“Sit down, pumpkin. Let me help you get those gawd-awful shoes off.”

Josiah smirked but let me lead him to the bed. Rich was right on board, stepping in to help guide him down while I knelt to pull off his shoes. They both sat on the side of the bed with Rich slowly untying our omega’s natty little bow tie while I pulled the first shoe off and sniffed the air. What was that smell? It wasn’t until the second came off and combined with the first that the malodorous fragrance made itself known.

Horrified, I tossed his shoe across the room like a smelly grenade, immediately following it with the other. I looked up at Josiah in horror, my eyes watering from the proximity I’d had to those... those... hell, I wasn’t even sure what to call them other than fugly funk factories.

Josiah giggled while Richard stared in perplexed confusion at the shoes that I’d thrown. I knew that he wanted to go retrieve them and put them away properly. Yet, he also had no desire to touch them or get anywhere near them. I felt bad for the guy, it was quite a pickle. No, scratch that. Pickles don’t reek as badly as those shoes do.

“What is your issue, Dusty? I mean, I suppose the heat and sweat brought out the old smells in there, but it’s not as bad as you’re acting like it is. That extra greasy smell is from when I was working at the bar. I was wearing those at work one night when I accidentally dumped a five-gallon jug of corn oil on myself while I was helping in the kitchen.” He shook his head with a grin at the memory. “I smelled like Fritos for a week.”

“That’s what the smell was! Musty corn chips,” Rich said with a grimace.

I grinned at the look on his face. “Frito stank. You’re never going to be able to eat those again, are you?”

Rich shook his head. “Like I would anyway! Have you read the ingredient lists of half the crap you eat, Dusty? Hydrogenated corn oil is not your friend, we’ve been over this.”

“As much as I fervently agree with that subject, can we get back to the undressing part of the evening?” Josiah asked with a whine. His dick pointing out at a jaunty angle through his suit pants. Fuck, I loved how horny pregnancy had made our little omega.

Josiah punctuated his whine by kicking off his socks. One of them landed on my shoulder, its wet sole touching the side of my neck and coating me with that musty Frito stench. Richard looked positively green as he lurched to his feet. He swallowed hard and pointed at the hamper before reaching for Josiah.

“I think the order of events has changed. Shower definitely is first on the list now. We can’t possibly dirty our boy up any more than he already is from those... shoes.” Richard scooped a giggling Josiah up into his arms and headed for the bathroom. “And I think we’re adding two on for the torture he put both of our noses through. Hmm... and one for accosting you with that disgusting sock?”

I laughed and tossed the offending socks into the hamper before joining them in the bathroom. Rich would roll his eyes later, but when I saw them standing in the middle of the bathroom kissing with their shirts undone and Rich’s large hand possessively cradling that belly? I stripped down there on the spot and left my clothes in a puddle right inside the door. I left them to it as I went and started the shower. I knew they’d be right behind me.

After a long shower, and a thorough foot washing, we finally made our way to the bed. Rich shared a knowing glance with me with before casually asking, “So that was seven now, right?”

Josiah stopped in his tracks a foot from the bed, his body practically vibrating with excitement as he nodded. “Yes, seven. That sounds right to me.”

“Hmm.” Rich’s eyes moved around as he considered the logistics. Finally, he nodded. “Both of you on the bed, Josiah in the center, on his side facing you while he sucks your cock in penance for the sweaty sock to the neck.”

I shared a grin with Josiah as we both scrambled to get into position. We both knew that when bossy Daddy Richard came to play, shit was about to get good. I sat on my knees facing Josiah, resting back on my heels while he went right to work caressing my balls and circling the tip of my cock with his silky tongue.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back on my hands while I enjoyed my moment when a loud SMACK! had my eyes popping open. Josiah moaned around his mouthful of cock while I calmly said, “One.”

Rich and I exchanged a grin. We were both enjoying this newly discovered kink that our boy loved so much. Rich massaged his ass for a minute, waiting until Josiah was distracted with sucking me again before two rapid-fire spanks sounded.

SMACK! SMACK!

Josiah sucked harder, his head bobbing up and down on my length while his deft fingers massaged my sac. I said as evenly as possible, “Two. Three.”

SMACK! SMACK!

I was having a hard time counting, let alone speaking coherently, but I gave it my best after seeing Richard’s expectant eyebrow lift.

“Four. Five.”

Richard nodded, and spread Josiah’s cheeks apart with both hands before burying his face in there. My balls tightened as I watched, recalling from memory just how good it felt to have Rich’s greedy tongue rimming my own hole, his neatly trimmed beard tickling as it grazed my sensitive skin down there. Oh, yeah. There was definitely a reason that Rich and I both wore beards.

I watched through hooded eyes as Rich’s head moved between Josiah’s cheeks, while the omega returned the pleasure by trying to suck my balls right through my cock. Fuck! I blinked and tried to push back the driving need to thrust into his throat and pour my seed down his gullet. Must be gentle. Must be gentle. Must be gentle.

I almost had myself backing away from explosion, when I heard the final two spanks.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Si-ix. S-s-sevel” I didn’t even get the word out before I was pulsing into Josiah’s mouth. I looked down to see him gazing up at me triumphantly while sucking down and swallowing every drop from me. Fuck, he was hot.

