Merry Fucking Christmas
And a Happy New Year
December 31
I could hear snow plows before it became light outside. Wanting to see the progress, I got up and dressed for the day. I went downstairs and looked out the front picture window. The ice melt had done it's job on the driveway. The road still had a layer that could possibly be drivable, but still looked slick. I thought about running out for breakfast biscuits, but I wouldn't take any chances on the roads just yet. My van didn't have snow tires, and neither did Janice's SUV.
I decided to make breakfast again. We'd be able to go to the store later in the day if necessary, but we'd probably have enough to last a few more days if necessary. I realized, I was seriously considering staying here.
Michelle came down when I was starting to plate the first omelet. She looked sexy in yoga pants and a sports bra. She asked if she could watch me make the next omelet, so she could learn. She stood right next to me, occasionally rubbing my shoulder as she watched me prepare the second omelet. I offered to let her try the third, but she grinned at me saying, "There'll be plenty of time to teach me later."
Janice came in as I started the third omelet. She was dressed identical to her daughter. She saw Michelle next to me, and it was almost as if she felt she was missing out. Michelle was at my left shoulder, so Janice claimed a spot at my right. I could barely concentrate. It was going to be painful to stick around if they kept this up. I finished the last omelet about the same time as the bacon was done in the oven. I asked Michelle to grab an oven mitt and take it out.
During breakfast, we talked about tonight's party. Janice said that she had befriended a couple of the neighbors, doing so while McAllister was out. He thought most of the neighbors were beneath him. Either that, or he didn't want them aware of what went on during his parties. She made a point of telling me that she'd inform the neighbors that the party would only last until eleven, so they could celebrate the New Year at their own home, with their own families. I have never considered New Year's a family holiday, but to each his own.
It was my job to rearrange the furniture. Janice wanted an area large enough to do some dancing. Michelle's job was to make a playlist for dancing with two fast songs followed by two slow songs Janice knew where snacks were stored. She also informed me that a fridge in the garage was well stocked with beer, and I'd be bringing it in a little at a time. She didn't want anyone getting too drunk.
Janice took time, before getting snacks, calling neighbors to invite them, apologizing for the late notice. She also informed the few that hadn't heard about her husband's demise, that he would not be in attendance. That got some refusals turned into acceptances. When she told some that we had a generator, more people agreed to come.
The guests started arriving around seven. I directed everyone to the snacks and brought out beer and wine. I kept the single malt to myself. There are few beers that come in twelve packs that I enjoy. McAllister hadn't bought any of those.
I mingled around, replacing empty bottles when I could, getting to know the neighbors. Even in a neighborhood full of what I would normally have called 'rich people,' most of them were down to earth people who had done well for themselves.
Around 9, Michelle started the music and invited people to dance. When no-one moved to the makeshift dance floor, She drug me out there to get it started. As the night wore on, anytime I tried to walk off the floor, Janice or Michelle would pull me back. For each of the two fast songs, I danced with Janice, Michelle, or any of the other neighborhood women present. But when the slow songs came on, one dance would be with Michelle and the other would be Janice.
Each slow dance was excruciating. Both women would mold their body to me and grind her body against mine. I was constantly hard the entire night. The break during the fast songs wasn't long enough for my erection to go down, because I knew more slow songs were coming. I finally got a break at ten thirty when the music stopped so we could wrap up the party. I had to grab a tray and start collecting bottles so I could hide my discomfort. I took them to the kitchen as Janice and Michelle said goodbye to our guests. It was closer to eleven thirty when the last guest left. I had most of the living area cleaned and Janice asked me to leave the rest until tomorrow. She asked me to sit on the sofa, handed me a glass of single malt, and she and Michelle joined me. Michelle grabbed the remote and turned on the countdown from New York. By this time, there was about ten minutes left. We just talked about how the evening went. Janice informed me she roped the next-door neighbor into keeping the beer restocked, because they wanted me on the dance floor.
"Tell me, Tom. Did you think about Debbie at all tonight?"
"Not until you just mentioned her name."
"Okay. That's fair. But you know we were just trying to help. The party tonight was to help you forget old memories. The rest of the night is about making new ones."
