"You can join me in the bath if you'd like"

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

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RIA

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"So what does this mean then?" Connor asked. We all knew what he meant but he seemed a bit too shy to come out and ask.

"Well," I said. I placed my hands on his bare chest. "I'm going in the bath. I could use a relaxing soak. And if you'd like to join me... I won't stop you."

I turned on the faucet and let the water turn warm before stepping in. Connor joined me and, for a few minutes, we stood in the tub kissing and caressing each other tenderly. My hands traced his sculpted abs, his hard, pronounced abs, his bulging biceps, his firm shoulders, his masculine hands. I made sure to brush my hand across his cock a few times too. Each time my fingers made contact, it felt more firm than the last. Meanwhile Connor's hands were glued to my ass.

"You're so fucking sexy, Ria," Connor whispered, breaking our kiss. His eyes were filled with desire as his fingers slipped between my thighs.

"Mmm, yea?" I said. I kissed him again. If I'm being honest he reeked. The combination of sweat, bleachy cum, and pungent body odor didn't deter me, though. It actually revved me up. "You need to wash up," I told him.

Placing my hand on his chest, we both lowered into the tub. I grabbed a loofa and squeezed a generous portion of liquid soap onto it. As the steamy water filled the tub, Connor sat back and watched me with a big, goofy smile on his face.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said.

"Believe it," I said, working up a substantial lather. "Because it's happening." I started with his shoulders the scrubbed down his arms before moving down his body. By the time I reached his abs I had all but abandoned the loofa and was unabashedly rubbing my hands across the washboard chisels of him stomach. We both knew where they were headed after that.

The water level was rising but Connor's cock seemed to be rising at the same rate and a good three inches peaked above the surface. His large, bulbous head was a dark red, throbbing with anticipation. Rather than lunge at it, grab it, and begin sucking it with all my might, I decided to take a different route. in light of Shane and Tracy's earlier escapades.

I straddled his hips and leaned into him. His strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me in for a deep kiss. My right hand cupped the side of his face as our tongues wrestled. His cock pulsed beneath me, prodding my ass and begging for attention. My pussy was on fire. There was practically a magnetic force pulling it toward Connor's erection that I had to actively fight off. Connor pulled me tight, lifting me a bit off of his lap. His cock bobbed upward, his thick head pressing distinctly into the outer folds of my pussy. I bit my lip hard.

"Not yet," I said, almost begging him to just shove himself inside me, to start fucking me with abandon so Shane and Tracy could just let loose and screw each other's brains out. They were doing basically everything except for that in the shower next to us. Tracy was on her knees, cradling my husband's balls and rubbing his cock all over her face. Shane was grabbing the towel rack for stability as his penis slowly twitched back to life.

"You're killing me, Ria," Connor said. He squeezed hard at my ass.

"I'm sorry, baby," I pleaded. I spun around so I was facing away from him and handed him the bottle of soap. "Can you get my back? I can't quite reach my back." To emphasize what I mean, I leaned over and stuck my ass in his face.

Connor started with my lower back, using his strong hands to work my tight muscles.

"Lower," I instructed. He moved lower. "Lower." I told him again.

Connor got the idea this time and began working the soap into my ass, rubbing and squeezing and kneading the malleable flesh of my bottom. He worked his way deeper and deeper, spreading my cheeks. Soon he had his entire face buried between them, his tongue flicking across my anus, his fingers teasing my pussy and clit.

"Oh yes," I moaned. "That's it."

His tongue flicked and danced across my anus, probing deeper and deeper. I moaned softly, closing my eyes and relaxing into the sensations. I was in heaven. My head rolled to the side. Shane and Tracy were making out. Her hands were still stroking his dick. His were kneading her tits. I caught his eye and for a moment we shared a glance of wonder and amazement.

"Wait," I told Connor, pulling his face from my rear. "I think I missed a spot before." I spread my ass cheeks and lowered them until his cock pointed straight up between them then backed up, trapping his shaft between his hard pecs and my soft buttocks. "Oooh, Connor, that's the spot."

Slowly I began moving my hips, sliding his cock across the slippery cleft of my ass.

"Oh, God, Ria," he moaned. His hands found my hips, pulling me harder into him.

We both glanced at the shower where Shane had his face buried in Tracy's chest, feasting on her breasts while Tracy pumped desperately at his cock.

I grabbed Connor's hands and placed them on my tits while I began thrusting back into him with more intensity. The water began splashing in small waves, teasing at the rim of the tub. Connor rolled my nipples through his fingers, sending a shockwave of pleasure but I nearly burst out of the tub as his right hand found my clit.

"Oh, yes, yes!" I shouted. I placed one hand on Connor's chest, using it to leverage my thrusts. His angry cock glided frantically between my toned, smooth buttocks, and his balls floated up, slapping against my cunt lips. The ridge of his head raked over my tiny little asshole, driving me wild.

"Oh, Connor!" I screamed. I could feel his cock growing, stretching my cheeks more and more.

"Ria! I can't—I'm gonna—"

"Come on me, Connor!" The pleasure took over for me, and my words became an incoherent mess. "Come all over me! Now! Now! Aah!!!"

With a roar, Connor erupted, his cock spasming between my clenching ass cheeks and his hot seed splashing down onto my slender bare back.

The sensation pushed me way over the edge and I climaxed, shaking so hard I had to brace myself against the edge of the tub to keep from falling over.

Connor immediately hugged my body against his, planting ecstatic kisses against my neck. My whole body shook and the world spun like I'd just downed eight shots of bourbon.

"Oh, Connor..." I whimpered.

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SHANE

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The line was a bit blurred at this point, to say the least. If we were really keeping score, Tracy and I fooling around in the shower would have meant Connor and Ria were still technically "allowed" to fool around again, though, at this point, those rules seemed to be out the window and we were in a more "anything goes" phase. Anything goes, except for that one thing, however. How long would that last, though? Would we make it past the weekend? Could we really all go our separate ways in a few days without going all the way? Would we be able to stop thinking about it ever again?

"What are you thinking about?" Ria asked, snapping me from my daze.