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“Yes, Sir.”

The sound of a condom pouch being ripped open was followed seconds later by Betsy falling still.

Then Kenny felt it as Nolan worked his cock up her ass. Once they were both deeply buried inside her, she started slowly fucking herself on their cocks, leaving them to fill in.

And normally, like this, she liked a vibrator tossed into the mix to help her get over faster. Not tonight. Tonight, she was apparently determined to ride this one out
au naturel
, so to speak.

He reached up and played with her nipples. That was rewarded by her breath quickening, her pace growing faster as she fucked them harder, deeper, until she was close. He could feel the tension ratcheting inside her body like a rubber band, close to snapping. When it finally did, she threw her head back and let out a cry that sounded somewhere between triumph and pleasure before the men started moving, fucking her, catching up to finish with her, leaving them all breathless and weak and utterly satisfied.

As they all snuggled together, she closed her eyes. “Thank you, Sirs,” she whispered. “You both have always taken such good care of me. I love both of you.”

Kenny kissed her. “Love you, too, sweetie.”

Nolan did the same. “Love you, baby.”

The men shared a long, sweet kiss. “Love you, Sir,” Nolan teased. “You’re faaabulooouuus.”

Betsy giggled, and that was probably the best sound Kenny had heard in his entire damn life.

“
Everyone ready?” Leah asked?

After getting thumbs-ups from everyone, Leah hurried back outside to where they were holding the wedding. Loren was officiating the vows between Kenny and Nolan.

And Betsy.

And Nolan’s parents still weren’t exactly sure why their son was legally marrying Kenny, yet the girl who seemed to be their girlfriend was also wearing a wedding dress. Likewise, Betsy’s parents were a little confused about why Nolan and Kenny were getting married when they thought, but still weren’t sure, that Betsy was marrying Nolan or Kenny.

The rest of the wedding party pretended it was the most natural thing in the world.

Which, of course, to them, it was.

This was as vanilla as it got in their group. They were holding the wedding at Lucas, Leigh, and Nick-2’s house. Fitting, because that was where Nolan and Kenny had been the night Betsy really walked into their life to stay.

Only a select group of close friends from the Suncoast Society were invited, and all of them had been at the party that night as well. And the family.

Only Kenny’s mom was totally in the know and did her best to help the other sets of parents through it all.

Dennis was on a cruise to Mexico with a buddy of his, a Christmas gift to her husband.

And it happened to coincide with the date of the wedding.

How convenient.

Leigh, bless her heart, was waddling around, trying to make sure everyone was being taken care of. Tilly was busy chasing after her, trying to order her to get off her feet.

They all gathered together. “Any comments before we get started?” Loren called out.

“Does anyone need the duct tape?” Gilo called out, making everyone except the parents laugh, and only because they weren’t in on the joke.

“Nope, I think we’re good there, Gilo,” Loren said, obviously trying not to bust out laughing. She seemed to need a moment to compose her thoughts. “I know you three have your vows and said I could say whatever I wanted,” she started. “So, for starters, you two are married,” she said, indicating Kenny and Nolan with a smile. “Let’s just get that right out of the way, because even though it’s the legal part, it’s not the important part.”

Around Betsy’s neck, she wore a gorgeous, delicate niobium necklace, from which hung a shark’s tooth. That had been given to her the night before at the club by the men, in front of all their friends, during their collaring ceremony.

This was for the families, and the legal portion of the proceedings. “Families aren’t just born, they’re made,” Loren said. “That’s obvious by not just you three, but by most of us in this audience. We have families we were born into, and some of them accept us and some of them don’t, but we’ve built families. Of both lovers and friends, of friends who became lovers, of friends who are so close they might as well be blood relations—Gilo, if you make a bloodletting joke, so help me, I’ll smack you.”

“Aww.”

The audience laughed, and laughed again at the clueless looks on the parents’ faces.

They couldn’t help it. They were all well aware of how tragically close this day came to never being for a variety of reasons, and it felt good to laugh in celebration as well as victory.

