"After my wife's passing, I've been lost. But now, my daughter May, newly eighteen, has taken control. She demands my submission, awakening desires I never knew I had.

Chapter 4: Climax

I wake up with the morning sun illuminating my room, the smell of sex emanating from my bed bringing a smile to my face as i remember last night and how sexy Elizabeth looked last night as she came, sandwiched between me and May.

I stretch, my muscles protesting slightly, a reminder of the intensity of our encounter. Its still so early I doubt May or Liz are awake yet, they probably were up half the night chatting. I picture the two of them on the bed with each other naked and making out but shake my head to clear the image.

Picking up the discarded clothes from yesterday I toss them into my hamper and bring it down the hall to bring downstairs, I see Mays bedroom door open and decide to take her laundry hamper down also and check on the girls while I'm there.

from outside the door I softly ask "Are you up yet girls?" when I don't hear a response I peek inside and see both of them asleep, tangled in each other's limbs, the sheets kicked off to the side, their naked bodies pressed together. I stand there for a moment, taking in the sight of them, their faces peaceful in sleep, their breaths slow and steady. I can't help but smile, a warmth spreading through me at the sight of them together. I quietly collect May's hamper and bring it down to the laundry room along with mine sorting out clothes and putting a load of wash in.

Sitting in the still room makes me reflect back on the last two days and what I have been doing, Is it really alright to fuck someone less then half my age, What would Alice say about it, Its been only a few weeks and I'm already moving on? "Alice, I wish you were here, I miss you so much." I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible as I sit alone in the laundry room, the hum of the washing machine filling the silence. I run my hands through my salt-and-pepper hair, sighing heavily as I grapple with the guilt that's been gnawing at me since last night.

I've never been one to jump into relationships, especially not after losing Alice. Our love was something special, a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing.

Or so I thought. Now, I'm left wondering if I'm betraying her memory by moving on so quickly. But as I sit here, surrounded by the remnants of last night's passion, I can't deny the connection I feel with Liz and May. It's different from what Alice and I had, but no less powerful.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation I need to have with May. I can't keep sleeping with her best friend without addressing the elephant in the room. What about what I've done with May, I may not have cum inside her but i have had my cock inside her more then once. My own daughter, she may be a legal adult but just barely . I'm still her father, I'm supposed to protect her not fuck her. I'm supposed to be setting a better example. I'm supposed to be guiding her, not corrupting her. I'm supposed to be teaching her about love and respect, not introducing her to the dark side of my desires. I'm supposed to be helping her grow into a strong, independent woman, not using her to fill the void left by Alice's passing. I'm supposed to be her father, not her lover. I'm supposed to be her rock, her safe haven, not her dirty little secret. "I'm a shit dad." I say as I think about how I wasn't there for May since Alice died, letting myself shutdown and leaving her to deal with her loss by herself.

I need to be a better father to her, not just physically present but emotionally available. I need to show her that she can rely on me, that she doesn't have to carry her burdens alone. I need to be the father she deserves, not the shell of a man I've become since Alice passed."

I hear footsteps approaching the laundry room, and I quickly wipe away the tears that have started to form in my eyes. May enters, her hair disheveled, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She's wrapped a robe around herself, but it does little to hide the curves beneath.

Her eyes scan the room, landing on me, and she offers a small smile. "Morning, Dad," she says, her voice still groggy from sleep.

"Morning, May," I reply, clearing my throat to hide the emotion that's still lingering there. "How did you sleep?"

Her smile widens, and she leans against the doorframe, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Like the dead," she admits. "Liz and I stayed up talking for a while, but eventually, we both passed out."

I nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"That's good to hear," I say, my voice soft. "I'm glad you two are getting along so well."

May pushes off from the doorframe, padding over to where I'm sitting on the washing machine. She hops up next to me, her robe riding up to reveal a generous amount of thigh. I try not to stare, but it's difficult when she's so close, her scent still lingering from last night.

"So, Dad," she begins, her voice casual, "I've been thinking."

I raise an eyebrow, turning to face her.

"Oh yeah? About what?"

