she did. It sounds really nice." 'It's our heaven, Jay. We just need one more thing to make it perfect." Julie motioned for me to sit by her on the couch in the lounge space. She put her hand on my thigh and rubbed soothingly, though not enough to make me hard again. "I love Karen more than anyone on this earth. It's like we read each other's minds. You know what I mean?" I looked at the bedroom where they had just tasted and drank me. "I think so." "Either one of us could get a man. We know that. All sorts of guys prim up for us. But we've never met two men we trusted equally." "I guess. Karen told me about you and your husbands." Julie took my hand. "Yes, they were very special. We loved them dearly. But we have not been able to remake that kind of relationship over the last six years. I guess lightning cannot strike twice. But we talked after you left for work this morning." "Huh?" "You seem like a beautiful man, Jay. Smart, tender, respectful, even a little naughty." She winked. I blushed and shivered slightly. "Thanks. I really like you and Karen, too." "How old are you, Jay? 35? 36?" "I'm 40," I said, my voice shaking. "A little younger than the men Karen or I have dated since we lost our husbands. But we don't mind, if we have a chance to get to know you better." "I'd like to get to know both of you better, too." "I'm glad you said 'both of you'." As Julie's fingers ran along my belly I felt that my heart was going to race to explosion. "We thought you might want one over the other." "Huh?" "We can tell, the way you look at us, that you can't decide. But you don't have to." "You mean?" "Karen and I share almost everything. But we've never wanted to share a lover, a 'boy toy'. Until you." I squeezed Julie's hand tight. "Wow, I have no clue what to say. Just wow. But you were right. I couldn't decide." "You made us feel loved last night, Jay. You're tasty, but you're so much more. We didn't have to have a long, deep conversation to feel that. But we'd like to. Tonight." Karen had closed the bedroom door while Julie and I were talking. She opened the door and, like Julie, she was dressed like the successful real estate broken she had been, but with a greater splash of color. Her bright yellow blouse popped under a black blazer and a print skirt that stopped just above her knees. I smiled when Karen entered the lounge. "I can see how you two sold a lot of houses," I said. "Oh we did, baby. We sure did." Karen embraced Julie and kissed her smack on the lips. She looked her in the eyes. "I love you, darling," she said, and kissed her again. Then Julie turned to me. "C'mon, Jay. Join us. Group hug." I did, kissing each lady on the cheek and lips. Then we left the hotel, Julie driving. Only this time Karen sat up front. Julie and Karen seemed to know everyone at the restaurant, a five-star Fusion place not far from the casino, from the host up front to the waiter who took care of us. They took turns cutting their food and sharing morsels with me. The meal felt just right, many delicious flavors, but not too filling. Just like Karen and Julie. Between courses we held hands beneath the table cloth, Karen's in my left, Julie's in my right, away from potentially prying eyes. They described the home that they had built together as well as "war stories" from the real estate business. I shared my tales about my "more interesting" clients. It was nice that we could all laugh at ourselves as well as each other. We'd each made our mistakes in building businesses. "Why'd you pick software, Jay?" Karen asked after she finished her dinner. "Coding's a lot like writing, or music," I said. "It's a chance to compose something on your own, even if you have to share credit. Like a musician needs a band." "Hummm, interesting," said Julie. "You like music. I don't like to dance, but I love to play R&B or classical through the porch speakers at home. On the right night it really gets me in the mood." She squeezed my knee cap and gently rubbed my thigh. "You know, Jay, when you come over, there's a porch swing out back," Karen said, as her hand coaxed a throbbing. "It faces a lake, and it's roomy enough to share." Karen and Julie tipped our server generously then we went to the casino where Karen showed me her lucky slot machine. Pulling the lever brought me nothing but Karen really had a golden touch. She turned ten dollars into fifty within an hour before we moved on to the roulette tables. Then we moved on to play roulette. Julie bought $500 worth of chips, more than I'd ever spent in a casino in my whole life. We actually left a hundred dollars ahead. We returned to our hotel, again Julie and Karen sat up front and looked more subdued than I'd seen them since we first met. They held hands for a moment when we had to stop at a light, but that was the only hint of romance I saw on the brief journey. But when we got into the elevator, once again alone, we exchanged kisses as we cuddled together in the corner. There was no one at the waiting for the elevator door when it finally opened. So we held hands together as we walked anxiously to Karen and Julie's suite. Julie