The next two months were a flurry of activity for the three of us.

Lolita was as busy as she ever was with her nursing job, Angie

immediately immersed herself on her first "commission" of completing our

future home, and I was busy catching up with my clientele, bringing my

various projects to satisfactory conclusions. I also had to confer with

my attorney with regard to my divorce. This, thankfully, was

straightforward and painless. But, in all this, the three of us were

able to catch time for some wonderful enema and lovemaking sessions.

The work on the house progressed swiftly. The bedrooms were the first to

see completion. Angie proved to have impeccable taste and a true insight

into our personalities, in selecting colors, wallpapers and furniture.

The two shared baths also got redone, getting tasteful vanities,

whirlpool tubs, and bidets.

The basement work was a bit more involved. Partition walls went up to

create my office, which got a separate entry from the street, a small

washroom was added, and the den started taking shape, with a wet bar and

a state-of-the-art entertainment wall. The heavy beams which supported

the floor above remained exposed, adding a "rustic" touch. The floor was

covered with a thick pile carpet under which the carpet layers installed

a triple layer of padding. The small basement windows were re-glazed

with stained-glass panels which added color to the light coming in.

Angie selected a very comfortable overstuffed pit group as the

centerpiece of the den, even though I would have been just as happy

throwing cushions on the luxurious flooring.

The pool contractor did an excellent job of putting in a tile-lined

oblong pool, which more than did justice to the architectural style of

the neighborhood. A hot tub was added in the same style, inset, at an

angle, to one corner of the pool. Landscapers followed, adding nice

foliage which, not only added beauty to the yard, but which gave us a

threefold increase in privacy from other houses and the street.

The downstairs rooms were merely restored to their original glory.

Inlaid hardwood floors were refinished; gas fireplace heaters were

removed, restoring the hearths in the parlor and dining room to their

original design. Lolita, Angie and I had a wonderful time exploring

antique stores for turn-of-the-century furniture with which to crown the

old house's "main" areas.

The only major change in the downstairs floor was in the conversion of

the 'quiet' room to an exam/birthing room, which got tile floors and

ample cabinetry, including a sink.

Angie truly outdid herself when it came to finishing the top suite. A

bathroom was added which included a “de-rigueur” bidet and a spacious

shower suitable for three (or more) people, which sported a regular

massage head plus two hand-held massage heads.

The bedroom area of the suite received the same floor treatment as the

basement, albeit a different color carpet. A super-king canopy waterbed

was the crown jewel of the room. A walk-in closet was added, with built

in cabinetry in which we could store any "tools" or "toys", as well as

hanger space for our theme costumes.

Several planters hung from the ceiling, which made me wonder...then

Angie demonstrated that the hooks from which the planters were suspended

were actually attached to powerful electric winches which were concealed

above the ceiling.

As the house neared completion, Angie and Lolita advertised their

respective houses as rentals, and made them ready for tenants. Finally,

the days to move in arrived. We decided to rent the houses furnished,

which made moving a lot simpler. Our new home was fully furnished, with

the exception of Lolita's exam table, which we trucked over. All that

remained was bringing in personal items, clothes, dishes, and etcetera.

We had built an attic in the high-roofed garage for the storage of

redundant items.

As that Saturday came to an end, we worked together to concoct a truly

sumptuous gourmet meal to celebrate. The Chippendale dining table was

festooned with our "good" dishes and silverware, with three candles

waiting to be lit. Just as the meal was almost ready to be served, the

two women departed the kitchen, to "change into something nice for

dinner". The thought came to me that they had some new scenario planned,

so I also ran to my room and fished out my white tie formal suit. As I

reentered the dining room, I saw that the meal was ready to be served,

and that Lolita and Angie waited, standing together by the fireplace,

wearing white bridal dresses. A single candle burned on the mantle.

"What...?" I said, wondering.

"Come here, Nick." beckoned Lolita, as they moved a bit apart to make

room between them.

I stood where they indicated.

"Angie and I are agreed that we are now a family, each of us equal to

the next, each of us equally in love with the other two. Do you agree?"

"Yes, I do." I replied.

