Shane

***** Please Note - Parts of this story were written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline

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SHANE

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This next part is going to sound like Deja vu but - I woke up really wanting to fuck. Yeah, I'd already come like five times the day before, but Ria and I slept in until the early afternoon and I woke up feeling recharged and horny once again.

I couldn't help but admire my gorgeous wife, once again passed out in bed, naked as the day she was born. Images of last night flashed through my brain as my gaze drifted up and down her sexy body - The way her breasts looked all covered in my cum. Her beautiful eyes looking up at me as she sucked my cock in the shower. Her perfect, pink pussy lips and swollen little clit that I spent so much time worshiping. The way her face was so twisted in pleasure as she rode me like a banshee. I could feel my dick swelling in my boxers. I couldn't believe I was this horny.

On one hand, I had cum five times in the past twenty four hours. On the other hand, it was not hard to see why as I took one more glance at my wife before heading down the hall toward the bathroom.

Whirlpool jacuzzi, here I come, I thought, clapping my hands and rubbing them together in anticipation. I opened the door and-

There was Tracy. Brushing her teeth.

You've got to be shitting me.

"Hey," Tracy said looking over her shoulder.

"I think there's been a glitch in the Matrix," I said. I shook my head and blinked my eyes a few times. Tracy giggled. "Have you been waking up and coming in here and just waiting for me to walk in?"

"I'm not going to confirm nor deny that," she said, spitting out a mouthful of frothy toothpaste. She looked just as immaculate as she had yesterday morning though, this time, she wasn't wearing a robe. Instead she had on one of Connor's white, cotton undershirts. Just as yesterday, however, the undershirt didn't do much to cover Tracy's bottomless bottom. In fact, Connor's shirt was probably a good six inches shorter, barely making it past her hips. This shirt, which was made for a much more muscular, male physique was still stretched to its limit around Tracy's curvy figure. The poor fabric was stretched so thin around Tracy's chest, the pink color of her nipples were clearly visible and her breasts threatened to burst the shirt wide open if she were to stretch her arms out wide.

"So," Tracy said, leaning back against the countertop. She paused as she looked me up and down. "Is that an erection in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

I burst out laughing even before she finished the sentence. Toothpaste flew from my mouth, some out my nose and all over the sink.

"Jesus, Tracy," I said. I splashed water over my face in an attempt to clean myself.

"I think that's the first time you've said that in a non-sexual way this weekend."

"Probably," I chuckled.

"Well would you look at that." I followed Tracy's gaze up over my head to where a mistletoe hung. It wasn't where it was hung yesterday. Somebody had moved it. I was beginning to wonder more and more if Tracy really had staged this interaction.

"There are some things I remember being a bit different yesterday," I said sarcastically. A wicked grin crept across Tracy's lips as she stepped toward me.

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Then she kissed me.

Fuck.

Her lips. Goddammit her lips were incredible. So soft and luscious. And her tits.

Jesus, I was fondling her tits. And her hands.

God, her hands were in my shorts, grabbing hungrily at my ass. And my cock.

Shit, my cock was slipping from my shorts, rubbing against her stomach. And her nipples.

Fuck, her shirt had ridden up and my fingers rubbed her hard, exposed nipples.

I felt like someone had taken the events from yesterday and run them through AI, filtering them just enough to make them seem new.

Tracy grabbed my erection and began pumping - HOLY FUCK THAT FELT GOOD. Our tongues and lips mashed together, drinking fire. Moaning, groaning—

Finally I pulled away from our kiss. Tracy attacked my neck with her tongue.

"We still can't actually fuck," I said, panting heavily.