With the shadow of the knowledge of December 18th still raw, Sarah and I decided that the only person who needed to know for now was Clare, and she called her the very next day.

I didn’t know what they talked about, but the two girls managed to spend over an hour on the phone, and afterwards, I had a happier Sarah as company. For me, it once again confirmed the harmony between my girlfriends.

Another decision Sarah needed to make was whether to stop taking the contraceptive pill. However, that decision was made for us by Sarah’s doctor when she told her that she would need to have three months of regular menstrual cycles before they could start to run tests. The female doctor also reminded Sarah that without hormone treatment, it would be unlikely she would become pregnant. She also suggested conducting the test promptly, given the potential influence of age.

So, in a small, private, and loving ceremony, we disposed of the remaining pills, knowing there was a minimal chance that Sarah could become fertile once her existing packet was used. Neither of us wanted to use condoms. So we agreed to carry on making love just like we had always done, and if Sarah became pregnant, we knew that we had been blessed.

Sarah also received a phone call from the USA. It was Liz, wishing my girlfriend a Merry Christmas. However, she went on to inform Sarah that she would be extending her stay in the States beyond January.

This was because she had been chosen to oversee a new project being run from New York, though she assured my girlfriend she would return as soon as possible. Sarah told me that Liz would be commuting and using Concorde. She planned to spend two weeks in New York and then one back in England.

Liz did say they would get together soon, but Sarah couldn’t hide her disappointment when she got off the phone. It was a moment that made me realise how much my girlfriend had enjoyed Liz’s company, and maybe Sarah needed a distraction from the MILF.

It gave me an idea, and I decided to phone Clare for advice.

Before the unfortunate news of the eighteenth hung over us, there was one generally funny thing that happened—well, maybe not for my number one girlfriend.

In early December, Sarah was out shopping with her mum when she saw something and couldn’t help but squeal. Opposite her, on the other side of the road, was a billboard, and on it was a heavily modified version of the photo I had taken of her under the old-fashioned security lamp.

In this version, the light cast deeper, darker shadows over Sarah, obscuring most of her nude body. You were left just with the visual impression that the blonde girl was naked. It was suggestive, yet cleverly done. The lady of the night had a cigarette in one hand, which I knew was real, but in the other resided a book; it had been skilfully added to the photo!

The caption said, “What is your pleasure?”

The billboard advertisement was a component of a nationwide campaign for a prominent retailer, who also sold our posters. However, their main business was selling books.

After her initial shock, Sarah told her mother that she had been surprised by the model’s likeness to her. While Barbara never said anything, I did wonder whether she was entirely convinced.

Sarah and I called Brenda, and she confirmed that "wall art" meant a twenty-foot-wide by ten-foot-high billboard. She went on to tell us that she had always known this might happen, and that is why she added "wall art" to the contract.

Brenda explained that the advertised retailer was known for being a little “stuffy,” so the billboard advert was a way of changing that image and getting additional publicity.

The campaign also had an unexpected upside. With the bedroom posters of Sarah now in that retailer's shops, the general public connected the two and started purchasing them in ever greater numbers.

To our joy, it wasn’t long before another, much larger check arrived. In another call to Brenda, I expressed my gratitude and told her that the money had calmed Sarah's concerns about the wall art and the likelihood of recognition.

However, maybe I need not have worried about that…

Sarah (not a morning person) insisted one Saturday morning that we wake up at six am, and I photographed her standing next to the billboard featuring her in the advertisement. It made me realise that Sarah wasn’t worried about having full-size, half-naked posters of her scattered around the country. Instead, she was feeling quietly proud of herself.

*****

It was Wednesday, the 23rd, and the last day the three of us would be together until the Xmanye party. Clare had no college, and Sarah was using the last of her leave, having handed in her notice in what turned out to be another tearful ceremony. No one wanted her to leave her job, but my girlfriend and her employer knew it was time for her to move on with her life.

