Shane and Tracy admit they love each other

SHANE

“I love you,” she moaned. “I love you so much.”

My cock was still hard inside of her. My vision blurred, and the room spun circles around me once more.

“I… Jesus, Tracy,” I sighed. “I love you, too.”

My words sent a final, orgasmic aftershock through her body.

I was still only half aware, but I knew that what we’d just said was absolutely true. Wonderfully, terribly, incredibly, horrifyingly true. I loved this girl, just as surely as I loved my own wife.

Whatever that meant for the four of us, one thing was certain:

There was no going back after tonight.

...

Tracy and I continued fooling around for the next hour, feeling recharged by the erotic sounds of pleasure coming through the adjoining wall where Ria and Connor were going at it.

Then -- just when Tracy had just squeezed her enormous breasts around my cock to give me another glorious titty fuck -- we both heard what sounded like an explosion coming from the other room.

Tracy and I both reflexively leapt to our feet and ran to help. We flung open the door to the other bedroom–

And found Connor and Ria lying on the floor together, each of them frozen in shock–his erection still halfway inside of her. Less than a foot away from them, a massive fallen pine tree had smashed through the wall and crushed the bed to splinters.

“Holy shit…” Connor blinked in surprise.

“Are either of you hurt?” Tracy shouted.

“We’re okay,” Ria answered, her voice distant. “Connor rolled us both out of the way just in time.”

It was surreal. None of us could decide whether to gawk at each other’s naked bodies, or at the huge piece of nature that had interrupted our special night.

“Thank god you guys are alright,” I sighed. “That noise scared the shit out of me.”

Ria hugged Connor close, then climbed off of him and ran across the room to embrace me. She was shaking like a leaf, and her nude skin was coated with pine needles.

“That was like the scariest thing that’s ever happened!” she sobbed. “I could see it starting to fall towards us, through the window–and I was screaming–but Connor was on top and I couldn’t move!”

“I thought she was screaming, like, sex screams,” Connor blushed. “I realized at the last possible second.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “It’s a miracle you two weren’t crushed.”

Tracy ran over and gave her boyfriend a naked, full-body embrace, as well. “Miracle is right! By all rights it should have been me in that bed tonight. If we hadn’t all swapped partners–I mean, if Ria hadn’t been here to see this thing falling…”

She didn’t have to finish her sentence. A shiver went down my spine, and not just because snow had started blowing inside through the devastated wall. Ria and Connor had narrowly avoided death by evergreen.

“I’ll never look at Christmas trees the same way again,” Connor muttered.

One by one, we all started laughing. Crazed, exhausted, merry laughter. Tears in our eyes. The four of us, naked in that snowy ruin of a bedroom.

Soon as we’d had a second to catch our breath, we quickly dressed and did our best to cope with the situation. The women called the local sheriff’s office, who just advised us to seal off the room as best we could and wait until morning.

Connor and I headed outside with flashlights to check on the damage, which was luckily not as bad as I’d been expecting. The tree trunk had broken on impact, leaving just the very top inside the bedroom, the rest lying harmlessly on the ground. Just to be safe, we did a quick check of the other trees surrounding the property, but none of them looked even remotely threatening.

“Short of a random falling asteroid, the cabin should be pretty safe,” I said.

As we headed back inside, Connor awkwardly mumbled, “So, Shane, are we both cool with what happened? I mean–uh–obviously you and Ria kind of planned it out, but…”

I sighed, remembering the look in Tracy’s eyes when she’d confessed that she loved me earlier that night. Ria and I had planned on fucking them, but we hadn’t planned everything.

“Actually, the four of us should probably have a talk.”

Connor frowned. “Yeah. A talk.”

…

When we got back inside, we found Ria stretched out on the couch in front of the downstairs fireplace–wearing my sweatpants and Connor’s flannel shirt (an oddly appropriate combination, under the circumstances). She was oddly quiet.

“I’ll get a fire up and running,” Connor offered, sensing the awkwardness in the room.

Tracy emerged from the kitchen a moment later, carrying a bottle of dessert wine and four glasses. “Am I the only one here in desperate need of some alcohol?” she laughed.

My heart beat a little bit faster when I saw her. She looked adorable, dressed in button-up pink fleece pajamas. I couldn’t help but picture an obscenely big-breasted teddy bear.

With the fire going and the wine flowing, everyone cozied up together on the sofa. Ria was back on my lap, and Tracy was back on Connor’s. Same as it ever was. If one of our other friends from back home had wandered inside and seen us all there, they’d never have suspected that anything was amiss.

But the tremendous weight of all that had happened still hung precariously in the space above our heads. When our wine glasses were finally empty, my wife looked up at me and whispered, “We heard you two. And I don’t just mean the sex. We heard afterwards, when you said that you loved each other.”

“Oh, honey…” I hugged Ria, but she seemed to have difficulty accepting the embrace.

“It’s okay, really. I was mad for a second, but then–” her gaze drifted to Connor. “Then I looked into Connor’s eyes and realized that I felt exactly the same way about him.”

Connor looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. “Me too,” he said quietly.

It felt like the bottom had dropped out of my stomach. I closed my eyes, reminding myself to keep breathing while my insides tossed around like a lifeboat in a storm.

Tracy poured us all more wine. “Wish this stuff was a little stronger,” she sighed.

Ria wiped fresh tears from her eyes. “It’s my fault. I was the one who pushed for us all to have sex. I was the one who crossed the line. And now that we’ve all actually gone and done it, I don’t know what happens next.”