A Very Poly Engagement Pt. 08

Izzy

I closed my laptop and let my shoulders slump. I was officially on vacation. It was almost six o'clock on a Thursday evening. On Saturday, I would marry Jimmy and Eliza. Two days later, we would fly to Maui for our honeymoon.

I should have been ecstatic. Instead, I was nervous and worried.

"Izzy, what are you doing here?" My boss Diana rested her elbows on top of one of my cubicle's partitions and looked at my computer like its existence offended her. "It's six o'clock. You're officially on vacation. You should be in wedding mode."

Diana was a good boss and a lovely friend. When my coworker Mark assaulted me at a company event after weeks of harassment, she didn't hesitate. She fired him that night. Later, she said I should have reported the harassment weeks before that night. She wasn't blaming me for my inaction. She was telling me that she would have had my back no matter what. And she was right. I should have told her about Mark long before he put his hands on me, but I had been embarrassed and ashamed for some reason. It also felt like additional work to report that asshole. I was too busy at the time to schedule a meeting with HR.

Despite that terrible experience, the incident had bonded me and Diana. I loved working for her.

"I'm not quite ready to go home," I said. "I need to take care of one last thing."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Is everything okay?"

She could read me too well. "I'm fine. It's just a little personal thing I need to do before I head home."

Diana nodded slowly. "It's probably difficult to find private time at home when you have two fiancés around. I struggle to get a moment to myself with just my husband in the house. I thought being an empty-nester would give me all this freedom, but now he's so needy." She rolled her eyes.

She was right in a way. The thing I needed to do tonight required privacy. I didn't want Jimmy or Eliza to know about it. One of the conference rooms here would be the perfect spot to do it, especially after hours.

"Exactly," I said. "I need to button up one small detail without being interrupted."

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

The caring look she gave me took some of the edge off my anxiety. I did my best to give her a natural smile. "Diana, I'm great. I'm marrying my two favorite people in the world this weekend."

She returned my simile and jutted her chin out at me. "I'm a little envious."

"Oh, don't be. Jesse is a handsome and I know he adores you." It was true. Her husband Jesse was pretty hot for a guy in his early fifties. I liked the way he looked at Diana. It was obvious that he was still infatuated with her after twenty-five years of marriage.

"Yeah, I think I'll keep him around for a while. He's okay." She winked at me. "All right, I'll leave you alone. Don't stay too late."

We said or goodbyes. As she walked away, her last words stuck with me. "I'll keep him around for a while." I had said that exact sentence about Jimmy more than a year ago. We were on vacation in New York City, having dinner with Jimmy's friend Leo and his wife. At one point, Jimmy stopped paying attention the conversation we were all having and started staring at me. I could tell he was having a moment, just looking at me and thinking about how much he loved me. When Leo caught him doing it, he called Jimmy out. "Earth to Jimmy," he had said. "Dude, you are smitten." Jimmy snapped out of it and grinned goofily at us all. At that point, I already knew he loved me, but it felt lovely to have a man gaze at me like that, to lose himself in me."I like him, too," I said to the table. "I think I'll keep him around for a while."

A year later, our wedding was days away, but things had changed. Eliza had joined us, and she made things even better. Sometimes I found myself staring at her and losing track of conversations exactly how Jimmy did that night in New York.

I stowed my laptop in my computer bag and scanned my desk for anything I needed to take home. Finding nothing, I forced myself to my feet with a huff. I was now five months pregnant, and standing up required more effort. My back ached, my feet were swollen, and my belly felt huge.

Am I going to look like a whale in my wedding gown?

I forced that intrusive thought out of my head and marched to the nearest conference room. Closing the door behind me, I turned on the overhead light and settled into the nearest chair.

I kicked off my shoes and rubbed my feet for a minute. Pregnancy was annoying, but it was also mind-blowing. A little girl was growing inside me.

I patted my belly. "I can't wait to meet you. Neither can your father or your other mom."

I pulled my phone out of my purse and put the camera in video selfie mode.

I studied my face on the screen. My makeup was subtle and professional. My red hair was in a tight bun. My black blouse was buttoned up all the way to my neck. I looked conservative, but stylish. The look wasn't me, but it was the look I needed in the moment.

I hit record.

"Hi Mr. Bennington. It's Isabelle. We met only once, but I'm sure you remember me. I am the woman who is marrying your daughter in two days."

I took a long calming breath.

"Jimmy wrote you an email six or seven weeks ago. He sent you the legal framework for our marriage with Eliza. It really is a good solution. The three of us will have financial and legal security as we make this commitment to each other. And we now own a beautiful house together. Jimmy wrote that he forgave you, and he asked you to call Eliza. Jimmy wants you to be in her life, because he loves her and he knows she's hurting right now.

"You never responded to his email. I know you haven't called Eliza. I understand. It's probably hard for you to wrap your mind around what we're doing, but I want you to know a few things.

"First, I love your daughter so much. I love her and Jimmy more than anything in this world. I would do anything for her. I am excited about our future.

"Second, Jimmy and Eliza have been in love since the day they met. They didn't know it or admit it to each other back then, but I know it's true. And it cost them. Their unresolved romantic feelings shattered their friendship, and they walked away from each other broken-hearted."

I paused as I tried to find the best way to say what came next.

"Eliza was very brave when she reconnected with Jimmy. She was trying to repair the friendship when she visited us. And Jimmy was so excited to see her. From the way he spoke about her, I knew she was special. I knew he had missed her terribly.

"When she arrived that weekend, I saw it immediately. They loved each other. Jimmy was my boyfriend, and we were in love. But here was Eliza. Their connection was beautiful and it terrified me.

"At the same time, I found myself drawn to your daughter. She is beautiful, smart, and kind. And she is so gentle. I took a risk. I opened myself to her and I told her that I accepted how she felt about Jimmy. Over time, all three of us fell in love.

"But your daughter is sad, Mr. Bennington, because you won't be at the wedding. Jimmy's father has volunteered to walk her down the aisle. That was kind, but he is not her father. You are. You should be there. She won't admit it, but she needs you there."

I stroked my belly gently and sighed.

"And one last thing. In four months, I will have a baby. Your daughter is going to adopt her. Eliza will be her mother just as much as I am. We are going to be a family. That is exactly what I want, because I feel a powerful compulsion to give Eliza everything I have to offer. My baby's name will be Sofia Eliza Ryan. I'm naming her after your daughter because she is the best woman I have ever known. This weekend we will start our life together. Come to our wedding. Be there for Eliza. I don't want her to be sad on her day. Like Jimmy, I forgive you. You're going to be my father-in-law and the grandfather to my children. Thank you for watching this."

I stopped the recording and dropped my phone on the conference table. The tears finally came. I was surprised that I held them off until now. Pregnancy had made me a cryer. I sniffed and wiped at my eyes with the backs of my hands.

I drafted an email to Eliza's father, attached the video, and hit send. As my phone made the familiar whooshing sound that signaled the email went out, I pushed myself to my feet with a groan and trudged out of the conference room.

Eliza and Jimmy were probably home by now. I texted them that I was on my way and headed for the elevators.

I hope I did the right thing.

#

Jimmy

The alarm woke me and my girls... and our dog, whose annoyed groan turned into a yawn as he rolled over onto my feet.

I sat up and took in my surroundings. Both girls looked up at me silently. Eliza was spooning Izzy with her hand resting on Izzy's belly. Izzy was a little past the five-month mark in her pregnancy, and it showed. She wasn't huge, but the bump wasn't subtle.

When she walked down the aisle today in her wedding dress, more than a few people would be surprised at the state of her. She smiled sleepily. "Wedding day."

"We're doing this?" Eliza asked.

They were both now smiling up at me.

"Absolutely," I said. "Relax for a bit. I'll make breakfast.

Byron followed me downstairs. He loved our new house as much as I did. Now that we lived in Cambridge, we were planning to register as poly domestic partners, even though the contracts and papers we'd signed and filed with Jalen were more ironclad than anything the city could offer us.

There were things about the house I planned to change, but I wasn't in a hurry. It had four bedrooms on the top floor, two full bathrooms, and a huge kitchen. We had already turned the smallest bedroom into a nursery. The dining room was fine, but I wanted to strip the dingy wallpaper. Most of the basement was finished, and we planned to turn it into a family room.

The backyard was a decent size and fenced in. Normally, I would take Byron for a walk, but there was a lot to do today. I felt no shame about letting him out the back door to do his business. I'd clean it up later. I watched him wander to the back fence and sniff the perimeter.

I rinsed some berries and added them to three bowls of yogurt and granola. I sliced some apples, drizzled them with honey, dusted them with cinnamon, and dropped them in the oven. After I brewed some coffee, I called the girls down.

Byron was already asleep by the time they arrived, lying in the middle of the kitchen with a full belly. Izzy bent down to scratch his back, and he slapped his tail on the floor a few times.

"So, it's seven. We need to be at the venue by ten," Eliza said. "How are we all feeling?"

"My back hurts a little," Izzy said.

"Does it really?" I asked.

"It's not too bad." She sipped some orange juice.

The oven timer beeped, and I retrieved the baked apples and placed them on the kitchen table.

Izzy's eyes bugged out. "Oh, those look great."

I scooped some of it onto a plate for her and kissed the top of her head."

"James, you didn't answer my question," Eliza said.

"About?"

"I asked how we're all feeling." She looked at me very intently.

"I'm great. You have to ask? I cannot wait to do this."

She half closed her eyes and sighed. She seemed pleased with my answer.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

Eliza shrugged. "I am very, very happy to marry you both."

She left the rest unspoken. I knew she was wishing her father would be at the wedding to walk her down the aisle. My email from two months ago had gone unanswered. I had hoped it would convince him that Eliza's marriage to me and Izzy was a good thing, but apparently my message failed to break through.

"Are you still okay with my dad walking you down the aisle?" I asked.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "I can't thank him enough."

I laughed. "He hates weddings. I'm shocked that he offered."

"He's sweet," Izzy said.

"Have we heard from our families today?" I asked. "Any more drama we need to deal with?"

"You mean other than my brother missing his flight?" Izzy rolled her eyes.

Eliza put down her fork. "Malcolm got in last night okay?"

Izzy held up her phone. "Yeah, he texted. Such a dumbass."

"At least he's here," Eliza said.

Izzy reached under the table to squeeze Eliza's thigh. "That's true, baby. Everyone else is here. I'm sorry your dad sucks."

"My mom and my sister are here," Eliza said. "My aunt and uncle, too. And my cousins. That will do."

Izzy leaned in and kissed her. They lingered sweetly and touched each other's faces before pulling away. They both looked at me and found me grinning. That sweet little moment between them filled me with so many good feelings.

"What?" Izzy asked.

"Just admiring my girls"

"Aw, stop being so sweet." Izzy pushed herself up from her chair and plopped down into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "James Ryan, I hereby pledge to be your slutty MILF wife for all eternity. Once I've recovered from childbirth, I will make myself available for free use Thursdays."

"Isabelle, shush," Eliza said. "We both know you're free use every day."

Izzy gaped at her before breaking up into laughter. "It's true. Blowjobs and hot fucks whenever you want, baby." She kissed me again, and I gave her ass a gentle slap.

She gave me a look. "Harder."

I spanked her. She hopped out of my lap with a yelp and headed for the stairs. "I'm showering. Eliza, you can have him for a while."

Eliza looked up from the remains of her breakfast and grinned in a way that reminded me of Izzy. She shuffled around in her chair and bent over.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked.

She sat up straight and lifted a hand above the table. She was holding her pajama bottoms. She threw them, and I caught them just before they landed in my yogurt bowl. I ran my fingers over the soft cotton before placing them beside my bowl.

"I have a request," she said. She bit her upper lip shyly, which made me melt a little. I'd say yes to whatever she asked.

"Go ahead," I said.

"I want you to go down on me. Make me come one more time as a single girl." She chuckled at herself.

"That's silly," I said. "With all our paperwork filed, we're basically married already."

"Nope." She shook her head emphatically. "As far as I'm concerned, it isn't real until we exchange our vows in front of friends and family."

"Well, in that case..."

I lowered myself to the floor and crawled under the table. She spread her legs for me. She was nude from the waist down, and as I crawled toward her, she removed her tee-shirt. She opened her legs and spread her freshly shaved pussy open for me with her fingers.

"I'm sorry that I'm so horny all the time," she said.

I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her forward in her chair a little. "That is one thing that I never want you to apologize about. Got it?"

"I've been really needy."

"Elle, you'll never be too horny for my liking." I bent down and kissed her inner thigh. She flinched against my lips. I could smell her arousal. "And never hesitate to ask me to do this for you."

I trailed my tongue up her thigh over her groin to her belly.

"Oh god. James."

"Yes?"

"Tease me. Make me beg for it."

I laughed. "You got it."

I stroked her left thigh as I licked the inside of her right one. She squirmed.

"I'm so glad I came to visit you and Isabelle that one weekend," she said. "I had no idea it would lead to this!"

"Oh?"

"I wanted my friend back," she said. "But I also wanted your dick." She laughed.

"Izzy figured that out," I said. I kissed the top of her slit and darted my tongue out for a quick tease. "And she gave you exactly what you wanted."

"Fuck, James." She hissed. Her hand caressed the back of my head.

I lowered my head slightly and pushed my tongue into her slit. I sighed as her honey coated my tongue.

"Isabelle is so beautiful," she said.

"So are you." I delved deeper, and licked the inner petals of her pussy.

"Shit!" She pressed her hand harder against my head, but I backed away. I kissed the spot where her right thigh met her groin "Please, baby."

"You told me to tease you."

"I know, but... oh."

I trailed my tongue down her inner thigh.

"I'm worried. Mm. Oh god. I'm worried about Isabelle. She doesn't feel pretty right now."

"Really?"

"She's self-conscious about being pregnant. She thinks she is 'huge.'"

Izzy had alluded to this a few times over the last couple months. She first mentioned it on my birthday, toward the end of the foursome we had with Crystal, the girl who had been my 'gift' for the day. "Izzy is gorgeous. I think she looks hotter than ever. Everyone will see that today." I licked my thumb and pressed it against Eliza's clit. Then I pushed my tongue into her pussy.

"Oh, god. Baby." She ass squirmed in the chair."We need to make sure she feels sexy on our honeymoon."

"I'll do everything I can. Believe me." I replaced my tongue with a finger. As I thrust it in and out of her, I licked all around her pussy. I enjoyed her taste as always, but her flavor was stronger today, and it urged me to draw more from her. I spread her open with my fingers and lapped at her.

"James, I'm really close."

