Shane speaks up

***** Please Note - Parts of this story were written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline

"Hey guys," Shane said. There was a worried expression on his face. "I don't mean to be that guy... again. But, do you think we can switch back for our shower? I'd like to shower with Ria if that's OK."

Tracy, Connor and I exchanged multiple glances, trying to get a read on everything. As much as I wanted to pay Connor back for the spine tingling orgasm he just gave me, how could I say not to my husband wanting me?

"Sorry, baby," I said as I gave Connor's cock one last stroke. "But my husband is calling."

*****

"So why did you want to shower with me?" I asked as I slipped into the shower behind Shane. He shifted to let the water reach me. "Don't get me wrong, I love showering with you, but you can't tell me you didn't want to attack Tracy after that massage."

Shane slid between be and the water but pulled me close. I melted into his warm embrace.

"Believe me," he said. "I did. But you're my wife and we have big plans to spend tonight with Tracy and Connor and after tonight who knows what will happen so I wanted to take a moment to be with you." He brushed the wet hair from my face. "Only you."

Then he kissed me and, for a moment, everything else faded away. We didn't have sex. Not that I didn't try but Shane wanted to wait for Tracy so for the next twenty minutes or so we just kissed and caressed each other under the hot shower until we were both starting to get wrinkly.

"What do you think they're talking about in there?" I asked as we settled back in our room. We could hear Tracy and Ria talking through the door in the hallway but we couldn't make out what they were saying.

Shane didn't even hear me. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Still naked from our shower. I was back pacing around the bedroom like an anxious kitten, unconsciously nibbling away at my manicure.

All throughout the day, we'd all been groaning like wild animals, licking and sucking and kissing and coming one after the other in a haze of pleasure. We'd gone right up to the edge; done everything, except the ONE thing. The one thing that there'd be no way for us to un-do.

The one thing that, deep down, we all knew we wanted.

Five hours from now-if all went to plan-Shane and I would finally be living out our longtime fantasies by having sex with our incredible best friends. But, in the meantime, I was just about ready to pull my hair out from all the anxiety. And I really like my hair.

Shane finally noticed my frantic pacing. He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I just can't believe this is actually going to happen. These next few hours are going to crawl by. What are we going to do? Eat dinner and just pretend the whole time that we don't want to just fuck each others brains out?"

"I'm not sure," Shane said with a laugh. "Maybe we didn't think this all the way through."

Suddenly, we heard Connor and Tracy's footsteps approaching from the hallway. We quickly hopped into some casual clothes and opened the door to greet them.

"Hi," Tracy waved, nervous. She was dressed in a fuzzy white Christmas sweater, her hair up in a playful ponytail. Beside her, Connor had on his old faded bomber jacket and blue jeans.

Seeing the two of them standing outside our bedroom, I was struck with a sudden case of déjà vu, but I couldn't quite figure out why...

Then Shane solved it for me:

"Those are the same clothes you guys wore on our very first double date, three years ago."

Tracy blushed, "Remember how we were talking about 'what if,' earlier? Well, when me and Connor were getting dressed just now, we realized that, totally randomly, we'd both brought the clothes from our first date with you guys-funny coincidence, huh?"

Connor locked eyes with me: "And we got to thinking, what if it was like a sign or something? A sign that maybe tonight we could all finally give that big 'what if' the chance it deserves?"

A brief but heavy silence filled the space between us, then Connor asked, "Ria, would you go out with me?"

I blinked, "What?"

"On a date," he explains. "Just the two of us. Just for tonight. Like we were supposed to do, three years ago."