A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 01

Author's note: This story is the latest installment in the ongoing adventures of Jimmy, Isabelle (Izzy) and Eliza, a throuple that is planning to get married. The story so far:

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She Wasn't Really My Ex (five parts): Jimmy and Izzy take a vacation in New York City, where they meet up with Jimmy's old flame Christina. Adventurous Izzy seduces Christina into a threesome that opens Jimmy's eyes to just how generous and wild Izzy is.

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Reconnecting with Eliza (three parts): Jimmy's estranged college friend Eliza comes to Boston to repair their friendship. Knowing that Jimmy always had a crush on Eliza, Izzy plays the instigator again, wanting her man to enjoy himself. The sex between the three of them sparks feelings, and no one is immune. Can a long-distance poly relationship work?

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Can We Be Three? (six parts): Jimmy is ready to propose to Izzy. But what about Eliza? Will she move to Boston to be with them? Can he put rings on both their fingers?

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The stories above have all been told from Jimmy's perspective. In this new series, the story will shift from his perspective to Eliza's or Izzy's at times. Just an FYI. Point of view changes will be clearly marked.

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Jimmy

"I don't think I can keep going," I said. I was exhausted. Sweat stung my eyes.

Izzy looked down at me with a big smile on her face. Her face dripped with sweat. "Don't stop, baby. You're almost there."

I groaned as I put everything I had into one last push.

"That's it, Jimmy!" Izzy said. Her hair was matted to her forehead. She was a mess but she was glowing and beautiful.

"Ugh!" I was almost there. Just a little further.

"Look at your face!" Izzy said. "You're so red! Come on, baby. Make me proud."

I pressed the barbell higher until my arms were nearly straight, one last rep on my final set of chest presses. Izzy grabbed the bar and helped guide the it onto the rack.

She and I had been hitting the gym together lately. She was a great workout partner and a good spotter. As I sat up on the bench, she gave me a high five

"Eight reps at one hundred and seventy-five pounds," Izzy said. "Not bad."

"You want to do another set?" I asked. "You maxed out at what? One hundred?"

Izzy wiped her face with a white towel. "I'm done. Let's hit the showers."

I showered in the men's locker room and met Izzy in the lobby of the health club. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a loose gray hoodie and very tight, light blue yoga pants. Her butt looked so sexy in. She was reading something on her phone.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

She nodded and held my hand as we walked outside. The health club was a fifteen minute walk from our apartment.

"Jimmy, I've been reading about the domestic partnership rights in Cambridge and Somerville," she said.

A few weeks ago, I had proposed to Izzy and our girlfriend Eliza at the same time. Eliza had been dating us long-distance for seven months, but I'd known her for more than ten years. She had been my best friend in college. Izzy, on the other hand, had been my girlfriend for nearly two-and-a-half years.

Of course, three-way marriages aren't legal anywhere. We were planning to move to Cambridge or Somerville, which had legalized polyamorous domestic partnerships. Izzy and I would be legally married, and Eliza would be our domestic partner. Eliza had insisted on that arrangement, and I wasn't quite sure why. Eliza said that Izzy and I had been on the marriage track long before she joined our relationship, which was true. But that wasn't exactly a great reason for her to defer to Izzy.

If Eliza wanted more than a domestic partnership arrangement, Izzy and I needed to know. It would help to talk about this in person, but Eliza lived seven hundred miles away in Washington D. C. In two weeks, she would move up to Boston to live with us. Until then, it was difficult for us to get a good read on what she was really thinking about the legalities of our poly marriage.

"Okay," I said. "Is there something wrong with what you're reading?"

"Eliza will get visitation rights in local hospitals and prisons." Izzy rolled her eyes at that. Clearly she didn't anticipate any of us getting convicted of a crime. "When I have kids, she'll have some limited parental rights, like the right to interact with our kids' schools, but only if we allow it. If one of us works for the city, she can be on our health insurance. That's about it."

As we walked hand in hand, she turned and lifted her eyebrows at me, clearly ready for me to say something.

"I'm hearing that you don't think that's enough," I said.

"Of course it's not enough. And we'll have limited rights with her. If she gets really sick, we won't be able to make medical decisions for her. If she has babies with you, I won't be a real mother to them. If we break up-"

"We won't break up," I said.

She shook her head. "You can't guarantee that. If we break up, she won't have any rights. We could totally screw her over and keep all our shared property."

"We wouldn't do that."

"My point is that she's vulnerable, and I'm not. I don't like the imbalance."

I sighed and squeezed her hand. "I don't like it either."

"Well, I'm glad we're on the same page," she said. "Jimmy, we need to talk to her about it."

"We have talked to her. Several times. And she always insists she's happy with our plan."

"I know. But why? It doesn't feel right. Why should she have less legal standing than me?"

I didn't have a good answer to that question, because I didn't understand why Eliza insisted on deferring to Izzy. It had something to do with Izzy being first to date me, but that was arbitrary.

Regardless, unless I did something about this situation right now, she would toss and turn all night thinking about Eliza. Both of us would be exhausted tomorrow and sleepwalk through our work days. "We'll call her tonight and talk to her about it," I said..

After dinner, we sat on the couch and made a video call to Eliza. The phone rang five times before she finally picked up. Her glossy black hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She smiled. "James! Isabelle!. I miss your faces."

"You saw our faces yesterday," I said.

"I miss seeing your faces in person," she said.

Izzy leaned closer to my phone. "Eliza, did we interrupt something?"

Eliza was lying in bed. She blew hair out of her eyes and shook her head. "No, not really."

We could see only her face and shoulders, but her shoulders were bare. I suspected she was naked.

Izzy turned to me and lifted an eyebrow. "Elle was masturbating."

Eliza's eyes bulged. "I was not!"

This conversation was supposed to be about the legalities of our upcoming marriage, but it had derailed quickly.

"Don't lie to your fiancés," Izzy said. "It doesn't bode well for the health of our marriage."

I suppressed a laugh.

Eliza closed her eyes and sighed. "Okay, fine! I was masturbating."

My stomach did a little flip. "What were you thinking about?" I asked.

Eliza opened her eyes and stared into the camera. She bit her lip nervously, which I found so sexy. "I was thinking about you."

"Both of us?" Izzy asked.

"Of course!" Eliza said.

"Nice," I said.

"What exactly were we doing in this fantasy of yours?" Izzy asked.

"This isn't fair!" Eliza said. "I'm down here all alone while you have each other."

"Are you saying that you're horny and frustrated?" Izzy asked.

"Yes. I'm frustrated. I'm alone."

"Izzy stop teasing her," I said.

Izzy gave me a playful shove. "I'm not teasing her. I just want to know what she thinks about when she fantasizes about us. Don't you?"

I shook my head. I decided to change the subject. "You'll be with us soon, Elle."

Eliza huffed and looked away from the camera. "Not soon enough."

"I know it's not fair that I get him to myself for another couple weeks," Izzy said. "But very soon you will be living in this apartment and sleeping in our bed. This will be your home. And we will make you come every night."

"Oh stop it," Eliza said. "You are such a troublemaker, Isabelle."

"So, tell us what you were thinking about before we called," Izzy said.

"It's not important," Eliza said.

"Please, Elle. I want to know," Izzy said.

Her eyes flared at us. She wasn't angry. There was something else in her eyes. "Fine! James was on top of me and we were making love. And Isabelle was lying beside me, kissing me and saying dirty things."

"Was that working for you?" Izzy asked.

"It usually does," Eliza said.

"I know something that will work even better," Isabelle said.

"Izzy," I said quietly just for her ears. "This isn't why we called her."

"We'll get to that," she murmured. She pulled her tee-shirt over her head. As was often the case on a Friday night at home, she was braless.

Eliza's lips formed a thin line. "You are incorrigible," she said.

"That's one of the reasons you love me so much." Izzy slid her jeans over her hips and dropped them on the floor.

Yes," Eliza said. "I love my little troublemaker. My total opposite. I think it's why we fit together too well."

"I think Jimmy likes how we fit together. Don't you, baby?"

I laughed. "I really do."

"Gimme that." Izzy took my phone and placed it on the coffee table. She left it balanced against a stack of books so that it provided Eliza a view of both of us on the couch. "Get your closes off, honey."

I stripped off my shirt and my jeans. Izzy helped me with my boxers.

Eliza adjusted her own phone, giving us a view of her in her bed, leaning against her headboard. She was nude. Her legs were pressed together to block our view of her pussy.

"Spread your legs for us," I said.

Eliza raised an eyebrow. I'd been mostly neutral about this little seduction, letting the girls push and pull each other. My words must have caught Eliza off guard.

"Perhaps you should ask me nicely," Eliza said.

"Please show us your sexy body," I said.

She parted her leg obscenely wide, which opened her swollen labia.

"So pretty," Izzy said as she removed her panties. "Okay, Elle. You're horny and lonely. We're here to help. Tell us what you'd like to see."

"This is so embarrassing," Eliza said.

"Elle, the three of us have had pornographic sex countless times," I said. "How could this be embarrassing."

"Her filthy side needs to be coaxed out," Izzy said to me. She spread her legs and looked into the camera. "Watch me, baby."

Izzy licked the fingers of her right hand and moved them to her pussy. She started by spreading her lips open and teasing the petals of her inner labia before driving one finger into her channel. Izzy slowly looked my way and smiled.

I closed the distance between us and kissed her. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue. As she whimpered into my mouth, she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her breast. I took the hint and started to caress it and tease the nipple.

We broke our kiss and turned back to my phone. Eliza was touching herself, using one hand to finger her pussy while the other massaged her clit. She was clearly picking up where she left off when we interrupted her with our call. No easing into things. She was already moving at full speed.

"Isabelle, stroke his cock," Eliza said.

Izzy's free hand wrapped around my shaft and started to work up and down. She leaned over and spit on it.

"Oh, god," Eliza said. "Do that again."

Izzy spat a second time and stroked.

I dropped my head back on the couch. "Fuck."

We lingered like that for a while, the girls masturbating while Izzy jerked me off.

"Oh! Oh!" Eliza moved her hips in little circles as she fucked herself.

"Are you getting close?" Izzy asked.

"Yes," Eliza said. "I was pretty close when you called." She bit her lip as she fought to keep her eyes focused on us. She was getting lost in the pleasure she was giving herself.

"Why did you pick up the phone?" I asked.

"Because I miss the fuck out of you," Eliza grunted.

"What would you like to see next? Izzy said.

"Ride him," Eliza said. "But face the camera. I want to see your face while he fucks you."

Without releasing her grip on my dick, Izzy climbed into my lap with her back to me and took me into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" I said. She felt amazing as she bucked down on me while making little circles with her hips. I immediately felt myself heading to the edge.

"That is so hot!" Eliza was fucking herself so intensely we could hear her hand slapping against herself. Her fingers were nearly a blur.

"His dick feels so fucking good, Elle," Izzy said. She moved a hand to my cheek and pulled me into another kiss.

"I want it," Eliza said. "I want his cock in me. I need it."

"You'll have it," Izzy said. "When we fly down to D. C., his dick is one hundred percent yours."

"I want you, too," Eliza said. "I need your hands and tongue on me."

"You'll have it," Izzy said.

"James, play with her clit," Eliza said.

I licked my fingers and massaged Izzy's hood until the little bud swelled. I pinched it between two fingers.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" Izzy hunched forward and her feet hit the floor with a thud. She used this new position to raised her pelvis up and down ridiculously fast.

"Izzy! Holy shit!" I was trying to hold on for one of both of the girls to come first, but I was rapidly losing control.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" I looked at my phone. Eliza legs were shaking as her head dropped back. She yelled at the ceiling.

Izzy let out a long keening sound as she fucked me like a machine. I lost contact with her clit, but it didn't matter. I felt her pussy squeeze down as she came.

"Come inside me, baby," Izzy finally said.

I thrust up to meet her a few times as I finally let go. She cooed happily and sank into my lap as my dick pulsed inside her. She climbed off my lap and snatched some tissues from the table before sitting down next me and cleaning herself up.

Eliza was still panting. She scooted away from her headboard and lay down. She picked up her phone and brought it close to her face. "That was nice. Thank you."

"Our pleasure," I said.

"I can't wait to be with you," Eliza said. She brought her left hand into the camera view and flashed us her engagement ring. I glanced at Izzy's. I smiled to myself, feeling grateful and lucky that they had both accepted those diamonds.

We chatted for a while, catching up on each other's lives. Eventually, Izzy brought up the reason for our call.

