You slammed your laptop down as fast as you could, like someone with a secret. 

Rio arched her eyebrow and eyed the MacBook you’d just assaulted. 

“You okay, babe?”

“Oh yeah, totally good. Didn’t know you were home, you just get here?”

Rio looked at your pink cheeks and then back down to your laptop, and her teeth chewed at her lip like she was deciding something before nodding twice. 

“Yeah, we did. Doesn’t your phone go off when we get home?”

You’d all downloaded an app so that you got notifications when either was at work or home, Agatha had been obsessive about checking it. Rio pretended at first she didn’t care, but you caught her checking it now. 

“I must not have heard it go off.”

“You busy doin something?” Rio tilts her head to the side just enough to be adorable and inquisitive. 

“Oh, nothing big. Just seeing the draft picks for hockey this year.” It wasn’t a complete lie, you had started there and then ventured further into the internet. 

You’d checked into some online shopping….packers and tape. It was sort of an accident, one night you had been scrolling and seen some cutie on Instagram talking about gender affirming products.

Pandora’s fucking box that was. 

Suddenly, you were pulling your hair a little tighter into the bun, wearing baggier button-downs, holding the sock, and looking down at your underwear, wondering…just wondering. 

But like a song on repeat, the thoughts didn’t stop.

It ate at you, this thought. It became bigger, seeming to have a snowball effect. 

What if? 

What if?

What would you look like if the shirt didn’t have the chest imprint, what would you look like with shorter hair? 

So last night, when Rio had fallen asleep with the news on, Agatha had moved her hand to the back of your neck. She’d thrown her legs over your lap, and you’d watched BBC news casually as Rio ranted.

Being together this long had its perks, and one of them was; you knew both of them better than yourself. And so when Rio started to rant at the news, you knew she’d be asleep within twenty minutes. And that Agatha would make the move to fuck you.

She’d work you into a tizzy, and Rio would wake up to you bent over the coffee table, or on your knees, or screaming Aggie’s name. 

Just how your older wife wanted it, for Rio to get needy and jealous. It was a game, and it wasn’t. Agatha genuinely liked having you to herself, and getting to tell Rio that if she’d only stayed awake, she could have had you first was just a plus. 

You three have been together for about twelve years now.

You’d actually dated Rio from a blind date set up from a friend. A few days later, Agatha had picked you up at a bar. You dated them both for a few weeks before feelings became too much for both of them. You’d broken it all off, figuring if you fell this hard for two people this fast, it must be bad. Something must be wrong with you, and how little attachment parenting you’d grown up with. Another reason to talk to your therapist. 

That was a long time ago, and when the nickname Mommy and Daddy did slip out of your mouth. It was met with arousal and orgasms. So you guessed that in the end it all worked out well for you.

But last night, when Agatha’s hand was playing with your hair, you felt a clamminess overtake you. Your feet shifted on the hardwood, Agatha noticed, of course.

Normally, her touch in your hair as she read, ignoring Rio's rant, would soothe you. So when her fingers didn’t do that, red flags went up quickly. But Rio wasn’t done talking about global warming or the impending war. 

Or about how our government ideals were dated and needed blah blah blah. All true, and all very much not what Agatha was focused on tonight, in this moment. But Agatha was nothing if not patient. 

So when Rio finally fell asleep, after her normal Ben and Jerry’s brownie batter indulgence and talking herself to exhaustion. 

Agatha’s hand trailed down to the baby hairs on your neck and then lower. Knowing what it did to you, but tonight you shot up. Her legs falling off of your lap with a thud. Agatha’s left eyebrow arched immediately in disbelief, and her mouth opened in annoyance. But you didn’t stay long. 

“I forgot to shower after my run.” You awkwardly threw your thumb towards the stairs. Agatha doesn’t take it for what it is, instead finding you adorable, and her face no longer holds irritation at all. 

“After Rio’s rousing speech on global warming, I believe we should save the water and shower together, dont’ you think Bunny?”

You laugh but it’s forced and she notices, you gulp and set out to shoot her down fast. But she gets another idea.

“You know I like the taste of you after a run just the same, come here.” Agatha pats the sofa where you just were but you are like the nicknamed rabbit, ready to flee.  

“Nah, It’ll be quick, then we can watch that documentary you wanted to see.” You say but you are walking backwards and Agatha’s looking like she’s about to stand but you walk faster. 

“What was the name of it?” Your voice cracks and you feel like this isn’t going well. Agatha scoffs but allows you this now. 

“Paris is Burning?” She asks and you pale more. 

“No, no, the one about cults! Listen Aggie, I just need a quick shower and then we can watch it ok?” You try and Agatha just seems conflicted as you run up the stairs and away from her. 

Telling your wife you didn’t want to have sex was foreign to you, and to her. 

And lying to Rio was also something you’d never really done before. So as you’d been avoiding discussing things, it seemed to only wedge something between the three of you. 

“Help me with groceries?” Rio asked breaking you from your thoughts and you set the laptop down. Walking towards her as she swerved around you and grabbed the laptop before jumping back so you couldn’t take it back.

“RIO! WHAT THE HELL!” You yell but she flips the top open and types in your password only for it to not work. 

Ok, so maybe the gender thing had been going on for more than a week or two. Maybe you’d changed your passwords on your phone and computer, maybe you were hiding. Fuck.

“Your password has been AgRi069 for years. What is this?” Rio turns her attention to you now, as she types in the password for the third time only for it to be wrong. 

“Oh, yeah I changed it recently.” 

Rio wasn’t buying it. 

“Ok, so what is it?”

“Aren’t there groceries we need to get?” You counter and go to walk out, hoping this would end. 

“You remember when my Tío taught you poker.” Rio says putting your laptop down on the sofa in the small office you three shared. 

“Yeah?” You don’t make the connection. 

“Well, he should have taught you to bluff better. You’ve never lied to me before, so I didn’t quite recognize the look at first. But I’ve seen it a few times recently and now can successfully tell you you are a terrible mentirosa.” Rio’s face turned dark, and you knew this side of her, you’d seen it a few times now too. It was past pain reflected back on you.

“Rio, let me explain.” Your words don’t hold any weight now.

“I wish you would. Who is she?”

“What?” You asked confused. 

“Well, you took Agatha’s face ID off your phone. Because she tried to open your phone to see if you were in trouble, or cheating. I said you wouldn’t, not ever. Not who we are, but now your laptop. You don’t watch porn without me, I know that. So what are you looking at? Who is she?” Rio stepped forward and your face turned to pure horror. 

“You two think I’m cheating on you?” You can’t believe that is where they went. 