Sarah had told me that she would move in with me in January, with the sixteenth being the most likely day. Sarah and I had come to terms with the fact that she might not be fertile. There was a clear path we could follow, and her mum positively thought that if the hormone treatment worked for her, it would work for her daughter.

Except for Clare, Sarah’s fertility remained our secret, and by the time the twenty-third had come around, we had largely accepted it. Sarah even told us it was time to look forward and have a wonderful time over Christmas.

The three of us sat there, and for the first time in a while, the laughter flowed through my flat. Clare had that way with us—she brought energy into the room, and the issue of Sarah's fertility seemed to fade into the subconscious.

With the flat's heat turned up, we were sitting cross-legged in a circle on the lounge floor.

The girls were wearing short skirts, panties, and Christmas T-shirts that read, “Dear Santa, I have been a naughty girl, but it was worth it.” While I was in shorts and was wearing a suitable Christmas T-shirt—it read, “007.”

We were also a little merry from the buck’s fizz, which we began drinking earlier in the day.

Our Christmas presents, which we had all agreed to keep simple, were placed in front of the three of us. I had two, one from each girlfriend, while they had one each for me.

However, there were two other wrapped presents right in the centre of our ring, and I told Sarah and Clare that they must be opened last, as they were joint gifts.

With knowing smiles, the girls watched as I unwrapped Clare's present. It caused them to burst into giggles as I held up a book called “Cooking for Dummies!”

I thought it was a lovely present, though I only saw my main meal duty as cooking breakfast.

It was clear to me that the girls had teamed up when choosing presents, as when I opened Sarah’s, it was along the same lines. The title of this book was “A Simple Man's Guide to Making a Cocktail.”

As I flicked through it, Sarah giggled. “There are plenty of pictures, David. So you should be okay!”

Clare soon joined Sarah in laughing. It seemed they both thought they had purchased perfect gifts for me. However, they should have known that I was never going to be outgunned when it came to choosing perfect gifts.

I kissed them both and said, “Thank you.” Then I grinned as I told them they needed to open the small individual presents first. Their eyes had been on the larger two boxes in the middle of our circle.

The girls ripped the paper off only to moan and then stare at me. 

“You like them then?” I questioned, with a knowing smile.

I had bought them both a snow globe, each showing the same village scene. It had a pub, a row of thatched cottages, and a church with a spire. Towards the fore was a snowman standing next to a red letterbox. There was also plenty of fake snow lying around, which came alive in the liquid with a little shake.

The only difference between the two globes was that Sarah’s had a blue base with her name on it and Clare’s was red, also with her name on it.

There was silence.

“Aren’t you impressed?” I chuckled as I shook both globes, turning the snow into a blizzard.

“No,” they both said in unison.

“Okay,” I picked each of them up and flicked the switch underneath once. A light came on to illuminate each snow globe.

“Do you like them now?” I asked while trying to keep a straight face.

They now knew I was the king when it came to choosing tacky presents.

“NO,” they both loudly said together. Though I detected it, like me, they were doing their best not to giggle.

“How about this then?”

I flicked a second switch on each, and the sound of “Jingle Bells” burst from each snow globe.

It was at that point I was aware of two female bodies leaping towards me, and for the next five minutes, to the repeated sound of Jingle Bells, I did my best to stop them from wrenching my boxers up between my buttocks while I tickled them both into submission.

I loved it!

Once the shenanigans had concluded, with me getting the better of the two girls due to their inability to do anything as soon as I had found their ticklish spots, I asked, “Aren’t you going to open your last two presents?”

“I am not sure that we should after the last one,” said Clare.

Sarah quickly agreed with her. Yes, it was always two against one.

“Okay then, I will save them for next year,” I replied, which instantly had them interested in them.

Between them, they tore the wrapping paper off the long, thinner present.

It was a sign that read “Girls Only,” and as they looked at it, unsure, I said. “It is to be hung on the spare bedroom door as and when you do not want me to come in. I have already put a hook there for you.”

