A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 05

Izzy

We flew to Miami on a Friday morning. Eliza and I made Jimmy sit between us on the plane, because he was a nervous flyer. I gave him lots of kisses and whispered sweet things to him. Eliza whispered to him, too, but whatever she said was having a different effect on him. He struggled to hide his boner a few times during the flight. Since when had she become the slutty one?

I'm kidding. She's always been a huge slut when she wants to be.

Jimmy didn't really need us to look after him. He has gotten much better at flying over the last two years. But I liked to take care of him anyway. Both of us liked to take care of him.

I booked us a hotel in the Wynwood neighborhood, just north of downtown Miami. Neither of my fiancés were very familiar with the city, but I knew they'd enjoy the walkability of that part of town. It would be the perfect place for us to unwind after we finished with my family.

My parents lived twenty minutes from downtown Miami, so we rented a car. The plan was to have a fun in the city tonight and drive to my parents' tomorrow for an afternoon barbecue. We would break the news that I was engaged to Jimmy, which would be no surprise to anyone. We would also tell them that Jimmy and I were engaged to Eliza.

I was terrified and also hopeful about how they would react.

We checked into our hotel suite around three o'clock. From the website, we knew it had a large bedroom with a king-sized bed, a bathroom with a huge shower and a Jacuzzi tub, and a lounge with a kitchenette. The three of us could afford to splurge a little. We were all making good money, especially Jimmy.

Jimmy led us into the suite with a huge grin on his face. As he took in the luxury of the place, he pumped both his fists in the air.

"Now this is living," he said. He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and dragged it into the bedroom, leaving me and Eliza in the kitchenette.

Eliza gave me a sidelong look, a look she usually gave me when she was worried that Jimmy wasn't taking care of himself. I knew exactly what she was thinking: Does he need a nap?

He had slept during the entire drive from the airport, which made sense. He worked late last night, and he didn't get much sleep. It was important for us to gauge how tired he was, because we wanted to go out tonight. I had made dinner reservations, and Eliza wanted to go dancing. We wanted our man rested and able to keep up with us. We had plans for him!

I shrugged at Eliza and shifted my eyes from her to the door that Jimmy had just walked through, my nonverbal way of saying, Should we ask him?"

Eliza nodded. She grabbed my hand and led the way.

We found Jimmy in the bathroom, standing in the shower with his shoes on.

Eliza turned to me and rolled her eyes. Gross. I nodded at her.

"James, how are you doing?" Eliza asked.

He stepped out of the shower and enclosed her in a gentle hug. "I'm good. This place is amazing!"

"Do you need a nap?" I asked.

He released Eliza and frowned at me. "Why would I need a nap?"

"Because you slept two hours last night, and you didn't sleep at all on the plane," Eliza said.

"I can't sleep on planes," he said.

He walked past us into the bedroom and knelt before his suitcase. Eliza and I stood over him and watched him unpack.

"Exactly, baby. You can't sleep on planes," I said. "And you need some sleep. Do you think a nap would be good?"

He stood up with a stack of pants and shirts balanced on his arms. He paused to study both our faces. We were holding hands. "You want me to get some sleep. Right?"

"We want to have fun with you tonight," Eliza said. "Which means you should nap."

He laughed and dropped the clothes into his suitcase. "Yeah, I'm probably more tired than I realize. Okay, I'll take a nap."

I skipped up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss. "Good boy."

Once Jimmy was in bed, Eliza and I went shopping to kill some time before dinner. We found a little boutique that was new to me. It sold dresses, blouses, cute jeans, swimsuits, and accessories. It smelled fantastic, like lavender and something else I couldn't quite place.

Eliza and I wandered the store together. We were the only customers, and the clerk, a tall brunette with a curvy figure, stood quietly behind the register. She smiled whenever I made eye contact with her.

I found some jeans that I knew would look amazing on Eliza. "Here, sweetie." I held them out.

She gave them an appraising look. "I don't know if I'll be able to get them over my hips."

"I'd love to see you try," I whispered.

Her eyes flashed at me with a mix of exasperation and something else. She took the jeans and draped them over one arm.

We wandered the store some more and something caught Eliza's eye. She lifted it from the rack. It was a wrap dress made of a print fabric with green geometric patterns over white and a solid green border along the seams. I knew it would look fantastic on me, but it was extremely short. The skirt would barely cover my ass.

"I want you to wear this tonight," Eliza said.

"It's so tiny. If we go dancing, I'll flash everyone."

Eliza shrugged. "James won't mind. Let's try these things on." She had the jeans I had picked out plus a couple blouses. As we walked toward the changing room, which was a little alcove with a curtain for privacy, I spotted a black bikini with boy short bottoms. "Hm." I paused to find one in my size and grabbed it off the rack.

Eliza opened the curtain and I stepped into the little changing space. She followed and closed it behind us. There was a one-foot gap between the floor and the bottom of the curtain.

Eliza immediately pulled her little sundress over her head, leaving her in just a little lacy black thong and her shoes. I resisted the urge to touch her. I peeled my jeans off instead.

By the time I had my clothes off, Eliza had managed to get the jeans on. She was right, she struggled to get them over her hips, but she managed. They were absolutely painted onto her body.

As I put on the wrap dress, I told her to spin. She turned around, still naked from the waist up, and I feasted on the vision of her ass in those jeans. They made her modest little butt look hard and muscular. Her butt usually appears very soft and squeezable, which I love.

"You have to buy those," I said.

She turned to face me again and my eyes drifted to her little tits. I licked my lips.

"Okay," she said. She blushed under my gaze. "What are you staring at?"

"You."

She put on one of the blouses, and started appraising how the wrap dress fit me. "That's very flattering," she said. "It really accentuates your hips. All your curves, really. The neck line isn't too scandalous."

"I'm not worried about the neckline. It's the short skirt that's scandalous." It was probably the shortest dress I had ever worn.

Her mouth quirked into a half smile. "I'm not suggesting you wear it to work or church."

I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress had a weird double personality. It was kind of classy in the way it gently hugged my curves, but the skirt length was bordering on obscene. I spun around and looked over my shoulder to study my ass in the mirror. "Oh my god! Eliza!" I bent over slightly and the skirt lifted to expose the bottom curves of my ass.

"You look sexy, Isabelle."

I flashed a grin at her. "Maybe I will wear it to work. Just to see what happens."

Eliza laughed. "I might borrow it some time. It won't look as good on me, but I bet James will like me in it."

I laughed. "He likes you in anything." I looked in the mirror again. "I'll buy it. Just to make you happy." I winked at her.

"You say that, but I know you're looking forward to the look on James' face when he sees you in it."