This was the perfect time for Agatha to walk in after finishing loading the groceries and hearing Rio raising her voice. Knowing that there was no MMA fight today, hockey season hadn’t started, and the BBC wasn’t on. She was a little confused. 

“Papi, thanks for all your help with the groceries. Bunny, what’s going on?” Agatha said, fully walking in and seeing your look of upset, and Rio’s fury. The veins in Rio’s neck were throbbing from her rage. 

“I want to know who it is. I want to know who I’m fighting. I’ll fuck them up. Not just their car or their face, but their god damn life. If you think you can just cheat and walk away you are nuts. I’m fighting for you, we’ll…fuck we’ll do what’s the american word for it? Fuck, uh-um couples therapy!” Rio snaps her fingers for it, and you are gawking at her. And Agatha is now caught up, and her hair whips to the side as she eyes Rio and then jerks to look at you. 

“What the hell is happening?” Agatha’s voice sounds like it’s coming out of a ghost. 

“You were right, she’s cheating. And I’m calling my brothers and Tío. I’ll set this bitches house on fire. I don’t care!” Rio’s voice rose, and you forgot how to speak and blink. Your mouth is just hanging open. 

Rio starts to rant in broken spanish and you can’t even begin to decipher what she’s saying as a lot of it is cursing and slang. 

“My love, calm down.” Agatha put her hand up to Rio, who was turning to open the laptop again and guess more passwords. But Agatha let her as she turned and grabbed your arm, but you jerked away. Another new habit, you weren’t loving being touched right now. Agatha didn’t let her hurt show. 

“My Angel, can you tell me what’s going on?” Agatha’s voice turned softer for you, knowing you didn’t do well in conflicts like this. 

“I-I..” You couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Gimmie your phone! I wanna talk to her!” Rio shouted, and you couldn’t believe it, how quickly her trust was shattered. She never yelled at you, knowing you didn’t handle it well. 

“Rio, my love, calm down. Stop this.” Agatha snapped, and you sat down on the sofa again and started to have a panic attack. The room spun and you felt like this was a nightmare. No longer your home. 

Agatha got onto the floor and grabbed both sides of the arms of the chair to lock you in. 

“Sweetness, can you box breathe for me? Or can we ground together?” Agatha attempted but you were past that. 

Rio had put her hands in her hair and was freaking out, you were having a panic attack and Agatha wasn’t sure how to put this fire out. But she wasn’t about to lose both her wives to whatever this stupid conflict was. 

“She’s cheating! I can’t believe this! I trusted you! I love you!” Rio was freaking out and you finally snapped. 

“I’M NOT CHEATING DADDY FUCK! I’M SCARED! I-I’M WRONG! I’M MADE WRONG!” You screamed and ran out of the room and up to the bedroom and slammed the door and then headed to the master bathroom and locked it. 

You couldn’t believe it, you hadn’t done this since you were a teenager, lock yourself in a god damn bathroom. 

You looked around to try to figure out what to do next that’s when you caught yourself in the mirror. Your face was the cruelest thing you could have ever seen. You yelled before punching the stupid reflection of yourself. It didn’t feel good, not like the movies. Not like you had hoped. The moment your fist left the adrenaline hypdriving in your veins, but the realization caught you with it’s jagged edges. You punched a mirror. How juvenile. How stupid!

Then you let out a string of cursing as the mirror shards dug into the soft flesh of your hand. Not yet feeling all of the pain but the cold and the blood pooling out of you now. 

“OH FUCK!” You cried, looking down to see the fragments. “That’s why I’ve never punched anything, oh shit that hurts. ” You spoke out loud and now your panic was morphing faster and your hand was bleeding, and your mirror was cracked. You moved your fingers and a small piece of mirror fell out of your hand clattering to the tile floor. 

“Baby! Open the door!” Rio shouted, and you felt tears falling down your face. 

“Angel, please, open the door for us. Baby please, let us help.” Agatha tried but you just cried and grabbed the side of the sink and tried to think of how to put this monster back in the closet. How to put you…back in the closet.  

How do you undo this? How do you stop thinking of it? How could you have been made as such a mistake? 

The door jam cracked as Rio kicked the door in and pushed the shattered wood in before both your wives saw your hand and stopped. The moment carrying all of the fear everyone had for different reason. Time just stood still, like it does when a lie, much like a fire get’s it’s first big breath. This lie had just blow the windows out of your perfect happy home. 

And now everyone couldn’t lie about the smell of gas, no more ignoring it. They saw the flames, and now you all had to deal with how to get out of the house without letting it consume you.

Agatha and Rio’s gaze went from your face to your hand to the mirror and back again. 

You stepped back as Rio stepped over the broken door. Agatha trying to remember how to breathe. 

“Please don’t. You can’t love me. I’m not…It’s all wrong. I’m wrong please-” You hiccup, you are crying so hard no,w and Rio eyes the shower and turns it on before she pushes you in fully clothed. Grabbing your cellphone and throwing it onto the floor. 

The water falls over your head, and you gasp at how cold it stings you, but Rio steps into the shower fully clothed with her converse still on. 

“Take a breath. Come on, I’m sorry, baby. Just breathe.” Rio say,s but she doesn’t touch you, simply stays in your eyeline, stepping a little closer so you are both under the water now. So that all you can see are her eyes. 

Agatha throws open the medicine cabinet to find what she’ll need for your hand. You don’t notice, because you can’t notice anything. But her whole body is shaking in fear. 

“Tell me what happened when I took you to Cape Perpetua,” Rio instructs, and you are gasping and stuttering, and you can’t breathe. 

“R-rRi-o I-” You can’t breathe. 

“Take a breath, tell me what happened.” Rio won’t let it go, won’t ever let you go.

“I b-roke my ha-and I got dr-drunk camping. And I slipped on a rock and fel-ll.” You can’t talk right yet, but that doesn’t stop your wife. 

“Yeah, and what did I tell you?” Rio said and you saw her eyes fill with tears now. You move your uninjured hand to wipe at the snot and Rio takes her shirt off and wipes your nose with it. And you can’t even be embarrassed about how gross you are right now. 

“Y-you told me I-I would be o-ok.”

“What did I do?” Rio moves slow as she pushes the hair out of your face so you can still see her clearly. 

“Y-you carried me out of the forest until we got to the car and drove me to the ER.”

“Yeah, and what did I say to you when we waited for X-rays?”

“That you loved me unconditionally.” You said without gasping and hiccuping. The chemicals in your body slowed now, a dull ache in your head. Your fear not gone, but the memory was cooler now, like vix vapor rub on your sick mind. 

Rio must have seen the shift too, because she spoke into your personal space, not allowing you to sink into despair alone. 

