Jacob s Bed: Part 1

Jake s sister-in-law moves in.

In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We'd both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn't; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn't that great either. It couldn't last and we divorced after only five years.

Leah, on the other hand, was everything any man could want. But I won't go into details. There's nothing more boring than listening to a man listing his wife's virtues. Let's just say we laughed a lot. Oh, and the sex was amazing. Even after we'd been married a couple of years, we were still at it like rabbits, fucking at every opportunity. Even at the cinema, we'd be unable to keep our hands to ourselves. Halfway through the previews, I'd feel Leah's hand drifting to my crotch and I'd slip my hand beneath her coat and try to get under her skirt without being seen. If our row was empty we'd sometimes manage to bring each other off. Even then, we'd rush home and dive into our bed to fuck for a couple of hours. She could keep me hard even after I'd come and she seemed to be permanently on heat. For those first couple of years we were pretty inventive too. Leah wanted to try out all the positions in the book; and a few that weren't. Sometimes we'd end up giggling like a couple of schoolkids, but then lust would take over and soon we'd be fucking like crazy again.

Eventually, though, that phase passed and we settled into just doing what we liked instead of trying to rewrite the Kama Sutra every day. Leah particularly liked me to take her from behind, which always guaranteed an orgasm for her. That position was pretty good for me too, especially when she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, which she did on occasion. I never pushed her, but she knew I liked it. We never settled into a routine, but we certainly slowed down a bit. We both wanted to have kids, but we agreed we'd enjoy two or three years on our own first.

It didn't quite work out that way, though, because after only a couple of years, her sister Rachel moved in. Rachel was 22 and had just finished college. She was a lot younger than Leah, almost a mistake by their parents, who hadn't really planned on extending their family in their 40s. But when she arrived they were delighted, with the result she was spoilt rotten. It was amazing she turned out as level-headed as she did. Perhaps it was because she had such a good role model in her older sister, who she regarded almost as a third parent. Especially for the past 10 years, Leah was someone Rachel shared all her secrets with. Especially for the dating and romance advice. Rachel asked Leah all kinds of questions, and soon the two knew everything about each other.

Rachel s college years ended with a crushing breakup. She d given herself completely to a 3rd guy, who ended up dumping her right after commencement, then flew off to take an internship in Dubai.

Leah and I helped her move into our spare room and pretty soon we got used to having her around. She got a job at a local coffee shop and contributed what she could to the housekeeping. Leah and I had good jobs, so we didn't push her. She had her own circle of friends; no permanent boyfriend though; and divided her time between them and us, even though we were both nearly forty by then. She didn't seem to mind going out with us; she liked the same sort of films we did and enjoyed going out for meals, so long as we paid. What I'm trying to say is that we liked having her around. It was fun having a young person in the house. For one thing, it didn't make us feel so old.

I know what you're thinking, though. Didn't it cramp our sex life? The short answer is no. We carried on pretty much as before. Okay, we were a bit more careful when and where we fucked. We made sure we knew Rachel was going to be out for at least an hour before we fucked on the kitchen table, but we certainly didn't wait for her to be out of the house every time we wanted sex. If she was in her room and we fancied getting it on in front of the TV, we just closed the door. Rachel knew what we were doing, but she was polite enough not to burst in on us. We didn't kid ourselves she didn't know when we were fucking. Leah made enough noise; Rachel would have had to be deaf not to hear her.

It wasn't like it was discussed either; well, not at first. We didn't ask her permission, like, Rachel, we're just going for a fuck. Is that okay with you? She was mature enough to know that two people in love have sex. She was no virgin, which we knew because she'd told Leah. Between the two girls her sex life wasn't a secret. Sometimes I'd come into a room and they'd be giggling over something together. Often the object of their mirth would be some poor guy Rachel had been to bed with.

I swear he thought foreplay was something to do with golf, Rachel said once.

Leah said, Poor you, and they both laughed.

You two must have amazing sex, said Rachel, glancing at me.

Why do you say that? asked Leah.

Come on, laughed her sister. I can hear you all over the house.

Sorry, I said. We'll try and turn down the volume.

Rachel wouldn't have that. Don't on my account. It's great knowing you're still fucking. I feel quite jealous.

That night when we were in our huge high-framed canopy bed, Leah wanted to fuck face-to-face. I want to watch your face when you're inside me, she said.

Okay, I said. I love watching Leah s ass twerk as she rides my cock. Our solid wood-frame canopy has inlaid mirrors, which sort of let us watch a porno of each other, while we fuck each other.

