by Skye Reed
I assumed Helen had an intercom to Mary. As the sleigh started to move my head moved backwards slightly. Even through the hood I could feel that the back of my head was against Helen's panties. She wriggled behind me to make more contact. If I was to be surrounded like this except when waving to the crowds I would be warm. I felt not just warm but loved and hugged. I was enjoying myself.
Their arrangements to keep me warm worked. At the start of the procession the lights came on just after our seats moved upright. I took my right arm out and waved to the crowd as young women dressed as Elves distributed sweets and small presents to any children. Those helpers had white tights decorated with green Christmas trees under a green mini-skirt and a furry jacket. They looked wonderful but I was enjoying the proximity of three women I loved. Each time I stopped waving and brought my hand back inside it was grabbed by both of Jane's hands and warmed up again.
Each time the sleigh stopped at a church Helen turned the lights off, the seats were reclined and my head was stuffed inside her skirt. Her warm legs cradled my head until it was time for me to appear again.
The only time my right hand got slightly cold was at the final stop in the town square. I had to keep waving for about a quarter of an hour as all the children were given their gifts. When we finally moved away in the darkness Jane grabbed my hand. She felt its coldness and instead of warming it with her hands she pulled in inside her top and between her breasts. If my hand had been warmer I might have explored. As it was I just enjoyed the firm softness and the warmth. Helen's legs pulled me closer to her cleft, scissoring gently across my face. I was sorry when we got back to her house and climbed off the sleigh.
All three women bundled me inside. Jane and Ruth helped me to remove my costume while Helen made tea. All three of them had taken off their warm upper layer to reveal bare arms and cleavage. I stripped off my outer pair of trousers, a fleece and a sweater and the next layer. When Helen brought the tea in to the sitting room Jane and Ruth were pressed against me even closer than they had been on the sleigh. Their hands grabbed my head to turn it for alternate kissing.
Helen poured the tea. I think she must have made some sort of signal to the others. They stopped kissing me and moved my head to look at Helen.
"Paul? What are you doing tomorrow, Christmas Day?" Helen asked as she handed me a cup of tea.
"Nothing much," I replied. "The grandchildren are coming on Boxing Day. I might go for a walk to a pub if it's not too cold."
"Then we three have a suggestion." I could see Ruth and Jane nodding.
"You could spend Christmas Day with us. We will do the full Christmas lunch and in the afternoon you could watch the Queen's Speech on that settee before..."
"Other party games," Ruth added.
"Party games?" I queried.
"Adult party games," Jane said.
"Paul. We three are very grateful for what you did this evening. We are the organisers of the Father Christmas float and without you we would have been in real trouble. We had a young substitute for Jack but his wife went into labour this morning. They now have a son, their first child, born about five days early. Like you, Jack has a full white beard. The other substitute is bearded but ginger. He was going to spray it white for this evening but..."
"...but we are very grateful to you, Paul," Jane said. "Apart from this cup of tea we were going to have our evening meal here with Helen. We'd like you to stay for that too."
"Please?" Helen added.
"I would be delighted," I replied.
I meant it. I would have micro waved a frozen TV dinner at home.
I looked at the three of them almost with fresh eyes. Two widows and a divorcée who worked as a team on community projects like tonight's Father Christmas float. I had held each one of them when dancing this year, sometimes dancing with all three in one evening. They seemed to think of me as an occasional fourth member of their team. If they needed me they knew I would help.
I knew that all three of them would offer me more. They had given me enough hints over the last few years. I was kissed far more than was necessary for just a friend, and much more effectively. They had been patient with me and a great help while I recovered after my wife Penelope's death. They were my friends and I knew they would be my lovers too, if that's what I wanted.
Why hadn't I accepted what they were offering? As I sat between two of them with the third in front of me I thought seriously about that question. The answer was obvious. I didn't want to choose one and lose the other two.
The meal was a casserole with jacket potatoes followed by a steamed pudding and custard. It was much better than anything I cooked for myself although I might have prepared the meal for the family on Boxing Day. I wouldn't have to. My daughter in law would cook the meal from the preparations I have already completed.
We had a reasonable red wine with the meal. At the end I was comfortably full, warm and delighted to have the company of the three women instead of a lonely evening at home. We were discussing this evening's events when Jane asked me a question.
"Paul? How serious do you have to be about avoiding getting cold? For example can you walk back to your house from here?"
"Yes, Jane. It's only fifty yards. If I wrap up warmly again I could just about do that safely. I couldn't walk much further because the frost is already settling."
"Why are you susceptible to cold?" Jane continued.
"It's a side-effect of the medication I'm on to reduce my blood pressure. My fingers and toes get very cold too quickly. My doctor thinks I will be able to stop using those tablets in a month or so if my blood pressure remains reasonable but until then? He tells me to stay inside in the warm as much as I can particularly after dark. It's a nuisance."
"What about walking from Helen's house to your house and back?" Ruth asked.
