He stops and takes a cold shower

RIA

He pursed his lips and let his face drift towards my breasts—but at the last second he stopped, blinking back to reality. Suddenly self-conscious, Connor pulled away.

"Um, yep!" he laughed, yanking his hand off my ass like it was made of kryptonite. "The fabric has a good texture! I think you ladies have picked a winner here. Poor Shane is gonna blow his load the second he sees you like this."

He hopped off the bed. I couldn't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed. I'd wanted him so badly, I was out of my mind—even with Tracy right there in the room with us. Thank god he hadn't actually tried anything, I'm not sure I would have had the willpower to hold him off.

He hurried out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Tracy called after.

"Cold shower!" he shouted back. The bathroom door slammed shut.

Tracy pointed smugly at the lingerie I was barely wearing:

"Told you so."

"I can't believe you asked him to touch me," I moaned, rubbing my legs together.

"Hey, you get my man all turned on, and I get to reap the rewards after you go home. Besides, it's not like you were exactly fighting him off, with your 'Oh no, Connor, I don't mind you touching my ass. We should all be COMFORTABLE around each other, don't you think?'"

I bit my lip and blushed.

On the other side of the wall, the shower switched on. I couldn't help but picture Connor standing naked beneath the spray, trying to bring down the raging erection I had inspired.

Fuck this. I grabbed my purse and slipped on my shoes.

"Give me your rain coat," I demanded of Tracy. "The big one."

Confused, Tracy went to her closet and retrieved the desired garment. I stripped off all the lingerie and cinched the raincoat closed to hide my nakedness.

"Where are you going?" Tracy asked.

"Home. I'm gonna fuck my fiancé into a damn coma."

I practically kicked down the front door in my hurry to get to Shane. He had just gotten home from the office, and he looked bushed—but whatever work-related stress he was feeling disappeared as soon as he saw the fire in my eyes.

"Everything alright, honey?" he asked.

"No, everything is most certainly not alright," I growled.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong," I said, untying my belt, "is that I need to get laid right now, and you've still got all your fucking clothes on."

I let Tracy's raincoat fall to the floor, exposing my completely naked body to his eyes.

Okay, technically I wasn't completely naked. I still had on my sneakers, which in retrospect probably ruined the aesthetic somewhat. But Shane didn't seem to care. His eyes lit up like a kid who just found out he'd be getting his Christmas presents five days early.

I attacked him, ripping open his shirt and licking his chest while I shoved my trembling hand inside the waistband of his pants, feeling him harden in my grasp. Shane responded instinctively, raising his fingers to my dripping wet cunt and rubbing until I was whimpering in horny desperation.

As a lover, my fiancé usually preferred to take his time in the bedroom—really putting in the effort to do things properly so that we were both completely satisfied—but he could see how horny I was and he wasn't gonna make me wait a second longer.

I spun around and dropped to all fours, presenting Shane with my drum-tight ass—his personal favorite part of my body.

"Damn," he whistled. Then he kicked off his slacks and underwear, dropped to his knees, and teasingly slid his already rigid cock up and down the inside of my thigh.

"I want you to be rough," I purred.

With a twinge of guilt, I imagined it was Connor doing everything, not my fiancé. It was Connor's cock that I felt rubbing up against me. It was Connor leaving that slick trail of pre-cum on my skin as he moved closer and closer to my core.

I moaned loudly as Connor finally pushed his entire length inside me.

Shane! I mean Shane, not Connor.

He fucked me hard and fast, grunting like an animal. I felt both his hands reach around to paw at my tits while his pelvis collided again and again with my ass.

My own fingers became a blur on my clit and I let myself go—let the forbidden fantasy overwhelm me—crying and groaning and making a complete mess of my hair. Connor rolled me over and pinned me to the carpet, thrusting back inside of me.

I mean Shane!

His body raged against mine. Harder and harder. Filling me, holding me—the rapture in his eyes—my fingernails at his back—

"Aaah!" I screamed, delirious. "Harder! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Connor! Oh! Connor! Connor!" I came so hard I could barely breathe.

When the fugue of my climax finally faded, I looked up into my lover's incredible blue eyes and realized—with abject horror—what had just happened. I'd called out another man's name during sex. Sex with the guy I was about to marry.

SHANE

I was raising my voice again, though I didn't mean to.

"You told him we should all be 'comfortable' around each other? What does that even mean?"

"I was nervous!" Ria sobbed. "I was horny and I was nervous and I was trying to kill some of the tension in the room."

"It's okay, I'm not mad. I just—"

"I'm so sorry!"

I knew that I shouldn't be letting the situation upset me as much as it was. I wanted to sit down next to Ria and give her a reassuring hug, but for some reason I couldn't quite bring myself to. Instead, I just kept talking, trying to sound as level-headed as possible as I paced around the room:

"Listen, I get it. You fantasized about an attractive guy. It's no big deal. It's not like we magically stopped noticing that other good-looking people exist the moment I put that ring on your finger, right? I mean, sometimes I fantasize about other attractive women. Seriously, no harm done."