After she played with my cock for a while, and her cunt was slipping down onto my turgid shaft, we lay face to face and she looked me in the eye.

Well? I smiled. What do you see?'

A guy who's got his cock just where he wants it to be, she laughed.

Right, I agreed.

Does it feel good? she asked.

You bet. I grinned.

What do you see? Leah asked as she saw my gaze diverted to the mirrored canopy.

An awesome sexy ass twerking on my cock!

So what are you thinking about? she smiled.

Isn't it obvious?' I said.

Tell me anyway. She insisted

You, of course, I said, and the feeling of your cunt round my cock.

Liar. You're thinking of Rachel.

It was such a preposterous idea, I actually laughed. That is so untrue, it doesn't even deserve an answer.

She smiled a superior kind of smile. I can see it in your eyes.

What, you can see little pictures of her in my eyeballs?'

Almost. She laughed. Don't be scared of admitting it. I'd be surprised if you weren't thinking of her. She's beautiful.

She gave my cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles and a jolt of pleasure ran through me.

  I can't think of anything when you do that. I chuckled.

Don't change the subject, she said. I just want you to tell me the truth. Go on, admit you find her attractive.

Okay, she's attractive, I agreed. But that doesn't mean I'm thinking of her when I'm fucking you.

No, but you are, she insisted. You're thinking of her firm young tits and imagining what her cunt feels like.

Even though she was smiling, I still thought it better to keep denying it. Jealousy had been one of the reasons my first marriage had broken up and I wasn't about to let the same thing happen with us.

I am not, I said, as simply and straightforwardly as I could. The trouble is, she was almost right. True, I hadn't been thinking of Rachel when we'd first started fucking, but after Leah had brought her into the conversation, I couldn't get the sight of her out of my head.

She's got a fantastic figure, hasn't she? She was teasing, I knew, and finding my discomfort highly amusing.

I said nothing. But the thought ran through my head that she must have guessed something about what I was thinking from the fact my cock was still as hard as a rock. You sure seem to want me to start fantasizing about Rachel, don t you?

Don't look so worried, darling, she said, taking my face in her hands and giving me a long passionate kiss. I'm not saying you'd rather be fucking her instead of me. I know you love me and love fucking me. But I've seen how you look at her and I know you fancy her.

I started to protest but she stopped me with another kiss.

No, don't deny it. You know I hate people lying. I mean it when I say I don't mind. I really don't. I know you find me beautiful too.

I do, I said quickly. You know I do. For good measure I accompanied my words with a couple of slow thrusts of my cock.

Oh, that feels lovely, darling, she said, closing her eyes for a moment. But don't make me come yet. I want us to fuck for a long time.

Okay by me, I said.

So it really is alright that you fancy Rachel. she repeated. I'm not jealous of her. She's my sister and I love her. I feel; I don't know; somehow proud of the fact I've got a sister who is beautiful and who my husband fancies. Does that make sense?'

If you say so, I said.

So just admit you're thinking of her, she smiled.

I looked hard at her and she looked back at me, half serious, half amused. I could only see honesty reflected back at me. And then we can fuck? I asked.

Then we can fuck, she said.

And you really don't mind if I fancy her?'

I really don't mind.

In fact, you'd quite like it if I did?' I implored some more

Yes, she said. I'd like it.

Okay, I said. I fancy her.

And you're thinking of her, she insisted.

Well, it's a bit difficult not to be thinking of her, I laughed, after you insisted that we talked so much about her. But I don't wish I was fucking her instead of you.

I know, she said. Now you can fuck me. And you can think of her as much as you like, so long as you keep that cock good and hard and give me a good orgasm.

So I fucked her for a long time. And after a while I turned her over and she went on her hands and knees and I fucked her from behind and I thought of my cock buried in her cunt and I thought of my cock buried in her sister's cunt and somehow it made my thrusts more urgent or powerful or something and then Leah was moaning and crying out and coming and then I was coming into her warm delicious cunt and it was a really lovely loving fuck and we ended up hugging and saying how much we loved each other and kissing a lot until we fell asleep.

The next morning I went down to the kitchen and found Rachel eating a piece of toast. She grinned at me. Hello, stud.

Then she flung her arms round me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

What was that for? I asked, a bit stunned.

I love you, brother-in-law, she said.

Er, yeah?'

For making my sister so happy, she added by way of explanation. I've never seen her like this. She looks like the cat that got the cream; every minute of every day. You're obviously a really special guy. I have close to 10 years of multiple failed relationships, and my sister won the love lottery.

