Yes.

Silence looms over you two as you cuddle under the bed sheets, though it bothers you that Emma is being… a bit over-affectionate. She kisses your neck, your shoulders, your chest and lips, she holds and lovingly squeezes your hand, and she rubs her tits against your chest, like a cat demanding attention.

“Emma.” You speak. She stops everything and looks at you with a sheepish, nervous smile.

“You’re weirded out, aren’t you?” She asks.

“A little bit. I was prepared to grovel until you forgave me. Still am, really.”

She sighs. “I should be mad, I know, but I guess I always believed something like this might happen. It didn’t take long for me to fall for you, so of course other girls will be the same.” Her finger runs circles around your chest and she stares at it. “And honestly, I’m still hurt. Our… situation might be complicated, but you still cheated on me.”

Oh hey! It’s that pain in your chest you knew would come but still ignored! It feels terrible, as expected.

“I’d be really, really mad if…” She clears her throat. “…if I didn’t find it… kind of hot.” She swallows hard.

Oh! The new fetish is working!

“While you were telling me this, I couldn’t help but… get turned on first, curious second and upset a distant third.” Emma admits, biting her lip. “I don’t know that that says about me.”

“I cheated on you, and I feel like walking garbage. You not being mad just shows you’re a much better person than me, and I just realize saying that makes me sound like a huge ass-kisser.” You cringe at your own words, but fortunately they make her chortle.

“You’re not walking garbage. And besides… I guess I can let this pass because, well, your situation right now is not the calmest and most relaxed one to make decisions.” She says.

“I won’t use that as an excuse.” You tell her.

“I know.” She smiles. “Look, over the week I’ve been… entertaining the idea of… what would happen if you had another girlfriend. An official one, I mean.” She clarifies.

“What?”

“I was just thinking that if people knew you were in a relationship with a girl your age, maybe OUR relationship would be safer.” She purses her lips. “And you telling me of what just happened made me realize that the idea also excites me.” She admits. “Don’t get me wrong! I don’t want to give you up! I won’t! I’m just…” She coughs. “…open to the idea of sharing you.”

“Is this one of those tests where if I get excited about it I fail and you chop my dick off?” You asks nervously.

“Please, love, you know already I love your thing too much to chop it off.” She gives you a sultry, teasing smile. “No, I’m serious about it. I don’t mind sharing. I actually even WANT to share you. Would you… like that?”

Mind now clear of both lust and guilt thanks to your saint of a girlfriend, you can think clearly. If you have permission to pursue your relationship with Emily and Megan even further, you could take their scores to 100, leaving you with enough love points to buy the Normalized Polyamory trait.

“I’m tempted to frame it as if I’d be doing you a favor, but that would be the biggest lie of my life.” You sigh. “I'd really like it.” You admit with a guilty smile. “You’re an angel, you know that?”

She chuckles. “An angel?”

“Yep. A beautiful, sexy and kind angel who came from the heavens to shine the brightest light in my life.” You tell her.

“You’re sooo corny.” She laughs. “But I like the sound of that. I’m your angel.” She chuckles at her own words.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, we’re talking about both Emily AND Megan.” There’s a sudden pressure on your shoulders as you realize you’ll now have to please three girls.

“I am. I’d even like to watch sometime, when we’re ready to tell them about me.” She says. “Just… God, I feel pathetic saying this so much, but promise you’ll still love me. Promise that even if there are other women, I’ll still be… your angel.”

You kiss her forehead tenderly and look deep into her eyes. “Forever and always, Emma.”

“Forever and always.” She echoes and holds you close, resting her head on your shoulders, breathing calmly and contently.