Jacob’s Bed: Part 2

Bedding Arrangements

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

Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. “You look amazing together,” she smiled. “That's the first time I've watched two people fucking. It's fantastic.”

“I loved you being here,” said her sister. “It was like you really love us.”

“I do love you.” Leah turned to me. “Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?'

I gave her a kiss. “You know I did.”

“And you know I still love you, don't you?' Leah pressed.

“Yes,” I said, “and I still love you, more than ever.”

“Ah,” said Rachel, “you two are totally amazing. I love you both.”

“What are you waiting for, darling?” Leah said to me. “Kiss her.”

So with my softening cock still buried in her open cunt, I gently turned my head to my sister-in-law to me and gave her a long loving kiss.

Unlike in porn movies, we didn't immediately descend into an endless succession of sexual positions and have orgasm after orgasm until the end of the day. All three of us felt pretty satiated and exhausted. We lay back on the bed, me between the two sisters with my arm round each and their heads resting on my shoulders. Leah pulled the duvet half over us and within ten minutes we were all asleep.

I was the first to wake up. Rachel lay curled up with her back to me. Leah was lying half turned towards me. They were both dead to the world. I lay for a few minutes thinking about what had happened. Even then, I could hardly believe it. It seemed like a wonderful dream, a mad fantasy. Yet I could still remember the feeling of my cock in Rachel's cunt, the eagerness of Leah's lips on mine, her excited encouragement as I fucked her much younger sister. It had really happened, I kept telling myself.

It was only then that I started to have misgivings. Yes, it had happened; I had fucked my wife's sister. What now? Would everything change from now on? Would Leah still love me? Would she become jealous? Would it happen again? Rachel was almost 15 years younger than Leah; would I prefer fucking her to fucking my wife? I couldn't see how things would ever be the same again. I couldn't envisage a cozy menage a trois; that sort of thing only happened in porn fantasies. Yet there they were: two beautiful naked women lying next to me. I loved them both. I wanted them both. I wanted what had happened; to happen again. I wanted to fuck my wife and I wanted to fuck her sister. I wanted to fuck them both.

Almost perspiring in my state of confusion I lay rigid. I didn't dare wake them up in case all they had to say were regrets. I didn't want my dream shattered. In the end I crept from the bed, grabbed my bath robe and went into the kitchen. I didn't really have anything in mind, but something told me that what was needed was a quick dose of normality. What I didn't want was Leah waking up and thinking, ‘Oh my god, this has all been a terrible mistake, what have I done?’ I certainly didn't want the kind of conversation that starts with, ‘Darling, we have to talk.’ I didn't want to give her the chance to think and the only way I could think of to do that was with a dose of domesticity.

Half an hour later I entered the bedroom carrying a tray of supper. The sisters were still dozing, but sat up as soon as I put the tray on the bed.

“What's this?” smiled Leah.

“Supper,” I said needlessly. “I thought you deserved it.”

Rachel giggled. “I suppose we need to keep our strength up.”

“Definitely,” agreed Leah.

They looked sexily at me, completely without any expressions of guilt or regret, and I allowed myself a small feeling that things might be alright after all. Shamelessly they sat with their tits invitingly naked and we dug into our supper.

That night I went to bed early. I didn't want to have the conversation with Leah I knew we would have to have sooner or later. I was too confused and I didn't have the energy. It was a work day the following day, so when Leah came to bed she didn't expect any lovemaking. I pretended to be dozing, so all she did was say, “Goodnight, lover,” kiss me and turn over. I lay awake for a long time worrying about everything.

The next week passed fairly uneventfully. Whether Leah and Rachel talked over what had happened I didn't know, but I suspected they did; didn't they talk about everything? But when I was around, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that the subject wouldn't be brought up. Rachel slept in her own room. Leah and I fucked a couple of times, as enjoyably and lovingly as ever but almost wordlessly. Somehow I got the feeling that she was waiting for me to start the conversation. Perhaps this fantasy 3-way was just a passing impulse? She didn't give the impression she regretted anything. If possible, she seemed even more loving than before. She lost no opportunity to touch and kiss me. It felt as if she were trying to reassure me that things were still good between us. Leah’s respect for me had grown, so had her devotion.

Rachel, too, seemed to go out of her way to be affectionate, touching and kissing me quite openly, whether when Leah was around or when we were alone.

On the following Friday evening we were lounging in the living room wondering what to do.

“Don't you want to go out?” I asked Rachel. “It's Friday.”

“I'd rather stay in and drink wine with you guys,” she said. “If that's okay with you.”

“Of course,” smiled Leah. She got up. “I'll open a bottle.”

Later the three of us were cozily snuggled together on the sofa, the second bottle half empty on the coffee table in front of us. The unwritten rule was clear. I always sat between them.

“This is the kind of Friday I like,” murmured Rachel, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Me too,” said Leah, giving me a kiss. “What about you, darling? How do you like having two beautiful women all to yourself?

“Oh, I like it,” I said carefully.

“After what you did for us last weekend,” she continued. This is it, I thought. This is the conversation I'd been dreading. “We thought we should do something for you.”

