Description: A year after settling into the survivalist community and building their new lives, Chris, Hannah, and Jessica decide to share a forbidden threesome.

I closed the door and felt my heart thundering in my chest.

This was…

Kind of insane.

I was about to do something that I had never actually done in my entire life, at least knowingly. I was about to be involved in a truly, genuinely incestuous threesome.

I had seen a million and one videos about mother-daughter tag teams in porn, and you had to wonder about all of them. There were a couple I believed, and I had to admit: that shit was hot. I think more people are into incest than they would ever admit out loud, let alone to themselves. But I also thought it was like a switch.

It was either on or off.

If it was off, then that thing, that mechanism in your head that was supposed to keep you from being able to develop sexual feelings for the people you shared your home with growing up, that thing worked. And you didn’t wanna rail your mom. You didn’t want to hold your big sister down and fuck her up the ass after giving her one hell of a hard spanking.

You didn’t fantasize about that one cool aunt showing up on your eighteenth birthday with a bottle of wine and a smile you’ve never quite seen before.

Okay, so, yeah, I’d thought about this a lot.

Obviously, from the moment I had actually met Jessica and Hannah, the thought had come immediately: how fucking AWESOME would it be to have a hot girl-on-girl threesome with these two? It would be so fucking awesome, beyond imagination.

Of course, it wasn’t on the table.

No way.

I thought that perhaps Jessica would be cool with it. There was just something about her...probably the biggest clue was that I had caught her checking out her own daughter. And she was being a little obvious about it.

And the few times she had realized I’d caught her, she’d given me a little smirk, glanced back briefly at Jessica’s chest or ass, whatever it was she was admiring, and then she’d turn away, usually walking away, swinging her hips, shaking her ass, because she knew I was looking.

I was convinced that Jessica would absolutely fuck her own daughter.

The problem, however, was Hannah.

Hannah was still awkward about the fact that her husband was regularly having loud, amazing sex with her own mother. That sometimes she walked into the room while they were having sex. Or, sometimes, if Jessica was feeling particularly impatient, she would walk in on him and Hannah fucking to hurry them up.

She was shy and strange about seeing her mother naked, though by now they did actually shower together if the occasion called for it. The first time I’d encountered it happening, some month ago, it had been quite the sight. I’d fucked Hannah against the wall because I’d been so turned on, and Jessica had just watched. And then I’d fucked Jessica against the wall after I’d made Hannah come, and then Hannah had watched.

That had been quite the session.

It was that session, or, more specifically, the days that followed, that truly convinced me I might have a shot of making it happen.

And then, a week ago, I accidentally had made it happen.

Me and Jessica were hanging out in my room. And by my room I mean my office that was also a bedroom, the place I went to be by myself or with just one girl. We’d gotten drunk, her more than me, and I’d let it slip.

“I’d give anything to have a threesome with you and Hannah.”

“Oh, really?” she had asked, deeply amused.

“Yeah...uh, shit. Um, you didn’t hear that. I’m drunk. I’m sorry. Shit.”

She had laughed, genuinely amused. “Oh my lord, Chris! Come on! Do you seriously expect me to believe that you don’t know the fact that I want to have sex with my own daughter?”

“I...didn’t want to assume,” I had replied, now suddenly awkward about it.

“Well, you don’t have to. Now you know: I want to have hot lesbian sex with my biological daughter, with Hannah, while you fucking rail our holes.”

“...do you really think we could make it work?”

“I don’t know. That’s the problem. I love Hannah so much, as a mother loves a daughter, not as a cougar loves a...whatever college-aged girls are called. I would never make her feel uncomfortable with this, because it’s a line you can’t uncross: finding out your parent wants to have sex with you. That’s...it has to be rough. And it’s great if she wants the same thing, but if she doesn’t? It would change the nature of our relationship forever, and not for the better.”

“Shit...that all makes a lot of sense...I’m sorry, Jessica.”

“Yeah, me too. Because ultimately we can’t. This is just teasing both of us...honestly, the only way we make this happen if she’s the one who initiates.”

“Well...we can dream, right?”

And then we had fucked.

And then, three days later, Jessica had pulled me aside and admitted to me that she had overheard our conversation. All of it. She knew. About everything. And she admitted, without actually looking at me, that she had only overheard it because she was sneaking out to listen to us having sex and masturbate to it.