His eyes suddenly went wide, and his mouth opened in a gasp, letting a thin dribble of my cum slide from the corner of his mouth. I grinned knowingly at the glazed look in his eyes and let my eyes travel down to see Rich taking him from behind, hard and fast. He wasn’t normally aggressive with Josiah like he was with me, especially given this late stage of pregnancy, but we’d managed to ramp each other up to a new level tonight.

Easing my cock out of his mouth, I slid down to stretch out facing our omega. Wrapping my arms around him, I licked my cum from his chin then fed it back to him as I took his mouth for a kiss. Once I picked up on Rich’s rhythm, I tongued fucked his mouth at the same pace, making him writhe and moan like a little porn star.

Reaching down blindly to stroke his dick, I bumped against Rich’s hairy arm. I opened one eye to meet Rich’s gaze from behind Josiah as I joined my hand with his to jerk our man off together while Rich knotted him. Oh, there was no question in my mind that Rich was knotting right now. He only got sweaty during sex if he knotted, and Rich was glistening with sweat at this point.

Closing my eyes again, I focused on our kiss, gratefully sucking in every moan, whimper, and groan that Josiah made. It wasn’t long before Josiah was gushing over Rich’s and my joined hands while I swallowed his cries with my kiss. He finally broke away with a shuddering gasp, his head rolling back onto Rich’s shoulder. Rich wore his post-orgasmic face, the one that he had when he was a limp puddle of goo from an awesome fucking session.

Chuckling to myself, I rolled off the bed and went to get wet cloths. Our new rule was that whoever wasn’t knotted was the one to handle cleanup. I went back in and gently wiped Josiah down first, taking time to kiss his baby mound and whisper, “Sorry if we woke you, son. Your Daddy’s needed some playtime.”

Josiah snorted. “What have I told you about talking to the belly during sex?”

I crawled over and blew a raspberry against his neck. “This isn’t sexy time, pumpkin. This is aftercare. Don’t be a prude, it’s not like he can see what’s happening.”

Reaching around, I took the other clean cloth and conscientiously wiped the sweat from Rich’s face, neck, and chest. After he was taken care of, I leaned over Josiah and shared a kiss with Rich before getting up to put the cloths in the hamper and turn off the lights.

Before I got in bed, I pulled on a pair of pajama pants and went to check on Sammy. I grinned when I saw her sprawled facedown on her bed, still in her pretty party dress with her overhead light blaring bright. After grabbing her favorite Pooh nightie from her drawer, I sat her up and quickly changed her into the nightgown. I left her camisole, undies, and tights on for modesty, of course. It never ceased to amaze me how the girl could sleep through it on the rare occasion that one of us needed to change her at night, or carry her to bed if she fell asleep in front of the TV on family movie night.

I’d learned so much this year about being a caregiver to a little girl. Brushing her hair back, I kissed her temple and tucked her in before I clicked on the night-light that hung on the wall over her head. Turning off the overhead light as I made my way out, I pulled the door almost but not completely shut and slipped back to our room to join my mates.

“Everything okay?” Rich asked with a knowing smile after I slid into bed.

“Yeah. Sammy was passed out in her party dress with her lights on. I got her taken care of and now she’s tucked in.”

Josiah rolled his eyes. “You know it wouldn’t kill her to sleep in her fancy ruffled gown, right? And one night with the overhead light on isn’t going to cause sleep deprivation.”

Rich leaned in closer and kissed Josiah’s shoulder while I threaded my hand with the omega’s and kissed his cheek. “Maybe not. But I’ll sleep better knowing that our princess is comfortable.”

Josiah rolled his eyes with an indulgent smile. “You two love to spoil her. Then I have to be the bad guy.”

“No, you don’t. She’s perfect already. Join us over here on the dark side. Spoiling is much more fun.”

“Ha! That’s what you think. Give her a week with no discipline and you’ll both be begging me to make it stop. It’s a good thing our son will have me here, the poor thing wouldn’t have stood a chance with you two as his only parents. I can smell the entitlement already.”

I chuckled. “No, I don’t think it would have lasted past the first tantrum with Rich. He tends to get a little bossy, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Mhmm.” Josiah craned his neck back to nuzzle against Rich. “True. Daddy Richard would never let bratty behavior go unchecked.”

Rich smiled softly and began kissing Josiah’s neck. I watched my men, loving the closeness we’d developed now. I couldn’t wait to meet our son. Which reminded me...

“Hey, guys? I’ve been thinking. Sam wants a pet, and our son will need a dog. What do you think about adopting a puppy now? He and the baby could grow up together.”

Josiah glared at me through narrowed eyes. “Did Sam put you up to this?”

“What? Why? Does Sammy want a dog? Hmm... Last I heard she wanted a turtle. Maybe we should get two dogs, then?”

Josiah groaned, while Rich nodded thoughtfully. “That’s not a bad idea, actually. And we have enough room for two. We should think about it. Maybe go by the animal shelter tomorrow and see who they have needing homes.”

I lunged in and covered Josiah’s mouth with mine before he could argue. I knew already that he’d be a harder sell than Rich. Now it was just a matter of talking him into it so we could have a furbaby or two in our lives.