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The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 01-02

By: bosombuddies



(This is an entry in the "Winter Holidays" Contest for 2013. Just a heads-up: though this submission stands on its own as a complete story for purposes of the contest, I will be posting an additional follow-up story with these characters in the relatively near future. In the meantime, please enjoy!) 

CHAPTER 1 -- Dance With the One That Brung Ya'

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SHANE

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Most of my coworkers spent the day grumbling about the fact that they all had to come into the office on Christmas Eve. Everyone was so distracted by thoughts of hearty family dinners, mysterious pretty boxes, and little pine trees wrapped up with blinking lights, that hardly any work got done all day. But working on Christmas had never really bothered me. My parents had passed away a few years earlier, I had no siblings or extended family to speak of, and I'd never been particularly a religious sort of fellow in the first place. As far as I was concerned, I wasn't missing anything by putting in a few extra hours at the office.

Problem was, I wasn't concentrating on my work, either. Not because of the Christmas spirit, but because of the new girl sitting at the cubicle beside mine, her gorgeous figure a constant fixture in my peripheral vision.

To use the parlance of my ancestors, Tracy was a "honey." Sandy brown hair, enormous green eyes, and a playful, girl-next-door smile that conjured images of Homecoming dances and first kisses at summer camp. Her disproportionately large breasts—currently filling out a festive holiday sweater—were so spectacular that I imagined they would jump-start the puberty process for every boy lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her in profile. No doubt she'd broken a lot of hearts growing up.

I glanced back at my computer and let out an audible laugh when I realized just how pathetically little work I'd managed to get done.

"What's so funny?" Tracy asked, peeking into my cubicle.

"Nothing, I'm just having trouble keeping myself on-task today."

"Too excited about the holidays?"

I shrugged. People always acted weird when I told them I didn't celebrate Christmas. Like it meant I had some personal vendetta against all joy, everywhere in the world. When a young, single guy with no living family doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, nobody bats an eye. But Christmas? What sort of monster doesn't like Christmas?!

Over the years, I'd basically mastered the art of the non-answer to such questions:

"Actually, I generally like keep things pretty low-key. How about you?"

"No plans," she said a bit dejectedly.

That caught me by surprise. 

"Really?"

"I usually spend it with my brother, but he's deployed overseas this year, and my best friend is gonna be busy hanging out with this new guy she's dating, so—yeah, no plans."

"No way, that's awesome!" I said. Tracy raised an eyebrow at my callous enthusiasm, so I hurriedly clarified: "Not the fact that you don't have plans—that's not what's awesome. I mean, it's awesome for me. Or, I mean, it could be."

Fuck. It'd been years since I'd gotten this tongue-tied over a pretty girl. I made a goofy, self-deprecating face, and tried one last time:

"What I'm TRYING to say is—"

"Trying and failing," she teased.

"—Is that I don't have any Christmas plans, either. So, if you're not doing anything, maybe we can hang out."

"Ah, I see," she flashed me a coy smile. "Would this 'hanging out' you describe involve, like, a date of some kind?"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

She tapped her pencil thoughtfully on her knee, considering my offer while her eyes gave me the once-over. I held my breath, wondering what she thought of me. My appearance has always been kind of polarizing when it comes to the opposite sex. To half the women in the world, I'm invisible. The "nice guy." "Not bad." A "teddy bear." 

To the other half, I apparently look like a movie star. I provoke sighs of longing, secret love letters, and doodles in diaries surrounded by dozens of hearts.

Doesn't make sense to me, either. I guess it's like how cilantro tastes like soap to some people. I just hoped Tracy didn't see Teddy Ruxpin when she looked at me.

"Tell you what," She said, at last. "Remember how I said my friend is gonna be busy hanging out with some guy? Well, she invited me to tag along, but I didn't want to be a third wheel."

"I see. But if you show up with me..."

"Exactly, then it's not awkward. How would you feel about doing, like, a double date thing with the two of them? My friend Ria is awesome, and this guy Connor she met is supposedly pretty cool, too."

"Hey, a double date sounds good to me. Long as the word 'date' is in there somewhere."

"Great!" she chirped. "You can pick me up at seven."

Glowing inside, I turned back to my desk and spent the next hour utterly failing to get any work done. Maybe I was gonna have a Merry Christmas, after all. How many times do you get to go out with a girl like Tracy?

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RIA

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How many times do you get to go out with a stud like Connor? I mean, seriously, he's just so damn yummy, head to toe. Those eyes, those dimples, muscles on muscles on muscles... I'd been horny pretty much non-stop since he asked me out last week. And now, with less than an hour to go before our date—

Where the fuck was my straightening iron?! Seriously, I always kept it in the same spot, and it had no business abandoning me in my moment of need. 

Aargh!

I plopped onto the bed—deep breath—calm down, Ria. I'd remember where I put it if I could just stop thinking about Connor's big strong arms for like two seconds.

Overnight bag! Yes, from last weekend!

Victorious, I ironed the frizz out of my long, dark hair—damn you, winter climate—and put the finishing touches on my appearance:

Hair? Check. Killer eye-shadow? Check. Badass leather jacket? Check. Sexy new bra and underwear? Double-check. I typically didn't give it up on a first date, but a girl can never be too prepared.

The doorbell rang and I did an excited little dance on my way downstairs. 

As I passed by the family photo on the wall, I said a quick Christmas prayer for Mama and Papa in heaven. I may be a middling/poor Catholic—not sure I believe any of it, anymore—but there are some things about the way I was brought up that still feel right, regardless.

"Wish me luck, guys," I said.

Then I opened the door and smiled at the scrumptious stud-muffin standing on my front porch. 

I admit, I was a bit let down to see how casually Connor had dressed for our date—blue jeans and a faded bomber jacket—and he hadn't brought me flowers or anything (sue me, I'm old-fashioned). Still, he was definitely the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on, and my mind was already racing ahead to what we might be getting up to later on in the evening.

"Hey there, handsome!" I beamed.

"Hey Ria! You look... very, very hot." His eyes were already going everywhere, checking me out.

That horny voice in the back of my head suggested skipping our plans altogether and just inviting Connor up to my bedroom right then and there—but I really did want the chance to get to know him better first, and I'd already promised Tracy that we'd make it a double date with her and some supposedly "gorgeous" guy named Shane she'd met at work.

Plus, who can say no to cotton candy?

The four of us arranged to meet up at a big holiday-themed carnival that had been set up in the center of town. Bright lights, fried food, and a menagerie of those whirl-a-puke roller coaster things. It was a bit chilly to be outside, but I figured I could always warm myself by snuggling up against Connor.

"Ria!"

I spun to see Tracy running towards me through the crowd, drawing everyone's attention with the way her porno-sized boobs bounced around beneath her sweater. I loved that girl to death, but damn if she didn't know what a spectacle she made when she did that.

She wrapped me up in a big, friendly hug, and then—

Her eyes glazed over when she saw Connor. Not that I could blame her, exactly, but if you ask me she was looking at him a little harder than she really needed to. And Connor was checking HER out a little more than he needed to, as well. Not that I could really blame him, either. I've got a pretty decent set of curves, but my bra-size doesn't register nearly as far up into the alphabet as Tracy's does.

Still, those two could have at least been subtle about it. You dance with the one that brung ya', right? 

"Ahem," I said, breaking the spell. "Trace, where's YOUR date?"

"Huh? Oh right! Shane. I ran ahead when I saw you. He's right back there."

Typical Tracy, ditching her date five seconds into the evening. The girl was a total sweetie, but she could be so clueless sometimes. I followed her gaze to discover a very average-looking guy hurrying to join us. This was her "gorgeous" man from the office? Average height, average build—really the only thing special at all about him was the color of his eyes. They were a sparkling blue-green, like the abalone necklace my mom used to wear when I was a kid.

Fine, maybe he was a bit better than average-looking, I don't know. But definitely not as sexy as Tracy had described him over the phone. Not like my Connor.

"Nice to meet you," he said. His smile was sweet and earnest, a far cry from the playful smirk Connor always wore.

Shane turned his attention back to Tracy and said, "Here, some guy was selling these over by the hotdog stand. Merry Christmas."

To my chagrin, he handed her a bouquet of flowers.

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SHANE

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I'd gotten a little miffed that Tracy had just bolted ahead of me through the crowd like that, and then a little more miffed when I'd finally spotted her making goo-goo eyes at her friend's date, and then a little MORE miffed when I'd realized said guy looked like exactly the sort of bloke who used to throw me in the dumpster every day in the 7th grade.

But, thankfully, I realized I was being stupid. I hadn't even met these people yet, and I was already talking myself into having another downer of a Christmas. Well, not this year! This year I was going to have some fun, maybe make a few friends, and, if Santa Clause was feeling a bit generous later tonight, even go home with Tracy.

Once we'd all broken the ice by surviving a ride on the Tilt-O-Tron, the four of us actually hit it off amazingly well. It helped that we all had one big thing in common: none of us had anyone to share the holidays with. Ria and I had both lost our parents, Connor wasn't on speaking terms with his family, and Tracy's was overseas.

"So then, you guys know what it's like!" Connor laughed. "To tell someone you're not celebrating Christmas and watch them freak out. Like, they're worried you're gonna go door to door and tear down all the mistletoe or something."

It hadn't been fair of me to dismiss Connor as a "dumb jock" the way I had at first. Despite our differences (he was an amateur kick-boxer who played fantasy football, I was an aspiring painter who played World of Warcraft), we got along like we'd been friends for years. We didn't see eye-to-eye on much of anything, but sometimes a buddy you can have a good-natured argument with is more fun than a buddy whose brain works the exact same way yours does. Even if the girls hadn't been there, I probably would have still had a fun evening, just hanging with Connor.

But, although my first impression of Connor had proven incorrect, my first impression of Tracy's friend Maria (or "Ria," as she liked to be called), was irrefutable: the girl was a knockout. Short, slender, and sultry. Deep, dark eyes and bronze Latin skin. Tiny waist, terrific butt, and perky, perfect tits. She probably could have been a model, if she wasn't five feet tall. 

Ria was every bit as sexy as my own date, but while Tracy's impossible curves looked almost like an exaggeration, Ria looked more "real." She acted more real, too. Fun as Tracy was to talk to, she had her head in the clouds half the time. That girlish energy was cute, but it was also hard for me to really connect with. Ria, on the other hand, was down to earth and just plain cool. She always looked you right in the eye during a conversation.

"How long have you two girls been friends for?" I asked.

They exchanged a quick glance, and then Ria answered, "It's gotta be seven years now. Back in college, we used to waitress for the same restaurant."

"Which restaurant?" Connor asked.

Ria shrugged, "Just some tacky sports bar."

Tracy was biting her lip, clearly fighting the urge to say more. I spun to my date, looked into her gorgeous green eyes, and asked, "Okay, what isn't she telling us?"

"Nothing!" she giggled.

"'Nothing' my ass. Come on, what's the big deal?"

"It was a Hooters!" Tracy blurted out, grinning wickedly.

I blinked. For at least a minute, all I could think about was how insanely fucking hot Ria and Tracy must have looked wearing those skin-tight Hooters uniforms over their young, voluptuous bodies: That white tank-top stretched to the limit over Tracy's phenomenal breasts. Those bright orange short-shorts hugging up against the cheeks of Ria's firm, squeezable butt. 

Their tip money must have been off the charts.

"Wish I could have been a customer," Connor teased. 

Ria blushed, giving Tracy the evil eye for telling us.

"Oh whatever!" Tracy chirped. "We were nineteen years old and it was an adventure. I've got no regrets."

But Ria was clearly embarrassed, and I felt bad for bringing up. So, before Connor and Tracy could utter another wise crack, I changed the subject:

"Who's up for another ride on one of these haphazardly-assembled Carnie death traps?"

While the Tracy and Connor started arguing over which ride looked the most dangerous, Ria turned in my direction and mouthed a silent "thank you." Warmth flooded though my chest.

It was an odd moment for me. Ever since that afternoon, Tracy had been all I could think about. I'd been fantasizing non-stop about where our date tonight might lead—imagining my first glimpse of her incredible, nude body—or the sweet expression on her wholesome face as she devoured the length of my cock—or the way she would moan while I grabbed onto her big, swinging tits and fucked her doggy-style on my bed.

And yet, as the night wore on, I found myself thinking more and more about her friend, instead. After a few hours, Tracy's incredible body seemed somehow less important than Ria's incredible smile.

"She's stunning, isn't she?" Tracy whispered in my ear.

"Huh?"

"Ria. You keep staring at her."

"Oh! Uh, yeah, she's pretty. I guess."

My date gave me a knowing grin and I kicked myself for being so classless. Here I was, lucky enough to be on a date with a fun, sexy girl like Tracy, and I couldn't stop thinking about her friend. What the hell was wrong with me? It's not like Ria was interested in me; she had her own man to fawn over. A guy who made me look like Jimmy Olsen, in comparison.

By ten o'clock, most of the families with small children had left the carnival to head home. I watched a family of three walk past us—two blissful but exhausted parents carrying their tuckered-out eight-year old. To your average person, it was an adorable sight. Just another Hallmark moment. But to me—

"It sucks, doesn't it?" Ria asked.

She was watching the all-too-happy family, as well.

"I used to think their birthdays would be the worst," Ria continued, "but on Christmas—"

I nodded, "On Christmas, you can't get away from it. Everywhere you look, it's 'FAMILY, FAMILY, FAMILY,' in bright fucking lights."

The all-too-familiar twisting stomach pain I always got when I thought about my parents' deaths reared its ugly head. I looked back over at Ria and asked, "Were you close to them?"

"Puerto Rican parents with only one child? Oh yeah. You?"

"Not so much."

Her eyes met mine. "You think that made it easier?"

"Maybe. But it kills me to think I didn't take advantage of the time I had with them."

Ria looked away into space, considering my words for a moment, then sidled back over to Connor, who was so busy arranging the condiments on his nachos that he hadn't heard a word we'd said. I was happy to let the matter drop, not wanting to spoil the fun of our double date with any more unwelcome memories.

For the next hour, the disparity between Connor and myself became even more evident as we playfully competed in a succession of silly carnival games. Connor could kick my ass at anything sports-related (like fast-balling a stack of leaden milk bottles) whereas I proved triumphant at everything requiring delicacy (pub-darting a brightly colored balloon).

At the start of the games, things went pretty much as you'd expect, with our respective dates rooting for each of us appropriately. But when Connor stripped off his bomber jacket to swing a rubber mallet at the High Striker, Tracy let out a wolf-whistle:

"Whoo! Come on, Connor!"

"Hey!" Ria let out a cry of mock indignation. "You don't get to cheer for my date!"

"I wasn't cheering for him, I was cheering for his arms."

I let it slide. After all, my eyes had spent a good chunk of the night focused on Ria.

When we moved onto the next event—bouncing ping pong balls into jars of water—Ria got her revenge by cheering for me instead of Connor. With years of beer pong experience under my belt, I easily defeated my much larger opponent, and figured it was only fair to give Ria the prize:

"Alright!" She pumped her fist in victory. "A half-dead baby goldfish in a bag. Just what I always wanted!"

We named our goldfish "Pete."

From that moment on, the wires were crossed for our little group. Tracy cheered Connor, and Ria cheered me. By the time our money ran out, the girls had literally switched sides, and I got very comfortable with Ria hanging onto my arm. Each time I won, she'd reward me with a hug, pressing her soft, sexy little body up against me. We were all just being silly, of course, but I secretly really enjoyed all the attention I was getting from Tracy's beautiful friend. Even if it was only pretend. 

Finally, with more tacky stuffed animals than we could reasonably carry around the carnival, Connor and I briefly left the girls behind while we went to stash the prizes in our cars.

"Holy shit," he whispered to me, once we were out of earshot of the girls. "Those ladies are gorgeous."

"No kidding. You're a lucky guy, Connor. Ria seems really cool."

"Oh, she's amazing," he agreed. "Stopping by her office is the best part of my week. But—"

"But what?"

"Listen, I know I'm a dick for saying this, but Tracy is just so much fun. And SO hot."

I stopped at my car, depositing all the carnival prizes in my trunk. I tried to sound casual as I asked:

"Are you saying Tracy's more your type?"

"No! I don't know. I'm just saying it'd be pretty horrible to have to choose between the two of them, wouldn't it?"

I nodded in agreement, and Connor quietly asked, "Why, are you more interested in Ria?"

A voice in my head screamed "YES," but I wasn't sure I believed it. I really, really liked Ria. That much I knew for sure. It even felt like there was already some kind of connection between us, though we'd only just met a few hours ago. She was genuine and intriguing and relatable—and beautiful enough to write songs about.

But I dreaded to think that I might be turning down an opportunity for some hot, sweaty holiday sex with Tracy.

"I don't know," I said at last. "But it doesn't matter. I doubt either of those girls would appreciate it if we told them we wanted to switch dates at the last second."

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RIA

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Tracy looked fit to burst. After all our years of friendship, I'd learned how to spot the signs when she got too horny for her own good—and right now she was bordering on manic. Something told me Shane was going to be a very lucky boy indeed come Christmas morning.


The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Operation White Christmas 

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SHANE 

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"Say my name," she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. 

No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside. 

Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dear life as I fucked her—harder and harder—no longer in control of my own actions, desperate to come. My lover moaned in ecstasy. 

"Mmm! Say my name!" she cried again. "Say it!" 

The name rose in my throat, crackling like pop-rocks when it hit my tongue. Heart pounding, I grabbed hold of her hips, forcefully buried my cock to the hilt, and screamed out: 

"Tracy!" 

"Oh, yes!" 

I shouted her name again and again, with every thrust of my hips. 

"Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!" 

Of course, it wasn't ACTUALLY Tracy I was fucking. It was my beautiful and exotic wife, Ria. But after finally fooling around with our two best friends on the night before our wedding, Ria and I couldn't stop fantasizing about them. After years of secret, unfulfilled fantasies, we'd had a taste of what we'd been missing—and now it was all either of us could think about. Our honeymoon was nearly over, and we'd spent at least half of it role-playing that I was Connor and Ria was Tracy. 

As the world around me blurred to a haze of agonizing pleasure, I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to actually have sex with my wife's voluptuous best friend. 

I imagined Tracy's playful, girlish voice as she moaned and screamed. Pictured her big green eyes, dizzy with rapture. Her pale skin, flushed with excitement. Teeth, nipping at my shoulder. Fingers, clawing at my butt. Those enormous, pillowy breasts of hers, squashing up against my body— 

"Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Aaahhh!" my cock spasmed, erupting deep inside my lover's body. 

The fugue of my orgasm was so intense that I was almost surprised when I finally opened my eyes again and remembered that it was my wife beneath me. She grinned and gave me a super sexy kiss on the lips. 

"You seemed to enjoy that quite a lot," she giggled. 

"Yeah." 

"Are you really able to imagine I'm her? I mean, Tracy and I look nothing alike. She's tall, she's blonde, she's got boobs out to HERE..." 

"Honey, I spent two years pretending that my right hand was Tracy. Imagine how easy it is when I'm with a world-class gorgeous woman like you." 

Ria laughed and rolled me onto my back. 

"Okay, fair enough. Now let's make-believe that you're him." 

"Him" meant Connor, of course—my best buddy in the world, and the frequent object of my wife's fantasies. 

As Ria slipped my exhausted cock between her lips and went about reviving me, I lazily asked "You think they do this same thing, but with us? The role-playing, I mean." 

"After what happened the night before our wedding? I'd be insulted if they didn't." 

I closed my eyes and lazily daydreamed about Tracy, passionately riding her hunky boyfriend—but crying out my name as she came. 

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RIA 

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Shane and I were a bit anxious about seeing our friends again once we returned home from our honeymoon. We hadn't really had much of an opportunity to talk as a group about what had happened between everyone—screwing around with each other's partner, I mean—and I wasn't exactly sure how things stood. Connor and Shane had apparently agreed that it had been a "once-in-a-lifetime" kind of a night, but was that really what everyone wanted? 

After discovering how horny Shane and I got when we role-played about swapping partners with our friends, I wasn't so sure. It was a tough topic to broach in casual conversation. In any case, I just hoped there wouldn't be any awkwardness when all met up. I honestly wasn't sure what to expect. 

But it definitely wasn't this. 

"We're breaking up," Connor said quietly. 

At first, I thought I'd misheard him. It was a ridiculous notion, after all—he and Tracy were perfect for each other. I looked over at Shane, who like me had been so caught off guard by this revelation that his mouth was literally hanging open in disbelief. 

"You can't break up!" I stammered. "You're supposed to get married someday! You guys even caught the bouquet and garter at our wedding!" 

Tracy sighed, "Come on, Ria, that's just a silly old tradition. We talked it over and this is what we want." 

"But it's bullshit!" 

I don't know why the situation was pissing me off so much, but my blood was boiling. Shane, on the other hand, got unusually quiet. He leaned in and asked, "Is this because of what happened with us?" 

Tracy looked guiltily down at the floor. 

"A little, I guess. Please don't take that the wrong way, it's just—we liked it. I mean, really liked it. And then the next day, when we saw you two up there, taking your vows and everything, it was kind of a wakeup call. Connor and I both realized that we absolutely are NOT ready to go through that ourselves. Settling down, I mean." 

Shane frowned at them both. "You two are in love. The genuine article. That's not the sort of thing you take for granted. Some people go their whole lives without finding that. There's got to be a better solution here." 

Connor took Tracy's hand in his and somberly shook his head. "We talked about this a lot while you guys were away on your honeymoon. This whole 'long-term monogamy' thing just doesn't feel natural to us. Before this, the longest relationship either of us had lasted six months. It's been two years now, and we want to start seeing other people." 

"But, you're like the other half of us!" I cried. In spite of myself, my voice choked up and tears started streaming down my cheeks. "This is gonna change everything!" 

"No it won't," Tracy insisted. "Connor and I are still gonna stay best friends. This won't change a thing as far as the four of us are concerned. I promise." 

Her promise lasted about seven days. 

As much as our friends claimed to be uninterested in frivolous things like love and romance, it was obvious how much it pained them to be around one another after the breakup. They didn't even really fight, there were just these constant, depressingly awkward silences. We'd all be having fun one minute, like always, but then their eyes would meet and it would suddenly vacuum all the joy out of the room. 

Connor moved out of their apartment soon after the breakup. Tracy wound up subletting to a repulsively unpleasant grad student named Deborah, and a week later they both started dating other people. From that point on, it became a Herculean task to coordinate any kind of get together where all four of us would be in one place at the same time. 

"The double date that didn't end," finally had. 

The worst part came when Tracy and Connor tried to forcibly recreate the magic of our old group dynamic—but with new people. They constantly invited us out on double dates with whatever random idiot they were seeing in a given week. It never took, of course—chiefly because neither of our friends ever managed to date a single person who wasn't an obnoxious, mouth-breathing douche. 

Or maybe Shane and I were just biased, longing for things to go back to the way they'd been before. 

Then Thanksgiving came and went, with Shane and me awkwardly driving back and forth across town so that we could attend separate dinners with Tracy and Connor. I went to bed crying in my husband's arms. 

"I miss them so much!" I sobbed. "It isn't fair! For two years, it really felt like we all had a family again, and now it's gone. Now we just have two... friends." 

"I bet they feel the same way," Shane said, hugging me close. 

"I bet this is how kids feel after their parents get a divorce. It sucks! We're split in half. And Christmas is gonna suck, even worse." 

"Ria—" 

"I just wish we could all spend Christmas together again this year. Them and us. Like how it was. The double date that didn't end." 

Shane frowned at my tears, and firmly whispered, "We will." 

"What are you talking about? They're both adults; we can't force them to get back together." 

"Well, luckily for us, Christmas is a time for miracles." 

I rolled over in his arms, trying to read his expression. 

"You're not even a little bit religious, Shane. You don't believe in that stuff." 

"Of course I believe in miracles," he answered, kissing me tenderly on the lips. "I married one." 

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SHANE 

******** 

We got our Christmas miracle the very next day. 

After I got back from lunch, my boss took me into his office, closed the door, and said, "Shane, I've been thinking—I don't know if you and the Missus have got anything special planned for your first anniversary this year, but if you're interested, you'd be more than welcome to spend the week at my cabin in the Sierras." 

I was shocked. He and I had always gotten along well enough, but we weren't exactly buddies. His offer came completely out of the blue. 

"Really?" I asked. "You wouldn't mind?" 

"Not at all. Turns out, I'm gonna be spending the holidays with my sister's family in Utah this year, so we wouldn't even miss it. Shame to let the place go to waste, it's got a beautiful view of the mountains." 

I hugged him like he was Santa Claus, and didn't let go until he whispered that I was making him uncomfortable. 

Maybe that sounds like an over-reaction on my part, so let me explain why this was such a big deal: 

A few hundred years ago, the closest most Europeans could ever get to seeing a lion or an elephant was in a painting of one. Sure, they knew that both these animals were real, but that didn't change the fact that, deep down, the creatures they saw in those paintings must have seemed every bit as impossible and extraordinary as a dragon or a unicorn. 

That's how I felt about snow. 

Growing up in the arid, desert wasteland of Southern California, I had never once in my life enjoyed a white Christmas. Hell, I'd only ever been someplace with actual snow on two occasions, both before I entered Kindergarten. There's a photograph my parents took when I was three—all of us building a snowman together somewhere near Tahoe—and I look like the happiest kid on the planet. But it was so long ago, I have no memory of it actually happening. 

So, when my boss offered to let Ria and I spend Christmas at his place in the Sierra Nevadas, it was a minor dream come true. And, because December 25th fell fortuitously on a Tuesday, Ria and I only had to use up a few of our days off to arrange an entire week of vacation up in the mountains. 

But we didn't intend to spend the holidays alone. 

It didn't take a psychology degree to see that Connor and Tracy were each miserable without each other—floundering about from one meaningless fling to the next. They were my best friends, and I was onto their bullshit. Deep down, they both equated the idea of a committed relationship with "getting old" or something—so as they approached their thirtieth birthdays with rising terror, they fought back harder and harder against the idea of settling down. Tracy deliberately dated assholes, Connor deliberately dated bimbos, and they both stayed the hell away from any member of the opposite sex who could actually make them happy. 

Specifically, each other. 

Hence: "Operation White Christmas." It was the code name for the plan Ria and I cooked up to get Connor and Tracy back together. 

Step 1 was to remind them what they'd been missing. Ria and I agreed that the simplest way to accomplish this was to take advantage of the utterly ridiculous sex appeal they both had. After all, regardless of how confused Connor and Tracy may have been about emotions, the raw animal magnetism they felt for each other was hard-wired into their body chemistry. That shit was never gonna go away. 

To this end, Ria and I posted a few carefully selected photos on our Facebook accounts. The pictures that I put up on my page were all from an afternoon I had spent hiking with Connor—and as a result, his muscular physique was prominently featured in almost every shot. Meanwhile, the photos Ria posted were from a night she'd spent out on the town with Tracy—so most of the images showcased Tracy's tall, busty body squeezed into a tight, sexy dress. 

The result, we hoped, was that Tracy and Connor would both be getting an eyeful of each other every single time they logged onto their computers. 

Step 2 was a little more complicated: getting the two of them in a room together. After all the awkwardness that had built up over the past year, it was impossible just talking to them about each other. They'd invariably act disinterested and change the subject. 

But luckily, thanks to my boss's cabin, we finally had a way to trap them in the same place at the same time, with no hope of escape. 

Muahaha. 

"Are you sure you want me there?" Tracy asked, leaning into my cubicle so as not to distract the other people working around us. "I mean, it sounds amazing, but are you sure that you and Ria wouldn't be happier spending your anniversary alone up there? As in, just the two of you? Fucking like rabbits?" 

I laughed and shook my head. "Nice as that sounds, no. We actually want to spend our Christmas this year doing Christmas stuff. Decorate a tree, hang stockings, eggnog, all that stuff. And it wouldn't be the same without you there with us." 

"Okay, okay, if you insist! Just promise me, whenever the two of you decide you want to get intimate with each other, you're just gonna go for it. No worrying about leaving me all alone when you run into the bedroom, no worrying about being all lovey-dovey in front of me just because I'm single—I don't want to get in the way of you two having some romantic time on your anniversary." 

"Tracy, I promise that won't happen." 

With a squeal of delight, she gave me a quick hug around the neck and turned back to her work station. 

As always, I inwardly groaned at the view of Tracy's magnificent boobs in that fuzzy pink sweater. My wife was built specifically for swimsuit season—tight ass, perky tits, bronze skin—but Tracy was at her sexiest in the winter. Those more-than-ample curves and that sweet, wholesome smile made her exactly the sort of girl you wanted to cuddle up with in front of the fireplace on a cold night. Preferably, without any clothes. 

I reluctantly banished the thought from my head. What had happened between Tracy and me on the night of my bachelor party was a one-time deal. We'd all agreed, hadn't we? At first, I'd secretly hoped that she and I would get plenty more opportunities to fool around in the future—after all, we'd already crossed so many sexual boundaries, it didn't seem that far out of the realm of possibility. But when Tracy and Connor broke up, the situation changed. It had been one thing for Ria and me to screw around with our friends when they'd been in a committed relationship of their own—the fact that we were all essentially "swapping" somehow made everything seem fair. Quid pro quo. Nobody was left out. Nobody got hurt. 

But the idea of getting intimate again with Tracy, now that she was single, felt a lot more like cheating. Not that I wasn't sorely tempted sometimes. 

"And you're sure Connor's not coming?" she asked, bringing me back to reality. 

"Yeah," I lied. "He can't make it." 

******** 

RIA 

******** 

"You're positive Tracy won't be there?" Connor asked. 

"Positive. It's just gonna be the three of us. Come on, please? It won't be the same without you." 

I still hadn't gotten used to seeing Connor in his police uniform. He'd always been such a goof about everything, the thought of him as an actual cop felt like a prank or something. But the job seemed to be the one thing in his life he really did take seriously, and I was happy that he'd finally pulled himself out of the professional tailspin he'd been in throughout his twenties. 

At the same time, I didn't like the fact that one of my best friends—a guy I considered part of my surrogate family—had decided on a career that required him to go to work every day equipped with body armor, handcuffs, a gun, a Taser, pepper spray, and a German Shepherd. Connor swore to me that movies made his job seem way more dangerous—and way less boring—than it actually was, but I still constantly worried about his safety, and that just further compounded how badly I wanted to have sex with him every time we hung out. 

A year had passed, but the memory of my bachelorette party—his fingers inside of me—was still as vivid as ever. 

"Alright," Connor said, at last. "I'll be there. But I'm bringing my noise-canceling headphones and the Xbox to keep myself busy while you and Shane get up to your icky married-people stuff." 

Shane and I took off from work early on Friday, hoping to give ourselves enough time to get the cabin as cozy and romantic as possible for when our two friends arrived the following day. 

Despite the fact that it took us the better part of an hour to get the supposedly "Five-Minute" snow chains around our tires, the drive up to the mountains was an amazing experience. Towering pine trees dusted with fresh snow, cozy towns filled with old wooden buildings, colorful strings of Christmas lights, EVERYWHERE. 

Our cabin was about 15 miles away from the nearest town—truly isolated. It was easy to find, but I still couldn't help but imagine the perennially absent-minded Tracy getting lost on her way there, stranded and alone in the woods, utterly helpless without cell phone reception. 

Sometimes, my brain is kind of pessimistic. 

When we arrived, the view was even better than Shane's boss had promised. On either side, the Sierra Nevada mountain range stretched out as far as the eye could see. The colors of the sunset painted the white landscape like a canvas. 

"Whoo!!" Shane hollered, jumping and screaming like a little kid. He didn't wait more than five seconds before belting me with a handful of white powder and instigating his very first snowball fight. "After this, we gotta build a snowman!" he shouted. 

"Whatever you say, sweetie." I knew that this was all new to him, but I still hadn't expected my husband to behave quite so adorably. 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

The place was enormous, especially from the perspective of two people who'd spent our entire lives living in apartments. I'm not even sure the word "cabin" really did it justice—the space was cozy and rustic without feeling tacky, and there wasn't a single piece of taxidermy in sight. No creepy moose heads staring at us from the wall while we ate our dinner. 

Instead, we found a beautiful antique pool table, and—much to our delight—a cedar sauna. 

"That looks very interesting," Ria observed with a wink. 

Each new, luxurious amenity we came across inspired another erotic fantasy for my overactive imagination. The bathroom boasted a huge, walk-in shower and a spacious whirlpool bathtub. I envisioned all sorts of combinations of Ria and Tracy rubbing their soapy bodies against me while we went at it in that bathroom. A guy can dream, can't he? 

After we settled in, Ria surprised me with an early Christmas present: a box filled to the brim with mistletoe. 

"Part of 'Operation White Christmas,'" she explained with a wink. "When you're standing under the mistletoe, you've got to kiss whoever you're with, right? So what better way than to help get Connor and Tracy back together than by booby-trapping the cabin before they get here? We'll hang this stuff up everywhere—over every doorway, in the sauna, by the pool table—it'll be like a kissing version of Home Alone." 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 03



"And if I'm caught under the mistletoe with Tracy, or if you're caught under it with Connor..." 

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to take one for the team and give them a kiss." 

I shook my head, amused. "This is gonna be an exciting week, isn't it?" 

"I sure hope so," she giggled, taking a sprig of mistletoe out of the box and holding it above my head. I quickly kissed her on the lips. "Well, what do you know? It really works." 

"Seems that way, but I think we need one more test, just to make sure." 

Teasing, I took the mistletoe from her and lowered it until it was right in front of my crotch. I gave Ria an expectant smile, and she burst out laughing. 

"Hey, rules are rules," I taunted. 

"You're gonna make me eat my words, huh?" she asked. 

I didn't need to answer. My beautiful wife dropped to her knees and obediently unzipped my fly. 

... 

The next morning, Ria and I ran around like crazy preparing the place ready for Operation White Christmas. We swept and dusted the whole cabin from top to bottom, lit some scented candles (Ria's idea), and strung up romantic twinkle lights in the living room and both bedrooms. We also put Ria's mistletoe everywhere we could manage. 

Tracy showed up first, wearing a too-tight turtleneck that immediately got my pulse racing with the way it clung to her humongous breasts. She embraced both of us with a tandem hug: "Oh my god, you guys, this place is HUGE!" 

"Ahem," Ria coughed, pointing up at the mistletoe overhead. 

Tracy smiled naughtily at me and planted a nice, wet smooch on my lips, leaving behind a lingering taste of peppermint lipgloss. Then she turned to my wife and, much to my voyeuristic delight, made a show of kissing her, as well. 

