Chapter 13: Beneath the Surface ll

-- FRIDAY, DECEMBER 14, 2007 --

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into the open air as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into my girlfriend's pussy. White-knuckled as I gripped her hips, I kept my pelvis pressed flush against her curvaceous ass, cramming every last inch of my cock as deep as it would go into her body. Groaning with every cumshot that burst forth, I pumped more and more of my liquid love into the depths of her womb, until there was nothing left to give and I felt all tension and strength evaporate from my body.

I no longer had enough energy to keep my head upright, so I let my neck relax and allowed my chin to drop down to my chest. Gasping for breath, my shoulders slumped, and I nearly collapsed onto Sasha's naked back, but I managed to remain kneeling although I sat back on my heels, my grip on Sasha's hips tugging her back with me so that my deflating prick did not yet pull out of her pussy.

However, I did manage to pull Sasha away from Adrienne's pussy. Sitting up against the headboard in her bedroom, my fiancée gasped for breath in the aftermath of her own final orgasm, the climax triggered by the grunting sounds of me spunking our girlfriend between us. With Sasha's head tugged away from her crotch by a foot or so, the blonde supermodel settled for rubbing her own clit and fondling her own breasts as she came down from her orgasmic peak.

But she didn't settle for long. Eventually, my limp penis slipped out of Sasha's snatch, and the busty brunette leaned forward and rolled onto her back, leaking a trail of cock sauce from her swollen, open pussy lips.

Humming an eager "Mmm...", Adrienne crawled forward directly over the top of Sasha's equally-naked body, forming an impromptu sixty-nine, and she ducked her head down like a prissy cat to lap up the milky cream from her favorite dish.

I smiled and watched them for a minute or two, long enough to witness Adrienne reverse her orientation and snowball my load from her mouth down to Sasha's. The girls finished up with warm, wet kisses and playful morning giggles. And only after their affections seemed to wind down did I finally point to the clock and announce, "We'd better get dressed or we'll be late to work."

"Not today," Sasha announced as she pulled Adrienne down for another sweet kiss. She didn't elaborate immediately, remaining lip-locked with her girlfriend for at least another minute. In the meantime, I got off the bed and started hunting around for my pajamas. But when she finally broke for air and looked back over at me, she finally explained. "I took the day off, so no need for me to rush."

"Another day off? How many vacation days do you get? Especially with our Lake Tahoe trip coming up?" I wondered. Having already donned my underwear and pajama pants, I simply slung the t-shirt over my shoulder.

"I get a ton. Why, jealous?"

"Totally jealous. Between the trip to camp and Tahoe, I'm plumb out. But if you're off, maybe I can come home early from work today. The three of us can get a head start on the weekend."

Adrienne sat up and frowned. "It's Friday. Aren't you going to Berkeley?"

I grinned. "Not today. I wanted to spend the weekend with you."

Sasha furrowed her eyebrows. "But the three of us just had a date night last night."

"I didn't mean just the three of us, but I'm not going to Berkeley. I'm staying home this weekend to spend a little more quality time with everyone here."

"Quality time?" Adrienne arched an eyebrow. "Kim's bit about you being spread too thin and not paying us enough attention?"

I blinked. "Actually, it was Dawn's idea last Sunday, even before Kim talked to me about all that. This way, I won't have to be torn between two places. And since Dawn and DJ said they'd be coming here, you guys get to play with them too! Sasha, you did say it's been too long."

Sasha grimaced and sat up slowly. "Uh, I did. But..." she trailed off and looked at Adrienne.

"Actually, Tiger, we planned our own mini-vacation," Adrienne explained. Shaking her head, she continued, "We assumed you'd be going to Berkeley for the weekend like you've been doing for the last few months straight. So I booked a little Napa trip for me and Sasha yesterday. Just a spontaneous thing. We were going to drive up after breakfast."

I blinked. "Just the two of you?"

Sasha apologized, "Sorry, we didn't know you'd be free. Like Adrienne said, we assumed you'd be in Berkeley, so we figured it would be a good time for a romantic getaway. It's not like we aren't used to being away from you on the weekends. And it's not like we won't have a chance to play with the other girls soon; we ARE all going to Lake Tahoe next weekend."

"I know, but..."

The girls shared a look with each other, communicating something non-verbally. Adrienne frowned, and Sasha gave her a noncommittal shrug. And Adrienne finally turned her attention back to me, saying, "Well, why don't you drive up and join us after you get off work? I know you've been worried about neglecting us and all, so the last thing we want to do is turn around and abandon you."

I thought about that for a second but shook my head. "No, it's okay. You planned this spontaneous fun trip for the two of you, and I don't want to be a third wheel. Wine tasting and all that stuff isn't really my thing. I know you both will have more fun without me dragging you down."

"Oh, Tiger," Adrienne began, sliding off the bed and wrapping her still-naked body around me. She pecked my nose and then nuzzled it with hers, adding, "You never drag me down."

I chuckled and nuzzled her nose back. "Well you do call me a 'rock'."

"You're my rock, the foundation beneath everything I do. That's why I'm marrying you. And if you want to come along, you know we'd love to have you." She leaned forward and licked my ear. "Especially at night."

I grinned, pecked her lips, and then let her go from my grasp. "That may be, but I also don't want to intrude. Sasha's the one who called this a 'romantic getaway', and the two of you don't need me there."

"The three of us did fuck all last night and this morning," Sasha pointed out.

"Very true." I smiled and gestured dismissively, saying, "Seriously: go, have fun, and we can have our nighttime fun when you get back."

Sasha joined us. "You sure? I don't want you to feel neglected."

Adrienne laughed. "Neglected? Dawn and DJ are still coming here, right? Not to mention Dayna, Brandi, Kim--"

"Alright, alright, I get it, I get it," I laughed. "Looks like we're settled: You two have your romantic Napa getaway, and I'll be fine just here. If nothing else, Dayna will appreciate the extra attention for a weekend."

"Now you're thinking." Adrienne patted me on the head.

I rolled my eyes and kissed her. A moment later, I was kissing Sasha. And a moment after that, my two naked girlfriends were kissing each other and slipping in some tongue while collapsing back onto the bed.

Shaking my head, I backed up toward the door. "As much as I'd love to climb back in bed with you, I really do have to get ready for work."

"You'll be with us in spirit!" Sasha announced, reaching under the bed and pulling out one of the Ben Juniors.

"Love you, Tiger," Adrienne called with a wave before ducking her head and suckling one of Sasha's nipples.

"Love you both," I replied. And then I left.

"Look, Daddy's home!" Seated on the sofa, Kim pointed toward the front door to direct BJ's attention as he looked up from his spot on the floor in front of a wooden Melissa & Doug jigsaw puzzle.

My son looked up, smiled his four-tooth grin, and immediately cheered, "Joo!"

"Hi, Auntie June," Kim added.

"Hey, kiddo," June greeted as she kicked off her shoes and walked with me into the living room. Together, we knelt down at the edge of the rug, and June opened her arms for a hug while BJ got up and ran over to us. But to my surprise, and hers, BJ jumped into my arms first.

"Da-da!" My son hugged me and held up the green T-Rex cutout from his puzzle.

