A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 07

Jimmy

On a Wednesday morning two weeks after our trip to Miami, I was deep into a project in my office. I was writing a report about a company that my private equity firm was considering for investment.

My cellphone started to ring on my desk. I leaned over to check the screen, and I saw that our real estate agent Sandra was calling. Over the last few weeks, she had shown us twenty houses. We had made two offers that were rejected. On Monday, we made an offer on a four-bedroom in Cambridge and we were still awaiting a response.

"Hey Sandra," I said. "What's the news?"

"Hi James, how are you? How are Izzy and Eliza?

"I'm great. They are fantastic. We'll be even better if you have good news for me."

"Your offer matched another. The sellers are wondering if you can go up."

"I assume they're asking the other buyers the same thing."

"Definitely," she said.

Izzy and Eliza both really wanted this house. They loved the bathrooms and the kitchen. It had a decent-sized lot, which was hard to find in Cambridge. Eliza was excited about the two apple trees in the backyard. I loved the bedrooms and the finished basement. Really, the whole house was a winner. Since we were already trying for a baby with Izzy, I wanted something that didn't need a lot of work. No one wants to renovate a home when you have a baby in the house. This Cambridge house was nice, and it was big enough that our family could grow into it.

"How much do you recommend we go up?" I asked.

"I'd offer another $35,000, just to be safe."

We were already at the top of our budget with our original offer. "I need to check in with my fiancés. When do you need a decision?"

"End of business today."

After I hung up with Sandra, I texted Izzy and Eliza the news and asked them to weigh in. Maybe we could make larger mortgage payments work, but I wanted to make sure we could grow our savings.

As I stared at my phone and waited for them to reply, someone knocked on my office door, which was open as always. I looked up from my phone to find my boss Kent standing there.

"Hey Kent," I said. "What's up?

Kent smiled awkwardly as he approached and took a seat in one of the two chairs I across from my desk.

"So, I have some good news and some strange news," Kent said.

"Okay?" I closed my laptop and straightened in my chair.

"Good news first. We're offering you an equity partnership."

"Holy shit!" I never swore at work. And I certainly didn't swear in front of Kent. "Sorry."

Kent laughed, which gave me permission to laugh, too. "We're giving you your own team of analysts so you can start deal sourcing. We're also going to give you a small portfolio of investors to manage. I need you to start fundraising with them."

"Absolutely," I said. "I'm ready."

Kent gave me an overview of my new responsibilities. It sounded like I was going to be working longer hours some weeks, which the girls wouldn't like, especially Izzy, who usually worked a forty-hour week. Now Eliza and I would both be working late nights occasionally. I would also have to travel more.

I knew Izzy would be happy for me, but she would also feel lonely. She really missed Eliza when she put in a sixty-hour week, as did I.

When Kent went over my new compensation package, I felt better about everything. The forty percent pay bump took away any doubts I had about increasing our offer on the house. I was so thrilled that I picked up my phone to text the girls. But Kent still had more to say. I put the phone down.

"Now for the weird news," Kent said.

"I have no idea what weird news means. I assume it's better than bad news."

Kent shrugged. "We got another letter from William Bennington."

My stomach dropped. Not again. We hadn't heard from him since Eliza sent him a cease and desist notice in response to the first letter he mailed to my company.

"Please tell me he didn't make up some more terrible things about me," I said.

Kent shook his head and smiled. "Not at all. He apologized to us and withdrew everything he said in the previous letter. It was all defamatory information, as he put it."

"Wow, okay."

Kent held up a hand. "I don't need to know what you did to prompt that letter."

I smiled as I remembered Eliza fierce need to stand up for me. I had been uneasy about her getting into a legal fight with her father, but I was also proud of her for taking a stand. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she learned that getting all lawyerly against her dad had worked. It had made her feel more in control of the situation, and it had paid off.

If her father had relented, maybe something had changed. There was a chance he was ready to make amends with Eliza, too.

Kent was right. He didn't need to know anything about this, but I couldn't help myself.

"I didn't do a thing. I just happen to have a good lawyer."

Kent shook his head. "All right, Jim. I'll let you get back to work. Your new role starts at the end of this month."

"Thanks, Kent. I appreciate the opportunity."

Not long after Kent left, the girls started responding to my text about the house.

"That's a lot of money," Izzy wrote.

"I don't think we can afford it," Eliza wrote.

":( We can keep looking," Izzy wrote.

I couldn't stop smiling as I started typing. "We can afford it. I'm calling Sandra."

"No, we can't!" Izzy wrote. "Stop!"

"Trust me. I got some good news at work," I said. "I'll explain when I get home. That house is ours."

"What?! Tell us!" Eliza wrote.

"Don't leave us in suspense!" Izzy wrote.

"I can't. I'm really busy. But trust me, we can get this house."

The girls sent me a flurry of questions, but I put them off. I wanted to tell them in person about both my promotion and the letter from Eliza's father.

#

When I opened the door to our apartment, I was welcomed by the smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. I looked at my watch. It was close to eight o'clock, and I was starving. I had texted the girls to let them know I was going to be late. Kent had dumped a project on me about an hour after he gave me the good news about my partnership.

"Hey, I'm home," I called out.

"We're in the kitchen," Izzy said.

I found Izzy sitting at the kitchen table and munching on a bowl of chips. Eliza was stirring a pot on the stove. She had changed out of her work clothes into a loose green tank top and gray sweatpants that she had cut into shorts. They were tight around her cute little butt.

"I can't believe you made us wait all day to hear your news!" Izzy's cheeks were as red as cherries. She was excited and a little annoyed. "I assume you got a raise."

I just smiled and turned to Eliza. "Something smells good."

"I made chicken and dumpling soup. I've been trying to get Izzy to eat for the last hour, but she insisted on waiting for you."

"Izzy, you didn't need to do that."

Izzy held out a hand. I strolled over to the table and sat beside her. I took her hand and kissed it.

"I wanted us to have dinner together tonight," Izzy said. She leaned over gave me a quick kiss before resting her forehead against mine. "Hi, baby."

"Hi," I said.

Eliza brought two bowls of soup to the table and set them before us.

I got up and grabbed some glasses. I filled them with water from the tap and brought them to the table. Eliza filled another bowl of soup for herself and joined us.

"Elle, this is amazing!" Izzy said.

I shoved the first spoonful in my mouth. "It really is," I said. "Elle. I love your cooking."

Eliza put down her spoon and folded her arms over her chest. "So, are you going to tell us why we can suddenly afford that house?"

"Okay, I have three pieces of news," I said.

"I have some news, too," Izzy said.

She grimaced and closed her eyes. Whatever her news was, she was nervous to discuss it.

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

She shook her head and stuffed a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

I told them about my promotion. Izzy squealed, and Eliza smiled and squeezed my knee.

"You're going to make so much money!" Izzy said. "I want a fancy honeymoon."

"Isabelle, we're trying to build some savings," Eliza said.

"Oh come on. We can splurge."

"I plan to," I said. "Trust me. I put in enough time at this job. I deserve to enjoy myself."

They exchanged a look that told me they were making a decision.

"Okay, James. Go ahead and splurge," Eliza said.

"I will have to work some long hours with this new role," I said. "I wanted to warn you."

"Ugh, both of you work too much," Izzy said.

"My job will slow down a bit next year," Eliza said.

"What was your other news?" Izzy asked.

"Sandra called me an hour ago. We got the house."

"Fuck yes!" Eliza shouted. She jumped out of her chair and raised a fist in the air.

Izzy gawped at Eliza for a moment before breaking into laughter that soon turned into tears. "Oh god, I'm so happy. Why am I crying?"

In my experience, Izzy was prone to happy crying. As far as I was concerned, it was a good thing. I always felt good after a cry, even a happy one. After a few minutes of celebration, we settled down and went back to eating.

"Wait, you said you had three pieces of news," Eliza said.

"Yes, I do." I told them about the letter from Eliza's dad. Eliza's eyes lit up as I described it.

Izzy gazed at Eliza with a proud look on her face.

"Have you heard from your father at all?" I asked.

Eliza tilted her head as she studied the remaining soup in her bowl. "No. Maybe I should check in with him."

"He's the one who should reach out," Izzy said. "You said you didn't want to speak with him until he was ready to apologize."

"Yeah, you're right." Eliza looked disappointed. She lifted a spoonful of soup to her mouth.

"Hey, at least this is progress," I said.

"It is," she said. "It's better than nothing. It's amazing actually."

I reached under the table and squeezed her free hand, which was resting on her thigh. "I'm proud of you," I said.

She smiled. "Thank you." She turned to Izzy. "What's your news, Isabelle?"

"Oh, um... Well, it's... Wow. I can't believe how hard it is to say these words. I thought this would be so easy to tell you."

I turned in my chair to and studied her face. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

She looked back and forth from Eliza to me. She stared at me for a few seconds, and my heart started to race. She looked so vulnerable. About a dozen different expressions moved across her face.

What could it be?

"Isabelle?" Eliza said.

Izzy's attention flicked to Eliza, and her face turned red. "I'm pregnant," she said so softly. I could barely hear her.

When Izzy's eyes fell on me again, they widened like she had surprised herself with her words. She bit her upper lip. "Fuck," she whispered. "It's real."

"Pregnant?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Oh, Isabelle." Eliza covered her mouth with her hand.

"Really?" I asked.

Izzy nodded again.

I jumped out of my chair. She looked up at me with uncertainty as I stepped close to her and held out a hand. She took it, and I pulled her to her feet. We stood face to face, and I stared into those green eyes. This beautiful woman was going to be my wife, and now she was going to be a mother to my child. She had given me so much already, and she kept giving me more.

"This is amazing," I said. I hugged her, making sure to squeeze her hard. She had admonished me weeks and weeks ago that she didn't want me to treat her like a delicate flower while she was trying to get pregnant, and I wasn't going to start now that she was.

She relaxed into the hug and laughed against my cheek.

Eliza put her arms around us. "Isabelle, you are going to be a great mom," she said.

"Thank you, Elle. Oh no! I'm crying again."

"How far along are you?" Eliza asked.

"Just over three months," Izzy said. She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. "I've been dying to tell you guys, but I didn't want to say anything I got through the first trimester."

Eliza kissed her cheek. "I understand. I'm so happy for you both."

Izzy pushed me away and turned to Eliza. "Be happy for yourself, too. You're going to be my baby's mother."

Eliza raised a hand to her chest. "I want to be a part of the baby's life."

Izzy grabbed her hand and pulled it to her lips for a kiss. "Not just a part. We're a family. My baby is your baby, Elle. And I hope you'll feel the same about me when you have your own baby."

Eliza's lips quivered. "I will," she whispered.

"I'm not just having this baby for me and Jimmy," Izzy said. "I'm having it for you, too."

"I get it," she said.

"I hope it has red hair," I blurted.

They both turned to me. Izzy grinned. "Oh yeah?"

I shrugged. "I love your hair, Izzy. I hope all our kids inherit it."

She stroked my cheek. "I wouldn't mind if one or two have your blond hair."

"Do you want to postpone the wedding until after you have the baby?" Eliza asked.

"Why would I want to do that?" Izzy frowned.

"Well, you're going to be huge by the time we do it."

Izzy laughed. "I don't want to wait. I'd rather move things up than push them out."

"We don't have to have a huge wedding," I said. "Just do something small and simple. Something we could plan in a month or two. A semi-elopement."

Both girls nodded. We sat down and started mapping out a plan for a slapdash wedding as we finished our dinner.

The whole time I found myself peeking down at Izzy's stomach, searching for the telltale swell. When she caught me looking, she took my hand and pressed it to her belly. She held it there as we talked. There was a slight roundness to her. As I traced my fingers against the swell, she smiled at me.

"I'm really happy, Izzy," I said.

She pursed her lips and her eyes softened. "So am I."

#

The next day, I was pleasantly awoken more than an hour before my morning alarm went off.

"Jimmy? Jimmy! Wake up Jimmy."

"James, sweetie. Wake up."

I opened my eyes and stretched out in our bed. Izzy and Eliza were sitting on either side.

I did a double take. Izzy was wearing a green lace teddy with matching panties. Eliza wore a sheer white negligee with nothing underneath. These were rather sexy outfits for a Thursday morning, outfits that I had never seen before.

"Uh, what's going on?" I asked.

They both smiled. "Happy birthday,"they said together.

"My birthday is next Thursday," I said.

"Exactly," Izzy said. "Today is the first day of your birthday week."

"Birthday week?"

They both got off the bed and grabbed the blanket. "We're going to do something to celebrate you every day until your actual birthday," Eliza said. They pulled the blanket off me.

"And the day of your birthday will be very special," Izzy said. "You can't work that day, okay?"

"Already done," I said. Over the last two weeks, Izzy and Eliza had each suggested that I take my birthday as a vacation day. Assuming they had something planned, I had scheduled it.

Izzy grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled. I lifted my hips to let her strip me. Eliza lifted my tee-shirt over my head.

"Ladies, we have a lot going on right now," I said. "I appreciate the idea, but I think a whole week of birthday celebration isn't necessary. What time is it?"

