Shane and Ria in one bedroom, Tracy alone in the other, Connor sleeps on the couch downstairs

SHANE

When the time came to turn in for the night, Connor decided to be a gentleman and offered to give Tracy the spare bedroom while he slept downstairs, on the couch. He bid Ria and me goodnight, then turned to his ex-girlfriend and nervously whispered, “Hey, Trace?”

She looked expectantly into his eyes, and for a second we all thought Connor was going to say something meaningful—something that would repair all the hurt and the confusion of the past year—but he choked on his words before they left his throat, and instead he just mumbled, “Sleep tight.”

Tracy was too tongue-tied to do anything but nod.

RIA

I decided to surprise Shane by wearing my sexy new nightie to bed that evening. It was a slinky slip of black satin, with a plunging v-neck and a scandalous hemline that only came about halfway down my butt. Though I’d initially planned on waiting until Christmas morning to bring it out, I so happy to see Connor and Tracy finally starting to get along again that I figured a little celebrating was in order.

“Damn, woman!” Shane gawked as I snuggled up to him beneath the covers. “You could drive a fellow to distraction, looking like that.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He pulled me close and gave my neck a sexy nibble. “So, how well do you think Operation White Christmas is going? Scale of one to ten.”

No sooner had the question escaped his lips, then we both heard our answer: a series of soft, feminine moans coming from Tracy’s bedroom.

Shane’s eyes went wide. “Is she—?”

I nodded, grinning. “Sounds like Tracy was more excited to see Connor than she let on.”

“Mmm! Mmm!” Tracy whimpered on the other side of the wall. She wasn’t getting loud, exactly, just less cautious than before. I idly wondered if Connor could hear her from downstairs.

“These old walls are paper-thin,” Shane laughed quietly. He grew rock hard against my hip and his hands snuck up beneath my slinky nightie to play with my breasts.

“Is she turning you on?” I whispered, kissing along the line of my husband’s collarbone. He gave my nipples a gentle tug—all the prompting I needed to stick my hand down his boxers and fondle his cock. On the other side of the wall, Tracy’s moans and groans grew hot and frantic.

“God, she sounds so sexy,” Shane panted. He slid his free hand up beneath the hemline of my nightie, groping my boobs and my butt at the same time while I pumped his shaft between my fingers.

“Oh yeah…” Tracy cooed. “Oh yeah, oh—mmm!”

Then, with a sudden shriek, she came—much more quickly than either of us expected.

Shane kissed me hard, wildly aroused by the sound of our friend’s orgasm. He rolled me onto my back, messily yanked down his shorts, and mounted me, pushing aside the gusset of my little satin panties and pressing his hot, erect penis against the folds of my cunt—

But he didn’t go any further. We could still hear Tracy in the other room, but she wasn’t fingering herself anymore. She was crying.

Shane grudgingly scooted off of me and we both let out a long, frustrated sigh.

“Poor Tracy,” I whispered. “She must be so confused.”