"That would be too much this evening, particularly now I've drunk some wine. Alcohol makes the sensation worse."
"OK, Paul. We get the message. We want you to stay here tonight." Helen said abruptly.
"We?" I queried.
"Yes, we." Jane said. "We want to warm Father Christmas up again."
The three of them were looking expectantly at me. I didn't really know what they meant. If they did mean what I thought they meant I couldn't refuse and I wouldn't want to.
"I would be honoured," I replied cautiously, but..."
"No buts," Helen said firmly. "If you lend me your keys I'll go to get your pyjamas and toothbrush. Do you need anything else, Paul?"
"No, that will be enough," I said thinking rapidly. Was there anything in my house Helen shouldn't see? No. My pyjamas would be neatly folded in my bed. My toothbrush was in the en-suite bathroom. I could survive without clean pairs of boxers and socks if I went home to change after breakfast.
"Thank you, Paul. Keys? I'll go now while the other two get you ready."
I handed my keys over. Get me ready? What did Helen mean? How were they going to warm up Father Christmas?
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'Get me ready' seemed to be trying to get me aroused. Ruth and Jane's hands were all over me and their kissing was deeper and more passionate than before.
Helen was back within a few minutes with a carrier bag for my pyjamas and toothbrush. She handed me my toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Brush your teeth in the downstairs cloakroom before joining us upstairs, Paul," she said.
A few minutes later I walked into Helen's bedroom. I had never been in it before. I knew it had been the cause of the final rift with her ex-husband. He had spent more than they could afford on a massive bed and a large wet room that had been the fourth bedroom in their house.
The bed was massive. Helen had to make sheets for it because she couldn't buy any large enough. The three women were standing by it waiting for me.
They advanced on me and the three of them undressed themselves and me. Although we are all old, our bodies weren't decrepit. I was looking at some very attractive flesh and they seemed to appreciate mine
if their stroking hands were an indication. All four of us went into the wet room. The giggling almost drowned the noise of the showers as we soaped, washed and rinsed each other. They dried me with warm towels before pulling me on to the bed. I didn't wear the pyjamas.
Under the duvet I had Jane and Ruth pressed against me and Helen lying on me. They were cuddling me closely.
"Warm enough, Father Christmas?" Helen asked after kissing me.
"Yes but worried I won't be good enough for three of you," I answered.
"You will be. We've wanted you for years. Why didn't you...?" Helen asked.
"Because he didn't know which one," Jane interrupted.
"He didn't know that we would be happy to share," Ruth added.
"And we will," Helen said. "We don't want to remarry. That would be too complicated with all the grandchildren we have. What we want is Paul to be a partner for more than dancing and social events. You don't object, do you, Paul?"
I couldn't answer at once. Ruth was kissing me too effectively. Jane's hand was encouraging my erection. Soon I wasn't able to answer. Helen had pushed an erect nipple into my mouth. I was busy sucking and nibbling. They took my actions as sufficient reply.
My hands were busy with the fingers inside two wet clefts. Helen claimed my erection first. I would have gasped as she impaled myself on me but Jane's breast had stuffed my mouth. I was getting warmer and warmer as the three of them used me to arouse themselves. They were being slow, deliberate and loving.
My worries about my inability to satisfy them vanished. They knew what they wanted and were realistic about what they expected from me. Although I was enjoying the attention of three women, at my age I don't come quickly. Helen had reached several noisy orgasms before her cleft was replaced by Ruth's. She too became very excited yet I was still erect when Jane took control.
Helen and Ruth pressed their breasts over my face. That did it. I erupted into Jane and she sighed in satisfaction.
They were considerate to an elderly Father Christmas. They snuggled around me and let me go to sleep to recover, warmed and caressed by three soft bodies.
In the morning I had to perform again. This time Helen succeeded in claiming my final effort but all three of them seemed happy with my efforts.
I slept for a short while cuddled by Jane and Ruth's bodies. I woke up as Helen came into the bedroom with a large tray of breakfast. I sat up.
"You're our Christmas present, Paul, Father Christmas," Helen said, "and we're yours. Do you like your presents?"
"Like them? I love them," I replied. "And my presents kept me warm all night."
"And we are going to make sure you don't get cold or lonely," Jane said. "You've been claimed by the three of us. You can think of us as your harem or yourself as our stud Santa."
And so it was. From that Christmas Day onwards none of us slept alone unless we wanted a real rest. I was rarely feeling the cold.
When my medical review came, the doctor congratulated me on my excellent blood pressure results. I didn't need my medication.
"You must have been doing some strenuous exercise," he added.
My exercise was with three delightful ladies who wanted to keep their Father Christmas warm.
Once Upon a Bridesmaid
I found myself giggling in the dressing room. The smart little indigo A-line dress I'd found looked just too good, and I suddenly felt like I was twenty again. It showed most of my forty-something feminine curves, but not all of them, just the right ones. When I caught my eye in the mirror I laughed out loud and girlishly covered my smile. I twirled my long auburn hair up into a quick bun, and I have to say I looked amazing. I hadn't felt this giddy in a surprisingly long time. I hadn't really made any unnecessarily extravagant purchases in the four years since my divorce, and I'd gone shopping for a nice dress as a sort of reward to myself. Now, standing in front of the mirror looking like a million bucks, I thought, why stop now.
