The Care Giving Touch

The Care Giving Touch

Delane Mecial Community (DMC) is the center of, and primary care facility, of the group campus known as ‘The Community.' In addition to the primary care domain, others in the group are the Children's Hospital, The Natal Home, Delane Rehab Home among others. DMC occupies some 30 acres on the western border of the City of Delane. My name is Patrice Henley, better known as ‘Patsy.' I have been an employee of the DMC for the last six years. I am the Department Director of the Registry diviision that includes registration, hardware acquisition and maintenance, janitorial services, landscaping and lawncare, and a few other necessary programs that keep the DMC humming.

I work closely with Mark Lincoln, the Assistant Hospital Administrator, and with Julia (Jules) Whitman, Head of the Financial Division that includes billing and collection, Human Resources, accounting, and management of DMC properties among other financial related duties. The DMC is fortunate because the three of us, Mark, Jules and I, are totally compatible, friendly, good natured and as such, the Administrator, the Board, and the Physicians Council all work to keep us cohesive and happy. It has been a boon to them for the last five years as together we have worked diligently to promote growth and profitability of the DMC. We have suceeded beyond our established goal, therefore we are all happy to be together as we move forward.

Friday evening before last, Jules and Mark, who ride-share, were on the way home when a drunken driver in a huge, big tired pickup crossed the Avenue median, hit them head-on as they waited to turn left. The drunk was killed instantly—no seat belt but a hard steering wheel that fractured his skull. Mark and Jules were transported to DMC by well-trained EMS personnal who knew them well and did everything to preserve their lives. It worked.

However, both have been comatose since their initial treatment which was extensive—internal injuries, broken bones, head trauma to name the more serious injuries. I have visited them after work on a daily schedule since the accident. I talk to them—no recognition yet—I read to them, I sing and play guitar, I hold their hands—anything to make contact in an effort to aid in their recovery. I have been assured that my daily contract is highly beneficial and will ultimately help them make the breakthrough back to normal.

I attended several lectures about comatose patients and was enlightened about their needs and what to do to speed the recovery process. I was intrigued when I learned that psychic energy is derived from primitave biological urges such sexual pleasure. That's what your libado refers to in case you wondered. That created a ‘'hmmm" moment for me. Being confined to DMC and comatose has done nothing for their sexual pleasures so I wondered how I could possibly work on that for them. I knew that they had been visited by boyfirends and girlfriends but being in a coma didn't deliver any pleasures to either Mark or Jules.

At home, I sat at the table drinking red wine and pondered about what I could do to give their libado a jolting boost. After the wine took hold of my thought process I knew I had come up with the exact solution. The next afternoon I went to an electonics outlet and bought a stand for my iPad Pro. Then I crossed the street and bought a travel pillow that would fit on their middle abdomen. Being a well recognized employee of DMC, the nursing staff generally pays me no mind when I am with Mark and Jules so I could act with little to no scrutiny frrom the medical staff. Perfect. The next day was Wednesday, normally a slow visiting day. I left my office, went to the cafeteria and had an excellent Steak Diane with a loaded baked potato and two cups of black deep roast coffee. Feeling that I was now steeled with enough bravery, I went to Marks' room first. Empty except for Mark. He lay in a slightly elevated bed, light sheet covering him up to just beyond the rib cage. I pulled a stool, not a low chair, close to the left side of the bed, away from the hallway window, opened the dresser drawer and took out a hand towel and lay it on the bed behind the stool. I retrieved my iPad, the stand and the pillow. I lay the pillow lengthwise on his abdomen, sat the iPad stand and the iPad in the center of the pillow. I activated the iPad, selected an explicitly sexy short story on the screen and I sat on the stool. A nurse walked by, a cursoury wave of her hand with no obvious question of what I was doing. I ran my right hand under the sheet, under his gown, into the diaper and under his flaccid dick. I lifted his balls to be sure they weren't stuck to his inner thigh. When I resettled the balls, I moved to the head of his dick and began tickling the corona. I was reading the story to him and my tickling was receiving a response. His dick jerked several times, elevation was in process, so I moved my hand to the shaft. I was watching his face as I read and squeezed the mid-point on his now semi-rigid boner. No reaction in the face. I put my entire hand around the shaft and began gently jacking him off. I was surprised at the size his dick grew to be when it reached its maximum hardness.

