"We have all day" (no)

"We have all day," I told him. I grabbed his face and held it in my hands. "We don't want to let Tracy and Connor think they are getting the best of us. Let's get dressed and head downstairs."

Once again I watched as a salivating Pitbull turned into a pouting puppy dog.

"Fine," Shane said. He gave my ass a quick squeeze before letting me go.

**********

"You're leaving us here?" Tracy asked as we told her and Connor our plans.

"Shane and I wanted to do something for our anniversary but we also wanted to be with you guys for Christmas Eve so we decided tonight would be the better night for it," I explained. Tracy and Connor exchanged uncertain glances. Tracy shrugged.

"Ok," she said. "I guess we'll just drink all the alcohol while you're gone."

"Maybe you could watch a Hallmark movie," I said. Tracy shot me a dagger of a look.

"I'm not watching that cheesy shit," Connor said, not knowing quite what he was missing.

"I guess we'll come home to a party then," Shane said with a laugh.

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. Shane and I struggled to make conversation about something that wasn't Tracy and Connor and we decided we wouldn't tell each other details about our adventures until we got back to the cabin.

That didn't last though as, eventually, on our drive back to the cabin I just couldn't take it anymore.

"You're sure?" Shane asked, teasing me after I'd told him I wanted him to tell me about what happened in the bathroom with Tracy before I showed up.

"Shane, if you don't start talking I'm going to climb out of this car and run the whole way home. Do you want me running in heels in the snow, freezing to death, just to get away from you?"

Shane laughed.

"Fine," he said. He kept one hand on the wheel and put the other on my thigh. He rubbed it up and down as he spoke. "Tracy was already in the bathroom. She was brushing her teeth and wearing the robe she had worn last night and it was riding up her thighs. When she bent over to spit out the toothpaste, I could see a peak of the bottom of her ass. She caught me staring at her and went into seduction mode."

"God help any man who has to experience that mode," I said with a knowing giggle. I shook my head at the thought of Tracy turning on the goods for my husband and him instantly melting to her whimsy.

"She brought up last night," Shane continued. "About how she enjoyed listening to each other then she asked about the mistletoe. She asked if we had considered what would happen if she and I got caught under it and I told her we most certainly had. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. I looked into her sparkling green eyes and then she kissed me."

"She kissed you?" I asked. I was already fidgeting in my seat. My husband really had a way with words.

"Yea," Shane answered. "Though I probably took it to the next level."

"Oh?"

"Well, I couldn't exactly help it. She started moaning into my ear, 'Ooh, Robert. Make me cum, Robert' like she had last night." I shifted in my seat, growing more uncomfortable with every word. "I didn't even realize I had started groping her ass."

"Oh, Shane!" I said. "You naughty boy! That's not proper mistletoe behavior."

"Funny you should say that," Shane said with a laugh. "Tracy began squeezing my ass too. Then she started licking my neck. Next thing I knew, we were dry humping and my shorts were slipping and my cock was poking out from above the waistband. Then Tracy said the same thing you just said."

"We think alike more than I'd like to admit," I said. "What happened next?"

"Well, we both kind of pulled away for a moment and I told her we should probably stop before we crossed the line. Tracy agreed." Shane paused, the silence overwhelming me as my body was simply flushed with arousal at the thought of he and Tracy making out and feeling each other up.

"That's it?" I asked as if a hundred years had passed since he'd stopped talking. In reality it was probably 1.5 seconds. "That clearly wasn't it."

Shane laughed.

"Well..." He continued. Why did the closest people in my life love to torture me so. "She told me that, even though she was moaning Robert's name, she was thinking of me."

"Oh, I knew it!" I practically shouted.

"I attacked her."

"Oh!" I jumped in my seat at the aggressiveness with which Shane said it. He'd quickly turned the intensity up.

"I was squeezing her tits, she had her hands in my shorts, squeezing my butt. My pants kept sliding down until my cock popped out. Tracy grabbed it and started stroking."

"Fuck," I moaned. I bit my lip.

"That's when I pulled away again. I told her we couldn't actually fuck. She looked disappointed for a second until I told her that it didn't mean we had to stop."

I could see Shane's cock visibly bulging up, straining against the denim of his jeans.

"She must have been elated," I said, practically dizzy with arousal.

"I grabbed her and planted her on the countertop then shoved my fingers inside her. She jerked me off and, in what couldn't have been more than a minute, she was cumming all over my hand and I was blowing my load all over her chest and stomach."

"Oh dear!" I bit my lip again and squirmed in my seat.

"Did you enjoy that?" Shane asked.

"Oh, yes, baby," I moaned in approval. I placed my hand on his crotch, massaging him through his jeans. "Seems like you enjoyed telling me about it."

"Fuck," Shane groaned as I gave him a squeeze. "I can't wait to get those clothes off of you and really show you how much I enjoyed it."

"Pull over," I practically shouted.

"What?" Shane asked.

"Pull over, I can't wait until we get home."