Jay and Carly, Book 2 - Chapter 12

Sorry for the delay. I think this chapter has been torn apart and rewritten more than any other chapter (maybe the wedding chapter... that was hard too). I finally decided "screw it" and just tried to write what made sense. This chapter is pretty light on sex (and I had to sort of retcon the very ending of the last chapter as a result) but progresses the story where it needs to go so ultimately it's necessary. Thanks for the patience and support, next chapter will be quicker AND have more fun action. 

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(New Chapter 11 ending)

“Sorry, Master. Maybe you’ll need to give me a spanking,” she said, rocking back and forth.

I looked at her, grabbed her hand and practically pulled her down the beach, already picturing her imminent punishment. It was a long time coming and it was definitely going to be enjoyable… for me.

(Chapter 12)

An hour later, I was laying in bed, cuddling with my beautiful wife. Her head was resting on my shoulder and her pale white ass was peeking out from the covers below. Well… it used to be pale white. At that moment it was thoroughly reddened. I’d spanked her ass for almost 30 minutes before her begging caused my resolve to break and I’d fucked her so loud that the other girls in the house had all come upstairs to watch.

That had resulted in Sasha licking Kyrsten to her own screaming orgasm while Victoria simply knelt on the ground, passively watching the action.

“Are you happy with our life, Carly?”

Carly looked up at me, “Of course, Master,” she said, surprised by my question. “Are you?”

“Almost too happy to believe, babe. This is like every guy’s fantasy dialed up to 11.”

“I’m glad, Master. It means a lot to me that I’ve helped you to achieve that fantasy.”

“Still… it’s a lot. Juggling all of these women and relationships, you know,” I said. I often got like this after a truly great orgasm. Once every ounce of sexual energy had been squeezed from me, I tended to start thinking more practically.

Fortunately, the two sexed up vixens in the room who hadn’t had an orgasm, were there to distract me.

Sasha and Victoria slid up either side of the bed. Sasha sliding up behind Carly and cupping her breast while she gently placed her lips on Carly’s exposed neck. Sasha stared into my eyes as her lips brushed that gently curved neck. Carly’s sharp catch of her breath revealed her instant arousal but Sasha just locked eyes with me and stared. “You don’t need to juggle this worthless cunt, Master. Please don’t spare a thought to my pleasure or wants. Don’t ever let me be a burden to you in any way, shape or form, Master. It would make me… sad…”

Carly just murmured her agreement as Sasha traced a line from shoulder to ear with her tongue. Meanwhile, Victoria was snuggling up on my right. Her heavy, tattooed breasts prominently displayed and impossible not to lust over. “We are here to serve you, Mr. S. We want you to have a happy, relaxed life because we know that you’ll give us what we all need. But none of us want to be a cause of stress.”

All four of them murmured agreement as Victoria continued, “Just share with us your conquests. Tell us what you did. I go to sleep every night you’re not fucking me with mind blowing orgasms just remembering what I’ve seen you’ve done… or imagining what you’re going to do to the next slut you convert.”

“See, Master,” Carly said, looking up with me with wide, dark eyes. “Your happiness and pleasure brings us happiness and pleasure. Keeping this big, thick white cock conquering pussy makes our little pussies happy.”

I was silent for a minute as I looked between the four girls. All of them were nodding in agreement. “I’m really lucky I found you guys.”

Carly just smiled up at me, “We’re the lucky ones, Master. All of us were a little broken and you fixed us.”

“No more than you fixed me, after…” my voice caught as I realized what I was about to say. I caught Sasha’s eyes and, for just a moment, I saw that girl from a year ago. The emotions all came back. The love and the hurt.

Sasha saw it too. She averted her gaze for a moment before forcing herself to look back at me and silently, slowly mouthing the words, “I’m sorry.” I could see the water in her eyes. I wanted to forgive her. To hold her and tell her it was okay. But I also knew I couldn’t. Not yet. Because I didn’t forgive her. Not yet. But, in that moment, I knew one thing. I wanted to. I think that’s when I realized that I needed to.

The silence in the room lingered on before, eventually, Kyrsten cleared her throat and stood up from the chair across the room, “As fun as this is, I’ve got some work to do. Some of us aren’t independently wealthy, you know.” She laughed and gave Carly’s already red ass a sharp smack. My first wife squealed a delightful little yelp and covered her ass before hopping up and chasing Kyrsten down the stairs.

“Victoria, please go remind my wife she probably shouldn’t be running down the stairs,” I said with a laugh.