"Ooh, I like your lipgloss," Ria giggled. 

While Tracy busied herself settling in upstairs, Ria took me aside and gave me an excited kiss of her own. 

"Connor should be here anytime now," she whispered. "I just hope this whole plan doesn't blow up in our faces." 

"It won't, I promise." 

"This is gonna be so awkward! Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" 

I kissed her one more time and answered, "Ria, you've seen how miserable they've been this past year. We need to get their stupid asses back together. Now let's make sure Tracy moves her car into the garage so it doesn't spoil the surprise when our next guest shows up." 

Not fifteen minutes later, we heard Connor's truck pull into the driveway. He knocked playfully on the front door, and all three of us hurried downstairs. 

"Who the heck is that?" Tracy asked. 

I shrugged, "Probably just some serial killer who likes to visit these remote cabins and murder everyone inside." 

Ria ran ahead of us, yanked open the door, and jumped excitedly into Connor's arms. 

"Merry almost-Christmas!" she chirped, planting a quick kiss on his mouth. 

Connor greeted me with a friendly clap on the back, stepped inside— 

And then, with one foot inside the cabin, he froze like a deer in headlights. Tracy stood on the staircase, her mouth hanging open. I can't imagine what was running through their heads at that moment, but whatever it was, it sure took its sweet time. They just stood like that, staring at one another in stunned surprise for an agonizingly awkward minute and a half. 

It was the moment of truth. Either or both of them could have decided at that moment to hop in their cars and leave—but I crossed my fingers and hoped that the promise of our awesome cabin and the reality of the five hours it would take for them to drive home would be suitable deterrents. 

Finally, Connor muttered a faint, "Hey." 

"H-How you doin'?" Tracy asked. 

"I'm good. I've been, you know, good." 

It wasn't much, but it was the first conversation they'd had in months. 

"Let me help you with your stuff," I said to Connor, grabbing his suitcase and heading upstairs. 

As I passed Tracy, she grabbed me by the arm and urgently whispered, "What's going on?! You specifically told me he wasn't—" 

"Change of plans." 

"But there's only two bedrooms! Where is he gonna sleep?" 

For the first few hours after Connor and Tracy arrived, that cabin felt very, very cold. We had the thermostat up and a nice big fire going in the fireplace, but it was no match for the frigidity between our two friends. Ria and I did our best to keep things lively, passing around some yummy appetizers and a batch of ridiculously powerful eggnog. 

"Mmm! Now that's my kind of holiday beverage," Connor joked, downing it like it a shot of whiskey. 

"Jesus Christ!" Tracy said, practically spitting out her first sip. "What's in this stuff, motor oil?" 

Ria rolled her eyes, "Just drink it, honey. It's medicinal. Cures awkwardness." 

Tracy gave her a nasty look, but dutifully finished her glass and held it out for a refill. 

Things finally loosened up a bit once the booze started to take its toll. Despite the forest of mistletoe hanging about, there wasn't any talk of kissing or flirting—not even between Ria and me. The situation was still fragile between our friends, and we didn't want to risk scaring them off by bringing sex and romance into the mix just yet. 

After dinner, I dragged everyone over to the pool table and we split into teams, boys vs. girls—a pretty even match-up, considering the fact that Ria and I were both pretty terrible and Connor and Tracy were both more-or-less pros. 

"Seriously Shane," Tracy giggled, "have you never played pool before?" 

Connor immediately came to my defense, pointing out, "Hey, your partner's not exactly a shark, either!" 

It was good to see them finally enjoying each other's company again. At least they were able to share a good laugh at our expense. 

When the time came to turn in for the night, Connor decided to be a gentleman and offered to give Tracy the spare bedroom while he slept downstairs, on the couch. He bid Ria and me goodnight, then turned to his ex-girlfriend and nervously whispered, "Hey, Trace?" 

She looked expectantly into his eyes, and for a second we all thought Connor was going to say something meaningful—something that would repair all the hurt and the confusion of the past year—but he choked on his words before they left his throat, and instead he just mumbled, "Sleep tight." 

Tracy was too tongue-tied to do anything but nod. 

******** 

RIA 

******** 

I decided to surprise Shane by wearing my sexy new nightie to bed that evening. It was a slinky slip of black satin, with a plunging v-neck and a scandalous hemline that only came about halfway down my butt. Though I'd initially planned on waiting until Christmas morning to bring it out, I so happy to see Connor and Tracy finally starting to get along again that I figured a little celebrating was in order. 

"Damn, woman!" Shane gawked as I snuggled up to him beneath the covers. "You could drive a fellow to distraction, looking like that." 

"I'll take that as a compliment." 

He pulled me close and gave my neck a sexy nibble. "So, how well do you think Operation White Christmas is going? Scale of one to ten." 

No sooner had the question escaped his lips, then we both heard our answer: a series of soft, feminine moans coming from Tracy's bedroom. 

Shane's eyes went wide. "Is she—?" 

I nodded, grinning. "Sounds like Tracy was more excited to see Connor than she let on." 

"Mmm! Mmm!" Tracy whimpered on the other side of the wall. She wasn't getting loud, exactly, just less cautious than before. I idly wondered if Connor could hear her from downstairs. 

"These old walls are paper-thin," Shane laughed quietly. He grew rock hard against my hip and his hands snuck up beneath my slinky nightie to play with my breasts. 

"Is she turning you on?" I whispered, kissing along the line of my husband's collarbone. He gave my nipples a gentle tug—all the prompting I needed to stick my hand down his boxers and fondle his cock. On the other side of the wall, Tracy's moans and groans grew hot and frantic. 

"God, she sounds so sexy," Shane panted. He slid his free hand up beneath the hemline of my nightie, groping my boobs and my butt at the same time while I pumped his shaft between my fingers. 

"Oh yeah..." Tracy cooed. "Oh yeah, oh—mmm!" 

Then, with a sudden shriek, she came—much more quickly than either of us expected. 

Shane kissed me hard, wildly aroused by the sound of our friend's orgasm. He rolled me onto my back, messily yanked down his shorts, and mounted me, pushing aside the gusset of my little satin panties and pressing his hot, erect penis against the folds of my cunt— 

But he didn't go any further. We could still hear Tracy in the other room, but she wasn't fingering herself anymore. She was crying. 

Shane grudgingly scooted off of me and we both let out a long, frustrated sigh. 

"Poor Tracy," I whispered. "She must be so confused." 

Shane nodded, "Maybe you should go talk to her." 

"But I don't want to leave you all alone." 

He groaned, rolling onto his back and idly stroking his still erect cock. "She needs you more than I do right now." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure. Go on, get outta here." 

I briefly flashed back to that first night we all met, when Tracy was whining to me about what a "sweet guy" Shane was—like it somehow made him less masculine. Maybe over the past three years she'd finally learned to appreciate what a great quality that actually is in a man. 

I gave him a tender kiss on the cheek, quietly tiptoed over to Tracy's room, and whispered through the door: 

"Tracy, honey? I'm gonna come inside and keep you company, if that's alright." 

With a choked voice, she softly answered, "Okay." 

She was curled up in a fetal position beneath the covers. Without saying a word, I hopped into bed beside her, cradled her head against my chest, and soothingly rubbed her back until she stopped crying. 

"You could hear me crying?" she said at last. 

"Yeah, the walls are pretty thin." 

"What about before? Could you hear..." she trailed off. 

"Yeah." 

"Ugh, that's so embarrassing." 

"Hey, you're amongst friends, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, you know Shane's still totally got a thing for you, so he didn't mind one bit." 

I expected her to laugh, but instead her eyes welled up with tears again and she said, "I just—I've just been feeling too many things at once today. It's like I'm being pulled apart in all these different directions, you know?" 

"I'm sorry, honey." I hugged her tighter. 

"Like, I REALLY thought I was over Connor. It took months and months and months, but I thought it was finally all over. And then earlier tonight, when we were all laughing about—I don't even remember what it was—but I looked at him and—" 

"You should talk to him." 

"But it's so weird now!" 

"Yeah, but it won't be weird forever. I tell you what—Shane and I will find some excuse to go off on our own tomorrow. Give you and Connor a chance to figure out where you both stand." 

Tracy closed her eyes, tears still streaming down her face. In a barely perceptible whisper, she said, "I love you, Ria." 

"I love you too, Trace." 

Then she kissed me. 

It wasn't the first time the two of us had locked lips. Heck, I couldn't even begin to count how many playful, silly smooches we'd exchanged over the years. But when Tracy kissed me that night, it was different. There was actual longing in it. She was a mess of loneliness and confusion and sexual desire, and I could taste it on her lips. 

I had never felt any romantic inclinations towards another woman before. After nearly three decades on this earth, I'd like to think I would know if I was bisexual or not. But there was an undeniable intimacy between me and Tracy. Something special. A tenderness and a sense of affection that went way beyond "purely platonic." 

And damn if I didn't get a little erotic charge out of that kiss. 

"That was nice," I whispered. 

She kissed me again—gently at first, but then surprising me with a little bit of tongue. When we finally pulled apart, my head was spinning. 

"What is going on with me?" Tracy sighed, shaking. "Ria, baby, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." 

I touched a finger to my lips, still tingling from where she had kissed me. "Don't be sorry. I told you, it was really nice." 

"You're just such a good friend, and I love you so much, and sometimes I just, like—I don't know. I want to SHOW you, you know? Show you how much you mean to me. I want to hug you and kiss you, and—" 

She stopped mid-babble and kissed me again. 

"That nightie looks really good on you," she whispered. 

Then her lips, sweet and soft as marshmallows, teased their way down my throat. 

So help me, I actually wanted her. Maybe it was just because I had been so close to having sex with Shane a minute earlier, and my hormones were making me crazy. Maybe it was because I adored Tracy so much that the thought of kissing her actually turned me on. I honestly didn't know. All I knew was that I didn't want Tracy to stop what she was doing. 

She rolled on top of me, kissing her way down the plunging neckline of my pajama top. The weight of her big boobs squashed against my stomach, and I could distinctly feel Tracy's nipples poking into me through her shirt. 

"Tracy, this is getting me so hot," I panted. 

"Me too. Should I stop? Is it too weird?" 

It was definitely too weird. WAY too weird. Granted, I couldn't imagine that what we were doing would actually hurt anybody—hell, I knew for a fact that the idea of me fucking Tracy was one of my husband's biggest fantasies—but somehow it still felt very, very wrong. 

It also, however, started to feel very, very good. My body answered Tracy's question before my brain could, and I grabbed two big handfuls of her pajama shirt and pulled it over her head. 

"Wow," I panted, for the first time truly appreciating just how beautiful my friend was. I'd seen her topless before, but never in such an intimate context. I couldn't believe how amazing she looked—like something out of a Renaissance painting. No wonder Shane was so obsessed with this girl. 

"Do you want to touch me?" Tracy asked, gently squeezing her breasts together to demonstrate how soft they were. 

I was mesmerized. My mouth turned to cotton and I tentatively reached out a shaking hand until my fingers brushed against the curve of her tit. Tracy and I both gasped at the sensation. I explored—gently—squeezing and caressing the smooth, pale skin. I could feel her pulse quicken in her chest. 

"I've always been so jealous of your boobs," I laughed. 

Our tongues played across each other's lips. I felt her fingers on my shoulders, shrugging down the delicate straps holding up my nightie. Then, with a jerk of Tracy's wrists, the fabric was down around my waist and my naked boobs were pressing into hers. I gasped into her mouth, unprepared for the sudden stimulation of her nipples touching mine. 

"Oh fuck..." I groaned. 

"Shh," Tracy whispered. "Thin walls, remember? We don't want the boys to hear us." 

I was squirming beneath her. Everything was so surreal, like I had been possessed by someone else. Tracy leaned back to get a better look at my body, and I found myself suddenly self-conscious. Blushing, I covered my breasts with my hands. 

"Oh, don't you dare," she laughed. I shivered as my best friend in the world pried my hands off my naked chest, pinned them to the bed on either side of me, and openly ogled my boobs. 

"You are so, so beautiful," she whispered. Then she leaned down and planted a couple of exquisitely long, wet kisses directly onto my nipples. 

"Aah!" I sighed, melting into the bed. 

Tracy was so much more tender than any man I had ever been with. Even my amazing husband—an artist in the bedroom, as far as I was concerned—always behaved with a certain animal aggression when he got my tits in his mouth. But Tracy just wanted to please me, period. 

And she did. 

"Have you done this before?" I asked. "Been with another woman?" 

"You know I haven't. Never really wanted to before." 

"Well, you could have fooled me. That feels soooo good." 

While Tracy busied herself with my breasts, I lifted my thigh up between her legs and started slowly rubbing it against the crotch of her pajamas. She whimpered into my breast and quickly wiggled out of her pajama bottoms and underwear, shaking her huge boobs back and forth in the process— 

I HAD to taste those things. 

Craning my neck, I leaned forward to capture a single rosy nipple between my lips, and started suckling like a newborn baby. Tracy's body went limp and she fell onto me, smothering my face with the fullness of her tits and dropping her naked cunt directly onto my thigh. 

Shit, she was even wetter than I was! 

I couldn't see a thing, but I suddenly felt Tracy's slender fingers caressing me through my panties, circling the most sensitive spot on my body like a shark. Her other hand gripped the waistband and pulled it down—slowly—until it was around my knees and we were both lying naked in bed together. 

Tracy delicately extricated her breast from my mouth and we scooted apart, examining each other's nude bodies from head to toe. I felt so vulnerable I thought I was gonna pass out. 

"Are you nervous?" she whispered. 

I nodded, "I don't know why! It's not like I don't trust you, but for some reason I feel like I did the night I lost my virginity!" 

"Me too!" she giggled. 

"Can we snuggle first, for a little bit?" 

Tracy nodded, relieved, and I quickly pulled her close to steal some more delightfully sexy feminine kisses from the girl. 

We spent the next half hour or so exploring each other beneath the blankets. Lips and fingers, touching and tasting. Our soft breasts mashed together while my friend's long, supple legs intertwined with my own. Slowly but surely, the nervousness drifted away, until we were both totally comfortable and fully enjoying ourselves. 

Finally, my hand—which had been happily engaged fondling Tracy's curvy butt—took on a mind of its own and traveled down between her legs, towards her cunt. 

"Oh yes..." she panted. 

The air in the room suddenly felt about a million degrees hotter. 

Tracy's inflamed pussy burned at my touch—slick warm lips, dribbling molten honey all over my hand. Her body yielded to me the instant my fingers made contact, and I effortlessly slipped three of them up inside of her, all the way to the knuckle. 



Tracy sucked in a desperate gasp of air and let it out in a pitiful, high-pitched whimper that caused her breasts to shudder. 

I couldn't take it anymore. Tracy was too beautiful, and I needed some kind of stimulation before I went completely crazy. While I continued fingering my friend, I clumsily straddled her upper thigh and began grinding myself against her, liberally smearing my wet arousal all over her leg— 

Any second now, I was gonna start screaming. I've always been obnoxiously, uncontrollably loud when making love, and I knew from experience that I was only seconds away from losing control entirely, rattling the walls with my moans of pleasure. 

But I didn't want to wake the guys. This moment belonged to Tracy and me, and I planned on keeping it that way. Luckily, our height difference put my soon-to-be screaming lips at exactly the same level as my friend's more-than-ample chest, so I filled my mouth with the pillow of her tit and let it muffle my ecstatic cries. 

Below, Tracy writhed against my hand, gasping and panting as her whole body thrashed noisily into the bed springs. A second later, she went off like a shot, powerfully clenching her pussy around my fingers. I cupped my free hand over her mouth to silence the girl, and she responded by hungrily biting down on my pinky— 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 03



"Whoa!" I arched my back and came so hard that I practically broke myself in half. 

Exhausted, Tracy and I fell into each other's loving embrace. 

"I love you so much, I love you so much..." she held me close and just kept repeating herself, over and over. 

"I love you too, sweetie." 

That seemed to satisfy the girl, who was so spent that she passed out in my arms. 

It took me quite a bit longer to get to sleep. I was still reeling from what had just happened. Tracy was gorgeous, sure, but I'd never in a million years expected that I would actually have SEX with her! What did it say about me? What did this mean for us as friends? And what about Shane? Granted, my husband had told me a million times over the years how hot he got thinking about Tracy and me together, but it was still gonna be a weird conversation explaining to him that his fantasy had ACTUALLY HAPPENED. 

It took some doing, but I finally managed to set aside all the unanswerable questions and drifted off to sleep, snuggling up against Tracy's naked body. 

The room smelled of sex. 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

I could swear I heard kissing coming from the other bedroom—but it must have been my imagination, right? I rolled over and tried to sleep, willing my stubborn erection to go away so I could get some rest. Maybe if I just rubbed one out, real quick— 

Nah, didn't want to waste any energy that could be better directed at Ria. 

Then I heard the moaning. Soft and sensual, both women's voices in a chorus of quiet ecstasy. Wait a second, were Tracy and my wife...? 

No way. It was just my too-horny male mind, hearing things the way I wanted to. Chances were, they were just snuggling. Those happy little noises were just them getting cozy. Totally innocent. Just my stupid, overactive imagination— 

"Oh yes..." Tracy whispered. 

The bedsprings bounced. The groaning got sexier and sexier. 

Without even realizing it, I had wrapped my fingers around my dick and started pumping. I'd already listened to Tracy come all on her own tonight, and now—now they were both— 

They were both WHAT? What the heck was going on in there? Were they faking it? Making a scene for my benefit? Teasing me? No, they were being too quiet for that. Were they, like, masturbating side by side? Some sort of girl-bonding thing? 

I wanted to believe that it was more. That my wife and her voluptuous best friend were in the throes of some lusty sapphic encounter on the other side of the wall, licking and kissing and fingering and rubbing their tits and cunts together, and... 

Okay, it was pretty far-fetched. For all the years I'd known Ria and Tracy, neither of them had ever shown an interest in other women that went beyond a sigh of, "Wow, she's soooo pretty." 

But a guy can dream, can't he? 

A few minutes later, I heard Ria cry out a climactic, "Whoa!" and then the other room went dead silent, leaving me horny and confused as all fuck. I let go of my rigid cock and sighed. Falling asleep wasn't gonna be easy. 

... 

I woke up still sporting the same raging erection I'd had the night before. My all-too vivid dreams had been more like pornography: An endless succession of lewd scenes featuring my wife and Tracy, fucking each other in every way imaginable. It was driving me crazy—first chance I got, I was gonna take Ria aside and ask her what the heck had happened last night. 

But in the meantime, everybody was still asleep. I decided to be nice and cook breakfast—but as I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen, the sound of my approach woke Connor. 

"Whatcha doin'?" he slurred, still groggy. 

"Making breakfast for everyone." 

"Alright, gimme a sec, I'll help. I can make everybody toast or something." 

Connor's culinary expertise didn't really extend beyond mixing protein shakes, so he wasn't a ton of help in the kitchen. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the company and it gave us a chance to talk about what was going on. 

"So, I take it this is all some sort of set-up?" he asked. "You and Ria, trying to get me and Tracy back together?" 

"And here I always thought you were just a dumb jock." 

"Hey, that's 'Officer Dumb Jock' to you, buddy." 

I cracked a smile. "Look, you're both adults, and I can't tell you what to do—but as your friend it is my responsibility to tell you what I see—and what I see is the two of you, still unhappy a year after breaking up." 

"We had our reasons," he shrugged. 

"Your reasons suck, man. I'm sorry, but they do. Look, I get it—you wanna be 'Connor the eternal bachelor.' It's a cool persona and it's how you see yourself. But that doesn't mean it's who you actually are." 

The warmth drained from his face. "Or, maybe it IS who I actually am. I don't want to get married, dude." 

"Then don't! But that doesn't mean you should turn your back on a girl who makes you happy. Why is this so hard for you to understand?" 

"I don't know! I just... Forget it." 

The toast he was making popped up out of the toaster, burnt and charred beyond recognition. We exchanged a glance, and then both burst out laughing. 

"Apparently, I CAN'T make toast," he joked. 

"Maybe instead of becoming an expert pool player you should have spent some time learning to feed yourself." 

"Chicks dig a guy who can play pool." 

"Maybe, but WOMEN prefer a guy who can cook them dinner." 

Connor nodded, acquiescing defeat. Then, still laughing, he said, "My dad's a sack of shit, you know?" 

The casual comment caught me totally off-guard. Ria and I both knew that Connor wasn't on speaking terms with his family, but we really didn't know why. The topic had always been 100% off-limits. He literally never talked about them, ever. 

"Yeah, I figured," I said, not knowing how else to respond. 

"He's an angry drunk. Was always beating up on my mom and me—least until she ran off and I started weight lifting. But when I was a kid, he was always going on and on about how my mom ruined his life, and how she never wanted to fuck him, and blah blah bitter bullshit." He sighed. "See, I know there's other people in the world who are objectively a lot worse than him—terrorists, dictators, whatever—but my dad is still my personal least-favorite human being on the planet. I don't want to be anything like him." 

"You're not!" It came out louder than I'd intended. 

"Yeah, but I never had that example, you know? The only thing I ever learned about relationships was how not to do things; how miserable people can get when they're trapped together for their whole lives. Anyway, sorry, I don't like talking about this stuff, let me try again with that toast." 

As he headed back to the pantry I called after: 

"Hey, I never met your dad, but from the way you describe him, I'd guess that his real problem wasn't that he hated being stuck living with your mom his whole life. It was that he hated being stuck living with himself." 

Connor didn't say anything more about it. His second attempt at toast came out much better than the first. 

The four of us had a blast in the snow that afternoon, goofing around with no real agenda other than acting like a bunch of kids. We built a traditional snowman, but Tracy made a spectacle of removing the big carrot I had used for a nose and she put it in his crotch, instead. 

"Why, Mister Snowman!" she cooed, gently stroking his erect vegetable with her mittens. "Is that a carrot in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" 

Our snowman turned out to be a pretty lucky guy. Tracy and Ria took turns fellating the guy's pointy orange phallus, and then for an encore they both went down on him at once—teasingly licking and kissing in tandem up and down his shaft while they moaned orgasmically about how delicious he was. Not exactly helping me calm down my runaway imagination regarding what they'd gotten up to the night before. 

And I'd never wanted to be a carrot so badly in my entire life. 

"Both you ladies better make sure to swallow," Connor joked, "I hear snowman cum is high in Vitamin C." 

Ria and I both laughed, but Tracy completely lost it. She was holding onto so much nervous tension that Connor's corny little joke temporarily broke her mind or something, and the poor girl turned red in the face and giggled so furiously she could barely breathe. 

"Vitamin C! Oh my god! HAHAHAHA!!" 

Her resulting case of the hiccups lasted two hours. 

For his part, Connor seemed pretty pleased with himself for making Tracy laugh so hard, and he spent the rest of the day making a complete ass of himself trying to duplicate the results. I know Ria and I eventually got a little tired of the guy's constant attempts at humor, but Tracy clearly appreciated the effort he was making for her. 

When the sun finally started to set, my wife took me aside and suggested that she and I head into town for a nice, romantic dinner—to give the two of them some alone time at the cabin. 

"Sounds good," I said. "I'd never forgive myself if I cock blocked those guys, after all this." 

So we waved goodbye to our friends and said we'd be back before midnight. Neither of them seemed particularly concerned that we were leaving. 

******** 

RIA 

******** 

Looking back, I wish I'd let myself enjoy dinner a bit more. We'd chosen a cozy, candle-lit Italian place that turned out to have some pretty amazing food. Great presentation, great flavor, great everything. But my mind was elsewhere, for obvious reasons. 

"What aren't you telling me?" Shane asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Something in his tone of voice made me wonder if he already knew the answer. 

My cheeks turned warm and I quickly muttered, "I don't know what you're talking about!" 

With an exasperated sigh, he rolled his eyes and let the matter drop. He and I both knew it was only a matter of time before I told him everything. My ability to keep secrets from my husband was basically as non-existent as my ability to shoot laser beams from my vagina. 

It wasn't that I didn't want to tell him. All day, I'd been fit to burst, dying to regale Shane with details of my sexy night with Tracy. Thinking about it even got me kind of horny. But I didn't know where to start, because honestly, I wasn't sure what HAD happened. Sure, I knew what had happened in the literal sense—Tracy and I had stripped off all our clothes and rubbed each other to orgasm—but I still didn't understand why we'd done it. Everything had been so random and spontaneous and confusing. 

Fuck it. If anybody could help me figure this out, it was my husband. 

"I slept with Tracy last night," I confessed. 

"Yeah, I know. I'm the one who told you to. She seemed so sad, and—" 

"No, you don't understand. I 'slept' with her. As in... hanky panky." 

He just blinked, inscrutable. "You mean, you and Tracy really—" 

"'Hanky panky?!'" I exclaimed, slapping myself on the forehead. "Did I seriously just say 'hanky panky?' Way to use, like, the lamest words possible, Ria." 

"What exactly do you mean by 'hanky panky?'" Shane asked at last. 

"Can we please pretend I didn't say that? That instead I used one of the million other stupid euphemisms for sex?" 

Finally, after staring at me for about a thousand years with an unreadable expression, he simply said, "Really?" 

"Of course, 'really!' You think I'm all nervous like this because I gave her a fucking hug and fell asleep? We were snuggling, and then we kissed, and then—more! I don't know, it just happened. And before you say anything, I know that the phrase 'it just happened' is like the bullshit excuse people use when they cheat on someone—but in this case, it really did just happen." 

Another million years of silence passed. Then he just said, "Wow." 

"Can you stop talking in one word sentences?! I'm really confused right now. Like, was I unfaithful to you? Does it count when it's with another girl?" 

Instead of answering, Shane leaned across the table and kissed me, in full view of everyone at the restaurant. Goddamn, that guy's a good kisser. 

All of my concerns melted away in the warmth of his embrace, and I even felt an erotic jolt between my legs. It's amazing how a single kiss from a handsome man can solve so many of life's problems: Eating poison apples, pricking your finger on a cursed spinning wheel, or calming you back down after you unexpectedly have sex with your best friend. 

Soon as our kiss ended, Shane looked me in the eye and whispered, "As long as the girl you're with is Tracy, I'm gonna go ahead and say no, it doesn't count as cheating." 

"You aren't mad?" 

"Mad about what? That you fooled around with her? Honey, last year I fooled around with her, remember? Of course I'm not mad. I mean, I'm surprised, obviously—even after all that moaning I heard coming from your guys' room last night." 

"You heard us?" 

"I heard... something. Wasn't a hundred percent sure what it was until right now. Got my imagination going pretty wild, though. Gotta say, I'm pretty fucking devastated that I didn't get to watch you guys do your thing." 

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 

"Are you turned on?" I asked. 

"Can you blame me? It's like my biggest fantasy ever, thinking about you and her together." 

I grinned, "You want me to tell you about it?" 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

Ria tortured for me the entire drive back to the cabin, recounting every lurid detail of her and Tracy's first lesbian encounter. She got so horny telling me the story that she couldn't stand it anymore—so she unsnapped her pants and started noisily rubbing herself on the seat beside me, filling the car with the scent of her lust. 

"God, I hope those two have already gone to bed by the time we get back," Ria panted. "Because I'm gonna rip your clothes off and fuck you like an animal the second we get through the door." 

I admit I drove faster than was probably safe. 

When we finally did get back to the cabin, our hormones were practically boiling over from Ria's story. We hurried inside, madly groping at each other— 

Then we stopped. Horny as we were, it was hard not to be distracted by the sight that greeted us. Turns out, our friends had not, in fact, gone to bed for the evening. They hadn't gone to bed because they were too busy fucking each other's brains out on the pool table. 

"Yes!" Tracy shrieked. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

She was riding Connor with abandon, resting her hands on his muscular chest while he held onto her ass and pounded up into her as fast as he could, filling her juicy, perfectly smooth twat with his dick. I couldn't stop staring at Tracy's gigantic, bouncing tits. 

It was the second time I'd ever seen her nude. A year had passed since my bachelor party—that "once in a lifetime," all-too-brief evening when I'd gotten to enjoy my voluptuous friend in all her naked glory—and none of the subsequent fantasizing and role-playing I'd indulged in could compare to the real thing. Tracy was TOO hot. Perfectly smooth twat, massive breasts, cheeks flushed with desire as she impaled herself again and again on her lover. Her pouty lips formed an ecstatic "O" as she screamed her pleasure. 

Then she opened her eyes and saw us standing there, watching in rapt silence. 

Tracy gasped, suddenly self-conscious, and immediately dropped her chest, crushing her boobs against Connor's body to hide them from view. 

For a moment, the four of us just stood there, frozen. Staring awkwardly at one another. I couldn't help but notice that Connor and Ria were making pretty intense eye contact with each other. Finally, a wicked smile spread across Tracy's lips, and she slowly began wiggling her hips up and down on Connor's lap, really making a show of it as she took every impressive inch the guy had to offer. 

Ria gasped, grabbing my hand so tightly that she cut off the circulation. 

Connor threw back his head and moaned, never tasking his eyes off my wife. Ria held his gaze, panting with arousal. 

Tracy, on the other hand, was looking right at me. After a moment's consideration, she very deliberately arched her back and lifted her chest back up off of her lover, proudly displaying her naked tits. She let out a low, amorous growl in my direction as she slowly screwed herself on Connor's meaty cock. 

Beside me, Ria had grown so nervous she was literally shaking. "We'll just—we'll just leave you guys to it then!" she stammered. Then she grabbed me by the hand and bolted up the stairs like a spooked squirrel. As we entered our room, I glanced back for one final look at Tracy's sexy, sweaty body. 

"Well," Ria laughed, "I think it's safe to say that Operation White Christmas was an undeniable success!" 

I said nothing, I just unbuttoned her peacoat and tossed it over a chair. 

"I mean, did you see them? They were so—I mean, you saw, right?" 

I pulled her shirt up over her head, taking a brief moment to appreciate the lacy green Wonderbra she was wearing before I reached around and unsnapped it. 

"I saw them," I answered. 

I picked Ria up and set her down on the bed, unzipping her pants and pulling them down around her knees. She was already so wet, I could feel the slick beads of moisture dribbling down her thighs. 

"Did you see the way Connor was looking at you?" I teased, bringing my mouth towards her cunt. "He was dying for you to join in." 

"Oh!" Ria moaned, seizing in ecstasy as my tongue pressed against the damp fabric of her panties. "You really think so?" 

"Come on, you know how badly he wants to fuck you. He's always wanted to fuck you." 

I tugged off Ria's underwear and firmly licked the delicious bare folds of her pussy. She squirmed excitedly, smearing her juices all over my lips and chin. 

"Mmm, and what about Tracy?" she purred. "She really made a point of showing you her boobs." 

I hungrily devoured Ria's pussy in response.She groaned loudly, but kept talking: 

"She wants to fuck you, too, you know. She talks about it all the time when she's drunk." 

That did it. Much as I was enjoying eating out my wife, my cock was screaming for satisfaction and I couldn't wait a second longer. I shrugged off my clothes and straddled Ria's lithe little body. 

"Oh thank God," she sighed, watching with delight as the tip of my penis teased its way inside her folds. 

"Pretend I'm him," I whispered, slipping myself in another inch. Ria moaned, happily closing her eyes to let the familiar fantasy overwhelm her. 

"I'm so glad they're back together," she panted. 

As I bottomed out, a heady fog of arousal swam through my brain and I started moaning and rambling, not even realizing what I was saying: 

"Yeah, no kidding. Maybe now that they're a couple again, we can all finally... we can finally..." 

"It's okay," Ria whimpered. "You can say it..." 

"Finally swap partners with them!" I cried, thrusting powerfully into her. My wife moaned, wildly turned on by what I'd just said. 

"Oh, FUCK, Shane!" 

"Connor," I corrected. "Call me Connor." 

"Oh, Connor..." she whispered. 

"Louder." 

"Oh, Connor!" 

"Louder, I want him to hear you cry out his name." 

Ria's eyes shot open in surprise and she looked questioningly at me. 

"You want me to—" 

"Yes!" I shouted, fucking her harder and harder with each thrust. Ria's perfect breasts shuddered and bounced, and I watched her eyes as the last of her resolve melted away beneath the heat of her pleasure. 

"What's my name?" I demanded. 

"You have to say her name, too," she moaned. 

I nodded, feeling my heart thudding away inside my chest. My mouth felt dry as a bone, but I took a deep breath and somehow found the strength to scream: 

"Tracy!" 

"Connor!" Ria shouted in response. "Fuck me! Connor, fuck me!" 

"Oh, Tracy! Yes!" 

There was no way on earth they hadn't heard us. The nearest neighbors, miles away, had probably heard us. Ria turned to putty beneath me, mewing and screaming incoherently as her orgasm approached. 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 03



"Shane!" It was Tracy's voice, coming from downstairs! "Oh Shane, please fuck me harder!" 

"Ria!" shouted Connor. Ria's eyes snapped open in surprise when she heard him call her name. Not only had they heard us, and they were playing along! 

"Oh Connor!" my wife called back, really getting into it, "I love feeling your cock in me! You are so fucking sexy!" 

"You have the hottest, tightest little body, Ria! I think about you every fucking day!" 

"Oh yes!" Ria shouted. "Don't stop! Never! Stop! Fucking me!" 

Her cunt was boiling. I'd never seen Ria so wild before. Not that I could blame her. 

"Suck on them!" Tracy screamed from downstairs. "Do it, Shane! Suck on my big, juicy tits! Just like that!" 

My vision turned red and I felt myself finally tipping over the edge into oblivion, the sound of Tracy's voice luring me to my end. 

"Aaaagh! Tracy! I've wanted you for so long!" 

"Me too!" she moaned. 

"Jesus Christ," Ria wailed, "We all need - to - just - FUCK!!" She spasmed violently beneath me as every nerve ending in her body exploded with bliss. 

"Ria!" Connor moaned, growling through his own mind-blowing orgasm. 

Tracy squealed my name as she came, too, her high-pitched voice shaking the floorboards. 

"Come for me, Shane!" she cried out in the throes of ecstasy. "Come on my tits! All over my tits!" 

With a roar, I pulled my cock out of Ria's warm snatch, aimed it at her chest, and exploded. Hot white ropes of cum blasted everywhere, lewdly spattering across my wife's beautiful, caramel-colored skin. 

"Holy shit," Ria mused, idly swirling her fingers through the sticky mess coating her body. 