Thanks, I muttered, not really knowing how to reply. I try.

I love being around you two. You make the world seem a better place.

That's a lot to live up to, I said. Could it be just that we love each other?'

It's not just that. It's that you're so; into each other. The way you look at each other, it's like you're always wanting to fuck each other's brains out.

That obvious, huh? I said. I could feel myself blushing a bit.

Don't be embarrassed. I like it. It's hot. Listening to Leah come last night I brought myself off twice.

Oh dear, I said, blushing a bit deeper. I hope you didn't hear what we were talking about.

I didn't have a glass pressed to the wall, she laughed, if that's what you're worried about. She looked at her watch and headed for the door. But don't worry, she added with a mischievous grin, Leah tells me everything. Then she was gone.

So did you tell her? I asked Leah a couple of nights later.

Did I tell who what? she asked, looking up from where she was licking my cock.

Did you tell Rachel what we were talking about the other night? You know, about her and you and me?'

Of course, she said, I tell her everything.

Oh great, I said. So now she thinks I fancy her.

Not more than you fancy me, I hope, she said, pretending to be cross.

Of course not, I said quickly. But that's bad enough.

Don't be silly, she said, giving my cock a long kiss. She was flattered. She said it was exciting to be fancied.

I'm not sure I'll be able to look at her again.

Why not? It does wonders for her self-confidence knowing an older man thinks she's hot.

I never said she's hot.

Look, Jacob, she may act all mature and worldly-wise, but like all young girls, she worries about her looks, her personality, how she appears to other people, men especially. She's still finding herself. And I think; and she agrees; that being around us; you especially; is giving her confidence, helping her to grow up and be herself.

Like parents? I suggested, though I didn't like the sound of that.

No, not authority figures, she said. More like close friends. The closest friends you can imagine. People you trust absolutely. People you'd die for. People who are always there for you. That's how she sees us. And that's how I see her. And how I hope you do too.

I try, I said. But you've been there her whole life. I'm pretty late on the scene.

Don't do yourself down, she said, playfully hitting me. She already worships you.

How do you know?

Because she's told me.

That night it was my turn to make some noise, as I cried out when I came in her mouth. I offered to eat her, but she said she wanted to make herself come for a change, so I just held her and kissed her while she masturbated. She looked lovely when she came. I tried not to think of how Rachel might look when she masturbated.

Over the next few days and weeks I gradually got used to the idea of Rachel knowing that I fancied her. I got used to the knowing grins and winks from her; and from Leah; and the unexpected hugs and kisses. And if I expected any complaints from Leah that her sister was getting a bit too friendly, they never came. On the contrary she seemed to love how well we were all getting on. Often we'd all three end up in a kind of group hug, laughing like drains and swearing how much we loved each other.

By this time Rachel had a sort-of boyfriend, though they didn't seem to behave much like a couple. They always went out in a crowd and he never came round to the house. Then one day I came home from work to find Leah and Rachel sitting on the sofa, Rachel in tears and in her sister's arms.

The boyfriend broke up with her, said Leah.

Idiot, I said. Obviously he has no taste in women.

Thank you, sniffed Rachel.

Make us a pot of tea, please, Jacob, said Leah.

So we sat and drank tea and gradually Rachel stopped crying. Then I suggested we all go down the local pub and have a couple of beers.

And we can criticize all the useless men we've known, said Leah.

And I'll praise the two wonderful women, I said. Which was a bit cheesy, but it made them laugh, so that was alright.

We got a bit drunk and Rachel had one or two wobbly moments, but mostly we just laughed a lot. At home Rachel hugged and kissed us both and announced she was going to bed. Try not to make too much noise, you two, she added with a sad smile. You'll only make me jealous.

For the next two or three weeks Rachel was a bit subdued around the house. She didn't go out much and when we asked her why, she said, That lot bore me. They're so immature. I'd rather be with you two.

Though that was fine by me; what man wouldn't like having two sexy women to come home to? it seemed to worry Leah a little.

I think Rachel is missing something, she said one night when I was kissing her cunt.

I looked up. Like what?'

Well, this for a start, she said.

Well, I began, but couldn't think of anything to say.

You know she masturbates practically every night to make her go to sleep.

Does she? The image of Rachel playing furiously with her cunt immediately put another inch on my cock.

It's not healthy. She needs a good fucking.

Well, she's beautiful and sexy, I said. Men must be queuing up.

