Tim and Abby had met in high school and theirs was a romance that grew over time. It wasn't the typical flaming passion of young love but instead the much more durable kind of thing where the two young people simply knew they were meant to be. They shared the exact same birthday which only added to their conviction that they had been born for each other.
The couple kept together through their college years and in due time they were married. Tim's degree in engineering led him down a novel career path and by the time of his thirtieth birthday he was the owner of a small vineyard and winery in the California Delta region.
The winery was named "T'Abby Vineyards" as a play on their two names.
Abby had likewise been through a few professional twists and turns since earning her Master's degree in English and now she was the business manager for the winery.
The hard work and the sun had turned Tim into a strong and serious man. Abby admired his handsome and rugged appearance and she also loved his down to earth personality. His mop of sandy blonde hair fit him well.
Tim likewise admired the beautiful woman his wife had become. He loved her dark hair, her soft curves, and her pleasant countenance. Tim always noticed that Abby's quiet charms were a constant fascination to the customers in the winery's tasting room.
Yet there was something missing from their family.
A year of doctor visits, tests, and numerous failed therapies finally gave way to the acceptance that Abby was simply not fated to be a mother. Conversely, the doctors had determined that Tim was perfectly capable of becoming a father.
This was their predicament and they quietly resigned themselves to this reality.
By the time of their mutual thirty-fifth birthday their nascent winery had become quite a success. Tim and Abby shared a vision of their winery being more than just a place to make wine. An old barn on the property was torn down and the wood was repurposed to make a new barn but one that was designed as a venue. Events and weddings were soon occupying the new barn and the couple found themselves needing to hire help.
Every summer the local high school provided a crop of young workers for the various enterprises in the community and Tim and Abby had hired their share of these young people over the years. Most of the time they went away to college in the fall but sometimes they stayed on for a year or two.
This was the case with Hannah.
Hannah had struggled through high school. The red haired Hannah just wasn't cut out for academics in general. Studying wasn't something she enjoyed yet certain things came naturally to her. She excelled in her animal husbandry classes and she also excelled in art, dance, and music.
Her social life was nothing special. She had few friends and was a committed outsider in high school social circles. She didn't come from money like so many of the other girls did and early on she was awkward as are many tall and gangly girls. She was sometimes the target of cruel bullying from the 'A-List' girls.
In response Hannah dove into her dance classes and eventually she was known for being graceful and almost ghostlike as she walked. Some would even say she floated.
After graduating high school Hannah had been in a bit of a quandary wondering what her next move in life would be. She knew she wasn't cut out for college and where her parents were divorced and Hannah was living with her grandmother she knew there wouldn't be any college money anyway.
One of her few friends suggested that Hannah should apply for a summer job at T'Abby Vineyards. The place was booming and they clearly needed the help.
Hannah applied and was soon excelling in her new job. Working with people and decorating around the winery was her calling and she loved the work. It didn't pay much but at least for now it was something productive to do. Besides, she liked Tim and Abby and enjoyed seeing them every day.
A year later into her new career in the wine industry it was Abby who one day found herself staring at Hannah. Hannah was busily attending to guests and Abby stared as Hannah moved about gracefully, her every move being thoughtful and deliberate. It also helped that Hannah had started wearing dresses after she'd started working at the winery. The dresses she preferred were wispy and diaphanous and they accentuated Hannah's graceful movements.
"She's beautiful." Abby said to no one in particular.
A thought crossed Abby's mind.
The winery typically did most of their business from Thursday to Saturday and they'd open for a short while on Sundays to catch the after-church crowds. This particular Sunday Abby took it upon herself to invite Hannah to have dinner with herself and Tim.
Tim wasn't entirely surprised that his wife had invited Hannah to dinner. Hannah was an excellent assistant at the winery and she was always pleasant company.
The dinner was a success all the way around. Hannah enjoyed the company of Tim and Abby and they enjoyed hers. They shared an easy and comfortable intimacy as if they'd known each other for many years instead of just one. The Sunday dinners soon became a regular thing for the trio.
The fall harvest that year was a success. Tim was paying a premium for labor and unlike many of his competitors 100% of Tim's vineyard was harvested and crushed.
"Grapes in the tank are money in the bank!" he said to himself. Things were looking good.
It was the last week of November that year when Hannah's grandmother passed away. She'd died peacefully in her sleep after having lived a long life.
A week or so after the funeral the family that had rented a house to Hannah's grandmother informed Hannah that the rental agreement had died with her grandmother. She had four weeks to find another place to live.
At dinner the following Sunday Hannah brought this up with Tim and Abby.
Abby surprised Tim when she said to Hannah, "Why don't you just move into one of our spare bedrooms until things get figured out?"