My mind went into overdrive. No recriminations? No regrets? No change of heart?

“Don't look so worried,” Rachel put in. “We're not going to rape you.”

Leah laughed. “Not unless you want us to.”

She put her hand on my thigh and gave me another kiss. I could taste wine. I felt her hand move to my cock. Instantly it started to grow.

“That's what I like,” she smiled. “A cock that responds to me.”

“That's what I like too,” said Rachel, her eyes fixed on her sister's hand.

“Touch it,” invited Leah. “You won't mind, will you, Jake darling?'

“Not at all,” I said, not daring to disagree with anything being suggested.

“I love to feel it growing hard under his jeans,” Leah said to her sister.

Rachel put a tentative hand on my thigh. Leah took it and placed it where her own had been.

“Can you feel it?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” murmured Rachel. “It feels really hard already.”

“That's because he's turned on. Aren't you, darling?'

“Hmm,” I agreed.

She started to move her sister's hand up and down my erection. “Stroke it,” she urged. “He loves to have his cock stroked through his jeans.”

Rachel started to stroke my cock. Leah let go of her hand and rested it on my abdomen. “Don't tense up, darling,” she smiled. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

“If you insist,” I said. It's difficult relaxing when a beautiful woman is stroking your cock, but I tried.

Rachel pressed a little harder and after a while tried to wrap her fingers around my shaft. “I can't grip it properly,” she complained.

“In that case,” grinned Leah, “you'd better take it out. It could probably do with an airing.” She gave me a long kiss while Rachel fiddled with my belt buckle and zip.

I felt the release as my cock was freed from the restraint of my jeans, then Rachel's hand finding its way into the gap of my boxers. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingertips touched the flesh of my cock, then her fingers were firmly wrapped around it and she was pulling it out into the open air.

Leah ended our kiss and looked down at my lap, where my cock was standing in her sister's firm grip. “Is that better, darling?” she asked me.

“Oh yes,” I murmured.

Rachel looked at her sister. “Show me what you do,” she said. “I want to learn to masturbate him as well as you do.”

“Okay,” said my wife. She took my cock in her hand and, barely touching, stroked it slowly up and down. “First you start really gently. And vary where you touch it,” she added. “Like this.” For a while she concentrated on the shaft, gently stretching my skin as her hand went to the base of my cock, then releasing it as her hand travelled up again. She gently rubbed her fingertips over my crown and under the prepuce. “He particularly loves the crown being played with, don't you, Jacob?'

“Oh yes,” I murmured.

“Now you do it,” urged Leah.

Rachel took my cock in her hand and Leah and I watched as she slowly played with it. She seemed fascinated by what she was doing, experimenting with stretching my foreskin, then playing her fingertips over my crown and gently opening and closing the slit. “It feels lovely,” she murmured, “all hard and silky at the same time.”

Leah gave me a long kiss as I felt the delicious sensations of Rachel's hand moving over my cock. Deep moans came from my throat.

Leah smiled at me. “Is she doing it right, Jacob?'

“Oh yes,” I murmured.

“You can grip it a bit harder now,” Leah told her sister.

“Like this?” Rachel's hand gripped my cock more firmly and stroked me steadily from top to bottom and back again. I could feel the pleasure start to build.

“Do you want Rachel to make you come, Jacob,” asked Leah, “or do you want to rest for a while?'

What Rachel was doing felt great, but I knew it usually took quite a time for me to come just from a hand-job. I suspected they both had other things in mind. “I'm in your hands,” I smiled at them. “Do whatever you want.”

“Okay,” said Leah. “Let go for a bit,” she told Rachel. “Let it rest.” I felt Rachel's hand leave my cock as Leah planted another long kiss on my lips. Then she turned my face towards Rachel and I felt Rachel's warm soft lips on my mouth. She moaned throatily as her tongue sought mine. For a while I was passed between them like a shared meal.

“How do you like Rachel?” asked Leah. “Is she a good kisser?'

“It must be because you're sisters,” I grinned. “I find it difficult to differentiate between you.”

Leah looked down at my cock, still standing hard and proud. “Ah, look at it, all lonely down there. I think Big Jake wants to be kissed too.”

She bent her head and I felt her tongue on my crown. Then her lips closed round it.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed.

Rachel watched, her lips apart. “Show me, Leah,” she murmured. “I want to learn how to suck his cock, too.”

“Okay.” My wife held my cock out for her sister to take. “Sit here on the coffee table and take him into both of your hands, gently. First, lick it all over. Slowly.”

Rachel followed the instructions to the letter. I felt the exquisite sensations of her tongue sliding over the crown.

“Don't take it in your mouth straightaway. Tease him. It drives him wild. Doesn't it, Jacob?” She smiled wickedly up at me.

“You should know,” I said.

For a time, Rachel licked my cock, lingering over the crown and occasionally putting the tip of her tongue in the slit.

“Lick under the crown,” advised Leah. “He loves that.”

