"Go for it"

RIA

She mouthed the words: “Go for it.”

So I did.

I snuck a hand up beneath Connor’s body and cupped his balls, feeling the weight of them on my palm.

“Mmm!” he moaned, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Shane turn his head around to check out the action. His eyes bulged at the sight of my hand stroking his best friend’s crotch.

Tracy’s reaction was even more extreme. The girl went completely wild, smearing the flesh of her tits all over my husband’s body. She even dropped her mouth right down to his lean, well-formed butt and took an exaggerated nibble out of one of his ass cheeks.

Poor Shane was practically spasming, he was so excited. I almost felt bad, knowing how desperately his body was screaming at him to just start humping away at the sofa cushions until he came.

“Okay, hold up everybody!” I called out. “Time to switch again. Now it’s me and Tracy’s turn on the sofas.”

I reluctantly took my hand off Connor’s balls.

“Aww,” he joked. “Just when it was getting good.”

Shane, on the other hand, seemed grateful for the reprieve. My guess is he’d been seconds away from ejaculating all over his boss’s sofa.

Connor climbed to his feet, and he and I just stood there for a moment, silently drinking in the sight of each other’s naked bodies. The guy towered above me: a full foot taller and probably close to a hundred pounds heavier with all that muscle weight. What is it about muscles that gets us girls so excited, anyway?

His body was completely smooth shaven, showing off every defined line of his physique in its full, statuesque glory. And his cock…

VERY nice. Firm and thick, the head blushing with excitement. I could only imagine how that big boy would taste inside my mouth.

His eyes travelled hungrily up and down my naked body.

I glanced to the other sofa, where Shane and Tracy were likewise getting a good, up-close look at one another in the buff. Thanks to all the massage oil she’d rubbed on her boobs, Tracy smelled like a coconut dessert. I doubt there was a force on Earth that could have persuaded Shane to take his eyes off the sight of those huge, glistening tits. Hell, I’m straight (or at least, mostly straight) and even I was tempted to hop over there and give that girl a good grope. There’s just something primal about a beautiful naked woman that I think everyone can appreciate, don’t you?

Tracy was enjoying the view every bit as much as Shane. Her wide green eyes scoped out my husband’s exquisitely curved penis, and she shivered as a few drops of her own nectar dribbled down her inner thigh, tickling the skin.

Nobody said a word. No clever jokes to break the tension. We all just stared at one another and reminded ourselves to breathe.

Connor finally broke the spell. “Get on the couch,” he commanded. I obeyed, sprawling out face down on the cushions, teasingly rocking my bare ass back and forth for his benefit.

My masseuse clearly had no intention of giving me a real massage. He wasn’t even gonna fake it for a moment. The second I laid down on that sofa, Connor’s strong hands went right for my naked butt—cupping, squeezing, caressing.

He wasn’t exactly a gentleman, but then, I didn’t want him to be.

Next to us, Tracy quickly laid out her bathrobe across the sofa, to protect it from all the massage oil on her chest. As she moved to lay down, Shane surprised the girl by giving her engorged nipples a teasing little tug.

“Ooh!” Tracy cried out in surprise.

Then she stretched out completely, closed her eyes, and smiled.

The boys went to work.

SHANE

Given how distracted I’d always been by Tracy’s enormous rack, I realized I’d never paid her ass the attention it deserved. The full, healthy buttocks in my hands were every bit as smooth and curvy as the rest of Tracy’s body, and I absolutely loved the way she moaned as my fingers pressed against her skin and kneaded the tension from those sore muscles.

I squirted more massage oil onto my hands and worked my way up Tracy’s body, appreciating the hourglass curve of her waist, stroking the muscles of her back and shoulders—then briefly dropping my fingertips to fondle the exposed swells of her breasts on either side of her body.

Beside me, Connor dribbled massage oil directly into the crease of my wife’s ass and began stroking his thumbs up and down, between her buttocks. Not to be one-upped, I quickly followed suit with Tracy’s ass—taking things even further by swirling my oiled index finger around the outside of her hot, puckered anus.

“Ahh!” Tracy gasped, lifting her hips up off the couch in an urging gesture for me to go further.

I looked back over at Connor, who was liberally coating the inside of Ria’s thighs with massage oil as he worked his fingers closer and closer to her willing cunt.

Poor Connor. As far as he knew, this bit of teasing was as far as he’d be allowed to go with Ria. He had no idea that in a few hours’ time he’d finally have the privilege of fucking my wife to his heart’s content.

Connor’s fingertips got right up to the threshold of Ria’s pussy, but hesitated to go that final millimeter.

She must be going nuts, I thought.

Then I grinned as Ria helpfully spread her legs apart, giving Connor perfect, unobstructed access to the most sensitive spot on her body. Bewildered, he looked over to me for approval, and I responded by hooking my thumb and stroking it across the slick lips of Tracy’s sex. Tracy writhed in agony, dripping with arousal, hips squirming like crazy—

But I didn’t give her satisfaction just yet. I teased her mercilessly, one hand stroking her tight rosebud, one hand pressing against her swollen pussy—just enough to part her folds, but not enough to penetrate.

“Shane, please!” she cried. “Please just do it!”

On the other couch, Ria’s eyes shot open at the sound of Tracy’s pleading. Emboldened by my actions with Tracy, Connor pressed his palm against my wife’s cunt and started rubbing.

“Shane, please, I’m so fucking horny!” Tracy screamed.