"In token of this love and dedication to this relationship, Angie and I

have taken a small legal step." Lolita continued.

"Legal...?"

"Yes." Angie interjected. "Effective yesterday afternoon, at the

courthouse, Lolita and I have changed our last names."

"Huh...?" I said in surprise.

"Yes." said Lolita. "We are now Dolores Anders and Angela Anders."

Anders was my surname.

"As we agreed early on, there are no strings attached;" said Lolita.

"But we did this to show you that, as long as you want us, we belong to

you."

A lump came to my throat, and tears welled in my eyes. "You didn't have

to..."

"We know that." said Angie "We did this because we wanted to."

"I... I don't know what to say..." I stammered.

"Then don't say anything." said Lolita, as she reached for a jewel case

which lay on the mantel. She opened the case to reveal three identical

gold bands. The rings were of exquisite design, and were much alike the

Irish "Claddagh" rings but, instead of one heart held between two hands,

there were two.

Angie reached across and took out the largest of the three bands. Lolita

placed the case back on the mantel and took my left hand, proffering it

to Angie.

"We ask that you wear this ring as a reminder that you hold two hearts

in your hands."

"I will." I said, as Angie slipped the ring on my finger.

Then the two ladies each kissed me on either cheek.

Lolita then took the candle from the mantle, and she and Angie stepped

to the table, and together they applied a flame to one of the candles

which stood thereon.

They stepped back, this time with Angie between me and Lolita, who once

again reached for the jewel case. She took out the second ring. I took

my cue and held out Angie's hand as Lolita spoke.

"We ask that you wear this ring as a reminder that you hold two hearts

in your hands."

"I will." said Angie, as Lolita slipped the ring on her finger.

And Lolita and I each kissed Angie on either cheek.

Then taking Lolita's cue, she and I took the candle from the mantle, and

applied its flame to a second candle on the table. As we returned,

Lolita stood between Angie and me. This time it was I who took the last

ring from the etui.

I said: "We ask that you wear this ring as a reminder that you hold two

hearts in your hands." I slipped the ring on Lolita's finger as Angie

held her hand.

"I will." said Lolita.

And Angie and I kissed Lolita on either cheek.

The three of us hugged together. I cried unabashedly in joy. This

relationship, as unconventional as it was, was one of beauty and it fit

the three of us to a tee. Lolita and Angie also shed tears of happiness,

and as we stood there we broke out in tearful laughter.

"I don't know about you two," said Angie, "but I'm hungry!"

The meal was sumptuous. Each of us had a dozen oysters on the

half-shell, then a wonderful Vichyssoise, followed by a green salad with

Gorgonzola vinaigrette. The main course was veal picatta with marinated

asparagus tips and fettuccine on the side. For desert we enjoyed Spanish

flan custard served flambé.

All this was accompanied with an excellent Australian semi-sweet

Zinfandel, and lastly, we enjoyed some espresso with a glass of Port.

"Well," I said, stifling a belch. "Who wants to break in the new hot

tub? It should be up to temperature now."

My ladies agreed that the dishes could stand waiting till morning, and

so rushed upstairs to change. I followed a couple minutes later, and

entering my bedroom, I found a small silver-wrapped package on the bed.

I opened it to find a very brief, silky pair of black swim trunks.

Smiling, I donned the new garment, and went outside to join the ladies

in the hot Jacuzzi.

They sat there wearing only lacy white bottoms. A bottle of Veuve

Cliquot had already been uncorked, and stood waiting to be poured. I did

the honors, glancing down at the ladies, their statuesque physiques

filling me with as much awe as ever. Then I noticed that the lacy pants

they wore were almost transparent when wet, and that neither of the

ladies had any pubic hair!

I made no comment at this, but excused myself "for a call to nature" and

proceeded back upstairs where I borrowed some depilatory cream from

Lolita's medicine chest, and proceeded to void my crotch of any hair. It

only took a few minutes, and I was soon back in the hot tub with my two

lovers.

As I got in, the ladies made room for me between them, and proceeded to

nuzzle and cuddle me. They nibbled on my ears and played with my

nipples. I gloried to their attentions and made futile attempts to

return the favors.

