Connor fingers her until she comes

RIA

"I want to do the same thing Shane and Tracy did.”

“What’s that?” Connor asked, his strong hands already fondling my naked breasts.

I reached down between us and grasped his erection.

“I wanna come,” I pleaded.

With an animal growl, Connor rolled me onto my back and penetrated me with his fingers.

I threw back my head and moaned as he deftly slid his hand in and out of my lubricated slit. So good… So strong… His body pressed down on top of mine and he whispered in my ear:

“Imagine this is my cock inside of you right now. Imagine that I’m fucking you, just like you’ve always wanted.”

I moaned and trembled. My hand started pumping his shaft with reckless abandon. Connor dropped his mouth to my tits and suckled, driving me crazy.

We were in no mood to take our time. It was a mad dash for the finish line, grinding and groaning and thrusting against each other’s hands. I moaned uncontrollably, louder and louder, and the sexy sound of my voice pushed Connor right to the brink—

“Fuck!” he cried out. His cock detonated in my hand, coating it with cum—

I screamed—as always—my body shaking and my world spinning as wave after wave of pleasure came dashing down.

Connor’s warm semen dribbled onto my leg.

I hugged him close in the aftermath, planting grateful little kisses along his neck.

“Thank you, Connor.”

“Hey, don’t thank me. That was awesome!”

I permitted myself one final, satisfying grope of his butt before rolling aside to clean myself up.

“I guess I’d better make myself presentable and rejoin the others in the living room. Have you and Tracy discussed where you’ll be spending the night tonight? I mean, since you’re already here, and she’s already over there…”

“Actually, we’d better not.” His smile turned bittersweet for a moment. “Nice as that sounds, I’m not sure any of us could resist the temptation. And there are some lines we probably shouldn’t cross.”

I grudgingly agreed. Shane and I were already living pretty dangerously, fooling around with our friends on the night before our wedding.

“I’ll call Tracy, tell her it’s safe for her to come back over. See you tomorrow.”

The other girls were blushing deeply when Connor and I returned to the living room. We’d both been noisy—me especially—so there was no hiding what had transpired in the bedroom. Hardly a word was spoken as Connor sheepishly put his clothes back on, bid us all goodnight, and headed out.

Soon as he was gone, Lois turned to me and pointedly asked, “So?”

“So what?”

“So, did Santa Clause come down your chimney this year or not?”

SHANE

Thank god I got to sleep in. After all the excitement the night before, it was almost six in the morning when I finally managed to nod off. But we’d decided to schedule our wedding ceremony in the evening, to allow our guests to enjoy Christmas morning at home with their families.

Upon waking, my night with Tracy felt like nothing more than a dream. For a second, I actually worried that it WAS a dream, until Connor stumbled out of his bedroom—just as tired as I was—and groggily told me how lucky I was to be marrying a girl like Ria.

Strange as it sounds, everything that had transpired the night before somehow made my wedding day less tense. If you’ve ever gotten married, you know how crazy stressful it is trying to make sure everything goes smoothly. Finally satisfying some of the pent-up desire I’d always felt for Tracy had really helped to clear my head.

After an entire year of planning, the actual experience of my wedding flew by in the blink of an eye, with every once-in-a-lifetime experience seemingly played out in fast forward. There was just too much to keep track of in too short a space of time. Looking back, there were only a handful of memories that really stayed with me forever:

The first was the moment I saw Ria walking towards me down the aisle. She was literally breathtaking. So stunning, I briefly forgot how to inflate my lungs. Her dress was an elegant white ball gown, covered with intricate patterns of lace and topped with a strapless corset that pushed up her bust and showed a very healthy amount of cleavage in the process. She’d worn her hair simply—long and straight—so as not to distract from the exotic beauty of her face.

The second memory that really stuck with me was our first dance. Because the songhad heralded our first kiss together in that Tunnel of Love two years earlier, we decided to go with the New Kids on the Block’s “I’ll Be Missing You Come Christmas”—a selection which no doubt made every guest besides Tracy and Connor question our sanity. It was, after all, an objectively terrible piece of music.

But it had sentimental value, and somehow the terribleness just made it charming to Ria and me. It may have been a shitty song, but it was OUR shitty song. I held my bride in my arms, we swayed back and forth to Jordan Knight’s piercing falsetto, and everything just felt perfect. After the sexy fun of our extra-marital escapades the previous night, it was a nice change to share a genuinely romantic moment with one another.

Later in the night, when most of the older guests had gone home and the music had shifted from wedding standards to youthful dance beats, Ria and Tracy started getting their freak on with each other in the middle of the floor, turning plenty of heads in the process. All the bridesmaids looked fantastic in their matching gold dresses, but Tracy was a goddamn knockout. The sweetheart neckline looked like it had been specifically designed to showcase her ample bust. Pillowy cleavage spilled all over the place as she ground her ass against my beautiful wife, and I couldn’t help but imagine how nice it would be to spend an evening in bed with both of them, all to myself.

Connor took me aside and bought me a drink at the bar.

Keeping his voice low, he asked, “So, is everything cool? About what happened last night, I mean. I know we all kind of agreed ahead of time, but I wanted to make sure you—”

“Everything is cool,” I answered, clapping him on the back. “We all had a good time. No regrets.”

“It was a special occasion, right? Once in a lifetime?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Was he implying something? Did I want this to become a recurring thing? Ria and me fooling around with Connor and Tracy?

Did Ria?

Did they?