Hearing that had made her realize she was actually attracted to her own mother, and did want to have sex with her. So, he’d taken her to Jessica, and they’d that conversation. Jessica seemed tentatively hopeful. Hannah seemed anxious, but also hopeful.

I was horny.

Just horny.

Out of my mind with it.

It had been a genuine struggle and thank the lord for Lara, but we’d managed to get this arranged. Everyone within our household was told, and asked to keep it a secret, which they had. This community...might not understand. Then again, maybe they would.

But then again again...it was none of their business.

So he had gotten the two horny redheads out to an isolated but well-stocked cabin. And it had just begun to snow as they’d gotten there.

“Guess were stuck here,” I said as I kicked my boots off.

“I guess we are,” Jessica murmured in agreement as she crouched before the fireplace and got a fire going.

“I’ll make dinner,” Hannah said.

“You’ve got a different kind of eating to do first, young lady,” Jessica murmured.

“Oh, yes ma’am,” Jessica replied, rolling her eyes.

“Hey! Watch it, girlie.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else your father is going to give you one hell of a spanking.”

Hannah looked at me, then scoffed. “He doesn’t look so tough.”

“That’s it,” I said, and began approaching her.

“Oh whatever, what’s daddy gonna do, huh? What’s-oof!” she cried as I picked her up.

I carried her to the bedroom, Jessica following with a greedy grin. I tossed her onto the bed where she bounced and flipped onto her back, glaring up at me.

“I’ve gotta admit,” I said as I took off my sweater, then sat down on the bed beside her and began the process of unlacing my boots, “you took to this really quickly.”

“I...have been having...thoughts, about, you know, stuff like...this, for a while now. So I’ve been kind of easing into it. And, you know, being really turned on by it is definitely a big helper.”

“It sure is,” Jessica murmured.

I looked over. She was leaning in the doorway, chewing on her lower lip.

“It is...so fucking weird to be fucking hit on by my mom,” Hannah muttered.

“Weird bad or weird good?” Jessica replied.

“Weird...good. Also weird-weird.”

“That’s fair.”

She joined us and began undressing as well.

“So, just to be completely clear again, no one else outside the house knows about this, right?” Hannah asked.

“Correct,” I replied. “We are sealed up. This is a secret.”

“Okay, cool. That’s honestly my biggest concern. I was kind of hoping to leave the whole ‘freak out about what people think about you’ thing behind in the face of the literal apocalypse, but here we are…” she muttered.

“I mean, it makes way more sense now, that instinct. It comes from the tens of thousands of years we lived in wandering bands and caves and small villages. That group that you were living with? They were your everything. Because there was a great chance there was nothing but death for a dozen miles in every direction. Ensuring that you remained part of that group was crucial, because you’d die if you were exiled,” I replied.

“Oh...that actually makes a ton of sense,” Jessica murmured.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hannah replied. “Are we doing this or what?”

“You turn into such a fucking cocky shithead sometimes, you know that?” I said, finishing with my boots and then twisting around.

She shrieked as I grabbed her ankle and yanked her towards me.

“Spank her,” Jessica said eagerly.

“Oh, believe me, I will.”

“You will not, you fuckhead!”

“That’s just making your spanking harder,” I replied, getting her snow pants off of her. Then her longjohns. I revealed her smooth, bare, pale legs. Shapely legs. She was in better shape than ever before, and she’d started from a pretty good position when we’d met. “But that’s what you want, so…”

“Oh bullshit! It is not what I want and I am offended by that accusation!” Hannah snapped.

I sighed and took off her shirt, then grabbed her and put her over my lap. Hannah was definitely a lot stronger now. But I was still significantly stronger than her. Handling them all (especially Susan, good God) was still a breeze.

“All right, now that I’ve got your attention, I wanted to ask you two questions,” I said.

“Oh, come on, Chris! We’re right at-ah!” she shrieked as he slapped her bare ass.

“Do not interrupt,” I replied. She sighed but otherwise held her peace. I chuckled. She was so different now. “First question: we sure about this? I mean really sure about this. I get that we’re kinda dancing along the razor’s edge of the point of no return, but…”

“I’m sure,” Jessica replied simply.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m sure,” Hannah said. “I’ve had a long time to think about this.”

“Okay, cool. Final question, more curiosity than anything else, but you sure the extra fact of this being a truly bisexual encounter will throw you off?”