"Just relax, my man," Lolita said, "and allow us to take care of you."

I relented and made an attempt to relax as they made every effort to

excite me, taking turns with deep soul kisses, and reaching down to

brush against my newly denuded erection. Then Angie managed to pull my

trunks down and saw what I had done.

"Oh, my GOD!!" she said, wide eyed and staring.

Then Lolita saw me as well. Her reaction was silent, as she brought her

hands to cover her mouth and then she laughed.

"You DIDN'T!"

"Didn't what?" I asked, feigning innocence and nonchalance.

"Don't you play innocent," she said chidingly. "You shaved your crotch!"

"Oh...that." I said with an air of nonchalance, "Actually, I didn't

shave it. I used some of your cream."

"Well, that's good." she added: "God forbid that you should use a razor

and risk damaging our favorite toy."

And the three of us laughed.

"So, now," I said, "You tell me why you took the hair off your crotches."

Angie blushed, and to Lolita she said: "I told you he'd see right

through these panties."

"Actually," Said Lolita, mimicking my earlier nonchalance, "I used to do

it all the time." She continued, straight-faced: "Besides, this way

there's no risk of getting hair stuck between anyone's teeth."

Once again we all broke out in laughter.

"Here's the plan for this memorable evening:" said Lolita, "First we all

get a nice warm cleansing enema, and then a shower, and then we’ll have

the 'main event'"

"Which is...?" I interjected.

"You'll see." she said with finality.

The three of us retired up to the garret after drying off. Three regular

enema bags were already laid out and ready to be filled.

Lolita again spoke: "We each fix our own. We know how we like them." She

added: "Remember: we want to be nice and clean for the next part."

I took my two-quart bag and first poured a teaspoon of salt into it.

Then I half-filled it and shook it vigorously to dissolve the salt. I

then added the remaining necessary water, and topped it off with a

pre-measured packet of Castile peppermint soap.

I carried the bag back to the bed and hung it at a comfortable height.

Angie came next with her bag and did likewise, followed by Lolita, who

beckoned to me and patted the bed. I lay down in the middle, on my back,

and lifted my legs so that she may first lubricate me and then insert

the nozzle. She started the flow right away. Then she indicated that

Angie should join me, to my right. Lolita ministered to her as she had

done with me, Once again starting the flow as soon as the nozzle was in

place. Lolita then climbed on the bed and straddled me, backwards,

offering her anus to me so that I may get her cleansing started. I did

so without further ado, and she lay down to my left.

The three of us lay there, each preoccupied with his/her own enema. I

reached with both my hands and lay them on two beautifully soft, denuded

vulvas. As if on command, two hands reached for my bare member and

scrotum, and we all began a quiet play session as our bowels filled.

I had never before played with a hairless pudendum. The silky smoothness

of the delicate skin served to further excite my own libido, just as two

practiced hands tickled, squeezed, kneaded and scratched my own bare

scrotum and phallus. There was a serenade of sighs and coos at either

side of me, as first one then the other of the objects of my attention

stiffened, then relaxed amid a symphony of ecstatic utterings.

I was lost in the glory of the moment, and on the verge of exploding

when I was brought back to reality by a mild cramp in my abdomen. Deep

breaths eased the pain as I gently coaxed the two busy hands away from

my crotch. I wanted to save myself for whatever was to come. Also, I

felt a need to expel my enema.

As I got up and removed the nozzle, Lolita and Angie moved to fill the

void space I had left on the bed. They were as one, kissing and

caressing one another, and eliciting further sighs and moans from one

another. They presented a picture of beauty and love, and I may have

remained to watch if I hadn't once again felt the urge to be rid of my

water.

It was a tenuous trip down the spiral stairs to my bathroom, but I had

chosen to take it so that my ladies could make use of the new suite's

bathroom.

I was a good fifteen minutes voiding myself, and when I finished, I went

back upstairs. The bedroom was empty, but I could hear the sound of

water rushing through the open bathroom door. Lolita caught a glimpse of

me as she sat on the commode.

"C'mon in!" She said. "The water's fine!"

I walked into the bathroom and saw that evidently Angie had already

voided, as she sat using the bidet, eyes closed, but with a smile on her

face.

