Take Me, Tom Pt. 93-94

As always, thanks for bearing with me and taking the time to read, and comment! Thanks to Kenji for his editing, and Paolo for his advice and read-through.

Chapter 93

Kayaking

Emily, still enamoured with the car, and the dancing, teased Chrissie as we all showered together. Apart from the tender kisses, we all behaved ourselves. For once, we all were too tired, chuckling at this unusual predicament! I offered, ever the gentleman, to dress them for bed, swearing I would be on my best behaviour. They only smirked, and chuckled at my kind offer. It was worth an ask, I thought. We slipped between the soft sheets, all of us scrunched up tight against the body next to us. God knows why I spent the extra money on an extra-wide bed!

We readied ourselves, catching up on the last few things, when Emily had something to say.

Fuck, I thought!

"Since we still haven't quite figured out child care, I...I have an idea I hope you'll listen to, all right?" she began. "I have been in contact with Martin. And yes, he's still expecting us on the first, but...I ran by him, the idea of a job-share, or a flex-time working contract for me. Now, shush! I can tell you both want to speak, but please, not now. Chrissie, your position is more important than mine. Not that mine isn't, okay, but you need it more than I do. I explained our situation with losing Janet, and he was surprisingly open. I suggest that I take care of David and Chloe, get them to school, and collect them. It's the best solution for now, right? I know we need to interview child-minders, but if we don't find one soon, they'll be left to their own devices!" she laughed. "I'd like you both to seriously consider this option, okay?"

"Emily!" Chrissie said, obviously taken aback, and perturbed by Ems solution. "No! They are my children, and if anyone should be sorting it out, it's me! I won't have you giving up your career to care for David and Chloe! No! This is not right! Tom? You're pretty quiet, what do you say?"

"I think you need to take a deep breath and bloody relax, darling!" I said. "First of all, aren't David and Chloe all of ours, hmm? We're ALL responsible. Don't you understand what Emily is proposing? Give her a break, and listen, okay?" I said, a bit too harshly.

"Chrissie, I want to do this. For us, for all of us. I'll still be working, of course, just not the hours that you do. Martin was happy, and will adjust my schedule to work around this. Your position is more important, admit it. This works, okay, and...I'd like to do it. To me, it's a step toward me having the baby we all want. Please, sweetie. Think about it?" she said, holding Chrissie's hand tight.

Chrissie was silent, mulling the proposition over in her head.

"You'd... you'd really do that for...us?" she asked, incredulously. "You've really thought this out, hmm?"

"I have, darling. It works. It gives us all what we need. We'll still need a sitter for when we go away, but I think we can do that. I love my job Chrissie, and the opportunity the V&A will give me, but this is more important. The kids need continuity, and what better way than for me to be there. I don't want you to have to do this. You're on a better wage than me, and...I need to do this. Let me, Chrissie?" she asked, almost in tears now. "Tom? What do you think, hmm?"

"Let me sleep on it, darling," she sighed, and kissed her. "I love you Emily Foster," she whispered.

"I think it's a wonderful idea. You're right, Ems, it works for all of us. She's right, Chrissie. Put aside your ego for a minute, darling. Who better than Ems, eh?" I said.

We all eventually slept, each of us deep in thought over what Ems had proposed.

The kids had a lie-in this morning, so we did, too, using the time to pee, brush, and then rushed back under the sheet. Chrissie sprinted for the middle, Ems and I laughing at her. Emily slyly winked at me, as we lay on either side of her.

"Isn't she just...adorable, Tom?" Ems asked, as her hands only just swept over the soft material of her nightshirt.

"Who, Emily?" I chuckled, playing whatever mad game she had concocted in her head.

"Our...baby-girl, Tom," she smiled, salaciously.

Chrissie blushed, and lowered her eyes. My cock lurched, hearing the word I had used recently, knowing that she had shared this with Emily.

"Adorable is only one word I would use for her, wouldn't you say, Ems?" I asked. "I can think of so many more, darling."

We knew the kids could rush in at any moment, but that didn't deter Emily from her teasing. I combed my fingers through her long, copper-red hair, gently kissing her waiting lips. Emily followed my lead, kissing her almost chastely, her hand running through Chrissie's locks.

"Would you like to see her little tits, Tom?" she asked, as she slowly unbuttoned one, then another of the large, faux-turquoise fasteners.

"Show me, Emily. Go on. Show me," I smirked, Chrissie's face, a picture of bliss.

