Not quite yet

RIA

But instead of coming inside to see us, Tracy and Connor went the other direction down the hall, disappearing into their own bedroom without so much as a word. We didn’t see them again for the rest of the night.

Damn those two sounded sexy. Grunting and groaning and moaning and screaming… Belting out the word “Jesus!” more times than it appears in the entirety of the New Testament. Tracy and Connor powered through a marathon fuck-fest that lasted until the sun came up.

I was just about the horniest I’d ever been.

Not that Shane and I didn’t have some fun of our own. We enjoyed a nice long shower together, first cleaning off the mess he’d made on my tits, and then escalating things until he’d made another (naughtier) mess, all over my face. When we returned to bed, Shane use his talented tongue to get me off four more times while we listened to our friends in the other room.

But I was insatiable.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Connor. I saw his big, yummy muscles, his adorable dimples, and his gorgeous cock—pistoning in and out of Tracy’s body. Filling her, satisfying her… Aargh! I was so jealous of that girl, it was driving me crazy.

But the worst part was knowing, deep down, that Connor wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. It wasn’t just a physical attraction, and it wasn’t just harmless flirting. I’d seen it in his eyes when Shane and I had accidentally stumbled in on them having sex. There was something there; a deep, unconsummated longing we both felt for one another. Connor had looked right at me the entire time we were watching them.

Lord knows it had taken all my willpower not to strip off my panties on the spot and straddle his face…

His perfectly-chiseled, handsome face. Super manly, and yet somehow still so boyishly cute. I closed my eyes again, and guiltily imagined that it was Connor’s tongue lavishing pleasure upon my pussy, not my husband’s.

Of course, considering the fact that Shane was no doubt at that moment fantasizing about eating Tracy out instead of me, the guilt was probably unwarranted.

Tracy…

Thinking of her made me wet, too. Now that she’d—now that I’d—now that we’d both experienced the joys of each other’s company, I couldn’t wait to try it again. I wasn’t really into other women, but Tracy was special—so sexy and sensual; so loving, so sweet, so tender. And hot holy fuck were those big tits of hers fun to play with.

What were we getting ourselves into here? The four of us were rushing head-first down a path that both thrilled me and scared the shit out of me at the same time.

I looked down at Shane’s head between my legs and whimpered, “Are you hard again, honey?”

“Oh yeah,” he grinned.

“Then please—I need to feel you inside me.”

He rolled me over so that I was lying face down on our soft warm bed, with my legs hanging off the edge and my butt pointing up in the air. The cotton sheets beneath me were damp with my own sweat, the air pungent with the perfume of my cunt.

I felt infuriatingly empty inside, **** beyond reason to feel the satisfaction of a nice, hard, big, throbbing cock. Shane braced his hands atop the firm mounds of my ass, SQUEEZED, and finally—blissfully—slid himself inside.

Yessssss…

His wonderful penis filled me to the core.

“Ugh!” I heard Connor moaning through the wall. “Yeah!”

In the other room, Tracy and Connor’s love-making began its crescendo. I could only imagine what they were doing, and how sexy it all must have looked. Why did there have to be this stupid wall between us? Why couldn’t our friends be right here, with us, so I could watch them? I could look Connor in the eyes again, maybe even reach out and touch…

I clawed at the bedsheets as Shane bottomed-out inside of me, his pelvis pressing firmly against my butt—then he pulled out and thrust back in, stronger and stronger.

“Mmm!” Shane grunted.

“Yes!” Tracy shrieked.

“Fuck!” Connor shouted.

I scrunched shut my eyes and felt tears of pleasure streaming down my cheeks. It wasn’t fair! I wanted them all—I needed them all! Shane, Tracy, Connor, all fucking me at once—

“Aah!” Connor roared, blowing his load inside my best friend. She screamed and screamed, shaking the rafters with a terrifyingly powerful orgasm of her own. I reached back between my legs and cupped my husband’s balls in my hand, urgently squeezing them while he slid his erection in and out.

“Come with them!” I commanded. “Come in me! Fill me up!”

Shane’s body gave a sudden jolt and he burst, cum gushing inside me like a river of molten lava. I saw stars. Felt a twisting wave of ecstasy clenching around my insides, rushing through me—too much pleasure to bear—

“Yes! Yes! Yes!!!”

I collapsed onto the damp sheets, limp as a noodle. My lungs ached. I was utterly, 100 percent spent for the night. Shane fell onto the bed and snuggled up to me, equally exhausted.

Fifteen minutes later, Connor and Tracy were at it again.

Shane just gave me a wry smile, and we both burst out laughing. We couldn’t compete with them. Not tonight. Horny as we both were, our two friends were burning through an entire mountain of pent-up emotion. Months of separation, longing, confusion. The sobering realization of all the time they’d wasted with their stupid breakup.

Like I said, we couldn’t compete. All we could do was lie there and listen to them screw for hours and hours. And damn if they didn’t sound hot.

SHANE

I woke up really wanting to fuck. Yeah, I’d already come like four times the night before, but we all slept in until the early afternoon and I woke up feeling recharged and horny.

But alas, my gorgeous, naked wife was still lying **** on the bed. I glanced down at her slender body—the firm bubble of her ass, the gentle slope of her bare breasts, the rich bronze color of her skin—and felt an extra surge of blood pumping into my morning erection. Her legs were spread slightly apart, practically begging me to stick my mouth between them for a taste of her daintily-trimmed pussy.

But I’d tried waking her up with sex before on a couple occasions, and Ria wasn’t a fan (apparently she can’t “feel sexy” until she’s finished her morning beauty routine). Instead, I delicately extricated myself from her snoozing embrace, slipped on a pair of boxer-briefs to protect my modesty, and tiptoed into the master bathroom.

I thought long and hard about filling up that whirlpool bathtub to give my exhausted muscles a soak, but expediency ultimately won the day. Instead, I walked over to the shower and quickly rinsed off the night’s exertions. By the time I’d finished my own morning ritual, my teeth were clean and my raging hard-on had finally—mercifully—deflated. I was ready to get on with my day.

Until Tracy walked in.

“Morning!” she whispered, sidling up next to me at the sink and wetting her toothbrush.