I had no idea of his trigger point but it had been some time now since he had blown a stream of cum, so to be on the safe side, I used my left hand to slide the towel over the head of his rigid, flexing boner. Moving my hand slightly faster on the shaft brought his breathing rate and heart rate up. I began to worry if the change would show on the monitors and catch the eye of the desk nurse before I managed to stir the cum enough to cause him to shoot the towel full. I pulled the towel tight over the head, tickled his balls with my left hand and shortly thereafter, his balls sped upwards, his scrotum tightened, he groaned and I sensed the cum flowing up the shaft and soaking the towel. I continued jacking until I was certain there was no more cum to drip out. I used the dry upper end of the towel to wipe the head clean, wadded it in a ball, withdrew it from the diaper and took it to the clothing receptacle to go into the morning wash with the cum totally undetected. I saw no facial change of expression. However, I sensed less tension in his arms and body as his breathing rate began to ease back to normal. I stood, removed the iPad and stand, slid to stool against the wall and watched his drift over to an easy, and perceived pleasant sleep.

I quietly closed his door, told the nurse he had fallen asleep and that I was heading over to see Jules. She smiled and said, "You are an angel to devote so much time to their caregiving. I think they know you're there for them."

"I hope you're right Carrie. The least I can do is to give them all the suport I can gather. I know they'd do the same for me. You have a good night. See you tomorrow."

Jules lay in bed in approximately the same position as Mark. The big difference was that her eyes were open but still unseeing, or at least, still unrecognizing. I followed the same prep routine with Jules as I did with Mark. When I had everything in place except the towel, I slid my hand under the gown, into the diaper and let it rest on her Mound of Venus. No movement. I began to read to her, staring into her face when I let my middle finger slide into her vulva and pry open her inner labia. I lightly slid the finger up and down as I read. It took three to five minutes until I felt the juice flowing and her inner labia getting warmly wet. I detected the growing stiffness of her clitoris, and then let the finger press harder on it and watched for any facial reaction. None.

I cotinued to watch her face as I read slowly to her from the same short story I read to mark. I raised my right hand slightly, moved my finger up at a downward angle and penetrated her vagina. Wet. Heavily wet with warm bodily fluid. Good! I moved the finger out. I put the tip on her clit and began a circular motion, round and round she goes and when she blows only Jules will know. Wrong!. After a very short experimentation with the clit, her upper body jerked upwards from the mattress, she uttered a loud moan, a grimace across the face and a call from the nurse asking if all was okay with Jules. I punched the button and replied, "I gave her a sip of water that went down the wrong way. She has coughed it out so all is well now." Too Close of a call!

I left her pleasantly asleep as was Mark. When I got home, I took a hot shower, slid into bed naked. My imagination was reliving my earlier jacking off of Mark and Jules, so I began to work on my own pussy. I had a realistic vibrating dildo and when I had myself wet enough, I ran it up and down my slit to wet the tip and then I rammed it totally in the hole as far as I coud get it. I switched the virbrate button to high and rode the dildo through three orgasms. I was drained. All I could thinki about while I masturbated was the hardness of Mark's dick and the warmth of his cum. The vision in my mind was exhilarating, so I slid the vibrator deep inside my pussy and hit the button again. I could only think of it being Mark's hard boner doing the damage to my pussy. My asshole tingled, jealous of what my pussy was receiving. I giggled when I thought about telling, aloud, my asshole to be patient, I will get to you later. Nope! When I had my fourth orgasm, I collapsed on the bed, panted hard and then fell asleep. I woke at five Thursday morning, the dildo still inside my pussy, the juices dried and it stuck to the walls. I duck walked to the bathroom and used warm water to loosen the dried gummy shit and then slowly slid the dildo out. The batteries had died because I fell asleep with the virbrator still running. My pussy ached and I used some Aveno to allay the soreness. I spent five minutes laughing myself to tears picturing the scene with the dildo between my legs while I slept.

I repeated my actions with Mark and Jules every other evening. On the second week of doing them, I began to get reactions. First with Mark. I was jacking away when his hand fell atop of mine and had me increase my speed. When he was Cumming forcefully, he managed to say, "Heavenly feeling. Heavenly." Two nights later, Jules went into orgasm muttering, "Oh my god. Fuck me hard. Hard. Harder." Progress was being made with both of them. The biological urge was getting to them slowly but surely.

