Inconceivable

What would you do if you won the lottery?

Cruise the French Riviera on a yacht filled with nubile and eager models? Check.

Throw lavish parties and revel in the attention showered upon you? Check.

Perhaps even give lavishly to charities like you always? Check.

What if it wasn't enough?

Inconceivable is the steamy tale of a man who overnight is granted the ability to buy anything, except for the one thing he desires, and his exciting and dangerous adventures on his quest for the thing which all men seek, but few ever find.

Author's Note:

This is a full novel which I've split into four easily consumable sections.

Fair warning, this section of the novel delves into some areas some readers may find offensive. Trigger warning for on page violence which is at times politically motivated.

All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy!

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Chapter Twenty

Three weeks later we arrived at the new compound. We had arranged with the seller for us to spend a few nights there on what was technically a rental, but the agreement for purchase had already been negotiated in full. If we liked the place, I just placed a call to Joel, and it was mine. Anissa had joined us on the flight to Calgary but asked if I minded if she spent a week or two in Banff while Melody and I evaluated the house. When we landed, there were two identical Range Rovers waiting for us.

As Anissa walked with us toward the vehicles, she said, "I hope you like the house. Not to influence your decision, but this is the house that Sven recommended. He said he would be glad to come up and do a full analysis of the property's capabilities, and make changes where needed, if you choose to buy."

"That sounds great," I replied. "You sure this phone will work way out there in the middle of nowhere?"

"Reasonably so. But if it doesn't, there is a satellite phone in the luggage already loaded in your vehicle. Along with some other items you might find useful."

"What would I do without you, Anissa?" I asked jovially.

She said, "I shudder to think. I will be available by phone around the clock if you need anything."

Melody said, "You should go have some fun. Hit the slopes and then pick up enough hot guys to make you airtight. Tim is in good hands."

The two women hugged. Melody and I then loaded our suitcases and the dogs up in our SUV and headed south. True to Anissa's word, the journey took nearly four hours. This was due, in part, by the fact that we had to go nearly one-hundred kilometers further south than the property as a rather imposing mountain range prevented direct passage. This, combined with the persistent snow fall, caused our journey to be slow but impossibly picturesque.

We finally arrived at the house just before the sun set behind the towering Rocky Mountains just to our west. The last ten miles of the journey was over a narrow unpaved road and during the journey we only saw one other house. We passed through a double gate, the first requiring an entry code and the second requiring the realtor to open the gate remotely. Control of this second gate would be transferred to the house if I decided to buy. The house was even more beautiful than it had been in the pictures. It was in the style of many of the expensive villas in upscale ski resorts, featuring steep roofs and vaulted ceilings.

It took me several minutes to unload the car. In addition to the bags Melody and I had brought with us from the plane, there were an even dozen bags which Anissa had arranged to be pre-loaded in the car. The dogs spent this time enjoying their first chance to truly run free in several weeks. When I got inside, Melody informed me that the kitchen was fully stocked. In addition, the fuel tanks were topped off and there seemed to be enough firewood stacked outside the back door to last a dozen winters.

We toured the house slowly, taking turns pointing out interesting features. After we finished with the upper house, we made our way down to the caverns below via a cleverly hidden staircase. Melody expressed disappointment that it was not concealed behind a bookcase, but I agreed with the architect that concealing it behind the dart board in the game room would likely be more convenient.

The cavern was cool compared to the house above, but much warmer than the frigid snowstorm outside. The pool was larger than I had expected, and extremely deep. As we gazed into the water, I realized that it had not been dug. Instead, the pool had been cleverly built into a pre-existing chasm in the cavern. This gave the pool an irregular shape. It also made it extremely deep, which appealed to the diver in me. My thoughts about getting some diving equipment brought in were interrupted by Melody calling out from another room.

I followed her voice into the theater, which was much more impressive up close. The screen was easily five meters wide, but the more impressive piece was the seating which, unlike traditional movie theaters, seemed purpose built for cuddling.