My hand moved down to Chrissie's soft boy shorts, fingers lazily stroking her covered labia. Emily slowly undid another button, and teasingly pulled the delicate opening, just glimpsing her breast. Chrissie was silent, even when Ems said her breasts were little. I applied a bit more pressure on her vulva, Chrissie stealthily pushing her hips up. Emily leaned down, and gingerly kissed Chrissie's covered breasts, her fingers still stroking her red hair. I could feel her shorts dampen, my cock pushing against her thigh, as I ravished her other breast, my teeth pulling the fabric aside so I could feel her flesh on my lips. Emily balled her hair up in her hand, and brought her lips to Chrissie's neck, sweetly licking, then biting her. My lips never left her hard nipple, sucking her, with Chrissie moaning louder with every lash from us.

My fingers pressed firmly onto her pussy, vigorously rubbing her valley, whilst still sucking, and lavishing my tongue on her breast. Emily placidly built her up, her little teasing kisses and bites making Chrissie's moans, and hips more urgent for the release we all knew she craved.

"You know Tom is going to cum on your tits, baby-girl?" Ems gutturally whispered in her ear.

"Would you like that, sweetie, hmm? Do you want to see your...bad brother shoot his sperm all...over...you? I'll—lash — lick—lash— it —lash— all —lash— up —lash—baby-girl," and Chrissie exploded, her hips thrashing against my covered fingers, her hands desperately trying to push my hand onto her quaking cunt.

Emily kept a firm grip of her hair, and covered Chrissie's groaning mouth with her lips, whilst I rubbed her shorts-covered clit. I could feel her heart beating, as she gushed her sap, wetting her silky shorts. She pushed my head from her hard nub, but grasping my hair, and pulled it, her stomach undulating under the orgasmic seizures.

"Fuck! You fucking guys! Am I just your...toy?" she gasped.

"At times...yes," I chuckled. "Do you have a problem with that?" I asked.

"No...no, I was just—" she blushed, as Emily kissed her.

Ems leaned up from her embrace, twisted over Chrissie, and we kissed, our tongues playing with each other. We wrapped Chrissie in our arms, holding her, and helping her through the remains of her climax.

"Morning, sweetheart," I smiled.

"Morning to you both," Chrissie sighed, contentedly. "The kids are late, aren't they?" she giggled. "Thank God! Oh, Em? Yes. My answer is...yes," she sighed, and kissed her. "What did we ever do to deserve you, darling?"

"You both love me. You both listen to me, and my words find a home, that's why," she smiled, embracing us.

We bathed in each other's glow, and slowly made our way to the bathroom. I followed just because. I watched as they both peed, my morning hard-on not subsiding. They both just smirked at my condition. I anticipated a bit of teasing today! We threw our robes on, and headed to the kitchen to get things started. We knew the smells would wake the kids, if nothing else. I lifted Emily in my arms, and plonked her on the island, spreading her legs, and leaning between them, grasping her hair, and consuming her lips. Chrissie pulled out this and that, and began to prep breakfast for everyone. Emily and I just playfully kissed, annoying Chrissie.

The kids shuffled downstairs, and lazily walked to the table, sitting and waiting. We all laughed at them.

"Breakfast?" Chrissie asked, sarcastically.

"Yes, please," Chloe giggled.

We caught up with everyone's plans for the day, and relaxed into the morning. Before long, the three girls headed out, a full day of shopping ahead of them. They had a good idea where they were going, and I doubted they would get lost! David was thankful we weren't going!

"So, any ideas for today?" I asked him.

"Not really. Anything but shopping, okay?" he chuckled.

"That sounds ideal. So, put on some play clothes, but grab an extra shirt and trousers, just in case, all right?"

We headed out, kissing everyone goodbye. David enjoyed putting the seat belt on. I headed for the river, then east a bit.

"Ever been kayaking?" I asked.

"Uhh, no. Is that what we're doing?" he asked.

"Yep. I've checked the tide tables, and this is the best time to set out. You'll see a whole different London from the river," I said.

His smile told me I had chosen the right thing. We talked with the guys there who gave us some good advice on where to head to first, keeping in mind the tides and all. I had been on the Thames before with a work outing, so had a good idea of where to head to. We set out with David in the front seat. We both paddled away, and let the river take us along. He turned around, smiled, saying 'Thanks', and went back to paddling. We paddled into some of the docks where the water was still. We slowly investigated a few islands strewn about, then stopped for a nice pub for lunch. David opted for the fish and chips, just because he was in England now. We talked about football, as I had mentioned a local club we could go to tomorrow, and he could do a practice with them, and see how he got on with it.