Izzy and Eliza were going wedding dress shopping on Sunday, which meant both of their mothers and Eliza's sister Cara were flying into Boston Saturday afternoon. We were planning to take them to dinner that night. On top of that, we were also kicking off our wedding planning this week. And of course, tomorrow night I had a surprise planned for Eliza, something that could resolve the legal murkiness of our marriage plans. We would also close on the new house soon, which meant we had to plan our move.

Izzy rolled her eyes. "We're not talking about a twenty-four-seven celebration."

Eliza pouted adorably. "We just want to do a little something special for you each day."

Izzy shrugged. "But if you think that's too much, we understand. You can go back to sleep. Elle and I can go into the guest room and have our own fun." She grinned at Eliza. "Right, babe?"

Eliza smiled. "I don't want this new lingerie to go to waste."

"No, no," I said. "It's okay. It's great. If you want to celebrate my birthday, let's do it. Do I need to call in sick today?"

"Shush," Izzy said. She walked around the bed to stand behind Eliza and reached around to cup her breasts.

Eliza sighed and covered Izzy's hands. They both stared at me as Izzy fondled her.

"This is a nice start to my birthday week," I said.

Izzy chuckled. "I knew that would shut you up. You love these boobs so much." She pinched one of Eliza's nipples, which made Eliza gasp. "It almost makes me jealous."

"Don't be jealous," Eliza said. "He is absolutely obsessed with every part of your body."

Izzy bit her lip. "Oh, I know. And let's be honest. Who wouldn't be after they've seen me naked?"

Eliza rolled her eyes. "Oh shush." But then she caught my eye. "It's true. Isabelle is stacked."

Izzy's eyes widened. "Stacked?" She giggled. "Is that what you think when you look at me, Elle?"

Eliza smirked. "I think about a lot of things when I look at you, Isabelle."

Izzy's eyes widened.

Eliza smiled at what she saw in Izzy's face. "James, I finally made her speechless. But it won't." She gave Izzy a peck on the lips. "We should get started."

But Izzy grabbed Eliza's hair and held her for a longer kiss. It lasted a while, and I suspected they were starting to forget about me. Eliza turned around and kissed Izzy more directly as their hands roamed all over each other. Izzy grabbed and squeezed Eliza's ass through the negligee and Eliza responded by going up on her tip-toes.

"So, is this my birthday present for today? Watching you two fool around?"

"Oh, sorry." Izzy backed away from Eliza and covered her mouth as she laughed. "I get carried away with her sometimes."

"So do I," I said.

Eliza grinned dreamily at me. Her nipples had hardened, and the negligee did little to hide them. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. They were my favorite part of her body. She saw me eyeing her boobs and arched her back, giving me an even better view of them.

Izzy looked back and forth between us. "You are so obsessed with those little things." She shook her head.

"She teased me with them for a very long time before I got my hands on them."

Eliza planted her hands on her hips and huffed. "I did not tease you. I was simply comfortable going braless around you." She tweaked one of her nipples for my viewing pleasure.

"Now you're teasing him," Izzy said. "And I know for a fact there was a little teasing going on back then, too. I suppose I'll look the other way while his drools over your tits."

"We don't have time for drooling," Eliza said. "We all have to work today."

"True," Izzy said. "Down to business."

The girls climbed onto the bed and took up positions on either side of me.

"Just a simple present for you this morning, baby," Izzy said.

"We're going to take turns sucking you," Eliza said.

"And whoever makes you come is the loser," Izzy said. She traced her fingers up my thigh and teased my balls.

"Loser?" I asked. "What's that mean?"

"It's an edging contest," Eliza said. "The goal is to make it last, so whoever makes you come is the failure."

"This sounds like torture," I said. I was joking. I was thrilled to be a part of this.

"We plan to drive you crazy, until you're begging us to let you come," Izzy said. Her tongue glided slowly over her upper lip as her eyes flashed hungrily at me. I suspected she would be willing to lose. She had a bit of a fetish for my come.

"And the loser does laundry everyone's laundry for a month," Eliza said. She rested a hand on my knee and squeezed. I jumped under her touch. Both of them had me on edge already.

"Sounds like the stakes are high," I said.

"Exactly," Izzy said. "This includes taking care of all dry-cleaning. The stakes are very high. Do you know how many outfits Eliza wears that are dry-clean-only? The woman's wardrobe is ridiculous. If I lose, I'll be making two or three trips to the dry cleaners every week.

"You love my wardrobe," Eliza said. "You borrow my clothes all the time."

Izzy shrugged. "Yes, I do. You have the sexiest outfits. Fine. Enough talk. Let's get started."

Eliza stretched across my body and snatched my phone from the side table. "Here, put it in stopwatch mode. We switch off every two minutes until you blow."

"I think I'm starting to like this birthday week," I said.

Izzy moved between my thighs and brought her face to within inches of my penis, which was still soft. "This is only the first day." She gripped my cock in one hand and lifted it gently. She licked the underside up to the glans while blowing hot breath all over me.

"Oh, Izzy." I shivered.

"The rules are that we have to suck you off continuously," Izzy said. "No sitting there letting your dick soften in our mouths. No taking breaks. If we sense you're getting close, we can squeeze you and slow our pace, but we can't stop."

"This sounds great," I said.

"Of course it does," Izzy said.

Eliza lay beside me and nuzzled into my neck. "Timer."

"Right." I tapped phone screen and set the stopwatch to track two-minute intervals. It would chime at the end of each round. "Ready, set, go"

Izzy plunged her mouth over my cock.

Eliza turned my face with a hand on my chin. Her kiss was hungry. The dueling stimuli of Izzy's blowjob and Eliza's kisses were heavenly. My breathing quickened. Eliza could sense it. I felt her lips curl into a smile against mine.

"We have a happy boy," Eliza said.

"Mm-hm," Izzy said.

"This contest was my idea," Eliza whispered.

"Really?" I asked. "This seems like an Izzy idea."

Eliza shook her head slowly.

My phone chimed, and my fiancés immediately switched places.

Izzy snuggled up against me as Eliza took me in her mouth. Izzy's green eyes were warm and wanting. "Man of my dreams," she said.

"I don't know about that," I said.

"Shut up and kiss me, dork."

After a few kisses, she pulled away and stroked the back of my head.

"Was this really Elle's idea?" I whispered.

Izzy nodded. She glanced at Eliza, whose eyes were closed as she sucked me greedily. She was making a lot of loud slobbering noises on my cock, truly savoring the experience.

"Ever since she confronted her dad and cut him off, she's been on fire," Izzy whispered. "I think she feels free. She doesn't go into her shell as much as she used to. I told you about the changing room in the Miami boutique. She was out of control." Izzy closed her eyes. "I loved it."

Eliza started pumping my cock into her mouth with her hand. She had gone from a leisurely pace to being on a mission for my come. "Fuck! I thought the point was to edge me," I said.

"Yes, but it's also a contest," Eliza said before taking me back into her mouth.

I clenched my glutes as I felt an orgasm building. I glanced at Izzy, who looked uncertain.

The phone chimed, and Eliza gave us an evil grin. "Your turn, Isabelle."

"You bitch! He's about to blow!" Izzy laughed as she moved down my body and took over. She squeezed the base of my cock and went slow. My impending orgasm subsided, and she glared at Eliza. Her anger was all pretense. I could tell she was having fun.

Eliza settled beside me. "Looks like she survived."

"This really was your idea?" I asked. "You aren't usually the horny instigator. You have to get revved up to do this sort of thing."

She shrugged. "Things have changed."

I didn't mention Izzy's theory about her dad, but it made sense. Some part of her had tried to please him over the years, and maybe that need to please a controlling father made her shy and embarrassed around sex. Shy and embarrassed about sex until someone turned her.

She had surprised me when she confronted her father about his letter to my company, and she had impressed me with her determination to protect me from him. I liked this uninhibited and confident version of her, but I was going to miss the shy and demure version. Maybe that version will still reveal herself occasionally.

Something shifted on her face as she regarded me. That evil grin returned.

"Don't you want to come in her mouth, sweetie? You know she wants it. She can't get enough of your come." She scooted close and licked my ear. "She is an absolute slut for your come. How many times as she sucked it out of my pussy?"

Izzy squeezed my dick and growled on it, which made me shiver. I let out a little groan. Izzy realized her mistake and stopped growling, but I could sense her frustration in the way she worked my cock. She knew she was in danger of losing this contest. Eliza was determined to make Izzy our laundry girl for the month.

The phone chimed. The girls swapped places.

Izzy hadn't bothered to rev me up at the end like Eliza had. I thought she was going to play fair until she started talking.

"Do you remember our second night in New York with Christina?" she asked.

"Uh-huh."

"She begged me to eat her juicy pussy. When she got close to coming all over my tongue, what did I tell you to do?"

"You told me to fuck her mouth." I gasped.

"That's right. I wanted her to come with your dick in her mouth. And you came down her throat like a good boy."

"Fuck, Izzy."

"Maybe I'll make her your birthday present," Izzy said. "I'll fly her up here and make her our plaything for a weekend. You and I both know she'd jump at the chance. She can't get enough of your cock, and she was obsessed with me. Would you like that? I'll give her to you."

"Oh god," I groaned.

The phone chimed.

Izzy growled in frustration.

I was starting to have an out-of-body experience. The pleasure and arousal was so overwhelming, a part of me lifted away. When I closed my eyes, I could see us from above, me on my back, Izzy between my legs with her head bobbing up and down, and Eliza lying beside me.

Then Eliza's voice was in my ear. "I discovered my openness to anal sex when I was eighteen, the summer before college. I was riding my boyfriend in the basement of his parents' house when he pushed a finger against my little rosebud." Eliza kissed my neck. "James, I came so hard. At first I was embarrassed, but a few weeks later, I asked him to do it again. This time he pushed his finger inside and I lost it."

"Elle, my god." My cock twitched in Izzy's mouth.

Izzy squeezed the base and moved up to the head, where she slowed her pace.

"My first boyfriend after college was obsessed with my ass. The third time we had sex, he rolled me onto my stomach and ate it. I went wild. A week later, I offered him my virgin asshole. He had never done it, but he was so eager. So eager to fuck my ass."

"Fuck!" I was squirming.

"Now my ass is all yours, James." She nipped at my lips. "Do you like fucking my ass?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

"You don't have to wait for me to offer it to you, baby. You can take it whenever you want."

"Oooooh." I was falling apart.

The phone chimed.

Moments later, Izzy's tongue grazed my ear. "Fine. If Elle is going to play dirty, so will I. You may recall how my college boyfriend Theo begged and begged me to have a threesome with him and his buddy Sam."

"Yes." I squeezed my eyes shut as Eliza worked her mouth up and down my shaft. She liked to pause at the top and press the head against the inside of her cheek while she swirled her tongue around. Then she would back down. I resisted the urge to grab her hair. I felt like any movement on my part would make me come. I didn't want to interfere with this contest. It was up to the girls to figure out who lost and who won.

"When it finally happened, Theo and Sam sat beside each other on the couch. Theo took out his dick and told me to suck it. I knelt on the floor and took him in my mouth. Theo said something, and Sam took off my shirt and bra. I kept sucking Theo's cock as Sam groped my tits. It felt so hot to have one boy touching me while I off sucked another."

I couldn't believe she was telling me these details The first time she told me this story, she kept it vague and mostly focused on how things went bad after. Her boyfriend got jealous, even though he pushed her to do it. She really wanted to win this edging contest.

"Oh god. Izzy. Elle. I can't take this," I said.

"Theo pushed me off his dick and told me to blow Sam. I tried my very best to please his friend. While I worked that dick, Theo got behind me and fucked me. Every time he shoved his cock into me, he pushed my head into Sam, forcing me to take him deeper down my throat. They did me like that for a while, baby, until Theo came in my pussy. Then I made Sam come all over my tits."

"Fuck!" I shouted.

"I wasn't done with them. I wanted to fuck Sam. Theo was going to get his fantasy."

The phone chimed.

Eliza held my face in the palm of my hands and kissed me. "Two weeks after I first fooled around with my roommate Kim, I came home from a late-night study session to find her and her boyfriend drinking in our room. I joined them. We got pretty buzzed, and I ended up kissing Kim while he watched. We undressed each other, and she went down on me. Her boyfriend stroked his cock while I came on his girlfriend's mouth. Then she asked me if I wanted to fuck him. I ate Kim out for the first time, while he fucked me from behind."

Izzy squeezed the base of my dick to slow my surge, but it wasn't working.

"Elle," Izzy gasped. "This is too much. I'm so horny."

"Oh god," I groaned.

"He came all over my ass and back. Kim licked it off. She let me taste it on her lips as we made out. Then she asked me to get him hard again. I sucked his cock while she played with my breasts. It didn't take long for him to get hard again. She fingered me to another orgasm while her boyfriend fucked her. He had the time of his life, sweetie. But now, I belong to you and Isabelle, and every night is a fucking dream."

The phone chimed.