Hannah’s bi-curiosity had existed for a time now. I had seen the seeds of it when we’d first begun dating. I had very gently coaxed it whenever I saw an opportunity. Not really because I was so desperate to get Hannah to start fucking other girls with me, but because it seemed like something she wanted to explore, or at least talk about, but didn’t quite know how.

In the two years that had passed since we’d met, I’d seen it grow, helped it grow with the help of the others. The damn had finally broken a year ago when she’d finally decided she wanted to at least try it. So he and Lara and Delilah and Hannah had enjoyed a foursome together, and both Lara and Delilah had fingered her and gone down on her.

I wasn’t surprised to find that once this particular dam had burst, there wasn’t all that much behind it. Hannah had enjoyed herself, and not freaked out. She’d thought about it for a while, almost a month, and had ultimately decided that she was about ninety percent straight and ten percent into women. So we’d had about a dozen full-contact threesomes since the first.

But what really made me ask was I could tell Hannah was still pretty picky. I think she’d burned off a lot of the stress and anxiety and weirdness surrounding her bisexual side, but there was still some left, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to cancel threesomes. She always apologized, we always understood.

She didn’t want to fuck women anywhere near as much as I did, so it would make sense that she’d get weird about it every now and then.

“We got that sorted,” Hannah replied.

“I know, but I just wanted to be sure.”

“Well, I appreciate the due diligence, but I’m sure. We’re a lock, Chris. So maybe, if you could stop whining, we could get this show on the-ah! Chris!”

I spanked again, the sound loud in the room. I was kind of surprised that I’d never actually picked up spanking, I mean, like, real spanking, not just a slap on the ass. Especially considering my kinks. Lara had been the one to start it. Delilah had picked it up immediately. And by now, every single woman I was intimate with had received at least one spanking.

I gave her five more hard spanks, each one making her scream, and then maneuvered her onto the bed. I was pretty eager to get to the part where I had both Jessica and Hannah in bed with me at the same time, doing sexy things to myself and each other.

Jessica stood impatiently at the foot of the bed. I stood up and finished stripping. Then the three of us began the ritual we had all become so intimately familiar with: quickly cleaning ourselves up. While we did that, I found myself ruminating on this particular situation.

I still wasn’t sure if this was weird or not.

Incest was an extremely touchy subject. The thing is, I never really knew where I fell on the incest divide. It didn’t gross me out, and honestly, I spent a fair amount of time looking up incest porn and pretending it was real. Like everyone else. Well, most everyone else.

I have to admit, when porn sites began releasing analytics, it was a little surprising just how many people were looking up incest porn.

Would I have done it, though?

Eh…

Probably.

But that was the thing: there was only one person in my family I wanted to hook up with. That was my cousin. Everyone else in my family was okay-looking, just didn’t do anything for me.

Except for Vanessa.

I had a cousin named Vanessa, a few years older than me, and she was a model. Literally. Or, had been, anyway. And not one of the crazy skinny models. She had an amazing hourglass figure. And she was a redhead.

If she had tried to jump me, I would have gone along with that happily.

But see, that was the thing. Vanessa had been the only one, and she had been hot enough (seriously, a perfect ten, approaching Lara levels of hot) that I think probably most dudes would have hopped in bed with her if she was their cousin. Or, hell, even their sister.

If she’d been my sister, that wouldn’t have changed my mind.

Or would it have? Would that thing have kicked in? That thing that (with varying levels of success) protected us from getting horny for our immediate family?

No idea.

So the problem was: was a fucking weirdo for really wanting this, or not? It was a little more removed because I wasn’t the one committing incest.

Although I absolutely would still do this if Jessica was my mom and Hannah was my little sister. Without question.

Eh, what did it matter?

I was here, they were here, we were all enthusiastic about this. Really, the only potential problems were: one of them experiences regret or someone finds out and it becomes a whole thing with the survivalist community we had settled so thoroughly into.

In my heart, though, I didn’t think it would be. I wouldn’t have done this (or I would have been even more careful) if I thought there had been a serious chance this could cause one or more than one of us to be exiled or suffer some kind of consequences. No one was openly with a family member, but there was a brother sister pair that was extremely close and lived together.

It was kind of an open secret. And no one had any issues with them, as far as I knew.

“Okay, come on, come on,” Hannah complained, as always finishing first.

“That pussy better be clean. You know I have a strong sense of smell,” Jessica said.

