by Amelia June
"Oh, Abby, I didn't know. I...I guess I didn't think about the reality of this situation. We're not asking you a small thing. We're asking you to put your body and heart through a major transition. The joy of a child is great, and I didn't really think beyond that. I hear what you are saying. After all, I've been a major spokesman for the poly movement for a decade. Bringing you into the public eye would open you up to all kinds of things. I've been out of the closet for so long, so publicly, it never occurred to me how you might feel." He pulled her to the living room and sat down facing her on the couch. He took both her hands and waited for her to respond. His love and respect for her was clear.
"Thank you for understanding, sweetheart. I just didn't know how to tell you guys. I wasn't even sure of my feelings until just now. It's not like I'm ashamed to be with you and Jordan, or afraid to be 'outted' per se. I am just not interested in conceiving a child for reasons outside of our love for one another."
"This is why it is so important for you to talk to us. And for us to talk to you. We had no idea how you felt about this, and why you were turning us away. We were confused and worried about you. Next time, sweet girl, you've got to talk to us. We don't bite. Much." A glint of wickedness shone in his eyes at that.
"Okay, okay, I know. I'm sorry. I'm working on it. I'm not used to being so up front, so constantly honest with myself, let alone with two others."
"Heh. Lessons of poly. I still screw it up, don't worry. None of us is perfect after all. But the important thing here is the question of a baby. I would love for us to get pregnant, for us to show the nation how a loving poly family works. For us to show the world that God has not punished us or struck us barren, and that anyone can have a child if they wish. But you know what? We can still do that without making your pregnancy public. You won't show or be obvious for months, and who knows how long it will take us to conceive? I would like you to help me get the word out about 'Triple X'. I would also like you to have my child. Those things never have to cross paths if you are uncomfortable with it. I would rather you be happy and well cared for throughout pregnancy than make some point politically with your big belly. You and Jordan are my priorities, not my work. All else is secondary to us."
"I want to make sure Jordan understands my boundaries about this," said Abby, excitement growing within her. Motherhood? Holy cow.
"Of course. We all need to have this talk one more time." Edan squeezed her hands and asked, "Does that mean you might get on board?"
"Of course!" Abby said, flinging her arms around his neck. Laughing, she toppled them both over on the couch, laying atop Edan. "We're going to be parents."
Jordan chose just that moment to walk in the door. He took one look at his beloveds on the couch and dropped his things to join them. He pulled Abby off Edan and into his lap, Edan following to put his head on Jordan's shoulder.
"Guess what?" said Abby smiling.
"Um...Edan managed to get you to open up about the whole baby thing?" Jordan said, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, he helped me talk it out and scolded me thoroughly for not talking to you both about what was going on for me."
"Well, good," said Jordan, "it isn't like you to clam up that way. We were worried about you. So, what did you all come to?"
Edan filled Jordan in on Abby's concerns, and Jordan agreed instantly that Abby's pregnancy and their baby would not be a part of their political work. He echoed Edan's feelings and enthusiasm.
"So, have we decided, then?" asked Edan eagerly.
"I think so," said Jordan, "Abby?"
"I say," said Abby, drawing out a small silence. "I say we start trying right now." She leaned down and kissed Jordan deeply on the lips, and moved her hand from Jordan's shoulder to the base of Edan's neck.
