The women swap laps and they all talk about what happened

SHANE

Tracy got up to fetch some more booze, and as soon as she’d vacated Connor’s lap, my wife scooted over to take her place.

“Merry Christmas, to me,” she giggled again, and sensually kissed my buddy on the lips.

Tracy returned a moment later with a bottle of honey bourbon, and smiled the sight of Ria and Connor making out. With Connor’s lap now occupied, she headed for mine.

“So Ria…” Tracy teased, settling her soft buttocks down onto my lap. “Since we all agreed to share, you’ve gotta tell me: how was it, finally fucking my boyfriend?”

Ria blushed. “Amazing.”

“Come on, give us details!” Tracy giggled.

Ria stroked a loving finger across Connor’s chin, then quickly kissed him again. “At one point, Connor actually lifted me into the air and fucked me standing up. I’ve never done anything like that before, it was like something out of a porno movie!”

“Ooh sounds like fun,” Tracy said.

“What about you, Trace?” Connor asked. “How was it being with Shane, after all these years of build-up?”

“Sooo good,” she purred, wiggling her hips on my lap. “Shane tied me up, and blindfolded me, and teased me so bad I wanted to scream.”

“I teased YOU?” I laughed. “What about that see-through nightie you wore to bed? You looked so sexy I couldn’t even remember my own name.”

“Aww, thanks.” Tracy pressed her soft, pouty lips to mine. Instinctively, I cupped her breast in my hand and trailed kisses down her neck.

Tracy turned to Connor while I nibbled at her throat:

“How about you, stud? How was your first time with Ria?”

“Yeah, what was it like having sex with my wife?” I asked.

Connor turned red, refusing to look at me. “It was good,” he mumbled.

“Just ‘good?’ That’s it?” I teased.

He laughed. “Okay, fine! It was awesome! Seriously, I don’t even know where to start. Ria was on fire the whole time. First, she wrapped her wet panties around my cock, then she rode me cowgirl, then she crawled away from me and, like, waggled her insanely fine ass in the air until I fucked her from behind.”

He emphasized his story by squeezing my wife’s butt.

Tracy gasped, “Did you fuck her in the ass?”

“Uh, no,” Connor said, blushing again.

Ria quirked an eyebrow at him. “Did you want to?” she asked.

Tracy burst out laughing. “Are you kidding?! Anal sex is like one of Connor’s all-time biggest ‘Ria fantasies.'”

Connor gulped. “Well, yeah–I mean, if that’s alright.”

“I haven’t had anal sex in years,” Ria said. “It’s not really Shane’s thing, so we never do it.”

Connor looked at me like I was crazy.

“But,” Ria whispered into Connor’s ear, “Maybe that can be my Christmas present to you.”

I smiled at Tracy, “And what would you like for Christmas, little girl? Got any ‘Shane fantasies?'”

“Ooh, I’ve got a bunch, but there is one in particular…”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’re such a talented painter, I’ve always dreamed about having you paint me. Naked.”

“You mean like a nude portrait?”

“No, I mean, like–you know how they paint those bikini models in Sports Illustrated? The body paint? I think it would be so hot to take off all my clothes and have you do that.”

I hugged her tightly. “Tracy, in real life that takes like ten hours and makes you smell like toxic waste.”

“Oh,” she deflated. “I guess it wouldn’t be quite as sexy as I imagined, then.”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll figure something out. I think painting you would be just about the sexiest thing ever.”

Ria looked over at me and called out, “Okay Shane, now it’s your turn to tell us how much you enjoyed your night with Tracy. Was it everything you hoped for? Tell us the truth.”