I shrugged. "I liked the look on your face when I first tried it on."

Eliza quickly tried on the other blouse. "I don't like either of these," she said.

"But the jeans are keepers, right?"

I placed a hand on her ass and squeezed.

She rolled her eyes. "If it will make you happy," she said.

"Very," I whispered. I planted a kiss on her cheek.

Eliza grunted with frustration as she fought to get out of the jeans. I placed the dress back on its hanger and slipped off my bra before grabbing the bikini. I slid the little bottoms up my legs and over my ass, letting the waistband snap against my skin. The bottoms felt good, even over my thong. Then I put on the top, carefully tucking my breasts into them. I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Holy shit," I gasped. The top was very tiny and it pushed my tits together into a sexy little shelf. The bottoms tight as fuck, making every curve my hips and ass pop. And the camel toe was obscene. "Hm." This was probably the best I'd ever looked in a bikini.

Eliza folded the jeans and dropped them on the little chair in the corner. She wore only her thong at the moment. When she finally saw me in the bikini her eyes bulged. "Oh wow."

"Do you like it?" I asked. I half-turned her way and arched my back.

"Isabelle. You look amazing in that."

"Really?"

She moved behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder. She gazed at me in the mirror. "It draws the eye to every curve. It shows off everything. Hm, your nipples are completely popping through the top."

I checked on my boobs, and she was right. This bikini put everything on display in the best way. "Do you think I should buy it?" I said.

Her hands rested on my hips as she pushed her body against my back. "We need to find a reason for you to wear it very soon." It was mid-November, so beach season was over in Massachusetts.

"Well, where would you like to go for our honeymoon? I was thinking Hawaii," I said.

"That sounds perfect," she said. Her hands slid up my ribs and skimmed over the sides of my breasts. "We'll lounge on one of those volcanic beaches, and every man will be staring at you. Everyone will be lusting after you."

I bit my lip. "It's not that great of a bikini."

Her right hand slid into the cup of the top and palmed my breast. "You look stunning, Isabelle. When James sees you in this, he won't be able to keep his hands off you."

"Oh." I shuddered under her touch. "Uh."

"You are so beautiful," Eliza said directly into my ear as her tongue flicked it.

"Thank you."

As she massaged my breast, her other hand moved down my stomach and pushed inside the bikini bottoms and my panties.

When her fingers brushed across my mons, I gasped. "Wait, we shouldn't," I said. "There's no privacy."

"Shush," she said. Her fingers glided down to my slit. "I'm taking the wheel."

"Oh, god," I gasped.

She was taking control, and I would have to do whatever she said until I used my safe word. I loved this game. The first time Jimmy had taken the wheel, it had been such a rush. I loved being out of control. People thought of me as an instigator, especially Eliza and Jimmy. They thought I was the one who pushed boundaries, who took chances, who dragged people on sexual adventures. And it was true. I was a troublemaker and a bit of a freak.

But honestly, I often doubted my choices. I worried that I was too much. I worried that people would think I was causing too much trouble. After our first threesome with Christina, I was terrified that Jimmy would think I had pushed things too far. The same thing happened when we first got together with Eliza. I agonized over the thought that Jimmy would wake up with regrets about hooking up with his best friend and sharing her with me. Maybe he would blame me for ruining their friendship.

Of course, none of those things happened. We had a blast with Christina. And things had worked out perfectly with Eliza. But those good outcomes didn't erase the second-guessing.

That's why I loved when Jimmy or Eliza took the wheel. They made me do things. I let them lead. They could decide what risks to take, and I didn't have to worry about being at fault if something went wrong. Jimmy could show me off to strangers, fuck me in a public restroom, make me have sex on camera in front of Christina and her husband. Eliza could make me come in a restaurant, and she could make me do whatever she was about to demand now. It was all okay, because they were with me and they would keep me safe. And they would never judge me.

One of her fingers curled upward and slid into my juicy pussy. I was so slippery.

"Turn around," she said.

I couldn't stop from giggling. "Yes, ma'am."

I spun and reached behind my back to unclasp the bikini top. It fell to the floor between us. Our naked breasts pushed together, sending shivers of desire through me. She backed away and lowered her head to my right breast to suck my nipple.

I cupped her ass with both hands. "Fuck," I hissed.

She had two fingers in me now. We kissed loudly. The clerk could probably hear it all, my gasps and whimpers, our sloppy kissing, and the wet sounds of her fingers fucking my cunt.

"Come for me, Isabelle."

"Oh, fuck!" My pussy clenched her fingers, but she kept fucking me. This was going to be the fastest orgasm I had in years. Eliza was getting very good at making me come. My thighs clenched her wrist, but she didn't stop.

She bit my lip and I exploded. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Yes!"

I lost track of myself for a moment. I was seeing stars or something. Then I came back to my senses and found Eliza smiling at me, her face just inches from mine. She took her wet fingers out of my pussy and stuffed them in her mouth.

"Mm," she said. "I really want to eat your pussy right now."

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her sticky hand toward me. I sucked them into my mouth and tasted my come. I teased her fingers with my tongue, mimicking how I usually teased Jimmy's cock when I had it in my mouth. The thought of his cock in my mouth made me moan some more.

We kissed for a while. I'm not sure how long.

"Do you two need any help?"

The clerk was just outside the changing room. Her feet were visible at the bottom of the curtain.

"Um, we're just finishing up in here," I said.

Eliza giggled and kissed me one more time. I had to force myself to break off the kiss. I stripped off the bikini bottoms and grabbed my clothes.

We dressed quickly and Eliza opened the curtain. The store was still empty aside from the clerk, who was back behind the register. She studied us with arched eyebrows. I smiled nervously as I brought the bikini and the dress to the counter. Eliza hung the two blouses on a rack and joined me with the jeans.

"I've got those, baby," I said.

"You sure?" she asked.

"My treat."

I grinned, thinking about how she had given me a nice little treat in the dressing room. Buying her jeans was the least I could do in return. The memory of her fingers inside me had my pussy throbbing still.

The clerk smirked as she rang up our purchases.

"Sorry," I whispered. "For the disturbance."

She narrowed her eyes at me as she folded our purchases and put them into a bag. Then she noticed the rings on our fingers. "Are you two getting married?" she asked.

"Something like that," Eliza said.

The clerk tilted her head at her, clearly confused by Eliza's noncommittal response.

"There's a sweet boy involved, too," I said. "The three of us are tying the knot, so to speak."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, wow. That's... wow."

"That's what most people say," Eliza said. She took the bag of clothes off the counter and ran her fingers through her hair.

"He must be very... special," the clerk said.