"Mmm, good idea," said Edan. "I agree wholeheartedly." His hand slid into Jordan's lap and squeezed firmly. Jordan squirmed his hips encouragingly. Abby felt him hardening underneath her and sighed. Edan started nibbling on Jordan's neck, eliciting murmurs of approval from him. Abby sat back as she often did and watched her two lovers interact. She loved the interplay of heat and lust between them, found herself to be quite the voyeur. She balanced, knees on the couch, on Jordan's lap and just watched as Edan began biting in earnest, leaving little red marks on Jordan's neck. Jordan turned his head and kissed Edan on the lips. Both closed their eyes and fell into the kiss, so much so that she felt swept away along with them. As if on cue they broke the kiss and looked at her. Jordan lifted her shirt over her head and Edan worked on hiking up her skirt. She let her head fall back, and she could feel her hair grazing her shoulder blades as each man took a nipple in their mouths and sucked eagerly. Her nipples were exquisitely sensitive to touch, and she began to quiver under their attention. She felt her breasts cupped in gentle hands, one for each of them, and she felt Edan bite down roughly. Edan was the roughest of the three, preferring a bite to a nibble and he occasionally indulged his bondage fetish with the two of them. "Abby," he said, and she knew from his tone and rough bites that he wanted just such a thing this evening. "I want you on your back, girl, are you willing?"
"Oh yes," she replied, knowing she was the object of attention tonight. Edan stood and pulled her to her feet. They moved to the bedroom, shucking clothes in a trail like breadcrumbs. Once there, Jordan went for the rope in the bedside drawer and began dutifully attaching it to the bedposts. Edan growled low and cat-like, then stepped into Abby, forcing her to move back until she was in bed. He mounted her quickly and Jordan fed him rope to bind her arms and legs. Soon she was secured to the bed, arms over her head and legs spread wide. Edan loved her vulnerability, and she in turn loved the submission involved.
Edan leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you, girl, but first I'm going to make you cum for me. I want you to wait until I give you permission, though. I want you nice and wet." She thought it strange that she felt so safe with these men, tied up and helpless before them. But she trusted them both implicitly and found some freedom in the giving over of control to them. Edan was such a powerful presence, intoxicating. She nodded her assent to him and he began to tease her body. He positioned Jordan at her feet first, saying, "Jordan, you get toes and the backs of her knees. I'm going for inner arms and neck." Jordan nodded and leaned down. She felt him envelop her big toe in his mouth, his velvet tongue gently encircling the tip, causing her to shake a bit. She saw him smile around her foot at her reaction and redouble his efforts. Edan moved to her inner arms, biting her roughly enough to leave marks. He assaulted her neck, sucking and biting just short of leaving a hickey but making her squirm with lust.
"I know you like that, Abby; I can tell your pussy is dripping just from the scent of you. You are becoming more and more aroused as we work your body." She nodded weakly as he continued his trek down her body, running his hands lightly over her exposed flesh then biting or scratching roughly. The contrast between light and forceful touches brought goose bumps to her skin and made her moan for more. "Not yet, pet," Edan said, "not until I say so."
Jordan had moved to the backs of her knees and licked, then blew cold air over them making her shiver. Her legs were becoming tense and fatigued from the tightening and loosening of her muscles with each touch from them. After what seemed like an eternity of gentle torture, Edan finally moved between her legs, moving Jordan to attend to her mouth. Edan ran a finger through her pussy, and brought it to her lips for a taste. "Do you taste that, pet? That is you; that is what we do to you. Do you want more?" She could only nod and whimper softly, as Jordan was kissing her gently, her lips already swollen from Edan's kisses earlier.
Edan looked her in the eye and began to flick a finger up against her clit, first gently then harder. She let out a muffled shout as he flicked her over and over then stopped short. Every muscle in her body was tense, every nerve firing. She was on the edge, and needed only a little push to go over.
He reached for a condom, then stopped himself. "Tonight we are fluid bonded,"
said Edan. "The three of us will share the ultimate in intimate contact. We can be no closer than we will be this evening." Abby hadn't realized that at first, and she and Jordan looked at each other, then Edan, and smiled broadly. He slid his hardened cock inside her in one firm stroke, and she cried out again with pleasure. "All right, girl," he practically growled at her, "cum for me." She didn't need him to tell her twice, and she fell over the brink, yelling incoherently. On the tail of her orgasm, she saw he was aroused by the control of her, the intimacy of the moment, and it didn't take long before he was fucking her hard, slamming her body into Jordan's until he came, emptying inside her. He leaned over and embraced her, whispering a gentle "Thank you, love," in her ear, as he always did when he dominated her like this.