"Does that feel good, Baby?" I asked.

"Mmmmm...." cooed Angie.

As Lolita flushed away her water, Angie turned off the bidet and stood

to join me with a gentle kiss. Lolita shifted to the bidet and was soon

enjoying her little shower, as Angie and I stood nearby, stroking her

head and kissing one another.

"I've never seen you use the bidet." said Angie, questioningly.

"What a coincidence." I said. "I've never seen me use it either."

"Why?" asked Lolita.

"In case you haven't noticed," I said, "I'm a male person. A bidet is a

female thing, right?"

"Well..." started Lolita, "Time to re-open school."

She turned off the appliance and stood.

"Have a seat, my friend." she gestured toward the bidet. "You are about

to enjoy a new and wonderful experience."

I sat on the skin-warm porcelain as my two ladies knelt on either side

of me. Lolita turned on the water, I felt a slight chill as the wetness

tickled my perineum, Lolita reached under me to feel the water, and with

her other hand adjusted the temperature. She then increased the pressure

a bit.

"Now, you can adjust the aim simply by rocking your body back and forth

until you find the best position." Lolita instructed.

I did so and soon felt the brunt of the shower tickling my anus. My

semi-flaccid member immediately sprung back to life as I experimented

with the bidet's upward jet. The rapid-pulsing water teased my opening

inexorably, and I felt a new excitement in my groin. Lolita kissed and

nuzzled me as I sat there, while Angie began fondling my member, first

with gentle hands, then with a hungry mouth.

I was as soft putty in the two ladies' hands. Once again, I began

feeling a pressure in my loins, as I reveled in the variety of pleasant

sensations which assaulted my body from different directions. I moaned

my appreciation, and my breaths began to speed up and deepen as the

urgency in my groin mounted.

"That's enough!" I said, gently pushing the women away and turning the

water off, once again depriving myself of the relief which my body so

craved, but which I was saving for a later moment. It was during times

like this one that I felt a pang of envy towards women, who by nature

have the capability of enjoying many more orgasms than men.

Lolita then beckoned to Angie and me, indicating that she wanted help

setting up the equipment which would be necessary for our next session.

We produced three gallon-sized bags and proceeded to fill them with our

usual favorite ingredients. I saw that Lolita had added a few drops from

a new unlabeled vial. Lolita then plumbed the three bags together into

one common tube where she installed a clamp, then once again split the

tubing into three, each with its own shut-off. The termini consisted in

three double inflatable nozzles. The said arrangement was easy to

understand: All three of us would be subject to the same pressure as the

bags were interconnected. The single middle clamp would serve to

regulate the already restricted flow, and each individual clamp would be

needed as a shut-off at the end of the session. The above arrangement

also meant that, in the end, one or two of us could receive more or less

than our share of the water, with the other one or two receiving what

remained. Everybody shared the 'load' according to capacity.

We lubed up the inflatable nozzles, and then, under Lolita's direction,

placed ourselves in a triangular pattern on the bed, where we each

proceeded to massage and lubricate a rectum. Lolita did me, as I did

Angie, and Angie did Lolita. As ever, Lolita did an expert job of

reawakening my libido with her finger. After these past weeks she had

become wholly familiar with my individual sensitivities, and she had

learned to manipulate my rectum with practiced ease. As I enjoyed

Lolita's attentions, I busied myself with Angie's little rosebud, which

I first gave a thorough teasing with my tongue. As I felt her relax, I

was able to invade her opening a bit, as I heard her sigh and her

breathing begin to quicken. Then my jellied finger entered her slowly

and in a twisting motion. It was all I could do to keep from jerking, as

I reacted to Lolita's treatment of my own anus. At last, I felt the tip

of the double inflatable nozzle invading my relaxed orifice. I took that

as a signal to insert the corresponding nozzle into Angie's bottom. I

correctly presumed that Angie did the same with Lolita's nether opening.

Once inside, the inner balloons were inflated, then the outer ones. At

long last, at Angie's and Lolita's behest, I reached for the master

clamp and opened it wide. The bags hung low, assuring a slow, albeit

ponderous flooding of our bowels. I felt the warm invasion as the three

of us relaxed, each on our right side, and each busied with one of the

others' crotch.