I had the girl hold the dress for me and went down a floor to find some matching shoes. And wouldn't you know they had the most darling pair of ankle strap sandals in almost the exact color. And when the up escalator put me off right in front of lingerie, I decided to go the full distance, and bought a lovely lacey bra and panty set in lavender, and yes, the matching garter belt. Then some new stockings and I was positively radiant with self-satisfaction as I blithely signed the receipt without even looking at the total.
There actually was a reason for the purchase if you want to know. The daughter of a family friend was getting married, and while I really wasn't terribly interested in attending, my own daughter Ariel, who'd been friends with the bride to be since grade school, was asked to be a bridesmaid, and she talked me into coming along. I'm almost positive all three of them, my friend Linda, her daughter Stacy, and Ariel, were in cahoots to find me another love, or maybe just another lover, but I wasn't terribly interested in that either.
My former husband and I split up after twenty-odd years once we were financially able to get Ariel, our youngest, safely through the last two years of college. It was an amicable parting, sort of. We'd grown apart like so many do, and he'd had a small affair with someone, but then I'd also strayed towards the end on the odd business trip, so I couldn't really hold anything against him. We both came away with an odd mix of jealousy, guilt, and a sort of frustrated empathy. No anger or tears, but it wasn't like we laughed about it in hindsight, and we weren't going to be able to be buddies anytime soon.
In the years afterwards I was almost shocked at how easy it was for a moderately attractive woman to get laid. I thought I might play the field a little, but it was more like beating them back with a stick. And after a few torrid fucks to get it out of my system, followed by a few short-term lovers to test my heart, I found the whole thing to be emotionally empty, despite how pleasurable the cock was. Pretty soon I'd slipped into the comfortable routine of a well-mannered dildo and every woman's Prince Charming, a wand.
So with some initial reservation I agreed to accept the invitation, with my own understanding that it would lead to absolutely nothing. But even if I wasn't on the make, I decided if I was going to do it, I should do it right. I'd gotten enough experience back on the dating scene to know how to keep the upper hand, and showing up looking like I needed to be placed on a pedestal was step number one. Get the jackals fighting amongst themselves for my attention, and the advantage always stays with me.
I didn't see Ariel at all before the ceremony, and only briefly afterwards at the start of the reception, but she had the same laugh out loud reaction I did. "Holy shit, mom! You look incredible!" Even my friend Linda's eyes popped when I saw her in the receiving line, as did her husband's unfortunately, and for a moment I thought maybe I'd overdone it with the pearl choker and my up-do. But it was basically just a playful little ensemble that I happened to look spectacular in, so I let the worry wash and allowed myself to bask a bit.
Being without a guest, I was put at the singles slash awkward table, and I did my best to get through dinner without being too encouraging or distracting to my male companions. This unfortunately meant I had my glass to my lips a little more often than I otherwise may have in repeated attempts to forestall certain conversations, and I was already feeling it once the toasts and speeches began. Finally, after the first dance was out of the way, I made a somewhat wobbly beeline over to sit with Ariel and her fellow bridesmaids at their table, most of whom it turned out I actually knew. There was Jackie, another childhood friend of hers, and two of her friends from college, Paige and Becca who I'd met when I took them all out to dinner during a visit her senior year. But since Ariel and Jackie had both brought dates, I soon found myself alone with Paige and Becca, who seemed perfectly content to sit on the sidelines.
"You look spectacular, Ms. Evers!" Paige said with a big smile as soon as my daughter had flitted away. I smiled my appreciation and sat up in a playful display of pride, twirling my shoulders a bit.
"Why thank you!" I beamed, "and m
ight I say you ladies look lovely in your maids apparel." They both rolled their eyes for a second before realizing the impropriety of it, then bowed their heads in an equally impish expression of gratitude. Becca glanced at Paige and said in a low voice, "I can't wait to get out of it." I just smiled and gave her a maternal wink of understanding.
"I have to thank you for letting me join you," I said in equal confidence, "I'm pretty sure my invite was intended to serve as a potential match-making opportunity by the bride's mother, and quite possibly my daughter as well. But as wonderful as I feel in this get up, I'm not, as they say, on the prowl. It is sanctuary I seek among you." I raised my glass, and they joined me, my new-found allies.
"We kind of feel the same way," Paige said. "I mean, we're happy for Stacy, and glad to be a part of it, but this isn't exactly our scene." We all three scanned the room for a moment or two, looking out over the dance floor and the surrounding tables. Most of the younger crowd were out on the floor, and a few of the next older generation as well. Across the way I could sense if not actually see several sets of male eyes on me, and I did my best to avoid any sort of bodily cue of interest.
