JEZEBELS

By Ezra Zane

Part Three

I led Mary into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. I sat in a straight chair, but didn't tell
Mary what to do. She pushed my knees apart and knelt there. She looked happy and ready to
begin. 

"I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer them honestly."

"All right," she said.

"Do you really want this agreement, Mary? I don't mean what the group wants, but what you
want down deep in your gut?" 

"Yes, Jack."

"Will you be faithful?"

"I'm not sure what faithful means, but I'll do anything you want."

"And obedient?"

"You know I will."

"You know I'll have each of you any time I want?"

"Yes, Jack."

"I'll want you to have sex with Becky and Monica."

She wrinkled her nose and grinned. "I don't mind, Jack. Really. I just don't get turned on by it like
they do."

"You don't orgasm from it?"

"Oh, I orgasm, but not all orgasms are the same."

"I'll punish you if I think you need it."

"Oh, Jack, you're a marshmallow," she said. She flushed and covered her mouth. "Oops. That
popped right out."

"All right. I'm easy going, but I'm tough, too. I can enforce the rules, and if you cheat on me,
either I'm gone or you're gone." 

"I'll never cheat so don't worry about that. As for punishment, well, if I need it, go ahead."

"Whose idea was it to ask me to move in with all of you?"

"Becky's. She's afraid of losing Monica and me to men. You know, breaking up the old trio and
leaving her alone. Del and Monica married first. Del tried to subdue Becky like he had Monica,
but Becky hated him and she never gave in. When I married Jim, he understood Becky would
live with us, but Becky didn't like him either. She thought he was too wishy-washy. It was
difficult and, believe me, none of us want to go through all that again."

"Go ahead."

"About two months after Jim left, Becky suggested that all of us live with one man. The idea
never appealed to me because we'd have to find a man who turned on all three of us. When I met
you, I knew you'd be perfect." She stopped and peered out the window to think for a few
moments before looking at me again. "Jack, you need to understand women."

"I never claimed to do that," I joked, but I don't think she heard me because she was focused on
her thoughts.  

"We're bonded like glue. We love each other, but not like we love men or even our kids. It's
complex. Maybe like sisters, but closer really. It's hard to explain, but they're a part of me and
we've been through a lot together. I know this. We'll all be happier if we're together. Something
else. Becky and I both want a big family. With three baby makers, we could be a big family,
Jack."      

"If I said I didn't want to do this, but I wanted you to come live with me, would you do it?"

"Yes, Jack. If I'm not already in love with you, I'm falling fast."

"Anything you want to tell me? Anything I need to know?"

"Becky told me she told you to discipline Monica and you didn't."

"That's right."

"Do you want her?"

"Yes, I do."

"You really need to discipline her, Jack. Look. I love you. Oops. I said it." She giggled and
flushed pink. She sighed. "I may as well tell you the whole truth, Jack. I do love you. I mean
deeply and desperately. I'd marry you or become your mistress or your little playtoy, whatever
you want as long as I'm near you." She could tell from my expression that pleased me, and she
was pleased that I was pleased. "Becky loves you, too. That frightens her because the other men
she loved were cruel to her. But Monica's different than we are. She's crazy about you and wants
you to take her, but she can't give herself. She has to be taken."

"Why are you telling me this? Don't you know that means you'll share me with other women?"

"Jack, you told me you'd never be faithful and I believe you. I'd rather share you with Becky and
Monica than some woman I don't know. And the three of us really are pieces of the same puzzle.
I don't want us to split up."

"I might still have other women," I said. 

"Oh, Jack, if you live with three sex-crazed sluts, you won't have time for other women." She
gave me that delightful grin. "But if you want to, go ahead. I'll be waiting at home with my legs
spread and my mouth open."

"I want children," I said. "Will you. . . ."

She launched herself into me, squealing and burying me in kisses. "I'll have as many as you
want," she sighed.  

Monica was next. Again I sat in the straight chair, and I didn't tell Monica what to do. She
entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't say anything. She stood, took one step
toward me, and waited. When I still didn't say anything, she sighed loudly and knelt, but not as
Mary had, which was between my legs with her legs spread. Monica knelt by me with hers
together. 

I asked Monica the same questions. Yes, she wanted the arrangement, and, yes, she'd be faithful
and obedient. Yes, she'd have sex with Mary and Becky, and she admitted she and Becky had sex
once or twice a week anyway. Yes, she knew I'd punish her and she'd accept it. And, yes, she'd
have my child. 

But there was a big question mark hanging over the entire discussion. A question evidenced by
her eyes, her coolness and her tone of voice, and by the way she studied me as we talked. I
decided to meet it head on. 

"Monica, I know you like a forceful man and I know you want to be taken." 

Her eyes flared their challenge. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said haughtily. She
stood and stepped away.

"So we'll do it your way," I said. 

She twitched to the door, hesitated, and looked back at me. She strutted back, threw herself
against me, and kissed me with all the heat a man could want. "Take me if you can," she hissed.
She turned on her heel and swayed out the door.        

