No

"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.

"No no no no no," I insisted, waving my hands. "Sorry, I'm just trying to process it all. You caught me in the middle of... and now you're telling me all this. It's just... a lot. But you didn't do anything wrong. You did exactly what I told you to do. You gave him a night he will never forget. Thank you Tracy."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I gave her a warm smile.

"We didn't touch each other or anything. At least not down there. I made sure to follow that rule."

My mind drifted to thoughts of Shane and Tracy touching each other "down there" and I had to actively snap myself back to the room.

"Tracy I didn't make a rule that you couldn't touch each other."

"Well, I know, but I just assumed... So you would have been OK if we had?"

I paused for a moment then nodded. "I would have been OK with you two touching each other."

"Oh damn, in that case I wish I had blown that beautiful cock right off his body!" I burst out laughing and Tracy followed along. The tension in the room seemed to finally be cut and we were back to being besties talking about things we did to a boy on a date.

"He does have a beautiful cock," I agreed. Tracy smiled.

"Looks like I won't get another chance for that one..."

I smiled and shrugged at Tracy. We were silent for a moment as we both tried to process all of the emotions in the room. Tracy was the one that broke the silence.

"You're one heck of a wife. Shane is so lucky to have you." She leaned forward and we wrapped each other up in a warm hug.

"I think he was lucky to have you tonight."

"I love you, Ria."

"I love you too, baby." I brushed the hair from her face and smiled. For a moment I got lost in her eyes. We both gazed at each other seemingly thinking the same thing but neither of us wanted to make the first move so we just stared at each other.

"I should go," Tracy said eventually, breaking the silence.

"Yes!" I responded, hopping to my feet.

"I can see myself out," Tracy insisted. "You get back into bed and get back to... whatever it was you were doing before I get here."

I slapped Tracy on the shoulder and shooed her toward the door.

"Thanks again Trace!" I shouted as I heard her open the door.

I plopped down on the bed and pulled the covers back up to my neck. My head was in a daze. There was just no way I was going to get to bed in this state. I closed my eyes as the thoughts of Tracy and Shane played back through my mind, now in even more detail than before.

Tracy dancing, Shane taking his shirt off, Tracy following by removing her bikini top... I let out an involuntary moan as I pictured Tracy's gorgeous tits as she teased Shane by running her nipples back and forth across his face. I could practically feel them in my hands, in my mouth.

I envisioned Tracy's face as Shane pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock then Shane's face as Tracy slowly pulled her thong down her pale legs. My hand slipped beneath my panties once more, my fingers slowly stroking my clit as I imagined Shane jerking his beautiful cock off to the sight of my best friend.

My hand found its way between my folds as I fantasized about Tracy and Shane masturbating next to each other, both of them getting hot and sweaty. Tracy's eyes would roll back into her head and her legs would twitch and shake as her hand brought her to an orgasm. Then Shane would finish. I let out a groan as I envisioned a stream of cum exploding from his cock and landing all over Tracy's body.

My pussy was getting wetter by the moment. I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy and I was about to reach the brink of an orgasm. So close...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Fuck! Again!?! Did Tracy forget something in my room?

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Goddammit.

I pushed the covers aside and stormed down the hall. In one motion I grabbed the handle and swung it open.

"Tracy, I swear to god if you interrupt me, you told me to-"

It was Conner.

"Oh!" I said, startled.

He was wearing a fireman's uniform. Well, not all of a fireman's uniform, in fact not even most of a fireman's uniform. For starters, he wasn't wearing a jacket. Or a shirt. He had on the large, yellow, oversized pants with red suspenders that draped over his muscular shoulders. He had boots and a cheap looking fireman's helmet but that was it. My gaze lingered on his abs which shined in the hallway light as if they had been oiled up.

"Hey!" Connor said, snapping me from my daze. He shot me a wickedly mischievous grin.

"Come in, come in!" I said, grabbing him by the suspenders and pulling him into the room, not realizing in the moment that it was the second time that night I had pulled a half-naked friend into my room from the hallway.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'll be your entertainment for the evening," Connor responded. He pulled his suspenders and let them slap against his chest. "You didn't think Shane would be the only one who got a show did you?"

"Tracy and I didn't-"

"This was Tracy's idea," Connor said, cutting me off. "So blame her."

"Connor, I didn't mean..."

"I know," Connor interrupted again. "We weren't sure how you'd react but I have to tell you that I am contractually obligated to dance for one song before I leave so you're just going to have to suffer for a few minutes."

