Emmy’s vivid green eyes opened wide, and she almost literally leapt out of bed at the invitation.

“I would love that very much,” said my gorgeous naked wife as she wrapped her arms around me. “Very much.”

Emmy started the shower while I stripped out of my running clothes, but I wasn’t far behind in stepping into the spacious glass enclosure. I stopped for a moment just to admire the water cascading down Emmy’s onyx-black skin and pouring off her stunning little body. I would never tire of the sight- could never tire of it. Emmy took my breath away, just like she always did. So slender, so graceful, so lovely that it made me ache just to watch her like that.

“Are you going to join me?” Emmy asked, holding out her hand. I took it in mine, and she pulled me in, under the twin shower heads. Charlie, the designer, had wanted to install a giant rain head but I nixed that idea. As fashionable as those things might be, I hated them. In a compromise, we’d installed two traditional shower heads, one on each adjoining wall, so if you stood in the right spot you could get enveloped in the flow.

Shampooing Emmy’s hair, I asked, “How long are you going to let it grow?”

“I do not know yet. I have not had long hair since I was small. It will be a new experience. I talked with Angela, and she told me that it has taken her ten years to grow her hair so long. I do not think I will try to match her.”

“I can’t even imagine you with hair down to your waist,” I said, massaging her scalp. “Whatever you choose, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.”

Emmy leaned back against me, sighing with pleasure. “When I was a child I could never have imagined this life with you, Leah. You have made everything so perfect. Thank you. Thank you for being my queen.”

We stayed like that for a while, my arms wrapped around her slender body and her arms on top of mine. We luxuriated in the feel of the hot water cascading down on us as we held each other, communicating our love by simply being there with each other.

Returning to our original tasks, I finished bathing Emmy, then she took her turn to lather me up and rinse me off. It was a very nice way to spend the time, but eventually we did have to dry off and face the world.

“What would you like to do today?” Emmy asked as I toweled her off.

“It doesn’t matter much to me what we do,” I replied. “I just came here to spend time with you, that’s all.”

“And Angela,” Emmy said.

“And Angela,” I agreed.

“We should do something very New York,” Emmy said, thinking about it. “Perhaps a museum?”

“We could do that,” I replied.

“Do what?” Angela asked as she entered the bathroom. “Aww, did I miss the group shower?”

“We were discussing what to do today,” Emmy told Angela, leaning forward for a kiss, which Angela was happy to give, then follow up with a kiss for me.

“We haven’t done anything really touristy since we got here,” Angela said as she stripped out of her exercise wear. “I’ve always wanted to go to the top of the Empire State Building.”

“With the low clouds this morning there might not be much of a view,” I said.

“The Statue of Liberty, then.”

“I have an idea,” I said, enjoying the view of the two incredibly beautiful naked women. “We can go back into the bedroom and screw like rabbits all day long.”

“That could be fun.” Angela said from the shower enclosure.

“No, we must go out today. Angela and I have hardly gone out at all since we have been here. We will save the screwing like rabbits until tonight,” Emmy declared.

I will admit that I hardly heard her, since the glass walls of the shower provided an excellent view of Angela soaping herself up. Emmy saw where my eyes were directed and laughed in that musical way of hers.

“But first, we will watch Angela bathe.”

Angela must have heard, because she started to really put on a show for Emmy and me. Emmy leaned against me and I took her in my arms, and the two of us just watched in appreciative silence as Angela took her time, making sure we got the best angles as she lathered up her muscular, yet feminine physique.

Neither Emmy nor I said a word for the fifteen minutes Angela took to wash herself in a very sexy manner and then rinse herself off. Wordlessly we welcomed her with soft, fluffy towels fresh off the warming rack, and the two of us gently, but very thoroughly dried every inch of her superb body.

“This,” Angela sighed. “This is heaven.”

When Emmy and I finished our self-appointed task, Angela said, “I agree about tonight. We rabbit, but today, we have to go out.”

“I guess I’m outvoted than,” I said, making an exaggerated pout for comic effect. “In that case, I have an idea. Let me see if I can make arrangements.”

“How should we dress?” Emmy asked.

“You shouldn’t, for now. I want you naked as long as possible,” I replied.

“You remind me of an old song from the Eighties,” Emmy said with a laugh, as she began to sing.

“All you ever think about is sex,

all you ever think about is kissing me

all you ever think about is sex,

that’s alright with me,”

she sang, getting a laugh from Angela and me.

“Guilty as charged,” I said. “But I blame you guys. If the two of you weren’t so freaking hot, I might not sport such a lady boner all the time.”

“A lady boner?” Angela asked, puzzled, then, after a moment, I could see the light dawn. Laughing, Angela said, “I’ll have to remember that one.”