I felt Rachel's tongue under the rim of the crown, a really sensitive spot. It was exquisite. I heard myself moan in encouragement.

“Is she doing it right, Jacob?” Leah asked me. “Does it feel good?'

“Oh yes,” I murmured.

“Stand up, Jacob,” she said. “It'll be easier for Rachel.”

I stood up and faced Rachel sitting on the low table in front of me, my cock at exactly the same level as her mouth. Leah eased my jeans and boxers down my legs and off my fee; then pulled my t-shirt over my head. “Very nice,” she said admiringly.

“Hot,” agreed Rachel.

The two women were still fully clothed, but it felt oddly arousing to be naked in front of them. Rachel leant forward and resumed her licking of my cock.

“You can put it in your mouth now,” Leah told her, standing beside me caressing my stomach.

I looked down and watched Rachel slide her mouth over my cock. Leah reached round and held the base. With her other hand she turned my face to hers and locked my mouth in a long passionate kiss. I felt Rachel's mouth moving slowly up and down my shaft. I moaned deep in my throat. Leah's tongue thrashed together with mine.

When she released me, she murmured. “I love holding your cock as you're being sucked off, Jacob. It feels very hard.”

“I love you holding it too,” I smiled.

She smiled back. “You and Rachel look really hot together, with your cock in her mouth.”

I could barely think with the sensations running through my body, so I just said, “I love you, darling.”

She kissed me. “I love you too. I love watching you being sucked off by my lovely little sister.”

Rachel was leaning forward, eagerly taking almost the full length of my cock in her mouth, savoring it, then pulling back and swirling her tongue and lips around the crown. One hand slipped round to my ass and held me while the other gently cupped and caressed my balls. Then Rachel’s fingers rubbed under my sack while her thumb swirled around my sphincter. It drove me nuts.

 Leah continued to hold my cock at the base. I felt hands and lips everywhere. I was dying with the exquisite sensations.

“How do you like being sucked off by your sister-in-law while your wife watches?” Leah asked, her eyes bright.

“I love it,” I moaned.

“Are you close to coming?'

“Soon,” I murmured.

“Let it happen,” she urged. “I want to see you come inside her mouth.”

I had been wanting to do just that, but had been worried that Rachel might not have been prepared for it. But as soon as Leah spoke, Rachel thrust me deeper into her throat, as if wanting me to go ahead. I started to move my hips back and forth. My cock slid in and out of Rachel's mouth. I could feel the back of her throat at the deepest point, then the play of her tongue as she let it slide almost out into the open. At the same time, Leah moved her hand in sync with my movements, inasmuch as she could with most of my cock in Rachel's mouth. The two movements of hand and mouth were doing wonderful things to my cock. If they continued I knew I would soon be coming.

“That feels so good,” I moaned.

Rachel took me even deeper into her mouth and Leah locked my lips in another long kiss.

“Enjoying yourself, Jacob?” She breathed when she released my mouth.

“You know I am.”

“I love to see you having pleasure,” she murmured. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too,” I said, half-insensible with exquisite sensations.

She gave me a quick kiss, then moved to sit on the low table beside Rachel. “I want to watch you come,” she said, her eyes gleaming. She put an arm round her sister's shoulders and the other around my middle. I felt her hand on my ass cheek, gently pushing me forward, encouraging me to put my cock further into Rachel's mouth. The sight of her excited face next to her sister eagerly sucking my cock was enough to tip me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building.

“I'm coming,” I warned them.

“Go on,” urged my wife. “Come in Rach's mouth. Let it happen.”

I felt the first load climb into my cock and empty itself into Rachel's eager mouth. I half expected her to pull back, but instead she took a quick deep nostril breath and thrust my cock even deeper. Leah moved her hand from her sister's shoulder to under her jaw. I could feel it caressing the end of my cock through the skin of Rachel's face. I blasted again.

“Keep coming, Jacob,” urged Leah. “Swallow his come, Rachel,” she told her sister. “He loves it when I swallow.”

Rachel kept my cock in her mouth when I jerked a third time. I could feel her tongue exploring my slit and around the crown. I thought I might explode from sensations that were almost too exquisite to bear. I came again and again into her warm mouth. With the encouragement of Leah's hand, Rachel swallowed it all, keeping my cock deep in her mouth the whole time. Even as my cock began to soften, she still held it between her lips, though allowed more of it to come out. Gently she caressed it with her tongue, swallowing hard, to extract the last bits of jizz.

“Oh fuck, that's so good,” I murmured.

Leah stood up and put her arms around me. “Happy, darling?'

“I'll tell you,” I said with a smile, “when I've worked out where I am.”

“Do you like coming in Rach's mouth?'

“Oh yes,' I emphasized

“No regrets?' Leah pressed.

“No.” I was too satisfied and too exhausted to think of anything much.

“I don't have any regrets either.” Leah assured me.

“That's a relief,” I said, kissing her. “I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't been here. It was such a turn-on having you beside me. You liked it too, didn't you?' I pleaded.