"Speaking of marriage..." Izzy said.

Eliza's eyes narrowed. She could see something in our expressions. "What's going on?"

"I think you should be Jimmy's legal wife," Izzy blurted out.

This was not how I thought we were going to handle this conversation. I glared at her, and she simply shrugged back.

Eliza's mouth gaped for a couple seconds before she found her words. "Isabelle, no. I told you that I'm happy with our plan."

"Are you really?" I asked. "You're signing up for a situation where you have fewer rights and protections."

"Sure, but I trust you," Eliza said.

"I like that you trust us," Izzy said. "But you should want more out of this than good faith."

Eliza's lips tightened and she looked away from the camera. "You've already offered me more than I deserve," she said. When she looked at us again, her lip was trembling.

"What do you mean by more than you deserve?" Izzy asked.

Eliza closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Isabelle, you have been a wonderful partner to him from day one. I know it."

"So have you," I said.

"No, James. I haven't. I broke your heart."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'm talking about senior year. About the threesome we had. And how it ruined our friendship."

Eliza and I had been best friends in college, but I always had a crush on her, a crush that never went anywhere other than a random threesome with her and her boyfriend senior year. That threesome ruined our friendship. Eliza reached out seven years later to rekindle our friendship. When she came to visit me in Boston to reconnect, one thing led to another, thanks to Izzy's instigation. By the end of that weekend, the three of us were dating. Seven months after that, I put a ring on her finger.

"That's ancient history," I said.

"James, do you remember the conversation we had a week after that hookup?"

I wasn't entirely sure what conversation she was talking about. After we stumbled into a threesome with her shitty boyfriend Jean-Francois, Eliza and I had a few awkward and bad conversations. Our friendship slowly died, and we barely spoke for years after we graduated.

"Which conversation are you thinking of?" I asked.

Eliza's eyes were watery. She wiped them with the back of her hand. "You told me you loved me," she said. "Do you remember."

I did remember this conversation. I remembered it very well, even thought I had tried to forget it. "I remember."

"You told me you wanted more than a friendship. You told me that you were in love with me. You asked me to break up with Jean-Francois."

"You said no," I said.

She nodded. "Exactly. I thought we could go back to being friends. I depended on our friendship so much. I thought we could move past what I had unleashed that night. I was so wrong."

My chest hurt. I pressed my hand against it. Izzy squeezed one of my knees.

"You cried, James. Do you remember?"

I nodded. I picked up the phone, no longer comfortable with being naked on camera. I brought it close so that only our faces were visible.

"It was selfish of me to ask you to break up with Jean-Francois," I said. We both screwed up."

"I'll never forgive myself for hurting you like that," Eliza said.

"That was a long time ago," Izzy said. "We've moved past that."

"You need to forgive yourself," I said. "You can't go into this marriage feeling like you deserve less because you hurt me years ago. I hurt you, too, when I stopped talking to you."

"My point is that I made a choice that hurt you," Eliza said. "When I seduced you, and then when I rejected you. Isabelle is the one who accepted and loved you like you deserved. She's the one who should legally marry you. She deserves it."

"You're just punishing yourself," I said.

"Maybe. Do you remember the first night the three of us shared together. You looked into Isabelle's eyes and told her you wanted to marry her."

"That was before you joined our relationship," Izzy said. "At that point, you were just casual hookup to us. Things are much different now."

"Yes, but you were so excited, Isabelle," Eliza said. Her eyes softened. She shook her head. "I don't want to stop you from marrying him. You deserve to have that. I love you both, and I want to build a life with you. But I will feel so guilty if I take away your chance to marry him for real. You deserve to have that."

"And you don't?" I said.

"Exactly," Eliza said.

Izzy and I looked at each other. Neither of us said anything.

"Do you understand?" Eliza asked.

"I understand," I said. "But I don't agree. You don't have to make amends... or whatever this is."

Izzy put her arm around my back and kissed my cheek.

"I know," Eliza said. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. "But we're going to have a great life together. I believe in that. Let's just focus on that."

"Elle, I want you to have everything I have," Izzy said.

"What I need right now is for both of you to come down here and help me move. Help me tell my family what we're planning. Because that's going to be very scary." She laughed sadly.

"We will," I said. "But..."

"Just be here for me," Eliza said. "That's what I need, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"And then we can tell Jimmy's family and my family," Izzy said.

Izzy and my families would be thrilled that I had proposed to Izzy. That part didn't need explaining. It was the addition of Eliza to our relationship that would shock and confuse them.

"Maybe after I move in, we can talk more about how all this will work," Eliza said. "But I don't want to hear another word from Isabelle about me being the wife and her being a domestic partner."

Izzy sighed. "We can talk things out after we tell our families about us."

"Good," Eliza said. "Isabelle, I really appreciate the offer. I love how much you both want to take care of me."

"I love you!" Izzy blurted out. "I love you so fucking much."

"We both do," I said.

"I know. I love you, too. I'm crazy about you both."

The conversation slowed after that. Eventually, we said our goodbyes.

When I put my phone away, Izzy snuggled up against me. "I still don't like it."

"I know," I said. "We'll keep talking to her about it. We'll figure something out."

After we went to bed a few hours later, Izzy tossed and turned for at least an hour, keeping me awake in the process. Our conversation with Eliza hadn't helped ease her mind at all. Honestly, I was feeling the same way.

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Two weeks later, Izzy and I flew to D. C. We helped Eliza pack for a couple days. Then it was time to host her family for a dinner.

Eliza's family knew she was moving to Boston, but they thought the move was prompted by a job opportunity. They thought this was a goodbye dinner, but it was more than that. We were going to tell them about our relationship and our engagement.

We had no idea how her family would react to our plans. I was nervous. Izzy was manic. Eliza was terrified.

Tonight, Izzy and I were cleaning Eliza's open-plan apartment while she cooked. We had packed up most of her bedroom and guest room by now, but the living room and kitchen areas were only half-done.

I had just finished vacuuming the living room area when Izzy appeared from down the hall and stomped past me into the kitchen.

"All right. That bathroom is pristine." Izzy said. Her curly red hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a gray tee-shirt and cutoff black jeans that showed off her milky legs. "What else can I do?"

Eliza tossed a bowl of chopped vegetables into a large pan, and they immediately started sizzling. She smiled nervously at us. I hated seeing her so uneasy, but there was nothing I could do. I was freaked out, too. I kept imagining her father accusing me of being a pervert or a sex cult leader as I told him that I was going to marry his daughter and Izzy at the same time.

"Just take a shower and get dressed," Eliza said. "I have everything else under control.

Izzy hurried over and hugged Eliza, who kissed her cheek and rested her forehead on Izzy's shoulder.

"Oh, you are shaking, baby," Izzy said. "I want to keep helping. Maybe I could rub your shoulders while you cook." She held one of Eliza's hands and rubbed her thumb over the back of it.

"I'm fine. I just need to finish cooking."

Izzy glanced at me as I wheeled the vacuum toward the closet. She bit her lip as she ran her hand up and down Eliza's delicate back. "Are you sure?" she asked.

I joined them in the kitchen area and hugged them both. I brought my lips to Izzy's ear. "I'll keep an eye on her. Go get ready."

Izzy sighed and pulled away from us. "I love you, Elle," she said.

Eliza's face brightened a little, but she looked exhausted with worry. "I know, sweetie. I love you, too." She turned back to the gas range and stirred the vegetables.

Izzy looked at me and lifted an eyebrow. I nodded, letting her know I had things under control. She mouthed "okay" and left.

I stood beside Eliza and watched her work for a few moments. She glimpsed at me briefly before turning off the burner under a pot of rice. "I'm okay," she said.

"I didn't say anything," I said.

She frowned at me just as the oven timer went off. The roast chicken was ready. She turned off the oven and stopped the timer. "Both of you are fussing over me, and I don't need it."

"Elle."

"What?"

I leaned against the kitchen island and held out my arms. "Come here."

She turned to face me. Her mouth was a determined line of refusal, telling me that she was just fine and didn't need anyone to take care of her. Then her lips quivered and she closed the distance between us to crash into me. I wrapped her in my arms and felt her shaking.

"I'm so scared," she said.

"I know. And it makes perfect sense. I'm nervous about how my family will react, too."

After Eliza moved into our apartment in Boston, we would to start breaking the news to my family in increments, since my mother and father didn't like to be around each other, we would meet with each of them separately. Maybe we'd start with my twin sister Vivian, simply because I knew she would be the most understanding. She was always understanding about everything.

Eliza wiped some tears from her cheeks. "I don't want Isabelle to see me like this. She worries too much."

I kissed Eliza's forehead. "And I don't?"

One of Eliza's hands slipped from my upper back to my hip and pinched me. "You know what I mean. You handle it better," she said. She had a look on her face that was both annoyed and affectionate.

"Izzy gets anxious when one of us isn't doing well," I said.

"Exactly."

"Now, do you need any help?" I asked.

She sighed. "Yes. You can set the table. And open some wine."

"You got it. Anything else?"

"After my family is gone, I'll need you and Isabelle to take my mind off things," she said.

She quirked an eyebrow, and knew exactly what she was implying. Still, I wanted to hear her say it.

"How would you like us to do that?" I asked.

She puffed out her lips and shook her head in mock disgust. She could be shy about sex at times. Of course, once she got going, she was more brazen than Izzy and perhaps more horny, too. When that happened, she had a filthy mouth. Izzy and I loved that side of her.

"I'll need you both to..." She paused and stared at me with a needy look.

"You need us both to do what?"

She growled and stomped her foot. "I'll need you to fuck me. Okay? I'll need you guys to make me come very hard."

"Oh, sure. We can do that." I gave her a peck on the lips and opened the silverware drawer. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her cooking.

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After setting the table and opening some wine, I went to Eliza's bedroom to get dressed. I chose a gray Oxford shirt and navy blue chinos. As I was brushing my hair, Izzy came into the room wearing her most conservative dress, an olive-green maxi with long sleeves. She also wore a buttoned-up black cardigan to hide the slight amount of cleavage the dress displayed. This was Izzy being as un-Izzy as possible. I shook my head.

"What?" she asked.

"I think this is the most conservative outfit I've ever seen you wear."

She rolled her eyes and walked up to me, blocking my view of the mirror. She snatched the hairbrush from my hand and started working on my hair. "You know why I'm dressed like this."

"You don't want to flaunt how sexy you are?"

She frowned at me but I the twinkle in her eyes told me she was pleased with my words.

"Exactly. Her family might think you're running a sex cult. So, I want to be invisible and boring tonight." She grabbed a bottle of hair gel off Eliza's dresser and pumped some of it into her hand. She gently applied the gel to my hair and started to sculpt it with her fingertips. "I do like the implication that you think I'm too sexy."

"Did you know that many sex cults make their women dress conservatively, especially those grounded in religion?"

She pursed her lips and shook her head. "When did you become an expert on sex cults?"

"I'm not. But I read a few books on cults in general, and lots of them are focused on sex."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course they are." She backed away and studied my hair. "You look good."

"Thanks. You're beautiful, even if you are trying to downplay it." I looked at my watch. "They should be here soon."

"T-minus five minutes or so." Izzy grabbed my hand and led me back to the front of the apartment.

We found Eliza standing by the door in a billowy black dress. The doorman must have called to tell her that her family was on the way up. Izzy and I walked into the living room area and stood by the couch. We were both unsure of where we should be for this arrival. Eliza looked over her shoulder at us. She blew us a kiss. "Wish me luck," she said.

Someone knocked, and she opened the door. A bunch of happy greetings were exchanged as Eliza's mother Danielle walked in. She had Eliza's exact build and very similar features overall. Other than the obvious age difference, the main feature that set her apart was the extremely short gray hair, which contrasted with Eliza's glossy black locks that reached the middle of her back. Eliza had grown her hair out since starting her relationship with us. It was shoulder length when we first hooked up.

Next came Eliza's sister, Cara, who was a few inches taller than Eliza and much curvier. At 23, she was six years younger than Eliza. Her hair was in a ponytail.

Finally, Eliza's father, William, came in. He was roughly my heigh but probably eighty pounds heavier. He had a linebacker's build and he wore a silver beard that contrasted with his shaved head. He was wearing a blue sports jacket over a white shirt and jeans.

As the family spotted me and Izzy, they each looked a bit surprised. We had expected this. Eliza hadn't told them that Izzy and I would be here. They knew only that she wanted to host the family for dinner before she moved to Boston.

"Is that James Ryan?" Danielle said.