Tim had no objections to the idea, no, he was simply surprised that Abby had brought it up.
Hannah at first politely declined but after a little convincing by both Abby and Tim she happily accepted their kind offer.
That night in bed Tim was cuddled up to his wife and he quietly spoke to her.
"That was really nice what you did for Hannah."
Abby smiled and replied, "Thank you. I think it might be nice to have her around here and it helps her out for now, too."
Tim's hand gave Abby's generous tit a gentle squeeze and she responded with an approving sigh. A few minutes later the couple was busy making love. Abby's mind was on Tim's cock as he made love to her and she imagined what else he might accomplish with it. Thoughts of the notion led her to a very satisfying orgasm.
The next few evenings after work were filled with helping Hannah sort through her grandmother's possessions. A few pieces of heirloom furniture were hauled back to the winery where they were put in storage. Other things were disposed of accordingly.
By Thursday night the job was done and Hannah was moved in with the married couple.
Christmas turned out to be a very busy time of year for the winery. Office parties, a couple of church functions, a winter wedding, and unusually high numbers of random customers wandering in resulted in little rest for everyone.
It was a relief when the winery closed early on Christmas Eve and the staff were sent away for the holiday week. The winery would be closed until after the New Year which translated to eleven days off.
Tim and Abby celebrated Christmas in the European style where Christmas Eve was the true celebration. This was different for Hannah and she happily embraced the variation on the tradition.
The threesome shared a nice dinner and the now twenty-year old Hannah was pleased when Tim opened a bottle of one of his best wines and poured three glasses.
"You'll be twenty-one soon enough! Merry Christmas!" he said as they lifted their glasses.
The evening went well with presents exchanged. Hannah was almost on the verge of tears as Tim and Abby showered her with presents. It was all things she had really needed, a new pair of boots for around the vineyard, proper pajamas and a robe to replace the sweats she would wear at night, and a few new dresses as well. Hugs and chaste kisses on various cheeks were exchanged as the gift exchange progressed.
Shortly after ten at night the couple and Hannah went to bed for the night. Hannah slept well and the effects of the wine were partly to blame. But she was also at ease for the first time since her grandmother died now that she had a place where she felt she belonged.
Christmas Day saw Abby and Hannah out of bed at about the same time. Tim took the opportunity to snooze instead of getting up at his usual five a.m.
Coffee was made and the two women grazed from the Christmas Eve leftovers, assembling for themselves a very nice and very seasonal breakfast.
The conversation was light even though the outside weather was dreary.
People like to think of California as a place of constant sunshine but in the winter the Sacramento Valley is often fogged in at the lower elevations. And that was the weather that greeted Abby and Hannah this particular Christmas morning.
"What do you think of the weather?" asked Abby.
Hannah smiled, "I know this sounds weird but I like it. It's cuddle weather like when you sit with a nice blanket and keep warm. But at the same time I like the cold and damp because it makes you want to keep warm. And the air always seems so calm!"
"You want to go outside?" Abby inquired.
"Sure."
Slippers were donned, coffee cups were filled, and the two ladies went out to the back porch. Hannah went over to a little enclosed pagoda-shaped structure and opened the door expecting to find a greenhouse.
"I didn't know you had a hot tub!!" said Hannah, practically begging for an invitation.
"Yeah, we do. Sometimes I use it when I have the time. It seats up to eight people and we rarely have two at a time in it." said Abby who then looked at Hannah, "You wouldn't want to try it out, would you?"
"I'd love to! When do you think would be a good time?"
Abby went to the hot tub and pulled off the insulating cover and then started up the heater and the bubbles. "How about right now?" she said as she pulled off her robe and laid it over a chair.
Hannah was taken by surprise, "Uh, don't we need bathing suits or something?"
Abby laughed, "Not at all! No one will see in here with the windows all fogged over, come on!"
Hannah watched as Abby stripped and then stepped into the water. She stood there for a moment and splashed some of the warm water up at her body.
Hannah admired Abby's generous breasts as they wetly glistened. She was politely covetous of Abby's equally generous hips as well.
"Whatcha' waiting for?" asked Abby as she settled down into the bubbling water.
Hannah steeled herself and told herself that it was just fine. Still, she was nervous as she stripped off her robe and then her night clothes.
It was Abby's turn to admire as the long-legged Hannah stepped into the water. Hannah's modest breasts featured bold pink gumdrop nipples which stood out even more against pale white skin. Abby enjoyed a fleeting glimpse of Hannah's wispy red bush as the girl turned towards her.
"Oooh, this is nice!" said Hannah, easing herself neck deep into the water.