Victoria climbed languidly out of bed and ran her fingers through her long, dusky brown hair. “Sure thing, Mr. S.”

With their departure, it left me with Sasha. We hadn’t been alone much since she joined our household. She sat there on the edge of the bed, watching me silently. The only thing she was wearing was a thick leather collar and a pair of thigh high stockings. Her face was still a bit of a mess from going down on Kyrsten but she still looked lovely and sexy. Somehow innocent and slutty all at once.

“I don’t know that I’m ready to fully forgive you, Sasha.”

She nodded, “I know, Master.”

“But I want to,” I said. Her eyes snapped up to look at me and they sparkled. A hint of a smile twitched at the corner of her mouth but she suppressed it.

“I don’t need that, Master. I need you to punish me for… for how I was. I don’t want you to forgive the old Sasha. She’s gone.”

I smirked at her and stroked her hair before leaning forward to kiss her forehead gently. Then I gripped her hair tightly in my hand and yanked her head back, “But I don’t care what you want, bitch.”

Her eyes grew wide and she let out an involuntary moan as she tried to nod her head. She squirmed in arousal which made me almost turned on enough to fuck her right there. “I understand, Master.”

“Good,” I said, releasing her hair and pushing her way. “Now, leave me alone, I’ve got some writing to do.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Actually, on second thought, I think it would be better if you laid on the floor and edged for the rest of the day.”

Sasha’s eyes grew wide and she smiled, “Yes, Master. Whatever YOU want.”

I tried to focus on work but Sasha kept making such sexy noises that I couldn’t concentrate. So I gagged her. But that didn’t work either. Turns out you can moan pretty loud even with a gag in your mouth. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her hair and pulled the gag out and simply slammed my cock down her throat. She looked up at me as I mercilessly slammed into her, using her mouth as nothing more than a human fleshlight. I snarled at her and spit on her face as I hurled physical and verbal abuse down at her. When I finally started to cum, I pulled out, blasting a huge load in her face and hair before flinging her back down on the floor, leaving her gasping. “Keep edging. I’ll use you again later,” I told her and went back to typing.

I probably wasn’t as productive as I could’ve been, but who cares. I was happy.

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Everyone accepted the invitation for dinner. It took a little bit of dissembling to get Chloe to come but, ultimately, everyone showed up.

The house looked immaculate. It always did, between Sasha and Victoria, everything was pretty much always perfect but with Carly’s sister coming soon, Carly took extra care to make sure everything was perfect both for our guests and her sister.

Sasha was wearing black slacks and a tight, thin, white shirt. She looked like a perfectly ordinary, normal caterer other than the black, studded collar she was wearing. Her ass looked particularly good as she walked by and Carly caught me staring, “You should just bend her over and fuck her ass before dinner… you know… to clear your mind, Master.”

I turned and smiled, “Why wouldn’t I fuck yours?”

“You would fuck your wife’s ass and leave her sitting at dinner leaking your cum while our guest’s were unaware?”

“Of course not, honey,” I said, leaning over to kiss her lips lightly before whispering, “We’d put a plug up there so you didn’t make a mess.”

Carly’s whole body shivered cutely and she let out a surprised little whimper, “God that’s fucking hot, Jay.”

I smiled as I always did in moments of little surprising intimacy when she called me by my real name. I loved hearing her call me ‘Master’ but every now and then, I liked being reminded that it was all a fun game and we both knew it. I started to grab her to pull her over but was interrupted by a phone call. “Damnit… hold on… It’s the Pastor. Probably calling to cancel.”

It wasn’t. It was actually his wife, Esther. “Hello… Jay Simpson?” came her voice across the line. Her voice was husky and, I assumed, involuntarily sexy.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh good… I’m sorry to call on such late notice,” she said.

I sighed, “It’s alright… I understand.”

She paused for a second before laughing, “Oh no… I’m not cancelling. We’ll all be there.”

“Oh… well how can I help you?” Carly got up and gave me a little kiss before going into the kitchen to check on dinner.

“Well, my son is driving in for dinner. Would it be a terrible imposition to have one more?”

I laughed in surprise, “No… absolutely not. The more the merrier. We have plenty of food.”

“Excellent. I told him we were having dinner with everyone and he got very excited.”

I paused in confusion, “Excited to have dinner with us?”

She laughed, “No… I think he has a little crush on Chloe, actually.”

“Oh… ohhh,” I said as realization dawned on me, “Well that’s fine. Young love and all, right?”