“A lock would be better,” Clare remarked.

I laughed, “No chance.”

Despite Clare’s remark, unlike the snow globes, neither of them complained.

Our eyes focused on the last, largest present. It was one I had found hard to keep quiet about. I sat back and just watched as Clare and Sarah cautiously peeled the Christmas wrapping paper away to reveal a longish jewellery box.

This was a special moment for me, and I hoped also for us.

Inside, there were three gold rings, the middle one larger than the two identical ones on either side of it.

I picked out one of the smaller rings. It had three small stones set in it, and I showed them to both the girls as I explained what they were.

“These are Eternal Friendship Rings, and they will bind us together forever, though I stress I don’t expect them to be worn all the time, as I am suggesting we wear them as dress rings.

“The three embedded stones represent our birthstones. For Sarah, your zodiac sign is Aquarius, and your birthstone is a purple amethyst,” and I pointed to the small purple jewel on the right of the ring.

“For Clare, you are a Sagittarius, and your birthstone is Topaz,” and I indicated to the vibrant red jewel inserted to the left of the centre stone.

“As for me, I am a Virgo, and my birthstone is a sapphire,” and I pointed to the slightly larger, deep blue jewel that sat between the other two jewels.

The two girls seemed enthralled by what they were looking at.

“While I am not particularly into the zodiac, I thought it was a nice and subtle way of saying that we are now and hopefully forever a three.”

I then picked up the larger man’s ring; it looked plain in comparison to the other two smaller rings.

“This ring is mine and therefore slightly different,” and I gave it to the girls to look at.

“As you can see, it still has the jewels in it, but they are almost dust and are set in quarter-inch-long horizontal slots. The jewels have been broken down into fine pieces, but you can still quite clearly see the three colours.”

“There is the purple amethyst on top, the blue sapphire in the middle, and the red topaz on the bottom, though I can swap the ring over and have the topaz on the top if you prefer being on top, Clare.”

I smiled. We all knew I was referring to Clare’s lesbian preferences, whether she was a top or a bottom, as she often switched between the two.

Out of affection, Clare gave me a little nudge. There is one last thing, and all the rings are the same in this respect, but it is easier if you look inside mine, as it is slightly larger.

“Can you see the fancy lettering?”

They said they could.

“Well, if you look closely, you should see three entwined letters, a C, a D, and an S. They represent us all together and making love.”

Clare and Sarah looked closely; they were smiling, but I knew my gesture had also touched their hearts, as both had tears in their eyes—they were tears of joy.

“They are beautiful,” Sarah said as she picked up her ring. "What finger should we wear them on?" she then enquired.

It was a good question, but I had thought of that. “Wear them on your dress ring finger on your right hand; it is the one next to your little finger,” and with that, we all slipped our rings on.

It was the only jewellery I wore, and as far as I was concerned, the ring would only come off on rare occasions.

Clare came over, kissed me, and said, "Thank you, at least you got two of the three presents right this time.”

“The two snow globes!” I quipped back.

That led to another bout of tickling that, somewhere down the line, ended up with my cock in Sarah’s mouth and Clare’s bald pussy on my face.

Yes, Christmas did come early for me.

*****

When the girls and I went to bed that night, there was one notable difference. Because I had gotten something right, I was allowed to lie in the middle of the bed, Clare having repositioned herself to my left.

We chatted about our potential futures, Sarah’s new employment, and how well Clare was doing at college. Neither Sarah nor I was surprised to find her at the top of the class. We discussed my job, how the company was growing, and that Nigel had promised me shares as he wanted to tie me in more quickly than originally intended.

I also brought up about us all buying a house, but the girls just told me that was too far away, that they had lives to live first before being tied down by a mortgage. But there were no negative vibes. We were a happy three, with me being the happiest, especially when the two girls gave me a double blow job, the second of the day.