I slumped back, exhausted. My head was spinning. 

A moment later, we heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and panicked, suddenly afraid to face our friends. It didn't help that we were both so exposed—buck naked, with copious amounts of my semen pooling between Ria's breasts. Our bedroom door wasn't even closed! 

But instead of coming inside to see us, Tracy and Connor went the other direction down the hall, disappearing into their own bedroom without so much as a word. We didn't see them again for the rest of the night. 

CHAPTER 4 -- Coming soon! 

(A big thanks to Gary13 for his help editing this chapter! You can check out his bio at http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=873051&page=bio)



The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 04



(author's note: all characters in this story who are in any way sexually active or even curious about sex are at least 18 years of age) 

CHAPTER 4: Hanky Panky

********

RIA

********

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.

Listening through the thin walls of the cabin, 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..."




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 04



"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 distinctly 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.




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 04



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.

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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.




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 04



"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 Sane 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 to," 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.

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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.

TO BE CONTINUED



The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 05



CHAPTER 5 - The "What If" Fantasy 

******** 
RIA 
******** 

"What do you think they're talking about in there?" I asked. 

Shane didn't even hear me. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Still naked from his recent shower with Tracy. I paced around the bedroom like an anxious kitten, unconsciously nibbling away at my manicure. 

Five minutes earlier, we'd all been groaning like wild animals, licking and sucking and kissing and coming one after the other in a haze of pleasure. We'd gone right up to the edge; done everything, except the ONE thing. The one thing that there'd be no way for us to un-do. 

The one thing that, deep down, we all knew we wanted. 

Five hours from now-if all went to plan-Shane and I would finally be living out our longtime fantasies by having sex with our incredible best friends. But, in the meantime, I was just about ready to pull my hair out from all the anxiety. And I really like my hair. 

After all the excitement in the bathroom-Connor ejaculating all over my naked ass and Shane making a mess on Tracy's boobs-we'd retired to our separate rooms to dry and dress for dinner. 

Shane finally noticed my frantic pacing. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. "With everything that's happening, I mean." 

"Why wouldn't I be?" My voice sounded distant. "Are you?" 

"Yeah," he answered, but there was hesitation in it. 

I blushed. "I just... I just wish I knew what everyone was thinking, you know? I REALLY want this to happen, but I'm kind of-sort of-just a little bit totally scared shitless that somebody or everybody is gonna get their hearts broken tonight. I mean, fuck! Seeing you in the shower with my best friend..." 

"Well, what about you?" Shane frowned, his voice rising. "Connor was rubbing his cock all over you and you were getting off on it!" 

"So were you! You and Tracy were standing there watching us, touching and kissing and-and-" 

Shane gritted his teeth. I felt an odd tension in my stomach as he looked at me with those way-too-intense eyes of his. 

"Are you mad at me?" I asked. 

"No! Sweetie, no, of course not. It's nothing like that. I'm not mad at anyone-what happened just now was like a million fantasies coming true all at once. I wanted it just as badly as you did." 

I let out a sigh of relief. 

Shane continued: "I'm just... seeing red right now, I don't know how else to say it. I'm fine with the idea of you fucking Connor-really I am-I just didn't ever think that I would get so turned on from WATCHING it." 

He groaned in frustration, and I couldn't help but notice the way his penis was already starting to recover, just minutes after Tracy's soapy tit-fuck had blown his mind. This situation was nothing if not confusing. 

"I know what you mean," I said quietly. 

Shane shook his head, laughing at himself, "It's crazy-what kind of guy gets aroused by watching his wife with another man?" 

"Honey, we ALL got aroused by what we were seeing. I can't even tell you how hot it was watching you come all over Tracy like that." 

"I know! And the look on your face when Connor was..." he trailed off. "I guess just wasn't expecting it to be quite so intense. In all honesty it did get me kind of angry seeing Connor mauling you like that." 

"Oh." 

"But in like a good way. 'Good angry,' if that makes any sense." 

Shane sighed in frustration. Instead of saying anything, I knelt down between his legs, gently wrapped my fingers around his thickening shaft, and planted a long, loving kiss on the crown. 

"Are you sure you still want to go through with this?" I asked. "All the way?" 

"Absolutely," he sighed. "Tonight it finally happens. No more role playing. No more wondering 'what if.' Tonight I want you to fuck my best friend, just like you've always dreamed." 

Then he rolled back his head and luxuriated in the feeling of my tongue stroking his cock back to life. 

After a few minutes, I reluctantly took my mouth off of him and whispered, "I better stop. Tracy would never forgive me if I stole one of the orgasms you've been saving up for her all day." 

"You're such a considerate friend," Shane laughed. 

"I want you and her to enjoy yourselves to the fullest," I whispered. "Go wild." 

Suddenly, we heard Connor and Tracy's footsteps approaching from the hallway. We quickly hopped into some casual clothes and opened the door to greet them. 

"Hi," Tracy waved, nervous. She was dressed in a fuzzy white Christmas sweater, her hair up in a playful ponytail. Beside her, Connor had on his old faded bomber jacket and blue jeans. 

Seeing the two of them standing outside our bedroom, I was struck with a sudden case of déjà vu, but I couldn't quite figure out why... 

Then Shane solved it for me: 

"Those are the same clothes you guys wore on our very first double date, three years ago." 

Tracy blushed, "Remember how we were talking about 'what if,' earlier? Well, when me and Connor were getting dressed just now, we realized that, totally randomly, we'd both brought the clothes from our first date with you guys-funny coincidence, huh?" 

Connor locked eyes with me: "And we got to thinking, what if it was like a sign or something? A sign that maybe tonight we could all finally give that big 'what if' the chance it deserves?" 

A brief but heavy silence filled the space between us, then Connor asked, "Ria, would you go out with me?" 

I blinked, "What?" 

"On a date," he explains. "Just the two of us. Just for tonight. Like we were supposed to do, three years ago." 

I gulped, feeling a sudden weight on my chest as I answered, "Yes, of course." 

Connor looked past me, to Shane, and asked, "That okay with you, man?" 

Shane nodded, visibly holding his breath. 

Tracy slipped past me into the room and sidled up next to my husband, whispering: 

"If you're not doing anything tonight, maybe we could hang out?" 

Shane smirked at her. "Would this 'hanging out' involve, like, a date?" he asked. 

"If you want it to." 

"Are your friends Ria and Connor joining us?" he asked playfully. 

"Not tonight," she whispered. 

The two of them were momentarily lost in each other's eyes, and I felt a brief swell of jealousy rise up when Shane took her hand in his. 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

Tracy looked absolutely adorable as we strolled through town together. Bright, happy, glowing with excitement-clinging to my arm like she needed it to stay upright. 

Dinner had been a bust. The only place in town we could find that was still open on Christmas Eve was an extremely shady-looking Chinese restaurant that practically screamed "food-poisoning." We didn't want to risk it. 

Instead, we hit up a gas station for some Funyons, a bag of beef jerky, and two cups of "hot cocoa" that honestly tasted more like chalk than chocolate. 

But, while our Christmas Eve feast wasn't exactly what we'd been hoping for, Tracy and I still had a pretty awesome time just enjoying one another's company. We'd been close friends for all these years, yet we rarely spent time outside of work together, just the two of us. 

We turned down one of the bigger residential streets, grinning at the preposterous amount of effort each home had dedicated to their holiday decorations: 

Gigantic, hand-painted reindeer polluted the rooftops. Byzantine tracks for miniature locomotives wound around enormous winter landscapes in someone's yard. Man-sized robot nutcrackers marched in circles around a small gazebo. And the LIGHTS! Let's just say their electric bills for the month of December must have reached into the quadruple digits. 

"How much time do you think it takes to set all this stuff up every year?" Tracy laughed. 

"Weeks, at least. Neighborhoods like this, I bet you it's like an arms race between all the men. Less about the embracing the holiday spirit and more about having the baddest motherfucking yard in town." 

"Yeah, Freud would have a field day with these people." Tracy opened her eyes wide, pretending to be aroused by what she saw: "Oh, Jimmy! Your Christmas decorations are so... BIG!" 

When she turned to face me, Tracy's bright blonde hair caught the colors of the blinking lights: green, red, gold... 

"You are so beautiful," I sighed. 

Tracy placed her cute wool mittens on either side of my head-holding me steady as she brought her lips to mine. 

"But, there's no mistletoe," I joked. 

"We don't need it." 

Our kiss was a slow burn, going from warm and pleasant to hot and heavy-and when we finally broke apart there was a whimper in Tracy's voice. 

"Do you think we'd still be together?" she asked. 

"You and Connor?" 

"No, I mean me and you. If things had plays out differently on that very first double date, way back when. Earlier today, you said you sometimes imagine a whole complicated fantasy version of your life, where you wound up with me instead of Ria. That whole 'What If' fantasy." 

"Yeah," I blushed. 

"What's it like?" 

"My fantasy?" 

"Yeah, the 'What If' fantasy. I want to know what you think a relationship with me would have been like. Are we madly in love? Are we married? Do we fuck like five times a day?" 

I chuckled, "Oh, at LEAST that much." 

She took my hand, a playful smile on her face. "I'm serious though. I want to know." 

I took a deep breath, suddenly self-conscious about the whole situation. Not two hours earlier, I'd been grinding my cock against Tracy's sexy naked body in the shower-and now here I was, feeling inexplicably shy. 

"Come on," she pushed. "We've been 'revealing' things to each other all day, haven't we?" 

"Okay," I sighed. I took her mittened hand in my own and we strolled side-by-side through the neighborhood. Some off-key carolers crooned in the distance. Snow crunched beneath our boots. And Tracy listened intently as I regaled her with the entire story of what might have been. 

My 'what if' fantasy: 

"Go back in time. Three years ago, tonight. I pick you up around this same time-around eight-and we head to the carnival to meet your friend Ria and some guy named Connor. You're dressed in those exact same clothes, with that exact same lipstick." 

"You remember the lipstick I was wearing?" Tracy asked. 

I smiled, "I remember everything about that night. I remember being so nervous on the drive over to pick you up, that my hands were sweating. I remember being terrified that you'd notice that I'd screwed up shaving and one of my sideburns was a millimeter or so longer than the other. I remember the moment you sat down in the car beside me-happy as could be-and I thought, 'Man, I hit the jackpot. This girl IS Christmas. Bright green eyes and deep red lips. Cozy and jolly and sweet as dessert. Festive sweater, fuzzy mittens. A nice girl who definitely belongs on Santa's naughty list." 

Tracy smirked at that last bit. 

"Point is, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world that night." 

"But you still chose to go home with Ria." 

I shrugged. "In real life? Yeah. You and me-we weren't right for each other, Trace. That much was obvious from the moment I handed you a bouquet of flowers, and you reacted like I had just bought an engagement ring." 

Tracy shrunk down a bit, embarrassed. "I just get nervous when boys do things like that. I didn't mean to be ungrateful." 

"You didn't do anything wrong. Me and Ria had a connection. You and Connor had a connection. The rest is history. BUT-" 

I gave her another quick kiss on the lips. 

"But we're not talking about real life, here, are we?" 

"Right." 

"In my 'what if' fantasy, Ria and Connor don't even show up that first night. It's just you and me, having a blast, enjoying the carnival. Getting all snuggly as the night gets colder." 

To illustrate my point, I wrapped an arm around Tracy's shoulders and pulled her in closer. 

"And as we get closer to midnight; closer to Christmas, I'm already falling head-over-heels for you. Not the way I fell for Ria-both of us perfectly compatible and instantly connected and all that-no, when I fall for you it's the complete opposite. It's wild, like jumping off a cliff because I can't stand the thought of standing on solid ground anymore." 

She blushed. 

"And then midnight finally rolls around and we decide to take a ride on the tunnel of love." 

I lowered my voice, so that the passing carolers couldn't hear as I whispered: 

"And as soon as that stupid swan boat starts moving, we've got our hands all over each other. You hop up on my lap and we start kissing, I start copping a feel beneath that sweater you've got on..." 

I trailed off, pausing to take an appreciative glance at the way Tracy's luscious chest was straining against her Christmas sweater. 

"Do we have sex in the tunnel?" 

"No way," I laughed. "Way too cold and uncomfortable for a fantasy. No, we go straight back my car and we fuck in the parking lot." 

"With the heater on full blast," she giggled. 

"Of course, can't have us catching a hypothetical cold. Anyway, you hop up on my lap, and somehow we manage to struggle out of all our clothes-" 

"And then I rub my wet panties all over your face." 

I blinked, caught off-guard by her comment. 

"Just trying to contribute," Tracy grinned wickedly. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account." 

"No, this is your story. I just wanted to throw that in there." 

"Hey, by all means. You can throw your panties around any time you please, I won't complain." 

"Anyway-" 

"Anyway, back to the story: We're both buck naked, rubbing up against each other and fogging up the windows. I recline the driver's seat and lay down, and then I roll you over so those gorgeous big tits of yours are pointing up at the ceiling for me to fondle and play with." 

Tracy pointedly stuck out her chest towards me. "You mean these tits?" 

I started talking faster: 

"My cock is sticking straight up between your legs, pressing against the length of your slit." 

"Ooh, I like where this is going.'" 

"You're so fucking hot and so fucking wet-and your body is just drooling honey all over me. Before long, you've lubed up my cock so much that your body literally can't keep me out anymore-and every inch I've got to offer slips slowly up inside of you." 

Tracy shivered, enjoying the mental image. I circled around behind her-my arms still tightly hugging the girl's curvy body. 

"Then what happens?" she whispered. 

"Then we fuck as hard as we can, as fast as we can, and you come like fifty times before I pull out and blow my load all over your stomach." 

As I spoke, I gave her both of her breasts a good firm squeeze. 

"I think I'm gonna like this story," she panted. "Tell me more." 

I playfully nipped at her ear. "Maybe I should tell you in the car." 

******** 

RIA 

******** 

"But it's closed," Connor frowned, staring up at the dark, abandoned ice rink on the outskirts of town. 

"So what? Let's sneak in. It'll be fun!" 

"Sneak in?" he looked uncertain. 

"What, you can't break the rules anymore now that you're a cop?" 

"It's not that..." 

"Good, because I plan on breaking a lot of rules with you later tonight." 

He grinned. 

"I can't ice skate," he laughed. 

"Really? Mister 'Varsity-letterman-every-sport-known-to-man' can't skate?" 

"Never even tried." 

I took his hand in mine. "Me neither." 

Sneaking into the rink wasn't too tough. It was outdoors and there was nobody around, so all we really had to do was climb over a little fence. Actually getting to the ice skates however, was a different story. They were locked up inside a cage, but Connor did a trick with one of my hairpins and managed to get it open. 

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked. 

"When I was a teenager I was kind of a piece of shit," he answered. 

I laughed, feigning outrage. "You're telling me that my hunky policeman best friend has a secret criminal past?" 

"Technically, yes. Though I wouldn't call my teenage self a 'criminal' so much as an 'obnoxious little twat.'" 

"Fascinating. You were the Judd Nelson type, then?" 

"Pshh, I wish. How about you? You I bet you were like a Latina Molly Ringwald. Queen bee cheerleading captain and all that." 

"I was more of a Michael Hall, actually. Four straight years of four-point-ohs, motherfucker!" 

"No way." 

"Oh yeah. Nerd-queen late bloomer. Guys didn't even realize I had tits until I started working at Hooters in college. Tracy gave me a pretty serious makeover, god bless her." 

"No cheerleading then?" 

"'Fraid not." 

"Damn!" he cursed. "So much for my million zillion fantasies of you in a pleated miniskirt waving your pompoms." 

"Hey, play your cards right and next Halloween I'll dress up as a cheerleader. A slutty cheerleader." 

Connor handed me a pair of skates in my size and we tiptoed out onto the ice rink-stumbling and staggering like a couple of toddlers learning to walk. Connor held onto the wall, I held onto Connor, and together we made a few awkward laps around the circumference. 

"Okay, what do you say next time we really go for it?" Connor asked. "All the way around the rink, no holding onto the wall. First one across the finish line wins." 

"Wins what?" I asked. 

"Respect?" 

"Lame. How about the loser has to do something. Like a dare. Anything the winner wants, no chickening out." 

"Oh, you're gonna regret saying that," he teased. 

"You're assuming one of us actually makes it all the way around without slipping on the ice and shattering our pelvis." 

Laughing, he and I took exaggerated starting positions for our little race, trying our best not to fall over before we'd even begun. 

"Ready?" Connor asked. 

"Set!" I answered. 

"Go!" we both shouted together, and took off as fast as we could go- 

Which for me was probably about two miles per hour, if you factored in all the stumbling and slipping. 

Connor got a huge lead early on, but he built up so much momentum around the first turn that- 

"Whoa!!" 

-He lost control and hit the wall like a cannonball, cracking the wood on impact. 

"Connor!" 

He lay motionless on his back. I hobbled across the ice towards him with all the speed I could muster- 

Then I tripped over my own dumb feet and landed knee-first on his crotch. 

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned, immediately pushing me aside. 

"I'm so sorry, I-" 

"Breaking and entering, crashing into a wall, kneed in the balls... This is turning out to be about the sexiest date ever, isn't it?" Connor joked. 

I was just glad that he was okay. Our laughter fogged up the cold night air all around us. 

With Connor still lying down on the ice, I crawled on top of him and tenderly kissed his forehead. 

"You're okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm okay. The wall got it worse than I did." He squeezed his muscular arms around me, holding my body to his. Face to face, our lips were close enough to touch. "Looks like I lost the race, though. I'm gonna go ahead and say me falling on my ass constitutes a forfeit." 

I mussed up his short-cropped hair. "Meaning you have to do anything I tell you to." 

"That was the deal. What do you want from me?" Connor asked, his hands gently squeezing at my buttocks. 

"You'll see, soon enough," I whispered. 

We kissed, and beneath me I felt Connor harden through his jeans. 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

Tracy's fingers teased their way down my zipper, finally freeing my cock to the chilly night air. She wasted no time, immediately gripping my naked shaft between her fingers and pumping me to full hardness. 

Then she dropped her mouth down to my lap and-and- 

"Ohhh..." I moaned. 

Tracy took her lips off my cock just long enough to whisper, "Keep telling the story." 

We'd been making out in my car for god knows how long. Our passionate bouts of kissing and groping were periodically interrupted by me recounting for Tracy the many, MANY fantasies I'd had of her over the years. 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 05



"Where was I?" I panted. 

"Ha-bo-reeb," she mumbled through the meat of my cock. 

"Right, Halloween. You're-ahh! You're wearing that damnable little I Dream of Jeannie costume, with those see-through harem pants and that tight crop top." 

"I remember that night," Tracy teased, releasing my cock once more. "Two years ago. You were eye-fucking me like the whole time." 

"Yeah, well, in the 'What If' fantasy, I do a whole lot more than just look at you. I rip that costume right off your body, tearing apart the lace and the silk-then I bend you over the sofa, slide aside the tiny pink panties you're wearing, and I fuck you right there at the party, in full view of everyone." 

"Mmm, I would have liked that," she purred. 

Her fingers trailed up and down my wet shaft, and our eyes met in the darkness of the car. Tracy moaned slightly as she spoke: "I wanted you so bad that night. I kept finding excuses to sit on your lap, just so I could feel how hard you were beneath me. If you had gone for it-tried to really fuck me-I might not have been able to resist, even with Connor and Ria right there with us." 

I groaned as she squeezed my shaft for emphasis. 

Tracy blushed: "I went home that night and fucked Connor like crazy, pretending it was you." 

"Oh Jesus," I moaned. 

"Honestly, I think that night was the reason I agreed to do that bachelor party strip tease thing for you, two months later." 

I reached up and squeezed Tracy's breasts through her sweater. 

"Thank God for that, then. If that night had never happened, then this night might never have happened." 

"Another 'what if?'" 

Tracy's huge eyes held mine as she asked, "And how about you and me? Do we ever get married in the fantasy? Or is it always just sex? Always just friends?" 

I looked right at her: "You are so much more to me than 'just a friend,' Trace. I've had lots of friends in my life. Some of them have even been ridiculously beautiful women. But none of them have been you." 

"Do we get married, then? In the fantasy, I mean." 

"Pshh! As if my fantasy could ever be complete without the vision of you in a wedding dress. Or the vision of you stripping out of one." 

"Ooh, tell me about our hypothetical wedding night," she grinned, moving her mouth back down towards my lap. 

"My pleasure." 

"You mean a lot to me, too Shane," she cooed, kissing her way up and down the length of my penis. "Every inch of you." 

******** 

RIA 

******** 

I cuddled up against Connor's chest, using his body heat to stay warm as we both stared up at the stars. 

The back of his truck wasn't exactly the most comfortable place on earth-cold, rough metal beneath a decidedly unpleasant layer of gravel-but at that moment there was nowhere I'd have rather been. 

It felt so odd to be out on a date with someone other than my husband, almost like I'd woken up to find myself living on another planet; some parallel universe where nothing was quite the same. Like that weird episode of Star Trek where everyone had the goatees. 

Connor held me tight in his arms, and the steely scent of his cologne hit my nostrils. 

"This is nice," I sighed. "Peaceful." 

Connor laughed, "'Peaceful' isn't exactly the word I would use to describe our day today. 'Sexy as hell,' maybe. 'Frustrating,' 'crazy,' 'confusing' - and let's not forget 'painful.'" 

He rubbed the lump that had formed on his elbow after his spectacular ice skating wipeout. 

"Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he quickly added. 

I twisted around in his arms and kissed him gently on the cheek. 

"You seem nervous," I said. 

"I'm just hoping Shane doesn't hate me for touching you the way I did earlier tonight. And Tracy... she and I JUST got back together yesterday! What if the four of us all playing around like this screws that up?" 

"Tracy loves you, Connor. She's not gonna lose you a second time." 

He sighed and looked at me with his sad, hungry puppy eyes. "I want you so, so bad, Ria. So bad that it hurts to look at you sometimes. Like, actually, physically hurts." 

"Blue balls?" I teased. 

He frowned. "I'm being serious. And no, it's way worse than just 'blue balls.' It feels like I just took a punch to the stomach. My mouth gets all dry. My throat gets tight..." 

"Connor-" 

"Besides Tracy, you and Shane are the only family I've got. I don't want to be the guy who fucks up your marriage." 

I hugged him reassuringly. "Shane already knows how I feel about you, Connor. Nobody's cheating, nobody's lying, and nobody's got their head buried in the sand. We're all scared, but honestly? The alternative scares me more." 

"What do you mean, the alternative?" 

"I mean the alternative where you and I spend the rest of our lives pretending like there's nothing going on between us. Like I don't have to fight the urge to rip your clothes off your body every time you say hello. Like it's all just some harmless flirting and winking between two good friends. I'm terrified to think I might go my whole life, never..." 

Connor swallowed, his mouth dry. "Never what?" 

In reply, I slowly lowered my hand to his lap-felt the firm outline of his erection-and squeezed. 

Something in Connor snapped. He kissed me hard on the mouth, pinning me beneath the weight of his muscular body. 

The gravel in the truck bed scratched at my back, but I ignored it, grinding up against Connor. His strong hands snuck up beneath my shirt and squeezed firmly around my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra. 

I gasped, reflexively throwing my head back from the sudden shot of intense pleasure. 

"Ria..." he moaned, pulling me even closer. I licked the side of his neck. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need all of you!" 

My palm rubbed away at his crotch, through the fabric of his jeans. Connor's face looked almost pained from the sensation. 

Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered, "I don't just want to be your friend anymore, Connor. I NEVER wanted to be just your friend. Not even a friend with 'benefits.' I want more, and-" I kissed him again, fighting the ferocity of his tongue against mine. "and I want it tonight." 

He pulled away, not believing what he was hearing. "You mean-?" 

"I mean take me back to the cabin right fucking now." 

... 

We barely made it inside before we started attacking one another. I yanked off my shirt and jacket-threw them to the floor-and jumped into Connor's arms, topless except for my skimpy black bra. 

Our lips mashed together. My breasts crushed against his bomber jacket. My arms snaked around his neck, holding on like a python. 

You couldn't have pried us apart with a crowbar. 

Once he came to his senses, Connor's hands found my butt and refused to let go. 

"Mmm! Upstairs! Now!" I growled. 

Carrying me like I weighed nothing, my muscular lover raced up the staircase, ran into the guest bedroom, and threw me aggressively onto the king size mattress. 

With shaking hands, Connor stripped off his clothes as fast as he could: jacket, boots, jeans- 

I bit my lip in anticipation as his underwear came into view, an enormous bulge stretching out the dark blue cotton. 

God, he was big. I'm not a size queen or anything, but Connor had a DAMN nice cock, and the thought of it filling up my body sent an anxious shiver down my spine. 

I propped myself up on my elbows, thrusting out my chest-showing off the delicate lace bra my husband had bought me for my birthday. 

I didn't want to wear it, anymore. 

"Suck on my tits," I commanded. 

Connor was happy to oblige. Leaping onto the bed, he violently yanked down the flimsy black bra straps and dropped his face into my naked cleavage. I moaned from the stimulation of my nipples dragging across Connor's handsome, chiseled features as he licked and suckled. 

"Oh yeah..." he groaned. 

While Connor feasted on my boobs, I wiggled out of my jeans-and his fingers immediately stabbed down beneath the waistband of my panties. Moaning, I clenched my fists around his shirt and stripped it off his torso-revealing that perfectly smooth, absurdly muscular chest. 

No man should be allowed to look that sexy. 

My hips writhed, out of control-smearing honey across Connor's entire hand. 

I was so wet, so hot, so ready, so desperate for Connor's gorgeous big cock... 

My eyes flicked over to the bedside clock: 

11:43 

Hell and damnation! It still wasn't midnight?! 

Fuck it, I thought. It was close enough. What difference did seventeen little minutes make, anyway? What harm could there possibly be? For all I knew, Shane hadn't been able to wait, either. What if he and Tracy were already off somewhere, screwing each other's brains out? 

But no sooner did the thought cross my mind, then I knew it wasn't true. Shane was going to wait, and so was I. It didn't matter that it was only seventeen minutes-what mattered was that we'd made a promise to each other. 

Thinking of my husband sobered me a little, just enough to catch my breath and figure out exactly how I was going to pass those final few minutes. 

I pulled away from Connor. "On your back, stud," I grinned. 

He obeyed, his erection pointing straight up through his briefs as he watched me. 

I made a show of sensually sliding off my drenched lace panties, then dangled them tantalizingly above Connor's face. With him distracted, I snuck out my other hand and gripped his shaft through the fabric of his underwear- 

"Holy shit!" he laughed. 

After a few teasing strokes, I carefully peeled off his briefs until his penis had sprung free, bobbing slightly. Then I lowered my wet panties the final few inches to his face and let him breathe in my scent. 

Teasing, I tugged my underwear down his chest, across his chiseled six pack-and the finally wrapped the skimpy bit of black lace around his shaft, squeezing it with my fingers. 

Connor scrunched his eyes shut in blissful agony, his breath coming short and fast. 

Still holding my panties, I pumped my hand up and down, playfully lubricating my lover's cock... 

Overcome with lust, he aggressively grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face down to his lap. 

I was momentarily stunned by his behavior, but the moment I felt Connor's naked hardness pressing against my mouth, I lost control as well. I stuffed as much cock as I could between my lips and moaned with gluttonous delight. The bulb of his head pressed up against the back of my throat and I actually felt his pulse against my tongue. 

Naughtily, I also noted the sweet taste of my own juices, coating his skin. 

"Yeah, suck it," Connor commanded. 

I grinned, inwardly-Shane never talked like that in the bedroom, not even when he was role-playing as Connor. 

Keeping Connor's penis inside my mouth the entire time, I scooted myself around the bed 180 degrees, planted my knees on either side of my lover's head, and dropped my pussy down right on his mouth. 

Connor groaned in pleasure, immediately going to town with his tongue. 

I let his cock slip from my lips for an instant, glancing back over my shoulder to tease: "Only if you suck it, too." 

Then I inhaled his shaft once again, and proceeded to give the best blowjob of my life: bobbing up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip, licking away at his testicles-I even managed to relax enough to take a good portion of him down my throat. 

Meanwhile, Connor was no slouch himself when it came to oral. He did this one thing-where he sucked my pussy lips into his mouth and rubbed his chin against my button- 

"Oh, fuck..." I moaned. 

I felt the familiar tidal wave approaching, and knew I wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. Almost afraid of what I would see, I glanced back at the clock one last time: 

12:00. 

"Yessss!!" 

I impatiently climbed off of Connor. 

"What is it?" he asked, suddenly confused. 

"It's Christmas." 

I allowed myself a brief moment to appreciate the way Connor's hunky body looked, stretched out naked across the bed beneath me... 

Then I swung my leg around and positioned my cunt directly above his slick erection. 

Connor's eyes practically bugged out of his head as he watched the tip of his cock glide teasingly back and forth across my entrance. 

"Oh my God, Ria, are we really doing this?" 

I reached down to pump his shaft a few times, luxuriating in the moment; in the realization of what was about to happen. 

It was almost too much to bear. All the years of fantasies, all the flirting and role-playing, all the 'almosts' and 'what ifs' and 'could have beens' that had defined my relationship with Connor. We'd come so close to this moment, but never had the guts to take the plunge. To go all the way. To finally, once and for all, do what we'd always dreamed of doing. 

To fuck. 

"I need you, Connor," I whispered. 

"Oh my god," he repeated. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." 

My legs went limp and Connor's big, meaty clock slipped inside my body. 

"Ahhh!!" Connor roared, feeling my tight pussy clench around his shaft. 

I dropped my hands to his pectorals, supporting myself as I carefully took more and more of him inside of me. It felt like every ounce of my blood was boiling beneath the skin. 

It was real! It had really happened, and there was no going back. 

Finally, my hips settled down onto my lover's body. I had taken every inch of him. My head slumped forward, limp. 

"Oh, Connor," I sighed happily. 

He sat up, bringing my face to his for a long, passionate kiss. 

"I've wanted this for so long," he whispered. 

My cheek fell against his chest, light-headed and out of breath. Connor caressed my bare back as we sat there for a few minutes, just kissing with him inside me. 

"Are you alright?" he asked at last. 

I nodded, then weakly answered, "Better than alright. I'm perfect." 

Connor kissed me again and then, gently, he lifted my hips up, slid halfway out-then pulled me back down again and again. By the third stroke, my juices were gushing all over his lap. 

"Mmm, fuck me," I groaned. 

Connor bounced me up and down, catching my swinging breasts between his lips. His strong fingers clamped around my ass and squeezed so hard it was almost painful. 

I gave him a naughty smile: 

"I'm sorry I couldn't let you-Ahh!-do this to me earlier today-Oh!-when we were in the bathtub together-Mmm!-I know how bad you wanted to." 

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to," he growled. "You can't imagine how sexy you looked-on all fours, wet and soapy, waving your ass right in my face." 

My pulse quickened. I pulled myself off of Connor's lap-feeling suddenly, horribly empty without him inside me-and crawled away from him across the bed. 

"Did it look anything like... this?" I asked, sticking my butt up in the air and waving it in his face. 

Eyes blazing, Connor got up onto his knees and maneuvered behind me. He rubbed my ass cheeks with his cock, then eagerly pushed himself back inside my slit, filling me up once more. 

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long," I purred. "Shane and I promised we'd-Mmm!-hold out until midnight." 

Connor groaned. "So then, he and Tracy-" 

"He and Tracy are just a few minutes behind us, lover. Before you know it, my husband will be fucking your girlfriend in the other bedroom-Oh!" 

Connor aggressively drove his cock into me. 

My own stuttering moans filled the room as Connor fucked me doggie style-his hips clapping loudly against my buttocks-faster and faster. 

"Fuck yeah," he grunted. 

Connor was so powerful, so athletic, so utterly dominating in how he handled me. It rocked my world- 

The front door opened downstairs. 

Connor froze at the sound, and he and I both realized that, in our mad scramble to get our clothes off, we'd left the bedroom door wide open. I heard the murmur of Shane and Tracy's voices, coming up the stairs... 

"Do you want them to see us?" Connor asked. 

I considered for a moment, then hopped off the bed and hurried over to shut the door. "Maybe next time. Tonight, I just want YOU." 

Connor didn't wait for me to come back to bed. He stood and strode towards me across the room, looking like a naked Greek god, come to life. He pulled my tiny body to his tall, muscular frame-grinding his cock against my belly as his lips came crashing down to mine. 

Then he grabbed me around the waist and effortlessly lifted me into the air, until the smooth tip of his penis was perfectly positioned beneath my slit. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pretzeled my legs behind his back-and Connor lowered me down, impaling me on his cock. 

"Ahh..." I moaned, relieved to have him back inside me. 

An instant later, I felt the bedroom wall against my back, and Connor was thrusting vigorously once again-this time standing up. 

"You are such a stud," I smiled. 

But Connor didn't smile back. He just stared at me with those desperately hungry eyes and began thrusting faster and harder. The strong hands supporting my bare buttocks got frisky, teasing fingertips across my anus. 

"Connor..." I whimpered, sensing a monster tidal wave of an orgasm approaching on the horizon. 

He went for broke, slamming into me as hard as he could-every impact rattling my teeth. My fingers clawed at his muscular back, holding on for dear life. His lips tugged at my nipples- 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

I went off the deep end, a stream of half-conscious horny words pouring out of me with his every thrust: 

"Oh yeah! Fuck me you stud! Fill me up! Fuck my little pussy! I'm so wet for you, Connor! I'm so fucking wet! Harder! Harder! Aaah!!" 

The sound of my voice finally set Connor off. His face contorted in beautiful agony-his cock spasmed inside the deepest part of me- 

I screamed. That tidal wave of pleasure smashed down on me with all its force, and every muscle in my body went suddenly, blissfully, limp. Panting, Connor dropped me onto the bed and withdrew his sticky cock from my body. I fought to get air back in my lungs. 

"That was..." 

"Yeah," he whispered. 

He stretched out beside me on the bed, we looked into each other's eyes, and-still entirely out of breath-we kissed. 

Thirty seconds later, Tracy started to moan. 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

Earlier that night... 

I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. 

After three years of unconsummated tension, and an entire day of build-up, Tracy was on fire. Mid-blowjob, she dazedly muttered, "Mmm, I could suck your cock forever," and I'm fairly sure she meant it. The look in her eyes brought me right to the edge-every nerve in my body screaming for me to just cut loose and blow my load in the girl's beautiful mouth. 