Our final stop was the panic suite, which was very nice in its own right. True to Anissa's word, it was entirely surrounded by the natural rock of the cavern except in two places. Both entrances, or perhaps it would be more specific to say the entrance and exit, were essentially bank vault doors. They were each several feet thick and had pins the size of my thigh which would lock the door in place.

I said, "Now that's a big door."

Melody giggled and said, "Nerd."

As we were riding the elevator back up to the main house, I got a text from Anissa telling me to look in the suitcases which had been preloaded in the SUV. I had left them in the foyer since they were quite heavy. Upon opening them I was amazed to see that half of them held an array of firearms and ammunition which I suspected was not legal in this country. The rest contained cold weather clothing and a note which said to make sure we checked the garage.

We quickly suited up and made our way to the detached structure. On our way to the garage, I spotted a large array of solar panels which, along with an oversized propane tank, made the house completely self-sufficient for its energy needs. In fact, the house was entirely off the grid since it utilized satellite for all communications. Inside the garage, we found another Veloci-Raptor, similar to the one I had asked Anissa to arrange back home, and a pair of Polaris ATV's.

I said, "Want to go for a spin?"

"I'd love to baby, but can it wait until tomorrow? We've been travelling all day. What I'd really love is a quiet night inside with you. Like at the cabin."

"Sounds perfect, honey. Let's figure out where the dogs got off to. I suspect Leah is more evolutionarily prepared for this climate than Gozer."

"Indeed," she said. "He must be freezing."

That night we curled up in front of the fire after preparing a light supper. Dinner prep was once again peppered with a liberal dose of brief kisses and caresses. As we stared into the flames, we enjoyed a cocktail while we chatted about the house.

She said, "Are you going to buy it?"

"I really like it," I said. "What do you think?"

"I love it. I think it's perfect for you. Were you planning on staying here a while?"

"It's not just me, sweetheart. It's us, unless you're planning on leaving."

"Never," she said with a smile. "But I have a confession to make."

"What's that?"

"I can't stop thinking about that amazing pool. Want to go try it out?"

"I'd love to."

We made our way down to the pool, stopping to pick up a few towels on the way. When we arrived, I marveled at Melody's body as she stripped down. The pool featured a set up steps on the near side but if one walked around to the far side there was a series of diving platforms with the highest being nearly five meters above the water. Melody's sense of adventure matched mine and we climbed up to the highest platform. She winked at me and took my hand before we dove in together. The water felt perfect at roughly twenty-eight degrees, which was slightly warmer than the heated cavern air. I went deep on my dive's follow-through but came nowhere close to the bottom of the pool, which was deceptively lit so as to provide sufficient illumination without it being immediately evident from whence the light came.

As I rose from the depths, I spied Melody treading water above, so I planted a brief kiss on her vulva as I passed it. My head broke the surface of the water in time to hear the echo from her squeal. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me deeply while giving my cock a squeeze.

She released me and said, "How deep do you think the pool is?"

"At least ten meters at the center, I suspect. I keep thinking about bringing in some equipment to check it out."

"No need. I read in the brochure that there is already a hookah diving system installed."

We got out to hunt for it and soon found that one of the lockers near the pool's edge held a compressor and had two lines which were about twenty meters long. There were also an assortment of masks and weight belts.

I said, "Ever thought about getting it on at five fathoms?"

"I have now. Is it safe?"

"Sure, baby. Just remember, if anything goes wrong, head for the surface. Don't rush. Just go up at the speed of your bubbles and you'll be fine."

"I trust you, honey. Let's do it."

We each donned a mask and a weight belt before I flipped the switch on the compressor. It was surprisingly quiet but the air hissing from the hose confirmed it was working. Melody waded into the water and sank tentatively below the surface after placing the regulator in her mouth. I leapt off the side to join her and instantly started sinking. I stopped myself, treading water about three meters below the surface and gazed up at Melody, who was smiling around her regulator at me. The way the pool's pale lighting captured her weightless voluptuousness nearly took my breath away. Her breasts had a fullness which was simply impossible to achieve under the normal pull of gravity. She pushed off the bottom of the pool's small shallow end and began to swim towards me, which made her body look all the more miraculous.