"Hey, whatcha got there? Is this a Tyrannosaurus Rex? Can you say Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

"Rek!" BJ proudly repeated.

I grinned and rubbed his head. "Close enough."

BJ handed over the puzzle piece, waited for me to take it from him, and then scrambled off my lap. A moment later, he returned with a yellow stegosaurus piece, this time standing in front of June and holding it out to her expectantly.

Smiling, June took the puzzle piece from him, took the green T-Rex from me, and then followed on all fours across the rug while BJ toddled back to the puzzle. I frowned, watching him leave me, but Kim set her hand on my shoulder.

As if having read my mind, she explained, "He knows it's Friday. June always comes over for dinner and does puzzles with him while you're usually in Berkeley. It's kind of their routine." With that, she turned and headed back to the kitchen to start dinner.

I got up and followed her. "June always comes over on Fridays?"

Kim blushed and shrugged. "It's kind of our date night."

I popped my eyebrows. "Date night?"

"Well, we don't go out or anything. But after we put BJ to sleep, she and I go over to your room and ... you know. You're always in Berkeley on Fridays. With Adrienne and Sasha always going out to Friday night parties, we usually have the place to ourselves, so..."

I smiled as my mind filled with visions of the two beautiful Asian babes intertwined in my bedsheets, and I even glanced across the kitchen island back into the living room to watch June play with my son. "No need to explain, but am I ruining your plans by being here tonight?"

"No, not at all. I'm thrilled you're spending the weekend here. BJ certainly has been happier with Daddy around more often."

I popped my eyebrows. "You sure June's going to be alright knowing I'm right outside the door?"

Kim shrugged. "Who says you have to stay outside the door? First time she ever had an orgasm was while watching you fuck Dayna right in front of us. Might actually be a nice way to change things up since it's been what – five months? – since she last saw something like that. It's not like she's never seen your junk before, and she's due for a repeat."

I chuckled. "Uh, didn't think of that. But if you think that's best..."

Kim winced and whispered quietly, "Oh, but Brandi. Not entirely sure if June's ready for that secret just yet. Incest is pretty far out there for her, but I don't want to ... Maybe you should go down to the girls' apartment after dinner instead."

I sighed. "I meant to talk to you about that, but it's been a busy week. Did Brandi not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Brandi... 'broke up' with me."

Kim's eyebrows went wide. "She did?"

"Sasha and Adrienne didn't seem to know, either. Thought you girls shared everything."

"No, she didn't tell us." Kim abruptly punched me in the chest. "YOU didn't tell us."

"You girls normally share all that stuff with each other automatically. Especially you. I thought you took pride in knowing everything that goes on in my life."

Kim scowled. "When did it happen? On your date Wednesday night?"

I nodded. "She said that going on the date reminded her of everything she's missing by not going out and getting a real boyfriend. She doesn't have any moral conflicts with having sex with me, but if I keep regularly satisfying her urges, she has no motivation to get out there in the social scene anymore. So until she gets a better grip on all that, she's cut me off."

Shaking her head, Kim muttered, "I did notice that she seemed more withdrawn than usual. And Dayna didn't mention ... But I never..." Her voice trailed off as she silently finished that thought. A moment later, she glanced across the room again to make sure June was occupied and out of earshot. Then she wrapped me up in a hug and whispered into my ear, "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I'm fine. She's still my sister and we both still love each other. It's not the first time she's asked me to maintain some platonic boundaries, and I still believe she'll eventually come back to a point in her life where she wants to resume that level of intimacy. She's off, then she's on, and for now she's off again. I can handle it."

Kim stood back on her heels for a second, looking thoughtful, although she still kept her arms around my waist. "Knowing Dayna, she's probably going to take Brandi out on the town. Friday night and all. It would be just like her to think about setting Brandi up."

I sighed. "You're probably right."

"We can ask them when they come up for dinner. And even if they DO go out, you said Dawn and DJ are still coming over, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Dawn texted me when they got to the Berkeley BART station. They'll probably be here in another twenty minutes or so."

Kim inhaled deeply, let go of me, and took a step back as she exhaled. Glancing once more at June playing with BJ, she stared off into the distance while muttering, "So we're still gonna have a full house for dinner, but not quite as full as I would have hoped."

"What do you mean by that?"

Eyebrows furrowed, Kim looked lost in thought for a moment before looking over at me. She parted her lips to speak, but hesitated. And only after another few beats did she take a deep breath, sigh, and give me a serious look. "Adrienne and Sasha. I'm worried."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I replied, "Worried about what?"

"Worried about you losing them."

I snorted. "I'm not losing them. We had a great time Thursday night, AND this morning."

"How many times do I have to tell you that sex is not a substitute for 'quality time'?"

"That's not what I'm trying to say. Adrienne and Sasha are fine with the amount of quality time we already have. I brought up this whole 'spread too thin' thing with them on Tuesday, and they told me straight up you were worried over nothing. They both understood what they were getting into when they started dating me; both knew that I'd have other girls in my life. Didn't you?"

"Of course I did, but just because they accept less quality time in your relationship doesn't mean they should have less quality time with you. Adrienne's your fiancée. You need to spend MORE time with her to show her she's your priority."

I shook my head. "It's actually worked out the other way around. Ever since I proposed, Adrienne's needed less of my time. She has the security of knowing she's the only woman in the world wearing my engagement ring, and she's less anxious about somehow losing me from her life. Before, she used to think she had to compromise her lifestyle in order to keep me in it, but now she knows that I'll love her no matter what, even if she wants to do her own thing from time to time. That engagement ring is her sense of freedom, not a leash."

Shaking her head, Kim stated, "Her engagement ring is your leash. With it, she thinks she can do whatever the hell she wants and you'll always follow to be there for her."

"I AM always going to be there for her."

"You forget, I was there the last time Adrienne thought she could do whatever the hell she wanted while you'd always be there for her."

"What are you talking about?"

Sighing, Kim stared into the living room for another minute before taking a deep breath and fixing me with a sharp look. "I'm talking about Grace."

"What about Grace?"

"That was the last time Adrienne fell in love with a girl while she was supposed to be with you. Haven't you seen the signs? The sheer amount of time Sasha and Adrienne spend together? The nights cuddled up on the couch watching TV. The way they leave their hands on each other's legs underneath the dining table? This freaking 'romantic getaway' to Napa?!?"

Gesturing with my hands for Kim to calm down, I said, "Hold on, hold on, hold on. This is completely different from the situation with Grace. For one thing, me putting too much commitment pressure on her is exactly what drove Adrienne to Grace to get away from me. This time, I'm allowing Adrienne her freedom. It's the exact opposite of pressure. Secondly, Sasha is MY girlfriend, too. We've been in this three-way relationship for a long time, so it's not like when Adrienne just said out of the blue that she'd fallen in love with Grace. I KNOW she and Sasha love each other, and they both love ME. Grace certainly didn't have any strong feelings for me."

"Things may be different in some ways, but they're far too similar in very important ways." Kim waggled a scolding finger in my face. "Getting engaged to Adrienne has done more than give you a sense of security about your relationship, it's given you a sense of complacency. You think you don't have to put any effort into maintaining the relationship. You think you can both go off and do your own thing and be with other people and in the end you'll have your wedding and it'll be Happily Ever After."