She kissed me long and hard. “Of course I did. You know I love watching you come. I just love giving you pleasure and I knew you'd enjoy Rachel sucking you off.” She smiled down at Rachel, who was slowly releasing my softening cock from her mouth, then nudged me gently. “You should kiss her, Jacob, and say thank you.”

I sank down on the sofa and took Rachel's beautiful face in my hands. “Thank you. That was amazing.”

“Did I do it right?” she asked. “Did it feel good?'

For answer I kissed her sweet lips. I caught the faint taste of my salty jizz. “Of course you did it right. You could raise a man from the dead.”

“Did you like it when I swallowed your come?' Rachel was beaming.

“Of course. How did you like the taste?'

She made a face. “I don't know. It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to think about it.” She smiled. “I loved the feeling of your cock when you were coming though. It jerked all over the place, like you were having spasms or something.”

“I like that too,” said Leah, sitting beside me. “He felt entranced & helpless, didn't he? It's a real turn-on knowing you're doing that to him.”

They both laughed and nudged me playfully.

“Torturers,” I said. “I'm nothing but your plaything.”

Rachel gave me a long kiss. “Play,” she laughed. “Just what I like.”

Leah turned my face to her and gave me a longer kiss, pushing me way back on the sofa. I was naked and half sitting, half lying between my two beautiful women. I was exhausted but happy. My cock lay limply against my thigh. Leah regarded it with amusement.

“It looks like the batteries are flat.”

When we had finished the second bottle of wine I felt a bit more lively. I offered to do to the girls what Rachel had done for me. “You can't go to bed without orgasms.”

Leah shook her head. “Save your strength. You're going to be busy this weekend.” She winked at Rachel and they both burst into laughter. “But you can watch us masturbate if you like.”

That sounded a treat. “Okay, if you're sure.” I said in a puzzled tone.

She pointed to the chair opposite the sofa. “Sit over there, then you'll be able to see everything.”

Despite my tiredness, my cock gave a little stir. I pictured some lesbian passion. “Are you going to put on a show for me?

Leah shook her head. “Not the kind of show you imagine,” she laughed. “We're sisters. We're not into each other that way. Sorry to disappoint you, but it'll be solo action only.”

I wasn't disappointed. “I'm very happy with that,” I smiled. “You know how much I love to see you bring yourself off.”

Rachel pushed her jeans down to her feet and off. “And now you'll be able to see me too,” she smiled wickedly.

They slouched back on the sofa, facing me, with their feet up on the edge of the coffee table. Rachel kept her knickers on at first, and played with her nipples only through the cotton of her top. Even so, I could see she had beautiful tits, firm and sensual. More uninhibited than her sister, Leah immediately stripped off completely and spread her legs. “I'm so horny,” she explained, “I could come any minute.”

One of Rachel's hands caressed a tit while the other started fingering her cotton-covered cunt. Gradually she lost her modesty and let her legs part. Leah was already busy exploring the folds of her labia. “God, I'm so wet,” she murmured. Both women closed their eyes and let their heads fall back. My eyes flicked between the two. It was fascinating to see how differently they stimulated themselves. Surprisingly Rachel used a slower, more modest approach, only after some minutes moving her knickers aside so that she could touch her cunt directly.

“Like what you see, Jake?” murmured Leah, already breathing heavily.

“You look beautiful,” I said. “Both of you.”

Despite having just come, my cock started stirring and was soon semi-erect. I didn't touch it though. I didn't want to be distracted from the picture in front of me. Besides, I doubted if I could come so soon after being sucked off by Rachel.

Leah was holding her labia apart with the fingers of one hand while the other played directly with her clit. “Oh God, I'm going to come,” she moaned. “The two of you watching me is such a turn-on.”

I glanced at Rachel. It was true. She was still gently stroking her cunt, but her attention was fixed on her sister. “Go for it, Leah,” she smiled.

Leah's fingers became more animated as she rushed towards her climax. “Oh yes, I'm coming,” she moaned and her body lifted from the sofa as if to press harder against her fingers. “Oh yes.”

She arched her back against the sofa as her body started to shake. She looked so beautiful I had to go over next to her and take her in my arms. “Hold me, hold me,” Leah breathed as she scooted her ass down on my lap. “Oh God, it feels so good.” I held both her tits and kissed her neck sensually, as her convulsions continued and gradually slowed. “Oh God, that happened so quickly. I was almost coming from the moment I touched my clit.” Leah turned on my lap, facing Rachel, so she could wrap her arms around my neck, as her soft lips found mine. They felt swollen and open. Her tongue explored my mouth. I felt her relax into my arms.

“God, that was hot,” we heard Rachel say. “My turn now.”

My wife gently got off my lap and pushed me. “Hold her,” she said. “Hold her while she makes herself come like you do with me.”

“If you're sure.” I gave her a last kiss then shuffled along to put my arm round Rachel. She had jettisoned her top and knickers by then and was as naked as Leah and I. She leaned against me as she played with her cunt. She turned her face to me and I kissed her. It felt the natural thing to do, even knowing my wife was sitting next to us.

“I love you,” she murmured. “Do you love me a little?'