They probably are, she agreed. The problem is, since that idiot ditched her, she's not interested.

Can't you persuade her not all men are like him?'

I've tried, she said with a smile. The trouble is the only example I can think of is you.

That is a problem, I agreed, given I'm in love with you. I bent to her cunt and gently put my lips to her clit.

Oh yes, she sighed.

After a while she started moaning in the way she always did to tell me I was in the right spot. Her lips were swollen and slippery. She tasted delicious. Then she said, Maybe you should fuck her.

At first I didn't think I could have heard her right. After all, I had my head between her thighs. What?'

You know exactly what to do to make a woman feel good about herself, she said. Her face had the dreamy expression it wore when she knew she was going to come; maybe in a few minutes, maybe in half an hour, but definitely.

Maybe you should fuck her. Leah smiled.

No, I said firmly. Don't even joke about it.

Don't talk, she said. Go back to what you were doing.

Dutifully I returned to her cunt. After a minute she was softly moaning again. I tried to put her suggestion out of my mind. She was joking. She was just aroused from my sucking her clit. She was letting her cunt do the talking. She didn't really mean it. Somehow the thought of me fucking her sister turned her on.

Imagine how she'd feel if you were doing this to her, she murmured. She'd love you forever.

Maybe she would, I thought, and maybe she wouldn't. What's certain is that I was married to Leah and I loved her and I wasn't about to jeopardize that by fucking her sister. Even if it was at her suggestion.

Of course, once the idea was in my head I couldn't get it out. Even as I was sucking Leah to a thundering orgasm, I imagined it was Rachel's young cunt I was sucking, even though I'd never seen it. The picture made me more energetic than usual. It must have had an effect on Leah, because she made enough noise to wake the dead.

Afterwards, when we were falling asleep in each other's arms, she murmured. That was amazing, Jacob. I wish Rachel could experience it too.

For some days after, Leah said nothing more about it. And gradually my imagination stopped working overtime. I stopped thinking about Rachel naked and in my arms and my cock in her cunt;  Fortunately Leah was still as horny as usual, perhaps even more than usual, so I was still getting plenty of great sex. I assumed poor Rachel was still masturbating herself to sleep. But what could I do about that?

Sunday morning came and Leah and I lay half-asleep under the duvet and tried to think of a reason to get up. There came a soft knock on the door.

Are you decent? Rachel called from the hallway.

Leah stirred. Just about.

Rachel poked her head round the door. Either of you guys want a cup of tea?'

It's only half past eight, muttered Leah. It's too early for tea.

Rachel stood in a t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Sorry, I didn't realize.

Don't stand there shivering. Get in. And because my side of the bed was nearest to the door, Leah held back my side of the duvet. I quickly put my hand on it to stop her revealing the fact I was naked.

Thanks, grinned Rachel. It is a bit chilly.

She climbed in and, although our bed was huge and had plenty of room for three, I edged closer to Leah.

Don't hog the bed, Jacob, Leah complained.

Sorry, said Rachel. Am I crowding you guys?'

Of course not, grinned Leah. He's worried you'll find out he's not wearing anything.

Oh, naughty, laughed Rachel. Can I see?'

No, I said, sounding a bit too much like a scolded kid.

Ah, he's shy, said Leah, pretending to be sympathetic. Either that or he's got a hard-on.

Stop talking about me as if I'm not here, I said.

Don't be so modest, Jacob, said Leah, trying not to laugh. You've got nothing to be ashamed of.

Yeah, put in Rachel, I wouldn't mind seeing what gives my sister such a great time.

There's a request you can't refuse, said Leah, digging me in the ribs.

I began to suspect I was about to become the victim of a put-up job. It sounded too much like some plan they'd cooked up between them. Well, I wasn't about to let them put me in an impossible position: fuck my sister-in-law or stay faithful to the woman I loved. I'm getting up, I announced, hoping that my cock would stay in its semi-flaccid state.

Spoilsport, grinned my wife.

Shame, joined in Rachel.

I struggled out over the base of the bed, trying to keep my back to them both.

Nice ass, said Leah.

Very tight, agreed Rachel.

I disappeared into the en-suite bathroom and stepped into the shower. I half-expected wild laughter from the bedroom, but I heard nothing but murmured conversation. I tried not to think of Rachel clad only in a t-shirt lying next to me. I didn't want to start jerking off to fantasies of fucking her. Even that would have been some sort of betrayal of Leah. When I came out fifteen minutes later the bed was empty.

