"Actually, the four of us should have a talk"

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

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SHANE

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

Connor frowned. "Yeah. A talk."

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Connor didn't help too much but he managed to cut up the fruit without slicing off any fingers and he only burnt a few pieces of toast. He also maganed to get a nice fire going in the fireplace. When the girls came downstairs, the kitchen was a mess but there were fresh-cooked pancakes with a strawberry glaze, a fruit salad of watermelon, kiwi, grapes, and canteloupe, and enough sourdough toast for each of us to have seconds.

"Holy shit, it smells amazing in here," Tracy said as the girls walked through the door. She was still wearing my sweatpants and sweatshirt and I was hoping nothing else. Ria wore a pair of my sweatpants and Connor's flannel shirt - an appropriate combination given the circumstances.

"We really didn't plan well last night," Ria said, holding her stomach to accentuate her hunger. "It was Christmas Even night. Nothing was open!"

"Yea, luckily that bakery let us in," Connor chimed in. "Otherwise we would have starved to death out there."

"Yea, Shane and I got snacks from a gas station," Tracy said. "And we were so horny when we got home we didn't even consider eating anything."

There was a silence as the four of us sat down at the table. We all knew what was next, what part of the night we were moving toward discussing.

"Who needs a drink?" Tracy piped up. She grabbed the whisky for Connor and I and some Irish Cream for her and Ria. We tried to make some small talk as we scarfed down our breakfast but there was no avoiding it. We all knew it had to be talked about and, as usual, I would have to be the one to bring it up.

"So..." I said. I looked at Connor and Ria who looked up from their stack of pancakes. "We, uh. Tracy and I, we. Well-"

"We heard you," Ria jumped in. "I'm not talking about the sex, though we did hear that too." We all smiled and shook our heads. "We heard you when said you love each other."

"Yea," I said. "We were caught up in the moment and-"

"You meant it," Ria cut me off again.

Tracy and I looked at each other sheepishly.

"We did," I admitted.

"I know you did," Ria said. "Because I feel the same way about Connor." There was a strange mix of relief and tension in her response.

Connor looked down at the table and swallowed hard. "And I feel the same way about Ria," he said quietly. "I love her."

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. Ria, seeing the look on my face, began welling up.

Tracy topped off our coffees with some more liquor.

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."

She looked at me, anxiously biting her lip. So beautiful. I extended my arm, inviting her onto my lap. As she settled into me, I somehow found my voice and answered, "Listen, what happened last night wasn't any one person's fault. We're all guilty, right?"

The others nodded.

I continued, "We're all guilty, because we all wanted it to happen. No, scratch that—we all NEEDED it to happen. And that need has always been there, below the surface, every time the four of us have been together. We've spent three years clinging to a lie, because it's been the safest path."

The log in the fireplace cracked and spat out a swirl of sparks. Ria fidgeted uncomfortably. "What do you mean, a lie?" she asked.

I kissed her on the forehead. "Sweetie, the truth is, we aren't 'the double date that didn't end.' We never were. We aren't two couples who do everything together."

"What are you talking about?" Connor asked.

I kissed my wife on the mouth. "Do you love me?" I asked.

She nodded. "Always."

"Now kiss Connor," I said.

Connor threw me a confused look, but I gestured that it was okay. Tentatively, Ria leaned away from me and locked lips with the other man. I took a deep breath, willing away the knot in my stomach.

"Do you also love Connor?" I asked.

Ria nodded again, tearing up.

"Now kiss Tracy."

With much less reluctance, Ria took her best friend's head in her hands and planted a sweet, lingering smooch on the girl's lips.

"And do you love her, too?" I asked.

"Yes, of course."

"THAT's who we are, honey. We aren't two separate couples, we're Shane, Ria, Connor, and Tracy. Four people who love each other. Period. And that love means a different thing for each of us. You love Connor? That's okay, because I love Connor, too. I just don't want to have sex with him."

"Same to you, dude," Connor grinned. Everyone laughed.

