"Goodnight, Tracy."

I gulped.

"Goodnight Tracy," I said

"Goodnight Shane." She said back with a smile. For a moment we both stared at each other, once again processing the same thoughts at the exact same time. Unfortunately I think we both came to different conclusions. I watched her green eyes look to the ground as she fought to keep her disappointment from creeping across her face as I closed the door.

*CLICK*

The door latched and I slumped back against it, exhaling.

"Damn."

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RIA

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I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything and just fall asleep but it only made it worse. It only made my imagination run more wild. What were Tracy and Shane doing? I imagined his eyes lighting up as Tracy took off her top. God her boobs were perfect. I was glad Shane would finally get to see them in all their glory. He was never shy about ogling them any chance he had weather it was at the beach in a bikini or out to dinner while Tracy wore one of her many tight, low-cut dresses.

Would that be it? I told her to dance and strip but what would happen when the song ended? Would she just get dressed and leave? Would she let him feel her up? Then what?

I relaxed, giving into the thoughts of Tracy walking up to Shane and grabbing his hands and placing them on her breasts. My own hand cupped my breast through my nightie, the silk brushing softly against my nipple, teasing it as it grew harder and harder. I hadn't even noticed but my left hand had slipped between my legs, cupping my sex as I imagined Shane fondling Tracy's boobs, watching her face as her arousal grew. The thin fabric of my nightie was dampening quickly as I began to touch myself through it, my fingers dancing against the lips of my pussy.

Would it stop there? What if it didn't? What if Tracy just took off her panties? I imagined Tracy looking straight at Shane and shimmying out of her red g-string and I started to rub myself through my own underwear. My back arched and a quiet moan escaped my lips as I slid two fingers beneath my panties, gliding over my clit.

I imagined Tracy, standing proud and naked in front of my husband, my husband staring back at her. How could he resist her? Would she kiss him?

"Ahh..." a more audible moan escaped my lips.

Would she unbutton his pants?

"Mmm...Yes" I imagined Tracy, kissing Shane as his hands explored her body. My fingers dipped lower and lower into my pussy. "Mmmm!"

Would she pull out his dick?

"Oh," I moaned imagining Shane's dick springing from his pants - this time it's Tracy's bright green eyes that lit up.

Would she touch it?

"Oh."

Would she stroke it?

"Fuck."

Would she...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"FUCK!" I practically shouted, startled from my dream by a hard knock on my door.

"Fuck," I said again, more quietly this time, as I realized it was probably Tracy. My heart was pounding in my chest from the unexpected noise and my clit throbbed as I pulled my hand out from my panties. I was so close...

I hurried off my bed and straightened out my nightie before heading to the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

I jumped again.

"I'll be right there," I said, my voice filled with startled annoyance as I stumbled to the door.

*CLICK*

The door swung open and there was Tracy, standing tall and proud in a bathrobe. And by the looks of it, just a bathrobe.

The sight hit me like a ton of bricks. I know that I had just been basically fantasizing about what Tracy was doing with Shane just a minute ago, but seeing Tracy in person like that made everything go from fantasy to reality. The confirmation that Shane had, at the very least, seen Tracy completely naked, startled me more than I'd like to admit.

"Hey," she said with a smirk. She looked me up and down and I could tell that she knew exactly what I was doing when she knocked on the door. "Keeping busy?"

"Shut up and get in here before anyone sees you," I said, grabbing her by the robe and pulling her into my room. Tracy giggled.

"Let me get you some clothes," I told her as we made our way into the room. I sorted through my bag and found a pair of Shane's sweatpants and one of my sweatshirts and tossed it to her. I tried not to stare as Tracy dropped her robe and put the clothes I had gotten for her on but it was hard to keep my eyes from drifting to her naked body. Her breasts jiggled as she pulled the sweats up around her waist. My mind drifted back to imagining Shane staring at Tracy as she danced for him.

"Thanks," Tracy said as she pulled the sweatshirt down. I was once again snapped back to reality.

"No problem," I said, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious as the room got quiet and both Tracy and I knew what we were about to talk about. I sat on the foot of the bed and Tracy plopped down next to me.

"So..." I said.

"So..." Tracy echoed.

"How'd everything go?"

"I'd say it went great," Tracy answered. "It was a great idea. You're an amazing wife. Well, fiancé but, you know."

"So, what all did you do?" I asked. There was a part of me that really didn't want to hear the answer and a part of me that really wanted to hear the answer. I braced myself as Tracy began to talk.

"Oh, you know..." Tracy said coyly. "Just talked."

"Tracy, if you don't tell me what you and Shane did I am going to beat it out of you," I blurted out, trying my best to make her understand I was joking but also serious.

"OK, OK," She said with a laugh. "Well Connor got this giant cake so I put on that red bikini and climbed into it and when he was all alone I sprang out of it and began dancing for him."

"Oh wow, was he surprised."

"Shocked," she responded. "His jaw was on the floor."

"Then I started giving him a lap dance."

"Wow..."

"That's when I took my top off."

"Oh, wow." I was blushing and my voice was getting shaky. It was a mix of arousal and anxiety.

"I made Shane take his top off first, though."

"Oh," I said, raising my eyebrows. "Seems only fair, I guess." I shrugged but I also couldn't help but wonder if it was just an excuse for Tracy to ogle my husband's abs. She was always talking about his abs. God, he had great abs.

"Then I took of my thong..."

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Did you make Shane..."

Tracy nodded.

My body flushed hot. My panties were already moist from fantasizing about Tracy and Shane together, but hearing about it was making my juices flow even more.

"I'm sure it wasn't a chore for him to do it," I said with a nervous laugh.

"No," she responded, shaking her head. "Not at all."

We both smiled.

"Is that all that happened?" I asked. Tracy looked at me knowingly, an eyebrow raised. She shook her head back and forth and eventually responded.

"More or less."

"More or less?" I asked. I wanted to jump up and strangle her, not because I was angry at whatever she might have done, but because she insisted on dragging out telling me about it.

"Well, then we..." Tracy looked down at the ground sheepishly. It was an expression I had never seen Tracy do in all the years I had known her. Tracy was always the one who was full of confidence and self assurance. She wasn't embarrassed of anything. She always told it like it is and had a snarky comeback for anything you might say.

"Que?" I insisted.

"Well... we... umm... sort of..."

"Tracy," I said sternly.

"We jerked off to each other."

"Fue eso?" Tracy's face had turned beat red.

"We jerked off to each other," she repeated. "I laid down on the couch and he sat in the chair and we both... you know..." Tracy made some hand gestures that quite honestly didn't make much sense considering the context of what we were talking about.

"Oh wow," I finally muttered. "So you saw him..."

"Oh yea," Tracy answered. She repeated with a grin, "oh yea."

"And he..."

"Oh yea." Her grin grew by the second. "A lot."

"Oh wow."

"Like, a LOT," she stressed.

I sat in silence for a moment as Tracy looked at me expectantly, trying to gauge my reaction. She probably assumed I was freaked out, but truth be told, I wasn't really sure what I felt at the moment.

"Oh god you're mad at me. I went too far, I knew I shouldn't have gone that far and-" I cut her off.