As usual, the lovemaking sessions with her husbands left Beatrice completely spent. The sensations and multiple orgasms were beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

Nothing in her research and reading had prepared her for this.

The twins were highly skilled, most likely the result of their past. It also made Beatrice realise that they hadn't just used the women to get sexual gratification, but they also took the time and effort to give those women pleasure.

After all, she was now the recipient of those moves and skills.

What Beatrice didn't realise was that she was half correct.

Yes, although the twins did learn a thing or two from the women they had slept with, they never did take the time or effort on them.

With her, it was different.

They were patient and they took note of all her sensitive spots. They had started from that first time she allowed them to touch her, and the twins often shared what they'd learn and would discuss what they'd like to do.

Everything they did, it had to have her consent first.

She was fine with a threesome with them taking turns. Although hesitant at first, she is now very, very good at giving head, which made things more interesting as to what they could do together.

She wasn't keen on an*l sex though, so they didn't bring it up again.

The only thing left was … well, there were still the gifts Grandpa Anton had given her when they were just courting her, right? They lay unused in the closet … for now.

Right now, after the intense early morning session, Yuri picked up Beatrice in a princess carry and lay her in the jacuzzi that Zack had already prepared. He gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead before entering the shower with Zack.

Beatrice sighed as she lay her head on the headrest, feeling the bliss as the aches slowly ebbed away. She really needed to get fitter. Even though her husbands did most of the work, it wasn't fair on them either.

She wanted to be more pro-active in their lovemaking sessions, for she felt she was getting more than she was giving.

Beatrice reached over and took her soft sponge, and slowly rubbed herself clean. The smell of cocoa butter from the bubble bath filled her nostrils and she smiled. The twins truly pampered her so.

Bubble baths could be used in a jacuzzi, so long as not too much was placed in so that the bubbles do not overflow. This particular brand had oil in its bubble bath mixture, which was important to ensure that it did not dry out her skin.

With the jets turned on, Beatrice was also getting a hydrotherapy massage and the effects were truly very soothing. After making sure she was thoroughly cleaned, Beatrice placed the sponge back in place and lay back, enjoying the massage.

It was so soothing that she actually fell asleep.

"She fell asleep again," Zack said with a sigh as they stepped out of the shower.

They took their towel and dried themselves first before wrapping it around their waist.

"Let her sleep," Yuri said, reaching down to pick her up while Zack drained the jacuzzi, "We were rather intense today."

Beatrice's face scrunched up a bit at the sudden cold upon being lifted, when Zack immediately dried her while she was still in Yuri's arms. He then placed a dry towel on top of her, then below, and Yuri handed her to him.

She was warmly snug in the towel now and Zack brought her out, while saying, "We should put a heater in the bathroom."

Yuri shook his head, "No, it can have a drying effect. We'll just have to be faster or let the steam out from the shower to warm out the bathroom first."

"That sounds like a good idea," Zack agreed, "We don't switch off the hot water when we're done, and leave the door open."

"It's a good thing our wife sleeps like a log," Yuri said with a smile as Zack lay her on the bed. Yuri pulled the blanket up and covered her, tucking her in.

"I'll apply for half-day leave for her," Zack said as he picked up the phone.

"Make it a day," Yuri replied, going to his closet, "She's been rather tired lately. She needs her rest, too."

"Er … but don't you think she'll blow her top at us?" Zack asked hesitatingly. After all, the last time they did this, she had really given it to them for she had a lot of work.

She also didn't want anyone to doubt her professionalism, and have her personal life interfere with her work. She knew they meant well, but this was her career and reputation.

"I'm willing to take that risk," Yuri said, putting on his pants, "Aren't you? You've noticed it as well, haven't you? She's sleeping a lot, and that can only mean she's overworked."

Zack let out his breath, "True."

He looked at their wife and made the call. Yuri patted Zack's shoulder and said, "You stay."

Zack nodded.

If Beatrice was to wake up and think she overslept, she would be rushing to work immediately - and even if they left a note to say that they had taken the day off for her, she would most likely still go to work and cancel her leave.

As Yuri had some matters to attend to, he had to go to work.

Yuri gave Beatrice a peck on the forehead and headed out. Zack changed and then sat down at the desk to do some work. Just because he didn't go to the office didn't mean he was going to be lax.

Two hours later, Beatrice finally opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to suddenly sit upright in bed, gasping.

What time is it?!

She grabbed her phone that was on the bedside table and was aghast to see the time.

How could the twins not wake her up?

The fact that they didn't meant that they had gone and took leave for her again. She thought, from the last incident, they wouldn't have dared. Looks like she was going to have another talk with her husbands again.

Just as she reached her closet, the bedroom door opened.

Beatrice twirled in shock, and breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was Zack. Then, her anger took over, "How could you …"

Zack was beside her immediately, putting his hand on her lips and the other slipped behind her waist, to hold her close, "Ssssh. I know, I know. We're not supposed to have taken leave for you again. But we're worried."

Beatrice looked up at him in shock.

Worried?

Worried about what?

"You've been rather tired lately," Zack explained, seeing the confusion in her eyes, "At first, we just took it as you needing to catch up on your sleep but this morning just seemed too unusual."

Beatrice pouted and Zack took his hand away, "How are you feeling? Still tired?"

"Yes, but isn't that normal after waking up from a long sleep?" Beatrice asked as she left his embrace, "Too much sleep and all that."

Beatrice turned towards her closet once more. She needed to get some clothes on! Just having his hands on her naked back was enough for her to get slightly turned on.

She didn't think she was this perverted, and she was the one that was naked, not him!

Zack, in the meantime, was doing his best not to hug her from behind and rub himself on her. That plump *ss of hers was just too inviting, darn it!

Clearing his throat, he turned away from the tempting sight and said, "Let's go for a check-up. You probably need some vitamin pills or something. It's better to be safe than sorry."

Beatrice sighed but felt it wouldn't hurt.

Her husbands were worried about her and though she felt fine, going to the doctor wouldn't be detrimental at all, right?

If there was something wrong, then it's best to know now rather than have it drag on undetected until it may be too late.

"Okay," Beatrice agreed as she put on a blouse and pants.

"Great," Zack replied, "Breakfast first, then we'll head on over."

"I'm not hungry," Beatrice said. She didn't have any appetite to eat really.

"No," Zack said firmly, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You need to eat, and not just a cup of coffee either."

Just as Beatrice was about to protest, Zack said, "You need the fuel for energy."

Beatrice's shoulders slumped down. She lost again. To his words and those sad yet resolute eyes.

Breakfast was torture. She washed down the dry toast that she had forced herself to eat, then they headed over to the hospital.

As they reached, Beatrice thought this was a good idea after all. She was starting to feel rather quesy.