The shower -- while Connor and Ria fool around in the tub

SHANE

Then, with Ria and Connor both watching us, Tracy gently clutched my penis and led me into the big glass shower with her.

A second later, we were madly Frenching beneath the hot, steamy spray.

I'm usually a fairly gentle lover—tender and romantic, teasing and sensual—but at that moment something in me just snapped, and I assaulted Tracy's body with animal hunger. I squeezed her huge boobs, dropped my face to her cleavage, and greedily suckled her nipples.

"Oh yes—yes!" she shouted.

She squeezed out a dollop of soap into her hand and closed it around my shaft, frantically pumping.

"Shane, look," she moaned.

Tracy was pointing out through the fogged-up shower glass, where Connor and Ria were standing upright in the bathtub, grinding their naked bodies together. I groaned with a mixture of lust and jealousy as Connor spun my wife around and dropped to his knees, kissing her back as he went, until his face was pressed firmly against the cushion of Ria's firm buttocks.

RIA

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" I stammered, feeling Connor's tongue swirling across the naked globes of my ass. I leaned forward, supporting my weight against the rim of the tub and thrusting my rear right into my studly lover's face.

Inside the shower, I could clearly make out the foggy shapes of Shane and Tracy, groping and kissing like a couple of teenagers. Tracy turned to face me and Connor, wiggling her butt against my husband's cock while he reached around to fondle her breasts.

Suddenly, I felt Connor's teeth clamp down on my ass and I could no longer bear to sit by as a passive observer. I twirled around and pushed Connor into a seated position against the edge of the tub, then I straddled his muscular body—pressing my excited pussy against his chiseled abs.

Our lips brushed together for a teasing instant, and then Connor's tongue was in my mouth and his powerful arms were holding my body with no hope of escape. My sensitive nipples grazed back and forth against the musculature of his chest, sending bursts of pleasure shooting through my body.

I'd already come three times—from screwing Sane in the sauna, from Connor's massage on the sofa, and from Tracy's tongue just a few minutes earlier—so it wasn't likely to happen again just quite yet. But holy shit it felt good just being naked in that bathtub, making out with the figment of all my fantasies.

Besides, just because I probably wasn't going to come, didn't mean HE couldn't.

I scooted backwards, one inch at a time, until Connor's warm shaft was trapped snugly in the cleft of my ass. Gently, I clenched my buttocks around him—

"Ah!" he grunted.

I dropped my tongue to his chest, licking his nipples while my butt muscles squeezed and milked the guy's cock.

With an almost angry snarl of lust, Connor grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back—until my wet, glistening breasts were pointed right at his face. He dove in, rubbing his face on my cleavage and stroking his tongue firmly across my engorged nipples.

I hazarded a glance over at the shower and groaned at the sight: Tracy's enormous bare boobs were pressed up against the glass door, her breath fogging the glass in front of her face. Shane stood behind her, watching me and Connor—grinding his dick against the meat of Tracy's ass.

Connor finally released my breasts from his mouth and I managed to catch a few desperate breaths to keep from fainting.

"I want to fuck you, Ria," he panted.