May shrugs, her eyes meeting mine. "About us. About you and Liz."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it. The conversation I've been dreading. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come.

"What about us, May?" I ask, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

May looks down at her hands, twisting the fabric of her robe nervously. "I know what we've been doing is...unconventional. And I know it might seem wrong to some people.

But I want you to know that I support you, Dad. I support whatever it is that you and Liz have going on."

I blink, taken aback by her words. I had expected judgment, maybe even anger, but certainly not acceptance. "You...you do?" I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

May nods, her eyes filled with sincerity. "Yeah, I do. I can see how much it means to both of you. Liz is ecstatic, you were her first crush and she has avoided many bad dates just by comparing them to how you would treat her. How you would treat Mom." May paused, her eyes searching mine. "And I can see how much you care for her, Dad. It's not just physical for you, is it?"

I shook my head, my voice thick with emotion. "No, it's not. I...I care about her, May. More than I thought possible after losing your mother. Its too soon though,"

May reached out, placing her hand on mine. "I know, Dad. And that's okay. Mom wouldn't want you to be alone forever. She loved you too much for that."

I felt a lump form in my throat, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry i wasn't there when you needed me May.

I should have been there for you after your mom died, instead of shutting down and leaving you to deal with everything alone."

May squeezed my hand, her eyes softening. "It's okay, Dad. We all handle grief differently. You were hurting too. I understand that."

I took a deep breath, grateful for her understanding. "Still, I should have been there for you. And I promise to be a better father moving forward. No more shutting down, no more pushing you away."

May smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'd like that, Dad.

More than you know," May replied, her voice filled with emotion. She leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of our conversation hanging heavily between us.

Eventually, May lifted her head, her expression turning thoughtful. "So, what are you going to do about Liz?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know, May. I care about her, a lot. But I'm worried about rushing into something. I don't want to hurt her, or you. You two clearly have something going on between you, not to mention I am way too old for her." I said, my voice filled with concern.

May chuckled, lifting her head from my shoulder. "Dad, it's not like you're robbing the cradle. Liz is a grown woman, she knows what she wants. And right now, she wants you."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by May's matter-of-fact tone. "She told you that?"

May nodded. "She did. She's been crushing on you for years, and its not like she just wants you for your body, she cares about you. She was obsessed with coming over to help get you out of your funk.

She wanted to see you happy again, and she thought that maybe, just maybe, she could be the one to make that happen."

I let out a low whistle, leaning back against the washing machine. "Well, that's...intense. I had no idea."

May shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "She's always been pretty straightforward about her feelings. It's one of the things I admire about her."

I nodded, my mind racing as I tried to process this new information. I had always known that Liz had a crush on me, but I hadn't realized it was this serious.

The thought of her pining for me all these years sent a warmth spreading through me, a mix of flattery and guilt. Flattery because, well, who wouldn't want to be desired like that? And guilt because I had been so wrapped up in my own grief that I hadn't even noticed.

May seemed to read my thoughts, her expression turning serious. "Don't feel guilty, Dad. You were hurting. We both were. And Liz understands that. She just wants you to be happy." "I know, May. I just don't want to hurt her.

Or you, for that matter." I added, looking at May with concern. "I don't want to mess up our relationship, or yours with Liz."

May reached out and placed her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze. "Dad, I appreciate your concern, but you're not going to mess anything up. Liz and I talked about this before anything happened. We both agreed that as long as everyone is honest and communicates openly, we can navigate this situation together."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You two discussed this? When?"

May shrugged. "We've been talking about it for a while now. Its not like we planned for this or anything but for years we have talked about her crush on you along with... other things. for the last few weeks she has been my rock helping keep me sane and on my feet." "And I want you to be happy, Dad. If Liz makes you happy, then I support that."

I took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "Thank you, May. That means a lot to me." I pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her relax into me. "I promise to be honest with you, and with Liz. I won't let either of you down."

May nodded, her voice muffled against my chest. "I know you won't, Dad.

That's not who you are," May murmured, pulling back from our embrace. Her eyes searched mine, filled with a warmth that made my heart ache. "I care about her, deeply. But I'm scared. Scared of rushing into something, scared of hurting her, scared of losing her. And I'm scared of what people will think, what they'll say."

May nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad.

You're worried about what people might think, what they might say. But you know what? Fuck 'em. This is your life, your happiness. You deserve to be happy, and if Liz makes you happy, then screw anyone who has a problem with it."

I smiled at May's fierce defense, her words echoing Alice's own fiery spirit. "You sound like your mother," I said, my voice soft.

May grinned, her eyes sparkling. "I'll take that as a compliment. She was one badass lady."

I laughed, the sound foreign yet welcome in my throat. "you are right about that May." i say with a smile. "Dad would it be ok if I wore some of her clothes?" May asked, breaking me out of my reverie. "I mean, if you're okay with it. I just thought it might be nice to have a piece of her with me, you know?"

I looked at May, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and sadness. I knew exactly what she meant. There were times when I wished I could still smell Alice's perfume on her pillow, or find a stray piece of her clothing in the laundry. Anything to keep her memory alive, to keep her close.

"I think she would have liked that," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

"Your mother always loved seeing you in her things. It made her happy."

May's face lit up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Really? You think so?"

I nodded, smiling at the memory. "She used to say that you had her style, her flair. That you were her mini-me."

May laughed, a sound that was music to my ears. "I remember her saying that. I used to love when she would let me wear her heels and lipstick."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yes, I remember those days.

You two were inseparable," I said, my voice filled with fondness. "And I think she would be honored to know that you want to keep her memory alive in that way."

May beamed at me, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Dad.

I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. It's the truth. Your mother loved you more than anything, and she would want you to be happy."

May leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

When she opened them again, her gaze was filled with a determination that made my heart skip a beat. "I want to make you happy too, Dad. Like Liz does."

I blinked, taken aback by her words. "May, what are you saying?"

She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm saying that I want to be a part of this, with you and Liz. I want to help make you happy, like she does."

I stared at her, speechless. I had never considered the possibility of May wanting to be involved in this way.

I had always seen her as my daughter, my little girl, not as a sexual partner. But as I looked at her now, her eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own, I couldn't deny the spark of desire that ignited within me.

"May, I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, my mind racing. "This is...this is unexpected."

May reached out, placing her hand on my knee. "I know it is, Dad. And I don't expect you to just accept this right away. I just...I want you to consider it. Liz and I have talked about it since before we were together." May's voice was steady, her gaze unwavering. "We both agreed that if anything ever happened between you and her, I would be okay with it. As long as you were both honest with me, and with each other."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. This was all happening so fast, yet somehow, it felt right. I looked at May, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement, and I knew that I had to be honest with her.

"May, I...I, I'm sorry this is very new to me and is freaking me out, If it wasn't for you pulling me out of my funk I don't know how long it would have lasted, and You are a beautiful young woman and I cant say I haven't enjoyed what we did, but it feels like I'm corrupting my little girl, taking her innocence." May smirks at this, "Liz took my innocence four years ago, we filmed it if you want to see?" she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I choke on my saliva, coughing loudly. "What?!" I exclaim, shocked by her revelation.

May laughs, patting me on the back. "I'm kidding, Dad. Sort of. Liz and I have been experimenting with each other for a while now. We were each others first times, and She is my precious pet. It's how we discovered our mutual attraction to you."

I stare at her, dumbfounded. "How long have you and Liz been together, or been intimate or whatever you want to call it" I ask, trying to wrap my head around this new information.

May shrugs, her eyes twinkling with amusement at my discomfort. "Four years now. It started out as just fooling around, you know? But it evolved into something more. Something deeper. She has been my sub for two years now and my precious pet for most of that time, she is really cute with her tail in and little ears."

May giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches me struggle to process this new information. she reaches down and strokes my erection through my pants, "Hmmm what part has gotten this so hard I wonder?" May says in a low suggestive voice.

"Is it the thought of your daughter and her best friend together? Or is it the thought of me having a little fuck puppy?" May asks, her voice laced with a playful teasing. She leans in closer, her breath hot on my ear as she whispers, "Because I can be both, Daddy. I can be your little girl, and your little slut."