I moved my free under her and probed her perineum. When I reached her asshole, I pressed my pinky against it.

"Oh, fuck yes!" She dug her fingers into my head as her pussy convulsed on my fingers. I kept pumping into her as she came.

I crawled out from under the table. Byron still lay on the floor, but he stared me like I was doing something incomprehensible. I almost felt embarrassed.

Eliza stood to meet me with an intense kiss. "I made a mess of your face." She swiped some fingers over my cheek. "I came all over you."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to start every day like this for the rest of my life."

"Well, if you're prepared to make a lifelong commitment like that, I suppose we should get married." She licked my cheek. "I think I'll go upstairs and give Isabelle some of what you just gave me. Would you like to assist?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

#

Eliza

It was my wedding day, and my father wasn't here. Mom was. My sister was. My best friend Amy was. But my stubborn, overbearing father wasn't. There I was, standing in a dressing room in a hotel in Boston, preparing to marry the two people I love more than anything, and Dad wasn't with me.

I sat in the salon chair and gazed at myself in the large mirror. The stylist had just left, and I did look good.

How did she make my lips so plump?

I couldn't let it go. Something was off. It wasn't just that my father wasn't here. I felt a little unmoored.

Behind my reflection, my sister Cara was pouring champagne into four flutes on an elegant table. Mom leaned against the wall, typing on her phone. She looked frustrated.

I swiveled the salon chair and watched her. Was she texting my father? Was he in town? Mom had told me he stayed behind when she and Cara flew up to Boston two days ago.

I loved every person in this room, but it felt slightly empty. It was too quiet. No one was laughing. We are all tense, because we knew my father wasn't here. I was getting married without him, and it hurt.

Amy brought me champagne, and I took a sip.

"Oh, that's really good," I said.

"Only one glass," Amy said. "Trust me. I had three before my ceremony and by the end of the reception I was a sloppy mess."

I smiled. "I remember. I held your hair while you vomited into a toilet."

Amy's poor husband had a lonely wedding night because Amy spent most of it passed out. According to her, she more than made it up to him during the honeymoon. Some of the stories she told me had given me ideas for my honeymoon.

I was feeling timid and subdued, and it wasn't only because Dad wasn't here. I wanted someone to snap me out of it and make me laugh.

Cara appeared at my side. Her flute was already empty. I considered giving her the same warning Amy gave me, but I held my tongue. Lecturing her would make me feel like my father.

"I'm sorry about Dad," she said. She stared into her glass for a moment, which told me she had more to say.

"What is it?" I asked.

She looked up at me and looked away. "When Izzy has her baby, will I be her aunt?"

"Oh, sweetie." I hugged her. "Of course you'll be her aunt."

She shrugged. "I wasn't sure. I don't know how these poly marriages work."

"I'm adopting her. She'll be my daughter legally. So, yes. You're an aunt."

"Fuck yeah." She squeezed my hand.

I took a sip of my champagne and let out a long sigh.

My sister saw something on my face that made her frown. "What's wrong? Is it Dad? It sucks, I know." She squeezed my shoulder.

I looked around the room. My mom had put away her phone and was watching me.

"That's part of it. But there's something else," I said. I frowned at the floor.

Mom hurried over and knelt before me. "You're not having doubts are you?"

"No," I said.

"Good," Mom said. She smirked. "James is going to be a wonderful husband, and Isabelle has really grown on me. She brings something out of you that I haven't seen before."

I cocked my head at her. "What's that?"

"She makes you bold," Cara said. "Adventurous."

Mom nodded. "She's uninhibited, and I think you need that in your life."

"Plus, I think she loves you more than James," Cara said. She grinned and went back to the champagne bottle.

"That's not true," I said. "It's not a competition."

"She's just teasing," Amy said.

I knew she was teasing. I didn't think about who loved me more, because it didn't matter. They both loved me exactly as much as I needed. But Mom's words had stirred a thought up from my subconscious.

"Why am I not with Isabelle right now?" I said it aloud, but I had meant it as a question only for myself.

"Because it's bad luck to see your bride before a wedding," Amy said. "Stupid tradition, but everyone sticks to it."

"It is a stupid tradition. And I think it applies only to James," I said.

I wanted to have fun in my last hour or two of single life. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to do something silly. I wanted to be pushed out of my comfort zone. Isabelle was the person who brought all of that out of me.

I also needed someone to take my mind off Dad.

James was my rock, but Isabelle was the roller coaster. Right now, I needed at least one of them with me, because my father isn't here and it was making me sad.

"Gather everything," I said. "I want to find Isabelle's dressing room."

"Are you sure?" Cara said.

"Yes."

#

Izzy

I was dizzy. My feet were swollen, and my cute shoes wren't fitting quite right. I felt a brief flash of anger, but I had no one to blame but myself. I had chosen to be pregnant on my wedding day, and I would have to suffer through it.

I felt huge. Wearing a tight wedding dress today had been a mistake.

I wanted to cry.

Charlotte grabbed me by the shoulders. "Look at me," she said.

"What?"

"Do not fucking cry," she said. "You have a ton of makeup on your face right now."

I laughed. "I thought you were going to say something sweet."

"If the shoes start to hurt, kick them off," Charlotte said. "Barefoot and pregnant is how Jimmy wants you anyway. Right?"

I laughed even harder. "Exactly. He's a caveman who drags me around by the hair all day."

Honestly, things weren't that bad. Dizzy. Swollen feet. Sore back. It could be worse.

But I was huge! I looked down at my belly.

"Izzy, look at me," Charlotte said.

When I looked up, she pinned me with an intense stare. "You are gorgeous."

"I look huge," I whispered. I didn't want my mom to hear this. She was already a little disappointed in me for getting pregnant before marriage. But I also knew she was very excited to be a grandmother.

Vivian, Jimmy's twin sister sat beside me on the couch in our cute dressing room and handed me a champagne flute filled with sparkling cider. No alcohol for me. "You are not huge," Vivianne said. "You are pregnant, and you are beautiful."

Charlotte knelt down and squeezed one of my knees. "You are fucking sexy, Isabelle. Don't you dare feel bad about how you look. Take it from me, someone who has always appreciated how hot you are." She winked.

I couldn't resist smiling at that. Charlotte and I had an off-and-on friends with benefits situation over the years. It usually happened when both of us were single. The last time we hooked up was the weekend I got engaged to Jimmy and Eliza, which you've probably read about in Jimmy's story about that time.

"You look hot as fuck with that baby in you," Vivian said. "Own it."

I placed both hands on my belly and breathed deep. "Okay."

My mother lounged in a big chair by the door and sipped her champagne. "Isabelle, if you whine about being huge one more time, I'm going to lose my shit," Mom said.

"Language!" I said.

Charlotte and Vivian laughed. I joined them.

Vivian leaned against me and kissed my shoulder. "I can't believe you are making me an auntie. I am so fucking stoked."

I felt a grin light up my face. "Me, too, Viv."

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty hot. As long as I didn't linger too much on my belly, the view wasn't so bad.

Maybe I can make this dress work.

No, I wasn't going to make this dress work. People would see this tight little gown stretched over my belly and think I was Florida trash.

What the fuck has happened to me? I've always been a confident bitch!

I wished Jimmy or Eliza were with me. It was supposed to be bad luck for them to see me. I needed their eyes on me. When they looked at me, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, even if I was fat.

Poor Eliza. Her father still hadn't responded to my video. Eliza was doing her best to hide it, but I knew she was sad. Her father was a jerk, but he was still her father.

Someone knocked on the door. My mother was nearby pouring herself more champagne, and she opened it.

Eliza stood there with her sister Cara behind her. "Hi," she said.

I struggled to stand. Charlotte grabbed my hands and pulled me up.

I shuffled over to Eliza as fast as I could in my tight dress. The tightness was not an accident. I wanted my ass to pop in this thing, and it certainly did. Anyone with a pregnancy fetish was going to get a boner. Also, my tits were expanding into D-cup territory. Jimmy loved them more than ever. Eliza did, too. Maybe I was pulling this off!

When I reached Eliza, I drew a breath to speak. But my words caught in my throat as I looked her over. Her silky black hair was pinned up in a beautiful chignon. Eliza had always been creative with her hair, and I'd seen her wear it in a chignon many times, but this version was elaborate and full. Someone had spent a lot of time making it into a work of art. Her face, always cute, was beautiful. Her lips seemed fuller than usual. Her dress was a trumpet style. It hugged every part of her and gave her more curves than she usually had. Was she wearing a padded bra? The dress flared out nicely at mid-thigh, and the whole thing screamed "classically sexy." That was her. Classy. Classical. Sexy.

"You are absolutely beautiful," Eliza said.

I wanted to cry again. "I was just about to say the same thing to you."

"I feel lucky," she said. She held my gaze for a few seconds. "I feel lucky that I get to have you and James."

"I'm really glad you're here," I said.

"Me, too." Her lips quivered.

"Is everything okay, baby?" I asked.

Eliza hugged me. "I don't know." She looked around the room then looked back at me. "I love you," she whispered.

I took her hand and led her to the couch. Vivian made room and the two of us sat. Cara and Eliza's mom came inside. Then Amy, Eliza's best friend from growing up, entered and closed the door behind her. She was already married with three kids, but she had an amazing body with huge boobs. I hoped I looked that good after three babies. Would I have three? Maybe I would stop after two. I don't know. My mind was everywhere!

Eliza's mother stood beside my mom, and they clinked champagne flutes together. After taking a sip, her mother...

Caroline. Eliza's mother's name is Caroline, and she's going to be my mother-in-law.

Caroline finished sipping her champagne and looked at her phone. She tilted her head. Then she glanced at Eliza. That raised the hairs on the back of my head. Something was up.

Eliza laced her fingers with mine. Someone handed her a drink and she rested it on her knee. She looked at me with trembling lips.

"Are you really okay?" I asked.

"I am. But I'm also not." And then she cried.

"Oh hell," Cara said. She grabbed a box of tissues and got to work salvaging Eliza's makeup.

#

James

My dad pulled the cork stopper from a bottle of expensive scotch with hollow-sounding pop and poured. We all stood around the table, looking down at the glasses as he filled them. We were in a little lounge set aside for me, the groom.

In addition to my dad, there was Carlos, my college buddy who was as close to Eliza as he was to me. He was one of the first people who learned that Izzy and I were dating Eliza. Alex and Mark were also here. They were my best friends from growing up, and I had chosen Alex to be my best man because I'd known him longest. We met at daycare when we were three.

We all wore black tuxedos with dark blue ties and cummerbunds. The blue matched the bridesmaids' dresses.

"So, is Cara single," Mark asked.

"Yes, but she is off limits," I said. "You're too old for her."

"How old is she?" Alex asked.

"Twenty-two," I said. I was a hypocrite. I tried not to think about how Izzy and Eliza had 'given' me a twenty-one-year-old woman for my birthday two months ago. What a wild day that had been. Eliza and Izzy had dinner with her a few weeks ago. It seemed that she was now a friend to both my girls.

"Oh come on, I'm only thirty," Mark said.

"Jimmy is just hoarding all the women for himself," Alex said. "Izzy. Eliza."

"Hey now," Carlos said. "He's just looking out for his future sister-in-law. Would either of you dare to date Vivian?"

Mark and Alex looked at each other.

"No," Mark said.

"Hell no," Alex said. "Jim would kill us."

"Well, it's the same thing with Cara," Carlos said.

"Fine," Alex said.

"All right men, let's toast my son," Dad said.

We all took up a glass.

"To the guy who helped me figure out algebra," Tim said. "And who taught me how to skateboard."

"To the guy who stopped me from making an ass of myself at prom," Mark said.

"To the first true friend I made in college," Carlos said.

"To my son, who makes me proud every damn day," Dad said.

"To my best friends," I said. "And Dad. Thanks to all of you for being here with me today."

The whiskey was amazing.

We spent the next half hour nursing the booze and trading stories about our younger days. Mark was married. Carlos was headed that way with his girlfriend. Alex was perpetually single, which is why he wanted to shoot his shot with Cara. I couldn't blame him. She was a more voluptuous version of Eliza, and she was a very sweet girl.

Dad told a story about our mother that was actually nice. It made me hopeful that he'd be friendly with her today.

I pulled my father aside while the boys had a laugh over something.

"Dad, thanks for agreeing to walk Eliza down the aisle."

He waved his hand. "It's a pleasure, son. She's lovely."

"She's putting on a brave face, but I know this is hard for her. Her father not being here."

"Of course it's hard," Dad said. "I can't believe he's put her in this position. I would never do that to you or Viv."

We had about twenty minutes left before it was time to head out to the ballroom where the ceremony would take place. I was about to suggest we stop drinking when someone knocked.

Had I misjudged the time? Were we late? I hurried over and opened the door.

Eliza's dad stood outside looking pale and sweaty. He wore a tuxedo. Not the same modern style as the ones my wedding party wore, but it was classy.

"Mr. Bennington?" I said. I closed the door behind me. I didn't need an audience for whatever this was.

"James!" He looked surprised to see me.

He lifted an arm, and I flinched, half-thinking he was about to hit me. But he was only looking at his phone.

"I can't get any signal in this damn building," he said. There were dark circles under his wide eyes. He looked exhausted and panicked. "I'm looking for my daughter. Someone told me where to go, but I got lost."

I wasn't surprised that he was struggling to find Eliza. The hotel was a bit of a labyrinth, and cell coverage was terrible, which is why my wedding party and I were all on the hotel's Wi-Fi network.

"Mr. Bennington, what are you doing here?"

He took a deep breath and seemed to calm down. "Isabelle sent me a video message. I watched it last night, and..." He shook his head slowly. "She said some lovely things. She said she forgave me. You said the same in your email."

I nodded. "You didn't respond."

He jammed his phone into his pants pocket. "I know. It all just came to a head. Your email. Isabelle's video. And my wife has been haranguing me for months. I've been a fool. Damnit! I've been terrible. I flew here this morning. I just..."

"You want to be here for your daughter?"

"Exactly. I'll just grab a seat in the back. I'll stay out of the way. I don't want to disrupt things."

I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Eliza would want you to do more than sit in the back."

His mouth worked silently as he tried to find some words. Finally, he spoke. "I'm sorry, James. I'm sorry for everything I did. I know you love my daughter. I think I knew that before you did."

I laughed. "A lot of people knew it before Eliza and I admitted it ourselves."

He frowned. "I need to find Isabelle. I need to apologize to her."

What I did next, I did for Eliza. I opened the door to our little groom's lounge. "We'll take care of that, but first we need to sort something else out. Mark, I need your tie and cummerbund."

"What? Why?"