"You're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be."

"What bigger red flag do you need? The two of them just left without you for a 'romantic getaway' and assume you'll be taken care of by someone else. Does Valentine's Day with Paige not ring a bell?"

"This is a completely different situation from that."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Shaking her head, Kim turned her back to me and almost violently flipped the starter switch on the gas range. Blue flames immediately erupted beneath the big pot full of water she'd already placed there. "Then you're blind, Ben. Either you don't see it, or you don't WANT to see it, but you're being blind. Sasha hasn't spent the night in her own bed since before Thanksgiving. They spend every weekend joined at the hip, going out on dates and partying with Adrienne's model friends and spending more quality time together in a single week than you've had with either of them for the past month. This stuff is happening to your relationship whether you see it or not."

I sighed and set my hand on Kim's shoulder, but she didn't turn back to face me. "I'm not being blind. I know how much both Adrienne and Sasha love me, and I also know how much they love each other. I'm happy they have each other specifically because my attention is spread out among everyone else. Having Adrienne and Sasha grow closer together makes our three-way relationship stronger, not weaker. If nothing else, they're both still female, and you and I both know that at the end of the day, neither of them is a true lesbian."

Closing her eyes, Kim shook her head once more. "You still don't get it. This is NOT about sex. You ARE losing them ... to each other. Every day, Adrienne and Sasha grow more and more in love with each other ... and less and less with you."

In the end, Kim and I had to agree to disagree. Brandi and Dayna arrived to have dinner with us, with Dawn and DJ arriving shortly thereafter. All week I'd been looking forward to the possibility of another chance to have all three Evans sisters at the same time, but Dayna put the kibosh on that idea when she explained that she indeed would be taking Brandi out on the town tonight after dinner. Nothing was said about Brandi's broken relationship with me, not with June in the room with us, but at one point Brandi and Dayna did pull Dawn and DJ into a bedroom to explain the situation to them.

So even though Dawn had first raised the idea of her and DJ coming over to The City so that I wouldn't be torn away from my three 'official' girlfriends, none of my three official girlfriends actually stayed in the apartment tonight. Still, Kim expressed her gratitude to Dawn and DJ for coming over instead of stealing me away to Berkeley, and the five of us settled in and enjoyed a Friday night playing with BJ until it was his bedtime.

What followed was a very enjoyable evening, if initially a little awkward. I'd found time to pull Dawn and DJ aside into a bedroom again to explain the situation with June. They were of course familiar with her little sister, Eve, from the younger Song sister's frequent visits to the Berkeley house, and had heard stories from both me and Eve about the socially-inept but trying to learn virgin. But this was their first time meeting June face-to-face, and I don't think either of them expected I'd ask them to fuck me in front of her as a way of continuing the sheltered young woman's sexual education.

Thankfully, I broke the ice on that subject relatively early in the evening, so Dawn and DJ had some time to wrap their heads around the idea. It's not like June didn't already know I was fucking both them and Dayna as well. And when Kim and June both went into Kim's bedroom to put BJ to sleep, I suggested that the two Evans sisters and I get started first so that they could get warmed up before we actually had an audience.

My co-worker and my baby mama were gone for about twenty minutes before returning to the living room. By then DJ was kneeling in front of the couch, slowly bobbing her head up and down my erect column of man meat, and Dawn sat beside me with her shirt open and her hand in her own crotch while we shared sloppy wet tongue-filled kisses.

June was the first to arrive, stopping dead in her tracks and gasping in surprise to find that we'd started already. At the sound, Dawn broke our kiss and glanced over, gasping in surprise herself even though she should have known June and Kim would join us eventually.

Or perhaps Dawn was freezing up because of the gawking expression on June's face. After all, it wasn't the first time someone had walked in on me and Dawn getting jiggy with it, and I couldn't remember her ever acting embarrassed before. But tonight my best friend blushed bright pink and looked remarkably self-conscious as she awkwardly yanked her fingers out of her own pussy and clutched her shirt halves together over her tits like she'd gotten caught by her boyfriend's mother or something.

June seemed to feed off of Dawn's awkwardness, blushing pink herself and averting her eyes while visibly stiffening. Dawn averted her eyes too, burying her face against my shoulder and further covering up her nudity. And I started chuckling in surprised amusement at both girls' behavior.

Kim had joined us by now, and our eyes met after she took stock of the situation. I cradled Dawn's head against my shoulder, murmuring that she had nothing to be bashful about. I slipped my hand between the halves of her open shirt and gently rubbed her belly, getting past her initial ticklish reaction while kissing her cheek and nibbling her ear.

Likewise, Kim pressed herself against June's back while reaching around to slip her hand beneath the hem of the Chinese girl's shirt, similarly rubbing her lover's belly. June sighed as Kim began to kiss her neck, but her eyes remained focused on me, Dawn, and DJ. Speaking of DJ, she seemed oblivious to it all, bobbing her head up and down in my lap while noisily slurping her way along all eight inches of dick in her mouth.

Like June, Dawn began to sigh as I kissed my way down her neck and shoulder, but kept her gaze on June and Kim. Eventually, the two girls' eyes met, June watching Dawn and Dawn watching June, observing the way each other's lips parted with breathy moans and each other's eyes tightened as the pleasure built in their bodies. Kim had her hand in June's pants by now, rubbing slowly but firmly. I guided Dawn's hand back to her own pussy, and after a few minutes, we were right back where we'd left off.

The orgy was underway.

What followed wasn't so very different from the last time I'd performed in front of June, albeit with two of Dayna's younger sisters instead of Dayna herself. Kim reminded us to not worry about her or June, and perhaps pretend that they weren't even there. But the three of us found it nearly impossible to forget the presence of two naked Asian babes writhing and kissing and fingering each other on the couch right next to us, so we found ourselves being both distracted by watching the two of them and also a touch more reserved than usual, not quite letting ourselves give in 100% to orgasmic ecstasy and instead keeping things relatively ... mundane.

Dawn and DJ barely touched each other, for one thing. We still didn't know where June stood on the whole concept of incest, even sister-incest. At one point, I thought I caught Kim trying to gesture with her eyes for Dawn to go ahead and slurp out the creampie I'd left in DJ's pussy, but Dawn blushed and averted her eyes. In the end, Kim herself went over and sucked my jism out of DJ's box, making sure June had a front row view and even showing the nervous girl the pool of creamy cum she kept in her mouth before dramatically swallowing it.

Kim also showed me that she and June had progressed beyond mere "teaching" and crossed the line into actually having sex, at least as much as two females can do it. The two Asian girls scissored, they sucked each other's tits, and they even went down on each other. It was the first time I'd actually seen my longtime co-worker completely nude, and I admittedly found myself staring at her naked body a little more than I should have. I noted with some interest that June's full bush had been shaved completely bare, perhaps at Kim's direction. Her boobs really were a little bigger than I would have thought beneath her frumpy clothing, and quite perky too. And a Caesar salad-heavy diet meant that she didn't have a whole lot of body fat.

