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***Please note, parts of this chapter were written by BosomBuddies and altered to fit this storyline

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SHANE

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I woke up really wanting to fuck. Yeah, I'd already come like five times the day before, but Ria and I slept in until the early afternoon and I woke up feeling recharged and horny.

But alas, my gorgeous, naked wife was still lying unconscious on the bed. I glanced down at her slender body—the firm bubble of her ass, the gentle slope of her bare breasts, the rich bronze color of her skin—and felt an extra surge of blood pumping into my morning erection. Her legs were spread slightly apart, practically begging me to stick my mouth between them for a taste of her daintily-trimmed pussy.

But I'd tried waking her up with sex before on a couple occasions, and Ria wasn't a fan (apparently she can't "feel sexy" until she's finished her morning beauty routine). Instead, I delicately extricated myself from her snoozing embrace, slipped on a pair of boxer-briefs to protect my modesty, and tiptoed into the master bathroom.

I thought long and hard about filling up that whirlpool bathtub to give my exhausted muscles a soak, but expediency ultimately won the day. Instead, I walked down the hall to go shower off the night's exertions.

When I opened the door, Tracy was already in the bathroom brushing her teeth.

"Morning!" she whispered, looking over her shoulder at me.

I didn't answer. I was too busy admiring how effortlessly hot she looked, standing there wearing that white satin robe she had on last night... and, much like last night, nothing else. NOTHING. No bra, no pajamas, and—as I could plainly see when she leaned over the sink to spit out her mouthful of toothpaste—no underwear. The robe's hemline slid up all the way to her hips, and the soft bare cheeks of her ass greeted me like the morning sun.

That robe, which seemed to be at least one size too small, was nevertheless stretched to its absolute limit around Tracy's enormous, juicy tits. The crisp morning chill had her thick pink nipples up at attention, and as she started brushing her teeth, the jerking motion sent her braless bosom swinging lewdly back and forth.

She wasn't trying to look sexy—her hair was a catastrophic blonde bird's nest and she was foaming at the mouth with toothpaste—but I was transfixed by the sight of her, nonetheless. When she'd finally rinsed, she turned and smiled, not in the least bit surprised to find me still staring at her.

Tracy's eyes dipped south, where my erection had returned with such a force that it was actually pushing the waistband of my boxer-briefs out and away from my body.

"Is that an erection in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Hey, my eyes are up here," I joked. The quip settled my nerves a bit and I took the sink beside her and began brushing my teeth.

"Yeah, that's what all guys say."

Tracy reclined against the countertop, still pointedly looking at my stiff cock. She whispered, "That was pretty hot last night, wasn't it? Listening to each other, I mean. You guys really sounded like you were enjoying yourselves."

"WE sounded like we were enjoying ourselves?" I said, spitting toothpaste into the sink and grabbing a Dixie cup. "That Robert is one lucky guy."

She laughed. The fingers she had been absent-mindedly twirling through her hair dropped down to teasingly caress the curve of her breast.

"So, what's will all this mistletoe?" she asked. I finished rinsing my mouth out then used a towel to dry my face.

I swallowed hard as she took a step towards me, grinning suggestively.

"Uhh... well, we just thought it would spice things up a bit. You know, for me and Ria." I stammered. It was crazy that Tracy still had this effect on me. Three years of intimate friendship, and her smile still got me tongue-tied.

She placed a hand on my bare chest and leaned in to whisper, "You never stopped to consider what might happen if, say, you and I got caught half-naked beneath a sprig of this stuff? Not even once?"

"Oh, I considered it," I grinned, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer. The weight of Tracy's substantial breasts crushed against me, molding to the shape of my body. Those big green eyes gazed up into mine, twinkling with mischief.

"Good," she said. Then she quickly pressed her marshmallow-soft lips to mine. Our kiss was brief and platonic, but it still lit a fire inside of my chest. When our lips broke apart, I was reluctant to let her go.

"Did you like hearing me last night?" Tracy asked with a develish grin.

"I knew you were playing it up so we could hear you," I responded.

"And you guys weren't?"

"No, actually," I responded. "Ria is always that loud."

Tracy blushed then, after a moment's consideration, she pressed her lips to my ear and quietly moaned, "Ooh, Robert..."

My heart was pounding. I pulled her in even closer, feeling my raging hard-on press firmly against her stomach.

"Oh yes! Oh, Robert," she teased. "You mean like that?"

"Jesus, Tracy."

She grinned at my obvious discomfort.

"Make me cum, Robert, fuck me, baby, I'm gonna cum..." she kept whimpering in my ear, teasing me to the point of madness.

Not even realizing what I was doing, I took my hands off of her waist and grabbed hold of her ass, squeezing those pliant globes through the fabric of her robe. Tracy sucked in a gasp of air, surprised by my behavior, but she quickly followed suit and began groping away at my butt, too. She stopped moaning my name just long enough to swipe her tongue along the length of my neck.

The head of my cock was now peeking out above my underwear, and as I ground it against Tracy's body I leaked a big dollop of precum across her robe. I squeezed her ass even harder.

