Chapter 4 – HANKY PANKY
Submitted to Allurestorm by Kenneth Pierce
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RIA
When I was a teenager, I spent practically every other night sleeping over at my friend Lois’s house. We’d stay up as late as we could, usually just gossiping about boys and rocking out to terrible pop songs.
But sometimes?
Sometimes we listened to her brother have sex.
Nate was five and a half years older than us, and for as long as I could remember he’d been the de facto babysitter for Lois and I whenever their parents were out for the night—which was often. He was friendly, and cute, and, unsurprisingly, my first real crush. Secretly, I spent my childhood thinking of Nate as my Prince Charming, even daydreaming about one day marrying the guy.
That all changed in high school.
Late one night, after Nate was certain that Lois and I had gone to sleep, he invited his slutty girlfriend over and they snuck upstairs into his bedroom. The noises I heard coming through that door were anything but princely.
Lois and I never actually saw what they were doing in there, but for a couple of sexually inexperienced girls, listening to Nate and his girlfriend go at it was just about the most exciting thing that had ever happened to us. And best of all, it was something that KEPT happening. Almost every time we were left home alone with Nate, he would wait until we were “asleep,” and then make his booty call. Keeping perfectly quiet, Lois and I would tiptoe across the house, clapping our hands over our mouths to muffle the nervous giggles as we camped outside Nate’s locked door and listened to every pornographic moan and groan.
Hearing Nate—the object of all my young fantasies—in bed with another girl drove me crazy with lust and jealousy, but so help me, I couldn’t stop myself from spying on them.
When I finally moved away for college, I thought that would be the end of it. No more Nate, and no more having to listen in while the guy I liked had sex with someone else.
Or so I thought.
I met Rob on my first day of classes. He was like a real-life James Bond: suave, sexy, clever, and deliciously British. I’m not one of those idiot girls who just drops her panties at the first hint of a foreign accent, but on a gorgeous guy like Rob? That accent was fucking hot.
He approached me after class one day and asked, in that charming voice of his, “Hey Ria, you live over in East building, correct?”
My heart started happily pitter-pattering. He was interested in me!
“Yup,” I answered. “Sure do!”
“So then, you know Carol Pressly?”
My pitter-patter petered out.
“Uh-huh. She’s my roommate.”
“Oh, outstanding! Is she single?”
I spent the next several months trying—and failing—to sleep, whilst the sexy British boy I was crushing on spent every night fucking my roommate until two o’clock in the morning. I eventually got so stupidly horny, and so stupidly jealous, and so pathetically insecure about myself that I wound up applying for a “waitressing” job at the local Hooters just to help my self-esteem.
On the bright side, I met my BFF, Tracy.
On the down side, I must now forever live in mortal terror of the day when someone at my office somehow finds a photo of me, age 19, wearing that ridiculous fucking outfit and smiling like an oblivious dipshit cheerleader surrounded by a pack of perving middle-aged customers.
Sorry, got a bit off topic there.
The point is this: there have been a lot of times in my life when I’ve had to listen while a guy I really, really liked had sex with another woman. First Nate, then Rob, and then a few others after them.
But I never lusted after ANY of those guys the way I lusted after Connor. And never once, in all those years, did hearing those guys have sex frustrate me nearly so much as it did on that fateful night in the cabin—when Tracy and Connor, finally reunited, spent a BILLION. HOURS. FUCKING.
Damn those two sounded sexy. Grunting and groaning and moaning and screaming… Belting out the word “Jesus!” more times than it appears in the entirety of the New Testament. Tracy and Connor powered through a marathon fuck-fest that lasted until the sun came up.
I was just about the horniest I’d ever been.
Not that Shane and I didn’t have some fun of our own. We enjoyed a nice long shower together, first cleaning off the mess he’d made on my tits, and then escalating things until he’d made another (naughtier) mess, all over my face. When we returned to bed, Shane use his talented tongue to get me off four more times while we listened to our friends in the other room.
But I was insatiable.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Connor. I saw his big, yummy muscles, his adorable dimples, and his gorgeous cock—pistoning in and out of Tracy’s body. Filling her, satisfying her… Aargh! I was so jealous of that girl, it was driving me crazy.
But the worst part was knowing, deep down, that Connor wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. It wasn’t just a physical attraction, and it wasn’t just harmless flirting. I’d seen it in his eyes when Shane and I had accidentally stumbled in on them having sex. There was something there; a deep, unconsummated longing we both felt for one another. Connor had looked right at me the entire time we were watching them.
Lord knows it had taken all my willpower not to strip off my panties on the spot and straddle his face…
His perfectly-chiseled, handsome face. Super manly, and yet somehow still so boyishly cute. I closed my eyes again, and guiltily imagined that it was Connor’s tongue lavishing pleasure upon my pussy, not my husband’s.
Of course, considering the fact that Shane was no doubt at that moment fantasizing about eating Tracy out instead of me, the guilt was probably unwarranted.
Tracy…
Thinking of her made me wet, too. Now that she’d—now that I’d—now that we’d both experienced the joys of each other’s company, I couldn’t wait to try it again. I wasn’t really into other women, but Tracy was special—so sexy and sensual; so loving, so sweet, so tender. And hot holy fuck were those big tits of hers fun to play with.
What were we getting ourselves into here? The four of us were rushing head-first down a path that both thrilled me and scared the shit out of me at the same time.
I looked down at Shane’s head between my legs and whimpered, “Are you hard again, honey?”
“Oh yeah,” he grinned.
“Then please—I need to feel you inside me.”
He rolled me over so that I was lying face down on our soft warm bed, with my legs hanging off the edge and my butt pointing up in the air. The cotton sheets beneath me were damp with my own sweat, the air pungent with the perfume of my cunt.
I felt infuriatingly empty inside, desperate beyond reason to feel the satisfaction of a nice, hard, big, throbbing cock. Shane braced his hands atop the firm mounds of my ass, SQUEEZED, and finally—blissfully—slid himself inside.
Yessssss…
His wonderful penis filled me to the core.
“Ugh!” I heard Connor moaning through the wall. “Yeah!”
In the other room, Tracy and Connor’s love-making began its crescendo. I could only imagine what they were doing, and how sexy it all must have looked. Why did there have to be this stupid wall between us? Why couldn’t our friends be right here, with us, so I could watch them? I could look Connor in the eyes again, maybe even reach out and touch…
I clawed at the bedsheets as Shane bottomed-out inside of me, his pelvis pressing firmly against my butt—then he pulled out and thrust back in, stronger and stronger.
“Mmm!” Shane grunted.
“Yes!” Tracy shrieked.
“Fuck!” Connor shouted.
I scrunched shut my eyes and felt tears of pleasure streaming down my cheeks. It wasn’t fair! I wanted them all—I needed them all! Shane, Tracy, Connor, all fucking me at once—
“Aah!” Connor roared, blowing his load inside my best friend. She screamed and screamed, shaking the rafters with a terrifyingly powerful orgasm of her own. I reached back between my legs and cupped my husband’s balls in my hand, urgently squeezing them while he slid his erection in and out.
“Come with them!” I commanded. “Come in me! Fill me up!”
Shane’s body gave a sudden jolt and he burst, cum gushing inside me like a river of molten lava. I saw stars. Felt a twisting wave of ecstasy clenching around my insides, rushing through me—too much pleasure to bear—
“Yes! Yes! Yes!!!”
I collapsed onto the damp sheets, limp as a noodle. My lungs ached. I was utterly, 100 percent spent for the night. Shane fell onto the bed and snuggled up to me, equally exhausted.
Fifteen minutes later, Connor and Tracy were at it again.
Shane just gave me a wry smile, and we both burst out laughing. We couldn’t compete with them. Not tonight. Horny as we both were, our two friends were burning through an entire mountain of pent-up emotion. Months of separation, longing, confusion. The sobering realization of all the time they’d wasted with their stupid breakup.
Like I said, we couldn’t compete. All we could do was lie there and listen to them screw for hours and hours. And damn if they didn’t sound hot.
SHANE
I woke up really wanting to fuck. Yeah, I’d already come like four times the night before, but we all slept in until the early afternoon and I woke up feeling recharged and horny.
But alas, my gorgeous, naked wife was still lying unconscious on the bed. I glanced down at her slender body—the firm bubble of her ass, the gentle slope of her bare breasts, the rich bronze color of her skin—and felt an extra surge of blood pumping into my morning erection. Her legs were spread slightly apart, practically begging me to stick my mouth between them for a taste of her daintily-trimmed pussy.
But I’d tried waking her up with sex before on a couple occasions, and Ria wasn’t a fan (apparently she can’t “feel sexy” until she’s finished her morning beauty routine). Instead, I delicately extricated myself from her snoozing embrace, slipped on a pair of boxer-briefs to protect my modesty, and tiptoed into the master bathroom.
I thought long and hard about filling up that whirlpool bathtub to give my exhausted muscles a soak, but expediency ultimately won the day. Instead, I walked over to the shower and quickly rinsed off the night’s exertions. By the time I’d finished my own morning ritual, my teeth were clean and my raging hard-on had finally—mercifully—deflated. I was ready to get on with my day.