Sarah and Clare both took turns until they sucked me dry.

It was only then Clare said, “We want to try out one more of your presents tonight.”

“The snow globes?” I quickly replied.

Clare laughed and then grabbed Sarah’s hand and suggested, “We want a little girl time.”

Sarah was a little surprised and questionably looked at me.

“You better follow, Clare,” I said, knowingly.

With those words, I watched two beautiful and naked female bodies walk out of my bedroom. They crossed the landing and turned into the spare bedroom. As they did so, they hung the new “Girls Only” sign on the hook on the door.

What Sarah didn’t know was that the original idea was mine!

Knowing Sarah’s new liking for a girl who liked to use a strap-on with her, I had called Clare. However, I was surprised to hear that she thought it would be cheating on Karen if she fucked Sarah using her piece.

Clare told me that she was trying to be “faithful” to Karen, despite sleeping regularly with Brenda, her top, me, and occasionally both Sarah and I together. And there was more…

Since my phone call, Clare completed her Brenda date with touchy-feely Helen. I didn’t know the details of the date, but I knew the light blue Mini was now hers.

It seemed to me that one night with Sarah wasn’t such a big deal, and I questioned why she was holding back. Clare relented. It appeared the bigger issue was her wearing a fake cock around me, as that embarrassed her.

We came to an agreement that Clare would pleasure Sarah with her strap-on cock privately, and I wouldn’t disturb them. Then I came up with the “Girl’s Only” sign, which placated Clare.

I wanted my girlfriends to stay close and be best friends, as well as lovers. Liz may have stirred up deeper feelings within Sarah, and I didn’t want her to regress. I didn’t want Sarah to feel she needed to mask her sexual attraction to other ladies.

That night I slept on my own, hoping my two girlfriends were further bonding in the other room. That Clare would help Sarah get over Liz and that there wouldn’t be any need for the MILF to be part of our future lives.

As I lay there on my own, I hoped that tonight was the start of a dynamic change in our rapport and that a genuine three-way relationship was being born.

While I knew she only wore it for sex, Clare needed to feel comfortable wearing her fake cock around me. So I had sacrificed tonight with a view that it was another step on the road to our future.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still alone, and I took a chance by cracking open the “Girls Only” bedroom door. Sarah and Clare were still asleep.

Clare’s arm was around Sarah, their breasts uncovered as the duvet had been pushed down.

It was a beautiful, caring sight. I nipped back to my room, got my camera, and quietly took a picture. It was one I planned to put up on my bedroom wall.

*****

This Christmas felt strange to me. It was the first one I had spent not living at home, and I only slept at my parent’s house on Christmas Eve. The pull-out couch was not the most comfortable of places to sleep; my old bedroom was now a dining room and the scene for the Christmas lunch.

It was enjoyable to spend time with my parents, my two brothers, and their other halves, though the highlight for me was when Sarah popped in to see my family and show off her dark blue Fiesta car.

After brief calls to both my girls on Christmas Day morning, I left my parents as soon as they had taken residence in front of the television to watch the Queen’s speech.

The Christmas got even stranger when, on the spur of the moment, I decided to visit Stanley Stone to wish him a Merry Xmas.

Five minutes later we were chatting over his Highland Park scotch. He told me that I was his only visitor of the day, so he was very pleased to see me, though I sensed he would have even been happier if Sarah had been with me.

I explained that she was having a family Christmas at home, and she wanted to make the most of it, especially as her younger brother, Gary, is still a believer.

“Aren’t we all?” Stanley chuckled.

“I wish,” I replied, “having two girlfriends doubles the cost of presents.”

We clinked our glasses in agreement, and I realised that Stanley’s scotch had been open for a while; this was not his first drink of the day. I went on and told him that Sarah was planning on moving in with me in January and that Clare fully supported her in doing so.

Stanley seemed impressed. “If I had suggested two girlfriends to Madeline, I know I would have been sleeping in the spare room, though that doesn’t mean we didn’t have our fun.”