At work the morning after Jules moaned her ‘fuck me hard,' I received a call from Doctor Dorsey, the lead head trauma physician. He asked me to come to his office at my earliset convenience. I told him I was on my way. He had me sit at the side of his desk and leaned toward me as he said, "The night nurses at DMC have told me of your reading, singing, and talking to Mark and Julia. I want to thank you for your caregiving to them. This morning Julia looked up at me and said, "Hi. Who are you?' I was floored. I feel that it is all due to your dedication to helping them. Her asking who I am is a rare breakthrough. I wanted you to be the first to know."

I was flabbergasted by a doctor informing me of progress in a patient. That just doesn't happen! "I appreciate the credit you're egiving me. We have been friends for a long time and I wanted to help them as I knew they would help me. And, do you mind if I ask, how about Mark? Anything to report on him?"

He laughed and said, "I hoped you wouldn't ask about him. But since you did, I'm please to inform you that each morning, the nurse has reported that he has an unbelievable erection. She opined it was akin to her husband the morning following them having sex, so she wondered if you had been sleeping with him." He laughed and said that the nurse thought it was funny also. "However, Patsy, whatever the reason, it's like with Jules. You have had a lot to do with it. Again thanks. And thanks for coming over so quickly."

I was so pleased with the report that I treated myself with a Cinnabon roll and a fresh black coffee. I was ecstatic with Doctor Dorsey's comments. Time was working in our favor.

Three weeks later I learned they they would both be discharged the following Saturday. I checked with them and learned that they would be housebound for several months. Mark was a little morose and I learned why. The living arrangement in his place would be difficult for him to get around. I checked with Jules and learned that she lived in the family estate, a two story manor on the edge of town but on the opposite side of DMC. I conferred with her and she gave me her house key. I checked it out and it was perfect for the two of them—one upstairs and one downstairs. However, a stair chairlift would be a necessity. Jules was in worse shape than Mark so I would install her upstairs and I would move into the second bedroom on the second floor. I could assist her with dressing, showering, using the chairlift and moving around in the small wheelchair she would need to use.

Mark would be on the first floor. He would need only crutches that connected at the elbows. He could commandeer the kitchen, laundry, garage, and front porch for the mail and such.

I presented this idea to them with the assistance of Doctor Dorsey. They immediately signed on to the plan. I worked to have the house ready for them Saturday afternoon. I was on the front proch to greet them when the ambulance parked in the driveway and the unloading began. We managed to get everything all set. I showed Jules how the simple chairlift worked and after several trial runs, she had it down pat, including the folding and transport between her leg of the small, folding wheelchair. Mark had his difficulties on crutches but with the aid of a rolling tray to hold coffee, saucers, plates and the like, he also got it under control with a few practice runs.

I moved in on Sunday. That evening, with wine after dinner in the den, we sat jovially discussing our arrangement and how we would approach being partners in making it work. We were agreeable on every element of the arrangement. Sleep came easily and was healthy for the first time in months. Monday saw the first cold weather and even a few flurries. The house was cozy, our dinner delivered by Fishhouse First was marvelous and filling. After dinner, the dishes in the washer, the kitchen and dining area clean, we adjourned to the den where I had stoked a pleasant fire in the large fireplace. I poured the wine and we sat in a circle in front of the warmth. After the second glass of wine, Mark said, "I have been dying to question something that is a little on the off-side but something that has bothered me for a couple of weeks or more."

Jules and I looked at him awaiting his question. Mark looked at me diectly and said, "Patsy, you have been a life saver, not literally but actually. We owe you all we have and more. So, don't, please don't be offended by what I am going to ask. Promise?"

I crossed my heart and said, "No question will offend me. I'm always here to help. Ask away!"

He cleared his throat, hesitated and then blurted, "Did you masturbate me while I was comatose? In my blurry thoughts and memories I could hear you reading to me while someone—you I assume—were jacking me off, catching the cum in a towel and then cleaning me." I flew back in the chair, covered my face with my left hand and gasped. Before I could respond to his question, Jules sat forward in her chair and shouted, "Oh my god. It wasn't a dream. Now that Mark mentioned it, I recall the same blurry memories I was being masturbated until I had an orgasm. It was such a relief to me and I thought I was dreaming. But now I do remember your reading ahd moving your fingers in my vulva." It was you, wasn't it. Thanks from the bottom of my heart."

Mark was looking at her and noddding. She nodded back and smiled at me. Mark grabbed his crutches and came to me. He had me stand, I was quivering but he made me feel heroic. He put his crutches down, pulled me to him and hugged be strongly, a bear hug so to speak, while tears steamed down his face and onto my blouse. I hugged him back, saying, "It was the least I could do after I learned how it would halp with your recovery."