But I didn't. Much as it pained me to do so, I pulled Tracy's loving red lips off my cock and zipped up my pants. 

"Not just yet," I chided her. She whimpered in frustration. 

Instead, I pulled her onto my lap-the two of us passionately dry-humping as we kissed and moaned and whispered in each other's ears about all the naughty things that might have been. 

"I can't believe we waited a whole year to do this," she panted. "Giving you that lap dance last Christmas was like the most exciting thing I've ever done. Why didn't you ask for a repeat performance?" 

"I thought it was just a 'once in a lifetime' sort of a treat." 

Tracy suddenly pulled away, levelling her gaze at me, "And who the hell put THAT idea in your head?" 

"After the wedding, Connor came up to me and said-" 

"Connor?! He told me YOU said that." 

"I said it? No, no, he came up to me and asked if-" 

"Exactly! He ASKED! He wasn't TELLING you it was once in a lifetime, he was ASKING you. He and I talked about it, and he was supposed to find out if you guys were interested in taking things further!" 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 05



I blinked. "I... I guess I misinterpreted." 

"You 'misinterpreted?!'" She turned red. "Do you have any idea how much it messed with my head when you didn't want to fool around with me again after that night?" 

I laughed, but Tracy didn't share my amusement. "Trace, considering how much of our honeymoon was spent with Ria role-playing that she was you, I think it's safe to say that I wanted you VERY badly after that night." 

"Then how come you waited a mothefucking year to make move?" 

"Because you and Connor broke up! It would have been weird!" 

"We only broke up because of you!" she shouted. 

The moment the words escaped her lips, Tracy immediately regretted at what she'd said, cupping a hand over her mouth and muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm just horny and I don't know what I'm saying. Ignore me." 

"Tracy, how am I supposed to ignore that? What do you mean you broke up because of me?" 

She frowned, "I-I talked about you a lot, with Connor. About all the things I wanted to do with you. Mostly, it just turned him on-like foreplay-but..." 

"Oh Jesus," I sighed, feeling suddenly very awkward about what she was saying. 

Tracy continued, "But then Connor asked you if what had happened on Christmas Eve was gonna be a 'one time thing,' and you said yes." 

Tears welled up in her eyes. 

"But I kept talking about you. And he got angry-said that if he wasn't enough for me, then maybe we should just see other people. And then..." She trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes. 

I took a deep breath. "I had no idea." 

"We're all so, so stupid," she sobbed. "Last night, Connor admitted that the only reason he'd gotten so angry with me was because he was just as frustrated that Ria didn't want him, either." 

"Tracy-" 

"And then he and I finally got back together after all those awful months-and the very next day, you and Ria suddenly want to jump our bones again? I'm so happy, and so horny, and so confused!" 

She impatiently mashed her lips to mine. Still crying, Tracy rubbed her crotch against me, and so help me, I was hard. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I never meant to hurt you." 

She finally got her breathing under control, and I kissed away the tears on her soft pale cheeks. I glanced down at my watch. It was already past midnight. 

"How about I drive us back?" I whispered. "And you let me make it up to you?" 

... 

As soon as we walked inside the cabin, I noticed Ria's shirt and designer jacket strewn across the floor. A raucous din of urgent moans and energetic thumping echoed from upstairs. 

Tracy grasped my hand, anxious. Our eyes met, and we both silently acknowledged: It's really happening. 

"Take me to bed," Tracy whispered. 

Holding her by the hand, I led the voluptuous, golden haired beauty up the stairs- 

Halfway there, we heard the guest room door slam shut in a panic, and we both burst out laughing. It was a welcome break in the tension, but it only lasted a moment. Tracy and I tiptoed into the master bedroom and laid down fully-clothed on the glorious four poster antique bed. 

"Tonight, you're all mine?" Tracy asked hopefully. 

"All yours. All night." 

Our lips met again-not rushing it this time, just really savoring the moment. Tracy's fingertips caressed my cheek. For a few minutes, we enjoyed the sweet, electric touch of each other's lips-contrasted against the outrageously pornographic noises our significant others were making in the next room over. Eventually our hands got restless-me reaching up beneath her sweater to fondle those incredible tits, her rubbing a palm across my erection. 

Teasingly, she sat up on my lap and peeled off her sweater, revealing a rather ordinary beige bra supporting the two most extra-ordinary breasts I'd ever seen. I cupped and squeezed them, unable to resist. 

My hands flicked down her bra straps, reached for the thick cups- 

"Ooh! I almost forgot!" she exclaimed, hopping off of me. "Wait right here!" 

She turned and walked out the door, unsnapping her bra as she went and letting it tumble to the floor. The sides of Tracy's luscious boobs bounced briefly into view before she disappeared out of sight and slipped into the bathroom. 

I groaned, impatient for her to return. I got up, pacing the room-until my eyes fell upon the black silk pajamas I'd worn earlier that afternoon. The ones that had gotten Tracy so adorably aroused when she'd brushed up against me. 

It was time for a quick change of clothes, I decided. 

Luckily for me, the exact same thought had crossed Tracy's mind. When I saw what she was wearing, my cock throbbed so hard it hurt. 

"You like it?" she asked innocently. 

Tracy had slipped into a pale blue nightie; a dainty, bell-shaped whiff of sheer mesh that draped like a veil over her ample curves and down past her hips-not quite covering the matching nylon panties she was wearing. 

The mesh material was so utterly transparent that I could see every exquisite detail of her unsupported breasts as they bounced swayed upon her return to the bed. A pair of teeny tiny ribbons-loosely knotted above her shoulders-were all that kept the whole ensemble from sliding down to a puddle at her feet. 

"My god..." I sighed, drinking in the erotic vision before me. 

Smiling, Tracy threw herself onto the mattress, the impact jiggling her bosom quite nicely. 

I couldn't control my eyes, which ran a marathon around her generous curves. "You look sexier right now than you've ever looked, in any of the countless thousands of fantasies I've had of you over the years." 

"Even better than I looked in the shower this evening, with my big, soapy tits wrapped around your cock?" 

I growled into another kiss. "Even better," I insisted. 

She seemed satisfied with my answer, and rewarded me by deliberately placing my hands atop her enormous bosom. I couldn't stop staring at that nightie: 

"You brought this with you?" I asked, suspicious. 

"Yeah..." 

"But you didn't even know Connor was coming up this week." 

Tracy blushed a deep crimson, and whispered, "I bought it for you." 

"For me?" 

She shrugged, self-conscious. "I didn't think anything was actually going to happen, I just wanted to see that look on your face again when I wore it." 

"What look?" 

"THIS look, silly," she laughed, pointing up at me. "The same look you gave me last Christmas when I popped out of that box and started dancing for you. The look that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the whole wide world." 

I crawled on top of her, enjoying the way her nearly naked body instinctively responded to the feel of my silk pajamas against her skin. Tracy arched her back, thrusting those full breasts up into my chest. I craned my neck down and licked her engorged nipples through the pale mesh fabric. 

"You bastard," she grinned, cupping my butt with both her hands. "You know what silk does to me." 

Her soft thighs embraced me on either side, rubbing up and down from my hips to my knees-slowly grinding my erect penis against her panties. 

In the other room, we could hear my wife and Tracy's boyfriend both scream their way though a couple spine-shattering orgasms. 

Tracy blushed. I placed a firm hand on her bare thigh and whispered, "We can top that." 

"I'm counting on it," she grinned. 

Our lips molded back together, tongues teasing. Hands roaming. Hips grinding. 

Then she pulled my face away and whispered, "I have a confession to make." 

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah. All these cross-ups between the four of us-all this swinging or swapping or whatever you want to call it-it was my idea." 

"Don't be silly, we all wanted it." 

"We all wanted it, but I'm the one who-Mmm!-made it happen!" 

She gave a jolt as my hand cupped the outside of her warm, wet panties. 

"Last year, I-Ooh yes!-got so obsessed with the idea of fucking you that I-Unh!-I hatched this whole plan to get Connor together with Ria. I figured if the two of them had sex, then you and I could-Oh yes!" 

I stroked a single finger across the outline of her pussy lips. 

Tracy continued, "I got the idea when Ria was out shopping for her bridal lingerie. I took one glance at how fucking hot she looked, and I knew that Connor wouldn't be able to control himself if he saw her like that." 

"So you-?" 

"I filled Ria's head with a bunch nonsense about her needing to get a 'man's perspective.' Which meant putting on a show for Connor. I wanted to get them both so hot for each other that they crossed a line. Did something so naughty, they couldn't ignore what had happened. Then you and I would have an excuse to do the same. I even told Connor to start touching her..." 

My heart was pounding. I pulled aside Tracy's drenched panties and wiggled a finger inside her boiling hot cunt. 

"You told Connor to touch my wife?" I asked. 

"Yes! Oh yes! I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. I had to do something. We were all so fucking horny for each other, I knew it would only take a tiny push to get the ball rolling. And it almost worked! A week later, Ria asked me to strip for you." 

I shook my head in amusement, "You did all that, just so you'd have an excuse to fool around with me?" 

She nodded. 

With a wink, I collected the four long pillows from our bed and stripped the pillowcases off them. 

"What are you doing?" Tracy asked. 

"You really do belong on Santa's naughty list," I joked. 

Then I pinned both her hands behind her head and, using the four pillow cases as makeshift rope, tied her wrists to the edge of the antique wooden bed. 

Tracy but her lip, nervous. "And are you gonna punish me for being naughty?" 

"Are you kidding? If it wasn't for you, none of this would have been possible. I'm gonna reward you, baby. I'm gonna give you everything you've been dreaming of." 

"Ooh," she chuckled happily. 

Then I spread her legs apart, briefly caressing the sensitive flesh between her thighs-and tied her ankles to opposite sides of the bed, leaving Tracy bound spread-eagled and powerless. 

Her eyes flashed with arousal- 

Then I covered them up, stripping the black silk sash from my pajamas and tying it like a blindfold over her eyes. Tracy's whole body shivered in anticipation. 

Much as I was tempted to dive mouth-first between her legs, I knew we'd both enjoy it more if I really took the time to bring her to a proper boil. I peeled the silk shirt off my back and, after permitting myself one more chance to gaze at her gorgeous, busty body, I touched that silk to her cheek. 

Tracy sucked in an excited breath of air. 

I trailed the silk across her plump red lips and slender white throat, down to her collarbone, then slipped it beneath the neckline of her nightie and over the soft curve of her breast. 

"Ahh," she panted, reflexively clenching the muscles of her thighs. 

Gently-slowly-I teased the silk across her exposed nipples and leaned in to tickle the sensitive flesh with my breath. 

"Oh you're killing me!" she half moaned, half laughed. "I'm already so fucking wet!" 

She really was. I could see the moisture seeping through her little panties, and the perfume of her arousal hit my nose. I teased the strip of silk down across her navel, just beneath the waistband of her underwear-then rubbed it back and forth across Tracy's sinfully bald public mound. 

"Mmm," she moaned, grinning beneath the blindfold. 

I gave my beautiful lover a fleeting, one-second taste of the silk against her bare clit, then cruelly pulled it away to tease the supple nude flesh of her inner thighs. Her panties were soaked through completely. Droplets of honey poured down Tracy's legs, onto the bedsheets-the scent of her making me dizzy with desire... 

I couldn't resist. Leaning forward, I softly pressed the flat of my tongue against her sweet, dripping cunt and started licking. 

"Oh god!" she squealed, caught totally off-guard. I used my teeth to tug her delicate underwear down off her legs, then nibbled my way back up to her core-relishing the way her naked pussy kept drooling all over my face. Tracy's fabulous buttocks clenched again and again with every slow, delicious swipe of my tongue. 

"Oh Shane," she moaned. 

"You taste so good," I panted. 

My hands snaked up beneath her nightie to grab onto those magnificent breasts. I twisted and tugged at the buds of her nipples, provoking a surprised shriek of ecstasy. 

"Mmm! Yes! Oh god, yes! More!" 

Sensing that she was already heading towards an early climax, I backed my tongue off her cunt and moved it upwards, licking away at the silky smooth patch of skin where her public hair should have been. 

"This is torture," she moaned. "I wanna touch you, too!" 

I pointedly ignored her, backing away off the bed. 

"What are you doing? Where'd you go?" she whimpered. 

I stripped myself naked, then circled around the bed, grinning at how Tracy twisted her blindfolded head back and forth to better hear what I was up to. 

I crawled over her horny, helpless body, then pressed the tip of my cock down onto Tracy's lips. 

She yelped in surprise, but quickly went to work with bathing my shaft in happy kisses. A pearl of precum bubbled out from my tip, which I smeared around her mouth like lipgloss. 

Tracy was all-to-happy to lick it off. 

Then, just as she was really getting into it, I pulled my cock away from her face and circled the bed once more, this time lining myself up between her widespread thighs- 

"Holy shit," Tracy groaned, for the first time feeling the sensation of my bare penis pressing against the naked lips of her cunt. 

Finally, mercifully, I reached forward and lifted the blindfold from her brow. Tracy briefly met my eyes with her own, then dropped her gaze to where my out-of-control erection was poised to enter her willing body. 

She bit down on her plump lower lip. The gossamer mesh of her barely-there nightie rippled from the the excitement of her breathing. 

"Is this really... real?" she asked. 

I stroked my cock back and forth around the outside of her cunt, coating it in Tracy's juices. 

"Oh god!" she moaned, throwing her head back in lustful frustration. "Untie me!" 

I held out for another minute, teasing her until it was absolutely unbearable-and then finally untied her wrists and ankles. 

Tracy attacked me, pouncing like a hungry predator and swarming every inch of my body with desperate kisses. Her slick, swollen pussy rubbed against the length of my shaft-burning on contact-and her fingernails clawed at my my hair. Amidst the chaos, I slipped the shoulder straps off her nightie and let it drop around her waist-then smothered my face with her abundant cleavage and groaned. 

We kissed-deeply and passionately-grabbing at every inch of sweaty, naked skin. Tracy's eyes welled up with emotion: 

Then I threw her down onto the bed and eagerly spread her legs apart with my thighs. Once again, the tip of my cock lined up perfectly with her entrance... 

We'd endured three whole years of pent-up desire... 

One hundred and fifty six weeks of fantasies... 

More than a thousand days of non-stop lust... 

Tracy's breath caught. Her heartbeat thundered. And then- 

"Unh!" she cried out, tears streaming freely down her face as I finally sheathed my entire penis inside the heat of her body. 

Tracy whimpered. Her thighs clamped around my waist, drawing me deeper-and we both MOANED with pleasure. I withdrew slowly- 

"Oh Shane," she panted. 

Then I slid back into her- 

"Yes!" she moaned. Tracy's hands grabbed at my hair, holding on possessively while she peppered my entire face with kisses. 

"Tracy!" I groaned, already thrusting into her with speed and passion. The flesh of my pelvis clapped loudly against hers. Our eyes locked together, blazing with desire- 

Then I ruthlessly brought down my lips and we screamed our pleasure into each other's mouths. 

"Oh Shane! It's so good! Oh yes!" 

I arched my back for better leverage, watching the way her huge tits shook with my every thrust. 

We rolled over-her on top now-and my entire field of vision was filled with Tracy's wildly bouncing boobs. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!!" she shouted, her voice rising to a high-pitched shriek. "God, yes!" 

My hips hammered up into her, rattling the bed frame. Tracy collapsed forward, dropping her heavy bosom onto my chest as she clamped her teeth around my lower lip-drawing blood. 

The shock of pain jolted me into action, and I rolled us both over again-spanking her ass hard in retaliation for the bite. Tracy yelped, but there was an obvious note of pleasure in it. Her eyes went crazy with lust, and her body writhed beneath mine-totally out of control. 

"So good! So good! So go-o-o-o-d!" 

My whole world shrunk down, until it there was nothing else in it but Tracy: 

The echo of her erotic, animal screaming. The view of her ample, shuddering breasts. And the grip of her exquisitely tight cunt. 

She looked so fucking hot splayed out beneath me like that, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back the volcanic eruption building throughout my body. 

She tugged at her own nipples as I pistoned in and out. The girl's golden hair fell in a mess across her face, clinging to the light sweat on her brow. 

"Shane, I'm so close! Oh god, I'm almost there!" 

"Me too!" 

"Unh! Unh! Oh GOD!!!" 

The volcano inside me became a raging, primal god. Tracy's voluptuous body spasmed beneath me, convulsing with cataclysmic shock waves of pleasure. She arched her back so hard I thought she'd break in half, and those mouth-watering tits swung up at my face- 

"Aah!" I wailed. Unable to hold myself back, I grabbed hold of her huge, naked boobs-squeezed- 

And that volcano inside me blew itself to pieces. My every muscle clenched like a fist as I poured myself into Tracy's still-climaxing body, over and over again. She clawed at the bedsheets, eyes scrunched shut tight beneath an unbearable avalanche of bliss. 

Ever so slowly, the fog cleared. We floated back down to earth, two limp bodies entwined, our lips pressed reassuringly together. 

"I love you," she moaned. "I love you so much." 

My cock was still hard inside of her. My vision blurred, and the room spun circles around me once more. 

"I... Jesus, Tracy," I sighed. "I love you, too." 

My words sent a final, orgasmic aftershock through her body. 

I was still only half aware, but I knew that what we'd just said was absolutely true. Wonderfully, terribly, incredibly, horrifyingly true. I loved this girl, just as surely as I loved my own wife. 

Whatever that meant for the four of us, one thing was certain: 

There was no going back. 

To Be Continued...



The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 06



CHAPTER 6 - The Season of Sharing

********
RIA
********

Shane and Tracy moaned though the paper-thin walls of the cabin, their urgent thrusts building to a fever pitch in the other room:

"I'm so close!" Tracy wailed.

"Me too!" my husband roared.

"Sheesh, listen to those two go at it!" Connor laughed. I reached down and grasped the iron bar of his cock, grinning inwardly at our reversal of fortune since last night, when Shane had been the one in my bed, and Connor with Tracy. Cooing happily, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed the tip of his penis back inside my body where it belonged.

"Jesus, you're tight..." Connor whispered.

"Jesus, you're big," I replied.

We tried to keep our own thrusting as quiet as possible, to better hear the other couple. We heard every moan, every kiss, every desperate gasp of breath, and then—

Then we heard them say, "I love you."

Connor and I both froze, paralyzed by the power of that word as if it had just tumbled from the mouth of Lord Voldemort himself. 

The funny thing is, it wasn't even the first time I'd heard Tracy and my husband say it to each other. After three years of close friendship, I'd heard those two say they "loved" each other on countless occasions. As friends. Like brother and sister. 

But NOT when they were in bed together. Shane wasn't supposed to say that word when—oh god—not when he was inside of her!

The way Connor was inside of me.

The day I married Shane, it had felt like a huge, uncertain piece of my future had finally clicked into place. For better or for worse, I thought my love life had been figured out: I would grow old with my husband, and that would be that. No more one night stands, no more boyfriends, no more surprises.

But now? I felt untethered. My love life had just cut away the mooring ropes, and set sail without a map.

I looked down at Connor's handsome face and saw the confusion his eyes, as well. Did I love Connor? Could I allow myself to love Connor? With the final barriers of physical intimacy now broken down between us, a flood of emotion poured out of me.

I started crying. Can you believe it? I started crying, right there in Connor's arms. With his penis still filling my body.

"Ria—" he whispered with concern. I shut him up with a long, slow kiss.

"Make love to me, Connor."

Without another word, he did. Tasting and touching, eons of eye-contact. Our first round of sex that night had been about the needs of our bodies. But round two was about something else entirely. It was about us: our shared adventures over the years, our unbreakable friendship, and all the feelings we'd never spoken out loud.

"Love."

Technically, it's just a word—but it's "just a word" in the same sense that the Sistine Chapel is just a room, the Mona Lisa just a painting, David just a statue. 

Connor's powerful muscles flexed as his body thrust up into mine. He rolled us both over, spreading my limbs out in all directions as he ground his pelvis against my clit. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed my senses once again, and high-pitched screams of ecstasy erupted from my lips:

"Aah! Aahhhh! Yes!!"

In that moment, I felt bliss; perfect, orgasmic euphoria, pinned beneath the body of a man I loved.

Then a pine tree fell through the bedroom wall.

********

SHANE

********

Tracy had just squeezed her enormous tits around my cock when we both heard what sounded like an explosion coming from the other room. 

Tracy and I both reflexively leapt to our feet and ran to help. We flung open the door to the other bedroom—

And found Connor and Ria lying on the floor together, each of them frozen in shock—his erection still halfway inside of her. Less than a foot away from them, a massive fallen pine tree had smashed through the wall and crushed the bed to splinters.

"Holy shit..." Connor blinked in surprise. 

"Are either of you hurt?" Tracy shouted.

"We're okay," Ria answered, her voice distant. "Connor rolled us both out of the way just in time."

It was surreal. None of us could decide whether to gawk at each other's naked bodies, or at the huge piece of nature that had interrupted our special night.

"Thank god you guys are alright," I sighed. "That noise scared the shit out of me."

Ria hugged Connor close, then climbed off of him and ran across the room to embrace me. She was shaking like a leaf, and her nude skin was coated with pine needles.

"That was like the scariest thing that's ever happened!" she sobbed. "I could see it starting to fall towards us, through the window—and I was screaming—but Connor was on top and I couldn't move!"

"I thought she was screaming, like, sex screams," Connor blushed. "I realized at the last possible second."

I shook my head in disbelief. "It's a miracle you two weren't crushed."

Tracy ran over and gave her boyfriend a naked, full-body embrace, as well. "Miracle is right! By all rights it should have been me in that bed tonight. If we hadn't all swapped partners—I mean, if Ria hadn't been here to see this thing falling..."

She didn't have to finish her sentence. A shiver went down my spine, and not just because snow had started blowing inside through the devastated wall. Ria and Connor had narrowly avoided death by evergreen. 

"I'll never look at Christmas trees the same way again," Connor muttered.

One by one, we all started laughing. Crazed, exhausted, merry laughter. Tears in our eyes. The four of us, naked in that snowy ruin of a bedroom.

Soon as we'd had a second to catch our breath, we quickly dressed and did our best to cope with the situation. The women called the local sheriff's office, who just advised us to seal off the room as best we could and wait until morning.

Connor and I headed outside with flashlights to check on the damage, which was luckily not as bad as I'd been expecting. The tree trunk had broken on impact, leaving just the very top inside the bedroom, the rest lying harmlessly on the ground. Just to be safe, we did a quick check of the other trees surrounding the property, but none of them looked even remotely threatening.

"Short of a random falling asteroid, the cabin should be pretty safe," I said.

As we headed back inside, Connor awkwardly mumbled, "So, Shane, are we both cool with what happened? I mean—uh—obviously you and Ria kind of planned it out, but..."

I sighed, remembering the look in Tracy's eyes when she'd confessed that she loved me earlier that night. Ria and I had planned on fucking them, but we hadn't planned everything.

"Actually, the four of us should probably have a talk."

Connor frowned. "Yeah. A talk."

...

When we got back inside, we found Ria stretched out on the couch in front of the downstairs fireplace—wearing my sweatpants and Connor's flannel shirt (an oddly appropriate combination, under the circumstances). She was oddly quiet.

"I'll get a fire up and running," Connor offered, sensing the awkwardness in the room.

Tracy emerged from the kitchen a moment later, carrying a bottle of dessert wine and four glasses. "Am I the only one here in desperate need of some alcohol?" she laughed. 

My heart beat a little bit faster when I saw her. She looked adorable, dressed in button-up pink fleece pajamas. I couldn't help but picture an obscenely big-breasted teddy bear.

With the fire going and the wine flowing, everyone cozied up together on the sofa. Ria was back on my lap, and Tracy was back on Connor's. Same as it ever was. If one of our other friends from back home had wandered inside and seen us all there, they'd never have suspected that anything was amiss.

But the tremendous weight of all that had happened still hung precariously in the space above our heads. When our wine glasses were finally empty, my wife looked up at me and whispered, "We heard you two. And I don't just mean the sex. We heard afterwards, when you said that you loved each other."

"Oh, honey..." I hugged Ria, but she seemed to have difficulty accepting the embrace.

"It's okay, really. I was mad for a second, but then—" her gaze drifted to Connor. "Then I looked into Connor's eyes and realized that I felt exactly the same way about him."

Connor looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. "Me too," he said quietly. 

It felt like the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. I closed my eyes, reminding myself to keep breathing while my insides tossed around like a lifeboat in a storm.

Tracy poured us all more wine. "Wish this stuff was a little stronger," she sighed.

Ria wiped fresh tears from her eyes. "It's my fault. I was the one who pushed for us all to have sex. I was the one who crossed the line. And now that we've all actually gone and done it, I don't know what happens next." 

She looked up at me, anxiously biting her lip. So beautiful. I somehow found my voice and answered, "Listen, what happened tonight wasn't any one person's fault. We're all guilty, right?"

The others nodded.

I continued, "We're all guilty, because we all wanted it to happen. No, scratch that—we all NEEDED it to happen. And that need has always been there, below the surface, every time the four of us have been together. We've spent three years clinging to a lie, because it's been the safest path."

The log in the fireplace cracked and spat out a swirl of sparks. Ria fidgeted uncomfortably. "What do you mean, a lie?" she asked.

I kissed her on the forehead. "Sweetie, the truth is, we aren't 'the double date that didn't end.' We never were. We aren't two couples who do everything together."

"What are you talking about?" Connor asked.

I looked over at him and Tracy, sitting beside us on the sofa. "Guys, would you mind scooting a little bit closer?"

They did.

I kissed my wife on the mouth. "Do you love me?" I asked.

She nodded. "Always."

"Now kiss Connor," I said.

Connor threw me a confused look, but I gestured that it was okay. Tentatively, Ria leaned away from me and locked lips with the other man. I took a deep breath, willing away the knot in my stomach. 

"Do you also love Connor?" I asked.

Ria nodded again, tearing up.

"Now kiss Tracy."

With much less reluctance, Ria took her best friend's head in her hands and planted a sweet, lingering smooch on the girl's lips.

"And do you love her, too?" I asked.

"Yes, of course."

"THAT's who we are, honey. We aren't two separate couples, we're Shane, Ria, Connor, and Tracy. Four people who love each other. Period. And that love means a different thing for each of us. You love Connor? That's okay, because I love Connor, too. I just don't want to have sex with him."

"Same to you, dude," Connor grinned. Everyone laughed. 

I continued, "I know it's not normal or average or who knows what. Maybe it's not what we all planned on when we were teenagers listening to love songs on the radio. But it's us."

"But what does that mean?" Connor asked. "Are we all really okay with swapping partners? Like, just whenever? It's not gonna make anyone jealous?"

I sighed, "I have no idea. Honestly, we probably will get jealous. I know I got jealous earlier tonight, watching you in that bathtub with Ria."

Connor turned red.

"BUT," I added, "not in the same way I'd be jealous if I ever saw Ria with some other guy. Not even close. And you know what? I was every bit as jealous last night, when I saw you fucking Tracy on the pool table. I think jealousy is just something we'll have to learn to live with, no matter what we decide to do."

Ria nodded, "Last year, a couple days before our wedding night, I told Shane that I would be 'okay' with it if he fooled around with Tracy. But ONLY with Tracy. No other woman. For some reason, it doesn't feel like cheating when it's with the two of you." 

"There you go, I guess that's a 'yes' to your question about swapping whenever we want," I said, looking at Connor.

"How about we don't call it 'swapping?'" Tracy interjected. "I don't like that word."

"Then what?" Ria asked. 

Tracy's eyes brightened. "Sharing," she suggested.

"Ooh, I like that!" Ria giggled. "We don't 'swap' and we don't 'swing.' We 'share' ourselves with each other! Really gets into the Christmas spirit, doesn't it?"

We all smiled at the thought. I hugged Ria again, and this time she hugged me back wholeheartedly.

"Sharing it is, then," I said. "As of tonight, we all share with each other."

"Merry Christmas, to us," Ria whispered, and kissed me on the lips.

Tracy got up to fetch some more booze, and as soon as she'd vacated Connor's lap, my wife scooted over to take her place.

"Merry Christmas, to me," she giggled again, and sensually kissed my buddy on the lips. 

Tracy returned a moment later with a bottle of honey bourbon, and smiled the sight of Ria and Connor making out. With Connor's lap now occupied, she headed for mine.

"So Ria..." Tracy teased, settling her soft buttocks down onto my lap. "Since we all agreed to share, you've gotta tell me: how was it, finally fucking my boyfriend?"

Ria blushed. "Amazing."

"Come on, give us details!" Tracy giggled.

Ria stroked a loving finger across Connor's chin, then quickly kissed him again. "At one point, Connor actually lifted me into the air and fucked me standing up. I've never done anything like that before, it was like something out of a porno movie!"

"Ooh sounds like fun," Tracy said.

"What about you, Trace?" Connor asked. "How was it being with Shane, after all these years of build-up?"

"Sooo good," she purred, wiggling her hips on my lap. "Shane tied me up, and blindfolded me, and teased me so bad I wanted to scream."

"I teased YOU?" I laughed. "What about that see-through nightie you wore to bed? You looked so sexy I couldn't even remember my own name."

"Aww, thanks." Tracy pressed her soft, pouty lips to mine. Instinctively, I cupped her breast in my hand and trailed kisses down her neck.

Tracy turned to Connor while I nibbled at her throat:

"How about you, stud? How was your first time with Ria?"

"Yeah, what was it like having sex with my wife?" I asked.

Connor turned red, refusing to look at me. "It was good," he mumbled. 

"Just 'good?' That's it?" I teased.

He laughed. "Okay, fine! It was awesome! Seriously, I don't even know where to start. Ria was on fire the whole time. First, she wrapped her wet panties around my cock, then she rode me cowgirl, then she crawled away from me and, like, waggled her insanely fine ass in the air until I fucked her from behind."

He emphasized his story by squeezing my wife's butt. 

Tracy gasped, "Did you fuck her in the ass?"

"Uh, no," Connor said, blushing again.

Ria quirked an eyebrow at him. "Did you want to?" she asked.

Tracy burst out laughing. "Are you kidding?! Anal sex is like one of Connor's all-time biggest 'Ria fantasies.'"

Connor gulped. "Well, yeah—I mean, if that's alright."

"I haven't had anal sex in years," Ria said. "It's not really Shane's thing, so we never do it."

Connor looked at me like I was crazy. 

"But," Ria whispered into Connor's ear, "Maybe that can be my Christmas present to you." 

I smiled at Tracy, "And what would you like for Christmas, little girl? Got any 'Shane fantasies?'"

"Ooh, I've got a bunch, but there is one in particular..."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You're such a talented painter, I've always dreamed about having you paint me. Naked."

"You mean like a nude portrait?"

"No, I mean, like—you know how they paint those bikini models in Sports Illustrated? The body paint? I think it would be so hot to take off all my clothes and have you do that."

I hugged her tightly. "Tracy, in real life that takes like ten hours and makes you smell like toxic waste."

"Oh," she deflated. "I guess it wouldn't be quite as sexy as I imagined, then." 

"Hey, don't worry. I'll figure something out. I think painting you would be just about the sexiest thing ever."

Ria looked over at me and called out, "Okay Shane, now it's your turn to tell us how much you enjoyed your night with Tracy. Was it everything you hoped for? Tell us the truth."

I shook my head, "I choose dare."

"You can't choose 'dare!'" Ria laughed. "We aren't playing Truth or Dare."

"Dare," I insisted.

She looked to Tracy and Connor for support, but they both just shrugged. 

"Fine!" she exclaimed. "In that case, I dare you to... pull down Tracy's pajamas and plant a big wet kiss right on her butt!"

Tracy squealed like a happy child as I hopped to my feet—bent her over the edge of the couch—and peeled her cozy pink pajama bottoms down to her knees. A festive red g-string stared back at me from between those smooth, sumptuous buttocks.

I attacked her ass with a thousand hungry kisses.

"Wow," Tracy laughed. "When you do a dare, you really do a dare!"

She bent to pull her pants back up, but Ria tsk-tsked:

"I never said anything about Tracy putting her pajamas back ON."

Tracy rolled her eyes, but didn't argue. She dropped her nearly naked ass back onto my lap.

I grinned at my wife, "Okay, Ria: truth or dare?"

"Dare."

I gestured down between Tracy's bare thighs, where my fingers were stroking in slow circles. "See what I'm doing to Tracy? I dare you to do this to her for a full sixty seconds—but with your tongue."

"Ooh, I like these dares!" Tracy grinned. 

Ria climbed off of Connor and knelt in front of us, gently spreading Tracy's legs apart. She licked her lips in anticipation...

"Awesome," Connor said.

Then my wife leaned in and licked the sensitive flesh of Tracy's inner thigh.

Tracy wiggled back and forth on my lap, her breath coming faster and faster as the minute ticked by. Her eyes scrunched shut, and she pouted with frustrated arousal.

"Ria, I'm getting so wet from you doing that," she whined.

Smiling, Ria circled her tongue directly across the darkening wet crotch of Tracy's red thong. The girl dug her nails into my thighs, now gasping for breath—

"Time's up!" Connor called out.

Tracy shot him an angry snarl.

"Hey, don't blame me, blame the clock on the wall!"

Beaming with naughty pride, Ria sat back down on Connor's lap. She looked over at the friend she'd just been licking.

"Okay, Tracy: truth or dare?"

"I'm gonna go crazy if I get another dare like that, so truth."

Ria tapped her chin, thinking. "Be honest: in all the years we've been friends, have you ever wanted to fool around with me, before the other night?"

"Maybe," Tracy grinned. 

"You can't say 'maybe!'" I said, giving the girl on my lap a playful spanking.

"Okay, fine! Yes! I just never—I don't know—never took those feelings seriously, I guess. Like, I'd see Ria in a really pretty dress or something, and then suddenly I'd be daydreaming about making out with her, and rolling around naked with her and—I don't know, it was always kind of confusing."

"Doesn't sound very confusing to me," Connor said. "Sounds like you've always had a pretty clear cut case of the hots for your best friend."

Tracy looked flustered. "Well, I don't see why that's so surprising to you. I seem to remember telling you a whole bunch of times how sexy it would be for us to have a threesome with Ria."

"Yeah, but I thought all that was just to turn me on in bed!" Connor laughed. 

"Well, maybe I liked those stories too, okay?"

He held up his hands defensively. "I'm not complaining, Trace."

She frowned at him. "Truth or dare, Connor."

"Dare," he said. 

"I dare you to strip buck naked, and then show Ria some of those crazy handstand push-ups you can do."