“I love you too,” I said. “More than a little.”

“Hold me tight,” Rachel begged, then got on my lap.

I obliged. It seemed to encourage her fingers to speed up. Gradually her breathing became more ragged. Her hips moved up and down in time to the movement of her fingers. I watched them as they parted her labia and concentrated on the hard nub of her clit. “Oh yes, that's it,” she murmured throatily.

I felt Leah squirm along the sofa to snuggle up to me. I felt her other hand reach up stroking my hair. Rachel turned her face to me and Leah's hand pressed my head down to meet it. “Kiss her, Jake,” she murmured in my ear. “Show her you love her. Help her come.”

I kissed Rachel's mouth. Her lips opened and she thrust her tongue convulsively into my mouth. I could tell from her spasmodic movements she was about to come, but even as her orgasm began she didn't stop our kiss. I could hear her moaning. It came from deep inside her, travelled straight into my mouth and echoed inside my head. Leah murmured encouragement as her sister's orgasm burst through her. “That's it, Rachel, let it happen.”

With her mouth fastened to mine Rachel couldn't speak, but her inarticulate moans continued as she came again and again. I could hardly believe I was holding and kissing her while my wife was hugging me and murmuring loving encouragement. Gradually her movements slowed and I could feel her body collapsing against mine. Her lips slid away.

“Fuck,” she said eventually. “That was easily the best orgasm I've ever given myself.” She gave me a weary kiss. “Thank you.”

I turned towards Leah. “Thank you, Jake,” she said before I could speak, “for letting us come in our own way and not insisting on fucking us.”

“My pleasure,” I grinned. “It was hot being part of it. Anyway,” I added, “after what Rachel did for me, I'm not sure I could have managed any fucking.”

After that, we just sprawled together on the sofa. There was lots of kissing and cuddling and declarations of love, then someone suggested we should clear up and go to bed.

“Good idea.” Leah smiled at me as she got up and gathered her clothes. “You need your beauty sleep.”

Without discussing it, we all went to our usual bedrooms, Leah and I to our grand palatial marriage bed, Rachel to her single. I cuddled Leah beneath the duvet.

“Are you sure you're okay,” I asked her, “about what happened this evening?'

She kissed me warmly. “More than happy, Jake. I told you, I want you to enjoy Rachel as much as you enjoy me.”

I offered to fuck Leah, but she said she was too tired. It was a bit of a relief; I was feeling pretty knackered myself.

When I woke up the next morning I was alone in our bed. I lay there thinking about the previous evening. Had it all been a dream? Had I really enjoyed oral sex by Rachel with Leah's enthusiastic encouragement, then watched the two of them masturbate each other’s cunt in front of me? It sounded like a ridiculous fantasy, but the memory was enough to give me the beginnings of a morning erection.

The door opened and Rachel walked in. “Morning, lover,” she grinned. “Feeling fit?” She was dressed in a shapeless old t-shirt that came to below her ass, but she still looked like sex on legs.

“Where's Leah?” I asked, sitting up.

“She's having a shower, then she said she'll make breakfast for us.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “I've been told to entertain you until it's ready.”

“Are you going to sing to me?” I asked wittily.

“That wouldn't entertain you,” she laughed. “Besides, Leah was quite specific.”

“Oh yes?'

For answer, she slipped the t-shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful naked body.

“Now that's entertaining,” I said. My cock stiffened instantly.

Rachel pulled back the duvet and climbed in beside me. Her warm body pressed up against mine. She wrapped a leg over my thighs and her hand found my cock.

“Oh, a stiffy already,” she grinned. “I'm flattered.”

Much as I wanted her, I still felt a small twinge of guilt. “Are you sure Leah doesn't mind about this?'

“Mind?” said Rachel. “She practically ordered me. Stop looking so worried and kiss me.”

I kissed her. Immediately her lips opened and her tongue sought mine. She murmured throatily and pressed her pelvis against me. She felt like an animal in heat. Convulsively she grasped my cock.

“Oh good,” she murmured, “it's just as hard as I remember it.”

I rolled her onto her back and started caressing and kissing her wonderful firm tits. She lay back and closed her eyes. “That's lovely,” she murmured. “Keep doing that.”

She kept a firm grip of my cock, slowly moving her hand back and forth. It felt good, but it wasn't going to make me come. I decided she could do that for as long as she liked.

“Do you love me?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

“You know I do,” I said.

“As much as you love Leah?'

I toyed with lying, but what would be the point? Rachel would tell Leah whatever I said and Leah always knew when I was lying, even when she wasn't actually in front of me.

“Yes,” I said. “I love you both as much as each other.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You've no idea how special that makes me feel. I love you too. More than I can say.”

She looked at me so earnestly I thought she was going to cry. I kissed her for a long time as our bodies pressed together. After a while I felt her legs part. I pushed the duvet off and looked down at her smooth young body.

“You're beautiful, Rachel,” I murmured.

“You're not so bad-looking yourself,” she grinned, giving my cock a gentle squeeze.

I slid my hand down to her cunt and slipped my fingers between her lips.

