A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 04

Jimmy

After we broke the news of our engagement to my family, we had two great days in Maine. Following all the family drama and relationship stress, alone time in the Airbnb with Izzy and Eliza was just what I needed.

A few days later, a Friday, I arrived at work with a big iced coffee and sat down in my office to start my workday.

I was really looking forward to tonight, because I was having a one-on-one date with Izzy. Eliza, Izzy and I had followed through on our plan to have date nights every other weekend. Two of us would go out together while the third did something on their own. These dates allowed us to work on our one-on-one connections. In the future, we would probably do them less often as we solidified our relationship. But early in our days as a throuple, I found date nights really rewarding.

Izzy and Eliza had one the weekend before we visited my family while I had crashed at a friend's house. When I came home the next morning, they had a big breakfast waiting for me. But they also couldn't stop hugging and kissing each other as we ate. Their romantic connection was palpable.

Tonight, Izzy and I were going to out to dinner and a movie. Izzy loved going to the movies more than anyone I knew. She wanted to see a French film that I had never heard of.

This would be the last date night for any of us before we launched the final stage of Operation Tell Our Families About Our Poly Engagement. In two weeks, we would fly to Miami to see Izzy's family. Until then, the three of us were trying to settle back into our lives. Eliza especially needed to settle in, since she moved to Boston only six weeks ago.

As I waited for my computer to boot, I picked up my desk phone and made a call. After three rings, my friend answered.

"Jalen Franks speaking."

"Jalen, it's Jim."

"Hey buddy, what's up."

Jalen was a friend from high school. He lived in central Massachusetts with his wife and two young kids, which meant I didn't see him often. Izzy had met him a couple times. He was a lawyer.

"I was wondering if I could hire you for something," I said.

"Jim, you know about ninety-five percent of my business is divorce, right?" Jalen asked.

"Yeah, but you know your way around all aspects of family law. Don't you?"

"Shit, are you and Izzy getting married? Does she want a prenup? I wouldn't blame her. You're a real piece of shit."

I laughed. "Shut up and listen, man. I have a unique situation."

I explained our engagement and our legal conundrum. It took about fifteen minutes to get through it all. Jalen was laughing with disbelief by the end of it.

"Dude, this is amazing," he said. "Okay, so you're looking for some help with how to make all this legal?"

"Exactly. Legal in a way that leaves all of us on equal footing."

"If you're concerned about child custody stuff, the ladies could marry each other," Jalen said. "That would affirm their rights as parents to each other's children. As the biological father, you would have no problem working out parental rights with any kids they have."

"I thought about that," I said. "But it goes beyond kids. Property rights. Health care access and proxies. Inheritance. Izzy wants everyone to be financially and legally secure, and Eliza's position is even more complicated. Let's just say that I need a three-way legal framework that gives all of us equal standing."

"I hear you. Let me do some research," Jalen said. "Some of this will be straightforward, but I'll dig in and report back in a week or two. That work for you?"

"Definitely. I know we're friends, but I'll pay you your normal rate. Don't feel obligated to give me a discount or anything."

"Fuck that. This will be my wedding gift. Congratulations!"

After Jalen and I wrapped up our call, I scrolled through my email. My boss had sent me a message a couple hours ago, and he had marked it as important. All it said was, "See me in my office."

I stepped out of my office and walked past a dozen cubicles until I arrived at Kent's. The door was open, but I knocked anyway.

"Jim, come in," Kent said. "Close it behind you."

Kent was in his late fifties and bald with a gray beard. He was in decent shape, maybe ten or twenty pounds overweight. He was wearing a blue suit, despite our business casual office.

I closed the door and took a chair in front of his desk. Part of me wondered if he was going to offer me a partnership in the private equity firm. He'd mentioned it a few times over the last two years.

He leaned back in his chair and scratched at his beard. "Do you know someone named..." He paused and leaned forward to check something on his computer. "William Bennington?"

A little chill spread over my neck. Kent was asking me if I knew Eliza's father. Whatever this was, I knew it wasn't good.

"I know him," I said.

"He sent a letter to our chief people officer, Mandy."

"A letter?" My heart raced.

Kent rubbed his forehead with both hands. "I really don't want to be having this conversation, Jim. He called you a bigamist. You're marrying his daughter and another woman at the same time. Is this true?"

What the fuck?

"Not true. I'm marrying my girlfriend Izzy. You've met her."

"Lovely woman." He nodded seriously.

I had no choice. I had to explain myself. I told him about Eliza and how the three of us were engaged. I made it clear that we were doing nothing illegal. I told him the current plan, that I would marry Izzy and Eliza would be our domestic partner. I didn't bother going beyond that. He didn't need to know about Izzy's concerns, Eliza's stubbornness, or my enlistment of Jalen's help.

Kent stopped me after a couple minutes. "I don't need to know everything. I take it this William Bennington is angry about the relationship you have with his daughter."

I nodded. "More angry than I realized."

"What he's accusing you of in this letter is a felony. That's why I needed to discuss this with you."

I tried to keep my breathing under control. Eliza's father was attempting to fuck up my life. I wanted to call him and tell him off, not just for making false accusations and trying to ruin my career. He was also hurting Eliza, which I couldn't abide.

"I'm sorry you got pulled into this, Kent," I said. "Mr. Bennington is clearly trying to sabotage my relationship with his daughter."

"Whatever you do in your private life is none of our business. But I needed to have this conversation with you, given that the letter went to Mandy. You understand? This was a serious accusation."

"I understand. What's next? How does this affect my position?"

He sighed and placed both hands on his desk. "I'll inform Mandy that we had this conversation. I'll tell her that I discovered these accusations to be false."

A knot loosened in my gut, and I relaxed into the chair. But I was still angry.

"As far I'm concerned, this won't affect you at all. You're the best analyst on my team, Jim. You're still on the partnership track. I want to offer it to you by the end of the year. But we don't want more letters like this. Understand?"

"I... I get it."

"More letters will cause a stir. Mandy would have to take it up the chain. She would have no choice. I would try to prevent that, but I can't guarantee it. So, I advise you to clean this up as best as you can."

"I'll deal with it, Kent."

"Good. Now, I know you're probably all twisted up about this nonsense. So, I'm taking you to lunch. And we're going to have cocktails."

I smiled despite how upset I felt. "Sounds good, boss.

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After work, I returned home to shower and dress. Izzy planned to meet me at the restaurant because she was working late. Eliza was having drinks with a some fellow associates at her new law firm.

Part of me was glad that Eliza was out. I wasn't ready to talk to her about her dad's letter. I was still too angry to talk about it. Also, her family's reaction to our engagement was already hurting her, and this escalation by her father was going to devastate her.

I didn't want this development to ruin date night with Izzy, either. I'd keep it to myself tonight, and we could deal with Mr. Bennington's shitty behavior tomorrow as a family.