I groan, my cock twitching at her words. I can feel myself losing control, the line between father and lover blurring in my mind. I reach up, grabbing May by the waist and pulling her onto my lap, straddling me. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise, but she doesn't pull away. "I've been on the pill for a week now, so has Liz, it should be safe for us tomorrow to do it raw." May whispers in my ear, her voice sending shivers down my spine.

I groan, my cock throbbing at the thought of being inside her without a condom. "May, we shouldn't," I say, my voice strained. "I'm your father, and you're my daughter. This isn't right."

May pulls back, her eyes searching mine. "Is that what's bothering you, Dad? The fact that I'm your daughter? If it is, I'll remind you Liz called you daddy but she isn't your daughter."

May says, her voice softening as she sees the conflict in my eyes.

I look at her, my daughter, my little girl, and I realize that she's right. Liz calling me daddy is a kink, a role-play, not a reality. And May, she's a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions, her own choices. She's not the little girl I used to tuck into bed at night, she's a woman with her own desires, her own needs.

I take a deep breath, my mind made up. "Alright, May. Let's try this."

May smiles and kisses me. "Ill go make breakfast daddy, after that do you want me to collar you again?" May asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she hops off my lap and adjusts her robe.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Let's take things slow, May. One step at a time."

She pouts playfully, "Fine, but that means no collar until I offer again." She turns and starts walking towards the kitchen, her hips swaying gently. I watch her go, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Despite the gravity of our conversation, there's a lightness in my chest, a sense of relief that I didn't realize I was carrying.

As I follow her into the kitchen, I notice the changes she's made. The once-dusty counters are now clean and clear, the appliances gleaming under the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows. I feel satisfied about how good it looks after our hard work yesterday .

May hums a tune as she moves around the kitchen, her robe swaying with her movements. She's already put on a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air. I lean against the doorway, watching her as she works. She's so comfortable here, so at ease. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be making breakfast for me," I say, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Mom loved cooking for you that's why, I would have if she let me." May replies, her voice filled with nostalgia. "She always said that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach." She chuckles, shaking her head. "I guess some things never change."

I laugh, pushing off from the doorway and walking over to the coffee maker. "Well, I must say, you've inherited her talent. Whatever you're making smells amazing."

May beams at me, her eyes lighting up at the compliment. "Thanks, Dad. Would you mind going up to my room and seeing if Liz is awake yet? I have condoms in my night stand if you need them." May says with a wink.

I blush at the implication wondering why May is so well supplied with condoms and turn to go check on Liz . As I walk up the grand staircase, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. This is all happening so fast, and while I'm excited about the prospect of exploring this new dynamic with May and Liz, I can't shake the feeling that I'm stepping into uncharted territory.

I knock softly on May's bedroom door, pushing it open when I hear Liz's sleepy "Come in." The sight that greets me is enough to make my heart race and my cock twitch.

Liz is still in bed, her naked body tangled in the sheets, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow. She's facing away from me, her rear exposed to me making me remember how tight she felt around me and how good it felt cumming inside her without a condom.

I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Morning, Liz. May sent me up to check on you."

Liz stretches languidly, arching her back and causing the sheet to slip further down, revealing more of her smooth skin. "Mmm, good morning, Mr. Thompson," she purrs, rolling over to face me. Her eyes are still heavy with sleep, her lips curved into a lazy smile. "What time is it?"

"It's just past eight," I reply, my voice hoarse. I can feel my cock pressing against my jeans, eager to be inside her again. "Its too early, why do you and Mistress wake up so early." Liz groans, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Well, I woke up early and decided to do some laundry. I collected yours as well," I say, gesturing to the basket of clothes I brought with me. Liz's eyes widen slightly, her gaze flicking to the basket before returning to me. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Thompson. That was...thoughtful of you." She sits up, the sheet pooling around her waist, her breasts bare and tempting. I force myself to keep my eyes on her face, swallowing hard. "Would it be alright If I don't get dressed? I liked getting to be naked around your house when You and Mrs. Thompson were away." Liz's voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if she's testing the waters, gauging my reaction.