"He's very special," I said. I kissed Eliza's cheek and pressed my cheek against hers. I couldn't help purring a little. I wanted the clerk to know exactly how lucky I felt. "This one here is very special, too." Then I gave the clerk a little wave and followed Eliza out the door.

We laughed like girls as we walked back to the hotel.

"I can't believe you did that to me," I said.

"You loved it," Eliza said.

"Could you hold onto the wheel for a while?" I asked.

Eliza raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"I want to stay out of control for a while," I said. I wanted someone to give me permission to explore myself. I wanted to go to the edge with Eliza and Jimmy and try things that I've been too afraid or ashamed to ask for.

"I can do that for you," Eliza said. "Is there something you're looking for?"

"I want to try something new with Jimmy," I said. "He might struggle with it."

"Tell me more," she said.

I told her exactly what I had in mind as we took the elevator to our suite.

Jimmy was awake and dressed for dinner when we arrived. He was wearing khaki pants and a fitted green shirt that showed off his muscular shoulders. "Where have you two been?" he asked

"Shopping," we both said at once.

He smiled and shook his head. "Our reservation is in an hour. Do you have enough time to get ready?"

"Of course!" I said.

We were definitely going to be late for dinner.

"We won't make you late, sweetie," Eliza lied. She kissed him as she walked toward the bedroom.

Jimmy frowned and ran a tongue over his upper lip. Oh, he was tasting a trace of me from Eliza. She had made such a show of licking my come off her fingers. I winked at him and followed Eliza to the bedroom, where we helped each other get ready.

I wore the new dress. Eliza wore the tight jeans with a black bandeau top that covered her tiny breasts and left her belly bare. I had never seen it before. She used fashion tape to secure it, because her little boobs didn't have the volume to hold it in place. I was already imagining the sound the tape would make when Jimmy and I stripped her naked later tonight. She completed her look with a black leather biker jacket. Oh my god, she was so sexy in that outfit.

"Maybe we should stay in," I said as I braided her hair.

She was doing her makeup in the mirror, giving herself cat eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?" she asked.

"I'm just horny. Ignore me."

She smiled and put down her eyeliner. "So am I."

I finished her braid and pinned it up, leaving her long neck bare. Little wisps of hair were free and framed her face. She had the best hair, so silky and voluminous.

"How do you want to wear your hair?" she asked.

"Same as yours."

She was gentle as she braided my red curls, which were already unruly in the Miami humidity. It felt so good, the gentle pull as she worked my hair into a braid. From the mirror, I could see her chewing her lip in concentration. I started to wonder what would have happened if I had met her first rather than Jimmy. Would she and I fallen in love? And would she have introduced me to Jimmy? What would it be like if it were just the two of us?

"Elle?"

She looked at me in the mirror. "Yes?"

"If it was just the two of us, what would have happened?"

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. She kept her gaze fixed on me in the mirror. "What do you mean?"

"Would you want to marry just me... if Jimmy wasn't around?"

Now that she understood what I was asking, she didn't hesitate. "Yes. I'd marry you."

"Really? You were basically straight when I met you. You hadn't slept with a woman since college."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes I had."

My eyes bugged out. "Really? With who?"

"You don't get all my stories at once, sweetie. A girl needs to have secrets. And anyway, none of that matters. I would definitely have married you. I know how special you are."

That made me tingle. "I'd totally marry you, too."

"Are you thinking of casting James aside?" she asked.

"Oh, hell no."

She laughed. "Good. I like having him around"

When she finished my hair, we were already late for our dinner reservation. The look on Jimmy's face when we came out of the bedroom told me he didn't mind.

"Both of you are absolutely devastating," he said.

"He says the sweetest things, right?" I asked.

Eliza pinched his cheek. "He does. And he'll get a nice reward for it tonight."

#

Jimmy

We enjoyed a great dinner at a Cuban place. The girls were extremely playful and flirty throughout the meal. I think they were trying to enjoy themselves as much as possible before we faced Izzy's family tomorrow. Izzy sat beside me, and her hands were constantly touching my leg, my arm, my face. She fed me from her plate.

Eliza sat across from us, and she also fed me some of her dish. Her foot was constantly running up and down my leg. At one point, Izzy spotted it pressed against my dick. She put down her fork and scowled at Eliza. "Whose foot is playing with my man's cock?"

"That would be me," Eliza said with a slight smile.

Izzy grabbed Eliza's foot, whipped off her shoe, and tickled her in-step. Eliza yelped and pulled her foot away. As Izzy tried and failed to recapture Eliza's foot, her dress slid up her thighs, exposing her panties.

"That dress is really short," I said.

She shrugged. "Blame Elle. She made me buy it."

"It looks amazing on you," I said.

"I agree," Eliza winked. "I can't wait to see her try to dance in it."

Izzy blushed and stuffed some food into her mouth. She glanced at me and noticed my smile. "What?"

"You're so cute."

She rolled her eyes as she sipped her water.

Eliza had taken off her jacket when we sat down, and her little top was scandalous. The tightness of her jeans made me wonder if she would need to cut them off before we went to bed. How had she sat down in them?

After dinner, we took a cab to a nightclub that Izzy had haunted during her college days. The line outside was long, maybe fifty or sixty people queued up down the block. Izzy took my hand and dragged me toward the entrance. I reached back and grabbed Eliza with my other hand. We were two people being dragged along by one very rambunctious redhead.

We passed various groups of attractive people, most of them much younger than us. This was definitely a college scene. When we reached the door, a huge Latino man dressed in black and wearing a Yankees cap on his shaved head was checking the IDs of a pair of young girls.

"Frankie!" Izzy called out.

The man looked up and smiled widely and honestly. "Isabella. I haven't seen you in forever."

"I'm in town with my girlfriend and boyfriend." She nodded at me and Eliza. "I wanted to show them my favorite club. This is Jimmy and Eliza."

Frankie did a double-take as he took in Izzy's words. "Boyfriend and girlfriend? Sweetheart, you always were a wild one."

Izzy laughed and gave him a hug. "It's really good to see you." She kissed his cheek.

When Izzy released him and backed away, Frankie pointed at me and Eliza. "Go on in. Have fun. I wish I could hang, Isabella. But I gotta work. If you're still around at closing, I'll buy you all drinks and we can catch up."

She kissed his cheek again, and he opened the door for us.

The beat was overwhelming as we walked down a short tunnel.

"Old friend of yours?" I yelled.

"I went to this club at once a week when I was in school," she said. "I got to know the bouncers and the bartenders."

"How well?" Eliza yelled.

Izzy rolled her eyes. "Not that well. I like making friends!"