It was Becky's turn. For the third time, I sat in the chair to see where the woman would sit. Becky
sat on the bed. To my first two questions - do you want this arrangement and will you be faithful
- Becky emphatically answered yes. But when I asked if she'd be obedient, she replied, "Within
reason," and my antennae went up.        

"What does that mean?" I asked. 

"It means yes, but it gives me an out in case I'm not obedient." I gave her a dirty look. "I expect
you to be reasonable, Jack, but people are unreasonable sometimes. I'll be obedient if you're
reasonable."

I sat back and stared at her. She wasn't challenging. She was frightened. "You've always been the
independent and dominant one. Giving that up scares you, doesn't it?" I said. 

"Yes," she gasped.

"I don't blame you, but you'll have to give it up," I said.

"I know," she replied. "But that's easier said than done." 

As she wiped away a few tears, I said softly, "I won't hurt you, Becky." 

"I know you won't, Jack. It's not that."

"When you've been hurt badly, it takes a long time to heal," I said.

"Yes, it does, and it makes you afraid even when a new relationship feels right." She smiled like
a sad little girl. "This does feel right, Jack. You feel right." She gave me a shy half-smile.
"You've felt right since the minute I saw you, but brains and hearts don't always see eye-to-eye."

"I sure know that. Do you want to take a break?"

"No, thanks."      

When I asked if she'd come live with me if the others did not, she said, "I don't know, Jack. I
truly don't know. This whole thing was about keeping the three of us together. I know them, Jack.
Mary would fall to the first man who excited her. Monica would fall to the first man who excited
and dominated her. I want to keep us together, for me and for them. I told you I love them, but it's
more than that. Women need other women and we three have been together a long time. Having
one man - sharing one husband, if you will - is the best way to keep us together. That Wednesday
you came into our lives, I knew if we were to stay together, you were the man."

"Why?"

Becky laughed. "You should've seen Mary. She stared out the kitchen window with her mouth
hanging open. 'Look at that hunk,' she said reverently. She trotted out to talk to you. When she
returned, she went into the bedroom and masturbated. When she came out, she was dressed to
seduce you."

"It worked," I said with a grin.

"Who seduced who?" she asked. Slowly that delightful, passive twinkle reappeared in her eyes.
"You're a good man, Jack. Believe me, I want to do this, but it'll take time for me to give in all
the way. Please be patient with me." 

I didn't ask Becky if she'd have sex with Mary and Monica, but I did ask if she'd have my child
and she agreed. Then she asked me a question.

"Are you going to do it, Jack?"

"My brain and heart are having the same battle yours are." 

"It could be great for all of us, Jack. I'll help you get through it if you'll help me." Her eyes
twinkled and that Mona Lisa smile appeared. She sat across my legs and put her arms around my
neck. "What do you say, Jack? A home and kids. Warmth and coziness. Three women to love
you, wait on you, warm your bed."

"Three women to have headaches and PMS," I quipped.

"I know it's going to be rough at times. I'll help you keep Mary and Monica in line."

"And who keeps you in line?"

"I'm the easy one because I want this to work more than anyone." She kissed me lovingly. "Please
do it, Jack," she said. 

*****
I told Becky to join the others. After she left the room, I retrieved three pieces of stout nylon rope
and stuck them in my rear pockets. They were sitting on the floor Indian style and whispering to
each other when I rejoined them.  

"So far, so good," I said. "But I want to ask this question one more time. Do each of you want
this?"  

"Yes, I do," Mary said firmly.

"Most definitely, Jack," Becky said. 

We all looked at Monica.

"No," she said defiantly. 

"Dammit it, no, Monica. It's all for one, and one for all," Mary snapped. 

"Monica," Becky said forcefully, "I insist you do it." 

"No," Monica replied more emphatically. She was looking at me, not at Becky.

"We told you to take her, Jack," Becky said accusingly. Panic was evident in her voice. "Please,
Monica. Please," Becky begged. "Tell him yes."  

Monica was distressed by Becky's response, but she had something to prove to me, and to herself
about me. "No," Monica repeated.  

"Mary and Becky, I want you to watch what's going to happen. Watch, but don't participate.
Understand?" I said. 

"Yes, Jack," they each replied. 

All three of them were on the floor. Mary, dressed in the shorts she wore when I first met her and
a tee shirt, knelt and smiled up at me. Becky, in her baggy shorts and top, sat Indian style. As
usual, Monica was dressed the most sexily of the three. She wore a cotton crop-top, which had
long sleeves and a turtle neck. Like a second skin, its elastic bottom held it tight under her breasts
and her hard nipples protruded under the cloth. Her shorts, which were also skin-tight, barely
covered her tattoo and her pubis.

Monica was alive with anticipation as I held out my hand to her. She slapped it away. I sat down
in the straight chair and said, "I'm going to spank you, Monica. Come get over my lap." 

"Go to hell," she snapped.

"Being disobedient will only make it worse for you," I said in a calm and neutral tone.