I pause, considering her words. The thought of Liz wandering around the house naked sends a thrill through me, but I also don't want her to feel uncomfortable or self-conscious. "Only if you're sure, Liz. I don't want you to feel awkward or...exposed."

Liz smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure, Mr. Thompson. In fact, I rather enjoy the feeling of being...exposed.

In fact, I rather enjoy the feeling of being exposed to you. It's...exciting." She bites her lower lip, her eyes never leaving mine. "But only if you're ok with it, of course."

I take a deep breath, my mind racing. This is all happening so fast, yet every word out of Liz's mouth feels right, feels natural. I nod slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "I'm comfortable with it, Liz. More than comfortable."

Liz's face lights up, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I promise I won't make a mess or cause any trouble." She throws back the covers, revealing her naked body in all its glory. My eyes are drawn to her like a magnet, taking in every curve, every dip, every freckle. She stands up, stretching languidly, her body arching like a cat's. "Breakfast will be ready soon." I turn to leave, but Liz's voice stops me in my tracks.

"Mr. Thompson?" she calls out, her voice soft yet commanding. I turn back to face her, raising an eyebrow in question. "Yes, Liz?" "Could you...could you please bring me my collar when you come back downstairs?" she asks, her eyes cast downwards in a show of submission. I hesitate for a moment, considering her request. The sight of her standing there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for my command, sends a surge of power coursing through me. I nod slowly, my voice cautious. "Of course, Liz. Ill bring it to Mistress for you." I say hoping that is the right way to go about this.

"Thank you Mr. Thompson." Lis gets out of bed and presses herself against me giving me a hug.

I appreciate it." She whispers in my ear. I can feel her nipples hardening against my chest, her breath hot on my neck. I clear my throat, trying to maintain my composure. "You're welcome, Liz. Now, let's get you fed. May's making breakfast." I turn to leave, but Liz's hand on my arm stops me. she says, her voice soft. I look down at her, raising an eyebrow in question. "Are you ok with what we did last night? It was everything I dreamed it would be." Liz's voice is soft, her eyes searching mine for any sign of regret or hesitation. I take a deep breath, considering my response carefully. I don't want to lie to her, but I also don't want to hurt her feelings. "It was...intense," I finally settle on, my voice measured. "In a good way, though. I just...I need some time to process it all, to wrap my head around it."

Liz nods, her expression understanding. "Of course, Mr. Thompson. I understand completely. I'm not looking to replace you late wife but I don't mind if you want to use my body when you want to. I'm here for you, whenever you need me." Liz's voice is soft, her eyes filled with a sincerity that makes my heart ache. I reach out, cupping her cheek in my hand, my thumb brushing gently against her skin. "Thank you, Liz. I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Now, let's get you some breakfast before May comes looking for us." I say, pulling back and giving her a small smile.

"And yes, I am okay with what happened last night. More than okay, actually. It was...eye-opening, in a way I didn't expect."

Liz's face breaks into a wide grin, her eyes shining with happiness. "I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Thompson. I was a little worried that you might regret it."

I shake my head, my smile growing wider. "No regrets, Liz. Just...a lot to think about. Im not used to any of this, Its a lot."

We make our way downstairs, stopping by my bedroom and collecting Liz's collar before we head downstairs, finding the breakfast table set and three cups of coffee made and waiting. Liz following closely behind me, her bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floors.

As we enter the dining room, May looks up from her seat at the head of the table, her eyes flicking between Liz and me. She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes lingering on Liz's naked form. "I see someone's feeling...ambitious today."

Liz blushes, her hands instinctively covering her breasts. "Good morning, Mistress," she mumbles, her eyes cast downwards in a show of submission. "Can you collar me before breakfast please?" Liz asks May, her voice soft and submissive. May smiles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she takes the collar from my hand. She stands up, walking over to Liz and slipping the leather band around her neck, buckling it securely.

"There you go, my precious pet," May coos, her fingers stroking the soft fur of the collar. Liz leans into her touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly. "Thank you, Mistress, I love you" she murmurs, her voice filled with gratitude.