Fortunately, Rachel didn't come into our bed on the next couple of Sunday mornings, so I was spared a repeat of that particular torture. Leah tried to bring up the suggestion of my fucking her sister a couple of times more, but I shut her up. It's not going to happen, so stop talking about it, I said. I love you too much.

A few days later she had to go to some conference over-nighter, which meant Rachel and I had the house to ourselves for a night. When I got home from work, Rachel was curled up on the sofa with a large glass of wine in her hand.

Bad day at the coffee shop? I asked.

Absolutely shitty, she said and took a long slurp.

I hadn't had a great day myself. And I always felt a little down when Leah was away. I'll just go and wash, I said, then I'll join you.

I changed into jeans and a t-shirt. We finished a bottle while she told me all about her horrible day. I listened sympathetically.

Open another, she said. I feel like getting shitfaced.

Charming expression, I grinned.

Yeah, she said, I blame the private school I went to.

By the time we were halfway through the second bottle we were both pretty relaxed. Even when she started snuggling up to me, I didn't object.

Why aren't all men like you? she asked.

With a house well stocked with wine? I suggested. Beats me.

She punched me playfully. You know what I mean. The way you are with Leah. You are so good with her. She adores you.

Must be my modesty.

I'm serious, she said. She's like a different person since she met you. I never knew what the word radiant really meant, but now I know. When she's with you, that's what she is: radiant. What's your secret?'

I didn't have to think about it, even after all the wine. I love her. It's no secret.

And you still fancy her.

Like mad. She's the sexiest woman I've ever met.

Now why can't I find a man who thinks I'm sexy?'

I think you're sexy. I don't know why I said it. It must have been the wine. And the fact it was the truth.

Really? She looked over her wine glass at me. Leah told me you sometimes think of me when you're fucking her, but I didn't believe her.

Jesus. I nearly choked on my wine. She told you that?'

She burst out laughing. If you could see your face. Didn't you know we tell each other everything?'

Yes, but I didn't think it was everything.

Don't look so worried, she said. She didn't mind. Far from it. She said it turned her on, knowing you were thinking of me. And it boosted my self-confidence, I can tell you. I feel quite flattered.

I was at a loss for words. I took a long slurp of wine.

So you really do find me sexy, she said, snuggling closer.

I'm not saying anything more, I said, trying to move away but finding the arm of the sofa in the way, on the grounds I might incriminate myself.

For answer she put her hand on my face, turned it towards her and planted a big wet drunken kiss on my mouth. I tried not to respond, but it was difficult. Her lips were lovely and soft. Immediately I felt stirrings in my groin. When she released me she said, Do you fancy me more now?'

Before I could answer, my mobile rang on the table in front of us.

Saved by the bell, I said and picked it up. It's Leah. Immediately I could feel myself blushing with guilt.

But Rachel leant forward eagerly. Lovely. It's a video call.

She grabbed it out of my hand and pressed Accept.

Hi guys, said Leah as her face appeared on screen. How are my two favorite people?'

Great, said Rachel. We're both missing you like mad, so we're consoling ourselves with wine and each other.

Good for you, laughed Leah. I hope you're having fun.

Jake was telling me how much he fancies me, Rachel said, and how much he thinks of me when he's fucking you.

I was not, I almost shouted. Take no notice, darling. Your sister's drunk. For good measure I glared at Rachel.

Leah laughed. No need to defend yourself. I don't mind. I'd rather you had fun when I'm away than sit around feeling miserable.

That's what I say, said Rachel, swigging her wine, but he doesn't want to play. She gave me an accusing look. Maybe he doesn't find me sexy after all.

Of course he does, said Leah. Play with his nipples. That usually gets him going.

Stop giving her ideas, I protested. I felt the situation was slipping out of control. Maybe Leah was drunk too.

But before I could object, Rachel had lifted my t-shirt and was tweaking my nipples. Like this? she asked her on-screen sister.

Leah was plainly enjoying the sight of her husband being tortured. Kiss them, she encouraged Rachel. Rake your fingernails down his chest. He loves that.

I grabbed the phone and stood up. Okay, that's enough. Say goodbye to your sister, I told Rachel. I'm taking this into the bedroom.

Spoilsport, said Rachel and turned away in a sulk.

In the bedroom I settled down to a loving conversation with my wife. But if I was expecting sympathy for my plight, it wasn't forthcoming.

You can't leave Rachel like that, she said. Go and make sure she's alright.