My cock was already hardening as she took my hand, and we swam towards the bottom. I worried for a moment when I realized I had not told her how to equalize, but when I saw her hold her nose and hold her breath for a moment, I realized she was already familiar with the process. When we reached the bottom, I realized the entire pool was in the shape of an inverted teardrop.

Our weight belts allowed us to stand on the bottom with ease. As we stood together on the bottom, I felt her hand grasp my cock and start to stroke me. I reached down to tease her clit and saw her eyes widen in pleasure. I lifted beneath her arms to push her up so that her mons was level with my face. I took a deep breath and then removed my regulator before burying my face between her thighs. I held her up by her weight belt and licked her clit vigorously while she writhed above me. I watched the bubbles escaping from my mouth caress their way up her body, inevitably forced to travel through the valley of her epic cleavage before being released to make their way to the surface.

When I could hold my breath no longer, I released Melody to slowly drift back to the bottom while I replaced my regulator. Melody twisted around in the water, so her body was stretched out before me with her spectacular assets on full display. She removed her regulator and took my cock deep in her mouth. I groaned into my own regulator as I felt her bring me close to orgasm with the way her tongue cradled my cock while she sucked me even deeper.

When she released me to replace her regulator, I swam around to position myself between her widespread legs. I once again used her weight belt to give myself leverage and thrust my cock into the exquisite warmth of her core in one long stroke. Her labia was well lubricated despite the watery surroundings and I was able to quickly establish a rhythm of long, sure strokes. The things her body did each time our groins came together was superb in normal circumstances, but when submerged it became something truly transcendent. A supple tsunami of pleasure rippled out from her core and ended with a massive jiggle of her perfect breasts.

She reached down to grab my weight belt, pulling me even deeper into her. I could see the yearning for release in her eyes. I sped up my strokes to the point where neither of us remained in contact with the bottom of the pool. We were weightless and lost in our combined pleasure. One of her hands released my weight belt and began to rub her clit. I could feel her orgasm arrive when her inner walls clamped down on me. This, combined with the luscious sight of her body squirming in pleasure, triggered my own release. I thrust deep into her core a final time and erupted deep within her.

When our mutual pleasure receded, we realized we were lying prone on the bottom of the pool. We regretfully disengaged and swam towards the surface. When we broke the surface, we dropped our equipment and kissed passionately.

When we broke the kiss, Melody said, "You see, my love. Any fantasy you desire will be yours if it is in my power to make it happen. And if they're all that amazing, I can't wait to see what comes next."

Chapter Twenty-One

Two weeks later, we still had not left the vicinity of the house, which I had taken to calling Serenity after the sale had gone through. Melody and I had gone to a nearby town for resupply several times and had even found a few restaurants there we liked. Anissa had come to stay with us for a few days when the sale was going through. She had not followed Melody's advice exactly, but she was in the company of a strapping young man with whom, if late night noises emanating from their room were any indication, she was quite compatible.

The morning after Anissa's departure was a big day for Melody. She had finally convinced Akilah to come visit. Melody and I were engaged in one of our new favorite clothes-on activities while we waited for the time to come to leave for the airport. In Melody I had found a kindred spirit when it came to shooting. I set up a known distance range a few kilometers from the house which allowed for target shooting out to a few hundred meters. I had also set up a trap thrower which was operated by foot pedal so one could, if one were quite foolish, shoot alone. Melody was coming along slowly with the rifle, but she had made amazing progress for a beginner, especially under fifty meters. Her progress with handguns was similar although I generally felt handguns were pointless for target shooting. But she loved trap shooting. She had a natural instinct for it which brought her even with my skill level in no time.