When I told them what I had in mind, my Dad stepped up. "He can have mine."

#

Eliza

Charlotte glanced back at me and Isabelle before she took Alex's arm, and he led her through the double doors into the ballroom. They were the last of the wedding party. That left me and Isabelle and her father. But the man who was supposed to walk me down the aisle wasn't here yet. We only had a minute or two remaining.

"Where is Jimmy's dad?" Isabelle asked for the third time.

My heart was racing. I was going to walk down that aisle no matter what, but doing it alone would be humiliating.

Isabelle took both my hands and squeezed them. "We can walk together," she said. "Me, you, and my Dad."

"One on each arm," her dad said. He held his elbows out akimbo to show he was up to the task.

"Thank you, Ethan. But I'll be okay on my own."

"Eliza!"

That was James' father.

I turned carefully in my heels to find him hurrying down the hall. He wasn't alone. My father was with him. From the looks of it, James' father had loaned him his tie and cummerbund.

My hands started to shake.

Mr. Ryan reached me first and took my hand. "Eliza, I have a message from my son. He says he has forgiven your father, and you deserve to have your whole family with you today."

"What?" I was in shock, and I understood less than half of what he said.

My father brushed past me and stood face-to-face with Isabelle.

"Isabelle, thank you for your message," he said. "Before I do anything else, I need to apologize to you."

What message?

Isabelle's eyes dropped to the bouquet in her hand. "That's not necessary."

"Yes, it is," my father said. "I'm sorry. And I'll be proud to call you my daughter-in-law."

Isabelle gasped. "Really?"

"Of course."

Isabelle hugged him. My Dad slowly returned it.

"We need one of the brides. Now!" someone said from the doorway. I was too distracted to identity who it was.

"Oh," Isabelle said. "I need to go." She looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. She smiled before her father took her arm and led her through the doors.

"Eliza?" Dad said.

"You broke my heart." I needed to stay calm. If I cried, my face would be a mess before I even started marching down the aisle.

"Yes, I did," he said. "I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you. I was a fool."

"I'm marrying them, Dad. Do you accept that?"

He raked his fingers through his hair. "I do. I don't understand it completely, but I do. You need to live your life on your terms. You're a grown woman, and it's time that I accept that."

"And now you're here to walk me down the aisle?" I was ready to send him away. I was fine with walking alone. Part of me wanted to walk alone.

"You're the best thing about my life, Eliza. I'm so proud of the person you have become. And I've looked forward to this moment for a very long time."

"Oh really? You looked forward to giving me away at a polyamorous wedding?"

He winced. "Well, not exactly. But I want to show the world how proud I am of you. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I know I made everything more difficult. I'm sorry for hurting you and James and Isabelle."

It was a start. I wasn't ready to forgive him. Not completely. I was still angry. But I also needed my dad.

"Thank you," I said.

"Can I walk with you? If not, I can just sit in the back and watch."

I placed my hand on his arm. "I think we have more to talk about. But right now, it's time for me to walk down that aisle. Let's go. I'm ready."

#

Izzy

I scanned the room as Dad walked with me. I saw some bulging eyes and gaping mouths, and I heard some whispers. Among the seventy people in this room, well over half of them had no idea I was knocked up until now. One of Jimmy's friends was definitely checking me out. Maybe I was pulling off this hot pregnant bride thing.

Hot or not, I wanted them to see what I was bringing into this world. My baby was going to have the best fucking life.

Eliza's dad had stepped up at the last minute. Thank god. My video had worked. Maybe it was the combination of my video and Jimmy's email. I think Eliza's mother had campaigned on our behalf, too.

Jimmy was flanked by the rest of our wedding party as I walked toward him. His eyes were on me the entire time I moved down the aisle, and he was crying! When I reached him, I hugged my dad. He grunted in pain, and I realized I was squeezing him too hard.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay," Dad said. "You love so fiercely, Izzy. It's your best quality." He kissed my cheek.

As I watched Dad shake Jimmy's hand, I started feeling too many emotions, especially since Jimmy was still crying a little. Dad walked away, and I stepped up to face my man.

"Don't cry, baby," I said. "You'll make me cry!"

He wiped his eyes. "I don't know what happened. When you cracked that big smile as you walked down the aisle, I lost it."

I held his hand and glanced at our officiant, Jalen. The man who made our marriage as legal as possible. I was the one who asked him to preside over our wedding, because I was grateful for his help. Jalen winked and then nodded at something behind me.

"Oh," I said. Eliza was coming.

I turned to see her making her way down the aisle with her father, who cradled her hand in the crook of his arm and covered it with his opposite hand. He was crying, but fortunately Eliza was not.

"She's so freaking beautiful," I said.

"You both are," Jimmy said.

I glanced to at the front row. Eliza's mom was smiling brightly. She had saved a seat for her husband. She knew this was coming.

When Eliza reached us, she hugged her dad, who shook Jimmy's hand. "Thank you, son."

He turned to me. "I'm proud to give my daughter to you and James, Isabelle. Take good care of her."

"We will," I said. My heart was fluttering. I grabbed Jimmy's hand to steady myself. Eliza took his other hand.

"Are we ready?" Jalen whispered.

"Go for it," Jimmy said.

"Friends, we are gathered here to witness a ceremony of commitment between three people who love each other profoundly. This isn't a traditional marriage by any means, and I'm not empowered by any authority to make it a legal one. James Ryan, Isabelle Donovan, and Eliza Bennington have done that already. They've signed contracts of commitment that bind them together in perpetuity. Instead, we are here to witness their declaration and celebration of that commitment. Each of them has vows prepared. Jimmy?"

We formed a circle and held each other's hands. Jimmy was taking long, steady breaths. I wanted to wipe the tears from his handsome cheeks, but I also didn't want to let go of either of their hands. When he looked at me, I wanted to jump on him.

"Izzy, you burn so bright," Jimmy said. He paused and cleared his throat "You live life to the fullest. You seize it. You run into the unknown. And you drag me with you on every crazy adventure. I've loved every minute of it. You are so generous, kind, and beautiful. When I fell in love with you, I thought you would be my one and only, but you had other ideas."

He was trying to make me cry! I wasn't going to let it happen.

"I've never been so sure of something in my entire life. I've been wanting to marry you for a very long time, and I'm so grateful that you are willing to have me. I promise to love you, listen to you, support you, and embrace you as you are for the rest of my life. I love you."

I let go of his hand and wiped my eyes.

Waterproof makeup is a myth. Shit!

"Izzy, it's your turn," Jalen whispered.

The words poured out instantly. I didn't need to think about them. I had known what I would say for a very long time.

"Jimmy, I have always felt this need to make all your dreams come true," I said.

I winked at Eliza, who rolled her eyes.

Yes, You were something he dreamed of. Deal with it, Elle!

"You are so fundamentally good, generous, and loving. I want you to have everything I can give you. But each time I give, you look at me and ask, 'But what do you want?' And it reminds me that you are always thinking of my happiness when all I'm trying to do is make you happy. You gave me so much while I wasn't looking. You gave me the confidence to embrace who I am. You gave me a home. You gave me Eliza." I glanced at my belly. "You gave me this baby. You gave me your heart. I am crazy about you, and I never want to spend a day apart. I promise to love you forever. I promise to give and give. But I promise that I will also learn to take what I need from you when you offer it. I am proud to be your wife."

#

Jimmy

I squeezed Izzy's hand. She was crying a little, but she seemed to have it under control. She looked amazing. She was wearing her hair in that elaborate updo that I loved. It was a little more polished, thanks to the stylist who had done her hair and makeup.

She wore a floral jacquard sheath dress that hugged every curve, including her belly. She was gorgeous. And she was absolutely glowing. As I stared at her, she looked pointedly at Eliza.

"Jimmy and Eliza, you're next," Jalen said.

I turned to my other bride.

Her chin was tucked into her chest as she looked up at me, like she was feeling a little shy. Maybe she was overwhelmed.

"Eliza, I knew you were special when I first met you nearly eleven years ago."

"I think it's twelve now," she whispered.

"Twelve years ago."

The crowd laughed. Eliza lifted her face to look directly at me.

"You and I just clicked," I said. "I was immediately at ease with you. I could talk to you about anything. You are majestic and beautiful. And you are so kind. Our first act together was deep friendship, but I wanted more. You weren't ready, and I walked away like a fool."

"You weren't a fool," she said.

"I was, sweetie. I was. Years later, you came to me. I'm so grateful to you for being brave enough to do that. When you finally opened your heart to me, I felt my whole world shift. I will never be the same. I have always loved you, from the day I met you. And I'm never going to let you go. I promise to love you, support you, listen to you. I will be your rock. I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

Eliza looked at her sister, who gave her a thumbs-up. She glanced at her parents, who looked stoic.

"James, you are the best man I have ever known, but I don't think you realize it. You were my dearest friend. You were always so generous, and you never asked for anything in return." She licked her lips nervously. "But then you did ask for one thing, and I broke your heart." Her voice cracked.

Izzy let go of her hand and put her arm around Eliza's back. "Elle, don't."

"No. These are my vows," Eliza said. She held out her hand, and Izzy took it again, restoring our circle. "I broke your heart, James. And you broke mine. I thought that was it. I thought we were done. When I came looking for you, I didn't know what to expect. Certainly not this. When you welcomed me back into your heart, I realized you have always been the love of my life. I was just afraid to admit it. I'm not anymore. I'm here to promise you this. I will never leave your side. I will be your rock for as long as I live. I love you, and I always will."

#

Eliza

When I finished my vows, I couldn't help myself. I leaned into James and kissed him. Just a quick peck. It wasn't enough, but I needed to feel his lips on mine. Isabelle squeezed my hand. When I looked at her, she was smirking. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

Yes, Isabelle, I am very horny for him. But it's more than that. I need him. Just like I need you.

"Izzy, you're up," Jalen said.

Isabelle nodded her head twice slowly and locked eyes with me. Her lips pursed together like she could barely contain herself.

"Elle. Eliza. It takes a very special woman to convince me to share Jimmy."

"I didn't ask for that," I said.

"Shush. You are the opposite of me in every way. Classy, elegant, demure. And so gentle." She blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. "You are so gentle, Elle. With your words, with your eyes, and with your heart. It's why I eventually felt so safe bringing you into our relationship. It's also why I fell in love with you. Well, that and because you're so cute. I love how you take care of me and protect me. I love how you know what I'm thinking without me having to say anything. And I love how fierce you are when you need to be. I promise to share everything with you. Our husband. Our home. Our children. My heart. I am yours. I love you."

To hell with tradition. I let go of James' hand and hugged Isabelle. I planted a long and gentle kiss on her lips.

Jalen cleared his throat.

"Sorry," I said.

I backed away, and we all held hands again. Isabelle was breathing rapidly, and her baby bump swelled with each breath. That baby was going to change our lives. I was terrified and exhilarated.

"Isabelle, I came into your life with a half-formed thought that I was going to steal your man."

Izzy giggled. A few people in the audience laughed or grumbled. I didn't care what they thought.

"But I found myself adoring you too much to do it. Then I didn't want to get too close. James was yours, and I didn't want to hurt you. You broke down every wall I put up. You were sweet, generous, and fearless. That's what bound us together, the three of us. Your generosity and fearlessness. It made us a family. And it makes me a better person. You constantly drag me out of my comfort zone, and I love it. You are beautiful, Isabelle, and I can't get enough of you. I am ecstatic that I am going to be your wife. I promise to love and protect you. I promise to take risks with you. I promise to raise a family with you, and grow old with you and James. I love you completely."

The ballroom was silent for a few moments.

"The rings," Jalen said.

Charlotte stepped up and gave me James' ring, a platinum band. "I'm really proud that I told Jimmy to buy you a ring," Charlotte said.

It was true. When James went ring shopping with Charlotte, he was shopping only for Isabelle. At the time, Charlotte knew about me and she probably sensed how he, Isabelle and I were feeling about each other. She had suggested that James buy two rings that day. By the end of that week, he had proposed to both of us.

"Thank you, Charlotte." I squeezed her hand briefly before turning back to my spouses.

Alex handed James the other rings. Someone had suggested that we each give someone a ring, but Isabelle and I wanted James to put the rings on both our fingers. After all, he proposed to us. He closed this deal, as Isabelle had said.

James came to me first and looked into my eyes as he slid the band and the diamond ring onto my hand. "With this ring, I commit to us."

I looked down at the ring on my finger with the band. There was no turning back. This was real.

He did the same with Isabelle. "With this ring, I commit to us."

Isabelle took James' hand and held it up. She and I both held the ring as we slid it over his finger.

"With this ring, we commit to us," we both said.

"One last thing," Jalen said. "Sign the paper."

It wasn't a legal document. It was just a declaration that we were a married throuple. James had hired a calligrapher to turn Jalen's original draft into something beautiful. We planned to frame it and hang it in our house.

"You may now kiss each other." Jalen laughed and shook his head.

I kissed Isabelle first, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth.

"Isabelle!" I hissed at her.

She pouted. "You love it."

I rolled my eyes and turned to James. He grabbed me by the hip, put a hand behind my back, and dipped me until I was horizontal to the floor.

"Oh my," I said. And then he kissed me and I forgot about everything but his lips.

When he brought me back to my feet he smiled. "My beautiful wife."

Then he did the same to Isabelle who shrieked and laughed. When he brought her upright again, she rested a hand on his chest and kissed him some more. "We did it, Jimmy."

I joined them in a hug and kissed Isabelle's cheek. "We did it."

#

Jimmy

Why do pilots all have that distinct way of talking, as if they're speaking quietly into the microphone to avoid waking up the napping copilot beside them?

"Ladies and gentlemen. Uh, Welcome to Kahului Airport, where the local time is eleven o'clock in the morning. On behalf of the whole crew... uh, thank you for flying with us"

Our plane taxied to the terminal as the pilot gave us updates about the weather (which was perfect) and told us which carousel would have our baggage.

I had the window seat. Eliza stirred beside me. She had dozed off with her head on my shoulder. Izzy sat in the aisle, because at five months pregnant she needed quick access to the bathroom. Her bladder was feeling very small these days. Before her first first trip to the toilet, she had asked if either of us wanted to join the mile high club with her.

"Those bathrooms aren't big enough for one person, let alone two," Eliza had said.

"You have said many times that the whole mile high thing is gross," I had said.

She had shrugged. "I know, but we're on our honeymoon now. I want to be extra slutty."

Now as our plane approached the terminal, Izzy squirmed in her seat.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

She leaned forward to get a better look at me. "I'm just anxious to get this honeymoon started."

Eliza woke and stretched her arms over her head. "Are we there?"

