No, they keep it quiet

RIA

But I didn’t want to wake the guys. This moment belonged to Tracy and me, and I planned on keeping it that way. Luckily, our height difference put my soon-to-be screaming lips at exactly the same level as my friend’s more-than-ample chest, so I filled my mouth with the pillow of her tit and let it muffle my ecstatic cries.

Below, Tracy writhed against my hand, gasping and panting as her whole body thrashed noisily into the bed springs. A second later, she went off like a shot, powerfully clenching her pussy around my fingers. I cupped my free hand over her mouth to silence the girl, and she responded by hungrily biting down on my pinky—

“Whoa!” I arched my back and came so hard that I practically broke myself in half.

Exhausted, Tracy and I fell into each other’s loving embrace.

“I love you so much, I love you so much…” she held me close and just kept repeating herself, over and over.

“I love you too, sweetie.”

That seemed to satisfy the girl, who was so spent that she passed out in my arms.

It took me quite a bit longer to get to sleep. I was still reeling from what had just happened. Tracy was gorgeous, sure, but I’d never in a million years expected that I would actually have SEX with her! What did it say about me? What did this mean for us as friends? And what about Shane? Granted, my husband had told me a million times over the years how hot he got thinking about Tracy and me together, but it was still gonna be a weird conversation explaining to him that his fantasy had ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

It took some doing, but I finally managed to set aside all the unanswerable questions and drifted off to sleep, snuggling up against Tracy’s naked body.

The room smelled of sex.

SHANE

I woke up still sporting the same raging erection I’d had the night before. My all-too vivid dreams had been more like pornography: An endless succession of lewd scenes featuring my wife and Tracy, fucking each other in every way imaginable. I wonder what brought that on?

In any case, I was awake and everyone else was still asleep. I decided to be nice and cook breakfast—but as I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen, the sound of my approach woke Connor.

“Whatcha doin’?” he slurred, still groggy.

“Making breakfast for everyone.”

“Alright, gimme a sec, I’ll help. I can make everybody toast or something.”

Connor’s culinary expertise didn’t really extend beyond mixing protein shakes, so he wasn’t a ton of help in the kitchen. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the company and it gave us a chance to talk about what was going on.

“So, I take it this is all some sort of set-up?” he asked. “You and Ria, trying to get me and Tracy back together?”

“And here I always thought you were just a dumb jock.”

“Hey, that’s ‘Officer Dumb Jock’ to you, buddy.”

I cracked a smile. “Look, you’re both adults, and I can’t tell you what to do—but as your friend it is my responsibility to tell you what I see—and what I see is the two of you, still unhappy a year after breaking up.”

“We had our reasons,” he shrugged.

“Your reasons suck, man. I’m sorry, but they do. Look, I get it—you wanna be ‘Connor the eternal bachelor.’ It’s a cool persona and it’s how you see yourself. But that doesn’t mean it’s who you actually are.”

The warmth drained from his face. “Or, maybe it IS who I actually am. I don’t want to get married, dude.”

“Then don’t! But that doesn’t mean you should turn your back on a girl who makes you happy. Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

“I don’t know! I just… Forget it.”

The toast he was making popped up out of the toaster, burnt and charred beyond recognition. We exchanged a glance, and then both burst out laughing.

“Apparently, I CAN’T make toast,” he joked.

“Maybe instead of becoming an expert pool player you should have spent some time learning to feed yourself.”

“Chicks dig a guy who can play pool.”

“Maybe, but WOMEN prefer a guy who can cook them dinner.”

Connor nodded, acquiescing defeat. Then, still laughing, he said, “My dad’s a sack of shit, you know?”

The casual comment caught me totally off-guard. Ria and I both knew that Connor wasn’t on speaking terms with his family, but we really didn’t know why. The topic had always been 100% off-limits. He literally never talked about them, ever.

“Yeah, I figured,” I said, not knowing how else to respond.

“He’s an angry drunk. Was always beating up on my mom and me—least until she ran off and I started weight lifting. But when I was a kid, he was always going on and on about how my mom ruined his life, and how she never wanted to fuck him, and blah blah bitter bullshit.” He sighed. “See, I know there’s other people in the world who are objectively a lot worse than him—terrorists, dictators, whatever—but my dad is still my personal least-favorite human being on the planet. I don’t want to be anything like him.”

“You’re not!” It came out louder than I’d intended.

“Yeah, but I never had that example, you know? The only thing I ever learned about relationships was how not to do things; how miserable people can get when they’re trapped together for their whole lives. Anyway, sorry, I don’t like talking about this stuff, let me try again with that toast.”

As he headed back to the pantry I called after:

“Hey, I never met your dad, but from the way you describe him, I’d guess that his real problem wasn’t that he hated being stuck living with your mom his whole life. It was that he hated being stuck living with himself.”

Connor didn’t say anything more about it. His second attempt at toast came out much better than the first.

The four of us had a blast in the snow that afternoon, goofing around with no real agenda other than acting like a bunch of kids. We built a traditional snowman, but Tracy made a spectacle of removing the big carrot I had used for a nose and she put it in his crotch, instead.

“Why, Mister Snowman!” she cooed, gently stroking his erect vegetable with her mittens. “Is that a carrot in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Our snowman turned out to be a pretty lucky guy. Tracy and Ria took turns fellating the guy’s pointy orange phallus, and then for an encore they both went down on him at once—teasingly licking and kissing in tandem up and down his shaft while they moaned orgasmically about how delicious he was. Not exactly helping me calm down my runaway imagination regarding what they’d gotten up to the night before.

And I’d never wanted to be a carrot so badly in my entire life.

“Both you ladies better make sure to swallow,” Connor joked, “I hear snowman cum is high in Vitamin C.”

Ria and I both laughed, but Tracy completely lost it. She was holding onto so much nervous tension that Connor’s corny little joke temporarily broke her mind or something, and the poor girl turned red in the face and giggled so furiously she could barely breathe.

“Vitamin C! Oh my god! HAHAHAHA!!!”

Her resulting case of the hiccups lasted two hours.

For his part, Connor seemed pretty pleased with himself for making Tracy laugh so hard, and he spent the rest of the day making a complete ass of himself trying to duplicate the results. I know Ria and I eventually got a little tired of the guy’s constant attempts at humor, but Tracy clearly appreciated the effort he was making for her.

When the sun finally started to set, my wife took me aside and suggested that she and I head into town for a nice, romantic dinner—to give our two friends some alone time at the cabin.