At least I wasn't the only one staring more than I perhaps should have. June was staring at me quite a bit, too, and she screamed out two spectacular orgasms watching me fuck Dawn and DJ while Kim licked her slit. And June even got Kim off on her tongue as well, although some of that may have been due to me muttering in Kim's ear about all the nasty things June was doing to her, followed up by my stern command for her to squirt her girlcum all over my co-worker's face.

But as for me and the Evans girls, we were fairly tame, relative to our usual behavior at least. We fucked in every position you can fuck on a living room couch or on the floor, and the girls even pawed at each other's breasts a bit when Dawn sat on my face while DJ rode me cowgirl at the same time, but none of us would chalk this up amongst our greatest ever threesomes. To be honest, my heart wasn't completely in it, and not because of Kim or June. I was still thinking a bit ... of them.

When Kim had warned me that I was losing Sasha and Adrienne, I'd been pretty quick to dismiss her concerns. But as the evening had worn on, niggling doubt had started creeping into my mind. The girls were already posting Facebook photos of their "romantic getaway", and I'd started to wonder: what if Kim is right?

Wouldn't be the first time.

What were Sasha and Adrienne doing right now? Were they having sex just like us in their bed and breakfast cottage? Were they sharing one of the new double-ended Ben Junior dildoes Adrienne had ordered ahead of Christmas, the ones not meant for use as a strap-on, but instead were basically two rubber versions of my erection joined together with a semi-flexible base? Or were they spending 'quality time' together: laughing, talking, murmuring sweet endearments into each other's ear, and peppering their conversations with 'honey' and 'sugar' and 'I love you'?

Were they having a good time with each other like the best friends they really were? Were they enjoying each other's company like the loving girlfriends they really were? Were they happy to have their little romantic getaway while also eager to come home to me? Or were they wishing they could be alone together, just the two of them, into the future without being burdened by me as a third wheel?

Was Kim right? Were they falling more and more in love with each other, and less and less with me?

I knew I was being crazy, and was aware that I was overthinking the situation, so I tried my best to relax and not worry about what Sasha and Adrienne might or might not be up to. I tried my best to focus on the here and now, on Dawn and DJ and Kim and June. My two lovers and my baby mama deserved nothing less than my full and undivided attention, so I did my best to give it to them. But at the same time, I was kinda glad the others weren't at the top of their game either, and that I had a built-in excuse for my subpar performance.

June was the first to tap out, four orgasms in one evening more than enough to satisfy her hormonal desires. She settled onto an armchair, masturbating lightly while watching me take a turn with the mother of my only child.

I made love to Kim, gently and passionately, and after I filled her unfortunately sterile womb with all the liquid love I could give her, I remained slumped on top of her body, enjoying the feelings of being bonded to my son's mother, united as one even if not legally wed.

But that's when June got it in her head to try sucking out a creampie. She still wouldn't go anywhere near my cock, but she'd eaten Kim's pussy before and apparently doing so while said pussy was filled with my semen wasn't such a huge step for her to overcome. She was nervous but excited, and of course everyone else was quite intrigued. And the sight of my prim and proper co-worker slurping my jism out from between my baby mama's reddened pussy lips went a long way towards keeping my wandering mind focused on the here and now as well as putting a little extra lead in my pencil to go for another round.

I wasn't the only one turned on by June's foray into eating creampies. DJ and Dawn attacked me with renewed vigor, and even though I was already three ejaculations down, it didn't take long for their succulent mouths to revive me for round 4.

And that's when Dawn decided she wanted me up her ass.

June jerked her head out of Kim's crotch when she heard that, her eyes open WIDE and her mouth agape. But just when Dawn began sputtering some kind of apology about not wanting to make the poor girl feel uncomfortable, June cut her off by saying she really WANTED to see us do it.

All part of the learning experience, right?

So of course DJ wanted in as well.

So both Evans girls got properly sodomized while bent over the sofa's backrest. June got an up-close and personal view, eschewing her armchair in favor of kneeling right beside us gawking down at the sight of my thick shaft pumping in and out of two busty blondes' bungholes. Eventually, the young Chinese girl slumped down into a seated position to my left, moaning rapturously and whimpering even more when Kim stuck her head between June's legs and started licking again.

Lost to her ecstasy, June actually reached up with one hand and started fondling Dawn's swaying breasts, and she even took a swipe at Dawn's pussy before almost sheepishly retracting her hand in embarrassment. But Dawn was lost to her own ecstasy as well, my ex-soulmate/best friend shifted to the side while grabbing June's head with both hands, and she smothered the poor girl's face in her melons while moaning up a storm.

Watching June open her mouth and start sucking on Dawn's boobs turned out to be the final catalyst I needed to cum. Roaring my climax, I slammed forward and filled my lover's colon with every drop I had left in my body. The overall night may not have been the greatest sexual experience of my life, nor even anywhere near the top 100. But it certainly ended on a high note for me, and DJ even sucked out the anal creampie, incest worries be damned. June didn't seem to mind.

But at the end of it all, freshly showered and properly dressed, June went back to robot mode as she almost shyly waved me goodbye, unwilling to give me even a parting hug despite all we had seen and done.

No matter. I understood who she was (or at least thought I did), and I was happy to let June be June, to let her take things at her own pace. No pressure. No expectations. And even after our wild and crazy night, come Monday we'd be right back in our regular work routines.

I was happy about that. I took comfort in the predictable, in having a good understanding of where at least one of my relationships stood. Because there were other relationships I had started to worry about. There were doubts creeping in regarding certain lovers I had taken for granted. There were questions that needed to be answered, but that wouldn't get answered right away. Not until they came back from their romantic getaway, at least.

Sunday night couldn't get here soon enough.

-- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 15, 2007 --

"Heyyy ... You alright?"

With arms folded across my chest and eyebrows furrowed in thought, I glanced back over my shoulder towards the voice that had interrupted my reverie. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly and shook my head in the negative without giving Dawn a verbal response as I returned my gaze out the window.

The nighttime city lights looked different from this vantage point. Brandi and Dayna's apartment was 18 stories lower than my own, and facing the heart of the city instead of out toward the San Francisco Bay. But it didn't matter much as I wasn't really looking at the view anyway. My thoughts were inward, selfishly pointed straight at my own life. And my thoughts were also outward, fifty miles north to Napa Valley, where Adrienne and Sasha were right now.

Wordlessly, Dawn slid in behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and set her cheek down against my shoulder. She hugged me firmly, but not intrusively. I could probably have gone on staring out that window for another half-hour without her further disturbing me, and yet her embrace told me with absolute certainty that she was here for me, in whatever way I needed, should I choose to ask for her support.

But I didn't stand there staring out the window for another half-hour. Though it hadn't been her intent, Dawn's presence reminded me that I was not alone in this apartment. And my thoughts now turned to the people I loved within fifty feet of me, not those I loved fifty miles away.

"DJ?" I muttered questioningly.

"Still asleep. Plumb tuckered out," Dawn replied quietly behind my ear.

"And you weren't tuckered out?"

"Oh, you wore me out plenty. But I woke up and realized you were gone, so I slipped out of bed and came looking for you."