Izzy kissed me briefly before going to my ear. "If you come in Elle's mouth right now, I'll be your free use slut for the entire time that she's our laundry bitch. Any time. Anywhere. Anything you want. I'll blow you under the table at a restaurant. I'll fuck you on a park bench. I'll come to your office and stay in there naked the whole fucking day. You can invite coworkers into your office to watch me service you. You don't have to ask. Just take me wherever, whenever, however. I will be your devoted slut and nothing will be off limits. Nothing."

Eliza squeezed the base of my cock for a couple seconds, but it was no use. I had never been on the edge of coming for so long. How long had this been going on?

"The two of you are going to break my brain," I said.

Izzy giggled. "I want you to take me dancing at a club and bend me over on the floor. Fuck me right there while everyone watches. Let them see how much I love you."

The phone chimed.

Eliza returned and took her time with a long kiss. Was she giving up? She wasn't in a hurry to push my buttons.

Eliza propped herself up on an elbow and smiled down at me. "James?"

No, she had something in mind that she knew would take me over the edge.

"Yes, Eliza?"

"Have you thought about your bachelor party at all?"

"A little," I said. "But there's no time for one now."

"Well, you could have it after the wedding and honeymoon. We'd let you do that, if you want."

"Maybe," I said.

"I was thinking that Isabelle and I could be the entertainment."

Izzy paused her blowjob. The nails of her right hand dug into my thigh. She was staring at Eliza intensely.

"Isabelle, don't you dare stop," Eliza said.

Izzy moaned, but she obeyed. The sloppy sucking sounds of her blowjob filled the room.

"You could get a hotel suite," Eliza said. "Isabelle and I would come over after you and your friends are nice and drunk. We'll strip for you. We'll take turns giving you lap dances while all of your friends watch. Maybe I'll let you slip your cock inside me while I'm grinding on your lap."

Izzy groaned on my dick, which only added to the stimulation. My whole body was shaking. She let my dick slide out of her mouth for a moment. "Elle, please," Izzy whined. "This isn't fair."

"Keep sucking that dick" Eliza said. She turned back to me. "After we finish giving you lap dances, Isabelle and I will put on a show. Your choice. Maybe I can go down on her and make her scream for the audience. Or Isabelle wears the strap-on and fucks me."

"Jesus, Elle." I was losing control.

"And if any of your friends are especially deserving, I'll suck them off while Isabelle fucks me. You pick which ones get my mouth. You're in charge."

"Oh fuck!" I exploded in Izzy's mouth. Izzy moaned and pumped my dick, clearly ready to take every last drop. I came so hard that one of my calf muscles cramped.

"Ugh!" I wanted to kick my leg out, but I was afraid I would hit Izzy.

"No!" Izzy said with a mouthful of come. She swallowed and sat up. "That wasn't fair."

"You played just as dirty as I did," Eliza said.

Izzy frowned. "But you went over the top."

"You said you would let James' coworkers watch you be a free use slut for him," Eliza said.

Izzy shrugged. "I did. We were both really nasty."

"That was insane," I said.

"Do you really want to strip at the bachelor party?" Izzy asked.

"No!" Eliza said. "I was just trying to break James."

Izzy shrugged. "I can't believe I told you guys about getting spit-roasted by Theo and his friend."

"I can't believe I have to go to work now," I said. "Whatever the opposite of PTSD is, I have that now. My brain is permanently altered."

The girls sat up and put their arms around each other's waists. "Happy birthday," they said in unison.

Eliza kissed Izzy and licked her lips. "I can't taste him," Eliza said.

"I made sure to swallow it all. If I'm gong to be laundry bitch for a month, I'm going to enjoy my loss." Izzy turned to me. "Now, let's go make breakfast. I'm starving."

I jumped out of bed and swatted Izzy's ass. "I'll take care of it. I feel like I owe you ladies."

As I headed for the kitchen, my mind spun at the possibilities. What would the rest of my birthday week look like?

#

The next night, the second day of my so-called birthday week, I waited anxiously by the door to our apartment. Eliza had just texted. "Getting off the train. I'll be home in five minutes."

Izzy and I had told Eliza that we wanted to have a nice dinner with her, and we asked her to get home by six o'clock. Her text was verification that she was on time, as promised.

It had already been quite a day. The sellers had accepted our offer for the house. We would close on the place next week. We needed to start packing.

Also, the girls had woken me this morning with another birthday surprise, a double full-body massage. It had started with just their hands. But they covered themselves with oil and rubbed their naked bodies all over me. Eventually, I interrupted the massage to fuck them, first Izzy and then Eliza. They had laughed as I took over, pleased with how they had made me lose control.

Now the most important part of the day was here. This dinner was a ruse. I wanted Eliza home from work at a reasonable hour because we had some very important things to iron out about our upcoming marriage.

My heart skipped when the deadbolt unlocked and Eliza finally opened the door. She looked exhausted as she hung her coat.

She smiled. "Hi sweetie. You look like you have something serious on your mind."

I met her halfway into the living room and hugged her. "Come into the kitchen, Elle. We need to talk."

She gave me a sidelong look that told me she was not in the mood for any shenanigans. But she let me lead her by the hand into the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway when she found Izzy sitting at the kitchen table with someone.

"Hi, Elle!" Izzy had a nervous smile on her face. She was very excited, but she was also worried about how Eliza would take things.

I pointed at the other person sitting at the table. "Elle, this is Jalen Franks. He's an old friend."

"Nice to meet you," Eliza said. She looked confused, probably thinking that she was too tired for company tonight. She had worked a couple late nights this week. "I thought we were having a family dinner. No offense, Jalen. I wasn't expecting company."

Jalen stood and shook her hand. He was about my height with a shaved head. He was wearing a stylish charcoal gray suit. His office was an hour away from Boston, and he had done me a big favor by driving out here. He had a wife and two young kids at home, and he was missing dinner with them.

"Eliza, it's great to meet you," Jalen said. "I'm really looking forward to the wedding."

Eliza smiled. "Me, too."

"Elle, take a seat," I said.

She tilted her head at me with a raised eyebrow as she sat down. Jalen lifted his briefcase off the floor and set it on the table.

"I normally don't do legal work for friends. I like to keep my personal and professional lives separate," Jalen said. "But Jimmy's request was unusual, and I figured he might struggle to find someone who could do this for him."

"Legal work?" Eliza said.

"Elle," I said. "A domestic partnership with you doesn't work for me and Izzy."

"It's not enough," Izzy said. "We want more for you."

Eliza looked back and forth between us. She took a breath to say something, but no words came out.

"Jimmy asked me to draw up some legal agreements and contracts," Jalen said. "They've already signed everything."

Eliza turned to me. "James, I told you I'm fine with Isabelle being your wife."

I sat beside her and held her hand. "You deserve more."

"No, I don't."

If I wasn't careful with my words, she was going to cry. I stroked her cheek. "You need to stop believing that you deserve less because of something that happened a decade ago. You need to forgive yourself, Elle. I forgave you a long time ago. Honestly, you did nothing wrong."

"I've forgiven myself," she said. "I just don't want to take this away from Isabelle."

"I don't want it," Izzy said. "Legal marriage means nothing to me, because you wouldn't be a part of it." Izzy got up and moved behind Eliza. She rested her hands on Eliza's shoulders. "I want us to be equals in everything, Elle. All three of us. I can't go into this knowing I have a higher status than you."

"I want you to be secure and safe," I said. "Your family wants that, too. So does mine. I want you to have everything that we can give you. We hurt each other a long time ago. You're right about that. But we've both made up for the past. We're in love, and that's all that matters. Don't you agree?"

"I don't deserve this," she whispered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I fucked up! I hurt you! I'm not going to walk into your life six years later and stop you from marrying Isabelle. That's what you were doing to do before I joined this relationship. I don't want to be the bitch that took that away from her and from you."

Well, I had failed in stopping her fry crying. Tears spilled down her cheeks. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to me. "Stop this! We aren't going to work as a throuple if you keep being a martyr. It's pointless, and it's make me and Izzy miserable. Can't you see that? We want you as our wife, not some girl on the fucking side! We need that. Please."

Eliza's jaw quivered as she wiped away her tears. "Isabelle, do you agree with him?"

"You know I do, Elle," Izzy said. "You think you're being hard on yourself, but you're actually hurting me with this stubbornness. It needs to end now."

Eliza closed her eyes and nodded. "I'm sorry. You're totally right. Fuck, I'm being such an idiot."

"No," I said. "You're just scared of doing the wrong thing." I hugged her. "Trust me. This is the right thing. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, James. I trust you completely."

I nodded at Jalen, who started laying out the documents in front of her.

"When Jimmy first called me, I suggested that Eliza and Izzy get married," Jalen said. "That would solve the parental rights issue. Unmarried men have plenty of parental rights, and you two ladies would have full rights to any children born in the marriage."

"That's not enough," Izzy said.

"James wouldn't be protected," Eliza said. She looked up at Izzy and smiled sweetly. "Not that I wouldn't love to be legally married to you, Isabelle."

"Jimmy said as much when we first talked about it," Jalen said. "So, I got to work on something more complicated. The first document is a cohabitation and property agreement." He pushed the papers across the table to Eliza. "This says that you will jointly own and occupy whatever homes you buy, and you will jointly own whatever other property and assets you bring into the relationship. It dictates how all finances are co-managed by the three of you. Most of your earnings and investments will go into jointly held accounts, with a small portion in reserve for personal use. It also allows any of you to exit the agreement and the relationship with one third of all assets and property."

"This makes sense" Eliza whispered. She smiled shyly at me and Izzy. "Honestly, I've researched this stuff myself."

"Good," I said. "That means you'll be prepared to review all this."

"Next is an equal ownership trust," Jalen said. "This creates a legal body that holds the titles to all your major assets. It makes clear that you have equal ownership of everything. It has rules for how to liquidate and divide those assets if one of you leaves the marriage. If you sign this, your car would be the first asset covered by the agreement."

This document was ready just in time for us to close on the house. We would use it to hold the title.

Eliza nodded as she read the first page.

Jalen placed a third document in front of her. "This is a living trust and will. It dictates how assets will be divided among living partners if one of you passes," Jalen said. "Basically, a fifty-fifty split of everything. It is meant to provide some of the protections that a traditional marriage carries around probate matters like inheritance."

Eliza sniffed and took hold of one of Izzy's hands on her shoulder.

"Next is a durable powers of attorney and health care proxy agreement. James and Isabelle are giving you the right to make health care decisions for them if they are incapacitated. By signing it, you will give them the same powers over you. It also gives you full access to either of them in health care settings."

"Better than the hospital visitation rights I would get as a domestic partner," Eliza said.

I squeezed her knee. "Exactly."

Jalen brought out a fifth document. "This is a co-parenting and guardian agreement. It's a contract among the three of you," Jalen said. "It sets up a structure for how custody of children will be handled. All three of you have full custodial and parental rights, regardless of who the mother is. As children are born, you amend this agreement to reflect each child's status. If someone leaves this relationship, they will retain partial custody of those children, regardless of his or her biological relationship."

Eliza twisted in her seat to look up at Izzy. "Isabelle, are you sure you want to give me legal rights to your baby?"

Izzy kissed Eliza's forehead. "I don't want anyone to have the power to stop you from being a mother to this baby."

Eliza stood up and hugged Izzy. "Thank you."

"This agreement includes adoption," Jalen said. "In Massachusetts, it is legal for you to adopt the children that Izzy has with Jimmy. And vice versa."

"Really?" Eliza asked. "I didn't know that."

"You'll be my baby's mother in every way," Izzy said.

"Are you okay with giving Izzy parental rights to any children you have?" I asked. "My rights would be unambiguous as the father, but Izzy's are murky."

Eliza nodded. "Yes."

"There's one last agreement. It's not legally binding," Jalen said. "It simply states that you commit to being in a three-way spousal relationship in perpetuity. It's just something you can sign at your wedding, but it won't hold up in any court. It's about putting your signatures on a document that states your intent for marriage, that you're committing to each other."

"To have and to hold." Izzy chuckled.

Eliza sat down again. "Thank you, Jalen. Can I review all this?"

He smiled. "Of course. I would expect nothing less from a fellow attorney."

Eliza turned to me. "So, no legal marriage between you and Izzy?"

"These contracts are our marriage," I said. "And they include all of us That's how we want it."

"We want you to feel protected, secure, and one hundred percent included in everything," Izzy said. "Our wife."

Eliza half closed her eyes and looked away. "Izzy, you were so excited to marry him."

"I stopped caring about that the day Jimmy gave us both rings."

Eliza took a deep breath and let it out. "Okay, we'll do this. I'll review the papers and sign them."

I was so relieved. Some part of me had expected her to put up a fight, to continue deferring to Izzy's relationship with me. It was time for that to end. It needed to end.

"Good," I said. "Because it's this or nothing. I'm not marrying only one of you."

Eliza started reading the documents.

"You don't have to review them now," Jalen said. "Take a look at them tomorrow and call me if you have any questions.

"We made dinner," Izzy said. "Relax and eat."

"No, I want to sign these tonight." She turned a page of one of the documents. "We're closing on the house soon. These need to be filed."

