Fantasizing about Tracy and Connor

SHANE

“Say my name,” she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt.

No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside.

Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dear life as I fucked her—harder and harder—no longer in control of my own actions, **** to come. My lover moaned in ecstasy.

“Mmm! Say my name!” she cried again. “Say it!”

The name rose in my throat, crackling like pop-rocks when it hit my tongue. Heart pounding, I grabbed hold of her hips, forcefully buried my cock to the hilt, and screamed out:

“Tracy!”

“Oh, yes!”

I shouted her name again and again, with every thrust of my hips.

“Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!”

Of course, it wasn’t ACTUALLY Tracy I was fucking. It was my beautiful and exotic wife, Ria. But after finally fooling around with our two best friends on the night before our wedding, Ria and I couldn’t stop fantasizing about them. After years of secret, unfulfilled fantasies, we’d had a taste of what we’d been missing—and now it was all either of us could think about. Our honeymoon was nearly over, and we’d spent at least half of it role-playing that I was Connor and Ria was Tracy.

As the world around me blurred to a haze of agonizing pleasure, I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to actually have sex with my wife’s voluptuous best friend.

I imagined Tracy’s playful, girlish voice as she moaned and screamed. Pictured her big green eyes, dizzy with rapture. Her pale skin, flushed with excitement. Teeth, nipping at my shoulder. Fingers, clawing at my butt. Those enormous, pillowy breasts of hers, squashing up against my body—

“Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Aaahhh!” my cock spasmed, erupting deep inside my lover’s body.

The fugue of my orgasm was so intense that I was almost surprised when I finally opened my eyes again and remembered that it was my wife beneath me. She grinned and gave me a super sexy kiss on the lips.

“You seemed to enjoy that quite a lot,” she giggled.

“Yeah.”

“Are you really able to imagine I’m her? I mean, Tracy and I look nothing alike. She’s tall, she’s blonde, she’s got boobs out to HERE…”

“Honey, I spent two years pretending that my right hand was Tracy. Imagine how easy it is when I’m with a world-class gorgeous woman like you.”

Ria laughed and rolled me onto my back.

“Okay, fair enough. Now let’s make-believe that you’re him.”

“Him” meant Connor, of course—my best buddy in the world, and the frequent object of my wife’s fantasies.

As Ria slipped my exhausted cock between her lips and went about reviving me, I lazily asked “You think they do this same thing, but with us? The role-playing, I mean.”

“After what happened the night before our wedding? I’d be insulted if they didn’t.”

I closed my eyes and lazily daydreamed about Tracy, passionately riding her hunky boyfriend—but crying out my name as she came.

RIA

Shane and I were a bit anxious about seeing our friends again once we returned home from our honeymoon. We hadn’t really had much of an opportunity to talk as a group about what had happened between everyone—screwing around with each other’s partner, I mean—and I wasn’t exactly sure how things stood. Connor and Shane had apparently agreed that it had been a “once-in-a-lifetime” kind of a night, but was that really what everyone wanted?

After discovering how horny Shane and I got when we role-played about swapping partners with our friends, I wasn’t so sure. It was a tough topic to broach in casual conversation. In any case, I just hoped there wouldn’t be any awkwardness when all met up. I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect.

But it definitely wasn’t this.