Jordan untied her quickly, preferring her arms around him. He was dripping with excitement, and moved on top of her quickly. He gazed in her eyes and said, "I can't believe we're here, Abby, but I'm so happy to be. I am so excited to see the child created of our union." They gazed at each other for a moment, savoring their bond, then he entered her. She was dripping wet, and he thrust slowly. Edan sat at her head and stroked her hair as Jordan made love to her. They moved together, finding their familiar rhythm. Too soon she felt herself close to orgasm again and they came together, breathing almost as one person.
Afterward they propped her bottom up on a pillow to help things go where they needed to. She laid there, her wide hips and generous breasts exposed, and thought about herself only two years ago. She had been lonely, searching for companionship and love but finding only one night stands. Now here she was, making a baby with two lovely men and having the time of her life. A deep sense of peace and fulfillment rolled over her in a wave and she felt overwhelmed with joy. She dozed off that way, her head in Edan's lap and Jordan showering in the next room, a gigantic grin on her face.
* * * *
May 20th, 2008
Nina showered languidly, enjoying the hot water rolling down her body. She put her face in the water and let it stream through her long hair. She wondered if she should cut it, make her life a bit easier. Her husband had always loved her long hair, but she found it burdensome. She figured cutting it would be smart, easier to maintain when the baby came. She stepped out of the warm shower reluctantly and wrapped a big towel around her. She picked up the pregnancy test for the sixth time in the half hour since she took it. There was no doubt that she was pregnant, thanks to her friend Sarah and her husband.
She looked at the two lines on the stick and felt her heart flutter in her chest. She was so excited; she could almost feel her little boy growing inside her. Her excitement was tempered, though, with sadness and anger. She should be thrilled, sharing her news with the world and her loving husband. Instead, she had to hide any evidence of pregnancy and avoid her husband's attention at all costs. Sadly, she walked to the trash can and tossed the test and box, being careful to bury it under other garbage on the off chance her husband might use her bathroom. She didn't expect him to. Since the night he had violated her, he rarely visited her at all. When he did visit, he usually quoted Bible text at her and repeatedly praised her for returning to God. He seemed changed, and when he spoke his eyes darted about the room as though he could see things she couldn't. She had no feelings left for this man, her husband, and wondered how she had ever fallen in love with him to begin with. She had known he was religious, so was she. But she had not realized how insane those beliefs had become. He almost appeared to believe he was the new messiah. She feared his anger when he discovered her betrayal, feared for her life and that of her child's. She had already begun to concoct a way to leave the White House and disappear so the baby would be safe from his father's wrath. For now she would play the good wife and keep her own council.
Nina padded into her bedroom and dressed quickly, pausing only once to sit and rest. The pregnancy hormones were already starting, making her dizzy and lightheaded on occasion. She flipped on the news, and to her surprise saw her husband giving a press conference. She sat down to watch, intrigued.
"Mr. President, rumors of the 'Triple X' theory are becoming more credible every day. Some are saying that scientists have been threatened into silence on the matter. Do you care to comment?" A young, good looking reporter in the front row asked loudly. Nina noticed that several of his colleagues turned to look at him with shock, even horror. She knew the press was being manipulated, but apparently this young man's conscience had gotten the better of him.
"Yes, I will comment on that, junior," her husband said in a mocking tone she knew very well. "The so-called 'Triple X' theory is nothing more than anti-Christian, anti-family sensationalism brought about by the country's fears and lack of faith. No one, no researcher or geneticist, has been able to prove this ridiculous claim to be true..."
"But, Mr. President," the foolish reporter interrupted, "how can they prove it without proper lab tests? The current ban in place prevents any such research."
Her husband got a glassy, angry look in his eye though he continued smiling broadly at the cameras. "God does not want us to test our blasphemous theories on living tissue. When God intends for us to have children, we will. It is people like you who insist on asking questions rather than carrying out God's work that are keeping this country infertile. Next question please."
