Previous in series: Beth. 2. She let me sleep in the next day and we had a very lazy day. I was grateful. But I could not understand why four ejaculations had taken so much out of me. I was capable of more. One rainy Sunday, we had tested my 'repeatability'. Between eight in the morning and ten at night, I ejaculated eight times. Mind you, I needed total abstinence the day after. Things got back to normal, Hannah did not mention Beth all week. Sex became more about quality than quantity, but we fucked every day, including anal twice. On Saturday, she said; "We have been invited to dinner with Beth next Saturday. " "Dinner? Or dinner and?" "She would certainly like more of what you gave her, but she says that she does not want to harm our relationship. I have no objections to you fucking her, can you satisfy two women?" We agreed to take things day by day, any of us could stop it if we chose to. Saturday came. Hannah dressed for dinner, in a smart cocktail dress, cock-stiffening underwear and fuck-me high heels. We were to arrive early for drinks. Hannah had not made me fast this time, we had fucked the previous night. Beth too, was dressed for dinner. We had drinks. There was a palpable tension in the air. Hannah broke it, saying; "For goodness sake, why dont you two fuck each other now, then we can enjoy dinner? I won't interfere, I'd like to watch though." Beth stood and said to me; "Sofa or bedroom?" I chose bedroom. We traipsed upstairs, carrying glasses, me getting another up-skirt display, this time of stockinged thighs and bare cunt. Again, no knickers. In the bedroom, Beth turned and asked me unzip her, she wore just a suspender belt, black seamed stockings and towering stiletto heels. She kicked the dress away and turned. Behind me, I heard Hannah gasp as she had her first sight of Beth's tits. I had gasped too, when I had my first glimpse. How they managed to defy gravity was a subject suitable for extensive research. They undressed me. Hannah had shed her dress, but still wore skimpy pants and a platform bra. Beth put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I was naked and fully erect, my cock pressed against her belly. She pushed me back against the bed and I sat down heavily. Beth pushed my legs apart, knelt between them and lowered her mouth to my cock. I looked across at my wife, she had pulled a chair close to the bed for a ringside view. She had taken off the bra. The knickers were still on, but her hand was pushed down the front, the movement of her fingers cleary visible. Beth had decided that my cock was the main course and was trying to eat it. She seemed able to sense when I was about to come and diverted her attention to either sucking my balls or tonguing my arsehole, equally pleasing for me, but less likely to cause a gusher than sucking my cock. Hannah told me later that Beth worked my cluster with her mouth and left hand while frigging herself with her right. Beth was the first to come, abandoning my cock and gasping as she climaxed. Hannah was not far behind, utilising her newly discovered use of expletives as she came; "Oh, cunt, cunt, spunk!" It needed refinement, but seemed to work for her. Beth kissed her way up my body, pausing to wrap her luxurious tits aroung my erection for a brief tit-wank, then dangled each in turn to be sucked, finally lowering her dripping cunt onto my mouth to be sucked. As I sucked and licked, my hands re-discovered her tits and her arse-cheeks. Then I had a little wank before re-tracing the route. She came explosively, then quickly moved down to dock with my cock. Looking down, I could watch my cock pistoning in and out of her bald cunt, framed by the suspenders, raising my gaze revealed her bounteous tits beating a tattoo on her chest. I lasted just long enough for her to have another come, then released a stream of hot spunk into her lovely body. She rolled off, panting, as she disengaged, a little backwash of cum and cunt-juice washed warmly over my balls. Hannah was alongside, handing out tissues. She performed the task of cleaning up for me. Beth stood up, picked up the discarded dress and said; "You use this bathroom, don't hurry, I'll get dinner started." Hannah washed my cock, which stiffened in response. She kissed the tip and said; "My turn next." The she ushered me out of the bathroom. She emerged fully dressed, as was I by now. As we went to leave, Hannah said; "Do you wank yourself when I'm on you face?" I nodded. "I didn't know," she said. "It's really sexy to see it. In fact, tonight was the most erotic thing I've ever seen, I came three times just watching. And those tits, are they real?" "Well, you can't see the join," I replied. Dinner was uneventful, when we had finished the main course, Beth asked; "Would you like dessert?" "Yes," Hannah jumped in. "Him, I'm gagging to be fucked." There was laughter all round. I was well aware that I was little more than a sex toy for them, but a very willing one. I was ready for more. There was no longer any tension, the wine had flowed freely, the atmosphere was playfull. We returned to the bedroom. At my suggestion, the girls went first, side by side, so that I could look up both skirts, but halfway up, I put a hand up both skirts, grasping two handfuls of crutch, one clad, the other naked and wet. There were squeals from both girls. In the bedroom, we stripped off. Beth took the umpire's chair, Hannah sat at the end of the bed. She was still wearing the knickers, she likes me to remove them. I say knickers, I think technically, it is a thong. I knelt at her feet, she raised her legs as I peeled them off. They were wet with her juice, I raised them to my face and inhaled. Hannah spread her legs wide, her inner lips were clinging together with her nectar, I gently peeled them apart. I decided to tease her with a little aural sex, looking up into her eyes and saying; "I'm