"Yes"

"Yea," I said, clearing my throat and adjusting a bit in my seat.

"I mean, what would you have done, Shane?" Tracy asked.

"What would I have done?"

"Yea, like, if that were you in that situation, with that hot-ass girl, what would you have done? Tell me what you'd do to her if you could."

The call-back to the bachellor party was clear. There was no denying Tracy was referncing that night I had described to her how I would have plowed her into the couch if I could. Ria looked at me and raised her eyebrow.

"Why don't you tell us what you would have done to that guy?" Ria suggested, looking at Tracy.

Goddamn my wife was perfect.

"I would have attacked him," she said excitedly. "I would have wrestled him to the ground and pulled off his stupid sweater then licked all over his abs."

Ria's hand slid into my shorts and grabbed a hold of my cock. She squeezed it lightly, moving her fingers up and down the length of it.

"But I wouldn't have stopped there," she said, really getting into it. "I would have unbuckled his belt, pulled down his stupid dress slacks and boxers in one motion then stuffed his cock in my mouth."

My cock jolted in Ria's hand. I bucked against her again.

"Wow," Ria said. "You're pretty horny."

"I told you, these movies always get me worked up but never finish the job."

"Well now you can finish the job for them," Ria giggled.

"God, I'd suck his cock until he roared."

Ria giggled again, feeling my cock pulse in her palm.

Precum and sweat slickened my shaft as her hand continued its action.

"Don't stop there," Ria encouraged. She gave me a wink.

"Then I'd climb on top of him and ride him right in front the fire." Tracy got to her knees and began gyrating, simulating riding the man from the Hallmark movie. Her robe had basically come free at this point and the sides were sliding back and forth over her breasts. With each forward thrusting move, her pink aeriola would come into view then slide back behind the robe as she moved her hips backward.

I groaned again, much more audibly this time. Tracy looked at me knowingly. As much as Ria and I tried to keep it descrete, there was simply no way that Tracy didn't know what was going on under our blanket.

"I'd scream his name," Tracy said. She looked directly at me as she continued her description. "Oh, Robert," she moaned. Her fingers found their way into the upper hem of her robe as she lost herself in the fantasy. "Oh, Robert!"

"Robert is one lucky guy," Ria said with a laugh, trying to keep light of everything that was taking place. "Wouldn't you agree, Shane?"

"Oh yea," I grunted. Tracy's eyes shot back open and locked to mine. I was hanging on for dear life as Ria stroked me closer and closer to climax.

"Then he'd pin me to the floor, and kiss me. He'd stick his tongue down my throat. I'd grab his ass and pull him into me as he came..."

Fuck.

My body twitched.

"deep..."

Oh, fuck.

I felt my cock fill to the brink.

"inside me."

Tracy's sexy exhaling as she said those last three words sent me over the brink. My eyes scrunched as I let out a loud groan and shot rope after rope of cum into Ria's hand and the fleece blanket. Ria kept stroking me until every last drop had emptied.

"Well that movie had quite the climax," Ria said. Tracy and I looked at the TV to see the credits rolling.

"Yeah, it sure did," Tracy said with a mischievous smile. "I guess I'll have to wait until I get mine, tough."

Tracy wrapped her robe up and pulled the knot tight then stood up. "I don't think I can make it through another one," she said.

"Oh, I was getting excited thinkning of what you'd do if you got even more horny," Ria teased.

"Good night, guys," Tracy said with a smirk.

"Night, Tracy," we both responded.

Ria and I waited for Tracy to reach the top of the stairs before we moved.

"Jesus Christ," I said, leaning my head back against the couch.

"I know," Ria responded. She looked down at her hand which was still clutching a handful of cum.

"We should probably stop cumming all over all of their blankets and sheets."

"We'll do the wash before we leave," I told her, wrapping the blanket up to conceal the mess I had made.

"If we keep at this pace, we might need to do the wash tomorrow."