I took the train to the brewpub and arrived with ten minutes to spare, but Izzy had beaten me there. She wore her black "fuck me" dress. It wasn't the sexiest dress she owned, but it was in the top three. And this one carried special memories. She wore in New York on the night we had our first threesome with Christina. I've often thought about how that threesome led to our relationship with Eliza. With Christina, Izzy and I had discovered we were conformable sharing ourselves with a third. Eliza had become our ultimate third. Our future wife.

When Izzy spotted me approaching, she hurried up the sidewalk to meet me. Her hips swayed tantalizingly as she marched my way, thanks to the black heels she wore. Her tits also swayed nicely, signaling that she was not wearing a bra. She was clearly in a naughty mood.

When she reached me, she hung her arms over my neck and kissed me. The kiss was tame, but she moaned when our lips made contact.

"You seem worked up," I said.

"I always feel so exposed when I wear this dress without a bra. It gets my juices flowing."

Izzy's exhibitionist streak could be fun to play with. And she especially enjoyed it when I pushed her to do more with it. Maybe I'd "take the wheel" tonight. That was our game. When I said those words, she agreed to do anything I told her to do, until she used her safe word, keychain.

Izzy had a tiny purse slung over shoulder, too small to carry a change of clothes.

"I know you didn't wear this dress to work," I said. "Where are your other clothes?"

She kissed me again. "I left them in my desk drawer after I changed."

"Did any of your coworkers see you like this?"

She bit her lip. "Only the cleaning service that comes in after hours, a couple of middle-aged women. One winked at me."

I liked the idea of people seeing her in this dress, even her coworkers. At the same time, only a few months ago her coworker Mark had harassed and assaulted her at party. When Eliza had tried to intervene, he had shoved her against a wall. After seeing him lay hands on both my partners, I had punched him in the face. I still felt guilty about the punch, even if the guy deserved much worse. I could have seriously injured him, which would have caused all kinds of complications for me and for Izzy.

Izzy's boss fired Mark. He was ancient history, but the situation taught me that there were shitty people in this world. Sometimes they saw a sexy woman like Izzy as a target. As much as it was fun having a fiancé with an exhibitionist streak, we had to be careful.

"I hope no one goes through my desk and finds my clothes." Her saucy smile told me she wanted to tease me.

"Why's that?"

She pulled me down so that my ear was at her lips. "Because I left my panties on top. Anyone who opens that drawer will see my little thong."

I was getting hard before our date had even started. I willed the bulge in my pants to subside before we went into the restaurant. "Are you naked under that dress?"

She nodded with a smirk. I shook my head and pretended to be scandalized, which made her laugh. She punched my shoulder playfully.

"Stop pretending you don't love it. Come on. I'm starving."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the pub. It was hard not to stare at her ass knowing there was nothing underneath that dress. It clung to her bum so nicely, leaving very little to my imagination. Her curvy body drove me wild.

I thought about football and math, anything to keep my erection down as we greeted the hostess. I mostly succeeded. We were seated in a booth, and Izzy decided to sit next to me rather than across from me. Our bench was wide enough for three people, but she sat close with her thigh against mine. As she browsed the drink menu, she rested a hand on my knee.

"Did you see Elle at home?" she asked.

"No, I think she went straight from work to the bar with her coworkers."

Talk of Eliza made my mind drift to her father's letter. I distracted myself by reading the detailed descriptions of the pub's beers on the menu. Soon our waitress arrived and we placed our drink orders. I had a strong porter and Izzy chose a wheat beer.

"I need to visit the ladies' room," Izzy said.

While she was gone, I watched the basketball game on a TV over the bar. Alone with my thoughts, I tried and failed to keep my mind off what happened at work with the letter. I felt angry all over again.

I didn't want the situation to spoil my date with Izzy, but I could feel myself getting tense. A big knot formed in my chest. When our beers arrived, I gulped a third of it in one swig.

Izzy returned and plopped down in our booth pressing her whole body against me. "You look so handsome tonight," she said.

"You are gorgeous. I can't take my eyes off you."

I made the mistake of staring into my beer as I said these words. Izzy picked up on my mood.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course," I lied.

"Really?"

I looked directly at her. "Absolutely."

She watched me as I took another sip of beer. She grabbed me by the chin and turned my face to her. "Tell me what's going on, baby. Are you upset that I was dressed like this in the office? I promise none of my coworkers saw. And Mark is long gone."

I was horrified that she thought she had done something to upset me. Izzy was truly a free spirit and I loved that about her. I didn't want her to feel inhibited by me.

I gently took her hand off my chin and squeezed it. "No, Izzy. I'm happy you feel safe to dress like that."

Her eyes glimmered as she bit her lip. "Then tell me what's going on. You're worrying me."

"Something happened at work. It's not good."

She backed away and turned her whole body toward me, folding her legs in front of her on the bench. "Tell me everything."

I watched her face as I described my conversation with Kent, the letter, and how it had forced me to out our relationship. At first, she gaped at me with big eyes, but her expression soon tightened into a frown. Her eyebrows lowered and her face reddened.

"That is so fucking shitty," she said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm angry. And I don't know what to do. How do I tell Elle?"

"You haven't told her yet?" she asked.

"No. This is going to hurt her. I wanted to wait until we're all together."

She nodded. "Are you scared to tell her about this?"

"Yes, wouldn't you be?"

She pursed her lips, and I couldn't help it. She looked so cute. I had to touch her, so I rubbed her thigh.

"Telling her family about us was really hard on her," Izzy said. "And your parents' reaction also shook her up. It was hard on all of us."

"She was expressing a lot of doubts about marrying us," I said.

Izzy sipped her beer and put down the glass. She covered my hand on her thigh with her own and squeezed it. "But she never shared any doubts about how much she loves us. Those two days on the Maine coast... with just the three of us... she made it clear how much she wants to be with us. She won't let her family drive us apart. I have faith in her."

Faith. I liked that. I had no doubts about Eliza's love for us, either. Our connection was strong. The passion was undeniable. I had felt it this morning when Eliza woke me up to kiss me. Izzy had still been asleep beside us. We made out for a few minutes, both ignoring our morning breath.

"What's gotten into you?" I had asked.

"Tonight's your date night with Isabelle. I needed a little something to tide me over until you're mine again." After that, she woke Izzy and gave her a similar good morning kiss.

The waitress brought our food, and we dropped the subject of Eliza's father. Izzy became very flirty, touching my arm, holding my hand, kissing my cheek. She was fantastic, and I knew she was making an extra effort to help take my mind off the letter. As we ate, I rested a hand on her knee. At one point, she grabbed it and moved it under her dress, pressing it against her inner thigh.

I glanced at her. She smiled and spread her legs slightly. An invitation. I moved my fingers up her thigh until they brushed against her slit. Izzy sighed and closed her legs, trapping my hand against her pussy.

It wasn't easy eating my burger and fries with one hand, but I pulled it off. I moved the fingers of my other hand into her slippery folds and teased her without pushing inside.

"That's nice," she said almost nonchalantly. She took a bite of her salmon.

"Only nice?" I asked.

"Very nice." She smirked and wiped her mouth daintily with a napkin. She had cleared her plate of all her food.