May turns to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So, Dad, what do you think of Liz's new look?" she asks, gesturing to Liz's naked form. I raise an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "I think she looks...comfortable," I reply, my voice measured. May laughs, shaking her head. "Comfortable? Dad, she's naked. She looks...sexy as hell." May's voice is filled with admiration as she looks at Liz, her eyes roving over her body appreciatively. Liz blushes at May's words, her eyes cast downwards in a show of modesty.

"Thank you, Mistress," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. May smiles, her eyes softening as she reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind Liz's ear. "You don't have to thank me, precious. You look gorgeous, as always." She turns to me, her expression turning serious. "Dad, I want to talk to you about something. About us, about...this." She gestures between the three of us, her eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead.

Let's talk." I sit down at the table, gesturing for her to do the same. Liz follows suit, sitting down next to May, her eyes cast downwards in a show of deference.

May takes a sip of her coffee, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "First, I want to say that I know this is all...unconventional. Hell, it's downright taboo. But I also know that it feels right, at least for me. For us." She glances at Liz, who nods in agreement, her eyes meeting Mistress's.

"Liz and I have talked about this, a lot. We both care about you, deeply. And we both want to explore this...dynamic, together. With you." May's voice is steady, her gaze unwavering as she speaks. "I know it's unconventional, and I know it might make you uncomfortable at first. But I promise you, Dad, we'll take things slow. We'll communicate openly and honestly, and we'll respect your boundaries, always."

I take a deep breath, considering her words. This is all so new, so foreign to me. "I need time to get used to this I've never even considered anything like this before, not in my wildest dreams." But as I look at May, her eyes filled with hope and determination, and then at Liz, her gaze soft and submissive, I can't deny the spark of desire that ignites within me.

"I appreciate that, May. I truly do. And I want to be honest with you both. This is...unfamiliar territory for me. I've never been with anyone but your mother, and the idea of being with both of you, in this way..." I trail off, shaking my head as I search for the right words.

"It's just...it's a lot to take in. I never imagined that I'd be in this situation, with my daughter and her best friend, discussing a...a relationship like this."

May reaches out, placing her hand on top of mine. Her touch is warm, comforting. "I know, Dad. And I'm not expecting you to jump in headfirst. Like I said, we'll take this slow. We'll talk about it, explore it together."

I look at her, then at Liz, who's watching us with a soft, patient expression.

Let's take this slow. Let's talk, let's get to know each other in this...new context." "But I need you both to be honest with me. No secrets, no surprises. I need to know where I stand, what to expect."

May nods, her eyes serious. "Of course, Dad. Honesty is key in any relationship, and this one is no different. I promise you, I'll be open and honest with you, always."

Liz chimes in, her voice soft.

"And I promise the same, Mr. Thompson. I want this to work, for all of us. I want us to be happy, together."

I nod, grateful for their honesty and openness. "Alright, then. Let's start with breakfast. We can talk more after we eat."

May grins, standing up and heading to the kitchen island. "Sounds like a plan. Liz, could you help me bring the food to the table?"

Liz stands up, her collar jingling softly as she moves. "Of course, Mistress."

Liz responds, her voice soft and submissive. They return shortly, carrying plates piled high with pancakes, bacon, and fresh fruit. The sight of the food makes my stomach rumble, reminding me that I skipped dinner last night in my excitement to spend time with May and Liz.

As we dig into our breakfast, the conversation flows easily, the tension from earlier dissipating. We talk about everything and nothing - the weather, the latest movies, the upcoming holidays. It's strange, yet comforting, to be sitting here with my daughter and her best friend, discussing mundane topics as if this were a normal family breakfast.

Yet, beneath the surface, there's an undercurrent of tension, a spark of anticipation that hasn't quite dissipated. Every now and then, May or Liz will catch my eye, and I can see the heat in their gaze, the promise of what's to come.

After breakfast, May clears the dishes, shooing Liz and me away when we offer to help. "Go relax, you two. I've got this," she insists, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Liz and I exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between us.

