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I had a hard time getting my head wrapped around what was happening. I had just made love with Elsa AND Cindy. My system was on overload and every circuit had blown. I’d never had a threesome before, although I’d watched a lot of porn that featured two gorgeous women and one man. Near as I could tell, there wasn’t any configuration that I didn’t like. We tried them all by the end of the evening. The time was positively electric.
I had started the evening knowing I was on tenterhooks with Elsa because I had been less than forthcoming with my financial status and how I held the top and most important position in running my company – a huge conglomerate.
Cindy came along that evening at Elsa’s request, and that was fine. I understood that sisters could be a united front, and I liked Cindy, especially for her help in setting up the evening’s date so I could apologize and explain myself to Elsa. Cindy had flirted with me the night I took her to dinner to ask her to intercede with Elsa, but despite an inclination to flirt back I had resisted in favor of playing it straight. I even remember thinking that I was being given a test. I did think that if Elsa blew me off, I might eventually see if there was chemistry with Cindy beyond what I felt over our dinner meeting.
Well, after our gala for city hospital, Elsa, Cindy, and I ended in Elsa’s apartment – a small and cozy place with a bath and three rooms: bedroom, kitchenette, and living room. I had no idea what might happen with Cindy there. I had hoped that somehow Elsa and I could make love and get our relationship back on an even keel as it was before she discovered my secret.
Elsa and I danced to some sexy music she had playing from Pandora, but then she had me dance with Cindy. Soon we were in the same kind of kisses that I’d been in with Elsa. Elsa nodded and obviously encouraged me. I kept expecting the bubble to burst, and the scene to become a nightmare instead of the fabulous dream it was turning out to be.
Suddenly I had two nearly naked full-breasted nymphs kissing me, and then I was naked, and then a lot of sex took place – A LOT. By the end of the evening, I’d made passionate love to both women multiple times, and they had shown me how engaging they could be, both with me and with each other.
Elsa made sure that I got her message: she and her sister had a sapphic relationship that she planned to maintain; they both liked me – maybe even loved me; and that if I wanted to proceed with the relationship it would involve the two of them and not just her. I had struggled to get Elsa back, and it was like I got her back with a precious dividend – her beautiful sister.
I asked how Cindy could feel love for me when we hadn’t been together. Elsa explained about how she’d shared every word of every conversation, described in detail our emotions and lovemaking sessions on a stroke-by-stroke basis, and then emoted all over her about me. Cindy had been pre-primed to fall in love with me. When I took her to dinner, all that did was confirm in Cindy’s mind that I was the real deal. Her flirting hadn’t been a test; she really desired me.
When we were through as a threesome that first night together, we cuddled and then slept – two beautiful naked women with their heads nestled into my chest. I confess to lying awake and contemplating this crazy relationship and how I felt.
I’d been raised in a traditional household. The only examples of relationships I’d seen were monogamous couples – my parents, grandparents, and a few aunts and uncles, mainly. No one had ever told me that was the ‘right’ way, but I’d gotten that cultural message or meme that it was the ‘only’ way. Here I was being thrown a curve ball. After much critical and logical thinking I convinced myself that I could love two women and make them happy.
I specifically thought of the promises I’d made about being open and about becoming a significantly less workaholic. I’d start to put that latter promise into action on Monday. I knew Elsa was right. I needed to relax and play more. Andy and Sheila often reminded me that I needed to play more often.
Cindy woke me in the middle of that first night with a lazy blowjob. She got me hard and then had me slip into her pussy as I spooned in behind her. About the time I thought Elsa had slept through our coupling, she awoke and sat on my face so I could eat her while Cindy rode me to paradise. I was hyper aware that the two sisters were kissing and making out with each other as I had sex with them.
Sunday morning we woke up together. The girls cuddled in for kisses, but I was a lost cause for anything further. The spirit was willing, but the body was weak. I wondered what my doctor had that could improve sexual stamina and performance. I put that high on my list of calls to make on Monday.