"Hi, Mrs. Bennington," I said.

Danielle strolled across the room and pulled me into a hug. "Please, call me Danielle."

I hugged her back. "It's nice to see you again."

"It's been years. Not since you and Elle graduated."

Eliza's sister and father joined us. I shook William's hand. Cara gave me a brief hug. She had been sixteen the last time I saw her, but we had gotten along well. She was a sweet kid back then.

"We heard that you and Eliza had reconnected recently," William said. "She said you've been spending time together."

Danielle smirked. "I was hoping that you two had come to your senses finally and started dating. You were always perfect for each other. Right William?"

"Well, I don't have much of an opinion on that," he said. He shuffled his feet.

Eliza's father obviously didn't like talking about people's personal lives in front of them like her mother did. I suppressed a smile. Danielle was a bit of an instigator.

Eliza came to stand at Izzy's side. "Everyone, this is Isabelle, James' girlfriend."

Danielle frowned, but wiped it off her face quickly. Her hope that Eliza and I had finally gotten together was dashed. In her mind, Izzy was an obstacle to that. She had no idea how wrong she was.

"Oh, hi Isabelle!' Cara brightened immediately and held out her hand. Izzy shook it. "Elle has gushed about you. You're like her favorite person these days!"

Izzy blushed. "Since Elle and Jimmy reconnected, we've all gotten close."

I offered drinks to everyone. They all settled on white wine, so I escaped to the kitchen while everyone found seats in the living room. Eliza had moved a few of the chairs from her dining table over. Her parents took the couch, and Eliza joined them. Cara took one of the dining chairs. Izzy took the comfy chair across from the couch. I served everyone wine and sat beside Cara.

"So, what brought you and Isabelle to D. C.?" Danielle asked. "Elle didn't tell us you would be joining us for dinner."

"Oh, well, we're here to help her pack and move," I said.

Eliza wanted to drop the full truth of our relationship toward the end of dinner. She figured people would react better with full stomachs.

"That's kind of you, James," William said.

Danielle stared at me for a moment and then looked at Eliza, who was gazing into her wine glass.

We made small talk. William was very interested in my work with a private equity firm. "Sounds like a bright future, son."

Cara, who worked in marketing, was intrigued by Izzy's career in public relations.

Danielle kept staring at me and Izzy. She was clocking something about us. Perhaps I was spending too much time looking at Eliza. I couldn't help it. I was worried about her. And if I was worried about her, Izzy was probably on the verge of running over to Eliza to give her a reassuring hug and kiss. I glanced at Izzy, and sure enough, she was giving Eliza a lingering glance and chewing her lip.

We'd made this mistake before with our friend Carlos. The three of us had dinner with him during the early days of our throuple. At the time, we were trying to keep it a secret, but Carlos picked up our vibe right away. He knew we were all horny for each other and called it out.

And now Eliza's mother was picking up a vibe of some kind. She was probably sensing our concern for Eliza. Her eyebrows knitted together, and I could practically see the gears spinning away in her head as she tried to understand what she was seeing.

After twenty minutes of chatting and drinking wine, Eliza invited everyone to sit down to dinner.

Her family complimented the food, and Izzy made sure everyone knew that Eliza prepared the meal on her own. We had nothing to do with how good it was.

Eliza served two pies, pecan and apple, for dessert. Once everyone had a slice, she broached the subject.

"So, I wanted to tell you more about why I'm moving to Boston."

Her mother sat back in her seat and wiped her lips with a napkin. She folded her hands in her lap and gave Eliza her full attention. She had been waiting for Eliza to drop some kind of truth, and here it was. Meanwhile, William simply nodded and continued eating his pecan pie.

"More about the move?" Cara said. "You got a job offer. What else is there?"

"I'm moving to Boston to be with James and Isabelle. That's why I applied for work up there."

William frowned and put down his fork. "Be with them? What's that mean?"

Izzy took a ring off her right hand and handed it to Eliza. Eliza put it on. I had completely missed this. Eliza had given Izzy her engagement ring to wear until now.

"Oh," Caroline said. She pressed her hand against her mouth.

"Oh my god!" Cara said. Her eyes widened.

"I'm in a relationship with them," Eliza said. "All three of us got engaged in July. I know it's unconventional. I know it's shocking. But I love them both, and this is what I want."

"Engaged?" William said. "To who? James?"

"To James and Isabelle," Eliza said.

"How would that work?" he asked.

"Isabelle will legally marry James, and I will legally be their domestic partner. We're going to buy a house in a city that recognizes relationships like ours."

"Elle, this can't be what you want," Danielle said. "A third wheel in an existing relationship?"

"I'm not a third wheel," Eliza said.

"Then why is he marrying Isabelle instead of you?" Danielle asked.

Eliza opened her mouth to speak, but her father interrupted her.

"What the hell is this?" William said. "James, what do you think you're doing here?"

I started to answer, but Eliza placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed.

"He's not doing anything," Eliza said. "He loves me, and I love him. I love Isabelle, and she loves me."

William stood up and pointed a shaking finger at Eliza. "Explain it to me. How this is supposed to work. Explain it. He can't marry both of you, so what's the point of this?"

"Sit down, Bill," Danielle said.

He glared at his wife.

I noticed Cara wiping her eyes.

"We didn't plan this," I said. "But it happened. The three of us love each other, and we are committed to each other."

"I love your daughter," Izzy said quietly.

William had a fiery look in his eyes as he glared back and forth between me and Izzy.

"I want to have a family with them," Eliza said. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Oh, sweetheart," her mother said. "How?"

William backed away from the table. "I can't listen to this. I barely know these people, and you're going to throw your life away for them? This is bizarre."

"Dad," Cara said. "Please let her explain."

William ignored his younger daughter. "This is an ambush. You invite us over for dinner and spring this on us? I'm not going to discuss this with you in front of these strangers." He waved his hand at me and Izzy. I wanted to shrink into my chair and disappear. Eliza moved her hand off my leg and grabbed my hand.

"Dad, James and Isabelle aren't strangers. They are my fiancés."

"Which is absurd." He marched toward the door and opened it. "I hope come to your senses and realize this is ridiculous." He slammed the door behind him.

"Well, that was dramatic," Danielle said. She stood up and took a deep breath. "Elle, I know that you're being honest about your feelings, but this is not the life I want for you." She paused and looked around the room. "We should go. He's overreacting, but he's not wrong." She walked over to Eliza and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

Eliza's mother hurried out of the apartment. Cara was on her feet, but she wasn't moving.

Eliza remained sitting. She was sobbing into her hands. I rubbed her back.

"Elle? Talk to me," I said.

Cara came around the table and pulled up a chair beside her sister. She hugged Eliza gently. "I think this is amazing, Elle. When you first introduced me to James all those years ago, I knew you loved him. I could see how he looked at you. I'm so glad you're finally together. And I'm sure Izzy is wonderful."

"Oh, Cara. Thank you!" Eliza buried her face in her sister's shoulder and cried even harder.

"Invite me to the wedding," Cara said. "Don't let Mom and Dad stop you from including me."

"Of course," Eliza said.

"We need a maid of honor," Izzy said.

Eliza gaped at Izzy. "Of course Cara will be my maid of honor, Isabelle, but you can have your own wedding party."

Izzy shrugged. "I have a few friends who will be bridesmaids, like Charlotte. But Cara is standing for you right now when no one else in your family is. That makes her our maid of honor."

Cara wiped her eyes. "Isabelle, thanks." She turned to Eliza again. "I didn't know you were bi, Sis."

Eliza smiled sadly. "Isabelle is really special."

Cara pursed her lips and looked at me and Izzy. "I've always thought redheads are sexy. The three of you are going to have beautiful kids." She bit her lip and looked toward the door. "I better go. Mom and Dad are probably waiting downstairs and feeling like idiots for walking out like they did. They're my ride home to Bethesda."

Eliza walked Cara to the door and hugged her for a very long time. Izzy and I joined them. Cara hugged us both.

"Love you, Elle," she said. And then she was gone.

Eliza sat down at the table and sobbed again. Izzy and I took up chairs on either side of her and hugged her. Izzy rained little kisses on Eliza's tear-soaked cheeks and I rubbed her back.

"Maybe this is a mistake," Eliza said. She covered her face with her hands.

"What do you mean?" Izzy asked.

She turned to Izzy. "Marrying you guys. Maybe I'm being foolish. I mean, I want to be with you guys. I still want to move in with you. But maybe the lifelong commitment thing is stupid. You two are getting married. That's permanent. I'm just a girlfriend."

"Elle, no!" Izzy said. "Don't you dare."

"Eliza," I said. "You're not being foolish. And you're not just a girlfriend. That's what we were trying to talk about a couple weeks ago. We want you to have more than a domestic partnership."

She opened her eyes and wiped away her tears as she looked at me. Her gaze made my heart race.

"I wasn't being foolish when I gave you that ring," I said. " I have loved you for a very long time. I'm not going to let your parents ruin that."

She squeezed her eyes shut, which sent more tears streaming down her cheeks. "You saw what happened with them," she said. "They'll disown me."

"Then you be his wife," Izzy said. "I'll be the domestic partner. It's fine."

Eliza shook her head. "No, Isabelle. I'm not stealing that from you."

"But why?" Izzy asked.

"You know why," Eliza said. "Plus, it's the one promise I made to myself when this all started. That I wouldn't get in the way of you two getting married. I didn't know I'd fall for you both so hard. But I don't want to take that from you. Please!"

We didn't need to discuss this again. Eliza was sick of the subject. I took her hand and lifted to my lips for a kiss. "We knew they might react that way. But mostly it was only your dad who was freaking out. Your mom seemed mostly worried about you and embarrassed by your dad. And your sister is behind you one hundred percent. They are not going to disown you. They love you. They don't understand this, and that makes sense."

I held both of Eliza's hands in my lap. She studied our intertwined hands and sighed.

"I'm scared," she said.

Izzy started crying. "I don't... I can't lose you, Elle. Please."

Eliza's eyes widened as she watched tears stream down Izzy's face. She lunged forward and hugged her. "You won't, Isabelle." She lifted her hand from Izzy's back to look at the ring on her finger. "I was so happy when you gave me this."

"You were happy until tonight," I said.

She nodded like she was trying to convince herself that I was right.

"Maybe tomorrow things will feel a little better," she said. "Maybe my parents will come around at some point."

We held each other for a few minutes, and we talked about how we might have handled things differently. I suggested that maybe Izzy and I should have skipped the dinner so her parents hadn't felt ambushed. But Eliza said that would have come across as disrespectful

In the end, we couldn't think of a better way to do things.

Eliza finally stood up. "I need to clean. It will take my mind off things." She gathered some dishes from the table.

"No, Elle," I said. "Izzy and I will take care of this. Just sit down. Rest."

"I can't," she said. "I need to do something besides sit here with my thoughts."

"Jimmy, take her to bed," Izzy said. "Kiss her. Cuddle her. Do whatever it takes to make her feel better. I'll clean up."

"Isabelle," Eliza said.

Izzy gave her a stern look. "Eliza, do as I say."

Eliza didn't want to give in. So, I moved behind her, put my hands on both her shoulders, and marched her to her bedroom. I would do whatever it took to make her feel better.

Izzy

#

Hey, this is Izzy. Or, Isabelle, as my mom and Eliza insist on calling me. This section is from my point of view. If you like hearing from me directly, let Jimmy know. I think he should hand the keyboard to me and Eliza more often. And yes, you'll hear from Elle directly later in this series.

It took me a half-hour to clean up the kitchen. Jimmy and Elle were quiet the whole time, so I assumed there was no sex going on in there. That was disappointing. Jimmy should have fucked her while I was cleaning. He needed to take her mind off things.

As I walked toward the bedroom, I suddenly remembered how Elle's sister Cara had said she thought redheads were sexy. She had given me a look as she said it.

Holy shit, Cara thought I was hot.

Now, don't get any ideas. I would never cross that line. Sleeping with in-laws is gross. Hell, you should see Jimmy's twin sister Vivian. My god, that woman is insanely hot. And Cara is a more voluptuous version of Eliza, which is pretty fucking hot. Still, I would never. Never ever. But it's nice to know when someone thinks I'm hot. I can't help it. I like being appreciated.

When I finally walked into Eliza's bedroom I found her lying in Jimmy's arms on the king-size mattress. They were making out like teenagers, and Eliza's hand was inside Jimmy's pants, stroking his beautiful cock. This was a great improvement from the tears and sobbing. My heart had dropped when she cried. There had been so much crying. Her parents' reaction to our engagement had devastated her. And that devastation had scared me. I didn't want to lose her.