Izzy squeezed my shoulder. When I looked up at her, she smiled. The look of relief on her face was obvious.

We had dinner ready, so Izzy and I worked together to make plates for everyone. I opened a bottle of white wine and poured three glasses. None for Izzy, of course.

"Do you know the gender?" Jalen asked. "You referred to the baby as a she while we were waiting for Eliza to get home."

"No," Izzy said. "Just a feeling." She patted her belly. "My little Sophia."

Eliza looked up from her reading. "It's a little early to pick a name."

"And we all need to agree on one," I said.

"Jimmy, you suggested Sophia, and Elle liked it."

"Let's just wait until we at least know the sex," I said.

"Fine," Izzy said.

After dinner, Jalen stuck around while Eliza continued to read the legal papers. I made him an old-fashioned because I knew he loved cocktails with high-end bourbon. About an hour after dinner, Eliza signed the documents and handed them to Jalen. She kept the symbolic document, the one which we would all sign at our wedding.

"Okay, I will file these on Monday," Jalen said.

I walked him to the door. "Jalen, I really appreciate this."

He shrugged as he grabbed his coat off the hook. "It was fun to do something different. I'm usually doing prenups and divorces. This work was much less depressing."

I hugged him and slapped his back. "I'm glad I could brighten your days a little."

When he left, I turned around to find the girls sitting on the couch. They had left a space between them, so I ambled over and joined them.

"James, it's all getting so real. Signing those papers felt like a big step," Eliza said.

"Are you okay with everything?" Izzy asked.

She closed her eyes and nodded. "Putting my signature on those papers felt amazing. I was committing to this. Committing to us." She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I liked signing those papers, too," Izzy said. "And by the way, I'm naming my baby Sophia, no matter what those papers say about baby-naming rights."

"They didn't cover that part of things at all," I said.

Eliza laughed. "Okay, Isabelle. Sophia is a wonderful name.

"Sophia Eliza Ryan," Izzy said.

Eliza blinked. "Really?"

"Yes," Izzy said. She leaned across me to kiss Eliza's cheek. "That's what we will call our first baby together. Right Jimmy?"

I wasn't going to argue with that. "Sounds perfect," I said.

#

Eliza

The next morning, Isabelle and I led James blindfolded into a building. We walked on either side of him, each holding one of his hands.

"Is this really necessary?" he asked. "Do we have time for this? You need to pick up your mothers at the airport in a few hours."

"We have plenty of time, baby," Izzy said. "Just relax."

I took James into the waiting room while Isabelle talked to the receptionist at the front desk. When Izzy turned our way, she waved us over. I squeezed James' hand and led him over.

A volunteer opened the door that connected the waiting room to the rest of the place.

"Is that a dog barking?" James asked.

"Cover his ears," Izzy said.

I covered his ears as Izzy led him down a hall that led to the visitation area. When we entered it, everything was quiet. I released James' ears, but a sudden loud thumping sound made James pause. He cocked his head and listened.

Another volunteer stood by a medium-sized black dog. He was officially a puppy, but nearly fully grown. He was black, and I could see the mix of Labrador and bull terrier clearly in his face and his body.

Isabelle took off James' blindfold. He gasped when he saw the dog.

I led James closer. "This is Byron," I said.

As James approached, Byron remained sitting next to the volunteer, but his tail was thumping loudly on the floor.

Isabelle was beside us. "The shelter named his litter after Romance poets," she said.

"Why are we here?" James asked.

"Our home needs another boy to balance things out," Isabelle said. "And I know you loved having dogs when you were a kid."

"We paid a deposit for him last week. If you like him, he's ours," I said.

"He's your third present for your birthday week," Isabelle said.

James knelt before Byron, who stood up and wiggled his butt. The puppy whined as he waited for James to touch him. When James stroked his flanks, he burst forward and licked James' face.

"Easy, boy!" James laughed as he tried to avoid the dog's kisses.

Isabelle smiled at me. "I think we've adopted a dog."

James laughed as he continued to pet Byron. "You're a good boy."

I sighed. "I think you're right, Isabelle."

Thirty minutes later, we signed some papers and left without Byron. We couldn't take him home until tomorrow, which was fine. We had a busy day ahead of us.

When we got home, the three of us had a quick lunch. Then it was time to leave for the airport to pick up my mother and sister and Isabelle's mother. They were officially coming to Boston to go wedding gown shopping with us tomorrow. But both our mothers had made it clear to me and Isabelle that they wanted to interrogate us individually about our marriage plans in detail today. They wanted to understand how everything was going to work. James was worried about us.

"Are you sure I can't come with you?" James asked.

Isabelle and I looked at each other. I would let her take this one. I put on a jacket, because it was a chilly December day. I grabbed my keys off the hook by the door. Isabelle was already wearing her coat. James stood beside her with a slightly helpless look on his face. He needed to learn that sometimes we didn't need his help.

"Jimmy, it's sweet that you want to be there for us," Isabelle said. "But Eliza's car isn't big enough for everyone. You can meet us for dinner later."

He scratched the back of his head. He did that when he was frustrated or nervous.

"I know," he said. "I thought maybe I could ride with you to the airport and then follow you back in an Uber. Your moms are going to grill you about everything. I feel like I should be there."

Isabelle and I exchanged another look. She raised an eyebrow.

You talk to him, was what she was saying with that look.

I knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted James to trust us to handle things.

"James, just relax here," I said. "Isabelle and I have things under control."

Isabelle grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I smiled back at her.

Yes, I love you, too, Isabelle, I thought.

James nodded. "Okay." A grin crept over his face, and he looked like a little boy who had gotten away with being naughty.

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"The two of you are doing that thing," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Extremely effective nonverbal communication," he said. "It's almost like you can read each other's minds."

Isabelle smirked. "You like that?"

"I love seeing how in sync you are. It makes me confident that this thing we have is going to work out," he said.

I tilted my head at Isabelle, who giggled.

"Okay, now you're just showing off," he said.

"We're all in sync, sweetie," I said. "Isabelle and I can read you like a book. Can't you do the same?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He was completely wrong-footed, and I enjoyed every second of it.

It was true, Isabelle and I were very good at understanding each other. Just a touch or a look between us could communicate so much. It had started happening when she and James first came to visit me in D. C. a month after our first weekend together in Boston. James would ask us a question, Isabelle and I would look at each other, and we would both know what our answer would be.

Of course, James didn't have that type of connection with us, but that was fine. My connection to him went back almost twelve years, and it had always been verbal. We could talk and talk for hours. As long as we talked openly and honestly, we understood each other perfectly. Isabelle had a very similar connection with him.

"I don't think I can read either of you like a book," he said. "But I try my best."

"We're only teasing." I felt a little guilty for putting him off balance, and I gave him a gentle hug. As my fingers stroked the muscles of his back, something loosened in me.

Oh no.

Sometimes when I touched him and felt how strong he was, I got horny. Last week we were kissing in bed. When my hands brushed against the muscles of his upper arms, I lost it.

He saw it in my eyes now. He was having that effect on me. He put a finger under my chin to tilt my head back. When he kissed me, I moaned and pushed my groin against him. Sometimes his kisses completely short-circuited me, and I needed to have him.

"Jimmy, stop," Isabelle said. "She can't fuck you right now. We need to go to the airport."

James backed away and I let my hands drop to my side. "We're going to be late," I gasped.

"What's that?" he asked. Now he was teasing me.

I smiled. "I said we're going to be late."

"Right," he said. "Call me when you know what time you want to meet for dinner. I'll be there."

Isabelle gave James a quick kiss and patted his cheek. "Naughty boy," she said. She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the apartment.

We walked down the stairs in silence until we reached the ground floor and marched to the back of the building where the entrance to the underground garage was.

"You are so horny for him," Isabelle said with a sidelong glance.

She was right. It was almost embarrassing, especially since I had sex with him only four hours ago.

I shrugged as I pulled the stairway door open and descended. "Aren't you?"

"Of course I am. I've been helpless to resist him since day one. I barely made it through our first date. I don't know how you resisted him for all those years."

We reached my electric Volvo and hopped in. "It wasn't easy. Believe me. But I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping things platonic with him."

"Clearly you were wrong," Isabelle said.

As we drove out of our neighborhood, Isabelle rested a hand on my thigh. I covered it with one of my own and squeezed. "It's worked out for the best," I said. "I waited just long enough for him to find you."

"Elle, to be honest, I love seeing the effect he has on you. It's adorable. And I can relate. Sometimes when he looks at me in a certain way, I get wet. I can't stand it. I have to have him right then."

"I hope I have that effect on you, too," I said.

Isabelle smiled and looked out the passenger window. Suddenly she was shy. "You absolutely do."

Isabelle's mother was due to land at the airport in an hour. My mother and my sister Cara would land about an hour after that. We had booked them three rooms at the same hotel, which was located a couple mile from our apartment. The plan was to get them settled at the hotel and have dinner. Before dinner, I'd spent a couple hours talking with Mom and Cara. Mom had made it clear to me that she wanted to know how everything would work with James and Isabelle. Isabelle was expecting to receive the same kind of grilling from her mother, as James had put it.

Isabelle and I held hands as we walked into the airport terminal. Fortunately, everyone was flying on the same airline, so we wouldn't have to rush from one terminal to the next.

Isabelle's hand was clammy.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I'm nervous."

"About?"

"I want your mom to like me. I didn't get much of a chance to make an impression during our first meeting."

I squeezed her hand. "Don't worry. You're very lovable, Isabelle."

She forced a smile. "I know."

She led us to a bench in the arrivals area where we sat and waited.

Eventually, Isabelle's mother appeared dragging a carry-on bag behind her. Izzy jumped off the bench and skipped to her. "Mom!"

They swayed back and forth as they hugged. Her mother had Isabelle's giggle as well as her red curls. When they finally parted, her mother held out her arms to me. I smiled and stepped into her warm hug.

"Thank you for coming, Mrs. Donovan."

"Call me Nina, Eliza," she said.

We parted and Isabelle grabbed my hand. "I'm so excited," she said.

"It feels so real now," Nina said. "And so soon. You never explained to me why you're rushing things."

Isabelle glanced at me. "We're in a hurry to get things started," she said.

Nina's eyes narrowed as she studied her daughter. I made the mistake of glancing at Isabelle's belly. She wasn't really showing yet. When she was naked, I could see a little swell there. And I could feel it under my hands when I touched her. But with her jacket on, there was no chance.

"What's going on here?" Nina said. "This rush to have the ceremony came out of nowhere."

She was studying me, and she must have seen where my eyes were briefly pointed. She looked at Isabelle's belly. Isabelle hugged herself.

"Nothing is going on," Isabelle said. "We just want to get on with being married.

"Oh my," Nina said. "Really?"

Isabelle grimaced at me. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Mom..."

"Izzy, is it true?"

"Yes."

"How far along are you?'

"Fourteen weeks. I had my first OB appointment last week. Early tests are good. It's a girl."

Nina put an arm around each of us and pulled us into a group hug. "I'm going to be a grandmother! Eliza, how do you feel?"

"I'm ecstatic and terrified," I said.

Nina laughed. She pulled open Isabelle's jacket and studied her belly. "The three of you really are going to be a family, aren't you?"

Isabelle nodded once very emphatically. "Elle is going to adopt her."

Nina let out a breath and smiled. "Congratulations to both of you. And Jimmy. How long until your mother and sister arrive?"

"At this point, about a thirty minutes," I said.

"Let's sit down," Nina said. "Izzy will soon find that she can tire easily."

Later, when my mother and sister appeared, all three of us stood to greet them. Cara could not contain herself. She was hopping up and down as she hugged me and Isabelle. She hugged Nina, too, who gasped with surprise before Cara's relentless laughing got her going, too.

My mother gave Isabelle a nice hug, which was a relief.

"Isabelle, I want to apologize for how my husband and I behaved during our first meeting," my mother said. "I promise that there will be much less drama this time."

When Mom let go of her, Isabelle was smiling. "I appreciate the apology. And I'm sorry that we ambushed you at that dinner. We didn't know how to do this."

Mom waved away Isabelle's apology. "You didn't ambush us. You simply wanted to share your news with us. Wouldn't anyone?"

Isabelle nodded slowly. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it as our mothers introduced themselves to each other. I kept hold of her hand all the way to our car.

After we got them settled into the hotel, Isabelle and I split up. I settled in my mother's room with her and Cara, and Isabelle went to her mother's room.

I took a seat on the bed with Cara while Mom stood by the window and took in the view of Boston.

"Tell me about the legalities of this marriage," Mom said.

I glanced at Cara, who chewed her lip. She shrugged sympathetically at me.

"None of us will be legally married. We've signed a series of contracts and legal filings that bind us together in many of the ways a traditional marriage would. Child custody. Shared property. Health care proxies. Living trusts. Merged finances. I reviewed all of it. We will close on a new house this week. It will go into a trust that we hold together."

Mom turned from the window. I couldn't stop myself from shrinking under her stare. "Can I see these papers?" she asked.

"Do you really need to?"

"I'd like to have a lawyer look at them."