We sipped our alcohol in brief reflection, and I realised how much I enjoyed drinking Stanley’s scotch.

“You know Sarah is a clever woman; her French is now extremely good, especially when we consider she only knew a few words six months ago.”

“I know, she got bumped up to the advanced class,” I said with a smile. “I am very proud of her. Sarah seems to have a knack for languages. She is even thinking of learning Spanish once she has become fluent in French.”

“Well, that's another language I can help her with, that and Italian.”

We clinked our glasses together and finished the scotch. Stanley was quick to refill them. I was feeling very relaxed; this was very different from how I spent all my previous Christmas Day evenings.

With the scotch now flowing and our friendship growing with every sip, Stanley pointed to his latest commissioned painting. It was a lighthouse, which was also a well-known landmark. His brushwork was exquisite, especially where he captured the stormy water breaking over the rocks.

“This commission I only finished this morning, ten thousand pounds, and it is for a well-known yacht club.” Stanley smiled, knowing I would have asked.

He then circled with his hand above his head. Without saying the name, I knew he was indicating a crown and that this painting was destined to be possibly seen by royalty.

Stanley stood and then walked, while hardly using his stick, to another canvas, which he put on his spare easel. It was the full nude that Sarah had been recently posing for, but now it was nearly finished.

“What do you think?” Stanley questioned as he returned to his chair, my cock stirring as I took in Sarah’s beauty.

“I think your leg is getting better,” I chose to say, knowing he wanted to talk about the portrait but feeling we needed another scotch or two before we opened up to each other.

Stanley looked at his right knee. “Well, the scotch is good; it helps numb the pain. But you are right; it is getting stronger, and that is partially down to Sarah, too. She has given me a new zest for painting, even life. If it keeps improving, the doctors say that in the summer, I might be ready for surgery.”

With Sarah's nude portrait staring down at us, we talked about the knee. The exercises he was now doing and how one day there was a chance that it would be replaced and he would be able to walk something like he used to.

As Stanley spoke, our scotch seemingly evaporated from our glasses. He went on to tell me about Madeline and how he met and became besotted with her. That she came from a wealthy family and that he still owns a chateau to the south of Paris, which is rented out, but maybe one day we could go there.

All this was news to me, and by my fourth glass, I was beginning to feel the Scotch's effect, and our tongues were getting looser. Stanley went on to tell me how Madeline used to enjoy modelling, and when she didn’t model nude for him, she used to do it for fellow artists and how sometimes they all got a little carried away.

“But that was back in the sixties; it was a carefree life. Just go to think, our best friends then…” Stanley stopped talking and pointed to a photo that was resting on a bookcase. It showed a couple standing in front of what looked like a large farmhouse. “That our best friends then owned a brothel; they said it was the most profitable hotel in Paris, and judging by the size of the place they retired to in Corsica, they were right!”

Stanley looked at me and chuckled, “It might have been a carefree life back then, but I never got to have two girlfriends like you… Let’s have another scotch.”

My glass was refilled to the brim, and I thought, "Any more, and I would have a thick head in the morning."

We toasted each other, “Merry Christmas.”

“So, David, what do you think of Sarah posing naked in front of me?”

The question sent a bolt of energy to my core, Stanley’s scotch relaxing me, making me want to tell all. However, I checked myself, as I wasn't sure where this was going. The last thing I wanted to do was upset Stanley; he was too important to Sarah.

“I don’t mind it; Sarah enjoys herself.”

“And do you enjoy it, David?”

“I guess I do… though the French can get a little monotonous.”

Stanley smiled, “Well, you could always try to learn it too!”

I knew he was right.

“Sarah told me that she enjoys modelling,” Stanley expressed, “but you never said what you think of this painting.”

Slowly, I turned to the full nude. Sarah was lying there on her side, her body enticing my eyes towards her breasts and her bald slit.