No one had a right to hurt my Elle. No one.

"What do we have here?" I asked.

Eliza rolled away from Jimmy and sat up. "Hi sweetie," she said.

Her dress was gone. She was wearing simple cotton black panties and a bra. She was such a cute little thing. I wanted to kiss her belly and her knees. She was completely irresistible. Even better, she didn't seem to realize how cute and sexy she was.

When I first met her months and months ago, I had a powerful urge to kiss her. I didn't of course. Jimmy would have been angry at me, because he was trying to keep things platonic with her at the time. And he thought she was straight. By the end of the weekend, both of those notions were out the window.

Now I get to kiss her whenever I want!

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Better. James gave me a full body massage." She smiled with lidded eyes. "I fell asleep for a few minutes."

"When she woke up she was feeling horny," Jimmy said.

"It was a hard night," I said.

Eliza's pretty eyes fixed on mine as I gazed down at her. "It was." Her lip quivered. "I don't want to think about it now."

"I suppose we should help you think of something else," I said. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I had already ditched the cardigan while cleaning. Underneath I was wearing a matching lacy black pushup bra and a tiny little thong that did amazing things for my ass.

Both my lovers' eyes were now fixed on me, waiting to see what I would do next. Jimmy swallowed visibly. The poor boy was drooling. I couldn't blame him, given that he had both me and Eliza to admire.

"Elle, before dinner, you told Jimmy that you would need us to fuck you tonight." I reached behind my back to unfasten by bra.

"I remember," Eliza said.

Her eyes were glued to my chest, as were Jimmy's. I loved having their eyes on me. Nothing made me hotter than seeing the desire in their eyes as I undressed for them. I let the bra slide off my tits and cupped them both in my hands. I teased my nipples with my fingers, sending shivers up my body.

Eliza's lips parted as her eyes took me in.

"After everything, do you still want that?" I slid my hands slowly down my body to my thong and hooked my fingers into the tiny waistband. "Do you still want us to fuck you?"

"I... I..." She was practically stuttering. Even now, after all the times we had made love, she could still be mesmerized by me and James. I loved that we could have that effect on her. She and Jimmy certainly had that effect on me.

"Do you want me to get down on my knees and please you?" I asked.

"Izzy, baby, don't tease her." Jimmy was smiling.

I peeled my thong down my hips and let them fall to my feet. I grinned and did a little pose. "See something you like?"

"You know we do," Jimmy said. He sat up and held out his hand. When I took it, he pulled me down and kissed me. It was just a smooch, but I knew he wanted more. And he would get it. He would get it all. Both of them would.

"I fucking love you," I said.

"I love you, too, baby," he said. "Now stop being a teasing little brat."

I looked at Eliza, who was now lying on her side with her head resting on her folded hands. She smiled, but I saw a little sadness in her eyes.

I sighed.

My sweet girl. I will do everything I can to lift you up.

I leaned over and kissed her. Her fingers ran lightly over my cheek as her lips parted for me. I probed her mouth with my tongue.

"I love you, Elle."

"I know," she sighed.

I scoffed. Eliza was teasing me a little, too. I liked it. "I suppose you don't love me anymore." I pouted and I rolled away from her, bringing me face to face with our man. Jimmy kissed me again and hugged me close. As I kissed him back, Eliza scooted over and spooned me. I sighed happily as she rested her hand against my belly.

"Tonight went nearly as badly as I expected," Eliza said.

I turned my head and kissed her cute little nose. Her mouth quirked into a sad smile.

"What can I do to make it better?" I asked.

She pursed her lips and looked at the ceiling in mock thoughtfulness. Then she looked at me again with a smile and our lips came together. Her tongue gently pressed into my mouth and I whimpered. Every time she kissed me, I melted a little. I couldn't believe how much I loved this woman. I groped one of her little breasts and felt her nipple grow against my palm. I had once described her nipples as succulent. They were oversized, fat little things that felt so fucking wonderful when I had my tongue on them. I drooled now just thinking about it.

She moaned and bit my lip as I played with her tit. "Isabelle," she said. "You are so fucking sexy."

"Thank you!"

I reached around her and unsnapped her bra. She shrugged it off and my hands when to her tits. She gasped when I pinched her nipples.

"My parents made me feel like such a tramp. A slut. They think I'm a fool for loving you two."

"You are not a tramp or a fool, but maybe you are a slut sometimes." I licked her lip. "Our slut. But I love being a slut for you, too."

"Hm," Eliza hummed into our kiss. "I like being a slut for both of you," she whispered.

"If anyone is a tramp here, it's me," I said. "I can be a very dirty girl. After all, I convinced you to suck my boyfriend's cock when I hardly knew you." That had started all of this. I had let her have a taste because it turned me on sometimes to share Jimmy. I had no idea that both of us would fall for her so hard.

Jimmy laughed and kissed the back of my neck. His lips made me shiver. "And we both love you dearly for doing that," he said.

Eliza's fingers glided down my belly and pressed against my pussy. I gasped as electricity sparked between my thighs. I wanted both of them to fuck me so desperately. Jimmy pushed against me at that moment and I felt his hard cock squeeze between the crack of my ass. If he slid his cock into me at that moment, I wouldn't have objected at all. But Eliza needed that dick more than I did tonight. She needed us both to take care of her.

"You can definitely be a dirty girl," Eliza whispered. "I love that about you."

It occurred to me that the hornier I could make her, the more it would take her mind off tonight's messy evening.

"Would you like to hear a story of exactly how dirty I can be?" I asked. "Maybe I could tell you about my dirtiest, sluttiest adventure of all time."

"Have I heard this story?" Jimmy asked.

I slowly turned to look at him. When I had his full attention, I let my tongue gently slide along my top lip. "Nope."

Jimmy's hand found my right breast and squeezed. I covered his hand with my own to let him know I wanted him to squeeze harder. He complied and I moaned. Then I kissed Eliza more.

"You need to let me tell my story," I said. "No distractions."

"Of course," Eliza said. But her fingers slowly pushed inside me.

"Oh fuck! You can play with my body a little, but I need to be able to concentrate," I said.

"Tell us your slutty story," Eliza whispered. "And then we are going to make each other come over and over."

"Okay, I am going to tell you about a night during my final semester of college, when a pair of married lesbians picked me up at a club. They took me home, tied me up, and fucked me all night."

"Oh. My. God!" Eliza said.

"I have definitely not heard this story," Jimmy said. He gave my ass a playful little slap. "Tell us."

"Tell us," Eliza said.

"Okay, well, it all started with this internship..."

#

During my final semester of college, I scored an internship at major communications agency in Miami. With the journalism industry collapsing, I had given up on being a TV reporter. I was looking to establish myself in PR.

A week before my internship started, Eileen, the woman who hired me, told me via email that she was leaving the company.

"Don't worry, Isabelle," Eileen wrote. "It is still a great opportunity for you, and this is a wonderful company. I received a job offer that I couldn't refuse. Before I leave, I'll make sure you and the rest of the interns are in capable hands with my colleague Bianca."

I appreciated Eileen's email. I had been looking forward to working for her. But she sang Bianca's praises in the email, and that made me feel better about the situation.

I tried to feel as optimistic as possible as my first day approached. I also went shopping, because four years as an undergrad in Miami had left me with a wardrobe of skimpy clothes that showed way too much leg and cleavage and hugged every curve too much for a professional setting. On my first day, I wore a knee-length gray pencil skirt, a loose white blouse that I buttoned to the top, and black pumps. I wore my red curls in a bun, and kept my makeup light and subtle. My housemates barely recognized me when I left for the office.

"No cleavage, Izzy? Are you going to a funeral?" one of them asked as I left home for the first day of the internship.

I simply rolled my eyes. They were only teasing. They knew I was trying to make a good impression.

When I arrived at the office, I the receptionist greeted me with a beaming smile and said Bianca would collect me in a moment. I hadn't met her yet. I hadn't even spoken to her. I hoped that we would get along.

I sat in a little waiting area and tried to remain calm. I really was excited for this opportunity, but I was also nervous that I mess would it up. I'd never had an office job before. I waitressed during the summer for spending money, which meant I could handle myself under pressure. But office work was an entirely different beast and it was intimidating.

Eventually, a woman marched across the open office. I watched as she weaved through cubicles, smiling at people here and there and laughing at something a man said as she passed him.

My breath quickened as she approached. Her brown hair was wavy and full and it reached the middle of her back. It was some of the most gorgeous hair I had ever seen. She had full, pink lips, a strong and beautiful nose, and expressive brown eyes. As she got closer, I could see that she was probably in her late thirties or early forties, given the laugh lines on her face. But her skin was flawless and lightly tanned. She was slim, with a narrow waist and breasts that were barely a handful. And she was TALL, around six feet.

She waved at me as she got closer and her smile made me tingle.

Oh god, I am horny for my boss.

At that point in my life, I was confident in my bisexuality. My best friend Charlotte and I had hooked up sophomore year, and our friends with benefits thing went hot and heavy for an entire semester until she got a boyfriend. Since then, I'd dated both boys and girls. I tended to have more serious relationships with boys, but I think that's because it was easier to find them. There wasn't much of a queer scene at my school, and I wasn't fully out as bi. It had been about a year since I dated a girl, and about three months since I had dated anyone.

Also, Bianca was probably fifteen or twenty years older than me. I'd never dated anyone who was more than two or three years my senior. I was way out of my depth here. Why was I suddenly so attracted to someone old enough to be my mother?

I rose from my chair and smiled. We shook hands as she towered over me. Her grip was firm but not overpowering and her fingers were warm and soft.

"Isabelle, welcome. Eileen said you show great promise. That you interviewed better than anyone. I'm looking forward to working with you."

She let go of my hand and took a step back. She was probably used to other women having to look up at her. Her stepping back saved me from having to bend my neck too much.

"Thank you. I'm really excited for this opportunity."

She smiled again, and my pussy dampened.

Oh my god, control yourself, I thought.

I knew I was blushing. I could feel it. I love being a redhead, but there are two disadvantages that drive me crazy. I have to wear sunblock all the time and I blush way too easily.

Bianca's eyes flicked away, probably to allow me to get ahold of myself. Was she picking up on my horny vibe? Maybe she just thought I was nervous about my first day.

"Come on, let's get you settled."

My first day was mostly orientation with human resources, where I met the other three interns: two girls my age and a boy who was a year younger. Bianca took us to lunch. When we returned from the restaurant, she put us in four cubicles outside her office and assigned us some projects that kept us busy for the rest of the day. She had me do research on some prospective clients and write up some notes for her. I felt good about the work I did.

At the end of the day, she came by my desk. "Nice work, Isabelle. Go home. I'll see you on Friday."

I was still taking a full course load at school, so my internship was only sixteen hours a week. Eight on Wednesdays and eight on Fridays. I was the only intern who worked Fridays. The others had their own schedules, but all of us worked on Wednesdays.

On Friday morning I arrived about thirty minutes early and logged onto my computer. Bianca had emailed me some projects to work on. I dug in as I nursed my iced coffee.

The receptionist arrived with a small bouquet of red tulips in a glass vase. She smiled at me as she turned into Bianca's office and placed the flowers on her desk. On her way out, she paused at my desk. "How are you settling in?"

"Great, thank you. Those are pretty flowers."

"It's Bianca's birthday," the receptionist said. "Her wife always sends her flowers for her birthday."

I had noticed a wedding ring, but I had assumed wrongly that she was married to a man. As the receptionist walked back to her desk, I silently scolded myself for being too heteronormative. I was still young and inexperienced, but I had dated a lesbian last year who pushed me not to make such assumptions about people. Let people tell you who they are and what they're all about.

When Bianca arrived a few minutes later, I wished her a happy birthday.

She looked surprised, but she smiled at me. "How did you know?"

I craned my head in the direction of the flowers. She followed my eyes into her office and chuckled. "Oh, that would be Sara. Everything is an occasion for flowers."

"Sara is your wife?"

Bianca held my gaze briefly before she said, "Yes." She was waiting to see how I reacted to her being queer.

"She obviously has great taste," I said. "In flowers, I mean!"

Oh my god, I was blushing again.

Bianca smirked and her eyes sparkled. She glided into her office and got to work.

Over the coming weeks, I learned a ton about the daily life of a PR representative. I wrote a ton of press releases, I pitched journalists. I even sat in on some interviews that journalists did with Bianca's clients. Bianca was on those calls, too. We both took notes, and we would compare. She was impressed with my ability to write up an interview summary.

