"So, was that good for you?" I teased Inga over the speaker phone, as I lay on top of our lovely daughter.
"Yes, very much so, and it will be even better when you're fucking both of us regularly. I'm going to love sharing you...and my other two men, with my sweet Magda. Imagine, darling, the five of us together, living in the same place, doing whatever we please. I especially love the idea of you men making both of us airtight, though threesomes of all kinds will be great...and I adore the idea of Frederik and you spit-roasting Bjorg, you in his ass, Frederik in his mouth, or vice versa. A pretty boy like Bjorg makes such an adorable bottom, of course. He's a complete bottom, you know. I'm not sure how versatile Frederik is, but I know that he's at least a little bit of a Top, not an absolute bottom like Bjorg. You're going to love buggering him, just as Frederik does," Inga encouraged my lusts, including any bi-curiosity that I might have toward her husband and stepson.
"So, Bjorg isn't going to want to put his cock back there, but Frederik might. Duly noted. I've never plowed a young man's ass before, but I won't knock it until I've tried it. It sounds like a regular bacchanalia that you've planned for us, my dear, between Magda and you. I like that idea for sure. But there is the obvious question of where would we live...here or Denmark or both...or neither? Any thoughts on that, and also how to get Frederik and Bjorg on board with this plan?" I inquired while now lying on my back and holding a very naked and delighted Magda in my arms.
"Do not worry about my husband and stepson. They're halfway to this, anyway, given our little menage a trois already going on...as to living together, let's table that discussion until we're all on the same page about everything else. I am confident that once we commit to living together as a group marriage, as a family, the details of our residence and such will matter far less. We will only care about living together and making love to each other by that point. I wonder if we could manage to locate a bed large enough for five people, anyway. Or maybe one can be constructed. Imagine that project!
"All I know is that I look forward to the day that we can all get it on together, collapse together, and those of us who smoke can light up a cigarette afterward to celebrate the great orgy that we just enjoyed. We could even travel back and forth from one place to the other, depending on the seasons. Or we could sell all of our places and buy a brand new one somewhere, us older folks retire or something, maybe get into gardening, who knows? We'd be rich enough between us to not need to do the hustle and bustle, the rat race, anymore. We could take it easy and enjoy life for its many pleasures. Just a thought. As retirements go, that doesn't sound bad, does it?" Inga proposed as I let my daughter rest her pretty head on my shoulder and stroked her hair with my left hand.
"A life of leisure, luxury, and lechery. I like the sound of that for sure. We could be be like one of those old hippie communes, with the free love, gardening, nudism, and such. Or whatever else we wish to be. In any case, I enjoyed my rise to wealth and power by means of the law, but I'm no spring chicken anymore, and if I want to actually live a little before I die, I might want to ease up on the stress, the hectic pace, the long-ass days, billable hours, etc. That's just a recipe for working myself into the grave and I would rather fuck my way there instead. After all, one doesn't acquire money for its own sake, but for what it can do for you. It's about time that I put mine to good use.
"With that in mind, given the number of vacation days that I have saved up, I plan to max them out and start reducing my workload in general. I'm senior managing partner of this firm, but I wouldn't mind taking a backseat and letting some of the younger, more ambitious legal eagles pick up the slack. I've just finished a case this summer, in fact, and I simply won't take on a new one for at least this week, using that time to enjoy a little holiday, as you Europeans call it.
"Knowing what a workaholic I've tended to be, some of my colleagues will be shocked, but it's time for me to think of myself for a change and also of Magda here...enjoy her remaining days here in Nevada before she flies back to Denmark and you. Hell, maybe I should tag along with her, given that I have six weeks of vacation time accrued by now that I simply haven't used. Late summer in Denmark doesn't sound too bad, at least not to me. I could get a better feel for the future that way, if you don't mind my inviting myself to your home," I suggested.