“I don’t think it’s love in his heart right now… but boys will be boys, you know.”

“Either way, it’s fine. Thanks for letting me know and we’ll see you in an hour or so, right?”

“We’ll be there with bells on. Should we bring anything?”

“No… we’ve got it covered. Thank you though.”

“Alright… see you soon,” she said.

I let Sasha and Victoria know we’d be having one more before I went off to find my other girls. We’d decided that we weren’t going to hide our relationships so Carly, Kyrsten and Louise were all there. I was nervous about it but the girls had convinced me. Ultimately, I knew they were right. We were never going to keep this lifestyle a secret.

Chloe and her dad were the first to arrive. Victoria opened the door and Chloe and her father came in. He was dressed casually in a grey suit and no tie. Chloe, on the other hand, somehow made casual look stunning. All she had on was a ‘Bruno Mars’ shirt and a pair of jean shorts. They weren’t even that short but somehow it accented every curve of hers just right. I had to tear my eyes away from her lest her father (the cop!) notice I was mentally undressing her. Instead, I reached out my hand and said, “Hey, Andy. Great to see you again. Thanks so much for coming.”

“No problem,” he said, stepping inside and looking around. I caught his eyes linger just a little on the girls. He did have a daughter so I guess he wasn’t 100% gay. Of course, with the way the girls looked tonight, I was pretty sure that Jesus, Gandhi and Neal Patrick Harris would be up for a good time.

I looked at Chloe who, for the first time I could remember, didn’t have her head in her phone tapping away. She met my eyes for a brief moment before looking away in embarrassment. Not surprising given what had transpired between us just a couple days ago. Despite that, however, I could see the smile on her face behind her hair. “It’s good to see you again too, Chloe.”

“And you, Mr. Simpson, thanks for inviting us.” She looked at the table and I could tell she was counting places, “Who else is coming?”

“Now don’t overreact,” her father said.

Suddenly, the bitch was back, “Oh hell to the fuck no!” she shouted.

“Chloe!” her father said, embarrassed by the sudden outburst.

“What, Dad? Don’t I have a right to be pissed because you fucking tricked me into this bullshit?”

“Chloe,” I said quietly but with a sharpness I hadn’t intended. I knew all the history. I knew why she was feeling particularly betrayed right now.

She looked at me with a hurt in her eyes, “I thought… you wouldn’t…,” she stopped herself before she said what she was about to say. Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to turn towards Carly and finish, “I thought you wouldn’t hurt me, Carly.”

Carly started to stand up when there was another knock on the door. Chloe looked almost panicked as she looked out the glass by the side of the door and realized there was no immediate escape. To her credit, she managed to pull herself together and stand up straight. “Fine… let’s get this fucking bullshit shitty ass dinner over with, okay?”

Her father started to say something but Sasha was already opening the door. And that’s when I got the second biggest surprise of that night.

It wasn’t the Pastor, who looked liked he’d stepped out of a metrosexual golf tournament with his pressed khaki’s and lime green polo shirt.

It wasn’t his wife who looked like she was going to a very high end cocktail party in her little black dress that caused even the sheriff’s mouth to drop for a moment.

It wasn’t even Leah, who’d worn a little white dress that looked almost innocent… except nothing on that girl would ever look innocent.

No. It was the guy standing next to them. Eezee from the UM party.

“Ezra?” said Chloe in surprise.

“Hey, Chloe,” he said shyly.

“Wait… How do you know Eezee?” I asked in surprise.

“How do you know Eezee… I mean Ezra?” asked the pastor, looking back and forth between Eezee and I.

“Wait… Jay? This is YOUR house?”

“Yeah, brother,” I said gesturing and taking the young man’s outstretched hand.

“This place is awesome,” he said as he scraped his eyes away from Chloe for a moment to look around.

I leaned in close and whispered, “So Chloe’s the girl?”

He smiled and gave a little nod.

“Okay… okay… what in the he…,” the sheriff started then looked at the pastor, “Sorry… what in the heckfire is going on, Jay?”

Eezee stepped over and said, “Dad, you remember me telling you about the trouble we had at the party. And the guy who slipped that girl that drug?”

“Yeah,” he said and both he and the sheriff shot me a look. I swear the sheriff reached for his sidearm that, thankfully, wasn’t there.

Fortunately, Eezee continued on, “No… no… he was the guy that broke it up and kept me from getting my aaaa… butt kicked.”

His Dad shot him a look but then turned to me, “You kept my son safe?”

