The whole rental business of the pleasure boats was in its own way a scam for the owners to get access to the guests' personal details. That allowed their customers to win the free chips for gambling that might send them to the tables in an unscheduled side trip to test the benign nature of lady luck. More often than not, they were hooked for the duration or until the money ran out, whichever came first in the fast-changing environment.  

Sometimes it was the wives that caught the gaming bug and they pulled out all the stops to get a chance at winning some serious money.

I was constantly surprised at the whims of human nature that favored sitting down at a betting table instead of getting a shot at one of the glamorous models that stalked the hallways and the private rooms of the paying guests. There was an entire multi-layered system of comps and perks for the gambling guests that left them with a feeling of getting something for nothing even though they might have lost a bundle at the gambling tables.

Even the most gorgeous of the showgirls understood how important it was to lure the gullible prospects down to the gaming tables to get them started down that road to perdition that left them with empty pockets and a feeling that they had been fleeced by professionals.   

I was getting along sweet and low with Jackie and Jill and we looked like an old married couple except for the fact I had two wives instead of the standard one. Sometimes when we danced on one of the terraces with beautiful background lights, I swung the two hot-to-trot house cunts on both arms like a matched pair of prime, fully-comped pussies. It was hard work to satisfy them both after the lights went down low behind the circular bed because they were the type that needed lots of loving from top to bottom and all over again.

I have to admit their beautiful backsides looked so much alike when their heads were buried in the pillows that I was only guessing at who I was poking from behind in those magic hours after midnight behind the locked doors of our faux honeymoon suite.

Eventually, I was able to get lots of inspiring motivation from the way that Jackie would grunt like a sailor when I bottomed out in her sweet heart-shaped buttocks. On the other side of the coin, I received plenty of chant-like encouragement in little outbursts of filth from Jill’s pretty mouth when I was riding her ass harder than a cowboy wanting to win the silver buckle. I had the determination to show that beautiful piece of ass that I was the best bareback rider west of the Mississippi River. She was game to the very end and her rear-end was always covered with the sheen of honest sweat and other juices of unknown origin.  

Now that Lenny was out of the way, Ramon and I were ready to really enjoy ourselves fucking our way through the house pussy under the pretense that we were merely doing our jobs and taking inventory of the company assets.

None of our live-in girlfriends seemed to have any problem about that, but with these high-strung beautiful dolls, one never really knew the lie of the land without hearing it right from the horse’s mouth. I was in the mud of hard-core Sin City dicking Jackie and Jill at the same time and not being able to choose between them.

I knew I would probably only be able to take one of them back to Vegas with me when it was time for me to return. I was not too enthusiastic about the process of picking and choosing because I was certain it would leave me with a feeling of guilt about leaving someone behind.

 Besides, I was fairly convinced that neither of the girls would want to separate permanently because they sort of complemented each other’s personality and between them, they made the perfect woman.

The holidays were right around the corner and the gambling crowd slowly changed to pure tourist mix right in front of my eyes. That cut down on the profit margin but I noticed most of the staff were not distraught at the reduction in income because the trade-off was an overall sense of happy times getting nearer every day.

I generally hated the holidays because it put a lot of pressure on me to go out and buy gifts for one and all. If past history was any indicator, I sometimes got the wrong things or overlooked some people I should have remembered without fail, in order to stay ahead in the game and out of trouble.

At least we were in that part of the country that abounded in a free selection of holiday trees provided you were able to find just the right one and it was not on somebody’s property.

There always seemed to be incidents of people getting a load of shotgun pellets in their ass just for cutting down a tree in a sea of trees that spread all the way to the horizon in the distance. I was sorely tempted to buy an imitation tree, but knew it would be met with derision as soon as I had it up and decorated to my personal liking. I think the attitude of the West Coast crowd was that if you had an imitation tree you probably had a defective cock to go with it.

The heavy snowfall took nobody by surprise because the weather forecasters were in seventh heaven describing in great detail which areas would get only a sprinkling of the white stuff and which sections would be buried under multiple inches of the stuff that changed the landscape in every direction.