"Are you deaf? I said go to hell."

I feigned standing. She squealed, rolled, and sprang to her feet. The carotid artery in her neck was
throbbing rapidly. Her muscles were taught. Most importantly, her nipples were diamonds under
her crop top. 

"Let's get on the couch," Becky whispered to Mary. They eased onto the couch and watched us
with big, bright eyes.

I stood and Monica stepped back. I didn't want to catch her immediately so I moved relatively
slowly. I wanted to chase her first, to let me enjoy the wild expressions on her face, the heaving
of her breasts, and her muscles flexing under her sweat-covered skin. We played cat and mouse,
accompanied by squeals and sounds of flying feet on the carpet, until she was tired. By then, she
thought it was easy to evade me. Becky thought so, too, and she was concerned I couldn't bring
Monica into the fold, but Mary wanted to be the woman being chased and her arousal was
evident. 

"It's time, Monica. Come get over my lap so I can spank you," I said with a steely softness.

"That won't work, Jack," Becky said. 

"Be quiet, Becky. He knows what he's doing," Mary chided.

From across the room, Monica smirked, yanked up her top to flash her breasts, and said, "Are
these what you want?"

"No, Monica," I replied. She looked confused. "I want all of you, but I want your heart most of
all." That was the first time I saw Monica's hard shell crack. I liked that expression. "Come to
me," I said caringly. 

Her warm smile and gently twinkling eyes morphed to a sneer and hard, hot eyes. She pulled off
her top and threw it aside. She stepped out of her shorts, kicked them away, and put her hands on
her hips. "No," she challenged. 

I moved quickly. Amidst squeals and grunts, I wrestled her to the floor, bound her wrists behind
her, and tied her ankles together. I lay down beside her on the carpet. Her eyes were sparkling
with excitement. "Are you mine now?" I asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not," she said coyly.

I stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her on the cheek. "Ready for a spanking?" I
asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Monica said.  
 
"You need to do it, Jack," Becky said. 

"Stay out of it, Becky," Mary said forcefully.

When I stood to remove my belt, I saw her smile at her friends, who were still as church mice. I
pulled upward on Monica's bound wrists, forcing her to squirm to her knees with her head buried
in the carpet and her ass in the air. The first blow, which was by far the hardest, caught her full
across both ass cheeks, but she screamed louder than the blow deserved. I landed the second swat
right below the first. 

When I released her to contort on the floor, I watched the two others who called themselves
Jezebels. Mary was aroused. So was Becky, but her arousal was tempered by fear Monica would
leave us.

"Mary," I called. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered.  

"Put your hands behind you so you won't play with yourself," I said. She moaned and complied. I
stroked Monica's ass, which was hot from the belt, before pulling her to her knees again. The
third stroke was across the middle of her thighs. "Do you want one?" I asked Mary as Monica
sobbed and twisted. 

"Not like that," she said. Her eyes were big and round as she grinned and said, "But I'd love ten
from your hand."

"Becky?" I said.

"I'm a good girl, Jack. I don't need spankings." She looked supportive. "Don't weaken. You need
to be demanding with her," she said quietly.   

When I turned back to Monica, she begged, "No more, please, Jack." 

"I'm only getting started," I said firmly, but not cruelly. 

She had five on her ass and three across her thighs before I was through. The spanking probably
wasn't as hard as my father gave me when I was a kid, but, hopefully, it was hard enough to let
Monica surrender without reservation. She did sob, cry, and beg me to stop throughout her
punishment, but I guessed that was as much play-acting as reality.  

When I released her, I asked, "Have I made my point? Do you understand I am the man in your
life?"   

"Yes, Jack. Now I need to be fucked," she said hotly. I covered her mouth with my hand.

"I'm not playing your game. Yes, my cock's so hard it hurts, but you won't enjoy it. You see,
Monica, I'm man enough to withstand your manipulation. Mary, did you bring any restraints that
can keep her bound safely all night?"

"Yes, sir," Mary answered. 

"Please, no," Monica whimpered.

"Go get them. Monica will sleep in here. Becky, open one of the sofa beds," I said. I turned back
to my chastised woman. "If you make another sound, I'll gag you."

Monica quietly complied when I unbound her and told her to get on the sofa-bed. I tied her
spread-eagle on her back, leaving some slack to let her move to ease her burning buns. Mary and
Becky hovered like protective angels until I asked them to leave. 

"Need anything?" I asked Monica.

"You."

"Not tonight. Anything else?"

"I want to be with you."

"Think about it tonight and tell me in the morning. Good night, Monica."

"I love you, Jack," she said in a needy voice. When I leaned down to kiss her, she struggled to
raise her lips to mine. The kiss was long and hot. When I pulled away she whimpered, "Please
fuck me." I smiled and walked away without replying.  

Becky and Mary were grinning uncontrollably when I got to the bedroom. They both leaped on
me and buried me in hugs and kisses.   

"You did it, Jack. You did it," Becky proclaimed. 