“Make me wet,” she urged.

I moved a finger slowly into her cunt. It was already slippery with her juices. I spread them over her cunt lips and gently massaged.

“Oh yes,” she murmured.

Her lips soon became swollen and silky. They felt gorgeous.

“Would you like me to suck you?” I asked.

“It's tempting,” she smiled, “but right now I want you to fuck me. And so does Leah,” she added with an even bigger smile.

“I always do what my wife tells me,” I laughed. “Did she tell you what position we should use?'

“She left that up to us,” she laughed, “but I'd like you to stand by the bed and fuck me while I lie on my back.”

Dutifully I got into position and she lay back on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. I lifted her ass a little so that her cunt was on the same level as my cock. She took it in both hands and put the tip to her cunt. “Oh yes,” she breathed. “Put it in me.”

I thrust slowly forward and my cock slid easily into her wet opening. “Oh fuck,” she murmured, “that feels so good.”

Slowly I began to move in and out. Her cunt felt marvelous, silky and warm. I leant forward and caressed her tits. Her hips rose and fell in time to my thrusts. Every time I went deep into her, she gave a little moan of pleasure. I decided I wouldn't rush at it, but keep it nice and slow to make it last as long as possible.

“Oh yes,” Rachel smiled up at me with hooded eyes, “keep doing that.”

We were both totally engrossed for some minutes, so I didn't hear the door open. When I felt a hand on my back it came as a complete surprise.

“You're enjoying yourselves,” said Leah.

“Oh yes,” breathed her sister. She didn't miss a beat.

I couldn't think of anything to say, but it was hardly necessary. Leah immediately climbed into bed and faced me as she kneeled over Rachel’s torso. Leah covered my mouth with hers and gave me a long passionate kiss. Her hand dropped to my ass and caressed my cheeks.

“Don't let me interrupt anything,” she smiled when she released me. “You look very sexy with your cock buried in my sister's cunt.”

“She told me,” I said, somewhat apologetically, “that you practically insisted on it.”

“I did,” she smiled, “so don't stop. I can see she loves what you're doing.”

She knelt facing me and hugged me, then leaned down to watch my cock going in and out of her sister's cunt.

“How does my husband's cock feel, Rachel?” she asked as she hooked her index finger around my shaft and massaged Rachel’s clit with her thumb.

“Glorious,” came the answer. “I keep wanting him to go faster, but he's teasing me. I'm going mad.”

Leah laughed. “Poor you. If you can bear it, Rachel, stop a minute, darling,” she said, turning to me. “I want to see your cock.”

Though I was moving in a good rhythm to get me close to coming, I did what she asked.

“Take it out,” she said, her eyes gleaming. She put her hand around the base as I withdrew it from Rachel's clutching lips. As I watched, she bent her head to it and took it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue licking all around the shaft and the crown. Fuck, it felt wonderful.

“You'll make me come,” I warned her.

She slid it from her mouth. “We can't have that. Rachel wants you to come inside her, don't you?'

“Yes,” said Rachel. “And soon, please.”

“You'd better oblige then, Jake,” she smiled at me. She pointed my cock at her sister's sopping cunt and urged me to enter her by pulling on my ass. “Come inside her while I kiss you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'

I couldn't answer. I was too full of the sensations coursing through my cock as it was gripped by Rachel's cunt. Leah locked my mouth in a long kiss and thrust her tongue down my throat. I moaned involuntarily. I started moving faster, thrusting harder into Rachel's warm opening. Being kissed by Leah while fucking her sister was making my head explode. I felt as if I was in some kind of sex heaven. Rachel was moaning incoherently, her hips rising and falling convulsively. Her moans rose in pitch and I knew she was close to coming. Her cunt went into spasms as the first wave hit her.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming,” she burst out.

“Keep fucking her, Jake,” breathed Leah, releasing my mouth momentarily. “Give her a good one.”

I could feel my own orgasm on the verge, but vowed to hold it in check until Rachel had completely finished hers. Somehow I wanted her to savor my coming without the distraction of her own. I kept up a firm rhythm while wave after wave went through her, her moans coming with every thrust of my cock. With a final “oh fuck,” she finished and I felt her body go loose. I speeded up then, suspecting that when I came she might have another, perhaps even stronger, orgasm. Her mouth locked on mine, I could feel Leah murmuring encouragement as my orgasm burst on me. I shot my come into Rachel's welcoming cunt, again and again. Leah pressed her mouth harder against mine, while her hand clutched my ass cheek and forced me forward.

“I can feel your come,” moaned Rachel, “It's hot.”

She started moving herself forward again, as if to get more of my cock inside her. As I shot more come into her, her hips rose and fell helplessly.

“I'm coming again,” she breathed raggedly. “Oh fuck, that's lovely.”

I shot my final load into her as her second orgasm hit. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to it, her body convulsing helplessly. Leah finally let go of my mouth and we both watched her sister enjoying her sexual release. She looked beautiful, her legs wide apart, her firm young tits rising and falling with every gulped breath, her eyes hooded as she looked at us both with undisguised ecstasy.