I felt like we were becoming friends. She would take me and the other interns out to lunch every Wednesday, but I could tell that she was connecting with me more than the others. It wasn't inappropriate or anything. I just knew she liked me personally.

At the same time, I was crushing on Bianca so hard. I worried that she could sense it. Again, nothing inappropriate ever happened, but sometimes she would look at me from across a conference table or from behind her desk, and I felt it in my belly. Something in her smile said, "I know you're horny for me, and it's fine. But I'm your boss."

I was always blushing around her, but she never said anything. She was professional at all times. But sometimes her eyes lingered on me longer than they should have. I dressed professionally whenever I was in the office, but I did wear tight skirts. Some of my blouses were tight, too. And as the weeks progressed, I started leaving a few buttons undone. I wanted her to see me.

When the final week of my internship arrived, I was feeling really emotional. Not only was I going to miss this job and Bianca, but graduation was approaching. Classes were ending in two weeks.

On the last Friday of my internship, Bianca arrived that morning and told me she wanted to take me out for a goodbye lunch.

"I'd love that," I said. '

"Great. I won't give you much work today. We'll have a nice long lunch instead."

She took me to a fantastic Cuban place. The food was amazing, and so were the mojitos. We each had two rounds of drinks. I could have handled more. I was a college senior, and my alcohol tolerance was at an all-time high. But I wanted to keep it professional, and I didn't trust myself to be drunk with her.

Over lunch, Bianca described her childhood in Texas and her early career as a newspaper reporter. She told me about Sara, who was ten years younger than her. They had met on an Alaskan cruise. It sounded romantic.

I told her about my last boyfriend, who was a jerk, and my last girlfriend, who was not. Her eyebrow quirked up as she processed my bisexuality in her head. I told her about my plans to move to Boston someday. My dad's family was from there, and I always loved New England when I visited.

Her eyes wandered over my breasts briefly during the meal and I wanted to stretch my foot under the table and touch her leg.

Instead, I laughed at her jokes and chewed on my mojito straw. My panties were damp by the time our entrees arrived.

When we finished eating, Bianca got serious. "Isabelle, I think you have great potential. I've enjoyed working with you and watching you learn. I've written you a letter of reference. I'll give you some signed copies when we get back to the office. It's old-fashioned, but it can't hurt to have them. And you can use me a reference any time."

I thanked her, and then I burst into tears.

"What's wrong?"

I was so embarrassed. "I'm just overwhelmed. School is ending. I'll be saying goodbye to so many friends. And I really enjoyed this job."

Bianca reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "I understand."

"I loved working with you. Thank you so much, Bianca."

We both stood up from the table and hugged. She was so tall and I felt so lost in her arms. I wanted to stay in that embrace, but we broke apart before it got too weird. She squeezed my shoulder before backing away. "We should get going."

"I just... I need to visit the restroom."

I ran to the women's room and locked myself in a stall. I hiked my skirt up and pushed my hand inside my underwear. My pussy was soaked. I eased two fingers inside myself and used my other hand to massage my clit. I imagined my fingers were Bianca's.

"Oh god, Bianca," I whispered. "Make me come. Please."

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and stuck them in my mouth, imagining I was tasting her as I worked my clit.

"Oh god, I want to make you come," I whispered.

My orgasm hit me fast, given how worked up I was from everything. I spent some extra time washing my hands, afraid that if I shook her hand again, I'd transfer the scent of my pussy to her fingers.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

We drove back to the office in silence, and I worried the whole time that she could smell my arousal. My body was primed for sex. I needed to calm down.

"Thank you again for everything, Bianca," I said as she pulled her Mercedes into the garage under the office building.

She patted my knee. "It's been my pleasure, Isabelle." She squeezed my knee briefly before turning off her car and stepping out.

I stared at my bare knee, a little red from where her fingers had squeezed me.

I took a slow, deep breath and got out of the car.

My last hour on the job was mostly spent in an exit interview with human resources, signing paperwork, and answering a few outstanding emails. Then I stepped into Bianca's office. "Goodbye. Thanks again."

Bianca stood up but stayed behind her desk. She looked a bit flustered and she moved one of her hands behind herself and rested it on the small of her back. Was one of her fingers glistening.

Was she fingering herself under her desk? Was she thinking of me?

"Isabelle, I've left the signed letters of recommendation on your desk and I sent you a digital version. And you have my contact information. Reach out if you need anything else."

"Thank you so much."

I wanted to hug her again, but I knew that would seem inappropriate in the office. At the same time, I wanted to inspect that hand. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to taste her pussy on that finger. I wanted to know how wet she was from thinking about me.

She was probably thinking about her wife. I'm just a child to her.

We talked a little more, and I barely retained any of it. My mind was running away from me, imagining her naked. Imagining her sitting on my face and telling me to make her come.

We said our goodbyes and I took the bus back to campus.

I spent the next week pining for her, and I was struggling to focus on anything else. This was terrible timing because finals were about to start. I needed to clear my head. I needed to get laid.

I decided to go to a lesbian club in the city. I'd gone there with my last girlfriend a few times. My plan was to find an older woman tonight, preferably a tall one with long brown hair. I'd give her the night of her life.

I went alone of course. I didn't have any lesbian friends, other than my ex. We still hung out occasionally, but she had a new girlfriend.

I was dressed like a total slut, making it clear what I was there for. I wore tight white shorts that barely covered my ass, and they were nearly translucent. I wore a pink thong underneath, knowing that people could see its color. I wore a loose silver lamé crop top that left my belly bare. I didn't bother with a bra.

My C-cup breasts rubbed against my top as I entered the thrumming club around nine o'clock. I glanced down to see my hard nipples poking through. As I made my way to the bar, I couldn't help myself. I pinched one and held it. I didn't care who saw. I ordered a vodka tonic and nursed it while I surveyed the crowd.

The dance floor was packed. Lots of different kinds of women were moving to the beat. Lots of butch women, some trans men and women, and plenty of femmes like me. I preferred femmes, but tonight I was open to just about anything. They just had to be sexy and turn me on.

I was about to stroll out onto the floor when I spotted a familiar face across the club. Bianca! She was sitting with a much younger woman with short blonde hair. Her companion wore a white tee-shirt over a black tuxedo coat. They were deep in conversation when the blonde leaned over and kissed Bianca. The kiss lingered and soon they were making out.

"That must be Sara," I said to myself as I leaned back against the bar.

When their kiss ended, Sara stood up and strutted onto the dance floor. She twirled, giving me and everyone else a great view of her body. Her breasts were a little larger than mine, and she was not wearing a bra under that tee-shirt and jacket. Her blue jeans were very tight, accentuating a large, heart-shaped ass. It was all muscle. She looked powerful.

A petite brunette in a tight, blue minidress approached her. They made eyes at each other as they danced. Soon the brunette moved close and they pressed their bodies against each other. They danced like this for an entire song and into another. Then Sara dropped a hand to the brunette's ass and squeezed it. The brunette responded by kissing her. They were dueling with their tongues like horny teenagers. I looked over to Bianca's table to find her watching the whole thing with a smirk on her face. She looked fine with Sara's actions.

That was interesting.

Sara and the brunette danced and kissed and groped for another song or two before Sara took the girl's hand and led her back to her table, where Bianca was waiting. The three of them talked for a bit. It was mostly Sara talking. After a while, the brunette got up and left. Sara looked at Bianca and shrugged. Bianca smiled and patted her hand. They sipped their drinks and talked for a while.

Soon, Sara returned to the dance floor and the whole process repeated itself. Sara found a dance partner, things got heated, Sara brought her new friend to Bianca, the three women would talk, then the new friend left. After the process repeated a third time, I knew what I was watching. Sara and Bianca were looking for a third. Each girl Sara targeted was young. After two months of working with her, I now knew that Bianca was forty-one and Sara was thirty. Each woman Sara roped in was my age.

They were looking someone like me.

After Sara's third failed attempt to find a date for her and her wife, she kissed Bianca's cheek and marched to the back of the club where the restrooms were located. I knew from previous experience that there were two. One was formerly a men's room. But of course, there were no cisgender men here. Sara went in that one.

I glanced at Bianca, who was watching the dance floor and nursing her cocktail. I hurried across the club and went into the former men's room.

I found Sara washing her hands.

I walked up to the sink next to hers and looked at myself in the mirror. I took my red lipstick out of my purse and freshened my lips. Then I ran my fingers through my hair, pretending to adjust my red curls. I noticed Sara looking at me as she dried her hands.

"How's your night going?" she asked.

I shrugged. "My date never showed up. I guess I'll have to make my own fun out there on the dance floor."

Sara smiled. "She stood you up?"

"Looks that way. I guess she prefers experienced girls."

"Experienced?"

Based on how young Sara's targets had been, I thought they might be enticed by a girl who could be seduced or corrupted. Plus that was a bit of a fantasy for me. My last girlfriend liked to role play that I was straight and that she was turning me. It became a mutual fantasy for us.

"Well, I've only dated one woman." I shrugged.

"So, your date tonight thinks you're just experimenting."

I rubbed my lips together to blot my lipstick. "Her loss," I said.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Izzy," I said.

She offered a hand. I took it. "I'm Sara."

"Nice to meet you."

Her thumb stroked the palm of my hand and I shivered. "Nice to meet you, too, Izzy.

Our hands remained locked together. She stroked her thumb against my palm a few more times and I squeezed her hand. She flinched at how strong my grip was. I probably looked like a delicate little thing to her. She was married to the towering Bianca after all.

Then I stepped up to her. She was a few inches taller. I gazed into those blue eyes. "You have pretty eyes," I said. It was a lame pickup line, but it didn't matter. I was just trying to let her know she could have me.

She let go of my hand and grabbed me by my hips. I gasped as she pulled me closer. When she kissed me, I was ready. Her tongue as aggressive. I moaned into the kiss and reached a hand into her jacket to grope her tit. It was definitely larger than mine. I found her nipple, a cute little pebble of a thing. She gasped when I pinched it.

Her hands dropped to my ass, and her fingertips curled inside the hem of my shorts, burning hot against my bare skin.

"You are fucking sexy," she said.

"So are you."

She squeezed my ass and I pressed my groin against her. My hand dropped from her tit to the bottom of her shirt. I moved inside and stroked her bare belly. She bit my lip as my hand slowly moved up to her breast, now skin to skin with my fingers.

"Fuck," she gasped.

One of her hands left my ass and pushed between us. Her fingers stroked up and down my mons. She pressed them against my clit through my shorts and I groaned.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" I asked.

"I have a confession to make," Sara said.

I kissed her throat and savored the lavender scent I found there. It was too subtle to be perfume. Maybe it was soap. "What confession?" I asked.

"I'm here with my wife," she said.

I kissed my way up to her jaw and licked her earlobe. "Okay. She doesn't need to know about this."

"That's not what I mean. We're here looking for someone. A third."

Perfect. This is what I was hoping for. I stepped back and tried to look a little confused. "A third?"

"Someone to take home."

"Oh."

"Would you like to meet her?"

"Um, I've never done anything like that." I didn't want to seem too eager.

"Just meet Bianca. If it doesn't feel right, no hard feelings. But I can tell you like me, at least." Her fingers slid down my groin and stroked me, parting my slit through my pants.

"Oh my god!" I gasped. I was so turned on.

I unzipped my shorts and grabbed Sara's hand. She didn't need much direction. She pushed her fingers inside my pink thong and dipped one into my pussy. She pumped my soaked cunt slowly, staring into my eyes.

"So, would you like to meet my wife?"

I bit my lip hard as I stared into her eyes. "Don't stop." I wanted to be her fantasy. I wanted to make sure she would want to bring me home no matter what happened when Bianca saw who I was, because that might be a tricky moment.

She added a second finger inside me, and pleasure exploded through my body. I wanted her. Not as much as I wanted her wife, but I wanted to fuck this woman. I move my hand down to cover her hand as she fingered me, encouraging her to continue. Then I lifted her shirt to expose her tits and took a nipple in my mouth.

"Yes, suck it, girl," she said.

The door to the restroom opened just as I came on Sara's fingers.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt," the newcomer said. She stood there, watching me suck on Sara's tit while she fingered me. I liked that she was watching. I pretended to come again.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, baby. Fuck me."

The new woman laughed and hurried to a toilet stall. Nature called.