Hannah laughed, paused, blushed, then sighed and shook her head. “Talking with you about doing sex stuff together still sort of just logjams my brain. But yes, mother! I cleaned it up fine. I hope you do the same.”

Jessica didn’t dignify her with a response beyond rolling her eyes and finishing up. I finished up just five seconds later and took two running steps towards the bed, which Jessica was presently walking towards, scooped her up, and threw her onto the bed.

“CHRIS!” she shrieked, then began laughing.

“You’re welcome,” I replied. “Now, uh...don’t mind me.”

Hannah snorted and Jessica laughed.

“Oh, so, what? Is that your way of telling us: Please immediately start making out and groping each other in places that are extremely inappropriate for a mother and daughter?” Jessica replied.

Hannah sighed and rolled her eyes, blushing worse than ever now.

“Yeah,” I replied with a nod.

Jessica looked at Hannah, then shrugged, leaned in, took her head in both hands and kissed her daughter on the lips. And there it was. There was that magical moment where both of them had just begun to close their eyes as their lips locked together, then they shot open, wide, wider. Realization was setting in.

That this was actually happening.

That the two of them, mother and daughter, who had known each other for decades, who had a bond unique to all others, were actually engaging in sexual activity. That they had crossed the line. The line that cannot be uncrossed.

Their own personal Rubicon.

They were now beyond the point of no return.

I had to admit, I was nervous about this part, because it was basically the ‘rubber meeting road’ moment where the genuine, actual authenticity of this particular reality slammed into place in a way it simply had not been before, because there was just a void there. A nonexistent space within an already dubiously mapped space: the human mind.

Neither had done this before, they had only imagined.

Now that space was filled.

I watched with intense interest, and anxiety.

Jessica clearly recovered first. She hardly missed a step. Hannah seemed like a cartoon character after they get hit in the head and they go into that stunned animation loop. Finally, she blinked, let out a little laugh, and went back in for seconds.

Okay, thank God.

Next hurdle crossed. So far, they were fucking killing it. Not just clearing but bounding over these hurdles like they were nothing. I was basically the coach watching them run track from the sidelines. A particularly happy coach.

I watched as the two women transitioned from kissing to actually making out. Tongue kissing. Jessica was already all over her daughter’s tits. Hannah wasn’t far behind. So many first moments to have between the two of them.

I had to admit to a certain jealousy. It was mild, but it was there. I wasn’t ever into my mom, but if Jessica had been my mom…

That would mean Hannah would be my sister, and this whole thing would be significantly hotter.

They came apart after a prolonged makeout session and Hannah looked down. “Jesus, I hope my tits hold up as well as yours.”

Jessica laughed. “My dear daughter, your tits will be fine. Especially if you end up not having kids. You have my genetics and you live an extremely active and healthy lifestyle. We both are going to be hot like this well into our fifties.”

“I hope so,” Hannah murmured. She looked at me suddenly. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re both going to be hot to me no matter how old you get. But I do think Jessica’s right.”

“Probably, yeah. Now, why don’t you get involved in this?”

“All right. Hannah, lay down.”

“Okay…” she murmured, smiling as she laid between them. “Now what?”

“Now, we have fun with you.”

I had been considering this for a while now and I’d decided it made sense to put Hannah at the center of this particular threesome. Given we were the more experienced ones, it made sense. To me, at least. I was fully willing to admit that my thinking might be very compromised by my horniness. But hey, this was still going fine.

Jessica laid to one side, I laid to the other.

While I began making out with Hannah and fondling one of her breasts, Jessica leaned in and kissed the side of her neck for a long moment. Then she drifted lower and licked across her nipple.

“Mmm! Mom!” Hannah whispered breaking the kiss and looking at her wide-eyed.

“What?” Jessica murmured, and did it again.

Hannah inhaled sharply. “I...nothing,” she murmured. “I’m just...still getting used to this.”

“It’s very thrilling, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I think that’s what’s throwing me off. It’s...stronger than I thought it was going to be. And I already thought it was going to be strong.”

“This is going to be one for the books,” Jessica said softly, then she sealed her lips around Hannah’s perfect pink nipple and began sucking on it while letting her hand drift lower.

I moved my hand to join her. We didn’t resume kissing, instead Hannah simply watched us work, staring down the length of her fine pale body. She was breathing heavily, looking totally lost and enraptured. Her mother stared back up at her from where she sucked on her breast.