“That's right. I told you I love you unconditionally. That I had never experienced this before. That kind of love, the love we have. I told you that I was never more scared than when you got hurt. That I’d do anything to keep you and Aggie safe. That I felt like all my shitty relationships were worth it, because now I had the real thing. But that- that I didn’t know how to love all the right ways yet, that I’d make mistakes. But that I-I needed you, both of you. And that I love you unconditionally, that there was nothing you could ever do, that would change that. Baby, I’m so sorry, I panicked.” Rio’s voice wasn’t as sure now, as she said that last part. The fear that she had hurt you, that she was being an idiot. That somehow your wife had driven you to this place of hurting yourself. 

You have to stop this idea now.

“I would never cheat on you. I love you. And I know how much those people hurt you.” You say, and you feel your body grow cold, and your teeth start to chatter. Rio doesn’t even think, she just turns the water off, and Agatha is on you so fast. Wrapping a towel around your wet body, she manhandles you out of the shower to sit on the edge of the tub so she can be the doctor now. 

Your hand is still bleeding, and she pats it dry and takes tweezers to take the three large shards out of your knuckles. She doesn’t speak, almost like she’s too afraid. Which makes no sense, Agatha wasn’t one who scared easily. Agatha was a writer, a journalist before that. She’d been in war zones and written on horrible atrocities. 

Yet she looked more war-torn over your hand than you’d ever seen her. 

Rio moved fast, her sneakers making squishy noises as she walked into the closet to get you some dry clothes. 

Agatha had learned first aid from being in those horrible situations. And so she knew you didn’t need stitches, but she also knew your hand would hurt a lot once the panic and adrenaline left your body. 

You shivered, and Agatha took the last piece out and bandaged your hand, putting small butterfly stitches in between your cuts to help close it quickly. Then wrapping your hand in a way where you can still wiggle your fingers, but not aggravate the knuckles. 

You knew realistically your hand was already throbbing and in pain, but it wasn’t as large as the other hurt you were feeling.

Agatha was done by the time Rio came back with clean clothes and a glass of water with two pill bottles. One Tylenol and one Aspirin bottle, and she held them up for Agatha who took the Tylenol and poured out the right amount before handing it into your uninjured hand. You threw them back as instructed, before Rio handed you the water and you downed the whole glass. 

Agatha went to grab your shirt before stopping, and you hated this. Hated that she wasn’t sure if she could touch you. You’d done this, you’d created this. Agatha’s anxious blue eyes reached yours as if to silently ask. You nodded and she quickly took off your wet clothes and she and Rio dressed you in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. Before Agatha walked you into the bedroom and Rio went to get herself changed. 

Agatha, once she had you crisscrossed, safely seated on the bed, she scratched her scalp and started to pace back and forth in front of you. 

You didn’t say anything, letting your finger play with the edge of the bandage, you bit your bottom lip, and waited. 

Once Rio came back in with a Devil’s hockey jersey and dark grey sweat pants, she eyed both of you and then decided on sitting on the cozy armchair in the corner. So she could watch both of you. 

Agatha paced back and forth. 

Rio watched as you avoided everyone's eye contact. 

The clock on the wall ticked by, and you wondered what the fuck would happen next. 

Is this the end of your marriage?

“Okay,” Agatha said, finally coming to a decision. 

“Okay?” Rio asked, not understanding. Which you normally would have found funny, how these two were so different. Yet you seemed to speak them both perfectly. 

“We can’t ignore whatever is going on anymore. You punched a mirror. You don’t want to make love anymore. You are hiding things, and you changed your passwords. You aren’t cheating, fine. Tell us what is going on. No more lies.” Agatha stated all of them like facts, even though her voice wavered from fear and anxiety. Rio’s attention snapped from Agatha to you. They both could have caught you on fire from the intensity of their gaze.

You waited for a minute. 

“I…I don’t know how to start.”

The overwhelming images of the past month came crashing down. How do you tell two people who love you that they aren’t loving….you. That something is fundamentally not ok inside of you. And it hasn’t been for a while, but now you couldn’t ignore it one more second.

“Unconditional love, there’s not a thing you could say or do,” Agatha stated, just like Rio had. And you know in your soul, that they really do mean that. 

“What if….What if I say something so life-changing I can’t take it back?”

You couldn’t lose them. But that was a possibility here. 

“Then our life changes together.” Agatha answered, not missing a beat before responding. 

“What if you…what if you aren’t attracted to me anymore?” You dig your heels in mentally. 

Rio scoffed now, and Agatha turned to glare at her, but your wife wasn’t remotely afraid. 

“That’s not humanly possible. You bat your eyes and Agatha creams her thong. You smile at me and my nipples practically cut through my shirt. I think of all the things to worry about, you can take that one off the list, little thing.” Rio snorts, and Agatha doesn’t disagre,e but she still gives a disapproving look at the lack of tact in this moment. 

But you laugh for a second, and both wives decide it was worth it. That anything would be worth it to hear you laugh again. You’d been so wound up, avoiding them, distant. Your laughter was like the first break of day after a long, cold night. 

“Bunny, please let us in,” Agatha begged now. 

You look down at your injured hand. 

This wasn’t you. You didn’t punch things, you didn’t distance yourself from your wives. You didn’t do any of this self distructive bullshit. 

One big breath and then you looked at them both. 

“I’m scared.” You admitted now.

“Remember when we talked Agatha into waxing her legs for the first time?” Rio smirked and Agatha turned with her jaw jutting out in anger once more. 

You giggled at the memory, yeah, that was the first and last time Agatha waxed her legs. She was a strictly razor-shaver for life after that. Sugar wax had been a bad starter. 

“Really, Rio.” Agatha’s voice deepened in warning. Having tried to get Rio to delete the video of Agatha cursing in different languages and gripping her leg had been one of Agatha’s biggest failures in life. 

“She laughed!” Rio defended.

“Keep it up, I’ll up your punishment. You won’t cum for another week.” Agatha taunted, and Rio threw her hands up, and it was a welcome distraction for a moment. A feeling of normalcy before they both turned to you. Rio gave a small reassuring smile.

“We told her, the first part is the worst. Just rip it off.”

“I…I don’t fit. I don’t feel right in my skin…I..” You tilted your head and grimaced. This wasn’t right, not how you thought it would sound. 

“Keep going.” Agatha gently encouraged, knowing once you started, you’d find your footing. 

“I don’t..I’m not a girl. I mean…I’m I don’t know if I am. I don’t feel like a boy either. But maybe a little more that? But not all the way. Fuck why is this so hard!” You wondered how other people came out. 