I grabbed Izzy's hand and kissed it. That's when the tunnel ended and we entered the club. A vast dance floor spread out before us, and it was half full. The bars to either side were crowded, and many tables were scattered around the edges of the dance floor. Above us were two tiers of mezzanines, and they were also half full with dancers. There were bars up there, too. The place was huge, probably with a capacity for more than two thousand people.

"Let's get drinks," Izzy said.

"I want to check my coat," Eliza said.

She slipped her leather jacket off, leaving only the tiny bandeau top to cover her. With her hair braided and pinned to her scalp, her shoulders and back were bare, and she seemed almost naked in that little garment.

"I'll check it for you. And I'll get drinks. Go dance," I said.

Eliza and Izzy each kissed one of my cheeks simultaneously and walked onto the dance floor hand in hand. There was a bit of a line at the coat check. I was stuck there for about five or six minutes. Once I got to the bar and placed our order, I searched for my girls on the dance floor.

Izzy's red hair made them easy to spot. She and Eliza were dancing face to face. They were circling each other in rhythm, arms moving around and hips shaking. Izzy was laughing, but Eliza looked serious. Izzy's dress was ridiculously short, and she was occasionally flashing the bottom of her ass cheeks. Eliza knew what she was doing when she picked that dress.

"Here you go," the bartender said. I paid the tab and sipped my drink. I decided to finish mine before bringing them theirs. I'd let them have a little fun without me.

Eliza closed the distance between them and grabbed Izzy's hips. Izzy had a pleased little smirk on her face as she let Eliza hold her close. She laced her hands around Eliza's neck and stared dreamily into her eyes.

Eliza said something and Izzy nodded. Eliza slid a hand from Izzy's hip to her ass and cupped it. Izzy's lips parted and her eyes narrowed. Eliza was using her grip on Izzy's ass to pull her closer. Soon they were grinding on each other's thighs and Izzy's panties were very visible between them.

Izzy, who still had her hands laced beyond Eliza's neck, pulled her into a kiss. This was not a sweet kiss. The two of them opened their mouths wide, their tongues visibly dueling back and forth between them.

They were causing a little bit of a stir out there. Quite a few men were watching... and a few women. Most of the crowd was young, definitely college kids.

Izzy dropped her head back, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Eliza kissed and lapped at her neck. They continued to grind on each other, and Izzy dropped one of her hands from Eliza's neck down her chest, where she groped Eliza's breast. She slid her other hand down Eliza's back and cupped hers ass, which looked amazing in those very tight jeans.

I found myself remembering our first night out with Christina, when she had seduced Izzy on a dance floor like this to tease me. It turned out to be a game of seduction for both of them. While Christina had thought she was seducing Izzy, Izzy was priming Christina for me. She used her body to get Christina into our bed so that I could fuck her. Of course, Izzy hadn't bothered to consult me on this, which wasn't ideal. In the end, I was fine with it, because I ended up having one of the sexiest, horniest experiences of my life.

This dance between Izzy and Eliza was nothing like that. This was a dance between two people completely in love. There were no games going on here. Except... maybe they were putting on a show for me, to draw me out to them.

I was almost done with my drink. I'd join them soon.

My girls were kissing again, and they were like a center of gravity in the club. Two men closed in. One danced up behind Eliza and another moved behind Izzy. My heart raced a little, unsure of what was going to happen.

At first, the two interlopers were only dancing near them, watching them play. Then one pushed up against Izzy and ground into her. Another pushed into Eliza and did the same. They sandwiched the girls between them. One grabbed Eliza's hips, and the other grabbed Izzy by the shoulders. I think he was trying to turn her around.

The girls didn't react at first. They were more focused on each other, but the fog seemed to lift from their heads, and they both slipped out from between the two men. Izzy pushed one away. Eliza flicked the other's ear with her finger, which made him wince. Both left the floor like wounded animals.

I laughed and finished my drink.

They were dancing again, but not as heatedly. Their bodies were connected, but they weren't grinding on each other. Their foreheads pressed together and their eyes were closed.

When I reached them, I balanced their drinks in one hand and planted my other hand on Izzy's hip. I moved close to dance behind her, and enjoyed the feel of her ass sliding against me.

Izzy swatted my hand from her hip and spun around. "I said I'm not interested!" She was furious, her eyes flashing and her teeth bared. Then she recognized me. "Oh, Jimmy! Where have you been?"

She threw her arms around me and nearly knocked the drinks out of my hand. As Izzy smothered me with kisses, I felt Eliza taking the glasses out of my hand.

"I decided to watch you dance for a while. I saw you send some horny college kids away with their tails between their legs.

Izzy giggled. "That asshole jammed his boner up against my ass. Who does that without even saying hello?"

"Well, with the way you two were dancing out here, you can't blame a guy for having a boner," I said.

She rolled her eyes and started dancing with me. Eliza offered her a one of the drinks, but she shook her head. "I'm too tired from the flight," Izzy said. "If I drink I'll pass out."

Eliza shrugged and handed me the cocktail.

The three of us danced in a little circle. Occasionally one of them would move in and kiss me and grab my ass. I'd return the favor, copping a little feel here and there. After a couple songs, Eliza and I had finished our drinks. Eliza left the glasses on a nearby table.

The girls sandwiched me, with Eliza facing me and Izzy behind me. Their hands roamed up and down my body as we danced to a few more songs. I was looking forward to getting back to the hotel.

Eliza gave me a long look as we danced. There was something fiery in her gaze. She spun away from me and grabbed Izzy, who turned and pressed her back against Eliza. They swayed together as Eliza kissed Izzy's neck. She whispered in Izzy's ear and Izzy bit her lip before nodding. They broke apart and Eliza headed for me.

As we danced, she moved closer and closer until her body was moving as one with mine. I ran my hands over her mostly bare back and cupped her ass, so tightly compressed in those amazing jeans.

"I have the wheel," she said.

"Oh?" I glanced at Izzy, who danced by herself nearby. She was watching us intently.

Eliza's eyes were intense. One side of her mouth curved upward. "I've given Isabelle a job to do. Make sure you let her do it."

With those words, Eliza kissed my cheek and stalked away. She was headed for the bar.

Izzy moved close and pressed her hip against my semi-hard dick. "Mm," she hummed into my ear as she rubbed against me. She gave me a searing kiss and whispered close to my ear. "Elle has taken the wheel."

"I heard."

"She took it while we were shopping, and she hasn't let go."

Suddenly I was wondering what had happened on their shopping trip. When they had first come back to the suite and kissed me, I had thought I tasted Izzy's pussy on Eliza's lips. "Did she tell you to do something just now."

Izzy leaned back to stare up at me. She nodded and twirled away. She took my hand and led me out of the dancing crowd. She set a rapid pace and I had to quick-step to keep up. As we hurried, I looked around for Eliza. She was at the bar trying to get the bartender's attention. A random guy was talking in her ear, probably trying to buy her a drink. She rolled her eyes. When she caught me watching her she winked.