When I ate my last fry, she relaxed her legs. Instead of taking my hand back, I pushed a finger inside her.

She closed her eyes and gasped. "Oh."

Finally, I pulled my finger out of her and brought my hand to her lips. She held me with her gaze as she opened her mouth. I pushed the wet finger inside and she swirled her tongue over it.

"I'll be a very bad girl for you tonight, baby," she said. "Whatever you want." She grabbed my hand and put it back between her legs. Then she started to stroke my cock through my pants.

"I might take you up on that offer," I said. I dipped my finger inside her again.

Our waitress brought the check. I tried to pull my hand away from Izzy's pussy, but she grabbed it and held it in place. She stared at the waitress with parted lips. Her free hand continued to stroke my cock.

"Hi," Izzy said.

The waitress stared openly at my hand under Izzy's skirt. "It looks like the two of you are anxious to get out of here," she said. She winked at Izzy and walked over to a table of four people who were ready to order.

Izzy leaned over and kissed my cheek. "If I wasn't committed to Elle, I'd try to bring that waitress home for you."

"Oh, stop!" I freed my hand from Izzy and fetched my wallet. I dropped my credit card on the table. "She's just being nice."

Izzy shrugged. She let go of my dick and pulled a compact out of her clutch to check her face. As she freshened her lipstick, the waitress returned. For the first time that evening, I gave her an appraising look. She was a cute blonde, probably twenty years old with perky breasts, a tiny ass, and long legs. She was a bit taller than Izzy and Eliza, who were both about five-foot-four.

The waitress wore a black skirt that came to mid-thigh and a loose white button-down blouse that revealed a hint of cleavage. I would have gone for her if I were single and younger.

Izzy picked up my credit card and the check and held them out for the waitress. When the young blonde grabbed them, Izzy enclosed the waitress' hand in both of hers.

"I'm sorry if you saw something inappropriate," Izzy said. "My fiancé's perfect dick has turned me into an absolute slut tonight."

"Izzy!" I hissed.

The waitress's eyes bulged, but she did not pull away from Izzy's grip.

"Once upon a time, I might have invited you to come home with us," Izzy said. "But our girlfriend would be very jealous."

The waitress's eyes fluttered. "Oh, that's... okay."

Izzy smiled and released her hand. "Thank you for the wonderful service."

The waitress' eyes swept over both of us before she staggered away, looking a little wobbly on her feet.

"Izzy, that was too much," I said.

She arched her eyebrows at me. "Really?"

"She seems freaked out," I said.

"She's fine." Izzy shrugged. She leaned over and gave me a brief kiss.

"And Eliza is our fiancé. Not our girlfriend," I said.

Izzy rolled her eyes. "Of course she is. It's easier to call her our girlfriend when teasing a stranger. The full story is complicated, as we all know by now."

I had to laugh. Complicated barely covered it. But I wouldn't give up my complicated relationship with Izzy and Eliza for anything.

The waitress returned with the check and my card. "Um, have a good night!" She smiled nervously and hurried away.

Izzy picked up the credit card slips and giggled.

"What?" I asked.

She showed me the customer copy. The waitress had written her name, Crystal, with a little heart. Beside the name was her phone number.

"Oh my god," I said.

"I'm going to convene with Elle about this." Izzy stood. Her skirt was still bunched up around her thighs, thanks to the time my hand had spent between her legs. She shimmied her hips and her dress unfurled down her legs.

I added a tip and signed the check. Izzy slipped the phone number into her purse. I stood up and took her hand. We didn't see the waitress as we left. She was probably hiding. "Convene with Elle about what?" I asked.

"That waitress is horny for us. Maybe we could have some fun with her. Would you like to have a foursome? She's so young. I bet her body is fucking amazing under those clothes. I bet her pussy would feel so tight on your dick."

We exited the pub and turned right. The theater was a ten minute walk. I swatted Izzy's ass. "I can barely handle the two of you. I don't need a third woman in our bed."

She burst out laughing. "I'm just teasing. Mostly."

"Stop," I said with a chuckle. But I didn't really want her to stop. My mind was going places. All three of them in our bed with me. That sounded fun.

"I'm going to show that receipt to Elle. She'll love it," Izzy said.

I silently agreed. Eliza would be amused, and I would welcome any opportunity to make her laugh, especially with our looming conversation about her dad's letter.

Izzy squeezed my hand twice. I glanced over to find her grinning to herself.

"What's up?"

"You haven't taken the wheel in a while," she said.

"That's true."

"Maybe you could tonight?" she asked.

"I'll think about it," I lied. I had already decided.

We arrived at the theater, and I opened the door for her. She sashayed inside, drawing my attention to her delectable ass.

I reached into my pocket for my phone, which had our digital tickets. We arrived at a little kiosk where a teenaged theater worker slouched. He was clearly bored, but his eyes lit up when he saw Izzy coming his way. Her braless tits were swaying and bouncing nicely under her dress.

I waved my phone at a scanner on the kiosk, and the worker waved us through. When I glanced back, I caught him studying Izzy's ass. I smiled and placed a hand on it.

Izzy was biting her lip.

"You like the attention, don't you?" I said.

"You started it," she said. "Taking the wheel. Showing me off. Making me have cam sex with Christina and Elle and then Christina's husband. What can I say? I'm an exhibitionist."

I put my arm around her waist and rested it on her hip, guiding her to our movie.

"You've been a troublemaker tonight," I said.

She wiggled her hips against me. "I suppose I deserve to be punished.

The theater was mostly empty. As we took our assigned seats, I counted about fifteen or twenty people scattered around. The nearest person was a man in his forties or fifties sitting in our row about six seats to Izzy's right. I was sitting to her left in an aisle seat.

As the previews started, a man and a woman took their seats immediately across the aisle from us, with the woman sitting on the outside. They looked a little younger than us.

After the last preview, the lights dimmed. I placed a hand on Izzy's knee, and she clasped it in one of her own. She squeezed my hand twice, two quick pulses. "I can be a good girl or a bad girl," she whispered in my ear. "Whichever you prefer."

I didn't answer. I only kissed her cheek and settled in as the movie started.

She squeezed my hand again. Two quick pulses.

I looked sidelong at her. She was smiling at the screen.

A few minutes went by, and I felt another two quick squeezes.

I tilted my head her way and let my lips brush her ear. "I'm taking the wheel."

She shuddered and shifted in her seat. Then she let go of my hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to focus on the movie?" I asked.

"I don't give a fuck about this movie, Jimmy."

She was so adept at keeping me on my toes. All week she had talked about how excited she was to see this film. Now I was realizing that was a ruse. She was only excited to be here with me, to see what I would make her do.

"Touch me," I said.

Her hand moved into my lap. She stroked my semi-hard cock lightly and teasingly. When she felt me get hard under her fingers, she whimpered.

"Can I take it out?" she asked.

"No, just stroke it."

She kept her eyes on the screen as she played with me.