Sara withdrew her fingers from my pussy and pulled her shirt down. I zipped and buttoned my shorts. I could feel the wet spot on the crotch. Normally I would be embarrassed, but right now I wanted to be the slut that Sara would bring to Bianca.

I gave Sara a peck on the cheek. "Okay, let's meet your wife," I said.

Sara held my hand as she led me through the club. Two of her fingers were still a little slick from being inside me. I wanted to grab them and bring them to my mouth. I loved to taste myself on someone else. Instead, I followed her meekly, like a nervous girl.

When we arrived at the table, Bianca looked up. Her eyes bulged as we sat down.

"Bianca, meet Izzy. We met in the bathroom."

"Isabelle?" Bianca's chest rose and fell rapidly. She blushed, and the blush spread down to her cleavage. She wore a light blue top with spaghetti straps. Her little tits looked delicious.

Sara's eyebrows narrowed. She glanced at me. "Isabelle?"

"That's my full name," I said.

Sara turned back to Bianca. "Izzy is interested in coming home with us."

"Oh my God. Isabelle!" Bianca covered her mouth with her hands.

Sara looked very confused. "What's wrong, baby?"

"This is my intern!"

Sara looked back at me, her mouth gaping open. "The Isabelle."

Sara knew who I was! Bianca had talked about me. Perhaps they had fantasized about me. God, I hoped so. That would make this so much easier. I needed to go home with Bianca tonight.

"Bianca, I'm so sorry about this. I came here looking for a fun night and Sara was so sexy. And then she invited me to meet her wife."

"This is a terrible mistake." Bianca shook her head violently. "I'm so sorry about this, Isabelle. This is entirely inappropriate. We never intended for something like this to happen."

I felt horrible for how flustered and upset Bianca looked. "It's okay, Bianca." I glanced at Sara and placed my hand on her knee. Sara flinched and looked down at my hand as I squeezed her. "Bianca, I'm sure you could tell I had a crush on you. You could see it, right?"

Bianca just stared at me, her eyes burning with something.

I moved my hand up Sara's thigh. She gasped as it arrived where her leg met her groin. I clawed my fingers into her flesh and she squirmed as she looked at Bianca.

"Isabelle, this is a huge mistake. Let us drive you home and forget this ever happened," Bianca said.

"No," I said. "I have been fantasizing about you for weeks. You two are looking for someone to take home tonight." I moved my hands to Sara's crotch and pressed my fingers against her pussy through the jeans.

"Oh my god," Sara gasped.

"I want to go home with you," I said. "Please."

"Just stop, Isabelle," Bianca said. Her voice sounded very unconvincing.

I leaned close to Sara and whispered in her ear. "Make your wife taste me on your fingers."

Sara shuddered. She stared at me in disbelief. But she obeyed. She shifted toward Bianca and raised her hand to her wife's face. She pressed her two fingers against Bianca's lips. They stared into each other's eyes as Sara pushed her fingers into Bianca's mouth. Bianca closed her eyes and moaned loud enough for me to hear her over the music. She sucked her wife's fingers clean.

"Please, take me home with you," I said. "My internship is over. You're not my boss anymore."

"Isabelle," Bianca said.

"Whatever fantasy you and Sara were looking for tonight, you'll have it. I will do whatever you want."

She looked at Sara, who was still writhing under my touch. I was stroking at her gently, and the heat coming through the denim was intense. Something passed between them. Bianca nodded and they both stood up.

Bianca held out her hand. "Come with us."

I took her hand and she led me away. Sara followed close behind.

We left the club and walked across the street to a parking lot. I recognized her silver Mercedes.

Bianca released me and fumbled in her purse. She was so nervous. She dragged her keys out and clicked the key fob, unlocking the doors.

Sara stepped up to her wife and grabbed the keys. "Ride in the back with her. I'll drive."

"Babe?" Bianca said.

"The two of you need to... connect. Talk. I dunno. Just get comfortable with her. I'll drive."

Bianca refused to look at me. She simply opened the back door and motioned for me to step inside. She followed me in and we fastened our seatbelts.

Sara drove us out of the garage and out into the city. Part of me expected her to drive like a maniac, in a hurry to get home so that we could fuck. But she drove slowly and carefully, totally at ease.

Bianca sat beside me with her hands folded in her lap. She was staring straight ahead. In addition to the skimpy blue top, she wore a black silky skirt that went down to mid-thigh. The skirt had ridden up a bit. A few more inches and her underwear would be exposed.

"You told Sara about me?" I asked.

She glanced at me and nodded.

"What did you say?"

Bianca scoffed and shook her head. "I told her you had an obvious crush on me, and I was being completely professional about it."

"She told me that you were a sexy little thing," Sara said. "The other night she asked me to pretend to be you while I went down on her."

I gasped as tingles spread across my chest and down my belly. I was absolutely soaking my panties now. I reached out and put a hand on Bianca's thigh.

"If you wanted me to go down on you, all you had to do was ask," I said.

Sara chuckled as she nonchalantly changed lanes to pass someone. Bianca gasped and grabbed my hand. Instead of pushing it away, she squeezed it.

"Baby, just kiss her," Sara said. "I made her come in the bathroom. We've already crossed the line."

"Jesus," Bianca gasped. "Sara!"

"I didn't know I was fingering your damn intern, Bianca. She came onto me, and I was there looking for someone just like her. Wasn't I?"

I unbuckled my seat belt and scooted closer to Bianca. I slid my hand up thigh until my fingers were just under her skirt. Her hand still covered mine and she squeezed it as I dug my nails into the meat of her thigh. She groaned and turned to look at me. "Isabelle, are you sure about this?"

Rather than answer her, I mashed my lips against hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I glanced at the rear view mirror and saw Sara smiling at me. She shook her head.

Bianca's hand squeezed mine and enthusiastically returned my kiss. Then she moved my hand further up her skirt and against her pussy. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her pubic hair tickled my palm as I shifted as I delved my middle finger into her slit.

"Mm," she moaned into my mouth.

I pulled away from our kiss. "I got so wet when I first met you, Bianca."

"Oh my god."

"I went to the club tonight hoping to find someone who reminded me of you."

"Isabelle." She was shaking.

I pushed my finger inside her. "Do you want me."

"Fuck yes, I do."

She pushed me away and unbuckled her seat belt. She pulled the straps of her top from her shoulders and let it drop, exposing her small breasts. They were gorgeous. Her nipples were hard and aching for me. She lunged forward and kissed me. Her hands went to my shorts and opened them. I played gently with her breasts as she peeled off my shorts and my thong roughly, and then both her hands were all over my pussy. She jammed three fingers into me and attacked my clit with the thumb of her other hand as we kissed.

"That's it, baby," I said. "I'm yours tonight."

She was so much larger than me. She felt so powerful as she fucked me. I loved it.

My squeals were muffled by her tongue as she took me. I had been the aggressor but that was over. She fucked me with her hand and my head dropped back against the seat.

"Oh fuck! Yes, Bianca. Fuck me!"

She pumped away as she scooted down until her face was between my thighs. She was going to eat my pussy! I spread my legs for her.

She paused and smiled. "Okay, I admit it. I've fantasized about fucking you. You were too sexy. I couldn't resist."

Then she buried her face in my cunt, pushing her tongue deep into my tunnel. Her fingers were a blur on my clit. I grabbed her head with both my hands and pulled her against me.

"Yes, baby. Just like that," I said.

She slapped my hand away. "Just lie back," she said.

I obeyed, letting myself slide down the leather seat until I was flat on my back. Bianca moved around in the cramped space, searching for a good angle to eat me out. She tried kneeling on the floor of the car, but that wasn't working. She moved back up onto the seat. Her knees were beside my head. I tried to look up her skirt, but her legs were pressed together.

"Straddle me," I said. "Le me taste your pussy."

She lifted one leg over me and let it rest on the other side of my head. In the darkness I could make out the faint outline of her cunt. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short, but not shaved at all. I placed both hands on her ass and pulled her down.

She kept eating me as she lowered her pussy to my face. I lifted my head to meet her and ran my tongue from her clit to her asshole. She gasped and lifted her head from between my legs. "Sara, this girl's hot little tongue is all over my cunt."

"Save some for me," Sara said.

She tasted salty and tangy. Her musk was strong. I probed between her lips, gathering her nectar. Then I darted my tongue forward and made it dance over her clit.

"Yeah, just like that, Isabelle," she said. "Be a good girls and make me come.' She finger-fucked me as she mimicked the movement of my tongue on my own clit.

I don't know how long we were in that sixty-nine, but I came hard. I screamed into her pussy. I recovered after a few seconds and went back to work.

"Fuck yes, girl," Bianca said. "Don't stop."

I grinned. "Yes, Ms. Bianca."

Sara laughed.

Bianca growled as she sat up and slapped my hip, grinding her pussy into my mouth. "Do not call me that."

"No, call her that," Sara said. "Please."

"Yes, Ms. Sara."

Bianca hissed as I worked on her with my hands and tongue. Within minutes she was coming all over my face. Her juices dipped onto my mouth. I sucked as much as I could. Bianca's hips shook and she rolled away. I sat up and tried to catch my breath.

Bianca pulled her top back up and refastened her seatbelt.

For a moment, I thought she was having some regrets. But she then she smiled at me. She picked up my shorts and handed them to me. I put them back on. I put my thong in my pocket and fastened my seatbelt.

"I can't believe this is happening," Bianca said.

"Me neither," I said.

"Isabelle... I know your internship is over, but I offered to be a reference."

"I know."

"I want you to know, nothing that happens tonight affects that."

I grabbed her hand. "I understand."

"I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything."

"I don't," I said. I squeezed her hand. "I want to tell you something."

"Okay."

"At the end of our farewell lunch last Friday, I ran to the restroom before we left."

"I remember."

"I made myself come in there while thinking of you." I licked her earlobe, and she shivered. "I wanted to fuck you so bad."

Sara groaned from the driver's seat. She had only one hand on the wheel. I could guess where the other was.

The three of us chatted about nonsexual stuff for the rest of the drive. If someone had overhead us, they would never have suspected that the three of us were getting ready to have a threesome. The small talk helped us all relax, which was good. All of us were probably a little nervous about the line that Bianca and I had crossed. We had just come all over each other's faces, and that was just the beginning. Plus, I was going to fuck Sara as well. Knowing Bianca, she would probably think I was there only for her, not Sara. That was partly true, but Sara was hot and I had enjoyed my time with her in the restroom. If the two of them were looking for a third that night, I would be that third.

When we arrived at their house, I had no idea where we were. I hadn't paid much attention to where we were going. I had an urge to take my phone out to look at a map and get my bearings. I ignored the feeling. All I cared about was going inside and seeing where the night would lead us.

Sara pulled into the driveway of a modest, two-floor tropical modern house with expansive windows. From what I could see in the limited light, it was beautiful. We all stepped out of the Mercedes. Bianca fussed with her skirt for a moment, but Sara crashed into her and kissed her. As I came around to their side of the car, I saw Bianca forget about adjusting her skirt, which was bunched so that half her ass was exposed. As they kissed passionately, I fixed her skirt. Bianca flinched at my light touch and they broke apart. Both of them looked at me like they couldn't believe I was there.

"Have you... have you two done this before?" I asked.

They glanced at each other.

"I haven't," Bianca said. "Sara has."

"In a previous relationship," Sara said firmly.

My stomach did a little flip. "So, this is something you've been fantasizing about doing together."

Bianca nodded as she chewed her lip. Her eyes were riveted to mine. She was still nervous, even after the two of us had spent half the car ride eating each other out.

Sara took her wife's hand. "It's okay, baby. You've had fun so far, right."

"Yes," Bianca said.

"And you have, too?" Sara asked me.

I nodded. I beamed my most mischievous smiled at Bianca. "I think you both know that. Both of you have made me come tonight.."

Sara shoved Bianca at me and spun away, sprinting to the front door. Bianca stepped toward me. Her timidity was making me so horny, because I wanted to break her of that. I wanted her to know that I would give her everything she wanted tonight.

"Kiss me," I whispered.

She stepped closer and took my face in her hands. She kissed me lightly and I ran my tongue across her lips.

She groaned. "I can taste myself on your mouth."

"Same," I said. "Would you like to taste your wife's pussy on my lips, too?"

"You're such a tease." She took my hand and led me inside.

I was definitely not a tease.

Their house was beautiful, bordering on luxurious. "Sara is an interior designer," Bianca said. She was holding my hand as she led me through the vast open space of the ground floor.

Sara headed into the open kitchen area and opened the fridge. "Drinks?"

"Just water, please" I said.