"I don't think this is proper mistletoe behavior," she whispered with a sigh.

I pulled away, looked into her eyes, and nodded.

"Yeah, we should probably stop ourselves before we cross the line."

But even as I said the words, I realized I no longer had any idea what they meant. What the hell was "the line," anyway? Ria had told me we could "touch each other" and suggested in the way that she and Conner had on the night before our wedding. Was that the line? Hands? Second base? It seemed reasonable but if Tracy dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock, would she expect me to stop her?

Tracy swallowed. "Yeah, we should stop."

"You know, Shane," Tracy said, looking up at me with those sparkling green eyes. "When I was moaning Robert's name last night... I was actually thinking of you."

I gulped. My mouth was dry. My vision felt like it was shaking. I took a deep breath then both of us attacked each other.

Tracy jumped at me with such a fervor that I actually stumbled back, bumping my head against the wall. But the second her lips made contact with mine, all that was forgotten. I disappeared into the sugary sweetness of her embrace, hungrily wrestling her tongue with my own. My hands lashed out, squeezing and fondling her epic, braless tits—YES—reveling in the way Tracy's abundant soft flesh overflowed around my fingers.

"Mmm!" she moaned into my mouth.

I opened my eyes and looked in the bathroom mirror, delighted to see the reflection of Tracy's sumptuous, bare-naked ass staring back at me. The urgent groping of my hands on her boobs had the unexpected side-effect of hiking Tracy's robe up higher and higher, until her ass was completely exposed. The tie loosened and her robe sagged open inch by inch, revealing more of her perfect breasts. Below, her excited hands on my butt had done the same exact thing to my underwear, gradually shifting it down further and further, until my agonizingly hard penis was exposed and grinding directly against the smooth skin of her belly.

"Oh shit," I groaned.

Tracy suddenly grabbed hold of my erection and started pumping—HOLY FUCK THAT FELT GOOD. Our tongues and lips mashed together, drinking fire. Moaning, groaning—

Finally I pulled away from our kiss. Tracy attacked my neck with her tongue.

"We can't actually fuck," I said, panting heavily.

"I know," Tracy said. She looked me in the eye and I could tell that even if she understood, she was disappointed. I took a deep breath.

"But that doesn't mean we have to stop." I grabbed her by the ass again and lifted her up onto the counter. Tracy squealed as I shoved two fingers inside of her.

"Fuck, Shane," she moaned, arching her back. My thumb found her clit, eliciting another squeal.

Our eyes dropped, watching the action of our hands pumping away.

"Jesus, Tracy," I groaned. I felt my body tense up. Tracy's hand was a blur on my cock, her tits jiggling with every pump. She bit her lip and moaned.

"Shane, I'm so close," Tracy moaned.

"Oh, fuck, Tracy!" I groaned, feeling that rush up through my legs to my groin.

"Cum with me, Shane! Cum all over my tits!"

Her body went rigid, she bucked her hips burrying my fingers as deep as I could into her gushing cunt then, with a loud moan, her body began writhing in orgasm.

My body jerked up onto my tip-toes, thrusting my cock hard into Tracy's fist. Her eyes went wide as a huge white rope of cum spurted up out of my tip and landed directly on top of her breast.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" she chanted as her body continued to convulse. I exploded a second time, then a third. My vision narrowed. My legs grew weak. My balls throbbed as they unloaded the biggest load of my life all over her heaving bosom.

Finally, my body gave out. My muscles melted. I collapsed against the counter, gasping for air. Tracy's hand continued working, pumping me dry. The last few twitches of my body sent an ooze of cum all over Tracy's hand.

"Fuck, Tracy," I groaned, trying to regain my balance. I felt like I had just run a marathon.

Tracy looked equally exhausted, panting heavily as her body slumped back against the mirror.

We both looked at each other in disbelief of what we'd just done.

"I've been looking forward to that for a year," Tracy finally said.

"You have?" Tracy nodded.

"Conner told me all about what he and Ria did the night before your wedding. He told me that she was hesitant but that she would just have to let you and me fool around like that too. I've been fantasizing about it ever since."

"Wow," I said. "I have too. I guess I always felt the time wasn't quite right because I never thought it was even on your mind. There were so many times I wanted to make a move."

"You were probably right to hold back. There were times it may have made things too complicated emotionally."

I realized that, as we were having the conversation, Tracy's body was still covered in my cum.

"Why don't you get cleaned up. We can talk about this while you shower."

"You're a bit of a mess yourself," Tracy retorted, looking down at the drying globs of cum on my groin area. "Maybe we could clean each other up."

Tracy turned the water on.

"I'm not sure that would be fair," I said, making sure she knew how disappointed I was to decline. "We are even now, I think."

"Well... that just means..." Tracy reached her hand in to test the water temperature. She took a step into the shower then turned to me. "Whatever we do, you'll just have to let Ria do the same with Conner."

Tracy winked at me and closed the door.

I smiled, watching her through the clear glass walls of the shower. That girl knew exactly how to push my buttons. I thought for a moment then took a step toward the shower.