"We should get back to Tracy and Connor"

"Pull over, I can't wait until we get home."

"Ria, as much as I would love to fuck you in this car right here, right now, there isn't a place I can pull over." Shane was right. All the shoulders of the road were covered in plowed snow. "Besides, we should get back to Tracy and Connor. We've left them alone for quite awhile now. Who knows how much they've drank."

"Fine," I said. "But, like I said, I can't wait until we get home."

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SHANE

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"Jesus, Ria," I groaned, struggling to keep my eyes on the road as my wife pulled her sweater over her head. Her tan breasts bounced delightfully in the push-up bra she was wearing as she struggled to undo her jeans in the small passenger seat.

"Do you want to hear about my striptease with Connor?" She asked, her face burning with desire. I nodded my head.

Ria proceeded to recount every naughty detail of her private show with Connor, all while furiously rubbing her clit.

"God, I wanted him to just unzip his pants and pull his thick cock out so I could ride him until he blew his huge load deep inside me!" The last few words were barely audible as she burst into orgasm. After a few deep breaths she looked at me and smirked. "You're turn."

I tried my best to keep my focus on the dark road as I recounted my rock n' roll strip show to Ria.

"I bet you wished you could thrust one more time into Tracy's waiting mouth. I bet you wished she would suck you into the back of her throat like she does for Connor."

Fuck. She'd never told me she knew that about Tracy and Connor. I figured they'd shared stories but Ria, surprisingly, didn't share any of those details with me.

"To be honest," I said. "I wanted to rip her clothes off and toss her on the bed then fuck her until the bedspring gave out." Ria let out a loud, guttural moan as she came again. I couldn't help but press the gas pedal down a little bit more.

"Those two better have passed out already," Ria said through deep breaths. "Because I am going to fuck you right in that foyer the second we walk through the door."

Jesus.

"I don't care if Connor is asleep on the couch. I'll ride you right there on the stairs for all I care."

By the time we got home, the windows were fogged up, the car was filled with the dank scent of Ria's arousal, and I felt like my cock might burst through the zipper of my jeans. Ria was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her face was completely flush, and her makeup was starting to smear. But she was still horny as all hell.

Ria didn't bother putting all her clothes back on. She just pulled her peacoat on, snapped it up, and held all of her clothes in one big ball. We hurried inside, madly groping at each other—

Then we stopped. Horny as we were, it was hard not to be distracted by the sight that greeted us. Turns out, our friends had not, in fact, gone to bed for the evening. They hadn't gone to bed because they were too busy fucking each other's brains out on the pool table.

"Yes!" Tracy shrieked. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

She was riding Connor with abandon, resting her hands on his muscular chest while he held onto her ass and pounded up into her as fast as he could, filling her juicy, perfectly smooth twat with his dick. I couldn't stop staring at Tracy's gigantic, bouncing tits.

I'd literally spent a good portion of the afternoon fondling, fucking, and even blowing my load all over those massive jugs but the sight of them still struck me like the first time I'd ever laid eyes on them. Tracy was TOO hot. Perfectly smooth twat, massive breasts, cheeks flushed with desire as she impaled herself again and again on her lover. Her pouty lips formed an ecstatic "O" as she screamed her pleasure.

Then she opened her eyes and saw us standing there, watching in rapt silence.

Tracy gasped, suddenly self-conscious, and immediately dropped her chest, crushing her boobs against Connor's body to hide them from view.

For a moment, the four of us just stood there, frozen. Staring awkwardly at one another. I couldn't help but notice that Connor and Ria were making pretty intense eye contact with each other. Tracy looked down at the ball of clothes Ria was holding. Finally, a wicked smile spread across her lips, and she slowly began wiggling her hips up and down on Connor's lap, really making a show of it as she took every impressive inch the guy had to offer.

Ria gasped, grabbing my hand so tightly that she cut off the circulation.

Connor threw back his head and moaned, never tasking his eyes off my wife. Ria held his gaze, panting with arousal.

Tracy, on the other hand, was looking right at me. After a moment's consideration, she very deliberately arched her back and lifted her chest back up off of her lover, proudly displaying her naked tits. She let out a low, amorous growl in my direction as she slowly screwed herself on Connor's meaty cock.