Anna smiled with a nod and after a moment replied:
"If you don't mind, I want to sleep with him tonight, ... just to talk."
"If you want to, ... even if you don't just talk," Marge agreed with a smile.
I nodded, liking that Anna's nipples were erect, and agreed, smiling at Marge:
"Sounds like a good idea, just don't wake his neighbors with all your talk."
We all chuckled with more smiles and then cleaned up the crumbs. Marge washed the glasses, while Anna and I straightened up the bed: "for you two," she murmured with a smile across the bed as we tucked in the sheet.
It's unimportant how we spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening. At dinner, we split up, Anna and Marge sitting at a table with Germans. Ron and Willy beckoned for me to join them and their girlfriends.
I had to survive some friendly remarks about our ménage à trois and hear what others had said about us, but it was also a bit flattering. I wondered if Marge and Anna were hearing much the same. I responded by saying that it was all better than last year and - with grins at their girlfriends - that I hoped it was for them all too. The men agreed, of course, and then we talked about the flash mob. They had heard about the meeting the next day. Their friends admitted that it was the first time they had been to a nude resort and that they could never have imagined that naturism was so popular, even families with children of all ages, especially teenagers. We all agreed that we would have had a problem with it at that age, sharing smirks.
After dinner, I joined Anna and Marge again and heard that they also had heard somewhat veiled remarks about the three of us. We joined in the evening entertainment. Anna was looking around to see if Sans was there. I chuckled and said that he was probably still reading his emails.
"Or waiting to be surprised," Marge added with a smile.
Before the program ended, Marge whispered to her that it was a good time to beat the crowd. She nodded and asked again if we didn't mind. I urged her to stand up, sliding my hand down to pat her bottom, when she did. She slipped away, and Marge moved closer to me, murmuring with a snort:
"Just one-on-one, ... if you don't mind?"
""Hm-hmm! I think I can, maybe better than ..."
Someone behind us shushed, and we watched the rest of the program in silence. Back in our room, we used the bathroom and went to bed, agreeing that we didn't have to do anything, and didn't, falling asleep, hardly touching each other in the double bed.
Towards dawn, however, we had gravitated together, still sleeping soundly; it's just so comfortable to have one's arm around a woman in bed, and by then it was so familiar that I didn't need a dream to make sense of the sensation of a warm body close to mine. That, however, didn't keep my cock from appreciating that it was there, as I discovered, when I was awakened by hearing the door open.
Anna, of course, I immediately recalled, confirmed when she murmured:
"Oh, hope I didn't wake you, ... or disturb anything, if you were already."
"Yes and no," Marge replied, and then chuckled and added:
"Didn't disturb us yet, but it could have, if we had woken up sooner."
"Um-hmm," I agreed, rocking my hips.
"Um-hmm," she agreed, rocking hers back against me.
"Oh, that's good. Hm-hmm! But since I didn't, and if you want to, I could help; ... we didn't do anything this morning."
"Not even talk?" Marge replied with a chuckle as she held up the covers on her side of the bed.
"Tell you later," Anna murmured as her head disappeared under the covers in the direction of Marge's pussy. She raised her thigh and head. Anna's thigh slid under her head, and then her hand found my cock, not as stiff as it had been, but she knew what to do about that. As I moved down the bed a little, her lips slipped around its head.
"Mmmm!" I moaned softly, as Marge dropped the covers and drew Anna's hips closer and buried her face between her thighs. Anna had to suck and lick for only a few moments to bring my cock back to full erection - very pleasant moments, but only a prelude to how it was going to feel in Marge's pussy. I wondered if Anna preferred to suck it or to arouse Marge's pussy. But she also loved to do that, sharing the sensations that only two women can enjoy together.
My cock slipped from her mouth, and her tongue guided it to Marge's opening. I rocked my hips forward, and it slid in. Marge and I both moaned, and I moved to press it deeper in her pussy, and we moaned again, as she contracted on it. My cock twitched, but I held still, knowing that Anna was going to arouse Marge, that her pussy was going to respond to what she was beginning to do on her clitoris. They both moaned, and I did, my cock twitching again in another contraction.
Did men in societies that allowed two or more wives enjoy having sex like this?! Not from anything I had read. If not, their bad luck.
"Mmmm!" Anna's hand was sliding over my hip; she wanted to do that too. "Oooh!" My asshole tightened, and my cock surged. I tried to relax, just enjoying the arousing sensations they were both giving me, but my cock and asshole were responding. And they each responded with a pleased-sounding "um-hmm," finger and pussy also responding. Why couldn't sex always be like this?!
