"Tease them until they can't resist"

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

"How do we—I mean, where do we even start? How do you bring up something like that in a conversation?"

I scratched at the stubble on my chin and said, "You do realize that, come midnight, it's officially Christmas, right?"

"Our one year anniversary..."

"Yeah. Hell of an anniversary present to give each other, huh?"

We both laughed nervously. Then I took Ria's hands in mine 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."

My face beamed at Ria's words.

"So," Ria smiled back, "does that mean we have to wait until midnight? Before we unwrap our presents?"

"Exactly," I 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!"

Ria walked over to her suitcase and retrieved a lacy black bra.

"I wouldn't go with black lace," I 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."

Ria put an amused hand on her hip. "You're giving me tips on how to seduce your friend?"

I nodded, grinning.

Ria discarded the black lingerie and threw on a tank top I'd seen her wear to the gym on many occasions. It was tight enough to show off her figure but loose enough to show a lot of the sports bra she would wear underneath. Only this time she went sans sports bra. To complete the look, she wore possibly the tightest black leggings I'd ever seen. They were tight enough to show every crease of her underwear if she had decided to wear any, which she hadn't.

"Perfect!" I grinned. "And remember to keep giving him opportunities to check out your ass—Connor is obsessed with your ass."

I gave her butt a reassuring squeeze to make my point. Ria playfully escaped my grasp and retrieved the black silk pajamas she'd bought me for my 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," Ria laughed.

I gave my wonderful wife a big kiss on the mouth, and—holding hands—we descended the stairs to meet our friends for a MUCH-delayed breakfast.

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RIA

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My sporty outfit worked even better than I'd expected. When Connor saw me walking down the stairs towards him—my horny little nipples blatantly poking through the thin material of my tank top—his jaw literally dropped open.

I must say, I liked what I saw as well. 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 me.

Meanwhile, like Connor, my husband was also unabashedly sporting a major stiffy, though in all honesty I'm sure it had less to do with me 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.

I greeted Connor with a hug and a kiss under the mistletoe, deliberately letting my lips linger just a bit longer than he'd been expecting.

"Hey, get a room!" Tracy teased.

I smacked her playfully on the butt. "Speak for yourself, Trace. Connor and I better not leave you two together in a room, who knows what could happen next time?"

"It's not my fault you two hung up all this mistletoe around the cabin. A girl can't even brush her teeth without getting kissed!"

"Speaking of which," I helpfully gestured in Shane's direction.

Tracy's face lit up like a Christmas tree and she skipped over to Shane, those fabulous tits bouncing with every step. He pulled her in for a kiss—

"Mmm!" she moaned in pleasant surprise, breaking her 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 him.

I couldn't help but beam as the suggestion for silk pajamas was already paying off for Shane.

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, Shane 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?" I pouted, "Could you help me reach that bread on the top shelf of the pantry? I'm not quite tall enough."

If I really wanted to, I could have reached it on my tip-toes, but Connor was more than happy to be of assistance—walking up behind me and then blushing as I surreptitiously pushed my ass backwards against his cock.

Speechless, he grabbed the loaf of sourdough and handed it to me, but I purposefully dropped it—

"Whoops!"

—Just so I'd have an excuse to bend over and pick it back up, giving Connor a good, long eyeful at my butt in the skin-tight leggings.

While Connor was busy staring at my ass, Shane sidled up behind Tracy and whispered, "Here, let me help you chop those vegetables. Try holding the knife more like this—"

He wrapped his sexy arms around the girl's oh-so-curvaceous body, taking her hands in his own as he 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," Shane answered, I followed his eyes down her plunging neckline to 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.