“Hey, it’s ok. So…do you want us to call you a different name?” Rio asked tentatively, like she was afraid she’d scare you. It was a valid question, and one that was said with genuine love and an attempt to understand further. 

Too bad you couldn’t even answer that.

“No, maybe? I want..I want to cut my hair. I want to wear something…else. I don’t want the type of underwear I have…I want things…to be different.” You wondered where your better vocabulary went. 

“Okay.” Agatha said and your eyes hardened, almost insulted. 

“Okay?” You said back like it was a slap, like she was making this sound easy. But Agatha just seemed to meet you with adoration back. 

“Okay, Rio, baby, get your laptop.”

Rio smiled and popped up, and ran out of the room.

“First things first, let’s start with your hair. Do you know how you want it to look?” Agatha aske,d and your mouth opened and closed like a fish. 

“What? You love my long hair. You say it all the time! You love to pull it and- and you don’t want it short!” You defend, but it sounds silly now. 

“Baby, I love you. Your hair, short or long won’t change that. Do you want me to cut it now? Or I can take you to a barber. Whatever you want, we’ll do.” Agatha offered, and your heart started to beat out of your chest. You stared into her warm blue eyes for a moment before your grin broke out. 

“You’d cut my hair?” You realized now what she’d offered. 

Agatha had never offered to cut your or Rio’s hair. But she’d learned while overseas. She’d cut plenty of other people's hair. But swore she wouldn’t when she returned home. 

Agatha's loving smile lit something inside of you, a safety you had never thought possible. 

She nodded and seemed to be filled with joy at your obvious relief. 

“I’d do that and so much more. You know me baby. Don’t for a second think I wouldn’t move heaven and earth for you. Get up.” Agatha said, and you followed her into the bathroom, with the water on the floor. The door was broken and the mirror shards were still on the floor. Agatha was careful, she pointed to the tub and went into her side of the bathroom. You sat on the side once more, but she did a little circle motion with her finger, and you turned so that you were facing the window.

Was this really all happening this quick? 

Aggie came back with hair clippers and scissors. 

You lifted up your sweatshirt taking it off and then looked down at your chest. Feeling a little self-conscious, but Agatha put a hand on your shoulder and you relaxed for the first time in a while. 

You couldn’t see her face, but Agatha closed her eyes in silent victory. 

She had you back. Everything would be alright again, as long as she had you once more.

Rio had perfect timing too as she came back in with her laptop open and a six-pack. She set the beers down and sat on the closed toilet lid. 

“Alright! Oh shit! You got Aggie to cut your hair! Mommy loves you!” Rio teased, and Agatha winked at her. 

“How do you want it, baby?” Agatha asked yo,u and you felt your hands grow wet again. 

“Um..I don’t know…I’ve never been..I wasn’t allowed when I was younger I-” You felt panic again, and Agatha gripped the side of your jaw, in a way only she could. 

“Trust me?” 

“Forever.” You whispered back without even needing a moment, and Agatha bit back her tears, flippin,g taking out her scissor,s and starting to free you. 

Hair fell around you in big clumps; you’d never seen so much of it fall. As Agatha cut Rio googled things and asked you questions. 

“Binders or tape?” Rio asked, and you thought for a few seconds. 

“Both?” You questioned, and you heard Rio clicking to add things to a cart. 

“Boxers or Briefs, or do you want those like boyshorts?” Rio asked, clicking on things and typing. 

“Briefs, can you do the Calvin Klein ones?”

“Oh, the black ones?” Agatha excitedly stated behind you as she flicked on the clippers and bent your head forward to start to buzz. 

“Fuck you are gonna look so hot in these!” Rio said adding them and you felt your ears burn with a blush. That was a new thing, a thing Agatha was noticing. The more gender affirming things they spoke of, the more adorably blushing you’d get. 

“Bunny, look to the side, please,” Agatha instructed, and you did, but Rio cut off both of your thoughts. 

“Wait, so we don’t know name stuff yet. But do you still like Bunny and Angel and stuff or do you want something else?” Rio asked, and this stopped the room for a minute. 

“I still want to be Bunny and stuff..But um..Can…can you maybe use more gender nutral pronouns?”

“Of course we can,” Agatha said quickly, not about to backtrack on how far you three had come. 

“Do you….do you still want to be our baby though?” Rio’s voice was more self-conscious than you’d ever heard it. 

“Oh my god! I’m not that different! I still want you to be Mommy and Daddy!” You say quickly, and both of your wives relax instantly, and you turn to look at Rio in shock. 

“You thought I was cheating earlier, and now you think I don’t want our intimacy or kink anymore?”

“You’ve never been this distant before, I’m freaking out a little bit!” Rio’s voice went higher than ,normal and Agatha grabbed your face and turned you to face the window again. 

“No one is cheating, no one is breaking our kink dynamic. Everyone, calm down. Rio are those beers purely decorative? I think we all need one.” Agatha took control of the room, and everyone was happier for it. Rio reached forward and cracked one open, handing it to you. You took the blue can of Kona Big Wave and drank greedily. Happy for the beer taste. 

Agatha took it from your hand when you were done chugging and drank from your can. 

“I would have opened a second one, my love.” Rio said, and it was like they were reciting lines. They always did this; it was almost a comfort thing now. Because Rio would say the same thing, and Agatha always answered the same back. 

“It always tastes better after my wife’s lips have been on it.” Agatha recited back, and Rio chuckled and opened a second beer, and started to chug it. Before plopping down to sit next to you. Agatha handed you back the cold can, and you gripped it as she turned the clippers back on and buzzed the side of your fade. 

Rio was sitting facing Agatha but her butt was next to you on the tub. It felt intimate, this whole thing did. 

The glow of the bathroom light left you feeling a little shell shocked. The gentle noise from the motor in the clippers. It all gave you a second to realize what was happening. You were being accepted, you were changing in this moment. Real time it was all happening. And you need only ask, because you had been safe and loved this whole time. 

Agatha’s fingers brushed against your neck as she cut your hair. The buzz next to your ear consistent as she worked against your scalp. The trust you had, knowing whatever she did would be best. It all felt so intimate.

This moment inbetween, in between a hair cut, in between decisions on your new name. All of it would be done, this transitionary moment. And you felt the need to take a photo, to remember that it was born in a bathroom on a Thursday with the people who loved you most. 

Broken mirrors, cold beer, hair messily on the floor, and gentle touches from your lovers.

You felt the emotions bubble in your throat. 

And then there was Rio asking these questions, with kindness and not an ounce of judgment. 

This is how it was always supposed to be. Your family, your wives, would never turn you away. You just needed to trust them. 

“What are you looking up?” Agatha asked, breaking your thoughts as Rio’s smirk just kept getting bigger. 

