"This relationship is getting really serious. Sometimes I think about us and it feels like we're old married people, all comfortable and everything. Sometimes I'm aware that every part of this is new and strange and weird."
"This relationship is just as serious as you want it to be. I'm not going to marry any of you. I am loving each of you. Do you feel loved?"
"I do! That's one of the things I'm having trouble with. I've been told all the stuff about one man, one woman. Now here I am in relationship with a man and two women! Part of my brain thinks I should feel guilty and run off to a convent or something."
"What about the other part of your brain?"
"It loves when you hold me. It loves being kissed by any of you. It loves when we are together and suddenly we are all laughing together. The other part of my brain loves waking up holding and being held by people who love each other."
"How much of that feeling is available in the convent?"
"None!"
"Choose."
"I'll be at the gate at seventeen hundred with no panties on."
"Me too, Honey. See you then." We both were laughing as we hung up.
I talked with Megan about the weekend. She understood about Kat wanting some one-on-one time with me. She also was flattered that Kat wanted some one-on-one with her too.
After 11 pm, Thursday
I walked into the bedroom and found that Megan had made some changes. The sheets had been changed and the quilt that normally lived on the bed was replaced with a light down comforter. Megan had put two small tables near the bed and each had three candles on it. They were scented and the fragrance of vanilla softly filled the room. Megan was no where to be seen.
On the bed was a red bordered piece of paper that said, shower and shave please. I showered and shaved. When I walked back into the bedroom Megan was in bed, waiting for me.
I got into bed and as I leaned back onto the pillow Megan kissed me. It was a kiss that communicated passion and urgency. I gave it back to her.
The kiss ended and Megan spoke, "I want to tell you what I want. I want to be filled by you. I want to play with you and have you play with me until I explode! If I can I want to fall asleep with you still inside me."
"Since you have told me what you want let me tell you what I want. When I'm done you can tell me if you still want what you said."
I rolled over on top of Megan and kissed her neck. As I did I said, "I want to start by kissing your neck and ears."
Many minutes passed with no more words spoken. Sounds were made by both of us, but no words were spoken.
"I want to move my attentions to your chest."
Using my hands I held her by the wrists and extended her arms out away from her body. I leaned out to her right elbow and kissed the inside. Each successive kiss moved up her arm and soon I was kissing her underarm. Megan squirmed when I kissed her there. She moaned softly. She turned her head and watched me. I continued my trail of kisses up onto her chest and to her breast. I knew from the weekend before that she really liked having her nipples sucked and not so gently either.
I encircled her areola and nipple with my lips and waited. When I felt Megan lift her chest ever so slightly I sucked hard for about two seconds and released. Megan gasped and said, "Suck me!"
Gently I sucked her in again. My tongue tip went around her nipple as I increased the pressure of my sucking. I held the pressure steady when she whimpered. I knew she was at that special place where pain and pleasure both existed together. Any more pressure and the pain would push the pleasure away.
I held on as long as I could, then the need to breathe demanded I stop. I did not release the lip lock. I took two long slow breaths through my nose and began to again suck on her areola and nipple. This time I flicked my tongue across her nipple and she moaned and said, "Yes! Oh Yes!"
I continued to hold her wrists away from her body. When I could no longer hold the pressure I released my lip lock on her. I kissed down into the valley between her breasts and up onto her left breast. With tongue tip I encircled her areola a few times Before I took it in and began the sucking I knew she wanted.
As I increased the pressure I felt her hips begin their motion, rubbing her mons against me. I pressed back. I sucked her breast in, more than just the areola and nipple I sucked in all I could get.
"Oh Yes! Oh Daddy, I'm gonna cum! Oh, nnnnnnnoooowww!!"
Megan moved as much as she could with me on top of her. Her legs were open and I was between them. I felt a rush of wet against my lower belly and Megan went limp. I released her wrists and my lip lock on her breast. As she calmed I rested my head between her breasts. I listened and felt her heart beat.
We talked softly as her breathing and heart rate slowed. She wondered out loud about how being with me like this was going to affect her future. Especially her future with other men and women.
"Are you wondering if you can have a successful relationship after being loved by me?"
"I know I can love someone else too. I already have. I love Pete. But Pete doesn't love like you do."
"You may not want to hear this Sweetheart, but most women who want to really be loved need to teach the men in their lives how to do it."
"Why?"
"Women are put together differently than men. Men aren't as naturally interested in the relationship as women. No, I said that inaccurately. Men aren't as interested in the kind of relationship that women are interested in having. Years before your brother got married he told me he wanted a son. He wanted to play catch, teach his son about baseball, do stuff together. He never said he wanted a wife, home, two car garage, washer and dryer. Your sister told me about her someday husband when she was seven! She told me about their home, yard and color scheme before she had ever been on a date."
"She got all that stuff too."
"And a husband who doesn't pay attention to her."
"He is a dick!"
"No. He is the man biology and training have him be. His biology has him interested in the things he's interested in. His training, or lack of it, have him ignoring what his wife craves."
"Could you help him?"
"I could, if that was what he wanted. It isn't. We had a conversation last Thanksgiving about their marriage. He wants her to be happy without him doing anything. In that way he's a lot like your Pete. Pete wants you to be happy without him having to do anything he isn't already doing."
"As if."
"Whoa. Don't be angry at Pete. I've been saying for over twenty years that if women don't like the men they have they need to look at the way they raise their sons. In some measure Pete is just the way his Mom, his grandmother and aunts raised him to be. Biology has a huge influence as well but men can be socialized to be more than the animals they were born as."
"I met grandma a few times. She didn't make you who you are. She didn't know much about relationships or love. I never felt that she loved anyone."
"In my case I must have had a dose of the more female hormones as a baby along with somehow noticing that there was something missing in my life."
"Is that why we were raised so differently than any of our friends?"
"Yes. I wanted you to grow up knowing that I love you. I made lots of mistakes I'm sure but they were mistakes that still headed you toward the conclusion that I love you."
"Daddy, would you lay beside me?"
As soon as I did Megan slid down and stroked me until I was hard. She slowly buried me in her pussy and then rocked back and forth. Not hurried, not urgent. Her hands pressed on my shoulders and she looked in my eyes. I held her hips with feather touch.
We rocked like that for a long time. Gradually I felt her arousal growing. I focused on my mantra, thought over and over in my head, "I will love you every moment." She leaned over a little more so the contact of her clit was stronger on me.
That put her breasts right in front of my face. I lifted my head towards her right nipple and took it in my mouth. I sucked, not as hard as earlier, but strongly. Megan pressed her breast into my face and her orgasm took over.
Megan held my head, slammed her pussy tight against me, her inner walls gripped me and I flooded her. She shook and the collapsed. I wrapped my arms around her and within seconds she was asleep.
A couple hours later she woke up, still on my chest.
"Daddy. We need to shower and I need to pee."
We did all that and changed the sheets. When we were back in bed she said, "I'm so happy I want to cry."
I wrapped her in my arms, kissed her neck and slowly fell asleep.
Friday
As I came awake I realized I was alone. Megan had dressed and eaten and left without waking me. The clock showed 09:23am. I left the warmth and comfort for a shower and clothes. There were, as they say, places to go and people to see.
