This story continues the tale of David with Claire and Margaret as told in "Lottery" (
https://literotica.com/s/lottery-3
, 10/3/2023). That story ended suddenly with Claire initiating a conversation with David about the difficulties her daughter, Gloria, was having with her love life. This story and that story are unrelated except that it includes the same characters. You don't have to read "Lottery" to understand this one but you might find it fun if you did.
Claire took about fifteen minutes explaining her daughter Gloria's disillusionment with men. Gloria was home for the summer break from university between her junior and senior years. She was staying in her childhood bedroom in Claire's home where I was spending most of my time.
Claire, her best friend Margaret, and I were involved in a torrid sexual arrangement. Claire told me that Gloria, in spite of our efforts to conceal our relationships from her, had figured it out and was expressing her desire to her mother to be a participant. Claire, with Gloria's encouragement, was hoping that I would agree to Gloria's request.
Gloria was the younger image of Claire. They were of similar height, had similar body types and coloring. Gloria's breasts were smaller but, with age, would easily become as large as Claire's. Claire's enthusiasm for me to engage with Gloria was infectious and I was inclined to accommodate both of them. However, I did have a few questions and reservations.
"Claire," I said, "you realize I would be having a sexual relationship with your daughter."
"I do," she responded. "Gloria and I discussed it and neither of us has a problem with it. Gloria doesn't want to interfere with our relationship, which she knows is very sexual, and she's content with being with you when you're available, either here or somewhere else of your choosing."
"I get that," I told Claire, "But I don't think that it will work in the long haul."
"What do you think will happen?" Claire asked.
"I think, eventually, that our multiple activities will merge," I told her.
"You think Gloria and I will be in bed with you at the same time?" she asked.
"I do. It's inevitable. Think about it. Sooner or later we'll all be together and one thing will lead to another with the obvious result."
"I can see your point," Claire said. "Would you be okay with that?"
"I think I would," I admitted. "We already have relationships with Margaret and that works well, even magnificently. And that includes Margaret. How would she feel about Gloria with us?"
"She's good with it," said Claire.
"You've already asked her?" I questioned.
"I have," admitted Claire. "She loves Gloria like a daughter as I do. Neither of us will have a problem although I do need to see if Margaret would be comfortable with us all in the same bed together."
"Okay," I agreed. "There is another consideration."
"Shoot," said Claire.
"We have a wonderfully fulfilling sexual relationship and I have a similar relationship with Margaret. You also have a sexual relationship with Margaret. I don't want to characterize either of you as lesbians but the relationship is sexual and you mutually engage in activities common among lesbians. I foresee that the same type of relationship would develop between Gloria and Margaret and Gloria and you."
"Gloria and me?" asked Claire.
"You don't think it would happen?" I asked.
"I didn't until you brought it up. Now I see that it's not only possible, it's probable."
"It has an incestuous tinge to it," I stated.
"I think I can deal with that if Gloria can," offered Claire. "She has such a young and voluptuous body. I might not be able to resist," she admitted.
"Now you're not seeing Gloria as your daughter," I pointed out.
"I'm not?" asked Claire. "I'll have to explore that further."
"Include Margaret in you explorations," I suggested.
"Of course," agreed Claire. "I'm actually wet with the possibilities."
"Finally," I asked. "Is the bed big enough?"
"Claire punched my arm. "You're bad," she said.
I rubbed my arm. "What's next?" I asked.
"I have some things to do," said Claire. "You have nothing to do immediately. Just live normally and be patient. I think things will evolve and you'll know when the time's right."
"I love you," I said.
"You want to prove it?" Claire asked.
"Now?"
"Now."
"Here?"
"You have a better location?"
I didn't and we did.
Our activities continued without interruption. I spent many nights and weekends at Claire's with either Claire or Margaret or both. Either would visit me at my house when they felt the need for companionship. There were a few evenings that I spent home alone and began to fantasize about filling them in the company of Gloria.
There was a new tension in the group. Not very strong and not all the time. I noticed Gloria looking at me more often. I don't know if she actually was or I was just more aware of it. I know I was looking at her differently.
One weekend in early August, I spent Friday night in bed with Claire and Margaret. Saturday morning, Claire and Margaret were up early. That was the first variation in our usual routine and an indication that the rest of the day would be different.
Eventually, I showered, dressed casually in shorts and t-shirt and headed down for breakfast. The house was unusually quiet. No one else seemed to be about although I knew that both Claire and Margaret were somewhere. Gloria was sleeping late as usual.
They weren't in the kitchen or the living room. I couldn't find them anywhere. I couldn't remember when I had ever been alone in the house without either Claire or Margaret. I returned to the kitchen. There was a carafe of hot coffee on the counter. I poured a mug for myself and rooted around in the refrigerator for something to eat. I found a couple of donuts, put them on a plate, took my mug of coffee and headed for the den to catch up on the news of the day.
Nobody was in the den. I settled on the leather sofa and turned on the television. I found a twenty-four-hour cable news channel that usually didn't push my sensitivities too far and settled in to watch the news, drink coffee and eat donuts.
I had finished one donut and half my coffee when Gloria came into the den. She was carrying her own mug of coffee and looked incredible. I had seen Gloria in the morning on more than one occasion and this morning she was something else. She was barefoot and wearing an aqua wraparound dress, tied at the waist. From the way her body moved I doubted she was wearing a bra and I could not see any panty lines through the tight, thin fabric of her dress. Her long blonde hair was neat, almost styled, and framed her face beautifully.
She offered me a bright, "Good morning, Dave," and sat next to me on the sofa, closer than necessary given that there was several feet of empty sofa on her left.
We sat silently for several minutes, watching the news. When the commentator finished a story about the latest political machinations in our government and a commercial started, I looked at Gloria and asked, "I can't find Margaret or your mother anywhere. Any idea where they've gone?"