"You should still be in bed. It's nearly midnight."

"And I'm a college student used to night owl hours. You're the one who should be asleep in bed. And if you promise to come back into the room with me, I'd be happy to cuddle you to sleep."

"As much as I'd love to cuddle with you right now," I replied wearily, "I still need a few more minutes." I smiled and patted one of her arms that remained circled around my waist.

It had been a good Saturday, an immensely enjoyable one, and for a while I had managed to stop worrying about my fiancée and her adoring girlfriend. I got to play with BJ, I got to spend quality time with some very important people in my life, and I even had a very reassuring conversation with Brandi, one that ended with a very sweet kiss and a reminder that she'd love me forever, no matter what.

The night had even ended with all three Evans girls, just like I'd been hoping for all week, plus Brandi. My big sister still declared herself off-limits to me, but the moratorium on sexual contact between us didn't mean she couldn't suck my cum out from one of her friends' pussies. But once the amazing orgasms were done, she'd taken Dayna into her bedroom to sleep. And even the comfort of having a naked Dawn and naked DJ draped all over me as they fell asleep in Dayna's room hadn't been enough to give me the peace I'd needed to drift off to the land of dreams myself.

The distractions were done. I'd lain in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the low frequency hum of city nightlife reverberating against the window, unable to think of anything ELSE besides Adrienne and Sasha and whether I was really losing them or not. After staring at the ceiling for far too long, telling myself to fall asleep but completely unable to actually do so, I'd finally extracted myself from my lovers' slumbering bodies and slipped out of the room. And when nobody had come after me for the past thirty minutes, I figured I'd have all the time I needed to sort out my thoughts and emotions before returning to their comforting embrace.

But I'd only had thirty minutes, and I wasn't ready to go back to bed just yet. Still patting Dawn's arm around my waist, I turned and pecked her on the lips. "Go back to sleep. I won't be long."

"Liar." Dawn stared through my eyes into the back of my soul, a knowing expression on her face. "You're perfectly capable of talking yourself in circles until sunrise, and I'm not gonna let that happen. C'mon. Sit down on a couch with me and tell me what's going through your head."

"Really, I'll be fine. I don't want to keep you up." I resisted as she tugged me way from the window.

"Hey, this is me. You can't fool The Link. Now sit."

I sat, tucking myself into the corner where the armrest met the backrest.

Dawn sat beside me, half-turned toward me with her right leg folded beneath her so that her knee was touching my leg. Setting her hand on my thigh, she stroked it reassuringly, looked straight into my eyes, and said, "Tell me everything."

So I did.

-- SUNDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2007 --

Knowing that nothing would be finalized until Adrienne and Sasha came home, Dawn first made me understand that we wouldn't solve the problem in one night. But she assured me that I'd feel better if I talked it out with a willing listener, and she was right about that.

We didn't talk until sunrise, but we talked until we fell asleep on the couch. Morning light woke me up, and I opened my eyes to find Dawn's head pillowed on my chest while we slept together lengthwise across the couch. Not wishing to disturb her, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. But twenty minutes later, I opened my eyes again at the sound of someone walking into the living room. DJ noticed that I was awake, kissed me on the forehead, and whispered for me and Dawn to go sleep in the bedroom. Nodding slowly, I gathered my best friend in my arms, stood up, and carried her back into Dayna's room. Dawn muttered sleepily, but once beneath the bedsheets with me spooned behind her, she drifted off back to sleep, and so did I.

When we finally awoke and returned to the living room, it was to find DJ, Dayna, and Brandi chatting at the dining table as the remnants of breakfast grew cold. They quickly whipped up some more food for us to eat, we enjoyed each other's company until the conversation started to die out. And I started thinking about returning back to my own apartment.

Although Dawn offered to stay with me until Adrienne and Sasha returned, for moral support if nothing else, I assured her I could handle myself and sent both her and DJ back to Berkeley. Dayna and Brandi picked up on the conversation and of course wanted to know what was going on. I downplayed the situation and didn't want anything to get blown out of proportion, but explained Kim's concerns about my lack of "quality time" with my two primary girlfriends and my desire to have a sit-down conversation with them when they got home.

Having already heard all week about "quality time" this and "quality time" that, Dayna and Brandi were quick to dismiss the issue as nothing serious and they sent me back to my own apartment. So I spent a pleasant family day with Kim and BJ, taking our son across the Golden Gate Bridge to play at the Bay Area Discovery Museum.

Adrienne and Sasha actually beat us back to the apartment. They weren't supposed to arrive until just before dinner, but my little family and I were still at the museum when Adrienne texted to me to say they'd gotten home and wanted to know when we would be back.

'Sasha's antsy', the text read. 'And I'm plain HORNY.'

Chuckling, I showed Kim the text and she decided to start wrapping things up. I didn't want to cut short our day trip, but Kim insisted that BJ was due for a nap anyway. Sure enough, our son's eyelids closed before we even got out of the parking lot, and he was still asleep when I pulled the minivan into our apartment building's underground garage.

By routine, Kim stayed with our slumbering son in the car; he was well past the age when he would go back to sleep if we tried to take him out of his car seat. I rode the elevator alone up to the 35th floor, walked down to our corner unit, and let myself in.

My girlfriend and my fiancée were in a familiar position, cuddled together on the couch watching television. Both of their faces lit up with delight at my arrival, and Adrienne switched off the TV as they stood up from the couch with open arms.

Sasha got to me first, wrapping her arms around my head and sealing her lips over mine. I hugged her against my chest and leaned back to lift her off her feet, and she squealed excitedly before kissing me even harder. My cock started thickening in my shorts, and a moaning note of arousal slipped into Sasha's voice. But then Adrienne was tearing me away from my girlfriend as she wrapped me up in her arms and started kissing me instead.

I knew enough of my Tigress to know she'd been absolutely serious in her text about being plain horny. The energy and attitude of her nuclear kiss only confirmed that which I already knew: the girls had missed me, they'd missed my dick, and they both were quite eager to get properly fucked after going a long weekend without any real cock. But I'd been waiting a long time for their return, lost with my thoughts, and despite the girls' obvious intentions to drag me into a bedroom straight away and have their way with me, I pulled away from Adrienne's lips long enough to mutter, "We need to talk."

"Huh?" My fiancée stared at me in confusion, not understanding why I'd interrupt our familiar pre-threesome makeout session.

"I'm serious. We need to talk."

Adrienne blinked at me a couple of times, shared a look with Sasha, who simply shrugged back at her, and turned her attention back to me. "Whatever it is, we can talk later. Imma horny and Imma gonna get fucked." And she leaped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and cramming her tongue back into my mouth.

"Adrienne, Adrienne," I sputtered, trying to get her attention back while avoiding her lips. And I nearly dropped her.

But my lover set her own feet down while giving me a confused pout. "Didn't you miss us?"

"Of course I missed you. It's just that we really should--"

"Is it THAT important? Did you fuck somebody you weren't supposed to?"

"Who would that even be?"

"Kill somebody?"

"What? No."

"Everybody in the family healthy and alive?"

"Yes, yes. It's not--"

"Then it can WAIT, alright?" Without further ado, Adrienne grabbed my wrist and started dragging me down the hallway toward her bedroom.

