Emma

Two years later

The antique shop was busy for a Tuesday. Isla warbled happily in her stroller as I pushed her down the aisle, and she reached out to grab a long skirt as I stopped to look at a lamp. 

“That’s not for you, little buddy,” Adrian said, as he gently prised the fabric from her tiny fingers. 

Isla leaned out of the stroller, her voice growing louder as she stretched and wailed, furious that the skirt was still out of reach. Luckily, Jackson was on hand to pass her the plush elephant that we’d brought with us, and it distracted her enough that we could keep moving. 

“I’m going to have to babyproof the whole studio, aren’t I?” Xavier asked. “She’s going to get into everything.” 

“Don’t you know it,” I said jokingly. “She’s already climbing and she can’t even walk yet. It’s a good thing there are four of us — we’re going to need all eight eyes on her.”

Isla tossed the elephant on the floor and Jackson stooped to pick it up and give it back to her. 

“What about this?” Adrian asked, pointing to a painting of a couple sunbathing on deckchairs next to a pool. “I think it’d look great in the new house.”

 “I think you’re right,” Xavier said. “I’ll add it to the list.” 

He used both thumbs to type on his phone and took a photo of the painting that he would show the staff at the front of the store. Ordinarily, we would have picked up the items we wanted as we walked around, but since we had a whole house to decorate, it was easier if the staff collected them for us. 

It had been Xavier’s idea to move, but once we’d had Isla,  it was clear the apartment above the studio wasn’t big enough for us anymore. 

The tattoo studio would stay where it was, and we’d use the upstairs apartment for storage or somewhere to sleep on those intense days when we’d worked hard and needed a break, but we would move to a house that we’d bought with our pooled savings. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for each of us to have our own room, plus a couple of spares in case we decided to have more kids. 

And secretly, I was hoping to have two more, so we could have one fathered by each man. Not that we knew who Isla’s father was, of course, but based on her blond hair and clear skin, I had my suspicions that she might be Jackson’s. But all three men loved her as their own: Xavier sat with her, reading books out loud in an animated voice; Adrian sang lullabies and cooked home-made baby food; and Jackson ran her baths and brought home the cutest outfits for her to wear. 

Isla was wearing one of the outfits he’d bought now — a princess dress with a tulle skirt, and she loved it. She especially loved trying to poke holes through the skirt with her fingers, but luckily she wasn’t strong enough to do that yet. 

“What about this?” I asked, stopping halfway down the aisle. I could see myself in an antique cast iron mirror, the tattoos on my legs visible under my skirt, which ended above my knees. 

“I’m adding it,” Xavier said, and pulled out his phone again. “And I think that’s probably enough for today. We can always come back another time.” 

He showed us the list, which so far had at least twenty items on it. The house we’d bought had been built in the nineteen-twenties, and everything we’d chosen was going to make it look like we were still living in the past. Except, of course, for the fact that our four-way relationship would have been impossible back then. 

Not that it mattered to us. 

We made our way back to the front of the store, paid the salesman, and got into the car, strapping Isla in first. The studio was only five minutes away, and I still felt strange driving past it to the new house, but as soon as we pulled up in the driveway, I felt like I was home. 

“Come on, bubs,” I said, as I lifted Isla out of her carseat and passed her to Adrian. 

“Phew, someone smells,” he said, and turned his face away as she grabbed his nostril between her chubby baby fingers. “I’m going to change you as soon as we get inside.”

The house was two storys high, with gothic architecture and a spiral staircase on the west side. It had recently been renovated, and I absolutely loved it. Adrian went inside first, taking Isla into her bedroom so he could change her, and the rest of us went into the kitchen, where we prepared steak and salad for dinner.

“You need to wash that first,” I laughed, as Xavier ripped leaves from a head of lettuce and placed them unwashed on our plates. 

“Weren’t they covered by the other leaves?” he asked, looking at me blankly. “I don’t think anyone would have touched them.”

“Lettuce grows in dirt,” I pointed out, and picked up a leaf to show him the dark specks on it. “You don’t want to eat that, do you?”

“Ew, this one’s got a grub on it,” Jackson said, and tossed his leaf back at me. 

“Hey, no food fights in the kitchen,” I said, as I took the leaves and rinsed them in the sink. “We need to set a good example for Isla… and whoever her brothers or sisters might be.” 

I let my words hang in the air, waiting to hear their reaction. 

“Do you want to give her a sibling?” Xavier asked, his voice serious again. It was hard to read his expression, but at least he hadn’t said no.