Until Tracy walked in.
“Morning!” she whispered, sidling up next to me at the sink and wetting her toothbrush.
I didn’t answer. I was too busy admiring how effortlessly hot she looked, standing there wearing Connor’s white cotton undershirt and nothing else. NOTHING. No bra, no pajamas, and—as I could plainly see when she leaned over the sink to spit out her mouthful of toothpaste—no underwear. Her shirt’s hemline slid up all the way to her hips, and the soft bare cheeks of her ass greeted me like the morning sun.
That shirt, which had been designed to fit a tall, muscular man, was nevertheless stretched to its absolute limit around Tracy’s enormous, juicy tits. The crisp morning chill had her thick pink nipples up at attention, and as she started brushing her teeth, the jerking motion sent her braless bosom swinging lewdly back and forth.
She wasn’t trying to look sexy—her hair was a catastrophic blonde bird’s nest and she was foaming at the mouth with toothpaste—but I was transfixed by the sight of her, nonetheless. When she’d finally rinsed, she turned and smiled, not in the least bit surprised to find me still staring at her.
Tracy’s eyes dipped south, where my erection had returned with such a force that it was actually pushing the waistband of my boxer-briefs out and away from my body.
“Is that an erection in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” I joked.
“Yeah, that’s what all guys say.”
Tracy reclined against the porcelain sink, still pointedly looking at my stiff cock. She whispered, “That was pretty hot last night, wasn’t it? Listening to each other, I mean. You guys really sounded like you were enjoying yourselves.”
“WE sounded like we were enjoying ourselves? You two kept at it until like six AM!”
She laughed, “I guess we had a lot of catching up to do. My thigh muscles are killing me, but it was totally worth it…”
The fingers she had been absent-mindedly twirling through her hair dropped down to teasingly caress the curve of her breast.
“Connor said you guys set this whole thing up just to get him and me back together?”
I nodded.
“So…” Tracy pointed up at the sprig of mistletoe I had sneakily hung from the bathroom light two days earlier. “That’s why there’s all this mistletoe everywhere? For Connor and me?”
I swallowed hard as she took a step towards me, grinning suggestively.
“That, uh, that was the general idea, yes,” I stammered. It was crazy that Tracy still had this effect on me. Three years of intimate friendship, and her smile still got me tongue-tied.
She placed a hand on my bare chest and leaned in to whisper, “You never stopped to consider what might happen if, say, you and I got caught half-naked beneath a sprig of this stuff? Not even once?”
“Oh, I considered it,” I grinned, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer. The weight of Tracy’s substantial breasts crushed against me, molding to the shape of my body. Those big green eyes gazed up into mine, twinkling with mischief.
“Good,” she said. Then she quickly pressed her marshmallow-soft lips to mine. Our kiss was brief and platonic, but it still lit a fire inside of my chest. When our lips broke apart, I was reluctant to let her go.
“Hey Tracy?” I whispered. “I really liked hearing you cry out my name last night.”
She blushed. “Me too,” she whispered. Then, after a moment’s consideration, she pressed her lips to my ear and quietly moaned, “Ooh, Shane…”
My heart was pounding. I pulled her in even closer, feeling my raging hard-on press firmly against her stomach.
“Oh yes! Oh, Shane,” she teased. “You mean like that?”
“Jesus, Tracy.”
She grinned at my obvious discomfort.
“Fuck me harder, Shane. Fuck me harder with that beautiful cock. Fuck me like we both always dreamed about…” she kept whimpering in my ear, teasing me to the point of madness.
Not even realizing what I was doing, I took my hands off of her waist and grabbed hold of her ass, squeezing those pliant globes through the fabric of her shirt. Tracy sucked in a gasp of air, surprised by my behavior, but she quickly followed suit and began groping away at my butt, too. She stopped moaning my name just long enough to swipe her tongue along the length of my neck.
The head of my cock was now peeking out above my underwear, and as I ground it against Tracy’s body I leaked a big dollop of precum across her shirt. I squeezed her ass even harder.
“I don’t think this is proper mistletoe behavior,” she whispered with a sigh.
I pulled away, looked into her eyes, and nodded.
“Yeah, we should probably stop ourselves before we cross the line.”
But even as I said the words, I realized I no longer had any idea what they meant. What the hell was “the line,” anyway? After the previous two nights, it felt like the intimacy barriers between us all were collapsing left and right. Not 48 hours ago, my own wife had screwed around with my Tracy. And if that was okay, then why couldn’t Tracy and I…
Tracy swallowed. “Yeah, we should stop.”
“Yeah.”
“After one more kiss.”
“Okay.”
She threw herself at me. Tracy attacked with such a fervor that I actually stumbled back, bumping my head against the wall. But the second her lips made contact with mine, all that was forgotten. I disappeared into the sugary sweetness of her embrace, hungrily wrestling her tongue with my own. My hands lashed out, squeezing and fondling her epic, braless tits—YES—reveling in the way Tracy’s abundant soft flesh overflowed around my fingers.
“Mmm!” she moaned into my mouth.
I opened my eyes and looked in the bathroom mirror, delighted to see the reflection of Tracy’s sumptuous, bare-naked ass staring back at me. The urgent groping of my hands on her boobs had the unexpected side-effect of hiking Tracy’s shirt up higher and higher, until she was totally nude from the chest down. Below, her excited hands on my butt had done the same exact thing to my underwear, gradually shifting it down further and further, until my agonizingly hard penis was exposed and grinding directly against the smooth skin of her belly.
“Oh shit,” I groaned.
A year ago, when Ria and I had first discussed fooling around with our two best friends, we’d decided on a firm “no sex” policy. But with the way things were going, was that rule even still in place? Tracy’s voluptuous, half-naked body was just begging to be fucked.
Ria would understand, wouldn’t she? If I just planted Tracy’s ass up on the bathroom counter right then and there, and buried myself in her sweet cunt? Ria would understand, Connor would understand—deep down, wasn’t it what we all really wanted, anyway?
Tracy suddenly grabbed hold of my erection and started pumping—HOLY FUCK THAT FELT GOOD. Our tongues and lips mashed together, drinking fire. Moaning, groaning—
Through the fog of our arousal, we somehow still heard Ria’s footsteps, padding down the hallway towards the bathroom door.
Tracy and I immediately broke apart and readjusted our sparse bits of clothing into some poor approximation of modesty. My eyes met hers, and it was plain as day that Tracy was every as bit bewildered by what was happening as I was. Not saying a word, we opened the bathroom door and walked out.
RIA
Shane and Tracy were both blushing so bad, they looked sunburned. As they skittered embarrassedly out of the bathroom—my husband’s cock threatening to rip a hole on his underwear—there was no hiding the fact that they’d been getting pretty friendly in there.
The only real question was HOW friendly…
I smiled to myself. It was odd, but thoughts of my husband and my best friend screwing around had long since lost their ability to make me jealous. I blame all the role-playing Shane and I did. In the past year, we’d had so much great sex pretending that I was Tracy, the idea of them together actually kind of turned me on.
Not that any of us would ever actually have sex with each other’s partner though, right? I mean, last night we’d all SAID that we wanted to swap—but wasn’t that just the sort of thing people say in the heat of the moment?
I felt a tickle of arousal between my legs and sighed. It was only Christmas Eve—we still had five days left of our vacation time at this cabin. Five days when anything at all could happen. If the rest of our time here was like the previous night, I wasn’t sure I’d survive. That hours-long marathon fuck session had left me totally exhausted. Every muscle in my body ached: Legs, butt, tummy—even my jaw muscles were a bit sore from the prolonged blowjob I’d given Shane in the shower.
After finishing my morning beauty routine and heading back into the bedroom, I found my husband sitting on the edge of the bed—still blushing, and still sporting that ridiculous erection.
He grinned guiltily, “Sorry, guess Tracy and I got a little carried away under the mistletoe.”
I gave Shane a quick, reassuring kiss on the cheek. “I think we’re past the point of needing to apologize every time we enjoy a bit of harmless fun with our friends, don’t you?”
He laughed, nodding. I decided to have a little fun with his obvious discomfort.
“Of course, whatever you just did with Tracy, I get to do with Connor. To keep things even.”
“Sounds fair.”
“Just how far did it go?” I teased, tracing a finger up the outline of his penis.
Shane grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in for a good firm kiss on the lips. My fingers reflexively squeezed around his shaft.
“Did you touch her tits?” I asked.
Shane nodded, excited.
“Naughty boy. That means now I get to have Connor play with my tits.”
“Mmm, go ahead,” Shane whispered, his cock pulsing in my grip.
“Did she touch your cock?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
That actually caught me by surprise. “So then I get to touch Connor’s cock, right?”
“Whatever makes you happy, baby.”
I slipped my hand inside his fly, feeling the hot bare skin beneath.
“Did you fuck her?” I whispered in his ear.
“No.”
“But do you want to?”
“You know it’s my fantasy,” Shane chuckled.
I could feel my body trembling. My pulse raced as I haltingly whispered, “What if it didn’t have to be a fantasy? What if it was REAL?”