"Will you take me?" he asked.

"God, of course, I will, David. Don't worry, I think you'll love it!" I said.

We took a walk around the area, then headed back to the kayak, and paddled about a bit more. We headed back to the jetty, the fresh air affecting us both, but it was a good day out for us.

"You wanna see London?" I asked.

"I'd like that, yeah!" he said, enthusiastically, so, with the top down, we toured around the capital, pointing out where I used to live, and a few other more interesting sites. We went by the V&A so he would know where his mother was working.

"Would you like to go in? We can..." I asked, and David said he'd like to see it. We spent an hour in there, just to give him an overview. We eventually headed back home, our day pretty full.

The girls were home, unpacking everything they were able to pack into the SUV. They were all jealous of our day out, and wanted to know all about it. David and I tried to stay clear of them, not wanting to get involved in all the unpacking. He went next door to play with his new friends, so I grabbed the rings of Chrissie and Ems that I had found, and dropped them off with Laura, the jeweller. I tagged each one, making sure the new rings were also tagged. She said they would be ready in two weeks. I returned and laid out on the sofa, put some music on, and read. Next week I'd be back at work and miss this 'alone' time!

August

We all found our rhythm after a few weeks, the initial flush of moving soon wearing off. It was somewhat inconvenient not having a babysitter, one of us always needed to be home, but it worked. After receiving several CVs, Chrissie set up interviews for a child minder.

Ben and Elaine were constant figures around the house, as we were theirs. It was wonderful to see the connection Chrissie and Ems had with them both, even the kids so relaxed in their home treating it like it was their own! Elaine seemed to bask in their presence, a prelude to her impending motherhood, I guessed.

We had gradually made friends, although the true extent of our relationship was left somewhat guarded. We never came out to everyone and said we were poly, but rather left it open to interpretation, dangerous, yes, but we were still feeling everyone out. We had gotten close to Terry and Bea, the first couple Chrissie had met, and opened up to them one evening. They had gotten to know us over the last ten weeks, and we felt comfortable with their company. They weren't fazed in the least!

It was wonderful to be back at work, Jeremy and everyone were so welcoming. They kept me busy, but I wouldn't have it any other way! I knew that at the first hint of a company get-together, I'd have to sit with Jeremy, and talk about my new, uh, lifestyle. Till then...

The rings I had commissioned were faultless, simply stunning. Laura had done a spectacular job of re-creating what I had envisioned. She had put them in separate ring boxes, each with their initial on the lid. I had ordered a Thai take-away one Saturday, not long after the rings were made. I was nervous as fuck. These weren't wedding rings, in the true sense of the word, but I felt they were as close as we could get.

I had asked Chrissie and Emily to wear something special for the evening. They both raised their eyebrows, smirking at me, but went along. I used the kids' bathroom to get ready, as I didn't want to see what they had chosen. The food arrived before they came down, so I put it in the Aga to stay warm, and set the table outside. Emily had picked out a wonderful rattan set of garden furniture, something we had used every day so far!

Chrissie and Ems finally walked into the kitchen in stockinged, but bare feet, but not yet pregnant! They had both chosen a floral wrap midi-dress that had a plunging V-neck with a tie-up waist. It was the same dress, but with different designs. They both looked stunning! I walked to Chrissie, and embraced her, my hands floating over the thin, delicate fabric. She had her hair braided, the epitome of femininity, with her tiny jade earrings hanging from her lobes. I hugged her, smelling her expensive scent, my hands on her cheeks, as I tenderly kissed her.

"You look...beautiful, darling," I whispered.

She stood aside, and brought Emily's hand to mine. She had braided her hair, too, her sapphire earrings adding to her allure. My hands went from her face, slowly over her shoulders, and down her arms. I was as captivated today as I ever was. I playfully grasped the tie, knowing that with the easiest of pulls, the garment would fall open to me. She smiled, and slapped my hand. I lovingly embraced and kissed her, the scent of her favourite perfume, Black Orchid, wafting through my senses.

"You both look...stunning," I sighed, and led them outside.

"You're not too bad yourself," Chrissie chuckled. "I...I love your cologne, Tom. Is it different, Em?" she asked.

"I was just going to say...it is, isn't it, Tom? God...it's spicy, but woody and... masculine. Yeah...that works!" she giggled.

We all sat down, and I poured us a glass of rosé, and we all touched glasses.