They babbled happily as we undressed. "Me first," Mary said as she flopped back on the bed.

"Mary first," Becky agreed. 

I kissed Becky, who gave me that sexy smile as she pushed me back on the bed. Mary pounced
on me, but I flipped her over. She was ready and I was readier. In seconds, she was emitting her
patented little "ee, ee" until she exploded like an overloaded steam engine. I felt my legs
trembling and a tug on my ball sac. 

"Cum in her, stud," Becky whispered in my ear. 

I didn't need the encouragement. As I came, Mary whispered in my ear, "I love you, Jack." When
I collapsed on Mary, four hands caressed me. Then two hands gently pulled me aside. 

Becky grinned. "I like the taste of cum, too," she said. She buried her face between Mary's legs.
They rolled over together, which left Mary riding Becky's mouth. Since I liked pussy juice as
much as they loved cum, I dove into Becky. Those strong but soft legs slipped over my shoulders
and locked behind me. 

The physical is easy to describe - a woman on her back with another woman over her mouth and
a man's mouth on her pussy. An oral threesome. The metaphysical is harder to describe. We were
a single creature with three organs and three mouths. Or maybe a wave. It felt like an undulating
wave. 

"Come on, Becky. I'm almost there. Almost there," Mary whined.

I could tell Becky was almost there, too. I wrapped my hands over her thighs to ease the pressure
on my head, took a deep breath, and dove in for the finale. She came hard, spraying thick juice
into my waiting mouth. Mary came at about the same time, bombarding my ears with squeaks
caused by someone else. 

I lay back with a woman on each side. Mary wrapped her fingers around my cock. "May I?" she
asked. 

"Let him rest," I said.

With Becky curled up on my left side and Mary on my right, I was asleep in no time. I awakened
about two hours later, eased my way out of bed, and used the bathroom. Two of my three
Jezebels were sound asleep as I slipped into the living room. 

Monica was as I'd left her. When I untied the restraints, she awakened and smiled at me, but lay
perfectly still. I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her down on the bed.  

"Your place is with us," I said quietly as to not wake the others. 

"My place is under you," she said, grabbing for my cock. "Please, Jack. Let me show how much I
love you."

This is the way I'd wanted Monica - hot, eager, and ready to take me on a wild ride. Her blue eyes
sparkled with sexual need. But it wasn't time. I wrapped my fingers around her wrists, slowly
pushed her back, and said, "You show how much you love me by being loving all the time, not
by fucking me when you feel like it." I lay down beside her and pulled the covers over us. 

"I know you want me," she whispered.

"That's obvious, but I'm not going to fuck you now," I replied. "You need to understand that I
want all of you and not just the sexual parts."

"I understand that, Jack," she said, but her eyes told me she wasn't sure she believed it.  

"We'll talk in the morning. Be quiet and go to sleep."

"Yes, Jack," she said obediently. 

She turned her back to me, wiggled her ass to snug my cock between her thighs, and sighed. She
was asleep in seconds. I felt breasts against my back and reassuring hands. Becky's arm went
over my waist. 

Light was filtering through the drapes when I felt the bed move. I feigned sleep as all three of
them arose. I heard whispering and giggling, doors opening and closing. 

"Wake up, sleepy head," Mary said loudly. "Breakfast will be ready shortly."

When I went into the tiny dining room, breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee was ready. We
ate and visited before returning to the living room. Again I sat in the straight chair and they sat on
the couch, holding hands with Becky in the middle, but this time we all were naked. 

"Jack," Monica began. "Let me answer the questions again. I'll be faithful, whatever definition of
that word you choose to give. I'll be obedient, loving, and I'll have your children, and yes, Jack, I
very much want to do this. That's a strong yes."

"That's three unequivocal yeses from us, Jack," Mary said. "What's your answer?"

I didn't speak because the word caught in my throat. 

"Well, Jack?" Becky said.

Monica leaned toward me and wrapped her hand over mine. "Please say yes," she mouthed.   

"Yes," I gasped.

Mary leaped on me with the others right behind her. We ended in a pile on the floor, hugging and
kissing and crying. Yes, even I shed a few tears, which, I presume, were for joy. I will say this.
While the word yes hurt like hell coming out, it felt damn good now that I'd said it.  

When we'd settled down, I said, "Now what?"

"We need to set the rules and finances before we finalize our arrangement," Becky said. 

"And the basic rule is that Jack is the mighty pasha and we are his obedient and horny harem
girls. Or is it all right to say that you're the husband and we're your wives?" Mary said with a
wrinkled nose leer.   

"Tell us the rules," Becky said.

"Rule one is that you're my obedient and horny wives. Any problems with that?"

"Not the horny part," Monica said. 

"We like that. What else?" Becky asked. 

"Rule two is communication. Every day, we'll sit and talk. It's more important than sex. We can
talk about anything and everything - finances, work problems, children, sex, you name it - but
we'll talk, and there won't be any lying." 

"I like that."

"Me, too," the other two said. 

"What's the third rule?"

