Tease them both until midnight, then go for it

RIA

Shane scratched at the dark stubble on his chin and said, “You do realize that, come midnight, it’s officially Christmas, right?”

“Our one year anniversary…”

“Yeah. Hell of an anniversary present to give each other, huh?”

We both laughed nervously. Then Shane took my hands in his and whispered, “Seriously though, let’s say this is our present to one another.”

“Having sex with other people?”

“I know, it’s not exactly normal. But look at it this way: If we’re really going to go through with this, shouldn’t it be something that we give to each other?”

“That’s quite a generous gift.”

“Yeah, from you, too.”

“I guess we must really love each other, giving such thoughtful presents.”

He smiled when I said that.

“So,” I smiled back, “does that mean we have to wait until midnight? Before we unwrap our presents?”

“Exactly,” he grinned, glancing at the clock. “Which gives us exactly nine hours and fourteen minutes to get Connor and Tracy so goddamn horny, they’re begging us for it.”

“Ooh, we get to tease them first. I like it!”

With that in mind, I walked over to my suitcase and retrieved a lacy black bra.

“I wouldn’t go with black lace,” Shane called out.

“You don’t think this bra looks good on me?”

“I think that bra looks amazing on you, honey—but I’m not Connor. The guy’s a fitness nut, you should go for an athletic look.”

I put an amused hand on my hip. “You’re giving me tips on how to seduce your friend?”

He nodded, grinning.

As per Shane’s suggestion, I discarded the black lingerie and wiggled into a skimpy pink sports bra and some stretchy running shorts that barely covered my butt. I completed the look by throwing my hair up into a high pony and putting on just enough makeup to look like I wasn’t wearing any at all.

“Perfect!” Shane grinned. “And remember to keep giving him opportunities to check out your ass—Connor is obsessed with your ass.”

He gave my butt a reassuring squeeze to make his point. I playfully escaped his grasp and retrieved the black silk pajamas I’d bought Shane for his birthday a few months earlier.

“Here, wear these. Tracy loves the feel of silk against her skin.”

“In that case, I’ll have to find some excuses to rub up against her.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I laughed.

I gave my wonderful husband a big kiss on the mouth, and—holding hands—we descended the stairs to meet our friends for a MUCH-delayed breakfast.

SHANE

Ria’s sporty outfit worked even better than I’d expected. When Connor saw my wife walking down the stairs towards him—her horny little nipples blatantly poking through the material of that sports bra—his jaw literally dropped open.

I could tell Ria liked what she saw, too. Connor had stretched a VERY tight blue tee shirt over his muscles, and his baggy basketball shorts did nothing to disguise the erection that had sprung up the moment he’d laid eyes on my wife’s barely clothed body.

Not that I could blame the guy.

Just like Connor, I was also unabashedly sporting a major stiffy, though in all honesty it had less to do with Ria and more to do with the fact that Tracy still wasn’t wearing a bra.

She’d changed into a pair of stretchy black yoga pants and a matching black camisole, with spaghetti straps and a scooped neckline designed to show off every bountiful millimeter of her cleavage.

Ria greeted Connor with a hug and a kiss under the mistletoe, deliberately letting her lips linger just a bit longer than he’d been expecting.

“Hey, get a room!” Tracy teased.

Ria smacked her playfully on the butt. “Speak for yourself, Trace. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in on you and Shane this morning?”

Connor raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Did I miss something?”

“Wait, seriously?” Ria laughed. “You didn’t hear these two moaning in the bathroom?”

“Hey, I was OUT. Like, ‘hybernating bear’ out. After what Tracy here put me through last night, it’s amazing I was able to wake up at all.”

We all laughed.

Tracy gave him a reassuring peck in the cheek and whispered, “What happened is, our two friends here hung up way too much mistletoe around this cabin. A girl can’t even brush her teeth without getting kissed!”

“Speaking of which,” Ria helpfully gestured in my direction.

Tracy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and she skipped over to me, those fabulous tits bouncing with every step. I pulled her in for a kiss—

“Mmm!” she moaned in pleasant surprise, breaking our lip lock to playfully stroke her fingers along the sleeves of my pajama top. “This is silk!”

Then, purring like a cat, she leaned in for another red-hot kiss, rubbing her whole body against me.

Thank you, Ria.

With our good morning kisses out of the way, the four of us went about preparing some much-needed sustenance. But, despite our empty stomachs, Ria and I still made every effort to distract our two sexy friends while we scurried about in the cozy confines of the kitchen.

“Hey Connor?” Ria pouted, “Could you help me reach that bread on the top shelf of the pantry? I’m not quite tall enough.”

If she’d really wanted to, she could have reached it on her tip-toes, but Connor was more than happy to be of assistance—walking up behind my wife and then blushing as she surreptitiously pushed her drum-tight, barely-covered ass backwards against his cock.

Speechless, he grabbed the loaf of sourdough and handed it to her, but Ria purposefully dropped it—

“Whoops!”

—Just so she’d have an excuse to bend over and pick it back up, giving my buddy a good, long eyeful at her butt in those running shorts.

While Connor was busy staring at my wife’s ass, I sidled up behind Tracy and whispered, “Here, let me help you chop those vegetables. Try holding the knife more like this—”

I wrapped my arms around the girl’s oh-so-curvaceous body, taking her hands in my own as I gently guided her actions on the cutting board. Each little slicing movement sent a firm jiggle through Tracy’s bosom.

“You’re really good with your hands,” she teased.

“My pleasure,” I answered, staring straight down her plunging neckline at those enormous, swaying breasts.

I hazarded a look at the clock and groaned. There were still eight and a half hours to go until midnight.