Sara brought me and Bianca bottles of water. Then she sat in a big chair upholstered with soft white fabric. I lowered myself on a couch that was in the same style. Bianca sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I sat back and took a long sip of water. I let my knees fall open as I relaxed.

Sara's eyes drifted down my body and fixed on my crotch. I remembered that my thong was now in my pocket and my translucent white shorts weren't hiding much, especially given that they were drenched. Sara was getting a very nice preview.

I let my legs swing open and closed playfully. "See something interesting, "I asked.

Bianca saw what was happening and laughed. "You are incorrigible," she said.

"Some of my friends call me an instigator," I said.

"That sounds right," Sara said.

We talked a bit. Bianca asked me if I'd heard back from any of the jobs I'd applied to. One firm had called and requested an initial interview. I was going to do it via Zoom next week.

"That's fantastic," Bianca said.

Sara smiled and finished off her water.

The chatter died down. Sara was leaning forward in her chair, ready to spring into action. Her eyes were devouring me, and I liked it. Bianca looked from her to me and back again.

I turned to Bianca. "Maybe you could show me your bedroom."

Sara stood up and collected our empty water bottles. Bianca stood and waved her hand, urging me to follow. She walked upstairs and I watched her body as she took each step. From this angle, I could almost see her bare ass under the skirt. If I crawled up the stairs on my hands and knees, I would probably be able to see everything she had to show me under there. Instead, I kept my cool and followed.

I heard Sara open and close something, probably dumping the bottles in a recycling bin.

Bianca led me down a hall past three closed doors. She pushed open the fourth door and went inside. When I followed her in, I found a beautiful bedroom that was three times the size my apartment's bedroom. The bed was a king, of course, with an abundance of throw pillows and a fluffy black blanket.

I took in the art, the mid-century dressers, the mirrors, the lighting. It was elegant and comfortable.

"Oh, my god. Sorry." Bianca hurried over to the bed. The headboard and foot of the bed frame two pairs of straps secured to them. Bianca opened one, and I heard the familiar sound of velcro being torn apart.

"What are those?" I asked.

"I can't believe Sara forgot to put these away."

"Are those what I think they are?" I asked.

"What do you think they are?" Sara was behind me. I spun around to find her in just her tee-shirt and some red boy-shorts. Her coat and jeans were nowhere to be seen.

"It looks like you guys like to tie each other up," I said.

Sara shrugged. "Sometimes."

I turned back to Bianca, who was moving to the second strap on the footboard. I hurried over and put a hand on hers to stop her. She frowned at me.

"Do you like to be tied up?" I asked.

She smiled. "We switch back and forth. Don't worry. We aren't looking for that tonight."

My body was on fire. I glanced back at Sara again. "Maybe I am," I said.

"Seriously, Izzy?" Sara asked.

Just the thought of being tied up with these two was driving me wild. I totally trusted Bianca. She was a wonderful person, and a very good lover from what I could see so far.

"Wouldn't the two of you enjoy tying me down and doing whatever you want with me?" I asked.

Bianca moaned.

"Get the cuffs," Sara said. She stalked toward me, her huge, fantastic boobs jiggling as she approached. She kissed me softly. "Thank you for this," she whispered. "Bianca wanted to try this, and the fact that it's you... It's everything."

I kissed her and enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressing against mine. I backed away and groped her tits. "God, you are hot," I said.

She laughed as I played with her. "So are you, girl. Sexy bitch."

Bianca joined us. She had four sets of black fabric handcuffs. They weren't cute and fluffy, but they weren't steel police cuffs, either. They were utilitarian, but soft. Bianca also held up a black blindfold. "Would you like to try this, too?"

"Oh god, yes." I pulled my top over my head and to tossed it aside. I dropped my purse on the floor unbuttoned my shorts. Sara stripped, too. Bianca just watched as I shimmied my tight shorts over my ass and down my legs.

"Not even a trace of a tan on this girl," Sara said.

"My skin is way too delicate for the sun. SPF 1000 whenever I leave the house, "I said.

"It certainly is delicate," Bianca said. "You are beautiful."

I jumped onto the bed and crawled to the headboard.

Sara and Bianca quickly moved to either side of the bed. They silently gathered throw pillows and piled them on the floor. I would have just thrown them, but these women clearly cared about their pillows.

I lay on my back and watched them finish clearing the bed. When they were done, they both drank in my naked body with their eyes. I felt myself dripping onto their bedspread.

Bianca tossed two of the sets of handcuffs to Sara. I held my arms out to either side and felt them wrap the cuffs around my wrists and then secure them to the straps. They were velcro. With enough force, I could probably tear myself free. I didn't plan too.

They moved down to my feet and I spread my legs so that my ankles were close to the straps. They secured the cuffs to me and then the straps on the bed frame.

Bianca stripped off her top and her lacy black bra. Her skirt went after that. And I sighed as I took in these two older women who were about to make me their plaything.

"I am so horny," I said.

They both laughed. Bianca climbed onto the bed and loomed over me with the blindfold. "Are you sure?" she asked.

I nodded.

She placed it over my eyes and tied it behind my head.

"If you want to stop, just use a safe word," Bianca said.

"Okay," I said.

"What do you want your word to be?" Sara asked.

"Potato." It was the first word that popped into my head. All three of us laughed at the randomness of it.

"Okay, do you have any don'ts for us?" Sara asked.

"No pain. No humiliation. No waters sports or other bathroom stuff."

"Okay, good. We're not into any of that," Bianca said.

"Just tell us if you don't like what's happening" Sara said. "Or... use your safe word. We'll untie you right away."

I smiled. I couldn't see anything. I was so excited.

Then I heard them whispering. They were probably talking about how they wanted to get started. I tried to wait patiently, but after a couple minutes I sighed. One of them chuckled.

I waited in silence for another minute or two, and the anticipation was driving me crazy.

I felt so out of control, and I loved it. Someone lay beside me and I strained at the cuffs on my wrists. I wanted to touch her, whoever she was.

"Are you going to be our little plaything tonight," Sara said beside my left ear.

"Yes," I said.

She kissed me and I basked in the softness of her lips and the heat of her tongue as it probed my mouth. Then something warm and wet enclosed my right nipple and I realized that Bianca was sucking on me. Four hands started exploring my body, running lightly over my breasts, my throat, my hips, and my thighs. I was aching for someone to touch my pussy, but they kept me waiting and wanting. I arched my back, straining to make them touch me more, to go to more intimate areas.

"Bianca," Sara said.

Bianca released my aching nipple. "Yes, dear?"

"Let's make this girl our slut tonight."

I shuddered at those words.

"Of course, Sara," Bianca said.

They both started moving at once. I lay there panting and helpless. The blindfold allowed a little light in, but I was oblivious to what they were doing. Something blocked the light and I realized someone was above my head. A weight landed on either side of me, causing my head to bounce up a little. I took a shuddering breath, suspecting what was coming. I smelled the musk of a pussy before I felt it press against my face. Dripping labia rubbed against my nose and parted. This was Sara. She tasted more bitter than Bianca, whose pussy I had gotten to know very well during the drive over here.

I shifted my head back and pushed my tongue between those lips. I moaned as I tasted her.

"Fuck yes, you slut," Sara grunted. "Eat me."

I pushed my tongue as deep as I could, and Sarah's body shivered against my face.

A tongue suddenly made contact with my own pussy as fingers spread me open. Bianca lapped at my inner labia before lifting her tongue to my clit, which sent a jolt through my whole body. I tried to squeeze my thighs against her head, but the cuffs around my ankles prevented me.

Oh god, I am completely out of control, I thought. They can do anything they want to me.

My pussy gushed at the thought, and I attacked Sara's pussy, whimpering and groaning. I wanted this woman to come all over my face.

"Izzy you are so delicious," Bianca said. "I wish I took you months ago. I could have had you on my desk every morning, legs spread, my face in your beautiful cunt."

Where was the nervous woman who was uneasy about bedding her intern? A flip had switched in her, and I liked it. Very much.

I squealed as two fingers invaded my cunt. The orgasm surprised me. I soaked Bianca's fingers. Sensing my orgasm, she only went harder, pumping her digits in and out as she nibbled gently on my clit. I wanted her tell her to nibble a little harder, but Sara's pussy pressed too tightly against my mouth. My orgasm stretched out. I screamed into Sara wet hole, which put her over the edge.

"Oh, god, what a perfect slut," Sara said. She shook and let more of her weight settle on my face. "I like your little tongue, girl. Lick my cunt."

Sara ground herself against my face, spreading her juices across my lips and cheeks. She was making a mess of me. A little flare of panic rose up inside me as I realized I was struggling to breathe. Perhaps Sara sensed something because she shifted forward. Her body pressed against me and her tongue landed on my clit. Bianca was still down there, and she shifted her tongue to my slit. Both of them worked me over slowly, devouring me.

"Oh my god!" I screamed. I fought against my bindings. I wanted to touch myself.

"Come like a good girl, Isabelle," Bianca said. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to fuck you."

"Please don't stop," I gasped. "Both of you. Keep going."

"Tell us what you want," Sara said.

"Make me come!"

"How?" Sara asked.

"Eat me. Eat my pussy. Please."

"Her cunt is gorgeous," Sara said.

"I love the red landing strip."

New fingers invaded me. "She is so tight," Sara groaned. She shifted her body until her pussy bumped against my chin. I bent my head forward and lapped at her. "Such a talented tongue, too. Right?"

"Yes," Bianca said. And now Bianca pushed a finger inside me. Two of Sara's and one of Bianca's. They fell into a rhythm, where Bianca's finger would slide outward as Sara's two would slide in, and then the opposite as Bianca delved deep and Sara withdrew.

"Oh my fucking god!" I screamed.

I stretched my tongue out and found Sara's clit. She scooted forward just out of reach. "Just enjoy this, Izzy," she said.

They fucked me relentlessly and I came screaming. They didn't stop, and I didn't ask them to. They brought me to a second orgasm within a few minutes. Then they withdrew their fingers and took turns massaging my clit with their tongues until I came a third time.

I begged them to stop. Sara rolled off me and they both got off the bed.

"More water," Sara said. "We need more water. I'll be right back."

Bianca sat on the bed. I sensed her lying down beside me. Her hand caressed my left breast. She was very gentle.

"Would you like us to untie you?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"What would you like to do next?"

"You decide," I said. "I'm tied up, so you can do whatever you feel like." I smiled as I realized how much I liked being tied up. I liked being dominated a little. Jimmy would discover this one day and take full advantage. So would Eliza.

She was quiet for a few moments. Then she pushed herself up and moved on top of me.

"Oh yes. Please," I said.

She sat on my face. She was facing the headboard, so it was hard for me to reach her clit. I concentrated on driving my tongue into her tunnel. She gasped and started to slide herself up and down my tongue until I finally did get to her clit. "Fuck, Isabelle."

"That is so sexy," Sara said. "Come on her face, baby."

"Yes, yes, yes. Eat me, Isabelle."

I obeyed. I hummed with delight as she soaked my face. I heard the sound of sloppy kissing. Sara was kissing her wife as she rubbed her pussy all over my face. A hand touched my hip and caressed my stomach. I shook with desire, clenching various muscles as I tried to move closer to Sara's hand. It slid up my body and teased my breast. Then a mouth was on my nipple and I groaned into Bianca's pussy.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Bianca screamed and her cream poured onto my face. She wasn't a squirter, but she did gush a little. I sucked down what I could.

Bianca rolled off me and tore my blindfold away. She was propped up on an elbow, smiling at me. Her sweaty hair was a mess. Sara lay on my other side and smiled too. She held out a water bottle and I drank it down. Some of it dribbled down my chin, and I laughed at how helpless I was.

Bianca undid the cuffs on my hands. Sara moved down and freed my ankles. I thought maybe they were done with me, ready for me to leave. Instead, they both stretched out on either side of me and took turns kissing me. Their hands wandered, but not too far. Mostly caressing face, my arms, my stomach, my hips. Bianca's hands sometimes wandered to my breasts, and I was happy for her to linger. But she didn't. They kissed each other above my head as often as they kissed me.

Finally I rolled onto Sara and started sucking on her nipple. She whimpers and spread her legs for me. I wasted no time, jamming two fingers inside he

"Damn, you are insatiable," Sara said.

"Come for me," I said.

Bianca lay on her side and watched me fuck her wife to another orgasm.

After that, we lay in silence for a while, stroking each other's bodies.

"Thank you, Isabelle," Bianca said.

"Thank you," I said. "I really needed this."