My earlier tonguing and fingering of Angie's bottom had spurred a fresh

wetness to cover the delicate flower petals that were her labia. And I

could smell the sweetness of her sex as my tongue captured the little

nubbin which stood erect, hungrily demanding attention. My senses were

divided between this lovely portal of womanhood and my own member, which

was now subject to the attentions of my beautiful fellatrix Lolita, who,

as I mentioned earlier, now knew even the smallest nuance of my foibles

and sensitivities. These she used to her utter advantage as she licked,

nibbled, blew and sucked on my turgid phallus and swollen testicles. Her

reactions to her treatment by Angie were transmitted to me by her mild

gasps and her low moans, which sent tingles and vibrations to my

sensitive member.

All during this time, the presence of the inflatable nozzle in my rear

presented only a distant concept in my mind. I had no inkling as to the

status of the gargantuan bags, nor did I care. It was only when Lolita

bade us to switch partners, that I glanced up to see that they were only

about a quarter full.

The three of us sat up in order to turn around, and then lay on our left

sides. Now my attention was directed to Lolita's bare mound, and my

penis became the object of Angie's attentions. Lolita's labia and

clitoris were well swollen and glistened from her copiously flowing

juices. Her musky scent catapulted me to a new peak of excitement, as I

enthusiastically plunged my mouth towards her crotch to add to her

pleasure. My tongue danced around Lolita's clitoris, eliciting gasps and

mews of pleasure, as she stiffened, moaned, relaxed then sighed. There

was no stopping me as I continued.

At the same time, Angie, who by now had acquired respectable expertise

in the art of fellatio, used every trick she had learned, either from

reading, or from my encouragement or Lolita's coaching. I came to the

realization that soon I was going to have to give in and let my libido

have its way. The pressure in my groin was becoming almost unbearable,

and as Angie breathed on my wet shaft, I finally let myself go, slowly

humping against her mouth, letting her know I was ready to explode.

Angie herself was overcome by yet another climax elicited by Lolita, and

as she took in that glorious gasp of ecstasy, I released the juice which

had for so long been pent within me.

We lay there, all three of us breathless, Angie leaking a bit of my

semen from her mouth. Lolita then sat up and took Angie's hand, pulling

her towards her so that they may kiss, sharing the taste of my seed.

Then I kissed Angie, taking in some of my own juice, and mingling it

with the essence I had so savored from Lolita's vagina and finally, I

kissed Lolita, who shared with me a mixture of Angie's and my own

juices. Thus we completed our circle of ecstasy and love.

The three bags were empty, and we were at last reminded that we were all

full, and yet felt little discomfort, apart from the distention of our

abdomens. We were in a dreamy state of relaxation, and the thought came

to me that I had seen Lolita add some mysterious drops to our mix.

"What was that you added to our water?"

Lolita blushed. "What do you mean?"

"You know very well what I mean." I said. "I saw you add some drops of

something to the water."

Lolita turned redder. "I was hoping you hadn't seen that..." She finally

relented: "Well, if you must know, it was a bit of liquid THC."

"What's THC?" asked Angie, truly innocent.

I replied: "THC is TetraHydroCannabinol...It's the active ingredient in

Marijuana."

Lolita looked at us sheepishly. I looked over to her, cocked my head,

and shrugged my shoulders.

Then Angie piped up: "Wow! I never thought I'd ever smoke a joint

without having to get rid of the smell!" To this we all laughed

heartily. The laughs, however, reminded us that we were very full.

The three of us got up from the bed, and still "plugged in", walked to

the bathroom, with me carrying the three now empty bags. Lolita sat on

the commode, and I released her inner balloon. She was soon spewing

water, after her nozzle slipped out. Then Angie sat on the bidet, where

I released her nozzle. I then proceeded to squat over the shower drain,

where I released the water which was by then screaming to be let out.

After sharing a leisurely shower, my 'brides' and I retired to the huge

bed. As we cuddled together, well on our way to a deep slumber, I

reflected, "I don't think the beds downstairs are going to see a lot of

use."