We fell asleep in each others arms. It was Sheryl who woke me.

"Good Morning, time to get up," Sheryl said. The Sun was already up. She raised the blanket and sheet that her daughter and I were sleeping under. "Oh, I see you are already up," she said seeing my morning erection. Sheryl slipped under the covers beside me opposite of Megan. Megan awoke and asked what time it was.

"It's 6:30," Sheryl said. Megan moaned and feigned a collapse.

"You can sleep in," Sheryl said to Megan. "He's got a conference to get to. Did you have a good time?" Sheryl asked.

"I did," I said.

"Can we keep him?" Megan asked like she was asking about a found kitten or puppy to keep as a pet.

"It would be nice if we could. But, I don't think so, dear," Sheryl said.

Megan feigned a pouty face.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen between us; whether Sheryl, Megan, or both of them would like "another round" before I headed back to the hotel and the conference. Of course, I would also have to deal with the morning traffic coming into downtown Salt Lake City. The conference would be ending in the late afternoon and they would have me for one more night.

My coworker was already scheduled to leave Salt Lake City late in the afternoon to fly back through Atlanta on one of the last flights into RDU. He would miss the end of the conference. Fortunately, I didn't need to take him to the airport. There was also a "red-eye" flight that left after midnight to Atlanta and arrived in RDU on one of the first flights in the morning. I was never fond of the overnight flights and had decided that I wouldn't use that flight combination to get home. I originally had an early morning flight scheduled for Friday morning. I had changed my flight reservations from an early Friday morning flight to one that was later in the day that would get me back to RDU in the evening. Anyway, my plans/reservations for the weekend started on Saturday.

It was during this time that a different plan was hatched. I could check out of the hotel and have them store my luggage and skis during the day until the conference was over. Then I could load my luggage and skis and bring them to Sheryl's home and drop them off. I could then drop off the rental car at the airport so that was one less thing to deal with in the morning. Then the three of us could go to out to dinner or eat back at Sheryl's. We would have that final evening and much of Friday morning together before one or both of them would take me to the airport for my flight home. It was a plan that we would execute.

"You need to get to work," Sheryl said to me.

"Can't we have him for breakfast?" Megan asked. "He's good enough to eat!" she said with a rather wicked grin.

"Tempting?" I asked Sheryl.

"Yes," she replied.

It was, of course. But, Sheryl was correct that I would be late if I spent the morning in bed with them. After a few more minutes with the two of them, Sheryl sent me to the shower to get cleaned up. She opened the glass door enclosure and joined me a few minutes later as we gave each other an exquisite and sensuous scrubbing. There was a certain playfulness as we dried each other. She asked me to go into the bedroom and lay on the bed (facedown) so that she could admire my ass when she came out of the bathroom.

When I stepped into the bedroom, many of the recessed and tracked lighting systems were illuminated and made the room quite bright. I did as Sheryl requested and got on the bed, towards the middle, face down. I was relaxing and thinking about the marvelous evening I had spent with Megan and Sheryl and the week I had experienced with Sheryl. Our time together was coming to an end and would enter an uncertain future. Still, I thought....

Click-click, whir....

It was a sound I recognized. It was the sound of a photo being taken and the image being ejected from an SX-70 style film pack. I know. I had one of those cameras. There was no flash associated with the image. Rather, Sheryl had taken the picture using the rather bright lighting in the room.

"You have a rather nice looking butt," Sheryl said, as I rolled over onto my side to see her standing there holding the camera and the picture that it had ejected.

"You just noticed?" I quipped.

"No, I've been admiring it all week. So toned, and no tan lines," she said.

Well, skiing as much as I had all winter and spring would certainly help keep the muscles toned. And after the previous summertime on the nude beaches, I had "lost" my tan lines. Plus, I had been laying out on my deck in the nude once things warmed up.

"Let me take another," she said.

I started to get erect again at the thought of the pictures she was taking. She brought the camera up to her eye while I held still. Another click-click, whir, and the image ejected from the front of the camera. It took a couple of minutes for the images to fully develop.

"And now one of that marvelous cock of yours," she said. I rolled over onto my back and put my hands behind my head on a pillow. She waited until my cock was fully erect before she snapped the next photo.

"For me to look at when you're gone," she said. She laid the camera down and crawled onto the bed beside me and rubbed my cock. A droplet of precum began to leak out of the slit which she spread over the tip of my cock. I was wondering if we had time for a quickie. Sheryl must have been reading my mind.

