Matt woke me the next morning as promised, and it seems we all settled into a routine of at least daily sex, with one or other of our husbands, the stated purpose of pregnancy forgotten for now, the adventure of comparison uppermost in all of our minds.

A few days after the incident with Erin and me, we decided to berth the boat for a while, and take advantage of life on land for a change. Matt found us a tiny cottage to rent for a month, and we carelessly shifted our complicated relationship to the house, and continued...

I woke in the morning, sunlight streaming through the window, Matt naked and comatose beside me, and decided, just for a change, not to wake him. He looked lovely there, and I knew he needed sleep after last night. In any case, I could smell food cooking, and the toss between breakfast and sex is always difficult for me. I sneaked quietly from under the covers, and headed for the kitchen.

Clothing around the house was only bothered with in the case of visitors, excursions or cold, and none of those applied as I padded down the cool bare wood hallway, following the scent.

Turning into the kitchen, I noticed two important things. Firstly, my husband was in the kitchen, naked, and looking yummy. Secondly, he was sitting at the long wooden bench seat, facing the table, and about to get started on bacon and eggs. By himself.

I did the only reasonable thing. I sat beside him, snuggled up close, and tried my best puppy-dog look, in hopes of some breakfast. I knew it would work, but he went one step further, insisting that I sit there quietly while he fed me.

For a while, I was well behaved, and he gave me at least every second mouthful. Then I 'accidentally' bumped him, and he spilled egg down my front. Egg yolk was congealing on my breast, and I pointed it out silently to him, knowing what he would have to do. He tried his hardest to ignore me and carry on with the breakfast, but I knew he couldn't do it. Eventually, he pushed the plate aside, licked his lips, and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made. No hands.

We realised quickly that our seating position was all wrong, and we both stood up, Mark's lips still attached to my now-clean nipples, and turned to each other, one leg each side of the bench, and he sat back down. I couldn't help but notice the effect this was having on my dear husband, his cock bouncing to attention as our butts hit the wood, but I ignored it for now, and let him continue.

Eventually, though I loved what he was doing, I tired of standing there and not helping out, so I gently removed his mouth from my chest, sat down, and attached my lips to his. He's taller than me, so I had to lift my chin to manage, but it was wonderful, nonetheless. I snuggled up as close to him as I could manage, and was able to contact his chest with my breasts, by lifting my knees on top of his, and the added friction on my nipples was even better.

I hadn't intended anything but breakfast when I sat down, but now it was the last thing on my agenda. Sitting with my legs spread like this, I could feel both the heat and dampness from inside, and the cool air flowing around the entrance, and suddenly I needed to do something about it. I looked down to see that Mark was just as excited, a little liquid dribbling from the tip of his erection, and I knew just what I needed.

I pulled Mark's head down and whispered to him, letting him know what I wanted, and then, as his lips and mine met again, tried to wriggle a little further forward, and get nearer my goal. It was getting difficult though, and I had almost resigned myself to standing up and dropping down on him, when at the same time, Mark's hands lifted under my armpits, and I felt something scoop under my ass. I was raised, and lowered, gently, onto his cock. I could feel the heat of him as I slid down and encompassed his erection, the hardness pushing deep inside me delightfully. I couldn't concentrate though, wondering about the hands behind me, and I turned my head to look.

"Turn back sweetie. Your husband needs you." It was Matt, of course, and he wasn't nearly as comatose as I thought.

I didn't say a word, just turned back to Mark, relaxed a little, and let our bodies flow together. I paused, as if to remember the moment, and started moving.

As my delightfully stuffed vagina was stroked delicately from the inside, my lips locked onto his again, our chests rubbing together now. Mark put his hands under my butt, where Matt's had been a moment before, and he moved me as only he can, just the right speed at just the right time. A familiar but enthralling rhythm, enhanced by the knowledge that Matt was just behind me, watching.

The gentle movement slowly became a little more energetic. The caress became a stroke, and as we started to move against each other seriously, I felt Matt's hands again, this time on my shoulders, sliding gently down my back. A series of fingertips providing a staccato beat down my spine, before he moved a little closer, and his lips touched the nape of my neck.

I was a little out of control now, moving urgently against the obstruction inside me, my breath hammering as my body bounced up and down, nipples hard and tender, desperate nonetheless for more friction, and I rubbed hard against Mark, moving ever faster between my lovers.

