Fuck Ria in front of their friends

RIA

There was no mistaking the “I’ve got something up my sleeve” look Shane gave me when he suggested we all try out the sauna, and though I could only guess what he was thinking, the sheer fact that he had some sort of naughty agenda in mind sent an erotic shiver down my spine.

Connor and Tracy ran upstairs to grab bathrobes for us all while Shane and I turned on the heat.

When they were safely out of earshot, I turned to Shane and asked:

“Okay, what’s the plan?”

Shane said nothing, he just grabbed the fabric of my sports bra and pulled it over my head. Surprised, I reflexively covered my bare breasts with my hands—giving my husband ample opportunity to yank my running shorts down to my ankles.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, feeling a ribbon of excitement unfolding inside my tummy.

Shane knelt down on the floor and delicately licked my bare pussy—

“Aah!” I sucked in a surprised lungful of air. Pleased with himself, Shane stood back up and matter-of-factly stripped off his own clothes, leaving us both stark naked. His burning hot erection brushed against my navel.

“Are we gonna have them walk in on us already naked?” I asked.

“Not just naked,” Shane grinned, sliding open the sauna door and stepping inside. “Fucking.”

Oh my god…

Shane sat down on the bench inside and gestured for me to straddle his cock.

I gulped. A wave of heated air hit the inside of my nostrils, and the sweet smell of cedar mixed with the overpowering scent of my own arousal.

Shane cocked a devious eyebrow in my direction. “What do you say? A little payback for what they did to us last night?”

On shaking legs, I followed my husband into the sauna and carefully maneuvered my smooth, wet pussy over the head of his penis. But before I could sink down, Shane grabbed my hips and twisted me around, to face the sauna door.

“I want you to see their faces,” he whispered.

Then he slowly pressed down on my hips and filled me with that beautiful, hard cock.

“Mmm!” I moaned, clenching my cunt around his shaft.

“Yeah…” Shane growled, reaching around to paw at my tits while I rode him, reverse-cowgirl.

My eyes locked onto the sauna door. Any second now, Connor and Tracy were gonna open that door and see us like this—writhing, bouncing, moaning. Our skin, dew-dropped with perspiration. Any second now. Any—

The door slid open.

“Whoa,” Connor said simply, drinking in the sight of my sweaty, naked body being thoroughly fucked. Beside him, Tracy’s already-enormous green eyes looked just about ready to pop out of their sockets.

“What are you guys waiting for?” Shane panted, dropping a hand to strum my clit. “Come in! You’re letting out all the hot air.”

Silently, they padded inside and sat down on the bench across from us. Connor unconsciously squeezed the material of his bathrobe in a white-knuckled grip of death. Tracy bit down on her lower lip, holding back a nervous fit of the giggles.

For a moment, I froze, paralyzed by a sudden fit of self-consciousness as I felt their eyes on me…

Then I thought, fuck it, and rode my husband like my life depended on it.

I couldn’t believe how liberating it was, screwing Shane right there in front of them. It was exciting and naughty and slutty as hell, and yet somehow it just felt RIGHT. Like it was something we all should have done a long time ago. Sharing this intimate moment with our two best friends in the world felt really, really good.

And so did Shane’s fingers, rubbing back and forth across my slippery clit.

My head spun, overwhelmed by both the oppressive heat outside my body and the cresting pleasure building within.

I took another look at Tracy, watching her smooth, sexy legs squirming excitedly as she watched the show. I looked over at Connor, his gaze locked onto where my husband was lewdly pounding his cock up into my sopping pussy. I watched them, watching us...