"Me, too," Sara sighed. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"I have a confession to make," I said.

"Oh?" Bianca said.

I didn't want to keep the lie in place. Not after tonight. I really liked them. I would probably never see them again, but I liked them, and I respected Bianca too much.

"When I came onto Sara in the bathroom, I knew she was your wife," I said. "I watched you try to pick up a couple women."

"Oh my god," Bianca said. She sat up and covered her mouth with her hands. Her little breasts jiggled. I tried not to stare at them.

Sara chuckled. "You really are an instigator."

"I knew what you were looking for, and I wanted it, too. So I ambushed Sara in the restroom."

Bianca dropped her hands to her side and smirked at me. "I can't believe you."

"I'm sorry," I said.

She shook her head. "I'm impressed by your tenacity. You know how to get what you want."

"That's for sure," Sara said.

"Do you forgive me?" I asked.

They exchanged a look, and Bianca smiled. "Yes. After this evening, how can I hold a grudge." She kissed my cheek.

"I was worried you were going to kick me out of bed."

"Well," Sara said. She looked at Bianca, who bit her lip.

"Oh," I said. "You want alone time. I totally get it."

"We agreed ahead of time that we would reconnect right after this," Bianca said.

"It's always been part of the plan," Sara said. She sat up.

"I totally understand," I said. "I can call a cab."

Bianca's eyes widened. "Oh no, we're not kicking you out of our house. We have a guest room. You can sleep in there."

"Oh, okay!' I said.

"Tomorrow, I'll make us breakfast," Sara said. "And we'll drive you home."

Bianca lowered herself onto the bed again and hugged me. "Maybe after breakfast, we can play a little more," she said. She licked my lips, which undoubtedly still tasted like her and Sara. I darted my tongue out and played with hers. We started kissing. I grabbed her breast and squeezed, making her moan into my mouth.

"No, no, no. Bianca, it was your rule that we reconnect," Sara said.

Bianca laughed and tore herself away from. "I know. She's just so delicious."

"She is. As you said, we can have another taste of her after breakfast." Sara kissed my forehead. "Would that be okay with you?"

"Uh huh," I said.

I rolled away from both of them toward the foot of the bed, and swung my legs around so that I could get off the mattress. I turned around, still completely naked, as they were. Both of them looked me up and down. I grinned. I loved to show off sometimes, especially with people I really liked. I loved having eyes on me, taking me in, wanting me. And they both wanted me very much still. I placed a hand on my hip and lifted my right heel to point my toes into the floor. I knew this pose made my hips shift sexily and my tits jiggle a little. With the hand that wasn't on my hip, I squeezed one of my nipples. "You can both fuck me any which way you want to tomorrow. Hell, it's a Sunday. I'll let you keep me tied up in your bed all day if you want. But I need to be home at some point. I have to study for finals."

"Fuck, I forgot you were a college student," Sara said. "You are so young."

Bianca got out of bed and went to her closet. She retrieved a silky robe and wrapped it around herself. Then she opened a dresser drawer and scrounged up some boxers and a tee-shirt, which she handed to me. "No more nakedness. I need to get you into our guest room."

I immediately put on the boxers and shirt and followed her down the hall. She turned on the light of a guest room and turned down the bedspread and sheets like a maid at a hotel. I stood watching her. The skimpy robe was short enough that her ass kept peeking out. I resisted an urge to walk over to her and slide my fingers into her pussy.

She fluffed a couple pillows and turned to face me. She caught me staring at her ass and shook her head. "You are incorrigible."

"You're so sexy," I said.

She stalked up to me and grabbed a fistful of my hair. She mashed her lips against me and gave me a brain-melting kiss. She took one of my hands and moved it into her robe where she pressed it against one of her boobs. I squeezed it as we kissed. I was gushing for her all over again, and I was ready to drop to my knees and make her come on my tongue

"Bianca?" I asked.

"Yes?" Her hand snaked into my borrowed boxers and cupped my pussy. I moaned as her finger entered me. I was tired from all the fucking we had done already, but I didn't care. I would let her take what she wanted.

"Oh, god," I gasped. "At the end of the last day of my internship, I came into your office?

"I remember." She curled her finger inside me, and my pussy clenched.

"Were you masturbating when I came in?"

Her eyes widened, and she actually blushed. After everything we had done together tonight, she could still blush at something I said.

"Yes," Bianca said. "I was." Her thumb circled my clit.

I groaned and grabbed her wrist, needing to hold onto her as she worked me toward another orgasm. "Were you... Oh. Um. Were you thinking about me?"

She smiled. Then she opened her robe. I leaned down to suck one of her nipples. She responded by fucking me harder with her finger.

"Yes, I was, Isabelle. I was thinking about you sitting under my desk and pleasing me."

"I would have," I said. "I would have."

"You are a perfect little slut for me, aren't you."

"Yes, Ms. Bianca."

She laughed and slapped my ass with her free hand.

"Oh fuck." I came on her fingers. I had lost track, but believed that was my seventh or eighth of the night. "You are so good at making me come."

Bianca pulled her hand out of me and stuck her finger in her mouth. She made a show of running her tongue up and down its length, savoring my come. Then she shoved the finger in my mouth. I groaned as I sucked on it. She pulled it away and closed her robe.

"We will have a nice afternoon tomorrow," Bianca said. "Now, good night." She walked past me and closed the door behind her.

#

"Oh my god, that was so hot," Eliza said. "I can't believe how brazen you were back then."

She was lying on her belly between my thighs and tonguing my clit. Jimmy lay beside me, kissing me and fondling my breasts. I needed him to suck my nipples, but I also didn't want him to stop kissing me. It was a quandary. I groaned when I felt Eliza's delicate fingers enter me.

"She's still just as brazen today," Jimmy said. "And I'm so glad she is. Otherwise, we wouldn't have you, Elle."

"Of course." Eliza kissed my inner thigh and I groaned. I wanted her tongue on my pussy, but she was teasing me. "I am on fire. I'm picturing you with them and I can't stand it. Oh god, Isabelle. I am so fucking horny!" She kissed my clit and brushed my labia with her fingers. I squirmed under her touch.

"You liked my story?" I asked.

"I didn't think you had a story in you that could top any of the things we have done together," Jimmy said.

"Oh, I don't know about that," I said. I grunted as Eliza shoved two fingers into my pussy. She was usually very gentle with me. My story had definitely done its work on her. "We've done some wild things. And we can create plenty of new stories between the three of us."

"I want you guys to tie me up some time," Eliza said.

"We don't have any cuffs," Jimmy said. "I could order some online and have them shipped to the apartment."

"You have at least a dozen neckties," I said.

Jimmy smirked and nodded. "Yes, I do."

Eliza started to sit up, but I placed a hand on her head and pushed her back down between my thighs. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I was going to kiss you," she said. She smiled sweetly at me, acting like a kiss was exactly what I needed. It was a tease. She knew I wanted her to make me come. She was so fucking cute. I couldn't stand it.

"I was getting close," I said.

She pouted and flicked her against my clit, making me flinch.

"Oh fuck!" I lifted my hips up, trying to move my pussy closer to her face, practically begging her to eat me.

She sat up, and I stopped myself from pushing her head down again. I loved her too much to stop her from doing what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was to kiss me.

After a long, horny kiss that made me even more wet, she turned to Jimmy. The look she gave him made me shudder. The lust in her eyes was intense. Even now, after all the sex, the declarations of love, and the engagement, I don't think Jimmy fully realized how much this woman wanted and needed him. I had seen it on that first day she came into his apartment. He thought she was there to renew their friendship, but I knew better. She had always wanted him, and I could see it.

Back then, I thought it would be fun to let them have a little taste of each other. Our tryst with Christina had shown that I could trust him to enjoy another woman with me, but something told me at the time to be careful with Eliza. They had a lot more history than Jimmy had with Christina. So, I set a boundary between them. No sex. Only oral. As I watched her suck his cock that night, I realized that I was treading on dangerous territory. She didn't only want him. She loved him, even if she wasn't quite ready to admit it to herself.

The rest of that weekend was very messy, but I have zero regrets. I started that weekend with one great love in my life. Now I have two.

Eliza's smoldering gaze softened into a smile and she shoved Jimmy onto his back. I watched them kiss for a while. I could see it in her eyes. She needed him inside her. I felt a little wistful because I had already decided that she should be the center of attention tonight, meaning I would get very little of Jimmy's cock. I would not begrudge her. I would not begrudge her anything.

I rolled over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Eliza groaned behind me, which told me Jimmy was doing something more than kiss her. I smiled.

She loves him so much. And so do I.

I searched through the drawer, pushing aside hair clips, a reading light, a bottle of lube, and some ancient condoms. There it was, Eliza's navy blue sleep mask. I remembered seeing it the other day while searching for her lube.

I turned around to find Jimmy fingering her. She had his cock out and was stroking it. Their tongues were dancing in their mouths. My pussy twitched at the sight.

"Blindfold?" I asked.

She turned to me, and Jimmy kissed her cheek, her ear. She shivered. "Yes, please," she said.

I slid the night mask over her eyes.

"Isabelle?" she said.

"Yes, Elle."

"I'm so grateful for both of you."

"Oh sweetie. We're grateful, too." I kissed her. "Can you see me?"

"Not at all."

"Good."

I pushed her onto her back and eased her panties down her legs, kissing her thighs, knees, and shins as I went.

I looked up and found her and Jimmy kissing again. Jimmy was playing with her nipples, which was no surprise. Nothing obsessed him more than Eliza's nipples. And she still had her fingers wrapped around his cock. She was always so horny for his cock. I couldn't blame her. I had already decided it was the only cock I wanted ever again.

"Spread your legs," I said.

"Oh wow, this is so hot," she said. "I can't see what either of you are doing."

"That's the point of a blindfold, Elle," Jimmy said.

I moved between her legs and gazed at her shaved pussy. I blew hot breath over her labia. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Lick me."

"Lick you where?" I asked.

"Lick my pussy, Isabelle. I need you to taste me."

"Your wish is my command."

I used my fingers to spread her open, and I dipped my tongue inside to scoop her warm honey into my mouth. As always, I enjoyed finding how different her taste was from mine. I think she tasted sweeter. I asked Jimmy about that once, and he refused to give me a straight answer, which was a good decision. He was wise sometimes.

"Everything is going to be fine with your family, baby," I said.

She gasped as my tongue delved deeper. She rotated her hips, making my tongue slide around inside her.

"Mm-hm," Eliza moaned.

"Eventually, they will understand." I slid my tongue up to her clit and pushed a finger inside her.

"Oh god. Oh god!" Eliza shivered. Jimmy was licking and sucking her tits and she held his head with both hands. "You're right. They'll be okay with things someday."

Someday. She said someday. There was too much uncertainty in that word. When? When would they accept our relationship? I felt sad for her. For all of us. I loved what we had together. I loved Eliza and Jimmy more than anything, but a lot of people were struggling to understand and accept it.

I watched my two lovers kiss as I fluttered my tongue over Eliza, letting it roll over the swollen nub of her clit and feeling it bend back and forth under my touch.

"Oh Isabelle!" Eliza's thighs pressed against my ears, but not too hard. We rode out her first orgasm of the night together.

I pushed myself up onto my knees and tapped Jimmy's hip. "It's time for you to make love to our girl, Jimmy."

He nodded with a very serious and determined look on his face. Then his eyes brightened and his lips curled into a smile. He crawled to me. "Kiss me first."

I eased into a kiss with him and my lips tingled immediately. I couldn't suppress a little moan as I let his tongue into my mouth. Oh, his kisses always made me so wet. Within seconds, I had the urge to mount him and take his cock into me. I needed him.

No, not yet. Elle goes first.

But it was so hard to let her have him. That kiss had flipped a switch in my head. I had been so distracted by my need to take care of Eliza, and I had neglected our man. And now I realized that I needed him badly. I kissed him some more, and grabbed his hard cock.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I asked.

"Yes, you have actually," Jimmy said.

Eliza giggled below us, blind to what we were doing. But she probably had some ideas.

"Tonight, Eliza needs this more than I do, but not by much"

He smiled and kissed me some more.

"Make love to our girl," I said.

He nodded and gave me one last kiss. "You need to get yours, too, baby. We all need to feel good tonight."

I shrugged.

"Isabelle," Eliza called out. She was still blindfolded. She wasn't sure where I was.

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you to sit on my face while he takes me."

Well, Jimmy was right. We all needed to feel good tonight.

"Your wish is my command," I said.