He stays silent

SHANE

I didn't say anything, but I'm pretty sure she saw the answer she was looking for in my lustful, post-orgasmic eyes.

RIA

"What do you think they're talking about in there?" I asked.

Shane didn't even hear me. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Still naked from his recent shower with Tracy. I paced around the bedroom like an anxious kitten, unconsciously nibbling away at my manicure.

Five minutes earlier, we'd all been groaning like wild animals, licking and sucking and kissing and coming one after the other in a haze of pleasure. We'd gone right up to the edge; done everything, except the ONE thing. The one thing that there'd be no way for us to un-do.

The one thing that, deep down, we all knew we wanted.

Five hours from now-if all went to plan-Shane and I would finally be living out our longtime fantasies by having sex with our incredible best friends. But, in the meantime, I was just about ready to pull my hair out from all the anxiety. And I really like my hair.

After all the excitement in the bathroom-Connor ejaculating all over my naked ass and Shane making a mess on Tracy's boobs-we'd retired to our separate rooms to dry and dress for dinner.

Shane finally noticed my frantic pacing.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "With everything that's happening, I mean."

"Why wouldn't I be?" My voice sounded distant. "Are you?"

"Yeah," he answered, but there was hesitation in it.

I blushed. "I just... I just wish I knew what everyone was thinking, you know? I REALLY want this to happen, but I'm kind of-sort of-just a little bit totally scared shitless that somebody or everybody is gonna get their hearts broken tonight. I mean, fuck! Seeing you in the shower with my best friend..."

"Well, what about you?" Shane frowned, his voice rising. "Connor was rubbing his cock all over you and you were getting off on it!"

"So were you! You and Tracy were standing there watching us, touching and kissing and-and-"

Shane gritted his teeth. I felt an odd tension in my stomach as he looked at me with those way-too-intense eyes of his.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No! Sweetie, no, of course not. It's nothing like that. I'm not mad at anyone-what happened just now was like a million fantasies coming true all at once. I wanted it just as badly as you did."

I let out a sigh of relief.

Shane continued: "I'm just... seeing red right now, I don't know how else to say it. I'm fine with the idea of you fucking Connor-really I am-I just didn't ever think that I would get so turned on from WATCHING it."

He groaned in frustration, and I couldn't help but notice the way his penis was already starting to recover, just minutes after Tracy's soapy tit-fuck had blown his mind. This situation was nothing if not confusing.

"I know what you mean," I said quietly.

Shane shook his head, laughing at himself, "It's crazy-what kind of guy gets aroused by watching his wife with another man?"

"Honey, we ALL got aroused by what we were seeing. I can't even tell you how hot it was watching you come all over Tracy like that."

"I know! And the look on your face when Connor was..." he trailed off. "I guess just wasn't expecting it to be quite so intense. In all honesty it did get me kind of angry seeing Connor mauling you like that."

"Oh."

"But in like a good way. 'Good angry,' if that makes any sense."

Shane sighed in frustration. Instead of saying anything, I knelt down between his legs, gently wrapped my fingers around his thickening shaft, and planted a long, loving kiss on the crown.

"Are you sure you still want to go through with this?" I asked. "All the way?"