Sasha grabbed my other hand. "I assume Kim's in the car with BJ?"

I nodded. "He's still asleep."

"Goodie," Adrienne chirped happily with a predatory grin. "Then we can be as loud as we want!"

Both girls wanted to orgasm with Big Ben in their pussies, but Adrienne WAS the hornier one, so she went first. Sasha sat in the chair and masturbated watching me pound my fiancée into the mattress, but once the busty blonde supermodel screamed her pretty little head off, the busty brunette was quick to take her place beneath my heaving, thrusting body.

Adrienne lay beside us, watching her girlfriend arch her neck and gasp as I penetrated Sasha's tight snatch. Smiling, my fiancée kissed her Sapphic lover right at the same time, and the pair of them continued to make out while I started my rhythmic pumping motion.

Eventually, we rolled onto our sides so that I was spooned behind Sasha, fucking her from behind while Adrienne held her from in front, the two girls kissing passionately and rubbing their breasts against each other. Sasha's first orgasm did indeed come with Big Ben in her cunt, but it also came with Adrienne's tongue in her mouth and Adrienne's fingers strumming her clit. Sasha's second orgasm came when she felt my cum splashing into her pussy, filling her up to the brim. And Sasha's third orgasm came when she felt Adrienne sucking the creampie back out.

Lather, rinse, repeat. The three of us were intimately familiar with each other's bodies and old hands at having threesomes together. Sometimes Adrienne and I teamed up on Sasha, sometimes Sasha and I teamed up on Adrienne, and sometimes the girls teamed up on me. I switched back and forth from one pussy to the other. I switched back and forth from one mouth to the other. And I even switched directly from Adrienne's asshole into her mouth at one point, strictly at her own request. I came in Sasha's pussy. I came on both their faces and breasts. And I came in Adrienne's ass. After more than an hour of fucking and sucking, the three of us collapsed into a pile of naked flesh both exhausted and well-satisfied, sleepy grins on all our faces. And only then did Sasha remember that I'd wanted to talk about something.

"Hey Ben?" she wondered aloud while flat on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Her naked body was still covered with sweat, her firm big breasts rising and falling with deep breaths from all the exertion.

"Yeah?" I muttered drowsily before returning to lazily licking at Adrienne's still-erect nipples. I lay on my left side, head pillowed on my fiancée's midsection while she reclined on a couple of pillows propped up against the headboard.

"Wasn't there something you wanted to talk to us about before we came in here?" Sasha queried, rolling onto her side and propping her head up with one elbow.

"Umm." I mused on that with Adrienne's nipple between my lips, having quite forgotten myself. But a moment later I remembered, and I abruptly pulled off my fiancée's teat with an audible "pop".

Glancing down her own chest at me, Adrienne reached up to caress my cheek. She frowned at the expression on my face, asking, "Tiger, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's 'wrong' per se." Sighing, I lay my face back down in Adrienne's cleavage and rubbed my cheek against her mountainous melons. "Really, it's just an extension of Kim's concerns about 'quality time' and all that."

"Still? I thought we talked about this last week. We're not feeling neglected or anything."

"I know you're not. You two said it before: you both knew what you were getting into when you started dating me – knew that you'd have to share me with others."

"We did," Sasha confirmed. "We still do."

"But this isn't about ME neglecting you.

The girls shared a look at the implication. Adrienne caressed my cheek again. "Are YOU feeling neglected by US?"

I grimaced. "Not 'neglected', but you two certainly do spend a lot more of your quality time with each other than with me. To be honest, I was kind of obliviously going along with things, spending a little bit of time with everybody including the Berkeley girls, and then Kim pointed out how I haven't been spending enough quality time with my official girlfriends over here. And it wasn't just about ME making the time for you, but about YOU making the time for ME."

"So this is Kim's problem, not yours."

I shrugged. "I didn't have a 'problem', per se, but she's got me thinking."

"Thinking about us neglecting you?"

Sasha snorted. "Exacerbated no doubt by the two of us going off to Napa by ourselves for the weekend."

"Pretty much."

Still caressing my cheek, Adrienne asked, "Were you lonely without us or something? Feeling abandoned?"

"Abandoned? No, not at all. I wouldn't have even noticed if Kim hadn't brought it up."

She studied my face. "But there's something, isn't there? Otherwise we wouldn't be talking about it now."

I sighed and nursed at a nipple again. "I DO miss you. I miss you both. We really DON'T spend a whole lot of 'quality time' together, and by 'quality time' you know I'm not talking about sex. We certainly make time for plenty of sex."

Sasha giggled and idly rubbed her own clit.

"And to be totally honest," I continued while fixing Adrienne with a direct look, "I'm a little bit worried this might be a repeat of what happened between you and Grace."

That brought Adrienne's chest up as she tucked her elbows beneath her and propped herself up. With furrowed eyebrows, she gave me a cold look and asked, "Say that again?"

I raised both eyebrows and gestured with my gaze over to Sasha. "I'm serious. I'm worried about repeating what happened with Grace. When I put too much commitment pressure on you, gave you the promise ring, and you ran straight into her arms."

Adrienne frowned, looking confused. "What are you TALKING about?"

I sighed. "I'm not saying this right."

"No, you're not."

"I'm just trying to give you what makes you truly happy."

"YOU make me happy, Tiger."

"I know I do. But I also know you're even happier when you've got a girlfriend. I know that ever since coming out of the closet, you've had exactly ZERO attempts at having a steady boyfriend other than me and several attempts at having a serious girlfriend."

"So what's your point?"

I sighed and finally sat up, crossing my legs in front of me with my knees up and wrapping my arms around them to keep from rolling backward. I gave Sasha a steady look, then turned my attention back to Adrienne, and took one last deep breath. "I want to know if you really want to be in a 'relationship' with me, or if you'd be happier if it was just you and her."

"What are you talking about? Of course I want to be in a relationship with you. I want to be in a relationship with you BOTH."

"I know, I know." I held my hands up defensively.

"Well if you KNOW then what the fuck is with the question?"

"Please don't get mad right now."

"I'm not MAD!" she exclaimed before her voice softened. "I'm ... I'm ... confused." Sitting up straight now, Adrienne crossed her legs and also crossed her arms beneath her naked breasts, the motion briefly making my gaze yo-yo at them. But I quickly got my attention back on her face, in time to meet her steely-eyed expectant gaze. "Why are you questioning our perfect relationship?"

"Because you really haven't made an effort to be in a true relationship with me. We pass in and out of each other's daily lives, going through the motions and exchanging pleasantries. We share meals together. We have sex with each other. We have even MORE sex with each other. And then we wake up, go our separate ways, and do it all over again."

Adrienne frowned. "And that's a BAD thing?"

"It's not really a good thing. And I'm the first to admit my own fault in this. I'm the one who started spending an inordinate amount of time in Berkeley, soaking up precious weekends that are prime dating time and all that. Relationships go two ways, and I know that -I- haven't been making enough of an effort for quality time with either of you. Not just on the weekends, but I could have made more of an effort to see you two in the middle of the day for lunches, or nooners, or whatever. But at the same time, you two haven't been making much of an effort to spend quality time with ME, either. And I think the primary reason for that is because ... well ... you have each other."