"Yes, it's almost time to get lei-ed," Izzy said. Then she tickled Eliza's armpit.

"Isabelle!" Eliza swatted Izzy's hand away. "That's a terrible joke."

"Seriously, I'm so excited for some Hawaiian babe to put on of those leis on me." Izzy grabbed Eliza and kissed her. "Honeymoon time, baby. I can't wait to get to our room."

"Oh yeah?" Eliza asked. "Why's that?"

"You know why?"

They both looked at me. "I think she's horny, James," Eliza said.

"Oh, I know she is," I said.

Eliza draped her arms over my shoulders and gave me a brief kiss. "So am I."

Ninety minutes later we stepped up to the registration desk of the best resort on Maui. The clerk was slightly younger than us and wore his black hair in a man-bun. His name tag said "Kenji."

"The reservation is under James Ryan," I said as I handed him my ID and a credit card.

"The honeymoon suite," Kenji said. "Is it a honeymoon?"

"It is," I said.

"Congratulations." He looked at the three of us with leis around our necks and multiple bags at our feet. "Do you have a second room for your friend?" There was a lot of uncertainty in his voice now.

"No," Izzy said. She smiled brightly. "All three of us are on our honeymoon together."

"Oh wow!"Kenji said. "Okay. That's cool. Congratulations?"

Eliza hooked an arm around Izzy's waist and pulled her close. "Thank you. Isn't my new wife cute?"

"Uh, yes?" Kenji said. There was probably a hotel policy not to comment on the personal appearance of guests, and Izzy was trying to make him break it. "There will be two bottles of champagne waiting for you when you reach your room."

"Can you send up some sparkling cider or another nonalcoholic option?" I asked. "One of us is not drinking this week."

A porter loaded our bags on a luggage cart and rolled them away while Kenji worked on his computer. He gave us three key cards, a map of the resort, a schedule of events for our stay, and a card with a QR code. "That will download our app on your phone. It will guide you through your whole stay. Dinner reservations. Spa appointments. Scuba lessons. Everything."

As we took the elevator up to our suite. Eliza moved behind Izzy and hugged her. She placed her hands on Izzy's belly, and Izzy covered them with her own. I stepped in front of Izzy and kissed her.

"My beautiful wives," I said.

Izzy sighed. "Our handsome husband."

When we reached our suite I offered to carry each of them inside. They demurred and walked in ahead of me. Once I passed through the door, Eliza closed it and Izzy pushed me against the wall.

"Now the honeymoon begins," Izzy said.

She clutched my face and kissed me. Eliza unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Her hand snaked inside my boxers and gripped my cock.

Izzy broke our kiss and looked down. "Elle is so obsessed with your penis."

"You're the obsessed one. I'm only warming him up for you," Eliza said.

Izzy held my gaze as she licked her lips. "Jimmy, I have to be honest with you. Elle and I are both obsessed with your dick."

Not wanting to ruin the mood, I stifled a laugh. "I'm shocked. Both of you are so chaste."

Izzy sank to a crouch and pulled my jeans down. Eliza pressed a hand against my chest to keep me braced against the wall. Her face loomed closer, and the fiery look in her eyes sent a flutter through my chest. "Don't you move." She kissed me and sank to her knees beside Izzy.

Izzy smiled up at me. "Elle and I are going to worship your dick all week."

"I'll definitely say a few prayers to it," Eliza said. She laughed at her own joke.

"Jimmy, I've fantasized for long time about being very, very slutty during our honeymoon," Izzy said. "This goes back to the days before Elle joined us. I want to be so fucking nasty for you this week, baby."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," I said. "I want to see how far you will go for me."

They looked at each other. Something passed silently between them, and I realized that they were plotting something. They had plans for me, and they probably came up with those plans weeks ago. A small part of me was nervous, but mostly I was excited about the possibilities.

They worked together to remove my boxers. The sight of both them face-to-face with my dick made me feel like I was on top of the world. Izzy kissed the side of the head before she traced her tongue down the shaft to the base. As she worked her tongue back up, Eliza engulfed the head with her mouth and moaned. My knees went weak. If I wasn't leaning against the wall, I would have collapsed to the floor.

Eliza worked more of my cock into her mouth while massaging the shaft with her tongue.

"That feels amazing, Elle," I said.

Izzy's roaming tongue reached Eliza, and she kissed her with my cock between them.

Eliza released me and looked up into my eyes. "We are going to have an insane amount of sex this week." She licked precum from the tip and smiled. "But I hope we leave our suite occasionally. I want to snorkel, and I want to take surfing lessons."

"I want to have a spa day," Izzy said. "And I want to go on the whale watch cruise."

"We'll find time for everything," I said. "We're going to get our money's worth."

Eliza licked the head of my cock while keeping her eyes fixed on mine.

"You have two sluts that want to worship your dick, baby," Izzy said. "Life is good." She pushed Eliza aside and plunged down my shaft until her nose made contact with my groin.

"Both of you are amazing," I said.

Izzy rolled her eyes while she offered my cock to Eliza, who took her own turn deep-throating it. "You don't have to be so sweet. You've already locked us down."

They fell into a pattern of taking turns going down on me.

I was enjoying myself, but I wanted to move to the bedroom. They didn't let me do anything but stand here and enjoy a double blowjob. I wanted to get my hands on them. I wanted to make them squirm on my fingers and my tongue. Each time I tried to push off the wall, they shoved me back. Both of them had firm grips on my hips and legs. I could have escaped, but there was no point. I decided to be patient and let them have their fun with me. They were determined to make me come before we explored the rest of this suite.

Eventually, I came into Eliza's mouth. She turned to Izzy and parted her lips as an offer to share my seed with her. Izzy truly loved to drink my come.

But Izzy shook her head. "All yours, baby. I'm always stealing it from you."

After Eliza swallowed, she kissed Izzy. "It's not stealing, Isabelle. I like to share."

They remained on their knees as they kissed and caressed each other. I pulled my boxers and jeans back up.

"All right, break it up. At least move this somewhere more comfortable. Your knees will get sore if stay down there."

Eliza stood first and helped Izzy to her feet. Izzy had a dreamy look on her face as Eliza led her deeper into the suite.

"It's past lunch time," Eliza said. "James, could you order some room service? I'm going to take our wife into the bedroom and make her come."

"Oh, Elle. You're so thoughtful." Izzy giggled as Eliza dragged her through an open doorway to the right. "Oh my god, this bedroom is amazing!"

Eliza kicked the door shut behind them.

I walked through the kitchen into a large lounge with two separate sitting areas. The first had a big sectional sofa and a loveseat angled toward a massive television mounted on the wall. The second area was more intimate, with a large, comfy divan and another loveseat. Beyond that a sliding door opened onto a private verandah that overlooked the beach and the ocean ten stories below.

I found the room service menu on the resort's app and studied it for a while. I struggled with deciding what to order, so I selected a variety of things, enough to feed six. By the time I closed the app, I heard Izzy's pleading from the next room.

"Please, Elle. Please!"

Eliza said something I couldn't make out.

"I promise. Just let me come!" Izzy said.

My heart thumped as I imagined what Eliza was doing to her. I opened the bedroom door to see.

Both of them were naked. Izzy was on all fours with her cheek resting on a pillow. Eliza knelt low behind her. She had both hands on Izzy's butt, spreading her ass open. She was teasingly licking Izzy's swollen labia.

"You promise to be an obedient little slut for us all week?" Eliza asked.

Izzy's thrust her ass at Eliza. "Yes!" Izzy gasped. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me come!"

"Who do you belong to?" Eliza asked.

Izzy opened her eyes and grinned. "You baby. My cunt is yours. All week."

Eliza growled as she pushed two fingers into Izzy's pussy and speared her tongue into her asshole.

"Yes. Oh my fucking god!" Izzy squealed.

Izzy screamed through her orgasm. She rolled onto her back and covered her eyes with an arm. "Wow, married sex is amazing." She chuckled.

Eliza crawled up Izzy's body and squatted over her head, her pussy hovering half a foot over her face. With her arm over her eyes, Izzy wasn't fully aware of what Eliza was doing. When she moved her arm away, she gasped.

"You're being so aggressive," Izzy murmured.

"Is it okay?" Eliza asked. She did a double take when she noticed me watching. She waved shyly at me. Eliza was full of contradictions.

"I promised to be your submissive slut," Izzy said. "You have the wheel. And I'd never say no to having you sit on my face."

Eliza lowered herself. Izzy lifted her head and licked Eliza from her asshole to her clit, which made our wife howl as she sank onto her face. She ground herself into that eager tongue as Izzy's hands rose to cup both of Eliza's little breasts.

"Oh baby, I love how you eat me."

"Mm-hm," Izzy moaned.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said.

They didn't seem to hear me. I laughed to myself as walked away. This week was going to be very fun.

My cock was stirring back to life as I entered the lavish bathroom. I considered the large tub, but a bath would make me sleepy. I chose the shower, and the rainfall nozzle felt fantastic. The sound of my wives pleasuring each other reached me as the water splashed over my body. I felt an urge to rejoin them, but I forced myself to pump body wash into my hands from the bottle affixed to the wall.

By the time I started rinsing myself, the noise from the bedroom subsided. After drying off with a very soft towel, I returned to them. The girls were under the blankets. They held each other close as they lazily kissed.

"Did you order food?" Izzy asked.

"It should be here in ten minutes.

The porter had left our suitcases in the bedroom. I dropped my towel and opened my largest bag.

"James is hard," Eliza said.

"Of course he is," Izzy said. "We're on our honeymoon. He should be hard all week."

"Come to bed," Eliza said. "We can take care of that."

"I just showered," I said. "And you already took care of me. Or have you forgotten pinning me to the wall and sucking me off." I pulled on shorts and a shirt.

Izzy giggled. "That's true. Eliza drank every drop of you."

"Isabelle, stop!" Eliza blushed.

That blush astonished me. She had just given me a double blowjob with our wife. Then she had ravished Izzy's pussy before sitting on her face and taking her pleasure. After all that shameless fucking, how could she be shy again? I wasn't complaining. I enjoyed how complex both of my women were.

"Are you sure you don't want to fuck us?" Izzy said. "I'd love to give you a quickie before the food arrives. I promised Eliza that I would be an obedient slut all week."

"I heard." I sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Izzy's forehead. "Let's pace ourselves. Otherwise, by tomorrow we'll be too sore to enjoy much of anything this resort has to offer."

"He has a point," Eliza said. "We haven't even had lunch yet. And I was a little rough with you."

Izzy patted Eliza's cheek. "I loved every second of it. Don't second guess yourself."

"Lie down with us," Eliza said.

That sounded like a good idea. They rolled apart and let me crawl between them. They took turns kissing me, and I sighed when I tasted Eliza's pussy on Izzy's lips. I licked her chin.

"You taste Elle, don't you," Izzy said.

I turned to Eliza and kissed her, savoring Izzy's flavor on her own lips. "Mm." I hummed into Eliza's mouth.

"You like that?" Elle asked. She smirked. "You like tasting Isabelle on my mouth and knowing I licked and sucked her pussy until she came."

"Eliza's so dirty today," Izzy said. "I love it."

The doorbell rang.

"Food!" Izzy sat up. "Where are my panties?"

"I'll get it," I said. "Neither of you have a stitch of clothing on."

"Make Izzy answer the door naked," Eliza said.

Her expression was very serious. I glanced at Izzy, whose eyes were bulging. Her face and chest flushed red.

"Like I said. Let's pace ourselves." I kissed them each and hurried out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me to let them dress in private.

#

After lunch, we went to the resort's spa for massages. The girls got facials and a variety of locally themed treatments while I relaxed in a sauna before heading up to the suite for a nap. They woke me an hour later looking refreshed and beautiful. We went shopping, had dinner, and returned to our suite.

The sex that night was sweet and gentle. Both of my wives seemed needy for my attention, which I appreciated. It felt good to be desired. I took turns making love with one and then the other, switching off until I came inside Izzy.

The next morning, the girls woke me with a quiet conversation.

"No one wants to see a pregnant lady," Izzy whispered.

"Come on, you liked showing off your body during the wedding," Eliza said.

"I don't know. I'm just feeling bigger now."

"It's been less than three days since the wedding," Eliza said."Also, you promised to be our submissive slut this week."

"Elle!" Izzy hissed. "That was just talk."

"I know, but you still promised."

I sat up. "What's going on."

Izzy and Eliza lay beside me. Eliza was tracing her fingers over Izzy's belly.

"I'm trying to convince Isabelle to go to the nude beach today," Eliza said.

Our plan today was to relax on at the resort's beach for a few hours before doing some snorkeling after a late lunch.

"What nude beach?" I asked.

"It's a forty-five minute drive from here," Eliza said. "I think it will be fun."

A nude beach was intriguing. Lying out in the sun with both my naked wives, rubbing sunblock into their skin, swimming in the ocean with them, copping a feel under the water. And the idea of them on display for anyone to see gave me a little charge. Izzy and I had played that game quite a bit, but Eliza hadn't.

But if Izzy was uncomfortable with a nude beach, I wasn't going to push her.

"Izzy, it's your honeymoon, too," I said. "We won't pressure you."

Eliza kissed Izzy's shoulder. "Isabelle, you are absolutely beautiful. Don't feel bad about your body. You've owned this pregnancy. You've flaunted it."

Izzy shrugged. "Every time I look in the mirror, I'm shocked by my body. I love this pregnancy, but I don't feel sexy."

"Isabelle, I think you're sexy," I said. "You look amazing. I've never been more attracted to you."

"Stop." Izzy rolled her eyes. "I'm your wife. You're biased."

I was being honest. She was a more voluptuous than she used to be, with a little more weight in her hips and breasts. But there was more to it. Pregnancy had lit a fire inside her. She was full of joy and everything excited her. In other words, she was glowing. It made her sexy and enticing.

"Izzy, you are dead sexy as a pregnant woman," I said. "I guarantee that people see that with or without your clothes on. Forget the nude beach, but don't feel bad about how you look. Especially during our honeymoon."

"I can't keep my hands off you," Eliza said. Her hands roamed from Izzy's belly to her boobs.

Izzy scoffed. "You say that because you're in love with me."

"We both are," I said. "But it's the truth." I stroked her hair. "You are gorgeous."

Eliza kissed Izzy's neck as she groped her boobs. Izzy squirmed under her touch.

"Oh come on. This is coercion," Izzy said.

Eliza pulled Izzy's tee-shirt up to expose her breasts. Izzy gasped.

"I'll be naked, too," Eliza said. "And so will James. Imagine how fun it will be to tease him. To make him hard while everyone is watching."