Shane looked me right in the eye, saying nothing. I couldn’t believe the words I was saying:
“Would you fuck her for real?” I continued. “Not just role-playing, and not just fooling around. I mean you and Tracy, really going all the way with each other. Fucking.”
My husband took a deep breath, his face a shifting mask of arousal and uncertainty. “Are you being serious? Or is all this talk still just us playing around?”
I squeezed his rigid cock. “Jesus, Shane, after last night, I’m not even sure anymore. I don’t know where the fantasy ends and the reality begins. Just please answer the question: Do you actually want to fuck Tracy?”
His breathing turned ragged. “Yes, but—”
“But what?”
“But just ‘wanting’ something doesn’t necessarily make it a good idea, right? I mean, when someone cuts me off in traffic, I ‘want’ to ram them into a telephone pole—but I don’t.”
“So that’s a no, then?” I asked, not sure whether I was relieved or disappointed.
Shane held my gaze with those stunning eyes.
“Ria, I love you. You’re my wife and my soulmate. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“But what,” I practically choked on my own words, I was so nervous, “what if I told you it wouldn’t hurt me? What if I told you I’d be okay with it?”
“Would you?” he whispered.
Ever so slowly, I nodded. I couldn’t believe how wet this conversation was making me. “Actually, just thinking about you and her doing it turns me on.”
Shane’s penis jerked excitedly in my hand. “Then my honest answer is yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I’d have sex with our friend Tracy if given the chance.”
“And-and I’d fuck Connor,” I stammered.
Shane let out a deep, shuddering breath. His cheeks turned bright red.
“Do you think—do you think they want it, too? All the way? For real?” I asked.
“I think those two have wanted to fuck us since the night we all met.”
“Oh my god,” I moaned, dropping onto the bed beside Shane. The world spun around me, and I could feel my whole body shaking like a leaf. Shane held me tightly in his arms.
“Holy shit, we’re really gonna do this, aren’t we?” I asked.
“I think we really are.”
“You’re not jealous?”
In reply, Shane pulled me onto his lap and looked richt at me with those beautiful eyes of his that I loved so much. “Just promise me you’ll still be my wife in the morning.”
“Oh, honey!”
We kissed with a passion until we were both out of breath.
“God damn, I can’t believe how fucking hard I am,” Shane laughed through clenched teeth.
I sat up, releasing my hold on his cock. “How do we—I mean, where do we even start? How do you bring up something like that in a conversation?”
Shane scratched at the dark stubble on his chin and said, “You do realize that, come midnight, it’s officially Christmas, right?”
“Our one year anniversary…”
“Yeah. Hell of an anniversary present to give each other, huh?”
We both laughed nervously. Then Shane took my hands in his and whispered, “Seriously though, let’s say this is our present to one another.”
“Having sex with other people?”
“I know, it’s not exactly normal. But look at it this way: If we’re really going to go through with this, shouldn’t it be something that we give to each other?”
“That’s quite a generous gift.”
“Yeah, from you, too.”
“I guess we must really love each other, giving such thoughtful presents.”
He smiled when I said that.
“So,” I smiled back, “does that mean we have to wait until midnight? Before we unwrap our presents?”
“Exactly,” he grinned, glancing at the clock. “Which gives us exactly nine hours and fourteen minutes to get Connor and Tracy so goddamn horny, they’re begging us for it.”
“Ooh, we get to tease them first. I like it!”
With that in mind, I walked over to my suitcase and retrieved a lacy black bra.
“I wouldn’t go with black lace,” Shane called out.
“You don’t think this bra looks good on me?”
“I think that bra looks amazing on you, honey—but I’m not Connor. The guy’s a fitness nut, you should go for an athletic look.”
I put an amused hand on my hip. “You’re giving me tips on how to seduce your friend?”
He nodded, grinning.
As per Shane’s suggestion, I discarded the black lingerie and wiggled into a skimpy pink sports bra and some stretchy running shorts that barely covered my butt. I completed the look by throwing my hair up into a high pony and putting on just enough makeup to look like I wasn’t wearing any at all.
“Perfect!” Shane grinned. “And remember to keep giving him opportunities to check out your ass—Connor is obsessed with your ass.”
He gave my butt a reassuring squeeze to make his point. I playfully escaped his grasp and retrieved the black silk pajamas I’d bought Shane for his birthday a few months earlier.
“Here, wear these. Tracy loves the feel of silk against her skin.”
“In that case, I’ll have to find some excuses to rub up against her.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I laughed.
I gave my wonderful husband a big kiss on the mouth, and—holding hands—we descended the stairs to meet our friends for a MUCH-delayed breakfast.
SHANE
Ria’s sporty outfit worked even better than I’d expected. When Connor saw my wife walking down the stairs towards him—her horny little nipples blatantly poking through the material of that sports bra—his jaw literally dropped open.
I could tell Ria liked what she saw, too. Connor had stretched a VERY tight blue tee shirt over his muscles, and his baggy basketball shorts did nothing to disguise the erection that had sprung up the moment he’d laid eyes on my wife’s barely clothed body.
Not that I could blame the guy.
Just like Connor, I was also unabashedly sporting a major stiffy, though in all honesty it had less to do with Ria and more to do with the fact that Tracy still wasn’t wearing a bra.
She’d changed into a pair of stretchy black yoga pants and a matching black camisole, with spaghetti straps and a scooped neckline designed to show off every bountiful millimeter of her cleavage.
Ria greeted Connor with a hug and a kiss under the mistletoe, deliberately letting her lips linger just a bit longer than he’d been expecting.
“Hey, get a room!” Tracy teased.
Ria smacked her playfully on the butt. “Speak for yourself, Trace. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in on you and Shane this morning?”
Connor raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Did I miss something?”
“Wait, seriously?” Ria laughed. “You didn’t hear these two moaning in the bathroom?”
“Hey, I was OUT. Like, ‘hybernating bear’ out. After what Tracy here put me through last night, it’s amazing I was able to wake up at all.”
We all laughed.
Tracy gave him a reassuring peck in the cheek and whispered, “What happened is, our two friends here hung up way too much mistletoe around this cabin. A girl can’t even brush her teeth without getting kissed!”
“Speaking of which,” Ria helpfully gestured in my direction.
Tracy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and she skipped over to me, those fabulous tits bouncing with every step. I pulled her in for a kiss—
“Mmm!” she moaned in pleasant surprise, breaking our lip lock to playfully stroke her fingers along the sleeves of my pajama top. “This is silk!”
Then, purring like a cat, she leaned in for another red-hot kiss, rubbing her whole body against me.
Thank you, Ria.
With our good morning kisses out of the way, the four of us went about preparing some much-needed sustenance. But, despite our empty stomachs, Ria and I still made every effort to distract our two sexy friends while we scurried about in the cozy confines of the kitchen.
“Hey Connor?” Ria pouted, “Could you help me reach that bread on the top shelf of the pantry? I’m not quite tall enough.”
If she’d really wanted to, she could have reached it on her tip-toes, but Connor was more than happy to be of assistance—walking up behind my wife and then blushing as she surreptitiously pushed her drum-tight, barely-covered ass backwards against his cock.
Speechless, he grabbed the loaf of sourdough and handed it to her, but Ria purposefully dropped it—
“Whoops!”
—Just so she’d have an excuse to bend over and pick it back up, giving my buddy a good, long eyeful at her butt in those running shorts.
While Connor was busy staring at my wife’s ass, I sidled up behind Tracy and whispered, “Here, let me help you chop those vegetables. Try holding the knife more like this—”
I wrapped my arms around the girl’s oh-so-curvaceous body, taking her hands in my own as I gently guided her actions on the cutting board. Each little slicing movement sent a firm jiggle through Tracy’s bosom.
“You’re really good with your hands,” she teased.
“My pleasure,” I answered, staring straight down her plunging neckline at those enormous, swaying breasts.
I hazarded a look at the clock and groaned. There were still eight and a half hours to go until midnight.
…
Playful as we’d been while preparing the food, everyone got oddly quiet when we actually sat down to eat it. An anxious silence hung over the table, none of us quite knowing what to say about what was obviously happening between the four of us.
Finally, I broke the ice by turning to Connor and Tracy and saying, “So, tell us what the hell happened after Ria and I left you two alone in the cabin yesterday. I mean, we wanted to get you guys back together and all, but we never figured we’d be successful after just one day!”
“We talked,” Tracy said quietly.
Ria grinned. “Did this ‘talk’ involve sentences more complicated than the ones we heard last night? ‘Oh Connor! Oh yes! Fuck me so hard!’”
Connor and Tracy just looked at one another and smiled.
“If you must know,” Connor answered, “then yes, there were substantially more complicated sentences. We had a lot to talk about.”
“So where do things stand?” I asked. “Are you guys officially back on?”
Connor took Tracy’s hand in his and answered, “No.”