slid the key in and opened the door while Karen playfully smacked my ass. "Babe, you know what I want for dessert," Karen whispered. "Salted caramel." She licked her lips after the door closed behind us. There was still half a bottle of wine left. But Karen didn't want it. She quickly coaxed my hardness and led me to her bed as Julie rubbed my ass, teasingly pressing her thumb between the cheeks. I lifted my sweater and t-shirt over my shoulders while Karen and Julie undid my jeans. Karen undressed while I unbuttoned Julie's blouse then sucked her tits. But once Karen was totally nude, she stopped me and took over. I laid down in the center of the bed and watched Karen take her lover, while I played with myself. By the time Karen had totally undressed Julie I was ready to feed them my cum. "Chestnut praline," said Julie. "Yummmmm." Karen grinned. "Different tastes taste different to different people," she said. "But we both find you so incredibly delicious. We can't get enough of you." Karen and Julie were used to three in a bed, even four. I was a novice, but they didn't make me feel uncomfortable, even though they had been lovers for so long and knew each other's bodies so well. The way they kissed and tasted me, I'd never felt so wanted. Boy toy or not, Julie was right. I could not decide between the two of them. It was a month before I could make firm plans to hook up with Karen and Julie though we Skyped morning and evening, sometimes both, every day until I could get time off for my visit. They were more fortunate than I. They had each other while I had to resign myself to my online and off-line visions. I'd never been one to play with myself before I met them. But even from three hours from home, I couldn't resist. The way they enjoyed each other, as I watched through my Internet TV set-up, swore me off porn for the rest of my life. And when Julie played her music, I beat to the rhythm for their pleasure. "We can't wait to see you, babe," said Karen. Her tits filled my screen. "We really, I mean really, miss you." "All looks good. I'll leave around four tomorrow and should be there by dinner." Karen and Julie embraced and kissed deep, sending my cock into a frenzy once more. Then they turned and blew me kisses." "See you tomorrow, sweets," said Julie. Then they faded from view. I laid on my back in bed and rubbed the evening wood that my lady friends had created. I'd shot fountains towards the ceiling every night since I'd come home. I was scheduled to return to that casino town in three weeks, but I couldn't wait that long to see Karen and Julie again. A Gamble Worth Taking Pt. 02 I drove happily towards Appleton and my ladies, my cock throbbing faster to every mileage marker I saw on the trip. Julie had sent music from her play list for the trip; that only made me more anxious to see her. It rained hard as I drove so I concentrated on the driving, the music relaxing me. But as I got within Appleton's city limits I couldn't help but touch my throbbing. I could feel drips through my crotch. Only this time I took enough clothes for two weeks, though I could only stay for one. Karen and Julie had built a beautiful home. It was not only on a lake; it was the only home off a tree-lined path that apparently they had plotted. After I turned at their mailbox I had to go about a quarter mile to their driveway. My car's clock showed 6:50. Karen and Julie were already outside to greet me. After I got out of the car and unloaded my bags, Karen came over and practically smothered me in her arms. She kissed me several times on my lips and cheeks. Julie joined us in the embrace and shared kisses. After our long group hug, I picked up my bags and followed them into the house. Their house was a model for any home building magazine. The front doors opened to a sunlight-filled great room with polished wood floors and a pop-art rug between the couches. I saw the porch swing outside through the patio doors facing the water as well as a hammock with room for two, hopefully three. The open floor plan had the kitchen and dining room to the left of the great room, the doors to four bedrooms to the right. Karen went into the kitchen and brought out three steaks on a plate. She handed it to me and gently pushed me to the patio door. "This is man's work," she said, chuckling. "Everyone works for their dinner around here." There were also matches on the plate. "Charcoal's by the grill." I went outside and opened the top of the gas grill on the patio and prepared the fire. As I placed the steaks on the grill, Karen came over, carrying a marinate for me to brush onto the meat. Julie had already come outside. She was setting a picnic table, a salad was already center stage. So were pitchers of water and a wine carafe. The smell of steaks on the grill only added to the intensity I felt around Karen and Julie. 