Izzy bit her lip. "Elle, stop it."

"Stop what?" Eliza asked.

"Stop making me so fucking wet."

Elize smiled at me.

I stroked down Izzy's belly and pushed my fingers into her shorts. She was dripping.

"We can go to the regular beach, but I want you in a bikini," I said. "I want to look at you, and I want to show you off."

She reached up and pulled me down by the back of my head. "Do you really think I look good?" Her eyes were wide and nervous.

"Baby, I don't lie to you about this stuff. You know that."

She smirked. "Make me come right now, and I'll go to the nude beach."

Eliza sat up and grabbed Izzy's shorts.

"Eliza, I've got this," I said.

Eliza raised an eyebrow, but she held her hands up like she was surrendering.

Izzy grinned as I slowly removed her shorts. "I'm going to try very hard not to come," she said.

"Sure you will," I said.

#

Eliza

I felt absolutely no suspense about whether James would bring Isabelle to an orgasm. When he went down on her, she eagerly spread her legs for him. I savored the look in her eyes as he went to work. Actually, what I saw in both of their faces was pure joy. James loved pleasing her, and she loved receiving pleasure from him. It was like watching them dance.

My husband and my wife were totally in love with each other. And with me.

I've always been too shy to visit a nude beach, but James and Isabelle had changed me. More specifically, Isabelle had taught me to be more open and adventurous, just like her.

At this point, readers probably know that I was never a prude. I always enjoyed sex. In some ways, I am more kinky than Isabelle. But I never flaunted it. I didn't want people to know how horny I could be.

Not anymore. I wanted to show off my naked body. And I wanted to show off Isabelle and James, too.

People say nude beaches are often a disappointment. One goes there expecting to be surrounded by sexy naked people only to find the place is crowded with unattractive people twice one's age. I was hoping that Maui would flip that script.

The resort supplied a car service to take us to the beach at no charge. James had declined to tell us how much he paid for this honeymoon, but free car service on demand raised my guesstimate.

The car dropped us off in a parking lot, where a sandy bluff blocked our view of the beach. Isabelle took my hand, and we walked side-by-side toward the water. James walked behind us carrying a cooler and bearing a large backpack. We walked a path up and over the bluff and there it was. A white and gold sandy beach with bright blue water. The place was busy, but not overcrowded.

As we searched for a spot, we passed by people of all types, ages, and combinations, from couples in their fifties and sixties, to group of singles in their twenties. Some people eyed us curiously from their towels and blankets as we walked by. Others ignored us completely.

Isabelle swung our hands back and forth as we walked. "I like the vibe here," she said.

"Me, too."

We found spot where the nearest people were at least thirty feet away in any direction, Isabelle and I stopped.

"This is it," I said.

"Yeah, this is the spot," Isabelle said.

"Finally!" James lowered the cooler onto the sand and slipped the backpack off his shoulders with a groan.

Isabelle tilted her head at me and lifted an eyebrow.

I nodded. He was being overdramatic. The backpack wasn't that heavy. James unzipped it and pulled out a beach blanket large enough for six people, let alone the three of us. As he laid it out, I grabbed bottles of water from the cooler and gave one to Isabelle.

"Thanks, babe," she said.

James thanked me for his by giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Isabelle retrieved two bottles of sunscreen from her bag. The ultimate redhead was dedicated to protecting her fair skin, so she used a much higher SPF than James and I.

For a moment we just stood there looking at each other. James was wearing relaxed fit black swim trunks, a white and navy blue Hawaiian shirt from the resort's gift shop, and a baseball cap.

Isabelle wore a white beach coverup minidress with vertical blue strips. It hugged all her curves. I knew she wore a green bikini underneath. The top was a balconette that accentuated her cleavage and the bottoms were a tie-side with full coverage.

I was wearing a white t-shirt and loose white miniskirt over a strapless black thong bikini.

It didn't matter that much what we were wearing, since it was all due to come off sooner or later.

"So, do we just get naked?" James asked.

I removed my tee-shirt and skirt and dropped them on the blanket. Both of them admired me in my bikini for a moment before I turned my back on them.

"Isabelle, could you undo my top?"

I shivered when her hands made contact with my back. She unhooked the top, and I shrugged it off. When I turned around, James was smiling. Isabelle's lips were parted.

"This is so hot," she said. "Everyone can see you."

"That's right," I said.

Isabelle grabbed the hem of her coverup dress and pulled it over her head. Her breasts had grown over the last months and my mouth watered as I admired her cleavage.

"Jimmy, a little help, please?" she said.

He unclipped her top and she let it fall to her feet. Rather than cover her breasts, she placed her hands on her belly.

James squeezed her shoulders. "I glad I get to show you both off. You're so beautiful."

She nodded and let her hands drop to her side as she arched her back and smiled at me. Her smile morphed into a look of shock when James grabbed the ties of her bikini bottoms and unknotted each one with a quick pull. They fell to the blanket, leaving her completely naked.

"Oh wow!" She covered her gaping mouth with a hand.

Isabelle and I had gotten Brazilian waxes at the spa yesterday, and her vulva looked amazing under the sun. Her outer lips were puffy with excitement already.

Not wanting her to be the only one naked, I shimmied out of my bottoms.

James quickly stripped down, leaving only his baseball cap and sunglasses on. I was a little surprised and disappointed that he was completely soft. I thought he'd be excited that we had both stripped.

We'll find a way to get him hard sooner or later.

Izzy lay down on her stomach. "Someone put sunscreen on me.

James volunteered. He kept things as tame as possible while rubbing the cream into her, from her neck and ears down her back. He skipped her ass at first to cover her legs and feet. He followed that with applying it to her arms.

"Jimmy! My butt, please," she said.

He took his time with her bum, and she squirmed when he pushed his fingers into her crack and down between her thighs. He didn't linger there, but he definitely rubbed the lotion over her pussy. He finished by rubbing some lotion into the sides of her breasts, which spilled out tantalizingly.

I did James' back next, and I gave him similar treatment, saving his butt for last.

James did my back. When his hand slipped into the crack of my ass, he pressed a lotion-covered fingertip against my anus.

"Oh god!" I gasped.

"You like that?"

"You know I do." I wanted to pull that sun-creamed finger into my ass, but I also wanted to pace myself. We had just arrived, and I was already losing control. I kept my hands folded under my forehead.

His fingers slid deeper between my legs and delved between my lips. One finger went inside me and I pushed back against it, daring him to truly finger me.

Instead, he pulled out and moved his hands up my flanks. My breasts were small and completely hidden, so there was nothing that needed coverage at the moment, unlike Isabelle. I had no idea what he had in mind until he pushed his hands between me and the blanket and cupped both of my breasts. When he pinched my nipples, my ass bucked off the ground.

"James! Fuck!"

"Why is she having all the fun?" Isabelle asked.

"I could tell you were still feeling shy," James told her.

He pulled his hands away, leaving me gasping. Honey dripped from my pussy onto the blanket beneath me. If he had tried to fuck me in that moment, I would have let him.

"That's fair," Isabelle said. "Still, I won't say no to a little groping and teasing."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. He lay down to Isabelle's right, which left her in the middle.

Isabelle opened a book. I joined her with a book of my own. James browsed his phone, catching up on news and sports.

"Vivian has sent a Byron update," he said.

James' sister was dog-sitting at our house this week. James passed his phone to Isabelle, and she got up on her elbows to look. I got up, too and sidled closer to look at our sweet puppy. He looked happy chasing a ball in our backyard, sleeping on Vivian's feet on the couch, and running around in a dog park.

James sighed. I looked over to find him smiling as he admired our breasts, which were exposed as we studied his phone.

"See something you like" Isabelle asked. She wiggled her butt.

James looked around. "A lot of people do."

I hadn't noticed until now that three boys had set themselves up about ten feet from us. I called them boys because they were clearly college-aged. Two wore UCLA hats. They were all looking at us. More specifically, they were looking at our breasts.

I rolled my eyes, pretending to be exasperated, and lay down. I wondered if they had been watching twenty minutes ago when James fingered me and played with my breasts. Goosebumps broke out on my arms and neck as I thought about them watching James play with me.

I fought the urge to look at those boys again. Instead, I looked at Isabelle, who was blushing. She felt my eyes on her and smiled at me.

"I'm so turned on," she said. "They are just staring at us."

I leaned over and kissed her. I meant for it to be a quick peck on her lips, but she had other ideas. We made out for a while. When our lips parted, Izzy grinned and nodded toward the college boys. I gave them a sidelong look, not wanting to gaze directly at them. They were all silently staring back at us.

"Boys are so easy to tease," Izzy said. She sighed and went back to her book. I did the same.

Later, we had lunch. James had packed sandwiches in the cooler. For some reason, I felt even more naked while eating. After we finished, Isabelle asked me to apply sunscreen to her front.

"Of course," I said. "We all need to do that."

James got to work on himself as I covered her pretty face with the cream, admiring how perfect her skin was as she closed her eyes for me. I worked on her chest. I skipped her breasts and did her belly, her hips, her legs. I cupped her pussy and rubbed, but I avoided going beyond the surface. The contact still made her shiver. Then I went for her breasts. I palmed them both and spread the lotion.

She maintained eye contact with me while I rubbed her breasts. When I squeezed her nipples, she gasped. Her eyes flitted to something behind me.

"Those boys are very interested in what you're doing to my tits," she said.

"Of course they are," James said. "They probably wouldn't mind applying some of that sunblock themselves. Should I invite them over?"

"Absolutely not," Isabelle said. "Besides, I'm too old for them. And who wants to grope a pregnant lady?"

James shook his head. He looked frustrated. I was sympathetic. Isabelle's fading confidence was weighing on me, too. I didn't know how to help her.

"Okay, your turn," Isabelle said. She followed the same pattern that I had applied to her body, but she indulged in a quick rub of her finger on my clitoral hood, which almost made my knees buckle.

"The boys are still watching," she said.

She started playing with my breasts, and I resisted an urge to glance over my shoulder at our audience. I was happy just staring into Isabelle's eyes and then looking at James, who sat down and picked up a book.

Behind James a couple had set themselves up just ten feet away. They looked like they were in their forties. They had nice bodies, and the man had a huge hard-on. Larger than any man I had been with. He wasn't looking at us. Instead, he was watching his wife apply sunscreen to her breasts. He had two young things like us to look at, but he had eyes only for his woman. I appreciated the romance of it.

Isabelle and I lay down and went back to reading our books. Soon, she held my hand. It was hard to turn pages with only one free hand, but it was worth it. I liked being physically connected to her.

An hour later, I decided it was time to swim in the Pacific. We hadn't been in the ocean yet.

"I'm hot," I said. "Let's go swimming.

I was hot. But I also wanted to walk by those boys.

I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, which was probably a bit much given our audience. James stood up. Isabelle hesitated. Was she having another crisis of confidence about how she looked? I held out a hand and she accepted it. I pulled her to her feet, and her breasts jiggled wonderfully. Her smooth pussy looked amazing.

"I'm looking forward to spending more time in our suite," I said. I really wanted to have a romantic night with James and Isabelle.

"Me, too," Isabelle said. "But right now I want to swim!" She sprinted for the water. Her bouncing breasts must have been quite a sight for the people around us, especially the three college boys, who watched her intently as she passed them.

James and I held hands as we walked to the ocean. When we passed the boys, they tried to be subtle with how they watched me. They failed. I felt their eyes all over me.

The water did cool us off, and we spent some time floating and swimming. Isabelle and I trapped James between us at one point, and we both stroked his cock under the water. He was completely hard.

"Do you like having us on display?" I asked. I gave his cock a squeeze and let go.

"I like watching you enjoy yourselves," he said.

He swam away from us, and Isabelle followed. When he stood up in the water, she jumped on him and they both fell over. They spent some time kissing. I cut in and kissed him, too.

When we ended our kiss, I noticed that the college boys were in the water. They were laughing and talking and keeping a respectful distance from us. But they were watching and waiting for more glimpses of Isabelle and me.

I stood up and faced them for a moment, letting them have a long look. Then I dove into the water and swam away. Isabelle followed, but James stayed behind. He floated on his back with his eyes closed.

I stood up and waited for Isabelle. When she reached me she stood and hugged me. The water was a little more than waist deep.

"I'm glad we came here," she said.

"You like being ogled by horny college boys?" We turned to face James. All three boys were gathered around him, and they were having a friendly conversation.

"No!" Isabelle said. "Well, yes. But I'm having fun with you. You look so good! And I love that Jimmy's naked. I want some random girls to drool over him a little, just so I can tell them to go away."

"Or we could let them borrow him."

"I don't think so. He is ours and only ours this week. It's our honeymoon."

"No more sharing then?" I asked.

"Well." She smirked.

"You really liked Crystal," I said.

She crouched into the water, and I joined her. With the water now up to our necks, I felt the heat of the day slide away. The gentle waves rocked us.

"Crystal was adorable and fun. But I'm not in a hurry to do that again," Isabelle said. "I mean, I'm not swearing off stuff like that, but it's not something I need to do very often. What about you?"

I shrugged. "I'm enjoying wedded bliss."

Isabelle laughed. "So corny."

"It's true. I am really happy."

Izzy hugged me. Under the water, her hands felt slippery on my back. "I am, too. But I wouldn't say no if you or James wanted to call Crystal."

"She made you come very hard," I said.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Not as hard as you make me come."

I couldn't resist. I had to kiss her. It was a great kiss, and we lost track of time. Her tongue felt lovely against mine. I cupped her butt under the water and squeezed. She gasped into my mouth.

"Ladies?" James said.

Isabelle and I jumped with fright. We looked up to find James and the college boys nearby.

"I made some new friends," James said. "This is Michael, Sanjay, and Billy."

Michael was a muscular boy with wide shoulders and very short brown hair. He had a nice smile. Sanjay had a long black ponytail, and his chocolate eyes were warm and dreamy. Billy was a skinny boy with sandy blond hair and pouty lips.

"This is Isabelle and Eliza, my wives."

They all said hello.

I waited for the boys to ask questions about our marriage, since a man with two wives was extremely uncommon, but they only asked us how our honeymoon was going so far. James must have explained our marriage to them.

Since Isabelle and I were still crouched in the water, the boys sank down, too. The six of us struck up a friendly conversation. They were recent graduates from UCLA who had spent the last three months traveling through Southeast Asia. Two of them (Sanjay and Billy) had jobs waiting for them in California next week. Maui was the last stop of their trip.