“Names to call your lover in the bedroom.” Rio rolled her ‘r’s as if that made it less cringey. 

“Oh god no.” You mumbled and took another swig of beer to help this all go down easier. 

“I’m putting parental locks on both of your laptops.” Agatha stated very seriously, wondering if she should do it while you were both sleeping. 

“I think we should incorporate: Hotpants, Anaconda, and Beefcake into our sex life.” Rio laughed and took a drink. 

“I’d like to see you try,” Agatha murmured before turning your face up to see if the sides matched, because she was a perfectionist. And your first haircut from her would be absolute perfection. 

It was the most opportune moment for you to fake moan and use a pornographic voice to taunt your wives.

“Mommy, won’t you please let me touch Daddy’s anaconda?” You said with a breathy voice, and Agatha turned off the clipper,s and Rio coughed on her beer. The two of them looked at you. 

“Wow…that um..I felt that.” Agatha said, not hating the sound of you saying it now. You couldn’t believe she wasn’t teasing anymore. 

“Stop it, I was joking!” You defend, but Rio shakes her head. 

“It’s being added for sure. Fuck I need a second cold shower.” She half-jibed as she put the cold beer on her forehead, and you laughed again. 

“You two just haven’t gotten laid in a minute.”

“Yeah, we gotta talk about that too. Are you still a bottom?” Rio asked, and Agatha leaned forward and flicked her wife in the forehead. 

“OW!” Rio yelled, but you just laughed along and finished your beer. 

“I think I’ve always been a switch. But I guess so, and I think….” You bit your lip, and that blush came back, and Rio got giddy at the sight. 

“Let Daddy hear it, come on, my dirty little one.” Rio was practically leaning in like you were gonna tell her a secret.

“I think I wanna buy a cum tube..and I wanna cum inside you two. Also I wanna get a packer and maybe…fuck you at a bar with a strap or something? Yeah…I think that would be fun.” You closed your eyes, half in embarrassment and half because you were envisioning it all. 

You didn’t expect Agatha to grab your chin, and your eyes flew ope,n and she kissed you hard, and you moaned deep. Rio grabbed your neck and choked you slightly as you kissed your Mommy. 

“Fuck baby, you don’t know how hot that is. Mommy and I can’t wait.” Rio’s voice was gravely with the image, and her voice dropped like six octaves it was so sexy. You all were aroused by that. 

When Agatha pulled back you noticed as her eyes opened that they were heavily dilated. 

“You are in so much trouble.” She whispered and you felt your whole body responding to your wives touch and their obvious horniness. 

“Wha?” you said, confused. 

“You have been hiding such a handsome boy from Mommy. You wanted to do that this whole time, and you are just now telling us? Very naughty.” Agatha told you, and you moaned louder, louder than you mea,nt and both of their faces lit up. 

“What?” You were confused at their change of mood.

“You want to be our handsome boy?” Agatha asked, and you looked down in confusion about what you wanted. 

“Hey, don’t panic. It’s ok, we’ll figure it all out, ok.” Rio sai,d moving her hand to your shoulder, her thumb tracing your collar bones, and it helped ease your anxiety. 

“Almost done with the haircut, Rio, we need another beer,” Agatha said, moving back to the back of your head, to finish the small hairs on your neck and around your left ear. 

“Cum tubes and packers are going to be over nighted,” Rio smirked and typed with a new vigor, like she was too ready to see you open these things. 

“I think….I think I’m non-binary?” You said slowly as Rio bent down and cracked the tab on another beer, and passed it to your waiting shaky hands. In your wife's defense, she didn’t even hitch in her movement. She took your words in stride. 

“Ok, do you still want to be called our wife?” Rio asked, not hanging onto anything trivial, ready to move and flex with you. 

“Yeah, I do. But not she/her. Is that ok?” You asked, now unsure of yourself. Agatha turned the clippers off and tilted your head back so that you were looking up at her upside down. She bent over so you didn’t have to tilt too far. 

“Anything you do, is ok. Nothing you decide is going to be wrong. And if you don’t like something, we’ll change it again.” Agatha told you, and you felt safer than ever before. But of course you would, they were your everything. 

“Ok, Mommy.” You answer and Agatha kissed the tip of your nose before she stood you up. Rio jumped up too, putting her computer back on the toilet. 

“WAIT!” She shouted and quickly covered your eyes. 

“Rio, we are in a bathroom. Don’t scream so loud.” Agatha chastised. 

“You like it when I scream. And we need a big reveal. Preferably on the side of the mirror that isn’t shattered. Ok baby, I’m gonna guide you to the right.” Four hands grabbed your naked torso and pulled you in the direction of the bathroom without glass shards. 

You waited for a few seconds as things were moved around you. 

Then Rio kissed your right ear. 

“Oh fuck, you look so good. Ok, ready, 1,2…”

Rio moved her hand away, and you looked into the mirror to a person you didn’t recognize. 

Both your hands went up immediately to touch it, but Agatha grabbed your bandaged arm by the elbow, not wanting to hurt your hand further. Reminding you not to move it. 

“Holy shit!” You yelled but the smile on your face saved Agatha from panicking that you didn’t like it. “OH MY GOD! I LOVE IT! Oh fuck!” Your fingers brushed against the buzzed sides and the short top with enough to style. It was everything you wanted. You couldn’t believe the lack of weight, the feeling of the air on your neck. 

You just kept touching it, unable to believe it was really you. 

“You look so handsome.” Rio grinned and Agatha nodded, unable to speak much yet. Overcome with the emotions of it all.

“You like it too?” You eyed them both. 

“Our pretty boy,” Agatha stated her eyes going gooey with affection and your blush turned dark across your chest, your ears, and your cheeks. 

“Mommy, they like it. Say it again.” Rio’s voice hummed in the bathroom now. Agatha licked her top lip like she could already taste you. 

“You want to be our pretty boy? Mama’s sweet boy?” Agatha asked, and you whimpered, and that did things to your wives. 

“You know I think you should thank Mommy for cutting your hair, handsome, don’t you?” Rio asked, and you were already turning to kiss her. But Agatha was quick too, as she grabbed your jaw with both hands and crashed into you. Leaning her body into yours and kissing you with hunger. 

Her hands moved to your hair, she’d left just enough in the back to grab and tug you, and she did so now. You moaned at the feeling of having your hair pulled. 

“My good boy, let’s get the hair off of you. And then we can talk more in the bedroom?” She offered, and you nodded and bit your lip. Rio quickly cleaned the bathroom of water, your fallen phone, the shards, and all the hair. 