I put an arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on her upper chest. I inched my hand down her body until I was able to palm her right breast. Her grip tightened on my cock.

We played like that through a couple scenes in the movie, her stroking me and me groping her. Then I eased my hand inside her dress and cupped her bare breast.

"Oh, baby," she whispered. Without asking permission, she unzipped my fly and reached inside my pants and underwear to grip my cock. She stroked it lightly.

"Take your breast out of your dress," I said.

Without hesitation, she eased the right strap of her dress off her shoulder and pulled it down until her tit was out. I was still cupping it with my hand. I squeezed her hard nipple.

"Uh huh," she whispered.

That little noise caught the attention of the man to our right. Soon he was watching us more than the movie. The theater was dark, but he was close enough to see what was happening.

I removed my right hand from her breast and lifted my arm away. Izzy took over fondling her boob while continuing to stroke my dick.

I reached into her lap and under her skirt, finding her bare pussy dripping for me. I pushed a finger into her slit.

"Oh, Jimmy," Izzy gasped.

"That man is watching me finger you while you play with your tit," I said.

"Fuck," she said.

"He would love it if you lifted your skirt to show him what you have under there," I said.

She bit her lip and reached for the hem of her dress with both hands. "Should I?"

The guy was staring hungrily at her, and something about the look in his eye gave me a wary feeling.

"No, baby," I said. I started to finger her.

Her breathing got ragged and she faltered in stroking me. She simply held my cock. Her other hand dropped to the armrest, leaving her breast completely visible to our spectator.

I glanced at him. His eyes roaming up and down Izzy.

Izzy's pussy was getting more and more slippery on my finger. I could smell her excitement.

She started stroking me again. "I need to fuck you," she said. "Take me somewhere."

"Not yet." I kissed her. Our tongues circled and darted at each other. She was making a variety of soft, desperate sounds.

The man to our right shifted one seat closer. Either he wanted a better view, or he was working his way over to play with Izzy. That was not going to happen.

I glanced to my left to find the woman staring at us. I leaned back, giving her a better view of Izzy. Whatever she saw made her jaw drop. She raised a hand to her chest. Her fingers traced the outline of her breast.

"Jimmy?"

I turned back to Izzy. The man had moved closer again. Just two seats separated him from her. I leaned across her to get his attention. "That's close enough," I said.

He flinched and looked like wanted to say something. But he thought better of it.

I removed my hand from Izzy's dress and she removed hers from my pants. She adjusted her dress, covering up her exposed breast.

"Let's go," I said. I stood up and held out my hand. She smiled and let me pull her to her feet. We held hands as we walked out of the theater.

I led her down the passageway, past the doors that led to the other movie screens. The place was deserted with no sign of any staff. I pushed open the men's room with my free hand and led Izzy inside. Happy to find the it empty, I opened the large wheelchair accessible stall and motioned for Izzy to go inside.

I closed and locked the stall door. Thankfully the place was very clean.

"Turn around," I said.

She turned her back to me. I lifted her skirt. Without a word, she bent over and rested her hands on the wall. I let my pants drop to the floor

"Spread your legs a little," I said.

She did so, and leaned forward a little more to give me better access. "I want it hard," she said.

"Be more specific," I said.

She looked over her shoulder and gave me a scorching look. "I need you to fuck me hard with that cock."

I took my cock in hand and lined it up with her opening. She sighed as I eased into her. Her pussy was hot against the flesh of my cock. She was always warmer than Eliza.

I pulled out slowly and rammed myself home.

"Oh, yeah, daddy."

I flinched. Where did that come from? "Do not call my daddy."

"Please, daddy."

I ended the conversation by fucking her hard and fast.

"Hell yeah!" She grunted. "Just like that."

I went harder, filling the men's room with the sound of our bodies slapping together.

"You feel so good, Izzy," I said.

"I'm yours," she gasped. "Whenever and however you want."

"I love being inside you."

"Come for me. Fill me up. Put a baby in me."

I reached down and found her clit with my fingers.

"Oh daddy!"

"Stop that." I spanked her right butt cheek.

She yelped and bent lower. I dipped my fingers between her lips to wet them before going to her clit. When I found it, she reacted by humping back against me with every thrust.

"Keep going!" she said. "Keep going!"

She was shaking and struggling to keep in rhythm with my thrusts, but it didn't matter. She came on my dick, the muscles of her pelvic floor rippling against me. That was too much for me. I exploded into her.

"Fucking fill me up," she gasped. "I want to feel it dripping down my thighs while we ride the train."

I pulled out of her, and she immediately spun around and dropped into a crouch. As she stared up at me, she took my softening cock in her mouth and licked me clean.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"Mm-hm." When she was done she stood and kissed me. "Did you enjoy my slutty pussy?" she asked.

"You're perfect," I said. "Best sex of my life. Every time."

"Every time can't be the best," she giggled. "I'm sure I've been mediocre at times, especially when I'm drunk or cranky."

I adjusted her dress, making her look more presentable. But there was no hiding what we had done. She was a sweaty mess. Her makeup and lipstick were smeared. Her hair was tangled.

"I was speaking generally," I said. "You are amazing, Izzy. Perfect. Always remember that, okay?"

"You're perfect, too," she said. She kissed me.

"Did I push you too far, exposing you to those people?" I asked.

She was looking at herself in the mirror while trying to untangle her hair. She grinned and shook her head. "That was hot, but I was a little nervous that guy was going to touch me." She frowned. "Wait. People? Who else saw?"

"There was the couple on the other side of the aisle. The woman could see you, and she was touching herself a little."

She spun on her heels and put her hands on her hips. "Jimmy, why didn't you tell me? That would have made it hotter for me."

"You seemed busy," I said.

"Well, anyway. I had a lot of fun. Are you still holding the wheel?""

"No, let's go home," I said. "But I'm not done with you. We have all night. "

"Okay, daddy!"

"Stop it!"

"I love how mad you get when I call you that."

"I'm not mad. It just sounds creepy coming out of your mouth. Why are you calling me that"

"Because I want you to knock me up." She took my hand and let me lead her out of the theater. "You love it."

#

The train ride home was uneventful, but Izzy's sexy dress and lack of a bra drew some stares. One guy sitting across from us couldn't stop looking at her. When he finally noticed me staring back at him, he startled and dropped his phone. I smiled with satisfaction as he picked it up and started typing furiously on it. After a while, the ogling had gotten to be a bit much.

Show some respect, dude, I thought.

When we got off the train, Izzy took my hand and smiled at me. "I felt like a piece of meat for a while there."

"You're definitely not a piece of meat," I said. "You're a sexy woman who deserves respect."

She laughed squeezed my hand as we walked upstairs to the street. "I'm glad you think I deserve respect. Sometimes when I show off for you and Eliza, I worry I'm going too far."

"Go only as far as you want," I said. "You're the one who is really in charge. Don't you realize that? I'm just giving you permission to do what you want."

She looked at me with a thoughtful expression and nodded.

We arrived at our building, and she removed her keys from her clutch. "Just think." She unlocked the door and held it open for me. "After you knock me up, I'll be a MILF."