"I am a lawyer," I said. "And I'm an adult, Mother. I think I can take care of my own interests here."

Mom's shoulders slumped. "You're right. I'm sorry.." Her eyebrow quirked upward. "Child custody?"

I bit my lip a thought about what I should tell her. There was no point in hiding it. "Isabelle is pregnant. That's why we've moved up the date."

Her mouth dropped open. "You... Eliza, you're going to be a parent to that child?"

"Elle!" Cara crashed into me and gave me a bone-crushing hug. "That's fantastic!"

"I'm going to adopt her baby. We can do that here. All three of us will be her parents.

Mom walked over to us. "You truly want to have a family with them?"

"Yes, Mom." I rested my head against my sister's. "The baby's name will be Sophia Eliza Ryan."

Mom's lips trembled. "Elle. My goodness."

"I'll have one or two of my own someday. I know that's what you really want from me."

She looked down at her feet. "Well, I want that for you." She clasped her hands together. "I want you to experience the wonder of having a child. But I'll treat Isabelle's baby like she's your own. I promise you."

"Thank you."

"Are you going to invite your father to the wedding?" Mom asked.

"Mom, don't," Cara said. She released our hug and took my hand. I squeezed it for reassurance.

"I'd love to have him there," I said. "But he hasn't apologized."

She turned away. "You threatened to sue him."

"He tried to destroy James' career."

She folded her arms across her chest and sighed. "It was stupid of him."

"Believe me. I want my father at the wedding, but he's rejected my relationship with them. And I don't want him there if he can't apologize to them. My husband and wife."

My mother's eyes widened. "I can't even wrap my head around the notion that you'll have a husband and wife. Even after you explained the legalities of it." She shook her head. "I'm not telling you that you're wrong. I only wish you could meet him halfway."

"Halfway to what? He's controlling and overbearing," I said. My hands were shaking. Cara felt it and put an arm around my shoulder.

"He is controlling," Cara said. "He's been even worse since all this happened."

"Cara, don't start," Mom said.

"It's true," Cara said. "Eliza and I are grown women, but he thinks he can still tell us how to live our lives!"

"He worries about you," Mom said. "He wants what's best for you."

"He hurt the people I love," I said. "I'm marrying James and Isabelle, Mom. He tried to break that. He sent that disgusting letter to James' company."

Mom sat beside me so that I was now between her and Cara. "The whole thing makes me sad."

"You'll be at the wedding, right?" I asked.

She reeled back like I had slapped her. "Of course. I told you that I would."

I collapsed into her, burying my face against her chest. I was surprised by how quickly I started to cry. It seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Don't cry, sweetie" my mother whispered. "It's okay."

I kept crying. Cara rubbed my back and Mom held me until the tears stopped.

"I thought maybe you were going to tell me you couldn't come without him," I said.

"He made his bed. He can sleep in it. I'm not going to miss my daughter's wedding for him."

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry," Mom said. "I needed to make an effort at fixing this. It was stupid and clumsy. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I think it's amazing that you're doing this," Cara said. "I think you're brave."

"Thanks, Cara," I said.

"Come with me," Mom said. "Your face is a mess."

She led me to the bathroom, where she gently wiped my face with a warm washcloth until all my ruined makeup was washed away. Cara watched from the doorway as Mom dipped into her own makeup bag and started to redo my face, starting with my eyes. I watched her work in the mirror and smiled. It reminded me of being in middle school and Mom showing me how to apply makeup.

"You like my work?" she asked.

"I like the green eye shadow. Isabelle wears a similar color sometimes."

"I love Izzy's style," Cara said. "She's so pretty."

My mom smirked. "You really love her, don't you."

"So much," I whispered.

"And you are happy with this relationship? Sharing James with her."

"We all share each other, Mom."

"Tell us more about them. Tell me about what you love about Isabelle," Mom said.

I told them first about James, some of which they knew. I described our friendship and how much I had always loved him. He was my rock, the one person who understood me better than anyone. I told them about us drifting apart and reconnecting. I told them about visiting him and Isabelle one weekend. I didn't go into the sexy details, but I talked about the romance that blossomed between us that weekend, and how it continued. I told them about Isabelle. She was the adventurer, the person who pushed me to be something more than I already was. I told them about how sweet she is, and how funny she can be. I told them that I couldn't really distinguish my love for James from my love for Isabelle. The three of us were tangled up in this thing, and I reveled in it.

They listened to it all.

"Eliza, I can hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes," Mom said. "You're happy. That's what matters to me."

The three of us hugged, and I tried very hard not to cry again.

There was a knock on the door. We left the bathroom and Mom hurried over to open it. Isabelle and her mother were waiting outside. Before I realized what I was doing, I had my arms around Isabelle. She giggled as I kissed her. "Did you miss me?"

"I really did," I said.

"I called Jimmy," Isabelle said. "He's on his way for dinner."

"Is it time for dinner already?" I asked. I looked at my phone. My mother, sister, and I had been talking for two hours.

As we took the elevator down to the lobby, Isabelle squeezed my hand gently, a little rhythm of three pulses repeated again and again. I glanced at her as we exited the elevator. She mouthed three silent words in sync with her pulsing squeezes. "I. Love. You."

I smiled and squeezed her hand back with the same rhythm as the five of us walked into the lobby.

"How did it go with your Mom?" she whispered.

"It was okay," I whispered. "Not easy. But I think she finally understands my feelings."

"Good," she said.

"How was it with your mom?" I asked.

"She likes the legal solution we've created. She still thinks I'm a little crazy, but she's being supportive."

"Good."

We soon spotted James across the lobby, and I found myself running to him. Isabelle kept pace with me. We both crashed into him and threw our arms around him.

"Hey," James said. "Is everything okay?"

I breathed him in. Lately I had been so needy for him. "Yes," I said. "I'm just glad to see you." I kissed him gently and backed away.

Isabelle gave him a quick kiss, too.

"My mom knows I'm pregnant," Isabelle said.

"So does mine," I said.

Isabelle shot me a look of surprise. I shrugged. "She's happy for us. For me."

James smiled, but he also blushed. Our mothers each hugged him. Cara gave him a kiss on the cheek and hooked her arm in his and led him toward the hotel restaurant.

"I'm pretty excited to have a brother-in-law and sister-in-law," she said.

"Oh really?" James said.

Isabelle fell in beside me as we walked.

"Poor Jimmy," Isabelle said quietly. "He's completely outnumbered by women five-to-one. He doesn't stand a chance."

I laughed. "He's used to it."

"Speaking of which." She leaned and whispered. "Are you still good with our plan for his birthday finale?"

My body tingled and I knew my face was flushing. It was a mix of excitement and nerves. We were planning something a little wild. "Let's... um... not discuss it with our mothers present."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay. Just remember, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, just tell me. We can end it. I remember your reaction after our time with Charlotte and Evan. You were a bit emotional after."

"I was okay. I simply needed to reconnect with both of you."

Isabelle kissed my cheek. "Me, too. But seriously, he's your man. You're in charge. Remember that."

I probably wouldn't know exactly how I would feel about the surprise we had planned until we actually went through with it. But this plan was about more than James. It was about Isabelle, too. She enjoyed bringing adventure and excitement into James' life, and she enjoyed pushing all our boundaries. I would go along with things, and I would speak up if I needed to. Right now, I was excited to give him his final gift. It was going to blow his mind.

"I'm okay, Isabelle. But we really don't need to talk about this right now."

"Fine," she said. She squeezed my hand again.

"But I can't wait to see the look on his face," I added.

Isabelle grinned. "Me, too."

Cara broke away from James, and Isabelle scooted ahead to take his arm. Cara pulled me away from everyone else.

"Elle, I've never seen you so smitten," Cara said.

"Oh shush."

"You ran right up to him and had to give him a hug and a kiss after being separated for what... a few hours?"

"I've been feeling needy lately."

"You must be having so much amazing sex." She giggled.

"Hey," I said. "Keep it down. Mom is right over there."

"Relationship goals," Cara sighed. "I think I'll try to find my own throuple situation."

"Wonderful. Dad will blame me for setting a bad example."

"He'll get over it eventually," Cara said.

"I didn't know you were into women."

Cara frowned. "Oh, I'm not into women at all. I plan to find two men who are willing to share me."

"Good luck with that!" I laughed.

Dinner went well. Our mothers grilled James about the legal framework of our marriage, the house we had bought, and how prepared he was for fatherhood.

"Oh, we adopted a dog, too," Isabelle said. "You should ask him if he's prepared to care for a dog."

James rolled his eyes. We all finished dinner long before he did, because he spent more time answering questions than eating. Fortunately, he held is own. I knew my mother well. I could see it on her face. She was impressed by him.

We left our visitors at the hotel, and James drove us home. Isabelle and I sat in back. I fell asleep. When we got home, Isabelle woke me. The two of them led me to our apartment. I was exhausted from the long day. We lounged on the couch for a while reviewing the day. We watched a couple shows before bed.

When we climbed into bed, I felt sleep coming on fast. The day had been more emotionally tense than I expected. They could sense my exhaustion. Isabelle turned out the light. James lay between us in the dark. I rested my hand on his chest and felt his heart beat against my fingertips.

"Are both of you okay with how things went tonight?" James asked.

Isabelle yawned. "My mom behaved herself. And she is very happy that we're giving her a grandchild already."

"How about you, Elle?" James asked.

"My mom is happy for me," I said. "I didn't think she would be."

"I guess she only needed some time to get used to the idea," Isabelle said.

"I think it was the legal fix that James put together with Jalen," I said. "When I described that to her, she stopped worrying about me. She also understood how serious we are."

"We've always been serious about this," James said. "But I understand what you're saying."

"When I told her what we were planning to name Isabelle's baby, that broke her down."

Isabelle laughed. "She likes the name Sophia?"

"You brat," I said. "You know what I mean."

"Sophia Eliza Ryan rolls right off the tongue," Isabelle said. "I couldn't resist."

She was downplaying the gesture, but I knew that decision to name Sophia after me was a declaration of love. I would never forget it. And I would show my appreciation in every way possible.

#

James

"Come on, Byron," I said. "Let's go for a walk."

Our new dog hopped off the couch and ran to the door. I fastened the leash to his collar and led him out of the apartment.

It was the morning of my actual birthday. The birthday week had been a blast. It had started with the edging contest, the amazing massage, and adopting this dog.

Beyond that, Sunday night the girls came home from a successful day of wedding dress shopping and celebrated me again my taking me to a basketball game.

On Monday, they gave me some presents, including a few books I really wanted to read, a new leather jacket, and a smartwatch that I had been planning to buy for myself.

Tuesday started with a birthday breakfast in bed, something we hadn't done since our first visit to Eliza in D. C., which felt like a hundred years ago. Wednesday (last night), we went to a bar for drinks and I was surprised to find nearly thirty of my friends waiting for me. It was a great surprise party, and I got very drunk. Fortunately, I woke up this morning without a hangover.

After a quick breakfast with my girls this morning, Izzy had instructed me to take Byron for a walk. "After he's done his business, we can celebrate your actual birthday," she said.

I had no idea what they had in store for me, but the energy coming off Izzy and Eliza was intense. They both seemed nervous and excited. I was already certain this had been the best birthday of my life, but whatever they had planned for today would probably take things to another level.

Before I left, I called out to Izzy. She was in the bedroom with Eliza. "Coming," she said. She joined me by the front door. "What's up?"

"You know the code to Elle's phone, right?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Yes?"

"Could you get her dad's email address for me?" I asked.

"Why?"

"Let's just say, I want to extend an olive branch."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm thinking it can't hurt."

She sighed. "Okay."

I gave her a peck on the lips and hurried out the door with Byron.

Our dog took his time on that walk. He sniffed light poles, fire hydrants, trees, and other dogs. We walked seven blocks before he finally took care of business. It seemed like the girls had told him to keep me out of the apartment for as long as possible.

On the way back, two little kids intercepted us and showered Byron with affection. He soaked it up with a wagging tail. The kids' mother, a pretty blonde in her late thirties, apologized for waylaying us.

"It's okay," I said. "We just adopted him two days ago. I forgot how fun it can be to take a dog for a walk."

She smiled and knelt down to pet Byron herself before shooing her kids along. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as she led them away. She caught me checking out her ass and raised an eyebrow. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

I shook my head. How could I have a wandering eye when Eliza and Izzy were waiting for me at home? I laughed at myself as I led Byron back to our building. When we entered the apartment, Eliza was standing in the living room in her robe.

"Hey, birthday boy," she said.

"Hi, Elle." I detached Byron's leash and hung it on a coat hook by the door. "Am I late for something?" I kicked off my shoes and hung my jacket next to the leash.

"No, you're right on time." She pointed at the couch. "Have a seat."

I strolled into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. Eliza studied me for a few moments while chewing her lip.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

She nodded and pulled something out of her pocket. Her blue night mask. "Put this on."

"Blindfold?"

"Uh huh." She smiled warmly.

I took the mask and slid it over my head.

"Can you see anything?" she asked.

"No," I answered honestly.

"Okay, stay here. Don't move."

"I won't."

"Let's go, Byron," she said.