"I'm going to think about your cock inside me all day," she said. "I want you to think about that while you're sitting there listening to any boring presentations. I want your balls nice and full when you cum back to us tonight." She stroked me for a couple more minutes while the images fully developed. Satisfied with the way they looked, she told me that I needed to get dressed (which I did).

"Once again, I clean up pretty good," I said once I was dressed.

We went downstairs. Sheryl followed me down and she was wearing a robe. Megan was downstairs in the kitchen area. She had put on a T-shirt (no panties) and was fixing something. After a bit of small talk, I gathered the stuff I needed to take with me, kissed them goodbye, and told them that I'd bring all my stuff to the house after the conference was over. They told me all sorts of sexually enticing stuff about what they had planned for me (ostensibly so that I'd spend much of my day with an erection when I thought about them and the (last) evening that we'd be spending together.

After I arrived at the hotel and the conference center, I ran into various people that I knew or that I had met during the conference. Some of them knew that I was going to dinner "with friends" and asked how my evening was.

"Oh, it was great. It's so nice to have a home cooked meal with friends and to be able to spend time with them," was the line I reported. It wasn't prying. It was just pleasant conversation without revealing what my evening included. Thinking about it and what awaited me at the conclusion of the conference kept me erect much of the time (which was the desired effect that Sheryl and Megan told me they wanted). My coworker checked out of the hotel at lunchtime and left for the airport. I checked out shortly after he left and had the hotel hold onto my luggage and skis until I was ready to leave. I remember walking to Temple Square during the lunch break. But my mind was distracted.

Once the conference was over and I said my goodbyes, I packed my luggage and skis into the rental car and headed back to Sheryl's home. They were waiting for me when I arrived and I transferred all my gear into the house. Mother and daughter had spent the day together and part of that time had included conversations about fucking me and photographing me. They informed me that there was a slight change in plans about going to the airport maybe even supper because they were both incredibly horny and they wanted to FUCK NOW!

They stripped me out of my clothes and had their ways with me, for the next hour or so, in the living room area. I was basically on my back with one of them riding my cock while the other one was riding my face and tongue (at least to start) and they kept switching back and forth. My orgasm would build and then subside a bit while they switched and then resume the building sensation once they switched positions. I don't remember how many times they switched or how they decided to switch places. I just remember that I came in Megan first. Sheryl got up from my face and took a couple of pictures of Megan on top of me with my cock inside her pussy, as well as a photo as my cock slipped out of Megan and all the cum I had left inside Megan.

I wasn't "done" until I had cum in both of them. Sheryl mounted me and started to ride me. Megan took over the photographer role as she snapped a few photos of Sheryl and I fucking in various positions. I finally came in Sheryl from the doggie style position. Megan made sure that she got a photo of her mom's cum filled pussy when I finally slipped out of her. The photos were hot as was knowing that we were being photographed.

After we were done, Sheryl got up and wet a warm washcloth to wipe my face ("Can't have you going out with your face smelling like hot pussy!"). They had me re-dress in the clothes I wore at the conference (coat and tie) while they went upstairs to dress. They were both wearing dark dresses like we were going someplace nice for supper (which, as it turned out, we were). They followed me to the airport and I turned in the rental car. That was one less thing to do the next day which meant we had more time together the following morning before we had to leave for the airport. I got into the backseat of Sheryl's car and she drove us to the restaurant. The three of us sat in a dark corner at a table with me "between" them.

It was after we arrived at the restaurant that they informed my that they weren't wearing any panties and my cum was leaking out of both of them during our meal. They kept reminding me of the "creamy dessert" that I would be having "once we got home." I was incredibly distracted by that all throughout the meal. I'm sure they loved it! The meal and the drive back to the house are a bit of a blur for me.

When we arrived back inside the front door of the house, we immediately started to disrobe each other. It wasn't fast like we were trying to rip the clothing off each other. It was slow and sensuous while being fast enough to get us completely naked in a few minutes. We were all certainly turned-on by the same thing, knowing that neither of them were wearing panties and my cum was and had been leaking out of both of them from our earlier sexcapades.

There was a humorous aspect to all of their fantasizing throughout the day that they shared with me and that was the fantasy of getting naked on the ski slopes, maybe skiing naked, and finding a nice (private?) place to fuck in the snow. When talking about the differences in snowfall in North Carolina compared to Utah, I had told them about the times when our larger snowstorms (10-15 inches of snow) had shut things down for nearly a week. One of the things I told them was my ex-wife and I loved to get out into the snow and into the woods. There was something about the cold temperatures, the sun in the brilliant blue sky and the brilliant white snow on the ground, and just tromping around in it and through it. We would find a nice quiet place to strip out of our clothes and make love there in the snow. There was something about watching the steam rise off our bodies as we finished our orgasms together. But that was all before we became parents and our life together unraveled.