What, and encourage her to come onto me again?'

Oh, stop protesting, Jacob. She loves you. You fancy her, so why don't you fuck her like I suggested?'

I sighed. Because I can't. I love you and I'm not going to be unfaithful to you, even if it is with your sister. Especially with your sister.

Okay, she said. Well, you'd better explain that to her. If I know her, she's probably in tears right now, especially with a bottle of wine inside her. She probably thinks you hate her.

Alright, I'll go as soon as this call's over.

We chatted and quickly got back to our usual intimate ways with each other. Before she closed the connection, she stripped naked for me and opened her legs wide. God, she looked gorgeous.

Now I'm going to play with my cunt while you go and check on Rachel, she said.

Torturer, I said. I love you.

I love you too, she said. I'll be thinking of you when I come.

I went into the living room but Rachel wasn't there. Her bedroom door was closed. I knocked. Rachel, it's me. Can I come in?'

There was a muffled murmur, which could have been anything. I went in. She was lying spread-eagled on her bed, the empty wine bottle on the floor. You're going to feel like shit tomorrow, I said.

She lifted her head. I already feel like shit. With her hair all anyhow and her skirt ridden up to her ass, she looked sexier than ever. She sat up. I must look like something the cat dragged in.

You look great, I said. No matter what you do, you'll always look beautiful.

Say that again. She attempted a drunken grin. I think I'm hearing things.

You look beautiful, I said. I mean it.

And you fancy me, she said.

And I fancy you.

And you think of me when you're fucking Leah.

Sometimes, I amended.

But you won't fuck me.

No.

Not even though Leah wants you to.

Not even then.

I sat on the bed and put my arm round her. She leant her head on my shoulder.

I don't get it, she said. I want you to fuck me. Leah wants you to fuck me. But you don't want to fuck me.

I didn't say that, I corrected her. I do want to fuck you. I'm even getting a hard-on just talking about it. You are beautiful and sexy. I love you and I know fucking you would be an amazing experience.

Thank you, she said. You take the words right out of my mouth.

But I can't.

Because you love Leah.

Exactly.

But she wants you to. So where's the harm? Do you think Leah is being reckless and irresponsible?

I couldn t answer that. I sighed. I'd asked myself the same question a hundred times. She wants it now. The thought turns her on. But what about afterwards? She might change her mind. What if she thought I enjoyed fucking you more than I enjoyed fucking her? How would she feel then? Worse than that, what if she saw some bloke she fancied as much as I fancy you? Wouldn't she feel she had a right to fuck him because she'd let me fuck you? It'd be the end of our marriage. Sex fantasies can kill great relationships.

She didn't look convinced. That's an awful lot of if's', she said. I know Leah and she wouldn't do that.

I know her too', I said, and I'm not so sure.

So I'm going to have to masturbate to sleep as usual, she grinned sadly.

I suppose so, I said, trying not to picture her naked with her fingers busy between her legs.

Will you think of me when you're jerking off too? she asked.

Probably, I laughed. I bent to give her a quick kiss on her forehead, but she grabbed my face and planted another of her wet drunken kisses on my lips. My cock gave a little leap.

That's to help you, she said.

Oh, it will, I smiled. It will.

That Sunday we all went to the pub for a long boozy lunch. The girls were in a good mood. Nothing was said about me getting it on with Rachel so I assumed the topic had been dropped for good. I relaxed in the company of two gorgeous women, one of whom I knew I would soon be fucking. The other I could lust after from afar. Towards the end of the meal I felt Leah's hand on my crotch.

Just checking you're up for it later, she winked.

Don't worry, I said, I've not drunk that much.

You two, grinned Rachel, you're like the beginning of a porn movie.

Back at the house, Leah and I headed for our bedroom.

Think of me, all alone with my book, said Rachel, pretending to look sad.

I want you to eat me, said Leah, the moment the door was closed. She lay back on the bed. Just take my jeans and knickers off. It feels sexier being half-dressed. But she wanted me completely naked. Today you can be my sex slave, she ordered, putting her legs out for me to strip off her lower half.

Leah loved playing out sex fantasies. They usually lasted a day or less. That s why I assumed the fantasy involving Rachel was just an impulse of her sex drive.

I got out of my clothes.

Lovely, she murmured, looking admiringly at my erect cock. Go down on me now. I'm so horny I think I could come any minute.