Byron's claws clicked against the floor as he trotted after Eliza, leaving me alone with my thoughts. What were they about to do? My pulse quickened. My heart was thumping in my chest. I was a little nervous, which was silly. I had nothing to be nervous about.

The shuffling of feet put me on high alert. "Hello?"

Someone sat on the couch beside me and draped an arm around my neck. She kissed my cheek and then moved to my throat, trailing little pecks up and down before returning to my cheek.

Another set of hands grasped my thighs and I startled.

"Someone's jumpy," said the person who was kissing my face and neck. It was Izzy.

"I guess blindfolds make me nervous," I said.

The hands on my legs trailed up my thighs to my groin, where they rubbed my cock through my jeans. This could be only Eliza since Izzy was rubbing the back of my neck as she kissed me. Eliza unbuckled my belt, popped the button on my jeans, and pulled the zipper down.

"Lift your hips, baby," Izzy said.

I complied, and Eliza silently pulled my jeans off. She worked them down my legs and over my feet.

Izzy sighed into my ear as she licked it. "Now the boxers," she said.

Eliza removed them. I was rock hard now, and I felt Eliza's hand grip the shaft.

"Go slow," Izzy said. "Take your time with him."

A tongue touched the head of my dick. I gasped at the sudden warmth and wetness. She kissed the head and opened her lips, taking me inside and sliding her tongue around.

"Oh god. Eliza that's so good." I reached for her. I wanted to hold her hair as she sucked me.

"Bad boy," Izzy said. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her own breast. My fingers traced the silky material of her bra.

Eliza opened wider and worked more of me inside. Her mouth was wonderfully warm, and the suction was amazing. Her tongue danced around the head.

"Show us what you can do with him," Izzy said.

Eliza gripped the base of my cock and plunged down until her nose hit my groin.

"Fuck!" I thrust upward without meaning to. Eliza gagged and backed off.

"Sorry," I said. I wanted to stroke her face and reassure her that I hadn't meant to choke her like that. But Izzy wanted me to keep my hands to myself.

The blowjob resumed and Eliza worshiped my cock, licking and sucking noisily while one hand wandered to my balls and squeezed gently. She hummed quietly, and the vibrations made me shiver.

Someone sat down on my other side and kissed my cheek.

Wait. A third person?

This third person flicked her tongue into my mouth and sighed into our kiss. I knew this kiss too well. It was my other fiancé.

"Eliza?"

She stroked my cheek. "Yes, sweetie?"

"If you're on the couch with me and Izzy, then who is..."

Izzy leaned against my other side and licked my ear. "Are you enjoying that mouth on your dick, baby?"

As Eliza kissed me again, my mind raced. I had no idea who had been sucking me, but she was very good and she was not stopping. Whatever was happening, Eliza and Izzy were on board with it. Was I?

"Yes," I said.

"She can't hear you," Eliza said.

"Yes, I'm enjoying her mouth very much."

"Good," Eliza said. She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like a woman on a mission. Her tongue was everywhere, licking my lips and pushing hard against my tongue.

"Eliza loves you very much," Izzy whispered in my ear. "She wants you to enjoy your present, but she doesn't want you to forget that you belong to her. And to me."

I cupped the back of Eliza's head and took control of our kiss. She whimpered as I pushed my tongue past her lips and explored her. I moved my other hand down to her breast and discovered that she was completely topless. I pinched her fat nipple between my thumb and finger.

"Mmph!" Eliza grunted.

I backed off our kiss and tried to catch my breath. "I'm crazy about both of you," I said. "I don't need anyone else."

Meanwhile, the mystery woman started fucking her face up and down my cock. She was talented and eager, and I really wanted to know who she was. This had to be Izzy's idea.

"Oh fuck!" I said. I pressed my forehead against Eliza's.

"She's pretty good, isn't she," Izzy said.

Eliza went in for another kiss. She bit my lip and I gasped.

"I love you," I said. "Both of you. This is wonderful, but so unnecessary. I only want the two of you."

"Easy for you to say," Izzy said. "You've basically signed up for a lifetime of threesomes. Of course you have everything you need."

The woman on my dick laughed.

"I know you don't need this gift," Eliza said. "But we're going to make sure you enjoy her anyway."

Eliza lifted the blindfold off my head, and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light.

The woman kneeling between my legs with my dick stuffed into her mouth was a lithe blonde with big blue eyes that were currently locked on me. Her hair was in a high ponytail that flopped around as she plunged her mouth up and down my cock. She wore a purple lace bra and matching panties. There was a purple choker around her neck with a pink bow on it, the type of bow you'd tape onto a wrapped present. She was young, with modest breasts and a slim body.

"You remember Crystal," Izzy said.

"The waitress who gave us her number," I said. Weeks ago, Izzy and I had gotten a little too amorous while having dinner at a restaurant. Crystal had caught me with a finger inside her and Izzy's hand on my cock. Izzy had flirted with her shamelessly, and Crystal wrote her number on our receipt.

Crystal lifted her head and let my cock drop out of her mouth. She wiped some spit off her lips with the back of her hand, "Hi, James," she said. "I'm your birthday present."

"Hi, Crystal. Uh, it's nice to meet you."

Crystal smiled and ran her tongue down my shaft.

I looked back and forth between my two fiancés. "You called her?"

Eliza nodded. She looked very serious. "Two weeks ago. We invited her out for drinks."

Crystal continued to stare up at me as she bobbed up and down. I clenched most of the muscles below my waist in a vain effort not to come.

"I assumed any woman who hands out her phone number to a handsy couple is going to be down for some fun," Izzy said.

"We asked her to help celebrate your birthday. Thirty is a milestone after all," Eliza said.

Crystal released me from her mouth and smiled at me. "Happy thirtieth, old man."

"Old man?" I said. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one." She licked her upper lip and smiled at me. My stomach flipped. She slid a finger under her choker and pulled the pink bow away from her neck. "Care to unwrap me?"

I laughed as I reached down and pulled the bow off the choker. It came away easily, with just a bit of adhesive affixing it to the purple material.

Izzy took the bow and placed it on the side table.

Eliza grabbed my cock and stroked it gently. "Crystal, tell James your ground rules."

"I'll fuck you, but only with a condom," Crystal said. She licked the head of my dick. "But you can come in my mouth as much as you want. My last rule is that I have to come. A lot."

"She's kind of a brat," Izzy said. She smirked. "Isn't she great?"

Crystal swallowed my dick again and this time she went all out. My head fell back as my orgasm started to rise.

"This can't be real," I gasped.

Eliza nuzzled against my cheek. "Come down her throat, sweetie."

Crystal intensified her suction and started bobbing on my cock at a ridiculously rapid pace. "Oh god! Holy shit!" I bellowed. That's right. It was a bellow. The situation called for it. This blonde was trying to suck the life out of me. As she plunged her mouth down my shaft over and over, I thrust to meet her.

"Mm!" Crystal hummed as my cock twitched. "Mm-hm."

"Fill her mouth," Izzy said. "I want to taste you when I kiss her."

I grabbed Crystal's ponytail just to hold onto something as I came. Jet after jet of my come splashed into her mouth.

"Fuuuuck." I melted into the couch.

Crystal straightened and chuckled with a mouthful. Izzy dropped to the floor and gave her a sloppy kiss. Crystal cradled Izzy's face in her hands and moaned as they swirled y come back and forth in their mouths.

When they finally separated, Crystal and Izzy grinned at me. Crystal stuck out her tongue to show me that she had swallowed.

"Look at him," Izzy said. "He is wrecked. Will he ever recover?"

"Just give me a couple minutes," I said.

Izzy stroked my dick, but it was softening.

"I think I broke him," Crystal said.

"Don't get too full of yourself," Eliza said. "He'll bounce back. We can usually get three or four rounds out of him."

"There was that one night when we made him come five times," Izzy said.

Eliza's nails dug into my back. "That was a good night," she said with a happy sigh.

"Just give me a minute," I said.

"We have all day, baby," Izzy said.

"Is it really okay for him to fuck me?" Crystal asked. She was looking at Eliza as she asked the question.

"We discussed this. Yes, if you think you can handle him," Eliza said. "Can you handle being fucked by a grown man?"

Izzy's eyes widened. She glanced at me and pursed her lips.

Crystal nodded slowly at Eliza. "The real question is whether he can handle me."

"She's insatiable," Izzy said. "She reminds me of a younger me."

Izzy patted Crystal's back. I felt like I was watching a mentor show a protégé how things are done, even as the protégé insisted that she didn't need any guidance.

"She's a little full of herself," Eliza whispered in my ear. "But I think she's mostly just really horny. And I think she's sweet."

Crystal and Izzy kissed again. They went slowly and gently, like they were getting to know each other. Crystal traced her fingers down Izzy's shoulder to her breast and stroked it over her black bra. She snaked her fingers into the cup to feel the bare flesh of her breast.

"Wow, your tits are amazing," Crystal said.

"Hey, babe?" Eliza said. "Look at me for a sec."

I looked to my left to find her smiling at me. She moved closer and kissed me, a kiss that was almost hot enough to make forget about the two women making out on my floor.

"Fuck, I love kissing you, Elle."

I grabbed handfuls of her hair and kissed her harder. Her fingers traced a path down my stomach until they flittered over my flaccid penis.

Eliza backed away and looked down at my lap. "Still recovering?"

"Not for long. Kissing you stirred revved me up."

Eliza glanced at the others. They were still kissing. Izzy was squeezing Crystal's ass, and Crystal had pulled both of Izzy's breasts out of her bra to play with her nipples.

"Is that little show helping you along?" Eliza asked.

My cock twitched at her words. "Yes."

"I think I know a way to speed things along," she said. Eliza sank to the floor to join the others. She reached behind Crystal's back and unsnapped her bra.

"Oh," Crystal's eyes widened as the purple garment dropped to reveal her beautiful little breasts. They were smaller than Izzy's but larger than Eliza's, and they sat high on her chest. Her nipples reminded me of thimbles. Everything about her was youthful. Her perky breasts, her soft skin, and her tight little ass. As my eyes drank her in, I was very aware that she was nearly a decade younger than me.

Eliza lowered her face to Crystal's left breast and took a pink nipple in her mouth. Izzy followed, sucking on the other nipple.

Crystal gasped and put a hand on each of their heads as she reveled in the sensory overload. She looked up at me and smiled as my girls worked together to make her feel good. Her lips formed a little O of delight when Izzy pushed a hand inside her purple panties.

"Oh fuck!" She fell onto her back and opened her thighs. Izzy and Eliza followed, continuing to suck her tits.

"You are so wet," Izzy said as she started pumping her hand inside Crystal's underwear.

Eliza tugged those purple panties off and tossed them into my lap. I picked them and ran a thumb over a wet spot.

Crystal arched her back as Izzy finger-fucked her faster. Her hips began to move up and down.

Eliza glanced over her shoulder at me and gave one of her cute little pouts. Then she dipped her fingers into her own panties. She brought them out shiny and slick from her pussy and pressed them against Crystal's clit.

"Oh my god. This is so fucking hot." Crystal grimaced as she rotated her hips.

I took hold of my dick and found it completely erect. I sighed. What a great day this was going to be.

"Don't stop," Crystal said.

"Are you close?" Izzy asked.

"Yes!"

"What do you need to get there?" Izzy asked.

"Just kiss me!" Crystal grabbed a handful of Izzy's hair and pulled her close. Izzy groaned. She liked being handled. They shared a passionate kiss as Crystal writhed under both my girls.

Eliza kept sucking a nipple and rubbing the waitress' clit. Izzy fucked her fingers into her faster and faster. Crystal's hips rotated in little circles as they worked her over. Then Eliza moved up and pushed Izzy aside to kiss Crystal.

"Oh, you're a good kisser!" Crystal said. She grabbed the back of Eliza's head to keep her close.

"Hey, so am I," Izzy said.

"Oh fuck! Yes, I'm coming!" Crystal bounced on Izzy's fingers a few times before falling still.

Izzy pulled away from the waitress and reached for a paper bag. She turned it over and at least a dozen individual packets of condoms spilled out. Izzy crawled to me and gave my dick a quick suck before tearing open a packet and putting a condom on me. "Your birthday present needs a good fucking, baby."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Izzy nodded and gave me a couple quick strokes. "You have nothing to worry about."

I studied her for any sign of hesitation. This would be the third woman Izzy had encouraged me to have sex with during the span of our relationship. Christina had been a two-day fling, but the second woman had been Eliza. After that, I thought we would be done with this wildness.

Izzy's eyes were fiery and determined. I turned to the Eliza.

"What's wrong?" Eliza asked.

"Who are Charlotte and Evan?"Crystal asked.

Eliza and Izzy exchanged a glance.

"I love sharing you," Izzy said. "And it's not like I don't get to enjoy this hottie, too."

Crystal sat up and looked at Izzy will a lustful gaze. She was definitely horny for all of us.

"What about you, Elle?" I asked.

"If I feel jealous at some point, I'll let you know. Isabelle and I decided together to give you this. She didn't talk me into it. I'm okay. I promise."