'I'll tell you when to turn them," said Karen, licking her lips, "and when they're ready." Her house, her cooking rules. Heck if I was going to argue. But she knew her steak. She'd helped me get our dinner to the perfect shade of pink. Karen put the steaks on the plate and brought them to the table. As I turned off the gas I couldn't help but watch her as she walked away. Julie poured wine for us after we sat. "To Jay, our guest, our love." I blushed as we clicked glasses. I was glad she'd said nothing about "experiments" from our time in the hotel suite. I was too hungry just to drink, taste and be tasted. We each took a sip then held hands, again Karen's in my right, Julie's in my left. The steaks and salad were perfect. Flavorful, but not too filling. Just like Karen and Julie. We cleared the table and cleaned the grill, but left the wine on the table so we could continue to share it. I didn't know if it was the same red that we'd shared a month before, but it didn't matter. Julie poured the rest of the wine into her glass and ours. "Such a nice day, with great company." She raised her glass towards me, so did Karen. "Too nice to go inside right away," Julie said. She took a sip and opened a button on her blue cotton shirt, revealing her hardening nipples. "I just love when the breeze touches them like this." She didn't have to touch them to get such a tantalizing rise. Instead of going to her lover, Karen followed suit. Her nipples were smaller, but she enjoyed herself no less. All I could do is blush as I watched these lovely buxom ladies fondle their own tits. I practically gulped the last of my wine as Julie took her right tit and massaged it with fingers and thumbs. "This is what we love about this place," said Karen, as she matched Julie's rhythm. We can do whatever we want, inside or out. You'd have to have a pretty powerful set of binoculars from across that way." She pointed to the lights from other homes across the lake. Julie unbuttoned more buttons and rubbed her ample belly as well as her tits. I couldn't help but play between my legs as I saw more of her voluptuousness. "We have to open the doors in our bedroom," she said. 'I'm really loving this breeze." But Julie would not get out of her chair. She kept rubbing and fondling herself while Karen did the same. Then Karen got up and went into the house. She returned with a hand-held vibrator and handed it to her lover. Julie unzipped her jeans and switched it on. I got up. I wanted to cum on her or taste her tits so bad. But she held a hand up, asking me to stop. "The hammock, sweets. Let's play in the hammock." Still unbuttoned and unzipped, Julie took my hand. We plopped in the hammock, my arms around her from behind and kissed very deep. I rubbed her belly and her tits gently at first, harder as she pushed the vibrator further. "Ohhhh Jay. This is heaven," she whispered. We snuggled closer as I massaged her hard pencil-point nipples with my thumbs. "You do it," she said softly, "Put it in." I took the vibrator in my left hand, her right tit in my other as her ass did a slow grind against my crotch as I pushed the toy deeper. We wrapped ankles to push closer still. "Yesssss, sweets, ohhhhh yessss," she mumbled until her wetness fired in a rush. I had cum before then. "Mmmmmm, Jay," she said. "We really missed you. Now open your pants." She cleaned my now limp cock, my balls too. "You'll always be my sweet praline." We kissed and untangled, getting out of the hammock. Karen grinned as soon as she saw us. Her pussy had gotten wet from a more natural toy. "You two were so hot, I couldn't help myself. I hope you have some left for me." Julie opened the windows that faced the water a crack to let in more of the breeze. "I can't get enough," she said, as she cranked open the last picture window. She had zipped her jeans, but left her shirt unbuttoned down to her belly. It didn't take too long for her nipples to harden again after she sat on one of the great room couches. Only this time Karen cuddled next to her and sucked them. They stayed cuddled and kissed as I watched from the other couch. "You two are so beautiful," I said, as Karen lightened her touch. I could tell from the way Karen's lips and tongue worked their way along Julie's skin and her tits, that these women were as in love as they'd always said they were. As much as I loved them, I would always be the lesser part of the relationship. If anything ever went wrong, both of them could turn me away. Losing two women I loved so much would be so much harder than losing only one. Karen and Julie stopped playing and rested in each other's arms. "We have a surprise for you tomorrow," said Karen. "Julie's daughter, Carla, is coming for a visit. We paid for a sitter to watch her kids. So it's Ladies Day, plus one. Is that okay?" If Carla was as beautiful as Julie I had no problem. And she was. She had the same buxom figure, same long silky black hair. Only her hair fell past her shoulders down to her waist. Carla was about the same height as her mother, only her ass was rounder. As I shook Carla's hand I noticed no engagement ring or wedding band. Yet she had two young children. "I've heard a lot of things about you," Carla said. "All good." She winked. "How are your kids doing?" I asked. "Good. Aunt Karen has a friend who's watching them." Carla told me that she had a six year old son and a two-year old daughter. The boy was from her first marriage, which ended quickly after the baby was born. The girl was from a later relationship that had not worked out. I couldn't take my eyes off her and Julie together as they went into one of the bedrooms to prepare it for the night. Karen noticed, and took a seat beside me. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Karen asked. running a finger along my arm. "Yes, she is. Just like her mom." Karen smiled. "She hasn't had great luck with men. I wish she'd meet someone more like you. Someone smart, responsible." Her fingers continued their journey down to my lap. But I was confused. Carla and Julie returned to the great room, Carla carrying a guitar. She took a seat and plucked the strings. "I thought she'd entertain us tonight," said Julie. She took a seat on the couch with Karen and me, me in the center once again. Julie leaned against my chest while Karen massaged my neck lightly. Carla had a wonderful voice as she played folk songs from female artists closer to her mother's generation such as Joni Mitchell and Joan Baez. The music relaxed us. Carla smiled as her mother planted a long, wet kiss on my lips after she finished her set. "I heard how you three found each other," she said. "Just think, Jay, if you had not bothered to get that cup of coffee. None of this would have happened." "Carla, they are the most beautiful ladies I have ever met. I mean that." Karen and Julie both inched closer, making a more sensual sandwich between us. "I can't believe how much you look like your mother." Carla giggled. "I'm an old lady, too? Thanks a lot!" She kept laughing. "Relax, I'm just so happy to be here with my favorite people. And I'm happy they're so happy." Julie tried, but failed, to suppress a yawn. "It's getting a little chilly in here," she said, and got up to close the windows. Karen got up, too, leaving me alone facing Carla. "You know, my mom and Aunt Karen tell me everything," Carla said. "Even about their taste tastes." I blushed a deeper red than I'd ever shown with Julie and Karen. Carla got out of the chair and leaned her guitar against it. She joined me on the couch, but sat apart from me, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were green; they might have been the only feature that was more beautiful than her mother's. She took my hands. "It's cool," she said. "Aunt Karen wanted me to taste, too, for myself." "She did?" I was still blushing. "Oh, I've played on and off with my Aunt Karen since my last boyfriend left me with Samuel. I haven't been able to trust a man since. Then Aunt Karen and my mom told me about you." I didn't know whether to be happy or mad. Julie and Karen had wanted to share me. Now they were going to bum me off on another women with children? "What's wrong, Jay? You look like you just saw a ghost." "Maybe I saw something moving away. I'm sorry, Carla. You're beautiful and you seem very nice. But I'm in love with your mother and your aunt." "Jay, that's all right. I'm not here to steal you away from them. I want you three to be together. My mom is so happy. So's Aunt Karen. I don't want to break up anything." She kept her hands in mine. "Please, you're a good guy. Don't worry." Tears rolled down her cheek. I hugged her tight. "I'm sorry," I said. "I was not ready for this." I kissed her tears and let her rest her head on my shoulder. She felt nice, so I wrapped my arms around her a little tighter. I felt her breathing harder in our embrace. "It's all good, Jay. Better than good. Can you hold me a little longer?" "Sure," I said, and I ran my fingers through her silky hair and kissed her forehead. "Well look here." Julie said, her voice from across the room. "Leave these two youngsters alone and what happens?" She laughed, so did Karen who had wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. They had also changed into silk night shirts; the shirt tails ended just above their ass cheeks. "We just knew that you two would hit it off. Carla, would you mind if Aunt Karen and I had a little 'alone time'?" Julie said, then she winked at us. "No, not at all," said Carla, after she took her head off my shoulder. "Jay and I can talk, and then some." Carla showed a beautiful pearly smile. Her mother and aunt went into a bedroom and shut the door. All we heard was giggles. They shut off the light that filled the crack between the door and the floor. I stretched out on the couch and Carla sat, facing out the window, between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her as we looked out onto the lake. "Isn't this an amazing spot?" she asked. "I remember when they were building this house. They drove the architect crazy with so many questions and changes. But it all turned out right." "Yeah, this place is incredible. Starting with the driveway." Carla laughed. "I know what you mean. You think you've arrived—Not!" "What's it like, being around Karen and your mom. As a woman, I mean? "I've never thought about it. They're so open with me. I've heard stories about what went on when my dad, and Karen's husband, were alive, when I was