I lost sight of her after that because Izzy led me through a door. I had no idea where we were going. At first I thought we were heading into a restroom. Instead, we were in a storage room. Stacks of beer kegs lined one wall. Another wall was lined with shelfs that held boxes of liquor.

Izzy let go of my hand and pulled me into a kiss. We made out for a few minutes. I moved my hands under her tiny dress and squeezed her ass. She gasped.

Her butt was a little damp with sweat. Her whole body was sweaty. She and Eliza had been dancing wildly for at least an hour at this point.

She broke our kiss and took two steps back. The wicked grin on her face told me something was about to happen.

"Elle told me that I need to swallow a load of your come. Right now."

I chuckled. "I'm not going to say no to that."

She lowered herself to her knees. "She says I need to let you take my mouth," Izzy said. "I have to let you fuck my face."

"Izzy, let's get something for your knees. This floor is bare concrete."

"It's fine." She had my pants down to my ankles in no time.

I looked at the door behind us. The music was muted but still booming through it. "Did you lock the door?"

"No, she said to leave it unlocked," Izzy said. She slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The dress dropped to her waist, and she was not wearing a bra. She groped her tits while staring up at me. "Take my mouth, baby. Use me until you come."

"Isabelle." My heart was pounding and my cock was surging.

She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me toward her. My dick bumped off her lips, and her tongue darted out to lick the tip.

"Oh, god!" I thrust forward unconsciously and my cock pushed between her lips.

"Mm," she moaned, before plunging her mouth down my shaft.

She held me in halfway inside her mouth and looked up at me. She was waiting for me to take over. She reached behind her head and pulled several pins out of her hair. Her thick braid unfurled and dropped down her back. Her hands went back to my ass and squeezed me.

"Use the braid to control me," she said.

I grabbed her braid where it met her scalp and put my other hand on the top of her head.

Izzy moaned on my dick, sending a shiver up my back.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Just do it, baby. Elle says I have to let you." She looked up at me with her lips parted. Her face was flushed and her eyes were huge. She was completely turned on. She wanted me to be rough. I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her words.

I wasn't quite sure how far she wanted me to take things. I was never rough with her. She took my cock back into her mouth and stared up at me with pleading eyes. She wanted to be out of control. She wanted me to take her to the edge of something. Eliza had asked her to go there.

I thrust my cock deep until my pubic bone hit her nose.

"Mmph!" Izzy whined

I pulled back and felt her tongue teasing the underside of my shaft. It was exquisite.

She stared lovingly up at me and pulled pressed her hands against my ass. Her breath came loud and fast through her nose. She raised her arm and grabbed my hand, the one that held her braid. She pulled my hand up, so that we both lifted her head a little by her hair. Her chest rose and fell as she waited.

I drove my cock deep and bounced off the back of her throat. She gagged, and I pulled out.

"No, keep going." She licked the head of my cock. "Take me."

"Are you sure?" I enjoyed pushing Izzy out of her comfort zone, but this was beyond what I was used to doing with her.

She nodded rapidly. But then she stood up. "Come on."

She walked toward the door. At first, I thought she was going to lead us back to the club with her tits out. Instead, she crouched beside the door and leaned against the wall. She crooked a finger to beckon me over.

My pants were still around my ankles, so I shuffled awkwardly. She laughed briefly but then wiped the smile off her face, clearly trying not to ruin the mood. When I reached her, she looked up at me with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

"With my head braced against the wall like this, you'll have more control," she said. "You can fuck my mouth as much as you want."

I pushed my cock into her open mouth slowly, but I picked up speed, pushing faster and deeper into her mouth. Something was still holding me back, and she could sense it.

She tapped my hand, and I pulled out of her mouth.

"Jimmy, it's okay. I want this. Please. I asked Eliza to make me do this."

"You did?"

"I want to try new things with you. I want to try this. Let's see what happens." She smiled so sweetly. She was stunning.

A switch flipped in my head. I grabbed her braid and pulled it up, forcing her to lift higher on her knees. She whined, but the look in her eyes told me she was turned on. She licked her lips before I shoved my cock into her mouth again. This time I fucked her face. With her pinned against the wall, there was nowhere for her to go. She had to accept the full length of my dick over and over. She was slurped and gagged as I used her mouth. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them together.

"Mmph! Mmph!" She kept staring at me as I fucked her face. Her eyes were watering. She was blinking rapidly. Her tongue danced around my dick as I fucked her.

I pulled out of her mouth briefly.

"Fuck yes, baby. Do it. My mouth is yours. All yours."

I thrust back into her and she moaned all over my cock.

The door opened and Izzy immediately grabbed my ass to keep me from pulling out of her.

Eliza walked in and locked the door. She had three glasses of water. She looked down at Izzy as she handed me a glass. "Is she doing a good job?"

I went back to humping Izzy's mouth. She coughed and moaned on my dick, but I didn't let up. "She's doing her very best," I said.

Eliza kissed me and Izzy squeezed my ass again.

"Don't hold back," Eliza said. She crouched down and reached a hand under Izzy's skirt.

Izzy groaned on my dick as Eliza played with her pussy. Her skirt rode up her thighs and I caught a glimpse of Eliza's fingers moving around inside Izzy's panties.

I thrust and thrust into her mouth until I felt my orgasm starting.

"I'm close."

Izzy groaned. Her legs were shaking.

"Give it to her," Eliza said. "She wants to taste you."

Izzy let go of my ass and dropped her hands to her sides. As I felt my orgasm rise, I humped into her mouth faster and faster. I was letting go. She kept her eyes locked on me throughout all of it. I watched her eyes any hint of her needed a break, but she only moaned. Her eyes were intense with delight.

She cupped my balls and suctioned her mouth around the head, I called her name as I came.

"Mm-hm! Mm-hm!" We both held still as I filled her mouth with my seed.

The orgasm was intense. The face-fucking had heightened things. Her need to submit had taken me somewhere new. When the orgasm finally passed, I stumbled back and Izzy gasped for air. Some of my come dribbled down her chin, and Eliza licked the little trail from the bottom of Izzy's chin to her lips. She kissed Izzy for a few moments. When they broke apart, I dropped to my knees and hugged Izzy.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Izzy chuckled softly. It ended with a brief cough. "That was so hot. I felt like my whole purpose was to take your dick down my throat and swallow your come. I loved it."

I tasted my come on her tongue as I kissed her and pulled her tight against me, feeling the chill that her sweat left on her bare skin. I kissed her cheek and her neck. I pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts. "I don't like being rough with you, Izzy."