While the cameras swung away from the young reporter and onto the next, Nina saw a secret service officer step out of the background and grab him by the arm, leading him away. She knew he would be looking for a new job soon, and pitied him. She did not believe in abortion, in taking the life of innocents, but her faith in God led her to believe that He wanted her to conceive in the new way. She could not believe in such a vengeful, hateful God. She had been raised to believe that God loved her and all his creations, even non-Christians. Surely God would not want people censored, even jailed, for speaking out. God gave His people intellect and science for a reason, and to shun it altogether seemed wrong to Nina. She wondered how many people really believed the propaganda and lies being fed to them, and how many truly thought that God wanted them to have children again. She thought of the diversity of life in America. She didn't agree with everyone's opinions but she saw no reason to shun them or prevent them from living their lives in peace. God was the final judge, not her and certainly not her husband. No one was without sin in this life, but somehow he had lost sight of the true nature of God.
Nina felt her breath hitch in her chest as she cried her last tears for her marriage and the man she had fallen in love with. He was lost to her now, and she had to move on with for her baby's sake and her own. She figured she had four months or so before she would begin to show, four months to find a way out of this life and into a new one.
Chapter 10
May 15th, 2008
Abby presented the main course, a lovingly prepared chicken cordon bleu, with a flourish. The guests at her table broke out in spontaneous applause as she set the large platter down, and everyone started digging in. Edan and Jordan flanked her, and both beamed at her with pride for a moment before digging in themselves. Their dinners had become somewhat legendary, and more often than not the core group of rally organizers met at their house with some excuse to come at dinnertime. Today, the topic was reproduction, not their normal cup of tea.
"Look, all I'm saying is that the issue is a great one for public sympathy. And we have the answer; we can confirm with actual data what most of the country has begun to suspect." Edan was passionately arguing the case for going public with the data Jordan and Abby snuck out of Reprotech.
"But how is exposing this information supposed to help our cause?" asked a rather severe woman named Pat. "I thought we were campaigning for marriage rights, not helping Sally Homemaker have babies again." Abby blanched a little at this, but held her tongue.
"I hear what you're saying," Jordan, ever the peacemaker, responded, "but think of how it could further the poly movement if people discovered it takes three to tango now. I mean, the sup
port for poly households could skyrocket. Men living together will no longer be taboo, and alternative lifestyles will become more acceptable. I can't help but see the possibility for increased tolerance everywhere."
"That makes sense," Pat responded. "Still, though, taking the position that conception is possible publicly could get us into a lot of trouble. Aren't we better off politically keeping silent?"
"Maybe we would be," said another guest, Timothy. "But in the eyes of the public we would be heroes. Think of it. This November is the presidential election, we all know that. Think of how we could influence the American public if we could prove that Jones lied to them and covered up the information. We could be part of ousting this psychotic administration. I can't think of a more important cause right now."
Pat was nodding now, getting on board.
"Okay, I see your point. At this point I'll do anything to get rid of that maniac in office. But how? So far we've stayed fairly low under the public radar outside of DC. How can we make ourselves visible to the majority?"
"I was thinking we should start with the media. I'm sure news agencies would be all over this story, and we can make sure we get Abby noticed when she starts to show. You guys will make great looking spokesmen for this cause." Pat was rolling now.
"No," said Jordan immediately, taking Abby's hand under the table. "We aren't going to put Abby in the public eye when she's pregnant."
"Now wait," Edan interrupted. "I don't think it will hurt for us to have her present. We don't have to discuss her pregnancy outright, but think of the message her presence would send on camera." Abby and Jordan both looked at him, shocked. Some part of her recognized the conviction in him, the passion she had fallen for, but most of her was overwhelmed with disbelief and anger.
"Edan, we've already discussed this," said Jordan. "You agreed we'd protect her privacy. What are you talking about?"