When they were settled—again—Loren continued. “The bonds we make, the vows we take, the bread we break. It’s all part of the tapestries we create together. And I feel blessed and honored to call you my friends. Kenny.”

Kenny and Nolan flanked Betsy, all three of them holding hands. “Just because a piece of paper lists only one of you doesn’t mean that we aren’t a family together.”

Ed Payne had made sure of that, the paperwork ready to file Monday morning, powers of attorney, a trust, and an LLC, in all three of their names.

He continued. “Nolan, we’ve been together for several years now—”

“How many?” Gilo called out.

“Almost seven, Gilo,” he shot back with a grin. “Nice try. I heard Tony bet you.”

“Dammit,” Tony muttered from the other side of the audience. “I owe him twenty.”

“Nolan, we’ve been together for nearly seven years now, and while it’s been a wild and crazy ride, I wouldn’t have ridden it with anyone but you.”

Even Loren snickered.

He glanced at her. “Say it.”

“Ridden. That’s what
she
said.”

The audience, already on the edge of hysteria, burst out laughing again.

And it was all expected by most. Betsy had made it loudly known that if people didn’t cut up and keep the ceremony light-hearted and filled with laughter that she would sic June on them. Even their vows had been crafted with an ear to the ready one-liners.

“And I’m glad we have Betsy joining us on this ride,” Kenny finished, smiling down at her. “Because I didn’t know how much we needed her in our lives until she was there in the middle of it.”

Loren snickered, which made Betsy laugh.

“I love you both,” Kenny said. “And I’m glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you both.”

Now it was Nolan’s turn.

“I wanted to quote lines from
Rocky Horror
and
The Holy Grail
, and that got overruled for some reason, something-something-sacred, something-something-seriousness.”

When that round of laughter died down, he continued. “You know, just to my left, is the man I had hoped to marry, and finally get to do just that. And then, just a step to my right, is the woman we both love and will cherish forever.”

“I’m not putting my hands on my hips,” Loren said.

“And it’s too late for Leigh to keep her knees tight,” Lucas said as he draped his arms around her and patted her baby belly.

That round of laughter took a little longer to settle down.

Nolan smiled down at Betsy. “I thought Kenny had made a monogamist out of me,” he said. Then, in a mock British accent, he said, “But I got better.”

Fortunately, Betsy had opted out of mascara and eyeliner, because tears of laughter were rolling down her cheeks.

“And boy, has it gotten better and better with you. I love both of you, and I know from here on out, things will only get better for the three of us.”

* * * *

Betsy took a deep breath. So far, her men and her friends had far exceeded her expectations. “I don’t know where I would be without you in my life,” she said to them. “It’s a hard idea to swallow—”

Competing rejoinders scrambled over each other. Someone called out, “That’s what she said,” while two others called out variations of “laden versus unladen” and “African swallow versus European swallow,” and someone even slipped in a “good girls swallow and bad girls spit.”

When it died down, she continued. “It’s a hard idea to swallow that I came so close to never being where I am today. Your love, your support, your patience—”

“Your pussy,” Loren playfully muttered low enough the audience couldn’t hear, but it cracked Betsy up.

“If it wasn’t for you both,” she said, “I wouldn’t have known the greatest happiness in my life, and I love you both so much.”

“Done?” Loren asked.

They smiled and nodded.

“By the power vested in me by the State of Florida, I pronounce these men husband and husband. And I pronounce these three a family of their own making. Start swapping spit.”

Kenny and Nolan kissed first, which was what Betsy had asked them to do.

Besides, it was only right her Sirs got to have the first snog as a married couple.

Then they each kissed her. And as the crowd erupted into applause, Loren leaned in to hug and congratulate them.

“Fess up, kiddo,” Loren said. “Which one of you deviants put my husband up to tossing the sex doll in the pool?”

It was fortunately floating face down in the water, but yes, one of the impromptu sex-toys-turned-pool floaty from the night of the baby shower-slash-kinky party had made a return appearance.

The three of them grinned at Loren. “We’ll never tell,” Betsy teased.