"No problem!" he shrugged, getting to his feet. 

My wife watched with rapt attention as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. Connor's thick, erect cock strained against the material of his boxers.

"Ria, would you do the honors?" he asked.

She reached out her slender fingers—shaking with a slight tremor of arousal—and stroked him. Then she grabbed the elastic of Connor's waistband and tugged it down the length of his legs, leaving his throbbing penis pointing right at her lips.




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 06



Ria couldn't help herself. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to the very tip—holding eye contact with Connor the entire time.

"The push-ups!" Tracy shouted.

With a groan, Connor reluctantly stepped away from my wife and flipped himself up into a handstand position.

"Okay, here goes—"

Triceps straining, he bent his arms and then straightened them out again, every muscle on his naked body going rigid from the effort. He did it maybe two dozen times, without stopping. Ria's eyes bugged out of her head.

"Wish I could do that," I whispered to Tracy.

"Don't be silly," she whispered back. "We don't need two Connors. Ria and I both want to fuck you every bit as badly as we want to fuck him."

Connor finally got back on his feet, his face beet red from the head rush.

"Shane, you're up!" he called out.

"Dare," I said.

"Okay, you might wanna take notes, because this one's complicated. There's two parts to it."

I politely showed him my middle finger.

"First, you've gotta take off all your clothes, even your underwear."

"Okay—"

"Then you gotta put on Tracy's pink pajama top and wear it until it's your turn again."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Tracy protested. "How come I lose clothes every time Shane takes a dare?"

Connor shrugged, "Because you're hot. Duh."

I just laughed, pouring myself another shot of liquid courage before stripping naked.

Soon as my cock sprang into view, Ria reached out to give it a tug. "Rawr!" she cheered.

"I guess you'll be needing my shirt now," Tracy mock-pouted. She hopped up and stuck out her chest—rocking back and forth like an impatient little girl.

I know it's a cliché to get all hot and bothered when a grown woman pulls the "ditzy little girl" shtick, but man, Tracy had it down to a science. Those wide green eyes stared innocently into mine as I reached forwards and opened her shirt one button at a time. Huge swells of creamy cleavage came into view, highlighted by the glow of the fire. Another button later, I revealed her bra: snowy white satin cups, far too small to properly support those spectacular melons.

I undid the rest of the buttons as fast as I could.

Tracy's shirt finally fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders, standing before me in just her sexy red thong and that tiny white bra. I was hard as a fucking rock.

"Don't worry, Shane," Ria called out, "You'll be fucking her soon, I promise."

"It's like you can read my mind!" I joked.

As per Connor's dare, I slipped on Tracy's pajama shirt over my shoulders. Then I sat my naked ass back down onto the couch, Tracy dropped her almost-naked ass down onto me, and my throbbing shaft pressed up against her thong. I felt Tracy tense up—gently squeezing me between those full, round buttocks.

Obviously, Connor had been planning on making fun of how ridiculous I looked wearing Tracy's pink shirt, but the atmosphere in the room had turned so erotic that no one even thought to laugh.

I looked over at my wife, panting with arousal. "Ria, truth or dare?"

********

RIA

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"Dare," I panted. "And before you say anything, let's just get this out of the way to save time."

I wiggled out of my sweatpants and shirt, then slid off my underwear and handed it to Connor for safe keeping.

I hadn't bothered wearing a bra. 

Standing naked in front of the others, I put my hands on my hips and waited for Shane to think up an appropriate dare. 

He stroked his chin, then said, "Okay, I got it. Lay down on the coffee table and close your eyes."

I obeyed, but when I heard my husband pick up the bottle of honey bourbon, curiosity got the better off me and I opened one eye just enough to spy on what he was up to:

Shane filled up a shot glass with the stuff, then ever-so-slowly poured it onto my naked body, just a few drops at a time. I squirmed from the sensation of cold liquid dripping onto my most intimate areas: both of my nipples, my navel, across my throat, down my thighs, and even into my moistening pubic hair.

Shane whispered, "Now, no peeking—you've gotta guess which one of us is drinking from which part of your body."

I heard a rustling as the three of them surrounded me, kneeling on all sides of the table, and then—

Then I gasped in surprise as someone's tongue flicked across my nipple. At first, I couldn't identify the culprit, but a few seconds later that tongue returned—moving slower than before—followed quickly by a pair of marshmallow-soft lips. 

"T-Tracy!" I moaned. 

"Good job sweetie," I heard her whisper. 

Then she was gone, replaced by a different mouth, at my throat this time. The light stubble on his chin tickled me the way it had a thousand times before—

"Shane," I grinned. 

A third tongue trailed down my chest and stomach, lapping up the bourbon that had pooled in my navel. I felt his nose pressing down into my wet tuft of pubic hair as he went, inhaling the scent—

"And that's Connor!" I cried out happily. 

He withdrew, and for a moment there was nobody licking my bourbon-soaked body...

Then, suddenly, there was everyone, all at once. The two men licked their way down the muscles of my legs, teasing with their teeth. Tracy treated herself to the grand prize, lapping up the booze that had soaked into my public hair and trailed down across the excited lips of my pussy.

"Aah!" I moaned, relishing the thrill of three different mouths pleasuring my body. I couldn't take it anymore—I opened my eyes and looked down to watch the action unfold:

Wow. 

That first glance—the image of Shane, Connor, and Tracy all licking my lower body at once—was seared into my memory for all time. 

Shane had gotten rid of the pink pajama top Connor had dared him to wear, but the other man was too distracted lapping booze off my body to even care about our silly game of Truth or Dare.

Working as a team, Shane and Connor took my achingly perky nipples into their mouths and sucked.

"Yes!" I moaned again, unconsciously spreading my legs to give Tracy better access. Her slender fingers pierced my cunt, her soft lips buzzed powerfully at my clit—

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I spasmed, arching my back off the table and climaxing like I'd been blasted with a defibrillator.

"Whoa, that was fast!" Shane teased.

"Oh shut up," I laughed. "Like you could have lasted any longer with all that going on."

On wobbly legs, I returned to the couch, settling down comfortably onto Connor's naked lap. Those huge, muscular arms crisscrossed around my chest, and that rock-hard cock burned against my lower back.

Beside us, Tracy plopped her tush back down onto my husband's erect penis, slowly wiggling her hips back and forth to keep him stimulated.

"Tracy: truth or dare?" I called out. 

She just laughed, "Right, like any of us are gonna choose 'truth' again after THAT."

"Fine then, I want you to grab my husband's dick and rub it back and forth across the crotch of your underwear for the next five minutes. And take it SLOW."

An almost pained look of arousal flashed across my husband's face.

Wordlessly, my friend repositioned her ass higher up onto Shane's hips, until his drooling erection was pointing straight up between her outspread thighs. The moment she pressed his knob against her moistened thong, they both groaned.

Back and forth she went, swiping the whole length of his cock across her barely-covered mound. Little by little, the motion scooted her thong to the side, until Shane's raging hardness was rubbing directly against the lips of Tracy's cunt.

Their breathing grew heavy and impatient. Tracy's voice came out tiny as a mouse, pleading with me: 

"Can—can I ask Shane to take his turn before the five minutes are up?"

"Sure sweetie," I smiled. 

"Okay Shane, truth or dare?"

"D-Dare!"

Tracy groaned, "I dare you to take off my bra and play with my nipples!"

"Until when?" I asked.

"Until... Until forever!" she shrieked.

Shane was only too happy to comply. He popped open the clasp behind her back, slid the white satin straps off her shoulders, and tossed the garment across the room. Tracy's tits were in his hands before that bra hit the floor.

"Mmm!" she grunted her approval as he tweaked and twisted her thick nipples. 

Lost in a cloud of desire, Tracy looked at me and moaned, "Mmm, Shane really knows just how to touch a woman's body, doesn't he? Not too firm, not too gentle..."

I nodded, "It's like I always said: Shane's my own personal 'sex artist.'"

"OUR sex artist, you mean," Tracy corrected, possessively squeezing my husband's cock. "We're all sharing now, remember?"

She twisted around and kissed Shane hungrily on the lips. 

But while Tracy was busy kissing him, my husband was looking straight at me. The piercing blue-green eyes that I had first fallen in love with three years ago twinkled in the firelight. 

He pulled his lips from Tracy and said, "In that case, maybe we can share a little bit more. Ria: truth or dare?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you should come over here and join us."

Compelled by the hunger in my husband's eyes, I scooted off of Connor's lap and crawled on all fours across the length of the couch. Shane grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in for a fierce kiss on the lips.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. 

Below, Tracy started picking up speed as she rubbed his cock back and forth across her beautiful, hairless cunt. My insistence that she "take it slow" had clearly been forgotten in the heat of the moment. She yanked my face away from Shane's to give him another, much more passionate kiss, and I took the opportunity to drop my tongue to her neck. On impulse, I even joined my husband in squeezing away at the girl's boobs.

"Oh!" I chirped, feeling the sudden presence of Connor's thumb curling inside my pussy from behind. "Ohhh..."

I pulled Tracy's mouth to my own, and her breathing became ragged. Her kisses, sloppy.

Shane took out all his arousal out on Tracy's enormous tits, squeezing the pillows of flesh and tugging away at the rosy nubs between his fingers. Still gripping his penis, Tracy started thumping the turgid tip against the outside of her cunt with a series of soft, wet slaps. 

I dove face-first at my husband's lap, inhaling his shaft all the way to the back of my throat.

"Oh yeah, sharing is good," Shane said excitedly. "Sharing is very, very good."

Connor, meanwhile, took the opportunity to maneuver around onto his back, so that his mouth was positioned directly beneath my cunt. Then, gripping my buttocks in his hands, Connor pulled my sopping crotch down onto his handsome face.

"Mmff!" I moaned through Shane's penis.

Tracy was so horny, it looked like she was almost getting angry about it. With a snarl on her face, she shoved my head aside just long enough to yank her skimpy red underwear down off her ankles, leaving all four of us blissfully naked on the couch together.

When my mouth returned to my husband's cock, I felt Tracy's exquisitely hot gash rubbing against my cheek, smearing honey. The scent of her sex was so overwhelming, I lost control and started licking both of them at once—Shane's cock and Tracy's cunt—moaning all the while.

"Ahh!" Tracy screamed, getting closer by the second. 

"Oh god, oh god..." Shane panted, prying one of his hands away from Tracy's chest to grab a fistful of my hair.

Connor slurped one of my cunt lips into his mouth, and I suddenly felt dizzy. I wanted more. In a trance, I muttered, "I want—I want to watch you guys fuck."

That was all Tracy needed to hear. She wrestled my husband down to the carpet and straddled his hips, lining him up with her entrance.

"You guys, too," Shane whispered, looking up at me and Connor on the couch. 

We took up position beside them—Connor on the carpet beside my husband, me hovering above his lap, shoulder-to-shoulder with Tracy. The men's granite-hard cocks brushed against our juicing cunts, desperate to go in. It was torture.

Tracy looked me in the eye and whispered, "At the same time."

I nodded, grasping her boyfriend's hot erection. Despite everything that had happened, it still didn't seem quite real...

And then, suddenly, it was.

"Aah!" Tracy gasped, lowering herself until the head of Shane's penis disappeared inside her body. Holy shit, they were actually having sex! I immediately followed suit, luxuriating in the ecstasy as my slippery cunt lips stretched around the first blissful inch of Connor's dick.

"Oh my god!" Shane moaned, watching us in utter disbelief. His fingers squeezed ferociously around his own lover's sweet buttocks.

Tracy was gushing with desire. Her honey dribbled in rivulets down my husband's shaft, soaking his pubic hair. With her whole body shaking uncontrollably, she finally relaxed and let herself drop, impaling herself with every inch of Shane's beautiful, glistening cock.

Soon as he saw them go for it, Connor grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me down to him with a single, smooth motion. I felt every detail of his rigid cock as he entered me, my sensitive pussy gliding along every ridge and vein.

"Yessss..." Connor sighed. I closed my eyes, and for a moment I was content just to sit there and enjoy the fact that, once again, he was actually inside me.

Then I opened my eyes, withdrew as far as I could, and let myself enjoy the ride down his cock all over again. I reached down and squeezed the powerful muscles of Connor's arms, groping everywhere on his body that I could reach.

To my right, Tracy let out a surprised shriek, and I twisted my head to see Shane strumming her clit with his thumb. He'd done that to me countless times before, and I knew exactly how amazing he could make it feel.

Lucky girl.

Tracy's bosom heaved with exertion as she rode my husband like a woman possessed—big tits swinging wildly with every bounce. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" she squealed. 

My voluptuous friend fed Shane her breasts, the abundance of soft flesh enveloping his entire face. I found myself wondering whether Shane was even able to breathe.

Still riding Connor, I reached out and lovingly took Shane's hand in mine, holding tight.

"I love you, Shane!" I moaned. He gripped my hand with white knuckles, about to explode inside my friend.

My own lover's hips slammed up against me, rattling my teeth. Powerful hands encircled my throat, squeezing—dominating me utterly.

"I love you too, Connor!" I gasped. 

Tracy lifted her boobs off of my husband and turned embrace me while the men fucked us. Our lips and tongues crashed together, and feminine fingers twisted my nipples.

"I love you too, Tracy!" I moaned.

"I love all of you!" she screamed in reply. "Ahh! Ahhhhh!!"

Her body shook in my arms, rocked to the core by a thrashing good come. Light-headed and limp as a noodle, she dropped to the floor, moaning. My husband's cock slipped out of her, and I realized that, by some miracle, he still hadn't climaxed.

While Tracy recovered, Shane rolled onto his side and watched wide-eyed as Connor pummeled my pussy just a few feet away.

"God that is so sexy," he grinned. I reached over and stroked his cock—still wet with my friend's juices. 

A few seconds later, Tracy reached over from the other side of Shane's lap, and her fingers entwined with mine around his penis. Tracy looked wistfully up at me. "Ria, could I use my mouth on you again? That was really fun."

"That okay with you, big boy?" I asked Connor.

"Long as I get to watch."

I climbed off his lap, crawled over Shane's prostrate body, and straddled Tracy's sweet, wholesome face.

As she licked me, her fingers disappeared up her own snatch, still dripping with desire.

That girl didn't waste any time. Having already gotten me off with her mouth once that night, it seemed she was now trying to break her old speed record by buzzing her tongue against my pussy and—and—

"Whoa!" I jumped, shocked as my best friend snuck a slick wet finger up my ass.

Her breath tickled my public hair, and I realized that the girl was laughing down there, apparently quite pleased with my response to her naughty little surprise.

Whatever, it felt awesome. 

Shane and Connor watched in stunned silence while I rode Tracy's face like a bucking bronco. Wordlessly, Shane got up and walked over to me, his penis pointing right at my mouth. I gave it a long, sensual lick from the base to the very tip—then I looked over at Connor and asked, "Are you just gonna lay there by yourself, or are you gonna come over here and play with the rest of us like a good boy?"

He was on his feet in an instant, standing right beside my husband, their erections staring me in the face.

Merry Christmas to me.

I reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of the two cocks in front of me, stroking them simultaneously. Shane and Connor groaned; two full grown men, turned to putty in my hands.

With Tracy still attending to my own personal needs down below, I leaned forward and swallowed Connor's big cock all the way to the root. Then, for an encore, I pulled my mouth off of him and swallowed Shane.

The log split in the fireplace, suddenly doubling the size of the flames. I traded my mouth from one man to the other, and back again—taking them both right up to the precipice, but never quite letting them come. Then, still teasing both of their cocks with my fingers, I twisted my head lower and sucked at their balls—playfully stretching the skin with a tug of my teeth.

I was in heaven, surrounded on all sides by beautiful people who loved and desired me. Their combined amorous moans echoed off the walls. I wanted it to last forever.

My body, unfortunately, had other plans. Tracy's diligent oral efforts had melted my insides like butter, and the finger she'd plugged into my anus zapped me every few seconds like an exposed wire. 

"Huhhhh... Yeah..." I crooned, trying to fight back the onslaught of bliss for a few more precious seconds. I was damned sure not gonna come before the two guys I was sucking off. 

Shane's eyes scrunched shut and I knew he was close, so I quickly switched my attention to Connor, opening my mouth and lewdly slapping his cockhead against my outstretched tongue. 

That did the trick.

"Oh god, Ria! Oh god!"

My hands pumped frantically at both erections. I parted my lips, aimed the two guys right at my mouth—

Ahhh!!" Shane and Connor each let out a monstrous roar and detonated, splashing endless ropes of white all over my face and chest. It was too much to bear. I threw back my head and let my own orgasm overwhelm me, shaking and screaming as spurt after spurt of boiling hot cum decorated my body.

********

SHANE

********

I'd like to say that the four of us kept on fucking for hours more, in an endless all-night sexathon—but after the whirlwind craziness of our adulterous Christmas Eve, we were all falling-down exhausted. We took a group shower to clean up—the women sandwiched between the men—and then agreed it was time for some good old-fashioned sleep.

Unfortunately, we still had one bedroom out of commission (thanks to a gigantic, fallen Christmas tree), meaning we had to get creative with the available space.

"How about a naked slumber party?" Tracy suggested. 

Connor and I brought the other mattress downstairs, set it on the floor beside the couch cushions, and we all laid down as a group—each of us snuggling up with our respective "wrong" partner for the night. I finally drifted off to sleep with Tracy's spectacular nude body in my arms, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest.

...

I awoke on Christmas Day with my erection wedged firmly in the crack of her supple ass. She and Connor were still out cold, but I spotted Ria standing over by the bay windows, looking out at the winter landscape.

"If only I had a canvas and some oil paints," I sighed, walking up and draping my arms around my beautiful wife. "You're a vision, standing here like this. Your lithe, naked body, wrapped in this cozy fleece blanket. Your silhouette, framed by the snowy mountain vista..."




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 06



Ria relaxed back into my embrace, idly tracing her fingers across my arms. "How do you feel about all this?" she whispered, gesturing back at our sleeping friends. 

"Scared. Thrilled. Horny." I kissed her cheek. "But not in that order."

"I feel like a different person. Not in a bad way, just—It feels like I've been wearing a 'shell' or something for my entire life. Does that make any sense? Like a little hermit crab. And now it's gone. I've never felt so vulnerable before."

I gestured to the fairy tale view of the mountains:

"Honey, I honestly don't know what's in store for the four of us, when we all this goes away. When we go home to our regular lives again. I don't know how this double date is gonna end. But I DO know that I'll always be there for you, and I'll always love you. I'll be your little hermit crab shell, whenever you need one. For always. For better or for worse."

We kissed, and Ria wrapped her blanket around me to keep us both warm. I felt the twin imprints of her nipples pressing into my bare chest.

Teardrops blossomed in the corners of her eyes. "For better or for worse, huh?"

"Preferably 'better,' but yeah. I promise."

With a coy smile, Ria kissed me again and whispered, "I had a funny idea, before we all went to sleep last night. Actually, maybe it's not so funny. Maybe it's kind of wonderful."

"What was it?"

"I was just thinking, the lease is almost up on Connor's studio apartment, and Tracy pretty much wants to murder her evil roommate Debbie, and..." she trailed off. 

"And what?"

"You and I have been talking about moving into a bigger space for a while now."

"Wait, are you suggesting—?"

Ever so slightly, she nodded. "What if they, you know, moved in with us? Just to see what it's like?"

I stared at her like a mute idiot. 

"I know, I know. It's too weird. Stupid idea," she apologized. 

I felt butterflies in my stomach. The four of us, living under one roof together? Maybe it wasn't so crazy, after all. Hell, we all spent practically every minute together anyway. Why not make the most of it, especially if it meant we'd be enjoying more weeks like this one?

"I think it's great," I said at last.

"Really?"

"Yeah! I just don't know how to bring it up. Do you think they'll go for it?"

"We're not asleep!" Connor called out from across the room. "We're just resting. We can hear everything you're saying."

Ria and I turned bright red. "It's, uh, it's just a thought," she said. 

Tracy laughed, "Maybe, but it's an AWESOME thought! I'm in, but I've got one condition: we all have to fuck each other, like, constantly. Like, just non-stop orgies every night."

I laughed, too, "Sounds good to me."

"Who'd say no to that?" Connor agreed. "It's like living in a porno movie with my best friends!"

Ria bit her lip naughtily. "We should all celebrate. Tracy, would you mind coming over here for a second? I want to show you the view."

Tracy threw the blankets aside—revealing her glorious nudity—and strolled confidently towards us, her succulent bosom swaying side to side with every step. As she approached, Ria unwrapped the fleece blanket from around our shoulders and spread it out across the floor. 

She crooked a horny, come-hither finger in Tracy's direction. "Lie down with me," Ria whispered.

The two naked women laid out together on the blanket, cuddling and kissing in the soft morning light.

"I've always been so jealous of your skinny little waist," Tracy whispered with a smile.

"Mmm, I've always been jealous of your eyes—they're so pretty," Ria answered. 

"I've always been jealous of your hair."

"I've always been jealous..." Ria gave the other girl's boobs a squeeze, "of THESE."

Tracy blushed, "Don't be, yours are pretty damn sexy." To prove her point, she rolled on top of my wife and tenderly suckled at her erect nipples. 

Ria let out a happy sigh. She looked right at me—hunger in her eyes—and asked, "You boys planning on joining us any time soon?"

I immediately knelt beside them on the blanket, kissing and caressing both women's gorgeous bodies. Just for a thrill, I cupped one of Tracy's heavy, swaying breasts and fed it to my wife.

Grinning, Tracy reached around and spread apart her smooth, wet cunt lips—an invitation I obviously couldn't pass up. I moved so that my shaft was pointing towards her glistening opening, then grabbed hold of her hips and slipped myself all the way inside.

Below us, Ria moaned, sucking hungrily at her friend's nipple. I thrust my pelvis against Tracy's buttocks—every impact sending her unattended breast slapping against the side of my wife's face. 

"Whoa," Connor said bluntly, watching from the sidelines. He hurriedly got up and positioned his dick in front of Tracy's mouth.

"Mmm..." Tracy moaned sexily, sucking the guy between her lips.

I felt slender fingers stroking along the underside of my shaft as Ria reached a hand up between Tracy's legs—exploring the point where I was disappearing into her best friend's cunt.

"Oh wow," she gasped, releasing Tracy's breast from her lips. "I can actually feel you going into her. That's so wild."

For a few minutes, the four of us just continued on like that in silence—with Tracy fucking me and sucking Connor at the same time. Finally, my wife's eyes glazed over with lust, and she whimpered, "Shane, please fuck me."

"Anything for you, baby," I grinned. 

We all quickly repositioned around the floor—Tracy trading my cock for Connor's—and I slid back inside the tight, familiar heaven of my wife's pussy. Both women dropped to their hands and knees, facing each other as Connor and I fucked them doggie style at a good solid pace. 

"Uh-uh-uh!" 

Their high-pitched voices grunted out an erotic, staccato Christmas carol with every thrust of our hips. 

"Kiss her," Connor commanded, and Tracy didn't need to be told twice. Her lips met Ria's, and both women groaned into the sexiest lip lock I'd ever seen, still whimpering from our combined fucking. 

I reached forward, greedily groping past my wife to squeeze Tracy's massive, swinging breasts. She pulled her attention away from Ria and gave me a knowing grin. Playfully, she cried out, "Switch again!"

Everyone was game for that. The women traded places once more, still facing one another as they bounced frantically on our laps, reverse-cowgirl. My greedy hands stayed glued to Tracy's boobs the entire time.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Ria crooned. "You both look so... so sexy!"

"You too, girl!" Tracy cheered. "Ride that cock!"

"Oh yes! Ohh!" my wife shuddered with pleasure. Her head lulled forwards on a suddenly limp neck, dark hair spilling messily across her beautiful face.

Tracy's cunt pulsed around me, gripping excitedly.

"Switch again!" Ria cried out, and we hurriedly played another game of musical chairs with each other's bodies. This time Connor and I wound up laying on our sides, fucking the women in the spooning position while we fingered their clits. My hips pounded against my wife's perfect butt while I marveled at the way Tracy's bosom bounced after each and every one of Connor's powerful thrusts.

We switched partners again and again, a new position every time: bent over the back of the sofa, then wheelbarrow, and even a couple different crazy Kama Sutra moves I'd never had the guts to try. Sixty-nining Tracy was a particular joy, with her sweet nectar coating my tongue as those humongous tits splashed across my stomach.

"Mmm!" Tracy looked over at my wife. "Ria baby, I can taste you on him!"

By the time we switched partners again, and I rotated around to fuck Ria, she was lost in another world. Her lower lip trembled uncontrollably, like someone suffering from hypothermia. Our eyes met, and for a moment it was almost like I was looking at a stranger wearing my wife's body. I'd never seen her so wild before.

I threw myself at her, pinning that tight body to the floor and spearing my dick up between her writhing legs.

"Yesss!!" she shrieked. Her fingers grabbed at my hair like talons, and pulled my face in for a supernova kiss. 

To our left, a pornographic scene played out as Connor straddled his girlfriend's chest and wedged his big meaty cock between her tits. Tracy squeezed her cleavage together, pumping the ample flesh around Connor's spasming erection. 

"Come for me baby," Tracy whispered, talking directly to Connor's penis in her horny, little girl voice. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for me..."

In a trance, I flipped Ria over onto her stomach and pushed her face down between the other woman's thighs. Tracy's urgent whispers turned to urgent moans as Ria's tongue made contact, lapping away like a ravenous kitten. 

Connor glanced back over his shoulder to check out the action, and immediately blew his load all over Tracy's chest. I guess the sight of Ria eating pussy was too much for the poor guy to bear.

It was too much for Tracy, too, who clawed at the carpet and screamed her lungs raw as my wife finally pushed her over the edge into oblivion.

With Tracy's orgasmic cacophony still echoing off the walls, I rolled Ria onto her back once more and went for broke, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. My hips clapped like thunder against her poor pussy. Fingernails clawed at my skin. Eyelids fluttered in an orgasmic seizure. Shrill, ecstatic roars of pleasure split the air again and again.

My abdominals burned, my balls constricted, I threw back my head—

"Aahhh!!"

And exploded inside my wife, filling her over and over again.

Ria fought for breath. Her eyes finally refocused, and the blush returned to her cheeks. 

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," I smiled, caressing her radiant skin.

"Merry Christmas," Ria panted weakly.

Connor flopped onto his back, laughing at the wonderful absurdity of it all. "Merry Christmas, to all of us," he agreed.

Tracy sat up, her huge, cum-glazed bosom swinging into view. She smiled at me mischievously and added, "Yeah, Merry Christmas to all. And to all, a good come!"

TO BE CONCLUDED...



The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 07



EPILOGUE: Every Day is Christmas 

******** 

SHANE 

******** 

Luckily, my boss's insurance covered the tree that fell through the cabin wall. A part of me was worried that he'd somehow blame me for the damage, but the opposite turned out to be true: 

"Can you imagine how much worse the damage would have been if no one was home?!" he asked. "There would have been a month's-worth of snow and frost filling the place before we even realized. I'm damn lucky you and Ria were there!" 

But, nice as he was, I was anxious about finally coming back to work on New Year's Eve. Stepping back into my cubicle felt like stepping onto an alien planet. Every drab moment passed by in excruciating slow motion. The bustle of the office sounded distant and muted. Every meeting, every memo, every "urgent" office emergency-it all felt so silly and small. 

After the week-long emotional maelstrom of sex in the mountains, returning to real life was about as exciting as a bowl of shredded wheat. It didn't help much that Tracy was sitting beside me, looking gorgeous as ever in a red silk blouse. How was I supposed to focus on my work when I couldn't stop flashing back to memories of her marshmallow-soft lips around my cock and her cantaloupe-sized tits in my mouth? 

Throughout the day, she would occasionally glance over at my cubicle, throwing me a slantwise grin-and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. 

So far, nobody at the office suspected that Tracy and I were more than friends, nor that we'd made tentative plans for her to move in with me and my wife-but that wouldn't last forever. Somehow, sooner or later, we'd be outed, and the gossip about Shane and Tracy's "weird, poly-whateverous-relationship" would spread like wildfire. 

Or maybe not. What did I know? Maybe I was just being paranoid. 

As the clock on the wall counted down the final few minutes of the day, I glanced over at my voluptuous coworker one final time and asked, "You sure you can't come by to say hi tonight?" 

"Is that really all you want me to do? Say hi?" 

"No, but if I told you what I really wanted, I'd get shitcanned for sexual harassment." 

She shook her head and laughed. "Sorry, wish I could. I already promised a girlfriend I'd spend New Year's with her." 

"And Connor's working the graveyard shift tonight. It's gonna be so weird, celebrating without either of you." 

"You and Ria have any special plans for tonight?" she asked. 

"Nah. Home on the couch, sipping champagne and watching pre-recorded Ryan Seacrest talk about how cold it is in Manhattan or whatever." 

"While Taylor Swift sings that stupid 'Shake Shake' song," Tracy nodded sympathetically. 

"Ria said she wants a night to finally relax." 

"Sounds wild." 

"Domestic bliss," I grinned. 

Truth be told, I was a little let down by the prospect of finishing the year on such a lame note. But my incredible wife had more than earned an evening's rest after a week of non-stop, ravenous fucking. She phoned me when I was five minutes from home and asked, "Could you detour to the store to pick up a bottle of champagne? I know I said I'd do it, but I forgot." 

"Honey, I'm almost home!" I rolled my eyes. I'd just made it through over an hour of New Year's traffic. 

"Don't whine, it's unbecoming of such a sexy man. Besides, I've got a surprise waiting for you at home that will more than make up for it." 

That piqued my interest. "I do like surprises," I sighed. 

I swung by the grocery store, battled the crowds for a bottle of bubbly, waited in line for a geological epoch, and then finally made it home to my wife- 

Who greeted at the front door wearing a skin-tight, orange and white Hooters uniform. Without a bra. 

"Whoa," I blinked. 

Ever since our first double date, when I learned that Tracy and Ria had both worked at Hooters during college, I'd fantasized about how the two of them must have looked in those slutty outfits. But Ria had left that job on a bad note-meaning she'd burned the uniform and deleted all photos of her wearing it. I never actually thought I'd get the chance to see her as a "Hooters Girl." 

Until to tonight. 

"Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open," she teased. "Come in." 

She turned on her heel and walked inside, giving me an eyeful of her juicy butt stretching out those microscopic orange shorts. I followed her into the living room like an obedient puppy, where Ria sat me down on the sofa and spoke in her absolute perkiest voice: 

"Welcome to Hooters! My name's Maria, and I'll be your servant tonight." 

"Don't you mean 'server?'" 

"Whichever," she shrugged, giving her hair an exaggerated, valley girl flip. Then she leaned down to pour me a pint of beer, oodles of cleavage spilling out of her low-cut white tank top. 

I whistled appreciatively, "Man, you weren't kidding when you told me I'd like the surprise." 

"Oh sweetie, this is only HALF the surprise.". 

I quirked an eyebrow. "Half?" 

Suddenly, a burst of girlish laughter came from the bedroom. Ria rolled her eyes, "Aw, Trace! You spoiled the big reveal I was building up to." 

"Sorry!" Tracy called out. 

My pulse quickened at the sound of Tracy's voice. 

Ria shook her head and laughed, "It's too late for sorries! I guess you may as well come out and let him see you." 

A moment later, Tracy stepped into view, smiling proudly in a Hooters costume of her own: white trainers, high socks, orange spanx, and a microscopic white tank top. The laws of physics drew my attention immediately to her chest, where the girl's stupendous bust was stretching out that cartoon owl on all directions. 

"Hi Shane," she said with a wave. 

Goddammit, she wasn't wearing a bra, either. 

"I thought you had plans with a girlfriend," I stammered, watching her stride across the apartment towards me. 

"And Ria's the best girlfriend I've ever had," she winked, playfully patting my wife on the butt as she said it. 

The two women sat down on either side of me, cozying up with their soft bodies. Tracy teasingly stroked my chest. Ria dropped her hand to my thigh and squeezed: "Welcome to Hooters, handsome. Can we get you started with something?" 

"I dunno, what do you recommend?" I laughed. 

"Well, that depends on whether you want something spicy..." Ria began- 

"Or sweet," Tracy finished. 

I smiled, my eyes ricocheting back and forth from one woman to the other. 

"What if I want both?" 

"Ooh, so you want the combo platter," Tracy cooed. 

"The two-for-one deal," Ria nodded. 

Then time stood still for a moment as both gorgeous women leaned in and started licking my neck. Feminine hands settled on my lap, gently massaging through my pants. 

"Is this how you two treated all your customers, back in the day?" I asked. 

"Only if they were cute. Or if we were really, super horny." Tracy answered, deftly unzipping my fly. Then she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into the cushion of her breasts. 

I groaned, licking and sucking at the huge, soft globes-wetting Tracy's erect nipples through the fabric her shirt. It would be a cold day in hell before I got tired of sucking on those tits. 

"Just think," Ria whispered, sneaking her hand up under my shirt, "once she moves in, you'll get to come home to this every day." 

"EVERY day," Tracy repeated happily. 

When Ria finally pulled my face away, I saw that Tracy's shirt had turned completely transparent where I'd been licking-giving me a clear view of the buxom blonde's big pink nipples. 

"My turn!" Ria exclaimed, thrusting her own substantial chest towards me. I pounced on my wife, pinning her to the couch as I squeezed and licked her tits, thrilled to feel her nipples hardening at my touch. 

"Ooh, you're a VERY good customer..." Ria said coyly. 

"You ready, Ria?" Tracy asked. 

My wife nodded, her dark eyes sparkling with arousal. She pushed me back onto the couch and busied herself with opening my shirt. 

Tracy, meanwhile, lowered her head to my lap and nibbled me through my slacks, gently grazing her teeth along my rapidly stiffening shaft. Then there was a quiet rustle of fabric as she tugged my pants down around me knees, and the cool air enveloped my naked cock as it sprung into view. 

The two women slunk down to the floor, kneeling on either side of my penis-each of them resting the full weight of their breasts on my thighs. Ria leaned in and kissed my crown. Tracy leaned in and licked my shaft. And then they both leaned in and kissed each other, bringing their mouths together for a scorching hot lesbian lip lock-with my erection trapped in the middle. 

I really was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. 

Still wearing those ridiculously tight Hooters tank tops, Tracy and Ria brought their braless bosoms together above my lap, crushing my granite hardness within the paradise of four big, plump breasts. 

"Oh, fuck..." I moaned. 