I knelt between her legs and put my mouth to her cunt. I wetted it with my saliva and licked her labia. After a while I could feel them swell invitingly. I gently stretched the skin over her pelvic bone to make her clit stand out. She moaned encouragingly then pulled herself up on her elbows. Stop a minute. I want to sit on your face.

It was one of her favorite positions for cunnilingus. She could move herself so that she could get my mouth in exactly the right position. I lay back on the bed and she knelt either side of my shoulders facing my feet. It was a good position for me too. I could rest my head on a pillow. I fastened my mouth on her cunt. Usually she reciprocated, either with her hands on my cock or with her own mouth, but this time she left it alone. I put my hand on it and stroked it. It felt good and hard.

No, don't touch yourself, I heard her say. I want to watch it lying there all hard and thick while you're making me come.

I didn't answer, but it was okay with me. I knew my cock would be buried in one of her delicious orifices before very long. I teased her cunt to begin with, with little breaths and gentle licks that barely touched her. It was such a turn-on feeling her bearing down on my face, wanting more pressure. After a while I obliged, licking her with firm strokes, nearer and nearer to her clit, but not quite touching it.

Stop torturing me, she murmured eventually. Suck my clit.

I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked in rhythm with the rising and falling of her body. When she came, she let out loud moans and cries, but kept moving. Don't stop, I heard her say. I'm still coming. I kept my mouth where it was, but left the movement to her. If things were right, she could keep coming, on and off, for five minutes or more, she so loved sitting on my face and being eaten. This time turned out to be one of those. She alternated between pressing down and lifting herself until my lips were barely touching her, all the time moaning loudly like she was drowning.

Oh fuck, she said, this is so good. I can't stop.

Eventually the effort of such a long orgasm exhausted her and she collapsed beside me. I held her in my arms as she recovered. Her body gradually stopped shaking.

That was amazing, she murmured, kissing me all over my face. You're so good at sucking my cunt.

It's because I enjoy it, I said.

I know, she smiled. She looked down at my hard cock. Now I suppose you want to fuck.

I wouldn't mind, I said.

Just a minute then, she said. Don't start without me. She got off the bed, took the rest of her clothes off and went out of the room. I assumed she'd gone for a glass of water or something. I'd had an erection for about half an hour by then and was desperate to put my cock inside her. I was so horny I could have fucked a hole in the wall. But I did what she said and didn't touch myself. I knew it'd be worth waiting for.

Then she came back; with Rachel. I should be entirely accurate. With Rachel as naked as she was.

Fuck, was all I could think of saying.

Rachel looked amazing, much sexier than I'd ever imagined. She had perfect young tits, not too large, like her sisters only a little firmer. A gently rounded stomach led to a perfectly shaved cunt, a little triangle of trimmed hair pointing to the beginning of her slit. Her legs seemed to go on forever.

What did I tell you? Leah said to her sister. He thinks you're gorgeous.

Really? Rachel looked nervously at me, her eyes straying to my cock.

Absolutely gorgeous, I said. What was the point of lying? It was clear what my wife was planning. I had an insatiable yearning to fuck and here was a beautiful naked girl being offered to me. Briefly I considered covering my erection and ordering them both out, but my need was too great. My resistance crumbled as quickly as Leah urged her sister towards the bed.

I know you're desperate to fuck, darling, my wife said, but do you think for a few minutes you could do to Rachel what you were doing to me?'

Of course. I lay back and gave up resisting. Leah positioned Rachel astride my shoulders. I gently kissed Rachel's smooth young cunt.

Oh fuck, I heard her murmur.

Leah stretched out beside me. Has she got a lovely cunt, Jacob? she asked. Does she taste good?'

Delicious, I muttered.

Give her a good licking, she urged, but don't make her come. You can do that another time.

I gently kissed Rachel's young cunt and licked her labia, keeping well clear of her clit. She was so smooth and silky, I gave her the lightest of touches.

Oh fuck, she murmured again.

Leah caressed my stomach. My cock strained towards her hand. Are you ready to fuck my little sister, darling?'

I pulled my mouth away from Rachel's cunt. You know I am.

What are you waiting for, then?'

Do you want me to fuck you? I asked Rachel.

Yes, please. Please! came the answer.

I gently lifted her from my face and she turned round to face me. Putting a leg over my thigh, she eased herself down my body until her cunt was hovering over my cock.

Let me put it in, said Leah, putting her hand round my shaft.

I could hardly believe what was happening. My wife was actually helping me fuck her sister and apparently loving every minute of it. Her tongue protruding from between her lips, she held my cock upright beneath Rachel's hovering cunt.