* * * *

It was a long, exhausting day. Someone managed to get the sex doll out of the pool before Nolan or Betsy’s parents spotted it. By the time the three of them collapsed in the gulf-side hotel suite on Siesta Key later that evening, Betsy was hoping she’d still have the energy for a newlywed romp with her men.

She flopped onto the bed, still in her wedding dress. She’d been ordered to keep it on all day, the men loving the semi-formal strapless dress. She thought they looked pretty hot in their tuxes, too.

Kenny reached up under her dress, hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, and slid them down her legs. The only reason she’d been allowed panties at all was the very valid argument that she might end up so wet she’d get a spot on her dress and ruin it.

And the men certainly didn’t want that.

She still wore her shoes as well, Kenny climbed up under her skirt and buried his face in her pussy while Nolan knelt by her head, unzipped his trousers, and fished his hard cock out for her to suck.

“Ravishing the bride,” Nolan teased. “I like this game.”

She did, too.

She smiled up at him, mouth wide and ready for his cock when he slid it between her lips. For the rest of the weekend, once her dress came off, she didn’t get any other clothes until they were ready to give them to her.

And that was a condition she’d heartily agreed to.

She’d also enjoyed the fifteen cane marks they’d put across her ass the night before in front of their friends at the collaring.

There were a lot of things in her life she was able to enjoy again with them.

As Kenny’s talented mouth and tongue worked on her clit, she sucked and licked Nolan’s cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her firmly in place as he started fucking her mouth.

“That’s our good girl,” he said. “Our very good, very beautiful slave,” he said.

She stared up into his blue eyes. Yes, she was their slave. All of her. Down through the depths of her heart and soul.

They owned her.

And they knew it.

Even better, she knew it, and wanted it exactly this way.

It didn’t take Kenny long at all to get her over. That was when he emerged from under her skirt.

“Change,” he declared, rolling her onto her stomach and sliding her down to the end of the bed. Now her feet were on the floor, legs spread wide, the dress shoved up and Kenny’s cock embedded deep in her pussy.

As she moaned in pleasure, Nolan returned his cock to her mouth. “There we go,” he said. “Now you can make all the noise you want.”

And she did. Every thrust Kenny took in her pussy shoved her onto Nolan’s cock, and vice-versa. They seesawed her between them, building her up to another orgasm as Kenny used his fingers on her clit to get her over.

Perfection.

The world exploded around her, bright and clear, her men quickly catching up to her and filling her at both ends with their cum.

She happily rolled onto her back as they leaned in and deeply kissed her.

“Love you both,” she said.

The men smiled. “Love you, too,” they said in unison.

They’d talked about kids, but it wasn’t a priority for her right now. She wanted to wait, to enjoy them, to enjoy being a family, the three of them.

She wanted to enjoy the right now.

Because it was all that was guaranteed, and she wanted to make the most of it, with the men she loved, who loved her. This carousel she now rode was beautiful, smoothly running, and even better, was perfect for them.

And it was a ride she hoped never stopped.

One year later…

June sat at the table and stared out at the water. It took her a while to finally speak. “Ross and Loren suggested I come talk to you,” she said. “I was going to talk to Ross, since he’s an attorney. But when he realized why I needed to talk to him he told me it was better if he didn’t hear it. That’s why I called you. To talk. Well, to listen while I talk.”

The man across from her nodded but didn’t speak.

She stirred her iced tea with her straw and took a sip before sitting back again.

“I can’t even tell my husband this,” she whispered, thankful that she hadn’t worn makeup today that would run if she cried. “He thinks I’m up here visiting Clarisse today.”

He still didn’t speak.

She took a deep breath and let it out. “Maybe if I tell someone, then the nightmares will stop. It’s been nearly a year and I still have nightmares. About how wrong it
could
have gone if I’d missed him, or if I’d hit her by accident. Or if he’d gotten closer to her with that knife. Thank god he didn’t have a gun. But the nightmares aren’t because of what I did. I don’t regret what I did for a second. They’re about what
might
have happened and didn’t. Because I didn’t just call the cops.”