I ran my fingers through my hair, “I mean… it happened pretty fast,” I said.

The sheriff, of course, was still stuck on the crime, “Why were you at the party? I hope you reported the crime,” he said.

“Uhh… yes… we reported the crime and campus police took him away. Good riddance too. As for why I was at the party…,” I stumbled.

“He was escorting my roommate,” Louise said, bounding up behind me. Her short, flowing dress swayed around her, showing off her legs as she walked up to me and slid her arm into mine

“And you are?” Andy asked.

“This is my girlfriend, Louise,” I said.

“Girlfriend? I thought…”

“Sheriff, I’m happily married to my wife Carly but we have an… well… it’s an unconventional life style, you might say.”

The sheriff looked around, confused. I glanced over at the Pastor who was standing there impassively, a slight frown on his face but not nearly the look of disdain I’d expected. His wife was listening with a poker face that Doyle Brunson would have envied. “And are all of these other ladies your girlfriends, too?” The sheriff’s voice was forcefully non-judgemental.

“This is Kyrsten, my… uhmm.. My fiancee,” I said. That caused more eyebrows to raise. In for a penny, in for a pound, though. “This is Victoria, she’s my secretary,” I said.

“Though I prefer work wife,” she said, offering her hand to the befuddled adults in the room.

“And this is Sasha… she’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Your ex-girlfriend lives with you and your wife… and… others,” said the Pastor in shocked confusion.

“She’s trying to make amends for past mistakes,” Kyrsten said from the table. She and Carly were now holding hands, looking surprisingly smug and unconcerned. I envied them for that. I was a nervous wreck. Fortunately, Louise’s arm squeezed mine and she looked at me, a twinkle in her eye and a reassuring smile on her glossy pink lips.

The pastor turned to his wife, clearly confused at what should be done given the circumstances. He was an understanding, open Christian but this was still a lot to handle. Victoria came to the rescue, however, “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners, Pastor?”

The pastor looked at her, an odd expression crossing his face, “They that are whole have no need of the physician.”

Victoria smiled at his response and somehow the odd exchange gave the pastor confidence. He took his wife’s hand and they stepped to the table, “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson. I… I was a little taken aback by all of this but your… uhmm… your Secretary,” he said, not able to bring himself to calling Victoria my work wife, “makes an excellent point.”

Esther added, “There’s also, ‘Let him who is without sin cast the first stone’.” The pastor looked at his wife and started to say something but then nodded in agreement.

“My better half is right, as usual.”

“I understand that,” I said, taking my place between Kyrsten and Carly who both stroked a shoulder of mine. Louise sat down next to Kyrsten and looked over to give me a smile as well.

“I don’t understand much,” the sheriff said, “But I know this… with a wife, a fiancee and a girlfriend, you’ve got to be pretty much always wrong about everything, right?”

Everyone laughed and Carly leaned into me, “It’s not as bad as you might think,” I said. I could’ve said, “They’re all submissive to me as long as I keep them happy,” but I thought it was too soon for THAT revelation. Besides, all of the girls had found a way to be submissive while still not letting me run them over. It’s one of the things I loved about them.

I noticed Leah sitting at the table next to her Mom and checked for Chloe and Eezee. They were still standing at the front door, whispering to each other. The sheriff caught my glance and looked up.

“Chloe,” he called, snapping his fingers with a loud and impressive crack.

“Ezra,” called his mother in her calm, casually sexy voice. She sounded like one of those ASMR people… or maybe a phone sex worker. Both of them snapped their heads around and walked over to the table. Eezee’s hand gently grazed against the small of Chloe’s back and she gave a little embarrassed smile and blushed. His Mom noticed and gave a small, tight smile before returning back to the table. “Thank you, again, for having us over, Jay. We really do appreciate it.”

The Pastor still looked slightly shell shocked but rallied gamely. “Tell me again about this party?”

Eezee looked embarrassed and I jumped to his defense. “I was there with Louise’s roommate. Her date had bailed on her. I was mostly just trying to be a good friend and make sure she was safe.” The pastor nodded, seeming satisfied with that answer.

“He came and actually stayed to watch out for her,” Eezee said.

“Yeah, Eezee and I hung out and talked, he’s a good kid,” I said, looking at the pastor and his wife who beamed despite the praise coming from an admitted polygamist. I looked at Chloe and gave her a little wink before continuing, “He’s actually the reason nothing bad happened. He saw the guy slip something in her drink and he went with me to confront him,” I said.

