Cuddle fantasy

My most longstanding sexual fantasy (and if anything, it’s more of a romantic fantasy than it is a sexual one) consists of cuddling naked with two women during a blizzard or thunderstorm. We’re in a four-poster bed with the curtains drawn. There’s a fireplace outside the bed. The bed’s got an electric blanket on it. We’re wrapped head-to-toe in a fur throw and a down comforter. I’m lying on my back; the women are on either side of me, cuddled up to me. Their heads are beneath my chin, my face is buried in their hair, their cheeks are pressed against my heartbeat, their breasts are pressed against my belly, their genitals are pressed against my thighs, and our legs are intertwined. We’ve got a hot water bottle; it’s on top of my chest and their breasts, and their arms are slung across on top of it. They’re stroking each other’s cheeks; I’ve got one arm each around both of them, and I’ve got my hands on top of theirs as they stroke, squeezing very gently. I’m turning from one to the other to kiss both of them on top of the head and whisper sweet nothings to them. We’re just lying there, listening to the sounds of the storm outside and each other’s breathing (hell, perhaps we’ve even got some classical music playing very softly as a lullaby…), luxuriating in the feel of the covers and each other’s skin, before eventually falling asleep for hours and hours, all safe and snug from the storm…