Ria looked up at me, pleading. Her dark eyes were still wet with tears.

"Do you still want to marry me?" she whispered. I took a deep breath and finally found the strength to sit back down beside her.

"Of course I do."

I'd like to say that was the end of it; that I immediately forgave Ria's harmless illicit fantasy and moved on. But it wasn't quite that simple.

Not that I didn't try. I kept telling myself that I had nothing to be angry about. It's not like Ria had been unfaithful to me—quite the opposite, in fact. Sure, she'd sort of encouraged Conner to feel her up, but it would be a lie to claim I hadn't wanted to do the exact same thing to Tracy on countless occasions. Hell, just two months earlier Tracy and I had gotten pretty flirty during our Halloween party, with her cuddling up on my lap while I blatantly stared down the neckline of her slutty I Dream of Jeannie costume.

Nevertheless, I couldn't let it go. So the following day, when Connor asked me for the fiftieth time what kind of stripper I wanted him to hire for my bachelor party, I finally snapped:

"Jesus Christ, how many times do I have to say it? No strippers!"

For a second, he looked at me like I was a crazy person, but then apparently he decided I was joking and playfully slugged me in the shoulder.

"That's not your decision to make, dude! I'm the Best Man, I plan the bachelor party!"

"Seriously. NO STRIPPERS. It's not my thing."

"But... why wouldn't you want strippers?" he looked crestfallen.

"Because that's YOUR idea of a fun party. I think it's weird having some girl I've never even met rubbing herself all over me just because you paid her to. It's awkward and I don't want to deal with it. I just want to have a good time with my friends."

"But—"

"No strippers!"

He finally realized that my frustration with him was quite real, and all the goofiness instantly went out of him.

Quietly, he asked, "Is this about what happened with Ria?"

"No! That was no big deal. You guys were just horsing around. I'm not even mad about it."

Connor frowned, "Look, I appreciate that you're trying to be cool about this, but yes you are, dude. You're angry."

I grudgingly nodded, "Fine, whatever. I guess I'm kinda mad. But I don't want to be. This just, really sucks."

"I'm sorry man. I'm not gonna make any excuses. Yeah, we were just horsing around, but I still got a little carried away. Ria's gorgeous, you know? It's not always easy to think of her as just a friend."

After a long silence, I sighed, "I... know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"You mean, like, about Tracy?"

I shrugged.

"I guess that shouldn't really surprise me," he said, looking away.

"I just wish there was some way to get rid of all this stupid sexual tension in our group."

Connor thought for a moment. "Maybe the problem is that we all pretend like it doesn't exist. Maybe we should just stop hiding from it. Get things out in the open, be honest with each other for a change. Stop being so scared of the fact that we both want to fuck each other's girl."

It was weird hearing him say it so bluntly, but he was right—getting things out in the open did let off some of the tension.

"We want to fuck each other's girl," I echoed, feeling a tremendous weight being lifted from my shoulders. I realized that it wasn't my unfulfilled desire for Tracy that had been frustrating me so much over the years—it was the guilt. And, the more Connor and I talked about it, the more I could feel that guilt evaporating into the air.

"You wanna bang Tracy's titties," he laughed.

"You wanna eat Ria's pussy," I joked.

Connor enthusiastically nodded his head, and we both cracked up.

"I guess we've got nothing to be ashamed of," I said.

"You're sure you don't want a stripper at your stag party?"

"Connor!"

"Geez, just checking."

I calmed down a lot after that conversation. When I found Ria waiting for me at home that evening, I snuggled up behind her and kissed her tenderly on the neck.

"I forgive you," I whispered. "And I figured out why I got so angry about what happened. It wasn't because of you, it was because of me."

"What are you talking about? You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, but I've thought about it, lots of times. LOTS of times." I took a deep breath, and continued, "I need to be honest with you about something, honey. I've kinda got a thing for Tracy."

Ria went silent, but she nodded that she understood.

I continued, "I've always felt really guilty about it. I get mad at myself every time I think about her in a sexual way—which is practically every day. So, when I heard you call out Connor's name during sex, I projected all those guilty feelings onto you."

"You don't need to be ashamed of that stuff," she said.

"Neither do you. And in the future, if you ever wanna fantasize about Connor while we're doing it, just let me know in advance. I can even play along, if it would make you happy."

She cracked a smile and kissed me on the lips. "Same goes for you, if you ever want to imagine I'm Tracy. Though I don't exactly know how I can pretend to be ten inches taller and three cup-sizes boobier."

"Boobier?"

"Shut up, English is my second language."

We spent the next hour getting everything out in the open. I told her about how distracting it was to work beside Tracy, and she told me about all the fantasies she'd had of Connor. Surprisingly, it didn't sting as much as I'd expected it to. When the air had cleared, we kissed and made love until everything was right again. Basking in the afterglow, Ria whispered, "I know this might sound weird, but while we're being all honest about stuff—"

She trailed off, too nervous to finish her thought.

"Go ahead," I said.

"It's just, for the record, if you and Tracy ever got a little bit playful, I'd be okay with that."

"What do you mean, 'playful?'"