Both of his parents looked at him and he flushed, “I’d have gotten my butt kicked if Jay hadn’t been there though. He was so cool, dad. You’d have been proud. He didn’t just beat the guy’s face in. He tried to defuse the situation and he only threw a punch when the guy came after me.”

The Pastor seemed to consider that before saying, “Well… I don’t condone violence, obviously…”

The Sheriff wasn’t going to equivocate, however, “He punched an attempted rapist, Pastor. That’s not violence. That’s justice. At least that’s what we call it in the South.”

Esther and Andy laughed and both nodded, “You’re right, Sheriff. Thank you, Jay Simpson,” she said, looking me in the eye and making me feel a little uncomfortable.

“I’m glad my big brother had a friend there to bail him out of trouble. Why were you watching that girl so carefully, bro?” Leah said, teasing her brother but giving Chloe a look. Chloe returned the look with daggers.

Eezee stumbled quickly, “I wasn’t… really,” he said, glancing at Chloe and then at me for help, “Jay came in with her and was keeping an eye on her… I was trying to be like a good wingman or something, you know?”

Chloe gave him a look, appeased at his answer, and smiled before turning back to Leah. The looks didn’t go unnoticed by anyone at the table. Carly cleared her throat, “Chloe, can you help me with something, real quick?”

“Sure, Mrs. Simpson,” she said, hopping up quickly and without complaint. An action that would have seemed unfathomable the first time I met her. Eezee’s eyes seemed glued to her ass and his mother gave him a swat before the Sheriff noticed.

We made small talk for a couple minutes before I looked at Leah and made a long, lingering bit of eye contact. “Excuse me… I need to use the restroom,” I said, pushing myself from the table.

I walked down the hall towards the restroom and waited. As expected, there’s a soft knock on the door and I open it. Leah is standing there practically panting, “This is what you wanted, right?” she said, lunging at me and kissing me without waiting for a response.

I grabbed her and spun her against the wall, holding her hips against the wall as I continued kissing her. After a few moments, I broke away and looked at her. “You need to fix things with Chloe,” I said.

“What… no… she’s such a bitch about everything she won’t let me explain.”

“Fine… tell me again what happened and I’ll explain it,” I said and placed my hand on the wall next to her. She didn’t notice, but I turned on the mic that would broadcast her words to the master bedroom upstairs.

Leah recounted the whole thing, explaining everything again. As she continued, she started crying, reliving the manipulation of the Sheriff’s boyfriend. And the betrayal she felt when her best friend wouldn’t listen. I felt bad, making her relive the whole thing again but she got through it and I offered her a tissue. “Thank you,” I said.

“You’ll make sure to clear things up with Chloe? I miss her.”

I nodded, “Everything will be fine.”

She nodded doubtfully and wiped her eyes. I opened the door and she seemed a little surprised as she stepped out, “I thought…” she said but then a bundle of blonde tumbled into her.

“Oh… Leah… I’m so sorry… I’m so, so, so sorry…,” Chloe was saying. I looked down the hall and Carly was following, having been unable to chase the running girl down the stairs after the earlier admonition. “I heard everything… I’m so sorry, Leah. I was a shit friend.”

The two girls quietly walked off together to console each other and Carly walked up to me, “You did a good thing today, Master.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Mrs. Simpson,” I said and gave Carly a kiss.

“We make a good team,” she said, rubbing her belly without realizing.

“We have lots of help. We’re a good team but we’re better all of us together,” I said.

She gave my arm a light punch, “See… now you’re getting it… the more the merrier!”

“Is that going to be the motto on my tombstone when you guys kill me with sex?” I asked.

“No… of course not, Master,” she said, giving me another light kiss, “I’ll say ‘Died with a smile on his face’” She laughed and I grabbed her in my arms, laying another kiss on her. We start back down the hallway, having been gone for almost ten minutes at this point when suddenly Leah and Chloe come back. They’re holding hands and looking like sudden best friends again.

“Mr. Simpson?” Chloe says.

“Uhh… yes?”

“Well… we were talking and… well… I told Leah about… you know… that thing you helped me with.”

I looked between the girls quickly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and a little exposed, “Uhhh… okay.”

“Well… she’s had some bad experiences, right? And… and you were so good with me… so careful and gentle…” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“She wants you to fuck Leah’s ass, Master,” Carly said with a giggle.

Leah’s eyes suddenly went wide, “What?!? No,” she said, almost yelling before dropping her voice to a whisper, “No… I mean… I’m not ready for that… yet… I just… I’d like to know that… you know… regular sex could be… fun… and not… dirty.”