Jules was crying loudly and holding her arms out. Mark and I both went to her on the couch, he sat on one side, me on the other. She had her arms around my neck kissing my cheeks and ears. She then turned to Mark and gave him the same treatment. By that time tears were flowing from my chin, my eyes were blurred and I had to fold over on the couch and let the water flow through my joy.

Minutes passed and we finally gained control of our emotions. We returned to our original chairs and had another glass of the great red Cabernet. I was emotionally drained. When the wine was gone, I said I was excusing myself. I showered, checked on Jules and then fell into bed. I cried myself to sleep.

The next evening, Friday, when I arrived at the house, they were both in the kitchen busier than bees. They had ordered Surf and Turf from Oceanside, the premier restaurant in Delane. It came with salads, roasted olive oil asparagus, baked potato and strawberry shortcake as dessert—a real treat in wintertime. We ate in the dining area and we told the jokes we knew, our childhood dreads and fears and our greatest desires as young adults. After we had cleaned the kitchern, we adjourned once more to the den with our wine glasses in hand.

Mark and Jules, out of her chair, in a change of pace, sat side by side on the couch while I occupied the Queen Anne rocker. The fire was glowing, pleasantly crackling and set the scene for a grand weekend. After a few sips of the wine, Jules spoke up and said, "Pats, Mark and I spent the day colluding against you. We have a proposition to offer and we both are on pins and needles about your acceptance. We desire so much for you to agree to what we are going to offer. Don't disappoint us, please."

I looked puzzled as I stared at them with anticipation. I held out my glass to them as I said, "I'm listening and am open to whatever the two of you want from me. What I can I agree to with you?"

Mark spoke this time as he said, "You did so much for us with nothing in return. We want to repay you for your dediction, kindness and caregiiving. We want to have you engage in a threesome with us.. Think about it. Don't say no yet. It's your turn to be pampered and we want to be the ones that extend our gratitude by attending to your sexual needs as you attended to ours. You can let us know later, no pressure, okay?"

Frankly I was stunned by the proposition. Never in my life had I considered a threesome. But if I wanted to consider one I couldn't find two partners that could touch Jules and Mark. It would be the ideal dream. I needed an ideal dream. Celibate for almost five years, no male friends other than my vibration substitute.

I slowly stood, sipped the last dredges of my wine, held my glass out to them, turned toward the door and then turned my head and said, "Tomorrow soon enough?" I left the room bawling at the top of my range. I ran to the bed and threw myself atop the comforter, pulled a pillow to my chest and cried into the case.

Shortly, I heard the door creak open, Jules in her wheelchair, Mark hobbling on his crutches came close to where I lay. Mark touched my hip and said, "Thank you Pats. We both love you so much the pain is unbearable. We assure you we will abide by your wishes in every way possible. To answer your last question, tomorrow will be perfect. We'll prepare it all so don't worry about a thing. We'll keep you informed. Goodnight." Jules wheeled up, patted my leg and said, "Sleep well and pleasant dreams." I sobbed into the pillow I was so happy.

On Saturday morning I did laundry and changed the beds. Around four or thereafter, Jules came to me and said that I needced to go get lost for about two hours minimum. I didn't quetion her because I needed to do a few things away from the house anyway. So, I gathered my cleaning, grabbed my purse and headed out. My first stop was the library to check the used book rack hoping to find a couple of good, readable books to buy cheaply. I found one, a Kellerman/Sturgis thriller that I hadn't read. Two bucks for the hardback—see what I meant by cheaply? I left there, drove directly to the cleaners, dropped off and picked up, and then I went to Braum's for a small banana split treat. I sat in Braum's, alone, enjoying the start of the new thriller while slowly savoring each bite of the ice cream delight. At five forty-five, I waved goodbye to the attendant and went to the grocery store. I selected a few produce items, smiled as I dropped my favorite bread in the cart. I wheeled my cart across the store to the phamacy and paid for the two prescriptions, one for Jules and one for me. Mark was off medications now plus the fact he turned down a renewal of the opoiod painkillers—citing the danger of getting hooked. Then my next stop was the driveway.

As I pulled in, I noticed a white van slowly gaining speed in the opposite direction but was too far away to read the name. My thoughts were: What was that van doing in our isolated and quiet neighborhood on a Saturday.