The boys were very inquisitive. They asked James lots of questions about private equity. They asked me about my time working for the federal government. When they learned that Isabelle was from Miami, they wanted to know about life there. And they asked for recommendations for things to do if they visited. They asked about Boston quite a bit, too. None of them had spent much time on the East Coast.

Eventually James stood up in the waist-high water. Isabelle followed him and put an arm around his waist. The boys stood, too, and I joined them.

Now we were all facing each other topless, and the boys were doing a pretty good job of not ogling us.

"Are you pregnant, Isabelle?" Sanjay asked.

"Yes, I'm due in seventeen weeks."

"That's awesome. Congrats," Michael said.

James whispered something in Isabelle's ear. Then he regarded the rest of us. "I'm going to grab a drink. Anyone need anything."

We all declined his offer. James headed for the beach, but he paused to kiss my cheek. "I'm going to chill up there with a beer. Feel free to hang out. These guys are drooling over both of you. Have some fun with them if you want to."

"What do you mean?"

"Isabelle needs a confidence boost." He smile at me, and I felt an intense urge to kiss him. So, I did. "If she or you want to have a little quick fun, go ahead. There's not much you can do in public, which is probably for the best. But I want her to feel desirable."

"I'll look after her," I said. I don't know why I felt the need to tell him I would do that, but I did. I kissed him again and watched him walk away.

Things remained pretty tame after that, but the guys were ogling us more now that James was gone. Their eyes drifted from my breasts to Isabelle's and back again. Part of me wanted to be in more shallow water so they could stare at all of me. My pussy would be swollen and dripping.

Sanjay wandered closer to me, but not too close. He asked me about law school. He was thinking of applying after he worked for a couple years. I told him about how I made my decision on which program to attend, and what I found most interesting about my studies. I kept sneaking glances into the water. His hard penis was clearly standing upright under the surface, but the details were too blurry to make out. Now I really wished for us to be shallow water. With him closer, my nipples hardened. Soon Sanjay was staring at them, no longer bothering to look into my eyes as we spoke. I couldn't blame him. My nipples were unusually large for my little breasts. Every man who had ever gotten me naked had been obsessed with them, including James.

I decided to tease him. I took hold of one nipple and squeezed it gently. It sent an electric jolt down my belly and into my pussy, but it also had the intended effect on Sanjay. His eyes widened and his lips parted.

When he looked at my face for the first time in a while, I smirked. He blushed and looked away.

"Well, I'm thirsty. Elle and I should head back." Izzy's voice broke the spell. I dropped my hand to my side, and Sanjay finally stopped staring at my breasts. We said a quick goodbye to the boys, who weren't quite ready to leave the water.

Isabelle and I walked hand in hand in the hip-deep water. It was slow going. After a few moments, I heard Michael say "What a sexy MILF."

From his tone, I could tell he didn't mean for us to hear it. But we did. Isabelle froze.

#

Izzy

I froze when I heard Michael call me a sexy MILF. I'd been feeling better about myself since Eliza and Jimmy had talked me into coming to this beach. But some part of me was still feeling a bit unattractive. I couldn't shake it.

I glanced at Eliza, who had a look on her face that said, I told you so.

Hearing those words from Michael lifted something in me. A stranger. A cute guy who was too young for me thought I was hot.

I let go of Eliza's hand and trudged back to the boys. "What did you call me?"

"Uh?" Michael looked scared.

"Did you call me a sexy MILF?" I asked.

"Sorry," he said. He looked like a little boy who was about to be sent to his room.

I leaped forward and gave him a hug. "That's exactly what I needed to hear today."

He slowly returned the hug, and I sighed as I felt his hands tentatively touch my back. Then I felt his hard-on against my hip, and I suddenly remembered that we were both naked. My tits were mashed into him and his hard dick was poking me.

Oh my. I'm smooshing my naked body against some random boy.

Before he left, Jimmy had whispered into my ear. "Izzy, if you want to have a little sexy fun with these guys, go ahead. I think it would do you some good. I think it would be hot."

He hadn't been suggesting I fuck any of them. Not on a public beach. But I knew what he meant. I'd shared him with Christina, Eliza, Charlotte, and Crystal. And other than a little kissing and fondling with Charlotte's boyfriend Evan, I'd never touched another man. It wasn't something I was looking for. But Jimmy often told me that things were slightly unbalanced between us because the sharing in our relationship went only one way.

I understood his point, but I didn't want him to share me with another guy. Not really.

But feeling that hard cock against my thigh definitely excited me, because I knew it was hard for me on a day when my confidence was still low.

I looked up into Michael's eyes and smiled. He smiled back. He was probably wondering why I hadn't released him from this hug, but he wasn't complaining.

I could have a little fun with this boy. Nothing too serious. A part of me knew the best part would be telling Jimmy about it later. It would turn him on. It would also give him that sense of balance that he wanted. Not much balance, but a little. I didn't need that balance, but he seemed to.

I looked over my shoulder. Eliza stood a few feet away from me with her arms crossed over her chest and a neutral expression on her face. She looked like she was waiting for something to happen.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Her lip curled slightly, and she nodded once.

"Michael, is that your hard cock pressing against my hip?" I asked.

His eyes widened and he let go of our hug. But I didn't move. Instead, I tightened my grip on him.

"Did I do that?" I asked. "Did I make you hard?"

He was having trouble maintaining eye contact with me. He was nervous. "Yeah."

"Did this sexy MILF make you hard?" I asked.

He nodded.

I reached down and touched his cock. Just a couple fingertips tracing along the shaft. He gasped and flinched.

"I suppose I should take care of this," I said. "I'd feel bad about leaving you in this condition."

I took a firm grip on his cock and immediately compared it to my husband's. Jimmy was thicker than him but the same length. It felt nice to hold this dick, which was hard because of me. With my other hand, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. I opened my mouth. When he didn't take the hint, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. When I started to stroke his dick, he moaned and lashed his tongue against mine. He was a pretty good kisser.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

As he nodded, he let out a little whimper. One of his hands landed on my ass. I made myself moan to encourage him. When he squeezed my bum, I started to rub myself against him while I stroked him.

"Should we be doing with Jimmy over there?" Michael asked.

"He's okay with it," I said. "Maybe you should explore me with your hands a little more."

"Really?"

I nodded and went back to kissing him. His hand slipped into the crack of my ass and reached my pussy. When his fingertips parted my slit, I shivered.

"Oh," I gasped. "There you go."

His other hand pushed between us and groped my boob.

Oh yes, he's getting bold.

"You are so fucking hot," Michael said.

He pushed a finger inside me.

"You're pretty cute yourself," I said. I batted my eyelashes up at him. "Does my hand feel good on your dick?"

"Fuck yes."

I stroked him harder.

I felt someone press themselves against my back. At first I panicked, thinking it was one of the other guys. I wasn't ready for that. But I knew very well the feel of Eliza's tits against my back. She rested her hands on my shoulders and kissed my ear.

"I'm here," she said. "I'm here for you. Enjoy yourself."

That made me feel safe. The woman I loved was with me, and she was encouraging me to enjoy myself.

Michael pushed another finger into my pussy and clumsily pumped them in and out. He was shaking.

"Do you like touching me?" I asked.

"I do," he said.

This boy was putty I my hand.

"Do you like playing with my pussy?"

"Fuck yes."

I angled his dick down and jerked it against my pussy for a few strokes. He groaned when he realized what I was doing. Just a little further and he'd be in me.

"If you can make me come first, I'll finish you in my mouth," I said. "Would you like that?"

"Oh god!" He shook against me. He squeezed my tit hard. He lifted it a little and bent down to lick the nipple.

"Oh." I cupped his head in my palm to encourage him.

I angled his cock away from my pussy and increased my pace. I knew there was no chance he would last longer than me, even with him sucking on my nipple. The ocean wasn't an ideal environment for being fingered, since the salt water washed away most of the lubricant my body was producing. Still, this situation was so hot. I humped back on his hand as I jerked him off.

Eliza's hand came around and found my clit.

"Oh god!" I bucked on Michael's hand.

"You better make him come fast," Eliza whispered. "Or you're going to be swallowing this boy's come."

Eliza was trying to help me come. But she knew that if I came first, I would have to fulfill my promise of sucking this boy's dick.

"Fuck, Elle. Not fair."

"You're supposed to be our submissive slut this week." She teased my ear with her tongue.

"I know," I said.

But I also knew that she was giving me another advantage in this moment.

Michael straightened and looked down between us. He was watching Eliza's hand work my clit.

I looked up at Michael with big innocent eyes. "Eliza wants me to come first. She wants me to suck your dick."

"Oh god," Michael said.

"Look at her fingering my clit. Oh, she's gonna make sure I come first. Then I'll have to suck you off. Isn't she mean?" I let out a little horny whimper for his benefit. "She is so good at making me come, Michael. She does it almost every night. I bet you'd love to watch that. She loves to lick my pussy."

"Fuck!"

I pulled his head down so I cloud lick his ear. "Make me come first, and we'll take you somewhere and put on a little show for you."

"Fuck."

I laughed as I felt his warm come coat my fingers. The ocean washed it away in seconds, but I kept stroking him. He was a very young boy, and it took him a while to go soft. He humped against my hand while he kept finger-fucking me. With Eliza's help, I went over the edge. His fingers inside me, Eliza's on my clit, and his waning dick desperately bouncing against my hip. I came hard. "Oh fuck, yes!"

I fell back and Eliza caught me. Michael's fingers slipped out of me.

I turned to Eliza. She was grinning. "Sexy MILF," she whispered. "I knew you'd find a way to make him come first."

I squeezed her hand. "Love you," I said.

Eliza turned me by the hips and hugged me. Her little tits squeezed against mine, which was probably a nice sight for the boys. She kissed me hard. She was so horny, and I thought she might take me right there in front of our new friends.

But she pulled away and smiled. "Let's go."

The boys were all frozen in place like they were afraid to move. Perhaps they didn't want to scare us off. But I was done with them. Eliza was, too.

"Well, it was nice to meet you guys," I said. I waved and smiled like nothing had happened.

"Congratulations again," Sanjay said. "On the wedding, the baby. It was really nice to meet you."

Michael didn't have the power of speech anymore. Poor boy. Billy gave me and Eliza hugs, and I was shocked to discover he wasn't hard.

Eliza and I swam away. When we reached the beach, I looked back. The boys hadn't moved. They were close together and talking intensely.

"I can't believe I did that," I said.

"You were sexy as fuck," Eliza said.

"Do you think Jimmy will be okay with what happened."

Eliza turned me by the shoulder and looked deep into my eyes. "Isabelle, for his birthday, you gave James a girl younger than those boys. You know he's going to be perfectly okay with it. He told you to have fun. He wanted you to feel sexy."

"Wait, he orchestrated that to give me a confidence boost?"

"I wouldn't say he orchestrated anything," Eliza said. "He just saw an opportunity to give you something."

I studied her for a while. She looked so serious, but her eyes were burning. She was very horny. "Are you okay with it?" I asked.

Her mouth curled into a little smile. "I love you so much."

"But are you?"

"Yes!"

"Then why didn't you do anything with Sanjay? He wanted you bad."

"If we both started fooling around with them, it would be pretty obvious to everyone on the beach what was going on. I didn't want us to get arrested. Plus, I just wanted to watch your back. I didn't want things to get out of hand."

"Thank you, Elle."

When we reached Jimmy, he was working on his second beer and grinning like he had gotten away with a crime. "Did you have fun?" he asked.

I lay down beside him and kissed him. "I love you, James Ryan."

"I take it that you did have fun," he said.

"I did. I jerked off a boy and he fingered me until I came... with Eliza's help."

He laughed. "That's what it looked like from here."

"And you're okay with it?"

He cupped my cheek with his hand. It was cold from his beer. "I'm not jealous if that's what you're worried about. All that matters is that you enjoyed yourself."

I stared into his eyes and searched for a hint of a lie there. Jimmy looked totally at ease. I shook my head. I had underestimated him for a very long time. As much as I thought I knew him, he could still surprise me.

He raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.

"You are much more confident than I thought you were."

"Gee, thanks," he said.

"No, I mean... Men are usually so territorial."

He shrugged. "I simply trust you, Izzy. I know how you feel about me and Elle. I'm not afraid of losing you."

I thought about how afraid I had been of losing him when Eliza first entered our lives. During our first weekend together, I had been terrified of letting them have sex. Their connection was intense and deep. But I took a chance, because I felt a spark with her, too. I thought maybe the three of us could click.

I looked at Eliza, who was lying down and propped up on her elbows. As she sipped a bottle of beer, she saw me gazing at her. She raised the bottle to me in a silent salute.

I am so fucking happy to be with these two people.

"How long have we been here?" Eliza asked.

"More than three hours," Jimmy said.

I rested my head on his belly and stared at his cock, which was somehow soft. I wanted to stroke it, but I kept my hands to myself.

"I think the sun is starting to make me sleepy," Eliza said.

I didn't want Eliza to be too sleepy, because I desperately need to fuck her and Jimmy when we got back to the hotel.

"We should get going," I said.

"I'll get an Uber," Jimmy said. "The car service was only one-way."

We got dressed and packed our things. The college boys were still in the water when we left. Part of me was glad. We would never see them again. No goodbyes were needed. Plus, one of them had already gotten a memorable goodbye from me.

#

James

We trudged off the beach, up the little bluff, and down into the parking lot, which was packed with cars. I checked my phone.

"Our Uber will be here in fifteen minutes," I said.

"Not a lot of drivers out here, I guess," Izzy said. She dropped her bag and eased her body into me. Her arms came around my back as she nuzzled her face into my chest. "Jimmy, do you remember how I was feeling last summer... Before you proposed."

I kissed the top of her head. "You were worried about our connection. You thought that playing with Christina and getting together with Elle was taking away from that."

She lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me. "Yes, I really needed to feel like belonged to you. That I was yours. And that you were mine."

I touched a finger to her chin. "All mine."

"And mine," Eliza said. She stood beside us, but she kept her distance. I glanced at her. The smile on her face told me all I needed to know. She was giving me and Izzy a moment.

"I need you to make it clear sometimes," Izzy said. "Especially after what happened in the water with that boy." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Can you do that?"

"I can," I said. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her.

Izzy caressed my cheek as our kiss lingered. After a few moments, I backed away. "We still have some time before the Uber gets here."

Izzy raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Let's not waste any time then," Eliza said. She grabbed Izzy's hand led her to a corner of the parking lot where two tall SUVs were parked side by side.

"James, lay down a towel," Eliza said.

I pulled one out of my backpack and spread it on the pavement. I knew exactly what Eliza had in mind.

"Get on your knees, Izzy," I said.

She bit her lip and looked up at me with big doe eyes. "Are you sure? We might get caught."

