Tracy is eating Ria's pussy

SHANE

The women had turned off the lights, and left the bathroom illuminated by a few carefully-placed candles—casting a surreal, flickering glow on the action. The whirlpool bathtub overflowed with a mountain of bubbles. And Ria—my exotic, supermodel wife—was perched on the rim of the tub, her long, dark hair soaked with bath water and clinging to the perky curve of her tits.

She moaned and groaned, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as Tracy—

Woah. Tracy was licking my wife's pussy.

The buxom bombshell knelt on the floor of the tub—her nude body hidden beneath all those foaming white bubbles—and penetrated Ria's cunt with her extended tongue. Ria clenched her thighs around Tracy's head and began frantically thrusting her hips—literally fucking the other girl's face in the candlelight.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It just didn't seem real, watching the two of them go at it like that. Connor and I approached wordlessly, both of us still wearing those silly bathrobes.

"Mmm," Tracy moaned, slurping one of Ria's slick cunt lips into her mouth. "Connor, baby, she tastes so good..."

"God damn," Connor shook his head in bewilderment. I think it's safe to say the guy had never been so horny before in his life.

Ria came abruptly—screaming and spasming and splashing water and bubbles all over the fucking place.

"You are really, really good at that," she sighed, sliding limply back into the bathtub beside Tracy. The two of them kissed, tongues probing each other's mouths. Their soft, soapy breasts squeezed together.

Tracy leaned backwards, thrusting her tits up out of the water, and my wife leaned in, brushing the bubble foam off her friend's bosom and tenderly licking those two rosy nipples to maximum firmness.

"Ahhh," Tracy moaned happily.

Ria met my eyes as an erect nipple plopped out from between her lips. She squeezed her friend's boobs together, creating a mountain of glistening cleavage for my viewing pleasure.

I just grunted with desire.

My incredible wife turned her attention back to Tracy, slowly tracing one hand down the girl's chest and across her navel—then under the water, until she was cupping that sinfully bald pussy against her palm.

"My husband dreams about fucking you," she whispered to Tracy.

"Oh!" Tracy moaned.

"He calls out your name during sex, all the time," Ria continued.

Tracy turned to face me, her mouth going slack.

"He wants to put his cock inside you so bad right now," Ria teased.

"Shane..." Tracy whimpered. She crooked a "come hither" finger in my direction.