“I really would,” I said, and was filled with relief when his face burst into a smile. 

“Me too,” he said, and Jackson followed suit. 

“It’s what we all want,” he said. “But we weren’t sure if you were ready.”

Adjusting to being a new parent had been understandably hard, even with three hot capable men helping me. None of us had experience with babies so we learned together, by going to classes, reading books and bonding over our mistakes. 

“What’s going on?” Adrian asked, when he walked in to find all of us embracing. 

“How would you feel about having another baby?” Xavier asked, and Adrian gave me a wry look. 

“Isla’s down for her nap, so why don’t we start making that baby now?” he asked, and took a few steps closer, treading quietly on the floorboards. “I’ve heard rumors that the process for making them is pretty fun,” he said. “Especially with all four of us involved.” 

“Well,” I said, as I trailed my finger down his chest, outside his shirt, “I’ve heard that rumor, too.”

Adrian’s breathing grew deeper as my finger reached his waist. 

“How would you like to do that?” he asked. “Hypothetically?”

“Hypothetically,” I said in my sexiest voice, looking at each of my lovers through hooded eyes, “I’d kneel down, unzip your pants and give you a blow job right here.” I pointed to his feet, enjoying the performance. “But just to tease you — I’d stop before you came. Then I’d stand up, hoping that someone,” I let my gaze flit between Xavier and Jackson, “would take off my pants and eat me out from behind. And then,” I said, pausing for dramatic effect, “I’d want all three of you to take turns fucking me.”

All three guys were holding their breath. My pulse thumped in my ears as my story awoke my own desire, and I knew they were feeling the same way. I had no doubt that all three of them were hard, and all three were waiting for me to make the first move. 

“Or maybe,” I said, as I sauntered between them, “I’ll start with Jackson instead.”

I could feel his erection through his pants as I fumbled with the button. Once his pants were off, he stood at full attention, and I wrapped my lips around his swollen head, sucking gently as I moved my mouth down his shaft. The other guys watched, their full attention on us as I reached my left hand up to stroke Jackson’s balls, and slid my right hand down my panties. 

I was already wet — I’d been that way almost permanently since the four of us had started our relationship — but I ignored my gaping slit and instead rubbed my clit like I was trying to set it on fire. 

All the while, I kept my mouth moving. 

Jackson moaned and sank his weight into his heels, leaning back so his cock was fully vertical and I stood up to get a better angle. 

Xavier and Jackson both took the opportunity to crowd in closer, stroking my back, my hair and my ass, and then undressed me simultaneously, with Adrian unbuttoning my blouse, as Xavier pulled down my jeans. 

I was naked now and so was Jackson, who’d pulled his shirt off while Adrian unclipped my bra. My pussy and ass were completely exposed, something Xavier and Adrian were obviously keen to take full advantage of. Xavier kneeled in front of me, lapping his tongue over my clit while Adrian unzipped his pants and nudged the head of his cock against my opening. 

Feeling him sink inside me while I had Jackson’s cock in my mouth felt unbelievably naughty, especially once they got into a rhythm. Jackson’s cock nudged my throat at the same time as Adrian’s explored the depths of my pussy, and it gave me the feeling of being completely filled that I’d been craving all day. All the while, Xavier never stopped eating me out, and he squeezed my thighs with his strong hands, digging into my muscles. 

And then, right when I thought my body was about to erupt with pleasure, the guys pulled away. 

“What gives?” I asked, reaching out for Xavier’s arm. “We were just getting started!”

“Yes we are,” Adrian said, as he pulled down the vase from the bookshelf and pulled three small navy boxes from it, passing one to each of the other guys. 

“We can get back to that,” Jackson said with a wide smile. “But for now, we’ve got a different plan, because we want to show you how much we love you, and not just because of this.” 

“We love you more than anything,” Xavier said. “We want to grow old with you, and we hope you love us the same way.” 

All three guys kneeled in front of me, their naked bodies still glistening with sweat. I gasped, feeling more turned on than ever. 

“Emma,” Adrian said, flipping his box open to reveal a gold diamond ring.

“Marie,” Jackson said, doing the same to show a rose gold ring.

“Kearns,” Xavier added, revealing a white gold ring. 

“Will you marry us?” they asked in unison. 

I was so happy I didn’t know whether to laugh, come, or cry. 

“Yes,” I said, kissing them one at a time as they slid the rings onto my ring finger. “A thousand times, yes!” 

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