Ria practically spat out her orange juice. “No?!” she shouted. “What the hell are you talking about? What about all that sex and passion—”
Tracy raised her hand to calm my wife down. “We aren’t ‘back on’ because we were never really ever ‘off.’ No matter how hard we tried, we never stopped loving each other. Not even after a year. All that’s changed is we finally made peace with the way things are. And we have you two to thank for it.”
Tracy and Connor looked into each other’s eyes and kissed, right there in front of us.
Then Connor turned to us and asked, “Any other questions?”
“Just one,” Ria said. “When Shane and I got home last night, and you two perverts were all naked and going at it on the pool table—was that really an accident, or did you guys secretly want us to walk in on you having sex?”
“Totally accidental,” Connor said. “We just got caught up in the moment and—”
Tracy cut him off: “Don’t listen to this guy, he’s full of it. As soon as my top came off, I specifically said, ‘What if Shane and Ria walk in on us?’ And Connor here was all, ‘Fuck it, I hope they do. It’ll be so hot!’”
“Hey, you weren’t exactly arguing with me!” Connor shot back.
“Because by that point you’d already put my tits in your mouth! How was I supposed to think straight with THAT going on?”
The mental image caused my erection to twitch impatiently.
“I knew it!” Ria laughed. “You two planned the whole thing!”
“Hey, not the whole thing!” Tracy blushed. “We’re not the ones who ran upstairs and started screaming out the other couples’ names!”
“Can you blame us?” I laughed, “You two were putting on quite the show.”
“And if I remember correctly,” Ria added, “you guys waited all of fifteen seconds before you both started doing exactly the same thing!”
“Yeah, good times,” Connor smiled.
“What a night,” Tracy agreed. “Every muscle in my body is sore.”
“Mine too,” Ria laughed.
I looked conspiringly across the table at my wife. “Well,” I said, “Since we’ve all got such sore mucles, what do you guys say we heat up that cedar sauna?”
RIA
There was no mistaking the “I’ve got something up my sleeve” look Shane gave me when he suggested we all try out the sauna, and though I could only guess what he was thinking, the sheer fact that he had some sort of naughty agenda in mind sent an erotic shiver down my spine.
Connor and Tracy ran upstairs to grab bathrobes for us all while Shane and I turned on the heat.
When they were safely out of earshot, I turned to Shane and asked:
“Okay, what’s the plan?”
Shane said nothing, he just grabbed the fabric of my sports bra and pulled it over my head. Surprised, I reflexively covered my bare breasts with my hands—giving my husband ample opportunity to yank my running shorts down to my ankles.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, feeling a ribbon of excitement unfolding inside my tummy.
Shane knelt down on the floor and delicately licked my bare pussy—
“Aah!” I sucked in a surprised lungful of air. Pleased with himself, Shane stood back up and matter-of-factly stripped off his own clothes, leaving us both stark naked. His burning hot erection brushed against my navel.
“Are we gonna have them walk in on us already naked?” I asked.
“Not just naked,” Shane grinned, sliding open the sauna door and stepping inside. “Fucking.”
Oh my god…
Shane sat down on the bench inside and gestured for me to straddle his cock.
I gulped. A wave of heated air hit the inside of my nostrils, and the sweet smell of cedar mixed with the overpowering scent of my own arousal.
Shane cocked a devious eyebrow in my direction. “What do you say? A little payback for what they did to us last night?”
On shaking legs, I followed my husband into the sauna and carefully maneuvered my smooth, wet pussy over the head of his penis. But before I could sink down, Shane grabbed my hips and twisted me around, to face the sauna door.
“I want you to see their faces,” he whispered.
Then he slowly pressed down on my hips and filled me with that beautiful, hard cock.
“Mmm!” I moaned, clenching my cunt around his shaft.
“Yeah…” Shane growled, reaching around to paw at my tits while I rode him, reverse-cowgirl.
My eyes locked onto the sauna door. Any second now, Connor and Tracy were gonna open that door and see us like this—writhing, bouncing, moaning. Our skin, dew-dropped with perspiration. Any second now. Any—
The door slid open.
“Whoa,” Connor said simply, drinking in the sight of my sweaty, naked body being thoroughly fucked. Beside him, Tracy’s already-enormous green eyes looked just about ready to pop out of their sockets.
“What are you guys waiting for?” Shane panted, dropping a hand to strum my clit. “Come in! You’re letting out all the hot air.”
Silently, they padded inside and sat down on the bench across from us. Connor unconsciously squeezed the material of his bathrobe in a white-knuckled grip of death. Tracy bit down on her lower lip, holding back a nervous fit of the giggles.
For a moment, I froze, paralyzed by a sudden fit of self-consciousness as I felt their eyes on me…
Then I thought, fuck it, and rode my husband like my life depended on it.
I couldn’t believe how liberating it was, screwing Shane right there in front of them. It was exciting and naughty and slutty as hell, and yet somehow it just felt RIGHT. Like it was something we all should have done a long time ago. Sharing this intimate moment with our two best friends in the world felt really, really good.
And so did Shane’s fingers, rubbing back and forth across my slippery clit.
My head spun, overwhelmed by both the oppressive heat outside my body and the cresting pleasure building within.
I took another look at Tracy, watching her smooth, sexy legs squirming excitedly as she watched the show. I looked over at Connor, his gaze locked onto where my husband was lewdly pounding his cock up into my sopping pussy. I watched them, watching us—silently praying that they would both just lose control and join in, stripping off their bathrobes and enveloping me in an ecstatic four-way of kisses and bodies.
But alas, it was not to be. The two of them just continued to sit there, silently transfixed by the show we were putting on.
Well, foursome or no foursome, Shane’s cock was definitely doing the trick, and I was quickly passing the point of no return.
“Yes! Yes! Oh my god!”
My throat burned from gasping up desperate lungfuls of heated sauna air, and a rolling orgasm pushed through my body—starting in my tummy, then pushing outwards until I swore that my every nerve was humming with pleasure.
“Aaahhh!!!”
I lost it, screaming and moaning. Honey poured out of me—liberally coating Shane’s balls in the process.
When I finally calmed back down, I realized that Shane was still rock hard inside of me.
“Baby, you didn’t come?” I moaned.
Shane shook his head, gasping for breath. He whispered in my ear: “Not just yet. I’m still saving that for what happens after midnight.”
His gaze was pointedly fixed on Tracy when he said it. My pussy spasmed one last time.
Both of our friends looked like they’d stopped breathing altogether, they were so turned on. Tracy finally managed to croak out, “You guys are so fucking sexy! Oh my god! That was insane! I’m seriously like the horniest I’ve ever been.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Connor nodded.
I delicately climbed off of Shane, continuing to slowly stroke his slick erection for our friends’ voyeuristic benefit.
“Payback for last night,” I smirked.
Tracy just shook her head in amusement. “If we looked half that sexy last night, then no wonder you guys ran upstairs and started screaming our names.”
As she said it, I noticed Tracy couldn’t tear her eyes off of my husband’s penis.
SHANE
“You like what you see, Tracy?” Ria teased, giving my exposed cock an extra little squeeze for emphasis.
Caught, Tracy blushed and glanced awkwardly over at Connor, but he just smiled. “Hey, go ahead and look. I know I’m enjoying the view of Ria over there.”
He draped a reassuring arm around Tracy, the gesture sliding her robe down off her shoulders, exposing the tops of her glistening breasts.
She was preposterously sexy: cheeks flushed with arousal, tits practically spilling out of her bathrobe, long, wet hair clinging to the shape of her curves. The girl’s wide green eyes were fixated on my cock.
Connor absent-mindedly started kneading her exposed shoulders.
“Mmm, that feels good,” Tracy purred. “I could totally go for a massage right now.”
“Me too, me too,” Ria grinned, turning her beautiful naked back to me.
For the next few minutes, Connor and I silently enjoyed rubbing our women’s backs, necks, and shoulders while they cooed with pleasure.
I kept a close eye on Tracy’s robe, watching with bated breath as Connor’s massage gradually loosened it—more and more every minute—revealing a torturous display beautiful smooth skin.
Eventually, the belt loosened so much that Tracy’s robe all but fell off her body, held up only by the angle of her arms and the slope of her bosom. Her nipples were still covered, but every glorious inch of skin between them was exposed—including about 90% of her truly epic breasts.
“Okay, now it’s the guys’ turn!” Tracy said at last.
Ria nodded, “Yeah! And since they were so chivalrous about letting us have our massages first—I say we give them both a special treat.”
My cock stirred.
“What sort of treat?” Connor asked.
Ria was beaming. “How would you boys like it if Tracy and I traded places to give you your massages?”
We both agreed that we’d like it just fine.
Since we were all starting to get light-headed from the heat of the sauna, I suggested that we relocate to the living room, where Connor and I could stretch out on the twin sofas to enjoy full-body rubdowns from the girls.
“Full-body rubdowns, huh?” Tracy teased. “I wonder what’s on HIS mind.”
“What’s to wonder?” I quipped.
Two minutes later, Connor and I were lying comfortably on our stomachs, waiting while the women ran upstairs to fetch some massage oil. I turned to my buddy and waived a disapproving finger at him. “Hey, how do you expect my wife to give you a proper back rub while you’re wearing that stupid bathrobe?”