The girls exchanged a glance. Sasha frowned. "Are we NOT supposed to spend time together?"

Adrienne added, "She's my girlfriend. Of course I'm going to spend time with her."

Holding my hands up defensively, I said quickly, "Not saying you two shouldn't. I'm just saying that it's easy to overlook any need to spend quality time with ME when you're getting all your relationship needs met with each other."

The girls shared another look. Sasha was the one to ask, "Are you feeling left out?"

I sighed and shrugged. "I'm not sure. Look, I'm not bringing this up trying to manufacture a problem where none exists. I don't even have a particular complaint. Up until last week, I was perfectly happy to keep cruising on with my life the way it was going, but Kim's raised a good point and it's made me take notice. So I'm doing my best to have open communication between us so that if there IS a problem, we can nip it in the bud before it becomes something bigger, alright?"

"Alright," Sasha agreed, likewise sitting up straight. She shared a nod with Adrienne and added, "You have our attention."

"Thank you." I took another deep breath to compose myself. "The first thing I want to say is that my number one ultimate goal in all this is your happiness, both of yours."

The girls nodded, and Adrienne added, "Just like your happiness is MY top priority."

I smiled. "Now I think the three of us are in this relationship together because we all believe that being in this relationship together is what will make all of us happiest in the long run. But if there comes a day when that's no longer the case, we'll have to sit down and figure that out."

"That day is NOT today," Adrienne interjected.

I smiled and waved her off. "Good to know."

"So what's the problem?" Sasha shrugged.

"Quality time," Adrienne said. "You're not getting enough from us. It's not about you neglecting us, but rather that you're feeling neglected yourself. We're not making enough of an effort to meet up with you for lunches or go on dates and all that."

I raised my eyebrows. "Do you really WANT to meet up with me for lunches and go on dates and all that?"

"Of course we do."

"So certain? If you did, why haven't you been making the effort?"

"We could ask the same of you."

"Indeed you could." I shrugged. "For my part, I'm going to cop to being a guy. I don't really need a whole lot of hand-holding or mindshare to feel loved and part of a relationship. Like I said: I'd have been fine going along with the status quo if it hadn't been for Kim knocking me upside the head about this. But you two aren't 'just a guy'. You both want and are used to sharing quality time with your romantic partners, and you both seem perfectly happy doing so with each other but not with me."

Adrienne frowned. "You said yourself that wine tasting wasn't your thing, but still we DID invite you. I don't want to drag you off to something you'd rather not be doing."

I shook my head. "It's about much more than just one Napa trip. I didn't notice while it was happening, but when I stopped to think about it, there's a lot I've missed out on. Curling up on the couch and watching Conan. Trying out new restaurants and writing Yelp reviews. Going to museums and talking about art. Brandi just dumped me."

Adrienne's eyes popped open. "Wait, what?"

Sasha touched my arm. "I'm sorry."

I waved her off. "Doesn't matter. The point is: these are the things she dumped me to go and find, and I realize I'm not getting these things from you, either."

The girls shared a look, and Sasha frowned at me. "That goes both ways. We're not getting those things from you."

"I know, and it just goes to show the disconnect we're already experiencing. Those are the little things that couples are supposed to do together, the things the two of you already DO together ... without me."

"So you ARE feeling neglected," Adrienne accused.

"No, I'm not." I shook my head in the negative. "But I am honestly wondering if you two really want ... or need ... me in this relationship anymore."

"Tiger..."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I love you. What kind of a stupid question is that?" Adrienne replied hotly.

"Are you 'in love' with me?"

"Of course. I agreed to marry you, didn't I?"

"A decision that established you as unquestioned Number One in my life. The top of the pyramid, especially over Dawn. You get the ring to wear on your finger around town. The tabloids don't bother you much about your romantic life, dig too deep into your frequent club visits, or follow you home with whichever new models you've picked up. But we've STILL never sat down and had a truly heart-to-heart talk about the future, about the kids you know I'd want, or even a timetable on planning the wedding itself."

"Tiger..."

"And you, Sasha," I said, turning to my girlfriend. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, I do."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you 'in love' with me?"

She grimaced. We'd talked about this before, but I hadn't asked her a question this loaded since Amber's wedding. And from her expression I knew her answer hadn't changed.

"It's okay if you're not," I continued. "I'm happy you're my girlfriend, but I'm not pressuring you to have strong feelings that aren't there."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But I want you to answer a follow-up question. Are you 'in love' with her?" I pointed over at Adrienne.

"Yes," Sasha said immediately, her face brightening with undisguised joy as she stared over at her girlfriend. Her big brown eyes moistened, and her smile lit up the room. "Yes I do."

I glanced back at Adrienne myself and popped my eyebrows. The beautiful blonde blushed and averted her eyes, pursing her lips together before raising her gaze to meet Sasha's. "And I love you, sugar," she said warmly to her girlfriend.

But a second later Adrienne jerked her eyes back to me, adding, "But that doesn't mean either of us wants to break up with you."

"I didn't say it did. But it's clear that the two of you have something special, and since our three-way relationship has been founded on open communication, I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page."

"I still love you, Tiger," Adrienne insisted. "Always and Forever. Marrying you one day will be the happiest of my life."

On a hunch, my eyes immediately went to Sasha. The glow in her eyes dimmed a bit, and arching an eyebrow back at Adrienne, I asked, "Are you sure you wouldn't be happier marrying Sasha instead?"

Adrienne blinked at me. "What?" She turned and stared at her girlfriend, but Sasha pursed her lips and avoided her eyes. "Marry Sasha?"

The brunette started shaking her head. "No ... no ... I'm WAY too young to think about marrying anybody. I love Adrienne to death, but marriage? And she's your fiancée, Ben. I wouldn't DREAM of trying to take her away from you."

"Didn't say you would," I said gently while reaching out the stroke her arm. "But these are questions we need to ask ourselves, and questions we need to answer well before Adrienne and I walk down the aisle, IF Adrienne and I end up walking down the aisle."

"Are you questioning our engagement now?" Adrienne looked shocked.

I raised my hands and gestured with both for her to calm. "I'm evaluating everything. I've had all weekend to think about this stuff, and you know how I can get with the infinite possibilities."

"You mean you've had all weekend to OVERthink this. I LOVE you, Tiger. And I agreed to MARRY you."

"Even though you love Sasha more than you love me?"

"I don't--!" Adrienne sputtered. "I ... I..."

"You love Sasha more than you love me," I repeated more resolutely.

"I'm your fiancée."

"An engagement I'm willing to release you from if it's not what's going to make you happiest."

"We are NOT going backwards on this! I want to be your WIFE!"

"And thus ensure that you'll never lose me." I gestured between us with both hands. "But haven't I always made it clear that you can never lose me? No matter what? Even if at the end of it all you marry someone ELSE, you'll never lose me."

Staring at me in disbelief, Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Why are you trying to break up with me?"

"I'm not trying to break up with you. I just want all three of us to understand what we each want from this relationship. Lately, it seems that you two want each other, want to spend as much time together as humanly possible, and are a perfectly happy lesbian couple who happens to occasionally want a royal pounding from yours truly."

