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Hannah swapped her shift. At eight that evening we sat Jess down on the sofa with a bottle of wine, and Hannah said it all in her calm ward-sister voice: that I fancied her, that she did too, that we’d both like her in our bed tonight, but only if she wanted it, and she could say no without it changing a thing.
Jess went scarlet, then white, then looked from one of us to the other. “Is this a wind-up?”
“No,” said Hannah, and kissed her.
It was slow and open-mouthed. Jess whimpered. When they broke apart she was gasping. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, yes, God, yes. Please. Both of you.”
Upstairs, Hannah undressed her like unwrapping something precious and laid her across our bed. I watched my wife part her best friend’s thighs and lick her, long and slow, while Jess clawed the sheets and cried out. “Tom,” Hannah said, over her shoulder, “come here and fuck me.”
I took her from behind, her face in Jess’s soft belly, Jess’s fingers tangled in her bob. Then Jess pulled me out and onto my back and rode me, big breasts bouncing, grinding down, while Hannah sat on her face and kissed me upside down. I felt Jess come around my cock, clenching hard, shouting Hannah’s name.
We swapped and swapped again. Hannah on top, Jess licking where we joined. Me spilling over both their tits, Hannah kissing it off her.
Afterwards we lay in a sticky, giggling pile.
“Same time tomorrow?” said Jess.
“Every night of the fortnight,” said Hannah. “And then we’ll talk about the rest of the year.”
Ending 1 of 16: All Three. You found the full happy ending.