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Merry Christmas,” I grinned, then I turned away as Connor started stripping down. While I had zero desire to see the guy naked, I knew Ria would be delighted with the view.
A moment later, the women came bouncing back down the stairs holding the two bottles of massage oil Ria and I had brought for the trip. They took one look at me and Connor—both of us lying nude on our respective sofas—and let out a pair of wolf-whistles for our benefit.
“Rowr! This is gonna be fun,” Tracy cheered.
As Ria approached Connor, I distinctly heard her whisper, “Mmm, I’ve been waiting a whole year for another chance to get my hands on those muscles.”
Tracy, still dressed in her infernally skimpy bathrobe, climbed up on top of me, her knees resting on either side of my hips. Warm, coconut-scented oil dripped down my body, all the way from my neck into the crack of my ass. I looked over at the other couch and watched as Ria straddled Connor’s back, eagerly rubbing oil into his muscles.
“Shh, close your eyes, give them their privacy,” Tracy whispered, gently turning my head to face the other direction. “And they’ll give us ours.”
I closed my eyes, luxuriated in the feel of Tracy’s slender fingers caressing my bare skin, and forced myself to forget that Ria and Connor were even there.
There was nothing overtly erotic about Tracy’s massage technique, but I was already so insanely aroused that her every touch felt like a red-hot ingot stroking across my oiled skin, kneading the tension from my exhausted muscles.
From my position lying face down on the sofa, I couldn’t actually see what was happening, but I felt Tracy’s weight shift, and an instant later I heard the whoosh of fabric as her bathrobe dropped to the floor at my side.
Meaning the big-breasted girl currently straddling me was totally naked.
As her massage moved lower down my body, Tracy scooted herself back, and I felt the hot, gushing wetness of her cunt lips as they brushed across my lower back, over the curve of my ass, and finally came to a stop resting on my leg.
Her hands moved lower as well—daringly—to gently squeeze the tops of my buttocks. I really wished she would just lose control and start groping me already, but Tracy hesitated to go any further, perhaps nervous about getting too friendly with my body while my wife was right there in the room with us.
Then she removed her hands from my ass and just sat there, shifting her weight awkwardly on my legs.
What had happened? Was something wrong?
I heard the sound of Tracy squirting more massage oil from the bottle, and then a second later I felt her hands on me again—my shoulders, this time—supporting herself as she slowly lowered her chest…
Then she pressed the full weight of those massive, oiled tits onto my bare back.
I GROWLED, my toes curling and my fists reflexively holding onto the sofa cushions for dear life. Pleased with my reaction, Tracy got playful—sliding her slippery melons up and down across my naked body.
I wasn’t the only one enjoying Tracy’s massage. Her nipples were thick and hard as eraser nubs dragging across my oiled skin. Below, her pussy rubbed absent-mindedly against my leg, dripping with arousal.
She spun around a full 180 degrees, scooted her naked ass until she was straddling my upper back, and promptly dropped her oiled chest back down again—now using her hands to squeeze and grope at my bare buttocks.
I was so horny, I wanted to scream. As amazing as it felt having Tracy’s big, juicy breasts slipping and sliding all over my naked back, I hated how there was nothing I could actually do while lying on my stomach. I wanted to see my masseuse; wanted to hold her and kiss her and fuck her until we both passed out from exhaustion.
Then I heard Connor moan—loudly—and my curiosity overwhelmed any compunction I had about spying on him with my wife.
I opened my eyes and spun my head around to see what was happening on the opposite couch.
RIA
I can’t tell you how great it felt giving Connor that massage—and the fact that I was naked while doing it just made the whole situation crackle with naughtiness. His body-builder physique felt SO good in my hands.
I went slowly, carefully exploring the shape of each and every one of the guy’s well-defined muscles. His sheer, raw sex appeal was ridiculous—a man with a face as cute as Connor’s shouldn’t also be allowed to have such an amazing body.
But equally sexy was the way he responded to my touch. His breathing grew heavy and excited, and beneath me his hips started shaking uncontrollably, instinctively getting ready to fuck.
After a few minutes spent groping at his back, shoulders, and arms, I finally decided to treat myself to a more intimate region. It had been a full year since I’d groped Connor’s naked ass, and as much as that memory was forever burned into my psyche, it also felt strangely unreal; almost like the whole thing had just been a very vivid, very sexy dream.
I meant to take it slow and tease the guy, but I couldn’t help myself. The closer my hands got to that nice firm butt, the faster I went. Then, just as I was about to get my hands on the prize, I heard Shane start groaning on the other couch.
I turned to see what the big deal was, and gasped at the sight:
Tracy was rubbing her naked tits all over my husband’s body.
It wasn’t exactly much of a massage, but Shane obviously wasn’t complaining. No wonder he was making all that noise!
Tracy caught me staring and blushed, her wide eyes silently asking, is this okay?
I winked at the girl, and answered her question by finally giving Connor’s gorgeous butt a full-on grope. He reflexively lifted his hips up off the couch in response, exposing his smooth-shaven balls and that impressively hard cock.
Speaking if things I wanted to get my hands on…
I pressed my fingertips into Connor’s inner thigh muscles and slid them upwards, teasing, right to the apex of his crotch. Then I did it again, and again—massaging the most sensitive spot on his body without ever quite making contact with his genitals.
Tracy saw what I was doing—where I was heading—and she bit her plump lower lip in anticipation. She mouthed the words: “Go for it.”
So I did.
I snuck a hand up beneath Connor’s body and cupped his balls, feeling the weight of them on my palm.
“Mmm!” he moaned, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Shane turn his head around to check out the action. His eyes bulged at the sight of my hand stroking his best friend’s crotch.
Tracy’s reaction was even more extreme. The girl went completely wild, smearing the flesh of her tits all over my husband’s body. She even dropped her mouth right down to his lean, well-formed butt and took an exaggerated nibble out of one of his ass cheeks.
Poor Shane was practically spasming, he was so excited. I almost felt bad, knowing how desperately his body was screaming at him to just start humping away at the sofa cushions until he came.
“Okay, hold up everybody!” I called out. “Time to switch again. Now it’s me and Tracy’s turn on the sofas.”
I reluctantly took my hand off Connor’s balls.
“Aww,” he joked. “Just when it was getting good.”
Shane, on the other hand, seemed grateful for the reprieve. My guess is he’d been seconds away from ejaculating all over his boss’s sofa.
Connor climbed to his feet, and he and I just stood there for a moment, silently drinking in the sight of each other’s naked bodies. The guy towered above me: a full foot taller and probably close to a hundred pounds heavier with all that muscle weight. What is it about muscles that gets us girls so excited, anyway?
His body was completely smooth shaven, showing off every defined line of his physique in its full, statuesque glory. And his cock…
VERY nice. Firm and thick, the head blushing with excitement. I could only imagine how that big boy would taste inside my mouth.
His eyes travelled hungrily up and down my naked body.
I glanced to the other sofa, where Shane and Tracy were likewise getting a good, up-close look at one another in the buff. Thanks to all the massage oil she’d rubbed on her boobs, Tracy smelled like a coconut dessert. I doubt there was a force on Earth that could have persuaded Shane to take his eyes off the sight of those huge, glistening tits. Hell, I’m straight (or at least, mostly straight) and even I was tempted to hop over there and give that girl a good grope. There’s just something primal about a beautiful naked woman that I think everyone can appreciate, don’t you?
Tracy was enjoying the view every bit as much as Shane. Her wide green eyes scoped out my husband’s exquisitely curved penis, and she shivered as a few drops of her own nectar dribbled down her inner thigh, tickling the skin.
Nobody said a word. No clever jokes to break the tension. We all just stared at one another and reminded ourselves to breathe.
Connor finally broke the spell. “Get on the couch,” he commanded. I obeyed, sprawling out face down on the cushions, teasingly rocking my bare ass back and forth for his benefit.
My masseuse clearly had no intention of giving me a real massage. He wasn’t even gonna fake it for a moment. The second I laid down on that sofa, Connor’s strong hands went right for my naked butt—cupping, squeezing, caressing.
He wasn’t exactly a gentleman, but then, I didn’t want him to be.
Next to us, Tracy quickly laid out her bathrobe across the sofa, to protect it from all the massage oil on her chest. As she moved to lay down, Shane surprised the girl by giving her engorged nipples a teasing little tug.
“Ooh!” Tracy cried out in surprise.
Then she stretched out completely, closed her eyes, and smiled.
The boys went to work.
SHANE
Given how distracted I’d always been by Tracy’s enormous rack, I realized I’d never paid her ass the attention it deserved. The full, healthy buttocks in my hands were every bit as smooth and curvy as the rest of Tracy’s body, and I absolutely loved the way she moaned as my fingers pressed against her skin and kneaded the tension from those sore muscles.
I squirted more massage oil onto my hands and worked my way up Tracy’s body, appreciating the hourglass curve of her waist, stroking the muscles of her back and shoulders—then briefly dropping my fingertips to fondle the exposed swells of her breasts on either side of her body.