"We'll be faithful, or to put it another way, no cheating. That means no fucking, blowjobs, anal
sex, hand-jobs, kissing, touching or being touched, or other physical contact with any male or
female outside of the four of us without my express permission."

"Wow. The old, tight definition."

"Can we use our vibrators?"

"Yes, and you can enjoy each other any time," I replied. "What I don't want is a relationship that
might pull the four of us apart. That could be any relationship that's sexual."

"We may need to buy a dog or two," Monica quipped. 

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"I'd never leave you for a dog," Monica snickered. 

"Or anyone else," I said firmly. Monica was only teasing, but I wanted to make a point and they
all understood that. "I'll be faithful, too," I said.

"Oh, no. We don't want that," Mary exclaimed.

"No, we don't, Jack," Becky said. 

"Why not?" My surprise was evident.

"It's psychological, Jack. You're a man, and a man needs to feel that he's free to pursue women,"
Becky explained. 

"We want to come home at night because you want to come there, not because you feel tied
down," Mary said.  

"I like that. It is good psychology," I said.  

"Becky's screwing her boss," Monica said. "Can she continue it?"

"She told me, and I told her to break it off," I replied. "If this rule becomes too restrictive, let's
talk."

"What do you mean by 'too restrictive'?" Monica asked. 

"I don't want any of you to regret coming home either," I answered.

"All right. I've got a situation," Monica said. 

"Tell me about it."

"I'm having sex with one of my customers."

"Would you lose the sale if you ended it?"

"No, I wouldn't. It's not like that. He's seventy-two."

"Mr. Charles," Mary interjected.

"That's right. His wife died last year after a long illness and I felt sorry for him, so I went to bed
with him. Well hell, actually, I seduced him, but that was easy. We don't really fuck that much.
It's mostly cuddling."

"Do you love him?"

"Yes. Like a father or grandfather."

"I don't know," I said. "I may have a problem with that. He may be seventy-two, but he's male
and single." 

"You're serious about this faithfulness, aren't you?" Mary asked.

"Yes, I am."  

"You're not going to swap us or give us to your friends?" Monica queried.

"No."

"It'll be strange, but I think I can live with it," Monica said.

"We'll help you, Monica," Becky said solicitously.  

"That'll be the blind leading the blind," Monica quipped.

"No, it won't. I won't have any problem doing it," Becky replied assuredly. 

"But what about Mr. Charles?" Monica asked.

"If I give you permission to continue, do I give Mary and Becky permission also? Then is it one
man each, or two, or three?"

"I don't want permission, Jack. I'll be faithful," Becky said firmly. "If I find a man or woman I
want, I'll talk to you first and abide by your decision."

Mary squirmed like a four-year-old in church when I looked at her. "Well, Mary?"

"I love you, Jack. I'll spend the rest of my life with you. But. . . ." 

"Where is this going, Mary?"

"If you had a loved one who had an addiction, a horrible addiction worse than heroin or anything,
wouldn't you have sympathy for them and want to help them?" 

"Your cocksucking isn't an addiction," Becky said.

"Yes, it is. I really need to have a cock in my mouth, to feel its hard silkiness, have the thrill as it
pumps into me, the taste of that sweetest cream."

"Oh, for God's sake, Mary, don't you think you're being melodramatic?" Monica said disgustedly. 

"No, I'm not. It's that important."

"You want permission to suck someone else's cock?" I asked. 

"Well, Jack, two some-ones really."

"We'll buy you a pacifier," Monica snorted. 

"Oh, great. I get a pacifier and the bitch gets a dog," Mary barked.

"Mary, be quiet," I said forcefully. She looked properly contrite. Becky had been silent, but her
eyes had sent me messages. I appreciated the help. "All right. Monica, you can continue with Mr.
Charles, and Mary, you can keep sucking the cocks of those two some-ones. No other exceptions.
Understand."

"Yes, sir," they both replied. 

"Anything else about sex?" I asked. They all agreed we could go to the next subject. "Children. I
want to wait a year before we do anything. By then we should know if this is going to work out.
If it does, I'd like more children."

"I'll have them," Mary said brightly.

"We'll all have them," Becky said. "How many do you want?"

"I was thinking two each. That would give us nine children."

"No, Jack," Monica said. I thought she was referring to her comment she only wanted one more,
but I was wrong. "If we have nine children and four adults in the house, that's thirteen, and
thirteen is an unlucky number."

"One of us can have three," Mary interjected. 

"We can work that out later. Mary, is Jim paying child support?" She turned beet red. "What's
wrong?"

"Jim had our DNA tested and found out that Jimmy isn't his child. He must be Del's child
because I was only fucking the two of them." She shrugged.

"So Del fathered two of the three?"

"No, Jack," Monica said with a sigh. "Del didn't father Tiffany. I'm not sure who did." 

"Good," I said. "Then there aren't any other fathers out there. I like it that way."

"I knew you'd like being a father," Becky said smugly.        

