"Are you OK with everything?"

***** Please Note - Parts of this story were written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline

"What are you thinking about?" Ria asked, snapping me from my daze. I was still naked from my shower with Tracy, a towel wrapped around my waist as I sat on the edge of the bed. Ria was pacing back and forth across the room.

"Umm," I stammered. "You know."

"I think I do know," Ria said with a laugh.

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

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

"Yeah," I answered, trying to mask the hesitation.

Ria blushed. "I just... I just wish I knew what everyone was thinking, you know? We keep teasing it, talking about it, saying that we want it but do we REALLY want it? I mean, fuck! Seeing you in the shower with my best friend..."

"Well, what about you?" I frowned, my voice rising involuntarily. "They way you were grinding your ass all over Connor's cock. And you were getting off on it!"

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

I gritted my teeth, trying my best to keep track of my emotions.

"Are you mad at me?" Ria asked. A lump swelled up in my throat.

"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, you know that."

Ria let out a sigh of relief.

I continued: "I'm just... seeing red right now, I don't know how else to say it. I feel... selfish."

"Selfish?" Ria asked.

"Yea. I think I was telling myself that I wanted you to enjoy Connor but in reality I didn't think too much about you and Connor. It was mostly about me getting to fool around with Tracy. For nearly a year I fantasized about that and I just became so narrowly focused on it. But then, watching you with Connor and seeing how much you enjoyed that, it just made me feel like I should have focused on you more through all this. And it all became very confusing. Like, I'm fine with the idea of you fooling around with Connor-really I am-I just didn't ever think that I would get so turned on from WATCHING it."

I groaned in frustration, and I felt bad for dumping this all on Ria, especially just minutes after she had just cum all over Connor. This situation was nothing if not confusing.

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

I shook my head, trying rapidly to make sense of it all, "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..." I trailed off. "I guess I 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."

I sighed in frustration. Instead of saying anything, Ria sat down next to me and kissed me. She placed her hand on my lap and I hadn't even noticed that I was hard again, tenting the towel up. Ria squeezed my bulge through the soft material.

"I know what you mean," She said. "It made me a bit angry when Tracy said she wanted to fuck you so bad."

"It did?" I asked. Her lips dropped to my neck.

"Yes. But, like you said, a good angry."

"Jesus, Ria," I groaned. "I can't believe I'm this hard again already. I think I've cum like twenty times in the past two days."

"Tracy really got you worked up in the shower, didn't she?" I nodded my head. "It's a shame she didn't finish the job."

"I legit might have passed out," I said with a chuckle then I jumped as I felt Ria's hand slip under the towel and grip my naked shaft.

"You really want to fuck her don't you?" She asked.

"You know it's my fantasy," I 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?"

My cock jumped in her hand. I groaned at the fantasy but quickly noticed Ria's expression which was much more serious than it usually was while we role-played.

"Would you fuck her for real?" She continued. "Not just role-playing, and not just fooling around. I mean you and Tracy, really going all the way with each other. Fucking."

I took a deep breath as a million thoughts and questions crossed my mind all at once. "Are you being serious? Or is all this talk still just us playing around?"

Ria squeezed my 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?"

My 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?" Ria asked.

I looked deep into her dazzlingly dark eyes. "Ria, I love you. You're my wife and my soulmate. I would never do anything to hurt you."

"But what," Ria said, practically choking on her own words, "what if I told you it wouldn't hurt me? What if I told you I'd be okay with it?"