Beside me, Connor dribbled massage oil directly into the crease of my wife’s ass and began stroking his thumbs up and down, between her buttocks. Not to be one-upped, I quickly followed suit with Tracy’s ass—taking things even further by swirling my oiled index finger around the outside of her hot, puckered anus.
“Ahh!” Tracy gasped, lifting her hips up off the couch in an urging gesture for me to go further.
I looked back over at Connor, who was liberally coating the inside of Ria’s thighs with massage oil as he worked his fingers closer and closer to her willing cunt.
Poor Connor. As far as he knew, this bit of teasing was as far as he’d be allowed to go with Ria. He had no idea that in a few hours’ time he’d finally have the privilege of fucking my wife to his heart’s content.
Connor’s fingertips got right up to the threshold of Ria’s pussy, but hesitated to go that final millimeter.
She must be going nuts, I thought.
Then I grinned as Ria helpfully spread her legs apart, giving Connor perfect, unobstructed access to the most sensitive spot on her body. Bewildered, he looked over to me for approval, and I responded by hooking my thumb and stroking it across the slick lips of Tracy’s sex. Tracy writhed in agony, dripping with arousal, hips squirming like crazy—
But I didn’t give her satisfaction just yet. I teased her mercilessly, one hand stroking her tight rosebud, one hand pressing against her swollen pussy—just enough to part her folds, but not enough to penetrate.
“Shane, please!” she cried. “Please just do it!”
On the other couch, Ria’s eyes shot open at the sound of Tracy’s pleading. Emboldened by my actions with Tracy, Connor pressed his palm against my wife’s cunt and started rubbing.
“Shane, please, I’m so fucking horny!” Tracy continued. In truth, I was dying to pierce her cunt with my fingers and frig her into a fit of screaming. But there was an adorable desperation in the tone of her voice, and I couldn’t resist teasing her just a bit more…
“What’ll you do for me?” I asked, sliding my thumb a millimeter inside her body.
“Anything!”
“Will you suck my dick?”
“I’ll—Mmm!—Yes!”
“Will you let me fuck your tits?”
“Yes!”
I leaned in to whisper in her ear, so only Tracy could hear me:
“Will you let Ria fuck your boyfriend?”
“Oh god! Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Ria can fuck Connor!”
Connor’s eyes practically bugged out of his head when she said that. Ria MOANED as Connor’s rubbing on her crotch grew frantic.
Without further ado, I slid my fingers deep inside Tracy’s cunt—
“Yesss!”
—and deftly worked my lubricated pinky into her asshole.
“Oh, fuck yes!”
Beside us, I heard Ria let out a euphoric scream of her own as Connor pushed his fingers inside her body.
The two women made a beautiful erotic chorus as Connor and I finger-fucked them both over the edge, into sudden and simultaneous orgasms that left us all breathless. I was so dangerously close to coming, I think one more grateful little whimper from Tracy would have done the trick.
I honestly don’t know how I managed to hold myself together.
RIA
My limp body gave a final jolt as Connor withdrew his fingers from me, and off to the side I watched in amusement as Shane knelt down beside Tracy and gently caressed her shuddering, post-orgasmic body.
Ho-lee-shit.
I hadn’t been expecting THAT to happen. Not that I was complaining, mind you—coming with Connor’s lubricated fingers inside of me had been oh-so-satisfying after all that horrible teasing. I rolled over onto my back and smiled up at my masseuse.
“Mmm, that felt wonderful,” I sighed.
I looked up at the clock: Six PM. Six more hours to go before I could fuck Connor and Shane could fuck Tracy. 360 long, excruciating minutes to go before I would finally feel that big, meaty cock filling me up.
Six hours to go until my husband and I both broke our wedding vows by being unfaithful.
I shook my head at the thought. There was nothing “unfaithful” about it. Shane and I had both talked openly about what we wanted, and we’d both agreed to it. We were gonna have sex with other people, and we both trusted that it wasn’t gonna ruin our marriage. If that’s not an act of real faith, I don’t know what is.
“Tracy?” I heard Shane ask.
The girl was still shaking like crazy over there on the other couch, gasping for breath as she recovered from the orgasm Shane had given her.
When she opened her beautiful green eyes, they were glistening with tears.
“What’s wrong, Trace?” Shane asked. “Did I go too far?”
Tracy laughed, choking back a sob. She shook her head, “Of course not, I was begging for it. It’s just—it’s just…”
She rolled onto her side, the motion swinging her nude breasts to face my husband—then she grabbed him by the hair and kissed him ferociously on the lips.
Their bodies collided, Tracy’s heaving, oiled bosom clapping against Shane’s bare chest.
Connor and I shared a look, and I reached out to delicately stroke his impressive cock while we watched our partners kiss. God, he was hard.
Finally, Tracy broke away from Shane and wiped her eyes. She saw me fondling her boyfriend’s big cock and shook her head in amusement.
“Don’t you guys ever wonder ‘what if?’” she whispered.
Shane raised an eyebrow, “What if what?”
“I mean, on that very first double date,” Tracy answered. “Three years ago, today. Before we became ‘the double date that didn’t end’ and all that. I was on a date with Shane, and Ria was on a date with Connor, remember? Then we switched at the end of the night. Don’t you ever wonder what would have happened if we’d never switched? If Shane hadn’t said he wanted to ride through that silly Tunnel of Love thing with Ria, instead of me?”
“Hey, I just said what was obviously on everybody’s mind,” Shane protested.
“I know,” Tracy sighed, “but the rest of us were too shy to speak up. Meaning if Shane hadn’t said anything, we probably would have all gone ahead and ridden through that Tunnel of Love with the wrong person, and—and—” She looked down at the floor. “If that happened, do you guys think everything would be backwards right now? Would I be with Shane? Would Ria be with Connor? Would we all still even be friends? Don’t you guys ever wonder, ‘what if?’”
“Of course,” I said.
“Yeah,” Connor grinned.
“All the time,” Shane nodded.
Tracy let out a sigh of relief, raising her eyes to meet my husband’s. “Really? You think about what it would be like if I was your girlfriend?”
He smiled sweetly at her, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from her eyes. “Tracy, I think about it every day, from the moment I see you come into the office. I think about what might have happened between us so often it drives me absolutely crazy. I’ve like, got this whole detailed fantasy version of how the last three years of my life would have gone if I was with you instead of Ria.”
Connor met my eyes, and without saying a word it was clear that he and I could both say the same thing about each other.
Tracy grinned, “Phew! I’m just glad to hear we’re all on the same page. That I’m not the only one who wonders about this stuff.”
I barely heard her. I was too focused on the way Connor was looking at me—his eyes pained with desire as my fingers torturously teased his cock.
Tracy followed my example, sliding her fingertip up along the underside of Shane’s erect shaft.
“So, Tracy,” I panted, “Are you thinking we should we pay these boys back for the wonderful orgasms they just gave us?”
“Oh, absolutely. These big, sexy boys deserve a big, sexy reward. But not like this—” Shane let out a whimper as she released her grip on him. I reluctantly followed her example and let go of Connor, as well.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“I think we should put on a little show for them. Give the guys an idea of what you and me got up to the other night.”
Shane’s eyes lit up at the prospect, and I couldn’t help but shake my head in amusement at just how predictable men can be.
“Wait, what?” Connor frowned, confused.
Tracy and I just grinned wickedly at each other. It took a minute, but Connor finally got the hint.
“Bullshit,” he said.
We giggled. Connor looked back and forth at the two of us in disbelief.
“For reals? The two of you?”
“For reals,” I answered.
“Did you know about this?” he asked Shane.
Shane just nodded, dumbly. Clearly his imagination was already running wild.
Connor cursed. “And none of you thought to video tape it!?”
We all burst out laughing.
Tracy propped herself up on her elbow, laying sideways across the sofa so that her proud, inviting breasts were pointed right at me. She crooked a finger in my direction and a second later I was up on my feet, striding naked across the room towards her.
I helped Tracy to her feet and we embraced, the smooth flesh of our naked bosoms molding together. I took a playful nip at her plump lower lip. Mid lip-lock, we both reached down and squeezed each other’s asses—really making a show of it for the men.
“Fuck…” Connor panted.
He and Shane were both grinning like idiots.
Tracy finally took her hands off my butt, giggling—”You’re butt feels so slippery!”
I laughed, “Hey, blame your boyfriend, he’s the one that dumped a bucket of massage oil down there! YOU on the other hand—”
I groped her ridiculously oiled tits, prompting a happy moan—
“You did this to your own damn self.”
My fingers encircled the girl’s nipples and gently twisted. Our mouths collided once more.
When Tracy and I had fooled around for the first time—just two nights earlier—we’d both been utterly terrified. Shy, nervous, self-conscious about our bodies…
But with everything that had happened since then, I wasn’t nervous at all this time. Not even with Connor and Shane both watching us from two feet away.
“I think,” Shane swallowed anxiously, “that you two girls should head upstairs for a nice clean bubble bath. To wash off all that massage oil.”
“Yeah,” Connor agreed, still hypnotized by the way Tracy and I were fondling each other. “Bubble bath. Good.”
