"Put on a show." She and Ria make out in front of them

RIA

"I think we should put on a little show for them," Tracy grinned. "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.