Slowly does it, Rachel, she urged.

Slowly Rachel lowered her cunt over my cock.

Oh fuck. Rachel blurted.

His cock feels amazing, doesn't it? Sometimes I think it's the best moment, when he first puts it in me.

It's filling me up, breathed Rachel.

Don't move for a minute, advised my wife. Just feel it inside you.

I could feel her young little vaginal muscles twitching. I lightly caressed her tits. You have fabulous tits, Rachel.

Doesn't she? agreed Leah.

This feels so good, muttered Rachel, closing her eyes.

Leah locked mouths with me and thrust her tongue down my throat. I let go of one of Rachel's tits and put my arm around my wife and held her close. I wanted her to know that even while I was fucking her sister I still loved her. It was true. I wanted her as much as ever.

If I could have fucked them both at the same time, I would have.

I love you, I said.

I love you too, she said. Thank you for doing this.

I could feel Rachel beginning to move, to press all the way down on my cock.

Can I fuck now? she murmured. I want to feel your cock right inside me.

I glanced at Leah.

Go on, darling, she said, her eyes bright. Fuck her like you fuck me.

She kissed me hard on the mouth so that I couldn't answer. I started to move my hips up and down, slowly thrusting my cock up into Rachel's warm cunt.

Oh yes, Rachel moaned, her head falling forward.

That's it, darling, Leah urged me, resting a hand on my stomach just above my cock. I can feel your muscles. Put it in deep. Make her enjoy that wonderful cock of yours.

I could hardly believe what was happening. I felt as if I'd been transported to some sexual nirvana. I was being kissed passionately by my lovely wife and she was stroking my body lovingly while I was fucking her beautiful sister. I could feel myself going slightly dizzy with the pleasure of it all. Leah must have guessed what was going through my mind.

Happy, darling? she smiled.

Fuck, yes, I said, though I hardly know where I am.

She laughed and kissed me again. Just look at Rachel with your cock buried in her cunt. That's where you are, darling. Does it feel as good as in your fantasies; to be fucking her at last?'

Much better, I admitted. I could feel the clutching of Rachel's cunt as it slid up and down on my cock. Especially with you by my side. I love kissing you while I'm fucking Rachel.

I love it too, she murmured. I love watching the two of you getting pleasure from each other, my two most wonderful people in the world. You look so hot.

I can tell you, said Rachel between heavy breaths, this is a lot better than my fantasies.

I knew it would be, laughed Leah. My husband fucks wonderfully, doesn't he?'

Oh yes.

For a while nothing was said. Leah and I locked mouths in a long continuous kiss. All I could hear was Rachel's breathing getting louder and more ragged, interspersed with regular moans as she let her body sink down hard on my cock. Then she stayed bottomed out, rubbing her mound along my pelvis. Then her rhythm picked up and her twerking became rabid. I started to feel my orgasm getting close.

I'm going to come soon, I murmured, half for Rachel's benefit, half for Leah's.

Go ahead, darling, Leah encouraged me. Come inside her.

Yes, please, moaned Rachel, her eyes closed. I want to feel your hot jizz shoot inside me.

She started to move even more vigorously on my cock.

Oh fuck, she cried, I'm going to come too. Fuck me harder.

Go on, darling, urged my wife, her eyes gleaming. Make her come.

She embraced me and locked her mouth onto mine. The realization that my wife was kissing me while I was fucking her sister was enough to tip me over the edge. I could feel my body go into spasm as the first jet of come shot out of my cock into Rachel's warm cunt.

Oh yes, moaned Rachel, I can feel your come. Fuck me. Keep pumping me.

Leah tore her mouth away from mine. I want to watch you as you both come. Her eyes sparkled as she watched my cock thrusting into her sister's sopping cunt.

I'm coming, cried Rachel. Oh fuck, that is so good. I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep fucking me, please.

I spurted a final couple of times, but kept up my movements. Rachel came for what seemed like an age, moaning and writhing on my cock like she was impaled. Leah watched open-mouthed, her teeth biting her lower lip as her sister shook in the throes of her orgasm.

Oh fuck, moaned Rachel, that feels so good.

I told you it would be, smiled Leah.

I just love the feel of your cock, Rachel said. Please keep it in me. Then she collapsed down, laying on my shoulder, while Leah rested on my other shoulder.

It's lovely, isn't it? said Leah. I'd keep it in me all day if I could.

That's an interesting thought, I said.

To be continued in part 2, by Bobbi R for Literotica