I gawked at her as we walked inside. "Jesus, Izzy. I'm not ready to think of you like that. You don't turn thirty for another few months."

She shrugged and followed me up the stairs. "What's the official age range for MILF-dom."

"I don't wanna know," I said.

"I'm sure you know perfectly well. I've seen your browser history."

I stumbled on the last step. This girl was going to kill me someday. We opened our door to find the apartment dark and empty.

"Elle is still out," she said. She frowned as she dropped her keys on the coffee table in the living room. "I miss her."

"She'll be home soon." I kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen.

Izzy followed me and watched me fill two glasses of water in the sink. I handed her one. We leaned against the counter and drank.

"I always miss her when she isn't with us," Izzy said. "Just like I miss you when it's only me and her."

"I miss her, too. But I'm glad we do these date nights. I like my one-on-one time with you."

The dynamic between me and Izzy had shifted fundamentally. We were no longer a couple. Eliza was a part of what we shared. It was fantastic, but it was also a little unsettling. What if one of us left the relationship? Would the other two be okay?

Izzy finished her water and placed her glass by the sink. "Well, Elle isn't here. What would you like to do with our one-on-one time?" She raised an eyebrow.

She wasn't subtle. Sex and titillation had dominated our night so far, but I wanted to take a step back and connect. I opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. "Let's go chill in the living room for a bit. I want to some quality time with you."

She tilted her head and smiled. "Sounds nice. But you did promise me that you weren't done with me."

I bumped my hip against hers playfully and led her into the living room. We relaxed on the couch and drank our beers. She told me about a business trip that she was planning for the spring. A conference in Las Vegas.

"Maybe you and Elle could come with me," she said.

Visiting Vegas with my two girls was very appealing. "I like that idea," I said. "Good food. Dancing. Gambling. I'd love to see a show or two."

"Now all we have to do is convince Elle."

Only a month into her new job, Eliza was reluctant to take much time off. She felt a need to prove herself. Her workload was already intense. She had worked a couple seventy-hour weeks since starting.

Izzy skipped into the kitchen to get a second round of beers. When she came back, she was naked.

"Where is your dress?"

She shrugged. She was so nonchalant, like it was perfectly normal for her to prance around the apartment in the nude.

Honestly, it wasn't that unusual. She was an instigator.

She lay back on the opposite end of the couch from me with her knees bent and her legs pressed together, which blocked my view of her pussy. She winked and sipped her beer.

"When are you going to tell Elle about her dad's letter?" she asked.

"Tomorrow," I said. "I'm not looking forward to it."

"I don't think this is going to devastate her," Izzy said.

"How could it not?"

"That girl loves you so intensely, Jimmy. I don't think you realize how much."

I believed I knew exactly how Eliza felt about me. She made it quite clear in every way that mattered.

Izzy was absent-mindedly running her fingers up and down her inner thigh. From my experience, the skin on her thighs was incredibly soft.

"I know how she feels about me," I said.

Izzy shook her head. "You think you do. Trust me, you've seen only the tip of the iceberg. I watch her with you. Plus, she and I talk about our feelings for you. She loves you more than anything in this world. It's so sweet."

"What does that have to do with her dad's letter?"

"I'm trying to tell you that she loves you so desperately that she will fight for you. Instead of falling apart, she will protect you."

"Her dad's reaction to our relationship wrecked her," I said. Eliza had cried and cried.

"I remember," Izzy said. "But this letter is going to make her angry. He went after you, Jimmy. He tried to hurt you. And she's going to fight for you." Izzy smiled. "She's going to surprise you."

Izzy parted her knees slightly and my gaze drifted down to her pussy. Only two hours ago, I had left a load of come in her, and her swollen, gaping pussy looked well-fucked. A streak of dried come stretched down one of her inner thighs. I had made a mess of her, and that knowledge sent a rush through me. All through our train ride and our walk home, my come had been leaking out of her.

She grinned when she caught me staring between her legs.

"You want me bad," she said. "Don't you?"

"I can't get enough of you," I said.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Almost midnight," I said.

"Big night out for Elle. I'm glad she's having fun."

Izzy finished her beer and rolled slightly to put the bottle on the floor. The maneuver made her legs part more and her pussy opened like a flower.

"I hope she's having fun," I said. I finished my beer and set it on the end table. I tore my eyes away from Izzy's display and let my head fall back with a sigh. I studied the ceiling. "Sometimes I can't believe she's with us. I mean, we spent all those years apart. Part of me thought we would never be close again. And now I'm marrying both of you."

"I wish I could have been there all those years ago, when the two of you were denying how you felt about each other," Izzy said. She rested her feet on my lap. I started massaging one of them, and she sighed. "I would have taken you both to bed and made you fall in love with me. And we could have skipped all the drama and all that time apart."

"You said Eliza loves me and will fight for me," I said. "What about you? I hope you know she will fight for you, too."

"Of course," she said. "I know exactly how much she loves me."

I started rubbing Izzy's other foot. She groaned happily. Just a few days ago, Izzy had wept inconsolably because Eliza had expressed some doubts about our engagement. Eliza has reaffirmed her commitment when she saw how upset Izzy was, and Eliza had spent the next couple days pampering and making love to us.

"I remember our first time visiting Elle in D. C.," I said. "You were so nervous that she wasn't into you. That she was only interested in me."

Izzy pulled her feet away, sat up, and snuggled against me. "I was. But I got over that pretty quickly."

"And you're happy?" I asked.

She lifted her head to look at me. "Of course. Do you doubt it?"

"Not at all. I just like to check in occasionally."

She stood up. My eyes roamed over her naked body. She was perfect. My gaze lingered on the curves of her hip, ass, and thighs. Something about that part of her body always drove me wild.

She folded her hands over her chest and cocked her hip. "I can't believe you've kept your hands to yourself all this time that I've been naked."

"I rubbed your feet."

"That doesn't count," she said.

"We were having a nice conversation," I said with a smile.

She scoffed and spun away. She scampered around the corner and called out: "I'm going to bed. Care to join me?"

#

I found her lying on her back in the middle of our bed with her legs spread slightly.

"Hey," she said. "What took you so long?"

"I rinsed the beer bottles and put them in the recycling. It took me literally two minutes."

"Two minutes too long," she murmured.

She watched silently as I stripped off my clothes. I climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. I let my weight settle on her.

"Mm. Put it in," she whispered against my lips.

"No foreplay?" I was joking. I knew she was already revved up from the whole evening.

"I want you inside me right now." Her voice was a growl.

I held my cock and pushed gently into her. A stray thought flitted through my mind. Was she pregnant yet?

"You feel amazing," I said. I was always surprised by how easily she could take me inside her. Her body was welcoming. I never felt like I had to go slow and allow her to adjust. Eliza was different. She often needed time to adjust to me. I liked having that knowledge of their bodies, that each required different kind of loving.

Izzy lifted her right leg and rested her foot on my back. As she stared into my eyes, she placed the palm of her hand against my cheek.