“See? The caveman agrees with me,” Shane joked. Connor slugged him in the shoulder.
“I think a bath sounds lovely,” I said, holding Tracy’s lustful gaze.
She turned to the two men. “Give us a few minutes to get ready, then you boys can come up and watch the fun.”
She grabbed me by the hand and we ran upstairs to the bathroom. Soon as the door was closed, Tracy spun to me, hands on her hips:
“I know that face,” I laughed. “That’s your ‘evil’ face!”
“Why did Shane ask me that?” she whispered impatiently.
“Ask you what?”
“When I was begging him to put his fingers in me just now, your husband asked me three things: ‘Would you suck my cock?’ ‘Would you let me fuck your tits?’ and ‘Would you let Ria fuck Connor?’”
I shrugged, innocently.
She continued: “Wanting those first two things makes sense, but why would your husband ask me to let you fuck Connor?”
I shrugged innocently.
“Ria! Come on, you have to tell me! Do you and Shane actually want to have sex with me and Connor, or are we all just playing around?”
I shrugged innocently.
“You are a fucking tease!” she laughed. “Well, obviously something has changed since this morning. Can you at least tell me what the boundaries are? It’s okay for the guys to use their fingers on us, apparently.”
“More than okay,” I quipped.
“And obviously it’s okay for us to do this—”
She stabbed her fingers up into my dripping slit, still tender from my recent climax. I gasped in surprise, which just made Tracy smile. I nodded.
“So, what’s NOT okay?” she asked.
“You can’t fuck him,” I panted.
“What else?”
“You can’t fuck him,” I repeated. It was getting hard to concentrate with her rubbing me like that.
“But everything else is okay?”
I nodded. “You just… can’t fuck him.”
“Fine. But I can fuck you.”
SHANE
“Dude! What is going on?” Connor growled.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, all day you and Ria have been acting like—like—”
“Like what?”
“Forget it, I don’t wanna jinx it,” he laughed.
The girls had asked us to give them “a few minutes” while they filled the bath, but Connor and I were both starting to get pretty restless. We paced anxiously, our nudity covered up by the discarded bathrobes.
Upstairs, Ria finally called out, “Okay fellas, come on up and get your free show!”
Connor and I exchanged a quick look, then we broke the sound barrier getting up those stairs.
As I approached the half open bathroom door, I distinctly heard three things:
The faint sound of gently splashing water,
The mixed moaning of two beautiful naked women,
And my own heart, pounding like a jackhammer at my ribcage.
Connor eagerly pushed open the door and we both lit up like little kids on Christmas morning.
The women had turned off the lights, and left the bathroom illuminated by a few carefully-placed candles—casting a surreal, flickering glow on the action. The whirlpool bathtub overflowed with a mountain of bubbles. And Ria—my exotic, supermodel wife—was perched on the rim of the tub, her long, dark hair soaked with bath water and clinging to the perky curve of her tits.
She moaned and groaned, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as Tracy—
Woah.
Tracy was licking my wife’s pussy.
The buxom bombshell knelt on the floor of the tub—her nude body hidden beneath all those foaming white bubbles—and penetrated Ria’s cunt with her extended tongue. Ria clenched her thighs around Tracy’s head and began frantically thrusting her hips—literally fucking the other girl’s face in the candlelight.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It just didn’t seem real, watching the two of them go at it like that. Connor and I approached wordlessly, both of us still wearing those silly bathrobes.
“Mmm,” Tracy moaned, slurping one of Ria’s slick cunt lips into her mouth. “Connor, baby, she tastes so good…”
“God damn,” Connor shook his head in bewilderment. I think it’s safe to say the guy had never been so horny before in his life.
Ria came abruptly—screaming and spasming and splashing water and bubbles all over the fucking place.
“You are really, really good at that,” she sighed, sliding limply back into the bathtub beside Tracy. The two of them kissed, tongues probing each other’s mouths. Their soft, soapy breasts squeezed together.
Tracy leaned backwards, thrusting her tits up out of the water, and my wife leaned in, brushing the bubble foam off her friend’s bosom and tenderly licking those two rosy nipples to maximum firmness.
“Ahhh,” Tracy moaned happily.
Ria met my eyes as an erect nipple plopped out from between her lips. She squeezed her friend’s boobs together, creating a mountain of glistening cleavage for my viewing pleasure.
I just grunted with desire.
My incredible wife turned her attention back to Tracy, slowly tracing one hand down the girl’s chest and across her navel—then under the water, until she was cupping that sinfully bald pussy against her palm.
“My husband dreams about fucking you,” she whispered to Tracy.
“Oh!” Tracy moaned.
“He calls out your name during sex, all the time,” Ria continued.
Tracy turned to face me, her mouth going slack.
“He wants to put his cock inside you so bad right now,” Ria teased.
“Shane…” Tracy whimpered. She crooked a “come hither” finger in my direction.
I couldn’t resist an invitation like that. I closed the last few feet of distance to the tub and held my breath in anticipation. As if in a trance, Tracy slowly teased open the knot of my bathrobe, until my fully-erect cock was out in the open and pointing right at her mouth.
Sensing what was about to happen, Ria beckoned Connor over, as well—and my buff buddy tossed aside his own bathrobe and stood naked in front of my wife. Both women spun around to face us, resting their soapy bosoms against the rim of the tub. Their eyes sparkled, excitedly looking back and forth from our faces to our cocks.
With shaking hands, Tracy reached out, grabbed hold of my hips, and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long.”
Then she pulled me forward and stuffed my cock in her mouth.
My vision blurred as Tracy’s plump, sexy lips descended down my shaft. Unable to take the whole thing, she wrapped her soapy fingers around the base and started pumping—the motion sending ripples through her glistening cleavage.
“Mmm,” she cooed, looking up at me with happy, hungry eyes.
She withdrew for a moment to catch her breath, and my vision returned to normal. Beside me, Connor was having some fun of his own, with Ria planting soft wet kisses all along his penis while she rubbed Tracy’s clit beneath the water.
Tracy quickly recaptured my attention by sliding her tongue up beneath my balls and moaning like she’d just tasted the most delicious meal of her life. Then, without breaking eye-contact, she leaned forward and naughtily rubbed my swollen cockhead back and forth across her adorable girlish face.
Her breathing quickened. Drops of hot, steamy bath water dripped down from Tracy’s breasts and splashed onto the tops of my feet. She took me in her mouth again—more deliberately this time—swallowing inch after blissful inch until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
Below the surface of the water, Ria’s wrist became a blur on Tracy’s crotch.
Tracy slowly released my cock, holding suction the whole way. When only the tip remained inside her mouth, she twisted her head to make a lewd show of how my rigid penis was stretching out her cheek from the inside.
“Oh god, you guys…” Tracy whimpered, looking from me, to Ria, to Connor—totally overwhelmed by what was happening. “Oh god—oh GOD! Mmm!”
She came, moaning and groaning through the meat of my penis.
Somehow, I managed not to come—but my resolve was seriously waning. Much as I wanted to wait until midnight before I let myself go, I knew I had a few more minutes of this in me, at best.
Having finally recovered from her climax, Tracy turned to Ria and whispered, “I think the Shane need some cleaning up, too. Do you mind if I borrow him?”
Ria let Connor’s cock slip out from between her lips and gave Tracy a wildly sexy kiss. My cock lurched at the sight.
“Just remember what we talked about,” Ria teased.
“I know, I know. No fucking,” Tracy whined.
She stood up to her full height, perfectly naked save for the playful frosting of bubble bath coating her body. I shook my head in disbelief—the girl looked too good to be true. Like she was a damn mirage, or something. She stepped out of the tub and pulled me in for a kiss—crushing the entirety of her warm, wet body against me. My cock pressed against her stomach and her fingernails grazed my back as our lips and tongues collided.
Then, with Ria and Connor both watching us, Tracy gently clutched my penis and led me into the big glass shower with her.
A second later, we were madly Frenching beneath the hot, steamy spray.
I’m usually a fairly gentle lover—tender and romantic, teasing and sensual—but at that moment something in me just snapped, and I assaulted Tracy’s body with animal hunger. I squeezed her huge boobs, dropped my face to her cleavage, and greedily suckled her nipples.
“Oh yes—yes!” she shouted.
She squeezed out a dollop of soap into her hand and closed it around my shaft, frantically pumping.
“Shane, look,” she moaned.
Tracy was pointing out through the fogged-up shower glass, where Connor and Ria were standing upright in the bathtub, grinding their naked bodies together. I groaned with a mixture of lust and jealousy as Connor spun my wife around and dropped to his knees, kissing her back as he went, until his face was pressed firmly against the cushion of Ria’s firm buttocks.
RIA
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” I stammered, feeling Connor’s tongue swirling across the naked globes of my ass. I leaned forward, supporting my weight against the rim of the tub and thrusting my rear right into my studly lover’s face.
Inside the shower, I could clearly make out the foggy shapes of Shane and Tracy, groping and kissing like a couple of teenagers. Tracy turned to face me and Connor, wiggling her butt against my husband’s cock while he reached around to fondle her breasts.
