Everyone in this tale is well past 18 years old.
You don't have to read the first two related stories to follow this one but it might help to do so. Should I Could I, Would I and Sometimes You Get What You Ask For.
Two wonderful women have claimed me recently, my wife and her mother in fact. My mother-in-law has now come to stay with us permanently.
To make that happen I now find myself having to service them both whenever and however they want it. Which is just fine with me of course but I found myself wanting to be a little more proactive in initiating the lovemaking.
Every year about this time in the summer my wife and I have a tradition of going commando for two weeks. We find it spices things up a bit for her to see what she can get away with wearing in public while wearing absolutely nothing at all beneath it.
Realizing that tomorrow would be our usual time for beginning commando time I also realized her mom just had to be included as well. I wasn't too concerned May would have any trouble at all going right along with it. If anything she was turning out to be a bit more adventurous than her daughter Hope.
They'd both gotten awfully coy lately and were dropping hints of planning things the two of them could do with or to me. I had been thinking I had better try to be a bit proactive in the lovemaking department before they just ran away with things.
It was our tradition that gave me the idea. It came to me that I could literally get my licks in first in a way they could do very little about.
We were all going to go out to dinner, at a really nice, really dark, romantic restaurant. They wouldn't know it till too late but I was going to make sure they were both on the menu themselves.
This was going to be our first real outing as a trio whether the rest of the world knew it or not. We'd chosen one of the more upscale establishments in town specifically because it had the darkest, romantic dining atmosphere by far of any in town.
You know it's a wonderful site to follow two beautiful women wearing nothing under their dresses but themselves any place but watching two pair of luscious hips work their way up the flight of steps ahead of me very nearly made it hard to walk completely upright.
We got seated at one of the most secluded tables in the place. I was very pleasantly ensconced between the two of them on the horseshoe bench that circled the table.
I decided to say what was on my mind. "You two are certainly lovely tonight. I can't get over how fortunate I am."
My wife Hope looked down at the table a bit self consciously. "Thank you honey, but you know I'm well past 40 and a bit heavier than I need to be so you really don't need to overdo it."
That irritated me a bit but I tried not to let it show too much in my reply for both their sakes. "I am not in the habit of saying things I don't mean. I did not overdo it and I meant every word of it. It does not matter how old either of you is nor your shapes or sizes. As the women I love and make love to you two are wonderful and beautiful."
They were both looking a bit uncomfortable but seemed to have nothing else to say so I squeezed both their hands. "Remember I know what's not under those dresses and what is. Let's check out this menu."
We all got back to talking again over the appetizers and then crowded closer together in the deep booth to sketch out summer plans on a napkin while we started on the main course.
Sitting in a well cushioned booth close between two warm, soft, animated women was a very pleasant experience. It was also having a very predictable effect on me that would need relief soon.
I finished eating before they did and Realized there was no reason I should be the only one to suffer. I decided now was the time to begin to put my previous plans for the meal into play. I slid my right hand down to rub my mother in law May's bottom.
She gave a mild start but then wriggled a little deeper into the cushion as we continued to discuss things. When she rose a bit to pass her glass to the waitress for a refill I took the opportunity to shift her skirt just enough to slide my hand beneath it to rest on the top of her bare leg and gave her a gentle squeeze as she sat back.
May got comfortable and as we all continued to talk I began to slowly stroke the top of Hope's leg. My cue for action came when Hope asked May a question. I slid my hand to the inside of her thigh to start slowly massaging the lips of her cleft.
She had to feign choking on her tea to cover her initial response but recovered nicely. I looked over at her and winked. She grinned and beneath the table she squeezed back on the fingers of my still massaging hand.
When I could feel her begin to moisten nicely I slowly slid my hand away, cupped her bottom once more and removed my hand. While she and Hope chatted I slid my left hand beneath Hope's skirt and began to give her the same treatment as I had her mother.
Hope soon quit talking and began to appear to really enjoy the rest of her meal if going mmmm from time to time and leaning back to swallow slowly were any indication. About this time the waitress came by to ask if everything was okay to which Hope replied languorously. "Oh yes."
