Set up for the Operation

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SHANE

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The place was enormous, especially from the perspective of two people who'd spent our entire lives living in apartments. I'm not even sure the word "cabin" really did it justice—the space was cozy and rustic without feeling tacky, and there wasn't a single piece of taxidermy in sight. No creepy moose heads staring at us from the wall while we ate our dinner.

Instead, we found a beautiful antique pool table, and—much to our delight—a cedar sauna.

"That looks very interesting," Ria observed with a wink.

Each new, luxurious amenity we came across inspired another erotic fantasy for my overactive imagination. The bathroom boasted a huge, walk-in shower and a spacious whirlpool bathtub. I envisioned all sorts of combinations of Ria and Tracy rubbing their soapy bodies against me while we went at it in that bathroom. A guy can dream, can't he?

After we settled in, Ria surprised me with an early Christmas present: a box filled to the brim with mistletoe.

"Part of 'Operation White Christmas,'" she explained with a wink. "When you're standing under the mistletoe, you've got to kiss whoever you're with, right? So what better way than to help get Connor and Tracy back together than by booby-trapping the cabin before they get here? We'll hang this stuff up everywhere—over every doorway, in the sauna, by the pool table—it'll be like a kissing version of Home Alone."

"And if I'm caught under the mistletoe with Tracy, or if you're caught under it with Connor..."

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to take one for the team and give them a kiss."

I shook my head, amused. "This is gonna be an exciting week, isn't it?"

"I sure hope so," she giggled, taking a sprig of mistletoe out of the box and holding it above my head. I quickly kissed her on the lips. "Well, what do you know? It really works."

"Seems that way, but I think we need one more test, just to make sure."

Teasing, I took the mistletoe from her and lowered it until it was right in front of my crotch. I gave Ria an expectant smile, and she burst out laughing.

"Hey, rules are rules," I taunted.

"You're gonna make me eat my words, huh?" she asked.

I didn't need to answer. My beautiful wife dropped to her knees and obediently unzipped my fly.

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The next morning, Ria and I ran around like crazy preparing the place ready for Operation White Christmas. We swept and dusted the whole cabin from top to bottom, lit some scented candles (Ria's idea), and strung up romantic twinkle lights in the living room and both bedrooms. We also put Ria's mistletoe everywhere we could manage.

"I have one more surprise," Ria said as she hung up the last mistletoe.

"What else could you possibly have thought of?" I asked.

"Conner cannot come until tomorrow," she said. "He couldn't get off work. So you have a full day with just me and Tracy."

"Oh yea?" I said.

"Yea," Ria replied. She shot me a mischevious smile then grabbed me and pulled me under the mistletoe. I groaned as she pressed her lips to mine, parting them with her tongue. "Looks like they work."

I grabbed her ass and squeezed, lifting her up onto the pool table. I began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Tracy is going to be here soon," Ria said, breaking our kiss.

"Well then no time for this then," I answered, halting with my buttons and instead dropping my pants in one motion. Ria's pants and thong joined my jeans on the floor. I groaned as she wrapped her slender hand around my cock and pulled me between her legs.

"I love you," I moaned.

"This weekend is going to be amazing."

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RIA

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Shane and I had just gotten our shirts back over our heads when we heard the doorbell ring. My hair was a mess and my clothes weren't quite on right but we made our way to the front door where Tracy was waiting.

"Oh my god, you guys, this place is HUGE!" she said as she stepped through the door into the foyer. She was wearing a too-tight turtleneck that got Shane's attention with the way it clung to her humongous breasts. She embraced both of us with a tandem hug:

"Ahem," I coughed, pointing up at the mistletoe overhead.

Tracy smiled naughtily at me and planted a nice, wet smooch on my lips, leaving behind a lingering taste of peppermint lipgloss.

"And..." I said, motioning my eyes toward Shane. Tracy obliged and made a show of her liplock with my husband.

"Ooh, I like your lipgloss," I giggled, licking my tingling lips.

While Tracy busied herself settling in upstairs, I grabbed Shane aside and gave him an excited kiss of his own. I didn't want to be explicit, to give him directions or anything, but I did hope this could be the night that he could "get even" with Tracy. I didn't have any specific plans but I couldn't think of a better time than now. I just hoped Shane got my telepathic messages.

We gave Tracy a tour, making sure to kiss under every misteltoe.

"Man, you guys really rigged this place up," Tracy said. "If I weren't so smart, I'd think there was some kind of agenda to get us to make out with each other all weekend."

"Now that's not something I would do, would it?" Ria asked, giving her what had to be the fifth kiss on the tour.

Eventually we made our way back downstairs to the couch where we caught up a bit over some drinks. Tracy complained to Ria about the new guy that we hired. Shane told her about the snowball fight and snowman. After a few more drinks we all stumbled outside into the snow and found ourselves tossing snowballs and making snow angels. Shane resorted to tackling us, making sure to get extra grabby. Soon, as the sun started to set and we all started to get hungry, we made our way back inside where we shed our snow clothes.

"I feel like I need a nice, warm shower," I announced as I pulled a cold, soggy sock off and tossed it to the floor. "Who'd like to join me?" I darted my eyes between Shane and Tracy.

"You know I'm game," Shane said excitedly. He looked anxiously at Tracy.

"I think I'll let you two go at it," Tracy said. "I don't want to cramp you."

"We could make room," I said seductively, hoping she'd take the hint that I really wanted her to join us.

"I'll get the clothes in the dryer," she said.

"Suit yourself!" I chided as I grabbed Shane's arm and pulled him upstairs with me. As much as I wanted to make it clear I wanted her to join us, I didn't want to badger her too much and make things uncomfortable.

Shane and I took our time in the shower. I hoped that Tracy would be sitting on the couch thinking of what we were doing. Of what she could be doing to Shane. I'd never told her Shane had a pass to "mess around" with her in the way that Conner and I had. Second base, if you will. But I had to imagine she wouldn't stop him.

"Oh fuck, Ria, I'm gonna cum," Shane growled. I pulled his dick from my mouth and pointed it at my chest. With another groan he blew his load all over my tits.

We toweled off and made our way to the hallway wrapped in just a towel each to cover our modesty. Suddenly, Tracy stepped into the hall. The two of us nearly crashed right into her she caught us by such surprise.

"Oops," Tracy said with what seemed like a feigned remorse. "Sorry, about that. I didn't see you coming."

"Oh, umm," I stammered. "Shower's open."

Tracy looked up. We followed her eyes to one of the mistletoe. She looked down at us and smiled.

"You guys made the rules," she said with a grin.

"And I'm glad I did," I responded. Then I leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. Tracy closed her eyes, returning the kiss. Her arms went around me and I felt her tits press against mine.

"Your turn," she said, turning to Shane. She reached up and pulled him in. Shane opened his mouth and her tongue slid into his.

"I should get cleaned up," she said, breaking the kiss suddenly, leaving Shane in a visible haze. She parted between us and made her way down the hall to the bathroom. Shane and I gawked as Tracy pulled her shirt over her head then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, discarding it to the floor. We watched her breasts bounce, peaking out from behind as she closed the bathroom door behind her.