She was teasing. Her face was already flushing with excitement.

"I want your mouth on me right now," I said. "And when we get back to the hotel, you and I are going to have some quality time together."

"What about Elle?" she asked.

Eliza shrugged. "I'll have a couple drinks at the pool and read a book. I think you need a mini-date with our husband."

"Okay." Izzy sank to her knees. Eliza stood beside her and placed a hand on the top of her head. Izzy looked up at me with a dirty little smile.

I glanced at my phone. "You have eight minutes to make me come," I said.

Izzy didn't hesitate. She yanked my swimsuit down to my ankles and gripped my cock. Her eyes were locked on mine as she opened her mouth and engulfed it. I gasped as she plunged up and down my length at a wicked pace.

Eliza grabbed a handful of Izzy's red hair, and her fist moved with Izzy's head as she bobbed up and down. Eliza took over, using the fistful of hair to guide Izzy's mouth on me.

Izzy moaned as she grabbed the base of my dick and stroked. Her lips glided up and down the rest of me under Eliza's guidance. There was no buildup with this blowjob. She and Eliza were going all out.

She backed her head away and looked up at me, still jerking me off. "Please, baby. Fill my mouth. I want to drink it all."

She stuck her tongue out as she wanked me.

"Izzy, my god," I said.

She licked the head of my dick like a lollipop. "You'll be the second man to come for me today," she said. She grinned when she saw my reaction.

"Isabelle," I groaned.

"I could have taken him here and sucked his dick. Sucked all their dicks. On my knees, naked for them. I could have let them all have me. But you're the one I want. You're the one I'll always want."

I was shaking.

"Come for me, Jimmy," she said.

"Fuck!"

She stopped talking and engulfed me with her mouth. I blasted into her and she moaned happily. She drank it all, just like she promised.

Eliza took her hand and helped her to her feet. "Good girl," she said.

They kissed, and they didn't stop kissing until our car arrived a minute later.

Izzy was insatiable after our trip to the nude beach. Back at our suite, I made good on my promise. We had sex on the bed, on a couch, on the verandah where people probably saw us. I could tell she had her confidence back... not that she ever really lost it with me or Eliza. But knowing that she was still sexy to people outside our marriage had lit a fire in her. She had role-played as a submissive with Eliza's hand on the wheel, but as I fucked her that afternoon, it often felt like she was the one who was in charge. Eliza later found us senseless and exhausted in bed, and she dragged us to the spa for some rejuvenation before dinner.

Throughout the rest of our week, we balanced our time between sex, trips to the spa, and outings organized by the resort. We went on a whale cruise, we took surfing lessons, we went snorkeling, we hiked a volcano, and we lounged on the resort's beach.

As the week progressed, Izzy took the wheel back from Eliza. She was done with being a submissive on this honeymoon. Instead, the three of us simply enjoyed each other, making love as a throuple and occasionally one-on-one if one of us was too tired.

On our final night, we went to a luau on the beach, where we had a feast of traditional Hawaiian food under torchlight. After dinner, a DJ spun records and people danced in the sand. It was a relaxing time and a nice end to our honeymoon. The three of us took turns dancing in pairs. It felt lovely to hold each of them close and sway to the music as the light cast by tiki torches dappled our bodies. We kept it pretty tame while we danced. Lots of kissing and holding, but none of the grinding and groping we sometimes did when we went to clubs.

At one point, Izzy and I were dancing alone while Eliza had a drink of water at the bar. "Jimmy, Elle and I had have been talking."

"Oh boy. What plans have you made for me?" I asked.

She shrugged. "We thought it would be fun to change things up on our last night here."

Eliza walked toward us.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

When Eliza joined us, she put an arm on each of our backs. We swayed together.

"I was just getting ready to tell Jimmy our idea," Izzy said.

Eliza nodded. She looked into my eyes intensely. The fire in her gaze made me very curious to know what they had in mind.

"Isabelle and I have decided that tonight we are in charge," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"It's your turn to be our sub," Izzy said. Her eyes widened as she waited for me to respond.

"Really?" I tried to imagine what they could have in mind? When Eliza and I "took the wheel" from Izzy, we mostly pushed her to do things she already wanted to do. We helped her indulge her fantasies. I didn't need them to push me. I was living the dream with these two ladies already.

But maybe that wasn't the point. Maybe they wanted to live out their own fantasies with me. If that was the case, I wasn't going to say no.

Eliza caressed my check. "Do you trust us?"

"Absolutely," I said. "With my life."

Izzy squeezed my hip. "You're going to have a very good time."

I smiled. "Well, okay. My safe word will be puppy."

Eliza and Izzy each grabbed one of my hands and led me away. Our time at the luau had come to an end.

As we took the elevator up to the suite, both girls leaned into me, each resting their heads against my chest. Izzy stroked my back while Eliza held my hand. No one spoke.

When we stepped into the suite, they led me to the bedroom, where they stripped me down to my underwear and made me lie on the bed. Eliza went to her large suitcase and returned with two silk scarves. One was blue and the other was green.

"What are those for?" I asked.

Neither of them spoke. Eliza handed one of the scarves to Izzy. They moved to either side of me and wrapped the scarves around my wrists and tied them to the bedposts on the headboard. When they tightened the knots, my arms lifted off the mattress.

"Test them," Eliza said to me.

I pulled on the scarves. They had no give to them. Perhaps I could have broken free if I put some muscle into it, but I felt a brief flutter of nervousness at being out of control. That feeling gave way to anticipation. What would they make me do?

They both regrouped at the foot of the bed. Tonight's luau had been casual, and Izzy wore a white tank sop and cutoff shorts. Eliza wore a gray hoodie with "Stanford Law" stenciled on the chest with black shorts.

"Do not speak unless you are spoken to," Eliza said.

Izzy started to grin, but she corrected herself and tried to look stern.

Keeping my expression neutral, I nodded.

"Good," Izzy said.

My wives turned to each other and stepped close so that their faces were just inches apart.

"Hey," Eliza said.

Izzy bit her lip. "Hi."

Eliza leaned in and kissed her. The kisses were so gentle. If I weren't tied up, I'd have felt totally at ease, happy to watch them love each other.

Two women who love me are also completely in love with each other. It's like I won the lottery.

Without breaking their kiss, Eliza eased the straps of Izzy's tank off her shoulders, but she didn't go further. With that loss of the straps' support, the tops of Izzy's aureolas peeked out. I really wanted to crawl down the bed and kiss those boobs.

Izzy grabbed the bottom of Eliza's hoodie and lifted it slowly but steadily, exposing her flat belly, the beautiful curve of her back, and those small, pert breasts. Soon, they had to stop kissing as Izzy pulled the hoodie over her head and tossed it to the floor.

Their lips came together again as Izzy palmed one of Eliza's breasts. The sight of that sent a rush through me. I tried to sit up, but the scarves restrained me. I had forgotten that I was tied up.

The girls continued to undress each other, and they completely ignored me. Once Eliza was naked and Izzy was down to her blue panties, they continued to kiss and gently explore each other's bodies for a few minutes.

Finally, they faced me again.

"You are here for our pleasure," Izzy said. Her lips quivered, either with excitement or barely suppressed giggles. "Eliza goes first."

Eliza climbed onto the bed and crawled up my body until she reached my head. She turned around and kneeled above my face.

I had a very intimate view of her recently waxed ass and pussy. Completely hairless everywhere, thanks to the resort's spa. My mouth watered.

"Make me come on your face," she said. "If you do a good job, Izzy will suck your cock."

I didn't need the promise of a reward, but the offer of a blowjob sounded nice. Still, I didn't feel dominated. I loved going down on both of them. This wasn't a big ask.

Eliza lowered herself closer to my face. I stretched out my tongue and dipped it into her cleft. She was a little wet, but not quite as turned on as I expected. Perhaps she was feeling tense. I could take care of that.

I couldn't reach her with my hands, but I could use only my tongue. I pushed it into the opening of her channel.

"Good boy," she said. "More of that."

I snaked my tongue deep, and I smiled when I heard her groan.

Eliza spread her legs and pivoted her hips forward, which brought my tongue in contact with her clit. Then she sank down, and my nose pushed between her outer lips. She smelled and tasted wonderful.

She moved her hips back and forth so that my tongue rolled across her clit and my nose teased her inner lips. Now I felt like she was dominating me. I did my best to work my tongue as she used my face.

"Elle, you are fucking his face," Izzy said.

"So good. It's so good," Eliza said.

I felt the bed move and heard kissing. Izzy had joined us. Eliza whimpered. I suspected that Izzy was doing more than kiss her.

"He's such a good boy," Izzy said.

"Very good. I'm so fucking turned on."

"Get yourself off, baby," Izzy said.

Her body shook, and she stopped moving her pussy over my face. I took the opportunity to attack her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Eliza's hands landed my chest. I felt her weight as she steadied herself.

"You look so sexy," Izzy said.

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

Eliza's pussy dripped all over me as I made her come.

Suddenly, Eliza climbed off and sat beside me.

"He earned his reward," Eliza said.

Izzy nodded with a sweet smile for me. She moved to my cock on all fours and lowered her head over it, taking most of my length into her mouth. She bobbed up and down.

"Oh, that's good," I said.

"You're not allowed to speak unless spoken to," Eliza said.

"Sorry." I wasn't used to this kind of situation. But it was very fun.

Izzy bobbed up and down on my dick a few more times. She was such a talented cock sucker, and she had only gotten better as she learned what I liked over the years.

Then she stopped and sat up.

I tilted my head in a silent question, since I wasn't allowed to talk out of turn.

"Do you have something to say?" Izzy asked.

"I thought you were going to suck my dick since I made Eliza come."

"She did suck your dick," Eliza said. She kissed my forehead. "No one said she would get you off."

I laughed. "Okay."

Izzy got off the bed and went to Eliza's suitcase. She came back with Eliza's strap-on. My eyes widened. Were they going to use that on me? I was NOT interested in pegging. My mind froze up as I tried to remember my safe word.

Puppy.

I was ready to say it as Eliza helped strap the fake cock to Izzy, who looked up from Eliza's tinkering and smiled at me. Her eyes narrowed. "Look at him, he's nervous."

Elize glanced my way. "Oh, James, this isn't for you. Do you really think we'd do that?"

I shrugged as best as I could with my arms bound to the headboard.

When Eliza was satisfied that the strap-on was properly fitted onto Izzy, she gave the redhead a playful smack on the ass. Then she crawled onto the bed and positioned herself perpendicular to me. She was on her hands and knees with her face hovering just above mine. Her sexy little boobs hanged tantalizingly close. I had an urge to cup them, but my bound hands couldn't reach.

"Isabelle is going to fuck me now. My pussy is hers tonight. Not yours. Unless you earn it."

"How do I earn it?" I asked.

She smiled. "We'll tell you that later. Oh!"

I looked down Eliza's body and saw Izzy positioned at her ass. She was already inside her.

"Mm, my wife is fucking me, James."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I looked into Eliza's eyes. Her face flushed as her head moved back and forth with the power of Izzy's thrusts.

Izzy cupped one of Eliza's boobs. I stared longingly as her hand gently caressed it and massaged the fat nipple.

"Mm," Izzy said. "This feels so nice."

Every thrust into Eliza was stimulating Izzy's pussy, too. Soon, their bodies were slapping loudly together. Eliza closed her eyes and grunted with each thrust.

"You've gotten very good at this, Izzy," Eliza said.

"You've let me practice on you quite a bit, especially when Jimmy isn't home."

Eliza opened her eyes and smiled at me. "It's true. When you work late or go out with friends, we get a lot of practice with this thing."

I let out frustrated groan.

"I think James is getting restless," Eliza said.

"Good, that's how we want him. Restless and desperate." Izzy spanked Eliza's ass.

"Oh yeah," Eliza said. She lowered herself to rest on her elbows. This brought her face very close to mine. Her hot breath blew across me with each grunt as Izzy continued to pound her.

"Make me come, sweetie," Eliza said. "I want to come on your dick."

Izzy laughed. "Cream on my big cock, you slut."

Izzy grabbed a handful of Eliza's hair and pulled, forcing her to head to retreat from mine. She stared at the ceiling as Izzy continued to slap against her. Eliza moved a hand between her legs and played with her clit.

"Oh, god. Yes!" Eliza eyes squeezed shut and her mouth formed a perfect O.

The slapping sound was joined by a wet squelching as Eliza's pussy flooded all over the dildo. She collapsed onto the bed.

I strained at my bindings. I wanted to touch them. Kiss them. Fuck them. I growled with frustration.

Eliza raised her head from the mattress and smiled at me. "I think it's time."

She climbed out of bed. I looked to Izzy, who had already removed the strap-on. Eliza came to her side and turned her around so that Izzy's back was to me. Eliza hooked her fingers into the waistband of Izzy's panties and pulled them down. She lowered herself slowly to the floor as she slid the underwear down Izzy's legs, past her ankles, and off her feet.

Eliza kissed one of Izzy's butt cheeks and stood up. When she moved to the side to give me a clear view of Izzy, I gasped. The flared end of a stainless steel butt plug hung from Izzy's ass.

Izzy spun and both of them stared at me quietly.

"Jimmy," Izzy said. "I want you to fuck my ass."

"Izzy, that's not your thing," I said. "You've never truly wanted that."

Both girls climbed onto the bed and knee-walked toward me. As they loomed over me, Eliza looped her arm over Izzy's shoulder.

"She wants this," Eliza said. "And you don't get to say no tonight."

"I... I have a safe word," I said.

"Yes, you do," Izzy said. "And you can use it if you want. But I will be very disappointed."

"Isabelle wants you to take her ass, James," Eliza said. "She's been talking it over with me for weeks, asking me questions about why I like it and what it feels like and how to do it right."

Izzy rested her head on Eliza's shoulder. "We took the wheel and took charge tonight because we knew you'd be reluctant to do this with me."

"I don't want to hurt you," I said. My eyes got wet. I thought about her pregnant body. I did not want to hurt her or the baby. At the same time, I knew I wouldn't. I would be gentle. And Izzy and the baby were tougher than that.

"You won't, Jimmy," Izzy said.

"She's prepped all day," Eliza said.

"More than that, I know you won't hurt me because you love me. You are gentle and kind and you take care of me. And when I want you to be a little rough, you can do that, too. Tonight, I want to be fucked in the ass."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Izzy rolled her eyes.

Eliza leaned close and grabbed my chin between a thumb and forefinger. "Enough, James. You're ours tonight. You'll do what we say. Otherwise, you can lie there tied up and watch me fuck her ass."