"These girls both have rings on their fingers," Crystal said. "If either of them tells me to back off, I'll back off. No hard feelings. I respect what you have."

"Okay," I said. "Speak up if you need to."

Izzy stroked my cock gently, keeping it hard in the condom. "We both will."

"I guess I'm wondering what your birthdays will be like," I said.

Eliza's eyes widened. She looked at Izzy, who shrugged.

"We'll talk about that later," Izzy said.

Eliza took Crystal by the hand and helped her stand.

"How do you want her? Izzy asked.

This was really happening. My fiancés were going to let me fuck this girl. I motioned for her to get on my lap.

Crystal straddled me. Izzy sat beside us while Eliza held my dick steady. Crystal stroked my cheek as she stared into my eyes. She was so gorgeous, I tried to resist an instinct to look away. I didn't want Izzy and Eliza to see me staring into those blue eyes. I didn't want them to feel jealous. When I did turn away from that gaze, Crystal grabbed my chin and brought me back.

"Can I kiss him?" Crystal asked.

"As much as you want," Eliza said.

Crystal pressed her mouth to mine and parted my lips with her tongue. Her hot little mouth made my cock surge. Eliza was still gripping me, and she gasped when she felt it.

Izzy grabbed Crystal's hips and pulled her down onto my dick. She sank down until I was entirely inside of her. She felt amazing.

"Oh," she whimpered. "This is amazing. I mean, your cock feels great in me. But the fact that we're doing this while they're watching... Fuck. You are a lucky man, Jimmy."

"You are so tight," I said. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up.

Her kisses grew more intense, and she dug her fingers into my back. She lifted herself up slowly and then sank down hard.

"Damn, that's a good dick," she said.

I glanced at Izzy who was covering her mouth. She was trying not to laugh.

Crystal moved up and down at a slow but steady pace. Her pussy rippled against my dick. She knew how to fuck.

"Wow," I said. I watched her hips rise and fall.

She took my face in her hands. "Look at me."

I did. I looked into her eyes. She bit her lip and looked at Eliza.

"I'm going to kiss him again, but it might be intense," Crystal said. "Is that okay?"

"Do it," Eliza said.

Her kiss was gentle this time. The tender heat that made my heart flutter. The kiss was gentle, but it made my head spin.

As we kissed, she bounced faster on my cock. She was fantastic in every way. Her lips were so soft, and her tight, wet pussy was powerful. I started lifting my pelvis to meet her on each downward stroke. She was fighting to go faster, but I wanted to savor her, so I held her hips to control her pace. I didn't know how much more I would have in me today, and there were two other women on this couch that I wanted to please.

"How does she feel, Jimmy?" Izzy said.

"Incredibly tight," I said.

"How do you feel, Crystal?" Izzy asked.

Crystal's eyes never left mine. "Amazing. I really like fucking him."

"Don't get too attached," Izzy said.

That sounded worrisome, but when I looked at Izzy she was smiling. I looked the other way at Eliza. She saw my concerned expression and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Fuck the shit out of her."

With those words, I decide to explore Crystal for the first time. I hadn't really touched her at all, despite being inside her in that moment. I got my hands on those perky boobs and caressed them as she bounced in my lap.

"Oh, yes," she said. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back.

I squeezed her left nipple.

"Fuck!" she moaned. She started to bounce faster in my lap, grinding her hips back and forth. I let her pick up the pace this time because I was about to change things up.

She lifted her head and looked at the ceiling. "Oooooh. Oh yeah. I think I'm close."

I was feeling quite close, too. But I still had some time. "Get up," I said.

Crystal's gaze dropped from the ceiling back to me. "What?'

"Stand up."

She lifted herself carefully off my dick and hopped to her feet. I stood, took her hand, and led her to the side of the couch, where I bent her over the armrest so that her face was hovering in front of Izzy's.

Crystal turned her head to look at Izzy. "Hi, sexy"

Izzy smiled and kissed her. Their kiss got hotter and hotter as I pushed my cock into Crystal and set about fucking her hard. My hips slapped loudly against her ass.

"Oh my god yes!" Crystal said. "Shit. That's good!"

Izzy reached between Crystal's thighs, and the waitress yelped.

"Uh huh," Crystal held Izzy's arm in place. "Don't stop."

"Are you going to come on my man's cock?" Izzy asked.

Crystal laughed. "I'm going to cream all over it, Mommy."

Izzy eyes bugged out. Clearly she wasn't prepared for the mommy talk.

Can she tell Izzy is pregnant?

I looked at Izzy's belly. If you didn't know to look, you couldn't tell.

Eliza had ditched her panties and was fingering herself. Izzy noticed and held out her free hand. "Come here, baby."

Eliza crawled across the couch to her."I love you," she said. She kissed Izzy's cheek.

"I love you forever," Izzy said.

They got lost in each other while I continued to pound Crystal. Soon Izzy and Eliza lay down side by side and writhed under each other's touch.

"We're giving him the best birthday," Izzy said.

"Uh huh," Eliza said.

"They're so fucking sweet," Crystal said. She sounded out of breath.

Her tight pussy got even tighter and that sent me over the edge.

"Oh god. You are fucking tight. I'm coming!"

I filled the condom, but I kept fucking her for a while. I wasn't softening as quickly as I usually did, maybe because she was so tight that she had trapped all my blood in my dick.

But biology eventually asserted itself, and my cock lost its erection. I gripped the edge of the condom to keep it in place as I pulled out. I removed it, tied it off and dropped it on the floor.

"That was amazing sex." Crystal said. She was still bent over the arm of the couch. Her swollen pussy looked so inviting. Finally, she struggled to her feet and spun around to hug me. "How was that for you?" she asked.

"It was amazing."

Eliza and Izzy looked at each other. Something passed silently between them. Izzy nodded, and they both stood up. "We're going to make lunch. You two relax.," Izzy said. She gave me a peck on the lips and headed for the kitchen.

Eliza kissed me, too, but her kiss lingered with a bit of heat. Then she was gone.

I dropped onto the couch. Crystal joined me, sitting across my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Do you think they'll let me join this party on a regular basis?" she asked.

"This might be a one-time thing," I said.

She pursed her lips as she stared into my eyes. She had a habit of holding my gaze. "You are totally in love with both of them, aren't you?"

"Well, we are getting married."

"I know. It's just... I'm picking up on some really intense energy between the three of you. I like being around it."

We kissed, and it got hot pretty quickly. She was young and inexperienced in some ways, and I think she covered it up with aggression and bravado. She was also very sweet.

"Water?" Izzy asked.

I looked up to find her standing beside the couch with two glasses. She was naked. When she had left the room, she was wearing a bra and panties. Her pussy was swollen and flushed. She caught me looking and smiled. "Yes, you can fuck me soon. If you have anything left."

"For you? Always."

She rolled her eyes as Crystal and I each took a glass of water from her. As she sashayed away, she gave her ass an extra wiggle.

Crystal watched her go. "She is so fucking sexy. And hilarious."

"Asking her out was one of the best decisions of my life."

Crystal climbed out of my lap and sat beside me. We sipped our water in silence.

I heard some scratching at a door.

Crystal saw me looking toward the hallway. "They put your dog in the guest room."

"Poor Byron. All this noise must have him worried."

Eliza walked into the living room with Byron's bowl. "Lunch time for the puppy." She winked and headed down the hall.

"Does he have water in there?" I called.

"Of course," Eliza said.

Eliza greeted Byron with some cutesy talk before giving him his lunch.

"Lunch is ready," Izzy said. "We made sandwiches."

"Oh, I'm starving," Crystal said. She launched herself from the couch and bounded into the kitchen. Her amazing ass transfixed me. I couldn't look away from it until she was gone.

Then Eliza lowered herself into my lap and straddled me. I couldn't read her at all. She just stared at me.

Slowly a smile crept across her face. "I think you like your present," she said.

"Of course I do."

She took my hand and pushed it down between her legs. She was absolutely soaked.

"Please," she said.

I probed her pussy with my finger. She hissed and dropped her forehead onto my shoulder.

"Please," she said again.

I pushed my finger into her channel, where I found her warm, wet, and throbbing. "Look at me," I said.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and gazed into my eyes.

"I can't wait for you to be my wife." I shoved my finger deep inside her.

"Oh god," she moaned.

She held my wrist as fingered her. We kissed gently and lovingly.

"What do you want to do next?" she asked.

"Well, maybe we have time for a quickie before Izzy drags us to lunch."

"No, I mean, what do you want to do next with Crystal."

"Oh, well she's had at least two orgasms. How many have you and Izzy had?"

She shrugged.

"I think she has some work to do," I said.

"She's your present," Eliza said with a smile.

I reached around with my free hand and pressed a finger against her asshole. Eliza's mouth dropped open as I pushed the tip of my pinky into her butt. "Oh, fuck. James!" She screamed. Her pussy clenched my fingers as her body shuddered in my lap.

"Okay, Elle," Izzy called from the kitchen. "Let Jimmy have some lunch."

Eliza giggled in a way that made me feel at ease. I kissed her one more time before I let her stand. She led me to the kitchen by the hand.

"Wash your hands before you eat," Izzy said to me. "I definitely heard ass play out there."

Eliza blushed as she sat at the table. Crystal paused in chomping on a sandwich to gawk at her.

"You like that?" Crystal asked.

Eliza focused on the sandwich in front of her. She nodded.

"You should see her when she gets Jimmy's cock in her ass," Izzy said. "She goes ballistic."

"Isabelle, shush," Eliza said.

"You love it," Izzy said. She smirked at Crystal. "She's his butt slut."

"Izzy, you're embarrassing Eliza," I said.

Eliza patted my shoulder and shrugged. "I'll admit it. I love taking James in any way he wants me. My ass, my pussy, and my mouth are his." She flashed a look of pure heat at me which made my heart stop. She was a little extra hot today, probably because she felt the need to turn things up with a third girl in the house.

Crystal gaped but Izzy looked at Eliza with a look of pure admiration. "Elle, I love when you embrace your inner nympho," Izzy said.

After lunch, we moved to the bedroom.

We all stood naked at the foot of the bed. Izzy had handful of condoms. No one was quite sure how to restart things.

Eliza must have lost patience, because she shoved Crystal, who landed on her back on the bed. "Oof!" She looked back at Eliza with big doe eyes and held out a hand to beckon her.

"James said that it's time for you to earn your keep," Eliza said.

Crystal lifted herself up on her elbows. "How so?"

Eliza raised an eyebrow at Izzy, who nodded. Both my girls climbed on the bed and lay on either side of Crystal. They took turns kissing her while gently exploring her body with their hands.

"Make me come," Eliza whispered.

I leaned against the wall and let the women sort themselves out. I'd been the center of attention for too long.

Crystal turned on her side to face Eliza and eased a hand between Eliza's legs. When her hand made contact, Eliza's hips thrust forward.

Izzy kissed the back of Crystal's neck. "Make my sweet girl feel good," Izzy said.

"Yes," Eliza hissed.

Crystal kissed her before moving lower to latch onto one of Eliza's nipples. Eliza whimpered as Crystal sucked her nipple and fingered her. Izzy stretched over Crystal to kiss Eliza, who gripped the back of Izzy's head.

They persisted like that for a while, Crystal finger-fucking Eliza and ravishing her breasts while Izzy kissed her. Soon, Crystal crawled lower until her face was buried in Eliza's pussy. Eliza whined as the blonde ate her out. She opened her eyes and found he watching her. She blushed and looked away.

Enjoy yourself, Elle, I thought.

"Oh, that's good." Eliza took Crystal's head between her hands and pulled her face against her pussy. She ground herself against the girl's lips and tongue. "Just like that."

Izzy lay beside them and quietly stroked Eliza's hair.

Without realizing it, I had started stroking myself. I dropped my hand to my side. I needed to preserve myself. This day was young.

"Come for me," Crystal said.

Eliza lifted her hips off the mattress. "Yes! Oh, god! Don't stop!" She writhed and squealed as Crystal sucked and licked. Eventually, Eliza stopped moving and fell silent. She dropped her hands from Crystal's head and lay still.

Crystal pushed herself up onto her knees. She glanced over her shoulder at me and winked.

"My turn," Izzy said.

"You three are gong to kill me!" Crystal said.

Despite those words, Crystal scooted to the other side of the bed and Izzy rolled over to face her. Crystal's hands wandered slowly, from Izzy's face down her chest, around her breasts, down her belly, around to her ass, and up her back.

"Oh," Izzy whimpered. "You found most of my spots."

"Lie on your back for me," Crystal said.

Eliza opened her eyes and crooked a finger at me. I climbed onto the bed and she spread her legs. I settled onto her and covered her face with kisses

Izzy yelped. I looked to my right. Crystal was between Izzy's thighs and feasting on her pussy. She had Izzy spread open with the fingers of both hands while lashing everywhere with her tongue. She covered Izzy's entire pussy with her mouth and sucked.

"Oh god!." Izzy twisted like she needed to get away, but Crystal held her by the hips.

"Be still. I want to eat you up," Crystal said.