“It’s the best portrait you've done of Madeline,” I honestly replied, even though the face still resembled Sarah’s.

“I agree, and a few weeks ago, you asked me why I had not asked Sarah to pose fully nude. Now that we had a few of these…” Stanley held up his scotch glass. “I feel it is time to tell you… But please don’t judge me.”

“I promise I won’t,” I honestly replied, and I took another sip, wondering what I was going to hear.

“Sarah is so much like Madeline, and it has caught me by surprise. It’s not just her looks. It's the way she speaks French, her whole persona. Sometimes, I feel I am talking to my twenty-one-year-old wife.

"The more I’m with Sarah, the more I want to touch her and hold her—it is difficult to stay professional.

"For me, it seems Sarah wants to pose naughtily, though I admit she has not said anything directly to me. However, I now gather your question to me came in directly from her, ‘Am I right?”

“Yes,” I replied, my mouth suddenly dry, and I took another large sip of our scotch.

Stanley did the same.

“There is something I want to show you, and then I have a proposal for you and Sarah.”

Stanley beckoned me to follow him as he walked over to a large chest, which he opened. In it, there were rows of unframed, hanging canvases.

He pulled out a couple.

The first showed Madeline engaged in sex with another woman, and the second, Madeline with a white man in front of her, his erect cock in her mouth, while a black man was pleasuring her from behind.

I had seen Greek art similar to this, but that was all…

“Madeline used to call these Porntings, which always made me chuckle. However, for now, let’s put them away, and we can return to our scotch, and I will explain all.”

With our glasses recharged, Stanley continued…

"When we were young, in our country chateau, clothes were often only an optional extra. Madeline enjoyed a carefree life and the attention of people looking at her naked body. We were libertines, and I let her enjoy sex with other people. I often watched and occasionally joined in.

It was during this time that I started to receive private requests to paint canvases that were more on the erotic side. With my approval, Madeline started posing for these, and ‘Porntings’ was born."

“So these, Porntings, are you expecting Sarah to pose for them?” I asked, needing to clarify.

"No… After all, who would purchase them now? I just want you both to be aware of them; that is all. However, if Sarah ever shows interest, the payment would be ten times more than what I currently offer her."

My mouth fell open, unable to contain my shock at such an extraordinary amount.

Stanley continued… “I see Sarah now chooses to wear an anklet, and while I understand it could just be a fashion item. For people of my generation, it represents a lady that could be bought.”

“A prostitute?”

“Yes, a prostitute, David. However, this brings us back to your original question: Why hadn't I asked Sarah to pose fully nude until the last painting?"

Stanley drained his glass, and I followed suit. I felt cautious but also intrigued.

“You see, David, I can’t think of anything better than to have Sarah spread those beautiful long legs for me, just like she so elegantly did on that day when you both sat on that very settee.

As I mentioned earlier, the problem is Sarah is too much like a young, vibrant Madeline. I would try to act professionally, but there will come a moment when I will want to touch her, cuddle her, and even fuck her… Yes, David, I would pay to have sex with your girlfriend, and seeing that anklet gave me hope.”

Stanley passed me a piece of paper; on it was a list of sexual acts. Each one had a price next to it. I read down the list. It started with mild touching and ended with spending the full night in his bed. 

“As I said, David, don’t judge me, but now you know why I have held back in painting Sarah fully nude. The simple truth is… I don’t trust myself.”

I looked at Stanley, somewhat stunned.

“Do you think Sarah would be interested in any of the items on the list?”

“I don’t know, Stanley… I don’t know… How can I bring this up? If I did, she would likely not want to model for you anymore.”

“Talk to her, David. If she wants to pose explicitly, remember that it pays double. Maybe she can accept some mild touching... I am trying to be open and honest with you!”

I left Stanley wondering how I was going to tell my girlfriend about his proposal. I didn’t want her to hear it directly from him.

One thing was for certain: this had been my strangest Christmas Day!

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