Izzy shivered. "One way or another, someone is taking my ass." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I really want it to be you."

"Okay," I said.

They both laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You sound like you're accepting a punishment," Izzy said.

"Which is not what is happening here," Eliza said. "You're about to get the ultimate prize. You can't deny it. You're thrilled."

I smiled. "Yeah, this is ridiculous."

"Hands and knees, sweetie," Eliza said.

Izzy dropped onto her hands and knees and turned so that I had a sidelong view of her.

"I'm going to get her ready for you," Eliza said.

Eliza slid her tongue across her upper lip and moved behind Izzy. She took hold of the butt plug and Izzy shuddered as she turned her head my way. She maintained eye contact with me as Eliza pulled the plug slowly.

Her mouth gaped. "Oh, fuck!" Izzy's hips rolled slightly

Eliza took her time, careful not to hurt our wife.

When it was finally out, Eliza carried the plug over to the side table and placed it on a tissue. She grabbed a bottle of lube, which I hadn't noticed earlier. She took up her position behind Izzy and squeezed a dollop of lube onto her index finger. She rubbed it around and then placed the finger at Izzy's butthole.

"Ready?" Eliza asked.

"Uh huh."

Eliza carefully pushed her finger all the way into Izzy's ass.

"Fuck yes!" Izzy whipped her head around in ecstasy.

As Eliza slowly fucked her finger in and out of Izzy's butt, she leaned closer until her face was just below her hand. She stuck out her tongue and traced down Izzy's swollen labia.

"Mmmmm!" Izzy lifted her head toward the ceiling. "Oh yeah."

"How does my finger feel in your ass?" Eliza said.

"Gooooood," Izzy said.

Eliza licked and sucked at Izzy's dripping pussy as she pushed her lubed finger in and out of her asshole.

Izzy had a dreamy expression on her face as she looked at me. "I'm going to come," she said.

Eliza moved her other hand to Izzy's clit. More than just her tongue, Eliza's whole mouth was working on Izzy's pussy, licking and sucking and nipping at her while she finger-fucked her ass and massaged her clit. I had never seen Eliza devour Izzy so totally, all in preparation for me.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" Izzy shouted.

"I can feel you coming," Eliza said.

"Elle, you are so good get getting me off. Oh god!"

Izzy collapsed onto her belly. She rolled onto her side to face me. Her body was flushed from her face to her swollen pregnant belly. Her thighs glistened with come.

Eliza stood up and walked to the side of the bed. She undid the knotted scarf and my hand dropped to the mattress. I sighed with relief as I felt some circulation return. She walked around the bed and united the other scarf.

Izzy crawled closer and lay beside me. She kissed my cheek and poured lube onto my dick. "Jimmy, it's time to fuck my ass. Please trust me. This is what I want."

"I trust you," I said. I kissed her lips and stroked her hip and her back. My fingers trailed lightly up her spine and she shuddered as she rubbed the lube up and down my hard cock.

"Oh god, I want you in my ass now." Izzy pushed herself onto her hands and knees. "Let's go. I'm still in charge, mister. Hop to it."

Eliza laughed as she sat on the bed beside Izzy. I removed my boxers and moved around to Izzy's bum.

This was it. I was going to fuck Izzy's ass. She had flirted with the idea for a long time, but I never thought she would get to the point where she essentially demanded it.

I had never needed this from her, but I wasn't going to deny her, either. Honestly, anal sex with Eliza had always been intense, hot, and deliciously nasty. It was a unique feeling. And now I was about to share that with Izzy.

Izzy looked at back at me with a raised eyebrow, and I knew she wouldn't accept anymore hesitation.

I took hold of my cock and pressed it against her asshole. I'd never studied it before. It was pinker than Eliza's brown little ring, puckered and cute and I wanted to kiss it. Instead, I pushed the head of my cock against it.

Izzy gasped and dipped her head low. I pressed forward, feeling the resistance of her anal ring. I paused to check for her reaction.

"Keep going," she said.

I slowly increased the pressure until the head of my cock pushed through that ring of muscle.

"Oh my god!" Izzy shifted forward like she was trying to get away from my cock.

I paused and let her get used to me. Soon she wiggled her ass.

"Deeper."

I pushed. "God your ass is so tight."

"That's because I'm an anal virgin." She let out a throaty laugh.

Eliza laughed, too. "You're deflowering our sweet Isabelle."

Izzy pushed back gently, forcing more of my cock inside her.

"That's right, baby. You get to be my first. Wouldn't it have been amazing if you could have been my first everything?"

I pushed a little more.

"Oh, Elle, he feels so fucking huge."

"Are you good?" Eliza asked.

"Yes! It hurts a little, but I feel like I could come any second."

"Keep going, James," Eliza said.

Izzy whimpered. Her hand wandered toward Eliza, who reached out and grasped it. They held hands as I pushed a little further. Soon I was all the way into her ass.

"So big," Izzy gasped. "I feel like I'm being split in half!"

I pulled out slowly. The sensation made my own ass clench. "Amazing, Izzy. Your ass is amazing."

"Fuck me."

I obeyed.

Izzy moaned with every thrust. My hips slapped against her butt again and again as she took all of my cock.

"Oh my god, Elle. He's fucking my ass! He's fucking my ass." The last sentence was a whisper.

"Do you like it?" Eliza asked.

Izzy didn't answer right away. Soon she looked back at me with a hungry expression. "Go harder."

As I went faster and slammed harder into her ass, Eliza spun around and scooted under Izzy. Soon they were in a sixty-nine position.

"Oh god!" Izzy lifted her head and screamed. Her ass clenched my dick, which forced me to slow down. That's when I felt Eliza's tongue lap at my balls. She was clearly concentrating on Izzy's pussy, eating her while I fucked her ass. But she took a moment to give me a lick.

When Izzy unclenched, I resumed my steady thrusting. My orgasm was imminent. I slowed down, wanting Izzy to come first.

I decided to urge her along.

"Izzy, your slutty little ass feels amazing on my cock."

"Oh, yeah."

"I love fucking you," I said. I reached for her tits, so swollen with her pregnancy, and squeezed them.

"Do me, Jimmy!"

I pinched her nipples as I pounded her.

"Your ass is so fucking tight. You're such a perfect slut for me."

"Fuck yes! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" She humped back against me as she came all over my dick and Eliza's face."Come in my ass, baby."

That was all the inspiration I needed. I released into her.

"Oh, that feels so crazy," Izzy said.

I pulled out of her ass and she collapsed onto the bed just as Eliza rolled out from under her. I fell onto my side. We all lay there gasping for breath for a few moments.

"That was amazing," Izzy said. "What a rush. I want to do it again!"

"Not tonight," Eliza said. "You're running on adrenaline. You're going to be sore. Trust me. If you let him fuck your ass again tonight, you will regret it."

Izzy rolled onto her back and held out her arms. I crawled over and cuddled with her. Eliza sat up and smiled down at us. "James, you were a very good boy. You did exactly as instructed."

"Eventually," Izzy said. "He was so afraid to deflower my butt."

"I loved it," I said. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Izzy."

Izzy kissed me and stroked my cheek as she stared at me. "Baby, it's okay. You wanted to make sure this was what I really wanted. And it is. I want you to have all of me. I want to give myself to both of you completely."

Some time passed as we lay together, stroking and kissing each other idly. We talked about logistics for tomorrow. We had a long day of travel ahead of us. As amazing as this week had been, we were looking forward to getting back to our house, which still felt very new to all of us.

"I can't wait to see Byron," Izzy said. "I miss his little face!"

Eliza sat up. "James, come with me."

"What's up?" I asked.

I let her pull me out of bed. She led me to the bathroom and ran the shower. As she waited for it to get hot, she hugged me and rested her head against my chest. "She really wanted that."

"Clearly," I said.

"Get in."

I stepped into the steamy shower, and she followed. Soon she was washing my whole body, much as I had done for her and Izzy many times. I let myself enjoy it. When she got to work on cleaning my cock, she looked up at me with a hungry smile. "You did a good job with Isabelle. Thank you. She really needed to go there with you. I don't think she'll do that very often, at least not as much as I will. But she needed to experience it."

"Thanks for helping me get past my stupid hangup about it," I said.

"It wasn't stupid. She's always been reluctant, and you wanted to make sure she honestly wanted it." She bit her lip. "More importantly, you've been a good little sub."

"Oh?"

She smiled. "Yes. You've earned this." She lowered her hand to her pussy and pressed a finger between her lips. "I really need to fuck you, James."

"I thought your pussy belonged to Izzy tonight. That's what you said."

"I said you could have it if you behaved. And you behaved perfectly."

I took her in my arms, and we kissed for quite a while under the water.

I brought her back to the bed. Izzy wore a huge grin on her face. She knew what was coming, and she was looking forward to watching. The sex was gentle, slow, and lasted for quite a while. Izzy lay beside us with a blissed out smile on her face.

"Look at you two," she said as Eliza and I reached our climax. "You are so beautiful together. My husband and wife."

Later, we packed. We ate some room service dessert. We watched a little mindless TV. And we went to bed with me in the middle. Izzy lay on her side with her head on my extended arm. Eliza snoozed with her head resting on my chest. As I drifted off, I thanked the universe for the gift of these two women. I couldn't wait to get home and start married life.

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Epilogue

Jimmy

I woke to the sound of my baby crying and sat up. It was the middle of the night, and someone lay beside me on our bed. It was too dark to know if it was Izzy or Eliza.

I reached out and stroked her hair and recognized the feel of Izzy's red curls. Eliza was not with us.

"Hush, Sophia," Eliza said. It was her voice on the baby monitor. She was in the nursery. "Mama's here."

I climbed out of bed carefully to avoid waking Izzy, who needed her sleep. She had given birth to our baby, Sophia Eliza Ryan, four months ago, and she now spent most days alone with her. Mine and Eliza's parental leaves had ended last month. Izzy loved her daughter, but she was stressed and exhausted from taking care of her alone every day. Thus, Eliza and I never let her get up when Sophia woke in the middle of the night. Izzy loved being a mom, but she needed to sleep. I bent down and kissed her gently before getting out of bed.

I tip-toed to the nursery and paused just outside the open door. Outlined in moonlight pouring in from the window, Eliza stood next to the crib with Sophia cradled in her arms. She rocked our baby back and forth and Sophia's cries soon quieted.

Eliza lowered her face to Sophia's forehead and kissed her. "I love you so much," she told her. "My perfect girl."

I stepped into the room and Eliza turned to me. Now that I was closer, I could see her face and her tired smile. I rested my palm against the back of Sophia's head. I enjoyed the silkiness of my baby's hair. Sophia came out of Izzy's womb with thin blonde fuzz on her scalp. Over the last two months her hair had turned red, much to my delight.

"Hi, love," Eliza whispered to me.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Sleeping."

I rubbed Eliza's back. "Thanks to you. Should we put her down?"

"Just another minute." She touched her nose to Sophie's head and breathed her in. "God, I love that smell."

She rocked Sophia in her arms while I stroked Eliza's back. Finally, she placed the baby carefully in the crib.

When Eliza turned away from Sophia, I encircled her with my arms.

"Hey," she said. She kissed my chest.

"Hey," I answered.

"Come with me. I want to tell you something," She took my hand and led me out of the nursery and into the guest room. She hugged me again. We stayed like that for a while.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Mm. Yes."

"I'm just wondering why we're in here instead of in bed with Izzy."

"Oh." She stepped back and smiled. "I wanted to talk for a second."

"What about?"

She folded her arms over her chest and looked away.

"Elle?" I said.

She looked up at me again. "I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

She touched her fingers to my cheek and let them glide down my neck and onto my chest. "I'm ready to have your baby."

My jaw dropped. "I thought you wanted to wait. To put in a full year at the new job before we started trying."

"It's been close to a year." With her chest now pressed to mine, she tilted her head back to look at me. "Sophia has made me realize I'm ready. And I really want to give you baby."

"Your job is important to you," I said. "Are you sure?"

"James, my job won't go anywhere. And I'll be doing this for us. I want to give you a baby because I love you. I want to give Isabelle a baby. And it's for Sophia, too. I want Sophia to grow up with a brother or sister. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be perfect," I said.

I kissed her.

"Mm." Her lips parted for me and our kiss turned passionate.

"When do you want to start trying?" I asked.

"I stopped taking the pill," she said. "I'm ovulating right now."

"I'm guessing you talked this over with Izzy and made this decision without me."

"Don't pout. You know that Isabelle and I like to plot. It's our thing." She took my hand and led me to the guest bed. "Since you're awake, let's get started." She peeled off her tee-shirt and panties and lay down. "Of course, if you'd rather go to sleep and pick this up tomorrow, I'll understand.

I laughed and stripped off my boxers. "Not a chance."

"Oh, so you finally told him," Izzy said. Eliza and I both flinched. Izzy was standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing awake?" I asked.

"I heard her on the baby monitor," Izzy said. "When she said she wanted to tell you something, I knew what she was going to say."

"Of course you did," I said. "My wives are constantly making decisions for me."

"I said don't pout." Eliza grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of her.

"I'm not pouting," I said. "I'm just amused."

"Isabelle, would you like to join us?" Eliza asked.

Izzy skipped across the room and jumped into bed with us. She planted a hot kiss on my lips and did the same with Eliza. Then she lay down on her side and braced her head up with her hand resting on an elbow. "I'm sleepy and on my period. I'll just watch. I love watching you together."

Eliza reached out and clasped Izzy's free hand in her own. She looked up at me. "Just a quickie and we can go back to bed."

I pushed myself inside her and her eyes widened with a gasp.

"I have no intention of making this quick," I said.

My wives both laughed and Izzy moved closer to kiss my shoulder. "Make her scream for you, Jimmy," she said.

"Isabelle, that would wake the baby," Eliza said.

I withdrew halfway and pushed back into her. Eliza bit her hand as I set a slow pace. I remembered my first time having sex with her. Eliza had been on top, and Izzy lay beside us in our bed like she was right now. I had known in that moment there was no turning back. Eliza had looked into my eyes as she took me inside, and I felt my heart explode. I had been terrified because I knew in that moment that I was in love with both women. Now I was married to them.

"You like that?" Izzy asked.

"I think he really is going to make me scream," Eliza said. "He feels so good."

Izzy scooted closer and kissed Eliza's cheek. "I'll cover your mouth. Scream as much as you want."

"Okay" Eliza pulled my head down to kiss me. Then she turned to Izzy, who kissed her even harder.

We didn't make a baby that night, but we kept trying. Less than ten months later, Sophia was blessed with a little sister. Evelyn Isabella Ryan.

The End