I continued, "I know it's not normal or average or who knows what. Maybe it's not what we all planned on when we were teenagers listening to love songs on the radio. But it's us."

"But what does that mean?" Connor asked. "Are we all really okay with swapping partners? Like, just whenever? It's not gonna make anyone jealous?"

I sighed, "I have no idea. Honestly, we probably will get jealous. I know I got jealous yesterday, watching you in that bathtub with Ria."

Connor turned red.

"BUT," I added, "not in the same way I'd be jealous if I ever saw Ria with some other guy. Not even close. And you know what? I was every bit as jealous two nights ago, when I saw you fucking Tracy on the pool table. I think jealousy is just something we'll have to learn to live with, no matter what we decide to do."

Ria nodded, "Last year, a couple days before our wedding night, I told Shane that I would be 'okay' with it if he fooled around with Tracy. But ONLY with Tracy. No other woman. For some reason, it doesn't feel like cheating when it's with the two of you."

"There you go, I guess that's a 'yes' to your question about swapping whenever we want," I said, looking at Connor.

"How about we don't call it 'swapping?'" Tracy interjected. "I don't like that word."

"Then what?" Ria asked.

Tracy's eyes brightened. "Sharing," she suggested.

"Ooh, I like that!" Ria giggled. "We don't 'swap' and we don't 'swing.' We 'share' ourselves with each other! Really gets into the Christmas spirit, doesn't it?"

We all smiled at the thought. I hugged Ria again, and this time she hugged me back wholeheartedly.

"Sharing it is, then," I said. "As of tonight, we all share with each other."

"Merry Christmas, to us," Ria whispered. She kissed me on the lips then got up and sat down on Connor's lap.

"Merry Christmas, to me," she giggled again, and sensually kissed my buddy on the lips.

With Connor's lap now occupied, Tracy headed for mine.

"So Ria..." Tracy teased, settling her soft buttocks down onto my lap. "Since we all agreed to share, you've gotta tell me: how was it, finally fucking my boyfriend?"

Ria blushed. "Amazing."

"Come on, give us details!" Tracy giggled.

Ria stroked a loving finger across Connor's chin, then quickly kissed him again. "Well, it's actually a bit of a long story." Connor laughed and Tracy and I looked at each other, intrigued.

"Well as we mentioned, nothing was open," Ria began. "We found a bakery with the lights still on and these cute little old ladies let us in and gave us some pastries and hot chocolate. They thought we were dating." Ria and Connor smiled at each other. "It was cute."

"But then when we got back to the car, the lot we parked in was locked. Our car was locked in!"

"Oh my god!" Tracy exclaimed.

"There was a number on the sign so Ria called it and the guy said it would be two hours until they could get someone to let us out. So she had this idea to go ice skating. We sort of broke in to the place and did a few laps."

"Then Connor crashed through the boards," Ria said, laughing. "How is your elbow today by the way?" She kissed his elbow then made her way up to his biceps.

"I'm fine," Connor replied. He placed his finger under Ria's chin, tilting her head up for a quick kiss. "So we just went back to the car and laid down in the back of my truck."

Ria picked up the storytelling. "We snuggled up together... then we started making out... then things started heating up... and next thing you know it was midnight and I wasn't waiting any longer."

"Oh my god," Tracy and I gasped in unison as we realized where Ria was going with the story.

"I rode him right there in the back of that truck," Ria said. "I was hunched over, trying not to bump my head on the roof but I didn't care, it was so hot. Then we did it doggy style. Oh my god, we had that truck rocking."

"That is so hot," Tracy said. "I'm so glad Connor got that SUV. He used to have this little sedan and it was much harder to have sex in. We had sex in it after that first date night and it was so hot but his truck is much more spacious."

"You guys had sex in the car on the ride home from the carnival?" I asked, looking at Tracy.

"Oh, yea," Ria said. "Tracy told me all about it. I can't believe I never told you."

"Yea, I couldn't wait until we got back to Connor's. I was so horny I made him pull over to the side of the road then I pulled his cock out and stuffed it in my mouth. I wanted to give it the proper attention it deserved since we couldn't exactly take our time in the Tunnel of Love. I ended up riding him in the driver's seat. God that was so hot."

