Ria suggests they all move in together

SHANE

I’d like to say that the four of us kept on fucking for hours more, in an endless all-night sexathon–but after the whirlwind craziness of our adulterous Christmas Eve, we were all falling-down exhausted. We took a group shower to clean up–the women sandwiched between the men–and then agreed it was time for some good old-fashioned sleep.

Unfortunately, we still had one bedroom out of commission (thanks to a gigantic, fallen Christmas tree), meaning we had to get creative with the available space.

“How about a naked slumber party?” Tracy suggested.

Connor and I brought the other mattress downstairs, set it on the floor beside the couch cushions, and we all laid down as a group–each of us snuggling up with our respective “wrong” partner for the night. I finally drifted off to sleep with Tracy’s spectacular nude body in my arms, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest.

…

I awoke on Christmas Day with my erection wedged firmly in the crack of her supple ass. She and Connor were still out cold, but I spotted Ria standing over by the bay windows, looking out at the winter landscape.

“If only I had a canvas and some oil paints,” I sighed, walking up and draping my arms around my beautiful wife. “You’re a vision, standing here like this. Your lithe, naked body, wrapped in this cozy fleece blanket. Your silhouette, framed by the snowy mountain vista…”

Ria relaxed back into my embrace, idly tracing her fingers across my arms. “How do you feel about all this?” she whispered, gesturing back at our sleeping friends.

“Scared. Thrilled. Horny.” I kissed her cheek. “But not in that order.”

“I feel like a different person. Not in a bad way, just–It feels like I’ve been wearing a ‘shell’ or something for my entire life. Does that make any sense? Like a little hermit crab. And now it’s gone. I’ve never felt so vulnerable before.”

I gestured to the fairy tale view of the mountains:

“Honey, I honestly don’t know what’s in store for the four of us, when we all this goes away. When we go home to our regular lives again. I don’t know how this double date is gonna end. But I DO know that I’ll always be there for you, and I’ll always love you. I’ll be your little hermit crab shell, whenever you need one. For always. For better or for worse.”

We kissed, and Ria wrapped her blanket around me to keep us both warm. I felt the twin imprints of her nipples pressing into my bare chest.

Teardrops blossomed in the corners of her eyes. “For better or for worse, huh?”

“Preferably ‘better,’ but yeah. I promise.”

With a coy smile, Ria kissed me again and whispered, “I had a funny idea, before we all went to sleep last night. Actually, maybe it’s not so funny. Maybe it’s kind of wonderful.”

“What was it?”

“I was just thinking, the lease is almost up on Connor’s studio apartment, and Tracy pretty much wants to murder her evil roommate Debbie, and…” she trailed off.

“And what?”

“You and I have been talking about moving into a bigger space for a while now.”

“Wait, are you suggesting–?”

Ever so slightly, she nodded. “What if they, you know, moved in with us? Just to see what it’s like?”

I stared at her like a mute idiot.

“I know, I know. It’s too weird. Stupid idea,” she apologized.