Eliza grabbed me by the chin and pulled me into another kiss. Izzy groaned and squealed beside us as Crystal worked her over. I glanced to my right to find them in a sixty-nine with Crystal on top.

Eliza broke our kiss and chuckled. "Sounds like Isabelle likes your gift as much as you do," Eliza said.

"I think you liked her mouth on you, from what I saw," I said.

"She reminds me of Isabelle," Eliza whispered. "Insatiable and sexy."

"Oh my god, girl. Where did you learn that?" Izzy yelped. I didn't bother to check on them. My focus was on Eliza.

"I need you inside me now," my girl told me.

"In a minute," I said.

We kissed for a while. Then I probed at Eliza's pussy with the fingers of my right hand. Her juices flowed over them as I gently kissed her.

"James. Please. I want you cock."

"Not yet."

"Please."

I pushed two fingers deep and her pussy tightened around them.

"Please fuck me."

I straightened my thumb so that it pressed against her clit.

Her hands landed on my ass and her nails dug into me.

"Please," she said. "Don't make me come like this. I want to come on your dick."

"Oh fuck," Izzy whimpered. "Do me. Make me come." I had completely lost track of her and Crystal.

"Tell me what you need," Crystal said. "Say it."

"All your fingers in my cunt. Please!"

"Get inside me right fucking now," Eliza said.

She grabbed my dick and pointed me at her cunt. I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted her legs until her ankles were touching the sides of her head. She sneered at me as I tested the flexibility of her body.

"Fuck me, James."

I pushed into her. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Oh fuck! Oh god!" Izzy sounded ecstatic.

"Sounds like Crystal is Izzy's new favorite toy," I said.

"Once you put your cock in her again, she'll forget all about her," she whispered into my ear. "You'r beautiful, perfect cock." She hissed as I pushed myself deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, Crystal. You are so fucking good with your mouth. Oh my fucking god!"

"Stop talking and suck my clit," Crystal growled.

The room was filled with the sound of licking, fingering, and fucking. Happy birthday to me.

Eliza pushed me off of her and I rolled onto my back. She climbed on top. Without a word, she sat on my dick and rode me hard, her hips flying back and forth. I admired her look of determination as she rested her hands on my chest.

When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I shuddered. That look in her face absolutely melted me. She smiled, no doubt feeling my cock twitching inside her. She knew I was about to lose it.

"Oh god! You're really going for it," Izzy gasped. "I'm gong to come all over your filthy tongue."

Eliza rolled her eyes. "Oh James, your big fucking cock is driving so crazy. I want all your fucking come in my slutty little pussy."

"Elle, stop!" Izzy said.

"Oh James, you've ruined me for all other dicks. I need your dick all the time." She started laughing.

I didn't want her joking around. I wanted to rock her world. I rolled her off me and got onto my knees. I grabbed her hips and moved her onto her hands and knees. I pinned arms near the top of her head with one hand and slammed my cock into her.

"Oh god!" Eliza screamed.

"Don't tease poor Izzy," I said. "She's just having fun."

I pounded her at a furious pace.

"James!" she shrieked. "Take me! Fuck!"

Her pussy felt tighter than ever. She was squeezing the life out of me as much as she could, trying to put me over the edge.

"You're mine," I said.

"Yes," she gasped. "My pussy is yours. Fucking take it."

"Whose pussy is this?" I asked.

"Yours," Eliza said. "It's always been yours. God, your cock is amazing."

I must have missed the sound of Izzy coming because, because I suddenly felt her hand on my lower back. Without letting up on Eliza, I looked to my right. Izzy was kneeling beside me with a big smile on her face.

"Give it to her, baby. She loves when you fuck her like that."

I smiled and turned back to my task. Eliza lifted her head off the bed and let out a long, endless howl of ecstasy. Crystal moved over and stroked her hair as Eliza kept screaming.

"Come in her," Izzy whispered in my ear.

I let go and was shocked by how much come I blasted into her. I'd lost track of how many orgasms I'd had today. How did I have anything left.

"Oh yes!" Eliza screamed. "Oh, I'm coming all over that fucking cock!"

I thrust into her a few more times before I ran out of gas. I collapsed on top of Eliza and wrapped my arms around her chest. I kissed the nape of her neck.

"Oh sweetie, that was so good," Eliza said. "So good."

"Wow," Crystal said. "I've never seen two people fuck like that."

I eased off Eliza and lay beside her. She turned her back to me and pressed her ass into my softening cock. I wrapped her in my arms and sighed. I could call it a day right now and be content.

Crystal scooted up and sandwiched Eliza between us, showering little kisses all over her face.

"You fucked him like a champ," Crystal said.

"He did all the work," Eliza said. Her voice was shaky.

Crystal smiled and stroked her hair. "No, you brought that out of him. I saw what you did. You know how to rev him up."

Eliza laughed. "Yeah, I do."

"If I wasn't so in love with Elle, I'd be terrified of her," Izzy said. "She's so hungry for Jimmy."

Eliza sighed. "I'm hungry for you, too, Isabelle. Do I need to prove that to you?"

Izzy pulled at my shoulders. I rolled away and Izzy took my place behind Eliza, planting kisses on her shoulder. "I'm just teasing you, baby."

I moved in and spooned Izzy. The four of us lay there for a while, kissing and stroking each other.

"Should we do cake now?" Izzy asked. "I want to sing to Jimmy."

We had birthday cake in the kitchen, all three girls singing to me in the nude. They made me put on a tee-shirt and jeans so that Izzy could take a few photos and a video of me blowing out the candles.

"Make a wish," they said.

I felt like I didn't have anything to wish for. I was pretty happy with things as they were. I wished for Izzy to have a safe pregnancy and blew out the candles.

After we finished our slices of cake at the kitchen table, Izzy straddled my lap and clasped her hands around my neck. "Ladies, I'd like a little alone time with Jimmy," she said.

Eliza leaned in and kissed the top of Izzy's head. "I think I heard Byron scratching at the door. We'll take him for a quick walk."

Eliza and Crystal hurried away to dress. Izzy's lips were immediately on mine.

She reached down between us and held my cock. "My birthday boy," she whispered in my ear. She raised herself up and eased down onto my dick. "Right where you belong."

I heard Byron's anxious prancing as the others led him through the apartment and out the door.

"My beautiful Isabelle," I said.

She smiled and snapped her head to the side, making her red curls whip around. "Time to remind you why you're making me your wife." She bit her lip and went in for another kiss. She started a slow grind. "How's my pussy feel?"

"Perfect," I said.

"So does your cock." Her head dropped back as she bounced on my dick. I bent down to take one of her nipples in my mouth. "That's it, baby. I'm going to milk every drop of come you have left right out of you. We'll see if you have anything left for that slutty little waitress."

"We can send her home right now if you want," I said.

"Oh, no. I want you to fuck her one more time, if you have anything left. Show that girl what my man can do."

I laughed. "All right, babe."

By the time the girls brought our dog home, Izzy and I were lying in bed having a cuddle. I felt spent, and Izzy was blissed out. But the day was still young.

We all lounged in bed for an hour, and we got to know Crystal, who was in her final year of art school. The waitressing was a source of spending money while she was in school. She was a photographer. She wanted to know how we all met, so we gave her a quick overview of our history.

Soon, I got a second turn with Crystal, at Eliza and Izzy's insistence. I didn't have much left in the tank, but they clearly wanted me to enjoy my present one more time. Crystal made me go slow. I fucked her gently in our bed with me on top of her. She smiled and held my face close to hers.

"Take your time," she said. "I'm not in a hurry."

I stroked her face as I kissed her. She was so beautiful, and she could be sweet when she wanted to be. She reminded me of Izzy in a lot of ways.

After all the sex I'd had that day, I wasn't sure if I could come again. Sensing that I was struggling to get there, Crystal pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "I wish you weren't wearing a condom. I'd love to feel you fill me up."

Oh, that was stirring something. I felt it approaching.

"I loved making both your girls come, Jimmy," she said. "But I loved fucking you most of all. Come for me."

"Oh! Oh! Oh god!" I came so hard that my back ached.

She held me close and kissed my cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetie," she whispered.

She crawled out from under me and stood. She raised her arms in a big stretch and arched her back. She was tall and lean, but so strong. The muscles on her arms and back bulged.

She sighed. "I'm a mess. Sweaty, gross, and really sore."

Eliza hopped out of bed. "We all are." She took Crystal's hand and led her toward the bathroom. "Let's take shower. Isabelle, you can shower with James after we're done."

Izzy's eyebrows arched. "Okay, babe."

"Can you get the green bottle of lotion out of my top drawer and bring it to the bathroom when you have a chance?" Eliza asked.

'Sure!" Izzy said. As Eliza and Crystal left, Izzy skipped over to the Eliza's dresser and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a little bottle and showed it to me. "Vulva balm?" She tittered. "Eliza's going to pamper Crystal, all right. I wouldn't be shocked if those two end up making each other come one last time." She skipped out of our room.

I stretched across the bed and grabbed my phone. It was almost five o'clock. Crystal had joined us around ten this morning. My guess is that the four of us had been having sex for four of those seven hours. My back and my hips were sore. My dick felt a little raw from overuse.

"Am I fucked out?" I asked myself.

"What's that baby?" Izzy returned to the bedroom. She was moving slowly and tentatively.

"I said I think I'm down for the night," I said.

"Oh, we finally fucked you into submission?"

She climbed into bed and draped a leg over mine. She had a phone, but it wasn't hers.

"Is that Eliza's?" I asked.

"Uh huh." She tapped the screen a few times. "Get your phone."

"Okay."

Izzy showed me the screen. There was Eliza's father's email address. I entered it into my phone.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Izzy said. We snuggled up, and she gave me a sweet little kiss. "Was this too much?"

"Maybe a little, but you won't hear me complaining."

She stretched her arms above her head. "I don't need anything crazy like this for my birthday. Besides, who wants to have an orgy with a pregnant woman."

I laughed and hugged her tightly. She seemed tense, so I massaged her back with my fingertips. "You're barely showing. Crystal didn't notice."

She rolled her eyes. "She noticed. Trust me. There was a moment when she rested a hand on my belly and gave me a look. It was sweet. I'm glad she still found me attractive after that."

"Why wouldn't she?"

"I'm feeling huge. Unattractive."

"You're definitely not huge," I said.

"I don't know. Aren't women supposed to stay out of sight until we push the baby out? I'm a getting nervous about how big I'll be at the wedding."

"First of all, you were completely sexy today, and Crystal and Eliza would agree. Second, you are going to look beautiful at the wedding. And I think there are porn genres devoted to sex with pregnant women."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe I am turning into a MILF after all. Teenage boys will be lusting at me as I take our baby for walks."

"Let them," I said.

"Oh really? You want strange men drooling over me?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't blame them."

She tussled my hair and lay her head on my chest.

"Crystal reminds me of you in a lot of ways," I said.

She closed her eyes and chuckled. "My little mini-me."

"She's taller than you."

"Oh, you know what I mean. Maybe we could invite her back for my birthday. And if she has a boy she trusts, she can bring him along."

"Okay then."

Eliza and Crystal came into the bedroom ten minutes later looking fresh and relaxed. Izzy and I took our turn in the shower. We washed each other gently. We were both sore. When we stepped out of the tub, I felt refreshed but wiped out.

The four of us ate dinner and then settled in to watch a movie. Crystal fell asleep on the couch with me, her head in my lap. Izzy and Eliza snuggled in our big comfy chair looking sleepy. When the movie ended, I woke up Crystal by stroking her cheek. Eliza and Izzy announced that they would drive her home.

"Why can't I go, too," I asked as they headed out the door.

"If you do, this night will never end," Izzy whispered before kissing my cheek. "She won't get out of the car. Trust me, that girl is getting a little attached."

"Understood."

"Plus, Elle and I need to debrief on the drive back," Izzy said. "I think we're both good, but we need to discuss it."

"Do I need to debrief with you, too?"

"Maybe Elle. Me? Nah."

Eliza laughed and hugged us both. "I'm fine," she said. "I had a great time. Let's get this poor girl home. She's exhausted."

I kissed the three of them goodbye. Crystal had a mischievous look in her eye. Eliza was right. As wrecked we all were, she didn't want to leave.

"Bye, Jimmy. I really enjoyed being your birthday present."

"You were perfect," I said.

Izzy swatted Crystal's ass. She yelped in shock, but she took the hint. "Okay. I'm leaving. Just... Please call me when one of your girls has a birthday, okay?"

Once they were gone, I took Byron for a long walk. When we got back to the house, I was struggling to stay awake. I went to bed and let Byron hop on the mattress with me. As I lay there, I wrote an email to Eliza's father. I attached copies of all the legal documents that would create our marriage. I sent him the listing for the house we were buying. I told him that Izzy and I loved his daughter and we wanted to build a family with her. I told him that I forgave him for the letter. I told him to call his daughter.

I put the phone away and closed my eyes. I was out long before the girls got home, but I dreamed of them. I woke halfway when they crawled into bed on either side of me, but I was out of it. I didn't even open my eyes. One of them kissed my forehead. "Sweet dreams, birthday boy."