"Ugh," I groaned in obviously feigned disgust. "I guess I'll just flip through my phone or something while you get this over with."

I sat down on the desk chair and picked up my phone, pretending to scroll as I could see Connor, out of the corner of my eye, using his own phone to start up some music.

"Santa baby," Madonna sang. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

Slowly, and awkwardly, Connor began to dance. His hips and legs and arms seemed to all move in different directions to a different beat. Eventually, he pulled off a boot, then the other.

I peeked up from my phone when Connor was turned around but he caught my glance and I quickly looked back down at my phone, trying desperately to hold my smile from growing. This whole thing was so silly but, as Connor began to tug and pull at his suspenders, teasing them off his broad shoulders, it also very quickly became more than a bit erotic.

I had to bite my lip to keep from cracking up as Connor shimmied and shuffled and bounced his pec muscles to the beat of the song. At the same time, I shifted in my seat as I felt the tingle returning between my legs. That same tingle I had while I was lying in bed thinking of Shane and Tracy. God, I needed to get off.

Connor inched closer as the song began it's final crescendo.

"So hurry down the chimney... toooooniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!"

In one motion he pulled the belt from the pants, stopping close to an inch from my face as he held onto the waist. I couldn't help it. I lifted my gaze from my phone screen and looked directly at his crotch, fixated on the yellow material as I wondered what was behind it.

"Well that's the end of the song," Connor said. "I could go...or... I could keep going. Would you like me to keep going?"

My eyes never left his crotch. I gulped, paused, then nodded my head.

Without a word, Connor let go of his pants. They dropped to the floor and left me face to face with his massive bulge, threatening to burst free of a tight, red bikini style underwear.

I gulped again then looked up at Connor who sported that wicked smirk once again.

"Should I-" he began.

I grabbed the underwear and pulled it down. In one, swift motion the small bit of fabric was on the floor and Connor's cock sprang free, bobbing in place, extending to a distance at which I could have licked it if I had just stuck my tongue out even the slightest bit. I tried my best not to gasp at the sheer size of the member, but Connor could read my facial expression like a book and he was quite pleased with himself.

"I guess someone's been on the nice list," Connor said.

"I guess we'll have to fix that," I answered, shooting him a devilish grin of my own. I stood up and took his hand, guiding him to the bed where he sat down.

Now it was he who was checking me out as I stood in front of him.

"You are so fucking sexy," he whispered. I smiled and climbed onto his lap, straddling him, dropping my weight and pinning his beautiful cock beneath me.

For the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. "I talked to Shane," he said at last. "Before I came over here. I wanted to know what he and Tracy got up to before I met with you, so that I would-"

I placed my fingers to his lips, cutting him off. Slowly, I tugged up my skirt until I was flashing him my bare vagina, visibly dripping with arousal. Connor smiled, his cock throbbed.

"Mmm!" I moaned, then quickly bit my lip to mask the sound. He was so unbelievably hard, pressing up against me from beneath. Connor's hands snaked up beneath the hem of my skirt and grabbed firmly onto my ass.

"Oh yeah..." he panted. I guess he liked my butt, too.

We kissed fiercely, his hands squeezing at my butt and my fingers clawing at his back. Our eyes met as I tugged the shoulders off my nightie and let it slip down my body. Connors eyes grew wider and wider as the garment inched lower until my tan breasts were revealed.

In the sexiest voice I could manage, I whispered, "For my Christmas present this year... I want to do the same thing Shane and Tracy did."

"What's that?" Connor asked, his strong hands already fondling my naked breasts.

Suddenly, I hesitated.

"Is everything all right?" Connor asked. "Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far?"

"No, no, no," I said. Fuck, this was the second time I had to explain myself like this tonight. As much as I wanted everything and wanted to give into the moment, it was difficult to stay out of my head sometimes, especially when it comes to my husband and I fooling around with other people.

"I just..." I paused, thinking of how to say it, if I should even bring it up. "Tracy told me that she made sure that she didn't touch Shane, you know, down there-" I flickered my eyes downward to emphasize what I meant. "-because she thought she wasn't allowed. I told her I wouldn't have minded but now I feel a bit guilty about possibly going further than they did."

"Well, just because they didn't do it, doesn't mean we shouldn't be allowed," Connor answered. He immediately followed up by saying, "but, if you're not comfortable, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

"Oh, I'm comfortable," I told him. I wiggled my ass, feeling it brush over his painfully hard cock. "Maybe a little too comfortable."

"Well," Connor said. "Maybe if you and I do it, you know, touch each other there, then you'll just have to let Shane and Tracy do it to one time."