Still, it was an intriguing thought. Maybe we could get out early the next morning, drive up to Snowbird and play out part of the fantasy, even if only to take some pictures of us naked, on our skis, in the snow in a more private place.

But before we did any of that, they wanted to take a few pictures of me with my skis and poles, including the very erect one that was attached to me at my groin. They particularly liked the photos they got of me, taken from behind, while I was standing there with my skis and poles. I even put my ski boots on for them and clicked into my skis in the living room to pose. I didn't think of it at the time (I wish I had), but I should have had them similarly pose as naked ski bunnies. After removing my skies and boots and returning them to their transportation storage, we got serious about the more sexual aspects of the evening.

We spent some amount of time downstairs getting ready for the night's sexual play. In a way, it was just a continuation of what we had started before leaving for the airport and dinner. I did take care to clean up any remaining "deposits" before retiring to the master bedroom and Sheryl's bed. There were no enemas and no enemasex planned for the evening. Rather, the three of us planned to spend all night together in Sheryl's king-sized bed continuing our exploration and pleasuring of each other. We all knew that tomorrow I would be flying away from Salt Lake City and the two of them, "returning and resuming my normal life," though it was largely unspoken throughout the evening and night. We got hot. We got sweaty. We took breaks, snuggled together, and took short naps until one of us was ready "to start again." I knew I could sleep on the plane on the way home.

There were times when I was laying in bed with them that I thought that being a "kept man" might be quite pleasurable if all I needed to do was to keep these two women satisfied. The complicating factor was my life back in North Carolina; my son. Moving away from North Carolina and being less involved in his life had already been a big roadblock and limitation to the choices I might be presented with. Of course, in these last moments with them, I didn't seriously consider it to be an alternative for me or them.

The first light of dawn came way too soon. We got up, pranced around naked in the kitchen as we got something to eat for breakfast, and spent our final hours together being intertwined wherever the mood struck us. I was feeling the wear and tear of so much sexual intercourse as it was getting more difficult to get erect or to stay erect after a previous orgasm. At one point Megan said "Mom, I think we wore it out," referring to the greater amount of effort to get me erect again than earlier. I remember telling them that I wasn't like them where I could go from orgasm to orgasm to rogasm. Eventually, it took me longer to achieve orgasm and I did (eventually) need some recovery time before I could "go at it again."

"I'm beyond my sexual prime; which occurred when I was 19 years old. It was a Thursday, at 2:39 PM." It was a line I had used before and would use again. The got a big laugh out of that.

"Seriously," I said. "Although, I can still keep going a long time, I'm not sure I could still match the the 10 days I spent with my girlfriend during spring break of my junior year. I didn't go home and they didn't lock out the dorms to dorm residents. My girlfriend and I basically holed up there most of the time. We had the suite to ourselves. My suitemates all went home. The University had the heat set back to minimum levels, so were kept warm in bed together and used my toaster oven as a space heater when we needed to take the chill out of the room."

"We went out a few times for groceries or to get something to eat off campus. But mostly, if I wasn't studying, or we weren't reading through a bunch of Penthouse magazines together, we were fucking each other. And by midweek, we had fucked each other raw. Her pussy lips were swollen and I had a raw spot at the base of my cock. Still, we kept didn't stop. We kept going. We healed over the next couple of days even as we laid in bed together for hours, me cumming inside her time after time after time."

"At the end of the week, when we returned to our normal on-campus life, her in her dorm and me in mine, she told me that the time together was the most loved she had ever felt."

"What happened to her? She wasn't the one who died?" they asked.

"No, she wasn't the one who died. I married her three years later. Ten years after that week together, she was having an affair and we're divorcing."

"I'm so sorry," Sheryl said.

"Don't be," I replied. "Sex, and good sex, isn't everything. But if it wasn't for that affair, I wouldn't be here together with you. Life's uncertain..." My voice trailed off in a moment of sadness in reflection of the events the events that led to this moment.

"So, let's eat dessert, first!" I said to counter the down moment I had just interjected.

It was finally time to prepare to leave for the airport. We all shared a marvelous shower together and then dressed to leave for the airport. I pointed out that we had missed our opportunity to get naked on the slopes together.

