Time for a massage

RIA

I watched them, watching us—silently praying that they would both just lose control and join in, stripping off their bathrobes and enveloping me in an ecstatic four-way of kisses and bodies.

But alas, it was not to be. The two of them just continued to sit there, silently transfixed by the show we were putting on.

Well, foursome or no foursome, Shane’s cock was definitely doing the trick, and I was quickly passing the point of no return.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god!”

My throat burned from gasping up desperate lungfuls of heated sauna air, and a rolling orgasm pushed through my body—starting in my tummy, then pushing outwards until I swore that my every nerve was humming with pleasure.

“Aaahhh!!!”

I lost it, screaming and moaning. Honey poured out of me—liberally coating Shane’s balls in the process.

When I finally calmed back down, I realized that Shane was still rock hard inside of me.

“Baby, you didn’t come?” I moaned.

Shane shook his head, gasping for breath. He whispered in my ear: “Not just yet. I’m still saving that for what happens after midnight.”

His gaze was pointedly fixed on Tracy when he said it. My pussy spasmed one last time.

Both of our friends looked like they’d stopped breathing altogether, they were so turned on. Tracy finally managed to croak out, “You guys are so fucking sexy! Oh my god! That was insane! I’m seriously like the horniest I’ve ever been.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Connor nodded.

I delicately climbed off of Shane, continuing to slowly stroke his slick erection for our friends’ voyeuristic benefit.

“Payback for last night,” I smirked.

Tracy just shook her head in amusement. “If we looked half that sexy last night, then no wonder you guys ran upstairs and started screaming our names.”

As she said it, I noticed Tracy couldn’t tear her eyes off of my husband’s penis.

SHANE

“You like what you see, Tracy?” Ria teased, giving my exposed cock an extra little squeeze for emphasis.

Caught, Tracy blushed and glanced awkwardly over at Connor, but he just smiled. “Hey, go ahead and look. I know I’m enjoying the view of Ria over there.”

He draped a reassuring arm around Tracy, the gesture sliding her robe down off her shoulders, exposing the tops of her glistening breasts.

She was preposterously sexy: cheeks flushed with arousal, tits practically spilling out of her bathrobe, long, wet hair clinging to the shape of her curves. The girl’s wide green eyes were fixated on my cock.

Connor absent-mindedly started kneading her exposed shoulders.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Tracy purred. “I could totally go for a massage right now.”

“Me too, me too,” Ria grinned, turning her beautiful naked back to me.

For the next few minutes, Connor and I silently enjoyed rubbing our women’s backs, necks, and shoulders while they cooed with pleasure.

I kept a close eye on Tracy’s robe, watching with bated breath as Connor’s massage gradually loosened it—more and more every minute—revealing a torturous display beautiful smooth skin.

Eventually, the belt loosened so much that Tracy’s robe all but fell off her body, held up only by the angle of her arms and the slope of her bosom. Her nipples were still covered, but every glorious inch of skin between them was exposed—including about 90% of her truly epic breasts.

“Okay, now it’s the guys’ turn!” Tracy said at last.

Ria nodded, “Yeah! And since they were so chivalrous about letting us have our massages first—I say we give them both a special treat.”