Hannah gasped sharply, then moaned as our fingers found her pussy. Jessica’s was there first. She caressed her clit for a few strokes, then slipped her finger into her. I took over rubbing Hannah’s clit.

“Mmm…” Jessica murmured as she began fingering Hannah.

“Wha-what?” Hannah panted.

I leaned down and began sucking on her other nipple. She moaned and shuddered hard in response.

“I was described as ‘creamy’, on the inside, and I have to say I agree, based on what I feel when I shove my fingers in there. I did sometimes find myself wondering if that was something that got passed down, if you were, too.”

“I told you she was,” I replied.

“I know, and I believed you, but actually feeling it for myself is different.”

“Fuck, mom…” Hannah moaned as she resumed sucking her daughter’s breast and slipped a second finger into her.

I got lost for a little bit after that.

Nothing but sucking on Hannah’s perfect breast while rubbing her clit and her mother sucked on her other breast and fucked her with her fingers. Hannah moaned and writhed and screamed and panted and cried out in pure sexual ecstasy.

I have to say, hearing Hannah moaning the word ‘mom’ while she was orgasming was particularly arousing. I wasn’t sure how many times she orgasmed, but it was at least five. And Jessica hadn’t even gone down on her yet.

“Okay,” Jessica said, giving Hannah a kiss and then straightening up. “Now I think it’s time we take care of Chris.”

“What about you?” Hannah asked.

Jessica smiled and gently patted her bare thigh. “Something I could never explain to you, for obvious reasons, was that I tend to get a lot of my sexual satisfaction out of being...submissive. Servile. Providing pleasure. That’s something you never understood about me, why you struggled so much with my and Chris’s relationship in the beginning.”

Hannah sighed softly, losing a bit of her smile. “Sorry about that.”

“I mean, I’ve forgiven you more than once,” I replied.

“I know.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil the mood at all, I was just explaining it. I know you aren’t really the same way. But it’s something that myself, Lara, Delilah, and Elizabeth share.” She smirked at me. “Dear God, did you ever luck out.”

“Without question,” I replied emphatically.

I took Jessica up on her offer and traded places with Hannah. And then I found myself between two very attractive, naked, horny women. Mother and daughter. My mind kept snagging on that in the best way. Some part of me still couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

Hannah kissed me first, which seemed appropriate. Out of them all, I would say that Hannah was the closest I had to a wife. Well...her and Megan. I loved them all, I was married to them all functionally speaking, but something ended up a bit different with my relationship with Hannah and Megan.

I took turns kissing Hannah and Jessica, both of them very eager. Occasionally, when they would break the kiss and give me to the other, they would kiss right in front of my face. Then, before long, Jessica slipped down, and then Hannah followed.

“Man, this has to be a huge fantasy,” Hannah murmured.

“Extremely huge fantasy,” I replied.

“That isn’t the only thing that’s extremely huge,” Jessica murmured.

Then they were both licking me and goddamn did that feel good. Hannah took it into her mouth first, bobbing her head smoothly as I felt Jessica’s hand cradle my balls. She began to massage them slowly, and she kept doing it when it was her turn to start sucking on me. That part was over before I knew, because we were eager to get to the next part.

“Since I’m the one who enjoys being used,” Jessica said once it became obvious we were switching to the next portion, “you might as well put me to use.”

“All right,” I replied. “Hannah, on your back, legs spread. Jessica, assume the position.”

“Yes, sir,” they both replied.

I got behind Jessica and took a moment to run my hands over her pleasantly padded ass, then I watched as Jessica buried her face in her daughter’s crotch. Hannah was watching intently, her eyes wide, breathing coming very heavily. She gasped softly, then let out a long moan as Jessica started eating her out.

“Oh my God,” she whispered heavily. A hard shudder ran through her. “Holy fucking shit. This is-oh! Fuck! This is so fucking powerful. Oh my God, mom…” she moaned.

“Mommy will take care of you,” Jessica murmured, and then kept licking.

I took my cue and slipped into her dripping wet pussy. She let out a muffled cry of bliss as I began fucking her. Goddamn, she was so wet. Both women were moaning in pure bliss, and it was getting intense. Jessica’s moans of pleasure began turning into almost growls of feral ecstasy. I had her coming inside of half a minute, and then again a minute after that.

And Hannah…

God, she looked amazing. And was clearly in Heaven.

She orgasmed about ten seconds into the oral sex, grabbing her mother’s head and pulling her face against her crotch, shrieking as she came hard. Once it was done, she fell back, panting and moaning for more, and Jessica delivered.