"You can always stay the weekend," was the reply. It was tempting even though I had other plans and reservations for the Memorial Day weekend. With my skis on the ski rack and the rest of my gear placed in the trunk, we left for the Salt Lake City Airport. There were lots of high clouds and the sky wasn't the sort of bright and sunny day that was expected in the weather forecast. When we got to the airport, we stopped at the curbside baggage check-in, where I took my skis off the roof of the car, packed them back in the ski bag, and checked my luggage back to RDU through Atlanta.

I got back into the car to ride to the parking area with them and the three of us entered the terminal together, went through security, and walked to the gate where my flight would depart. We sat there, sometimes quiet, sometimes just making small talk. Megan was on one side of me, Sheryl on the other. I had my arms around their shoulders with both of them leaning in towards me.

In those days, with friends and family allowed in the waiting area, we might have appeared as a family travelling together (a mother with her son and daughter). At first glance, it might have looked like I was sitting between my mother and sister except the displays of affection, though not overtly sexual, would have suggested more sexual familiarity than might have been expected between family members (or even friends). For example, one would not expect a mother and sister with their hands resting on my inner thighs or lightly tracing over them.

I was upgraded to first class status for my flight to Atlanta. A wider seat and more room, I would be able to sleep more comfortably to Atlanta. Although the first class passengers were allowed to board first, I stayed with Sheryl and Megan as long as I could. The tears began to flow for all of us as the aircraft boarding process began and progressed.

With the last kisses, hugs, and rump squeezes, I finally stepped away and said goodbye.

"I will be back," I said as I left them and headed down the jetway. As I headed down the jetway, turning to look back at them and giving them a wave before I was out of sight. I boarded the aircraft and found my seat. I placed my briefcase under the seat in front of me and settled into the seat next to a woman. My eyes were still wet with tears.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Parting is such sweet sorrow," remembering the line from Shakespeare.

"Would you like a tissue?" she asked as she reached for one in her purse. She took one out and held it up.

"Thank you," I replied. I dabbed my eyes to dry the tears.

"Your mom and sister?" she asked. I must have had a puzzled look on my face.

"I saw you sitting with them," she said. I realized what she was asking.

"Oh, no! Just really close friends," I said without revealing that by "really close" that I meant that I had been cumming inside them orally, vaginally, and anally and that we were sharing that cum between us.

"We share a common bond in losing someone really close to us in a tragic vehicle accident," I added. That would limit the level of inquiry, I thought.

"I was out here for a conference all this week and had come out early to go skiing. I was lucky we could meet, ski together, and then spend time together during the week." Of course, I did not reveal that by meet, I meant that we had just met out on the slopes. As I was saying this, my mind flashed back to snippets of time that Sheryl, Megan, and I spent together and my cock started stirring in my pants. Maybe I should have cancelled all my plans for the weekend and spent Memorial Day weekend with them.

Our conversation turned to skiing and general travels. The woman sitting beside me was also traveling home (near Savannah) after connecting through Atlanta. There wasn't any opportunity to go snow skiing along the Georgia coast. But, she had learned to ski elsewhere and had skied in New England, Colorado and Utah. She was impressed by the places I had skied in Colorado and particularly Snowbird in Utah. She hadn't skied there, but knew of its reputation.

Once we were airborne, the noise (roar) of the aircraft limited our conversation and I dozed off to sleep briefly until the food and drink carts were brought out into the aisles. After eating lunch, I dozed off again while thinking of Sheryl and Megan and the fresh memories of us being together, cumming together.

"I will be back," was what I said as I left them and headed down the jetway. That was true. I would and did come back to Salt Lake City. We chatted numerous times in the ensuing months. I came through SLC on the way to more work assignments in Idaho and would stop to ski, if I could. But things were different for all of us when I returned. Megan graduated and moved to Boston. Sheryl had met a wonderful man closer to her age. She invited me to meet him on one of my overnight stays in Salt Lake City.

The next year I remember flying into SLC International one night from Boise, Idaho. My flight was late and when I arrived to pick up my rental car, it was the most complicated electronic display (on a Buick Regal) that I had ever seen. Just trying to figure out how to turn on the headlights was a challenge. Anyway, I called Sheryl when I arrived at my hotel. We agreed to meet at the ski area the next morning. Sheryl, her new boyfriend, and I met at Snowbird. At one level, it was a little weird to spend the weekend skiing with them given the past that Sheryl and I shared. Yet, we both had new relationships that were developing and our past might derail what the two of us were developing separately. We were both happy with the choices we had made and that was really all that mattered.

The week we spent together was a sweet memory shared between the three of us that remained "our secret." I never did tell them about Abby as that was the remaining connection/relationship that I still had that was directly linked to Catie. Soon, very soon, Abby would return to be a central figure in my life.