I got my answer when I opened the back door. Hustle and bustle by Mark and Jules was heating the kitchen and made entering the room dangerous for me. I had my arms full and had to cross their path. No worry—Mark stopped and unloaded the plastic grocery bag, the phamacy small white paper bag, but left the book, purse, and cleaning for me to handle. I didn't ask what was happening but on the way to my room, I was startled to see the dining table covered in our best cloth with plates covered by metal lids already on the table. Candelabra in the center surrounded by flowers with white candles inserted. I turned and went back to the kitchen and over the din, shouted, "What's the deal with the dining room? The President coming to dinner?"

They both stopped and came to me in the doorway. Mark, a serious look on his face said, "Close, very close. No president for dinner. However, our guest, the Queen, meaning you, is being treated to a royal dinner of standing rib roast with all the trimmings, catered by the Four Seasons, and presented by yours truly as a way to celebrate all you've given us.It is also to crown our adventure that comes later." My eyes were filling with water, I sniffled, Jules took my arm and said, "You deserve more but it's all we could do under our limited movements." Mark used his handkerchief to clear my eyes as he patted my back and turned me around saying, ‘Go. Get ready for dinner and for the following activities. Go!"

I sniffled my way upstairs, put my cleaning in the closet, selected my most alluring sheer light blue nylon robe to wear after dinner, and dropped it on the bed. I showered, did my makeup, my hair, and then put on modest clothing and returned downstairs. I was alone. I asked Alexa to play Amazon romantic music and wasn‘t disappointed with the selection. I sat in the living room and waited. They came in together. Mark smiled broadly and said, "See Jules. I told you she was going to seduce us and the music choice proves it." Jules giggled and it spread to all of us and like a bunch of kids, we giggled our way to the dinner table.

I attended. I held Mark's chair for him, sat his crutches against the buffet and guided Jules and her wheelchair into the middle seating area of the table. I removed the metal plate covers, lit the candles, dimmed the lights and then sat across the table from Jules. We clasped hands and I said, "I am being treated way beyond what I earned but, dammit, I'm going to enjoy the Hell out of tonight" They respoinded with "Hear, Hear!" Dinner and the conversation was a great time for us. Christmas in November with them playing Santa to me.

Now the nervous part commenced. We adjorned to our rooms to prepare for the main event. I stripped, donned the sheer blue robe, checked myself in the mirror and saw the shock on my face as I viewed my exposed naked body. I began to have second thoughts but those thoughts were interruped when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to a naked Jules in her small wheelchair. She whistled and said, "My God Pats, you are gorgeous standing there in that eyepopping outfit. I'm so jealous that I may decide against escorting you to my room." She opened a broad smile and said, "Just kidding. Now that I see you it becomes my once in a lifetime beloved episode. Come now. Let's go join Mark."

When we entered the room I stopped and gazed at the heartstoppiong change. There were lit candles all around the room furnishing the light, Alexa had been moved up here and was continuing the low, seducing romantic music, a fantastic coverlet was on the bed along with, a quick count showed, 8 matching pillows, two large bottles of wine on the nightstand, an excellent, and expensive red, and a very nice Johannisberg Reisling chilling in the ice. Mark was sitting on the ottoman near the window. He stood and came around the end of the bed. His eyes were trained on my nearly exposed body.

My eyes were focused on his upright dick, the dick I had so carefully jacked on while he was in the hospital. From where I stood I judged it to be some 6 12 to 7 inches in length with a healthy familiar girth. In other words, a delightful toy. He stopped, smiled and said, "You've treated it with kindness and care without ever meeting it in the open. Now you can be introduced in a proper and dignified manner." I walked forward, took his dick in my right hand and said, "So happy to have you join us this evening. I've known of you for several month but we never officially met. I'm honored to finally see you." I pumped it up and down while the three of us nervously aughed ourselves to tears.

Mark walked behind me, took my robe from my shoulders and draped it over the back of a chair. He led me to the bed, sat me down and then, without his crutches, got behind me on the bed and pulled me to the center, turned me around and lay my back on the covelet. He placed a small pillow under my head and then one under my ass. He lay down on the right side of me. He rose on his elbow and placed a kiss dead center on my lips. I put my hands behind his head and held him as our tongues touched setting off a tingle that roared through my entire body. Moments later he broke the kiss, put his hand over my left tit and then took my right nipple between his lips, tongued it and then swallowed the entire tit as he sucked diligently. I felt the bottom of the bed sink slightly, then hands on my ankles spread my legs wide open and Jules began kissing her way up my inner thigh. Her hands were now holding the cheeks of my ass tightly against the pillow. My breathing rate had doubled, my heart wanted out to see what was happening and bliss caused me to sigh heavily as my body began to respond to their attention.