I lost track of the orgasms Hannah from her own mother licking her clit.

Our treatment of Jessica got rougher. She wasn’t exaggerating, she really did like to be used. I had done this exact position with every other women in my harem, with both of us dominating Jessica at the same. Susan enjoyed using her the most, I think. Although Lara was a strong contender.

I found myself immensely grateful for all the sex I’d been having since meeting these women. Not just for the obvious reason, but because it helped me build up a tolerance. Because fuck, if this had happened last year, I probably would have come twice by this point.

Honestly, it really was true what they said about the brain being the most potent erogenous zone.

Finally, Jessica had had enough. She motioned, pulling her head from her daughter’s pussy, and I released her. She groaned and fell onto her side, panting.

“Fuck, that was hot,” she whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I agreed.

Hannah made a vaguely coherent sound and we both chuckled.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” Jessica asked.

“Yep,” she managed. “I’m ready to eat pussy now.”

“Excellent! I want to ride your face.”

“I can do that...where are you going?” Hannah murmured as I got up.

“Hold on,” I replied, walking to the foot of the bed. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her down until her pussy was at the edge of the bed, her feet planted on the floor, legs spread. “There.”

“Oh.”

“Yep,” I said, and slipped into Hannah.

Jessica mounted her, straddling her face, facing towards me, something I was grateful for. I definitely like seeing their reactions to this as much as I liked hearing them. She locked eyes with me and grinned a savagely feral grin of lust, then it collapsed as Hannah began pleasuring her.

“Oh my fucking-oh! Hannah...oh fuck…” she panted, shudders of rapturous ecstasy running through her fantastically beautiful body.

She reached out and I took her hands, helping her steady herself as the pleasure became overwhelming. She let out an incoherent string of syllables as she struggled to stay upright. Hannah was really working her pussy. Either that, or she was just so overwhelmed by the fact that she was getting head from her biological daughter.

Probably both. Hannah was good with her mouth by now.

I kept fucking Hannah’s sweet pussy, making her let out the occasional muffled cry or shriek of pleasure.

And then Jessica was orgasming once again. Not once, not twice, but three times. Each time I had to support her even more as her body trembled and shook with the unstoppable surge of absolute pleasure and sexual gratification that roared through her.

After the third one, she got off of Hannah, catching her breath.

“Thank you, dear,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome-ah!-mom. Oh fuck, Chris…”

“Now we’re gonna switch it up a little,” I said. “Jessica, you lay on your back, yeah, up there, head on the pillow. Good, now Hannah, you get over here…” I muttered, getting onto the bed and maneuvering them around. “Legs up, yep. Hannah, right here, put your knees-yep.”

“I’ve done this position before,” Hannah said as I got behind them.

I responded by giving her bare ass a slap. For a moment, I looked at what I had. Jessica’s bald pussy down below, Hannah’s red-dusted pussy above. Mother and daughter. I slipped back into Jessica and as I began fucking her, the two women started making out. I looked over to my right. This was exactly why I’d put up a mirror, I knew I’d want to see more of the action.

And watching the two of them kiss, while I was fucking them…

Yeah, more than worth the effort.

“Which one of us are you going to come in?” Jessica murmured.

“Both of you,” I replied, then I started fucking Hannah faster and harder, making her cry out. “But she goes first.”

My orgasm came on almost the instant I let it, because it had been dying to get off the chain for a while now. I let out an explosive groan of pure release and bliss as I began shooting my load into Hannah’s sweet pussy. She let out a shriek each time I thrust forward, each time I dumped another spurt of my seed into her.

When I was finished, I pulled out and switched to Jessica. Resuming fucking her, I knew it wasn’t going to be that long before my next orgasm.

Sure enough, two minutes later, the three of us were all laying on the bed together, panting and sweating heavily, me between the two women. They curled up against me, Hannah to my left, Jessica to my right. For a moment that felt somehow appropriate, and it finally occurred to me that I felt that way because we put our wedding rings on our left hands.

As I lay there, trying to think of something to say, I saw Hannah and Jessica reach out at almost the same moment. They touched hands, then laced their fingers together over me, then settled their hands on my stomach, still locked together.

Maybe nothing needed to be said. At least, not yet.

This was going to change things, I knew that, but in that moment, I felt like it was all going to be changes for the better.