“I love it,” she murmured, “I just love being fucked.”

Sometime later we had the breakfast Leah had prepared for us all. She looked happily from me to Rachel and back again. “I so love you two,” she said. “The two loveliest people in the world.”

We went shopping, did a bit of washing, made some calls, did all the things we usually did at the weekend, and eventually the evening came round. I knew something was going to happen. Hadn't the girls been laughing and giggling together all day, occasionally clutching me in loving embraces and planting big wet kisses on my lips? By the time we'd cleared the dinner things into the dishwasher I felt all three of us were as horny as hell. As if in unspoken agreement, both Rachel and I looked at Leah for guidance. Wasn't she the main instigator of this exciting sexual ménage we found ourselves in? To my surprise she wanted me and Rachel to fuck again.

“That's not fair on you, darling,” I objected. “You and I haven't fucked so far this weekend. Don't you want me anymore?” I was joking, but a little bit of me had a nagging suspicion; maybe what I had feared had started to happen. Maybe she thought she could pass me over to Rachel. Maybe she didn't want me anymore. My heart missed a beat. I loved my wife. I couldn't bear the thought of her no longer loving me.

She quelled my fear with a long fierce kiss. “Of course I want you, my darling,” she said seriously. “It's just that I don't want Rachel to be left out.”

She compromised with an arrangement we were all happy with. After a lot of slow undressing of each other, kissing and caressing and fondling of pussies and cock, I lay on my back, Leah sat astride my hips facing my feet and Rachel knelt over my face. My cock felt warm and at home inside my wife's cunt and I could feast on her little sister's silky labia and clit at the same time.

When Leah came, she let out her usual chorus of loud moans and cries, then tried to get off me.

“I haven't come yet,” I objected.

“Save it for Rachel,” she said.

“No, I want to come in you.” I held her in place with my hands and she only put up a token resistance.

“It's true,” she said, turning to smile down at me, “I love having your cock inside me when you come.”

Moments later, I could feel Rachel begin to climax, which was enough to bring on my own orgasm. While she jerked helplessly on my face I shot my come into Leah's open cunt.

Somehow, despite all three of us having had orgasms, I knew that wasn't the end of the evening. I was right. Leah brought us reviving drinks and pretty soon she insisted that I fuck Rachel. “And make sure you come in her,” she smiled.

“Why is that so important?” I asked, smiling back.

“Because that's the best part,” she said, as if it were obvious.

So I fucked Rachel and came in her. It was as great as the first time I had fucked her. She had an orgasm.

Leah watched it all and kissed me throughout and afterwards said, “Thank you, Jake.”

“It should be me,” I smiled, “thanking both of you. Two beautiful women; it's every man's dream.”

“Is it?” she laughed. “That's not why we're doing it.”

“Then why are you?” I asked.

“Because we love you,” she said, kissing me. “Don't we, Rachel?'

“Love you to bits,” said Rachel, kissing me in turn.

A few days later, when Leah and I were in bed after an evening of threesome sex, I decided it was safe to discuss what was happening. I no longer feared Leah was going off me or planning to somehow hand me over to Rachel while she went looking for another man to have more exciting sex with. On the contrary I had never seen her so happy.

When I was fucking Rachel; which they both wanted me to do more and more frequently; she loved to embrace and kiss one of us or watch us from the couch or a chair. Even when I was fucking or sucking Leah, she would insist her sister lay alongside and embraced either me or herself. Rachel, too, seemed more than happy with the situation. She took to wearing very little around the house, much to my distraction and Leah's amusement. It was almost as if my wife were encouraging her sister to titillate me. When she appeared one evening in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thong, she threw her arms around me and declared she'd like to have her brains fucked out now, please. Leah, who was cooking pasta at the time, laughed and said, “Go ahead. This won't be ready for another ten minutes.” She kissed me and started undoing my jeans. “Why don't you bend her over the table here, so I can watch?'

So I stripped her knickers off, bent her over the table and fucked her from behind, much to everyone's delight.

“That should give you an appetite,” laughed Leah when we'd both come.

So, anyway, I decided it was safe to discuss the subject. “So what's this all about?” I asked her.

“What's what all about?'

“You know. You wanting me to fuck Rachel practically every minute of the day.”

“I told you, I want her to feel loved. It’s not just another of my many fantasies. It’s what I want for all of us, all the time.”

I smiled. “Oh, I think she knows she's loved by now. And before you say anything,” I added quickly, “I know having sex is not the same as being in love, but, yes, she is loved. And now I know you don't mind me saying it, yes, I love her as much as I love you.”

“And she loves you as much as I do. And before you ask me how I know,” she added, smiling, “I know because she told me.”

“So now,” I said slowly, as the implications started to sink in, “I have two wives.”

“If you like,” she smiled.

And suddenly, like a light-bulb going on, I knew what it was all about. My heart sank like a stone. “Oh my God,” I breathed, hardly daring to say it, “you've got some illness. You're going to die.”