Agatha had you bend backwards into the tub so she could rinse your shoulders and back. Then wash your hair with shampoo to get all the little hairs off. 

Once you were towel-dry ,Rio carried her laptop, your phone, and the unopened beers into the bedroom.

Agatha threw the towel around your shoulders and pushed you in the direction of the bed. Then took a quick turn to the closet. 

Rio grabbed your good hand and pulled you onto the bed. 

“You really don’t mind it?” You asked again, and Rio pushed you back onto the bed. Before straddling you. 

“I love you, Daddy could fucking devour you. You know that? I can’t wait to show you off. You look so good.” Rio’s mouth fell to your jaw, and she kissed you, her hands finding the bottom of your ribs to hold you in place. Never let you squirm away again.  

The weight of her on top of you was so comforting, her mouth hot as she kissed every inch. Needing to mark this new version of you, needing to worship you. 

“Daddy fuck, I missed you.” You moan and grab at her jersey, yanking it over her head. She momentarily allows it before she goes back to attacking you with kisses. Moving her mouth to yours so she can taste you again and again. You roll your hips to meet hers and she grinds down on you before her hands fall onto your stomach. Knowing she wants to open the string of your sweatpants. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without being inside of you. This dry spell had me feral.” Rio means it. 

“It’s been like a week and a half!” You defend, but realize she’s right. You’d never gone this long. Not when you were sick with the flu, or even when you three had house sat for Rio’s nephew. You guys were like animals, unable to not be inside each other. 

“The guys at work were asking me if I needed an extra lunch hour to come home and fuck you. They said I was being an asshole and needed to get laid. Someone offered to take me to a strip club.” Rio told you, and your face turned to agitation at the idea of Rio at a strip club. 

“You didn’t!”

Rio looked michivious as she answered.

“I wouldn’t! I have two wives, what do I need to pay to see someone take off their clothes? I do laundry, I see enough clothes come off.” Rio teased, and you pinched her side hard and she winced but giggled at your offended nature. 

“You know if Mommy hears Daddy talking about strip clubs you won’t be allowed to cum for longer than you already are.” Your eyebrows shoot up at the idea, and Rio looks frantic.

“Now wait a minute-” Rio doesn’t want to be in trouble longer than she already was. 

“Mommy Mommy DA-!” You yell and Rio puts a hand over your mouth and then cups your cunt. And you moan and hump her hand. 

“Naughty little boy, you are! If you behave I’ll let you cum before Mommy get’s back?” Rio offere,d but you bit her hand and then licked it, and she shivered at you. Always loving the mix of your tongue and a little pain. 

You were rewarded with Rio untying your sweat pants and yanking them down your thighs. But her enjoyment was short-lived as Agatha came out of the closet with a small box. 

“And just what do you think you are doing?” Agatha popped her hip to the side and put her hand on it. 

Rio’s hand was still over your mouth as she looked at her wife. 

“I’m breaking in our good boy. Can’t you see, Mama?” Rio taunted only to get a look of amusement from Agatha. 

“I believe you still have another few days, remember?”

“The rules said I couldn’t orgasm, not that I couldn’t shove my fingers inside my wives sweet cunt.” Rio reminded and you moaned and rolled your hips as Rio’s hand found your pussy and her middle finger made a show of taking the slick, your wet arousal from your lips, and trailing it up to the sides of your clit. Not touching, just showing ownership. 

That you were Daddy’s now. 

“You think you get to make Mama’s boy cum first?” Agatha argued, and all three of you loved this. The flirting, the jealousy with no real upset, the toying, the game of it, the fucking foreplay. 

“I don’t know, they feel an awful lot like a Daddy’s boy now. Don’t you, sweetie?” Rio said and your eyes rolled back as Rio pushed a single finger inside of you. 

“Daddy, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll take that finger out of my submissive little boy right now,” Agatha said and all these names were making your heart explode with joy, and your clit ache and twitch with need. 

“You hear that, baby? Mommy doesn’t know it, but Daddy and my handsome boy need our time, don’t we? You can play with Mommy in a minute. First, I need to teach you a few things.” Rio cooed and you moaned and your head fell back into the pillow harder as Rio added a second finger and curled into your G-spot. 

Agatha got on the bed now, ignoring her box of goodies, to come behind Rio and grab her by the throat. She squeezed and yanked her off of your body. 

The two of them locked eyes.

“Daddy, you can behave, or you can listen from the floor with a blindfold on. Your choice?” Agatha was so fucking sexy when she was in control. 

Rio was a bit of a brat, to say the least, so you watched as she tried to decide what she wanted. Agatha helped speed the process along, though, seeming to have her own agenda for the night. She hadn’t gotten to cum in too long, and it seemed her need to have her wives outweighed the fun of foreplay. 

So she reached out with her nice nails and pinched the tip of her fingernail into one of Rio’s nipples who yelped but arched into the touch, loving the bite of pain. 

“Choose quickly, we do have all night. But I’d like to know if I’m putting you in your place first.” Agatha told your wife, who looked and you and nodded defeated to Mommy. Not wanting to be punished, wanting to fuck you too much. 

“I get to touch my sweet boy first.” Agatha said and your body was splayed on the bed for her. 

Your cock had only taken three business days to come.

 God and Adam would have had an opinion on this.  

Yet in a little box on your porch, you found it, and as you looked over your shoulder - absurdly shy. Hoping none of your neighbors could magically see through the box. You wondered if FedEx knew they had given you the proverbial rib for your new life. 

You threw the package into your backpack and practically ran to the bar. A date spot previously picked out for tonight. 

You’d known that Rio would be there first, and she clocked you just as you walked in. 

Your eyes met like sonar in the thick bar atmosphere. You self-consciously tugged the backpack strap closer to your collarbone. 

You attempted to wear something a little nicer this morning as you got dressed for work. It was a simple white button-down and black jeans. Rio had bought your shoes. These were black Oxfords. But it had a print on the sides of tiger lilies. 

Your watch was Agatha’s grandfather's; she’d taken it to a horologist to get the gears fixed up for you. You wore it religiously now - almost superstitious to go out without it. 

At one point this week, Rio had thought it would be fun to try dyes in your hair, and you were all too happy to have your wives play with you. So when she took out the blue spray and got your hair looking this new aquamarine, you couldn’t help but grin. 

Your social circles were slowly learning a new language to talk to you with. And while there were bumps and some stumbling. Your home was full of love and gentleness, and your new gender expression didn’t stop that. 

If anything, it almost opened a new sense of intimacy. 

A way for Agatha and Rio to take care of you, to dote on you, to connect with a raw, untouched garden in your mind. 