"But you had fun, right?" she asked.

I smiled. It had been fun. It was uncomfortable, but also exciting. "I did, but using you like that isn't really my thing."

"Maybe just once in a while?" she asked.

I nodded. "Once in a while."

"Good," she said. "Keychain."

Keychain was Izzy's safe word, which meant she was taking back control from Eliza. Eliza huffed as she stood up. She pulled Izzy to her feet and handed her a water. Izzy took a long sip and sighed. "Yummy."

"What's yummy?" Eliza said. "The water or his come?"

"Both!" Izzy stuck her tongue out. "I'm so relieved it was you who walked in. I don't think I could have handled a stranger coming in and seeing me like that."

"I was outside the door for a while," Eliza said. "I wouldn't have let anyone in here."

"Thanks for making me be slutty. It was fun." Izzy kissed Eliza's cheek.

"I'm glad, sweetie," Eliza said. "Always remember, you can be in control whenever you want."

Izzy closed her eyes and nodded. "I know."

"Are you girls up for more dancing?" I asked.

"First, I need to take Isabelle to the ladies' room," Eliza said. "She's a mess."

Eliza was right. Izzy's makeup was a mess and her braid was half undone from all my hair-pulling. I felt a stab of guilt at having made such a mess of her.

Izzy must have seen something on my face that told her how I was feeling. She tilted her head and pouted. Then she hugged me and kissed my cheek. "I enjoyed all of that, Jimmy. Every second. I love giving myself to you."

All I could think about how precious she was to me. I didn't ever want to hurt her, even if she asked me to. "I had fun, too, Izzy. Just remember that you can't take back control whenever you want. Don't let me or Elle push you too far."

She shrugged. "Did you hear me use my safe word?"

I nodded.

"I'm in charge now. And I want to have fun."

We stayed at the club for another hour. I had some alone time with each of them on the floor, and I left them to themselves several times. When the two of them danced alone, they drew men like jackals, but I let my ladies handle themselves. They'd welcome men who only wanted to dance with them, but whenever one tried to grab or grope or grind on them, Izzy and Eliza sent them away.

They sent a lot of men away.

#

Eliza

I was on fire all day. Honestly, I'd been extremely horny all week. A burden fall off my shoulders when I cut off my father. I loved him, but he had always been controlling and overprotective of my sister Cara and I. When I was a teenager, he tried to control how I dressed, who I dated, where I went to college, and what I studied. I think he hoped that I would remain a virgin until marriage.

Cutting him off felt amazing. He needed to change. If he didn't, then I would keep my distance from him.

I felt free. With that freedom, I found myself lusting after James and Isabelle more than ever. They had definitely noticed how horny I had gotten, but neither of them really commented on it. They just went with it, because... well. Let's be honest. All three of us had been having amazing sex since our first weekend together. If I was trying to kick things up a notch, they weren't going to complain.

When we got back to the suite after our night of dinner and dancing, I went to the bathroom to change. My new jeans were very difficult to get off, and I knew my underwear would come off with them no matter how careful I was. I wasn't ready for them to see me naked yet, because I was wearing a butt plug. When they eventually saw it, they would know something was up... that I had plans for us. I wanted to reveal it at the right moment.

I put on a silky little camisole and matching shorts. I brushed my teeth. Then I went into the bedroom.

Isabelle and James were lying on the bed fully clothed. They were kissing and mumbling to each other.

"I remember when I saw you for the first time at that party," Isabelle said. "I asked my friend Jenny, 'Who's that guy?' 'Oh, just some finance bro,' she said."

"Finance bro?" James said. "I'm not a finance bro."

I walked across the room to my suitcase and pulled out a little garment bag. I brought it to the bed and set it on the bedside table.

"Well, you are in finance," Isabelle said. "Anyway, I thought you were the cutest."

"Then why didn't you come talk to me?" he asked.

"Well, I wanted you to come to me." She kissed him. "But I made sure that Jenny brought me to the next party that your friends threw."

"And I finally made my approach."

"After I gave you at least five very inviting looks from across the room."

I lay down beside Isabelle, who was on her side facing James. I placed a hand on her hip and rolled her onto her back. Her skirt bunched up, exposing her underwear.

"Oh, hello, Elle." She smiled. "Did you need something?"

I kissed her. She parted her lips for me. I put all my need and desire into that kiss, and I felt her melting into it. I held her cheek and kissed her some more. Then I sat up on my knees and beckoned James, who rose up to meet me above Isabelle. As we kissed, Isabelle placed a hand on my butt and squeezed.

My phone beeped.

It was past midnight. Who would be texting me?

I got off the bed and walked over the dresser where my phone was charging. Before unlocking it, I glanced at my two loves. Isabelle had stripped off her dress already, and James was removing his shirt.

I looked at the message. It was from my mother.

"Eliza, I am so sorry about your father. He's always been overbearing. I hope you learn to forgive him someday. And I hope you will allow me to come to your wedding. I want to be there for you. I've been looking forward to the day of your wedding all your life. I can see how much you love them, and I'm happy for you."

My hands were shaking.

"Elle?" James said.

"What's wrong?" Isabelle said.

Before I knew what was happening, they had me sandwiched between them, hugging me close. James was kissing my cheek, which was wet with tears. That's when I realized I was crying.

"Elle, tell me what's happened," James said. "Who texted you?"

"My mom. She wants to come to the wedding."

"Oh baby, I'm so happy for you." Isabelle nuzzled the nape of my neck, showering little kisses on me.

I reached back and touched her cheek while I kissed James.

"I'm so relieved," I said.

"What do you need?" James asked. "What can we do for you? I'll get you some water from the minibar."

"I don't need anything," I said. Just them. All I needed was James and Isabelle.

I wrote to my mother. "Mom, you are welcome at the wedding. Isabelle and I need to go dress-shopping. I'd love for you to be in Boston for that."

She wrote back immediately. "I wouldn't miss it."

I led Isabelle and James back to bed. We lay together with me in the middle and we talked about what would come after tomorrow. Once all our families knew about our engagement, we could start planning the wedding. I wanted my mother and sister with me when I shopped for a dress. I assumed Isabelle would want her mother with her.

There was so much more to do after that.

As I lay between my fiancés, we stroked each other's bodies gently. At first, there was nothing sexual about our touches, but they were both mostly naked, and I was wearing only my silky little shorts and camisole.

I started thinking about the plans I had for tonight. Did I want to put them off?

No, I didn't.

I crawled out of bed and turned to face them. They both sat up and watched me, waiting for me to say something. Isabelle wore only her panties. James wore only his blue boxer briefs. I loved those briefs. They hugged his butt very nicely.