She stared at me for a moment, then burst out laughing. It wasn't the reaction I'd been anticipating. “No, Jake,” she said, when she'd stopped laughing, “I'm not dying, and I haven't been preparing Rachel to take my place.

“Thank God for that,” I said, relief flooding my body as quickly as a moment ago fear had. “So if you're not dying, why are you throwing Rachel and me together?'

She kissed me. “I've already told you, darling. Now we both love you, and we want you to love both of us. So just enjoy us and stop worrying.”

So I did.

The New Reality

And when Rachel became pregnant I didn't stop enjoying them. Though out of consideration for her sister's condition, Leah no longer insisted on me fucking Rachel so often. The implications didn't take long to sink in. I'd always thought Rachel was on the pill. I'd been merrily fucking her with no thought that I might make her pregnant. It was one thing fucking my wife's sister; I'd grown used to the idea that Leah actually wanted me to. But surely giving her a child was something else. Rachel having a baby would change everything. I said as much to Leah.

“What makes you say that?” she asked.

"Where is she going to live?” I started. “And I know being a single mother is not such a big deal these days, but it's not exactly easy either.”

“As to where she'll live,” said Leah, “I thought you wouldn't object to her living with us. We all love each other. What's to stop us staying together?'

I took only a minute to consider it. The truth is, I'd been thinking along the same lines myself, but didn't think it was my decision. “I don't object. In fact I'd love her to stay with us.”

“That's settled then,” said Leah, giving me a kiss.

“Hadn't we better ask her first?” I put in.

“We've already discussed it. She's delighted, of course.”

I might have known they'd have decided it all between them. “So we become sort of live-in aunt and uncle to Rachel's baby?'

“We were thinking more along the lines of parents. You are the father, after all.”

“Right,” I said slowly. A father. It's what I'd always wanted to be.

“Jake, darling;” Leah started to launch into yet another enlightening point; “You have no shame to bear in this. Your name is Jacob. I don’t mean to get all moralistic with you, but there were two sisters whom three great world religions all agree were matriarchs of God’s grand design. Leah and Rachel were both married to Abraham’s grandson, Jacob. From Jacob’s bed came the 12 sons, or tribes, of Israel. But also, half those kids Jacob had, were from sleeping with household slaves whom Leah & Rachel coerced him to impregnate.”

I’d completely forgot those stories from my childhood Sunday school. The Southern Baptists always sort of whitewashed the polygamy & slavery issue. But the truth is that I was in a marriage arrangement like the one that predated all the sacramental rituals of the Mosaic & Christian era. The patriarch Jacob, was born to two parents who got married ‘in God’s eyes’ just by saying ‘yes’ to each other & going to bed together.

“Oh, shit!” I said, with a more dignified composure. “If the community wants to shame our loving home, they can fuck off and reread the bible, damn it!”

The moralistic shame lifted off me and I felt 50 pounds lighter.

Leah wrapped her arms around me and whispered; “My sister Rachel and I, both love you and all the children we may eventually have. We have no shame as long as we all devote ourselves to this love and diligent parenting. Half the men in the community can’t make even one woman happy in a lifelong partnership. You, Jacob; are fully capable of caring for 2 devoted women.  Rachel and I are never going to let insecurities and jealousy rob us of this better home.”

So Rachel had our baby girl and both Leah and I were at the birth and it was the most amazing experience of my life. I loved being a dad. The three of us doted on our little girl, Leah at least as much as Rachel and I. And when, eighteen months later, Rachel gave birth to a boy, I was even happier.

When Leah finally told me the real reason why she had been so enthusiastic about me and Rachel fucking, I felt more love for her than ever. It must have been terrible for her, knowing that she could never have children and knowing how much I wanted them.

“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked Leah.

“I was on the point of it,” she said, tears in her eyes, “so many times. But I was so afraid of losing you, I didn't dare.”

“You wouldn't have lost me, Leah;” I said, holding her. “I wanted children, but you matter more to me.”

“I know that now,” she said, “but I wanted children too. I didn't know what to do.”

“So you and Rachel came up with a plan.”

She nodded. “Well, I didn’t have a slave girl to sleep with you, so I had to find someone else.” She smirked. “No, actually, It was Rachel's idea, initially. She knew how much I wanted children but couldn't have them. She offered to be a surrogate, but I didn't want her to be just that. I couldn't bear the thought of taking her child from her. We discussed things for days. Finally we decided the best thing would be for her to move in here, so we could see how we all got on. I knew she liked you; she wouldn't have suggested being a surrogate if she hadn't.”

“Weren't you jealous of her?” I asked.

“Not a bit,” she said. “She's my sister. I love her as much as I love you. I knew she was already half in love with you, because she'd told me as much. What I wanted was for you to love her too. I just needed you to know you had my permission to.”

I kissed her. “Well, that's certainly true.”

She held me tight. “I'm so glad it's all worked out as I'd hoped. Now we're a real loving family. The only thing that's different is that our children have three parents.” She thought for a moment. “There's just one thing.”

“What's that?'

“We need to get a bigger bed.”

By Bobbi R for Literotica