I nod towards the living room, and she follows me, her bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor. We settle onto the plush couch, the cushions sinking beneath our weight. Liz sits close to me, her thigh pressed against mine, her body turned towards me. I can feel the heat radiating from her, can smell the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something sweet and exotic.

"So, Mr. Thompson," she begins, her voice soft and hesitant. "What do you think about...about all of this?" Liz asks, her eyes searching mine for any hint of uncertainty or regret. "I think...I think it's complicated," I finally settle on, my voice measured. "This whole situation is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's confusing, exciting, terrifying even. But it's also...intriguing. I can't deny that there's something appealing about the idea of exploring this dynamic with you and May." Liz nods, her expression thoughtful. "If i was conflicted like that i would go to May and talk to her about it. Maybe talking to Mistress could help, or you could talk to your best friend?" Liz suggests, her voice gentle. "I don't know, Liz. I don't want to upset May or make her feel like I'm not committed to this. But at the same time, I need to be honest with her, with both of you, about how I'm feeling. Maybe talking to someone else could be good. How comfortable would you be if i talked about the specifics with someone?"

Liz looks at me concerned "Id be ok if you told someone you trust about me, unless you are ashamed." She says her voice laced with worry.

"No, Liz, it's not that. I'm just...I'm not used to sharing these kinds of things. I've always been private, especially when it comes to my personal life. But I understand what you mean. Talking to someone might help me sort through my feelings." I reassure her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Liz nods, her expression relaxing. "I understand, Mr. Thompson. I just want you to be happy, and I want us to be happy together. Umm, I think I should tell you since we are trying to be honest about everything, I used to practice signing my name as Mrs. Thompson, your wife. I wanted to be a part of your life so badly, even if it was just in my imagination. I know it sounds silly, but it's true. I've had a crush on you for years, Mr. Thompson. Ever since I started dating May, really. I never acted on it, of course. I respected your marriage, and I cared about May too much to ever do anything to hurt her. But now, with you and Mrs. Thompson gone, and May opening up this...dynamic between us, I can't help but feel like maybe, just maybe, my fantasies aren't so far-fetched anymore.

I stare at Liz, taken aback by her confession. I never suspected that she harbored such feelings for me, not in a million years. Yet, as I look into her eyes, I can see the truth of her words written plainly. There's a vulnerability there, a raw honesty that makes my heart ache.

I reach out, taking her hand in mine. Her fingers are soft, her palm warm against my skin.

I give her hand a gentle squeeze, my thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. "Liz, I had no idea. I never suspected...not even for a moment."

She blushes, her eyes cast downwards. "I know. I was careful to hide it. I didn't want to make things awkward between us, or worse, hurt May. She's my best friend, and I care about her too much to ever do that."

I nod, understanding her sentiment all too well. "I appreciate that, Liz. And I'm flattered, truly.

To know that you've felt this way for so long, and yet you've never acted on it...it speaks volumes about your character, Liz. Your patience, your loyalty, your self-control. It's impressive, really." I give her hand another squeeze, my voice softening. "But I need you to understand something. This isn't a game to me. This isn't some fleeting fantasy or a casual fling. I lost my wife, my partner, my best friend. I'm not looking to replace her, and I'm certainly not looking to rush into anything. I need time, Liz.

Time to grieve, time to heal, time to figure out what I want, what I need. And I need you and May to be patient with me, to understand that this is all new and overwhelming. I can't promise you anything right now, except that I'm open to exploring this, to seeing where it goes. But I need you to be honest with me, always. If something feels wrong, or uncomfortable, or too much, I need you to tell me. Promise me that, Liz."

Liz looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and disappointment.

May comes in to the room, "Liz you know he's still healing, you know hes not looking for a new Mrs Thompson yet and if you push him you might lose your chance. Dad, I Texted Robert, you are going to meet him for lunch today, give you a chance to get out of the house and chat to a friend, I don't think you have seen him since the funeral." May says, interrupting our conversation.

I look at her, surprised. "Robert?" I ask, my brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yes, Robert, your best friend." May replies, her eyes hopeful.

I consider her words, weighing the pros and cons. On one hand, it would be nice to see Robert again, to catch up and reminisce about old times.