"I had a plan for tonight," I said.

I pulled the silky pink camisole over my head and let it fall. I pushed the shorts down and let them drop to my feet, leaving myself completely nude before them. I twirled once and Isabelle gasped when she saw the butt plug.

"You want Jimmy to fuck your ass?" She smiled. "Go for it.."

I smiled at her. "I remember a time when you didn't like me taking him in my ass."

"That was a long time ago, when I wasn't sure how you felt about me. I wasn't sure where our relationship was going."

"And now you're sure," I said.

James nodded. "We're all sure."

"I don't want James to have my ass tonight." I walked over to the bedside table and opened my garment bag to show them what was inside. A flesh-colored dildo. It was smaller than James' cock. And there was a harness that turned that dildo into a strap-on. I placed the items before Isabelle and bent down to kiss her. "Isabelle, I want you to fuck my ass while James takes my pussy."

Isabelle shuddered as we kissed. I stood up straight and looked at them, trying to gauge their reactions. They were both gaping at me. In my mind, I imagined their jaws dropping to the floor like cartoon characters. I suppressed a giggle.

"You want us to double penetrate you?" James asked.

"Eventually," I said.

"I've never used a strap-on," Isabelle said.

"Me neither," James said with a sly smile.

"Oh stop," Isabelle said. She turned to me with a serious look on her face. "I don't want to hurt you."

"James said the same thing to me before he took my ass for the first time." The memory of that... and just speaking those words... sent shivers up and down my back. James had done so well with fucking my ass. He was the third man I had done that with, and he was the very best of them. Probably because he was so reluctant to hurt me. He was gentle, and he loved me.

And so did Isabelle.

I sat beside her and took her hand. "I trust you with my body, Isabelle. I know you will make me feel good. And we're all going to enjoy each other very much tonight."

Isabelle looked to James. They stared silently at each other for a moment. Eventually James smiled and nodded. Isabelle turned back to me and gave me a peck on the lips. "Okay, Elle. I'll fuck your ass. At least, I'll try." She giggled.

Ten minutes later, she and I had secured the strap-on and it was positioned in a way that Isabelle was comfortable with. She did a few experimental air thrusts.

"This feels so weird." She laughed. "Is this what it feels like to have a dick?"

James shrugged. "I don't know. What you're feeling?"

"The weight is messing with my center of gravity. It's just hanging there, flopping around."

"I don't have that problem." James blushed. "It's probably heavier than a real penis." He turned to me. "So, what's the plan? Are you going to orchestrate everything?"

"I have a few things I want to do, but we can improvise," I said. "First, I need you to remove my butt plug."

I straddled James' lap and kissed him. I kept myself high off my knees to make it easy for him to reach for the plug. It didn't take him long. I felt the tug.

I backed out of our kiss. "Remember, sweetie. Slow. Gentle"

He nodded and lowered his mouth to my breasts. My pussy clenched as the tug intensified. I tried my best to relax my body. A pleasant stretching feeling followed, and then the feeling release as the steel plug exited. The blood rushed into the muscles that had been clenched around that plug for hours. Forget taking things slow. I needed Isabelle in my ass now.

"Isabelle, are you lubed up?" I asked.

"Yes, ready for duty. In your booty." She laughed.

I pushed James onto his back and pulled his cock out of his underwear. "Isabelle, go slow at first." I took James' cock between my lips and moaned as I savored his musk on my tongue. I wanted it to grow in my mouth, to fill it, to own it.

The dildo pushed against my anus. The silicone brought a delightful, urgent pressure that I relaxed into. I let my man's cock fall from my mouth. "Oh, yes. Please Isabelle."

She grabbed my hips and pulled me to her, forcing the head of the dildo into my ass. I was still so sensitive from the plug. The little ring of muscle burned and stretched, and my pussy quivered. Oh, I loved this feeling so much.

I took James' cock back in my mouth. He was harder now.

"Do you feel okay?" he asked.

"Mm-hm," I said with a mouthful of his perfect dick. I needed it in me soon.

He lifted me off his dick and kissed me. Isabelle pulled out, making me squeal. Then she pushed back in. Deeper this time.

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Every time I push into you, the base of this thing rubs against my clit," she said.

"Do you like it?" James asked.

"Yes," Isabelle said. "I really do."

"Go deeper," I begged.

She pushed and I felt my ass stretch for her.

"Oh, Isabelle. Yes."

I bent down and sucked Jimmy's cock some more. Isabelle pushed deep until I felt her pelvis press against my butt.

"I'm in all the way," Isabelle said.

"Then fuck my ass, girl," I said. "Make it yours."

Isabelle slapped my right butt cheek and started to thrust in and out. I shuddered and returned to sucking James. His fingers found my clit, and I saw stars.

"Oh my fucking god!" I screamed. "Don't stop! Just like that."

I came on his fingers as Isabelle fucked my ass faster and faster. The stretch, the pressure, the burn. It was so perfect. I wanted more.

"Fuck me hard, Isabelle. Don't hold back."

James slid under me and held my head in his hands. We kissed, and the kiss seemed to last for hours. The dildo in my ass was slowing the passage of time. I reached back blindly for Isabelle and she grabbed my hand.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "Fuck me, baby. Take my ass. It's yours. I'm yours!"

I looked down at James. He smiled dreamily, content to just watch me enjoy this. But I wanted more.

"James, don't just sit there. You have work to do," I said. I wasn't sure if I could handle this, but I wanted to try. James had fucked me once while Izzy did my ass with a butt plug. But this was different. The dildo was thicker and longer. I was going to feel so full with both of them in me. I wanted this. I wanted both of them to take me at once. I wanted them to fuck me together.

James scooted further under me until his head was directly below mine. I tried to smile at him, to reassure him that I was ready, but Isabelle was slamming into my ass relentlessly. I could barely keep my eyes open. "Oh fuck! Do me. Both of you fuck me. Please!"

A particularly violent thrust by Isabelle made me scream her name. She was groaning and whimpering with each thrust.

"This feels amazing, but it's so much work," she said. "This fake dick has a mind of its own. If I pull out too far, it wants to flop away."

"Then don't pull out," I gasped. "Keep it in my ass and fuck me."

"Oh, god, Elle. You are so hot," Isabelle said.

I looked over my shoulder at her. "You like that? Do you like owning my ass? It's yours whenever you want it."

She bit her lip. Her eyes fluttered. She kept fucking me and leaned forward to cup one of my breasts. Oh, that sent sparks of electricity up and down my body. I thrust back at her.

When she looked at me again, her eyes were on fire. "I love fucking you."

She shoved the dildo in to the hilt, and I screamed. "Keep going, baby. I want you to know what it feels like to have me completely. I belong to you."

