Ria and Tracy trade partners for the massage

SHANE

My cock stirred.

“What sort of treat?” Connor asked.

Ria was beaming. “How would you boys like it if Tracy and I traded places to give you your massages?”

We both agreed that we’d like it just fine.

Since we were all starting to get light-headed from the heat of the sauna, I suggested that we relocate to the living room, where Connor and I could stretch out on the twin sofas to enjoy full-body rubdowns from the girls.

“Full-body rubdowns, huh?” Tracy teased. “I wonder what’s on HIS mind.”

“What’s to wonder?” I quipped.

Two minutes later, Connor and I were lying comfortably on our stomachs, waiting while the women ran upstairs to fetch some massage oil. I turned to my buddy and waived a disapproving finger at him. “Hey, how do you expect my wife to give you a proper back rub while you’re wearing that stupid bathrobe?”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Merry Christmas,” I grinned, then I turned away as Connor started stripping down. While I had zero desire to see the guy naked, I knew Ria would be delighted with the view.

A moment later, the women came bouncing back down the stairs holding the two bottles of massage oil Ria and I had brought for the trip. They took one look at me and Connor—both of us lying nude on our respective sofas—and let out a pair of wolf-whistles for our benefit.

“Rowr! This is gonna be fun,” Tracy cheered.

As Ria approached Connor, I distinctly heard her whisper, “Mmm, I’ve been waiting a whole year for another chance to get my hands on those muscles.”

Tracy, still dressed in her infernally skimpy bathrobe, climbed up on top of me, her knees resting on either side of my hips. Warm, coconut-scented oil dripped down my body, all the way from my neck into the crack of my ass. I looked over at the other couch and watched as Ria straddled Connor’s back, eagerly rubbing oil into his muscles.

“Shh, close your eyes, give them their privacy,” Tracy whispered, gently turning my head to face the other direction. “And they’ll give us ours.”

I closed my eyes, luxuriated in the feel of Tracy’s slender fingers caressing my bare skin, and forced myself to forget that Ria and Connor were even there.

There was nothing overtly erotic about Tracy’s massage technique, but I was already so insanely aroused that her every touch felt like a red-hot ingot stroking across my oiled skin, kneading the tension from my exhausted muscles.

From my position lying face down on the sofa, I couldn’t actually see what was happening, but I felt Tracy’s weight shift, and an instant later I heard the whoosh of fabric as her bathrobe dropped to the floor at my side.

Meaning the big-breasted girl currently straddling me was totally naked.

As her massage moved lower down my body, Tracy scooted herself back, and I felt the hot, gushing wetness of her cunt lips as they brushed across my lower back, over the curve of my ass, and finally came to a stop resting on my leg.

Her hands moved lower as well—daringly—to gently squeeze the tops of my buttocks. I really wished she would just lose control and start groping me already, but Tracy hesitated to go any further, perhaps nervous about getting too friendly with my body while my wife was right there in the room with us.

Then she removed her hands from my ass and just sat there, shifting her weight awkwardly on my legs.

What had happened? Was something wrong?