"I want it nice and slow," she said.

As I eased in and out of her, I took her other hand and held it down beside her head. Our fingers interlaced.

We kissed as we moved against each other, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. The sex was relaxing, a stark contrast to our fuck in the theater restroom.

I shifted my angle, looking for her G-spot. When she gasped, I knew I'd found it. I kept my slow, steady pace at this new angle, and she started to squirm under me.

"Be still," I said. "I'm trying to you get off."

"Okay, Daddy." She grinned.

"You brat!"

I pushed hard and fast into her, burying my cock deep. She gasped and bit my lip. "I said I wanted it slow," she whined.

"Then stop calling me that."

"Okay, James." She kissed me.

We made unhurried love for a while, slowly building to a climax together. I was barely holding on toward the end. When she finally came, I let go and filled her. I realized that there was an added thrill every time we had sex now, because there was the potential that I was making her pregnant.

I collapsed and rolled onto my back. She scooted into me and rested her cheek against my chest.

"I really enjoyed date night," she said.

"Me, too."

Eliza walked into the bedroom, making both of us jump. She was wearing a skirt suit. She pulled an elastic from her ponytail, letting her glossy hair fall over her shoulders.

"Elle!" Izzy said. "We missed you!"

"I'm glad you're finally done," Eliza said. "I've been sitting in the living room for ten minutes listening to you two go at it,"

"Why?" I asked. "You're welcome to join us."

Eliza stumbled to the closet she shared with Izzy and started to undress. "I didn't want to interrupt your date." As she hung her jacket on a hanger, she looked over her shoulder. She smiled as she unzipped the back of her skirt. "We should never interrupt a date night."

"You seemed to like it when I interrupted your first with Jimmy," Izzy said.

Eliza peeled off her blouse and threw it in the hamper, leaving her in simple black cotton panties and a gray cotton bra. "That was different. I was still falling in love with you both." She walked unsteadily to the bed. My eyes roamed over her body as she came to us. "I was glad you joined us. I wanted to share him with you."

She climbed into bed and lay beside me. Her hand went to my cock, which was soft and still wet from being inside Izzy. She slid her fingers over it. "Is date night officially over?" she asked.

"Elle, are you drunk?" Izzy asked.

"Yes!" Eliza said too loudly. "It's been a long week. I needed to blow off some steam."

"Date night is officially over," I said. "Are you okay?"

Eliza didn't answer me. Instead, she moved down my body and licked my cock.

Izzy giggled. "She's drunk and horny."

"Mm," Eliza groaned. "Yum." She opened her mouth and took me inside. She sucked hard.

"Oh, fuck!" I said.

Izzy laughed as she watched Eliza drunkenly suck me. "I hope you don't mind tasting me on him."

Eliza let my cock fall out of her mouth and looked up at us. She smiled wickedly. "I don't mind at all, Isabelle. How many times did you fuck tonight?" Eliza took my soft dick back in her mouth.

"Twice," Izzy said. "Once at the theater. Once here."

"The theater?" Eliza said with her mouth full. Her tongue danced around my cock, and it was having an effect on me.

Izzy gave her a quick summary of our evening, from the waitress giving us her number to the little show we put on in the theater, our fuck in the restroom, and finally our lovemaking in bed.

By the time Izzy finished the rundown, Eliza had succeeded in getting me hard. She lifted her head off my dick and crawled up to straddle me.

"Was the waitress hot?" she asked.

"So hot," Izzy said. "But very young."

"Izzy is a troublemaker," I said.

Izzy took hold of my cock as Eliza took off her panties.

"Maybe we should call her," Eliza said. She noticed that Izzy was aiming me at her pussy and sighed as she lowered herself slowly. She paused when I was halfway in. "Oh, I needed that."

"Rough day, Elle?" I asked.

Eliza lowered herself all the way down on my cock and then lay down on top of me. "Just a long week of work. Kiss me, sweetie."

As we kissed, she moved back and forth on top of me, letting my cock slide in and out of her. Her mouth tasted of vodka.

"Oh, yes!" Eliza groaned.

"How are you feeling now?" There was a bit of laughter in Izzy's voice.

"I'm worn out. But I had fun tonight with my coworkers."

"Do you feel like you're making friends?" I asked.

Izzy unclipped Eliza's bra, and Eliza raised herself slightly to shrug it off. Izzy pinched one of her nipples, which made Eliza shiver before she lay on me again.

"Mm-hm," Eliza said. She kissed me some more. "I think so."

Izzy nipped Eliza's shoulder. "I'm glad," she said. "You left behind a lot of people when you moved here."

"There are a few associates who are great. Jennifer. Richard. Samantha. Oh, and Pablo."

Her pussy twitched on my cock when she said that last name. There was also something in the way she said the name. I looked at Izzy, who pursed her lips.

"Who's Pablo?" Izzy asked.

"He's new to the firm. Like me."

I took over the thrusting. She shivered and relaxed on top of me, letting me do the work.

"Keep doing that," Eliza said.

"Is Pablo cute" Izzy asked.

Eliza nodded.

"Do you have a crush on him?" I asked.

Eliza's eyes widened. She pushed herself up and looked at Izzy. "What? No."

"It's okay," Izzy said. "I could hear it in your voice."

"There's no harm in it," I said.

"He's flirty," Eliza said. There was a trace of a whine in her voice, like she was annoyed that we were probing. She pouted. "It's flattering. When it's too much, I show him my ring." Eliza lifted her left hand and showed us the ring on her finger.

"You are very drunk" I said.

"Yeah," she said. She looked at Izzy and smiled. "Drunk on James' cock." She laughed at her own joke.

Izzy rolled her eyes, but she flashed a quick smile at me.

"When does it get to be too much?" I asked. "The flirting."

Eliza shrugged. "He put a hand on my knee at the bar." She shook her head. "Unacceptable! I showed him the ring and he apologized."

I laughed. "Is he coming onto you?"

"I dunno. I'll law down the lay," Eliza said. She shook her head. "I mean... lay down the law. I'm a lawyer. I know the law."

"Should we be worried?" Izzy asked. "I can tell he made you horny."

"He's harmless. He was just drunk. We all were. Nothing happened. Nothing is going to happen. But yes, I got a little horny thinking about how he wants me a little. It's nice to know I still got it."

"I could tell," I said. "Your pussy tightened on my cock when you said his name. And there was something in your voice."

Eliza blushed. "I'm sorry. He's cute!" She frowned. "I would never cheat or you or Isabelle. Never."

"We trust you," I said.

"Maybe he'll be your work husband," Izzy said. There was a little tease in her voice.

"I'm about to have two spouses," Eliza said. "That's enough for me." Eliza straightened up and began to ride me. She rested her hands on my chest and smiled. As we continued to fuck, her gaze intensified. She whimpered as she stared into my eyes. She was enjoying herself.

"Drunk Eliza is so fun," Izzy said. "How much do you love Jimmy's dick?"