Two things happened then that pushed me further than I could handle: Firstly, I could feel Mark stiffen inside me, and I knew he wouldn't be long. I saw the glazed look in his eyes that precedes his orgasm, and knew from experience that it would only be a few strokes. Secondly, I felt Matt's cock behind me, the curve of it fitting just behind my bouncing ass.

That was it. I pumped over my husband as fast as I could, and as he came, so did I, shuddering with pleasure over him as he pumped inside me, his desperate puffing replaced by a groan, his thrusts desperate, his body on automatic.

I collapsed on him for a moment, twitching helplessly, groaning myself, sweat pouring from my whole body. Just as I started to relax a little, I felt hands lifting me again. Obviously running on some kind of twins-telepathy, the two of them lifted me carefully in the air, and lowered me again, back onto his cock. It was only after I started to settle and wonder what that was about that I realised this wasn't Mark's cock that I was sitting on. Indeed, he'd moved away a little, and I could see his glistening semi-erect penis down in front of me.

I had been lowered on Matt's cock, and it was every bit as hard as Mark's had been a little earlier. I realised that I wasn't ready to calm down, and it didn't take me long to recover and start to move.

This was a completely different feeling, Matt's erection deep inside me from behind, and the angle was delightful. Matt had his hands on my hips, controlling the movement as best he could, and Mark's hands were caressing my breasts, stroking them in a way he knows I can't stand, sliding his rough thumbtips across my sore nipples, and making me jump. Matt's mouth was kissing the nape of my neck again, his teeth nipping at me from time to time, and for the second time within a few minutes, I was running on instinct, my mind unable to keep up.

I forgot all about the two lovely men caressing me. I forgot all about the cock inside me, and the teeth on my shoulders, and the hot breath in my ear, and the sight of my husband's cock regaining its solidity. I concentrated on the friction deep within me, and the sliding of skin on skin, and I didn't care how it happened, so long as it didn't stop. I moaned then, not with orgasm, but just with the possibility, knowing that I had the option to come any time I wanted, and my body undulated, straining to pick up every bit of stimulation from the slipperiness inside to the rough skin on my nipples, from the hard teeth to the cool drips of sweat down my spine.

I was in a place I'd only been a few times, and a part of me wanted to stay forever, even though the rest of me knew it wasn't possible. The rational part of me could feel Matt's cock straining deep inside, could feel the pressure of the muscles, had no choice but to notice the quivering of his cock as he reached the point of no return. This part of me drags my thoughts back as he burst inside me, his teeth some measurement of his tension, his groans a sign. And I did it again. For the second time that morning, I came, a long, drawn out agonising moment of surrender, and all my muscles pinged my brain at once, and I exploded just as he did. My contractions tormented him, and made his muscles respond. His movement had a similar effect on me, and there was an echo of yelps as we fed each other, both desperately trying not to move, and needing yet another prod at the same time.

I opened my eyes finally, and looked around. Mark, in front of me, was grinning wildly, and Matt had collapsed against my back, his breath heaving, his penis slowly withdrawing from me. I couldn't help a feeling of loss, but I was far too tender to want anything back. My mind wasn't its normal self, but I couldn't help but notice something else in the room had changed as well.

I sat up and looked properly. It was Erin. She was standing over against the wall, naked, gorgeous, and smiling.

"Oh, hi Erin," I mumbled, incoherently, and not at my brilliant best.

"Hi Holly. You look worn out, dear."

"I am. Listen, I don't know if this is..."

"Don't worry sweetie. I loved it."

"You've been there..."

"... long enough, Holly."

"Listen, you could come over here."

"No."

"You're not cross, are you?"

"No, not at all. Really. You know that."

"Well, come on over."

"No, I... It might hurt."

"Hurt? No, don't be silly." That was Matt.

"Come on Erin. Come sit with us." Mark.

"Yeah, Erin, come on. What do you mean it might hurt?" Me.

"Oh, it wouldn't hurt me," Erin continued. "No, I'd be fine. That looks like lots of fun. But I need to be careful, you know."

"Careful?" I was nothing if not lethargic, especially mentally.

"Yeah Holly, careful. For the sake of the baby."

"The baby? Oh, my God. Erin, did you say baby?"

"Yes Holly. Baby."

Everything became chaotic then, three sweaty bodies trying to clamber off the bench seat, stumbling across the floor, and getting Erin into a bearhug.