The three of you were planting flowers together, little by little. Until your mind wasn’t such a dark place. Thorns cut away long ago, and only the buzz of honeybees remains.

Your dress shoes click a little on the hardwood as you make your way over to Rio, who has already ordered you a drink and you lean in to kiss her cheek. 

But Rio doesn’t approve of quick kisses, as her fingers find the back of your neck and pull you into a PDA packed kiss. Not for the other patrons, but herself. 

Your head gets dizzy as Rio leans back and bites her lip, looking you up and down. 

“Chico bonito, you aren’t wearing it?” Rio’s hand slides down your stomach and lingers on your black belt. Your dress shirt is tucked in and you try to cough away the moan that threatens to escape as Rio’s slender but strong fingers were hot on you, teasing at the top of your belt buckle. Letting her pointer finger dip under the fabric just enough to have your ears turn dark red. 

The bartender came over and you turned your head, but Rio couldn’t care less. 

She doesn’t have eyes for the bartender; her prize lives in your pants. 

Rio didn’t move her hand away, and you watched as the hipster bartenders gaze went from you to your wifes hand threatening to slide into your pants. 

You blush from your hot-tipped ears down to your toes now. 

“Uh..uh.” You fumble dumbly only for him to smirk at you, a knowing smirk. Like you were just another guy getting a handjob.  And walk away to the next patron. 

Maybe this is what it’s like to get a bro nod. Huh, what strange gentlemen’s territory you’ve entered. 

“Rio, we’re in public.” You grumble, not sure how to deny your wife even now. 

Rio’s lipstick kiss hits just under your jaw once, then twice, a smil pressed against your skin. 

“Why so shy guapo?” Rio flirts with you and you’re sure your skin must be on fire from how hard your blush is. 

“There's other people here…” You remind her as Rio’s hand moves down to your crotch and she cups your cunt. 

“I don’t see anyone else.” Rio’s hand rubs back and forth, letting the material press against your pussy. 

“Aggie’s gonna be so mad-” You start but Rio’s already grabbing you by your belt and walking off towards the bathroom. 

They’re two gendered bathrooms and you get slightly nervous but it seems Daddy has you by crotch and you are being dragged like a naughty thing. 

Rio’s wearing her leather jacket, that one she’d wrapped around your shoulders when you’d gotten too drunk on your birthday. The smell of it makes you feel safe instantly. 

Your heart is beating so fast in your chest. You think you might explode. 

Before Rio rips the door of the bathroom open and you are yanked inside, the stall at the end is the biggest but it’s locked so she pulls open the smaller stall. 

You almost fall as she manhandles you into the space, twisting around she locks it.

It would be awkward in the tiny stall. But Rio’s movements are skilled, she has no room for questions. 

Your wife lifts your backpack off and drops it to the floor with a thud louder than you’d like. 

You eye it on the floor like you were cis and your penis just dropped. 

You bend down dumbly to reach for the bag - like a buddy or a fallen soldier. 

But Rio’s faster, her hand flat against your chest, thrusts you back to the door. 

“Stay.”

“Rio!” You whine, somewhere in your gut there’s a twist of embarrassment. 

You hadn’t opened it at home, what if it was wrong or made you feel weird. Now you were going to have to have all these strange feelings in front of your wife. 

Rio expertly locates the dick, pops open the carboard and smiles big - mischivioulsy even. 

You hold your breath. 

The joke ‘what’s in the box’ from the movie ‘Seven’ would be good here. But you don’t have the goofy mood. So you just stand frozen, a young guy with a clip on tie at his first school dance. 

A butch with their first fade haircut. 

A queer baby just waiting to fit.  

Your toes curled anxiously in your shoes and you waited. 

Rio looked up at you with nothing but love. 

“Oh baby, you are gonna look so good.” Rio’s tone was thick like the whiskey she’d make you taste when you went to visit her family. 

You open your mouth, wanting to tell her she’s wrong, wanting to have her put it back in the box. 

Your anxiety is too much, too big in this space. 

You put both hands over your eyes, you want to disappear now. 

How could you make this all go away now. 

“Shhhh No tengas miedo, dulce niño.” Rio whispered low in the bathroom. Noises of people coming in and putting on makeup, kissing, living their lives all washed away.

Your wife pushed her body against your own and the breath you were holding left your body. 

Rio was at your height but her heels made you feel like a tiny king now. 

She kissed the knuckles that shielded your eyes. Your trusted love didn’t give you an out though. 

Even though you’d had twelve years of marriage, twelve years of trust, of still asking consent. 

Rio wouldn’t let you hide, so when her kisses didn’t do the trick (which was never an issue).

Her hands easily moved to your belt, causing your hips to jerk at her strong hold. 

You heard the metal clicking, then your button, the zipper. 

You can’t watch, can’t imagine the dysphoria after waiting for something made of silicone.

Rio makes a kiss to bless your new member.

Your ring finger and middle split just enough for you to peak out. Rio smirks, catching you peaking.

But you quickly hide again, this time a small smile playing on your own lips. 

“It’s only right that Daddy gets to introduce you two,” Rio tells you and you gulp. 

Rio’s free hand grabs at your throat, you moan and tilt your head back. Her thumb traces your tiny adams apple. 

“You should know after all this time, there’s no part of you that I don’t own.” Rio’s tone holds no room for debate. As she slips the toy into your boxer briefs. 

You hiss at the coolness, and Rio makes an empathetic noise in the back of her throat. 

There’s movement, and you feel her pull the silicone shaft through the brief holes front.

You aren’t sure what’s happening until the movement begins. 

Back and forth, slow at first, the base of the silicone against your pubes is different. 

But that feeling… her hand. 

“Open your eyes big boy, look at what I’m doing to you.” Rio’s voice is commanding, just like Aggie's is. 

You gasp when her other hand squeezes your throat harder.

You drop both your hands and moan, guttural and loud in this public bathroom. Letting everyone know you two weren’t in here to write on the walls. 

Rio’s face is close to yours, you see the flecks of gold in her iris, but just - she’s mere centimeters away from kissing you again. 

You quiver at the way she’s gazing at you, like you were her last meal. 

You move your lips to chase her own, but she backs up, holding your throat in a more commanding way. 

Causing you to grind your teeth in sexual frustration. 

“Watch Daddy, I’ll teach you baby boy.” Rio tells you and she slowly spits, letting it drip down. 

You follow the glistening spit until you see your silicone head. 

Both of you looking at your new cock, the way it’s perfectly sticking out of your underwear.

Rio is holding you from underneath, like you’ve always fit in her palm that way. 

You see the moisture pool from the top of your tip down to her strong hand.