On the other hand, I'm not sure I'm ready to share the complexities of my current situation with anyone, not even my closest friend. But May's right; I haven't seen Robert since the funeral, and I owe him at least a conversation. I'll go. But I'm not promising to spill my guts about...everything," I say, casting a sideways glance at Liz, who's listening intently to our conversation. May smiles, her eyes softening. "I wouldn't expect you to, Dad. Just go, have fun, and talk to him.

You deserve a break, Dad." May's voice is gentle, encouraging. I stand up, giving Liz's hand a final squeeze before letting go. "I'll be back later, Liz. We can continue our conversation then, if you'd like." I say, giving her a small smile. Liz nods, her eyes meeting mine briefly before dropping downwards. "Okay, Mr. Thompson. I'll be here when you get back." Her voice is soft, almost melancholic. I turn to go upstairs and have a shower and get dressed to go out.

After I shower I finish getting ready, choosing a simple button-down shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I run a comb through my salt-and-pepper hair, taming the waves that seem to have a mind of their own lately. I take one last look in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance.

As I walk past May's room, I notice the door is slightly ajar. I can hear hushed voices coming from inside, and curiosity gets the better of me. I pause, listening.

"Mistress, are you sure about this? About pushing him like this?" Liz's voice is soft, hesitant. There's a note of concern in her tone that makes my heart ache.

"Liz, darling, I know what I'm doing. Trust me, this is what's best for all of us. Dad needs a push, something to jar him out of his grief.

Seeing Robert, talking to someone outside of this...situation, might help him gain some perspective."

"But what if he doesn't want to talk about it? What if he's not ready?" Liz's voice is filled with worry, her concern for me evident in every word.

"He'll talk when he's ready, Liz. And if he's not ready today, that's okay. We'll be here, waiting for him. But we can't force him to move on, to heal. He has to want it, has to be ready for it.

And if that means pushing him a little, well, so be it. I won't let him wallow in his grief forever, not when there's so much life left to live, so much pleasure left to experience." May's voice is firm, determined. I can picture her, standing tall and proud, her eyes blazing with conviction.

"But what if he pushes us away? What if he decides he doesn't want this, doesn't want us?" Liz's voice is barely above a whisper, her fear palpable.

"Then we'll deal with that when it happens, Liz.

But I refuse to believe that Dad will push us away, not when he's already shown us glimpses of what he wants, of what he needs. He's just...stuck, trapped in his grief. And we need to help him break free, even if it means giving him a little nudge." May's voice is filled with conviction, her faith in me unwavering.

There's a pause, and I can imagine Liz nodding, her expression thoughtful. "You're right, Mistress. I just...I care about him, about both of you. I want him so much, but id rather he be happy with someone else then miserable with me.

I just want him to be happy, even if it's not with me." Liz's voice is filled with a quiet resignation that makes my heart ache. May sighs, her voice softening. "Oh, Liz. Don't talk like that. We're in this together, remember? Whatever happens, we'll face it together. And I promise you, I won't let Dad push us away without a fight." May's voice is filled with determination, her resolve unwavering. "Now, go get dressed. You cant spend the whole day naked" May says to Liz, her voice playful. Liz giggles in response and I walk away before i get caught spying on my daughter and her friend.

I make my way to the laundry room and move the wash into the dryer. I head back upstairs calling up "May, I put the wash in the dryer, can you please empty it when its done?" May responds by skipping out of her room and coming down to meet me, pulling me into a fiery kiss. "Good boy, that's what I like to see. I'll make sure the laundry is taken out and folded for when you get back, Call when you are heading home ok?" May says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I nod, smiling at her enthusiasm. "Will do, May. See you later." I grab my keys and wallet, making my way to the garage. My car, a sleek black sedan, sits waiting, its polished exterior reflecting the dim light filtering in from the open door. I slide into the driver's seat, the leather creaking softly beneath me. As I pull out of the driveway, I can't help but steal a glance at the house, my eyes lingering on the window where I know May and Liz are watching me go.

I shake my head, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. These two women, my daughter and her best friend, have turned my world upside down in the best possible way.