I look at Carly and Chloe, “We’re having a dinner party,” I say, protesting despite the rock hard cock in my pants.

The girls all laugh and Leah says, “Not now, Jay. But soon… okay?” She looks so flirty and almost innocent, it’s hard to remember her as the girl who came onto me so strongly in the car ride a month ago. I nod my agreement, smiling because… well… when a beautiful hot girl wants you to bang her you can’t help but smile, right?

The four of us returned to some shocked expressions. At first, I thought they were directed at me and I was worried that somehow the conversation in the hallway had traveled down. I realized a half second later it was because of the quick change in Leah and Chloe’s relationship.

“Are you two… friends again?” Esther asked.

They nodded, “We just needed to talk through some things… you know?” Chloe said, giving Leah a smile and nod of her head.

“Well that’s what I’ve been telling you for months now. Sunlight is the best disinfectant, you know,” Andy offered.

“The Simpsons just needed to know some sense into us,” Leah said, looking at me with a dangerously flirty look.

The sheriff added, “Looks like you guys are just generally helpful for the kids. I reckon we’re grateful for that.”

“Thanks, Sheriff,” I said. And with that, Victoria and Sasha brought the food in, serving everyone at the table. It was a wonderful meal. Sasha had never been a good cook but she’d been practicing and had gotten much better. Now with Victoria’s help, the meal tasted exquisite. We ate our meal, enjoying a pleasant, amiable experience with each other. I was surprised at how intelligent the good ‘ol boy sheriff was. And how worldly and casual the pastor was. He and his wife clearly had a very intimate continued relationship as the two of them could barely keep their hands off each other even during dinner, constantly teasing, flirting and touching each other. Leah just rolled her eyes at the display but since Kyrsten and Carly were doing the same to me, there really was nowhere else to look.

Chloe and Eezee were talking quietly and Chloe kept trying to bring Leah into the conversation which helped some. Really it was a nice dinner, free of much friction or conflict. “This was a good idea, Carly.”

“Was it mine, Master? I don’t even remember now,” she said and we laughed.

“Jay… I don’t mean to pry… but she calls you, Master an awful lot,” Esther asked. “If it’s just a sex thing, please don’t tell me about it… but… like… why?” Her husband looked at her in shock, as if bringing up such a taboo subject at dinner might cause someone to burst into flames and be struck by lightning while the ground opened beneath them.

“Well… I’d be lying if I said it didn’t start out that way. But over time, it became a lot more,” I said, looking at Carly who held my arm.

She nodded and added, “Master… Jay… and I know it’s a game. And he knows when I use his name, that I’m speaking to him honestly. But… well… I rarely even do that anymore because we’re always honest with each other.”

The Pastor composed himself slightly and said, “Well… honesty is the best policy.”

I turn to the side and squeeze Kyrsten’s hand before leaning over to give her a soft, tender kiss. “That’s what Carly helped me realize. That keeping my heart confined to just her wasn’t the right path for us. Carly wants me to be happy with other women. Even if that means I fall in love with others.”

Esther nodded with some understanding while the Pastor still looked confused. Kyrsten said, “Everywhere else in life, you’re allowed to love more than one person. You have two kids. You love them both. You love both your parents and your brothers and sisters. And your congregation. But somehow marital, romantic love is limiting… we don’t want that.”

“And does this go for you too?” the Pastor asked.

“Carly and I have learned to love each other. But Jay is the only man we want. That may not be true for every woman that Jay falls in love with but, I suspect it will be for most of them. He’s wonderful. I don’t want anyone else,” Kyrsten said, staring into my eyes. For a moment, I could imagine her saying similar words wearing a beautiful white gown and proudly sliding a ring onto my finger. There was moisture at the edges of her eyes and I wiped it away before giving her another soft kiss.

Before the discussion could continue, however. The biggest surprise of the night happened. The unpleasant one. There was a knock on the door and I looked up to see some flashing blue and red lights out front. The Sheriff recognized them too. He looked at me in confusion then held up his hand, “Let me talk to them, Jay.”

He got up and went to the door, badge in hand. He opened it and I could see my other neighbor, the ADA standing there. “Sheriff,” she said.

“Ma’am… is everything alright?”

“I have a warrant for the arrest of Jay Simpson on charges of Bigamy,” she said, handing the piece of paper to the Sheriff as she and two deputies came in behind her.

“Oh, shit,” I said in unison with the Sheriff. What an awful ending to a nice dinner.