Eliza closed her eyes and moaned. "So fucking much." She opened her eyes and stared hotly at Izzy. "I love you so much, too."

"So, you love Jimmy's cock and you love me," Izzy said. "What about Jimmy? Do you love Jimmy?"

Eliza frowned with confusion. Then she laughed. "Oh, I love James, too. So much."

"You're right, Izzy," I said. "Drunk Elle is the best." I grabbed her by the hips and rolled us over. She landed on her back with a grunt. Her legs fell open on either side of me as I thrust back into her.

"Oh god, take me, James. I need it."

As I fucked her harder, Izzy lay beside us. She kissed Eliza's cheek and her neck. She moved to Eliza's left breast and sucked on her nipple.

"Oh, please!" Eliza pressed her hand against the back of Izzy's head, holding her in place. "Bite it. Please."

Izzy bit her gently, making Eliza shiver.

"Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" Eliza shouted.

I kept fucking her through her orgasm. Izzy sat up on her knees and kissed me.

"Are you close?" she asked.

"Almost there," I said.

Eliza grabbed my upper arms and dug her nails into them. "Come all over me. Come on my tits."

I hadn't done that to her since college. I wasn't going to say no to the offer. I pulled out and straddled her hips. I was very close. I reached for my cock, but Eliza slapped my hand away. She stroked me herself. "I want to feel it spray all over me."

"Go for it, Elle. Make him come," Izzy said.

"Please, James. All over my tits."

"Almost there," I said.

"Do it," Eliza growled.

I exploded. The first spurt hit her neck. The next three painted her breasts. Eliza moaned and grabbed her tits. She rubbed my cum into them and massaged her nipples with her come-soaked fingers.

"Oh, yes," she whispered.

Izzy rolled onto her belly and licked Eliza's tits. She followed that with long licks up Eliza's neck.

"That feels nice," Eliza said.

Izzy kissed her. Their mouths slurped at each other as they shared remnants of me. Eventually, they parted and giggled at each other.

"I need to clean up." Eliza stumbled to the bathroom.

I lay on my back and Izzy cuddled against my side.

Eliza returned and dropped onto the bed. She propped herself up on her elbow. "You jerks are both getting uppity about a boy putting his hand on my knee for two seconds. Meanwhile, some hot waitress gave you her number. Crystal? Sounds like a stripper."

Izzy laughed. "Yes, we're hypocrites. I'm sorry."

Eliza grinned. "How did it feel when you found her number on the receipt?"

"I felt like we were cheating on you," I said. "But it was kind of exciting, too."

"It was nice to know I still got it," Izzy said. "I can still pull women for Jimmy."

Eliza rolled her eyes. "Before you say anything more, I want to make it clear that you did not pull me. I was here to steal him from you."

Izzy sat up and flipped her hair with her hand. "Slut."

"I'm your slut," Eliza said.

"Don't you forget it," Izzy said.

"But seriously," Eliza said. "Don't throw out that number."

#

I awoke in an empty bed and heard the familiar gurgle of our coffee maker, a sound it made when it was nearly finished brewing. Izzy and Eliza's voices reached me from somewhere in our apartment. They were talking too quietly for me to make out what they were saying, probably because they didn't want to wake me.

I stretched and yawned. My hips ached. I was having a lot of sex lately, and my body was starting to protest. I needed to do more stretching and mobility work, or these women were going to ruin me. I smiled at the thought. If they fucked me into an early grave, I wasn't going to complain.

I arrived in the kitchen in my boxers to find the girls at the stove. Izzy was flipping pancakes and Eliza was turning sausage links in a second pan. Izzy was wearing loose red boxers and white tee-shirt. Eliza wore lacy white boy shorts and nothing else.

Izzy turned to Eliza and puckered her lips. Eliza gave her a quick kiss.

"I'll wake James," Eliza said.

"I'm already awake," I said.

They both looked at me over their shoulders and smiled.

"Good. Breakfast is served," Izzy said.

Izzy had put bananas in the pancakes, and I made sure to express my appreciation with plenty of happy groans as I stuffed my face.

Eliza was drinking more coffee than usual for a Saturday morning, which told me she was hung over. After I cleared my plate, I trudged to the coffee maker and started a new pot. "You look like you need more coffee," I said. "Hung over?"

Eliza nodded. "I drank way too much."

"I'll get you some ibuprofen," Izzy said. She put her plate in sink and headed for our bathroom.

With the coffee maker brewing away, I sat down next Eliza. "You had a good time with your coworkers, huh?"

She pursed her lips, but a smile gradually softened her face. "Yes. Are you going to tease me again about Pablo?"

"He seemed to get your juices flowing." I winked.

She covered her face. "Oh god. I'm so embarrassed."

"Honestly, don't be. You did nothing wrong. We're all human. We see things that we like, and we feel things."

She opened her mouth to say something and stopped herself. Then she placed a hand on mine and squeezed. "You know I would never cheat on you or Isabelle, right?"

I leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I have complete faith in you, Elle."

She kissed me once, twice, and nibbled on my lip briefly. She sat back and crossed her arms over her belly. "I'd like a little one-on-one time with you later." Her voice was husky.

Izzy came back with a pill bottle and dropped it on the table between us. "Get a room, you two."

A few minutes later, we were all sitting around the table quietly sipping coffee. Eliza was staring sleepily into her mug. I glanced at Izzy, who caught my eye and glanced meaningfully at Eliza.

Yes, it was time.

"Elle, I need to tell you something."

"Okay." Eliza placed her mug on the table and nodded. "What's up?"

"It's about your dad."

I told her everything. As I talked, her eyes widened and her breathing quickened, which made her nostrils flare.

When I finished, Izzy placed a hand on Eliza's shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby," Izzy said.

Eliza's eyes darted from Izzy to me. She put her hands flat on the table. "I am so angry." Her voice broke on the last word.

"I didn't want to tell you," I said. "But I didn't want to hide it from you, either." I was ready for her to cry. I was ready for her to express doubts about our engagement. I was ready for her to fall apart.

Eliza reached across the table and took my hand. "Don't feel bad. You needed to tell me this."

She rose slowly from her chair and left the room. Izzy and I looked at each other.

"Should I go to her?" I asked.

Izzy shook her head. "Wait a minute."

Eliza came back into the kitchen and rejoined us at the table. She had put on a tank top, which was an unwelcome change from having her breakfast with us in nothing but her underwear. She also had her phone in her hand. It was on speaker, and it was ringing.

Someone answered. "Hello, Eliza." It was her father's voice.

"Dad," she said. "We got your letter."

"My letter?"

"The one you sent to James' company," Eliza said.

There was a pause. As the seconds ticked by, Eliza's face reddened.

"I had to do something," he finally said.

"You tried to get him fired," Eliza said. "You tried to ruin his career."

"He's trying to ruin your life, honey. You need to see this for what it is."

Eliza stood up and paced around the table. "This is how you try to convince me not to marry him?"

"It's... wrong. You can't do this to yourself," he said. "I don't know how they tricked you into accepting their proposal, but you're throwing your life away."

