Jacob’s Bed: Part 2Bedding 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.