going to suck your cunt dry and then fill it with spunk." To my left, Beth groaned. Hannah was shaking with desire. Enough teasing, I opened my mouth wide and enclosed as much of her vulva as I could, pushing ny tongue deep into her hole. She jumped and squealed. I did try to suck her dry, but the more I lapped, the more she produced. She stopped me by coming suddenly and clamping her thighs onto my head. I repositioned to enter her, looking across at Beth as I did so. She was out of it, her eyes were closed, her face screwed up. She had slid to the edge of the seat, legs widespread. The fingers of her left hand were crammed into her cunt, her right hand was a blur as she strummed her clit. I smiled and turned my attention back to Hannah. She was still coming down from her orgasm, eyes half closed. I positioned myself for entry, my cock found it's own way, I entered in one firm thrust, causing another squeal. This one was for me, I so needed release. I fucked her with hard long strokes. Someone once said that fucking is masturbation by proxy, the body under me was that of my beloved wife, but for this purpose it could have been a blow up doll, I was wanking with her cunt. I came with a roar, blasting shot after shot of spunk high inside her. Immediately after, I felt a bit selfiish. I raised myself on my arms and looked down, her tits, coated with a sheen of sweat, were heaving, her eyes closed. It had been just the fuck both of us needed. I stayed inside her until I softened and slipped out and stood. She stayed spread wide, the mixture of our juices oozed from her ravished cunt. I had an urge to lick it, since that first time I had done it several times, but what would Beth think? Was it a kink to far? As I agonised, Beth pushed me aside and knelt where I had been, lowered her head and began to lap at Hannah's cunt. My cock snapped back to erection. Hannah groaned, her eyes were closed, she must have assumed that it was me, when she saw me standing entranced by the sight, she sat upright, a look of horror on her face. Then she seemed to accept the sitution and lay back down. Beths shapely arse, both holes wet with her juice, was irresistable. Could I produce the goods again so quickly? Did it matter? I was as hard as iron. I knelt behind her, my tip bumping on her buttocks, she parted her legs to allow entry and I eased into her. I reached beneath to cup her dangling tits and fucked like it was my last ever. Hannah's mouth was open, her eyes like saucers. She looked bewildered, not sure whether to enjoy or be repulsed by Beth's lesbian assault. Unexpectedly, I felt an ejaculation building. I came with a roar, surprising myself with its power and intensity, slipping out so that my final spurts painted Beth's buttocks. I sat back on my haunches and admired my work as Hannah tipped over the edge into her orgasm. Beth quickly straddled Hannah's face, lowering her spunky gash onto Hannah's mouth, cutting off any protest. Hannah struggled slightly, then accepted the inevitable. One hand clasped Beth's bum-cheek, the other strayed to her own crutch to toy with her clit, mimicking my self-pleasuring when she queens me. I watched for a minute, then moved her fingers away and replaced them with my tongue. Three exhausted figures lay entangled on the big bed, not speaking. I announced that I was totally spent. Beth asked if we would like coffee, we declined, instead calling the taxi to take us home. I sensed that Hannah was uncomfortable about the lezzie thing, this had not been expected. The taxi was not a proper 'London' taxi, but a private car, with no barrier between the driver and us on the back seat, so we could not talk about it. But I put my lips close to Hannah's ear and whispered; "How do you like the taste of cunt?" She dug her nails painfully into my thigh. As soon as we were in the house, she turned to me and said; "I swear that that was not planned, it was a complete surprise to me…" I interupted her; "It's fine, I loved it. A two-girl threesome is high on most men's fantasy list. More to the point, did you enjoy it?" She calmed down and thought for several seconds, then the naughty twinkle appeared. In unison, we both said; "Inconclusive, more research required." We slept in the next morning, yet another rainy Sunday. I read somewhere that a fuck is equivalent to a five mile walk. I had fucked a half-marathon yesterday. And going by orgasms, Hannah had done a marathon. It was after lunch that we sat down to discuss it. I started by saying that Beth seemed to know exactly what she was doing, Hannah said that she would interrogate her about it the next day. "But did you like it?" I insisted. "Well," she said. "She made me come." "And you her." " I was suffocating," she said. "I had no choice." She changed the subject. "Have you got a hard-on now?" She asked. I showed her. "Take me to bed." She ordered. She had liked it, if she was thinking about sex, she ha d liked it. We kissed and fondled until we were both fully primed, Hannah had sucked my cock and I had licked her cunt, but neither of us had come. I positioned myself to enter her in missionary position, she stopped me and said simply; "In my bum." I reached for the lube. Anal was no longer painfull for her, but we had always done it doggy. I slipped easily past the sphincter and slowly worked my way in so that her cunt was kissing my pubic mound. She craned her neck to watch her penetration. "When you ready to come," she said. "Take it out and come on my tits." My timing was spot on, I laquered her front and face with streaks of thick spunk. "Now lick it all off," she ordered. I should have seen that one coming. In the afterglow, she asked if I had buggered Beth yet, although she knew that I hadn't. "It was her idea that I try it, she said. "She said that she had enjoyed anal with Rob." Something to look forward to. Next in series: Beth. 4.