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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 f*****g. 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 c**k still buried in her open c**t, 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 c**k in Rachel's c**t, the eagerness of Leah's lips on mine, her excited encouragement as I f****d 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 f****d 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 f*****g her to f*****g 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 f**k my wife and I wanted to f**k her sister. I wanted to f**k 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 t**s 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 f****d 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 c**k. Instantly it started to grow. That's what I like, she smiled. A c**k 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 c**k stroked through his jeans. Rachel started to stroke my c**k. 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 c**k, 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 c**k 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 c**k, 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 c**k 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 m********e him as well as you do. Okay, said my wife. She took my c**k 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 c**k, 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 c**k 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 c**k. 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 c**k 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