They were both clearly amused by my reaction. Ria grabbed the bottom hem of Tracy's tank top and rolled it up-and up, and up, and up-until the bottom halves of her breasts were exposed. 

"Fuck him with your tits," Ria commanded. 

The rolled up hem of Tracy's shirt squeezed tightly around her chest, mashing her cleavage together. As she lowered her massive boobs onto my lap-and my erection speared up between them-the abundance of smooth flesh hugged me like a vice. I watched as the dome of my cock poked out through the top of Tracy's cleavage, visibly stretching out the fabric of her shirt. 

With Tracy busy down below, Ria climbed up onto the sofa and straddled my face-rubbing the crotch of her bright orange hot pants against my mouth. All I could do was moan and play along, groping my wife's tight ass and licking away while Tracy's bodacious tits continued bouncing on my lap. 

Growing impatient, Ria tugged aside the elastic crotch of her shorts to give my tongue direct access to her cunt. 

"Mmm, yeah honey, just like that," she purred. 

Impatient for some stimulation of her own, Tracy jumped to her feet, yanked off her pants, and dropped her steaming hot cunt down onto my desperate penis. 

"Ohh, much better," she groaned. 

"So much better," Ria agreed, thrusting her slick pussy against my mouth. 

"Fuck it, these shorts have got to come off!" Ria exclaimed, hopping off of me and quickly sliding out of her orange spanx. With my wife momentarily occupied, I re-focused all of my attention onto Tracy-powerfully pounding my hips up into her dripping snatch. 

"Oh yes! Fuck me!" she growled. 

I don't know what came over me, but before I even realized what I was doing, I had grabbed hold of Tracy's white Hooters shirt with both hands and- 

RIPPP!! 

The fabric tore, finally unleashing Tracy's gloriously ripe breasts into the open air. 

"Holy shit honey!" Ria laughed. "Remind me never to get in between you and Tracy's big boobs." 

"Mm-hmm," Tracy agreed, proudly rubbing my face between her now-naked tits. 

Ria moved to climb back up onto my face, but Tracy held out a hand to stop her: 

"Let me do it? I wanna taste you while he fucks me." 

Ria answered by kissing the other woman, their naked breasts clapping together from the sudden movement. 

Not withdrawing from her body, I rolled Tracy onto her back and repositioned her supple legs onto my shoulders-then I held my breath and watched the unbelievable sight as my wife dropped her slippery, engorged labia down onto Tracy's mouth. 

Ria pulled me in for a long, steamy kiss that exploded in my mouth like fireworks. Then-a mischievous smile on her face-she dropped her fingers down to Tracy's clit and started teasing. 

"Oh fuck!" Tracy shouted, overwhelmed by the combined stimuli of my thrusting and Ria's fingers. 

I picked up the pace, dropping my gaze from Ria to enjoy the way Tracy's massive melons were bouncing with every impact of my hips. 

"Ohh," she moaned. "Ohh!" 

Feminine honey poured out of her, coating my thighs. Ria's hand became a blur on the other girl's crotch, and I went for broke, fucking hard- 

"Yesss!!" Tracy spasmed, her fingernails digging into Ria's legs. Her back arched-hips thrusting up in the air and seizing in rigid pleasure-and then all at once she relaxed into a puddle of post-orgazmic bliss. 

My wife lifted a leg to climb off the other girl's face-but Tracy greedily reached out and pulled her right back down. 

"Oh no you don't, sweetie. Not until I make you come!" 

Ria obediently re-straddled her friend's mouth, this time facing away from me so that she could brace herself against the arm of the sofa. She continued grinding herself on Tracy's face, and I watched-practically drooling with desire-as Ria's perfectly-formed buttocks clenched again and again with every movement. 

I pulled out of Tracy's still spasming cunt and scooted myself forward, dragging my balls across her belly. I finally came to a stop with my legs straddling her chest and my painfully erect cock pointing eagerly between the twin mounds of her breasts. Tracy braced her tiny hands against the sides of those silky smooth pillows of flesh, and squeezed them together around my shaft. 

My penis practically disappeared. 

"Oh yeah," I groaned. 

My eyes and hands travelled equally between Tracy's tits and Ria's ass. In our new position, every time my cockhead speared out the top of Tracy's cleavage, it pushed up into the crack of my wife's butt-brushing up against her anus. Ria whipped her head around to look at me, eyes on fire-then she threw her weight backwards into my arms, kissing me passionately on the lips while I fucked her friend's cleavage. Ria reached down and spread her buttocks to give my thrusting cockhead unobstructed access to her asshole- 

"Mmm! Oh god!" Ria whimpered. "Don't stop!" 

Tracy redoubled her oral efforts, I twisted and tugged at Ria's nipples- 

"Oh yes! Yes! Aahhh!!" she screamed, shaking in my arms and gushing all over her friend's beautiful face. 

"Shane?" Ria looked at me, her sanity finally returning to her. "You still haven't come?" 

"Been trying to make the moment last," I panted. 

"But... Don't you get it? There is no 'moment,' anymore. This is your life now. We've got all night, and then the next night, and then the next. You get to have this whenever you want." 

I nodded, letting her words sink in. A lifetime's worth of horny fantasies played out in my head. 

Tracy rolled out from beneath me and rose to her feet. She and Ria circled the couch and bent over the arm-side-by-side-mashing their big breasts down onto the cushions vaulting their naked butts up into air. 

"Who would our lucky customer like to come in tonight?" Ria asked. 

I got to my feet and circled around behind them, taking a moment to appreciate the two gorgeous asses being presented to me. 

Tracy's: soft and full. Ria's: tight and perky. Both of them: utterly dripping with arousal. 

"I think tonight, I'll take them both," I quipped. 

Then I pushed my penis deep inside of Ria. 

"Oh yeah..." Ria purred. 

But after a few minutes, I pulled out and switched women, driving into Tracy and using my fingers to please Ria. 

"Oh god, uhh!" Tracy moaned. 

I gave both asses a few good spankings while I fucked Tracy, then I pulled out again and slid back into Ria. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?" she asked. 

"Fuck yeah," I grunted, pounding into her pussy. 

I pulled out again and switched back to Tracy, scooping up her boobs in my hands while I fucked her over the arm of the sofa. 

"Getting close?" Tracy teased. 

"Jesus Christ," I moaned. 

"Don't stop fucking her until you come," Ria whispered, then she knelt beside where my cock was sliding in and out of her friend and started licking. 

"Oh god!" Tracy moaned, already ramping up to another orgasm. "I can't stop it if-not if both of you-oh fuck!" 

"Come for me, Tracy," I moaned, squeezing the flesh of her tits. "You sound so sexy when you come." 

"Oh Shane! Oh Ria!" 

Ria sucked my thumb into her mouth, then guided the slick digit up Tracy's scalding-hot asshole. 

"Ahhh!" Tracy screamed in rapturous, shocking pleasure. Her dyed blonde hair went wild in all directions. 

I felt my own release charging forwards like an angry Rhino-unstoppable, thundering, shaking the earth beneath my feet- 

Tracy screamed with animal intensity, convulsing in climax. "Fuck me Shane! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck!!" 

I roared, the dam finally bursting. The first several spurts filled Tracy to the core, then I pulled out and ejaculated all over her supple ass. Somehow still coming, I turned my attention to my wife and let the final few shots decorate her beautiful, smiling face. 

******** 

CONNOR 

******** 

After a frantic few weeks of apartment hunting, the four of us all finally moved in together. We didn't even wait to unpack before christening the new space with our first orgy, fucking in a sweaty, tangled mess on living room floor. 

Later that same night, when we were all sitting down for a nice, relaxing meal together, Tracy looked up from her food and asked: 

"How are we gonna spend Valentine's Day?" 

"I take it you're not asking about which restaurant we're going to?" I asked. 

She shook her head, "You know what I mean. I mean-who's gonna do what with who? The way I see it, we've got three options: One, we do what we've always done-me and Connor, Ria and Shane. Two, we go out as a group-" 

Ria turned up her nose at that. "Much as I like having two cute guys to play around with at home, that doesn't sound very romantic." 

"Or option three," Tracy continued, "we go untraditional. Me with Shane, Ria with Connor." 

I felt a frown crease my face: "So basically what you're saying is, you want to spend Valentine's Day with Shane this year. Not me." 

"That's not what-" 

"No, I get it. He's hands down the more 'romantic' guy, between the two of us." I blurted it out before I'd even had a second to think about what I was saying. The moment the words left my mouth I knew they sounded childish. 

Tracy crossed her arms, hurt. Without saying another word, she got up from the table and went into the other room. I mentally kicked myself. 

"What was that about?" Shane asked me. 

"Sorry, long day at work," I sighed. Then, feeling like a royal idiot, I put down my fork and followed after Tracy. 

"I don't wanna talk to you," she snapped as I entered the bedroom. 

"Tracy, I need to apologize," I said, sitting down on the bed beside her. 

"What the hell, Connor?! You spend a month and a half fucking Ria whenever you feel like it, and now all of a sudden you're jealous that I even suggest the possibility of us spending Valentine's day apart? I didn't say anything wrong. I was just asking a question that needed to be asked." 

"I know! And I shouldn't have gotten jealous, but I did. There's this part of me that just can't stop worrying that I'm not good enough for you now that you get to be with Shane whenever you want. I mean, you fantasized about him for so long-how am I supposed to compete with that? He's-I mean, let's face it-he's husband material." 

Tracy sighed and shook her head. "He's husband material for Ria. Listen, I'm not gonna lie-sleeping with Shane is really exciting right now. But that's partly because it's still brand new, and because, yes, it was a really long time in the making. BUT-" she angrily grabbed me by the shoulders, "-you're an idiot if you think I'll ever lose you again. I'm keeping you, regardless of who we spend the night with on Valentine's Day." 

I leaned in and kissed her-surprising the girl at first-but after just a moment, Tracy melted into my embrace. 

"I'm still mad at you for snapping at me," she said, scooting away from me on the bed. "But I suppose you deserve a chance to make up for it." 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 07



Still holding my gaze, she hiked up her skirt and revealed the frilly pink panties she was wearing beneath. 

... 

TWO WEEKS LATER 

"Don't wait up!" Tracy called out, giggling as she slammed the front door behind her. Her words were meant to be a joke-we all knew that she and Shane had rented a fancy hotel room to spend their first Valentine's Day together. 

Which left me and Ria alone together for the rest of the night. 

"Dinner reservation is at six thirty," I called out, "so we should probably head out in the next-" 

I paused, realizing that Ria was no longer in the living room with me. What the...? 

"In here, stud," she called from the bedroom. 

I padded up the stairs, opened the bedroom door- 

Ria stood at the window, facing away from me. The golden glow of the sunset filtered in through the curtains to warm her body. 

"Damn," I whistled. 

She was gift-wrapped for me. Literally. 

A skimpy assortment of red ribbons and bows criss-crossed her incredible body, doubling as lingerie. The only thing covering her firm, shapely ass was a stripe of scarlet ribbon, tucked in between her cheeks. 

And she was wearing her hair in pigtails. 

"You like it?" she asked, still facing away from me. 

"I-I wish my brain had a record button," I stammered. "I don't want to forget one detail of how you look right now. When did you have time to put all this on? You were still in the living room with me like thirty seconds ago." 

"I've been wearing it for the past hour, silly. I had it on underneath my clothes. You wouldn't believe how horny I've been all day, waiting for Shane and Tracy to leave so I'd finally get to strip down and show you." 

She finally turned around, displaying her magical smile, smoky sensual eyes, and tight stomach. Three fingers were trapped beneath the crotch of her makeshift panties, slowly rubbing at her clit while we spoke. 

Another circle of ribbon wrapped around her torso, tied between Ria's perky tits with a big, festive bow. 

I let my eyes linger on the exposed flesh of her breasts, jiggling ever so slightly as she stepped towards me. She wasn't nearly as endowed up top as Tracy, but Ria's bust was still way over-sized for a her otherwise slender body. She withdrew the fingers from her cunt and made a sensual show of licking off the moisture. 

As soon as she was within grabbing distance, I was all over her-crushing our bodies together and drinking the taste of her lips. Ria quickly dropped to her knees, and the next thing I knew my pants were at my ankles and Ria was smearing dark red lipstick across my cock. 

When she was convinced I was at peak hardness, Ria pushed me onto the bed, ripped off my shirt, and then turned away from me again-wiggling her sexy butt back and forth. 

"You wanna fuck this, don't you?" she teased, giving her ass a good, loud slap. "You wanna feel how hot I am in there. How tight." 

She tugged at the bow holding up her shiny ribbon panties and let them unravel, leaving her totally nude from the waist down. The swollen lips of her pussy glistened with arousal. 

"Jesus," I panted, watching helplessly as she scooted backwards across the bed and dropped her naked ass onto my face. I instinctively licked my way from her slit all the way to her sensitive puckered anus, moaning into the firm flesh. 

"Mmm, yeah..." she cooed happily, drenching me with her juices 

But just as I was really getting into it, Ria pulled her ass away from my mouth and hopped back off the bed. She reached into the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of lube, positioned that bottle above her ass, and squeezed out a river of thick, clear liquid. 

More and more fluid poured out of the bottle, cascading down between her buttocks. With her other hand, Ria spread her cheeks apart and slipped a lubed-up finger all the way inside her asshole. 

"Mmm, happy Valentine's Day," she moaned, looking right at me. 

Then she spun around, pressed her chest down onto the bed, and vaulted her slick, shiny butt up in the air. 

"Just please, take it slow," she whimpered excitedly. "It's been a while since I've had anything up there bigger than a finger." 

Growling with desire, I stepped into position behind her and grabbed hold of her ass cheeks with both hands. I didn't want to hurt her, so I started with just my thumb, wiggling it into her tight rosebud all the way to the knuckle. 

"Oh wow!" Ria cried out. After a few minutes of play, her body had relaxed around my thumb enough that I sensed she was ready for the main event. 

I ran my raging hard cock up along the insides of her thighs, coating the shaft with all that excess lube. 

This was beyond crazy. For years, Ria had always been Shane's girl; the ONE woman in the world who was 100% off-limits. And yet here I was, against all odds, with the tip of my dick tickling the entrance to her perfect ass. 

"This is sooo naughty..." Ria moaned. 

And then I couldn't hold back any longer. I leaned forward, gently nudging the smooth dome of my prick into her lubricated back door. 

She whimpered something in Spanish, and then immediately shot a hand down to play frantically with her clit. 

"Aah! More!" she moaned, her voice buzzing between shuddered breaths. 

The more excited she got, the more of me her body was able to take-inch after inch-squeezing my shaft on all sides. The heat of her ass was unbelievable, scalding as hot metal. 

Then, incredibly, I was all the way in. Buried to the root in her fabulous butt. 

"So... big..." she whimpered. 

God damn, she was beautiful. I caressed her slender back, playing with the festive ribbons she was using for lingerie. I was honestly shocked that Ria's tiny body had been able to take it all. I stayed there for a long while, not moving, letting her get used to the sensation. Enjoying the feel of Ria's buttocks pressing back against my hips. 

"I'm okay," she said at last. "I'm ready for you." 

We both gasped as I pulled out-right to the very tip-then thrust slowly forward, back into her slick hole. I did it again and again, with less resistance each time, until my cock was smoothly gliding in and out of Ria's willing body. A long, low moan rumbled through her vocal chords, and she instinctively bit down on the bedsheet. 

Holy fuck, she felt good. I reached forward and grabbed onto her pigtails like they were the handlebars on a bike-pulling them with every thrust of my hips. 

"Oh! Oh! Ohh..." she moaned. 

It was more than I could bear. Her tight ass and sexy mews of pleasure were already making me-already- 

"God, Ria! I'm gonna come!" 

"Yes!" 

"Oh my god, I can't stop! I can't stop!" 

"Come in my ass, Connor! Come in meeee!!" 

Ria's primal, orgasmic scream finally pushed me over the edge. I let myself go, reflexively pounding my hips into her butt as I burst again and again, gripped on all sides by the tightness of my lover's body. 

I finally withdrew and hugged Ria close, supporting her limp frame in my arms. 

"We have got to do that again damn soon," she moaned. 

"You," I whispered, "are amazing." 

******** 

TRACY 

******** 

My Valentine's Day with Shane was everything I'd ever dreamed of: delicious dinner at a fancy restaurant, hours of sexy dancing at a club, and an intimate night making love in a swanky hotel suite-just the two of us. 

But all that was only the beginning. 

I woke up alone in the hotel bed, to the sound of running water and soft music. A trail of pink rose petals covered the floor, leading all the way from the bed to the bathroom. Giddy, I scampered down the flower trail and found a hot bath waiting for me at the end. Ruby-colored bath crystals sat on the edge of the tub, along with my shaving razor and a folded piece of paper that read: 

"For my beautiful canvas. Get yourself clean before I get you all dirty. 

Love, 

Shane" 

Not exactly sure what was in store for me, I mixed the bath crystals in with the piping hot water and hopped into the tub. It was all so relaxing, I almost didn't hear Shane come into the room and sneak up behind me. He was already nude, and already hard. 

"Mmm, this is wonderful," I sighed, giving his beautifully curved cock an appreciative squeeze. 

Without a word, Shane knelt beside the tub and began kneading the tension from my neck and shoulders. God, that man was good with his hands. I reclined in the water, lazily playing with my horny little nipples; pleasuring myself just enough to take the edge off. 

Once my muscles were as loose as the water around them, Shane shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp while I cooed like a baby. Then he soaped up his hands and gently cleaned every inch of my naked skin-taking extra time when he got to my boobs. 

When he'd finally finished cleaning my body, Shane picked up my razor and whispered, "I need you smooth for what comes next." 

I reached over to take the razor, but Shane shook his head, saying, "You just keep relaxing, I'll take care of everything." 

Pulse racing, I raised my hips to give him access. 

It was incredible, having someone else shave me smooth down there; trusting him with a razor so close to the most sensitive spot on my body. But Shane was so calm, and his touch was so deft and gentle, that the experience wound up being both incredibly intimate and unbelievably arousing. 

Actually, that's underselling it. It got me horny as FUCK. 

When Shane had finished, he towelled me off and-both of us still buck naked-he led me by the hand into the main room. The coffee table had been moved against the wall, and a painter's drop cloth was stretched out across the carpet. 

A single black bar stool stood erect in the center or the room. 

"Take a seat," Shane said. 

I hopped up onto the bar stool, fidgeting nervously as he disappeared into the kitchen and re-emerged a moment later, carrying some paintbrushes and a tray of plastic cups filled with colored liquid. 

"Is that paint?" I asked. "Because it smells more like-" 

"Dessert," Shane nodded. "I thought a lot about the best way to make your bodypainting fantasy come true, and I decided the most fun for everyone would be if I cooked up some edible paint." 

"Edible paint?" 

He smirked, carefully setting his art materials on the floor. "You'd be surprised what you can do with some berries, food coloring, and a little powdered sugar. It took a little research and lot of experimentation, but I finally got a good palette of paints to work with. Won't be quite as detailed as those Sports Illustrated pictures you like, but the experience should be a lot more fun." 

"And when we're done, you can lick it off?" 

"Maybe," he smirked. 

I clapped my hands excitedly. "What are you gonna paint on me?" 

Shane didn't answer. He just dipped his paintbrush into a cup of blue and swiped it across my back. After my broiling hot bath, the cool stripe of paint felt shockingly cold on my bare skin. 

"Is it a bikini?" I asked. 

"No." 

"Is it a flower?" 

"No." 

Shane continued to paint, but he worked exclusively on parts of my body I couldn't really see: on my face, on my back, on my neck... 

"Come on Shane, tell me what it is!" I pleaded. 

He stayed maddeningly mum. 

"I swear, if you're painting a big hairy dick on my back-" 

Shane laughed so hard he dropped his paint brush. 

"Not quite," he chuckled. 

He moved around to my front, sensually curving his brushstrokes across my breasts until icy, abstract shapes of white and blue covered my chest. Delicate blue whorls circled around my nipples, teasing the flesh. 

"Ooh," I sighed, feeling my cheeks flush with desire. 

That was nothing compared to what came next. 

"Okay, stand up," he said. 

I hopped off the stool and stood still as a statue while Shane's paintbrush tickled its way down my legs and around my inner thighs. Then he circled around behind me and I felt a stripe of paint dip down into the crack of my ass, stopping an infuriating millimeter short of touching me directly on the- 

"Spread your legs for me," he panted, his eyes fixating on my crotch from less than two inches away. 

A bit self-conscious, I moved one leg to the side, giving Shane and his paintbrush full access to my puffy, hairless cunt. 

"You're so wet down here, I don't know how well the paint is going to apply," he whispered. 

"Sorry! Couldn't help it!" 

"I'll manage, somehow." His face was so close, I could feel the warm breath blowing across my clit as he spoke. 

Then I felt his paintbrush. 

"Oh wow!" I moaned, my body jerking involuntarily at the sensation. 

"Try to hold it together," Shane teased. "This part requires precision work." 

"I'll try, it's just-nobody's ever painted my clit before." 

Shane worked diligently down there, coating my slick wet lips while I struggled not to hyperventilate from all the teasing. 

I moaned, "Oh my god, this is getting me so horny! I guarantee you, those Sports Illustrated models totally fuck the guys who do this. I don't care how bad the real paint smells." 

"Well, luckily for us, you smell like blueberries and white chocolate syrup," Shane replied. 

"Just please finish soon, I'm dying for you," I moaned. 

He grinned, pleased with my reaction. "One last detail, and... There. All done." 

Before I could say anything, Shane ran into the bedroom and returned carrying the vanity full-length mirror. He set it against the wall and turned expectantly towards me. 

"What do you think?" 

I twirled around, admiring his work on all sides. From head to toe, I had been transformed into an abstract winter wonderland-my skin sparkling with eddies and ice crystals. 

"Oh my god," I muttered. 

I'd always known Shane was a talented painter, but I'd never imagined he could create something like this-especially not so quickly, and not with paint made out of food! 

"You like it? I wasn't sure whether or not I used too much blue, made you look like one of those Avatar aliens." 

I laughed, "No, it's beautiful. It's perfect. I feel like I belong in an art gallery!" 

To prove my point, I struck a sexy pose-showing him my profile to provide the best possible view of my breasts. 

"Damn, you are sexy," he whispered. 

"There's just one problem," I pouted. 

"What?" 

"I want you so bad, but touching you would mess up your masterpiece!" 

"Ah. Don't worry, I'm way ahead of you, Trace. First, we need to take a few minutes to immortalized the art." 

He reached into his overnight bag and-wearing a huge, shit-eating grin on his face-took out a high-definition camera. 

"Put your hands on the bar stool, and lean forward," he instructed. 

I did as I was told, giving Shane and his camera my naughtiest smile. He immediately started snapping away. 

"Now arch your back a bit to push your tits forward. Good, very nice..." 

I can't explain it, but something about the sounds that camera made-the rapid-fire clicking of the digital shutter-brought out the exhibitionist in me full-force. I closed my eyes and let my mouth hang open in an erotic "O" shape. 

"That looks so hot," Shake panted, circling around to get some snaps of my ass. "Now spread your legs a bit and-wait a sec!" 

He jetted back into the bedroom and returned carrying the shoes I'd worn out on our fancy date the night before: black pumps with five inch heels. 

"Stripper chique," he explained. 

I lifted my bare feet and let Shane strap them on me himself-then, naked except for my five inch heels, I went back to posing like a centerfold. 

Shane's instructions came faster and faster, both of us getting increasingly horny with each and every photo. 

"Now straighten your legs-spread them apart-stick your butt up in the air-perfect!" 

I decided to add an extra flourish to the visual by reaching one hand back between my legs and spreading open my cunt lips for him. A trail of moisture ran down the inside of my thigh, spoiling the paint. 

"Now look away," he panted. "Look off to the side, like you don't even realize I can see you. That's good..." 

"Shane..." I whined. "I think we've taken enough pictures." 

"Just get a good grip on to that bar stool and keep your eyes forward," he whispered. 

I felt Shane's presence as he approached me from behind, and then suddenly-without warning-his cock was filling me up to the core. 

"Ahh!" I cried out. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tracy," he panted, reaching around with both hands to cup my pendulous breasts. I leaned forward and gripped that bar stool with white knuckles. 

"I love you so much," I moaned, relishing the thrill of once again getting to say the words out loud. 

Shane had always been a fantasy; he'd always been taboo. For years, I'd gotten little more than a few torturous tastes of what I was missing. 

But now? Now I'd get to fuck him whenever I wanted! 

"Yes-Yes-Yes!!" I squealed, my whole body singing as he pounded into me from behind. Our skin clapped loudly as every thrust brought his hips against my buttocks. 

He released my breasts and grabbed my hips for better leverage, but the angle wasn't quite what we needed. 

"Let me be on top," I moaned. 

He dropped his butt down onto the drop cloth on the floor and I hurriedly straddled his cock. Shane closed his eyes and licked the edible paint off my boobs, smearing it all over his cheeks in the process. 

"Ooh, I wanna paint you now," I laughed. Excited, I rubbed my hands up and down my naked body to coat them with paint, then messily started fingerpaiting my lover's chest with all the zeal of a five year old. 

While I worked, Shane kept on thrusting, bucking his hips up into me over and over-sending my poor boobs bouncing all over the place. 

"Now, I gotta taste it!" I giggled, dropping my tongue to the edible Jackson Pollock masterpiece I'd created on his chest. 

Shane's body paint really did taste like blueberries and chocolate frosting. He pulled me in for a hungry kiss, his tongue licking up the paint that had smeared across my mouth. 

"Please don't stop," I panted. "I'm so close!" 

He pounded up into me with furious speed. My voice turned shrill, my skin caught fire- 

"Oh, Shane!" 

"I love you, Tracy! I love you!" 

"Yes! Fuck me forever!" 

Shane's gorgeous blue eyes looked right at me-full of passion, longing, and love. 

"AHHH!!" I screamed, climaxing again and again until I was seeing stars. I collapsed onto my lover's body-reduced a whimpering, spasming wreck of a woman. 

******** 

RIA 

******** 

After Valentine's Day, things finally started to calm down between the four of us. Jealousies faded, the initial thrill of the taboo mellowed out, and what had started out as a crazy adventure began to feel like ordinary, day to day life. 

But though that early excitement of the "forbidden fruit" had diminished, the quality of our sex lives just kept getting better. The more relaxed we got with each other, the better we came to know what our multiple partners enjoyed in the bedroom. With Shane's tutelage-and plenty of practice-Connor & Tracy became experts at pleasuring my body every night, just as I became a pro at pleasuring them. 

With the summer months came sun and swimsuits-but this time around we were all finally free to REALLY enjoy how attracted we were to one another. Every weekend trip to the beach ended in a noisy partner swap once we got back home. A few months later, our yearly Halloween party turned into a four-way costumed orgy, and my Thanksgiving dinner concluded with a main course of Connor's delicious penis. 

Then, on Christmas Eve, Connor finally proposed to Tracy. It was a beautiful moment, and Shane and I were thrilled to be able to see it unfold. Our two best friends-people who had both sworn they'd never get married-said yes to each other. 




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 07



"I thought you'd never ask!" Tracy laughed, happy tears streaming down her face. 

She leapt into his muscular embrace, kissing passionately-moaning his name- 

Shane and I decided to give them both some privacy. 

We headed out into the brisk evening air for a stroll downtown, passing nostalgically by the same outdoor Christmas carnival where we'd first met. 

"You feeling up for another trip through the Tunnel of Love?" Shane asked. 

"Oh, for sure!" I grinned. 

We both hopped into the fiberglass swan boat and snuggled up as we drifted into the sparkling tunnel of Christmas lights. The ride's tinny speakers kicked to life, and "I'll Be Missing You Come Christmas" by The New Kids On The Block squeaked out like nails on a chalkboard. 

"This is so romantic," Shane laughed, draping an arm across my shoulders. 

"So... Our second anniversary's coming up in a few hours," I whispered. "Any chance we'll be able to top what happened last year?" 

"In terms of excitement? Probably never. But in terms of how much I love you? Absolutely. I get crazier about you every single day." 

I smiled, snuggling closer. "I feel that way, too. And this past year, sharing ourselves with Connor and Tracy-it's helped me clear my head. I feel like I can appreciate my wonderful husband better than ever." 

"Is that so? Well, you've still got another couple minutes left to appreciate me, before this stupid ride comes to an end." 

Without another word, I unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and started sucking. 

"Aah!" Shane gasped at the sensation. He reached a hand up beneath my skirt and started diddling me through the fabric of my satin panties. 

Then we heard it. 

Moaning, groaning, orgasmic screams-all coming from the swan boat behind ours. Amused, Shane and I broke apart and spun around to get a look at our noisy neighbors: 

Between the darkness of the tunnel and the shape of the swan boats, there wasn't much we could see, but I managed to make out the shape of a tall, slim man with a well-endowed young redhead riding his cock. They were both fully-clothed-her skirt hid most of the action-but there was no question what was happening. 

The redhead's ruby lips froze open in ecstasy as she climaxed on her lover's lap-her hips quaking with involuntary spasms-and then she opened her eyes and saw us watching. 

Whoever that sluttly little exhibitionist was, she clearly had no shame whatsoever. When she saw me and Shane looking at her, she just smiled and blew us a kiss. 

Shane immediately shot a hand up between my legs and started rubbing, but despite his best efforts, the ride climaxed before I could. We finally stepped back onto dry land, both about ready to pop. Shane was sporting a comically obvious erection through his jeans. 

"Well, that was unexpected," Shane laughed. 

I didn't say anything. I was too busy watching the exit we'd just walked through, eager to get a better look at the exhibitionist couple once they stepped off the ride. 

The red haired woman was every bit as gorgeous as I'd been expecting, with a flawless body wrapped up in a preposterously tiny dress. I caught Shane ogling her from afar, and gave him a playful elbow to the ribs. 

A second later, her date got out of the boat, and- 

And- 

No fucking way. 

"Maria?!" the guy called out in genuine surprise. 

I gave a little wave as Nate Reynolds-the boy I had been completely infatuated with as a teenager-stepped into view and adjusted his slacks. 

"You know these two?" Shane whispered. 

Before I had a chance to answer, Nate and the redhead were heading straight for us. 

"My god, it really is you!" Nate laughed, clapping his hands excitedly. "Last time I saw you, you were still a little girl. You look fantastic." 

So did he. The last time I'd seen Nate, I'd just finished high school and he'd just finished college. He'd been cute at 23, but now he was downright gorgeous-with a classically dashing, Don Draper-type face and a killer smile. 

He let his eyes travel up and down my body like a hungry wolf. 

"You going to introduce us, honey?" the redhead asked, momentarily breaking the spell. 

Nate blushed, caught. "Oh of course, sorry. This is my wife, Kara. Kara, this is Maria-an old friend of my sister's. I actually used to babysit her, back when we were kids." 

"Looks to me like the little girl is all grown up," Kara teased. 

Shane and I both introduced ourselves, and I couldn't help but notice the obvious appraisal the other woman gave my husband when she took his hand. Shane swallowed hard, clearly enjoying the attention. 

Nate shook his head in disbelief. "Well, this is crazy! What are the odds of us bumping into each other like this after all these years?" 

"And under such awkward circumstances!" Kara added with a naughty smirk. 

We all laughed. 

"You two should have been here a few years ago," Shane said. "Ria convinced the ride operator to shut down that Tunnel of Love-with the two of us and another couple still inside it." 

Nate looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Another couple huh? Sounds like you guys know how to have a good time." 

"Were they friends of yours?" Kara asked. 

"Best friends," I answered. 

Shane nodded, "We share an apartment with them, not far from here. They just got engaged tonight." 

Kara turned to her husband and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, Nate happily nodded his approval, then turned his attention back to me: 

"Kara and I just moved here last week, and we don't really know anyone in the area. We'd love to make some new friends-maybe the six of us can all get together sometime? Go out to a baseball game or something?" 

"Like... a triple date," Kara explained, her seductive smile betraying the true intentions of their offer. 

I glanced over at Shane, who was having tremendous difficulty tearing his eyes off of the gorgeous young redhead and her skimpy dress. 

"Actually," I said, wrapping my arms around Shane's body, "if you guys don't have any other plans tonight, why don't you both come home with us and meet Tracy and Connor? We can all get to know each other better." 

"You're sure you don't mind?" Kara asked. 

Shane shook his head, "Of course not. The more the merrier. After all, it's Christmas." 

THE END



The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 01-02



I felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of them alone together. Not that I had anything to complain about—not with the prospect of Connor driving me home in a little while—but in spite of everything, I'd gradually started thinking of Shane as my date, not Tracy's. He was charming and romantic, whereas Connor seemed content to just be a goof. And, though my first impression of Shane had been that he was scarcely better than average-looking, each successive minute we spent together somehow seemed to transform him. The way he scrunched up his mouth before he laughed, the warmth in his eyes each time he smiled at me—it all just fit his personality so perfectly. By the time the boys left to go stow all those stuffed animals in their cars, I'd decided that Shane was actually one of the most beautiful men I'd ever met.

And in a couple hours, he'd be having sex with my best friend...

"Oh my god, Connor is such a hunk!" Tracy exclaimed, yanking me back into reality. "When he took off his jacket to swing the hammer at that thing—Whoo! It was like Thor the God of Hotness had descended from the heavens. How did you ever get lucky enough to land a man like that?"

I shrugged, "Our story isn't exactly a Nicholas Sparks novel, honey. Connor works for FedEx, and he drops off packages at my office every Tuesday. Last week, he asked me out. That pretty much brings us to the present."

Tracy let out a hungry moan to make sure I knew exactly what was on her mind. "Mmm! Sexy delivery guy. I wouldn't mind him delivering his package to ME every day, if you know what I mean."

"I'm fairly certain I do, yes."

She leaned in close, conspiring: "You have to tell me what you think of Shane. Isn't he cute?"

"At first, I didn't really think so, but—"

"But those EYES, right? I swear, he's like a sorcerer or something. The more time you look at him, the sexier he gets."

I giggled, nodding my agreement.

Tracy frowned a little bit and added, "I just wish he wasn't so... sweet."

"Sweet? Why wouldn't you want a guy to be sweet?"

"It just feels kind of cheesy, I don't know. Like, did he really have to buy me those flowers?"

"I love that he bought you flowers! It was romantic! Seriously, I wish Connor had done something like that for me."