Izzy moaned. Her pace faltered for a moment. I smiled with the knowledge that I was driving her crazy.

Just then, I felt James' cock against my vagina. I looked down to find him smiling up at me.

"You really are something else," he said. "Do you know that?"

He shoved his cock into me and I screamed. "Yes, baby. Fuck my pussy. Make me come all over your cock."

"I love the filthy version of Eliza," he said. "Almost as much as I love the proper lady I met more than a decade ago."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Are you sure you don't love the nasty version of me more? Because I love being a dirty slut for both of you."

He slammed his cock deep into me. "I love everything about you," he said.

On a backward thrust by Isabelle, I let myself sink onto his cock. He stayed there as Izzy thrust into me again. The sensations were intense. His cock and the dildo pressed against each other, with what felt like a thin membrane of flesh separating them. It felt like the two cocks were massaging the membrane that separated them.

Then James pulled out as Izzy pushed in, and they set that rhythm. In and out. In and out. Isabelle struggled to keep the rhythm. She had so little experience with a strap-on. But it didn't matter. They fucked me for several minutes. I felt so full with them, these two people I loved. I wanted them inside me forever. I never wanted them to pull out.

James found my clit with his fingers again and I exploded.

"Oh, I'm coming!" My pussy flooded. My juices dripped down his cock.

"You look so beautiful when you come." James smiled up at me.

"Mm," I groaned.

James paused with his cock pushed all the way into me. Isabelle slapped my butt. "This ass is mine." She laughed as she started fucking me harder than ever.

"Oh, god! Isabelle. Don't stop."

"Come for us again," she said. "You horny slut."

James started fucking me again.

"Oooooooooh fuuuuck meeeee!" I felt like my mind was leaving my body. I had never experienced so much sexual stimulation. In that moment, I completely belonged to them. I would let them have me in any way they wanted. I would do anything to please them. I wanted them to push me beyond all my limits.

At the same time, I couldn't take much more of this. When Isabelle grabbed both my nipples and pinched them, I came again. My body clenched both cocks, and they paused in fucking me as I screamed.

Isabelle pulled out and fell onto the bed. "I'm exhausted," she said.

James rolled me onto my back. "I'm not," he said.

"James, I can't take much more," I said. I was incredibly overstimulated. Anal sex often broke my brain.

He frowned, looking worried. "Do you want to rest? I can stop," he said.

His concern melted something in me. I wanted him more than ever. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper. "Don't stop, baby. Fuck me. Make me come on your cock one more time. Take me over the edge."

He started slowly, which I appreciated, but I didn't need him to be gentle. I was riding an endorphin high from the anal sex. I urged him deeper with my feet on his ass. "My pussy is your James. Always. Whenever you want it, I'll give it to you."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Don't promise me something like that. There will be days when you're not in the mood. And it's okay."

"I can't ever imagine saying no to you."

He nodded. "We'll see" He kissed me again. "But I appreciate your enthusiasm."

Isabelle sat up and pulled his face away from me. She held his head in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes. "The woman is offering to be your free use slut. Don't turn her down." Then she kissed him. As they made out, he picked up his pace and our bodies slapped together. I lifted my pelvis to meet each thrust.

Isabelle broke the kiss and dropped beside me. I turned my head to look into her eyes. "Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"You have a sweet, sweet ass," she said. "I really enjoyed fucking it."

"Thank you." We kissed and soon her hands were all over me. Groping my breasts, stroking my belly, squeezing my thighs, rubbing my clit. I couldn't keep track of all the sensations these two people were causing. They were both making love to me, entirely focused on me. James was taking his pleasure, of course. But he was moving in a way that I knew was meant to bring me to another orgasm. I shifted until I felt his cock sliding on my g-spot.

My body went limp and my head lolled about. Isabelle had to cradle my head in her hands to steady me. She wanted kisses. And she took them from me. She could have whatever she wanted.

Take me. Take all of me.

James grunted. I felt the heat of his come flood me, and it tipped me over the edge.

"Oh, yes. Yes!" I gasped with delight as he filled me. I squeezed James' hips between my thighs, making him grunt.

I let my legs drop, and James rolled to my other side. I was between the two of them again. I snaked an arm under each of them to pull them to me. We snuggled, despite how sticky and sweaty we were. The strap-on pressed against my thigh. "Let's get that off you," I said.

I unbuckled the thing and she pulled it off. She tossed it aside and snuggled into me, planting kisses on my shoulder and my neck.

"I loved fucking your ass," she said. I could hear the suppressed laughter in her voice.

"I loved you in my ass, baby," I said.

"What do you like about anal?" Izzy asked.

That was a big question. It was hard to pin it down to just one thing. "First, it's the taboo. I love doing something that scares certain people. I love the idea of giving something so taboo to someone like James, something he was probably curious about but too scared to ask for.

James laughed. "You're damned right about that."

"I love the feeling," I said. "The blending of pain and pleasure, being on the edge of both and trying to lean into the pleasure as much as I can. Eventually, the endorphins take me and it's almost like I'm high. From there, it's all pleasure. And it's so fucking intense, Isabelle."

Isabelle had a dreamy look in her eyes as she listened to me. I could tell she was intrigued. If she ever decided to try it, I would help her. I'd help her give herself to James. It would be so sexy to see her give her ass to him.

But I would never push her there. I loved her too much to push.

"And I love the feeling of being taken," I said. "Vaginal sex can be like that, too. But anal is so much more intense. To give my ass to someone can be an act of submission, and sometimes I love that. I love making myself vulnerable to you or James. I love the leaning into the trust I have in him. And in you. I love knowing that you have the power to give me pleasure or pain, and you choose pleasure."

Isabelle sighed. "That all sounds amazing. I can see the appeal. Maybe someday."

I kissed her. "Someday."

"Jimmy," Isabelle said.

"Yes, Izzy?"

"Do you have anything left in the tank. I need your dick. In my pussy, to be precise."

"Give me a minute. Or ten," he said.

I looked at the clock beside the table. It was one-thirty in the morning. "I'll get us some water."

As I stumbled out of the room, I heard Isabelle's voice. "Look at that freshly fucked ass."

Her laughter followed me to the minibar. That devilish girl. I was going to use that strap-on on her soon enough. She would never let me take her ass, and I was perfectly fine with that. Anal wasn't her thing. But I was anxious to fuck her. Perhaps James could fuck me while I fucked her. How would that work choreographically? I needed to figure it out. Maybe we could try it tomorrow night.

I took a deep, happy breath, gathered three bottles of water, and sashayed back to bed, where I found Isabelle doing her very best to get James hard again with her mouth.

I decided to help her.