Suddenly, I felt Connor’s teeth clamp down on my ass and I could no longer bear to sit by as a passive observer. I twirled around and pushed Connor into a seated position against the edge of the tub, then I straddled his muscular body—pressing my excited pussy against his chiseled abs.
Our lips brushed together for a teasing instant, and then Connor’s tongue was in my mouth and his powerful arms were holding my body with no hope of escape. My sensitive nipples grazed back and forth against the musculature of his chest, sending bursts of pleasure shooting through my body.
I’d already come three times—from screwing Shane in the sauna, from Connor’s massage on the sofa, and from Tracy’s tongue just a few minutes earlier—so it wasn’t likely to happen again just quite yet. But holy shit it felt good just being naked in that bathtub, making out with the figment of all my fantasies.
Besides, just because I probably wasn’t going to come, didn’t mean HE couldn’t.
I scooted backwards, one inch at a time, until Connor’s warm shaft was trapped snugly in the cleft of my ass. Gently, I clenched my buttocks around him—
“Ah!” he grunted.
I dropped my tongue to his chest, licking his nipples while my butt muscles squeezed and milked the guy’s cock.
With an almost angry snarl of lust, Connor grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back—until my wet, glistening breasts were pointed right at his face. He dove in, rubbing his face on my cleavage and stroking his tongue firmly across my engorged nipples.
I hazarded a glance over at the shower and groaned at the sight: Tracy’s enormous bare boobs were pressed up against the glass door, her breath fogging the glass in front of her face. Shane stood behind her, watching me and Connor—grinding his dick against the meat of Tracy’s ass.
Connor finally released my breasts from his mouth and I managed to catch a few desperate breaths to keep from fainting.
“I want to fuck you, Ria,” he panted.
“I do too,” I whimpered. “But we can’t.”
It felt so cruel, denying him when I knew full-well I would be granting Connor his wish later that night.
I spun around again—on all fours this time—filling Connor’s field of vision with my firm ass and puffy wet pussy. I grabbed a bottle of soap and squirted it liberally across my buttocks and into the crack between them.
“Rub your cock on my ass,” I panted. “Rub it on my ass until you come.”
“Jesus, Ria. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Just do it.”
I undulated my hips, waving my firm butt back and forth in front of his eyes.
Connor climbed to his knees, positioned his slick, soapy cock above my slick, soapy ass—then pressed the shaft down and rubbed it back and forth across my butt cheeks. He growled with pleasure.
It felt so deliciously naughty, especially with Shane and Tracy watching from the shower. Every nerve strand in my body was screaming for me to take Connor’s big cock inside me; to steal some pleasure for myself amidst all this excitement. But I held firm and just luxuriated in the knowledge that Connor was living out a fantasy with my body.
It was time to finally let the poor guy have some relief.
I reached back and grabbed hold of my buttocks, spreading them invitingly for my lover. He lowered his shaft down into the crack of my ass and I squeezed it for him.
“Come on me, Connor,” I moaned.
His eyes steeled with resolve and Connor started thrusting, gliding his burning hot erection across the slippery cleft of my ass.
“Oh, fuck yes…” he growled.
My breasts swung pendulously with every thrust of his hips, and I cried out in surprise as Connor’s swinging balls clapped against the folds of my pussy.
“Mmm! Faster!” I moaned.
Connor grabbed hold of my swaying tits and squeezed. His angry cock glided frantically between my toned, smooth buttocks, and his balls slapped harder and harder against my cunt lips.
We both glanced up at Shane and Tracy, still going at it in the shower. Pawing at each other as they watched us. Shane had three fingers up Tracy’s snatch and she was already moaning like a banshee.
Suddenly Connor’s hand shot down from my chest and started rubbing my clit. Son of a bitch. I WAS going to come! I could already feel the fiery snake of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Oh, Connor!” I screamed.
“Ria! I can’t—I’m gonna—”
“Come on me, Connor!” The pleasure took over for me, and my words became an incoherent mess. “Come all over me! Now! Now! Aah!!!”
With a roar, Connor erupted, his cock spasming between my clenching ass cheeks and his hot seed splashing down onto my slender bare back.
The sensation pushed me way over the edge and I climaxed, shaking so hard I had to brace myself against the edge of the tub to keep from falling over.
Connor immediately hugged my body against his, planting ecstatic kisses against my neck. My whole body shook and the world spun like I’d just downed eight shots of bourbon.
“Oh, Connor…” I whimpered.
SHANE
“Oh, Shane…” Tracy whimpered.
The combined stimulus of my fingers and the lewd sight of Connor blasting his semen all over my wife’s back was too much for poor Tracy. Her cunt spasmed against my hand, and the flesh of her breasts wiped wide streaks across the fogged shower door.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She suddenly spun back around to face me, eyes flashing. Our mouths crashed together once more—briefly—then Tracy tore herself away and grabbed the lavender body wash off the shelf.
“You asked me to give you a blowjob, and I did,” she panted. “Now it’s time I made good on my second promise.”
She thrust the bottle of body wash into my hands—
“Soap up my tits,” she commanded.
I grinned.
Tracy helpfully crossed her arms beneath her prodigious bosom, squeezing and lifting those spectacular melons to meet my gaze. I dribbled a liberal coating of soap onto her cleavage and then cast aside the bottle to free up both hands for some much-needed groping. I really took my time savoring Tracy’s boobs—fondling, lifting, squeezing, caressing—making damn sure that every inch of soft nude skin was thoroughly coated with slippery soap.
She pushed me back until I was reclining against the wall, gave me one final kiss on the lips, then sunk to her knees so that her heavy tits were at the exact same height as my erection.
I heard Ria’s voice call out: “Enjoy yourself, sweetie. You’ve earned it!”
“Oh, he will,” Tracy promised.
She slowly swung her chest left to right, letting her swinging breasts slap against the side of my cock. My shaft travelled effortlessly along the slick curve of her cleavage, until I felt the thick bud of her nipple poking into me from beneath. Tracy gently grasped my penis and pressed it down into the flesh of her tit, tracing a single, super-sensitive nipple along the bottom of my rigid rod.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned.
Then she leaned forward—staring up at me with those wide green eyes—and wrapped the slippery warm pillows of her breasts around my desperate cock.
My hips went on auto-pilot, thrusting up into the snug channel of her cleavage. With each push, my cockhead speared into view beneath Tracy’s smiling lips, then disappeared entirely when I withdrew. Her chest shook and bounced delightfully.
Tracy pressed her palms against the outsides of her breasts and squeezed them together, trapping me between. I shuddered from the incredible sensation. Her tits were pressed so tightly around my cock, I could actually feel her heart beating inside her chest.
“That f-feels amazing,” I panted, my teeth chattering with desire.
Pleased with herself, Tracy cupped her breasts from beneath and slowly slid them up and down around my shaft. She squeezed and kneaded her own bouncing tits as she went, tugging at the nipples with her fingertips. All I could hear was the wet, soapy slapping of her heavy bosom crashing down onto my pelvis again and again.
I was going totally insane with pleasure. It was all too much. I’d been dreaming about fucking this woman’s tits for three goddamn years.
My idle hands grew restless with Tracy doing all the work like that. Impatiently, I grabbed hold of her head and urged it down—until her open lips were in position to receive my cock at the peak of each thrust. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.
“Tracy! I’m gonna—”
“Don’t hold back,” she moaned. “Not one drop. I want you to come ALL over me.”
“Oh god—oh god!”
Her tits became a bouncing blur around my cock. Her mouth was a hot wet vacuum around the tip. My balls contracted, and I felt every muscle in my body suddenly seize up—
“Aahhh!!!”
I cried out, finally exploding in climax. Tracy caught the first blast in her mouth, but quickly leaned back to let spurt after spurt of my white-hot cum rain down across her adorable face and that endless expanse of cleavage.
I finally subsided, slumping exhausted against the wall.
“Ooh yeah,” Tracy cooed, swirling her fingers through the mess on her chest. “So naughty.”
In the bathtub, I spotted Ria and Connor snuggling up naked against each other, luxuriating in the aftermath.
“Did we all enjoy that?” Ria asked.
Everyone nodded, still in a daze of disbelief.
“That was amazing,” Connor sighed.
“So amazing,” I groaned.
Tracy gave my mercifully deflating cock a final squeeze between her sticky breasts.
“My pleasure,” she giggled.
Ria stroked a finger across Connor’s muscular chest. “Do you realize how overdue this night is?”
He just grunted in agreement and kissed my wife with his tongue.
Tracy stood back up, rubbing the circulation back into her knees. While Ria and Connor were busy kissing each other, she leaned in and whispered to me:
“Does it make you jealous, watching him with her? Or does it turn you on?”
“Both,” I sighed.
Tracy nodded in agreement, washing my mess off her tits and face. She turned to me, serious:
“We’re finally all gonna fuck tonight, aren’t we? You and me? Ria and Connor? This whole day has just been one long seduction, leading up to the main event. Am I right?”
I didn’t say anything, but I’m pretty sure she saw the answer she was looking for in my lustful, post-orgasmic eyes.
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