"No one has tricked me into anything. That's ridiculous, and it's insulting."

"You are infatuated with a couple of deviants."

Deviants. He was calling me and Izzy deviants. I looked across the table at Izzy, whose lips tightened into a straight line. Her eyes widened. She looked furious. I was right there with her. I felt a hot ball of anger in my chest, and I wanted to yell at Eliza's father for insulting us. Instead, I took a deep breath folded my hands together on the table.

Eliza stopped her pacing to stand directly behind me. She placed a hand on my shoulder. Her touch loosened something inside me, and I closed my eyes for moment to focus on her hand.

"I am a grown woman and this is the life I want," Eliza said. "I'm marrying them. I love them, and you tried to destroy that. James' life is my life now. Don't you get that?"

"I feel like I don't know you anymore," he said.

"That's fine, because I don't care to know you right now." Eliza walked around the table and kissed the top of Izzy's head. "If you can't accept my choices, then that's the way it has to be. I do not want you at the wedding. I do not want you in my life. I do not want to hear from you again until you are ready to apologize to the three of us. Goodbye."

Eliza dropped the phone on the table.

"How are you feeling?" I asked

She shook her head. "My father is being such an asshole."

"He's disgusted by us," Izzy said. She shook her head. "He called us deviants."

Eliza hurried to Izzy and sat in her lap. She hooked her arms around Izzy's neck and kissed her softly. "You're not a deviant, sweetie."

Izzy stroked Eliza's hair. "I know that. I might be a slut, but I'm pretty fucking wholesome, in my opinion. Your dad doesn't know a thing about me."

"No. He doesn't know how fucking happy you make me," Eliza said. She kissed Izzy's forehead.

"Jimmy was worried this would break you," Izzy said. "I told him you would be strong for us."

They closed their eyes and pressed their foreheads together. They did that a lot. I liked it.

I stood up and collected our breakfast dishes from the table.

Eliza climbed out of Izzy's lap and came to me. She took the dishes out of my hands and placed them on the counter.

"James, look at me," she said. She stepped close and rested her hands on my shoulders. "I'm so sorry that happened."

"You don't need to apologize."

"He called you a bigamist," she said. "That's false. You're not trying to legally marry both of us."

"I know that," I said. In fact, I was looking for an alternative. Jalen and I had scheduled a follow-up call for next week. "What's your point?"

She pouted. "I can tell you're furious right now."

I looked away from her. "I am."

She kissed my cheek and gazed into my eyes. "That's libel," she said. "He sent a false and defamatory letter to your employer." She shook her head in disbelief. "We'll sue him."

I took Eliza's hands and squeezed them gently. "No, that will only make things worse."

"At least let me send a cease and desist."

"What good will that do?" I asked.

"I'll demand a retraction, and I'll warn him that any additional libelous or slanderous communication will lead to legal action."

Eliza's eyes were fiery. Her lips were curled with anger. I glanced at Izzy, who was smiling sadly.

"She's a lawyer, baby," Izzy said. "She wants to fight."

Eliza took a deep breath and her eyes hardened. "I know how to do this. I know how to fight something like this."

The last thing I wanted was for Eliza to go to war with her father, but I also knew she needed to take control of this situation for herself. "Okay," I said. "Do your thing."

She hugged and her breath blew hot on my neck. "No one hurts my family," she said. "No one."

I believed her, but things were more complicated than that. Yes, we were her family now, but obviously her dad was family, too. This was a family at war with itself, with Eliza in the middle. I didn't like where things were going, but Eliza wanted to fight for us. I only hoped we would all find a way to make peace with each other someday.

"Guys," Izzy said. "I have a something that I need to tell you."

Eliza and I broke from our hug and turned to look at her. From her seat at the table, she was staring the ceiling and tapping her chin. She looked calm, which stopped me from feeling anxious about whatever pronouncement she was going to make.

"We're all ears," Eliza said.

Izzy rose to her feet. "I decided to try something a little different with my family. I told them last week that we're poly."

"What?" I asked. I imagined her parents cursing my name, the man who had corrupted their daughter.

"What does that mean?" Eliza asked.

Izzy shrugged and circled the table. She hugged me and pressed her forehead into my chest. "I told them that Eliza joined our relationship. And that she's living with us. I didn't mention any engagements."

"Why?" I asked.

"How did they take it?" Eliza asked.

"Look," Izzy said. "We sprang everything on your families. Eliza, your family didn't know you were bisexual. They didn't know you were dating either of us. It was a major shock." She turned to me. "Jimmy, your family was looking forward to a conventional marriage with me. Then we spring Eliza on them from out of nowhere. They are reeling, too. I decided to prime my family. They know I'm queer. They've met a couple of my girlfriends over the years. Last night, I told them about Elle."

I found myself nodding along with her. It made sense in a way, but I also felt totally exposed. I had a good relationship with Izzy's parents, and now that relationship had probably changed without me knowing.

"Are they mad at me?" I asked.

"Why would they be mad at you?" Izzy asked. "They love you."

"I assume they think I'm taking advantage of you," I said. "That's what Eliza's dad thinks."

"No baby, they love you," Izzy said.

"Isabelle, what was their reaction?" Eliza asked.

Izzy let go of me and sat at the table. I joined her. "My mom and dad were a little concerned about my relationship with Jimmy. They think you might break us up." She smiled at Eliza.

"Not a chance," Eliza said. She sat down held her hand out across the table. Izzy took it.

"Anyway, I made it clear that I was the one who invited you into our relationship." She looked at Eliza. "I think they're still wrapping their heads around it. And I told them that this is why we're coming to visit... so they can meet Elle."

"What did your brothers say?" I asked.

Izzy had two older brothers, Malcolm and Shawn.

Izzy shrugged and looked to the side as if thinking about her answer "Malcolm doesn't care. He gave up worrying about my life choices years ago. Shawn is a bit freaked out."

Shawn was two years older than Izzy and married with two toddlers. He was the protective brother, and he had always been a little cool toward me, like he was waiting for me to fuck things up with Izzy.

"So, when we visit, they'll already have some opinions about our relationship," I said.

"And they'll have had some time to sit with it," Izzy said.

"I think Isabelle did the right thing," Eliza said. She waved her hands around the room. "Everything about our situation. It's a lot for people to take in, especially family. We've ambushed people so far, and it's gone badly. It's worth trying a different approach."

I nodded. "It can't hurt," I said.

"My mom texted me yesterday," Izzy smiled at Eliza. "She said that she's really excited to meet you, Elle."

Eliza took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "That's a relief."

"All right," I said. "It sounds like we're ready for phase three of this thing. Let's get it done. Then we can plan the wedding."

Both girls gave me a look that sat somewhere between happy and stressed. I felt exactly the same way.

"Also, we're staying in a hotel while we're down there," Izzy added. "I don't want to deal with the awkwardness of figuring out sleeping arrangements in my parents' house." She grinned at us. "And it makes it easier for us to unwind if we're all alone in a hotel room."