Tracy's lips spread into a wicked smile. I stopped in my tracks, jabbing an accusing finger at her—

"Hang on a second, I know that face. That's your 'evil' face! What are you scheming at?"

"You'd get mad at me if I told you."

"Well now you REALLY have to fess up. Out with it!"

Tracy actually blushed—I could count on one hand the number of times THAT's happened—and she blurted out, "I was wondering if you'd be interested in switching dates."

My heart skipped a beat. The breath caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say.

"It was just an idea!" Tracy hurriedly insisted. "I don't wanna cause any drama. But can we at least agree that they're both really-super-good-looking and awesome guys? And you and Shane just seem to be more... Actually, you know what? Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"Me and Shane seem to be more what?" I whispered.

"More compatible. And I really like him, too—obviously—but I think Connor is just more my style. I feel like he gets me."

Switch dates? Is that actually what I wanted? I'd been looking forward to a night with Connor for so long—ever since I'd first laid eyes on him, really. Urgh! 26 years of life, and I meet both these guys on the same day? What are the chances? Why couldn't I have met one of them a year from now, AFTER I'd already had a chance to screw the other guy a few thousand times?

"They're not library books, Trace. We can't just 'trade' them back and forth whenever we feel like it. Besides, what makes you think they would even go for it?"

"Only one way to find out. What do you say? Would you rather go home with Connor or Shane? They're gonna be back any second, I wanna know what you think!"

This was such a bad idea. For all their tough-guy huffing and puffing, men are really sensitive when it comes to stuff like this. They don't want to feel interchangeable any more than we do. Even the horniest guys will lose their temper and storm off if you make them feel small.

I spotted our two sexy dates walking back towards us through the carnival. Shane smiled when he saw me, and my heart just melted. I felt tingly all over. Sorcerer, indeed. The idea of going home without him was too much to bear, even if it meant I'd have to skip out on ever seeing Connor naked.

"Let's do it," I breathed excitedly.

********

SHANE

********

"Okay, it's ten minutes to midnight," I said to the others. "How do you guys want to celebrate Christmas?"

Ria held up the goldfish I'd won her and jokingly answered, "Not that I want to sound ungrateful or anything, but we should probably release Pete here back into the wild at some point."

"There's a creek over by the Tunnel of Love," Connor pointed out.

"Ooh, the Tunnel of Love. That sounds fun," Tracy cooed, snuggling up to my side. I couldn't help but notice that she was looking at Connor as she said it, instead of me.

"Yeah, what do you all say?" Connor asked. "One more ride before we all head home for the evening?" He wrapped his great big arms around Ria's tiny frame, and I fought back the urge to tell him to back off. He clearly had his eyes laser-focused on Tracy's chest.

Ria looked at me, conflicted, and said, "Actually—" But she lost her nerve and refused to finish the sentence. "Shane, what do you wanna do?" she asked instead.

I could feel the soft presence of Tracy's enormous bosom squeezing against my arm. DAMN, that woman was hot. I wanted her so badly... 

But as I looked around at my three companions—each of us gazing longingly at the wrong person—I realized just how silly we were all behaving.

"I think the Tunnel of Love sounds awesome," I said. "But if it's okay with you guys, I wanna ride with Ria."

The group went silent. No one said a word as Ria and Tracy switched places, nervously taking the hand of each other's date. It was an awkward moment, to be sure, but it was also clearly what everybody wanted. As soon as we had traded, all four of us started grinning like idiots.

"Also, I'd rather we kept the goldfish," I added.

Given the strong smell of chlorine as we approached the Tunnel of Love, I figured that it had probably been a good call not to dump poor Pete in the water there. The weather was cold and the hour was late, so the ride was totally empty of other people when we arrived. Ria and I bid the other couple "Merry Christmas" as they climbed inside one of the ride's fiberglass swan-boats and disappeared into the tunnel.

Then it was our turn.

"I can't believe they have an actual Tunnel of Love here!" I laughed, gently lowering Ria into the boat.

"Seriously, I thought these things went out of fashion in the twenties!"

But I wasn't complaining. The seats were a lot roomier and more comfortable than I'd been expecting, and the elevated "wings" of the swan we were riding in did such a good job of concealing us from the outside world that we barely even needed the darkness of the tunnel to maintain privacy.

Once inside, the only illumination came from thousands of softly twinkling Christmas lights, lining the walls like festively-colored stars. Corny winter love songs blared out over tinny speakers to mask the sounds of lovers' stolen kisses.

I draped an arm around my beautiful companion, holding her close. She lifted her lips to my ear and whispered:

"So, how come you wanted to ride with me? Instead of Tracy?"

"You want the honest answer? I gotta warn you, it's gonna sound crazy."

"Go for it."

A thousand Christmas lights were reflected in those dark eyes of hers.

"I think I'm falling for you."

And then, to the immortally awful tune of "I'll Be Missing You Come Christmas" by the New Kids on the Block, she kissed me.

Pyrotechnics went off in my brain. Her lips were searing hot, pressing against me like naked flames. The winter air sizzled around us and I held close. Ria moaned, finally pulling away for a moment to catch her breath.

"I fucking love this song," she panted. Then she climbed onto my lap and kissed me again.

Beneath the soft fabric of my slacks, I was hard as iron. I wrapped arms around her slender waist and, after dreaming about it all night long, I dropped my hands to her nice, tight ass and gave it a nice, firm squeeze. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back in pleasure—presenting me with the feminine curve of her neck. I teasingly ran my tongue across the skin of her throat, and she muttered something in Spanish.

Slowly, one of Ria's hands slipped down off my shoulder, trailed down my chest, and, tentatively, reached between my legs to press down against the shape of my cock. Our eyes met again in the darkness—our lips crashed back together—and her gentle rubbing through my slacks became fierce and firm.

I promptly reached up beneath her shirt, cupping my palms beneath the delicate lace bra that supported her firm, young breasts—

Then the damn ride ended. We blinked into the lights of the carnival, frustrated beyond belief.

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RIA

********

"Aw man! Just when things were getting interesting!" I whined. 

Shane laughed and kissed me one last time. We looked up to see our two friends waiting for us off to the side.

"I take it you guys had a good time," Tracy grinned, nodding between Shane's legs.

I still had my hand down there. Quickly, I hopped off of him and did my best to get my pulse rate back down to normal as Connor helped me back onto solid ground. 

"That was fun," Connor said. "I've never been on one of those things before."

Shane embarrassedly straightened out the bulge in his slacks before he got to his feet. "Yeah, it's fun, but it's way too short. I wish they'd just let us keep riding the thing, it's not like there's anybody else waiting in line here."

I looked over at the exhausted Mexican guy operating the ride—bored out of his mind—and an idea popped into my head.

"Hang on guys, I'll be right back."

I strolled over to him, thrusting out my chest and batting my eyelashes as best I could. This sort of thing was typically beneath me (and Tracy's way better at it than I am, anyway) but my experience serving hot wings at Hooters hadn't been for naught. By the time I quit, I'd gotten pretty good at convincing men to do what I wanted.

"Excuse me," I said.

The guy didn't even bother looking up from the magazine he was reading. "No English," he answered reflexively.

I couldn't help but laugh. If he'd taken the effort just to glance in my direction, he'd have seen dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes—I'm as Latin as they come.

I switched over to Spanish and politely asked if he wouldn't mind letting my friends and I stay on the ride for a little longer next time. Like, maybe, thirty or forty minutes? 

He looked me up and down, uncertain.

"She'll flash you," I said, pointing over to Tracy and her gigantic boobs.

"En serio?" he asked.

"Si."

Triumphant, I walked back over to my friends and told them that he'd agreed to let the boats stay in the tunnel for the next half hour or so. It would be a memorable Christmas, indeed.

"Wow, you go girl!" Tracy exclaimed. "How did you manage to convince him?"

"I'll tell you once the ride's over."

And I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I did.

As our swan-boat drifted back into the twinkling lights of the tunnel, I wasted no time maneuvering myself back onto Shane's lap, anxious for more action.

"You know, you're pretty awesome," he said to me.

"You're pretty awesome yourself, cutie."

I leaned in to kiss him, but he held me back and looked at me with those stunning, one-in-a-million eyes of his.

"No, seriously. Christmas has been kind of a downer for me the past couple of years. This is a really nice change."

"I'm glad," I whispered.

Then his eyes turned playful, once again. "Good thing I asked your friend to go out with me. We might never have met."

"Yeah, good thing," I agreed. Then I grabbed him by the hair and shut him up with a kiss. 

Shane was a REALLY good kisser. He wasn't afraid to be the man, but he knew when to back off and tease me a little. I could get used to kissing this guy. He lightly nipped at my lower lip, and I felt a shock of arousal zap through my body and down between my legs.

I leaned back and unzipped my coat, enjoying the way Shane's gaze dropped appreciatively to my breasts. My nipples were poking through my blouse, screaming for some attention—so he leaned forward and licked me through the fabric.

Oh yeah... I could get used to that, too.

Still holding onto his hair, I pulled Shane's head fiercely against my chest and rubbed my boobs back and forth across his face. He moaned loudly through the meat of my tit and then pushed me away, panting. Those beautiful eyes looked ravenously hungry.

"Take you fucking shirt off," he ordered.

I was only too happy to obey, getting an extra kick out of the way his pelvis lurched beneath me the moment he saw my sexy new bra. I'd spent the better part of a day trying to find the perfect one in preparation for my date with Connor, and I was more than happy with my purchase. It was peach-colored and totally sheer, with loads of cleavage spilling out the top. The dark buds of my nipples were plainly visible through it, even in the low light of the tunnel.

Shane couldn't keep his hands off me.

After a few minutes of being groped, I decided that my lover had WAY too many clothes on. I pulled his sweater and his shirt off of his body in one fell swoop, then started exploring his bare chest with my hands. He was in much better shape than I'd expected—a swimmer's build, if I had to guess—and I gave myself a few minutes to enjoy caressing the lean, defined musculature of his abs while he fondled my tits.

The firmness of Shane's erection dug into my crotch, and our hips slowly rocked together, dry-humping in the darkness. I felt Shane's hands on my back, searching desperately for the clasp of my bra—which unfortunately for him was in the front. I spared him the trouble and just undid the thing myself, letting it snap off to either side as my unrestrained boobs bounced into his field of vision.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, stuffing my tit in his mouth.

Jesus that felt good.

Just as had been promised, our boat came to a stop in the middle of the tunnel. The lights continued to twinkle romantically around us, but shutting down the motorized track had the unexpected side-effect of killing all the cheesy music, as well—

Meaning the only sounds in the tunnel were coming from the four of us.

Noisy kisses and ecstatic moans echoed off the walls. I recognized the sound of Connor's desperate, shuddering breaths, and realized with a hint of jealousy that our friends in the next swan over were getting to the good stuff a bit faster than we were.

"Aw yeah, suck it!" Connor cried out.

He was so shamelessly loud, it was hilarious, but I couldn't deny the fact that hearing the two of them go at it was getting me more aroused than ever. I pulled Shane's eager lips off my erect nipple and playfully whispered, "Sounds like a good idea to me."

My lover moaned as I kissed my way down his chest, outlining the definition in his abs with my tongue.

As I lowered my body between his legs, I felt my naked breasts glide along the shape of his erection. Shane reflexively bucked his hips up into my chest, so I decided to prolong the moment a bit more, slowly sliding the weight of my tits back and forth across his lap.

"Aah!" he moaned.

Shane couldn't wait any longer. With shaking hands, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, liberating his impressive cock into the night air. I delicately closed my hand around the shaft, briefly testing its firmness, then

I planted a big, wet kiss at the base. He throbbed with desire as I trailed my mouth up his rigid length, pressing the flat of my tongue against him as I went. When I finally reached the top, I relaxed my lips—hungry for him—and slipped the warm, smooth head of his cock into my mouth.

"Oh god..." he sighed.

For fun, I twisted my head to the side, feeling the shape of his cock as it stretched out the inside of my cheek.

After a few more licks, I pulled my mouth off of him and sat back—teasing his slick erection back and forth across my cleavage. The exquisite, almost pained look on Shane's face told me how close he was getting, and I couldn't bear the thought of extending his agony any longer.

"You can come, if you want," I whispered, flicking my tongue across his tip.

"Not—oh Jesus—Not yet."

Then he lifted me up—away from his pulsing erection—and stood me up on the bench beside him. My pants dropped to my ankles a second later, leaving Shane face-to-face with the soaked, sheer lace panties I had bought to match my new bra.

He yanked them down with his teeth.

Thinking quickly, Shane bundled up his discarded sweater and set it on the top of our swan as a makeshift pillow for me. When I sat on it, my legs hung down on either side of his face. Shane gripped my naked ass and playfully licked his way up the firm muscle of my inner thigh.

I definitely liked where this was going.

From my elevated vantage point, I could actually see down into the swan-boat in front of us, where Tracy and Connor were already fucking each other. My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness of the tunnel that I had a clear view of Connor's broad, muscular back and the tops of Tracy's pale, bouncing breasts. She rode him hard, smothering his face with her enormous bosom.

Damn, those two looked hot. The sight of their frantic love-making was one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed—

But I forgot all about them the second Shane's talented tongue made contact with my criminally neglected pussy. The way he played with me—tugging at me with his lips, teasing and probing me with his tongue, perfectly satisfying my body's every unspoken urge—he was an artist. My insides melted like butter.

I leaned back, bracing my hands on the back of the swan—and let out a yelp as the freezing fiberglass made contact with my palms. Shane immediately backed away, worried he had somehow hurt me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I laughed and explained, "Yeah, I just accidentally touched the boat. It's really cold."

"Maybe you should come back down here with me, where it's warm."

"Mmm, sounds good."

I hopped off the back of the swan and happily straddled Shane's lap once again—both of us completely naked, this time—luxuriating in the feel of his warm chest pressing against mine. We kissed again—hot and heavy—and I felt his hands slide down my back and over the firm globes of my ass. Apparently, he really liked my ass.

"Mmm..."

Shane moaned into my mouth as he squeezed, then he firmly pulled me forward, rubbing the rigid shaft of his penis against the soft fuzz of my pubic hair.

On shaky legs, I managed to raise myself up—lifting my body inch by inch—until I could feel the very tip of his cock pressing up into my cunt. I was so goddamn wet, it honestly took more effort to keep him from slipping in—but I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could...

"As long as I could" wound up being about four seconds. When I'd moved to position myself above him, I'd also inadvertently managed to shove my tits right back into Shane's face. His mouth enveloped my puffy, sensitive nipples, and I gave in. The muscles in my legs turned to jelly as I dropped down on him, all at once—taking him to the hilt—filling myself with that beautiful cock.

The twinkling Christmas lights in the tunnel became a blur. I tried looking into my lover's incredible eyes, but I was so light-headed with pleasure that everything was out of focus. The orgasmic screams of Tracy and Connor echoed all around us as Shane lifted me up the full length of his erection and then slammed me back down again.




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 01-02



"Oh Jesus..." my breath was weak. My words staggered and incoherent. Shane picked me up and slammed me down again. And again. Harder and harder, bouncing me on his lap. 

God, this felt good. Finally, some satisfaction!

But wait, was that... music?

The voice of Bing Crosby crooned to life over the speakers. Beneath us, the ride started moving again.

"Aw, you gotta be kidding me!" Shane cried out. But I was not going to be denied.

"We still have time, we can finish," I panted. I didn't even care if it was true or not. I needed to come, and woe unto anyone who tried to stop me.

After a moment's consideration, Shane just said, "Screw it," and he went right back to fucking me. My whole world threatened to explode, and I braced my hands atop his shoulders, using my arms to help speed up our love-making as the swan-boat made its inexorable journey through the tunnel, towards the light at the end.

Moaning and groaning, we locked eyes and went into the home stretch. Shane's body tensed beneath me, his hands powerfully gripping my ass. My naked breasts slapped against his chest with every blissful thrust. The ribbon of pleasure twisting in my body became absolutely unbearable—

Shane bit down on my earlobe and exploded inside of me, his cock spasming with every powerful spurt. I came loudly, screaming, not caring if everyone in the carnival heard me.

We finally fell limp against each other, kissing tenderly in the afterglow.

"Oh shit," Shane whispered, and I spun to see that we were only seconds away from the tunnel's exit. Seconds away from everyone getting a look at our sweaty, naked bodies. Shane and I fumbled frantically around our little swan-boat, grabbing for clothing—wrangling whatever we could manage.

I didn't have time to get my blouse back on, so instead I just grabbed my leather jacket and pulled it around my bare chest to cover up.

When we emerged back into the open air, the carnival lights were blinding and the December air was freezing. By some miracle, Shane and I had gotten dressed—or at least we'd managed to cover up enough skin that we wouldn't be arrested for indecent exposure.

Tracy and Connor climbed out of the boat ahead of us, their clothes and hair in hilarious disarray. They both seemed pretty pleased with themselves.

"Oh my god!" Tracy squealed, running over to hug me excitedly. "Did we really just do that? That was totally insane! We could totally hear the two of you!"

Shane lovingly wrapped his arms around me and said, "So, time to call it a night and head back home?"

"Actually," I grinned, "first Tracy has to properly thank our wonderful ride operator for letting us stay in there so long." 

CHAPTER 2 -- NO STRIPPERS!

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SHANE

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After that Christmas Eve, everything changed for the four of us. Connor, Tracy, Ria and I became inseparable; "The Double Date That Didn't End," we liked to joke. Each of us still had our own friends and our own lives outside of one another, of course, but in that never-ending double date, we found something that we'd all been missing out on for a long time—a family.

Connor became like a brother to me, Tracy became like a sister to me, and Ria...

She and I fell for one another faster than I'd ever thought possible. At midnight the following Christmas—exactly one year after we'd first made love in that silly swan-shaped boat—I got down on my knee and proposed.

Ria responded by asking why I'd waited so long.

Because we'd first had sex on Christmas, and because I had proposed to her on Christmas, it only seemed right that Ria and I would get married on Christmas, as well. After years of dreading the holiday that reminded us of the parents we'd lost, Ria and I wanted to reclaim the date for ourselves. From this year forward, Christmas would be our anniversary; "our" holiday.

We had exactly one year to get everything sorted out.

Thing is, deciding you want to get married on the biggest holiday of the year is easy. Actually pulling it off is not. Finding a venue was a nightmare, all the vendors wanted to charge triple their usual fee, and it was a massive inconvenience for our guests—most of whom had Christmas plans of their own.

It took its toll. With less than a week to go before our wedding day, Ria and I crawled exhausted into bed and realized that we hadn't had sex even once during the entire month of December.

"Geez, it's like we're already married," Ria joked.

She curled up on her side and closed her eyes, not realizing how absurdly beautiful she looked at that moment—all cozy in her baggy flannel pajamas, the faint glow of our newly-purchased Christmas lights illuminating her through our bedroom window. I really was a lucky bastard, no question about it.

"We'll just have to make up for it on the honeymoon," I whispered, kissing my beautiful fiancé goodnight.

"Mmm, sounds good," she purred. A second later, we were unconscious.

Everything was going great for me. I was getting ready to marry the love of my life, I had awesome friends, good health, and gainful employment. There was only one, small problem. An unconsummated urge that nagged at me every single day:

Tracy.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't harbor any romantic feelings for the girl. Like I said, we were more like siblings than anything. But she was just so ridiculously sexy. Those eyes, that smile, that BODY... 

Every day, when I went into work and sat down at the cubicle beside hers, I couldn't help but fantasize about stripping off Tracy's clothes and fucking her in the broom closet until we both passed out from exhaustion. And the fact that Ria and I hadn't slept together in a month just made matters worse.

I tried to justify to myself that it was perfectly natural for me to be attracted to a woman like Tracy—after all, she was busty and friendly and undeniably gorgeous. But it still felt wrong. Tracy wasn't just some "hot chick at the office," she was my fiancé's best friend in the world. AND she was dating Connor. The girl was 100% off-limits.

Which is why I hated the fact that I couldn't stop daydreaming about blowing my load all over her big, beautiful breasts.

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RIA

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The changing rooms at our local Frederick's of Hollywood were not designed to accommodate two people, but Tracy refused to leave my side. The girl took her role as Maid of Honor very seriously.

"I am not wearing this," I laughed, blushing at the way I looked in the ridiculous wedding-night lingerie my friend had chosen for me.

"But you totally pull it off! What are you so shy about?"

For the record, I am not shy about my body, and Tracy knew it. I used to work with her at Hooters, for Christ's sake. But I have my limits, and the outfit my friend had picked out went way past them.

The bottoms weren't too bad—some skimpy lace panties with a faux bridal-veil perched atop my butt. They were actually kind of cute. But the top? I don't even know where to start. There was no "bra" to speak of—just two tiny sheets of diaphanous white lace that tied together above my cleavage and draped down over my breasts. A good sneeze, and I'd be completely topless.

I rolled my eyes at Tracy, "It's like you stole the curtains from Mickey Mouse's hotel room."

"Pshh! You just don't realize how lucky you are that you even have the option of wearing sexy underwear like this. Most places don't even MAKE bras in my size, and when they do, they're always these stupid boring beige things."

"That's because girls with boobs like yours don't need any extra help getting a boy's attention. Putting a sexy bra on you would be like murdering a fly with a bazooka." I stole a quick glance at her chest. "Actually, make that two bazookas." 

"Come on, this is for your wedding night! You said you want Shane to be the horniest he's ever been."

"Yeah, but this isn't sexy, it's a costume! I don't want Shane to laugh at me when he sees it."

Tracy's smile turned naughty. "You know what I think? I think there's only one way to settle this. We need to get a man's opinion."

I saw where her train of thought was heading and I adamantly shook my head: "NO. No way! Not in a million, zillion years."

"I'm not talking about in a million years, sweetie. I'm talking about this afternoon."

I still can't believe I went along with it. 

Two hours later, from my hiding place in Tracy's bedroom, I could hear the front door swing shut as Connor got home from his training at the police academy.

"Okay, so what's this surprise you mentioned?" I heard him ask.

"I think you're gonna like it," Tracy teased, "We need your help with something."

Connor's footsteps stopped in their tracks. 

"What do you mean, 'we?'" he asked.

Oh god, I thought. What have I gotten myself into? My hands were shaking uncontrollably, so I quickly re-positioned myself on the bed to hide them from view. I felt like I was gonna pass out.

Was I really gonna let Connor see me like this? Sure, I'd secretly enjoyed the admiring look in his eyes all those times he'd seen me in my swimsuit over the past two years, but THIS? This was something else entirely. This was me, putting my practically naked body on display for him.

It's not that I was shy about Connor seeing me in my wedding night lingerie. Like I said, I'm not a particularly shy girl. No, the real problem was just how badly I wanted him to look at me. I wanted Connor to stare at my breasts and gawk at my butt and spend sleepless nights dreaming that he was fucking me in a hot tub. 

And, deep down, I secretly maybe wanted even more. I got wet just thinking about it.

What can I say? Connor's a stud. For the past two summers, whenever he'd been checking me out in my bikini, I'd also been ogling him in his swimsuit. I never told Tracy about my sexual obsession with her boyfriend, but I suspected she knew. Whenever Tracy and I would get together and swap stories about our sex lives, her descriptions of Connor's aggressive, athletic behavior in the bedroom always sent me home horny as hell.

And in a few seconds, Connor was going to walk inside this room and find me stretched out across his bed, waiting for him.

Outside the door, his footsteps resumed and I instinctively crossed my legs, hoping to hide how damp my little lace panties were getting. Too late to back out now.

The bedroom door swung open and Connor froze at the sight of me. I'd expected him to smile, or crack some sort of a joke to break the ice—but he just stood there, drinking in the view. His expression looked almost sad. Sad and adorable and HUNGRY. Like those orphaned puppies on the adoption commercials.

"Wow," he said at last.

Tracy slipped her arm through his and asked, "Well, what do you think? Would Shane like it?"

Connor nodded.

"Just to be sure, maybe you should get a closer look," Tracy teased, gesturing for him to approach the bed.

I held my breath as the object of so many fantasies padded across the room towards me. He kept his hands firmly at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and grab me—though at that moment I secretly wished he would. I couldn't help myself from glancing down as he got close, blushing once I laid eyes on the big, thick outline of his erection.

Connor's weight on the bed beside me caused the mattress to shift, and the motion sent my unsupported breasts swinging out the sides of the top, briefly exposing them to his gaze. The man's eyes swelled with lust as he leaned in to ogle my barely-covered chest—so close that his excited breath actually sent ripples through the lace.

"You look amazing," he whispered.

"Maybe you should touch her," I heard Tracy say as she watched from the doorway. "You know, to make sure that the fabric has a nice texture."

What the hell was she getting at? She actually wanted her boyfriend to touch me? I started to suspect that this was as much of a turn-on for her as it was for Connor and me.

"Would that be okay?" Connor asked. His usual smile had returned, confident and horny.

"I guess a little bit of touching wouldn't hurt," I sighed.

Connor's big, strong hands reached down and he cupped my barely-covered ass. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't deny the surge of heat between my legs as his fingertips trailed appreciatively along the edge of my panties.

"You're sure you don't mind this?" he asked.

"Of course I don't mind!" I panted. "It's not like we're having sex, right? We're all friends. Shouldn't we all be comfortable around each other?"

Connor nodded, and raised his other hand to feel the shape of my breast, through the lace.

I shivered, my nipples aching for him to close that final inch and put them in his mouth...

He pursed his lips and let his face drift towards my breasts—but at the last second he stopped, blinking back to reality. Suddenly self-conscious, Connor pulled away.

"Um, yep!" he laughed, yanking his hand off my ass like it was made of kryptonite. "The fabric has a good texture! I think you ladies have picked a winner here. Poor Shane is gonna blow his load the second he sees you like this."

He hopped off the bed. I couldn't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed. I'd wanted him so badly, I was out of my mind—even with Tracy right there in the room with us. Thank god he hadn't actually tried anything, I'm not sure I would have had the willpower to hold him off. 

He hurried out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Tracy called after.

"Cold shower!" he shouted back. The bathroom door slammed shut.

Tracy pointed smugly at the lingerie I was barely wearing:

"Told you so."

"I can't believe you asked him to touch me," I moaned, rubbing my legs together.

"Hey, you get my man all turned on, and I get to reap the rewards after you go home. Besides, it's not like you were exactly fighting him off, with your 'Oh no, Connor, I don't mind you touching my ass. We should all be COMFORTABLE around each other, don't you think?'"

I bit my lip and blushed.

On the other side of the wall, the shower switched on. I couldn't help but picture Connor standing naked beneath the spray, trying to bring down the raging erection I had inspired.

Fuck this. I grabbed my purse and slipped on my shoes.

"Give me your rain coat," I demanded of Tracy. "The big one."

Confused, Tracy went to her closet and retrieved the desired garment. I stripped off all the lingerie and cinched the raincoat closed to hide my nakedness.

"Where are you going?" Tracy asked.

"Home. I'm gonna fuck my fiancé into a damn coma."

I practically kicked down the front door in my hurry to get to Shane. He had just gotten home from the office, and he looked bushed—but whatever work-related stress he was feeling disappeared as soon as he saw the fire in my eyes.

"Everything alright, honey?" he asked.

"No, everything is most certainly not alright," I growled.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong," I said, untying my belt, "is that I need to get laid right now, and you've still got all your fucking clothes on."

I let Tracy's raincoat fall to the floor, exposing my completely naked body to his eyes. 

Okay, technically I wasn't completely naked. I still had on my sneakers, which in retrospect probably ruined the aesthetic somewhat. But Shane didn't seem to care. His eyes lit up like a kid who just found out he'd be getting his Christmas presents five days early.

I attacked him, ripping open his shirt and licking his chest while I shoved my trembling hand inside the waistband of his pants, feeling him harden in my grasp. Shane responded instinctively, raising his fingers to my dripping wet cunt and rubbing until I was whimpering in horny desperation.

As a lover, my fiancé usually preferred to take his time in the bedroom—really putting in the effort to do things properly so that we were both completely satisfied—but he could see how horny I was and he wasn't gonna make me wait a second longer.

I spun around and dropped to all fours, presenting Shane with my drum-tight ass—his personal favorite part of my body.

"Damn," he whistled. Then he kicked off his slacks and underwear, dropped to his knees, and teasingly slid his already rigid cock up and down the inside of my thigh.

"I want you to be rough," I purred.

With a twinge of guilt, I imagined it was Connor doing everything, not my fiancé. It was Connor's cock that I felt rubbing up against me. It was Connor leaving that slick trail of pre-cum on my skin as he moved closer and closer to my core.

I moaned loudly as Connor finally pushed his entire length inside me.

Shane! I mean Shane, not Connor.

He fucked me hard and fast, grunting like an animal. I felt both his hands reach around to paw at my tits while his pelvis collided again and again with my ass.

My own fingers became a blur on my clit and I let myself go—let the forbidden fantasy overwhelm me—crying and groaning and making a complete mess of my hair. Connor rolled me over and pinned me to the carpet, thrusting back inside of me. 

I mean Shane!

His body raged against mine. Harder and harder. Filling me, holding me—the rapture in his eyes—my fingernails at his back—

"Aaah!" I screamed, delirious. "Harder! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Connor! Oh! Connor! Connor!" I came so hard I could barely breathe.

When the fugue of my climax finally faded, I looked up into my lover's incredible blue eyes and realized—with abject horror—what had just happened. I'd called out another man's name during sex. Sex with the guy I was about to marry.

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SHANE

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I was raising my voice again, though I didn't mean to. 

"You told him we should all be 'comfortable' around each other? What does that even mean?"

"I was nervous!" Ria sobbed. "I was horny and I was nervous and I was trying to kill some of the tension in the room."

"It's okay, I'm not mad. I just—"

"I'm so sorry!"

I knew that I shouldn't be letting the situation upset me as much as it was. I wanted to sit down next to Ria and give her a reassuring hug, but for some reason I couldn't quite bring myself to. Instead, I just kept talking, trying to sound as level-headed as possible as I paced around the room:

"Listen, I get it. You fantasized about an attractive guy. It's no big deal. It's not like we magically stopped noticing that other good-looking people exist the moment I put that ring on your finger, right? I mean, sometimes I fantasize about other attractive women. Seriously, no harm done."

Ria looked up at me, pleading. Her dark eyes were still wet with tears. 

"Do you still want to marry me?" she whispered. I took a deep breath and finally found the strength to sit back down beside her. 

"Of course I do."

I'd like to say that was the end of it; that I immediately forgave Ria's harmless illicit fantasy and moved on. But it wasn't quite that simple. 

Not that I didn't try. I kept telling myself that I had nothing to be angry about. It's not like Ria had been unfaithful to me—quite the opposite, in fact. Sure, she'd sort of encouraged Conner to feel her up, but it would be a lie to claim I hadn't wanted to do the exact same thing to Tracy on countless occasions. Hell, just two months earlier Tracy and I had gotten pretty flirty during our Halloween party, with her cuddling up on my lap while I blatantly stared down the neckline of her slutty I Dream of Jeannie costume.

Nevertheless, I couldn't let it go. So the following day, when Connor asked me for the fiftieth time what kind of stripper I wanted him to hire for my bachelor party, I finally snapped:

"Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to say it? No strippers!"

For a second, he looked at me like I was a crazy person, but then apparently he decided I was joking and playfully slugged me in the shoulder.

"That's not your decision to make, dude! I'm the Best Man, I plan the bachelor party!"




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 01-02



"Seriously. NO STRIPPERS. It's not my thing."

"But... why wouldn't you want strippers?" he looked crestfallen.

"Because that's YOUR idea of a fun party. I think it's weird having some girl I've never even met rubbing herself all over me just because you paid her to. It's awkward and I don't want to deal with it. I just want to have a good time with my friends."

"But—"

"No strippers!"

He finally realized that my frustration with him was quite real, and all the goofiness instantly went out of him.

Quietly, he asked, "Is this about what happened with Ria?"

"No! That was no big deal. You guys were just horsing around. I'm not even mad about it."

Connor frowned, "Look, I appreciate that you're trying to be cool about this, but yes you are, dude. You're angry."

I grudgingly nodded, "Fine, whatever. I guess I'm kinda mad. But I don't want to be. This just, really sucks."

"I'm sorry man. I'm not gonna make any excuses. Yeah, we were just horsing around, but I still got a little carried away. Ria's gorgeous, you know? It's not always easy to think of her as just a friend."

After a long silence, I sighed, "I... know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"You mean, like, about Tracy?"

I shrugged.

"I guess that shouldn't really surprise me," he said, looking away.

"I just wish there was some way to get rid of all this stupid sexual tension in our group."

Connor thought for a moment. "Maybe the problem is that we all pretend like it doesn't exist. Maybe we should just stop hiding from it. Get things out in the open, be honest with each other for a change. Stop being so scared of the fact that we both want to fuck each other's girl."

It was weird hearing him say it so bluntly, but he was right—getting things out in the open did let off some of the tension.

"We want to fuck each other's girl," I echoed, feeling a tremendous weight being lifted from my shoulders. I realized that it wasn't my unfulfilled desire for Tracy that had been frustrating me so much over the years—it was the guilt. And, the more Connor and I talked about it, the more I could feel that guilt evaporating into the air.

"You wanna bang Tracy's titties," he laughed.

"You wanna eat Ria's pussy," I joked.

Connor enthusiastically nodded his head, and we both cracked up.

"I guess we've got nothing to be ashamed of," I said.

"You're sure you don't want a stripper at your stag party?"

"Connor!"

"Geez, just checking."

I calmed down a lot after that conversation. When I found Ria waiting for me at home that evening, I snuggled up behind her and kissed her tenderly on the neck.

"I forgive you," I whispered. "And I figured out why I got so angry about what happened. It wasn't because of you, it was because of me."

"What are you talking about? You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, but I've thought about it, lots of times. LOTS of times." I took a deep breath, and continued, "I need to be honest with you about something, honey. I've kinda got a thing for Tracy."

Ria went silent, but she nodded that she understood.

I continued, "I've always felt really guilty about it. I get mad at myself every time I think about her in a sexual way—which is practically every day. So, when I heard you call out Connor's name during sex, I projected all those guilty feelings onto you."

"You don't need to be ashamed of that stuff," she said.

"Neither do you. And in the future, if you ever wanna fantasize about Connor while we're doing it, just let me know in advance. I can even play along, if it would make you happy."

She cracked a smile and kissed me on the lips. "Same goes for you, if you ever want to imagine I'm Tracy. Though I don't exactly know how I can pretend to be ten inches taller and three cup-sizes boobier."