"You're right. I do. I want to be the father of all of them, and that includes Veronica, Tiffany, and
Jimmy. Now let's talk about finances."

Becky said, "Can I tell you where we are?"

"Go ahead."

Becky was an accountant and she had organized their finances. She retrieved four copies of their
budget from her suitcase while Mary refreshed our coffee. Becky had been preparing the income
taxes for all three of them. She had a balance sheet and three years cash flow for each as well as
combined. I was surprised at their collective net worth, although much of it was Becky's. She was
tight with a dollar. Monica had the highest income since she was in commission sales. 

"What impact is my no cheating rule going to have on your income, Monica?" I asked.

"None," she said with a grin. "I'm a good salesman, Jack. I don't need to fuck my customers. Mr.
Charles is the only one I'm doing." 

Becky had a projected cash flow, including purchasing a new house. She recommended a
partnership to own it, since all three of them would be contributing. 

"You haven't included any contribution from me, Becky," I said. 

"I didn't know, Jack."

"I'll tell you about it later. Have you looked at houses?" 

"I like the old Tabor mansion," Mary said.

"Me, too, but it's out of our price range," Monica replied. "Anyway, it needs a ton of work." 

"Funny you should mention that house. I was over there last week looking at the place. I like it," I
said. "The repairs won't cost as much as you imagine, particularly if we put in some sweat
equity." 

We planned and schemed about the Tabor mansion. The place was about sixty years old and on a
good sized lot in an older neighborhood. When Mrs. Tabor died, the place was dilapidated with
dying shrubbery and zero drive-by appeal. However, it was structurally sound and had a lot of
square footage. 

"I'll call my realtor and make a bid," I said. They listened intently as I talked to the realtor who
was handling the sale. I made an as-is cash offer with a quick closing, which is the kind estate's
like.  

"Jack, we didn't expect this quick time-frame. We don't have the cash," Becky said.

"Don't worry about the financing," I said.

"Jack?" Mary said coyly.

"Yes?"

"Are you fucking the realtor?"

"Yes."

"Is she better in bed than we are?"  

"Never, but she is better than her daughter."

"Her daughter?"

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen. The realtor's forty-one," I replied. 

Suddenly, naked, horny women surrounded me.

"Come on, Jack."

"We're going to bed."

"It's my turn," Monica pronounced as she grabbed my hand.

I swatted her twitching ass cheek on top of the spot that received the hardest spank. She squealed
and jumped in the air. "You better be good," I said as I wagged my finger at her.

"You better have made your will because I'm going to fuck you to death," she countered saucily. 

Becky lay down on one side of us and Mary on the other. Monica lay back, grabbed my cock, and
pulled it toward her pussy. Her expression said this wouldn't be sex; it would be war. I eased into
her and we began. Her eyes never closed and the demanding, challenging expression never left
her face as she thrust and twisted under me. 

I pulled out and smiled down into those hot and haughty blue eyes. She stilled. Her eyes softened
and a tiny, sweet smile appeared below them.

"Hi, Monica Collins," I said. "I understand you're a woman who needs a man to own her."

"Not needs. Wants. And not any man. A special man."

"So, when he comes along, you'll go to him."

Her eyes twinkled. "No, but if he's the one I want, I'll let him take me."

"He'd be a lucky man," I said.

"Yes, he would, but with the right man, I'd be lucky, too."

"Have you found such a man?"

"Yes. You."

"Have I taken you?"

"Yes, Jack, you have. I'm your little slave girl now," she said lovingly.

It was a long fuck that started slow and ended hard with her legs around me as I lost myself in her
charms. Becky had been right. A properly chastised Monica was a hot and ready woman, one hell
of a good fuck who moaned happily when I shot my load in her. When I rolled off Monica, Mary
replaced me between Monica's legs to slurp out that which she so dearly loved, and Becky
climbed on top of me. She wiggled until my semi-hard cock was buried inside her pussy. 

"I don't want to fuck, Jack. I only want to feel you in me." She giggled. "My God, I haven't told a
man that since I was fifteen."

She said she didn't want to fuck, but she started rotating her pussy on my cock and it was hard
again in no time. I let Becky do the work. As I played with her delectable body, I heard Monica
orgasm again from Mary's insistent tonguing.

"I love fucking you, Jack," Becky whispered huskily. She stopped moving and stared down at me
with a powerful intensity. "I love you," she said softly.

"More Mary," Monica groaned. Mary laughed salaciously.

Becky bounced on me until we came together and she collapsed.

"Goody. More cum," Mary said. The bed moved. I felt Mary between my legs licking where
Becky and I joined. 

Monica squirmed until she was pressed against my side. She kissed me and whispered, "I love
you, Jack. We all do."

"We most definitely do," Mary said contentedly. 

I dozed off with the three of them hot against me.  

*****
Sometime later, we were in the kitchen. "Where were we?" I asked.

"You were telling us about fucking the realtor and her daughter," Monica quipped. 

"We were talking about housing," Becky corrected. "How did you know about this house?"