We made our way into the bedroom, where, true to my instructions, neither of the two bothered to put a stitch of clothing on while I hurriedly did some research on my phone. Calling the number I found, a quick conversation arranged everything.

“O.K.,” I said. “We have a reservation for two o’clock. That’s in an hour and a half, which means we should probably get dressed and have lunch on our way.”

“You never said what we should wear,” Angela pointed out.

“It might be cold, so wear layers. And Emmy, we might get some sun, so bring your dark glasses and a hat.”

“You have me very mystified,” Emmy said. “What are we going to do?”

“A boat tour of New York,” I announced. “We’ll go to the Statue Of Liberty, but also sail completely around Manhattan. It’s five hours all told, so we’ll grab dinner afterwards.”

“A nice dinner?” Emmy asked, pausing to contemplate what to wear.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” I admitted. “How about we just get something easy, and plan for a nice dinner tomorrow night? Want to hit up Per Se again?”

“That would be lovely,” Emmy said, choosing a silk camisole from the drawer.

The two dressed as I’d suggested, and soon enough we were enjoying a leisurely (thanks to traffic) ride in the big BMW sedan down to Tribeca. Wally dropped us off a block and a half away from the pier at a tiny little restaurant I’d found online.

Lunch was good enough to earn a ‘will return’ mark in my mental list of places to eat when in this part of town. Since the boat ride would take all afternoon and into the evening, I ordered some muffins and scones to take with us.

The boat itself was maybe a bit smaller than I’d expected, but plenty roomy for just the three of us, Captain Dave and Mate Jaquan.

In my email I’d said that Emmy was light-sensitive, and they’d promised to run the loop clockwise instead of the usual counterclockwise. This would maximize our time in the shade of Manhattan’s tall buildings, but unfortunately we’d miss the setting sun reflecting off the skyline in the normal tour.

First off, we headed south to Ellis Island and Lady Liberty. Captain Dave kept up a running description of the sights we were passing, and was amazingly able to answer any questions we might have had on anything we saw.

“I grew up sailing these waters,” he explained. “I’ve always been fascinated in the history of the region, especially as it relates to its relationship with the ocean and the Hudson river.”

We didn’t actually set ashore at Ellis Island or Liberty Island, just motored close enough for excellent views. Captain Dave explained the history of Ellis Island, telling us his great grandparents came to the US at that very place. At Liberty Island, he explained how the statue had been a gift from France, and said there was a replica on an island in the Seine.

“There are more than just that one in Paris,” Emmy told him. “There is one in the Musée D’Orsay, two in the Musée Des Arts-et-Metiers and another in the Jardin De Luxembourg, in addition to the largest one on the Île aux Cygnes on the Seine,” she said. “None of them are nearly this large, though.”

“It’s true,” Captain Dave said. “You do learn something new every day.”

After Liberty Island, we turned around and headed up the Hudson River on the west side of Manhattan. Out of the sun, with the wind coming off the water, it got cooler almost immediately. It didn’t seem to bother Emmy, but Angela put on her coat and her adorable beanie, making her look even younger than she usually did.

I snapped a couple of pictures of Emmy and Angela huddled together under a blanket Mate Jaquan had provided, sharing a blueberry scone, Hoboken’s waterfront in the distance behind them.

I don’t know what it is about the Hudson River, but it seems it brings out the sentimental in me or something. When Emmy and I had gone to Fort Tryon Park, I’d felt so in love with her I couldn’t even express it. This time, seeing Emmy and Angela huddled together and smiling, the same feelings washed over me. They were both so beautiful, so loving, so completely perfect, I felt as if my heart would burst with love for both of them.

Emmy and Angela had worried that I’d be jealous of the two of them being together, but just the opposite was true. I wanted both of them to be as happy as possible, and they each made the other light up in a way that I couldn’t do for them. My relationship with Angela was different than Emmy’s was, and of course, my relationship with Emmy was different than with Angela. Angela had said it the night before, and it was true. We each had our own, unique traits to bring to this relationship, and having Angela as a lover didn’t subtract- it added to the depth of my feelings for Emmy.

As fascinating as the tour was overall, a lot of it wasn’t pretty or all that interesting. Captain Dave did a good job of relating the history of even the less-attractive sections of waterfront, even if it was things like, “This park was reclaimed from an illegal dumping site,” or “This is one of two repair and retrofit yards for the entire subway system.”

As informative and interesting as the tour was, all three of us were happy to finally get off the boat when we got back to the berth. As a thanks, I slipped both guys a C Note each as I stepped onto the concrete pier. I was pretty sure Captain Dave owned the boat and the tour company, but he’d given us excellent service, so he deserved to make good money for his efforts.