too young to understand. And they've told me everything about their dates ever since. I only met one or two; the relationships never lasted long. My mom can have so much love for a man, but she'll always love Aunt Karen more." "I know. I talk to them almost every day when I'm home, and I feel like a third wheel. They've never told me not to date anyone else. Sometimes I thought about it. I didn't want to be away from them for three weeks. And it will be really hard for me to go home after being here." Carla snuggled closer. "You live, what, three hours from here? You could come here every weekend. I'm like, a half-hour closer. You can stay with me." I smiled and kissed Carla's cheek. "I might like that. Would your kids mind?" "They can stay here. Aunt Karen knows the sitter. We can work something out." "Deal." I kissed Carla's soft, moist lips. She leaned back to take the kiss longer, then deeper. As our tongues danced I massaged her belly, then her ample tits. "Ohhhhhh, that feels so good," she whispered. "Why don't we go to my room so I can get a taste of that cock?" Carla grabbed my hand, pretending to pull me up off the couch, and led me to the bedroom and closed the door once we were inside. 'My mom says 'chestnut praline'. Aunt Karen says 'salted caramel'. I really wanted to take you for myself. We embraced my the bed and kissed deeply again, slowly undressing each other. I laid on my back and spread my legs for Carla to do her worst. But as Carla started to lick the head, there was a knock at the bedroom door. "C'mon, you two." Karen's voice sounded more like a happy song than a demand or request. Carla and nodded at each other. "C'mon in, Aunt Karen. Jay and I were just talking about caramel and pralines." Karen opened the door, followed by Julie. They came bearing toys, a dildo with baby tooth-like edges and a strap on. Carla smiled as Karen mounted the strap on. "As you were," she said. Carla playfully licked and sculpted my shaft before taking it into her throat. She sucked as sensually as her mother and her favorite aunt while Karen fucked her doggy style. Julie lay next to me and pushed my face onto her nipples. I tried to hold back the best I could so that Carla and I would cum together. We didn't. As I exploded in her throat, Karen pounded her pussy in deep, quick thrusts. Carla bit her lip and moaned until her juices flowed. Karen pulled out and removed the strap on. She licked Carla's juices and shared them with Julie while Carla cleaned my cock and balls. "I don't know, Aunt Karen. I'm thinking pecans and cinnamon. But you're right. He is delicious," Carla said. She slid by me, leaving me in the middle between her and her mother. I wrapped my arm around her belly. We shared what was left of my cum with a kiss. I'd never tasted my own cum before. I certainly never thought it might taste like caramel, pecans or pralines. Better to leave that to other's imaginations. "I invited Jay to stay with me next time, so he doesn't have to drive as far," said Carla, as she ran her fingers through my hair. "I hope that's ok." Karen licked her lips. "No, sweeties. We don't mind at all." She stepped towards me, leaned over and gave my quick kiss. Then she kissed Carla. Julie did the same. That night it was just Carla and me sharing a bed. We couldn't fall asleep, but we were both too tired to become more intimate. So we talked, about her children, about hopes and dreams, until we fell asleep, our arms and legs entangle atop our shared juices. I woke up before Carla, kissed her shoulder, pulled on my boxers and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me. Karen was already up, sipping a cup of coffee at the dining room table. She offered and poured me one. "I should have told you that Carla was coming before you drove up here," she said. Karen took my hand and held it for a moment. "You were expecting just the three of us." "No, no, no. It's okay." I took a sip of coffee; the smell was as strong and refined as the taste. "I'm really glad she's here. She's as lovely as her mother." "There's no pressure, Jay. We're not expecting you to become her boyfriend, or marry her, or anything like that. But she's a part of our home. Just like you. And if you two really hit it off, you will be much less alone." Karen and I held hands and looked into each other's eyes. She got me before I had a chance to tell her how hard it had been to be apart from her, and from Julie. I had no doubt she knew that, too. The rest of our week was the most memorable of my life. The four of us traveled and toured together in Julie's SUV during the daytime. We made love in varied combinations every night. I followed Carla home to meet her son and daughter and spent another night with her. Six months later, I asked her to marry me. Julie and Karen were ecstatic. They not only planned our wedding; they also matched what we had made on the sale of Carla's house and my condo and built a house for us next to their private love nest. The four of us always make time to play together. Karen and Julie assure me that will never change. Though I love Carla just a little more.