"I keep at eye out for old homes that can be fixed up and sold for a profit. I've done three of them
so far."

"Tell us about it, Jack. We haven't seen the inside," Mary said. 

I described the house in detail. It was custom built in the 1920s in Southern Victorian style with a
wrap around veranda. It had a partial basement containing about 2000 square feet, two floors of
about 3000 square feet each, and an unfinished attic. The bathrooms, electrical, and plumbing
would have to be replaced. There wasn't any central air-conditioning. The old garage, which was
detached, was beyond repair. The trees were in decent shape, but the shrubs and grass needed
replacing. But the place was structurally sound, made of heavy hardwood and without any insect
damage. The hardwoods in the floor and certain walls were irreplaceable, and the lot was big. 

As I talked, Monica sketched. She was good and soon we had a working drawing.

"I'm impressed," I said as I looked at her sketches. "Do you paint?"

"No. I draw dirty pictures sometimes," she replied with an adorably lecherous leer.  

"How would we do this?" Becky said. 

As we talked about the house plans, hands were on me. The touches weren't sexual. They were
loving. I touched them the same way. 

When dinner time came around, I said, "I'm starved. Let's head on out to the restaurant."

They passed looks among themselves before Mary spoke for them. "Jack, could we eat here?" 

"Why?"

"We brought a lot of food and we wouldn't have to dress," Mary continued.

"The truth is we're saving money," Monica said. "Particularly me. I'm a spendthrift, and I've got
to save more. I've got to make a home for a child and I need to plan for the future." Her eyes
burned into me. "Having another child scares me, Jack."

"Why?" I asked.

"Forget about all the time and emotional stress if you can. Do you know how much it costs to
raise a child?"

"My parents raised ten and Mom never worked," I replied. "We kids did."

"I want Tiffany to have the best," she replied. 

"She will. They all will," I said. I put my arms around her. She put her head on my chest and her
arms around my waist. She burrowed there as I stroked her naked back. "It's tough being a single
mom, but you're not single anymore. You've got me."

She looked up at me with soft, sweet, slightly damp, and oh-so-sexy blue eyes. "Oh, Jack," she
murmured.

That's when it hit me. I was as good as married. Marriage! The fourth Horseman of the
Apocalypse. Fidelity. Commitment. Marriage. Wife. Oh, shit! I'd really stepped in it!

"Are you all right, Jack?" Becky asked solicitously. She joined us, wrapping one arm around me
and the other around Monica. Mary did the same on the other side. I was glad they were there.
They kept me from falling over. 

"I'm fine," I squeaked. "But I need to sit down."

With their help, I collapsed on one of the dining room chairs. They cooed and clucked around
me. One brought me a drink, another some hors d'oeuvres. Reassuring hands were all over me.  

"I'll start the gas grill," Mary said. She disappeared toward the patio and Becky started dinner
preparations.

Monica straddled my legs and stared into my eyes. "Are you sure you want this, Jack? Are you
sure you want three women to comfort and console? To love and cherish in sickness and in
health?"

It wasn't my brain that replied. It was my heart, or maybe my cock. "Yes, I'm sure. Completely
sure."

"For how long? Six months? Or until someone better comes along? Or until some rich beauty
snares you in her trap? How long, Jack?"

"Until I die of old age in my own bed surrounded by my three wives and my children and my
grandchildren."

"Thank God," she gasped and clutched me tightly to whisper in my ear. "I need you, Jack. Don't
be afraid to make me tow the line. I'm worth it. And no matter what happens, please, oh, please,
don't ever leave me."

"I won't leave you, Monica." I gently pushed her back so I could see her face. "And I am strong
enough. Have no doubt about that."

"I don't."

We kissed like we'd never kissed. Sweet and tender. Loving. The kind of kisses Mary and Becky
gave me. Kisses that said more than I want your cock. Kisses that said I love you. Becky was
standing behind Monica. She'd stopped her preparations to watch us. Her face was soft, her eyes
passive and tender, and that soft smile was on her lips. 

"I'm slaving over a hot grill and you people are getting off," Mary complained as she bounced
into the room. "Are you all right, Jack?" she asked. 

"I've never been better."

"Want to tell us what happened?" she continued.

"I felt the bonds of matrimony being snapped around my fragile neck," I said sardonically. I saw
their expressions. "Was it that obvious?" I said. 

"Yes, Jack," Mary said as she restrained a laugh. Her face contorted. She snickered, tried to hold
it in, and exploded in a gale of laughter. "You should've seen your face, like you'd looked into the
face of Death and he smiled at you." 

"I'm glad you're enjoying my pain," I said. 

"You were funny, Jack," Becky said. 

"I'm sorry I started this, Jack," Monica said. "But children need love and attention and money.
Gobs of money. It did frighten me. You know that I wasn't playing a game with you, don't you?"  

"I know. It pushed a hot button in me, that's all. Do you live on a budget?"

"Becky's trying to put me on one, but I'm resisting," Monica replied. 