"You grabbed the steering wheel. I thought you were going to drive us off the road," Connor added with a laugh.

"I couldn't help it," Tracy said. "Once I got that cock in me I couldn't get enough. Anyway, we are getting sidetracked. Keep going with your story."

"Well after we finished, we were laying there, enjoying each other's company. Then some lights shined in through the window! It was a cop's headlights. We barely got our clothes back on before he knocked on the window. Apparently he saw our car there, saw the lights on in the car, and figured we'd been locked in. He had keys to the gate so he let us out."

"Did he know what you were doing in there just moments before?" I asked.

"Definitely," Connor and Ria said at the same time, laughing and blushing together.

"Oh my goodness, I can't believe you guys did it in the car the first time!" Tracy said. "That's so hot, you just couldn't keep your hands off of each other."

"It was an adventure for sure," Connor joked.

"So, wait," I said. "That means that when we got back to the house, you guys were already there and... in the midst of round 2?"

"Yup," Connor said proudly. "Two of four I believe?"

"I don't know, I think I came like ten times," Ria added. Connor kissed her again.

"What about you, Trace?" Ria asked. "How was it being with Shane, after all these years of build-up?"

"Sooo good," she purred, wiggling her hips on my lap. "Shane tied me up, and blindfolded me, and teased me so bad I wanted to scream."

"I teased YOU?" I laughed. "What about that see-through nightie you wore to bed? You looked so sexy I couldn't even remember my own name."

"Aww, thanks." Tracy pressed her soft, pouty lips to mine. Instinctively, I cupped her breast in my hand and trailed kisses down her neck.

Tracy turned to Connor while I nibbled at her throat:

"How about you, stud? Did you enjoy your time with Ria in the car?"

"Yeah, what was it like having sex with my wife?" I asked.

Connor turned red, refusing to look at me. "It was good," he mumbled.

"Just 'good?' That's it?" I teased.

He laughed. "Okay, fine! It was awesome! Seriously, I don't even know where to start. Ria was on fire the whole time. First, she wrapped her wet panties around my cock, then she rode me cowgirl, then she crawled away from me and, like, waggled her insanely fine ass in the air until I fucked her from behind."

He emphasized his story by squeezing my wife's butt.

Tracy gasped, "Did you fuck her in the ass?"

"Uh, no," Connor said, blushing again.

Ria quirked an eyebrow at him. "Did you want to?" she asked.

Tracy burst out laughing. "Are you kidding?! Anal sex is like one of Connor's all-time biggest 'Ria fantasies.'"

Connor gulped. "Well, yeah—I mean, if that's alright."

"I haven't had anal sex in years," Ria said. "It's not really Shane's thing, so we never do it."

Connor looked at me like I was crazy.

"But," Ria whispered into Connor's ear, "Maybe that can be my Christmas present to you."

I smiled at Tracy, "And what would you like for Christmas, little girl? Got any 'Shane fantasies?'"

"Ooh, I've got a bunch, but there is one in particular..."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You're such a talented painter, I've always dreamed about having you paint me. Naked."

"You mean like a nude portrait? Like Leo in Titanic?"

"No, I mean, like—you know how they paint those bikini models in Sports Illustrated? The body paint? I think it would be so hot to take off all my clothes and have you do that."

I shook my head, "Silly me, thinking it would be romantic and not porno-esque." I hugged her tightly.

"Hey, you've got your romantic," Tracy said, nodding in Ria's direction. I smiled at my beautiful wife who winked at me.

"Unfortunately," I said. "In real life that takes like ten hours and makes you smell like toxic waste."

"Oh," she deflated. "I guess it wouldn't be quite as sexy as I imagined, then."

"Hey, don't worry. I'll figure something out. I think painting you would be just about the sexiest thing ever."

Ria looked over at me and called out, "Okay Shane, now it's your turn to tell us how much you enjoyed your night with Tracy. Was it everything you hoped for? Tell us the truth."