"Boobier?"

"Shut up, English is my second language."

We spent the next hour getting everything out in the open. I told her about how distracting it was to work beside Tracy, and she told me about all the fantasies she'd had of Connor. Surprisingly, it didn't sting as much as I'd expected it to. When the air had cleared, we kissed and made love until everything was right again. Basking in the afterglow, Ria whispered, "I know this might sound weird, but while we're being all honest about stuff—"

She trailed off, too nervous to finish her thought.

"Go ahead," I said.

"It's just, for the record, if you and Tracy ever got a little bit playful, I'd be okay with that."

"What do you mean, 'playful?'"

Her cheeks turned red as she answered, "Like, not sex, obviously—"

"Obviously."

"—But, like, flirting or fooling around or whatever. I wouldn't mind."

"Like what happened between you and Connor the other day?"

She nodded, nervously adding, "And maybe even a little more. But just Tracy, not other girls."

My heart raced, not sure how I felt about what she'd just said. Obviously, I liked the idea of getting frisky with Tracy, but the implication was clear—Ria wanted permission to do all that with her secret crush, too.

The idea of them kissing each other was... odd. The idea of him touching her breasts, or of her stroking him through his pants, was worse. But the thought of how happy and horny it would make her was very, very appealing.

"I guess I'd be okay with that, too. If it was you and Connor, I mean."

"You're sure?" she asked.

"Yeah."

In gratitude, Ria crawled beneath the blankets and slipped my quickly recovering cock between her lips.

"Pretend I'm her," she whispered. "Call me 'Tracy.'"

Thankfully, Connor was true to his word. Instead of paying for a stripper, he arranged an evening hanging out with some close buddies of mine at a local bar we all liked. It may not have been the "totally epic" bachelor party Connor had first envisioned for me, but I was exhausted from being over-worked, and an evening of good scotch and good company was exactly what I wanted.

What I appreciated most of all was how Connor—himself a total party animal—insisted on staying sober throughout my stag party so that he could drive me back when the bar closed.

Ria I were observing the whole "don't see each other the night before" tradition, so we'd decided that I would crash on Connor's couch while Tracy spent the night keeping Ria company at our place.

Connor unlocked the front door and bid me make myself at home while he walked into his bedroom to get changed for the night. I collapsed fully-clothed onto the couch, hoping to calm down enough to actually get some sleep. For a moment, I considered phoning Ria to say goodnight, but figured it could wait. She was probably still with her bridesmaids—their party had started a lot later than ours.

"Hey Connor?" I called out. "Thanks for everything tonight. This was a great bachelor party."

"Dude! You're totally welcome. But before you go to bed, I should warn you—it's not quite over."

Before I could guess what he meant, the song "Jingle Bell Rock" blasted out through his bedroom door—so loud I could feel it shaking my ribcage. Connor emerged a second later, wheeling out a gift-wrapped box the size of a washing machine.

The smug grin on his face told the whole story. He'd gone and hired a stripper, after all.

I shouted over the music, "Connor, I said I didn't want this!"

"No, you said you didn't want me to pay some stranger to rub herself all over you. So I didn't!"

"But—"

"See you in the morning!" 

He bolted out the front door and locked it behind him.

You can handle this, I thought to myself. As soon as that box opens and the nice stripper lady comes out, you just politely ask her to get dressed and head home. She won't care, she's getting paid either way. Then you can—

Tracy popped out of the box.

It actually took me a second to recognize her. My friend's sandy brown hair had been dyed a platinum blonde, and her makeup was dramatically painted on—festive red and gold glitter swirling everywhere around those big green eyes. It was stunning.

But I didn't look at Tracy's face for long. 

My gaze fell to her jaw-dropping natural curves, barely concealed inside a metallic-red string bikini. That thing was TINY, clearly made for someone much more petite. Shiny red triangles held together by black elastic string. Each of Tracy's ruby-colored stiletto heels probably had more fabric on it than the entire bathing suit. 

To say I was staring would be the understatement of the year. 

She stepped out of the enormous Christmas present and took a step towards me, but then stopped and frowned, "Hold on one sec, Connor turned this music up way too loud."

Tracy's breasts bounced nicely as she scampered back into her bedroom and then reemerged a second later, having readjusted the speakers to play at a much more tolerable level.

"Much better," she grinned.

"I thought you were spending the night with Ria," I said, my mind still reeling.

"Shh, we'll talk about that later. For now, just enjoy the show."

Then she started dancing. 

The light from her bedroom silhouetted Tracy in the doorway, emphasizing every curve of her shapely, hourglass body. She wasn't exactly a professional when it came to this sort of thing, but damn if I didn't appreciate the effort. Her movements were a little timid at first, giggling self-consciously while she slowly rocked her full, healthy hips back and forth to the music.

After a minute, however, she started to loosen up, moving towards me as she shook her ample chest and let her hands drift up and down her own incredibly sexy body.

I was hypnotized. My angry cock threatened to tear a hole in my pants. By the time the song ended, I'm pretty sure I was drooling. I made sure to give her plenty of applause and a whole-hearted wolf whistle.

Tracy blushed, "I hope that wasn't too bad. This is scarier than it looks. I had to down a couple glasses of eggnog before I could talk myself into this."

"Trust me, you've got nothing to be nervous about. I've never been so—I mean, you look..."

I trailed off, my brain apparently robbed of sufficient oxygen to process speech. Most of the blood flow had been redirected to a different organ. Luckily, Tracy took my idiotic dumbfoundedness as a compliment. She strode across the room towards where I was sitting.

"Did you really bleach your hair?" I asked. 

"Yup. Been wanting to go blonde for a while now, and this was the perfect excuse."

"Does Ria know you're doing this?"

Tracy smirked, "Does she know? Buddy, you don't even realize what an awesome girl you're marrying tomorrow, do you?"

Now less than a foot away from me, she stopped advancing. Her eyes twinkled playfully as she spoke:

"When Connor told Ria and me that you were uncomfortable with him hiring a real stripper, Ria said she wanted to make sure you still got to enjoy the full 'bachelor party experience.'"

She placed her hands on my knees and leaned forward, bringing her lips to my ear and dangling those huge, succulent melons if hers right in front of me.

Now whispering, she continued, "So Ria turned to me and suggested that I take matters into my own hands."

She emphasized those last two words by cupping her own incredible breasts and squeezing them together, creating the most delicious-looking cleavage I'd ever seen in my life.

"Holy shit," I moaned. 

Tracy leaned back to enjoy the look of unadulterated lust in my eyes.

"She didn't particularly like the thought of some random woman giving you a lap dance, either. This was all her idea. She even helped me pick out my bikini."

Tracy spun around, giving me a clear view of her soft, curvaceous ass—totally bare except for the tiny string of elastic between her cheeks.

"A lap dance?" I gulped. 

Glancing over her shoulder, Tracy whispered, "I want you to know, you're the only guy in the world besides Connor I would even think of doing this for. But since we're such good friends, don't you think we should all be 'comfortable' around each other?"

There was no mistaking her choice of words. They were the exact same words Ria had used to justify her behavior with Connor the other day.

"Yeah," I panted. "No harm in enjoying ourselves."

"Mmm, glad to hear it."

She smiled devilishly as a new song started playing, slow and steamy. 

Tracy lowered her ass over my crotch, sensuously swaying her hips back and forth in time with the music, threatening to rub those sumptuous buttocks across my erection. Not realizing what I was doing, I lifted my hand to touch her hip, but Tracy promptly smacked it down. 

"Bad boy! Don't you know the rules? You don't get to touch me. I'm the one who does all the touching."

To make her point, she finally let her soft buttocks graze across the fabric of my slacks, swirling her hips in a circle to stimulate my cock.

I let out a loud groan of pleasure. 

"Tracy, that feels so good."

"I can tell."

She spun back around to face me, straddling my knees. My eyes immediately dropped down to her huge tits, drinking in the sight of them. 

I let out another groan as Tracy rolled her body in time with the music, arching her back and thrusting those big, bouncing melons towards my lips. Not being allowed to touch her was murder, but I was a very willing victim. She leaned back and began massaging her own bosom for my amusement, groping, fondling, squeezing—

"You really like my tits, don't you?" she whispered. 

I nodded. 

She grabbed hold of my hair and leaned in, as if to kiss me on the lips, but teasingly stopped just a hair's breath away. 

"Is it true you have sort of a crush on me? Ria said you like to fantasize about me sometimes."

"Not sometimes. ALL the time," I breathed. 

"I fantasize about you, too you know. When I'm touching myself..."

Her fingers coyly slid beneath the tiny red triangles of fabric covering her nipples, and she started rubbing.

"Jesus," I muttered. 

Tracy reached for the little black bow that was tying on her top, and with wide, innocent eyes she asked, "Would you like me to take this off?"

"Oh yeah." My voice was shaking. 

"Okay. But first you've got to take your top off, too. It's only fair."

I couldn't dream of objecting. 

Tracy reached between the two of us and opened my shirt, one button at a time—kissing her way down my chest as she went. By the time she'd finally got my shirt all the way off, her lipstick had left more than a dozen dark red stamps on my bare chest. 

She scooted forward on my lap until I could feel my erection poking up between her legs, where she was already soaking wet with excitement. 

Then she crushed her bikini-covered tits against my bare chest and my hips jolted up in reflex, unconsciously pushing against her cunt. She squealed with delighted surprise. 

"Okay, we got my shirt off," I said. "Fair is fair."

With her body still pressed firmly against mine, Tracy untied the string holding up her top.

The straps slipped off her neck and dropped limply onto her cleavage. With a shudder, I realized that the only thing keeping those triangles of fabric from falling off Tracy's tits was the pressure of her chest against me. Slowly, torturously, she leaned back—bit by bit—until that skimpy bikini top finally fell into my lap.

I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. 

Tracy was a living, breathing, wet dream. A buxom goddess, straight out of a centerfold. The reality of her tits put my imagination to shame. 

"They everything you hoped for?" She asked, panting with arousal. 

"Better."

I moaned as she leaned forward and smothered my entire face with her abundant cleavage. The hard points of her nipples dragged across my eyelids, nose, mouth, and chin. Her hand dropped to my lap, stroking through the fabric—

I lost control and started licking. 

If we'd been in a real strip club, some bouncer would have clocked me upside the head and thrown my ass out the door. But there was nobody else in the room with us to interfere—and Tracy didn't seem to mind one bit. 

"Oh yes!" she moaned. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her closer, fiercely sucking a big, puffy nipple into my mouth.

For several amazing minutes, Tracy just kept moaning and groaning while I feasted upon her breasts. She finally pulled my head away from her chest and stared right into my eyes with rabid, animal hunger. 

"God, I wish we could actually fuck," she growled.

"I know what you mean," I sighed. 

The song had ended a while ago, but Tracy still wasn't quite done with my lap dance. After taking a second to calm herself back down, Tracy curled a finger inside the knot holding up her shiny red g-string. 

"Would you like me to take these off, too?" She asked. 

"I—" my voice faltered, wondering if that would be crossing the line. I was getting married in a few hours, after all. But I was also really, really horny. 

"Definitely," I answered. 

Tracy smiled, pleased with the decision.

"Well then, you know what you have to do. Fair is fair."

She hopped off my lap and knelt between my legs, watching intently as I unclasped my belt and slid my slacks down to the floor. Her eyes grew wide with desire at the sight of my erection, straining painfully against my underwear. An obvious spot of precum darkened the material. 

"Maybe I should leave these on," I laughed. "No telling what will happen if I don't."

In response, Tracy scooped up her huge, heavy breasts and let them drop onto my lap, slapping against my cock.

"Or, I could just take them off," I said.

"Damn right, you can."

I hurried yanked down my underwear and Tracy groaned appreciatively.

"Very nice. Now I know what I've been missing all these years."

She stood up and repaid me by yanking loose the knot on her bottoms—

"Oh my god, Tracy."

Her pink, glistening twat was completely clean-shaven. The aroma of her sex filled the air.

"Now, what do you say we finish that lap dance?" she whispered. 

I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. We were both totally naked—and totally horny—and she was about to jump on my lap again. Part of me was terrified that we were going way too far, but my body refused to listen. Tracy picked up her skimpy bikini bottoms off the floor, draped them across my bare erection, and then straddled me one last time. 

Our genitals weren't actually touching, but I could still feel every exquisite detail of her pussy as it glided back and forth along the length of my shaft. To call what we did "dry-humping" would have been a misnomer—the fabric of that g-string was positively drenched with Tracy's arousal. She grabbed my hands and placed them encouragingly on her magnificent breasts.

Yes...

I squeezed and groped to my heart's content while Tracy rubbed her soft, willing cunt lips along my cock.

"Can we come?" she asked. 

"If it was Conner and Ria doing this right now, would you let them come?"

Tracy thought for a moment, then looked into my eyes and nodded. 

"The fuck yes, we can come," I growled. And I kissed her hard on the mouth. 

Our hips went into overdrive, writhing against each other through that joke of a bikini. Tracy's tongue invaded my mouth, and I gave her nipples a good, strong tug— 

"Oh my god!" she cried, "I'm coming! Oh, Shane! Ohh!!!"

She was way too fucking sexy for me to handle. I exploded, gripping her tits and soiling the g-string on my cock. White, sticky cum bubbled out everywhere. 

Tracy collapsed against me, shaking like a leaf. 

"Was that okay?" she said at last. 

"That was amazing."

"Good. I wanted to give you a bachelor party you'd never forget."

I kissed her again, more playfully this time. 

"What exactly did Ria ask you to do tonight?" I asked. 

"I think her exact words were, 'Do a dance, take off your clothes, and whatever happens, happens.'"

"What about her bachelorette party?" I asked. "Won't they all be missing you?"




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 01-02



Tracy just laughed, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about them. Your fiancé has got a surprise of her own on the way."

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RIA

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I was having a hard time concentrating on the festivities.

Right about now, Tracy was no doubt shaking her great big boobs at my future husband. Or maybe straddling his lap and grinding the life out of him to some trashy song. I could only imagine how far they would take things. She was supposed to call me when it was over, to gossip, but I hadn't heard so much as a peep—which meant that Shane was probably getting an even better show than I'd expected. 

It was weird: I was jealous, but at the same time I also wasn't. What's it called again, when your brain can simultaneously hold two conflicting opinions? Cognitive dissonance? No, that's something else. Nevermind.

I felt possessive of Shane, but I honestly kind of liked the mental image of him fooling around with another woman. And, since I knew that other woman was Tracy, I felt like it was okay. She was my best friend, so in some ways it was almost like Shane was fooling around with an extension of me.

Plus, I kinda I owed my man a freebie after I'd accidentally screamed out Connor's name during sex.

"Ria, it's your turn!"

I forced my attention back to my bridesmaids—the three very different girls who'd all been kind enough to put their own Christmas Eve plans on hold to attend my bachelorette party:

Lois was an old friend from high school. Though she and I didn't see a whole lot of each other anymore, we had a ton of amazing shared memories that I would cherish for life. 

Katie and I had been going to the same Pilates class every morning since forever. She was a total sweetheart when you got to know her, but she always seemed determined to blend in with the wallpaper. 

Then there was Becky, the nineteen-year-old receptionist at my office. Ever since Connor had quit his FedEx job last year to pursue a career enforcement, Becky's adorable personality was the only thing that kept my daily corporate grind from becoming a living hell. Sure, she sometimes made me feel like an old woman despite the fact that I was still in my twenties, but I don't know how I was going to survive when she inevitably left her receptionist job for something better. 

They were all great girls, but Tracy was really the "life" of any party, and her departure had turned the volume down somewhat. We'd been reduced to playing a very tame version of "Never Have I Ever" when my phone beeped:

A text, from Tracy:

"All done."

I quickly texted back: "What happened?"

After an agonizing thirty seconds, she responded: "He made a mess all over my bikini."

I forced myself to breathe. She'd actually made him come?! It didn't feel real.

"What is it?" Lois asked.

I exploded in a fit of nervous giggling. "Shane apparently enjoyed Tracy's little strip tease quite a lot!"

"No surprise there," Becky grinned. 

"No, I mean—How can I put this delicately? Shane enjoyed himself... completely."

Their jaws dropped. 

Before she'd left, Tracy had explained to the other girls about the surprise we'd planned for my fiancé. But I think they all expected it to be more of a joke. None of us imagined that she'd—that he'd—that they'd actually—

They'd actually WHAT? Why did she have to be so coy about the details? How had it happened? I was more curious than ever. 

"Are you upset?" Katie asked. 

"No, I don't think so, I'm just—Whoo! I mean, I'm glad he had a good time, but it's so weird! Kind of feels like I just stepped off Space Mountain."

I idly wondered if Connor knew his girlfriend had brought my fiancé to orgasm, and how he felt about it. I realized I WAS jealous. Not because I felt like Shane and Tracy had done anything wrong, but because they'd both gotten to have so much more fun tonight than me.

I was about to excuse myself from the party to call Tracy about it, when the doorbell rang. A man's voice boomed through the door: "Ho, ho, ho! Merrrrry Christmas!"

With an excited shriek, I hopped up out of my chair, sprinted across the room, and flung open the door to greet—

"Connor!"

My hunky friend was dressed in a full-on Santa costume, complete with a long white beard.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. 

He stepped inside, not breaking character. But, even with that jolly red suit on, there was no disguising Connor's broad shoulders, nor the godlike size of his arms. 

"I came to deliver a very special present to a very special little girl—but I'm not sure if she's been naughty or nice this year."

"Definitely naughty!" Lois called out. 

Her voice drew Connor's attention to the three cute girls in the room behind me. 

"I thought you'd be alone by now," he whispered. "Wasn't really planning on doing this for a whole audience."

"You weren't planning on doing what for a whole audience?"

His eyes twinkled mischievously, "Just go take a seat."

I did. I ran back into the living room with my three girlfriends and sat down next to Becky on the couch.

"What's going on?" Becky asked anxiously. 

Connor stomped into the middle of the room with his big black boots and waved at us:

"My goodness! What have we here? It's a whole house full of young ladies from my naughty list. What do you all want in your stockings this year?"

I smirked, "How about you?" 

The others all eagerly agreed.

"Well then," he chuckled, plugging his iPod into the speakers on my mantle, "Here comes Santa Clause!"

The speakers burst to life playing some super-cheesy porn music, and Connor started dancing. He made his way over to me and really made an exhibition of himself, rolling his body and flexing his hips into my face. 

The girls cheered. 

I couldn't believe I hadn't seen this coming. I should have expected it the second I suggested that Tracy be a stripper for Shane.

To the delight of everyone, Connor's clothing started coming off almost immediately. He tossed aside his gloves, unbuckled his belt, and then slowly unzipped his jacket. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it, so by the time that jacket fell to the carpet, Connor's muscular torso was on full display—covered only by his fake beard and the suspenders holding up his pants. I couldn't help but notice that he had waxed for the occasion, leaving his chest perfectly smooth. 

So yummy...

"Rawr!" Lois called out. The rest of us were so nervous we couldn't stop laughing. 

I watched jealously as Connor strolled over to Katie—she was so shy she could barely bring herself to look at him—and he placed her shaking hands on his pecs.

She was timid at first, but even shy girls have hormones. Before long, Katie's hands were all over him, nervously groping his six-pack and squeezing his biceps. 

Then Connor kicked off his boots and moved on to Lois, giving her the same privilege. Lois was more daring, hooking her finger inside Connor's waistband and pulling it open to peek inside—

"Nuh-uh!" Connor chided, pulling her hand away before she could get a good look at what he was packing.

He unsnapped one of his suspenders, and his baggy red pants partially slipped down over his hip—revealing the chiseled line of his pelvis, the top half of his butt, and a tiny strip of red velvet fabric that must have been his underwear.

That earned him another round of cheers. 

I felt myself getting wet with anticipation. Sure, I'd seen Connor without his shirt on before, at the beach, but he'd always left everything else to the imagination.

He made his way over to the couch, standing between Becky and me, grabbing a hand from each of us and letting us simultaneously feel up his naked chest and arms. Connor urged my hand down to the other buckle of his suspenders—the only thing holding up his pants at this point—and I unsnapped it.

His pants dropped like a curtain, revealing toned legs and an indestructibly firm ass. But that wasn't even the best part. Instead of normal underwear—or even a simple g-string—Connor's sizeable penis was covered by what looked like a long, pointy Santa Clause hat. 

There was so much sexual tension in the room, the unexpected visual gag hit the four of us like an atombomb. We laughed so hard, tears were coming out.

Pleased with our reaction, Connor started dancing more enthusiastically than ever. He shook his hips, causing his cock to swing back and forth like a pendulum. He spun around, wiggling his ass right in our faces. He grabbed our hands, rubbing them up and down every inch of his body, back and front. When I finally got my hands on his ass, I didn't want to let go. 

The entire time, all four girls were laughing, cheering, and getting visibly hornier every second. 

Tired of waiting for her turn, Lois got up and dragged Katie over to the sofa with Becky and I, so that everyone could play with Connor at the same time. 

"Mmm!" Becky moaned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I was shocked to see that she was actually LICKING the guy, all over his chest. Not saying a single word, the rest of us followed suit, kissing and tonguing every exposed inch of male skin that we could find. Even shy little Katie got in on the action, playfully sucking on Connor's nipples. Only the bits covered by his novelty g-string seemed off limits, but Lois let her tongue get dangerously close. 

I pulled off his hat and beard, wanting to see my friend's handsome face, and Connor responded by hungrily kissing me on the lips. 

By the time the music ended, all the women were flushed and panting with arousal, and Connor's cock-sock Santa hat was pointing straight up at the ceiling.

I whispered in his ear, "Is that it? Or are we getting the Full Monty tonight?"

Katie had overheard what I'd just said and her eyes went wide. This was getting pretty wild, even for me, so I couldn't imagine how a shy little mouse like her must have felt.

Connor turned to the other girls and asked, "I don't know. Who here wants Santa to show you his candy cane?"

We all raised our hands like a classroom of excited first graders.

Connor gave me a beckoning curl of his finger:

"I think the bride-to-be should do the honors."

I blushed, shivering with arousal. There was nothing at that moment I wanted more than to strip off Connor's ridiculous underwear, but it felt weird having so many of my friends watching. Sensing my nervousness, he picked up his furry red jacket off the floor and wrapped it around his waist like a skirt. 

"To give us a bit of privacy," he jokingly explained.

The others cheered me on as I knelt down between his legs and—god, was this really happening—found myself face-to-face with his crotch. I tentatively reached for the g-string, but Becky stopped me by calling out, "No hands!"

The other girls agreed. I gulped. No hands? As in, I had to strip him naked with my mouth?

Aw hell, why not? This way was more fun anyway. And Tracy had been kind enough to tell me she'd already made Shane come, so I knew I didn't need to feel guilty about anything. 

Hidden from view, and overcome with arousal, I pressed my face up against the velvety fabric of Connor's underwear until I could feel the soft bulge of his testicles rubbing my cheek. Lifting my head, I let the shape of his long, rigid cock brush against my lips and nose, and I felt him grow even harder. Connor must have made some kind of funny face in response to my teasing, because all the girls laughed.

I moved to pull down his g-string, but changed my mind at the last minute and stuck my face back in his crotch, giving the whole package a good, satisfying lick through his underwear. 

"Whoa!" I heard him shout. 

With an evil smile on my lips, I clenched his waistband in my teeth and dragged it drown past his knees. When I finally came up for air holding Connor's Christmas cock-sleeve as a trophy, my horny bridesmaids looked at me like I was a hero. 

"Merry Christmas, ladies," he said.

The jacket whipped open and his powerfully hard erection bobbed into view. He had shaved down there, too.

Connor gave us all one more sexy dance—this time completely in the buff—then he politely turned to my bridesmaids and said, "I hope you all enjoyed the show, but if you don't mind, I'd like to give Ria one last present—in private."

My heart was pounding. What exactly did he have in mind? I was so horny, I'd have been game for just about anything at that point.

I silently nodded my assent to Connor, and he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. The other girls "Oohed" at us as we disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. 

Connor set me down on the bed and lustily checked out my body. I was dressed for the evening in a tight-fitting little black dress that rode scandalously high on my thighs. One of the spaghetti straps holding it up had already slipped off my shoulder, and as a result I was showing a good amount of cleavage, too. 

"You are so fucking sexy," he whispered. 

He sat down beside me on the bed, still totally nude, and began absent-mindedly massaging my feet and legs.

For the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. "I talked to Shane," he said at last. "Before I came over here. I wanted to know what he and Tracy got up to before I met with you, so that I would know how far we could go tonight. If you want to."

I didn't answer him. I just slowly tugged up my skirt until I was flashing him my wet black panties. Connor smiled. 

"Why don't you climb up on Santa's lap and tell me what you really want for your present this year?"

His lap did look quite inviting, now that there weren't any pesky clothes covering it up. I climbed to my knees and straddled him, dropping my weight and pinning his beautiful cock beneath me.

"Mmm!" I moaned, then quickly bit my lip to mask the sound. He was so unbelievably hard, pressing up against me from beneath. Connor's hands snaked up beneath the hem of my skirt and grabbed firmly onto my ass. 

"Oh yeah..." he panted. I guess he liked my butt, too.

We kissed fiercely, his hands squeezing at my butt and my fingers clawing at his back. Our eyes met as I unzipped my dress and slid it down my body, to my waist. 

I wasn't wearing a bra. 

In the sexiest voice I could manage, I whispered, "For my Christmas present this year... I want to do the same thing Shane and Tracy did."

"What's that?" Connor asked, his strong hands already fondling my naked breasts. 

I reached down between us and grasped his erection. 

"I wanna come," I pleaded. 

With an animal growl, Connor rolled me onto my back and penetrated me with his fingers. 

I threw back my head and moaned as he deftly slid his hand in and out of my lubricated slit. So good... So strong... His body pressed down on top of mine and he whispered in my ear:

"Imagine this is my cock inside of you right now. Imagine that I'm fucking you, just like you've always wanted."

I moaned and trembled. My hand started pumping his shaft with reckless abandon. Connor dropped his mouth to my tits and suckled, driving me crazy. 

We were in no mood to take our time. It was a mad dash for the finish line, grinding and groaning and thrusting against each other's hands. I moaned uncontrollably, louder and louder, and the sexy sound of my voice pushed Connor right to the brink—

"Fuck!" he cried out. His cock detonated in my hand, coating it with cum—

I screamed—as always—my body shaking and my world spinning as wave after wave of pleasure came dashing down.

Connor's warm semen dribbled onto my leg.

I hugged him close in the aftermath, planting grateful little kisses along his neck.

"Thank you, Connor."

"Hey, don't thank me. That was awesome!"

I permitted myself one final, satisfying grope of his butt before rolling aside to clean myself up. 

"I guess I'd better make myself presentable and rejoin the others in the living room. Have you and Tracy discussed where you'll be spending the night tonight? I mean, since you're already here, and she's already over there..."

"Actually, we'd better not." His smile turned bittersweet for a moment. "Nice as that sounds, I'm not sure any of us could resist the temptation. And there are some lines we probably shouldn't cross."

I grudgingly agreed. Shane and I were already living pretty dangerously, fooling around with our friends on the night before our wedding.

"I'll call Tracy, tell her it's safe for her to come back over. See you tomorrow."

The other girls were blushing deeply when Connor and I returned to the living room. We'd both been noisy—me especially—so there was no hiding what had transpired in the bedroom. Hardly a word was spoken as Connor sheepishly put his clothes back on, bid us all goodnight, and headed out.

Soon as he was gone, Lois turned to me and pointedly asked, "So?" 

"So what?"

"So, did Santa Clause come down your chimney this year or not?"

********

SHANE

********

Thank god I got to sleep in. After all the excitement the night before, it was almost six in the morning when I finally managed to nod off. But we'd decided to schedule our wedding ceremony in the evening, to allow our guests to enjoy Christmas morning at home with their families.

Upon waking, my night with Tracy felt like nothing more than a dream. For a second, I actually worried that it WAS a dream, until Connor stumbled out of his bedroom—just as tired as I was—and groggily told me how lucky I was to be marrying a girl like Ria.

Strange as it sounds, everything that had transpired the night before somehow made my wedding day less tense. If you've ever gotten married, you know how crazy stressful it is trying to make sure everything goes smoothly. Finally satisfying some of the pent-up desire I'd always felt for Tracy had really helped to clear my head.

After an entire year of planning, the actual experience of my wedding flew by in the blink of an eye, with every once-in-a-lifetime experience seemingly played out in fast forward. There was just too much to keep track of in too short a space of time. Looking back, there were only a handful of memories that really stayed with me forever:

The first was the moment I saw Ria walking towards me down the aisle. She was literally breathtaking. So stunning, I briefly forgot how to inflate my lungs. Her dress was an elegant white ball gown, covered with intricate patterns of lace and topped with a strapless corset that pushed up her bust and showed a very healthy amount of cleavage in the process. She'd worn her hair simply—long and straight—so as not to distract from the exotic beauty of her face. 

The second memory that really stuck with me was our first dance. Because the songhad heralded our first kiss together in that Tunnel of Love two years earlier, we decided to go with the New Kids on the Block's "I'll Be Missing You Come Christmas"—a selection which no doubt made every guest besides Tracy and Connor question our sanity. It was, after all, an objectively terrible piece of music. 

But it had sentimental value, and somehow the terribleness just made it charming to Ria and me. It may have been a shitty song, but it was OUR shitty song. I held my bride in my arms, we swayed back and forth to Jordan Knight's piercing falsetto, and everything just felt perfect. After the sexy fun of our extra-marital escapades the previous night, it was a nice change to share a genuinely romantic moment with one another.

Later in the night, when most of the older guests had gone home and the music had shifted from wedding standards to youthful dance beats, Ria and Tracy started getting their freak on with each other in the middle of the floor, turning plenty of heads in the process. All the bridesmaids looked fantastic in their matching gold dresses, but Tracy was a goddamn knockout. The sweetheart neckline looked like it had been specifically designed to showcase her ample bust. Pillowy cleavage spilled all over the place as she ground her ass against my beautiful wife, and I couldn't help but imagine how nice it would be to spend an evening in bed with both of them, all to myself.




The Double Date That Didn't End Ch. 01-02



Connor took me aside and bought me a drink at the bar.

Keeping his voice low, he asked, "So, is everything cool? About what happened last night, I mean. I know we all kind of agreed ahead of time, but I wanted to make sure you—"

"Everything is cool," I answered, clapping him on the back. "We all had a good time. No regrets."

"It was a special occasion, right? Once in a lifetime?"

I didn't know how to answer. Was he implying something? Did I want this to become a recurring thing? Ria and me fooling around with Connor and Tracy? 

Did Ria? 

Did they? 

I decided there were too many variables; too many opportunities to screw up our friendship. So I just shrugged and toasted his glass.

"Once in a lifetime," I agreed. And we both drank.

When we finally made it back to our hotel room, Ria and I were falling-down exhausted. So much excitement, and so little sleep. My wife clung to me like a child as I carried her across the threshold and set her down on the king-size bed. We lay on top of the covers together, unable to rise, just snuggling and kissing.

She tenderly held my face and whispered, "I know we can both barely move, but—you think you've still got it in you to consummate this thing?"

I slowly licked her throat in response, feeling her body respond beneath me, coming back to life.

We hadn't bothered to light any candles. Hadn't turned on any romantic music to set the mood. No massage oils. No toys. Our first time as husband and wife was just the two of us, on a bed, in the dark. Kissing, panting, fingers fumbling with unfamiliar clothing. 

I untied the back of her corset and Ria let out an almost orgasmic groan of gratitude.

"Holy shit, that thing was uncomfortable. I can finally breathe again!"

She spun around to kiss me, letting her full breasts tumble out of the loosened corset. Her hand reached inside my open fly and found my cock.

"Seems my clothes are getting kind of uncomfortable, too," I panted. So she took them off, one by one, until I was 100% naked for her.

Ten minutes ago, I'd been dead on my feet—but my wife's ministrations had my blood pumping again in no time. Ria started to undress herself, but I urgently shook my head for her to stop.

"No, I want you just like that. I wanna fuck my wife while she's wearing that dress."

She just smiled at me, reclined comfortably onto her back, and spread her legs invitingly.

"Anything for my sexy husband."

I loved hearing her say that word.

With my cock leading the way, I crawled on top of her and hiked up the enormous ball gown skirt until I could see her white satin panties. I didn't even bother taking them off, just tugged them aside to expose her soft, willing pussy—and pushed myself inside.

"Ohhh..." Ria moaned. Her slender, sexy legs crossed behind my back and pulled me deeper. 

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

It was those words, more than anything we were doing with our bodies, that finally pushed us over the edge. For the first time since I could remember, Ria reached orgasm without screaming. Her body seized and shuddered. She bit down on her lower lip, staring intensely into my eyes while her face contorted in beautiful, ecstatic agony—

The floodgates inside of me shattered, and I poured into her with every single drop that I had. 

Later that night, after some cuddling and a bit of much-needed rest, Ria excused herself into the bathroom to shower and change while I went about lighting candles and opening a bottle of champagne. We were both clearly too tired to turn the night onto a marathon love-making session, but we still wanted to do things properly. 

I reclined naked on the bed, already hardening at the thought of my wife walking out wearing whatever sexy lingerie she and Tracy had picked out.

I wasn't prepared for it.

Ria had apparently decided to skip toweling off after her shower. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she was still soaking wet and trailing steam. Her long, dark hair dribbled rivulets of water down her perfect body, dampening the already sheer white underwear she had on. The two brief pieces of lace that draped across my wife's bouncing, braless tits were clinging to the wet skin like a layer of paint.

I whistled at the vision walking towards my bed. "If that's how you looked the other day when Connor saw you, then no wonder he couldn't keep his hands to himself!"

"Sorry again about that," she smirked, crawling on top of me and pressing her hot, wet body to mine. 

"Don't be. I'm not. If that hadn't happened, then none of this stuff would have come out in the open, and we'd never have gotten to enjoy fooling around with our friends last night."

"I suppose it all worked out for the best, then. Getting those urges out of our system before we tied the knot."

I kissed her, wondering if she was right. Had we really "gotten it out of our systems?" Or was the sexual tension between us and our friends just going to get worse, now that we'd all had a taste of what we'd been missing? Was what happened last night the end of it, or just the beginning?

But whatever questions I had about the future were promptly forgotten when Ria spun herself around 180 degrees—dropping her tongue to my cock and her pussy to my face—69'ing me in that sexy, damp lingerie.