The sun had set half an hour earlier and the air had gotten a little bit chilly, so the pier was almost empty of tourists. Somehow it made it seem as if the three of us had our own little world all to ourselves, so I took the two in my arms and hugged them tight. We’d all been good about PDAs on the boat, but I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to kiss them both, and it seemed they felt the same way.

“Thank you for the boat tour, Leah,” Emmy said when she could catch her breath again. “I enjoyed it very much.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Angela said. “It was cold, but so much fun!”

“Are you guys hungry?” I asked as we walked to where Wally waited.

Making a sort of apologetic face, Angela said, “I just want to go home and relax, if that’s O.K.”

“I think that sounds good,” Emmy agreed, and I had no problem giving in. Spending an intimate evening with two women I loved? Sign me up!

Mulling over how it made me feel to hear Angela refer to our townhouse as ‘home’, and how I’d begun to think of it that way as well, I asked Wally if he knew whether the others were at the house.

“Yes, but I’m scheduled to take them down to Chelsea as soon as we get back. They’re going to the comedy club for the evening.”

“Nice!” Angela said. “Mia was planning on going dancing tonight, too, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“Maybe we should pick up some take-out, so we don’t have to cook dinner,” I suggested.

“The Mediterranean place around the corner is good,” Angela said. “They have a lot of light choices, too.”

“That sounds perfect,” Emmy said from the front seat.

“I’ll call it in,” Angela volunteered. “What do you guys want. Wally, you want anything?”

“No, thank you, Miss Angela,” Wally replied. “I’m heading home after I drop the others off.”

Our order was waiting when Angela zipped in to grab it, so within moments we were back at the house.

Jen, Lee and Jackson jumped into the car as we climbed out, a quick, “Have a great night!” and they were off, leaving us alone in peace and quiet.

We took our dinner to the sunroom, sitting at the little cafe table there and enjoying the twilight views across the river as we ate.

“I had a lovely day today, Leah. Thank you for taking us on the river tour,” Emmy said.

“I learned so much!” Angela agreed. “And New York is so big! Even just going around Manhattan took us five hours. It’s crazy!”

“I’m glad you guys enjoyed it,” I said. “The first time I came to New York with the team, we went on a shorter boat tour and I was really impressed. This tour was much better, though- and a lot longer.”

“I enjoyed getting to see the city from a different view than usual,” Emmy said. “And hearing the history! I did not know any of that,” Emmy admitted.

“Heck, I’m an American born and bred, and I didn’t know most of it,” I confessed.

Once we’d cleaned up after dinner, by some unspoken agreement we found ourselves back in the parlor, where Angela once again got the fire going. I found myself in the wet bar, pouring Emmy a glass of Chablis and mixing drinks for Angela and myself.

As I set the drinks down on the coffee table, I wondered where Angela had gone off to. Just as Emmy and I had made ourselves comfortable on the couch, Angela came back with one of the big, soft comforters for our bed wrapped around her like some sort of oversized robe.

“I have an idea,” she announced. “Could you two please move that over there?” she asked, tilting her head to the coffee table. Emmy and I did as she asked, and once the space in front of the fire was cleared, Angela shook the comforter out and laid it down on the floor as a sort of giant picnic blanket.

Of course, I had a hard time paying attention to what Angela was doing with the blanket, since she was completely nude.

Once she was satisfied with the arrangements, Angela lay down on her tummy, facing the fire. Of course, this gave us on the couch a perfect view of her perfect butt, as she’d no doubt intended.

Emmy and I sat there for a little while, sipping our drinks and admiring the scenery. Finally, I broke the silence with two little words. “Damned fine,” I said.

Angela looked over her shoulder at the two of us and smiled. “I liked it this morning when you two watched me in the shower,” she said arching her back to lift her butt higher off the comforter. She rolled to one hip, drawing her knee up a bit, making sure we could clearly see her pink parts.

I glanced over at Emmy, seeing her chewing on her lower lip, eyes intent on Angela’s nude body. She was completely rapt, focused on what literally lay before her. She’d forgotten all about the glass of wine in her hand, which was slowly drooping, ignored.

I reached over and took the glass from Emmy’s unresisting fingers, startling her. She gave me a sheepish look, so I leaned in and kissed her.

“It’s O.K.,” I whispered. “I feel the same way. Angela wants us, wants to be loved by us. Don’t feel guilty about it.”

Smiling uncertainly, Emmy whispered back, “I know you are right, but I still feel a bit… unfaithful to you.”

“Don’t, babe. Don’t even think that way. Here,” I said, giving Emmy a nudge. “I want to watch you two for a little bit. Go to her.”

At Emmy’s unsure look, I nodded and kissed her again. “Make love to Angela. Show her that you love her. I’ll join you two in a little bit.”

Emmy got undressed while I turned off all the lights, leaving the fireplace as the sole source of illumination. Once I was done, I sat back down on the couch to watch the two women I loved, love each other.