"Before the weekend's over, I want you to sit down with Becky and draft a budget. I don't want
you spending a dime without her knowledge and permission."

Monica spun around to glare at Becky. "Did you put him up to this?"

"I didn't. Cross my heart."

"I'd rather have a collar around my throat than my pocketbook," she retorted.

"You'll get both," I said. "Mary, how about you?" 

"I'd love a collar."

"I meant about money."

"I'm good with money, Jack. I'm not as tight as Becky, but I'm a whole lot tighter than Monica."

"I've got a combined cash flow based on budgets for the three of us, Jack," Becky said. "I even
brought my laptop to make changes."

"We'll do it after dinner. Right now, I'm starved and cooking steaks is man's work."

"Everything else is woman's work," Monica quipped. Those blue eyes were teasing, not
challenging, me.   

"True," I said, grinning at her. 

The steaks were cooked to perfection, as was everything else. During dinner, we talked about
fear. Fear of commitment. Fear of being in a relationship forever. Only Mary didn't admit to
those fears. She said that when she met me, she knew I was right for her and her friends. After
dinner, I started on the dishes.

"Jack," Becky said. "You've got to let us wait on you."

"I'll get spoiled," I said. 

"That's the idea," Mary said. 

Monica had a devilish grin when she said, "Fill his belly with good food. Fuck him and suck him
until he can't get out of bed. Give him a nice warm home where he's treated like a king. That's the
way to tighten the noose." I feigned horror and we all laughed together.   

After the dishes were finished, I said, "Let's watch a movie." We agreed on a romantic comedy,
not porn. I propped up in the middle of the bed with Becky on my right, Monica on my left, and
Mary between my spread legs leaning back against me. 

After the movie, Becky asked, "Can we discuss the cash flow projections I made based on the
budgets?"

"Why don't you change them to include me," I said.

"How much would you contribute?" she asked. 

They all three were watching me with baited breath. This was a litmus test of my dedication to
the group. I had no idea if their research showed I owned the construction company or the other
businesses. I guessed not because I try to hide my resources.

"All three of you are contributing everything you have into the partnership?" I asked.

"Yes, we are," Becky said.

"Every nickel and every dime," Monica added. 

"And Monica's cash flow is the highest?" I asked. 

"Yes, it is," Becky said.

"I'll match the pot for capital and contribute cash flow equal to Monica's," I said. They all three
froze, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "What?" I asked. 

"Can you afford that?" Becky asked.

"Yes, I can. Budget for a new van, too. We'll be taking a few trips and we need something
reliable."

"I've never had a new car," she said. 

"You may not this time. We'll have to see what's available."

"Can I go redo the budget?"

"Go ahead." Mary and Monica knelt beside me on the bed and their eyes glistened sexually. "You
said you wanted to be collared?" I asked Mary.

"Yes. Can I get it?" I nodded. "Locking or regular?"

"Does it make any difference?" I asked.

"It does to me," Monica said. "I feel more secure if it's locked."

"How much stuff did you bring?" I asked. 

"A lot," Mary said with a grin. 

"Bring it all," I said.

They did bring a lot. The heavy suitcases were loaded with bondage equipment. Both of them
enjoyed B&D, which was going to be a pleasure to explore. They both had two collars, one in
soft leather and one in stainless covered by leather that locked behind the neck. I put the locking
ones on them, found some wristlets, and applied those for effect. They were the two sexiest little
slave girls any man ever had. 

"Come pleasure me," I said as I lay back on the bed. 

We were enjoying ourselves and the ladies were getting ready to mount up when Becky burst into
the room.

"Look at this," she exclaimed. "I know I'm interrupting, but. . . ." 

Becky was staring at the collars around the necks of her two best friends. She looked at me with a
deep, questioning gaze, which slowly morphed into that delicious sexy twinkle and Mona Lisa
smile.

"Do you have a collar, Becky?" I asked.

"I don't own a collar, Jack. If you'll buy me one, I'll wear it."

"I'll buy it as soon as we get back to town. In the meantime, find something that'll work." 

"My leather one will fit you," Monica said. 

Becky found it and handed it to me. I fastened it around her neck.

There they were, kneeling on the bed with their collars around their necks, three beautiful, sexy,
ladies who belonged to me. 

"How do we look, Jack?" Becky asked very softly. 

"Fabulous," I replied.

"Do you like us naked and collared?" Monica continued.

"Our pussies dripping as we await your command?" Mary said. 

"Are you going to like living with a harem of three hot, willing women, Jack?"

"Yes, I will," I said. 

"That's good, because it's a two-edged sword."

"You're ours now."

"We're not letting you get away."

"Oh?" I asked. 

"Doesn't his collar look good on him?"

"So do the leathers on his wrists."

"Now wait a minute," I said. 

"We won't make your restraints too tight."

"You'll forget you're wearing them in no time."

"You'll even learn to enjoy them." 

They began to caress and kiss and stroke me. They were right. I didn't feel the restraints, but I
knew they were there. They were the same kind any married man feels. They felt perfect on me.  

The End