Then she makes a show of stroking your cock, just like you would a real one…In that moment you inhale sharply, Rio watches you carefully. 

Seeing how you’re completely enraptured by this new image.  

“Daddy’s boy, you look so pretty. You like it baby, fuck Daddy likes it.” Rio doesn’t whisper now, and you don’t even notice a wolfwhistle from behind the stall. 

Your hips lift as Rio pulls your cock towards her. 

“Look at my naughty boy chasing your own orgasm. Is that what you need? Need Daddy to make it all better?” Rio’s so turned on, she’s desperate for you to say something, anything. 

Because her intentions had been to fit you in this and sit back down, Agatha would be here anymoment. 

But seeing your shaft in her hand, fuck. 

Rio was ready to get on her knees in this dirty bathroom and suck you like it would be her last meal. 

Rio pumped her hand a little faster and you could feel the base of the silicone brush against your clit, once, twice, oh fuck right there. 

It was the smallest of sensations, yet your clit was desperate for it, your cunt pulsating with ever stroke of Rio’s hand against your shaft. 

“Daddy-” You gasp, in that high pitch way that Rio knows to mean your going to lose this battle. 

Rio’s biting her own lip now, smearing her lipstick because she just can’t believe your about to cum from this - damn she’s about to cum from this. 

“You know your cocks all mine? You don’t get to cum without asking, you know better baby boy.” Rio can’t take it anymore and she kisses you with the intensity that shakes the whole stall. 

Your knees are bending as your hips thrust up, your dry humping Rio’s thigh as your toy is still in her hand. Like some kind of chastity belt, she holds on to the toy like it’s a direct like to your pleasure. 

And fuck, you weren’t sure the thing wasn’t enchanted because you give a high-pitched whining noise as Rio swallows each bit of you. 

Not about to waste a drop of your orgasm for the people outside the stall. 

You grapple with the leather on Rio’s shoulders; you're pretty sure you’ve ruined the boxers. 

As well as smeared some cum up your wifes own pants. 

By the time she stops kissing you you’re almost hyperventilating from the intensity of it all. Rio’s looking at you with wonder. 

Then she moves her hand from your shaft down the bottom of your cotton boxer briefs to feel all that wetness. 

The soiled boxers make her moan and shiver as she’s about to drop to her knees when a very loud knock hits the back of your stall. 

“Rio, I swear to god if you’re in there with my boy - before dinner - on fucking date night!” Agatha yells, and the bathroom voyeurs scatter like rats.  

Rio bites her bottom lip and rests her forehead against yours. 

You don’t make a sound for a solid ten seconds. 

“GET THE FUCK OUT HERE! IF YOU WANNA SLEEP IN BED TIME YOU’LL OPEN THIS STALL.”

Rio starts cursing in spanish and you maneuver your pants back up and start buckling, but your guilty wife is already opening the stall to see Agatha still in her work clothes. 

Rio grabs your wrist to look at the watch. 

“I think our table is ready,” she tries to play it off as if you don’t have a handprint around your neck and a dazed post orgasm haze about you. 

Your short blue hair is all messed up, pomade be damned, you practically had road head. 

Agatha’s glare is terrifying, but your pussy is raw from humping, and as you try to buckle your belt your hands shake. 

Rio’s grabbing your backpack and walking out like it was no big deal.

The bathroom door opened, and Agatha doesn’t turn to look before she yells. 

“PISS IN THE ALLEY BITCH.” 

Making the poor patrons run away, your wives had a certain commanding tone about them that could scare a biker into a quivering mess. 

You don’t get the heat though, as the youngest, you always were treated like a horndog who was easily fucked with. 

“Hey, guess what came in the mail!” Rio brought up like she wasn’t ready to suck your new toy like a lollipop in a bathroom stall.

“Get the car.”

“You aren’t hungry babe?” Rio tried, but the lipstick was gone from her bottom lip and smeared on her top. Most of it was located under your jaw and around your lips now. 

You two looked like you were caught behind the bleachers. 

“I am, and I’m going to enjoy my meal. Now go get the car, because tonight's punishment is going to make the 4th of July look like foreplay.” Aggie growled and now Rio’s cockiness is taken down big time. 

“Aggie-” She tries but your older wife is shaking her head, then pointing to the door. 

Rio’s shoulders sag, she hesitates looking at you, wanting to give aftercare to such an emotionally charged moment. 

“NOW!” Agatha shouts and Rio seems anxious, and so your older wife is walking over to you. She licks her thumb and starts to smear the lipstick off of your face and neck. “I’ve got my boy, go!”

Rio makes a frustrated noise but takes your bag and walks out of the bathroom. 

“Hi,” you smile now, scared that you're in trouble too. But Agatha leans forward and kisses you, low and slow. Like she’s been waiting all day for this kiss. 

You melt against her, and she’s cupping the back of your head. 

She does this now, loving the short hair, it’s so fuzzy against her fingers. 

You're released from the kiss with a wet noise before her hand reaches down to the mound in your pants. 

“Oh my love,” she laughs in evil delight. 

“No dinner?” You ask, as she wraps her fingers in yours and pulls you out of the bathroom much like how you entered it. 

“You’ll eat, oh don’t worry about that.” Agatha laughs and you two go out the back alley, you stop short, just as the dom had wanted. 

Your newly acquired dick pressing against her buttcheeks like it was coming home. 

You moan, just from the sensation, your hands fall to her hips and she grabs your fingers. 

You feel like you could cum again just from this grinding in the parking lot. 

The cold air hits your red cheeks, your hands hold your wife's hips with a new ache. 

Twelve years later you didn’t think it was possible to have new ways that you would explode for them. 

You try to back up, maybe it’s the embarrassment, or the headlights of the car coming around. 

But Agatha pushes her hair to the side and leans back into you.

You kiss the spot where her shirt droops, right on her shoulder, right next to her bra strap. 

The bra you can’t wait to take off of her, it was doing too much work, your hands and mouth would happily take over for the lacey bralet. 

“You want to behave for Mama now?” Agatha’s words were like warm hands down your spine. 

“Yes,” you whisper, your lips still pressing against her shoulder. 

“Yes, what baby?” She pushes, your submissive side sparking like fireworks. 

“Yes, Mommy,” you say as Rio parks in front of you both. She lingers her hand on the horn but doesn’t want to be in more trouble. 

“Get in the back,” She tells you, and you stumble towards the door to open it. 

Agatha laughs and rubs at her face in this coy kinda way, like she knows that she owns two dorks who are dripping for her. She lingers on your faces as you both are hungry for what only she can provide. 

Rio’s about to get out and get the passenger side door when Aggie holds the back door open so you can’t close it and climbs in the back seat with you.