"Ben, I LOVE you," Adrienne insisted.

"I know you do."

"It's not MY fault that you've been so busy and occupied with other people. Kim, BJ, Dayna, Brandi, Dawn, DJ, Brooke, the twins, June ... You've got so much else going on in your life."

"I'm aware of that."

"Sasha's been my constant. She's always there for me."

"And I'm glad for that. You deserve her, you deserve each other."

"We've gone through so much together, gotten so close together, been in this three-way relationship together ... Is it really such a surprise I've fallen in love with her?"

"Not a surprise at all. I know she makes you happy. I WANT her to make you happy. But at the same time, it feels like the only thing you two need from me is my penis."

"And the wonderful, amazing MAN attached to it," Sasha interrupted.

I smiled and squeezed her hand. "Thank you for the sentiment, but being your designated cock just because the two of you aren't 100% lesbian doesn't make me an equal partner in this relationship."

"You're more than a designated cock," Adrienne insisted. "You're my fiancé."

"For now."

"Are you withdrawing your proposal?"

"Do you want me to?"

"NO!"

"Okay then ... wedding's still on. Want to set a date?"

"Tiger..."

"I got an email from The City Club. They just got an opening for Saturday, June 21 and they're holding it for us. I'd love to make an official save-the-date announcement for Christmas. So how 'bout it?"

"Wait, what? June? Tiger ... I haven't--"

"You're not ready," I stated sadly.

"Now just gimme a minute to--"

"You're not ready," I repeated. "Not with me at least."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?"

I gestured back and forth between me and Sasha. "If you had to choose me or her, who would you choose?"

"I choose both! And don't you dare try to make this a mutually-exclusive thing. The only one trying to force this into a two-person relationship to the exclusion of a third is you."

I sighed. "If you could BE with both of us, if you could stay by my side until the end of time, but only MARRY one of us, who would you marry?

"I already promised I'd marry you, Tiger."

"The past is past. I'm putting a new decision before you now. You can only share the forever partnership of marriage with one of us. So her or me?"

Adrienne frowned, grimaced, and glanced at Sasha. But almost immediately she jerked her gaze back to me while shaking her head. "I'm not answering that question."

But I'd already seen it in in her eyes. "Don't try lie to me. You're in love with her, and you're more 'in love' with her than you are with me. And if push came to shove, you'd rather marry her."

"I don't KNOW that. I'm not like you. I don't sit around pondering stupid hypotheticals about having to choose between you and her."

"Fair enough. But can you tell me with 100% certainty that you're ready to marry me, settle down, and have a family?"

"Can you?"

"I'd marry you tomorrow in a heartbeat, come what may, and you damn well know it. But I'm more interested in what makes YOU happy than I am in rushing down the aisle. And if this isn't what you really want, I DON'T want to force you into it. If you'd be truly happier with Sasha ... if you'd be happier with anyone else ... then I'd like to know that before we make a mistake we'll both regret."

Adrienne frowned, wiped a tear from her eyes, and turned to stare at the wall. Re-crossing her arms over her chest, she jut her chin out and shook her head in frustration. "I swore to Mom I'd never leave you again."

"But I don't want you to marry me just because you promised Mom."

Her frown deepened, her eyebrows furrowed, and she shook her head before turning back around to face me. "The City Club thing, did they say how long they'll hold it?"

I sighed. "I made that up. The City Club never emailed me. I just wanted to see how you'd react."

"WHAT?!?"

"I needed to know if you're really ready for this..." I began.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me?!?"

With a shrug, I finished, " ... but the truth is: you're not."

"Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to fuck up our relationship?"

"I'm not trying to fuck up anything. But the three of us promised open communication, so I'm communicating."

"By LYING to me."

"Call it ... a hypothetical..."

"Call it FUCKED UP. Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to break up with me? Sasha's not ready for marriage anyway, with either of us, so this is all a moot point. You're stirring up shit for the sake of stirring up shit. There's absolutely no reason why anything has to change."

"Agreed. Nothing has to change immediately. I'm NOT trying to break up with you. There's no expiration date on our engagement, and I'm willing to let the status quo be the status quo for as long as we need to figure this out. But I AM trying to do the right thing by you. I'm trying to tell you I can accept it if you don't REALLY want to marry me. I'm trying to tell you BOTH that I want you to be happy, even if that means being with each other over being with me."

"We can spend more 'quality time' with you," Adrienne insisted. "We can meet up for lunches. We can go on more dates. We can bring you with us when we go out to places."

"If that's what you really want. But if you'd rather just be you and her ... I'd rather not be a third wheel. And I'll still be home to fuck you when you get back at night."

Openly weeping now, Adrienne shook her head. "Why are you doing this? Why are you fucking with my head?"

"I just want us to be honest with each other, because I'll love you forever, no matter what."

Shaking her head and still crying, Adrienne spat out, "I HATE you for doing this."

"And I'd hate myself for making you go through with something you didn't truly want. These are hard questions we've got to answer together before we do anything permanent, and I'm sorry if you're not comfortable with them. If you're not ready, you're not ready. It's fine, really. I'm not mad about it. You can be my girlfriend forever – my adoptive sister – as we grow old and die. No pressure to be my one and only Wife. No pressure to be The Mother of My Children. I'll keep servicing you, and whoever I DO marry will have to accept that I'll always love YOU. But let's face it: getting married to me doesn't seem to be what you really want for yourself. It's what you think you need to endure to make sure that you keep me. It was a nice, public statement to the world and to Dawn that you were my Number One. And those just aren't good enough reasons for you to marry me."

Shaking her head again, Adrienne fixed me with an intense golden look. "That's not true. I agreed to marry you because I wanted to marry you. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have said 'yes' that day outside the cabin at camp."

I blinked and stared back at her. "But is that still what you want right now? Are you finally ready to set a date, pick a venue, start designing invitations, and do the other zillion things we need to do to plan our wedding? Are you finally ready to start discussing baby names, start sourcing preschools, and researching baby gear? Are we engaged or are we not? Are we gonna get married or are we not? Or are we just going through the motions, stalling for time while you enjoy playing girlfriend with Sasha and coming home every now and again to get your regular doses of Tiger-dick?"

Eyes shimmering with moisture, Adrienne stared at me for a long few moments before turning to look at Sasha. Her gaze downcast, the brunette blushed beneath her girlfriend's gaze and tried to avoid looking at either one of us.

I extended my hands out, palms up, adding, "Are you ready to become The Mother of My Children right now? Maybe you hoped BJ would satisfy my need for family and offspring, and I do love him to pieces. But we both know I still want more kids, and I want them with my Wife. Are you ready? Are you really, really ready? Because if not, then I don't want to trap you into obligations you're not prepared to handle. I want you happy, Adrienne ... even if that means you being with her instead of me."

Adrienne didn't respond verbally. Instead she bowed her head as if in shame, grimacing in anguish. And after taking a deep breath, Adrienne looked back at me, shook her head one final time, then slid off the bed and fled the room.

Sasha went after her. I stayed where I was.

And they didn't come back.