Jackie and Jill were home before me as I trudged through the white stuff underfoot that nobody had slowed down long enough to actually shovel out of the way.

I think the general idea was that God would show mercy and send the sun to melt the stuff before somebody felt the need for exercise and got a heart attack from the sudden and unexpected stress from unplanned bending and lifting. I knew I would not be in that number because I had already been bitten by the show shoveling bug at a much younger age. I had shoveled enough snow to last me a lifetime and I had no appetite for adding to my lifetime records.  

When I opened the front door, I was greeted by two of Santa’s helpers all dressed in skimpy red and green tight silk costumes. I knew they were supposed to be his helpers, but they looked so delicious in those outfits that all I could think about was how to get them undressed and into the big circular bed with the mirror on the ceiling.

There was nothing as stimulating as the sight of a pair of beautiful young girls' asses staring you in the face as their pretty pussies surrounded your cock and tickled your mouth with lots of wet and wild excitement.

In my humble experience, it was the best way to celebrate the holidays and I managed to fill the happy holiday hours with non-stop happy endings that seemed to be on an endless loop and packing infinite blessings from the gods.  Those two sexy girls repeatedly drained me of my man-juice and made me feel like my powers of long-lasting carnal bliss were certain to stretch right on into the New Year.

The hours seemed to fly by because we were all so engrossed in our studies of meeting our partner’s needs for reaching the pinnacle of satisfaction that time stood still and we had no inclination to end the experiment in pleasure.  

At some point, I was buried to the hilt in Jill’s pretty ass and Jackie was trying to listen to a girlfriend’s conversation on the cell phone as she sucked my willing mouth with her tender tongue. It was amazing how she was able to do two completely different chores at the same time and I opened my mouth wide to make her task a little bit easier.

The impish Jill was twisting and turning every which way but up directly underneath me and I had to hold her hips steady with firm hands to keep my dick from falling out of her slickly wet rear door. She vigorously humped up with furious enthusiasm to meet my cock halfway to show her complete cooperation with the program of three-way fucking.

Jill was still fully dressed in her pretty elf costume with the exception of her ass being free as a bird and looking distressed from the recent spanking I had administered with a heavy hand. My endeavors were accompanied with loads of laughter from Jackie continually getting her nose in the way of my heavy hand on her best friend’s pretty ass.

I could tell from the way that Jackie was trying to get me to transfer my happy cock from Jill’s primed posterior to her overactive mouth that she was eager to share in the festivities.

Under normal circumstances, I would have made the switch to keep things on an even keel, but I was so close to shooting my load that I stayed in Jill’s tightly happy hole and sprayed her internal feminine parts with my creamy goodness making her purr like a little kitten. The way she did that only made me want to do her again only a little bit harder and pulling her hair back firmly so I could see the terrible lust in her eyes when I gave it to her good and proper just like she deserved for her greedy depravity.

I knew I was in for a long night when I saw Jackie putting on a strap-on with a long ten-inch black shaft attached to it. It looked like a mean-spirited ass buster with no sense of pity for any ass that fell into its clutches in the hours after midnight. I knew that Jackie had a sadistic tone to her personality matrix and I sensed she was right at home when she climbed into the saddle on my suddenly suspicious buttocks.

I was so caught up in accelerating my plunging hips between Julie’s happy thighs spreading them out wide-open with her ankles tickling my ears in unladylike throes of pleasure that I allowed her to take me without serious objection. Julie announced her soon to arrive orgasm with a series of grunts that drowned out my heartfelt whimpers of shock at Jackie’s driving intrusion between my private ass cheeks.

I was torn between my need to spray Julie’s insides with my joy-juice that I lowered my defenses and gave the resolute Jackie her way with my manhood at the same time.

The three of us moved together like a single animal taking and giving all at the same time.

In the end, it was a win-win-win for all three of us and there were no winners or no losers in the game of lust.