We got up, took individual showers because Elsa’s shower stall could barely accommodate one person, let alone three; and then dressed. I was in exercise clothes, all I happened to have in the limo when Elsa had suggested I bring in a change of clothes. Elsa led us on a four-block walk to a little hole in the wall that served breakfast.
We held hands as we walked three abreast down the urban sidewalk. I noted my security detail covering us, but remaining significantly out of the way. Even when I asked them to be scarce, all that happened was that they became a little less visible.
After we got our breakfast orders and had taken a few bites, I said, “OK, so what now?” I looked at each of them.
Elsa leaned in and kissed me, “What do you want to have happen now?”
I contemplated that question for a few bites. “Before I had the complete picture – meaning you being part of this Cindy, I had been thinking it would be romantic and fun to move in together. I still think that only with the two of you.
“I tend to make large leaps in my thinking ... and in actions too. So, if I have presumed too much, let me know.”
Cindy asked with great interest, “Whose apartment? I think we have three to choose from. Where do you live?”
I smiled and said, “Penthouse in the Worthington Tower.” I pointed up and out the window of the café we were in. Worthington Tower was a huge condominium that stood over thirty stories high above much of the city. The tower was visible over the nearby buildings across the street.
Elsa rolled her eyes. “I should have known. How large is the place compared to mine?”
I laughed. “Let’s see your place is maybe twenty by twenty or four hundred square feet. On a comparable basis, my place is about twenty thousand square feet, or fifty times larger.”
Both girls gawked at me. “What do you have?” Cindy asked in shock.
“The top two floors of the building: large living room, dining room, foyer, media room, video conference center, den or office, kitchen, kitchenette on the other floor, ten bedroom suites of various sizes, a gym, a sauna, a Jacuzzi, a wine cellar of sorts, and a number of other miscellaneous rooms. It is a bachelor pad, but I’m more than willing to let you add your own touches to it to make it homier for you. Just so you know, I did have a decorator help when it was built seven years ago.”
Cindy was still open-mouthed at the revelation, “So that’s home?”
“One of them,” I replied. “I also have places in Florida, Aspen, Napa Valley, near Kyoto, outside of Johannesburg, London, and Marbella. Some I don’t use that much, but with you that might change.”
Cindy and Elsa looked at each other. Elsa spoke, “I am sure that you have lots of girls who would love to take advantage of all of that – I mean your beautiful condominium, but ... well, you should know something about the two of us. We’ve been raised to want to carry our own weight.”
I asked, “I think I know what that means, but say more.” I gave a ‘give-me’ gesture with one hand to encourage her to speak.
“We don’t want to exploit you. We are not looking to be kept women and to your earlier concern are not gold diggers. As ridiculous as it sounds, were we to move in with you, we’d want to pay some of the rent or upkeep or whatever. We’d share the food costs and utilities.” Elsa made a face. She knew what she was saying made sense when talking to someone in the same economic strata, but not with a billionaire.
Cindy jumped in, “That reminds me, we want to give you back the dresses and the jewelry. They’re beautiful but those items are way beyond anything we’d ever buy for ourselves and the best we could do with sparkly stuff is costume jewelry. Everything was way too expensive. So, hopefully, you can return it and get your money back. We were very careful with everything.”
I smiled and tried to keep from laughing. I vaguely recalled I’d paid several million – nearly twenty – for the condo, but it was actually part of the overall building that I’d paid eighty-nine million for to rescue the general contractor who was going under. I couldn’t tell you the tax or for that matter my weekly food costs. As for the dresses, diamonds, and things, they were all small change items to me. Sheila and my housing staff took care of all of those finances for me.
I countered in a quiet tone, “Neither of you have to work.”
Cindy and Elsa responded as though I’d touched each of them with a cattle prod; in unison they said loudly, “OooooH, YES WE DO. It’s part of who we are.” They looked at each other to validate they both felt the same way, and strongly too.
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