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Jicarilla Flats

Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now

Chapter 20

Romance Sex Story: Chapter 20 - A very lucky unlucky pilot finds his way into fortune from the wreckage of his downed aircraft. After returning to the civilized world from his nightmare away from home, his good fortune continues, and continues. Some want to stop him, and some want to seek revenge on his friends, but his good fortune holds. Follow Charlie in his adventures as he turns a valley into paradise and makes it his home.

Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   Military   Rags To Riches   War   Polygamy/Polyamory   Slow  

I don’t think Laura is prescient. I just think she has women’s intuition and Sylvia and she made sure to bring another woman’s desires to fruition. I also think they are a couple of horny wenches who had no compunction about putting some strange on my dick and attacking her girlfriend.

It was much like I remembered. Courtney was a treat in bed, very giving, very loving, very physical, yet soft, warm, and so very sexy.

Lori didn’t miss her much during the foray, as she was being eaten out by Sylvia with Laura making herself at home sitting on Lori’s face.

I was happy that my fiancées were happy having a physical relationship with each other, as well as with me, but finding them still open to others and comfortable about it, caused an alarm to go off in the back of my head. I knew I needed to corral that thought and bring it up with them when cooler heads prevailed.

An hour later, after much kissing, fondling, talking about the past, present, and future, I’m going to say the girls became very fond of each other. They traded places, Sylvia and Laura putting Lori on top of my erection, then they attacked Courtney with enough fervor to make sure she knew she was welcome in our home, our bed, and our hearts.

With the guests not only well run through, but sexually sated for the time being, Sylvia brought Courtney to my right side, spooned behind her, and comforted her to sleep. Laura did the same with Lori on my left.

Sylvia and Laura touched their fingers over me, then touched my lips. Both told me ‘Good night’ and ‘I love you’ at pretty much the same time. Sleep came easy. We were a crew of tired puppies after all of the physical exertion the lovemaking took to accomplish. I don’t want it to sound like it was work, since it certainly wasn’t, but it was definitely a workout.

The breakfast table started out with just the three of us, the current residents of Jicarilla Flats.

“Girls, I have a fear. I want to share it and get your response. I don’t want to lose either of you after falling so far and so deeply in love with you both. I am blessed that you two get along and seem to love each other at this point. I ... I...”

“Out with it, Charlie. We have committed ourselves to you. Both of us have. You have been told that. We can prove it over time, but we need the chance to do that. Just tell us what you’re thinking, and we’ll discuss it.” Sylvia was adamant.

“Okay. Here goes. You two have taken to our guests, treating them like family, and even making love to them. We, all three of us at one time or another have admitted that sex to us, at this stage in our lives, doesn’t get taken lightly, and will only be practiced in the framework of a loving, permanent relationship. Are you still of the same mind, or will some young buck come by and steal you away from me?”

I got two stares, two head tilts, two head shakes, then Laura looked at Sylvia, getting a nod, then spoke. “Your fear is unfounded. That’s all we can say. Those two girls in our bed are not strangers. You had sex with them before you met us. We think you were making love to them, too, even if it was at a basic level. Courtney certainly thinks so. She’s in love with you. Lori is enamored, to some degree, and doesn’t want anything right now except Courtney’s happiness. That’s love, in and of itself. You aren’t going to lose either of us, Charlie. We’re here for the duration. How does that mushy stuff go? Until the stars burn out. Until the moon no longer rises. Whatever. We’ll be here until well after the cows come home. Sylvia?”

“What she said,” Sylvia quipped, making light of serious situation by using a previously used humorous comment. “Until you don’t want us here anymore. How’s that one?”

“That’ll never happen. All right, ladies. I’m letting my insecurities get in the way of my life, and there’s no room for that, evidently.” They both nodded. “So, there is love in the other room?” They nodded again.

“No.” It was Lori. “Love is in the kitchen.” They all shared little hugs, then both of the guests came to me, shared a hug and a kiss with me, then turned, facing the table where Sylvia and Laura were. In perfect tandem, they said, “Coffee!”

Laughter is the best medicine, for sure. We talked over eggs and toast, Lori telling us she heard a bit of the conversation and advising me not to worry. They weren’t going to see anyone else, either, having found what each of them wants, not only in a man, but in a family.

“What are the chances, Charlie, of you letting us stay here for a while, if we promise to help out and not cause too much of a drain on your resources?”

“Pretty good, right now. I felt a strong connection last year, and it’s only stronger now that we’ve shared ourselves again, not to mention the girls sharing themselves with you as well. Sylvia and Laura are happy about the situation. They feel a draw as well.”

It was decided then, that the girls would move to New Mexico, do what they could to make themselves useful, and hang out with the Comptons on the Jicarilla Flats.

Useful wasn’t the half of it. They started a garden, made sure we made wise choices about a few animals we decided on keeping around, and provided scenery that even Laura and Sylvia said was ‘optimal’. Sylvia has a way with words.

They also helped us keep an eye on the place, the surroundings, and even did a site survey, riding their four wheelers around the perimeter, noting every nook, cranny, and point of interest on the property. Had they not done that, it would probably have been years before I knew I had two small springs feeding Jawbone Creek right there on our property. They were located roughly at the ends of the runway, on the south side, away from the lodge and the rest of the built-up area.

There were small pools at the base of one of the springs whereas the other one came out from a rock ledge and ran right into the creek. Both were very nice to have and could be used for an emergency water supply if needed. Being at the base of the hills on the south edge of the property, it was possibly a different aquifer from the one we used for our well which was north side of the house and lodge.

Water samples were taken and sent off to the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque, being returned with even better news. Traces of healthy minerals were found. In other words, using that source for our drinking water would be a plus for all of us. Courtney set out to capture that possibility, and we let her run with it. Within a month, we had a five-gallon water cooler in the corner of the kitchen and a couple of jugs of our mineral water in the refrigerator. It’s good to find good help.

One afternoon while they were out wasting gas and time both, they called to let us know there was a helicopter following them around. I immediately got on our radio, the one we can use from the house to listen to the local airdrome traffic and had them identify themselves and their intentions.

 
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