"So, what's this all about, Tom? Something, uhh, special planned?" Chrissie smiled.

"Isn't every night special for us?" I replied, smirking.

They both grinned, and laughed at me.

"Now we know he DOES have something planned!" Emily laughed.

"Dinner first?" I asked.

"What do you think, Chrissie, hmm?" Emily asked. "Is he nervous?"

"I think he is Em," she beamed, crossing her legs, the fabric of the dress opening tantalisingly close to the edge of her panties.

Emily saw the effect the dress was having on me, so crossed her legs the same, her leg and thigh open to me. "Talk to us, darling. We know you want to."

I smiled smugly at them, their audacious attitude, not surprising.

"Okay...for a change, I'd like to be serious for a few minutes," I said, as they both sat up, folded their hands and tried, unsuccessfully, to appear attentive. "You two are gonna be the death of me!" I chuckled, as they broke into raucous laughter with me. "So, now that I have your attention...Just behave for five minutes, all right? I know that we are slowly outing ourselves to people...and I love that. I'm proud of us, and yeah, and I don't mind if people know. I get we can't marry, right, but that doesn't mean we aren't. I do notice when we tell people, they all look at our ring fingers. Well, I'd like to give them something to look at," I said, and slowly pulled the two boxes from beneath the cushion, and handed them to Chrissie and Emily. I laid my box in front of me before they opened theirs.

Slowly they grasped the boxes, and looked at each other. They opened them together, their eyes wide, and overjoyed. They stood up, and hugged each other, then overwhelmed me in their arms, hugging me. I took the boxes from them, longingly took a ring out, and placed it on Chrissie's finger, kissing her hand tenderly. I did the same with Emily, unhurriedly slipping it onto her ring finger. I then opened mine, and handed it to them. Together they took my hand, and slipped it on my finger.

We embraced affectionately, holding each other in this beautiful triangle. "They're...beautiful, Tom! I...I love it, darling. Thank you...so much," Chrissie cried, tears falling over her cheeks.

"Tom...we've been waiting!" Emily giggled. "Thank you...these mean the world to us, Tom. I...I

love you," she sighed.

I explained the significance of the ring, that the three strands represented us, moving together around the ring.

"I couldn't...or didn't want to get traditional wedding rings. I didn't think that was quite 'us'. I call these, 'Instead Of' rings, okay? I hope you like them," I said.

"Where did you get these, darling?" Chrissie asked, excitedly, looking at hers, and twirling the strands around.

"There's a lady in town who does exquisite work, so I explained what I was looking for. She drew out my idea, and designed it exactly as I saw them. I'm glad you like them. I...I think they're beautiful. Understated, but also a statement to anyone who notices. Do you really like them?" I asked.

"Tom...they're perfect, darling. Just perfect," Chrissie sighed. "Looks like we're married, Em!" she giggled.

"Forever," Emily sighed, wiped her eyes, and kissed us both.

"Are we going on a honeymoon, sweetheart?" Chrissie asked, chuckling.

"Of course we are!" I surprised them. "I've booked a long weekend in Paris for us, sort of combining your birthdays, too. It's the end of October, all right? I'll give you the dates. We can be in Paris in an hour and a half. It's all sorted," I smiled.

"NO!" they both shrieked. "You're...taking us to...Paris?" Emily cried.

"Well, it's quicker than going to Sussex!" I smiled at Chrissie. "So, dinner? I imagine you smelled the food already. Hungry?"

"We're only hungry for one thing, Tom...You" Chrissie breathed. They took me in their hands, and walked into the house, turning off the Aga, and locking the doors.

I moved my hands to their soft asses, squeezing, and prodding them. I grabbed Chrissie, and pushed her up against the wall, my fingers stealthily going to the loose knot of her dress. Emily pushed my hand away with a teasing, "Uh, uh, Tom. Tonight...we're in charge, sweetheart. Just in case you've forgotten how much we're in love with you, we thought tonight would be a good time to remind you...and that was BEFORE the rings! Hope you're up to it, darling," Emily whispered.

I followed their luscious asses up the stairs, certain they were putting an extra sway in their steps for my benefit. They stopped halfway up, turned, grasped the sides of their dresses, and teasingly pulled them aside, their full-stockinged legs on display. I ran a hand up each of the shapely legs, following the crease to their thighs. These weren't stockings, but felt like pantyhose. Silk, perhaps? Whatever the material, it seemed soft, and flimsy. Just as quickly, they turned and continued up the stairs, and could hear them giggling amongst themselves.