Michelle turned up the volume when she saw the countdown.
"Six.. Five.. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.."
January 1
Janice grabbed my head and pulled me in for a soul searing kiss. I was aware enough this time to return it, trying to match her intensity. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me away, turning my head as she did so. Before I knew what was happening, I was repeating that kiss with her daughter. Michelle might have even upped the intensity. I was dumbfounded, but I wasn't going to say no to either woman. For several minutes, I was passed back and forth, kissing mother, then daughter, then mother again, and daughter again.
I was sure I had passed out and was having a very vivid dream. And it was a dream I didn't want to wake up from. Janice raised her leg up and moved over to straddle me. She placed her hands on either side of my face and leaned down for another kiss. Michelle grabbed my hand and pulled it up to her face and kiss the back of my hand as her mother ground herself on my now extremely hard cock.
There was no doubt as to what Janice wanted. My free had began to roam around her body. I reached up to grab her breast as she moaned into my mouth. Michelle had let go of my hand, so I put both hands on her breasts. Janice took her hands off my face and started unbuttoning her blouse. As soon as I could get my hands inside, I found Janice's firm C-cups bare. At some point in the evening she had removed her bra.
I reached up and slid the fabric of her blouse off her shoulders and she moved her arms back to allow the blouse for fall down and off her arms. She was a true beauty. She sat up and let me see her fully. I leaned in and started to suck her breasts, but she pushed me back with a shake of her head. She started to get up, and I know I must have had a look of disappointment mixed with confusion.
"Not yet." Was all she said as she slid off of me. She was immediately replaced by Michelle, who had taken the time to completely disrobe. This naked beauty was breathtaking! I was stunned, but soon responded as she straddled me and began kissing me, grinding her naked pussy against my still covered cock. This went on for several minutes, almost exactly like with her mother, except when Janice took my hand, after kissing it, she pulled it down to her now naked pussy. I may be slow at times, but I quickly responded by rubbing her very wet slit. I started to go for her clit, but she removed my hand.
Getting quite frustrated, I stopped the kiss with Michelle and pulled back.
"What is going on here?"
"Tom, Michelle and I have talked a lot over the last couple of days. We both realized we were attracted to you at the same time. It happened on Christmas Day. When you came back from you old house and you told us the story about your wife. You were going through a personal tragedy, but you were focusing on us, on two people you had just met. We didn't talk about it then, so we didn't know the other was falling for you as well.
"When we discussed it, and realized we both were falling for you, we were devastated. Then we talked more and came up with a plan to share you. We both love you, Tom. I want you, but so does Michelle. I can't deny Michelle a chance to be happy with you, and she feels the same way."
"Share me? Until tonight, I didn't think a guy like me would have a chance with
either
of you. Now you're telling me that
both
of you want me? Why would two beautiful women such as yourselves, want someone like me?"
"Tom, please don't sell yourself short. You are not only a good looking man, you are a thoughtful man. You have made sure that Michelle and I have been safe, taken care of. You have been suffering through the pain of a cheating wife, but you focused on our pain and our well being. You don't realize how that gets a woman's juices flowing."
Michelle continued, "I had to suffer through McAllister parading me in front of clients as soon as he could convince me to dress a little sexier. At first, I didn't realize why he was doing, but when I did, I felt dirty, used. You have not once, in the time that you've been here, tried to ogle Mom nor myself. Sure, I could tell you would glance at us, but never stared. It it hadn't been for seeing how you, reacted, when we 'accidentally' caught you coming out of the shower, I might have thought you didn't like women.
"After kissing you, I can tell for sure that you do. All we're asking is that you like us back. We both want to see what might happen. And this lump I'm sitting on tells me you like me sitting naked on your lap."
"Both of you are driving me crazy."
"Then let my daughter get off your lap so we can take this upstairs. As much as we both enjoy sitting on your lap, there are other things we'd both like to try."
I realized I had my hands locked behind Michelle's waist, effectively holding her to me. I released her and she gave me one more grind before she got up. As Michelle got off my lap, both women giggled when they saw that the fabric around my crotch was completely wet.
"Either my daughter is really wet right now, or you produce enough precum to drown any woman trying to give you head. We'll just have to find out."