When the time came to leave, we secured the weapons in the safe in the garage and activated the house's many security measures. The round trip took nearly eight hours, made easier by the fact that I had flown Akilah private so we knew exactly when she would land, and she was able to walk straight off the plane and into Melody's arms. I was surprised when she hugged me just as tightly, even kissing me wetly on the cheek. When we got back into the SUV, Melody insisted Akilah sit in the front seat so she would not get carsick on all the unpaved roads we had to traverse. The trip was spent with Melody and Akilah alternating control of the stereo and enthusiastically singing along to their favorite songs.

We stopped in our nearby town to eat dinner at a quiet little restaurant that served food which would have been at home in a four-star restaurant in Calgary. We finally arrived at the house a little before ten, to the exuberant approval of the dogs. Akilah and Melody spent a while outside, throwing balls for the dogs and cheering in approval each time they located a tennis ball in a seemingly bottomless snow drift.

When we retreated to the warmth of the house, Akilah said, "This house is gorgeous, Tim."

"Thanks. We like it a lot. It feels like home.

I held back while Melody gave Akilah the tour, warmed by the degree to which Melody also viewed this as her home and took pride in it. When the tour finished, they returned to the living room, and each sat down with a cocktail.

When I joined them, I said, "In all our time together, I don't think I've ever asked about how you two got to know each other. How long have you known Melody?"

"We met the first day of college when we were paired up as roommates, and we've been roommates ever since. Although, I guess not anymore."

"I can't honestly apologize for that. Melody is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Akilah looked at Melody and wrapped an arm around her tightly. She said, "I'm so happy for you, Mel. Its lonely without you around, but I'm so happy for you."

Melody said, "What about Leon?"

Akilah frowned and said, "I went to his office the other day, to surprise him and take him to lunch. He wasn't there. I asked around and they said he'd been fired three weeks ago. It was the last straw. I couldn't take the lying anymore so I dumped him."

Melody said, "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not," Akilah said confidently.

Melody said, "I know sweetie. I just feel bad that you're suddenly both single and living alone. You gonna go after that cute guy at your office with the nice ass?"

"I'm pretty sure he's gay. I bent over his desk the other day while we were working together and I'm pretty sure my top was cut low enough so that he could see my nipples. But he never even peeked."

Melody said, "Too bad. What about that new girl at the front desk?"

Akilah said, "You know I could never date a woman, Mel. We're all fucking insane. I love fucking girls, but I think could only fall in love with a man. In any case, I'm not looking to get into a relationship right now. I think what this woman needs is just some nice casual sex."

Melody said, "You're just trying to score a threesome with me and my lover."

She said it in jest, but I noticed Akilah did not deny it.

I stood up and said, "Who needs a refill?"

Both women nodded so I made my way to the bar. When I returned, I was momentarily confused as I could not find them. I searched through the house and found no trace of them. I made my way to the basement, which was also empty, but I noticed the door to the caverns was open. I took the elevator down and, when the doors opened, I heard sounds coming from the pool area. As I approached, I could see the silhouettes of both women in the hot tub, which was in a slightly smaller crevice a few meters from the pool. I handed each their drink before sitting on the bench next to the hot tub.

Melody said, "Aren't you going to join us?"

I said, "I don't have a swimsuit handy, baby."

She said, "Did you notice either of us wearing one? Get those clothes off and get in here."

I quickly complied and slid into the heated water next to Melody. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I could see more details of my companions. Melody's generous D-cups floated alluringly with her nipples just above the water line. Akilah's B-cups sat proudly on her chest with nipples only barely darker than her skin.

Melody's hand sought out my hardening cock and began to slowly stroke me. She kissed me deeply as our bodies melted together.

She said, "Akilah, why don't you slide over here and help me out?"

This is something Melody and I had discussed at length before Akilah's arrival. Melody had not been insistent on a threesome. She had simply stated that she was confident that it would be a wonderful experience for all of us, and that it would not diminish our love for each other in any way. I had been with Melody long enough to trust her instincts, and her love for me. I also knew that this was not just about her wanting to deliver a fantasy for me. She was bisexual and desired sex with a woman so long as it was within the confines of our relationship.