I fondled one's and the other's breast, encouraging them to arouse each other, passively delighting in how I was also being aroused.
I could have waited forever to have my orgasm, but too soon their moans and twitching hips indicated that they wanted theirs, especially the repeating clutches of Marge's pussy on my cock. She wanted hers, and now my throbbing cock wanted mine, my hips also having to twitch. Fuck! I did.
"Uhn-un-un!" Marge groaned, as her hips and pussy responded more strongly. I could only hope that it was also being as good as it could be for Anna - Marge's responsibility. But Anna was doing what she could to help make it good for us; her hand encouraging my hips to move, and her finger doing all it could.
"Uhnnn!" I groaned, feeling my arousal pass the point of no return. Another thrust, and another, and with a grunt I spurted, and again. Could Marge feel it in the pulsing contractions of her pussy? It seemed like it; she gave a shivering moan, and her body jerked, as I spurted again and again, feeling her warm pussy juice wet my balls and heard Anna moan in appreciation. Then she moaned differently, a pure reflex, as her body quivered, and I heard very wet noises from what Marge's tongue was doing, whose pussy was still contracting, although my hips were now still, but not my still twitching cock. Anna gasped and moaned, again and again, as Marge continued, moaning herself, now sounding pleased with what she must be tasting.
Anna gasped and gave a final, pulsing moan and rolled back. The covers has long since slipped down off us. I rolled back, my cock slipping out, and move away so that Marge could also lie on her back. She rolled back and wiped her face. We all sighed with satisfied moans. They fondled each other's breasts. After a few moments, Marge murmured:
"Nice that you came back when you did."
"Very!" I agreed.
"Hm-hmm! Sort of his idea, suggesting that you might need me."
I snorted and remarked:
"Oh, it would have been good, but it was better with you."
"Um-hmm! Especially for me," Marge agreed, and we all chuckled.
"Oh, I didn't want to be the one to suggest it again."
"But you have to go?" I suggested.
We all chuckled again and trouped into the bathroom - toilet, shower, sink - and washed. When we returned to the bed, I was in the middle, my thighs spread and one of theirs resting on them, their hands on my chest. Anna remarked:
"I like that he has hair on his chest, ... like my Dad."
"Sorry that I can't compete."
"Still nice."
"Um-hmm," Marge agreed, then asking:
"And you just talked? You said you would tell."
"Hm-umm! Of course not, but we did talk. When I knocked, he opened the door with a big smile, saying that he had hoped I would come. Made me feel good; I was a little worried about how he would respond.
"His laptop was on, and he showed me that he had been watching a video of the Tour, wanting to see what was shown at the ten kilometers mark. He showed me: an inflated arch over the road and a few people watching, cheering when the leaders passed. Then we went to the bathroom and went to bed, just lying like this with my head on his shoulder, my fingers enjoying feeling the hair on his chest.
"Well, then they were somewhere else, just holding his balls. Oh, that's something I like about older men: they don't immediately think you want to do something when you hold them like that. It's just so nice and familiar. Maybe he is sort of father figure, ... more than you are."
"He's a little older," I remarked.
"But not too much," Marge responded.
We chuckled and Anna continued:
"Maybe he was feeling a little like one. I was a little surprised when he asked if I had thought about sleeping with my father before last summer. I told him that I hadn't, that until last summer it hadn't occurred to me that I would want to, that he would want to, telling him that my parents were separated before I was thinking about sleeping with anyone, and then he wasn't around.
"He nodded, silent for a moment. I was gently fondling his balls, like I do his - my father's ..."
"And mine," I interjected.
"Um-hmm. 'Nice,' he murmured, and then surprised me again, admitting that it had started with Daphne - his daughter - before she was at university. He hadn't wanted to shock us before. She was still in school, but already eighteen, and he knew that she had already slept with boys. It was like he told us, just that she younger: their bantering about her figure; then his wife in the clinic; and Daphne's asking if he wanted to sleep with her. Oh, she didn't go away to university, studied at the Sorbonne, he admitted. I guess before he didn't want us to think they did it so much. But they did. 'Better than my honeymoon,' he said. When his wife returned, he thought it was over, but after a couple of nights, she came to his room. He and his wife already had separate bedroom, so it was easy, more often in Daphne's room, further down the hall."