I jolted when Jules put the tip of her tongue on my inner labia. My ass was shuddering from her touch and I sighed loudly again when her tongue began lapping against my clit. Mark was moving from tit to tit to navel to Mound of Venus and back. I had my arms loosley around him but occasionally giving him a hard squeeze when Jules changed from tongue to hands and then back to tongue. Her fingers were tickling my asshole but she never entered it. Her tongue was now inside my vagina sucking at the flow of my fluid stream. Jules was at the point of having me cum and cum hard but she suddenly quit as did Mark. Jules slid up to the head of the bed, Mark rose, took me in his hands just above the hips, moved the pillow from under my ass and then turned me over. He had a knee on each side of my legs and then with his hands still on me, lifted me to my knees. He spread my knees wider apart while Jules slid down, her legs on each side of my shoulder, stuffed a small pillow under her ass and lifted my head, adjusted her body and them put my mouth in the center of her pussy.

Mark used his hands to run the head of his dick through my wet and steaming pussy several time as I anticipated his pushing his dick inside me at any moment. I could feel the stirring of air from the fan on my exposed ass just as I could feel Marks' thumb putting pressure at the entrance of my asshole. Jules was patiently waiting for me to act on her pussy. I lurched forward when Mark's dick hit the bottom of my pussy. His bolting in and out of me set a rhythm with my tongue inside Jules flowing pussy. She put her hands on each side of my head, moaned lowly and I assumed only I could hear her enjoyment of being tongue-fucked. I was getting a royal queenly fucking from Mark and his pushing against my ass caused Jules pussy to benefit from my forward and back movements.

In an explosion of her ass upward, Jules bounced my head hard against her Mound of Venus as she began an orgasm that resulted in several loud screams. Her Cumming must have instilled the same feeling in Mark as he pushed hard once, withdrew his dick and shot his cum down my back, into my hair and across the crack of my ass. Not to be left out of the circle, his thumb in my asshole set me in motion and I Cumming, I was stricken electrically with a hot, quivering and intensely nerve-grabbing, body racking orgasm that sent me thrashing against both Mark and Jules. We collapsed in a heap against each other.

When our wits returned, Mark cleaned my back and hair with a damp cloth as Jules poured the wine. We took a well-deserved and earned rest. I sipped the wine, leaned over and surprised Jules when I kissed her on the lips. I backed off and mouthed—‘Thank you'—before I pulled Mark down and gave him a duplicate kiss. I whispered in his ear—‘Officially meeting your dick was a more exciting event than I thought it would be. Thank you for the introduction.'

Jules wheeled out of her room and almost instantly wheeled back in with a tray of snacks that had been part of the Four Seasons catered dinner. We refilled our wine glasses and devoured the phenomenal variety of awesome snacks. Once the tray was empty we all headed back to the bed and repeated the main event except in a different order. This time Mark fucked Jules while Jules expertly ate my pussy. Jules and I orgasmed well before Mark could cum again. We were far more comforable with each other the second time and the relaxed feeling meant that it was as pleasurable, if not more so, than our first round.

More wine but without snacks followed. When we were rested, Mark said, "Are we up for another session?"

Jules put her hand in the air and said, "I'd love to but the excitment and movements has caused my head to ache and my hip fracture to act up. Would you mind if I sipped wine and watched."

I looked at Mark and he said, "I wouldn't object. How about you Pats?" I shook my head and said, "Not a problem with me. One day I may want the same treatment."

Jules and Mark said at the same time, "One day? You mean that we will continue?"

I nodded and answered, "Why wouldn't we? We love each other and we know we get along together with no jealousies. It should be an ongoing appreciation of our sexuality. God knows I need it and have wanted it forever."

They both hugged me before Mark and I returned to the bed. Jules took the chair facing us and I got on my knees, turned to Mark and said, "Will you do anal this time? Back when I was doing you two in the hospital, I was worked up one night and when I got home. I used my dildo to satisfy myself. I finished an orgasm and made a promise to my asshole that it would be next. However, I fell asleep before I could do my ass. I'd like you to deliver on my promise Mark. Will you?"

He slid in between my legs, looked at my raiised ass and said,"I will do the honor and deliver what the queen desires." I yelped when his fat dick ripped my asshole open. Jules grinned!